#his hair isn't that long in civilian form

[glitter-stained]

Duke's Constellation of the Eclipse Meteor Transformation is finally here! He deserves all the love. His powers include:

High speed flight

Enhanced athletics++

Enhanced healing++

Shadow of the Sun: Umbrakinesis and Photokinesis

Dawn of everything: Can gaze into the past, present and future of every possible reality (very psychologically taxing, learns to master it with time)

Curse of the Daystar: a powerful energy beams that can either temporarily or permanently blind an opponent (takes a lot of stardust so it needs time to "recharge")

Yellow glitter : https://wallpapercave.com/wp/wp8850633.jpg

[brucewaynehater101]

Hear me out for mixing Emperor Tim and Spider Tim. Spider Tim does not want any of the Bats to know about his spider form, but Young Justice knows all about it. It started because Greta asked him about the magic she could sense in him and Tim telling them that he had some "thread based magic" and took a few strands of his silk to wrap around Cassie. She had to genuinely try to break out of just 5 loops of this hair thin thread. They ask him why he doesn't use this all the time and Tim simply shrugs, "I can't make a lot of it. The older I get, the more I'll be able to make bur for now? I'm stuck with only a few dozen yards a day." This isn't quite true. He can currently make about 50 yards but it will grow with time.

Months later, they run into a magician who casts an anti magic barrier around them, canceling out Tim's Glamor and he immediately transforms into his spider form. He looks back at himself and then yells, "you rat fucking bastard! Do you have any idea how rude it is to out people as non human who aren't ready to come out yet?! I'm gunna fucking *eat* you!" To which, he does. They do a Q&A as Tim devours his meal in the saftey of Bart's space ship. Tim tells them about how dangerous poachers are to him and why, how his mom is the best ever and what normal spider demon parents do, why he's actually eating the guy, and when someone asks about his civilian ID, Tim says, "I still can't tell you but bow you've seen why. You know what I am. I just told you how much of a problem poachers are. If word gets out that I'm a Spider Demon and one of you guys slip up with my civilian name, it's not just me at stake. It's my mom and her siblings and my cousins and my siblings who I've never met. Our families don't meet up because of how dangerous the poachers are,how they could and would decimate our entire population at the drop of a hat. You think they don't use truth spells on us to try and pry who our family members are out of us? You think they won't use those same spells on you guys to force you to tell them who I am so that they can hunt down and exterminate my family? I can't risk that, even if I trust you guys with this form. But... I can tell you guys that you can call me Tim." Having such a good explanation for why he cant tell them beyond "Batman said I can't" should let up a ton of tension in the future and make when he does eventually tell them all the sweeter.

Tim decides that when he's visiting his planets, he doesn't have to worry about Earth Based Poachers so he uses his spider form. He has to admit that it feels *really* nice to stretch out his limbs for so long and also climb up and down walls. Plus! None of these people know to fear spiders! He doesn't have to worry about looks of disguste or hatred simply for what he is! His citizens still think he's adorable and sweet and small.

His spider form does *not* help with the problems with the GLC because the moment the humans see a picture of him, they are all reeling back. John will never admit that he has a phobia of spiders. Kyle freely says, "it looks like it's a spider demon. There was rumors of one running around back on Earth for a while. I never saw it but if it is, then it's extremely dangerous." And Hal pipes up, "I saw it once and that is definitely the spider demon that was running around. I didn't get to see it for very long, but I was hunting down a magician and saw it fighting that thing. It was horrifying, that thing chopped the guy up with its front, scythe like legs and after it killed the magician, it ate them! And then it vanished. But how did it get into space and become the leader of this empire?"

Hal did see Tim do that. What he didn't see is that fact that the magician was a poacher who was planning to also go after the other Bats thinking that they were definitely creatures too. Of course Tim wouldn't allow his family to be hunted like that by someone who would tell them his greatest secret. So he made sure they couldn't and had a nice snack in the process.

Tim deserves to snack on that magician. That was rude af of them to do that to him (although I doubt they cared and they can't care now that they are dead). Do magicians taste differently? Like static or something?

I'm also curious about how YJ treats Tim's OG form. I bet he oscillates between severely unbothered (it's who he is, why should he care?) to being self conscious (Bats and others have expressed their dislike of spiders and his form could cause him to be taken out by a poacher). He just flips between these two depending on various variables.

I'm also curious about Tim killing and the No Killing Rule. How will Bruce react to this?

I do like the addition you did for GLs. I wonder if they try to reach out to John Constantine about the spider demon taking over the universe. I love Tim and Constantine interactions, ngl

[py-dreamer]

WOAH! 2 UPLOADS BACK TO BACK?!

Don't get too excited but yea, I've had these two in my back pocket for a long time now, just didn't really have the motive to finish them per say

Commission for designs for a fic my friend is writing so go check it out!

vvvv

I know it looks very different from the tight spandex miraculous designs but I definitely wanted to incorporate that LMK style with like armor and extra....like fabric on the sides? Just extra bits and bobs to make the designs interesting

But for me the most important parts were to make the purpose of the miraculous obvious, make them look cool and hide their identity (I think they'd look quite different from their human civilian forms)

Oh! And in case you haven't noticed, the miraculouses aren't animal themed anymore. Mainly because especially for the monkeys and dragons, it didn't make sense for them to have multiple miraculouses with the same animal. But it still keeps the theme of magically specialised powered jewels with one specific power outside of enhanced natural abilities with the akumatisation process

(spicynoodles of course)

(my friend and I developed so much brain rot behind the scenes, someone gets impaled, have fun guessing who!)

I'm gonna be honest, never really liked the sleek spandex polkadot suit that much so decided to go in a different direction

I do really like how Mk's design came out with the fluffy jacket and everything. I was wondering how to include like the feathery bits on top when I saw this fanart of Wukong wearing a cap and the two bits were sticking out like that and just stole that lol. I personally do really like the mask, again inspired by wukong's opera makeup

Red son was more tricky though, his design specifically the top area needed a lot of finessing and I saw this one other fanart of his fiery hair being blue at the end and man! it looked cool but I could not for the life of me figure it out, I did steal the bull mascarade mask from my the cat returns piece but hey it looks cool! And I didn't have a lot of ideas for other masks. Fun fact, the brown prayer beads are inspired from his days as a disciple under Guanyin.

Even though I'm not doing that tight spandex bs, I still wanted the two to look cohesive, and look like a team unit, I hope they do

Let me know any opinions! I'm very curious, the new style yay? Or nay?

(Also my friend wrote the 2nd chapter after I showed her the designs, Mk ISN'T meant to have a yellow cape. NO CAPES FOR THIS LAD)

[darth-kote]

Fives headcanons Pt. 1

Makes a point of learning how to say simple phrases in a few different languages native to the places he visits as a soldier. He finds that the native civilizations usually take more kindly to someone who isn't barking at them in a foreign, confusing tongue. "Hello," "thank you," and "we are here to offer help," are a few he tries to memorize as they travel through hyperspace. Fives isn't motivated by anything other than making the civilians more comfortable... But when he's given fruit or flowers as thanks for his friendliness, he makes sure his brothers get a clear view of the gifts. "See, diplomacy does pay off, Hardcase." (He receives a scoff and an envious glares in return.)

Back on Kamino, Shaak Ti had instilled in him that his brothers were there for him, and he had a duty to reciprocate that. As time went, it became less his duty and more his heart's desire. It made him feel nauseous when he heard a raucous laugh fall from Echo's or Kix's lips, mostly because it was his own laughter amplified and externally sourced. He remembers the first time going to 79s with some of the 501st, not long after Rishi Moon; Rex had introduced him to some of his men, and it had been one of the first times since he'd been on Kamino that he'd felt completely safe. Looking around, it was rare to meet eyes with anyone's who weren't his own, and kriff, the laughter. It had filled him with such a sense of belonging that he'd had to go cry in the fresher, just for a moment. When he'd returned to the group, Echo had given him a knowing look – eyes gentle as always, the inkling of a smile on his lips; he'd felt it too. After everything with Domino Squad, Fives was reluctant to build from the rubble of his past, but he found it was more agonizing to cut himself off from their unconditional love.

Fascinated by braids. The first time he saw them, ever, was on a desert planet they had been stationed on for months during the war. This planet couldn't have been further from his water-covered homeworld, the people included. Their complexions ranged from a deep-copper red to a blue that was nearly purple in hue, and their hair was sculpted into intricate braids that he never stopped admiring for as long as they were there. After several weeks of hesitating, he finally asked if he could learn the community's art form. He had been afraid of rejection, and bade his breath as he awaited the Elderwoman's decision whether or not to let this strange man into their traditions. He knew this was something the people of this world held dearly, and he was prepared to take no as his answer. Watching would suffice. However, when the Elderwoman sent for himself and Tup, he allowed himself some hope. Entering her clay fortress had been even more wonderful than he'd imagined; breads and meat were offered to them, and Tup, for once, could admit that Fives was quite the diplomat. Meeting the Elderwoman face-to-face was comparable, he felt, to being in the presence of Shaak Ti – she was a master with plenty to teach to those she deemed worthy of the knowledge. Her hair had been down, rather than up in one of the various styles he'd seen her wearing from afar; the texture of her hair created a halo around her, and Fives had been in utter awe. He and Tup had been instructed to sit and watch as the Elder's handmaidens wove her hair, slowly, carefully, into the desired shapes and patterns. Although they were not allowed to touch, Fives learned through observation how these sculptures that had caught his eye since the beginning were created. As they'd watched, he practically begged Tup to take his hair down so that he might practice a simpler technique they were being shown, and Tup would never admit that he'd dozed off several times under his brother's diligent touch.

As much as he enjoys making his brothers a little jealous, Fives is such a softy for each and every one of them. He will go off and pick flowers for them, and he'll make sure to weave a crown or necklace for Rex to wear. I can imagine them all sweeping through a field of tall grass, and Fives is in the middle of everything.. collecting flowers for his brothers to wear and smell. They'd all have their favorite spot in their armor for their flower to be kept, of course.

[spider-jaysart]

Any hot takes or unpopular opinions about super sons?

Here's some for the animated movie first:

Jon's voice doesn't suit him at all for the age he's supposed to be, it just kept throwing me off a little everytime he spoke with it. It's definitely not terrible though, it's just not for him at all

Idk about others opinions on Damian's voice though, but I really loved it. I felt like it fitted him pretty well and let his daring and mischievous side stand out really nicely. It's my favorite for him personally

I don't like that they white washed Damian in it once again when they could've definitely given him his darker skin and green eyes (I know this one's very popular already, but I just wanted to say it still). And when they showed the pitcher boy in the baseball game, he literally had EXACTLY those features on himself, which made it really feel like it was an actual annoying tease of some sort, since his model strangely looked way more like Damian than Damian himself did

And also besides all of that stuff, when Damian is in his Robin model, I feel like he looks perfectly fine and cool, but his civilian version looks a little weird to me for some reason. And I know that his hair in his Robin form is also a little funny too because of how long it is, but I don't really have a problem with it lol

Now for the ones outside of the movie:

I'm not so crazy about them being a Nightwing and Flamebird duo as adults. I want them to become their own identities, but not by using those mantles, cause it's still not completely theirs and isn't really fitting for them to me either, not even the Batman and Superman mantles either. Other characters like Dick, Chris, and Bette have already used them and made their names with it. Damian and Jon both actually deserve their own that let them shine in their real unique ways and stay independently remembered without their titles getting into the mix of confusion with other hero's. Everyone is allowed to have fun with it obviously though, no matter what I think

For a day job as an adult, Jon should become a scientist instead of a writer or reporter for the Daily Planet like his parents, because that's just totally boring and he's also his own person, not their twin. Just cause he's their child, it doesn't mean he's gonna be exactly like them and daydream about their hobbies. And it makes a lot more sense for science being his dream job too, because he's shown plenty of interest in it before

And for Damian, he should become a vetinarian as an adult, and credit to my good friend @camo-wolf for this next part here that I love, which is that he also owns his own company as a ceo to do it too, so he also has many more helpful clinics opened everywhere instead of just one

I'm not too crazy about their trinity with Lizzie and just can't see the boys having one either. It feels like it's just another thing to make them even more like their Dad's once again imo, but I think they're better off being kept as just a duo still. And unlike many other Damijon and Supersons fans, I'm also not crazy about Lizzie herself either :| (Not saying that I hate or dislike her though). I will say that the stories with the three of them together are pretty fun and cute though, despite what I feel about her. Oh, and for another little thing, even though it's Damian and Jon's thing in their relationship to fight and argue over things, it feels a little overdone in those books and feels like they're being more like just nasty to eachother with their certain comments and want to actually just get the other mad constantly

Speaking of groups, besides the boys having their little Supersons duo to themselves, as kids Damian and Jon definitely should've had their own awesome superhero team together a LONG time ago with characters their own age that could've grown with them like how it was originally planned for canon, instead of them both being shoved into ones like Teen Titans and other already established ones like that, because those groups have so much of their own stuff going on that just doesn't fit the boys and all of the members in them are usually much older than them too. For my idea about what they would have, I like to think that it's a fun group separate from the Supersons duo that both Damian and Jon lead and their main members could've been young close friends of theirs, like Maya Ducard, Kathy Brandon, and Colin Wilkes, and then for additional ones, it could be Tai Pham, Maps Mizoguchi, Flatline, Respawn, Suren Darga, Chris Kent, Irey and Jai West, Lian Harper, and even though I play around with their ages a lot in my own universes like randomly switching them both from toddlers to tweens whenever I feel like it, I'll say Mar'i and Jake too (idk if I'm forgetting any others). Then for the team name, I choose "Legacy's Youth" or "Youthful Legacy" or "Legacy's challangers"

And for another thing to do with groups, Dceased should've just let Maya and Kathy be the girls that teamed up with the boys, instead of forcing a deaged Cassie Sandsmark into it just to date Damian, create a trinity, and be the girl in a boys group, because unlike her, Maya and Kathy are the ones who actually have real relationships and history with Damian and Jon that were already made outside of that universe, so they both would've been much better picks. And without all of that dating stuff too, because them being boys and girls doesn't mean they should have to (plus, Damian and Jon seemed like they were the ones that were actually dating and also married to eachother instead in the story anyways lmao, so that's more proof that there was literally no need for it)

Jon's electric powers that came out during his Injustice crossover are so lame, cause that's not anything new. His solar flare is so much more dope and unique than that, what happened to it?!?! I prefer it way more

The team up reunion Supersons book that came out with Older!Jon and Damian in his new suit felt like their personalities were kind of swapped in some parts of the story, which was kind of weird to see and bothered me a little

During Damian's first time visit in the future, Jon should've been way more protective and stood up for him better when Saturn Girl and the other legion of heroes members began saying their hateful and nasty comments out loud about him right in front of his dang face. And even more defensive he should've been too when Saturn girl started messing with Damian's mind out of nowhere like it was okay and then put him to sleep, instead of just letting her like he did. He should've had complete second thoughts about the whole team right there and decide to leave after how uncomfortable they've made things, instead of still joining them anyways like they're still cool and forgetting about what had just happened. Jon's actual entire reaction during it all was just so naive and felt so ridiculous to me, it was disappointing

Jon and Chris Kent can both exist together at the same time, there is no problem with it at all. And just because Chris was taken away, that doesn't mean Jon's existence should be hated for it, it's the fault of DC writers for what happened, not him

Damian should also be able to finally have a sweet relationship with his Mother already instead of it still being dragged away from him all the time and also still being considered as an abusive one for him, because 1. being horrible to her child is ooc for Talia and 2. Damian deserves to have her in his life, not just Bruce as a Father. He should also be able to have a good relationship with the rest of Al Ghul's too and even a sibling relationship with Respawn as well, not just the ones he has with the Batkids. I know that some (or most?? Idk lol) fans don't like him because they say his origin made Ra's look bad for having him be abusive to him, but that's all very unnecessary blame on Respawn's character that he doesn't deserve at all, it was just a role he was put in as a victim, it's obviously the fault of the writers who wrote the story to be that way. I also feel like it would've made more sense that Slade raised him and was the one who had actually abused him, because he's done it to his other kids in the past anyways and him being a toxic parent is actually very in character for him

The Fortress of attitude is literally catching dust now that Damian and Jon have both completely forgotten about it for some reason, it deserves to make a comback!!

Jon used to have a dog named Ranger, I'm not sure what exactly happened to him (I guess he was forgotten about or whatever), but he shouldn't have been erased. He was adorable

I prefer Damian's pushed back spikey hair so much more over his current flat and long one, it fits him better. The current one does look nice on him and I get the reason behind why he has it, which is pretty sad, but it makes him look too similar to Tim and I don't like that. The same artist who made Damian's new hair that way in the first place also doesn't draw Flatline's spikey hair either, which makes me think they might actually have something against those kinds of hairstyles lol

Damian would so get along with Lois because of their sass and Talia would actually love Jon for how great he is to her Son

Annnnd I think that's probably all of my unpopular opinions about the boys for now lol

Thank you for the ask, anon!! I enjoyed answering this!

[e-nonsense]

HI!! This is my first time requesting something specific in a long time, so forgive me if it's all over the place😭

Basicallyyyy almost the same as the reader being Selina's protoge- But minus the badass and crank up their weirdness and patheticness to a thousand

A childhood frenemies to lovers scenario 😝

Reader as a kid pretty much settled at the fact that they were "different" from other kids— and they didn't wanna conform to what society considered normal bc uhhh that's not them!!!! Maybe they even had a good chat about the Joker with it

Reader was more of a trouble maker than a villain, really. Throwing eggs at politicians, managing to stick gum on Dick's hair or Bruce's cape, stealing Jim G. glasses for the millionth time, scaring random civilians at night with shadow puppet/illusions/inventions they plant on the yard or walls..... nun too crazy! And with this, formed an odd friendship with Jason during his glory days as Robin

Though Jason was just doing his job as a vigilante, reader felt like he was the only one who understood them sometimes. And because of that, reader would sometimes do good deeds for him to see but still do their silly chaotic things😋

Until Jason died, that is

Because of this, reader didn't consider stirring up trouble when Jason isn't the one stopping them anymore and eventually uses that big brain of theirs to do random tech stuff for good use

Reader by this time is gonna be the "Smart but weird sleep deprived loser" type... chat do you see my vision...

when Jason comes back and pays them a visit, reader is so lost at first

"It's me, [name]"

"Oh whar.... ok ok uhm....."

Mf thought they were going crazy and was gonna laugh but when they realize it was real they immediately broke down— kneeling and hugging his knees as they poured pent up love confessions OUTTTTT there... y/n you crazy bitch!!!!!

(And for nsfw if you want, maybe this happens months later. Reader would be SO eager to be good for Jason, but maybe too good that Jason slowly starts to bottom as reader showers him with love through keen whispers and needy touches.

Asking, "Can I touch here?" "Can I remove this?" "Does this feel good?" Bc consent is hot asl yall missing out🙏

Reader would hold him so close, as if afraid he would slip away again and would babble their sad I love you's, his name and other praises and Jason is praying not to cum immediately because holy fuck?? You want him HOW BAD????)

Sorry if this was a lot to read😭 The voices in my head are odd like that

—☁️/ w the help of my friend♟️the og idea is from him❗️❗️ he just let my ass skedadle with this to your blog 😭

here you go anon i hope your and your friend enjoy!

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

Character of your choice is trying to take a shower but now there's an alarm going off.

The fire alarm is going off.

A shrill droning siren with flashing emergency lights that flash in the hazy steam of the shower. Civilian colony ship safety lights flash with military precision in time with the stress headache forming behind his eyes.

Tom sighs and wonders how long he could go unnoticed. His forehead thunks against the shower wall and he daydreams of hiding here instead of hurriedly dressing and getting to his designated zone. Trouble is, being captain makes you important enough that hiding isn't an option. And he wasn't really in the mood to have some poor ensign or worse come barging into his quarters.

Fires on spaceships are bad, he tells himself. You're captain and you need to be an example, he thinks as he thumps his head against the wall.

He sighs loudly and shuts off the water, towels off, and throws on the closest clean clothes he can find while pouting performatively for himself and probably Roland.

Speaking off… "Roland, is this a real alarm?"

"Unsure, Captain." Roland replies. "It wasn't scheduled. Signs point to maintenance and some kind of electrical issue."

Tom fights the urge to stay in his room, but before he can decide, a knock at the door interrupts his pouting. Some poor ensign is here to escort him to where Command is supposed to be during emergencies, but they pause and gawk at him.

Tom knows his hair is still wet and is sticking up in some unflattering way, but really? He follows their eyes and ah. The shirt he grabbed is one of the gag gifts that had not seen the light of day since it was so lovingly gifted. Tom sighs and waves the ensign on, grabbing a UNSC sweatshirt and trailing after them.

"Aw, but sir." Roland chimes from the speaker by the door. "It's a shame to hide that shirt, how else will the crew recognize you as World's Best Mom?"

[isca-rambles]

chenford prompts/ideas

I hope it's okay to just throw prompts out like this. I'm still very new to this fandom but very invested in Chenford (being caught up with a show is the worst, why do I fall in love with these types of ships until I know how it ends?), so much so I dusted out an old tumblr account and posted a ramble on ao3. I'm down bad for these clueless fictional idiots. * What if Armstrong didn't take Caleb's deal in 2x11? As in, he arrests Caleb instead of going with him. It wouldn't change them finding Lucy, I don't think, but could give some very nice (and by that I mean angsty af) interactions between Caleb and the others. Namely Tim, of course. * Tim is the one who goes to the prison with Nolan, so he's the one who goes with Nolan to the house to confront Caleb. Does Caleb still die in the same way? Does he live? Does Tim have to sit and watch the video feed for those agonising seconds while he waits for the rest of the team to touch down, after realising Lucy isn't in the barrel in the house? * What if Tim didn't give Lucy the 'Bradford special' back in 1x09, and she still gets shot? Any excuse for feral/protective Tim, especially since he'd be even more feral after Isabel's shooting. * What if, to help Jackson, Lucy offers to switch places and become's Stanton's rookie for that last month. What's the worst that could happen? * Lucy is exposed in 1x20 instead of Tim. * Lucy has serious thoughts about breaking the door down in 1x20 when Tim is attacked * Both Tim and Lucy are exposed in 1x20 and have to quarantine together * Not so much Chenford, though obviously Chenford, but just people supporting Lucy after Jackson's death. Give Lucy all the hugs please. * One of those 5 times fics but revolving around Lucy's moonstone ring. * Lucy gets greenlit instead of Nolan * Tim helping Lucy to wash her hair after she'd been injured in some way. Not sexual, not necessarily platonic, just helping. Either as friends or established lovers, post break-up or pre. Even a fully clothed over the basin 'don't expect me to dry it too, Boot' because he felt guilty. I just love a good bit of non-sexual TLC sometimes. * Honestly, same as above but with Jackson. So definitely platonic but just something sweet and soft. Lucy needs TLC, okay? I have feelings about this. * Overprotective (not necessarily 'I have feelings for her' but, ya know, we love a clueless Tim) Tim looking out for Lucy (in that weird way of his) with some of the more asshole officers/civilians they meet through her training/time as P2. Especially if she pisses off an asshole cop (akin to Stanton. If not Stanton. We hate Stanton) for some mundane reason, and Tim has to have her back when it escalates. * Lucy accidentally pisses off a very high ranking criminal. Cue everyone protecting Lucy even though she doesn't need protecting. * Tim and Lucy chat after the Stanton confrontation. * Lucy's ill or mildly injured but pushes through/stays in work. Tim keeps pushing her and she makes a mistake and/or gets hurt. Angela, Bishop, Harper, or Grey talk with him, and make him realise he has to know when to stop pushing sometimes. * Lucy's had a particularly bad day with some shitty criminals/civilians/officers. Tim thinks he gets it but he can't, not really, so his brand of tough love isn't working as he wants it to. Lopez/Harper/Bishop and/or even Lucy try to get him to understand he'll never understand what it's like to be a woman (and one of colour) on patrol. * Lopez/Harper/Bishop etc take Lucy out after said bad day. Tim can be there with Nolan if he wants. Jackson too. Jackson gets it more but everyone needs to hear how difficult it can be. Mainly ladies supporting ladies. * And if anyone wants to take a proper shot at the long-form disjointed ramble fic I did, or take ideas from it, please do. Basically post-break up, Lucy's in a bad place and Tim goes to comfort her and I have a lot of feelings about Jackson being gone and Lucy not having the support network she should with Tim and Tamara leaving her - ao3 ramble here

That should be it for now, at least while I keep working through episodes properly (also, ugh, watching these early episodes with Nolan/Lucy stuff is just...ick after binging all the Chenford stuff first ^_^). Thank you to anyone who takes these, you're a very talented fandom with some gorgeous writers! I'm working my way through Chenford fics on ao3, but if any of these have been done before please spread the love and share some links/reccs <3

[b4tling]

Fanfic Rambles

Jason Todd with long hair AU. #MistakenIdentityAU #TwinAU #EverybodyLovedJasonTodd

Was daydreaming and thought of a funny little prompt about Jason after coming back from the dead and becoming the red hood (but before all the bat drama like beating Tim or yknow, tryna kill everyone) he runs into Dick while in his civilian form and the other in his Nightwing getup.

Naturally, Dick sees a guy with a similar face to his dead little brother, but buffer and taller than he could have ever gotten because of his malnourished state growing up. Sees all his scars which HIS Jason never had. The white streak in the hair, green eyes, AND lets not forget the long hair.

He sees all this and comes to the conclusion that this isn't his Jay but either a doppelganger, clone, hallucination- OR twin. But the possibility of it actually being Jason Todd doesn't even cross his mind. Because from his memory, Jason would have never willingly adorned long hair. After all, he made it known of his distaste for his own long hair back in his Discowing era.

(Little did he know that Jason loved his hair INCLUDING his Discowing suit, and that he only made fun of it because he was a little kid who didn't wanna show that he admired his big brother who didn't exactly wanna be his big brother at the time. So he made sure to make fun of him at every opportunity, ESPECIALLY, his hair. Because in truth the hair was his favorite part about the outfit. Somehow, everybody fell under the illusion that he did in fact hate the hair the most, including Alfred.)

Jason seeing Nightwing is like, shit, I was found out already. He begins panicking in his head only for Nightwing to pluck a piece of his hair and run back into the shadows (off to go confirm his theories- the one about it possibly being a hallucination already crossed off with the physical evidence in his hands)

Later on the DNA test comes back with it not fully being Jason (lets just say its due to the Lazarus pit plus a side effect of dying and coming back to life) and he comes to the conclusion that he's a long lost twin and goes to tell the other bats about the newest addition to the family (they're not giving him a choice in the matter of course).

(Random scene I thought of in this AU but it takes place once it's revealed that Jason is actually just Jason- not his twin, duh -and everybody loves each other.)

"You know, you're really good at this"

Stephanie says as she sits on the ground in front of the couch, with Jason behind her brushing through her hair. Her eyes are closed in content as the older boy runs his fingers through her scalp, gently brushing each blond strand with practiced ease.

Jason scoffs, his own hair tied back into a half up and half down style.

"Of course I am."

Cass plops herself next to Jason on the couch and stares at him with a mostly blank but hopeful expression. Jason rolls his eyes.

"Yeah yeah, you're next you weirdo. Wait your turn."

"What about me Jay?" Dick whines from across the room where he sits with Duke at his side and Damian on the other, drawing in his sketchbook with Alfred the cat and Titus laying on his lap. Damian looks up and sends his brother a look of disgust.

"Must you act so childish Richard?" Dick just laughs and ruffles the boys hair.

"Don't act like that Dami, I saw you sneaking them glances too!", the boy turns red at this, "I'm sure Jay will love to brush your hair too"

"Yeah Damian, I'm sure Jason would just love to brush through your wittle soft hair" Tim adds in teasingly from his place on another single couch, with his phone in one hand and his body lazing about with his legs dangling over the armrest. Duke sends Dick a look, the two aware of what will naturally follow.

Damian lets out a strangled noise before pouncing on the older boy, the two wrestling on the ground while Dick watches with a look of fondness.

They've come a long way from this sort of scene being something worrying, but now just the show of two brothers playfully fighting. No real harm actually being done.

Jason just sighs.

"You know what- yeah, not like you're all vigilantes and trained to bare getting shot and stabbed but will whine over having a turn to get your hair brushed. Nah, whatever, it's totally normal, I mean cope however you want I guess..."

Everyone just gives him wide eyed innocent looks, though many were suspiciously hiding a grin there.

Tim stares a bit from his place being pinned down by his little brother (who is being told by Dick to get off now) and Jason once again rolls his eyes.

"Yes, including you replacement" The boy smiles, bright and wide, and when did the nickname become something said out of warmth instead of the previous jealousy?

"Well Master Jason, I feel as if someone else is feeling a bit left out" Alfred says as he places a plate full of snacks on the coffee table.

Stephanie looks up at the elder, and then looks at the mans head with a dubious face.

"Uhm, I didn't know you'd be into this Alfie" The man in question deadpans at the girl.

"I wasn't talking about myself unfortunately, I fear that the I'm quite lacking in the department needed for this activity."

"Don't worry Alfie, I feel your pain from here" Duke says, with his own deadpan. Steph winces and whispers my bad. Cass giggles at the exchange.

Someone else muffles a snort, which then follows up with the clear sound of getting hit by something (or someone).

Alfred simply tilts his head in a direction, which Jason finds is the door hiding a shadow there. Watching.

He huffs a breath, and for the millionth time rolls his eyes.

"B, if you wanted to have your hair brushed then you coulda come in here and said so like a normal person. I swear, you guys all got your lack of communication skills from him"

"Not me!" Stephanie makes known with a triumph look.

"Me neither" Dick says, but earns raised brows from everyone in the room. "Okay, never mind then" he takes back his words with slumped shoulders, Duke jokingly patting his back in comfort as the older man pouts.

"I..." Bruce who has finally exited the shadows, reveals himself in casual sweats and the most dad-sweater to ever dad.

"I'd like that a lot chum"

Jason just huffs out a laugh.

"You're all terrible, I hate you guys and hope you all die."

Everybody simply smiles at him.

"We love you too Jay" Dick says with clear affection in his eyes.

Jason just returns to his previous actions of tying the blond teens hair, styling it to his best ability.

"I mean it, twice over"

Bruce sits on the other side of Jason and ruffles his hair.

"Of course, son"

[selmasemlan]

An Unexpected Lesson

Summary: The international hero student, visit U.A. High to share the harsh realities of global hero work, leaving Class 1-A both humbled and inspired by their experiences.

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x Luna Aizawa (OFC), Bakugo Katsuki x Luna Aizawa (Platonic), Midoriya Izuku x Luna Aizawa (Platonic)

Author note: We get a peak into Luna and what she has been doing as a international hero

Warning: mention of violence and death

Word count: 1458

Series masterlist

An Unexpected Lesson

The morning sun filters through the windows of U.A. High School's Class 1-A, casting soft rays onto the eager faces of the students. The classroom buzzes with the usual morning energy as they prepare for another day of training and learning. Aizawa Shota, their homeroom teacher, stands at the front of the room, his expression as unreadable as ever.

Aizawa clears his throat, immediately commanding the attention of the class. "Today, we have special guests joining us," he begins in his usual monotone voice. "They are students from the International Hero Program, here to give you a presentation on what it means to work on the international scene. I expect you all to be respectful and pay attention. This isn't something you can afford to take lightly."

The class murmurs among themselves, curiosity piqued. Kirishima leans over to Denki, whispering excitedly, "How much harder can the international scene be? We’ve been through a lot already."

Denki, ever the optimist, grins. "Yeah, I bet we can handle whatever they throw at us!"

Before Aizawa can respond, the door slides open, and two figures step into the room. The first is a tall young man with sharp features and platinum-blonde hair, strikingly similar to Monoma Neito. The resemblance is uncanny, save for the slightly softer expression in his eyes. He’s dressed in casual yet stylish civilian clothes, his posture confident yet rigid.

The second figure is a girl with long, dark brown hair streaked with red highlights, her hair swishing slightly as she moves. Her eyes are sharp, and her presence commands the room without a word. She, too, is dressed in civilian clothes, a form-fitting jacket over a simple shirt and pants, giving her an air of effortless cool.

The girl, Luna, steps forward, her eyes briefly meeting Aizawa's. "Apologies for interrupting, Sensei," she says with a respectful nod, her voice calm but carrying an edge of authority.

Aizawa gives her a curt nod, indicating that she may proceed. The class, momentarily stunned by their entrance, quickly regains their composure.

Before Luna can speak, the young man, Monoma Mamoru, steps forward, his expression slightly irritated. "You all think you know what it means to be a hero, but the reality is, you're not even in the same league as we are," he says, his voice tinged with impatience. "Your experience is limited to the national level. What we face on the international stage is far beyond what you've encountered."

The class reacts with a mix of surprise and indignation, murmurs spreading quickly. Bakugo scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest, while Todoroki narrows his eyes in quiet observation. Midoriya listens intently, his notebook already in hand, ready to jot down any important details.

Luna places a gentle hand on Mamoru's shoulder, calming him instantly. "Mamo-kun," she says softly, "be kind. They haven't gone through what we have. It's not their fault they don't understand the level of seriousness involved in our work."

Mamoru sighs, visibly relaxing under Luna's touch. He steps back, allowing her to take the lead.

Luna turns to the class, her expression softening slightly. "Let me introduce ourselves properly," she begins. "I am Aizawa Luna, and this is Monoma Mamoru. We're here today to share our experiences and give you a glimpse into what it means to operate on the international scene."

At the mention of her name, Midoriya's eyes widen in recognition. "Luna… Aizawa Luna?" he exclaims, his voice filled with surprise and curiosity.

Luna offers him a small, warm smile. "It’s good to see you again, Izuku. But our reunion will have to wait. We're here on business."

Midoriya nods, slightly flustered but understanding. Bakugo, who has been watching the exchange with a proud smirk, lets out a scoff. "Tch. Always straight to business, huh?" he mutters, though there's an undeniable hint of admiration in his tone.

The rest of the class is buzzing with questions. Kirishima, ever the enthusiastic one, leans forward. "What’s it like working on the international stage? Is it really that different from what we’ve experienced here?"

Luna's expression grows more serious, her smile fading slightly. "The difference is immense," she replies, her voice firm. "We handle world-changing cases every day. The level of danger and the stakes are far higher."

Mamoru steps in, his irritation now replaced with a more solemn demeanor. "Students drop out within the first month, never returning to the pro-hero scene. It's a testament to how intense and unforgiving the work is."

The class falls silent, absorbing the weight of their words. Kirishima, still curious despite the gravity of the conversation, asks, "Can you give us an example?"

Luna and Mamoru exchange a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. Luna nods slightly, giving Mamoru the go-ahead.

Mamoru begins, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of sadness. "Our first mission was a bomb threat that covered an entire country. We were thrown into the situation with little time to prepare. The pressure was unimaginable."

Luna continues, her voice quieter now. "Our second mission involved tracking down a serial killer who operated across multiple countries. It was a race against time, and failure was not an option."

She pauses, her gaze drifting to a distant memory. "On our third mission… we lost a classmate. A friend. It was a hostage situation that went horribly wrong."

The classroom is deathly silent, the weight of their words hanging heavily in the air. The students, usually so lively and chatty, are now somber, reflecting on the harsh reality of hero work beyond their borders.

Ururaka, her eyes wide with concern, finally speaks up. "How do you… deal with something like that? Losing someone?"

Luna meets her gaze, her own eyes softening. "You carry their memory with you in everything you do," she replies quietly. "You let it drive you to be better, to ensure that their sacrifice wasn't in vain."

The words resonate deeply with the class, and a few students find themselves blinking back tears. Kirishima, ever the emotional one, wipes at his eyes and says, "That's… that’s so manly, Luna!"

Luna smiles at him, appreciating the sentiment. Sensing the need to lighten the mood, she shifts gears. "But it’s not all doom and gloom," she says, her tone lifting slightly. "We also get to experience amazing cultures, work with incredible people, and face challenges that push us to our limits in ways you can't imagine."

Denki, ever the curious one, seizes the opportunity to ask, "So, what’s your quirk, Mamoru?"

Mamoru, who had been quietly observing the class, perks up at the question. "My quirk is called Shield," he explains, holding up a hand. A faint glow surrounds it, and an invisible barrier shimmers into existence. "I can create shields in various forms and even erect barriers that can withstand significant impact."

The class watches in awe as Mamoru demonstrates, the barrier glinting faintly in the classroom light before he dispels it with a wave of his hand.

Once Mamoru finishes, the attention shifts to Luna. The class waits eagerly for her to reveal her quirk, but instead, she simply scratches her cheek, a small, slightly embarrassed smile playing on her lips. "Well, I’m quirkless," she says, almost casually.

The room falls into stunned silence. The students, who had been hanging on her every word, now gape at her in shock. A flurry of surprised exclamations bursts out all at once.

"Wait, what?!"

"No way!"

"How is that even possible?!"

Luna chuckles at their reactions, sitting down on the teacher’s desk with a relaxed posture. "It's true. I don't have a quirk, but that doesn't stop me from doing what I do. With the right training, strategy, and support, you can overcome any obstacle."

The class continues to stare at her in awe, grappling with the idea that someone quirkless could reach such a high level in the hero world. Bakugo, having known her for years, just smirks proudly, while Midoriya looks at her with admiration, understanding how much harder she must have worked to get where she is.

As the shock wears off, a few students can’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all, and the mood in the room lightens. Luna’s calm confidence in the face of their disbelief leaves a lasting impression on them.

The scene ends with the class still buzzing with curiosity and admiration, while Luna sits atop the desk, her red-highlighted hair swishing slightly as she turns her head to look at them all with a soft, knowing smile. Todoroki, who has been quietly observing her throughout the entire exchange, continues to stare at her in admiration, his heart pounding slightly in his chest as he realizes just how extraordinary she truly is.

[emelinstriker]

Do our ESAU boys have just one outfit? Do they have multiples of the same outfit with only one or two more comfy options for cuddles or laundry day? Who doesn’t bother with actual clothes and just magics up whatever they need for the occasion? Does Mink ever bother with any semblance of clothes or does he just stick to being an inky Ken doll?

The do have more clothes in their rooms, which does include even their old clothes from the show's canon. They all got their own sleeping attire, as well as more casual wear to slip past civilians when their Master wants to go to town or something. Probably some of them would even have costumes lying around somewhere in the back of the closet, or even a straight up duplicate of their usual wear.

Wukong could actually just use a bit of his hair/fur to create more for his wardrobe. But he also is the one who barely covers up his chest, so he prefers just having his shoulder guard and cape. However, if he really needs an outfit he doesn't have, he would just summon it that way.

In that same case, Macaque would just shadow portal away and return with whatever outfit he needs. Whether or not it was stolen borrowed from an outsider shall remain a mystery.

Mink usually just sticks to being like an ink-monkey Ken doll, but he does form clothes or copy someone else's body when making fun of them over their looks. Or even just to manipulate in general.

Nezha generally prefers his usual outfit, but also has other armor in his arsenal. If it's something he could use in battle, he doesn't mind wearing it. Casual wear isn't really his thing, but he doesn't mind wearing it to be able to to follow his Master with outsiders around. Or even just to be able to cuddle with them better.

MK actually prefers more casual outfits since he for some reason feels more familiar with those than his armor. Doesn't mean he dislikes his armor, but he generally likes to use a more casual wear when drawing in his room, with no missions going on.

Red Son is also more for casual wear, but more in a way of: If it's light-weight and doesn't bother his movements, he has no issue wearing it. Unlike the pink champion, he doesn't like wearing armor. Which is actually why his usual outfit is mostly just made out of fabric.

And Azure has more of a 50/50 standing on casual clothes and armor. So he usually sticks to having some armor on him, but also mostly fabric. For him, he just wears whatever he deems as most fitting to the situation/mission/task at hand. No actual preference towards what he wears, as long as he can protect his Master in it.

Also I'd like to imagine they all have an animal onesie. Like, some Master most definitely got them a onesie, or they all have one just in case. Just cuz the idea of it is cracking me up rn-

[goodluckclove]

I have this piece of canon that I don't know how to fit in the series so I just need to talk about it here.

Scott doesn't understand most forms of bigotry. Sexism, transphobia, intersexism - it's not that he's too innocent, and it's definitely been explained to him, but something about his upbringing and the way his mind works just doesn't allow it to process that some people are just like that.

Like he grew up with civilian kids coming in and out so definitely he got some shit pre-puberty for being intersex and generally gender neutral. And he mostly just reacted with confusion. Like who cares? Stuff is complicated. Are we playing pirates or what?

And then when he went through a masculine puberty and decided to identify as a man and people told him he might get some pushback for still having long hair and wearing dresses, he just sulks. He complains to Ollie, who hasn't transitioned yet, how it isn't fair she and Tenzin get to wear dresses whenever they want "just because they're girls".

"well I'd probably get shit too," Ollie tells him.

"why?" Scott asks.

"because people probably wouldn't think I was a girl."

And just like that he's even more confused and frustrated for the rest of the day. Because what the fuck does that mean?

I would like to think it's his Ollie, his best friend, who tells him eventually that some people are "just fucking stupid". So as an adult, whenever people make comments about his being intersex or having an asexual relationship, he still gets confused for a second, and then something clicks and he smiles at the person and says "oh right - you're just fucking stupid". Then he excuses himself from the conversation before they have a chance to argue.

Scott Skylark Kaufner is not the best queer person for an in-depth and educational discussion on queer identity and politics. He knows a TON but just accepts fluidity and the overall spectrum so completely that he is impossible to talk to about it. You can identify as any contradictory culture or micro-label and he will accept it with no follow-up questions aside from maybe "what does that mean".

Mspec lesbians? Alloaros? Cistrans people? All fine, let's move on. Stuff is weird and vast and he knows it's okay to admit you don't know most things. Scott would never have a tumblr because even as he improves with technology I think social media would be hard for him, but he'd have quite the social circle.

I do think furries would be hard for him. Mostly because he is going to think he's friends with an actual anthropomorphic fox.

[hupla222]

Miraculous AU Designs

As promised, here are the designs for the heroes of my Pokémon Horizons x Miraculous Ladybug au. I'll be giving some nots along the way when the app I used to make these didn't quite match up with my vision for the characters. It goes without saying that for all of these I imagine the outfits to be a lot more formfitting then they would allow. That out of the way, buckle up, this is gonna be a long one.

First up is Kitty. Her design is pretty much perfect to what I wanted it to be. Only thing to note is the Liko has her hair up in a ponytail during this transformation. Also her eyes turn completely blue, like a cat.

Next up Scarab. I really like this one. Only change would be that the red parts of his costume have black spots all over them, like a ladybug.

Now Chaofeng was one of those where is was really hard to make it look the way I wanted. Essentially, there is a giant decal of a golden Chinese dragon spiraling his costume, with the tail starting on his left leg and the head ending on his chest. There is also a golden spiral on his right arm. And I think it's pretty obvious that his mask should have eye holes. Also his eyes turn completely yellow, like a dragon.

Vixen turned out wonderful, nothing to add here except that it is in this form that Dot where her hair up. She wears it down in her civilian clothes. Also the mask isn't black in the eyes.

Baker's Dozen once again perfect pretty much nothing to add except that his costume doesn't have goggles, that's just to reference the shape of his mask.

Durga is one where is was a little tricky, anyone with stripes was really. Just imagine she has tiger stripes instead of those lines, with thinner ones on the body and thicker ones on the arms and legs. Also the back of her costume is that magenta color used for her belt. Also her eyes turn completely dark blue, like a tiger.

Corkscrew might just be my very favorite design, I really love how this one turned out. No changes to make here.

Metamorphosis is another that I barely have to edit except to say that once again her doesn't wear glasses, that's just his mask shape. Also to say the I always hated that hood mask thing that Hawkmoth wore.

Cockatrice was a fun one to make, what with all of the color. Also him being the superhero persona of my favorite Horizons character. Nothing to change here except to say the whites of his eyes turn yellow, but his irises remain blue.

Phasian, another one that hardly changes. Only thing to note is that I'm not going with the blue skin thing that the show did. I just think it looks weird. I mean, none of the other miraculous did that.

Gallop, wouldn't you know it doesn't change much. And for once that actually get to keep the glasses since they are the miraculous.

Conejita, Gallop's partner in "crime". Another one of my favorites and another that barely changes. Say it with me everyone, the glasses just represent mask shape. She gets to keep the stars though.

Stream Queen, return of the stripes. Except this one isn't too bad. the stripes are actually how I want them. Only thing to change is that she doesn't just have one stripe of black on her pants, the back half of her pants are black.

Yapper, one I'm pretty proud of. No changes, just want to note that Coral has her hair in a singular ponytail during this tranformation.

A finally, Mr. Hog. Nothing to change here, just want to quietly chuckled at how Onyx has wear so much pink and fight with a tambourine.

[daleelahwrites]

Hey Daleelah, wondering if you got Any ideas on what Timeskip Bertholdt would have been like if he made it back to Marley with Reiner and the warrior pals following RTS?

I’m thinking His hair is shaggy and overgrown, heavy eyebags, he’s even taller, but like Reiner poor baby has lost weight 🥺

Definitely thinking he would be Vice Chief Hoover. I also think that he’s basically unfazed by anything. Dead inside and is a blunt, straight-forward person

Also what do you think might be Sasha’s reaction to seeing Bertholdt like this in the timeskip? Bertholdt burdened by his warrior duties

Hey anon!! Thanks for the ask! 🥰

I'm glad you sent your own headcanon because I haven't think about it yet. I really liked how you imagine Bertholdt, so many years of loss, Reiner's time is close to end, his own time is running out... I can see poor boy couldn't have a single night of good sleep in years. Eat? If wasn't for Pieck, he would pass the week with an apple and a glass of water. But he's good with the kids, after all he knows people out there aren't good with them :'(

((I know that headcanon of him being a smoker is popular (whyyy) but I'm not really a fan 😭))

I can see him being all stoic and blunt as you said. The last time we seen him, Bertholdt's already accepted that the world is like that, there's none they can do. So he's probably just working for Marley as he waits for his time to pass his titan for the next warrior. Like Reiner, he's also worried about the kids, but he don't have no one to look at anymore, as we already know after the time skip, Bertholdt's father died. And I'm interpret this situation as if Annie is still in the crystal, so he's already don't have a lot of friends.

I think that if Bertholdt have come back with Reiner, Porco maybe would have this grudge on him too, like "what was the greatest colossal titan doing he couldn't help Marcel?". And so as Reiner he would just accept that he's another good-for-nothing person and waits his dead could at least bring something good for the people he couldn't help.

And then, Liberio. Eren and all. Chaos. Suddenly his life is up down, he was so sure he would never see anything about people from Paradis again, and now is seeing all that people on black flying around, shoot soldiers, some shoot civilians (hey Floch), a real attack. He recognized the wings of freedom, but he hadn't to see it to known who they are. He was there once, but he isn't one of them. And, for some reason, he also don't feel like he's one of the warriors. He was there just waiting his time to come, and now everything is falling, everything is burning. After those years, finally something inside him is burning too.

He sees Sasha and he notices she have seen him too. So many years...

Here, do you remember in canon while trying to defeat Reiner in his titan form, Sasha was hit in the head and passed out? She was the only soldier that didn't seen when Armin eat Bertholdt, she didn't seen his death. In this AU he didn't die but as same she didn't see him running away with Reiner. So what would she feels when see him after a long time with no goodbye?

Also, I'm sure if Sasha was alive she would join the Alliance without hesitation, probably the first to join and YELLS "WHY ARE YOU WAITING WE NEED TO DO SOMETHING!!!" because no way she would seat down and watching the world burn. Arthur already said, he sent his daughter out of the forest, she wouldn't going to come back. And I'm sure Bertholdt would finally react after years of silent remorse and pain, and being as vocal as her that they need to stop Eren.

Wow, this one was long lol sorry for the long text. Thank you for sending this ask and sharing with us your ideas, it was really fun to think about it!! Let us know if you have something else in mind! Hope you have a good day~ 🩷

[boyakishantrinity]

BWAAAH- glomp.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

The sound of bickering echoed from far ahead. They looked up. A pair of humans wrestling in the dirt, several other humans all watching as they fought over what looked like a megaphone.

"... Good morning colonel."

"... Are you-"

With a sigh. The blonde continued.

"yep. My name's Richy, that'd blondie and Levi."

"... Who's-"

"LET GO YOU DUMB BLONDE BITCH."

Shouting the brunette, pulling back her hair as they fell down the hill.

"... Should we-"

"nah. It's more trouble than it's worth. Now, the specimens?"

They're been several zombie outbreaks, humans firing down upon civilians, casually tossing images of what was left of their spatial worlds where they learnt things the hard way. In their words.

"it's a few thousand, or your planet."

Gripping his waist, the man snapping his fingers as flammenwerfers stepped forward. Germans. In the simplest words possible, burning the samples after taking the data. Swastika proudly displayed on his robes, the few hairs of blonde hair on his head as he looked at the scientist.

"destroy all samples. Conclude any and all research."

"I- SIR."

Eyes wide, looking at the colonel as the woman beside him, also in robes with a swastika printed on her sides also wearing similar orange robes as the man. Longer brown locks than the man, albeit much shorter than what any woman normally had.

The third one amongst them held a human firearm. An antique metal slim box like weapon, long hair with bright orange dyed hair wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. Chewing something in her mouth, popping a bubble seemingly directed at him.

"... May I ask why?"

"Would you like to be the reason another outbreak occurs?"

"..."

The man's pincers clattered slowly, the big like alien hesitating. Making confused jitters as he whistled out.

"Our security-"

"mate. The virus only gotta get out once. Infect one person and it's back to square one."

"... I understand your concern, but-"

"with all due respect. This isn't something like a new fungal parasite."

Quiet, brown locks largely kept, the woman's voice quiet as he looked to her.

"... Excuse me?"

Swallowing her nervousness, looking up at him.

"sir. This is a pathogenetic cancer, something we should exterminate, short of a highly exhaustive system specifically for research we cannot permit your research like this."

"... And if we refuse?"

"Then we will commit war."

The threat. No, the promise. It rippled towards the researchers. Scoffing, wings fluttering with nervousness as it turned into buster.

"You'll commit war-"

"yeah. We will. Now incinerate all samples."

"... You insolent-"

Click.

Fangs frozen, the gun cocked at his head. No. Not frozen. Broken. Like snapping long nails out, a sharp pain erupting form the wounds. The gun held at his head as she hissed.

"touch her. I dare you."

"... Is this your mate?"

"... One of them. Yes. Lily?"

"..."

"Lilianium."

"... Fine."

Lowering the rifle. Keeping an eye as the woman takes a sigh.

"But yes, we are prepared to wage war if you continue to research this."

"... As in the UEN?"

"..."

Looking away, the triad of figures whistling away as he repeated the question.

"you mean the UEN is prepared for war."

"... Not quite."

Standing behind him, several bodies thrown forward, some kind of tail struck through their chests. He blinked. The three taking a step back, falling to one knee, gun placed at the violent woman's side as they looked down.

"... And who would-"

Something pressed against his head, the sound of a metal capsule falling to the ground.

"you really want to know?"

"Millie, what you did was quite dangerous."

"relax El-z, it went alright."

Looking out the ship, warp drive allowing for across system communication.

"... Regardless, does Mike know you did this?"

"..."

Silence. Complete. Radio silence. Taking a deep breath. She repeats herself.

"Millenia Blackfire. Does your father, Michael BlackFire know of your location?"

And again. Complete radio silence. Before she responded. Quietly.

"... Maybe. "

"... Millie. Where does he think you are right now?"

"... The vacation system."

"... Sorry, I didn't hear that."

".. the vacation system aunt Eleanor."

I could hear the hissing breathing through the radio. Glaring at the console as she repeated in that chilling customer service voice.

"MILLENIUM MELLIE BLACKFIRE. Where are you right now?"

"... The vacation system."

"And if you got hurt on your little expedition?"

"... I'd get my ass whooped by dad."

"..."

"I'm sorry. I'll tell you before I do something stupid."

"... I'm not mad about that. But please tell me you at least made a few contingencies."

"..."

"... I'm going to steal ship and beat your ass if you don't tell me the truth in five minutes."

"... Yes?"

"was it three layers of complexity?"

"... No..."

"So, Millie. Did you plan contingencies."

"... No."

"good night brat."

Click.

[brrambleberry]

Ghost has to attend mandatory therapy, and the receptionist is about as happy to be there as he is.

*In Ghost's opinion, this is an utter waste of time. Of all the horrors and monstrous things he had done in his enlistment, one disobedience was all it took for the higher ups to send him to talk about his feelings. As if they hadn't demanded that he terminate and bury them for nearly 20 years. The other option was prison, and they knew better than to stick him in a cement casket with abusers and scum. So the next best option was to shove him through double doors he had to turn slightly sideways to enter, and into a shitty little waiting room. He walks through the parallel rows of skeletal folding chairs and right up to the tall desk. He's not quite sure who he was expecting to greet him, but it sure wasn't her.*

*A young woman sits on a swivel chair. Her black hair is teased up into a 60's updo, bordering on a mess but it looks good on her. Long sharp nails, like gleaming red apples. A cheeky diamond is inlaid where a beauty mark might sit on her upper lip, and eyes with lashes like a fan neglect him for her computer screen. A name tag reads 'Nettie'.*

Ghost *is quiet, that partly how he got his bloody name, but he knows that she knows he is there. Women generally do, they have a sixth sense for when someone of his size and nature are prowling in the shadows nearby. He's not quite sure what to do in a situation where he needs to draw attention to his own presence.*

Ghost *clears his throat*

Nettie "Yeah I see you there mate, kinda fuckin' hard to miss. Just gimme a sec, I need to flick off this email..."

Ghost *says nothing. His jaw twitches and he shifts himself to keep the exit within sight. This was ridiculous, he couldn't remember the last time he experienced something as civilian as waiting for a pesty receptionist.*

Nettie *pops a bubble with the gum she's been idly chewing. Half-heartedly pushes herself away from the desk, and unfolds her legs to stand.* "Right, why are you here then?"

Ghost *knows that she's expecting details for the appointment, but today has been a drag. The only thing that could make it better was to make it another person's problem.* "I kill people for a living."

Nettie "This is a service for veterans love, you're not going to win any bingos here with that. Who are you here to see?"

Ghost *shrugs and hands her the referral, a strong desire to get this over with as soon as possible.*

Nettie *clips it from his hands quickly. Popping another bubble, she raises an immaculately groomed and arched brow.* "Dr Martin eh? You must have been a very naughty boy."

Ghost *had been idly watching her mouth as it worked the gum. It was driving him a bit mad, something about it was goading. Odd woman to pick for reception, someone as cheeky and infernal as her. His glare snaps back to her eyes at her last sentence. He narrowed them, who the fuck did she think she was talking too?*

Nettie *had already moved on. She moved back to the computer and tapped away. The printer in the corner whirled awake, and she returned with warm, crisp forms printed on the stark white paper clamped to a clipboard.* "Right, I need you to fill these out, shouldn't take more then two or five minutes. I'll find you pen, well, hopefully anyway. You lot always take 'em with you, and now it's a pain in the arse to find one that isn't drier than my nan's crack. Anyway, you can use this one. Please give it back once you're done love, cuz that's my favourite. If you don't, swear on my bleedin' Louboutin's I will hunt you down and pester you till I get it back."

Ghost *takes the clipboard shoved in his direction, remaining silent and quickly scratching through boxes with ticks and answers with monosyllables. This woman is fucking loony. He slides it onto the desk surface, and speaks up for the first time.* "Here, your preferred pen, safe and sound. No need to ransom the rest of my sanity for it."

Nettie *plucks her pen back up and twirls it with a sweet grin.* "Some girls' just wanna watch the world burn, Skelly." *She ends with a playful theatrical wink. It pulls an amused huff from his chest. A corny batman reference is more reassuring than anything he would have expected in this linoleum purgatory.*