#goon named victor

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

Red Hood Enterprises

Jeff: Okay, here’s the deal. Boss is unexpectedly unavailable tonight, so it’s up to us.

Assembled Red Hood Goons: *nodding*

Jeff: And we are NOT going to screw this up, right?

Goon: *more nodding*

Jeff: Good. Now, who has the posters?

Later

Mrs. Abarca, High School Physics Teacher: Can I help you, gentlemen?

Jeff: Hi, yes, we’re here for the career fair?

Mrs. Abarca: Do you have your confirmation forms?

Jeff: Oh, yeah, right here.

Mrs. Abarca, reading the form: “Red Hood Enterprises…”

Mr. Garber, High School History Teacher:

Ms. Patel, High School English Teacher:

Mrs. Abarca: *clears throat* May I see your display materials?

Dan: I gott’em. *holds up one of the posters*

Ms. Patel: Those look… very lovely.

Dan, beaming: Thank you, ma’am.

Mr. Garber, reading a flyer he just got handed by one of Red Hood’s…employees: “How to read and understand a benefits package…”

Jeff, nodding: It’s important sh- … uh, stuff to know when looking for a job.

Victor: Yeah, otherwise you might end up with some kind of fu- … er, lame insurance coverage or something.

Ms. Patel: Insurance coverage…

Aiden: Yeah, like my first job? Total shi……… really lousy. Benefits. Pretty bad. Didn’t even have dental.

Ms. Patel, reading over the flyer: These are actually all really good points…

Mrs. Abarca: Well. Why don’t you boys just go on in and get your things set up.

Jeff: Thank you!

*a dozen or so red hood goons head towards the gym*

Ms. Patel: Do you think this is okay?

Mr. Garber: Do you think he’s hiring?

Mrs. Arbaca: Was that Aiden Sergeant?

Mr. Garber: Huh, I think it was.

Ms. Patel: Who?

Mrs. Arbaca: Oh, he would have been here before you started teaching.

Mr. Garber: What, six years ago or so?

Mrs. Arbaca: Hmm. Yes. Nice kid. Very good at math.

Ms. Patel: Huh.

Later, at the manor

Duke: Okay, you would not BELIEVE who I saw at the career fair.

Steph: What? Who?

Duke: Jeff.

Steph: Wait, like-

Duke: Yeah. THAT Jeff.

Steph: Wow.

Duke: Right?

Steph: What was he there for? Demolitions?

Duke, shaking his head: HR representative.

Steph: Huh.

Duke: For Red Hood.

Steph:

Steph: Huh.

[dreamnants-mis]

Something that only came to me while re-reading the manga after the anime came out involves the name of Andy itself and I think it's actually pretty interesting to think about.

Spoilers for the later half of the manga (roughly about up to Chapter 124)! .

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After the mess with the Union goons, Fuuko asks about Andy's name after calling him "Zombie" for most of the chapter. Andy responds that he doesn't remember and says being called "Undead" is good enough. Fuuko doesn't like that and decides to give him the name "Andy" instead. Andy clearly doesn't like the name very much, but considering he knows he'll have to humor Fuuko to find a way for her Unluck to kill him, he just accepts it.

In fact, I've noticed most people at first tend to call him "Undead", a dehumanizing sort of term, such as Void and the Union goons. Which considering Andy's desire to die is rooted from the guilt and loneliness being immortal brings, serves to further create emotional distances from others and perhaps even himself.

And even "Undead" doesn't quite fully fit him either because Andy is an alter ego of the original Undead Victor, so even that name wouldn't be really unique to him specifically since there are technically two different individuals with the ability.

(On a tangential aside, the first person aside from Fuuko that calls him Andy consistently is actually Shen after hearing Fuuko call him that…and he's essentially the closest thing Andy has to a bro. Make that as you will.)

But I think where Andy starts to view the name differently happens starting in the climax of the Spoil arc, with Fuuko telling him they still have so many more things to do together and then literally risking her life trying to bring him back after Victor takes over the body. And Andy knows and Fuuko also knows he is using her for the sake of finding a way to die.

It's also after this event that Andy calls Fuuko by name for the first time after she wakes up in the hospital after having called her "brat" every time up to this point. Of course, this time, he takes it back, but Fuuko notices the significance of it to want him to call her by name again.

Anyway, both of them get sent to the black market auction and Fuuko picks a dress that needs some bust tailoring. It's something I didn't really pay attention to during my initial reading when it came out, but Andy signs his name as "Andy" on the delivery form. While it might have been for practical reasons, the fact he used that name for the signature is actually pretty significant because it implies Andy is slowly beginning to accept the name Andy as his own and not just something Fuuko calls him.

(Andy has really nice penmenship, as an aside.)

But it's only during the Ragnarok arc that the significance of the name Andy really changes.

In Chapter 99, Lucy asks Andy who is he after he saves her from an UMA. Andy initially introduces himself as "Undead", but then immediately nixes it and re-introduces himself as Andy. And this is actually the first time he's introduced himself as Andy because everyone else who calls him Andy usually only does so because Fuuko calls him that (such as the example with Shen). This leads into what happens in Chapter 124, where Andy finally calls himself "Andy the Undead", accepting consciously that his name is Andy, a member of the Union and Fuuko's partner in slaying God.

In other words, Andy fully accepting Andy as his name is a form of humanization, which is something Fuuko helps him to understand is what he truly wants is to feel human.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘COME ON EILEEN!, [PART FOUR]

-GOTHAM!VICTOR ZSASZ X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Reader needs a break. Victor just needs her.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!victor x female reader. SLOW BURN!!! This is a 4 part fic. AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is still in highschool). Gets a little hot and heavy at the end <3 no explicit smut, but a little bit of sexual tension. Victor pining for reader. Reader pining for a better, safer life. Some angst with a happy(ish) ending!

⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - 'PART THREE, - 'PART FOUR,

♫ “Oh my thoughts I confess, verge on dirty.” Come On Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners

You swallow the words burning in your throat. Why did you save me? They play over and over again in your head, but you’re rendered speechless. You already know. The dots have connected.

His gaze is still flitting over you, wildly. Despite his stoic expression, his brow bones furrow a tad, and you recognize the familiar sensation of concern. He’s in love with you.

What the fuck.

He has you pushed up against an alleyway wall. You reminice on what might have been- when you look into the glint of the streetlamps in his eyes. You still wonder- if it weren’t for Jim Gordon, would Victor even know your name? Or would he have found you in some other way? The thought makes you dizzy, a bit sick to your stomach.

Or maybe the feeling is coming from the bruise forming on your neck and shoulders from where Maroni’s goon had held you tightly. You don’t care.

Victor stays silent through the whole ordeal- you involuntarily flinch when you feel his gloved hands come up to push a stray strand of your hair back, revealing a dark mark forming. You swallow as you watch his jaw clench.

“I’m okay.” Is all you whisper- but it dies on your tongue. He notices, of course, and finally puts some space between the two of you.

A familiar scilence falls over. The distant sounds of police sirens ring. You briefly wonder how your life will be from this moment foward. No more school. No more Jim. No more fake friends. You want to smile at that, but you’re not strong enough. It all stings.

You briefly wonder what Victor will even do. Turn you back to Falcone? Swallow his feelings, push them down?

He fidgets with his trigger finger, and finally lets out a short huff of relief. You watch him recooperate.

“Good work out there,” Is all he says, voice forced. His teeth are gritted and you can tell he’s still processing. The adrenaline of running away pumps between you two, and you can feel your heart move the air of the shirt you’re wearing. You shiver.

“Thank you.” You mumble, and you finally feel the weight of everything come crashing down. Maybe it’s you being childish- but you feel tears well up in your eyes. You feel petulant in comparison to the strangley kept man in front of you. He has years on you, and yet you both are in complete disarray.

He perks his head up at your tears, and his lips part a bit.

He doesnt say anything, but you feel your eyes widen when he pulls you into a long deep hug. You feel his leather clad arms clutch onto you, and inhale deeply into your hair.

You sob as he holds you- head spinning. The scilence doesn’t ease your worries- but his touch does. In the moment; that’s enough.

The two of you ended up back at Falcones mansion somehow. It was all blurry through your tears- you weren’t quite sure when his embrace became him whisking you up bridal style- carrying you blocks down. You held onto him the whole way. He didn’t say a single word.

He finally dropped you on your feet when you two were in the mansion, an empty living room. You rubbed your eyes and felt the balls of your feet drop onto the hard wood floor. You could smell fire wood, and you glanced around- recognizing the room as a vacant bedroom.

“You…y’know, okay?” He spoke, for the first time since your walk back. His words sounded nonchalant, but you could hear the undertone of concern. He gave a weak thumbs up as he spoke, demonstrating.

No, you wanted to say. You had to carry me four blocks back. My life is fucked. I’m a fugitive. An assassin’s in love with me. My only friend hates me. Falcone wants me dead. But you cleared your throat, voice raw from sobbing and sniffling.

“Um. Yeah.”

He nodded. His thoughts were swimming like yours.

He went to leave the room, but stopped at the door. He turned around, finger wagging.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” He scolded, and somehow it made you smile at the irony.

“What are you going to do, Vic?” He paused at the nickname, eyes softening. “You gonna kill me on your bosses orders? Or are you going to take me under your wing, make me one of your henchwomen, or whatever?” Your words were bitter. You mentally wanted to punch yourself. The man just saved your ass.

“…No ones going to hurt you.” He whispered, and his tone was genuine. It was in this moment- you wanted to kiss him. But the distance between you two was far too great. “Im gonna have a…talk…with the boss.” He muttered, eyes never straying. You raised an eyebrow. “You’re too important to kill.” The words were a double edged sword.

“Because I’m a good informant?” You questioned, tone still hostile.

“…Because I care about you.” Even though he hesitated to say the words, he still said them so casually. So nonchalantly.

Before you could say a thing- he walked out the door, turning on his heel. You flopped down on the bed, finally letting yourself sleep through your nausea.

When you awoke, the fire place was extinguished. You sat up from a nightmare. It was of the man you’d seen die some time ago. He’d taken the place of Jim Gordon- pointing a gun at you, choruses of Why didn’t you save me? ringing out.

With a start, you clutched the sheets. You jumped when you saw Victor, sitting in a chair, looking over at you. He was playing with your hair, effectively unsurprised when you awoke. His grip only tightened. You winced at the pull of his fingers, and a darker look spread on his face.

“Victor,” You breathed, “Hi.”

“Hell-o.” He drawled out, voice settled at a comfortable pitch.

“Were you watching me sleep?”

“Yeah.”

“…Why?”

“Oh, y’know…bordem. Lack of things to kill these days.” He shrugged it off, quipping. You rolled your eyes. He was in a much better mood now, it seemed. More to his usual, dry humor loving self.

“Your hand.” You motioned to the hand in your hair.

“Yeah, that’s staying there, sorry about that.” He gave a fake grimace, nodding.

“…Why?” You repeated once more, and he let out a low blow of air.

“You just don’t give it up, do you?”

You shook your head. Scilence befell. You watched his adam’s apple bobble in his throat.

“I…don’t want…you to…die.” He spoke each word slowly- as if he was unsure of the words coming out of his own mouth.

“Gee, thanks.” Sarcasm laced its way through your words, and he shrugged. “I like you too.” You added on, in a whisper, and his eyes narrowed in on you instantly.

“What?”

“Nothing,”

“Repeat that.” His voice darkened.

“I said I like you too.”

You only now realized how close your faces were.

In a quick moment, he threaded his hands through your hair, and pulled your neck back. You let out a yelp at the force. His breathing turned heavier as he buried his face into your neck- inhaling your scent once more. You felt his lips hover over your jugular, his eyes closing in bliss.

“What do you mean by that?” He gritted out. His voice was low, dangerous. You were scared…but you subconsciously clenched your thighs together.

“…I’m in love with you too, Vic.” You whispered against him, and it was all he needed to lose whatever thread of self control was keeping him sane. He pressed a gentle kiss to your throat, before another, and another, and soon enough he was licking a long stripe from your throat to your lips, which he captured in a skilled movement.

You kissed back, surroundings unfamiliar. He was the only person you could trust. He was the only person you had. The only part of your new situation that would stay with you. Yeah, your life might be fucked, but you’d rather do it in style. You’d rather spend a life time sipping milkshakes with Zsasz, learning how to shoot a gun, smelling the gunpowder and cologne on his clothes. You’d rather kiss him in this moment, than figure all of your shit out. He was devoted to you. He protected you. He carried you home. He was the only thing garunteed to stay.

You shivered when he stopped his movements, resting his head against yours. He let out a dry chuckle against your lips, and you felt the ghost of a smile on yours.

You don’t know whats waiting for you in the morning. If there will be a bounty on your head. You don’t know if you’ll ever find a greater purpose.

But you know Victor will be there. And that’s enough for you…for now.

[murderbirds]

So, I had a funny dream last night and I'm convinced I accessed an alternative universe where Gotham got a sequel series. I think this series followed Barbara Gordon as the protagonist as a pre teen with Jim still being a main character along with Penguin, Riddler and Batman, but Barbara kean got another L and was diminished as a side roll akin to Lucius Fox.

So in my dream/episode Barbara and her little gang (something akin to stranger things, I think they were all supposed to be named character, Dick Grayson was definitely one of them, but I cannot remember who else) were researching the recent attacks towards tourists around Gotham bay which were claimed to have been done to a shark which should have been impossible. Jim tells Barbara to stay in safety, which appears to happen often as does she disobeying him. It is revealed that kingshark is behind this because bullsharks actually use these rivers, but the waters are so dirty these bullsharks only come to die, so Barbara and her gang work with Batman to try and clean the river in Gotham.

Meanwhile, Oswald is furious because apparently someone decided to make a movie based on the people of Gotham and both didn't ask his permission, and are treating his character in a very unwelcoming light, so Oswald starts threatening the people behind it, only to have the actor playing mr. Freeze who is actually Arnold shwarzsenegger to confront him which only pisses him off more. So Oswald keeps trying to sabotage the movie with his goons, and it keeps on failing, but as he does he starts talking to Arnold and growing close to him to the point where he actually becomes supportive of the movie, only for a bomb to explode in the studio, Arnold gets injured and Oswald starts crying as his very dramatic self while cradling Arnold's body in his arms who keeps on trying to tell him he is fine. He was bleeding quite a lot though so I don't know if he was actually fine. Oswald promises to get revenge on whoever did this, only for Victor Zsasz, who is his bodyguard, to tell him that it was probably one of his own goons carrying out his order to end that stupid movie no matter who you had to kill or blow up. Oswald yells out in frustrations. It is then revealed that it was, in fact, not one of Oswald's goons, but rather Riddler who blew up the studio because he was getting jealous of how close Oswald and Arnold are getting. In this version, both Penguin and Riddler have a crush on each other, but Penguin refuses to speak up because of their past and Riddler is afraid Oswald doesn't love him anymore/ is too upset about what happened in their past to date him, so he wishes to defeat and kill the Batman specifically so that he can give Oswald his head and he will finally forgive him for his actions in the past.

[pb-dot]

Writeblr Introduction

Suppose I should introduce myself per the writeblr Very Friendly Suggestions. I'm PB, or peebs if you prefer. I publish my books under the pen name Victor S. Dale. I'm in my 30's, bisexual, dyspraxic, and as behooves a man of my standing I'm also grappling with considerable depression.

I like to write, like it a lot and I always have. My main WIPs are: a clockpunk love story titled The Clockwork Boy, a Lovecraftian Horror Romance titled His Impossible Brushstrokes and a 30s-punk portal fantasy serial titled Thereafter. I also dabble with smaller projects I won't get into here. Mostly coherent and concise synopses of The Clockwork Boy, His Impossible Brushstrokes, and Thereafter follow below.

The Clockwork Boy

My NaNoWriMo 2022 novel was initially conceived because I couldn't find much fun MLM genre fiction to read, so I decided to get myself good and wedged into that niche. The story follows Jake, who's stuck in a dead-end job of machining gears and sundry parts as well as lifting heavy things until a small, yet deceptively strong young man crashes into his life, and also his arms. The young man is called 13, his entire body from the neck down is made out of impossibly complex clockwork parts, and he's on the run from multiple powerful people and factions.

13 is stronger and faster than anyone has the right to be, but several broken parts hold him back. Jake is immediately smitten by the complex mechanics of 13's clockwork body, not to mention his sad, blue eyes, and so vows to help repair 13. The complexity of the task at hand is only increased by the two being pursued by local goon squads as well as other clockwork-bodied people with numbers for names.

The world of The Clockwork Boy and the Hearts In Clockwork series, provided I get around to writing more of these things, is languishing in a peculiar type of anarchy. The Age of Steam has come and gone and after a series of destructive colonial wars known as The Coal Wars, the power of government and nation has all but eroded. In their place, an alliance of powerful merchants and holders of capital keeps an iron grip on what passes for law from their seat in the massive tower known only as The Spire. Their power is exerted through monopoly and other economic maneuvers, but also by their rowdy Enforcers, who rule through intimidation and sheer brutishness.

13, as it turns out, is part of The Clockmen, a hitherto hidden faction within The Spire, whose acerbic leader is working to create an elite force of clockwork-powered individuals to overthrow The Spire and their enforcers, but even within the clockmen, agendas differ. 13 was originally made to fight and kill rogue clockmen, but so objected to this that he fled, searching for his memories and what freedom could be found.

Jake and 13 eventually find themselves under the auspices of The Northwest, an underground worker-owned coop parts workshop that takes them in and offers them succor in their time of need. In the relative safety of The Northwest's hidden workshop, Jake and 13 get the time they need to perform the sizable number of repairs needed, and perhaps ask the question of what they are becoming to each other and what comes next.

The current status of the project at the moment is going through the old rewrite and editing wringers. I'm currently having the thing beta read and I'll make whatever changes I need after that before attempting to hook an agent to help me get the thing published. In the meantime, I post about it a lot. If you want to be up-to-date on the most recent rambles in the setting, check out the tag list post here

My final goal with this project is to somehow get it published and, provided I am not met with immediate scorn and ridicule, get started on writing one or more sequels. I don't have the entire series planned out or anything, but I have several stories in this universe planned, and I know where and how I want it to end.

His Impossible Brushstrokes

My 2023 NaNoWriMo entry and occasional Lagrange point of my life. Continuing the trend from last year of writing novels that I wish someone else had written already so I could read it, Brushstrokes is a male-led queer horror with a mspec protagonist, exploring the shared points between love and fear, admiration and obsession, and art and madness.

The story follows Oscar Skerry, an obsessive San Fran art critic who goes to progressively more extreme measures to understand the works of his favorite artist, a pan-European enfant terrible by the name Tomasz Gildebrant. Gildebrant is an obscure artist, whose paintings nevertheless go for exorbitant prices on account of his cult appeal.

Following the thread of an art patron going berserk and attempting to destroy a Gildebrant painting by eating it, Tomasz unravels the urban legend of Gildebrant Psychosis. This sickness allegedly drives some who see a Gildebrant painting into acts of brutality, depravity, or the profoundly absurd, and Oscar starts to suspect there is something deeper and darker going on than repeated failures of the mental health system.

Seemingly out of the blue, Oscar gets an invitation to join Gildebrant in his home in the southern Carpathian Mountains. Eager to get to the bottom of things, and share his theories with Gildebrant, Oscar accepts.

Once there, two things become readily apparent. One, Gildebrant is incredibly charming, so much so that Oscar finds himself doubting that Gildebrant could be the man behind the dark, disturbing paintings he obsesses over. Two, there are way too many things not adding up, like how the doors to his guestroom in the Gildebrant household lock automatically at midnight, and how many pairs of shoes fill Gildebrant's hallway.

Per April 2024, the first draft for His Impossible Brushstrokes is complete. The plan remains to seek tradpub or indie publishing once I've edited the thing.

Thereafter

My first self-released project. The first chapters of Thereafter is slated to be released via buttondown starting May 1st 2024. This story follows Michael, a man in his 30s who traveled to, and saved, a magical cave-world populated by kindly molefolk at the tender age of twelve (and a half.) Now, 20 years later, Michael struggles in life and finds himself wishing for those simpler days of adventure again. Life is not without a sense of cruel irony, as the phenomenon that spirited him away all those years ago reoccur. Michael doesn't find himself in the serene caves of the molefolk, however, but in a desperately ramshackle city built from the flotsam and jetsam of thousands upon thousands of worlds.

This strange town goes by the name of Thereafter, and it was the surviving population of the cave world, as well as many other worlds, built with what they could salvage after The Calamity. Few who saw the world-destroying catastrophe lived to tell the tale, and the few who have, tell conflicting and surely nonsensical tales of it. Either way, the few that survived being flung into the void between worlds found their way to this nexus of the dispossessed, where the despair of dispossession percolated under the pressure of resource insecurity and a general sense of the world quite literally coming to an end.

To assuage some of these fears, The Council of Thereafter, a hastily assembled collection of wizards, wise men and the occasional cryptic hermit, decided to summon heroes of the old to their side. Due to the way time flows differently in the realms of magic, centuries and even millennia have passed since Michael saved the Molefolk, and the tales of his exploits have only grown in his absence.

Fortunately, Michael will not be alone in his task of portraying a heroic figure far beyond what he is able to actually be. Unfortunately, his colleagues in this endeavor are all messed up to an equal degree to him. Lex, the Polish enby scientist, is cynical on a level that borders on the parodic and worryingly horny. Felipe, the Mexican pro athlete archer, is arrogant, flighty and seems physically unable to take anything seriously. Finally, Alicia, the New York-based fitness influencer, seems restless in a way that either speaks to undiagnosed ADHD or truly world-shaking rage contained under the athletic facade.

Together, this rag-tag band of 30-somethings must unite in their quest to portray the heroes that history have made them, all the while grappling with what it means to be a hero in a desperately imperfect world. The city of Thereafter is full of crime born of desperation, hatred born of fear, and runaway magic, but that is not all. After all, the only thing anyone can agree on about the Calamity is that it is still out there and may one day turn its destruction upon Thereafter.

With Thereafter, I plan to work more with character and group dynamics than I have in my earlier works. The dysfunctional found family of the Heroes is supposed to be a big draw of the story, alongside the mystery of The Calamity and more pressing concerns about survival. As usual for a Peebs story, there will also be rumination, politics and philosophy involved, tigers don't usually change their stripes after all, but we're also getting a fantasy post-apocalyptic tale of love, bravery, and the many obscure pains of growing up.

Thereafter will, as mentioned above, be released on a chapter by chapter basis via Buttondown, with an archive also being kept on Cohost. To subscribe to the release of Thereafter chapters, please see the introductory post or just go straight to my Buttondown site to subscribe.

[finniestoncrane]

I refuse to accept any interpretation of Mister freeze, where he isnt at least a little silly. I'm sorry but that man went into cryogenics because his last name sounded like "freeze" and he thought it was funny, and if you don't agree with me you're wrong. He makes too many ice puns for this to not be the case

LMAOOOOO the concept of him deciding his entire career based on his name and then finding out his wife is very ill and being like "oh, well isn't this just a very fortunate coincidence" and freezing her holy shit lmao

i don't think a batman villain is real until they have made a stupid pun or a joke or dorky catchphrase i refuse to let themselves be serious like yeah whatever jonathan crane can have me on my knees threatening me with the fear toxin and telling me what he's going to do to me in that gravelly voice, but at the end of the day, he called his goons strawmen, which is fuckin hilarious and such goober behaviour u-u

like i'm supposed to be scared when the cryo gun gets pointed at me and victor yells "SAY FREEZE?" lol buddy what is this, the beginning of your tight 5? you workshopping material for your turn at open mic night?

"riddle me this" riddle it yourself loser, go do a sudoku and calm down u-u

[superbbouquettidalwavo]

Anyone note how the background characters in some of these shows like House of Anubis, Power Rangers, Kamen Rider has to wonder what's going on.

Given how blatant Sibuna is, someone in the other houses has to find something out by the end of season 1. Nina couldn't lie to save her life. The adults are hardly any better. Then there's Rufus. The dude is subtle as a freight train. No one notice the weird guy fighting (ok more like massive pushing) the Dean and Victor?? He literally shows up at the school for the prom. No no one found that weird??

Like in Power Rangers, no one notices the color coordinated kids always see to fight the minions? How they seem to even know these kids by name? or by calling them color ranger? No one bothered to notice how prepared to fight these kids are? How the kids always seem ready for some asinine situation? That's not including the times they're attacked at random for no other reason then they're there. At least Lightspeed you can say they're doing their job. Why the hell are the Dino Thunder Rangers or the Zordon based rangers getting attacked at their school again? Geese.

Super Sentai is even worse at times. Zyuranger, everyone of these guys are by the victim kid or Dairanger has the three generals attacking the heroes without warning wherever they are!! Timeranger and Dekaranger aka Time Force and SPD for non Sentai fans and (yes they're very similar) are at least doing their jobs hence the attacks against them. Koryuger technically them doing a job as well, but Daigo (love or hate the guy) made them actual people. So by that point. Yes. Their civilian lives became hardly inconspicuous considering how close they're hanging out. I can only wonder how the Bioman's group is explained. In episode 13, Jun's instructor shows up and wonders correctly what's gong on. Especially when Jun is frequently attacked by Dr Man's goons.

In the original Kamen Rider, Takeshi Hongo and Hayato Ichimonji are almost always named by the villains. The three generals literally names Kamen Rider's identity HOW many times?? How do the NPCs do not notice?? Kuuga's protagonist basically called KUUGA by every Grongi in the series and IN FRONT OF OTHERS NO LESS!! W at least was a freaken detective and investigating things. Kuuga's just following his cop buddy.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Hi I got more questions about the starburst duo!

1: what’s their favorite video games?

2: what is their favorite anime and/or cartoons?

3: Chris has a brotherly/uncle relationship with Kon-El/Conner, what’s Jake’s relationship like with Kon-el?

4: you know how in some movies and tv shows a pair of best friends would get into a fight and act like: “your not my best friend anymore!” And towards the end they get back together, has that happen before between the two of them?

5: what’s the rouge galley for the both of them?

Silly question :p

6: on a scale of 1-10, how likely are they gonna aim for the crotch against a dude villain/goon? Speaking of that what’s their reaction seeing that stuff in movies like how in the first kung fu panda movie Po got hit in the tenders?

(Cracks Fingers while grinning wildly)

Back for more I see, my friend? Very well then…

1) In no particular order, they’d like (in spite of Dick and Lois having some second thoughts in allowing them for playing M Rated titles)

Mortal Kombat

Blitz The League

Cuphead

Dark Souls

Asura’s Wrath,

and perhaps their all time favorite,

The Rockband series (out of them, The Beatles Rockband being their top one. Chris can do both Vocals and Bass while Jake does Drums and Harmonies)

2) Dragon Ball…basically all of Dragon Ball. Whether it’s The OG, Kai, GT, or the upcoming Daima, they’ll be lined up in their best shirts that are either patterned after Piccolo’s outfit or have the Z Fighters on it with their snacks by their side on the couch and engage with an all night marathon of episodes and films. Their favorite character is unanimously Son Gohan

3) Those two get along as good friends though from Jake hears about Conner courtesy of his Uncle Tim and ‘Aunite’ Cassie, whenever Conner inevitably screws up with trying to win a girlfriend off the streets with his egotistical charms and attitude, Jake gleefully takes the chance for snarking about that screw up, much to Conner’s conniption.

Aside from that though, the two make it a sworn oath on working together for making sure Chris is safe and secure from the threats even he’s too great to handle, whether externally or especially his own internal ones including tendencies of low self esteem and fears of abandonment. Conner and Jake are there for him no matter what

4) Much to even their own surprise, not exactly. Yes, there have been moments the two have gone separately from each other before reuniting in full but the thing is, they never had said to each other that they’re no longer friends. They’re never actively taking pot shots or any sort of bad mouth each other even during their lowest points in their friendship.

In fact, it’s because of their close friendship, it’s how they’re able to communicate the message of “Hey Man, I really like to hang out with you but I don’t if it’s the right time right now. Maybe a little later? Still love ya as a friend btw” with little to no words whether it’s face to face or via phone texts. They have mutual respect and understanding of those moments and take their time.

Once they have a chance though, like say in the middle of a crisis or few, they’ll rush to each other’s aid and make up for it once it’s all said and done. Even in a hypothetical Civil War between all the superheroes which has the two in opposite sides would have a similar pattern between them.

5) I once answered this in a earlier ask but I feel like it’s the perfect time for a sort of expansion to that list. Some names here would be old classics while maybe one or two would be OCs of mine for villains.

General Dru Zod (Chris’ birth father and somewhat arch nemesis due to his….very tough love approach to put it very very mildly think of their relationship akin to say Omni Man and Invincible)

Mr Victor Zsasz (Jake’s own Gotham based arch enemy due to a particular case involving street orphans and urchins forcibly fighting a gladiator style tournament to the death and Jake facing Zsasz face to face at the climax of said case, a duel involving a rather brutal beat down since Jake’s powers were shut down briefly that includes a sharp blade and that old damned crowbar)

The Gordanians (Since Jake’s mother is Kory aka Starfire, it should be pretty self explanatory and easy to understand his dislike for these particular aliens)

Deathstroke the Terminator (Similar enough reason to the Gordanians only in this case it’s via what he done to Dick throughout the years as a Titan, whether it includes the forced apprenticeship or other misdeeds)

The Court of Owls (not only due to both Mar’i and Jake being offsprings of the ‘Gray Son’ but they also can sense Chris somehow being a unique sort that distinguishes him from the other Kryptonians (I.e. his unique physiology courtesy of his birth in the Phantom Zone and being a host for the Nightwing entity) that they can claim for themselves, an evolutionary step in their arsenal of Talons)

Cinderblock (The big dumb concrete lug frequently challenges Chris and Jake for a challenge in Bludhaven’s streets which they’re all too happy to take. He’s fun for them to take on)

Xa Du, The Phantom King (As the main ruler of the Phantom Zone himself, he naturally sees Chris as an obstacle to his own path of universal domination)

(And time for some OCs I have in mind)

NKVDemon (an ex-Spetznaz and apprentice of the KGBeast though his goals and methods are far more grand and widespread in comparison than his mercenary teacher’s. While not a cyborg like KGBeast or enhanced like Deathstroke, he’s dangerously intelligent, at peak human condition and utterly ruthless to the core)

Lion Master (a constantly bullied street orphan who ran to join a traveling circus where became the apprentice of an old kindly lion tamer, it all truly went downhill during one performance at Ivy Town when due to a simple mistake on his part, the kid ended up causing the old tamer’s unfortunate demise in front of the crowds, leading to him being kicked out of the circus he called home and the lions ordered in being out down. Not willing to see the felines he can call his friends meet their ends, the orphan frees the four big cats. Now with nothing left to lose and returning to the streets once more, the old tanner’s apprentice turns to a life of petty crime with his four kings of the jungle by his side and at his beckon command; competing his transformation into the Lion Master. Has a beef yet also somewhat a bond with Skybird due to their own connections to the circus yet Skybird and Nightwing ‘Phantom’ always foil his crimes)

La Llorona (‘The Weeping Woman’ herself; the Duo once encountered her during a vacation their families were taking in Mexico. A one time antagonist who they actually were able to communicate with in order to help her find peace with them but certainly a memorable one)

The monkeys and undead guardians of El Dorado (Ling story incredibly short, Time Travel shenanigans had Chris and Jake land in the a time lopping ancient city of gold with these monkeys and zombified warriors attacking the intruders almost every step of their way within their adventure to escape)

Vla-Bol (A Kryptonian juvenile delinquent who led an equivalent of a street gang doing all sorts of petty crimes and ruled their city streets/Hallways with an iron fist. At first, The Kryptonian High Coucil had Vla drafted into basically boot camp under the command of an ancestor of a certain Kryptonian General, Grand Admiral Gro-Zod. Unfortunately for Vla, despite or maybe because of taking the Admiral’s teachings and philosophy to heart, he went on committing plenty of bad conduct and failed to hold back his fury during war time as a Private. For this misconduct, Vla-Bol was banished to the Phantom Zone at the age of only 14 years, swearing vengeance on the House of Zod for this indignity. It just centuries later and once he finally is able to leave the Zone and find planet Earth, there happens on being a descendent of the old Admiral, Lor Zod aka Chris. Vla-Bol is an utter show off and Grade A jerk who flaunts his powers without any hesitation or second thought. Powers that are surprisingly deviant from standard Kryptonian ones as while yes he can fly, lift extremely heavy objects and exhibit super human speeds, for one he relies on Moonlight to fuel them. Also, in place of heat vision and x ray vision, Vla-Bol instead can make copies of himself composed of shadows and summon dark energy from the Zone itself, capable of leveling entire city blocks at the palm of his hands)

(*Phew* I think that should do it lol)

6) Chris: 3, Clark taught him well enough to not resort to dirty tricks in fighting his opponents

Jake: 10, Being raised in Bludhaven by Nightwing and having Red Hood as an Uncle….it’s pretty obvious he would fight dirty like they can lol

As for their reactions, both of them would giggling at those moments.

Okey Dokey, I’m pretty sure that’s a plenty for my answers, Anon

If there’s any suggestions to add or constructive criticisms, please Reblog/Reply. It’ll be very appreciated ;-)

[berkmansimagines]

it's time to go

A/N: Well this is it - my last fic! Just wanted to say this hitman wife series was so fun to write and thank you for reading ❤️

Summary: You and Barry try quitting your jobs, but find it easier said than done.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!wife reader

tw: violence against pregnant person

SMACK

You are woken up by a punch to the face. You open your eyes to take a look at your surroundings. You’re sitting in a chair in the middle of a warehouse. Your hands are tied behind your back. 

It isn’t the first time you’ve woken up in this type of predicament, but you pray that it's the last. You used to be a hitman. This type of shit was par for the course. But that part of your life is over now. You’re 18 weeks pregnant with a little girl. You and Barry quit your jobs after finding out you were having a baby. Neither of you wanted your child to grow up in that violent world, you were trying to keep your family safe. All you want is for you and Barry to have a fresh start with your baby daughter. You’re done with the hitman life, unfortunately it's not done with you… 

You’ve had old work contacts reach out to you about jobs and you refused them all. One of those contacts was a powerful crime boss named Roman. He wanted to meet with you about a job but you ignored his requests. Roman doesn’t take kindly to people turning him down. He felt slighted and took it personally. So Roman sent out one of his goons, Victor, to bring you to him.

Victor took you while Barry was driving you home from a doctor’s appointment. The goon crashed into Barry’s car and then pulled a gun on the two of you. You went with Victor so the confrontation wouldn’t turn violent. The last thing you remember is struggling in Victor’s arms while he jabbed you with a needle. He gave you a sedative that knocked you out. And that’s how you ended up here.

You suddenly feel someone roughly grab your chin. You look up and see Victor standing over you. 

“Yo Boss! Y/N is up!” Victor shouts.

Victor’s boss, Roman, confidently saunters in. You always thought that he was a smarmy asshole. It looks like not much has changed.

“Ah there she is!” Roman claps his hands together, “I’m so happy you could make it!”

You roll your eyes. The only reason you’re here is because you didn’t want Roman’s goon to shoot your husband.

“I didn’t have much choice in the matter,” you unenthusiastically.

“How have you been?” Roman asks as if he’s catching up with an old friend.

“Well, I’d be a lot better if I wasn’t tied to this chair right now. Can you help a girl out?” you try.

Roman laughs and circles behind you. He rubs his hands against your shoulders. You do your best not to flinch at his touch.

“No, I can’t do that! I don’t want you to try to run off before I tell you about your next job.”

You sigh impatiently. You’re not interested in hearing about this job at all. 

Meanwhile, Barry has just arrived at the warehouse. Barry had been tailing Victor’s car ever since he took you. The goon warned Barry not to follow but that didn’t stop your husband.

Barry is outside, trying to figure out a way in. The front entrance of the warehouse is a large metal sliding door. It’s mostly closed except for a tiny crack. 

Barry puts his eye up to the small opening in the door so he can take a look inside the warehouse. He sees you tied to a chair. You’re surrounded by the goon that kidnapped you and another man. Barry assumes it’s that crime boss Roman. 

Your husband tries to quietly open the sliding door so he can sneak in. But it’s stuck. The door won’t budge. 

“Fuck,” Barry curses to himself.

He won’t be able to get in this way. He needs to figure something else out.

Barry looks inside the warehouse once again. He can see you and hear a little bit from afar, but he doesn’t have a clear shot of either of the men. Barry doesn’t want to risk it because you’re there too. While trying to figure out his next move, Barry listens in on your conversation.

“I’ll cut right to the chase. I recently found out that my driver has started talking to a headshrinker. He knows too much. I can’t have him blabbing about me to some shrink. He has to go. And I need you to kill him,” Roman tells you.

You shake your head.

“I don't kill people anymore. I’m retired and making a fresh start.”

Roman snickers. He roughly grabs your hair and runs his fingers through it. Then he moves his hand down your face caressing your cheek.

“Awww, isn’t that nice? It’s cute you think you can just walk away but you’re gonna have to have to un-retire because you owe me. The only reason I’m stuck with this driver in the first place is because of what you did to the last one. Sal was my best driver before you crippled him.”

You smirk to yourself. Oh yeah, I did do that! It was a long time ago, before you even met Barry. You were a different person back then...

���Yeah well, he deserved it man. Sal’s a fucking bitch,” you shrug nonchalantly, “Also that was like 4 years ago! I think you all just need to really get over that.”

“He still walks funny,” Roman replies.

“He always walked funny! Me breaking his legs didn’t change that,” you argue.

SLAP

Roman abruptly backhands you hard across the face. It was so fast you didn’t even see it coming. 

“Ahhh,” you wince.

Your cheek stings like hell but you grit your teeth and fight through the pain.

Barry watches this all go down from outside the warehouse. He turns red after Roman hits you. Your husband is furious. 

Barry hastily tries opening the sliding door again. This time with a lot more force. It still won’t budge. After one last failed attempt, he decides to go around the building to try to find another way in.

CREAK

You, Roman and Victor all turn your attention to the front entrance. The big metal sliding door looks slightly ajar. Your eyes widen.

“Barry,” you mutter to yourself.

Roman scoffs.

“Victor, go check it out,” Roman orders his goon.

Victor pulls his gun out and cautiously approaches the front entrance. He slides open the metal door and looks around outside.

“Nobody’s here,” Victor announces.

The goon puts his gun away and slides the metal door shut.

“Looks like no one is coming for you after all,” Roman coolly tells you.

You shrug. You still believe that Barry is around here somewhere… 

“This is so stupid! Why don’t you just get Victor to do the job? He’s like your little lap dog, he’ll do anything you say,” you challenge Roman.

Roman grabs onto your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Victor works too closely with the driver already. He’d be a top suspect. No, this needs to be done by someone on the outside. It has to be you,” Roman counters.

“I can’t do the hit…I won’t. I don’t do that anymore,” you say quietly.

Roman chuckles and shakes his head. He goes down to your level, rests his hands on your lap. He’s getting uncomfortably close to you.

“Bullshit! Killing is all you can do. When you started you closed the door on doing anything else. You’ll never be able to leave this life behind, no matter how hard you try.”

His words cut like glass. Before you even have a chance to respond, Roman sees something peek out from your coat pocket.

“What’s that?!” Roman questions as he reaches inside your pocket. 

Oh fuck! Earlier today while Barry was driving you home, you had slipped one of the pictures of the sonogram into your coat pocket. You did it because you always wanted to have a picture of your daughter with you. You feel like an idiot now... 

Your eyes widen as you watch Roman pull the sonogram out of your pocket.

“Is this what I think it is?”

Your heart skips a beat. Roman holds up the sonogram to Victor.

“Looks like Y/N is expecting!” Roman announces.

Victor looks you up and down, eyeing your baby bump.

“I thought you were just eating your feelings,” the goon snickers.

You give Victor the stink eye. He’s such a fucking asshole.

Roman leans in even closer to you. He puts his hands on your stomach. You anxiously shuffle in your seat.

“Is this why you quit? This is the reason you want a fresh start?” Roman questions you.

You take a deep breath and slowly nod your head.

“I’m not doing the hit and you can’t make me. You need to find someone else to do the job,” you tell him.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” Roman sneers.

Roman steps back and nods to Victor. The goon pulls a knife out of his pocket. Your body tenses up as Victor approaches you. 

When Victor steps up, he lightly traces the knife down your face. If he applied any more pressure it would cut your skin. You’re nervously holding your breath.

Victor slowly runs his knife down your neck, chest and ribcage. He stops when he reaches your stomach, resting the knife on your baby bump. 

“If you can’t do the job because you’re having a baby then I will cut it out with a paring knife,” the goon threatens.

You shake your head in disbelief.

“You’ve always been a sadistic bastard but that’s really fucked up…even for you,” you say in a low, serious voice.

Victor snickers and then grazes your stomach with his knife. He’s applying more pressure this time - enough to cut your skin. You immediately start screaming.

“NO! NO! STOP IT!” you shriek at the top of your lungs.

You’re not screaming in pain. It’s fear. You had already miscarried once because of your job. You don’t want that to happen again.

While Victor antagonizes you, Barry finally finds another entrance to the warehouse. The place is a lot bigger than Barry had anticipated. He got in through one of the backrooms.

The first thing that Barry hears when entering the warehouse is you screaming in the faint distance. 

No, no, no, no, no!

Your husband races towards the noise.

“PLEASE STOP! I’LL DO THE JOB! I’LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE JUST STOP!” you beg.

“Alright, Victor, that’ll do,” Roman announces.

Victor stops cutting your stomach and backs away. You’re on the verge of tears, trying to catch your breath. That was one of the scariest moments of your entire life.

Roman approaches you. He brushes some hair out of your face. You flinch.

“This job needs to be done by the end of the day. I’ll text you the address. Call me when the hit is done,” Roman orders, and then, “Do you understand?” 

You don’t say anything. After a moment of silence, Roman grabs your hair and moves your head up and down in a nodding motion.

“Yes Roman,” he answers for you.

Roman lets go of your hair and pats your cheek one more time. Then he nods to Victor.

“Cut her loose. She has a job to do.”

Roman drops the picture of your sonogram on the floor right in front of you. He walks away. As he leaves, he claps his hands and excitedly spins around.

“And as always, Y/N, it was great catching up!” the crime boss cackles before disappearing into one of the warehouse’s back rooms.

Victor uses the same knife he cut your stomach with to cut your binds. He leans in uncomfortably close to your ear.

“You better not be lying about doing the hit,” the goon warns. He sounds skeptical.

You gulp, slowly nodding your head.

“Because if you don’t finish the job, I’m coming back for you,” Victor threatens you.

Victor steps away from you when he finishes untying you. As soon as your hands are free, you check your baby bump. You have a small flesh wound. It’s bleeding a little bit but it doesn’t look too bad. You think the baby is okay.

You stand to your feet, rubbing your wrists to get some circulation back. You pick up the picture of the sonogram that Roman dropped on the floor and safely tuck it away back in your pocket. 

BANG

That sounded like a gunshot coming from one of the back rooms. 

“What the fuck was that?!” Victor asks.

You intuitively know that it’s your husband. 

You and Victor hear footsteps coming closer. Victor pulls out his gun once again and raises it, ready to shoot whoever walks through the door. Your eyes widen. You can’t let Barry walk into a trap. You need to stop Victor. 

You impulsively grab the chair you were just tied to and make a run towards Victor.

“NOOOO!” you yelp.

WHAM

You bash Victor’s back with the chair at full force. He falls to the floor, dropping his gun in the process. You eye the gun as it slides a few feet away. You make a move for it .

“FUCK! You bitch!” Victor growls. 

Victor suddenly realizes that his gun is no longer in his hand. You watch as he frantically looks for it on the floor.

“Where the fuck is my it?!” 

You cock the gun and point it at Victor.

“Right here, asshole,” you say through gritted teeth.

Victor snickers and rises to his feet.

“You’re not going to do anything. You just said yourself that you aren’t a killer any-” 

BANG, BANG

You shoot Victor in the head and chest. He’s dead before he hits the ground. 

“Starting now…” you breathe, dropping the gun to the floor.

“Y/N!”

You turn around to see Barry rushing towards you. You take a couple of steps to meet him. 

“Are you okay?!”

Barry examines the cuts and bruises on your face. He looks you up and down, noticing some blood on your stomach. His eyes widen. You lift up your shirt to show him the flesh wound on your stomach.

“I…I think I’m okay… He didn’t cut too deep…”

Barry lets out a sigh of relief and pulls you into a hug. You close your eyes and relax in your husband’s arms. You feel safe.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve gotten here sooner. I shouldn’t have let that guy take you...” Barry apologizes.

You pull away from the hug, but keep each other close.

“It’s not your fault,” you quietly reply, and then, “Do you really think we can get out of this?”

Barry scrunches his forehead, confused.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

You take a deep breath, shaking your head.

“Roman was trying to get me to do a job. When I told him I quit, he said that killing is all I can do and I’ll never be able to leave this life behind. I don’t know… I guess I’m just afraid there’s some truth to it…”

Barry looks at you with concern. He lightly rubs your arms, attempting. to calm you down.

“That guy was full of shit. He doesn’t know you… You should be able to be the person that you say you are. You’re not a killer, you’re gonna be a mom,” Barry tries.

You sigh and look down at your feet. You’re taking in what Barry just said. Maybe he’s right. You’ve spent so much of your life letting other people tell you what you are, it’s how you became a hitman in the first place… But you don’t want to do that anymore. You deserve the chance to start over and be able to define who you are for yourself.

You slowly nod your head and pull Barry into another hug. You don’t say anything, but you don’t have to. Barry knows that you took what he said to heart.

After a beat, Barry pulls away.

“We should get outta here before anyone else shows up,” your husband says with a quiet urgency in his voice.

Barry grabs the gun you used to kill Victor. The weapon has your fingerprints all over it. Barry will dispose of it later.

He takes your hand.

“C’mon, it’s time to go…”

--

That's all folks! Thank you and good night!

[newyorkthegoldenage]

On April 5, 1956, the labor columnist of the Daily Mirror, Victor Riesel, and his secretary left Lindy's restaurant at 3:00 in the morning. As they walked to Riesel's car, parked in front of the nearby Mark Hellinger Theater, a small-time hood named Abraham Telvi materialized out of the shadows and threw a vial of sulphuric acid in Riesel's face. It got him straight in the eyes.

Riesel was a hard-hitting foe of organized crime, Communists, and toughs in labor unions (his father had been crippled for life by ILGWU goons), and his column appeared in 193 newspapers. In 1956 he was working closely with the New York Attorney General in an ambitious assault on the city`s rackets.

His blinding created an uproar. "It is a return of the Al Capone era" thundered the Mirror. "It is the simple, bald determination on the part of the underworld to have its own way and maintain its fabulously profitable rackets by terror and death, and in defiance of the law." It concluded, "The scum who plotted this cruel attack may rob a man of his eyes but not of his vision."

It was eventually determined that New Jersey racketeer Johnny Dio, a prime target of Riesel and the Attorney General, had hired Telvi to make the attack. He was never prosecuted, but in July, Telvi was found shot dead on Mulberry St. He had been paid a few hundred dollars for the acid attack but had later decided it was worth $50,000.

Riesel's column continued to be written by his staff until he was able to return to work. He continued to report on labor for decades.

Photo: Riesel in the hospital on April 6. Anthony Camerano for the AP via the NY Daily News

[danicadenniss]

My reboot of Totally Spies

Clover’s family: the mother is Stella Anderson who is well aware earlobe contouring surgeon and the father is Christian who is a well respected fashion photographer.

The couple have three daughters, the oldest daughter is Selene who is a freshman at the and studied at Otis College of Art and Design and she is a fashionista, a girly girl and a stylist. She have a romantic relationship with Carlos Casoy-Huang as they go to school together long time ago as they date each other every day. She dislikes her younger sister ruling her date by making her cry. Someday she get married with him soon. She is studying to be fashion photographer just like her father.

The middle daughter is Christiane (Clover) who is a high school student at Beverly Hills High School and interested for arts, music and fashion, she is teen-punk and dark soft girl as the member of the band and she played piano at her young age, since parents bought her toy piano set, when her older sister put on makeup and her younger sister prank on her by making her and her friends, Alex and Sam’s life miserable for the same reason, she disliked Mandy as a school bully in the high school by talking to her in classes, she going to art foundation, audio production and fashion design classes every three school periods and she is playing keyboard with the band.

The youngest daughter is Elizabeth (Eliza) who is a middle school student at Beverly Vista Middle School and also jock and athletic likes Mandy’s cousin Marvin as she could trouble all the time as she showed interested more sports and crimes her parents bought girly things when she was little as her punishment for his works, yelling at her mother by prefer not to wear dresses, skirts flats, and other girly clothes and accessories including wearing makeup, hurting her older sister’s feelings by making her cry and pranked her middle sister by making her life miserable, with her bestie and the Anderson’s rivalry with the Luxes as a battle between Christian and Big Manfred as he and his wife keep their mansion safe from his goons.

The Anderson are part Irish, part Romanian, part Jewish and part French American and also Christian whose go to church every Sunday.

Clover’s great grandfather Constantin Adam was born in Logoj, Romania. He was a legendary vampire and werewolf hunter as he protected Victor Adam (Stella’s father and Selene, Clover and Eliza’s maternal grandfather, and Christian’s father in law) who is a pastor after he sacrificed himself to protect Aurora who was a Christian nun (Stella’s maternal grandmother, Christian’s grandmother in law and Selene, Clover and Eliza’s maternal great grandmother) as they moved to U.S.A. from Romania. Clover have a black cat pet cat named Ruby.

As he met Nicole LaBride (Stella’s mother, Christian’s mother in law and Selene, Clover and Eliza’s maternal grandmother) who is a nurse at the city’s hospital, in Beverly Hills Hospital.

The Anderson family is very successful and they live in a mansion and they have a good relationship and Clover love her family and she dislikes her younger sister’s horrible behavior, she and her older sister don’t care about sports or organizing crime. Stella and Christian raised their three daughters.

Alex’s family: The Casoy and the Huang family are Spanish Filipino American families, the father, Carmen Casoy (the male version of Carmen) who is a Spanish W.H.O.O.P. agent and a psychologist who work at between the headquarters and the clinic and the mother, Alona Huang who is a art teacher at Hawthorne School, the couple have two children.

The oldest son is Carlos who is a freshman at the University of California, Berkeley and he studying marine science as he studied oceanography, he is going to be an ocean scientist and he have a romantic relationship with Selene as they go to school together long time ago and he getting married her soon after graduating from college.

The youngest daughter is Alexandria (Alex) who is a high school student who is in Beverly Hills High School, she love animals, soccer and biology class. She is a basic urban and boho student and she and her cousin David go to school together every day.

Alex’s grandmother is Adhika who is a house with her husband Hari (Alona’s father, Carmen’s father in law, Carlos and Alex’s paternal grandfather) who is a architectural historian who works at the museum, as Alex taking care of her great grandmother Analyn who in her wheelchair as she retired from being a housewife since her husband died in the war since she, her daughter, her son in law and her granddaughter moved to U.S.A. from Philippines as she met Carmen back in the high school years. She have a pet pig named Oniky from the pet when she was little but she loves her family so much. As they visited her aunt Celeste (Carmen’s twin sister, Alona’s sister in law and Carlos and Alex’s aunt) and her uncle Diego at their house, she disliked Mandy planning to date her cousin David by making fun of her and her Sam and Clover all the time, the teachers sending her to the principal’s office by protecting her cousin from being bullied by her, as they speak Spanish, Philippine and English while she go to the Spanish class.

Sam’s family: The Simpson family are African Americans people who did the company, the father is Samuel Jr., the mother is Gabriella, the grandfather is Samuel Sr. and the grandmother is Luella as they running a family business, they have their children.

The oldest is Samantha (Sam) who is a high school student who is in Beverly Hills High School with her friends, Alex and Clover, they can separate and they met them during lunch and study hall sessions. She disliked bullies including Candy Sweet along with Mandy planning to bullying her and her friends by ruling her life out of them, the teachers took them to the principal’s office for their punishment for bullying her. She love science and astronomy. She is basically casual and athletic.

The youngest twin are Michael and Misty whose are in the preschool program at Beverly Hills Church Pre School and they love playing their games and toys, they love to play with Sam’s pet dog Mayday and their father dislike them playing with her dog Mayday because their older sister protects her from them. They’re both very cute, playful and very mischievous all the time.

The Simpson running video game arcade place called Space Zone at Groove is the outdoor shopping center. The Simpson spending time together and working together as the children go to school.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Hi I literally goshed over how cute the dog ask was! So I came up with an idea for part 2 how would the riddlers react to ether there hench men or another members of the rouges gallery making there dog an Instagram account and said dog becoming Instagram famous with over 1,000 followers ps I luv your writing

"Riddler's with Dogs Pt 2" Riddler Party Ask

I'm glad! This is definitely in my Arena so I'm happy to give more! After this one I have a cat ask for riddlers too, so look forward to that. And thank you for the praise <3 Part one is here!

TW: None

Gotham

It was Victor. Victor would have done it for Penguin's dog Edward but then his boss would have gotten all pissy and it wasn't worth it. What's Edward (the human) going to do when he takes pictures of Oswald (the dog) for Insta? Riddle him to death? Try to outshoot the shooter? Please.

Edward and Oswald (the human) hang out often enough for Victor to sneak video and pictures of the little guy. He documents care videos of things Edward does for "records" when Oswald (the dog) has to be taken care of by others. Really, he's posting them on Instagram.

Once Edward finds out, he's frustrated and demands for Victor to take it all down since it's not even his dog! That is, until Victor is showing off the numbers Oswald (the dog) is doing. One of his most popular photos is a candid pic of the dog in Oswald (the human's) lap snoring when Edward was away one weekend.

....He can't deny it makes him a little happy to see the positive comments and likes on all these small, innocuous moments that otherwise would have been taken for granted. Victor can keep it up. For now. But there's definitely going to be high end glamor shots added via Edward himself.

60s

one of the younglings had to introduce him to the concept. Always on her tiny phone snapping photos of everything including Pascal. Then one day she's trying to explain what Instagram is. So it's like a digital photobook. That sounds adorable, but really, is it relevant to anything?

She then points to the number of followers and says that's the amount of people who want updates about Pascal and his antics. Edward brightens at the thought. Wait, there are comments? Oh, would you look at that, they love him!

Edward is like that happy, dorky uncle who now wants to be included on the photo taking. What's the perfect cinematic shot? The Instagram game turns to short videos, which then turns to tiktok shorts once he's shown how to do that... Pascal ends up getting a fancy riddler suit jacket of his own with the proceeds.

Imagine you're a hostage in 1960s Gotham. The Riddler has overtaken the event with his goons. There is a corgi in a question mark themed suit. One of the goons is filming the corgi shaking his little hips as he walks. Riddler poses a question for the audience at home. This is going to take hours if Batman doesn't arrive quickly.

BTAS

Query and Echo did it. They aren't a constant presence like they were at one time, but they still appreciate the occasional team up with their favorite man in green. And they fall in love with little Curie.

They tease him for trying to retire and "settle down" with his dog... As they take pictures and video with filters of her in her little fashion coat. Echo jokingly makes the Instagram at first as they're all a little tipsy on wine. Then both of them post pictures and videos of her with Edward in the background.

Then... Oh, shit. This got bigger than they ever planned. Sure, cute animals are popular but- Edward isn't mad when he finds out. In fact, he's amused and downright smug. Of course she's popular, look at her!

He ends up making a small video game with her as the star. Hey, don't blame him for making profit off of a popularity hype. It's a good game, brings in honest money and puts his name back on the market. Win-win in his opinion.

Zero Year

Despite being notorious for not playing well with others, he has to have some goons later on to help with the heavy lifting. One of them ended up being good with Minerva so Edward thought, what the hell, they could clean up after her when he's busy. What he didn't realize is the guy ended up taking photos and posted a few of them online. That curly tail is to die for!

Edward caught the man on his phone looking at photos of Minerva and found the account with less than 100 followers. Photos that were fine but not great. So he took over the account immediately.

He immediately decided to up Minerva's aesthetic game. High quality photos, photo shoots, cosplay- Yes, cosplay. The amount of followers bumps up past 1,000 within a couple weeks. It doesn't help he messed with the website algorithm. Just a little. Everyone WILL appreciate his dorky beautiful dog.

Arkham

The one time he decided to actually hire people instead of just robots to do his bidding, and they do this. First, one of them decided to show off his doggie grooming background and freshened him up. Unnecessary! Asimov was fine! Then he's getting messages from Harley of all people telling him his dog is online and famous.

He corners his henchpeople who shrug saying it was a fluke. Passing the time when they wait around for orders! People love the one-eyed little creature. And they love seeing Edward show rare soft moments towards him.

People call his dog ugly-cute and he's offended on behalf of Asimov. Asimov is perfectly fine the way he is. He's not ugly! Someone has to explain that's a good thing and he scoffs them off.

At some point he gets tired of having henchmen around in his space and boots them to the streets. Then he hacks into the account and changes the password and authentication so the account can stay up. If he remembers he'll throw videos up, usually of Asimov doing tricks showing how smart he is.

Telltale

Funny enough it's his buddy Catwoman who does it. Selina KNOWS an Instagram worthy pet when she sees it. And this puppy is CUTE. Plus she's probably one of the few people he'd allow in his space besides Bane and actually trust. Bane is also in several pictures with Columbo. He knows the show, it was one of the few things that would ever play on the one shitty, shitty TV in the prison he grew up in.

She's delighted to tell him once the account gets popular. He scoffs and doesn't believe it until she shows him the numbers.

He supposes people have good taste about the pain in his ass. Then the memes start where they compare the riddler's dog to the TV show detective he's named after. He says how ridiculous they are and how people should use their time better, but Selina catches him giving a sensible chuckle at them often.

2022

Let's be real, he started the Instagram account. He figured his followers could go see pictures of her when he's not streaming and she's in the background. What he didn't expect was a flurry of other followers that have no idea who is is, but want to see more of wiggly Ava. It's enough to make him anxious.

The pictures aren't the best or the quality of videos but she's just so delightful and when he opens up about her story, it garners even more views. There's something so genuine about the presentation.

He tries to get some overlap into his Riddler persona but it doesn't work out. Batman follows the Ava account. Just to make sure there aren't any secret messages there. That's it. Absolutely not because the dog is adorable.

[pinkiepiebones]

can i hear about your interpretation of victor zsasz??

The easiest thing to do would be to dig through my archive searching the Zsasz tag there... But like if you want some Greatest Hits of mine...

- Victor Zsasz is an irredeemable monster. Honestly had it not been for Danny Jacobs’ superb voice acting in Arkham City I would not care about this character and rage about his squandered potential like I do.

-I pick and choose what I accept as canon because he is so mistreated as a character. I accept all that Alan Grant and Norm Breyfogle did, as they created Zsasz. They were his fathers. I think they would know best. They originally created Zsasz to be Gotham’s Hannibal Lecter- an unnervingly shrewd, intelligent, and abhorrent creature in a man suit. Also other Important Things like

1) Zsasz hates guns. He considers them clumsy, noisy, and he hates the smell of them. He only uses a gun when he does not have any other sort of weapon available.

2) Zsasz is canonically the only villain who can sneak up on and take Batman by total surprise.

3) Zsasz has killed hundreds. The GCPD can only positively link him to around two dozen murders.

4) Zsasz is incredibly manipulative.

5) Zsasz is incredibly dangerous- in his DEBUT ISSUE he is denied soap to wash his hands because he can kill with it. He can’t feed himself because the last time he had a fork he paralysed an orderly. He’s led around with hooked poles by armed guards. His therapy sessions are conducted when he’s safely locked in a metal tube, which is locked inside a cage, and Dr. Arkham is seated six feet away.

6) Zsasz is incredibly strong- again, as per Grant and Breyfogle, he does isometric exercises when locked up. He lifted a doctor and crushed her windpipe with one hand.

7) Zsasz’s tally marks are tally marks. I do not understand why this is so hard for artists who use him in their runs. His scars are not randomly slapped on; they’re methodical and orderly.

- I personally think he has the potential to be such a more interesting foil for Bruce Wayne/ Batman than the fucking Jonker. Both Victor and Bruce were psychologically damaged by the loss of their parents- Bruce when he was a child, Victor when he was an adult. I sometimes find myself wondering things like: Did the Waynes and the Zsasz know each other? Were Bruce and Victor friends? Does Bruce ever express empathy for what Zsasz is now? Where the fuck was Victor’s support network? Etc. There’s so much unexplored land out there but no let’s spend another 87 specials and movies and action figures and art shows and shirts and on the fucking Jonker.

- The honest to goodness canon information on Zsasz is so scant I made up... a Lot. Like the names of his parents, for one.

- Zsasz fucking hates the Penguin so much are you kidding me. Fucking Gotham show ... The Penguin is the reason Zsasz exists as the monster he is. Zsasz is saving a place for Penguin’s tally mark. Honestly I love the idea that Penguin is scared shitless at the prospect of ever meeting Zsasz* and will frequently put out hits on him.

* (I know, I know, in Arkham City, in Penguin’s museum, you can find the display in which Zsasz was placed. You think Pengu put him there himself? Fuck no, dude’s got goons. Jeesh.)

- When able, Zsasz stalks his victims to gauge whether or not they are “worthy” of receiving his “gift of salvation.” In the Arkham Asylum game, in his Patient Interview tapes, that is basically spelled out. He’s talking to his doctor and he starts asking about her life in that disarming, lilting cadence of his- “... As you take the three flights of stairs up to your apartment, as you unlock your four locks, as you realise you forgot to buy the cat food- again- as you curl up in your favourite red chair, cat on lap, you find yourself wishing something would happen... I can be that something, Sarah. I am your salvation.” CHILLING.... Doctor Sarah is understandably put on leave, which prompts Zsasz to slaughter his guards and escape. The final bit of the last tape is the replacement doctor realising Zsasz will go after Sarah and calling her in a panic. Sarah answers and you hear knocking. She says “oh, hang on, someone’s at the door” as the other doctor is yelling into the phone “SARAH! IT’S ZSASZ!”). Honestly those tapes and Danny Jacobs never got the accolades they deserve. As I said above, Jacobs’s work is the REASON I love this horrible character.

I could literally go on for ages but I’ve got dishes to wash so. Yeah.

[catohphm]

Thanks to the encouragement of @hphmmatthewluther and @akaisenhatake, I’ve been considering ways to remix the story of HPHL into something perhaps better in many ways than what ended up in the final game.

The biggest change I’ve thought of is switching the antagonists around. The main antagonists in my headcanon are Victor Rookwood and his group of dark wizards instead of Ranrok. Ranrok doesn’t represent all goblins. Instead he leads a rogue sub-faction of goblins who don’t get along with the main goblin authority. He’s like the werewolf Fenrir Greyback but in the goblin world.

Prejudice against their respective kinds led both Greyback and Ranrok to turn to using war and violence to get back at wizardkind. They gave both communities a bad name and fuel stigma against them through their actions. 

Rookwood and Ranrok form an alliance, causing trouble and mayhem in the country. I’m not sure what ideology Rookwood’s group would have, but they’re a ruthless bunch nonetheless. 

Sebastian Sallow is going to be kidnapped by Rookwood’s group because of his interest in the Dark Arts instead of going rogue and falling into trouble with the law himself. He doesn’t betray his friends, use the Unforgivable Curses on any of his peers, get expelled or thrown in Azkaban. Instead he learns the true nature of the curses while in the captivity of Rookwood and his goons. The kidnapping of Sebastian also gives a better and more urgent reason for Danny to get involved in stopping Rookwood and Ranrok and restoring peace for both the goblins and wizards for the time being.

[xxmyhomexx]

KING OF PRIDE SPINOFF IDEA: Son of Pride

Just read the second book in the King Of Sins series by Ana Huang, and I have THOUGHTS.

Isabella and Kai have identical twin sons, an older one after Isabella's father (I don't think his name was mentioned, so I'll call him Arthur) and the other one named Kellan. Kellan takes after his dad into becoming the CEO of his father's company, while Arthur becomes a successful artist like his Uncle Felix. They are close to their grandparents on both sides, with Kellan taking tips from Leonora and Edwin, and Arthur attending events with Perlah, Felix, and his wife Clarissa.

During the race, a rival company comes to claim the vote, a woman named Narissa. She is beautiful, and while she is competition, Kellan can't help but be infuatuated with her. She feels the same, and the two begin a romantic relationship.

However, Narissa has a secret: she was sent to take the Young Corperation down by her father, Victor, but she can't go through with it because she genuinely sees Kellan is a good man. She gathers courage and tells him the truth, feeling guilty because she was so deep into it it passed over her head.

Kellan is angry and breaks up with her, unbelieving that she hadn't exposed his family's business secrets to Victor. He is heartbroken and full of hatred, hatred for Victor Black. When he tells Kai what happened, he has no idea what to do about Narissa.

"Did she ever give you any hint about her betrayal? Did she want to expose you?"

"No," Kellan is confident. "She looked bothered. Like she didn't want to do it at all."

Meanwhile, Narissa is confronted by Victor, who is enraged that she fell back on their plans. Narissa tells Victor it was his own fault that his business blew up in flames, just because Isabella wouldn't hook up with him and he's a terrible father. To her surprise, Victor smacks her and tells her he doesn't need her anyway, because he will unleash hell on Kellan's world, promising to ruin Kai's son before his life starts.

Narissa is terrified and runs to Kellan's apartment, banging on the door. When Kellan doesn't answer, she tries his friend's, and they mention he is going to his brother's art exhibition with his parents.

Narissa rushes to the exhibit. True to his word, they see Victor and another of his associates hiding in the crowd, but she knows she must be careful. She sees the goon at the bar, pouring a tray of drinks. She sneaks around to the back, and notices that he is taking something out of his pocket. It is a packet of drugs, and they look HARD.

The event starts to go, and Narissa walks toward the goon, confronting him head on. They get into a squabble, and end up falling through a wall in the middle of the crowd. Everyone is in shock, and Kellan walks over to Narissa, helping her up. Narissa explains the situation, and she exposes Victor to the crowd.

Victor is arrested, and Kellan and Narissa reconcile. She is welcomed into the family with open arms.

[anyathefandom]

To Those Fortunate Enough chapter 38:

@burned-lariat

**Note** listen if you see me being extra thirsty about Wallace in this chapter mind your business!!!!😂

"Mr. Corinthos, you have a visitor."

Sonny blinked at the nurse as she stepped back, Wallace walking into her spot. A wicked smirk was on his face, and if Sonny could, he'd put a bullet between the man's eyebrows.

Me: This man hasn't even said anything yet and I'm already laughing. I just know he's about to be trouble.😂

"Sonny," Wallace greeted.

"I know what you did."

"I've done a lot of things. I murdered a bloodthirsty psychopath, I reunited my family-"

"You set my warehouse, my coffee stock, my livelihood, on fire."

"Oh yeah, I did that too," Wallace stepped closer, pulling up a stool, "not to mention what happened afterward. I hope Michael's doing well."

Me:

"You are one sick bastard."

"Everyone loves calling me that."

"There's a reason why."

"I know; I embrace it. I'm a criminal, I'm a scumbag, I'm not fit to walk the Earth, I've heard it all before. Doesn't bother me."

Me: And that's why I love him. He's so unapologetic about who he is.🤌

"You know," Sonny cleared his throat, "you've got a lot of nerve showing up to my room like this."

"So? What are you going to do, shoot me? You're going to have a goon shoot me? I'm pretty sure your head guy is out of commission thanks to me, of course."

Me: You know what Wallace must of had a glass of:

"Do you enjoy being a smug son of a bitch?"

"I do. In fact, when it comes to filth like you, I relish in it. It's always fun to knock grandstanding jackasses down a few pegs."

Me: He's such an ass....and I love it

"That doesn't make you better than me."

"Who said I'm better than you?" Wallace scoffed, "Sonny, we're mobsters. Morality and good nature isn't our thing."

"There can be some nobility in it."

"What?" Wallace's laugh was airy, "Nobility, morality, in a criminal job? Where is this coming from?"

Me: Oh Wallace you didn't know??? Sonny is the mobster with a heart of gold.💛🥴

"You don't know me, Heller. I've been through things that deeply, deeply change a man."

"So have I."

"How? You came from nothing; you have no past. All that you have to your name is a battered, broken child and a flimsy criminal enterprise. No support, no affection, no angel on your shoulder."

Me: Sonny. Sonny Michael corinthos. Sir you used to be a battered child as well my guy, so you would think you wouldn't throw that in his face.😬

"And what do you have?" Wallace tapped his chin, "Oh, right. You have no cover, a collapsing enterprise, and a divided family. Lest we forget how Michael was dumb enough to allow my son and I to infiltrate your business."

"And you have an amazing relationship with your son?"

Wallace bit the inside of his lip. Sonny raised his eyebrows in response.

"Oh," he grinned, "I see."

Me: Sonny y'all are in the same boat now with your sons so you can't be petty about that.😂

Sonny's glare intensified, "Well, you must be proud of how screwed up your son is. Gleefully working for the mob and getting swept up in Victor…I mean, his grandfather's schemes. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

Me: Sonny your son's dick has probably killed more people than Dex has.🤷

"Dex is nothing like that man. Nothing."

"His mother is a Cassadine. He's as every bit demented as they are."

"You know nothing."

"And considering who his mother is related, I'm willing to bet she's just as bad."

"Shut your trap, you worthless swine," Wallace got in Sonny's face, "or so help me God, I will tear apart more than just your hamstring."

Sonny blinked in response, his mouth closed. Wallace pulled back, running a hand through his hair as he tried to compose himself.

Me: Oh we love to see sonny realizing that Wallace is willing to beat his ass over his family. Like Wallace Heller the man you are.😌

Sonny sent the man a death glare, "...You have no idea what you've done."

"No, I'm perfectly aware," Wallace got to his feet, "I torched all your coffee beans, trapped you, your goon, and your dumb son in the inferno, and shot to injure."

"My family's lives are at stake and it's all your fault!"

"And?" Wallace shrugged, "All's fair in a mob war. It's all about power and growth, and how do you take that for yourself? You steal it from someone else."

"My territory is not for you to take."

"Too late," Wallace started walking towards the door, "You're losing more ground as we speak, and you have Michael to thank for it. Congrats to him, I suppose. He got what he wanted in your downfall…even if it means he and the rest of your family suffers in the end."

"This isn't the end of me," Sonny snapped, "Once I'm healed, my wrath will come back at you tenfold."

"And whenever that day comes, I'll be ready," Wallace stood in the doorway, turning back one last time, "Watch your back, Corinthos. Things are just getting started between us."

Me:

The rage in his veins was hot.

"What are you doing here?" Michael snapped, glaring at the man in the doorway. Dex stuffed his hands in his front pockets before walking inside.

"I saw you in the window," he replied, "thought I'd pay you a visit."

The Mex shipper in me:

"I can't believe you'd do this to me."

Dex raised an eyebrow at the man. There was a strong frown on Michael's face, disappointment in his features.

"I trusted you," the man said, "You came to me as someone willing to take down a threat to innocent lives, someone who was eager to right a wrong."

"How else were you going to let me in? All you cared about was taking your dad down. Him being a mobster was the selling point."

"I can't believe you. You didn't care about justice o-or doing something good, you cared about making your dad happy

Me: And you cared about making your dad miserable like be fucking fr Michael.🥴

I did what he asked of me because I was working for him. It's what you do when you have a job."

"Get out," Michael pointed at the door, "You're done here."

"Oh, come on, Michael," Dex shook his head, stepping closer to the bed, "I know you well enough to know that you don't want me to go."

The Mex shipper in me:

Oh, come on, Michael," Dex shook his head, stepping closer to the bed, "I know you well enough to know that you don't want me to go."

"I do-"

"C'mon," Dex took a seat on a nearby stool, "tell me how you're really feeling. Don't hold back."

"You betrayed me," Michael began, venom in his tone, "I brought you in, I gave you an incredibly important task, I put my faith in you. You made me believe you could take my dad down-"

"Which I did."

"Yeah, you did, at the expense of my whole family. All my siblings and cousins, everyone tied to Sonny, is now open season for his enemies."

Me: So what did Michael think was going to happen when they lock sonny up?😂

"I'm sorry-"

"Shut up. You're not sorry."

"I'm sorry your family is going to suffer because of your actions."

Me:

The moments where I screamed:

"Do you hear yourself?" Dex raised both eyebrows, shooting Michael a look, "Truly, Michael. Are you listening to the words coming out of your mouth?"

"And how correct they are? Yeah, I am."

"No, not even close. Not even close! Michael, I didn't just randomly come around asking for a job. You openly searched for someone to do your dirty work and happened to choose me. You're the one who orchestrated all of this; it's not my fault you couldn't look past your own hubris and pettiness."

"Oh, come on, Michael," Dex rolled his eyes, "How hard are you going to push this? Take some responsibility here."

"Why? You're not."

"I did what you told me to do. You're the ringleader here; whatever happens to your family is because you wanted their one safety net to burn."

"That's not it-"

"That's exactly it. You're going to be the one with blood on your hands here. You couldn't accept that your parents split up, you cared more about your hurt feelings than the welfare of your family, this is all on you."

"No," Michael shook his head, "it's not-"

"It absolutely is," Dex's voice was cold and stern, "You were so caught up in this…revenge fantasy against your dad that it blinded you to everything else. You didn't think once about your family, you just thought about you. And now that your scheme has fallen apart, you need someone to blame because you don't want to admit this is all your fault."

"Sonny deserves to lose everything!"

"And so do you!".

I hate you," Michael growled, "All this trust and faith I had in you and you just…stomped on it. You're just as scummy and foul as your criminal father."

Dex got to his feet, his eyes sharp with a glare. Michael gulped at the sight.

"And you're as scummy and foul as yours," he said, "At least I can live with that comparison."

"Get. Out."

"Gladly."

Dex turned away, walking towards the door. Michael's nostrils flared for a moment before he felt himself slightly relax.

"Dex," he called out, "Wait."

"What?" he turned around.

Michael's voice was deep and clear: "You ruined my life."

Dex pursed his lips, shrugging, "You ruined your own life. Have fun sleeping at night."

Michael opened his mouth to respond, but Dex turned the corner before he got a chance. The man laid back in his bed, considering his next move. On impulse, he grabbed a nearby plastic cup and chucked it at the window. He did the same with a larger plastic tub, breaking down into tears. His emotions were scattered, a mix of anger and heartbreak and agony sitting on him. Part of him wanted to chase after Dex and escalate things, part of him wanted to scream, but in the moment, most of him felt dread of what was to come, a fear of the unknown that was expanding until it swallowed him whole.

Me: This whole scene legit read like a messy break up. The way they have way more angst (and passion if we're going to be real and messy 😂) than Jex has is astounding.

Sidenote: This has to be my 2nd favorite chapter. I was LIVING!!!!