#hey if this goes against your own hc or canon for that matter and you don't like this you are valid but please just move on.

[pitske]

So Mangle's my favorite FNaF animatronic/ character (withered Bonnie being second)

while a big part of that is just that I adore their design and how messed up they look, for mangle specifically it's the backstory that makes me love them even more.

Now, I am NOT as familiar with the actual FNaF lore as I used to be when I was 11, but Mangle got "destroyed" by kids which is, you know, pretty sad. Back when I was 11 the most popular way this was talked /theorized about is that some demon kids just straight up decided to do this to mangle just because they could.

And that is cool and all

but personally, I am much more fond of the idea of this being a type of “love changes” situation. You all know that set of pictures with the stuffed bunny, right?

Basically that. The kids, that came to Mangle's cove, just had some fun trying to play with mangle and, of course, the kids will play intensely with toys, they like a lot.

So when mangle just kept getting more and more disheveled and broken, the kids no longer saw the appeal and/ or were scared because she looked so different.

The idea here being

the tragedy of Mangle being changed against her will and forgotten about or being left behind is all good, but the idea of Mangle loving the kids just as much and also having fun ,but being changed anyway and THEN discarded is actually my favorite thing ever, and I need to draw that.

Just imagine you bond with these kids, and you're okay with them drawing on you or literally removing your limbs and just one day they don't show up anymore, and it isn't your fault at all but THEIRS and you can do absolutely nothing about it, and you just have to sit and think about this every single day while you're all alone in the backroom of the pizzeria.  (okay, lots of "and"s here) Imagine seeing one of the kids that used to play with you look at you nervously and be scared when you wave to them and back away or hide behind their parents- I am crying OMG Mangle must've been so devastated YOU SEE WHERE I'M COMING FROM, THOUGH, RIGHT?! JUST OMG THE LOVE CHANGES PEOPLE THING BEING AN ACTUAL PHYSICAL EFFECT YOU CAN SEE AND THAT EFFECT LEADING TO PEOPLE LEAVING YOU I JUST- RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH (additionally, I don't think Mangle ever started hating the kids for doing this. I think she was just very sad that they no longer wanted to play with her at all, no visitors etc.) The best possible outcome for this post is somebody informs me this is actually cannon and I just straight up did not know /hj

[monday-headache]

Hey Simon! Thank you for the amazing ask <3 Right back at you:

I love that you're writing/arting about characters that have never met in canon (Gaige and Sasha, Fiona and Scarlett). What drew you to writing these characters together? And are there any more that you'd love to explore one day? :D

Hey Sarah, glad it made you smile. I want to have more interaction with the fandom so I’ll try to make this a regular, so please be free to send me questions whenever. I’d love to read your thoughts ;)

And Omg, that’s a fantastic question as well but, be aware, this is gonna be an essay as well.

Mhh where to start, where to start.

So first things first, My headcanon of why I think Gaige and Sasha would be best friends started a pretty long while ago, way before I even got gently pushed towards the Idea of really starting to write about it in the first place. Because you must know, even though Strays is my first longshot, it is also my very first fanfc I’ve ever written in like ever. So no matter how shitty, great or whatever it will turn out to be or how well others will be, Strays has and will always have a special place in my heart. And I’m not gonna rush things either, even when the fandom will die out, my Ideas for it will flow ;)

But yeah how it started. To put it simply Gaige was my first character In Borderlands ever that I played myself. I knew about the Lore of 1 and I’ve played 1 with a friend by the time it came out, but I played 1 myself AFTER I finished 2 So that may be a big reason, why I have such an open spot for Gaige. But also because she is fun, quirky extreme, punky, loves robots and tech... to put it simple a lot of traits I really love about a character. Her backstory with the science fair was so fresh and funny, and it may be one of my favorite spoken dialogue interactions heard over echo cassette’s

Then after Bl2 my love for Borderlands continued, played 1, played TPS and then... There was Tales, and by god do I loved Tales, and I hella still do. You probably know the feeling yourself. And with the love for the game, came a huge love for it’s cast. Like seriously I think besides Tector there isn’t really a character where I was going like, “ugh this one is trash” on the contrary. And besides my obvious love for the main 2 characters, there was a big love for the Deutagonist’s of this masterpiece. Namely Sasha and Loaderbot.

Loaderbot may have officially taken the spot for me as most favorite Robot in video game history ever (and Gortys for the most precious character ever). Like his whole segment of kidnapping them, forcing them to tell the truth, only to show how much he had grieved, how betrayed he felt and that he did all of tha  for his loved ones. Man say what you will about him, but damn he was written perfectly. I was blown away.

Secondly is of course, as you might have guessed it Sasha. I could go lengths for her too, how much I love and admire her character, how real she felt as a sister, a pandoran and last but not least as a human. Sasha felt to me like the most well rounded out character of the 6 (pls don’t hate me for it guys) From the punk rebellious attitude, to learning that she had an anti Hyperion pirate radio, that she used to broadcast bad things that happens in her neighbourhood, to her adapting her morals and learn that even in the most corrupt organisations there are still normal people struggling with their own life, and then progressing from it. And lastly after everything was at loss, the money the plan, she was willing to sacrifice her whole life for a dear friend/s, even on her dying breath putting both Rhys and her Sister at ease and in her last moments. Amazing.

Oooh boy and that was just the prelude to it all XD

After that I noticed a lot of similarities, between characters. Sasha and Loaderbot for instance are both pragmatic, put the lives of their loved ones over their own, love tech, are socially open people while holding back on information and emotion. Not to mention the scenes in 2 and 3 and also 4 and 5 where it is slightly hinted how well Sasha and Loaderbot work together, without sharing much words. So naturally the Idea was born that Sash and LB became quite close.

And the same goes for Sasha and Gaige. I was actually surprised that nobody (not entirely true, I saw one fanart of it) seemed to made that connection before as it was so obvious to me. So basically Sasha is a softer version of Gaige, in many terms. They both have a big heart for tech and especially guns. They both hosted a small radio broadcast that blew up in their region over night. Both are anarchist’s who spread the word for awareness, how fucked up the company war actually is. Both are not really good at their aim. Both call robots as their closes’t friends. Both share a deep hatred for Handsome Jack and his doings. Both fought a giant ass Vault Monster and nearly died in the process of doing so. Both got screwed up big time and now have a huge bounty on their head... So you see the list goes on, and honestly the more I write them, the more similarities I notice, both hc wise and canon wise. So there more I thought about it, and noticed similarites the more I fell in love with the Idea of them becoming close. And from there the Idea was born, that they probably met on a job ( the most likely scenario in the Borderlands universe). It had to be before BL3 of course, and to be after Tales naturally so that only put one timeline in the focus, Commander Lillith.

To be honest, I didn’t expect everything turning out so big. Like seriously I orifinally planed like 8k words or so. Now I’m dangling on the Idea of having 13 chapters and a big ass finally, a neat wrap up of everything and even a possible epilogue XD Yeah, that wasn’t what I expected either but damn do I love doing it.

Like seriously my headcanons only just gotten bigger and bigger. From a whole nebula system in the galaxy, to regions I created in my own mind for it, to even complex backstorys. Like why Sasha wears a headband, why she loves guns so much, what happened to her and Fi’s parents, why she was raised by her aunt, what does Felix have to do with it, Why Gaige has this kicks of both sudden depression and manical behavior. Why she’s so close to her dad, but her mom wasn’t even mentioned once (but teased), why she wanted to become a wedding planer, and why she is so obsessed with robots and margarita mix. I think one day, this thing will turn into a tabletop game or something XD

So estimated 20k words on my answer later and now we are going for my own created ship Scarleona. Don’t worry, as much as I like to gosh about that too, it wont take as long I prommy.

Scarleona was created in a sudden urge while thinking about what happpend to Fiona while Strays happened. And similar to Gaige and Sasha, Scarleona was born from a dynamic. Especially of those from two Ladybosses with Silvertongue and speech 100XD Fiona and Scarlett may have become my favorite Fiona ship (no offense everybody) because of how well they play off each other. Fiona is a con artist, her whole life she was used to swindle, to play it cool and by ear, go with the flow, and expect the unexpected. So here core idea is that she is manupulating people by LYING to them.

Scarlett on the other hand is similar while also the complete opposite to it. She is backstabby, plays with her charm and most importantly she is dead honest while tricking people. In fact even so honest that people don’t even realised that they got tricked even though she told it several times before. And this dynamic is so fascinating to me. You see, Fiona has almost an answer an action for everything prepared, but the idea that her winning honesty, is mind puzzling to Fiona is so perfect. @michellespenscratchz wrote me a drabble several months ago and I think that line describes it just perfect

“So, let me see if I got this straight,” Fiona tilted her head inquisitively at Captain Scarlett. “You needed these Vault Hunters’ help to find this treasure for you. So you…just asked them?”

“That’s right.” Scarlett nodded, inspecting her hook nonchalantly.

“Even though they knew you wanted it for yourself?” Fiona asked.

“Indeed,” Scarlett replied.

“And they…” Fiona blinked, “…knew you planned on fighting them for it once they had it.”

“Of course they did,” Scarlett shrugged. “I told them as much.”

“You told them?”

“Yes.”

“And they helped you anyway?”

“Precisely.” Scarlett turned her hat against the blistering wind. “I fear I don’t quite grasp what about this is so difficult to grasp, Fiona dear.”

“Huh.” Fiona cast her gaze out across the expanse of Pandoran horizon. “I guess I just gotta–I dunno–rethink my whole life right now.”

So yeah, that was basically it. I kinda diagressed and didn’t want to hurt your eyes more looking at the long ass text, but please if you have some more questions to it, pls hit me. I love to gosh about it <3

And thank you so much <3 This was hella fun

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Breathe, Okay? (Prince Lotor x Reader)

Since people asked, I’m continuing this! But I’ve decided to write it in a short fic. 

Summary: Reader is the purple paladin and suffers from anxiety and panic attacks, and usually it’s Shiro who gets them out of it by calming them down, but they have a harder time when it is Keith who is in charge. 

So whilst on a mission, they panic and it costs them to get captured by Lotor (kind of similar to the hc) and Lotor learns of this and in the next one they have, he comes to comfort and calms them. They/them pronouns. 

Also, this doesn’t follow all of the canon or timeline of the show! ENJOY!! LONG FIC SO BE PREPARED.

“Remember to steady your breathing, okay? Deep breaths in and out.”

The calming voice-guided you back to focusing on your surroundings, the feeling of the air that felt so heavy around you, had settled to a calmness that you never noticed.

Your tears had stilled on your cheeks, and they had dried cool on your skin. Through the blurriness of your vision, you could see the reassuring face of the junior officer.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m here.” Shiro’s calming voice brought you to feel the tension inside of you to ease down, a hurricane of stress and anxiety dying down like a passing storm. 

You stared up at him from your position on the floor, taken aside by Shiro so none of your Garrison cadets could see you break down; you couldn’t fathom how you would feel if they had seen.

“Shiro… I-I.” You looked away, wiping your eyes in visible embarrassment. All this crying for something that you knew would be going down; a written test that you had to take on in the following hour.

Something you had spent hours revising for, risking sleepless nights just to feel even more stressed. You were downright terrified.

It had been after lunch when you had had the breakdown and panic attack, wanting nothing more to just let the ground swallow you whole and let you disappear. It was where you were now when Shiro had been the one who had found you.

“Hey, it’ll be okay– alright?” He seemed to know what had been going on: Shiro was a junior officer after all. But just him being here to calm you down was enough to make you feel glad that he truly had found you and no-one else.

You shuddered if Iverson had run into you.

“I’m sorry… it wasn’t anything major.” You tried to dismiss it, rubbing your eyes clear from the tears with the back of your uniform. Shiro didn’t seem to believe your words, eyebrows raised, his eyes stared into your own for the truth.

“The test you have to do, was it to do with that?” He asked, leaning back from his crouched position. You nodded vaguely. “I remember when it came to it when I had to do it. No amount of sleepless nights could stop me from nearly throwing up everywhere that morning.”

You snorted, much to his relief that you got his humour behind his words, and another encouraging pat came to your shoulder from him. “Don’t sweat it out. I know from your stats how good you’ve been. Nerves are natural, no matter how bad they can be.”

But mine never seem to be normal. You thought. “Don’t let them tell you otherwise. You’re a smart kid.” 

“Thanks, Shiro.” You always appreciated your talks with Shiro, even when you had been a junior cadet in the Garrison. You looked up to him and thought of him as the older brother you never had.

“That’s officer to you, L/N.” He tried to pull a serious face to you, but you had laughed at knowing he was still joking. 

“Go on, I’ll leave you to revise. I’ll come by to check on you and see how it went.” He pulled you to your feet, stabilising you as you dust yourself off. Nodding, you took off down the corridor, trying your best to ignore that your nerves had gotten to the best of you again.

That had been like that even after the tests and multiple exams, but you passed and got the opportunity to pass onto the next stage, but your life had been turned upside down when news came of Shiro’s disappearance that had happened and shocked everyone.

You were still the nervous wreck, trying to remember all of the lessons Shiro taught you, and yet still, most didn’t work when stress and anxiousness got too overbearing.

You could’ve called it a miracle when you had found out Shiro was still alive, but in the oddest of occurrences that made you and four other cadets try to get him out of questioning.

You had been whisked away on a so-called ‘adventure’: finding the lions of Voltron that you too were apart of. 

The purple paladin and guardian spirit of storms: the one who never went to seek danger, but never stood down in the face of it.

You were a pacifist truly in this world: never wanting to be part of a war, to begin with against an enemy who could destroy every life force in the universe. But you didn’t want to give up; not with ill intent against your friends you had grown to be within your journey.

But what now? You thought, preparing to put your helmet on. Shiro went missing after a battle against Zarkon, splintering your group in trying to find a new leader. It had surprised you all when Keith had been the one to take the mantle and become the new paladin for the Black Lion.

What could you do now, now that he was gone? Voltron could never be the same. You admitted with grief, stepping out of your room as you came to walk into to greet the rest of your friends.

“Hey, been gone for a while, you feeling okay?” Pidge asked, the first to ask, but not the first to spot you finally come into the room. It seemed you were the last one to finally arrive, but no-one had gone to get you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry for the holdup.” You tried to keep your smile up, thinking how possibly you could through the confusion and acceptance to the rest of the paladins.

Of all the eyes you met, there was the only one you couldn’t bare to look into, and Keith so happens to be staring back at you.

Disappointment. That was what you could see, and perhaps the burden that was thrown from Shiro to him was holding him down too much, and the mere acceptance of you and was enough to make he deem you as weak.

“Let’s go over the plan once again. Now that we have everyone.” The once red paladin spoke, breaking the silence, drawing everyone in. “Lance and Hunk, I need you to help with support from the back of Zarkon’s ship. Now that he’s been defeated, we need to fracture up the Galra support as much as possible.”

“Pidge, go with Y/N down into the mainframe, Y/N, you will be the support and give back us the rapport if there is anything that goes wrong.”

You nodded, ignoring the way that Lance begun to of course start to complain to Keith of this plan, but it went swiftly interrupted with Coran telling you all to get to your lions.

You all hurried down, being greeted by your Lion, purple and the same size to Pidge’s. “Hey, Vi, ready to stir up a storm?” You smiled as your Lion came down to kneel towards you, purring with as much excitement in the thoughts of getting to go out for the mission.

“Hey, Y/N. One second.” You turned around in time to see Keith walking to you, a serious look burning in his eyes. “Yeah? Everything okay?”

There was a pregnant pause in the air, mixed with the whirring of the lions stirring to life. Keith finally sighed, crossing his arms. “Look I know this will be difficult– this mission and all, but try not to get your emotions to take over, okay?”

Your ears picked up his words and had it been for who he was, you had taken those words to heart a little bit more than you had expected. You were emotional, but you still tried to go with your mind over your heart; to save your teammates last second.

“Yeah… sure.” You reassured, smiling even when you could feel the nerves begin to bubble and boil. Keith nodded when he heard you had understood. “We just want to get in and then out, like we were never there at all. I don’t want to jeopardize the team.”

You nodded, watching him walk over to the black lion as you finally got in your own, fingers grasped on the controls, knuckles turned white.

Breathe in and out, slowly - everything will be fine. What would Shiro say?

You thought to him a lot, how he would be there to calm you, but what good was it now that he wasn’t there? You let out a shaky breath, and finally, you tried to get your mind in the right place as you flew out from the Castle; into the vast bleakness of space.

-

You and the others had gotten your way onto the ship successfully, knocking a few guards out, infiltrating through corridors dark and long. 

Your heart pumping irregularly through your chest the further you got to your post alongside Pidge. Getting into corners you shot from the hidden range with your suited weapon that your Bayard turned into; a rifle.

Helping Pidge to get into the mainframe to turn off the controls and cameras for the doors, you assigned yourself by the door, watching with precise vision. “Y/N, keep an eye on the west hallway. Haggar and her druids are loose.” Keith ordered through your earpiece.

“On it.” You confirmed, never taking your eyes off of anything even though the heavy breathing coming from you. You tried to steady it as best as you could, but it didn’t seem to go unnoticed.

“Umm, guys? What’s that noise?” You heard Lance’s voice through your earpiece.

“Yeah, it kinda sounds like a cat having an asthma attack,” Hunk added.

You heard Keith groan, growing to your lack of concentration. “Y/N, focus. Pidge, how long before we are to getting into the main area?”

“You have one dobosh until I won’t be able to hold it for any longer. You’ll have to hurry. The doors won’t stay open for too long.”

You waited in long anticipation, your head pounding more so than normal, waiting for anything. 

A glang and loud crash could be heard through your earpiece, your teammates’ voices so distressed coming through, and you were growing frantic in not knowing who was talking.

“I need backup. Druids have made their way into the room. We need to get out!”

“I won’t be able to hold them for much longer! I need support!”

“The doors will close- get out of there!”

You had turned your head for two seconds too long, Pidge’s voice shouting to you to look out behind you for something. You dodged in time for your head to miss getting hit, ducking behind the wall as you looked on.

“Y/N, we need you to help them!”

Your name brought your attention, looking to Pidge, words coming from her mouth that you didn’t realise were directed to you.

“Y/N, please!” Lance cried out - or was it Allura? Hunk or Keith? You were growing distressed the more you heard your friends growing surrounded and needing more help.

“I-I…” Your hands gripped your rifle tightly, sweat beading down your forehead. Think! What would Shiro do?

A pained grunt and scream came from your earpiece, someone had gotten knocked down, and you were still risking everything to help them by doing nothing.

“Y/N! We need you to help right now!” Keith barked through your ear, making it ring. “I-I… Keith…” You could feel everyone depending on you at this moment, and you could feel their feelings trained on hating you.

“You need to get out of this. We’re in serious trouble!” You could hear the druids closing in on you through with their firing, and the tears were threatening to spill once again, the blazing storm beginning to arrive through your mind.

“I-I can’t…”

“You can! Do this for Shiro! For God sake! Just do something!”

Shiro… He could be dead out there… and you were not helping, panicking from just the thought of not having him there to calm you down. You were scared, petrified for your friends’ lives, and yet, you felt useless at this moment.

You turned hastily, gasping when a shot grazed you, your shoulder burning as if you had been both burnt and electrocuted through your armour down to your flesh.

Pulling your rifle, you focused too messily to fire, hitting two but not enough to knock them down. Your breathing grew heavier, arms shaking as you tried to ignore everything else around you.

“Y/N, we need to save them!” Pidge shouted from behind you, dodging fellow shots to get towards you. You screwed your eyes shut, mind trying to dance with different techniques you remembered from Shiro.

Breathe okay? Deep breaths. It’ll be okay.

You were shaken back to reality, Pidge having shaken you to come back around as she was the one who took the initiative, shooting for you around the small corner you were around.

When the coast was clear, she was running off down the hallway, with you running behind, hastily trying to keep up and trying to stop the tears from falling. When Keith got to you after this, you knew you would never hear from anything else again. Just your failures for the rest of time itself.

You could already hear his words; the unruliness in his voice would always bring shudders to you.

If you’re not set to be a Paladin of Voltron, then you should just leave. We would be better off without you!

It had hurt when he had said it to you, back in an argument you didn’t want to be involved in. If you hadn’t said anything, he wouldn’t have snapped to you and only you. You hadn’t come out of your room for two days - not even with the coaxing of the others.

Keith was your own worst audience member to impress, and you were certain that it would be it for you; to take off the mantle of Voltron, and for them to find another more competent.

You shook your head, dismissing all thoughts from your hypochondria and paranoia that settled so much more than PTSD. Pidge’s voice brought your attention; she had been the one to found the others.

You rounded the corner to get to see the others in the area, mainly unscathed and unharmed, and already by just meeting Keith’s eyes, he could’ve exploded then and there in chastising you.

But your attention was brought towards the noises coming from the back of them all, and before you knew it - as if everything was moving in slow motion - you were already stepping in the way of an alarmed Keith. 

You shoved through him and Lance, stepping out to try and take a shot, and the shot meant for either one of your friends had landed on you by one of the many druids who had found their way into the room.

You were going down with more force than you realised, the blurred sounds of your team were causing havoc you could tell. Were they trying to save you, or was it something else, because you could hear the distant sound of distressed voices, and footsteps running off, and the darkness swarming your head to make it feel like you were swimming far too long underwater.

Finally, before you blacked out, you heard an unfamiliar voice, cutting in and out of your head.

“Take – Prince – Lotor.”

-

Take… Prisoner… Captive… What was going on and what would become of you? You had been taken prisoner on Zarkon’s ship, certain you would become one of Haggar’s many entertainments for pulling answers from you with torture.

You were still out cold, but you could feel a numbness inside of you, dark and cold it felt unsettling.

You were finally coming around, a low humming sound brought you to the attention that made you believe it had been all but a dream, but slowly coming around, you found that the ceiling was far too bright than your room.

You blinked slowly, coming round to your dulled senses, a heaviness hurting the back of your head, begging you to go back to sleep once again.

Slowly sitting up and clutching your head, you found yourself in an all-white room, with all windows nor ways of getting out. You found yourself in a room with one singular bed and nothing else to it.

Your breathing hitched even when you tried to calm yourself down, looking around in hopes your fears hadn’t come true. How comes I wasn’t in no cell? One of darkness.

From the spot in the small room, you could hear footsteps, ranging in heavy and light, so loud that it was like a stamped was going on in the hallway.

You braced yourself as in view came two people, dressed in uniform and heavy armour. Your mind came to believe they were Haggar’s generals, dragging you finally down to be tortured now that you were awake.

They were distinctly male and female, with the male holding a small tray for you that he presented to you through the other side. A small window opened up for him, and he placed the tray inside. 

You watched hawkishly at his movements, how there was a calmness in his yellow sclera and dark blue eyes; something that both unsettled and calmed you in the oddest of ways.

You eyed the tray with suspiciousness, glaring up at the two.

“You may leave us now, Axca.” The Galra ‘general’  had spoken, his voice as smooth as cutting through butter. There was a sultriness to his voice that brought your stomach to twist.

“Sir.” The blue-skinned woman referred to as ‘Axca’ saluted, turning on her heel to leave you be with the man.

You eyed him for what felt like it went on until the end of time until he finally smiled charmingly. “Had Emperor Zarkon been here instead of I, he would have been most disappointed in only having one Paladin.”

You tensed under his words, gripping at the bedsheets until your fingers turned white. “Zarkon has been defeated. The Galra empire splintered and fractured…. and we would do it again and again if we have to, to save the universe.”

The man chuckled. “You sound like a true hero, don’t you Paladin? I will give you the credit, your act was certainly most valiant; risking your capture for your friends.”

Even he knew of your deed, and hearing it from the likes of him, he sounded more to be mocking you than rather praising you. “I’m sure you would do the same if the situation came to it.” You spat.

He stepped closer to the glass, staring you down from his tall posture, even with the intrigued smirk on his face, he unnerved you. “You’re certainly not the first human I’ve met who wasn’t so selfish in an act so suicidal.”

You shrugged, your mind falling to your friends. “Some would call it cowardness – I’ve faced that for God knows how long. But, I guess…” You didn’t want to imagine it, but you thought they would most likely be happy to see you gone. “I would do a lot for my friends in the face of danger.”

He hummed in thought, deeply interested if you had thought overwise. “My father would’ve called it foolishness, perhaps even rashness. I would’ve called it valour.”

You squinted your eyes at his words. “Your father… that would mean-”

He smiled, and maybe his expression had deliberately shown the pain through his eyes. “My father had kept my ascension to his throne a secret to all his enemies for his 10,000 rule. 

He wasn’t just then one of Haggar’s generals, he was the heir and future emperor to the throne; a prince so to say. Wait. Your mind finally cracked the realisation, and upon seeing the revelation on your face, the Galran prince seemed pleased that you had put two and two together.

You crossed your arms at him. “What are you to do with me then? The rest of the Paladins will probably not leave me chained up here.”

“Perhaps, but your precious Paladins of Voltron would be more interested in knowing who is pulling the strings instead of my father.” Questioned Lotor.

My friends… they wouldn’t do such a thing unless Keith told them to otherwise. “Other than luring them into finding you, they couldn’t possibly be as naïve into finding you so soon, would they?”

You gnawed on your bottom lip. “You would have me trapped here? Possibly killed?”

Lotor merely tilted his head in amusement, and his words were more than enough to make you fear him more than before. 

“When did I say anything about killing you?”

-

You had lost count of the days you had spent imprisoned under Prince Lotor’s supervision; tended to better than any other captor. You had come to realise that the Galra Prince was much good in keeping people on his side.

You also got to know his generals, all-female with half Galran descent like him, and more ruthless in telling you if you stepped out of line. They were crueller if it came to watching guard when Lotor wasn’t there; neither answering your questions nor talking to you at all for hours on end until they swapped posts.

You came to be more relieved if Lotor ever came to stop by, as he at least spoke with you, but that was rare, and you weren’t surprised to know that a man of royalty had things to attend to. 

He couldn’t always be here speaking with me. You thought, one day, chewing on the bland food they had given that you barely ate.

Footsteps. You could hear them coming in close to your room. You had come to recognise each of the people from just their footsteps. Your hopes may have been lifted, knowing just who it was.

“I was wondering when you would come back. I hope I am not in too much trouble? Zethrid threatened she would tell on me, then warning me she would rip out my spine.”

Lotor chuckled, seemingly being in a good mood for today. “You have nothing to worry about. If she knew she could threaten you and do some harm, she would know that she would have to face me.”

You cautioned. “Meaning?”

Lotor hummed for a second, his beautiful white hair trailing on its own with no sign of the wind making it do so. “I said you wouldn’t be dying anytime soon. I make that promise for my generals too.”

Your eyebrows fell, a dumbfounded look came onto your face. “Wow, that makes me feel safe.”

The two of you didn’t say much as he gave you your meal, just you eating in silence for a while, whilst Lotor made it obvious he was watching; thinking.

It made you more nervous, unsure whether you wanted to know exactly what he was thinking. Finally, the Galra prince spoke up.

“What made you join Voltron? I’m sure one doesn’t just stumble into it on a whim?”

You pouted, in thought. An odd question to ask. “ It was more… Voltron found me. I guess it was a way of trying to prove to myself I wasn’t scared.”

“Scared? What is there to be scared of?” He expressed.

You bit your lip, debating whether to tell the enemy to you and your teammates of the biggest flaw you had since you could remember. “I struggle with anxiety I guess…. I have a hard time trying to stop myself from having a full-on panic attack, even during missions. I guess that’s how I found myself here.”

Lotor gave you a puzzled look - something you didn’t think you would ever see from his calm demeanour. “Panic attack? Whatever are those?”

“They can be triggered by lots of stress or nervousness from something- from anything. Mine can be really bad.”

Lotor hummed in thought, intrigued so to say in your problem. You could’ve laughed, imagining whether the prince should take a potion as a therapist than the future leader of an empire.

“Is there… any chance of stopping them?” He questioned.

You chortled dryly, and your mind fell to Shiro and his successions on making you calm down. Only thing was that no-one else other than him had been able to calm you.

“A lot of patience.”

There was a large crash that came through the entire ship and room, the floor rumbled and reverberated the sound through one end of the room to go right through you and shake you to your core.

Lotor got into an almost hypnotised state, working on clockwork in the possibility of an attack - which so happened to of been happening in this instant.

“Rogue fighters, trying to take us down.” He was still oddly well-spoken for someone who was about to be under attack, the way he spoke turning to make him look more just like an emperor than a prince.

“Axca, Zethrid, ready the cannons. You are to get them away from us and from blowing a hole to suck everything out of this ship– oh.” He had turned to even make a small glance to you from the other side of the window, pausing.

“Sir? What else?” Ezor questioned through the communicator. “Just do what I say and figure out the rest. I’m busy.” He snapped hotly, turning his attention to you.

You were too busy holding yourself in the corner, cornered like an injured frightened animal as you tried to stop yourself from growing too mad to get back to being sane.

I’m going to die here! I’m never gonna make it out alive. I’ll die here alone in space, away from Earth, from my friends– what will the others do when they hear I die? God, I don’t want to go-

A warmth encased itself around your shoulder, bringing you to snap your head up at the person, a small gasp leaving your lips are you looked away in shame. You hadn’t even heard the door to the room you were in open, and Lotor being crouched in front of you like Shiro had done years ago.

“Y/N, are you having one of your attacks?” There was a softness to his voice, one similar to a consoling parent looking after your child, and if you focused hard enough it was soothing to your stammering heart and shaking hands.

“L-Lotor– I can’t! I-I can’t– I don’t want to die-”

“You won’t, my dear. I won’t let them harm you.” He peered closer to you, smoothing your hair to one side as you stared up into those eyes. “Deep breaths, okay?”

You did so, deep and slow breathes as you concentrated on him and only him. And from this angle, you could truly see how beautiful up close he was to you instead of being behind the glass.

It had felt as if all air had been knocked from your lungs, and like Shiro, he was breathing life into you. 

“Breathe my dear. Nothing will hurt you– yes, like that, you’re safe here.”

You believed his words, an odd part to you did, and you believed that he was telling you the truth.

Soon that horrendous bubble of storms that brewed in your mind was calming, and you were finally able to stare at him properly, a surprised doe-eyed look to your eyes.

“Sir, we took down the fighters- would you like me to send word to- oh.” You recognised that voice from anywhere, and Axca had managed to come into the room.

Still not turning around from you, Lotor coolly responded to his general, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“No need. Set course for the castle of lions. I’ve come to bargain."

-

This took A WEEK to write, and I think I didn’t write Lotor the way he is written on the show - which sucks but oh well. I’m not going to write another one of these, but I could write a hc if someone was interested.

THANK YOU FOR DEALING AND WAITING!

[marvelgbt-posts]

Projects

{Photographer! Peter Parker x Bigender! Artist! Reader}

Warnings: i dont know much bout the bigender community, and so i did my research. So you identify as two genders? I dont know what ‘genders’ exactly you’d want here, so i’ll put they/them pronouns if thats okay :)

Summary: ‘can i please get a bigender reader who goes to art school with peter, that has like, “god like abilities” and always compliments/draws/tells peter hes amazing. ((tag @give-you-the-sxn please?))

Ofc my beautiful valid child <3

A/N: i decided to change it up a bit and have the art class as a club after school instead. Also I hc that tom hollands peter parker is into photography. I hope you like it >///<

I listened to ‘youth’ by Shawn Mendes and Khalid while doing this.

*not edited*

“Welcome class,” the teacher greeted you all brightly, “I’m glad you could make it after school today, what with all the rain and all I assumed only two or three of you would have shown up today. Anyways, you know what to do. Best get to it.” She clapped her hands, before turning her heel and moving to write on the board, writing ‘Integrated Arts Club’ in a cursive calligraphy font. That was her contribution to the club. Calligraphy.

You sighed. This was a way for you to escape the harsh reality of the outside world. Half the students in this club were members of the community, no scratch that, the majority of students were gay. There was maybe only one or two straight people apart of this club.

You took out your paints, paintbrushes, pencils, and then got your canvas from inside the supply closet where you had left it yesterday. It was your newest project, a painting of a woman in white, with bright red lips and a black dress that blended into the black background of your canvas. You were inspired by a woman you had seen one night on the streets of Queens.

Taking a seat by yourself- taking up the whole table with your paints and brushes spread everywhere- you began painting. Everything was already finished, you just needed the details. You heard the door open and close, only choosing to look up when you finished an eyelash stroke.

“Yeah, this is where I go after school. That over there is Mia- the one spray painting the poster paper- and the dude over there with the guitar is Jay. That over there is (y/n), their bigender so I’d just use androgynous pronouns for them. Over there is Ms. Burningham, our club sponsor, and the dude in the corner is Max, he’s a comic book artist. You’d fit right in, Peter.”

The voice belonged to MJ, a close friend of yours. She often helped give you inspiration, letting you paint some of her sketches to life. You heard her walk behind you, leaning down so her hair was in your peripheral vision. You looked up, “Yo, MJ.” You smiled at her, then up at the newbie.

He was short, about an inch or so shorter than you, with brown eyes and hair. He wore a sweater over another shirt, jeans, and ha a camera in his hands. He was trembling, probably nervous.

“Hey, ahh, who’s this?” You asked MJ, who looked at Peter. She leaned back against the table, her palms getting paint on them from the splatters that had fallen off your plate of paint.

“Parker- Peter. Peter Parker. Nice to meet you.”

He went to shake your hand, you lifted yours up to show him you had gotten black and red all over them, “Sorry, dont wanna mess up your hands. That camera looks expensive.”

Peter made a small ‘oh’ noise, looking down to his small Canon camera. “Yeah, it- its almost completely brand new. I sold some of my old stuff to get it. Useless stuff, shirts and books and stuff.”

“Cool, cool. Uh, MJ, could you tell Jay to keep it down over there? Can’t hear my own thoughts over his wanna-be indie music,” you said, completely disregarding the boy in front of you now. It wasn’t that you were rude, you just wanted to get this painting finished hole everything was still wet, otherwise it would make problems later on. MJ rolled her eyes, but nodded. You flashed Peter a smile, before turning to you painting.

After about a minute of silence, you heard a gasp behind you, “Holy shit- that’s really good!” You looked up, seeing Peter next to you with his camera turned on. He blushed, “Sorry! It’s just you looked so calm and pleasing, I snapped a quick photo while you weren’t looking- sorry.”

You half-smiled, standing upright, “Thanks, and it’s okay. This class is freedom of expression. Just not expression, ‘kay? As in, no swearing,” you laughed and pointed to the lady at the front of the class, her hands busy grading the Latin worksheets. Peter nodded, surprise clear across his face, “Oh- sorry.”

“Can I see?”

“What?”

“The pictures, can I see? I mean, they're of me, right?”

“Oh- yeah! Totally!”

Peter pushed a few buttons on his camera, and he scrolled through some of the photos until he found yours. “Here-”

“Wow, i look hot!”

You moved closer to Peter to get a better look, gawking at the aesthetic that was put into one simple photo. You did look good in this photo. “Mind sending me this? Not just this, other stuff, too. I’d love to make a piece from these- oh, if that’s okay?”

“Uhh- yeah! Sure!”

***

You flopped onto the bed, curling up next to a pillow. It was cold from loneliness, making you snuggle closer to it. You looked at your nails- paint ad managed to get wedged between the nail and the skin, and no matter how hard you tried it wouldn’t wash away.

You sighed, ready to turn off the light until your phone went off. You checked it to see there was a message from MJ, asking you if it was okay to give Peter your number. You texted back, ‘Yeah. Totally.’

Three minutes later, your phone went off again and it was Peter.

Unknown

Hey (y/n) its peter

Parker

Peter parker

Um

I just wanted to know if you wanted the photos to be on a hard drive or through gmail or something?

Hello?

-11:13-

You

Yeah

I’m here hi

A hard drive would be nice thanks

-11:15-

You took a moment to change Peter’s ID to his name. About five minutes later, Peter responded with more spam

Peter

Okay cool

Yeah okay

Yeah i can do that

Sure

Yeah

Okay

Cool

-11:32-

You

Lol

Imma sleep

Night peter

-11:35-

Peter

(…)

Night

-11:45-

***

The next day, you bumped into Peter in the hallway, “Oh, hi Pete. Can I call you that?”

“Hi, (y/n)! Yeah, totally cool!”

“Cool, got the hard drive?”

“Yeah, right here,” Peter patted his jean pockets for a bit before pulling out a black and red hard drive, “It has maybe 20 or 25 pictures here. Their mostly just random pictures of places around Queens, hope that’s okay?” You nod, “Thanks Pete.”

***

That night, you went home and changed Peter’s ID to ‘Pete’. After that, you plugged the hard drive into your laptop, opening the file titled ‘images’ and scrolling through the photos. Most of them were taken at impossible angles, and you wondered how Peter was able to capture photos like them. One was at the top of a building and looking down onto a busy interstate. Another was of the stars, a bit of the background trees getting in the frame. They were beautiful. Another was of MJ, her back towards the camera, a backpack strap in her hand, looking to the left at the sky with a sunset background. You saved that image as ‘Michelle_jERKFACE.jpeg’ on your computer. The photo Peter took of you earlier was amongst them as well.

You went to bed that night with a smile on your face and ideas fresh in your mind, ready for tomorrow's Club Meeting.

***

“Hey (y/n)! Like the pictures i sent?”

“Holy Shii-shhh! Peter! That sentence can go two ways!”

“OH! Sorry...”

“Its fine, and yes I did like them. They were really good! How come you never joined before?”

“Never thought i was good enough.”

“Not good enough?! Peter, those photos are professional level photos. They are wonderful and beautiful and deserve to be in a museum.”

“Oh, wow, thanks...” peter blushed, looking own with a small smile on his face.

***

You looked at the scenery before you, trees brown and crisp from the fall air. Peter sat next to you, his camera ready to snap a picture at any moment. MJ sat opposite Peter, sketchbook in hand and sketching the trees and people. Ned was posing by a fountain as Peter playfully took photos of him. You started sketching Peter into your own book, smiling when you finished and began shading.

MJ looked over at you, “Damn, you’re gay for Peter Parker.”

You looked at MJ with a shocked expression, before looking at the sketch and at Peter, who was now out of ear shot.

“Totally,” you smiled, before both of you went back to your drawings.

***

“Peter,” you looked at him seriously from your spot on his bed, “Ever think about kissing dudes before?”

Peter blushed, “I- ah, um...” His eyes widened, before looking down shamefully, “Y-Yeah… more than a few times...”

You smiled, “Cool, so what? You’re… bi?”

“More pan, I look for personality more than gender.”

“Cool, same. I’m (sexuality).”

“Oh, cool!”

***

“Peter, where are we going?”

“Behind the school. There’s something I need to show you.”

Peter had your hand tight in his grip, pulling you through the almost empty hallways. His voice didn’t stutter, which worried you.

Finally, you made it. Peter pulled out his camera, “Stand in front of that street art Mia did yesterday.” You did just that. Peter moved your arms to move in front of your sweater, telling you to tug at it a bit and look up at the sky. He moved some hair in front of your face to cover your eyes. He knelt down, snapping the photo.

“Cool, now stay there.”

“Do you always get like this for a photo?” You asked as Peter pressed record, moving next to you, “What do you mean?”

“Nothing, um. What are you doing?”

“Its for a project. I’m gonna screenshot part of the video later. Please, this is important.”

You watched Peter as he took control of the situation, taking your (smaller/bigger) hands in is own, intertwining them as he leant up.

“Kiss me.”

You coughed, moving back. Peter moved his arms around you again, “Please?”

“Why?”

“The project- please (y/n).”

You slowly gave in, letting Peter wrap his arms around your waist as you looked down into his eyes, your hands cupping his cheeks softly. He leant up to kiss you softly. Both of you stayed there, afraid and unsure of how to move.

“I’m sorry,” Peter said after a while, moving away. You were quick to react, taking the back of his head and slamming it back onto yours.

“Mph-!”

He was taken aback by the action, soon melting and whimpering into it.

Yep, you were so gay for Peter Parker.

[cavaliant]

Anger hcs

//It is time to push my muses’ buttons ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Reinhardt’s anger runs cold. There’s not a lot that can make him feel true rage (VS just mild irritation, which initiates very deadpan/sardonic remarks). When he does start to feel angry, his sentences will get more clipped and disdainful, becoming more biting as his ire goes up. He doesn’t really get angry for himself--he gets angry on behalf of people he cares about (ie. if they’re demeaned, threatened, or harmed).

If he’s truly enraged he’ll go completely, chillingly silent as he (attempts to) either stab or electrocute the cause. Unless someone stops him he won’t stop regardless of any injuries to himself or words from them (whether they’re taunts or begging for mercy) no matter how many people he has to go through.

Fred, despite being the ‘only sane man’ of my muses, is actually the easiest to make angry I think. He’ll get upset if you’re rude to Olwen or his friends, if you’re a jerk in general, if you don’t do your share of the chore division schedule, if you, I don’t know, kidnap children…basically, he gets mad at unfairness and dishonorable acts. He also gets mad at his own powerlessness to change all of them lol. 

His reaction involves raising his voice and going into full-on stern lecture mode, or (if he’s really mad) yelling at the person about their wrongdoings and how they should be ashamed of themselves, etc, etc.

Machyua is pretty open about how she’s feeling usually so you’ll know right away if she’s angry. She’ll start off with flat remarks, then indignant shouting, then going quiet and cold. She gets upset when people insult others’ efforts, when people are uncaring or dismissive, when people blatantly abuse their power, etc.

If it gets to that point she will probably need to burn off her anger in a fight, regardless of if it’s against the person she’s angry at or not. She prefers not to go into actual battle while angry though because she knows very well that it can impair your judgment, so she sticks to spars for that kinda thing.

Fergus…is pretty hard to make angry? He’s so chill that there’s very few things that will push him to the point of being completely, overwhelmingly furious. Possibly the only things that will push him there are grievously wounding Karin or Leif (either physically or emotionally) or insulting his father. Even if he does get aggravated, he doesn’t really let it show unless he’s really pushed to the breaking point.

Initially he’ll make his usual flippant remarks, if a touch more strained. If it continues he’ll start getting more subdued and serious and will attempt to change the subject or make comments on how hey, maybe you can stop now. If he gets pushed farther still his expression will go completely blank and he’ll remain that way until he finally snaps and starts trying to beat the offender within an inch of their life (or...past an inch...he canonically nearly killed someone who was bothering Karin and might have actually killed them if it weren’t for their backup showing up).

[paladin-pile]

Hey! I've seen you like Keith a lot and relate to him, so I was wondering if you could help me. I'm writing a fic in which Klance is a thing, but then they have a really BAD fight and Keith makes Lance feel bad and like their relationship is a mistake. Do you have any recommendation of how to do this without making Keith look like a dick just for the sake of Langst? Like, I would like that Keith is still in character and have reasons for doing it. Thanks

Wow anon, you asked me for an analysis post about characterization!! Ilysm, hope you’re in forthe long haul ;D 

I’m honored you came to me with this though, let me startby saying MAJOR kudos to you for tackling a plot that this, because in generalit’s really, really, hard. For me personally I would have a difficult time becauseall my fics with relationships are about getting them to work no matter whatthe difficulties, differences, or odds against them. Breakup fics are of coursea good thing to write, but the scenario you have mentioned, where you want themto have a fight/break up/realize the relationship was a mistake and STILL haveneither of them be the bad guy is hard to do. Let me explain.

If you had a good relationship or friendship, there’snot really a good reason to end that unless one person was being abusive ortoxic, intentionally hurting the other person, or not putting effort to makethe relationship work. Even if someone gets hurt, if it wasn’t intentional I’dsay they can still work through it. I’m a big believer in the fact that peoplewho really love and care about each other can make it through anything to betogether. But I do realize that sometimes when people are dating they come tothe conclusion that they are very different people and would never be reallyhappy together, but the breakup can still hurt because they really cared forthat person. That’s kind of the idea that I had for your question. This turned out pretty long so it’s under a read more.

Now don’t get me wrong, I love klance a lot and thinkthat with their dynamic and characters they couldmake a relationship work, but I definitely have some hc’s of some reasons itwouldn’t (this would also work better in an au than in a canonverse fic. Incanon after fighting a war and forming Voltron they would be so close arelationship between any of them would probs be unbreakable. My two cents).

To have a scenario of mutual break up where they’reboth sad/hurting about it but know deep down that it’s for the best, and itwasn’t because either of them was being a jerk, I think the key you’re lookingfor would be their backgrounds.

Lance is a free spirit. He comes from a big, rowdy,probably dysfunctional but openly affectionate family. He’s an extrovert andalways needs to have people around and something going on. He loves to traveland gets antsy if he is in one place for too long. Even though he has the typicalinsecurities we all do, he would probably feel secure in a relationship, mainlybecause of the influence of his family (they’re a mess but still together,always there for him) and his many friends from childhood. I think he would bein danger of taking it for granted that someone would always be in his life,but would never neglect them. I also think he tries hard to understand people,and takes the failure to heart when he doesn’t.

Keith is a homebody. He needs stability and routine tofeel safe. He’s the kind of person who could live in one place his entire lifeand be happy. The same people, the same view outside the kitchen window, takingtime each day to wave at the conductor whenever the train goes by. He needspeace and quiet, his own secluded space in the country, close to the people hecares about. Being raised in an unstable foster system has given him a debilitatingfear of being alone, and I think he would be the one to feel very insecure inthe relationship, clingy and always afraid the other person will leave. He issimple and honest in this thoughts and emotions, and has a hard time understandwhen other people are more complicated. 

These two lifestyles are pretty conflicting, and onewould never truly be happy in the situation the other needs. I think therecould be a lot of tension, they both get tired, they try to help the other dealwith whatever situation they’re in, but they both know it’s not working. Also for example, if Lance had a family emergency or something where he had to beaway for a few months, I think Keith couldn’t handle that. Even though he knowshe’s safe and that Lance and others that love him are only a phone call away,at home he’s still alone, he doesn’thave their physical presence, and his dark thoughts would get the best of him. Forsome reason I see Keith as being the one who breaks first, crying and saying hecan’t do this. Plus he knows he’s holding Lance back.

I would think Lance feels awful because he feels likehe’s failed Keith. The one thing he thought he was good a–understandingpeople–he can’t do for the person that matters the most. He can’t make Keithhappy and I think that would really hurt him. He can’t identify with where Keith iscoming from, and finally they come to terms with the fact that they are not what’sbest for the other person and let them go. Ahhh I’m tearing up now, so sad tothink about, but I think this would be a good way to go about a break up whereneither of them are at fault.

Hope this helps a little, I always get carried awaywith characterization. Thanks for the ask!

[litnerdhood]

(Psst, your fics are amazing!) Cassandra as Batman and Red Hood duo/Jason as Batman and Cassandra as Nightwing duo, what do you think?

First of all, awww thank you so much glad you like them!!!

Second, Well if i want to be short I'd say they’re both good ideas, honestly i would read bat!cass and jay’s adventures tho I imagine it'd happen sometime after Bruce retires or just he can't be Batman because of some kind of reason?? Who knows. If it has some A++ big sis + lil brother jason interaction, I would love it. tho im not sure it would keep my interest for long haha

And the second!! I can see it happen in like an au where jay doesn't die?

More under the read more about the second but i kind of just left the others out because you asked jay and cass, here some backstory and some hc with them in this situation 

literally talking about nothing oh my god @ me: pls stop

okay about the jay!bats + nightwing!cass!! I don't really like giving one costume to another character? Like even if it's an au I like if they keep their original story. (okay except when they change which Robin dies, those fics are kind of good but I'm too weak and too attached to dick as nightwing.) So it's not gonna be nightwing!cass… but hey,,,

kind of MIXED AGE REVERSAL AU because I don't think I could work this into canon.

Jason steals Batman’s tires when he's twelve and Batman doesn't let him go back on the streets and Jason doesn't want to end up in the juvie, so he accepts the offer of Batman’s adopting him (and he argued for hours to adopt him because he will escape if he isn't the one who adopts him). Batman definitely wasn't happy about it but he knows Jason wouldn't be moved on this.

Jason trains and trains and it takes months but then he's out on the streets.

Of course the fall out happens here too about the case and Jason being too violent and Jason being mad about it. And then he finds out Catherine isn't her birth mother but before he could look for Sheila, Cass arrives.

Cass meets Batman when she saves his ass from a drug ring. Cass has been homeless for years, roaming the streets and fighting the bad guys, atoning for the past mistakes she had done.

Cass escapes before Batman can thank her or ask her who is she. I kind of like the idea that Cass would keep an eye on Batman because she remembers all the lessons from Cain that the Bat is vicious and if he ever finds her he'd make her regret the life she lived. Which is clearly a lie because the Batman isn't like that and she has been watching him for a long time.

Cass definitely helps him out while Batman in her city and Batman definitely finds her because come on he has to know who he is fighting back to back.

It all ends when Cass takes a bullet for Batman and Batman just can't let her die.

Cass wakes up and she's alive and the Batman wants to adopt her, saying he'd help her learn to talk and Cass is so tempted because it's exhausting to watch her own back sometimes.

Anyway, Bruce adopting Cass, Cass finding a home. And let make Cass like fifteen years old and first she mostly hides from Bruce and Alfred, and while she expected Bruce to find her, Alfred finding her is surprising for her but she starts to hang out in the kitchen with Alfred.

About Cass and Jason. Jason first thinks Bruce is trying to replace him after their argument but Cass looks small and while Jason knows she's strong and when Bruce tells him she can't speak, Jason is ready to help her (and it doesn't matter that Jason is scared of being replaced while he's benched.)

ANYWAY Jay becomes Batman when the unavoidable happens, Bruce sinks into a coma instead of getting lost in time. And maybe magic caused it so Jay goes researching while taking care of Gotham with Cass on his side and of course let's not ignore Damian who's like ten and Jason has to take care of him and the few weeks they've known each other their relationship has been rocky but now Bruce isn't there to sit down and talk with Damian and Jason has to try harder because Damian is his brother who has just lost his dad and can't (Jason won't) send him back to that place ever.

so back to jay!bats and Cass (finally):

When Jason overworks himself, Cass just goes, “Don't be like Bruce.”

Jason is offended and he denies it but he goes to sleep soon after that. (after the third time, he realises he was manipulated and he's not impressed with Cass, Cass just pats his head and he can't do anything but rolls his eyes. [OK, maybe he was really tired. Three times? Shame on him.]

When Bruce fights against big bad and slips into a magical coma (no true love kiss won't wake him up) Jay is 22 and it wearing the batsuit? It's hard. It eats him up some nights when he can't seem to get sleep.

Jason and Cass together an effective pair. Jason doesn't restrain himself, sometimes hitting harder than necessary but he's not a killer. (at least not yet?)

Cass has a hard time first getting used to Jason in the Batsuit. She loves his brother dearly and she knows he'd never wanted to be Batman. Sometimes Cass just sits down beside Jason and lays on him so he won't get up. And finally rest.