#so happy he beat the shit out of Lethal

[milesworld96]

MY GIRL WON AAAAAAAAAA

[traveler-at-heart]

Better Together

Request by @l0nelyish

Summary: You're going on missions every day for a week, so it's hard to find time to spend with Nat.

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

Life is never boring as an Avenger. But sometimes, you wish it was.

You’re walking down the hallway of the Compound, just as Natasha is rounding up the corner. Your girlfriend smiles at you, making you feel like a teenager.

“Hey, gorgeous” she greets, pulling you closer by the waist.

“Hi…” your answer is muffled by her lips, moving softly against yours. You immediately forget what you were about to say next.

“I got us a dinner reservation at that new place. So wear something nice and nothing underneath” Natasha says, kissing you more passionately this time. You have to hold her arms to stay upright.

“I… uh. I think I have a mission today, Nat”

“You think?” Natasha teases, kissing down your neck.

“I’m… oh, God… 99% sure”

“Too bad”

“Tomorrow?” you offer, leaning your head on her shoulder and she smiles.

“Tomorrow”

—

Tomorrow is not any better, as you’re back from the mission at the break of dawn, dragging your feet to the apartment.

Natasha’s not in your room, but either way you’re too dirty to even consider getting in bed. You leave your suit and gear on the floor and hop on the shower, washing away the dirt and feeling relieved when the cold water helps soothe the soreness in your muscles.

You’re in your early thirties but happy to consider retirement. Not everyone on the team is a super soldier or a god.

Once you’re out of the shower, you get in bed, ready to text Natasha. You fall asleep with your phone in your hand and only wake up hours later, a post it stuck to your forehead.

Had to run on a mission with Clint. Be back tomorrow.

Love you.

You sigh, wishing you had stayed up to at least spend some time with Natasha. As you yawn, another post it falls from your forehead and you read it with a smile.

Left you some pasta in the fridge.

—

Protocol would dictate that you have at least a day of rest between missions, but with Tony’s leave to prepare for his wedding, there’s more ground to cover.

Which is why you get a call right as you finish lunch. Natasha, who was resting in one of the rooms after returning late from her mission, is also woken up by FRIDAY.

“At least we’ll go together this time” you say as you both enter the conference room.

“No, you won’t” Maria reminds you and you roll your eyes.

“It was one time”

“Once was enough” Clint mutters, sitting next to his friend. Natasha elbows him and the man chuckles. “It’s not my fault that your girl can’t be quiet. Not that it would change anything, Cap has super hearing”

Steve practically spits out his coffee, turning red.

It was never a good idea to have sex on the Quinjet after a mission. But what were you supposed to do when Natasha beat the shit out of a man that almost killed you? She looked too hot doing it.

“Anyways…” Maria says, sliding folders to the four of you. “Barton and Romanoff, we need you to get us intel on a bio weapon. Once you have the exact location, Rogers and Y/N will retrieve it”

“Can’t Barnes go with Steve?” Natasha crosses her arms, less than excited at the prospect of you handling a lethal substance.

“Does he have a PhD in Microbiology?” Maria asks and you sigh, reaching for Natasha’s hand.

“It will be fine”

“Ok. But we’re free tomorrow, non-negotiable” the redhead says.

“Of course, no missions tomorrow, especially for Y/N” Maria promises, finishing the meeting. You’re about to stand up when you look at her, confused.

“What do you mean, especially me?”

“You’re going to the graduation at SHIELD’s DC academy” she reminds you. “You didn’t forget about it, right? You’re giving the comencement speech and everything”

“I’ll handle the bio weapon and you give the speech” you turn to Steve and he smiles.

“You’ll do fine”

What a week.

It’s only Wednesday.

—

You’ll kill Maria.

She should have mentioned that the speech was followed by a luncheon and then half of DCs politicians looking to have a word with you about their projects for national and international cooperation.

By the time you’re back to the Compound, the sun is setting and all you want to do is find Natasha and go back home.

“They left for a mission. Won’t be back until Friday” Tony says as soon as you enter the kitchen and you sigh.

“I can’t believe I am about to say this but I can’t wait for you to come back, Tony”

“Yeah, I think Pepper is ready too. Apparently, you can actually have too much of me”

“No shit” you sit on a bar stool as he fixes you a drink. “How’s the wedding planning?”

“Well, we are compromising. She agreed to a very big DJ on a massive stage and I agreed to stepping foot on a church. But she says it’s too much to give Aston Martins for the wedding party”

“For the first time in her life, Pepper is wrong”

“So, you’ll still be my best woman?”

“Only if I get that Aston Martin” you raise your glass and Tony smiles.

“I’ll do my best”

—

Friday is impossibly slow, until it isn’t.

“Suit up” Maria says as soon as you pick up the phone.

“Oh, come on. Natasha’s coming back today, Hill”

“Well, the faster you get here the sooner we’ll finish the mission”

“Fine. Tell Fury I’m expecting to get paid extra hours”

“Take it up with payroll” Fury says and you almost drop your phone.

“Shit. I mean, on my way, sir, director Fury, sir”

You’re in such a hurry that you forget to leave a note for your girlfriend. All you can do is hope you two will finally see each other at the end of the day.

—

“We should do the briefing” Bucky says as soon as you land.

“Oh, hell no. It’s Saturday, we’re not clocking extra hours on a weekend, Buck” you say, carrying the stroopwaffles you bought for Nat. “We should have gotten here like three hours ago”

“We did take a detour on Amsterdam to get you those cookies. And you should really get to the medbay” he says, knowing that if you don’t get properly looked at by a doctor, Natasha will make his life hell.

“Fine” you agree, if only because your shoulder is killing you.

In the end, it was dislocated and you have to use an arm sling and rest for the next week and a half. The team is already overworked, and you feel slightly guilty at the idea of not helping for a few days.

Bucky drives you to your apartment, and you’re happy to see Nat’s home.

“Heeey, sorry. I was supposed to be back yesterday but things got crazy” you greet at the door and Natasha rushes to your side.

“What happened? Are you ok? Why didn’t you call me to pick you up at the Compound?”

“Wow, ok. It’s ok” Natasha’s hands go over every inch of your body, looking for more injuries. You stop them with your own, squeezing the hand that is on your cheek. Green eyes finally connect with yours and you smile. “Hi”

“Stop” Natasha says, rolling her eyes.

“I’m ok. Just a small injury. I’m fine, really”

“I can’t believe I want Tony to be back” she sighs and you laugh.

“That’s what I said”

“What do you have here?” Natasha takes the box from your hand and her eyes light up.

“I know they are your favorite. And all I had to do was promise Bucky no one would make him dance at the wedding”

“I love you”

“I love you too” you say, feeling Natasha’s lips meeting yours in a short and sweet kiss.

“I got you pizza and wine” she says when you break apart.

“Ok, I love you even more now”

Natasha smiles, always happy to hear you say those words.

Insisting on taking care of you, she brings a bunch of pillows to the couch, and once you finish eating, you take the arm sling off, resting against her chest.

“Raining” you mutter, listening to the drops hit against the window. The sound lulls you both, and pretty soon the credits of the movie you’re watching are rolling.

“Bed?” Natasha offers and you nod. Even if you already slept, the jet lag and exhaustion of the week are enough to have you both snoring in record time.

You don’t wake up until the sun is filtering through the blinds, and you rub your eyes. Natasha is still hugging you, her lips tickling your shoulder as she speaks.

“Breakfast?”

“Sure. In a minute” you squeeze her arms, sinking further in her embrace.

In that moment, you realise it’s not a boring life you want.

You want Natasha by your side, no matter if it’s a week full of work or a lazy Sunday morning.

“I love you, Tasha” you say, thinking she’s back to sleep.

You can tell she’s smiling by the way her lips move against your neck.

“Love you too, detka”

[disniq]

i havent read all of the comics post urban legends to gotham war with jason, but as far as i remember between them jason didn't really kill anyone? tfz is on my mind (he tried to kill 'bane' but didn't). i suppose he couldve been murdering off screen as well but i also have no idea if that's hinted at

anyway with tmwsl and the beast war stuff having him kill it means:

urban legends -> stops killing

gotham war -> is brainfuckedup by bruce. cant do shit

tmwsl -> joker unbrainfuckedups him, he proceeds to go ham and kill some goons/tries to kill the jokers

beast world -> still killing in larger amounts

so if bruce had left his ass alone would he still be in a holding pattern with the bats? way to fuck it bruce (though im happy. so.)

obviously the doyalist explanation is they probably realized jason was in a bit of a limbo atm and decided to shake it up again. but watsonian is soooo funny to me. good job b

Thank you for bearing with me anon, I'm finally free from work and mostly compos mentis at the moment, so!

My initial instinct when I got this ask was to disagree, because I didn't read Jason's behaviour in the last issue of MWSL as any more or less violent than he was in the earlier issues, I don't think he ever actually killed anybody in that run (though do correct me if I'm wrong on that), and I'm extremely reluctant to take the Beast World characterisation into account because it's a, uh... reductive view of Jason, at best.

But.

BUT!

As I was turning this over in my head, I realised why it was pinging at my brain.

It's because this exact thing *has happened*, back in RHatOs Rebirth.

Pre-rhato 25 my beloathed, Jason had been consistently using less-lethal methods in exchange for Bruce's implicit approval and regular interaction with the batfam. He specifically says this on panel in The Trial of Batwoman, this is a choice he chooses to make against his own beliefs;

Detective Comics #975

This holds until six months later, when Jason shoots Penguin. And then Bruce famously snaps and beats the everloving shit out of him in a brutal and notably one-sided fight.

After which, Jason changes up his outfit, swaps the guns for a crowbar and a katana, and becomes significantly more lethal again.

RHatO (2016) #25, RHatO (2016) #26

And when I thought about it, well. I think you could argue that each of Jason's more lethal spells are proceeded by an altercation with Bruce.

Brothers in Blood, where Jason plays a murderous, knife-wielding Nightwing to annoy Dick, is the first Jason story after the infamous Under the Hood showdown wherein Bruce chooses to cut Jason's throat instead of... doing literally anything else instead.

Batman: Under the Red Hood, Nightwing (1996) #118

And after working relatively civilly with others throughout Countdown, Jason goes full murder gunbats in Battle for the Cowl after Bruce's delightful little "you're broken and you'll never be fixed" hologram speech.

Battle for the Cowl #3 , Battle for the Cowl #1

Now, I absolutely do not want to come across like I'm saying Bruce is responsible for all Jason's more extreme actions at all, because I'm not about that lack of agency shizzle at all. Obviously Jason was already very much down to kill prior to his final confrontation with Bruce in UtRH, and I think he does genuinely believe some people deserve to die.

But I think this pattern of Jason reacting to Bruce's outright and often violent rejections by escalating the very behaviour that has Bruce repeatedly rejecting him is super interesting as a facet of their continuous cycle of abuse.

So regardless of Beast World, I wouldn't be at all surprised if Jason does lilt more lethal for a hot minute before he inevitably makes consessions to get back into Batman's good books.

[theodorecanaryhood]

The Tattooist and the Artist: Death and Destruction

Part VII

The Joker escapes from Arkham and abducts reader. Red Hood becomes lethal again and vows to take him out.

Warnings: violence, swearing and sex

These moments with you were Jason’s best, he cherished everything. The feel of your skin, the sound of your voice and of course your scent.

Jason was deep inside you when he felt your hand reach for his, Jason’s slow and steady pace had you writhing underneath him. Your body was still for Jason alone, and it drove Jason mad.

‘Y/n’ Jason moaned in your ear, you sunk your teeth into Jason’s neck as he felt himself get close. Close to the end of the race as he filled you up.

His dick had been aching for a release and it was too irresistible not to explode while buried inside you.

Jason huffed out as he caught his breath, realising he had been selfish and not allowed you to come. Jason gave you a deep kiss as he slithered down and ducked his head under the covers.

‘Oh fuck’ you gasped as Jason took your hard length into his mouth, finishing you off while he smiled at the release of your pleasure.

Of course, it isn’t just sex that Jason treasures with you, it’s everything. But the fact that you never grow tired of Jason and never to hesitate to take his length, just makes Jason feel so special. Feel so good.

Jason was a happier man now ever since he got with you, especially since you said yes to marrying him. Even more so.

He sings in the shower, he whistles a lot of the time when he is working. His regulars always say they notice the change. Roy has said it too many times.

Jason is such a happier person now he has you, he has nothing to offer but his undying love for you.

Though, happy moments always get disrupted and Jason found himself watching the breaking news on the TV in the studio.

A breakout at Arkham Asylum has caused mass casualties and disruption among the citizens of Gotham. Jason always prayed hard in these moments, but he saw red when he found it was Joker that had escaped.

Jason saw police cars outside and near enough shit himself on the spot. Realising they were going at a speed he’d been away from for a while.

Jason was driving home when he got a phone call from Commissioner Gordon, not sure why he’d be getting a call he answered.

‘Hey Jim, what’s up?’ Jason asked, Jim’s voice was filled with concern as he began to break the news.

‘Hi Jason, I need to tell you something’ he began, Jason’s heart stopped beating as he found a safe place to pull over.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘There was a break in on Preston Avenue, an art gallery was raided and the owner, y/n y/l/n was taken. We’re trying to find him, but he had you as his emergency contact’ Jim informed as Jason’s heart never seemed to start again.

‘What?’ Jason whispered, tears in his eyes as he realised the break out at Arkham and your disappearance had to be connected.

Jason went to the BatCave and remained there until he found a lead, he had to find you. Even if it killed him in the process, Jason had to get you home safely.

‘Jason? I’m concerned about you, you need to take a break and eat something’ Bruce said softly, running Jason’s shoulder.

‘I have to find y/n Bruce, I won’t stop until he’s in my arms alive and well’ Jason replied sternly.

Bruce knew what Jason was going through, he’d done this every day for almost a year while Jason was under the grips of Joker. Bruce couldn’t argue, he’d done the same thing.

‘You need any help?’ Bruce asked only for Jason to slightly nod.

There was silence in the room as the two men hunted for a lead, hunting for you.

‘I love him so much, Dad’ Jason said, finally breaking as the tears came out.

Bruce looked as Jason let his emotions fall from him, tears down his face. His body shaking as he looked at the screen.

Bruce pulled Jason in and held him tight, Jason rested his head on his father’s shoulder, soaking his shirt with his tears. Jason hadn’t cried like this before, it was a pain in his chest that he’d never thought he’d feel. A pain of heartbreak.

The two remained where they were for a while until Jason could stop to take a breath again, wiping his tears away. Bruce still had his arms around his son, not letting him go, as he had done so long before.

‘I’m going to kill the Joker, I am. He needs to die Bruce, please don’t get in my way’ Jason said as his face showed nothing but anger.

Bruce wanted to protest, but then he felt the same. Knowing the Joker had killed his son, Bruce wanted to kill him. But never did.

Red Hood was a menace tonight as he hunted through all the leads he had, the hideout he found Joker was hiding in.

Batman was close by to help take enemies down, but he wouldn’t intervene when the time came for Jason to kill the Joker. Batman wouldn’t lie when he said he doesn’t want Jason to go down that road, whether or not he changes his mind, Bruce will stand by his son.

The room you were in was dark, but there was some light sources scattered around, enough for you to see your surroundings. You knew it had to be a few days by now, as your stomach was hurting from the hunger. You were thirsty and just wanted to go to sleep.

‘Little precious, the big bad Batsy isn’t coming’ Joker laughed as he showed you his face.

You were trapped with your arms and legs bound, the other two hostages were in the room with you. You sat in between them.

Joker pulled the young woman’s hair, the young woman who was in the gallery with you at the time of the ambush. She whimpered a little as the Joker pulled out a taser.

‘Leave her alone’ you shouted, getting Jokers attention. He smiled menacingly at you, coming over.

Holding the taser to your crotch, you felt your heart racing as he neared you. The Joker remained smiling as he inched his hand, holding the taser, towards you.

There was a crash from outside the room and some gunfire, diverting Jokers attention elsewhere.

‘He’s here’ Joker laughed, you stared at the door waiting for it to open, only to feel a sharp pain in your stomach.

You blacked out as you realised it was a stab to your gut, and you were bleeding heavily, losing consciousness you went out easily.

‘Fuck you’ Red Hood screamed as he rushed to the three henchmen in the room.

Snapping one guys neck, severing the seconds jugular and throwing the third out of the window. Not caring who lived and who didn’t, Jason just wanted you.

‘One bad day!’ Joker laughed, recognising Jason straight away as the Robin he’d killed years before.

Red Hood reloaded his guns, Joker pulling out the famous crowbar. Triggering Jason’s memories of his death, he saw Red and Jason let the adrenaline lead.

It wasn’t long until Jason had the Joker on the floor after hitting him with a powerful punch, shooting him in the knee.

‘What now son? Batsy must be so proud’ Joker smiled.

Batman arrived just in time to witness as Jason pulled his gun up and shot Joker in the head. Red Hood stood for a couple of seconds as he watched Joker, dead on the floor.

‘Y/n?’ Red Hood let out a gut wrenching scream as he ran to you, unconscious.

Jason sat next to you the whole time you were in hospital, never letting go of your hand. Still not sure if Jason was even here, he just remained where he was.

You opened your eyes after a few hours of being here, confused yet also terrified that you were still where you were.

‘Baby’ Jason gasped as he saw you were awake, Jason’s face coming into your view.

You cried with relief as you saw him, Jason, and he saw you looking at him. The two of you smiling.

You reached your other hand up to place on Jason’s face, he held the hand with his other, kissing your palm. Jason felt his heart beating again for the first time.

There weren’t any words spoken, but Jason knew you were there. You knew he was and that was all that mattered in this moment.

An unspoken love toward each other as you had your sweet reunion.

[finniestoncrane]

please, my oc, she is being passed around so many rogues it's not ok for her to keep dyeing her hair ;-;

there's some info on each of the variants below because it is self-indulgent and not interesting lmao 💚

music meister connie (the fat lady)

her power is her voice, kinda like black canary, but she is not afraid to gore a man with her little horns. the whole point of her being there is so that when batman has mm pinned to the ground and is saying "it's over, music meister" he can say "oh batman... it's not over... until the fat lady sings" and then connie can come in and. beat shit out of him

bookworm connie (dust cover)

she's sweet and soft and chunky and nerdy, so she's a perfect partner for bookworm i think. she would say "knowledge is power" if you asked her what she brought to a fight, but she can also use her little reading light as a laser that can cut a bitch

mad hatter connie (the tea lady)

this connie has no powers, except that she's not able to be hypnotised. the only reason she hangs out with tetch is cos she thinks he's neat. she makes excellent tea, and her cupcakes are little grenades

harley quinn connie (candyfloss)

clown-core connie is my new favourite? she has super strength like harley, those aren't juggling balls, they're cast iron shotput balls which she is happy to launch at people's heads or use them to bash bones into tiny little shards

scarecrow connie (strawman)

like a real strawman she's there to trick people into thinking jonathan is less powerful, so the fear toxin vials she carries and tosses at people are placebos so they lower their guard before the real master of fear rocks up with the lethal dose

two face connie (3D)

i'm gonna be honest this design got away from me and i ended up making a whole new oc for it. oops. anyway this one can warp the environment and make people think she's a lot closer or further away from her to disorient them and make attacking them easier. or something. i don't know i didn't think it through i got distracted by the concept

poison ivy connie (petal)

no powers. she's kinda part plan but that's only because ivy has been up and in her so frequently she's kinda got some spores forming all through her. if she needs to fight, she tosses cactuses at people. she's not really for fighting, she's for ivy to play with mostly

[thetorturerwrites]

Lylas

Summ: Adam Sackler was never one for beating around the bush, but this level of blunt was beyond comprehension - even for him.

Notes: Purely self-indulgent filth. There will probably be other parts to this because I cannot get it out of my head, but I have no set time frame for it. Also, I do not apologize for the extraneous world-building in my smut. That's just how I roll... (Also also, some of this might be in response to the fact that not everything has to be squirting...)

~

“You should let me fuck you.”

The cavalier way he said such a bizarre thing made you short circuit. Astonished, you stopped mid-shoelace-tie and stared up at him. Adam Sackler was never one for beating around the bush, but this level of blunt was beyond comprehension - even for him.

“What?! Why?”

He grinned down at you because, with you right there on the ottoman, you sat eye level with his dick. With that cheshire grin turned on you, you unexpectedly forgot how to breathe. You’d never looked at Adam that way before, but with one question, he upended your world view. Adam was lethally beautiful, and he knew it. Shaggy black hair swept back and forth over his dark eyes to match his moods - off to the right for mischievous, low over the brow for brooding. It was easy to admit he was a looker, but you’d never considered him to be anything beyond that. A big, glaring red flag permanently hung over his head since the day he walked into your house. Now, though…

He certainly watched, and enjoyed, the struggle going on in your mind and not-so-casually slid both hands smoothly, purposefully into the pockets of those well-worn, low slung, faded blue jeans and leaned his hips forward at you. Of course you looked. Who wouldn’t? Catching yourself, you forced your eyes up to his green t-shirt, but that wasn’t much help because it fit him offensively well. Painted on would be an understatement. Adam was all wide shoulders and shelf-like pecs, and suddenly, you understood his sex appeal. Forcing your face into a placid mask, you waved him off and bent to finish tying your damn shoe. Time to get the fuck out of this room.

You forgot, however, that you’d asked him a question.

“One, you bring home shitty dudes. Two, I don’t want to date. After that last bullshit…”

The last bullshit being the most recent round of Hannah and Jessa, both idiot girls who ran roughshod over Adam and his tender heart. On more than one occasion, you’d seen fit to murder one right after the other, but nobody could tell Adam anything. He was a right pain in the ass and a whole pervert, but he was also kind and doting, a thing those two heifers took advantage of too often. He was also stubborn to a fault, and when he believed a thing, or when he wanted something, he would pursue it 100%. He’d believed in them, but even he had to admit they were trash in the end.

“... this would be the perfect solution.” You realized he’d not stopped talking while you took that mental break, and you struggled to focus. “One stop shop.”

Shoe finally situated, you stood, pretending not to be acutely aware of the way he watched you smooth the wrinkles from your plum blouse and rub the wrinkles out of the thighs of your pants. Masquerading as confident, you jabbed at the air between you.

“First? Rude.” Although, internally you admitted you brought home shitty dudes. They never seemed shitty until they walked out the door, leaving you unsatisfied and annoyed. All dudes were shitty, though, weren’t they? There was no earthly reason to believe Adam was any better despite how much he believed himself superior.

“Second? Jim and Carly would shit kittens.”

Jim and Carly were your parents - his mom and your dad, specifically. They met in Tahoe on a Friday and were married by the following Sunday. Secretly, you believed Carly was in it for the money because Jim was - no two ways about it - loaded, but she genuinely seemed to love your dad. After all the heartache he’d endured, you found you couldn’t begrudge him that happiness, even if it made your teeth itch. In a blur, the Sacklers moved into Jim’s mansion on the hill, filling it with more noise than either of you could remember. With internships, college, and the damn economy, it made sense for everyone to live at home; so, you all had to learn to live together.

Well, sort of. Jim and Carly never stayed home long enough to get used to anybody, really. Jetsetters, they called themselves, which left the rest of the household free rein.

At the mention of your part-time parents, Adam took a step forward, brow piqued, lips pursed.

“You in the habit of sharing all the naughty details about your love life with dear old daddy, baby sister?”

He only called you that when he wanted to rile you up or when he wanted something - both true in this case.

“Me?” You laughed, a full-on, hold your belly laugh. “Ha! You’re not exactly shy about the vast number of “dirty sluts” (you even treated him to finger quotes) you’ve found in the area, Sackler. You don’t need to tell us anything about your love life, you shit, because everybody already knows!”

Wiping delighted tears from your eyes, you shook your head. It really was too absurd.

“No, this is… too weird, and not for nothing, it's kind of creepy. I promise you’ll find shiny new sluts to fuck just around the corner at what’s-her-face’s block party. But please, wait five minutes so I can vacate the premises before you do whatever it is you do.”

~

Adam loved it when you laughed. He spent an inordinate amount of time trying to make you laugh because your eyes sparkled in such a pretty way, and your face softened all over. To put it plainly, you lit up from the inside. After Hannah’s crazy and Jessa’s perpetual moodiness, he simply enjoyed watching you laugh because it was easy to get you to do it. Easygoing and whip smart, he found he enjoyed the mental sparring with you because you could keep up, and you weren’t so fucking dramatic. 

That started everything.

Soon enough, he couldn’t get you - or your laugh - out of his head. Finding out about all the other faces and noises you made infected his brain. Now, when you laughed, his eyes trailed away from your face to the rest of your body because he wanted to see the effect of that laugh all over you. The bob of your breasts when he got you particularly good, the way you often held your waist and huffed at him, drawing attention to your generous hips - the details of you affected him far more than they should have and made him want to affect you just as much. 

If he was completely honest, he didn’t give a single shit if Jim or Carly ever found out. He was pretty sure he still wouldn’t give a shit if your relationship was by blood rather than marriage. He was going to fuck you. It was only a matter of time.

“Those are good reasons, baby sister, but that’s not a no…”

~

The problem was that Adam was right.

“Hey, uh..” The shitty dude you’d escorted to your front door turned at the threshold, beet red and stammering. “I’ll call you, yeah?”

You didn’t even remember his name.

“Sure. Yeah. Whenever?”

Probably more abruptly than you should have, you shut the door in his face and then let your forehead fall against it with a loud thud. You threw your fists in the air, irritated and crabby. Meeting him was nice. The party was pleasant; the wine flowed freely. His kisses tasted like candy, and the way he nibbled your neck was delightful.

After the banter, the ride home, and the bourbon, however, Rick… Robin?... Roger? Yes, Roger was all talk and no substance. His bed-game was decidedly lacking. All he’d accomplished was a nice warm-up, whiskey dick, and no grand finale for you. 

“It's. -thunk- Not. -thunk- That. -thunk- Hard!”

“Whatcha’up to, kid?”

You shrieked, jumped a foot off the floor, and spun with fists raised to knock the threat out, in theory at least.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sackler. You scared the shit out of me.”

Rubbing at your sternum to calm the racing of your heart, you slumped back against the door. You concentrated so hard on regulating your breathing that you didn’t hear him shuffle closer. Nor did you notice him leaning over you, his thick left arm braced on the door above your head, until his crooked index finger lifted your chin. Only then did the alarm bells ring because damn that was a sexy move. And Christ on a cracker he smelled good - salt from the ocean blended with caramel spice. It made your mouth water. 

“Feel like now’s the time for I told you so,” he quipped, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Tell you what…” The arm that was overhead slithered over your torso, settling a good bit of his weight across your shoulders. “I’ll do this, and you can tell people I forced you.”

He winked, and a second later, his warm hand slid into your DIY sleep shorts. You’d worn the ugly cut-off sweatpants pair to dissuade your date from lingering. Now, you wished you’d found an actual pair of pants because the shorts only gave away how traitorous your cunt was. Skillfully, Adam’s middle finger found the groove between your tacky labia, using the residual (barely) slickness from your failed attempt at sexy times with… Rufus? Ryan? Regardless of his name, his touches were clumsy compared to this. Adam kept an even pace and the exact right amount of pressure, sliding in the perfect way to coerce more wetness from your entrance and carry it back to your swollen clit.

You croaked, straight up sounded like you swallowed a frog because as his fingers defiled you south of the border, his stare wrecked you up north. His beautiful brown eyes were whiskey warm tonight, softened at the edges but intently focused upon you. You could get drunk on those kinds of eyes. If he gazed at all his conquests like this - as though nothing else mattered - you understood the pull. It moved, his stare, from your eyes to your mouth and back. You nearly begged him to kiss you but this was already so strange, so taboo. 

And yet… and yet…

~

He’d never been so fucking pleased to be right in his life.

All he had to do was get you there, and he’d win the argument. Roman, a guy he met on the track, was manufactured to be an idiot and would never figure out how to fuck right, even if his life hung in the balance. How he'd managed to even meet you was beyond understanding. 

Adam, however, had been fucking since he was 14, and he’d long since learned all the magic buttons. It was the one good thing to have come from his years struggling with sobriety. Replacing alcohol with sex taught him a lifetime’s worth of skills. Skills he now used to pull another squeak from your pouty mouth. Each time the pad of his finger caught your hood, the reluctant peep you made shot straight to his dick. He wasn’t sure if he would manage to not fuck you tonight, but he reminded himself that he had to play the long game.

For a solid 30 seconds, he rubbed only at your clit, back and forth, back and forth. He set a very specific rhythm that had you twisting beneath him deliciously. Your yelping grew louder and louder until one in particular cracked, and that was his cue.

“Hold my shoulder.” He nudged your nose with his to get your attention and nodded when both of your hands came up to rest on his chest and biceps. “That’s it.”

He couldn’t help himself from licking at the way your mouth popped open when he slid his fingers inside of you. The way the corners turned up was too tantalizing to ignore.

~

Mother Mary of God… He was inside you. Granted, it was only his fingers, but they belonged to your step-brother. Your face burned, but the hundred objections your brain conjured died at the back of your tongue because fuck, they were good. Two fingers, middle and ring, had you whining like a schoolgirl as he carefully, deliberately explored you. He wasn’t awkward about it like every other dude who’d been in your pants. He didn’t stab at your cunt as though he’d miraculously grown a jackhammer for a hand.

Nope. He took his time, slow and steady. He noted the angles and ridges that made you moan. And when he found that perfect spot, the spot that made you curse far louder than you intended, he stayed right there. There was no in and out anymore, no poking or prodding. Once he found it, his touch shifted from up/down and in/out to side to side. You came unfuckingglued. All ten fingers dug into hard flesh. You all but leapt into his arms as he rubbed at your tight bundle of electric nerves from the inside. And the more you responded, the faster he went.

“There’s nobody here, kid. Let’s hear it.”

You couldn’t have swallowed the cries for every dollar your dad invested in this huge-ass house. Your hips bucked against Adam’s expert manhandling, chasing that elusive sort of orgasm you can only get from someone else. Closer and closer it crept. Tighter and tighter you wound. From you knew not where, you found your voice, though it was scratchy and broken.

“D-don’t stop un-until I sh-sh-shake.”

His dark brow lifted, but he didn’t argue. It was a thing hardly anybody knew (because hardly anybody could fucking deliver), but a great orgasm, a really fantastic one, made you shake. Not tremble. Not wiggle. A full-body, clack your teeth kind of shake. On another day, you’d have been embarrassed to tell him that, but you watched determination change his face from amused and entertained to keenly interested. His efforts inside your cunt multiplied until you went rigid. He wanted to see it, clearly, but more than that, you wanted it, salivated for it. Right here on the cusp, you didn’t care that it would happen at his hands.

With your head tipped back, eyes screwed shut, and mouth agape, that hot-wet bud of ecstasy finally bloomed, and you wailed. It was electric, shooting sparks into your fingertips, but somehow, in the very middle of it, both of your hands wrapped around his wrist on the off chance he’d stop right at the best part, which they all did, but Adam only chuckled and carried right on fucking you stupid with nothing but two fingers.

Vulgar sounds squelched out around his fingers to accompany the vulgar things he whispered in your ear. Dirty girl with your pants around your ankles. Are you always this easy? Who’s the best big brother ever? Your pussy gushed; your ears rang. You rode his fingers like a champion, reveling in the quake and the rag-doll rattling of your insides.

The whole thing was indecent, fit for film, really.

~

Don’t fuck this up. Don’t fuck this up. You cannot fuck her tonight. Do not fuck this up.

Long game. Long game. Long game.

You fell back against the door, wincing when he extricated his fingers. He wanted to wrap himself around you and keep pushing, but he held back. This was a delicate operation, and straying too much to either side would fuck it all up. You’d either blow up at him and feel like he actually assaulted you, or you’d never speak to him again. Neither was a winning scenario. Tamping down his near-manic need to taste you, he gently traced your lips with his gummy fingers until you opened your eyes.

“That was some show, kid.”

Confusion crinkled the corners of your eyes, and he nuzzled your chin, matching the fire in your cheek with his own. He understood. His proposal wasn’t normal, and how much you’d obviously enjoyed it probably had you all up in your feelings. Hovering his mouth above yours, so close he could feel your breath, he fought himself over whether you needed to be kissed.

But when you lifted ever so slightly onto your toes, seeking it out, he clenched his jaw hard and fought the urge to fuck you right here on the floor. Somehow, he kept his shit together, and he thought certainly he deserved a goddamn medal for valor. He pushed away and veered you towards the stairs.

“Time to go, little sister. It’s past your bedtime.”

~

For a week, Adam cornered you at least once a day to stuff your pussy full of his thick fingers and make you beg. After that first time, he knew exactly how to play you, and he delighted in drawing it out until you pleaded for him to make you cum. You’d mistakenly said his name during your second encounter, and now, he wouldn’t come anywhere near the things that made you shake without hearing it.

You never considered yourself the begging type, but it turns out that when someone knows precisely the way to touch you and the exact right way to make you scream as you climax, begging becomes much more palatable. It also turns out that whether Jim and Carly were home didn’t make a single bit of difference because when Adam texted you his offer from across the kitchen table, you ran after him like the house was on fire.

That’s how you wound up here, sitting on the edge of Adam’s desk, naked as the day you were born, legs spread obscenely wide and panties crammed in your mouth to keep you muffled if not quiet. With one hand deftly driving into your messy cunt and one wrapped around your hip to coax it into a rocking motion, he all but pulverized your sanity. Up was down, left was right, and “brother” was just another fucking word. As you inched higher and higher up climax mountain, you rationalized you weren’t really doing anything wrong. He’d never fucked you in any other way than this. He wasn’t a real brother, either. There was nothing wrong with a little fun, right? Sure, it was strange, but when he… fuck when he hit that spot right… right there… your brain went…

“You should let me fuck you,” he murmured against your throat, a throwback to what started all this.

It crackled in your prefrontal cortex, and you pushed at his bare chest, babbling incoherently because part of you thought it was the worst idea ever, and part of you thought it would be the best fucking thing in the history of ever. They argued with each other behind your eyes. That was too far. Wasn’t it? But it would feel so good. You couldn’t, possibly. Right? Sure, you could. Twice on Sunday, even. Surely, he had plenty of other options. Didn’t he? Who fucking cares?

“Just a little, kid. I’ve made it good for you, yeah? Just the tip.”

Your thoughts on the matter were irrelevant, it seemed, because the clink of his buckle launched you into a panic. You tried to escape his grip by leaning back, but he clenched his arm around your back, making escape impossible. Struggling to keep calm, you realized it felt ridiculous and performative to panic because you splayed across his desk like you were posing for his calendar. You gawked at him, eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite pin down because processing that your step-brother was about to put any part of his dick inside you was overwhelming. This was too much, too forbidden.

“Now, don’t look at me like that.” He rubbed soothing circles into your ribcage and stepped in. You felt the weight of a cock you’d never seen laying against your swollen pussy, eliciting a low groan. “Only for a minute. Stay right there; don’t move.”

And then, there it was. The round head of Adam’s cock slowly breached your body’s sticky barrier and scrambled your senses. Tears formed. Your chest heaved - because you wanted him to ravage you, to fuck you dumb and blind, but you just couldn’t. Right?

Maybe your inner monologue wasn’t so silent. Or maybe he read your mind. Something changed, though, from “just the tip” to an iron grip and his right hand over your gagged mouth as he snapped his hips and slid all the way home.

~

Adam expected you to shout, to have an outright tantrum and draw far too much attention to the situation. Instead, you shuddered against him the way you did when you came all over his fingers - not as hard but definitely unmistakable.

“That’s it. S’good cock, isn’t it? Told you you’d like it.”

Testing the waters, he withdrew about halfway and slowly pushed in again, absolutely loving the way you moaned in response. He’d nearly cum in his pants when you let him shove your panties into your mouth, and whenever he looked at you still gritting your teeth into them, his dick throbbed. With no firm objection, he unwound from his caging stance and took proper hold of your perfect, meaty ass. He scooted you closer to the edge of his desk, damn near falling off, so he could get his demanding dick inside you from tip to root right fucking now.

~

Adam’s cock was fat. There was no other way to describe it. He filled you up so completely you couldn’t even blink. The slide of his girth against your insides was dizzyingly good, and all you could do was cling to his shoulders.

And when he started talking? That dirty way with that sexy-ass voice?

It fucked you all the way up.

The things he said to you, too, differed from the things you’d heard him say to his hook-ups. They were filthy sluts, not even worthy to come over in the daylight, just a hole for him to get off to. You were his dirty little sister, though, weren’t you? Too cock-drunk to even say no to big brother. You loved his fat cock, didn’t you? You’d let him fuck you whenever he wanted, wouldn’t you?

You were positively, expertly, no two ways about it done for.

Like a dick-addled fool, you nodded along with all of it. You’d say whatever he wanted as long as he kept packing more and more of his missile cock into your aching cunt. Maybe that’s what you wanted - to be reduced to an object, a fuckdoll sister he’d turn inside out at his whim with no recourse to say no. When that idea took hold, you vibrated against him. You generally didn’t orgasm from penetration alone, but by sheer size, Adam rubbed at every single one of your spongy triggers with each stroke. Coupled with the downright pornographic thoughts in your fucked-out head, you whined like a petulant child, overcome by the effort it took to keep quiet, to keep yourself coherent.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Your eyes flew open, tracking the voice to its owner, who leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over a very familiar broad chest. You burned from ears to toes, knowing this looked exactly like what it was, and there was no pretending it was anything else. Even worse, your deviant fantasy abruptly shifted to include these extra details - wind-faded jeans, threadbare gray cotton shirt bleached by the sun, and a brush of red across a nose and cheekbones matching those you'd looked up at for days. He was a carbon copy of the man currently demolishing your boundaries by burying himself to the hilt in your body.

Ben, Adam’s twin, the wayward son, had finally home from his camping trip to the desert.

~

Adam nestled his face in your neck to hide his smugness. He knew his brother would be home today, and he timed everything around the fact Ben said he’d be here early afternoon. Edging you was a cake-walk. He’d been practicing all week, and when he saw the text asking if he needed anything from their favorite pizza place, he knew how much time he had to get you right and ready so Ben would find you well and truly empty-headed and sexed out. 

Ben wasn’t sold on having you. He half liked the idea, but he thought it was more trouble than it would be worth. More than once, though, Adam caught him lazily stroking himself while watching you run down the beach or sunbathe by the pool. It would only take a nudge to get his brother fully invested. Adam played the moment, and specifically you, perfectly, and holy shit if this wasn’t one for the books. You and your round eyes, searching for an explanation that would make sense of why he was balls deep in your tight cunt on a Saturday afternoon.

“Someone’s been a bad girl,” he said to his brother, licking a stripe across your thundering pulse. “What do you think, bad girl, wanna show Ben how you shake?”

~

You sobbed. There was nothing for it because Adam’s cock never stopped. His brother’s presence in the room didn’t faze him one bit, and it took a full minute for you to realize it was some of that twin bullshit you were always on them about. Of course they’d seen each other fucking. They probably fucked lots of people together. You bristled with humiliation because it was obvious Adam set this up, but your pussy, smart bitch, clutched at his every thrust, considerably more so when he asked you such a depraved thing.

Meeker than you intended, you nodded because yes, you did, in fact, want to show Ben how you came. 

Adam shifted his weight, pulling out of your sloppy cunt for only the time it took to put your feet on the floor and turn you to face Ben. He hummed as he grabbed your hips, pulled you back against his body, and let his cock find his target. Your head dropped on a moan as he filled you back up because it was even better this way. You had surer footing, could brace yourself on the desk’s corner, and didn’t have to concentrate on not falling. Using fistfuls of your hips as leverage, Adam crashed into you, sending jolts throughout your already overstimulated body. It was glorious.

And then, Ben’s boots came into your line of sight, followed swiftly by his muscular hand around your throat, silver rings cool against your heated flesh. You tracked beauty mark to beauty mark, wondering when the constellations kissed his cheeks. You should have been mortified. Ben finding you here with Adam should have struck you dead there and then, but it only emboldened you because his eyes weren’t full of judgment. He wasn’t disgusted by what he saw. His honey-gold gaze, laced with hunger, burned into you possessively. He held you by the neck, the strength of his grip waxing and waning in time to your heartbeat, while his brother plowed you from behind. When his voice wiggled its way into your ear, your knees nearly buckled. Adam’s was clear but devious, which made his filthy quips more surprising because they were hard to expect. Ben talked very little. His voice, which you didn’t truly appreciate until this moment, was rough and low, like his very voice box was calloused.

“Is this the first time he’s fucked you?”

You whimpered, eyes drifting shut until you felt a rough tap at your cheek. His face, all furrowed brows and licked lips, telegraphed that next time, he’d slap you proper. Pushing yourself to stare straight into his eyes - it was like looking into the sun - you nodded again, feeling every bit of your desire dribble down your legs because one brother was great, but two was immaculate.

“Is this the last time he’ll fuck you?”

Your guts clenched, and you reached out to stabilize yourself by laying both hands on Ben’s chest, which you already understood was only because he allowed it. Without a second thought, eager even, you shook your head. You’d reached the point where you’d let him - no them - do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted it because holy goddamn.

Adam chose this moment to increase the speed with which he fucked you into oblivion. His hips slapped against yours, hands clamping down onto your shoulders for better leverage. Your eyes crossed, and you nearly swallowed your gag. With one hand on Ben, you reached up to grip Adam’s fingers, anchoring yourself between the two of them. They were your literal rock and a hard place, and they worked in tandem to drive you thoroughly crazy. Ben’s hand slipped between your legs, fingers finding your slippery clit. You howled, spine waking up to tingle and dance. 

“Fuck, there it is,” Adam groaned behind you. 

What else could you do but give him what he wanted?

~

His brother had told him about the way you shook when you orgasmed, and he really had thought nothing of it. Most people did that, didn’t they? If you did the job right, there was always a tremor in the legs, a wobble in the walk.

Ben was not prepared for the way you shook when you came.

For a second, he thought you were about to have a seizure, but he watched your face smooth out in pleasure, watched your lips turn up at the very corners, and he was flat out shocked by what he’d just witnessed. 

You loved it. Loved being fucked. Loved coming so undone your mind stopped working. For him, it was the way you smiled as you came. The shaking was stunning, of course, but nobody he’d ever fucked before had goddamn smiled - beamed! - through their climax. It was truly the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

And then he grinned like the devil himself because fucking hell…

“You’re fucked, little sister. You know that?” 

He scooped some of your slick onto his finger and popped it in his mouth. Shit, you even tasted like candy.

“Well and truly fucked.”

[jacenotjason]

*slowly appears from the void*

Would it be alright, if I requested some Fun Facts about Ma? I am so very curious and I wanna hear all the things about the characters-

Hey how did you do that? Ma facts? Oh sure >:D *throws goldfish into the void*

Funfacts n notso funfacts round with Ma!

(HERES THE AU!)

Fun Facts

She’d pierce more of her if she could, but.. ya can’t really pierce a bird? If i drew her in a human au she’d have WAY MORE piercings!

SHE CAN FLY! She just doesnt like to lol

Her hair isn’t naturally that neon rainbow, its black underneath! She regularly bleaches and dyes, usually in the company of others bc its always funner, and you need someone to check the back!

Ma is a mix of birds, but she’s mostly eagle!! Thats where she gets her big ol talons!

Her talons are really sharp! She always tells ppl to mind them when they’re close. (Aa i can imagine her saying that actually “I’m so happy you decided to-, watch the talons, sugar- come over today”)

She has a leather bag with spikes that says “PUNK MOM” in bright green, its her ma bag >:D she carry’s snacks, first aid utensils, and medication! Mostly anxiety medicine or pain meds.

She is the tallest neighbor, beating Barnaby by about half a foot

She went to Mother Mary’s School for Problematic Boys, after she came out. She was sent at 17

She met Barnaby there ^ she was astonished by how brainwashed Barnaby was, since he was sent there so young he was so accustomed to all the teachings. Poppy decided she wouldn’t just escape, she’d take Barnaby with her!

In the school, everyone went by their last names. (Adults called the kids “Son ____” and kids called the adults “Mother ____” and “Father ____”, kids call each other “Brother ____”. They thought they were a big family, basically. Its a very stereotypical cult.) which explains why Barnaby doesn’t know her deadname! He called her “Brother Partridge”, when they escaped they traded their real names, and ofc ma said to call her Poppy

Poppy calls her parents every year or so, (“just makin’ sure they’re still bigoted. Aha, just kiddin’, I don’t have to check.”)

I like to think Ma has a southern accent. I don’t actually know where she would’ve developed it, but it fits with the mom vibe ok?

She’s horrible at baking, but AWESOME AT COOKING. Like go to her house every thanksgiving. Not even, go for dinner she’ll happily cook you some heaven sent meal im serious.

Poppy was originally going to be completely greyscale, no neon whatsoever. I changed it bc it looked way too gloomy and.. bad.

Poppy would happily say yes to a “Hey Mister*” (*teens standing outside a store and asking adults to buy them alcohol/cigarettes. This literally never works, but Ma would get u some as long as u promised to be safe, and might even make u party at her house)

Not-So Fun Facts

Ok some context for this one: Barnaby was going to be killed by the cult. Before a sacrifice or killing someone that stepped out of line (thats what Barnaby did) they down a cup of wine to cleanse themselves before taking a life. Poppy knew they’d kill Barnaby and poisoned the wine. She pretended to drink it as everyone else did, and bit her tongue as she waited for it to work. If it took even just a few more seconds to kick in, Barnaby would’ve been killed

The poison wasn’t lethal, in Poppy’s words, “they’ll shit weird for a week and vomit more then a tween with bulimia, but they’ll live.”

If it wasn’t obvious her parents are transphobic

I don’t have a lot of notso funfacts for Ma.. shes doin ok <3

[thottyimagines]

Headcanons for enemies to lovers with Kakashi with a girl who absolutely humbles tf outta him? Like he can walk around thinking he’s all that and has an advantage but she literally gets him down and is 2 steps ahead every time lol.

I admire the tenacity of those of you who send things with ridiculously powerful/beautiful/what have you inserts to write about, considering the outcomes I keep giving them.

Kakashi x OP SI

This antagonistic rivalry would have to begin in childhood or adolescence. Like, during that sweet spot when Kakashi is a little rule-following asshole who loves being top dog and hasn't had the trauma that resulted in him joining ANBU or adopting Obito's personality yet.

Kakashi is bamboozled the first time he gets his ass handed to him by a peer. He...didn't think that was possible.

It doesn't help that this little girl is taunting him now, grinning in a way that makes him want to punch all her baby teeth out.

Minato thinks that Kakashi needs a challenge and doesn't particularly enjoy beating up his precocious child student all day anyway, so he speaks to whoever's been handling her to arrange some sparring.

Whenever Kakashi ekes out a win, he's convinced the tides are turning in his favor. The winds of change are upon them and she can get off her high horse for good, thank you.

Except for then she beats him into the dirt again the next time.

Over the years, Kakashi uses her as an outlet for all of his terrible, unspeakable rage. He doesn't mind if she sees the ugly feelings that just keep building up with every new death because he's always known she's like him in a way Gai is not.

He even makes time during his suicidal ANBU period to come get the shit beat out of him in a non-lethal setting.

As they grow up and mature and remove the respective sticks from their asses that got them to "insane child genius" in the first place, they find that...well, they don't really mind hanging out without the violence.

Things progress very slowly to a friendship. They progress even more slowly to something in a more romantic light. Much of it is at the behest of our overpowered girl who does not have time for Kakashi's crises. Just choose something good for once, you rat bastard!

Kakashi has a chat with Dead Obito at the memorial stone in order to let him know of these developments and share that he's finally willing to take the next step. He imagines that Obito would have loved this; as children, Obito was her self-appointed cheerleader because he's a fan of anyone who can beat up Kakashi.

Except for Dead Obito is not so dead and has a habit of lurking about the area.

And the problem is, Obito doesn't really think that Kakashi deserves this newfound happiness.

If it's any consolation, Obito takes no pleasure in murdering Kakashi's lady love. He really was fond of her as a child. It's a pity that she made such a bad choice.

[valerico]

10, 11, 19, for anyone! =:D

I'm going to mix this up and do this for a couple of mine and kinda shotgun blast these. [A.N. I have wrote this over the course of the past 4 days. There are spelling errors. I do not care anymore. There are things I forgot to mention, that will be explained at some other time. I am so tired.]

10. What is their main character arc in the story? Where do they start and how do they develop? Do they get a happy ending or is their story a tragic one? (apartment!Ludvwk)

I'm doing apartment world here (still need to come up with a better name for that place tbhhh) because campaign character's fates are in flux, anyway. I straight up had to rewrite this a few times now because I can't actually figure out how to summarize his whole deal. His arc is about living with being a clone of someone else who was raised as the original. His arc is about learning how to love other people for real and understand he can also be loved by them. His arc is about the healthcare system and how it works against people with untypical bodies. His arc is about becoming the warden of the panopticon and realizing all the cameras were pointed on him anyway. His arc is about how intense societal racism has irreparably shaped his mental health, and how he can express himself, and his choice between being honest with himself or being another smiling face. His arc is about getting his brother to stop shouting at people while he plays leauge and trying to get him to stop stealing his identity. Does he get a happy ending? Kinda? He does break out of the Panopticon which is a win, but he also does go through a very literal fall of Icarus, like straight up fake wings (army stealth jetpack wings) flying into the skies to try and spy and reach the realms of the "gods" (CEO Information Satellite Space Station), whole deal. His brother Ludovig does stop shouting at people over video games but does not stop playing leauge (net loss).

11. Is there any existing character from other media that your character resembles? Was the resemblance intentional or was it a coincidence? (Ludvwk and Novac)

A big chunk of my characters start from a sort of "seed" idea, usually after watching something, and then divert pretty drastically during development. Ludvwk was actually derived from watching Fight Club, originally he was a "Narrator-esque" character, someone who was stuck in a dead-end job working for a company that hated him, who met this person who was confident and charismatic and lethal who he began to mold himself in the shape of. Over-time and one campaign with him later the ideas became those of clones and horrors and things well outside that original idea but he started as this "average every-man".

Novac was actually the biggest example of this, he was directly based off Dale Cooper from Twin Peaks and later very literally in his transfiguration to being a human, but he ended up becoming this very inverted concept to him in development. This weird kid who basically grew up with "the shining", who's mom died in a house fire, who moved to Chicago and basically became this "no-nonsense hard-boiled private-eye interrogator" who kinda had his friends bring him back to "Oh this fucking suuucks actually i'm going to start dreamwalking again and not beating the shit out of goons" and then didn't stop beating the shit out of goons but now he also dreamwalks into their minds beforehand.

19. What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?

oh god uhhh i've been working on this for a few days now (and also changed this section this is day 4) and i'm going to just list out a bunch of my characters here:

Ludvwk: I like that he is short, I don't have many short character's and a 3'6" moth guy is really good to write when the world is still built for 5'-6' tall humans. There are a lot of things to not like about Ludvwk but I like that he sucks a bit. I don't like that he can't get nosebleeds to show his mental strain so I have to just make him really nauseous all the time and there's only so many ways to write "he got really dizzy and then frew up"

Novac: I like being able to have an alternate to Ludvwk's brand of dreamwalking and show the better side of the coin, and I like having a character that's just as ruined as Ludvwk but in such a way that he seems perfectly normal at first glance. I haaate having to write someone who talks like Jackson Alberta PHD, who just sounds like some dude who went to an Ivy League college and doesn't want you to forget it.

Sony: I know he's an ex-wrestler character who's now like a normal screenwriter for TV, which is interesting enough, but I do think his most favorite thing is the weird ass psycho(non)sexual mind game relationship he has with Wayland and I love writing it, i genuinely think if it was romantic or sexual in any way it would make whatever they have 10x weaker and whatever they do have is legit better than sex. I could go off about that whole thing but like that's a whole other post. Worst part is writing the way that catfish breathe and having to remember they don't have scales.

Wayland: I love being able to write a guy who's day job is as a spy, but like magical girl style "Alter Ego" style. Having him watch the news and have to act all surprised to Sony when some person-of-the-week gets their comeuppance, while Sony immediately reads him to filth while going like, "Oh yeaaah, of course, now tell me where you got these gunshot wounds you definitely couldn't go to the ER to get patched up? Some guy was messing around on the job? Of course, of course, just strange he was concealed carrying a rifle at work." While Wayland sucks in a harsher breath of air and his ears heating at the tips from Sony using just a bit more pressure on that stuffing gauze. I hate that I forget he's blonde so much. Straight up it's so annoying i keep writing shit like "he ran his fingers through his jet hair" and go "oh wait that's not right" and then have to think up the 17th new synonym for "golden".

Joules: I like that he is a masochist, I hate that I have only been able to write him horny because 9 times out of 10 he is actively getting hurt for plot reasons. He's that one post about that person's torturer getting pissed because they keep moaning. I have been trying to find a time where he is not horny and then his ass will snuff out his bedside candle with his fingers just to feel something. I do think he might just be hypersexual but I need to do further analysis to figure that out. I know he's an aro bisexual though.

Hollister: Holly is a really cool character and one of my favorites for how little I write about him. He is an absolute gem and a surgeon, he's basically my Rory if Rory got really into experimenting on himself after the whole plastic soldier thing and going back to normal. I love being able to have him around because he is my lightning rod for weird shit. Something happens? Holly's at the center. I think the thing I hate about him is that he's got such shit politics I have to make an effort to remember he's an ancap in a world that's already had a second worker's revolt, like I think I have an excerpt somewhere of him having a convo with Damien and trying to sell him on "No wait hear me out here's why vets shouldn't get comp" to the vet.

Torrance: Torrance is an architect and I get to talk about my very based and very correct thoughts about architecture through him, but also he has chronic memory issues so having to keep track about what he knows and doesn't is so hard.

Celenos: Celenos allowed me to sort of write a love letter to my HAM radio club full of vets who realized too late that the cause they were fighting for was fucked up from the very roots of this country. He was scammed and propagandized to his entire life and when he broke out of it he brought to light the crimes his troop specifically was doing and lying to him about and he was dishonorably discharged for it. I like that I get to write a critique of another world's military complex from the POV of someone who went through that shit first-hand. I hate how much of a savior complex he has sometimes because his first solution to any problem is "Can I bleed about this to fix it" and he's not even horny about it like Joules he just doesn't know how to fix things any other way :-\. And he's right. Most of the time if he bleeds about it he can fix it. That's why he's an adventurer.

Opus: Opus sucks on purpose and was made by me to spite me I hate them. I like when they lose money because of the groups.

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Thoughts on AEW: Revolution (2024)

There will be spoilers. There will also be a cut, as a courtesy.

Zero Hour:

The Bang Bang Scissor Gang (Max Caster, Anthony Bowens, Billy Gunn, Austin Gunn, Colten Gunn, Jay White) vs Jeff Jarrett, Stanam Singh, Jay Lethal, Willie Mack, and Private Part

This consistent thing of Max flubbing on the rap is interesting. My current assumption is that they're potentially having Max break away from the group. Which is an interesting choice, because Bowens is significantly more popular.

The match itself was totally fine. It was a Jarrett match. I didn't go into it expecting it to be some sort of masterpiece of technical wrestling. I expected a fun, goofy little thing with a bunch of silly shit happening that also happened to have some decent-to-good wrestling. And that's exactly what this was. No complaints.

I have no idea if White's post-match promo was intended to be interpreted as a smarmy, insincere thing filled with deliberately cheap pops for the audience, but that's how I heard it. It somehow made it so much better.

Willow Nightingale & Kris Statlander vs Julia Hart & Skye Blue

Julia Hart's character going from a cheerleader to "What if The Undertaker was a spooky girl instead?" is such an amazing transformation. I can't get over how well she's committed to the presentation of the gimmick, and how good this is. Skye going from blue-themed girl from Chicago to a Dark Kingdom cosplayer has also been an interesting development. I like how these two also seem to be enjoying the changeup.

Stokely Hathaway is hilarious. I love him on commentary. His inclusion of the dynamic with Willow and Kris is just fantastic.

If I've said it once, I've said it 100 times-- I love Willow. She's one of my favorite women on the roster. The combination of the happy/bubbly personality that also contains someone who, if pressed, will rip you in half? Wonderful stuff. And Statlander is also consistently great. Watching these two throw Skye around was fantastic.

I was a little surprised to see Willow and Kris win without any major fuckery. Julia's moonsault looked significantly better compared the one with her match against Abadon.

It was a fun little match.

Revolution

Christian Cage vs Daniel Garcia, AEW TNT Championship

Christian Cage continues to be one of the best heels in professional wrestling today. A gimmick composed entirely of "lmao L + Ratio + Dead Dad" and "I will be your father"-- all while he wrestles in a goddamn sleeveless turtleneck? Everything about that is just somebody whose face you want to see punched.

Really happy to see Garcia get the match. I mentioned before that I had wanted DG to win. That didn't happen, but I thought everything about the match was great. Menard combing out there to beat the hell out of Luchasaurus/Killswitch in defense of Danny was great.

I thought Garcia looked good in this, and I don't think him losing to Christian (especially with all the interference) will cause any significant issues.

Ultimately, I enjoyed the match. I thought it was a good opener and kept me pretty invested the whole time. Although I'm wondering who is going to be the one to actually take the title off Christian.

Eddie Kingston vs Bryan Danielson, Continental Crown Championship (AEW Continental, ROH World, NJPW Strong Openweight Championships)

Bryan Danielson is without question one of the greatest technical pro wrestlers of all time. Also, he and Eddie both are fantastic in-ring storytellers.

Bryan Danielson, in his current iteration, is also a condescending piece of shit, and he's great at doing that, too.

Like Willow, I love Eddie. Eddie is up there with Hiroshi Tanahashi in that I will literally always cheer for him. I don't care who he's up against, I'm cheering for Eddie the whole time.

This match was amazing. Eddie and Bryan are so great at getting you emotionally invested in their matches. They both know what things they need to do for the audience to get hooked in, and they play those perfectly. The narrative of this match was perfect.

I went into this genuinely uncertain just who would win. The majority of the match didn't help matters. Eddie hitting the ring post with a chop, instead of Danielson, was a nice piece of drama to incorporate into things. I also liked how Danielson really made it a point to emphasize just how strong Eddie's chops are-- with commentary even pointing out Bryan things Eddie is better with chopping/upper body attacks.

A big narrative line through these Eddie Kingston Addresses the Blackpool Combat Club matches has been that BCC generally seems to think Eddie has the potential to be a lot better than he is, and they're trying to get that out of him. Except for Mox, they don't respect Eddie until he shows up and chops the fuck out of them. Eddie has always been on their level, but he doesn't believe in himself enough to really get there.

Great match. Just a great fucking match.

I know Eddie eventually is going to have to lose the belts. It's an inevitability unless just retire all of them simultaneously, but that seems unlikely. That said, I don't have to like it.

Wardlow vs Chris Jericho vs Powerhouse Hobbs vs Lance Archer vs Hook vs Brian Cage vs Magnus vs Dante Martin

Originally the Meat match, got changed up due to Reasons. I'll be honest, I didn't really care much about this match. I assumed Wardlow was going to win, because it didn't really make sense to do this repackaged presentation of him with Undisputed Kingdom, set up a match essentially to be like "Look at Wardlow slap all this meat" and then have him lose. The inclusion of the smaller guys was, like, fine. Dante Martin is great. Hook is fun. Magnus was also great. Chris Jericho was there.

I thought it was contrived and silly, but I also enjoyed when the smaller dudes all got knocked out of the ring so the bigger dudes could do a little pose off and have slap meat. But that's because the "MEAT" chants are hilarious to me.

My preferred ending to this match would have been if Wardlow had powerbombed Jericho for the win. But you can't get everything you want. Also, Wardlow using the Last Ride as his finisher is great. I wasn't the biggest fan of Bikertaker (and I believe he had only recently transitioned into Bikertaker whenever I fell off of watching WWF/E the first time) but Last Ride is such a great powerbomb.

A silly and fun match. It was a nice cooldown from Eddie/Bryan.

Roderick Strong vs Orange Cassidy, AEW International Championship

AEW's doctor said that OC wouldn't be cleared to wrestle unless they taped up his ribs and back. So the match starts with OC wearing a comical amount of kinesio tape. In a match against a man who is literally called "The Messiah of the Backbreaker".

Strong came to the ring wearing a white hooded cape and a skull-themed, like, paintball mask. I didn't recognize it at first, but I think it was intended to be something like Taskmaster from Marvel Comics. Which is kinda cool. I'm not as familiar with Taskmaster as much as other villains-- mostly because I just haven't read a lot of Marvel stuff.

Anyway, this was a good match. Roddy, as one would expect, beat the hell out of OC's back. I think OC did great at showing that he's just a beat down dude who has barely let himself take time to recover from any injuries. And having him go up against someone who basically specializes in hurting the area that OC was already injured was just perfect.

Roddy is great. The number of ways that man can spin something into a backbreaker is always impressive. I'm glad he won. I maintain that getting this win will absolutely help the legitimacy of Undisputed Kingdom.

Blackpool Combat Club (Jon Moxley & Claudio Castagnoli) vs FTR

I think that FTR is one of the greatest tag teams around today. I've said this before. I was a fan of theirs when they were in NXT as The Revival, and I loved their little Belt Collector run with AEW. In terms of non-WWE tag teams, they're usually right up there with The Young Bucks, and whether you're a fan of the Bucks or FTR really seems to boil down to the style you like to watch. The no-flips-just-fists of FTR is a great callback to the older era of wrestling, and the two of them do it well.

Mox and Claudio also do that very well.

This was a great match. These four dudes beat the shit out of each other, and I genuinely wasn't sure how the match would go.

BCC doing a Doomsday Device with a goddamn European uppercut was wild.

I think having Mox and Jon win was perfectly fine. FTR isn't going to be hurt by losing to these two dudes. They're fucking FTR. I could easily watch these four have several more matches together. There's a kind of respectful brutality with them.

That all being said, I do wish the meme of Mox bleeding every match-- or people being surprised when he isn't bleeding-- would finally die. He hasn't done it in a while.

Of course, half of Mox's character is basically some sort of blood freak with a violence fetish, so I still expect blood somewhere in his bigger matches.

"Timeless" Toni Storm vs Deonna Purrazzo, AEW Women's Championship

Mariah May coming out to Toni's old theme, with her old gear was a great touch.

Deonna is great. I'm happy to see her here. I'm glad that there's solid technical wrestling the women's division with her and Deeb being there. This was a solid match. I didn't really have a lot in terms of expectations-- I haven't seen a lot of Deonna's other stuff, but I knew she was good.

While I think it would have been fine if Deonna had one, I also think it may have been a bit too soon for that. Also, if Mercedes is debuting soon, that sets up a bit of a lose/lose if Deonna is the champion and they try to hook those two into a feud.

I definitely want to see more from Deonna. I think she would be a good person to take the TBS belt from Julia. I don't want her down in ROH-- but that's because ROH is a subscription service, and I don't currently have it (although I do want it, because Athena is one of my favorites).

I thought this was a solid match for both of them. Toni is always fun to watch in the ring. I'm curious to see where things go with both of them after this.

Will Ospreay vs Konosuke Takeshita

1 Like = 1 Bruv.

My expectation for this match was, quite literally, just that it was going to be a fucking fantastic match. Ospreay is one of the greats. Takeshita is steadily (and rapidly) approaching into the ranks of the greats.

I fucking loved this match. The crowd at the arena fucking loved this match. Every time Ospreay and Takeshita started in on each other, you could eat the people just get so into it.

Was this a dirty spotfest? Yeah. Of course. It's a Will Ospreay match. That's what he does. But you know what? I don't fucking care. I can enjoy watching ZSJ and Bryan Danielson spend an hour in the middle of the ring, trying to break each other's fingers and I can enjoy watching Ospreay and Takeshita jump around and flip and smash each other with elbows before jumping and flipping some more.

Spanish Fly is also one of my favorite moves to watch.

The match fucked. It humped. It was great. I loved it. It was A Spectacle if there ever was one. The kind of match you can eat popcorn to, although you're going to throw it everywhere because you jerking the bag around out of excitement. So much fun.

Samoa Joe vs Swerve Strickland vs HangMAD Hangman Adam Page

Did I want Swerve to win? Yes.

Did I want Hangman to win? Yes.

Did I want Samoa Joe to win? Yes.

Did I want Hangman to completely lose his mind and deliberately fuck over Swerve? Oh god, yes.

Swerve Strickland the most over wrestler who is not named "Sting" in AEW. There is nobody who comes close to this man. He literally broke into Hangman's home, and threated Hangman's infant child, and the crowd still loves him, because he's that fucking cool. And he's that good. Swerve's popularity is so strong that anyone who goes against him is going to be booed on some level.

Hangman has, as the upper-third of his name plate said, completely lost it. Wide-eyed, driven, and completely unhinged. Does he want the championship? Or does he just want Swerve to not have it?

Samoa Joe is Samoa Joe. We all love him. He's great on the mic. He's great in the ring. He feels credible and legitimate as a champion and a challenger. Having him be the champion for this feud is great.

A fantastic match. A ton of fun to watch. There was a perfect amount of drama for this thing. I loved it.

This match also cemented the double-turn for Swerve and Hangman.

Hangman, in an attempt to prevent Swerve from winning, beat up two different referees. The only way that's a babyface move is if your name is Bobby Heenan. Hangman's obsession with screwing over Swerve has caused him to start doing this stuff. I can't wait to see where they go with him now. Are they gonna change the music? Will they keep the goofy comments in the nameplate?

Swerve, by extension, refused to use Prince Nana's crown when it was offered, saying that he didn't need it. A thing that had been used before in matches against Hangman. There is an attempt here to have Swerve redeem himself for the deplorable things he's done.

In the end, Hangman tapped to Samoa Joe. Excalibur, help to sow the seeds that many people were wondering, posed the question if Hangman was tapping because he actually gave up, or if he was tapping to spite Swerve. I think it was the latter, because he's that much of a (justified) hater.

I am still 100% in favor of Hangman and Swerve fighting forever.

Sting and Darby Allin vs The Young Bucks, AEW Tag Team Championship

Sting's last match. Going out on his terms. This was a big deal for a lot of people. Even people who weren't in AEW. I knew this was going to be special.

Before the match starts, Ric Flair made his way down to the ring to take up space. Then, Ricky "The Dragon" Steamboat came down as the guest timekeeper. They also showed various other wrestlers in the audience.

The Young Bucks come out in robes and have cannons shoot out business cards. It felt like a corporate Okada entrance. I liked it.

Darby came out as he does.

Then we got a little video package of Sting in an empty theater as they show various career highlights. In the end, he says, "It's showtime. It's showtime for the last time. Let's do this."

Sting's entrance starts with one of his sons dressed as a red, white, and blue-themed Surfer Sting, complete with the blonde hair. Another son is dressed as Wolfpac Sting. Then we have Sting show up.

While Tony Schiavone's voice isn't as strong as it was in WCW, you can tell during his initial commentary during the match that's definitely trying not to get emotional.

Watching Sting, and his two sons, do Stinger Splashes to the Bucks was great.

Tables, chairs, a ladder, and panes of glass were brought out. Panes. Multiple. A series of chairs were set up, and one or two sheets of the glass were placed on top, like a table.

Sting and Darby went through tables.

Darby jumped from the ladder (which was quite tall) and landed back first into Chekov's Glass-and-Chair Table. He laid on the ground for quite some time, his back just absolutely shredded.

Sting, also, went through glass. However, he had clothes on, and looked unscathed.

The match was chaos in the best way. I had no idea who would win-- I expected The Bucks to do something fucky to screw over Sting. They threw everything at him. He withstood multiple superkicks and BTE/EVP Triggers.

Eventually, Darby came back to life, and managed to keep Nicholas Jackson at bay long enough for Sting to throw on the Scorpion Deathlock. Matthew taps. Sting and Darby retain.

Sting's last wrestling match, and he goes out on top. I didn't expect that. I don't know why I didn't expect that. Tony Khan is a billionaire wrestling nerd, and Sting was/is probably a favorite of his. If there was ever a wrestler who deserved to go out as the winner, it's Sting.

If AEW is around long enough to have a "Hall of Fame", Sting needs to be one of the first people inducted (the first person has to be Brodie Lee, or I will personally fight Tony Khan). I hope they are around long enough for that.

Miscellaneous non-match things

PAC IS COMING BACK. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. I've missed that bastard.

KOR IS BACK. YESSSSSSSSSSSSS. I missed that goofy son of a bitch. I was so worried he wouldn't be coming back. I can't watch to see how he's going to be interacting with Undisputed Kingdom, since he seemingly rejected Roddy's offer to join.

Apparently Toni Storm called out Wendy Richter again in the post-show media scrum. Which I just find consistently hilarious.

In Summary

This shit was fucking fun as hell, dude. AEW is very consistent in having good quality PPVs. World's End was probably the weakest one I've seen, and even then, it wasn't bad. I can't wait to see the fallout of things on Wednesday.

[galaxythreads]

Bc your takes are always lethally on point and scorching hot:

Thoughts on the relationship between Tim and Bruce during his time as Robin? Im talking especially early days, post Jason death.

And! On jason's attack on titans tower. How do you think this impacted bruce?

I have not read many comics yet, but based off of the content I have seen, here's my thoughts:

I think Bruce, ultimately, did not want another Robin, but he desperately wanted another kid. Bruce is a compulsive carer, and he wants to be needed, and losing that sense in his personal life was very scary and like a gaping gaping hole. Bruce adopted Jason with the intention of adopting Jason Todd, not making Robin 2.0, y'know? Like Bruce wants Dick. Nightwing is nice, but at his heart, the honest part of Bruce Wayne doesn't want to be needed as batman, he wants to be wanted as Bruce. But the only way he can concieve being wanted is by being batman, and it creates a pretty nasty cycle in his head that messes extensively with his self worth.

Tim, however, only wanted to be Robin at first. He wasn't looking for parents, he was looking to fix batman, his hero. His unhealthy fixation. I don't think Tim really saw Bruce as a person until he got to know him a little better, he was this idea in Tim's head that couldn't be tainted. And since Tim and Bruce went into Robin with vastly seperate goals, I do think their relationship kinda stuttered and stopped before picking up. I know by the time Dami rolls around Bruce is willing to kill for Tim, and he adamantly refuses to pick between his kids.

There's a lot of fics out there where Bruce doesn't give a shit about Tim as a person and only cares about Robin, and I love those, and I respect that interpretation, but I personally see it swinfing violently in the other direction, where Tim was severely underprepared as Robin, because Bruce kept trying to take care of Tim. So Tim's over here experiencing actual parental supervision for the first time in his life and Bruce is like damn I really need to not get this kid killed too and I am getting too close and crap I'm banishing him to training for months.

Bruce cares a little too fast, too easy, and too hard. He's awful at expressing it. And He's terrified of that and pushes back on it violently.

Tim and Bruce's early relationship fascinates me tbh. There's so much to unpack and explore and so many ways to look at it.

Titan's Tower, though. I think that was devestating to Bruce. I in no way shape or form believe that Bruce was trying to replace Jason, and the last thing he wanted was for that, but he also had no idea Jason would be back. Like there's two warring parts to this, there's Bruce's intial protective instincts around his robin, and then there's the parent. Jason is his kid. Like some comics -outlaws cough cough - are way too trigger happy with Bruce and beating up his kids, but in my heart, Bruce Wayne could never. Jason is his baby and he has to forgive him because that's his baby, but Tim is still a kid, and that's his baby too. Like I think Bruce would be capable of forgiving Jason for it once he understands his headspace a bit more, but I think him trusting Tim with Jason would take a long time. Bruce loves them both. I don't think if push came to shove he could pick between them.

But yeah. Titans tower. Bruce would not be okay. Jason would have a pretty big uphill battle with recovery from that with him.

[sonicasura]

I got another insane idea.

Trollhunters but it's a race to fix the Amulet of Daylight.

When Jim picks up the amulet, something... unnatural occurs. Magic surges uncontrollably through it before the item explodes. Shards of the amulet fly across Arcadia while one piece plunges into Jim's heart.

He falls unconscious and is taken to the hospital as the 'Daylight Fragment' in his chest begins to integrate itself. Meanwhile panic has spread across Trollmarket upon hearing about the Amulet's destruction. Without the Trollhunter, who will protect them from Gunmar's tyranny?

Vendel decides to form a group who shall collect the Daylight Fragments and rebuild the Amulet of Daylight! They already know where the first piece is... Although Jim ain't doing too hot even before the hunt begins.

The Daylight Fragment began altering his body from the inside as the boy wasn't meant to channel magic. Jim had multiple seizures and was put into ICU ward while the shard tries to keep the young man alive. It is only when night fell did shit really hit the fan.

The hospital's power goes out as the Daylight Fragment let looses a large magical surge. Barbara and Toby rush over to Jim's room only to find it a wreck with the boy shuddering in the corner. He could barely mutter out 'Run' before he transforms into a full blown troll.

(This isn't Beast Jim if you are wondering. His form here is gonna be a more natural progression from canon Troll Jim. Larger like 18 ft but with an Olympic runner's build, fur covering his entire back, sides, front legs, front arms then down newly grown long tail, and maybe an extra pair of arms.)

What better way to traumatize your loved ones than by chasing them down as an stony beast suffering from magic overload? He catches Barbara but their strong bond allows Jim come to his senses before he could hurt her. A sweet moment that is ruined by Draal whose quick to misinterpret the situation upon arrival.

Both begin to fight with Jim at a clear disadvantage in this new form until Blinky and AAARRRGGHH intervene. They realize their task has become harder as the Daylight Fragment has fused into the boy's body thus any removal would be lethal. Not to mention two humans now know about their existence with one being the human now troll's mother.

In short, four trolls and two humans have to work together to gather the Daylight Fragments before Gunmar's forces do. Failure means not only will nothing be able to stop the Gumm-Gumm King but Jim will never become human again. Hopefully they can put aside their differences and work together...right?

What To Expect:

Jim isn't having a fun time. He's a tired bean who wants to sleep in his bed without breaking nor trying to eat it. Troll instincts tend to absolutely sucks.

Toby being an amazing best friend and wingman for his buddy. Someone has to be there for him so the big guy doesn't eat homework or chase stray cats. Plus Jim needs hugs and HE WILL GET THEM.

Barbara is ready to beat up everyone who dares to try hurting her son. The trolls are absolutely scared of the doctor. Especially when she gets out the broom or finds a sword.

Draal and Blinky are absolute disasters while AAARRRGGHH is the only one with some common sense. At this point someone needs to make troll proof leashes cause the Krubera needs to keep both from doing something stupid. Barbara will be happy to oblige.

Everyone, including the villains, are so fucking confused. Why is there magic metal shards everywhere? Strickler wondering what happened to Young Atlas and why does Barbara have a barb wire broom? Everyone is in for one hell of a chaotic wild ride.

If anyone wants to try their own hand at such an idea then go ahead! Like to see what you guys can make hence this being a prompt! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Arcadia! For now enjoy the song that this partly stems from Control by Halsey.

[therunawaybread]

I feel like after what Batman did to Hood in RHATO Bats should absolutely get shit treatment from the family especially after they all find out that the bullet was a blank and Cobblepot is still alive.

But

But

He would really fell the weight of what he did after he sees the retaliation of the Crime Alley on Batman.

Because they would fucking riot.

The Red Hood is very possessive of the Crime Alley. It's his turf.

The bats hardly ever go there. And if they do they're always escorted by Hood.

Rarely you can see Red Robin or Signal with him, but that's like twice a year and only when their current case leads there and they have no other options. People don't dislike them, but they don't like them either. They ignore them for most part and pretend they don't exist.

Robin can hardly ever be seen around Hood and it's when the two of them are the only ones in Gotham. It's suspicious, but Hood seems content, or even happy, when they're together. People don't know him, but they do know he understands lethal violence better than the rest of the bats despite his age. People don't have anything against him. He weirdly puts them at ease.

Nightwing and Red Hood aside from cases like the others can be seen basically once every week when the acrobat is in town crouching on a rooftop and bickering or sitting on the edge and eating fast food. When once Nightwing attempted to pop in and kick some asses on his own people didn't like that. They don't know him. They don't trust him. Hood just drags him out of his territory to god knows where (to one of his safehouses to give him a lecture on how the citizens of the Crime Alley (mainly kids) don't trust him so he makes them uneasy and skittish). For the following time Nightwing doesn't show up at all. They come back to their usual hangouts in about a month from the event. Nightwing doesn't try to come alone anymore. People don't mind him, but they do mind his terrible puns. They hate those.

Spoiler is the only one actually allowed in the Crime Alley without supervision. Despite that she rarely does go alone, usually only after Hood gets badly hurt and can't cover all the ground or go to patrol at all. However they are often seen fooling around, being sassy bitches™ and annoying the shit out of criminals more than actually fighting them. People see the little things in her behavior and manerism that most would miss, hear her accent, though not as thick as Hood's you can clearly recognize that she is Gotham's blood and bone, raised in the parts of the city that shows you her true colors. They like her.

Black Bat sometimes joins them especially when there's food involved. She's quiet. Terrifying to criminals, but always gentle with kids. People don't trust her fully because it's hard to get a read on her but it's nice to have her around from time to time.

Batman however is never seen in the Crime Alley and if he does visit he goes as quickly as he comes. He doesn't understand the Crime Alley. He doesn't have what it takes to protect them. He terrifies everyone with no exceptions. People don't want him in their home. They don't like him.

And then he beats Red Hood into a bloody pulp. They see it live on TV. And their dislike for him sours into pure hate.

Gotham has never seen anti-Batman protests. It's not Metropolis. Gotham loves their vigilantes at best and tolerates them at worst.

However people of the Crime Ally riot after what Batman did to Red Hood.

Their Red Hood

Their Hero

Their Guardian Angel

Someone who makes sure no one sells drugs to kids and even helps some people get out of addiction.

Someone who regularly checks on working girls and boys, scares prickly landlords into giving them more time or straight up helps them pay rent.

Someone who makes sure all the single moms have whatever they need for themselves and their babies, occasionally even babysitting so they can get some well deserved rest.

Someone who leaves clothes and food for street kids to pick up in places only they know about, meets with them sometimes in the evenings before patrol to tutor them in whatever they need help with at school, teach them some self defense moves or simply play some football with them.

Someone who brings rapists to the brink of death with his fists and then turns to the victim, takes off his helmet and does anything to make himself smaller and less scary, talks to them in gentle voice and tries to convince them to go to Dr. Thompkin's clinic to get checked out. He offers walking them there (or home, whichever they choose, he never forces them, he understands) and they always say yes because they trust him.

They depend on him.

They adore him.

And Batman hurt him.

Kicked him out of Gotham like he ever had any right to do that (after all Red Hood is more Gotham than Batman will ever be).

Batman has a case in the Alley for the first time since the Red Hood first appeared and claimed it as his territory. But now Hood's gone so it's on Batman to investigate. Except people don't want him there. They don't care what he has to say. He hurt their guardian so he can go fuck himself. They throw rocks at him whenever he's in range. Someone hit him with a baseball bat and another person straight up just pulled out a gun and was ready to kill him.

Almost every intact wall in Crime Ally is covered with a graffiti of a crossed out bat symbol. (There's also one huge graffiti of Red Hood's helmet with angel wings behind it and two crossed guns under it. It's signed 'Guardian Angel')

Batmobile was covered in all kinds of mysterious substances and scratched up after it was parked a bit too close to Crime Alley.

When he's crouching on an edge of a rooftop an old lady spots him and starts yelling very colorful insults at the man who dared to touch 'our boy'.

After he saves a kid in Browery from his attacker he frowns at him with such hate and distaste, but when he asks six words that feel like a stab through the heart. 'Why did you hurt Uncle Hood?'

And it's not just Crime Ally. Most people from the poorer parts of Gotham protest against him.

He starts to understand how Hood is viewed by people he protects. He's regretting what he's done more and more every day. Bruce finds Jason and basically begs him for forgiveness and for him to come back. Jason (even though he shouldn't have) already forgave him because he has a heart of gold.

But the people of Crime Alley never did.

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Born For Tragedy: Part 8

Series Index

She was tragedy. Nothing except death, fear and pain followed in her wake. When she was young, she was beaten. Now she’s the one doing the beating as an assassin. A mysterious stranger comes to her, paying an absurd amount of money for her to kill Beron Vanserra, and protect the eldest son until the job is done. She stumbles across a story much similar to her own, and knows what must be done.

a/n: due to azris week being next week, the next BFT update will be the week after that!

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“I’m changing your room assignment,” Nova said one day. About a week after that little incident. 

She’d been getting information she both needed and didn’t need from Eris. She still hadn’t managed to come up with a plan to kill Beron just yet. That would require a bit more thought. She’d have to check a calendar for upcoming events and holidays.

Valda perked up immediately, narrowing her eyes at the head maiden. “To what?”

“You don’t have enough respect for the royals, so you’ll clean the common rooms from now on-”

“No,” Valda said in a dangerous, lethal tone. “I won’t.”

Nova’s gaze snapped up to her, from where she’d been washing dinner’s dishes. “Yes, you will,” she growled.

“No, I won’t,” Valda said.

“If you dare to refuse me, servant,” the word servant was spat out like the unholy names of Hybern’s commanders, “Then you will find yourself very far away from this place soon.”

“I was hired to clean Eris’s and Jax’s rooms,” Valda stated, looking back to her own work. “So therefore, I will clean Eris’s and Jax’s rooms only.”

“Lord Eris, and Lord Jax, don’t need a primpy little girl like you thinking she’s better than everyone else, running around!”

Valda smirked. She couldn’t help that little joy of hearing someone call her a “primpy little girl.” It was utterly hilarious. She was anything but primpy, and little, and a perfect, privileged girl. If Nova ever learned of the endless years she’d spent on the floors of a dirtied up bar, she’d shut her trap. Or literally any of her missions. They all ended up with her covered in shit, some way or another.

“Wipe that fucking smirk off your face,” Nova ordered, and raised her hand. Valda eyed it with a challenge in her eyes. “You will listen-”

“Hello?” Eris’s voice interrupted the head maiden. Valda took a subtle step backwards just as his head peaked around the corner, quickly followed by the lithe body of the heir.

“Lord Eris!” Nova said quickly, her hand lowering as she bowed low. She gave Valda a side eye as she rose up again. “How are you my lord? What can I help you with?”

Eris glanced at her, before facing Nova. “I was just down here and heard the commotion. What drama has sparked now?”

“Oh, nothing of concern my lord!” Nova said in that fake happy voice Valda has heard too many times. “I promise. This servant girl just needs some discipline, I swear. Is there anything I can get for you? A midnight snack?”

Eris shook his head. “What’s Adira getting disciplined for?”

Valda gave him a swift look. What was he doing?

“Oh, she continues to disrespect you, my lord, and Lord Jax so openly, so I’ve made it my responsibility to find someone that will give you the respect you deserve, general,” Nova dismissed quickly. “Ms. Void will be dealt with for such blatant disrespect.”

“Ah,” Eris hummed. “A pity then. I was enjoying her presence.”

Seriously, what was Eris trying to do right now? Valda couldn’t pinpoint it.

Nova seemed startled at the words, as she shook her head clear slightly. “I was unaware-” She began.

Eris cut her off, “Perhaps I could request her as my own personal servant?”

Ah, that was the goal.

Nova sputtered for words and Valda chuckled, resting a hand on the head maiden’s shoulder to cut her off. “If Eris wants a personal servant, Nova, shouldn’t you be so utterly accommodating towards the heir?”

Nova shot a glare over at her. “Lord Eris,” she addressed, turning back toward the red-haired idiot sitting there with a smirk on his face. “If you are completely sure you’d want Adira as your personal servant-”

“I am,” Eris confirmed.

Nova takes a breath and dips her head. “Then her assignment is now to you and you alone, my lord. Please do let me know if ever you’d rather I change it-”

“I won’t need to,” Eris said firmly. “Now, since that’s dealt with, I will be on my way. Don’t raise a hand against Adira.” There was a lethal promise in his voice at the end.

As soon as Eris left, walking down the hallway audibly, Nova turned towards Valda and practically snarled. “If I find out you’re disrespecting him-”

“Yes, yes,” Valda dismissed. “You’ll do something along the lines of skin me alive. Boring.”

Nova’s hand tensed into a fist. “Go to bed,” she ordered, as if she couldn’t handle Valda’s presence another moment longer. Valda snickered and walked out with her chest puffed out. Oh, it was just so funny to rile that female up.

“So,” a voice drawled from down a side hallway. Valda paused, but didn’t flinch. “Shall I go back to burn her face off?”

Valda chuckled, and turned to face Eris. “I think you are a tad dramatic.”

“What can I say?” He chuckled. “I’m quite good at being dramatic.”

“Did you need something? I don’t think you’re sneaking around your own home just to speak with a lowly servant,” she drawled. She would’ve said ‘assassin,’ but it was a bit too much to assume others weren’t listening.

“Ah, yes,” Eris chuckled. “But I’ll tell you in the morning.”

“You’d better,” Valda said, and yawned.

Eris rolled his eyes, and yawned as he walked away. Valda grinned.

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The next morning, Valda smugly walked past Nova on her way to Eris’s room.

“Clean the dishes girl!” Nova yelled.

“Can’t,” Valda said without turning back. “Eris Vanserra needs me.”

Nova cursed at her delightfully. Valda just snickered as she walked around the corner. She picked up Lord Eris’s breakfast from the kitchens and carried it to his rooms. He was waiting in his study when she came in.

“You’re up early,” Valda noted. Normally, Eris was still lounging in bed for quite some time, and only got up for breakfast. “Anything interesting happening?”

Eris rolled his eyes, a small smirk appearing on his face. “Yes, actually.”

Valda lifted a brow in a silent question as she sat the food down on his desk and slumped into an open chair. “Please do tell me, Lord Eris.”

“Mocking today, aren’t you?” He jabbed. “What’s wrong with my title? Do you wish you were Lady?”

Valda waved her hand non-committedly as a way for him to continue with what was of interest.

“Calanmai is soon,” Eris said. Valda nodded. She knew it was around that time. Spring was coming, and she was glad to not be in the Spring Court anymore for that particular celebration. They made it such a big deal because it was their namesake. Honestly, she should’ve chosen a better court to hunker down during Amarantha’s reign. Of course, it might be just as bad here, since the holiday involved fire.

“What of it?” Valda asked.

“Every year, there’s a ball that comes three days after Calanmai. The Calanmai ball, involving most of the nobility of the Autumn Court,” Eris answered.

Valda looked at Eris now, narrowing her eyes. She’d done an assassination at a ball before, in the Summer Court. “You want to…” she didn’t finish that sentence on purpose.

“I figured it’d make it easier,” he answered. “You could pose as a nobility.”

She hummed. The only downside was that it would make fighting difficult on her way out, since you can’t kill a High Lord without attention, and a dress wasn’t optimal for that. “I suppose that might work. If there’s a solid escape plan.”

“It wouldn’t be hard to glamor you on your way out,” Eris reasoned.

“With all that fresh power in your veins,” Valda argued, “It might make it difficult.”

“I can’t tell if that’s an insult or not.”

“It’s not meant to be,” Valda hummed. “But you should consider that. The High Lord’s power passes to you.”

“Who even employed you to do this?” Eris asked. “This is insane.”

“Oh and now you say that,” she joked. “I’m aware. Though killing my Masters was more dangerous I think. I just have a higher chance of death during this one.”

“Come on, I’m curious now,” Eris urged.

“Client protection,” Valda responded. “Plus, they were covering their identity. I won’t go off and share it.”

“But if I know who it is…”

“What?” Valda asked.

“I might be able to cover up your tracks better once my father is dead.”

“By doing what?”

“Finding the client and putting the client to justice instead. The council and court will likely take them just as well as the assassin.”

Valda scoffed. “No,” she stated. “You will not go hunting after my clients. I get my money from them.”

“Oh, but don’t you plan on sticking around a while?” Eris asks. “After all, you are my personal servant…”

“As soon as I can get out of catering to your sorry ass, I’m out,” Valda snickered. “Plus, the High Lords will likely visit the new Autumn Court High Lord, and it’s not the best idea being around them.” She felt a strange tickling sensation in her chest from the aspect of Eris wanting her to stay. He wanted her around, which was more than anyone else she’d ever worked with in the past.

“You’re such interesting company though,” Eris emphasized.

“Interesting?” Valda repeated. “I’m an assassin, Eris. There’s nothing interesting about keeping a weapon for company.”

“You’re not just a weapon,” Eris reasoned, sitting up straighter. “You might kill for hire, but that doesn’t mean you’re not a person.”

“Wishful thinking, general. Wishful thinking.”

Eris hummed, lips moving into a little thinking look.

Valda cut him off before he could open his mouth and continue to try and reason with her otherwise. She was a tragedy and knew it. There was no use trying to be anything else but a tragic weapon for someone to wield at will.

“How far away is Calanmai?” She asked. “I need to plan.”

“What are you going to plan? It’s in two days. The bonfires are beginning to be set up.”

“Well, if I’m nobility attending a ball where perhaps I might win a Vanserra’s hand in marriage, I must dress well, right? And a dress I can move in.”

Eris’s brain seemed to stutter and he coughed to try and hide it. “That story does cover up quite nicely.”

“How so?”

“My father has been urging me to marry someone of noble birth forever,” Eris admitted. “He’d be overjoyed to see me dancing with some fine lady.”

“Perfect,” Valda decided. “Then that’s settled. I need to find an Autumn Court cut dress soon then. One that can hide my wonderful knives.”

“Your infatuation with your knives is concerning.”

Valda scoffed. “And you just now realized this? I have an emotional support collection of daggers, Eris. I am concerned for myself at this point. But, which nobility can I pose as? I need a name and background.”

“Just choose a small town on the edge of the Winter Court. They never attend, and Beron doesn’t even know their lineage anymore.”

“A name?” She requested.

“Fairyn Krauss,” Eris offered after a moment. “I’ve seen her in my travels. Deeply loyal to her family and would never attend a ball in her life. She’s from the small town of Ignatius.”

“I’ll need a wig,” Valda thought aloud. Where was she going to find a wig in time?

“Don’t bother, she has dark black hair like yours,” Eris said. “You cut it short.”

“Lady Fairyn wishes to try for the heir’s hand in marriage, what a novel concept,” Valda snickered. “I do love playing a courtier.”

“I’m going to hate this,” Eris said under his breath.

Valda laughed. “Oh yes, such a horrible thing. Dancing with an assassin. I’ll have you know I am actually trained in ballroom dancing.”

“You are?” Eris looked up again, his amber eyes meeting her blue again.

“Very much so,” she chuckled. “It was fun, for an extracurricular course.”

“Interesting,” Eris hummed. “Well I can at least trust you to not slit my throat until Beron is dead.”

Valda snorted. “If I wanted to slit your throat, general, I wouldn’t even slit your throat. There are endless better ways to take you out.”

“Oh yeah?” Eris said in a challenging tone. “Like what?”

“Well that defeats the purpose, now doesn’t it?”

“Sneaky assassin,” Eris chuckled. “I might be able to assist you in getting a dress. If I ask my mother and say I plan to invite a lone lady to the ball, she’d surely assist, even if she remained anonymous.”

Valda raised a brow. “I suppose if Lady Merle believes she could find one in time, then it would be splendid. Make sure it's movable and breathable though. I do have to fight in the thing.”

“I’ll make sure she knows,” Eris promised.

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The God Children of Ana Chapter 10: Consternation

Nearly as soon as Lolmischo established himself the Locolichi king had preparations for another god child underway. The king asked Melalo for advice on influencing the outcome of the infusion event once again. Melalo told him to soak Ana’s artificially fertilized egg in his own shit. It was then that the king finally realized that Melalo had been fucking with him the whole time, much to his own rage and Melalo’s amusement.

Using the second to last egg and formaerem chunk he had another child be created and in the process nearly destroyed the Keshali moon for good.

The newest god child, who was put in charge of the last continent available, was named Minceskre.

She resembled a giant four legged beetle, but her limbs were long and lanky. Her vertical mouth stretched across the underside of her body and was filled with giant recurved teeth. Atop her mouth lay three eyes on a short muscular stalk. Her back was covered in hairs and bristles and it was from here she shed her diseases. Minceskre’s diseases were all lethal STDs and blood diseases, causing everything in her victims from deadly cysts in the reproductive tract, to decreasing the efficiency of blood cells until victims died of asphyxiation. The worst was the “Blood Rot Plague” which necrotized blood cells until they were a disgusting slurry and loosened the veins around highly vascularized areas such as the mouth and lungs. Resulting in the fetid blood leaking out of a victim’s body.

The Locolichi king hoped she would focus on protecting him, but Minceskre was more preoccupied trying to woo Lolmischo, and she even asked her father to wed them. The king refused however, furious that his own creation didn’t feel indebted to him and would want to pursue her own happiness. He felt as though he needed as many god children on his side to protect him from the incoming Locolichi revolution that was knocking at his door (even though just one guardian was enough to bring a civilization to its knees such as with the Golden Toad and the initial invasion of the Keshali homeworld).

And just as he thought things could go even less his way, news that Queen Ana had used her medical leave on her planet to orchestrate the assembly of a retaliatory war fleet reached him. The Keshali would rather die fighting for their freedom than be second class citizens and slaves to the Locolichi, and nearly all surviving Keshali on Ana’s homeworld had joined the war effort. Ana knew that her people couldn’t beat the god children with pure brute force alone, but she knew that they thought of her as their mother and loved her no matter how much she despised them, and so she hoped to use her status as “mother” to sway them to her side.

The king was at his wits end, and decided to use his final piece of formaerem and hope for a miracle…

First chapter, Previous chapter, Next chapter

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Only 2 more chapters after this!

Also, Minceskre’s appearance, it’s almost like it resembles something

[heartsoulrocknroll]

AEW Dynamite 11/2/22

Darby Allin vs. Jay Lethal -- This is a rematch after Darby beat Lethal a few weeks ago. Darby rushes Lethal before the bell. Lethal drives Darby's ribs into the ring steps. Lethal locks in the Figure Four on the floor. Back in the ring. Facebuster by Lethal on Darby. Lethal goes for an elbow from the top, but Darby catches his arm and rolls into a beautiful crucifix pinning combination!! Darby counters a Lethal Injection attempt by jumping into a sleeper!! Darby lands a nice stunner and goes for a Coffin Drop from the top, but Lethal rolls out of the way! Darby does his crazy suicide dive on Satnam, who does not budge! Darby is insane!! Someone in a Sting outfit enters and hits Darby with a bat. Lethal hits Lethal Injection for the win. I'm not even going to discuss Darby getting buried by Jeff Jarrett and his stupid guitar.

Jon Moxley vs. Lee Moriarty -- This was a great match. Moriarty looked incredible here. Fantastic arm work, fantastic mat wrestling. Moxley ultimately wins via submission with an armbar, which is ridiculous. I get Moxley winning, but I have no idea why the win needed to be by submission over a technical specialist like Moriarty.

Chris Jericho (c) vs. Colt Cabana for the ROH World Championship -- I couldn't care less about Cabana, and I thought he looked awful here, but it is what it is. Jericho wins with a Codebreaker. After the match, Jericho tries to assault Ian Riccaboni, but he is stopped by Castagnoli, Danielson, and Yuta.

Orange Cassidy (c) vs. Rey Fénix vs. Luchasaurus for the AEW All Atlantic Championship -- The winner of this match gets to defend the title in their "dream match" on Rampage. This is a fine match. Nothing super noteworthy. Luchasaurus is taken out by Jungle Boy mid-match. Fénix goes for a cutter, but Cassidy catches him in midair with an Orange Punch. This gives Cassidy the three count to retain. Pac comes in to beat Cassidy up after the match! SHIBATA shows up with Best Friends to save Cassidy!!!!!!!!!! SHIBATA!!!!!!!!!! OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!! I AM LOSING MY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!

SHIBATA POINTS TO THE ALL ATLANTIC CHAMPIONSHIP IN CASSIDY'S HANDS!!!!! CASSIDY HOLDS OUT THE CONTRACT, AND SHIBATA SIGNS IT!!!!!! WHAT A WONDERFUL, UNEXPECTED SURPRISE!!!! EVERY TIME I SEE THAT MAN, I AM SO HAPPY I COULD CRY!!!!

Samoa Joe (c) vs. Brian Cage for the ROH World Television Championship -- This was a fine, sort of boring match. Cage just seems like he is going through the motions. Joe retains by submission with the Koquina Clutch.