#it crashed the titanic 5 times

[dransnake]

Shout out to my Roblox avatar for being a silly little guy who doesn't know how to drive

Its name is Creature and it uses it/its pronouns and femme titles like ma'am

[moluvies]

time ꔛ armin arlert x f!reader

a/n: first time writing straight smut i fear and it's also not proofread😿🙏‼️

words: 4.6k

cw: reader with fem anatomy, soldier!reader, friends to lovers, takes place a bit before s4, SMUT!!, pinv sex, fingering, confessions, MDNI !

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"Hey, you're doing fine. Seriously," Armin said, hoping to calm your nerves as you practiced aiming at the cans off in the distance.

"I'm missing everything," you sighed in frustration, placing the end of the rifle on the ground in front of you. "How is it possible I even graduated from the 104th when I can't even aim?"

"You saw Connie yesterday, right?" Armin pointed out with a small smile.

"Yeah, but he eventually gets the hang of everything." You felt utterly defeated. For the past 3 days you were practicing with guns, the anti-Marleyan refugees supplying them and Commander Hange encouraging you all to find the time to practice with them. After all, now the battle wasn’t simply exclusive to fighting titans.

Armin had been sitting with you at the unofficial shooting range for nearly an hour now, and you've successfully knocked a whopping 5 cans so far.

You go on to miss another, causing you to sigh again dramatically. Armin stands, chuckling more to himself as he steps closer to you. "You're overthinking it," he states simply. You ignore him, shutting one eye as you aim. Armin covers his ears before you pull the trigger, grazing the next can with the bullet but not fully penetrating it.

At that point, you couldn't even sigh. It was getting ridiculous and quite frankly super annoying. Titans, whatever. They were big - a big, open target that was pretty much impossible to miss. Cans were another thing entirely, and you couldn't imagine being in a scenario where you were obligated to shoot at a moving, living being.

Armin takes one look at your pouting face and grins, trying to hold back a laugh in order to not make you feel worse than you already were. "Just relax," he says gently, reaching out and adjusting the posture of your shoulders before pulling away. "Don't squeeze the trigger too hard, either," he adds, covering his ears in preparation for your next shot.

You take a deep breath in, trying to relax your mind and body, before you pull the trigger. And what do you know? You still missed.

It took everything in you to not crash onto the ground and throw a tantrum, but your reputation would be in shambles if Armin saw. Not that he'd tell anyone, but it still took a lot of strength to hold yourself together and not completely crash out.

"It's okay," he laughs, taking the rifle from your hands. "Just give it time."

"What if I don't have enough time?" You ask, taking a few strides to the table to pick up a canteen of water.

He hadn't thought about it lately, but it all was dawning on him that time was very limited now. It could happen in an instant that something could change for the worst. With the knowledge of Marley and the impending war between the nation and your little island, it was tough to stay laid-back or even think of time as something unlimited. As a child, it was so easy to imagine time as something that never ran out. Here in the current situation, though, that wasn't really an option.

"I get what you mean," Armin finally replied, the silence thick between you two.

It seemed you both thought of things you haven't done yet, seen yet, or even said yet. And that feeling was nauseating, causing your own heart to swell and your mind swim with the thoughts of things you'd do if you had all the time in the world.

But you didn't. And that realization was panic-inducing, to say the least.

"Dinner's ready! Unless you two plan on starving out here!" The voice of Jean provided a momentary distraction, allowing you both to move on from that conversation.

You wait for Armin to start moving towards the mess hall first, then you fall into a stride beside him. "Well, if time's running out I better start hitting those stupid cans," you joke, making Armin let out a laugh.

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The evening went on relatively normally after that. You sat with your usual friends at dinner and hung out near the training grounds for a bit before you all eventually decided to call it a night one by one.

You sat in your room at the barracks alone, your rank granting you a separate bedroom (which was just implemented largely due to all the new buildings seeming to sprout up all over Paradis). The setup was similar to a dorm, with a small cubic room to sleep in but shared bathrooms and shower spaces. It was nice and definitely an improvement to being forced to listen to Sasha's snoring every night.

A soft knock on the door made you perk your head up from the book you were reading. You stood up and walked over, only to be greeted by Armin standing on the other side.

"Hey," you said with a smile, "can't sleep?"

Armin, a grin instantly tugging at his lips at the sight of you in your pajamas, nodded in response. "Yeah. I have been staying up pretty late, though, recently," he added the last part almost shyly, as if to justify being up at the late hour.

You step out of the way after opening your door wider, allowing Armin to take a few strides inside. Your dorm was equipped with all the things a soldier might need to pass the time. A bookshelf next to your small bed and a desk in the corner with papers scattered along the surface. A dim lantern gave the room a warm glow and a cozy feeling, along with the dainty curtains that covered the window that were thin and soft but nice for the warming weather.

"I was just reading," you say, shutting the door. "Sometimes I miss the training days where all of us girls would stay up late talking, but also I could go without a lot of things from then."

Armin laughed, taking a seat on your bed and eyeing the book you were reading previously. "You're telling me. The boys' barracks were always full of surprises, often not good ones," he replied.

You dropped next to him, letting the silence begin to stretch and envelope around you two before Armin cleared his throat.

"Listen," he started, head turning toward you but eyes not meeting yours as if he was nervous. "I was thinking a lot about our conversation earlier," he admitted. "About... time. And it kind of scared me a bit, if I'm being honest."

You nodded, understanding what he was talking about. "I know, me too," you replied. "Who knows what'll even happen tomorrow, let alone years into the future? It's scary."

"Yeah," he agreed. "It got me thinking about things I put off doing because I assumed I'd have the opportunity to do them later. I always assumed these were things I would always have time for, but that's just not the case. With the lives we live, as Eldians and as soldiers, it's tough to say if we'll have time for anything."

The words hung in the air between you, carrying the weight of a truth both of you had been avoiding. You nodded slowly, understanding exactly what Armin meant.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is..." he hesitated, his voice faltering slightly like he was holding back. He paused, taking a deep breath as he finally turned to meet your gaze. His blue eyes, usually so calm and kind, were now swimming with a mix of fear and determination. "I'm done wasting time."

You blinked, momentarily stunned by the look in his eyes. "What do you mean?" You asked, eyes never leaving his.

"You know what I mean," he said, his voice a bit rough with nervousness and something else.

Your heart fluttered when the meaning of his words started to sink in. The vulnerability in his expression, the way his voice trembled ever so slightly, the way his fingers curled into fists on his knees as if trying to muster up courage—it was all so... Armin. And it made your heart ache.

"Armin, I..." you started, unable to really find the words to reply with anything else. Especially when he began to shift closer.

With a whisper of your name, his hands gently cupped your cheeks as he slightly leaned in as you felt yourself do the same. Before you could say anything else, his lips were on yours.

The kiss started soft, almost cautious, like he wasn’t entirely sure if this was okay. But the moment you responded, your hand slipping to the back of his neck to pull him closer, all hesitation melted away. It was like something inside him snapped, and suddenly the kiss was anything but cautious.

Armin kissed you like he had been waiting for this moment forever, like he was terrified it might be the only chance he’d ever get. One of his hands moved to hold you at the waist, his lips moving against yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

Your heart was pounding so loudly you were certain he could feel it. There was nothing gentle about the way he kissed you now, nothing reserved. It was desperate, heated, and filled with all the emotions he had been holding back for so long.

When his tongue slowly traced at your lips you were unable to decline, your mouth parting as it gently slipped inside to meet yours. Armin let out a soft sigh at the feeling of your tongue and lips, his grip on your waist tightening just a bit. Your fingers tangled into his blonde hair as you kissed.

Armin’s hands slid down from your waist, his fingers brushing over the soft fabric of your sleep shirt—thin, worn, and barely concealing the warmth of your skin beneath. His touch was teasing, exploratory, as if he was mapping every curve, every breath you took. His lips never left yours, though the kiss had slowed into something deeper, more deliberate, his tongue tracing lazy patterns against yours.

When his fingers grazed the hem of your shirt, he pulled back just enough to murmur against your lips, his voice rough with want but still laced with that careful consideration. "May I...?"

You nodded, breathless, and he didn’t hesitate any longer. His hands slid under the fabric, palms skimming up your sides, his thumbs brushing just beneath the swell of your breasts. He exhaled sharply through his nose, a quiet laugh escaping him as his fingers traced higher.

"No bra?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing, though his cheeks were flushed. "I mean... I get it. Comfort first." His thumbs circled your nipples, already stiffening under his touch, and he smirked. "But damn, is it convenient."

You huffed a laugh, but it dissolved into a gasp as his fingers pinched lightly, rolling the sensitive peaks between them. "Armin—"

"You okay?" he asked, though his hands didn’t stop, his touch alternating between soft caresses and firmer pressure, testing what made you shiver.

You nodded, biting your lip as his mouth left yours to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your throat. His teeth grazed your pulse point, and you arched into him instinctively, your fingers tightening in his hair.

"Good," he breathed against your skin, his hands sliding fully up to cup your breasts, kneading them with a slow, deliberate rhythm. His thumbs flicked over your nipples again, and he grinned when you whined. "I’ve thought about this. A lot. Way too much, if I'm honest. How you’d sound. How you’d feel."

His lips found the dip of your collarbone, sucking lightly before dragging his tongue over the spot, soothing the sting. One hand left your chest to trail lower, fingers dipping just beneath the waistband of your sleep pants. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

You shook your head, your hips shifting toward his touch. "Please don't."

Armin laughed, low and breathless, before his hands slid further down into your waistband, fingertips tracing the curve of your thighs. "Then let me—" His breath hitched as his fingers dipped lower, brushing against the heat between your legs—only to pause.

His eyes flicked back up to yours, wide with disbelief. "...No panties, either?"

You grinned sheepishly, shifting just enough to press yourself against his hand. "They're uncomfortable, too," you protested.

Armin groaned, dragging his fingers through your slick folds with a shudder. "Fuck, you’re killing me." His touch was featherlight at first, teasing circles around your clit before dipping lower, just barely pressing inside.

"Armin—please—" You whimpered, hips rocking against his hand.

He kissed you again, swallowing your moans as his fingers continued their exploration. "You feel so good," he breathed against your lips. "Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything. You know that?"

His words made your heart skip a beat. You instantly leaned forward, pressing your lips to his roughly as his fingers rubbed circles over your wet clit.

Armin’s breath hitched at your kiss, his fingers gliding effortlessly through your slick folds, each stroke teasing another desperate whimper from your lips. His thumb pressed firm circles against your clit while his middle finger teased at your entrance, dragging up and down in slow, torturous strokes before finally—finally—sinking inside.

"Fuck—" His voice was rough, his pupils blown wide with lust as he watched your face contort in pleasure, your thighs trembling around his hand. "You’re so tight…"

The first push of his finger was slow, deliberate, letting you adjust to the stretch before he curled it just right, rubbing against that sweet spot that made your back arch off the bed. His lips crashed back onto yours, swallowing your moans as he added a second finger, stretching you even further, his palm pressing firmly against your clit with every thrust.

His fingers worked you with relentless precision, curling and scissoring inside you, each movement sending sparks of white-hot pleasure up your spine. Your nails dug into his shoulders as your hips rocked against his hand, chasing your release with desperate, broken gasps.

His fingers curled inside you, dragging against your walls in slow, deliberate strokes, each one making your hips jerk against his hand. "Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me, (Y/N)... like you don’t want me to pull out."

You whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders as he added a third finger, stretching you just enough to make your breath stutter. His thumb circled your clit in tight, relentless motions, matching the rhythm of his thrusting fingers. The slick sounds of your arousal filled the room, obscenely loud in the quiet space between your ragged breaths.

"Come on," he urged, his voice thick with lust as he watched you unravel beneath him. "Let me feel it—let me feel you come on my fingers. Please."

And God, you couldn’t hold back any longer—not when he was touching you like this, not when he sounded so desperate for it. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your back arching yourself into him as you cried into his shoulder, your pussy clenching around his fingers in rhythmic pulses, soaking his hand with your release.

Armin didn’t stop—not even as you writhed beneath him, oversensitive and shaking. He kept fucking you through it, fingers still buried deep inside you, his thumb still working your clit until you were sobbing, your legs twitching with the aftershocks.

Only then did he finally slow, pressing a kiss to your parted lips as he pulled his fingers free—glistening with your arousal. He brought them to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick them clean with a low, satisfied groan, his cheeks flushed a deep red.

"Armin!" You scolded, embarrassment seeping in at the way he tasted you.

"I'm sorry, was it too much?" He asked softly, one hand placed gently along the curve of your hip, and his eyes full of consideration and care.

You shook your head, unable to resist anything about him when you saw just how much he cared for your comfort. Remembering him being here wasn't just about fucking, but because he was trying to tell you something without using words. Something you similarly felt, but were never brave enough to act on.

Your heart pounded wildly as Armin leaned down to press another tender kiss to your lips, his fingers brushing along your heated skin with a reverence that made your stomach flutter. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to taste you," he admitted softly, breath fanning against your mouth.

The words sent another rush of warmth between your thighs, but before you could respond, his hands were already moving—slowly beginning to unbutton his shirt. Your breath caught as he tossed it to the floor, revealing the lean, toned frame of a soldier who had long since shed the softness of his cadet days. His skin was marked with faint scars, the proof of battles fought and survived, but the way he looked at you—eyes dark with need, lips slightly parted—made him seem almost vulnerable in this moment.

His hands slid up your body, fingers tracing along your ribs before tugging at the waistband of your loose sleep pants. You lifted your hips, letting him peel them off slowly, his breath hitching as he revealed the bare, glistening heat between your thighs. "You're beautiful," he breathed, before he moved his hands to the waistband of his own pants.

Then, his pants slid down his legs, and your gaze dropped.

His cock stood fully erect, thick and flushed a deep red at the tip, veins running along the length of it. It wasn’t massive, but it was perfect—curved just slightly upwards, the head already glistening with precum as it twitched under your hungry stare.

You bit your lower lip, your fingers reached out, ghosting along the length of him—just once—before he caught your wrist, pressing a kiss to your palm before gently guiding you back onto the bed beneath him.

The weight of his body settling over yours sent a shiver down your spine, the warmth of his skin pressing against yours as he leaned down to capture your lips again. His hips rocked forward, the hard length of his cock dragging through your slick folds, spreading your arousal along his shaft in a slow, torturous glide.

He leaned in to kiss you slowly, savoring the taste of your lips, your skin, the way your body molded so perfectly under his. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, hands pushing your hair back and out of the way of your forehead.

"Mnh... and... you're so wet," Armin groaned, slowly sliding his erection through your dripping slit. His hand held onto his cock, guiding it as he rubbed the leaking head over your clit before pressing it down to drag it over your entrance. Up and down he teased you maddeningly with long sensual strokes, his shaft growing damp and slick from your juices.

Armin grunted as he continued to slide his cock back and forth between your glistening folds, teasing and stimulating your clit as well. "Oh, my God," Armin shuddered, his member throbbing almost painfully in his grip, the broad crown glistening proof of your arousal.

Armin couldn't stop thrusting his hips now, the tip of his cock fluttering just slightly as if trying to push past your entrance and dive deep into your tight heat. He fought the urge to simply drive forward and bury himself balls deep inside you. He wanted to do so badly to watch you come undone beneath him. But even so, he wanted to savor you. Savor the moment.

"Armin," you whimpered, thighs and hips trembling every time the tip nudged at your clit, feeling wetness still seep onto the flesh of his dick. "Stop teasing, please," you say, brows furrowed as he continued the torture.

"I'm sorry," he grinned sheepishly, his hips also twitching slightly. You knew he was having trouble holding back also, but if his goal was to just get you unbearbly wet, he was doing a pretty good job.

Your breathing grew heavier as Armin continued to torture you with the slow drag of his cock against your wet cunt, the swollen tip parting your folds to dip teasingly into your entrance before he retreated, the drag of his length through your slick an obscene sound in the quiet room. Each deliberate pass over your clit made you jolt and shudder beneath him, your thighs clenching around his hips as he stoked the desire building rapidly in your core to a fevered pitch.

With every pass, he pushed into you just a little bit deeper until the fat head of his cock finally caught on your entrance, stretching you open with tender slowness as he sank into your tight, gripping pussy inch by inch. Armin groaned at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, so hot and slick and gripping his length tightly.

"Fuck...you feel incredible," he rumbled, his breath coming in hard pants now as he finally bottomed out inside you, every thick centimeter of him buried to the hilt in your grasping heat.

"Armin," you whined, earning a small smile from him.

"I know, baby," he said softly, composure barely holding on.

Armin captured your lips in a sweet kiss as he started to move, rolling his hips with deliberate slowness, letting you feel every drag and pull as he fucked into you torturously slow. It was different from how he'd touched you with his fingers, deeper and harder, more purposeful as each thrust seemed focused on hitting precisely that perfect spot inside of you that made your toes curl and your back arch clean off the bed.

"Feel good?" He asks, looking down at your flushed face and the way sweat began to gather at your forehead, his hand still pushing your hair out of your face as he fucked you.

"Mhm," you reply, hips rolling on their own to meet every thrust of his hips, driving his cock deeper inside of you. "Harder, please, Armin," you requested with a whimper, eyes meeting his.

"I've got you," he responded, then shifted his weight to pull you closer, impossibly closer, his arms holding you against him tightly. "I've got you, baby," he repeated, this time his lips grazing softly against your ear.

Then, his pace increased, and you had nowhere to go as he fucked you while holding you in a tight hug. "Armin!" You cried out against his shoulder, the feeling of his thick cock plunging into your dripping pussy again and again, the drag of his cock against your walls overwhelming as he fucked into you with an fervor that stole your ability to think. Your thighs trembled around his pistoning hips as he breathed into your ear, sweat starting to bead along his forehead as he drove himself deeper, harder into your body with each roll of his hips, chasing your pleasure and his own with single-minded focus.

"God—fuck—I've wanted this for so long," he groaned, his grip tightening around you as if he was afraid you’d slip away. "Wanted you... for so fucking long."

His thrusts were brutal, each one driving his cock so deep inside you that you could feel his hips slamming against your clit with every snap of his pelvis. But despite the rough, almost punishing pace, his words were tender—sweet—like he was pouring out every hidden feeling he'd ever had for you in between the filthy, wet sounds of your bodies moving together.

"You don't even—ah—know how many times I thought about this," he panted, his teeth grazing your shoulder before soothing the sting with a gentle kiss. "How many times I imagined fucking you just like this—holding you so close to me."

You whimpered, overwhelmed by the force of his thrusts and the raw emotion in his voice. His cock was stretching you so perfectly, hitting that spot inside you with every deep plunge, making your vision blur with pleasure.

"You feel so good," Armin grunted, his voice thick with lust and something deeper—something like love. "So good," he whimpered.

His hips stuttered as he adjusted his angle, fucking up into you with sharp, punishing rolls of his hips that made your toes curl. One of his hands slid into your hair, gripping gently but firmly as he forced you to look at him—his kind blue eyes burning with need, brows furrowed, his lips parted in pleasure.

"Tell me you feel it too," he demanded, his voice rough but pleading. "Tell me you've wanted this—wanted me—just as much. Please."

You could barely form words, your mind clouded with pleasure, but you managed a breathless nod, your nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked you through another wave of mind-numbing ecstasy.

"Say it," he urged, his cock twitching inside you as he felt your walls clench around him. "Tell me—fuck—tell me you're mine. Please say you're mine."

"I'm yours," you gasped, arching into him as the coil in your stomach tightened unbearably. "Always yours—fuck!"

Your climax crashes over you like a tidal wave, your entire body tensing as you cry out his name—"Armin!"—your nails raking down his back as your pussy clenches around him in desperate, rhythmic pulses. The pleasure is overwhelming, white-hot and all-consuming, and you cling to him like he's the only thing keeping you grounded as waves of ecstasy shudder through you.

Armin groans, his thrusts growing erratic as he feels you clamp down around him, your slick walls milking his cock mercilessly. "Fuck—fuck—I can't—" His voice is ragged, his hips stuttering as he fights to hold on, but the way you’re gripping him is too much. With a final, shuddering groan, he pulls out just in time, his cock throbbing as thick ropes of cum stripe your stomach, hot and sticky against your skin.

For a moment, all you can hear is the sound of your own breathing, harsh and uneven, mixed with Armin's labored pants as he nearly collapses on top og you, his body trembling with exertion. His arm shakes as he holds himself up just enough to avoid crushing you, his forehead pressing against yours as you both come down from the high.

Slowly, gently, Armin shifts to prop himself up on one elbow, his free hand reaching for his discarded shirt nearby. He cleans you up with careful, reverent strokes, his touch achingly tender as he wipes away the mess he made.

"Sorry," he murmurs, though the way he smiles tells you he's not that sorry. "Got a little carried away."

You laugh breathlessly, your fingers threading through his sweat-damp hair as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips. "I’m not complaining."

Armin smiles against your mouth before pulling back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes warm with affection. "Good." He shifts to pull the covers over both of you, tucking you against his chest as his fingers trace lazy patterns along your spine. "You okay?"

You nod, giving Armin a sweet kiss first to his flushed cheek and then his lips.

"I meant everything. I really like you. Everything about you," he says into your hair after you pulled away, holding you close and praying you'd say the same.

"Me too," you reply, letting yourself relax in his embrace.

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner pt5

Danny groggily propped himself up as he heard the loud bang of his door being thrown open

"DANIEL VLADIMIR FENTON!"

Blinking a few times to get the sleep out of his eyes, Danny glared at Tucker, "Middle name? Really?" He hated it, so very much, hated that he thought it was cool when he was a kid, and hated it so much more after the portal incident, it wasn't enough for his parents to have Vlad be his godfather, Danny's middle name had to be that fruitloops as well.

Damn his parents for being such caring friends.

Tucker met Danny's glare as he crossed his arms in the doorway into Danny's room

He would cut an intimidating figure if Danny didn't know him, suit and tie perfectly pressed with a PDA held in one hand.

"I know you said that you got the Bats at the diner place thingy you are working at now last night, but did you have to call them out? Red Robin and Oracle have been trying to track you for the last 5 hours, I have had to summon Technus in the WE employee bathrooms! Thank God Mr Wayne included baby changing stations in each stall or I would have had to carve a sigil into the fucking wall! And I think *he* bricked the Batcomputor!" Tucker screeched as he paced the clear area of Danny's messy room

Scrubbing at his eyes, Danny sat up fully, more awake than he was a minute ago, "S-sorry? Didn't really think about them being sore bitches about it, I tagged them like once and set it online, they probably get hundreds of tags an hour. How was is supposed to know that they would read it?"

Tucker snarled, holding out his PDA for Danny to see "Not just Nightwing and Red Robin, half the God damn Young Justice team, The Titans are all over Nightwing, and all the rest of the bats are laughing their asses off! Look!"

<@Superboy_(the_hot_one)

[@not-that-red-robin.real wow Rob, if I knew u were broke I would have have asked Lexie to give u some cash]

<@Beep-Beep!_(official-Impluse)

[ @not-that-red-robin.real that's not very lit fam Gucci of u RR not very rizztastic and definitely isn't skibidi

@living-legend(Yes_that_wondergirl)

<@not-that-red-robin.real for fucking shame Red Themyscira has laws for bitches like you comere I am gonna cut off your thumbs.

Letting out a laugh, Danny was grinning as he scrolled through to Nightwings part.

<@theonetrueblueborg

[@.realwing: it's giving "my daddys rich and will take the bill" wing]

<@veggiemonster

[@.realwing: bro

:BRO

:Broooooooooooo]

<@Goth (Taylor's version)

[@.realwing: shame.]

Danny was full on laughing now, ad from what he could see through tears, so was Tucker, standing up with a weaze, "O-oh my Ancients....ugh t-that is just great"

Letting out a few more chuckles, Danny handded the PDA over to his friend, "I am sorry about getting the Bats aware of me, but I am not sorry for calling them toxic thinks."

Tucker sighed, running his forehead but still had a smile on his face, "You do know #NightwingsAssIsCancelled is trending right now?"

Danny couldn't hold back the cackle that shot through him at that.

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Tim held his head in his hands, above him was his laptop, cycling through rebooting and then crashing, it had been five minutes so far, and if the last cycle had told him anything it would be up to that for another five minutes.

Groaning, Tim dragged himself up, he hadn't slept much last night, spending most of it trying (and failing) to get any information on the employee of Big C's, Danny nolastname he could find.

That was part of the problem, anytime he got even a smidgen close, it was like someone bitchsmacked him away. Even Babs was having trouble, she got a single thing before getting locked out of her own systems with baby shark playing on loop through her speakers.

He didn't know what to feel, humiliated that he was being actively cock blocked for information or excited since this is the first time in a while something was so difficult! The bear fact that he was being blocked so hard meant that there was something to block with this kid!

Stumbling down to the dining room, Tim didnt spare the table of his family a glance until he had gotten the pre-made cup of coffee from Alfred, letting the bitter drink wake him fully.

Finally turning to the family at large, he saw Bruce doing his best impression of a stone statue (Normal Damian was openingly glaring at him (slightly less normal), Dick was face down in a bowl of cereal (vaugly normal) and Cass was giggling while putting clips and sparkling things into Dicks hair (okay back to normal again)

Sitting in his spot across from Damian, Tim sighed, which seemed to be enough for Damian to go off on him.

"Are we paupers Drake? Has the CEO position at WE pay so little? And what of your own company? I was unaware that Drake Industries has fallen on such hard times!" Damians words rolled out like a lazy river, smooth and uncaringly cold.

"Oh my God, I am already planning on going back tonight and settling the fucking tab Dami, lay off it." Getting the expected "language" statement from both Bruce and Alfred, Tim drained his coffee cup, not so slamming it down but close to it before Damian could respond.

Eyes shooting to Bruce he huffed, "Meeting. Vlad Masters. One ish hours away."

Bruce's eyes shot to Alfred who only raised a brow at the two and Bruce stiffened "We can speak later in my Study Tim, eat something other than coffee and we can go do that." Getting a nod from Alfred, Bruce seemed to deflate with a sigh.

Grumbling, Tim picked at the plate of food Alfred placed in front of him, before forcing himself to eat, he would need energy more than coffee.

After managing to finish half his plate, Tim stood, "Come on, I need yo clue you in to somethings I was researching last night B..."

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Bruce stayed silent as he sat down in his office, a tablet on his lap as he went through the test results once again.

"...are you saying me and Dick had Lazarus water laden food last night?" Tim said with frigid calmness

Biting back the urge to clam up and try and keep his son from worrying, Bruce nodded, "Trace amounts yes, I am unsure of its origins, the samples I was able to pull were much more pure than we are used to. How are you feeling?"

He watched as Tim held his face in his hands, massaging his temples before speaking, "Fine really? A little tired, appetite isn't there but that's normal...been feeling a strange sensation in my side but that is just likely phantom pain."

Noting everything down, Bruce nodded slowly, "Dick mentioned that he was still full feeling after a night's sleep and that some old wounds were feeling strange, I can only assume you are feeling your splenectomy scar?"

Sighing at Tim's agreement, Bruce noted a few more things down, making holding the last line to ask Damian if he had any knowledge on eating food effected by the pits, and another one not to tell Jason about this all in case it triggers something in him

"Putting that aside, B, what about Masters? Vladco makes medical stuff right? Shady business practices?" Bruce gave a grunt, switching the tabs on his pad to show him thr information on Vladimir Masters.

"Age 48, male, standing 6'1, weighs about 180, doctorate in theoretical quantum mechanics, had a lab incident preparing for a theise that left him hospitalized for some time, after he recovered and graduated is when his suspected criminal activities began, since then he has had several business owners simply sign their lively hoods to him...I suspect he is Meta with some sort of mind control abilities, the lab accident would make sense in awakening his Mets gene."

Bruce spoke as he handed the tablet over to Tim, "He sponsors several scientists with various types of study, two that stick out are Doctors Fenton and CADMUS."

Tim pulled a face as he followed along through the tabs of research "CADMUS? Really? So we are looking at some Midwestern millionaire that is totally not a supervillian in the making...what's up with the Fentons?" Handing the tablet back Tim flopped down into the chair opposite to Bruce.

"I am trying to figure that out, so far I know they went to school with Masters, and were there with him during the lab accident, the continual funding Masters is giving them makes me suspect they are just as involved in what ever Masters is to to..." Bruce was going to continue when there was a knock on the study door, and Alfred poked his head in.

"If you wish to be on time to your meeting, I would suggest Master Timothy get dressed now so you both might be in the car while I drive it to Wanye Towers."

Bruce frowned, but nodded, giving time a small smirk as the teen begins to realize he is just in a winkled t shirt that Bruce was 95% sure was Conners, and a pair of shorts that Bruce was very sure were Barts.

[ashoss]

a brief explanation and probably incomplete timeline of the batgirls bc i’ve seen a lot of people flip flop between their (mostly cass and stephs) names (i got a bit sidetracked with this.. whoops)

bette/betty kane: bat-girl, flamebird, hawkfire

the silver age batgirl. she was introduced along side kathy kane’s batwoman. these two would become kate and bette, the modern batwoman and flamebird/hawkfire

sometimes her run is mentioned, sometimes not, other times it’s a passing joke

young justice 1998 #21

she becomes flamebird and joins teen titans (titans west) for a bit. she sticks around as flamebird until kate kane's batwoman run (batwoman 2011)

kate trains her as plebe

batwoman (2011) #1

and then she becomes hawkfire under the DEO

batwoman (2011) #16, #17

i think dc forgot abt her lowkey

barbara gordon: batgirl, oracle

probably the batgirl you think of when you hear batgirl. she took bette’s place in 1967 and is still somehow stuck in the roll.

secret origins 1986 #20

she gets shot in the killing joke (1988), paralyzing her and leading her to become oracle.

batman chronicles #5

she goes back to batgirl around the n52, along with her own solo (batgirl 2011) and being sometimes batgirl sometimes oracle in batgirls 2022 which seems to be the grey area she’s still stuck in. (with her being batgirl in some of the modern nightwing stuff, but sometimes filling the oracle roll in dc and batman)

helena bertinelli: huntress, batgirl/the bat

she names herself batgirl (or more realistically The bat) during no mans land while bruce was gone. gotham needed a bat.

batman: shadow of the bat #83

however bruce does come back eventually. and lets her stick around but still doesnt fully trust her.

detective comics #732

barbara was actually unaware of it at first and has a very reasonable crash out bc ok bruce

batman: legends of the dark knight #120

she didn’t last long as batgirl, he takes her suit and gives it to cassandra in the same issue.

cassandra cain: batgirl, black bat, orphan, kasumi

takes over after helena and sticks around as batgirl until 2009

batman: legends of the dark knight #120

she mostly stays as batgirl during her run, except for a small run she had undercover in justice league: elite as an assassin named Kasumi. it falls right before war games in the timeline. during the bruce is dead era cass gives her suit to stephanie and she becomes batgirl. (same suit passed down from helena to cass to steph lmao. poor steph.)

batgirl 2009 #1

its in this era where the whole “cass in hong kong” bit starts up. shes there for a good chunk of the batgirl/red robin 2009 era.

red robin #17

at first she's there unnamed, and then taking on the black bat name during batman incorporated before she shows up again in red robin with that name.

batman incorporated #6

she doesnt stay black bat for too long, taking up the name orphan in batman and robin eternal (taking the name from david. for some reason).

batman and robin eternal #26

she was orphan for the rebirth era until she takes up the batgirl mantle again for batgirls 22 along with stephanie and barbara.

stephanie brown: spoiler, robin, batgirl

famously takes up the name spoiler to spoil her fathers crimes

detective comics #647

she stays as spoiler until around 2004 when war drums/war games happen and she takes up the robin mantle after tim retires.

robin 1993 #126

war games happens, she dies, comes back, and its revealed she didnt actually die!! leslie thompkins actually helped fake her death and she was in africa for a bit,,, but she is back to being spoiler after being fired and almost killed!

her relationship with the rest of the batfam is mostly strained during this time; tim, barbara and dick constantly telling her to get out of the line of duty however cass still entrusts her with her batgirl suit and the title. (batgirl 2009 #1)

batgirl 2009 #4

it would take her 4 issues to get her own suit tho. babs was very unsure of working with stephanie again esp with how she had died/almost died last time.

she stays batgirl until the n52, and then is back to spoiler during rebirth.

she stays as spoiler until joker war where both she and cass take the batgirl name again (batgirls 2022)

honourable mentions:

charlie gage radcliffe

birds of prey 1999 #99

a meta who called herself batgirl because "gotham needs a batgirl". she knows the identity of the birds of prey, calling them all by their first name. babs tries to keep her from being a vigilante by showing her images from stephanie's death in war games to which she listens. saying that she'll at least drop the batgirl mantle. so.

tiffany fox

batgirl: futures end

part of a ... league of batgirls? with stephanie and cassandra? while... babs is dosed with? bane venom>???? and becomes bête noire (the black beast).... ok. tbh tiffany as batgirl is the only good thing abt this comic

harley quinn

harley quinn 2000 #10

theres some contract on harley and ignoring the easier way of her just skipping town, she becomes batgirl!

if you ignore weird comments she makes towards tim its a pretty fun comic with some good interactions between tim, cass, dick and babs. esp since its with a cass pretty early in her batgirl run. its only issues 10 and 11 :P

anyway hope yall enjoyed :3

[jjwolves]

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • · Punishment for the Moon · • —– ٠

A *biiiig* thank you to @namosaga for commissioning this piece! I hope it lives up to expectations, honk honk.

What: 6 ENA the Worker X Werecat Reader Headcanons

Who: ENA the Worker from ENA Dream BBQ (by Joel G)

How Much: ~1500 Words, ~5 Mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G, Divider -> @saradika-graphics

Warnings: None

ENA took a liking to you almost immediately. Many entities in her world were fluid in shape, but few held a similar motif of duality within their being as concentrated as she did. In her eyes, you were just like her. And on top of that, you wanted to… be with her! She didn’t know how to quantify nor explain how enlightening such a bond was to her, so she simply expressed it in the only way she knew how. “I think that our shared assets have a similar trend, and they multiply in value every single day, so… It’d be the financially wise decision for you to see me every day, right?” Salesperson donned a gentle smile and tilted her cap over her eyes, gently dancing in place from side to side. You agreed, of course; ENA was something just as special to you. She knew what she was like, and in knowing herself understood you deeply without needing to say a word. Never a fright nor judgemental stare was elicited by your admittedly fearsome form. Meanie put it best. “Why should I be scared of a furry mountain like you?! You’re nothing but fuzz-origami!” Her words were harsh, but she stood on her tippy-toes so that her clawed hand could gently scritch your ears. Something in the back of your mind told you understood what she was saying. It was probably true. Something else told you that she wasn’t insulting you. That one was unsure; her tone made it hard to tell.

ENA picks up on a lot of similarities between you two, and tries to “capitalize on the trend,” as she so corporate-speaks it. Practically speaking, it’s like a bonding exercise where she tries to copy your metamorphoses. When you shift into your werecat form, bulking up and going wild, pointed ears flicking out, she tries to mimic your transformation and unleash Meanie, striking a pose and brandishing her clawed hand, cackling madly. “Now we’re getting incendiary! GUNS BLAZING!” When people look at you two in alarm, you frantically try to wave your paws to assure them that you are not going to go on a rampage, despite ENA’s enthusiasm. When you shift back to your humanoid form, ENA pockets Meanie and slips into Salesperson, cunning grin spread across her face and conspiracies already noted down in her daytime planner. “What an effective weight loss technique! I suppose finesse is the name of the game today?”

Your cubist girlfriend has, quite sadly, never had a real friend who simply enjoyed her company, let alone loved her. Most of her relationships were one of proximity to speaking coffee machines and “hey, I have a job for you”. Her greatest trade offer of all was thus: in exchange for your love, she loved you back. Hard. Starting out, though, she has trouble knowing what to do with herself and how to navigate the testy waters of a new relationship with you. While ENA didn’t mean to, she started out treating you a little bit like a tool to help her get to where she needed to be. She’d lead you to an obstacle and clap her hands with practiced enthusiasm, usually something you could demolish which impeded her progress. “Say, partner, how about a deal? Could you become a titan of industry for me and crash the market? Go big or go home? Feline up to it?” ENA’s success made her happy, which made you happy, so you gladly monstered out and destroyed whatever wall or barricade or incredibly rude rainrock golem stood in her way.

Over time, ENA learns to slow down and be more intimate with you. While she usually loves zipping all over the place with productivity spring-loaded into every step, ENA learns that she actually really enjoys taking it easy with you and napping together. She busies herself frequently with missions, but it’s not uncommon at all for her to make a stop at wherever you’re at and insist that you take a rest with her. You’re more than happy to sleep next to the one you love (two amazing things in one activity), but you like to put up some playful resistance to see how she reacts. Meanie always tags in to take the bait. “Listen up, bud. I’m here for my regularly-scheduled mind maintenance! I marked it on your calendar three times already, not to mention my stupid planner!” She rips open her planner and flips the pages angrily in your face. Coupons with your face doodled on them fall out and she frantically recollects them. “Ignore those!” Eventually you drop the act and agree to snuggle. ENA’s crimson side likes to lay next to you and position her arm as a pillow for you—it’s sort of a weird side-hug. Her pale side drapes herself over you, turning you into the pillow. Sometimes ENA likes to snuggle you in your humanoid form because she can hug all of you at once, but other times she not-so-subtly hints that she wants you to be the big cat for a while. She says things like, “Paws ON the merchandise!” (Who can blame her? You’re big and soft.) She doesn’t know the word ‘werecat’ nor ‘therianthrope’, though, so she once prompted you with this bit of gold: “Can you be the mascot for me?” And just like that your pride was shattered. Not that there’s much left to salvage when a simple touch from her is all it takes to earn a rumbling purr from you.

You like to be around her, not just to hang out with her, but to protect her as well. It’s a dangerous world out there, and even if ENA is faced with something that even a lumbering werecat can’t stop, you feel a bit better knowing that it’s at least an option that she can fall back on. ENA appreciates it but is pretty blunt with how she feels about this. “Your application is noted and appreciated, but I have a lot of job experience. You have made a very safe investment. Besides… YOU HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN ME WITH A HANDFAN YET! DO I LOOK WEAK TO YOU?! EVERY MOOK IS A TOUGH CUSTOMER UNTIL THEY’RE… ahem. Until they’re liquidated.” She sings that last part like it’s a corporate jingle. You end up insisting on coming along with her on adventures anyways. It’s not just physical danger you ought to protect her from—there’s emotional danger out there, as well. And ENA’s pride won’t allow her to admit it a lot of the time, but it helps her a great deal to have you near. Once, ENA had to deliver a samurai’s suitcase to a shady casino owner in order to negotiate with him. She was confident in her deal-making technique and social poise. You didn’t want to her to be despirited, but the truth of the matter is that ENA isn’t a perfect salesman; in fact, on some days she’s more like a loon whose speech is decorated with suit-ties and shoe-polish shine. And you love your loon. You need your loon. But you’re not sure that your low-poly sweetheart can handle an actual diplomatic meeting. So, you stand by to… assist. “Let’s identify your cold spots and construct a graph. Every angle confirms my conspiracy theory: This suitcase is a lucrative asset for you to invest in.” The casino boss looks disinterested (or, as disinterested as a hieroglyph of a jellyfish can look). When ENA is too busy gesturing wildly to her captive audience, you shift into your much more intimidating form and lean forward to properly menace. The casino boss sweats a little and ENA turns back to you, huffing from an intense and passionate sales pitch. You’re already back to your human form, waving inconspicuously to her. The jellyfish guy took the deal and ENA stood triumphant, jumping up and kissing you and buzzing with victory. “What happened tonight will revolutionize the lottery sector! Oh thank you, thank you!” Did she know what you did? She never said anything if so.

There are times when your instincts kick in and you take off after a particularly annoying character. You can’t help it, and ENA knows that. Now, ENA herself is not a very violent person (at least not anymore), but she definitely won’t try to reign you in if you’re dealing with a real hardhead. She runs after you when you tear off after the source of irritation but doesn’t lift a finger to help your quarry. “Where the revenue goes, one must follow!” she shouts at you as they run away. Her hat is blown off her head in the chaos. She really doesn’t mind this behavior from you; in fact, she likes it. ENA has a soft spot for your wild strength and finds it attractive, especially when you're standing up for her. (Imagine that, someone big standing up for her!) “You really suited up for battle… All for me,” she says, giving you a kiss. “How about next time, you let me be the auditor?” Later on, when you’re being harassed by a stick figure nobleman, Meanie jumps out of the bushes and screeches through her megaphone at them, an admittedly startling event. They run for the hills. “I am a beast of burden, and my taxes are never fully filed.” She smugly adjusts her cap. You pick up the crown and wear it, your spoils of victory. ENA flashes a crimson smile. "You look like promotion material!"

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know

The Doctor has been known to keep a teddy bear in his pocket.

The Master's first TARDIS (Lolita) is the Doctor's TARDIS's twin.

The Eighth Doctor once had sex with a sentient planet.

Machiavelli, Richelieu, and Robespierre were all just different aliases for the immortal Hades.

The iceberg that the Titanic crashed into was actually the Monk's TARDIS.

Also on board at the time were several incarnations of the Doctor, the Decayed Master, Jack Harkness, John Hart, Ace McShane, and Bernice Summerfield.

The First, Fourth, and Fifth Doctors were all in London around when the Great Fire started in 1666.

The Eighth Doctor was briefly engaged to Queen Edith but ran away before the wedding.

Consecrated planets, moons, and asteroids cannot be mined under Galactic Law.

The Doctor used to make up imaginary enemies to play fight when they were a small, lonely child. One of these enemies was called Mandrake.

The Sixth Doctor once went back in time with Peri to kill a baby who would become an evil dictator but could not go through with it.

After Nyssa tried to fix the chameleon circuit, the TARDIS took the shape of a whale.

Tegan Jovanka is the Earth Ambassador to Gallifrey.

The First Doctor participated in a riot and became wanted by the CIA two days before running away from Gallifrey (although some sources dispute this).

While the Ninth Doctor witnessed Kennedy's assassination, the First Doctor witnessed McKinley's.

The First Doctor has been repeatedly eaten and regurgitated by a whale before.

Marilyn Monroe married both the Eleventh Doctor and King Henry VIII, who fathered Elizabeth I, who married the Tenth Doctor, and he had also been married to Amy Pond, who was also the Doctor’s mother-in-law through River Song. Talk about a confusing family tree!

The First Doctor fed a snapping wart fowl to Valyes's summer project, and Valyes has had a grudge ever since.

The Eighth Doctor once demanded to die naked upon being sentenced to execution.

All righty, folks. I'm very tired! Good night. I may add more later.

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74

[monstersdownthepath]

Monster Spotlight: Megaprimatus

CR 8

Neutral Gargantuan Animal

Bestiary 5, pg. 31

A simple one this week, but one nonetheless likely to terrify some players that glossed by the second line up there and thus did not realize it said Gargantuan. Yes, this isn't just a gorilla, it's a gorilla one size category below King Kong himself, growing anywhere from 20 to 30ft tall with an appetite to match. A Megaprimatus isn't satisfied with a single banana or a snatched bird, it's biting the tops off entire fruit trees and hunting down other megafauna! The book states that Megaprimatus are viciously territorial against predatory beasts of similar size, bellowing thundering threat displays that can be heard for miles as they drive off anything that could potentially endanger their own food supplies. Whatever doesn't flee is fought to the death, as the great apes are stated to enjoy combat, even to their own detriment.

Humans don't normally have to worry about this, though. The giant gorillas literally don't bother with smaller creatures, so assured in their strength and size that they rarely even register humans as existing, let alone as a threat, something the book outright states often causes their downfall. However, some civilizations sharing territory with a Megaprimatus (or even a mated couple!) grow to revere the apes as destructive protectors, as the titans drive off more dangerous and human-hungry predators in exchange for a cut of the local harvests. Without a Druid or similar aiding in communions with the creature, though, this symbiosis can be extremely unpredictable, as a Megaprimatus is as easily set off as a normal gorilla, and if it perceives any threat from its hosts (or a threat among them), there's literally nothing that can be done to stop it.

The most dramatic ability these gorillas possess is Crash Through, an ability that allows them to ignore all forms of nonmagical difficult terrain simply by moving aside or trampling over any undergrowth, rubble, and small trees that may get in their way. Megaprimatus can also move through the spaces of any Medium or smaller creature and allies of any size without any difficulty, with that clause about 'allies' very relevant, as these apes often come with a mated partner, the only other apex predator they'll willingly share territory with. Crash Through also allows the apes to make an Overrun attempt against any Gargantuan or smaller creature as a swift action without provoking an attack of opportunity, and with a +20 to their CMB, it's likely that most creatures attempting to fight a Megaprimatus are going to be doing so while constantly prone. You really don't want to be prone around these apes, or ANY apes for that matter, but a 20ft space and 20ft reach combined with Combat Reflexes means a ceaseless beating for anything and everything trying to stand back up!

As one may expect, these gorillas attack with two slams and a bite. Standard as standard can be, with the slams doing 1d8+9 and the bite doing 2d6+9 damage. That being said, there's more too it, as they also possess a trio of potent, complimentary abilities that we'll go through one at a time, beginning with their Rend. Any creature struck by both slam attacks in one round is torn further by the force of the titan's blows, taking an additional 1d8+13 damage... which then activates its worryingly-named Mangling Rend, an ability that perfectly reflects what it's like to be grabbed and manhandled by an 8 ton animal. Any creature afflicted by Mangling Rend takes 1d6 bleed damage AND halves all their movement speeds for 1 minute, but if that creature has shown off a powerful set of jaws or claws of its own, the Megaprimatus instead can use the ability to mangle that creature's attacking limb! A mangled natural attack has a -4 penalty to attack rolls and deals half damage for one full minute as well, with no option to undo the damage even with Regeneration.

There's no limit to the number of times the gorilla can use its Mangling Rend against the same creature and no saving throw one can make to avoid it, allowing the beast to quickly disable other, potentially higher-CR creatures by cutting otherwise formidable damage in half, giving it some sorely-needed defensive tech against the beasts it hunts. The apes have no DR, resistances, or immunities of any sort, relying wholly on their 21 AC and +13/+9/+6 saving throws to protect themselves, which leaves them vulnerable to many of the tricks of other beasts of the jungles, forests, and mountains they call home.

With the entirety of its defenses covered, we can continue with its offense! And it's got an additional doozy of a piece of hidden tech that's very easily overlooked: Snatch. The Snatch feat gives the Grab ability to each of the ape's--wait, hold on, let me look at this closer, because while I was writing this I just... Yes, oh that's really unfortunate. You see, Snatch adds Grab to the user's bite and claw attacks, and the Megaprimatus specifically has slam attacks, meaning the feat only works with the bite which... doesn't seem intended. So, I'm going to pretend it DOES work as Paizo likely intended! So let's reverse the clock on this paragrThe Snatch feat gives the Grab ability to each of the ape's attacks, allowing it to use that formidable +20 CMB to yank smaller creatures straight off their feet.

Any creature snatched up takes automatic bite or claw slam damage (based on the limb doing the grapple) so long as they're three or more sizes smaller than the grappling creature, and Gargantuan happens to be exactly three sizes larger than Medium, so anyone clenched in the ape's fist or jaws takes 2d6+9/1d8+9 damage (respective) before the thing even starts attacking them! But that's not all, because Snatch allows the grappler to hurl their grabbed target as a standard action or simply drop them as a free action, adding falling damage to the equation and leaving the victim prone where they land which, as previously mentioned, earns more gorilla fists (possibly into another Grab) if one tries standing up in the thing's massive threat radius. There's no size limit on the throw and no saving throw to avoid it, allowing the Megaprimatus to hurl equally-sized or even larger enemies up to 1d6x10ft away!

Hell, with a 30ft climb speed, a Megaprimatus can Grab a smaller creature, climb 15ft up a nearby giant tree or mountain side, and hurl them in whatever direction they please next round! Could you imagine being a traveler or hunter during that? You're minding your own business cutting through the underbrush when the ground beneath your feet begins shaking, an earsplitting bellow cracks the air, and a terrible racket that sounds like a chorus of breaking trees and snapping bones overcomes everything... right before the corpse of some beast lands broken at your feet. Do you dare investigate whatever's responsible for turning this monster into a mangled pile of gore?

At the very least, if you keep your head down and your voice low, the great ape is unlikely to think of you as something worthy of being picked up and thrown. You may still get picked up, though, if only out of curiosity... and depending on its relationship with local settlements, carried off and deposited there, even if you're not from there!

You can read more about them here.

[identifying-planes-in-posts]

what is your least favorite plane

The Christmas Bullet

Dr. William Whitney Christmas[3] (1865–1960),[4] who had no experience in aircraft design or aeronautical work, claimed to have built an aircraft of his own design in 1908 that was lost in a crash.

[Designed later around 1918,] the single-seat "Christmas Bullet" featured an all-wood construction with a veneer-clad fuselage. Despite his claims to the contrary, neither design feature reduced aerodynamic drag nor was he among the first to use this method of construction

The design had a serious flaw in that it lacked any kind of struts or braces for the wings, with Christmas insisting that they should be flexible [...] Construction materials were scrounged from available wood and steel stock and were not "aircraft grade", which was also a concern to Burnelli.

On its maiden flight in January 1919, the wings of the "Bullet" peeled from the fuselage and the aircraft crashed,[2] killing the pilot, Cuthbert Mills.[5] [...] Despite the crash, Christmas placed an ad stating that the Christmas Bullet achieved a 197 mph top speed

The second aircraft [...] was also destroyed on its first flight, again with the loss of the test pilot, Lt. Allington Joyce Jolly.

Truly the Titan submersible of its time.

[veryace-ficrecs]

Young Justice Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Big girls don't cry by siren_of_the_ocean - Rated G

For Bart Allen, it's a random weekday in the middle of a random year. For Tim Drake, it's the day after his birthday and his whole world had just fallen apart.

Rest and Relaxation Post-Mission by Cherry_Sofa_729 - Rated T

After a mission that leaves everyone in safe condition but exhausted, all of Young Justice decides a little R & R is in order. Granted, when you’re young, together without any supervision, all dating each other, and a bunch of superheroes, a chill night in looks a little different

Dick needs to learn to stop listening when young justice starts talking by allmywritings - Rated T

Dick wished he could stop overhearing the things Young Justice said. At this point, he’d make a deal with the gods. Or://Dick keeps hearing the absolutely wild things that come out of Young Justice's mouths and then has to carry on with his day like there's nothing wrong.

Running in Place by d3ssie_r0se - Rated T

"Tim. How're his vitals?" She forced a calm into her voice. Like her, Tim was almost certainly itching to be out there looking as well. Still, it's not like either of them stood a chance. Cassie maybe, if he wasn't trying. Tim? At the end of the day, Tim was human. "Heartrate and BP through the roof. I can't tell if he's running low blood glucose yet. Both flashes have done this for days without crashing but... It was rough after." Cassie fought to keep her breathing steady. It was awful feeling helpless like this. Conner threw his bottle of water to the ground, "Okay. I'll give it another go." Then he was gone. Again. Cassie glanced to Tim. His usually cool blue eyes were betraying signs of stress as he clicked through various tabs on his laptop. They couldn't activate anything global without alerting the league and putting Bart in danger. Not to mention further stressing him out. -- most speedsters run off their problems when things get to much. where it gets dangerous is when they don't (or can't) stop.

Uh, Who?! by FloatingNebulas - Rated T

Everyone knows the four remaining members of Young Justice: Tim Drake, Bart Allen, Cassandra Sandsmark, and Kon-El. Everyone also knows that the four of them used to be part of a team named Young Justice in their early days, before joining the Teen Titans. However, very few people know what happened on that team. Very few people also know about the missing members of the team. Young Justice was not just those four. Young Justice was populated almost entirely by unknown names in case files and half-forgotten syllables. Or, five times someone learned about the forgotten members of Young Justice and had no idea who they were, and one time they met them.

it’s all fun and games ‘til Santa checks the naughty list by suzukiblu - Rated T

“Because we said we were gonna do it together, Bart,” Cassie says. “Which requires us all being here and contributing. Together. Tim is not here yet, therefore we are not all here and contributing, therefore we are going to wait.” “Tim is an atheist!” Bart says. “A Jewish atheist!” “Christmas decorations don’t, like, stop working if you don’t believe in them, man,” Kon says, then raises an eyebrow at him. “And aren’t you an atheist?” “That’s between me and the Speed Force,” Bart says, making a face at him. “But Tim is. And Cassie knows gods and doesn’t even pray to them, and you just keep anthropomorphizing your broken cloning tube!” “Poor ol’ Nanny McTubers, may she rest in peace,” Kon says wistfully, laying a hand over his heart before shrugging casually. “Or pieces.”

"Don't mess with my friends" by siren_of_the_ocean - Rated T

A phone call can bring many things. Good news, bad news, joy and terror. This particular phone call never should have happened. “Tim. Greta’s missing”

Those still here by Lilac_Demetrius - Rated T

After a week in space, Tim and his team return to earth only to find out that 5 years have passed since they left, and everyone thinks they're dead.

Bat in a Flash by siren_of_the_ocean - Rated T

When Tim is struck by lightning, his whole world changes. Everything moves just slightly slower now. Not because they are slow but because he is fast. Now he has to adapt and live, but with the help of Young Justice and the Flash team, he might actually make it through.

The Case of the Missing Kryptonite by Mouse_in_this_house - Rated G

The Kryptonite ring in the Batcave has gone missing. When such a dangerous weapon is in the wind, the Bats have to collaborate to track it down. Meanwhile, the former Young Justice team obliviously enjoys their piercing party.

Streamer by Day, Vigilante by Night by jupiterliketheplanet - Rated G

Ok, maybe Tim has a problem with working too much. But seriously Dinah, a hobby? or; Four friends accidentally get internet famous in an attempt to get Dinah off their back about having fun outside of work.

Tim Collects Last Names Like Infinity Stones by zetarogue - Rated G

“If we got married, you’d be Tim Allen.” Tim didn’t look up from his computer as he spoke. “Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t just add another hyphen.”

Put a ring on it by Miss_Choco_chips - Rated T

"You’re gonna freak out so badly over this when you actually wake up", she informed Tim’s fluffy hair. Said vigilante only released a cute little snore, face buried on her lap, legs thrown over Kon’s, one hand that had fallen from the couch resting on Bart’s head where he sat on the floor in front of them. "Well, they were going to find out one way or another. And this was probably among the best scenarios." "How? This was probably out of Tim’s ‘worst case’ nightmare list." "I was there and saw their faces. I didn’t even know Batman could express any emotion other than ‘cold’ and ‘overflowing with rage’. That image will bring me joy in future distressing times, I’m sure. My patronus memory, if you will."

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i know you arent a fan of n52 and rebirth era dc comics and i was wondering what would have wanted to see instead? im still pretty new to reading comics and i like your take on things.

oh man. oh mannnn now that's REALLY asking!!!! i could probably write a 2000 word essay in response to this question. WAHOO

okay, so the shortest form of it: it's genuinely hard to balance keeping a company afloat and having to worry about what sells, vs telling good stories when you're working with twenty to thirty years of comics as prerequisite reading sometimes. and i understand that as a principle, and that dc (and i mean. everyone) was worried about low sales numbers and the economy being not great etc etc. so i get that they wanted to do something big to mix things up and get people talking and get a lot of attention. however..........

if you haven't already read it, i'd totally recommend this article for a good breakdown of what a total shitshow n52 was and how little planning or foresight went into it whatsoever. like, you read this and you go good LORD no wonder it crashed and burned so hard they rebooted it again after just 5 years.

ANYWAYS. as for what i would have done instead...

well, it depends on how self-indulgent we're letting me be. if i could walk back geoff's lex retcon i would do that in a heartbeat, and simply confirm kon as just 100% A Clone Of Superman.

i would also love to play in the space of super comics post-new krypton more, specifically wrt kon and the steels. i would LOVE a run like superman: the man of steel set in this era, focusing a lot more on clark & the extended superfam; i'd also want searching for chris to become a real storyline - it could be a long, overarching superfam theme for a while, sending them all over the place following this or that lead on how to get chris out of the zone after mon-el finds him, etc. like, there's def things to be done with that.

in terms of my personal self-indulgence... i want to see kon & kara on a space adventure together. pleaaaaase. i want cousin bonding and i want shenanigans and i also want deeply emotional talks about new krypton and also about the fact that linda lang wears conner kent's old glasses. please. please. please. a 6 or 12 issue mini/limited series of them off in space together wouldve been everything.

in general tbh with clark, john henry, kon, kara, and nat (and lois, tho like, obvs she's a civilian) all around i think having a superman team book wouldve been really good in this era, especially with the fallout of war of the supermen and all the anti-alien sentiment sam lane cultivated. digging into kryptonians as immigrants and refugees in the wake of that could have made for some really good and poignant storytelling.

i also would love like... a new titans book. not tt03. i don't like mike mckone's art i'm sorry and also everything about what that series did to kon and bart and cassie was so... ugh. but maybe a new book focusing more on the team and all actually liking each other, for one, instead of being full of cattiness and. eugh. like, a new titans book launch for the era of cassie healing as leader, tim coming back, kon and bart Being back, etc. you know? something a lot more hopeful than tt03 feels.

in my rich inner universe this all leads to a beautiful long slow burn for tim and kon having their queer realizations and working through those feelings in longform stories, not just "and suddenly he realized he'd been bisexual all along! and instantly started making out with the first boy available." specifically i would love to have seen kon have a solo with an arc of him running off to space to try and cope with those realizations, getting into a very brief messy and bad relationship reminiscent of those of his youth but gay this time, and then ultimately accepting himself and returning home. to me kon is a gay genderqueer man, and the realization that he's not into women and was just fabricating attraction his whole life bc he assumed he had to be into women to be like superman is very jarring to him. and i would LOVE to see that journey in comic form. in space.

these are mostly superfam thoughts because honestly there are not that many other characters/groups whose storylines ive read through all the way through 2011 slkjdfkld but with more research i definitely could have more to say re: others too <3 thank you for the question, it was a fun one to ponder!!

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👀 hey uh, fic idea from my bestie for anyone who's interested.

We've had an ongoing discussion about how Tim would usually be on blockers that cover his scent (and considerably dulls his heat to easily managed tummy cramps). Anyways because Robin has to be an alpha (because the prev robins were alphas).

Heads up, most of the bats know. Jason doesn't because he was dead, and when he came back he's only ever known Tim as the alpha who replaced him and stole his territory. (He's been working on it tho, he knows Tim isn't a threat now. It's been a very long time since the Titans Tower Incident™.)

But Tim somehow gets hit by an airborne toxin from some villain (because it's Gotham) that has a side effect of cancelling out his blockers and stops them from working. Except, Tim doesn't know this because it's a delayed effect.

So Tim is taking his blocker meds everyday, unbeknownst to the fact they're no longer working and his scent is coming through more and more everyday. Thing is, nobody's really noticed, Bruce and Alfred are betas (can only smell the much stronger A/O scents), Dick's in Blüdhaven, and Tim's been too busy to catch up with the girls or visit his old YJ buddies. And, well, Jason can't smell anything- not that anyone else other than Dick and Cassandra actually know that (Dick because he found out on a team-up where there was a glass leak, and Cassandra because, well y'know).

Fast-forward maybe 4 or 5 days and the side effects of his blockers not working finally catch up to him. (Just so you know going off your blockers cold turkey without very slowly easing off triggers a really intense heat- or rut, that lasts longer than usual because of hormone imbalance. Basically the whole body is going "what the fuck!?" and needs to catch up to restabilize).

Tim wakes up with tummy cramps, a little more intense than usual, but still manageable. He goes on patrol, but the cramping gets worse and worse, his forehead feels hot, and he thinks he must be coming down with something until the smell hits him-- suddenly it clicks and he realizes he's in pre-heat, rapidly approaching a full heat way too soon.

He can feel the sweat beginning to build up and trickle down his neck, the cramps are making him want to curl in on himself. Except he's on rooftop, alone, in the middle of Gotham. So he can't exactly do that right now. The only hideout close enough is 10 minutes away, but last he's heard, Jason had started crashing there.

Tim thinks fuck it and decides that's his best bet, definitely because he knows Bruce is busy with a case on the other side of the city, and not because he knows Jason smells like freshly-washed warm blankets and a gentle pinewood fire; both things he knows will make his cramps feel better. Warm. Warm things always ease the cramps away.

Tim is only just now realising how cold it is outside, and he shivers in spite of the sweat beading on his skin and clinging to his hair.

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Anyways Tim goes to Jason, finds out Jay can't smell him. ("You can't smell that?" "No? What is it? It's not another gas leak situation again is it?" "What?... No it's- ..." "It's what?" "You stink, have you showered recently?")

Basically Tim finds out Jason can't smell anything and lies to Jason, telling him he has a fever and must be coming down with something. Jay makes Tim warm suit and lets him borrow some clothes, letting him sleep on the couch for the night.

But Jason wakes up cold to find Tim stole all his blankets and burried into his side, fast asleep with his face nuzzled into the soft fabric of his hoodie, curled up and making small, quiet sounds of pain.

Jason is confused, but feels his forehead with a frown. Tim is burning up. Whatever but he's caught that's causing this fever must be serious. He gets up carefully, careful not to disturb him or wake the poor guy up.

He goes into the kitchen to get some ibuprofen, heat up some soup, and get a pot of coffee ready. Depending on how Tim is when he wakes up, Jason is considering calling Alfred. He's not about to babysit a sick Robin for the Bat and risk catching whatever he's got too.

But then he hears loud whining coming from the bedroom, a muffled "Jason!". It sounds like Tim's in pain, like he might even start crying, and Jason rushes back to the room. Only to freeze in the doorway.

Tim has untangled from all the blankets and somehow lost his clothes, rolled into the warm spot where he was laying before Jason got up, nuzzled into his pillow and is squirming against the sheets. Next to him, where he had been laying before Jason left, is a wet patch that looks...

"Tim, what-?"

"Jason! Need you!" Tim whines. "Please it's too hot, it hurts, Jason", he sobs as he calls his name.

"shit Tim is this- are you? You're an omega!?" Jason feels like his worldview just got tipped upsidedown.

Tim whines again and lifts his ass into the air, face down in the pillows that smell like alpha. Warm. Safe. Jason. "Yeah. Yes. Catch up already." Another whimper of pain. "In heat. Need your knot. Now. Please. Jason!"

"fuck, Tim I don't-"

"please. Need you. Promise I'm in a- shit- right enough mind to consent. Please, Jason", Tim pleads.

Jason takes two steps forward then swallows. "Are- are you sure Tim? I don't want to hurt you-"

"oh for fucks sake! Jason please. Knot me, don't make me beg for it even more. If you could smell me right now you'd already be inside m- oh fuck. Alpha please, I need it!"

"shit babybird, I don't need to smell you". Jason leans over the bed and gets up behind him, getting a better view of his needy hole and glistening slick-wet thighs. "Just look at you", he rumbles, low in his chest.

It makes Tim shiver, another gush of slick slides down his thighs. Jason runs his hands through the slick and let's himself growl at the sight, a sound that makes Tim heat up from the inside out, like his gut is pooling with hot magma ready to erupt. Or maybe he'll just explode, because Jason still isn't inside him yet.

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to be continued ( I guess. Idk if I'll actually come back to this or fix it up to be a proper fic. Me and my bestie will just keep daydreaming about it lol)

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Clark Kent/Kal-El (Superman)

Saved by his parents essentially macgyver-ing a rocket stasis pod, kryptonian toddler Kal-El was launched into space as Krypton exploded, eventually crash landing on Earth, near Smallville, Kansas. He was found by Martha and Jon Kent, who were in their 30s and desperately wanted children but had just been told they would be unable to conceive naturally, and adopted as Clark Kent, named after Martha’s maiden name. They weren’t sure how old Clark was so they just started counting from when they found him, calling that his “birth” day in 1952. They never hid his origins from him but they also couldn’t tell him what they didn’t know about Krypton.

As the child of a scientist and an astronaut back on Krypton, Clark was naturally smart and excelled at school, when he wasn’t labeled a “problem child” as he struggled to control his wide variety of superpowers, though he was able to hide these powers from all but his parents and his two closest friends, Lana Lang and Pete Ross, who also agreed to keep the secret. Clark tried to keep a low profile but Jon and Martha instilled a strong sense of right, wrong, and justice into Clark so he could never turn a blind eye to those in need.

At one point, the Legion of Superheroes arrived from the future via time travel and Clark went with them for a while, dropped off mere minutes after initially leaving to maintain timeline integrity. While in the future, Clark received superhero training and is told certain things about himself (yellow vs red sun radiation, Kryptonite, the fate of Krypton, etc) but understood that some things he would have to learn on his own, in his own time period (like his Rogues Gallery). Clark had been debating what to do with himself  before this but felt good about fulfilling his destiny as a superhero by the time he returned. Since he was still (at least legally) 16 by this point, Clark began preparations to move to Metropolis, focusing on studying to be a reporter/journalist as his day job rather than trying to be a superhero just yet.

(I’m using this to set up a reboot of an old idea I had for Braniac 5 and my OC Batboy getting stuck in the past for a while. It was initially for Teen Titans, but I kinda wanna rework it to fit with Phantom Bat lol)

Graduating at 18, he goes to Metropolis University for a few years before debuting as Superman at 25, having already established himself at the Daily Planet. He is quickly inducted into the Justice Society of America but soon realized the superhero team had some major flaws and drawbacks, particularly as he realized these “heroes” had become little more than the American government’s attacks dogs rather than thinking for themselves and following an independent moral system. He stayed, though, so he could access their resources, network with other heroes, and learn what not to do as he began making plans to create his own superhero team.

After meeting Batman (a la “The Batman” Season 5), Superman approaches Bruce with his plan for the Justice League, asking if Wayne Enterprise would be its “secret” financial backer. Bruce says he’ll think about it, since he had a lot on his plate at the time. Superman meets Wonder Woman shortly after she stopped Ares from inciting World War III, and quickly gets her to support his Justice League idea. Together they recruit Flash (Barry Allen), Green Lantern (Hal Jordan), Aquaman (Orin of Atlantis), and Martian Manhunter (J’onn J’onzz) as their starting lineup by the time Bruce finally agrees to back the Justice League, debuting to the world shortly thereafter in 1994. Once established and proven to be stable (ie. not likely to disband like other independent superhero teams) the Justice League drew many new members from around the world, often as representatives of national teams.

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By Rafael Motamayor, New York Times, Nov. 5, 2023

On Saturday, the final episode of the anime adaptation of Hajime Isayama’s “Attack on Titan” premiered on Crunchyroll and Hulu, ending an epic tale that started back in 2013.

Like the manga, which ran from 2009 to 2021, the anime was an instant hit, becoming one of the defining shows of the modern anime era, with spinoffs, live-action and video game adaptations, and even a comic book crossover with Marvel’s “Spider-Man” and “Avengers” titles.

Since the fourth and final season started airing in 2020, “Attack on Titan” has been one of the most popular shows on the internet — episodes have routinely trended on social media, streaming servers have occasionally crashed, the opening theme song became a rare anime song to hit the U.S. Billboard charts. Parrot Analytics said it was the most “in-demand” show in the world in 2021, a metric based on analysis of streaming, social media, search and other online behaviors. The manga has continued to be popular as well, selling over 120 million copies worldwide, and several of the published volumes have charted on the New York Times graphic novels and manga best-seller list.

What started as a thrilling yet relatively simple tale of a young boy seeking revenge against the giant humanoid monsters that ate his mother quickly evolved into a thought-provoking war epic. The tonal shift in “Attack on Titan” also came with one of the biggest heel-turns in modern anime, with the protagonist, Eren Jaeger, devolving into a radicalized monster threatening worldwide genocide.

Since the manga ended in 2021, there has been plenty of speculation and debate over Eren’s antagonistic turn and what the story’s ending means. Ahead of the release of the final episode, the manga creator Hajime Isayama, speaking through an interpreter, David Higbee, talks about the restrictive nature of writing and the story’s dark ending. These are edited excerpts from the interview.

The manga ended a couple of years ago, and the anime is just finishing now. How do you feel about the story coming to an end?

For this anime to be made and for that to go beyond the borders of Japan and to reach a worldwide audience is something that’s been a very happy occurrence for me. In a sense, “Attack on Titan” has connected me to the world, and that’s something that I’m very glad happened.

How much of the ending from the manga did you have in mind when you first began writing “Attack on Titan”? And how much did it change along the way?

That was pretty much there from the beginning, the story that starts with the victim who then goes through this story and becomes the aggressor. That is something I had in mind right from the get-go. Along the way, certain aspects of the story didn’t go as expected, and I adapted and fleshed out certain aspects. But I would say the ending of the story didn’t change much

There’s a much-talked-about scene where Armin, who is struggling with Eren’s turn into a mass murderer, seems to thank him for his actions. Can you talk about the meaning behind that conversation?

My thinking there wasn’t really that Armin was trying to push Eren away for the sake of justice or whatnot. It was more that he wanted to, in a sense, take joint responsibility. He wanted to become an accomplice. In order to become an accomplice, Armin had to make sure that he used very strong wording so that he could take those sins upon himself. And so that was the intent behind it.

You have a scene where Eren apologizes to a kid for the carnage he’s going to commit and says he was disappointed in the world he saw beyond the walls. What does that say about his motivation?

I think that refers to the fact that Eren was dreaming of going to this world outside of the walls where there was nobody and there was nothing. There was an excitement about this world that was just empty, a clean slate. I don’t really know whether that’s a good or a bad thing, and I don’t really know why that was the ideal that I set up for Eren as a part of this story. But what I can say is that, when he does get across the wall at that point, he says he sees that the world is really not that different from what’s within the walls in the world that he already knows. I believe that’s probably the disappointment that I’m referring to in that specific scene.

Eren says in the final episode of the anime that he had no choice but to follow the future that he saw, that he was powerless against the powers of the Founding Titan. Armin even asks if he’s really free. Was he telling the truth or do you see this as him telling an excuse?

So the truth is the situation with Eren actually overlaps in a certain sense with my own story with this manga. When I first started this series, I was worried that it would probably be canceled. It was a work that no one knew about. But I had already started the story with the ending in mind. And the story ended up being read and watched by an incredible number of people, and it led to me being given a huge power that I didn’t quite feel comfortable with.

It would have been nice if I could have changed the ending. Writing manga is supposed to be freeing. But if I was completely free, then I should have been able to change the ending. I could have changed it and said I wanted to go in a different direction. But the fact is that I was tied down to what I had originally envisioned when I was young. And so, manga became a very restrictive art form for me, similar to how the massive powers that Eren acquired ended up restricting him.

You have been involved in the anime production for a little while, supervising the adaptation’s storyboards, and have been known for asking for changes to the story in the adaptation. Did you personally ask for anything for the final episode?

Yes. Absolutely. I checked the script, but the main thing was the storyboards. There were different things I suggested. When it comes down to it, it’s really the role of the production to make those decisions. But I wanted to at least give my input so that they could take those into account when they were making the final decisions.

The manga ends with you showing the future of Paradis and sort of the cycle of war continuing. Is there no end to the conflict and the cycle you present in the story?

I guess there could have been an ending where it was a happy ending and the war ended and everything was fine and dandy. I guess that could have been possible. At the same time, the end of fighting and the end of contention itself kind of seems hokey. It kind of seems like it’s not even believable. It’s just not plausible in the world we’re living in right now. And so, sadly, I had to give up on that kind of happy ending.

[New York Times, 5 November 2023]

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FIRST LINES

tagged by: @jjohnnyutah, thank you!

tagging: Not really sure who already got tagged and sorry if I'm double tagging! @vibrantstarfire, @androxys, @zahri-melitor, and anyone else who wants to participate!

rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fics (or whatever you got going on) and tag however many writers you want. if you've written fewer than ten, share anyway !!!

This is pretty much just completed fics, because goodness knows when some of my WIPS are going to be ready for posting and I tend to tinker with the beginnings of fics a lot.

Also I am learning I am really, really behind on reading fics!!! It looks like there is a ton of great stuff I need to read!

sugar cube (Dick, Donna, & Roy and their early Teen Titans days)

There were tables scattered across the venue with starchy white tablecloths, and women in obnoxiously large hats walking about, and Dick tugged stiffly at the collar of his button-down shirt, trying to find any way to escape the crush of women clutching the stems of cocktail drinks while cooing over his cheeks.

2. the frost is all over (Donna & Kyle Technis fic)

She’d learned about the history of photography, during that brief blazing moment she’d been in school. It was funny the things that stuck with you, preserved themselves in your memories.

3. those million tons of light (Donna fic)

She hadn’t really, properly been paying attention until she crested the hill and was met with the sloping green shadows of the mountains, carved in stark relief against the gray of the sky in a pocket carved out by the road.

4. i'm in the business of losing your interest (Babs in No Man's Land)

The impact was like the crashing of a meteor. Someday some geologist digging would find it, the sharp break in the geological record, the obvious signs in the layers of stone and debris.

5. some things that fly there be (Baby Tim and Catwoman meet)

The yellow blackout curtains bracketed the wide floor-to-ceiling windows of the Robinson Park apartment.

6. usher down the sky (Dick and Cass on Blüd and grief)

Cassandra had not seemed caught out when Dick asked her to join him during patrol. She merely shrugged in acknowledgment and slipped seamlessly behind him as they cut through the Diamond District, scalloped cape ribboning through the sky behind her.

7. dreaming of the end of the world (Cass in No Man's Land)

It was pitch black, the kind of darkness she hadn’t known for years; she couldn’t see her own hands before her face but could hear the quiet drip of water, the tumbling of debris.

8. these crosses (Helena fic)

The night air was chill on the skin of her face. The streets below her were wet with slush, the streetlights casting careening, flickering ghosts across the cracked pavement. The city was still eerily quiet. Her eyes cast over the power lines, the tiny script-like loops of wire suspending the lines together in midair. The current was running again.

9. jasmine tea (Stephcass)

The cave was usually quiet in the early afternoon; Cass would occasionally head there to train while everyone else was busy; Jason usually dropped off the map during for days at a time, Tim and Bruce were at Wayne Industries, and Steph, Duke, and Damian were all busy with their various classes.

10. pull up the ladder when the flood comes (Cass in Hong Kong)

The moon was a pale silver disk in the sky.

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An Heir to the Throne: The Distraction pt.2

Chapter 5

The clash between the large titans were thunderous, earth quaking in their power.  Kong, who had attempted to strike first, was almost instantly bound by the feet in webbing. While his large body fell to the depths of the hoard, Godzilla takes his position to hold Kumonga firm. In the middle of hissing at the king, her mandibles opened widely at an attempt to blind him with webbing. As the two fought for power, his eyes locked onto her body movements instantly. And with one swift swipe, Godzilla grabbed the beasts head and smashed it deep into the ground. 

"Listen.." the king growled, continuously grating her face into the crushed pavement. "You are far from home, and know not of the territory you've stepped into. Return with your offspring, or die by my hand." he continued, feeling her attempt to push against his immovable force.  

"Oh how pathetic!" Kumonga screeched, whipping one of her legs around and  knocking Godzilla just far enough to aid in her escape. Though her body is large, the spider like kaiju rose quickly to scurry a few feet away, scoffing at his ultimatum. "If you think you have any chance of survival, you're mistaken. I've come here to TAKE this land you giant lizard bastard! Bow before your new queen!" she clattered confidently, her stature tall as if to assert dominance over him. Her claim fell upon deaf ears as Godzilla continued to charge her, his shoulder crashing deep within her sternum and effectively knocking the wind out of her. 

"Wrong answer." Godzilla bellowed, pushing her far enough to crash into a nearby building. Within her moment of surprise, he followed up his attack with a vicious headbutt. He knew then- that this would be far more tedious than originally planned. 

While Godzilla kept the mother busy, Kong had been struggling to take care of the babies that started swarming his body the moment he made contact with the ground. He could feel them weaving between his fur and biting any and everywhere they could, a shutter running down his spine at the unpleasant sensations. With one frantic swing, Kong was able to easily swipe them away from his legs while freeing himself simultaneously. With another quick movement, Kong flipped to his feet, baby spiders flying left and right with each aggressive motion. His eyes flicked all around as they surrounded his being, collectively hissing and snapping at the titan.  Lifting his axe high in the air, Kong unleashed a determined war cry as the hoard sprung their final attack against him.

Sliding one of her legs free, Kumonga was able to successfully claw Godzilla's face, narrowly missing his eye. Letting out a pained screech he grips tightly around two of her legs, dragging her across the ground and flinging her into a nearby building. After struggling to get back onto her feet, the Mother felt incredibly weak and unbalanced. An obvious blood trail catches her attention instantly, prompting her to look down her body and assess the damage. A distressed cry emitted from her as she realized she was now missing a few limbs. Her eyes followed the blood trail back up to Godzilla, his silhouette outlined in the pink haze of his growing rage. She watches in horror as he calmly throws her limbs aside and begins to walk towards her once more. Aching and afraid, the spider wobbly scurries from her current position to hide away, attempting to calm herself for the next move. 

 "And you call me pathetic." the king sneers, flexing his claws at the thought of finally finishing this fight. Within that small moment, a familiar presence enters his mind again and stops him dead in his tracks.  "My queen.." Godzilla says simply, his eyes locked onto the edge of Kumonga's current hiding spot. 

"Now is not a good time?"  Mothra joked, a small strained laugh leaving her. "I will always make time for you, my queen. Are you ok? How are you feeling? Do you think you can wait just a bit longer?" Godzilla questioned, his voice riddled with concern for his precious mate. Mothra assured him that all was fine and she was only calling to check on him. After her concerns were also eased, she urged him to keep focus and make it home in one piece before leaving once again to let him finish his duty. Taking a deep breath, Godzilla continued his pursuit instantly. His mind that was once locked onto the fight was now filled with daydreams of what awaited him at home. The thought of Mothra's face, her voice welcoming him, and the idea of his future offspring set him into a much more relaxed state. 

Though his pleasant thoughts were interrupted with a piercing screech. The ledge he thought Kumonga was hiding behind was in fact empty, and the screech from before was instead coming from behind him. Without a moment to react, Godzilla could feel a set of legs snake around his back and dorsal plates, latching onto his skin. His eyes darted over his shoulder to watch a set of large fangs imbed deeply into his neck, a shockwave of pain flowing through his chest and arm as the kaiju injected her venom. 

Kong gripped his axe, swinging wildly as his blade crashed down into a puddle of spiders. Though his efforts felt fruitless as they continued to swarm. "Its not enough.." he breathed, swinging again and again with minimal damage. His movements became so frantic he found himself using his hands and feet as a last effort. 

The deep rumble of chopper guns caught Kong's attention, his eyes darting to the Monarch fighter jets laying waste to the mass in front of them. Their efficiency was impressive, within a few seconds they managed to clear out 1/4 of the hoard alone. A small smile met his previous scowl at the jets zipping past him, knowing he had a new leg up in the fight. With another burst of determination Kong pushed on, unleashing every bit of strength he could muster to finish what they started. 

Godzilla screeches in pain at the sudden sensation. The brief moment she was able to land her bite, was enough venom to tranquilize even the largest ape. Feeling a bit of Deja vu, he grabs onto Kumonga's thorax and flips her off his back. Immediately her fangs are released as she slams hard into the ground below him. 

The wound and the surrounding flesh burned nearly through him, the pain searing enough to kick him into over drive. Kumonga stared up to her foe, waiting for the moment he finally dropped. Though her wait was cut short as Godzilla sank his teeth straight through her exoskeleton and deep into her flesh. "Its not possible!" she squealed, squirming as Godzilla continued to rip a chunk out of her body. "You should be.. brought to your knees!  Paralyzed from the neck down!" she hissed, backing away from him. 

"You are no match for me lizard! You may have reigned power years ago but I will be victorious!" Kumonga continued to babble, her bloody legs barley able to carry her away. Godzilla calmly pursued her, looking down at her coldly as she spoke. 

"Your kind are extinct for a reason.. and you'll be next.. and when I'm done with you-" she trailed off, watching Godzilla's tail begin to glow from the tip to his mid back. "You're silly little moth will be next. Though her fate.. will have her BEGGING for death!" she hisses, springing back onto her feet in attempt to lunge at the king. An intense pink beam blasted directly towards her face, the force strong enough to push her back to the ground. As the bright light fades, Godzilla composes himself quickly, looking to see the spider writhing below him. Narrowly missing, he only managed to catch half of his target. The eyes that once held so much hatred and distain were now burst out of their sockets. Her exoskeleton melted upon impact, sizzling the tender flesh underneath until it was left crackling to the open air.

Even being severely wounded the kaiju continued to charge Godzilla, clashing with him once more. "You bastard! Your death is already immanent, you absolute scum! I'll-" she howls, her attempts to stab him with her legs being blocked instantly. 

"I'm sorry Mosura but.." Godzilla sighed, his eyes looking past Kumonga and towards Kong who had his axe at the ready.  "I'm tired of her." he growled again, his eyes and mouth glowing fiercely as his atomic breath strikes her dead on. Blasting her backwards gave Kong the chance to finish the job, his axe severing her head clean from the thorax. Even after her body fell limp, Kong watched Godzilla blast through it until an inevitable explosion. As blue blood and spider entrails splattered over the two, Godzilla's uproar seemingly brought peace to the previous chaos of the city. 

Monarch watched from the sidelines as both kaiju bid their final farewell. Their notes were over flowing with the improved teamwork between them. Though they did have their differences, Godzilla seemed to be much more tolerable of Kong now more than ever before. As the two began their marches back home, Kong grabbed the remaining leftovers of Kumonga's body before hopping back into the Hallow Earth portal. Now, the real issue was getting the city cleaned up.

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Traveling through the cool ocean waters was usually soothing to Godzilla, but this time around he could feel nothing but adrenalin coursing through his body. The wound that was previously irritated and inflamed was now entirely numb, his skin feeling as if it wasn't even there. 

The moment he stepped foot onto the beach of his territory he released a deep drone, slight anxiety trailing in its echo. The few seconds after were filled with a silent terror, until a weak trill echoed back. Its tone was nothing short of warm and inviting to Godzilla.  

The king wasted no time running from the beach to their nest, his steps quaking the ground below him. 

"Mosura!" Godzilla called out, his body instinctively moving to her side. Mothra looked absolutely exhausted, her forelegs trembling as she reached for her mate. She could feel his arms wrap around her, the intense warmth of his body soothing her fears as he pulled her into a gentle embrace. 

"I'm.. ok. Just a bit tired." she breathed, burying her aching head deep into his chest.  "But I can only imagine how tired you are. You're hurt my king" she cooed, scanning over the bloody mess pouring from his neck. Godzilla shrugged his shoulders, grooming the disheveled fur of her wings and back. "I will be fine. Right now, my only concern is you. I'm here now, everything is going to be ok." he assured her, both titans melting into their tender embrace. 

Time seemingly paused in that moment. Moon light blanketed the dark crevice's of their makeshift home, its gentle glow mixing with the hot haze of their bioluminescence. Both titans sat comfortably in each others presence, their eyes studying the silk cradle that was now fully occupied. "Three.." Mothra breathed, catching Godzilla off guard. "Three what?" he spoke softly, his gaze a bit blurry with each passing minute. "Three eggs.." she whispered excitedly, motioning for him to get closer. Godzilla was hesitant, carefully maneuvering from underneath Mothra to get a closer look. At first he thought she was seeing things, but the closer he got, the more pronounced the three small bundles became. Side by side laid three eggs, the moon highlighting their soft shells and gentle colors. 

A sense of unexpected relief took place of his previous adrenaline. Almost all at once his body felt incredibly heavy, his vision fading as the soft wraps of their nest caught his limp body. A deep, tired sigh escapes him, the last thing he could hear being Mothra's panicked calls. "You're all safe.. good" he trailed off, finally losing consciousness as the venom takes over. 

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Beyond the Grave *Characters*

Persephone Claire Darling "Percy" Born: October 31 1995 Alive Found way to manor 2025

Athena Diana Anderson "Thee" Born: July 4 1989 Alive Found way to manor 2025

Christopher Bahng Born: October 3 1664 Died: September 8 1692 Cause: Burned Reason: Accused of Witchcraft Job: Blacksmith Hobbies: Music 1/8 to find his way to the manor in 1731

Minho Lee Born: October 25 1982 Died: July 8 2009 Cause: Shooting Reason: Drive By Job: Convenience Store Hobbies: Cooking 8/8 to find his way to the manor in 2016

Changbin Seo Born: August 11 1886 Died: April 14 1912 Cause: Drowning Reason: Sinking of the Titanic Job: Possible Farmer Hobbies: Music 5/8 to find his way to the manor in 1973

Hyunjin Hwang Born: March 20 1734 Died: November 13 1759 Cause: Execution (Hung) Reason: Accused of Treason Job: Royal Painter Hobbies: Sculpting/Drawing 4/8 to find his way to the manor in 1926

Jisung Han Born: September 14 1699 Died: December 24 1724 Cause: Execution (Beheading) Reason: Joining a Revolution Job: Farmer Hobbies: Music 2/8 to find his way to the manor in 1830

Felix Lee Born: September 15 1939 Died: January 18 1964 Cause: Plane Crash Reason: Faulty Mechanics Job: Actor (Small roles at the time of his death) Hobbies: Baking 6/8 to find his way to the manor in 2000

Seungmin Kim Born: September 22 1980 Died: June 30 2005 Cause: Stabbing Reason: Jealous Ex Job: Music Shop Hobbies: Playing Sports 7/8 to find his way to the manor in 2010

Jeongin Yang Born: February 8 1859 Died: June 22 1880 Cause: Blood Loss Reason: Vampire Job: Bar Hand Hobbies: Gambling 3/8 to find his way to the manor in 1902

**There are other ghost that will be introduced as the story goes on.

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