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sharksnshakes · 2 years ago
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Random Traits Gotham Villains Find Attractive! HC's
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Love's hard to come by in Gotham City, but that doesn't mean people stop looking--even villains.
A/N; gotham has a special place in my heart and i'm making it everyone else's problem!! but yeah idk these are just my Hot Takes, hope y'all enjoy (gif via giphy)
Wordcount; 139
TW; none i can think of!
Jeremiah Valeska: innovation, craftiness, unpredictability, someone who knows what they want
Edward Nygma: self-awareness, spontaneity, the kind of person who gets up after being knocked down and will keep chasing their goals regardless of what's in their way
Jerome Valeska: grit, persistence, someone who has a unique worldview, like an artist who can see beauty in the mundane
Victor Zsasz: independence, somebody who's unapologetically themselves, isn't afraid to speak their mind, and isn't easily shaken
Jonathan Crane: introspectiveness, someone who's their own person first, the black sheep of a group
Jervis Tetch: individuality and open-mindedness, the kind of person who's a good listener and doesn't easily blend in with a crowd
Oswald Cobblepot: reliability, the friend who waits for you to finish tying their shoes while the rest of the group walks away, imagination
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fifthnailinstevesbat · 2 hours ago
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thinking of a new steddie fic/au hmmm.
It’s just the classic, Steve buys weed from Eddie in season 1 era, he and Tommy meet him at the bench in the woods behind school. Steve and Eddie have some playful banter and clearly get along, but it’s dismissed as just a drug deal and they go on about their lives.
Next time they meet is when a frantic Steve comes and finds Eddie after he’s just fought off the demogorgon for the first time. He’s rattled, and skittish, wearing a nasty black bruise on his eye, and just overall not acting like himself. He snaps at Eddie multiple times to just ‘hurry up’ and ‘get him his stuff’, and sure he’s being an asshole, but more than anything Eddie is just concerned. He has never seen The King Steve Harrington lose his cool like this. So Eddie cautiously gives him the weed, making sure not to give too much, and lets him go about his day, but not before asking if he’s alright. Steve clearly wasn’t expecting this and brushes it off defensively, but that doesn’t mean he’s not thinking about it for the rest of his week. How the hell did Eddie Munson notice something was wrong, when his own parents didn’t? Nor his “friends”?
They cross paths again a year later, the beginning of season two. Steve is still with Nancy and has freshly dumped his old douchebag crew of superficial friends. He is still sitting quite comfortably on the higher ranks of popularity, but there is no denying his status is not what it used to be. He comes to buy weed from Eddie in the first week back at school, and it’s a casual interaction. He’s still as charmingly stuck up as he ever was, but now without Tommy there to judge his every move, he seems a little more at ease when making casual conversation with Eddie. Eddie doesn’t mention the year before and Steve is so glad for it, secretly very embarrassed that he went to Eddie for some refuge after arguably his most traumatic experience to date. He gets his stuff, giving Eddie a smirk when he notices he’s dropped the price significantly for Steve when it’s just him alone. Eddie gives him a challenging smile back, almost daring him to call it out, but he doesn’t. They both just laugh and part ways.
The next run in is tina’s halloween party. They notice eachother when Steve first arrives, making eye contact and giving a polite nod. Maybe Eddie lifts his drink up to Steve in a silly salute. They don’t speak at all or make any effort to hang around eachother. That is, until Steve storms down the stairs in a rage after he’d gone up there with Nancy Wheeler. But then are those- tears? Eddie was standing on the front porch smoking a cigarette, trying to discreetly hide from one Billy Hargrove to avoid having to sell him anything, but staying visible enough that he won’t lose all chances of making any money tonight. Steve storms right past him and hits his shoulder. Eddie whips around and is about to call him a dick before he sees who it is.
Steve tries to quickly wipe his face, he won’t make eye contact with Eddie, and he’s clearly trying to get out as fast as he can. Eddie doesn’t let him, though, since he’s obviously not thinking very clearly and is most likely about to do something emotional and stupid. He asks if Steve’s alright, and his answers are all short and rushed, so he’s definitely not. They’re not really friends, but Eddie’s not an asshole.
— “Did you drive?” Eddie asks
“Yeah”
“Well, you’re drunk, Steve. You can’t get behind a wheel right now. And if I knowingly let you, then that makes me an accomplice. I’ll take you home.”
Steve tries to protest, attempting to push past him, but Eddie interjects. “Yeah, yeah, alright! Don’t thank me yet, Steve’o. This is not for you, see, I’m not trying to get a criminal record, here. I cant go to prison, Steve. Do you know what they’d do to a pretty guy like me in prison? Nope, let’s go hot stuff.” —
Eddie takes Steve home. They don’t talk much. By the time they reach Steve’s drive way and Eddie has put his van in park, Steve is making no attempt to exit the vehicle just yet. Eddie doesn’t know what to do, he didn’t really plan this far, so he’s just tapping away awkwardly at his steering wheel while Harrington stares down the dashboard so clearly lost in thought Eddie fears his head might explode. Steve tells Eddie what happened, says it’s ‘relationship troubles’, and he’s not quite sure what compelled him into being so honest with Eddie Munson, but he’s blaming the alcohol. Eddie wasn’t expecting that. They chat for a bit, Eddie makes Steve laugh and considers the whole night a success after that. Then they start cracking jokes about their shared hatred for Hargrove, and Steve looks and sounds a bit more ok to go inside. He thanks Eddie, quite sincerely actually, and it throws him a bit. He stutters a ‘yeah, for sure. It’s no problem.’ And Steve goes home.
After that, it’s a little different. Steve, doesn’t actually really have anyone, anymore. When they go back to school he’s now greeting Eddie here and there in the hallways, making conversation when they find themselves alone together, in the lunch line or at the bathroom sink. He doesn’t approach Eddie when there’s too many people around, though. As much as he’s grown, Steve Harrington still carry’s some prejudice in him about how certain things may make him look. But it doesn’t bother Eddie too much. It’s not like they are really friends, they’re just like, strange acquaintances. And Steve would never deny that they get along, that really Eddie’s ‘not so bad’. So that’s a win.
Steve finds Eddie again not long after the party to buy some more weed, a plan that sparked purely out of boredom. Eddie says yes, of course, but tells him if he wants it today he will need to wait till after school and meet Eddie at his place, since he was busy. So Steve takes a trip to the Munson trailer to make his deal. Eddie invites him inside and they sit together on the couch as he gets Steve’s bag ready. They end up making quite pleasant conversation, joking around and ultimately finding they are really enjoying each other’s company. They enjoy it so much so, that Steve ends up smoking there, with Eddie. So now they are kind of like, hanging out? And it’s fun, so they do it again. Still they’re not, friends friends, they just get along. Eddie just sells Steve weed sometimes and they keep it civil.
He doesn’t hear from Steve for a while, and the next time he sees him it’s from a distance, in passing. The man has the most roughed up face Eddie has ever seen, bruised and swollen in multiple areas, stitches and bandages all over. It’s really, concerning? completely metal, but alarming. This is the second time Eddie has seen the guy all beaten up like that. He knew that boys fight, but surely not that bad? As worried as he was, Eddie doesn’t approach him to ask questions, because they don’t know eachother like that. So he goes on about his day, and he doesn’t see Steve again after that for quite some time.
Then it’s summer, Eddie isn’t graduating again, and he’s not really sure what to do with himself over the break. The new mall has just opened up, and there’s a cool music store up on the second floor that he likes to visit sometimes with his band friends. And wouldn’t you know, working at the Scoops Ahoy located directly across from his favourite store, is Steve Harrington. The guy hasn’t come to Eddie for any weed since last year, and then there was that sighting where he looked like he’d just fallen face first into a flying fist or two, so it’s been a minute since Eddie’s seen him. And he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a nice surprise. He only goes into scoops once. He’s curious, okay? Sue him. And, he knows the girl who works with him, Robin. So he plays it off like he had no idea he’d see Steve there. And to his surprise, Steve actually acknowledges him. He doesn’t act like Eddie is a total stranger just because they’re not in school anymore. The interaction is quick, they make very casual conversation, Eddie says hi to Robin, grabs his milkshake and goes home. That’s all. He doesn’t go back, and he doesn’t really plan to. Steve’s nice, and he knows Eddie’s around if he needs to buy from him again, and that’s really as far as their relationship goes. That’s all it ever was. It’s been fun getting to know Steve Harrington a little bit better, even if it was just for a short time. Eddie liked having the chance to see in past the quaffed hair and pressed polo shirts to learn that Steve was really just a person under it all. He never thought he’d say it, but Harrington wasn’t so bad. It was a nice little eye opening experience for Eddie.
Eddie was ready to write off his little blips of interaction with Steve Harrington as a thing of the past, no hard feelings, and move on with his life. That is, until he gets a knock at his front door in the middle of the night afew days after the big mall fire. And it’s Steve on the other side. And he looks awful, his face is the worst Eddie’s ever seen it. And he wasn’t really knocking, more like pounding. He says he needs Eddie’s help.
What the fuck?
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igotanidea · 2 years ago
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Growing up : Jason Todd x fem!reader
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A/N: the reader vigilante name is Ego (messing with people heads, but not like a metahuman, she just has natural psychological talents). Previously named Cheshire (I realised that there already was a character named like that a bit too late and had to fix it - Ego is the story about it)
Other parts of this verse: Cheshire cat, That damn gala, Five years later, Tired, Benched (not necesarilly in that order, but Five years later is previous to Tired)
***
I was so, so, soooo tired my eyes were simply closing themselves without any involvement from my part.
I haven’t been sleeping well lately. Guess it had something to do with my broken and casted right leg. According to the doctor it's been healnng perfectly and the aching and itching that prevented my night rest was the first example of it. Maybe, but I still hated it. Over six weeks ago I had an accident during patrolling. Silly, rookie mistake got me falling down and before I was able to regain my balance I found myself lower.
Three floors lower.
It was a miracle I only ended up with broken leg. I mean, a little bit more impact and I would end up with damaged spinal cord, paralyzed for life, unable to move a single muscle from the neck down.  However, at the moment everyone who were fighting besides me held their breaths.
6 weeks ago
“EGO!” I heard Oracle yell through the comm. Honestly, her voice would bring the dead from behind the grave.
“Damn it!” Dick hissed and without any hesitation ditched his opponent and rushed to check up on me, doubling on my pain and guilt. I screwed up and now, the team was paying the price. Nonetheless he did not seem to care when he landed next to me in his swiftly, acrobat-like way.
“Stop showing off” I rolled my eyes, grabbing the leg “It’s not that kind of circus.”
“One thing for sure, your tongue wasn’t damaged during the fall. Where does it hurt?”
“Knee.”
“Show me.”
“It’s not that bad….” I tried to move away from his hands and it made me squeal in pain.
“Y/N.”
“Red card, Nightwing. You broke the “no real names” rule of Batman. You’re off the field.”
“Stop it.” He said, so calmly that it really did make me hold back my words. “Let me help you.”
“Ok.” I muttered looking down, letting him check on my limb.
“I don’t think it’s broken, but anyway, I need to get you out of here. It’s dangerous for you to stay any more than necessary. Anyone could get to you in this weakened state.”
“That’s the sentence I haven’t heard …. ever I think. Up till now, it was hazardous for criminals to meet me, not the other way round.”
“There’s a first time for anything, I guess” he shrugged. Oh, how I hoped Oracle got that on her record. I was so going to use his own words against him in the future “can you try to help me lift you up?”
“Sure. I think” I leaned onto the left, unharmed leg, that was supposed to bear my weight, but the second Dick held his hands towards me to support my efforts, we both heard a loud snap and I couldn’t hold back a cry of pain. If it wasn’t for Dick I would fall again and as an addition to the leg injury would also get some bruises and cuts on the face. “FUCK! I think it’s broken now.”
“Both of you are getting home. Immediately. You better get her here without any more bodily harm or we will have to deal not only with disappointed Bruce, but also with enraged Jason.”
***
“I’m sorry Dick. I really am.” Half an hour later I was sitting on the examination couch, my leg splayed in front of me, while Babs was scanning it and using all of her cutting-edge tech to assess the injury.
“Could you just stop it? WE missed a chance, not the first time and definitely not the last one. This guy we were chasing tonight were not even that important and we will get to him this week, I’m sure of it. You just made a mistake, which frankly speaking wasn’t even yours.”
“What?” I shifted a bit to face him and the change in angle made me gasp in sudden piercing pain.
“Don’t move!” Babs hissed and I smiled apologetically, my eyes still on Dick.
“What do you mean it wasn’t my mistake?”
“I had it all calculated, you know. He was going for that punch, you were in perfect distance so you could get to him, but when I took a swing he used this as a leverage to turn and push you with right hand, not the left I was aiming at.”
“Thanks for the clarification, Dick. But I still take a bit of the blame. After all I was the one who slipped a bit. Damn those shoes need fixing.”
“You won’t be needing them for a while, Y/N” Babs muttered “you have a  disjointed kneecap and a fracture in your  shinbone.”
“Shit.” I rubbed my forehead in frustration. “How long?”
“Tim has better experience in the medical field, but …..”
“I can’t believe you just said that out loud, Babs” Dick couldn’t help but let out a laugh and met with our angered gaze “Sorry girls, but this is funny…. Isn’t it….? Ok, all right! Stop giving me this murderous look of yours! I surrender!”
“I think you’ll be excluded for something around 6 weeks.”
“6 weeks?! Can I get a second opinion?”
“From Tim?”
“Will do. Hope he, Damian and Bruce had more effective patrol in their part of Gotham. ….. Wait, you didn’t tell them what happened, did you?”
“Of course not.” Barbara scoffed and fixed the strand of hair that was falling in her eyes. “But I’m pretty sure they already know.”
“How?”
“Um….”
 “Babs!?”
“I might have used the open channel while talking to you…..”
“So, everyone knows?” Dick jumped from his chair and came closer to us “like… the entire family ?”
“ I’m afraid so.”
“You know what guys? It makes me feel so much better that you two make rookie mistakes as well.” For the first time this night I grinned happily.
***
“It was a simple task. In and out. No obstacles. No complications. No intruders.” Bruce with his most stern expression was haranguing us, like we were some newbies in the vigilante business. Like he never did anything wrong while fighting. I mean, I’m sorry, let me recall this statement. Of course, he never made any mistake. He was the Batman.  “Could you tell me, what went down there, that now one of you is about to be put in the cast and the other is pacing around my cave?”
“Sorry, Bruce, I’m just overly excited because of the fact Y/N won’t be able to run away from my surprise hugs for a while” Dick grinned and his statement made me curse under my nose.
“What happened there? And focus on the facts.” Bruce sighed and his face dropped a bit.
“I’m not really sure.” I tapped my chin “What do you think, Dick? What happened there?”
“I thought you hurt your leg, not your brain?”
“Side effect, I suppose.”
“That’s a shame.”
“I’m just giving you the opportunity to come up with a reliable story before Jay gets here and tear the batcave down in his fit of anger.”
“Fair point.” Dick nodded “how about this: a ninja came out of nowhere…..”
“A ninja?” both me and Bruce asked in unison, his voice desperate, mine incredulous of his idea.
“What? I hate ninjas.” Dick shrugged
“We know.” we both retorted together once again.
“I’ll just tell him I ditched you on the field and tripped while returning to the manor. I like this rebellious strike this story gives me. You know, that whole I don’t give a fuck attitude.” I chimed in before Dick could develop his idea further.
“Oh, he will never believe that you left me alone.”
“And why exactly not?”
“’Cause everyone knows you have a soft spot for me, Y/n. You wouldn’t endanger my health and life this way. It’s simply improbable.” His smile was so ridiculously confident it made me question my sanity.
“In your dreams, Grayson. “
***
With some help I was transported to my room, while I had to wait for the family doctor, Jonah Hill to come and put me in the cast. The thought of being benched for so long made me feel like vomiting. Up to that I was still wondering why the hell all the Waynes, including Cass and Steph were now back from the patrol and the person I needed most was out of reach. It made me worried and spinning into belief something might have happened to him. Luckily, Tim was there to keep me company.
“How are you doing, Ego?”
“I’m about to be crippled, can you imagine?” I rolled my eyes and Tim pursed his lips “Sorry, Tim, I didn’t mean to be harsh. I need to switch the mode from the one tuned onto your older brothers to the one tuned on you.”
“How is that different?” he asked sitting on the edge of the bed.
“With Dick, it sometimes feels like he see the little girl in me and I have to prove that I’m a grown up, capable of handling myself. With Jason, you know, we tease each other, we bicker and spite but it’s just a common sense of dark humor we both understand and that brings us closer. With you, I can be more sensitive, withdraw for a while without thinking I’m losing, drop all the pretenses.  I think out of everyone in this family you are the most insightful and I really, really like that, Tim. You might be the only one that brings some sense of peace to the Waynes. ” I smiled
“Thank you y/n/n.”
“You see, that’s consciously used nickname. I haven’t heard it in a while.”
“Just had a feeling it might lift your spirit.” He squeezed my hand lightly and I reciprocated.
“It did. Thank you too.”
“Y/n. Tim.” a male voice reverberated from the entrance.
“Morning, doctor.” Tim nodded in acknowledgement.
“Hi, Jonah” I smiled. He might have been an esteemed doctor etc., but he was dealing with this family for way too long to use his title. He has seen many, many injuries of Dick, Jason and mine, some more embarrassing then others, never knowing the real stories behind getting them. I mean, of course, no one ever told him we were Gotham’s vigilantes. Besides, he was at the same age as Dick, so I treated him like a friend, rather than someone who I should keep distance from. Even if he wanted more and was very clear about it in the past. Before me and Jay got together.
“What happened this time?” Jonah smirked
“Not much. Just casual broken leg.”
“Out of everyone I met in my practice you are excelling when it comes to self-distance. And you are a Wayne.”
“I was never legally adopted.” I pointed out.
“But you were raised by Wayne. With all the respect he’s not the one to joke about himself.”
“Can’t blame him for that” Tim muttered obviously referring to the part of our life Jonah had no idea about. “I’ll leave you two to it. I believe you are in good hands Y/n and …..”
“Can’t you be my emotional support here, Timmy?” I whined eyeing him with doe eyes. Maybe, subconsciously I didn’t want to be alone with Jonah. He still had that unintelligible tendency to flirt with me. Directly. Even if he knew I was with Jay. (speaking of the devil, I was still wondering what the hell was with him.) “Please?” this sounded more desperate than intended  but it was hard to give the air to the handsome doctor who I was not interested in but with who I had to keep good relationship. For the sake of the family and our health of course.
“Y/N?” Before Tim was able to answer Damian peeked through the half-open door. This little demon. Ever since he arrived at the Wayne Manor he had learn so much about people, emotions and relationships. Thanks to his natural intelligence he quickly figured out why I was acting strange around some family friends  and felt the need to keep me safe from any intrusion. Much to Jay’s annoyance since the red bat felt like his brother was stealing his job from him. What was even better about Damian was that he developed the ability to switch between his assassin, cold, sneaky self and the charming, innocent, youngest member of the family. And now, using his softest voice he was asking permission to come in and accompany me in the medical procedure. He looked almost sweet. Only Tim and I noticed the murderous glint in his eyes. He wanted to watch over me, rather than expand his knowledge.
“Come on in, Damian. I bet dr. Hill has nothing against your presence here, isn’t it right, Jonah?”
“Um… I…..” the MD stuttered and that gave away the fact that he was in fact going to flirt with me again and Damian just got in the way.
“See, Dami. Told you. “ I smiled and patted a spot next to me on the bed “You can even take a place here if you’d like.”
“Mhm. I think I’d like that.” He smiled, but this time it was more predatory then before “I could observe carefully.” And with those words, he jumped on the bed.
I really loved this silent connection with Damian. We never needed any words to communicate. It was extremely hard to get to him at the beggining, but unlike everyone else, who was approaching him with caution and gentleness I never did it. He was an assasin. He was dangerous, sometimes. He was harsh and extremely direct in his opinions. But that was what I liked about him. And while everyone focused on showing him the meaning of friendship and family, introducing Dami to the other part of life, he never knew about, I was rather concentrated on proving to him that all the traits he possesed that people assumed were bad could actually be used for his benefit. I think that was why in time we developed pretty strong bond.
***
“I think that would be it….” a while later Jonah finished his work and started gathering  utensils, almost shaking under Damian’s predatory gaze. He did not have enough time to get used to the little Wayne.
“You can ease up, now.” I whispered when the doctor turned around “I think you scared him enough. And besides, he’s leaving now.”
“Whatever.” Dami shrugged but eased up his glare. A bit.
“I guess I’ll see you in two weeks, Y/N. Just to make sure everything goes in the right direction with healing.”
“Sure. You know I appreciate your care Jonah. We all do, right Dami?”
“Sure.” the boy crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes
“I… um… I’m gonna go now. I know the way, no need to see me out and …..”
“Where is she?!” of course Jason chose this moment to burst through the door and immediately collided with the other man “What the hell are you doing here?!”
“Dr. Hill came to provide medical attention, Jason. Which I desperately needed.” I explained in the low voice, accenting some parts of the sentence just to spite my boyfriend further.
“I was just leaving.” Jonah stuttered. Guess he still remembered his last confrontation with my jealous boyfriend. To tell the truth, I remembered it too - the aftermath were quite pleasurable, Jay made sure of that.
“Good for you” Jason hissed “farewell, doctor. Now, off you go too, demon. I need Y/N for myself.”
“Are you sure she wants it?” Damian stood up in front of Jay, the height and posture difference being so comical I couldn’t help a single laugh.
“Pretty positive.”
“Why don’t we ask her then? Y/N, do you want Todd to stay?”
“Hm. I’m not sure…..” I tapped my chin thoughtfully
“WHAT?! How can you not be….?!”
“You are late, Jay. How does the saying goes? You snooze you lose?” Damian smirked upon my words.
“Y/N!” Jason exclaimed.
“Oh, and now you are yelling at me.” I pouted “And I’m severely injured. And in extreme pain. This is just so… so…. “ I sobbed in a phony matter “… unfair….”
“Oh, come on….” he gasped and threw hands in the air in desperation “this is way too dramatic for you.”
“Yeah, you’re right” I dropped the theatrics immediately. It was no fun pretending when he already knew I was doing it. “I’ll be fine, Dami. You can go. Thanks for staying though, it was funny observing Jonah so intimidated.”
“If you need anything......”
“Don’t worry, demon. I got her covered.” Jace practically pushed Damian out the door and closed it tightly. “He’s a menace.”
“He’s… intense. But we both know he is a good boy, Jace.”
“Yeah, whatever you say.” He shrugged standing in place. Oh, the war of nerves he was waging against me. Of course, he was not going to show any care. At least not in the beginning. But I wasn’t going to relent. If he wanted teasing, teasing he would get.
“Guess I’ll be benched for a while.” I pointed towards my leg “and that means Jonah will be coming here to check on me. I wonder if he’s going to be as friendly as usually when he gets me alone.”
“Stop saying his name!” he hissed and fell onto the bed next to me, cupping my cheek. Unlike his harsh voice, the touch was so gentle caring and loving. “Stop talking about him. I hate that guy. He almost stole you from me.” He moved closer, leaning his forehead on mine and then he realized “You did this on purpose didn’t you, my girl?” 
“Of course. But I love how it turned out.” I stretched my arms and locked them around his neck pulling him closer. “Hi, Jace.”
“Hi, baby.” He pecked my lips chastely and rubbed my sides carefully “How are you feeling?”
“I’ll survive. If anything I would die out of boredom in the next weeks.”
“We’ll figure something to keep you entertained.”
“Like helping Babs in her woman in the chair position?”
“For starters. You will get to see me in action on the big screen, how does that sound?”
“I’ll make a crack video.” I laughed at him and he frowned “Hey, don’t be mad, Jay.” I laid my head on his shoulder and he exhaled deeply, playing with the strand of my hair.
“I could never be mad at you.”
“Is that a challenge?” I sneaked a peek at him.
“Ok, stop it now. I’m trying to be thoughtful and caring here. You’re ruining the moment.”
“Sorry. Guess I have tendency to push the point.” I sighed and felt his arms wrap tighter around me. It must have been hard and uncomfortable to hold me like this, with my leg outstretched but he did not complain. “What took you so long? Are you all right, Jaybird?”
“I’m good. Sorry I couldn’t get here sooner, baby, I played a vital part in the ambush for the …..”
“ I know. I knew the plan we were executing. I was just worried and the crazy thoughts kept creeping in and ..... ”
“Hey. Stop spiraling. It's about you, not me.” he pulled away “look at me” I followed and once again our gazes met, making me melt. Jason was stubborn like a mule, ironic, impenetrable, acting like an edgelord towards everyone and keeping his distance. But when someone (like me) was persistent enough to get through, all the good things inside him were enough to cover up for the worse ones. Now, he was looking at me with so much love, attention and care it was indescribable ”I love you.” he whispered slowly, eyes never leaving mine and tears started falling down my cheeks. Guess we both sucked when it came to good emotions. 
“I love you too Jason. So freaking much. Please, don’t leave me now.”
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. But you need rest. Your body needs rest. Let it have it. I’ll keep you safe.”
“From who?” I laughed and he followed.
“Anyone.” Jason answered kissing the top of my head. “You do realize you will have to stay in the manor until you heal, right?”   
“Look who’s ruining the moment now.”
***
Third person POV
10 hours later.
“What the hell are you doing here?!” Dick hissed when he saw Y/N walking around in the batcave “You are injured!”
“It’s not an excuse for being lazy.”
“I swear you are getting worse than Tim. You need rest!”’
“Mhm, sure, someone told me that before. I think I got enough sleep for a lifetime. And now….”
“Do you want me to call upon Damian?”
“I don’t think he respects you enough to come upon a call. He wouldn’t listen. Besides, what would he do?”
“Do you want me to call Jason?”
“Getting desperate here, Dickie?”
“Y/N.”
“What? I just… I want to help you guys. It’s 9 p.m., normally I would be preparing for patrolling and my body just falls into this pattern, adrenaline kicking in. I won’t be able to stay here doing nothing.”
“We’ll be fine.”
“Sure. Remember what happened last time you said it?”
“Care to remind me?”
“You got shot!”
“Minor inconvenience. And it healed fast.”
“I swear everyone in this family is insane.” She turned around to the extend her cast allowed her and threw hands in the air dramatically.
“You included?”
“Of course me included. It comes with even standing close to you or Bruce. You are like a disease.”
“You’re my favorite too, Y/N. Now go. The hell. Upstairs.
***
She swore she won’t be able to fall asleep, but her organism knew better. Or rather Jason knew better. When he saw her limping up the stairs, he just breezily, yet mindful of the leg picked her up and tucked in the bed.
“I hate it!” she pouted trying to get out again.
“Don’t even think about it” Jason warned.
“I’m not thinking, I’m simply doing.” she threw the blanket away but Jason was quick to take action.
“The hell you are.” taking her by surprise he laid in the bed next to her, putting an arm around her, nailing her to the mattress. “I’m not letting you out.”
“So what, now I’m a prisoner?” she shifted only to lay on the side and face him.  
“Am I a punishment for you? Is that what you are saying?”
“No” she sighed “this shit on my leg is.”
“I should really kick the ass of the one responsible for letting it happen.”
“That would be me, Jay.” She pointed out “Are you really ready to fight me?”
“We’ll spar after you get back to full health.”
“I’ll hold you to this word.” she smiled lightly “You know, I like it when you’re here, next to me…. Maybe I should not let you go.” Her hand travelled up his muscled arm and then down, tracing all the scars and cuts, relishing in his presence and this little moment of peace and open vulnerability. “Not that I hold such power over you, of course.”
“Sure not. You’re getting a bit too cocky here, sweetheart.”
“Hm.” She muttered “Can I at least keep you until it’s time to go?”
“I think I can manage that. But since we got only like an hour left, how about I compensate for it by bringing you closer to me?”
“I think I can manage that” she whispered and hummed softly when his hands found her waist pulling her in and shifting positions so that he was lying on his back and her head landed on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. The fact that they didn’t need any words to fill in the silence was the perfect indicator of how they felt about each other. Much to her displeasure she slowly started drifting off, lulled by Jason’s touch and gentling, his warmth and safety she felt with him. “Come back to me in one piece….” She muttered before the sleep enveloped her fully.
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It was so damn hard to leave her and Jason’s heart ached at the simple thought of being forced to wriggle out of her embrace. Said hour later, Y/N was deeply asleep next to him, her warm, soft body being the sweetest weight he could imagine. Only now he realized he would have to go through the entire night without being able to hear her bickering through the comms and it made him shiver. She was probably the only one to understand his wicked sense of humor and help him keep his cool and remnants of level – headedness without falling back into the killing and violence with which he acted right after the pit. He loved her. He would give her everything and yet, she would settle for anything from him. She always claimed that his protectiveness was welcomed but not necessary. She didn't need his action, she needed him, his presence, time and soul. It was hard to comprehend at the begginig, but he was slowly learning how to love and be loved fully.
Jason closed his eyes, feeling her breathe calmly next to him. She was right, it’s been a while since they have been this peaceful and this close together and he hated the thought of being forced to break it. But she would understand. After all, she was a vigilante as well, familiar with the night patrols. And she would never ask him to stay back just for her whim.
Involuntarily, reluctantly, he started moving, the coldness of the air immediately replacing the softness and happiness he felt with her. Y/N whined quietly and adjusted her sleeping position to his absence, her hair falling straight onto her face due to the movement. Jason smiled, tucking them over her ear and caressing her cheek, which made the girl lean into the touch.
“Enough.” He had to bring himself upright. One more touch or kiss and he would forget about Gotham, patrols, missions and his entire family and lie down next to her again. She thought being benched would be hard for her, and yet never realized how much he would struggle through it.  
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“Babs…..” Y/N limped into the cave, dressed in Jay's hoodie and rubbing her eyes.
“Rough night?” the red haired girl turned from the computer, facing her younger friend.
“Something like that. I had a nightmare.”
“About? If you want to talk about it of course.“
“Nothing explicit” Y/N shrugged and perched on the edge of the desk “mission going wrong, people getting hurt…. the usual stuff.”
“You need something to keep your mind busy?”
“Yes, please. What do I do?”
“You have some tech skills, so you can be the one to walk boys through the patrol tonight” Babs smirked
“You want me to take your place?”
“Not fully. I’m not quitting my job just yet. But you can be the support. From what I see Red Hood has been unusually violent today and someone needs to pacify this one.”
“I’m not sure if it’s good idea for me to do it.” Y/N hesitated, picking her fingernails.
“And why exactly not?” Barbara frowned and eyed Y/N carefully “you’re working together on a daily basis. You are a couple. You know how to get to him.”
“I…. I don’t want to, Babs.”
“Why?”
“Cause he’s out there and I’m here. If anything happened I won’t be able to rush for help and…..”
“You’re worried.” Babs stated
“Maybe. But please, don’t tell anyone.”
“I won’t. I promise. And believe me, I get it. When I was forced to hang the mantle of batgirl and Dick was out on the streets, I felt the exact same thing. But it’s just something you learn it time in relationship. You learn to let go of  your own fear for the benefit of the other person. You have to learn it or it will consume you and eventually lead to fights and misunderstandings.”
“Can you help me with it, Babs? I… I really don’t want to mess up what I have with Jay.”
“Sure y/n. I’ll help you. And I’ll make sure Dick have the same conversation with your boy.”
“I don’t…..”
“Hey, relax. It would be just brotherly talk. Jace is a prick but he loves you. But love needs to be mature. And he’s not there yet, sometimes he acts too emotional for the sake of both of you. I only do it because I care about you.”
“Thank you, Babs.”
"What are friends for?" Barbara nodded and would probably add something more if it wasn’t for the voice coming out of the speakers.
“Oracle, are you there? Why aren’t you responding?”
“I’ve just had important conversation with Ego, Nightwing.”
“About what?”
“Emotions. And you won’t like what I will ask you to do after you get back from patrol."
"Given our history together I think nothing can surprise me anymore."
"I'm sorry, is anyone working there? I need some intel!"
"Polite as usual, Red." Babs hissed "And in fact...." she glanced at me "I'm taking a night off."
"Whatever. I'll just handle myself then."
"Ego will guide you tonight." Babs smirked and I mentally facepalmed. She was so much like Dick at times.
"I hate you" I muttered but took her place in front of the screen "Hello Hood. Guess I won again. You are condemned to my advice."
"I think this is going to be an interesting night then, Ego."
"Oracle! Get Ego and Hood off the line now." Bruce hissed through the comms. "I swear I am working with immature kids."
"We're working on growing up, Bruce. We really do." Babs smiled, with zero intention of listening to his orders. Guess I was in charge after all and in fact, I started getting the feeling it would be quite enjoyable.
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carebeartherese · 1 year ago
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My live reactions to Loki season two ep 5:
-WOOOO HERE WE GO
-running through the recap
-Im actually scared for this episode srsly
-oooo the almost silent intro
-ALIVE???
-he is angelic fr
-where is everyone???
-did they go back to their timelines??
-Im loving these continued camera shots
-pie room??
-TIME SLIPPING
-oh shit
-:0 double Loki
-hello?
-time slipping is just an excuse for Loki to flip his hair like the hoe he is /pos
-time loop???
-WHAT THE FUCK
-WHY IS EVERYTHING COMING APART
-SHIT
-oop there’s the theme
-prison??
-CASEY?????
-WHAT THE HELL
-oh hes escapin
-where are they i wonder
-a boat prison??
-no not again dude Loki can’t handle this
-ALCATRAZ????
-his name ain’t Frank lmfao
-oh it’s the BOAT PLACE
-dude why are we back in the tva
-:0 SHIT NEW YORK 2012
-Aw b15 is such a great doctor I love her
-MOBIUS WHAT ARE YIU DOING
-living his dream
-who tf is don
-also his son??? No thank you
-LOKI GO SEE YOUR MAN
-this is so unserious
-LOKI IS SO CUTE ABOUT MOBIUS
-Mobius is adorable
-SINGLE DAD???
-FUCK YEA
-ooo 1994
-OB!!!!
-hes so silly
-awww he just wants to sell his books
-hes a writer <333
-in his bunker???
-ITS JUST LIKE HIS LAB
-dude ob will believe anything that happens to him
-the sons of who??
-ob is so adorable with his little “hey”
-dammit
-none of that made sense OB
-cannot control the time slipping
-oooo true
-LOKI = TEMPAD
-to save his friends
-oh yea shit kang is coming aint he
-control it Loki!!!!
-nope
-you look like you’re trying to take a shit
-there is no controlling time
-OB WE DONT SHOCK PEOPLE
-OR WHATEVER THAT WAS
-stop psychoanalizing
-go to the pie room
-GET THE BAND BACK TOGETHER
-oh that’s actually kind of smart
-ob is adorable and I love him and his tism
-oh fuck there he goes
-TO MOBIUS AGAIN!!
-he sucks at taking the trash out
-yea Kevin
-these kids are literally adorable
-don’t burn down the house pls
-“HELLO”
-these guys are so awkward
-just kiss srsly
-WAIT THEY ARE SO CUTE
-HES SUCH A SALESMAN
-wife long gone????
-cause of the gay
-is he flirting??
-are jet skis flirting????
-mobius really thinks lokis crazy
-OB HI
-none of this makes sense
-awww the way he grabbed Mobius
-dude theyre so gay
-they need to just kiss already fr
-yea your kids will be fine mobius I swear
-hes just a suburb dad
-this is a little heartbreaking but also gay tbh
-IKR IT IS A COOL NAME
-B15!!!! Come with!!!!
-CASEY FUCK YEA
-ESCAPE
-where’s sylvie?
-mobius looks shook
-and Casey trusts no one the little thief
-mobius/don is he flirting with Casey/Frank
-I love sylvie but she always gets angry and fucks shit up
-please leave her out of this one
-WAIT WHAT
-HOW DOES SHE KNOW YOU
-wait till it back
-fuck get that time slipping under control
-sylvie with her lesbian fit and her mullet
-ok but Loki loves mobius and doesn’t wanna loose him
-uncaring queen
-I mean she wants to live
-damnnnnn
-WAIT CALL HIM OUT
-WHAT DOES HE WANT
-FALSE
-HE WANTS MOBIUS SRSLY
-oh come on Marvel be more specific
-of course he doesn’t wanna be alone
-don’t make this romantic again pls
-NO WE ARENT
-his story is with mobius tho!!!
-Casey is such a weird ass hardened criminal
-mobius stop trying to sell shit to people
-Loki you are so babygirl
-NO WHAT ABOUT THE GANG
-I don’t understand anything anymore
-is sylvie flirting with record shop guy??????
-THE VELVET UNDERGROUND
-HOLY SHIT
-literally what is happening rn
-whos this guy in the back
-oh he disappeared????
-why’s shit disappearing????
-NOOOO
-THE TIMELINES DECAYING
-OH GOD NO!!!
-NOT HOT RECORD SHOP GUY
-and she’s gone
-so is the timeline
-Loki is so sad and lonely
-MOBIUS KISS HIM PLS
-HE NEEDS TLC
-NOT TRUE
-a timeline just died for some reason
-Loki was just waiting for this opportunity
-CASEY DAMMIT SRSLY
-OH FUCK NO
-WAIT EVERYONE COME BACK
-NO MOBIUS PLEASE
-OH GOD NOT PLEASE NOT KNTO THE DARK
-THIS VERY BAD DREAM
-oh shit Loki use them timeslipping powers
-GO BACK IN TIME
-YOU CAN DO THIS BBG
-ITS ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS
-oh come on dont give me that fuckin cliffhanger
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chicago-pd-is-weird · 1 day ago
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Alt Prompt 1: “Is this all a game to you?”
@the-three-shits-whump
Read it on AO3 via the link, or find it below the cut:
Hank sat in the cage, hands cuffed behind him, looking up at his two closest friends. He’d gone too far - again. Trudy had her arms crossed, tears streaking down her face. Al was leaning against the door of the cage, which was closed and locked, looking down as he picked at the skin around his nails.
Al sighed and spoke first. “You’re done.”
“Done? No. I’m just getting started. These guys deserve everything that’s coming to them, Al, and-“
“I said you’re done!” Al raised his voice, one of the rare times he did so. Hank deserved it. He looked at Hank, meeting his eyes with a dangerous glare. “Done! Forever!”
“You’ll have to kill me,” Hank said with a soft laugh. “Like putting down a diseased dog.”
“Is this all a game to you?!” Trudy cried, shaking her head and banging her fists on the cage. “Are you enjoying yourself?!”
“Very much so,” Hank replied, smiling as he stood, walking forward to meet her, face to face behind the chain link fence. “Yes, Dee, this is all a game to me. A silly little game. A fun little game. Murdering people, bad people, people nobody will miss - that’s the game. Killing them before they kill me.”
“Except you went too far this time,” Trudy replied with a huff, looking over Hank’s face through the holes in the fence. “Too far.”
“I only kill those who have to be killed. For the greater good.”
“What about the little girl?” Al asked.
“She got in the way! All I did was knock her out!”
“You killed her!” Trudy screamed. “You fucking killed her!”
“I knocked her on the head! It’s not my fault she died!”
“She had head trauma! It wasn’t just a blow, Hank, you bashed her skull in!” Trudy’s tears dropped from her face onto her chest.
“She’s not dead, she’s in the hospital.”
“On life support!” Al yelled. “She may as well be dead!”
“No,” Trudy said. “She is dead, because her grandparents decided to withdraw life support.”
“Then they killed her, not me,” Hank replied, shaking his head. “Her father would’ve killed her soon enough anyways.”
“That’s it,” Al replied, unlocking the cage. “That’s it. You are a sick animal. A deranged dog. You need to be put down.”
Hank chuckled. “Yeah, right. As if you’d do that, Olinsky. You couldn’t even handle Browning. Or, what about Pulpo? Advocating for his life? You don’t have it in you, O. How can you say that you’ll put me down when you can’t even put down some of the sickest criminals?”
“This isn’t revenge,” Al said, grabbing Hank and shoving him over to his Dodge Magnum. “This is justice.”
Trudy and Al pushed Hank into the trunk, taping his mouth shut, the closed it, driving hours outside of Chicago. The two drove in silence, considering exactly what they’d do, and how they’d do it. They needed to take care of the problem. They drove until they nearly ran out of gas, in which they stopped and fueled up, then drove more.
Finally, they stopped at some remote location near Green Bay, Wisconsin, but further north. Al stopped at a supply store, getting what he needed, just the way Hank had taught him.
The good old “Chicago necklace.”
It was just a few cinder blocks and a thick chain, but it was enough. He set them on the floorboards of the back seat. Trudy was crying silently in the second seat. Al got back into the car, sighing and taking her hand. “Want me to drop you somewhere? I can do this.”
“No,” Trudy whispered, shaking her head, squeezing Al’s hand. “For Jenny.”
“For Jenny.”
Al drove again, finding a secluded spot on the water. He found a small boat, paying under the table for it in cash, never to be put on the record. When everyone was gone for the night, he and Trudy got Hank out of the trunk.
Hank didn’t struggle. He didn’t even fight them, like they thought he would. He took it all without issue, getting onto the boat with Trudy and Al. He glanced between the two of them. He knew what was happening. It was evident by the looks on their faces. They’d already disarmed him, cuffed him, and made sure he couldn’t yell for help. The only thing left to do was kill him.
Once Al and Trudy were far enough out into the water, they looked at each other. The moon was covered by the clouds, making it so dark they could barely see one another, let alone anyone from the shore. Not to mention the fog that had started to roll in over the water.
Al stood up, taking the duck tape off Hank’s mouth for a moment, but didn’t say anything. Hank chuckled. “Want me to speak my last words?”
Al sighed, peering into the fog, as if he could see anything. Trudy spoke up, looking at Hank. “You don’t feel any remorse?”
“No,” Hank huffed. “I took care of the problem. She was collateral damage.”
“Then I know you’re really a monster. You’re not the man I met thirty years ago. You’re someone else. Someone… horrible. A man without a soul.”
“Call me what you will, Dee, I am what I am.” Hank shrugged.
Al turned around, tears rolling down his own cheeks now. “Fuck, Hank, I thought you’d at least…” He trailed off. What had he thought? That Hank would just come back to them?
“That I’d apologize? Feel sorry? Maybe even beg for my life?” Hank cocked an eyebrow. “You know me better than that, O. I’ve never begged and I won’t start now. Kill me if you want, but I won’t beg for my own life. I’ll live as long as I live and do whatever I do until someone else takes it away. I guess the question is are you gonna be the one to take it from me? Or will she?” He set his eyes on Trudy.
Trudy couldn’t help it. She slapped him, a hard, sharp slap to Hank’s cheek. “You’re a monster.”
“Yeah, I am,” Hank growled in reply.
“This isn’t who Camille would’ve wanted you to be.”
“She’s not here!” Hank yelled, lunging forward to knock Trudy over into the bottom of the boat. “She’s not here to dictate me! She left me! They took her away!”
Al grabbed Hank, pulling him off Trudy and punching him a few times until he was bleeding, then pulled him up and grabbed the chain, wrapping it around his neck.
Hank laughed. “Using my own technique on me, huh O?”
“Shut up,” Al replied.
“Stole it from me, like everything else has been stolen from me.”
“I said shut up!” Al pulled the chain right around Hank’s neck, making him laugh.
“Tighter, Al, I know you can. Choke me out. It’ll be harder to get the water into my lungs. A painfully slow death.”
Al shook his head, Trudy adjusting the cinder blocks so she could push them over the edge when they were ready. “I would never torture you like that,” Al replied, sighing again as he looked down at his former best friend, grabbing his revolver from his ankle and choking the hammer, pushing it against Hank’s forehead. “I’m not a monster like you.”
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plaindangan · 2 months ago
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Kyoko hated how everyone in the academy needed to be in a club. It was distracting her from her work! So in spite, she started the "I fucked Kyoko Kirigiri club". The plan was to simply be the president of the club with zero members that would be eligible to apply. Except she totally forgot about him, and him too, and also- okay! So there's 3 members who are qualified to join. She definitely won't get turned on while they all recall the times they fucked the detective silly, right?~
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This...this was supposed to be a shell club.
Just something completely nonsensical that Kyoko can put down on her record to say she's apart of and then get on with her ways. This wasn't supposed to be a legit thing...
Unfortunately, those who joined seemed to have taken the option seriously. Meaning, there was Kyoko after school, blushing as she sat in the circle with three people who she had...relations with.
To the left was Mondo, who looked both surprised and impressed. In the middle was Kokichi who a shit eating grin on his face and to the right was Peko who, while not as embarrassed as Kyoko, was also blushing a bit from how open this was.
That just begged the question: How did each one of them bag the Ultimate Detective?
Well, being her classmate, Mondo went first.
"Yeah, never fuckin' expected we bang, but it just kinda happened. Kyoko was posin' as one of my guys to get closer to some dipshits that were connected to some theft spree. Course, they kinda had a nose for sniffin' out who of us was kinda fakin' it and when it came to Kyoko I had to think fast to say she was my girl. But..." He coughed, looking a bit flustered. "They was callin' bullshit on that, s-so...this crazy chick just started to not only jerk me off right then and there, but also began suckin' me clean! S-s-so I though 'alright, we doin' this and gotta sell the bit' so I after gropin' her fat ass a bit, she pulls down her shorts to start ridin' my dick until I filled her up! Wildest' fuck of my life I tell ya!!"
"Wow. From learning this, I suppose I do not feel as awkward over recounting my tale with Kyoko. I found her prowling about the Kuzuryu Clan's headquarters, trying to take pictures or looking for evidence of its recent dealings. I caught her before anyone more ruthless could spot her, but I still couldn't let her just leave with our secrets. Though, she was adamant of not leaving empty handed. Which was..." Blushing, Peko began to nervously continue. "Sh-she began to eat fondle me. She is quite skilled with her hands, and, as shameful as it is to admit...she knows exactly where to rub~ So, I had to at least give her several non-essential plans of the Clan in exchange for such an experience."
"Wooooooooow, wow, wow, wow~ Our little detective here is quite the Ultimate Skank, isn't she?~" Kokichi teased, ignoring the glare of daggers being sent in his direction. "Now, it's my turn!! So I maaaaaay have swiped an envelope with key evidence, and maaaaaaaaaaay have suggested the only way she could get it back if she decided to do a series of complex puzzles....." Kokichi pouted and looked disappointed. "Yeah, no, instead she kinda just slammed her big butt on my crotch until I passed out from spurting too much. Sheesh, did you stuff that thing with iron or what? Ehhhh, Ultimate Slutective?~"
"...."
Kyoko? The trio passed all looked at their club president, and could only watch as Kyoko's face was burning red in...anger(?) Hm? Walking up to the club door, she suddenly locked it and turned to her subordinates with a deathly stern look on her face.
"...Such mouthy underlings I have...if you are to be in this club, one rule goes above all else." All three gulped gulped as she began to strip down and approach them.
"Never blather on my methods of investigation - though perhaps using the rest of this time to remind you all will sink it into your heads, correct?~" Criminals weren't a very sharp bunch...but Kyoko will ensure at least these three wise up considerably.
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villain-sympathizer · 1 year ago
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Hey, hello. Any chance I can get a nsfw hc or a confession of love with mr Compress? (Or both) 😁
I love this man so much.
YES ugh i love him so much too you have no idea 😭💕
i started writing this as general / romantic headcanons before realizing you asked for NSFW so uh, surprise! you got so much more content now! SDKFJHSDF blame (or praise) my adhd for not fuckin comprehending the entire question first
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Mr. Compress General / Romantic / NSFW headcanons
This post contains NSFW content, so minors DNI! [not to mention mans is like, 32 yrs old so y'all shouldn't be shipping urself w/ him anyway]
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This man is eccentric - that's a fact. So of course he’s likely to talk with big flowery words and large hand gestures to accentuate his topic of conversation - regardless of how much or little needed to be said
Like I said, he talks with his hands, A LOT, and he also likes to walk around or pace while he talks as well
Probably has ADHD but that’s likely just me projecting lmao
Obviously a theatre guy, adores musicals and old fashioned plays
If he were to have a Spotify it would be full of musical theater show tunes, both modern and retro
Everyone says he’s inept at technology, but I say that's just modern tech. He’s got an old laptop, a CD player, an old MP3 player (filled with musical show tunes and other indie stuff), and of course: a Nokia
He has a modern smartphone courtesy of the League, but he only uses it for phone calls and texts since he has no idea how nor want to use anything else on it unless necessary
Somehow both a fashion icon and disaster. Theatre kids, y’know?
Really only calls himself an old man due to the fact he talks like he just got transported from the Victorian era; because seriously, being in your 30s is not at all old
Despite always having his face covered, he takes great care in his complexion and appearance. Lots of skincare products, lotions, soaps, creams, etc.
Before the whole ordeal with the League, he would always join a community theater as a hobby! He adored doing silly little play sketches for charity or volunteering as a drama coach. He even directed some small local plays himself! (Under a pseudonym, of course)
Romantic
I headcanon him as gay, or at the very least bi/pan with a strong lean towards men
Love language is words of affirmation and gift giving! I mean, he’s such a talker that his love for speech is bound to extend to his partner. And he’s a master thief, so of course he’s going to steal only the best for his lover. They just have to say the word, and it’s in front of them the next day
Such a romantic, in the most classy yet extravagant way. Romantic candle lit dinner? Of course! But it’s at the top of the tallest building in the city with a gorgeous view of the moonlit ocean and bustling city all at once
Will absolutely do the cheesy magician move of pulling flowers out of his sleeve or hat and bows as he presents them to his partner, and no matter how many times he does this - which is at LEAST twice a week - his partner will always find it so charming
His partner will hopefully be willing to deal with his criminal record that only continues to grow, because he doesn’t plan on stopping
And if his partner wishes or does work alongside him as a thief/League villain? Incredible! Romantic! It’s like a Bonnie and Clyde type duo!
Just as long as his partner understands that he can and WILL compress them into a marble if things get too dangerous
Doesn’t often get jealous, or at least doesn’t make it obvious. When it IS obvious, it’s honestly adorable because he gets so pouty and clingy. Might even purposefully put on his frowning mask just to make a point, especially if his partner still hasn’t noticed how awfully and truly upset and ignored he is :’(
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Tops and bottoms equally, but leans towards service dom most times. However, it’s VERY easy to get him into a submissive, begging mess
With a few well placed touches and hushed words whispered in his ear, his partner can have them as putty in their hands
While he’s a romantic and would prefer being slow and intimate, he’s also secretly into quickies and fast, yet passionate sex
His kinks are a little all over the place and in some cases a bit strange. While he’s into more mainstream stuff like sensory play and roleplay, he’s also into things like frotting, clothed sex, semi-public sex, consensual exhibitionism, orgies, hands-free orgasms, using quirks during sex, all that sorta stuff
More than willing to wear the mask during sex - loves the sense of mystery it can bring
Before he was with his partner, he was super into alley quickies with complete strangers
Buzzed/drunk sex is something he likes, just with how often he drinks wine or champagne
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pumpkinmetaphor · 4 months ago
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Okay so we’ve seen how Kaoru would react to Kyoya (sort of kind of) dating, how would Kyoya react to Kaoru dating?
Okay okay so, Kaoru kind of feeds back into that last ask I got about "if you emote you lose." Kaoru ALSO thinks he's "not a jealous person" because he can generally keep a lid on it. Despite clearly being prone to bouts of jealousy.
Of course when Kyoya is dating women, this is more maudlin. It's not like Kyoya likes them anyway, but they can give Kyoya something he never can. So he's a little bit jealous, but for the most part can keep a lid on it.
(This is fun in Okay, Cupid! for me to write because Kaoru is blatantly passive aggressive about it at times but Kyoya isn't paying attention. I leave it up to the audience to decide whether you guys think he literally has Avril Lavigne's Girlfriend on the radio when Kyoya comes home in Ch. 4 bc I couldn't decide if that or The Best Damn Thing was funnier.)
Of course if it was Kyoya with a man, all hell would break loose. Some guy flirting with him? Kaoru is there, up in his business in a second. Kyoya thinks jealousy is irrational and amusing and probably wouldn't bring it up. Kyoya hypothetically dates some other guy? Kaoru isn't leaving the house. Absolutely ego crushing. There's no way he's making polite conversation with this guy at a group hang so he probably would have the self awareness to not go, or to bolt out of the place after the first barb thrown. Probably. The problem with thinking he's more mature than Hikaru though is that it would probably blind him to where that line is.
Okay back to your actual question sorry
Kyoya thinks jealousy is irrational, caused by emotions clouding judgement and logic. He is obviously above ever feeling such things because he would simply be able to talk himself out of them.
Yeah sure lmao.
Kyoya also dealt with Tamaki for years. He's clearly got a cool head if he was nursing that crush on a guy who would flirt with an upside down broomstick without any sort of aggro. I think Kaoru flirting with other people would only raise eyebrows. He'd immediately just assume it was part of some scheme or that Kaoru was doing it for attention, and move on.
After of course, determining exactly who this other person is, where they're from, their net worth, family background, criminal record if any, and overall whether they're worthy enough to be speaking to Kaoru at all, actually.
If some guy's flirting with Kaoru? Different story, Kyoya would probably suss out whether Kaoru is happy or about to commit verbal evisceration on them for annoying him and then intervene to woosh Kaoru away if it's the latter. Totally just rational crisis aversion, obviously.
Kyoya's solution to Kaoru dating is most likely just pretending it's not happening and not asking about it, unless Kaoru volunteers information. If Kaoru volunteers information, Kyoya politely listens and is definitely not in a bad mood for the rest of the day, what are you talking about, that would be illogical. If Kaoru doesn't, then it's not happening or Kaoru is withholding information which is worse and Kyoya would be minority offended at not being included in the gossip he didn't want anyway.
Kaoru seriously dating someone else? Well there's nothing Kyoya can do about that. If Kaoru's happy, then he should be happy and he will be happy about it in 5-7 business months. If Kaoru isn't happy? Kyoya doesn't exactly have any moral high ground to discuss that.
He definitely wouldn't be jealous though. That would be so silly and irrational. Kyoya could never. :)
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boxwinebaddie · 5 months ago
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hi nina! do you have any other songs that you think cd would cover? i just really liked new perspective and i think ur music taste is rlly cool :3
d'awww!!! hi there, sweet pea! <3
tysm for your ask but, before you start reading ( because this message got VERY long ), i just want to let everyone know that i used this ask to explain some Very Complex Ravenstan/Callgirl Fake Dating Lore...so if you are interested in that, it starts towards the middle of this ask...it's a lil chaotic, but i tried to make it as interesting and clear as i could! no obligation to read, ofc, as always, but i did want to preface this ask with that info, so you know this one is
*Secretly An Important RM Lore Ask.*
but back to what i was doing ( screaming ):
— because aAAAAAAAAAA!!!! c': <333
i am not even joking, you guys, despite the fact that my fic is based almost entirely around Music, i avoided answering music-related asks for so LONG bc i was legitimately so nervous about it being negatively perceived or read for filth on here, which, i Know, is silly because it's my fanfic and what i say goes, i can't change my music taste anymore than i can change the way my dna loops, but...idk.
like, i feel like A Lot of people are self conscious abt their music taste, but my social anxiety/inferiority complex can get so gnarly that i actually get Nervous when people ask me about what kind of music i like and i never EVER sit shot gun in cars bc i am...scared to aux. :/
iiiiiit's...That Bad. ( nina, please get therapy. )
i also feel like people in this fandom can get Very Intense about what kind of music they associate with the boys/what music the boys listen to and are FRIGHTENINGLY QUICK to rip people to shreds over opinions that don't align with theirs or aren't obscure or 'cool' enough.
bc of that, i try to be Very Lowkey on this blog because the larger part of this fandom and the criminally insane level at which they escalate petty fights over canon/fanon, like to the point that they are frothing at the mouth and start doxing people...gives me Extreme Stress. which, in my line of work, i actually CANNOT have happen.
tldr; i want absolutely NO part of it and like my lil corner.
thank you for keeping it Safe. <3
AND THANK YOU FOR ENJOYING MY MUSIC TASTE!!! EEEE c: <3 THAT IS SO REASURRING AND HEALING FOR ME TO HEAR!!!! MUSIC TO MY EARS, BABY! LITERALLY! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THAAAANK YOU! *holds you* *squishes you* *kisses ur head*
istg, if nothing else the fact that i have a bunch of you rocking out to New Perspective and positively associating it with my fanfic means that i have done my job and that's a legacy i'm willing to die with.
i'm being so serious, i feel like if rm was a tv show, it would play as the outro to every episode...but like a nice, soft, raw version w/ ravenstan on acoustic guitar to contrast the hard ass cd cover of style by tswizz that i think would open every episode...smh, nina, please, pleease stop imagining your unfinished, crack-fanfic as a netflix og series. >.>
BUT!!! okay!!!! in vein of trying not to worry about the perception of my music taste or what other people want from me...tHIS IS A KIND OF CONTREVERSIAL TAKE BUT I TIED IT TO THE PLOT, OKAY?
so, as a little nina lore and for context, when i was in elementary school around like 4th/5th grade, i was listening to like a lot of early y2k bangers, ig. dirty little secret by all american rejects, hey there delilah by the plain white tees, girlfriend by avril lavigne core, etc.
( just to make you giggle, i also had a ps2 and there was a series of video games called singstar that were some off shoot of rockband/gh that had mics you plugged directly into the system...pls note my high score on sk8r boi really should be put in the guinness world records, like if you held a gun to my head and told me to sing that song, i not only would i fuck it up but i would LIVE, baby! better luck next time! )
...it was also around early disney channel times ( the disney channel games with the team colors...that was my OLYMPICS, bitch! ) and i had this Disney Pop Hits Vol...1? i think? cd i used to play on the prehistoric radio thing in my room and my favorite song on it was...
pop princess by the click five.
AND I KNOW!!! I KNOOOOOW!!!! controversial take, but i am sorry, THAT SONG FUCKS!!!! THAT SONG IS SOOOO AWESOME!!!!!
and i feel like when ravenstan was fake dating call girl during the great hate south park embark, cd covered it: i am picturing a less finger-bang, btr, disney channel esqe sound and more of a pop-punk, pedal to the metal, electric guitar type, edgy rockstar boy typa beat.
but Yes, i think ravenstan covered it or idk i really think that it was made FOR call girl. and it was BAD ASF. i also think bc tcf wrote that song about hannah montana ( iconic ), and bc call girl is basically the whole internet's e-girl bubblegum pop princess in my fanfic, it just...
makes...Sense.
am i making sense? do we see the vision? aka rs in his lil pants w/ the ripped red and black flannel tied around his waist, fallin to his knees, singing his heart out, pointing at her, winking? PPL DIIIIIIIIIED.
and by people, i do mean jerseykyle n bebe who were MAD AS HELL,
-- but also tapping their toe...smh.
it was both very cool and very annoying. RIP.
( ...do i have jersey and bebe make out during the pop princess call girl tribute as mlm/wlw solidarity? HEEEELP ICOOONIC *jk vibrating with stress and anger vc* barbara, i need you to do somethin for me don't ask questions, i'll explain later, It's Important sdks MESSY! )
BUT OKAY!!!! SPEAAAAKING OF THEM AND THAT AND CALLGIRL AND RAVEN OF CRIMSON DAWN DATING!!!! i wanted to give you some lore and some spoilery plot about that/them bc it is burning a Hole in my brain...i must discuss r.s. and call girl becaaaause
~Its....Complicated.~
ANYWAYS!!!! IMPORTANT PLOT TIME!!!!
so, for more context: i am currently working on another ask abt how ike found out that jerseykyle/ravenstan used to be dating and during that conversation in kyle's room about three days into the sp trip, CONCURRENTLY somewhere Else, ravenstan and call girl are getting ready to do some flashy PR thing like go on a date/get din, idk.
BUT RIGHT BEFORE IT: ravenstan and call girl are alone together, and ravenstan, who, i am not even kidding you, is sooo fucking Pissed that this is EVEN HAPPENING because kyle is super mad at him, was like you are Actually Dead to me, WILL NOT TALK TO HIM...
( which without spoiling too much -- is actually why ike can tell that somethin Fucked Up is happening because j.k. is super aggressive and loud and is not afraid to Fuck Your Shit Up...but has not laid a FINGER on raven of crimson dawn...and actually, seems to not even want to be Near him, barely acknowledges his existence, leaves rooms that he is in and is Radio Silent around him...WHICH IS TWICE AS SCARY AS J.K. YELLING AND TRYING TO KILL YOU. so, uhh, Not fucking...Good, you guys. ike was like...this is...not fucking normal. )
but again, he cannot tell kyle what is going on bc he might actuuuuallly get MURDERED??? uh???
anyways, in whatever secure, secluded space rae/cg are in ( its somewhere private, i pictured a dressing room of sorts, like a makeup trailer, somewhere they have to take pics ) stan is Extremely Straight Up with her and says something to the effect of:
"i have no idea what you think this is or what you want this to be or what they told you, but we are not dating and this...is NOT. Real."
and call girl ( aka wendy whose identity is a secret to EVERYONE, No One has seen the bottom half of call girl's face...Ever. she changes her wigs everyday, they are Very Elaborate and is always in a very high tech face mask that covers her face from the nose down and uses a voice modulator to mask her speaking voice...a mysterious queen ) oddly enough seems completely relieved by this statement and is like
*squints*
"don't worry, Emo Boy. feeling is mutual. like, no offense, but you are seriously...not my type. Ew. trust me, i don’t want to do this either but,
— I Have To."
wHICHSHDLSKDHLSD SHE GUTTED HIM HELP. he was *gigantic stan slow eye blinks in shock* like "right, okay, Ow. that was...Mean." kshdlksdls but then was "--but i am glad we...agree. i Also HAVE To. not because of publicity, it's...Deeper than that...i can't really ta--"
to which call girl, locking eyes with him, dead seriously, lowering her modulated voice is like...
"it's tenorman, right?
He Threatened You."
and r.s, gagged! Again!!! is like
"holy shit, he THREATENED /YOU/ TOO?!?!"
and call girl nods very slowly and starts to say
"he told me if i didn't do it he would..."
and rs with the same kind of mounting horror whispers
" — Kill Everyone You Love And Care About?"
which, at this point, folks, they are both like...
...WOAH.
bc they realize they are both stuck in the same torture chamber together, they Both got cornered into this really elaborate ruse and have to keep it up in order to keep the people that they love Safe and it's...A Lot. it...really is. but it's also sort of freeing and cathartic to knowing you are not alone going through what is pretty much the worst thing that has ever happened to you in your entire life.
i also feel like...there is this natural bond. this Energy between them. like they understand/see each other and feel...safe with one another.
and call girl, guard still up, dips a toe in uncharted water, and goes:
"well...since were partners in crime now and have to live a lie in public...i think we at least owe it to each other in private...
...to be Real."
she offers this bc they have reached an understanding, an impasse, a standstill, a draw of sorts. and there is a thick tension...as well as this crescendoing vulnerability that hangs the air with her ultimatum as they stare warily at each other, strangers, both wearing still wearing their masks, call girl physically in hers and stan in his metaphorical one doing the dark, raspy smoke and mirrors raven voice bc he is...not sure about her in the same way that she is...
...still not sure abt him.
( they are basically that one spiderman meme where both the spidermans are holding each other at gun point. ) and it's a huge Risk to indulge her request, but again...they both have everything to lose.
and no one...but Eachother.
so he indulges her very tentatively and counters:
"alright...then, tell me something Real, call girl."
to which she nods, closes her eyes and goes. "fine. my real name..."
call girl trails off, reaches up to tap the voice modulator on her mask, turns it off, reaches out her rhine-stoned, sequined, hot pink faux leather gloved hand out to shake his and in her real voice, says,
" — Is Wendy."
and this...is a Very BIG Deal.
again, no one has ever heard call girl's voice before. no one knows what her name is or Anything about her. she doesn't even preform live, she does virtual concerts and is basically this sort of mysterious, ai, vocaloid/miku internet personality that is very Carefully and elaborately Coded and ENCRYPTED to keep her identity Safe.
so her turning off her voice mod and speaking to stan, not as a fictional, larger than life computer-generated celebrity, but as a human being...is massive.
it's also very...Comforting to ravenstan.
who has not been himself...for a very long time. and it's not smart, it's not a good idea, but he decides to trust her and in turn,
in his real voice, says,
"stan. my name...is Stan.
It's Nice To Meet You, Wendy."
he shakes her hand and she shakes his.
she says, "it's nice to meet you too, stan." :)
and it feels...Nice. it should feel wrong, what they're doing, but it feels right, it feels fucking amazing to stop Preforming. she knows his name, she's seen his face...but realizes he still has not seen Hers and running on adrenaline, bolstered by a rare surge of bravery, chinks at her armor, or mask rather, and makes a motion.
literally.
bc he reaches up towards her face and goes, "oof. it's nice to hear your human voice; the dystopian robot voice was lowkey espantoso."
he laughs, it's genuine and super ugly, god bless him. so you Know he's being really real when he asks "but...if it's all the same to you. if were going to speak freely; i'd like to...see Who i am speaking to.
so can i, please, uh...see your Face? your whole face.
your...Real face."
and oof. this...is a little nerve-wracking for wendalends.
she's neeeever taken the mask off. ever. Ever. EVER.
For A-n-y-o-n-e.
but...she might never have the chance again and it is...really stuffy under there. so she Agrees and lets stan remove her face apparatus.
ravenstan does say "Wowza." HDLKSHDSl amazing.
he's also my boyfail king and says something very fucking stupid like
"sorry, you're REALLY Pretty. i was worried might look like deadpool under there." she smiles, it's beautiful. no one has seen her real smile before as call girl and thanks him. she goes on to apologize and is like
"thank you, stan. you're really sweet and i...am sorry i said 'ew'. it's not because you're ugly, you're kind of...Cute for a guy, actually? you have really nice bone structure and very kind eyes. it's just, when i said you weren't my type i meant Boys. in...general."
her voice shakes a little, she's never admitted this out loud before, not even to her girlfriend. but she trusts stan with the nice bone structure and dumb ugly laugh and very kind eyes, so she says
"i'm a...Lesbian.
i'm also Seeing Someone at the moment.
It's Complicated."
and stan is like, skhdlsd way too excited to talk about kyle, and is like
"okay, whew! i'm ALSO seeing someone! or well..." then remembers and is like oooof "well...i Was...seeing someone i guess. it's..."
my man is Depressed and is trying to change the subject because he realizes he actually can't talk about kyle because not only is cartman going to kill him if he does...he is also gonna freakin K!ll Himself because he's actually so sad that kyle currently hates his GUTS.
so he sighs, echoing her and admits "It's...Complicated." :/
he wants to hear something nice though, something real...and nice. because he is a romantico king. who believes more than anything...
in Love.
so he asks her what her girlfriend's name is. <3 :')
annnd i think she is About to say bebe's name...but realizes if she does, it will completely blow her cover.
like her ACTUAL Cover.
because stan knowing her first name and her what she looks like under the mask is one thing...but the second she says bebe's name, it's going to reveal that she is kyle's bebe's wen/wendyl which...is
Meeeeessy.
but she reasons ( as an intelligent, rational queen ) that regardless of how messy things get, her and stan are in this mess together and that the best time to make a mess...is when you are Coming Clean.
still...this is...very sensitive information. she’s not sure how he's gonna take it and needs some sort of collateral.
so she states her terms.
and call girl, who stan now knows is wendy, but not bebe's current girlfriend ( yet ) says "okay. i am going to tell you something, but in order to do it. i have to tell you...Everything. in exchange, i need YOU to tell me Everything. i am going to give you One Chance to do so willingly. if not...i do not care how untraceable you Think you are, i am very familiar with the dark web and i will find out everything i Need to know about you. and do with that information...What. I. Please.
...so /please./ promise me you won't tell anyone about what i am about to tell you...and then, tell me...stan...Something Real."
stan agrees and wendy goes into everything. comes out as trans to him and explains her origin story. ( i started to write everything in this ask but it got too long, i'll tell you all about call girl/wendy in another ask i have a couple in the box i can use, haha. ) she tells him pretty much everything ( it's a big therapy session in there ) up until this point, gaydhd ravenstan...manages to understand
Everything.
and when she finishes, true to the deal, she gently volleys the ball into his court, ( they are friends now, aw <3 ) and softly goes:
"okay...Your Turn."
and so ravenstan...who is Deeply Inspired by wendy...Wowza. he seriously thinks she is so fucking cool and ALSO A TRANS ICON??? HELLO? he feels v seen and heard and safe, so uh...jesus christ, he grabs wendy's hands, takes a veeeeeery deep breath and goes,
"so, i...
— Am DEAD."
LKHDSHSDLKDS HEEELP KSHLKDS
annnnnnd proceeds to tell her everything.
and i do mean...Everything.
they talk for the rest of the night basically, having this heart to heart, at the same time that, unbeknownst to ravenstan, jerseykyle and ike are also having a heart to heart....wendy and stan are platonic besties, they agree to keep each other's secrets as t4t legends stuck in cartman's fucked up marionette hell together, they agree to keep their crazy charade up while they try and find a way out/back to bebe and kyle, take some v convincing publicity pictures together ( i do think jk and bebe see them and want to die So Bad, it's not funny...bebe/jk or wendy/rs...choose your doomed broship. Fml. )
and that's...
Your Crazy Uncle Nina RM Lore Drop For The Night!
i hope you enjoyed it, haha. <3 please feel free to drop me a line in the ole ask box about it and ofc, as always, to ask me anything you would like! if you're still with me...after all this time. thank you so much for supporting me and enjoying my content.
it means...Everything to me.
and in writing something fake...
thank you all:
for being my Something Real. <3 c':
-uncle nina, callgirl/raven superfan
#rm spoilers#i am sorry this was so fucking nuts#idk why i decided to put aside like four hours to write this#but here we are help#i hope it was thrilling#ALSO IM SORRY POP PRINCESS ACTUALLY FUCKS SO HARD I DONT EVEN CARE THAT SONG SLAPS#also if rs dropped the punkrock version of it and held my hand ion stage i would end it all everyone was jealous#especially jerseykyle who was trying to be aloof#okay jerseykyle being silent...its so scary yall its actually frightening and YOU KNOW RS IS ACTING A DAMN FOOL#trying to get him to look at him its sooo...smh like he is acting the hell up like pick me choose me KHDLKSHLD#and surprisingly he is not choosing violence which is actually More violent and three thousand times scarier AAAA :(#BUT RAVENSTAN AND CALL GIRL I FUCKING LOVE THEM THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS I MEAN IT THEY ARE BESTIES#THEY ARE AN UNLIKELY ALLIANCE AGAINST CARTMAN AND IN GAY FUCKED UP CELEBRITY HELL TOGETHER#idk they are very sweet to me and both understand what the other one is going through they are platonic soul mates#they are rockstar popstar jersey and bebe tbh#its such a mess#sorry this is so poorly written i really did my best#and again at this point i am genuinely not sure who is still hanging in there for my weird content but if you want it#here you go baby#feel free to yell at me in the inbox if u would like#it thrills me very much#me at the top of my lungs at two am: pOP PRINCESS HOOOLD MY HAAAAND POP PRINCESS IM A FAAAAAN#POP PRINCESS I NEEED YOU NOW FREAK ME OUT TURN UPSIDE DOOOWOOOoOWOOWn skdhlkshdls#please someone tell me you see the vision i am so passionate about this i am sorry this is so real to me#jk and bebe rage bait making out is peak content#Happy Pride Month 🌈😩
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sk1ttery · 1 year ago
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Tell about the Brooklyn Bunch plz
Wallflower AU Brooklyn Bunch!!
The sillies :))
To explain these silly guys I’m gonna compare them to the Hattan Bunch.
The Manhattan Bunch are a found family who started off as friends. They grew up around each other, on the same streets, playing together. And they grew from friends into a family.
The Brooklyn Bunch began as a gang who’s only need was trying to survive the area they lived in because of how rough it was. But, over time, their bond got stronger and they became a found family too.
Whether it’s through blood or not, they’re both little families.
The Manhttan Bunch’s bond is more seeking comfort in each other, trying to help each other. It’s driven more by their ‘love’ for each other. They always check in with each other. They notice the little things, like habits they have.
Whereas the Brooklyn Bunch’s bond seems to be driven a lot more by instincts and a need to protect each other and survive because so many of them grew up on the streets. They needed to survive, and for them, coming together as a ‘Gang’ was the only way to do that.
The Manhattan Bunch have little groups within the group. (The Bros, Kloppmans Boys, The Wingmen and such)
But Brooklyn Bunch they’re all ONE group. No sub-groups.
In the Manhattan Bunch the smaller, inner groups seem to understand each other better. Like The Wingmen know each other better than the rest of the group do.
But with the Brooklyn Bunch they all understand each other on a much deeper almost intimate level. To outside viewers, the Brooklyn Bunch seem to ‘disregard’ things such as Price flinching at any loud noises, Hot-Shot’s flashbacks. None of them will ‘comment’ on it? If they’re hanging out and Price flinches at a noise, none of the Brooklyn Bunch will comment. Whereas the Manhattan Bunch would more inclined to ask if Price is okay and start checking up on him.
This is not down to the Brooklyn Bunch not caring, It’s down to the amount of trust they have in each other. They have such a close DEEP bond and strong trust of each other that they know if it was SEVERE they’d ask for help.
This also isn’t saying that the Manhattan Bunch don’t trust each other, it’s just that they WAY they trust is different if that makes sense.
Both groups function every different but are family nonetheless.
The Brooklyn Bunch began with Graves and Spot. Two kids who adopted each other as brothers. They stuck together for protection and eventually, over time, the other members of the groups slowly started to join them. Graves’ friends, the younger boys, Hot-Shot and the girls.
Some people within the group go way back. Such as Stray and Hot-Shot (They mean sm to me), Graves and Spot, Stray and Lucky, Graves and Lucky.
There’s a group of them who all live in the same apartment building together.
Hot-Shot and Myron live together with Ten-Pin.
Rodger and Price live together with Barney, Oatmeal and Coffee Bean. Rodger and Price are in fact older in this AU (in their twenties) and the other three are 16-17, their unofficial kids.
Lucky and Stray have an apartment together.
Graves and Spot.
Hawk.
Splint.
Almost all of them have motorbikes and they’re as a ‘Biker Gang.’ They go on rides together around the city. They’ll go to clubs and bars and sit outside with their bikes and stare down any creeps or people trying to start fights.
The only ones in the group with CLEAN criminal records, or who have never been caught doing anything illegal are Price and Spot. This is simply because I think it’s really funny that the leader of the group has a clean record.
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mojo-dojo-cracka-house · 11 months ago
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Ayo buddy, watch it I'm waukin 'ere (Pinned Post)
Sup bitchesssss, we're a bunch of crazy people who are insane but also slightly funny but just slightly.
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@thebluekid-underyourbed
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@unknowncorvidae
This is a silly little family AU because we're a silly little hypothetical family!! We're a little stupid so be warned you might lose braincells.
Ursa: the world-weary mother. She’s given up trying to reign in the family and now just sits back and watches them commit arson and kill the world. A raging alcoholic but only for comedic purposes. She has a high tolerance to alcohol and never gets drunk. Could chug vodka without blinking. Loves both her queer and cishet kids and would snap the neck of anyone who dares even look at them in a rudely. Penguin.
Ad: the neighborhood kid. He’s not even part of the family biologically and legally speaking. One day they waddled up to Ursa and the next day Ursa announced everyone now had an emotionally adopted sibling. They hang out around the house and create chaos with the family. Tortures people for the heck of it (a telltale sign of potential serial killers, according to rumors), threatens to fuck people with Cranberry, commits arson with the Roomba (and is sometimes caught actively encouraging it to run over the dog poop and track it around the house), etc. A pleasure to have in class.
Splat: elder sibling who is shorter than everyone. Very smart and super cool. She’s probably the second-most sensible person in the family. Has her own fair share of a criminal record. Mostly physical assault and some light arson here and there. Barely has her life together but it makes her a funnier person so there’s that. Fucking legend. Controlled chaos.
Osmosis: younger sibling who towers over everyone. Has never cussed, will never cuss, does not cuss. He does, however, willingly be the Guy In The Chair. Is the distraction in most crimes. Is the sneaky boi too. Likes setting off the plan. He’ll throw the bomb that will distract the guards, light the dynamite to draw away the police, etc. Enjoys coding. Has been known to tell the Roomba to draw dicks. Wholesome but will snap all 206 of your bones before finally killing you without hesitation or remorse. Weirdly obsessed with shoulders and Pokemon. Can code though, so there's that
Cranberry: middle child and middle height. Threatens to fuck literally everyone. Helps Ad catch the animals he tortures and watches. Points at every single fictional character and draws attention to their asses. Thinks the monkeys from Wizard of Oz were sexy. Cleans faer glasses with soap and water. Excels at school because of course fae does. Will break your shins. Enjoys finding loopholes to even the simplest instructions. A pleasure to have in class.
Ai: tired wine aunt. Aggressively ADHD. Best sister and aunt ever. Always sneaks candy in pockets, encourages crimes, doesn’t care about bedtimes, tells Ursa the kids behaved very well while she was out of the house thank you very much, etc (obviously Ursa knows but the house isn’t on fire so she considers that a win). Is drunk all the time, but somehow always manages to be a light drunk. Not drunk enough to crash the car, not drunk enough to be loopy, nothing. She is just always seen with a wine glass filled to the brim (never spilled anything in her life) and she always just seems sliiiiiightly tipsy. Never more, never less. Ursa says her sister seemed like that ever since they were kids.
Jiyuu: hobo. Always seen carrying around a sieve for some reason. Not even carrying around - it’s just in his pockets all the time. Jun Leaf calls it a holebowl and nobody has called it anything else. Hobo with a holebowl. Cranberry took one look at Jiyuu on his first visit to the family and promptly said, “You look like a hobo.” Jiyuu has never lived that down. Jiyuu enjoys teaching crimes and controversial stuff. He makes sure all the kids are aware that Australia is a lie. He talks about WWII and stuff and pins it on random people. He says murder is good and the kids repeat his arguments to everyone they meet. The hotdog guy at the baseball stadium did 9/11. Always manages to look 36 and 93 and 12 at the same time.
The Roomba (AKA Jun Leaf): mix of BB8 and Roomba. There’s no question in anyone’s mind that it is alive. It showed up one day and has just been in the house ever since. One day Ursa complained about the constant mess around the house, and the next day there was the Roomba. A few days later, Splat commented that the Roomba kept showing up in places that there was no way it could reach and it was almost like it was alive. They name it Jun Leaf as a joke. The next morn, the Roomba has Googly eyes taped on it. Nobody knows who taped the Googly eyes. Every 18th of November, the Roomba is found with a blue birthday hat.
Jun ?: an alternate? One day there was a kid on the couch sitting crisscrossed with the Roomba on his lap. Said he broken out of the mirror. He showed them the mirror that sat in the supply closet where the Roomba was supposed to always return to after doing it’s periodic cleaning of the house. It was broken. Nobody believed vim until ve said vis name was Jun ? and then held up the Roomba and asked for its name. Hangs around the house. Always has pieces of mirror in vis hair and clothes. Is the human embodiment of the Roomba. Often found with the Roomba in vis hands.
NotAd: Sometimes Ad shows up to the house hollering for blood. Other times NotAd shows up hollering for food. Ursa worried something happened to her child the first time NotAd made an appearance. NotAd is Ad just reversed. The family speculates NotHim to also be from the mirror (mostly because NotHim looks exactly like Ad but is left-handed). Somehow always has a mirror shard on NotHim (similar as to how Ad somehow always has a pocket knife). Palms of NotHis hands have scars that look like NotHe pushes their way through glass.
Oscar: Osmosis but as a virtual entity. Odiend2 first appeared on Osmosis' computer, much to Osmosis' surprise (he just walked in and there Odiend2 was, a perfect reflection of him waving at himself). Odiend2 has also showed up on the TV screen, spoke to the family through the TV speakers, and occasionally beeps the microwave in some form of code. The Roomba beeps back (somehow; the Roomba has no voice box). Odiend2 helps Osmosis out with coding but also enjoys randomly deleting files. An oddball (like Osmosis, lol) but he gets an excuse because he’s a virtual thing and cannot wreak actual havoc.
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yikes-ajax · 1 year ago
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Yikes! No blog intro? No longer!
What's UP my DUDES, it's time to sit the FUCK up (seriously, straighten your back you animal) and LISTEN UP. I am the MOST disinteresting person you will EVER meet and yet here we are. My name is AJ or sometimes Roary (if you know you know, hey besties) and have the stupidest cat ever and that's IT. But to fill the void in my metaphorical and dead heart, and really just to appease my need to feel special, here's the basics.
I am:
- An adult (aka throwing more temper tantrums than I did as a kid)
- Bisexual
- Genderfluid, literally any pronouns are fine (just nothing dehumanizing, if you care)
- American (insert sigh here)
- Disabled (mobility and neurological)
Blog Navigation
Main: 🌟 You're here!
Sims blog: @yikes-a-simmer
Vent blog: @yikes-ajax-thats-sad
Trauma blog: @puppydog-eyes-kittycat-claws
Dogboy blog: @weewoof
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Under the cut is just some extra info if you really feel like boring yourselves ↓
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Nitty Gritty
For those who care about the details for some reason??
- I alternate between canes, crutches, and a wheelchair (my dad once called my car a medical store) so when I make stupid jokes about being crippled or shit it's because I'm disabled and don't know how to cope
- You don't need my health records (I am a simp for my neurologist and don't need your opinions from five minutes of searching google), but what I occasionally talk about and am comfortable sharing is that I have functional neurological disorder (fnd), non-epileptic seizures (thanks fnd), poor mobility (thanks again fnd), and so... So many mental issues, as you can probably guess, such as PTSD, the spicy kind of depression that needs 3 different meds to stabilize, a sensory processing disorder I was diagnosed with so long ago I don't remember the name of (is that mental or physical??), and other bullshit
- I've got severe social anxiety but I'm trying my best to get out of my shell, so don't hesitate to interact, just forgive my rambling and nervousness
- Surprise, surprise, I have dissociative identity disorder (did), and yes, I'm traumagenic if you really must use such stupid terms. I don't give a fuck about dumb syscourse, I think endos are offensive af but what do I know, I can't even parallel park and know how to stay in my own lane. I've been in the DID community, you can probably guess who I was if you do enough digging but I have no interest in revisiting that side of the Internet, it is the most toxic community I have ever seen
- I sometimes go dark, but I'm fine, I'm likely just busy or obsessed with a video game and my queue has ran out
Current interests (stuff I post in-between cat pics when I feel inclined): Critical role / dnd, star wars, crochet
Video games: Ark: survival evolved, star wars criminals, Minecraft teehee, Red dead redemption (1 and 2, yeehaw), skyrim
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Rosie (the reject) and PJ (the pacifist turned genocidal but still total baby)
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Rue (the mean ass) and Allie (the bottom of the food chain that is in perpetual fear, but hey, she has an extra toe so that's cool)
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Meadow (weapon of mass destruction)
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And me, AJ (the bitchass blog runner you'll hopefully never see the face of)
Do not interact:
My neighbors cat 😤😡🖕😾
Encouraged to interact:
Aliens, goblins, werewolves (hey mamas 😎), marine biologists, people who ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind, little guys, little clown guys (THIS IS A SAFE SPACE FOR CLOWNS, I REPEAT, SILLY LITTLE GUYS ARE WELCOME!!), those discontent with their mortal flesh and wish to break to endless spiral of human destruction, little meow meows, anarchists, Dr. Gregory House (please fix me sir), that one hot chick from that one show I watched that one time, DILFS PLEASE, and stupid little fdufcking.. stupid little bitches
All in all,
I'm just here to have a good time and bring some laughter to anyone who wants it. My favorite thing to do is laugh and crack jokes, and if I can make someone else laugh with me, then my purpose here on earth is done. Though, I have a very dry and sarcastic humor that I know can sometimes be hard to read, so please just understand that I'm usually just playing around! I promise I'm not as mean as I seem!
You don't need to worry about anything upsetting here, I try not to post or reblog anything that could dampen someone's day, because not only are y'all here to escape, I am too. This blog will always be safe, I have no interest in discourse, don't care about a DNI, and rarely bother checking who follows me unless you're talking to me. Anonymous asks are on for fellow socially anxious lurkers that wanna talk, but be warned— don't diss my cat 👹
Thanks y'all, love you guys. Stay safe and sleep well ❤️
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moviemunchies · 1 year ago
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I had decided to watch Mockingjay, Part 1, but Roku informed me that it’s been removed from all of the streaming services I have access to. Oh, well.
I promise we’ll do something different next time.
It goes like this: after the events of the last movie, Brian is now street racing in Miami, when he’s picked up by the Feds. They’re not happy with him for letting Dom go at the end of the last movie, but they don’t want to arrest him, they want him to go undercover again. See, cartel boss Carter Verone is up to no good, but he’s hiring drivers, so US Customs wants Brian to infiltrate the gang with a partner. The partner supplied is crap though, so he picks his own–his estranged friend Roman Pearce. If they complete this job, both of them will have their criminal records purged. Joining them is Customs Agent Monica Fuentes, undercover as Verone’s girlfriend.
Brian and Roman will have to get over their antagonism and use both their skills and their wits if they’re to secure their freedom, and get out of Verone’s clutches alive.
My understanding is that this movie is the least well-regarded in the series. And re-watching it now? Yeah, I get it. Despite Roman being a memorable addition to the cast and a fun character, along with a good balance to Brian, the Plot isn’t very interesting, Brian barely goes anywhere as a character, and Verone is a boring and shallow villain.
Brian gets a new love interest in Monica, but only kind of? She’s just… there. I don’t want to say she’s just eye candy, as she’s a federal agent, but she doesn’t really do that much in the Plot that  couldn’t have been done any other way. She and Brian are clearly interested in each other, but it doesn’t go anywhere, and they don’t really know each other. TV Tropes claims that there was originally a sex scene that was cut because Eva Mendes didn’t want to do it, and given how little these two actually know each other, I agree, but it seems silly, all in all. She keeps flirting with Brian even when it would blow up in her face, given her cover as Verone’s girlfriend??
Her role is dumb, is what I’m getting at.
[Also, the suggestion that Brian always instantly falls in love with whatever beautiful woman is in front of him cheapens his relationship with Mia in the first film, I think?]
Not helped is that Verone is pretty boring? He’s a generic crime lord. He doesn’t even really get cool lines or anything. He has a couple of scenes where he’s especially menacing, but he’s not a memorable villain, which leads to a pretty forgettable Plot. Look, the original film is far from genius, but it’s at least got some really interesting bits. Our lead has to choose whether to admit that his new friends are actually crooks, and from there whether to turn them in to the law enforcement he works for or to help them out. This is just, “Oh hey! This guy is an evil douchebag.”
If you like racing and car stunts though, this movie has got you covered. I think some of these scenes are downright spectacular and fun to watch. I will admit that I am not a car guy, so maybe it’s crap, but it looks nice to the layman. I suspect it is impressive all-around though, because this is a movie aimed at car enthusiasts. It’s also got a disclaimer during the credits that the stunts you see are done by trained professionals, and that you absolutely should not be doing this at home.
And Roman Pearce. He’s a highlight in this film. Brian is not that interesting of a guy, especially in this movie, and Rome is much more entertaining. He’s funny, he’s interesting, he’s got… well, not complexities, I guess, because this is not that deep of a movie. But he’s probably the best part of this movie, bringing most of the memorable moments and being a likable, capable character. He’s not always the smartest guy, but he’s fun to watch on screen, so if there’s something to watch this movie for other than the stunts, it’s him.
I did not find this movie that impressive. The first movie isn't brilliant, but this feels like a typical early 2000’s dumb action film. Yeah, you could do worse, and if you want to be a completionist for the series, you probably want to see it. But otherwise, you could do a lot better for movies. 
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My unpopular opinion is that vampires are actually very lame, boring, and not actually all that enticing. Why would a vampire be enticing when you could go full cannibalism on someone? Something like "Ravenous" is far more homerotically enticing than anything Vampire related. I am bored by them and rather uninterested in them as a whole and they simply do very little for me. I have to enjoy the character as a character when vampires are involved. Otherwise the whole vampirism trait is just... bland and like: "Okay. And I'm sure their favourite colour is blue. Those bits of information hold the same amount of value to me."
Firstly I see your point but some people are cowards. And need to be slowly radicalized. By me. And generally I do feel the same where like. I really have to enjoy The Character to also enjoy that they're a vampire. And them being a vampire has to add something to them, which brings me to;
That part about cannibalism actually reminds me of a character who I recently got (back) into after (re)watching Preacher after like 2017. The major vampire character in that (Proinsias Cassidy) is. Alright, so to spoil it a bit and give an idea, he was born in 1897 somewhere around Dublin, and became a vampire after having the absolute worst night of his life in 1916 after seeing his best friend brutally murdered in Irish uprisings, deserting his poet because of it, and then being dragged into a bog by a vampire and turned by them (they put so much effort into the bog vampire that I'm also kind of obsessed with them but they were unfortunately never focused on). Because of that, he feels like there's no point in returning to his family and community for a lot of reasons (firstly likely his desertion and the regular early 20th century 'this is a monstrous thing that I am! This is so so horrid and so am I for it!' Feelings, but he also later tells a story about a woman he knew having all 6 of her kids die at the end of world war 1, and then at some point his criminal record in the United States is read, implying he went to New York in the 1920s, then travelled around most of the 20th century). After that, he goss on to have something of a life of crime and escalating shenanigans such as a lot of drugs. But every now and again, when it's mentioned (such as his murder of someone in the 1920s), his outward personality of a 'fun-loving party guy' (which, in the scene he's introduced in, it becomes clear he actively utilizes to get people to lower their guards around him when they're in any way dangerous to him, like religious extremist vampire hunters) starts to slip and he suddenly seems consumed with a sopping wet, pathetic kind of sadness.
At this point, I'm realizing I'm kind of selling you on him like a used car salesman but like please stay with me here.
There's this repeated long-running joke in the show where he talks about the idea that people 'use skin graphs now. Insane, right? Just take skin from somewhere and put it somewhere else? And they're probably using foreskin too' which sounds like just such a silly thing for him to be sooo horrified by right? Especially when he enjoys so many other terrifying things like the character he's absolutely in love with (she kissed him. Once. When she thought he was a human who was dying. They also had sex once which he referred to extremely sadly once as having 'made love') irritatedly picking blood and viscera out of her hair. But surely not indicative that he clings to his conservative terror at the prospect of cannibalism as a remnant of the time and place he wants to go back to but can never right?
Well, at some point there's a very detailed scene in which he imagines getting far enough with the one he loves so much to tenderly kiss her for a while, before he loses track of himself and starts cannibalistically eating her. It's only after that that we see him, terrified by his own ideas alone, terrified by things that, by that point, other characters frequently see and have absolutely little to no problem with.
There's also a part in which he shows his 'true self' to his. Best friend of. Less than a month. Seriously, he met the main character at a bar or something, they talked for a while, and then he was willing to brutally murder anyone who was a threat to him at all. These 2 were just. Unwell about each other. And he can survive literally anything as long as he can eat flesh/drink blood after (but it has to be from something recently deceased or still alive). Except the sun. So to show his best friend his true nature, he just. Walks into the sun after saying, 'Are you gonna let me burn now too?' And does catch flame and burn horribly before he's put out. He then spends a while locked in a room being slowly healed by eating various animals until someone manages to trap her shit husband in with him, who he eats, but not before the audience can know he doesn't like doing that at all.
But then that best friend goes back to him there, the one who's horrified is Just Him. His friend just apologizes for having let him burn and generally been awful to and dismissive of him, but he's just like, "but.... you did put me out. Eventually🥺".
Much later in the show he's also revealed as canonically bisexual with a morally worse vampire who likes the 'stereotypical' vampire aesthetic, until he finds out he does actually eat people and major confrontation ensues. But only because he was so extremely pathetic about it all that the followers of that vampire had Cassidy turn them so they could all devour that other vampire (vampires can always devour other vampires in this).
Later on, the major antagonist of the series offers him literally anything he'd want (to be lovers with that character, to just Go Home, to his own time and place) and he keeps refusing, but during that, he's summed up best, with the line, "I think you're a little boy who wants to go home." And he just. Cries in the most pathetic way I've ever Seen. And the last scene after that is the main character discovering him almost dead, forced by that character to drink blood out of desperation, saying, "I'm sorry. I said no. I kept saying no. Until I said yes. But for you. Not for me." And the main character, who has spent the past 3 seasons just being horrible to him, is gently holding his hand telling him he understands and he did his best.
ANYWAYS. I hope I've convinced you he's. He could maybe be an exception. Because this isn't even all of the. Well. Everything about him.
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masked-and-doomed · 2 months ago
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Soo his diary abilities and his own detective abilities.
His future diary is tailored specifically for the diary keepers, and, if Kira is a diary keeper alongside with having the death note, I think we'd have a very big problem on our hands. So for this, I'll assume Kira is not part of the Survival Game, and so, will not be a part of Aru's big source of info.
Alright, well, at least he has his own detective skills, no?
After all, it's not actually 'his own'. It's Deus making him do shit.
He is actually just favoured by god. Created by him. To watch over the Diary Keepers.
And do you think God is gonna let some random guy potentially ruin his Survival Game because he has a silly little book that is equally as ridiculous as everyone's silly little diaries? NO!
He's gonna give Aru the hints and whatever he needs to GET him. Because HE HAS GOD ON HIS SIDE (in a way.)
He's practically confirmed to get him. WHAT IS KIRA GONNA DO AGAINST GOD'S WILL?
Deus will just bullshit it in a way where Aru doesn't get caught. He's here to make sure everything is going 'smoothly' against diary keepers and boy, if God thinks Kira is gonna meddle with it, Kira is going down.
Anyway what I'm saying is the people voting are basing it all on memory and they don't remember he HAS GOD ON HIS SIDE, just that in the Survival Game, it wasn't to Aru's own favour. But this? Oh Kira's got no chance.
Well, with that, I hope they let him keep doing whatever he wants after this. Get rid of all the skipping school on his record. I mean, catching a criminal this big? Let the kid live his short life of doing detective work.
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river-bottom-nightmare · 3 years ago
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Nightwing #80 Review
woot woot i’ve kept it up for three issues lets gooo. i liked this issue more than the last one. there’s a lot of fanon dick characterization peppered in, but not so much that it puts me off entirely. also, i’m getting increasingly concerned about bitewing. but i did like tim in this one, very nice
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look at all the blue and purple and pink. honestly at this point, i’m a broken record but come on come on come onnnnnnn. the blue and pink is very pretty though. this cover’s a bit offputting at first, and a bit spiraly, which i’m sure was the intended effect.
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this is a genuine concern of mine. dick’s a vigilante, and he doesn’t have the same sprawling network and resources that bruce does. (even if he is a billionaire now, he hasn’t amassed the same collection of crime-fighting equipment that bruce has.) 
i’m not sure if he’ll be able to take care of bitewing. damian’s got plenty of pets, but alfred used to take care of them, and now bruce plus the rest of the batfam is taking care of them. as far as we know, babs only drops by occasionally, and the same goes for dick’s family and friends. will dick be able to give bitewing the love and time and affection that a traumatized puppy like her needs? i really hope so.
she does look adorable in this panel tho.
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dick. richard. richie. baby. why are you shirtless.
you have scars upon scars. probably chemical burns. bullet wounds. weird fucking squiggly lines from knives that only psychos with blade fetishes use. no normal person has the body that you do. and you don’t think that showing up shirtless in front of the police is going to raise suspicion? you don’t think that the people accusing you of murder are going to look at someone who looks like they’re a fucking mob enforcer and go hmm that’s a bit suspicious?
put on a SHIRT jesus CHRIST it’s like you’re not even trying to hide your identity.
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look at this pompous little princess demanding only the highest quality head pets i’d burn down latvia for her. (no offense latvians it was the first country that popped into my head.)
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pretty boy pretty boy pretty boy pretty boy-
no seriously kudos to the artist here. his expression is so human i wanna cry. dick, right now, is sheepishly asking a question. he knows he’s not going to get into any real trouble, he knows that he’ll be able to talk his way out of or somehow maneuver his way off this mess. but he’ll play nice for the police, so he’s asking a friend for a favour, part self-condescendingly and part oh-well-what-can-you-do.
and his expression reflects that. rather than a stoic expressionless face most male comic characters have when asking someone for something (or all the time really), rather than the weird desperate supposedly “seductive” face that most female comic characters plus dick grayson have when asking someone for something (or all the time really), he’s making a face that i pulled like yesterday. or the day before that. it’s kind of silly, kind of casual, very much human. i like it.
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thank god. proper (in character) acknowledgement for officer grayson. yea, fuck cops in general, but i like that they included this line.
obviously, he’s not talking about the actual criminals, he’s talking about the police force itself. the bpd was too corrupt, and dick realized that he wasn’t helping. not only does one clean cop not make a dent in an overall dirty force, but dick was putting his allies in danger too. not only that, but it wasn’t good for dick’s mental health either. he was spreading himself too thin, and surrounding himself with some of the worst of crime 24/7 did a number on him. dick’s got a history of self-sacrificing tendencies, and i’m just glad he’s not a cop anymore.
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dick has a gotham rogues mug. they make gotham rogue mugs, and dick has one.
what kinda city looks at it’s frankly horrible crime history and long list of certifiably insane serial killers who are all still alive and actively committing war crimes and goes “oooooh yea imma put that on a coffee mug!” gotham, that’s who.
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this isn’t important i just like how all of bitewing’s barks are blue
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back straight, hand on his hip, cheerful smile on his face as he says he’s being accused for murder. love that for him.
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they couldn’t have said “yea it’s complicated” in a better way even if they put the words “yea it’s complicated” right there on the page in bold red letters. literally all the love to the artists.
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dick please. you’re KILLING ME what the actual fuck IS THAT???? WHY DO YOU HAVE A MUG OF THAT???
anyway nightwing collects novelty mugs confirmed.
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this paneling is so beautiful. 
tim’s the focus, but he’s not the first thing you see. he’s placed in a way that forces the reader to drag their eyes all the way up the page in order to reach him. it us know just how high up tim is carelessly crouching, especially close to the ledge of the building too. i cannot think of a single better way to introduce a character, and this character in particular: you instantly know this is a version of tim with plenty of experience and training, is comfortable in his body and knows his limits, but still hangs onto that civilian awe of being in a high place and overlooking a brightly lit city.
absolute classic robin. i love it. 
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this isn’t even that important but it made me happy. this is how you train surf.
you don’t crouch or bend over when you get to a tunnel, which is oddly enough what most people think (at least from my experience). you bend backward. that not only 100% ensures that you’ll make sure you’re low enough to make it through the tunnel (because you can see the top of the tunnel, unlike when you crouch or bend), but it also makes it easier to get up: all you have to do is push up with your arms into a bent stance, and you’ll be in a ready, moving position. from a bend or a crouch, getting up is more awkward and more slow.
on a meta level, i like that this creative team knows what they’re doing when it comes to the small, almost unimportant stuff like that, because it makes the action more real. (as real as you can get with a guy running around stealing hearts.)
on a in-universe level, it once again drives home both dick and tim’s experience and professional level skill.
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regardless of who you side with in the “should tim drake be robin again?” debate, you gotta admit that tim’s rebirth robin suit is r a d as fuck. if i’m not mistaken, this is the same one he was wearing in 2019 young justice for a little bit? it’s cute and hella cool i like it.
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remember what i said about human expressions? doesn’t happen as often to tim bc he’s a Child, but it’s still nice to note when someone humanizes him, too. (that’s why i love the duckboy panel so much lol.)
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me, at first: that’s not a “good call” dick that’s just common sense
me, now: sprinkled throughout the entire comic we can see dick bending to tim’s instructions if only briefly, joking with him to keep the mood light while still maintaining a serious mood and retaining control over this particular outing. this implies that dick’s doing it intentionally, purposefully leaving places in his sentences blank and offering affirmations, in order to encourage tim and train him in things bruce might not necessarily touch on, such as social chameleoning and misdirection techniques and love/affirmation from a family member. dick is not only a loving and supportive big brother, but he never stops training his younger brother in better vigilante tecnhiques because he wants tim to be better than him. in this essay i will-
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d o g g o
also bitewing is getting so many head pats today i’m living for it
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look at him, standing on a telephone wire with ease. nice flex, dick.
also look at how he’s silhouetted. the moon’s full bright, bright enough that the sky around dick is light, too. (at least. i’m like 99% sure that’s the moon.) not like most batman comics, where it’s sometimes hard to distinguish bruce from the background, which is entirely on purpose.
gotham is a dark gritty city, and so is bruce. the two of them are one. bludhaven may be a bit of a mess, but it’s being portrayed in all these different shades of blue and purple and pink, that are all light enough that dick stands out from the background. he hasn’t been swallowed up by the city, and chances are that he won’t ever be. also, the colouring helps establish bludhaven as a city too. there’s still hope for it. the light colouring means that it’s not going to sink into a pit as deep as the one bruce wove gotham into. the whole point of this nightwing arc in particular is to turn bludhaven into a better place, and it’s (most likely) letting us know early on that dick is going to accomplish that. he’ll struggle, but he’ll do it.
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so dick??? dick designed his escrima sticks with a situation like this in mind? he created his signature and most iconic weapon (other than his chatty mouth), with a built in feature that turns his escrima sticks into tim’s signature and most iconic weapon???? just so that if he and tim ever got into a situation where tim didn’t have his staff, dick could make sure tim had the thing that would give him an edge over anyone he was fighting??? he’s such a big brother oh my goddd.
also tim’s smirk in this is just *chef kiss.* a staff is something he can work with, a staff is something he wields like an extension of his arm, a staff is means that someone’s about to get their ass kicked because tim’s about to beat the shit outta them.
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this is my new phone background.
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they really made sure we remembered that hey, those first few months when bruce was grieving too much to be any sort of a mentor to tim and was still unwilling to properly train him to be robin out of fear that he would end up like jason, dick was the one who stepped up (once he got over himself and his own fears and hangups with bruce) and trained tim to be robin, trained him how to fight and flip and fuckin fly out there, all while changing his own style a bit to be the more experienced one in the partnership while still trusting said partner to hold their own, so dick and tim have a very unique and cohesive fighting style that makes it hell for anyone who fights them together, didn’t they?
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