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[robingurlscorner]

Episode 1-2 AU Chapter 1

So I rewatched Eps 1-2 and finally decided to write out an idea I've had for forever.

Insert Narrator's Voice Here: What if it really was Robin on the ground, instead of Molly, drugged and can't speak?

Episode 02 Trap AU

By Robin Gurl

Idea: What if it really was Robin after the car exploded and Batman saved him?

The Bat Mobile’s tires squealed to a stop as the car made its way into the Batcave. Batman glanced over hoping to see Robin was feeling better with the ride, but the boy was asleep in the passenger seat. The Boy Wonder was so still that he had to reach out and feel for a pulse.

He sighed relieved at finding one then unbuckled himself and got out, “Stay there. I’ll get the universal bat antidote.”

He fumbled through the desk with all of their antidotes hoping one of them would work. The universal Bat Antidote usually did the job, but there had to be another one just in case or one that would help it work.

His head jerked up at hearing a moan from the BatMobile. “Hang in there, Robin. Don’t move.” He grabbed the bottle of pills and a tin of lozenges before running back over.

Robin was attempting to sit up and look where he was, but his body was heavy and wasn’t listening to him. Each time he tried, his energy gave out and he fell back into the leather seat. He tried to remember what had happened and started to call out for Batman but no sound came out of his mouth.

He sat back eyes wide as he reaches up feeling his neck. He tries to speak again but only ends in coughing. As he did, he could hear Riddler laughing loudly in his ears, his mind racing as he tried again to remember. He didn’t even hear Batman coming over and startled as the other appeared in his face.

“Easy, chum. It’s just me. You’re safe.” Batman reassured his partner reaching out placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Think you can manage a bat antidote pill?” He offers it watching him carefully ready to help.

Robin did his best to take it himself, but his hands were shaking too much. He finally gave up and with his pride hurt let the other help. The familiar awful taste of the universal bat antidote hit his tongue and he made a face but knew it would help.

“Stay there, I’m going to pull out one of the cots so you can lay down and sleep off whatever sedative was in that drug he gave you.”

The other nodded groggily, his energy was disappearing quickly, and it was getting harder to stay awake.

Unknown to either the elevator door opened, and Alfred stepped out into the cave. “Sir? I heard the Batmobile is everything alright? Did you find Master Robin?” He rounded the corner and took in the scene in front of him. He saw Robin curled up in the passenger seat dozing off not looking well and Batman was missing? That wasn’t like him, not when Robin was hurt. “Master Bruce?” He called again hurrying over towards the car to check on the younger of the two.

“Over here, Alfred.” Bruce appeared, his cowl off, pulling out one of the cots they would sleep in on long nights.

Originally, they were down here when Dick was younger and needed more sleep at night but didn’t want to leave Bruce’s side. As Dick got older, they were now used more for late night cases and recovering from whatever the villains did to them.

One last tug and the cot finally pulled free scratching across the floor. A stuffed animal fell out and bounced to the floor at his feet.

“….so that’s where you went.” Bruce chuckled picking up the circus elephant stuffed animal putting it on the cot and pulled further.

4 years ago, it had gone missing and it had taken several nights of sleeping in Bruce’s bed (and a new stuffed elephant) for his ward to forget about it.

He’d have to show Dick once the drug wore off.

“What happened to him? He doesn’t look well, Master Bruce.” Alfred asked walking over reluctant to leave the other in the car. “Was it the Riddler?”

“The same. Before Robin passed out on the way here, he briefly motioned that he’d been given a shot of some kind that took his voice and paralyzed his vocal cords. I’m assuming a sedative or two was added into that.” Bruce went over to one of the closets and pulled out a pillow and a blanket. “Here, make the bed as comfortable as possible. He needs to sleep off whatever they gave him then we need to figure out how to get his voice back.”

“And Missus Cooper?”

“She still thinks we’re at my Uncles, I hope.” Bruce looked up getting a nod. “Good. I don’t know what sort of excuse we could give her for this.”

“We may not have a choice, sir. The boy can’t sleep down here for very long. It’s cold and damp as it is. He’ll catch a cold, then she would be upset with you.”

“I know. I’m hoping we won’t have to. I’ve already given him the universal bat antidote. I’m hoping once he rests and sleeps this off it will have worked.”

“And if it doesn’t?” Alfred looks up from getting more pillows to see the other at the Batmobile lifting the young teen into his arms into a cradle carry. His stomach dropped nervously at seeing the boy look so pale and exhausted. “The nerve of that Riddler. Drugging a child.”

“If it doesn’t, we’ll be taking him to the hospital where a doctor can hopefully help us diagnose it.” Bruce explained as he eased his ward onto the cot. He leans down and unclasps the cape, removes the mask and the green gloves before tucking the Boy Wonder in. His hand stays for a few seconds on his partner’s head reassuring the boy and himself. “As for Riddler, he will get what’s coming to him. Mark my words.”

*~*

Alfred exited the elevator with two different cups of hot tea on a tray and some sandwiches. “I’ve got the tea right here, sir and I thought a meal might help as well.”

He was relieved to see Dick mostly coherent and awake, but he could tell the boy was still groggy and moving slowly.

Bruce was sitting on the edge of the cot doing a quick check of his partner’s vitals. He gently presses the stethoscope to the heaving chest listening. His eyes narrowed at hearing at the heavy breathing. He glanced back up, the boy was having trouble breathing and staying awake.

His eyes met Alfred’s they both shared a worried glance. “Chum? Alfred brought down some sandwiches and some tea. The tea may help with your voice.” Bruce takes the plate looking down at them, “It looks like Peanut Butter, Jelly and Banana. You’re favorite.”

At getting no response, Batman handed the plate back then picks up the cold compress from the bowl of water and pulled the boy to a sitting position placing the compress on his neck, he was holding him up but was hoping it would help. “Deep breaths. You’re panicking. We’ll figure this out. This is just a side effect of the sedatives. You’re coming off them.”

This time he got a moan and slight nod. Robin leaned forward and rested his head on his mentor’s shoulder trying to calm his breathing down and get it back to normal. His vision was blurry and spun around him, so he closed his eyes. He was safe. He was in the Batcave. Batman had rescued him.

He felt a hand rest on his head reassuringly. “Dick, it wasn’t your fault. We got separated and I got drugged then you were kidnapped.”

Dick’s eyes opened surprised, but he didn’t sit up. He tried to rasp a “what” but he only made a slight huff.

“I’m alright. They drugged my orange juice. I was in rough shape for a bit. Would you believe I had to talk two Gotham City Police Officers to look into the Bat Antidotes and ask for the general one? They looked at me like I had two heads but then they had four at the time, so we were at a stalemate.”

Alfred watched the two of them quietly. He knew what Bruce was doing and it was working. Dick was calming down and starting to breathe normally. He sat the tray down then walked over and pulled up one of the blankets draping it over the boy’s shoulders.

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve worked up an appetite. I think you need to eat as well. You’ve got nothing in your stomach and it’s making the side effects worse. I can help you eat but you need to try.”

A few seconds passed before he felt a weak nod. “Good Lad.” Batman felt Robin pull away and caught him before he fell to the side. “Move slowly, chum. No need to fall off and crack your head open.” He helped him lean back into the stack of pillows.

This time his partner didn’t look as bad as before. The panic was gone and all that was left was exhaustion. “Think you can hold your sandwich?”

The boy glanced over at it and nodded with more confidence than before. He tried to speak again but no sound came out and this time a sharp pain came from his throat as well.

“Dick don’t strain your voice. Here, I’ve got an idea. Stay here.” Bruce tucked the other blanket around his wards waist before getting to his feet. He hurries over to the desk and picks up the pad of paper and pencil. “Here, if you can write what you want to say.”

Dick looks down at the pad of paper and takes the pencil. His hand shook as he tried to write. It took all of his concentration to write “Aunt Harriet” in barely legible handwriting.

Bruce sat back down on the edge of the cot taking the plate and sits it down on the pad. He picks up half of it and holds it out, “Don’t worry. She thinks we’re at my uncles house.”

Dick reaches out and takes the offered half concentrating really hard to get it to his mouth. He maybe groggy and still mostly drugged but he was going to feed himself – what kind of crime fighter didn’t?

Bruce watched before reaching out and gently guiding the boy’s hand to his mouth by his elbow. This sedative was either a doozy or it was given multiple times.

Slowly but surely the entire sandwich was eaten, crust included. “Well done, Master Dick. Relieved to see your appetite is back. Now sir the tea has gone cold-“

“That’s alright. It’s safer for him to drink anyway. Did we have the two I requested?” Bruce picked up the plate again handing it over. He took note of Dick being able to keep his eyes open, he definitely looked more coherent.

“Yes sir. Slippery Elm and Ginger tea. I also found honey and lemon, peppermint and green tea later if necessary.” Alfred nodded taking the plate.

“Good. Before we do that, I want to take a small blood sample.”

Dick’s eyes widened nervously, and he scribbled as quickly as he could “what for”.

“This maybe a new type of sedative, Dick. I need to know what it’s doing. I should have taken one earlier while you were sleeping but I was more worried about your health. However,” Bruce got to his feet explaining as he got the supplies. “It seems to be a stronger than usual sedative so it will still be in your blood stream. While it may not be as potent as it was, it will still be there.”

Dick sighed before looking away as Bruce sits back down wiping his arm with an alcohol wipe. He winced feeling the usual prick. “Doing great, Robin. Almost there.”

A few seconds later the pressure and the sharp pain in his arm was pulled away. He felt a gauze be pressed against his arm then a different set of hands held it there. He glanced over and saw Alfred was helping patch him up. “Well done, Master Dick. This will help us figure out how to help you.”

Dick looked down at the pad of paper before writing on the paper again. This time it took a bit for him to write all out. Once he was done, he showed it to Alfred. The other took it and turned around, “He’s asking about the Riddler and what we are going to do about him.”

“He isn’t our concern at this very moment. Riddler told me once that a riddle a day keeps the Riddler away. So as long as he hasn’t given another riddle, for the time being, we can focus on you. Besides, I need you back to fighting form, you are the one who solves most of the riddles anyway.”

Dick blushed but gave a weak grin.

*~*

“Alfred! There you are! I’ve been looking for hours. Where have you been?”

Alfred turned around seeing Dick’s aunt hurrying over. “I’m sorry, madam. A repair man has come to fix the basement hot water heater. I’ve been down there with him. I thought Master Bruce informed you of this before he left.”

“And that’s another matter. What of Bruce and Dick?” She stated ignoring him. “I want to speak to my nephew. It’s not like them to go off and not call me to let me know they are safe.” She stands in his way glaring up at him, “I just know something’s wrong. I can tell.”

“Madam, I already explained. Bruce and Dick are-“

“At Bruce’s uncle’s house. Yes, I’m aware.” She looked around then crossed her arms. “I’m going to call them. I just need to know he’s okay.”

“But you don’t know the number.”

“No, Alfred I don’t. But you do. Now come on.” She nodded towards Bruce’s study. “Mush.”

*~*

Batman was sitting at the desk trying to go through the notes he took on the blood sample the bat computer had given. He kept glancing over relieved to see Dick was resting. His ward was feeling better physically, and his energy was returning but his voice had yet to show at all.

He opened up another medical volume looking in the back for vocal cord inflammation or something close. This time he saw it.

Page 458.

He quickly flipped through it before finding it. “In order to cut down on the inflammation and swelling, a dose of Corticosteroids more specially Prednisone will help with this.” He read aloud. “That’s it. I need to make a call to Gordon to see if he can put me in touch with a doctor he trusts.”

Before he could start picking up the red phone, the black phone beside it started to ring. He sighed frustrated but took a deep breath and picked up the phone, “Bruce Wayne?”

“Ah yes, Fredrick. I need you to go find Mister Wayne. He and Dick are there for the weekend? Missus Cooper would like to speak with them.”

Bruce blinked before stumbling, he finally manages a different voice, “Right away.”

*~*

Aunt Harriet stands close hands on her hips waiting. Alfred prayed that Bruce would be able to handle it. He then heard rustling, “Master Bruce, how lovely it is to hear from you. Yes, she’s right here.” He hands the phone to her.

“Bruce? Bruce there you are. When you up and left… no matter. Where is Dick? I need to speak with him.”

*~*

Bruce glanced over his shoulder, the other was fast asleep. “I’m afraid he’s resting at the moment. You see he’s come down with a bit of a cold, so Uncle Thomas and I are letting him rest. He’s lost his voice from coughing I’m afraid.”

He winced hoping the name would pass and the excuse would as well.

*~*

Her eyes widened nervously, “A cold? No voice? Coughing? Oh dear me. I’ll come immediately.” She started to fidget her mind racing, “Oh I just KNEW something was wrong. A woman can always tell, Bruce.”

*~*

“Now, don’t worry Aunt Harriet. Dick is well taken care of. He’s quite comfortable in many pillows and blankets he found to curl up in. You know he does that when he doesn’t feel well. I just checked on him. His fever has broken as well. Once he’s well enough to travel, we’ll be back home. He didn’t want to give it to you or Alfred.” Bruce sighed getting up from his desk and carries the black phone with him careful not to knock anything over. “I’m right here with him.” He sat on the cot and gently shook Dick’s shoulder.

Dick uncurled looking up at him groggily.

“Oh, he’s just woken up…. Now he doesn’t have a voice and the doctor warned him not to strain.”

*~*

She hung onto the phone tightly her eyes staring ahead waiting, “Dick? Are you alright?” She held her breath waiting. “Bruce told me you aren’t feeling well.”

Alfred watched wondering what Dick was going to do.

*~*

Dick was only able to moan slightly not sure else what to do. “He’s just tired and recovering. He needs to rest while he can before the coughing fits return.”

Dick turned onto his back rubbing his eyes. He had to beat this. He had to. He clenched his eyes shut before he felt a hand squeeze his arm. He opens them and sees Bruce shake his head.

“Now now, he’s fine. At least he made a noise. Yesterday he couldn’t even do that. Yes, Aunt Harriet, we’ll call as soon as he can rasp something. Yes, I’ll call a doctor as soon as I’m off. I will I promise. He will.”

Dick gave a weak smile at his mentor stumbling to come up with excuses. He just gets a wink in return.

“Alright, take care. I will. See you soon. Bye.” Bruce sat the phone on the hook then groaned. “Your Aunt is a pain the half… but don’t you tell her I said that.” The only response he got was a silent giggle from his Ward beside him.

*~*

“….hmph.” Aunt Harriet hung up the phone before looking to Alfred. “You were hiding this from me weren’t you?”

“I-I was told to keep it a secret from Bruce and Dick. They didn’t want you to worry but now you know he’s alright and-“

“Alright?! He has no voice and an awful cold and cough. What am I going to do with that boy? And Bruce.. I’m sure he was no help.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Don’t yes Ma’am me. You were in on it as well. Come along.” She motioned for him to follow.

“And where might we be going? I do need to go check on the repair man. Wayne Manor’s pipes are over 100 years old and-“

“He can wait for 10 minutes. I want to get Dick’s room ready and maybe a place for him to rest in the den when he returns. Colds like that will linger for several days, Alfred and I want him comfortable.”

Alfred sighs, “Of course madam.”

*~*

Gordon looked up from his work at hearing the Bat Phone beeping. He got up and ran over picking it up, “Batman?! Is Robin alright? I haven’t heard anything, and I was getting worried – my men haven’t found any trace.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you more than needed. It’s been a rough ride over here the past several hours. I found Robin. He was laying on the ground next to a burning car drugged with no voice. It’s taken almost 7 hours to come out of it, but he still can’t speak.”

“The nerve of that man doing this to a young boy like Robin.” Gordon huffs annoyed. He takes his glasses off and folds them up before putting them in front coat pocket. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Yes actually. I need to get in contact with a doctor who can prescribe a steroid called Prednisone.” Batman sat back down at his desk. “I don’t mind bringing him in, but I need to know it’s safe and that they won’t try to remove his mask for obvious reasons.”

“Of course, that makes sense. How about my office? You can meet the doctor here and we can close off the doors and windows - whatever he needs.”

“Do you have a doctor in mind?”

Gordon looked up in thought, “Hold on. Let me get the directory for the police department…” He places the receiver down the table before going to his desk and picking up the rolodex. He flicked through it then pulled a paper out of it before picking up the red receiver again, “Yes. A Doctor Mason. He’s a fine doctor. Has patched up a lot of our men from injuries on the job. He attended one of the biggest hospitals in Gotham City: Gotham Memorial before joining our force.”

“Do you think he would work with me?”

“We won’t know until we try, Batman. But if I can trust him with the lives of my men, I will trust him with Robin’s life.”

“Very well. Get ahold of him and let me know when to be there. The faster we can get Robin’s voice back, the better.”

“Right. Oh, and what of the Riddler?” Gordon asked almost too nervous to bring him up.

“He will get what’s coming to him. Trust me.” Then the phone line went dead.

He sat the phone back on the hook before heading over to his desk. He picks up the black phone and dials a few numbers, “Yes. I need Doctor Mason. It’s urgent.” He glances at the watch on his wrist before sitting back waiting for a response. “Hello – Dr. Mason? I have a doozy of a favor.”

*~*

Bruce sat back into his chair sighing. He had honestly lost time with all that happened with Dick. He probably should have taken him to the hospital before this, but he never knew how well he could trust them not to try and figure out their identities.

He leans forward resting his head on his hands. He hoped he hadn’t made it worse by doing that. He turned his head glancing at his ward. Dick had fallen back to sleep quickly after the phone call.

He was going to get Riddler for this. One way or another, he was going to make it known that Riddler had gone too far this time.

“Sir?”

He lifted his head seeing Alfred coming over, “Ah Alfred how is Missus Cooper?”

“Beside herself with worry. I do apologize. She wouldn’t let me leave until I called.” He stammered embarrassed that he had been held at “gun point” by her. “So I did the only thing I could think of-“

“Call my personal line down here in the Bat Cave.” Bruce finished for him. “I know it’s fine. I think we handled it as best we could. At least now she won’t be too surprised when Dick does come back hoarse.”

“Has his conditioned changed any?”

“Each time he wakes up back up he’s more and more coherent. His eyes were focusing earlier on me and didn’t go out of focus immediately like before.”

“And his voice. Did the tea help?”

“I’m afraid not. It hasn’t touched it. I did find something that could help in my father’s old texts. I already called Gordon to ask if he could put me in touch with a doctor.”

“And you trust this doctor?”

“I don’t have a choice, Alfred.” Bruce sighed shaking his head. He pulled his cowl back over his head arranging it so he could see, “I’m putting my trust in Gordon to not fail me. Robin’s health is the upmost importance right now.”

“O-Of course sir. Will you be needing my help?”

“Once I get a time, I may. Depending on how coherent Dick is when it’s time, I may need help getting him back in costume. You will only be a last resort of course, we need to make sure he keeps some of his pride.”

Alfred blinked surprised at the half humor coming from the other, “Oh. Indeed. He would never forgive us.”

*~*

Dick woke up feeling his gloves being pulled onto his hands. He opened his eyes and saw Alfred holding his cape and mask.

“I’m sorry to wake you, Master Dick. You have both been summoned to Gotham Police Department. It seems Gordon has found a doctor to look at you. You will need to get back into costume of course. I thought I’d help and pull on your gloves first. Do you need help with the rest?”

The boy glanced at the cape and the mask before taking the mask pulling that over his head. His arms were heavy, but he was able to do it so far. Once the mask was on and straight, he sat back tired. He looked frustrated at he forced himself to sit up again. This sedative was beyond frustrating.

“Please do not strain yourself.”

Dick finally scribbled on the pad “Frustrated.” Then “Tired.”

Alfred sighed before smiling, “Don’t worry, Master Robin. I won’t tell a soul about this.” He straightened the mask making sure it was on correctly before shaking the cape out. “Now, can you sit up for me at least?”

Robin was able to happily do that. He sat up as straight as he could letting Alfred snap his cape on. He sat back slightly then looks past Alfred to the Batmobile. He hadn’t tried to walk since he woke up and Batman hadn’t let him try.

“I think we should wait for Master Bruce.” Alfred said trying not to poke a hole in his balloon. “I think we’d both rather you not fall over and hurt yourself, yes?”

Robin nodded. He picked up the pad of paper and pencil right as Alfred sat next to him on the cot. He sighed and turned the page writing on it then showing it.

“Don’t be scared. Master Bruce always figures it out. You will have your voice and health back in no time.” Alfred reassured him. “Besides, you’re already doing so much better than you were when you first got here.”

Robin glanced up at him before nodding smiling.

Footsteps were heard from the other side of the cave as Bruce came back. “I spoke with Gordon again, he says Dr. Mason will be in his office in about 45 minutes. It takes 30 minutes to get to Gotham City from the Batcave. We’ve got a bit of time before we need to hit the road. I see you’re dressed in costume again and sitting up. Very good.”

Batman turned to look where Robin was staring, “You feel up to walking? You’ve been too groggy to attempt before this.”

Robin took a deep breath before nodding. The other just smiles relieved to see that and walks over offering his hand. “Just take it nice and slow and if you can’t its ok. That sedative was heavy and its staying in your blood stream longer than a normal sedative would. So, if you’re still unable to walk or stay awake, it’s the drug – not you.”

Robin took the offered hand using it to pull himself to his feet. He wavered unsteadily as a rush of vertigo took over and stumbled forward thankful that Batman caught him. If they hadn’t been there, he would have been face first on the ground.

“Alfred, go open the passenger car door. I’ve got you Robin, one step at a time.”

Alfred got to his feet putting the pad of paper down, “Right away, sir.”

Batman glanced down briefly getting a glance of what Robin had written while he was away. He didn’t blame the boy one bit for being scared. They had both been drugged before, but this was the worst to date. “Alright Robin, just lean on me.”

*~*

“Sir, are you sure you’ll be alright?”

“Yes. Stay nearby in case I need to contact you. Depending on how the visit goes, I may need you to somehow smuggle Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson some clothes and a car from the manor.” Batman explained after buckling Robin into the passenger side. The boy had already drifted back into a groggy sleeping state again.

Alfred came over with one of the blankets that had a big bat signal on it. He draped it over the younger one tucking it around his body. “Do be careful, Master Bruce and I will await your call.”

Batman saluted as he buckled himself into his own seat and starting the car.

Alfred stepped back away from the car watching it head off.

[cellophaine]

Hi! I saw the questions are open so… ideas for yandere college student! Matt Murdock x female reader who is also studying at the same university? Also… What would it be like to have a polyamorous relationship with karen page x reader x matt murdock? where Matt and Karen are both head over heels in love with Reader, Foggy Nelson would be laughing hard LMAO

Ooh. Thank you for the interesting ask!

I'm not too familiar with the yandere type of character, but I have one idea off the top of my head:

Matt has a crush on you and follows you to learn your patterns (your friends, your home, your workplace, bars you go to with your friends, your favourite coffee shops, etc ...) He knows your study spot at the library and stages a meet-cute with you. He keeps "accidentally" bumping into you in places you often go to, and from then on, he inserts himself into your life. You stay friends for three months before Matt confesses his feelings for you because he thinks that is enough time for you to reciprocate. But you turn him down. Overtaken by the sting of rejection, he gets visibly upset and, in turn, makes you feel nervous and unsafe around him. You stay away to give him some space, but you're unaware of how close Matt always is to you. He beats up guys who show the slightest sliver of interest in you. He finds a way to completely isolate you from your friends by spreading rumours about "the type of person" you are. You are abandoned by your friends and coworkers to the point you're completely alone. Confused and saddened by your newfound loneliness, you turn to Matt for comfort, which is what he has always wanted.

2. I'm not the biggest fan of polyamory 😭 BUT:

I can see Matt and Karen doting on you all the time. Whenever they get the chance.

When you're in public, they will find a way to have their hands on you. Whether it's on the small of your back, your lower back, your lower lower back, your hands, or a light touch on your wrist if they need to leave you to do something. They won't leave without giving you a kiss on your cheek or lips (or both).

They try to tamp it down when you're at the office with them because Foggy sometimes likes to have his opinions heard.

"Get a room, people," "not in front of my coffee," "the hallway is free," in the most deadpan way possible.

"What about me? I work here too!" he might say that. As a joke.

But Foggy knows that you know that he is absolutely happy for the three of you.

[sirensofthefiveseas]

🖋 Kaya? Asked by @burikubato

Kaya sighed softly as she leaned her head against the window, a minor throbbing finding its way between her eyes. The words in the book she was reading had started to blur together as the headache formed. While she was healthier now the years of her depression did leave some damage behind

"Merry?" she called softly, moving from her window to set her book down. It was a thick medical tome one of her professors lent her. "Merry do we still have anymore of that headache tea? I believe Klah.." Kaya trailed off, remembering who had made the tea for her previously "No...nevermind. Just some water please"

[bellaciao-ciao-ciao]

[inkskinned]

i hate to say it because i'm neurodivergent and a chronic-pain-haver but like... sometimes stuff is going to be hard and that's okay.

it's okay if you don't understand something the first few times it's explained to you. it's okay if you have to google every word in a sentence. it's okay if you need to spend a few hours learning the context behind a complicated situation. it's okay if you need to read something, think about it, and then come back to re-read it.

i get it. giving up is easier, and we are all broken down and also broke as hell. nobody has the time, nobody has the fucking energy. that is how they win, though. that is why you feel this way. it is so much easier, and that is why you must resist the impetus to shut down. fight through the desire you've been taught to "tl;dr".

embrace when a book is confusing for you. accept not all media will be transparent and glittery and in the genre you love. question why you need everything to be lily-white and soft. i get it. i also sometimes choose the escapism, the fantasy-romance. there's no shame in that. but every day i still try to make myself think about something, to actually process and challenge myself. it is hard, often, because of my neurodivergence. but i fight that urge, because i think it's fucking important.

especially right now. the more they convince you not to think, the easier it will be to feed you misinformation. the more we accept a message without criticism, the more power they will have over that message. the more you choose convenience, the more they will make propaganda convenient to you.

[prodotsukare]

Sam w his tits out because i didn't post it anywhere else

[giulliadella]

1. Asian water monitor

2. Milk snake

3. Bearded dragon

4. Box turtle

5. Painted turtle

6. Argentine black and white tegu

7. King snake

8. Chinese water dragon

9. Red eyed tree frog

10. Salt water crocodile

11. Trumpet frog? Maybe horned toad?

12. Idk about this one lol.

13. Leopard gecko

14. Green tree monitor

15. Crocodile skink

I made a little emoji (mostly emoji) game for the junior herp society meeting tomorrow. You guys can play too! What are the 15 animals listed below? All common names.

🚰 🖥️

2. 🥛🐍

3. 🧔‍♂️🐉

4. ➡️ 🗃️ 🐢

5. 🎨 🐢

6. (see image below)

7. 🤴🐍

8. 🇨🇳💧🐲

9. 🔴👁️🌳🐸

10. 🧂🌊🐊

11. 🎺🐸

12. 🤓🐊

13. 🐆🦎

14. 💚���🖥️

15. 🐊🦎

6 is the only one that isn't entirely emoji, so it's a screenshot. But it's also the animal that's the theme of the meeting, so I had to put it in there.

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

how i imagine poseidon (who i believe can feel when people invoke not only his name but the ocean as well) reacted to hearing antinous plotting to kill telemachus and dump his body (parts) in the ocean

*up on olympus in apollo's infirmary*

poseidon: *recovering and enjoying peace after athena had left a day ago*

poseidon: *to himself* ahh finally some peac-

poseidon: *feels someone invoking the ocean*

poseidon: *focusing on who's saying it* who on gaia is...is that coming from ithaca...

poseidon: wait- ITHACA?!?

poseidon: *fully focuses now*

antinous: *in the ithacan palace*

antinous: cut him down into tiny pieces...

poseidon: *listening in full now* cut wh-

antinous: ...when the crown wonders where the prince is-

poseidon: the prince? yoU MEAN ODYSSEUS' SON?

antinous: only the ocean and i will know!

poseidon: *in full panic mode* OCEAN?!

poseidon: *now attempting to get out of bed in panic* HADES NO, I AM NOT INVOLVED WITH THIS I-

apollo: *coming to check on his uncle after hearing him shout*

apollo: uncle wh- *sees poseidon attempting to get out of bed*

apollo: *hurrying over to get him back in bed*

apollo: uncle calm down! you're gonna rip your stitches!

[thebrainrotsreal]

Drew this real quick because I fucking love these two so much ???? Especially Bee. I wish they interacted more so badly. PLEASE.

Also learning how to draw these guys.. slowly.

[then-ponder]

Proposition: suppose x,y are integers. If x is even then xy is even

Symbolic form: ∀x,y ∈ ℤ, P(x) ⟹ Q(x,y)

Proof.

Suppose x and y are integers and x is even

Then y is either even or odd. Let’s consider the cases separately

Case One: y is even.

Suppose y is even. Then y = 2a, a ∈ ℤ.

Thus xy = 2b(2a), b is an integer 2b = x.

So xy = 4ab

Thus xy = 2c, c is the integer c = 2ab

This xy is even by definition of an even number [Def. N2]

Case Two: y is odd

Suppose that y is odd. Then y = 2a + 1, a ∈ ℤ. [Def. N1]

Thus xy = 2b(2a + 1), b is the integer x = 2b

Then, xy = 4ab + 2a

So xy = 2(2ab + a)

Then xy = 2c, c is an integer c = 2ab + a

Therefore xy is even by definition of an even number[ Def. N2].

Thus xy is always even when x is even because in all cases, when x is even then xy is even.

[linterteatime]

the shade lord and some corpses- i mean guys i almost forgot about

More gijinkas here!

[tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land]

Carry me home

[cup-o-stars]

These three!! (You might have to click for quality)

I ended up really liking Usopp's coloring and regretably spent more time on these than the first batch. They were fun though!

🤡🐠🌸

[starlitschism]

hi thought about this scene from this fic by @ohmaerieme for too long so i sketched something forit. throws this into the wind trips over a rock and instantly dies

[puppppppppy]

horrible truth bomb dropped on my head 20 min ago

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

finally at that age where i'm thinking i should get a tattoo. not bc i feel strongly about it, just seems like a waste not to. i've got so much skin i'm not using