#not as red hood tho cause that shit was rushed

[azuree1733]

Literally stop I finished watching titans and like why did that shit have me balling 😭

[honeypirate]

Lettuce leaf

Schmoking with Kaminari

Warnings: smoking weed. Doing the drug.

Denki Kaminari x female reader

This is supposed to be last year at UA

Unedited

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Mina made eye contact with Ochako, who knew immediately what she was saying with her eyes and nodded with a smirk, Ochako immediately ran up to you, taking your hand and kneeling down “Denki I love you” she sings, Mina taking your other hand in a dramatic flare as she sings “Denki I Dooooooo!” Then at the same time they sing “when we’re apart I think only of youuuuu” you’re horrified, your cheeks blushing red as a tomato, cursing yourself for choosing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire for your last movie night, it just gave them so much more ammo with their teases. “guys!! Shut! Up! What if he hears you!?” You whisper/yell at them as they just laugh at you. You were standing in the common room kitchen space as they put together a fancy punch for the party they were having, you just happened to be asking if Denki was coming and they just started teasing you. So what if he’s been all you could practically talk about for the last month? It doesn’t mean anything. Just because you’ve been hanging out more and sneaking up to the roof together to smoke a joint every once in a while(every night). You were just friends.

“Geez y/n! I think would be good if he did hear us tho! Then you could go on a date! That would be so fun!” Mina exclaimed with excitement as she poured sprite into a big punch bowl, Ochako nodded as she added pink lemonade to the mix “if you feel comfortable in doing so, I think you should tell him how you feel” she adds with a knowing smile, she was in a similar boat with Deku for awhile before they both confessed.

“Tell who how who feels?” Kiri says as he comes into the room, followed by Mineta and Denki, “What?” Denki asks “Ochako just said to “tell him how you feel” and now I’m curious” Kirishima says. You slowly take a deep inhale watching this all unfold, a slow exhale as you think of what to say. “Hey boys!” You say and force an easy smile on your face, praying you don’t blush too much, “they have this taken care of so how about we go choose the music or something!” You suggest and send a look back at the girls as you lead them out of the kitchen space, after you’re a good ways away you hear them bust up laughing.

“Denki, would you mind choosing one of your playlists? You have a good mix and I trust it” you chuckle, thinking of the time Mineta played his sex playlist making everyone uncomfortable. You hold out the aux cord “you like my music?” He asks and you nod “I do. I was gonna ask you to send me your playlist actually, since we all hung out in your room last week” you don’t miss the blush that creeps up on his cheeks, it makes your heart skip at how cute he looked.

After everyone in the dorm showed up you all talked and hung out, danced a little, and when everyone was distracted with karaoke you got Denki’s attention and then motioned with your head toward the stairs. His eyes light up in recognition and he nods once. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you make your way to the stairwell, heading up to your room to grab your stuff since it was your night to bring the joint. When you make it back to the stairwell he’s coming up them “perfect timing” he says, holding too cups of punch, and you smile.

The first time you smoked together it was because you were the only one who showed up when he sent his message to the group chat, every other time after that he only invited you. It became your thing together, even if you didn’t smoke you’d still go up there to talk and sometimes just sit in the quiet with a friend.

The more you talked to him the more you fell for him, getting past the horny tornado on the surface of his personality has shown you a completely different Denki than you originally thought. He was sweet and thoughtful and he is extremely loyal to his friends. You knew you liked him when you stopped caring that mineta was there when you hung out, you just wanted to be around Kaminari.

“God this is nice” you say as you exhale the smoke, passing the joint to Kaminari, the sounds of bugs in the trees and the moon above, this was one of your favorite parts of the day. He blows his smoke out, the wind blowing it away in a twirl “it really is” he says softly, his fingers brushing against yours as the joint passes between you, the electric sparks up your forearm not the fault of his quirk.

You sit side by side on the ground, leaning against the wall by the door, your legs out in front of you and crossed at your ankles. He legs were out straight, his left thigh pressed against yours, his warmth radiating into your skin through your jeans. You stay quiet for a few minutes, the only sound being the inhale and exhale of your hits and the sound your arms made when they brushed to pass the joint. “I look forward to this every day” his voice soft next to you, breaking the silence and giving you goosebumps. You let out the smoke and turn to him with a smile “I do too” you admit and he takes the joint from your fingers. “What was Ochako saying earlier? Who do you want to tell your feelings to?” He knew it was about you, the way you blushes and quickly made them leave, he could tell you were flustered. He just hoped and prayed it was him you all were talking about. He holds the joint to your lips and you inhale, grateful for you few seconds to think about your response. “You” you whisper, deciding to be honest since it was the perfect opportunity.

The joint was now a small nub with probably one hit left, he lifts it to his lips while maintaining eye contact and takes the last hit, flicking the end off and giggling. “wanna try something?” He asks without letting out much of the smoke, you raise your eyebrows “sure” you whisper and he reaches up, cupping your cheek and tilting your face up as he leans down, pressing his lips into yours and nudges your mouth open with his own, you comply with his demands although your brain has basically short wired. He giggles as he slowly gives you the smoke from his lungs, a bit escaping past your lips until you realize you’re supposed to inhale, you hold back your giggles and raise your left hand, bringing it to the back of his neck and burying it in his soft hair.

When he pulls back, you’re smiling wistfully up at him, your whole body tingling. His hand still on your cheek as he gazes down at you through hooded bloodshot eyes. You exhale through your nose and the smoke floats up between your faces. “What exactly did you want to try? The smoke or..?” He laughs, a soft chuckle from deep in his chest, it makes your cheeks flush even more than they already were. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, the smoke was just a fun idea” he admits and brushes his thumb across your cheek bone. “Hey Denki, do you wanna try something?” You ask with a smirk and he chuckles “what?” He chuckles and you laugh as you put your left leg across him, straddling his legs now with your hands on his shoulders. You smile down at him, his other hand coming up to rest on the back of your thigh as he smiles back at you, his eyes have a sweet glint in them and he’s looking at you like he’s never seen anything more beautiful.

You cup his cheek and then rub your thumb across his bottom lip “I want to kiss you again” he whispers, his warm breath fanning across your thumb still on his lip, butterflies fill your chest at his confession and you close the short distance between your lips, you tried to go slow and soft but the moment your lips touched you couldn’t help melting into him, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him as he licks your bottom lip. You moan as his tongue slips inside of your mouth, the taste of weed and a hint of lemonade from the punch

When you pull back to catch your breath you slide down in his lap slightly to lay your head on his shoulder, both of your chests heaving as you panted. “Y/n?” His voice was quiet and he started to softly scratch your back up and down over your shirt “Denki?” You start to pepper soft kisses on his neck and he takes a deep contented breath as butterflies race in his veins, “be my girlfriend” he says with a smile, looking up at the stars as he holds you close to him. “What?” you say without hesitation, less than a second after he finished saying it, causing him to laugh, you lean up and look into his eyes “you mean it?” You ask and he nods “I can’t stop thinking about you and I always miss you. I was going to just ask you out on a date but really all of these times up here could be considered dates. I want you to be my girlfriend now” He smiles and adds ��as well as take you out on a date tomorrow night” you giggle in excitement “of course I will be your girlfriend! But I can’t go out tomorrow night I’m supposed to help Mina with our project” you say and he laughs, reaching up and playing with your hair “let’s go after then. Or we can just hang out in my room and watch a movie” he suggests and you blush, knowing already that you’ll just end up kissing the whole time. Then you blush even deeper remembering that he still is a horny tornado. You get a shiver and then cuddle closer to him again “we should get back to the party before they send someone looking. Do you think we could stop by your room and you can lend me a hoodie?” you grin and he chuckles “I would love nothing more than to you in my clothes” his words have a deeper meaning, you just know it. You slap his shoulder and laugh before standing up, taking his hand and helping him up as well.

“You’re so beautiful” he says when you pull on one of his hoodies, the hood up over your head and your eyes looking at him bloodshot and obviously high as shit. “Thank you” your voice is shy and you blush as he looks at you with so much adoration. He cups your cheeks with both hands and kisses you again, the breath rushing from your lungs and electricity surging through your veins. You hum happily when he pulls back, your hands holding on to his wrists as he holds your face. “Can we just listen to some music and stay here?” You whisper and he chuckles “a woman after my own heart. Of course we can do that” he takes your hand and pulls you to his bed, kicking off his shoes and laying down, pulling you on top of him and holding you to his chest “Alexa! play ‘songs that remind me of her’ on Spotify” you look up at him and quirk your eyebrows as music starts playing “her is you” he says with a blush “you have a playlist of songs that remind you of me?” You’re a little shocked, that was such a cute thing to do. He nods shyly and you kick your shoes off, pushing your toes into the bed and connecting your lips with his. “You’re really the best” you whisper when you pull away, laying your head on his chest.

“I really think my life would be improved if I had a fake hand” he says out of the blue, most likely an effect of the drug. You bust up laughing and brace yourself on his chest, reaching in your pocket and pulling out your phone. “Hold on I have to put that on the Twitter.” You can’t stop chuckling as you type out the tweet. After the first time you smoked with him you made a Twitter page just to tweet out things Kaminari says when he’s high. You chuck your phone across the bed and then look at him “okay. Explain” he’s still giggling “I mean think of it! The amount of jokes I could make. I could have several different options and I could make one metal to conduct my electricity. Could you imagine if I shook someone’s hand and mine came off? I would always be bringing attention to it and making jokes. It would be a constant laugh! Imagine Mr. Aizawa if I raised my hand it flew off across the room!” You can’t stop the giggle fit you’re now in “god you’re so adorable” you say and he stops, flipping you over and leaning over you now as he smiles “uno reverse” he barely gets out that sentence before he’s laughing again, leaning down into your neck as you laugh hard with him, your cheeks burning from smiling so hard “an adorable idiot I mean”

[thecoollifeguard]

Non-lifeguard thing:

Okay so we get a confirmed Red Hood in Titans, and I’m here for it...

But I got some queshions->

1. So like, is Jason gonna die in this coming season? Cause that’s kind of a spoiler (-not-really-tho-cause-we-been-knew-his-story-unless-you’re-a-newer-fan) on DC’s part by revealing Red Hood a bitch too early

(Personally if they wanted to do a correct Red Hood for ‘Titans’, I’d say kill Jason off in season 3, season 4 be without a Robin, have season 5 be with Tim Drake becoming Robin, then introduce Red Hood in season 6 when he sees Tim as a ‘replacement’ and how Batman DIDNT do shit to avenge his death, gets all up in his feelings about it and boom there’s 2 years of plot for Titans.)

2. If Jason doesn’t die by Jokers hands, then why tf is he called Red Hood then? Kinda wouldn’t make sense to me???

3. Don’t get me wrong, I need a live action Red Hood in my life, and Curran is doing an amazing job as Jason Todd, but I kinda feel like he’s a bit too young-looking for DC to just toss him into being Red Hood so quickly. Maybe it’s just me, but I imagine Jason-Red Hood Days as being in his mid-late twenties, where as in Titans I believe Jason said he’s 19.

4. We’ve already seen some behind the scenes pics of Robin and Rose for season 3, and Jason still is Robin (in the few pics I saw on Curran’s insta, he’s still ‘Robin’ at least), so it really makes me wonder what DC’s plan is? I really hope it’s not a season cliffhanger, or season-ending moment, cause if I’m being real, I haven’t been all that impressed with how Titans ends their seasons. They all seem very rushed, and with major plot holes in my opinion.

[headcanon-cafe]

South Park- How you meet

I hope you enjoy!

Eric Cartman

Well, you met at the South Supermarket, you had to get groceries while your parents were at work. You were getting annoyed because you were having a goddamn hard time finding the Cheesy Poofs. As you kept walking around you finally passed a group of 4 boys who had about twelve boxes in their cart. You stop and you tapped the tallish boy's shoulder (or tried to considering how tall he is). The guy had heavyset, football player body type. He looked about to be over 6ft and hey, he was really good looking not gonna lie. Definitely not sexy or even hot but he was attractive. "Umm excuse me, mister, I was wondering what isle the Cheesy Poofs were on??" They turn towards you, the ones with the blue and red hat and the dude with a parka snickered and started making some jokes, while the guy in the green hat went back to looking for what he was looking for. The tall guy just glares at you then smirks. "Isle 14 sweetheart, all out of stock." You sweat drop and looked at his cart than back at him. "A-all out of stock??" He nods still looking at you. "Yep." He pops the p. "All our of stock. Now if you could leave us the fuck alone that would be fan-fucking-tastic." You glare at him feeling annoyed as fuck and accidentally having a little meltdown "Fuck you to FATASS!! Your moms probably a whore and your dad an asshole considering you are a WHORE LOT OF ASSHOLE!"

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His 3 friends are rolling on the ground laughing while he's staring at you eyebrows raise and mouth slightly open trying to hold back a smile. You cover your face in embarrassment and quickly finishing up shopping to get out of here as soon as possible. It took you a couple of minutes of rushing around the store to find everything and trying to avoid the group as much as possible. What a day...

Kyle Broflovski

Where the fuck is the library?!?! You've been looking for the last half an hour. You are what people call book and geek smart. Common sense is not your forte tho. This whole time you've been looking you never once thought to ask someone or check google maps. A straight A student not bothering to actually think, how funny. Anyway, you kept stomping around town getting really annoyed that you couldn't find the place when you bumped into a boy, he was pretty cute... tall about 6”, had a green trapper hat and also had a few red curly hair strands sticking out. The bump causing you to fall down although him just stumbling forward a bit. You being your awkward self forgot to say words and just kept staring at him. "Umm hey there... you new here??" No answer from you AT ALL. "Hello?? You're not retarded are you??" You shake your head no and smile still staring at him. "Okay..." you nod and repeat him without knowing "Okay!" He backs away slowly and smiles like he wants anything more than to walk away now realizing how stupid you sound. Before you could apologize, he awkwardly shuffled away before saying "Nice to meet you but I have to go do uhh... do anything else." Walking away before anything else could happen. You just sat there on the ground hating yourself with a passion.

Kenny McCormick

You were new to South Park and you decided 'hey, why not explore' so for the last few hours you've been nothing but site seeing and exploring to get used to the place. You were at the final place of the night, for its 1 AM, (not like your parents care.) in short, you're from a rich family. And they trust you too much. They never ask where your going, hows your day been, what you did, how you feel or what your grades are! In fact, they trust you to make your own food so you have to make all of your own meals yourself. You can ask for as much money as you want and they have NEVER asked what it was for. Some people might say this is child Neglect (including you) they say they just trust you and is just busy. Anyway it was around 1 in the morning and you have just arrived at the lake when you noticed a person with blonde hair and a heavy coat, it almost looked like a parka. You carefully walked up to the person trying to figure out if you should run or talk to them. Finally deciding to talk to them you spoke up. "Um hello...?" As soon as you said that he quickly put his hood up and jumped up. A cigarette falling out of his mouth. He looks to where the cigarette fell and cursed now stepping on it. "You know, as much as I hate living here I'm surprised I haven't burned it down yet." It sounded really muffled with the coat, it sounded as though he was mostly talking to himself. Deciding to answer "Why haven't you?" He looked at you surprised and then sighs "All my friends and my little sister live here. Don't wanna risk it." You smile, shove your hands in your pockets and give a shrug. "Hey man, sometimes you just gotta break the law, it's an urge." He looks at you smirking "Oh yeah and what laws have you broke, missy?" "You know the occasional Grand Theft Auto, maybe some shoplifting." He raises an eyebrow. "Really?" "Definitely...! Yeah, no. The only thing I've ever shoplifted was a bar of soap from some Bed and Breakfast Hotel..." he laughs and shakes his head "Thought so." Well after about 45 minutes of talking you finally were about to leave. "Well it was nice meeting you..." "(Y/n) (L/n)." "(Y/n), that’s cool." “And you are??" "Kenny... Kenny McCormick." You guys shake hands smile at each other and then go your separate ways.

Stan Marsh (This was soo hard. I had really bad writer's block for Stan.)

You just arrived at South Park and it was now 7 AM' Ehhhhh it's too earrrrly for this shit.' So what better way to wake up than coffee from your friendly neighborhood coffee shop. Right as you entered you got knocked down by someone. Before you could yell at him you could see the sadness and embarrassment in his eyes. "A-are you okay??" He pulls his blue hat down more and looks down, avoiding eye contact. "Sorry, yeah I'm fine." 'He obviously isn't' you stand up and offer him a hand smiling. "I'm (Y/n), I'm new here! Think after I get a coffee you could show me around a bit. Maybe some pointers on this town and the people?? No offense but I heard people here are a little weird." He smiles awkwardly looking up at you for a bit before taking your hand. "And you heard correctly. Everyone here is either mentally insane, morally insane or hang out with one of the two groups. Sadly for me, I fall into the third one and a lot of the times they fall into each other. I'm Stan." You shake his hand "A pleasure to meet you." You day smiling. He gives a weird side smirk rolling his eyes. "I'm sure it is."

Butters Stotch (Also he's a little outa character for this sorry 😐)

"Oh my god, the first day of school in a new town. Are these people even sane?? Will they like me?? DO I EVEN LIKE ME?? FUCK!! Alright! Just smile it will all be okay! SHIT!! DID I EVEN BRUSH MY TEETH?!?!? FUCK FUCK FUCK!!" While you were silently freaking out in your mind you felt a tap. You turned around to see a boy who looked to be around 18. With beautiful blonde hair. Although he had a baby face obviously had some maturity in him. You smile awkwardly at him. "Heyyy... OMG IM NOT IN YOUR WAY AM I?!?!" You take a step to the side knocking into someone "Hey, watch it looser!" Someone snaps at you. "S-sorry!!" 'Ohh my god... all I am is a fuck up." The guy who tapped you a second ago frappes your arm pulling you a little closer to him "Yeah uhm stay away from him... That's Eric, and although he kinda funny he doesn't really make you feel too great about yourself." You run the back of your neck "Oh okay." He smiles standing up straight "I'm Butters!! I could help you around if you want! I realize it could be kinda stressful here. H-heck, I'm always stressed and I'm not even new here." You smile your hand still rubbing your neck. "Yeah... that would be awesome actually." "Awesome! Follow me!!" You stop for a sec "Is Butters your real name?" "Yeah kinda I guess now come on, it's Lucy and I wanna talk to you why I can!"

[shedontsmelltoogooddarious]

Creeper the mechanic.

"Darry."

"Yeah?"

Darrius asked as he was sitting out on the porch swing, cradling his daughter in his arms as she was asleep. Her webbed face was buried into his chest while her tiny wings were spread out all relaxed. The Creeper and Darry had been staying with Trish on her former farm, until they could move into a new lair.

Trisha sat down next to him and gazed down at her little niece, smiling softly as she stroked her hair. 

"Your um, your…" She still couldn't bring herself to say it, not after all the trauma she had been through. "Your partner is in the barn fixing up the car, you know the…"

Trish sighed as she leaned her head against Darry's shoulder and watched the child below yawn. If only she was brave enough to confront it all. Darrius wrapped his arm around her and pressed his lips against his sister's forehead. "You're still a huge brat." 

Darry rolled his eyes before his attention was turned towards the Creeper, suddenly standing right before them with a grin on his face and covered in grease and motor oil. "Y'all, I fixed up that old thing and made it all right again. Just need to spit shine it tho, anyone willin' to offer up a good, juicy tongue for it?"

He darkly chuckled, unaware of it making Trish deeply uncomfortable as flash backs went off in her head. Darrious stood up, giving Creeper a slight glare and mouthing 'shut up' before turning to his sister and helping her up.

Creeper was a bit confused from Darry's reaction, usually he found his black humor hilarious. But he simply shrugged it off and led the pair of siblings to the old barn, cracking open a door as he motioned them to go through.

Trish was hesitant, and for good reason. But once she heard Darrious call for her, she sighed and peered in to see her car restored. With a shocked grasp, Trish took a step inside. "Its beautiful! He-Creeper, how?" 

The Creeper answered by whistling softly, before getting inside and starting the engine with ease as it roared to life. Every dent, tear, and rusted spot was gone. Of course it needed to be shined, and a few touch ups with the paint job, but the Creeper had brought it back to life.

"Well Trish, the car wont get stuck on yah for a long, long time. It also got some new modifications that you'll find mighty handy, but I'mma have to show yah around them before you take her out for a drive."

Creeper said as he stepped out and patted the roof softly. He took Ash from Darry's arms, kissed and licked his cheek before purring, checking their daughter as she was still sleepy. He gave a quick nod to Trish, patting her shoulder before climbing up to the hay filled loft where he was staying, putting himself and his child down for a nap. 

"He's changed Trish, just need to give him a chance." 

"Ball sniffer."

"I think you mean monster ball sucker." 

Darrius snickered as Trish sighed heavily, before both froze as they could hear Creeper growling.

"You both stop with dem dirty words! Ash don't need to be repeating em."

Trish rolled her eyes, as if Creeper needed to be worrying about cuss words when his and Darry's daughter was exposed to corpses everyday. A baby wouldn't even remember, would it? Trish thought as she sat in her car. Emotions she was holding back were bubbling to the surface, causing tears to roll down her cheeks as her brother climbed into the passenger side. He was different now…something within him had died long ago and Trish knew it.

Why couldn't she had been one that was taken instead of him? Better yet, she wished that they had never encountered the Creeper at all. Darry broke her train of thought as he reached down and played with the radio, twisting the knob until he came to a station he picked up.

Every breath you take

"Trish…." He spoke, his dark eyes dull. There were wrinkles around them now. Trish looked up before suddenly hugging him, closing her eyes as she sobbed.

Every move you make

Darry held her instantly, stroking her hair as he gently murmured. "I'm here now…and I won't ever leave you again." He promised, but he knew deep down that it would be hard to keep...there was still something inside him that feared being killed by the Creeper. 

Every vow you break-

Suddenly, Trish got up and started the engine. It roared to life as the engine purred smoothly. She wanted to drive through the barn doors, taking her brother with and not look back. But suddenly, the Creeper landed in front of the vehicle and leaned forwards with his palms on the hood. He growled deeply, his eyes glaring at both siblings as if he knew what was up. 

I'll be watching you.

"Yah think I'm stupid? I know what you're planning and I ain't gonna see it go through-"

Trish wondered how the Creeper read her mind. Darrius on the other hand seemed unphased as he was about to open the door when Creeper suddenly did it for him. 

"Trish yah need to wait before you can take this thing out on the road, I said I'll show you how to use it when I'm done sleeping." 

He rolled his eyes before taking Darry into his arms, purring at the man. Before Trish could reply, the Creeper was already gone to where he was napping now with Darrius. She groaned, before going back to her home to get ready for her evening date.

It was 7:00 PM, and Creeper was still asleep along with her own brother. Trish had no time to wait, she was already running late. Her other vehicle was an old rusted pick up truck...of course she wanted to make a good first impression on the guy she started seeing. Trish climbed in and started the engine, praying that it wouldn't awaken the Creeper as she drove off into the night. 

"Hopefully this goes well." Trish muttered to herself as she pulled up beside the large country house. A well dressed, sharp looked man walked out to the car as was wearing a western hat that made him look ridiculous, it also reminded Trish of the Creeper- no, he's not going to spoil this night.

She reached over and rolled down the window, grinning at him with her red lips. "Hey, thought you'd never get here." 

John said as Trish nervously chuckled. "I would have been here sooner but my brother in law needed help with something."

That was partially true, more or less that Trish needed help with something. But for what she wasn't sure. He reached down to open the door, pulling up on the handle which tonight was one of his biggest mistakes. Ivory stakes drove through his arm as they burst forth from the door, impaling him to Trish's car as he screamed out in agony. He fell to his knees as Trish rushed over to his aid.

"What the fuck?!" 

He snarled at her as she worked feverishly to pull his arm off. John shoved her back as another fresh wave of pain crashed through him and through his right arm. "I am so sorry! God damn it Creeper!"

Trisha cursed, digging for her phone through her purse to call an ambulance. John cussed and screamed at her while she was dialing 9-1-1. 

Trish returned home at five AM, her murderous car seemingly having self retracted its spikes out once the paramedics arrived. There was blood still stained to the door with Trish now being a newly single woman.

Of course, the Creeper was waiting. But instead of giving her shit, he draped a blanket over her shoulders and laid her on the couch as she instantly fell asleep. 

"Hopefully soon she begins to trust me." 

Creeper growled softly.

[biblio-bitch]

Teen Titans 1x01 Blind Reaction

I haven’t watched the OG Teen Titans yet. Sue me. I wasn’t allowed to watch cartoons as a kid so I’m playing catch-up here. As usual, spoilers and cursing under the cut! Also. apologies for the short sentences, it was like 3 am.

A disclaimer: This is entirely for fun and a lot of the comments I make are based on my preferences for media as well as the way I, as a writer, would have written things.

If I say something you disagree with (more likely in my analysis posts than my reactions) then I am more than happy to hear your opinions so long as you are respectful! 

If you followed me for Detroit Evolution content I promise I’ll post the rest soon. Formatting and proofreading takes ages. I also might start liveblogging my adventures in screenwriting so look out for that!

That being said, let’s get into it!

[In brackets is added post-watch.]

Holy old animation Batman. It feels like Phineas and Ferb.

BB Sounds like Phineas.

The cheesy intro tho

Seriously which Robin is this cause I think it’s Dick but Idk

“Titans Go!”

The theme song is iconic

Love the OG Raven design

Is the theme Japanese?? It kinda feels Japanese

I love that Starfire’s outfit isn’t like literally a bikini it’s nice since she’s designed like a sixteen year old

Epic fight scene™️. Makes me feel like something’s going to go wrong.

“I am stronger than I look” fuck yeah Star get his ass

Honestly wtf Rob you’re like twelve and you don’t have powers??? Also is he wearing steel toe boots?? I thought they were converse at first. Seriously Batman, what’s with the child soldiers??

Cyborg?? I love him

Ouch that was a fail

Ok the bo staff is a Tim Drake signature as far as I know so wtf???? Which black haired mf is this???

It’s Dick. I googled. [I love DC and I realize that most of the Robins were designed before having diverse characters was a thing but literally they all look the same. Like personally I’d love to see a Romani or other non-white rep for Dick.

 {I gleefully return to this post with news that Dick is canonically Romani! He’s been played so often as white, including in the new Titans, which I will be making a post about, but he was confirmed to be poc in Devin Grayson’s Gotham Knights. He’s part Romani on his mother’s side. She, according to Tim Seeley’s twitter, is an immigrant. He was originally presented without a confirmed ethnicity! My apologies for being uninformed about this. I stated Romani specifically here before knowing because I had seen people talk about him as such and really enjoyed it.}

 Maybe a mixed Jason? I feel like Tim is white mostly bc he’s rich IN GOTHAM,,, but like I never turn down the possibility of poc characters. Damian is canonically middle eastern so if I ever see a live action Damian not played by a middle eastern brown kid I’m rioting.]

What a petulant child. Blaming each other. Now they’re fighting. [This part feels very overdramatic to me personally. I do think that if this wasn’t animated it would be toned down quite a bit. That being said? I do think it’s in character for Dick, especially late Robin-era Dick, to have outbursts like that, especially as a character that I see as needing a lot of control.]

Oh wonderful. He quit. That’s overly dramatic.

Oh goddamn it Slade.

I’m not supposed to know he’s Slade yet tho huh. [Rip the element of surprise with that, I have a habit of learning everything from things before investing my time in it, and my obsession with other versions of DC comics isn’t helpful in this situation. Also the 25 pages of AO3 I’ve read about the Bats gives quite a bit away.]

Oh ew that’s a plasma monster

He looks like fuckin,,, Underbelly! that mf from the Red Hood/Arsenal comics. [Underbelly is the personification of the criminal world. I got through four RH/A comics as of posting this so once I finish that storyline I’ll probably post about it]

“It’s pointless to get upset about Cyborg” breaks glass. [I personally really fw Raven being like ‘master of meditation i feel nothing’ but then these dumbasses get all up in her brain and she ends up loving them like honestly that’s amazing]

“I’m fine” fucks up that punching bag. Master of emotions this bitch. [I don’t think that this little tantrum is entirely because Cyborg left. Again, Dick was raised by Batman, and neither of them are too good about losing control and fucking up. This to me is very much a mix of guilt for having driven away a friend and teammate, anger at Cyborg for leaving, and also anger at himself for a perceived failure. Bruce really needs to get his kids therapy bc the complexes are really shining through.]

Now they’re sad like bitch ur the one who kicked him out???

He’s eating something and it’s gross.

“That stuff can’t be good for you” Robin,,, sweaty,,,

The puns. Jeez Louise.

Immensely powerful half demon lady and the best you can do is some cans?? [Again with the things you shouldn’t know, Theo. Yeah I get that she’s still a kid and the demon lady thing isn’t exactly revealed yet, but I maintain that the barrels -- which I realized that they’re barrels not cans -- could be improved upon]

“You giant zit”??? A Child [Seriously how old is he because it’s concerning that he seems as young as he does. @ Bruce wtf did you do to your kids]

Phase three what an ominous asshole

Again with the puns Rob like jeez just fight this mf

Star,, you’re an alien?? Why are you screaming??

Both eyes on the road while flying Raven

He just extends the bo again bro what kinda bat bullshit is this

Cyborg saving the day!! We gotta love that. “Still got the sonic if you still got the boom” what kids I love them

I love that he just,, brought Cinderblock with him. He’s just that powerful.

Wtf is up with this knockoff Alfred mf with Slade? Also?? What stereotypical villain shit Slade step it up. [Titans (2018) Slade is like,,, so much better at this. Hell, even Arrow Slade is more nefarious.]

[I know it’s stupid to say this about an antagonist from a kids show vs two YA/Adult shows but like?? Titans Slade had the Motive, and Arrow Slade was Deep. In my defense here, I’m only on Ep 1, I’m sure he gets more interesting as the show progresses.

My non-sleep deprived rating? 9/10. Points off for melodrama but points on for nostalgia and attention grabbing. I’m not really into kids shows so I did my best to be fair despite that. Personally I think it’s a little much on the fighting especially for a pilot and it definitely seemed a little bit rushed. But, the animation is fun, I love the way each character is distinctive in costume and personality.

Keep in mind I prefer watching things with writing/pacing like Arrow, The Flash, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, and the new Titans TV show and all of my ratings are going to be skewed based on a preference for stronger and darker material. 

With that in mind, I did enjoy the episode and I do want to continue watching. I think if I had watched this as a 10-11 year old, it would’ve been amazing.]

[taleasoldasme]

Can you do a Jason Todd x reader where she sprains her ankle

ok so, i wrote this a couple of weeks ago but tumblr DELETED THE WHOLE THING SFDKJHDFK AND I GOT SO PISSED. but finally i got my shit together and wrote this aGAin, hopefully, better than the first attempt dfkhkjf

anywayssss this was so fun to write (TWICE) and it’s so freaking adorable. not sure if thats what you had in mind but i really like the way it turned out :)))

alsoooo pardon me for any grammar mistakes akhjfdkfh

hope yall like it

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“what happened?!” 

he ran into the room finding the girl on the floor in swallowing the pain with a guilty smile.

“let’s just say i sprained my ankle” she softly said already opening her arms to let her be carried by him “and i may or may not have been trying to do one of your fighting moves...”

jason laughed and nodded in denial, trying his best to keep a straight face due his concern. he swore to god, when he heard her yelling for help his heart miss a couple of beats, and he felt his whole body temperature dropping. 

“why were you trying to fight tho?” he looked down to her face, relieved the situation wasn’t as bad as he thought.

she sketched an answer but before she say anything he wrapped his arms around her legs and back picking her up off the ground. she tightly held her arms around his neck playfully tucking his hair. even though her ankle was pupping in pain, she felt safe and able to not be embarrassed about the tiny and shy tears running through her cheeks.

he laid her down on the bed gently, being cautious with her sprained ankle.

“this might hurt a little” he sat next to her legs and quickly straighten her foot. she twisted her face in agony but did not scream. 

gosh, she’s so strong! he thought lost in his mind while locked his gaze in her cute face trying to mask the pain.

“it’s okay if it hurts, doll” he comforted her cupping her face wiping a few tears away “we’re not made out of iron”

she sighed, showing frustration and pain. but she was not bursting into tears. 

“it’s just that i–”

she tried to speak but tears stumbled her words way. sobs because her language for a moment.

“hold on a sec, i’ll grab some ice” he rushed away towards the freezer, but also, away from seeing her in sorrowful mood. It smashes his hearts in smithereens having her that way. jason felt the obligation to make her feel better.

when he drew the ice close to her ankle she groaned by the temperature shock and instinctively grabbed his forearm. 

“better?” he threw a smile at her and she mirrored the gesture kindly brushing her hand through his arm.

“yes” she sighed in relief  “thank you jaybird, i just… i wish i could do something in return… that’s why i was trying to do one of your moves”

she shyly snorted finding funny how naive her idea sounded and she rolled her eyes felling stupid.

“i mean, you do so much for me, and you spend the night risking your life while i’m at home… for an instant i thought i’d be a good idea, me and you fighting side by side” she mimicked punches in the air.

jason’s heart melted inside his chest and his face was switched in multiples emotions. first, he found himself admired by her genuine wish to help people and wanted to be around him more; secondly, he felt guilty. he did not desire any concerns from her about his job nor wanted her to put herself in that position that’s also way he felt, thirdly, worried. the red hood lifestyle already put too many risks in his life, the thought of having her into that place caused shivers down his spine. losing her is not even in his darkest hypothesis on consequences of being a vigilante. 

“hey” he cupped her cheeks “the fact that you are here already makes you my hero”

“no shit” she answered lightly slapping his arm and laughing away bashful tears “i’m serious jason, i want to help!”

“i’m shit serious too” he nodded affirming that he meant every sentence said “i mean, who else would save me from my neediness? or else, who’d help me find my spare pants? you know how i get home tired as fuck and literally strip down all my clothes, close my eyes and faint!”

he made himself comfortable laying down next to her putting his arm around her shoulders pulling her close to his chest, she loves when he did that. his heart is where her head should always be.

“now you’re just being cheesy” she mocked interlacing her legs in his body carefully to not move the ice away from her hurt ankle.

“i could be cheesier if you want to” jason smirked setting his gaze in her cuddly gluing her face into his chest “but really, i meant it ok? red hood it’s a part of me that… honestly? i dig love it. but also, it brings a part of me that i’m not very proud of. and i love the light you brought to me, you have no idea of how much i love having you around… thinking of putting that– putting your life in danger, man… scares the shit out of me. losing something i love, you know?”

“what did you just said?” she tilted her face to meet his.

“umm- that i couldn’t stand the thought of losing you?” his eyes quickly swept the room.

“cute, i love you too you dork” she closed the gap between them with a cheeky kiss.

[lwilddiamonddogl]

Actions Speak Louder Than Word's

Pairing: analogical (anxiety xlogic)

Description: Virgil is touch-starved and Logan plans on fixing that.

Warnings: Slight angst, nothing bad. Mostly just fluff and cuddling.

If you havent see some of my post involving my sleep schedule, its near to non-existent. If this is shit, which it is, i am so sorry. Please enjoy anyways.

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Logan was pissed. Outraged. Unthinkably vexed. He was Aggravated more at himself then anything else but still distressed to say the least. He was the analytical side for Newton's sake, but somehow he overlooked most of the vital, obvious signs Virgil displayed.  

Virgil was touch starved.

Logan should have known Virgil was not receiving enough human contact, that he lacked the love and attention the anxious side needed oh so much. The way he seemed to freeze up like Windows XP whenever he brushed up against one of the other sides accidentally, or the way he looked longingly at Patton whenever he’d engulff someone in one of his famous ‘Patton Hugs.’ Logan thought back to the few times he had seen Anx curl up in a cat like manner, pillow held tightly in his arms acting as his life line while he slept. Logic was going to fix this, no matter how long it took, he would do anything for the anxious boy he held in his heart.

Logan attempted to keep his rage and self hate under control as he searched for Virgil, rushing around the mind palace at a quick pace. This matter was urgant, he mustn't waste a minute of his precious time.

After what seemed like hours, he finally spotted him pushed against the corner of the couch. Eyes closed, earbuds in, and hood up. Logic quietly sat himself a few inches from his familiar, dark friend, close enough to touch if one were to shift their weight slightly.

Before Logan made any moves he took a moment to admire the angelic being next to him. His skin reminiscent to the moon and stars, his lips red as a rose. He could spend hours taking in every detail if it weren't for more pressing matters that needed to be addressed.

Logic kept his movements slow, wishing to help the anxious side instead of scaring him off, He lowered anxiety's hood, causing Virgil to snap open his eyes in confusion and shock. Before he was able to ask what the hell Logan was doing he felt soft, caring hands run there way through his hair and across his scalp. Anxiety practically forgot how to speak, words failing him. A small gasp falling from his lips instead, face turning a deep shade of red. Unexpectedly he leaned into the warm, welcoming touch, tingles running up his spine. Part of his body told him to stay, to enjoy Logan's attention. Yet another part of him told him to flee, hide within the safety of his room. Told him he didn't need nor deserve any form of love, that that was reserved for people like Roman and Patton.

Anxiety was close to fleeing the scene, no matter how badly he wanted to stay and indulge himself in this new found affection. Logan seemed to notice this, however, and slowly intertwined his fingers with Virgil's as a silent beg for him to stay and allow Logic to show him what love is.

This finally broke anxiety.

He flung himself into logans open arms, Keeping himself as close to Logic as he possibly could, the space between each warm body was non-existent. He inhaled the scent of new books and fresh ink that lingered on Logans skin, nuzzling his head into the crook of the logical sides neck.

Logan held anxiety tightly into his chest, refusing to let go of his sarcastically sweet emo, nothing would stand between him and his love. Logic made a silent vow to protect the fragile boy, no matter the risk. He vowed go to hell and back for Anx, to sacrifice anything and everything just for his happiness. Limbs tangled together, a secret dance the two of them shared. It was almost like an instinct, a natural thing the two of them had done million times before, tho it was foreign to both sides.

Logics hands continued to play with the  luscious, silky ocean that was the anxious sides hair. Combing through the fading magenta. He cradled anxiety's head with love, a  wordless way to say everything would be okay. Anxiety's hand clung to Logans inky black dress shirt, the other still intertwined with Logans.

Logic placed a kiss to the top of Virgil's head, no words were exchanged, only soft, loving touches. They melted into each other, soon falling into a peaceful slumber.

[ikemen-obssessed]

‘My name is Moana Cambodia’ (Chapter 2/?)

WARNING: INCLUDES ORIGINAL PLOT SPOILERS

This is depressing af even tho I wrote it😂

The unfaltering blasts of magic crystals never did once fail to send a deafening pulse through my ears. If Jonah wasn’t with me, I would have lost all reason. Between the two of us, we made sure that nothing but corpses of the disciples were left in our wake, the echo of our swords piercing through skin was the only thing I was able to hear.

But no matter what occupied my senses, there was always one to continuously gnaw at my thoughts, and it was the very same thought that haunted me ever since that day. I made a promise to him while he was a step away from death, and I did everything I promised him I would never do. And the worst part is, I could have avoided doing it. But as always, fear was the one thing the reasonable part of me would listen to.

The bullet-like diamonds seemed to be shooting out of nowhere, somehow missing their target by a centimetre every time. Constantly being fired, we had an unspoken agreement that Jonah would block the bullets, and whilst that caused a distraction at the same time, I was able to strike in the least vital areas I was able to find in such a blur of motion.

However, every kind action comes with a price. I could feel my armour loosening at every little movement I made. I was in such a rush to rescue Jonah that I forgot the most important detail: for all he knows, my name is Axel Cambodia, and I’m nothing more than another Red soldier. Well, not to him, at least.

Every dodge, every thrust of my relentless sword, it only quickened the feel of the soft cotton padding slipping achingly hesitantly down my stomach. I was so distracted by the delicate feel of the fabric that I didn’t hear the hooded disciple creeping behind me, until it was too late.

I heard the faintest sound of motion, and when I shifted my head slightly, even though his identity was hidden behind the oversized jet black robe he wore, I could feel the revolting smile he wore, overly enjoying the thought of manslaughter.

My reflexes didn’t work well with my head process, which is basically a ‘kill now, think later’ kind of thing. Luckily, his absence of skill was instantly noticed as his head, directed at the left side of my chest, yet his clumsy gloved hands caused his sword to tear at the worn skin of my left rib. Kyle told me it was deep enough to have reached my stomach when I had regained conscious. As painful as that sounds, surprisingly, I didn’t really notice it until Jonah had. All I felt was a prick in my side, and I all too easily rid myself of any pain as I took the disciple’s stunned silence for granted and twisted the heavy sword out of his trembling hands, striking then leaving him to die on the damp grass in the least agonising death I could grant him.

It wasn’t even a millisecond later before I was welcomed by another attacker. I was too distracted by making sure Jonah didn’t face any sudden attacks from behind that I hadn’t realised my armour had been destroyed in the process, along with the padding I had attached to Axel’s uniform.

Subsequently, by the time the once emerald floor, now littered with either currently or eternally unconscious disciples, along with shattered pieces of now slate coloured crystals spreaded across the eerily quiet lawn, Jonah and I were breathlessly wheezing, desperate for the decaying air to reach our lungs.

“Ah!” Jonah’s voice was a pathetic squeak.

I tilted my head in his direction, and what I found was actually quite amusing despite the circumstances. I still felt light-headed, so the borders of my sight were hazy, but I could tell that the crimson colour of his cheeks trailed to his ears. His usually squinted, fiery amber eyes were now as wide as a saucepan, his gaze darting from his boots to the pitch black sky over and over. About a minute later, when he managed to calm himself enough to lift his veiled lashes, his intent gaze meeting my bewildered one.

“Uh!” the noise barely fell from his slightly parted lips and, in a swift motion, his face was an inch away from mine, the warmth of his hands seeping into me as he gripped my shoulders in an almost too firm grip. As if he was trying to keep me here, with him.

I followed his openly worried stare, looking down to find my outer jacket which was usually on top of my shirt to cover my very much feminine chest, was gone, leaving the blouse I used to wear on formal occasions (obviously, before I got myself into this mess) on show. And, on the left side of my rib, I found my once snow white material instead soaked in plasma blood, only deepening in colour as I continued to stare listlessly at the side of my exposed rib cage, torn by the tip of a metallic sword. 

The last thing I remember was the look he gave me. That damn look was the one thing that followed me during the days, maybe even weeks I spent in the infirmary with Kyle, Jonah, and all the other officers I had learnt to love constantly keeping an eye on me without my conscious being aware of it. 

The only thing I could see, hear and feel in all that time was that moment in the Forbidden Forest. It was Jonah. But what stole my attention was his eyes. What I saw in them wasn’t pity. It wasn’t even fear. It was heartache. So unbearable that I could see the glistening of unshed tears in his now clouded eyes. I think, before I passed out, the sight was so heart wrenching that seeing his wanted tears caused mine to flow freely. Tears that I had held in for so long that, in spite of everything I had done, every lie I had told, I cried purely because after all these years, after all of the absolute shit I had been through, I didn’t realise that I knew how to cry. Because, up until that moment, I didn’t realise I could feel human, or act human anymore. 

[captainshazamerica]

Yeah it's the same anon 💜 dude my apologies for the amount of crap I've spewed in your ask box but in my defense no one I know gives a shit about batfam or gotham rogues or Alfred (I've gushed here about alfreds fabulousness too opps) anndd I partly blame you for me falling back into the titans trap cuz s1 was meh I forgot I even watched s2 😅 then I seen some titans stuff on your blog and boom my brain latched onto it and now here I am experiencing maternal fear for my son jason 😢you are 1000% right this jason is PERFECTION as robin like actual perfection I dunno why but I thought this robin was like 16? So I was thinkin how tf is 16/17 yo supposed to be redhood!? It work in comics/cartoon but live action 16 y/o redhood seems meh I kinda want the lazarus pit just I freakin want TALIA but I don't think that's gonna happen I dunno

Tbh (this may be biased) but I think the Gotham tv show is literally the best dc comics adaptation of anything ever! it is superior to all thier shows movies animations and the arrowverse at least in my books lol

Tumblr is my only form of 'social media' and I don't keep up with updates or anything about shows cuz I like to pretend the fiction is real and I don't want reality wrecking that for me like hahahaa so I had no clue about timmy or babs but I'm so happy

DUDE YES this is literally the only time I can see bruce ever killing the joker on screen aww please I want it so bad I mean they probably won't but they should cuz this is the only capacity in which batman can kill the joker live action like if down the line somewhere on another show/movie bruce killed joker he prob wouldn't be dead dead or they'd bring him back some way so the kill wouldn't even matter but old bruce killing the joker because he's finally had enough he's old now, jasons death finished him and he's not gonna be batman anymore it's a nice end for batman and the joker, it's the only way we'll ever get this end cuz like you said they'll never have the balls to permanently kill joker any other way in live action everything is aligning perfectly for this to happen so dang dc just freakin let it happen c'mon

Yo whose your first fav rogue? Is it riddler? I feel like mines riddler haven't really thought much about whose my fav gotham rogue but I'd probably say riddler, I prefer the central city rogues but the Gotham rogues are just pure chaos and I'm living for that hahaa

I'd rather superheros/vigilantes/villians in live action not have relationship drama just put them in a relationship or dont like I came for the action and weird super shit not the ordinary relationship drama thankfully titans seem to be doing okay in this aspect I do quite like dickkory a lot but I mean in the supergirl show ughhh I was like I came here for the flying and the dope laser eyes I don't give a shit about her getting a boyfriend like seriously whyyy

My brain decides to jump about obsessing over characters like one week Kory is my wife next week detective grayson is my husband and I AM NIGHTWING then my brain is like no Barbara kean is wifey just basically fictionally I'm married to everyone 😅

Yikes this was so long sorry girl

Omg, pls don't apologize! I get so dang excited whenever i get an ask, yours always make my day, you don't even know! Like same about no one i know caring about dc/batfam! And talking to someone about it is so much better than yelling into the wind here on a text post that no one reads xD Don't stop sending your asks whenever you wanna dump your feels/talk about dc/batfam omg.

And Im so proud I got you into this Titans spiral xD My work here is done hahahaha. But yes, I feel like his looking so young for red hood over shadows how great his jason robin performance was! Love seeing him get that recognition! But yeah, the age is def off, like I cant remember how old they said he was in the show, maybe 16? but too young for red hood in live action form. Like its hard cause in reality 16 year olds and 19 year old boys typically don't look too different, for the most part, while comics you can get get away with it more. Huh, yeah, it doesn't seem like Talia is gonna happen, maybe just maybe a cameo or something? Cause we also weren't expecting joker but here we are(tho it almost looks like he wont be a big plot point/even see him much, it almost looks like it is just showing how brutal gotham is? But like its just the trailer and doesnt always give the full picture so who knows!)

Omg YES about Gotham! I 1000% agree! Im also biased cause its what got me into batman, again like exactly a year ago! It got me into the world like no other media of dc had before!(well, Shazam did, i guess tech thats the start of my interest in dc/first time i read the comics, but gotham is what really got me into this spiral). I hate how much hate it gets, like yeah its not perfect and they took creative liberties obviously, but i 100% agree that its the best adoption of DC yet! 100%! Its so nice to see the characters and rogues fleshed out more. I feel like it successfully did what Nolan tried to do in terms of making it dark and realistic, but in a way that was more accurate and true to the comics! I wish it wasn’t canceled so early and thus the last season had to be so rushed :(

thats smart, i typically dont look for spoilers and stuff anymore but I just got so hyper focused that I had to look at least what the stars were putting out on social media, but yeah, i use to get so caught up in all that that it took the fun out of seeing it live.

Oh my gosh, that would seriously be the PERFECT end to batman and joker story in this universe omg. Amen about all that! And like it would hopefully show Jason how much he cares? So maybe Bruce would kill him after red hood emerges? It will be interesting to see hat causes Jason to be so dang pissed in this version.

ahaha yes riddler is my fav! (my header gave it away didn’t it xD) I love most Riddlers but ESPECIALLY gotham riddler, Ed is like one of my fav character of all time. Oooh, I don’t know central city rogues all that well(well, way more than Metropolis rogues, I know so little about superman world), like I know some from the first 3 and a half seasons of the flash (I watched a couple years ago but got busy with school and couldn’t keep up and just never caught up/didnt have motivation to finish(plus i forgot so much id have to rewatch everything again), but I saw they finally just introduced Bart Allen, so I have have to randomly jump back in for a bit cause Bart is one of my favsss), and the ones in the cartoons and stuff

Ha! true, i dont mind it when its for character development or if I happen to be super into the ship(like Nygmakins in Gotham omg, I know they are super unpopular but they are like one of my OTPs omg), I feel like it has to be balanced right/not too much focus on the drama of the relationship over everything else. Like a minor subplot is good but don’t make it the focus of the show. And yeah , supergirl never appealed to me cause of that reason! i like drama and not JUST action (I like psychological drama, as long as there is comfort to follow xD) but yea i get what u mean by too much relationship focus . I think, for the most part, Gotham did that pretty well.

omg i love the disaster bi vibes you are giving off xD But omg I feel the jumping around thing so much ahaha. Like right now the 4 robins are constantly on rotation on who I’m obsessing over at the moment tbh xD

Omg mine responses are just as long, don’t apologize!!!! <333333333333333

[chimerabal]

Enter Player 5

Got a new character during the second half of the campaign today *confetti*, and hoo man what a Wild Fucking Ride. Wow.

Last session we defeated the Big Bad demon leader of the cult we were investigating, and got sent back to Thraben for two weeks of downtime between missions. The party is staying in a church compound, the characters all have these apartment rooms they’re chillin’ in, and were given an initial week of time to do whatever. 

Sibyl spent the better part of her time decoding The Book she carries; a bible loaded with coded scribbles added in by a party unknown to me. She made some good progress, which the content of is also.... unknown to me. Proud of her though! She also built a flying contraption that makes both Uriel and myself turn green with envy- quit being cool. Mikela took time to write to her family and had a heart to heart with a priest over her moral dilemmas. She also took the time to visit our werewolf Katya, played by the dm, and her younger sister to escort them on the town for a relaxing pub visit (as the church keeps them locked away unless escorted- being werewolves and all). Fun bonding happened over Mikela’s unwillingness to drink, and Katya’s jovial insistence on having a beer. 

The merriment was cut short very abruptly when Katya recognized a group of rangers in the crowd from her Past- and they recognized her. They got in her face about being a werewolf bold enough to come into the city- Mikela got into the ranger’s faces about being pricks- a ranger got into the younger sister’s face wiTH A KNIFE. Things escalated very- Very quickly. Mikela and the younger sister were brought out of the pub, leaving Katya wildly outnumbered in the pub. Mikela was able to overtake the one dude outside. Inside, Katya transformed FULL WOLF (just out of view, awww) and started kicking serious ass. Some thugs left the pub to attack the sister; Mikela decided that Katya had it handled and they fled. While fleeing they ran into a high ranking church knight and a crew of guards, who recognized Mikela’s regalia and they helped end the conflict (barely, Wolf!Katya had it handled and all they really did was get her to a hospital post fight). The knight turned out to be canon character Thalia, the Guardian of Thraben. Mikela and Thalia had a good heart to heart, knight to knight, chat- however the whole ordeal still left Mikela exhausted (probably doubly so with how many ‘I told you so’s were thrown her way over taking the werewolf for a walk :T overall NPCs were understanding tho).

((Per the norm, if Uriel wasn’t involved I was probably zoning in and out, there may be missed events, lmao, I try.))

Uriel started their week by trying to get as many resources from the armory as possible, and making a guard Actually Ill by describing scaberen stuff. Very successful. Couldn’t secure a room with a bathtub though. The better part of their time was building scaabs, and the better part of my time trying to describe them, haha;;; They packaged up a shiny new set of leatherworking tools for the old man she robbed in the cult-ridden town, added a small note, and got dressed in their best clothes as part of a convoluted plan to get Mikela to like them. They explained that they wanted to send a shiny new set of tools (omitting that they STOLE the old dudes regular set) to the man who so kindly housed us during our mission as both a thank you for his kindness, and an apology for our bad behavior (and the unmentioned guilt of ruining the dudes lively hood and sanity)- but they don’t know where the courier is or accurately remember the old man’s address :/ Another huge honkin’ success, the hidden truth stayed hidden and Mikela now thinks Uriel is a far better person than they actually are, PLUS Uriel’s nagging guilt of possibly really ruining this dude is lifted. Uriel was also able to gain access to a private bath through Mikela *confetti emoji* which... although not essential to the plot... is a creature comfort that makes it Way less likely that my character will try and escape for home.

Mikela used her and Uriel’s time together to try and figure out something about what the Lunarch had told the group out of her earshot last session. Uriel wasn’t able to lie as efficiently as normal after all the kindness Mikela had shown, and when caught lying Mikela offered even MORE kindness that... honestly caused a short circuit in my character’s self preservation and deceitfulness centers ((or in dice terms, I rolled a nat 1 on deception)). Uriel said that, although Mikela is the person she would want to tell the most, that they’re not in a safe enough place to talk about it. I’m pretty sure this set off every red flag and alarm in Mikela’s head- oops- but the characters are now closer for it :’) The awkwardness and seriousness of the situation entirely left Uriel’s mind the moment she saw how Nice the rooms for the traveling diplomats and higher ups were, and although Mikela still had concerns the two parted because personal hygiene and space are top priority for my dumb child.

At the end of week one, the Grand Lunarch Mikeaus called the “Investigative Squad” (as we seem to have started calling ourselves) to a meeting over the werewolf fiasco, and to introduce a new member to the group. The new member wasn’t the Lunarch’s idea, but the idea of many other Very Concerned church figures who just aren’t totally sure about all this- having someone Mikeaus didn’t pick himself added some security? We didn’t get much time to ask because the new member back flipped (literally) into the room, followed by magical glitter and fireworks. She tried, awkwardly, to get some laughs or applause from our Totally Stunned party, but eventually resigned to just introducing herself. Aurelia, former humble street performer, claims to have joined the church to “better the world” and sees the Investigative Squad as the perfect opportunity... you know... to better things. The scientists were amused, but Mikela was... not. At all. She took it as a personal slight and got Sassy. Introductions went... strangely. Uriel did a damn good job at creeping Aurelia the hell out, especially so when the word ‘scaberen’ was used (it was dodged many times prior to Mikeaus getting sick of us chatting). Aurelia also got anxious learning that Sibyl works in nerco-alchemy. I’d say every other sentence from this girl caused an insight check to happen, but we didn’t get much out of it immediately. Everyone except Aurelia was dismissed, Mikeaus had one final thing to share with her in private.

All together, Mikela began filling in Aurelia on the previous victories of the squad- less out of kindness and more as like,,, a petty accomplishment thing xD Aurelia took interest in the slain demons and Uriel eagerly offered to show off the work she did with the parts. Uriel had a full... maybe ten max minutes... of glory in which she thought the Whole Party was interested in seeing the upgrades she did to Ugly, and the new sculptures she was able to put together, before shit started hitting the fan. Aurelia managed to slip past both Uriel and Ugly and into Uriel’s totally trashed room to steal some unguarded demon parts. While Uriel struggled to get Aurelia back Out Of Their Space, the door fell off the hinges (thanks Ugly) and EVERYONE entered their disdainfully messy apartment. :( Sibyl and Mikela did some checks on Ugly to determine if the parts were safe. They aren’t. :(. One of the checks involved a spell that was able to detect demonic energies and Mikela detected the stolen part. 

Its... hard to describe how many /just barely successful/ deception checks Aurelia had made up to this point and HOW on edge everyone else was... but it was intense- and right here is where it started really going wrong really fast. Mikela grabs Aurelia’s bag and demands to know what the hell is going on, why there’s demonic energy in her bag, and what shes ACTUALLY here for. Aurelia tries a few more lies that fail horribly. “Demon parts that’s SILLY why would anyone want THAT” was said to the faces of both a scaberen and a necro-alchemist. She slips that shes from Nephalia as well and Uriel recognizes her. They call her out as a parts dealer they bought angel blood from once, which sets Mikela OFF. Aurelia tries to flee and combat starts. Shes slippery enough to avoid getting caught by Uriel’s whip AND grabbed by Ugly, but with great effort Mikela is able to grapple her- in the process knocking a ton of highly volatile scaberen chemicals onto the ground and lighting the damn apartment on fire. Sibyl uses her attack to try and put out the flames, fails. Aurelia casts a spell that frees her from Mikela’s grapple, and the shockwave from which blows out the fire. She makes a run for it and leaps out the window. Uriel lays on the ground and checks out from this chase b/c ughhhhhfuck this I almost lost all my work and supplies I’m out.

Sibyl peruses with a flight spell, and Mikela grabs the attention of some church guards from the window to join in the chase. Aurelia casts hideous laughter on Sibyl, who falls out of the sky onto Aurelia, leaving them both prone with a chance for the guards to catch up- they don’t though. Sibyl casts charm person on Aurelia, which keeps her from attacking, but not from escaping as she casts an illusion and vanishes (?). Mikela leaves Aurelia’s stuff with Uriel in the room and rushes to the combat. 

The session ended and the DM advised on thinking up a background character just in case the party manages to catch Aurelia and kill her- or if Aureila escapes for good. I hope neither of those is the case because holy Crap that was a hilarious session. I gotta do some doodles from it because- just- MAN.

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Jaws - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky accidentally punches you in the face during a training session, which somehow leads to your first kiss and the promise of a date.

Warnings: Kissing.

Words: 1 328

A/N: Very boring drabble that is kinda similar to Lift in terms of the layout. Tell me what you think and please request!

TAKING REQUESTS

She ducked under his punch, getting back up just as quickly and trying to elbow his chest. He grabbed hold of her joint and pushed her back. As she came rushing back in for a straight punch to his face, his metal hand flew right to her jaw.

She staggered back before falling to her knees. Her hair fell in front of her face and a few strands stuck to her glistening forehead, a long groan escaping her.

“Oh fuck, Y/N. I’m so sorry!” Bucky panicked, surprised as he thought she would have been able to see through his techniques as always and dodged his incoming attack.

He rushed to her side and knelt beside her, wrapping his arm around her back and using his free hand to remove the hair from her face. She whined in pain, trying to force a smile to not make him feel so bad but not being able to. “Okay, that one hurts… I’m not gonna lie.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He carefully tilted her head to get better lightning on her jaw which was red, bruising and already swollen. “Fuck. That’s bad.”

“I don’t know if it’s anything serious, but I can taste blood?” She looked up at him. “Maybe that’s just normal. Also, my left ear is ringing, or it might be my entire head actually, I can’t tell the difference right now.”

Bucky kept repeatedly mumbling curses as he softly placed his bionic hand over the bruise. She winced in pain at first but the cooling of the metal was better than not having it there at all.

“Remind me to wear a hockey helmet for our next training session or something…” She began to push herself up from the floor. Bucky tried to help her by continuing to hold his arm around her back, which turned out to be very helpful.

“Woah!” He exclaimed as she almost fell forward, his grip of her tightening and keeping her on her feet. “You okay?”

“I just got punched in the face with a hand that’s literally made out of metal. Pardon me if I’m a little dizzy.” She chuckled, her voice strained from the pain radiating up her jaw and numbing the area around it. She turned to face Bucky, her hand carefully touching the swollen bump. “Does it look bad?”

Yeah.

“No.” He lied. “It looks alright.”

“Liar.” She could see straight through him, of course. She always could. “Oh man, and Tony’s birthday party is this weekend.”

“That’s five days away.” Bucky tried to remain hopeful.

She looked over at him, her eyes hooded and her eyebrows raised high, circulating the area where he had punched her. “By the sheer agony I’m in right now, I can tell this isn’t going to go away in five days.”

“I’m sorry…” He pleaded and she dropped her sarcastic attitude, feeling bad for the poor guy.

“I know you are. It’s okay. I’ve had worse. Remember when I got shot in the damn hand in Serbia? When I had to drive the car to the hospital with that hand, the gear lever nearly went through the bullet hole.”

He chuckled after seeing her smile at the brutal recall of a mission two years prior.

“Or when you went two weeks in pain because you thought your body was “healing slowly”, when in reality you had a completely broken arm?” He remembered and she nodded, quietly chuckling before suddenly closing her eyes, grabbing his hand. She pulled it towards her jaw and held it still over, leaning into it whilst still not looking.

Bucky watched in admiration as she dozed off for a few seconds in the comfort of his touch.

“Alright. I’m gonna call this a day. It’s getting late, I think. You must have punched my sense of time out of me.” She smiled and broke loose from him, heading for the gym door slowly.

“Maybe sleeping isn’t that good of an idea? You could have a concussion!” He warned, worried about her health truthfully.

“Don’t think so highly of yourself.” She joked, making it seem as if giving her a concussion had been something Bucky had strived for. He wanted to oblige and take her to Bruce, or anyone else that might be awake at two in the morning and have the skill to properly help her. “So goodnight, or good morning, or whatever.”

The door slammed shut behind her, leaving Bucky alone in the gym, feeling more guilty than ever.

He was sat at the kitchen table, eating the scrambled eggs which surprisingly enough, Vision had cooked. Steve sat across Bucky, Peter beside Steve, and Tony and Natasha on both short ends when Y/N came sulking down.

“Good morning- Jesus Christ.” Steve gasped as he got a look of her. “What happened to your face?”

The entire left side of her jaw was covered in a rich, purple bruise. As she smiled, she clearly did so more on the right side than the other. “Why don’t you ask Mr. I-Have-A-Metal-Arm?” She said, pointing to a Bucky.

“I’m so sorry.” Bucky repeated and she tried to smile wider but winced, letting it fall back.

“I know, Buck. Heard you the first, hundred, times.” She attempted to reassure him although it had little effect. “You better buy me something amazing to cover this up tho.”

“I don’t think anything can cover that up. That’s brutal.” Natasha said, her nose scrunching up in slight disgust at the vicious color of Y/N’s jaw.

“Thanks.” Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes, and taking a seat by the table. Vision left the stove and came to her aid with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. “And an honest thank you to you, Vis.”

“You want some ice for that?” Tony tried to help as Y/N grabbed the chilled glass of orange juice in front of her and held it against her jaw. She shook her head subtly and shut her tired eyes, propping her elbows on the table and leaning her head against her free hand.

“I’m good.” She said and pulled herself together, opening her eyes widely to wake up and taking a sip of the orange juice already by her mouth. “I’ll avoid training sessions with Bucky for awhile though.”

“I’m s-”

“Cut it. I’m alive, aren’t I? Still breathing. Heart’s still pumping.” She said and shoved a fork full of bacon in her mouth. The breakfast carried on, following up with an overly large glass of chocolate milk on Y/N’s part. They all chatted, bickering as usual, before everyone retreated to their own corner of the Tower  to continue their days separately.

As Y/N made it to her room, there were two knocks on the door. She didn’t have to guess who it was. She knew it was Bucky and she knew he would try to apologize once more.

She pulled the door open and barely had time to confirm it was him before a pair of soft lips crashed upon hers. She staggered backwards and Bucky broke loose, eyes blown wide. “Let me take you out to dinner, as an apology for punching you.”

“And you had to kiss me to ask me out!?” She questioned, out of breath. Bucky shrugged.“

“No, I just wanted to.” He said like it was the most normal thing in the world to walk around kissing.

“Well damn…” She closed the space again and savored another kiss, sighing in relief. She tried to not cause herself too much pain, letting him do most of the moving.

“I’m-”

“Don’t you dare say that word one more time or I swear to god I’ll punch your jaw.” She threatened and he chuckled, lips hovering in front of hers.

“It wouldn’t leave as much as a scratch.” His lips curled around hers, tasting the sweetness lingering to them.

“You’re so cocky, you know that? It’s tiring.”