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101flavoursofweird · 1 year ago

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Can I perhaps request a short fic about the Ravens and the Golden Garden/Targent for PL4 Day (I love those crazy kids)? I had this somewhat odd idea that Swift just adopts any kid with a bird name because he's quite literally a mama bird in my eyes...(Crow, pack your bags, lmao).

((Thank you for the request! I’m sorry this is a day late and it’s kind of open-ended but it was already longer than intended and I needed to finish it.))

Title: The Raven and the Swift

Description: The Black Ravens aren’t giving up the Golden Garden without a fight. Swift is sent to infiltrate Misthallery.

Set: After PL4, but before Miracle Mask and Azran Legacy

Spoilers: For PL4

Warnings: Referenced character/animal death, Swift carries a knife

Swift— dressed in white trainers, khaki cargo shorts, and a red floral shirt— made his way up to the Golden Garden.

While his ‘tourist’ disguise was intended to portray a casual demeanour, he admittedly (and ironically) would have felt more at ease in his Targent uniform. His face felt particularly exposed without his scarf and his sunglasses, but his dark brown contact lenses would have to do for now.

His targets were all too familiar with Targent’s appearance in Misthallery.

Swift was here under strict, classified orders from Commander Bronev. The mission he had been given required the upmost stealth and sagacity.

If Swift was recognised, he would be denied access to the Golden Garden, and the Azran site would remain out of Targent’s control.

Thus far, Targent’s best efforts to secure the garden had been impeded by a gang of ruffians wearing white bird masks and ragged black robes.

Despite Swift’s suggestions to deploy the assassins, Bronev had insisted that it was to be a bloodless, clandestine infiltration.

They didn’t want to alarm the local residents or the authorities… unlike Jean Descole, with his ridiculous attempt to demolish Misthallery over a year ago.

Had this ‘Black Raven gang’ been hired by Descole? The Ravens’ costumes certainly resembled Descole’s, with their white masks and billowing dark attire…

Not to mention, the Ravens had Descole’s ‘Spectre Robot’— with which, they had managed to drive Targent out of Misthallery so far…

Bronev was right; Targent couldn’t just invade the garden, guns blazing. Then their agency would look no better than Descole or his underlings.

Someone needed to take the garden right from under the Ravens’ noses. Someone like Swift.

Swift frowned as he joined the queue of visitors waiting to enter the Golden Garden. They were all being corralled like cattle along a canal, which had been emptied of water along with the reservoir.

Apparently, the giant lake-dweller that had once inhabited Misthallery had destroyed the flood gates and uncovered the entrance to the Golden Garden.

The creature had given her life, and (as rumour had it) allowed a sickly young girl to recover with the garden’s pure air.

Why should the residents of Misthallery alone be able to capitalise off the Golden Garden? The gifts of the Azran should be shared with the world!

The majority of these people, like Jean Descole, would have no respect for the Azran’s legacy; just lookat how they had treated the aquatic creature— the last of an ancient species. (They were known as “Lagushi”, in the ancient Azran language.)

If Targent had arrived in town before Descole, they would have temporality captured the creature, ensured her safety while they studied her, before releasing her back into the Golden Garden.

Swift would have made sure of it—

“Get your very own Loosha, right here!”

Swift raised an eyebrow at the salesperson hollering from a wooden stall on the bank of the canal. The person, along with their two colleagues, were all sporting Black Raven costumes.

The Ravens were gesturing to the blue ‘Loosha’ toys and other mechanise out on display. It seemed they were profiting off Loosha’s sacrifice. (How tactless…)

One red-haired woman purchased a T-shirt from the stall. She ran past Swift, whooping.

Reluctantly, Swift left the queue to approach the Ravens’ stall.

“Greetings, curious traveller!” called the Raven who had been hollering earlier. (They actually sounded quite young, now that Swift considered it.) “May I interest you in a Loosha friend?”

Swift hummed, perusing the wares with a sceptical eye. “Is that really what ‘Loosha’ looked like?”

The speaker replied, “‘Course it is—“

“We saw her up close,” a slightly taller Raven bragged.

“Did you now?” Swift drawled.

“Yes! We helped her open the flood gate—“

“That’s enough,” a third Raven hissed. They shuffled to the front of the stall to stare at Swift. “If you’re not gonna buy anything, then buzz off!”

“I will buy… this,” Swift said, pointing to a glittering grey-blue stone supposedly from the Golden Garden. He removed a £50 note from his wallet. “And I’m after some information, please.”

He placed the money on the stall counter. The Ravens snatched it up, resembling the scavenger birds they were named after.

“How can we help you, Sir?” the third Raven chimed, all traces of rudeness vanishing from their voice. Their associates observed Swift curiously.

Swift put the stone in his pocket, carefully pondering his next words. He gestured to the Ravens’ robes.

“What was the inspiration behind your… Black Raven apparel?”

The Ravens hadn’t expected that. The trio glanced at each other— engrossed in some silent discussion Swift had no part in. After a moment, the third Raven (the apparent leader) nodded.

The leader asked Swift, in a conspiratorial tone, “Have you heard about the Bird of Illusion?”

“Perhaps…” Swift hummed. He had read about that particular Azran legend, but how much could he reveal without raising the Ravens’ suspicions? “Is it linked to the Golden Garden, by any chance?”

“Indeed! The bird was said to lead people into the garden— but only those rare few who proved themselves worthy!”

“Worthy?” Swift snorted. Anyone could enter the Golden Garden these days…

Looking back at the visitors’ queue, Swift was annoyed— albeit, unsurprised— to see his space had been taken. At this rate, the garden would be closed before Swift could get inside!

He huffed. Behind him, Swift heard muttering from the Ravens.

Then, the lead Raven said, “Lost your place in the line?”

“Obviously…” Swift rolled his eyes back to them.

The leader whispered, “What if we could offer you a private tour of the garden?”

“Really?” Swift’s eyes narrowed. Was this a scam? Or an attempt to catch Swift off guard?”

“Really, really!” the leader breathed. “For £100–“

“I already gave you fifty,” Swift grumbled.

“Seventy, then! That’s my final offer,” the leader bargained. They offered Swift their long flowing sleeve.

Swift shook it.

“Meet here at midnight,” the leader muttered.

Swift knew he could very well be waltzing into a trap.

The Black Raven may have been inspired by the Bird of Illusion… but Jean Descole was familiar with Azran myths too. It would be in keeping with Descole to make an imitation of such a myth— like he had done with the spectre.

Consequently, Swift wasn’t going in unarmed.

The mist might not have been as bad as it was during the ‘spectre’ attacks, but it was still thick enough to cut with the small knife Swift carried in his shorts’ pocket. Really, he hoped he wouldn’t have to use it…

Still, his hand hovered over his pocket as he crept up the hill to the former-reservoir.

He had left early— intending to arrive before his ‘guide’— but there, waiting next to the canal, was the Black Raven.

The Raven was wielding a lantern, which they lifted upon Swift’s approach. Swift felt like he was about to be led into the afterlife by a ghostly guide…

No. Whatever happened tonight, Swift was going to walk away from it in tact.

“Finally,” the Raven snorted. It was the leader from earlier. Once again, Swift was struck by how youngthey sounded— no older than sixteen, surely.

Swift shrugged. He gestured to the entrance in the dam wall. “After you…”

The Raven gestured back at him.

“No, please— after you…”

Slowly, Swift turned towards the entrance. Swift sensed the incoming attack. He ducked as the lantern swung over his head. Spinning on the ground, Swift kicked the Raven off their feet.

The Raven cursed and landed on their back.

When Swift glared down at them, he saw their hood and the bird mask had come off. A boy with dark blonde hair was blinking up at him, with one dark eye not concealed by his fringe.

The boy wheezed. “You’re one of them, aren’t you?”

“Do you work him?” Swift demanded. He had removed his knife and was now pointing it towards the youth. “Jean Descole?”

“What?” the boy gasped. It was almost a pained laugh. “‘Course not! That nut-head tried to destroy our town—“

“Then explain why you still have his machine,” Swift hissed.

“Uh…” The boy struggled to sit up. “D’you mean the Spectre Bot? We nicked it from him—“

“And you’ve been using it to fight my associates ever since!”

“Well— yeah…” Frowning at Swift, the boy clambered to his feet. “Did you really think we’d let some other nut-heads take the garden? After Loosha died for it—?”

“My… organisation has no quarrel with you or your little gang,” Swift reasoned. He lowered his knife. “All we want is to ensure—“

“You just attacked me!”

“In self-defence after you attacked me!”

The boy huffed and crossed his arms. “So… what now? Are you gonna kill me?” Under his bravado, Swift could see he was shaking slightly.

“…No,” said Swift. He pocketed his knife. “What would be the point in that?”

Relief flashed through the boy’s one visible eye.

Swift turned his head towards the dam wall and the garden beyond. “Instead, I have a mission for you and the rest of the Black Ravens.”

“A mission?” The boy’s tone was still guarded, but Swift detected a hint of curiosity.

“For now, my agency will leave the garden alone— trusting that you and your friends will guard the site from Jean Descole.” Swift smiled and held out his hand. “Do we have a deal?”

“Do I have a choice?” the boy muttered.

“The only other choice is that I will send in reinforcements to secure the garden,” Swift warned.

The Black Ravens’ leader sighed. He quickly shook hands with Swift.

“I’ll throw in three hundred pounds for your troubles,” Swift added.

Bronev wouldn’t be pleased about the price— but wasn’t it worth it to know the garden would be under watch, and Targent wouldn’t have to get their hands dirty?

And what if their agency could gain some new recruits along the way?

The boy hummed, before he agreed, “Deal… Erm, what’s your name? Just in case we need to get hold of you—“

“It’s Swift,” Swift answered. “Yourself?”

He smirked. “Crow.”

#professor layton #swift #crow #the black ravens #targent #my fics #my writing #thanks!

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imaginedcreaderinsert · 5 years ago

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You know you are your own assassin — Bruce Wayne x Reader x Jason Todd

SUMMARY: /the promised quadruple/. You were eighteen and in love. You have been for the past four years with his figure, what he meant and what he represented to the rest of the city – more importantly, what he represented to you, everything he was in your little world. Even so, you are very aware of your position as one of his adopted dear children and never try anything, neither public nor in private… And it would have stayed that way had you not insisted on patrolling alone, being exclusive. Sure, Tim and Damian could come up – from time to time in the same areas you both chose, but you were made for him. You were incredibly protective of Bruce, Batman – to you they were the same person. He rescued you and he opened HIS world to you. You are still trapped in that room, you are still in that cruel position, with your arms trembling and your head down to the floor, offering your bare back to a stranger who uses the skin left unmarked to put the fire down, make himself a new one with-

WORD COUNT: 6810 (almost 7k of smut lol)

TW: Smut (more explicit than usual, I believe), swearing, some light angst and implied abuse (not sexual). No one is here related by blood, thus it is not incest, but to each it’s own. This four part fic it’s not for the faint-hearted.

A/N: I kid you not 2810 of context/angst/explanation because I can’t do PWP and then, the rest, all NSFW/LEMON with Todd. There’s a bit with Bruce -- things will escalate as the chapter advance. There will be a total of four, if things go right! As mentioned on the Trigger Warning, it can be considered that it is some kind of incestual lowkey relationship, but none of them are related and they try to break from the frame. Again, this is pure dirty indulgence. You have been warned twice!

People that asked to be tagged: @sarcasmismyfirstlove, @dora-the-grownup

You were not normal, not like the rest. Maybe that is why Mr. Wayne —Bruce— had never forced a strict education upon you, contrary to the others. Even Todd had attended at some point Gotham Academy before being expelled; but it was not your style. Maybe your past-self dreamt of glory, trophies and competitive environments in a very possible future with other Ivy League material, but not this time, not in this life. You had gone through enough, and it was just not in you to continue with that path. You were mediocre at best, nothing really catching on your interest save the occasional English class (some books caught on your attention. Not for too long, but it made Alfred and Mr. Wayne feel better).

At first it had been thought that it was just typical teenage behavior, but then the visits to therapy became increasingly longer and more preoccupying; your memories and attitude had gotten worse the older you got. You came from a rough background (more than the rest, arguably; close to Jason one could say); mom OD’d, and dad left for a better family, someone who was less broken, less problematic. You had served as an ashtray to your mom’s ex-boyfriend (between some other little things) after she had died for some time, and it had ended quite badly, but for the better. The night you rebelled was the night Batman found you, and quite literally saved you. You had blown the ashes straight into his eyes, and he, while crying, had tried to pin you, strangle you, hit you. He had managed to do the two first ones, but you never thought you would die. It didn’t come to your head at all, you knew you had to fight, survive somehow – as small as you were you understood some things, such as pride and stubbornness. Your father who victoriously thought he ran from you both, you little psychopaths, was not going to be happier, was not going to fuck up your entire life. And maybe this other temporal dude did for some years, but you would make it, you would, you would-

Your lungs burnt as he flew from your little body and the Batman came into appearance, broken windows, magnanimous appearance. It was brief, it was easy: you spit into the ground, blood and air making their way through your mouth. You couldn’t imagine how much your life would change.

He adopted you, and as you become older, he saw it as the most inevitable invitation, option for him to try.

“Do you want to train with Jason and Richard sometime?”

…

You were eighteen and in love. You have been for the past four years with his figure, what he meant and what he represented to the rest of the city – more importantly, what he represented to you, everything he was in your little world. Even so, you are very aware of your position as one of his adopted dear children and never try anything, neither public nor in private… And it would have stayed that way had you not insisted on patrolling alone, being exclusive. Sure, Tim and Damian could come up – from time to time in the same areas you both chose, but you were made for him. You were incredibly protective of Bruce, Batman – to you they were the same person. He rescued you and he opened HIS world to you. You are still trapped in that room, you are still in that cruel position, with your arms trembling and your head down to the floor, offering your bare back to a stranger who uses the skin left unmarked to put the fire down, make himself a new one with-

“Batgirl, with me?”. You hope it’s his first call. He is meticulous, perfectionist; he won’t take any less from anyone.

“Yes, a hundred percent. Was checking the other entrances.”

…

“Let me guess, another perfect mission?”. Timothy asks, taking off his mask, slowly getting his cape off. You help, humming to yourself happy. “I don’t know why I still ask.”

“Because you care. He still prefers me.” You gloat, taking a look at his back: some bruises that will last for days, but nothing that cannot be fixed with a warm bed and rest. You slap his back, making him groan. Damian scoffs. “What, something to argue?”

“He does not prefer you. He just won’t say no because you are a soft spot. And well, no one else wants to go with him. You just always call it first.” The atmosphere is different. Damian is not hurt per se, but you can tell he’s pissed off about something.

“Jealousy does not suit you, Damian. I thought your thing was being cold and brief.”. You are unsure and a bit wary of where he wants to take it to. Damian and you had never been on the best terms, as much respect as you had him (so young and so good, lethal; you wished you could have started sooner, have his gifts. Maybe Bruce would like you more that way).

“You did not understand me. I’m saying you are father’s weak sidekick, not that you are his. That’s why he concedes, so that he can take a better control on you.”

There’s a brief silence in the cave. If Dick had been here, if Jason was here they would have stopped him already; Tim is not one for conflicts, thus can’t think one anything to start with, to comment on. He hopes Alfred or Bruce will appear so that he can’t stop what he can foresee is a catastrophe.

“You are wrong.” But you are late answering. You took some time, you considered; that’s what you’ve always been afraid of, not being enough – good, strong, courageous, dexterous to follow his pace. It’s eaten you since the first mission you both went to together. He always chose you, not the other way around. “He prefers me, I’m his favorite because I know what I’m doing, I’m-“

“You never talk back to him, you always obey, you always follow his directions without offering any feedback, any refinements to the plan”. Damian lists, perfectly, without missing a beat like he has been harboring it for some time. “You are father’s-how was it that you said, Tim? Father’s little girl?”. Tim looks mortified as you look at him, incredulous that he would say something so hurtful behind your back. Surprised that they both have been having those opinions to themselves. “In fact, this is, I believe, the most I’ve heard you use a first person in public. As I’ve said, you comply with anything he says. So, if that’s being a good Batgirl then yes, you are the best, (Y/N).”

You are astonished. You are not weak; you voice out your opinions you-you can be more than a little girl afraid of little Daddy not liking her anymore. Bruce has made that abundantly clear throughout the years – he adores you, he would do anything for you. He won’t abandon you, he won’t leave you for something better.

…

So you plan to help the next big hit; Damian and Tim are included, seeing as it is a big one, but all the trust that Bruce has had on you vanishes as soon as the mission starts. You are not moving in your element, too insecure, shy almost when giving orders and unable to command the Robins. The mission goes out okay, but nothing more than that: barely acceptable, as he tells you as soon as all of you are out, incredibly exhausted and beaten.

The desperation to show him you are the one has been too apparent, has ultimately fucked everything out. The stress and impotence is completely eating you out as you rest in a roof, not too far from the building you’ve destroyed not too long ago (which was not supposed to happen, but it has been your last resource).

“Drake, Robin, home: now. Batgirl, stay.”

Damian scoffs while Tim tries to give you a pat, which you evade, still bitter because of his comment some weeks ago. Yes, it has been proven that you can’t, you are unable to-

“What were you thinking? This has-I’ve never taught you anything like this, Batgirl. You have always been-“

“Good? Obedient? Compliant?” He seems slightly shocked at seeing your response. You have always looked at him straight in the eye, honest and slightly (always, since a child) terrified – that he will abandon you, that he will leave you in a dark room, prohibit you from his spare attention.

“Capable, discreet, intelligent. Specially quick in your feet, and had I not moved you aisde-“

“Is this going to be you telling me everything I did wrong? Because I know, believe me, I am-“

“No, this is me being angry at you for mixing feelings in this mission”. Your face goes white. He is serious, cruel almost in his eyes even when you can’t see him because of his mask. Is he going to think of you as something disgusting, as- “You were trying to prove a point to Robin? Drake? That was not the purpose of the mission, Batgirl. You let your feelings get in between and because of that-“

You sigh, almost in relief to yourself, this time looking at him straight in the eye. He’s not sweaty, but rather tired. His shoulders are still tense, his figure incredibly marked because of his suit, his jaw perfectly-

“You are not taking the lead anytime soon. You are better following me.” And you would agree some years before, but you are 18, you are not his brat, to be scolded and ordered to follow without a say in anything as easy as it has been before. Damian was right.

“We are partners! That means that-“

“We are”. He says softly, stopping you momentarily from getting more and more angry. It calms you, you almost smile before his cruel mouths gets opened once more. “But we are not equal. And I mean it by far. You are far from acceptable Batgirl level.”

It feels like a slap in the face. Did he meant it to light a fire down your ass? Because you grow desperate, as he turns around, maybe planning to leave you alone to fume, wallow in your own sadness – which you would if jealousy didn’t surge in your chest. Incredible jealousy, terrible green jealousy which creeps it all out and eliminates any rational filter from your mouth.

“Is it because of Barbara?”. You’ve heard that speech a lot of times in soap operas. He’s not even his-nothing! She is nothing, but still she can’t get her head around him taking in another Batgirl. Specially that redhead. “Is she your new protegée? Are you going to fund her to college, get her into the Ivy League you couldn’t get me because I’m such a big fuck up?”

He stops, noticing it goes far beyond a simple mission or a simple riled up from the Robins. But he has seen something tonight that he has never been able to teach you before, too afraid of being too much on you, too strict and harsh when you’ve had it bad already with such authoritarian figures in your life. He has missed the point completely, and he feels frustrated because of it.

“This is only because of how soft I have been on you, (Y/N).” The name is a stab to the heart. He has never used it, save for a soft reprimand. Never like this. “How childish your behavior has been, putting our lives at risk just for proving what? That you can lead a team, me? You’ve clearly showed you can’t, you are lost, just a girl trying to make herself bigger, stronger than she really is, because all you really are is-“

“Shut up!” You irrationally explode, afraid of him continuing, saying the final ‘you are out’. You won’t let him. You will do anything before going that way.

“You are off duty, case closed!”. He has never raised his voice, almost making you flinch, afraid of his tone but the meaning of his words. No! Love me, don’t abandon me!

“No. No! I won’t have it, no! No, Bruce, wait! No!”

There are tears in your eyes as you ran behind him. You try to grab him twice as you shout the same words, trying to make him look you. If you do that, if he does-maybe you have a chance. Maybe you still-yes. Yes, you will. He won’t leave you, he can’t. You will die before he never looks at you again, before he drops you out like you are nothing, like you are just another obstacle in his life like your father considered you. He won’t!

“Bruce, no!”. You are using names, maybe hoping he will at least shout you, as your voice gets higher and higher; more desperate. It doesn’t work, and your hands start to tremble, out of pure fear and desperation. “No! This is not about me, it is about us!”. It’s the first time you’ve voiced it, getting in front of him. His eyes get slightly bigger, clearly surprised as well. “It’s you getting overprotective with me, again! I’m not a small child, I’m not immature, I have been a woman since long before anything changed, since before we had to change our suits or-anything, really! I won’t have it, I won’t abide by your rules, I won’t-“

“Then leave. No one is stopping you.”

It breaks your heart. You know what it is: it’s Bruce pushing people off, aside. You’ve seen it done with some other women, his own Robins, out of fear of losing another one, being too closed, too attached again and not recovering. You understand him better than anyone and he’s letting you leave? He WANTS you to leave? No, he has never done that, save J. But J. is a special case, it’s not you, you are-you are special, you are his, inevitably his. He loves you, he-

“No! How dare you!” You shout, furious tears running down your face. “Everything I have done, I have because of you! Because you wanted it, because you praised me, valued me for doing things right, good for you! You made me into this, you gave me an identity and now you are taking it from me!” You start punching his chest, getting in front of him again; this time he brushes you aside harder, you taking his arm and taking him with you, moving it. It starts getting violent. You’ve never sparred with him, never have fought seriously with him. “I’ve fucked it up, but surely, surely-“

He fights, maybe stopping your hopeful words, eyes: does he really NOT know? He punches you, you evade, easily enough; but then you start hitting each other hard, grabbing each other, letting the other fall into the ground and then trying to kick, seriously. You are not afraid, if anything, you are invigorated to prove him right: you are worthy, enough.

You finally sweep the floor with your right leg, making him jump to evade it, just so that you can kick him in the middle of his chest, making him retrocede. He grabs your feet but you manage, miraculously, to make him fall into the ground, with great force. It doesn’t seem like he’s getting up any time soon, but still, you struggle, getting on his hips, his broad chest and still defiant, furious.

“No!” You shout, blocking his attack, pinning his legs and arms to the ground. He can’t fight, he won’t fight. And it takes you a few extra seconds to see the position you are in, alone and panting in a random rooftop, alone.

There’s a silence, where you think he thinks you’ve calmed down. But to the contrary, your heart is beating extremely fast. You don’t think, not really, after almost losing him. There’s an acknowledged look on him of you being able to pin him down, having the abilities. Bruce thinks he might use it as a speech to reassure her, maybe retract himself.

But then you kiss him. You furiously grab him by his jaw, stopping him from struggling or moving you aside. He stays frozen in his place, hands still as you have let them go, your hips grounded on his abdomen, making her gasp as she grinds, almost tentatively, virginally, making him finally react. This is it. It’s the moment of truth, of never going back to being the same.

“I have loved you since I was fourteen. You saved me when I was twelve, and you have been everything my father never was. I have not once seen you as a paternal figure, Bruce. Take it or leave it. Hate me or love me. I can’t do grey areas.”

…

Damian might not be very observant of personal relationships, but he can sense there is something off. Well, there has been for some time; and he doesn’t know if Timothy has deliberately decided not to comment on it, or if he doesn’t really see it, but something has changed in the dynamics. It’s not only that you are now rotating (each of them get to have one night with Bruce when patrolling), but something is… Off whenever Bruce glances (Y/N) or she does it back at him. They can’t keep it for long, and he can only wonder what has happened since the last mission. It’s been some weeks, but he hasn’t seen much interaction around the house.

Father does not come down for breakfast, and (Y/N) did the same for a week. Then, after her first patrol after announcing they now had a rota, she had started occasionally coming down for a fruit or two, then going back up.

So for once he decides to break the rules and follows them. He abandons a part of Gotham where tonight anything could happen – but his interest is on them, which seem to almost playfully get as far from each other before getting closer again and changing positions as they move. Almost as if they want to lose him, but he’s too clever. He sees a pattern and not in her, but in father.

And he really wishes he knew better, he didn’t follow them. Because he can never unseen her, opening slightly, in the front, her suit, showing cleavage and bronzed skin under the moonlight, seductive lips opening up as her hands rest on his chest, stoic as he is. Is he giving in, are they-? No, they couldn’t, father is-

Yes, he pushes her. Softly, but does so. And that’s enough for Damian, that’s enough for him tonight on things he did not really want to know.

…

“No, it is pretty quiet. Maybe the cold makes villains hibernate or something.” She playfully says as they stop in a rooftop, not too far from the worst neighborhoods in Gotham. He can sense a tone, something foreign and somewhat wrong but-but still as she zips down her suit he can’t stop her. His eyes are glued to skin, the marks they reveal slowly. Beautiful, not shameful like she has made them appear for years. “Do you maybe want to… Today?”

She tempts. She gets closer, on her toes, almost reaching him-but he can’t let that happen again. The first time was too hard, and this time would be impossible, alone. Worse than that, they could be see, heard: Drake and Robin are too clever, too smart for their own good. Maybe they already-do they? Will they? He softly pushes her as he can feel her in his mouth, hot and wet, like she promised other parts would be if only he-

“I told you not to do that ever again, (Y/N). It won’t happen. Ever.” There’s a moment of fragility in her eyes as she lowers down, offended, hurt. He can see it all over her face, breath becoming labored and eyes worried.

“But I-you, you let me-“

“And that was my fault”: She will do it again. And it will only become more aggressive, assertive, as time passes. “I assume it. Now you have to do it. And I’m going to continue on patrolling, but don’t think of going of your own. Go to the Manor now, seeing as you can’t control yourself tonight.”

It sounds strangely erotic to her, and he can see the flutter in her eyes, but he is dominant in that aspect as well. He won’t let her tempt him. And as he moves to jump, escape almost the uncomfortable feeling in his abdomen, he can hear her groan and metal kicking.

…

You felt like crying. He had grabbed you back that night, and you had felt closer, different to him the last nights. You though you had broken every familiar tie he ever thought he had with you, but it seems he doesn’t even know how to react. And as pathetic as you sound, you’ve been starving for too long, too much; he was your sexual awakening, the first man you thought when you first masturbated, and also the first name you moaned as you came with your own hand. Sexuality was a thing you were not lost in, that you controlled; and you had almost offered yourself to him that night and he had turned you down. What was it that could tempt him them? Something that could break him, that could make him like you, give in-because he WANTED to give in. You had felt it that night on the rooftop: for the very first time something hard between your thighs, surprising you and making you tentatively grind on that, which he had stopped you shortly after, almost harshly. He was afraid of wanting you – but he did.

“What is a kitten like you doing all by herself in such a cold night? Have you lost Daddy Wayne?”. He teases, making you sigh as soon as you heard him, making you hide your head between your legs, trying to get the starting tears of your eyes off. “You are going to get cold like that. He won’t like it, kitten.”

“Fuck off, Red.” You call him, making him smirk. At least you can come up with something back. Jason Todd, Jay or Red. He had been a previous Robin but after his death/not death he had joined the Outlaws and-shit, you have lost count or can’t really say where is right now. The thing is, he had been the closest to you: everyone thought it was Dick, seeing as you were always hanging together in pictures and places, always cuddling or giving each other some “sibling” love (it was not. I had never been. Dick had something on him that resembled Bruce a bit, but you had never told him that). But no, it was Jason: he was the one you shared the most with, the one who understood the fucked-up feelings and thoughts that you had. He was probably the first to know about your little crush on Bruce, but he never judged. “I’m really not in the mood.”

“Not in the mood because he rejected you? Don’t you want to get naked anymore and show off your tits?”. Fuck, he saw you. You close your eyes, groaning still with your head in between your legs; darkness embraces you, and somehow you feel more comfortable, until you feel a jerk from your hair, which you complain about quite quickly. It’s him, forcing you to look at his eyes. “Are you not wet anymore, prepared for him?”

“Dumbass, you are being really gross, what is really going on with-“

“I’m not Daddy and because of that you can’t respect me? You won’t respect me like you do to him or Dick?”. Yes, he has always been a little jealous of both: the stars that glowed in your eyes as you talked about them. You might have known of this but chose to ignore it at times. It was not convenient to you as you needed to rant on someone. “Were you thinking of throwing yourself at Dick? Maybe him taking your virginity, your tight little pussy?”. You blush at the words, your back against the wall firmer, like you are trying to fuse with the stone. He is keeping you in your place, taking you by your chin and forcing his eyes on yours, scrutinizing and harsh. “Because you are, right? Still saving yourself for his cock. And trust me, kitten; everything about him is big.”

You are hot and bothered in your place. Your knees are pressing themselves together in your position, and you can feel the wetness out of your pussy getting your underwear uncomfortable. It’s not a pleasing sensation, more so than that, someone else (your half-brother) causing you that while thinking of your adoptive paternal figure.

“Have you tried to spy him in the cave? The showers?”. He tries. You don’t answer as he gets closer to your mouth, and when you whimper and nod, he laughs. Instead, he redirects himself to your neck, making you gasp and move, almost fight, against him. Almost, being a key word because you don’t really try. “Have you ever touched yourself thinking about him? Pressed in a little finger inside your cunt to-“

“I have only played with my clit”. You say, too quickly, writhing under the pressure of his body against the firm marble behind you which is making you shiver (it has nothing to do with his hot lips on your jaw, doing down on your neck and leaving marks, lapping and kissing like you are something delectable. He is taking his time). “Jay!”

You grab onto his shoulders, and his figure, bigger than that of Dick’s, almost can make your imagination go far, almost can make you think is someone else the one that’s taking you: which immediately makes you open your legs, giving him access to your body and his cock to rub off on your core, tight on your skin, leaving little to nothing to anyone’s imagination.

“Smart girl. Have you had someone else’s fingers on you?”

“No.”

“You are in for a ride, princess.”

Red Hood and Batgirl were allies, had been partners in more than one occasion (whenever Batman needed the help, they had started to rely on each other. You had been a great meeting point). Jason and (Y/N) were friends, confidants of each other. They had been something deeper, and you couldn’t deny the attractive he posed in comparison with Bruce. You have had a wet dream or two with him more than once; big guys just did something to you that you couldn’t explain, Jason being the perfect example. He grasps the zipper in the front of your suit and slowly takes it down, making you gasp and shiver against the coldness of the city against your very hot skin. It’s unbearable to wear such a skin tight suit when your body is so hot, horny and desperate for contact. You almost take, harshly, the upper part of your body off you, with a little chuckling help from him – but he is controlling the situation, never letting you get ahead of yourself.

“I think I can feel a wet spot. Are you wearing-? Oh, yes you are. How cute” He murmurs into your skin, his skillful fingers getting into the lowest part of where his fingers can trace, having gone down your chest with his fingertips down your body. “Jackpot. Fuck you are so wet. I thought I would have to eat you out, but you are lubing yourself quite well… And I wanted to so badly, princess. But it looks like you can do something else for me, can you? I’ve made you hot enough. Light me up, I want to burn.”

You kiss him, desperate enough. Fuck him, he started it anyways; why shouldn’t you follow? Are you going to stop yourself again, maybe rejecting the one person that desires you? No, no way. You kiss him desperately, moving your hips against his and he corresponds: you feel him hot, big, against your core; your legs are almost out of the suit, almost naked in front of the whole Gotham. You feel wild, unleashed for the first time and you realize that’s what you’ve always been with him. He has never restricted you, tried to tie you down to some cliché or bounded you to the morality of society.

He gets up and you sit better, your back straightened up. Eagerly, making him laugh, you take him out of his pants: commando, of course he is. It springs out, almost slapping you in your face: like a cheap porno, honestly. You still lick him up slowly, unsurely. Jason is, after all, your first sexual contact with someone more or less your age, a real man. You’ve never had a pulsing cock in your hands: maybe a dildo, a silicon one or something that you’ve tried to get into you (you’ve never gave in, too afraid of doing it on your own, being too loud); but never like this, so real and hot, veiny and hard. It’s soft at the same time, as you move your hand on his shaft and fap him slowly, letting him rest his tip on your hot tongue, offering it in a slutty way for him to use. He doesn’t give in, letting you explore him, maybe knowing it is your first time doing that as well.

Slowly, at your own pace, you take him into your mouth. You first suck him in taking more than just the tip, then a bit more, a bit more after that until you are halfway there and-well, you choke. Your gag reflex kicks him, something unknown to you until then: but it didn’t feel bad, it just tells you to go slower, no rush to get it all in. You suck him, looking at him directly and giving him sweet eyes while you look for his approval, his praise which you get in the form of pats in your head, caressing your hair until he grabs it with more force. Eventually you are sucking him out, hot and hard in your tongue, your pussy getting wet by each ticking second, but he’s fucking your mouth as well. He keeps a normal pace, not too slow but not too unforgiving while you open more your legs, grinding a bit on the floor like looking for relief; he chuckles and promises something after you finish him, which you more forcefully try to do.

But he stops you.

“Such a bitch in heat, I swear I didn’t know you had it in you. Did you try to touch yourself while sucking me off? Bad move. I come first, just as I did to you before.” He is dominant, clear, taking himself off your mouth. You whimper, crawling to him half-naked, almost completely getting out of the suit, left behind like some dead skin. “On the floor, lay down. I’m fucking your mouth. Properly.”

You shiver, doing as he says; it is cold, and you shiver, protesting almost, until he gets on top of you, moving slightly up, his legs pinning down your arms, to both sides of your body, close to it, so you can’t struggle or stop him. He is serious about it, and you are close to dripping on your own underwear so much it will get stained. It’s a pool, to say the least.

“Open up. I’m not stopping, so breathe in.”

You nod, vigorously and he gets in. He starts slow, letting you get used and breathing by your nose, but he quickly takes up the pace. It’s unforgiving to your throat, but he seems to have caught on the limit of your reflex: he always stops before it’s too much, even if he triggers it a bit at time, making you choke – tears form around your eyes, and as much as you try to struggle against his arms to push him slightly off, control him a bit, he doesn’t let go. His legs are huge, thighs muscular: you won’t make it.

“You are taking each inch of it, gorgeous. All by yourself. You are going to make daddy cum.”. The kink sends you crazy. You close your legs, trying to squeeze them into giving you pleasure, even when you can’t properly follow it. You are frustrated because of it, but perfectly know how good it’s going to feel once he starts giving it some attention. “Daddy is going to cum, okay kitten? And you are going to take it all, drink down my milk and ask for more. You are my perfect kitten, aren’t you?”

The pet name was not a kink you knew you had, but you want to be perfect for him, for everyone. But specially him, so special and unique in so many ways. You’ve never really thought of Jason that way, but now that he’s fucking your mouth, you can only think of him fucking your pussy, at that same pace and kissing your neck. The thought makes you shiver, close your eyes in pure bliss.

“So close, I’m at it, gorgeous, I’m there”.

He warns, and you can prepare for it a bit. Just a bit, before it gets too much on your mouth and he quickly moves, cumming on your face as well. He paints it white, making you close your eyes: he wipes the rest on your eyelids almost delicately, smirking.

“My kitten looks good in white, but she made a bit of a mess, didn’t she?”. You are gasping for air, too tired on the ground, too cold almost suddenly, wetness uncomfortable on your underwear. “You got it easy, I’m not going to make you-“

Still you lick him out. You get on top of him this time and lick his cock out, the remaining’s until it’s clean and soft in your hand. But you can sense it’s still interested, as you touch him a bit up and down, try and and elicit some reaction from him.

“Fuck me”. You almost beg, above him, incredibly frustrated and wet: but his mobile starts ringing up and you know it’s trouble. It never announces nothing good. You don’t even have to see the ID, as he gets kisses you and gets up, giving you his jacket to cover yourself a bit.

“Just a second, princess”. But you know it will be more than just one second. That was the attractive part of Jason Todd: his unavailability which had been so present in your life, as Bruce had been such a busy man all of his life. Jason being emotionally and sometimes physically unavailable had been such a big attractive on you. “Yeah, I know. No, I wasn’t-okay, yes, I’m going.” He hangs up, dejectedly turning himself around and looking at you, on the rooftop and with your legs closed together; probably not letting your wetness expand. “I have to go. Believe when I say I would rather stay here, gorgeous, and fuck you out in this same rooftop until someone had to come up to see who the fuck was I killing, cause that’s how much I’m going to make you scream”. He crouches down to kiss you, almost too sweet for how he normally is. Maybe he does really care about your first time. Is it all an excuse? “Hey, don’t go there. I see you are thinking, angel. I really really want to fuck you. And make you cum again… And again… And again”. He says, getting to your neck and kissing it repeatedly as he mumbles the same word over and over again. Like he’s lost on it, on your essence, how sweet you smell to him. “It’s just orders, okay? Keep the jacket and give me a show next time we are alone. I’ll come back for it, I swear… But I have to take something in return to keep me warm in this cold night. Can I?”

Your breath hitches as his eyes go down on your legs. You nod, unsure of what he is really going to do, until he grabs both of your legs and easily opens them up, revealing a very dark spot in your grey underwear, making you pant excitedly. He makes his way in, kissing your ankle and moving upwards until he’s on your knee. His mobile starts to ring up again and he growls almost: it really must be urgent. He almost urgently takes off your underwear, and with a grin, smells it. You blush, getting your suit closer so that you can dress up slowly, legs still a bit weak.

He disappears, getting your knickers into his pocket casually, and jumps off the roof. You really want him to go back to you and properly do what he has promised. You don’t want anything more tonight than him.

…

“I still think you were too rough on her.” Batman begrudgingly comments, almost mutters under his breath: too ashamed, too angry? Jason can’t really say.

“And here I was thinking you enjoyed the show. The protectiveness now doesn’t help much, B., to be honest.”

He grunts, closing his arms and looking at the rest of the city, almost hovering it. But Jason knows better, smirking almost under his red helmet.

“I just said you had to redirect his attention onto you, Jason. Make her forget about me.”

“And I did, but believe me, she wanted it. You can’t believe how much she was dripping.” He says too quickly, impossible for Bruce to cut off. He learns too much, he didn’t want to. “Trust me, as long as I’m on the scene he won’t bother you. And if it weren’t for you, I would be pounding her virgin pussy right now.”

There’s an acknowledging silence between them. Both of them know why he called at that precise moment: he thought they would really do it, take her first time, in the middle of a rooftop. He really thought Jason would take her in front of him, break her and pound on her while he was looking.

“Just-“

“Just nothing, Bruce. You’re fucking jealous, you have a type; she checks every box. Why are you making me do this? Why don’t you give in? I’ve seen you with younger models clinging onto your arms.”

He sighs, almost tiredly; has he been explaining that a lot? Maybe Dick knows of it as well? He takes a note to call him later, put him up to date on what the Batman has been up to. And how incredibly naughty he has been.

“I can’t have something happened like what happened to you, Jason. I-“

“Yeah, yadda yadda yadda. Your cock, your rules I guess – but hey, catch!” He throws him something, quickly, while already making an escape for it. “Brought you a little something. Enjoy, they are still wet and warm!”

And of course it had been her underwear, heat and covered in her juices, dripping on them. Some of it was still wet, a little pool of sticky self-lubricant on the core of it. Had she cummed without knowing? There was enough there to make someone like him think she did. It looks so delectable, so edible when he’s grabbing it so close to his own mouth. It’s too easy to stick his own tongue down, take a bit and groan onto the feeling, the flavor: it’s hot, it’s slightly salted more importantly, empty. He knows he will cum onto them later, in private; he knows he can jerk off all the times thinking on her cute little pussy on his mouth, eating her out until her body can’t take him on anymore, but it won’t be enough. It will never be her legs opened up around him, moving and dripping around his head, making her cum again and again and again…

BONUS for next chp.

“U must be kiddinf”

“Shit you not”

“pics or it didnt happe”

“Jaybird has sent unknown.jpg”

“fffff u really did take em. so u fucked her?”

“bat wouldn’t let me. And why the fuck are you writing

Oh, nevermind. I’m so naïve. Are the pics the ones I sent you when she was drunk with Roy, the vid or the ones still from the mission?”

“both.”

“Oh, fuck off. You’re such a degenerate, D. And to think she stills thinks of you as her dear big brother… And here you are, jerking off to her in a suit, drunk and a vid of her tits moving. Pathetic.”

Some minutes pass on without an answer. Jason grows more disgusted by the moment. Fucking horny dog.

“If it’s open season I’m going next, J. Two can play this little game.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“I’m promising you.”

#jason todd x reader #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #red hood x reader #dcu x reader #reader insert #jason todd fanfic #dcu fanfic #dcu

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FANCHCHILD#026, GRADSPLATT.

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╔══════════════════╗ Notas. ╚══════════════════╝

Todo está en español, debido a mi flojera de traducir en éste momento. Ya lo haré después (Supongo, espero).

[This post is under edition, just to translate it to the english language.]

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╔══════════════════╗ FANCHCHILD#026, GRADSPLATT. ╚══════════════════╝

》Creación número 026, Peindre.

》Padre|Father, Gradient (Combo Inkerror). 》Madre|Mother, Splatter (Combo Inkberry).

》Fecha y hora de creación, 24 de marzo del 2018, 06:40 PM→ 09:51 PM.

24/04/2018, 06:40 PM→ 09:51 PM.

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╔══════════════════╗ ÍNDICE. ╚══════════════════╝

»→ Información Básica / “Ficha” (Arriba). |Basic Information / "Tab" (Above).

»→ Historia / Origen. |Story, origin.

»→ Personalidad. |Personality.

»→ Apariencia. |Appearance.

»→ Ficha #2, extras. |”Tab” #2, extras.

»→ Poderes y habilidades. |Powers and abilities.

»→ Debilidades. |Weaknesses.

»→ Relaciones. |Relations.

»→ Gustos y disgustos. |Like-dislike list.

»→ Curiosidades (01, 02 y 03). |Fun facts (01, 02 and 03).

The translation will appear AFTER each normal section, for organization theme.

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╔══════════════════╗ HISTORIA / ORIGEN. ╚══════════════════╝

Línea temporal omega, multiverso número ?????(…)

Splatter tendía a ser muy molesto con Gradient, cuando de intentar ser uno de sus amigos cercanos se trataba.

El mayor, harto de su insistencia, accedió a darle una oportunidad. Sin embargo, con la condición de cierto tiempo para lograrlo, o conformarse a dejarlo en paz.

El tiempo pasó, con mucho esfuerzo, Splatter logró su cometido y obtuvo su merecida recompensa.

Desde ese momento, sería capaz de pasar todo el tiempo que quisiera con el de huesos negros y gafas, sin que éste le reclamara por ello, le ignorara, ni opusiera resistencia alguna.

Nadie contaba con que mientras mayor fuera el tiempo que pasasen juntos, en más aspectos coincidirían, y más interesados se verían en el otro.

Y así sucedió, un solo minuto de sentimientos combinados y pensamientos altamente similares, fue suficiente para que un nuevo ser se formara y una nueva vida fuera concebida.

Sin necesidad de relaciones subidas de tono, ni de un noviazgo. Un simple pensamiento compartido hizo posible una vida más.

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╔══════════════════╗ STORY/ORIGIN. ╚══════════════════╝

Timeline Omega, multiverse number unknown.

Some time ago, Splatter used to be too annoying with Gradient, always trying to getting closer to him.

InkError, fed up from this situation and the insistence of the minor-aged combo, agreed to give him a try. However, with the condition of certain time to achieve it, or settle to leave him alone. This time passed and finished in a blink, with much effort, Splatter accomplished his mission and obtained his deserved reward.

Since that moment, he’d be able to spend as much time as he wanted with the kid of black bones and glasses, without him claiming, ignoring him or putting up any resistance.

No one counted on the fact that while longer was the time they passed along, in more aspects they’d coincide, making their laces stronger, and getting them a bit more interested in each other.

And in that way happened, a simple minute of shared feelings and very similar thoughts was enough to create a new life. Without the need of high toned actions, nor a relation, a simple and friendly connection made concebible a new form.

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╔══════════════════╗ PERSONALIDAD. ╚══════════════════╝

Enérgico y optimista son las palabras que mejor describirán a Peindre. Tiende a ser así la mayoría del tiempo.

Demasiado inocente. Algo parecido a Splatter, le gusta ayudar a los demás a crear arte, y animar a aquellos que tienen bloqueos o se sienten mal con su propio trabajo.

Pero no sólo es parecido a su madre, es claro que Gradient tuvo que darle algún aspecto suyo, también.

Es perfeccionista y un tanto crítico en/con sus propios dibujos y pinturas. Se exige cada día un poco más, más que nada para enorgullecer así a su padre.

El que sea así no quiere decir que odie sus trabajos, en verdad los ama, pero cree que siempre se puede mejorar un poco más.

Amable y paciente con los demás en casi cada momento de su vida, a excepción de los momentos de enojo o entristecimiento extremos que muy pocas veces suele presentar.

En aquellos casos, Peindre adopta la personalidad distante, cortante, sarcástica y altamente crítica de Grad. La intensidad de ésta faceta dependerá del grado de su mal estado.

A pesar de su naturaleza amigable y social, otra cosa debía sacar del de gafas; Aunque nunca, por ningún motivo, lo haga evidente y prefiera evitar los posibles riesgos que conllevaría el hacerlo notable, Peindre es un niño un tanto desconfiado y precavido con los desconocidos y personas nuevas.

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╔══════════════════╗ PERSONALITY. ╚══════════════════╝

“Energetic and optimistic” are the words that describes Peindre the better. He trends to be like that almost all the time.

Too innocent, similar to Splatter in some facts, like their taste on help others in order to create, and animate them with art blocks or bad feelings about their drawings. Peindre will do his best to make everyone happy with themselves.

Although, he isn’t just similar to his “mother”, is crystal-clear that Gradient had to gift him, at least, one aspect of his personality, too.

Which makes this kid someway perfectionist, and a bit critic with his own artwork. The principal reason of this, is ‘cause Peindre wants to make his father proud of him (actions that doesn’t work on Gradient, actually).

This doesn’t mean Peindre hates his artwork. He really loves it! Just it’s the kind of artist that believes in the words “you always can get yourself a little bit better”.

Kindness and patience are two of his favorite treats to take with the rest, in almost every hour of his life. Excepting extreme moments of anger or upsetting, that rare times can show.

In situations like that, Peindre trends to adopt that distant, snarky personality of Gradient. The intensity of this phase depends on the grade of his bad state, as his humor still good (as always), he’ll be a sweetheart!

Other thing that the skeleton of glasses should give him, no matters how social and friendly is his inborn personality, and tough never let that fact see the light to skip posible future problems and risks, Peindre is a little... Distrustful and cautious with strangers and new people.

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╔══════════════════╗ APARIENCIA|APPAREANCE ╚══════════════════╝

Al final no me decidí por el color de los tennis y guantes, así que eso queda a elección de cada uno.

Algunos de sus huesos son de color negro, pero en mayoría son blancos. Las manos no están dibujadas por flojera–

|Translation;

In the end, I can’t decide between the canon color of his shoes and gloves, so I let it in hands of each person. Some of his bones are black, but still most of them are white... And the hands aren’t drawn, cause I’m a lazy-bones--

Su pupila derecha (La que no se ve en los primeros dibujos) es rosa pálido por arriba y amarilla claro por debajo.

El sonrojo es del mismo rosa pálido de su pupila, pero su magia es multicolor en pasteles, tal y como su bufanda.

|Translation;

His right pupil (which I din’t show in the first two images) is a pale pink above, and degrades to a light yellow. Besides, his blush are the same pale pink, and his magic are multicolor in pastel tones, just like his scarf.

[I’ll continue the translation of this blog later.]

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╔══════════════════╗ FICHA #2. (EXTRAS) ╚══════════════════╝

Nombre y significado: Peindre, pintura en francés.

Apodos: Ninguno, por ahora.

Pasatiempos: Dibujo digital y pintura. Ayudar a los demás a crear arte, y dar apoyo a quienes no aprecian su propio trabajo como es debido, hacer amigos. Lo mismo que Splatter, pero más barato¿

Comida/bebida favorita: Chocolate caliente con malvaviscos de colores.

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╔══════════════════╗ PODERES Y HABILIDADES. ╚══════════════════╝

»Tiende a “Dibujar/pintar en el aire”, sólo necesita un Stylus como el de su padre, o alguna crayola o pintura. Comienza a hacer trazos en la nada, y como si fuera un papel o una tableta gráfica su dibujo se va haciendo ahí. Luego puede borrarlo o guardarlo.

»Sus ataques son de aspecto inocente y tierno, pues parecieran ser de esos dulces multicolores de huesito.

Ésto es algo engañoso, son invocados de esa manera sólo para confundir al contrincante, los ataques con éstos huesos bajan poco más de la mitad de los puntos de ataque del otro.

En otras palabras:

Si hubiera un Sans con 30 Atk, 70 Hp y 10 Def, el ataque de Peindre sería de entre 15 y 25 en cada golpe. El impacto varía, y es totalmente al azar.

»Es rápido, preciso y ágil, todo gracias a la hiperactividad de su madre, junto a la naturaleza calculadora y perfeccionista de su padre.

»Como casi todo Sans: Tiene gasterblaster, mas sólo los usa como medio de transporte en raras ocasiones.

»Su defensa es alta. Dado a que es nieto de Blueberry (Aspirante a guardia real), también siente la necesidad de entrenar de vez en cuando, eso lo ha hecho fuerte y resistente.

»Sus puntos de vida, por otro lado, son tan sólo 5. Aún así, sería difícil de vencer gracias a su constante movimiento, y gran resistencia y defensa, por lo mismo si se le llegara a herir no moriría rápido, sino que un efecto de “Retribución kármica” entraría en él, bajando su HP muy lentamente (Y cuando digo que es lento, me refiero a que es DEMASIADO tardado. Puede mantenerse horas, o días, sin morir).

»Después de ésta información básica, puedo mencionar que él no entra en peleas con facilidad. No le agrada pelear.

»Al igual que su abuelo, Ink, puede crear objetos a base de un Stylus, pinturas, crayolas, gises, entre otros materiales de arte.

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╔══════════════════╗ DEBILIDADES. ╚══════════════════╝

»Es DEMASIADO inocente (Lo precavido no le quita la inocencia de más).

»Su instinto de ayudar a alguien triste o decepcionado por su arte puede meterlo en problemas.

»Su “talón de Aquiles” es el hueso negro de su brazo izquierdo, ese hueso en especial es bastante sensible por alguna razón. ↓ Dependiendo del trato que reciba, reaccionará diferente.

»Si tuviera “yo alternos”, les tendría nervios. El sólo pensar que hay otros “él” caminando por ahí, haciendo quien sabe qué, le incomodaría un poco.

(Créditos a toolazy111 / Just-Lazy).

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╔══════════════════╗ RELACIONES. ╚══════════════════╝

Gradient.

Figura paterna de Peindre. Llevan un buen trato, aunque tampoco son muy unidos.

Gradient dice que es raro que haya nacido de la nada y que no es posible que sea su hijo, pero sólo no quiere admitir que le tiene un poco de afecto.

Aunque Gradient se enorgullezca del menor, no lo admitirá. Además, como con cualquier otro artista lo hace, Gray se pone “celoso” del trabajo de su niño, de vez en cuando.

Splatter.

Su figura materna. Aunque siempre están demostrándose afecto, no son tan unidos como aparentan.

Cada quien va por su lado, hasta recordar la existencia del otro, es entonces cuando deciden hacerle una visita para saber como van las cosas.

También está orgulloso de su hijo, y éste mismo admira mucho a su madre y a su padre por igual.

Otros Combo y/o FanChild.

Peindre es del tipo de persona que se lleva bien con casi todos.

No tiene problemas con la mayoría de los combo o FanChild, aunque sólo sus padres y “el tío Swinkers” han logrado entrar en su círculo de confianza.

Eso sí, no le gusta que BlueScreen se la pase junto a su padre, puesto que sabe que al fandom le agradaría una relación entre ellos.

(Eso y que su madre arde en celos, aunque no los deje notar, al parecer el único que claramente lo ve es su hijo, Peindre).

No lo dice, ni lo dirá, pero probablemente (Y sólo si está cerca de sus padres) BlueScreen es quien le “desagrada” más.

Sin embargo, mientras no esté cerca de Gradient o Splatter, pueden llevar una relación normal tío → Sobrino.

Otros FanChild y Combo míos.

Próximamente. Sólo en cines, en próximos blog.

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╔══════════════════╗ GUSTOS Y DISGUSTOS. ╚══════════════════╝

√ La gente correcta, en todos los aspectos, o mayoría de ellos (Gente educada, pues).

√ La creación de nuevos seres, mundos y otras formas de arte.

√ Apoyar a todos a crear arte.

√ Ver dibujar a sus padres y pasar tiempo con ellos. Anhela un momento de familia entre los tres, pero sabe que no sería posible, pues su presencia dificulta la interacción entre Gradient y Splatter. Se vale soñar…

× Destrucción del arte y gente que se rinde o no se valore, hará su mayor esfuerzo en que todos estén felices.

× Los hongos. Así es, señoras y señores: salió a Splatter.

× Que sus padres muestren algo de incomodidad cuando se encuentran, y más si es cerca de él. ↓ A pesar de ser positivo casi siempre, no puede evitar pensar que fue su culpa el que sus padres no quedaran juntos y decidieran separarse nuevamente.

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╔══════════════════╗ CURIOSIDADES. ╚══════════════════╝

• Desde pequeño ha mostrado un gran interés hacia el arte de todo tipo, por obvias razones.

• Es más parecido a Splatter que a Gradient, en mayoría del tiempo.

• Gradient le encontró al buscar su tableta gráfica. Peindre la tenía, era apenas un bebé y revisaba a los alrededores del ArtRoom cuando la halló y decidió jugar con ella.

• A pesar de su muy temprana edad, su primer dibujo fue también en la tableta gráfica de Gradient; Poco antes de que éste mismo le viera.

• Como ya se mencionó: Sueña con tener una familia unida algún día, con ambos padres presentes al mismo tiempo, queriéndose.

• Nunca pierde la esperanza de lograr su sueño algún día, a pesar de que sabe que nunca podría volverse realidad.

• Últimamente le está entrando un “crush” con uno de sus tantos familiares (Exceptuando, obviamente, a sus padres), quienes vendrían a ser cualquiera que tenga que ver con Ink, Error y/o Blueberry.

•Al igual que su “abuelo”, Error, puede oír, e incluso ver, al fandom a ratos.

•Irónicamente, y a diferencia de su “abuelo”, Ink; Peindre tiene una muy buena memoria. Lo que se le difuculta a veces es olvidar las cosas.

•Es criado por Gradient y Splatter, por separado (Cada uno educándolo a su propia manera).

Ambos Combo se turnan los días para cuidar de él, pues no son una pareja. Incluso hay veces en las que Peindre la pasa con su tío Swinkers, en compañía de otros Combo y FanChild, o solo.

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╔══════════════════╗ CURIOSIDADES #2. ╚══════════════════╝

• Se le podría considerar una representación de aquellos que sienten tener la culpa del divorcio de sus padres.

• La relación que lleva con BlueScreen representa también parte de lo dicho en el punto anterior. ↓ Es lo que un niño siente al ver a su padre juntarse con otras personas (De forma sentimental) y dejar a su mamá de lado, o viceversa. ↓ El pequeño sabe que su padre/madre es libre de hacer lo que quiera, pero igual le duele, y en varios casos le toma resentimiento u odio a la otra persona.

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╔══════════════════╗ CURIOSIDADES #3. ╚══════════════════╝

• Algunas de sus “prendas” son basadas en la ropa de su creadora(?

• Tardé poco más de 3 horas en crearle por completo. Sólo tenía un boceto de menos de 2 minutos, que había hecho días antes. Lo que tardó fue su creación más “completa”, en el celular.

DichodeotraformapobreSplattersilohubieradadoaluzcomounamujerjajaauch.

• Había estado pensando en su creación por mucho tiempo (A pocos meses de la introducción de Gradient y Splatter al ComboClub), pero quien me motivó a hacerlo de una vez por todas fue una usuaria de Sanscest Amino.

•Es el PRIMER fanchild GradSplatt.

Así es. Confetti Pop, de Lolxdyaoi26, fue creada ya tiempo después de que Peindre fuera presentado por primera vez ante la comunidad del Sanscest.

•El que acaban de ver es su rediseño, el original era éste:

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╔══════════════════╗ NOTAS FINALES. ╚══════════════════╝

Gradient y Splatter pertenecen a AskComboClub / RoseWorks (A quién no etiquetaré, por lo menos de momento).

El Combo “Swinkers” es perteneciente a halfbakedsans (A quién etiquetaré con menos razón).

Y el resto de personajes mencionados, bueno... Esos le pertenecen a quien quiera que sean sus creadores.

See ya later.

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#Gradient #Splatter #Combo #ComboClub #Fanchild #GradientxSplatter #SplatterxGradient #Sanscest #Omegatimeline #crackship #GradSplatt #SplattGrad

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mymerrymusings · 5 years ago

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John

Jesus then took the loaves, gave thanks, and distributed to those who were seated as much as they wanted. He did the same with the fishJohn 1:1 “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the word was God.”

Word in Greek is “logos”, it’s the reasoning for mankind and ordering principle for the universe.

John 1:1 suggests equality between God the father and God the son. Relationship was the foundation at the beginning of it all.

John 1:12 “Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God”

1. “right” is “power” in KJV. It’s a privilege, authority and jurisdiction given to us. What an honour!

John 1:17 “For the law was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ.”

John 5:14 “...”See, you are well again. Stop sinning or something worse may happen to you”

1. We experience truth by reading the Bible, but we may not necessarily experience grace. But grace comes from truth, there must first be truth, then grace.

2. Jesus’ name in Hebrew was “Yeshua” which translates to English as Joshua. The law came through Moses and he led the Israelites towards the Promise Land. But it was Joshua who brought the people into the Promise Land eventually. Law is greater than Moses, Jesus is greater than Moses.`

3. The condition of our sinning was not a precondition for Jesus’ healing on us. Grace of God.

John 1:39 “”Come,” he replied, “and you will see.”. So they went and saw where he was staying and they spent the day with him. It was about four in the afternoon.”

John 7:17 “Anyone who chooses to do the will of God will find out whether my teaching comes from God or whether I speak on my own.”

1. John the Baptist’s disciples saw Jesus and followed Jesus. Of all things that they could ask Jesus (e.g “Are you the lamb of God”), they actually asked where Jesus is staying. They want to follow Jesus and spend time with Jesus and encounter him. This should be the posture we adopt too.

2. Jesus is always inviting us and pursuing us “Come and you will see”. Are we too busy in our lives that we miss Jesus’ invitations?

3. Do God’s will before seeing the proof, don’t see the proof then decide to do it.

John 1:42 “And he brought him to Jesus. Jesus looked at him and said, “You are Simon son of John. You will be called Cephas`” (which when translated, is Peter).”

Jeremiah 1:5 “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born i set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”

Revelation 2:17 “Whoever has ears, let them hear, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches, I will give that person a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to the one who receives it”

1. Cephas means rock, on whom Jesus will build his church. When God gives us a new name and a new life, he has something bigger in store for us, and it was destined as early as we were conceived.

John 10:38 “But if I do them, even though you do not believe me, believe the works, that you may know and understand that the Faith is in me, and I in the Father”.

John 12:37 “Even after Jesus had performed so many signs in their presence, they still would not believe in him.”`

John: 14:13 “And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son”

John 15:8 “This is to my Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples”

1. To believe is to have faith. Jesus needn’t perform miracles and signs and wonders to prove himself or to show how great He is. He did it so humans who lacked faith will believe.

2. Jesus also performed miracles, signs and wonders for God’s glory and to show God’s greatness. We should adopt the same mindset too, do everything for God’s glory, not self righteousness, self vanity or self glorification. If it’s a job well done, it’s done through God and his greatness.

John 2:11 “What Jesus did here in Cana of Galilee was the first of the signs through which he revealed his glory; and his disciples believed in him.”

John 2:23 “Now while he was in Jerusalem at the Passover Festival, many people saw the signs he was performing and believed in his name.”

1. Signs always point us to something greater. Jesus’ signs point us to the glory of God. Signs must point to a truth of relationship with Christ.

2. Disciples believed in Jesus because they had a relationship with him. Crowd believed in his signs and his name, the latter is more transactional.

John 1:46 “”Nazareth! Can anything good come from there?” Nathanael asked. “Come and see, “ said Philip.”

1. Nazareth was a town with population of less than 500, occupying about 60 acres or 0.24km in land. Can anything great come from a place of insignificance? We can start from a place of unknown, but if we follow Jesus we can do greatness and fulfil our potential.

John 2:4 “”Women, why do you involve me?” Jesus replied. “My hour has not yet come.””

1. It wasn’t time to manifest the glory of God. But our faith in God can move God’s hand and God’s timetable. What man takes time to go, God can do it in an instant (e.g making of wine).

2. Wine is a representation of the work of cross. We have to crush the grapes and wait for it to ferment. Bread is also a representation of the work of cross. We need to mix the flour with water, knead the dough, heat it and transform it. The making of wine and bread undergo changes through rough elements, they also stand the test of time - much like our Christian walk. We need to go through the crushing, kneading, mixing, burning before we transform and birth a new life.

John 2:10 “and said, “Everyone brings out the choice wine first and then the cheaper wine after the guests have had too much to drink; but you have saved the best till now”.

Numbers 13:23 “When they reached the Valley of Eshkol, they cut off a branch bearing a single cluster of grapes. Two of them carried it on a pole between them, along with some pomegranates and figs.”

1. Man treat us really nicely upfront, but God saves the best for us

2. The grapes in the Promised Land was huge! Scale of God’s provision.

John 3:2 “He came to Jesus at night and said, “Rabbi, we know that you are a teacher who has come from God. For no one could perform the signs you are doing if God were not with him.”

John 19:39 “He was accompanied by Nicodemus, the man who earlier had visited Jesus at night. Nicodemus brought a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about seventy-five pounds”.

John 5:24 “Very truly I tell you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be judged but has crossed over from death to life.”

1. Jesus did not judge Nicodemus when he visited him at night. He did not reject us even though we were afraid to declare him to the public. Sometimes, our journey doesn’t start from a place of glory (and may not lead us to good places).

2. Nicodemus declared his faith openly after Jesus’ death and lavished precious herbs on him. But he was condemned and stripped of his wealth and title thereafter. Our faith may not lead us to good places. What matters is what we are able to do for the Lord, earthly consequences are temporal and may not matter as much.

3. We will either be judged through Jesus or judged by Jesus.

John 3:14 “Just as Moses lifted up the snake in the wilderness, so the Son of Man must be lifted up”

Numbers 21:9 “So Moses made a bronze snake and put it up on a pole. Then when anyone was bitten by a snake and looked at the bronze snake, they lived.”

John 5:2 “Now there is in Jerusalem near the Sheep Gate a pool....”

1. Reference to the bronze serpent in OT Numbers and NT John.

In Numbers, the Israelites disobeyed God, incensing God’s wrath and he sent serpents to bite them. Moses cried to God to save the people from the serpents God sent. God said to mount a bronze serpent on a pole and people who looked to it will be cured. People will be saved by seeing and by their faith.

In John, Jesus was lifted up like the “snake in the wilderness”. Serpent is a symbol of sin and Satan. When Jesus was crucified, he became the bronze serpent, he became sin even though he knew no sin.

2. Sheep gate was for sheep to go in and out before they are sacrificed. Sheep gate is just outside the temple, and it’s a one way gate (you can’t come out once you go it). This symbolises the sacrifice from the Lamb of God. Sheep gate always points back to Jesus as foundation and sacrifice.

John 3:17 “For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.”

John 3:29 “The bride belongs to the bridegroom. The friend who attends the bridegroom waits and listens for him, and is full of joy when he hears the bridegroom’s voice. That joy is mine, and it is now complete.”

1. Jesus’ mission is also our mission. We don’t condemn people, we bring people to salvation. We all have 2 roles:

To be the bride and be loved by the groom (Jesus) - receiving God’s love

To be the friend of the groom (John), to prepare and provide the way so others can also be loved - giving God’s love. We are partners in Christ. God can do it alone, but he chose for us to do it with Him.

John 3:27 “To this John replied, “A person can receive only what is given them from heaven.”

John 3:31 “The one who comes from above is above all; the one who is from the earth belongs to the earth, and speaks as one from the earth. The one who comes from heaven is above all.”

1. There seems to be a competition for Ministry between Jesus and John, but John has no issues at all. He was very clear of his identity as the forerunner of Christ. We all have our unique Christ-given position, mission and gift from the Lord.

John 3:36 “Whoever believes in the Son has eternal life, but whoever rejects the Son will not see life, for God’s wrath remains on them.”

John 5:8 “Then Jesus said to him, “Get up! Pick up your mat and walk.”

1. How secure is our salvation, really? Nobody but we ourselves can take away our salvation. Our salvation depends on our faith and belief, it’s an active word and must bear the fruits of the Spirit - love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.

2. God’s forgiveness came before our repentance. There is no need for us to work FOR our salvation, we need to work FROM our salvation in fear and trembling (awe), to bear fruits of the Holy Spirit.

3. There was a choice for the man to take action (pick up mat and walk) and believe the word.

4. Faith is like a window, not muscle. The bigger your widow, the more you let the light of God shine in, the bigger your God is. We need to have the right perspective of God.

John 4:4 “Now he had to go through Samaria”

1. Jews have nothing to do with Samaria, where the Samaritans and gentiles are. Jews will usually take a route from Judea to Galilee, avoiding Samaria. But Jesus did not avoid Samaria, in fact, he went straight up to Galilee through Samaria for one person. Jesus in very intentional in his encounter with us.

John 4:9 “The Samaritan woman said to him, “You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?” (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans”

1. Compare and contrast Nicodemus and the Samaritan woman:

- Pharisee vs sinful woman

- Acknowledged Jesus as a teacher from God because of miracles vs acknowledged Jesus as Prophet because of everything he knows about her

- Night vs Noon (nobody)

- Came to Jesus Vs Jesus came to her

Beauty of God is that he meets us where we are and how we need him. Sometimes he comes to us, sometimes we go to him. Sometimes he talks much, sometimes little. It all depends on what we need.

Proverbs 9:17 “Stolen water is sweet; food eaten in secret is delicious!”

1. Water symbolises sexual sin. The Samaritan woman left her water jar behind, she left her burden behind. She went to town to find everyone and told them about Jesus the Messiah, she can now face the people she couldn’t face before. She became a voice of Christ. That’s the transformation from Christ.

2. Evolution of the woman’s encounter with Jesus: Jew, Sir, Prophet, Messiah

John 4:18 “The fact is, you have had five husbands, and the man you now have is not your husband. What you have just said is quite true.”

John 4:43 “After the two days he left for Galilee.”

2 Peter 3:8 “But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.”

1. Jesus is the 7th man she encountered. 7 symbolises completion and rest. God finished his work and rested on the 7th day.

2. 2 symbolises union. 2 days = 2000 years, the end times is coming.

John 5:18 “For this reason they tried all the more to kill him; not only was he breaking the Sabbath, but he was even calling God his own Father, making himself equal with God.”

1. When we rest, Jesus works because Jesus is our rest. He healed people on Sabbath to change the Pharisee’ paradigm. Sabbath was created for man, not for God

John 5:31 ““If I testify about myself, my testimony is not true.”

1. Jesus gave 6 witnesses (more than required by law: 2): Jesus, John, Works, Father, Scripture, Moses.

HIs testimonies are multi-dimensional. God has offered us so many avenues to believe.

Historical

Contemporary

Spiritual

If we do not have the love of God and do not believe, it is fundamentally reasons of the heart, not the mind. Religious leaders could hide behind supposed intellectual excuses. but their real lack was love and desire for the honour that comes from God.

Why didn’t the Pharisees believe despite all the witnesses?

Challenge to their authority and standing

Challenge to their teachings and belief (saved by works, saved by faith)

John 6:10 “Jesus said, “Have the people sit down.” There was plenty of grass in that place, and they sat down (about five thousand men were there)”

Hosea 2:14 ““Therefore I am now going to allure her; I will lead her into the wilderness and speak tenderly to her.”

1. God led them into the wilderness, there’s God in the wilderness. It is quiet with no distractions, we can hear God.

John 6:11 “Jesus then took the loaves, gave thanks, and distributed to those who were seated as much as they wanted. He did the same with the fish”

1. Miracles only happen with God’s sovereign will and man’s willingness and participation. His will, without our faith and participation will not work.

John 7:4 “No one who wants to become a public figure acts in secret. Since you are doing these things, show yourself to the world.”

1. Jesus preaches in remote places. Jesus didn’t show himself openly. We also need to reflect on the way we conduct ourselves in life and ministry.

John 6:70-71 “Then Jesus replied, “Have I not chosen you, the Twelve? Yet one of you is a devil!” (He meant Judas, the son of Simon Iscariot, who, though one of the Twelve, was later to betray him.)”

Micah 6:8 “He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.”

1. Lesson learnt about how Jesus treats people:

He doesn’t reject them (Judas) even though they are not genuine. He gave them an opportunity and a chance even though he knows.

He never created systems to correct one person. His view is much broader. He provided opportunity for risk and space.

He leads from the premise of potential, with hope and redemption. He gave us opportunities to overcome our weakness because he saw potential in us

2. Justice, mercy and love never act independently. God is a God of justice, mercy and love. He chose to take it upon himself so He can freely love the person. (Maturity is the ability to take on other people’s screw ups)

#BS John

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chronotrek · 7 years ago

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754. [VOY] Endgame

SCORE:

(4/5 stars)

It's been 33 years since Voyager was stranded in the Delta Quadrant, and the 10th anniversary of their return home to Earth. At the reunion, everyone catches up on what they've been up to since the return home. Harry, now a captain, meets Naomi Wildman's daughter, who he hasn't seen since she was a baby. He's been away for four years on a deep space assignment and missed the last few. Tom's got a paunch and is balding and is a published holonovelist. The Doctor arrives with brand new wife in tow, and has finally picked a name: Joe. Barclay has been adopted as part of the crew thanks to his efforts in helping get them home. B'Elanna Torres is a Federation liaison to Qo'noS. Notably absent from the reunion are Tom and B'Elanna's daughter, who is on a secret mission assigned by Janeway; Tuvok, who has suffered from a form of Vulcan dementia for many years; and Seven and Chakotay, both deceased.

After the reunion, Janeway pays Tuvok a visit because she's going to be going on a trip and she doesn't know that she'll ever be returning. He thinks she is an imposter, because Janeway always visits on Sundays and today is Thursday, but returns to frantically scribbling notes on the floor. Janeway gently strokes his head and kisses it before leaving him a gift on his nightstand: a framed TV Guide Voyager cast photo. She requests a house call from Doctor "Joe" who believes something is up because she's always tried to get out of routine physicals, but she just wants to get it out of the way before she goes on her trip. She asks him about an experimental drug he's been working on to protect against tachyon radiation, and orders him to give her some. He's apprehensive but an order is an order, especially when it's "classified."

Janeway has traveled to meet with a Klingon named Korath. Ensign Miral Paris, the absent daughter of the reunion, has been assigned to negotiate with him for a certain piece of technology in exchange for getting a seat on the Klingon High Council, which B'Elanna as Federation liaison was able to help procure. Janeway meets Korath (hey, it's Vaughn Armstrong playing yet another Klingon!) and he tries to alter the deal, asking for advanced shielding technology he saw on her shuttle. She demands he honor the original arrangement, and he kicks her out of his cave. She returns apparently hat in hand to agree to the new terms, but uses it as a ruse to get near the device she wants from him so she can slap a transponder on it and abscond. The Klingons try to pursue her vessel but it has advanced ablative armor deployed and she's able to get away.

Of course, that's not the end of things. She's met by the Rhode Island, Captain Harry Kim's ship, and he says he's taking her into custody. On the Rhode Island, he says this is being kept within the Voyager family and he'd prefer to keep it that way but he wants to stop her from doing what Barclay said she's doing. But she's known him a long time and is able to pull on his heart strings to get him to agree to let her go and attempt her plan. She outfits the device onto the shuttle and is ready to activate a temporal rift when the Klingons catch up with her. She calls back the Rhode Island to help hold them off while she passes through the rift...

Meanwhile, in Voyager's present day, B'Elanna has been dealing with several false labors and is about ready to tear the Doctor's head off over it. Harry's started a delivery betting pool. Chakotay and Seven have started dating, with Seven undergoing the procedure to prevent her cortical node from killing her for falling in love. She's also taking pointers from Neelix who's still in contact with them in his new job as Federation Ambassador to the Delta Quadrant. Neelix is thinking of asking Dexa to marry him. Tuvok loses a game of kal-toh to Icheb, which disturbs him and he has the Doctor check on his neurodegenerative condition. The Doctor does notice a decline and ups his dosage, advising him to let Janeway know. Tuvok will tell Janeway only if and when it impacts his job performance.

Voyager detects a nebula nearby that appears to be a wormhole hub. Harry gets his hopes up that one of them might point to the Alpha Quadrant. They set a course, but upon entering the nebula they have a near-collision with a Borg cube. Janeway has them leave as fast as they can, while the Borg Queen (played this time by Alice Krige, reprising her role from First Contact) observes from a distance and allows them to retreat unharmed. Harry wants to go back and is devising a strategy to evade or fight the Borg in order to get home, but Janeway puts an end to that and says the risk is too great.

A temporal rift opens near Voyager, and Admiral Janeway's shuttle comes through. She immediately barks orders to them to close the rift behind her, and Captain Janeway hesitantly follows them, but wants to know what her future self is doing here. "I've come to bring Voyager home," she says, on a transmission intercepted by the Borg Queen herself. Janeway is apprehensive of the Admiral, but has the Doctor verify that she is who she says she is. The Admiral has a plan for them to reverse course and head back into the nebula. Her shuttlecraft is carrying advanced technology that can be modified for Voyager that will allow them to kick some Borg ass and get through to return home.

The Queen comes to Seven that night as she regenerates and warns her that she knows about their plan and will destroy them if they come back to her nebula, punctuating the point by causing a low-energy surge in Seven's cortical node, knocking her out of her alcove. The Admiral says they shouldn't pay the threat any heed, as she has decades of experience fighting the Queen. With modifications to the ship complete (advanced shielding, ablative armor, and transphasic torpedoes that can kill a cube in one or two hits) they re-enter the nebula and easily fight off a few cubes before finding the source of the wormhole readings.

It's not just a few wormholes. It's one of the Borg's six transwarp hubs, from which they can deploy ships nearly anywhere in the galaxy in a matter of minutes. Janeway is angered that the Admiral did not tell her this is what it was, and the Admiral deliberately kept it from her because she knew Janeway would rather destroy the hub than get home. Janeway orders them back out of the nebula overriding the Admiral's demands. Janeway wants them to devise a plan to destroy the hub, because doing so could save millions of lives. They discuss tactics, but the Admiral grows impatient, because she's had years to consider these options and they don't pan out. The Queen directly controls the hubs from the Borg unicomplex, and any attack they launch would be almost immediately countered. They can't go through it and then destroy it, because the only thing at the other end is an exit. While they discuss things she's had years to ponder, the Queen is analyzing their new technology and developing countermeasures.

In a private conversation between the two, the Admiral accuses Janeway of making the same mistake she made seven years ago by putting the hypothetical lives of strangers above that of her own crew. Janeway seems to think Voyager comes out pretty well considering they eventually make it home, but she hasn't been told what they lost. Seven of Nine will die three years from now, and her death will utterly destroy Chakotay. He'll never be the same again, and he'll die after returning home. Tuvok has his neural degeneration. The cure lies in the Alpha Quadrant, melding with a family member, but if they wait another sixteen years to get home, it will be too progressed to treat. Altogether Janeway will lose 22 crewmembers before getting them home. That is what she is sacrificing by not going through the hub as it presents itself.

Janeway speaks to the senior staff and puts the decision in their hands. Seven years ago she made a unilateral decision stranding them here and it is not fair to make the same choice now without their agreement. But the crew, one by one, are willing to make that sacrifice. Tuvok is fully willing to sacrifice his mental health to strike such a blow against the Borg. Seven would gladly die in 3 years time to atone for her Borg atrocities by crippling them. In fact, she attempts to break up with Chakotay to spare him the grief her death would cause, but he won't have it. The future is not set in his mind, and any relationship has risks, ones he is fully willing to take. Harry points out that nobody wants to get home more than he does, and he is willing to put that on hold to hit the Borg where it hurts.

The Admiral remembers the idealism that she had lost over the years as she has her first cup of coffee in a long time, and realizes that this is the more important fight. Still, Janeway thinks there's got to be a way for the both of them to get what they want. The Admiral has an idea in mind that she once discounted for being too risky, but she thinks it's worth it now. Janeway injects her with a hypospray, the contents of which are unknown to the viewer, and the Admiral takes her shuttle out and into the transwarp hub.

As they prepare to assault the hub, Torres is in sickbay. It's a genuine labor this time. Tom wants to stay in sickbay for the birth of his daughter, but he's needed at the helm. B'Elanna makes him go. She'll be okay. The Admiral goes all the way to the Borg unicomplex, where she broadcasts an image of herself into the mind of the Borg Queen. She tells the Queen that Janeway plans to destroy the hub, a plan the Queen knows about and is unconcerned regarding its success. Even so, with Voyager's modifications, they'll do a lot of damage in the attempt and the Admiral is offering a path to avoid that. She'll give the Queen information on how to adapt to all of the modifications if she agrees to tractor Voyager kicking and screaming into the Alpha Quadrant. The Queen doesn't believe she'd betray them, but the Admiral says she's saving them from themselves. She's seeking to ensure the welfare of her collective.

Of course, the Queen has simply been buying time to triangulate the Admiral's signal, and finds her cloaked vessel easily. She beams the Admiral directly to her chambers and assimilates her... just as the Admiral wanted. Janeway injected her with a pathogen that is cutting the Queen off from the collective and causing all sorts of havoc within the collective. As the Queen begins falling apart, unable to control the adaptations of the transwarp hub, Voyager enters and begins launching multiple torpedoes to detonate several conduit apertures, causing a cascading failure to destroy the hub. The Queen watches as she loses the network, but finds a sphere that can still hear her thoughts and orders it to pursue Voyager. She reasons if they kill Janeway before she makes it home, her future version will never exist to infect her. (Which is silly, this future version of Janeway has already ensured her timeline's erasure, but don't tell the Queen that.) It's the last command she issues before collapsing lifeless on the ground, causing the unicomplex itself to be destroyed along with the Admiral.

Voyager is attacked by the sphere and allows itself to be tractored inside the vessel to shield itself from the cascading shockwave they're fleeing. An aperture opens a light-year from Earth, and Admiral Paris assembles all ships in the area to convene on it to fight back whatever Borg invasion is about to happen. But as the sphere emerges from the aperture, it explodes from the inside, Voyager emerging from the debris. Tom is called away from the helm to greet his newborn daughter, and Chakotay takes the pilot's seat as Janeway orders him to set a course for home. It ends rather abruptly at that point. The producers explained that they had already gone over the events of Voyager returning home in the beginning of the episode, but that's less fulfilling considering that future never happened now. I would have preferred a little less "All Good Things"-style future postulating and a little more proper homecoming celebration.

NITPICKS

I suppose this is more a retroactive nitpick for the episode "Natural Law," but Seven and Chakotay's relationship was even less set up than Troi and Worf's. They missed a perfect opportunity to start having them develop feelings for each other while among the Ventu. You can point to the holodeck Chakotay romance, but that counts as romantic development as much as Worf being married to Troi in a parallel universe.

It's not clear how Voyager was able to survive to get tractored into the sphere. I can extrapolate that they stood down to put the Borg at ease, but I wouldn't think the Borg would take any chances and would have boarded the ship anyway, and since they had the technology assimilated from Admiral Janeway's knowledge, they wouldn't need to assimilate Voyager's crew, just destroy them.

FAVORITE QUOTES

Lana: Joe has a real flair for romantic gestures. Paris: Joe? Doctor: I decided I couldn't get married without a name. Paris: It took you thirty three years to come up with Joe?

Tuvok: You're an impostor. Janeway: No, Tuvok. It's me. Tuvok: Admiral Janeway visits on Sunday. Today is Thursday. Logic dictates that you are not who you claim to be.

Paris: Can't you induce? Doctor: I wouldn't recommend it. Paris: If this keeps happening, we'll never get any sleep. Doctor: You think it's bad now?

Kim: Where's your sense of adventure? Paris: I left it in that nebula and I'm not going back for it. Kim: Don't you want to find a way home? Paris: I am home, Harry.

Queen: You've always been my favorite, Seven. In spite of their obvious imperfections. I know how much you care for the Voyager crew. So I've left them alone. Imagine how you'd feel if I were forced to assimilate them. Seven: Voyager is no threat to the Collective. We simply want to return to the Alpha Quadrant. Queen: I've no objection to that. But if you try to enter my nebula again, I'll destroy you.

Admiral: Am I the only one experiencing deja vu here? Janeway: What are you talking about? Admiral: Seven years ago you had the chance to use the Caretaker's array to get Voyager home. Instead, you destroyed it. Janeway: I did what I knew was right. Admiral: You chose to put the lives of strangers ahead of the lives of your crew. You can't make the same mistake again. Janeway: You got Voyager home, which means I will too. If it takes a few more years then that's— Admiral: Seven of Nine is going to die.

Admiral: Must be something you assimilated. Queen: What have you done? Admiral: I thought we didn't need words to understand each other. Queen: You've infected us with an neurolytic pathogen. Admiral: Just enough to bring chaos to order.

Janeway: Set a course for home.

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All this is copied directly from my OC pages, apparently some users can’t get to these pages so I am making a post. In short: Tumblr be daft, so I’m doing this

Psychic: Protector of the Universe

(Art once again by the amazing Traumwelt, see here: http://nwitchgun.deviantart.com/)

Psychological Profile

Name: Psychic (birth name: unknown)

Alter ego: Mono-identity

Age: Physically late twenties, chronologically at least eight hundred years’ old

Nationality: Japanese (country of birth)

Eye colour: Deep Purple

Personality Info

Psychic is an alien-human hybrid, the result of the union between the homo-Psychoid woman known as Sabrina Walker and the Lupos-Cosmaine humanoid male whom went by the Codename Psycho-Wolf. He was raised by his parents, his human grandfather Kai Walker and shared an upbringing with other homo-Psychoid youth at the Walker-Haven Orphanage in Tokyo Japan. Presently (and sometimes in the past and present) Psychic is a warrior who leads a special force unit consisting of himself, a Cosmaine humanoid male Vladimir Drake Ragun, a Primal Psychoid humanoid female Melanie Walker, his homoPsychoid grandfather Kai Walker and his fiancé Jun Tenshi also human. They travel in a Lupos Temporal Crusader vessel, Lunar Wolf, seeking out Temporal and Spatial anomalies and threats which could cause universal level threats and seek to neutralise them and safeguard all life in the universe.

Psychic is a very calm figure, but not in a laidback manner in which we see from Jack Dahl aka Fox. Psychic’s manner is cold, stern and appears outwardly emotionless. He is noted to always have a serious demeanour, he never jokes and almost never smiles. Psychic however has an authoritative presence which comes from centuries of experience and understanding, even without his powers he can tell what kind of people he is dealing with almost at a glance and is able to distinguish between those whom would serve as an ally and those whom have opposing ambitions. In battle he is remorselessly efficient, both in his warrior stance and the use of his vast Psychoid abilities which include but not limited to:

Psycho-elementis (in which he has been able to manipulate fire, electricity, earth and even the wind)

Temporal-kinesis (the manipulation of the flow of time)

Spatial Manipulation (his control over gravity has even enabled him to fly much like superman)

Telekinesis (One of such instances involves Psychic going as Fox calls it ‘Darth Vader’)

Telepathy

Astral Projection

Teleportation

Mental Suggestion (Fox has dubbed this Jedi mind trick)

Accelerated healing

On first glance one would think this alien super being would be on par with Superman, however this Psychoid prime suffers from all the weaknesses the homo-Psychoids have demonstrated and this doesn’t touch upon his own fragile mentality which is carefully concealed by his serious and no nonsense exterior.

Psychological Info

Psychic comes from a species whom reportedly mate for life, the Lupos would single out one other being (not always of their own kind) with whom they felt a deep romantic and spiritual bond with and would only ever see that being in a physically and romantically attractive way. Because of this Psychic can be labelled Demi-Sexual as he is only physically and romantically attracted to Jun (whom seems to share this perspective) which also shows he is emotionally dependant on his fiancé. Growing up Psychic was surrounded by likeminded and likewise gifted children whom could understand the trials of being a Psychoid. However, Psychic is not like the homo-Psychoids on earth or the primal Psychoids from the planet Mylonis, he has been classified as Psychoid Prime meaning he is potentially a perfect psychokinetic being whom once fully developed could potentially be a universe altering being, able to control the very fabric of time and space like a god. But as a child Psychic has these powers and little idea how to control them, and so he has a history of emotional psychokinetic episodes in which moments of high stress, fear and anxiety has led to his powers going beyond his control and causing massive collateral damage. Perhaps because of this Psychic is emotionally retentive, feeling he must conceal and control these volatile feelings so as not to harm those he cares about.

Like the homo-Psychoids his powers are not a sign of strength but sensitivity, despite his own formidable physical strength his own mental vulnerability is what allows him to access these powers. As such these powers cause the homo-Psychoids pain, in the case of telepaths they hear the thoughts of everyone who passes them by and it’s not like hearing something through headphones but like a voice speaking inside your head often at high volume. One voice hurts but imagine being in a crowd and hearing upwards of twenty voices at the same time, that is agony. Also when using powers such as Psycho-elementis you feel your body act in accordance to what you are doing, i.e. summoning psycho-fire you can feel the blood burn in your veins as you apparate it from your hands. It hurts a homo-Psychoid to use these abilities, and in the case of Psychic whom is Psychoid-Prime he lives his life in almost constant pain. This adds another level of dependency towards Jun Tenshi whom is the only leading medical and scientific figure on the homo-Psychoid front, she is the one whom developed the medicine known as white Psychoid which acts as a numbing agent which soothes the patient’s sensitivity and neutralises the pain and by extent puts a dampener on their psychic abilities. Psychic needs Jun to medicate him day to day, because it can’t do it himself anymore.

Psychic as a warrior has killed before, and will kill again. Despite his own moral judgement and reserving such a permanent act as a final resort he does so without hesitation and the same remorseless efficiency he fights all his enemies, however these actions have a profound effect on him. Whenever he slays an opponent he can hear their last thoughts before they pass. There is an incident known as the Point of Genesis, where in order to stop a Universal Genocide Event Psychic had to commit a genocidal act himself and destroyed the Planetary System known as Tempest Row killing upwards of six billion people and he heard all of their dying thoughts drill into his mind before a deafening and horrible silence. This coupled with the trauma of seeing his parents die on this mission had thrown Psychic into a state of emotional, mental and physical disarray and he became wholly dependent on Jun. Before this Psychic had been taught how to medicate himself with White Psychoid but after the Point of Genesis he began taking more and more of the drug, beyond his prescribed dosage until he overdosed and went completely numb. He was unable to feel anything, nothing physical or even emotional and this very well almost lead to his death. This case of substance abuse is why he cannot trust himself and is thus dependant on Jun for medical care as well as emotional care, because on his own he is a wreck.

Psychic has a good relationship with his team, Vlad and Mel both respect and adore him and his relationship with his grandfather is one of love and understanding. Despite his cold front he makes it as clear as he can that he cares for them all very much, even if he cannot show it as he thinks he should. He holds their complete trust and he in turn doesn’t keep anything from them, in fact Psychic almost never lies in general. This isn’t to say he doesn’t withhold information from his team or even from Jun but he doesn’t lie about it, he just says often rather bluntly ‘That’s information I don’t wish to share as of now’. Trust is something Psychic values very deeply and is something he doesn’t give lightly, probably because he can often hear people’s true voices as it drills into his mind so he knows automatically whom he can work with on meeting them. Familiar attachments are something Psychic both needs and yet avoids, it disturbs him somewhat that Melanie and Vlad see him as an older brother which ties into a deep seated sense of Parental insecurity. Psychic respected and worshipped his father and held his mother as a paragon of compassionate love and in his own mind he cannot measure up to their standards, which is unwittingly confirmed by Kai whom clings to the memories of his daughter and son-in-law with single minded adoration.

Conclusion

Psychic is a cunning, wise and formidable warrior but despite his skill and amazing power he is anything but invulnerable. In fact, he is vulnerable because of his powers, they are so volatile that even his emotions can cause him to lose control so much that he is forced to adopt an emotionless front. His innate sensitivity and his ever developing powers leave him in a state of constant physical pain, and the trauma of his past actions and the loss of family and friends whom he loved and saw as important structures of his wellbeing cause him near constant emotional pain leaving him almost wholly dependent on Jun and his remaining family. His desire to not feel pain has left him open to drug abuse which ironically has put him in his most vulnerable state to date, meaning unlike heroes such as Russell and Fox (despite being monophobic) he cannot operate on his own. He NEEDS his friends and family, they keep him safe and they keep him good.

Family/Relationships

Art by the amazing @hyperchronic

Melanie ‘Mel’ Walker (Adopted Sister)

Vladimir 'Vlad’ Drake Ragun (Adopted brother)

Kai Walker (Grandfather from mother’s side)

Jun Tenshi (Fiance/Wife)

Shipping

Psychic is demi-sexual and romantically shipped EXCLUSIVELY with his fiance/wife Jun Tenshi. He is able to play the sibling, mentor and paternal figure but he is romantically unavailable (Non-negotiable!)

Role-Play Relationships

(To be amended)

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