#i was robbed of that old man and I'll never be ok

[djalideriva]

I should have known something was wrong when Varric wasn't all up in everybody's business.

[badkitty3000]

What did you think was ooc for Five?

Great question, and I have already covered it a bit in my post here, but I could probably yammer on all day about it, so I'll add some thoughts.

Season 1 -3 Five was focused, determined, manic, arrogant, sometimes mean, violent, out-spoken, and full of love for his family above all. Yes, he insulted them and had no time or patience for their shit, but considering everything he'd been through and what he was up against, there was a reason for it. Season 4 Five? Ok, yeah, I can buy that maybe he was depressed and didn't really know what to do with himself anymore. Myself and others have certainly written him that way a few times. But, damn, he spent like all of season 3 bitching about wanting to be retired and here he could be! He could have played the stock market a few times, bought a little place somewhere, picked up a nice lady at the local Bingo hall and lived his peaceful live he deserved. Instead, he works (inexplicably) for the government and just wanders around with his sad little trenchcoat and CIA-issued pistol and flashlight, taking orders from The Man and just...existing I guess. I could see if they made it so that he joined the CIA to get inside info on Reginald and he had spent the last 6 years quietly plotting to take him down and get his revenge or set the world straight again. But no...he apparently hadn't even tried to look into anything Reggie was doing? Like he was just "*shrug*, it's probably fine".

Five loves his family above all else. We know this. If not, he wouldn't have spent decades alone fighting to get back to them and save all their stupid asses. Now, all of sudden, he just doesn't seem to care? Yes, he's present and has obviously kept in touch. He goes to the birthday party, etc. But there is zero interaction with Klaus, or his nieces, or even Viktor. When at the end, he finally gets some fight back (although for completely absurd reasons) and snaps at Luther, the whole family gasps in shock like this is some new occurence that Five would be mean to them. And he'd said much worse to them before! So, that leads me to believe he just has spent the last 6 years being a completely different person and everyone forgot he's actually an asshole?

And back to the family thing...fighting his brother over his wife? Falling in love with Lila, the same person who: conspired behind his and Diego's back in Season 2, was raised by his villainous boss, was the daughter of two innocent people he killed, tried to kill him with her fists, a frying pan, her feet, a knife, electrocution; and who he tried to kill multiple times as well. Yes, they have had time to heal some wounds and they have a shared traumatic experience with The Handler but come on...he would never! He would never be attracted to her that way. He would never betray Diego that way. And he certainly wouldn't fight him over her, not when she and Diego are married and have kids together. I don't care how many years they were together alone...just no. Best friends? Sure. Lovers? Fuck no.

Physically, where was his prowess? Five is supposed to be the all-time badass assassin, trained in martial arts and weaponry. His body is young at 19-20 years old, and at the peak of his physical fitness. Even without his powers he should be able to kick some ass, or at least try to. And then when he does have his powers, he just doesn't know how to use them correctly anymore? And again, he looks slow and weak in a fight. His solution to taking down the big Bennifer blob thing was to fire an entire clip at long range at it, and then just go "huh...weird that didn't work". Why wasn't he looking around the mall for a weapon? An axe? Something else to fight against it! That's what he does...that's his THING! We were fucking robbed of a Five-centric badass fight scene, when there were so many opportunities for one. Hell, he could have taken down a room full of Keepers with a fucking ballpoint pen while singing along to Abba's Dancing Queen! Why didn't we get that?

Meeting with Reginald. Remember in Season two when Five met with Reggie at the Tiki bar? He sat and had a drink with him, but it was still tension-filled with a lot of emotion there. Then in Season 3, when he was basically like "you're a sadistic lunatic that is going to kill all of us" and got right in his old man's face and told him he was a giant dick? This time...he's just standing around Reggie's house shooting the shit and not even acting like he's mad. That is just not the same guy. I realize this was supposed to be Viktor's fight with Reggie, but they still could have shown Five to have a little emotion there.

So, there you have it. I could probably keep going, but this is way too long as it is. It's just heartbreaking, really. This character that we have all come to love for all of his complexities and faults and heroics was just diminished to a one-dimensional, uninteresting character with no regard for his family. Basically, just undoing three season's worth of plot and character development. And it's not Aidan's fault. He did the best he could with the shit he was given, and I feel sorry for him. For as much as we love this character, Five was his. He made him come to life and there's not many other actors his age that could have pulled that off. So, I'm sad this was his end. They really did him dirty.

[starfirewildheart]

Chapter 9

Scars and Souvenirs 

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 1784

Rating: mentions of war; being a POW, death and animal abuse. Nothing graphic I promise but if the fic continues (if y'all like it) I'll add warnings for each chapter.

Sy walked over to where the kid was still giving the cop hell and struggling against Debbie's help. He forced the boy down in a chair then got in this face. He spoke in a calm but commanding tone. “Stop struggling before you hurt yourself worse than you already are.”

“You new here? This ain't over by a long shot,” he huffed but stopped his struggle.  

“I'm not a cop,” Sy explained.  “What's your name?”

“Screw you,” the kid snapped.

“Little prick never changes,” the officer rolled his eyes. When Sy cut him a menacing look he walked out of the squad room.

Deb opened the first aid kit and approached him again. “My name is Debbie and this is Sy. What's your name?”

“Screw you.” 

Sy popped the boy in the back of the head. “You will be respectful to her. You understand?” He growled. 

“Owe, yea ok,” he squirmed, wanting to rub the back of his head but unable to because of the cuffs.

“She asked you your name.”

“Mike, my name is Mike.”

“Well Mike, I'm going to clean you up a bit, alright?” Deb asked. 

“Whatever,” Mike huffed.

Debbie cleaned him up and put a bandage on the cut on his head before popping an instant ice pack and holding it to his eye.

Walt stomped back into the room still pissed off. “Are you ok Mike?” 

“Peachy,” he snarked. “Sweet cheeks here fixed me up. See?”

“Sweet cheeks?” Deb asked, arching her brow at him.

Walt sighed before taking Mike to a holding cell. “I don't get it kid. I gave you a chance last time and you're back here again for theft.”

“I just can't get enough of you, Marshall.” He pretended to swoon, falling back on the cot in his cell.

“Fuckin smartass,” Walt growled before leaving him to go back to the squad room.

“What's with the kid?” Sy asked Walt as he was walking them out of the station. 

“Petty theft, B & E, public intox, truancy, fighting, terroristic threatening, smart assed kid.” Walt explained.  “I've tried to give him a chance but he just keeps blowing it.”

“What about his parents?” Sy inquired.

“I've met his old man once. He's a piece of work for sure. Runs a pawn shop here in town when he's not passed out from drinkin.”

“What's going to happen to Mike now?” Deb asked.

“Normally I would say he'd go to juvi but after Gains roughed him up I don't know. He's still got charges against him for robbing Samuelson's Market a couple weeks ago,” Walt told her. 

Sy opened the truck door for her and shook his head. “I know that look. What are you thinkin darlin' ?”

“Maybe he needs some time working on a farm. Sort of like community service but with safety and food and a good role model,” She bit her lip. “Maybe he needs someone to care about him?”

“Or maybe he's just a little prick who's old man doesn't care enough to rein him in?” Walt crossed his arms over his chest. He'd lost faith in people years ago. The world was bad and so were most of its people.

Sy looked between the two of them. One’s face was hopeful, the other disbelieving and he was somewhere in the middle. He could understand Mike acting out with an alcoholic, possibly abusive father and no one to care for him. He looked at Deb. “So you think he's robbing places because he's hungry?”

“And needs things, yea,” She nodded.

Sy crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. Deb looked at both of the big, intimidating men standing side by side staring her down and started to fidget. She felt like a kid who was in trouble. When Sy reached out and took her hand she gasped. He would never hurt her, she knew that but the moment had been so intense it startled her. Neither man said anything as she was pulled along back into the station. “What are we doing “

“Rescuing a new colt for you to rehabilitate,” Sy smirked.

~~~~~~♡~~~~~~

Nearly three months had passed since they had convinced the chief to let them take on a work probation for Mike, then they had to go to court with him so the attorney could convince the judge it was a good idea. Once everyone was in agreement they had to get Mike's dad to agree.

Mitch Holmes, Mike's father, was a real piece of work. He didn't give a damn about his son but he would spend hours gushing about how they were distant relatives of ‘The’ Sherlock Holmes.  Walter went with a counselor to talk to him about Mike and he said the living conditions were horrible. Very little food in the house, roaches everywhere and there were bars on the windows to Mike's room and a lock on the outside of his door. 

Walt unleashed on the police that had been on Mike's case before he had gotten to town. Demanded to know why no one had investigated before now. No one ever even made an effort to check on the kid.

While all of that was going on Sy, Walter and Debbie had been setting up video surveillance and listening devices on the S17. Once they started getting data Deb spent a lot of time pouring over it for pertinent information then handing it over to Sy and Walter so they could track shipments and buyers.

Sy yawned and scrubbed his hands over his face. Between work, court and the ranch they were all exhausted. He stood up from his desk in the shared office the department had given them for the investigation and walked over behind Deb. She was sitting with one foot up in the chair and the other on the floor as she read over endless transcripts. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “We need a break, sugar. Let's go get some food. I'm craving steak,” he rumbled against her neck. 

She reached up and lightly ran her nails over his head grinning when he almost  purred. “Steak sounds wonderful and French fries.”

He kissed her neck and rubbed his short, scruffy beard against her skin loving the way it made her squeak and squirm. “God I love you.”

Deb smiled as she stood up in front of him pressing her body against his. “Love you too baby. More than anything in this world.” Tilting her head up she pressed a kiss to his lips which he quickly deepened. His tounge sought entry into her mouth while his hands slid down her back to grip her ass and press her even tighter to him.

The office door opened and Walter walked in looking down at some papers in his hand. “talked to th…” he stopped when he saw them kissing and blushed. “Sorry I..” he started backing out the door. 

Sy smirked and Deb chuckled at him. He was a big, tough cop but so shy and reserved about a lot of things. He and Sy fell right back into that close brother relationship almost instantly. Walt had a shitty childhood and Sy did all he could back then to protect him. They had a bond closer than any blood family had ever been. They were battle buddies. Deb and Walt had gotten close as a result as well and the three of them spent a lot of time bonding too.

Deb gave Sy another soft kiss before pushing away from him and waking toward the door and Walter. “We're going to dinner.”

“Ok. I'll see you tomorrow ,” Walt nodded.

Deb stopped in front of him and shook her head. “Clock out detective grumpy.”

~~~~~~♡~~~~~~

Sy, Walt and Deb were all sitting at their table drinking a beer and waiting on their food at the local bar and grill when someone tripped into Debbie's chair causing her beer to slosh all over her. She jumped to her feet trying to brush it off as she eyed the blonde woman.

“Oh, I'm so sorry!” She gasped. 

Debbie looked at her but just forced a smile. “It's OK. It was an accident. No harm done.” She excused herself to go clean up.

“I'm sorry again,” the blonde smirked, winking conspitorily at a woman sitting at the bar before leaving.

When Deb came back from the restroom she saw a woman rubbing up against Sy. He was telling her to leave him alone and that he wasn't interested but she reached down and pawed at his cock grinding her hand against him almost painfully.  Deb snatched her by the hair pulling her away from Sy. “What the fuck do you think your doing? Lindi?” She growled. 

“Let me go you bitch!” She struggled in Debbie's tight grip. 

“He said no and you didn’t listen. Now you'll deal with me,” She growled as she dragged her outside to the parking lot.

“Oh fuck,” Sy and Walt said at the same time quickly following them. 

“You will keep your hands off what belongs to me,” Debbie warned her.

“He doesn't belong to you! He's not married to you,” Lindi sneered. “You've been together for five years and he's never committed. He's just fuckin you until he finds the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with!”

The words stung more than she cared to admit and it pissed her off even more. “Maybe, but I know one thing for sure. It's not you!”

Lindi lashed out at Debbie which she quickly realized was a mistake. Deb tackled her to the ground and started wailing on her. Lindy was screaming and begging for her to stop, apologizing and swearing she'll never touch Sy again. Deb didn't slow down; she just kept swinging.

“Ok, enough,” Sy bent down and wrapped his arms around Debbie's waist and pulled her off of Lindi. “Alright sweetheart, enough,” he soothed.  She struggled against him and he wrapped her up tighter. “Enough,” he growled in her ear. She stilled for a moment before shoving away from him and trying to walk away. He pulled her back and pinned her against a nearby truck. “Calm down sugar,” he rumbled.

Walter knelt down and checked on Lindi. Her nose was busted, lip bleeding and her eye was already swelling. “You learn to keep your hands to yourself? “

“I want to press charges!” Lindi demanded. 

“You have that right but you started this and there are witnesses to this. So she will press charges as well and this will go to a judge. Are you sure that's what you want to do?”

She got to her feet and glared at Walter before storming off.

@shellyshellshell

@enchantedbytomandhenry

@mrsevans90

@summersong69

@mollymal

@warriormirkwood

@bloodyinspiredme

@kneelforloki

[ohbo-ohno]

babygirl bo <3 I have some Qs to which I beg you provide some As (I need me some of that deep bo lore)

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

babygirl lumi i love you so much. you're welcome to any lore you want

🍄 does puppy play count as a hc? because i write ghost calling soap "pup" as a kink thing but i also very much so think he'd just Do that.

if that doesn't count, then i'll say that one hc i swear by is that ghost is a freak but soap is 10x freakier and he's into literally every conceivable abuse ghost tries to commit agaisnt him.

also i think soap is suuuper smart but in a really specific way - can't spell for shit, but that man can rattle off college level math like it's nothing

🥤 is SUCH a good ask because now i can rec my fav cod x readers <3 (i know it says fic or author singular but you're getting multiple fics in place of me trying to tag authors and inevitably forgetting someone)

cod fics (but not the people i usually link because this post is already too long):

Baby Blue by kechiwrites (ghost x reader)

Taste by Sweet Deciet (ghost x soap x reader)

The Hand That Feeds by anonymous (ghost x soap)

Hypnotized (Fuck It) by ANTchan (ghost x soap)

Where Moonlight Meets the Sea by MildLimerence (ghost x soap)

Not More Than Once by WhisperedWords12 (ghost x soap)

NOT cod fics, but one for a few fandoms i love:

Declensions by dustorange is THE dick grayson origin fic. if there's one fanfic i wish i had written, it would be this

the first step of kintsugi by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup is a peter parker & frank castle fic and im not sure it'll ever be finished but it is just. god it is perfect and probably my favorite fic of all time

anything by cupcakemolotov is gonna hit like no other for klaus mikaelson/caroline forbes. i love her so so much like she is my IDOL

ALL MOUTH. by themilkteeth is like the epitome of what a good darklina fic is. it's soooooosososo good i want it injected into my veins

the Blood Apron series by sciencefictioness is a great overwatch fic, but you really don't need to know the characters to enjoy the story! another one that'll never get added to, but i love it a lot

🥐 i don't like the lotr movies but there's a moment in the first (?) one where aragorn (?) is singing to himself and frodo (?) asks "who is this lady you sing of?" and for some reason i literally cannot watch it without keeling over in laughter. it's so fucking stupid

🪲 ohhhh we have beef for this one. i hate you a teeny tiny bit for making me write (/j). added it below the cut!

ok quick edit here but. i thought that said 500 words so uh. sorry but there's 500 words here instead of 50 lmfao. im a fool!!!!!

ghost x soap (cw for (legal) age gap)

He takes another look at the kid, now that he’s not planning on throwing him off the property. He’s got a bit of bulk, probably just recently started working out, and there’s a cocky energy coming off of him. Ghost would bet this is far from the first time he’s robbed someone with this little ruse, probably thinks he’s the smartest burglar in town. Too bad he chose the wrong man to try and trick this time.

Ghost straightens from the doorway, rolling back his shoulders and standing tall. The kid isn’t short by any means, but compared to Simon he’s practically little. Odds are he’s still got some growing to do, but for now Simon gets to enjoy the way he can loom over the teenager.

“No one ever taught you to respect your elders, boy?”

Oh, the kid doesn’t like that one. If he were a dog, his hackles would be fully raised, but he’s left settling for curling his lip back in a snarl. “You think just cause you’re old I have to respect you?”

“I think you’ll respect me because you’re on my property. That and I don’t think you’ll like what happens if you keep the attitude up.”

The kid flushes, either from rage or the innuendo. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You think just because we’re out here alone you can say whatever you want to me?”

“Of course not. We’re out here all alone, which means I can do whatever I want to you. And I will, if you don’t get off my property.”

The kid looks him up and down, then visibly steels himself. Ghost bites back a smirk. He’s not used to being underestimated, but he finds he doesn’t mind when it means getting to see the kid play at being his equal.

“What do you think you’ll do if I don’t go?”

Oh, Ghost can’t wait to beat the attitude out of the little brat.

He doesn’t let the kid see how much the rudeness is getting to him, intentionally keeping his face flat and unimpressed. “What’s your name, kid?”

That permanent scowl doesn’t shift, even as a flash of confusion crosses his face. “...John.”

Ghost nods. “Alright, Johnny, if you don’t get off my property, I’ll take you over my knee and teach you what your daddy should’ve.”

It’s nearly impossible to keep from grinning when Johnny’s mouth pops open in surprise, the flush creeping further up his neck. “You- you’ll- who do you think- you can’t-”

Ghost reaches out like he might slap Johnny, instead snaps right in front of his nose, sharp and loud. “Spit it out, boy. I don’t feel like listening to a kid learn how to speak all night.”

Johnny’s letting himself get worked up, and not doing a good job of hiding it. His teeth grind and he shifts from foot to foot, like he’d like to try and attack Ghost. He’s apparently smart enough to know how idiotic that would be, and Simon finds he’s almost disappointed.

[runthepockets]

Maybe I'm just an asshole but I'll never understand the obsession with egg / pre transition shit, headcanoning fictional women as trans men cus they have short hair and burp a lot, saying random celebrities have "egg stare", whatever the fuck that is, etc. Pre transition was a fucking miserable time for me and I'm not thinking about that shit anymore than I have to, and honestly I think I'm so traumatized from all the shit that was going on in my life back then that I can't even remember 3/4 of the shit that happened to me, even if I wanted to. It's like being nostalgic for a time where I was repeatedly being beaten over the head with sticks and robbed. If that's your bag ok whatever but I will just never understand it, I'd rather just focus on my present life as a man and enjoy that instead of thinking about being a frumpy dead eyed 19 year old.

[patiann345]

Ok but... why are they so uggglyyyy????

Just gonna dump some of my ROTB thoughts here before the movie releases. Long post, very ramble-y,, >3<

I haven't kept up with all the news about it I'm sure, but I have been looking out for the designs and. Oh my...

Look, I have no doubt ROTB will be a good movie. A great one? I'll have to see, but I don't think it can ever get as bad as Bayverse. I've heard (word-of-mouth, no source sorry) that Cullen is really happy working on it, and that he thinks it's gonna be the best of the movies so far, which like,, it's Peter Cullen, man's been here since G1 I trust his judgment slkhasdkg

And real quick, before I get into the meat of what I wanna talk about, I do wanna make something clear; I fucking love Beast Wars. I binged it when I was first getting into Transformers, and yeah there's a reason it's in such high regard.

And I'm more than aware the animation is dated. And I'm more than aware there are a lot of people who would never think to watch BW or any show like it cause "Ew it's so old, it looks grosssss"

That's always been a really stupid argument to me. If you can rewatch Toy Story for the 5th time at your family reunion, you can watch some slightly dated-looking cartoons. I firmly believe that the WRITING and STORY ultimately makes a show. It can look pretty "yuck" or weird, but if it's well-written and engaging, I think it's worth more than it's visuals y'know? A movie or show can look beautiful and stunning, but that won't change it having bad writing and plot.

Anyways it's 2023 and uh, yeah why do Optimus and Megatron look like thatttttt???????? Girl there is no excuse

Megatron particularly like, that face could work on another bot but... Not MEGATRON, not when his Bumblebee concept stuff looked like THIS:

LOOK AT THIS MAN. WROW. Could use some color, the body's a little cluttered, but his face looks good! Great even! He fits the style that Bumblebee (2018) had set up and built. ROTB though? Christ-

That's not even getting into Optimus who's got that Bayverse crap going on with his face, which is,, so disappointing. He looks just fine with the mask on, but it comes off and it looks bleh. There's no reason for them to look like this! Seriously, cause everyone else (at least the autobots, haven't seen the maximals) look great!!

I particularly love Arcee's design, think she looks great, and I actually kind of prefer her design here over her Bumblebee (2018) look

Oh and hey speaking of that, Wheeljack what the fuuuuucckkk????

Sorry I've only got the toy image on hand but... That's not Wheeljack, I dunno who that is, but it ain't Wheeljack. Let it be known I'm not seething with rage like other people may be over this design, I don't mind deviation from the norm, just look at Armada or TFA. You can deviate from a character's usual look or schtick and make it work!

But when you look at his Bumblebee (2018) design,,,, We were robbed. We were robbed blindddd

I bring up all these examples because the designs are so. Hit or miss. And I don't understand why or how they ended up this way. Bumblebee (2018) had amazing character designs, that's evident enough by Bee's design in ROTB, he's still using that same helm and face and his body is still very much inspired by his look in the last film.

I brought up the dated animation in shows and films earlier because I don't want anyone to think I'm going to think less of this movie for its designs. If the writing and story and characters are good, then that's a good movie in my book. BUT there is,, no reason for half the characters to look like THAT, not when the other half look so GOOD. It is not 1996, it's 2023. Which like, Beast Wars had problems with age in its animation and rendering, NOT in character design. The CGI in ROTB looks amazing from what we've seen in trailers! But,,, the desssiiiggnnnnssssssssss. Optimus' Mouttthhhhh.

I'm gonna see this movie, that's a promise. When it hits theaters? Maybe, I'll have to see, y'never know what'll happen. But at SOME POINT, I'mma see this movie. And I really really hope it's good, I hope it's great! Hell, I hope it'll be the best movie in the catalog! But... I also hope it doesn't set a standard in terms of design.

Well. No, let me put it this way; I hope it doesn't set a standard for how certain characters will look in future installments. I love Arcee's look, I love Bee's, I hope they continue with that! cause. But man, Megatron is so ugglyyy, Optimus' mouth is gross, and Wheeljack just isn't Wheeljack. I'd hate to see them devolve into more Bayverse mess again, please Hasbro-

Lemme end this before I start repeating myself

[thegeminisage]

doing a dog sidequest in zelda and i STILL cant pet them. got the ember trousers tho!!! i bet the whole outfit rules i cant wait to see it

wait wait these guys found a bottle...dont tell me its another gerudo love letter lol

oooh clues to the fierce deity armor...i found some already but that's COOL. and i gotta come back to get the sword even tho i snagged it with amiibo already lol

i've decided to clean up some shrines i've neglected to do...i promised myself i'd do more story but i never have TIME to sit down and enjoy it!!

this shrine by snowfield stable was absolutely delightful. 10/10. it feels like such a proper zelda dungeon

omg lol the well here is frozen

FAIRIES........man thats so cool. the way their light works in this game is absolutely stunningly beautiful. i wish they came in different colors like oot

always gotta grab a few seeds wherever i am but now it's time for A Different Shrine

i've got maybe 6-7 shrines i activated but did not do, and 2 shrines i did do but didn't get the chest at.....in hebra lol that was early game bs. "oh i want to have fun now i'll get the chests later" the literal devil talking smh

GOT MY LAST STAMINA WHEEL........taking a break 4 now but man am i ever stoked!!! my "being is overflowed with vigor" apparently. nice.

omg i never realized it but yunobo got added to the goron city statue!!

daruk looks like he's dabbing lol (i'm taking a pic of it for a sidequest)

death mountain intimidates me so i'm biting the bullet and heading to lanayru - i'm working my way from hateno up around the south/east side of the mountain. and i guess from there gradually towards kakariko, although i'm saving the ones in kakariko proper for later

IT'S NAYDRA HEY GIRL

good lord that horn went all the way back down to the ocean lol

omg my map says there's a letter in a bottle here...i see it now, but i can't believe i didn't see it when i was getting korok seeds before

i cheated and i know where the cave is, so i'm not gonna follow the brightbloom seeds. i'm going that way anyway on my korok journey and i don't want to do it twice in a row. koroks robbed me of doign this quest organically!! oh well. it's my own fault for looking at "user contributed" on the map lol

dragging my bike around in this cave with me bc my supplies are so desperately low lol. idw it to respawn i JUST made it

oh........................i don't know if i can get it back out lol

i did it!! it would have been less trouble to make a new bike which sort of defeats the purpose but whatever

mapla point, my old enemy...when i had 899 seeds in botw, here was the missing one

i can see the brightbloom seed trail from here! it's quite beautiful actually, especially at night. the reflections on the dark water..........

i wish i could shoot arrows while riding the bike/any vehicle. that would fucking rule

if theres one thing i do like about koroks its how the boulder rolling puzzles from botw became these put the boulder OUT of the hole into the tree puzzles. really good subversion since rolling boulders into holes is now completely doable with ultrahand without any effort or thinking at all. and thank god for that frankly.

i thot maybe this cave guy would turn out to be a yiga but he was legit lol good for him

ok, before i tackle lanayru proper i need more FANS........always out of mf supplies around here smh

the gacha i use for fans also gives out portable pots and flame emitters, at what feels like a higher rate...i don't use flame emitters often but it's nice to know there will never come a time when i'm not able to cook lol

49 fans, but only 9 steering sticks! if only there was a gacha that gave out nothing BUT fans and steering sticks...bc soon i'll have to go load up on THOSE

kinda good that i need fan refills so often tho bc from there i go straight down to this construct camp and then into the mining cave to trade zonaite for crystalized charges AND there's zonaite mining in there...a good thing to do regularly. i don't have as many problems finding zonaite as i do with that middle step of trading it for crystalized charges lol. i kind of wish they hadn't added that in there

ugh, off to lanayru we go.

it's fine. i have snowboots now, and so many fire arrows

WAIT DROP EVERYTHING STAR PIECE

lmao. warp into lanayru warp out of lanayru

oh my god i left at 2:55am i can't BELIEVE i made it in time. thank you, bike. thank you, dark link armor

ugh. ok. back to. lanayru

first stop of COURSE back to the wisdom spring. girl i finally have that claw

done. one down two to go........i have the claws i just never wind up at the springs lol. i never want to go near the quarry again <3

AWWW addison is here shivering in the cold...he says he eats food to deal with the weather conditions but man!!! buddy!!!!!

love it when he gives me muddlebuds. king

accidentally dropped my bike off the side of the mountain lol. i used recall on it just in time but it went too far before i canceled and dropped into a lizalfos camp. life is so textured

spotted naydra coming out of her hole (and doing just fine). beautiful! sadly not chasing her at this time though rip in peace the mats i could have farmed

plotting my next few korok seeds and apparently there's not one but THREE sets of gloom hands near one of them (purifier lake). no fucking thank you i'm quitting before i get to that one. a problem for tomorrow me

maybe if i'm careful i can fly over them...? eugh there's a shrine near there too. why do they make certain areas scary in both games!! there was a lynel here in botw!!!!

oh it's zelda 🥺🥺🥺 she's so far away though, i can't go chasing her either...babygirl i miss you

ugh fine ok it's the next seed and i don't wanna quit yet...i'm just gonna fly over them. you have to be kinda close for them to spawn...hopefully it will be fine...

yea tho i walk through the shadow of death or whatever i fear no evil if i can fly the fuck over it

successful landing. no hands so far. if i don't move much while i solve this block puzzle. OF ALL THINGS. maybe it will be fine

I DID IT......

AND it looks like the shrine is underground. huge win for me

wow! and one long trip thru an underground road later here i am at the good old promenade. a great place to either start or fuck off from tomorrow <3

[castle-dominion]

going to watch rise 4x1 audio commentary I think. director/exec producer rob bowman, actors jon huertas, seamus dever, tamala jones

while eating supper & you play him well Yeah as much info as short as u can!

TJ: This was a hard day bc everybody was joking around & I had to cry & be serious! She went to go touch her chin but had blood on her

SD: It was hard because usually you're listening to the other actor but here we were both just yelling into our phones walking down the hallway as fast as we can & I'm like "I keep saying your lines bro" TJ: what was really hard was being strapped to that gurney, trying to get lines out, bursting through doors

Good! They got a med tech in there helping choreograph

They didn't show the shove I gave him back tho

Susan sullivan is a great actress. Marta, the butcher of south london. She cuts for emotion, doesn't care what your story board said.

Yeah I was actually thinking about how they wree just... in the hallway. I didn't care tho I just assumed I was being silly.

& [the rifle] is pointing at castle See that's a good director.

your WHAT NOW? I know you called him mystery man, the other name, no not shadow man either, that name: deep throat. Pardon me??

WAIT WHAT SHADOW MAN WAS THE DOCTOR WALKING BEHIND CASTLE WHEN CASTLE CHECKS HIS HAIR????? Seemingly an ally

TJ while RB is talking about ILYs & GSWs: could that man be any hotter?

RB: i had to promise stana that I would make her look like a cadaver

RB: did she hear it did she not? Me: Oh who knows? She probably DID hear it, but she claimed to remember everything & there is NO WAY she remembers everything. TJ: Oh she heard it she just chose not to answer

I didn't even notice that the man had two phones, funnily enough it was a flip phone & a touchscreen

"we were scared it was going to be an 80s movie"

TJ, interrupting the convo: OH MY GOD SD: stop looking at my ass TJ: SEAMUS, YOUR BUTT SD: don't look at my ass there TJ: I AM LOOKING AT YOUR BUTT SD: Idk why it was lit so well! TJ: THEY WERE JUST PERKED UP, THEY WERE LIKE SITTING UP HIGH, like boing-oing-oing-oing-oing SD: why did Bill light my ass so-- RB: Children may be watching this *laughter, "sorry," & convo goes back to looking like an 80s movie* my mom when we paused to laugh: (speaking at TJ) "They were just Up There, right at eye level!" *holds her hands up to show how "perked up" his booty was* mister seamus dever if you're reading this (if you are then: why? that's weird) I would like to apologize for the actions of myself & my mom & my (hot+gay) older bro (I'll give u his # /j)

SD: Penny. Jonas. Jerald. PJJ as we--.. as I call her. I didn't even as. RB: affetionately

Well bc she's a woman in a male dominated place. Like big bro's mash character. I had a teacher once, I'd say "yes ma'am" all the time but she said it made her feel old. She told me to call her superstar or smth so I started saying "you got it superstar" & it was nice. She even wrote it on my IPP/PLP/SP once. Then FNAF came out & everyone thought I was quoting freddy but I had been saying it for years before freddy.

Paranoid ryan <3 he wasn't paranoid he was just noid

JH/JE: I shoot [gates] winks every once in a while that's my plan SD/KR: I think you're hitting on her

SD: I like how my character has knowledg eof people magazine RB: seam-lessly ; )

wow ok I just had to make a card, STOP making a card, sign a card that someone miscommunicated with my abt, break down & put away my calligraphy pen, listen to my older brother rant about the new DHMIS (which I'm excited abt too) & then listen to "the one thing they can never replace" by john mulaney. Wow

I was right! When I saw the superhero episode I knew it was her! SD: When my wife saw it she was like "Who is that? Why was she so featured?" & I went 'just keep watching, watch next week.'

NO, there was that one time when they made a bet on a murder & caskett was working on one murder & rysposito was working on the other, ofc eventually they became the same case but other than that

THE WHAT? PAPARAZZI UNDERWEAR? WAIT WHAT

they're just watching now, not commenting

SD: I want to hear her, "hey beckett can you get me a cup of coffee?" 'I WAS SHOT IN THE CHEST'

Oh yeah the nanny episode but no they did not sit on the swingset I love hearing them talk about framing & set & decisions

We're in the middle of a third act & we're like "hey so what's the murder about"

oh I didn't notice they remodeled the captain's office! hm! I'm glad they mentioned & explained that. traditional vs masculine, power, all that good stuff. JH: nice grouping

TJ: Gates has a wedding band on. Is she married? RB: Yes to the guy who killed beckett RB: no, idk TJ: but is she with a guy or a girl? Nah she's sadly def with a man. Everyone: but it's new york, it's new york state, *implying that they can still give her a wife* wait holy crap this is before 2015. ny was 2011 tho apparently.

HOLY CRAP that whistle scared me, my older bro has a whistle that means my little brother & a whistle that means me, like in the sound of music, & whenever I hear it I always look. One time a friend at culinary school just whistled, then my head shot up & I was staring at him & he was kind of scared like "what? why are you looking at me" & I had to explain that my brother's whistle language that was like calling my name. Then he would occasionally do it on purpose just to see me jump in shock "big bro isn't here is he?" & there was actually one time we were both heading in to school late, around 6.45am & he whistled from the other hallway & we were able to say hi.

"some parts of this story are dramatized for impact" "JON LEFT WITHOUT TELLING ANYBODY"

Bubble wrap...?

Yeah. I couldn't even see the amps sorry.

You're a drummer rob? They totally should have had him cameo as the frummer in the band or smth

SD: we're playing that jon (JE) is the only one that can talk to her & I (kr) kind of freeze up. Also u apparently can't lie. espt trained not to give up information RB: PJJ came up to me & asked where she was & I said "You're learning very quickly that they all lie" & she's figuring out what to tolerate & what to punish bc they still solve murders. "& we're trying to figure out how we feel about her"

Beckett's place is a permanent set now!

"I give you enough close-ups, you don't need to say that" SD: when other directors tell me 'take your time think through your lines' I say "When you tell me that I get a visual image of rob bowman looking at a watch" (I think /j) just see rob in editing looking over marta's shoulder (sd speaking as marta) "who directed this, rob?"

What is e4? big speeches? wait is that 3xk number two? Ooh I hope they do commentary on that one wait no it is #4, they would not comment on it, crud.

RB as castle: "I'm just a writer who got bored, now I'm getting scary phone calls from scary people"

TJ: Molly has grown <3 uwu RB: Yeah I remember back when she was sweet TJ, sounding like she'd slap him: She's still sweet! RB: not what I meant SD: She's a cagey adult JH: She's a cagey teenager SD: She's a cagey teenager JH: She's a cagey teenager who thinks she's an adult TJ: She schooled me in some of my scenes!

TJ, interrupting the emotional "let becks solve the case" moment they're discussing: Ok girlie moment, Look at that place! Who wouldn't want that? *nice bed, nice furniture, nice wall,* RB: *continues talking about castle teeing beckett up* SD+JH laugh: nobody followed up to your girly moment 'cause you're the only girl here right now you know that might be fun, have all the gals comment. SK MQ SS TJ, prolific women BTS too

RB: Castle can't lift the mattress & carry the scene at the same time JH+SD: No he just couldn't lift the mattress, it was a heavy mattress

rock star skinny jeans apparently my aunt had a friend who would get dressed in the bathtub & let her pants dry to her skin bc they were that tight

JH: Good thing she's there rn bc esposito would have shot that guy by now TJ: right between the eyes JH: hell yeah (ew, cops are not lawyers nor judges, they don't have that power)

SD: Speaking of shotguns do you know what jon got be for christmas? Um what? I have farming family we have guns, I have metis family we go hunting, but us in the city? We don't. Do regular actors living in the big city have guns? just? have guns? get each other guns for xmas? I thought it was really cool for a sec until I realized that he really had no need for a gun. None of my business tho! Guns are fascinating! I mean, if you want to fight someone, do it the honourable way with fists & feet but this is none of my business. I mean he has to protect his home from the impending apocalypse ig.

for now <3

TJ is SO right.

JH: He's got a touch screen too? SD: He's rich of course he's got a touchscreen

Michael Dorn JH: Fanboy moment, I was wrapped & I just hung out for 45 minutes just bc I wanted to meet him

everyone else: thanks for watching SD: *whistling the outro music*

[jerzwriter]

DANI! Thank you so much for your feedback on this! 💖💖💖

Parenting doesn't come with an instruction manual, and as Florence says, even if it did, each child would need their own. So much comes with that - like feeling guilty for parenting children differently - even if that's what they need because we're taught different is wrong. And you are 100% right; if you don't have that relative, that friend, that online support group... whatever it may be... how do you do it? Raising children DOES take a village, and in their world, the village is them and essentially one other family. Florence and Jim are a phenomenal team, but they're not perfect either.

As to Florence, she just wants to leave that legacy of love for her children, and we know she does, but only to one. 🥺 But I have to think (and I'm writing it now, so lol) It is only because of that love that Eli survives 3 years all on his own. So, she succeeds.

People consider art useless... you know one huge lesson? Where did we all turn when the lockdown occurred? To the arts. I'll never forget it, even though it seems so many already have. Our world - like theirs - values certain skills and certain people more than others. In theirs, the ability to make money on Wall Street won't mean a thing, it's all about survival, and like you said, even when you're the best... luck will run out eventually.

Having grown up in an inner city and still volunteering in such places now, I see the young people in our society who feel the world is not open to them. In a way, it's even more gut-wrenching because the avenues of opportunity SHOULD be available to them, and (at least in America) we like to lie and say they are... but truly, the roadblocks can be almost insurmountable. Seeing the children/young people of their world robbed of so much reminds me of this. I'm trying to bring it into this story somehow.

I'm so glad you caught that difference in Eli! Like I keep saying, I don't think the stoic, lone wolf, bordering on emotionless man that we meet in canon is the real Eli at all. They were all coping mechanisms to survive extreme trauma. He needed them, but as his world changes, we'll see bits of the old Eli come back.

Is he ever going to be as carefree and fun-loving as Troy? No. I don't think that was ever his personality. And I don't think he'll be the same person he was. What he went through will change a person forever. But, even in canon, we see signs that he wasn't quite what met the eye. Why did he change his mind so fast regarding allowing them to stay in his cabin? Why was he so protective of them once there? Why did he choose to stay on with them? He could have gotten out of the cabin, made it through the night, and said, "have a nice life, peeps!" But he didn't because I don't think he ever wanted that isolation. He becomes incredibly loyal to Olympus, and if he's your LI, it takes all but a month for him to go from "I'm never letting myself feel again" to "What I feel with you is worth any risk." One of my goals in my HC is saying, "Will the real Eli Sipes please stand up?" lol

Thank you again, Dani! Like I've said, when I started writing WTD I was like OK if I have 2 readers, I'll be happy. This is really all for me. But having someone else who enjoys it, and the great conversations we have, it feels like this! :) Thank you!

A Mother's Journal - Part 3

Book:                   Wake the Dead (pre-series)

Characters:        Eli Sipes, F!OC (Florence Sipes)

Rating:                 Mature

Warnings: Violence, cursing, mentions of death

Series:                 A Mother’s Journal

Category:            Series - Angst with some fluff

Summary:           Florence is learning how to mother two young men in a world she still doesn't understand. It ends with one afternoon she and Eli share together, one where they encounter danger but also a deeper understanding.

Words:                 1593 (plus journal entries)

A/N:        Hey there. I wanted to take this through the time Eli was twenty, but it would have been entirely too long. This series is meant to give a mother's perspective but also to give the reader a glimpse of Eli's life before Wake the Dead began. To explore the later more thoroughly, the next part of this series will be a fic, with maybe just one or two journal entries. I hope to have it out soon. Thank you to all who are reading! :)

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Spring 2031

Florence took a deep breath. Spring. Rebirth. Renewal. For a moment, she allowed herself to recall springs of years long gone. The feeling was only secondary to falling in love, she once believed. And in some small ways, it still was: warmer weather, longer days, and watching the flowers bloom was magical. But today, spring also meant drones returning in droves. They could go an entire month without a sighting in the winter, but once spring arrived, that luxury ended.

She caught a glimpse of Eli relaxing on the porch as she began to prepare dinner. Seeing her eldest at peace was so lovely, so she put dinner aside and decided to join him.

“Whatcha doing there?” she asked with a bright smile as she stepped outside.

“Just whittling,” he shrugged. 

But peace never lasted long in this world, not even on a perfect spring day, and today was no exception. A hideous snarling sound seemed to surround them. Florence grabbed her pistol; but couldn’t determine where it was coming from. The stench of decaying flesh became more pronounced, so she knew it was near. She gasped in horror when she turned to find the creature’s oozing, mangled arm wrapped around her son’s torso. Eli was a soldier in this world, and it was rare to hear fear in his voice. But his whittling knife wasn’t doing a thing to stop the assault, and when he felt thick ichor dripping down his neck, he knew this could be his end.  

“MA!” His voice was a primal scream, one he instantly regretted it. Loud noise could attract more drones, leaving his mother alone to defend herself, and he wouldn’t forgive himself for that. He furiously struggled to break free when there was an explosion in his ear. Just before the monster sunk its dripping fangs into her son’s shoulder, Florence put a bullet through its head.

“Not on my fucking watch!” she spat, pulling Eli up front the ground. “Do you hear me! Not on my watch!”

She wanted to drop everything and hold her “baby” close, but Eli grabbed his bow, and the two sprung to action. Survival first, emotions later, and they had a perimeter to check to ensure this one didn’t bring any buddies along.

Once confident the area was secured, they retreated to the cabin, where Florence took a shuddering breath. But she had one more task to complete before she could even think of settling her tattered nerves.   

“Eli,” she started.

“I know. You have to check me.”

Her blood went cold at his words, making reality hit. This had been her greatest fear, finding a bite or a scratch on one of her boys.  The dreaded “rule number three.”  She doubted she’d be able to do it, and as she faced the real possibility for the first time, her heart felt like it could explode, which would be preferred over finding so much as a scratch on her son. But luckily, he had none.

Pulling him close and breaking into tears, Eli felt his body stiffen at first.  He had never seen his mother break down like this.  He had seen her sad, angry, and afraid, but this was different.  At that moment, a right of passage occurred. He realized his parents weren’t superheroes who handled all the madness with aplomb.  Instead, they were people, scared and frightened people who did the impossible.  And though he never thought it possible, he now loved them even more.  Enveloping her in his arms, they both fell to the floor, shaken. 

“Eli, that’s the closest one’s ever been to you…” she sobbed, “if I hadn’t come out to see you….”

“But you did, Mom,” he said, staring intently into her eyes. “I’m here.  I’m fine.”

Florence looked Eli over once more and smiled… they were safe.  At least at this moment, they were safe.   

“Go,” she pat his cheek gently. “Go wash all that gross crap off of you. I’ll keep watch until Dad and David are back home.”

“You sure?”

“Unless you want to sit around in zombie guts….”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I think I’ll shower.”

“Good choice,” she grinned, leaning over to pick his blood-stained clothes off the floor; they had to be put outside until they could be washed. Three small wooden stars fell out of his pocket as she picked up his pants. She took them in her hand and eyed them, vividly recalling them on the outside table just before the attack. They must have been important, she thought, if that’s the first thing he grabbed.  

Shortly after, Eli entered the kitchen, drying his hair with a large cloth. Florence placed a steaming bowl before him as he plopped into a chair.   

“I made your stew.”

Eli grinned brightly, and her seventeen-year-old son looked just like her little boy again. “You’re such a mom,” he teased.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If we’re celebrating? You make me food. If I’m sad? You make me food. Survive a zombie attack….”  

“When in doubt, you go with what you know.”

Eli hummed with delight as he put a spoonful in his mouth, and Florence noticed his eyes lingering on the wooden stars lying on the kitchen table.

“They fell out of your pocket. I knew they must be important to you if you grabbed them, even before you grabbed your weapon.”

“Yeah,” he snorted. “I won’t make that mistake again.”   

She wanted to ask more, but she knew her son, and pushing was the one way she could ensure he’d never open up.

“They’re for Nessa,” he volunteered after a few moments of silence. “Her birthday is coming, and you know how she loves stars. So I thought I’d make her a bunch. This way, she can have them, even during the day, or there aren’t any in the sky.”  

“That is so sweet, Eli. I’m sure she’ll love that.”

Once again, silence filled the air, and once again, she didn’t dare to ask more. Then, she heard a clang as Eli’s spoon dropped into his bowl.

“Mom… can I ask you something?” he asked with urgency.

“Of course, anything.”

“How did you know? With you and Dad… how did you know… it was him?”

“Well,” she sighed. “It didn’t happen all at once, but in a way, it did. It was his first day at school after his family moved to town, and I wanted him to feel welcomed.  But when we started talking, we just hit it off. Within no time, we were best friends, inseparable.”

“So, you knew that quickly?”

“Oh, no. We were very young and… well… we were just friends at first.  But we started getting older, and….”

“Ma, please, no details,” he cringed.

“Relax,” she laughed, giving his shoulder a shrug. “I’m not going to tell you about the make-out sessions your dad and I used to have.”

She laughed more heartily when he threw his head into his hands with a groan.

“OK, I’ll stop,” she assured.

“But… you knew… right? You knew you wanted to be with him… as more than friends.”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I did.”

Eli’s face twisted as he swallowed, speaking again with an almost pained voice.

“How do you know if it happens?”

“Oh, Eli,” she sympathized, touching his hand. “It’s unmistakable when it happens.  You’d know it.”

He lowered his head, gently retrieving his hand.

“Should I feel that way about Nessa?” he whispered.

“There is no should when it comes to these things, you will either feel it or you won’t, son.”

“But it’s not likely that I will meet anyone else.”

“No. It’s not impossible, but you’re right, it's improbable that you will. Does… she feel that way about you.”

Eli shrugged and looked out the window; the sky was beginning to turn to dusk. 

“I don’t know. She feels like I do, I think.”

“And how is that?”

“She’s my best friend, and I love her… but I don’t love her, and I feel like I should.”

“Oh, honey,” she sighed. “If the world was the way it should be, you and Nessa would have so many people to choose from. But here….”

“It’s probably inevitable,” he said. “And it could be worse. At least we’re best friends; we care about each other….”

“There are worse ways to start,” Florence replied wistfully. 

“But when we kissed,” he blurted before his eyes went wide with horror when he realized what he had just said. Embarrassed, he jumped up from the table, but his mother took his arm.

“Eli, I’m not going to press you on that, and you don’t have to be embarrassed. Not with me. We don’t have to talk about it anymore, but I'm here if you ever want to.”

“Thanks, ma,” he sighed. 

“And don’t be so hard on yourself. You don’t have to figure this out tonight, tomorrow, or even this year. Just… just keep loving each other as friends. That’s the most important thing. If more is meant to happen, it will.”

They turned toward the window when they heard footsteps approaching. Both reached for their weapons, then Florence breathed a sigh of relief when they saw David and Jim returning.

“Oh, thank God,” she sighed. 

Eli jumped up from the table to greet them, eager to end the conversation.

“Thanks, Mom,” he half smiled before walking away. But after a few steps, he stopped in his tracks and turned around. “And Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“You were badass today.”

“Thank you,” she chuckled.  “You’re pretty badass, too.”

A/N 2: Thanks for reading. The next part will explore Eli and Nessa's relationship, and we'll also learn more about his brother David and Nessa's brother, Brady. Again, thanks for reading!

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@choicesficwriterscreations Day 4 Self-Reflection

[dellinah]

I worked at the Bronx Zoo in 1995 and there was an old man volunteering there who in the 1920s saw their live thylacine. Sad conversation with him b/c he'd always known it was a special opportunity to see it, but he couldn't describe it as anything special - what he was saying was what you would say if asked to describe the video clips. The pure experience of it cannot be transmitted. I have loved thylacines my whole life and feel cheated. We were all cheated.

Woah! Lucky you :D There are probably not that many (if any) people alive today who saw a thylacine as kids and were old enough then to remember it still, since the last one died in 1936. Pretty cool that you met someone who did and got the chance to talk to him about it! Even if he didn't find it that special, I'd say that that puts you closer to tassies than most of us will ever be in a way :P Not many people can say they saw an extinct animal alive, so I think that alone is pretty cool too. I'd have asked him to describe so many details he'd probs be annoyed, lol. I can see why some people would think they aren't special, but I do. Yes, a lot of the wonder and mistique around them comes from the fact that they are extinct, but I think they're special on their own.

Possums that looked like wolves. What's not to love?

I love that you sent this ask, actually. It warmed my thylacine-loving heart in a way :'3 have some other pictures I took in the museum as a thank you (the lighting there is terrible for pics, but hopefully you enjoy it still)

But honestly, I get you. There are things that can't be said with words, and I think experiences are one of those things. Even with the most eloquent of descriptions, I think you can never fully understand what someone else went through or felt at a certain situation. I know that if I got to see a living thylacine, I'd never be able to convey what it meant to me. Even if most people found it dumb/didn't get why it was special to me. Heck, people at the museum were probably confused as to why I was crying at a mounted animal oop

It's sad, but in a way, thylacines disappeared twice. Once when the last one passed away, and again when the last people who saw them alive passed away too. First they were gone, and lived on only as memories. Now that the memories are gone as well since those people are (most likely) gone too, we only have the ghosts - the pictures, the drawings, the videos, which shape the ideas we get of them. Like you said, you, and I, and anyone else who wishes to see them, were robbed.

All we have of the thylacine is old. A video I've seen a million times, pictures that will never move or make a sound. We were robbed of so much when it comes to them. We were robbed of their sound, of their colors, their behavior. We have nothing now. We'll never know what they sounded like, or watch them hunt, or learn more about them. Really, all we have is ghosts and other people's memories as we look at the pictures other people took.

And that will have to do.

Little story for yall: when I was at the museum, there was a little girl with her dad there too. She'd jump from one animal to another, asking him to tell her where each animal lived (as the exibitions were labeled by place of origin of the animals). They got to the tassie the same time that I did, and when she asked "where does this one live?" he read the sign and replied "It doesn't live anymore. It doesn't have a home anywhere. They're gone."

And then they walked away, and I didn't see them anymore. But man, that hit hard. I keep hearing that in my head, over and over again.

It doesn't live anymore.

It doesn't have a home anywhere.

They're gone.

That dad and little girl probably didn't think anything of it. But I'll never forget that. How thylacines once lived, once had a home.

And now, there's none.

Been thinking of incorporating those sentences into a drawing of them or smth. I know it's very r/im14andthisisdeep but let me weird about them ok they make me sad

But yeah, that's my thylacine rant for the night. Because there aren't enough of those in my blog :P Thanks again for this, as it allowed me to ramble oops. Hope you doing well!

[babeydollx]

Rafe smut x she’s a pogue she works with kie at the CC on a night she is closing she gets an anxiety attack and RAFE comes in, she breaks down so he comforts her n takes her to his house for a drink

awww love it 🥰

The Devil You Once Knew {Rafe Cameron}

Warnings: cursing, anxiety, panic attacks, some drinking, mentions of trauma, sex, soft sex, soft!Rafe

Pairings: soft!Rafe Cameron x Female Pogue Reader

Type: Smut and Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

You and Kiara were just serving the last few people that were there. Closing time was in 10 minutes so you both were cleaning the tables that had no one there and sweeping the floors. This was your first time back at work this late for awhile.

You were working day shifts but, they were not as long as your old ones. Today you decided to try to work one of your old shifts. Basically there was an incident 2 months ago with a man who came into the store while you were closing.

He had a gun and he was trying to rob the store. You could remember perfectly how he made you lay down on the floor with you face down as he was looking for money to take. He had threatened multiple times to kill you so the incident was terrifying.

Kiara was not there that time because she had to leave early and you told the rest of the employees that were there that you would close up for them. At least they didn't have to go through what you had gone through. You tried to get that awful memory out of your head as Kiara walked over to you.

"Hey Y/N... I'm really sorry but, I have to leave right now. My dad just called me, there is a family emergency." She said. You felt a wave of panic flow through you but you took a few deep breaths to try to calm yourself before your anxiety started.

"It's ok, I'll be able to close on my own today." You said.

"Okay... again I am really sorry." Kiara said as she pulled her coat on and grabbed her bag.

"It's ok, it's not your fault." You smiled a little. She gave you a hug and then she left. You were alone in the store now. You took some more deep breaths and continued to clean up. You noticed on one of the chairs that someone forgot their jacket.

You picked it up and put it in the back, you figured they would come back and get it tomorrow. You continued to clean up and then you felt the anxiety start to build up. This was exactly what happened last time, that led up to the horrible events.

Your hands started to shake and you began to sweat more. You couldn't think straight and your legs gave out and you fell to your knees and started sobbing. You were just sitting there on your knees sobbing, unable to think straight. You didn't even hear someone walk into the restaurant.

"Hey, sorry I know you're closing but I forgot my jacke- oh my god! Y/N are you ok?!" You herd Rafe say as he ran over to you. He got on his knees beside you and you kept sobbing. He hugged you and you just ended up melting into him, wrapping your arms around him.

"It's ok... just take deep breaths ok?" He said petting your head. You sniffled and started taking deep breaths. He kept petting your head trying to calm you down. You finally were able to catch your breath and looked up at him, your cheeks were tear-stained.

"Now.. what's wrong? What happened?" He asked.

"I- it's just... after what happen 2 months ago I got scared to be alone again. I don't want what happened before to happen again. The thought of it still plagues me." You sniffled.

"And that's totally okay. It's only been 2 months. You were held at gunpoint... it will take time. And the trauma will never really go away but you'll learn how to cope with it." He said. You nodded and smiled a little.

"Well I can stay with you and help you close up." He said.

"That would mean a lot.. thank you Rafe." You said with a smile. "I just hope I'll be okay once I go home, I'm going to be home alone tonight so." You said as you got up again. Rafe got up too.

"It's no trouble really and, if you're worried about staying home alone tonight, you could stay over at my place tonight or even just for a few hours and have a drink with me to calm down." He said.

"I- that's so sweet... but what would I tell my parents? My parents would never let me sleepover with a boy." You said.

"Just say you're having a sleepover with Sarah." He said with a shrug. You chuckled a little.

"That's a good idea." You said with a smile as you texted your parents that you were going to sleep over with Sarah and they said it was ok. Rafe started helping you clean up and you were honestly shocked that he was helping you this much.

He usually would terrorize The Pogues, especially John B, JJ, Kiara, and Pope. The devil you once knew was now being the sweetest man ever. The two of you finished cleaning up and then you locked up the restaurant and he drove you to his place.

It was dark out now and you were still kind of anxious but shockingly, being with Rafe made you feel calm and safe. He pulled into the driveway and he got out of the truck then he came around and opened your door up for you. You smiled a little as he helped you out.

The two of you walked inside together and he took you into the kitchen first. You sat down at the island as he walked around to the other side.

"Is there anything you'd like? Food or water or anything?" He asked.

"I guess I'll just have whatever you have." You said. Rafe nodded and he grabbed two beers out of the fridge. He handed one of the can of beers to you and you smiled and took it. "Thank you." You said as you opened it and took a sip.

He opened his beer and took a sip as well. You were surprised with how your anxiety was going down with him. You never though out of everyone in Outer Banks, that Rafe Cameron would make you feel safe.

You had never seen the sweet and soft side of him but, you loved this side of him. You wished that you could've saw this sign of him sooner. He came around to the other side that you were on and sat down beside you.

The two of you were just drinking beer, talking, laughing, just having fun. You placed your beer down on the island and looked over to Rafe who was looking at you. You smiled and tilted your head. You corked your brow a little, you were a little confused on why he was looking at you like that.

"Why are you-" Before you could even finish what you were trying to say he cut you off by leaning in and kissing you. "I- mm!" You hummed but kissed back. The way he kissed you made you feel warm inside.

Rafe put his beer down on the island and he grabbed onto your hips as the two of you made out. You put your hands through his hair and melted into him. He pulled back but only to pick you up, making you giggle.

He took you upstairs to his bedroom. He gently tossed you onto the bed making you squeal. He smiled at your reaction. He honestly though that you were so cute, that's why he wasn't cruel to you like he was to everyone else.

He got on top of you and kissed you. You kissed back and tugged on his hair making him groan quietly into your mouth. He then sat up and started taking off your clothing and then he took off his own clothes.

"I'd take my time with you but, I just can't." He said as pulled a condom and then he spread your legs and positioned himself between them. He slowly pushed into you making both of you moan out softly. He then began to thrust into you.

He was soft and gentle with you but, it felt so fucking good. You wrapped your arms around his neck and threw your head back as he thrusted into you, slowly going faster. Even though he was going faster, he was still gentle with you.

You arched your back holding onto him. You then wrapped your legs around his hips as he went faster and faster. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned out louder. You had sex before but, it had never felt this good.

After a few minutes you felt that familiar knot growing in your stomach. You clenched around him, signaling him that you were close. You could tell he was close too since his thrusts were getting sloppy.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out.

"I'm gonna cum too baby, come on, cum for me." Rafe said. You moaned out loudly as your legs began to shake and your eyes rolled back and you came hard on his cock. After a few minutes he came as well. He pulled out and took off the now full condom and threw it into the trash.

He laid down beside you and you rolled over and held onto him. You rested your head on his chest and smiled when he kissed your head. You felt so happy and safe with Rafe.

You guessed the devil you once knew really wasn't a devil at all, deep down there was a sweet and kind man, a man you knew instantly you loved.

a/n: I hope y'all liked this story! Feel free to request!

Taglist: @maybankforlife @rafecameronswhore @luversgirl @pogueslandia @vintageobx @dudenhaaa27 @kaelibaby

[stinkfacestories]

Free Weight

You were laying on the bench press when you felt it. Two massive thighs on either side of you, then the weight of a titanic frame sitting on your stomach. You looked down. It was Robert Oberst.

"So I hear you don't like to put your weights back" he said. All around you was the proof. Free weights strewn about. "It's just common courtesy, man"

"So? Ok I'll put them back after" you say. "Get off me"

"Not so fast" he pressed your chest down. "If we don't punish you now you'll just keep doing shit like this."

"Punish me? What are you gonna do?"

He smiled. "I'd love nothing more than to park my fat asshole on your smug mouth and sit there for a few hours farting. Making you huff up each and everyone. Be there so long that you forget that normal air isn't supposed to smell like shit. Make you beg and cry for a thirty second break only to deny you." He leaned in close. "But I'm not going to do that."

For a moment your heart fluttered. It had been a sick joke.

"Because Eddie already called it"

You looked up. Behind you Eddie hall towered over you. He was wearing his tightest pair of black shorts. His package bounced back and forth almost nearly as much as his round and muscular butt.

"This the free weights guy Rob?" He said. Robert nodded, pressing his hand hard to keep your head on the bench. Eddie looked down. "Well mate good news. I got about 350 pounds of 'free' weight for ya" he stepped forward. You were looking up at his back side now. He was really going to do it!

"No no no—" you cried as he sat down on your face smothering you. His cheeks, while as beefy as a bull, spread like soft margarine across your face. There was just enough space to breath I'm and out in his hairy cheeked valley. The smell was a mix of earthy musk and old sweat, but you didn't have time to get used to it. From the gaping void between his cheeks, Eddies asshole let out a disgruntled and angry sigh. The wet and sputtering fart hit you in the face like a garbage truck in the middle of July. You could actually feel it blowiy on your face. You tried to breathe through your mouth, but you could taste it. You tried to breathe through your nose, but it burned. Your eyes were watering. There was no solution.

You felt both of them shake with laughter.

Eddie leaned to the right, giving you a glimpse of light. You tried to call fir help but as soon as your mouth opened he let another short, gutteral, trumpet like burst.

"Alright that was the right. Let's see what the lefts got" he rolled over. For a moment all his weight pressed into your face and you swore you were about to pop. When he leaned left you saw Robert leaning to see your face. This time when Eddie let loose it was a sting of wet pops, each one a brown raspberry happing into your face.

"Good thing I wore my old shorts. Those ones felt a wee bit wetter than I'd like" he said. He lowered his leg and settled you between his cheeks. He wiggled into place, using your nose to scratch his itchy, moist, crack.

There was no sign he was getting up soon. You'd never again leave the free weights out again. Just the thought of having to go through this every time made your stomach want to hurl.

Eddie slid back, his package bouncing on your face. He looked down at your face.

"learned your lesson?" He said.

You creaked out a strained: "Yes"

"Good" he slapped your face. "But I'm still filled with farts and since your heads right here. Strap in this is going to be a long day"

[friedbroth]

Ranking Ikemen Prologue

Warning: This is my opinion

Some of the comments to it is not related to the game's prologue.

1. Ikemen Sengoku

     - i just like it the most, it's long and well detailed.

     - did the Japanese saw what the warlords looked like back then? Like do they have an actual picture??

     - must be fun to get struck by a lightning

     - that black guy is going to get burnt and he's still having his beauty sleep.

     - i lived when i got struck by a lightning, I'm sure I'll survive when i get burnt alive and get thrown in the past by 500 years more.

     - black guy ask me to rule the world with him.

     - but i prefer living in a cave so goodluck with that.

     - i thought my mom was at the game for a minute but then i realized it was actually Hideyoshi.

     - Sasuke is living the life out there.

     - first war, kinda nervous ✌️

     - there's a monk on the run out there y'all

2. Ikemen Revolution

     - lot of y'all disagree with this but i really like the prologue.

     - meeting a gentleman then meeting a prideful man who wouldn't survive in the wild for a week right after is very eventful.

     - Blanc is giving me "He's a runner, he's a trackstar"

     - it was suppose to be a "she" but we're talking about a man here.

     - old men should never run.

     - Naturally, to Ray's eyes, I'm a gift from the Gods since i literally came flying (falling) down to his arms like the once in romance novels.

     - Jonah is a Karen.

     - Alice is like a package that got lost and was tossed around from Red to Blanc back to Red just to get robbed by the Blacks.

     - don't get fooled, it's a jungle out there in the central.

     - Alice: The current idol of Cradle, wanted by everyone.    

     - Obviously the Magic Tower is involved.

    - the fuck are y'all ancestors be doing for the past 500 years of conflict then? Talk? I wouldn't believe that without knowing one of y'all tried to strangle the other to death.

3. Ikemen Vampire

     - ok for advance i'm sorry

     - but i guess it's too late for that now.

     - okay, imagine actually meeting Comte ni real life and he's wearing his golden suit or whatever and it just feels like you commited theft just standing next to him.

     - but anyway, who would be dumb enough to enter a door that already looked like a life before death on the inside.

     - y'all better get jealous, i got protected by the emperor.

     - lmao that didn't last long.

     - i was once a human now i'm a hondje

     - You slept in a house filled with guys and expect that nothing will happen?

     - Sebastian, the 5 star butler.

     - does getting bit by a vampire really brings you pleasure or every human they bit is just a masochist in general?

     - I'm the nut of the group.

     - the one who didn't contribute anything to the society but still famous.

     - especially to the dead.

4. Ikemen Prince

     - Ikepri is my fav of all ikemen games but their Prologue ranks last.

     - maybe because it's too ordinary for a person who's less than normal.

     - slapping someone really do gives me the benefit.

     - it's a pleasure to be portrayed as someone with a pure heart but that's a default in the game not in real life.

     - Clause 99 is just an illusion made by the illuminati because the government wouldn't let us love someone peacefully

     - I met a man so generalized in life and i wouldn't want to talk to him.

     - bunch of traumatized men and i could change them.

     - being Belle is like experiencing survival of the fittest firsthand.

     - just getting to know the Prince's reduces 10 years of my lifespan

     -  Rio's real identity is a Blue Bird.

[tenthgrove]

!!!! tenth you’re vampire au is so cool aaaa — I just finished reading what you have in your tag & dude it’s amazing I am vibrating man ✨✨ I got a silly question for it if that’s ok, so most of the vampires have lived LONG long time who’s more likely to be upset about seeing their stuff in a museum? I don’t know how they’d find it there but would they be like “ wait a minute!! That’s mine >:( “ or would they not care about it since it’s been so long? Thank you I hope you’re having a good day!

Oki! So funnily enough I already have lore for 2 of the guys having artwork of their own creation in museums, so I'll go through them first.

After the first death of Prosciutto's soulmate (i.e Reader) when they were both human Prosciutto commissioned a statue in their likeness. He was forced to abandon it when Rome fell to the barbarians, but it survived the carnage and was passed between many European dukes and kings over the course of the centuries. Initially, Prosciutto despised the statue being seen by others, to the point where he murdered two barons he saw bartering over it. Unfortunately, he didn't get to take it back with him as that incident caused him to meet the first of his soulmate's reincarnations, which occupied him for the rest of the visit to the court. He found the statue again some centuries later in a garden, but decided to let it be that time. It resides in a museum now somewhere, and Prosciutto donates a lot of money anonymously for its upkeep.

(Cut for excessive SorLato rambling)

Sorbet also has some work of his in a museum, namely a series of paintings he made of Gelato after he first fell in love with him. They are all very colourful and cheerful, showing Gelato staring off a balcony, dancing through a meadow or sleeping in a bed of flowers. Each of them also show a well-hidden shadow in the distance watching the young man, sometimes with a single rose in his hand. He never showed them to anyone except Gelato, who he wooed with them. They kept them with them for a while until sometime in the 1800s when their house was robbed while they were out hunting. Before they could take revenge on the burglars the paintings were sold to an Italian museum, at which point the pair decided they actually kinda preferred them their and let it be. They liked the stir the paintings were causing.

You see, it was at first assumed that the paintings were a fairly new collection simply set in the 1600s, so when dating revealed they were actually that old people were shocked, since the level of colour, movement, and unrestrained emotion was quite rare for art of the time. And then when they discovered the subject may have been an actual aristocrat and not a model the surprise grew even more since for a nobleman to be depicted so carefree would have been scandalous at the time... strange therefore that there were no historical records of the painting ever actually existing.

It should be noted that at this point Gelato was already a minor topic of debate among Italian historians, the publicly jilted youngest son of a nobleman who suspiciously also happened to be the only body not found when the entire family was brutally murdered. It was often theorised that Gelato was either the culprit, bribing the staff to pretend they saw nothing and fleeing, or he was a victim as well but his body was carried off by animals. An interesting topic, sure, but not a massive conundrum. Then, a whole series of masterworks showing Gelato in a distinctly intimate aura showed up, and nobody could find any evidence of them being commissioned. History sleuths lost it.

For a long time, the main theory was that Gelato had painted the portraits himself, even though he was notoriously bad at his studies, but in less public circles the idea of a male lover was also floating around. In modern times that theory has become more mainstream and was even acknowledged as probably the most likely in museum guide books just a few years back. It is now a shrine for gay art kids who come to pine at it.

As for Sorbet and Gelato themselves, they have been watching afar for two hundred years and laughing their asses off at the whole thing. They like how popular the painting has become among queer nerds, so will allow it to continue sitting there in the public eye for many more years.

[annoying-shits-i-think-of]

Infos about my OM MC : Alexandra

nearly everybody forget that her full name is Alexandra since everybody call her Alex

is 23 when first arriving in the Devildom

is 2cm taller than Belphie (much to his annoyance)

black hair and blue eyes

high EQ average IQ

is bisexual

hates physical affection especially after the Belphie incident

has a lot of common sense but after 3 months of living in the Devildom she decides to listen to it only when her life is in real danger

she didn't applied for RAD but Diavolo made a mistake with the summoning and said this was ok since she's a human too

she accept because they promise her free food, free loging and free schooling

she also has family problems so she thought than an 1 year break would be good

jokes on her she didn't get a break

the only reason why she helps Belphie was so he let her sleep

is the descendant of both Lilith and Solomon (Lilith's by her father and Solomon's by her mother) so she call the sorcerer "Gramps", much to his displeasure

it's probably why she can eat his cooking without fainting (she still find it disgusting)

and probably because of Lilith's blood, her cooking is divine (Barbs is still the best cook of the 3 realms and Alex would fight anyone who says the contrary)

promise herself to never swear in front of Luke when she saw that he admire her (she didn't want him to take her bad habits)

he did hear her swear when she thought he couldn't hear, he didn't say anything since he was happy that Alex makes an effort for him even though it's must be difficult for her to not swear

the only time she got really mad it was when a lower demon talk bad about Diavolo, she yelled at them and pointed out any of their insecurities so hard that the démon cried for three days straight

is a cheapstake so living with the demon brothers gives her a lot of stroke (also the reason why I don't ship her with Mammon (don't worry, the greedy boy will have a witch sugar mommy))

she had a crush on Lucifer but Lucifer rejected her (ooc from the old man but I love drama)

I don't know yet whom she'll end up with but you can erase the angels, Solomon, the royals (Dia, Barbs and Mephisto), Levi, Mammon and Asmo

Lucifer is still in the love interests because I said I love the drama

She has a hard time focusing when people are talking and remembering names so when she became friend with Levi, she informed of that so he won't get upset (she really likes it when her best friend rambles about)

is afraid of height so she never tried to ride Lotan but definitively pets and spoils him and Henry and Cerberus

collections rocks she found pretty and cried when the brothers threw them away

bond with Asmo over drunk karoke, cosplay make up and later DiaLevi

bond with Mammon over scamming people (and this one time where they accidentaly robbed a bank in the human realm, Lucifer doesn't know about it but Barbs does)

when she's on her periods, she tends to lock herself up in her room because she may yell at her friends for no reason

funnily enough, her birthday is the same day as Levi (April 9)

they joke about it, saying they're twins everything but blood, much to Belphie's annoyance (twins is his and Beel's thing !)

I forgot to publish this, sorry. Anyways that's all for my OM MC. I'll probably add more later. After this it's my AT MC

[lovethisletters]

The Bat & The Lantern || Batman x Reader

Hi, lovely! I had so much fun writing this (I'm not gonna lie, I was quite nervous at first, since I don't know that much about the whole green lantern universe, but guess it turned out...ok?) so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did and to be honest, I would like to revisit this story again in the future!

Little disclaimer: The reader is a Human green lantern but similar to star-lord she lived the majority of her life in space, that's why she's so oblivious as to whom Batman is, also this takes place during Dick Grayson early years as robin (12-13).

Word count: 2233!!!

Summary: Reader is a new member of the Justice League...but Batman doesn't seem too happy about it.

Keys: Y/S/N: Your Superhero Name | Y/N: Your (real) Name.

Hal Jordan was your friend since you joined the green lanterns (which it was barely 3 or 4 years ago)

Basically...you were "new"

But that didn't stop your fellow green lanterns (?) From seeing all your potential.

Everyone is convinced that with the right training and perseverance, you will become one of the greatest green lanterns of all time.

So, it didn't take long before you proved yourself to be capable enough to join the big leagues.

More specifically, The Justice League.

Hal was the one to introduce you to his companions.

The Amazonian, the human looking alien, the speedster, the other Alien not so human looking, the half robot; everyone was so nice to you since they met you.

Everyone except...The grumpy bat.

When you first introduced yourself, he didn't even bother to be as welcoming as the others.

He just stood there, looking all big and serious that you almost thought it was a statue or the poor guy had catatonic lapses or was way too shy or socially awkward to approach you.

You felt bad, so you approached him instead.

—Hi! I'm Y/S/N...—You said enthusiastically before being abruptly interrupted.

—I know, I heard your introduction already—His voice so devoid of any kind of emotion that you may as well had been talking to a machine.

"Scanning complete, Batman"

A voice inside his cowl informed him, it sounded like an older man with a British accent.

—Thank you, I'll check it later.

That’s when it hit you…the reason why he was watching you so intensely and standing so incredibly still: He was scanning you.

Fucking. Son. Of. A. Bitch.

You stayed there, your face paralyzed with surprise and anger, without knowing very well what to answer; you didn't want to cause a scene on your first day, but this man was just so rude; That is not an appropriate way to receive a new member. yes, it is normal to have suspicions, but you would appreciate if he had the decency to let his suspicions be known when you weren't present.

—she just introduced herself and already on with the paranoic behavior, Bats? seriously? —Hal stepped in your defense.

—this is a routine procedure; I'm just being cautious.

—He was like that at the beginning with all of us too, don’t worry he’ll warm up to you in no time—Wonder woman whispered in your ear after watching your uncomfortable expression.

Ultimatedly you decided to listen to the amazonian and let that one slide, “is normal to be wary of new things anyways” you repeated yourself.

As the months passed you have grown quite frustrated. Between all the missions and meetings even though you felt your relationship with the rest of the team grow closer and they began to trust you and respect you; your relationship with the Batman stayed pretty much the same.

Yes, there was a bit of progress….a bit.

He was bit more talkative to you, a bit more “friendly”, a bit more trusting.

But it was always just a bit never actually fully a teammate to you, your relationship felt more like distant coworkers.

At the beginning it didn’t worry you too much, until your lack of communication started to mess with your performance in the missions, sometimes something completely bizarre and unexpected would happen and because both of you didn’t know each other very well, the mission would take the double amount of time to resolve since you couldn’t coordinate at all.

One time he almost ran you over with his batwing…

The whole thing was kinda funny looking back on it but at the time you were furious (rightfully so)

In his defense, he didn’t knew you were there…I mean…you basically where standing in his parking spot (not that you knew there was such a thing, most members could fly or at least jump really high, so you kinda always forgot he couldn’t…and to be honest you didn’t know his exact powers)

—Sorry—was all he said as he got out of the strangely shaped flying vehicle and directed only one glance at you to make sure you where ok before entering the building, always maintaining that characteristic calm and cold demeanor.

One day you entered the hall of justice earlier than usual only to find an unexpected guest sitting in one of the empty chairs his gaze fixated on a book, he was wearing a rather colorful suit of some sort matching his green mask, then you realized when you were close enough…he was a C H I L D.

You panicked, why was a child here? Is he some sort of mini spy? How was he able to get through the security system?  Did he touch anything dangerous?

This and many more questions ran through your mind, the child noticed you were looking at him and only gave a polite nod as a greeting before returning his attention to his book.

Perhaps a school trip that you weren’t aware of was taking place and this kid strayed from his class? Perhaps he was looking for one of your teammates to ask for a photo and got lost and decided to wait here for his teacher? That will explain why everyone wasn’t here in the meetings room, perhaps they were busy giving the (hypothetical) group of children a tour?

—Hey kiddo! Are you lost? —you began the conversation in a friendly tone before kneeling down a little in order to appear less imposing…after all he was a child you didn’t wanna scare him.

He looked at you so incredulously.

You could almost hear him think “ma’am wtf are you doing???” through his expressions.

—What’s your name?

—Ummm…uh…Robin?­—He spoke like it was something obvious  while signaling the “R” symbol on his chest.

—Robin, uh? What a pretty name! tell me Robin…why are you here? Are you lost?

Poor boy he was so confused, you didn’t know who he was? Didn’t any of the members told you about him? And more importantly…Why where you talking to him like if he was a 5-year-old?

—No, ma’am…I’m just waiting for Batman.

“Batman? Was he a fan of Batman of all superheroes?”  It surprised you a bit, usually kids tend to like superman or wonder woman more since they are nicer and charismatic, and Batman was the opposite.

—Sorry Kiddo, I don’t think he’s one for photos, perhaps you could ask the others some other time! ­— you began explaining trying to dissuade the kid while guiding him towards the exit.

—He’s not here for photos—smooth as ever…the Bat was behind you.

—He’s my sidekick.

Your jaw dropped, a sidekick? He’s a CHILD! You knew superheroes had sidekicks, but you never knew they were that young!

Before you could even begin to protest, Batman ignored you, looking down at the child and instructing him to collect his things.

—Hurry, you’ll be late for class again. — He said before disappearing behind the door that led to his parking spot.

Robin quickly followed, hanging his backpack over his shoulder before stopping in his tracks directing an apologetic smile towards you and saying:

—Don’t worry miss, I can take care of myself! — He must have noticed the concern on your face before leaving.

Since that day your routine changed.

You would wake up earlier, many times you’ll be the first to arrive to the Hall of justice, and even have breakfast flying on your way there all for one thing: Robin.

Once you learned he was Batman’s sidekick you couldn’t help but worry over that poor child, “what if he gets hurt? Is he eating/sleeping/resting properly?” you just couldn’t help yourself.

At first it was just checking on the kid by just…seeing him in the morning and greeting him casually but there were times he wasn’t there, and you would panic internally and there was no other way to calm your anxiety until you would ask the Bat about the child.

He would always replay shortly: “He’s at home” “He’s at school” “He’s busy” and your conversations always would end there.

One day that Robin was there however, instead of your usual ‘greeting nod’ he started talking to you.

He asked you all sorts of things (that weren’t compromising to your real identity ofc) “What’s your favorite color?” “What music do you like?” “What’s your favorite movie?”

And it started from there.

The conversations with Robin grew not only more frequent but also more personal (as personal as someone with a superhero lifestyle can be), to the point it had become a routine for you to come early and talk to the boy, sometimes you had breakfast together or even helped him with his homework before the Bat would take him to school.

Perhaps it was because you didn’t have many acquittances here on earth, but Robin became family to you.

And family takes care of each other.

It had been a rather difficult and spontaneous mission; Lex Luthor was starting to act a little bit fishy (more than usual) using his connections and money Luthor had been acquiring/robbing very specifically concerning items all over the US, his next objectives: a Radion sample being investigated in a secret laboratory in Star city and a Dionesium sample...contained in the Wayne tower laboratories...

The team decided to split to put a stop to Luthor’s minions and his plan.

The Bat insisted the rest of the team should go to Star city, telling them that he and Robin could handle it, but everyone was immediately against it: Luthor had already collected relatively powerful items and being the intelligent motherfucker he is, probably transformed some of those items to give to his goon’s so they might have a chance in harming any of the members if they were to interfere.

Ultimately, the team agreed you and cyborg would accompany them to Wayne Tower.

Robin was stoked, he would get the opportunity to fight alongside you! But Batman…not so much…he kept trying to lose the two of you on the way there; fortunately, cyborg put a tracker on the batwing, he wasn’t going to get rid of you that easy.

Upon your arrival, you could spot several men (armed like if they were military but with a much more upgraded equipment) already leaving the building, carrying two tanks (presumably full of that substance Martian Manhunter had mentioned before) and heading to a truck without any plates.

Long story short: you organized a plan as quickly as you could but…something went wrong…Cyborg and Robin were supposed to create a distraction while the two of you recovered the tanks without damaging them, since the properties of the substance within remained unknown.

But something went wrong: You and Batman failed to coordinate and so you were spotted by the henchmen, they started aiming their weapons at the two of you, initially you thought a force field generated by the power of your ring would be enough...oh no, honey, you’re so wrong.

Sonic weapons were able to not only break your concentration quickly, but also made your ears bleed! One after another you kept re-making the fields, but the sonic waves so deathly and loud just kept coming.

You don’t know how but you were able to stand your ground long enough to make cover not only for Batman and allow him to get the tanks back safely but also for the rest of your team and give them a slight advantage to take down as many of Luthor’s minions as they could.

And then…you passed out.

You woke up at the infirmary in Justice Hall, your head a mess and wrapped in bandages, you had broken your arm because that shit inside a cast too for some reason…and…your ring was gone!

Panic!

No, never mind it was on the nightstand next to the chair in which batman was sitting on.

WAIT…next to the chair in which batman was sitting on?!?!?!

—How are you feeling? — you didn’t know if it was him suddenly talking or the genuine concern on his voice that startle you, so you just nodded slightly while he approached you.

—Can you hear me properly? —Surprisingly you could, but you still were a bit taken aback by his presence.

—I…­—Before responding your brain reminded you of the fact that you didn’t had your ring on, hence your secret identity was revealed to Batman. Your hands practically flew to your face in embarrassment. You didn’t know why but without your mask you felt naked and vulnerable.

He noticed.

His gaze studying your pained expression before he let out a small sigh.

—I came here…to thank you…and apologize— hesitantly his hands moved to the back of his cowl.

—You not only put yourself in danger for Cyborg and Robin, but you also concerned yourself with my safety even when it was probably my fault that we ended up in that situation —He admitted pressing a hidden button loosing up his cowl before finally taking it off and reviling the most gorgeous man you’ve had ever lay your eyes on.

—And for that I thank you and apologize…sincerely—Such sudden action left you speechless for a while, Batman not only had thanked you and apologized, but he had entrusted his identity to you.

—I think-…I think we started with the wrong foot; you know? —You finally were able to respond, breaking the silence that filled the room and surprising him slightly by your sudden declaration.

—Let’s start again…Hi! I’m Y/N—You imitated the same friendly voice tone you first used to talk to him.

The lips on the man in front of you curved forming a subtle almost imperceptive grin.

—Hello, Y/N, I’m Bruce…Bruce Wayne.

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 WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! IT. TOOK. SO. LONG. Sorry :c

I had a bunch of ideas for this request but ended up going with this one since I wanted to expand on their beginning, I’m still trying to figure out a way to write Bruce and this was my first attempt, so…sorry if it was…bad :c I’ll try harder next time!!!

Any errors you might see, please let me know; English is not my first language so I’m trying to improve.

In the final scene I wanted Bruce to show he recognized the Reader as an equal so that’s why he took it off…still I felt like it could improve.

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I will forever thank you if you go check out my other profile: @aileysmirnov​ where I post things about my OC: edits, one-shots, imagines, art, etc. If you like Greek mythology and the bat family maybe you would get to be a little bit fond of her as much as I am!

Anyway! Thank you for reading!