#different stages of life au

[shatteredsilverwing]

Different Stages of Life AU - Sephiroth vs. Genesis

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It has been two months since Sephiroth and Angel had their first day at school and joined the 1st grade. Even better, they both visited the same class! And Sephiroth and Angel also managed to persuade their teacher to let them sit next to each other, which was the icing on the cake. But… Though they’re the best of friends and care deeply for each other, they were different as day and night. While Angel never had any trouble socialising with other people due to her outgoing and bold demeanour, Sephiroth was the exact opposite of it: shy, reclusive and always had difficulties expressing himself.

Angel was his safe haven when he needed a break from interacting with others or when he got bullied back in kindergarten. She was his refuge he could always return to whenever he felt his emotions and surroundings becoming too much to bear. Not that she wasn’t anymore, but a new chapter of life also meant meeting a lot of new people and potential friends. A blessing for Angel, a nuisance for Sephiroth. And one of those nuisances in particular had a name: Genesis. Genesis was about 3 months younger than Angel and Sephiroth and quite a feisty boy with a demanding personality which made him stand out from the crowd. Whenever there was a fight, you could be damn sure that he was involved. Whenever you heard a child rebelling against a person of authority, it was Genesis.

Usually, Sephiroth would ignore him since they didn’t have any points of contact to begin with. Yet there was one big problem: He and Angel instantly became good friends. So naturally, she and Genesis spent a lot of time with each other, much to Sephiroth’s dismay. No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn’t figure out what she liked about him. He was loud, an obnoxious brat, reckless and, not to mention, impudent. One day when they were on recess, Sephiroth planned on spending time with Angel outside to which she happily agreed. They chose to play skip, which was one of their favourite games to play. A few minutes later, Genesis came running towards them. Or, running to Angel, rather; completely ignoring Sephiroth. “Hey, Angel! Do you want to play tag with me? You still owe me a rematch y’know!”, he shouted at her. But not because he was angry. He was such a full bundle of energy that he didn’t know where to go with it. “I know that I do! But I’m already playing skip with Sephiroth so… You will have to keep waiting~” Genesis looked at Sephiroth, who tried his best to keep his facial expression as neutral as possible. He didn’t want him to know that he was a nuisance to him. Genesis however didn’t even make the effort to hide his sneer. “Playing skip, huh? I can see why YOU are playing it, Angel, but I can’t see why he should play it. That’s only for girls~” Sephiroth blushed slightly in embarrassment and quickly looked away from him and over to Angel. She noticed his embarrassment and immediately hit back at Genesis in his stead. “Maybe. But Sephiroth is very skilled at it! Even better than me, not to mention you. You could never beat him~”

If there was one thing Genesis couldn’t stand, it was someone who was better than him. It didn’t even matter in what regard, he just hated to come second place, so it wasn’t a surprise that he fell for Angel’s deliberate provocation.

“I can beat him easily. It’s not that tricky”, he talked back as he nonchalantly walked towards Sephiroth and came dangerously close to him, which made him antsy on the spot, “you want me to prove it?” “Leave him alone, Genesis! He doesn’t have to prove anything to you!”, Angel tried to step in, but that only resulted in a more spiteful grin from the addressed person.

“So he’s a chicken! Too scared that you will hurt yourself? Or are you too scared to lose against me?” Sephiroth decided that enough was enough. He gathered all his courage and glared back at the smirking boy. Angel got a little scared to see her dear friend looking at someone like that… She didn’t like it one bit.

“You’ll be sorry once I’m done with you.”

Angel and Genesis both were so flabbergasted by his unexpectedly blunt reply that none of them held him back when he tied one end of the skipping rope onto the metal pole that was connected to a basketball hoop. Once he made sure that the skipping rope was firmly tied around it, he turned to Angel and gave her the other end of the rope. “You don’t have to prove anything to him, Sephy… Just let him talk”, she told him while she grabbed the rope carefully, looking at him with genuine concern.

She’s never seen him like this before and it frightened her. Normally, Sephiroth would just take her hand and skedaddle with her somewhere else so they can mind their own business. Yet something was different this time… He came across as cold as ice and it made Angel literally shiver.

“You want me to prove it?”, Sephiroth spat at Genesis, “sure. But since you asked so nicely, you can go first.”

With a self confident smirk, Genesis gladly stepped forward to position himself next to the rope, ready to skip. Angel slowly counted to 3 and then started to swing the rope. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… After the 10th jump, Genesis tripped and fell onto the ground. “I got 10 jumps! Bet you can’t beat that!”, he yelled proudly and walked over to Sephiroth, who seemed completely unimpressed by his accomplishment.

Instead of making the effort to reply, Sephiroth simply walked over to the rope and positioned himself. He gave Angel a nod to signify that he’s ready to skip. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5…

Sephiroth beat Genesis’ record with ease, managing to reach 25 jumps in total.

Not only Angel was impressed by his record, but Genesis as well which made him furious. The fact that he also had a big mouth before made his embarrassment even worse. Sephiroth stepped over to him and simply shrugged. “The next time you want to beat me, pick a challenge where you actually can.”

And with those words, he left Genesis flat and took Angel’s hand to escape from the scenery to finally spend some time with her alone. While they were taking a stroll through the recess yard, they didn’t let go of each other's hands. None of them said a word and simply enjoyed each other’s presence, until Angel spoke up. “Sephy…”, she sheepishly called out his name, “your record at skipping was amazing, but… You really didn’t have to prove yourself to him. To anyone…”

“I just didn’t like it when he called me a chicken in front of you…” he admitted hesitantly with a slight blush on his face, “b-besides, I can’t stand how he’s riding the high horse all the time! He’s so conceited!”

His remark about Genesis made Angel burst out in laughter. As a result, she gained a baffled gaze from Sephiroth. “So you felt embarrassed because he called you chicken? You don’t have to, because I know that you’re not. Actually… You were pretty brave and cool when you challenged him and won…” Her compliment made him feel overjoyed and also a little proud. He smiled bashfully at her and stepped closer to her, taking her other hand into his gently. “I was only brave because you always were. I think you’re rubbing off on me.” Angel’s face lit up in sheer happiness when he told her that, making her all giddy with excitement. So much, in fact, that she gave him a small smoochie on his cheek. With a pounding heart, he was just about to return her sweet gesture, yet the school bell upset his plan to do so.

“Awww, now we have to go back to class… We haven’t had the time to play together now…”, Angel sulked while she looked at Sephiroth.

“Don’t worry, we’ll just play together next break time!”

[totalswagisland]

design of ~middle school age bridgette. her fashion style can only be described as "tropical adam sandler"

[puppetmaster13u]

Y'know how they canonically don't know if Jason or Cass is technically older than the other? What if

Possessed doll AU belongs to @phoenixcatch7 so go check them out <3

[bonefall]

do the starclan angels get to taste the culinary evolutions their descendants cook up? do they ever watch their great grandkids salting something and think "damn that looks agreeable"

Sadly there are downsides to being dead. They can still eat and cook the prey in StarClan offerings, but they can't taste of the mortal plane any longer.

There is ONE exception. Sacrificial offerings can be tasted. Tasting these offerings as a spirit can sometimes have... unintended effects.

Nothing magical, but suddenly, it hits you again that the afterlife isn't the same as being alive. There's flavors you haven't experienced in years. Mass returns to your lips and paws. You realize that you aren't breathing, and for a twinge of a second, your chest surges with the warmth of a beating heart.

Angels who died young are usually alarmed and unsettled by eating such offerings, and won't partake more than once. To others it's a comfort. Many cry after their first experience, so perhaps, unknowingly for the living, it's why it's so common to make food sacrifices during droughts.

[honeybard]

what if I drew my pokemon aus instead of just thinking about them (wip... in varying levels of quality lol)

[biillys]

uhhh yo i'm thinkin about. tommy and eddie not Getting each other but Dealing with each other becos of billy. but then somehow without even realising, they actually become pals too. hashtag billy's impact.

then ofc billy + eddie + tommy bestie-ism. becos i want it.

anyway. rewind becos we need to talk about billy + tommy and billy + eddie first before we slap tommy + eddie together

billy initially hating tommy when he first rolled into town, thinking he was kind of pathetic for how he was acting about harrington ditching him, and thinking he was just genuinely like. trying too fucking hard. trying to hard to be liked, to get attention, to get his fucking peers approval. billy already knew. high school didn't fucking matter. other kids approval and opinions didn't mean shit. everyone was fake as fuck. he just had to make it ‘til graduation, then he'd be fucking gone.

but then. he somehow ends up getting roped into joining tommy and his family for dinner one night, becos he's unable to say no to tommy's mom who asked him, and suddenly, he's seeing tommy in a whole new light.

he didn't know that tommy had a fucking baseball teams worth of siblings, and was the 3rd eldest. he watches as tommy cuts up his baby sisters dinner, pulling faces at his little brother next to her the entire time to make him laugh. listens as the entire table actually talks and interacts with each other, how his twin little sisters ask about when carol's coming over next, and how his mom cuts in and asks if carol's appointment went okay the other day and if she was feeling better. watches as him and his older brother clear the table without even being asked, their mom moving to start bath time for the kids under six. can't remember the last time he sat at a dinner table with an entire family and felt warm. like what dinner's look like they feel like in the movies.

after, when he's walking down the hallway to tommy's room, he sees all the pictures of him and harrington. they're all over the the wall, some not even having tommy in them, just steve and other members of the family cheesing at the camera from basically fucking diapers all the way up til last year. that's when he realises. tommy and steve weren't just school friends. steve was fucking family. and he left. over a fucking girl.

suddenly, billy gets it. he fucking Gets it. gets what it's like to have a family member walk out, with little to no explanation or reason, or for the worst fucking reason of all. to have everyone in the world expect you to just be fucking okay with it, like your entire world hasn't just changed, like you aren't eating dinner with one less plate setting now, like birthdays aren't suddenly forevermore gonna be one person short. he fucking gets it.

tommy looks embarrassed, though, when he catches billy eyeing the pictures, the red so obvious on his cheeks, and it feels like this is the first time billy's seen him without the act he puts on at school. billy just gives him a slight nod, then walks past the bathroom and flirts with his mom, feeling good about the way tommy groans behind him.

billy makes more of an effort after that, and tommy stops trying so hard.

maybe one night, after a slightly wild party at some cheerleader's house, him and tommy split to get some food from benny's, walking the whole way cos they're both not in any condition to drive, and tommy ends up spilling the details of what actually happened between him and steve. not just the shit that's been spreading around school, either. the real shit.

billy listens, still slightly drunk and definitely fucking high, and ends up vaguely mentioning his mom. he cuts himself off quickly though, cos even when he's wasted he knows not to expose himself like that. but tommy looks at him, and he nods, and he moves the conversation along.

they get close, after that.

they don't cling to each other at school, with tommy usually floating between anyone and everyone, carol leading the way, and billy only gracing the basketball table with his presence maybe once a week, the other days ditching to his car or hiding out under bleachers becos he’s sick and tired of people, but out of school, they're a bit more attached. 

tommy's mom loves billy, and apparently, so do his siblings. well–the younger ones do, at least. the teens and the two older two seem unfazed by him at best, and wary of him at worst. that's probably fair though, considering his reputation. 

it takes less than a month for billy to clock the fact that tommy doesn’t seem to “get” music. tommy says he considers it something you put on in the background while you do shit, just to have some noise, and billy pulls the car over immediately and gives him a wild look. he pulls out a mixed cd from the glovebox that has a decent chunk of his favourite songs, and when tommy says he's never heard a single one, billy loses his fucking mind for fifteen minutes straight before promising him that before the years out, tommy will understand music. 

tommy just agrees, having learnt early on that billy's gonna billy, and he's expressive and passionate about so fucking little, so seeing him get so worked up about something tommy considers so small is like. kind of fucking adorable. he sits there and listens as billy explains the difference between one band and the next and thinks–he's never actually heard billy sound so genuinely happy to be talking about something before, like his love for it is roots deep.

and then–there's eddie. 

he fucking hates billy on principal alone, at first. heard the talk and rumours about him from day one, his name even being whispered about by hellfire members, and instantly judged and stereotyped the fuck out of him. knows it's pretty pot, kettle–the whole hating each other becos stereotypes etc but like. no way this new california basketball guy isn't gonna tear eddie to shreds. there's no way.

so, he doesn't wait to see how billy treats him, just expects that he's gonna fuck with him the same way all the other assholes do, and writes him off as a waste of time, just like all the other jocks are.

gets the surprise of his life when billy not only acknowledges him publicly at a party, but also knows him by name and talks to him at school. usually, his crowd treats him like his social status is contagious, and keeps any interaction to a quick and private arrangement. except then he's walking down the corridor at school and his name is being yelled across the hall, and suddenly billy hargrove's standing in front of him, a kind of terrifying look on his face.

eddie rolls with it though, figures his buddies will catch him up to speed and explain the rules that keep things flowing around here, and billy'll never speak to him again.

that's not what happens, though. what happens is one of jason's dipshit besties throws an arm over billy's shoulder and laughs, calls eddie a freak like it's the funniest and most original insult to ever exist, and tells billy that they don't actually have to talk to him, that they can get anything they want from samson's older brother who's back from college.

billy shrugs the guy off, "you mean that shit that you were sharing around at patrick's last week? yeah, fuck that. at least munson's shit is good."

eddie watches the scene unfold with slight interest, but writes billy off again when he walks away with the crowd, having gotten the information he needed.

charges him double and a half when billy eventually tracks him down behind the school, and billy gives him a flat look but still hands over the money.

"that the standard price, or you just being a little bitch about it?"

"whatever you wanna tell yourself, short guy."

billy rolls his eyes, but takes the baggie eddie hands him and walks away, flipping him the bird over his shoulder as he goes.

eddie watches him leave and shakes his head. thinks, at least that'll be the last of it.

feels his eyes widen slightly the next week when billy rocks up again, money already in hand.

"price has actually went up this week, sorry man. must've forgot to send you the newsletter," eddie shrugs, walking straight past him and dumping his bag on the table.

"fuckin–seriously? you seriously pulling this shit?"

eddie gets his little tin lunch box out of his bag, not even sparing him a glance.

"supply and demand, gotta make a buck, you know how it is," eddie shrugs again and waits to hear billy's footsteps walk away. that doesn't happen. instead, he hears billy take a deep breath, mutter a fucksake under his breath, then hears his footsteps approach.

"well, how much is it this week, then?"

eddie looks at him over his shoulder, then turns around fully, a slow grin growing on his face. "how much you got?"

watches the flash of anger and frustration cross over billy's face before he seems to reign himself in.

"just–just give me my fucking shit, munson, i swear to god."

eddie just watches him and waits, letting him sweat a bit, before grinning at him, all teeth, then turns back around.

he grabs some things from his little stash then slaps three baggies in billy's hand.

billy clenches his fist around it, before taking another calming breath, then nods.

"how much?"

"same as last week."

billy gives him a look, and eddie snorts.

"supply and demand," he shrugs again, twirling his hair.

billy huffs, slapping the money down on the table.

eddie winks at him.

billy becomes a pretty regular customer after that, even though he looks at eddie like he thinks he’s batshit crazy most days. doesn't stop him from asking for his phone number though, complaining that sneaking notes in lockers is fucking corny. 

next thing eddie knows, billy’s rocking up at his trailer and banging on his door, inviting himself in. eddie would like to pretend to give more of a fuck, but honestly, billy isn't actually that bad. and uncle wayne fucking loves him for some reason.

billy clocks his guitar on his second visit, and sniffs out his fucking heart wide crush on chrissy cunningham on the fourth, and eddie never knows peace affer that. 

it’s a bright as fuck day when billy finally figures out a way to merge his two worlds and get both eddie and tommy into the same place at the same time, and it happens purely by his own intervention.

billy's driving tommy home when eddie’s van mysteriously breaks down, and he calls for a lift. billy eyes his glovebox, where he’s stashed a small but important part of eddies engine, and thinks hell fuckin’ yeah your van’s broke down.

he smirks into his phone as he listens to eddie stress, quickly checking on his passenger as he thinks about the way eddie’s face always screws up whenever he mentions him, and how tommy always looks downright uncomfortable every time he mentions spending time at munson’s trailer. 

but. here's the thing. he doesn't give a fuck. what he does give a fuck about is splitting his time between the two, like a fucking child of divorce, when he could simply just hang out with them both at once, them all chilling together. of course, that involes playing matchmaker. or just like. force them into getting stockholm syndrome about each other or some shit. but whatever. as long as something works. he’s not picky.

he flips his turn signal on and does a u-turn, shrugging when tommy asks where they’re going.

when he pulls up behind eddie’s van, tommy’s face does something complicated, and billy holds back a snort. he gives tommy one last sideway glance before climbing out and going to find eddie.

“what’s the damage?” he calls out, walking up to the front.

“fuck if i know, man. i look after her the best i can, but she’s old as shit and high maintenance, and i’m fucking broke,” eddie says from the front seat where he’s been waiting, looking at billy like maybe he’ll know the answer.

“just leave it. i’ll come back later and have a look. got a passenger though, so. we gotta go,” billy waves his hand dismissively before nodding his head towards his car.

“oh shit, little red’s here?” eddie asks, hopping out and walking alongside him.

billy snorts. “worse.”

eddie opens the back passenger door and ducks down to look before standing straight back up. 

“tell me you’re joking,” he says, sounding fucking pained.

billy laughs. “get in the fucking car, freak.”

it’s the most awkward and uncomfortable drive he’s had since he got his own car, and he spends most of the time trying to make fucking conversation with them both only for them to give him stilted and one word answers back.

“holy fuck,” billy breaks, pulling up in front of tommy’s house. he locks the car doors before anyone can split and turns in his seat. “what���s the big deal between you two? it can’t be that fucking bad. you’re both like–harmless. fucking bitchy, and definitely petty, and both fucking dramatic, but like. harmless. what’s the beef?”

tommy stays silent, making sure to look anywhere but them, while eddie leans forward to look between them. he looks from billy, to tommy, then back to billy.

“just–history,” eddie sighs, giving tommy a look.

billy stares blankly between them both. “history,” he deadpans back.

“well, we have went to school together for most of our lives, even been in most of the same classes in high school,” eddie reasons, sounding offended that billy’s not getting it.

“boo hoo, he stole your lunch money,” billy bitches back, giving eddie a bewildered look, “move past it. you’re like, 20, dude.”

eddie gives him an incredulous look right back, and billy shrugs, unlocking the car doors. tommy bolts.

“christ, man. you don’t get it,” eddie starts after he’s jumped in the front seat and they’ve started to drive away, “you haven't been at the bottom of the food chain.”

billy raises an eyebrow at him, ‘cause like fuck has he never been at the bottom of the food chain, and eddie fucking knows that. billy’s turned up at his trailer enough times now after a run in with his dad for eddie to have put the pieces together.

“that’s fucking different, don’t even try to compare,” eddie shoots back instantly, throwing his arms out.

“yeah, ‘cause one’s fucking high school bullshit, and one’s my fucking homelife. like, dude. come on, seriously? he bullied you? i fucking bully you.”

“yeah but you bully me because you want to fuck me, he bullied me for like–fucking everything. living in a trailer, hellfire club,” he starts listing, “my parents and all that bullshit–my fucking band–”

“yeah, and i tried to fuck your uncle last week,” billy cuts him off, sitting there and giving him a blank look. 

eddie looks scandalised before a smile starts to crack, a slight laugh coming out. “you are such a fucking asshole.”

billy laughs right back, making an illegal turn and flooring it, “fuck you, i’m your hottest fucking customer. now, let’s go fix your fucking van.”

“tommy ain’t that bad,” billy tries again as he puts eddies van back into working condition, pulling the piece he took out earlier from his jacket and putting it back in the engine, eddie none the wiser sitting in the driver's seat.

eddie raises his eyebrows at him when he pops up to look at him over the hood, “uh huh. sure. tommy hagen’s got a heart of gold.”

billy rolls his eyes then bends back over, fixing up the last few things before slamming the hood shut.

“seriously. he’s like, chill, once you get to know him. he pissed me off too when i first met him. then, i actually gave him the time of day, and now–” billy shrugs, wiping his hands and smearing some grease around, then walking around to eddie’s door.

“why the hell do you care so much–what? you want us to all share friendship bracelets? want us to jam together?” eddie questions, looking at billy through his rolled down window.

billy lets out a deep breath. “‘cause. we’re almost graduated, we’re basically fucking adults, and i don't want to spend my fucking summer having to divide my days going between you both because you guys can’t get over shit from middle school. we were all fuckin’ pricks when we were twelve. luckily, you two both grew out of it, but i sure as shit didn't. so, either learn to get along, or i’ll make you fucking get along.”

billy pulls out a pack of smokes, gets one out, gives eddie a salute, then lights up and walks away.

billy’s words bounce around in his head the following days, and when billy tells him to meet him at his car after school three days later and he rocks up to tommy and carol fucking perkins sitting in the back seat, eddie stops for a minute before standing tall, then throws himself into the front passenger seat.

billy smiles his most angelic smile at him, and when eddie turns around, tommy won’t meet his eye. carol smirks at him and pops her bubblegum. “‘sup, eddie.”

eddie didn't even know she knew his name. he lifts his hand in a weird little wave before turning back around and facing the road. “fuck you,” he mutters under his breath, sinking down in his seat.

billy laughs and drops his hand to rest on eddie’s knee, squeezing it. “we’re gonna have fun, baby,” he mumbles back.

after a few blocks, billy pulls up to benny’s diner and cuts the engine.

“you said ‘meet me at my car, it’s important’,” eddie deadpans, looking around the busy carpark in the peak of the after school rush, tommy and carol already getting out.

“yeah,” billy deadpans right back, eyes looking fucking gleeful, “after school milkshakes. most important part of the day.”

“you’re lactose intolerant,” eddie breathes out disbelievingly as they both reach for their car doors.

“i know,” billy grins, pushing his door open and stepping out, then turning around and leaning in, “now let’s go, hot stuff.”

and maybe one day i'll finish this. oops.

[cluescorner]

Randomized Robins AU - Ages + Worst Trait Exercise:

Steph (25):

Says her worst trait is her murderous rages (she is exaggerating for dramatic/comedic effect, she’s killed 3 people tops and for very good reason)

Thinks her worst trait is her spitefulness (one of the few traits she definitely got from her father + one that prevents her from fixing her relationships and living her best possible life. She’ll refuse to interact with someone she dearly loves after an argument (happens significantly less after Tim’s death) or will say things she knows are hurtful just for the sake of having the last word. This trait will worsen in some ways as the list of people who have wronged her and those she loves grows, but will also ease up as she matures and realizes the harm it’s doing to her relationships with those she loves most.)

Her worst trait really is her spitefulness

Cass (26)

Says her worst trait is her self-righteousness (she believes that her goals are righteous and, as a result, she is righteous. Cass becomes very defensive whenever someone questions the mission and often does not second-guess herself. This is a trait she only develops later in life as she grows closer to Bruce/learns to understand herself more/starts to love herself more. But she knows she isn’t perfect and when somebody she trusts criticizes something she is doing she is willing to listen. She just usually isn’t the one to START the introspection.) 

Thinks her worst trait is her self-righteousness. 

Her worst trait actually is her obsessiveness (she gets it from Bruce and, while not as bad as him, she will easily become preoccupied with her night-life and the mission if someone isn’t there to pull her back. She will do this to the point of self-destruction and it hurts her relationships with the people she loves, especially Steph.)

Tim (24)

Says his worst trait is his spitefulness (he actively rejects the idea of mending his relationships with the older members of the family and this causes him to also lack good relationships with the younger ones)

Thinks his worst trait is his obsessiveness (similar to Cass, if he gets fixated on a task or idea he will neglect everything else in his life in order to dedicate more time to it. Unlike Cass, he will almost never be dragged away from it unless Pierrot snatches control of the body and forces them to take care of themself.)

His worst trait actually is how manipulative he is (the KING of guilt-tripping and using people’s emotions against them. He’ll do whatever he needs to do to get what he wants, he’s not above crocodile tears. And he will do it to whoever he needs (or wants) to with little care for how his actions impact others.)

Pierrot (Insists: “Age doesn’t apply to me! And even if it did, I'd probably be the oldest. Or the youngest! I’d never be a middle child, though.” Mental assessments by the Bats have put him around 21, with a margin of error of 3 years. Pierrot has called this “blatant character assassination by my eternal rival!”)

Says his worst trait is that he is an irredeemable psychopath without any regard for the wellbeing of others (this is a lie and everyone who's important to him understands this). 

Thinks his worst trait is his parasitic nature (he literally would not exist had Tim not suffered the way he did. Plus he is a living reminder of one of the worst things that happened to many of his loved ones. He is a parasite injected into a functional person's body and contributes to his continued suffering. This is also a largely incorrect judgement of himself, caused by his actual worst trait.)

His worst trait actually is his limited sense of self (he doesn’t really know who he is outside of ‘inheritor to the legacy of the Joker (a man he despises yet also views as a father)’ and ‘chip in Tim’s brain that became sentient’. He slowly develops an identity over the course of his life and relationships with other people, but he lacks the foundations of identity that most people have. Pierrot will often almost become a caricature of himself and what others perceive him to be because it's the only person he knows how to be. This causes wild swings in how he behaves and relates to others, sometimes to the detriment of himself and others.)

Dick (17) 

Says his worst trait is his clinginess (he is a very extraverted person who likes to be around others, which mixed with his fear of abandonment after his parents died means that if he goes a few days without seeing/talking to a friend he will get very anxious.)

Thinks his worst trait is his anger issues (he gets ticked off very easily and will explode on people. He’s kind at his core and is usually very nice, but he has a temper that can escalate significantly. Spoiler (and later Twist) help him channel this anger into something positive.)

His worst trait actually is his anger issues.

Barbara (18)

Says her worst trait is her disability (internalized ableism, she thinks of herself as less valuable than the other Bats because she cannot be out there in the capes like they can. She will grow out of this as she matures and as she learns how invaluable her support for the team is.)  

Thinks her worst trait is her disability 

Her worst trait actually is her overly-independent nature (In an attempt to overcompensate for everything she can no longer do, she has resolved to do literally everything that she possibly can without any help from others. This results in many instances where she either takes on too much and winds up not being able to fully realize any of her tasks or where she makes her life and the lives of others significantly harder by refusing help when offered/not asking for it when she needs it.)

Damian (16)

Says his worst trait is his perfectionism (he is overly critical of both himself and others, taking any flaw or problem and amplifying it to an absurd degree. This is due in part to his life with the LoA (where even a brief misstep could lead to death), in part to how others treated him initially as Spoiler (any flaw was fixated on and used as a reason to either mistrust him or portray him as unworthy of the mantle), and in part due to the fact that he is Bruce’s son (the only person with worse perfectionism problems than Damian). Gradually, Damian has improved in this regard but it’s still a massive barrier to both his own happiness and his relationships with others.)

Thinks his worst trait is his perfectionism 

His worst trait actually is his perfectionism

Duke (16)

Says his worst trait is his definitely-real secret evil side (says this as a ‘my dad is a villain so who knows??’ joke)

Thinks his worst trait is his impulsivity in his words (Sometimes he will crack a joke or say a remark without thinking it through, leading to a LOT of hurt feelings and drama. He’ll say something without thinking it through and wind up seeming insensitive. This isn’t done because of malice, rather because Duke is someone who’s quick to act and speak. But while the mantle of Insight and his awakening powers have helped him with his actions, they do not always help with his loose tongue. As such, Duke gains an unfair reputation in the media as an instigator and will accidentally cause family drama through what he says.)

His worst trait actually is his impulsivity in his words

Jason (14)

Says his worst trait is his bad manners (he grew up on the streets and has no idea how rich-people society works, which he’s pretty insecure about considering he’s now the youngest kid of Bruce freaking Wayne). 

Thinks his worst trait is his reactiveness (Jason never got the privilege of planning ahead for various events in his life, so he instead needed to rely on being swift and harsh in how he could react to situations. It’s saved his life on multiple occasions and helps significantly in his role as Spoiler, but it can also lead to extreme overreactions (accidentally causing kidnapping scare after Jason ran away following a fight with Dick) and a struggle to plan things out ahead of time. As he grows more secure in his place in the family and in life, this trait will lessen but never fully dissipate.)

His worst trait actually is his reactiveness

[fitzrove]

Ok so I'm not 100% sure of this because the claim seems to come from known bad book (twilight of the empire) and this information is not stated in sources from before that (at least that i could find on a cursory search) but. Idk there's the whole thing about Rudolf shooting Mary (according to her wishes) and then apparently just sitting there for five or six hours. Like what was going through his mind. sexy fanfic idea

(Tw: discussion of suicide in the tags)

[bharv]

Enver Gortash is fully a man pushing if not actually fifty to me, HCs where he is my age make my head spin

[kneworder]

i have all these draft documents of half finished fics full of lines i love but that are so fundamentally flawed i can't figure out how to finish them and can't kill my darlings mercilessly enough to get past the roadblocks so i just reread them over and over and think damn this is kinda fire. wish it was anywhere near shareable.

[lexa-griffins]

So does Lexa get pregnant in your Drabble? I feel like the pill wouldn’t have done anything after that happening!

I mean, that's true 😂 but Lexa has just entered her slutty phase after college so she is very well protected because Lexa is a girls' girly and she was ready to fuck just every damn woman 😅

There will be a surprise pregnancy, but it's gonna take them about two years to get there! To be fair,Clarke and Niylah had spent so much time trying for Madi that Clarke almost forgot babies could be made in just one forgetful night 😂

[shatteredsilverwing]

Different Stages of Life AU - First Sleepover Pt. 1

It's the very first time that Angel stayed at Sephiroth's place for a sleepover. Of course, he's very nervous about it, but also happy in a way? But first, let's see how it all came to be. And I kind of have a hunch whose idea it was~ Words: 1,138 words Characters: 6,248 characters

Sephiroth found himself in a distressful situation and Mother Jenova couldn't help herself to feel joyous about it. The reason for that was, once again, Angel, who happened to catch him unawares at the kindergarten the other day.

Every Monday, the children got the opportunity to freely share their adventures of their weekends in their respective morning circle. Angel chose to tell everyone about how much fun she had spending her weekend alone with her grandmother. They had gone on an excursion at the local zoo and her stepfather even permitted her to take her camera with her to take pictures of the animals. Later that day when she was playing house with two of her friends, she had the marvellous idea to spend another weekend with someone she liked. Despite the fact that she was technically every child’s best friend, she would gladly choose one significant boy anytime above everyone else: Sephiroth. He was in the habit of making himself scarce, which made it hard for other children to find him. However, the good thing was that Angel seemed to be the only one who knew where to look. Even if she didn’t, she would track him down until she found him. But such drastic measures weren’t necessary since she knew Sephiroth well enough by now to know all of his secret places. And it wasn’t a surprise at all that she eventually found him at his most favourite spot in the whole kindergarten: the book corner.

If there was something Sephiroth hated the most, it was being disturbed while reading. Especially when he was slouching in his favourite armchair. And, yes, he may have made an exception for Angel, but that didn’t mean that she could enjoy the privilege of fools. To his cost, she played that card a bit too often… First, she slowly crawled up behind his armchair, and then jumped up to cover his eyes with her tiny hands to surprise him. “Guess who!”, she shouted while giggling playfully. With an exasperated sigh, Sephiroth dropped his book down on his lap and leaned his head back slightly. “It’s you Angel”, he replied, stretching the vocal “e” in her name in the most annoyed tone of voice he could muster, “I told you not to disturb me when I’m reading… What do you want?” With an insulted pout, she let go and stomped around the armchair to face him, letting herself fall on the cushioned stool in front of him. “You know, you could really put more work into your courtesy, Sephy.” “And you could really put more work into respecting other people’s privacy, but here we are.” If this was a cartoon, you could’ve seen the steam hissing out of Angel’s ears. She glared angrily at his impish smile, which almost made her ready to burst any minute.

Sephiroth’s bluntness and quick-witted responses constantly managed to catch her off guard, yet she could never be mad at him for some reason. It was a trait she admired about him and sometimes she secretly wished to be like him as well in that regard, instead of resorting to violence at the slightest provocation.

But she didn’t seek him out to squabble with him, so she quickly picked up the conversation where they left off. “A-ny-way, I wanted to ask you something. This morning, I talked about my weekend with grandma…”

Sephiroth only gave away a short “Uh-huh” while he switched his attention back to the book he was reading. Angel gracefully ignored it and continued speaking. “And I had much fun spending time with her, we even went to the zoo and saw a lot of animals!” Instead of giving her a proper response, Sephiroth simply kept silent and continued listening to her. It might not have looked that way, but even if he was occupied by something else, he still found the energy to listen to her. And Angel got the hint, so she speaked further. “And now, you see… I had this idea…” Like a scalded cat, Sephiroth’s head shot up and looked at her. His eyes squinted while he slowly set down his book on his lap again. Whenever Angel started a sentence like that, he always had a hunch that it meant trouble. “... How much time do I have to run and hide?” “You’re so mean! It’s not like all of my ideas are bad! … Only a few maybe… B-But this one isn’t, I promise! I’m serious this time! I thought of spending this weekend with you… And maybe I could also stay at your place…?” The confidence Angel had built up for this conversation seemed to vanish into thin air all of a sudden. She felt her cheeks burning brightly, and that right in front of him! It was so embarrassing for her at that moment that she wished she could just disappear off the face of the earth. A feeling she’s unfamiliar with since she used to be so bold and brave in front of everyone. But with Sephiroth… It felt different somehow… Sephiroth was flabbergasted as he expected everything else, just not that. Angel has never visited him before and on top of that, it would be the very first time someone would visit him at all!

The poor boy neither knew what to say, nor could he say what made his heart beating faster right now. Was it happiness? Or was it because he was on the edge of panicking? However, the overwhelming silence made this situation more awkward than it already was, so Angel promptly began to speak yet again. “It’s okay if you don’t want to! I just thought-” “No!”, he abruptly cut her off mid sentence, “I… I’d love to spend this weekend with you…”

Angel’s face lit up in excitement; her cheeks still glowing in a delicate rose, while Sephiroth’s gaze turned down to the floor, his cheeks burning in a deep red. With a playful giggle, she dashed over to Sephiroth and almost knocked him over along with the armchair, and trapped him into a tight embrace.

He accepted her embrace and even returned it, though he was worried that she might hear his deafening heartbeat. In fact, his heart was beating so fast that he felt as if it jumped out of his chest any second. “We just have to ask our Mommy and Daddy first though… But I’m sure that my Daddy doesn’t mind!” Angel’s voice and her bouncing brought him back to the here and now. He took a deep breath, trying to ease his nervousness that still ran through his body. Before he answered her, he nodded slightly.

“I-I don’t think my Mother would mind either. She will be happy if you visit us. A-And me too…”

“Alright! Let’s make it a weekend to remember!”

[kurthorton-moving]

this isnt an au ive talked ab on the dash much its mostly been written on discord but i am thinking heavily about the au where kurt spends his entire teenage years kidnapped and finally escapes a little while after he turned eighteen and the way he has to adjust to the shift in his life from being hostage and conditioned into the lifestyle he lived vs freedom and rediscovering the world and more importantly rediscovering himself

[maddymoreau]

Me before playing Bioshock: I’m going to selfship with all the Big Daddy.

Me after playing Bioshock: I’m going to selfship with one Big Daddy but turn him into OC with a unique backstory on why he came to Rapture and why he was turned into a Big Daddy. While also creating/exploring multiple aus where he ends up as other types of Big Daddy for different reasons.

[inamindfarfaraway]

I had to do Team Batgirl. Babs is Oracle, Cass is Black Bat and Steph is Batgirl as per pre-New 52. Remember, the core drive of each emotion is benevolent, no matter how bad they feel. Sadness is responsible for empathy, sympathy and asking for help; Fear wants to keep us and what we care about safe; Anger wants things to be fair; and Disgust wants to protect us from physical, social or moral contamination. They're all the basis for more complex emotions and processes, e.g. Fear enables forethought and common sense for risk evaluation, Anger inspires courage and bold, direct action and Disgust is highly involved in meeting social expectations.

[Babs's Headquarters have a similar professional atmosphere to Bruce's. The walls are dark grey. In the background of the immaculate main office, a few closed doors partition off other spaces, probably more personal ones; the memory shelves are longer than average and have additional walled channels beneath them to store memory orbs that fall from overflow, and the memories glow unusually bright; there are no windows and the room is lit by overhead office lights, the sight screen and the memory orbs. Her emotions are also in wheelchairs and wear glasses, with individual styles and decorations. Her console is a large, angular, intricate control panel of polished silver metal, elegant and futuristic, at which sit Fear at the helm, Anger at her right hand and Joy at her left, then Sadness and Disgust next to them.]

Fear: We’re scanning our entire surveillance network, but the Joker is still unaccounted for. We should check in with Cassandra and Stephanie.

Joy: I’m so proud of them. Permission to verbalize that to them, ma’am?

Fear: Don’t know if we’ll have time.

Anger: Yeah, expressing vulnerability takes a lot of energy, and we all agreed to divert 75% of it to single-minded fixation on justice until Joker is back in Arkham. Preferably via ambulance.

Fear: I’ll schedule a tight smile for when the girls get back, but no guarantee Babs will remember it then. Our short-term memory bank is already full to bursting.

Disgust: (under her breath, annoyed) As always.

Sadness: So, um… Dick hasn't called us back yet, but I think he wants to. Maybe we should call him.

Fear: No, we’re both busy. We can catch up tommorow.

[Cass's Headquarters are largely a fusion of a dojo and a gym, a wide open space with mats, punching bags and other exercise and martial arts equipment. The walls and floor are wooden boards. A set of floor-to-ceiling windows at the back and sides shaped like bat symbols make the space light and airy. The background has a corridor leading off to the left and a staircase going up at the right that look straight out of Wayne Manor. There is no console. Rather, an elevated black stage with yellow curtains is before the screen. Sadness is centre-stage, flanked by Anger and Fear, then Joy and Disgust. The black surface lights up with squares of the emotions’ respective colours under their feet as they dance in a graceful, perfectly coordinated ballet routine to classical music. Until Fear makes a different move to the others. An alarm beeps, cutting off the music, and everyone freezes. The others stare at Fear. Anger is offended, Sadness and Joy intrigued and Disgust confused.]

Anger: (folds her arms, raises an eyebrow and puffs out her chest at Fear challengingly)

Sadness: (gently holds Anger in place with a hand on her shoulder and nods to Fear)

Fear: (cringes, but cautiously makes the move again)

Anger: (clenches her fists and gestures in outrage to Sadness)

Joy: (steps forward and holds Fear’s hand in support, making unintimidated eye contact with Anger)

Disgust: (looks ahead through Cass’s eyes, unlike any of the others are, due to boredom with the dispute)

Disgust: Ugh. More henchmen.

Sadness: You handle it.

Disgust: Fiiiine.

[The emotions reshuffle so that Disgust is centre-stage. She dances alone to simpler music with only one instrument. The others retreat upstage, Sadness between Anger and Fear and Joy as she tries to mediate.]

Joy: (stands protectively in front of Fear and beckons for Anger to bring it on, balancing her weight)

Sadness: (shakes her head disapprovingly, unseen by anyone)

Anger: (yells wordlessly and punches Joy)

[The four break into a fight, tumbling offstage onto the mats. Disgust rolls her eyes.]

[Steph's Headquarters are furnished much like a mundane living room, with white walls, a plush purple sofa, cluttered coffee table, lamps emitting warm light, windows to one side and a comfortable atmosphere. The doors to ancillary rooms are open. Tucked away by the memory orb shelves, two cardboard boxes of purple, blue, red and green memory orbs marked ‘Trauma - FRAGILE’ remain unpacked. Her console resembles a video game controller, being white plastic, rounded and having colourful buttons, switches and joysticks. It has a single chair, a spinning one made of black plastic and purple cushions. Joy is seated, gleefully wiggling a joystick. Anger is on her right, excitedly watching the mission, and Sadness is on her left, concerned. Disgust is hovering at the side of the console, not very interested. Fear is on the sofa quietly writing in a puzzle book.]

Joy: We’ve got this in the bag. None of these bozos even know we’re here.

[She reaches to press a yellow button. Disgust notices, abruptly invested, and pushes past Sadness to grab Joy’s hand.]

Disgust: But they will if you quip from so near them. And then we’re gonna fail and Babs is gonna make her disappointed face and, like, never trust Steph with a stealth mission again.

Joy: Good point.

Anger: There’s the ringleader! Aw, Cass is already beating him up.

Sadness: (sighs and leans on the console, turning it partially blue) She was a way better Batgirl, we’ll never come close and everyone knows it.

Joy: (batting her arm away) Sadness, we’ve talked about this. Steph earned her place and has nothing to prove. Everything's gonna be fine. Okay, let’s just sneak past and get out with the intel -

Fear: Hey, guys, do you ever think about how Steph’s daughter could die at any moment and we wouldn’t even know?

[The others tense and flinch. The console lights up purple and fades to blue.]

Joy: SHUT UP, FEAR!

Disgust: So not the time!

Sadness: (crying) I am now!

Anger: This is why we never listen to you!

[dawnled]

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