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thebramblewood · 3 months ago
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AU in which the trio opens a fine dining restaurant. It's like The Bear but with vampires.
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dchuntress · 18 days ago
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GET HIS ASS. ESTABLISH YOUR INDEPENDENCE. DON'T LET HIM TELL YOU TO DO SHIT!!!!
helena bertinelli in batman: family (2002—2003) #4.
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filmrating · 3 months ago
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kiras-monkey-bum-face · 3 months ago
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sometimes I just need a bit of casual sex stuff to meet the need but I am overweight and not conventionally attractive so therefore I just whinge on the internet about having to find someone to fall in love with me in order to be fucking touched at all
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havendance · 1 year ago
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Robin III: Cry of the Huntsman
Right now, I am in the middle of both of my major wips and they’re both long and feel like they’re going on forever, so here is something fun and quick and wrote in between for the Helena Dick Roleswap AU. Enjoy.
Mob creeps were all the same, Dick thought. Didn’t matter whether they were Italian like Zucco had been or Russian like this latest set. They still chewed up all the innocent lives around them to make their profit. The Russians had killed a father for resisting, and then his daughter for witnessing. For them, it was just part of their twisted game. The least Dick could do was ruin it for them.
His shift at the bar came to an end and he walked back to his place, planning his next move. The presence of KGBeast complicated things.
There was a lamp on when he entered his apartment. Dick knew that it had been off when he’d left.
“Who’s there?” he called, reaching for the escrima he kept stashed near the door.
“It’s just me.”
Dick turned the corner to see that Robin was sitting in his armchair, fingers steepled in front of his face. He relaxed marginally. “What are you doing here?”
“You agreed to team up on this,” Robin pointed out.
“Yes, but that wasn’t an invitation to show up at my apartment. How’d you even know where I live anyway?” And, the more important question, since Dick wasn’t the Huntsman right now. “How did you know who I am?”
“I figured it out. It wasn’t that hard.”
All the effort Dick had put into keeping his identities separate, well the costume and mask at least, and the kid says it wasn’t that hard. It was honestly a little insulting. He sighed. “Mind elaborating?”
Robin suddenly looked shifty. “It’s not important.”
“Considering it’s my secret identity, I think it is.”
“Look, I’m sorry about breaking in. Next time I’ll just meet up with you somewhere else.”
“Robin.”
The kid had stopped his little steepled fingers thing and had started fidgeting with his cape instead. He wouldn’t meet Dick’s eye. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said softly, almost a whisper.
That threw Dick for a loop. “What do you mean?”
“It’s just— I really don’t think you need to know.”
Don’t snap at the kid. You don’t want to scare him off. “I kind of think it’d hurt me more not knowing what holes in my security I’ve got.”
Robin kept fiddling with his cape. He looked up at Dick and then back down again quickly. Dick waited. Finally, the kid said: “Last night, that flip you did. There’s only ever four people who ever managed to pull off.” Dick felt himself freeze. The quad. He hadn’t thought about it, had needed the extra power. Robin kept talking. “Of those, two of them are dead and another’s in Russia.” He gave a little shrug. “Process of elimination.”
Dick remembered to breathe. “You’ve got pretty good eyes to catch that. What if it’d been a triple and you guessed wrong?”
Another pause. This time, when Robin spoke, he sounded almost apologetic. “My parents used to take me to the circus every year, when it was in Gotham. I know what it looks like.”
Oh. “Then, were you…?” It had been nearly three years ago now since Haley’s had last come to Gotham.
Robin looked away again. “I’m sorry.”
That was a yes then. This kid who’s name Dick didn’t even know had been there on one of the worst nights of his life. The one that he could never forget. The one that haunted his nightmares. Judging by the look on the kids face he didn’t have any problems remembering either. He suddenly looked very young. And hell, it had been nearly three years ago. “How old even were you?”
Robin bristled. “I wasn’t a baby. Look, don’t we have mobsters to take down?”
Right. The reason Robin was even here in the first place. Well it wasn’t like Dick wanted to talk about this topic any more either. He let the subject drop. “I’ve got a few leads,” he said. “Give me a minute ti suit up and we can head out.”
“I’ve got a couple too,” Robin said.
“Sounds like we’ve got our work cut out for us.” Dick shook off memories of the past as he walked into his room. He didn’t need any more ghosts haunting him tonight when he’d need his focus. Zucco was dead. He’s made sure of that. His parents could rest knowing that Justice had been done. With any luck, he’d be able to ensure the same for the family the Russians had killed. It was time for the Huntsman to work.
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the-lonelyshepherd · 8 months ago
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how does one come up w/ stuff like this genuine question
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need to study your brain........ gimme👹👹
chronic daydreamer 🔥🔥🔥🔥
escapismpilled🐺🐺🐺🐺
cowboye 😎😎😎😎
i wanted to make a comic of this little storyline but it would take like. forever. just like the sister dying part. ughhhh i hate it they make me ill….. she’ll never be your little sister you’ll never get her back and you have to accept that
#throws up#yay polish cowboys🔥🔥🔥#what if we were sisters and we didn’t have much of a family anymore but we had each other and we stole horses to make money and we rested#under the shade of the trees and one day it all caught up to us and before i knew it we were galloping full speed through the desert but it#wasn’t fast enough it was never fast enough and when the shotgun tore through your body i think it took a piece of me too and when the#bullet went through my horses head and i flew off his back i didn’t even think about the cracking pain in my ankle because all i could thin#about was the way you were lying just a little too still on the ground and the way your blood had stained your white horse crimson and how#the dawn light felt a little different and the air was a little too quiet and there was nobody behind us anymore and it was just me and you#white (red) horse standing(crawling) alone with a corpse and a half (as i held you in my arms you were still breathing) and when#death (a lone coyote) came to pry you from my arms i begged it to let you stay just a little longer#and death looked me in the eyes and said it could have saved you but it would not and it took your hand in it’s toothed maw and then it was#just me and a red horse and a corpse and i didn’t have a sister anymore and the only thing i had left of you#was blood (my fingernails. your horse. the sand.)#ten years later the blood under my nails is dry and your horse is a brilliant white again but i there is a voice in my ear#and a pain in my chest and as i strangle death all i can hear is feathers#silly cowboy story#sheps asks#coyote#starling#helena#katarzyna
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wernerherzogs · 4 months ago
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i fucking did it (finished s7) but christ alive
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apopcornkernel · 8 months ago
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i get why helena or selina fans get annoyed about jason, but what i dont really get is the accusation that batfanon steals from helena and selina's stories/roles/relationships with the batfamily and gives it to jason 😭 bc um... do you think these people have touched a comic? (or like, any comic outside ditf or uth)... how would they steal something they probably didn't even know existed HSJDHAJAHSMDBSNSB
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foolofatook001 · 2 years ago
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hello Lord Huron fans who are also Magnus Archives fans:
I am assigning LH characters to the fears and I am drawing a blank on the Dark and the Corruption (and tbh the Buried and the End are a little shaky)
anyone got ideas?
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eddiexmunsn · 2 years ago
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this is definitely nonsensical rambling BUT!!! i cant stop thinking about being friendly neighbors with eddie. first name basis and frequent waves of hello or goodbye as one is pulling in or out of their little peking spots, and every now and then you’d join him for a smoke on his porch and you two talked about nothing in particular, but he was always left with more questions than answers. he’s always had his eyes on you— not in a creepy way, he’s more curious and intrigued than anything. he’s always been one to go to bed too late, never running on more than four hours of sleep. so one of the things he’s observed in the time he’s spent restless and awake is that the lamp in your bedroom is always on until the early mornings, and sometimes he can even hear the low volume of your radio as you shuffle around in your room if he’s out by his van. sometimes he can see your shadow but usually it’s just a soft glow. one restless night, he had padded out on to his little porch to smoke a joint. usually he would just light up in his room, but almost everyone in the park smoked pot and he needed the fresh air. the park was lit only by the stars, the moon, and your lamp that was still on. he had half a mind to approach your window and offer you a puff or two, but you beat him to it. the screen door to your trailer creaked open and out you came in your own pajamas, a sheepish smile on your face as you made your way across the “road” between your trailers. you climbed up the few steps and plopped yourself down next to him on the old beat up couch he and wayne had wrestled with the get up and onto the porch. without a word he just passes you the joint and the two of you enjoy each others quiet company as you both star gaze and smoke until the loose lips kick in and you talk about everything and anything until the sun comes up. and after that, neither of you spent another restless night alone and it’s a tradition to smoke together before bed :-)
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cupatty · 2 years ago
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bobfloydsbabe · 1 year ago
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My health really decided to fuck with me at the worst possible time. I don’t have time for this nonsense. I have family to deal with, a birthday not to cry on, work, and more family bullshit. I need things to not be disaster and my body to get back in line.
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hotpinkboots · 1 year ago
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The Lone Ranger (2013) is so underrated. Like what. Hear me out, if you don't like it, then at LEAST watch it for HER.
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tvrningout-a · 1 year ago
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kicking my legs thinking of bronwyn in the context of my wishlist post bc she'd become a one-woman army if she had to in order to get back to her loved one. standing in her way would be foolish bc she would just be a force of destruction; she's lost people bc she wasn't fast enough, strong enough, but that won't be the case this time. it can't be. she's so... unlike herself for a time, trying to find her person, her home, bc what is home to a nomadic creature? it's the people she surrounds herself with and the one person she trusts to keep by her side all this time ( what use is immortality without someone to spend it with? ). and oh, when she finds them again -- the monster melts away like a bad dream. she isn't the valravn who perhaps tore her way through villages trying to find them, who gladly bathed in blood if it meant she'd find them alive. she's just bronwyn, their friend, lover, sister, what have you. and how softly she holds them; how close; how long. she's home, and she'll never let them go again.
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havendance · 1 year ago
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A Lonely Place of Dying
Companion piece to this. Also takes place in the helena dick roleswap au.
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There was a kid in Helena’s apartment. Young, maybe in middle school, dark hair, nicely dressed if a bit grubby. Standing frozen where he’d been poking at the photo album Donna had given her, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“Who are you?” Helena demanded. “And what are you doing in my apartment?” He wasn’t what she’d been expecting to find when she came back to find her door unlocked.
The kid jumped back. “I’m sorry!” he said. “I know I shouldn’t have broken in but I didn’t know where you were or when you’d come back and it’s important! It’s really important.”
Helena sighed. “Look, I don’t care what game you’re playing here, kid, but you’ve thirty seconds to get out of here before I call the cops.” She probably wouldn’t actually call the cops, just kick him out herself, but he didn’t need to know that.
“No! I promise this is, umm. Look, Batman needs you!” he blurted out,
“Excuse me?” Helena schooled her face to look like she thought the kid was crazy rather than reflect the spike of adrenaline his words had sent rushing through her.
The boy nodded. “I know you’re—” he glanced around furtively before whispering “—Nightwing and I know that Bruce Wayne is—” back to whispering “—Batman.”
Helena made sure the door was shut behind her. This was not the time to panic. “Who told you?” she demanded. If this was another one of Deathstroke’s games—
The boy had taken off his backpack. He looked up from where he was rummaging through it. “No one!” he said. “I figured it— I mean, it’s not important. I promise I never told anyone.”
“Who did you say you were again?”
“It’s not important.” He dug out a paper folder, shoved it into her hands. “Batman needs you.”
Helena opened it automatically. “Look—” she started to say before looking down and seeing just what was inside. It was Batman: pictures of Batman taken from far too close, amateur enough that it was probably the kid that had taken them. And wasn’t that a comforting thought?
“He’s been bad, really bad since Ja—” he stopped himself. “Since Robin died. I think he’s going to get himself killed.”
Helena flipped through: Batman looking beat to hell. Batman falling off the reservoir. Batman, soaking wet, staggering over to the Batmobile. She’d heard it was bad, heard the rumors that they were thinking of taking down the Batsignal. It was different seeing it. “Where did you get these?”
The boy shrugged. “I took them.” That’s what she was afraid of. They were far too close to the action to be comfortable. Batman should’ve seen him. The fact that he hadn’t was a whole other bad sign on its own. “He needs Robin. To hold him back. To remind him why he does it.”
“Robin’s dead, kid,” Helena said bluntly.
“You used to be Robin. If you go back to being Robin, you can help him. Robin’s the light to Batman’s darkness. He needs it. He needs you.”
That startled a bitter laugh out of her. “Batman’s made it perfectly clear that he doesn’t need me.” He’d made that clear after Jason, before Jason. Again and again. The wonder wasn’t that he’d fired her, but that she’d managed to last so long before he did.
“No,” the kid sounded almost heartbroken. He’d probably only ever seen the pretty picture they’d put on and not the ugliness underneath. “He raised you! He taught you everything you know. You were Batman and Robin. Can you really just abandon him like that?” He sounded so certain about all of it. That it meant something.
Helena sighed. The kid’s certainty was contagious. There had been good times there along with the bad. “Fine,” she said. “I’ll swing by and see if I can give him a hand. But as Nightwing. I’m not becoming Robin again. I can’t become Robin again.”
The kid sagged in relief. “Thank you,” he said. He started to eye her door.
Helena made a decision. “And you’re coming with me.”
“What?”
She smiled. “You’ve still got some explaining to do, kid.”
It took a couple of hours to drive from New York to Gotham. The kid (who’s name she still didn’t have) seemed content to sit in silence, but Helena wasn’t about to let him off that easily.
“So,” she said, after she’d made it out of the city traffic and onto the freeway, “You never told me your name.”
He shrugged. “It’s not important.” He was hugging his back to his chest, staring straight ahead out the front window. “I’m just doing this and then you’ll never see me again. You don’t need to know.”
Helena sincerely doubted that. “You know a lot of big secrets kid. That’s not just something we can let go.”
“Oh.” It sounded like that was occuring to him for the first time. “Even if I promise never to tell anyone? Or are you going to brainwipe me? I promise I won’t tell!”
Helena sighed. “No one’s going to brainwipe you. Just, how did you even figure it out in the first place?”
“Oh, that. It’s kind of silly,” he said. “I don’t think you need to worry about anyone else doing it.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
“Well, you saved my life once,” he said, softly.
“I’ve saved lots of people.”
“As Helena Bertinelli, I mean, not Robin.”
“Oh?”
But she didn’t need to encourage him, he was already telling the story.
“I was 5,” he said. “There was this children’s event I think, some sort of fundraiser, at the Opera House and my parents had taken me. Two Face attacked in the middle.”
It was beginning to sound familiar.
“I don’t remember exactly what happened, but he grabbed me as a hostage I think. He was flipping his coin when you attacked him. You came out of nowhere and hit him with a fire extinguisher.”
Oh, she did remember that. She’d been twelve, with three years of Robin under her belt. Two Face had separated the children from the adults and she’d been there with none of Robin’s usual tools when he announced he was going to start killing people if his demands weren’t met. When he’d pulled out the coin.
“You were crying,” she remembered. “I gave you his coin.” She’d known his name then; she could almost remember it now, at the edge of her memory.
“I still have it,” he said fondly. “I thought you were the coolest ever after that. You were so brave.”
Helena had been terrified. Afterwards, Bruce had yelled at her about it, with the cold voice she’d learnt meant that he was afraid too. And afterwards, he’d held her so tight he thought he would never let her go.
“—and afterwards, I was convinced you had to be Robin because you were so cool.” Helena glanced over to see that he had an absentminded smile on his face. “I was only five. It was kind of silly.”
“It was right.”
“Yeah, but that was just luck. I mean, I looked for other evidence when I got older, and if you know what you’re looking for, you can see the connections, but like. I just got lucky. I mean, I was just a kid.”
He was still a kid, Helena didn’t point out. Instead she said, “All the secrecy, and it’s undone by a child’s guess. Impressive.” If Bruce weren’t currently trying to destroy himself, she’d almost be looking forward to seeing his reaction to it.
“Yeah. I wrote you a thank you note afterwards,” the kid added as an afterthought, “I don’t know if you ever got it.”
She had. It had featured an illustration of her attacking Two Face in crayon and a polite note that had clearly been written out by the kid’s parents, but he had painstakingly signed his name in crayon underneath. What had it been…
“Tim Drake!” She exclaimed at last.
The kid startled. “What?”
“That was your name. Tim Drake.”
“Oh, uh, yeah. I guess I couldn’t keep it a secret forever.”
“Nope,” Helena said. “You do realize I’m a detective?”
“Yeah,” the kid— Tim— sounded sheepish.
That thank you note he’d sent was probably still lying around somewhere. Maybe she could get Alfred to dig it up.
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