#forever knight fanfiction

[celestial-alignment]

[in-som-niyah]

soft!oblivious!Jason Todd x fem!reader on her period

a/n: hey besties guess whos on the bathroom floor again haha its me!!!!! endo is trying to murder me but guess what jason's here to make it all better!!! this is entirely self-indulgent btw i wrote this to make myself feel better and to take my mind off the urge to rip my uterus out with my bare hands🫶🏾🎀🌸💝✨💖💗💕

Warnings: reader vomits, reader has a period, reader is in fucking pain, jason todd speaks spanish, reader is weakned, jason todd is a beautiful husband fuck you i said what i said

Note: reader and jason have a system where jason asks the reader what her pain is on a scale from 1-10 (10 being highest)

Jason's key turns in the lock of your shared apartment in Gotham.

To his surprise, the place is dark and lifeless. Upon checking his watch, which read 6:45pm, he noticed the peculiarity of the scene before him.

Usually, you would have started dinner by now, had some sexy 90's R&B playing (which you unashamedly sung along to) and would have greeted him babbling excitedly about what your colleagues thought about your new hairstyle.

But nope, there was nothing.

Though Jason was concerned, he tried to pass it off as a weird occurrence, until he heard a faint retch coming from the other side of the apartment.

Immediately, he parked whatever he was doing and came rushing (sprinting) to you, desperately needing to make sure you're okay.

When he found you in the bathroom hovering over the toilet, the sight clawed a hole in his chest.

You were gripping the edges of the toilet with shaky hands, trying to steady your unstable and shaking body. Your braids were tied back too tight, definitely causing you an uncomfortable and unnecessary headache.

Carefully, Jason stepped in the bathroom and lowered himself to you. He loosened your hair and re-tied it in a more comfortable way and kissed the top of your head.

In your dazed state, you barely recognized his lithe fingers in your hair, too exhausted physically and mentally to focus on anything other than the searing pain in your abdomen.

Finally empty, you reach to flush the toilet when a much bigger, scarred hand takes yours and kisses the back of it before flushing for you.

At this, you look up at him with bleary, tearful and irritated eyes, clearly indicative that you've been feeling like this for a while.

Jason's heart cracks.

Before either of you could speak, Jason pressed his forehead to yours and instructed you to steady your breathing. His hands expertly maneuver you to sit on your bum in front of him; this was not his first rodeo.

Jason was familiar with your illness, and what that meant for you sometimes. With practise, he was attuned to your needs and catered to them willingly. But still, his heart broke a little more every time he saw your body fold in on itself in pain.

When your breathing calmed he kissed your forehead just before another cramp seized your body, and your face crumpled in pain.

"Shit- You're okay sweetheart c'mere. Remember to breathe okay? In. Out."

You nodded lightly as you pushed yourself to move into his lap, the action only making your muscles strain but you were so desperate to feel his warmth you did it anyway.

As you continued to breathe Jason wrapped his strong arms around you and held you to his body, his hands came up to gently rub your lower back where he knew you were hurting.

"What's your number this time, amorcita." Jason asked in a tender voice, as to not upset your headache.

Through sniffles and shakes, you reluctantly surface your buried head from his chest to answer him.

"It was an 8 all day today..." you started, still in pain but able to speak.

"I took the painkillers too late, and they didn't work in time. I'm sorr-"

You're interrupted by Jason pulling you back into him. He would sooner take your pain than hear you apologize for a painful experience you couldn't control.

"Shhhh no sorries, princessa. You know that." He spoke into your hair.

Soon, the wave of pain settled, and you were granted a limited amount of small relief.

"I-I think I should move to the bed now. I don't know how much I have until the next one" you mumbled into his chest.

Through a positive rumble in his chest he agreed, and began to carefully untangle himself from you.

"Can you stand?" Jason asks, his eyes conveying sincerity.

You looked to the floor shook your head in shame. You couldn't believe you had to rely on Jason to help you so much.

"I'm gonna pick you up okay baby?" He says, but his eyes ask for your permission.

Upon granting it, he slips his arms under your body and lifts like you weigh nothing. He carefully walks to the bed, taking extra care in making sure he doesn't hit your head or legs on walls or doorways.

Once at your bedside, he places you down gently and presses a set of kisses to your nose, cheek and forehead. It is then when he notices how frigid your skin is, which worries him. But first, he needs more information.

"How long ago did you take the painkillers, mi vida?" He begins as he crouches to reach your eye level.

With an exasperated sigh, you close your eyes and shrug. Truly you had no idea how long it has been since you've been in such pain, much less since you've taken your last round of painkillers.

Jason returns your sigh, but with one of sadness as he reaches out his hand to absentmindedly rub your sore hips. Remembering your small remedies that help the pain, he stands and begins out the room.

Suddenly your hand grasp his ring and pinky, and he turns to face you again.

You look up at him with tears on your cheeks, silently begging him to stay.

At this, he leans down and captures your lips softly, silently letting you know that he would never do anything you wouldn't want him to.

With your hand still grasping his, he brings your hand to his lips to kiss, before breaking the silence.

"'Tell you what, amorcita. I'm gonna go get you your heating pad and boil some raspberry leaf tea, then i'll climb into bed with you and i'll rub your back as you fall asleep. But you gotta let go of me so I can do it, bien?"

Reluctantly, you took his offer and released his hand before he left a soothing kiss to your hairline and took off.

While he was gone, your were desperately breathing through another wave, trying not to scream or cry out. The pain continued to ebb and flow, but it was pain nonetheless.

When Jason returned with the tea, hot water bottle and a little square of dark chocolate he found you almost asleep, knees up to your chest while clutching your abdomen. He knew you well enough to know that your back is not enjoying the position at all.

He placed the tea and chocolate on your nightstand and carefully took his spot behind you. You slightly woke up at his shifting, but upon Jason's placement of the hot water bottle to your aching abdomen, you relaxed.

Jason breathed a silent breath of gratitude that you're able to rest easier than you were before now that you're comfortable. He moved himself closer to your body, firmly but delicately wrapping his arms around you and stretching out your aching back.

You appreciated this, the pressure releasing on your back and the soothing warmth of your hot water bottle contributing to easing your pains.

Jason retracted one of his arms from your waist in favour of rubbing your sore lower back. A sleepy hum of appreciation followed his ministrations just before you spoke.

"Jason?" you mumbled into your pillow

"Querida?" he replied, semi alert

"Thank you" you finish as you let yourself drift into a light and more comfortable sleep.

A peck to the back of your head is his response.

Jason knows he can't take away your pain. But when it cuts you deep, he'll be your remedy.

Always.

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a/n pt2: bro im so sorry if this makes no sense im in pain leave me alone im tired its sleepytime

[thisweekinfandomhistory]

Get out your tissues, listeners! (Seriously.) This week, V and Emily split the episode in two parts: first, the very silly attempt to understand how the Forever Knight fandom went to WAR! for the thirteenth time in 2010. Second, a look into the fannish life and ongoing impact of Forever Knight BNF Susan M. Garrett, who seems like she was a completely awesome fangirl, writer, and person. V and Emily both weep like babies in this episode because sometimes, the fans who make history ARE well-behaved, and they rock, and we love to learn about and remember them.

Sources

Fanlore: WAR Thirteen

Susan M. Garrett's homepage

FanDominion.com's Obituary for Susan M. Garrett

Farewell, Dear Fen: In Memorium

FanHistory: Susan M. Garrett

Fanlore: Susan M. Garrett

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[quinn-pop]

apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

[thexsanctuaryx]

forever with you, forever in me, ever the same

{ CHAPTER ONE }

➳ NEXT CHAPTER

summary: the boys meet a mysterious woman claiming to be another avatar while at work one stormy afternoon who seems to know an awful lot about them-- maybe more than they'd like... pairing: { eventual } Original Character { Emma Harper } x Jake Lockley, Emma Harper x Marc Spector, && Emma Harper x Steven Grant contents: another avatar enters the chat, first meeting, psychic connection, mention of past lives warnings: donna being donna, jake being a liiittle harsh, nothing else I don't think? author’s note: this one has been in the works damn near-- if not-- since the beginning almost as soon as I saw the show the first time. I'm excited to finally be starting this adventure with y'all. I hope I can do it justice. word count: 1,481 taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

It’s been an abysmally slow day at the gift shop with very few patrons because of the stormy weather outside the museum.

Steven thinks of wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed with a cup of tea and his latest read. Instead, he was stuck here with Donna—or Donna the Drama as Jake called her—the latter of which sharing his consciousness at present.

Steven huffs a heavy sigh as he scans more items into the system. This job really was so mind numbing at times.

He tries to ignore it but he can feel the frustration from Jake, which is more stimulating than anything he’s doing at present.

He’s also aware that the frustration stems from an awful woman Jake had been out with recently that hadn’t quite escaped his thoughts just yet.

Steven falls into consoling him as he often does with Marc when something is bothering him.

“’s alright, mate—she really wasn’t ever worth it…no matter how pretty she might be, y’know?” He tells his headmate.

‘I’m fine Steven, but I appreciate it…’

“Right—”

“You’re not talkin’ to yourself again, are you Stevie—honestly, it puts off the customers…”

‘What customers?’ Marc pipes up momentarily.

“Donna, please—”

Steven pauses mid-sentence when someone else catches his eye entering the corridor. A shorter but curvy brunette who looks a little lost but simultaneously exactly where she means to be, pressing her lips together.

She can just feel eyes on her and turns to face a stunned looking man at the gift shop. Immediately, she knows he’s the one she’s looking for—her energy pulled to him like gravity.

‘Steven…’ Jake says firmly, feeling the same pull even trapped within his mind.

“What?” Steven barely says, the side of his face scrunching up, sounding just as lost as his wide eyes watch her for her next move.

‘Who is that?’ Jake asks, more to himself than either of the other two.

“Don’t know, do I, mate?” Steven replies, mesmerized by the woman before him.

Jake is just as much so as a fire of determination ignites within him to find out.

Marc on the other hand is too stunned to join the conversation between the other two. The pull is strong but it only makes him leery.

“Honestly, Stevie—do I have to write you up?” Donna’s voice fades into the background as the woman standing by continues watching them.

‘There’s something about her, go talk to her…’

“I can’t, can I? I—”

Jake abruptly pushes himself to the front, rolling his shoulders back as his eyes reconnect with hers across the way.

They’re piercing, but somehow dark around the edges.

“Five minutes, Donnie.” He mutters over his shoulder, already moving around the counter.

“My name is Donna.”

Jake snorts, “don’t like it when someone else does it to you, huh?” He clicks his tongue.

“Oh great—that bloody American character you’ve made up in your head…” She grumbles, walking off while muttering something about mentally ill folk—in less polite terms.

“Make it ten.” Jake smirks as he crosses the gift shop floor passing the plastic bins of stuffed toys.

There’s something about the way she holds his gaze unflinchingly as he crosses the distance to her. Hell, she even walks toward him to close the gap.

She presses her lips firmly together, dimples dipping into her cheeks as her brows furrow together.

“Hi, do I—” he barely gets out.

“Know me?” she cuts him off, lacing her arms over her chest, squinting lightly at him as amusement tugs at the corner of her lips. “Does that line usually work?”

There’s a snort in his head from Marc.

“You don’t know me—Jake…at least not in this lifetime…”

Jake narrows his eyes, mirroring her stance. “And does that line usually work for you?” He challenges.

She scoffs out a quiet laugh, “it’s not a line—you’d think after working for Khonshu this long you’d be a liiiittle more open minded.” She arches a brow.

This gets his attention.

“How do you know my name?” His voice drops, feeling like he should be on his guard, but something about her is familiar, and he doesn’t feel threatened.

“I know all of your names…if you’re asking how I knew it was you specifically, that takes a little more explaining…”

Jake rotates his jaw, giving her an appraising look. “You’ve got ten minutes to convince me—”

“That I’m not a threat?”

He stiffens as she seems to pull the words directly from his mind, not sure if he should be alarmed or impressed.

Still, he doesn’t feel like he should worry.

“Get talking…” He prompts.

She sighs, reaching to take one of his hands to pull him somewhere slightly more secluded.

As their bodies touch a surge of energy rushes through either of them, causing a simultaneous sharp intake of air from them both.

“What did you just do to me?” He mutters pointedly, pulling his hand back and studying it briefly, his eyes snapping to hers, hand still in the air.

“I didn’t do anything…it was a sign of recognition…”

“Recognition?”

“I’m an avatar—like the three of you—”

Jake’s jaw tightens, playing dumb. “The three of—"

“I know about Marc and Steven…” She tells him quietly but with certainty.

He looks more wary than she’d hoped but she knows it’s just his way. Though right now—he’d almost pass as Marc instead of himself.

“Look—I know this is a lot—but you’re just gonna have to go on a little faith here…”

“Whose avatar?” Jake presses.

“Hecate.” She answers quickly.

“But she’s not—”

“Even from the same pantheon?” Her dimples prick into her cheeks again, raising both of her brows.

Jake nods and then rolls his shoulders back, “and how do you keep doing that? It’s like you’re in my head…”

She swallows and looks down, not sure she’s ready to tell him that truth just yet.

“Let’s just say sooner than later you’ll be able to read my thoughts too…”

“Why?”

“It’s a past life thing…” She glazes over vaguely. It’s not a lie, just not the whole story either.

“We didn’t—”

“Yeah, you did…”

Jake releases a guttural growl, reaching to clasp his fingers into fists in front of her.

“Sorry…it’s just second nature where I come from…” She scowls lightly, looking down between them. “We should probably just wait ‘til—”

“Oh no—no no—you think we’re gonna be able to go back to work without answers?” He pauses, giving her an incredulous look. “Wait here…” He practically barks.

When he catches her next words the way she’d been catching his, she breathes a sigh of relief, nodding quickly. He, on the other hand, only looks more troubled.

As he turns on his heel, he can be heard muttering a string of curses in Spanish to his headmates as he makes his way back over to the gift shop.

Donna is just finishing ringing someone up with a fake smile plastered on her face, when he walks past her to collect their things.

“Bad news, Donnie—gonna have to take off early.”

“Oh no you bloody don’t—” The fake expression falls from her face.

Jake rushes back past her, “Emergency—thanks for understanding—see you tomorrow!” He slings Steven’s bag across his body, heading back in the direction he left—shit. He hadn’t even gotten her name.

He half expects her to be gone as he rounds the corner she’d been tucked in, vanishing just as mysteriously as she appeared. But then, there she stands waiting, playing with her fingers nervously.

Jake resists the urge to grab her by the arm and drag her out of the museum and she can just feel it. She can’t say she blames him.

She’d planned this better in her head—or she should’ve. She didn’t think he’d make a beeline for her at first sight.

She can just feel his intense energy coming off of him in waves. But again, that was technically her fault too. She’d triggered his protective instincts.

So maybe she shouldn’t have come on so strongly herself.

She opens her mouth to apologize but thinks better on it and closes it again.

He nods in the direction of the exit, in his mind considering how much he resembles Marc’s harshness and temperament at present.

“So what’s your name anyway?”

She doesn’t even get to open her mouth before it pops into his head as clear as day.

“Emma…” He says slowly.

She rolls her lips in, nodding, tucking her hair behind her ears—somehow so much softer than she’d seemed before.

“This is gonna be a trip…” He mumbles as they pass through the large doors of the entrance and out into the sunshine that’s just broken through the storm clouds.

[alchemistc]

Moon Breaks Knight | Chapter Ten

“What, you think the ash would have let you all stuff yourselves inside a cottage built for one?” Brown eyes cut to him, a sparkling glint of warm curiosity. “The ash?” “Magic tree,” Eddie intoned, desperately hoping his smile wasn't too wide as he gestured vaguely around them. “Did you think I did it?” “I wasn't sure I wasn't just imagining things.” “She makes as much room as she needs.” Eddie tilted sideways, carefully bumping shoulders with Steve as he remarked in sotto, “I think she likes you.” His eyes chased the flush that raced up Steve's neck with fascination, following the jump of his throat as he swallowed, head tipping forward and chestnut hair shifting like curtains to cover half his face. The warmth drifted down the thread of the bond like treacle.

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[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: A trip to Toronto turns out not-so-relaxing when Buffy discovers her cousin is involved with a vampire and Willow is hunted by another.

Author: @notophelia

Note from submitter: Two vampire shows crossing over with an neat take on how both shows' types of vampires can exist in the same universe, complete with funny quips. I just love this

[planetstarclaw]

Oh look, it's October tomorrow and that can only mean one thing. It'll be my fifth year of trying to finish my Hannibal/Forever Knight vampire fusion fic. Not to mention my failed attempts at slash.

Will it actually get posted this year? Yeah no, but October is the only time I ever make any real progress.

Oh my precious Murder Family!

“You’ve visited with Abigail.” “Of course. It’s impossible to not dote on her when the opportunity arises. We reconnected. The only thing missing was you.” It wasn’t always bad. In fact, over the centuries it was often good and that good usually stemmed from when the three of them—he, Hannibal, and Abigail—would return to the same chambers. Hannibal and he consumed each other but when Abigail was involved, the three of them reached perfection. It was a heady combination of limbs, bare skin and his lovers’ blood. It was the only time he ever felt like he belonged anywhere.

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Part 12: Destined to Do This Forever

Fandom: The Dark Knight Trilogy

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x OC

Summary: Things had to go wrong for them eventually.  

Word Count: 886

Notes: Takes place during The Dark Knight. Warnings for depictions of violence.

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“You sure that it’s a good idea to be doing this at night, boss?” asked one of the goons, glancing around the parking garage anxiously. Tires squealed as two black vans pulled up and parked.

“We’ll be fine,” Jonathan said, adjusting his mask on his head. Even if the Bat decided to show his face, he wouldn’t do much more than rough them up and leave them for the police. Everyone knew that Batman didn’t kill.

The doors to the black vans opened, Chechen, with his greased back hair and ratty brown leather jacket, stepped out, glancing at the bat symbol shining in the sky, going around to the back of the van to coo at the dogs he and his people had brought with them. From the other van, Chechen’s goons pulled out a twitchy, whimpering man.

“Please! Please! They’re crawling in my mouth. Please, I beg you,” he sobbed. Jonathan waved his hand, and his men opened up the back of the van they were all hunched in, his goons stepping out with their guns half raised. He remained standing in the back of the van. For dramatic purposes. Wearing her goggles and her gas mask, Vanessa stepped out of the passenger’s seat, leaning against the side of the van. “Get them off,” Chechen’s men dropped the still whimpering man to the ground. 

“Look what your drugs did to my customers!” Chechen said.

“Buyer beware,” Jonathan stepped out of the back of the van. “I told you my compound would take you places. I never said they’d be places you wanted to go.”

“My business, repeat customers,” Chechen fretted. Jonathan shrugged.

“You don’t like what I have to offer, you can buy from someone else. Assuming Batman left anyone to buy from.”

The dogs began to bark, pulling against the leashes. Ah. Seemed like they were going to have company tonight after all.

“My dogs are hungry!” Chechen shouted, glancing into the shadows and smiling. “Pity there’s only one of you.”

There was thud and a yell from behind Jonathan’s van, and then another cry from the other end of the garage. And then the echoing boom of gunfire. Jonathan leapt backwards, abandoning the goons and pushing the open doors to the back of the van out of the way.

“That’s not him,” everyone knew that Batman didn’t use guns. The dogs were barking, goons clamoring. One of the Batman impersonators shot bullet holes into the side of his van. Asshole. Another one tried to press a gun into his back and Jonathan whirled, spraying him in the face with a helping of toxin, grinning to himself as he went down screaming. From the other side of the van, he was pretty sure that he heard the audible thunk of a head smashing into concrete as Vanessa slammed another to the ground.

And then a massive black tank rolled into the garage.

“That’s more like it,” he could almost say that he was relieved. At least Batman would deal with the idiots with guns.

“Time to go,” Vanessa called to him, already sliding back into the passenger seat. He couldn’t agree more, jumping in and revving the engine. As he spun the van around, something collided with the side of it. “Oh, really?” Vanessa sighed, glancing out the window at where he could only assume Batman had latched onto the side of the van. No matter, he made sure to drive closer to the wall on that side, almost scraping the white paint off, but managing to shake the vermin off.

The car’s tires squealed unpleasantly as he began the descent down the circular exit ramp to the ground floor. Not long now…

BAM!

Oh, seriously? 

Vanessa groaned as the van’s roof all but caved in when Batman landed on it. They were plucked unceremoniously from their seats and dumped with the other goons and copycat Batmans. His mask was ripped off and Vanessa’s goggles and respirator pulled away. Then, just for good measure, Batman yanked the bobby pins out of her hair and took them. 

Damn. Apparently he’d gotten wise to that old trick of getting out of handcuffs. 

“Don’t let me find you out here again,” Batman growled at one of the copycats.

“We’re trying to help you!” the one to Jonathan’s right complained. 

“I don’t need help!” Batman shouted, sounding, Jonathan thought, very much like a petulant teengager as he jumped up onto his tank.

“Not my diagnosis!” Jonathan called back to him.

“Same time next week, Bats?” Vanessa laughed, side shaking beside him with it. 

“What gives you the right?” the copycat was still yelling. “What’s the difference between you and me?”

“I’m not wearing hockey pads,” Batman said, disappearing within the dark depths of the tank. Wow. He almost thought that might have been a joke. Who would have thought the vermin had it in him?

As the tank pulled away, the sounds of approaching sirens started to grow closer. Vanessa let her head rest on his shoulder, pouting. He kissed the top of her head. It might be a while until they were able to be together like this again.

It could have been worse, he supposed. One of the idiots currently sitting beside them could have shot them. At least they were both alive.

That was something. 

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[753398445a]

There's a few contenders for both 'first real fandom' and 'current one', but the combo that's jumping out to me is Ben 10 with Supernatural.

Gwendolyn Tennyson is surprised when her cousin Ben shows up at Friedkin University, asking her for help: Their grandfather had gone missing while out dealing with a case and Ben needs help looking for him.

combine your first real fandom with your current one to create a terrible, terrible au

[fangedbeau]

Remember 90s TV plain-clothes superheroes?

Media that tries to bank on nostalgia usually ends up disappointing. But since I don't think anyone would even be able to acquire all the intellectual property rights for this one, I don't think there's a risk in putting this idea out there:

I honestly might like to see a reboot and grand crossover of 1990s TV's plain-clothes superheroes:

The Sentinel

The Pretender

but existing in a shared universe with crossover episodes.

Forever Knight might not feel like it could belong in the same universe as the others, but it's clearly a superhero show at heart; and when in comics Blade exists in a shared universe with Spider-Man, then Nick can be part of this.

Speaking of Marvel Comics, when the non-super-powered action hero Punisher shares that universe, then ours can also include

Vengeance Unlimited

Dark Angel would be a weird inclusion, since it's set in a post-paraapocalyptic future. But chronologically we're already past that show's future, and the only technology that reads as science fiction is the Manticore project's genetic engineering, which was a government secret in the show. So an alternate timeline remake in a world in which the pulse didn't happen (or was undone by chrononaut Frank Parker of Project Backstep?) and the escaped X5 somehow manage to evade capture without that chaos would still make sense. Honestly, having it set in the current day wouldn't feel all that off from the original right now.

While we're at it,

Viper was also set in the near future, but the titular super car was from a government program with technology that was incredible to people in-universe, and the futurism of the world was mostly restricted to extrapolating that cars would have even more electronics in them and be vulnerable to electromagnetic attacks, which has come true. So we do live in pretty much the future the original show was set in.

Actually, instead of reboots, each show (except for Dark Angel) could be done as a sequel. There will be other Sentinels and an older Sandburg or a new anthropologist building on his work to assist them. There will be other Pretenders, maybe escaping from The Centre with Jarod's help. Nick's been around longer than all of us.

Can we acknowledge that Mister Chapel knew Ray and is continuing his legacy in his own way, and then have the new show about a different character who's been inspired by Mister Chapel to dedicate their talents to helping those in need?

Of course if we reach back to acknowledge Stingray in that way, we can also make references to Manimal and Man from Atlantis and Misfits of Science being set in the past of the same shared universe.

And then, while I wouldn't categorise Sam Waters as a superhero or in the same genre of phantastic adventure series as those mentioned,

Profiler has had a crossover with The Pretender and thus canonically already exists in a shared universe with it. So why would we throw that away?

And of course if we extend the scope to include Viper and Vengeance Unlimited or a Stingray/Vengeance Unlimited sequel, then

Renegade also needs to be included.

And beside the proper superheroes and the action heroes there's also room for the regular guys made heroes by something supernatural but still being regular guys. You know,

Strange Luck

Early Edition

I've mentioned Project Backstep from

Seven Days

although it's weird to imagine Early Edition being set in the same universe as Seven Days.

And another thing: note how none of them would feel out-of-place on The X-Files? Now, The X-Files itself doesn't really match the vibe I'm going for. But when I draw the association with superheroes, I imagine a spin off about someone assembling a Suicide Squad-like team out of paranormal villains of the week from X-Files episodes.

No, if any production company would set out to do any of these, I would expect it to be trash.

It's more an idea for a fan fiction project.

[okayigetitifuckedup]

Alice’s Alley- Blog Post

Gotham’s Wedding of the Decade? An Intimate Peek into Dr. Quinzel and Jack Ryder's Exclusive Invite! 💍✨

Hello, my lovely readers of Alice’s Alley! 🎀

Alright, deep breaths! Where to even begin? As soon as I saw that luxe envelope (with its embossed seal, no less!) I knew it was something momentous. And lo and behold, inside was THE invite of the decade: Dr. Harleen Quinzel and Jack Ryder's wedding invitation! Eek! I can't even!

First off, the invite's sheer elegance and the fact that I, little ol' me, am on the guest list? 😍 Like, is this real life? Also, can we please talk about that QR code and the security level on this thing? Never have I felt more James Bond than when accessing the wedding details. The level of exclusivity? Off the charts!

Now, let's dive into the absolute splendor of the invite itself. That sumptuous black card with the delicate white details? The “J” & “H” emblem entwined? Every intricate detail has me gasping in awe. And, "Into the light from the shadows"? Profound. Moving. Iconic. I mean, swoon.

The location: Wayne Manor. Wayne. Manor. As in, THE Bruce Wayne might be in attendance? Oh-em-gee! How am I ever going to keep my cool? Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding in person? A photo op, perhaps? 📸

But now, ladies and gents, the real dilemma. What ever will I wear? The invite says: Strictly Black and White. Now, my heart is screaming Breakfast at Tiffany’s vibes. Audrey Hepburn chic, tiara, pearls, the works. But now I'm thinking, what if everyone goes down the Holly Golightly route? Must. Stand. Out. Or I could never show my face in Gotham again!

And oh, speaking of face, those bangs I impulsively cut? Perfect for an Audrey updo, right? But, but, what if they clash with the tiara? You see my dilemma. And the pearls... oh, decisions! Leave me your thoughts below, I'm in dire need of advice!

One tiny cloud on this sunny horizon though - my wallet is definitely going to feel a lot lighter. Oh, the price we pay for perfection. Between the new dress, shoes, and accessories, it's going to be a shopping spree to remember.

This isn’t just a wedding, dears. It’s an event. The crème de la crème of Gotham will be there, rubbing shoulders, sipping champagne. An evening of decadence, glamour, and hopefully some juicy gossip.

And of course, I’ll be spilling ALL the details right here after the grand affair! So, stick around, because you won’t want to miss the inside scoop, courtesy of yours truly!

Stay fabulous, my darlings, and keep those suggestions pouring in. Till the next gush session! 🍾🥂

In never-ending excitement and sparkles, Alice P. 🌸💄

P.S.: To all my new readers, welcome to our glam gang! You've stepped into a whirlwind of excitement! 😄 And remember, Breakfast at Tiffany’s look - yay or nay? Comment below! 💋💌

[celestial-alignment]

[freyaswolf]

I'm catching up on these, and I had to reblog just for the mention of Forever Knight. I LOVED THAT SHOW!!! My mom and I watched it, and she LOVED the main character lol this was so awesome to be reminded of! Thank you! 🥰

We want to believe! In the second week of January, we're heading back thirty years (woof) to ye olde Web 1.0 and the very first online X-Files fanfiction. But to our surprise, it wasn't just an X-Files fic! Join V and Emily as they get to explore a whole new-to-them fandom as they learn about cult fave Forever Knight, talk alt-net servers and e-mail lists, and read the cutest author's note in fandom history. Are you MSR or NoRomo? More importantly, are you a Friend Of Don?

This Week In Fandom History is a new fandom-centric podcast that tells you… what happened this week in fandom history!

Thank you all so much for your warm welcome to episode one last week! 💞🍋

[imagine-to-be-a-pike]

I will never forgive fandom how unfair it is about Arthur

Dark Merlin It's usually good angst. You know, Merlin had had enough. Dark Arthur? Arthur is a fucking rapist, a monster.

Merlin guilty? Merlin feeling guilty and comforted by the entire cast. Arthur guilty? Arthur doing the worst things possible and someone razing him to the ground

Merlin always gets these nice things. always flowers, courtship, everything. Found family? Everyone comforts Merlin because big bad Arthur. (literally almost every Merlin "found family" is everyone loves Merlin and treats Arthur like shit)

Merlin gets an apology. Arthur? My parents will love me faster than someone will apologize to Arthur in fanfiction.

"suicidal, self-harming Merlin" but Arthur has no right to have mental problems (a whole lot of people have wanted him dead since he was born)

Protectivr knights? Always about Merlin.

Even the fucking omegaverse. Alpha Merlin is a nice calm creature who pretends to be a beta. Alpha Arthur... wild animal, keep Merlin in a cage.

No. Just no.

(forever grateful to those stupid British people that arthur never told merlin he was fat. because the fandom understands that something is a comedy if merlin says it. if arthur it would be ,,abuse")

[princessofgotham777]

Dating Jason Todd (Part Four)

fanfic type: angst, fluff, comfort (ongoing)

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

Hey so this is in fact my first time writing fanfiction (idk what my life has come to). Sorry if it’s cringy but also I would eat this up cause I LOVE some good angsty comfort fanfiction. I won’t write smut. I don’t think I’m gonna do requests but if you have any ideas feel free to let me know. Also of course I don’t own any DC characters this is purely fanfiction. Although I’ve had tumblr for a bit I’m not really used to posting stuff so sorry if I don’t format everything well. Thank you and I hope you enjoy. (I hope you like run-on sentences💀) (if you don’t like it don’t be rude just move on dude😃🧍‍♀️)

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

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

Part four: Arkham

Although you told Gar you were going to sleep that didn’t happen. Instead you stayed up picking apart the new note of the Jokers Dick sent you. Rachel texted you about an hour ago letting you know her and Kori got to Gotham safely and she promised to update you. You didn’t know why Dick felt the need to break one of the promises he made to you, but finding out that information was a problem for another day. The problem right now was finding Jason, he was all you could think about. You didn’t know where he was or what he could be going through.

Gotham City Point of View

Jason remembers finding Joker at the abandoned amusement park. He was sure he’d finally get his chance to drag joker to Arkham himself. It seems the exact opposite happened though, Jason was now tied to a chair in Arkham. He tried to move but was quickly ment with an excruciating stabbing pain through his whole body. It seemed to be coming from the barbed wire that kept him tied to the chair. He knew we was in Arkham because he recognized the cell from the times him and Bruce dropped by to ask various criminals various questions. Jason always suspected part of Arkham if not all of it was corrupt and not handling criminals properly. The fact that he was there confirmed his theory. His Robin suit was covered in blood, he assumed it was his own. The smell of the cell told him he was most likely in an abandoned condemned part of the hospital. It was oddly quiet, the only noise being from running rats and dripping of broken pipes.

Regular Point of View

“Y/N!” You felt someone shaking you awake. “Y/N,” Gar says.

“What! What’s happened!” You yelled suddenly not being at all tired.

“They think they decoded the latest note, Dick and Rachel said they called you but I guess you slept through it,” he says.

“Shit!” You say. “The note, what’s it say?”

“The baby bird is kept, where the bats mother wept, soon to only be, is what the Archer really needs, alone and free to be, haunted by eternity,” Rachel says through the phone.

“Obviously the baby bird is Jason and you’re the archer, the general idea is joker is gonna kill Jason to haunt you forever, what we can’t get is the location,” Dick says.

“Well bat is Batman obviously,” you say trying to calm down from being woken up so suddenly.

“Wasn’t Martha Wayne an Arkham?” Gar says.

“Holy shit!” You say. “Dick he’s at Arkham, joker has Jason at Arkham somewhere. Gar you’re a genius.”

“We’re on our way,” Dick says through the phone before he hangs up.

Gotham Point of View

Jason’s whole body hurt. He didn’t even know pain could feel this bad. Sure he’s broken bones, been tortured before, and nearly died, but none of that came close to what he was feeling now.

“So tell me Robin, or should I say Jason Todd,” Joker began to say. “What is it exactly that your little girlfriend sees in you?”

“Fucking excuse me?” Jason says.

“Well you surely know before you she had a thing with the other Robin, the first Robin…the better Robin,” Joker says.

Jason laughs, it causes him immeasurable amounts of pain but he laughs to cover his fear. “Damn clown, have you really seeped that low were you gotta get your entertainment from a fucking rumored young adult love triangle?” Jason says.

“You know,” Joker’s voice was serious it made a chill go up Jason’s spine. “You know replacement Robin, one day that smartass attitude of yours might just be the death of you,” he starts manically laughing again. Jason felt genuine pure fear at the crazy purple suit wearing man standing before him. Joker reached onto the filthy floor and picked up a crowbar.

Regular Point of View

You and Gar were sitting on the couch, wide awake, in silence when your phone rang well into the next morning.

“We haven’t found anything yet,” Dick says. “But we’ve got every cop and Arkham security guard in Gotham looking for him, we’re searching Arkham wing by wing.”

“Okay, can you put Rachel on,” you say.

“Hold up I wanna talk to you-“ he starts to say.

“Dick please put Rachel on,” you say again.

“I will in three fucking seconds but just answer me real quick. I heard you slept through fifteen phone calls. When’s the last time you ate something?”

“You are fucking unbelievable,” you say.

“Just answer the question,” he says.

“Last night,” you say in a condescending tone.

“And how long were you actually asleep for do you think?” He asks in a serious voice ignoring your passive aggressive tone.

“I don’t know…” you say “Like an hour or two,” you say.

“Right, I’ll put Rachel on then go to sleep and have Gar wake up as soon as we call again,” he says.

“Fine,” you say.

“Hey,” Rachel says.

“Hey how’s everything going?” You ask.

“It’s just what Dick said, we’re searching Arkham wing by wing, and Dicks going behind GCPD like a mom remaking a bed,” she says. That took you aback, the fact that Dick was going behind GCPD double checking to make sure each room was clear.

“Okay, thanks Rachel just call back as soon as you guys find something,” you say. You hang up and figure you should take Dick’s advice to try to get some sleep.

“Hey Gar, are you good staying up if I try to get some sleep?” You ask him.

“Yeah sure,” he says.

“Just make sure to wake me up as soon as someone calls,” you say.

“Course,” he says.

Back in Gotham Dick, Kori, Rachel and Barbra crept through every inch of Arkham searching for Jason.

“We missed down this hall,” Dick says to one of the cops.

“Yeah unit nine got that one,” the cop says.

“No I’m checking them all myself, Barbra’s orders,” Dick says.

“Yeah but that wings condemned, it’s simply not safe and-“ the cop is cut off when Dick starts speedily walking towards the hall.

“Sir! Sir! You can’t go down there!” The cop yells. Dick bursts through the door and apart from it being disgusting it looks structurally fine. He reaches for his ear piece and tells Barbra to send everyone over to sweep the wing. They search every cell, every hall, and every room under finally on the floor of one of the cells is a bloody boy beaten to a pulp lying dead wearing a Robin suit. On the floor of the Arkham cell was the corpse of Jason Todd. Dick checked his pulse and exhausted CPR before a cop ripped him from Jason’s body.

“He’s gone, he’s gone” Kori said taking Dick from the cop. Dick was completely out of it. He felt as thought he might throw up that is when he reverted back to the man he was before he became nightwing. He stormed over to Barbra.

“You’ve got dirty cops here,” he said angrily.

“I know, look you need to pull yourself together okay don’t do this here,” she says.

“You know? How would you father fucking feel about you letting his damn police force go to shit!” He yells.

“Hey! You are way fucking out of line, I know Jason’s dead but you need to stay focused, this isn’t over yet. And I know Arkham has gone to hell and so has half my police force but I’m doing the best I can,” Barbra says. Dick is about to say something else when he practically leaps over to Rachel and rips her phone out of her hand.

“The hell are you doing?” He says.

“Dick, we have to call them!” Rachel says.

“Listen Rachel give everyone a second okay,” Kori says.

“No, this is exactly why I’m here so you don’t wait five hours,” she says.

“Fine fine, you’re right but let me make the call I want to tell Gar first,” he says.

“Fine but let me tell Gar,” Rachel says.

Back at the tower Gar gets a call from Dick and the first thing he says is, “is Y/N asleep?”

“Yeah,” Gar says.

“Don’t wake her up yet,” Dick says.

“But she said-“ Gar starts to say before he’s interrupted by Rachel.

“Gar don’t wake her up yet,” Rachel says.

“What’s going on Rach, have you guys found Jason?” Gar asks.

“Yes, we found him.” She says. She hesitates before saying, “Gar, he’s…gone”

“Gone? What do you mean gone? Like disappeared again gone? Gone missing?” Gar says talking quickly.

“No Gar, he’s dead,” she says softly.

“What?” He says with a voice crack.

“We um, we found him in Arkham…it looks like he’s been beaten…he’s been beaten to death,” she says.

“Oh my God,” he says beginning to tear up. “Shit am I the one telling Y/N?” Gar asks.

“No, Dick said he will,” Rachel says.

“I’d really like to just let her sleep honestly,” Dick says.

“She wants to be waken up and told,” Rachel says. It’s not like Dick was scared to break the news he knew it was going to go badly. He just liked the idea of you asleep, peacefully unaware that you’d never see Jason again.

“Wake her up and give her the phone off speaker,” Dick says plainly.

“Y/N?” Gar says softly waking you up.

“What’s happened?” You say quickly snapping out of your sleepy state.

“Um…Dick is on the phone for you,” he says. You take the phone from Gar.

“Y/N,” Dick says softly.

“Have you found him,” you say with anticipation.

“I’m so sorry Y/N” Dick says.

“Sorry! What do you mean you’re sorry?” You say frantically.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise, we found Jason, he’s dead.” Dick says.

Hey, writing jokers dialogue felt awkward so I hope it’s not too cringy💀 Anyways if you liked the fic please like I really appreciate positive feedback cause then I know to continue posting parts. I’d like to keep posting parts to this story I plan on developing the whole redhood story line and then doing some backstory with how the reader met Jason and Dick and joined titans. So yeah any positive feedback would be greatly appreciated even if it’s just liking the fic! Thank you and I hope you enjoyed reading🩷

Also here’s my Masterlist if you haven’t read the other parts.

Masterlist