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deadsetobsessions · 8 months ago

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Pt. 4

Sorry this took so long. In the hospital still. Out of the hospital now!

For @unadulteratedsoulsweets

——

It had been early in the morning when she’d stepped foot in the manor. It was closer to noon, now, that found the reincarnation attentively sitting in one of the (if she remembered correctly from the blue prints) three massive kitchens located in Wayne manor.

She sat atop one of the island stools Damian had ushered her into, spaced a comfortable distance from the man that was her biological father in this life. Her mask dangled at her hip, a comfort she indulged in after unpacking her things. In truth, she’s had cookies before, but it had been so long since she’s tasted it that she might as well have never tried it before. Damian and Alfred Pennyworth worked with maximum efficiency, measuring out flour and sugar and chocolate like there were no tasks more important than this.

Alfred Pennyworth also avoided a specific cabinet that smelled slightly of metal polish and gun powder. It was kept away from the perishables.

Perhaps the manor was smaller and much more homely than the palace, but the reincarnate could see the sense in and approved of the various well-hidden caches of weapons around. Meant for non-lethal take downs, of course, but anything can be lethal if you tried hard enough. Or, considering the vigilante filled manor she had agreed to vacation in, anything could be lethal if one did not try hard enough to keep it non lethal.

The scrape of a spoon drew her attention back to Damian, waving away the off topic musings her mind had wandered into now that a large portion of her brain power was freed from the duty of fear.

She tracked how Damian existed within this space he had so clearly made for himself. He was… happier. Kinder. More. More at ease, more settled into his skin instead of where he stretched it to fit the cast of the Demon’s Heir. Simply, more. He was more Damian than he had been in the league.

When Damian was locked within the walls of the palace, his shoulders were always held straight. There’d been a- not quite darkness- cruelty in his eyes and gait that their grandfather had eagerly nurtured. His chin had remained lifted, his actions closed and callous. She’d feared, for while, that Damian would follow their grandfather’s footsteps. Until the day she saw him sneak a bird into his room to heal, her heart had trembled and grieved to see someone she loved imitate the worst parts of her abuser. It didn’t change the fact that she loved him, but it changed how she taught him.

But experience is a better teacher than she will ever be, and Damian had little chance to experience true kindness in the pits of the league.

Here, Damian is light. Perhaps less aware than he normally would have been, on the look out for fatal attacks as she had trained him to be within the league, but here he is free and safe and relaxed. It feels like she’s sitting in a haze, the chirps of birds and the clouded noon sun casting everything into an unreal light.

“Ukhti, assistance is requested.” Her brother holds out a bowl of dough. Her heart hurt with how happy it was. She squished the dough between her fingers like a child rediscovering her childhood. In some ways, she was.

——

As she watched Damian, in turn the others observed her. Bruce sat beside her, cataloguing every minuscule expression of his child, the first and the eldest, in an attempt to make up for lost time. And truly, it was minuscule. For all Bruce trained in micro-expressions and movements, his eldest- god, he had another daughter, the eldest- daughter remained a mystery from which he gleaned little of. Her face never lifted from that trained neutrality, having resettled back into it after first bite of b’stilla. He cradled the mug of coffee in his hands, the tang of grief and guilt roiling in his stomach as his daughter hesitantly but skillfully rolled a ball of dough.

“Pennyworth has divulged his secrets to me.” Damian plucked the ball from his sister’s hand, who allowed it with traces of… bemusement, perhaps? His eldest daughter flicked her eyes up in question, perhaps mildly amused. Even if she had more than two decades worth of training, Bruce was frustrated that he could not read her. She was his daughter.

Already he fails her. For too long, he had failed her.

“He chills the dough for a chewier cookie. I, and some of the others with adequate taste, prefer this texture. But which would you find adequate?”

His daughter flickered through that sign language again, the one he had no knowledge of. Considering he knew multiple from each continent, that was saying a lot. He was catching a few repeated signs, but nothing concrete.

Alfred waited patiently as they had their conversation, paying sharp attention to their motions. Bruce… felt like he was sitting next to Cassandra. He supposed they were the same, except his eldest daughter hadn’t gotten free.

“That wasn’t what I meant, and you know it.” Damian grumbled, resting his hands on the counter, making sure to keep it away from his meticulously clean clothes. “We’ll cook them immediately.”

Bruce, in a fit of inspired parenting, offered a compromise.

“We could do two batches. One for right now and save a batch for later.”

Unspoken were the words ‘so she can try the cookies now.’ Despite the silent nature of his intent, Bruce thought that Alfred and Damian understood anyways.

“A fine suggestion, Master Bruce.”

“Thanks, Alfred.”

——

She sensed them before she saw them. Her father had slipped out after his suggestion, no doubt intercepting his flock of traumatized orphans before they could pile in.

Perhaps she had inherited something from Bruce Wayne after, considering how many of them she’d taken under her wing. She rolled the ball of dough between oiled fingers in a haze. Faint memories, impressions of a life long faded, guided her hands as she smooshed the cookies to her preference.

“Penny for your thoughts, Miss Al-Ghul?”Alfred Pennyworth asked her.

‘A Pennyworth for my thoughts?’ She swapped sign language, eyes slyly watching for Damian’s reaction.

Damian, right on cue, clicked his tongue, looking defeated. Alfred, on the other hand, smiled wider.

“A Pennyworth for your thoughts indeed.”

Her humor faded into something softer. Longing. Melancholy.

‘It’s been a long time since I’ve made dessert for myself.’

She glanced at Damian, who was trying his best to pretend like he wasn’t paying attention to the conversation lest he caught another stray pun. ‘Or used it to inoculate poisons.’

“I see.” The butler patted his hands dry onto a towel, a sharp eye on Damian’s efforts at covering the dough meant for freezing. “I assure you that these cookies will remain poison free, have no worries about that. Now, would you like some tea?”

She shook her head. ‘I’ll make it myself later. Thank you.’

“Very well, Miss-”

“Hi, Alfred. Making cookies?”

Her hands continued to work on her tray, placing cookie dough on the tray with military precision. Damian remained relaxed, though watchful of her reaction.

“That’s correct, Master Tim.”

Tim shuffled over to her, and she turned. Ah, her partial benefactor.

“Little photographer.” She smiled, slightly. Her eyes, however, were warm. Alfred stilled for a brief second at her voice.

“Hi. It’s been a while.” Tim plopped down on the seat next to her. His whole body screamed of nostalgia. It’s odd to see the little scrawny Bristol boy grow into a full fledged vigilante. It seemed like yesterday she was keeping him from slipping on Gotham’s manifestations of its rot and plummeting down on its stone heart.

She hummed. ‘Not too long.’

“What is that supposed to mean? When had you met Drake, recently?”

She glanced at the little- not so little- photographer.

“She helped me bring B back.” Tim lied. She didn’t like how easily he lied to Damian… but on account of her fondness for him, she let it slide.

“Did you, Miss Al-Ghul?” Alfred wiped his hands on the hand towel he carried. “Then I suppose we owe you our sincere thanks.”

She blinked slowly.

‘I didn’t do much. I kept him alive just the once.’

“That is a harder task than one might think, Miss Al-Ghul. Master Tim has, arguably, the worst self preservation instincts out of the life risking vigilantes I have known.” And he has known many, Alfred seemed to imply.

She tilted her head in acknowledgement.

“Hey! What is this? Gang up on Tim day?”

“I would participate in that even if it wasn’t,” Damian stated, packing the frozen cookies away in the corner. “Come and help, Drake. My ukht is about to have her first cookies and we will bake it to perfection. Bring the tray.”

Tim scoffed but slid the tray away from her, Alfred seamlessly dropping a napkin for her to wipe off the dough from her fingertips.

“Thanks, by the way. For saving Z and Owens.”

‘They were my assassins. Even if you did manage to sway them to your cause.’ She tapped the marble island, before opening her mouth. “Thank you. For destroying his pit options. It helped me kill Ra’s.”

In her peripherals, Damian settled back, disgruntled but willing to rest his curiosity as gratitude towards Tim’s part in her freedom overrode his need for answers.

Tim stilled. “…What are friends for, right?”

‘Of course, little photographer.’ She relaxed as her, arguably first, friend and now brother popped the tray into the oven.

“Anyways, they sent me in here to see if you’re ready to meet the rest of them.”

“And they said that?” Damian scoffed, coming around the island to stand beside her as she slipped off the stool.

“Nah, they actually wanted me to subtly vibe check her, but it’s not like she wouldn’t catch me doing it.”

“Ukhti’s ‘vibes’ are perfectly fine,” Damian said crabbily, crossing his arms defensively. She tapped the back of Damian’s neck and he relaxed.

‘Thank you for the… assessment of my character and general disposition.’ She signed dryly.

“Ugh, I should’ve made the connection. Your syntax is exactly like Damian’s.” Tim joked, dodging the punch Damian aimed at his nonexistent spleen.

The reincarnation huffed. ‘I spoke perhaps three words to you.’

“And how many people use disposition on a regular basis?”

“I do, Drake!”

“I know, Damian. That was the point, you little walking thesaurus.”

——

They left Alfred in the kitchen, the man all but shooing them away so he could get working on lunch, and made their way to a sitting room. The floor was covered in a plush blue carpet, a fact that made itself vividly present to the reincarnation when she placed her foot on it, the fabric brushing the back of her heels. She was too trained to allow the slip to visible, but for a microsecond, the memories of kneeling and choking clawed their way past her defenses. She made note of the trigger and moved on, compartmentalizing that fact for later.

“It’s you,” Nightwing breathed out, tensing. The others behind him freeze, even more alert than their regular state. Bruce whipped his head towards him, sharp and searching.

“Nightwing.” She greeted. She felt a kinship with this vigilante turned brother. She watched him soar and fall alongside the little photographer. She watched him grow new wings and watched them get tainted with blood and fear and grim hope. She lived vicariously through him, he who flew when she was chained. In some ways, she had ended up watching his back for a long time, both in yearning for the ease he was allowed at her father’s side and to protect the vulnerable back that knew not of its openness. Bruce inhaled deeply at her voice.

Dick stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. She does not disembowel him for it. Instead, she allowed the giant octopus hug her new oldest little brother gave her. There was no aggression in his countenance. Only relief and gratitude.

“You know Dick?” The little, ah, no, she doesn’t want to sound like Ra’s, Tim asked. Dick tensed, clearly unwilling to speak about it. She stepped in.

“I met him once. Eliminated a spider for him on a rooftop. I did not think he would remember.”

“Is that why you were so adamant on knowing who ukhti was?” Damian demanded, scowling. She immediately freed an arm and wrapped it around his shoulders. Damian ducked away with a rather petulant scowl. "Not because of my safety but because she crushed an arachnid for you?"

Dick nodded at him before looking up at her. “I really hated that spider. It was super scary. Thank you for getting rid of it.”

In lieu of an answer, she gently hugged him back.

“I get the feeling.” She said solemnly, voice coming out soft and borne of an implicit understanding. ‘Talk later,’ she signed to him.

“I was not aware you were afraid of spiders, ukht,” Damian muttered. “Though, Richard, I would believe.”

“Hey!”

Dick detached himself and pasted on a mostly genuine smile. “Oh! You should meet the others!”

He turned to the rest of Bruce Wayne’s wards and children to cheerfully point them out.

“This is Duke! He’s Alfred’s favorite grandkid, because he hasn’t burnt down the kitchen yet and reports when he’s injured.”

“Hey. Nice to meet you.” Duke Thomas raised a hand, smiling. “The bar was literally on the floor with you people. ‘Sides, Jason did just fine.”

The reincarnate nodded. Yes, she knew of him, though her memories were hazy. It had been over two decades, after all.

Dick steamrolled onwards. “This is Stephanie-”

“But you can call me Steph!” Stephanie Brown interjected, bouncing in her seat. Despite her bubbly demeanor, her gaze was sharp. Seeing. She liked that sharpness. It was tempered by the same rough and tumble kindness she’d seen in Grave- ah, Jason.

Spoiler, her memories reminded her. It was a soothing distraction from the anxious memories of the league. She found herself collecting little hints and information about this family. Her family, even if it were tentatively so. She caught Bruce staring at them intently, visibly anxious about this meeting.

‘A pleasure to meet you.’

“So… what do we call you?” Steph tilted her head. Hm. A tell Ra’s would have beaten out of her, had Stephanie had the misfortune of being in his presence for more than a day.

“Al Ghul will be adequate.” Damian cut in. The glance he threw her promised a discussion upon the topic of her name. Later, it promised.

“Wow. That’s kind of impersonal though.”

“Steph!”

“What?! I’m not wrong.”

“Anyways!” Dick loudly said over the two bickering kids. “That’s actually it for now.”

“The rest aren’t here as of this moment, but they’ll be around for dinner.”

A white lie. She studied Bruce for a moment before acquiescing. He meant no harm. Despite his capability to inflict harm, his willingness to do so, she could not read a single instance of ill will in him. Not, at least, towards her. She allowed the lie to slide.

‘I wish to see the grounds.’ She put a hand on Damian’s shoulder. He knew what it meant for her to retreat to the wilderness. Nature, where most things were free and where one does not often find Ra’s after he’d had a taste for luxury.

“We will go to the gardens. Ukhti wishes to explore.” Despite the rather curt way he pronounced it, Damian had stepped closer to her side in a gesture of concern. The pit inside of her stomach eased.

“Sounds good! Let’s go!” Steph bounced out of her seat.

“We could tell you stories,” Tim offered from behind her.

“Yeah, like that one time Dick face planted onto one of Poison Ivy’s flower beds because he was distracted by an ice cream truck.” Duke grinned, eyes crinkling.

“Hey! That ice cream truck was full of Scarecrow thugs!”

“And they weren’t worth an Ivy-lecture. I’m surprised she didn’t skin you and make a pot out of your bones, Dick.” Tim yawned.

“Ooo, we should tell her about the time I hit you in the face with a brick!”

“Literally what more is there to that story, Steph?” Tim grumbled.

“I would like to hear this tale,” Damian said, beginning to tug his ukht towards the garden. The rest of the group followed.

“Actually, why don’t we tell her about the time you tried getting Batcow to the barn and he just sat down? Didn’t you bargain with her for an hour, Damian?”

“Tt!”

Duke leaned back and took in the chaos he unfolded with a twinkling grin and Bruce’s sigh bolstering him. And if their newest and oldest addition to the family relaxed in his chaos, well, that was between him and her.

——

Cassandra found her in the gardens, the both of them weaving in between the foliage like light footed cats. Her contingent of Bats were behind them, watching the two former assassins approach each other.

Cassandra had frozen, mirroring the reincarnator’s stillness.

“Ukhti.” The word was torn out of Cass’ throat, filled with tears and relief.

“Cassandra,” she called, fond and kind and loving. Damian’s eyes darted between his sisters. They knew each other. How? She called his ukht, ukhti. A title he had assumed only he could use.

Cassandra scrambled and launched herself at her, silent sobs shaking her frame.

“Hello, Cass,” she caught the flying vigilante, crushing her first little sister into a tight hug. “Freedom suits you, habibti.”

Cass trembles in her arms, hands clutching at the fabric on her shoulder blades like Damian’s. Her eyes softened, and she rested her chin on Cass’s head.

“You know Cassandra too, ukhti?”

She nodded.

“Ukhti named me.” Cass said, voice wobbly. ‘Cass. Cassandra.’ Cass did her name sign. The one she had taught the slip of a girl back when Cass was stuck in a senseless prison and she was only free in terms of movement.

‘First word too.’ She smiled, proud of Cass and how far she’s come. Cassandra reads the pride in her language, the safety and kindness that she’d never forgotten even after traversing the world for years before arriving home, and she burrowed deeper into the hug.

“Oh. I see.”

“Two ukhts.” She smiled at Damian.

Cass shook her head, but before Damian could settle into his hurt at her supposed rejection, Cass explained her confusion. “Ukhti is your name? I’m Cass.”

“Ukhti means older sister.” Damian informed her.

Cass blinked and looked back at the reincarnation. Her shoulders relaxed and drew back, eyes softening and body loosened from its confusion. She smiled, bright as the sun, and deftly clambered around to perch on her older sister’s back.

“Two.” She declared. And truly, the reincarnation was weak to her younger siblings because that was that. Cass declared it so, and it shall be so. Damian grumbled but seemed like they agreed.

“How did you two meet?” Bruce piped up, intent and surprisingly considerate.

“Saved me,” Cass sighed, resting her chin on her ukht’s head. ‘From father and the league. Taught me to speak, a little. My name. Cass. Taught me..’ Cass paused. “Taught me I am not a weapon.”

The former assassin carrying Cass on a piggy back ride hummed in agreement.

“Oh.” The rest of the family glanced at each other. Dick had his shiny teary eyes on, the ones he got when Jason initiated a hang out.

“Not a weapon,” Cass repeated, pressing firmly on her ukht’s head.

A less sure hum. Cass scowled.

“No. Bad,” Cass scolded. “Not a weapon.”

An acquiescing hum, full of fondness and exasperation.

Cassandra Cain will take that answer. For now.

“You named Cass?” Duke asked. Bruce looked at them with gentle eyes.

“After a heroine I knew.” She replied, shifting. Cass hugged her tighter, intently listening. “She was strong. Lethal if need be. But… kind. She had an inherently kind heart. Full of love. Like Cass.”

“Oh, that’s really.. that’s really sweet.”

Cass hugged her ukht closer, touched. She had never known why she had been given the name, but finding out that it was after a heroine her sister looked up to made the day that much brighter. Hopeful. Honored.

“You have not told me this story,” Damian said.

‘I will. One day.’

——

Jason found her at the lunch table. Along with the rest of the brood. Except for, jarringly, an alien named Jarro.

“He’s our alien brother!” Duke said. He smiled, and it was a smile of unassuming harmlessness. A well crafted mask that she knew better than to be fooled by.

She offered three long blinks that had Cassandra, stuck like a limpet on the reincarnator’s back, muffling a laugh.

“Telling truth,” Cass whispered, sentences punctuated by giggles.

She hummed, shifting to more securely carry Cass on her back. Damian sighed and dutifully carried Cassandra’s pack. She smiled at her little brother, who straightened. Adorable. All of her siblings were adorable. She would kill for them. Ah, right. They frown upon murder here. So had she, once. Before Ra’s broke that part of her heart and forced her hands to commit evils that grew gnarled vines through her very soul.

“Oh.” She blinked.

“Hm?”

“Killing is… a choice.” The conversations around them fell silent. Cass’ arms tightened around her shoulders.

“We don’t have to do it, anymore,” Damian agreed. Yes, he understood what it was like, to be raised to kill and suddenly having the option not to.

“Did you not want to kill, before?” Bruce asked, suddenly a bit closer. Her mind was slipping, she realized. It felt… safe, to slip.

‘If I did not,’ she admitted, like throwing stones off of a lock-laden bridge. ‘Damian would bear the consequences.’

She sounded… young. Afraid. Two things she had always been and were never allowed to be.

Bruce Wayne looked at her like his heart was breaking, like he wished he could shoulder her pain on top of the weight of the world he willingly carried since his parents died. This, she is reminded, was why she swore Damian to secrecy regarding her existence. She wondered if he had ever taken the burden of more grief than he could bear.

‘And I could not say no, regardless,” she told them, absent and tired.

She wondered if she would be the one to break him, should she allow him a glimpse of the scars on her back.

“I could have taken it.” Damian grabbed her arm, clutching at her sleeve once more.

“No,” she whispered, haunted. ‘Not while I drew breath, habibi.’

“You don’t have to kill here. We’re all very good with no murder.” Tim reminded her firmly.

“Unless it’s the Joker.” Steph chimed in, bubbly smile gentled into something kinder.

“Unless it’s him.” Duke agreed. His eyes were more serious now.

“No,” Bruce replied, tired. Heavier, in a way that made sour tang of guilt scratch the back of her tongue. She hadn’t meant to give him the weight of knowledge, but she had inadvertently done so with the things she had and hadn’t said. He wasn’t the world’s- she glanced at Tim, who quirked a smile at her- second best detective for no reason.

“Yes, but you’re not ready for that conversation.” Dick snapped, lightheartedly.

Ah. That’s what was off.

They’re kind. They choose to be and they inherently are kind.

It showed. And she wasn’t used to that.

“Lunch.” Cassandra reminded them. She was a solid, grounding presence at the reincarnator’s back.

“Oh, Jason said he’s on the way.” Duke commented, nodding when she quickly did a subtle thank you sign.

“Why does he text you and not me?” Dick whined.

“Wow, man. I don’t know. Maybe it’s because of the emoji wall you send?”

“They’re nice! How else are you supposed to know what I’m feeling, right, Cass?”

Cass nodded and gave a thumbs up from her place on ukhti’s back.

“See?!”

“I love you Cass, but you also use a wall of understandable emojis. Dick just spams them.” Steph retorted.

The reincarnator turned to Damian, a silent question in her eyes. He sighed. “Yes, the imbeciles argue all of the time.”

She nodded and the group made their way to the green house for lunch, bickering all the while.

When they get there, Jason Todd, along with Alfred Pennyworth were already at the table.

“Grave.” She greeted as Cass slipped off her back.

“Ain’t no fucking way, Trainer?” Jason leapt to his feet. It was odd, seeing him in casual clothes. Ra’s had kept him in armor most of the time.

“You know each other?”

“At this point, who doesn’t ukht know would be an easier question.” Damian grumbled. She tapped him on the head twice, a light reprimand.

‘Grave was part of your guard,’ she told him. ‘He protected you well.’

“You’re the demon brat’s older sister? That makes so much fucking sense.”

She felt her eyes go cold, lifting to stare at Grave’s rapidly paling face. He visibly backtracks.

“Uh- I mean, you’re Damian’s older sister?”

She regarded him for a beat longer before blinking, ice melting away at the change. The nickname chafed at her neck, too close from a fate she gave everything to save Damian from.

Her head dipped into a small nod.

“Wild.” Jason sat back down. “So, uh, how are you handling the pit?”

‘I am not.’ She informed him, settling down in her seat. Damian claimed the spot next to her and Cass quickly took the other, much to Bruce’s chagrin. Tim plopped down to the seat next to Cass, eyes zeroing onto the chamomile tea Alfred had set out for him.

Duke smiled at Bruce before sitting next to Jason, Steph skipping over and sitting next Dick and Jason at the same time.

“Ukhti managed to get rid of the side effects,” Damian informed the table at large.

Her little bat had the worst ability to make sure attention focused on her, the reincarnation groused. She sighed.

“How?” Clearly, Grave had forgotten how much she beat him into the sparring mat because he leaned forward to glare at her. Well, she hadn’t wanted him too afraid of her.

‘Magic.’

His face fell at the assumed non answer, but Damian’s nod had the entire table once more expectant.

She sighed and began weaving her magic.

——

She stalked through the shadows of the manor, at ease. Bruce and the others had left on patrol, hours ago. She was clad in her sleeping clothes, one of her less favored clothes. Her hands would get dirty again tonight but she was long past the point of lingering on those regrets.

“Miss al-Ghul,” Alfred turned as she stepped towards him, having made sure she made adequate noise as a forewarning. “Having a good night?”

She tilted her head, eyes inquisitively peering at the spotless china display behind the butler.

“Ah, you must be curious about the fine ceramics we have currently displayed,” Alfred smiled. “Would you be so kind as to indulge an old butler on this topic?”

She had an idea about the kind of gift Alfred Pennyworth would appreciate.

——

“Uh, whatcha got there?”

She blinked, pulling bloodied hands away from her clothes where she had been inspecting them. The assassin that caused the damage on her clothes laid beneath her feet, still and lifeless. She blinked again.

Nightwing, Dick, stood in front of her, freshly showered from his patrol.

Some form of long forgotten instinct rose from the dry rotted fabric of her faded memories had her responding, ‘A smoothie.’

“…That’s… not a smoothie,” Dick said as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. “I’m pretty sure that’s an assassin?”

She shrugged. “He was after Damian. To force him into being the Demon’s head.” She paused. ‘I am tying up loose ends.’

Dick considered her. And the he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Right, okay. I’ll help you get rid of the evidence.”

She waved him off, clicking her fingers and looking over the room with critical eyes as the body and traces of the fight disappeared.

“Woah, handy.”

‘Very,’ she agreed. ‘Did you need something?’

He made a face. “That’s weird. It’s usually me asking that,” he muttered. “Uh, yeah. I just… wanted to thank you again. And uh, let you know that the others don’t know so if you could not tell them, that would be great?”

With a huff, she reached over and up to gently ruffle his hair. ‘Of course. Damian did not know either.’

“Right,” he breathed. “You get it.”

She gave him a knowing look. “Been avoiding thinking about it?”

He swallowed. “Yeah.”

She looked at him, silent. Offering a space to listen, and a quiet promise to offer no judgement.

“I don’t- it- I could have stopped her,” he told her, guilt and shame and the lingering whispering voice Catalina burrowing into his ears and heart.

And when he started, it seemed to him like he couldn’t stop. Dick told her of the things he felt as she got on top of him, of how numb and far away things were. How, if it rained, he couldn’t be in the quiet because it made him relive it.

“But… but you stopped her so I shouldn’t even be like this!”

‘It wasn’t your fault.’ She told him, the first thing she’s said since he’s started talking. ‘The only one at fault was her. You trusted her to stop. She did not. Her crimes were not yours to bear.’

She paused, taking in the refusal she could read on his face. “If someone beats another person, would you blame the person who was beaten?”

“No!”

‘Then you are kind. But you are so kind to others, why not yourself?’

Dick fell silent.

“I killed Ra’s,” she reminded him. “He allowed many others to partake in my body without my agreement.”

She leaned towards him, the admittance of something she had not even told Damian ringing painfully in her heart but made all the easier to say by the fact that one of her little brothers (the free, first Robin, the son who stood by Bruce’s side when she could not) needed her. “He himself partook in me. And yet,” she added, when Dick looked up. ‘It is difficult to forget. I am still afraid when I step onto the carpet on the sitting room.’

“The carpet? The rug? The fluffy one?” He asked, confused.

“It is like… your rain and silence,” she crossed her arms. ‘That and the sound of rustling silk reminds me of his chambers.’

“Oh.”

‘I killed him and it will not go away. Would you blame me for that?’

“No, that’s how healing is- oh.”

“Be kind, to yourself.”

His chin trembled. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“Ukhti.”

“Ukhti,” he parroted, aiming a watery and small smile her way.

She held out her arms and, with Dick’s tacit understanding, tucked him beneath her wings like she did with Damian. “Thank you for offering to get rid of the body, habibi. But I would not want you to get in trouble.”

“Eh, I’ve helped Jason deal with worse.”

‘Comforting.”

“I know, right?”

——

“Why the hell do you keep calling me Grave?” Jason asked her, grumbling as he tried to wire his new helmet after the last one got damaged.

She leaned back, basking in the sun on the new rugs. After their conversation, Dick had set fire to every fluffy rug in the house-

“What the hell, dude?!” Duke gaped as he watched Dick cheerfully toss an expensive rug into the impressive bonfire they had going on.

“Ukhti doesn’t like fluffy rugs,” Dick said with a straight face. Damian dragged another roll to the bonfire with a scowl. “Alfred Approved project, if you want to join~!”

Duke stared at him… and picked up a roll to toss into the fire.

- and bought new ones using Bruce’s credit cards.

“You got some of your memories back, in the league.” She hummed. “You liked reading. Poems.”

“What does that even have to do with Grave?”

“I remembered one. A line. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep…”

Jason twisted around. “Are you kidding me?”

She continued. “Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die.”

“But I did die.”

She shrugged. ‘People still remembered you. Gotham and Bruce cried at your loss. I saw it.’

She straightened and smiled a small smile at him. ‘Besides. You got better.’

Jason snorted. “You too, I guess.”

She hummed an agreement, eyes slipping closed in the warm light of the sun, relief after a long second life of cowering in the shadows of a man more like a demon than he was a grandfather.

#dc #Batman #apparently oc got inducted into the dc version of ROOT from Naruto #thanks bestie I hadn’t thought of that #oc gets isekaid and proceeds to have a shit of a time #oc in a discovery channel narrator voice: a Damian in his natural habitat is a relaxed creature #reincarnation #oc in dc #me: oc gets hugs.#my sister used to give me piggy back rides and I kinda miss it #when we were young #unfortunately she is now old as dirt and her back sounds like popping bubble wrap #oc: I would murder for cass if she’d let me #oc: wow I’m feeling guilty #also oc: *is holding back tears at genuine kindness*#they have a greenhouse bc I said so #also bc that’s where they keep Ivy’s plant samples on hand #and bc Alfred likes gardening and that was Bruce’s gift to him on Father’s Day #tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon #fuck you catalina flores #if she has no haters I’m dead #tw: talk of murder #tw: implied abuse #tw: sa #the specific grief of watching someone you raised/loved grow to be like the person who almost broke you

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thesorcerersapprentice · 6 months ago

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A little poster I made for Altaluna, the protagonist of The Sorcerer's Apprentice, and her elder sister, Catalina. I loved coming up with their catchphrases: "Altaluna, she's not the chosen one, she's the only one left; Catalina, she's not his first victim, but she is his last."

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luminouslywriting · 3 days ago

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The Water Is Fine (MOTA & BoB Crossover) Sister Snippets :)

-Angeles and Catalina want more than anything to have a love like their parents—their father is a tender man who took the time to learn Sign Language for the woman that he loved and help her communicate with others. He always get their mother flowers, dances with her in the kitchen without any music, and opens the door for all of his girls.

-Both Angeles and Catalina have matching cross necklaces that their father made for them out of silver—it's something that connects them across time and countries and war

-Angeles had more opportunities in France to study and meet people and is more of a social butterfly than her sister Catalina; Catalina, being hard of hearing, struggled to communicate in a country where ASL is not how Deaf or Hard of Hearing communicate.

-Catalina's favorite painter is Van Gogh and she adores sunflowers

-The sister's have their own version of Sign Language and part of it is coded messages for one another so that they can always communicate no matter what; it combines ASL with Morse Code and other gestures that they learned when they were kids

-Angeles cares for Catalina like a mother would care for her child because she was so heavily involved in the raising of Catalina

#mota fanfic #mota #mastersoftheair #masters of the air fanfic #masters of the air #oc originalfemalecharacters #my asks #the water is fine #angeles domingo #catalina domingo #sisters #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers oc #band of brothers fic #band of brothers

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michellemouse · 24 days ago

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Ok, I've been wanting to make this post for quite some time and I think it's time to do it

I will expose the person who harassed me and my friends during 2023

PLEASE READ THIS POST IT IS IMPORTANT, I NEED PEOPLE TO KNOW THE HARASSMENT I EXPERIENCED SO MUCH WITH MY FRIENDS

Her name is Tamara (I don't know if she changed her name but I will continue to call her by her old name anyway)

I remember meeting Tamara from a video Mausy shared at the end of February (specifically this video but that doesn't matter)

At that time I wanted to be her friend because we both shared the same interest, Wednesday's infidelity. The peculiar thing was that she was fascinated by Sui. Mouse x Wi Bf ship, so much so that when she met Mausy she started to hate her for THAT REASON

So, you're going to fight with someone just for a ship????

She started making videos making Mausy look like the typical "slut whore" from those cheap Yaoi hard gacha life stories

(Only example I found because the rest was deleted)

The funny thing about all this was that I, being her friend at the time, tried to convince her to stop doing it (since at that moment, Mausy meant a lot to me) and well, Tamara stopped doing it... BUT IT DIDN'T EVEN LAST 3 DAYS WHEN SHE DID THE SAME STUPIDITY AGAIN

A friend of mine named Skylar had found out what Tamara was doing with the character of Mausy and started to hate her. At that moment I was hoping that at least things would get better and that it wouldn't end badly (spoiler: everything went to shit-)

When it was Skylar's birthday, I had made a fanart of her along with Mausy and I as a birthday present. And it seems that Tamara felt so, SO bad when she saw that drawing that she made two videos saying that she prefers her "old friends" to her current friends.

I clarify that I had not included it for this reason:

Skylar didn't like Tamara and it would be bad taste to add a person you don't like to your own gift

https://youtu.be/oN9SWrWDHww?si=4rJPO3_lPUUyU2fY

In this video Tamara plays the victim and lies to her own subs that we were bad influences and that we were also damn ignorant (which is a lie)

I did all this FOR A MISERABLE DRAWING!!! A DAMN DRAWING!! You must be crazy to make a whole drama for a shitty drawing

When the war between Skylar and Tamara started, Skylar's brother named "Pow Mick" saw that his sister was suffering from cyberbullying, and he joined the drama to defend her. Tamara found out about Pow Mick's existence and dedicated a great deal of time to dedicate like a trillion videos to him killing him and ridiculing him globally (ALONG WITH HIS SISTER)

In all the videos, Tamara portrays herself as the poor victim who did nothing and just wanted to be happy with her "perfect" ship and her "old friends"

She thinks that others are just toxic people who aren't cool at all and that she's a "me nice" and also a "me cool xd" (I'M SORRY BUT HER TERRIBLE GRAMMAR KILLS ME JSJSJAKA)

One detail I want to mention is that when I was friends with Tamara, I really liked the character of Jur (who would basically be Wi Bf's rival). He was even going to be Stressed Mouse's opponent in my WI mod Mortimer Mix. During that period I had created an oc called "Catalina" (I'm not going to lie that it's literally Cloud xd) where I used to put her together with Jur

When I fought with Tamara, she used my Catalina oc to make a video where Jur cheats on her with a character that no one knows who she is

(The bad thing about this point is that I lost the drawing where I had created Catalina)

I don't know how she came up with the idea of making an OC that was not at all a copy of the character of Mausy (her name is literally Mausie...wow)

With that Oc she made videos saying that Mausie was better than Mausy

I don't remember if it was true that Tamara had made a video where she shipped Mausie with SUI.MOUSE... let's see, let's see, let's see... are you telling me that you hate a ship of a girl but at the same time you create a ship that is exactly the same as what YOU HATE?? how beautiful is hypocrisy

The worst thing is that one of Tamara's friends had also joined the drama to defend her and would also take on the role of Mausie, and she, along with Tamara, would copy the concept of "virtual sisters" that Mausy and I used to be

(Another detail I want to say is that Tamara's friend used to comment on my posts, making complaining comments like: "why do you make so many fangirls?", "I don't like that you make so many fangirls")

When she realizes that she can stop consuming content that she doesn't like to watch other content that she does like:😱😡😰

Tamara also made videos shipping her haters

So much so that Skylar mentions to me that she also shipped her along with HER BROTHER (AND THE WORST THING GETS WHEN YOU FIND OUT THEIR AGE, Skylar being 4 years older than her brother... 16 and 12 years old)

THIS MAKES TAMARA, IN ADDITION TO BEING A HYPOCRITE, ALSO A PROSHITTER!!! HOW DISGUSTING!!!

Extra:

A video where Tamara is accused of making an Islamophobic video

A video where she kills Mausy

Video showing how extreme Tamara is with other people's thoughts/ideologies Ok, it's fine that you want people to respect the LGBT community but... Was it necessary that way?

Yt post where Skylar exposes Tamara

Exposure of all accounts of Tamara + her accomplice:

Tamara's first account where she made most of the videos mentioned above

Tamara's secondary account (I don't know anything about this one)

Tamara's current account (It seems she lost her first account)

Possible account of the girl who took on the role of Mausie and who defended Tamara

PLEASE REBLOG/SHARE THIS POST, I NEED HELP TO GET MORE PEOPLE TO SEE THIS!!!!!

#important post #please reblog #please help #tw harassment #tw: harassment #proship #anti selfship #cyberbullying #cyberbullies #problematic #tw: killing #tw: death #full of hate #post exposure #bad english #<- I say this cuz there are parts that are wrong (I wanted to do it quickly and I was also nervous)#islamphobia

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isacksteban · 30 days ago

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My F1 OC :3

Birth Name: Catalina Del Vecchio

Nickname: Cat (looks around.)

Parents: Chiara Del Vecchio & Valentino Rossi

Birthday: April 28th, 1999

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Height: 170cm (5’7)

MBTI Type: ENTP

Nationality: Italian

Starts karting at 4 (she was never interested in bikes)

F4 wdc at 15, F3 at 16-17, wdc at 18, F1 at 19

Prema 15-17, Mercedes Reserve 18, Mercedes Driver 19+

She races under the number '68'

Won her first wdc with Merc at 22 in 2021

Her parents were never officially together

Her mom was a grid girl 1995-2000

Valentino had full custody of her

She's super close to her uncle Maro (Luca Marini)

She loves her little half-sisters Guilietta and Gabriella

She likes having a different last name from her father

She grew up super close to Jack, Max and Mick

She got her undergraduate degree in Feminist, Gender, and Sexuality Studies at Stanford University (mainly online)

F4: A Record-Breaking Start

At just 15 years old, Catalina entered the Italian F4 Championship, and it quickly became evident that she was a force to be reckoned with. Despite being one of the youngest drivers on the grid, she showcased maturity and skill beyond her years. Her aggressive yet calculated driving style earned her multiple pole positions and race victories, culminating in her clinching the championship in her rookie season.

Her dominance in F4 not only set records but also turned heads in the racing world. With her wins came comparisons to legends, though Catalina remained focused on her own path. She credited her success to years of hard work in karting and the unwavering support of her father, who was often seen cheering her on at the track — when the MotoGP calendar allowed.

F3: A Star in the Making

Catalina’s move to FIA Formula 3 at 16 marked her entry into a more competitive and physically demanding series. Racing for Prema Racing, she faced seasoned rivals and tighter competition, but Catalina thrived under pressure. Her second year in F3 was nothing short of sensational. She battled wheel-to-wheel with some of the best young drivers, delivering standout performances that often left fans and commentators in awe.

Her crowning achievement came at the end of her second season when she won the F3 World Championship at just 17, making history yet again as one of the youngest champions ever. Her ability to adapt, take risks, and recover from setbacks was unmatched, solidifying her reputation as a future Formula 1 star.

Despite the immense pressure, Catalina remained grounded, attributing her success to her team — prema — her family, and her unyielding passion for racing. She often said that her father taught her to “focus on the process, not the outcome,” a mantra she carried into every race.

The Transition to F1: Breaking Barriers

After winning the F3 title, Catalina made the jump to Formula 2 at 18, but her time there was brief. Mercedes-AMG Petronas F1 Team quickly took notice of her talent and announced her as their reserve driver in the same year — after spending an undisclosed amount of money to buy her from Prema/Ferrari. This decision sparked excitement and curiosity across the motorsport community, with many seeing it as a sign of Mercedes’ commitment to nurturing young talent.

In late 2018 Mercedes confirmed Catalina as a full-time Formula 1 driver for the 2019 season. The announcement was a historic moment, as Catalina became the youngest female driver to join the F1 grid. She described the moment as "surreal," standing on stage alongside Toto Wolff as the world celebrated her achievement.

Catalina’s promotion to Formula 1 was a testament to her relentless hard work and undeniable skill. It also symbolized the breaking of barriers in a sport traditionally dominated by men. As she prepared for her rookie season, Catalina expressed her gratitude for the opportunity while vowing to prove herself worthy of the iconic Mercedes seat.

“I’m a Formula 1 driver and I'm here to win,” she said during her unveiling. “This is just the beginning.”

2019 Australian GP

Catalina's first Formula 1 race was supposed to be the crowning moment of her journey, but fate had other plans. Her chassis caught fire midway through the race, forcing her to retire. Standing in front of the press after the chaotic day, Catalina's exhaustion was evident — not just from the race but from the patronizing questions that awaited her.

As soon as she stepped into the media pen, the male-dominated press wasted no time in making her feel out of place.

“So, Catalina, do you think Formula 1 is a bit too demanding for you, considering today’s result?” one journalist asked, the first of the group to speak coherently.

Another chimed in, “Do you think your lack of experience played a role in the incident? Have you considered that maybe Mercedes rushed you into F1 too quickly?”

Catalina, trying to maintain her composure, responded curtly, “The fire was caused by a mechanical failure, not by my driving or my experience. It’s unfortunate, but these things happen in motorsport. As I drove a spark flew into an unsecure part of my chassis and the heat and moisture from my engine led to it catching ablaze.”

But the questions kept coming, each one dripping with subtle (and not-so-subtle) sexism.

“Do you think you have what it takes to compete with the big boys? After all, it’s a steep learning curve.”

“Do you feel guilty for not delivering for Mercedes today?”

Her patience was wearing thin. Catalina clenched her jaw, forcing a smile as she spoke up.

“Let me make one thing clear,” she said, her voice steady but laced with malice. “This isn’t about me being a woman in Formula 1. It’s about me being a driver in Formula 1. Cars catch fire. Parts fail. It’s part of the sport, and I don’t see anyone asking my male colleagues if they’re too ‘inexperienced’ or if they ‘belong’ here when they retire due to technical issues. Did you ask Ricciardo this when he had to retire when his front wing fell apart? Or when Kubica made contact with Gasly?”

The crowd of journalists shifted uncomfortably, but she wasn’t done.

“Let’s focus on what actually matters, shall we? I’m here to compete, and I’ve earned my place on this grid. I've worked just as hard if not harder than some of the people on the gird alongside me regardless of what's in my pants that seems to bother you all so deeply. If anyone doubts that, they can keep doubting me while I prove them wrong on track. Is that all?”

Catalina’s words cut through the noise, silencing the room momentarily. Some journalists looked taken aback; others nodded in reluctant agreement.

As she walked away from the pen, her head held high, the moment sent a powerful message. Catalina Del Vecchio was more than ready to fight — not just against her rivals on the track but against the outdated perceptions that plagued the sport.

#idk #this is so rushed guys #shes a baddie #f1 #formula 1 #f1 oc #oc #original character #motogp #moto gp #cd68

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 4 months ago

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Bunch of New OCs

Descendants

Calen (x Ben) & Morrigan (x Jane) in Control – the children of Chernabog, very powerful magic users who grew up on the isle. Not a part of any crew, preferred to just stick together, but Calen has a history with both Harry and Jay, and Morrigan has a history with Evie. TBD if they're invited to Auradon or if they just invite themselves, here to cause chaos

Chernabog takes a technically female presenting body when trapped by the isle magic and is Aubrey Plaza probably but also maybe Kathryn Hahn idk?

Glee

Lucinda (Patti Lupone) & Vanessa (Kathryn Hahn) Hope in The Art Of Making Art – Danny's mothers, details in Danny's intro

(ft. introduced Nadia & Pip, Danny's therapist and boyfriend respectively)

Heartstopper

Isabella Belly Spring in Personal Best – Charlie's twin sister, probably has BPD because i can't write any mentally stable ocs rn, autistic queen, bit of a loner at Higgs but she and Elle have always been close so when she transfers, baby girl gets pulled into the friend squad with Darcy & Tara, Ben's ex girlfriend (while he was also with Charlie, dumped him when she found out about that) and current president of the Ben Hate Squad

Juniper Catalina Solano in A Place In This World – Nick’s best friend, moved away when they were 13 (basically just before his kiss with Tara and before he became friends with Imogen), they stayed in touch and are still very very close

Details iffy but her parents die early in season 1 and it was in their will that if anything happened to them, they wanted their daughter to live with Sarah Nelson (they got along well and trusted her, she wasn’t their very best friend but they knew it was the best choice for their daughter), so she’s just moved back

Marvel (Agatha All Along)

Naomi Kaplan in Darkest Hour, Wake Thy Power – William Kaplan's twin sister, not a Maximoff but born with magic (tbd what kind of witch she is but loves crystals and tarot readings even before knowing she's a witch), can immediately tell that something is Not Right with her brother after the accident (maybe also died/almost died in the accident and that's when her magic kicks in? tbd), the only one who knows the full truth of who he is, invites herself along when Billy goes to find Agatha

Renna Vidal / Renna Vidal-Harkness in Earthly And Divine – Rio & Agatha's magically created witch daughter, Nicky's older sister. Withdrew from both of her parents after Nicky died and might never have reconnected with them if she hadn't somehow gotten herself swept up in Billy Kaplan's plan to walk the Witches' Road

Elizabeth Zella Maximoff in Maiden, Mother, Crone – Billy & Tommy's triplet, ends up in a slightly older body after the Hex breaks down, finds Billy completely by chance and now will not rest until they get Tommy back too

bonus: Kassandra's AAA title is Glory At The End & Cheryl's is Sewn With Fate

RWRB

Christian Douglas Charles William Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor in History Has Its Eyes On You – Youngest prince, 18/19 when everything starts, gay and closeted, adores Henry more than anything in the world

dating Emilia Harper Claremont-Diaz, who knows that he's gay and is okay with being his public beard and forever best friend, but Mary is starting to put more and more pressure on him to propose

Emilia Harper Claremont Diaz in History Has Its Eyes On You– baby of the Claremont-Diaz family, she is in her first or second year at GWU in RWRB. Was a total daddy's girl growing up and never outgrew the pain of Oscar leaving. Majoring in International Relations because she feels like she has to and minoring in art history because she loves it, undiagnosed ADHD like her brother. Often referred to as the People's Princess in the US and as the American Princess internationally, loves Texas with all her heart, Secret Service codename is Buttercup which she chose because of her favourite Powerpuff Girl

Fashion icon (not as much as June though), idolizes her big sister forever, social media star, loves art and art history and museums and creating art, often feels like she might not be smart enough to make her family proud, happily fake dating her best friend Christian Fox

named after Harper Lee and Emilia Casanova de Villaverde, probably goes by her middle name (except with Oscar's family) but tbd

Titans

Morvan Abbott (x Jason Todd) in Abyss – Rowena Abbott's younger, lowkey the reason she was in jail (specifically, she killed their step father while protecting Morvan from him). After Rowena's arrest he ran away, found himself taken in by a woman with powers somewhat similar to his own and a vested interest in not letting Trigon destroy the world. After Rowena ends up with Dick and Rachel, they encounter this woman on their search for answers, and Rowena finally sees her baby brother again

ty everyone @the-witching-ash @ocmerunaway @ginevrastilinski-ocs @cecexwrites @manyfandomocs for listening to me not shut up about these ideas for sooooooo long i appreciate y'all also the ouat squad is still coming but i might die before i figure that shit out so also maybe not idk they're turning in my brain like a rotisserie chicken

edit: also still need to do the teen wolf coven but that's a future problem

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p-a-c-k · 1 month ago

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Okay finally gonna talk about my other ocs from Izakk's canon universe that is not DC or Gotham related at all-

First up is his boyfriend Jason! (Who I renamed Jaxon for his Gotham au because his partner being named Jason and his brother being named Jason just sounds awkward. No he's not named after Jason Todd he was named that before I learned of him)

His name is Jason Luis Kyles (not Kyle like Catwoman)

Age: 24

Birthday: November 22, 2001

Sign: Sagittarius

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender Identity: Cis Male

Pronouns: he/him

Height: 6'2/187.96 cm

Weight: 192 lbs/87.09 kg

Eye color: green

Hair color: dirty blonde (natural)

Hair texture: 2b

Race: Cuban/Caucasian

Relationship status: taken

Occupation: highschool basketball coach

Languages spoken: English/Spanish

Personality: kind, gentle, can be snappy and sarcastic, when you get to know him you learn there's a lot of deep seeded anger and self loathing deep inside, very protective, fiercely loyal.

Mother: Catalina Itxaro Kyles

Father: Richard Holt Kyles

Brother(s): none

Sister(s): Jasmine Taylor Kyles

Sibling(s): none

Partner(s): Izakk Tiberius James

Children: Wyatt Cole Garrett, Violet Anne Kyles

Best friend(s): Ashton Jamie Simms

Friend(s): Damien Truett Hudson, Brianna Elise Hudson, Blakely Ford James, Paige Amaya Torres, Jacob Owen James, Dare Corbin Laws, Izaya Logan James, Ashley Serena Simms

Ex(es): Rose Marie Carsons

Enemies: Malcom Reese Arden, Richard Holt Kyles

Pet(s): Pomeranian named Peanut

Likes: spicy food, dogs, walking, his fiance, spending time with people, basketball, freedom, romance novels, fighting, heavy metal, Supernatural(tv show), when Izakk calls him Sunshine

Dislikes: his father, being told what to do, wealthy people, Malcolm, fire, Izakk being upset, being called King Kyles, Crab

Body Modification(s): pierced earlobes, Izakk's nickname (Izzy) written in Izakk's handwriting where his heart is

Disorder(s): PTSD, ADHD, partially deaf in his right ear

Picrew Time-

Bonus of him and Izakk-

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demonsteapot · 3 months ago

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WHICH ONE OF YOUR OCS

uh...

WILL TAKE CHARGE OF COOKING AT A SOCIAL GATHERING???

And which one will attack a guest, with what weapon, and how are they pacified?

OK SO

viv can cook but he would never take charge of it. that responsibility falls to either his sister ling (café owner) or to bronnie (thirtyish angelhunter who doesn't have her life together), who can do it but is very much in the 'i'll do it if no one else fucking will' mindset about these things. if it's a feast involving a beast of some sort, the thing (usually an adult millipede, which can feed a few dozen people) is usually bagged by either bernadette or fran, though not together – they were hunting buddies once, but not anymore. viv invites november, who shows up exclusively to eat scraps off the floor. catalina shows up with the rest of her team as gatecrashers. fran starts a fistfight with scratch over something trivial, valentine joins in for kicks, and bronnie has to wrestle them apart, which she does with relative ease. nova has a panic attack halfway through the night and ends up with her jaws clamped around scratch's throat. viv pacifies her by humming a vocaloid song that she played several thousand times over the two years she spent reconstructing him, which he also does as a stress response. ling gently encourages vivian to take nova home before she hurts anyone else. scratch asks nova to maul him again and she jumps out a window. mincey (viv's one-sided rival who he is a clone of) also gatecrashes with his team of cleaner androids in order to challenge vivian to a rainshade duel. ling stops them, but only to make them take it outside, at which point they are both humiliated and decide to just take a walk together, since neither of them like parties anyway

#bernadette rambles #oc talk

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tangledbea · 1 year ago

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I recently learned that not only was Ariana named after a certain showrunners daughter, but that Catalina was the name of his other daughter, who Red was named after in S3 as almost an afterthought. It made me think, couldn't Willow have been named Catalina instead. I think it would've been nice, the two sisters named after the two daughters. Plus, Rapunzel could've called her Aunt Cat.

I also think that knowing this knowledge, it's a little strange that Ariana got shafted, since you'd think the character named after you know who's daughter would be his favorite character, but no.

P. S. I find it hilarious that the tag you use is "Executive producer CS" because honestly, he deserves to be he who shall not be named. Keep up the good work 👍

The thing is, aspects of Arianna -- her traveling the world and keeping a journal -- were inspired by the real Arianna. She wasn't just named after her, she was absolutely inspired by her. And I can't really hesitate to say that she was the favorite child. This is info I got from crew members who saw CS interact with each of them.

I wouldn't want Willow to be named Catalina, because, while it would be sweet for the sisters to be named after the sisters, Willow was only in one episode. Talk about inequitable!

Arianna got shafted because they didn't know what to do with her once they had her. CS wanted the focus to be on the character he projected onto (Frederic) and his face OC (Cassandra).

Thanks for your vote of confidence. XD I'm glad I'm not the only person I amuse!

#Tangled #Tangled the Series #Queen Arianna #Catalina #Red #TTS #Answered

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reverendazmx · 10 months ago

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another batch of oc redesigns

#azmx ocs #ocs #my ocs #ref sheet #oc: father amos #oc: sister catalina #oc: nick #oc: adam #oc: jude #oc: natalia #oc: caininus

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mikashisus · 1 month ago

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TATT chapter 2.5 footnotes !!!

since i went over the word limit on ao3, i just decided to put all the notes here and then link this post on ao3 😭😭 now commencing the breakdown of each scene in TATT chapter 2.5!!

SCENE 1:

this was sm fun to start out with, as gwen is kind of like that extroverted friend that we all need. she's kind, caring, and always willing to help others around her. the mc is obviously grateful for her willingness to help with a situation she's not 100% knowledgeable about. BUT the mc is also kinda standoffish here, bc many of the sisters at the church are so utterly devoted to barbatos that they can't fathom ever viewing him in a bad light. and that is why the mc is unwilling to have gwen help - but she caves anyw because she doubts gwen is the same as the sisters.

SCENE 2:

this was by far my favorite scene to write!! the part with arbor makes me giggle every time. he's supposed to be super attractive, so the mc seeing him without his shirt on makes her brain short circuit LMAO. i personally have no interest in men, but when it comes to fictional men being shirtless i'm like HELLOOOOO SAILORRR. mayhaps mayhaps setting up a bit of romanceeee between arbor and the mc hehe ;)

also put some of my oc lore into the mix here with the mentions of catalina and barbatos being super close! catalina is one of my many genshin ocs!!

the description of the blair family home was hard for me. i imagine them having all kinds of knickknacks, banners, blankets, weapons, and plants inside their home! they may not be the most exciting family since most of them are introverts, but they definitely know how to decorate and have fun! i left a few easter eggs in here that will make sense in future chapters ;))

SCENE 3:

another personal favorite of mine. this scene was extremely emotional for me to write, as i not only wrote rukkhadevata as being a sort of older sister or mother figure to barbatos, but it's also the first mention of fate and time being brought up by someone other than barbatos. and it's the big reveal that barbatos' fate had been changed, as well as the mc's! there's a mention of a divine trial too, and that'll be touched upon in the next chapter ;)

i rlly liked how this scene came out in terms of not only emotions being conveyed, but the way i was able to describe things and rukkhadevata's characterization. i think i did an okay job on that last one! i rlly like writing how the og archons may have interacted, so do expect more of that in the future!!

SCENE 4:

the training arc aaaaaaa where do i begin!!! i had the MOST fun writing this scene out of all the others!

setting up arbor as a second lead and further diving into his personality was a field day for me haha. as well as describing how the blair family operates and how they spend their free time with each other!

and then getting into how gwen is also a skilled swordsmaster and even more brutal than her brother when it comes to her swordswork (idk the correct term TT). and how arbor is a very strict teacher and only demands perfection… which was how he was taught when he learned from his master ("student becomes the teacher"). the second hint alluding to arbor and gwen's real identities can be found many times in this scene ;)

SCENE 5:

writing gwen and barbatos' dynamic is just… SO much fun and makes me smile whenever i do.

barbatos was the one who practically raised her, so that's why they're as close as they are. she sees him as a father figure, and he views her as his own daughter.

(another hint to her real identity is leaked here!)

the part where she puts him on the altar and prays to the winds to receive help in healing him was by far my favorite part of this scene to write, as well as their "reunion" afterwards. they warm my heart TT i truly adore father-daughter found family dynamics in media, since my own relationship with my father is extremely rocky.

some of my favorites include joel and ellie from TLOU, and geralt and ciri from the witcher.

SCENE 6:

ah… this scene… the one that took me the longest to write bc i was stuck on it for forever TT i originally had no idea where i wanted to go with this scene aside from including egeria and focalors, but after lots and lots and LOTS of thinking and revising old scenes, i knew exactly what i wanted to write! and i think it came out beautifully!

focalors' advice to barbatos really got me thinking… i sat there for awhile after finishing the scene, just contemplating life… and my own morals.

focalors is a little ooc here, but i think it's okay since this was thousands of years before what we know her personality to be in present day teyvat. this was her when she was still naive - like how she fashioned furina to be. so i think her being a little more timid and naive but also still holding a bit of wisdom bc of her time serving under egeria is rlly in character - despite me saying she's ooc lmao

SCENE 7:

a last minute addition to this chapter!! i realized jean hadn't been brought up for a while now, and i wanted to make her relationship with the mc super relevant to this fic, so i included this scene!

there's also some things in this scene that will pave the way for future chapters. such as, the mc's research into memories and leylines, and the similarities she has with her mother whom she hates.

her brother was brought up for (possibly) the first time! he won't be super relevant, but he may be brought up in future flashback scenes.

also idk if it was obvious, but this scene included two flashbacks, as well as a major hint to the first scene of the next chapter! ;))

WITH THAT SAID, a lot of love was poured into this chapter, and i'm really proud of how it came out. yes, it took me 8 months to work on, but quality over quantity right!! all that time allowed me to put a lot more thought and effort into this fic, as well as fleshing out the main plot points and setting up things for future events.

i def think i did a way better job on this chapter than i did on the last two. that's mainly bc i improved a lot since 2023 and april 2024! i hope that the next two don't take me a full year to work on next time, but they may seeing as they're supposed to be way longer than the last two chapters combined TT

thank u if u've stuck around all this time for this fic, i really really REALLY appreciate u all being here and following me on this journey. this fic is def a passion project for me, as i've put sm of my time and effort into it, as well as my heart and my soul. thank u from the bottom of my heart for all the support and love u continue to show me and this fic that means the absolute to me. i wish there was some way for me to make it up to all of u 😔🤍

OKAY enough of my yapping, i need to go eat dinner lmao. hoping to work on the next chapter very very soon! but for now, im gonna take a break from writing to allow myself some rest. self care and love is important!!

#— thus always to tyrants 🪴#— [ rambles ] ; eydís talks!#genshin impact #venti

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