#peak outlaw outfit

[jihef03]

After bringing you "Eric Judor/Joe Dalton had some rizz", I'm now bringing "Michael Youn/Billy the Kid had some swagger"

[yoditopascal]

Middle of the Night

"In the middle of the night, I'm wide awake, I crave your taste. All night long 'til morning comes. I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours"

a/n: inspired by the comic Red Hood and the Outlaws VOL.1 Dark Trinity, I just read it and couldn’t get this idea outta my head

warning: MINORS DNI 18+, phone sex, first time saying ‘i love you’, Jason Todd is a warning all of his own

Jason Todd who stays up late in his little makeshift “bat cave” doing research on the next crime lord he’s about to take down but tonight he can’t focus

He knows he should be neck deep in his work not have his head in the clouds but all he can think about is you. How your home all alone in bed without him, probably sleeping in one of his shirts or that night gown he likes-

“Get a grip” he says shaking his head to clear his thoughts

It almost works for a second… almost

The next thing he knows, amongst the cheap takeout containers, his phone is going off, it’s a text from you.

Speak of the Devil

‘You busy?’ it says

He looks at the time, it’s a little past 4am. Christ what were you still doing up, didn’t you have work in the morning?

Just as the thought bubble popped up as he started to text back his phone goes off again, this time you’re FaceTiming him.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?” He answers the phone with a wince. That came out a little harsher than he meant it.

“Can’t sleep.” You mumbled a reply adjusting your bonnet.

“Didja try?” He asked with a raised brow knowing you probably didn’t

“Missed you too much” you fake pouted “aaaand I may have been out with some friends earlier”

“Aaah so this is a booty call” he teased with a smug look on his face. Your cheeks darkened with a blush

“Shut up it is not! I really missed you!”

“Suuuuure” he continued

“Ass” you chewed you bottom lip as you readjusted the camera so that you were sitting on your bed hands free crisscrossed. When you moved he got a peak of your panties underneath the shirt which he realized was his.

“So what time did you get home?” he asked as he tried to focus on the computer screen in front of him but found his gaze drifting back to you on his phone

“Oh like three hours ago, me and the gang just went out to a club” you said nonchalantly

“You take your knife with you?” he asked with a serious tone

“Yes Jay and I wasn’t alone.” you rolled your eyes before propping your chin on your fist.

“Doesn’t matter you know how shitty Gotham can-“

“I know I know but I’m not worried” you interrupted him with a small smile

“Oh? You’re not huh?” he asked raising his eyebrow propping his phone up on his desk so he could mimic you propping his head on his fist.

“Nah see my guy watches out for me.” you smile sheepishly as you began to play with the hem of the shirt that was a little too big on you

“Oh yeah? And who’s this guy? Anyone I know?”

“You might’ve heard of him, he goes by Red Hood.” You bat your eyelashes at him

“Yeah I’ve heard of him” he smirks leaning back in his chair.

“He’s a pretty big guy and he’s super strong and handsome and-“

“Yeah alright I get it, enough.” Jason rolled his eyes turning his gaze back to his computer screen.

“You never let me compliment you.” you pout

“Change the subject.” he warns turning his gaze back to you, the look in his eyes showing that he meant what he said.

“So what’re you wearing?” you ask outta the blue, tucking your bonnet behind your ear.

“Really?” Jason deadpans as he almost chokes on his drink

“Yeah really.” you laughed

“You can see what I’m wearing” he said gesturing to his outfit with a serious face but the look in his eyes told you that he was messing with you. He wanted to hear you say what you wanted from him but you'd be damned if you gave him that kinda satisfaction

“Don’t be an ass Jay.”

“Fiiiine… I’m wearing a t-shirt and jeans.��

“Ooo sexy whatchu got on underneath?” you wolf whistle cartoonishly as you wiggled you eyebrows at him. Jason snorted.

“Are we really doing this mama?”

“Get into yuh!” you sang into the phone

“Why don’t you tell me what you’re wearing.” he said raising his brow at you suggestively

“Just one of your shirts. It smells like you.” you smile and show off what your wearing accidently flashing him your panties again

“Yeah? You miss me that much huh?”

“Always” you sigh longingly as you gaze at him lovingly. He started to do the same before he caught himself. He honestly didn't know what you saw in him to be looking at him like that all the time.

Fabric rustling on the other side of the phone broke him outta his thoughts and brought his attention back to you just as you began to pull at his shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting more comfortable” you said as you pull off his shirt revealing your bare chest to him

“Fuck, you’re killing me.” he swallows thickly

“Let’s hope not.” you chuckle as the panties were the next thing to go

"God you're so pretty baby" Jason watched you as you spread you folds and began touching yourself.

"So are you." you sighed running you other hands up and down your chest teasing your hardening nipples as you went.

Jason groaned running a hand down his face as he watched, his voice was rough and you knew he wanted to be there with you. Looking back up at the phone you watched as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down a little letting his dick spring free from his boxers

“You’re so fucking pretty” you cooed biting your lip as you watch him take his shirt off, your fingers rubbing fast little circles around your clit. Jason rolled his eyes briefly

“Keep going and I’ll take care of you all you want when I get home.” He groans in your ear as he begins to stroke himself, already impossibly hard and sensitive after watching you. He knew he wasn’t going to last long and by the looks of it neither were you.

“You’re—fuck—doin’ so good for me. so good, baby.”

You watched as his hand moved up and down his dick, his thumb coming around occasionally to circle the bright red tip, his hips stuttering as he thought about your hands instead of his. How you’d praise him, and tell him how good he looked while you jerked him off.

You grip the pillows beneath you, needing something to ground yourself as the pleasure starts building.

“Fuck, Jay, I’m almost—”

“Look at me,” he groaned moving his hand a little faster as he watched your fingers move even quicker, before they disappeared inside of your tight hole, your palm taking up the reigns and rubbing against your clit applying just the right amount of pressure as you fingered yourself

“Need you inside of me so bad.” you cried out, he needed it too, listening to you was going to be the death of him. The sounds you were making were enough to send him over the edge alone.

“Cum with me” Jason growled, hips arching slightly off the chair he was sat at

You did as he said, closing your eyes and listening to him panting through the phone as your orgasms washed over you both.

No one said anything for a while, the only sound filling the room was heavy breathing as you both came down from your collective high.

A yawn escaped your lips before either of you had a chance to say anything

Jason chuckled “Sleepy finally?”

“A little but I can stay up a bit longer if you want” you yawned again as you adjusted your self in bed pulling the covers over you.

“Nah it’s ok I got some work to finish up here then I’ll be home soon” Jason said tucking himself in and buttoning his pants back up.

“Alright baby”

“Get some sleep princess.” He said going back to looking at his computer screens

“G’night love you.” your voice slurred

Jason froze before shooting his gaze back to you on the phone

“Did you just-“ his heart pounded in his chest louder than it had all night long, there was no way you just casually let it slipped that you loved him for the first time, nah he had to have misheard you.

Before he could ask if you were serious just now the sound of your soft snores greets his ears as he watched you doze off causing a smile to rest on his face

Love you too baby

[oceantornadoo]

mad max: the 141 (price x f!reader)

ch 1: the trade

canon-typical violence, sexual violence is referenced (but will not happen), general misogyny. the 141 are the good guys, just a bit rough around the edges

series masterlist (also has more world building info)

set in the mad max world, the 141 are a notorious group of outlaws. they've been stopping shipments between fortresses until an agreement has been reached for a trade.

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“pack your things, you’re leaving.”

your stepfather burst into your room, eyes gleaming with excitement. “what for?” he started shoving things into a bag, flowery lingerie and your lightest dresses. “sellin’ you off to those outlaws. they’re helping me take down the citadel.” your mouth gaped. “i thought i was going to the citadel. to be a wife.” he shook his head and threw your shoes at you, forcing you up from your chair. the citadel was an oasis, a farm where everyone got their food. your father ruled gastown, a gas pumping area necessary for any mode of transportation. “got a better deal, more bullets and food for me. come on, don’t leave them waiting.”

ten minutes later you were standing in front of the most famous outlaw group in the wasteland, the 141. except… “isn’t there supposed to be four of you?” you interrupted their negotiations, your stepfather getting angrier by the second. “shut up, girl.” he growled.

“soap died. jus’ tha three of us now.” one of them spoke, gaz. he wore a typical outfit of tactical pants and a leather jacket, but his face seemed devoid of any emotion. there were smile lines on his skin, proof of past happiness, but whatever kindness had existed there, the wasteland had destroyed it, like it destroys everything. you nodded to his response.

you were standing near your stepfather’s throne, the “king” of gastown. the outlaws stared back with stoic gazes. “she’s th’ insurance?” the large one, hidden behind a mask of human bone, spoke up. ghost. “my most valued investment. you get her and gas, you help me take down the citadel.” this was all becoming too real. you were leaving your only home to go with three men, alone, no guards to protect you. you’d become their possession.

“father, please.” you bent at your knees, turning on the tears. “please i don’t want to go, ill be yours here, it’s a waste of resources i-“

he responded with a backhand to your face, choosing to use his mechanical arm. “stop crying, you’re wasting water.” you almost fell down the stairs to his throne, caught so off guard by his violence. he was an angry man, but never did anything to hurt your physical beauty. until you weren’t his anymore. gaz dragged you back, robotically helping you stand, more out of practicality than kindness. you were used to gruff ways, but it still bruised a small part of your heart.

“she’s not yours to hit anymore. deal’s set, we’ll be leaving.” finally, their leader had spoken. all muscle under his clothes, lengths of bullets across each shoulder. he was so notorious he didn’t have a name, just the captain. his size spoke to being well fed, to having food, and you hoped you’d be included in that care, no matter what you had to do in return.

suddenly there you were, on the back of gaz’s bike, head turned to watch the only home you knew fade into the sand of the wasteland. their motorcycles cruised along the desert efficiently until gastown was no more behind you. and then, they stopped.

“off.” gaz patted your leg and set you scrambling off his bike in fear. was this the part where they got what they bought you for? you, well nourished and clean like no other woman, the sheltered princess of gastown. was this where they broke you?

the three men were staring at you, eyes trained on your lower half. you looked down in confusion. were you bleeding? all you saw was the end of your white dress, your leather chastity belt peaking out and your feet encased in sandals. nothing out of the ordinary.

“they got you wearing that?” gaz spoke up. he was the first person to actually address your existence, you realized. “my dress?” he rolled his eyes, suddenly a bit playful, so far out of reach of the man you saw back in the throne room. “leather panties.” the captain clarified. your face burned. panties. such a dull word, but when it came out of his mouth, you had to stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together. ghost tossed the captain a tool and he approached you with it. you backed away, suddenly afraid. were they going to hurt you?

“calm down, love, s’ me. want to get you out of your torture chamber.” he pointed with his bolt cutters to your chastity belt. “oh.” this was it. this was what you were sold for. you turned your face away, hands covering your eyes. if he was going to take you right here, in front of his men, you didn’t want to witness it. instead, he clicked his tongue, rough hands caressing your hip as he found the metal piece that connected the two pieces of leather and cut it with a loud scraping sound. his hand ghosted over your stomach as he turned you the other way, cutting the belt off on the other side. his thumb brushed your hip bone for a torturous second before he stepped back, handing the boltcutters to ghost.

you felt so light all of a sudden. you only went without your belt when you were bathed, which had been happening less and less as water supplies dwindled. “glad to be free?” ghost piped up, his voice like motorcycle tires over gravel. you gave him a smile despite yourself, not noticing the captain’s face grow cloudy. “yeah.” you nodded vigorously. “i’ve worn that belt since i got my first monthly course.” oops, that must have been too much information. the outlaws stared back at you in confusion. “you get your period?” the captain asked, hand rubbing over his beard. you nodded shyly. it wasn’t common for women of the wasteland to get their period since everyone was so malnourished. yours was like clockwork, courtesy of the extra food your stepfather would give you in order to be a more fertile wife one day. the captain swore under his breath and gaz and ghost made eye contact, something hidden passing between them.

“you can’t ride in a dress.” ghost spoke up again. “oh, it turns into a jumpsuit. if you’ll let me go change…” you trailed off as the men stared back at you. there was no shelter in sight. you had forgotten you were in the desert again, too used to the shelter of your walls. “can’t have you runnin’ off on us, love. go’on.” the captain gestured at you, intrigued. his men both stared respectfully in the distance, keeping you in the corner of their eyes but giving you privacy. the captain, however, was intently focused on you, a spark of fire gleaming in his eyes. you nervously untied the fabric of your dress, hands working fast. you wove the fabric like thread, magically knowing where to tuck and pleat. two minutes later, you had transformed into a jumpsuit. you had tried to do it as quickly as possible, turning this way and that so the captain couldn’t see your bare parts, but he’d definitely gotten an eyeful. “done.” you announced loudly, trying to disperse the tension. gaz hummed thoughtfully at the utilitarian design, and that was that.

“hands on me at all times, yeah?” you were now on the captain’s bike, your wider range of movement making it easier to ride with the larger man. he placed your hands on his waist, but you still struggled to connect them all the way. he wasn’t as big as ghost but he was still thick, like the trees you’d heard of eons past. you could feel his muscles working under a slight layer of fat, proof once again of his plentiful resources. the bikes were moving again, and with your cheek resting against his back, eyes facing strings of bullets, you contemplated letting go. letting your body fly off his machine, to die on impact on the desert floor. the captain moved his left hand on top of yours, as if he could read your thoughts. he gave it a slight squeeze, the most comforting gesture you’d received from a man in years. and for some reason, you decided to stay.

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for the reader's outfit, i was thinking of a traditional sari where its one long piece of fabric. reader doesn't have to be indian (obvi) but those were my thoughts and a way to add a bit of my culture in :)

[tinderbox210]

Yes, I immediately got the Star Wars Outlaws Wild Card DLC because I couldn’t wait for more adventures of my fave trio. While I'm not that far in the game yet, it's everything I hoped for so far.

I love the setting of the fancy casino ship (which reminds me a bit of the cruise ship from The 5th Element) and I already got tons of ideas for Kay x ND-5 AUs based on the dlc.

Putting the ideas behind the cut because some spoilers included but first, don't they look good striding side by side into the casino like they own the place?

Okay now to ideas...

First I loved the little bits of ND & Nix interaction during the hyperspace jump showing how much ND has grown to care for Nix. The way he was so excited when it looked like Nix was flying the ship. That was just adorable, he's becoming such a pet person. He's like one step aways from buying Nix more cute little outfits.

I also loved the usual banter between Kay and ND. Like when she teased him at the reception and him begrudgedly going along with it, or when he "socialized" at the bar. I just love every interaction of them!

Only One Bed AU:

Kay asking for an upgrade and they actually get one but it's the honeymoon suite! There are no other rooms vacant and as a droid, ND wouldn't get one, so they have to share the room and all the best typical rom com stuff happens. ND turning awkwardly around when Kay’s changing clothes or catching a peak when she comes out of the shower (maybe the door malfunctions and just slides open at the right moment...). Kay not able to sleep with ND in the same room - or she does fall asleep and has some interesting dreams that ND can't ignore...

Also Kay going wild with the room service because she never had it!

Bar Date AU

That's it! That’s all I could think about when he said he's waiting at the bar. And with the way they made him lean so casually against the bar - oh the creators definitely knew what they were doing!

Fancy Attire AU

While I really like Kay’s new outfit, I would have also loved to see her in a fancy dress for the sabacc event, the smoking sight of her short circuiting ND's systems. ND in a suit would have been nice too.

Jealousy AU

Lando shamelessly flirting with Kay at the casino makes ND jealous.

Or it's Kay getting jealous when one of his contacts on the ship turns out to be ND's ex or when the droid running the casino ship takes a liking in ND.

One Night Stand AU

Kay and ND don’t know each other prior to meeting on the casino ship. They're working for different syndicates (like Mr & Mrs Smith) or ND is a free droid/still working for Jaylen. They meet at the bar and hook up.... and probably break the bed.

[latibvles]

12:30am mota frat boys au thoughts because it’s rotted my brain and also harrie’s hoedown throwdown birthday party is a canon event (there’s a list in my docs of things i wanna write for this). Anyways here’s outfit + decoration brainrot

It’s at the Mu-Eta Pi House (girls’ sorority) because duh. Viv and Fern did a lot of the planning. Fern was the one who rented the mechanical bull. They had a strict no boots no hat no entry policy. Backyard full of check print and hay bales etc. String lights, they really went all out okay? Everybody loves Harrie.

Meanwhile around the block…. [several 100th frat boys scrambling for clothes. not Curt though. He’s got it all sorted]

The outfits are cute and very specific in some aspects in my head so indulge me a little here

Viv’s got a sheriff’s badge. Cute little crop jacket with tassles. She’s got a white and gold color scheme going on and it works. Willie has a matching deputy badge and a black hat. Of course they’re a matching set. Black bandana top, black boots.

Fern is peak “Cowgirl Barbie.” Daisy dukes, hot pink bedazzled cowboy hat (*more on that later), auburn hair in two pretty French braids.

June and Lorraine are also a matching set kinda. They go the outlaw route. Black jackets, silver details on the boots. Lorraine wears her bandana over half her face for a lot of the night. June has a lasso. This lasso ends up around Benny at some point and they have pictures of it.

Carrie’s in a cute little very “southern belle”-esque checker patterned dress with a very nice sleeveless leather vest. Lena’s got a double denim thing going on with cowprint patterns on her jeans. Her shirt 100% says “save a horse, ride a cowboy”

Jo’s got the poofy-shirt tucked in to faded cutoffs thing, brown hat and boots and a bright red bandana around her neck.

Inez is also in a dress of sorts, and braids, she’s got shorts on under it though. She’s also got a corset on and the cowboy hat is in fact her own from home.

And Harrie? The birthday girl? Everybody pitched in to help customize her hat so everyone knows it is her birthday. Sparkly jacket with all the tassels. Bandana around her neck, she’s having the time of her life.

Seeing as this entire au was spurred on by Ben Radcliffe looking like a frat boy, everyone please look at the visual reference for Brady’s fit for the function. I do not care if it’s lazy of me to say that, this is what it looks like.

On that note though, Bucky’s got pants that are fully cowprint buttons of his shirt undone bc he’s annoying and a bolo tie he got from their thrift store field trip

Dougie has the cowboy cutout pants (forgive me for the shein link i do not shop there) because “this is why you don’t skip leg day, fellas.” Blakely’s doing the “bandana as a shirt” thing. Did I mention that those two and Fern have a lot of pictures together?

Benny and John are in a similar boat though — lots of brown. His shirt is black and sparkly though. Also they took pictures with Meatball before leaving with Meatball in a very cute horse get-up.

And as aforementioned. He’s got June’s lasso around him at some point. Because of course he does.

Speaking of Fern’s bright pink, bedazzled cowgirl hat: that ends up on Curt’s head at some point. Curt went all out. Curt looks like he just walked off the set of The Good The Bad and The Ugly. Curt also lasts the longest on the mechanical bull.

Marj dressed Buck for the occasion but let it be known that her overalls with patches on them are adorable. Buck’s also got the outlaw thing going on for him— bandana on half his face in several pictures. Black vest. He’s also got a bolo tie (thanks Bucky)

Honest-to-God Croz looks like he just walked off the set of Woody’s Roundup and it’s very funny. He’s got spurs on his boots and by God is he proud of them.

Just boys dressing as cowboys for a birthday party okay? It’s very special to ME!!

Go ahead and ask me about outfits i can do this all day.

[spocktheestallion]

going from playing as arthur, an outlaw with a kind but tired soul underneath it all desperately trying to set his world right in the face of impending doom to john in the epilogue in his divorced man era is so funny.

like i would take arthur to the barber and he would stay trimmed and handsome for a while. i would dress him in nice practical clothes and he would wear that outfit. then you get to john and every time i take him to the barber or the tailor one cutscene later he has a full mountain man beard and he’s back to wearing his muddy pants with patches in them and his old ass denim vest. he eats cold baked beans from a can for breakfast lunch and dinner. he looked at that rickety shed at beecher’s hope and went “yeah it’s fine. it just needs a woman’s touch” as it falls down around him. even after he builds a whole ass house he doesn’t put furniture in it.

everything he does is PEAK divorced man behavior and it’s so funny.

[eggo-tistical]

I may not know what alien stage is... but I do feel very encouraged to watch it now- or listen to it, I suppose. It's not because I just spent a minute staring at that slightly opened chest you drew... I-I swear... i-its just, uh... a gained curiosity... yeah, yeah... ahem. It's totally not the way you drew Light... leaning in on L's face... that's sparking a curiosity.. mhmm....

.

I don't know what you're talking about. It's definitely not that little bit of chest peaking out or the inherant gayness making me want to check out... who even suggested that, hehe, not I... not I...

On a separate note, I wish to consume your hands.

ppfft hi anon thank you so much!!! my hands are always up for consumption, hear ye hear ye.

yes i adore luka’s round 7 outfit and i will likely be drawing more of light wearing it.. those cut outs were surely not for the faint of heart… exposed chest hips and back… downright outlawed 🧐😇

please consider checking out alien stage though, its in full on youtube and each mv is only minutes long but oooohh are they chock full of tragic toxic doomed homo goodness and just banger tunes!!

[beautiful-boy-bracket]

Ok I’ve send alucard’s propaganda now it’s VASH TIME 😎. Again. I am so normal about him.

Don’t come at me I genuinely think he’s prettier than sesshomaru like I’d want to look like vash more even if I’m a SLUT for long hair. Sesshomaru is also very pretty I respect everyone who votes for him. HOWEVER. I am not you <33

Undercut supremacy>>>

I’m toning down the ‘alien ethereal uncanny eldritch angelic body horror beauty’ angle seeing as y’all are probably sick of that after my other propaganda posts. Don’t want these to get too boring, after all! No point in just repeating the same stuff over and over again haha.

I will still be bringing up his insane proportions though. 70% legs. This gif is pretty dark so I don’t know if you can make them out but MAN, if he weren’t an outlaw he could be a model. Cinched waist too.

Also~ I love his outfit so so much I love the way his coat’s strips move when he walks or when the wind blows. I love the slits up to his hips. I love all the useless belts. And that’s not to mention the undersuit! Leather gloves up to his biceps, thigh-high boots, the skintight crop top- I aspire to dress as slutty as vash some day. He’s serving.

More evidence as to how long his legs are/how slutty his undersuit is. Is that a chastity belt. King. He is so aesthetically appealing to me, just, peak design 👌👌

What no I’m not trying to thirstbait you into reading trigun what are you waking about. Anyways, a new tristamp episode came out and this one had a shirtless scene!

Thank you tristamp animators 🙏🙏

Also, vash has dimples! I don’t particularly care about dimples, I think they’re pretty nice, but I hear some people like find them very attractive. Well hellooo? Come get your food? Also he’s got little fangs <33

I really like his musculature too, it’s drawn very pleasingly. Very gender. I need to bite him you don’t understand. Anyways uhh. Tiddy.

Yeah that’s right you’re just getting the blatant thirst bait now. Is is making you want to read trigun be honest. Vote vash for his FAT TITS and tiny waist, what more do you want in a man. What? Kindness? Personality? Well this ain’t about that! (Though vash is certainly very kind as well, aaa >///<)

Also his ✨scars✨ I find them very appealing <33 Everything about him is so gorgeous.

If we’re talking about aspects of vash I find beautiful, we can’t leave out his beauty mark! It is so important to me. It’s in the name!

Also, look at his lips! So pouty! Isn’t he gorgeous? Very pretty boy.

He looks very attractive when he gets serious as well, albeit in a different way. He has the range! I like how his eyes sharpen and his voice deepens, and the air of confidence that comes with it.

He is so good-looking. Beautiful man. I love him so much.

Also here’s vash getting choked against a wall because I mentioned it last time. Studio orange knows full well what they are doing and I’m never forgiving them for this (I am forgiving them so hard, in fact I am supporting their every endeavour).

I’m not lying. This shit happens all the time like vash is the fanservice character in this show. Also wolfwood? And mayb- ok so it’s just the guys. Mainly vash though like you don’t see any of the others tumbling ass-over-tit pussy to the sky. He’s so silly and delightful.

I’ve never felt attraction in my life btw I just appreciate him <33 he’s very pretty and I want other people to think he’s pretty too. I want him to do well in a poll for once please. Please I’m begging you. Vote for vash it would be so sexy please.

its propaganda time

[artzychic27]

Mirrorverse Crossover- Nathaniel

TRIPLE FEATURE! @msweebyness @imsparky2002

It was... Eerily calm when the young prince walked into the room. The first thing he expected from his mad counterpart was... Well... Madness. But, he sat poised and perfect as one would expect of a King, and not a sign of madness along his prim features like back in the other room. Maybe it was just an act. The outfit, although, was the only chaotic thing about him. While not to his tastes, Prince Nathaniel supposed that was just the style in his kingdom, so, he didn't judge. Although, he would ask where he got that rose brooch.

"It's quite refreshing to know I'm still of noble blood even as a... Hero." the King of Hearts said that last word as if it were poison on his tongue.

"Oh..." Prince Nathaniel's eyes darted around awkwardly. That was a... Strange sentence to start things off with. "I suppose. So, what's Wonderland like?"

The King of Heart's demeanor quickly changed with that question. His smile became wide as his eyes gleamed. "Oh! Where to begin?!" He leans forward, chin resting in his hand while his elbows were propped up on the table. "One of the greatest kingdoms in existence, mind you! When it's not being plagued by that meddlesome Cheshire Cat or that horrid boy it is simply refreshing!"

The prince nervously tugged on his collar. Maybe it was just the lighting, but he was sure he saw this guy's pupils become smaller.

The other redhead continues, "And where would a perfect kingdom be without law and order?"

Oh... That's unexpected. In a place like Wonderland, Prince Nathaniel expected no sense of order. So, curiosity peaked, he asks, "What sort of rules, exactly?" And cue the floodgates opening.

"All roses except red are outlawed, unless in the case of a wedding, then they may be white; there must always be a tea party on the fifth day of every month; never eat a tart without MY permission; the only tea you may drink at 4:00pm is jasmine tea; flamingo caretakers are to don pink attire; when a hedgehog sneezes, you must say bless you; croquet is only allowed to be played after 12:30pm; if you eat a stake on the night of a full moon, you must play the violin for a cat until it falls asleep; when it is MY birthday, gifts are mandatory and must be bigger than the palm of MY hand; anyone who comes in second in a croquet tournament must serve ME tea the next day; on an unbirthday, spread jam on a woken-up dormouse's nose; never. Ever. Paint banned roses RED!"

That last rule seemed to spark something inside of him, causing the King to mutter what the Prince believed to be profanities, but it sounded more like... He was reciting some sort of poem?

"Who dares to taint with vulgar paint, the royal flower bed? For painting my roses red, someone will lose their head. It serves them right, they planted white, and roses should be RED!"

Prince Nathaniel slowly began to back away when the poem began to sound more like a deranged one-way conversation. The King of Hearts would change the pitch of his voice with some sentences and go back to his usual pitch the next.

"Your majesty, it was his fault. Not me, your grace. 'Twas the Ace! You? No! Two! The Deuce, you say? Not me! The trey! ENOUGH!"

A squeak of fear escaped past the Prince's lips as he slowly turned toward the bubble and mouthed, "Get me out of here."

🌹♥️

"Okay, that boy is off his nut!" Aladdix exclaimed. "Someone get Nath out of there!" Her tiger-hybrid counterpart only scoffed.

"Please, this is him on a nice day. Now, if you wanna see full-on Mad King of Wonderland, let him see you painting roses red or telling Marc he's not the fairest." The Poison King preened a bit at the reminder of his boyfriend's devotion while the other Marc inadvertently created a small blizzard cloud to match his worry the longer his boyfriend was still in the room with that- and he doesn't use this word loosely- deranged lunatic.

Cosette Bellwether snickered behind their hand and pointed to the bubble. "Hey, I think it's about to get better. How much you wanna bet Princey asks about his parents?"

While Minister O'Connor murmured something along the lines of how gambling is sinful, Doctor Cabello holds up a small mint-green pouch. "This lovely pouch of pixie dust."

Simon Pan sputtered for a moment and felt his pockets, unable to find his emergency stash. "HEY!" Lacey Bell's wings fluttered with anger. Do these people not realize how much goes into making pixie dust?!

🌹♥️

"S-so!" Prince Nathaniel managed to say while wiping the sweat off of his brow. The Mad King was still in his own world and now he's brought a dagger out from his jacket pocket and is frantically waving it around! "How did you become King so early?!"

And much to his and the other heroes' relief, the King's ramblings ceased. He slowly placed the dagger back into his pocket and sat back down as he readjusted his crown which was skewed at an off angle. When Prince Nathaniel thought that was the end of it, he pulled an adorable little black and white hedgehog out of his crown and began to pet it.

"It's a darling story, you'll love it." For the first time since he walked into the room, Prince Nathaniel was finally able to relax. Hell, he felt like he could sleep, but he'll try to keep his eyes open. "My parents, such lovely rulers, they... They informed me I could not wed my boyfriend when we were of age. They even forbade me from dating or even seeing him! They went on about his reputation, but I cared for none of it. He is simply the sweetest person I know."

Is he talking about the same guy who tried to give Snow Myléne a poisoned apple earlier?... Whatever, he's calm now.

"I was just so furious every time they tried to set me up with some other suitor! I didn't want them! I just wanted MY Poison King!" Hearing the hedgehog let out a high-pitched shrill when he petted it just a little too rough, he brought the poor thing up to his face for a string of apologies.

... Okay, the story's getting a little uncomfortable now.

"One night, I guess you could say I... I snapped a bit." He laughed it off as if it were a joke, but his counterpart's expression remained haunted. "I heard my parents conversing, speaking of an arranged marriage to get me on THEIR track. To straighten me out. So, later, when they were asleep, I snuck into their room-" He cut himself off with a giggle escaping from his lips.

'Yep! He's a lunatic!'

The Mad King continued, his smile never leaving his face, "Then I grabbed the family sword off of the fire mantle, and I chopped their heads off ONE BY ONE!" With that, he throws his head off with a full-on maniacal laugh that put the other villains' signature evil laughs to shame in Prince Nathaniel's opinion. With a stabbing motion, he screamed, "MOMMY! DADDY!" and laughed some more.

Having enough, Prince Nathaniel shot up from his seat and hurried to the door, only to find that it was locked. "FOR THE SAKE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD, GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

🌹♥️

"Aaw," the Poison King cooed while Simon Pan and Lacey Bell chased Cosette Bellwether and Doctor Cabello around the room. "He's going to sleep so well tonight."

"Okay! Who locked the damn door?!" Fairy GodBro thundered, looking directly at the villains. "Huh?! This isn't funny!"

Queen Rose Candy and Juleficent snicker to themselves. The dark fae's hand glowed with magic as she was keeping the door locked so the Prince would be forced to be in a room alone with the Mad King.

Noticing this, MarcElsa seethes, causing ice stalagmites to spurt from the ground before he stormed out of the room and created an exact key to the door out of ice. The very second he unlocked it, his boyfriend came barrelling out, looking horribly pale as the deranged version of him continued to cackle.

"Rose Petal, are you alright?" He gently cups his face.

"T-t-take m-me ba-b-back t-to my do- my dorm," he stammered out and made his grip on the other Prince tighter. "He ki- he killed them-"

"It's okay," the noirette whispers and pulls his boyfriend into his arms, adjusting him so his face was in the crook of his neck. "He won't bother you anymore." As he suspected, the redhead fell right asleep once he came into contact with his frosty skin. He always did fall asleep quicker in the cold.

As the Ice Prince made his way down the hall, the King of Hearts walked out of the room where he was met with the Poison King, whom he immediately embraced. "Can you believe the nerve of him? Walking out in the middle of a conversation!" He huffs out while his boyfriend kisses every inch of his face with his poison-stained lips.

"My Wild Card, not everyone was brought up as well as you were," he says smoothly and brings his hand up to his lips.

[chimeracreations-art]

MECH A DAY:01 cerberus bio - frame brought you by Ember rose collective

Hey going to be trying my had at doing a thing this month were i try and make a mech or mechanical design a day for this month since I'm tired of not really getting a chance to work on much of the things i want to with stuff. going to try and write up some lore for each of them too don't know if it'll be good but i want to TRY and get better at writing too so this be a way to hit two birds with one stone.

if you like this and want to help me out with making stuff like this and trying to be more creative for myself my kofi and patreon are on the sidebar of my page.

LORE. after there defection during of the first Cradle war the E.R.C was at a loss as to how to process the post war edicts that had been pass down to them by the nova accords. by degree, the pride and face of the E.R.C the RAPTOR-R-BIO-2X was outlawed as well as several of it base technology's. the venerable machine used by the earth collation to savage the many outer colonies and bring about the massacre on dauntless was enough to restrict the broad strokes of the technology but once they found out about the after effects of the full integration interface system on the pilots and how the E.R.C had been complicit in allowing that to happen do to the earths interest for brutal elite soldiers, the nova council almost had most of the board executed and the company dispended. This was initial judgement was walked back after an impassioned speech by the head of the board as well as the reminded that the E.R.C had switch side and provided a series of countermeasures for many of the earths more devastation weapons' and defenses in the towards the end of the war and did allow the company to not be savaged like that of the vanguard technologies or tri-oceanic's group. the trials and meeting of nova council would find much of the tech that the collective had been there cutting edge in the markets of weapons design and planetary colonization had been outlawed by there decree regardless of there own pleas.

unable to move forward with the previous project and not will to rock the boat in the post war period with so many eye on them, the E.R.C decided to work around there current limitations. as while they could not mess the consciousness of pilot and machine, they could at least create a in-between system with the creation of the pseudo-brain. a imperfect creation of a human brain that can be linked up with two other brains into a internal network of a bio-frame. this network will take the imputes from a more standard pilot interface and help to intuit and learned from the pilot making there own reflexes faster and allowing them to quickly react and deal with situations as they com. alongside that the bio-frames biological systems means that normal anti system attacks are near impossible and the collective promises of a the development communication brain has many interest peaked at the prospect of subverting jamming technology. outfitted with a more modest version of the raptors weapons' and lacking many of it biologicals weapons' the Cerberus boasts two high medium particle cannons in two of it arms, another two have a pair nano-seared talons and a small burst laser mounted on it wrist to help add an extra punch while the talons dig into it targets. it armored with a series of light plating and nano fiber layer over top the base bio-frame to give moderate protection to it internal components. to make up for it lack of extreme fire power and armor it predecessor had the Cerberus has been design to have an extreme speed of 97.2 km/h surpassing it predicators 64 km/h as well as being flight capable.

Still the system was not with out it flaws, it still retained the weakness to electrical pulse weapons' that would cause the biological systems to short circlet and finding after the initial test run the engineers sound found that they had a problem as each of the brains after a point would begin to over react with stimulate and run rampant. this rampant while rare is still a major concerns as most are unsure why and how the brain seem to be overloading the other more less know is the brain mimicry of the pilots action seems to represent a problem were some aspect or part of the pilot is being copied over into the brains network. Still the Cerberus has been moved into full production in spite of these problems as well as concerns from any compliance board can be fixed with a bit of economic leveraged as the E.R.C may be humbled the still retain much of the benefits for there time creating the RAPTOR for it time as a primary weapons' manufacturer for the earth collation.

(if there any spelling or grammatical weirdness sorry wrote this all in one sitting before i had to get to work on commissions.)

originally posted on cohost

[atlasofremembrance]

By far the biggest casualty of Civil War, I think, were the New Warriors. Of course, the New Warriors are generally a casualty of history, their unashamed '90s-ishness anchoring them to a point in them left behind by audience and writers alike, but Civil War damaged the characters well beyond their team brand.

The first issue of Night Thrasher came out past week. That book is still largely about the aftershocks of that one 2006 event, eighteen years later. And while of course that story is a very interesting one, there's one that interests me more.

The story of Vince Astrovik after Civil War. Avengers Academy was perhaps the biggest spotlight shone on Justice since the time Busiek and Perez were still on Avengers, and admittedly it was a book I enjoyed. But of course, it was the 2010s, so of course he had a relationship with a student. Bad romance drama with fucked-up power dynamics was at peak popularity, then.

Unfortunately, all of this had to lead to Outlawed, another one of those "anti-superhero laws" arcs, running practically parallel to Mayor Kingpin's efforts. Turns it was all an excuse to put super kids into prison and turn them into a brainwashed army, or something, who the fuck would trust a paramilitary outfit named C.R.A.D.L.E. anyway? Well, Vance Astrovik would. It wasn't even character assassination, he was never written as a particularly sharp tool in anyone's shed.

But that, more than anything, was a symptom of a downward spiral that the character had been in for a while in the background, and even as someone who read anything with the New Warriors on it published since 2008, it somehow came as a surprise. It shouldn't have, though. High highs and low lows are kind of the name of the game for the brand, but I had just enjoyed seeing him having an actually kind-of-cool moment in Fantastic Four (2018) #40, by Dan fucking Slott of all people.

Vance was last seen over on X-Men Unlimited, as he was beaten up, imprisoned, humiliated and then used as a prop in his ex-girlfriend's infiltration of O.R.C.H.I.S.' fascist regime, without his consent. It was kinda sad.

While I'm thinking about it, the thing about Civil War is that it's an event that conceptually makes total sense as something that would eventually happen in the Marvel Comics universe as it had been depicted up until that point, particularly in the early oughts- the center obviously was not gonna hold. The hammer eventually coming down is inevitable, the tension between the wild cowboy soap opera antics of the superheroes and the government trying to reign them was well-established by 2007.

The problem is that once you pull the trigger on it, you can basically never go back. You can never plausibly have Iron Man or Mr. Fantastic or Captain Marvel return to a working relationship with any of the antireg people ever again after they spend a year and change running the extradimensional virtual reality gulag for all of their colleagues who wouldn't kiss the ring. A bunch of people died and a couple of the less popular ones even stayed dead. It's the kind of thing that happens in a bad future that you have to send Kitty Pryde back in time to prevent because it would so obviously be an irreparable annihilation of the status quo were it to happen in the main timeline. And yet, after a few greater-scope threats and a reconciliatory whimper, to the status quo we inevitably return. Comic Books Babey

[lackadaisycats]

Hello, new fan here, and while I ADORE all of Seafine's outfits, I can't help but wonder how common was it for women of the 1920's to be wearing pants and jackets like that? Anyway, I hope you're doing well and the animated short is coming along well as well. Your art is seriously breathtaking <3

Hey, that's very kind. Thank you! About Serafine's wardrobe... It wasn't conventional - most women wore dresses or skirts most of the time, as they were expected to - but it wasn't especially uncommon in the 1920s either. "Comme des Garçons" was part of the fashion philosophy of the era of bobbed hair and straight-line, curve-minimizing fabric cuts, after all. It's perhaps not all that surprising that pants and slacks were starting to edge their way into the women's fashion milieu as well.

By the early 20s, knickers and knee-high socks were pretty well accepted as sportswear for women. Later in the decade, loose, wide-legged 'pajama pants' were popular too. Initially they functioned as beach or lounge-wear, but it's probably a fair bet they influenced the rise of women's pant suits in the 30s and 40s.

...And then there was the gender non-conformity.

In the entertainment arena, it was quite trendy, traversing popular vaudeville acts into stage and cinema. Pick any well known actress or performer of the time and chances are you can find a photo shoot of them in a tweed suit, a tux, or Oxford bags and suspenders. Pictured here are Ethel Waters, Josphine Baker, Nella Regini, and Marlene Dietrich, who was the reigning queen/king of the masculine look in Hollywood. She wore it consistently across her career, and by all accounts it ran deeper than just publicity and performance.

There are tales of Dietrich being arrested in Paris for wearing men's clothes in the early 1930s, but that never actually happened. There was an ordinance at the time prohibiting women from dressing like men, and though she may have been (teasingly) threatened with it, it seems no one wanted to come out looking like Boo-boo the Fool trying to prosecute this level of celebrity.

That said, not everyone had blanket social freedom to skirt the law (heh) or to dress out of step with expectations. People from most walks of life risked a lot more than the A-list rich and famous. And what might have been celebrated on stage and in clubs amidst the "Pansy Craze" of that time was not generally regarded with esteem extending outside of those venues. Gladys Bently (pictured in the white tux below) was a very popular singer and pianist in 1920s Harlem speakeasies. She dressed in men's clothes and openly courted women before, during and after the peak of her career, but some decades later presented as more traditionally feminine, declaring herself 'cured'. It's probably worth noting, though, that leading up to this, Bentley was routinely harassed, closed out of performance spots she'd been a star at during Prohibition, and unlike Dietrich, did actually face fines and legal challenges to dressing in men's clothes. And then there was the McCarthy era.

As for Serafine, well, the fact that she's fictional certainly plays some part, but to give it some contextual logic - she's already rather far removed from common practice, what with her unashamed outlaw lifestyle. She's less concerned with conforming to normative social rules than the speakeasy scene she inhabits, and since her reputation precedes her, she doesn't seem to encounter a lot of people willing to risk hassling her about it. So, I suppose as long as she maintains enough underworld clout to afford a good tailor, she'll dress how she likes.

[spookiekewchie]

Shooting Shots

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Hank “Tranq” Loza x woc!reader

Summary: The one where Hank has an admirer (i suck at summaries)

Word Count: 782

Warnings: none really, mostly it’s just sweet nonsense.

A/N: Honestly I just felt like Hank deserved some love and someone to show him genuine interest. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

You’d think after going through this little routine so many times already that you’d be over the butterflies and the heat that crawled through you when you pulled into the scrapyard to deliver your latest order for scrap metal. An order that you could easily give over the phone, something that Chucky never hesitated to remind you. You conveniently forgot every time, especially if you knew Hank was going to be there on the yard to intercept you once he realized you were there. 

The attraction between the two of you was obvious, for him it had been instant. For you it had been when he didn’t laugh when you explained that the scrap metal you were constantly buying was for the sculptures you created and sold for a profit. Most men found it either hilarious or unbelievable when you told them that you were a scrap artist. Hank on the other hand had been impressed and thought it was the most interesting topic when you’d gone off on a tangent about the process of creating scrap art. That hadn’t been the only thing of course, there was the bonding over the tattoos that covered his arms, and the one that he only ever got a peak at against your thigh and the half sleeve on your arm. 

You’d thought by now he’d ask you out, or make a move but he hadn’t. There had been moments when you thought he might come close, but it never seemed to happen and you were getting concerned. The thought that maybe you had misinterpreted his attention as something more than just friendly and professional interest had begun to creep into your mind, and deciding that you’d rather have answers than doubts you decided that you’d just put it on the line that particular day. 

Dressed in a fitted tank top that showed off the half sleeve that Hank always seemed so interested in, and a pair of shorts that offered a little peak of the intricate black ink against your brown skin before the pattern disappeared under your clothes. Your curls were wrapped up and spilling out of the top of a colorful scarf. It seemed that your outfit choice had his attention, and just like always he managed to convince you to stick around and join him in the clubhouse for a drink once you’d handed over the list of things you were looking for to complete your latest piece. 

Currently you were sitting a little closer than necessary on one of the sofa’s, one leg crossed over the other as your denim shorts inched a little higher to show off more of the ink against your thigh. To his credit, Hank was trying not to stare. He may have been an outlaw but he wasn’t a creep. It was something you appreciated, but sometimes you just wanted the man to grab you and press you against the nearest flat surface. 

“Hank?” The sound of his name on your lips had Hank’s gaze snapping to yours just in time to catch the way you were subtly leaning into him. “I want you to ask me out on a date.” You say it so matter-of-factly that Hank didn’t seem sure if you were being serious or not. You’d flirted and joked around with him before, but he hoped you wouldn’t joke about this. 

“You-you uh, serious? You want that?” 

Was that a blush on the big bad biker’s cheeks? Yes it was, and it had you smiling. 

“For starters, ask me out on a date and if it goes well I’ll let you know all about the other things I’ve been wanting.” You teased, and Hank couldn’t help his soft laughter as he nodded. 

“Y/N, would you like to grab some dinner with me tonight?” 

“Yes, I would. Eight o’clock good with you?” You replied, watching as his smile grew into a grin as he nodded. 

“Eight is good.” Lifting the bottle of beer in his hands to his lips he took a drink, hoping to school his expression just enough that he wasn’t looking so God damn giddy. 

“Good. I’ll see you then.” Moving to stand from the sofa you hesitate for a moment, head tilting to the side briefly before you decided to be a little more impulsive than you had already. Leaning forward you braced a hand against one of the man’s sturdy shoulders you bent down to press a sweet kiss at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t be late.”   

Hank watched you leave then, ignoring the stares his brothers were giving him after you little affectionate display. There was no way in hell he was going to be even a minute late. 

[myundeadgayson]

Musical Batfamily AU

[sits down] you know what. i’m gonna do it.

Batfamily Band AU. the little thought bugs in my brain have been thinking it for the past few days, and I kept saying “no, no. [pats them] no, no, not today.” but nope. today is the day.

to be clear, the Bats are not all in a band together. hardly any of them will likely be in a band, but we talk about their adventures involving music. this is gonna be your typical found family AU situation, where either they’re already in the family with their own separate musical shit going on, or finding others in the family via musical based means— Tim, for example, being found by Jason at some point while Jason’s doing band thing.

I’m gonna have to break this down in parts btw. I have SO MUCH to say about Jason. like, Jason Todd in a band is just Peak Everything to me, so I’m just gonna go fucking HAM on those thoughts. So, let’s start with Bruce, Alfred, and Jason:

Bruce: Tired Dad of Many™, has never been in a band, encourages his kids with their musical endeavors though, still incredibly rich bc Wayne Enterprises still exists, fully willing to pay for his kids to take any musical lessons/buy any equipment they need, not the best dad ever, but he is Trying, knows how to play the piano bc of taking lessons as a kid bc Rich Kid Things, vaguely remembers how to play and occasionally plays for Cass

Alfred: sir knows how to play the piano, he helped Bruce learn, doesn’t play anymore, he can remember a few songs tho, very supportive of the kids learning music, always driving kiddos to their lessons.

Jason: the OG of the “i’m gonna start an emo band and you can’t stop me” trend in Bruce’s kids.

mans decided he’s gonna spend his rebellious phase in high school blasting a guitar at 1am.

you’d think he’s doing it to stand out and piss off Bruce but he’s actually been interested in music for years

Bruce noticed him longingly staring at an acoustic guitar on one of their outings about a few months after adopting him. and Bruce bought it for him in traditional Bruce “I’m not good at verbally expressing my emotions, but I thought you liked this thing, so I’ll just buy it and hope that shows that I do care and pay attention” fashion

he ended up getting attached to the drums not long after

once tried to learn violin. he occasionally goes back to it, but it requires a lot of patience that eventually frustrates him after a while of trying to practice. finds it therapeutic occasionally. it can be a nice distraction from his mind bc he can put all his focus into trying to figure out how to play. it’s just him and the the strings.

he’s pretty good at picking up instruments and figuring them out. it’s kind of like trying to pick apart how something works.

it sounds kind of stupid, but he looks at instruments like he would a machine. every piece of it does something. each string on a guitar makes a noise and when he changes something about it (placing his finger on it, tuning, etc.), the sound changes. it’s all about trying to figure out how to get the sounds he wants.

probably was a school band kid once. enjoyed it, but hated the outfits, the kids in class, and Dick teasing him on the outfit, so he ditched.

hasn’t taken any official lessons. he prefers to learn on his own, something he figured out after Bruce agreed to let him try violin lessons and Jason decided he hated it. they realized soon after it was the trying to learn by someone else’s method that annoyed him, not the instrument.

Bruce did try to teach him piano once. it made for a nice memory from the days of 12-year-old Jason back when Dick had already moved out, so it felt like it was just Jason and Bruce’s activity. he enjoyed watching and playing with Bruce more than the piano itself. eventually they stopped when everything started getting rocky.

Jason still thinks about those memories sometimes. maybe he’d play on the piano in the mansion again by chance, but he’d only touch it if he’s alone and if Alfred was there.

Alfred helped teach him piano once too. on the nights where Bruce was out late for work reasons, Jason tried to learn more so he could impress Bruce. he got frustrated though, but Alfred found him and helped him through learning a new little melody Alfred learned back when he was a child.

they baked cookies after and Jason did end up showing Bruce, and later, he showed Dick as well bc he was pretty proud of himself.

has a band with Kori and Roy. to no one’s surprise, they’re called The Outlaws.

Jason’s actually the Drummer. Kori’s their bassist, and Roy does guitar. Kori sings, but Roy provides back-up and harmonies, while Jason also provides back-up occasionally.

Jason can sing, but prefers to sit back to let Kori take the lead. as cool as pissing off Bruce by being the lead in a band and getting photographed all about it would be, he’s a Wayne kid and it’s nice not to be shoved into the spotlight sometimes. not to mention, Kori’s just a hella good singer.

they absolutely play loud ass rock music. basically, i’m imagining “Daisy” by Ashnikko, but it’s the guitar cover @tobeepaik did on Tiktok when i think of them. like, think Punk Goes Pop vibes. other examples: “therefore i am” or “positions” by Rain Paris.

currently, they only play shows at small bars and underground-type venues. yeah, they could get known pretty easy via family connections on either Jason or Roy’s side, but they want to get known based off their actual talent.

(it’s not really relevant to you that Roy has a connection to Oliver and he’s got that past of having a stunt at the rich kid lifestyle, got fucked over by Oliver’s F-tier attempt of parenting, and overcoming a lot a shit w/ the help of Kori and Jason, but it’s also fully relevant to me)

it’s important to me that you also know that Jason does have the white streak. it’s his brand for the band now.

like I said, this is A LOT already. i have a lot of thoughts for this AU though, so I’ll be back to you with a part 2 talking about everyone else later.

[nitewrighter]

What are your favourite fucked up mutations in media?

Top Five! Here we go!

5. Marrow from X-Men

I always thought her mutant ability was so cool and gross. She gets dismissed often by people who are just like “Oh her powers are just edgier than Spike’s and not as strong as Wolverine’s why should I care” and these people are idiots who don’t appreciate how fucking metal it is to grow bones out of your skin and then SNAP THEM OFF TO USE AS WEAPONS. And she can grow the bones out of any point in her body, so uses her bones as armor or even fashion accessories! Marvel keeps shoving her to the side because they don’t like it when it’s girls who get to have the really nasty powers--misogyny. And Mis-osseo-ny? Because ‘osseo’ means ‘bone?’ 

4. Leto II’s Transformation in Children of Dune

(Art by 1FAB on Deviantart)

Look, I know The Worm sucks and everyone hates The Worm when we reach God Emperor of Dune, but I still think Leto’s scenes in Children of Dune where he’s covering himself in Sand Trout are so fucking wild.

3. Everything going on in Annihilation/The Southern Reach Trilogy

If you haven’t read the books, I highly recommend them. It’s excellent atmospheric cosmic horror that grapples with just how out of your control the universe actually is. “And God said it was good. And God said ‘Don’t fight it.’”

2. The Spacing Guild Navigators in Dune

(Art by Simon Dubuc)

YEAH BABY THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!!! AI IS OUTLAWED, SO YOU GOTTA TAKE SPACE ACID TO MAKE THE HUMAN BRAIN CAPABLE OF CHARTING INTERSTELLAR COURSES!! BUT IT TURNS YOU INTO A FUCKED UP FISH THING!!! THIS SHIT FUCKS!!!

1. Tetsuo in Akira

Kiyoko/Kay’s whole monologue on “What if an amoeba got the powers of a human” is such peak science fiction for me. Akira’s got everything: Psychic powers, the inherent cosmic horror of speculating on humanity’s place in the universe and how much we can actually perceive it, and bloody, repulsive, world consuming-terror of Tetsuo’s horrific transformation as his mind manipulates the very cells of his body. Just the concept of being outfitted with a power that your squishy little brain doesn’t have the architecture to even comprehend, let alone control. 

[guigz1-coldwar]

'It's gonna hurt' : an new chapter for "The woman with an strange name" is out !

Chapter Summary : Bell put an impression by beating an member of Adler's gang in front of everyone in the saloon and aiming very fast to another one but her presence for everyone is still mysterious......

To read it on AO3, click here !

Taglist : @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart (If anyone want to be added, feel free to tell me, same thing for my main fic "Redemption of an Spirit in an Cold War')

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It was quite an move that Bell did in that saloon : in front of everybody and even Russell Adler himself who were attending the party, she managed to break the nose of an gang member named Finn and threatened at gunpoint another one in an quick succession without any fears inside of her even if she knew that every person in Adler's payroll in that saloon was aiming at her, awaiting for her to make an bad move but somehow, Adler ordered everyone to stand down and Bell did.

That thought was staying in her mind when she stepped out of the building, not looking behind her as she was walking to get back to her room at the hotel and she wasn't disturbed that now, she was really the center of attention around Redemption : she made an stand against the 'leaders' here but she wasn't going to brag herself for what she did, she did what was right for her. If any of Adler's outlaws were ready to retribuate, she was ready to face it without any problems.

When she closed the room of her door behind her, all sounds of the outside were like cut off for her, meaning the end of that long day she has lived : travelling from the East in the morning, arriving in an strange town in the afternoon and almost killing someone in the saloon in the night, it was enough for her. Slowly, she could remove an part of her clothes she's been wearing and really, she was exhausted. She only kept her shirt on and her underwears on her before going to sleep, this was the perfect outfit for her to sleep.

It was her first night in Redemption and in her head, she was mostly trying to not think of the past as she's been reliving it for an large part of her nights before but there were something new in her mind and that little thing was taking an place in her thoughts. She couldn't know why but she was starting to think about Miss Park, that little something....she was remembering her face, the moment when she turned around to look at her and inside, she was troubled by that. Why I'm thinking of her ? She thought to herself during the night.

That feeling was very strange inside of her and she still had it when she opened her eyes in the morning, finishing her night in here. She slowly got up from her bed and took something to eat inside the satchel she put on the nightstand, along with her holstlers and then, she start to dress herself, looking herself in the mirror to make sure that everything was in order and that she wasn't forgetting anything on her clothes until.....

"Miss Bell !" Someone knocked at the door of her room almost loudly, getting her attention and also nearly putting a jumpscare because of the knocks. "Miss Bell, are you here ?" It was the voice of an man, repeating her name.

"Who is this ?" She asked as she was finished to dress up, her hands on her revolver as she wasn't able to recognize the voice, muffled by the door...was it someone of Adler's gang ?....

"It's the sheriff Azoulay." The person replied, making Bell relieved for an few seconds as it was just the sheriff and that she opened her door to see him standing but that relieving didn't last long when he saw his worried face.

"Sheriff, what is it ?" She demanded, curious.

"I heard that yesterday night, you had broke the nose of Finn & had in gunpoint Ike." He revealed to her and she nodded, taking full responsability of the event by that nodding.

"Yeah, I know that everyone is now curiously looking at me." She expressed, leaning herself against the door frame of her room, still wondering why the sheriff was still looking like that. "What's the problem ?" She questioned him.

"Seems that Finn retaliated against you." He responded, looking away at the stairs direction.

"What did he do ?" She asked him, worried before she moved to get next to the window and by her horror, she could discover that her horse, her Butterfly wasn't at the sheriff office anymore. "Where's my horse, sheriff ?" She continued, holding the curtains in her hands.

"She's at the stable, miss Bell." He answered, staying at the door as Bell was coming back to him, very nervous about the safety of her horse.

"My horse is at the stable...." She whispered, looking down at her feets.

"I brought her to the doctor after she threw up." He told her as Bell looked at him back in the eyes.

"Let's go see my horse, lead the way." Bell ordered as the tone of her voice was very threatening and Azoulay complied.

He opened the way to her, walking away from her room as she locked her door behind her before following the sheriff downstairs and then, outside the hotel. She was clenching her fists along the way, angried about thinking of the state of her horse. Her horse was never sick like that in many months and it's not surely the climate of Arizona doing that. She was keeping her cool as she was still continuing to follow the sheriff quickly before the duo arrived at the stable where the doctor, Lawrence Sims were awaiting them.

"Laz'" Sims started, offering his hand to shake with the sheriff and the two shook hands. "Thanks for having brought her horse." He thanked him before he turned around to face her....miss Bell.

"It was the thing to do, Sims." Azoulay explained before he gestured to Sims at Bell. "She is miss Bell." He presented her as Bell was offering her hand to the doctor.

"It's an pleasure, miss." Sims greeted, moving his hand to shake with Bell's one as the sheriff was looking inside the stable to find her horse in sight.

"Me too, sir." She said in an low voice with an little grin on her face as the two withdraw their respectives hands.

"Please, you can call me Sims by the way." Sims smiled at her before he turned around to walk back inside the stable, the sheriff and her following up close to join her horse and discovering her, laid down on the ground, looking sick.

"My god, Butterfly, what do you have ?" Bell whispered, worried about her horse as Sims moved to get inside the box her 'Butterfly' was.

"I put her here for the moment." Sims explained, kneeling to check Butterfly's head. "Was it something that happened since the last times before you came here, miss Bell ?" He asked her, peaking his head to look at her.

"No, she was never sick like that." Bell replied, pointing at her horse as she wanted to get near her horse to recomfort her an little before she could do it, moving to kneel near Sims and putting her hand on Butterfly's head

"Yeah, by looking at her, seems that she ate something that wasn't for her." Sims claimed, taking an closer look to the horse before getting up to look at Azoulay. "You said that Finn was seen near her horse minutes before she fell sick." He exclaimed, his hands on his waist.

"Exactly, it was one of the prostitutes, miss Maxis who came here to tell me of what happened last night before she told me that she saw Finn near her horse." The sheriff told him in an clear voice as Bell was stroking slowly Butterfly's head before her attention was brought to the sheriff's words.

"He must have poisoned her but with something that isn't too lethal." Sims proclaimed, leaning himself against one of the box wall. "I already gave things to heal your horse but it will not be immediate." He added, looking at Bell who got up to join the duo.

"Meaning that I will have to stay here for an while ?" She suggested and the two nodded to her sadly even if she wasn't thinking the same way as them.

"I'm afraid so." Sims chuckled, crossing his arms to her as she left the box to go back next to the sheriff. "For the moment, you will have to install yourself here until your horse get back well." He stated as he closed the door of the box behind Bell.

"I'm going to have an talk with her, we're leaving you to work, Sims." Azoulay said, looking at him with an grin.

"That's work for me, Laz'" He expressed, waving at the sheriff. "Don't worry, miss Bell ! I will heal your horse." He promised her and she waved at him back as the duo left the stable to let Sims work on healing her horse.

The duo returned to the last spot they talk before Bell go inside the saloon last night : the porch of the sheriff office's where Azoulay returned back into sitting on his usual chair as Bell was leaning herself against the same pole she used to, looking at the spot she left 'Butterfly', now empty and she was mixed between sadness and anger inside of her as she was keeping her cool outside.

"It's something that Adler's gang is doing to those who make troubles to them ?" She asked the sheriff, looking back at him with great curiosity.

"No, that's an first." He responded as it was the first time he was facing his situation in his career as sheriff. "They either beat the guy up before he's not making any troubles anymore but here, that's different." He added.

"I was awaiting for them but they came to my horse instead." She muttered, passing her hands throught her face, her eyes looking now at the saloon. "Finn...that's the guy I broke the nose."

"Yes, miss Maxis said that you put your hands behind his neck and make him met the bar's counter with his face." He scoffed, sounding an bit joking as he was surprised to hear that story and now for him, that woman that was near him was very special from the others strangers he met. "Then, you hold at gunpoint the other guy named Ike with your revolver." He continued, making an little cough.

"He was literally scared as hell with my revolver between the eyes." She claimed, having an bit of an smile on her left part of her lips.

"There's also something that Maxis told me." Azoulay expressed, causing her full attention to get on him. "She said that she heard Adler after the party that no retribution was to be done against you." He revealed to her.

"And why that ?" She raised an eyebrow to him, thinking that an vengeance for humiliating some of his guys were needed.

"I don't know." He raised his shoulders to her as he put his arms on the chair armrests, looking at the saloon. "With that, it's also means that Finn didn't follow his orders and acted on his own."

"Where is he by the way ?" She asked him, curious, removing herself from the pole she was leaned against.

"He's in the saloon with some of his friends." He replied, having an part of his thoughts thinking that he shouldn't tell her that, not wanting to get her harmed. "And as it seems, there's also Miss Park in here, so watch out !" He adviced her again, knowing deeply that she was going to get to the saloon.

"I know what I'm doing, sheriff." She exclaimed to him, seeing his face that was already telling her to not go inside that saloon without any words. "I'll leave you then, I will come back later." She added before making an sign with her hat, reciprocal for the sheriff.

She didn't know what was going to happen inside that saloon after what occured last night but for her, it was better to get in, maybe take an drink and if she could find that Finn, either having an serious talk with him or if he isn't willing to do so, having an brutal talk with the man, knowing the dangers of that last option but with the last events, was it something that was going to stop of doing that last option for real.

When she entered the saloon, she could see that it wasn't like yesterday : there were only an very few people inside at some tables and nothing else except with the presence of Miss Park on the same couch as last night. It was one of the main things that Bell saw when she got her feets inside the saloon and she couldn't resist to look at her, remembering the little flashs of her face in her head and she was smiling at her, even making an sign with her hat.

"Miss." Bell spoke up in direction of Miss Park with an smile and on her face, she couldn't know if she was able to smile to an stranger like that until someone opened an door that were marked 'Private members only' on the window part of it.....it was Finn himself, his friends looking at him leaving throught the window part of the door.

"You, get up !" He ordered harshly to Miss Park, pointing at the stairs and she was forced to comply, leaving her couch to join the stairs. "I thought I was clear about what you can & can't see in this town." He started, fully closing the doors behind him, adressing to Bell who were stopped near the bar counter. "She's belonging to mister Adler." He affirmed, starting to move slowly around Bell.

"I came to see you." Bell admitted, looking at his broken nose. "You managed to heal your nose, it seems." She scoffed with an normal voice, watching Finn walking around her.

"And you, what about your horse ?" He attacked back with an little laugh, stopping himself just in front of the swinging doors of the saloon.

"I thought you could maybe help me with healing my horse." She thought as everyone in the saloon was getting nervous about the situation right now as it was just him & her facing each other with no one to stop them. Miss Park wasn't fully up, stopping herself in her moves on the last stairs before reaching the first floor.

"You would have to kill me first !" Finn exclaimed, showing her the revolver on his holstler near his shoulder above his vest.

"I'll hurt if I do, you know ?" Bell told him as she decided to remove the dusty coat she was wearing....making everyone discover that she wasn't only armed with an simple revolver at her belt. She was having 2 others holstlers hidden by her coat and in them, there were two pistols....not revolvers, two semi-automatics pistols, two Modele 1899....two hidden assets that were the lastest pieces of technologies in this year of 1899....8 bullets in each mag....

Finn wasn't scared and knowing that no one was going to stop him, he tried to grab his revolver from his holstler but unfortunately for him, Bell was incredibly fast enough to grab her two Modele 1899 in her two hands before she pulled the triggers of both guns, sending bullets to fly towards Finn that was just starting to aim at her. Every bullets that she shot hit their target, causing Finn to almost fly away out of the saloon with 4 bullets fired from each gun.

But with 8 bullets remaining in the two mags combined, Bell turned around to face the room that Finn come out and start blazing it with the remaining bullets in its direction, breaking the window but here, she wasn't having in mind to kill his friends, it was just an big warning that she was sending them. She emptied her mags until the clicks of both guns were heard, causing her to lower her guns, watching Finn's body outside the saloon and his still alive friends, going back up inside the room that was shattered by her bullets.

"You tell Mister Adler, if he had hired smarter guys than him, none of this wouldn't have happened." She adviced the men that was still inside that private room as she put her pistols back on theirs holstlers, not forgetting to put some new mags inside before looking at the bartender. "This is for the damage I caused." She handed on the bar counter some money for the broken window before she start to walk out of the saloon but she stopped herself to look at Miss Park who were having her eyes on her.....

"Ma'am, it's been an pleasure."