#just like brainy's and vi's

[legionarebrainy]

Literally in love with this!

if the spinoff comics retconned the ending of s2 so can i

[connecting-the-stars]

Ekko will help Jinx

My theory for Act 2 (spoilers for Act 1)

Trigger warnings:

Discussion of suicidal thoughts/ideation

Okay, bear with me. I’ve seen no act 2 or 3 leaks or screen shots. But I’m fully bought on the idea that Ekko is going to help Jinx in her healing journey. (Might be my bias talking).

spoilers below:

Merch:

The merch released shows Jinx’s new design and it is such a light/less defeated look on her. Like her face doesn’t carry this misery and exhaustion upon her, from all her grief. The morbidly relieved/expectant expression on her face when she was ready for Vi to kill her, that is gone. Most noticeable is the fact that both of her iconic braids are gone, hair cropped short that is so reminiscent of Vi’s in season one. Her clothes are brighter, Fishbones gets a modification and fixed, like the air around her is just less heavy. (Albeit this is from one picture and it could be wildly out of context.) Her design change is just miles away from her current form. I’m half convinced this is her final look in Act 3 and she gets the chance to heal.

There’s a time-skip basically confirmed for this season, whether it occurs in act 2 or 3, things will change for Jinx.

Time-skip:

The time-skip is most likely around a year or at least several months. If act 2 has the Brainy Boys on vacation in another realm for a few episodes, Jinx will be facing the start of Zaun’s revolution and the undercity turning to her, Vi will most likely be shunned by the undercity and lean more on her alcoholic tendencies (her fighting pit era), Ambessa will be manipulating Cait, the firelights without a leader. But if they open an episode with the Boys returning and them being confronted by this time skip and whatever had occurred in the hex gate — like fish out of water they will have to learn about everything thats changed, for better or worse. Jayce with Mel missing and Cait’s corruption, Hemidinger with the fact that the hex gate is unsafe, and Ekko and the impact of Jinx’s revolution upon the undercity and the firelights.

Seems like the teaser for Act 2 is setting up the firelights to join Jinx’s efforts and movement, believing Ekko is dead as they place him on the mural. We see him fighting with Vi on the firelight hoverboards and his hair is longer, this could be an act 3 event. But I doubt that either of them would be supporting Piltover’s current stance, so they are most likely fighting with Jinx’s forces against Piltover and Ambessa’s army. (The team up is real guys.) Ekko will see her movement for Zuan and positive impacts on the undercity not being run on shimmer, and he will find Jinx

However, before this war fully breaks out, Act 2 confirms that Jinx is gonna face Warwick / Vander’s reanimated body… and you know who else is fighting him? Vi. I think something is going to happen with Singe sending Warwick out upon Jinx or upon her revolutionary group, and Jinx gets involved to stop him. Jinx with her shimmer enhancements are awesome and has accelerated speed, but Warwick is gonna outmatch her, especially if she realizes who he used to be. We’ve only seen Jinx’s scratchy distortion once or twice so far, mainly when Vi was revealed to her as an enforcer. But seeing Vander back from the dead and worse off than ever, her guilt and horror is going to be off the charts. I think she loses ground, and gets hurt - badly. The teaser shows someone (most likely Sevika ) carrying Isha to safety, the scene is soaked in this blood red fog, the same as the Warwick fight. Several accounts over on Twitter are pointing out that Isha is reaching out to someone off screen, that she seems to be scared for Jinx’s safety. There’s a shot of Vi standing alone against Warwick, and I think she is going to save Jinx.

Oh Okay… now on to

Time - Bomb:

The famous Bridge Scene. Wow. Am I right? So of course, this scene has been analyzed up and down and inside out, but to reiterate; Jinx’s nickname of “The Boy Savior” just hits different now. (It’s important enough that it’s the Name of an episode). In the Blu-ray behind the scenes/making of Arcane the writers discuss: the cut scene of younger Ekko searching for a way to rescue powder because he believes she is a prisoner. When he finds Powder recently turned Jinx and tries to save her from Silco to then have her violently refuse (the detail of her slapping him the same way Vi did to her at the end of Act 1: S1.). She does not want to be rescued and does not accept help. In addition to the venom of her voice, the condescension, like she does not see him as the capable resistance leader. They are similar ages, the only kids of the first act of the Undercity to remain in the lanes, Jinx the prodigy of Silco, and Ekko completely alone in the Lanes. Silco keeps reminding Jinx, especially when Vi returns, that no one from her old life will care for her. He compares his and Vander’s fallout to Powder’s and Vi’s, pushing this narrative that it’s them against the world. Telling her to bury Powder, and that Vi has not returned for her but for the hextech crystal.

Character Mirrors/Foils:

Metal / Nature

Silco’s / Vander’s Image

Raven / Firelight

Past / Future

Isolation / Community

Jinx stuck in the past with her ghosts and her mistakes and Ekko forced to grow up faster and choosing to become a caretaker of those who can’t defend themselves. (Becomes a protector like Vander had once been, that Vi had been.) He puts all his efforts into making a safe haven for those impacted by Silco’s gangs and shimmer products, and he wants to build a community that supports a better tomorrow.

“It’s not enough to give people what they need to survive; you have to give them what they need to live.”

Ekko is still quite young and yet he chose a role of helping those around him and created a positive community, while Jinx became more and more of Slico’s tool, of learning his beliefs and violence. (S1E6: Silco’s outburst after Vi and Cait escape in season 1, wonder how many times he did the same thing in front of her. Also him referring to Jinx as the prize of Vander’s kids, like he is fully aware of Jinx’s genius mind and engineering skills.) Jinx often being depicted alone in her hanger, talking to her ghosts. Jinx feeding into her own insecurities and feeling that she has to prove herself to Silco and be useful in a way she had not been seen as powder in their family group. Her disregard for the damage Slico brings to the lanes with shimmer and her blowing up the building during progress day in Piltover not concerned with who gets hurt. Ekko and his firelights becoming antagonists to shimmer verses Jinx and Slico’s forces as they protect the products.

Further the visual imagery and visual parallels between them are so interesting.

[pictures above from twitter account: @Chi11in_Like_a]

So I believe that Ekko and Jinx have this strong connection to one another, even more so with learning about the cut scene from season 1, and Ekko is going to pull on that more so than ever. The writers confirm: They “saw” each other during that still moment on the bridge, the children they used to be. They were not enemies, they were not on opposing sides, they did not want to kill the other. Their expressions in this scene when time slows, it kills me. Of course, the scene plays out, Jinx uses a sneak attack and everything blows up in their faces. Ekko gets this look of shock on his face as he looks between the bomb and Jinx, and my heart breaks. Jinx nearly dies from this (this is one of many times that she is entirely careless with her own life), Ekko is hurt for the remainder of the season. But the moment of recognition, of their childhood games, of them laughing, of the sullen ash atmosphere of the bridge being met with both of them falling into old patterns. The mood shifted entirely, elevated by the music. The music in this show never stops amazing me.

I do not remember if I looked deeper into Jinx’s reckless tendencies in season 1, but this year on my several rewatches, I have definitely noticed. She is not afraid of dying, she’s not afraid of getting hurt. As powder, she was so scared of fighting and of getting injures, throwing the haul from the over city into the river to get away from an attacker. Jinx does not care if she dies. I think she assumes that she is too far gone, that no one can help her. I think she believes no one is willing to try. After watching Vi race back to Cait on the bridge when Marcus betrays them and shoots Ekko, Jinx sees her only remaining blood leaving her again. (S1:E7) Season 2 episode 3 fight between Vi and Jinx, crushes me. Her encouraging Vi to go through with killing her, her guilt over what happened to their family.

Back to season 2, Jinx gets away from Warwick, from Vi, and hides out alone and emotionally distraught. (Ella Purnell’s performance blows me away, the guttural screams and cries make me want to sob.) Jinx is at a breaking point, I think she has made it back to her lair, and the ghosts are back in full force. The neon paint and the dolls of her family, the dark empty hanger around her. Jinx will hear Silco again. “Have you had enough?” Her belief that she can only break things and makes everything worse being heightened by Warwick/Vander returning, after starting to build connection and bond with Isha and Sevika. Having Isha’s protection and admiration uplifting Jinx in a way she never expected, and then to have this relapse and massive reminder of her past mistake. Her being responsible for both Vander’s and Silco’s deaths, that Isha and everyone close to her will meet that same fate. Despite Sevika and Jinx finding common ground, I do not believe Sevika would be the person to help her in this situation. She’s bleeding out and heavily wounded, she is alone, she’s at rock bottom in the way she was when everything happened that night. Jinx looks over the edge of the turbine blade. Jinx looks at her pistol.

Cold metal brushes her temple.

Ekko finds her.

I think Ekko will bring her back from the edge. He will be a voice of reason and comfort despite everything they’ve gone through, because of it. Because despite the deaths and Silco and shimmer, he still sees her. The child who only ever wanted to help her family. Despite what he told Vi, the implication that his denial pushed him forward, that Jinx isn’t Powder anymore. But Ekko still sees his childhood friend, and grieves her. He misses his friend.

Tell me this shot from the trailer does not scream that he wants to help Jinx? Really gonna live up to the nickname.

(The strand of blue hair on the left side of the scene.) I fully believe Ekko is talking to Jinx. The last episode of Act 2 is going to be their conversation, and it will end right before we see what is Jinx’s final decision.

He will help her, if she allows herself to accept help. To understand that there are people from her old life that do still care for her. To have no one in the lanes that understood her, that knew her and what she’s done, and for him to reach out a hand first. Isha and Sevika are closer to Jinx than anyone currently, but neither of them know everything or share history in the same way. Ekko will be the one to try to mend this rift. Multiple times the show has demonstrated how kind and generous Ekko is. (Refusing to turn away refugees in the undercity, of giving Hemidinger a chance). If she accepts his help, he can heal her physical wounds and they can start healing her emotional wounds.

Dark thoughts of the end, of ending one’s self, is such a heavy thing to cope with. I want Jinx to have someone on her side, for them to support her through it. She is such a well written character and the way they have showed her mental health struggles. I hope her arc becomes more hopeful.

Act 3:

Ekko will help Jinx fix Fishbones, she’ll dawn hourglass symbols, and work together eventually with Vi again. Maybe, finding common enemies and allies, fighting alongside each other. Zuan’s revolution vs Piltover. Jinx will see Isha again, being the guardian she herself needed when she was growing up. Learning forgiveness for herself and others. Talking things out, and not being interrupted.

Jinx’s healing journey!

I’m very excited for the rest of this season. These two are my favs. (I could be very wrong and none of this is on track, but this is apart of the intrigue of getting invested where characters stories go. Theorizing about what is going on, where the characters will end up.)

- If Timebomb talks to one another I will be over the moon. Years of crumbs lol.

- The fact there is a song named “My Dearest/Best Enemy” [I’m like 67% it is a Timebomb song]

[knoepfl]

|\\Worth Something//|

Characters: - Mylo  - Vi  - Powder (Jinx)  - S/O (Mylo’s love interest) 

Trigger Warnings:  - Mild angst  - Insecurity and self-doubt  - Comfort themes 

Masterlist

Words: 770

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The underground hideout was unusually quiet tonight. Vi was out on some scouting errand, and Powder had fallen asleep on her pile of scrap inventions in the corner. Mylo sat on an old wooden crate, hunched over with his elbows on his knees, glaring down at the empty floor. 

Even with the silence, his mind wouldn't stop buzzing. It was like a storm he couldn't shut off—thoughts of every snide remark, every time someone dismissed him, every way he fell short.

"Vi’s got it handled."  "Powder’s more useful than you think, Mylo."  "Why do you always mess things up?" 

He picked at the fraying thread on his sleeve, jaw clenched as the words echoed in his head. No matter how hard he tried, it always felt like he was the one holding the group back. Vi was the strong leader, Powder the brainy little tinkerer, and then there was Mylo—just… Mylo.

“What good am I, anyway?”

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the soft footsteps until a familiar voice broke through his spiral. 

“Mylo? You okay?” 

He looked up and saw S/O standing in the doorway, concern etched on their face. They always had this way of sneaking up on him—quiet and observant, like they could read his mind without him even saying anything. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Mylo muttered, slumping further into himself. “I’m fine.” 

S/O stepped closer, their gaze soft but steady. “You sure? You’ve been sitting there for a while.” 

Mylo huffed, trying to brush off the worry in their voice. "What, you gonna start nagging me too? Like I don’t get enough of that from Vi." He crossed his arms, but his usual bite lacked its usual fire. 

S/O didn’t bite back or pull away like others did when he got prickly. Instead, they crouched in front of him, close enough that he had no choice but to meet their eyes. 

"Mylo," they said gently. "Talk to me." 

He tried to look away, but S/O cupped his cheek, grounding him in place. Their touch was warm, a reminder that someone cared enough to see past his defenses. 

Mylo swallowed hard. "It’s just..." He trailed off, kicking at a piece of dirt on the floor. "I dunno. Everyone’s got their thing, you know? Vi’s strong, Powder’s smart, and I’m just... me." His voice cracked, frustration bubbling to the surface. "I try, but I still screw everything up." 

S/O’s heart clenched at his words. Mylo always masked his feelings with sarcasm, but they knew how deeply he felt things—how much it hurt him to think he didn’t measure up. 

"You’re not *just* you, Mylo," they said firmly, brushing their thumb along his cheek. "You’re quick, you’re sharp, and you care more than you let on. The others might not say it, but they need you." 

He snorted bitterly. "Yeah, right. They need me like they need a hole in the head." 

S/O sighed but didn’t let go of him. "You know what I see when I look at you?" 

Mylo tilted his head, a flicker of curiosity cutting through his doubt. "What?" 

"I see someone who’s always there, even when things get rough. Someone who fights harder than anyone gives him credit for. Someone who’s good enough—just the way he is." 

The words hit Mylo harder than he expected. No one had ever said something like that to him before—not Vi, not Vander. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he’d ever let himself believe it. 

For a moment, all he could do was stare at them, the lump in his throat making it impossible to speak. Then, before he could second-guess himself, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against theirs. 

"Thanks," he mumbled, his voice rough but sincere. "I, uh... I needed that." 

S/O smiled softly, their hand moving to the back of his neck, fingers playing with the messy strands of his hair. "I’ve got you, Mylo. Always." 

For the first time in what felt like forever, Mylo let himself relax. He leaned into their touch, soaking up the warmth and comfort he never let himself ask for. 

"Think you could stick around for a bit?" he asked quietly, his usual bravado slipping away. 

S/O grinned, their thumb tracing soothing circles along the back of his neck. "As long as you need." 

They sat there in comfortable silence, Mylo resting against them as the weight of his insecurities slowly began to lift. For once, he didn’t feel like he had to prove anything. He didn’t need to be better or stronger or smarter. 

He just needed to be himself. 

And that was enough. 

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Author’s Note: If anyone has a request or a question, I’m always open for them! I love writing Mylo, and I hope this story gave him the love and care he deserves. Thank you so much for reading! 

[catofoldstones]

The Ashford Theory and my patience running thin

Welcome, welcome my guys, gals and non-binary pals, to another scream into the void that the Ashford theory is, in fact, very jonsa

On to the arguments!

1. The suitor has to have the correct last name, not family, look at Joffrey Baratheon, you stupid jonsa

Hypothesis - the suitor has to have the corresponding name, not family, and because Jon is a Snow he’s out of the running. The other prong is fAegon who is actually a Blackfyre and not Targeryen, who can also be the suitor.

Thesis - Joffrey is the only other suitor to have a different name. Joffrey and Jon have also been set up as foils from the start of AGOT. Joffrey is a bastard masquerading as the rightful king and Jon is the rightful king (thrice crowned) masquerading as a bastard. It makes sense that they are the only two suitors to have the wrong name as this establishes them as inverses in another way. The last suitor being the foil of the horrible first suitor thereby showing character growth, and plot progression and resolution? Count me in.

As for Young Griff being a Blackfyre, here’s a meta or two, maybe even an argument, for him being the real Aegon VI Targaryen but take my personal fav evidences of Tyrion figuring out that Young Griff is Aegon VI Targaryen and then, Varys literally telling a dying Kevan Lannister about the true Targaryen prince and why would you lie to a dying man? How does that serve your purpose?

This is literally grrm telling us who Young Griff actually is, though this does not count him I out of the contenders, it reduces the weight of him being the fifth suitor, due to story arcs and well, his doomed fate.

Conclusion - While Aegon VI is a strong contender, there is much, much more literary weight and nuance with Jon being the Targaryen suitor.

2. Lady Ashford was not crowned the Queen of Love and Beauty by any champion!!! Take that jonsas

Hypothesis - tQoLaB is a title analogous to a betrothal/love interest

Thesis - there have been no allusions to the title of tQoLaB while trying to foreshadow a relationship, except for a really, really bad one (r + l) that plunged the whole realm into a civil war and we should not take that as a good sign

Conclusion - we’re grasping at straws here besties

3. Dunk disrupted the Ashford Tourney, therefore Sxndxr will disrupt Sansa’s prospects and other things

Hypothesis - Dunk & Sxndxr are are analogous and since there was no conclusion to the Tourney we can safely assume that it’s sxnsxn foreshadowing

Thesis - Brienne is the Dunk asoiaf corollary, not Sxndxr. Brienne is theorized to be Dunk’s descendant. She even has her shield painted like Dunk’s, apart from their striking character parallels and being a true foil to all the other knights in the story. Mr. Gravedigger is just tall :/

“Your door reminded me of an old shield I once saw in my father’s armory.”

Brienne II, AFFC

Brienne has Dunk���s shield in her family home possibly because she’s a descendant of Dunk but then goes ahead and gets her shield painted exactly like this one

“[The painted shield] was more a picture than a proper coat of arms, and the sight of it took her back through the long years, to the cool dark of her father’s armory. She remembered how she’d run her fingertips across the cracked and fading paint, over the green leaves of the tree, and along the path of the falling star.”

Brienne II, AFFC

Secondly, just because the tourney did not have a (satisfactory) conclusion does not mean that the tourney did not exist to serve a purpose. I doubt grrm would likely give out his whole story as early as 1998.

Conclusion - BRIENSA 4eva!!!!!

4. Valarr Targaryen died of a sickness and Aegon VI is doomed to die and is connected to a sickness, are you looking at the nerves popping out of my thick, brainy skull

Thesis - the fifth suitor is 100% Aegon and there’s no one else

Hypothesis - there is a Targaryen.. currently dead.. in the books… (thnk u @istumpysk for ur galaxy brain). The plague in the story serves to connects Aegon more to Dany than to a northern girl he doesn’t know about and might not like since she’s a Stark and his mother is Elia Martell.

Conclusion - jonsa

5. This is all a coincidence & u jonsas are reaching as always

Hypothesis - though george is known to tie every deep end, every crack theory, even farfetched ones that the readers have not caught, this one thing completely skipped his notice because exceptions are always there

Thesis - yes, because this is acotar & not asoiaf and he’s not grrm, i am

Conclusion - JONSAAAAAAAAAAAA

[ashiemochi]

anubussy - vi

✠ Anubussy ↳ sorry, i don't want your touch ↳↳ it's not that i don't want you

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, more angst, gore, longer smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

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The Han girl was sitting next to DC with Maria and a brunette with short hair across from them.

DC was silently reading his hardcover book, brown eyes trailing over the words. Nadia was just as quiet, leaning on her knees and using her arms as leverage. Both are in their tactical gear, an eye-catchy Earth emblem on their shoulder with BSAA written across in the centre.

The stranger had her leg crossed over the other, arms folded against her chest. She wore a white shirt with green long sleeves pushed up to her forearm. A red undershirt peeked from the collar, tucked into her dark jeans reaching her mid-calf. 

She also wore a white vest, probably a bulletproof shield, and had an intercom radio over her left shoulder. Finally, black combat boots.

So Ah had her hands on her lap, head tilted down to keep her cinnamons on her nervous ministrations twisting and rubbing the ring around her finger. She had absolutely no clue what to expect out of this. 

The aircraft was en route to Colorado – that was where Leon was spending his vacation days. From what she heard, it was a nice and quaint hotel; cheap but the drinks weren’t. Not much of a problem for someone who’s got a mansion back in DC. 

She deeply hoped… She didn’t know what she was hoping for. She can’t expect something good out of what she had done to him or anyone else for that matter. They say; Every action has a consequence. 

She didn’t want to deal with this consequence. It scared her.

Damn Piers.

Glancing up at Chris’ team, the Silver Daggers, she wondered if they knew about what she’s been up to. They greeted her the same when she boarded the aircraft. She even earned a brief hug from Nadia and a pat on the back from DC. Damian did throw a comment about how he’d hug her but the aircraft can’t fly itself.

They were treating her like she hadn’t done anything. Was it possible that the BSAA was keeping everything a secret to not cause unnecessary chaos within its soldiers?

Or did they know but didn’t want to bother?

What was happening? Why weren’t they being passive-aggressive with her?

She murdered those men in cold blood. 

Yet every time So Ah catches Nadia’s eyes, she only receives a small reassuring smile.

The girl turned her head to DC, watching him read before she spoke with a subtle amused smile on her face, “I can’t believe you can read a book at a time like this.”

DC trailed his eyes up to her for a moment, not moving his head from the direction of the book, “Huh?”

“I guess it’s one way to pass the time.”

DC nodded at her words and finally looked up at her, “Well, someone once said; Knowledge is Power.”

“Francis Bacon.” The girl revealed the name of the author, subtly snapping her fingers.

So Ah’s brows twitched, blinking when DC cracked a smile and shut the book, setting it aside. DC and his love for finding intellectual people.

“It only takes one bullet to bring your enemy down,” He leaned onto his knees, a glint in his eyes, “But with knowledge, you can defeat all evil.”

The brunette grinned, nodding in agreement. She caught So Ah’s eyes on her but the latter quickly avoided it. 

“Hey, is it true what they say?” Nadia asked, “You switched from special ops to science geek?”

“Mhm.” The girl hummed, seemingly happy with her choice.

“Man, the BSAA’s chock-full of people with weird resumes.” Nadia chuckled, “Bet you were pretty brainy to start with. So, why’d you switch?”

Thank god for talkative people, So Ah thought. She was never good with starting conversations – Hell, she really didn’t know who the girl was. She wanted to, though. She seemed super sweet.

“That’s a story,” She sighed heavily, unfolding her arms, “I used to be a medic in the S.T.A.R.S Unit in Raccoon City.”

Oh.

“I guess, in a way, I’ve always been interested in medical science,” She continued, “Then one day, I decided to make it my duty to stop people from abusing it.”

“I thought, here are these corporations run by scum, preying on the weak. They’re like a disease on humanity. I want to find a cure, same as Chris.” A little playful smile made itself known on her lips, “The difference is, he uses his brawn while I use my brain.”

The Han girl couldn’t help but let a faint giggle slip through her lips, catching the girl’s attention.

“So, brains and brawns working together to save humanity.” Damian’s teasing voice came from the intercoms, “What do you think your chances are?”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Damian?” She asked into her radio.

“Nothing.” Damian said, “It’s just, like, uh, what if this disease don’t got no cure?”

DC shook his head, looking over at the girl, “The assholes we’re after, they treat life and death like they shooting craps.” He spat, disgust in his tone, “Bunch of dicks.”

So Ah stiffened at this, trailing her eyes back to her ring. The gloves she wore were off, resting on her lap along with her hands. The girl kept her eyes on her, now realizing she hadn’t spoken a word.

Much even introduced herself. Chris told her about the South Korean girl and her involvement with the H-Outbreak. That was about it.

“Hey,” 

So Ah looked up at the girl, surprise evident on her face at the acknowledgement, who spoke, “I’m Rebecca, what’s your name?”

She clearly didn’t expect yet another conversation, seeing how Nadia’s and DC’s eyes were on her – not out of spite. They too realized she hadn’t spoken a word; not since they picked her up.

“Oh, uhm,” So Ah cleared her throat, “It’s So Ah.”

“Are you–”

“From the Han family? Yeah,” She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest for comfort, “Green Life and all.”

Rebecca blinked before laughing faintly, shaking her head, “No, I know. Chris told me about you.” 

So Ah looked back at her, curious but she only held a friendly smile, “I was gonna ask if you’re okay.”

“Oh…” Her face heated up and her hands clenched the sleeves of her jacket, “Yeah… Sorry, yeah, I’m okay.”

“Love what you’ve done with your hair,” Nadia nodded at her with a similar smile, “I’ve never seen it tied before.”

So Ah giggled a bit, releasing her jacket to run her hand through her high ponytail, and brushed her finger over the golden hair tie, “Thank you, it’s been a hassle with it dropping to my eyes.”

Her curtain bangs were still hanging there and she hoped her attire was suitable enough to cover the terrible bruise decorating the back of her neck. She wasn’t turning her head much to avoid DC spotting the change of colour on her skin.

“Now those beautiful eyes are clear to see, eh Mija?” Damian flirted, making her snort.

“Careful there, Damian.” DC chimed up, chuckling, “She’s got a ring on her.”

So Ah’s lighthearted mood instantly faltered at that.

“Yeah,” Nadia joined in with a chuckle, “That’s Mrs Kennedy right there.”

Chris, despite being next to Damian at the controls, was quick to notice So Ah’s sudden silence.

He peered over at his team with a grin to change the topic, “Hey, I just realized DC and Damian aren’t talking about Breaking Bad for once.”

“Hey,” DC pointed at him with a light glare, “Don’t go there, Chris.”

“Yo, that shit’s ahead of its time.” Damian shoved him slightly.

Nadia laughed a bit, “It’s a goddamn masterpiece.”

The tension eased up when Chris gave So Ah a subtle nod. A silent relax. 

After all, it’s been a while since she’d been gone, and surprisingly – she never kept count.

✠✠

Rocky Mountains Colorado, United States.

The empty glass clunk on the wooden table next to an almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels. A gruff sigh emitted from the DSO man, he went to pour the last few drops.

Every day was the goddamn same. He reminisced her touches and all the missions he’d always come out unscathed – and the government doesn’t give a shit about his state. Their priority was that he was physically well to do his job.

With his mental health worsening and deteriorating by the minute, alcohol never tasted so good. Having killed his resurrected teammate at the morgue, the rest of his unit woke up, snarling and growling for flesh within their body bags.

He wasn’t even sure what to hope for anymore – or whatever was left of it.

Leon took out his phone to try and take his mind off of his state of mind. The screen lit up to his lock screen – it was a picture of her. 

It was one of their slow days when both didn’t have anything better to do. She was exploring a new technique of painting with her canvas on the ground and leaning against the wall. She was sitting in front of it but looking at him in surprise, caught off guard by having the camera on her.

Her long bangs were dangling down to frame her soft features. The sun of the golden hour was hitting her on all the right sides, bringing out the delicate hues of her cherry lips and cinnamon eyes. 

The paint was coating her hands and some were wiped on her face. 

Leon’s eyes stung at the sight of the month on his screen; AUGUST.

The same month when he first met her. The same month when his heart had skipped a beat for the first time when she’d offer him a smile or even just glance at him. The same month where he thought fighting the BOWs was worth it for someone like her – he’d fight day and night just to keep her innocence alive.

Out of all the Augusts that he had her presence around, this one specifically made him want to rip out his heart and sleep it off. Whether forever or not, all Leon wanted was to stop feeling this way. He missed everything about her. 

Did he not give her enough love?

To avoid yet another breakdown, Leon shoved his phone back into his pocket, now with an even worse feeling. It contradicted his initial plan, but what can he do; the mission in DC was the perfect example. Nothing ever goes according to his plan.

“This is for you…” Leon lowered his eyes down to the honey colour of his whiskey, muttering to his wife in his mind, “... If you’re even alive.”

Downing the last drops, two pairs of boot-steps entered the bar but he wasn’t aware of a third one. His azures barely moved much to peer at them.

“Careful you don’t scare the locals.” Leon spoke dryly, “Your stealth’s for shit.”

Chris frowned deeply, “It’s a little early to be that deep in the bottle, Leon.”

Leon moved back to look over at him properly but he was suddenly thrown back to a certain day in August. 

✠✠

The woman he married was partially behind Chris, her unsure eyes connecting with his as she stepped away from using the boulder puncher as her little hiding place.

So Ah found herself frozen in place when Leon straightened up, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of her. His hand visibly clenched, as if holding something back. 

To him, she was still the same but her eyes seemed haunted by something he couldn’t quite pinpoint. It was like a dream come true. That was what scared him. What if he was a little too drunk that this was a hallucination?

Noticing how Chris stepped aside a little to not shield her, he knew this was real. 

So very fucking real – and Jesus fucking Christ did he want to just–

To her, Leon changed. His hair had gone darker and possibly even longer. It covered his right eye and cheekbone, ticking the skin of his cheek with the tips of its fringes. His stubble was a bit overgrown, contrasting greatly with the well-kept look he’d usually go for.

He wore a black leather motorcycle jacket that hugged his form with two long white stripes on both sleeves over a dark navy blue shirt. For pants, he went for dark-washed jeans and burnt oak-coloured boots – and of course, his signature fingerless gloves.

But his eyes, to her, were just the same – haunted by something she knew what it was.

Yet, for both of them, their hearts pounded in a similar rhythm. 

So Ah didn’t know what to say nor what to expect he would say.

“Well, look who it is,” A sarcastic glee became apparent in his iceice eyes, hiding his vulnerability, “The BSAA’s golden boy, the Han, and Doctor High Hopes.”

She did not expect that.

His facade dropped, not even bothering to hide his tired state, as he asked, unbothered, “The hell do you want?”

“I got a job.” Chris said, “We need your help.”

Leon let out an incredulous chuckle, his eyes snapping to So Ah’s for a split second before he turned to his glass, “I’m on vacation.”

Rebecca looked over at So Ah and held her arm gently, frowning lightly as she offered some sort of comfort. So Ah barely looked at her, as if ashamed, and avoided Chris’ eyes checking on her. 

“Let’s talk about Los Illuminados,” Rebecca broke the silence now, speaking as she walked over to an unoccupied table to set her suitcase then approached him, “Remember the type of B.O.Ws they were using?”

“That’s so long ago, I don’t remember.” Leon answered, not bothering to even look up.

Chris got closer from the other side as So Ah hesitated, moving to stand next to the spruce wooden pillar. 

“So, what? You’re just gonna sit around here another week and do nothing?” Chris retorted, narrowing his eyes.

Leon barely shrugged, “I never plan that far ahead.”

So Ah perked up at the footsteps behind her and looked over her shoulders, seeing the bartender was returning to her post. 

Leon waved his arm, voice coming out a bit slurred, “Hey. Another bottle here.”

The lady went to approach them but Chris stopped her, “Cancel that.”

Leon furrowed his brows and turned to face Chris, “Hey, who the hell do you–”

“Enough!” Chris barked, slamming his hand on the table, “Alright?”

Leon stared at him, glowering as he lowered his voice into a growl, “What do you want, Redfield?”

“What do you want, Leon?” Chris shot back.

Leon huffed, reaching into his back pocket. He pulled out a silver flask, maintaining eye contact like a child challenging his own parents, and uncapped it. 

Before he could take a sip, tongue darting outside slightly, Chris grabbed his arm with a glare.

“Cut the shit.” The BSAA operator snapped.

So Ah decided to swallow her anxiety and step in – that was why Chris brought her here anyway.

“Guys, come on.” She started and Leon took his arm out of Chris’ grip, snapping his azure eyes to hers – seemingly softening at hearing her voice for the first time in months.

“Leon, just give Chris a chance.” She continued, “He really needs you–”

That softness dissipated just as quickly as it arrived.

“No, no. You don’t have a say in this.” Leon shook his hand at her, voice heavy with anger and grief, “You shouldn’t even be here.”

“Hey!” Chris interrupted but that didn’t stop Leon.

“No, because why is she here? She made her choice running away from all of this a year ago.” Leon spat, “So, why the hell would you drag her back into this?!”

Chris’ eyes sharpened as he took another step but So Ah raised her hand a bit to stop him.

“It’s okay, he’s right.” She assured then sighed, taking her seat on the chair close to him, as she gazed into his eyes, “I have no right being here, not after what I’ve done to you – but I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t serious. Leon, you don’t have to do this for me – do it for them.”

“And I promise, after this is all over, you won’t see me again.” Her words – those words – made his eyes shake for a split second, “They just need intel, that’s all.”

Leon stayed silent, looking over at Rebecca and then Chris. He scoffed lightly, shaking his head as he looked back at his wife again. She wasn’t serious about leaving again without explanation – was she?

“What intel?”

Chris gave So Ah a subtle nod of approval and she felt she could finally breathe again. He moved to get Rebecca’s laptop from its case as the girl sat next to So Ah, offering her a quick gentle smile. 

This time, she returned it just as faintly. 

Electric shock spread throughout her whole body when her knee brushed Leon’s and she instantly straightened up. Leon didn’t move his knee away, tilting his head to look at her with a look she couldn’t read.

So Ah spared him a small apologetic look. She did her little task of getting him to listen to them – the social battery in her needed to recharge to think of what else would she tell him.

She missed him – so very much.

[moonrevolutions]

vi really do be dodging men that are also visual artists, poets, etc. he'll date musicians. but that's where he draws the line............... lol. like hes already The Artist™ in the relationship.... u can't also be bitin his flavor and trying to occupy the same spot.

also personality wise they just never mesh, he just cant do it lol..... hes always going for people who sit on the opposite spectrum..... like criminals or brainy men or athletes. he likes chefs too because cookin for a living isnt for the faint of heart.

i mean with artists he'll make exceptions. but still..!

[emersonfreepress]

Are there any disparities between whether the ROs consider themselves intelligent vs whether their peers generally think they're intelligent? I.e. Rain thinks they're pretty smart because of their fashion and language knowledge but their classmates think they're kind of an airhead because they don't have good grades or something like that? Also I hope this autumn is treating you well! I've already gotten sick...

(attempting to clean up drafts and the inbox for the new year! expect a lot of old ass asks like this one)

hope you're feeling better! esp by now lol i think i was also down with something when you sent this 😅 I won't touch on what they think of their own intelligence because I think that sort of thing will quickly become apparent through interacting with them.

Gabe is smart, but classmates don't pay it as much attention as you'd expect once you know his academic performance. It's not what he's popular for and he doesn't want to be popular for it. It's hard to miss that he is a bit of a teacher's pet, though.

Kile is not thought of as smart because their reputation has nothing to do with their grades or intelligence. Emerson's def one of those places where people are quick to equate violence with brainlessness. Teachers think that they're smart but historically have not been inclined (or willing lbh) to try to take them under their wing.

Jack has his academic strengths and weaknesses like any average student does. Perceived pretty neutral in this category!

Jessie has been the brainy girl with her hand raised first since elementary school 😆 She's usually got the right answer too. Definitely thought of as smart by peers and grown-ups.

Most people can't get a read on Rain and no one knows them well enough to know how poor their academic performance is. Some folks assume the weird, quiet one is probably smart; some folks have seen Rain at summer school or have had the misfortune of doing a team project with them 😆

People forget R is smart but a reminder will come every so often in the form of them acing a test most people struggled with or going off on someone who pisses them off. Forgetting R is smart is usually how people end up on their shit list 😃

Vi has always been the other brainy kid with their hand raised lightning fast — just the complete opposite of bubbly 😂 They also don't raise their hand if they aren't sure they'll get something right, unlike Jessie. But yeah, everyone knows their smart. They've made this fact impossible to ignore, every school year, without fail!

Heidi is known to be smart (report cards don't lie) but because she's reserved and keeps to herself about it (and most things), there are some who question how true that is. She's on a bit of a pretty girl pedestal so her intelligence is regularly underrated and underestimated. Folks familiar with Heidi know that hinging any social maneuvering on the belief that she is dumb is a good way to end up humiliated!

Curt is... eh... Most people have the impression that he's a talkative ditz. His grades are great it's not like his dad would accept anything less, so this rep is earned through his persona and rumors. People running in the same circles as him know that he's smarter than he acts and pays more attention than he pretends to. He's very content with folks thinking he's an airhead, though, because it gives him, just... so many social advantages.

Some people make the assumption that ?? is at least booksmart since they attend a prestigious boarding school (and have worn glasses since childhood). Anyone who actually knows them, however, knows that is definitively not the case 😆

[supergirltastic]

too damn distracting. a karadox fanmix.

track list under cut.

i. space age love song // a flock of seagulls

i saw your eyes / and you made me smile / for a little while / i was falling in love

ii. i wanna get better // bleachers

i didn't know i was lonely 'til i saw your face / i wanna get better, better, better, better / i wanna get better / i didn't know i was broken 'til i wanted to change

iii. are you bored yet? // wallows feat. clairo

feels like i’ve known you my whole life / i can see right through your lies / i don't know where we're going / but i'd like to be by your side

iv. love you like that // dagny

i tend to avoid getting emotional / i'm not shutting you out / it's just the way i'm born / but I see myself next to you until we're old

v. chasing cars // snow patrol

i don't quite know / how to say / how i feel / those three words / are said too much / they're not enough

vi. maps // yeah yeah yeahs

wait! they don't love you like i love you

vii. the boys of summer // don henley

i see you walking real slow and / smiling at everyone / i can tell you, my love for you will still be strong / after the boys of summer have gone

viii. never really over // katy perry

two years and just like that / my head still takes me back / thought it was done, but i guess it's never really over

ix. time in a bottle // jim croce

and i've looked around enough to know / you're the one i wanna go through time with

x. you’ve haunted me all my life // death cab for cutie

and there's a flaw in my heart's design / for i keep trying to make you mine

xi. never not // lauv

for as long as i live / and as long as i love / i will never not think about you

xii. finding you // kesha

i know forever don't exist / but after this life / i'll find you in the next

* the way the songs are laid out follows the arc of their pre-crisis relationship.

** also all the songs ended up being from brainy’s pov oops.

[ask-brainysmurf]

Hello Brainy Smurf

So I have a feeling, that another Baby Smurf will be delivered somewhere, let's call it an instinct developed after being delivered two smurflings myself with a small period in between. That and because a blue moon is coming soon.

I wonder where the little smurfling will be delivered by the stork. I hope I get to meet them at least. As for why I use them, it's an old tradition from my tribe of smurfs to use gender neutral terms until a smurfling is old enough to feel and identify their gender themselves.

I am myself multiple genders, though it varies from day to day. My gender that is. Though my concept of gender is different from that of humans.

While you may think what you want about gender, to some people it's an important part of their identity, though I have known several smurfs who did not identify with any gender at all. Gender is a confusing experience for some creatures.

You'll have to excuse this short letter but Berry seems to want something. The little ones goes first.

Sincerely Herbal

Dear Herbal,

I apologize, but I was unable to get around to smurfing this letter until a letter about the infant's delivery was also sent to me. Recently, Chitter VI dropped dead and Wild Smurf decided he needed me to comfort him 24/7. I'm writing this with him snuggled up against my shoulder, and honestly, it smurfed me pretty hard, too. Chitter VI was one of the last squirrels from Chitter I's original litter, and I can still quote something Clumsy said to me the day that litter was born. Anyways, on to my response.

Where I am from, gender-neutral terms aren't very common. I once mentioned that this magical book automatically translates words written into the language the reader speaks, and my language has no neutral terms except those I'm attempting to create on my own. Thus everysmurf in my village was a "he," until Smurfette showed up. And no one really talked about it until we met the Grove girls. There are some Smurfs who do see themselves as men, some who don't see themselves as men but don't care about being called boys, some who don't see themselves as men but hate being called boys, and those who don't see themselves as men and hate being called boys by other Smurfs but will call themselves a boy if they feel like it. The reason I separated out so many categories is because I smurf the final one, and I've just realized that may be why Smurfette's such a smurf to me about gender stuff. It's incredibly likely that I called myself a boy in front of her at one point and then forgot, so now that there's actually a difference between boy Smurfs and girl Smurfs and I'm trying to say I'm neither, she thinks it's balderdash. As for the Grove Smurfs, Smurfbegonia still doesn't know what a "boy" is.

That's all I have for this reply.

Sincerely,

Brainy Smurf

[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

Gonna make full use of my ‘comic rant’ tag and roast Future State: Superwoman.

Spoilers! And yelling! Of the disgruntled kind!

So a few things at the start here: 1.) I wanted to love this book. I wanted it to be great. I wanted to give it the benefit of the doubt, in spite of some iffy stuff in the solicit text. So this rant is not coming from a place of having decided this was going to be awful ahead of time. 2.) My tolerance for bad Supergirl comics is pretty high! Takes a lot for me to actually come out and say that a particular issue is trash. Reader: This story is trash.

It’s not ‘middle-aged white guys writing/drawing a story about sending a minor to a potentially hostile planet fully nude’ trash, mind you. It’s the compost bin, rather than the landfill. Slightly nicer trash, but it still stinks to high heaven. Allow me to expand!

PROLOGUE - SUMMARY: ...I actually can’t summarize this comic b/c it would devolve into a lot of senseless yelling. We’ll just have to tease out this terrible plot as we go along. 

PART I - DEAD DOGS TELL BAD TALES: The comic opens with Kara standing at Krypto’s grave. That’s not why this comic is trash, but it bears mentioning. Because why. Why would you do this. 

PART II - IN WHICH IT ONLY GETS WORSE: So, Kara has a running inner monologue, and the main thing we gather from Kara’s thoughts is that it was Krypto who taught her to be a hero. On paper, that sounds very sweet! In practice, it reads as Kara having no moral center whatsoever—whatever good qualities she might possess, she did not learn from her parents, or her foster parents, or friends, or fellow heroes. Nor do they come from within Kara herself. Nope, t’was Krypto who taught Kara not to be a jealous rage monster. That is not hyperbole--Kara’s walking around angry about her cousin all the time and she’s like, ‘It was you, Krypto, who taught me not to judge, and to let go of anger.’ Listen, I love Krypto, but this? This is, as the youth would say, a bad look.

PART III - THOSE CERTAINLY ARE...SOME THEMES: The set-up here is that Kara is on the moon, and has established a sanctuary for alien refugees. That’s a dynamite idea! I love that! Buuuuut Kara didn’t look at the plight of alien refugees and say, ‘I want to help!’ Really, she didn’t even look at herself and say, ‘I don’t want others to feel like I’ve felt.’ No, she said, ‘Earth won’t accept me as a hero, and Clark didn’t name me protector of Earth, so. I’m out!’ (Honestly, if your moral compass is so whack that you need a dog to walk you back from Hulk-Smashing...can’t say I blame Clark for not picking you, Kara!) But apparently, the people on the moon don’t really like her either. And it is literally never explained why. There’s a whole montage of Kara fixing stuff and saving lives and all the moon folk just glare at her. This makes both the moon people AND Kara look like a**holes, because they come across as ungrateful, and she comes across as a glory hound. Thanks! I hate it! So the ‘peace’ Kara’s found on the moon isn’t really peaceful at all, cause she still resents her cousin, and people still don’t like her, in spite of the fact that she’s constantly performing acts of service for them. 

Also, side note, I’m just now realizing this is an entire population of alien refugees...and Kara is somehow still the odd one out. Like, Earth I get, because everyone else is a human and maybe freaked out by the super powers. But a bunch of aliens? WHY. Why did you do this. Why did this need to be set on the moon with alien refugees if you’re not going to interrogate Kara’s identity as an alien refugee herself AND all of the aliens are inexplicably humanoid in appearance and utterly ordinary in terms of power levels.  

Like. This is not the CW show, where they have a budget, and a huge ensemble cast to serve. YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE. AAARRRRRGHHHH.

PART III CONT’D: There’s also this weird ‘birthright’ element introduced...like, Clark and Jon stole Kara’s ‘right’ to be earth’s defender which is...a terrible reading of Kara’s modern origin. It brings in the idea that Kara is a ‘chosen one’ and because she didn’t get to be that chosen one, all of her hero work is for nothing. Never mind the whole central conceit of what makes Clark and Kara heroic...that they have this incredible power, and choose to do good with it. Nah...it’s all about her ‘right’ to protect the people of Earth! And mean ol’ Clark took that away! THANKS. I HATE IT. 

PART IV - A POOR USE OF SPACE: So, all of the Future State books kind of struggle with the issue of too much exposition, which is understandable. They have to introduce an entirely new status quo in a very limited amount of literal page space, so you *really* have to have a handle on how you allocate your time and focus.  

Introducing a brand new, lore-heavy heroic character who gets all of the development and dynamic art and pulls focus away from the character you’re meant to be writing is a bad use of a two issue limited series.

Like, this is a crappy Supergirl comic but it’s a great backdoor pilot for a Lynari ongoing, I guess. 

Imagine if in the Jon Superman book, they introduced a random, brand new best friend for Jon, and he got the big character arc instead of Jon. That’s something you save for an arc in an ongoing title, NOT A TWO ISSUE EVENT COMIC.  

Back to said new character, there’s a lot of forced attempts to parallel Kara and Lynari, but Lynari’s backstory is so confusing, rushed, and poorly explained that it’s like: okay, they’re both...angry? And the moon jerks hate them? ...uh. Okay.

(I’m gonna bring back my ‘why is this set on the moon, even’ question so that my ‘poor use of space’ header becomes a better joke.) 

PART V - I'M HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO...B/C THERE SURE AIN’T ONE HERE: I’ve already mentioned that Krypto was apparently Kara’s conscience so when Lynari’s aunt arrives to...kill them? (again, everything about Lynari’s backstory is rushed and poorly explained) Kara gets real mad and basically pulls a Gothel: ‘You want me to be the bad guy? Fine! Now I’m the bad guy.’ But thank goodness Lynari is there to tell Kara no! Don’t murder the giant aunt eel! Lynari then steals Kara’s powers and gives up the swamp jewel that’s been hidden inside their body and now their aunt is less murder-y!

WOW. Couldn’t even give the big damn hero moment to Kara in her own book, huh?

So the day is saved. It takes Kara a while to regain her powers, and it’s only then, when she’s no longer ‘above’ the moon jerks, that they’re like, ‘oh, we like her!’ There is a bit of narration about how that attitude is awful. But that narration is provided by Lynari. See, the inner monologue is no longer Kara’s thoughts, but rather it has switched to Lynari’s point of view. They’re telling us this story. And do you know why?

PART VI - WHY THIS COMIC *SUCKS*: KARA DIES. SHE’S THE FRIGGIN’ ‘SECOND GRAVE’ OF THE TITULAR ‘TWO GRAVES’

Fudge this comic to heck.

See, Kara dies on the moon, presumably of old age. She’s buried next to Krypto. And this random character who we’re suddenly supposed to care about tells us her story. Not Clark. Not the Danvers. Not Brainy. Not even one of the supporting cast members from her solo title. No one from Kara’s life is mentioned at all, save for Jon and Clark, and they’re pretty much relegated to flashbacks of Kara punching them. 

PART VII - TIME TO COMPARE DEATHS, I GUESS: First and foremost can I just say that I hate that’s a sentence that I’m typing about Kara in the year of our lord, 2021. But okay: Kara’s big famous death in Crisis stopped the entire DC universe cold. Everyone paused in the middle of the destruction of the multiverse to mourn her loss and honor her (GENUINELY HEROIC) sacrifice. Clark and Barbara--two established characters with a strong connection/relationship to Kara--offered lovely eulogies. 

This one: Kara gets to die of old age in obscurity after a lifetime of striving to be recognized and only achieving it by de-powering and serving a population of jerks. 

Not the warm and fuzzy ending you think it is!

(Meanwhile, Clark lives for millennia and spawns an entire dynasty of Els, all of ‘em out there, protecting the cosmos. I was looking forward to House of El in the hopes of maybe seeing some Kara stuff but NOPE. Thanks to Superwoman, we’re probably not gonna see any future Kara stuff beyond this! G R E A T)

And like, the argument could be made that this ending makes Kara happy. This is the life she chooses! She wants to be alone and garden on the moon! Except, we get zero insight from Kara regarding the remainder of her life. We only have Lynari’s narration and some montage shots...nearly all of which focus on other characters. But honestly, even if we did get Kara’s side of things, I doubt it would shed much light on her feelings, bEEECAUSE...

PART VIII - SUPER BLAND: This Kara really has no personality outside of ‘detached and vaguely bitter.’ I like Sauvage, I think she’s an incredibly talented artist, but here, Kara is stiff and her expression often reads as aloof. She’s very pretty, but it comes at the expense of being expressive. (And I know Sauvage can do expressive stuff...because Lyanari gets to be expressive.) Like...I love that shojo manga vibe but this is a Kara devoid of spark and warmth. 

...Like...Melissa Benoist’s portrayal of Kara is right there... 

I’ve already sort of touched on this but her inner monologue doesn’t have much personality either. She’s just parroting the same, ‘I need to do as Krypto taught me!’ nonsense for both issues. Until, of course, we shift to Lynari’s narration, and lose Kara’s thread entirely. 

PART IX - LET’S WRAP THIS UP: This book frustrates me to no end because it had a lot of stuff going for it. It’s got a female writer and artist--still a rarity for the Supergirl book--it’s a limited series mostly free of continuity and character baggage, and it’s not tied down to the grimdark cyberpunk stuff happening in the Gotham books. YOU COULD’VE DONE ANYTHING. And, once again, DC goes with a pitch that’s: Kara is angry, Kara resents Clark...and Kara dies.

It’s also happening...right as Kara has no dedicated ongoing title, the movie’s been shelved, the TV show is entering its sixth and final season, and all promotion has shifted to new CW and HBO shows. 

*screams into the void* 

MAAAAAAN I hate this book. I hate that it retroactively makes me hate the Andreyko run a little bit--a run that I took to be about a traumatized young woman forced to confront her grief, and who leans on a beloved animal companion for comfort. Here, Krypto is L I T E R A L L Y the reason Kara’s not constantly frying folks with her heat vision. 

I hate that this book has made me use the word ‘literally’ so much in this rant.

I hate that this could possibly be more in continuity than Millennium.

Remember Millennium? Where Kara was in like...five pages? And she was warm, and kind, and promised to help Rose because it was the right thing to do, and oh yes, WAS PRESIDENT OF EARTH?!??! AND A CLASSY OLD LADY!?!?!?!?! WHO WAS STILL ALIVE AND KICKIN’ IN THE FAR FLUNG FUTURE!?!?!?!?!

I hate that I’m using my lunch hour to rant about how much I hate this comic.  

I hate that DC editorial seems hell-bent on erasing the interesting aspects of Kara’s character to sand her down to ‘the angry one’ or ‘Batman 2.0′

PART X - LET’S END ON SOME (?) POSITIVES: Don’t read this book! Don’t do it! Don’t waste your time and money!

Instead, check out ANYTHING ELSE. If you want mom!Kara, read Tom Taylor’s ‘Last Daughters of Krypton’ in the DC Nuclear Winter special. If you want heroic oldlady!Kara, read Millennium. Honestly? Pick up anything by Bendis that has Supergirl in it. It is miles away better than this. You want angry Kara working through her grief? Andreyko, Red Lantern, even Infected. ANYTHING BUT THIS. HECK, grab Superman of Metropolis instead! That has bad Kara characterization but at least she doesn’t end up dead. 

Anyways. This comic is bad. I wish it wasn’t! And this is now the SECOND TIME IN A ROW that Kara’s book ends on a terrible note before the character disappears from monthly comics for an unknown period of time.  

*screams into the void again*

[docgold13]

Don't know what the proper term is but Shrinking Violet really the "Jessica Jones" of LoSH. Like she starts out as this relatively optimistic hero before tragedy strikes & she's a lot more hardened with only glimmers of coming back up.

In OG continuity she was kidnapped by Imskian rebels to probe her brain & use Yera as a decoy, The during 5YL got a lot more ridged due to the Imsk-Braal civil war.

Reboot wasn't as bad as she just gained more confidence afterwards but The whole stuff with the Emerald Eye & Mordru wasn't exactly a cakewalk.

Threeboot had her whole planet destroyed with the entire population saved by Brainy & she was essentially his secret weapon against enemies even being a rumor among Legion fans as "Atom Girl".

Fourboot's version only real tragedy is being in a terrible book & then whitewashed in Future State.

That is indeed a rough go if things for Vi….

I suppose I can see the similarities with Jess Jones in they’re both being women… but make characters in super hero comics are put through the emotional ringer all the time. At least Vi didn’t have her boyfriend/girlfriend refrigerated :/

[incandescent-creativity]

Pre-Games: Mal and Olu

Previous

V. the chariots

I twist the golden ribbons tied at my waist, tight enough to dig into the flesh of my hands. The scars from years of field work have faded thanks to whatever cream the stylists gave me, and I’m still not used to the soft skin.

“Don’t,” Mal reprimands, having noticed my nerves. “There’s no need.”

“I know, I know. I’ll mess it up.” The stylists have been very clear about leaving their work untouched.

“That’s not what I meant,” she says with a smile. How can she smile during at a time like this? “You look great. Angelic, even,” she adds with a cocked, knowing grin.

“You really think so?”

I look down at the outfit with new eyes. At first, I thought the tight yellow leather pants were gaudy, but they do balance out the creamy white shirt with gold trimming and stitching rather well. The twin stalks of grain sticking up from the headband they gave me is a little garish, but overall, I suppose the outfit isn’t bad.

Maluka’s dress, on the other hand, is stunning. It features a steep V that ends below her sternum, and the whole thing is caked with glittery diamonds that stand out against the navy blue fabric. They are scattered as the stars are in the sky. Even her earrings are crescent moons.

I don’t know why they’ve dressed us as this; something about the sun helping our fields grow, and the moon that helps the tides we use to water them.

Whatever the reason, Maluka is stunning. The confident smile she gives me when she says, “Of course I do,” is even more so.

“I suppose I’ll need to be angelic if we’re to win the hearts of the people,” I say with a sigh.

Mal climbs up into the chariot and offers me a hand. I very pointedly look up into her face and not at her chest.

“Don’t worry,” she says with a wink. “Who could ever resist us?”

For a moment, I believe her. For a second, I believe in us. We’re in for the fight of our lives, but we have been fighting our own battles for years. I have been asking why us, but perhaps a better question is:

Why not us?

I wrap her hand in mine, and she pulls me up into the chariot. I stand behind the horse draped in golds and browns, while Mal takes her place behind the one in blue and silver.

“Maluka,” I say quietly as the wheels start to move.

“Yes, angel?”

My heart flips. “They have to see us as a team, right?”

“I mean, we are a team.”

“But they don’t know that.”

I see her head turn to look up at me, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. We’re about to be in front of the Capitol, and there’s no time.

“Don’t resist,” I tell her.

“What are you talking about?”

Then we’re in the lights. The noise of the crowd envelops us, and my anxiety swells along with the volume. In such a mess, I had forgotten the effect crowds have on me. The weight of all these eyes on me—

No, not on me.

The Capitol’s eyes are on us. Maluka is here with me, standing right at my side.

She even willingly takes my hand when I slide mine down her arm. I give it one squeeze of warning before I make my move.

In one swift smooth motion, I turn Maluka towards me and hook my leg behind hers. I don’t pull her back far enough to fall, or hit her head on the chariot. I simply bend her back to cradle her in my arms and bend my head over hers to touch our foreheads together.

The crowd’s reaction is a swelling roar, but all I hear is Maluka’s sharp intake of breath.

“Holy shit, you’re strong,” she whispers.

Her observation is just candid enough to make me smile, so when I stand us back up it is with a wide grin on my face. It doesn’t even falter when Mal wraps one of her arms around my waist and pulls herself close to my side.

We stand that way until the chariots reach their destination.

VI. training

I can’t sleep the day before training.

Not because of any nerves or anything. That’s Olu’s area of expertise. Instead, my mind is stuck replaying their utter confidence in sweeping my leg to press our bodies close together. They were strong, and smooth, and their smile was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

If I didn’t know better, I’d say it’s a move they’ve pulled before. But what circumstance would have ever called for something like that?

I can’t come up with one, and my mind alternates between trying to come up with an answer and being distracted by the memory of our chariot.

When there’s a knock on my door, it’s a physical pain to drag myself up out of bed. But I do it.

It’s only when I actually get to the training room that I realize I hadn’t thought about what I’d say to my teammate when I saw them. Not that it would have mattered; I’m quite sure any words I would have prepared would have died on my tongue.

If Olufemi was a vision yesterday on the chariot, they are even more so today. It makes no sense, I know. Why would I be more attracted to them when they’re wearing a form fitting tank top that fully displays the muscles of their arms and shoulders than when they’ve been dressed to the nines by stylists?

Then they slice the throat of a training dummy open without a single change in expression, and I have to stop my jaw from dropping.

Who knew a scythe was that deadly?

I duck away before Olu can catch me ogling, and start looking around for something to distract myself with. Preferably something on the opposite side of the room from... all of that.

The opposite side of the room turns out to be survival skills. Which isn’t glamorous, but neither was my work at home. And it makes sense; if Olu is going to be our muscle, I can handle the brainy parts of survival.

So I start learning all the different ways to construct and light a fire, and how to disguise shelters, and which foods can be found in what biomes. I do this for two days, and for two days I keep a close eye on Olu.

They’re chattier than I expected them to be. I want to tell them to stop giving pointers to our competition, when those pointers could potentially help them kill us later, but I’m also very pointedly keeping my distance.

Well, I’m keeping my distance until a pair of assholes walks up to them.

I’m pretty sure it’s the Careers from District 1: Phosphene and Mahogany. I’ve never heard such pretentious names in my life, and they look like they’ve got the personalities to match.

“Well, if it isn’t our local farmer,” the female starts. She’s gotta be Phosphene—only someone with that name would have long, straightened silver-blonde hair like that.

“Hate to break it to ya, champ, but we’re gonna be a bit harder to cut down than some plants,” the male boasts.

Olu doesn’t respond, apparently opting for the “stoic silence” approach. Personally, I prefer the opposite.

“You know,” I say, walking up as casually as I can, “there’s actually quite a few species of plant that possess more strength than human bone. That’s why we made boats out of wood instead of femurs.

“Although,” I say, as if the possibility had just occurred to me, “maybe we can test that theory in the arena. Would you like to donate to the cause?”

The poor brute has no idea how to respond to my sweet smile, but the girl just rolls her eyes and turns away with a toss of platinum hair.

I wiggle my fingers in a wave that neither of them see, but that’s fine. Better to not get in a fight until I have to.

“I was handling it,” Olu says quietly.

I jump. I hadn’t even noticed them sidling closer to me to pick out a new blade to practice with.

“Yeah, I know. I just handled it first,” I respond as coolly as I can.

“Great,” they say, just as cool. “Do you want one?”

“Want one?” I repeat. “A—a dagger?”

Olu shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

I almost say, “You’re being weird,” but they’re already moving towards the targets. All I can do is look around to make sure District 1 is gone, and head to the spears.

VII. judgment

I settle onto the couch next to Maluka, who hands me a glass of some sort of bubbling, fizzing drink.

I don’t know what it is, so I simply hold it in my hand. The screen is already on, and we’re a couple of districts away from our scores. Mal still hasn’t told me what she did for her demonstration, so I haven’t been forthcoming with mine, either.

In fact, we don’t say a word to each other until our announcer brings up District 9.

“Here we go,” she says.

“Up first: Maluka Samale, with a score of... 6.”

“Damn,” she mutters, and drains the rest of her glass. That alone convinces me it’s alcoholic, and I set my own glass down gingerly.

“Hardly impressive,” I agree.

“But also slightly above average,” she counters. “I guess they weren’t impressed with my answers.”

“Your what?”

Mal waves a hand. “Oh, I just sat down and offered them the opportunity to discover my gift for strategy.”

“Is that what you call pissing off all your coworkers at least once?” I joke.

She snorts. “You know it.”

“And now, Olufemi Abdalla... who earned an 8.”

“Daaaamn,” Mal says again, only this time she’s impressed. “What did you do?”

I can only shrug. “The same thing I’ve been doing. Only I decapitated it this time instead of cutting it.”

“Holy shit,” she says, and I think it’s a compliment. “Did you do it on purpose?”

“I wasn’t trying to... avoid it,” I say.

An embellished number 10 flashes onto screen, and the two of us relax back into the couch.

“I guess they’re more impressed by brute strength than cleverness,” Mal says.

I turn my torso to look at her entirely, raising one of my eyebrows. “Am I mistaken, or is that resentment in your tone?”

“Absolutely not,” she says, deadpan. “Why would I resent you?”

I can’t name the emotion that clutches at my chest. Whatever it is, it’s cold.

“Look,” I say carefully, “if I overstepped with that move on the chariot, you should have told me sooner. You know I would have apologized.”

“What?” Maluka sounds genuinely puzzled. “No, that was... a very good move. Believe me, I’m not mad about that.”

“Well, what are you mad about?” I ask, panicked frustration creeping into my voice. Please, just tell me what’s wrong.

“Nothing!” she insists. “I just... Why were you avoiding me during training?”

Now it’s my turn for confusion. “What do you mean? You’re the one that stayed on the other side of the room.”

There is frustration on her side, too, evident in a rasping noise in the back of her throat. “Okay, so, we’re both avoidant. Do you want to team up for the interview, then?”

At least I can answer this one definitively. “Yes.”

“Great!” Mal says brightly. “How do we do that?”

VIII. the interview

By the time we’re being dressed up, we still haven’t come up with our answer.

I almost regret asking the question, to be honest. Every answer we’ve come up with has been wrong, or we feel like we could do better, or like someone else will be doing it, too.

The worst part of the whole situation is that I have a really great idea.

The only problems are: I’m not sure how to bring it up, how to phrase the question, what I’ll do if they say yes, what I’ll do if they say no, and if that’s really our best option. Oh, and I also don’t know what would happen after.

So for now, I try to focus on what’s going on right now. Namely, being dressed.

They’ve reversed our color schemes today. There was much debate about Olu’s warm undertones being ill-suited to a traditional black and white tuxedo, but I don’t know what the hell they were talking about. Olufemi is, as usual, stunning.

The blue comes in through their bowtie, and the square of fabric in their chest pocket, and the makeup on their lips and eyelids. Their eyes even get silver glitter to match the buttons and thread of the suit.

My own monkey suit is a bright yellow ballgown that reaches the floor. When I move and twirl, you can see the shiny patterns of grain sewn onto it. Getting it on was actually a surprisingly brief process; the rest of my time so far has been spent doing shit with my hair.

I hardly recognize myself when they place me in front of the mirror. The final product means half my hair is piled up into a bun, while the rest of it falls free.

Smoothing it over despite the perfection of their work, I comment, “I didn’t even know I had this much hair.”

“I think they were a bit frustrated with my lack of hair, too,” Olu confides, even though their tight, fuzzy curls are a whole different thing from my undercut.

“Yeah, but you have so much else to work with,” I point out. “I mean, how many times did they praise your long legs?”

“At least four,” they respond. “It was excessive, wasn’t it?”

“Excessive is their middle name,” I agree.

After a beat of silence, they inquire, “So, have you come up with our brilliant strategy yet?”

I sigh. “Well, I have one idea to help us stand out. But I’m not sure you’ll like it.”

“What’s that?”

Their voice is full of perfectly innocent curiosity. For some reason, it fills me with guilt.

“Never mind. Stupid idea.”

Olufemi doesn’t appreciate being dismissed. Their face drops into an unamused, flat expression. “Tell me.”

Yikes. “Okay. Okay. Sorry. I just thought we could... have our first kiss on camera?”

Their expression doesn’t change too much. Instead, their eyes slide away from mine to stare at the wall in contemplation. When they move to meet mine again, I can see that they’ve reached some sort of conclusion. I just don’t know what conclusion that is.

“You’re right,” they announce. “It’s a stupid idea.”

I don’t even know what to say. I don’t even know if I could say anything, my stomach has dropped so hard.

Taking a step closer to me, Olufemi says, “We should have our second kiss on camera.”

“Our—second?” I ask. “We haven’t even had our first. You want to spend the whole interview time making out? Because I’m not sure—”

One of their hands brushes past my jawline, against my ear to cradle the back of my skull, and I promptly shut up. It’s the same position they used to ensure I didn’t hit my head on the chariot.

And just like on the chariot, I’m caught staring into the depths of their dark brown eyes.

Leaning down to gently touch their forehead to mine yet again, Olu asks, “What do you say, Maluka? May I kiss you here before I do it again on camera?”

“Oh, god, please,” I whisper.

When their full lips press against mine, I can feel a smile fading from them.

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[luckersnwalsh]

✦ –– / J U L I E T T E | W A L S H . ˚ ⁎ * ·

✦ –– /  f a c t s ;

name: juliette walsh age: thirty two gender: cis female pronouns: she/her sexuality: lesbian place of residence: brooklyn, nyc occupation: paralegal face: emmy rossum zodiac: capricorn ennegram: tba temperament: melancholic

tw; brief mention of drugs

✦ –– /  h i s t o r y ;

i. born in cork, ireland. father never stuck around. already had a second family by the time jules was six, a third when jules was nineteen. not that she cared too greatly. dad was an absolute loser with several speeding convictions and anger management issues so no big loss. the financial loss was certainly felt, however. mum worked three jobs to keep food on the table. the two were inseparable and despite her mother’s misgivings, they still are to this day.  maybe thats why jules takes ‘independent living’ a little too far nowadays.

ii. in primary school, jules was quickly labelled as a ‘problem child’.  her mother thought she was doing what was best for jules by not pushing for a diagnosis in autism, let’s just say it kinda fucked jules up even more. with a high IQ and a low EQ, most people assumed jules had some sort of savant syndrome. top 3% in the country! aren’t you proud? i have no friends, though. oh you’re just mature for your age. focusing on better things! the pressure mounted, her relationships non-existent and jules found herself closed off from the world, nose forever stuck in a revision book. 

iii. these problems follow her throughout her educational career. eventually she hit a burnout in her first year of sixth form college after trying to juggle too many subjects at once. that brainy maths whizz of a girl ended up going from an A+ to an E in less than a year. every subject failed in the most spectacular of manners. the gifted child suddenly wasn’t so gifted anymore, and it only fueled her resentment towards her teachers who pushed her to take on so much in the first place. there was, however, one shining light. law. the only subject she passed in her first year. the one subject she rebuilt her entire course to fit around when she applied to retake her college classes. 

iv. jules was destined to get a degree. after all, her mother never managed to get one, so jules had to go to university. freshers was... an Event, to say the least. the discovery of alcohol, marijuana and roommates who she had to force herself to interact with certainly morphed jules into quite the temporary wild child. it didn’t last long though. jules learnt the hard way that it doesn’t matter how hard you change yourself for your ‘friends’, you’ll never be good enough for them. by the start of her second year, jules was living on her own in a crappy one bedroom apartment with two cats. needless to say, this suited her much better. (still lights up on occasion though, oops)

v. half way through university, offered a placement in a new york firm as part of an exchange program. change is difficult for jules, but her ambition overcame her nerves. she had no attachments keeping her locked in at home, and with her mothers (unquestioned) blessing, jules hopped on to a plane with two furry passengers in hand.

vi. it’s difficult to find a job in new york when you’re foreign, young, female and don’t have any connections. and then there’s the issue that jules never wanted to be an actual solicitor, after all. no no no, that would require public speaking, keeping emotions in check, not swearing at the prosecution. for the most part jules worked as an intern to a small public defender firm. ( and then i need to talk to oaklynn mun before i fill the rest of this bc we need to work out details of this firm she eventually joins )

✦ –– /  e x t r a ;

juliette’s ideal is j u s t i c e. pretty obvious for the lawyer, but needs to be said. this ideal was present at a very young age, and coincided with her more... violent tendencies. juliette might be lawful, but she’s not exactly lawful good. for example, is there a kid who keeps pushing you off the slide so they can have multiple turns? don’t worry, jules will be waiting at the bottom to punch them the next time they come down. kid keeps hitting you during class? can’t hit you if jules bites off his arm. really, jules would’ve made a damn good vigilante, but sadly this isn’t that kind of story. 

jules comes off as quite stoic, a little bit cold and cynical. in her worst moments, she’s aggressive and like i said, can be pretty violent. since academia has been hard drilled into her since she was a bubby, she can tend to come of patronising and a little holier-than-thou.

get on her good side though and you find someone extremely logical and focused, and the most reliable person you can meet. generous and giving, jules is the type willing to give up her left leg if it meant someone could walk again. manage to make her smile and you’ll probably fall in love. whilst she keeps them hidden, she has a variety of special interests (in fact, she’s actually quite the nerd). unlock them all and you get a prize! (its her heart, you are now her best friend)).

her cats are called jasper and fred. yes i will eventually provide photos as they are models off my cats.

eventually there will be a pinterest and playlist here

[winterskywrites]

Querl remembering when Brainiac released the AI plague (on its anniversary), and Kara finding him and comforting him about it

When Querl wakes up, his internal clock informs him that it’s been three hundred and sixty five days since the AI plague was released. Of course, given his time travel, it’s also over a millennia before the AI plague will exist, and he has no idea how long it’s been for the Legion, but for him, it’s been a year. A year of stress, of fear, of living in exile, of entrusting the survival of his very species to others while unable to do anything himself…

Querl is so very tired.

He takes the day off of work. He shouldn’t - things have been quiet lately, but that doesn’t mean they’ll stay that way - but even the thought of working is too much for him today. He can’t stop thinking about the original distress signal from Colu, the way the officials who sent the message were already looking ill and wrung-out, even though it had only been, as far as anyone could tell, less than an hour since the plague had been released.

Querl was on the Legion ship bound for the twenty-first century just under twenty-four hours later. Never let it be said the Legion couldn’t move fast when they needed to.

It had been just about a month since he and Imra had returned to the thirty-first century, and it wasn’t long enough; he’d hardly had any time with Ayla, who hadn’t visited until two weeks after they’d returned, and he’d only had a month with Lyle and Cham and Gates and Vi and all the other Legionnaires who had come so close to death during the Blight, and it wasn’t fair, he wanted more time, it wasn’t fair-

These thoughts keep flitting through Querl’s head as he flies aimlessly around National City, barely even noticing where he is. He’s not going anywhere, after all; it’s not like he can go home. He’s stuck here until the Legion comes for him. He’s stuck here for the foreseeable future. He’s stuck here until the Legion manages to defeat their most intelligent villain without their most intelligent member, and it’s not that he doesn’t have faith in them, but…

He wants to go home.

“Brainy?”

Querl whirls around, so surprised he drops half a foot before he rights himself. He hadn’t realized Kara was nearby, although it only makes sense, given that his wandering has led him to the CatCo building. She must have seen him through the window and come to investigate.

“Is everything okay?” Kara asks, confirming Querl’s hypothesis. “Did Alex send you to get me?”

“I am taking the day off from work,” Querl explains. “Alex did not send me anywhere. As far as I know, everything at the DEO is running smoothly.”

“Are you okay, then?” Kara asks. “It’s not like you to take a day off.”

Querl sighs. “It has been exactly one year since the AI plague was released,” he says heavily. “For me, at least. Tomorrow will be one year since I arrived in this time to escape it. And I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Kara looks at him with such sympathy, and Querl knows that if anyone could understand, it would be she, a fellow refugee, a fellow exile from her home. Kara knows exactly how he’s feeling, and Querl isn’t sure if he loves her or hates her for it.

(Loves her. He could never hate her.)

“Do you want to talk?” she asks.

Querl shakes his head. Thoughts about AI plague may be caught in his mind, but he thinks speaking about it aloud will make it worse, make it real in a way it isn’t if it’s only in his head. Of course, it is real, but it’s not here, and it doesn’t need to poison this time.

“Do you want to be alone?” Kara asks.

Slowly, Querl shakes his head again. He can’t bear the thought of talking, but he doesn’t want Kara to leave.

“Okay,” Kara says gently. “Want to go to my loft? I can take the rest of the day off, James will understand.”

And Querl shouldn’t - Kara is supposed to be at work, she shouldn’t take the day off for no reason, he should leave her alone to do her job - but instead he nods. “Thank you,” he says, his voice strangely hoarse.

“Of course, Brainy,” Kara says, and before she dives back to CatCo, she leans forward and kisses his cheek gently. The touch burns in her absence, but Querl is fairly certain he knows why she gave it to him. It’s a promise, a vow. You’re not alone, it means. I will not leave you alone.

And right now, that assurance is exactly what Querl needs. As long as Kara stays by his side, he thinks he’ll be able to make it through this anniversary. As long as Kara stays by his side, he thinks he’ll be able to make it through anything. Nothing looks quite so bad when Kara is with him. Even spending the foreseeable future in the wrong time doesn’t look quite so grim when he thinks about it that way.

And someday, when he is able to go home, he hopes to show it to Kara and make her feel as welcome there as she’s made him feel here. Someday, he’ll show Kara the thirty-first century, and his life will finally feel complete in a way it hasn’t since he arrived here.

Until then, Kara will be here for him, and for now, that’s enough.

[rae-raes-world]

Donatello x insecure geek Headcannons

(If you guys want more of these in the future let me know! My girlfriend helped me out with these)

-For how they meet, it would be he finds her sitting on a bench half asleep. She isn't homeless or anything she is actually just waiting for the store right next to it to open to get a new game

-Sweaters or hoodies. She will flat out refuse to show off anything above her torso besides her own head and lower arms. He won't mind though because big hoodies will look so adorable on her :3

-Another is that he would be patient with her. She would be kinda scared to express her ideas and thoughts to others so he gives her as much time as she wants to speak out. In turn she does the same, knowing that he loves to explain his ideas whether she understands or not, she lets him ramble for as much as he wants.

-Out of all the brothers Mikey loves her the most. She gets his refenaces to comics, games, and music while also willing to watch him play video games. It would be hard the most for her to get along with the older brothers just because how intense they are.

-If something big happens in a comic or game, whether good or bad like a romance scene or a death, she will either text him or go to his lab if she is there to fangirl for the next ten minutes.

-Horror games? It's a must for him to be there with her so she won't be as scared.

-It actually makes him really happy when she offers to come in the dojo and watch him train with his brothers, it gives him a chance to show off, plus she seems interested in his bo staff.

-She isn't bullied but on an almost weekly basis she would text him filled with anxiety on how the day went. Depending on what happened that day it usually only takes ten minutes to calm her down any longer and he calls her.

-Not everything is rainbows there are a few times when the two annoy each other or grumpy with one another, but not every couple is exactly perfect, the very few times they argue/fight it only lasts a short time rarely a full day after all Donnie is a level-headed turtle doesn't take long for him to think with reason.

-If she comes across old game systems that are either being given away or sold for a good price she takes them and gives them to her brainy partner for future parts or maybe to Mikey to see if he can get them working.

-Both of them are coffee addicts, late night projects and boss raids can do that to you, so if you try to talk to them before their coffee may the gods have mercy on you.

-If she is over for nights that the boys need to go out for patrol she takes the time to clean up around the lair a bit, giving a bit more care to the lab, either way she cleans though to help out Splinter.

-If she is long haired then if she feels Donnie is over-stressed or needs a relaxing stimulation she would pull him over to the side to sit down and just mess with her hair, because she tends to do the same thing when she gets like that, it's good for when he wants to ease out.

-Crying? Whether it's him or her both the two take the time to be the cuddle bear when emotions run high.

-Donnie gets a tad jealous when she would develop a 'crush' on fictional characters but when she notices it's time for a break to give her adorable nerd some cuddles.

-One time during mediation training the Hamato clan opened their eyes to the sound of a thud only to see she fell asleep from pulling an all nighter. She wouldn't leave the lab for hours after waking up.

-Fall asleep in the lab together? The brothers have no problem taking the two of you and placing you either in his room or the couch causing a very funny reaction playing out in the morning.

-SHE. WILL. CRY. If all four brothers come back hurt, and I'm not talking small cuts and bruises I mean bleeding and can barely walk, because of this Donnie makes sure the most injured turtle goes first so she will feel better knowing she can try to fix them.

-(2k18) finds her utterly cute but wishes she was just a bit more mentally strong when it comes to her emotions.

-(2k18)DIES at her game rage, because it's like a switch was flipped, plus it's one of the only times his brothers are scared of her.

-(2k18)Admires his eyebrow drawing skills for some reason.

-(2k18)Blushing mess with Mikey and Leo give her body paint as well, it's mostly because this would be one of those rare times she shows off her body, she loves seeing his eyes sparkle at the sight.

-(ALL)Hurt her? Make her cry? Just laugh at her doubts and anxiety? Prepare to get your credit card information or gaming profiles hacked my dude.

-(2k14)She loves to try on his glasses when he lets her take them off he can't help but kiss her.

-(2k14)if she fidgets he fidgets and vis versa.

-('03)Every sense the future war travel and turning into a monster he has developed PTSD and would have nightterrors. So his S/O would take it upon herself to stay the night with him and be his stuffed animal for protection.

[the-legion-of-heroes]

Imra and ayla

Ok Imra, first1. Sexuality headcanon: bi, everyone is bi, unless I specify otherwise, and you can’t do anything about it2. Otp: her and Garth obviously 3. Brotp: jekkie4. Notp: I can’t believe I actually have an answer to this, but I guess mon, why Supergirl, why5. First headcanon I can think of: her favorite color is actually green, dispite what many think6. Fav line: “…I hope you realize that we’re just happy to have you on the team.” 7. One way I relate: sometimes I also feel as if I am the only one keeping things together8. One thing that gives me second hand embarrassment: like most legionaries, some of the outfits she wore9. Cinnamon roll or problematic fave: sinnamon rollAyla1. I mean she is confirmed bi, so bi2. Vi3. Brainy 4. Timber wolf5. Her favorite animals are dogs6. “You okay there, Vi?” Lightning girlfriend worries about tiny girlfriend 7. I too really love girls, also we both have short hair8. Once again outfits9. Cinnamon roll