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[rey-129-fan]

Gotham-Amity Co-op AU

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“Alright, order.  Order.”

“Yeah, I’ll take a Triple Nasty with cheese, extra mustard and pickles.” Laughs rang out at Dash’s remark as everyone settled in to their seats.  Sam, who stood at the front of the room by a blackboard, just gave the quarterback a flat look while Danny and Tucker snickered at the teacher’s desk.  The group was meeting in an empty classroom at Casper since most were still Casper students, at least for another couple of months until graduation.  Jazz and Kyle, both of whom were attending school in Gotham, were dropping in to visit and attend the meeting.

“We are now beginning the first meeting for the Green Amity Co-o-”

“Oh, we are not calling it that!” Paulina cried out.  Sam’s eye twitched and started to glow slightly as those around the Latina nodded in agreement.

Jazz quickly stepped in.  “While naming something Green in a city that has a known meta Eco-terrorist might not be a good idea, we can discuss names later.  For now, let’s focus on more important matters for the co-op.”

“Right,” Sam sighed, releasing the tension in her shoulders.  “So has everyone had a chance to look over the info and pictures Jazz and Kyle were able to gather?”  Getting various conformations, the goth nodded. “Does anyone have any objections on using the building as a Gotham based co-op?”

“Not really.”

“Nope.” 

“None from me.”

“Okay, so we’ll put down an offer to buy the building,” Sam nodded before shuffling around some papers in her hands.  “Next on the agenda is rent.”

“Won’t we own the building?  Why would we need to pay rent?” Dash asked.  Kwan nodded while several others in the group just dropped their heads.

“Because we need to pay for things like utilities and taxes,” Valarie shot back, arms crossed as she stared down her former friend group.

“Not to mention that we should collect some money for potential repairs that will be needed in the future,” Wes added, nodding.  Dash turned and glared at both of them.

“As Val and Wes said, we may own the building, but we still need to gather money to pay for things like water, electricity, internet.  Things needed to make the building usable,” Jazz explained in a less condescending tone, mullifying the blond.

“So we need to figure out how much each utility is and split it between everyone, with a little extra on top to make a fund for repairs?” Danny clarified.

“That is a start, but some people will use more of some things than others.”

“Well, we can always start with it and adjust as we get a better idea of how much it costs and who uses up what amount,” Star said as she stood up and walked over to the board.  She picked up a piece of chalk and began writing down numbers.  “Do we know how much we have to pay for property tax?  From what I could find on the internet, the average cost of utilities in Gotham is about $118 a month, give or take.”

“That lines up with what I saw too, though that doesn’t include internet or phone plans,” Val nodded.

“Well, our phone plans aren’t likely to change, so we don’t need to worry about that.  Most internet plans start about $40 a month,” Tucker added.  Star nodded and added the 40.

“As for property taxes, given the building’s estimated amount, it would be about $15,900 a year, which is paid quarterly.”

Star continued writing.  “So 15,900 a year is 1325 a month.  We currently have 11 people, so that’d be 120.45 per person per month just in taxes.”

“So utilities plus internet and taxes would put us at about $242 a month.”

“Don’t forget insurance and repairs.  Gotham isn’t the safest place, what with all the supervillains,” Danny added.

“Never mind random ghosts dropping in just to fight Fenton.  We’re probably going to have to repair the place more often than the average,” Kwan nodded.

“Hey!  Don’t pin the property damage from ghost fights on me!  It’s mostly the GIW doing that!”

“We know, Danny, but you can’t deny that there are going to be at least a few ghosts that will come just to fight, and the GIW are likely to follow them.”  Danny crossed his arms and grumbled, but conceded.

“We should just double the amount we have for now.  That way we can cover the basics and have enough to cover anything that could come up, while most can afford it with a part-time job,” Tucker suggested.

“It’s a start,” Jazz agreed.

“And if we need to adjust it, we can always discuss it again,”Mikey pointed out.

“Alright, so all in favor of starting rent at $485 a month, raise your hand.” Sam counted the hands in the air.  Eleven.  “Very well.  Up Next: rules.”

“Oh come on!  We’re no longer kids and are going to college!  Why would you wanna create rules?!” Dash protested.

“Just because we’re adults now doesn’t mean that there aren’t still rules we have to follow,” Jazz responded.  “Pretty much any place you could live would have quiet hours and cleanliness requirements.  Plus I’m pretty sure there are places or things that you wouldn’t want others to mess with.” More grumbling was heard but no more protests.  “Now, from what I’ve observed and read on the internet, in general quiet hours are generally between 10-11 pm to about 8 am during the week, with it rolling back an hour on the weekends.  I don’t need it to be that strict, but I would like to have some quiet by the time I’m going to sleep.”

“What exactly do quiet hours entail?  Is it like a curfew?” Mikey asked, pushing up his glasses and looking at the two actual college students.

“Nah man, they’re just the hours you have to be quiet for.  Ya can do whatever ya want, so long as yer not disturbing anyone or keeping them up.  Just don’t do anything that’ll get the cops or Bats on ya, and yer good,” Kyle explained.

“Sweet!”

“So what should these quiet hours be?  Not going to lie, but midnight seems like a good start, especially if you have early morning classes,” Wes spoke up.

“Midnight is good for me.”

“Aw, but what if we want to have a party!”

“Well, if you start at 8, that gives you four hours,” Sam explained, raising her eyebrow.

“A 4 hour party seems to be enough, especially since not all of us would want to have a crazy party outside our door all night,” Val stated, glaring at Dash and Paulina.

“It seems common consensus is quiet by midnight.  What about when they end?”

“Well, most of us will likely have classes starting by 9.  Including travel time and getting ready, we’re likely to be up around 8 or so.  That’d give us 8 hours of quiet to study and fall asleep.”

“So midnight to 8 am for quiet hours?  Any objections?” None were made.

The meeting continued on in much the same way, with only a few protests to some rules, mostly related to shared chores and the creation of a chore schedule.  But these protests were quickly silenced by a glare from Valarie that slowly glowed a slight red the more protests were made.

“Alright, I think we’ve covered everything we set out for today’s meeting,” Jazz said, tapping some papers against the desk she sat at.  She took over the meeting as Sam grew more annoyed.  The goth was now sitting between Danny and Tucker, who were both offering small touches of comfort.  “Remember, if you have any questions, share them in the discord server.  And if you have any suggestions for a name, please feel free to send them to Wes, who will compile them into a poll so we can vote on them in a week.  Now, would anyone like to add anything else?”

A few mutters and shakes were the answer.

“Very well, that concludes this meeting.  Hope everyone has a good summer, and when we next meet, hopefully, it should be in our new building.”

***

Did I seriously just write 1363 more words of set up? Yes, yes I did. I have no regrets. We should be in Gotham starting next chapter and get up to the shenanigans then.

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there! I started writing this while I was baking a pie for my own mother.

I am going back and forth on whether Phantom Planet is canon or not, but either way, all of Amity Park knows about Danny in this, but not the outside world, and especially not the GIW. While I do read a lot of bad parent Maddie and Jack, I much prefer to have them as good parents that love and accept both Danny and his little clone/cousin/sister.

Sorry guys, but Bruce is not adopting either Phantom.

Again, feel free to leave suggestions for names for the Co-op, as well as for this little AU itself. Also, suggestions for shenanigans and powers our liminal teens might have outside just glowing eyes.

[its-wabby-stuff]

Leo and Leonardo

*before Leo was pulled out by Mikey, he spent some time talking to his future self.*

Raph told me, before he died, that I was the last hope the resistance had. That as long as I stayed alive, the resistance would continue and we’d win.

He- he trusted me with everything. He died for me. They all did. I didn’t know what made me so important. I didn’t know why they’d give everything to protect me, why it seemed I was always the last man standing.

They gave me everything. Their faith. Their devotion. Their lives.

And in the end, it didn’t matter. I- he started to tear up I couldn’t save them. I watched them all die.

They all died for some broken cause, some impossible idea that we could win. And I had to feed it to them. I had to tell them we could, there was hope, and it wasn’t worthless.

I told myself it so many times, I started to believe it. That there was some way out.

It was better to fight than wait anxiously. We all would’ve died regardless of our choices.

So many people fought. So many people lost their families. So many nameless people who gave their lives for the cause until our numbers dwindled from millions, to thousands, to hundreds, to three, and two, and one.

I can’t even remember being a kid. We grew up too fast.

Especially those born in the apocalypse.

There were more than just Casey. He was one of the lucky ones, the survivors.

I trained a lot of good people with strong wills, and watched them disappear. Heard the mission reports, watched the video feed, held the memorials.

I trained the young recruits. The ones who grew up knowing the red sky and the purple deserts. The children who rarely saw the sun and were constantly on the move. The ones who had learned to fight before they could read, or write.

Leonardo took a deep breath.

Casey is a survivor by heart. He had his mother to thank for that.

I suppose Raph was right. We did win. But it wasn’t because of me. It was because of you.

I had always believed I was destined for greatness. But I wasn’t expecting so many people to see it in me too. To put their faith in me.

A leaders burden is heavy. You take responsibility for your teams actions more often than your own. That’s just the way it is.

All these time travel shenanigans and it’s like everything I did, didn’t matter. All the lives that were lost, all the pain and suffering. It’s all gone. No one has to deal with it.

But Casey. He has to suffer alone.

I was expecting to be the fearless leader. I couldn’t let them know how scared I was- it would ruin the facade, and make people lose hope.

It’s scary to be responsible for the lives you protect.

I wanted you to be me and make my decisions. But I went through a lot to become me. You don’t have to go through those things at all. Be you.

[thehermitwitch]

Hey Multi Mutant Verse Raph and Mikey, along with their cabin mates wanted to ask you something✨

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Donnie - Why thank you other Raphael, this summer camp has so far bode well, and everyone has come out of it all the better!

Leo - Translation: We are having a great time, thank you.

Donnie - Yes! b~ut alas, no one knows how to play water polo. For that I must apologise.

April (steps in front) - Us not knowing how to play will not us from stopping having a go, and giving it our best shot.

Mickey - Ah yeah, you are going down!

[brucenorris007]

"Sonic?"

"What's up, little bro?"

"Uh. How come Knuckles stays over so often?"

". . . Should we figure something else out?"

"No!"

"We've got other friends, they have couches too."

"No, I love Knuckles! I just. . . doesn't he have a house? With his own bed and stuff?"

Sigh.

"Knux's dad kinda really sucks."

"Oh."

"Sometimes he just needs a break."

"Is his dad. . . mean?"

"I dunno, Tails. I don't think he really likes talking about it."

[hardygalwrites]

“All right, then. My loyalties lie with my friends and those who need an act of selflessness, regardless of whether or not they have anything to give back in return. I'm soft like that." “Very altruistic. That’s a fine goal. My only concern is that it’s very very broad, do you plan on undoing all of the world’s woes yourself? And don’t get me wrong, giving without receiving is a great thing, but it may also exhaust you, we all have only so much to give. But I applaud you for wanting to crusade. So tell me why the mask of all things? Or is it more pragmatic than symbolic?” “Undoing all of the world's woes? No, my delusions of grandeur don't extend that far. But I'm hardly going to sit back and let the woes be. From the corporate world to the streets, this city dictates there is no place for simple decency. It sneers at even the smallest acts of kindness and locks onto them as weaknesses. I reject that. As for the mask... Pragmatic, yes. Symbolic... Hm, I'm not sure.”

Look who it is again! Glad to finally show off what Fiver looks like in full :D

A lot has happened with my very first Cyberpunk RED character since I first introduced him many months back. Mostly him trying his damndest to help out the other members of his crew who have been going through a lot of shit... Though to be fair a good 70% of that shit is just the consequences of our own actions.

Now that things have been mostly smoothed over though, Fiver's next order of business is to accrue enough money to build a traveling theatre and hopefully get some of his crew the hell out of the city, because those smoothed over things are only gonna stay smoothed over for so long.

What's that? Fiver's background and personal matters have yet to have bitten the entire crew in the ass? I'm sure he'll be fine :]

This is yet another wonderful art piece by @crystalnovaart. Words cannot express how much I love that all the little details I asked for are there - the three cyberfingers, the velveteen rabbit tattoo, the untied shoelaces. I received this art piece many months back, and it is still gorgeous <3

Check out her Instagram under crystalnova_art, her art work is still stunning, and don't forget to support her if you can!

[colours-of-charon]

Soulburner: “What the—what is this heat? What is going on?”

Flame: “I can’t find the source of this heat! Is it coming from… Soulburner, in front of you!”

Soulburner: “!!”

Unknown: “Everyone, lend me your strength, for this next one is for you!

“Here I go - Setsuna Scarlet Storm!!”

Soulburner: “Argh!”

Flame: “Hang on, Soulburner!

“What the—is that a data storm!?

“No, the energy coming from it isn’t like the one Playmaker enters when using his Storm Access skill. It’s raising the temperature to a level that’s too much for even Soulburner to handle on his own. Who IS she?”

Soulburner: “Flame, what’s going on? It’s like she’s becoming an erupting volcano that won’t stop. Is she controlling this heat wave at will?

“This feeling… Not even my Burning Draw skill can match this level of intensity. How is she doing this? Is she even affect by this!?”

Flame: “Heads up, Soulburner!”

Unknown: “I can feel it. Their cries, their cheers, their passion… it warms my heart, burning to the point that it may erupt on its own. Their feelings are now mine. I can’t let them down now!

“You’re name is Soulburner? I’m sure you know exactly how this feels. A fiery passion, a feeling of a never ending flame growing within, ready to combust and explode in excitement. I can sense that we’re the same when it comes to our feelings…”

Soulburner: “……”

Flame: “Soulburner…”

“This person, she’s not wrong. Takeru is a passionate person. He’s the type of person who doesn’t hide what he’s feeling, no matter if he’s happy or sad. He’s also the type of person who’s fiery passion help express his feelings and admiration towards others. It also brings forth a power that can rival that of Playmaker. Perhaps… this person also matches that same emotion as Takeru.

Unknown: “I’d love to see your passion burn with mine. If you don’t mind, allow me to share same passion that allows us to fully express your true feelings! It’s time that I take the stage!”

Flame: “Here she comes, Soulburner!”

Soulburner: “Heh… in that case, I welcome the challenge. Just know that I don’t plan on losing, otherwise a certain stern duelist won��t let me live it!

Flame: “Together, our fiery passion will overcomes yours!”

Unknown: “Heh, then let’s do this!”

Soulburner: “Mind sharing me your name? I’m excited to face someone who wants to try and match my flaming personality!”

Unknown: “I’d be delighted to!

“Allow me to introduce myself… School Idol Setsuna Yuki! I hope you two enjoy the show. *wink*

[rodrickheffeley]

Lestat first victim of biphobia

[sorrygotthesesacks]

It's too hot to write, and the last few updates on my OTP's ship tag on AO3 are things I either hate or have no interest in reading. And if that's what the fandom is enjoying, then what's even the point?

I mean. I'm being melodramatic of course. I will still write because the only way to see the content I actually want to see is if I write it myself.

But it is very disheartening and does not make me want to return to wrestling these words on the screen. The ice pack in my lap is now a bag of lukewarm water.

Not a fan of apartment complexes, but damn, this is one of those days when I miss living in one.

[nobody-knose--archive]

that one friend who’s always cold: i’m cold

that one friend who can see ghosts: which is weird because you’re not even being haunted right now or anything

[dingledraw]

Well, that went down like a lead balloon.

[pigdemonart]

Unexpected and unrequested Bowuigi be upon ye

They still tickle me from time to time. And I found these now years old sketches I never cleaned up, and decided to share cuz WHY NOT!

Its a good time thank everyone who supports my silly ideas LOL 🙇 ♥️ genuinely love you all sm

Patreon | Ko-Fi

[urfriendlywriter]

specific tropes in romance that always heal something in me that it never broke

like, forehead kisses, soft love confessions, peppering kisses all over the lover's face. promises that are kept, hands those are held with a gentle love, and hugs that engulf the heart too.

or when they rest their head on your chest, or lean on you for support.

"your tears kill me," kinda thing. or when a sunshine character finally cries and bawls their entire life's hurt out into their comfort grumpy character (plus point, if the grump feels guilty thinking if they had done something to trigger this emotional outburst)

communication. no matter hard the topic is, how big your differences are.

listening to the other person yap

admiring their facial features and seeing not just the outer structure but the person that they really are.

them getting angry on ur behalf

cradling each other in hugs basically

feeling emotional walls break when you're with that one person particularly

gentle communication. yearning to do more for your lover (!!!!)

affectionate smiles and eyes crinkling with a smile that's directed specially at you.

finding their laugh contagious.

the feeling of being accepted, despite flaws and all

silent domestic acts like being in the kitchen together, dressing up together, them drying ur hair while u sit between their legs

occasionally stolen kisses

or one deep kiss that just lights your world and fulfills your soul and heart.

sleepily nuzzling into each other!!

reaching for each other despite being asleep, with mumbled endearments and whispers of need!!!

laughter coming easily by their side, like happiness is just another day to day thing (this can also be about self love. when u truly love urself and prioritize your own rights and cherish the fact that you're you. happiness becomes beautiful even in solitude)

their fingers buried deep in yo- OOPS.?! :)

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[cavernous-skull]

Krobus beloved why can't it be Both 🥲

[artsymeeshee]

Another aroace Ford idea that came up. I just really like the idea of Ford going to Mabel for these types of things :’)

[hardygalwrites]

"I know you guys aren't exactly thrilled to be having someone like me hanging around. And I get it. I understand, believe me, I do. But... I believe this city has way bigger problems than a group of edgerunners who stole an already stolen AV from one of the most violent gangs currently around." "We didn't steal anything." "Heh, right, of course, I forgot. Allegedly stole, then. ...Look, I just... All I really want is to keep the people of this city as safe as possible. Call me crazy, call me naive, I probably am. But I'm still gonna try, and that's my main goal. So as long as you guys don't go, like, carpet bombing random buildings, I think we'll work just fine."

Background time! The GM who runs the Cyberpunk RED game in which I play Fiver, my Fixer, also runs another Cyberpunk RED game that takes place at the same time in universe, and soooo seeing as it actually didn't affect my schedule at all, I joined that game as well!

Thus was born (Officer) Washington Winters, a rookie Lawman for the Night City Police. It could be argued that he's way too pretty to be a cop, and he would laugh and wink and agree that he has far more beauty than brains. But behind that pretty face and charming demeanour is a young man who does earnestly want to keep people safe.

Lord knows he never feels safe

Also, he has two kid sisters, and admittedly probably one of the darkest backstories I've ever conceputalised for a character ^-^'

The BIGGEST of thank yous goes to @andengeu for bringing my latest son to life! They seriously perfectly captured Wash's build, look, and gentle demeanour, I love it so much. Go and support the artist!