#i tried VERY HARD not to go full ramble city

[snickerdoodlles]

texting fics for the fic tropes ask?

somehow A++ and a big fat red F at the same time LOL

okay so like. you may not know this about me, but i love social media fic (ik ik, hold your shocked gasps til the end). i absolutely love epistolary stories in general--i am a huge, huge fan of outsider POV and unreliable narrator tropes, and epistolary stories are so well suited to one or both of these things. epistolary stories put either a very, very narrow telescope on and/or a very broad/vague/heavily filtered overview of a narrative and i love reading between the lines and teasing out the story that way. plus, especially with a lot of neat ao3 works skins (which i...don't use because im lazy 💦), a lot of these stories play with the traditional way to tell a story and explore narratives told through different types of media, often very punchy types of environmental storytelling, and more, which is so cool to me. i'm not even talking about all the ways epistolary fic can play with character voice, and the differences between speaking vs texting, conversation habits across mediums, etc!!

chat fics...sometimes manage the above.

unfortunately though, many also often fall into referential humor traps and like...sitcom storylines (i'm not sure if that made up term makes sense lol). my point though is that some chat fics are really just treated like those incorrect quotes blogs but in a format that can be posted to ao3. and i already have a lot of irritation with incorrect quotes--it's very rare that a genuinely funny joke can just be ripped from its original context and still be funny, and a lot of people use referential humor as a crutch because they're scared of writing their own humor/jokes. but the thing is, the more references you use, the more you isolate and/or narrow your audience because not everyone is going to know what you're referencing; and it's one thing as a reader to skip over one joke you don't recognize, it's another to skip over multiple jokes in a row that make no sense to you. this goes doubly for chat fics that rely primarily on memes, which are esp flavor-of-the-week references whose original context gets lost almost immediately. and then on top of the humor crutch, a lot of these fics forget that like...epistolary stories still have a narrative? they still have a plot? you still have to explain how the characters started talking to each other, why they're still talking to each other, wrap it up in a good end goal, etc. and a lot of fic just...doesn't. i have zero interest in reading a fic that throws everyone into a groupchat with zero regard for how the individual characterizations, just to ramble out a bunch of ill-fitting references with no end goal or point in sight. sighs

so yeah! epistolary/social media/texting/etc fics are almost always the first set of tags i run through when i first enter a fandom tag and i'll often read those first over everything else because when they're done right, they're so. good.

but if there's no explanation to the how or the why, or zero regard to characterization or voice, or too many memes, i'm immediately out and will probably even mute the story so that it's easier for me to navigate the tags in the future 😂

.❤.

send me a fic trope!

[sanjisblackasswife]

Can u pleaseeee do a part 2 to the nanami cam girl fanfiction 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

Part 1 Of Nanami x Cam!Girl Reader Here

Blk!Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Pervert Nanami, Nanami with a voice kink, Idk. Smut fr w some plot.

“Sssshit, yes baby….” Nanami’s voice growled from the back of his throat, his legs beginning to rise as his body tenses for a moment. His groans echoed through his empty apartment, only thing luminating his room was the lights of the city and his phone in his hand.

He threw his head back to land on the headboard, mind feeling a little fuzzy. This orgasm definitely drained him way more than any this week.

Maybe because this particular video he was using to get off was his and only for him.

“I um…i hope that was good for you Mr. Nanami.” She spoke breathlessly holding up the camera above her face as she laid on the fluffy pillows on her bed, eyes were dilated, cheeks flushed despite her skin tone, strands of hair on her forehead. She must have overworked herself this time. She did cum more than usual, as requested of him. “I never came that much, I almost feel embarrassed i couldn’t last as long as I should of.”

“You did amazing, sweetheart.” Nanami thought as she began to ramble a bit….per requested. Her voice was almost the equivalent to an angel through his ears. So soft, feminine and gentle.

Almost the polar opposite of her whiney, loud, slutty voice when she moans his name.

“I never gotten a um…private suggestion and you’ve been…so sweet with your donations I actually was able to get a new camera for it so of course I had to show you!”

“I noticed.” He thought, a faint smirk arising on his face.

“As promised though please do not share this video or post on any other platforms. Please.”

Nanami clicked off the video to give a long sign of relief. Her voice was too cute;

“Please.”

His thoughts still going a mile a minute, “Maybe next time she can beg to cum for me.”

Shaking his head to clear some of his perverted ideas he got up to take a quick shower and put on some new sheets. He actually tired himself out tonight, but he still couldn’t completely fall asleep.

He was tired yes, but everytime he shut his eyes they fluttered back up.

Tossing and turning on his bed he reached for his phone again, maybe another rewatch?

The shame nanami felt watching the streamer was now completely gone, he only watched her anyways and something about her voice always helped him not only get off, but fall asleep.

He remembers hearing a very….perverted conversation with Geto and Gojo about listening to sexual audios when they are too sleepy to watch a video, but too awake to fall asleep.

…It was 7am and honestly Nanami tried to ignore it, but Gojo was so damn loud.

With a moment before reconsidering he reached for his airpods and phone off the dresser again and scrolled through her videos.

This one. This video where she first moaned his first name was soothing

….to him.

Laying on his back, gently allowing the weight of his lids to fall shut he turned up the volume of his phone and just listened to her.

He replayed the video so much he almost can invision what she was doing in the exact moment she was speaking.

Nanami had no intention to touch himself again, just to simply hear her, but how naive of him to think he can listen to the wet sounds of her cunt and her soft moans and NOT have a body reaction.

He felt himself get hard, palming his shaft he rubbed it through his boxers, face getting red from the lewd thoughts he imagined from the video.

Nanami invisioned him on top of her, throwing her pretty thick leg on his shoulder, kissing her ankle to distract her from the full feeling of his tip and a few inches of shaft pushing its way inside her. When she moaned Nanami’s name he imagined that’s exactly how she’d sound the moment he bottomed out.

Without noticing his hand was down his boxers moving his fist at the same pace she was fingering herself.

Nanami wasn’t the type to make A LOT of noise when hes self pleasuring. He’s more vocal when with a woman, but his thoughts almost felt like reality he started to speak to himself as if she was there.

“Goooood good girl, sweetheart. Keep your eyes on me…yesss fuck—-so good taking me in like this….”

He never really got off to just audio before, but somehow with his eyes shut he felt more sensitive and it wasn’t long until he felt close again, but he tried to hold on until til she was as well.

“C’mon baby…just like that cum with me. Yes fuck—-“

It probably would seem embarrassing to see such a big strong man whimpering in his bed alone at the thought of fucking a girl he doesn’t even know, but fuck it he did not care. It felt too good to him

It wasn’t too long until he made another mess. Sucking his teeth he just grumbled to himself knowing he needs to grab a towel, but before he does that, he moves over the table in his phone and clicks “New Message”.

While still coming down from his high, Nanami sends another $200 donation and private message to the pretty streamer stating;

“How much would it be for a private phone call?”

[thecapricunt1616]

Sunflower 🌻

Syd x Carmy one-shot

♡ Summary: A/U where after graduating from the CIA at the top of her class, Syd goes on a food tour in NYC & ends up hooking up with the most talented CDC, at the best restaurant in the world.

♡ W/C: 3,434

♡ Posted Date: 04/12/2024

♡ A/N: This is pure filth I tried adding some plot- I hope it turned out the way I saw it in my head. As always requests are open - for SydCarmy, CarmyxReader as usual! I hope you enjoy :)

♡ Warnings for BTC: Smutsmutsmut nsfw 18+ - Oral (m receiving) , Barely edited bc we die like men.

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

Sydney Adamu had just graduated top of her class at the Culinary Institute of America. She’d been hunkering down with her dad, for a long four years, she was desperate to get out of there. She already had a plan all set up. 

She’d take the last bit of money her grandfather had given her for college, and make a catering business of her very own. It would be dedicated to her parents, (of course) Syd’s hopeless romanticism was thanks to their perfect, beautiful love story of course. She’d known since sophomore year of culinary school - Sheridan Road would be her baby. 

She’d settled on this idea - with any possible odd’s and ends money she’d made during her CIA training - she’d go out for as long as it would last her. She’d learn, study, and observe, then- create her catering business, with the confidence she’d gotten a taste of the very goal she had, a star. Well - three would be absolutely fucking insanity to her- but one? One she felt like if she had it? Her father would believe she was in a real line of work, instead of just happy she was perusing her own happiness. 

It was the perfect plan in her mind. She’d already set aside the amount of money, with extra safety net, for all of the licensures, and documentation she’d need- as well as her commercial kitchen rental she’d make the food out of. Then - with the extra 5k she had left over, she booked a full food tour of the most prestigious, luxurious restaurants in NYC. 

She’d planned the tour 6 months before she graduated, since the 3 restaurants wouldn’t even accept a reservation if it wasn’t made out any later then that, and when she walked the stage, 3 days later she was on the train into the city. 

She’d be staying at a decent hotel for 12 days. Each day, she’d be having one large meal including an app, two main courses, 2 cocktails, and 1 dessert from a Michelin starred restaurant. She would be staying 4 days for 1 star, 4 for 2 stars, and 4 for 3 stars. 

The schedule was as followed; 

Monday - Hirohisa *

Tuesday - Dirt Candy *

Wednesday - The Musket Room *

Thursday - The Red Paper Clip *

Friday - Atera **

Saturday - Jungsik **

Monday - Saga **

Tuesday - Daniel **

Wednesday - Per Se ***

Thursday - Le Bernadin ***

Friday - Masa ***

Saturday - 11 Madison Park ***

When she’d got off at Penn station- she was nearly vibrating with excitement - she quickly brushed passed people grabbing their obnoxious suitcases in the overhead compartments. 

“Sorry! ‘Scuse me! Fuck- shit sorry- exscuse me!!!- whoops! Sorry- scuse me- aah! Ugh- I Didn’t mean to- oop- oh- Jesus!! Excuse me!!” She rambled, frustration building in her chest. Getting off The L wasn’t this hard- why did Amtrak feel worse?!

She took a deep breath, her nose scrunching. 

Mm. So instead of cow shit - smog, I feel at home already. 

She’d thought to herself as she briskly walks with the crowd towards the exit she meant to take onto fifth. 

She slipped her wired headphones into her ears, texting her father 

‘made it!! Love you daddy!!’

Before opening her Spotify, hitting one of her comfort albums, Broken Clocks, as she walked briskly outside - the crisp city air hitting her like a ton of bricks. 

She leaned against the brick of the McDonald’s next door, avoiding the streams of people going down and up the sidewalk, taking a deep breath. She’d not been to New York before, she’d grown up in Chicago- been to the city more times then she can count, but the suburbs were her home. Being in the city- and let alone- a city like Manhattan versus Chicago- she was looking around, trying to gather her wits - and quickly.  She clicked the maps application on her iPhone 7, tugging her umbrella out of the water bottle pocket of her backpack and tucking it under her arm as she typed the address to her hotel and clicking for the walking directions.

It honestly kind of pissed her off that each day’s food was better than the last. She’d wanted to not give a shit about stars and just focus on giving people an experience to remember - but it was cut & dry that now that she’d tasted this kind of food - she was going to do whatever she could to become as talented as the chefs that made it. 

But - she hadn’t even tried the best yet. 

The best, the best, THE best. 

She honestly couldn’t believe she was going to be trying the food from Eleven Madison Park - but she couldn’t help but be so nervous. Every other Michelin starred restaurant she’d been to - the dress code was Formal attire. But this one? THE best restaurant in the fucking world? Oh- they just say on their website ‘many of our guests dress up for the occasion, but we do not have a dress code’  

Her entire trip, She’d been cycling through 2 very different floor length gowns. One of which she wore to her graduation, and the other she’d found at Windsor on sale but it did the job. She didn’t wear luxury attire often, okay? She was too busy being Culinary school for Christ sakes! And tonight she couldn’t for the life of her choose which one she’d wear. 

This being because she was attending a main dining room tasting, which was ten courses. Easy, luxury dining courses were stupidly small. But- she was also trying their bar tasting menu which was an extra four courses. Sitting at a bar in that stupid fluffy dress for two hours would not be comfortable. But- again- best. restaurant. in. the. WORLD!!! 

She knew for a fact that she would be mad at herself if she got there and everyone around was dressed to the nines, but - for comfortability sake she went with the simple silken red gown. 

The front of house service was literally perfect. She was glad she’d brought a new notebook, because she’d never have had enough space to take all the notes she was taking tonight in the one she’d been using the majority of the trip. Their staff was very casually mannered, and they made it very easy to order. Everything was very calm and comfortable, the furniture felt very luxurious in the sense of comfortability. 

After she just had the best meal of her entire life, she knew she had to speak with the person who made it. Her mind was blown for lack of a better word. The food was fucking incredible. She had a rule to keep herself able to taste as much as possible: she was only allowed one bite of each dish, but here- she couldn’t just limit herself to one. Each dish she was taking 2 even 3 bites- but when she got to the sunflower dish? It was brilliant. She finished every bite, she couldn’t not. It would be sinful to waste it. And the only thing on her mind was that she had to talk to the chef who’d made it.

Her waiter comes back to her table, giving her back her card and receipt. 

“Thank you for dining with us this evening, have a wonderful night” he told her 

“Thank you- Um- may I speak with the chef who made the sunflower plate please? I’d like to pay my compliments in person if possible.” She asked hopefully. 

“Of course, that would be Chef Carmen- give me just a moment I’ll go get him for you” he nodded and headed back to the kitchen. She looked over her notes, remembering the questions she’d wanted to ask about the dish. 

Carmen, she wondered if he’d been named after the saint. His talent was surely straight from the hands of the Mother of Christ. 

Shes interrupted from writing in her notebook by a husky, silvery voice 

“Excuse me- I was told you’d like to speak to me, I’m Chef Carmen, I made your sunflower dish this evening.” 

“Hey- I’m Sydney - that dish was- ” she stood up to face him- and when she realized who was in front of her, her heart began to race. Of course, she’d thought, of course - only a JBA contestant could come up with a dish so ingenious.

 “Oh- um…Hi.. Hello- you’re like -” she blinked a few times, in utter shock. “You’re Carmen Berzatto“ She swallowed thickly. 

Sydney was obsessed with this industry- she stalked the JBA website every year to see who would be nominated, dreaming that some day she’d be on that list. Being even nominated would allow her to die happily feeling as if she’d won a fucking Nobel Prize. That was how much she respected those damn awards. 

“I am” he said and cleared his throat nervously. 

“Well- firstly congratulations on your nomination- you like- if it was up to me you’d win because that sunflower dish was-” they’re interrupted by one of the food runners coming over 

“Chef Carmen- Chef Daemon requests you in back of house now.” she said urgently, the girl looked like she was on the brink of tears as she continued taking the tray of food over to the table it was meant for. 

“So sorry, i’d love to hear what you have to say but uh…” he trailed off. 

“Yeah- yeah- sorry, sorry I wont keep you-” she said and he shook his head a bit 

“No- no- um… I mean -” he wouldnt usually be so bold, but his ass was going to literally be kicked if he didnt get back there in the next 5 seconds. “I’m gonna go out for a smoke at 11:15. If you wanted to keep talkin’ ill be there” he said before heading back to the kitchen.

Sydney was nearly shaking - there were so so many things she wanted to ask him. She also realized he was much - infinitely hotter in person - how that was even possible? She remained unsure. She had reapplied her lipgloss and her perfume, nervously pacing back and forth along the sidewalk. 

She hears the back door open and she looked over, out emerging the greek god incarnate she somehow got so lucky as to run in to tonight. “Hey!” she said with her famous warm smile. 

He didnt return it, actually- he looked pissed. She swallowed thickly, rubbing her lips together nervously “Hey - sorry again I uh- fuckin’ boss” he muttered, fishing his cigarettes out of his pocket. 

“No- don’t apologize please, I totally get it. I mean, you're the CDC at literally the best restaurant in the world. I wouldn’t have bugged you if I knew, I mean- my table, like- I’m not a critic..I guess I should have clarified cause of the notebook thing but they usually are more…low key? I thought? Do they usually just come and whip out a notebook? That would make it easier I think… But nonetheless I’m so so grateful to have been able to eat a meal that-“ she rambled on anxiously but he stops her.

“You talk when y’nervous” he said with a small smirk, lighting the cigarette between his lips and inhaling, leaning against the brick.

“Uh-” she stuttered, her face feeling hot suddenly. “Sorry- I’ve uh… i’ve been told” she chuckled a bit, taking a few steps towards him and leaning on the brick only 2 feet or so between them.

“It’s charming, y’smoke?” he offered her the pack with a red top, she looked down at it.

“I don’t- not- not yet anyways” she joked, crossing a slim arm over her waist. He couldn't help but realize how the action made her breasts more prominent. 

“You’re a chef?” he asked, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Yes! Yes- well.. Just graduated, not working anywhere yet- I’m going home soon to try and start my own catering thing…” she explained and he nodded.

“Where’d y’graduate from?” he asked, exhaling the smoke away from her direction.

“CIA - 2 weeks ago, Valedictorian actually, y’not the only chef around here with street cred” she joked and he chuckled.

“Really? Word. Thats sick, good job. Y’said y’re headed home? Where’s that?” he asked, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“Chicago! Can’t wait to get back, Hudson life is… not for me- I forgot how convenient public transportation was” she said. 

He raised his brows in surprise, “Chicago huh? Thats my old home base.” he said 

“I know! You’re actually… really famous did you know that? Like- they talk all about you during lectures, you’re the new golden child of the culinary world” she teased and he rolled his eyes playfully.

They’d been inching closer and closer without realizing throughout the whole conversation, she was now so close that she could see the barely there scar on his cheek, her focus locked on it. His gaze was locked on her plump lips and he was imagining how they’d feel around his cock.

“I do unfortunately - you’ll learn soon enough that praise means being a target in this industry.” He said 

She bit her lip, meeting his striking blue eyes once again. “I really meant to tell you earlier was that sunflower dish was the best meal i’ve ever had. And i’m not just…sucking your dick because you’re you - I knew that before I knew you made it” she laughed a bit.

He followed suit, “Well if you want to- i’m not gonna say no.” he said and her eyes widened a bit, feeling her core pooling with heat at the idea. Of course he was half joking. It was so sudden and out there he would have never expected her to indulge him. 

“I mean- here? What if your boss comes out?” she asked, a bit quieter as if she was trying to assure they’d not be caught.

He nodded towards the row of 12-wheeler trucks parked 50 or so feet away. “Haven’t moved in 6 weeks” he shrugged casually  “Lead the way Chef”  she motioned with her hand, a frisky smirk on her lips.

“Holy fuuuck” Carmy groaned, pushing his cock deeper into her tight hot mouth. “Y’like takin cock like this mmm? Y’like bein’ my little fuckin slut?” he muttered, thumbing away the warm tear that was gathering in the corner of her right eye. “So fuckin’ good f’me-” he growled, moaning at the wet gurgling noises emitting from her.

She swallowed around him, looking up at him with tear-filled dark lustful brown eyes, widening her jaw further and tonguing over the pulsing vein on the underside of his length, gently squeezing his thighs to urge him further. 

“Y’want me t’fuck y’throat? Mmm? Dirty fuckin girl” he gathered her braids into his fist, wrapping them around his palm and roughly tugging her off. 

She whined hotly, the sensation of his rough hand sending waves of pleasure through her being. “Please” she said wantingly, tonguing over his slit before wrapping her lips around the tip of his head in a sensual kiss.

He took his thumb, pulling her jaw open wide and thrusting into her mouth with a satisfied grunt. “Y’know-shhhit y’know what? I think this is the only way t’shut y’ass up? Mmm?” he inhales sharply as she pushed his foreskin back and spit on his exposed sensitive tip.

“Jesus fuckin-” he sharply inhaled through his teeth as she gently grazed her teeth over the sensitive head, his abs clenching in pleasure and hips quivering from the overstimulation “fuckin-h-aaaa-ahhh-mm-shhhhit-jesus fuckin christ” he whimpered, his head falling back against the metal with a sharp bang as she took the flesh into her mouth, flicking her tongue sharply over the weeping tip before smoothly sucking over the buzzing stimulation. He knew if she kept up the act he’d be filling her mouth with his seed within seconds.

“S-sooo fuckin filthy - y’want my cum in y’throat? Mmm? Little fuckin whore- h-holy-oh god- i-” he nearly suffocated her as he buried his cock further down her throat. He reached down, his fingers rubbing along his thick length buried in her warm tight throat. 

“F-fuuuuuck- ah- oh shhh- mmm- thats it- thaaaaaat’s it- good fuckin girl” he grumbled, roughly and sloppily guiding her head in such a way that the noises being made if it weren’t her he would think theyre overdramatic and disgusting. He also didn’t know where the hell all of this talking was coming from. 

Normally in the bedroom, he was quiet. Very quiet. The only way the women he was with knew he’d enjoyed himself was if he even came at all. Sex usually wasn’t about his own pleasure since in the presence of another he found it so hard to get off - it was more about giving him imagery that would help him later in regards to finishing. 

“You are so fuckin good at that huh? You take my cock so well such a good fuckin girl” his jaw goes slack as she put her hands on his hips to steady him and slowly sinks her mouth all the way down to the hilt, her eyes shut in focus. 

She gently rubbed her thumbs over his hips, swallowing around his length in a way that made whimpers fall past his lips he didn’t know he could make himself. “Holy shit y’fuckin- oh- ohhh fuck” he grunts as she takes one of her hands and begins massaging his balls and looking directly into his eyes, pulling off his length to breathe and gently pushing the foreskin back, kissing over the sensitive flesh with her plump lips. 

“You can fuck my face- but deepthroating after a meal like that is pretty hard, id love if I can keep it down” she said, even with spit running down her chin, teary eyes, and swollen lips - she still looked adorable to him. 

“Sorry- sorry” he muttered, loosening his grip on her hair “keep doin’ that fuck yesss” he breathed out as she swirled her tongue around his head. He thrust in and out of her mouth, gradually moving faster but being careful as to not slam into the back of her throat. 

She stroked the bottom half of his length with her other hand, eyes closing and doing her best to swallow around him all the excess saliva that was dripping down her throat. She hollowed out her cheeks, looking up at him as she slowly and carefully sunk down once again, keeping her eyes locked on his. 

“Mmm-shhhit-I’m fuckin-“ he groaned, his knees nearly going weak and head falling back with a thud. Blood roared in his ears, his hands shook slightly from the tension rolling off him in waves. 

She nearly choked at the amount rolling down her throat. She pulled off slightly, swallowing - more like gulping, assuring to hollow her cheeks and swirl her tongue as she pulled off with a pop as to not waste any of the sweet salty mess. 

“You- you- you are fuckin crazy” he breathed, looking down at her. 

She wiped off her mouth, chin, and neck with a tissue she’d kept in her purse before saying “I’d say you’re crazy, “ she got off her knees, picking up the chefs coat he had thrown down for her to kneel on, to which she insided it out before she did so it wouldn’t show any dirt. “If I had that coat? It would never touch the floor” she shook it off carefully. 

He quickly fixed his pants “he’s a friend it doesn’t matter I can always get a new one” he countered, putting the coat back on and buttoning it. 

Her eyes widened “friends?! How the hell did you run into him?!” She asked. 

“You- y’re into fashion ‘n shit?” He asked and she nodded enthusiastically 

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Thom Browne is insane all his shit Is absolute fire. I wish I could afford one of his jackets like- it’s totally a dream wishlist kinda thing” she took some gum out of her purse. 

“When do you uh…go back?” He asked. 

“Tomorrow. Headed to Chicago on Wednesday” she said and he nods. 

“Oh- yeah okay..It was uh…it was nice t’meet you” he said awkwardly “I should probably um..” he trailed off, clearing his throat nervously.

“Totally- yeah great to um…great to meet you too chef.” She nodded 

“Could I um…” he rubs the back of his neck anxiously “could I maybe get y’r…” he trails off, cheeks pink with embarrassment. 

“My number?” She asked, grabbing her phone out of her purse. 

He nodded, cheeks bright red with embarrassment “yeah sorry-“ he mumbled

“Yeah- if I can get yours” she teased, clicking open the blank contact screen

[royboyfanpage]

@devine-fem 's comment on my last original post, I can't believe I've never mentioned how much I love Roy Harper before, I should amend that immediately /j

I love like... everything about him. Roy Harper in the golden/silver ages? Absolute baby, I adore him. He had SO much trust in Ollie, and he was a sweetheart! He was the secretary of the Green Arrow fan club! He had a stamp collection! And even as a small child he was SO unhealthy, like my go to panel is this

Which is literally baby Roy willing to sacrifice his life to save Ollie, baby boy was going into that with FULL belief that he was going to die and he did it anyway and there's SO much I could say about that. I love Ollie, I've defended him in so many situations, but holy shit he raised a child to have issues. But little Speedy Roy was the sweetest thing!!! He wanted Ollie to pick him up ice cream!! He was just a little guy, a little fella!!

And then Snowbirds came along and obviously changed the way Roy was written, it was a major turning point for his character because it was really the comic that initially fleshed him out- before then yes obviously he did have his own distinct personality that differentiated him from the other Titans but at the same time that was VERY clearly a point in which he went from being a traditional child sidekick to being Roy. It gave him his own morals, his own struggles, and his own determination. Remember, Roy made the choice himself to get clean, he wasn't forced into it. Obviously Snowbirds has its problems, it was a PSA written in 1971, but also it was sosososososo foundational in developing who Roy is as a character.

There weren't too many comics featuring Roy between Snowbirds and Lian's birth, but they are also so interesting. I'm pretty sure it's Green Lantern (1960) #100 but also I'm rambling and I'm too drunk to fact check so I'll reblog tomorrow if I'm wrong but there's an issue where Roy goes back to Star City and you can SEE his desperation to be a hero, you can see his determination, and it's so beautifully written and in the epilogue Ollie tries to have a talk with him, tries to make amends after what happened and you'd EXPECT that Roy would take that, that it'd be water under the bridge, but Roy has his own agency and he fucking leaves!!! Because he's not ready to make up with Ollie and he has his own agency!!!

And then the second big turning point in Roy's career is when Lian is introduced, and you can SEE how much of an impact she has on him as a character! At the end of The Cheshire Contract Roy says he thinks Lian is gonna change him and he was right! She does! He goes to Ireland and meets Moira and Buttons (I think those are their names? Again, not fact checking this post) and looks after them and that's the start of his development as the "dad Titan", and he loves Lian so much!!

This panel from Rocks and Hard Places makes me SO emotional because he loves her!!! She's the most important person in his life!!! Plus his relationship with Jade is SO compelling to me, because he loves her and he'll always love her and she loves him too (even if a lot of writers have done their best to make that not the case- I love Jaderoy and I will always love Jaderoy)

And he's also generally such a good guy, I don't have the panel screenshotted and I can't remember the issue but there's that New Titans issue where Kory kills someone and she tries to justify it to Roy and he's just like "you don't need to explain it to me" and I wish his friendship was explored with her more because they had SO much potential as friends.

And then and he's SUCH a good mentor figure, like in New Titans #116 which is my go to issue for anything mentor Roy related because it's SO GOOD! He's constantly trying to wind the kids back to make sure they're okay, telling Terra II to not get too cocky, making sure Grant's okay (and the "yeah no wonder I'm in charge" panel when Grant suggests blowing Gar up is my favourite) and expressing genuine concern when Bart attacks Kyle recklessly and I WISH his relationship with Bart and Terra II had more susbstance because it's so good

Then there's the Arsenal Special which is really the comic which explains WHY he's called Arsenal!!! I've made so many posts about this comic and I love it so fucking much because he fucking takes all those guys out with only shit he can find then takes all their weapons and loads them onto himself while giving a badass monologue which, from memory, goes something like "he thinks I was was sent here to kill his daughters. Well guess what, I have a daughter too. So it all comes down to his daughters or mine. Who gets to think their daddy's a hero, or some thing that crawled out of the dirt. Get it through your head, 'cus it ain't gonna be mine". I love him. I love him so much.

Then there's Teen Titans (1996) #12-15 which I recently made a post about but it's a comic I'm SO greatful to have physical copies of because it's so fucking good for Roy stuff. There's so much on how others percieve him- I love the fab five, but they (well, the boys, Donna wasn't in it because she was mourning Robbie's death) have such a derogatory view of Roy. Like Dick's "he's good but not good enough" and Wally's view of him as not good enough to lead (which is brought up again in Titans 1999 secret files), and the constant references to Roy's addiction in that comic. Then he gets his Green Arrow inspired suit (very Red Arrow of you, late 90s) which he brings on to the Arsenal mini, and his whole fascination with the suit because his biggest dream is being good enough for Ollie, he IS way more than good enough for Ollie which was clear even from the end of Snowbirds but my boy has issues, and then Joto dies because of the explosive arrow he fires which IMO should have fucked him up more than it did but it also absolutely did fuck him up at least in that comic and in the Arsenal mini and there's probably more I could link that too but again, I'm drunk.

And then there's the Arsenal mini. Holy fuck I love the Arsenal Mini. it's so fucking good for like, all his familial relations in the Arrowfam in the late 90s. The flashbacks to Dinah and Roy during Snowbirds and Dinah's "the bravest person I ever met was the one who was flawed" speech, that panel of him resting his head on Dinah's shoulder, the fact that that entire story was fueled by his love of Lian, his talk with Connor about Ollie and how Roy never wanted to be Green Arrow he just wanted Ollie to have asked? It's so fucking beautiful and I love it. And the fact that he WAS gonna team with Vandal to save Lian, he's a father first and a hero second, but he thought about it and decided that there had to be a way to be both and he was right!!! He's so insanely good and I love him, he has a reputation of being a bad boy but he is SUCH a hero it's beautiful.

Then comes Titans '99 which I really can't do justice just talking about. He's so incredible in it it's insane. Like his father/son dynamic with Grant is so beautiful to read, he loves that boy!!! He loves that boy like he's his own flesh and blood and I will take no criticism!!! And his relationship with Donna is so painful to read in that comic because he's such a romantic and even though their relationship was gonna fail from the beginning because of the nature of it and because of Donna's reasons for it he still kept on it because he loved her!! He loves her so so much that he's willing to have his own heart broken for her and good god my boy is unwell. Plus it's the peak for Roygarth, their relationship in it is so great and their talk in issue 16 is amazing and I love it, plus Roy's genuine heartbreak at the possibility of Garth being dead just gets me. And while it's overshadowed by Outsiders, there is a lot of Dickroy potential in Titans 1999, Dick being so loving towards Lian with the "yumyumyumyum" panel in issue 1 and him generally just being one of the closest people in Roy's life, plus Roy being one of the only people who are willing to actually call Dick out on his BS and that being the thing that breaks that out of purgatory? Chefs kiss

And who would I be without mentioning Green Arrow 2001. I'm tired now so I'm not gonna talk about Archers Quest but I can't not talk about Boys Night Out because!!! He's so good in it!!! His speech to Connor that sounds SO much like a coming out acceptance speech, taking Connor to a bookshop despite his own boredom because he wants Connor to have a good time, the brotherly teasing while Connor's driving, him calling Connor out and supporting sex workers, him protecting Connor... it's the perfect issue. Anyone who hasn't, please read Green Arrow (2001) #32, it's so fucking good I promise.

And finally (and I mean finally as in I cba to talk about Red Arrow because I'm getting sleepy), Outsiders which is. So fucking good. Oh my god. Like him forming a team just to help support Dick through Donna's death, the fact that once again he's underestimated but this time Dick stands up for him, him getting shot and getting PTSD because of it (Oursiders 2003 #11 love of my life), everything that happens in this run is SO FUCKING GOOD AND I LOVE ROY HARPER!!! And for once he actually stands up for himself when he's called a junkie!!! He punches Dick in the face!!! As he fucking should king!!! And issue 45 (I think?) Is the best because it's. So good for him and Lian. His protectiveness over her, his love for her, and her being able to see when he's not okay. Beautiful outstanding and incredible.

In conclusion I LOVE Roy Harper because he's the best dad in the world, he loves everyone so much and will never stop, and he's just. Such a good person. I love him. I love him a lot.

[cornflowershade]

as mentioned, the footage I got of GemFourth and PondPhuwin today!!! 💕 (yes my phone quality sucks in low light/on zoom but i'm posting this for my own joy and memories primarily <3) the beginning and end has the clearest stuff bc they were standing closer there :) full screen on a laptop will give the clearest view! ANYWAY IT WAS LITERALLY SO AMAZING TO SEE THEM!! i was smiling so hard the whole time and the energy of everybody excited to see them was super fun 🥺 They were like. Right there??? Real?? (And yes, just as lovely in person.) Honestly I wasn't even sure if I'd be able to see them by showing up outside an invite-only fashion show event but I'm so glad I tried because I DID and I was so thrilled!! <3 It felt so cool 😭 Like they were here! In my country! In a city that feels like home! In front of my eyes!

The closest area to the walkway was super crowded with a bunch of ppl climbed up onto this metal structure thing(?) which I was able to get in front of at the very end, but in order to have a good view when they were on the boat, I stood on top of a stone table lol. I met a girl with an Eclipse hat at the event and she joined me up there—it was fun to have someone to talk to and make comments with. (At one point she was like 'wish we could get their attention' and then we joked that we should just blare Hit Me Up lmao.) Also the vid is so blurry and idk if it really caught it, but when Gem waved from the boat he started out in our direction (which had far less people, none of them waving or yelling) right after I started waving widely his way?? so I'm gonna pretend he waved at me because I'm like 95% certain that he did, especially since his eyes were pointed more table-level and not ground-level at the start. Maybe I'm delusional but I'm gonna let myself have that and trust the HD that was my eyes 😂

Later Fourth waved at the group where a bunch of ppl (including me) were standing which was very sweet and I was happy to have somehow climbed very close to the front. Speaking of which, Fourth is so smiley! Also very cutely small. (Definitely theorizing he’s lying about his height haha.) Also all 4 were closest to me at the very end and I was so hyped about that but my phone DIDN'T RECORD IT?? So uh. rip. But regardless. It was such a special adventure getting there and then seeing them and experiencing the whole vibe. This was such an amazing evening I'm !! <333

and then i freaked out all over again when I got home and told my mom because I was like "omg i've literally vidded all 4 of them before and now I saw them??" which threw my brain for another loop hahaha. Anyway now i want to go to a fanmeet someday even MORE like CAN YOU IMAGINE. ok enough rambling gn y'all

[obscuregenderenvy]

No Man (But You): Additional scene

Peter had had a long day, and if he was honest with himself he did not want to patrol later. He was so tired he didn't even notice the person occupying his couch when he got home, or the fact that the door that was broken only last night was now fixed perfectly.

He actually has his shirt half over his head and covering his eyes before the intruder makes himself known.

A wolf whistle and a shout.

"Woo! Petey I didn't know you were shredded under that nerdy little outfit!" Wade, his neighbor, was apparently in his apartment.

Peter quickly shoves his shirt back down to cover himself, face red in embarrassment and anger.

"Wade!?" Peter's glare could level cities, but Wade just laughs and lounges back further into Peter's couch. "What are you doing here?"

"I broke the door, I fixed the door." Wade's smile is contagious even with how dead on his feet Peter is.

"Oh- I... Thank you." Peter doesn't know what else to say so they just stare in silence for a moment.

In that moment Peter realizes he's probably not getting a choice in going on patrol or not because Wade is very hard to get rid of normally but after last night he doubts Wade will accept any reason Peter would give for him to leave. His head throbs and an aura forms in the corners of his vision. He tries to adjust glasses that he hasn't needed since the spider bite, managing to just poke himself between his eyes.

"Mhmm, now would you please sit down before you pass out." Wade's voice is suddenly serious and Peter watches the world fisheye for a second before Wade is snatching him by the arm and pulling him towards the couch.

Peter lands roughly, his face pressed into the thread bare pillows that line his couch and one leg twisted oddly.

"Hey!" His protest is eaten by the couch, he lifts his head and glares at Wade.

"You were going ghost Danny," Wade jokes then looks at Peter with full seriousness. "When did you eat last?"

"Uh? I definitely had breakfast." Peter thinks he did at least.

"I doubt you had one good enough to make up for the blood loss. Which I cleaned up that stain, and the others. Which I would love an explanation on that seemed like a lotta blood Bambi." Wade's rambling just picks up as Peter walks away from him, his plan is to search through the kitchen and try to come up with a plan.

He needs to find a way to cancel on Deadpool without Wade seeing him. Keeping his secret identity is going to be an issue if Wade decides to be a permanent fixture in his life. Even though his intentions are sweet, he doesn't realize how much of a problem he's being for Peter.

"Hello! Earth to Peter? Calling Moon Man!" Wade's voice breaks through the whirlwind thoughts.

"Huh?" Peter stops and turns to look at Wade.

"I said I ordered a pizza, figured you'd be back by now." Wade frowns and waves a hand at Peter, gesturing come here. With out thinking Peter returns to the couch.

Wade grabs his arm again but the pull is expected and more gentle this time. Peter allows his neighbor (friend?) to pull him down next to him. Wade casually drapes an arm over his shoulders and knocks their heads together softly.

"So brown eyes, let's watch a movie while we wait!" Wade acts like they do this all the time, like Peter knew he would be here and have food on the way.

It's too much for his tired brain, so he just goes with it. He lets Wade prattle on about nothing while looking through his DVD collection until the knock on the door signals the pizza's arrival.

Wade insists on Star Wars so they watch that while they eat, eventually Wade gets up to use the bathroom and Peter uses that moment to use Spider-Man's phone to text Deadpool that he's staying in tonight. Only to see he already received a text from DP already saying the same thing. Well he actually said something far more vulgar than Peter would have but whatever.

By the time they finish the movie Peter is over tired and almost loopy from it. When he felt it coming on he tried to kick Wade out but it didn't work. Wade just amped up the jokes. When Peter tried to wrestle him off the couch he ended up in a head lock he would need Spider Strength to get out of so he relented and let Wade put on the next movie.

They settle back in and Peter doesn't mean to but he ends up with his head resting on Wade's shoulder. The weirdly familiar smell of gunpowder and leather soothing him in a way he can't even admit to himself. The last coherent thought he has before falling asleep on Wade's shoulder is that he should go to bed but that Wade was so warm and so comfortable.

When he wakes up in bed in the morning still wearing his clothes from the day before he's confused for a long time until he gets a vague memory of Wade carrying him to bed and then leaving last night. He was surprised the other man was willing to care for him like that. It has been a long long time since Peter had someone tuck him into bed sleeping.

He's thinking it over when there's the sound of a key in his door, that sends him shooting out of bed and grabbing his baseball bat in seconds. He sets his feet and ignores the twinge in his arm from his slash wound.

When the door finally swings open to reveal Wade standing there, key in hand, looking at least somewhat embarrassed.

"Oh, you're up!" Wade's moment of guilt is quickly washed away with a smirk.

"Why do you have a key?" Peter lowers the bat but doesn't put it away. This guy can say all the right things all he wants. He can tuck Peter into bed or whatever, but he's drawing a line here- so help him.

"I figured it would save me from shelling out for another door in the future pretty boy. But if property damage is your thing who am I to deprive you!" Wade wags his hairless eyebrows at Peter. Startling a laugh from deep in his chest.

"Why would you need to break my door down again?" Peter switches the bat from hand to hand, the pros and cons of letting this happen screaming through his still groggy brain.

"I won't. I have a key now," he continues to grin at Peter.

"Knock first."

"Never gonna happen." Wade finally enters the apartment. "But I can respect the deadbolt."

Peter eyes the other man carefully. It's not like Peter couldn't handle him if he needed to, it's just the whole secret identity thing that makes this not okay. For some reason he does trust Wade. A little at least.

"C'mon Parker I swear it's just for emergencies. What if you get locked out!"

"You'll respect the deadbolt?" He's so hesitant about this, but his Spidey Senses remain quiet so this can't be too bad an idea. Right?

"At first!" Wade holds a hand up like a boy scout swear, but he crosses his fingers and smiles. Peter just narrows his eyes before placing the bat back in its not hiding place.

[girlystories]

⋆¸*ೃ Bittersweet

— pairings: various ninjago x female/runaway/slightly depressed reader

Summary: you run away from your abusive and controlling parents, only to almost be killed in the middle of nowhere. mysteriously miraculously you manage to avoid them alive, and stumble upon two amazing siblings who save your life. Additional warnings: very small depictions of sa, depictions of blood. Words: 4k

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Chapter 1: Saved

[Name] ran. Trails of tears down her cheeks as her steps became more and more weak, heavy breathing escaping her gritted teeth. As she looked behind her, the ground disappeared for a moment as she lost her balance, falling sharply on the dirt below her. 

The steps behind her became closer and closer. Her eyes widened as her veins filled with terror. They were behind her. She could see their frame from the shadow in front of her. Hearing mischievous laughs, she turned her head around -- something she immediately regretted. 

A group of men were looking at her up and down, not taking their eyes off her. At first, [Name] tried to ignore it, as she was simply walking around Ninjago city. There wasn't any possibility people would follow her there, right? How naive she was. And now she had to pay for her stupidity. After [Name] made her way outside of the city, in the middle of nowhere, she felt her heart sink when she realized they were in fact following her. 

Without no other option, she ran. There wasn't any certainty she would even reach a place to hide. She was in the middle of nowhere, after all. To her luck, [Name] noticed a village ahead. But before she could even reach it, she tripped. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

The men only rambled to each other, deciding who would go first and laughing without paying any mind to [Name]'s terror. Instead they kicked her on the stomach. Hard. She choked out in pain, the oxygen leaving her lungs, not even giving her the second to resist. Hauling at her, each grabbed a limb. 

[Name] writhed and struggled, failing under their grasp, trying to bite any hands to somehow let herself free. Their grasp only tightened, and she let out a cry. As one guy hovered over her he grabbed her face, bringing it close. 

"Just stay still, bitch. Unless you want this to end up much much worse." 

Tears filling her round eyes, her body went into fight-or-flight mode. Her right leg slipped out of the guy's hold, kicking the man in front of her in the face. Grunting he stumbled backwards. He wiped his hand on his nose, revealing a train of blood on his fingers. Gritting his teeth he gave [Name] a fiery glare. 

"I see you want to do this the hard way." 

He grabbed a pocket knife out of his pocket, and as [Name] was about to kick him again, he managed to land a cut on her. She let out a cry, shutting her eyes. The man grabbed her by the hair, bringing the pocket knife close to her neck. 

"That's what you get for fucking kicking me in the face," he hissed. 

[Name] took this opportunity and headbutted him in the forehead. Bad idea. She now had a massive headache and felt her mind becoming hazy. 

"Augh- Fucking bitch!" The man had enough, and slit the knife to [Name]'s hip. She screamed, as the pain ran throughout her whole body. 

She layed on the ground, her lazy eyes gazing at the full moon. Oh, how pretty it looked. The pain seemed to vanish and she only felt a warm sensation. She didn't care about anything anymore. She gave one last glance at the familiar moon, before her eyelids gave in. 

 

   When she woke up she was greeted with a wave of shock. She hadn't died, yet. [Name] pushed herself up the ground, and looked around. Her eyes shot open as she observed the men laying in a pool of blood. Their own blood. [Name] took a shaky step back, her mind spinning with confusion. They can't be dead, right? A moment ago they were... 

Suddenly remembering her wound she gently pressed her hand on her hip. As her fingers touched the open cut she hissed in pain. She lifted her shirt up, taking a look. The wound looked open and pretty deep, but for some reason the bleeding had stopped. Her mind hurt as she was becoming confused more and more by the second. 

The moon still reflected a light and the stars were shining brighter than before. With slow steps, [Name] continued the way to the village she saw before. She could see it from the distance, but it wasn't as far as it seemed. 

Taking a look back, she eyes the motionless men on the dirt, as she feared they might suddenly get up and chase after her again. She had the urge to break out, to cry and yell. But instead she felt numb and just... tired. 

Finally she reached a shop. It was closed, since it was midnight, but she could still make out the sign saying: "Four Weapons Blacksmith shop". She ignored her mind telling her to just ran back home. She couldn't. Especially in this state. She was unsure if the people would even help her. She was an utter mess. Her hair was messy, her clothes slightly torn apart, and her eyes were swollen and red. Not only that, but she was covered with brushes, and a wound visible through her shirt. 

She knocked the wooded door with a weak arm. There was silence and she could feel her anxiety increasing. She knocked again. 

"Who the hell knocks at this hour...", a male voice grumbled while opening the door. [Name] couldn't identify the figure in front of her, but she could make out their irritation through their voice. "We're clos-", their eyes widened in shock at the sight infront of them, and [Name] lost consciousness as she fell on the young boy's arms. Seems like she lost a lot of blood. 

"Hey! Are you okay?!" 

Words of concern could be heard from the distance, but only seemed to fade more and more away. 

   [Name] woke up she was greeted with daylight hitting her eyes from the window. She had a dry throat, due the constant screaming and crying. Her hair was way messier than before and she was sweaty. Did she have a nightmare? She couldn't remember. Mumbling at the noisy sun making her squint her eyes, [Name] pulled off the covers. Instead of standing on her legs, she lost balance, immediately falling on the wooded floor with a "thumb" echoing through the house. 

"Ugh, fuck, that hurt..." she grumbled.

Just then quick steps could be heard and someone opened the door. "Are you okay?", a young girl (almost the same age as her) helped [Name] up and sat her on the matress. She had tanned skin and black short hair with bangs a bit above her dark brown eyes. 

"You shouldn't walk yet. You've lot too much blood. I suggest you rest until you fully recover." 

"Was my wound that bad?"

"Well... it doesn't seem like you're bleeding now so, I'm sure after a few days you'll be fine!" The girl thought for a moment. "Oh! I was just about to serve you some food. Y'know, to regain your strength easier!" 

"You don't have to. I'm sorry for troubling you! Letting me stay for the night is enough", [Name] said but she ignored her. 

"Don't be ridiculous! You're not troubling us at all. Just wait a moment", she made her way out the door and to the kitchen and in no time came back with a bowl of soup. 

As [Name] wrapped her palms around the warm bowl, the scent made its way inside her nostrils as steam hit her face. She gave the girl a look of hesitation. Could she really eat that? 

"Go right ahead! Despite not being as good as a chef, I consider my cooking pretty average." 

[Name] grabbed the spoon and took a sip. The warm liquid clearing her dry throat. She felt like she hadn't eated in days. She hummed, licking her lips, placing a smile on her face. 

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nya!", she smiled. 

[Name] swallowed her food before telling Nya her name, before continuing to finish the soup. She didn't want to seem rude, but oh man she was so hungry. 

"So... I don't really want to pry but, what happened? Were you attacked?" 

[Name] stopped herself from eating, eyeing Nya hesitantly. Just then, the door opened again. This time revealing a boy, looking a bit older than Nya. He had brown spiky hair, his eyes resembling Nya's. His brown apron covered his white shirt and red colored pants. "She's awake?" 

"Yeah, woke up just a moment ago."

[Name] didn't know what to say and rubbed her hands together. Instead, Nya covered for her, revealing her name instead. 

"Oh nice to meet you [Name]! I'm Kai," he grinned but immediately changing his expression. "I was pretty confused when I saw you looking that beated up! At first I wondered why would anyone knock someone door in midnight." 

"Kai, shut up," Nya groaned at his mumbling. "I was just asking about what happened to her. [Name], please continue."

"I...", [Name] felt her heart beating faster as her mind relapsed the occurrence from the night before. "I was attacked by some men", she swallowed, her eye looking anywhere but their gazes. "At first I didn't think much of it, but then realized they where following me... Then, they..." she trailed off, looking down. 

Nya's and Kai's eyebrows lowered.

"They... grabbed me limb by limb and then...", she felt tears filling her eyes and her lip trembling. 

"You don't have to say anything else", Nya reassured her, placing an arm on [Name]'s shoulder. 

[Name] took a few breaths to calm herself down. "One of then stabbed me and I thought I died, but when I woke up I saw them... motionless." 

"As in... dead?", Kai asked. 

"I don't know...", her arms clenched the sheets, her voice becoming now shaky. "B-but, I swear I didn't do anything! I was unconscious one moment, the next I saw them.. just laying there..." 

Kai and Nya went in silence for a moment as they gave each other a look. "Maybe someone saved you?", Kai suggested. 

"But why would they leave her there then?" Nya unsurely said. 

"I don't know? Maybe he was a hero or something? Isn't that what heros do?" 

"Don't be ridiculous, Kai. Heros don't exist." 

"You don't know that!", Kai protested. 

[Name] eyed them with fear. Will they believe she killed them and is running away from the police? Are they going to turn her in? Or just kick her out, letting her to die on the road?

"Please believe me!" 

Their eyes looked at [Name]'s round ones. Nya then gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. We believe you."

"Yeah, you can also stay here as long as you like!" 

Nya rolled her eyes. "I knew you would say that."

"What?!" he snapped. 

"Nothing, nothing!" she waved an arm towards him. "Don't resist asking us for help or anything, okay? We wouldn't go anywhere either, so." 

[Name] nodded in response. Nya looked at the empty bowl, still in her arms and let out a chuckle. "I think I'll be taking this." She took the plate and told Kai to check [Name]'s cut as she made her way back to the kitchen. As Kai took the covers off, [Name] noticed that her bloody clothers were replaced with a new pair of clean ones. Underneath, bandages were wrapped around her hip. 

Kai looked at her wound, before his concerning eyes met hers. "Do you mind if I...?" 

"Do what you must", she nervously replied. This wasn't the time to become flustered. He was just inspecting her cut to treat it. Nothing else. 

He nodded at her and slightly lifted up her shirt. [Name] did her best to ignore her red face as his face came closer to her, inspecting her wound. The white bandages were now turned to a dark shade of red. Kai carefully cut them and threw them in a nearby trash bin. [Name] hissed in pain as he cleaned the deep cut, and he quickly apologized before wrapping new bandages around her hip. 

"There, better. Sorry if it was too painful."

"No, it's completely fine! You're just looking after me", [Name] reassured him.

"Alright!", Kai beamed. "Do you need anything? Perhaps another pillow? Or some tea?" 

[Name] waved her arms towards him. "No no! I'm completely fine. Really... thank you. You've already done so much for me." 

"It's nothing," he said with a smirk before he paused for a moment. "But, really, when you fell into my arms I was so shocked, I didn't know what to to." 

"I'm sorry", [Name] lowered her head. 

"I'm glad you manged to get a away safe." Kai placed an arm on her shoulder. "You can stay here as long as you like. I'll leave you rest." 

[Name] nodded with a shy smile. 

Kai then made his way to the door, making sure to give [Name] a sheepish smile before leaving.

   Time passed relatively quick, with [Name] now being able to walk, only feeling pain from now and then. She insisted on helping them with chores but they never let her overdo herself. She got to know them better too. They told her stories about their childhood and how their parents left them when they were young. Because of that they had to look after each other. She couldn't imagine how'd that feel. Especially with her experience with her parents. At least they had each other. They also shared how their neighbors had to take care of them for a while, and many stories of the torture Mrs Brownmiller had to endure. She kind of envied their relationship, since she never had, since she was an only child. 

One faithful evening, Kai and Nya were working at the shop, while [Name] was dusting every single corner she could find, and also organizing any necessary equipment. There weren't many customers coming at this hour, so Kai was mending new armour and weapons. 

"To forge the perfect weapon, you first need the right metal and plenty of heat. Cool it off... and Presto!" Kai dumped the sword into the water before lifting it up. "Aww..." He trailed off in disappointment as his sword got tangled up. 

"You made it too quickly, Kai. Be patient. If father was still here, he'd say..." Nya said. 

"I know... no matter how much fire you have, experience isn't something you learn overnight. That may work for you, Nya, but I'm gonna be a better blacksmith than dad ever was." Kai interrupted Nya. 

[Name] chuckled while swiping the flour. "Practice makes perfect! At least it's better than yesterday", she joked and Kai eyed her an annoyed look. 

An old man entered the shop. He stopped his steps, taking a look around before humming. "Your metal is loud and heavy. Useful to slow one down. Useless in the art of stealth. All tool for a samurai, but nothing for a ninja?" 

All three shared the same look of surprise. A ninja? 

Kai approached the old man with furrowed brows. "Ninja? Huh, you're a long way from finding a ninja in these parts, old man. And the shop is called "Four Weapons," not "For Browsing". Either buy something or go pedal your insults somewhere else." 

The man hummed again, this time letting out a laugh. "Hmm...too bad. Thought I'd find something special here", he turned around and left, with the help of his bamboo stick. 

[Name] shared a look of anticipation with Nya before continuing her sweeping. Nya motioned Kai to show the man around and he sighed in irritation. Gosh he hated costumers like these. 

"If it's something special you're looking for, Let me sh-" he cut himself off, his eyes searching for the old man. To his surprise the peculiar stanger was no where to be seen. 

"What is it?", Nya asked. 

"...He was just... Forget it." 

[Name] let out a sigh, before looking at the clock. "I think we should take a break, no? I'm honestly pretty hungry." 

Nya smiled, opening her mouth before Kai interrupted her again. "Hey, what's that?", he asked, motioning at the hill ahead. 

The two girls' glazes followed where Kai's finger is pointing, seeing a group of skeletons riding... a motorcycle? 

"What are they?", Nya asked. 

[Name] squinted her eyes, trying to make out the scene in the distance. "They look like... skeletons?", her voice sounding uncertain. 

Kai already wearing a chest plate, put on a helmet. "I don't know. You both stay back." he stated before grabbing a sword. He started fighting the skeletons when one of them suddenly bit his leg. "Ow! Bite this!" he kicked the skeleton's head away. 

Nya quickly grabbed a bamboo stick and placed a hand on [Name]'s shoulder. "You're still badly hurt, so stay back. We'll protect you!" 

[Name] nodded her head almost instantly went back inside the house. She decided to just take a look from the window, holding the broomstick close for comfort.

As two skeletons got distracted, Nya sneaked up from behind them and knocked them down. Kai snapped his head at her. "I told you to stay back!" 

"And what? Let you have all the fun?" 

They both continued fighting the skulin, dismembering them and easily knocking them down. They didn't notice, though, two skeletons sneaking inside the shop. [Name] instantly froze in place. As they looked around, it's not surprising their eyes found her terrified expression. They both shared a look before one of them grabbed her. She shrieked, randomly swinging the broomstick but also managing to lay some hits on him. "Let me go!" 

"Ow ow! Stop that!" the skeleton said, still holding on [Name]. "Nuckal, a little help here!" 

The other skeleton rolled his eyes, tying [Name] with a rope. "Kruncha, can't you do anything on your own?" 

"Of course I can! I always do all the work while you just do nothing. You're basically useless!" 

"That's not true! You're useless!", Nuckal snapped and hit the other skeleton. This escalated to the both skulin hitting each other, accidentally knocking the shop's front sign. On the back of the sign was a map to which [Name] couldn't make out. 

The two skulin stopped tussling, letting out a gasp. "The map!" 

They both chuckled and left with the map. Did the literally forget about [Name] even being there? She let out a scream for help. After she realized Nya and Kai hadn't heard her she groaned. She got up and bring her back to a sword. Somehow she took hold of it and with difficulty cut the ropes. Guess she didn't need the help of Kai and Nya then. 

She ran outside, trying to find any way to help her friends. She saw Kai knocked down, about to be finished off by a skuli with four arms. Just then, out of nowhere a flash of tornado appeared attacking the skulin.

The skulin kept his balance, bringing his swords for defense. "Sensei Wu! Your Spinjitzu looks rusty." 

The light disappeared, revealing the old man from before. "Nothing like bone to sharpen its edge, Samukai." 

[Name] quickly went to her friend's side, who was still knocked down. "Kai! Are you hurt?" 

"Yeah, I'm alright..." 

Samukai took notice of they defenseless position, an idea immediately coming to mind. With an evil ckuckle he threw one of his swords on a water tank's support leg. As it's falls apart the water aims towards [Name] and Kai. 

"Oh no!" [Name] tried to drag herself and Kai out of there but was too slow. 

"Ninja Go!" The old man used the same move from before, quickly taking the two teenagers out the way, saving them at the last minute. 

Samukai quickly retreated back to his skull truck. "Lord Garmadon says take the girl in the red!" 

"Lord Garmadon?" the old man breathed out in shock. 

The skulin ckuckled, lancing something from their truck which grabbed Nya. 

"Nya!" the two teenagers shouted as the skulin retreated. 

"They took Nya..." Kai murmered, a tint of sadness in his voice. 

"I told you," the old man hit his head with his bamboo stick. "Useless." 

Kai groaned. "Arrgh! You could've done something! You could've used your… Twistitzu or your-" 

"Spinjitzu!" 

"But you did nothing! I'm going to get my sister back!" he snarled, taking off. "[Name] , are you coming or not?" 

"Is that even a question?" [Name] said, not particularly expecting an answer before following him. 

"Where they go, a mortal cannot. That was Samukai, king of the Underworld. And if it's true that he's carrying orders for Lord Garmadon, then I fear things are much worse than I ever thought." Sensei Wu adviced.

Kai stopped his tracks, spinning around to look at the man, one brow raised. "Lord Garmadon?! Underworld?! What's going on?! What do we have that's so important to them?! And why would they take my sister?!" 

"What's so important? How about everything in Ninjago itself?" Sensei Wu said. "Long before time had a name, Ninjago was created by the First Spinjitzu Master, by using the Four Weapons of Spinjitzu: The Scythe of Quakes, the Nunchucks of Lightning, the Shurikens of Ice, and the Sword of Fire. Weapons so powerful, no one can handle all of their power at once. When he passed away, his two sons swore to protect them, but the oldest was consumed by darkness and wanted to possess them. A battle between brothers broke out, and the oldest was struck down and banished to the Underworld. Peace returned, and the younger brother hid the weapons, but knowing his older brother's relentless ambition for power, he placed a guardian to protect them. And for fear of his own demise, a map for an honest man to hide. That honest man was your father. The older brother is Lord Garmadon. And I need to find those weapons before he does."

"You're the younger brother?", [Name] chimed in, placing two and two together. 

"Then you came here for the map?" Kai asked. 

Sensei Wu shook his head dismissively. "No. I came for something greater: you." he placed his bamboo stick on Kai's shoulder. "Since my brother cannot enter this realm, it's obvious he has struck a deal with Samukai. If he were to collect all four weapons, even I would not be able to stop him again. But you, you have the fire inside. I will train you to harness it. Use it. Become a Spinjitzu Master."

"A Spinjitzu Master?" 

Kai wasn't convinced by the way he looked at the man in disbelief and slight irritation, as he was wasting his time. "Look, I'm flattered you think I'm all that, but I gotta save my sister! I'm not getting involved in your sibling rivalry." he started walking away, grabbing [Name]'s hand. 

They didn't get far when Kai suddenly fell down as Sensei Wu knocked him down. [Name] gasped in shock, as the man laughed. 

"Haha. Clunky mule. You are not even ready to face my pinky toe. If you want to get your sister back, you must control the fire that burns inside. Only when you become a Spinjitzu Master, will you be able to face… Lord Garmadon." 

Kai grunted before giving up. He gave [Name] a look, searching for her own opinion on this. She quickly understood and nodded. "I think he's right. He did save us back there. You should listen to him." 

The boy sighed. "Okay. Then when do we start?" 

©girlystories ©girlystoriess

[ennissg]

If nobody else asked them yet 3 and 8 for the asks?

I got the exact 3 and 8 ask for A’mos but since you didn’t specify which durge I’m gonna ramble about Dr. Vrach this time if that’s ok, I just think about both of them a lot🙏

Based on this ask. (also ty for creating it! And additionaly thank you for making it not romance specific!) While this is technically durgetash I wanna specify that it is strictly platonic between these two. Tho, I’d argue this doesn’t make their bond less unhinged. It might make it worse actually?

3. What did Durge think of the little wannabe Tyrant at the beginning? Someone competent or someone who tries really quite hard?

For this I hc they met way before Gortash even became a banite, before he was sold to Raphael even. Dr. Vrach never forgets a face, just like he never forgot the face of a certain lower city cobbler’s kid who tried to pickpocket him once but got away bc he couldn’t snatch a child in broad daylight with multiple witnesses, nor could he be bothered, when he wants to keep appearances as a well-meaning doctor. 

He is getting into his 120s when they meet a second time, both being a wizard and a demigod he was able to extend his lifespan way above what an average human has and he has full intent on going as long as he needs to bring his father’s rule and achieve lichdom himself. So, when he sees Gortash again, 10-15 years later, having successfully resurrected the cult of Bane in Baldur’s Gate and strolling over to the living(for now) flesh and blood of Bhaal for an alliance? Oh, he was intrigued to say the least. A man forged in the hells, fostered by tyranny, with an unstoppable drive for progress and absolutely no limits as to what is ethical  - what a terrifying combination for a human to have. What an amazing opportunity to observe this brilliant mind, he would’ve dissected his brain if it didn’t kill him instantly, too. He saw so much potential in Gortash, potential he could help him realize. Dr. Vrach instantly became invested in his work, he wanted to become his mentor, to teach him how much more death he can bring into this realm if he only had more knowledge.

And Gortash, finally getting that older nurturing figure in his life? Finally getting his talents not only recognised but encouraged and cultivated? Yeah, he didn't get an assassin for hire, he got a free uncle who's always elbow deep in gore and likes to call ghouls his "colleagues".

8. Both Gortash and Durge are sadistic little gremlins, so when it comes down to it, who's better at torture? And did they make a competition out of it?

Absolute torture olympics at the Iron Throne all day every day for these two. And, unfortunately, no judge survived to keep the score but it is definitely in Dr. Vrach’s favour. He is always up for “research” and there is no end to lucky participants in his very ethical humanoid trials™ as well as his lifetime experience as a necromancer and a self proclaimed medical professional. Sometimes he’d like to see how many organs a person really needs to stay alive, sometimes he’d try to turn someone’s skin inside out all in the name of curiosity of course. It's edutainment to him. Magic certainly helps to keep them alive longer, he’s not interested in seeing the limit of an average person, he wants to see the limit. Period. How much can one’s body endure before its soul is released to the Gods? How far can you go past organic matter? It was a regular Unit 731 when they got together. 

There isn’t much of a difference between Dr. Vrach’s research and torture though, so it’s hard to tell at times.

[miraakulous-cloud-district]

WIP whenever

Hello, everyone! I know updates are very slow, but life is absolutely draining me of my writing mojo most days. But!!! I did some writing, just in time for it to still count as a WIP Wednesday! And I've been tagged by the lovelies @bostoniangirl21 and @sheirukitriesfandom Thank you very much for the tags and for keeping me motivated with them <3!!! I must say that working on ch. 17 of WYGTYA is hard because it's by far the most serious, angst-filled thing I've written so far :(((

I'll tag @dirty-bosmer @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @illumiera @thelavenderelf @blossom-adventures @nerevar-quote-and-star only if you want to participate, of course <3 <3 But enough rambles! I will share a bit from both fics under the cut! WYGTYA feels and banter with another appearance from that mysterious Akaviri swordsman in HOTHS! Enjoy!

Wherever you go, there you are, chapter 17:

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The noise of the city was still dim, the people of the port already tuning in to either a night of much-needed sleep or raucous drinking at the taverns, and so the port is quiet, peaceful, the only sounds filling the air are the soothing waves of the Sea of Ghosts and the distant noises of the city ahead of them. Blacklight. Full of its magical charm and dancing lights and colourfulness. Ravonna’s steps falter because the air smells like home once again: it is not damp and moist like Black Marsh, nor is it the warm and flowery smells of Cyrodiil, nor the harsh, cold, yet fresh air of Skyrim. It smells like ash and sea salt and flavored tobacco from shishas and that distinct smell of cloth paint that Dunmer use. She can hear the faint hum of Red Mountain, the distant bards singing in taverns, the loud laughter of the people in the city and the soft, hushed giggles of sailors who cannot sleep but don’t want to wake their crew up and they’re all so frustratingly, Gods-damned oblivious to her thundering heart and the violent lightning strikes that hit her soul with each step, each breath, each second spent here again. Fuck, she should be happy, excited, but everything hurts and this bad feeling that something’s not right, that something’s missing won’t go away.

~

Hymn of the High Seas, chapter 3:

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They settle cross-legged around the small coffee table, collectively thinking that this place was not built to host so many people. Renjiro runs outside with a spring in his step.

“Sooo… I think it’s safe to assume that this guy is a big fan of swords.” Signe speaks, earning a huff from Rhaim and a knowing smile from Arvyvel. 

“That makes two of us.” Rhaim says.

“Really? I always figured you'd be more of a -” she stops to gesticulate clawing and eating an enemy in beast form, “- kind of person, ya know?” 

He looks at her for a moment before bursting into deep, earth-grumbling laughter. “Careful, you might scare away our future crewmates.”

“Me? I’m absolutely elated.” Arvyvel says.

“And I still haven’t agreed to anything! I’m not going on some suicide mission!” Marc says, annoyed.

“Fine by me. We don’t need you anyway. Don’t need your kind among us.” Rhaim flares his nostrils and breathes out aggressively.

Before Marc can say anything back, a loud, obnoxious cough interrupts them.

“I’m sorry, gentlemen, but I have to interrupt the tense moment. No fighting in this house.” Renjiro says, making his way to the table with two bottles of fresh sake. He tries to keep his calm demeanor and shove down the thoughts of ‘Yoshi will kill me if I made a mess in his absence.’

The men stop, not before glaring menacingly at each other one last time. Rhaim doesn’t like traitorous bastards and he could smell this guy’s traitorous bastard-ness from miles away. He scoots closer to Marc, turning his back to him and making Room for Renjiro between him and Signe. His eyes light up at the bottle of alcohol. The swordsman lays out five small glasses and fills them. Rhaim takes it quickly, his patience running out, taking a sip and closing his eyes to really feel the taste on his tongue, going down his throat. A pleasure grunt escapes him. It’s unlike anything he’s ever tasted: strong, but not too strong. Balanced, a cascade of flavors – a harmonious blend of sweet and dry alcohol warming his chest and his spirit.

“Fuck.” He breathes, opening his eyes, only to see everyone looking at him, with their glasses halfway up in a toast. He raises an eyebrow.

“Ye need a moment alone with that glass of booze?” Signe smirks.

~

Author's note: I could and probably *will* expand on the feelings of drinking sake because I literally found my new favourite drink in the year of our lord 2024.

[wasabi-beeeeatz]

Let me talk about how full of emotions ORDER and WAR are and how each song has a story.

So we all know about the two out of three Prime bosses in Ultrakill yes? And their stories? If not, let me summarize each story.

Minos -

Former Judge of Hell and former King of Lust. Gabriel sentenced him to the Lust Layer and took over the job of the judge. Minos created an utopian city in the Lust Layer to protect his people from the heavy winds only to get STRUCK down by Gabriel and get his large corpse overrun by Parasites, said corpse gets controlled by said Parasites and destroys EVERYTHING he worked hard on building. His soul gets trapped into the Flesh Prison and he becomes Minos Prime.

Sisyphus -

Was a king, cheated death twice and his punishment is to roll a boulder up a hill for all eternity up until the Heavens went silent. He used this downtime to form an army and wage war on the Angels of Heaven, knowing that he'll fail in the end. His head gets sliced off by no other than Gabriel, causing the army to quiver and lose the army now that their beacon of hope got slain. He formed into a Prime soul rather quickly so the Council trapped him into the Flesh Panopticon in fear that he'll break out once he wakes up.

NOW let me talk about their themes, starting with Minos Prime and ORDER.

Minos was a pacifist and still is. He only fights V1 because of the crimes against humanity it had caused up until this point in P - 1. When confronted with Gabriel he didn't fight, he tried to reason with the Archangel only to get his body brutally broken in the end. He didn't watch over his Kingdom of Lust for the fame and glory, he watched over it to give the sinners there a peaceful afterlife as he thought the act of lust was not a sin worth getting punished for. His Prime soul reflects this by having a hole for a face. His story is solemn, depressing and hopeful AND his theme, ORDER, reflects that by having the intro to it have like a violin like instrument playing. The Requim leitmotif that plays in the middle of the track is LOUD and IN YOUR FACE but yet it still has that violin like instrument playing. The song is more quiet and melancholy than WAR, which is VERY loud but we'll get to that very soon, but it still has that anger to it. He is angry at you, V1, and he is going to give YOU judgement for the sins you have done. When defeated, he will apologize for not saving his children from this cruel, dark world that is now run by Machines. He is at fault for not being able to save his people from being thrown into disarray after getting slain by Gabriel.

Now let's talk about Mr. One must imagine aka King Sisyphus, a tyrannical king that cheated not once but twice in his life time.

Sisyphus was no pacifist. He was a tyrant who deserved his punishment. He fights V1 as if it was a game or warmup for the real deal of crushing the Heavens. He quite literally has the power of the sun as his absence of a head gets replaced by a glowing orb that resembles the bright star. He decided to wage war on the people of Heaven, fully knowing that he'll just fail but he still did it. He was frustrated, angry, FULL of RAGE that he got punished but he enjoys it. He enjoys his punishment and his theme, WAR, reflects that. WAR is loud, abrasive, and in your face, with a guitar like instrument playing in the intro. It is showing how ANGRY Sisyphus is. The Sands of Tide leitmotif in the middle of the track is LOUD and IN YOUR FACE, much like the Requim leitmotif in ORDER but it has the feeling of enraged to it. The leitmotif is NOT quiet, it is LOUD. IMPATIENT. ENRAGED. It shows how he cheated, lied, and got his way in his life time and afterlife time. He fights V1 as if the machine was just an appetizer. When defeated, he will ramble on how the times of King Sisyphus has now ended, that he never regretted a single second of it and died laughing.

TL:DR;

I love these two old men and I hope whatever the third Prime boss is gets a theme that is equal to ORDER and WAR and gets recognizable as well.

[sureabel]

i. the violent bear it away - flannery o'connor // ii. "ptolemaea" - ethel cain // iii. jude 1:14-15

( charles michael davis / dog soldier wolf, 140, cis man, he/him ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that ABEL BARNES is a PASTOR ( + PODCASTER ) that works in SECTOR 10. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of ROUGAROU PHYSIOLOGY. That must be why they’re CHARISMATIC and VOLATILE. If you ask me, they remind me of moonlight shining on a room of crosses, a slap on the hand for stealing the cookie out of the cookie jar, the creature every child fears. They are affiliated with NOBODY.

QUICK FACTS:

full name: abel lucas barnes

date of birth: may 29th, 2035

zodiac big three: gemini sun, capricorn moon, virgo rising

gender & pronouns: cis man & he/him

sexual + romantic orientation: bisexual + biromantic, but celibate now!

ethnicity: 1/2 black, 1/2 filipino

nationality: usamerican

religion: christian ( raised southern baptist, current ideals (when he's preaching! not when he's entirely insane!) are baptist-adjacent )

languages spoken: english (5), french (5), filipino (4), latin (4)

enneagram: 1w2

mbti: isfj

temperament: phlegmatic-melancholic // choleric

alignment: lawful neutral // neutral evill

ability: rougarou physiology

affiliation: n/a

task: mutation breakdown

BACKSTORY

triggers: brief implication of dementia, murder, religious insanity, more murder, more religious insanity

Recounting all 140 years of Abel Barnes's existence ( at least, all 140 fictional years... because we actually do love history in this house, but... ) would be rather difficult. A man who went from a restless child in New Orleans, LA to a man leading evangelicals in Sol City... and to think, it was only one event that caused the change. But that event, the split that that event caused, did not come from nowhere.

See, Abel Barnes's grandmother, Ruthie, played a very integral role in his upbringing. His parents both picked up two jobs upon the birth of his younger brother, thus leaving Ruthie in charge of the boys. It was nothing unremarkable. But Ruthie? Oh, that old broad -- she was unremarkable!

She did not raise Abel gently -- not that she raised him poorly, but she would not let him believe that God would ignore his existence just because he only went to Church on the important holidays ( oh, she certainly tried to force him and his brother to go every Sunday with her, but she ultimately had to accept what their parents demanded... something she had learned the hard way ). The most effective way she found, however, was telling him about the Rougarou.

-> Ruthie was a superstitious woman by nature, so it only made sense that she would weaponize the iconic figure in Cajun folklore.

The Rougarou had been all but cursed after breaking his Lenten vows. Every night, he was turned into a creature -- the body of a man, the head of a wolf. He was nearly invulnerable, and he was very, very hungry. He feasted most often on misbehaving children. And he made sure that their deaths were not quick! He made sure that they suffered! Not that he discriminated, plenty of sinners were targets, but children were his favorite.

Well, this concept terrified Little Abel™... but gradually lost its allure as he aged. By the time he was a teenager, he was doing everything the Rougarou would hate to see and joking with his buddies about how 'ooh, he's gonna get me!' And his absolute favorite? The Rougarou Fest in Houma.

Nothing Ruthie weaponized was working... so she just had to pray he would learn the error of his ways.

He did mellow out as he grew, became a more respectable man. By the time he was 30, he'd married a lovely woman. By the time he was 35, he had a child of his own. By the time he was 38, Ruthie had come to live the rest of her golden years out with him.

He was careful to keep his child away from Ruthie's superstitious and religious ramblings, worse now that she was aging and her brain was slowly deteriorating.

40, however? That was when his life changed forever.

-> The meteor struck the Earth, killing his wife and infecting him.

The head of a wolf, the body of a man. All but invulnerable. Blood-thirsty. Righteous. Complete 180º.

Seeing his child wearing mismatched clothing, he killed him first. Ruthie? She begged. She told him she had spent her entire life in the pursuit of God's love. And that was the exact problem -- how very selfish! Her slaughter... well, he relished in it.

He continued the spree, though it was now focused on friends and strangers who had managed to scrape by, up until the cure was found. He did not like the cure. He did not want the cure. But it was forced upon him...

It just wasn't as strong as it could've been. While he did return to a... slightly saner version of himself, mourning the loss of his son and grandmother and his friends, feeling great guilt over the murders of strangers... something had been permanently rewired.

It was comparable to sundowning. Every morning, Abel awoke as a... fairly sane man who had simply become much more religious than he had been before the meteor ( he would say it was the miracle of surviving it that turned him to God, but that wasn't the truth ). Every night, Abel was that Rougarou, pursuing all sinners he had seen throughout the day. And, as the day went from morning to night, he became progressively worse. Afternoon? The itch was there. Evening? He had begun a podcast inspired by televangelists, one where he went upon raging tangents regarding the Lord.

The physicality matched this. Every morning, Abel awoke with glowing golden eyes and sharp canine teeth. Afternoon? His nails had sharpened, fur was beginning to grow on his hands. Evening? Every tooth was sharp, his ears were standing upon the top of his head, his face and back had become hairier. Night? He had a wolf's head with fur littering his back and torso.

Morning? He awoke with faint memories...

He traveled from settlement to settlement, not leaving until the Rougarou had rampaged throughout and killed all of the worst sinners. Sometimes, that meant destroying entire villages... other times, that meant just a few bodies in his wake.

He reached Sol City some months back. As with all other settlements, he took up his usual mantel as a baptist-adjacent Pastor. But the Rougarou? His eyes have been scanning... and god save The Bearded Lady!

TIMELINE

BORN: New Orleans, largely raised by his religious and superstitious grandmother, Ruthie.

CHILDHOOD: A good kid... mainly caused by the fear his grandmother had instilled in him -- fear of God, fear in superstitions, fear in the Rougarou.

TEENAGE YEARS: Gradually stopped believing in those superstitions and the Rougarou, became a bit more reckless, much to Ruthie's dismay.

YOUNG ADULTHOOD: Started cleaning himself up. Became more respectable.

ADULTHOOD: Had a family (a wife and a child). Ruthie moved in as she gradually became incapable of caring for herself. He kept her far from his child, not wanting the fear she had spilled out onto him to be spilled out onto his child.

DIRECTLY FOLLOWING THE METEOR: His wife was killed by the meteor, meanwhile Abel? Infected by the virus. Rougarou form, baby! Mind did a complete 180. He murdered his child for wearing mismatched clothing. He murdered Ruthie for begging and telling him she had dedicated her life to God. He murdered some of the friends who had made it out. He murdered some strangers.

EARLY POST-CURE: His mind did not entirely recover. He went from roughly agnostic to very Christian, and that was the best of it. By night, he returned to who he had been before the cure -- save, perhaps, for not seeing any nuance in any situation.

POST-CURE: Traveled from settlement to settlement. Delivered sermons in the morning, ranted on his evangelist podcast in the evening, rampaged against all the sinners at night. He would move on only when all of the worst sinners had been wiped out.

HEADCANONS

Every time I imagine this guy talking, I just hear Rodney Barnes's voice. (Totally used the same last name.) (I did not learn about the Rougarou from him, but he does have an episode on it!)

The faint memories he has in the morning typically include nothing but flashes of where he had been. It's the blood on his mouth that tells him he'd done the unthinkable.

-> Of course, he does not always kill in Rougarou form. Sometimes he just attacks! And, y'know, there are even sometimes where all he does is scout out future targets.

more tbd!

CONNECTION IDEAS

Parishioners. When he's not going completely insane, he preaches Baptist-adjacent ideals. A lot lighter on the judgment and hatred, though! We don't need that in a safe space and who really wants to write that?

Friends by day. Besides being a bit fanatic, Abel's... fine in the morning. Tolerable in the afternoon, too.

Enemies by night. I mean... without even thinking about it, he hates everyone who works at The Bearded Lady, as already shared with Doc (though I still need to get back to more messages!). But there are so many sinners in this RP! If Heaven and Hell are real, as Abel believes, I'm pretty sure more characters in this RP would go right to Hell than the ones who'd go to Heaven <3

ElTangoDeRoxanne.mp3. But moooommmm, lust and envy are sins!

idk more to come probs

[redhoodinternaldialectical]

5, 16, 20?

Linking the original ask post cause it took some digging to find it again lol

Something you see in fics a lot and love:

B-boysss... kissing :3

lol okay uh the overwhelming majority of what I read is jaytim that's rated Explicit, so there's, ya'know, a lot of patterns in there that I've self selected for, but attempting to get into a more meaningful answer, I really like the way that fanfic repeatedly digs up old shit and uses it as a catalyst for characters to gain greater intimacy with each other. The constant reinvention and re-contextualization of Jason and Tim's various fights is neat to me

A tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate:

Oooh I'm gonna throw up the post I already made about the guy Jason manipulated into playing puppet for him

But that feels like cheating so I also want people to appreciate the asymmetrical aspects of the OG spoiler outfit, because I adore it so. I am a SUCKER for shoulder pads/spikes and 80s asymmetrical outfits.

Your very first fandom:

That's... actually pretty hard to answer.

The first online community I truly got involved with is City of Heroes. Loved playing the game when it was live, and I role played in the Homecoming servers for fourteen hours a day, seven days a week, for about five years. I still play every once in a while too! If you see Dread Captain Bones, David Drakal, or Cowboy Cline around, those are me :3 The only issue I have with saying it's this one is that I'm not entirely sure this counts as a fandom?? It really is more a role playing community than anything like a fandom for the game itself, most people only very lightly engage with the setting and it's considered a tad crass to get any of the named canonical characters involved with your character's story lines.

We could very technically count Naruto simply because that was the first one I ever tried to find fanfic for but uhhhhh... I started with ff.net with a super dark E rated fic because I thought E meant for Everyone and bounced off it so hard. I'm very sorry geisha AU naru-sasu fic I read when I was like thirteen, I tried so hard to like you, but my PTSD was not having it lmao

There's also half decent arguments to be made for Marvel comics, Doctor Who, or Vampire the Masquerade simply because my parents are/were such massive nerds lmao

Both of them did a lot of LARP and one of my favorite pictures of my mom is her as either the Sheriff or the Prince of our city ripping someone's heart out via a sponge soaked with fake blood :3 so yeah I def grew up learning about the clans and the lore and such

And this is very much a Marvel household lol My parents used to do story time with me about the X-men, and like they are completely accepting of my metal head and queer stuff, but I feel like it hurts my dad's soul just a little bit that I ended up being so into DC and so uninterested in Marvel. Whenever we talk about some of my (not romance related) plotlines for my DC fics he'll substitute in vaguely equivalent Marvel characters because he simply cannot be asked to dedicate braincells to DC characters lmao

Me: "I'm really looking forwards to writing out how the super geniuses and stuff push the limits of what Jason and Tim did to the diseases."

My Dad, knowing FULL WELL that I am not including any Marvel characters in this fic: "Oh yeah, Reed Richards would go nuts trying to figure that shit out."

My dad also collected Doctor Who episodes, like the ones from 1963 all the way to modernity, I grew up watching the black and white stuff, and for sure tumblr did expose me to Superwholock, through I never felt like I was a part of that.

It might actually be DC comics itself that's my first fandom! I just never really interacted with any sort of online or fandom space directly until Boostle dragged me into DC fandom's sphere of influence.

Anyhow I hope my ramblings were interesting/entertaining and thank you muchly for the ask! :3

[michygranger23]

Ok I'm now in my computer so I can write better the second part of my Spider-Man AU hehe. OK HERE WE GO LET'S START!!

Spider-Man Dream "Mirage-Spider" (Earth 120899)

Dream is a 23 year old man who lives in the city of New York with his little brother Tommy (their parents died in a car crash when Dream was 15 and Tommy 10, they were sent to an orphanage since they didn't have any family to take care of them, when Dream became a legal adult, he got a job and went to live in an apartament with his brother). Dream works as a part-time.job assistant coder in one of Alchemax's buildings, he helps in a minimal way to program different systems that the company needs to perform their activities (you could say he's like the plummer of coding lol). He's also studying in the L'Manburg College to be a writer, since that's one of his passions. His best friends are George and Sapnap, the first one works at the Alchemax´s laboratories, studying different properties of spiders; the second one is his classmate in college, Sapnap is studying to be an athletic coach. Sapnap knows George because they used to go to high-school and became good friends.

He has a very good relationship with his brother, even when he ends up very tired from college and work, he tries to always make time to hear Tommy ramble about his day and hear how he has been, and they do different activities depending on their mood and energy, sometimes they play video-games, others they watch a movie, in others they play some board-games, or others they just cuddle (platonic only/srs) in one bed and just relax with the presence of each other.

One day on work, George calls for Dream to help him with a program he's having trouble with, Dream goes to the laboratory George is (it's full with spiders in cristal cages btw) and tries to help him. Neither George or Dream notice the spider that managed to crawl out of the cage and to Dream's neck. Dream is bitten and slaps the spider out of him, George tries to help Dream with the bite with a first-aid kit but scolds Dream for killing one of his experiments. He recommends Dream going home early and to rest, since he started to look like having symptoms of a fever. Dream follows his instructions and goes home. Tommy was already home since high school was finished for that day, he tried to tell Dream about his day, but his brother told him he was feeling sick so he needed to rest. Tommy understood and went quiet (but he left him a cup of water with some pills on the bedside table and put a blanket over him when Dream fell asleep without changing his uniform on his bed)

After that incident, Dream got his powers, being the typical Spider-Man abilities, but with a new one included: He is able to manipulate existing cristal, like a window, ice, etc. This also includes the reflection it produces, meaning that is a very useful power if he needs to fool the police to get out of a scene. This power is not too strong but he's working to make it better. NOTE: He can only manipulate cristal that already exists, he can't create new one). Because of his weird behaviour and having compared Spider-Man's powers with the properties of the spider that bit Dream, George is the first one to know Spider-Man's secret identity. He tells this to Dream, and at first he calls him crazy for thinking that, but after George showing a lot of evidence, he accepts defeat. After that George is able to create a better suit for Dream (he used materials he had at home to make his original one).

Because of his job as a coder, a student from college, and being a vigilante that saves New York everyday from crime, he doesn't have much time to spend with Tommy anymore, which Tommy always says he understands this and it's okay with it, because he knows his big brother has worked very hard to get both of them a stable life, so he accepts it (even tho Tommy secretly misses hanging out with his brother, talking about whatever nonsense he wanted to tell and always being heard, play games with him, or just relax by his presence. But he doesn't want to make him feel bad, so he doesn't says anything) (And the same feeling goes for Dream as well).

One night, Dream arrives home very late after a patrol, he's frozen when he sees Tommy sitting in his bed, looking at him -without his mask- (he took it off because he thought Tommy would be asleep because of the hour and wouldn't bee seen by anyone. He didn't thought Tommy would be waiting for him to arrive home, and even less to be in his room -Tommy wanted to feel Dream's presence while waiting for him, so he waited in his brother's room-). Tommy obviously is very shocked and confused by discovering his big brother is the vigilante he has admired since the day he appeared in the city. They get into an argument about Dream risking his life everyday and for not telling him his secret sooner (he felt betrayed when Dream accidentally said that George knew the secret first, and he felt dumb for not realizing sooner this, he felt like he didn't knew his brother that well as the thought so before).

The next day when Dream went to patrol Tommy tried to stop him, he told him he didn't want to lose the only family he had left, he didn't want to see him hurt. Dream told him everything was going to be fine, that he would be there for him always when he was in trouble, that he had his big brother to protect him (it's the same words he told him the night they received the news about his parents, and he has kept that promise since that day)

That day he had a battle with the Vulture in the top of a clock (who I think could be Punz, idk he fits good with the selling illegal weapons and all that), Tommy was near one of the buildings watching the scene (he sneaked out of the house, he wanted to make sure his brother was alright, and also because he wanted to see Dream's fighting style -he still admired the vigilante, and knowing now it was his brother, he admired him more-). When Dream notices Tommy being near, he tries to redirect Vulture's attacks so they can move to another place, so he wouldn't be near Tommy. Vulture, noticing this behaviour, he observes where Dream's glance goes to in those moments he looks away. He notices Tommy, and he takes him as a hostage, thinking that maybe Mirrage-Spider will do what he demands. Dream demands Vulture to let go of the citizen, but Vulture doesn't budge, he demands Mirrage to return him the weapons he took from him, or the kid would get it. Dream did as told, he threw the bag back to him, and told him to let go of the child. Vulture did as asked. He threw Tommy inside the clock. Dream launched one of his webs to Tommy so it would stuck with him and prevent him from hitting the floor. But as in the Andrew Garfield's movie and scene, the force of the web catching Tommy made Tommy's neck snap and killed him.

Dream was left devastated, he lost the only family he had left. He hugged Tommy very hard, hugged him as if he was hiding a small child in his arms, shielding him from the cruel world, his big brother was here, he would always be there to save him from evil...until he didn't.

That day Dream promised himself to never get attached to anyone else, because he feared that he would lose them. He promised himself to always work hard to be a better version of himself. He promised he wouldn't reveal to anyone his secret identity, only George would know. He promised his brother he would try to save everyone he could, to never let evil touch them, because Mirrage was here to save the day, and he would honor his memory by doing so.

He visits Tommy's grave every Friday (that's the day they usually hanged out the most before becoming Mirrage). He tells him stories about his patrols, the jokes Sapnap tells him in class, the way his relationship with George has developed into maybe something more than friends (but he doesn't want to take the next step, he doesn't want to lose him as well). He tells him he feels sorry for not being a good big brother, for failing him when he needed him the most, and that he understands if he never get forgiven by his spirit, that he doesn't deserve his kidness and his love, and that he misses him, and he loves him so much.

OK WOW THAT WAS A LOT MORE TEXT THAN THE PREVIOUS ONE I THINK HAHA. I literally come up with this ideas as I write this, so that's why it can get so long and a bit messy haha. I still have another post for how the discduo spider-man's meet and extra info. But I think that's going to be for tomorrow lol. FOR NOW I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS GIANT TEXT LOL/lh/pos

[jpbradley]

JP is Writing: Dark Heresy

(I'm still off work ill, understimulated and have nobody to bounce ideas off really so now I am going to ramble for far too long about a thing I am noodling around. Sorry.)

I've been toying around with GayHalforc's Sledgehammer rules, which I like for a bunch of reasons but mostly the fact that it's a rules light hack of Dark Heresy, which is a foundational text for a whole bunch of designers (myself included) who looked at its combination of low power, high lethality and lovingly crafted cross section of the Warhammer 40,000 and asked the question: What if this had rules that weren't shit?

If you want to hack Dark Heresy then Sledgehammer is a good place to start. It actually leans closer to Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay (WHFRP) but a simple reskin can set it in the 41st millennium and the rules are hacked right the way down so you can start reintroducing the crunch to a level that suits your own particular tastes.

For me this meant adding weapon traits (my group loves guns) and cribbing in Gamma World 7e's ammunition system (if you shoot more than once keep shooting cause you'll be out of ammo at the end of the encounter anyway), which is a brilliant rule I've always wanted to play with.

The other big change I wanted to make is more foundational; getting rid of the d% system.

It's something I've always wanted to do with Dark Heresy because percentiles get very 'mathsy' quickly, something made worse in the original system having variable bonuses and penalties depending on the situation. If you're shooting you +20 if firing full auto, +10 if aiming for a half action but +20 instead if aiming for a full turn. God only knows how lighting works, and thats before you even get to hit locations, cover and damage (Dice and weapon strength, minus target toughness, and maybe armour less the penetration of the weapon? ICK!)

None of which would be an issue if you didn't have to engage with that system, but stats in Dark Heresy are 25-40% range unmodified so you need to navigate all the variables to do anything reliably. Sure routine tests are supposed to get bonuses, but if they're routine why are we rolling at all?

I replaced all that with 1d10 roll under a stat between 2 and 5 (at base) which seems harsh until you throw in an extra 1d10 for having a relevant background detail and another 1d10 for anything that makes life easier. Anything under is a success, the highest of them is used for causing damage.

On the flip side particularly difficult tasks will steal a success after rolling, because that's how Heart: The City Beneath managed its difficulty and I found it suitably vicious for a hard edged setting.

Which brings us to the setting. One of the big problems with Dark Heresy's successor, Wrath & Glory, was that it tried to encompass the entirety of the 40k setting with its rules. Dark Heresy and its successors (Rogue Trader, Deathwatch, not so much Black Crusade) benefitted from focusing the action to a specific corner of the Imperium and the street level 'Cthulhu and boltguns' vibe of the original is definitely what I want to capture.

A big source of inspiration for playing Dark Heresy recently has been Warhammer 40,000 Darktide, which has a similar sort of vibe of picking your way through a massive hive city as the whole place goes to fuck. I'm not sure that I want it to be a full on warzone the way the Hive is there, but the idea of a place where Imperial rule is less absolute, rebellion more open; of a world straining at the shackles of distant masters and the space between the oppression of the past and the open rebellion of tomorrow, is something that appeals to me for reasons that you might recognise yourself.

So that is where my players will find themselves, with a name, an accusation, all of the responsibility and none of the authority needed to bring their target to justice and completely disposable to their distant masters.

[another-corpo-rat]

For the ask meme for Victoria!! :3 👪 💓 🤔 and 🎲 (Sooo curious about her family btw)

tyyyyy for the ask 😘 Honestly her family is such a mess it's so much fun to write about and again a read more because haha i ramble

👪 - What’s their relationship with their parents like?

Victoria’s feelings towards her parents are on two veryyy different spectrums.

She adores her mother, idolises her – though Marion Crane wasn’t exactly the best parent she was a damn good mentor who nurtured her daughter’s colder habits, her little social cruelties and sharp tongue, because she knew it would help Victoria at least survive in their world of rats. Pride doesn’t begin to cover how she felt when she realised her daughter would thrive.

Victoria and her mother keep in contact – even though Marion is back in London, she still answers the call whenever it’s Victoria. Likewise, Victoria has told people to shut up so she can answer her mum’s call. Sharing advice and gossip, the occasional rant. Marion is the only person Victoria will ever say ‘I love you’ to without prompting.

Now, her father on the other hand. oh my god. The only time her indifference towards him falters is when she gets a wave of overwhelming hatred in its stead.

Victoria, when she was younger, built up this ideal of her father in her head. That he was as busy and successful as her mother was, that the reason he could only visit for two weeks during the summer was because that’s just when his team tended to enter a crunch period in their work. That crumbled as she got older, more privy to the goings-on, noting how often he forgot her birthday and didn’t even send a text congratulating her on certain milestones throughout her life.

By the time she comes to Night City, she full-on despises Joseph. Thinks he should remove the Crane from his name entirely because he wasn’t part of the family and he had the gall, the fucking nerve to introduce her half-brother to her with a beaming smile on his face – the cunt’s middle name was Victor, as if his existence wasn’t a stain enough.

Nothing he ever does can fix that, and his attempts to do so just pissed Victoria off even more.

(And while not her parent, Victoria hates Angelo’s mother / her father’s mistress too. To no one’s surprise. It’s a shame she had that very public meltdown and then just…vanished mysteriously. Yup. Damn shame.)

💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection?

Feelings? Her? Never. No—

She gets softer around them, the usual edge to her tongue sheathed just enough that she doesn’t cut them on it, her smile endeared and eyes landing on them when she has a fleeting moment. And then, she realises what’s happening, and she coats herself in a careful indifference to their presence. Treating them like a stranger until that’s what they become.

 (She tried this with Smasher, who caught on to what she was at right quick and decided ‘I am so messing with this cunt.’)

Now, her means of affection – she has enough money that buying expensive shit is nothing to her. It’s thoughtless, easy, like sticking money in a card. But when she really cares for someone, she’ll learn them; their favourite drinks, food, movie, their little habits. She’ll still buy them gifts, but it’s not expense for the sake of expense, she hunts down the things she thinks they’ll like, or what they mentioned needing in an off-hand comment.

Besides gifts, she’s more physically affectionate than one might think. Which, given who I paired her with, can be quite the sight – she has literally pulled Smasher down by the collar to kiss his cheek now and then.

🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand?

Quantum Physics.

Genuinely, people turning the other cheek when someone wrongs them. Victoria is petty, she’s vengeful – when someone wrongs her, she’ll pretend things are fine just so she can hit them hard and unexpected. She can, and has, waited years for payback.

So when someone who has been hurt or insulted or cheated just lets it flow off their back and makes the willing decision to let that be that, she is so fucking confused. Even more so when they’re forgiving of the person. It’s just something that doesn’t compute with how she was raised and the environment she thrives in.

🎲 - Pick a random question to answer from this list. 🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about?

Victoria had no idea who the fuck Elvis Presley was. None. Not a fucking clue.

Now, she had heard the gossip of Adam Smasher having an Elvis Gemini frame, and she just assumed that was like a specific build – her words on hearing that were along the lines of: “Sounds like a sports model.”

So when a buff, blonde bastard with a pretty southern accent came up to her on a night out, she thought nothing of it, had no idea that it was the face of a long-dead celebrity and that it was in fact Smasher’s lap she was on for most of the night.

She was mortified when she found out, and Smasher will ask her if she knows who Elvis is just to wind her up even years later. Any time his music plays, Victoria deliberately avoids eye contact with anyone who knows about that little mess up.

[wrenthemoralfander]

My Dc Au

Gotham: Jaded City (this is where I just ramble facts about the DC characters in the story.)

Trigger Warning: mentions of murder, referenced child abuse, theft, burning someone alive, mutilation, forced drugging, suicide, damage of property, toxic family are mentioned

(Two Face)

Best friends with the Riddler. Like these two are best friends. They have known each other since high school.

Two Face hates Amanda Waller because she keeps screwing him over.

Harvey Is rich, due to his hard work in college, and his work as a lawyer. Harvey spends his money. Two Face, unlike Harvey, is smart enough to save the money and hide in a place where Harvey can’t find it.

Hates Cobblepot, but seemingly likes tolerates Sionis.

Loves Lasagna. Like he would eat that shit for days. 

Has an allergy to cumin. He doesn’t know why he has this allergy, but he does. 

Harvey usually cleaned his coin after he flipped it too much to make a decision. If however it starts to get rusty, he replaces it. This seems to satisfy Two-Face

Doesn’t trust Lady Shiva. Why? He’s worried she’s going to hurt his best friend. Two Face hasn’t killed her, yet…

(The Riddler)

Full name is Edward “Luis” Alonzo Nashton.

Is of Latino heritage.

Had a bad upbringing.

Is a single father of a young boy named Cody. Cody’s mother is dead, after committing self termination.

Is one of the more feared villains in Gotham. For a few good reasons. 

Is one of the few Gotham villains who have managed to capture the Batman, but one of the the only two Gotham villains who successfully made the Batman question his thoughts on Riddler.

Killed the villain Killer Frost, all because she tried to hit his son. When the Batman asked why, he said “So… here’s the thing, Batman. I don’t like kids, can’t stand them. Yet, even I wouldn’t stoop so low. You see where I came from, if you hit a kid, and that kid was your own flesh and blood, it meant you were teaching them discipline. If you hit a kid, and that kid wasn’t your own… Well nobody stuck around to find out what that meant. The people who hit kids that weren’t theirs? They were dealt with. I learned that from the elders. As to why? She tried to hurt a kid, and besides… I was just doing what the elders taught me.” He stopped her, knocked her out, chained her up, poured a lithium formula on her, surrounded her with wood, and lit the wood on the fire. She couldn’t use her powers because her hands were covered in an antifreeze like powder. He dragged her death out and laughed as she started screaming.

Used to work in the law industry. No longer does as he went to pursue his own path.

Despite not liking kids, he’s actually a really good dad. Makes Cody some lunch, takes care of him when he’s sick, helps Cody with school, praises Cody for his drawings/accomplishments, tries not to be out committing crimes so much, speaks highly of Cody’s mother, and tells Cody she would’ve been proud of him, and will drop everything for his child.

Yet, Ed worries he is not a good fighter. The reason he’s worried he’s not a good father, is due to Edward’s relationship with his own father and sometimes he has nightmares. His nightmares will go from beating his father to death, to finding Cody near dead in the old man’s place. Due to these nightmares, he often wakes up in a panic, checks on Cody before locking himself in his office, not sleeping for the whole night.

Steals money and saves half of it to put it in a bank account to support his son for college. A quarter of that money goes to bills, and the rest is for Riddler.

Has severe religious trauma. Like he will not attend church, but he’s very polite and respectful about it.

He hates leaving his son alone, sometimes he’ll skip the criminal activity, but if his work truly demands him, he’ll hire a babysitter and pay them a generous amount if they do a good job.

He has killed several innocent people. Some of these people skipped babysitting in favor of going to a party. These people who were found brutally mutilated and deceased in alleyways. He’s also killed people who witnessed crime scenes, because he keeps getting told ‘not to leave any witnesses.’

Actively make sure his son is safe and happy. Ed doesn’t involve his son any crimes because it’s the fastest way to ensure Cody either gets killed or taken away from him. 

His cane is a weaponized cane. He can go from a cane to a taser, to a full blown sword. Yes, he has stabbed people with this. No, he is not sorry.

Has slaughtered a room full of cops before, but have left no clues, as with the GCPD…? He doesn’t take the risk. 

Riddler’s victims if they are smart, but failed to use their brains, are often killed in gory and gruesome ways, so sometimes they are left mutilated. This is because he expects his victims to be aware they cannot afford to screw up, as he reminds them constantly that their lives are on the line.

Ed also doesn’t like playing with his food, unless his victims are interesting, he does not like it.

Has a thing for Lady Shiva and for Jason Todd.

(Poison Ivy)

Her outfit is a live floral ball gown. I am literally not joking, it can turn into a literal poison ball gown. Her outfit is made of nature despite being a ball gown.

Pamela is Poison Ivy by tradition. All the woman and her family before her happen poison ivy since her great grandmother. She is the only one who isn’t evil.

Pamela loves kids, absolutely adores them. She doesn’t like adults, because of what they teach the kids.

Works as a daycare worker and as a gardener.

Has three types of pollen. The first is special pollen that can help people understand her plants. The second is pollen that cure is the person of any ailment/wound. The third is a toxin that allows her to hypnotize people. She is working on the fourth one which will be the powder that poisons her enemies.

Has a PhD in English, botany, and biology. 

Despite what people say about her, she’s not a villain. She’s an antihero. She does not believe in following the rules of the GCPD but she wants to help Gotham.

Has little fireflies in a lantern on her belt that she freeze every night. Surprisingly however, they always come back to the lantern.

Makes snacks for people.

Often styles her hair because she doesn’t like people touching it. It makes her uncomfortable for some odd reason. She normally doesn’t mind Selina doing it but anyone else? If anyone else does it, and they may get poisoned.

The first time Batman met her, she had saved a young Dick Grayson from meeting his fate by penguin’s men. She healed him and patched him up, so when Dick told her she was grateful for her help, Pamela told him it was no big deal.

Batman was skeptical of her. She understood as Gotham was full of tricks and surprises, and trusting others was risky.

Loves the rain. She doesn’t like when it storms but she loves it when it rains. She will dance and play in the rain, often getting soaked much to the disappointment of her roommates Selina.

Her roommate is Selina Kyle. They talk about everything.

(Johnathan Crane)

Is arguably one of the scariest villains in Gotham.

He was scientist who’s work was mocked by the people of Gotham, and due to his family’s peer pressure to be perfect, he slowly went berserk.

Has made people go insane from his fear toxin.

Is an anarchist, and loves when his fear can invoke riots.

With how much he loathes the city, one would think scarecrow could never find happiness. This is far from true, as he has a fiancé named Alicia.

Alicia is the one woman that brings him happiness.

Alicia does not know he’s a criminal. He would prefer it if it stayed that way. (Although he doesn’t know she’s a criminal either)

Alicia and Jonathan have both agreed if they do have kids, they will have two kids. So far, both are uncertain if they want kids.

He has a M.D. in medicine, psychology, and in Crainotomy (surgery of head trauma). 

Due to being diagnosed with strider, he has a raspy voice and is unable to breathe as well.

Respects and fears Riddler and for good reason. Listen, you would think that Scarecrow, Gotham’s bringer of fear and paranoia, would not fear someone as petty as Edward? The thing is, there’s only so far Jonathan would go. Jonathan was there when Riddler murdered Killer Frost. While he respects Riddler for handling Frost’s powers correctly and preventing her from hurting a child, he fears Riddler due to how brutal and how long Ed drew her death out.

While Crane plays with his food to better understands his victims, Edward does not. So when he dragged out her death, Crane was scared for his life.



(Deadshot)

Gotham’s greatest assassin. 

Is efficient with firearms, blades, and poison.

Floyd does have two sons, and one daughter.

His wife, Wyona is working as hard as she can to support the family. Despite’s Wyona’s job paying super well, she’s always worried about what if they don’t have enough. Floyd actually tries his hardest to be there. Unlike Riddler, he’s not great at time management, but does manage as best he can.

Can poison a drink without notice, and cover his tracks. This is to ensure his targets (and GCPD) won’t trace it back to him.

Thanks to his line of work, and being born into the rich class, Floyd and his wife are rich. His wife keeps telling them even though they are wealthy, they should not take it for granted.

Despite being born into the wealthy class though, Deadshot does not like the upper class, so he targets them on a semi-weekly basis.

One of his sons, Devine (Da-vee-en) has autism, and is non verbal. Floyd uses a device to help his son communicate what he wants, yet he reminds his son that Devine does not have to use it if he does not want to.

Floyd is afraid of spiders. They make him uncomfortable. He can’t stand them, but he does like them when it’s a plush one that his son gives him.

When he’s not killing people, he’s making plushies for his kids… Especially his son Devine.

He has told his kids they are never too old for a stuffed animal.

He sews his kids clothes as some store bought fabrics makes the itchy. His other son, Terrence, likes wearing dresses. His daughter, Sierra loves fancy hats.

(Wyona “Anne” James Lawton/“Serenity”)

Deadshot’s wife, and the retired Gotham hero “Serenity”.

They met in a church and as she was turning to leave after a prayer, she walked up to Floyd and whispered in his ear, “I’m very grateful for the assassin who took Carmine Falcone’s life.” 

Her family in severe debt thanks to Don Falcone, but when he was assassinated, they no longer owed him and his men anything.

They had three kids despite being told by doctors that Wyona would never make it through the pregnancy.

She is very hard-working, very responsible, and always knows to plan ahead.

She changed her name to Wyona to cut off her family. Mainly because of her father, Felix. The main two being that one, Wyona’s family didn’t come to her wedding because Felix, her father said Floyd fidn’t have his blessing. The second reason was because her father tried to get her to give all her savings to him, and when she didn’t, he destroyed her laptop. Floyd, when he found out why Wyona couldn’t communicate with him, bought her a new laptop pro with a four year warranty on it. Thankfully, she never lost hope that she would escape a terrible place… and in a way, she did escape.

Due to the neglect and abuse that Wyona faced of a child, she has leg issues, and has a vision impairment which makes it hard to see. 

She hasn’t told her husband she was once a Gotham hero.

She knows Floyd is Deadshot. She knows he is Gotham’s greatest assassin, but is worried that he’ll be upset with her.

She is in and out of hospitals due to having poor health, and feels terrible for her husband, but he is patient with her because he knows it’s not her fault. 

Wyona struggles with self-love. Her husband is there for her though. 

Bonus: She is only retired due to her vision impairment which got worse as time went on, which made her job significantly harder. Her leg was not an issue for her as she found a way to manage the pain it caused her.

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Part two will contain the following:

Alicia Grey

Alfred Pennyworth

Zatanna Zatara

Jervis Tetch/Mad Hatter

Detective Nora Fries of GCPD

Mr. Freeze