#but i find this reason alone enough for it to be insanely difficult for her to get through

[moxuanyus]

one thing i haven't seen any mention of, maybe because people aren't aware, regarding anya's nausea when its time to give curly his meds—is just how intense ones nausea reflex gets when you are pregnant.

you get nauseous so easily, even the slightest smell can have your stomach be emptied. the strongest anti-nausea meds out there are for those who are pregnant.

she's a couple of months into her term.

of course, jimmy assumes its because shes incompetent as a nurse. he belittles her for running. even though he knows. even though he knows.

[recuira]

after hours

after hours : a live action buggy x fem!reader fanfiction

for some odd reason, you have no idea who he is. and he fucking loved that.

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chapter one | caution. chaos. coconut. his pov;

I didn't like to put a label on things; doing so made things too specific, too real. And for me, I preferred for things to seem as unspecific and false as possible.

I preferred for things to be simple. There is beauty in simplicity.

Maybe that's why I found her to be so gorgeous.

She was simple.

There was not a single thing I didn't know about her. I didn't need to go out of my own way to find out her favorite color or food - she told me (though not directly). She told them. She told everyone. She was rather open about herself while I kept everything private. I had my reasons to remain rather anonymous and to stay out of the spotlight and thrive in the shadows while she glistened in the spotlight. She was an open book.

But I still wanted to read her.

I wanted to study her.

And maybe that's why I traveled to the North Blue - to be closer to her. But I wouldn't admit that aloud. I would seem rather insane if she knew, and I wasn't insane. My mind operated differently to others. I was often classified as different and odd, especially by my peers when I was still in school. I was teased to be the quiet kid, picked on because of my nose. I was deemed to be the one most likely to commit some type of horrid act. They weren't wrong, but no one likes to be judged for how they truly are.

She didn't judge me.

Well, of course, she didn't even know me.

But she wasn't the type to judge. Which made my appeal to her even more strong and wild. I was finally able to watch her up close, months after first discovering a rare form of art like her.

The bar was packed, much to my dismay. I liked things to remain quiet despite my love for disarray. I was able to think when it was quiet. I’ve always had thousands of thoughts racing through my mind, so much so that it was difficult to pick a single train and hop on board. But when my eyes landed on her, my mind settled.

She was sitting alone in the corner of the bar, a large round booth all to herself. She had a small yet cute smile on her round face as she sipped on a beverage. Not alcohol- no, she hated alcohol, which is why I cut back on it. I wanted to be the best version of myself for her. Well, whenever I got the courage to talk to her, that is. She made me cower in fear, in anxiety. Someone so timid and fragile as her made someone like me- a pirate, a killer, a clown fall to his knees. I was a fool for her.

Lifting up my drink, I took a sip of the carbonated juice, grimacing as the alcoholic tang was nonexistent. I scoured and gave in, waving down one of the waitresses to add something to my drink. Maybe then I would be able to think straight and finally be able to talk to her. I needed something to fog my judgement and give me the balls to go talk to her- although my dick was confidence enough. God, the way she made me feel was impeccable. She made my pants tighten when she took a sip of her drink. I watched her pink lips suck on the straw as she kicked her feet and examined a newspaper on the wooden table. I squirmed in my seat and leaned back, a deep sigh leaving my lips.

Once the waitress topped off my drink, I waved her off and continued to sit by myself, admiring the maiden who sat by herself. By herself? God, I still didn’t get that. How was she alone? How was she sitting by herself in a bar as crowded as this one? She had friends, many of them. She had family, too. But why must she sit in silence and all by her lonesome?

I huffed and itched at the back of my neck, my hand dragging down to grab my chin and cover my nose. I clenched my jaw and pondered the possibility that my ego would actually allow me to stand up, walk over to her, and sit across from her. Maybe I could buy her a drink? But nevertheless, I remained glued to my seat, downing at least three glasses of whiskey. I lost track.

I lost complete track of time that whenever I finally came back to, she was standing tall, slinging her coat back over her shoulders, and starting for the door. I gulped and turned, my eyes following her. But before she could leave the bar and disappear for the night, a tall, stout man blocked her exit. I squinted my eyes.

“And where do you think ‘yer going?” The pirate smirked, his arms folding over his chest. His belly bounced as he laughed. “Going so soon?”

“Please let me by,” She instructed, trying to budge past the weighted man but to no avail, he stood still. “What is it you want?”

“To see you undressed.”

I grabbed the edge of the table, feeling my body grow hot. It wasn’t because of her, though it mostly always was. She had an effect on me. But this man, he angered me, fucking enraged me. I could feel my blood beginning to boil as he continued to harass both her and me.

“Oh, come on, what’s a sexy little lady like you got going on tonight?” The fat man hummed, reaching forward to grab hold of the leather backpack that hung over her shoulder’s. She shoved him away and backed up.

“I’ll find another exit,” She announced and turned on her heel, starting to head to the back of the bar where other patrons parted through.

“Come on!”

She walked right past me, speeding down the aisle. I closed my eyes and inhaled the sweet, delicate scent of her perfume and shampoo. Vanilla and coconut. Fuck me.

“I can walk you home!”

She stopped in her steps and faced the obese pirate, her arms folding over her chest. “Fuck off, you pig!” She spat, eyes rolling as she started to turn around once again but she stopped, and looked at me.

Oh my god, she looked at me.

At me.

“Baby, can we go?”

I blinked. What?

“Please?” She asked, looking at me with such desperation in her eyes that a tent started to form in my pants.

What? What was she doing? I didn’t know whether to accept or deny. Why was she doing this? Was she delusional? Stupid? Hallucinogenic?

“I know you wanted to have a bit more to drink but I feel much safer walking back with you. You can come back after,” She smiled softly and stepped toward me, her soft hand resting on my shoulder. She then leaned down, inching closer to me. Her lips grazed my ear, hot breath making my skin redden. “Please go along with it,” She pleaded.

“Ah, so you have a mate, huh?” The stout pirate laughed, taking a few hard steps towards the two of us. “That’s okay with me.”

Her soft eyes darted from me to the pirate and then back to me. She looked so enchanting when in distress.

“Hey.” I grabbed her wrist and squeezed it. “Yes, of course, darlin’. Come on.” I moved her arm and she backed up, standing straight. I dug through my pocket and tossed as much spare change I had onto the table then scooted up. My hand grabbed hers tightly, not wanting to let go. She looked at me, her eyes sparkling with confusion but I just led her down the aisle, my free hand wrapping around her shoulder. “You look lovely tonight, by the way. It slipped my mind whether I told you or not.”

“Oh, uh…” She looked down, her face growing as red as the nose on my face. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” I whispered and as we approached the door, the pirate seemed to be cowering in fear as he finally recognized who had the honor of taking this lovely maiden home. And it was me.

“I-I’m sorry, sir, I—“

“Step aside,” I growled.

“Yes, s-sir, I’m sorry. Of course!” He was about to piss himself.

I faked a smile and as soon as he moved, I pushed the door open and allowed her and I to walk down the narrow wooden staircase and back onto the dock. To my disappointment, she pulled from my grip and grabbed the straps of her backpack, letting out a deep sigh as she folded over. “Jesus,” She whispered.

“Are you okay?” I asked, taking a step to approach her.

My hand rested on the small of her back and I smiled softly though the red paint extended it from cheek to cheek.

“Thank you for doing that.”

“Oh, uh?” My eyes furrowed. “It’s no problem.”

“You’re not gonna try to get in my pants, right?”

“N-No! No, no. No.” I lied with a reassuring smile.

“Okay, good,” She grinned. “Guys are so weird. I swear the ugly ones are the ones that are most obsessed with me. I attract the weird ones.”

I clenched my jaw. Ouch.

“I’m sorry if I interrupted you. You—“

“Don’t apologize. It’s okay,” I shoved my hands into the pockets of my coats and I dragged my foot. “Are you gonna be okay?” I tried my best to act uninterested in her but my body was bouncing and I wanted nothing more than to throw myself onto her. She was divine when she was distressed.

“What’s your name?”

“Uhm,” I swallowed. “Buggy.”

“Oh, that’s new. I’ve never heard of that name before. Is it a stage name? To match your makeup?”

“Makeup?”

“You look like a clown. Is that your real nose?”

“Nose?” I grimaced and nodded my head. “Yes. Yes, it is real. Any other questions?”

“No, I’m sorry,” She smiled and let out a deep sigh of relief. “Thank you again, honestly.”

“You need to start watching out for yourself. If I wasn’t there, you’d have been his next plaything,” I gagged at the thought.

“Why were you there?”

“Huh?”

“You look like a pirate. So what made you sit by yourself in a bar? Where’s your crew?”

All these questions. I smiled. I loved her curiosity.

“I was a pirate. Uh, taking a bit of a break.”

“What for?”

So I can follow you around and learn every single little thing there is to know about a beautiful goddess such as yourself. “Personal reasons,” I lied. I dipped my head down and traced my foot along the wooden planks, chewing on my inner cheek. “What’s your name?”

I knew it, I just wanted to hear her say it.

“It’s Y/N. I know, it’s not nearly as cool as yours.”

I laughed aloud, bursting into a fit of cackles and giggles. “What? You’re insane. Thanks for the flattery but try to find a souvenir keychain with a name like mine.” I wiped a fake tear.

The dimming sun finally disappeared past the ocean’s horizon, leaving Y/N and I surrounded by dimly lit lanterns and the settling sea crashing waves against the old dock. I stood still while she seemed to be trembling. It was rather cold. “Uh,” I started to slip my jacket off. “Do you need it?”

“No, no, I’m good. Thank you, though. I’m gonna start heading back now,” She announced as she looked over her shoulder, squinting. “It’s getting really late.”

“Yeah, uh, it is.”

“Well, Buggy, it was nice meeting you. I’d give you a hug but no offense, you reek of beer,” Y/N smiled.

“It’s whiskey,” I remarked.

“It’s all the same to me.” I know it is.

“Do you need me to walk you home?”

“No, I’m good. We’re still strangers and I don’t feel safe with someone I’m unfamiliar with knowing my address. No offense, though.” She said ‘no offense’ a lot. And I already knew her address. I even had access to the spare key she often left underneath a clothed doormat. “Thank you for the offer.”

“Don’t mention it.”

She nodded and smiled, showing her gorgeous teeth. Her cheeks were pink, dusted by the cool air. Her hair wafted off her shoulders as the breeze picked up. Her aroma caught my attention once again.

“Can you turn around? I don’t want you seeing where I’m going.”

She’s adorable.

“Yeah, alright.”

And so I did. I turned around, making her feel a bit more at ease. I swallowed, staring straight into the endless ocean ahead of me, listening to the sounds of her soft footsteps slowly disappear.

When I turned around, she was gone.

And so was the sweet smell of vanilla and coconut.

[pollymorgan]

Teacher Negan - The Football Game - Part 1

Warnings: A very large age difference and of course, smut

Oh, and very important: It's all fiction of course! Please, my dears, use condoms and don't go with old men! :-P

That my mother has to move several hundred miles away with my aunt to open a beauty salon, especially before the last year of my high school, was initially a big shock for me, but now I also see the advantages it brings. First of all, I finally get out of my little town, and there's also the immediate proximity to my cousin. Cassady is 5 years older than me, to be exact 23, but we have always gotten along great. Another advantage is that I no longer have to see my ex-boyfriend every day, since we are no longer in the same class. Plus, I still have almost the entire summer vacation ahead of me to enjoy life to the fullest, like now at this football game. If I were to say I love football, that would be an understatement, because it feels like every American does. For me, it's an absolute dream to live in the city of my favorite team. That's why I'm wearing the appropriate hoodie over my dress and, of course, the matching cap at the game.

The atmosphere in the stadium is absolutely insane and totally captivating. Even if my cousin doesn't really see it that way and only came along because of me.

Now we just have to push through a horde of men to get to our seats. And then hopefully it will start soon. Even though the game will really become secondary. Because the atmosphere alone is reason enough to be here.

Getting to our seats, however, proves to be more difficult than expected. We each have two large beer cups in hand and somehow have to get through this crowd. But the line at the drinks stand was huge, and I didn't want to spend the start of the game waiting in line. So we planned ahead. I almost managed to get to my seat unscathed, when suddenly this guy turns around in a flash. Everything happens so quickly that I can't react anymore, and so I spill half of the beer on him and myself. The tall stranger initially looks at me very angrily and is about to scold me, but then his look suddenly changes as his dark eyes meet mine.

"What the hell.. oh, sorry.. I didn't mean to spill your drink, ...can I offer you a new one? Of course, only if you're already 21.." He starts to grin, and his perfectly white row of teeth shines through his silver-black beard.

I'm still a bit overwhelmed by the whole situation and look bewildered at the large wet spot on his black shirt under his dark jacket. Guys my age are never dressed so well. Only maybe for a funeral or a prom, and I've never been to either.

"I'm already 22.." I say somewhat defiantly, and according to my fake ID, that wouldn't even be a lie.

"Perfect.." he concludes.

He turns around to hand me a full beer from the drinks available behind him. I take it gratefully, and finally my cousin and I can sit down exhausted in our seats.

Immediately she whispers excitedly in my ear, "Did you see how that guy looked at you? He's at least twice as old as you and basically undressed you with his eyes .. pretty cringe..".

I look at her innocently, "Cringe? I actually find him quite cute!"

"Cute?" she asks in surprise, rolling her eyes.

The stranger sits down in the seat right next to me and toasts us.

"Thanks," I say again.

"No problem, pleasure to meet you, i’m Negan!"

"Sam.." I stammer somewhat clumsily.

Then everyone turns back to their groups. After a while, I'm engrossed in conversation with my cousin again, but the guy next to me has put on such an intense cologne that it lingers in my nose the whole time. It smells so ruggedly masculine that it almost drives me crazy. Whenever I have the chance, I shyly glance to the right, but he doesn't look at me anymore. I'm strangely disappointed, so I try to push that thought aside.

The game is running fantastically. My team is winning, which makes me so euphoric that I even infect my cousin with it.

After the game, as we're getting ready to leave, someone roughly grabs my arm. I startle briefly, then look back into the dark eyes that send a pleasant tingling sensation through my entire body.

"Do you and your friend maybe want to come with us to a bar to celebrate the victory a bit?" he asks with a deep tone, and I feel my stomach vibrating at his words.

Suddenly, my cousin's voice snaps me out of my trance. "No, sorry, we have to get up early..".

I look at her puzzled.

"Um, actually... apologize for us for a moment!".

The stranger seems to be thoroughly amused by this situation.

I turn to her and whisper in her ear, "That sounds fun... come on, let's go with them!"

"With these guys?!" she says a bit too loudly.

Startled, I turn around, but he is engrossed in a conversation again and apparently, thankfully, hasn't noticed. After a seemingly endless discussion, we agree that I will go to the bar with them without her. But only with the promise to be reachable on the phone at all times.

Reluctantly, Cassady bids me goodbye with a hug and whispers in my ear, "Take care of yourself... and don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Since my cousin has quite a bit of a checkered past, I don't even feel guilty promising her that.

When I agree to go with them, the stranger firmly takes my hand to guide me through the crowd out of the stadium. I'm initially a bit shocked by this strange situation, but fearing to lose him among the crowd, I interlock my fingers tightly with his and let him lead me out of the stadium.

The three of us, along with another man, take a seat on the backseat of a large black Audi. The men in the car are engaged in lively conversation about the game. Fortunately, I understand quite a bit about football and can engage in some discussion without sounding dumb, even though everyone else present is probably 30 years older than me.

After a short ride, we park in front of a small bar.

As we enter, the smell of smoke and alcohol greets me. The men take a seat at a round table, and I excuse myself for a moment to go to the bathroom.

There, I take off my sweater and am quite glad that I'm wearing a short black dress underneath. I take off my cap and let my hair down, then adjust it and try to fix my makeup a bit. I take a deep breath a few more times, looking at myself in the mirror. Then I go back, determined. But the table is empty. Startled, I look around, a thousand thoughts racing through my head.

But then I hear someone call out, "Here we are!" The voice comes from the billiard table. Relieved, I see Negan sitting on a sofa in front of the others. I walk purposefully towards them.

Two are already playing, and the clattering of the balls drowns out the conversations in the entire bar.

Since the couch is already occupied, I take a seat on the armrest next to Negan. He unabashedly looks me up and down and then offers me a beer.

"You look damn good..." he says directly, making my heart skip a beat and my cheeks blush.

After the men finish their game, I challenge him. He accepts with a smile, probably not expecting that I practically grew up at the billiard table. As he takes his first shots, he realizes it's not as easy as he thought, which pleases me.

Watching him concentrate more on the game makes me proud, and he looks even better doing it. As he leans closer to make his next move, he unexpectedly gives me a rather strong pat on the backside.

"Hey, unfair move!" I protest immediately, which only elicits a tired smile from him, but sends a strong tingle down in my lower abdomen.

But I manage to win against him, albeit very narrowly, which clearly annoys him. Afterwards, he has to endure some teasing from his buddies. Resignedly, he sits back on the sofa, and I proudly perch on the armrest again.

During the next round with his friends, we engage in animated discussions about their gameplay and continue drinking our beer. After a while, Negan starts touching my bare shin. At first, he just places his warm hand there, but then he starts stroking it slowly. The touches of his large rough hands are so gentle that they give me goosebumps. I enjoy this feeling and what it does to me to the fullest. I'm disappointed when he lets go of my leg, but only to offer me a vodka shot that the waitress had placed on a large tray in front of us. The drink is much needed, as my mouth feels incredibly dry.

We clink glasses, and I down the shot in one go. The sharp alcohol burns in my throat and then warms my stomach, shooting straight to my head. I can tell that Negan is watching my every move closely.

As soon as I place the empty glass back on the table, he puts his hand on my thigh.

"You look so damn sexy drinking it all in one go, do you like swallowing other things too?" he whispers unabashedly.

I almost slap him out of reflex, but as I look into his grinning face and his lustful eyes meet mine, my whole lower abdomen tightens, and I can't help but smirk. We gaze at each other for a while, and then I decisively say, "Why don't you find out.."

Without warning, he pulls me onto his lap, and before I know it, I'm straddling him, and he immediately starts kissing me. His lips are incredibly demanding. I place my hands on his cheeks to try to control the situation somewhat, while I completely forget everything around me and simply ignore the stupid comments from others.

His fingers trail down my back purposefully, immediately gripping my buttocks tightly. Then he presses me firmly against his pelvis. Excited, I breathe against his open mouth as I feel his penis getting harder and pressing strongly against me.

Sensing my hesitation, he whispers softly, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Nothing.. it's just pretty big.." I grin, feeling a bit embarrassed.

He smiles contentedly and presses me against him again, then gently kisses the sensitive skin on my neck and says in my ear, "Oh, don't worry, pretty princess, I'll order a taxi for us now, and then we'll go to my place where I'll pamper you so much that your little pussy will get nice and wet for me, and then my big, hard cock can slide into you slowly and effortlessly. How does that sound?"

His deep voice and direct manner drive me crazy. I nod decisively and kiss him again. I then take his right hand off my butt and guide it under my dress, directly between my legs.

"I'm already so wet for you, feel it!" I reply somewhat shyly.

His fingers deftly shift my panties aside, while his eyes scan my face precisely, enjoying every reaction from me. Slowly, he skillfully glides his middle finger through my cleft, causing me to involuntarily flinch.

"You're such a naughty sweet girl!" he remarks amusedly, as his finger leaves my most intimate place again, moistening my lips with my wetness. He then kisses me again, passionately sucking my taste from my lips. "You taste incredibly good.." he says contentedly.

[msfbgraves]

I think the reason Terry and Daniel has this insane chemistry in their limited scenes together is because of TIG.

TIG clearly has a certain fondness for the character of Daniel. In multiple interviews he cannot help but bring up Daniel even when Daniel is not being talked about or referenced. TIG also absolutely loves the character of Terry, and has a blast getting to play him. Put these two loves together and bam! It’s like a magic potion.

Let’s be real. TIG never talks about any other character the way he talks about Daniel (and Terry of course). He has chemistry with Kreese too, but it’s no where near the level he has with Daniel. Again, this bleeds over from his fondness for Daniel as a whole. And perhaps even his liking of working with Ralph. The man is like an Irish Wolfhound when talking about cat-coded Ralph and it’s amusing to watch.

For whatever reason, Danny boy is special to TIG. It makes me wonder how much of Terry’s obsession with Daniel was as ad libbed by TIG himself. After all, the man is a screenwriter himself. He knows nuance and subtlety and what tone and gesture and eyes can convey better than many. He knows what he’s doing, I am certain.

I feel as if someone were to ask TIG who his favorite character was (he couldn’t choose Terry)—he would readily say Daniel.

Even though they share a limited number of moments together, it’s interesting how much weight and meaning their interactions have, and why they often steal the show—and TIG himself steals all the scenes he’s in.

Whatever it is, I love it. TIG is just fantastic. No wonder he’s stupid popular.

Is he stupid popular? If so, huzzah - I'm out of the loop on regular popularity of CK characters.

I basically agree with all of it. The Karate Kid part III, Thomas' first ever film role with him as an absolute nobody whose main function was to antagonise Ralph, who was famous enough to have been asked to present Academy Awards, that must mean something to him. And he got to dominate his character, which must be odd as Ralph had quite a lot of clout on set, and could have stopped him, no problem. He was famously unhappy on that set, and could have made life very difficult for Thomas, but he didn't. And he obviously shouldn't have from an interpersonal standpoint, but this was the 80's and he was the lead, he could have Thomas regulated to the back of the room if he wanted to and he did not. That must mean something. Also there was no script, this was all ad libbed. And that makes for... some kids' film, alright, but it really also makes Terry Thomas' character. And he liked him so much he wrote a whole film about him, Excessive Force.

And you see, what I respect so much about TIG as a writer is that he respects what people actually do, not what people fantasise about. I find his girlfriend in Excessive Force rather underwritten, but in a shootout where they both are present they give her a gun. Because even though men like to see the cowering girlfriend they can rescue that is not what people in these situations do. If there's two of you and you have a spare gun you give her a gun too. Because you want to live. And he's kept doing that when he had the chance. If he has to play an action hero he writes one who thinks. If he's going to write a jealous, abusive piece of shit called Gus Travis, he's jealous and abusive because he's notably insecure. Because his girlfriend is actively trying to leave him, because they have a shitty relationship, but there is nonverbal communication and history between them. She's not just there to look scared. Because irl women aren't sexy lamps.

I'm sure he wouldn't have written a miracle cure for Miguel because there are no miracle cures for broken vertibrae. And it doesn't matter to him that the writers don't want to write how hard it would have been for Miguel to learn to walk again, let alone fight. So with Terry, yes, I am quite convinced he does his utmost to keep Terry human and it shows. It makes sense for Terry Silver to channel all his martial arts knowledge into other pursuits. When Kreese is ranting about some teenager "slighting" him, he has zero patience for that nonsense. He's off his rocker, but he's still an adult. He actually gives the Cobra Kai kids some good advice! When he talks to "Sensei Joe", he recognises that the man is teaching Tory well, and later, they have a very measured conversation about them working together. Because that makes the outbursts scarier. And Daniel. Omg. Half their interactions are body language only. But there is an obvious contrast to how Terry is with most people and how he is with Daniel. He is NOT NORMAL around him. Ever. In any interaction. At the very mention of his name he goes from: "FFS, Kreese, get off my balcony, I am so done with your spiel" to "... Danny Boiii?" And given how deeply in love the writers are with Kreese, and how completely different the dynamic between John and Twig is as opposed to Kreese and Silver, that has to be TIG not having any of that. He wrote Terry first, and sure he'll throw in a line about Johnny Lawrence if he must, but that's as far as he'll go. I loved the "WHY...?!" when Johnny stepped in to defend Kreese. Because that doesn't make any sense irl. Kreese tried to kill him over a lost All Valley. Kreese stole his dojo, his business. Kreese nearly killed him again. Also, Terry already beat him to a pulp twice. I'm a decent chess player but with a ranking of 1600 you don't play someone who ranks 2500 you'll get pummeled, and you certainly don't do it again and expect to win, that's insane. Johnny isn't a good enough fighter, going by their last two encounters. So WHY? indeed.

And for TIG to step into a silly karate show that is completely centered on Johnny and Kreese and say "actually, Terry was in a twisted relationship with Daniel and that's what I'm playing, Kreese is simply no longer a factor to him" and to pull that off... and to also say, "btw, I'm going to react like a person would to whatever is put in front of Terry, not how you think the world should be" that's a stupendous achievement. I mean they wrote in a whole subplot where Twig is deeply jealous of Johnny Lawrence and TIG was like: "whatever. This person is so far beneath his notice it's subterranian and will anybody point out he is an awful parent? No. Then I will, and that'll be the end of that storyline" and they let him. That doesn't happen! The whole crew of GOT tried to stage an insurrection and was told: "You're dumb actors, say the lines", Marty and Billy tried to petition the writers about Kreese and Johnny being OOC and got nowhere, Ralph needed 1,5 seasons to be allowed to play Daniel LaRusso, instead of a snivelling charicature and TIG comes in with: "That stuff you've written for my character? I'll take what I want from that, and you'll thank me for it, and that's all you get. BTW, where's Ralph?" and they let him!

Legend.

[lesbian-odo]

UM NO??? they arent even a constant on earth, or in humans you stupid piece of shit. LET ALONE THE FUCKING SENTIENT GREEN CLOUD GRRRRRRRRR I HATE TOS SOMETIMES

all of this just so the guy can fuck the green fog. BECAUSE WE CAN'T HAVE THE GUY LOVE THE GREEN CLOUD UNLESS WE SPECIFY THAT IT'S A *GIRL* GREEN CLOUD. GOTTA MAKE SURE THAT FUCKING FOG SEX ISN'T GAY. grrrrrrr tos is fucking awful sometimes.

and god. godddd. the *ending*.

the woman who is like, literally on her way to PREVENT A WAR is marooned on the planet with the others. she's dying of a treatable disease. in the beginning of the episode she's played as being too whiny and difficult, for some reason?? (definitely has nothing to do with her being a woman). so then shes dying on the planet and starts going on about how she's never been loved?? just out of nowhere?? at the same time, the dude (who is zefram cochrane btw??) tells the cloud that basically he doesn't want to love her because she's not a human. so then the fucking cloud literally TAKES OVER the dying woman's body so she can fuck the dipshit. just occupying her body, you know, a denial of agency so profound they make horror movies and stuff about the exact concept? as far as im concerned, the enterprise crew left a dying woman's body to be fucking violated while her consciousness is seemingly stuck to experience it for the rest of her life. but no, it's okay to let the dying woman be violated for decades because "she's never been loved". yeah. that makes it okay. that's the only real purpose of a woman. bones LITERALLY brings up the whole "hey wasn't she going to prevent a fucking WAR? maybe we shouldn't leave a dying woman here to have her body puppeteered against her will?????" but no, kirk rather lightheartedly is like, "oh im sure starfleet will just find some other woman". jesus i just can't. so women who are skilled enough to PREVENT WAR are a dime a dozen, and it's far more important to make sure ZEFRAM COCHRANE IS GETTING LAID? fuck you?????

god this episode is terrible. but i looked up user reviews on imdb and everyone is like, "oh it's a fucking classic it's great" are you insane? the dying woman's agency is completely violated in a way that goes beyond just rape. i cannot put into words how despicable it is what's done to her.

time and time again tos is just the most misogynistic trash ever. it makes me wish, before i start an episode, that it just won't have any women in it, because at least then it won't be so digustingly misogynistic.

[thatgirl4815]

Sand & Ep11

I keep remembering this ask I got a while back, and I think it's important now more than ever.

If I was Sand, I personally would not give Boeing the time of day for what he did to me. I would be livid. I would never speak to him again.

But Sand is not me. Sand is more forgiving than is probably healthy for him. Even though it is something I hope he works on for his own benefit, it doesn't change the fact that for the moment, that is who he is. That's his flaw just as much as it his strength.

Caring for people is generally regarded as a positive trait because it is, but there's a such thing as caring too much for people who do not show that same care back to you. That is the position Sand seems to find himself in continuously. I believe Ray does care about Sand, but it took so long for that to be communicated to Sand in the way he deserves. The reason their relationship has lasted is because Sand does not demand that reassurance the way many people would, even though he might want it. Words of affirmation are not at the top of Sand's love language list.

Abandonment

I don't want to prescribe any definitive long-term childhood response to Sand from what little information we have, but given the emphasis on Sand's absent father, I think it's safe to say that Sand faces some abandonment issues. Growing up, he only ever had his mom; of course he was bound to cling to her very tightly. That is where I imagine his caring behavior has stemmed from most. Additionally, having so few people on his life that he could rely on, he learned to be a support system for others and learn not to complain for what he has.

I think Sand is in a position where he objectively understands that he is mistreated. He admits as much to both Ray and Nick. But he can’t break out of this cycle because there’s a deep-seated fear in him. A fear of being alone? A fear of being abandoned? A fear of not being good enough or “special” to anyone?

I have been wrestling with myself over the past day about Sand’s behavior in Ep11. And I’ve realized that a reason why I feel so ambivalent about it—a reason I don’t like to admit—is because it’s related to Boeing, not Ray.

Sand has received the same criticism he’s facing in Ep11 in past episodes: i.e., “He needs to know his worth and tell off Ray for what he’s doing to him.” A very similar situation has now arisen with Boeing. Sand is once again trapped in the cycle. He is nice to Boeing because even after what Boeing does to him, he cannot handle the thought of banishing him from his life for good—not when Boeing is still here and willing to engage with him. Again, we see the conflict between what he knows he should do and what he defaults to.

I empathize with Sand’s plight here, and I understand that it is difficult for him to react to Boeing and Ray. Where my frustrations arise are in the way he reacts to Ray’s reaction.

Ray is insanely passive aggressive at the end of Ep11. Sand has seen this all before; Ray lingers at the bar after being told to go home, he invites Boeing over without really wanting to invite him over, and he invites Sand to get naked in the pool with them. Each time, Boeing eggs him on by agreeing, playing up the guise of “we’re all friends here!” while simultaneously making both pointed and subtle jabs at his previous relationship with Sand (the most obvious being the “we’ve already seen every part of each other” line).

I’m of the belief that Sand is very aware of how Ray feels, especially in that ending shot when he looks between Ray and Boeing. But he does not ever confront Boeing or disengage from the situation. He’s playing into Boeing’s guise, and both he and Ray know it.

In virtually every part of Part 4, we see Sand caught in this same perpetual cycle where he lets people walk all over him. While I empathize with his struggles, as I said, there's a part of me that believes his boyfriend’s discomfort with the situation should supersede that. He committed to Ray, not Boeing, and this situation with Boeing is posing a threat to that.

This is not me saying that Sand needs to scream at Boeing and cuss him out for what he did to him. But I do think Sand needs to acknowledge much more firmly that he is Ray’s boyfriend. Sand can be nice to Boeing and offer him friendship, but he cannot allow Boeing to make advances on him and hang around with them when Boeing so clearly has other intentions. (There’s an argument that maybe Boeing does genuinely want a friendship with Sand, but after the way he talks with Sand and how he handled the TopMew situation, I don’t believe that for a second).

This isn’t easy for Sand, but when Ray is right there, he has to be more direct. Boeing was his past but Ray is his present. Much like how Sand encouraged Ray to go to rehab, I think Ray will encourage Sand to stand up for himself against Boeing.

[coloursflyaway]

This for @wrestlezaynia and her alone, because without her, I am not even sure if I would have tried to write anytime soon ♥ Thank you for being such an inspiration ♥

„You don’t have to go.“ It’s not supposed to sound like a plea, and yet it does. Maybe, because every word that Sami has said to Kevin lately has sounded like a plea. He hates it, but unfortunately that doesn’t mean he is any closer to changing it.

At least it makes Kevin stop somewhere between the bed and the door and turn around, raise an eyebrow in that way he sometimes does. In another situation, it might be enough to make Sami forget himself and do something stupid, like kiss him. Or punch him in the face. Now, however, it only makes him wish he could take it back, because there is no reason why Kevin should know that this thing they have going on is not as easy for Sami as it is for him, but instead a thousand why he shouldn’t. One of them, the most important one, being that it might make him stop.

“I only mean, if you don’t want to”, Sami adds lamely, because Kevin isn’t say anything and it is making him anxious. A second passes, then another, and Sami is readying himself to be stuck here forever, pinned between the damp, dirty sheets and Kevin’s gaze, but then, finally, the other speaks. “I know”, Kevin says, infuriating but unquestioningly the truth, because of course he does, Sami should have known. It’s not like he has ever been good with hiding anything, let alone a truth he feels so deeply, so intimately, every time they see each other.

Another silence, this time because Sami doesn’t know what else to say, until he unerringly picks the worst thing. “Will you, then?” Pleading again, always pleading for just a little bit more of Kevin’s time.

But Kevin doesn’t respond the way Sami would have thought he would; doesn’t laugh, doesn’t mock, just looks at him like he didn’t have his tongue and fingers buried inside of Sami not even an hour ago. Like Sami is a puzzle he cannot quite figure out.

“Do you want me to?”, Kevin finally asks, an insane question, considering everything, but Sami stops himself before saying as much, just in case (and what an absurd idea it is) that Kevin truly doesn’t know.

And it should be difficult, like everything between them has always been difficult – like everything between them has always been easy, a soft voice whispers in his mind – but it isn’t.

“Yes”, Sami says, “Quite a lot, actually.” The confession sucks the oxygen out of the too-small hotel room, and even though it is the truth, Sami finds himself panicking. No, because it is the truth.

There is nothing for far too long, but then Kevin shakes his head just a little, like he has to wake himself up from some kind of stupor, and Sami expects him to run out and never come back. “Okay”, Kevin says instead, like he is doing his best to sound calm. “I guess, I can stay, then.”

An impossible answer, because wasn’t it him who pulled away the first time they kissed, still high on adrenaline from their match, and had told Sami that if they did this, it would be casual, no strings attached, no feelings involved? And yet, there is nothing can Sami do but take this, if it is offered.

“Yeah”, Sami answers, and does the same, tries to sound nonchalant and fails spectacularly. His heart is swelling with something that tastes like hope, to the point where he thinks he can feel it cracking his ribs. “Sounds good.”

[cast-iron-bug]

Kinda fell off the face of the earth but I'm BACK!

nothing much but have some exploration sketches of Phyllis and her final design!

If you are interested in some of her character lore and personality, feel free to read under the cut!

Otherwise enjoy these few doodles 👍✨

EDIT!!!

I changed up the lore section to be Phyllis's backstory as my au lore is still under construction 🚧 so feel free to read under the cut to see the updates!

Phyllis has gone through a bit of development since I last shared her lore here and is now a finalized character!

Personality:

Phyllis is very street smart and has the attitude to match...on the outside, finding it easy to taunt others and make sarcastic remarks.

HOWEVER, she is also very introverted.

Since both her parents died by the time she was seven, the tribes being sealed away shortly after, Phyllis was left all alone to fend for herself in the surface world, growing up in complete isolation. In response to that, she developed some...unique habits that come off almost creepy to others (like her bone collections and how her home defenses are literal corpses) and is incapable of socializing properly.

So while she loves to throw out witty comebacks and sarcastic remarks in the moment, she can get pretty socially awkward and even dismissive/mean to those she has prolonged contact with. She just isn't used to being around people for long and is used to hiding away from them.

Despite this, if someone is persistent enough and SOMEHOW earns her trust, Phyllis will turn out to be pretty loyal. This is a difficult task to achieve but if done she is dedicated to protecting you, even becoming overprotective because she's terrified of loosing another person she cares about.

So ye! In summary, Phyllis sarcastic, witty and mayyybe even a little insane, all with a hint of social awkwardness.

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Lore:

Now in terms of lore aspects, Phyllis is a character that i have written straight into the Ninjago timeline, meaning key points of her life actually line up with the show. For example the is born during the first serpentine war and is a young adult(serpentine age slower) by the time the serpentine are released, her true adventures beginning with the start of this au. These adventures are also affected realtime by events happening in the show, such as the fall of Ninjago city in seasons 8 and 9, or the great flood in season 15.

So Phyllis is the daughter of Victor Vervain, a venomari archer, and Amelia Vespertine, a fangpyre Nobel woman.

The two had fled from the war, living on the run as Victor was deemed a traitor and Amelia now being hunted down. Victor left for moral reasons, having frown up near a human village and even befriended some as he grew up. He felt that it was wrong to be fighting against them, especially when the armies would raid innocent villages. The fact that no one would tell him why they were fighting in the first place only made Victor feel worse, and he inevitably left. Amelia left for similar reasons, since even as a higher up she could not justify the war.

Because they were on the run, Phyllis was raised very nomadic and most often within nature. Constant moving became the norm for her, but she didn't mind. Even with the lack of contact with other serpentine, the only consistency Phyllis seemed to need was her parents.

Having said that, you better believe they get separated.

Amelia is killed when Phyllis is 5. She died while defending Phyllis and Victor, giving them time to escape.

Victor actually ends up dying to an elemental master, the master of ice. He and Phyllis are out on a hunting trip, hunting deer.

Victor armed with his iconic bow 🏹 is aiming for a stag when a patrol of elemental masters are patrolling nearby. The master of ice catches sight of the venomari archer with arrow drawn and skewers him on sight with an icicle, killing him almost instantly.

This occurs literally RIGHT before, or even during when, the serpentine are sealed away, so from this point on that Phyllis is truly on her own and won't see another serpentine until she's an adult.

From this point until the serpentine are released from their tombs, Phyllis grows up in isolation. She is still quite nomadic, living in more dense, woodsy areas as often as possible.

She even learns dark magic, having found an old spell book deep in the woods. She teaches herself different forms of magic, takin to necromancy quite quickly.

She is practically a cryptid at this point, with only rare sightings... Especially since as a hybrid with her magically abilities, she wouldn't be identifiable as a commonly known serpentine

Despite this though, there are occasions where she will make deals or take on jobs with others to get by. This practice becomes at lot more common when the Serpentine are released and become a more frequent sight.

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The AU:

The au begins a good while after the serpentine are released, at the earliest after season four, when the Serpentine and humans are on relatively good terms.

You'll be seeing a lot more of them in Ninjago city, even a few in the police force! (I will elaborate of these characters in a future post!)

Because of Phyllis's paranormal connections, I do like the idea of this occurring in Ninjago city during season five, whilst the ninja are busy with Morro

Maybe a team of ragtag heroes hear of a mysterious masked figure who stole a powerful artifact. As they follow clues to track down this unknown villain, the find themselves in over their heads when they face her head on- their elemental powers rendered almost useless and the masked figure escaping.

When our heroes find out there are four of these artifacts in the series, a race to the second begins, both parties discovering more about the mysterious villain's plan along the way, and the true mastermind behind it all.

I won't spoil much last this point, as there are many elements I feel could be better portrayed in comic or written format! So that's all for now and feel free to ask questions about the au or characters, as I have many more to share and plenty of fun facts n details!

[kateandanthonyaremyparents]

What about a parent trap au?

OMG yes!!!

Think about Kate and Anthony living somewhere in Spain, far away from their families. Kate Sharma lives in New York and Anthony Bridgerton spends most of his time in London. They met when they were on a holiday and when Kate got pregnant they decided to move back to where it all started.

Only for them to realise being away from your family is HARD. Even when you're starting one of your own. So they fight, a lot. They fight about the twins that Kate's carrying. Where will they go to school?

"NOT private school, I don't want them to become snobs,"

"You think I'm a snob?"

"Well.. kind of? I mean, you're cute and all, but you're also very posh,"

Or about work.

"Are you going to work tonight again?"

"I am, go back to sleep."

"Kate.. that's fucking 5 nights in a row."

"I know, but you can't fight the rush of adrenaline when inspiration hits."

"You better come up with a good painting, since you're probably missing our anniversary breakfast."

"Oh, fuck."

"You didn't remember? Great."

Or just a new them choosing a new rug.

"I hate green inside the house, green belongs to nature."

"Well I like green, it reminds me of the gardens back home."

"I forgot about that.."

"You forget a lot lately."

"I still remember enough."

It is safe to say things aren't going good. They took a leap of faith with moving to a foreign country, and it turned out to be difficult to say the least. But in the end, both Kate and Anthony believed the love they feel for each other is enough. They'll make it, because their love feels like the love their parents share, and they would he fools to throw it away.

Once the twins are borne they help a LOT, Miles and Edmund are amazing little bundles of joy. The boys are sriving their parents insane with love during the day and insomnia during the night. They're getting better. Love did is worth fighting for. The boys are living proof of it. So ultimately they've decided on school, work, holidays, interior, life.

They still bicker, but that's just them. They might be young (23), but they want to grow up, and old, together.

Life was perfect again, until their fathers die it truly was. But disaster strook, first Milan Sharma died on Wednesday, and Edmund Bridgerton followed on Tuesday.

They couldn't cope, couldn't chose, couldn't mourn.

Anthony went back to England with little Miles.

Kate flew to New York with little Edmund.

They wanted to make it work. But Anthony has to take over the company from his dad, and Kate needs to be there for her mother sister. It's complicated, they meet two times before they admit this isn't working, they need to separate. Completely.

Edmund knows he has a sibling, he knows he's across the ocean. He's reminded of him every day when he looks at the picture of his brother on his mother's nightstand.

Miles is aware his father loved only one woman, his mother. His mother who had another child. Which may or may not was the reason his papa was so alone and sad all the time. He hears his father talking about Neddy to his Granny. He's curious, because why couldn't that woman handle him? He was only a child when the woman and his father broke up. Was he a bad kid? Didn't that Neddy kid like him? Was he the cause of their break up?

Now imagine them on soccer camp in France.

Anthony dropping his boy off before he went to a work event.

Kate sending her talented son to the best summer camp there is. Going on a roadtrip through France to regain some inspiration.

What will happen next?? When after two days Miles bumps into Neddy, seeing the resemblance. Finding out things about the other, connecting the dots...

[trulyinspiringmovies]

Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse

“Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse” is a perfect sequel to a perfect movie, but I’m not sure I could overlook this one problem.

Mile Morales is having trouble balancing his life as a student and his life as Spider-Man. He’s now completely focused on pursuing a career that will allow him to research ways to travel between universes. One day, Gwen meets with him and shows him that she’s able to travel between universes using a bracelet given to her by Miguel O’Hara. It turns out that she’s not just here to visit Miles. She’s been sent to Mile’s universe on a mission.

This is a review that was a little difficult for me to make. For the past few days, I’ve been debating on whether or not I should give it four or five stars. The reason is that I think this movie is absolutely fantastic. My only problem is with the supposed ending. I felt like this was an incomplete movie. I think by now, everyone knows that this is the first half of a two-part movie. I think a lot of people are using that as a justification and calling it a cliffhanger rather than an incomplete movie. There’s a lot of rising action, but never really any climax. Plot-wise, there’s not a whole lot going on once you put aside all the Easter eggs and references. Now, I still think the writing is still extremely well done and what this movie is setting up is brilliant, but that’s all this movie is: set-up. I find myself comparing this movie with “Avengers: Infinity War” because they’re both the first half of two-part movies. With “Avengers: Infinity War”, there was a third act and the heroes surprisingly fail to stop the antagonist. There’s a climax that pays off all the journeys each character went through, but ultimately they were in vain. It’s still narratively satisfying because you get a full movie, just with an unconventional ending. In “Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse”, you don’t get that. You get exposition that leads to rising action, but it cuts off there. If you really boil things down, this movie is just about Miles learning about the society of Spider-people, learning about Canon events, learning his dad dying is a canon event, and then running away from everyone only to end up in the wrong dimension. Miles doesn’t really do much with the new information he’s given. Now, you could argue that he does do something with that information and that’s run away to try and save his dad, but the story ends before he could directly affect that outcome. Don’t get me wrong. I thought the animation was insanely impressive. They managed to push the boundaries of the already boundary-pushing visuals of the first movie. This movie is just, to put it simply, gorgeous to look at. I thought The Spot was a great villain and voiced excellently by Jason Schwartzman, although the movie kind of forgot about him in the latter half. As I said, the writing is ingenious. I have an idea of where they’re going with everything and it’s all super creative and a lot of fun. It’s that perfect blend of meta, but also still stands alone as its own great story. It sucks that I had to give this movie four stars because it truly was a well-crafted movie. But, I always stand by that story must come first, so an incomplete story is a big thing for me. I saw somewhere online that this wasn’t actually an incomplete story because Miles and Gwen are completely different at the end of the movie from where they were at the beginning. I still don’t think that’s enough. I’m excited to see the second part, but not as excited as I would be if I didn’t feel so unsatisfied walking out of the theater for this movie. Still, this movie is damn good and should be watched on the biggest screen with the best sound quality. You don’t want to miss it.

★★★★

Watched on June 3rd, 2023

[bearvanhelsing]

Pardon the time at which I'm sending things. 🌿 and 🌺 (it's hibiscus for real this time!!!) for Adelaide, 🍂 for Aria, and 🌻 for Ty?

Hibiscus... we meet again.

Adelaide:

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech?

Adelaide isn't great at connecting with others through words in the first place so I feel like she adapted to this by becoming a very attentive listener. Even though her demeanor is rather intimidating from the outset, the few that are close to her or know her well find it very easy to come to her and talk about their problems and she will surprisingly, given her authoritarian stance on most things, listen without interjecting value judgments or trying to inject herself into the issue unless they ask her to. Notable that this only really applies to people she considers herself to be friends with or quite close to and not injecting herself into the issue is something that became harder for her to do after spending a lot of time as the ruler of The Stolen Lands.

People close to her often find her quite difficult because she becomes rather irritable when she notices people trying to force a conversation where there really isn't any need for one. One of the reasons she likes Ekun so much is that the two of them can stew in comfortable silence together Kanerah is probably the companion who knows her best and will often times hold her hand or just sit close to her while she's working or contemplating.

�� What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

She's not one to be easily shaken but when Adelaide does feel frightened she almost always and perhaps predictably latches on to Shardik. He is large, soft and unyielding and there is a certain comfort in the fact that something she raised up from being small and helpless can now protect her when she feels that way. Without him there I would imagine it would be very difficult for her to steel herself. He's almost always right beside her so she has become inadvertently become rather reliant on him in a similar way he is reliant on her.

ARIA:

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others?

If someone tried to hug Aria, I feel like her first instinct would be to scratch, kick, bite and punch because she has rather severe intimacy issues. But I also feel like actually getting one while she was in a particularly vulnerable position would be insanely comforting to her. She would probably reject it at first and then end up melting into it. When it comes to showing affection, I'm actually not 100% sure how she does this yet! When Lumi got hurt in the yuri mansion because of the trap she tripped over, Aria bought her the unlife potion but didn't want her to know she did it, similarly when Lumi opened up about feeling homesick, Aria offered to take her to some authentic Ustalav cuisine but framed it in a "yeah, whatever, I'm bored anyway" sort of way so I feel like she actually has a considerable amount of empathy and tries to help but doesn't feel at all comfortable being vulnerable enough to be open about. When it comes to receiving affection I think she struggles to make herself vulnerable enough to receive it but part of her is starved for the positive feedback and intimacy that she almost never receives because she's just so prickly...

TYREL:

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

Tyrel tends to have an easy time reading people, whether it's their face or body language, he's very perceptive so he notices a lot! I think one of the big changes he felt after being promoted to KC is the borderline devout respect he got from many of the same types of people who would have chased him off before. It's really the first time in his life that people haven't looked at him like a scumbag and he revels in it.

[whenits--notreal]

Hold on. I really like this idea, especially with the whole funeral being closed-casket so I can totally see it happening. This could potentially change a lot of things because it would mean that Jason would wake up with the cape.

Now this could go a lot of different ways. I'll start with the most far-fetched one ψ(._. ) :

1. Since (in almost all continuations) Jason was conscious when Bruce found him just before he died, Jason would have seen Batman come for him and waking up with his cape would make Jason think that Bruce made it in time for him. He might not even be aware that he died, since he can't see the coffin in the dark but can recognise the cape even blind.

But then, eventually, he realises he's trapped somewhere and that there's no way the over-protective Bruce would ever willingly/knowingly leave him like this, but the cape means that Bruce has found him and he knows which leaves the only other option: Bruce is in trouble. This, rather than the panic of waking up alone in your coffin, becomes what drives Jason enough to be able to dig out of his grave.

The reason I said this is my most far-fetched idea is because it's a little difficult to overlook the fact that Jason was defo out of his mind and wouldn't be able to make those kind of deductions (even though they're wrong).

2. So taking the slightly more canonically correct idea that Jason was working "purely on instinct" him waking up with the cape doesn't mean much in terms of his thought process (or well, lack thereof). Instead, his digging out of his grave pretty much follows what was lined in Batman Annual #25 but instead of wrapping his hands in random cloth when he breaks out of the coffin, he uses part of the cape because he instinctively knows that it's more durable.

Like in BA25, he wanders the streets muttering Bruce, Dad, and nothing but. Obviously this time, the people who find him and take him to the hospital don't ignore his words because he has Batman's unmistakeable cape wrapped around his shoulders.

Everyone knows of the alleged ties Bruce Wayne has with the Batman so it isn't difficult to connect the dots on which Bruce he's talking about. They also decide that they should BW about their findings because they are not risking the Bat's wrath, especially considering the rampage he's been going on for the past 6 months since a certain little bird stopped tailing him (in the original run, I'm not sure about the other ones, Gotham doesn't know that Robin is dead).

Anyway, point is Bruce gets his son back, albeit in a less-than-ideal state, stops being a vengeful menace to society, and gives Jason the attention he needs. However, since Bruce was the one who "found him" first, Jason remains in a vegetative state and from there, it can go in many different directions.

Jason could stay braindead for the rest of his life and basically be cared for by his family, Bruce would have to completely drop the Batman mantle if that's the case and would honestly probably become a better person as a result. He would tell Dick about it this time, and they can become a slightly more functional family. Now while I don't really want Jason to be braindead, this is the most realistic outcome, not to say that Bruce won't stop looking for a way to cure him, but realistically without the Pit he can't really (unless we're considering the universes where the Pit doesn't really induce madness) because Bruce would do anything for his kids but this seems like a line he wouldn't cross.

OR

Bruce being Bruce will find some sort of way to bring his son back, be it with some insane magic ( perhaps, with Zatanna's help, he becomes a golem but that'd mean he becomes dependent on Zatanna's magic-- maybe he becomes her apprentice or smthn?) or because Bruce is Bruce and he has a countermeasure for everything he has a backup record of Jason's consciousness or smthn, like the way he coded his own consciousness in the recent releases of Batman (2016) so he sort of becomes something of an AI, maybe then he'd be oracle instead of Barbara cuz he can just... upload a bunch of stuff in his artificially modified brain? Or he can become the next cyborg lol, then he can be Vic's apprentice (atp I feel like all I'm doing is just coming up with alternate mentors for J that aren't Batman).

OR

Batman does take Jason to the Lazarus Pit and after the Pit madness is over, there isn't much for him to be mad about (I'm not going with the fanon where the Pit induced rage is to blame for his actions cuz uh-- yh that's not real) so he doesn't go on a dramatic interactive tour of Gotham's underworld to see if his daddy loves him, because most of that obsession came not only as a side-effect of his resurrection but also due to Talia's whisperings and the long period of time he spent alone in the den of a bunch of assassins. Batman does not let him be Robin (not that he wants to any time soon) and takes a break from the cowl himself. This can be the first domino of Bruce prioritising something (his son) over his mission. Perhaps one day he hangs up his cowl for good and focuses on what he can do for Gotham as Bruce Wayne?

(There are many more options for an "ending" to my second scenario, I could probably write a fic about this but I'll stop here for now)

3. As for the third idea (which has absolutely no solid basis, it's complete make-belief), Jason wakes up in his coffin with the cape wrapped around him but again he's not really there mentally. He does however recognise the cape-blanket as security-safety-sleep and so he does (sleep). He sleeps in for the whole day and so misses a major event in what would have been the main timeline. Instead, this deviance creates an alternate parallel timeline where he stays in his coffin until the next day when someone (secretly) comes to visit his grave.

This someone is Clark Kent who immediately recognises the heart beating 6 feet below the dirt. He uses his x-ray vision to confirm that there is indeed a Jason lying in a buried coffin with his chest rising in even breaths as though he was asleep and not just dead. Horrified at his discovery and not thinking/caring about the consequences, he immediately dug up the grave and took Jason out then flew him over to the Wayne manor.

There he was punched in the face by Bruce cuz a) what the hell are you doing with my dead son, whom I personally buried, in your arms and b) that's just Bruce's natural reaction to seeing Superman in Gotham. After an explanation and some verification cuz Batman's a suspicious b... they live happily ever after. lol, not.

Dick finds out through Donna who only knows because she was spying on Wonder Woman when B asked for her assistance to heal Jason's brain damage cuz there were rumours that the Amazonians had a super-medicine or smthn like that (B was so wrecked and tired frmo searching for a cure that he didn't even notice her, Wonder Woman didn't say anything cuz she assumed that Bruce knew she was there). Donna thought Dick deserved to know, apparently, she didn't think that Dick would be destroyed by finding out second-hand.

Dick goes back to the manor and he's not even angry, this is the second time Bruce has failed to tell Dick about something concerning Jason's life. Dick's tired and he doesn't want to fight, he just wants to see his brother. When he gets to the manor, however, he can't find Bruce anywhere even though it's bright daylight.

He checks the cave and lo and behold, there sits Bruce (because that's not Batman) in the batchair on the batcomputer looking like a corpse. Dick manages to get all the way to his side and still, Bruce takes no notice until he is called and he honest-to-God jumps. Now Dick is sort of concerned.

Dick can see the moment recognition hits Bruce and not a second later he's half-tackled by Bruce, who wraps his arms around Dicks torso in a vice grip and starts sobbing (quietly but still-- sobbing). Now Dick is definitely concerned. Scratch that-- he's full-on panicking.

B starts talking between sniffles and the jist of it is "I tried. I'm trying but I can't find a way. I was going to tell you once I got him back but I can't. I swear I'm trying. He's here but I can't do anything for him and I can't and I need my son back. And I've tried but I can't bring him back and I'm still trying but it's not working and I need help to bring him back but I can't find it. I didn't want to ask you for help because I didn't want to give you false hope but I need the help because what's the point of being Batman of being a hero if I can't even save my own son. Dick please I'm so sorry you probably know now and I'm sorry it wasn't me telling you and I'm sorry for falling on you and what if he doesn't come back? Even though he's right here." And Dick starts crying too [and this would never happen at least not in this way but I'm not thinking too deeply about this dialogue].

Honestly tho, I do think that one of the most stressful things for Bruce isn't having failed but the process of failing, like when he was searching for Jason after he was kidnapped by the Joker except this is kind of worse because it feels like it'll never end, Jason will remain in this state forever and Bruce will continue to fail him until the day one of them dies because Bruce can't get over an ongoing failure if it's still happening and I feel like that stress might be enough for him to break down, especially if it's in front of Dick who he arguably keeps a front up with the least (apart from Alfred) cuz they've both seen each other at immense lows.

Anyway, Dick kinda just forgets the feeling of betrayal as he recognises that Bruce wasn't so much keeping a secret from him "for his own good" again so much as he couldn't deal with the situation and was destroying himself over it. Dick is glad he didn't find out any later.

He manages to see Jason and decides to go off-world to search for a cure while he leaves scourging the Earth to Bruce. He employs Superman to keep an eye over his dad (sometimes it takes your brother dying and coming back to life brain-dead to admit you're family ¯\_(ツ)_/¯). Fun fact: Dick lowkey had a bit of trauma about going into space because Jason died while he was unreachable and hasn't taken any off-world missions since Jay's death, however, he overcomes this to find a way to save his brother.

Turns out the Lanterns have state-of-the-art medical technology but them being xenophobic (yes I just said that) makes it very hard for Dick to gain access to this medicine despite his and Batman's association with Hal Jordan [idk how he gets in the end, improvise?].

In conclusion, Jason comes back spotty and perhaps gains a new friend *cough* *cough* Kyle *cough* (Am I pushing it? Probably. Do I care? Yes, actually I kinda do.)

No more Robin. Batman calms down and the Titans get *extensive* training from the Justice League because they realise that pretending your juniors don't exist in a dangerous occupation just because you don't want them to, actually just places them in more danger.

Alfred was awol this whole time because B gave him long leave to mourn (he actually just didn't want to face Alfred's judgement for what he was doing after Jason's Death. Meanwhile, Alfred was using his time off to slowly kill the Joker in a way that disguised it as a natural death.

I had a 4th idea which was basically about being found by stalker Tim who has sixth sense for finding the cape except usually that cape is attached to a Batman not wrapper around a Jason Todd (who was meant to be dead???) but I wrote all of this in one go and I'm tired so I'm just gonna... not.

Just a cute lil thought:

Since Bruce's kids all love to play around and hide in his cape as Robins, I wonder if he makes them blankets out of the same materials as his cape so they can have a piece of security when Bruce isn't there?

I remember in Dick and Jason's older comics (correct me if I'm wrong), they used to stay up late waiting for Bruce when he'd go out as Batman alone, so I'm gonna take this as confirmation that all his kids have done this at some point.

So now I'm totally gonna hc that in order to encourage his kids to not stay up late for him or as a way to help them feel more safe and secure when he's not there, he makes them all blanket replicas of his cape for them to snuggle with :')

And also just imagine his kids all grown up, and they STILL have the blankets with them, regardless of if they've moved out.

[p0ck3tp03t]

Rampant Thoughts 40.

Given enough time even Hell can become Home

I have been living somewhere that isn't my home for quite some time and I refused to call it home for the longest time. Deep inside I yearned for my birthplace to return back in my life but the future did not seem to heed my plea. After time uncertain, my longing for my home from the past diminished ever slightly but it never vanished despite beginning to grow accustomed to my home away from home. Having taken this decision with high difficulty, I in turn knew that there would be no return to that place, but little did I know what fate had in mind.

Soon enough, just a few years into this drastic transition I hated being where I was and loathed every day of life there, and this could be felt by many from my circle, especially her. It definitely wasn't easy for either of us but I felt that it was especially difficult for me as I had left behind family in order to become part of another. As time did what it does best, it passed and with it days inside this cage began to accrue until I would no longer notice that I was in a cage to begin with and this is where Hell became Home. I found reason to continue, I found escape from suffering and it saved me from falling deeper into a pit of unspoiled misery and this I owe to all the souls that saw something in me that deserved saving as I suffered quietly behind mountains of porcelain and glass. Though still a slave I now had comrades on which I could depend in times of peril or otherwise and because of that I realized I could endure so much more turmoil than I could have ever thought possible.

As one Hell became Home another Hell slowly caught root inside the confines of the Home I came here to create. Balance needs to exist in the life of all that lives and in order to maintain this balance, suffering and joy go hand in hand, and by following this idea, what happened to my life begins to catch meaning, even if a bit farfetched. Despite growing a liking to this place I now called home, the process that took place before this happened was detrimental to other aspects of my life. Each moment of grief I would experience while adjusting to this Hell until it would turn into Home would rust away at the Home I believed would never crumble. Soon enough the scales had been shifted and what was once a reason for peace and love had turned into the opposite, giving way to a life that I feel I ultimately sabotaged and am now forced to abandon.

Irony has it that I feel nostalgic in regards to this place that for so long I rejected with every waking moment and for whom I now feel warmth and melancholy, feelings that I cannot say I feel for the Home that brought me here. I received what I wanted and that is the ultimate truth, no matter how much nostalgia I might feel for the life I somehow managed to create here. As things stand, I essentially have been given what I truly wanted from the very beginning, freedom. I was never brave enough to shatter the home I thought I still had so I needed someone else to do so for me since, despite the misery, I was determined to remain loyal to my purpose and believed that things would eventually recover but sadly, I was beyond naive and the truth came crashing down with the weight of a thousand tears. With my Home ruined I turned Hell into Home even more, finding refuge among people that became my family, even if it was brief and superficial. With life turned upside-down, I found solitude to be a friend I had missed dearly so I rekindled that old flame in order to keep myself afloat amid the ruins of what once was a flourishing kingdom.

When alone I had solitude at my side and when away I had my other family on my side and thus I kept myself sane amidst the insanity, managing to survive until now. In spite of things being apparently normal, I know they are not and instead if I were to remain, they would only continue to deteriorate until nothing would be able to keep me away from the insanity and thus this story of Heaven and Hell has to come to an end.

Soon enough, Heaven will no longer have any footing in the world I live in no matter where I will find myself, this process having already started. Before it can get from bad to worse, my time here will come to an end which in itself is salvation despite feeling as if it is a curse filled with nostalgia and loss, it is a future I need to embrace and believe that it will be a better and warmer place than the one I have been living in until now. With just a few more weeks between me and the grand escape, I await anxiously as I slowly realize that things are changing. Soon enough the past shall once again become the future and bring with it another chapter filled with uncertainty and hope, which unlike the one before, shall be confronted alone but ultimately at peace which is all I could wish for as I leave behind Hell and Heaven together for another world.

By:PocketPoet

[papikakashikahn]

SPOILED - A Battinson x Reader Oneshot

(My masterlist here if you want more Battinson x Reader oneshots)

Warnings: ALL ANGST

Word Count: 4,300 words

Summary : After staying in Y/N’s apartment under her covers doing everything to complicate their relationship, Bruce deals with the aftermath of telling Y/N that he can't continue doing it every night. Y/N shows him what he’ll be missing out on by going to the iceberg lounge as he asks, at first seeming to comply with a mission assignment of his. Once there, however, she makes Bruce soon realizes his mistake in sending her there when someone makes a move on her and he can’t help but feel jealous enough to act on his impulses for once to establish what they are.

A/N: Sort of a continuation of my other Y/N x Battinson oneshot about Bruce’s sleep overs which you can read about here! 

Y/N wasn’t normally this difficult on assignments for Bruce, but this night in particular she was doing everything the opposite of what Bruce was asking just to piss him off . And maybe it was well deserved for their conversation last night.

Bruce had a habit of staying over Y/N’s each night for the past month or two. Prior to a week ago, things were not established between them as romantic… that was… until one night when it was storming out, Bruce acted on his impulses and slipped into Y/N’s bed as a means of comforting her… with his mouth that was. From then on, the nightly routine between the two of them quickly transformed into something more than just his mere presence in the room. They weren't simply partners in crime together anymore. Nevertheless, Y/N was becoming annoyed at how much colder Bruce was during those work hours together, even colder than he was before they exchanged saliva underneath her covers. Y/N knew Bruce took work seriously, but his demeanor towards her was even worse than before as he wouldn’t even let her touch him while on the Vengeance job. And yet… only hours later, Bruce would find himself crawling through Y/N’s bedroom window to express all his suppressed feelings by the means of lips, almost as if to say sorry for how he would treat her earlier in the night.

That was the redeeming quality of Bruce Wayne that kept Y/N hooked. When he was finished with his serious and brooding Bruce/Batman character he had going for him during their relationship, he would be so touch starved and vulnerable with her in their personal relationship. But even that aspect of him which allowed Y/N to stomach his cold and dismissive attitude of their romantic relationship was tearing at the seams due to the news he gave her last night.

As per usual, Bruce dragged himself in through the firescape after his night of work as he did every night for the last few months. But this time, when he slid under the covers something seemed off. He tried to sneak it in between kisses, his disappointing news of “I can’t see you every night Y/N”. When Y/N was taken aback by this statement, Bruce seemed upset almost as if she was denying him his last night of expressing himself.

“What?” she questioned.

The look on her face made him slightly nervous.

“I’ve been here every night for the past few months Y/N…” he started softly.

“And…?” she furrowed her eyebrows.

“… I have work to do back at the manor and this -”

“What work Bruce? Analyzing everything you already caught earlier in the night? You’re gonna drive yourself insane” she shot, throwing the covers off the two of them and glaring at him.

Bruce shifted knowing her reaction wouldn’t permit him from continuing what they had going any further tonight.

He looked up at her in guilt. In reality he knew the real reason this was bothering her so much was that she would have to resort back to sleeping alone and scared, two things that contradicted the other. After a break-in incident that happened in December to her neighbor downstairs, Y/N had trouble sleeping as any noise woke her up. She was paranoid sleeping by herself, and the thought of being subjected to that reality again was what upset her above all. And he knew that… but he also felt responsible for the work he had been neglecting at home for this.

He didn’t know what to say at the moment but simply stared at her, hoping for a forgiving change of attitude, but found the opposite. Y/N rose from the bed obviously upset at the news.

“You know, I can get over the sleeping alone thing. I can Bruce. I could get a stuffed animal or something. That’s whatever, but the other thing that annoys me is that this is the only time in the whole day where you don’t blow me off” she complained, looking over her shoulder at him.

He laid still, his hopeful face dropping at her tone. He also knew what she meant there…

“The whole day you’re an asshole to me Bruce. I mean yeah, I get it, you don’t want this spilling over into work, but you’re so dismissive you wont even let me touch you when we're alone. Is the only time you like me at 3 am Bruce? Do you like me for something else, is that it?” she retorted.

He watched how upset she was looking at him now, his eyes shifting under her gaze. This was his favorite part of the day too if she didn’t know, it was possibly the only thing he looked forward to. He didn’t mean to be so dismissive of her during the other parts of the day, but it was his fear that exactly what was happening now would affect their work life… and it would. And to her point about simply visiting for the more physical aspects of their relationship, it wasn’t that either, because things hadn’t even moved past making out, some grinding between clothes, and falling asleep together. They only exchanged the first kiss of their relationship last week so there wasn’t much of a physical end goal Bruce was manipulating by coming here.

A low “no” is all he could emit in response to her question.

His answer was clearly not enough to consol Y/N as she got out of bed completely. “I’m going to the bathroom… by the time I get back you better be gone” she warned before leaving the room.

Bruce was annoyed at her over dramatic reaction in his opinion, but he didn’t want to make things worse, so he did as she asked and left.

-

Bruce had asked Y/N to go to the Iceberg lounge tonight as a favor for him to get some information on the other girls working there, thinking in 24 hours Y/N might have gotten past the upsetting news he gave her last night to do this favor for him. He was sorely mistaken.

It was clear very early into the night that she wasn’t going to be very helpful in this mission. And this is exactly what Bruce was worried about in initiating a romantic relationship with Y/N when their work was so sensitive like this. Even when she stormed into the batcave for the camera contact lenses, it was clear she was still annoyed with him. And the room… or batcave rather… became tense quite quickly between himself, Y/N, and Alfred… and it was a large cave at that. 

“Lemme see” he called, tilting her face by her chin to look up at him. It was an excuse to look her in those eyes of hers. Y/N molded under this touch for a brief moment in a moment of weakness, meeting his eye contact, likely due in part to the fact that a part of her too was eager for his touch. Staring him in the eyes, she could see what he was feeling even with that cold, deadpan pretty face of his masked by the cowl. He was clearly regretful and needy, the look in his eyes similar to his bedroom eyes she knew oh-so-well. But the thought of those bedroom eyes being ripped away from her to only specific instances was the thought that caused her to move her face away from his hold.

“They look good” he muttered before pulling away his hand, but his eyes lingered on her face with his heart feeling a tinge of regret. He couldn’t help but watch as the dim and unforgiving light of the cave made him want to touch her more. She was so gorgeous. 

Y/N pressed her lips together before turning around and heading out of the batcave.

When she was out of the cave completely, Bruce let out a sigh of release from the heavy tension that lifted from the room.

“By God Bruce what did you do to that girl now?” Alfred groaned in disappointment.

Something he would soon regret.

Bruce quickly realized that when Y/N was fooling around in the club just to piss him off. Sure, she was passing by her coworkers to get their ID’s with the eye contacts as Bruce asked, but she too had a motive in going there.

She caught the attention of a certain regular to the club who she was especially favored by. 

“Y/N!” The young guy called over to her, by her name at that. Bruce tensed at this, watching Y/N’s eyes shift to the guy sitting over on a couch , waving her over. 

He furrowed his eyebrows at this but furthermore at her in turn approaching him.

“What are you doing?” Bruce mumbled, knowing Y/N could hear him.

She ignored his question and wandered over to the guy. Sitting beside him, he threw his arm over the side of the booth.

“Jason Vanderbilt” the ID read thanks to the contacts. He seemed around their age.

“How are you baby? I feel like I haven't seen you around here lately” he commented after giving Y/N a kiss on the cheek.

Bruce grit his teeth as she just let him do so.

“They’ve been putting me on the 2nd floor lately, sorry about that honey. But I've missed you” she cooed. And why did she need to say she missed him?

Bruce twitched in his seat, uncomfortable at that voice of hers being used on someone as worthless as him.

“Well it’s good to see you” he smiled slyly as the other hand brushed her knee.

“Y/N…” Bruce muttered again, now agitated.

Y/N was trying not to break out in laughter at the thought of Bruce getting aggravated at seeing other men interested in her.

“We were just drinking, are you thirsty?” Jason chided, raising a bottle of champagne he seemed to have on hand from an ice bucket beside him.

Bruce couldn’t help but roll his eyes at this guy’s attempts but quickly looked back to the monitor. Y/N wasn’t much of a drinker, and so Bruce did not expect her to take the glass he had poured out seemingly for her.

“One drink wouldn’t hurt” she practically purred before taking the glass extended to her and sipping from it.

Bruce grit his teeth seeing her do things outside of her true character.

The guy seemed to take this opportunity for him to run his hand higher up her thigh, which Y/N made sure she was looking down at for Bruce’s displeasure.

Y/N put the glass back down on the table and turned back to the man in front of her. He leaned into her ear which was even worse for Bruce as he would especially hear whatever this guy had to say.

“You know you’re the most gorgeous girl here right? What the hell are you doing working in a place like this?” 

‘You should thank Bruce for my presence in the club tonight’ is what Y/N wanted to respond just to piss Vengeance off, but she didn’t.

“Where the hell else would my good looks be this profitable?” she cocked, tilting her head playfully.

“I can think of lots” Vanderbilt responded quickly.

“That’s enough Y/N” Bruce deadpanned to her, completely fed up at what he was hearing and seeing. 

“Oh yeah?” Y/N smirked.

“Yeah” the guy affirmed.

“Like where?” she questioned, smirking harder at the thought that Bruce was hearing all of this shit.

“A magazine, a runway…” he went on.

“Film?” she asked ‘innocently’.

“Oh especially film” he agreed, the look of lust in his eyes. 

“Y/N!!!!” Bruce barked aloud in a louder voice than normal, causing even some of the bats in the cave to awake and take flight so startled.

Y/N almost jumped in her seat at his voice in her ear, and besides worrying about whether Jason heard that, she couldn’t help but laugh at Bruce’s frustration.

This pissed Bruce off more knowing that his reaction was only leaving her to laugh to herself.

“What's so funny?” Jason questioned with a smirk.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered up as she adjusted herself accordingly, reminding herself of her script she had in mind.

“Come here” she ordered in a tone that shot a pang through Bruce’s heart. It reminded him of the way she said that when she clung to Bruce under the covers of her bed on those rainy nights. There he felt vulnerable enough to do the things to her he just couldn’t in the day time, even if he wanted to. 

The sorrow in his heart turned in an instant at hearing the next line she emitted into the guy’s ear.

“I love seeing you get hot like this for me” she soothed, giving a light touch to his shoulder.

Bruce's face turned a bright red upon hearing her utter such a thing as that, but he was quickly seeing just that - red - after recounting who she was saying it to. 

Bruce jolted up without hesitation.

“God dammit Y/N that’s it” he added in a lower voice which was rather intimidating than when he was yelling.

“You could see a lot more of that, why don’t we go somewhere?” the guy practically begged. She snickered to herself as Bruce was already in the car, anxious for her reply.

“Let me powder my nose in the bathroom and I’ll think about it, how does that sound?” she comforted.

Y/N proceeded to get up from the couch while the guy tried to linger his hand on her thigh as she walked away. Y/N walked to the bathroom where she could barely suppress her snicker.

“What the fuck are you doing Y/N?” Bruce complained in her ear.

“What, you didn’t like what you saw, baby?” she sighed, pushing open the door of the bathroom to stand in front of the mirror.

She looked just as good as when she left, and that was another reason as to why Bruce was so pissed.

“No” he mumbled in frustration, speeding out of the bat cave in the car.

“Then don’t watch… better yet…” she announced, noticeably reaching into her eyes to pull out the contact.

“If you take out the damn contacts, you’re gonna fucking regret it Y/N” he warned.

“Make me” she added before both the audio and video were disconnected.

“Fuck!” Bruce yelled, slamming his hand on the steering wheel.

-

It took less than 10 minutes for Bruce to arrive at the club driving at the speed he was, but with the radio silence from Y/N’s end, it was minutes too long for Bruce’s imagination to run rampant with ideas of what was going on in that damn club.

Even worse, he was daydreaming about all the nights he’d hold her in bed and when she got up for anything she easily gave into Bruce’s whines, settling for remaining in bed with him a little longer. She had a soft spot for him too in those late hours of the night he’d like to think to himself…but seeing her and the way she spoke to that guy felt like it wasn’t just Bruce Y/N could have a soft spot for, and that was the most annoying part. Even mad at her like this, Bruce couldn’t help but think about just wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close those nights in her apartment, that was his peace of mind.

She was so gorgeous and she knew it too. That night she was wearing the tightest red patent leather skirt he'd ever seen and a black corset. He was cursing at himself knowing that he could have been going home to that if he didn’t piss her off last night. He knew at the end of the day that that was what this was all about. This was an attempt from Y/N’s end to try to show what Bruce was going to miss out on if he didn’t appreciate it, and didn't establish what it was. And by god was it working. Bruce was not impulsive with his decisions nor fueled by anger, but he was in a completely different headspace tonight thinking that the feeling Y/N gave to Bruce was something others could feel and that was not special to him.

He didn’t bring the Bat suit barging into that Iceberg lounge after brushing past the twins. He didn’t want to attract that much attention. But he also didn’t want to proceed with what he was about to do as Bruce Wayne either, so in a middle ground, he had slathered on the eye paint and emerged into the club with his hood up. He requested Y/N on the third floor of the club which he hoped to be at least the one thing she followed that night as if she didn’t it would certainly make it more difficult to find her.

And there on the third floor she was. Emerging from the back staircase he watched her walk from the bar close by back to the guy’s table in that tight red skirt of hers. She laid down a tray of drinks before sitting down on the couch again beside the guy. Seeing this, Bruce didn’t hesitate to make his move before things escalated further. Making his way over to the section he grabbed Y/N’s arm and pulled her off from the couch to him without thinking.

She tensed at the feeling of someone grabbing her but upon realization that it was Bruce she was trying hard to push down a satisfying smirk. “What are you doing here?” she asked, seemingly entertained. Bruce however, was not happy with that tinge of satisfaction she had on her face. “You proud now Y/N?” he growled, pulling her onto him further. Her doe eyes batted up at his, surprised.

“Y/N wtf is going on?” Jason called out to her from the couch, but neither of the two paid him any mind.

“Meet me in the bathroom” he ordered looking past her over to the object of most of his anger.

“Shut the hell up Bruce I’m not going anywhere” she challenged, crossing her arms. Bruce’s eyes flashed back to Y/N’s at this retort.

“What?” he snared.

Her nose scrunched nervously at this side of Bruce.

“I said I’m not going anywhere,” she repeated.

“I’m not asking” Bruce deadpanned firmly.

“You don’t have the right t-” before she could even finish the rampage she was about to go off on, Bruce proceeded to throw her over his shoulder and carry her to the bathroom.

“Bruce!” She screamed aloud embarrassed. Suddenly her revenge wasn’t as funny anymore looking around at all the people staring at them.

He kicked in the door of the women's bathroom which startled the girls in it as they all jumped. He set her on the counter in a huff of annoyance.

All the girls in the bathroom stared at him like deer in headlights.

“Get out” he announced in the now dead silent bathroom. They shifted at the tone of his voice but it wasn’t enough to actually usher them out.

“I don’t care if you're snorting crack right now, GET OUT!” He raised his voice, this time, instilling the urgency of all the women to leave the restroom, those snorting crack included, leaving just Y/N and Bruce.

Bruce watched as the door shut behind the final girl leaving, turning to lock it.

Afterwards he turned back to Y/N who was trying to maintain a still composure although part of her was scared seeing Bruce so dominant and yet she was so excited at the same time.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you do that?” He questioned, the tone of his voice sounding genuinely upset.

Uncomfortable, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up.

“Is this funny for you Y/N, to see me upset?” he asked in all seriousness.

Y/N’s breath hitched.

“I don’t know…” she muttered.

“You don’t know?” he retorted with furrowed eyebrows.

“No-” “No what Y/N?”

“NO! I don’t like seeing it!”

“Then why did you do that!?” he yelled. “Because you deserved it!!!” she raised her voice back.

Bruce looked at her with frustration written amidst his eyes.

“Why? Just because I told you I can’t come over every night? That’s why I deserve this?!?” He mocked.

“NO! Because if you take away that than it’s just back to you being a fucking bitch to me!” she cried out.

Bruce’s shoulders shifted watching how equally upset she was at him, raising her voice at him like this.

She continued, “If I don’t have the night with you then when else do you treat me like you like me Bruce? It’s all about working with you. How is this going to work out???”

Bruce’s eyes waived as her concerns seemed reasonable but still he remained defensive.

“Y/N I said I can’t stay with you every night I didn’t mean never…” he added in a softer tone.

“Well why is it always in the night anyways Bruce??? Is that the only time of day you’re interested in me?” she hollered.

“Y/N… you know it’s not” he retorted, looking up at her.

“Are you interested in me like that at all?”

“Yes!” he argued.

“Then tell me where you want this to go Bruce!” she huffed in disbelief.

“Jesus Y/N” he groaned looking up at the ceiling waving his hands to his face.

He looked down at the ground unable to think of how he wanted to word what he wanted to express. He always had trouble with it but it was especially debilitating now.

His eyes snapped up to hers.

“What happens late at night in your apartment is something I want to be the only one to feel… and I don’t know if that's selfish but that's what I know I feel…” he explained, his voice sort of letting go at the end. “And no, that’s not how I feel just at night. It’s just the only time and place I feel comfortable enough to show that to you” He added. 

“You don’t have to try and make me jealous like you did tonight trying to show me that if I don’t do something now other people would pay anything to take my spot to be with you. I already knew that Y/N” Bruce stated. 

She started to feel guilty seeing Bruce talk as much as he was, clearly she did leave an effect on him.

“I’m in love with you Y/N I don’t want to share you with anybody else including what you make me feel…that's mine only…” he ended, his eyes wandered back to hers vulnerably to see if she would accept these feelings of his.

Y/N smiled lightly at hearing that monologue. It was possibly the most she ever heard him talk in her life, and yet it was the most important.

“You know, once I'm somebody’s I don’t even look in another man’s direction… I’m in love with you too… I just wanted this to light a fire under your ass to establish what we are” Y/N explained, leaning forward on the counter satisfied at seeing Bruce so dependent on her response.

Bruce remained motionless which reminded her of how he let her do anything in the night, Y/N proceeded to do just that.

“Come here” she soothed, pulling Bruce by his hoodie onto her like she did when it was just the two.

However, Bruce paused before meeting her lips which she seemed to want so badly, tilting her head back by the grip he had on her hair.

“Say you’re sorry” he mumbled passivley.

“I’m sorry Bruce” she complied, looking up at him earnestly.

He leaned in a little more right before her lips, pulling her hair back and pausing once again.

“Say you won’t do it again” he ordered.

“I won’t do it again Bruce”

“And don’t ever take those eye contacts out or the audio again, you understand me?” he asserted.

“Okay!!! Jesus just ki-” Y/N whined before she was interrupted by her exact wish. 

Bruce moved his mouth onto hers emitting light sounds of satisfaction from her. She had got what she wanted in the end… as always, at least Bruce let her think it was that way. Bruce proceeded to get a better angle at her mouth by tugging at her hair as well, emitting more sounds from Y/N.

Y/N’s hand wandered from his chest to his toned stomach and seemingly further, but he grabbed her by the wrist, breaking the kiss short.

“Meet me downstairs in five minutes” he stated, looking down at her with those hooded eyes before turning for the door.

“Wait!!” she whined urgently.

Bruce looked over to her.

“Can I get another kiss?” she asked needily. 

His shoulders fell in exhaustion as he tried to suppress a light smirk before turning around to her. Y/N liked to seemed in control of the situation when deep down she was just as needy for him as he was for her. And he liked seeing that plainly evident about her now. The satisfaction this thought gave Bruce is what made him finally give into her pleas of PDA on the job, leaning down into a kiss, letting her think she won. 

Y/N snaked a hand through Bruce’s hair to keep him on her mouth, slipping her tongue in while her other hand reached to relock the bathroom door.

Bruce noticed this out of the corner of his eye.

“Y/N-” he fumbled on her lips.

“Just give me a few more minutes if you won't come over tonight” she practically begged.

“Who said I’m not coming over?” he asked.

Y/N leaned back from the kiss slightly to question his response. Bruce loved seeing her stare at him like that, finally being the one confused and dependent on Bruce.

He smirked seeing her like this before him.

“You’re so spoiled, you know that?” he groaned before grabbing her face and pulling her mouth onto his again. 

[amaranthineoceans]

Everything Weird About Deltarune!

Spoiler Warning for Undertale and Both Chapters of Deltarune! Really! I Literally Go Through Everything I Can Remember About Them!

This is a long post so get comfortable. Also note that my brain doesn't process thoughts into words very well so some of these might not be worded in the best way. :)

Deltarune. The first teaser chapter was released on October 31, 2018, and it came out of nowhere. We've all gone through this, but I'll try and go through every single painstaking detail I can remember. Feel free to reblog and add/correct things.

The weirdness begins right off the bat. The title is an anagram of UNDERTALE. We all know Toby likes to use anagrams when he wants to indirectly tell us when things are related, so it's no surprise that when you go to download DELTARUNE, it warns you that the game is designed for people who have played UNDERTALE. You think, "Cool, so it's a sequel? Or maybe a prequel? A different perspective of UNDERTALE perhaps?" You were wrong; so terribly, terribly wrong! I'll elaborate on this later.

Before you download the application, the terms of service that you must agree to beforehand reads simply and plainly, "You accept everything that will happen from now on." This detail was kinda brushed off in the beginning, because, hey, it's Toby Fox. He does weird stuff all the time. But even in the first chapter, it's apparent that the concept of choice, or more accurately, the lack of it, is a very present theme in the game. I would like to remind you that Toby has announced that there will be one ending in the game. One. I'll elaborate on this later.

The program (as in, what the game is called in your files) is named SURVEY PROGRAM. Why not just call it Deltarune like it is when you download chapter two?

The game launches you, without a title screen, without any setting adjustment options, straight into a reference to the theme of the entire franchise: the lack of choice. A strange formless voice guides you through "making a vessel", with what we know now as a fountain in the background. You have the option to make some very disturbing choices in this character creator, such as making its favorite flavor "pain" or expressing your feelings about it with options such as "fear" and "disgust." You name your "creation," tell the formless voice your name (which is different from your vessel's name) and watch as said formless voice muses over your name at an agonizing pace. It thanks you for your time and tells you that your wonderful creation, (cue music cutout and background removal) will now be discarded. "No one can choose who they are in this world." The screen slowly turns white as the voice says, "Your... name... is..."

It gets weirder. The next scene appears from the whiteness and showcases Toriel calling "Kris" out of bed. Kris' area of the room is very bare in contrast to the other side, which we later discover is Asriel's.

It's Toriel. Why is Toriel here?

Kris is kind of an anagram of Frisk (the protagonist of UNDERTALE) but without the F. I highly doubt this is a coincidence.

Speaking with Noelle is the only reason you can proceed (see what i did there?) while finding a partner in the classroom. This means you can't go through the 1st chapter without knowing who she is. Is it because of the Snowgrave route?

Ralsei is just suspicious to me. There's no way he was just waiting in that castle his whole life alone without some mental toil. So either he's insane or he wasn't alone the whole time. What happened? Is it related to how he can close his eyes and see what Susie is going through when she's apart from the party? Was he just watching everything? Is he related to the formless voice?

Susie's icon is the only one without color in the Dark World.

Jevil's fight is more difficult than Sans'.

Your actions have little consequence in the first chapter. If you choose to go genocide, the only difference in the ending is being run out of the kingdom, and this doesn't carry over to the next chapter. Again, lack of choice, people.

If at the end of chapter one, you walk around town, it's mentioned (notably by Noelle) that you're usually not this talkative. If you go to the hospital and speak with the receptionist, they mention that you used to play the piano in the corner. If you decide to attempt to play the said piano, an out-of-key bash can be heard and the receptionist comments on how you used to play beautifully. If you try this in chapter two, the result is the same. All this is confirmation that Kris is acting noticeably weird.

When you leave the Dark World and walk around town, you can find Sans. He "pretends" to recognize you, and if you tell him you recognize him, he tells you it's funny, considering that you two have never met before. He winks. I'm pretty sure he knows that the player is there.

The mention of Papyrus in both games, but the purposeful lack of him. Like he's avoiding you.

If you go upstairs while inside Asgore's flower shop, there are flowers in glass cases resembling his SOUL collection in UNDERTALE. There's a red flower.

You can't enter the church.

The clock in the storage closet shows a different time than all the others in the school.

If you go all the way south in town and into the woods, the music stops and you come across a rusty, double door is in a hill covered in crass. It's locked. If you go this way in chapter two, however, you watch a cutscene where you and susie happen to find Monster Kid from UNDERTALE (or someone resembling them) and an owl kid in front of the door. The owl kid is pressuring Monster Kid to (presumably) break inside, telling them that they don't want to be a wimp like Kris. Does this imply that Kris is connected to this strange door somehow?

The ending. You know what I'm talking about.

Did Kris actually rip out the SOUL (I say "the" because I'm not entirely sure it's Kris') and knife because they wanted to eat the pie? Did they only eat the pie because Toriel caught them?

Why did they look at the player? Are they sick of being controlled? Is that why they freaked out after the Spamton fight? (later)

Anyway, now we're at chapter two.

DELTARUNE Chapter Two was released on September 17th, 2021. 17. Entry Number 17. Sound familiar?

Asriel's part of the room is different from the last chapter. I don't think this means anything sinister, but I think it means Kris notices different things about the room as the story progresses. My theory is that it will become more sinister in each chapter.

Ralsei getting super excited to see Susie and Kris after a day. As in he has separation anxiety and it breaks my heart. not anything suspicious but it makes me sad so it's on the list.

Kris and Susie's rooms. Ralsei REALLY doesn't want them to leave. Seriously get this boy a therapist. Or a stuffed animal. SOMETHING.

Kris having to gather everything from the storage closet so that people appear in the Dark World????? Why??????????????? They had to do the same thing for the computer lab too.

The golden door. I don't trust it.

How/why the heck did Noelle and Berdley go into the Computer Lab Dark World? I don't see either of them just walking into pulsing void doors without Susie.

Apparently the knight has been gone for a bit and can corrupt people's minds? The king in the first chapter doesn't seem like he can be redeemed but Queen just seems,,, not bad, but a little crazy. I wonder what happened.

Then again, name ONE person in this franchise without trauma.

Spamton.

Horror doesn't bother me. Spamton? Spamton bothers me.

SPAMTON. ENOUGH SAID.

A Kromer is a type of hat invented in the '70s. Nobody named Mike is associated with it, that I can find.

SPAMPTON. HOW DO I EVEN DESCRIBE IT.

HIS SONG IS THE ONLY ONE WITH WORDS.

The way he asks Kris is they want to be a heart on a chain their whole life. Like, dude, no wonder they were screaming after the fight.

WHERE DID THE YELLOW HEART COME FROM. YELLOW MEANS JUSTICE. WHY DOES JUSTICE APPLY.

Kris screaming after the fight and the player not being able to hear it. Don't you dare tell me that's just how the game is designed. There are sound effects characters make throughout the game. None that I can think of apply to Kris, apart from when they rip their soul out.

Ralsei brushing off the Spamton fight. Either that's his coping mechanism or he was trying to shut Susie and Kris up to protect them from... something. I'll touch on that in a minute.

According to Queen, DETERMINATION is a key factor in creating a fountain.

Also according to Queen, Kris, Noelle, and Susie all have DETERMINATION SOULS.

Ralsei freaking out about Berdley making a fountain implies that he may also have DETERMINATION. Why I'm bringing all this up will make sense soon.

How was Noelle able to cast Snowgrave... a spell that she, according to her, didn't know?

The Snowgrave route is so twisted.

You manipulate Noelle into killing Berdley and then, when you get back to the computer lab and investigate his corpse, the text box says that he doesn't seem to be awake. As if you're in denial?

Burgerpants recognizes you. Not Kris. As in the player.

The ending. I don't think I need to describe it. Kris is very methodical without the SOUL. (I say "the" because, again, I'm not 100% convinced it's theirs.) I'm saying this about how they left clues that someone broke into the This proves that they are NOT a mindless, vengeful husk.

HOW DID THEY MAKE THE FOUNTAIN WITHOUT THE SOUL INSIDE OF THEM. DID THEY FEED THE SOUL TO IT AFTERWARDS? IS THAT WHAT THAT WAS?

Another point I would like to make is my theory that Ralsei knows much more than he would have us believe. I might put this into a different post because I have yet to gather my points into a coherent bullet point list, so keep an eye out for that.

Anyway apart from Toriel and Susie being VERY heavy sleepers, I think I've gone through everything. I have a few theories.

1. Kris is possessed by the player and figured out that they could make a fountain from Queen and related to Spamton freaking out about freedom. They then decided to make a fountain going by the logic that "this would tick the player off." This is one of my top theories that assumes that the SOUL is theirs.

And 2. Kris is possessed by both the player and the knight. I think the formless voice at the very beginning of the game is the knight, and they somehow needed the player to possess someone with DETERMINATION. If so, then why Kris? We know from Queen that Noelle and Susie, and maybe even Berdley also have DETERMINATION. The most plausible thing I can think of is the fact that human souls are stronger than monster ones.

I do think that the popular theory (about the one that suggests that the Dark Word is nothing but a figment of a child's imagination, and the events that occur in said Dark World are simply children playing with toys) has been thoroughly dashed due to Berdley's murder in the genocide route of the second chapter. Unless he's not dead. Regardless, how the events (or lack thereof) that occur in the second chapter play through the next will be interesting, especially considering Toby's announcement about how there will be one ending to the game. So either Berdley isn't dead, or he will be.

Aaaand I think that's it! Sorry for the long post; let me know your thoughts and if I missed anything!

[toukatan]

You read every gojohime fic???? That's amazing!!! What are your favourites?

hello anonie! i guess i can say i’ve read at least a good 80% of all the fics, at least. probably. most likely because the fic tag at the start of the year was tiny and now the community’s grown so much there’s almost 600 of them. that’s insane to me. like hello?

i have a lotta fics that come to mind, that i should honestly make a master post on because i love them all. so here are a few many that came to mind immediately as i typed this up.

gojohime fic recommendations!

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limitations by ohmytheon 

“Parenthood chooses you," her mother used to tell her, but Utahime never understood that saying more than the moment she realized she was pregnant with Gojo Satoru's child. They were never meant to be something serious - never meant to be more than they were - and yet they both suddenly find themselves in a world that doesn't care about their desires - and that brings them closer in a way that no one else can understand. It won't be easy and it won't be kind to either of them, but it appears as if the universe has other plans for them

no one is what they were before by ohmytheon 

The world broke when Gojo Satoru turned on jujutsu society. It's not the hopeful place it was before, but Utahime has never been one to give up. Until she's placed in a dangerous position directly in his path, and she finds herself trapped in a web that doesn't seem intent on ever letting her go.

and touch me like you never by ohmytheon 

In public, Gojo is a special grade bastard, especially to Utahime, and has been all their lives. He knows exactly what insults to throw and what buttons to push to drive her up a wall. In private, however, he's got quite a few other things to tell and show her, which only makes things more confusing. It would be easier if she could avoid him entirely, but for some reason, he won't let her go entirely.

gravity by aerfei

This is Utahime, fierce and indomitable, and this is Satoru, who despite holding the world’s regard, still craves something that Utahime has had all her life. Coming together is sometimes an act of desperation, and sometimes a deliberate choice. Or: An Iori Utahime character study, through the lens of her relationship with Gojo Satoru, starting from the beginning and ending at the Goodwill Event arc. Manga spoilers and (at least 95%) canon-compliant through (at least) chapter 135.

count every single leaf in autumn by florieneofthesea

“I told my family we’re dating.” Utahime’s hand hovers over the door. “What?!” (or: Gojo tells his family that he's dating Utahime to get them off his back, so of course they invite her to the dreaded family dinner™)

favourite colour by otherthingsonhold

At 28, Satoru Gojo's responsibilities only start to multiply. With his clan looking to him to lead the family, and the balance of the universe in his hands, Gojo isn't thinking of much else. But when his mother brings something to his attention, the only thing Gojo can do is follow through. But how is Utahime Iori part of all of this?

gojo catoru by ashittywriter

Utahime is tasked to catsit a suspiciously large Persian dollface cat with pristine white hair, the most boop-able nose, and to top it off the cutest cerulean eyes. Too bad the cat also happens to be her idiotic colleague Gojo Satoru.

at the tail-end of spring by florieneofthesea

Utahime doesn't expect to remember her ex's number off by heart but it comes in handy when she's a little less than sober outside a club in a city she's not familiar with and her battery on three percent. She just wishes things turned out differently for them. (Or, post-break up exploration where outer forces refuse to let them have their happy ending.)

a second chance by onewordmore

In another world, it wasn't Geto who sneered down at humanity, regarding them to be worthless monkeys that deserved to die. In another world, it wasn't Geto who openly defied the Jujutsu Council and brought down terror and fear to all. In another world, it wasn't just Amanai Riko who died that day, amidst the cheers and delighted cries of the insane. And Utahime was going to learn, first hand, the consequences of her own death.

from you to me by onewordmore

A drabble series regarding Gojo and Utahime. From fluff to smut to angst to love. This is going to have it all.

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oceansize by aerfei

The marriage is arranged by their families, small clans both, with all their hopes and traditions laid gently upon the shoulders of their only heirs -- and yet, this distance is impassable.

under the cover of darkness by ohmytheon

It takes a little alcohol, early morning hours, and a game of truth or dare for Gojo and Utahime to admit some difficult truths to each other.

risk/reward by ohmytheon 

No punishment had ever been more effective in making Gojo do his actual job than receiving praise from his secretary - or more grueling than when Utahime withheld it.

like a good roommate by ohmytheon

Utahime has a problem: her bed wasn't delivered to the new apartment. Her ridiculous roommate, Gojo, has a solution - but he's kind of panicking on the inside.

aware of us by halspur 

“We did alright, didn’t we?” Gojo put his phone down after taking several dozen photos of Tsumiki walking across the stage, his eyes soft. “I mean, we were just kids, too.”

love song by halspur

“Because you’re weak.” Gojo said, muffled into the thin skin of her throat. “I can’t leave you alone.”

tear you apart by halspur

“I don’t want to be mean to you,” Utahime’s cheek was pressed into his spine, her voice muffled. “I like you.”

cuddles are for clean boyfriends by just_trying_my_best_everyday

Utahime finds Gojo Satoru sitting right behind the door, blindfold hanging on his neck, completely soaked in blood and petting her cat with both hands. And he stinks.

honey by florieneofthesea

Gojo Satoru experiences love a decade before he fully realises it.

roots by florieneofthesea 

At the start of winter, Utahime starts to cough up blood. She thinks maybe its just the lingering damage from her last mission, but the coughing persists and it starts to scratch her throat, and itch at her lungs and when she finally makes the trip to Tokyo to ask Shoko for her help, she doesn't even get the first word out. Shoko welcomes her at the entrance to Tokyo Metropolitan Technical School and Utahime hacks up a single, pale blue petal, smattered with blood. She stares down at the flora on the ground and wonders if she's been cursed. Utahime looks up, and Shoko's eyes are wide.

to have and to hold by ashittywriter

“M’sorry," Gojo said his voice slurring at the end. "But please go away, I have a girlfriend." Utahime blinked in confusion. What the fuck? 

souvenir by PrettyKittyLuvsU

“Aha!” Gojo tugged something out of his pocket, his long fingers curled around it as he held his hand behind his back. His other hand waved before him, a cheeky grin splitting his lips. “Ora, ora! Hold out your hand.” Utahime stared flatly. “Ora, ora!” Gojo persisted, continuing to wave his hand as he grinned. “Hold out your hand already!” Utahime scowled at the hand swaying infront of her face. She had half a mind to slap the man instead, but her students were closely watching. Even Gojo’s students, the second years mainly—for Sukuna’s vessel was apologizing profusely as the brown haired girl continued kicking him while the quiet one made no effort to stop her— looked in fascination at whatever ridiculous souvenir Gojo wanted to hand her. Utahime slowly lifted her arm, already planning on throwing the thing back in Gojo’s annoying face. Gojo gets Utahime a very special kind of souvenir. Set during the start of the Goodwill arc.

dayum this exposes me huh? i do be reading a lot but what can i say i love to see it. all these fics are amazing, to the writers y’all are doing fantastically like my goodness you be really putting ya girl in a loop with some of these fics with your plot-lines and doing it flawlessly. can’t thank them enough for them, their hard work and time!

be sure to show the writers some love and support with comments, bookmarks and fight that dayum kudos button when it smiles at you because lemme leave more—

i think they’d really really appreciate it when they hear the bing and be sure to check out all of their stories including the ones in the pairing tag! happy readings 😙✨