#i was going for a style and then i just. wasn't

[celestialgalaxyglow]

Batfam and Danny, Part 26

At Jason's office at his Gang's Headquarters.

Danny: Nice office.

Jason: Thank you. Now before my governors arrive remember, the Red Hood that they work with is not the Red Hood that works with the Bats. The Red Hood that works with the bats is a wannabe and only wears a simple domino mask, while I am the original Red Hood who wears a helmet that covers my whole head.

Danny (trying not to laugh): And the two Red Hoods have major beef with each other.

Jason (smiling): Yes it's a little dumb, but I can't go around as both a vigilante and a crime lord, I need to keep both of those identities separate.

Danny: But why the same name? You already have two entirely different suits for both Red Hood identities.

Jason: I thought it'd be funny.

Danny: I guess.

Jason: And you're not Phantom, you're my new righthand man, Phantasm, a extraterrestrial child who I adopted.

Danny: I am born of the stars themselves, I have not flesh but am made of stardust, look into my eyes for they hold the universe itself.

Jason (proud dad): Making your skin look like the night sky was a nice touch to hide your identity both as Danny and Phantom, but did you really have to make your face devoid of features except two green voids for eyes? It's a little creepy.

Danny smiled, revealing razor sharp teeth in front of a green void. Jason leaned back, a little scared of his son's flair for the dramatic.

Jason: Case and point... the suit is nice though, I like the sci-fi look.

Danny: Thanks dad.

There's a nock at the door.

Jason (sat up): You may enter.

The doors opened and four goons walked in.

The Goons (happy): Good morning boss!

The four goons walked towards Jason's desk and stood in front of it. Only then did they notice the strange alien child. They looked at Danny, then at Jason, then back at Danny, then finally back at Jason.

Jason: Good morning everyone, I would like you to meet my new righthand man, Phantasm, he is an alien child that I have adopted.

Goon #1: You're a dad?

Jason: Yes.

Goon #2: We have a nephew!

Goon #3: I'm an aunt!

Danny: What...?

Jason (embarrassed): We're all family here, if you wear my bandana you're my family, speaking of here you go.

Jason handed Danny a red bandana with the silhouette of Jason's hood embroidered in the middle with white silk.

Danny: It looks like you.

Jason: That's the idea, that way people know that if you mess with this person, you're messing with the Red Hood's family.

Danny (wrapping the bandana around his neck): It's cute.

Goon #4: It was your dad's idea.

Goon #3: We love it, we may be criminals, but we do crime with style.

Goon #2: By the way welcome to the family, little boss.

Goon #1: "Little boss," that's so cute, can we call you that?

Danny: Sure thing!

Jason (clearing his throat): As sweet as this is, we're here to talk about past month's reports. Sarah, do you mind stating us off?

Sarah "Goon #3": Sure thing boss, the Northern Sector has done well this past month, we were finally able to stop the drug ring that popped up there two months ago, we deposited the ringleaders at Commissioner Gordon's station.

Jason: Good, those bastards should have never showed up there in the first place, we're going to have more diligent in the future.

Sarah: My apologies, the north is my sector, I should have never let that happen.

Jason: It's alright Sarah, we all make mistakes, I wouldn't have made you one of my governors if I wasn't confident in your skills.

Sarah: Thank you.

Jason: Robert, what of the Eastern Sector?

Robert "Goon #1": All is well, the orphanage just opened its new wing, now we can accommodate another hundred kids. The new home ed. classrooms have also finished construction, but we're still looking for teachers properly qualified to teach.

Jason: Let's get working on that, those kids need to learn basic life skills, but remember to do thorough background checks, those kids have been through a lot, they don't need a maniac teaching them how to cook or how to use a circular saw.

Robert: You got it boss.

Jason: Amelia, what of the south?

Amelia "Goon #2": The Southern Sector is doing well, our food bank is still going strong thanks to Wayne Enterprises' weekly food donations. There is one thing however, this week the WE agent overseeing the delivery approached our head of operations for the food bank and said that Mr. Wayne would like to make a direct donation of 100 million dollars so we can expand our current location, as well as open a few more around the city. Elizabeth said she would have to talk to her superiors before accepting such a large monetary donation, the agent is expecting a response by the next delivery in five days.

Jason: How n̵͓̟̏͌i̴͎̎̔͜c̸͍̺͆̔è̷̢ of Mr. Wayne, I should pay him a visit to thank him in person. Amelia you can tell Elizabeth that she can accept Mr. Wayne's g̴̞̲̈́e̷̺͌n̶̞̝̉͒ḛ̷̹̍̀r̵̤͙̅o̶͎͆u̷͎̎s̴̪̒͌ donation. I'll also entrust you with setting up a committee to appropriate those funds, simply show me the names for approval.

Amelia: I'll start drawing up a list.

Jason: Henry, what of the west?

Henry "Goon #4": Uneventful, the arts academy is almost ready to open, the whole placed is furnished, we have staff lined up, final details should only take us a few more weeks, at most a month.

Danny: Arts Academy?

Henry: Hood's Academy for the Arts, a school to teach kids more artistic subjects, painting, pottery, acting, dancing, music, photography, cinematography, poetry, and the boss' favorite writing.

Jason: A well rounded education should allow kids to express their creativity, the Academy will hold classes during the weekends, as well as a summer semester for those who would be interested. We will be able to enroll as many as 5,000 students.

Henry: We made sure to hire a large staff, there will be plenty of teachers to ensure each classroom is a reasonable size, as well as many deans, councilors, library staff, and other members of administration, everything and anything that will make the students' time at the academy as easy and assessable as possible.

Jason: Thank you Henry.

Henry: Sure thing boss!

Jason (standing up): Well if that is all, then we're done here.

Sarah: Boss, wait!

Jason: Yes?

Sarah looked at Amelia.

Amelia: We're throwing a party, to celebrate all the progress we've made this month.

Robert: We know parties aren't your thing, but everyone would be happy to see you attend.

Henry: It'll make everyone's day.

Jason looked unsure about accepting the invitation, he looked over at Danny who was giving him a "please dad, let's go" face.

Jason (sighed): I suppose I can make an appearance.

Sarah, Robert, Amelia, and Henry: Yes!

Robert: You won't regret this boss!

Sarah: I'll run ahead and tell everyone!

Henry: Tonight it's going to be lit!

Amelia: We'll party till dawn!

Sarah, Robert, Amelia, and Henry ran ahead, Jason and Danny followed behind.

Jason: Kid, we will not be able to leave that party till well past dawn, my gang are party animals.

Danny: That's fine, besides you still need to introduce me to the gang at large.

Jason: I suppose that's true.

Danny: Come on dad, relax, you guys did a lot of good this month, you deserve to celebrate.

Jason: Ok, one night, but tomorrow it's back to work.

Danny: You got it!

(Master Post)

[callsignswan]

Distance

You, a pregnant Omega, miss your Alpha while he's racing

Tw: abo dynamics (alpha x omega), pregnancy, emotions

Grabbing your phone, you lifted the covers and climbed into bed. The duvet, thick and plush and comfortable, fell around you. It smelt entirely of your Alpha, a happy purr leaving your lips. 

Your hand settled over your swollen stomach as your finger tapped at your phone. You pulled up his contact and called. 

The bed was incredibly comfortable. Everything, including the frame, was high end and luxury. The covers were plush and your pillows were like clouds. It was the kind of bed every Alpha dreamed of providing for their Omega. 

You missed your Alpha, your husband. After being gone for three days, your bed was beginning to not smell like him. His scent was gone and you missed it so damn much. You were close to pulling everything from his wardrobe and laying it out on your bed, turning it into a nest. 

You could have gone with him. Travelling in style, flying on a private jet. You would have been comfortable, you knew, and the doctors hadn't told you to stop travelling, yet. 

But it would have been exhausting and your little one wouldn't have liked it. 

Every sound would have been too loud and every smell would have been too strong. It would have been too overwhelming for an Omega as pregnant as you were. So, you and Carlos decided it was best that you stay home. 

Your Alpha finally picked up the phone. 

It was the middle of the day for him, wherever he was. He looked so handsome in the shining sun that you wanted to reach through the phone and touch him. The blue was still taking some getting used to, though. 

“Good evening, mi vida,” he said softly as he stared down at you. 

Fuck, you had missed his voice. It had only been a few hours since you'd last heard from him, but you missed it. Your lip wobbled as tears threatened to spill. 

He'd be home in a few days. You didn't have to cry. But you couldn't help just how much you wanted to. 

You didn't know what the time was where he was. Early enough that the sun was shining with full force, painting him in an ethereal light. He was the Alpha other Omegas sang of wanting, but he was all yours.

“Carlos.” 

Out of seemingly nowhere, you were emotional. Your wobbling lip became full blown crying now. You sobbed out his name once more for good measure, as if getting him to understand how emotional you actually were. 

“Oh, Omega,” he cooed softly. It was unfair he couldn’t just reach through the phone and touch you. You wanted to feel his fingers against your cheek as he kissed your forehead. “I'll be home tomorrow.” 

Tomorrow. A whole day away. It felt like a lifetime away. 

Furiously, you wiped at your eyes. “Tomorrow,” you echoed. “I can't wait.”

By the way Carlos was looking at you,you knew he was going to worry for the rest of the day. He had no reason to worry about you when he had a race to focus on. “Good luck out there, smooth operator.” 

It would have been a miracle if he could understand you through the blubbering mess you had become. 

His smile was sympathetic. “How is my little pup doing?” He asked and you moved the phone back, revealing your stomach. 

“Say hi to daddy,” you mumbled. It would have been cinematic if your little one kicked then, a response to your words, but you got nothing. That was okay, your little one could sleep. 

“Not long until we meet you, my boy,” Carlos said softly, a voice that was reserved for you and your baby. 

“Girl,” you corrected. 

Truthfully, neither of you knew what gender your child was going to be. Neither of you cared. It didn't matter what colour the nursery got painted or what colour clothes they wore, just that it was your baby, your precious baby. 

It wasn't a real argument between the two of you, a little back and forth before Carlos gave up and used it as an excuse to kiss you. 

You talked to him until you ran out of time, until he had to go and prepare for his race. You couldn't bring yourself to watch, couldn't help the way the fear of seeing him in that car made you sick to your stomach. 

You started crying again as you said goodbye. Stupid hormones, that was how you would explain it. It was a perfectly normal reaction for an Omega missing their Alpha. Paired with the pregnancy hormones, you never stood a chance. 

***

Things were eerily quiet when Carlos unlocked the door of the apartment. Immediately, he was hit by your scent, overwhelming and intoxicating all at once.

He needed to get to you. 

It was the middle of the day. You could have been anywhere between napping in the room you shared or the bakery down the street. 

Please be napping, he thought as he dropped his bags by the front door and continued on. 

Just like he predicted, you were already asleep. On the sofa, a blanket thrown over your body, you slept. You were snoring, drooling slightly.

His beautiful Omega. 

It was getting harder and harder to leave you to go on race weekends. You needed him there, rubbing your feet and cooking whatever you and baby desired. Holding you through the night and keeping you surrounded by his scent. 

As carefully as he could, Carlos sat down beside you. “Wake up, Omega,” he said softly, his fingers dancing from your hand up to your wrist. 

Your eyes opened slightly. There was a moment before you fully woke up, before you were fully aware of your surroundings. 

But then you spotted him. “Carlos?” You whispered and he pulled you hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it. 

“I'm here, Omega.” 

“Alpha!” You cried and practically threw yourself at him. He caught you, fingers digging into your hips as you peppered kisses all over his face. “I missed you!” You cried, fingers gripping his shirt to hold him as close as possible. 

He kissed the top of your head and wiped away your tears. “I missed you,” he echoed and settled his hand over your stomach. “You too, Pepper.”

Pepper, your little one. The nickname Carlos had given them ever since your pregnancy test came back positive. 

“I never want to go on another race weekend without you,” he whispered and pressed his nose against your neck, scenting you.

Your fingers moved through his hair, nail scratching. Carlos released a happy sort of Alpha purr from his throat, eyes shutting. 

“Don't say that,” you mumbled. But you were smiling at him. “I miss you when you’re away but I can’t wait to watch you on the podium.”

Carlos released a dry laugh. “You’ll be waiting a long time, corazón,” he mused and kissed your hand. 

A hum left your lips. “Maybe by then I’ll be able to stomach watching you race again.”

He kissed you gently, hand on your stomach as your little one kicked. Your Alpha, home at last. You knew it wouldn’t be forever, but you’d savour the moments you did have with him.

hi angels! so i took a week off from writing because i couldn't handle the hate i was getting 😭 but i've decided that i love writing and i'm not gonna let anything hold me back! 💖 no hybrid au's for now, i want to let the dust settle for a little bit first.

[muwapsturniolo]

I was all over her ⋆.˚ M. Sturniolo

"N-no...No girls or guys...I don't uhh - girls don't really look at me."

⟢No smut, loner!Matt, tiny bit of asshole!Matt as well as angst. Deep convos and vaping, that’s it me thinks

@adornedwithlight for divider!

Pursuit of Happiness

That was the song currently blasting throughout the house of a random person Matt didn’t know.

He had been dragged here by his brother Chris, the younger boy claiming that a girl he was talking to asked him to come and bring people. Matt didn’t know why Chris brought him out of all people—he wasn’t the party type, nor was he a good wingman.

He tried to enjoy the party, he really did, but this wasn’t his style.

The loud music, bodies bumping into each other like sardines in a can, the excessive drinking—he preferred more chill, laid-back settings.

Hence, why he escaped to the bathroom filled with balloons and laid in the tub.

It was a weird hiding spot, but it brought him comfort. Chris didn’t even notice he had disappeared. No one did. He liked to think it was his own superpower.

He let out a deep sigh as he closed his eyes, humming along with Cudi as the balloons lay on top of him like a blanket.

Suddenly, the music got louder for a split second, the door opening and closing as a voice was heard.

“Pee, I have to pee so bad. No more drinks for me, unless it’s an Angry Orchard. I fucking love app—it’s occupied.”

The girl nearly jumped out of her skin, wincing softly as her side hit the corner of the counter.

The two stared at each other, one with wide eyes and the other in annoyance.

“Can you get out?” Matt asked right away. He didn’t mean to be harsh, but he wanted to be alone and not with some random girl.

“Bro, I really have to pee. I damn near made a puddle on the couch. I promise I’ll be quick!” For extra flair and a way to convince him, she clenched her legs together and did the ‘pee dance.’

“Is she being serious?” Matt thought to himself. He let out a huff of frustration and lazily motioned toward the toilet, looking back down at his lap covered in balloons to give her some privacy.

After a few seconds, he noticed the silence in the small space. He side-eyed her and saw her sitting on the porcelain throne with a sheepish look.

“Are you going to pee or…?”

“Sorry... I’m pee shy.”

He groaned loudly and ran his hands down his face in frustration. “Just close the curtain! It’ll help me pretend you aren’t here!”

The boy in the tub yanked the curtain with force, the sound of tinkling immediately being heard. He tried to ignore the sound, thinking about everything else besides this moment.

As he got lost in his head, he missed the sound of toilet paper, the flushing, and the washing of hands.

She went to leave the bathroom, her hand just a centimeter away from the knob, when suddenly, she thought about something.

Matt’s eyes flashed open when the curtain was yanked back, the girl standing tall over him.

“Do you have a vape?”

He sighed as he reached into his pocket for the small device, handing it to her and mumbling to himself. He could have told her no and to get out, but he figured letting a stranger hit his vape for a few seconds wouldn't cause any harm.

Except it wasn't just a few seconds.

The girl smiled and settled down on the floor next to him, hitting the fruity-flavored air and blowing it out.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before she finally spoke, “What are you doing in here away?”

She handed him back the vape, watching as he took his own hit before exhaling.

“Don’t like parties…”

“So why are you here then? And what’s your name?”

For some odd reason, Matt couldn’t answer her question or at least the first half of it. He decided to avoid it altogether, deflecting by asking her the same question.

“What’s your name?”

She smiled at him, her body leaning more against the tub.

“Trouble.”

He raised a brow at the name. He could tell it wasn’t her real name, but in an odd way, it fit her perfectly.

“So, are you going to tell me your name now? Or am I going to have to play hangman to figure it out?” He found himself chuckling softly at her question, the idea of teasing her and having her guess being too good to pass up.

“Guess.”

“I’m just going to call you Blue.”

His brows furrowed at the name. Why would she call him that?

“Blue?”

She shrugged as she plucked the vape from his hands once again. “Yup, Blue. Blue eyes, you’ve got a blue balloon on your lap... plus you give off blue vibes.”

He wasn’t sure what she meant by ‘blue vibes,’ but he took it as a compliment. He takes the time to examine her, processing her choice of clothing and how she looks.

She had on an oversized sweater that was a bit random, between the blue skulls with eyes and the two bands 'Nirvana' and 'Smashing Pumpkins' on it, he didn't know if he liked it or hated it. She paired the oversized sweater with a pair of ripped fishnets and a pair of beaten-up platform Converse on her feet.

Her hair was slicked up into two balls of curls, a few stray pieces hanging down and framing her face.

She didn't look like all the girls attending the party. He didn't mean it in a degrading way, he meant that she was different - in a good way.

"So why don't you like parties?" She asks the question once again, hoping to get a different answer. He already stated he doesn't like parties, and she understood that, but she wanted to know the reason.

Matt shrugs, leaning his back against the wall and propping his legs up in the tub. "Don't know really... I think I like parties but not ones like this. It's too packed, too loud and hot. The music is ok, but I don't even know whose house or party this is."

"Bonnie."

He turns and looks at her with a questioning brow, hoping she will elaborate. "Bonnie, it's her birthday party. I know her, but not that well. Honestly, she's kind of a bitch, but she's friends with my best friend, so I got dragged along. Not complaining though, Bonnie has some good alcohol and-"

Matt watches her as she rambles. He usually hated when people talked too much for no reason, especially when he didn't want to talk. But for some reason, he found her rambles enjoyable. Maybe it was because she was odd herself, maybe it was because she acknowledged his existence and actually sat to talk to him.

"My brother, Chris, dragged me here because he likes some girl and she invited him. He didn't want to come alone, so I was dragged out of bed, and now here I am."

"Who's the girl?"

Matt shrugs and runs a hand through his hair, adjusting his body so he is actually facing the girl on the other side of the tub. "I don't know. if I'm being honest, I really don't care. Chris finds a new girl what seems like every other day, I'm done trying to keep up."

The girl known as Trouble hums in acknowledgment, resting her arms on the rim of the porcelain tub.

"Well, what about you?"

"Well, what about me?"

"Any girl in your life? Maybe guys? I'm not one to judge."

Matt could feel his face getting warm, his eyes darting down at the balloon-filled tub. "N-no...No girls or guys...I don't uhh - girls don't really look at me."

"What do you mean?"

He shrugs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck before resting his head on the edge of the tub, the girl following suit. "I don't know...I think I'm invisible to most people, like they see me, but they don't see me, you know? usually, I enjoy that, not being seen and being able to be alone and with myself, but sometimes it's a curse. You get lonely, but you get used to it... Then when they do see me, it's like I don't match the version of me in their head, I somehow fuck up, so once again, m'left alone."

Silence settles over them for a moment, Matt realizing he rambled and expressed too much, it wasn't something he was used to doing.

" I see you...."

Her soft words cause Matt to turn and look at her, his expression one of nirvana.

Truth be told, these two strangers didn't know each other, they just met and yet, a mutual understanding is had, a connection is being formed - a deep connection.

It seems like time grows slower, the world moving in slow motion as their faces inch closer. The muffled music and voices from the outside created an odd sense of tranquility in the dimly lit bathroom.

There was no urgency in the moment, the two strangers that seemed to be growing closer at an accelerated pace, teetering on the edge as their lips ghosted each other, their breath fanning over the other's face.

Just before their lips could meet, the bathroom door swung open, a guy standing at the entrance. He misses the way trouble and blue jerk away from each other, their eyes wide and hearts beating wildly.

"There you are! I've been looking for you forever. Party is almost over, let's go."

Matt watches with longing as the girl stands up, giving him one last glance as she leaves with the other boy.

After a few seconds, he stands up quietly, the balloons in the tub flying up and spilling over. He moves towards the sink, gripping the counter as he stares at the reflection in the mirror.

He couldn't help but feel a dull ache in his chest, the loneliness settling in once more.

Who was that stranger that came to get her? Was that her boyfriend? If so, why did they almost kiss if she was taken?

Why doesn't he feel bad about the potential kiss?

He sighs and rubs over his face.

They didn't makeout, yet he was all over her.

[wizard-of-interesting-failure]

"It's true," said the mage, "if this wasn't a security exercise I'd be totally boned."

The assassin nods solemnly, the high wizard frowning at the display.

"Alright, you've made your point, now get this grisly spectacle out of here!"

"Relax, bossman, it's just a portal."

"I know; your morning beard is atrocious."

The mage's cheeks color as his head withdraws into thin air and vanishes. "A full report of the activity," the assassin says solemnly, offering a piece of rolled-up parchment. The high wizard nods and takes it; the assassin sketches a deep, solemn bow before turning and leaving, closing the door behind him.

The high wizard sighs.

"Great, yet another headache to add to the pile," he mutters, frown deepening as he reads the pseudo-scroll. "A single alarm ward? Really? Why did I even take this job? All the magic and wonder of trying to herd hundreds of hubristic halfwits capable of warping reality to their whim, but apparently unable to stop some guy with a pointy piece of metal jabbing them in their sleep? Ugh. I should have taken that court position. No dressing-down from a king's arrogant son could possibly be worse than-"

There is a knock at the door; he waves his hand irritably, the door halves parting to reveal an entire line of assassins standing solemnly in single file, each with a wizard's head in hand.

Some have two. One enterprising fellow is balancing a triangle of them, to much grumbling from his ostensible victims.

"Oh for fuck's sake, I'm just gonna shift the whole complex into the void. 'weh weh weh, we need to be able to access reality', shoulda thought of that before you decided to sleep behind a single alarm ward I guess!"

The assassin at the head of the line clears her throat. Solemnly.

"Yeah, yeah. Apologies, ma'am; not your fault, you're just doin' your job, and aren't we all except for that incompetent lout you're carrying there."

"Hey!" says the second of many heads; the head wizard ignores him.

"We do appreciate you all coming out," the head wizard says, raising his voice. "Your potion supplies should have arrived already, and you can feel free to take any one personal item from each of your 'kills' as a bonus."

The woman nods solemnly. A chorus of groans and protests echoes from the hall.

"Well maybe you'll do better next time!" he yells out through the doorframe, before turning to the woman again. "Might wanna be careful though; some of these idiots hoard cursed bullshit like it's going out of style."

"We do not require additional recompense," the woman says solemnly.

"Feh. Lettin' 'em off too easy. Ah well, I'll figure something else out. Plonk her down on the table and let's get this over with."

The assassin nods solemnly, and another day in the life of the high wizard begins.

"Magic users look down on us normal folk because they think their powers make them better than us, but they still eat and drink; and they always fall into a peaceful sleep, self-assured that no one can get past their defenses." The assassin spoke as he placed the mage's head on the table.

[bartywinter]

taxi · @rosekillermicrofic · rosekiller · word count: 319

New Year's Eve had been celebrated in style. They had eaten and drank too much, danced and sung until their legs and throats had begged them to rest, and kissed to the beat of The Psychedelic Furs as a silent, unspoken promise that they would have each other for another year, just as they had since they had started dating three years ago.

Now, Evan was stroking his hand in the back seats of the taxi driving them home. They weren't talking, neither was the driver —but it was all right. Barty was drunk with love. He stared adoringly at Evan as he caressed him back, meanwhile the boy's eyes were fixed on the car window and the people walking by in the early morning hours of January 1st: elderly people taking their dogs for walks, men lending their coats to their cold girlfriends, women carrying their shoes in their hands and laughing with each other while some complained about having to walk in such cold weather.

When Evan’s eyes found Barty, he smiled and fiddled with his fingers until his attention landed on his ring finger.

“Barty.”

Oh, no.

No way was he going to let Evan beat him to it.

“Marry me, Evan.”

Evan snorted.

“I wasn't going to propose.”

“The hell you weren't.”

Evan grinned from ear to ear and looked straight ahead, still squeezing Barty's hand gently. When he spoke again, his tone was soft.

“I got the ring, you know.”

“Me too.”

Barty’s heartbeat quickened the moment he heard Evan’s laughter, much as it had the first time he had heard it.

“Fucking liar.”

Barty smirked and pulled him closer by the grip on his hand so that their faces were within inches from each other.

“Bartemious Rosier.”

He immediately noticed Evan held his breath.

“Fuck, love.”

He pressed their lips together in a deep kiss and the taxi driver turned on the radio. He had had enough.

[lazycats-stuff]

Hey, first I just wanna say, big fan of your writing. Second, I just watched Kengan Ashura, and I was wondering about a batfam x male brother reader who is not a vigilante, but is terrifyingly good at fighting. Of course the batfam doesn't know that, but they find out accidentally on patrol one night. Any of the family members accidentally sees Reader going into an abandoned building and wonders why he is out this late. They follow him and find a crowd of people in suits and one of Bruce's managers standing there, and it turns out that Reader is an underground fighter for Wayne Enterprises with an undefeated record and makes billions of dollars because of fighting. They watch him fight out of curiosity and are shocked at his skill and at the fact that he is better than any of them, and that he uses a style none of them know (please make it Niko style with Kure style combined - Reader developed it for himself in secret). After the short fight, where they see Reader being bored because his opponents are weak, the batfam listens to the conversation between Reader and Bruce's manager (Reader's employer for Wayne Enterprises - and underground fighting), they find out that Reader's nickname is Baba Yaga (or The Boogeyman, or Ogre - whichever you prefer) and that he is the reason why Wayne Enterprises has been able to get so much real estate and why the profit has been so high the last 2 years. They run home and wait for the Reader to get back. They confront him together with Alfred and Reader just pretends not to know anything until they attack him to prove he is lying and he just mops the floor with them without getting a single scratch. Cue shocked faces and Damian begging Reader to teach him his style.

You can finish how you want. Sorry if it's long, and thank you for writing.

Okay, I've never heard of Kengan Ashura, since I'm not really a manga person, but since there is no plot related to the actual series I need to abide by, I'm comfortable doing it, I just need to do some research, so no worries. I'll do it.

And yes, I'm alive everyone.

Also, could not find a better GIF, my apologies.

Summary: (Y/N) fights underground. Bruce and the fam find out.

Warnings: mentions of fights, nothing explicit though. Again, no explicit fights. It's said he fights, but no explicit description.

In a house full of vigilantes who are brilliant at investigating and discovering things, hiding secrets of your own is not an easy task. They were all observant, even when not in their suits and when they were not on patrol. It is not easy to shut off the part of the brain that keeps you alive, after all.

But, if you live with those people long enough, you learn enough how to keep your secrets underneath the radar and you learn how to move past those people. (Y/N) has learnt that the hard way, but he learnt it regardless. He had to if he wanted to keep it all a secret. And now, what would that secret might be?

(Y/N) was good at fighting. But not just good.

He was terrifyingly good.

Better than his brothers and better than his father combined.

Why was that a secret? It should be a good thing to be good at fighting, since he is the son of Batman, after all. The problem lied in the fact that he had a style that was never heard of. And he fought underground for Wayne Enterprises. That made him billions and it was on a secret account, one that Bruce didn't know about, otherwise he would blow a gasket.

And besides, the money was just an added bonus. (Y/N) liked fighting, so money wasn't needed. But Jesus, was it a nice touch to keep fighting. He had a scheduled fight anyway. And it was tonight, so he had to make sure to wait that everyone else went on patrol. And that's what he has heard at the moment.

Shuffling around the rooms, chatter about the criminals and soon enough, all of those footsteps and chatter moving to Bruce's study. And then nothing. (Y/N) has waited for an hour longer before he snuck out of the manor, ready to go fight tonight. It's been a while and he needs to get this restless energy out of his system. He got to his car and started driving.

This time he was hoping that the opponents would be somewhat able to withstand him and give him a challenge. But those opponents are rare unfortunately and it made (Y/N) a bit bored. But hopefully, tonight would be fine.

It was a few hours into patrol now and oddly enough, it was all fine. Usual Gotham villains were quiet and just wanted a peaceful night in, it seems. The only crimes they stopped were some muggings, break in and maybe some crimes they had heard over the Gotham Police radio. It was easier to follow rather than to wait for something to wait.

At the moment, they were taking a small break on a random roof top, just resting their feet and talking about stupid things and the most random things they could think of. They were bored beyond belief, but they knew that they couldn't end patrol early because of two words, what if?

What if one of the Gotham villains tries something and they are already back at the Batcave? What if they can't reach the place in time?

There were far too many what ifs for their comfort.

Damian was glancing around, always on alert, when he paused and had to do a double take. He stood up, now sure that (Y/N) entered an abandoned building.

" Why did (Y/N) just enter that old building? " Damian questions and everyone looked at him confused. What is that supposed to mean?

" What do you mean? " Dick inquired, wondering what the hell he was talking about. " (Y/N) can't be here. He's at home. "

" No, he just entered the building. " Damian pointed at the said building, which made Bruce stand up to get a closer look.

" So... We are going to go inside? To check it out? " Tim wondered, clearly not sure on what to do in this situation.

" Well, that depends on how sure Damian is that he saw (Y/N) enter, " Bruce said, glancing at Damian.

" I am absolutely sure father. I would recognize my older brother. " Damian crossed his arms and scoffed. " Now I'm insulted, " He muttered, making Dick chuckle.

" Alright. I say we get in there. " Bruce jumped off the ledge and glided down, landing silently onto the ground in front of the old house. He looked around as he waited for his sons to come down. Once they did, they silently made their way inside. They could hear lot of noise and they moved onto the big beams.

It gave them a nice view of the floor and it wasn't really a shock as to what it was.

A fighting ring.

The only odd thing?

There were men in suits. And Bruce did a double take when he noticed one of his managers. What the hell passed through his mind, wondering why his manager would be here?! What the hell was he doing here?!

But once he saw (Y/N) enter the round circle made by men, shirtless, hands wrapped.

Why the hell is his son even here!? Why is he fighting?!

Bruce was perhaps speechless for the first time in his life.

" What the fuck? " He muttered to himself, wondering what the hell was going on.

He watched as an opponent stepped into the circle, ready to face (Y/N).

Bruce wondered how much would (Y/N) survive, since he wasn't the one who was trained by him. Bruce or anyone else didn't train him, they simply trained him to have at the very least some sort of self defense.

Bruce nearly fell of the beam once he saw (Y/N) fighting. It was... Bruce has never seen anything like this before. He doubted that Ra's even had knowledge of this fighting style. This was... Incredible. Bruce had to be honest, this was just... How and when did he learn this? Who the hell taught him?!

Damian had the exact same train of fought.

Bruce kept observing, making sure to remember as much as possible. But there was something that was noticeable to him. Two different style, clearly something that he tailored to himself. Bruce noticed the tense up muscles, both in defense and offense. Then the sheer agility... Quick movement...

And redirection of the opponent's moves... What the hell was this? And with minimal effort too... Bruce tilted his head as he watched. This was incredible.

And since when is he so flexible? What the fuck was going on in his manor, Bruce thought as he kept watching his boy fight.

Then there was clear clawing at the opponents eyes, going for the neck...

Bruce couldn't believe it.

He had to figure out where he learned this. He needed to know.

But he couldn't do it here. He signaled to the boys to get moving back home. Bruce would deal with it later, but paused when he heard (Y/N) speaking to one of the managers, well, (Y/N)'s manager.

" You couldn't have brought in more skilled opponents? " (Y/N) leaned on the wall, arms crossed and Bruce was sure that he could see that frown on (Y/N)'s face, even though he couldn't see the face of his son.

" It's not my problem that you are leaps and bounds above them. " The executive said, adjusting his tie.

" You need to get me better opponents. "

" Is that the way you speak to your manager? " The man chuckled and Bruce could only sense the eye roll from (Y/N).

" Well, when your Boogeyman is getting a lot of money rolling into Wayne Enterprises, I would like to think that I can speak to you the way I damn please. "

Bruce's eyes widened as he listened in, adjusting his position on the beam.

Big profits that created a spike were 2 years ago and they kept growing... Underground fighting was the reason why there were even more money rolling in? What the fuck?

" Well, I do pay you well from what we earn, don't I? "

" Well, you have to if you want to keep the Boogeyman.. Besides, why did you give me that name? "

" I didn't name you that, everyone else did. And besides, it's a scary nickname that fits you. " The manager said as he stood up straighter.

" Anyway, I'm going home now. I have to make sure that dad doesn't see this, " (Y/N) murmured, making the manager nod.

" If Bruce finds out about this, we are all doomed kid. Have a good night. "

" You too. "

Bruce and everyone else were waiting for (Y/N) back at the manor, making sure to get there before him. They informed Alfred and have decided to confront him once he gets home. They dressed out of their suits and were waiting in the living room, all pretending to do something to seem natural in their behavior. Not like they are trying to confront him.

And oddly enough, the night is young anyway, so they didn't need pretend to be asleep.

(Y/N) came in, saying hi to everyone before going to the kitchen to get a snack. He already showered at the old house, curtesy of his manager.

" Evening (Y/N), how was your night? " Bruce looked up from a magazine, something he just picked up randomly.

" Eh, peaceful. "

Bruce and everyone else glanced at each other. Liar, liar, pants on fire.

" Ah. So we didn't see you in that abandoned house? " Damian started and (Y/N) tensed up for a bit before relaxing.

" No, must have been someone else, " (Y/N) said nonchalantly, keeping his composure.

Everyone slowly migrated to the kitchen, ready to slowly confront (Y/N).

" Are you sure? " Bruce asked and (Y/N) nodded.

" Of course I'm sure. "

And so they all attacked him at the same time.

And (Y/N) reacted, of course.

By wiping the floor with them. Completely and utterly.

Bruce was shocked and Damian was starstruck. Tim, Dick and Tim slowly moved away.

" What the fuck? " Jason muttered.

" Language, " Alfred stated, trying not to show his shock.

" (Y/N), you need to teach me! " Damian now followed (Y/N) around, clearly trying to get into his good graces to teach him. (Y/N) just wanted some peace in this insane household.

" Who taught you all of this? "

(Y/N) simply ducked into his room, avoiding everyone. Not tonight. Nope. Nope. Not gonna happen.

[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 39. A Familiar Face

Summary: Dahlia's second year is officially underway with Conscription Day finally here. A new year, new cadets, and a familiar face she wasn't expecting to see amongst the new first years. Black Dahlia Masterlist | Masterlist | Links

Another year, another Conscription Day. It was crazy to think one year ago that was me. How different my life was this time last year. Though some things were still the same. I was still a disappointment, if not a bigger one to my family. Especially with the company I now kept. And especially after Garrick’s very public show of affection towards me. The one upside to that was Dain now avoided me completely.

”Ready for your first duties as Squad Leader?” Garrick teases as we walk across the courtyard to the Parapet.

”That sounds so…. weird. Not sure who thought it was a good idea to give me Squad Leader.” I say with a grimace.

I had been so sure any leadership opportunities were off the cards for me due to my father overseeing Basgiath. But clearly he had no say on the matter. My name had been clearly marked as Xaden’s replacement for the year as he stood up to Wingleader.

”Same person who decided to make Bodhi an Executive Officer.” He points out.

Bodhi deserved it though. He had stood up massively in War Games. Xaden had split the Squad into attacking and defending and sadly had lost our squads executive officer in an attack. Bodhi had taken over instantly, defending our outpost with ease. He had more than earned his spot.

”Clearly whoever is making these choices needs to be evaluated. Somehow you got section leader.” I tease back.

”Ouch. Good to see you’re still as ruthless as before.”

One of the things that was vastly different to last year. Last year when I had crossed the parapet and given my name, Garrick had hated me for it. Wanted nothing to do with me. And I had wanted nothing to do with him. If I could tell my past self they’d be walking across the courtyard with his hand on their lower back and be in a relationship with him, they’d laugh at me.

“You knew what you were getting yourself into.” Bodhi adds as we get into ear shot.

“And you are relieved of your duties.” I say, cutting Garrick off as I walk up to Bodhi. “I’ll find you two later.”

Garrick goes to object, but Bodhi pushes his shoulder, ushering him back into the crowd of cadets. Ever since graduation Bodhi had been pushing Garrick’s buttons more than normal. The whole day after he’d been boasting about winning the bet against Imogen. He had bet we’d be together before the end of my first year. Which he’d technically won by just a few hours. But Garrick had also been doing it back to him, especially after he found out Bodhi had accompanied me to Chantara to get the new tattoo that adorned my right forearm. To be fair, Bodhi had no idea what I’d been planning to do. He was just along for the ride. And in my defence, Garrick had been out doing something with Xaden. So the only logical choice to take with me was Bodhi. Bodhi was convinced Garrick thought it was partly his idea with how he was acting, but honestly Garrick didn’t care I’d gotten the tattoo. He just enjoyed watching Bodhi squirm.

Cadet after cadet crosses the parapet. All of them ready to take on the Quadrant. Though most of them wouldn’t make it to the end. Even once you bond a dragon you aren’t guaranteed to stay alive. We’d lost a lot of second and even third years in War Games. Due to it Garrick had been moved to Flame Section for his Section Leader role along with many other moves within the Wing’s.

A cadet practically jumps off the parapet, turning around quickly as they draw a dagger. My eyes go wide as I take in the familiar brown and silver hair, styled into a braided crown. Holy shit. Violet Sorrengail. What the hell was she doing here? Dain is going to lose it when he realises she’s here. Seconds later a far larger cadet halts on the parapet as her dagger pushes into his breaches, dangerously close to his balls. Never thought I’d see the day where Violet would hold a guy three times her size at knife point.

”I think. I’ll be safe. For right. Now.” She gets out between ragged breaths.

”Will you?” The blonde haired cadet seethes as he looks down at her with piercing eyes. He was going to be an issue.

Violet starts reciting the codex with ease. Of course she would know that thing off by heart.

”I don’t give a shit!” He roars, stepping forward as Violet’s dagger slices into his breeches.

”Name?” The girl keeping roll asks, sounding completely unphased by the altercation happening in front of us. “You’re pretty small for a rider, but it looks like you made it.”

”Violet Sorrengail. And before you ask, yes, I’m that Sorrengail.” She says with slight irritation. Clearly she’d been asked that question multiple times before.

”Not surprised with that manoeuvre,” She says as she notes down her name. “And what’s your name?” Directing her question to the cadet Violet still holds at knife point.

”Jack. Barlow.” He growls out, his attention still fully on Violet.

”Well, Jack,” I start as I push off the wall, Violet turning her head towards me, her eyes going wide as she realises who I am. Her eyes trailing over my uniform and noting the patches on my jacket. “Cadet Sorrengail has you by the actual balls here, in more ways than one. She’s right. Regs state that there’s nothing but respect among riders at formation. You want to kill her, you’ll have to do it in the sparring ring or on your own time. That is, if she decides to let you off the parapet. Because technically, you’re not on the grounds yet, so you are not a cadet. She is.”

Jack turns his piercing blue eyes to me, his eyes flicking down to where my name is sewn onto my uniform. “And if I decide to snap her neck the second I step down?” He growls, the look in his eyes telling me he would definitely do it.

”Then you get to meet the dragons early,” The other girls answers, her tone bland. “We don’t wait for trials around here. We just execute.”

I take a step towards Violet, putting myself behind her right shoulder. “What’s it going to be, Sorrengail? You going to have Jack here start as a eunuch?”

No one else would notice it, but I see her falter. See her question what she’s actually doing. She was trained to be a scribe. Not a rider. I doubt she’d even picked up a blade till a few months ago. What the hell happened in the year Dain and I were gone?

”Are you going to follow the rules?” She asks Jack, tightening her grip on the dagger.

”Guess I don’t have a choice.” He sneers at her, before raising his hands in defeat.

She steps back, lowering her dagger to let him by. Jack steps down into the courtyard, making him an official cadet of the riders quadrant. “You’re dead, Sorrengail, and I’m going to be the one to kill you.”

”Not today.” She says with confidence, before he scoffs and walks off.

”Damn Sorrengail, not even a day in and already making enemies.” I tease, pulling her attention to me.

She just looks at me and nods meekly before turning and walking into the courtyard, heading towards the girl who had crossed before her. And as if magnetised to her, Dain starts walking right towards her. Oh this was going to be fun.

@imtoanonymousforyou @simplyme-fornow @omalmal @lalaluch @wolfbc97 @leptitlu @fullmoon-94 @the-fandom-ness @fan-of-many-bands @awkardnerd @heeseungthel0ml @acourtofsmutandstarlight @fairchild06 @freyagallileaevans @pit-and-the-pen @hannraumari @elliot-rain @thestarseternaal @stupid-and-contagious01 @hyperfixation-train-station @lxnvmvrzx @thebreadisthetruevillian @red0202 @fangirling-galore @craftytrashprincess @taliyahvermillion @xadenswhore @fenixyrie @lagrandeourse @hellodarling1357 @iambored24601  @thegiftofacreativemind @fanfictionjunkie1112 @mysticalfuncollectorus @ohlookitsasinglepoeceofpopcorn

[sharklovingaquarist]

The Trump and Zelensky situation proves to me how much patriarchy has devolved us. Obviously, Trump is the jackass here. But I was also reading Matt Gaetz Twitter today (just out of fun to my mom), and this dude is just stroking Trump off like romantic style over this full blown tantrum. Modern humans have strayed so far from a natural matriarchy that I truly believe we are close to seeing the end of our species. The world itself will probably not fully die, there would be organisms probably able to withstand the environmental issues (chemosynthetic tubeworm type shit). But I just think I'm going to take this as proof that the patriarchy wasn't meant to exist. Men aren't fit for power. I don't think males are incapable of caring for people, but they are biologically meant to be picked and reliant on women. Now you have men who discard our wellbeing instead of revolve it out of reliance. Now you have a bunch of toddlers running the world, stamping their feet at any disagreement. Its insanity to grow up and see that most men act like literal CHILDREN. A bunch of bloated pink men who slam their bodies on the floor in the middle of Target because they weren't allowed to have the most expensive nerf gun. Men have devolved, and it's astonishing to watch.

Trump reminds me of a stereotypical evil ruler, and JD Vance is like his little goblin servant that goes, "THEY DISRESPECTED THE KING! GUARDS! EXECUTE THEM!"

[thatoneweirddreamer]

The Media Demon: Regress

[Note: I can't believe I'm doing this, @that-hazbin, I partially blame you for this, this is based on your media demon AU. I don't know if I will make another part of this. But for now, let's start with this first.]

Alastor knew that after Adam's last attack on him had given him an injury that would either heal very slowly or kill him if he wasn't careful and slowly start to heal up. But, for some reason, for some god damned reason that he still doesn't understand, he didn't leave the battlefield. He watched from the shadows as everything was happening and just as it seemed that Charlie was about to be killed by Adam from asphyxiation. He stepped in. He made a last-ditch effort to kill Adam and failed.

He attacked Adam from behind from the shadows and while Adam did let Charlie go to counter-attack him. Adam's attack, across his chest much like Adam's first fatal attack against him, but in an opposite manner, did more damage than what he was anticipating. But, for him, that was enough at the very least Charlie will have a chance of defeating or even killing Adam. Before Charlie or Adam could do anything else a blast of holy magic blasted Adam through the hotel roof and straight to the basement level.

'Well, it seems His Royal Shortness has finally arrived,' Alastor thought as his breath became wheezing, his lungs began to fail him as he lay on his back awaiting his second more permanent death to take hold, 'I do hope that they should just kill him, but the Princess wouldn't like that.'

His eyes began to blur as Charlie all, but clambered over to him in a panic, eyes filled with tears soon followed by Vaggie who was panicking, finally, Lucifer descended and immediately began trying to heal him also looking very much panicked and worried. 'Ah,' Alastor thought, 'Don't cry, Mon Faon.' Alastor tried to move his arms to wipe away Charlie's tears, but much like everything else his arms have also failed him.

His eyes trailed over Vaggie who was both trying to comfort Charlie and not cry and panic seeing him dying and then his eyes landed on Lucifer, who was doing his hardest to not look at him in the eye and concentrate on healing him. He used the last of his strength to grab one of Lucifer's hands and tried to drag the hands away from his chest when he grabbed Lucifer's wrist, Lucifer's eyes snapped straight onto him and made eye contact, Alastor could only give him this sort of pained grimace as his eyes held what both he and Lucifer know. He, Alastor, cannot be saved, but Lucifer only shook his head and as Lucifer's hands shook continued to try and heal him.

'This isn't the worst outcome I've thought of for myself, though it would be a shame to leave mon faon without any support, by now, His Majesty should step up, especially with me about to be gone.' From the edge of his eyes, he can see as the darkness slowly but surely consumes his sight. Lucifer's effort will only slow down his ensured death by a few seconds or a minute or 2 at most.

Rather than fighting it, Alastor gave in. Alastor stopped fighting against death and let it take him. Lucifer seemed to panic more and Charlie's cries grew louder as she tried to escape Vaggie's hold, who was also crying. Charlie was trying to get to Alastor to hug him. That was the last thing he saw before everything turned black for him.

______________________________

The first thing he knows is that he can no longer feel any pain, the second thing is that shouldn't he be dead. The final thing he noted was that he felt weak, magically and physically, but simultaneously, he was in perfect health? He finally put in an effort and opened his eyes and saw that he was in the middle of a crater in the middle of the streets in Pentagram City, and the feeling of deja vu. He climbed out of the crater he was in and nearly cursed without anything to cover his foul language. He knew those buildings, he recognised those old decrepit and out-of-date styles anywhere. This was the day he first arrived in hell. He was both thankful to whoever was behind this and cursing them to the high heavens.

[lightsiided]

     she exhales a shuddering breath as he settles behind her. rey's movements falter for just a moment, but then she resumes braiding her hair, twisting it off her face into a style comfortable for sleep. not that she thinks she will get much REST tonight -- there are too many things on her mind. despite how exhausted she is, she can't help but to think about it all, now: the fight, jane, val, gorr's daughter... their future together. the thoughts cycle rapidly through her mind.

yet the reminder brings a brief flash of warmth with it. their future TOGETHER. they will be married -- it is a single bright spot in so much tragedy. rey pauses, staring into thor's eyes through his reflection in the mirror. her hands hover over her hair.

"i know. i felt it." thor had been so frightened. it was impossible not to sense it. rey could feel his terror as if it were her own, even though she wasn't scared -- not really. it's painful enough just knowing he was struggling. the tear in her heart that comes with any of thor's negative emotions is no less AWFUL for how familiar it is.

she knows it must have been difficult for him, to watch his loved ones be TORTURED. to be asked, by the universe, to endure. again.

just the thought of it makes her eyes well. what an impossible situation to be in -- and here she is falling to PIECES over the thought of losing him when they are still together.

many times in their relationship, rey has been reminded she can't protect thor from the things that wish to hurt him... but the realization always stings regardless. being in a position that forces him to relive one of the worst days of his life pains her anew.

for a moment, she hardly knows what to say. slowly, she resumes braiding her hair, and once she finishes, she turns around in the small space between thor and the vanity. rey leans back against the wood, reaching out to pull him into her arms. she hugs him as CLOSE as she can, squeezing tightly. surely he already knows she hadn't wanted to pry for details, so she doesn't say as much. he must know she had sensed the memory was PAINFUL and wanted to give him the space to deal with it in his own time.

now is that time, she supposes. gently, rey rubs the back of his head, then cups thor's cheek. "you can talk about it with me," she says softly, encouragingly. "i'm here. i'm not going anywhere." not EVER, if she has things her way. especially not now.

rey holds his gaze steadily. "i know it was a tragedy. from what you've shared... i can't imagine how it must have felt. and everyone demanded you keep going without taking the time for yourself. and you've been GOING ever since." there hasn't been time for a rest, for grief -- for anything. they have moved from one battle to another since the day they met.

anyone would crumble under the pressure, but thor hasn't. that pulls at her heart all the same. "i think talking about it... and giving it the weight it deserves... would be good for you. and for me. i always want to know about ANYTHING that troubles you."

he aches to see her so hurt, so frightened, so panicked.  it’s all over his face and in his eyes as he watches her; there would be no hiding the display of empathy even if he wanted to.  it’s in the pinch of his brows, his frown, the sadness in his eyes.  swiftly, thor’s hand moves from rey’s back to her face.  still light as a feather, his fingers glide along her jaw, his thumb swiping at the trail of tears before her own hand rises to wipe the moisture away.

“it’s alright,” he whispers, so quietly he’s hardly audible.  “i’m right here.”

he accepts her into his space, pressing his forehead to hers as she leans into him.  too clearly he remembers when it had been him in rey’s position; the medcenter on ajan kloss, following her fight on exegol.  nothing she said could chase away his panic — he imagines the same is true here.  only letting the seconds tick by and letting himself come to accept her continued presence at his side made it better.

“you haven’t lost me.  you aren’t going to lose me.”  cradling the back of her head, fingers grazing against her neck, he steadily meets her eyes in search of any acceptance.  it’s unlikely he’ll find it so soon, but — isn’t it up to him to try?  isn’t it his job to chase her fears away, even if the effort is fruitless?

there’s a pain in his chest, quietly sitting and watching her, holding her.  he doesn’t know whether it’s hers or his own — it hurts all the same.  he never wanted her to know what this feels like.  when she pulls away from him, he bites back a sigh, merely nodding at her.  he catches her hands just before she releases him, caressing along her arms and wrists until finally they part.

he stays where he is for the duration of her shower.  when she steps out, he rises to trade his towel for a pair of sweatpants.  as he retreats into the now empty bathroom to drop the used towel in the laundry bin, he glances over at her.  all is quiet in the house around them, but all is not yet peaceful.

slow steps bring him to a stop just behind rey, where he places his hands on her hips while she works on her hair.  there is the desire to take up the act for her —— but he knows she likes to keep her hands busy, especially when she’s anxious.  they feel long, the few moments that pass with neither of them saying anything.  but looking at their reflection, looking at her, it’s clear in his face that there is something thor wants to say.

he doesn’t quite know how to start.  and he doesn’t want to further upset her… but there is still much to be said about this day.

“i almost lost you today, too.”  speaking lowly, his thumbs stroke at her sides.  he doesn’t meet her eyes now.  “not… before eternity.  in the shadow realm, after jane had discovered that — gorr needed stormbreaker.”  all the darkness surrounding them, gorr’s taunts, the thick, black tendrils that even thor couldn’t free himself of.  it’s wholly unpleasant to recall.  “the terror was so… prevalent.”

“it had reminded me of the day loki died.”  the resemblance was too similar.  strikingly so —— thor isn’t likely to forget any time soon.  “i never told you exactly what happened on that ship.”  why not now?  he would like to patch up the newly opened wounds together; it seems as good a time as any for complete honesty.

[eerna]

Watching severance reminded me again how much I actually dislike Netflix releasing a season at once. If the whole season was released, I wouldn't have had the time to sit down and think and ACTUALLY PROCESS the episode. I wouldn't be going online to check out theories and opinions on just the episode. I wouldn't have watched a 40-minute analysis of the latest episode with my husband and theorize extensively on what could happen and what could these small details mean.

This is some of the most fun I've had watching a tv show recently and I can't believe that I, the renowned scaredy cat, am thoroughly enjoying a "psychologial thriller" series.

They got me so good, it's incredible

I am so glad you're having so much fun!!! So true the psychological thriller comment.... It's the same for me, I appreciate the week-long theorizing and waiting so much more than the binge style release, and I wasn't even aware how much until this. This is the anti Netflix show - you can't watch it all at once, you can't watch it as bg noise while doing something else. I even avoid eating while watching because I feel like I am missing out just looking down to grab the next bite lolol. It doesn't even matter to me anymore if the show will have a good ending or not, I am having so much fun with the ride I couldn't feel like I lost any time on it!

[mtcloudsworld]

Can I please request a Dick Grayson x black reader smut, we know that man is nasty and when he’s in love he’s down right filthy so he’ll be into spanking, hair pulling chocking, and he’s definitely eating pussy like his life depends on it. Do what you want just make him as nasty as ever 🤎🤎🤎

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | +18, mdni, dick grayson x black!reader, black!fem, hair pulling, oral (v receiving), pet names: dollface, baby, darling, mama, love, friends to lovers trope, dirty talk, backshots, pound town, gushy gushy

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 | ANON, I'm not even gon' lie... I struggled with this one soooo bad 😭 I was over here tryna give you like a whole ass story and what now, but then my ass was way too stubborn, and way too horny to do all that soooo I just typed away at it as much as I could. Hopefully you like it. If not, sue my writer's block lol.

please comment, like and reblog!! Enjoy lovebugs!!! 🦠🩷

𝐀𝐇𝐇, 𝐘𝐄𝐒, we know Dick is a nasty man, he likes it sloppy, filthy to the point you're a quivering whimpering mess, right?

It was kinda hard...at first... to believe how nasty this man could be.

How could someone so energetic with such a cocky personality trapped in a god like body with that millionaire dollar smile make a girl cum in seconds?

Your relationship was mutual. You both had the same friends but never budged to hang out with each other.

It didn't mean he never had his eyes on you, though.

The way you walked, how you talked, dressed and styled yourself never failed to amaze him. Your hair was either in braids or in its natural habit-- curls. You always had your nails done and your scent was always a mixture between cookie dough, vanilla, and coco butter.

Your personality was cute and charming, oftentimes you were a bit shy and quiet, but once you got comfortable around somebody you were okay.

Usually, Dick hopped from girl to girl, could never stay committed at times and getting to know you genuinely as friend wasn't supposed to go any further than that...but it did.

You were constantly on his mind, effortlessly grabbing at his attention, you had a way of caring for people-- it was almost like a motherly instinct to nurture someone.

There were moments when you two were face to face, talking, having a normal conversation about something and you'd just...lightly brush a strand from his face or fix the collar of his shirt.

Oh, his tie is crooked? Let me fix that.

Got a crumb on his face? Let me wipe that off for you.

Eventually, coming over to each other's apartments turned into sleeping over, getting weirdly comfortable with cuddling, having deep, intimate conversations that most friends or associates wouldn't have with each other.

But that was the issue, you both were comfortable, and usually comfortability led to numerous things.

Things that became private and secluded from the rest, things that took time for him to accept and realize. Things that allowed you to invite him and read you like a book. He took time out of his own world to get to know you from the inside out. He took time to settle for the innocent things that were ultimately sweet to the point his teeth were rotting.

It took time to understand this wasn't a friendship, it was more than just a simple hug, a glance in those beautiful eyes, a brush of the hands, having mental check ins, texting and calling each other nonstop-- it was more than just platonic.

Because best believe when he's found himself stuck in a place where you're truly his only option, his only solitude, his only source of light and recharge-- he'll come running to you. He's done it plenty of times, more than you can count.

Even when he thought it was the stupidest idea to land on your balcony at the weakest time of his patrol, you took care of him without even knowing.

You took care of him like you would at campus, eating with friends, hanging out-- you were always in his corner. So when he reveals to you who he truly was, Nightwing, it felt like a tone of bricks slipped off his shoulders.

Your promise of keeping his identity a secret felt more sacred than anything.

He had gotten comfortable with just sneaking his way into your apartment, unless he didn't warn you ahead of time, everything was on lock down. Born and raised in Gotham taught you so many things and keeping your home secure at all times was one of them.

When he does come over after a nightly patrol, it's never a dull moment where your stitching him up, cleaning the blood from off his skin, icing his cheek with a bag of frozen fruit...there was never a dull moment when he's sitting there like a little kid observing you glancing over him and checking every aspect of him, making sure that he was okay and in piece...never a dull moment when he wants to lean in and kiss you...but something always got in the way.

Nonetheless, he makes it his goal to at least try,

On a Friday night, after patrol, he realized how far he was from home.

As much as he wanted to take a break from visiting you, tonight had him beat.

He wasn't feeling up to swinging from rooftop to rooftop when your apartment was literally right here.

Coming to your place unannounced was never his intention, nonetheless, you invited him in anyway. Cleaning up his wounds and washing the blood, dirt and grime from off his suit, he heads to the bathroom for a shower.

Once he was done, he stepped out in only a pair of sweats. His hair a mixture of dry and wet strands curling around his eyes and shoulders gave him that boyish charm that made most girls go feral. Along with the sight of his toned torso, bitable muscles and imprint of his bulge...yeah, you were in deep.

And trying to stay cool, calm and collected while standing beside you, in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his foot crossed over the other, arms crossed while eating a banana wasn't getting you nowhere.

You were finding it hard to make eye contact with him, too scared to stumble over your words when he gazed over you with those piercing sapphire eyes and beautiful smile. He was speaking to you so casually, but your thighs were practically clenching against one another.

Your body was hot, heart beating quicker than usual while your mind was going to places that it shouldn't. Yet here you were feeling some type of way, and when you were done with those damn dishes, you both settled on the couch. Putting on a horror movie to pass on the time.

Neither of you were really tired, it was only 1:30 on a Saturday morning, so settling with that seemed plausible.

15 minutes in man spreading with his eyes trained on the screen. He mindlessly accepted the comfort of your crossed legs over his lap. Leaning into his arm, with your own wrapped around the muscle you feel his warmth transfer through you as your body laxes, even with his knuckles brushing lightly against the side of your thigh, it felt nice...or when he massaged it, groping it softly and caressing at the flesh subconsciously...it felt nice, too nice.

Because at some point you told him to stop, and when he looked to you confusingly. Brows furrowed with a puzzled gaze, you bring it to his attention, embarrassingly, that it made you feel some things.

And it dawns on him, suddenly...

The smirk and mischievous glare in eyes make you feel shy, wanting nothing more than to curl in a ball.

It dawns on him that he has an effect on you.

Just like you had an effect on him with taking care of him, physical touch from him felt like heaven. The littlest things he does to you sends you on a whirlwind.

And he couldn't lie, it boosted his ego.

He would sit there contemplating his next actions for the next 5 minutes.

Eyes looking anywhere but the tv. There was this cute awkward silence between you. Clearly fidgety, unsure if y'all should or shouldn't...

Peeking over you, he murmurs, "do you want me to make it feel better?"

Staring ahead, your mind doesn't register his words until a second late.

The question no doubt taking you off guard, but you look at him shyly, shrugging your shoulders with uncertainty. "I-I think so?"

Trying to hide yourself from him, you wanted to express that it wasn't a big deal and that it'll go away on its own... but the way he was looking at you right now, with his hand still rested on your thigh...the temptation was real.

Dick chuckles at your cuteness, "No need to hesitate, doll face. If you're not up to it, I won't force you into anything." He says mindlessly brushing your curls behind your ear to get a good look of your face, brushing his thumb along your jawline. You gulp noticing the proximity of your faces, the scent of his body wash overwhelming you as you eye him adoringly. "I want to."

He cocks a brow at you, "you sure?" you realized his question was out of reassurance, wanting to make sure if this was something you wanted to do.

But you nodded, glancing between his eyes and those pretty plump lips of his.

"Yes, I'm sure."

It seemed impractical for him to think that way with you, but he did.

He thought about it nonstop.

To the point he was having to excuse himself to the bathroom, fisting himself at the thought of you. All because he had an innocent little cuddle session with you. He just couldn't bear the feeling of your ass brushing up against his dick, which was pathetic I know but true.

Or when he accidentally got a glimpse of your chocolate round tits, bouncing up and down as you squeezed and jumped yourself into those tight ass jeans you hadn't worn in a while because you gained a little bit weight around your ass and thighs.

He loved every second of it, though. He loved every chunky curve and perfect imperfect flaw that made you you. He thought about it every single day and night, out on patrol when he feels touch starved, or busy with other things that weren't you.

Dick has thought about consistanly.

He's thought about this exact moment for a while now.

He's got you in his grasp, trapped in your own room giving you exactly what you've been waiting for, and you realize between shared kisses and him glorifying your body that you love every second of it.

You love how messy he is, how he doesn't give a fuck if you're loud and everybody and they mama can hear you. He was making you feel good, making you feel like bouncing on his dick for hours.

Salvia drips from his mouth to your aching center. Watching how it rolls down the crevice of your lower lips past the entrance of your hole.

It coats every inch of you beautifully before proceeding to dip his fingers past your folds. Light wet sounds heard as he circles around to your clit, rubbing up and down tenderly.

"How's that feel, baby? Feels okay?"

"Y-yes, keep...going," You exhale shakily, nails curling into the sheets, balling them into your fists you feel his fingers slip in and out of your leaking hole.

His head rested at your thigh as he peppers kisses to your flesh, attentively watching your eyes flutter shut to the euphoric feeling building from within, your moans become softer and sultrier as your cunt welcomes him deeper.

Your skin felt so satisfying in his palms, almost like Play-Doh as he continued to grope parts of you. The way it was so smooth and yet so soft beneath his calloused hands, he never felt anything like it. Your scent was so intoxicating, he could almost taste it in his mouth. Actually... he wanted to savor it in his mouth, every inch, every lick, gathering a taste of you.

"Spread those legs for me, baby," he instructs lightly, lips adventuring south of your hips near your lower region. He gently moves your knees over his shoulders to hold you securely within his grasp.

Mouth leaving kisses to your clit, he lays his long pink tongue flat against your center. Licking long stripes up your clit deliberately slow, you gasp at the sudden action. "Oh, Dick~"

One taste after the other, he moans pulling you closer, "Fuck, I'm gonna ruin you."

His tongue flicks against your bud quickly. Concentrating on your raunchy moans and the way your body responds. His warm hands move upward around your parted thighs. Palms laid flat at the underside of them, he presses for your knees to touch your chest.

"Such a good girl." He plunges two fingers into your leaking hole, prepping you a little bit more before replacing his fingers with his mouth again.

The sensation of Dick's lips engulfing, sucking, licking and slurping against your sobbing wet pussy sends a heat wave through your body. The long-wet muscle glides over your hole teasingly a few times before shoving it inside.

Your whimper-moans fill his ears as he maneuvers in and out of you. Squirming beneath his hold. Not wanting to run away from him, he holds you down against the mattress, forcing you to take it like a good girl while arching your back off the mattress. "Aww, Dick right there~" with your head pressed to the pillow.

Completely immersed to the weird sensation of him tongue fucking you. Mentally, it felt too realistic, too natural for how far his tongue could reach. Undoubtedly grazing at the sides of your gummy walls, you were sure he could touch your g spot without even trying.

Nonetheless, it left you speechless, embarrassingly aroused and yet a stuttering mess that expressed something so indescribable.

With your hand pressed to the back of his head, you welcomed him deeper. His mouth working tirelessly eating you out like a full four course meal, you attempt to swivel your hips against his salivating mouth. "D-Dick..." The whimper of his name was high pitched, undoubtedly trying to warn him that something was brewing.

"Mmph," His mouth pulls away from your pussy with a smack. A heavy exhale hits at your exposed core as he continues with pumping you with his fingers. Voluntarily shaking and wiggling his fingers at your g-spot. Your movements halted, eyes clenching and jaw dropped to the action. "Mhmm, yeahhh. There you go, that's it, just let go for me baby, I got you." It sends continuous vibrations to your clit, your walls clenching and contracting around his finger, your throat emits a deep elongated moan, painting an ivory white all over his fingers.

Dick lets you ride out your high before he pulled out to examine your essence coating all over his fingers. You laid there, breathless and mind blown for a moment, resting your legs out onto the mattress lazily.

While you hear the humming of a pleasant man at the end of your bed, you were too busy collecting your thoughts of the events that just occurred.

Noticing you were completely silent he goes to land a kiss at your stomach.

"You okay, baby?"

You nod, "mhm." Before lifting yourself up slowly on your elbows.

When you get a better look at the image before you, you nearly snicker as Dick lick small spots of cum from off your inner thigh. Smiling from ear to ear, you ask with your head cocked to the side cutely, "Do I taste that good?" Looking at him with amusement, he traces kisses up your body. Grossing onto his hands and knees, you notice the rippling effect and swell of his muscles beneath the flesh of his arms and shoulders, veins bulging through, his huge frame looms over you causing your back to touch the mattress. when he comes face to face with you, your dainty hands come from up his biceps to wrap around his shoulders. Noses nudging against one another cutely, a playful smirk is decorated on his lips when he sees a little twinkle in your eye.

"Wanna find out?" His voice was deeper than before, raspy and sexily menacing to the point your aroused cunt began to clench around nothingness. Your lips ghosting over his, hooded eyes watched closely as you proceeded to finally engulf his, he immediately deepens the kiss no longer feeling the need to prolong it.

When he rests his body between your legs your startled by the heavy bulge of his dick rubbing along your clit. Moaning between kisses he takes this opportunity to slither his tongue past your mouth, brows connecting at the slow development of pleasure growing in your body. The combination of the slow yet firm stroke of his hips grinding against your pussy and his tongue adventuring in your mouth has your moans become breathy, soft and cute with a lilac touch that has him grunting in return. "Ooh, baby" your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder blades, your legs locking around his waist, his lips move down the side of your chin to leave bites at your neck. Sounds of your heavy exhales and whimpers growing needy has his dick twitching in his sweats.

"Wanna continue, love?" his hands clench to the sheets on either side of your head, keeping himself from crushing you completely, his hips rock against you.

"Yes...please." you exhaled shakily, bucking your hips to him.

It didn't take much longer for him to have you bent outta shape.

"Ooohhh Fuuuuck!"

In the perfect position, face down, ass up, your sweet raunchy melodic moans bounced off the four white walls as you clawed at the sheets. Body jerking, mouth gaped, and brows furrowed. Your back arched into his embrace as he pounds profoundly deep into your pretty little pussy.

"Mhmm, that's it, take that shit, mama-- fuck, you look so good like this."

Quick with precision, no breaks in between leaving marks on your bronze flesh. He leaves you breathless with your hand rested at his abdomen. He grabs at your wrist pinning it to your lower back to feel your long acrylics dig into his skin.

With sweat drenched strands sticking to his forehead, mouth gaped with heavy grunts, he observes the sight of your fat ass jiggling to the slamming of his hips.

Fucking you at an angle, your whimpers become suppressed by your swollen bitten lips. “Heh, you like this shit... don't you, baby? You like it rough? You like the way my dick feels baby, hm?" You were unable to speak, jaw dropped with hesitant moans slipping out and when he doesn't hear a response, when he doesn't hear you communicate with him, he dares to go slow. "Or should I go slow? Huh? Want me to fuck you slow and hard, dollface? Cause I can do that, I can give it to you just like this--" His thrusts still so harsh and rough against your clit, pegging his dick to grind deeper.

"O-Ooh fuck n-no, keep going! keep going! Don't. stop." You whined like baby hating the change of pace.

"Yeah?" he cocked a brow at you in amusement, smirking evilly.

"Mhmmm, please, Dickie, please go faster..." you beg

He grabs at your hips roughly once more, digging his fingers into your flesh, praising you. "Good fucking girl."

He was practically fucking you to pound town, fucking you till the bed was creaking, till your sounds were silence by the agonizing warmth of excitement circulating through your nervous system.

Your curls were shielding over your clenched eyes, head tilted back from his hand collecting a fist full of your hair, your lips gaped open in euphoric pleasure. You begin to wail as he pounds into you relentlessly.

He watches your pussy lips pucker around his length, squeezing him tightly and sucking him deeper and deeper till he reached your cervix. He was so deep you could practically feel him in your stomach. Driving and grinding his hips into you meanly, his hand was placed at the small of your back molding you into an arch.

And like a cat, slowly you follow through with his silent command, planting your chest onto the mattress, your arms outstretched from you, your head turns sideways observing how he fucks you in rhythmic motion, hands transitioning to coddle at your hips.

"Harder, baby, harder..." You nearly laugh at the sudden vibrations of your skin smacking repeatedly against one another, caught in a trance to the gushy squelching sounds of your sweet, sweet essences dripping from around your thighs. "Y-yeah, that's it, just like that-- mmphm...oh my God!" Your breath is caught at your throat, eyes beginning to water.

His hands grope at your ass cheeks, using the fatty flesh for leverage, turning his fingers white. Thumbs pulled your ass cheeks apart so he could catch a glimpse each time he thrusts into you with ease, the squelching gushy gushy of your arousal feels and sounds so sticky and wet to his ears, so sloppy that its dripping onto the sheets and soaking at the base of his abdomen.

"Shit, m'bout to cum..."

Between your parted legs you feel his hand move towards your center, gasping, "fuuuck!" You grind yourself against his fingers as they move around your folds, gaining your silk and ghost over your clit, slapping against it couple of times before giving it a sweet gentle rub in quick circular motions.

"Mmm'fuuuck yesss!"

You wail, body crumbling lower, feeling suddenly weak within his grasp.

He smirks victoriously when he feels you start to clench around his length, quivering like damn leaf. "Mhm, cum on this dick, mama." You release a deep guttural moan beneath him, when your body collapses to the bed sounds of your cum gushing from out of you is heard as he ruts inside of you, following in pursuit.

"Shit, gotdamn baby!"

He stood back with huff, watching as his tip leaked all over the crack of your ass. His cum seeping from out of your entrance down the side of your shaking thigh. Taking a hold of his dick, the swell of his mushroom tip smears your shared juices all along your center, between your folds, rubbing it up and down against your clit to hear you whimper from the sensitivity.

Stepping away, he kneels down to be leveled with your ass. Peppering kisses all along the red imprinted cheek, he nibbles at your thigh next.

He feels you move, your upper body turned sideways with your knee bent while the other stayed straight. Your hand reaches for the crown of his head as his face buries into the crevice of your cheeks. Inhaling the scent of your cum, it rubs up against his nose as he started to lick at you.

"Mmph, I can never get enough of you." He states pulling your ass cheeks apart some more, his tongue dragging up from your pussy to the space of your ass.

You squeal to the feeling of his long pink tongue slithering past your quivering hole. Dark lust filled eyes watching as your swollen lips parted, keeping eye contact with him as you press his head deeper, bucking your hips back.

You welcome him back into your heat, making out with your cunt, moaning at the taste of you lingering on his buds, his hands begin to smack at your ass a few times, groping at the flesh as he starts to slurp up his salvia, devouring you some more to feel it roll down the side of his mouth and smear against your inner thigh messily.

"Aww, shit!...you just can't get enough, huh?" You whimper laugh starting to ride his face as you feel him poke at your sweet spot, "fuck, you always find the right spot...Oh, m'cumming."

And what felt like the fifth time already, you cum, you cum all along his face feeling his head shake to finish you off completely.

Pulling away to see your pussy juices shine all along his mouth and chin, smeared at his cheeks. You watched as his smirk grew, his tongue slipping out to lick around his mouth seductively before going in for a kiss. His tongue shoved down your throat while your hand moves to stroke at his dick, thumb rubbing around his swollen tip.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

... y'all what the fuck did I just create???

[rosenclaws]

Hi rose! I saw your fluff prompts, and I’d like to request a lil something if you’re up for it :)

I would absolutely love to see something with Logan and the prompt “lifting the shorter person up so they can be seen in photos”, with the reader being the shorter one 💕

Btw if the reader could be plus sized, I will never be able to thank you enough🥰

Yess ofc, I was imagining trilogy logan with this btw

"This is so stupid." Logan huffs as you brush his hair back with a comb. You frown as his hair refuses to flatten down, always spiking up despite your best efforts.

"Oh stop whining, it's just one picture." You say as you set the comb down.

"All schools do it." Logan just rolls his eyes and pouts, something only you get to see in the privacy of your bedroom.

"That's not going to work this time Lo, come on you can buck up for a picture." You practically have the drag the man downstairs and outside onto the lawn.

It was Jeans idea. She had found a few old photos of the past X-Men teams and decided that they should restart the tradition. To remember the teachers and students that have walked through the halls of the mansion. Much to Logan's dismay. He's never really been a picture guy himself.

As people filed in you found yourself being pushed to the side by eager students and a few professors. You were relatively short compared to everyone else so your vision of the camera was soon blocked. You didn't have the heart or the guts to move yourself to the front so you settled for reaching on your tip toes.

Suddenly you feel hands on your waist as Logan lifts you up onto his shoulders.

"Logan!" You grab onto his hands and wrap your legs around his neck in fear of falling.

Before meeting Logan you believed that being picked up or twirled in a romantic gesture was purely for the movies. That it just wasn't something that was meant for you, but Logan changed all of that. He didn't care about any of that. If you wanted a movie style lift in the rain he'd give it to you.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I won't let ya fall." He says with a smirk.

As the camera flashes you smile wide for the picture, happy that this moment will be saved forever.

[zaleriz]

I think what makes Sakura Haruno's writing's lackluster isn't her abilities or relationships but her lack of identity. Although Sakura is one of main trio, we never get inside look at her life outside team 7 at least in canon anyways (Yes, I'm very much going to ignore anything written by a studio that hates her). We don't know what her parents look like (every filler episode that centers sakura doesn't exist to me). Considering that before the shitty studio headcanoned that Sakura's parent were low level ninjas, They were civilians, it would have been interesting to see how they are reacting to Sakura's ambition. Sakura's home could've have been a safe space, other than Ichiraku, for them to relax after stressful mission. Sasuke and Naruto, who lost their parents, get to feel the warmth and care of a family. It would've deepened their bonds and made Sasuke's choices more impactful. We could've also gotten an in depth look into the relationship between the civilians and shinobis of Konoha through Sakura.

Another issue with Sakura's writing is her lack of agency. The fact Kishimoto chose to tie her hair length with Sasuke is really annoying. I get it, he was trying to emphasize her immaturity but he already did that by her fangirling over Sasuke every 12 seconds. It's more jarring when Sasuke is written as one of the leading cause of SakuIno friendship breakup. It makes her crush on Sasuke feel embarrassing and sad rather than genuine and loyal. I mean he could've easily written that she grew her hair out as a result of the bullying or made it more obvious that she ended her friendship with Ino to become more independent.

Another thing I didn't like was her power development. As much as I love watching Sakura fight, I find that most of her fights post Naruto Classic was eerily similar to Tsunade. While there is nothing with it as Tsunade was her teacher, Naruto and Sasuke get to have unique attacks and abilities independent of their sannin mentors. Pre-Shippuden Most of Sakura's fight (which wasn't a lot even if you count filler) relied heavily on her Intelligence. She used jutsus that she learned in the academy to trick and surprise her enemy and save her friend. If they combine this with her taijutsu, chakra control and medical ninjutsu, that could've been become her own unique fight style like in Sakura Hiden where Sakura gives cancer to Nine Tailed Kido. It also would have been to win small battles or assist in the bigger battle. Maybe she could've have some first aid healing abilities early on the show or she could've been a tactician of some sort. He could've written Naruto to be the audience surrogate while letting Sakura explain the information that should be common knowledge to ninja because we all know that Naruto missed way too many classes to get the knowledge from the academy. Not only will this emphasize Sakura's intelligence, it also highlights the importance of Ninja Academy.

All in all, Sakura's character is the one that is rife with potential. I just wished she was written with as much depth and importance as Naruto and Sasuke.

[butterfrogmantis]

OKKKK BEANS LETS GO I MADE EVEN MOAR OCS CUZ I CAN

SmurfOtter

A bold and brash smurf with insanely good swimming abilities. Possibly a sideaffect of her mother's magical bubble powers getting translated into another water based ability? Who knows, all we know is Otter takes to water like … well. An Otter! When she's not out in the lake honing her new crawl styles, Otter can usually be found eating, sleeping or bringing back gross little things from the rivers to torment her sister with (it's her version of affection!). For an athletic girl, Otter is surprisnly laid back about other aspects of her life and doesn't care to compete. There's no point in swimming since she's guaranteed to win and she doesn't have the competitive streak other smurfs (COUGHFUCHSIACOUGH) have so she actually gets on pretty well with others. She's a little uncouth at times and doesn't like to dress up much. Comfy is her dry-land style.

SmurfWisteria

The opposite of her sister, Wisteria is a meticulous and organised Smurf who dislikes her sister's bad manners (whilst Wisteria is adamant on using the knife and fork in the correct hands and eating from the outside cutlery in, Otter will just shove everything in using a desert spoon and then belch loudly whilst yelling at the host 'good grub Mr.Chef' kind of thing). Wisteria doesn't seem to have inherited any special powers. Her thing is interior design. And it can get pretty annoying to have her as a house guest because she's so polite but also she will absolutely rearrange your furniture when you step out of the room. She's good at what she does, that can't be denied, but also what the heck Wisty.

SmurfChameleon

The divaaaaaa herself. The trouble with magical transformations is they can often imprint or even rewrite the DNA profile of a Smurf. regardless of how they were born. This can be seen in Brainy -> Precocious with some weresmurf feature and this is also true for Alchemist, who happened to have passed on a few scales and some horns. Combine that with Firefly's glowing powers and you have a cocktail (this is a pun, you'll see why later) for a pretty magical little baby. Chameleon's scales are iridescent, and change colours unlike her father's who mostly stay green. She spent years of her childhood and preteens covering up her scales with makeup but she gives far less fricks these days. She's not a mean smurf but she does have some pretty thick walls around her to cover up her insecurities over her appearance and often assumes others are mocking her when half the time they're not. Chameleon was taught alchemy by her father but seeing the failings, grew away from it for a while, only to discover a calling later on - she makes a wicked mixologist. You want a funky little magical glow-in-the-dark cocktail? She's your gal. Chameleon's drinks tend to come with magical side affects. Temporary, but just be warned before you try her firebreath whiskey shots. Also she's a totalllll nightowl.

Mosaic Smurf

Pretty simple dude. Uses his dad’s scraps of pottery and sculptures to make new art. Aka mosaics ✨ A little bit unassuming on the outside he's kind of your guy next door. Has a pretty wicked sense of humour though, expect a parcel on your doorstep of carefully arranged shards to represent the middle finger if you push him too far. Not too much else to say about him, he's a pretty chill guy (insert that turkish mosaic of the chill skeleton). Speaking of he's gonna go and hide that down by the river to just to mess with Archie. That's for dating his dad in the past and trying to break his pots /lh /j

Shanty Smurf

*Shanty man oh shanty man who's got a berth for a shanty man? * /ref. Short king Shanty is the kind of guy you'd despise if it wasn't for the fact he's so damn entertaining. Growing up alongside his sib, second cousin Vitriolic and her friend Rover, since all were similar ages, at least half English and sea-farers, Shanty found a passion for the most seaworthy of songs from a young age and hasn't shut the fuck up since. This he likes to use to his advantage to annoy Divo Smurf to no end (Meteorite/Rocky ng) since they're so uppity about 'good' music. This means he and Crescendo also get on fantastically since they can team up with Crescendo's french horn and Shanty's songs to be extra annoying. Yet for the average Smurf you just can't help but love Shanty since he's very personable and will go out of his way for those who need an extra helping hand. The one Smurf Shanty does tend to be a little more excessive with annoyance is Diligent (poor guy) for no other reason than Farmer always teasing Fisher, Shanty's dad. Farmer and Fisher's "rivalry" was never serious and neither is Shanty's, he just considers it some sort of mild generational revenge. That being said he lowkey got it bad for Dil deep down because we have to keep up the tradition. Shanty and Fuchsia shall now engage in a sea shanty vs country music battle to profess their superiority.

'Navi'gator Smurf

Navi is more sensible than their brother, but do not challenge them to a geography quiz!! They WILL beat you. Would be insane at geocacher thingys if they existed for Smurfs and can identify places purely on a crappy picture. Less of a star charter than Starry Smurf grows up to be; Navi prefers to travel by daylight and use landmarks like the weird rock that kinda looks like a toadstool to get around. Navi's a true (half)Cornish-er and can usually be found near pasties, cats or stargazy pie - all their favourite things! Ironically they do love opera, but don't tell Shanty that.

Behold!!

SmurfOtter, SmurfWisteria, SmurfChameleon, Mosaic, Shanty and Navigator are mine

[lightninginhersoul]

Okay some nuance on the Robby/Langdon/Santos mess now that i have had some time to reflect but before my second viewing of episode 9:

Robby was right to call Langdon out of the room and give him a lecture. Just because it is EXTREMELY common for interns and residents to be yelled at (at least once, by both residents and attendings according to at least 5 very close friends who are/have been residents) does not mean it should be. If Robby is trying to build an ED where that doesn't happen, that's great!! He is doing the right thing to address it right away. I wish someone had done that for my friends when they were in situations like that. The real point of contention is probably the "I've seen you riding her all day" thing where yes, Robby doesn't want Santos to become a punching bag (correct action) or for Langdon to be only effectively teaching others but not her (again, correct thing to step in for, he saw Langdon not praise her for getting a question right when he should have).

However, Robby doesn't have all the information, that this is at least the third time Santos has disregarded her senior resident (who is in fact responsible for what the intern does and depending on whose patient it is, the medical outcome) and that as a response to lighter criticism done correctly earlier, Santos has become even more resistent to listening to Langdon. He absolutely should have spoken to her in private about it, but he isn't wrong to be concerned that she will continue cutting him out and genuinely kill a patient. ALSO Robby, buddy, you just did a little bit of the same thing!!!! I get you wanted Langdon to listen to you but the WHOLE ED FROZE because you shouted to shut the fuck up. You ALSO need a break! Recognize it.

For Langdon, it is absolutely his responsibility to know when he needs a break. Clearly Amber made him upset - he had to call and hear his son in the middle of the shift. He was triggered, upset that his patient had been seizing for three whole minutes without someone even calling for him, and overwhelmed. Totally get him being in a bad space to then when he asks what happened, for Santos to cut off Mohan and say she messed up and Mohan saved the patient! But he is the teacher and he needs to find his calm now that the patient isn't actively in danger, take a minute to self regulate, and then talk to Santos. He also can't stop teaching her because he is upset with earlier actions - every case must be a chance to teach, and trying a new teaching style on her would be a better call. It is his job to teach, and he doesn't get to shut down or critque her answers when we have seen him be more encouraging with every other younger doctor and med student (although she also keeps answering questions wrong and he does in fact get to say those are wrong - this is expected behavior)

However, like I said, this is super risky of Santos. The reson July 1st isn't actually dangerous to go to the hospital is because new interns are supposed to run basically everything by a resident until everyone is sure they can handle some procedures by themselves. The safeguards are not currently working in the Pitt and Langdon needs to know that he won't lose a patient because his intern didn't check what to do next or even call him into the room. Langdon has every right to call her out for her now repeated actions. She almost killed a patient a few hours ago after not checking in with him! He doesn't want to let it slide that she is trying to circumvent him - they still have hours to go and this is becoming a dangerous pattern. He also doesn't have all the information about what just happened - he genuinely thinks that Santos has now tried to override Mohan, ANOTHER resident! This is now a serious concern if it isn't just him because that means they have an intern who isn't trying to learn. He doesn't know that Mohan took actions to regulate jumping ahead with treatment - he wasn't in the room (when he should have been).

Mohan did a great job, no notes there other than needing to have someone call Langdon in earlier. She was right that he shouldn't have treated Santos like that, she was right to listen and try something according to logic from another doctor, and she was absolutely right to not give all the saline at once but do some of it, wait for lab confirmations, and then commit to the rest of the action. Good job queen!

But this is still a problem, and Santos doesn't seem to acknowledge the actual root of the issue. Sure, her saying that Langdon doesn't think she has what it takes might just be to help further win over Mohan, but it could also be her projecting and not actually listening to Langdon! There are rules and protocols for a reason, and you can't just skip over them on day 1. Robby said it earlier to Collins! Residents can't override attendings, and interns can't override residents. There are reasons for this. Santos has potential but she has threatened a patient with harm, made a serious medical error, and made other incorrect judgement calls. She isn't perfect, and I won't even focus on the scalpel because that was obviously a mistake but that can happen - it isn't a judgement issue. She is running around making assumptions and everyone she has spoken to has said the same thing - slow down, learn, do your job, get a feel for the place. She very much gives me gunner energy, especially with how she's been acting with the med students. It's in fact almost more dangerous that she was right this time because it will make her feel like she can continue to act independently even when she has years to go.

Santos was right this time! She judged the situation and came up with an idea and the logic was sound and based on experience. She's smart, creative, she has self-confidence and speaks up, all good things. She also is clearly still triggered from earlier and she is behaving as such. (Again she shouldn't even threaten a patient like she did with the yikes guy but that's a different post). She doesn't want Langdon to go off at anyone else perhaps, to keep the target on herself because she's done that before maybe? Or maybe she wanted to see if Langdon would praise the actions if someone else did it, as proof that she's not being treated fairly. Or maybe something else we don't know yet!

She is clearly good at finding allies (although equally good at losing them, as we have seen throughout the day) and she wants to help patients so badly that she lets her eagerness override protocol which has come back to bite her. She lost Garcia as an ally after accusing Langdon of benzo abuse, and she needs another one. In this one moment, she got Langdon to lose his cool which is maybe evidence for her drug use theory (i seriously doubt it, but this is for her perception of the situation), got proof that the same actions would be trusted by someone else (a resident with experience who still altered the verbal orders because Mohan has the experience to know not to jump in headfirst if you can avoid it), won herself a solid ally in Mohan, and helped a patient. A very solid read of the situation or very good instincts to get her what she wants. If it was instinctual, it was likely informed by her still being in a headspace to focus the attention and anger on herself, a common trauma response.

Most of her actions so far have all come from good places but they are still leading to incorrect actions. Worried about drugs going missing/vials having an issue? Good place, worried about patient care. But coming on so strong without a documented pattern (more than two incidents that could be coincidental) reads more like picking a fight that has serious consequences in order to make herself look good. I think she is worried! But she isn't thinking it through. Same as giving bipap - worried about the patient and wanting to help, but resulting in severe consequences. And threatening a patient - good place, worried about the daughter (and the show is VERY WRONG about mandatory reporting so i get that she feels like someone needs to do something), but that is a serious abuse of power. This is all ramping up and I'm worried about everyone involved!

Okay now that I have written WAY too many words on the situation, I think I'm done for now unless someone caught something else I didn't here or we get more coming up. I don't want Santos to have it all blow up in her face, I don't want Langdon to lose his fellowship, and I don't want Robby to continue to get further strung out (although that is DEFINTELY going to happen, this man is in a Bad Place today and then gave a whole lecture on burying your feelings). I am most of all worried about Dana! And Pittfest! And all of the concerning plot threads!