#oc: Reed Crowe

[ufolliegy]

Crowe & Pidge 🐦‍⬛🐦

[shroomline]

OC Kiss Week Day 1: Desperate (Crow x Reed W)

The bar smelled like cheap whiskey and bad decisions — exactly the kind of place Reed Winchester shouldn't be and exactly where Crow felt most at home

He watched her from his perch at the counter, noting the way she carried herself — hunter. The way she scanned the room, cataloging exits and threats.

She caught him staring and didn't look away.

"Studying the competition?" Her voice carried a rugged edge as she boldly claimed the seat beside him, close enough that he caught notes of gunpowder beneath her perfume.

"Studying you," he admitted, lifting his glass in a mock toast. "Professional curiosity."

"There's nothing professional about the way you're looking at me." Her fingers drummed against the bar.

Crow's smile turned sharp. "Now that's just hurtful. I'm always professional." His eyes tracked the way her throat moved as she took a drink. "Even when I'm not."

"You're full of shit," she said, but there was tension beneath the accusation. Her eyes dropped to his hands, steady even three drinks in. "What's your game?"

"Tonight?" He shifted closer, testing boundaries. She didn't pull back. "No game. Just…" his finger traced the rim of his glass, "curiosity."

The tension crackled between them like a live wire. He could feel her pulse from here — slightly elevated, fight or flight response engaged. But she wasn't running.

"Curiosity killed the cat," she warned, but her body angled toward his, betraying interest her words denied.

"Good thing I'm more of a crow." His hand found her knee under the bar, his clinical touch turned possessive as her breath caught. "Besides—" he leaned closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin, "—satisfaction brought it back."

Her kiss hit like a bullet — precise, devastating, unavoidable. He tasted blood where her teeth caught his lip, felt her fingers twist in his hair hard enough to hurt. Perfect. His hands mapped her body, cataloging every reaction, every sharp intake of breath.

She pulled back just enough to growl, "Your place or mine?"

Crow's laugh held no humor. "Bold of you to assume I'm taking you anywhere." His hands slid higher, calculating risks versus rewards. "When right here works just fine."

Her eyes darkened as she looked around at the other patrons minding their business, smiling wide, "You're insane."

"Probably," he agreed, already dragging her back in. "Going to arrest me for it?"

Instead of answering, she kissed him again — harder this time, desperate enough to bleed dry. He felt her smile against his mouth as his control started to slip.

Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, guiding his hand to her throat in a rush, "Choke me," she breathed against his lips.

He found his fingers grip tightly around her throat, and he could feel her arousal spike instantly.

"Your place works."

Reed W belongs to @eldritchlibertine Crow belongs to me

[the-fiction-witch]

Poor Thing

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Jojen sat beside the campfire with his blanket across his lap, everyone else had long since fallen asleep for the night but jojen stayed up watching the flames and listening to the sounds of the woods around him,

"You’re still up?" Lyanna Stark asked as she sat down beside him,

“I'm just...thinking,” Jojen replied softly, his eyes fixed on the flames dancing in the fire pit. “I had another dream last night.” His gaze drifted towards Lyanna, his expression serious. “A raven came to me, and it spoke of a great darkness spreading across the land.”

she smiled sadly "you poor thing, I can imagine you don't sleep much ..."

“It's not so bad,” Jojen said quietly, his brow furrowed in thought. “The dreams help me understand what's coming.” He glanced at Lyanna, his eyes deepening with concern. “But sometimes they're hard to decipher, and that makes it harder to rest.”

she nodded "I cannot imagine how hard it is for you ... I can guess you likely don't want to sleep unsure the horrors you may be seeing,"

“That's exactly it,” Jojen's voice dropped to a whisper, his eyes clouding over with a mix of fear and resignation. “When I sleep, the Three-Eyed Crow comes to me, and it shows me... terrible things.” He hesitated, collecting his thoughts before continuing. “Battles fought and lost, cities burning, people dying…” Jojen's gaze drifted back to the fire, his face etched with a sense of foreboding. “It's always something dark and ominous, Lyanna. And it leaves me feeling... trapped.”

"if you like... Your always welcome to sleep next to me? Maybe I could help, if you start to have bad dreams I could cuddle you until you feel better?" she gently smiled,

A faint smile played on Jojen's lips as he looked at Lyanna, his eyes softening with gratitude.

That would mean a lot to me,

He reached out and gently took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers in a gentle grasp. “Sometimes, just having someone there helps calm my mind.” Jojen's gaze held Lyanna's, his expression sincere. “Thank you for offering,” He squeezed her hand lightly before releasing it,

she smiled and softly kissed his cheek

Jojen's cheeks flushed slightly as he felt Lyanna's warm breath on his skin, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he turned his head, his eyes meeting Lyanna's in a gentle gaze. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the only sound the crackling of the fire between them. Then, without thinking, Jojen leaned forward, his lips brushing against Lyanna's in a soft, sweet kiss.

Lyanna kissed him back happily moving closer until they where snuggled up beside the fire together,

As they kissed, Jojen's hands slipped around Lyanna's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together, warm and intimate beside the fire. His tongue danced with hers, sending shivers down his spine as she nuzzled deeper into his chest. Their breathing grew heavier, synchronized as they wrapped themselves tighter around each other, the flames dancing across their faces in a golden glow.

Jojen's fingers trailed down Lyanna's back, tracing the curves of her spine as she arched against him, her moans muffled by his mouth.

In this moment, everything else faded away the darkness of the world beyond the firelight, the weight of his visions and prophecies leaving only the warmth and comfort of Lyanna's presence, and the thrill of discovery that came with exploring their love together.

she slowly pulls back from their kiss to catch her breath and lays her head on his chest "I worry jojen..."

Jojen's arms tightened around Lyanna, holding her close as he listened to the concern etched in her voice. He stroked her hair, his fingers weaving through the tangled locks as he whispered reassurances. “Don't worry, I'm strong enough,” His words were laced with conviction, though a hint of vulnerability crept into his tone. “I'll face whatever comes our way, together,”

she softly nodded and laid her head on his shoulder the two sharing the silence beside the fire, Until she smiled sweetly "In your visions... Do you ever see us?"

Jojen's eyes clouded, his gaze drifting inward as he searched the depths of his own mind. He hesitated, unsure of how to answer, before finally speaking in a hushed tone. “Yes... I've seen us together,” His fingers continued to stroke Lyanna's hair, the motion soothing as he recalled the fragmented images that danced in his mind. “In my dreams, I see us standing side by side, facing challenges and triumphs together.” A small smile played on his lips as he remembered the fleeting glimpses of their future. “You're always there, Lyanna strong, brave, and beautiful.”

"... Humm have you ever seen anything... You shouldn't?" She hinted in a sly whisper

Jojen's eyes snapped back to Lyanna's, a flicker of curiosity sparking within them. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper as he asked, “What do you mean?” His fingers stilled in Lyanna's hair, his entire body tensing with anticipation as he waited for her response.

A sly smile spread across Lyanna's face, and she glanced around the clearing, ensuring they were truly alone before leaning in closer still. “I mean...have you ever seen us together...in a different way?”

Jojen's pupils dilated, his breathing growing slightly labored as he considered Lyanna's words. He glanced around the clearing once more, ensuring they remained alone, before turning his attention back to her. His voice was low and husky, filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as he spoke. “The Three-Eyed Crow... showed me things,” He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. “Things that haven't happened yet.”

she chuckled "and has the three eyed raven ever let you see ... Me. Perhaps in the baths of winterfell?" She cooed nuzzling into his neck and sliding her hand down his chest,

Jojen's eyes widened, his heart racing as Lyanna's words dripped with seduction. He felt a surge of heat course through his veins, his skin prickling with gooseflesh as her breath caressed his ear. His fingers instinctively dropped to the hem of her tunic, slipping beneath the fabric to claim her hip, pulling her closer as he growled low in his throat. “The baths... yes…” His voice was barely audible, lost amidst the pounding of his heart, as he envisioned the steam-shrouded pools and the promise of intimacy that lingered within them.

she smirked up at him "Naughty boy," she cooed "using your sight to perv on pretty girls," she smirked her hand slipping under his trousers laces and gently cupping his half hard cock

Jojen's eyes flashed with desire, his hips jerking involuntarily as Lyanna's touch ignited a spar of wildfire within him. He gasped, his breath catching in his throat as her fingers wrapped around his erection, sending shivers coursing through every nerve ending in his body. “Oh...Lyanna…” he whispered, his voice trembling with need as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through him. His hands rose to frame her face, his thumbs tracing the curve of her cheeks as he drew her closer, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both tender and urgent.

she happily kissed him back keeping her hand slowly and gentle as she stroked his cock

Jojen's head spun, his senses overwhelmed by the dual assault of Lyanna's kisses and her gentle strokes. He moaned, his hips bucking upward in time with her movements as he lost himself in the sensation. “More... please…”

she smirked deepening their kiss letting his tounge battle with hers as she unlaced his trousers pulling out his cock "humm such a big boy" she cooed before she began to jerk him off

Jojen's world narrowed to the sensation of Lyanna's mouth on his, her tongue tangling with his in a fierce dance. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward as she released him from her grasp, his cock springing free from its confinement, “Ah...god…” he whispered, his eyes rolling back in his head as she began to stroke him, her grip firm and confident. Her words, a husky purr of approval, sent shivers down his spine, and he felt himself climbing higher and higher, the pressure building, “Lyanna…” His vision began to blur, colors bleeding together as he teetered on the edge of release. But then, something shifted inside him a sudden jolt of awareness, a sense of connection to the world beyond the confines of their passion. He opened his eyes, focusing intently on Lyanna's face, her features blurred by the haze of desire. “Wait…” he whispered urgently, his hand reaching out to still her motions.

“What is it?”

"not here..." He whispered to pulling himself up and concealing himself so Lyanna happily took his hand and the two ran off into the woods to find somewhere more private

They fled into the trees, leaves crunching beneath their feet as they vanished from view. The sounds of the castle grew fainter, replaced by the rustle of branches and the distant call of a bird. Jojen's heart pounded in his chest, excitement and fear entwining like the vines that crawled up ancient stone walls. As they walked, Lyanna's hand remained clasped in his, her grip warm and reassuring. They moved deeper into the forest, the canopy overhead growing denser, filtering the sunlight into dappled shadows. A clearing emerged ahead, a small pool glinting like polished silver in the center. Water lilies floated on its surface, petals unfolding like tiny white stars. The air was heavy with the scent of blooming flowers and damp earth.

she smirked and pulled him Into a heavy kiss,

Their mouths clashed, tongues tangling in a frenzy of desire. Jojen's hands roamed her body, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as she struggled to shed his clothes. Her nails scraped against his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He stumbled backward, tripping over roots hidden beneath the underbrush.

Lyanna laughed, her voice husky and seductive, as she pinned him to the ground. Her lips left his, trailing kisses down his neck and across his chest.

Jojen's head fell back, exposing his throat to her ministrations. His eyes rolled closed, surrendering to the onslaught of sensation.

she kissed down his exposed chest and pulled out his cock once more "humm has a girl ever done this to you before jojen?" She cooed stroking his cock and kissing his tip

A shiver coursed through his body, his muscles tensing as she wrapped her lips around the base of his cock. Her tongue danced across the sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as she began to suckle. “No...no one…” he stammered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart, His eyes snapped open, locking onto hers as she gazed up at him with a mischievous grin. She hummed, the vibration resonating deep within him, as she continued to tease and torment him with her lips and tongue.

she made sure to be slow and gentle with him wrapping her lips around him and sucking

His eyes fluttered closed, his head falling back in ecstasy as she enveloped him in her warm, wet mouth. The sensation was almost too much to bear, her gentle suction teasing out every last drop of pleasure from his body. “Oh... god…” he whispered, his voice trembling with need, as she continued to worship him with her lips and tongue.

Her hands cradled the base of his cock, holding him steady as she worked her magic.

He felt himself growing harder, his senses narrowing to a single point of pure bliss.

she felt he was getting close so she pulled back and unlaced her dress tossing it to the grass to reveal her naked body, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, her nipples hard and inviting. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, glowing in the dappled light of the forest.

Jojen's gaze roved over her, drinking in the sight of her naked form. His eyes lingered on the curve of her hips, the slope of her shoulders, and the delicate folds of her pussy. He reached out a trembling hand, his fingers brushing against the soft flesh between her legs.

She giggled and spread her legs for him, revealing the tender flesh within.

“Please…” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper, as he sought permission to claim what was offered.

"Gentle sweet boy" she cooed guiding his fingers inside her

His fingers sank into her warmth, the feeling of her slick flesh surrounding him sending a jolt of electricity through his entire body. He gasped, his eyes snapping open as he gazed up at her face, drinking in the sight of her rapturous expression. “Yes...yes…” he breathed, his voice trembling with excitement, as he explored the depths of her pussy.

Her hips lifted, pressing herself against his probing fingers, urging him deeper into her core.

As he delved deeper, his fingers dancing across her sensitive tissues, she began to move against him, her hips undulating in a slow, sensual rhythm. His eyes locked onto hers, drinking in the sight of her pleasure, as he stroked her inner walls with increasing confidence.

“More... please…” she moaned softly and took his hair in her hand guiding his lips to her clit "suck... Gently"

His lips closed around her swollen nub, his tongue darting out to taste the salty sweetness of her desire. He sucked gently, his mouth working in tandem with her movements as she rode his face “Mmm... oh god…” As he licked and sucked her clit, she grew more insistent, her hips bucking against his face with increasing urgency. He held fast, his grip on her thighs tightening as he devoured her, his own desire spiking in response to her passion.

Suddenly, she froze, her body tensing as a shuddering orgasm washed over her. She cried out, her voice echoing through the forest, as Jojen's tongue danced across her sensitive flesh, prolonging her pleasure. Breathless and spent, she collapsed against him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she buried her face in his shoulder. "fuck... Your too good at that" she teased "aww my poor baby" she cooed stroking his still throbbing cock "humm how do you want to do it? Have me on my back? Have me ontop of you?" She suggested

He groaned, his cock twitching in her gentle touch, as he considered her options. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and husky with desire. “On top of me... I want to feel you ride me…”

"humm I figured you would" she smirked happily getting him settled against the tree before she moved to his lap softly rubbing herself against him "you ready?"

He nodded, his eyes fixed on hers as she positioned herself above him. With a subtle shift of her weight, she slid down onto his waiting cock, her warm flesh enveloping him in a snug, velvety grasp. “Ah…” he breathed, his head falling back against the tree trunk as she began to rise and fall, her hips moving in a slow, seductive dance, “Yes...just like that…”

Her movements quickened, her breathing growing more ragged as she picked up speed. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as she rode him with abandon. As they moved together, the sounds of the forest seemed to fade away, leaving only the pounding of their hearts and the soft rustle of leaves beneath them.

His fingers dug deeper into her skin, his nails scraping against her tender flesh as he struggled to hold on to control. Suddenly, he felt pressure building inside him that threatened to burst free at any moment. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, but it was no use. With a cry of release, he came hard, his seed shooting deep into her as she continued to move above him. For a moment, they hung there, frozen in time, as the world around them melted away.

she softly Giggled "guess now you'll have to marry me. If I get pregnant with a little reed. Our father's will be thrilled" she chuckled

A slow smile spread across his face as he wrapped his arms tighter around her, pulling her close. “I suppose I have no choice,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “But I'm glad cause I wouldn’t wanna marry anyone else,” he cooed pulling her into a kiss, 

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Pandora Hearts:

Xerxes Break

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Vanitas no Carte:

Noé Archiviste

Vanitas

D. Grey Man:

Allen Walker

Lavi Bookman

Marian Cross

Tikki Mikk

The Ancient Magus Bride:

Elias Answorth

Ruth

The Millionaire Detective: BALANCE UNLIMITED:

Haru Kato

Moriarty the Patriot:

William James Moriarty

Sherlock Holmes

Angels of Death:

Zack

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Nicholas D. Wolfwood ( both )

Millions Knives

Meryl Stryfe

One Piece:

Sanji Vinsmoke

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Dabi

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Nobara Kugisaki

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Yeah I haven't finished this one so BE KIIIIIIND

K Project

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Izaya Orihara

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Sigma

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Dan Heng

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Veritas Ratio

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[aviel-the-trans-bucket]

24, 26, and 27 for Alex!! I'm not sated, I need more knowledge about your OC 😈

24: can he play any instruments

Oooo 24 is fun because Alex is a very musical guy. He started out playing the violin and while he enjoyed it it wasn’t the best fit.

His true love is his emerald green Paul reed smith electric guitar that he named Jolene. It was the first guitar he bought with his own money, he got it from a pawn shop when he was 17

He also has experience with piano and acoustic guitar, and a small amount of experience with bass and drums as well as harp. He’s also a rather talented vocalist

Music was a huge thing of importance to him, it was his outlet as an extremely fucked up and angsty teen that carried over into adulthood as a genuine passion and love for the community and art form. I like to think he co-owns a small punk venue with some old coworkers of his that were the ones that got him into music

26: flowers

Spider lily is one for sure, maybe blue stargazer. Also maybe peony in burgundy.

27: associated animal

So way back when Alex used to have an association with wolves and he still does to a minor degree. Tho these days he’s all in on association with crows. Move over nocturnal because this boy loves his crow.

He has a crow familiar named Constance that he absolutely adores.

Also just birds in general his oldest pet and companion is a pheonix, he loves all corvids and has a fondness for everything from hummingbird to vulture

[postingjustwhatever]

More ArtFight attacks, at this point I've given up trying to draw nice pictures of people's ocs and am now mostly drawing them as memes

My ArtFight is FLEVERIAN

From the top is ★sora who belongs to @dreammikou Bird who belongs to @rikaanime Cricket who belongs to @biggayopossum plasma ☆  who belongs to @yanoharuhito Jexine Astrophel  who belongs to Alex_FishLad Nocturn  who belongs to moofrog Aiya  who belongs to Syndrops Crow  who belongs to @rouxbix-cube ✿ Pipo who belongs to @asterapt0r Jujak who belongs to StarPunch Zil who belongs to kcthedreamerr | :D Lensi who belongs to jamdoarts Rune who belongs to @brainrotgoblin ⚚ Marin who belongs to kerpluvis ✩ KELLY KRUKOWSKI who belongs to @SUNN_IYY ඞ Reed Dinnal  who belongs to @jaedoesart

[eiimiegames]

just saw the 1st warriors game post and i cant believe it generated the name "lightfall" thats SO gorgeous??? "palepuddle"???? anyway im cvurious abt what names like prefixes n suffixes ur using!!

My favourite name that got randomly generated is Bluebranch ☺️ so pretty that I might have to steal it to make an oc with! To answer your question, currently, Warriors: Generations uses a traditional naming system*. The player will be able to name cats or rename them, but the game will also randomly generate a name for some. When that happens, their prefix will be selected depending on the cat's appearance, and their suffix will be randomly selected. The github repository (raw code) of the game is linked on that post, so if you'd like, you can go poking around to see what names I'm using yourself! But here's a list of every prefix and suffix currently available in the game. Suffixes are limited (the classic traditional naming system usually has a very limited amount), so at some point I would like to add in some more, but it's not really a huge priority at the moment.

*Traditional naming system, for those who may not be aware, is a method of naming warriors that aims to follow more in line to the first arc books. If you'd like to learn more, I would highly recommend reading ailuronymy's blog.

Prefixes

Black Prefixes

Ant, Bat, Beetle, Black, Coot, Cormorant, Crow, Dark, Dipper, Fly, Ivy, Mole, Night, Privet, Rat, Raven, Rook, Sledge, Shade, Shadow, Sheep, Sloe, Slug, Soot, Spider, Starling, Swift

Blue Prefixes

Ash, Aspen, Aster, Birch, Bleak, Blizzard, Blue, Bream, Burdock, Cinder, Cuckoo, Comfrey, Crane, Dace, Dark, Dove, Evening, Falcon, Fir, Fly, Fog, Gadwall, Goose, Grey, Hail, Ivy, Juniper, Lavender, Minnow, Mint, Pigeon, Pine, Rain, Roach, Storm, Sycamore, Teasel, Thistle, Thrift, Thrush, Thyme, Vervain, Willow, Wisteria

Brown Prefixes

Acorn, Adder, Alder, Ant, Argus, Barley, Bat, Beech, Beetle, Bittern, Boulder, Bramble, Brambling, Briar, Brown, Buzzard, Carp, Cedar, Chub, Curlew, Cypress, Dark, Deer, Dipper, Duck, Dunnock, Dusk, Dust, Eagle, Eel, Elder, Elm, Fallow, Fawn, Frog, Goose, Grouse, Gudgeon, Hare, Harrier, Hazel, Honey, Ivy, Jay, Kestrel, Lamprey, Larch, Lark, Limpet, Linnet, Lizard, Loach, Marten, Mink, Minnow, Mosquito, Moth, Mouse, Mud, Muntjac, Nightingale, Oak, Oat, Otter, Owl, Partridge, Pebble, Pheasant, Pipit, Pike, Quail, Rabbit, Rail, Rat, Reed, Robin, Rock, Rudd, Rush, Rye, Sedge, Shell, Shrew, Snail, Snake, Sparrow, Spider, Stone, Swift, Tawny, Teasel, Tiger, Thrush, Toad, Trout, Twite, Vole, Weasel, Weevil, Whimbrel, Whinchat, Wren, Yew

Red Prefixes

Ant, Apple, Asphodel, Burnet, Campion, Chanterelle, Cherry, Cypress, Daisy, Dawn, Fire, Fox, Fritillary, Ginger, Heather, Holly, Honey, Hornet, Lion, Maple, Marigold, Morning, Pear, Plum, Poppy, Red, Rose, Rowan, Russet, Skipper, Stoat, Tawny, Thrift, Tiger, Valerian, Wasp, Wisteria, Yarrow

Golden Prefixes

Acorn, Apple, Asphodel, Bee, Carp, Chanterelle, Clover, Daffodil, Daisy, Dawn, Fennel, Fritillary, Golden, Gorse, Honey, Hornet, Laburnum, Larch, Leopard, Lightning, Lion, Maple, Marigold, Morning, Oat, Reed, Rush, Rye, Sand, Tansy, Wax, Wasp, Yellow

Bi (Two-Colored) Prefixes

Avocet, Badger, Bright, Chub, Cuckoo, Diver, Duck, Dunlin, Godwit, Gull, Heron, Knot, Lamprey, Lichen, Loon, Magpie, Martin, Mottle, Nerite, Pansy, Patch, Plover, Shrike, Swift, Tern

Tri (Three-Colored) Prefixes

Brambling, Cherry, Comma, Ember, Fritillary, Gannet, Kestrel, Leech, Leopard, Lichen, Lizard, Maple, Morning, Newt, Pansy, Pochard, Robin, Shell, Skipper, Sorrel, Sycamore, Toad, Trout, Wigeon

Pattern Prefixes

Adder, Aspen, Ash, Avocet, Badger, Bee, Birch, Bittern, Blizzard, Bramble, Briar, Bright, Brindle, Buzzard, Cedar, Cuckoo, Curlew, Dapple, Diver, Duck, Dunnock, Elder, Falcon, Fleck, Fly, Frog, Fritillary, Gull, Heron, Ivy, Jay, Juniper, Kestrel, Kite, Knot, Leech, Leopard, Lichen, Loach, Loon, Magpie, Moth, Mottle, Nerite, Newt, Owl, Patch, Pheasant, Pike, Pipit, Plover, Quail, Robin, Salamon, Sheep, Shrike, Sleet, Slug, Smoke, Snail, Snake, Sparrow, Speckle, Spider, Spotted, Swallow, Tern, Teasel, Tiger, Toad, Trout, Twite, Wasp, Whimbrel, Whinchat, Wren

White Prefixes

Blizzard, Campion, Chervil, Cloud, Clover, Comfrey, Dandelion, Daisy, Egret, Frost, Garlic, Hemlock, Holly, Laurel, Light, Lightning, Lily, Mallow, Mistletoe, Pale, Pear, Plum, Privet, Shell, Sheep, Sloe, Snow/Ice, Swan, Valerian, White, Wisteria, Yarrow

Suffixes

All Suffixes berry, blaze, blossom, breeze, burr, claw, cloud, dapple, dash, dawn, dust, ear, eye, face, fall, fang, feather, fern, fire, flame, flower, foot, frost, fur, gaze, heart, jaw, mist, leaf, leap, leg, light, nose, pelt, petal, poppy, pounce, puddle, shine, song, splash, spring, step, storm, stream, strike, stripe, snow, spirit, speckle, tail, talon, thistle, toe, tooth, tuft, watcher, water, whisker, whisper, willow, wind, wing, wish

I hope this answered your question! ❤️

[almostzoolgica]

Ok, I might have deleted everything else on this blog, but I can't quite let go of my crow lady, because you know what? I might be cringe, but at least now I am free. My Ghosts OC Alizé as drawn by @fun-tasma. She haunts Button house with a flock of crows that ate her dead body. She’s a mess but is trying her best, really, really, trying her best….

She fell out of a tree while doing fieldwork in 2019, it was a hell of a bonk. While she did die on the Button House property, she's technically attached to a pocketknife with a mammoth ivory handle. Most of her life was spent studying arctic birds (which she will talk about constantly if you let her) and she found the mammoth tusk fragment her knife is made of while working! Because of her bonk, she doesn’t have the best memory, she’s working on it though, and it’s getting better. Having a permanent concussion isn’t exactly fun and she often *does* need to sleep 15 hours a day, meaning she misses the shenanigans of the other ghosts from time to time, and tends to be absent when they need her knowledge most. In her own AU, her best friend is a US civil war union calvary soldier who got run trough by a sword and died with weapons grade morphine in his system (they are forgetting stuff buddies now). She also has a girlfriend now as a ghost- she’s a 1950s housewife and Alizé would die (again) for her. Other ghosts include an 80’s soviet radio host, a 1920’s mobster and a 90’s skater boy. If she was in with the cannon BBC ghosts crew, she would be best friends with Robin due to a mutual interest in mammoths and bears (Alizé has had some run-ins with polar bears). She would hate Julian but suggest some absolutely FILTHY jokes… you know…out of hate… She doesn’t like the military, but since The Captain is also a bird fan, they might eventually become friends. She doesn't have the heart to tell him that there are a bunch of species of reed warbler, or that the 'twite' he saw in the garden actually just a redpoll- but she might come around.

[self-conscious-author]

Share 10 facts about an OC

We’ll do another new baby. Cerasella Trocar ♥️

1. They’re vampires, from Romania.

2. Her name means ‘cherry’. Which is what her dad calls her.

3. Despite the seven year age difference, she and her brother Stefan have never not gotten along. He was her first friend, and was never upset whenever she asked to spend time with him and his friends.

4. Her wand is cedar, with a phoenix feather core, eleven inches long.

5. When she gets really irritated or excited she switches to Romanian. Sometimes unknowingly.

6. I’ve kind of mixed the vampires from Harry Potter with the ones from The Vampire Diaries, in the fact that they wear daylight rings. But they’re expensive, so more lower class vampires really don’t have the means to acquire them. Like werewolves with wolfsbane.

7. I’m going back and forth between a black and white cat and a crow for her patronus.

8. The hat debated putting her in Slytherin, which is where her brother and mother were sorted. Her father was a Ravenclaw.

9. Her favorite color is pink.

10. Her faceclaim is Crystal Reed.

[nothinggathers]

I think what gets me is that Gavin is meant to be disliked. He is a bad, power abusing cop, who threatens and intimidates androids, and doesn't bother to try and investigate crimes involving them. He spends his time being needlessly physically aggressive towards Connor, including shoulder checking him at a crime scene just for existing, and wants to hit an uncooperative suspect that is also an android.

All of his behaviour is the exact behaviour shown by bad cops towards minorities. That's the point. In a game that can be rightfully criticised for its overly sympathetic depictions of cops as problematic good guys, you have Gavin who is the token Bad Cop.

That behaviour isn't meant to be excusable. That behaviour is an actual problem minorities have when interacting with police. In The Racism Simulator 2018, this was the one example of an oppression real people actually endure that wasn't overblown and offensive to depict happening to androids too.

Oh, but he's just scared androids are going to take his job!

Yeah, assholes have been saying this about POC since the emancipation proclamation.

And in this game, androids are a POC expy.

You can like Gavin. You can redeem him in your fic. You can put him through the same character arc as Hank went through, where closer contact with androids means he sees that the enemy isn't, and never was, androids, but the people selling them.

But you cannot claim his behaviour in canon is justified and make excuses for it. No, not even with the argument that he doesn't see androids as people. If they're just fancy office equipment then he shouldn't want to "rough up" Ortiz's android, he should be handing it to forensics. He shouldn't be punching Connor in the break room, or scoffing and then walking off if Connor does what he wants. He shouldn't shoulder check Connor at a crime scene. He shouldn't get suspicious of how Connor is acting, wait a few minutes and then return to the evidence locker to try and shoot him while crowing about how he's been dreaming about this since the first moment he saw him... That's power playing and belittlement, and small dick syndrome. That's what you do when you really really want to get one over on this android. That's not how you treat the printer, or the coffee machine, or a computer in the workplace. That's personal. It's how you bully someone.

If you want to hit your own computer despite being told it doesn't feel pain, go ahead, I'm not going to stop you, but if you don't recognise that Gavin has been deliberately written to be a terrible, abusive cop, and a workplace bully, well....

If you like the villain, go ahead and like the villain. It's fine. We've all had a villain or two we found compelling. But stop making excuses for the villain behaviour and see how he can come back from it.

Because what Gavin Reed definitely isn't is an uwu misunderstood baby boy that's a sweetie deep down really but he's just so scared of the big threatening androids. He can like cats and still be an asshole. You can give him depth, and give him redemption, and put the work into him that canon didn't, hell knows we all have to do that with DBH characters. But he should still be recognisably Gavin as your starting point, and if you make excuses for his behaviour in canon and try to justify the way he acts outside of his own biased lens, and don't have other characters recognising his flaws and responding to him appropriately, if you don't put the time in to develop him away from those behaviours and he's just suddenly not an asshole now and was never really an asshole all along...

That's not Gavin. That's your DBH OC in a Neil Newbon mask.

Like, crack on and enjoy but stop pretending that's actually Gavin.

I've seen a couple of people justifying Gavin's actions in the game, but don't forget that Gavin is truly a racist person (considering that Detroit, specifically the androids, are an allegory for racism and minorities subjected to oppression and discrimination ).

Everyone is free to have headcanon with characters from the game (I even have my headcanon of Gavin and Connor making peace) but that doesn't justify Gavin's actions much less make him a good person. He was and is a terrible person in the game (look at it from whatever angle you prefer). If Gavin had had any redemption arc (like many characters in the game), it would have been different. But it is not.

[egosweetheart]

Here are some concept pieces for a visual novel I want to make! it focuses around Vivian as he tries to work through the trauma his adopted mother left him with, while helping Clovis cure a curse he gained under mysterious and seemingly related circumstances. Clovis’s past becomes a big part of the story, and through it you get to learn more about Kasimir, his ex, and Sabrina, Vivians mother. It’s kind of my pet project at the moment ovo

[crxwes]

fi put me in the mood to draw him :-)

[foragergnome]

𝘾𝙍𝙊𝙒

" 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬. " - 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

"I fucking hate you."

The words hung thickly between them, thick enough to cut through. They were filled with a bitterness, a bitterness that was all too familiar to the thin, scrawny boy who stared back. Eyes narrowed, seething.

"I can only imagine," the teen responded, sarcastically.

They stood in the forest, roots entangling around them, big enough to get lost in. Spider limbs stretched out over them and created a canopy of brown and orange leaves; bright in the sun, but somehow old and dark, rustic in a way.

The smaller one, a female, curled her hands into fists.

"Don't give me attitude!" She snapped, "Look what you did!"

She pointed to the crow that lay limp in front of them.

The male stared at the crow. His shoulders tensed, but his face remained emotionless. Black holes that reflected nothing. Nothing but an empty void.

"And?" he mumbled, "What about it, Farah?"

"What do you mean, you psychopath?" Farah exclaimed, agitated and quite panicked. She turned to him, so fast that her blonde curls bounced as she did so. "He's dead. 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯."

The boy stared at her, and finally a small, nervous frown appeared on his pale face. The forest seemed colder.

"He'll come back. He always does."

"It's not that simple, Reed. You can't just go around killing things and-- and expect everything to be okay!" Farah spat back.

There was a long, uncomfortable pause, and Farah turned away, shaking, letting out a frustrated sigh. Reed kept his eyes on her for a moment, and then turned to the bird. He bent down and cupped his hands around it.

He lifted the crow and looked up to the shadowy forests in front of them. They seemed to stretch onwards, forver, bigger and darker than ever, nothing but void looking back at them. It beckoned them in as a creepy man would in an old, burnt shed.

Reed turned to Farah.

"I can fix this," he said, and the blonde turned to him, eyes wide in disbelief.

"You?" She scoffed, "How? Everything's gone, Reed-- the whole country is an overgrown forest, we're lost and alone, and Crow here was supposed to help us until you fucking KILLED him!"

Reed flinched at her anger, but remained unfazed.

"I can fix this," he repeated, and stepped to his friend. He removed a hand from the crow and placed it on her cheek, eyes serious. "Trust me." The last part was quiet.

Farah was hesitant as she stared back. Until she softened.

"Okay. I trust you."

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

Nightstorm’s Trials And Tribulations:

Putting Under A Read More, Hope Y’all Enjoy!(Reblogs And Opinions/Advice Appreciated!) Tag List(Feel Free To Ask To Be Added Or Removed): @bccfggffbgv, @new-account-sam-christy-456

Chapter one “Riddles and Rhymes, truly troubled times~!”

Nightstorm stood still as a statue, observing the night streets of Gotham. It seemed quiet. Of course; the one time she decided to visit her family, the streets were practically dead silent. She was about to call it a night when she was jolted to attention by a clattering sound. Pulling out her grappling hook, she aimed and shot at a lightpost nearby the sound, investigating.

“Keep it down, wouldja?! We don’t need that Batfreak and his birdy accomplice to catch us!!” One thug hissed. Nightstorm narrowed her eyes.

“Sorry, it’s stacked weirdly…!” The other retaliated.

“Let’s just get moving, don’t wanna hold the boss up…!” The first chuffed.

“Right.” The second nodded. Now or never, Nightstorm. Nightstorm jumped from where she was situated, rolling out into the open.

“Going somewhere?” Nightstorm asked.

“Yeah, back to the hideout. Talon, take care of ‘em, I’ll get these out of the way.” The first ordered.

“Gotcha, Reed.” Talon acknowledged.

“Wow, name’s Talon? Where’d ya come from? Goons ‘r’ us?” Nightstorm taunted, grappling away to a high up area.

“Hey! Get back here!” Talon snapped.

“If you insist.” Nightstorm shrugged, grappling onto a lamppost and swinging around Talon, effectively tying him up and immobilizing him.

“Hey!!! Reed!! I need some backup here!!” Talon called.

Nightstorm grappled away onto a rooftop, waiting for Reed to return. “I’m on it, Talon.” Reed grunted. As Reed got into position, Nightstorm grappled onto the lamppost again, swinging to perform the same maneuver, but stopping dead in her tracks as her leg was grabbed, almost twisting to a painful degree.

“Hey! That wasn’t part of the plan!” Nightstorm objected, trying to pull her leg away.

“Nope, you ain’t gettin’ away to tell your batty little friend.” Reed grunted.

“She doesn’t need to.” A voice echoed. Nightstorm smiled slightly, feeling a small bubble of hope start to build up in her stomach.

“Batman!!” Reed gasped.

“Right as always, Reed.” Batman scowled. Nightstorm managed to pull her leg away while he was distracted, managing to finish the maneuver from earlier, landing on her left leg and almost crumpling over.

“I gotcha, bud!” Robin said, hurrying over to help her stand up.

“Thanks….Robin, right?” Nightstorm asked, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible.

“Yeah, are you okay?” Robin asked. Nightstorm winced as she set weight on her leg again.

“Yeah, just a little sore is all..!” Nightstorm reassured. Batman crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow despite it being invisible under the mask.

“Really? I’m sure if you were just ‘sore’, you wouldn’t have almost collapsed as you set weight on your leg.” Batman explained.

Nightstorm went to explain, but her sight was caught by a piece of paper left by some boxes where the lackeys used to be, but had long since escaped. Intrigued, Nightstorm hobbled over, picking up the piece of paper, reading the wording thoroughly.

“I can bring tears to your eyes and a smile to your face. I form in an instant and last for a lifetime, but I can be forgotten. What am I?” The piece of paper read.

“What’s it say?” Robin asked, reading over her shoulder.

“Memories.” Nightstorm said flatly.

“What?” Robin asked, confused.

“It’s a riddle. No doubt the Riddler’s behind the whole thing.” Batman explained.

“But what would he want a load worth of junk metal for?” Robin asked.

Nightstorm flipped the piece of paper over, finding more writing on the back. “I bring you comfort, a soft, smooth delight. I too keep you warm, on a cold winter’s night. What am I?”

“These riddles of his keep getting weirder and weirder…” Robin said, scratching his head.

“A blanket...But why a blanket…?” Nightstorm hummed.

“Let’s get back. It’s getting late.” Batman said.

“Right!” Robin nodded.

“Want some help with that leg?” Batman asked.

“Oh! Only if you really wanna help! I don’t wanna inconvenience anybody!” Nightstorm said.

“Right, come on, we can at least set it until you can get in to the doctor’s for a cast.” Batman said. Nightstorm got up, hobbling to follow, eventually getting help from Robin to walk.

(Later)

Nightstorm sat in the back of the batmobile, reading over the riddles over and over, trying to figure out why he picked those specific ones.

“Still reading those things? They’re probably just there to confuse you.” Robin said.

Nightstorm shook her head. “No, he always has reasoning for his riddles.”

“Right. But now that we’re out of danger, who are you? I’ve never seen you around here before.” Batman said.

“Oh, I uh...Came up to visit some family of mine.” Nightstorm explained.

“Where from?” Batman asked.

“New york, sir.” Nightstorm said.

“New york?!” Robin gasped.

“Yeah, it’s uh…….Extremely distant family.” Nightstorm said, chuckling awkwardly.

“New York is like...a day’s FLIGHT away!” Robin gawked.

“Yeah, but I haven’t seen this family in ages, so uh, I’m paying them a surprise visit…!” Nightstorm said.

The batmobile stopped in the batcave and Robin helped Nightstorm to somewhere that they could make a temporary brace for her leg.

“Thanks again for the help, guys…!” Nightstorm thanked.

“No problem. Us crime fighters need to stick together and help one another.” Batman nodded.

“Will you be alright from here?” Robin asked.

Nightstorm nodded, pulling out her phone. “Yeah, I can call my sis-er, brother to come pick me up when I get somewhere they can pick me up!” Nightstorm smiled slightly.

“Gotcha.” Batman nodded. Nightstorm got up, walking outside to somewhere safe and calling her brother up to come pick her up.

“Yello? Yeah, Hunter? This is Gianna, couldja come pick me up?” Gianna said. “Yeah, I’m here, I’m-I’m visiting ya guys, bud! I’m at the corner of wesley and yellowstone!” Gianna said. “Fifteen? Great! See ya then!” Nightstorm said. “Love ya too, bro! Bye!” Gianna said, hanging up.

Gianna went into a nearby phone booth, changing into a hoodie and sweatpants, waiting by a bus stop for her brother to come by.

A purple car soon arrived, Hunter speeding out and hugging Gianna tightly. “Sis, ya didn’t have to come all the way out here!” Hunter smiled.

“Oh, come on bro! You’re worth the day’s length flight!” Gianna teasingly jabbed.

“I coulda come out to visit you!” Hunter said.

“Yeah, but that woulda ruined the surprise!” Gianna grinned.

“Let’s get home! Mae’s missed you a lot!” Hunter said, gesturing to his car.

“Oh gosh, I forgot about Mae!” Gianna laughed, following Hunter and sitting in the shotgun seat.

(Later)

“Right here!” Hunter said, parking in the driveway of a fairly big house.

“Whoa.” Gianna gasped.

“Come on! Mae’s gonna be stoked!” Hunter grinned.

Gianna got up, almost collapsing as she put her weight on her leg. Hunter hurried over to help her up.

“Dude, are you okay?” Hunter asked, concerned.

“ ‘M fine, bro, just a small sprain is all…!” Gianna said, smiling through the pain.

Hunter raised an eyebrow. “Let’s get inside.” Hunter said.

Hunter unlocked the door, hitting the light and setting Gianna down on the couch.

“So, sis, hit me; what happened?” Hunter asked, looking at Gianna’s leg.

“Nothing, just a simple trip!” Gianna lied. She couldn’t tell him what really happened. It could get him involved.

Mae hopped in, tugging on Hunter’s hoodie sleeve. “Bro! Bro! The news is on and-” Mae started.

“I’m a little busy, Mae.” Hunter said.

“There’s a new hero in town, bro!” Mae exclaimed. Gianna’s eyes shrank.

“What?! Show me!” Hunter said, following Mae to the T.V set not too far from the couch.

“*This evening, protectors of Gotham, Batman and Robin, were spotted fending off two goons by the docks with a new hero.*” The reporter said. “*The two went on to say that “We don’t know her personally, but we know that she could give us a helping hand if we ever get outnumbered while she’s here.”*” The reporter continued.

Gianna shifted nervously. “*When asked if they apprehended the criminals, they only stated that they did for a moment before they helped the new hero out, which is the time when the criminals managed to escape.*” It continued. Gianna felt guilt bubbling in her stomach.

“What’s her name?” Hunter asked skeptically.

“We’ll hear in a second, shush!” Mae hushed.

“*When asked about the new hero’s name, they responded with the following; fellow Gothamites, please welcome Nightstorm to the city.*” The reporter announced. Gianna gulped hard, hoping nobody heard.

“Nightstorm, huh?” Hunter hummed. “I like it. Mysterious, unknown, new, vague!” Hunter smirked.

Gianna sighed silently in relief. “Yeah, she’s pretty cool….!” Gianna smiled tiredly.

“Wait, Nightstorm injured her left leg…” Hunter hummed, looking back at Gianna.

Gianna started sweating nervously. Crap. “Poor gal!” Gianna said.

Hunter nodded. “Indeed...I hope they catch those criminals soon. Can’t have them running rampant, right?” Hunter asked. Gianna nodded.

“Right!” Gianna agreed.

“We can catch up tomorrow, you,” Hunter said booping Gianna’s nose. “Need to get some rest! You were on a plane for a day or two STRAIGHT! You deserve some sleep!” Hunter finished. Gianna nodded.

(The next day.)

Gianna woke up, getting up to take her concerta meds. “Morning, sis, sleep well?” Hunter greeted, trudging over to grab his mug for his morning cup of coffee.

“Yeah, you?” Gianna asked. Hunter yawned, shrugging his shoulders.

“What do ya have planned for the day?” Hunter asked, pouring himself a mug full of coffee.

“Well, I was planning on walking around the city, taking in the sights, just look around, I guess!” Gianna shrugged.

Hunter nodded. “Yeah, Mae’s out of school now, so she doesn’t have anything to do!” Hunter smiled.

Gianna hummed. “Why don’t you show me around?” Gianna asked.

“No.” Hunter said. “Not until we get,” Hunter started. “That leg of yours checked out.” Hunter finished, gesturing to Gianna’s leg.

Gianna slouched sadly, before sighing and nodding, deciding to bite the bullet now. “Fine…” Gianna sighed.

(Later)

“Well, miss Gianna, it seems to me like you twisted your leg doing something abnormal.” Doctor Pecan sighed. “What did you say your dayjob was?” He asked.

“Oh, uh, I work as a uh, gym instructor.” Gianna said, lying so that nobody questioned anything.

Doctor Pecan nodded. “Alright, well, might wanna call off your shifts until your leg gets better, or at least take it easy.” He explained.

“What?! Why?” Gianna asked.

“Because of the way your leg twisted,” He said, gesturing to the x-ray. “If it were to twist in such a way again, it could pop out the socket.” He finished. Gianna’s shoulders dropped.

“I can just take it easy, right? Not completely off?” Gianna asked worriedly.

“If you are absolutely 100% careful, yes, you may continue working.” He sighed, resigned.

“Okay, careful, got it..” Gianna nodded.

(Afterwards)

“You should probably rest up all day. The sooner that leg gets better, the sooner we can show you around!” Hunter smiled. Gianna nodded.

(A while later)

Gianna got up after Hunter and Mae left, going to grab the mail, finding a letter with question marks riddled over it. Gianna’s eyes shrank, hiding the letter as she put the rest of the mail on the dining room table, returning to the couch with the letter, cutting it open and reading the contents.

“Greetings and salutations, Nightstorm! I noticed you were new here, so I saw it fit that I send this letter to you as a means of welcome!” Gianna rolled her eyes at the overly formal introduction. “But also as a means of warning.” Gianna did a double take, continuing to read.

“By the question marks and other clues, you probably know that I am The Riddler(Pleasure to meet you, Nightstorm!), so you know my schtick by now; riddles!” Gianna read on.

“So here is my first riddle to you; ‘keep your family close, and your ______ closer.’. Apologies about not making an appearance last night, villainy is quite busy work, you know! Hopefully soon we get to meet in person! -The Riddler.” Gianna finished reading and folded the letter back up, putting it in her backpack. She thought the riddle over in her head.

“Keep your family close, and your what closer….?” Gianna muttered to herself.

“I’d assume he means ‘enemies’.” A voice said. Gianna nodded, doing a double take and spinning to look at the window. “Sorry, I would have knocked, but I wasn’t sure if you were the only one home.” Batman apologized.

“Oh, it’s fine!” Gianna forgave. “Why did you come here in the first place, anyways?” Gianna asked.

“I saw Riddler drop by, so I wanted to make sure everything was okay.” Batman explained.

“Oh! That’s nice of you!” Gianna beamed.

“I wanted to make sure there was no trouble.” Batman shrugged.

Gianna nodded. “How’s the leg?” Batman asked.

“Oh! It’s fine!” Gianna nodded.

“That’s good. Just a sprain?” Batman asked.

Gianna nodded. “Yeah, just a small sprain. Not supposed to move much.” Gianna huffed. “Thanks for asking, though…!” Gianna smiled slightly.

“No trouble, Nightstorm.” Batman said.

“Wait, how did you-” Gianna started.

“Your height and build is the same. Besides, you spraining your leg at the same time as Nightstorm? Too scary of a coincidence.” Batman explained.

“Well, I can trust you to not tell anyone, yeah?” Gianna asked. Batman nodded.

“I know how important it is to keep your identity secret.” Batman nodded.

“Thanks…” Gianna smiled slightly.

Batman nodded. “Just be careful. The Riddler can be dangerous if he chooses.” Batman warned.

“Right, thanks.” Gianna acknowledged. Batman nodded.

Gianna hummed, reading over the letter again. “What do you think, Bats?” Gianna asked. No response. “Bats?” Gianna asked again, turning around to find he had left. “Huh….Guess I’m on my own.” Gianna said, shrugging. Gianna got up, hobbling to her backpack, considering her options. She eventually came to a conclusion, pulling out her Nightstorm suit, going to the bathroom to change before Mae and Hunter got back.

(Later)

Nightstorm grappled onto a lamp post, swinging up to a nearby roof, almost collapsing as she landed on her leg that she had sprained the night earlier. “Ow….!” Nightstorm winced. Nightstorm got up swiftly, limping to a good vantage point. “Anything going on…?” Nightstorm winced, kneeling on her good leg.

“Aren’t you supposed to be resting?” Batman asked. Nightstorm spun around, almost falling off where she was sitting.

“You scared me!” Nightstorm snapped.

“Apologies. I didn’t know how to announce my presence without startling you.” Batman said.

“NOT giving me a heart attack when I am sitting on the EDGE OF A VERY HIGH UP BUILDING?!?” Nightstorm squeaked.

“How?” Batman asked.

Nightstorm waved her hands around in the air. “Knocking on something?!” Nightstorm sputtered.

“I’ll remember that for later.” Batman said. “Anyways, about you resting, you should really stay off that leg. We don’t want it to get worse.” Batman said.

Nightstorm sighed, rolling her eyes. “I can take care of myself, Bats.” Nightstorm groaned.

“Are you sure?” Batman asked. “I won’t hold your hand if you don’t need it.” Batman said.

“Yes, I’m sure! I-Was that a joke about my height?” Nightstorm asked, offended.

“No, I’m just saying-” Batman started.

“I’M just saying that height isn’t everything, Bats!!! Height isn’t indicative of your skill, Bats!” Nightstorm growled.

“I wasn’t saying that it WAS, Nightstorm.” Batman scowled.

“Really? Are ya sure about that? Cause it REALLY sounds like it WAS what you were saying!!!” Nightstorm snapped.

“You’re twisting my words.” Batman frowned.

“Am I?!?” Nightstorm snapped.

“Yes. I was just asking if you wanted help.” Batman scowled.

“You phrased it as if you were talking to a child.” Nightstorm frowned.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Batman scolded.

“It sounded like it. Just because I’m younger than you DOESN’T mean I’m a little kid!!” Nightstorm growled.

“I don’t see you like that.” Batman frowned.

“It sure sounds like it you little-” Nightstorm started.

“Alright you two, break it up, no need to fight with each other!” Robin said, swinging over between the two.

“He started it.” Nightstorm said.

“And you didn’t need to continue it.” Batman lectured.

“Oh really?! Says he who reaches above five foot three and a HALF!!!” Nightstorm shrieked.

“No need to yell!” Robin said.

“Okay, how tall are you?” Nightstorm asked.

“Five four, why?” Robin asked.

“HALF AN INCH!!!!” Nightstorm snapped. “HALF AN INCH TALLER!!” Nightstorm squeaked.

“No need to get so worked up over it…!” Robin winced.

“Everyone’s taller than me except Mae….! I get looked down on like a kid…!!” Nightstorm groaned.

“Hey now,” Robin said, getting down to eye level. “That ain’t true!” Robin smiled.

Nightstorm frowned. “You’re proving my point.” Nightstorm grumbled. Nightstorm sighed, dragging her hands down her face. “Ugh…..! I don’t want to be seen as a kid…!!” Nightstorm sighed.

“I get that, but getting snappy at people over height doesn’t quite help your case.” Robin said.

“I know, but it just...Gets old after ten times.” Nightstorm grumbled.

“Just gotta tell people ya don’t like it is all.” Robin shrugged.

Nightstorm stumbled for words. “Buhduhbuh what do you THINK I do?!?” Nightstorm gawked.

“How do you tell them?” Robin asked, crossing his arms.

Nightstorm looked down, breaking eye contact and mumbling something. “I couldn’t hear that, would you mind repeating?” Robin asked gently.

“Snapping at them….” Nightstorm frowned, face heating up in embarrassment.

“And how do you think that makes them feel?” Robin asked.

“Not good…” Nightstorm frowned. Nightstorm shook her head. “Before snapping, I warn them to stop once or twice…!!” Nightstorm frowned.

“Do you?” Robin asked.

“Yes!!” Nightstorm pepped.

“Do you?” Robin repeated.

“Y...Yes…!” Nightstorm stuttered.

“Truly?” Robin asked.

“.........No……..I stay quiet about it….” Nightstorm said, ashamed.

“And how do you think they feel about you snapping at them out of the blue?” Robin asked.

“Besides, it’s never ‘good’ people!” Nightstorm objected.

“How do you think they feel about you snapping at them for no reason?” Robin repeated.

“........Not good….” Nightstorm mumbled. Nightstorm shook her head. “What is this, group therapy with Batman and Robin?!?” Nightstorm squeaked.

“No, not really, we just-” Robin started before getting cut off by a clunking sound. Nightstorm rushed to check it out.

“What is it?” Robin asked, peeking around Nightstorm. Nightstorm held up a tin can with a piece of paper attached to it.

Nightstorm plucked the paper off, reading over it. “A trail, a union, together tied. Come across me and you will find, you cannot change the course I'm on, without me you cannot travel on. What am I?” Nightstorm read.

“Huh….” Robin hummed.

“Railroad tracks.” Batman said.

“Why railroad tracks?” Robin asked.

“The old Gotham Railroad Tracks…!” Nightstorm and Batman said in unison.

“But why would Riddler go there?” Batman asked.

“Suddenly took an interest in trains or history?” Nightstorm shrugged.

“Why not go take a look?” Robin asked.

“Yeah, that would be our best bet.” Batman nodded.

“See ya there.” Nightstorm said, pulling out her grappling hook.

“Are you sure you don’t want a ride there?” Batman asked.

“Nah, no thanks. I prefer to swing; the wind feels nice on the face, despite the mask!” Nightstorm declined. Batman shrugged.

“Suit yourself.” Batman said, walking off.

(At the railroad tracks.)

“Another piece of paper…!” Nightstorm said, dropping down from the rooftops and snatching up the small piece of paper.

“What’s it say?” Robin asked.

“It says….” Nightstorm hummed, before gaining a confused expression.

“What is it?” Robin asked, confused.

“I sound like ‘wrap’, but start with the letter of a beverage. What am I?” Nightstorm read.

“Coffeerap?” Robin said, confused.

Nightstorm read it over again, eyes shrinking again as she registered. “Tea.” Nightstorm said, fear creeping into her tone.

“What?” Robin asked.

“Tea wrap?” Batman said, registering what it meant soon.

“It’s a trap!!!” Nightstorm said in a panic before everyone was tapped in some form of holding.

“How right you are, Nightstorm~!” A Voice chimed.

“Who’s there?!” Nightstorm called, looking around.

“That is indeed the question, my dear~!” The voice hummed.

“Nygma.” Batman scowled.

“Right you are, Batman~! But also not, seeing as Nygma is a shadow now, and The Riddler has taken front stage~!” The Riddler laughed.

“Wait...Nygma...Like...Edward Nygma?” Nightstorm asked.

“Ah! So you’ve heard of me~?” Riddler asked.

“Well, yeah, your puzzle games are really good! Even back home!” Nightstorm gawked.

“I’m glad to hear~!” Riddler laughed.

Nightstorm shook her head. “No matter, why are you stealing so much metal?!” Nightstorm demanded.

“Oh, Batman! You may have to replace your little songbird with this one~!” Riddler joked, patting Nightstorm on the head. “SHE asks all the important questions~!” Riddler smiled smugly.

“Don’t patronize me.” Nightstorm bit back. Riddler pulled back as though just bit.

“Charming little one, isn’t she?” Riddler sneered.

“I’m not little!!! Everyone keeps saying I’m little, but five foot three and a half is not little!!!” Nightstorm snapped.

“Oh! That little half inch is keeping you from the same height as the little Songbird~! How adorable~!” The Riddler taunted.

“I’ll bite!!! Don’t think I won’t!!!” Nightstorm threatened.

“Nightstorm, calm down. Threats won’t get us out of this.” Batman said.

“It makes me feel good!!” Nightstorm snapped.

“My my, Nightstorm~! Are you sure you aren’t a villain~? You fit THAT bill better~!” Riddler hummed.

“No! I’m NOTHING like you, coward!” Nightstorm growled.

“Nightstorm, CALM. DOWN.” Batman warned.

“If you were two more in number, you could have her be the dog of your team.” Riddler grimaced.

“Hey!!! I’m not-” Nightstorm started.

“CALM. DOWN.” Batman growled. Nightstorm immediately fell dead silent.

“Oh my! Seems someone hates getting people upset!” Riddler teased.

“Listen, Nygma-Riddler-whatever your name is now-We can get you the help you need.” Batman said.

“No.” Riddler started.

“Who needs help anyways? Too much effort.” Riddler and Nightstorm said in unison. Both were surprised.

“You too?” Riddler asked.

“I’m supposed to be the one with poor communication skills!” Nightstorm yelped.

Riddler shook his head. “We’re getting off track. Nightstorm, you and I haven’t ‘properly’ met before, so allow me to introduce myself~!” Riddler hummed. “I am the Riddler; one of Batman’s greatest-” Riddler started.

“And least common.” Batman added.

“-Adversaries.” Riddler finished, frowning.

“Wait, least common?” Nightstorm asked.

“He doesn’t do much, but when he does, they’re big things.” Batman explained.

“Oh! That Riddler!” Nightstorm gasped.

“Yes! How many Riddlers ARE there?!” Riddler asked.

“Let’s see, around….That depends, I can think of….Ten, off the top of my head right now-” Nightstorm started.

“Oooooh….Never mind!” Riddler scoffed.

“Okay…!” Nightstorm nodded.

“Anyways, I didn’t quite count on the Bat or songbird to follow you-I just wanted you here so that I could get the measure of you-see what you were like, you know?” Riddler asked.

“Wait, what?” Nightstorm asked, starstruck.

“Oh, yes! I wanted to get to know you! More than what some...News station or...Newspaper could bring me for information! Really, the best source is from the source itself!” The Riddler announced.

“That’s...The first time someone’s wanted to know more about me…!” Nightstorm gasped.

“Don’t fall for it. He’s trying to lull you into a false sense of security.” Batman warned.

“Gotcha.” Nightstorm said, shaking herself out of it.

“So, how about it, Nightstorm~? What are you made of~?” Riddler asked.

“Well…...Spunk, I guess….” Nightstorm stammered, not sure how to speak properly.

“Oh?” Riddler hummed, intrigued.

“Y-Yeah, I-I’m a pretty boring person…! Normal life-siblings, we help each other out-” Nightstorm started.

“Oh? Siblings? I’m Intrigued!” Riddler hummed.

“I, uh….Two..” Nightstorm said.

“Anything else of interest?” Riddler asked.

“N-Not really, like I said; I’m pretty dull and boring…!” Nightstorm said.

“Not to me, my dear~! You’re an unsolved riddle~! Those keep my brain ticking~!” Riddler smiled smugly.

“Huh….” Nightstorm gasped.

“That’s enough, Nygma.” Batman scowled.

The Riddler shrugged. “You’re right, Batman. Me and the others will be leaving now~! Those little restraints will unlock as soon as we’re out of range~!” Riddler said.

“Radius lock. Clever.” Batman frowned.

“Only the best from the cleverest~!” Riddler beamed, tipping his hat and walking away.

As soon as Riddler and his goons were gone, the locks broke and the team fell out, Nightstorm falling on her face.

“Are you okay?” Batman asked. Nightstorm gave a weak thumbs up.

“Nofing boken…!” Nightstorm mumbled through the floor.

“Well, that’s good…” Robin sighed. “But real question, why did you open up to him so easily?” Robin asked.

“I...Ugh….His demeanor got me….Besides, he seemed to actually listen…” Nightstorm groaned. “I know I shouldn’t have, but-” Nightstorm started.

“It’s alright. It was your first encounter.” Batman assured. Nightstorm broke eye contact, guilt bubbling in her stomach.

“Then...Why does it feel like I did a bad thing…?” Nightstorm asked.

“Because you’re a good person, Nightstorm. You don’t want to hurt anyone, so you just...Did as he asked, since he asked nicely.” Batman explained.

“I didn’t wanna upset anyone…” Nightstorm gulped.

“I know, but in that situation, you would have gotten a ‘bad’ ending out of it anyways.” Batman said. Nightstorm hugged herself, guilt bubbling in her stomach. “You couldn’t have done anything about it, you had no control over the situation.” Batman said.

“I….Don’t feel so good…” Nightstorm grimaced.

“Physically or mentally?” Robin asked carefully.

“Both, but not like I’m gonna throw up if that makes sense…?” Nightstorm whimpered. Batman nodded.

“Need a lift home?” Batman asked. Nightstorm nodded.

“Thanks…” Nightstorm said sheepishly.

“No trouble.” Batman said.

(On the ride home.)

“............” Nightstorm hugged her knees to her chest, groaning quietly.

“Are you okay?” Robin asked.

“Just feel guilty…” Nightstorm groaned.

“It’s okay, it was your first encounter with him; you weren’t prepared.” Batman assured.

“I still feel like I coulda held back better…” Nightstorm groaned.

“It’s okay, we’ll get him next time!” Robin assured. Nightstorm nodded tiredly.

“Hopefully…” Nightstorm grimaced.

(Later.)

Nightstorm walked inside after bidding Batman and Robin goodbye, locking the door behind her. “Gotta hurry before everyone gets home…” Nightstorm said, hobbling into her room to change into her normal clothes.

After she was done changing, Gianna plopped onto the couch, almost passing out instantly, the softness of the couch more appreciated than the typical cement.

“Gigi!” Mae called as the door was unlocked and swung open. No answer. “Gigi?” Mae called, walking inside. Mae walked into the living room, finding Gianna passed out on the couch, snuggling with the family dog, Fetch.

“Mae, didja find her?” Hunter called.

“Yeah, keep it down…!” Mae called back quietly.

Hunter walked in, finding his sister passed out on the couch. He laughed, walking over and covering her up with a blanket. “Let’s go, Mae, she hasn’t gotten a full night’s rest in ages it looks like.” Hunter whispered.

“Right…!” Mae nodded, hopping after Hunter.

(The next morning.)

“Morning sis!” Mae grinned, waving from in the kitchen. Gianna waved tiredly.

“Someone had mail for ya, sis…!” Hunter yawned, pushing an envelope riddled with question marks on it. Gianna picked it up, trying not to shake.

Gianna thanked them quietly, rushing to her room to open it. “River, T, time…?” Gianna said, confused. “Wait….Sea u soon….?” Gianna thought. “Maybe I should be more careful...He could show up at any moment…” Gianna worried. Gianna put the letter in a small box, sliding it back under her bed. “Best not to tell Mae or Hunter too...They shouldn’t get involved.” Gianna said.

“Sissy! Breakfast is ready!” Mae said, leaning into Gianna’s room.

“Oh! Coming!” Gianna said, getting up from her knees and hopping over to the dining room.

“What were you talking about, sissy?” Mae asked.

“Oh, nothing, nothing, just...Story ideas is all.” Gianna lied.

“Ooh! Sounds fun!” Mae beamed.

“Yeah….Fun…” Gianna sighed in relief. She wouldn’t tell Mae; she would get curious and try to tag along. No need for that. Maybe when she was older.

To be continued in chapter two!

[thespooniewrites]

Finally, a comic sans powerpoint for the wip that’s nearest and dearest to my heart.

(Am I using up data to hotspot so I can post this? Absolutely.)

@sincerestaffect @cogwrites as you two demanded requested. (no I actually had a lot of fun doing this thank you for encouraging it)

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🎶 for Aster, Faithetta, and Alyssa/Jericho?

yessss I love song asks - you always, always deliver!

Aster Crowe: Silhouettes - Of Monsters and Men. The entire melody and sound of the song, but especially a few lines. (Explanation, until right now I thought the line was ‘I’m already dead’ instead of ‘I’m already there’, so that’s what I’m going to highlight even though it’s wrong lol. Highlights! “Where I rest my head / There's nothing I can see / Darkness becomes me” and “I breathe out loud / You bleed, we crawl like animals / But when it's over, I'm still awake” and “A thousand silhouettes dancing on my chest / No matter where I sleep, you are haunting me / But I'm already dead / I'm already dead”

Faith Reed x Loretta Swan: Religion - Colton Avery. Again, the whole song and just the sound of it. Highlights! “Cause you shake my bones like the blistering cold / My idea of heaven is your hand to hold / Cause you in one day took this weight from my soul” and “Since I met you I’ve looked up to ya / You might find that strange to hear / But I ain’t never met a soul / Just so beautiful as you my dear” and “And I’m just in an overcast phase / War with my mind baby”

Alyssa Solomon x Jericho Jones: Cold Is The Night - The Oh Hellos. Not exactly a ship song, but a song I think fits them both in their own journeys a bit (as well as maybe a bit couple-y at the end). Also, just love this song and the vibe in general. Highlights! “Long is the road that leads me home / And longer still when I walk alone / Bitter is the thought of all that time / Spent searching for something I'll never find” and “Heavy is the head that gets no sleep / We carry our lives around in our memories / Take away this apathy / And bury it before it buries me” and “I've seen the things that I must do / But Lord, this road is meant for two / So I am waiting here for you”

Send me 🎶 and a character or ship and I'll tell you a song I associate with them