#but it’s so weird and like. does. anyone else think of this.

[songwithnosoul]

#i always imagines his shoes to be cowboy boots underneath it all. the lightning mcqueen of character designs

#its that all of them are equaly wild and it balances out

#and he wears the sunglasses at night too

#trying to explain to non-artists how absolutely fucked up it is trying to draw this man#like the line from this man’s cheek fo jawline is so weird for me?? shit just sticks out somehow#Mans always in contrapposto#the ‘huh??’ face#also. i am obsessed with sissel having a New York accent so consider- those aren’t vans they’re timbs#it takes a certain kind of deranged to go around in ghost white timbs

#I read his shoes as uhh the word escapes me. but patent leather dress shoes. like gangsters wear in movies.

#it’s the dead guy rizz

#i should dress like this to prom

#that. that design#it calls to me#tumblr approved man

#who is this man? not even he knows#sissel: i don't know why i made these fashion choices but i'm stuck with em now#he looks so stupid and so rad at the same time

#he looks so so stupid i love him#the fucking hair

#AND he’s got amnesia so he can’t even remember why he made those fashion choices in the first place lmaoooooo

#on anyone else it would look bad. but he has the Swag.

#the sunglasses and the way his sprites are drawn help#like both art style and posing#god the character design is so good in this game#he’s so lively for a character with static sprites#like the art style in general makes most everything look good#except the curry prisoner guy

#it's been forever since i played ghost trick but nonsense that makes perfect sense was jus part of the game which yknow good for them

#he has banana hair a red suit with white loafers and is wearing sunglasses constantly#he looks like a giant douchebag but it’s still the best thing ever#ghost trick

#who is this man#yeah sissel wishes he knew that too

#the character design and art direction in this game is just off the charts awesome#and Sissel is like on the milder end of the scale too

#genuinely when i first saw the hair i thought#what the fuck is this game that i’m playing

#truly he goes from what the fuck kinda design in your eyes to best character design so fast

i can't believe im saying a banana dressed like a ketchup bottle looks hard as fuck but he does. he fucks. what STYLE what GRACE i want his GENDER

#wanna hit him w my car#affectionate. ur cool sissel

#Uhm actually those are the dirk strider glasses *I am shot and killed immediately *

#he's so cool and so awful to look at

#the nature of following people in different is that every so often#you run into cherry flavored present mic with not a clue as to why or who that is#and it's just a normal occurrence

#the whole reason I ever even considered playing Ghost Trick#this weird man's incredible design#what the heck#it's a work of art

#Truly one of the designs ever

#also the banana hair is supposed to emulate the tail of a spirit/soul#trust me if you saw the other ideas for his hair

#fr hes got a perfect colour palette

#play ghost trick for more successful fashion failures

#love him or hate him he exudes an energy of mystery from his first appearance

#the sheer audacity and smugness is what ties it all together#nobody would be caught dead in that fit but this man rocks it#ALSO WHITE FUCKING SHOES

#i need to steal his clothes#Just missing the white tie and white shoes

#its cool when u dont think about how his everyday life must be#how much hair gel does he use??#him with his hair down is cursed and Not Him#the banana hair is important#just dont think about it too hard

#Honestly when i was watching the playthru a million years ago i would totaly forget that his hair has an end#u know cuz the icon screen cuts it off#bezerk sword hair in my heart

#it's called confidence baby and it comes from fucking cluelessness as all confidence should

#he doesn’t realize how insane he looks due to REDACTED and amnesia

#i wrestle with this conundrum ever damn time i look at him

#Looks like a sci-if Ronald McDonald

#imagine waking up dead looking like this and not knowing a thing about why you look like this

#it's even funnier when you learn his occupation#like oh. you do that? and you go to work dressed like that?#ok dude

#especially how the expressions work on it too....#like with his Completely Dumbfounded and :0 expressions you feel like it shouldn't work but it does!!!!

#simultaneously silly and actually kinda cool. very distinct.#and you have to take it seriously during the emotional scenes anyway#i like the sunglasses at night though thats the finishing touch

#idk who this man is but with any wacky outfit you need confidence to carry it off. and he’s got panache in *spades*

#yeah#design that in any other context would make me go oh dirk? but they shot straight past it into a whole new loser#and it rules

#a fucking muppet that's what he is

#‘who is this man’ this character design for this game? gets you asking the right kind of questions#literally perfect no further notes necessary

#hey guys if you're on mobile open the sissel image and make the guy zoom around your screen :)

#if vash and wolfwood had a baby this is what he would look like

#absolutely nothing about the designs in ghost trick feels like they should work#they're all categorically insane#and yet they work SO well

#its about confidence. the swagger of a man who has lost everything

#he looks like an exclamation point

#also notably ghost trick was on the ds originally and this man is SHAPED. you can see him no matter how low poly he is

#He should’ve been a tumblr sexyman I’m so serious

sissel's character design elements are so deranged individually yet somehow they all end up working together to make the most baller design youve ever seen. i really dont know how to describe it ive never seen anything quite like it.

[makis-eyebrows]

Request: <33

Little Miss Albon-He

Shy but witty Y/n comes to the paddock for the first time and meets her extended family.

It was a bright, bustling Friday morning at the Silverstone Grand Prix, and the Williams garage was buzzing with mechanics, media, and the smell of burnt rubber and caffeine.

But tucked behind one particular driver’s legs was a small, quiet shadow.

Seven-year-old Y/n Albon-He.

It was her very first race weekend in the paddock.

Normally, she watched every Grand Prix curled up on the couch next to her mom, Lily Muni He, popcorn in one hand and her favorite plush bunny in the other. Her dad, Alexander Albon, was “the cool guy on the screen” who drove really fast and waved at the camera after finishing interviews.

But this weekend was different.

Alex had asked gently one evening, “Would you want to come with me to a race? You don’t have to talk to anyone. Just… see what Dad does.”

She hesitated. Then nodded. “Only if I get a paddock pass like yours.”

He smiled. “Deal.”

Now here they were — Y/n in a tiny Williams hoodie, her long hair tucked under a cap two sizes too big, her small hand gripping the hem of her dad’s race suit like it was a lifeline.

“Darling, you’re okay,” Lily soothed gently, kneeling to fix the cap and tuck Y/n’s hair behind her ear. “Remember what we said. Just breathe and be yourself.”

Y/n nodded, her lower lip wobbling slightly.

Alex bent down too, giving her a wink. “They’re just my weird friends. You’ll survive.”

Y/n whispered back, “You didn’t say they were loud weird friends.”

First Encounter: George Russell

George had been the first to spot the tiny shadow behind Alex’s leg.

“Well, would you look at that!” George grinned. “Mini Albon’s finally made her debut!”

Y/n peeked out, eyes narrowing. “You’re… the man with the very neat hair.”

Alex choked on a laugh. George blinked.

“I—thank you? I think?”

“She watches the races,” Lily whispered to George with a grin. “She’s got notes.”

Y/n, now slightly bolder, added under her breath: “You talk very posh.”

George burst out laughing. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Next Up: Carlos Sainz and Charles Leclerc

In the Ferrari garage, Carlos knelt to her level with a big smile. “Hola, pequeña. I’m Carlos. Your dad tells me you’re very clever.”

“I know three languages,” Y/n said matter-of-factly. “But I’m not fluent yet because I’m only seven.”

Charles leaned in. “Do you know how to drive?”

Y/n looked at him like he was slightly insane. “Do you know how to park?”

Carlos lost it. Alex gave her a high five.

A growing croud

Word spread fast that Alex brought Y/n.

Pierre Gasly brought her a macaron. Yuki tried to race her in a mini go-kart (she won). Daniel Ricciardo made her laugh so hard she had to sit down.

Eventually, someone gave her a tiny headset and a lanyard that read “WILLIAMS VIP CREW – Y/N A.”

“She’s officially on the team now,” joked a mechanic as she scribbled on the pit wall whiteboard:

“Go Dad Go! Or else >:(”

Lily sipped her coffee proudly while watching her daughter flourish.

“She’s more like Alex than she thinks,” she said.

“She’s like you too,” Alex murmured, watching Y/n curtsy after making Fernando Alonso bow to her during a silly ‘royalty game’ someone started.

Back in the Garage

Later that day, after a long walk through the paddock, Y/n curled up in the corner of the hospitality suite with Lily’s sweater and a juice box.

Alex came over and sat next to her quietly.

“You did good today, bub.”

She nodded. “I liked it… once I stopped hiding.”

“I’m proud of you,” he said softly. “And so is Mom.”

“Next time,” Y/n said, sipping her juice, “I want my own radio so I can tell you when you’re being slow.”

Alex blinked. “Wow. Okay.”

“And I want to press the green button. You know, the one that makes you go faster.”

“…That’s not how it works.”

“Is that what you tell everyone when they ask why you finished P12?” she smirked.

Alex looked betrayed. Lily cackled in the background.

As the Weekend Ended

As the sun set over Silverstone, Y/n sat on Alex’s shoulders, waving at the fans and grinning wide as her little face made its first appearance on the big paddock screens.

“She’s got your wit,” Charles said, watching her steal sunglasses from drivers.

“She’s got your grace,” Alex said to Lily, as Y/n bowed dramatically in front of a camera.

“And she’s got your sass,” Lily returned, laughing. “We’re doomed.”

Alex just smiled, his heart full.

Because even if she started the weekend hiding behind his legs…

…Y/n Albon-He had just owned the paddock.

AHH another story done. I actually quite enjoy doing this.

But anyways pookie, I hope you enjoyed this and you like the way it came out :)

That's Gang Gang out!!! ♡

[popcornpoppypop]

Butterfly

A/N: Well, The Pitt dragged my depressed ass back into fanfic writing and this weird, depressed, little guy has wedged himself into my brain and will not leave. Be gentle, it's been a while! I have a few stories with this OC, kind of a series but not really. Enjoy!

Summary: Callie is vet tech with a silly sense of humor. Jack Abbot was immediately obsessed. When she lands herself in The Pitt from a work injury, Jack falls apart.

Warnings: Blood, medical inaccuracies, mentions of death, facial trauma

Word Count: 3,295 (it took me and ran)

It was one of those moments  where everything had to line up perfectly to happen. The butterfly effect some call it. If Callie had stayed home like she wanted to that rainy Tuesday afternoon, she wouldn’t have gone to work and she wouldn’t have had to deal with the aggressive chihuahua and she wouldn’t have gotten bit and she wouldn’t have had to go to the ER and she wouldn’t have met Dr. Jack Abbot and she wouldn’t have flirted her ass off until his face turned beet red and they wouldn’t have gone out for coffee and they wouldn’t have slowly and completely fallen in love. She thinks about it a lot.

“So, what bit you?” Dr. Abbot asks as he pulls his gloves on with a snap.

“The most feared creature in all of veterinary medicine.” Callie sighed, mocking terror.

“What? A rottweiler? German Shepherd?” Jack looked at her with a flat expression.

“Chihuahua. Vicious little fuckers.” Callie snorted. Jack stared at her for a long beat before a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, one he was clearly trying to subdue.

“Never understood why anyone wanted one of those rats in their house anyway.” He said as he pulled the overhead light into position to examine the wound on her forearm.

“Sometimes they can be cute. But it is few and far between, at least when I see them.” Callie winced as Jack prodded at the wound.

“Well, he got you good. We’ll clean the wound out and give you some pain management, antibiotics. Can’t close it though. Dogs mouths are nasty things.”

“Like yours is better?”

“Excuse me?”

“It was a joke. I’m joking. You should give it a try.” Callie winked.  Jack stared again, almost frozen with what to do. He was not unfamiliar with being flirted with at work. Hell, Myrna said some pretty vulgar shit most days. This woman, she was something else. He couldn’t quite figure out why, besides the fact that she was stunning. But pretty people rarely interest him. 

“I, uh, will be back. With antiseptic.” He gave a curt nod, rolled his chair back so hard it flew into the wall when he stood up. He closed the curtain and stomped over to the nurses station.

“Dana you got a nurse free to clean out the wound in 7?”

“They are all taken for the next twenty-ish minutes, can send them that way when I have one.” She said, her readers falling down her nose. Jack fidgeted for a moment before growling as he ran his hands through his hair.

“What’s up your ass? They being that bad?” Dana smirked.

“No. No, that woman is just the kind of person to throw me off.”

“She was very pretty. Nice, too. But you’ve had prettier patients.” Dana looked him up and down, hands on her hips.

“No. No, I haven’t. She’s fucking silly.” Jack groaned, his frustration making his face flush.

“Silly? That’s what does it for you?” Dana didn’t try to hide the laugh.

“Fuck yeah it does. I’ll go clean it. If I’m not out in fifteen minutes, send someone to rescue me.” He grabbed supplies and headed back to bed 7.

“No use, you’re already a goner!” Dana shouted, shaking her head.

Two years later, Callie was still making terrible jokes to make Jack laugh. Others would try to get him to laugh, telling the same jokes, but he wouldn’t flinch. They were only funny when she said them.

They would talk medicine with each other often, Jack was fascinated with the difference between Veterinary medicine and human medicine. Intrigued by the creativity of it. Callie was in awe of how fast emergency medical staff had to think and move, like a well-oiled machine.

Callie was a good technician. She had been doing the job in various forms since she was out of high school. She was efficient and quick. Most days she was quick. Most days she could read a dog or cat like a book. Knew when they were going to bite before they did. Today, she was not so quick. Today her reading was off. She was tired and she thought the cute golden retriever was nice and calm and would be fine to get subcutaneous fluids on her own. The needle went in and the dog turned and took a bite at her face. She fell backwards, the dog was pulled off by her coworker. She felt the warm blood trickling down her neck.

She was confused for a moment, there wasn’t pain. She felt fine, but when she put her hand on her cheek she felt the flesh missing and the blood, she saw the blood. But the pain wasn’t there. It made her panic. Did something happen to her brain? Next thing she knew, paramedics were in front of her asking questions.

“Just get her in the rig before she bleeds out!” one of her coworkers yelled.

“I want to go to Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. My boyfriend works there, please.” Was the last thing she said before she was overwhelmed and passed out.

“We got a trauma coming in, ETA 7 minutes.” Dana called out.

“I swear, I’m never switching shifts with Collins again.” Jack groaned as he grabbed gloves from the wall dispenser.

“She is hard to say no to.” Robby laughed.

“What’s coming?” Langdon asked, practically drooling.

“Uh, looks like a dog bite to the face, female, mid-thirties.” She said looking up to meet Jack’s eyes.

“It’s not her. They would have called you, it’s not her.” Robby patted Jack’s shoulder, it didn’t stop the ice from flowing through his veins.

“Damn, that sucks. That’s why I tell my kids to keep their face away from the dog. You never know. The way some people just act like dogs are stuffed animals is crazy! Maybe she’ll learn her lesson.” Langdon prattled on.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jack growled. Langdon went white and took a few steps back. The paramedics came bursting in with their patient; blood covered the gurney.

“Female, mid-thirties, vet tech was performing treatments on a patient when it attacked. Bite to the face and neck, took some of her cheek with her. She lost consciousness not long after we got there. She requested to come here. Said her boyfriend works here.” The medic said. As Callie’s face came into his view, Jack felt his knees try and buckle.

“Fuck.” Was all he could get out.

“Jack you sit this out. We got her.” Robby pushed him out of the way as he and Langdon brought her into the trauma bay. Jack followed but stopped outside the door.

“Jack! Jack, oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Liz, one of Callie’s coworkers came running up and throwing her arms around him.

“I tried to call you and warn you, my phone wouldn’t get reception in the rig. They wouldn’t radio to let you know, they were kind of pricks honestly.” She rambled.

“Liz what the fuck happened?” Jack asked, his voice strained.

“we were so damn busy today, someone called out and corporate has us on quotas and if the clinic doesn’t make them it’s a whole thing. Anyway, she thought this dog was fine to give subq fluids to alone, she does it all the time. She was off today, kept saying she was tired. He just spun around and got her in the face. God, her cheek was on the floor. Her fucking cheek!” Liz said through tears. Jack put his hands on her shoulders to steady her.

“It’s okay, Liz. You got her here that’s what’s important. Dana? Can you put Liz in the family room? I’ll come by when I have information.” He promised as Dana walked her away.

She was so still as they worked on her. Her face, oozing blood onto the floor, it was thick as it had mixed with her saliva. He could see some of her teeth exposed through the wound. The tear at her neck was less extreme but too close to her carotid for his comfort. He wasn’t paying any attention to what they were saying or really what they were doing.

“You know they have her.” Dana put a hand on his shoulder.

“Wouldn’t let anyone but Robby touch her. Robby and Princess.” He sniffed.

“She’s a tough girl.”

“She’s going to need reconstructive surgery.”

“She’s going to be okay.” Dana squeezed his arm. He stood, still as stone, his expression the same.

Robby came walking out, throwing his gloves in the trash.

“She’s stable, she lost a lot of blood, we gave about two units. Surgery is taking her from here. But she’s going to be okay, Jack.”

“Who’s on surgery today?” Jack didn’t dare take his eyes off Callie.

“Walsh is on trauma. Craig is on for plastics. I made sure they were bringing him in.”

“She was tired today. Liz said she kept saying she was tired.” Jack’s monotone voice made Dana wince.

“This was a freak thing. She didn’t cause anything.” Robby said.

“She was slow because she was tired because I asked her to stay up late with me. There was a stupid eclipse last night. Didn’t get to totality until 2am. She’s here because of me.” There was a slight quiver to his voice.

“No, Jack, don’t do that.” Dana grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to face her. They both know that he’s let her.

“As if she couldn’t look at the stupid fucking moon any other night.”

“Hey! This was not your fault. If it’s anyone’s it’s those damn corporations working them to the bone for fucking quotas! Hell, this is barely the dog's fault!” Dana said, trying to keep Jack’s feet on the ground.

Jack nodded, wanting to stop the talking. He wasn’t going to be convinced this wasn’t his fault.

When Callie was brought out of surgery, her face was bandaged with gauze. It had already started to swell and turn five different shades of purple and blue.  Jack felt a stab to the gut when he saw her. He could only imagine what the pain was like.

It was during the early hours of the next morning when she started to stir. Jack was sleeping in the most uncomfortable chair in the hospital, his hand firmly in hers. She groaned as she tried to open her eyes. Jack felt the slight movement of her hand and was immediately awake.

“Callie? Honey?” He smoothed the hair from her forehead.

“Jack?” She croaked.

“Hey, how are you feeling? How’s the pain?” He asked, searching her eyes for the truth, knowing she would say it wasn’t bad to spare anyone from going out of their way for her.

“It fucking hurts. My face is mincemeat.” She sighed. Jack nodded, hitting the call button and demanding she get more pain relief.

“I’m sorry, love. I shouldn’t have made you stay up late. It wasn’t worth it.” He looked at the ground, ashamed.

“Hey, no. It wasn’t you. It wasn’t anyone. Just one of those things. I don’t regret it.” She tried her best to smile.

“I fucking do.”

“Naw. I got to see an eclipse, I got to see you being a big space nerd.” She squeezed his hand.

“I’m not a nerd.”

“Huge. Huge nerd. I like seeing you like that. Like…it’s what you were like before everything. A little glimpse at ‘Past Jack’. I love this Jack, but you keep that part locked up. I don’t need to question it, I understand. It’s nice when I get to see the whole picture. Besides, corporate is going to be giving me a big check when I blame this on them.” Callie huffed a laugh. Jack nodded looking at the ground, knowing her efforts to assuage his guilt were futile.

“They said it’ll be a few days until you can come home. They got you on some intense IV antibiotics.” He changed the subject away from himself.

“How bad is it?” Callie asked, her voice small. Jack hated it. She was never small. She was big and boisterous and loud and funny and all the things he wasn’t.

“They were able to graft the skin and close the wound.” Jack cleared his throat, he knew what she was really asking.

“Jack…what do I look like?” Her voice wavered.

“I honestly haven’t seen it fully since surgery. What I can see now, you’re swollen and bruised but still you.” He traced little anxious patterns on her hand.

“I want to see.” Callie straightened herself upright.

“I think you have a dressing change soon. But, usually we don’t recommend seeing this kind of thing until it’s more healed.”

“I want to see my face.” The tears were starting to sting her eyes as she fought them.

“Okay. Give me a second.” He grumbled as he got up and went to the nurse’s station.

“What can I do for you Dr.Abbot?” one of them asked, smile plastered on her face that didn’t quite meet her eyes.

“I know she doesn’t have a dressing change for a little bit, but she wants to see it.” He fiddled with a pen on the desk.

“Oh. Um, I can do the change in a bit, but we don’t let them see the damage for at least two days. It’s better once the swelling goes down.”

“I know that. I do. But, she’s set her mind.” “Dr. Abbot, it’s direct medical orders from Dr. Craig that she not see herself for two days, I can’t go against that.”

“Then get him on the phone!” Jack barked, startling the nurses.

“Jack?” Robby called from the end of the hallway, gift basket in hand, “hey man, let’s take a walk.” He pulled him down the hall.

“I’m not being stubborn. She wants to see, I told her why they don’t want to let her, she wants it. I’m going to get her what she wants!” Jack rubbed his hands down his face.

“I know you’re feeling guilty about this, but man, you know how these things go. You can’t be going above doctors heads.”

“Robby, she is going to have scars on her face for the rest of her life because of me. Everyone keeps saying it’s just a random turn of events. It’s bullshit you all are trying to get me to swallow, even her. If we had just gone to bed when we were supposed to none of this would have happened.” His voice was thick with emotion.

“if they had staffed them properly, if they didn’t have outrageous quotas to meet, if they had better equipment, better management none of this would have happened. It doesn’t always come back to you. Even if she had been wide awake and full of caffeine this still would have happened because of all the other shit.” Robby stopped at the end of the hallway.

“She said she’s going to make corporate pay.” Jack sighed.

“as she should.” Robby chuckled. “Look, you need to get your shit together right now. She is going to need you now more than ever. Her whole identity is going to be different. She isn’t going to feel like herself and she is probably going to feel like her appearance is going to drive you away. Show her that’s not true. I swear, if I hear you leave her, it won’t be just me coming for you.”

“I can’t live without her, Robby.” Jack bowed his head to hide the tears.

“I know, brother.” Robby wrapped an arm around him.

“Dr. Abbot?” The nurse cleared her throat. “yeah?”

“Dr. Craig said, and this is him I’m quoting, ‘if that stubborn ass thinks she can handle it he can do the dressing change.’ So, it’s up to you.” The nurse shrugged.

“Get me the dressing change supplies, please.”

“Jack,”

“Robby, she needs to see. We know that the healing process isn’t the same for everyone. I know her. She needs this.” Jack stomped back to the room. When he entered he could see the redness in her eyes, he kept it to himself.

“Robby’s here, is it ok for him to come in? He can help me with the dressing change.” Jack tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.  She nodded, not trusting her voice.  Jack went and grabbed the supplies from the nurse and ushered Robby into the room.

“Hey kid, you scared the shit out of us.” He smiled.

“Gotta keep you on your toes. Must of have been a fun one for the med students.” Callie laughed.

“Oh Jack made sure they weren’t anywhere near you.” Robby laughed.

“I thought this was a teaching hospital? Surely this was good teaching case.” Callie shot Jack a look that could kill.

“Wasn’t going to risk it.” He stated.

“Anyway, everyone downstairs wanted you know they were thinking of you. All chipped in and got you this basket, not a healthy thing insight.” He said putting the basket on the nightstand next to her bed.

“That’s sweet. Thank you. I’m sorry he’s been extra grouchy. I’d keep the interns out of his way for a while.” Callie smiled.

“Way ahead of you.” Robby winked.

“We’re going to change the dressing now, it might sting a bit, you might feel it pull at the skin. Let me know if it’s too much.” Jack pulled his gloves on.

He gently unwrapped the gauze from Callie’s face. The cotton pads that stuck to her face gave some trouble, Callie winced as he pulled them off. The skin was sutured closed and was bruised and red. The sutures went from the bottom of her chin up to her cheekbone with a line going down her neck about three inches. Jack swallowed harder than he meant when he saw it. It looked so painful and dramatic. His chest tightened and he couldn’t speak without breaking.

Robby looked over at him, nudging him to say something, anything. When Jack didn’t move, he took the mirror and handed it to Callie. He held it down in her hands for a moment.

“Remember that the sutures need to be removed and the swelling and bruising will go down. It’s going to be very different.” Robby warned.

“I know.” Callie said.  She lifted the mirror with shaky hands and took in her reflection. She couldn’t stop the tears, she didn’t want to. They flowed silently down her face, stinging the sensitive skin.

“Dr. Craig did a great job. The Sutures are some of the best I’ve ever seen.” Robby told her, trying to give her some solace.

Jack started cleaning the wound, his eyes red. He focused on the medicine. Keeping it clean and dry. Wrapping it up with precision. He had no idea Robby had left until Callie had put a hand to his face, pulling him back to earth.

“I have to ask this question because it won’t stop banging around my brain. I know the answer, I just need to hear it. Will you still think I’m pretty with all of this?” Her voice cracked as she fought through the sobs.

Jack looked at her with shock and disbelief. How could she think he had nothing but devotion for her?

“I love you. I will always love you. You will always be the most stunning woman on the planet. This changes nothing, not for me. You have me, heart and soul. What’s left of them at any rate.” He pulled her in for a soft kiss, tender but delicate, afraid to hurt her further.

“I think that’s what the kids call a simp.” Callie giggled.

“Seriously? Now?”

“Gotta keep you from breaking down completely.” She smiled up at him.

“I love you.”

“Ditto”  

[loop-lover-central]

how tragic would it be if siffrin died (of like, old age) and woke up in vaugarde

Honestly it depends on how seriously you want to paint the scenario and how much Siffrin had progressed until their death.

I had to actually sit and think abt this one for a second

I'm going to assume you mean back into the loops after kicking the bucket. If they really truly died of old age after a lifetime of recovery, while it would be like definitely heartbreaking for Siffrin I don't think it would be completely catastrophic.

Siffrin knows exactly whats going on and what to do now and they can do it WITHOUT hurting anyone. They definitely learned to talk better and cope with things after the loops. So a quick feelings talk after the king would just... end the loops again.

But funnily enough there's probably something else they would try to do.

They would try to save Loop.

Siffrin has SUCH a savior complex there's no way he's gonna accept Loop just dying on them. Saving Loop changes depending on if Loop knows what happened or not though.

If Loop doesn't know that Sif went on and lived they're gonna be REALLY weirded out by Siffrin suddenly being completely different and is going to be distrustful, especially because they no longer remember the catharsis they went through and the moment they shared before they faded away.

But if Loop DOES remember then they're going to be SO mixed up about it bc they had fully accepted they were finally dead there and now they're scared and confused and you can do a fun "Now Siffrin is Loop's guide" type deal

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hi, this might be a weird stupid question but every time i have sex with anyone as soon as it's over (like, consistently 10-20 minutes after) i throw up. this is a consistent thing and i can't find any particular reason for it in the sex itself. is this normal?

one person i dated at one point said i shouldn't worry about it because it's my body getting rid of toxins from the other person but they were also a little into pop psychology so i don't think that's a real thing. i've tried changing the materials involved in the sex in case it's an allergy to something but it does not seem to be that either.

obviously i'm not gonna stop having sex but it's just really unpleasant to throw up so i don't know what i should do. do you have any advice?

hi anon,

I really, really, really have to hope that you already know this isn't normal. you know that, right? you have to know that most people don't throw up immediately after having sex.

I am glad that you know the person who said it's the body getting rid of someone else's toxins was full of shit; don't listen to anything they say ever. jesus christ.

this is a question for a healthcare provider, ideally as soon as possible.

[cultkinkcoven]

@zaizai-11037 Decided to make a whole post about this because I realized I actually have A LOT to say about this. Hope that’s okay lol

Ok, the first thing is that Lord Lucifer is not a human. You don’t feel jealous when you see the sun shining on someone else’s face because you too can go out and stand in the sunlight. You don’t get jealous that someone across the planet is seeing the moon, because you know you will see her in a few hours. Lucifer is not a man, he is a spirit that can be embodied. He is in the artist’s pen and the poet’s tongue, he is the raven caw and the howling wind. I try not to anthropomorphize him *too much*, because he is not a human. He’s not an invisible man. He is everywhere at once, and I know that he’s still with me even when I can’t see him. He’s still with me when he’s with everyone else.

The other thing is knowing that he’s still speaking to me through his interactions with others. That’s why I love reading other people’s experiences so much, I learn more about him through them. And sometimes those posts inspire me to approach him with new questions. I feel a kinship with others who know him like this, I’m excited and relieved to know I’m not the only one. My immediate response is usually awe rather than jealousy.

And lastly, my Lucifer is mine. Every relationship every person has with him is unique. Lucifer may have many lovers but none of them are the same. I don’t yearn to experience what others are experiencing, I’m busy having my own experiences. It’s nice to witness them experiencing something similar to me, we can relate to each other. But no one else is ever going to be what I am to him, and the same applies to everyone he has ever had a relationship with. My Lucifer talks to me and manifests to me differently than he does to anyone else, even if he uses a few of the same tricks.

I was going to end this post here, but I think that would be a bit dishonest. To be completely real, I DO get a little bit jealous sometimes lol. It’s one of those things that is illogical and unavoidable sometimes, feeling that way isn’t wrong, especially when it is uncontrollable. Such is the way of the human heart. I saw a post from an amazing artist who painted a beautiful piece for him and their caption said something like “I want to be his personal painter” and I was like !!IM! His personal painter!!!

It’s silly lol, and it’s fun to laugh about it. Having jealousy isn’t really the issue, the actions one takes afterwards however may be.

The thing that has always made it easier for me has been Lucifer’s reaction himself. I know he’s just happy to have two painters. He seems to find it endearing when I find myself in these little ruts. My eagerness to please him, to compensate for my slight jealousy, only means I’ll be more vigorous in my devotion. And in some weird way, his teasing makes everything feel less serious.

“Oh, are you working hard for me, my boy?”

“That seemed to strike a nerve, are you going to make me a painting too now?“

He has a sense of pride knowing that I do get jealous, that I do want to be favoured. And I gain fulfillment from my increased efforts.

and i don’t even know if I should say this, but the realest answer of them all is sometimes I do get jealous and I just act like a brat. That’s it. He’s extremely in tune with my mood and he notices the slightest hint of attitude- and then he’s immediately present.

“what’s your problem?”

“who are you looking at like that?”

sometimes the only good answer is to just ask for attention, and Lucifer luckily is usually very willing to give it. He has never turned away from me when I needed him, even when all I needed was validation. He is never too far away and he will always come when I call. He’s very good at easing my obsessive mind.

So the tldr is: asides from the whole not a human being thing, Lord Lucifer is really good at keeping his hoes in check

So happy that Lord Lucifer has other followers … cause on the days I don’t have the time or energy to be at my altar or offer him something, I’m so so relieved to see posts from other Luciferians talking about what they did with him that day. It’s like, oh, thank Gods, there are others leaving him sweet treats and writing him poems and showering him in praises today. He still has the support of his cult behind him even when I’m away, he’s not alone. And seeing other people’s experiences just makes me even more excited to reunite with him. I love seeing his little quirks appear in other people’s conversations with him.

something something spiritual polyamory? ?Rejoicing in the shared love of a God is so magical …

[spiderh0rse]

my "these people crabbing SUCK at time loops" au. complete crack but by god i'm going to work this all out in a logical enough way.

SASASAAP goes as normal. Siffrin wishes for help, gets Loop'd, all well and good. Then we go into any "party member looping" au. I will start with Odile here but it could be basically any order. Odile learns about Wish Craft very slowly, but she DOES work it out. Then, a good few hundred loops in, without consulting Loop, ALSO makes a wish. Gets Loop'd as well (different appearance but that doesnt matter too much.)

This continues. Mira has a terrible time in the loops BUT she has two guides. That's just great. And to the surprise of both guides, despite having done this exact thing, she ends up working out stuff with wishes, gets chucked under the Favor Tree with all the other understudies, and the gang collectively decide to go and tell whoever walks up next to Not Make Any Wishes For The Love Of The Universe/Gems/Change.

Isa does his best. He does hold off on the single unexplored avenue for ages. Lasts the longest of anyone else! Learns all there is to learn ASIDE FROM WISH CRAFT. And no one really wants to give him a straight answer on the Don't Make Wishes thing. So he works out how to learn about it. (Mira and Odile mostly questioned the King and Euphrasie, Isa gets good at nudging Siffrin into talking about things.) So there the four of the failed time loopers are, just sitting under the VERY CROWDED Favor Tree.

They stop keeping any secrets when they work out that Bonnie's at it now. This doesn't help much. Bonnie just has Weird Backup Party off at the tree doing basically nothing helpful, and so whatever they say NOT to do. Really does not mean much. They don't ACT like the people they say they are anymore, so how is Bonnie supposed to believe them? Bonnie lasts the least amount of time out of all of them before ending up under the tree with the rest, beating Mira's record by a solid few dozen loops.

No one knows who is going to show up next. Odile thinks they'll wrap around and Siffrin will start looping, Isa and Mira place their bet on random people in the town looping next, Loop thinks no one will and it'll be left to them, and Bonnie is not in the mood to be guessing about these things.

Euphrasie time. Wakes up at the top of the House, a day before the saviors climb it. Has a SOLID freak-out about the loops, being stuck in time forever, all that, then gets to trying to solo the King. Doesn't work. Takes probably ~40 loops of that before she finally tries to descend the House and get help. Tree Gang off to the side have had absolutely no clue what was going on until suddenly Oh That's The Head Housemaiden. In Dormont. and they find a way to pull her to the side and explain the situation as best they can.

Euphrasie has a very good run of things. Keeps climbing the House with the saviors and killing the King, Mirabelle (non-tree gang) is doing great with someone else to take the lead, she gets the Change God meeting and after a brief Hey My God Is A BITCH crisis of faith, which she just shuffles to the side to deal with Later, roughly resolves to try and kickstart time again via (oh no) carefully-worded wish. doesn't word it carefully enough. whoops.

from the House, the Tree Gang hears Infinite Explosions. Mira and Euphrasie take a bit to work out who that is, and yeah, Claude is doing her best up there. She's doing the exact same Throw Yourself At The King thing Euphrasie was. but WORSE. eventually the loops lengthen as Claude descends the House to level up and try to find more stuff to attack the King with. The Tree Gang never gets the chance to talk to her. the SAVIORS do, but there's not many ways the Tree Gang can talk to them all from a distance. Claude has a middle of the road loop count, works out wishcraft, pops up beneath the tree.

And then? No one new. The seven of them lounge under the tree for a full two days, the King's Curse freezes everything, then they're back, and no one is acting differently. It takes a bit for them to realize that this is it, but once they do, they steal all the orbs from the Saviors while they're all asleep, and climb the House together. this is GREAT for them. they have all (minus Claude, at this point in time) been SO bored. collectively, they're doing awesome. they're all weird Things that aren't going to be terribly in-place anywhere, but they've gotten kind of isolationist anyways, so. They just collectively guess they'll leave Dormont after this, if they ever get out.

Euphrasie and Claude are the only ones who really feel attached to the specific location, anymore. Euphrasie had a job and a life here, but she's functionally a backup, compared to the other Head Housemaiden, frozen at the top of the House, and after the talk with the Change God, she thinks she needs a bit to think over the faith she threw herself so deeply into. Claude wants to see everything restored, the people and places she cares about, but she's gotten sick of the place without any sort of respite.

They kill the King first try, everyone wakes up, it's early morning on the second day of the loop, the Head Housemaiden wakes up, absolutely nothing breaks, and they just sorta. Leave before anyone notices them. Euphrasie shows them all her route down the side of the House. Odile can't make herself climb down, so Isa carries her. They hit the ground and skedaddle off to who knows where. Bonnie still wants to see their sister, and the Tree Gang probably ends up in Bambouche for a while. Petronille suddenly has two younger siblings. Sibling duplication glitch.

[mesetacadre]

"Lacking in social positions" seems like a pretty mild way to describe the KKE. To be absolutely clear, I'm not making some pinkwashy/homonationalist bullshit argument: I would love it if the KKE squashed Greece's capitalist class tomorrow and would cheer on from where I live. But, and sorry if this comes off rude, I am very frustrated by people being consistently too timid in criticizing bigoted -on top of poorly though-out strategically- mistakes like that just because a party does very well in other areas. Yes, their work needs to be acknowledged, but the mistakes keep people away from communists and divide the working class on grounds of sexuality and identity (the very thing people tend to accuse sexual minorities of). The bullshit they said about children and gay people -to name the example I'm most familiar with- is not, in my opinion, "lacking in social positions", but heinous and revealing of a worrying homophobic trend that needs to be completely uprooted (https://inter.kke.gr/en/articles/To-clarify-certain-issues/)

Something that happens a lot when a CP states a socially regressive position is that online discourse surrounding it will be completely swallowed up but this one matter, which in Europe's case -KKE and PCTE- amounts to internally undeveloped positions in a scarce set of statements unreflective of actual party culture.

Point out to me how the KKE is actively, materially hurting gay people, their members or otherwise, the actual trend. I think you said "revealing of a worrying homophobic trend" either out of reflex because this trend does not exist, or because you're confusing the volume of attacks (not criticisms!) for what the party actually does. You linked a 9 year old article whose position is materially progressive with a frankly contextually inconsequential take about how marriage is between a man and a woman. Inconsequential because the actual complete position is that marriage should not hold exclusive economic and social benefits, which if it didn't, would make the exclusion or inclusion of gay people in the marriage institution meaningless. The point of the push for gay marriage is that it'd constitute a stride towards sexual equality in a society where certain privileges are cordoned off behind marriage, but if those same privileges are untethered from marriage, what does it matter if anyone has access to it or not?

Besides this, I'm also not saying the KKE doesn't have homophobic positions, and at the end of the day this weird bait and switch about how a family is only between a man and a woman but actually marriage shouldn't be special is tactically and strategically deaf, confused, not really useful, and homophobic. But has this positioning, result of an aged CC, ever translated into actual harm against gay people within and without the KKE's ranks? No, because it is not reflective of party culture, and the party even says so in the article you linked.

When it comes to actual parties doing actual work, this kind of screed, more common on twitter, is completely useless if you actually want to change these parties for the better. If you wanted to harm these parties you'd be on the golden path, but I'm not accusing you, anon, of this. The only way that a party-wide position can be changed is in the party Congress, the result of months' work of preparation, pre-Congress debate, and a day or more of common debate in the Congress. At every step, this is a purely internal process which, if anything, is hindered by a constant barrage of social-media attacks. You want this to be uprooted? Then join the KKE and change it. Can't join it? Then stop turning the people who could change it off the party. The alternative in Greece at the moment amounts to anarchist squatters whose greatest achievement is wasting police resources on getting raided and housing abusers. But they were waving a rainbow flag doing it, I guess.

Like I don't know what else to tell you. I'm not the KKE's nanny, I'm a guy writing posts on tumblr, if you want me to do something about it I'd tell you I actually am, within my possibilities, outside of social media where it actually has an effect, but what I do personally is a moot point and I'm only writing this because it seems you expect the criticisms on my tumblr blog to be doing something. Anything you can think of to criticize the KKE of, and more, has already been discussed by its hundreds of thousands of militants with a depth tenfold of what is even possible outside of the party, let alone a social media post. I find the analysis of their competency in the workers' movement more compelling for people looking to the KKE as an example in that area, and any meaningful advances in positions regarding sexual minorities can only happen in lockstep with the workers shift, something no other alternative in Greece comes even close to. The worst and the great part of the deviations at the core of the KKE have already been dealt with and disterred, this is the remnant of an even worse past, whose end is a matter of time and the effort of our comrades in the KKE.

[forsaken-headcanons]

BetrayedSailors hcs because I love them so much:

-Gasharpoon is 6’4, Betrayed is 5’11

-Betrayed is Genderfluid Aro/Ace Pansexual any pronouns, I’ve already stated my Gasharpoon identity headcanon here but I’ll say it again: Bigender Bisexual He/She/It

-Betrayed goes by X (because 1x is taken) and Gasharpoon goes by Gash or, for Betrayed specifically, Ahab (because I hc that he and Captain Ahab Limbus Company have their differences, but they have the same name and same goals and stuff) No one else knows about that name.

-Betrayed had some trust issues and issues with general affection because they’ve been trapped for 1000 years by their minions, so I imagine that they’d be hesitant to trust anyone after that. He also struggled with showing affection and feeling affection because for the most part, she’s a being of hatred, and this also ties into the fact that being trapped for a thousand years really fucks with your social skills. They find someone it can trust in Gasharpoon, luckily :)

-I imagine them as close friends to lovers, in fact I hc Betrayed as the first other killer that Gasharpoon saw when they got Forsakened

-Gasharpoon had identity issues, when he was younger there was no Bigender or anything and his parents did not want him having extremely long hair like he wanted, they’d force her to cut it and they picked out her clothes. He was fine with who he was on the inside, but not on the outside. Gasharpoon internalized these thoughts and even when he’d finally been emancipated, he’d hide his longer hair and cut it but he could finally wear what he wanted, too. Eventually, during her time being Forsakened, she finds the names for her identities and grows her hair out to the length she’s always wanted it to be. He also finds Betrayed who, no matter what, has always supported her in his identity. If you’re going to be trapped somewhere for all of eternity, why not try to be who you’ve always wanted to be?

-Since Betrayed has two hands and Gasharpoon does not, Betrayed does a lot of things for Gasharpoon that it can’t because it doesn’t have another arm. Betrayed will brush Gasharpoon’s hair and help him clean among other things. Gasharpoon really appreciates this and will gift Betrayed small things in return.

-Gasharpoon’s love languages are words of affirmation, gift giving and physical affection. Betrayed’s love languages are physical affection, acts of service, and words of affirmation

-Betrayed will angrily rant about Shedletsky and Gasharpoon will listen to every word. Likewise, Gasharpoon will rant about the Whale and Betrayed will listen to every word. Betrayed likes it/thinks it’s hot when Gasharpoon gets angry like that. They’ve listened to each other so much that now they both also absolutely despise who the other actually hates. And this is beyond Gasharpoon already not really liking Shedletsky that much “He reminds me of Ishmael.”

-Betrayed HATES gold and gold things, while Gasharpoon just likes anything shiny

-They don’t do PDA much, just some hand holding and maybe the occasional kiss. Gasharpoon’s hand is always cold because the claws are somewhat metallic. Betrayed loves this, though.

-They waited an absurd amount of time before telling the other killers they were dating

“Hey, so we’ve been dating for a while now.”

“Really? Didn’t know you could feel love.”

“Yeah, it’s weird.”

“So how long have you two been dating? Cause we haven’t seen much of you two actually being romantic or anything.

“Oh, like 5 months now.”

“FIVE MONTHS?!”

Not exactly how I imagine it’d go, but that’s the general idea LMAO

Anyway I love you guys, see ya later

GOOD GOLLY?? first of all, WE LOVE YALL TOO!! :DD /P /P /P

second of all. heha. hey. hey so. aha. we might ship this now too actually /silly

GODSSS THESE ARE SO CUTE WWHATRHAJDGSD 💔💔💔 dude dude the mental image of these queer ass mfs doing all these things is Doing Something To Us... slash silly. hehehe. jason in the bg going "chi chi pa pa" but like. in a shocked way /silly

also omg wait. c00lkidd potentially seeing this as an opportunity to talk to someone new. as much as they hate to admit it, it can see why Betrayed is so fond of the kidd. and thus he is adopted into their makeshift family muehuehuehue

[punchdrunkdoc]

On OCs vs Reader-inserts (a long, rambling, train of thought post)

@hollandorks gave my fic a lovely shout out the other day, urging people to read it even though a lot of fans of DD/Marvel are weird about OCs, and it got me wondering...why?

I'm the opposite, to be honest - I find it really difficult to get into reader fics, which I wish wasn't the case. There are sooooo many more of those stories here and on AO3, and I feel like I'm really missing out. I just find the format so jarring, which I think is a product of my long fanfic/book-reading history.

Backstory time:

I started reading fanfic at the ripe old age of 14, during the height of the original X-files run (which should tell you how old I am!). In fact, the first stories I read were printed in a fanzine that used to get delivered to my house! In the actual mail. On actual paper!

Eventually I found Gossamer.org and I would stay up way too late every night in my bedroom, sitting at my PC reading every single fic available, trying to hide the sound of the computer whirring and my chair creaking so my mum wouldn't know what I was up to.

And they were all mulder/scully fics. No one else was allowed to come between them (Diana Fowley can fuck off and die). I don't even know if people were writing Mulder/reader fics back then, but I certainly never found any.

Fast forward to my next ship, which was Olicity from Arrow. It was far too long between obsessions, but an obsession it became. I got back into reading fanfics after YEARS. I even started writing! But it was all Olicity, all the time. Reader fics just weren't on my radar.

Until Spiderman (Garfield version), then Daredevil. Both characters I found fascinating, but where the canon relationships just didn't do it for me. I found myself wanting to read stories of them with someone new, someone interesting...but the majority were this weird thing called a Reader-insert fic, which my old ass hadn't even come across before.

I made the mistake of trying some that had the y/n thing, and NOPE. Not for me - pulled me right out of the story. And I know a lot of authors don't use that convention, but I still find it difficult to get into them. Maybe because I never actually relate to the reader - I'm not able to insert myself, because it's not me. It's not my life, or the way I would act, or the job that I have. I keep reading the stories thinking, 'why isn't this just an OC?'

Or maybe its not the reader thing, but the 2nd person POV thing. Every fanfic I'd previously read - and every novel I've ever read (and I've read A LOT!) - were either 1st or 3rd person, so it's weird reading from a different POV after all these years.

So is that it? Am I just an old dog who can't be taught new tricks?

Do I lack the imagination to become the 'reader'?

Does anyone else have this problem?

Please tell me how I can learn to enjoy reader fics! Give me your recs for the best stories ever with that format, or just tell me to get over myself and go read something.

Convert me, please!!

[charmac]

X

[royalarchivist]

Mythical Sausage: If you find that Brazilian boyfriend though, you let me know! Ok? I wanna say hello, 'cuz that must be a beautiful, beautiful man. 😉❤️

[Shortly after they say goodbye]

Fit: Pac, where you at, Pac? Where you at, Pac? I can't hold him off much longer!

[freakinator]

devotionduo so codependent that when they try to be less so they end up hurting each other what if i kms

[ratcandy]

Ok. Look at this for a second ok?

wasps

zasp

general ultimax/fuff

wayde

voi

reeves

bees

crisbee

ants

n/a

What’s all this? Well let me Tell You: this is a (possibly non-comprehensive) list of all the bugs (hymenopterans specifically) in bug fables who go by he/him pronouns yet have stingers .

For those who do not know, Stingers are modified ovipositors. IRL, bugs born male generally Do Not have stingers, seeing as ovipositors are an egg-laying organ. notice: there are 5 total wasps, 1 bee, and no ants (the only ant who goes by he/him in the game is Monsieur Scarlet, and he does not have a stinger - but this isn't really noteworthy because None of the ants in-game are drawn with stingers).

so like. My question is . What's going on with the wasps. I mean I’m pretty sure literally all wasps we see with he/him pronouns have stingers. Is it just because drone wasps are born less often or Do you guys think wasps are more predispositioned to be trans/transmasc specifically. I would chalk this up to the devs just not knowing if they hadn’t shown at least a Little understanding of bug biology already . Maybe they don’t know about the stinger thing but STILL.

I want to talk about the lore implications .Can we talk about it can someone worldbuild this with me can someone hold my hand and frolic with me. Does anyone want to live in this beautiful world with me

(for anyone wondering - no i have not been able to find any transfem characters thru the same means... nor through the means of Wings (male ants will typically have wings)... unless you want to count Bumble and Rebelle, who as velvet ants should absolutely have Very Large stingers, but seeing as neither have wings and velvet ant stingers don’t Jut Out as other wasps’ do anyway… mmmmwho knows) (that is unless you want to argue all the ants in the game EXCEPT Monsieur Scarlet are trans because none of them are drawn with stingers) (which would be incredibly funny . all things considered)

ok That’s my trans bugs post. If I missed anyone pleas tell me I’d love to update my list. And if you want to talk about how wasps are more likely to be trans u should talk to me about that too

CORRECTIONS / ADDITIONS (edited due to replies):

Removed Ritchee from the list since Ritchee's pronouns are confirmed she/her in the artbook

Rebelle and Bumble are shown in concept art to have wings, so HEY, we might Actually have Two transfem characters ,

Carmina is another velvet ant in a similar situation as those two (no wings nor stinger, so ?) who I Forgor about

[sparrows4bats]

I think this would also go along the lines of the other heroes being protective of their doctor

Like I will always love Jon going to rescue him but I think it's even funnier if like five different people go too.

The batfamily are going because that's their baby brother. It's comic accurate when Damian dissappears everyone in the entire family assembles like overprotective bloodhounds.

The titans hear about the kidnapping and head off without notifying anyone. Just "hell yeah, we are going to save Dr. Robin, he may lecture us, but he also gives us snacks after visits no matter how old we are."

Members of the justice league are ready to fight God and win for the one doctor who is so nice to their kids at vaccinations and does not ask questions. Diana leading the charge because Lizzie would become a villain before she let anything happen to her babysitter.

Batman is a force to himself, like John Wick in a cowl. He calls Dick and no one else. He is getting his son back now and everything else can wait. The one son who left the cape behind and is supposed to be safe now. There will be no mercy and if he goes too far Damian can just revive them.

Then there's Damians collection of pets and misfits. I feel like we all forget Damian makes friends easily in weird ways that ensure they are trauma bonded for life. I'm talking Maya and Goliath, Connor hawke, Mara and his mother all showing up to get Damian back. Possibly Colin and Maps too. Definitely Rose Wilson because I like their dynamic.

In the end all of the rescuers meet outside where Damian is being kept and argue over who gets to go in first. It's devolves very quickly into who does Damian like more, with Dick Grayson fist fighting everyone for the honour.

The battle only ends when Jon appears carrying Damian bridal style.

Damian high off his ass on whatever they gave him to keep him compliant accidentally declares his love to Jon in front of everyone and says they should get married because this is the final step in the League of Assassin's courting anyway. Jon blushes but tells him he already has a ring and will ask him when he's sober. Damian kisses him and promptly passes out.

Chaos Erupts

Especially since no one knew they were dating. Batman and Nightwing have to be stopped from using kryptonite. Talia declares that Jon must win Damian in a duel.

Jon gets dozens of shovel talks and a new fear of Stephanie Brown. Clark shows up just a few minutes later asking after his son in law. Bruce is having a crisis in the corner and contemplating new contingency plans.

When Damian wakes up, he is in the batcave next to a weeping Dick Grayson, begging him not to leave him so soon. He's so young there's no need to get married so soon. It's a couple of weeks before Jon is allowed near him again.

The villains learnt a very important lesson.

Don't Touch the Doctor

I can't help but be enamored with the idea of Dr. Damian, retiring from the costume but maybe not entirely from the superheroing life. It won't stick for comics but the fic idea of Dami running a clinic that heroes frequents delights me. It's pro-bono, etc etc. But if you're lucky, you might see somebody who suspiciously looks like superboy swing by. Random titans.

Then one day the good doctor gets kidnapped, the villain not knowing this is a former Robin, and it could go a few ways: he gets rescued, he frees himself or in the process of being rescued (unknowingly), he freed himself lolol

No I actually really like this! I also think it would help give the heroes a sense of security because they wouldn't have to like hide their identity from him cus he just already knows them lol. I think would also benefit the heroes that don't have powers either.

Do members of Damian's family come into the clinic also? If only just to check up on him and to see how he's doing. You think Damian would still charge them a hospital fee? I think so only because he knows very well they can afford it lol

It's kind of giving me the same energy as those underground doctors that work for the mafia LOL except it's heroes 😌

And for sure I think just about everyone in the hero a community would become a bit protective of him only because that's their doctor! It's also Bruce Wayne's kid, if Damian ever does get kidnapped it's almost always Jon rescuing him whether Damian is able to free himself or not. I feel like at some point tho the villains would pick up on the fact to maybe not mess with Damian very much like how they shouldn't mess with Lois cus both Clark and Jon go absolutely feral when their person's in danger.

villain 1: I don't think we should touch the doctor anymore guys...

villain 2: why not?

villain 1: cus whenever we do it's almost always superman, the young one not the old one, that comes to his rescue and beats us pretty badly...

villain 2:

villain 1: I think he might actually kill us if we tried again... It scares me steven...

[relaxxattack]

rereading the hivebent commentary makes me so annoyed that people are never really willing to analyze the actual effects that alternian culture clearly had on every troll, especially the highbloods. pretty much the only troll who ever actually gets taken in the context of her upbringing is vriska.

no one ever seems willing to think about the character arcs of trolls like equius and terezi, who are also bluebloods with extremely hypocritical and toxic understandings of the people around them-- equius is boiled down to a gross creep who is just like that naturally and definitely didn't get it from his society in any way, whilst terezi is scrubbed of virtually all her flaws and turned into a strange sort of woke love interest character who is all about being gay and too cool to be tricked by any of the alternian propaganda. quadrants? classism? how silly! terezi would never believe in stupid shit like that. she's quirky! and GAY!

despite the fact that equius and terezi both obviously have much, much more to their personalities than that-- and the alternian empire is informing way more dangerous things about these kid's beliefs than "you can kiss your enemies".