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“It’s about the gun.” “You got it working?” Dick’s voice wasn’t clear, munching on something crunchy and loud. “I need to do several tests first, but… Yeah, I think so.”

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Taking a deep breath, you calmed your racing heart, a feeble attempt to rid of the shaking in your hands, peering at your unsuspecting prey, oblivious to the hell that would rain down upon him any second now.

Tim had helped you set up everything in place, at the moment waiting for him to be done on his side. “Ready?” He whispered. Adrenaline pumping your veins, you nodded, a brief glance at him revealed he was already in place, his body and face impassive, no emotion reflected in them.

Through the lens, you searched for your enemy once more. You felt the need to lay your elbows on the handrail for extra support despite that the stabilizer Tim had given you was enough to balance everything.

He’d move since the last time you locked him in your sight, moving slightly to the left to get your mark into focus, fiddling with the camera on his hands, looking through the photos that were undoubtedly of you.

“On the count of three. Three, two, one… Now!”

The once tidy up man, with a clean white shirt had soon been overwhelmed by splashes of (barely) red, and (mostly) yellow paint covering each centimeter of his body. As expected, Tim’s shots landed on the paparazzi 99% of the time, and while you’d some luck to hit him on the left shoulder and his back, most of your shots ended on the trees and the driveway around.

Cackling like mad, both you and Tim didn’t relent, your anger subsiding with every jump from side to side the man was doing in his attempt to avoid the paint pellets, succeeding the minute he found his car keys —a pristine, beautiful car now your new motivation, as it was an easier target.

Even though it was short-lived, this is probably the most fun you had in a long while.

The moment you couldn’t see the car anymore, you and Tim shared a high-five. “Excuse me.” A cold, gravelly voice behind you chilled every bone in your body, rooted in its place and too afraid to make a movement and bring down Alfred’s ire upon yourself. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“It was Tim’s idea!” You blurted out, pointing at him while he looked at you, mouth agape, surprised and rightly betrayed.

“I don’t care whose idea it was. This is an idiotic, foolish thing you’ve both done. You will clean up the driveway—”

“Jane’s the one that made the whole mess by failing, why should I clean?”

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry, I forgot we all had to be shooting prodigies.”

“You had a stabilizer! And you still failed!”

“Children!” You’d never heard Alfred raise his voice quite like now, his left eye twitching, and the crease between his brows deepening. “I frankly don’t care who failed and who didn’t, you should know better.”

Your cheeks had gotten so red you could fry an egg on them. You’d come to respect Alfred after all your time here, the shame consuming you at seeing him so disappointed in you.

“Yes, Alfred.” Both you and Tim mumbled. Theres was no point in arguing further with him. No one could ever win against him.

The man placed a hand in front of him, wordlessly ordering to hand over the paint guns, complying without a word. “There are buckets and rags in the utility closet in the lower floor. I’d advise you to start now if you do not wish to miss lunch.”

𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪

“Missed a spot. There.” Cass had woken up from her nap in the middle of you and Tim cleaning, seating herself atop a concrete pillar. You moved towards where she was pointing. The paint had already begun to dry, making it harder to clean, not to mention how hard it was to clean grass, plucking the paint covered parts and letting the wind take them away when you had enough.

“Can’t believe you would out me like that.” Tim grumbled. “I trusted you, Jane. Shame on you.”

“Against Alfred’s ire, it’s every woman for herself.”

Cass chuckled, her feet swinging one after the other, her heels thumping against the column. The cleaning continued in silence up until the distant sound of a car approaching made you three stop, waiting for the car to get closer and see who it was.

Could it be the reporter again? No, this car was different —and clean—, so unless the man was stupid enough to come back and risk getting another car a new paint job, it had to e someone else.

“Brother!” Cass exclaimed when the driver had gotten out of the car, jumping down from the fence straight to Dick’s arms. “I missed you!”

“Aww, I missed you too, Cass.” Dick let go of her, rounding the left opened door of his car, a frown on his face when he noticed you two. “Hey guys, what are you doing?”

“My punishment for being a good person and helping a traitor.”

“I swear, Timothy, I’m going to put salt in your coffee.”

“Oh, so now I’m being threatened. For shame.”

You threw your rag to his face, your less than good aiming not even getting it close to him. Tim broke into a wheezing fit, holding his stomach and balancing himself until his back hit the grass.

“Don’t forget, Drake, I know where you live.” Tim’s chuckles were joined by those of Dick’s.

“I’m definitely missing a lot of context here. I can only gather you’ve been spending a lot of time with Damian, Jane.”

Prepared for Dick’s arrival, Alfred had busied himself with cooking some of Dick’s favorites meals. The kitchen a combination of wonderful smells of dishes you’d never heard of before.

Having meals with so few people felt weird now, having grown accustomed to all the chatter and bickering Damian and mostly Steph would make. Today it was only Dick, Cass, Alfred, and you. Tim had to leave in a hurry after a PR disaster involving a higher up employee —Something about embezzlement or something like that.

“So, what’s space like?” You asked in between bites.

“Oh, you know, just the usual.”

“Unbelievable that not only you went to space, but also other planets and the only thing you can say is ‘Just the usual.”

Dick chuckled.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Uh.” He took a sip of his drink, clearing his throat. “It’s usually hard to enjoy the scenery when time’s not on your side. Green Lantern was being accused of genocide, and, well, the penalty would be execution if he was guilty, so you’ll understand why we were so desperate to find out what was going on.”

“Did he do it?”

“Of course not. He thought he did it, as an accident, but someone was trying to frame him. They used holograms to make it seem like the planet was destroyed.”

“That’s horrible! Why would someone do that?”

“In simpler words? Power.”

Just how taxing is it to be a superhero or a vigilante? To have the weight of the world on your shoulders, to constantly be risking your life for people that most likely wouldn’t even give you the time of day on a normal afternoon. How can they keep their heads cool knowing that if they fail, it’s literally quite possible for their whole word to cease to exist?

“So,” Dick spoke again. “How much did you and Tim messed up to get reprimanded like that?”

You groaned, letting your head dramatically fall to the table. Cass was laughing and you could hear the awfully loud sigh of disappointment from Alfred.

“In my defense, it was an extremely disgusting article.”

𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪

Just like Tim said, no one else, be it the newspapers, gossip shows or any random citizen in social media even mentioned the article. Your appearance in the media had practically gone unnoticed.

After your whole explanation to Dick, —and after his disgust had passed— he assured you as well Bruce’s reputation would not be tainted, a fact you confirmed with each hour that passed and nothing else came up.

However, he stressed that if you still wanted, you could sue them for slander. Or they could, since getting involved in that kind of legal issues would bring a whole new wave of unnecessary worries and attention from the public eye to the Wayne’s, mainly; you don’t exist. Not legally, at least.

You let it be. No need to bring unwanted attention to the family.

| Why are my classmates asking about you?

Oh, you hadn’t thought about telling Damian. Nor how he would take to the article.

| Because I’m so cool and awesome and everyone wants to hang out with me? ;)

| And why are they calling you my mother?

| I’ll tell you, alright? Just, trust me, it’s nothing. Tim and I took care of it. https://www.gotham.weekly/bruce-wayne’s-biological...

You were actually scared of how he would react, knowing the kid, he would probably make a surprise appearance at the newspaper’s HQ with his swords and threaten everyone inside.

He was taking a while to reply. Was he on his way to the manor or did he have some kind of retractable swords he carried anywhere? You wouldn’t be surprised.

Or maybe he simply was caught texting during class.

Honestly, both were quite possible. Still, you wouldn’t try to call him in case he was actually in class, paying attention or something. You tapped on the article’s link one more time. Even if it was revolting the things people would write for engagement, and you would unfortunately remember this incident every time you looked at them, you needed to download the photos, ignoring the motives as to why they were taken, they were still nice pictures. And you would print all the photos that you could before going back, something to remind you all of this wasn’t a dream.

Your heart sank the moment you opened the link, and it sent you to the white, ‘404 not found’ screen.

| I took care of it.

Oh. Well, that was... Quite a better reaction than you expected.

| Thank you, Dami :)! Wish I’d saved the photos first, tho.

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𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪

As soon as Damian had discovered Dick had come back, he wandered to him like a magnet, never leaving his side. Every time you walked near them, the only thing you could hear was Damian narrating him all the things he did while he was gone.

You were relieved Damian had all but forgotten about your ‘lessons’, you loved he wanted to teach you how to protect yourself, but your body was still extremely sore, and hurting, and you wouldn’t be able to handle another night of practice.

Walking down the corridor to your room, you were ready to call it quits for the day, even if it was early. The living room was usually empty at this hour, with everyone in the house getting ready down in the cave for patrol, that’s why, when a familiar set of voices mentioning a very particular word reached your ears, curiosity sparked in you.

“It’s about the gun.”

“You got it working?” Dick’s voice wasn’t clear, munching on something crunchy and loud.

“I need to do several tests first, but… Yeah, I think so.”

“That’s great, Timmy!”

“Yeah…” Tim’s voice was gravelly, lacking the same enthusiasms his older brother had. “But Jane…”

“I know, I’ll miss her too. But she has her own life to go back to.”

“It’s not that, Dick—I, the math, I did it—”

You stopped listening the moment Damian turned the corner, a brow raised and coming to a halt when he saw you. Alfred the cat was calmly perched on his arms, jumping down at the lack of movement, stretching for a second before walking away.

With a nervous smile, you walked to him, away from the living room. “Why were you spying on my brothers?” Well, at least he’s calling Tim his brother.

“I wasn’t—”

“You were.”

“They were talking about that alien gun thing, and my world, was I not supposed to listen?”

“There is something called privacy,” The crease on his forehead deepened. “even if you are the topic of their talk. They will let you know when they are ready to do so.”

You opened your mouth, but no words left, whatever futile retort dying on your tongue. It was a whole level of humiliating to being scolded by a ten-year-old, even if that kid was Damian. Because, yeah, even if it wasn’t your intention at first, you were listening in. But it truly was impossible not to when weeks had gone by and not a single peep had been said about your situation. Whenever you brought it up with Tim, his ever-ready response was ‘working on it.’ Each time. Nothing more, nothing less.

And he was working on it, there was no doubt about it, even if he was doing so purely to get his dad back, or to help you as well, it didn’t matter.

But you were starting to feel uneasy for a second time, just like your first days here. There was something in the way he always said it; unsure, distant, avoiding your gaze while changing the topic. So, yeah, sue you for wanting to be in the know.

“How was school?”

“Bearable.” You chuckled, walking alongside him up the stairs leading to the second floor, the sun setting in the horizon. “I researched the clubs per your request.”

“Suggestion, Damian. Suggestion.”

“There is a voluntary program in an animal shelter, Friday evenings. And… It is not for students only. Anyone can go.”

“You’re saying you want me to go with you?”

“If that is what it takes to keep you from snooping around.”

He said it so nonchalantly, an afterthought, yet you noticed through the reflection of one of the mirrors in the hall how he kept glancing at you.

“Of course I’ll be there.”

His shy, small smile almost made you want to pinch his cheeks like an old lady, but you still appreciated having an un-broken hand, settling for messing up his hair.

𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪

You’d been here for weeks, and the beds at Wayne Manor still felt so surreal as your first night here. The satin bedsheets were still as smooth as ever, the pillows were never hot, no matter how high the temperature was, and in all, you always slept like a baby.

You wondered if they had some kind of magic in them to be so damn comfortable all the time.

Considering just who this house belongs to, you wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case.

Every night you would fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, not waking up until your alarm went off. This morning was different; a soft, but repetitive thud, thud against the window woke you from your slumber. Sluggishly, you grabbed a cushion to place over your ear to muffle the sound of whatever bird thought your room was the perfect place to be annoying.

It seemed luck was not on your side, the noise getting louder and faster. You groaned, throwing the cushion and blanket to the side, tapping the cold floor with your feet to find your slippers in the dark. A quick look to your phone, eyes squinting at the bright screen, revealed it was fifteen to five. Not even five in the morning. When you slid open the curtains, you expected to see a spooked bird flying away.

There was a bird. Just not the type you expected.

Sitting on the window’s ledge, a raised hand ready to knock once again, hanging in the air at noticing the curtain moving, a soft smile replaced his calm look once he took in your disheveled hair and sleepy hair.

You, on the other hand, had an opposite reaction, an audible gasp escaping you, covering your mouth with both hands a second later, turning to face the door and see if anyone had heard you.

“What are you doing?” As much as you wanted to yell at him, you had to do it in whispers, doing so right after you unlatched the lock to open the window, sticking your head out, a shiver running down your body caused by the chilly morning breeze, your knee-length shorts and sleeveless shirt not suited to properly warm you.

“Told you I’ll take you on a date.”

“At five in the morning?”

“Yep.”

You moved to the side when he got up from the edge to get inside your room, your heart skipping a beat at seeing him crouched so unbothered, half of his feet resting on air. You knew he had incredible balance and reflexes, but you couldn’t suppress the need to step forward and grab him so he wouldn’t fall. You didn’t do anything of the sorts, instead letting the cold air keeping for face fixed from the crisis your mind was going through.

“I promise it’s going to be worth it.” His feet landed without a sound, closing the window behind him.

“It’s going to be worth it. I promise.”

“All guys say the same thing, you know.”

“I’m not like other guys.” As soon as the words left his lips, his grin turned into a grimace, and you were a spectator of how hard he was cringing internally, hiding his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt. Which, you now noticed, he wasn’t wearing his Red Hood suit, but simply jeans and a red sweatshirt. The tips of his hair were wet, yet when you looked out the window, the cobbled paths and grass lighted up by the garden lamps were dry.

To help him avoid more embarrassment, you asked once again.

“What could be worth it at this hour?”

He sat on the edge of your bed, fiddling with the straps of his hood. Even sitting down, you still weren’t taller than him, instead now being eye level.

“Trust me. Just change into something warm and comfortable.”

You took one last look at him before walking into your closet, gathering in your arms an outfit like his, a pair of jeans and a basic gray jumper. On your way to the bathroom, you pretended to be cleaning the sweater from invisible dust. What were you supposed to do if he was also looking at you? Smile? Say something? Look intently at him like a weirdo?

Before you could completely close the door, you heard him talk to himself, “‘Not like other guys?’ Seriously?” His groan drowned the click of the door closing, a smile on your face. It seems you’re not the only one nervous tonight.

Letting go of the door knob, you exhaled. You have no clue what he’s planning to do, and your sleep laded brain couldn’t conjure up any plausible or logical idea. And the time it was taking you to get ready was making you self-conscious on top of already feeling anxious and giddy, but you simply cannot go out with Jason with practically a bird nest on your hair, and never in a million years would you kiss him with morning breath.

That last thought made you pause halfway through putting your hair up with a bat-shaped hair claw —a claw Cass had gifted you the only time you went out to the mall.

That wasn’t going to happen, would it? There was no reason for him... What if he’s just— Oh who are you kidding? Why else would he take you on a date at the crack of dawn? Why bother if he’s not going after something? So, he was going to kiss you. Maybe.

But why did that hurt more than it made you happy?

“You ready?” He asked when you left the bathroom. With a nod of affirmation, he stood up, opening the door for you.

You didn’t even want to breathe, thinking that every exhale would be loud enough to be heard throughout the manor, your steps were cautious, deliberate, and slow. Meanwhile, Jason was already waiting for you at the end of the corridor, his steps made no sound, his training so ingrained in his mind and body it was second nature to move like a shadow, even if he wasn’t doing it on purpose. It was impressive, honestly.

“Slowpoke.” He whispered when you were in his reach.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t take bat-training when I was twelve, they didn’t offer it at my school.”

Jason chuckled. “Come on, or we’ll be late.”

Late for what, you wondered? If anything, you would be too early for everything.

It got easier to walk the farther you got from all the rooms, getting out of the manor through a sliding door that led to the garden, from there walking like normal to the driveway.

“Now what?” You asked, there was no way this wouldn’t wake them up, as you knew how loud the fence mechanism was. Jason said nothing, instead walking towards you and placing a hand on your waist.

“Don’t scream.”

“Huh?”

Before you could react, he pulled a grappling gun from his pocket, pointing it to a sturdy tree branch and firing it in less than a second. Your feet left the ground, going higher and higher, feeling the strength of gravity trying to pull you down, only succeeding once you were over the fence and falling to the other side.

“I’m honestly impressed, most people scream their first time.” You didn’t tell him it was because you were too stunned to react. But you would admit it was an amazing experience. “Come.”

He gestured for you to follow him. The darkness brought in your terrible memories, walking as close as you could to Jason, not wanting the shadows to consume you. Of course, the proximity meant your hands would graze each other with every step, the feeling grounding you and not letting your fears to overwhelm you.

Besides endless rows of trees spaced out so evenly they didn’t look real, there wasn’t much else around. The moonlight shone above the grass; the light being reflected by the morning dew.

You wanted to know so badly what was going on inside his head, daring only once to cast a rapid glance at him, his face calm, eyes focused on the road ahead, as if searching for something. You wanted to know what holding his hand again would be like, without the lingering fear and anxiety of waking up from a Fear Gas induced nightmare.

After the umpteenth time your knuckles brushed against his, you finally took hold of his pinky finger with yours, waiting with bated breath to see his reaction. You felt your lips shyly curve into a smile when he intertwined his fingers with yours, his grip strong enough to make you feel safe and secure, as though nothing could ever take you away from him.

“I—Uh.” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry ‘bout the walk, had to make sure no one would hear my bike.”

“No, it’s alright. This is nice. Peaceful.”

It didn’t take long until you could see the form of a bike partially hidden in the bushes off road. There wasn’t any kind of modifications or enhancements you could see, it was your simply, standard sport motorcycle you could buy anywhere, two helmets dangling from one of the handles.

Jason, sadly, let go of your hand, your body already missing the warmth. He grabbed one of the helmets, and you hand your hand outstretched, waiting for him to hand it to you, yet he kept getting closer until you could feel his body heat.

“Sorry, I’ll have to…” He removed the hair claw, letting your hair loosely fall. It seemed he was going to say something else when he noticed the shape of the claw, releasing a deep chuckle. “This is cute.” He closed the teeth around the base of the hood, continuing with putting the helmet on your head, fumbling with the strap to get it to latch —and his wandering touches on your chin did not go unnoticed. He pulled up the visor once he was done, opening and closing his mouth a few times. “Is it tight?”

You blinked once, not believing what he just said. Out of nowhere. So bold. “Sorry?”

“The helmet, I’m not sure if I tied it too tight.”

You should get your head out of the gutter. “Oh.” Your cheeks were red, surely because of the cold. “No, it’s perfect.”

“Great.” He turned around to grab his helmet, and while he had his back to you, you let yourself have a bit of a meltdown in silence, placing your hands over your head, feeling plastic instead of your hair which you wanted to pull.

He was just getting on the bike by the time you were done, and you gingerly did the same, your arms rounding up his torso. Even with his layers of clothes, you could still feel how sturdy it was. After he made sure your visor was down once again, he turned on the ignition, swiftly gaining speed.

Rows of trees soon gave way to the outlines of the city, its tall skyscrapers blending with the dark night. Since Bristol was situated on a hill, you were able to see most of the city’s districts, a specific area to your right with so many lights on it seemed as if it was just the afternoon and not early morning.

“That’s Old Gotham.” Jason seemed to read your mind. “It’s kinda like Gotham’s own Vegas; casinos, strip clubs, night clubs, motels… Anything you could imagine opened late at night, it’s there.”

You grimaced at the thought of having a first date in a dingy, smelly casino, highly opposed to what you would’ve preferred. However, you never got close, the lights in fact getting further away.

After several minutes, he finally pulled over in a parking lot beneath what you assumed were apartments, taking the helmet from you, holding one on his hand and the other under his arm. He began walking, yet you took that chance to use the bike’s mirrors to try and comb your hair with your fingers —frozen fingers, mind you. Angling yourself in the perfect spot for the fluorescent lights to illuminate you fully. “You coming?”

He chuckled. This time, Jason didn’t hesitate on holding your hand.

“So, where are we?” You asked while waiting for the elevator to come down. He looked at you sideways, with that damned grin you loved so much, his hair all over the place as he didn’t bother to fix it, yet he still looked great, probably even better.

“Just a special place.”

The ‘ding’ announcing the elevator’s arrival echoed through the mostly empty parking lot, pressing the highest button to go all the way to the roof. During the whole time, he never let go of your hand, his thumb caressing yours and his hold tightening for a moment as if to prove you were still there.

Feeling boldened by his actions, you let your head rest on his shoulder, your eyes focused on the led screen displaying the floor you were in, twenty two, so far, the number going higher and higher seemingly without a want to stop.

“So, this is where the mighty Hood comes to rest?”

“Kinda, yeah.” He chuckled, but you noticed it wasn’t exactly a humorous laugh, rather a nervous one. You let your eyes wander around; there was a small camera on one of the corners behind you, but it didn’t look anything sophisticated, just a regular surveillance camera that most likely still recorded in black and white, without audio, but just on the off chance that you were wrong, you would leave the vigilante life topics for another day, in a safer place. Glancing down to your joined hands, a beaming smile made its appearance yet another time tonight, balancing yourself on the soles of your shoes. “Someone’s excited.”

“Well, I need to be moving or else I’ll fall asleep. You know, because it’s five in the freaking morning.”

“We’re almost there… Ah, close your eyes.”

“Why?”

But instead of replying, he let go of your hand, getting behind you and covering your eyes with his hands. You didn’t even get the chance to see in which floor you’d ended before the ding of the elevator was heard, the doors opening and welcoming the strong, freezing wind biting at your uncovered skin. So, you’re outside once again.

Jason was calmly guiding you, and even though you knew he wouldn’t walk you to the edge of the floor, your steps were still shaky, arms and hands outstretched in front of you as to not collide with anything. “Can’t you just—”

“You can open them, now.” His hands fell from your face to your shoulders, and a breath escaped you from what’s in front of you.

On a raised platform there was a small, rectangular patch of grass with beautiful red roses and bushes around, a fluffly red and white blanket with a woven basket keeping it on the ground, fake candles illuminating the still dark sky.

When you turned around to look at Jason, to see anything in him to let you know this was indeed meat for you, he still had another surprise in his hands. “Flowers, in my opinion, are a must. But since you said no flowers, well...” He handed you a chocolate bouquet with peonies and tulips made with chocolate. “I’m sorry it took me so long, but I wanted to find the perfect rooftop and… Was it too much?”

He panicked when tears began prickling your eyes, his hands holding your shoulders to comfort you. You wanted to talk, to answer it wasn’t too much that it was perfect, to say something. But your emotions got the best of you. It brought up all your past pains and experiences, all your heartbreaks and disappointments.

It brought up that perfect remainder that you could very well go back to your earth tomorrow, and you would never be able to talk to them.

Through the tears, now free falling, you looked up, his face full of worry, and confusion, and embarrassment, and unease. You placed your hands on his jaw, face not even twitching at your cold fingers. “Thank you.” You whispered. He, in turn, smiled, kissing your forehead.

“Come, you won’t want to miss this.”

You nodded, using the back of your hands to rid you of the tears, letting Jason guide you once again and sitting down next to him on the warm blanket, just in time to see the golden rays of sunshine shine on the city.

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untitled-smp · 2 months ago

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- WELCOME TO [UNTITLED] SMP SEASON 4 -

The players of [Untitled] have once more escaped their demise, arriving at a seemingly innocuous world. Will they be able to move on and start a new life once more, or will they be haunted by the events that transpired in their last world?

.: More information - Website - Carrd - Discord - Joining FAQ :.

All of these contain a variety of information, from character summaries, transcripts, world downloads, images, and a LOT of information about the story!

[Below read more: Server info // Content // Player list]

.: Server Info :.

Season 4 is hosted through Bloomhost, and is currently on version 1.21.1. It has a plethora of datapacks and fabric mods.

.: Content :.

We have a playlist of every [Untitled] season 2 episodes! Some members might make content in the future and it will surely be shown on the blog :D

For [Untitled] season 3 we have the transcripts that are easily accessible through the website, these will contain ALL lore sessions ...and is very very long. If you want a much easier to digest introduction into s3 storyline, then you can play the (currently ongoing) visual novel!

If you wish to know more about some of the characters, then I’d recommend either checking out toyhou.se or better yet, entering the discord server for a much better collection of character information.

There’s also a collection of writing done by our members in ao3 currently wow :] (would HEAVILY recommend these in particular if you are interested for canon content post season two: 1, 2)

.: Active Players :.

Ollie - Player_Void - he/they - @bubblellop // @player-void

Oliver - Player_Draconis - he/they - @draconic-asterism

Plum - Player_Gateway - she/they - @plumcrazycat

Edge - Player_Wither - she/they - @give-grian-rights

Samus - Player_Catabolic - she/they - @tikkitronictonic

Dex - Player_Finder - he/they/it/neos - @maltodextreeen

Sam - Player_Flick - they/him - @47-protons

Ion - Player_Curio - any - @spectator-ion

Alfa - Player_Phantom - they/them - @alfamangle

Six - Player_Atlas - he/it - @a-bowl-of-six-mix

Joco - Player_Last - they/he - @jocotheoddity

Cass - Player_Arcane - she/they/he - @dostthouhavekittens

Cinder - Player_Pyrrhic - they/she/he/ae -

Ceph - Player_Maw - they/them - @chiromaws

George - Player_Punk - he/him - @radio-operator-4

Pyrite - Player_Mold - they/them - @krystalrage

Salmon - Player_Vessel - they/them - @ithymedit

Rainer/Paul - he/they - @voyagerscompass

Lis - mirror pronouns - @transactinides

North - @fiddlefoxtrot

Nev - Player_Fable - any/them - @nowandneverending

Jay - he/him - @nocturr

Zippy/Jon - Player_Witness - he/it/zie - @diamondingot

Tea - Player_Survivor - they/them - @doublemyheight

Andy/Figure - Player_Fatal - any - @

#mineblr #minecraft #minecraft smp #untitled smp #season 4 #information #WOOOOOOOOOOO ! finally got to making this #its been 3 days since s4 started . veryyyy excited :]#hello fellow members if any info here is wrong pls correct me ty <3

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fantastic-nonsense · 2 years ago

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hey! i love your blog and i wanted to ask: what do you think dick and cass's relationship would be like as siblings?

Well, apart from uh....*side-eyes the Evil Cass arc and Batgirl Vol. 2 (2008)...I am looking away, I pretend I do not see it*.....that, despite not actually interacting a ton Dick and Cass have a cute as hell relationship where they support, trust, respect, and tease each other and I love that for them. It's what they deserve!

"I heard about your visit with Cain. I know that must have been hard for you. If you need someone to talk to, let me know. I've been there." -Batman: Family #7 (2003)

"We're going to find Vesper's real killer." [looks at Cass] "You don't look too happy about that." "I am. I just...I feel...guilty. For...doubting him." [Dick looks startled, then turns his eyes back towards the road] "We all do." -Bruce Wayne: Fugitive (2003)

[Cass laughs] "What's so funny?" "None of you ever learn." "Learn?" "What...you can't change about each other." -Nightwing (1996) #81

"Race you there!" "You're kidding!" [Cass smiles] -Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #184 (from 2004)

Bludhaven. My new home. Nightwing once called it..."Gotham's wicked little stepsister. I didn't...get it. He was...surprised. He told me the story. Cinderella. He...acted all the parts. That made me laugh." -Batgirl (2000) #58

"[Batman] taught me...teamwork. But it's not a team. More his family. Wish it still felt like that." -Batgirl (2000) #71

"Well...you're both wrong. Everyone experiences tragedy. Tim. Bruce...you and me. It's not about the city. It's about how you choose to see the world. Everything else is just an excuse." -Gates of Gotham #4 (2011)

That being said...Barbara is Cass's first priority and she will and did punch Dick in the face for breaking her heart asdfghjkl

-Batgirl (2000) #46

Also as a post-Flashpoint universe bonus: here's Hallucination!Cass playing "Ghost of Christmas Future" and calling Dick her brother in the "Carol of the Bats" Christmas Special (aka the first time we've gotten official confirmation in the reboot universe that Cass is a Wayne again):

"My brother. I have come to collect." -Batman: Urban Legends #10 (2021)

And Real!Cass kicking the asses of Scarecrow's minions for her brother so he can come to Christmas dinner with them:

[A sign that says 'Merry Christmas Nightwing! Love Secret Santa] Fear Toxin hallucinations can do a lot of things...but they don't kick butts and leave notes. That's more of a Cassandra Cain move.

"Cass insisted she go out and pick you up a last-minute Secret Santa gift...and then radioed that you'd been out without your ventilator and she was going to clean up the mess as your present." "Cass! It was you! Merry Christmas. It's one of the best gifts I've ever gotten." "Better than another pair of headphones."

Basically: they're super cute and have a ton of mutual respect for each other, and we deserve far more Dick-Cass interactions than we've gotten.

#dick grayson #cassandra cain #dc comics #asks #dick grayson meta #cassandra cain meta #batfam #long post

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blackwidownat2814 · 2 years ago

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That's a No From Me Dawg (J.Seresin)

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x plus size!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x librarian!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Garcia!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x latina!reader

Word Count: 935

A/N: Got inspired by this post from @wildbornsiren & @a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all and just had to run with it. Thanks once again to the great @jobean12-blog for being my sounding board and an awesome friend. Established relationship from my first Jake story, Pride & Prejudice & Partridges.

Trigger Warnings: None, unless the dog-earring of pages causes you pain.

‼️⚠️I do not give permission for any of my work to be copied, translated or reposted anywhere else but on my own blog.⚠️‼️

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Sometimes, you liked to think of yourself as a dragon. Dragons lived in caves (aka the library, in your case) and protected their hoard of gold (the books). For the most part, you kept your inner dragon asleep, ready to pounce only when someone messed with your hoard.

So far, since moving to San Diego to live with your brother and starting work at the library on base, the dragon had been in hibernation. So when the one person you didn’t expect woke the sleeping dragon, you were just as surprised as he was.

“GOOD LORD.” Your ears perked up at your fellow librarian’s exclamation.

Smiling, you slid your new bookmark into the book you had been reading. Jake had given the bookmark to you, ‘just because’ he said, after finding out that The Mummy was your favorite movie. One side had the quote “Hey, O’Connell! Looks to me like I’ve got all the hor-ses!” and the other had “Hey Beni! Looks to me like you’re on the wrong side of the ri-ver!” over black background. It was simple but you absolutely loved it. You loved him.

You took a deep breath and pushed thoughts of your naval aviator out of your head as you walked up to see Cass leaning on her desk with her forehead resting on her hands and grumbling.

“Are you okay?”

“No!”

“Um…why?”

“Look at this!” She didn’t even lift her head, just pointed to a pile of Clive Cussler books and Spiderman comics.

“They look fine.”

“Open them!” You picked up a copy of Cussler’s The Sea Wolves and flipped it open. The pages fell open to a spot and that’s when you noticed it: the top right corner of the right page was folded down. Someone had dog-eared multiple pages throughout. You snapped the book shut and immediately went to another. Book after book was full of dog-eared pages. You picked up What If…Miles Morales and sure enough, more dog-eared pages.

“What in the-”

“Exactly!” Cass lifted her head from the desk. “I haven’t even checked which one of these flyboys returned these. When I find out, I’m going to make sure their commander grounds them for a day or something because this is sacrilege!”

“Hey, don’t worry, okay? I’ll take care of it”, you replied. Cass looked up at you with relief in her eyes.

“Really? You’d do this for me?”

“Of course!” You grabbed a book cart sitting nearby and placed all the offending books on it. “Go get your lunch and I’ll do this.”

Cass popped out of her chair and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Thanks for saving me from the Brig for punching a naval aviator.”

“Relax Cass, they wouldn’t have sent you to the Brig.” She laughed and smiled before leaving to grab her things for lunch.

Your rolled the cart back to your office and sat down to scan the first book’s barcode. You clicked on the record and then on LAST BORROWER. The disappointed look on your face morphed into one of anger as you glared at the name on your screen:

Lt. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Cass was going to have to bail you out of the Brig.

Jake was in the air, running dog-fighting exercises with Phoenix and Bob against Maverick when he heard voices over the coms...and one sounded very familiar.

“Mickey, give me the thing.”

“Hermanita, what are you doing here?” You must of had a Look on your face because Jake could hear the fear in Fanboy’s voice.

“Hondo said I could when I asked if I could come by because it was important. Now, GIVE. ME. THE. THING.” Jake smiled at your tone, letting out a small laugh…which was the absolute wrong thing to do, since Fanboy had remembered to let go of the button that allowed Jake's voice to come through coms. He heard a crackling sound and then you.

“JAKE SERESIN. I WOULDN’T BE LAUGHING IF I WERE YOU.”

“Um, h-hey sweetheart.”

“Don’t you ‘sweetheart’ me, Seresin.” Jake could hear the others laughing quietly in the background. He even heard Mav, Phoenix, and Bob all let out an ‘ooooh’.

“What’s up?” he asked, audibly swallowing.

“I saw the books you returned today.” Jake wracked his brain, thinking over the books he’d returned. He couldn’t think of anything that happened to them, but maybe he just didn't notice?

“Did I spill somethin’ on ‘em darlin’? I’ll pay for it as soon-”

“No.” He heard you let out a ‘hmph’. “And don’t try to butter me up with darlin’ either!”

“Dewey, what is goin’ on?”

“Jake, what is one of my biggest pet peeves when it comes to books?” He knew it, he really did. Except, in that very moment, it evaporated out of his brain.

“Um…I know, I swear I do.”

“Mickey! What is my pet peeve?” Jake heard Fanboy clear his throat.

“Dog-eared pages. When it’s someone’s own book, you don’t really care because it’s theirs and they can do what they want. But if it’s a library book, or one of yours, well…” That’s when Jake remembered.

“Oh no.”

“Oh no is right…sweetheart.”

“You’re in trouble Bagman!”

“Shut up Mickey.”

“Sorry hermanita.”

“Jake?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’ll see you tonight.”

He heard a door slam shut, signaling that you had left the room before the others were teasing Jake with another drawn out ‘oooooooh!’.

Jake felt himself start to break out in a sweat. He gulped before clearing his throat and called out to Maverick.

“Hey, Mav?”

“Yeah, Hangman?”

“Remind me, how long does the gas last in these new FA-18s?”

A/N 2: Do I know this is a ridiculous way to react to something so simple, like dog eared pages in a book? Yes. Do I care? Not in the least. This was written for fun, so read it with that in mind.

Don't forget to leave a comment and reblog! It would be much appreciated!

A/N 3: And many many many thanks to the one and only @notroosterbradshaw. You know why.

#Jake Seresin #Jake 'Hangman' Seresin #Jake Seresin x you #Jake Seresin x reader #Jake Seresin x female!reader #Jake Seresin x latina!reader #Jake Seresin x plus size!reader #Jake Seresin fanfiction

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lily-drake · 2 years ago

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Part 4 of timinette siblings with Kon and Bart coming over and bonding?

Maybe they were on an off-world mission of something and they video-called him

A second Anonymous person asked: If you make a part 4 (you do not have to) for the sibling Tim and Marinette, I think its time we see some protective big brother Tim moments don't you think? Stepping in when he spots a guy crowding his sister to suing Lila and Alya when he discovers the bullying, and the blog. Helping Mama Sabine bring evidence to the school board over the mistreatment of Mari, maybe his reaction to hearing Damien calling Mari a 'harlot' or 'tramp' (Tim totally goes to Luka for 'how to be best big bro' advice)

So I’ve decided to put them together. Enjoy!

Siblings Don’t Stand Back and Watch, They Always Get Involved

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Tim absolutely ADORED his sister. She had done so much for him and he could never thank her and her their parents enough. Tim had gone from hating who he was and feeling like a tool to be used and tossed away to knowing that he was loved and needed not for his intellect and what he could give, he was needed because he existed and they enjoyed spending time with him. They were all so supportive of him and his choices, and he almost cried when they said it was okay if he didn’t want to talk some days and just silently stayed with him. No interrogation, no forceful tactics, not even a hint of manipulation, they just loved and cared for him.

He had explained all of this to Cass during a lunch they had together while Marinette was at school. She had smiled brightly at him and said,

“Happy for you Little Brother. They good for you.”

Her tone was gentle and he could hear and feel the joy and love that she felt for him. Once he was finished retelling everything that had happened since they had seen each other in person he asked her about her time in Hong Kong and about all of the different things she had done and learned there. He loved the way her eyes lit up as she signed out all of her experiences. The way she moved her hands with such excitement and the swiftness showed just how much she loved the new city she called home.

After they finished their lunch Cass asked if they could surprise Marinette at school. Now that Tim thought about it, he’s never actually been to Marinette’s school before, and it had been months. He quickly nodded and they headed to Collège Françoise Dupont to surprise their little sister at her school. Once they got close enough to the school they could hear a loud commotion which worried Tim.

“Look at Maritrash!”

“Where are your bodyguards now, huh?”

“Not so invincible now, are you?”

“I can’t believe she would do that to Lila!”

“What happened to the sweet girl we once knew?”

Tim and Cass made eye contact for a moment before both rushed through the crowd and through the school in search of the small bluenette. He had heard things here and there about how cruel some of the people here could be, heard about the girl that could twist anything, but it seems that it was extremely downplayed if this was what was happening during their lunch hour.

They shoved their way toward the center of the gathered mass of students to see Marinette in the center, food completely covering her, and every time she took a step toward the crowd in hopes of an opening to escape, she was pushed back and something else was thrown at her. And near the center watching what was going on with a face full of sorrow, but eyes full of gleeful malice and Tim snapped.

“Marinette!”

He yelled while rushing towards her which caused her gaze to snap towards him. He quickly pulled her to his chest which caused her to start shaking, her breath spiking slightly, his shirt becoming damp. He needed to get them out of Paris and quickly before Hawkmoth got the opportunity to use her rightful emotions against her.

“Cass, I need you to call Kon.”

He yelled over the cacophony of people yelling and shouting profanities toward him. He couldn’t focus on that right now though, he had to stay vigilant and protect his sister. She was priority number one at the moment. He wondered where the others were, but then recalled that Chloe, Adrien, and Kagami were on a business meeting with their parents out of the country. It didn’t help that Kagami and Luka were out in different schools, but that didn’t explain where Juleka was, and he couldn’t find her in the crowd at all. He could feel things begin to hit him, but that didn’t matter because they weren’t hitting Mari.

Bang

The entirety of the school froze and turned toward where the noise had come from. Teachers began to pile out of the room with looks of fury and outrage even before they noticed the crowd of students, but once they did their looks made even Tim shiver in fear.

“So you think it’s funny to trap the entire faculty in the boardroom just so you could cause havoc? Well you’ve all got another thing coming to you.”

The girl with sinister tear filled eyes spoke, clinging to another student.

“M-Marinette did it! We tried to get her to-to stop, bu-”

“I’ve heard enough from you Rossi! After a similar stunt was pulled we were able to get the camera footage sent directly to our phones, we know exactly what happened, and so will your parents.”

At that the girl paled, and Tim felt a vindictive satisfaction. There was a small yank on his sleeve and he looked to the side to see Cass pulling him towards the doors. Kon must have arrived.

“Hey, I have a few friends that want to meet you. Follow me.”

He whispered softly into her ear. She nodded wordlessly and let herself be pulled along as they traveled past all of the students who were still being yelled at by the teachers and staff. Once they made it to the stairs Kon ran up to them and looked all three of them over, slightly panicked.

“What happened Tim?”

“Can you take us to the tower? We need to get out of here quickly.”

Tim urgently replied.

“Lila might become Akumatized.”

Marinette murmured against his chest. Tim ran his fingers through her hair and whispered,

“It’ll be you if we don’t leave now.”

Tim gently pushed her towards Kon and looked him directly in the eye,

“This is Marinette, take her first and make sure she’s safe.”

Kon nodded and waited till Marinette came towards him before he picked her up and left. Tim slowly clenched his fists and took in long slow breaths before relaxing them again. He needed to be level headed right now, he needed to tell their parents about what happened. Sabine had told him all about how she, Tom, and many other parents protested against the school to the school board and how, because of that, the school had gotten new administration and a stricter zero-tolerance policy. They needed to know about this.

Cass placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, grounding him, keeping him present. He carefully placed his hand atop hers, taking one last calming breath before giving her a small nod.

“I need to go tell Tom and Sabine about what’s happening.”

Cass gave a serious nod and once Tim released her hand they made the quick walk to the bakery.

To say Sabine was upset would be the understatement of the century, she was enraged.

“I knew it! I knew that it wouldn’t be enough. We are either transferring to homeschool or to a new school completely. Kagami said that the school she attends gives out scholarships, I just know Marientte would be able to get one with her designs. She is never going back to that Hell Hole ever again!”

Sabine yelled as she paced anxiously around the apartment flat. She made a quick turn and looked Tim directly in the eyes, her face softening as she did so when Tim flinched back.

“Sorry dear. Thank you for saving Marinette. Please make sure that she’ll be okay for us.”

Tim nodded.

“Of course. You’ve all helped me so much, and I’d do anything for her.”

Sabine pulled him into a tight hug that he quickly returned.

“I’m so proud of you Tim. You truly are one of the greatest souls to be on this Earth.”

Tim could feel his eyes water, but he quickly pushed them back feeling Cass’s gaze on the two of them. He could feel the soft smile she was sending the both of them. Sabine pulled away a few moments later only to leave a gentle kiss to his temple.

“Tell Marinette that she can stay with your friends as long as she would like. It will take some time for me to complete the transfer process, but it will happen.”

Tim nodded, his eyes showing a determined fierceness.

“Of course.”

Tim felt his phone buzz. Kon was back.

“Be safe. I love you Tim, and please tell Marinette that I love her too.”

Tim nodded shyly, still unused to the open shows of affection.

“I will.”

A pause.

“I love you too.”

It wasn’t the first time he had told them that, but the words still felt foreign on his tongue. Sabine softened a little more, placing one last kiss on his temple before she stood up and left. And with that, Cass and Tim left the small apartment to meet Kon who was waiting for them right outside.

“How is she?”

Tim immediately asked. Kon stared at Tim in shock, his heartbeat was through the roof.

“She was very distraught, but Cassie is taking care of her right now.”

Tim let out a sigh of relief.

“That’s good, Cassie should be able to help her. Alright, I need you to take us.”

Kon raised a brow, he had so many questions, but from the panicked look on his friend’s (practically brother’s) face, he knew that he wasn’t going to get them until this was resolved. He bent down slightly, letting Tim climb onto his back before he scooped Cass up and they flew to Titans Tower.

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Marinette paced around the room like a caged animal. There was so much that could go wrong, and she was stuck here unable to do anything. Cassie and Bart watched her with concerned eyes. Kon had only given them the briefest rundown of everything, saying that this was “a friend of Tim” and that he had asked for him to bring her here.

“She doesn't seem very crash.”

Bart stage whispered as he snacked on a bag of potato chips. Cassie rolled her eyes at her friend,

“No, she doesn’t.”

Marinette wasn’t paying attention to their words though, she wasn’t even aware that they were talking. All she could do was listen to the thoughts in her mind telling her that something bad would happen and it would be all her fault. That because she was gone she would not be able to help or save her people if there was an attack which would make her the worst and most useless hero in the world! Then she would lose her Miraculous, Chat would demand that she pass on the guardianship because of how irresponsible she was, Tim would abandon her when he realized how useless of a sister she was and-

Warm arms wrapped around her causing her racing mind to pause.

“I need you to breathe Mars, I know you’re scared, but everything is going to be okay.”

Marinette sucked in a deep breath, she wasn’t even aware of how shallow they had been, but now that she thought about it she had been seeing small black dots in the corner of her vision.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good now. I’d never leave you Marinette, you and the others, you’re the last bit of family I have left. Even if you weren't, you're still my sister, and that means everything to me.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she needed to fight them back, she couldn’t have strong emotions, those emotions would attract,

“It’s okay to cry now. You’re not in Paris, if you need to cry I’m right here.”

She heard a door slide closed behind her, they were moving. When had they even started moving? Her body was gently moved down and she could feel herself sitting on her brother’s lap, her head resting against his chest letting her hear the steady beating of his heart.

Thump thump,

Thump thump.

It was a steady rhythm, soothing in more ways than one. Gentle fingers brushed through her hair and the dam broke as tears fell down her cheeks and sobs wracked her body. It wasn’t fair. She had done everything right, she was kind, patient, tried her best not to cause a scene, she forgave others, she helped them even when they didn’t like her, she had done everything right! So why did they all hate her then? What had she done, what was so bad about her, what did she do to make others hate her so much?!

“You didn’t do anything. It’s all on them, you are so good Marinette, far too good. They don’t deserve you, I don’t deserve you. But we’re going to get through this, we’re going to do it together. I’m not going to leave you to suffer on your own, I’ll stand by you, I’ll be your shoulder as long as you need me.”

Marinette clutched onto her brother, letting her hands fist around shirt. Marinette didn’t know how long they were there, how long she spent ruining his shirt with her tears and snot, it could have been a few hours, minutes, even a day. Despite that fact, Tim never once left her, always either rubbing her back, running fingers through her hair, humming, whispering comforting words, and just being the comforting presence that she needed. It made her heart warm and helped to silence the sobs and slow the tears. Tim loved her, he was here for. She had Adrien, Chloe, Kagami, Luka, and her parents too. She wasn’t alone. Marinette slowly lifted her gaze to stare at her brother where he gave her the softest most loving smile she’d ever seen on him.

“You feelinging any better?”

He asked. Marinette nodded, wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. Tim leaned backwards and grabbed a box of tissues from some corner of the room they were in.

“Thank you.”

She whispered hoarsely, using the tissues to wipe her eyes and a few more to wipe her nose. Now that she was thinking a little clearer she began to look around the room. A mess would be an understatement, but a pigsty would be an overstatement as well. She could tell it was a form of organized chaos, papers scattered across the floor, boards covering each of the walls with red strings wrapped around them, pens were scattered everywhere on the desk as well as stacks of manila folders filled to bursting with different papers, and when she looked up there was another board up there, this one was empty though, which was strange. It kind of looked like her room, except it was mostly paper rather than bolts and scraps of fabric.

“Is this your room?”

She asked, sniffling slightly. Tim blushed a little in embarrassment as he too looked around his room.

“Yea. It probably looked a lot worse before. I have no doubt that one of them was nice enough to clear out all of the trash and coffee mugs. I’ll be doing the dishes for a month.”

He replied, grumbling the last sentence. Marinette let out a small hum, leaning into the warmth that was her brother. So who are your friends? Tim smiled at that before he let out a long sigh.

“The one that took us here was Kon, he’s the one that we saved from that lab I told you about. The blonde is Cassandra Sandsmark , though we call her Cassie. She’s an Amazionian fighter, Wonder Woman’s sidekick, I think you too would get along really well. Probably too well.”

He mumbled. Clearing his throat he continued,

“The last one, the one who’s going to absolutely talk your ear off, is Bart. He’s a speedster from an apocalyptic future that is living here. So if he says something you don’t know or understand, there’s a high chance we don’t know either.”

Marinette giggled at that, causing time to smile as well.

“Your-er, Mom,”

She snickered again causing him to roll his eyes.

“Mom told me to let you know that she is going to try to transfer you to Kagami’s school. She’s probably already called her by now to ask her about scholarships and admissions. I’ll help of course, you deserve the best.”

Marinette sniffled again at that. She would be leaving her old school then. It wasn’t technically a bad thing, but it was still a foreign concept in her mind. That she would be able to leave and escape the cruelty there. She still had two years of school left and she had a feeling that they would be well spent at Kagami’s school, even if she did have to wear a uniform. She had once asked Tim why he wasn’t in school, she had learned that he had actually skipped three grades and instead of graduating, like he should have, got an online GED. He said that it didn’t matter to him since he “was running Bruce’s company before he even graduated”. Sabine and Marinette had not been thrilled to hear that.

“Can I meet your friends?”

Tim smiled at that, he knew she was just trying to change the subject but he would let it go. She deserved a break anyways.

“Yea, I can also get you some water since they’ll probably be in or near the kitchen anyways.”

With that marinette slowly stood up, Tim followed after her though he stretched his legs first before he opened his door and began his tour of his home-away-from-home.

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Tim watched from the sidelines with a smile as he watched his friends/family talk with Marinette. He had no doubt that they would all get along, but it was still a relief and a weight off his shoulders to truly see it happening. He watched Kon whisper something in her ear, Marinette glanced at him for a second and Tim felt nervous. The next thing he knew Marinette burst out laughing and Tim was blushing despite the fact that he had no idea what was said. He glanced over at Kon to see if he could get a hint of whatever story he was telling but only got a sly smirk and sideways glances from a chuckling Cassie. He didn’t know if he wanted to know what story they told her. They had so many stories, most of which he didn’t even remember due to his sleep deprived state that it was frankly concerning. For him at least, they seem to enjoy holding these stories over his head whenever they need something.

Slowly, Tim approached the group, his family, and hesitantly asked,

“What exactly did I miss?”

Kon shook his head and placed a finger to his lips, smug smirk still firmly in place. Marinette’s eyes glittered with mirth as she followed suit and shook her head.

“Sorry Tim-Tam, can’t say.”

“And why not?”

He asked, crossing his arms and lifting a brow to look at all of his team members. Bart zipped right next to him, causing a small breeze in the room before rushing out,

“It’s a secret story. Maybe one day you’ll be able to find a way to unlock it in one of your side quests.”

Cassie snickered as Tim pouted. He honestly hadn’t played one of his open world adventure games in a while. He mostly played any version of UMS with Marinette and her their family. Tim sighed, dropping his hands to his side casually enough as Bart placed an arm around his shoulders. He could tell that there was some sort of trap here, they were holding out on something but he couldn’t tell what yet. The kitchen was clean (that was a first); Kon, Cass, and Cassie were all gathered near Mari; and there was nothing that could be considered suspicious on the counters. There was just a bag of flour, one on his side of the counter and one in hers.

…….

Oh no. Tim could tell that Marinette knew that he figured out what she planned to do. So with almost inhuman speed she lord the bag and threw a handful of it at Tim. He quickly closed his eyes as the dusted wheat hit him square in the face. Quickly reaching for his own bag he began to throw flour at her, only missing and hitting Cassie instead. The fight went on for a while, everyone getting involved until they were all white as ghosts. Marinette and everyone else was laughing, he knew that this was her idea. Probably revenge for the last time he initiated this same kind of fight. It was worth it though. She was happy, she wasn’t worried about a thing, and hopefully she can accept his friends. Let them be a part of their small found family. Tim never liked standing on the sidelines before. But just watching her, seeing her happy like this even if it wasn’t fully him that made her smile like that. Maybe he could make an exception for his dislike, but only if he could see her like this more often.

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tearfallpixie · 5 months ago

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Oblivious - Chapter 9: My Loves, My Home

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“I told you to quit! I told you he was bad news!” Rick yelled. Chris had just told him what happened, and he was rightfully furious. We had gone right to Chris’ place after the house party and found the guitarist already waiting for our return.

“I know that! He hadn’t done anything like that until then!” I was getting defensive which was never good because I tended to shut down when that happened.

“What if Chris hadn’t been there huh? What would you have done then?” He snapped, getting in my face.

“Rick, calm down. Its over and she’s not going back.” Chris tried calming his best friend, pushing him away from me but that didn’t stop him.

“No! I want her to realize how stupid she was.” I barely registered what happened next, but my hand hit the guitarists cheek and I moved across the room to calm down for a second. When I turned around Rick was covering his cheek and he had a look of horror on his face. “Cass. I-I’m so fucking sorry.” He took a step towards me and when I didn’t make a move he closed the distance and wrapped me in his arms. It took a second but I dropped my head to his shoulder and sobbed. “I’m so sorry baby girl. I was just so fucking terrified. That isn’t an excuse for how I acted but I couldn’t take it if something happened to you and I wasn’t there to protect you.”

“I had Chris.” I whispered.

“I know and I trust him endlessly but I care about you. I’m allowed to worry.” I giggled a little and wrapped my arms around his thin waist.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful.” I promised. “I guess I need to start looking for another job now though.”

“No. We’ve already decided that you’ll be assistant to the front of house manager and you’ll tour with us.” Chris said cockily.

“Logan? But that isn’t a position.” I said, cocking my head in confusion.

“It is as of 20 seconds ago. I won’t hear any protest.” I rolled my eyes and reached out my hand, pulling him into the hug so I could be crushed by both of them.

“I love you both.” I murmured.

“We love you too baby girl.” Ricky mumbled, kissing my head.

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“Wait, wait, wait. You didn’t know that you and Chris were dating?” Shae asked. I had called her to explain what had happened over the last few weeks and she was currently laughing her ass off at me.

“I never claimed to be smart!” I whined.

“You two have been dating for a year! Chris was so excited and called Justin to gush about it for hours. ‘Justin! She likes me she likes me! After years of pining she’s actually my girlfriend!’ He was pathetic.” She giggled.

“I was not that bad!” Chris protested. He was currently working on some music on the other end of the couch while I sat next to him talking to Shae and Rick was on my other side working on his stories.

“Yes you were.” Rick, Shae and Justin called at the same time. The singers’ ears went red and he blushed.

“Shut up, all of you.” I leaned into his side and kissed his cheek with a smirk.

“We only tease you out of love dear.” I nudged him gently and he dropped a kiss to my forehead.

“Well luckily I like you.” I turned back to the phone to see Ricky watching me.

“What?” I asked him curiously. He gave me a soft smile and leaned over to kiss me softly.

“You’re like a whole different person now that you know.” He mumbled.

“I’m sorry.” I blushed, looking away. I didn’t realize I had changed all that much.

“No, sweetie, it’s a good thing. You’re happier. It’s nice.” He slid his computer off his lap and moved closer into my space. “Its almost as if you are glowing.”

“Oooh. Shes pregnant!” Justin teased.

“No I’m not!” I laughed.

“That would require us to be able to have kids but unfortunately for her we’re both fixed.” Ricky snickered. My ears perked and I turned to him. I knew Chris had gotten a vasectomy but I wasn’t aware Rick had.

“Damn so you both can be her dogs for life.” Shae giggled.

“They certainly have the puppy dog looks down.” As if on cue they both turned to look at me with identical looks making me cackle. “Stop it! That isn’t fair!”

“We should go. Miss priss has a playdate with her daycare friend so we need to get her ready.” Justin told us. I heard a squeal from somewhere on their end and grinned. Their daughter was so cute. We said our good byes and hung up and I rounded on Rick.

“When were you going to tell me you were fixed?” I asked, acting like I was upset.

“I didn’t think about it baby. I’m sorry.” He sounded nervous. “Vasectomies are reversable. If its that big of a deal then we can talk about it.” He offered. I held a stern face before bursting out laughing and confusing both of them.

“Nah, at least not yet. Right now, I am incredibly turned on, have two insanely hot boyfriends and no possible way of getting pregnant. Sounds like a win to me.” I hummed as I stood up. I slowly unbuttoned the shirt of Chris’ I was wearing and walked backwards towards the stairs as the boys watched me with increasingly hungry looks. Underneath, I was only wearing my maroon lingerie that looked beautiful against my skin. “If I have to take care of myself it would be such a shame.” My foot took a step up and both of them glanced at each other for a second before discarding their computers and scrambling towards the stairs. I squeaked and bolted upstairs only to be caught at the top of them by the singer. He shoved me against the wall and crowded me there, pinning my wrists next to my head.

“Pumpkin. I love you but dear god. Don’t tease me like that.” He growled, lowering his head to my neck and placing feather kisses there.

“Come on Chris. Play nice. I want to torture her too.” Rick huffed. The singer claimed my lips in a needy kiss as his hands slid down my side to my thighs and forced me to jump into his arms. Once my legs were wrapped around his slender waist he carried me into his room while the guitarist padded after us with a soft smile.

“Oh don’t worry. We’ll both get our fill. She doesn’t know what she’s in for.” Chris murmured, dropping me onto the bed and laying down next to me. Ricky laid behind me and pulled me into his chest with an arm around my waist. He started placing kisses down the back of my neck and I leaned into him as Chris focused on my chest. “You are so beautiful pumpkin.”

“Our beautiful baby girl.”

“I am so lucky to have you two.” I whispered.

“We’re the lucky ones baby.” Trapped between the two of them I relished in the feel of their hands caressing my skin. In that moment I knew I was the luckiest girl in the world. I had two men who loved the hell out of me and were ok with sharing me and that was something people could only dream of. I was never letting this go again.

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tumblingxelian · 6 hours ago

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Bat-stuff coming up on a blog I follow is fun cos I was discussing an old idea with a friend of mine set in this nebulous period where Bruce took Dick & Tim on a "Rediscover how to be Batman" holday.

Leaving Harvey Dent who had a couple of weeks training to defend Gotham and apparently just not thinking about Cassandra at all so she was surprised when she got back from her mission.

(No one else had been introduced yet, ala Damian or Duke)

In the fic idea rather than that being used to set up Harvey going evil again for "reasons" and Cass turning evil for "Reasons" which then got made into mind control, the fic goes another.

Namely, Jason :I am obsessed with Gotham" Todd looks at the city and says "its free real estate", swings a legal resurrection, a coup at Wayne Enterprises and plans to take over as Batman.

Unfortunately for him, Harvey is still there and was able to piece together his plan and he contacted Oracle who sent Batgirl so the situation very quickly became a stand off.

(Jason had the manor rigged to explode if he needed to bail)

So a truce is reached,

Cass becomes the new Batman, Jason moves into philanthropy and Harvey is their legal advisor and mediator. Hilariously, they actually do a really good job and Gotham starts making huge improvements.

A big part of this is because by focusing on specific areas over trying to "Do it all" they are both able to really focus and also cover for each other. A line used when discussing it was "Trying to fix Gotham was like pushing a boulder up a hill while people tried to shank you." Well now someone is helping push the boulder, but another is covering for knives and they all switch out who is doing what.

Then there's just stuff like Jason having a more bottom up perspective on addressing issues of poverty having lived it, over studied it conceptually. & Cass being indifferent to law related matters, canonical as she donated millions of dollars in evidence to charity with Steph. So the social programs are not just good but also backed with stuff like:

"Hi, Jason Wayne, I am bribing you to be a less garbage governor."

These elements are followed up with Talia dropping Damian off for safety reasons along with his new bodyguard. Namely, AllCaste!Stephanie Brown with magic fire swords! (Basically she got a Robin Resurrection after her death here too & Talia was just like "OK mine now" and took her to get some spiritual healing, & fire swords.

(It'd be cool if Duke got brought into this, Alt Robins Movement?)

All of this naturally gets the Court of Owls Feathers in a ruffle as they were trying to take full control of Gotham and someone using their methods is making it much harder to even retain what they have let alone go for more. So they broke out their Talon Army and their secret weapon, the pseudo magically scientifically ressurected Orpheus (From War Games) for a big final blow out cluster fuck.

Suffice to say they will lose and Orpheus will heal and things will improve still further. With the epilogue having Bruce Dick & Tim arriving at the manor, very surprised to see it so flashy and open. But Alfred probably just knew they were coming back.

Cue them walking in to find Alfred, Harvey, Jason, Cass, Stephanie, Onyx, Orpheus Damian, Duke & Barbara at the table, all very surprised to see them!

#DC #Bat-Clan #Batfam #Fic idea #Text post

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thedawningofthehour · 1 year ago

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didn't you say you were making Draxum's house in the sims? Did you ever finish? :(

So I whined about this on my main blog, but I'm having issues with my computer. The power port, and I've noticed this for a while, gets extremely hot whenever I try to run anything more intensive than Powerwash Simulator, and the past few months it's become harder and harder to get it to charge. (I'm not overclocking or anything-I bought this computer for gaming and made sure it had the specs to run shit like my heavily modded Skyrim and Fallout, it should be able to run Sims) I contacted Acer about a repair and they quoted me over eight hundred dollars. The actual computer was about 1200-1300, for comparison. There's other issues with it as well-there's a chip on the screen that's really obvious on a white background, and they advertised that it would support a second hard drive, but it's never recognized the one I bought. The power port is the most grievous though, and power ports on laptops are notoriously hard to repair.

And this computer isn't old. I bought it last spring. Less than a year and a half-and I've barely been gaming on it because I've been writing this, so I spent over a thousand dollars on a turtles fanfiction machine essentially. (there's been other reasons, depression funk caused a complete disinterest in gaming and after so many mass shootings I've started feeling guilty whenever playing games with guns, but writing is mostly what I've been using this expensive gaming PC for) I only had the one-year warranty that came with the computer, but honestly I can't find it in myself to regret that too much because I have never once had a company actually honor a warranty. It's like safety deposits on apartments or insurance claims-they'll do everything they can to weasel out of doing what they're supposed to.

So back to your question-I currently don't trust my computer to run the Sims. Or anything else. And I can afford to buy another gaming PC right now, but it would be financially pretty irresponsible. I returned the tablet I bought to draw with, and I think I'm going to get one of those two-in-one laptop/tablets so I can use it for drawing and writing. Maybe I'll be able to run the Sims 4 on that-it doesn't have to run great, I use it mostly as a building simulator. Kind of sucks though, Crusader Kings 3 came out with another expansion pack and the new Cities Skylines is coming out this fall, plus I've been getting a hankering to play Skyrim again.

But enough about my computer woes, I do think I have some screenshots I could show...

First floor, I apparently took these during the first round of building because I made a lot of changes. The lab is way bigger now, and I have the rest of the house shell done. The blank space in the back right is where I was going to put in the multi-story room where the turtles find the weapons-which is probably the least completed part of the entire house because holy hell the building controls do not want to work with me.

But in the back left you can see Cass and Gale's rooms! :)

I do like how the main hallway turned out. I know it was mostly destroyed on Creation Day, but let's just say Draxum redid it in the same style. The middle picture, that's the little storage room that hides the door to the part of the house where Gale's room is. If you know the Sims you can tell where the secret door is.

And yes, I know the half-walls under the stairs look ridiculous, I've fixed it since then. I couldn't just extend the half-wall all the way back because it would delete the upper staircase, for some reason.

I'm pretty proud of how the living room is turning out. Could be a little bigger, but the symmetry of the bookshelves are just too perfect. (also the curved walls get fussy, FUCK CURVED WALLS) Needs some clutter on the mantle though.

The kitchen no longer looks like this, I moved around a lot of the pictures and added another layer of cabinets, because Draxum probably has like six sets of fine china he's received as gifts throughout the years and refuses to part with. I added more retro-looking décor, because the last time he remodeled this room was in the sixties and I wanted it to look a little old-fashioned. I also imagine he refuses to get an electric stove, saying his mystic wood-burning stove works just fine. I tried to work a pantry in, but it didn't really pan out. (lol) And the more I think about it, he probably has a legit larder somewhere in the basement, since Draxum is from a time before refrigeration and would have grown up storing food in underground cellars. (and he deffo has like several years worth of food stored away, he's pretty much a doomsday prepper)

This is also incidentally the layout of the kitchen at my old house, hence the weird octagon dining area. Except we had windows. With no curtains. In the woods. It was unsettling to cook at night.

Draxum's study is bigger now, and I think I added a fireplace? He absolutely has eight bazillion degrees and awards and he puts them ALL on his wall. He earned that shit, dammit.

His bedroom's nothing to write home about. It's comfortable, not luxurious. There's no electric lights because he prefers candlelight.

Just imagine that white bathroom counter stained with pink splotches from Draxum's hair dye.

I had BARELY done anything with the pool, but as you can see it is indeed a tank. Draxum was planning to keep a mutant or something in there.

I was actually in the process of redoing the entire greenery lol, but I think I did an okay job on 1.0. Not the mason jar lamps though, I'm not sure what I was thinking there.

Some pictures of Lab 1.0. The ooze-vine-thing looks terrible; I straight up haven't even started to recreate it in 2.0. I pushed back Draxum's alchemy area and gave him an actual medical bay in the back, which is where The Table would have been located.

That's mostly Gale's area on the left, I think it still broadly looks this way? I didn't put in stuff like the robotics table because it just looked silly-and besides, we're not actually playing this build. We know Galois only needs two hands and a welder to make a robot.

I will leave you off with a slightly more clutterfied Gale's room! Oh, but also, I GOT PURPLE CC CURTAINS FOR HIM. :D After I took this picture, but just know he has them now. He has no reason to have them because he does not have a window, but I'm happy for him.

#okay i did not intend to spend an hour doing this #i was gonna post the next chapter tonight but i don't think that's going to be happening no #not much of a surprise it needed a lot of work and i've been dragging my heels on it #doth asks

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dollarbin · 5 months ago

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The Dollar Bin at 100

It seems fitting that I should begin this, my 100th post in The Dollar Bin, with some heartfelt apologies.

Dear Wife,

I'm sorry my records are here, there and everywhere. But they are changing my life with a wave of... nevermind. I'm also sorry I cranked Empire Burlesque while you were doing yoga.

Dear Hipster Staff At My Record Store,

I'm sorry I consistently get your hopes up by amassing a fat stack of records that wind up costing just $16 total. When you hand me back all my new Bonnie Raitt and Mama Cass and say "have fun" with zero conviction I know that what you really mean is "you and your collection seriously suck mister." I hear you, hipster. I hear you.

Dear Famous Brother,

I'm sorry I copied your ass by writing a music blog, and I'm sorry my blog debases your entire professional field. I'm also sorry for occasionally schooling and lambasting you in print. Check that: I'm not sorry at all, broheim. I'm giggling.

Dear Stephen Stills,

I'm so sorry for all the mean things I have said about... forget it, I can't do it. Hey Stills: you still suck.

Dear Reader,

That's you! I'm sorry about all my typos and my complete lack of conciseness. I'm also sorry that Sandy Saturdays are often posted on Wednesdays, and that I almost only write about white people from 50 years ago. And yes, I acknowledge that I've written way more about Ringo more than any other Beatle. Way more. But I refuse to apologize for that fact.

Okay, now what?

I know:

Here's a handy guide, complete with links, for every silly thing I've written about in 100 posts.

I started this whole thing out of the blue last August by going on and on about a Joan Baez record no one else on earth currently listens to. Then I argued that Jerry Jeff Walker's voice cracks are high art. Clearly I had a target audience of about 15 people.

Even so, a few of my posts struck a bit of a chord, bringing in new readers like all of you - and I'm glad you are here! There was the time I explained how John Darnielle of The Mountain Goats taught me how to cook; people also liked when I shouted about the greatness that is The Roches. (My second piece on the Roches was a bit less of a smash, but oh well...).

Occasionally I've had some ideas to express. Listen to the Doors. Judy Collins rocks. Linda Ronstadt is the greatest artist in the Dollar Bin and sings pretty great backup. Gordon Lightfoot went electric. Emmylou Harris sings the best Jesus music. Steeleye Span did not ruin music; indeed they're often obscurely brilliant.

And sometimes I've just entertained myself by my writing about Dead Skunks in the middle of the road, Cat Stevens comedic skills or the links I contrived between Sandy Denny and Biz Markie.

There's also been some (silly and possibly inebriated) fury. Take the times when I laid waste to my famous brother's Dylan and Stephen Stills claims, or the days when I unleashed my wrath on Roger McGuinn, Graham Nash and Grace Slick.

Somehow Stephen Stills comes up quite a bit.

And yeah, I write a whole lot about Neil Young. I used his first, unappreciated record to introduce my whole Shakey Sundays project, then I moved on to trash The Monsanto Years, quibble with Peace Train, reclaim Living With War, scratch my head over Life, and shout about the glories of Ragged Glory on not just on one, but two, and then three different occasions. I also used Old Ways as a vehicle for describing some fairly reprehensible parenting on my part, considered The Shocking Pinks, quivered in the face of the greatness that is Odeon / Budokan, reported on Neil's current tour, compared Neil to my own father through Before and After, ignored him and focused instead on Richie Furray, had a mellow Sunday while listening to Comes a Time and screamed about Eldorado.

What's more, I complained about Young's attention to detail in Landing on Water, survived him on wacko safari in Earth, had fever dreams during a covid case, made big claims about After the Goldrush and discovered over two very different posts that I was grown up enough to finally appreciate Time Fades Away. The whole project is pretty never ending in that Young puts out a new record just about once a month and I've got a long way to go.

Sandy Denny has been my other major focus, and for good reason. After all, she should have had a hit in 67, is a lyrical equal to Dylan and Young, recorded some very sweet demos, scorned Pete Townsend, fronted her own band long before the public was ready for that level of feminist power, made the soundtrack for a movie no one has ever seen, provided parents with a I-love-you-now-go-to-sleep anthem, backed up Richard Thompson on the song that should be featured in all graduations, showed off her pop music pipes, is impossible to find performing live on the internet, and had her songs mangled by Fairport Convention except when she was making improved, vastly improved and then perfect music with them, even when it was about meat products left out in nature.

Then we had World Party week with one, two, three, four, five and then six different posts to honor the passing of one of my favorite artists from the 80s/90s, Karl Wallinger. RIP Karl.

Probably too often I wrote about my own pedestrian biography more than the music itself. That happened with Uncle Tupelo, and in big ways with Tom Petty's lost-to-me second record, Shakey's Re-ac-tor and Nelson Sings Kristofferson. Oh yeah and there was the time I melted all my new records...

One great thing about the blog is that it forces me to actually listen to all my records. And so my appreciation grew for some artists like Mickey Newberry (here and here), Bonnie Raitt, June Tabor, and Randy Newman

There are plenty of other artists that I'm just getting started with: Cat Stevens, Paul Simon, Van Morrison, Linda Thompson, The Incredible String Band, Stevie Nicks, Dump/Yo La Tengo, Carole King and Roger Miller will all deserve many future posts.

Finally, there are a few posts that I am pretty proud of.

There's the deep dives I took on Kris Kristofferson and Lord Franklin's connections to my own biography, and I'm glad I connected Ian Matthews to Richard Thompson and the terrible suffering in Gaza.

Plus, I think my first big piece on Dylan was alright, Ma. And I had a lovely weekend morning listening to Jonathan Richman.

And finally, I'm proud of my Sandy Denny piece on songs that birth worlds and another rambling meditation about her that included CS&N fighting over a sandwich.

Okay, you did it: you read a whole post about posts. Thank you so much for supporting my self-indulgent blog people. I really appreciate it.

#stephen stills sucks #shakey sundays #sandy saturdays #nickel bin!#gloom and doom from the tomb

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