#oh are they gonna have red hood more mysterious here

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Awaugh I love his design here...

[ghostlyglimmer]

The Fun Zone Part 5

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Summary:

Danny Fenton’s part-time job at The Fun Zone—a chaotic arcade and entertainment center that’s secretly a gang front—was going great until a certain vigilante stormed in to shut the place down.

Danny was midway through cleaning up the aftermath of another chaotic birthday party when the arcade's doors burst open with a loud bang. He looked up from the counter, frowning at the sound of heavy boots on the tile floor.

And there they were. Gotham’s infamous crime clown duo: the Joker, grinning ear to ear, and Harley Quinn, twirling her oversized mallet like it was a baton. The noise of the arcade seemed to dim as they strolled in, the chaotic energy in the room shifting instantly.

Danny sighed, setting down his mop. “Welcome to The Fun Zone. Do you guys need tokens, or are we skipping straight to the part where you try to destroy the place?”

Joker cackled, the sound grating enough to set Danny’s teeth on edge. “Oh, I like this one, Harley! Look at him—calm, cool, and snarky. You’ve got spunk, kid.”

Harley leaned on her mallet, chewing gum noisily. “You’re real cute, too. Shame we’re gonna have to wreck this joint.”

Danny didn’t flinch. “You’re going to wreck the Fun Zone? Really? That’s like kicking a puppy for fun. You’re already hated; do you really need to go lower?”

Joker’s grin widened impossibly. “Oh, but that’s the fun part! I’ve heard this place is under new management, and I just couldn’t resist. Red Hood’s little side hustle? How could I not come check it out?”

Danny casually leaned against the counter. “Right. So this is about Hood. Figures.”

Joker tilted his head, his voice dropping to an ominous tone. “Careful, kid. You’ve got some sass, but you don’t want to push my buttons.”

“Oh no,” Danny deadpanned, pretending to tremble. “The big scary clown is threatening me.”

Joker’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second before he reached into his coat, pulling out what looked like a grenade. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But you’re about to see how far those guts go when I—”

Before he could finish, Danny flicked his wrist imperceptibly, sending a subtle pulse of ghost energy toward the grenade. It glowed faintly green before the pin mysteriously shot back into place, the safety mechanism re-engaging.

Joker blinked, staring at the grenade. “Huh. That’s weird.”

“Guess you need to check your equipment,” Danny said, his voice dry as he tapped the counter. “Might be time for an upgrade.”

Harley narrowed her eyes. “Something ain’t right here, Puddin’.”

Danny leaned in, smirking. “What gave it away? The fact that your little party favor didn’t work, or the part where I’m still standing here, not caring?”

Joker’s grin returned, though it was a little tighter now. “You’re a bold one, kid. Let’s see how you handle a real show.”

With a snap of his fingers, Harley vaulted over the counter, swinging her mallet. Danny ducked effortlessly, letting the weapon smash into a row of plastic cups instead of his head.

“Careful!” Danny called, his tone playful. “You break it, you buy it!”

Harley growled, swinging again. This time, Danny stepped back and discreetly used his ghost powers to phase through the wall behind him, disappearing from sight.

“What the—?” Harley whipped around, searching for him. “Where’d he go?!”

Danny reappeared on the other side of the counter, acting as if nothing had happened. “Over here. You might wanna get your eyes checked, lady.”

Joker’s gaze sharpened. “How’d you do that?”

Danny shrugged. “Trade secret. You gonna buy some tokens, or are we still pretending you’re scary?”

Joker’s smile twisted into something more sinister. “Oh, I’m scary, all right. Harley, smash him.”

Harley lunged again, but this time Danny subtly summoned a small burst of ectoplasmic energy, sending a stack of bowling balls rolling directly into her path. She tripped with a loud thud, her mallet clattering to the floor.

“Oops,” Danny said, his voice oozing fake innocence. “Must’ve been gravity.”

Joker snarled, pulling a gun from his coat. “That’s it! No more games!”

Before he could fire, the lights in the arcade flickered, a faint green glow radiating from the fixtures. The temperature dropped, and an eerie mist began to creep along the floor. Danny, standing perfectly still, allowed just a fraction of his ghostly aura to seep out, his eyes glowing faintly green as he stared them down.

Joker hesitated, clearly unnerved. “What… what is this?”

Danny smiled coldly. “This? This is the part where you leave.”

Harley scrambled to her feet, grabbing Joker’s arm. “Uh, Puddin’? Maybe we should bounce.”

“But—” Joker started, only to glance around at the flickering lights and green glow. He scowled, pocketing his gun. “Fine. This place is lame anyway. Let’s go.”

As they retreated, Joker turned back, his grin returning. “You’re lucky, kid. But next time…”

“Next time,” Danny interrupted, his voice low and echoing faintly, “you’ll wish you stayed away.”

Joker’s grin faltered again, and he quickly shuffled out the door with Harley in tow.

When they were gone, Danny let out a breath, allowing the lights to stabilize and the temperature to return to normal. He glanced around at the few stunned patrons who had been hiding behind arcade machines.

“Attention, everyone!” Danny called, his usual cheerful tone back. “The Fun Zone is now clown-free. Mini-golf is still half-price. Enjoy!”

He grabbed his mop and went back to work, grinning to himself.

[euniexenoblade]

Choose Your Own Smutty Halloween Adventure - Prologue

"Hiiii everyone! It's me, Mordred! Breaking the fourth wall to bring you an all new fun smutty adventure! Let me welcome you to The Fucking Game!"

Curtains, that you previously never noticed on your screen, rise up to reveal a game show set. On the left side of the set there sits five yellow, cushy seats. On the right side are shackles chained to the wall, the only part of the set where the yellow striped wallpaper is disturbed. Between the two is a small wall to prevent the sides from seeing each other.

"Now, I know what you're asking, 'Mordred, what is The Fucking Game, and why the fuck are you breaking the fourth wall?!' Well, my dear reader, it's very simple, it's like the The Dating Game, except it's fucking, and you're reading it. And, it needs a host, and who better than me?"

"Oh, and did I mention it's a Halloween special? So, ya know, monsters and shit."

"Shall we meet our lovely slut I mean, bachelorette?"

Two hooded figures pull a girl out by the ankles, she seems to have been knocked out, sliding across the floor as they drag her. The hooded figures take the shackles and close them on the girl's wrists before walking away.

"Allow me to introduce you to-" Mordred turns around. The girl is unconscious on the ground. Mordred turns back to the camera. "Hmm. Hold on one second folks." Mordred walks off screen, but can be heard somewhat, "Go wake her the fuck up I have smut to write you dumbfucks!"

Two hooded figures walk back on stage, one has a stun baton. The figure lightly taps the girl with it. The girl screams, jumping awake and puts her back on the wall, cowering. The hooded figures walk off screen.

Mordred now walks back on screen. "Now! Allow me to introduce you to Delilah!"

"Where am I?! What is going on?! I want to go home!"

Mordred looks disappointed. "FINE! I'LL DO THAT TOO!" Delilah is a 30 year old trans woman from California. She's a college dropout, has had only one relationship with a cis dude and it ended badly, and now she's looking for love in all the wrong places~"

"I am?"

"Yes. You are. Today, Delilah will find true love. Or die trying I suppose, I don't know, it's not up to me. I'm just a host."

"But now, let me introduce you to the people she's gonna fuck!"

"Fuck?"

Mordred groans. "Yes, fuck, it's The Fucking Game, keep up girlie."

"Anyways, our first contestant, hailing from the forests out east, Gerold the Werewolf."

A big wolf walks out onto the stage. He stands at about 9 feet tall on two legs, covered in fur, hunched a bit, his big teeth obvious despite his snout being closed. He sits in the first yellow chair and looks into the camera and speaks, "My name is Gerold, but I go by Gere, because there are hundreds of werewolves, but there's only one Gerewolf." Crowd laughter is heard. What crowd? Who knows. "I deserve to have this girl as a personal fuck toy, because I am loyal and devoted. Though I may have a thousand victims, I'll have only one fuck toy. You'll never worry about where I am or who I'm with, I'm a werewolf, not a WHEREwolf." More crowd laughter.

The camera pans back to Mordred. "Ha ha ha isn't he a hoot? Now here's our second contestant, Lilith, the Demon Queen from Hell."

The camera pans back to the chairs, a tall woman with red skin walks onto stage. She plops into the second yellow chair, she has a black bra and black panties on, black hair to her shoulders, and big horns sticking out of her head. As she speaks, you can see her razor sharp teeth, "Hi there, I'm Lilith, and I'm a bat outta Hell." Mordred can subtly be heard saying "I don't think she knows what that phrase means...." Lilith continues, "I like long walks on the lava beach, I love to fuck, and baby, I know hell, so I have the experience to make this relationship work." The mystery crowd claps.

Once again, the focus is on Mordred. "Isn't she just lovely? A true romantic if I've ever seen one. And, now, our third contestant, Priscilla the Ghost Girl."

Back to the stage, a blue-ish, translucent being floats over to the middle chair. She looks like a cartoon ghost, big black circles for eyes, a mouth that's a line and moves to a circle shape as she talks, "Hello everyone, I'm Priscilla, the ghost with the most! I don't go out often, since I'm stuck to the house I'm haunting. But, that said, I'm a homeowner, I read a lot, and I love to stay home and give you all the attention you need." The mystery crowd can be heard going 'awww.'

"Wait she's done already?" Mordred whines before noticing the camera is back on her. "Oh, hi there, isn't she just the best?! Now, let's move on to our fourth contestant, Slosha the Slime Princess!"

Camera pans back to the chairs, and a green, moist, almost slug shaped being moves across the floor, leaving a trail the whole way. Once she gets to the fourth chair, she morphs her body into a humanoid shape, big breasts, big belly, even fake slime hair. As she sits down into the chair you can see the chair get moist through her body. "Hiiiiiiiiiii! I'm Slosha! I am the Princess of the great slime empire! I lovvvvve to eat, so you know I'm gonna have so much fun digesting you! But I love to play with my foooood, so if you become my sex toy I'll never leave you alone! And, since I'm royalty, you have to do whatever I tell you to do or I will have you executed ^_^"

Mordred speaks to the camera, "Holy fuck, isn't she just beautiful? Actual royalty on our show? That's so cool. Anyways, thank you readers for being patient, we're almost done. One final contestant, possibly the charismatic of them all, allow me to introduce you tooooo: Pumpkin!"

Back to the stage. A pumpkin falls from the roof into the last chair. It has no other discernible features. It can not speak. It is just a pumpkin. The mystery crowd goes crazy with applause.

"Isn't Pumpkin just lovely, folks? Now for the the game to truly to begin. Delilah will now pick which contestant she wants alone time with. And by pick, I mean she gets whatever you tell her she gets."

"Wait, what? I don't want this-"

"Did I tell you to speak?" Mordred says in a stern tone. Delilah goes quiet.

"That's right! It's you" Mordred points at you, the person reading this, "who gets to choose who Delilah gets fucked by!" Delilah gulps. "Now, reader, it's up to you, begin the game."

Link to round one.

[toweroftickles]

Reimagined Tickling #5

Fairy Tail/The Legend of Korra

A lot of times when I see a tickling scene in a movie or TV show, I imagine how fun it would be to see other characters in those same situations. You know, like "Oh I wanna see X character get tickled like that." So I thought I'd try writing a few drabbles where I'll take a famous tickle scene and reinterpret it with new characters in new settings.

This one was a request from my readers! Let’s see how Avatar Korra fares, living through Lucy Heartfilia’s torment from Virgo.

This story takes place during TLOK Season One.

Late-night puddle droplets splished into the air and drenched Korra’s heavy tundra-camel boots with every thunderous step. The brickwork backstreet was too crowded for her to use her bending arts safely, but she wasn’t going to let her target escape.

“Hey! Get back here!!” she shouted.

Through the window of Narook's Noodlery where she and her Fire Ferrets celebrated, Korra had spied the girl outside...a scrawny little scarecrow, couldn't have been more than 10 or 11, all in seaweed-colored rags of ill fit, with tufts of bright orange plumage shooting out from beneath her aviator goggles. She'd been struggling to remove the hubcaps from Asami’s car. A street rat kid rummaging for auto parts? Probably part of the Badgermole Triad. Well, if Officer Lin was too busy with “important city matters” to deal with them, Korra would do it herself.

The Avatar pushed and shoved her way through the crowd, lagging behind a diminutive thief who had the ability to simply slip underneath the sea of legs. For a moment, her pursuit was blocked by a busy traffic intersection...the girl was already across the street and fleeing fast...but Korra quickly dodged and flipped between the charging vehicles. As one car pulled out into the road, milliseconds before crashing into it, she vaulted legs-first over the engine hood, a blast of air propelling her along to the sidewalk on the other side, and the squeeeaaeeaaaky slide over hot metal nearly rubbed her butt-cheek raw.

"GET OUTTA THE STREET, YA MORON!" The pedestrian driver's horn rattled her eardrums.

Yow!! Ow ow ow ow ow! Korra hissed to herself, clutching her sore behind as she ran. (Well…it was more of a limping hop.) Ugh, that’s gonna smart for a while…

The chase led down a limestone alcove, hidden beneath a dumpster behind the Cabbage Corp building, down a wrought iron ladder that bored flakes of rust into Korra’s palms, and into the cyclical catacombs of the Warrens. Why did these dumb squirts have so much energy? She was nearly out of breath and about to call off the pursuit, when she found herself in the atrium of a massive cave.

The city lights above illuminated the red-brown earth floor. All across the sprawling portal were the bodies of countless wrecked vehicles, no doubt used in the illegal racing circuit. Satomobiles and Cabbage Car chassis of all colors littered the pools of light like croutons in soup, their parts creaking and groaning against each other. And at the far end of the cavern, past the musty graveyard of wheels and springs, there stood the kid, her back to Korra, perfectly still.

Was she oblivious, or planning something? Korra wasn't gonna wait to find out. Uncaring about noise or stealth, she charged.

Now I've got you!

Without a turn, without even a sideways glance, the mysterious child stomped a bare and bandaged foot into the dirt.

The ground beneath Korra's feet instantly dropped away like a trapdoor. “WHOA!!!” Korra yelped and tried to stop herself, but her momentum slid her down the ramp-like opening on her heel and carried her right into the maw of this newly-dug pit. She barely had time to steady herself either - as soon as she wobbled to a stable position, four large rectangles of stone, thick as concrete slabs, rose up vertically around her and rushed at her from all angles. On pure instinct she threw her arms out to the sides to block them, and her wrists were greeted by a crushing weight that nearly shattered them to splinters. She winced and shouted as the walls pushed against her hands, boxing her in and forcing their way closer and closer to her, but somehow, her throbbing arms held firm. Her energy was drained from the chase, but eventually, the blocks ground to a slow stop, and the dust settled.

Korra wheezed. Whew. I was almost a pancake. She felt like she was trapped inside a chimney. Unable to clearly see her surroundings, she glanced up to find the little sticky-fingers on the ledge of the trap hole, staring furiously down at her.

"Stop following me!" the kid yipped.

“You’re an earthbender?!”

"Of course I'm an earthbender! Now leave me alone!"

It was this surprise revelation that made Korra pause…this earthen box itself was no problem. One quick push outward and the walls would crumble. Her knees swiveled inward to form a Gong Kiu stance. She furrowed her brow and felt the rock surge beneath her hands, unaware of the sedimentary serpent that approached her.

It started small at first. Tiny granules of sand and crumbled earth all teemed together like a school of krill at the Badgermole recruit’s feet. Then, smoother, rounder stones joined the fun. Soon they all coalesced into the shape of a tentacle, that grew and grew in length until it was large enough to reach over the edge of the crevice and spiral down to the Avatar’s body. It nosed around as if hunting, dancing to its master’s commands, until finally, it lunged.

A sharp blade of air stabbed Korra's throat. All the blood in her face drained into the back of her neck, and she froze, save for her widened eyes, which darted to look at her abdomen. For a split second of terror, she thought she'd been speared. But no. This was worse.

The stone whip that she saw for the first time caressed her stomach back and forth like a tongue, up and down, side to side, between every taut muscle and even around the rim of her navel. It wiggled and poked and wouldn’t stop.

What the - ?!

“Tickletickletickletickletickle!!” the urchin girl’s shrill voice called out.

No. Wait. You’ve gotta be kidding me.

Korra tried to wrestle the urge down into her stomach, but she couldn’t help herself. She simply burst out laughing.

“Wha…d-d’ah! H…Haha! Haha Ha-Ha Ha!” Only for a fraction of a second, her hands slipped downward. But that was enough. Her strength gave way and those rock slabs, commanded by another stomp of the mysterious kid’s foot, pummeled even harder against her arms. They smooshed Korra tighter and tighter ‘til her elbows buckled.

“Ahhhh-ow ow ow OWWWW!!!” Hot thorns of pain cracked her ulnae.

“Heh-Heh Heh! That’s the best trick I ever learned! Not so easy to concentrate on your bending when you’re laughing like a hyena-monkey, is it, Miss Avatar?”

“Ugh! You little brat! Fight me like a real bender!” Korra barked.

But the young thief was merely bemused by this demand. “Hmmmm…” She stroked her chin and pretended to ponder for a moment, before a cruel snaggle-toothed smile grew across her freckles. “Ok!”

The girl threw out her right arm and twisted her wrist so that her fingers faced the ceiling. While those pointed digits wiggled in the air, her left hand made fast swipes like a conductor's baton, and her feet drew concentric circles on the ground. Korra had never seen bending like this. She would’ve been more curious...if her thoughts weren’t distracted by the craggy tentacle that was now wiggling underneath her left armpit.

“D-don’t!! Haha-Ha! Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!! *gasp* Huh! Quihit it! Nooo, crahap; why don’t I cover thohohose?!” This was humiliating. Why tickling?!

With every tiny stumble of her hands, the rocks pushed in closer. A few more slip-ups and she'd be crushed. Now she was starting to panic.

“Are you ticklish here? Or here? What about there? You’re gonna beg for mercy before long!”

The pebbles in the strand climbed over one another and traced serpentine patterns along Korra’s jaw, dragging their tiny rigid edges against the underside of her chin…down her neck…deep in her collarbone…drilling into the left armpit, and then the right…down her back…scrawling between each individual rib…once it even burrowed itself into the back of her knee, twisting and wriggling against a painfully vulnerable spot of skin. Every time Korra attempted to contort her body away from the rock-and-sand tendril, it leapt with lightning speed to another one of her softest pressure points, each more weak and sensitive than the last.

“Kitchie kitchie coo! Ah-Kitchakitchakitchakitchakitchakitchakitcha!” That nasal baby-talk was really starting to grate.

“PFFHA-HA HA-HA……nnnnn!! ….GkKHaha-Ha! *hic* Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!! D…Dahamn it! Haha! Huh-Huh Ha-Ha Ha!! R-HA-hocks…rocks are supposed to be sharp; they’re not s’posed to tickl-hl-hl-ha!!”

Korra’s arms trembled in their sockets. Only a single cubit’s length separated the two walls that sandwiched her…all her strength was sapped out…gravel was practically sanding down her ears…

“Had enough yet?”

All of a sudden, the tickle whip backed off. Korra bent over double in a struggle to catch her breath. Pools of achy misery swam through her ab muscles. A single bead of sweat drizzled its way down the bridge of her nose as she huffed and puffed.

“Hmmm…this isn’t working,” the pint-sized pilferer pouted with folded arms.

“Uhhh…Wha…what do you mean?” the Avatar moaned and raised her head. Particulates of sand were slithering up the side of the crevice and back to their commander. “Why’d you stop?”

“Hmf. Well I wanted to punish you for chasing after me. But you’re enjoying it.”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU THIS IS TORTURE!!” Korra might not have been a direct branch on Aang and Katara’s family tree, but she sure could channel her Water Tribe forebear’s explosive frog-mouthed temper. Tenzin was rubbing off on her.

Before she could protest further, the stone walls around her dissolved back into the ground as quickly as they’d sprung up. With nothing to push her palms against, Korra was suddenly thrown off-balance and, with her arms windmilling wildly, she toppled backwards like a chopped-down tree.

CRASH!!

It was a good several seconds before she managed to push herself up off the soil again. A heavy pulse thump-thump-thumped all the way from her hips to her throat. Her arms felt like jook pudding.

“Ugh…yep. Still smarts. Landed right on it,” she groused, to no one in particular. Korra didn’t have to climb out of the quarry to realize that her quarry was long gone.*

Great. Just great. She galavanted off halfway across the city, ditched her friends, bruised her ass, got lost in the Underground, nearly broke her arms, and got tickled mercilessly, just to fail at catching a poor kid who didn’t actually steal anything from them. Brilliant, Korra. She groaned and pinched her eyebrows, her mouth in a stubborn frown.

Slowly standing and dusting herself off, Korra limped up and out of the hole. In the midst of wondering how to explain this one to the team, one more terrible realization struck her.

"Aw, crap...

…I didn't pay my check."

*Why yes, I AM very proud of that sentence, thank you. (gets hit with a shoe)

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[kerakeriza]

may i ask why you dislike the gray suit of damian, while I don't have an opinion on it I'm genuinely curious to yours

OH I AM HAPPY TO ELABORATE!!! please excuse how angry i sound. that is because i have been frustrated and angry all freaking day and i am so so glad to have an outlet for that anger via totally destroying the absolute TRAINWRECK that is his ugly gray suit.

here is the reference picture i will be using.

literally the worst color balance ever. why are only his mask, belt buckle, and shoelaces green? why is only the inside of his cape yellow? why is everything else gray!?!?!??! just the whole color pallete and the amounts of each color is horrendous. i can't even begin to describe how awful the PLACEMENT of each color is either.

2. his mask doesn't even fucking connect in the middle. he looks stupid. really, really stupid. he's not some mysterious magic guy who would have a reason to have his mask look like big bug eyes. he just looks stupid. we all know he's a powerless vigilante. it's dumb.

3. WHY does his collar splay out so weakly. either go all the way or don't go out at all. and why are the collar and hood's insides suddenly red? is he roleplaying as dracula? is that his problem? notice how it doesn't FUCKING match the mask. there is zero gradient here. straight green to red. he's like if a vampire was being forced to dress up like santa claus. why is he giving christmas? it's stupid. don't even get me STARTED on the random fucking... bars? under his neck. what the fuck ARE those? they're literally pointless. they clearly aren't holding anything together. they look nothing like cape clasps. they're literally just random metal bars on his clavicle for no goddamn reason. it's stupid. he looks stupid.

4. again a horrible awful terrible color gradient. deep vampire red to fucking cool dull gray. WITH YELLOW BEHIND HIM... ughhh. and the R looks so fucking stupid. he looks like he bought a knockoff red R from comic con or something and just pinned it there because that's where the R is ~supposed~ to go and not because it makes any sort of sense. why is it right smack dab in the middle of that red outline? it looks RIDICULOUS!

5. more random pointless garbo. the fuck are these straps for? just to make the suit harder to draw? is he trying to crush his own ribcage? the fuck are these FOR? besides looking ugly and stupid i mean. and why are they a lighter gray? they clash even more with the red than the darker gray does.

6. you look at this tiny baby cuck gloves and tell me that looks even halfway decent. first of all - again the red looks like ass with that yellow backdrop. is he cosplaying a condiment drawer? he's rocking both ketchup AND mustard i guess! and why the fuck are the gloves so SMALL? so SHORT? why have them cuffed to look like armor if they're just gonna be so small they invoke fully cloth gloves instead? the fuck is that for? and where did the SPIKES go? he LIKED the glove spikes. he was very obviously aiming for fatherly approval. it's not as if you can convince me he has his father's approval NOW, looking like such hot garbage. he looks like if condiment king had bad sushi for lunch and threw it back up and damian dug his costume out of the bile.

7. tell me, is it supposed to be a D? or an arrow? you'll notice how neither of those options make for an actual good idea. and why. is. it. GREEN! it matches NOTHING! and once more, the light gray? seriously? over a black belt on top of a darker gray suit? i can't even fully articulate just how ugly that fucking belt buckle is. awful shape, worse color, and it looks like a piece of shiny plastic that's painted to look like metal but really you know damn well it's plastic because you got it at the fucking dollar tree.

8. does the designer of this atrocity know that all the pointed edges only work if it looks intentional? the red tunic with yellow trim made it look good. it slayed. but the same monotone gray all over the tunic just looks sad. weak. like nobody bothered hemming his clothes. but that's not even the worst part. the worst part is how overdone all the sharp pointy triangles get. once you see the boots it's like, oh, he's just all edge and no point, huh?

9. why the fuck are the red outlines so BOLD here. so PROTRUDING... it looks just plain creepy. and why does the actual knee have to be the same color as the red of his pants, which are the same color as his tunic? it's so fucking BORING!

10. oh boy more useless metal bars clinging to his clothes for no reason! again, it's ugly as shit, has no purpose, and only exists to make the design look somehow even worse than it already does. NEXT!

11. these disgusting, grody ass pixie boot sneakers make me wanna snap somebody's neck. why are they so short? why do they have a double cuff? why are they literally just fucking sneakers with a rhino horn glued on? why is there a red squiggle down the middle? why are they a light gray? why is the sole red? did he buy them from the toddler section? actually, no, even toddler shoes have better color coordination than whatever the fuck is going on here. those green laces are the worst part of all. couldn't even do a dark gray for that, huh? the literal worst possible choice in color is exactly what they went for each fucking time but ESPECIALLY for these fucking boots. no, they're not boots, they're sneakers. my bad. these fucking SNEAKERS are so goddamn WACK that i think the only way anyone would actually buy them and wear them is if you slapped a 10,000 USD price tag on them and sold them under the gucci label, making way for young money influencers to waste all their cash on ugly garbage just to make a statement about how much money they have instead of spending their time and resources on actually developing a sense of style. but that's being generous, because not even gucci would sell something this fuck-ugly.

i'd waste my time redesigning this suit but i fear it'd drive me insane. my time would be far better spent analyzing costumes that actually look good and talking about why they work and are not so ugly they make me wish i could pour bleach into my eyes without dying.

[devils-dares]

Hello, love! Congrats on 800 and happiest of birthdays!! Could I please request #6 - secretly enjoying their teasing comments from the rivals to lovers list with Matt? I think it'd be adorable!

#6 - secretly enjoying their teasing comments

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“...so why didn’t you just sleep with her?”

“With the juror? That’s literally illegal.”

“You don’t seem to have any issues with sleeping with other people.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m calling you a whore, D.”

“I’d imagine you’re more of one, considering the scenarios I’ve found you in.”

“Hm, I think you’re just upset I’ll never be one for you.” He huffed out a laugh, his breath hot against your skin.

“Who says I’d want that?”

“Your thigh between my legs.”

His hand bound yours together by the wrists above your head, his leg pinning your waist against the wall. He’d caught you when you’d least expected it, caught in the middle of an electronic heist of sorts.

You didn’t know anything about the man, except for the fact that he was a lawyer. He didn’t willingly share it, but when he delved into the semantics of the laws you were breaking, you couldn’t have guessed anything else. All that added on with the blush that spread across his cheeks when you said it, you’d unlocked a bit of information on your mysterious devil man.

“What did you do with the computer?”

“Uh, unethical but moral.”

“That’s not how the law works. What did you do?”

“Oh loosen up devil, I didn’t take all of it for myself, just a teeny bit.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” His grip on your hands tighten and he bares his teeth a little.

“Stole a few million- ah- donated it around,” you say, and he loosens the smallest bit, “he’s not gonna miss it, but he will notice it’s missing.”

He sighs and pulls off of you, and you rub your wrists at the relief of pressure.

“Where did the money go?” He asks, but the lilt of aggression tells you this is anything but a request.

“Can’t take my word for it? I’m not a liar.”

“Your reputation with me begs to differ.”

“Aw, are you relationship building here?” He tilts his head at your words.

“You know,” a hand drags down the material covering his chest, “that head tilt would be oh-so-menacing if it weren’t for the fact that you’re beautiful to look at, hornhead.”

“Seems like you’re the one relationship building here.”

“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought of us a few times. Maybe when you’re alone in bed? Or maybe when you’re in the shower, hand slips down, down, down until you’re-”

“That’s enough.” You don’t miss the red blush spreading across his face like wildfire. Your hand reaches up now, finger running along his jawline.

“So you have thought about it.” He grumbles unintelligible out.

“I’m taking you in now.”

“Oh come on, you say that every time and you never do. Just admit you actually like me and my Robin Hood self around and we can-” His lips press against yours as he takes a step forward, hips pushing yours against the wall and your hands scramble to find purchase on the sides of his suit. He kisses hard enough to show who’s in charge, but soft enough that you’re not fighting to breathe.

“Can you shut up now?” He grumbles as he steps away, but you’re quick to pull him back into you. A peck followed by another, until you’re back to moving your lips in sync with his.

One of his hands move up to tangle themselves in the tendrils of your sweat-soaked hair, while the other aids his hips in their quest to keep you pinned. His tongue swipes against your lower lip, and you let him take what he wants from you until he gets his fix.

He pulls away again, breathing hard. Your foreheads are pressed together, his hands falling down to your waist to hold you still.

“Still gonna turn me in?” You tease.

“Thinking about it.” He responds shortly. Your hands drop from his body and he reluctantly follows suit.

“Well it’s been nice, dearest devil, but I really must be on my way.” You push him out of the way and he resists for a few seconds before giving in. You peck him once more for good measure and make your grand escape, leaving him alone in the office with his lips tingling with the ghosting feeling of yours.

[sasheneskywalker]

batfamily fic recs where original characters are main characters

The Pros and Cons to Digging Your Own Grave by vermillion_crown

[+] Well, at least you know where it is.

[-] Like you don't have enough to do already.

Or another tough debate on which is worse: falling to your death from about 100 ft up onto wet concrete, or experiencing the still nebulous but unspeakable horrors of child trafficking?

Given the bluff profile of the average 10-year-old, maybe the terminal velocity can be increased significantly if that 10-year-old curls up during descent? While undesirable, instantaneous death still ranked higher than drawn-out suffering and mental trauma (if not also death). At least, that's the personal evaluation here. No prescribing this scenario's weightings onto anyone else.

So, the only thing left to do with that solved is to start climbing; bat-people have a schedule to keep, after all.

(The smart thing to do, when in way over your head, is to avoid trouble when you see it—animal-themed vigilantes first and foremost. But sometimes, they are the lesser evil.)

(Dick Grayson pulls a Bruce, gets bullied by a child, more at 11.)

T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson & Original Male Character(s), Barbara Gordon & Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon & Original Male Character(s), Tim Drake & Original Male Character(s), Undisclosed Relationship(s)

Singing in the Dead of Night by shesgotthespirit

Bodies are dropping in Gotham--children, brain dead and tortured, numbered and tagged like cattle. The Bats are on the case, but with little to no physical evidence left behind, they’re faced with more questions than answers. But when a mysterious metahuman involves herself in the case, the investigation turns in a new, disturbing direction--and it turns out she might need their help just as much as they need hers.

OR

“Has anyone else noticed that the cooling-off period between Bruce’s dubiously-legal child acquisitions seems to be getting exponentially shorter?”

M | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake & Original Female Character(s), Bruce Wayne & Original Female Character(s), Cassandra Cain & Original Character(s), Dick Grayson & Original Female Character(s), Damian Wayne & Original Character(s), Batfamily Members & Original Female Character(s), Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Original Female Character(s)

Mama's gonna buy you a Mockingbird by Blazonix

Your name is Catherine Todd. It’s not the name you went to sleep with last night, but that’s the name printed on the ID card tucked away in your bra. It took a while to find because you were a bit distracted by the fact you have a completely different face.

Not Rated | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Catherine Todd & Jason Todd

oh, well imagine by blenderfullasarcasm

A union.

For goons.

A goon union.

A…goonion?

…Eh, beats customer service.

T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | No Relationships

Reddit Posts of a Crime Alley Kid by Beachfox

Conrad's just your average 20 year old Crime Alley street-rat. He's no one special. Just another (Second) Robin worshiping, baseball bat wielding, Hench Work avoiding, homeless kid wrangling, street patrolling, Red Hood work for-ing, formerly homeless gay street-punk thug.

And sure, there's that time Robin slammed him off a wall hard enough to change his life, and that time he accused Batman of murder, and the time his sister Joker Gas bombed a playground. And sure, most of his family are active Henchmen for various Rogues, and sure Red Hood seems like he might be flirting with him, and sure despite his best efforts the Bats keep showing up in his life more and more often. But he's still just a normal average guy.

He also has a crippling Reddit addiction.

Alternatively

A character study of a hot trashfire of a human being in the DCUniverse as told through his many many Reddit posts.

T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Jason Todd/Original Male Character(s), Batman & Robin - Relationship

Nay, I Can't Resist Thee by Gement

"If that's what you're up for, 'kay." Oh god, he'd embarrassed Batman. Zach was too far gone on adrenaline and panic to shut up. "But I'm a masochist, and you're Batman. Look, I'm sorry. I know that makes it weird."

The one where a total stranger asks Batman to hit him in the face and, against all odds, this is an effective meet-cute strategy. It spirals out from there. Way, way out.

(Come on in, the water's fluffy-kinky-queer.)

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Bruce Wayne/OMC, side Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, side Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne

[georgiapeach30513]

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 5

Summary:  your week with Frank, and you find out lots of new things...

Pairings:  Frank Adler X Reader (Past)

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, mentions of somnophilia, sex with an audience, cheating (?), 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.4K

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“Frank?” You ask, lifting up off his chest. He holds tighter to you, pulling you down for an innocent kiss, despite your sticky post coital skin clinging to each other.  “Is there some place you have always wanted to visit, but haven’t. Nothing to do with a rodeo, either. This is just leisure.”

“Hmm,” he hums, starting to run his hands up and down your back. “Can’t be for a rodeo, huh? Kentucky. We can go to the pony races. Still beautiful in its own way. Different from Montana. And where would my sweet Bunny go?”

“Drive up the east coast in the fall,” he tilts his head to the side, giving you a soft smile. “I want to see all the changing trees. Get some maple in Vermont. Hit every single one of those little bitty states, and end in Boston.”

“Boston? Is that why you want me to wear a Red Sox hat? What’s in Boston?”

“History. And yes, my dad is a Red Sox fan. Always has been. I’ve always wanted to visit there. I don’t know about living there. Giving all this up,” you look out the big window beside your bed. You didn’t bother to close the curtain when the two of you were on the property. Able to have nature and mountains in the distance. Still able to view the stars, and were even surprised when Frank knew some of the constellations.

“Like go to the museums, the food, the art, the history, Frank. And…I don’t know there’s these books my mom used to read. They were always set in Boston. They were just so mysterious, and I’ve always wanted to go and see the spots that he was talking about.”

“Mmm,” his eyes start fluttering close, and you snuggle more into his chest. Relaxing into him as the two of you start settling in for bed. “I’ll take you to Boston one day.”

“Promise?”

“One day, Bunny. You can show me the history. But now, I just want you to sleep on me. Tomorrow, it’s just you and me.”

“And Steve and Bucky and the rest of the rodeo.”

“Shh, go to sleep.”

Clyde jumps from the back seat of the truck to the front the moment you pull into the rodeo.  Happily licking at you while you look over at Frank, he looked happy.  He looked happier here than he ever did with you at home.  You feel a tinge of guilt about asking him to take a year off.  There was a lightness to him.  Even just pulling your tiny little camper, he seemed at peace because he knew it was leading him to the rodeo.  Throwing the truck into park, he turns towards you, puckering his lips.

“Gimme a kiss, Bunny,” he speaks too deep, and you giggle as you lean in for a chaste peck that turns raunchy quickly.  Clyde had migrated to the floor, and Frank was pulling you more into him.  A hand groping you tit when both of you jump at Steve smacking the hood of the truck.

“We getting a show for free?” He laughs, and Bucky was standing there with his back to the two of you, “You two gonna have a private rodeo?  Ride ‘em cowboy, am I right, Bunny?”

“Hey Steve,” you scream back out the windshield.  Reaching in the back for Clyde’s leash.  

“Don’t start,” Frank groans, already irritated at your silence.

“Didn’t say anything.”

“They’re my friends.”

“Frank, I didn’t say anything.  Steve has seen us in much more compromising positions.  I seriously don’t care, okay?” He nods his head, but still stares at you, “Don’t make this a big deal, because it’s not.  I promise.  You want me to meet you with them after I walk the buddy?”

“Yeah, are you gonna be my personal nurse today?”

“Uh, maybe tonight.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mhmm, I’ll give you a thorough exam tonight, okay?  I’ll see you in a bit, cowboy,” the kiss the two of you give each other was much sweeter, and you open the door to let Clyde smell the smells, and get some much needed relief while Frank grabs his things and checks in.  

Watching everyone move about makes you slightly miss this.  The unpredictability of the rodeo, the people, the excitement, but you did enjoy your peace of mind at home.  Clicking your tongue at Clyde, you walk him further away from the horses and bulls.  Letting him hear them without being too close.

“Bunny!” You peek around your shoulder to see Bucky jogging over towards you, and you hold out your hands for a quick hug.  “This has been such a weird season without you.  How’s life been?” Faking a yawn, you pat your mouth with your left hand, letting him see the actual ring Frank had finally replaced your grandmother’s with.

“I heard.  It’s about time he quit playing games with you.”

“Yeah, he did good.  Now if I can get him to stop rodeoing long enough for us to build a house.  Oh, and this sweet boy is Clyde.  Clyde, this is Uncle Bucky, he’s the sweet one of the group.”

“He’s cute.  You settled for a dog until Frank knocks you up?”

“Settling for a dog until Frank and I build a house.  House, marriage, kids, and I’m not so sure how that’s going to work out considering this is his life.  Look at him,” you motion your head towards Frank, and your fiance had the biggest smile planted on his face as he talks to Steve.  “I forgot how the rodeo was his first love.”

“Aw, come on, Buns, he ain’t never loved anyone like he loves you,” you didn’t doubt that, you just hoped he loved you more than he loved the rodeo.  “You’ll just have to use the winnings this season to build a house quickly.  You got a wedding to plan.”

“We’ll probably have to get married at the rodeo.  At least I know he’ll smile in the pictures.”

“You okay?” You nod your head, giving him a fake punch to his shoulder, “What?”

“Any buckle bunny caught your eye?”

“I don’t want a buckle bunny.  I want someone I can settle down with.  I’m just using earnings to store away for a good life with a good woman.  I don’t want my own ranch, I’d love to partner with someone and work the ranch, ya know?”

“Bucky Barnes has goals, huh?  Bucky, I don’t know if any woman deserves someone as sweet as you.”

Steve swats at Frank’s arm, pointing over towards you and Bucky.  Laughing and cutting up.  Walking around with Clyde on a leash, and he looks back out at the ring, “You think he’s after my girl?” He squints into the sun, refusing to look towards Steve who starts laughing.

“Naw, Bucky is a good one.  But appearances matter here.  She may have the ring, but you don’t have anything claiming you to her.  Haven’t shown the circuit how you're the cock that she’s obsessed with.”

“How is she supposed to be claiming me?”

“Really?  Get you one of those big greasy hickies on your neck.  You got that camper, when it’s rockin’ don’t come a knockin’,” he shoves his elbow on Frank, starting to laugh.  “Oh come on, enough people see her with Bucky and a ring on her finger, he’s the hopeless romantic, who do you think they’re going to assume she’s engaged to?  By the way, we could save some money if we just slept in your camper.  Doesn’t the table turn into a bed?  We’ll wait until the camper quits moving.  Make sure she’s loud in the saddle, Frankie boy.”

“You’re trying to get me in trouble, aren’t you?  She’d die if she knew that you were sleeping above Clyde’s cubby,” Frank scratches the back of neck, knowing that you would in fact be ticked off with company in the camper.

“Just don’t tell her.  You bought the camper right?  To distract her from that ginger pussy you had that night,” Frank stands up straight, glaring at Steve, “What?  Oh, come on, she has to know about that.”

“No she doesn’t.  I didn’t tell her, she didn’t need to know.”

“You’re an idiot.  You know what city we’re in?  Have fun,” Frank pauses, looking around to where the usual buckle bunnies hang out, and thankfully there was no redhead.  “So, about us sleeping in the camper?  It would be great.”

“Yeah, just…don’t say anything to Bunny.  It’s not that important.  We weren’t even that serious then.”

“Okay.  You just got into a fight about her flirting with Bucky.  I see your eyes turning green because she is in fact with Bucky right now.  You know that man doesn’t want to be with her right?  Bucky has very specific qualities he wants in a woman.  Bunny ain’t it.  She can talk with him because they’re both romantic idiots.  Quit beating around the bush and marry the girl.  A camper and puppy won’t distract her for too long.  It’s all I’m saying,” Steve holds his hands out, walking away backwards from Frank who was left a bit more paranoid than before.  “Your funeral buddy.  Maybe get a bit injured and let her do all the work.  I know how much you like her riding you.”

“I’m not talking to you anymore.”

“You shouldn’t.  I need to get laid!” Frank rolls his eyes, resting his hands on the fence as he looks back at you.  He didn’t want to get mad at you being with Bucky.  Yeah you were smiling and laughing, but he knew what you looked like when you were in love.  He rolls his fingers over the fence knowing that this week was going to be an interesting one.  He just hoped things went the way he wanted them to go.

Clyde looks at the bull nervously, looking up at Frank when he backs away a couple of feet.  But you couldn’t stop staring at him.  He was in his element, confident and ready for this ride as Steve and Bucky get him tightened up.  “Bunny!” He screams at you, and you climb up the fence, “Need my good luck charm.”

With his left hand right under your breast, he crashes into your lips for a bruising kiss.  Sucking on your tongue, and making your breathless before pulling away too soon.  Giving you a quick wink.  You shouldn’t be as turned on by this as you were.  Not only did he look super sexy in his cowboy attire, he was claiming you in a sinful and public way.  Letting all the bunnies and riders know that the two of you belonged together.  

“Okay, boys!  Okay!” He screams, and the chute opens for his eight second ride.  You bend over to scoop Clyde up, and hold him close while you stare horrified at your fiance.  This part always made you nervous.  It was like a sick show watching him get tossed around, but when the bell chimes, and he’s able to get off safely from the bull, throwing his hat in the air, you start bouncing around, kissing around Clyde’s face.

“He’ll get a top score for that,” Bucky screams in your ear, but you are more excited about him not being hurt.  Waiting for him to climb the fence by you, and capturing your lips with his while the stadium watching.  It was one of the best feelings in the world.  A grand declaration that you were his.  

Maybe just maybe coming out this week wasn’t so bad after all.

“Frank,” you whisper, starting to sink lower down his body.  “Frank,” you pepper kisses all down his chest.  Stopping right over his low sitting boxers.  “It’s time to wake up,” sticking your tongue out, and pulling down his boxer briefs, you lick up his quickly hardening length.  “Frank, don’t you want me to ride you for your wake you call?”

“Bunny,” you let his underwear snap back on him, and he groans, sitting up, while you look over towards the table, and the two bodies that were sleeping there.  “You really going to give us a live show?”

“Steve?” You squeak out, and look down at Frank before looking back at your guests..  Your arms circling your bare chest for coverage.  “And Bucky, too.  Hey, Buck.  How did the table sleep?”

“It would have slept better if I didn’t hear you moaning in the middle of the night.  Frank, did ya start fingering her or something?” Steve stretches, sitting up to stare straight at yours and Frank’s bed, causing Clyde to crawl out from his bed under the table yipping at him.  

“I seriously forgot you two were here,” Frank yawns.  This is why you didn’t like being on the road.  Steve and Bucky usually weren’t too far away.

“Oh my god!  Out!”

“Buns.”

“Get out!  Out!”

“Bunny, it’s not a big deal.  I told them they could stay,” you weren’t in the mood.  You had just woken up, slept nude, and there was Bucky and Steve.  

“Steve, let's go,” Bucky starts to get up, giving you a quick look as he grabs his shirt from the floor.

“Grab the keys to the truck,” Frank motions to the counter, and the two of them leave.  The second the door closes, you’re jumping off the bed, grabbing out your clothes for the day.  “Bunny.”

“Frank, a bit of a head’s up would have been nice.  You have on clothes, I see.  I am completely naked.  They were feet away from us.  I came out on the road to spend time with you.  Not Bucky and Steve, but you.  You could have given me the same knowledge you had yourself, and let me put on some panties and a shirt.  Maybe not slowly fuck me from behind in the middle of the night.”

“Buns, they know we have sex.”

“Knowing we have sex, and being able to watch it are two very different things.  I just…do you even get what I’m trying to say?  My privacy was taken away from me.  Gone.  I deserved to know you were letting them stay.  I just feel violated,” he stands from the bed, and holds you softly in his arms.  Waiting until you wrap your arms around his waist, tickling his lower back.  “It’s just embarrassing.”

“I know, I should have said something.  They can sleep in the truck or get a hotel.  I’m sorry.  I am.  And I did forget they were in here, we’ve never had house guests before,” you lean back off his chest, with an exasperated sigh, and he gives a kiss to your nose, laughing.  “We got time for a quickie?”

“Nope.  You got that in the middle of the night.”

“Bunny.”

“You were on your way to getting a blowjob and some reverse cowgirl.  You’re the one that had to let them stay.  Enjoy your blue balls,” Frank says your name, backing you up to the bed, but you shake your head with a smile.  You weren’t caving in this time.  “No, Frank.  No!” You squeal as he lifts you over his shoulder.  “Put me down.”

“After I fuck you.”

“No.  Frank, you better not,” when he drops you on the bed, shoving his hands down your pants, you don't want to moan.  “Frank!”

“You’re drenched.  It’s not even fair.”

“I can take a cold shower and wash up.  Stop.  You’re gonna be late.”

“Let me play with you,” he presses two fingers into your warmth, and you grab tight to his arms.  “I’ll take the punishment of blue balls, but you were very horny making out with my cock.”

“Your cock never went into my mouth.”

“Bunny, just relax.  Enjoy this.”

“Tonight we go dancing?” He shakes head no, adding another finger.  “Tonight we will go dancing!”

“We can go dancing if you fuck me.”

“Your fingers are fucking me.”

He starts laughing, removing his fingers to pull down your pants.  His briefs get shuffled down enough to free his cock, and he slides into you.  “Do you ever get tired of fucking?  Can’t make it through the night without fucking me in my sleep.”

“You liked it.  Had your cream all over me.  Made a mess of your cunt,” you take a deep gulp, staring up at him.  “You are my messy little slut, huh?  I think I heard Steve mast…”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” you growl up at him.  You didn’t care what he heard coming from the other bed.  You didn’t want to know.  Ignorance is bliss.  You just needed to finish.  Head to the drugstore, just in case.  You hated when Frank would cum in you.  You guys weren’t ready for a baby, and you needed a backup plan.  Should have listened to Mindy when she said to get on birth control.  

“Frank,” you whimper, squeezing onto his arms.  His body starts thrusting into you harder.  He had to make it quick.  Didn’t want to make things too obvious.  You were supposed to be fighting.  Having a melt down at the two of them being in here.  

He brings himself completely out of you, before jamming into you with so much force it rocks the camper.  So much for being inconspicuous.  He loved making your body ‘buck’ with his movements.  Loved watching the way you became so weak with a need for him.  He starts making tight circles on your clit, “Go on, Bunny, come with me.  You’re almost there.  Squeezing me so tight.  You’re right there.  Right,” he lets out a hard moan as your walls constrict around him, and he blows his load deep inside of you.  

“I’m going to leave you in here to shower.  I’ll say we compromised by going out tonight, okay?” You give him a dopey smile, sitting up for a quick kiss, and he pulls on some clothes.  Leaving you alone to get ready for the day.  

He gives the cab of the truck a hard knock, and Steve and Bucky crawl out, “Yeah, you were gone a bit too long.  Still got it in, didn’t you?”

“What can I say, we can't keep our hands to ourselves.  Um…we’re going dancing tonight.  So, you can get you some action, and ya’ll can either sleep in the truck or get you a hotel room.  She’s not too happy about…well, she was naked.”

“She’s got a nice ass, but you really wanna go dancing in this town?” Steve asks with a crooked smile.  “You’re asking for a breakup.  Bunny is going to smell that desperate redhead from a mile away.  Have fun tonight.  I wouldn’t want to miss it.”

Frank forgot all about that for a moment.  There was a possibility that the redhead, who he still didn’t have a name for, barely could remember him herself.  He just knew that something had happened that he wasn’t too proud of, and he was going to let it stay in the past.  Hopefully.

“I’m going to get me something to drink, you want something?”

Frank pulls you in close to his body, giving you a dirty little kiss, while he holds up your hand, playing with your engagement ring, “Yes, just get me a beer,” turning to walk away, he gives you a swat on your ass, whistling.  

Frank heads back to the table, faltering a moment as he looks into the corner, and he’s looking straight ahead.  Don’t look.  Don’t engage.  Don’t acknowledge.  “Steve, we gotta get out of here.”

“I’m still looking.”

“Steve!” He tilts his head to the corner, and it was a mistake.  Redhead herself was walking over to him.  “Shit.  Shit.  Go tell Bunny to get us some rounds of shots or something.  Keep her busy.  Please, anything,” Steve glares at Frank, but heads over to your side.  

“Frank Adler,” the redhead saunters right up to him, grabbing at his buckle.  “I missed you.”

“You should leave.”

“Why?  Would it have something to do with your little bitch of a fiancé?  Wasn’t she the one you got in a fight with last year, and sought out my comfort?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.  You need to leave,” he side steps her, heading towards you, but you had already seen.  Tapping on Steve’s arm, and pointing over to them.  Frank was screwed.  He knew it, too.  “I really need you to leave,” he jogs around her, heading towards you, but before he even gets to the bar, you are walking away from him and this situation.

He jogs to catch up with you, screaming your name, but you need out of here.  Everything was closing in on you, and your ears ring with straight fury.  “Bunny,” he grabs at your arm when you get out of the door, and you smack him away.  “Bunny, baby, stop.  Let me explain.”

“No,” you start laughing, so you don’t cry, and all you want to do is scream.  “No, you don’t get to explain.”

“Buns, stop,” he yells as you start to walk away.  They could have the camper, you were going to stay in their hotel.  “Bunny.”

“Who is she?” Frank just stands there, and it pisses you off more.  “Who is she?  A buckle bunny, huh?  Not your bunny though, no.  That’s supposed to be me, you son of bitch!”

“Bunny, stop,” the audacity.  You needed Clyde, and you were going home.  Home to Montana, and you’d live with your parents for a bit.  Maybe finally get your dream of driving up the east coast.  “It’s not what you think it is.  Let me explain!”

“Then explain.  What was that?” He looks up at the sky, trying to collect his thoughts, which just piss you off even more.  He wanted to explain, but now he couldn’t.  “You can’t even fucking explain that.”

“Buns, we weren’t even together…officially.”

“W-w-what…what does that…what does that…oh my god, I’m going to be sick,” you start fanning your face, trying to think of when this happened.  The moment you met Frank, you were together.  “Officially?  What?”

“Don’t worry,” the redhead steps behind you, cocking her hip to the side, “He was a lousy lay.  Neither of us finished before he passed out.  I hope you have a nice life with a drunk limp cock,” you hated them.  Both of them.  You had been a fool.  All of this for nothing.

“When?  When, Frank?  When?”

He reaches out a hand to you, making shapes on your arm with his fingers, “Buns, you know when.  I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.  It didn’t mean anything.  I don’t even know her name, and we weren’t…we…Bunny, I’m sorry.”

“It was that night wasn’t it?  I knew you were off,” your lip trembles as you try to hold in your tears.  “You fucking slept with her, and you came to my bed and declared your love, and we became ‘official’ that night.  You accused trying to get with Bucky, and you got with some buckle chaser.  That’s rich.  That’s so like a man.  Justify your insecurities, by an argument, and then having sex with someone because I chose to walk away from that argument.  My god, we’re so fucking screwed, Frank.  I’ve begged you to get serious.  Live in a two by two camper with a dog, so we can save money.  I’ve put up with this schedule, and everything only benefits you.  Not me, most definitely not us.  I can’t…I can’t do this, I told you that night I can’t forgive cheating.”

“I didn’t.  Bunny, I didn’t cheat on you.  We were just fucking then.  But I couldn’t touch her.  She wasn’t you, no one will ever be you.  Bunny, I knew how much I loved you and couldn’t live without you in that moment,” the bare minimum.  He was saying the dumbest thing, and you are the idiot that is falling for it.  He had to feel the cunt of another woman to know just how much he loved you.

“Oh my god.  Did you use a condom?”

“Yes, I’m not fucking idiot.”

“You didn’t use one with me our first time.”

“You’re a nurse.  She’s a whore for the buckle.  Do you realize how many riders she’s probably been with?”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.  You slept with her, and then you were beating on my door, wanting to hold me all night long because you felt guilty.”

“No it’s because I.  Love.  You!  I screwed up, and I’m sorry.  I have been faithful.  I haven’t looked or touched anyone but you since that night.  I have…when we go back, you’ll…it was going to be a surprise, but they’re grading the property.  I know we kind of looked at houses, but…I want to build us our home.  I know the camper is shitty, it’s ours, but I want you to be happy.  I’m serious, it’s just you.  This…I didn’t want this tonight.  I wanted this week to reignite us again.  I screwed up.  I fucked up, but I want this…with you.  I’m — I’m gonna pull back, it’s been a good season, I can afford to.  We, me and you, baby.  We can afford for me to pull back.”

You want to believe him.  Want to think that he meant every single word.  And you did, until the last part.  Deep down you know Frank wasn’t going to pull back.  Down deep in your core you did not think Frank was going to quit rodeoing anytime soon, but the romantic part of you that wanted this relationship to work was louder.  You loved him.  And you weren’t officially together.  You had been sleeping together.  It went against everything in you, but you were willing to give him that one time.  

“They’re grading on the property?”

“Yes, baby.  They’re grading, I wanted to surprise you when we got back.  Got us a few options for houses.  We’re going to have us a home, and soon a marriage, and our little kids, and they can ride the sheep at the ranch.”

“No.  No, cowboys.  No rodeos for our kids.  I can’t worry about you and kids, Frank.”

“So we’re good?” You slowly lick your lips, contemplating what was the right move.  He didn’t lie.  He owned up to it.  You were just sleeping together.  Now you are engaged, it was different.  “Buns?”

“Yeah.  Yeah, we’re good.  We should relieve Bucky from puppy duty.”

“Bucky is probably asleep.  You wanna — just for old time’s sake go to the hotel, let him sleep in the camper with Clyde?” It was against your better judgment, but you nod your head, holding a hand out for him to take you to the hotel.  You just didn’t realize it was his plan all along.  The camper was in fact getting too small.  You were right.  And soon…your gut feelings would be haunting you.  You knew better than to ignore your intuition, but love is blind.

Next

Masterlist

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Sleeping With the Fishies Chapter 1

This fic is brought to you by my extremely narrow skillset of only kinda being good at writing xDDDD Which is to say if I had the art or programming know-how to illustrate Tim's social media posts, I would have loved to U_U oh well

I posted this fic to ao3 back in may, but i've decided to start porting my fics to tumblr too, for anyone who wants to read my most fucked up fanfic :D

If you want to leave a comment or read the ao3 version, here it is :D

Instagram post: May 9th, 2024.

The image is of the Gotham skyline. Several tall buildings take over the background, lights on against the night sky. The caption reads ‘There’s something neat about taking a picture at just the right angle.’

Instagram post: May 14th 2024

The image is of a naked man with a tail for legs, and red scales over his entire body, and fins at the end of his tail, on his hips, back, arms and ears. The man is lying flat on his stomach on a rock, arms tense as if he is about to pounce. The shadow of a boat is cast over him.

The caption reads: omg I just caught this AMAZING pic of the Red Hood about to take on a smuggling organization. I’m so lucky?!?!

Instagram post: May 15th 2024

The image is of a disassembled camera, leaking water on a wooden table. The caption reads: the smugglers didn’t survive, and neither did my camera qwq its ok I can use my allowance to get another one

Instagram post: May 17th 2024

The image is of another naked man in the water. His skin is completely pitch black except for blue rings scattered across his body. It is day time, and the water is clear enough to see his bottom half, which is made up of eight thick tentacles. He is pulling himself onto the pier, offering sweets to a group of disheveled children. The oldest of them wears a tired, but kind smile.

The caption reads: Even tho the bats r a crime family and they’re terrorist and yada yada, i think its important to remember they can also be very kind too

Instagram post: May 20th 2024

A brand new camera sits on a wooden table. The caption reads: im so glad I was able to get a new camera yayyy! I’m gonna go hunting for some more pics! Watch this space <3

FROM CNN: BAT FAMILY DECLARES NORTH ATLANTIC OFFLIMITS, UNLESS TARRIF PAID BY GOVERNMENTS WISHING TO CROSS.

For the past few months, the mysterious Bat Family, a family of sirens named after their brutal patriarch, has been waging a war of expansion against Atlantis, ruled by Arthur Curry, king of Atlantis and member of the Justice League. This comes as the Bat Family consolidates its power over the Ring of Fire in the Pacific. With this new water, the nation of New Gotham is now the single largest nation in terms of territory in the history of the world.

Shipping vessels escorted by NATO Naval powers are now being attacked without mercy. Although there is no death toll, the damage to these ships is beginning to count to the billions, with no sign of stopping. The Bat Family have delivered their ultimatum to 100 different countries, including China, Russia, the USA and most of Europe. They remand the cessation of trash dumping into the ocean, as well as the immediate reduction in greenhouse gas emissions by at least 5% within this year, and further reductions in further years. If these demands are not met, then the Bat Family promise to sink every ship that crosses the North Atlantic or the Pacific originating from the offending countries.

Instagram post: May 21st 2024

The photo shows a burning, sinking ship at night. Empty cages float in the water, as well as other debris. The caption reads: was too slow to catch them in action, but man. Sometimes I wonder why people do stupid things like traffic other human beings and hold them agains ttheir will. That’s so evil TwT

Instagram post: May 22nd 2024

An aerial shot of the octopus man, known as Nightwing, sitting on a rock. In his lap sits a young boy, about 12-13 years old, with a fishtail and scales across his whole body. Robin’s scales are green and gold around his fins. His expression appears annoyed. His left arm is bleeding. Nightwing is in the middle of wrapping a bandage around the boy.

The caption reads: Nightwing’s teamwork is always incredible,,, i wish I had a big bro like nightwing. I wish my family was like the Bat family (not in the murdery way!! Just the way they treat each other and look at each ohter, you know?)

Instagram post: May 24th 2024

A collage of different pictures in the rain. The caption reads: parents said theyll be away for another couple months. took some rainy pics because its raining in my heart

Gotham Gazette: SIREN CRIME LORDS SPOILER AND BLACKTIP LEAVES BLOODY WRECK AT GOTHAM HARBOUR. 15 DEAD, 8 INJURED, 50 CHILDREN RESCUED.

Instagram post: May 25th 2024

The photo shows two female sirens, a fit purple woman with blond hair and many pointy spines and a shark woman, chatting while bodies float around them. The purple scaled-woman, Spoiler, holds the severed arm of a human in her hands. Her teeth are bloody.

The caption reads: I found Spoiler and Blacktip with my drone today! I never know if they’re big sisters to the Bat Family or just associates. What do you guys think?

Gotham Gazette: WAYNE FOUNDATION HOSTS CHARITY BALL RAISING AWARENESS FOR HUMAN TRAFFICKING AND MODERN SLAVERY

Instagram post: May 28th, 2024

The video opens with a young, skinny child in the foreground. “So, uhm, hello. My name’s T-tim. Tim Drake, and I’m the one who’s been taking all these pictures. Er, I hope you’ve all enjoyed them! So, uhm, the Bats, right! You know I take lots of pictures of them, and they’re known for dealing with human traffickers. So I just wanted to go over some tips I’ve found for recognizing human trafficking victims.”

The video continues…

Google search history:

How to fight sirens

How to fight the mafia

How to fight billionaires

how to defend house from invaders

How to build a bomb

How to make home alone traps

How to make acid

Is acid fatal?

how to run away and not get caught

how to fight super smell

how to escape from being kidnapped

Mom

Mom? I’m in a lot of trouble. Can you pick up the phone? I really need your help.

I know you and Dad are super busy, but this is really important. I promise I’ll make it up to you.

Mom somebody’s coming after me. I can’t say who, but they’re coming for me now.

Mom

please

i dont have much time

(unread)

Ring… Ring… Ring…

“Mom! I’m so glad you picked up, I-”

Ambient chatter filters through the connection. “Timothy, your father and I have already told you. We’re at an extremely, extremely important conference and we present do not have the time to hold your hand across a continent.”

“But mom-,”

“Don’t talk back to me young man! I don’t want to hear another word from you until this conference is finished. If you need any help, just ring the housekeeper, and call 911 for emergencies, got it?”

Google search history

          What happens if 911 ignores you?

          What to do when 911 doesn’t help you

          How to identify non-corrupt cops

          How to make cops listen to you

          Justice league help line

Ring… Ring… Ring…

“Hello, Green Lantern here. What’s your emergency?”

“Hello? M-my n-neighbours are in my yard and-,”

“Are you in immediate danger?”

“N-no, I d-don’t think at the moment, but-,”

“Sorry kid, but I think you’re better off calling your parents first, then the police, ok? This line is for emergencies only.”

��Wait! I,-“ The call gets cut off as another call is accepted.

Instagram post May 30th 2024

The video shows a young boy over a large white board with a presentation projected on to it. He begins, “Strategies for detecting signs of abuse or distress in child victims.”

Instagram post May 30th 2024

The picture shows a list of common Morse Code phrases.

The caption reads: And most important of all is knowing the Morse Code for SOS! If you’re ever in trouble SPAM IT. AND IF ANYONE IS TAPPING OR BLINKING IN A WEIRD WAY, THEY MIGHT BE CALLING FOR HELP

Gotham Gazette: DRAKE INDUSTRIES HEIR TIMOTHY DRAKE SPOTTED AT MARTHA WAYNE FOUNDATION SKATE PARK. GOES VIRAL WITH DAREDEVIL MOVES.

“I go here every Wednesday and Saturday, and Sunday if I’m free. If I’m not here on Wednesday after school then somebody call the police, hahah. If anyone wants to show me some new moves or learn from mine, I’ll be happy to talk! I’m here every Wednesday and Saturday!”

Google Search History:

          Self defense laws

          Self defense new jersey

          How not to get sued when using self defense

          How to make your parents seem like good people

          How to hide your parents parenting mistakes

          How to not get adopted

          How to look unappealing to kidnappers

Dad

Dad I’m in serious trouble. Please come home

i need u

i love u dad

im in danger

please, im begging

please

(unread)

You have (1) voicemail. Beeeeep.

Hyper ventilating. Childlike sobs. “Mom. Dad. Please. They’re closing in on me. I don’t know how long I can h-hold them off. Please I need you. I promise I’ll never, ever ask for anything every again.

From: timdrake@drake.industries

To: arthurcurry@watermail.ats

Dear Your Majesty the King of Atlantis, Arthur Curry

You might not know me, but my name is Tim Drake, and I’m 10 years old and I live in Gotham. Recently I’ve discovered one of the Bat Family’s greatest secrets, but they also know that I know and now they want to get me. I have exhausted every other avenue of escape or rescue. You are my only hope. If I could, I would tell you the secret now, but currently my blackmailing the Bat Family with its exposure is the only thing keeping me alive.

Please. Nobody else is helping me. They’ll destroy me and everything I love. I have no other options.

Attached are some photos and proof that they’re stalking me.

Yours sincerely, Tim Drake

From: arthurcurry@watermail.ats

To: timdrake@drake.industries

Dear Timothy,

You are very brave for reaching out. I am deeply sorry that you have been failed by so many of your institutions, including the Justice League. Please be assured I am sending my best men to rescue you as we speak. However, they will be forced to swim through siren territory. Please hold out for as long as you can. Help is on the way.

Yours sincerely, Arthur Curry, King of Atlantis

Instagram post: June 2nd 2024

The video shows a disheveled, dirty boy. His eyes are red and raw. His cheeks look sunken, as if he hasn’t eaten in a while. “Hello! My name is Tim Drake, and my parents are great! They gave me this huge mansion to live in, and they spend all this money buying nice things for me like this $10,000 camera and drone set, and they pay for the best private education in Gotham. Like, isn’t that so amazing of them? And I definitely do not want to get adopted by ANY other family. Nope. My parents are perfect and if you see me adopted by anyone else, THEN CALL 911 IMMEDIATELY.”

Gotham Gazette: TRAGEDY STRIKES AS DRAKE INDUSTRIES HEIR TIMOTHY DRAKE TURNS UP DEAD. POLICE RULE PARENTAL NEGLECT

It’s a dark day in Gotham’s history as social media darling Tim Drake, who has taken the city by storm with his charming photography and public PSAs, has been found dead. Late last night, Dick Grayson-Wayne, son of eccentric billionaire Bruce Wayne, dove into Gotham Harbour, claiming to have seen Tim Drake falling in. 40 minutes later, at 11.39pm, search parties discovered a gruesome sight. Tim Drake’s iconic red hoodie and ripped jeans were found in the water, shredded to pieces and covered in blood. Further search parties found pieces of bone, and strips of flesh later identified as intestines, lungs and teeth. Analysts have already confirmed a match to the young boy.

Security feeds show Tim Drake wandering around Gotham Harbour, a place he is known to frequent based on his many social media posts of siren photography. At about 10.57pm, the feeds show him slipping on an oily patch. Tim Drake falls into the water, before struggling for several minutes, eventually going under and not coming up. Minutes later, Dick Grayson-Wayne sprints and dives off the edge, only to emerge empty-handed. It is presumed Tim Drake’s body was claimed by sirens soon after.

Thousands are in morning for the young child, so full of potential, and beloved by so many. Bruce Wayne, long-time neighbor to the Drakes, had this to say.

[Embedded video shows Bruce Wayne, eyes red and choking back further tears. He blows his nose loudly. “W-well, i-i-it’s just so awful! Timothy was- was- was, he was such a bright young lad. And now his l-life is just-, he was right there! And tell you what, I know I have a reputation.”

He gestures to his gaggle of children, lined up stoically behind him. Bruce Wayne continues, “But I deeply care for the suffering of children. Honestly, I thought like everyone else that the Drakes took their kid abroad on their trips. Then I saw Timothy all alone and I asked him if his parents were home, and he got all evasive on me. Then I saw more signs, but I didn’t wanna overstep, you know? S-so I just kept trying to call his parents. And kept trying. And I just couldn’t reach them. I know I should’ve checked in on him, but no child wants a massive strange man showing up at their house when they’re a-alone, you know? But n-n-now I wish I did b-because-,”

The man breaks down into tears. A stately-looking butler escorts him and his children inside. “My deepest apologies, but Master Bruce has a soft heart, and will be unavailable for further questions.”

Police Commissioner Gordon has already opened an enquiry into Tim Drake’s parents. Why was Tim Drake alone in Gotham Harbour, a hub for organized crime and siren attacks? Where were they the night their son died? Where are they now?

Will Tim Drake, a child taken from us too soon, receive justice?

[kaimaciel]

Friday prompt!

Gangstalia with Red hiding hood vibes~

The big 5 are hosting a masked ball at the Maplewood Manor. Afonso, never denying some good free wine, shows up in his careto costume and wearing a red cape for an extra look of mystery. Antonio had come with him dressed as a wolf, he was somewhere getting drunk with Francis and Gilbert.

At some point Afonso goes after his dumb brother. The wolf costume finds him first.

"Oh so you finally decided to show up?" Afonso teases.

"Feeling lonely?" The wolf speaks, mimicking Antonio's way of speaking. But Afonso's ears could sense the difference. He looks at his hands, they're a little more soft looking than Antonio's.

He smirks "What nice hands do you have Mr wolf."

"They're to hold you better."

So corny, charmingly corny.

"What pretty eyes you have as well."

"They're to look at you better" a disguised Luciano rubs his finger over his chin "wanna see my mouth? No sharp teeth here."

A fake shotgun pokes his head. Arthur, dressed as a hunter, scolds him "stealing clothes from drunkards eh, brat?"

"I was afraid my brother was ass naked somewhere," Afonso said.

"Not ass naked. I left him in his boxers," Luciano said, smirking.

"Thank God."

Arthur put down his fake gun. "You are shameless, Luciano."

"I'll handle this, amor. Come on. Let's give Tonio his clothes back," Afonso grabbed Luciano's hand and pulled him to the bathroom.

"Just so you know, I'm not wearing anything beneath this costume. You're not gonna make me go into that ballroom naked, are you?" Luciano asked, his smirk evident in his voice.

Afonso locked the door.

"Oh, you're getting naked," he leaned against the tiled wall. "Let me show you what happens when the big bad wolf catches the little red ridding hood only to discover it was a demon."

[seasaltcosmos]

PLEASE PLEASE tell me why leo didn't recognize raph as the nightwatcher oh my gosh, go HAM

OH. BOY. HERE WE. GO.

LET'S TALK ABOUT WHY LEO DIDN'T RECOGNIZE THE NIGHTWATCHER.

everyone- EVERYONE for years has been calling it "dumb" that in tmnt 2007, casey recognized raph as the nightwatcher, but his own brother didn't. and maybe it was something the writers overlooked or forgot to write out, i don't know, but this is MY hyperfixation and I get to choose the english teacher overanalysis.

let's put this into perspective: leo has been in south america for well over a year. not only did he choose to extend that period, he stopped writing to his family. there's been a lack of communication for months so he has no idea what's been happening. if april didn't find him, he probably would have stayed even longer.

something i noticed is that when leo goes home, he acts like none of his brothers changed or grew the whole time he was gone. it's just "oh, i'm home! back to normal! i'm bro-mom again" and raph is the only one who's actively reminding him that things ARE different, he can't just act like they aren't. but leo doesn't see that, he treats it like "oh the typical Raph Antagonism that's just how he is."

i'm not saying 07!leo's dismissive or sanctimonious, (which lbr he is but that's irrelevant rn) it's more like. when you've been away for college or on a long trip or something, there's that awkwardness of the home you remember vs the home you just came back to. furniture has rearranged, there's new dishes in the cabinets, there's a weird shift in the atmosphere, ygm? maybe you're gonna act like nothing is different, but it totally is and it bugs you for a good while before you can mentally settle back in. (i was away from home for half of 2018 so i can confirm IT WAS WEIRD)

the reason leo doesn't figure out raph is the nightwatcher is because he doesn't recognize that change in him. he sees the same raph he left over a year ago who didn't sneak out and go full red hood, he assumes he just slept all day and did nothing because that's what april told him. that's what everyone believed he was doing. ngl i could speculate that leo was against the nightwatcher because he felt guilty for leaving and someone else had to pick up the slack but that has nothing to do w this.

that's also why casey DID recognize him. he saw how raph changed overtime. raph is the turtle he's closest to and considering his backstory, he would ABSOLUTELY be the first to put two and two together. casey is literally the ONLY CHARACTER raph opens up to right before leo comes back. it's likely casey has been the only one he's actively talked to the whole time and that's also why he realized raph was the nightwatcher. my friend's upset that he and his brothers aren't a team or allowed to fight anymore, then a few weeks later some new mysterious hero appears? gee, that SURE IS A COINCIDENCE.

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ok i think that's my whole two cents on the "why didnt leo recognize raph" thing-

[bmblboop]

RWBY X Justice League... TWO!

Gonna do another liveblog while killing some time. Here goes!

-cut for length-

UHD is 480p? This movie has been out for two weeks and it's not 1080? I thought the first one was only that way bc I got it day-of!

Ugh, I wont get mad over it. The YT edition gave me trouble the last time too - let's just see how it goes.

Recap! Took me a minute to realize this is the Weiss vs Bruce music from the first movie - which is definitely the closest we've gotten to classic RWBY music.

"'Grimm' as in, "The Brothers"?" For half a second I thought she was referring to the Gods of Light and Dark but no as in the authors 'Brothers Grimm' because the DC universe is supposed to be Earth and fairytales are just fairytales here. Are they gonna lean more into the allusion aspect of RWBY et. al now that we have a world where Red Riding Hood and the others are just stories?

Jurassic Park moment with the Pterrorsaur. Except this time they can literally smell fear.

Epic Ruby moment vs the Taijitu (first time in Maya), love how creative the fights are.

Grimm on Earth turn to gunk? Hopefully it's just goo and not regeneration-goo (like the Wyvern 'Blood' in v3).

Ooh, when the Kilg%re/Goliath gets punched the cracks are yellow. Color scheme: red, white, black, yellow.

When I saw the flash of purple tailing Batman I thought TYRIAN!? Nope, it's just a Scorpion with a modified tail... suspiciously like Tyrian's. Guess Watts is involved after all.

Saw this preview clip, but ow. Weiss is still hurting from losing Atlas, and I honestly don't blame her. That was her home, and it's straight up gone. Glad to see this carry through from v9, as well as Ruby's post-renewal mindset.

Voice changer to keep the mystery voice a mystery.

Mmm Flash angst. Reminds me of v9 Jaune. Blond boys get no sleep.

Had to pause on Weiss' contacts screen and I love that shes got all her teammates, all her family, and Maria just, lurking. Lol

Clearly Maria has her own scroll but I do have to wonder how good she is at tech things given she has such a close-cropped image. Or maybe she doesn't give a shit XD.

Love love love that conversation with Klein, I love that this is the direction of Weiss' character arc and I love that daddy issues whammy of 'He abandoned Atlas long before it fell.' 'Do you mean Atlas, or your family?'

Time dilation double pun. The 'when you are needed most' line at the end of v9 and Weiss being the one saying 'we have experience with that' considering one of her glyphs is Time Dilation.

Blake breaking down the door feat. Yang's flirty wink.

XD Ruby entering the portal in style

We finally got a 'not in Kansas anymore' referenceeeee.

Oh, split up along Weiss/Blake and Yang/Ruby this time, glad to see it! Time for sisterly conflict.

Heh. Joker and Harley watching the city burn.

Oh now I see why Blake went to Gotham. Cat. Bat. "This is where he's from. I get it now."

The way Ruby just knew that she'd still be able to move like she did on Remnant. My girl. (Was worried for a sec she was gonna try to Silver Eyes it and that would fail)

"You learn not to question Flash's villain roster." That got a laugh out of me and I don't even know about Flash's lore.

Something about Weiss mentioning "Mr Freeze" while dressed as an Ice Princess is funny to me.

The particles on Blake and Jessica's fist bump :D

Aw man, it IS regeneration goop!

I guess 'consciousness is stored' is how we can get Watts in a post-v9 crossover. Technomagic stuff.

Weiss proving she's the queen.

Hope Cyborg isn't corrupted.

Love this Cobra/Dragonfly grimm. Clip it's wings!

'We need more firepower.' Enter Yang with an epic save.

Hold on, are Yang's flame punches the color of the lesbian flag?

Are we gonna a get a 'speedsters need to slow down' moral here? With Flash also rushing into danger and nearly getting killed?

Anyway, planning session time.

The truth revealed.

Honestly, 'no body no death' kinda applies here like we KNOW that Watts died either burning to death via Cinder's wish or when Atlas fell but he was surrounded by computers at the time as well. It could have literally been the last thing he ever did. (Or he did it during v7 since he already wormed his way into the Atlas network via Jacques).

Via Jacques. Man. Watts really is Weiss's personal villain.

The whole 'transferring consciousness' thing also reeks of the Aura Transfer machines used on the Maidens, but I always assumed that was Pietro's invention so he could give life to Penny. Maybe Watts stole or twisted the concept for his own use.

Yang seeing the Ruby in Flash mmmmm. The way he looks at her arm and asks 'what happened?' and Yang explains how she felt ooooooooo. Flash explaining that Kilgore is no longer in his brain but he hears and sees him all the time.

Blonde PTSD buddies WOOOO-

Meanwhile Ruby and Clark orphan bonding. Not entirely sure how Ruby will take the 'I make my parents proud for fighting for the things they died for'

Also given that some of Summer's first "lines" in the show was Red Like Roses Part 2 "baby please don't do what I did/I don't want you to waste your life in vain"

And on that somber note -break time!

[couldbebetterforsure]

Still haven’t been able to start chapter 10 of Engage yet 😔 Life just doesn’t want me playing this game. Well, screw you too life!

Anyways until I get the time to continue I can at least give you my thoughts from the chapters I did play!

The opening is so entertaining! It plays like a Saturday morning cartoon opening and that is NOT a complaint! While I have said many times male Alear is the one I’m more fond of I chose female Alear because whenever I do first runs/main runs of games that allow gender choice for the player I always go with the female option. I also named Alear after my real life name, which I typically only do once I do my main/true run of a game. But this time around I decided I’m gonna have my true run Alear stay named Alear. But my true run won’t be until all the DLC is released. Right now we’re talking about my first run!

Prologue: What is this music so unsettling for????? Seriously, the song that plays on this map is so creepy! The little cutscenes within the chapter itself were pretty, I especially liked the first engage moment with Marth! Straightforward map against creepy purple dragon guy.

Chapter 1: Clanne, Framme, and Vander: “Oh noble and wonderful Divine One, we’re so glad you’re awake!” Alear, dragon who just woke up: ???????? Alear has the appropriate response to sudden zombies, we run from those suckers! But no worry folks, I’ve got years of zombie ass kicking experience from a land called Ylisse, this won’t be any sweat! But then I learned it would be some sweat because Engage has a somewhat different way of handling battle stuff. It was a bit hard to get it started but it’s fun! And Vander was here to do his job and keep my low level self alive. And we get officially introduced to my man Mar Mar! The chapter ends with us meeting Lumera (MOM!!!!!!!!)

Chapter 2: What better way to get used to all the new mechanics than by fighting our dragon mom? When she engaged with Sigurd she hit like a TRUCK! Vander was hanging on by a thread after blocking attacks for me. Framme, sweetie, you’re adorable but you hit like a marshmallow! Clanne, my little dude, meanwhile was out here getting a dozen crits. It really is adorable how much Lumera wants to be with Alear again. I can’t imagine how it must feel like, waiting for 1000 years for your beloved child to wake up so you can talk and eat and spend time together again. I’m so weak to family stuff….

Chapter 3: We start the chapter with interest dream/flashback(?) of red Alear. Ooooh creepy grin there. MOTHER NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! It’s too soon!!!!! I know I know people will say we’ve only had her for one chapter but like I said I’m super weak to family stuff. I also was plenty attached to Mikoto back in Fates too. Also it was Alear’s voice acting that really sold it. Like WOW that was some incredible work to sell me on Alear’s grief. I actually looked up male Alear’s version of this scene and that destroyed me! Getting a bit ahead of myself, first off battle! And we got three new friends in Etie, Boucheron, and ALFRED 😍😍😍😍 As I said in another post, I really did think Diamant would be my man but Alfred showed up and said “remember how much you love the earnest sweethearts”? Boucheron is sweet and was a decent tank, I really like the whole backup mechanic. Etie is out here testing my notorious luck with archer units but she’s cool so I’ll try my best with her! And Alfred my main man!!! I actually didn’t get to use him that much this map 😂 But I already fell in love with the bits of his personality he showcased. Anyways, hello there mysterious murderous hooded girl!

Chapter 4: The Somniel is a gorgeous place! I love that it’s so pretty and bright to look at but also not as annoyingly big to explore like the monastery was in 3H. Firene’s battle map music is so pretty I love just taking my time through this map as I listen to it. We get more pals in this newest chapter in the form of Celine, Chloe, and Louis. Celine is so good and she was terrifying when I engaged her with Celica. I love Pegasus units and Chloe was a great addition to that group, especially with her dodging. And Louis was SUCH a good tank, I love that armored units have the special gimmick of being immune to break! Also the Alfred-Sigurd combo was amazing, my man is just galloping across the map! We end the chapter getting our item and weapon shops, AND we our time rewind mechanic! Heck yeah! And we meet the mysterious little Veyle who saved our ass! I really love her swan look it’s cute!

Chapter 5: Gasp! A wild living Fire Emblem mother! With a name and face too!!! And we meet mystery evil lady Zephia! I really appreciate the change up to the way chests/locked doors work in this game. Anyone can open a chest without needing a key or ability and similarly if you can just break down locked doors. As someone who hated using keys because I consider them a waste of inventory slot, I love the change! And while I love the units with special lock picking abilities I’m glad this game made it so that you’re not forced to make/use one. We got ourselves a clothing shop and blacksmith to join us on the Somniel! A shame the outfits are only for the Somniel. Speaking of the Somniel I got to play around with the features in the ring chamber and the polishing mechanic is funny. The bond ring gacha is a fun little thing and I am glad it strictly only uses in game currency. Plus, SOMMIE!!!!!!!! Tiny adorable puppy looking baby!!!! That I can feed and pet and dress up!!!!! I named it Benji for this run but when I get to my main run I’ll stick with Sommie as the name.

Paralogue 1: FUCK YEAH!!! New villager unit!!! Listen I know villager units tend to be a pain in the ass to level up and use but I adore them to death! And not a single one of them has failed me yet! Jean is so adorable, a tiny little doctor in training who is ready to punch! I like that they make him ready and able to heal from the start so it’s not as bad to train him as it would typically be with his unit type. And bless, when I saw this map was a “keep the villagers safe” one I was already getting ready for the headache. But Jean and his dad did a good job keeping the villagers healed on my behalf, leaving me free to kick ass and take names. Also why did Firene abandon all the British people on this one island? 😂

Chapter 6: Yunaka is so funny! I love her energy, her voice mimicking thing, the way she’s blatantly hiding being a killer, her silly quotes and puns. And she’s a thief unit too! I really like the whole “thieves’ daggers have poison” thing. Pain in the ass to get hit by but really nice when dishing it out myself! Also we get Micaiah this time and holy shit does she provide a healing boon! Our very first fog of war map of the game and I didn’t make too many dumb mistakes! Heck yeah! Nothing much to say for this chapter, a straightforward map and funny story content. Ooh and we meet again Veyle! Why are you randomly here? Oh and after the map went back to the Somniel and got the Three Houses bracelet! Dimitri my gentle hearted baby boy, so good to see you, I missed you!!!!!🥹🥹🥹🥹 And Claude, hi there!!!😄 Oh and I guess you’re here too Edel 😒

Paralogue 2: Ahh here’s our latest Anna! And unlike the last game she actually gets to take part in supports! Interesting that they made her a little kiddo this time around. Also I looked up her growths, why the heck is she an axe user if her magic growth is that good???? Welp I mean she’s been doing pretty okay with her axe regardless for me since she’s actually been coming through on getting strength for level ups. But I had to restart this map a couple times because I couldn’t keep this girl alive. She takes hits like tissue paper…But I like how spunky she is!

Chapter 7: We hop on over into Brodia and Alear nearly gets shot in the head along the way. And we get to meet Alcryst! The way his whole apology is so completely at odds with the pretty cool way he’s introduced was hilarious! Also his retainers are so pretty!!! Alcryst is another bow user but he’s also a crit machine for me. Alcryst: “I’m sorry I am such a pathetic failure 😞 *massacres a dozen enemies* Why am I so useless?” Lapis is really good at dodging and pretty speedy too! Citrinne is so pretty looking and magic wise she’s fine but my Clanne is honestly more solid, but my gosh she can NOT take a hit! I mean yeah she’s a mage but even by mage standards my girl can’t be hit. Looks like we get to meet the circus crew for this battle! Hortensia seems interesting so far, kinda bratty from the looks of it. Goldmary’s personality was not what I expected like she seems soft spoken but she’s also sounding kinda rude too? Everything about Rosado is great from his pretty hair to his adorable wyvern to his utter confidence in his cuteness. And ooh Hortensia has an evil version of an Emblem? I wonder what-*sees that it’s Lucina* FREE MY DAUGHTER YOU CIRCUS FREAKS!!!!!! Luci, baby, don’t you worry mama’s gonna save you!!!!! Taking a peek at Lucina’s abilities and geez that shit’s terrifying. I was so careful with how my units were advancing because I did NOT wanna get hit by everybody and their mother with Lucina’s special ability. We didn’t get to free my baby girl in the end 😡😡😡😡 I’ll save you Lucina I swear!!!!!!

Chapter 8: Oh so Veyle is looking for a missing sibling huh? Okay I already can tell where that little plot point is going! We get to meet Diamant, a handsome lad for sure! Sorry Diamant I really was gonna make you my main beau but Alfred has stolen my heart! But since I’m saving Alfred for my main run I’ll still S support you for this run! You know assuming none of the other fellas catch my eye more. We also get to meet Diamant and Alcryst’s dad, Morion, who was definitely NOT what I was expecting. I do like that despite Alcryst being so self deprecating and all that it doesn’t look like it comes from a lack of love/parental favoritism. We also obtain our boy Roy along the way! And he’s got some nice goodies for us as an Emblem! I love how hard they’re leaning into the fire stuff. And geez this is the chapter of introductions huh, now we’re meeting Ivy and her squad. Ivy looks super pretty and super spiky too! I like how she rides her wyvern side saddle. And she’s got a red version of my son Leif, so you know I’m gonna kick her ass to save him! Kagetsu looks adorably out of place compared to how goth Ivy and Zelkov look but I love how cheerful he seems! Speaking of what an *interesting* gimmick Zelkov has going on. And shit here we go with another intro from Amber, one of Diamant’s retainers! What a….goof. Seriously he’s such a weird little goof from the introduction onwards. Diamant himself hits hard, and I do love me some swords. Gotta say of the three Kagetsu was the scariest. A promoted unit and that stupid crit level of his!!! But we managed to get my boy Leif back and I am sooo eager to use him I love Leif so much! And from the sneak peek I saw of his abilities he looks like fun! I really like how the ending scene shows Diamant is just as nervous as Alcryst but in a different way. But yeah, Morion is TOTALLY getting his ass killed. Also yeah, why can’t I become a dragon Intsys?!?!?!?!??!?!!!!!?!?!?!

Chapter 9: Yup what did I say about Morion? Well he might not be DEAD dead just yet but I have little hope for him. Also wow was NOT expecting Hyacinth to be a punchy dude. And WOW dick move making Ivy have to get herself killed to buy you time to escape…We get Diamant’s other retainer in this chapter in the form of Jade, and she looks and sounds super cool! And she also was stealing a bunch of experience from my squad until I could reach her and recruit her 😞 Kagetsu was once again the scariest fucker of this map but my boy Alfred crit his ass to oblivion! That’s my sweet flower prince!!! Nice of Alear to let Ivy and her squad escape with their lives. Just as it was nice of Ivy to tell us where to go!

And so that’s where I am, waiting for the chance to continue with chapter 10 onward. Haven’t been able to set aside the time to play, which I am so annoyed about because I am really having fun playing Engage and want to continue. All I’ve been able to do since finishing chapter 9 was getting the update and just working on some supports, leveling up, bond ranks…That stuff.

Anyways that’s all I have for now! Hopefully will get to update with my thoughts for the next chapters soon!

[avaflourine]

Neon Hell: Chapter Three

He watched. In his woolen hood of mystery, he gazed upon the swordsman garbed in the holy snail."How curious," the hooded man thought, "How naive he is at this time. No matter, I shall be rid of him in due time."The hooded man went on his way, not wanting to dampen the snail-bound crusader's black victory.

Francis walked until he saw what looked to be a town that was in ruin, yet people were still living there. The people looked malnourished, their bones being visible, their skin acting as nothing but a frail, brittle cover for their bodies that looked like they were full of nothing but dust. Their houses barely even looked like places that would be lived in, more like cages that they could leave freely. The people looked like they were crying– but lacked the moisture in their bodies to form tears.

Before Francis could act, heard an all-too familiar galloping, and got unwanted flashbacks, so he hastily dove under a rock, his mind running wild with fears and worries. While he was thinking on what to do next, he felt something tugging on his leg, he looked back to see a pile of leaves, vines and roots in a vaguely humanoid shape, which had a strange drop of golden liquid glowing through the center with its "arm" tugging on Francis's aforementioned leg.

"Please…feed me…I'm starving…" The Snail-bound crusader started to panic as he threw his flask full of stream water at the plant creature. The roots coiled around the lid of the flask and screwed it open, the beautiful clear liquid flooding the roots and leaves, as the plants sprung to life, looking a lot more like a living creature.

The wilted, dry leaves became vibrant and pink, as the plant figure seemed to be made from some sort of cherry blossom. It even has a face. A face made out of leaves, but a face nonetheless. It looked up at Francis and smiled. "Thank you stranger! I dunno what's going on, but you really saved my stem." "W-who exactly are you? And I thought plants couldn't talk." Francis asked, feeling perplexed, and a little scared at the same time. "I don't know! Until 15 minutes ago I couldn't talk! Wanna be friends?" Francis was about to laugh in his face, until he really thought it over. "Wow…I really haven't had any friends ever since I escaped the library. I'm getting tired of being lonely, and I'm sure he'd feel the same way if I left him alone." "Y'know what? Yeah, we can be friends. My name's Francis! What's your…oh. Right." They both giggled."Call me…Bloom?" The plant creature said. "Sounds cute, I guess you have a name, it's nice to meet you, Bloom-" Their riveting conversation is interrupted by several blood curdling screams. The newfound friends look to see the source of the horrific noises. Bloom looked on in confusion, as Francis looked on in terror, because his fears from earlier were confirmed. The strange tribe of porcupine creatures were back, but rather than there being 4 of them…There were over 20.

"Bloom, we need to do something," Francis barely managed to sputter out of his mouth, "Why? What's going on?" "I've met those guys before, they're bad news." "Oh…"

"Eh, boss! Heard what happened to group 4?" One of the porcupine creatures said to a significantly bigger one wearing a flowing red cape that was clearly stolen from a creature much taller than him, showing that he must've been some sort of leader"We found Chapcrok, and he was muttering something about a snail man, so we put him out of his fear!" "ATTA LAD!" The leader said, as the rest of the tribe cheered. "Doesn't quite matter now, they're just not gonna get a piece o' da pie that we'll be getting when we sell all this sweet cargo!" The people in the cage-like houses looked horrified.

Francis stands up. "Fran, what are you doing?! They're gonna kill you! I don't wanna lose my first friend!" "I'm not just gonna sit here and watch as these people suffer, and I understand if you don't want to do anything, but you won't be able to convince me otherwise."

Francis walks forward, and yells "HEY!" as he brandishes FATE

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I figured out how I wanted them to finally meet, currently in the process of writing key points of the story, to peice them together. Hope you enjoy!!

Bell had been walking for days to get the delivery of engine parts to the Bazaar settlement, he was making good time, until a group of the infected blocked his usual route, a pain in the ass, he could've sworn there weren't this many around these parts last spring, he just hoped they weren't migrating in search of more prey because he really wasn't ready to move on, settlements are somewhat conveniently close, making this a great place for scavengers, like himself, jobs were plentiful, and he still needed a few more jobs if he wanted to make it through another winter.

He sat down to rest by a tree, taking out his canteen, he went to drink it, but before he could he heard a noise, he couldn't put his finger on what it sounded like..... groaning maybe, but didn't sound like any infected, getting back to his feet, he walked towards the sound being careful to make very little noise, looking through a group of trees he saw four dead Red marauders, and another person, he was wearing a strange mask and hood, still alive but clutching a wound, if he had to guess the marauders had tried to ambush him and he fought them all off, he had never seen someone do that.

Bell wasn't sure if he could trust him, but if the guy tried to chase him, he was sure he could outrun him, the guy limped just trying to sit up on a tree.

"H-hello" Bell said, coming through the tree line.

The guy looked towards Bell before picking up a knife and raising it at him, he had a fire in his eyes, as he tried to get back to his feet.

"Woah!! hey, hey, I don't have any intentions on hurting you, ya' look hurt, and I can help, I got spare bandages and even some alcohol". Bell said, pulling his medkit from his bag.

"How do I know I can trust you"

"As far as I see it you don't have much of a choice, you certainly are in no mood to travel like that and even if you could walk with that wound to your stomach and leg, you'd for sure pass out from blood loss before you could make it very far, so what'll it be?

There was a long silence, aside from the masked guys, tired breaths, he eventually lowered the knife, setting it to his side, Bell walked closer keeping his hands visible, when he was finally close enough, he kneeled down to get a closer look.

"Could you lift your shirt up a bit, I need to get a better look at what I'm working with".

Lifting it up slightly he leaned further back into the tree and winced in pain.

Bell took notice of his skin being similar in color to cocoa "hmm you're gonna need a few stitches, I hope you're not afraid of needles" Clem said with a chuckle.

"Just do it...please" the masked man said with a slight tilt of his head.

"Oh snap you have manors, I haven't heard please in a long time, so mystery man, you uh got a name? I'm Bell, just Bell". He said setting up his stitching kit.

"Not one I can share"

"Oh come on"

"Nope."

"Alright how about masky...hahaha guessing by your dead stare you don't like it, mmm I guess scary will have to do for now, so Mr. scary you sure are a man of mystery no name, mask and hood, you on the run or something?"

"Nothing like that, I just like my privacy"

"Okay if you say so, but that does sound like something someone on the run would say" Bell said with a cheeky smile.

"Alright done with that stitch and bandaged it, you handled that really well, could I see your leg?"

Mr. Scary raised his leg a bit, rolling up his pants leg, breathing out a sigh of pain while doing so.

"Okay this one isn't so bad, you just need some disinfectant and a good bandage wrap, after that try and keep your weight off of it, and keep the bandages clean.

"How do you know all this stuff anyway?"

"Ah well y'know when you're out here by yourself it's good to learn some first aid, so I eventually got enough to trade for some medical books, what about you?"

"I know a few basic things, but my focus has been more on not getting hurt in the first place"

"Hahaha that's certainly fair, I'd say you are damn good at that, I've never seen one person fight off that many marauders at the same time, without a gun, hell even with a gun plenty of people killed before they could kill them all, most of the time they're so doped up they shake off pain."

"I had them until one jumped down from a fucking tree, almost kabobing me with a spear".

"Yeah they do that sometimes, its weird red marauders don't usually come out this far, they usually hang out closer to the old mall settlement ever since they took it over, a few years back, they are pushing into the territory of a different bandit group, I just call them greenies cause they use camouflage and I don't dare get too close to their camps to fact check their title, maybe the marauders will start warring with them, I just hope they both manage to take each other out of the picture, with the mix of extra zombies and increase in these bandits, life for scavengers like me, only get harder. My bad I'm rambling. It's just good to talk to someone, I'm done with the bandages."

"It's fine you're quite entertaining, and it takes the edge off the pain a bit… thank you for the help"

"No problem, don't thank me just yet though, I recommend you get some rest, I can camp here with you if you'd like, I lost quite a bit of daylight, taking a detour and finding you, I'm not in the mood to track through a dark forest with so many of the infected around."

"I don't know I really should get going."

"Oh come on, and I know I said that before but hey doctors orders this time, you should get rest, and food, I make a mean stew."

"Okay fine, I'll stay" Scary said with a small chuckle

"So you can laugh, oh my god!!! hahaha no way, don't worry I wont hold it against you, I'll set up camp, a few lanterns, get a small fire going, it will be great."

After setting up the camp, Bell began to work on the stew.

" I've talked enough to you, to notice you're a man of few words, Scary, so if you want while cooking I could tell a story, or we could just sit here listening to the sounds of the stew cooking."

"Story."

"Alright!! Good choice so one time I was on a job that required me to deliver a few boxes of ammo, to a new smaller settlement that had branched out from it’s mother base, to spread power, and hopefully open a smoother trade route, sending two armed men with me for my protection and to make sure I didn't run off with the ammunition."

"Wait but why didn't the settlement just send the two armed guys to make the delivery." Scary said with a head tilt.

"Scavengers know the land better than anybody, the safest and fastest routes, since they are forced to learn the hard way, settlements want their efficiency, but know better than to put their full trust into a Scav."

"Okay got it, please, continue."

"It started out not to different from my usual route, a few infected here and there, the occasional marauder scouts, that were easy enough to avoid, it only started getting weird when we reached the settlement, I called out for them to open the gates, with no answer, so I switch on my walkie talkie and got onto the channel the mother base said they'd be on, and still no answer, lights were on but it was completely silent.

So we circled the entire settlement and found a good spot to grapple up. After climbing the wall the place was deserted, a place that was supposed to house fifty people including guards, just empty. All of their stuff was around, it was as if they had left in a hurry, clothes, food, even guns, were still there, looking through the place, checking the general store, security quarters, where I proceeded to grab a few small things while my escorts weren't looking a few gun magazines, a molotov, etc. We even checked a few of the small shacks, we found one body burned, it looked like it happened a while ago, with writing in the dirt "Only fire can kill these demons".

We began to hear a low guttural growl, spinning around to find out what it is, I couldn't see a thing, until I looked at one of the settlements corners and I saw what looked liked a large burrow two red eyes glowed from the darkness, looking at us, and I didn't take my eyes off of it, slowly backing away. It began to walk closer, I think it was infected but... different, its lips were split four ways, and its stomach had several rows of teeth, and yet.....it spoke to us in perfect English "Help me, Help me" over and over, in the voice of a little girl.

When one of the two armed men began to raise their rifles, it let out a blood curdling scream, my escorts began to shoot at it, then it began lunging at us, latching onto the first man, it tore him in half, I began running towards the rope I could hear it tear through the second man, and then it was just me, I turned and it was dripping with blood growling much louder like an apex predator, lighting the molotov it started to back away still growling, we got into a deadly stare it felt like an eternity and when it lunged at me, I tossed the molotov right at it's chest sending it screaming back into its burrow and I ran for all hell back over the rope, and didn't stop running until the settlement looked tiny, and to this day I never went back to either settlement."

"Bullshit"

"Pffthahaha what do you mean bullshit, that was a totally real story, I still have nightmares of that damn thing from time to time, tch y'know what forget you Mr. Scary, stews done." Bell said with a giggle, and that smile he seems to always wear on his face."

Making two bowls for himself and Mr. Scary, when Bell began eating, he just held the bowl.

"Is something wrong" Bell said

"Could you look towards the fire instead of me."

"Oh come on, I still can't see your face."

"Still no, and I can tell when you're side eyeing.

"Fine, fine."

Bell could hear Scary slightly pull his mask up, so he could reach his mouth, and Scary began to scoop the stew fast, eating it as if it were going somewhere.

"Hey I'm glad you like it, but don't choke"

"Okay" scary said slowing down"

"There is plenty more if you want some more."

For about an hour Bell talked and Scary listened, only occasionally asking questions, or replying to Bell, when they had finished up the stew, Bell gave scary his sleeping bag, scary insisted he doesn't need it, but Bell assured him he has a poncho that'll keep him plenty cozy, but scary on the other hand doesn't have that same option. Putting out the fire leaving a few dim lamps on, they both fell asleep.

However when Bell had woken up Scary was gone, his sleeping bag had been neatly rolled and packed up along with the rest of his gear, it was as if Scary was never there in the first place, only thing stopping Bell from thinking it was all a figment of his imagination was the knife Scary used on those red marauders was placed in his pocket. Doing one final check to see if he had everything. Bell set off to finish his delivery, but scary from that day forward would linger in his mind, his voice, that mask, his eyes, his...body, he hoped he'd one day run into scary again.

[britcision]

You’re all good, tbh I was feeling a little bad cuz I definitely went off harder than necessary 😅 sorry about that, it’s just a major pet peeve of mine

And the problem is even specific situations also get retold seven ways to Sunday. Like the night Bruce Wayne��s parents died, which is occasionally linked to Jack Napier for some reason

And the advice is the same either way

If you wanna share the thing you care about: absolutely yes, please do that, tell us all the things you love about it and tell us which specific thing it is so people can actually find it

Cuz the thing is “we can tell you only consumed a very specific media and are defensive of it when discussing other versions” is exactly how I’d describe what most of the DC fans are doing in this case

When you come at people aggressive and defensive, is it really that surprising when they push back?

I got half my favourite ridiculous DC facts from people going on long rants about this run they loved so much, or how a character/event was done in a specific adaptation

I’ve never seen anyone complain about that - although I’m sure someone somewhere probably has

When you approach it as sharing joy instead of spreading gospel or as some kind of required reading, we can all keep having fun

But I also see so many people apologising for how they write DC characters because they haven’t consumed every possible run, and think about how many great stories are never getting written because people think there’s this barrier of “you must have consumed x canon media” that DC’s professional writers have never seen in their lives

The real answer is gonna be down the middle, especially if you happen to know which comic/show someone else’s interpretation is based on

Then you can have “oh did you enjoy Under The Red Hood? This is my favourite Outlaws comic, it’s a different take but I think you’ll like it”

We can build each other up instead of looking down on people who haven’t been Partaking Of The Text, and even if someone has only seen one thing and is basing their stuff off that, that’s not a bad thing or a problem; it’s just their thing, and they’re more likely to look at more if you can make it seem interesting instead of required reading, or worst of all a scavenger hunt to guess what version you mean

It’s just… not a mystery why this happens on either side, it’s a self fulfilling prophecy which is really disappointing, because I’d like to actually see these other versions of stories, but people keep complaining about other folks not knowing their version without saying where we could find it

Communication is about 70% nonverbal, from tone, posture, and facial expression, which we don’t have online - so you’ve got to be real clear in your words what you’d like as the outcome, and preferably make it as easy as possible for people to see your thing and agree with you, on all sides

It’s an art, not a science, and it takes practice

The trick is actually practicing and if you notice you keep getting a lot of opposition where you think you’re being misunderstood, it might be time to try some different wording, or getting your point across somewhere else

Just “read some comics” doesn’t tell anyone anything actually helpful; you don’t know if they already did, just some very different runs than yours

And people might still read it and decide they like their version better; if they’re not telling you that you have to like theirs best, we can always agree to disagree and find the things we both like to talk about instead

And just… think about the framing for a minute

That people should be open to learning and discussing different versions

Because what if that isn’t what they’re here for? What if they just want to talk about their version? Make their own little sandcastles in their own sandbox? Are they somehow doing fandom wrong?

Or are you both just interested in different things, and probably not particularly interesting to each other? Cuz there’s nothing wrong with that, you can just keep doing the things you’re both interested in and ignore each other entirely

Like if you prefer Danny-and-the-Supers, you can go and complain about all the Danny-and-Batpham, or you can toss out some more Danny-and-Clark-are-secret-twins prompts; one of these will bring you much more of the content you actually want to see

It’s weird that “hey, maybe read or watch some DC content” seems oddly controversial in DPxDC fandom

Presumably you enjoy the characters since you keep using them, you’ll probably like one of the comics tv shows or movies(especially the animated movies)

we don’t HAVE to treat the entirety of DC canon like it’s Phantom Planet