#sorry i saw a Take. so im thinking about this again.

[mev-fizzah-writes]

ᑎᑌᗰᗷ 𓌉◯𓇋

A/N: Part three was posted back in January. Where did all the time go? Sorry, pookies!! Part four is here, and updates will be a bit more regular (hopefully)! Remember, my inbox is open. Share your opinions and requests!! I hope you guys enjoy this one. The calm before the storm. Also I'm not sure how hospitals work in america, I'm british so like...

PART 1 -> PART 2 -> PART 3 -> PART 3.5 TW: Substance abuse, abuse, alcoholism, relapse, self-harm, neglect etc

𐙚"Nothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now" -Harry Styles𐙚

You didn't stay long at the hospital; you never liked them. The same sterile cleanliness that brought others comfort-caused you to feel uneasy. It was almost like the shine of every surface was judging you.

Damian, ever the protective brother, had been visiting the maximum number of hours. One time, the nurses almost had to drag him out. The thought almost makes you smile; he does care. You wonder what excuse he's telling Bruce, but only for a second. You didn't like thinking about your father that much

Sitting at the edge of the bed, you watched him hold onto your bag. You wanted to give him a smile, just to reassure him, but you couldn't. You had already lied enough, and he had made it clear how much he hated your lies. Just as you were about to get up, your phone vibrated in your hands. It was the first time someone called you first; it caused your jaw to clench.

Your palms now feel sweaty. Why was Alfred calling? You should answer. You should answer. He had been the only one that was sending you constant messages, of course you should pick up.

With a shaky breath, you answer the call. In your best 'I'm doing amazing as always' voice, you said hello. Even if you could feel a lump start to form in your throat, it was believable.

"Ah, hello, Miss. I know it's rather early, but it's been a while since I've heard your voice."

His words were so soft, and now you want to cry again. Because you didn't deserve to be spoken to like this; you didn't deserve the gentleness. The lump in your throat was starting to sting as you tried to form an answer.

"Yeah...sorry about the sudden leave-"

"It's alright, Miss. I'm sure you had your reasons."

The way he cut you off, something seemed wrong. There was a long silence followed after, your eyes were starting to sting now. Looking at Damian, who was already glaring at you, you just waited for Alfred to say something, but he didn't. He waited for your voice, waited for your words. It didn't make sense to you, did he know? No. He couldn't. You trusted Damian.

"I...did. I just had to take some time to clear my head." Your words quieter than what you wanted.

"I thought so, but may ask where?"

"...excuse me?"

You didn't mean to sound as nervous as you did, but what did he mean by that? Maybe you were just being paranoid, and maybe you shouldn't have answered his call, but it felt so weird. Usually he would believe everything you said.

"I went over to your apartment to drop off some food, but you weren't there. It seemed empty, and cold."

"Ah."

You couldn't say more; there was a pit forming in your stomach. It was foolish, but you ended the call abruptly. Your phone landed on the springy mattress while your hands held your face. It was only for a moment; your hands ran through your hair as you got up and offered Damian a smile. You hoped that it looked real, and you hoped all of your energy looked real.

"Thanks for the help, bud." You say, picking up your phone again, the mere action making your palms sweaty. It vibrated again, a notification. You swallowed thickly, pushing everything down. You breathed a sigh of relief as you saw that it was only Roy. God, did you need him right now

Roy: Hey Im here now :) Roy: meeting me in the car park?

Damian watched as your whole demeanour changed just because of two messages. Your shoulders aren't as tense, and your face softens. How could you just do that? Why weren't you angry? He sure as hell was. He gripped your bag tighter, looking down at his feet nervously. Of course, he hadn't told anyone yet- how would he? But it's been hard keeping it in. Especially since no one seems to care.

"Her apartment's empty? So what? It wouldn't be the first time."

You breathed in the not so fresh air, it was still better than that room. You felt like you were going to go crazy if your were surrounded by those white walls any longer. You walked around the car park, looking for that familiar number plate. It had been a while since you'd seen Roy, your recent conversations have purely been behind a screen.

"Who is picking us up?" Damian asked, trying to look at your phone.

"Oh it's just Roy."

"...Harper?" He repeated with something a bit too close to disdain.

"Yeah, Roy. Why do you sound like that? Why do you look like that?"

You asked, referring to the face Damian now put on. It almost made you laugh. Your family had mixed opinions on Roy.

You, for one, adored him. He was a lot different from the loud, opinionated party boy you knew; he changed. He changed just the right amount to raise a beautiful little kid. Plus he was probably the only one that cared about your sobriety.

You tap your foot against the cold concrete, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet space. Your eyes flicker from your phone to Damian, whose expression is unreadable. The air feels almost suffocating again, thin, as if it’s pressing against your chest. You glance back at your phone, pretending to check for messages, but all you can think about is the way his eyes won't meet yours.

The cold wind stings your face, each gust reminding you of the chill that has settled between you two. It wasn't fair, you hated that you just expected him to be normal after all of this. But obviously he wouldn't be, what did you expect? The moment stretches, the silence so thick it’s uncomfortable—like you’re both waiting for something to break but neither of you knows what to say. Thank fully you eyes meet a different green pair, they're softer. They've got an odd look of sadness in them, you're just happy He's here.

Roy, he's finally in Gotham. It feels like forever, and sadly he's here because you fucked up. Royally fucked up.

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A/N: Sorry about this being short, chapter four is gonna be out sonner and hopefully longer. <3

[shiny-jr]

HEY! its me again.. finally.. and yes ortho is very eyes! And I am So SO sorry that it took so long like i know i did say that i would and wanted to do more fanart but wow i got like really busy and sick and all that fun stuff uhm anyway i made some drawings (sadly not that many) and only some ignihyde ones,

I made ortho well look more like ortho i mean i made him his signature mechanical suit?? gear its called right? Well and i gave the imp or the mc more of a hoodie! They look So dapper! And its also a movie reverence i dont have a picture or the exact scene at hand, but i really did like Herkules its definitely one of my top 10 disney movies by far

First of im sorry for the decline in quality but it should be fine? I guess ( by the way it Was kinda hard making idia, like just in general so thats kinda the reason why it looks so bad i just gave up slightly) i didnt know there existed an artists curse,

i really hope the mc gets the title 'employee of the decade'

And this one i dont really like it, its one of the first ones i drew its alright i guess, i really wanted to draw more idia but man he is so annoying to draw for me at least(( skill issue? Yeah probably

Anyways! Im sorry that it took so long!! I Love ya work

and have a good day/ night!!

THREE? HOLD ON, THEY ARE COOKING. This was a delight. It's very rare to get three different pieces in one go, and you say they decline in quality or that you don't like them, but I love them! For this effort, I think I have to really extend my reply, so I'll try my utmost best without sounding repetitive.

Don't worry about the time, anon, I literally do not mind. I understand if someone says they want to make something, but it either comes late or never comes at all. I'm completely find with that. I know people get busy and find other things to do, so no worries. But I hope you're doing better now!

Okay, okay, so for the first image... I'm assuming you saw that I based Ortho's design off his Cerberus Gear? If not, well, guess we had the same mindset. And the MC's hoodie fits so well with the aesthetic, it doesn't clash with the outfit of the others and it also fits that strange modern/ancient Greek style. It's a great take, I adore it!

For the second image... MC's thousand yard stare. You depicted it so well. I love the details in Idia's outfit which you can just barely make out, but I think my favorite part is the signature swirls that resemble the ones Hades has. You nailed that part!

The third one... tell me why it took me so long to notice the horns drawn on Ortho here 😭. The image just makes me think that's the exact moment MC realized that they ain't safe with Ortho either.

Thank you so much for these! I seriously love all the pieces you send my way (as I love all the pieces I receive). This is going straight to the folder. ✨

[weirdrtvscomments]

hey mod of the doomed by the narrative tournament here! just wanted you to know for every note on the yellowjackets vs benrey poll i instantly take 2d4 psychic damage and the sheer absurdity of it all is probably gonna live in my brain whether i want it to or not for the rest of my life. i do have an actual question tho, im not really in the hlvrai fandom i just believe in their beliefs so i dont know a lot, did that poll cause actual real discourse in the fandom itself, not just between hlvrai fans and yellowjackets fans? saw some people imply this had farther reaching drama than just that horrible ass poll and i cant stop thinking about it. was i the domino that led to benrey cop drama. either i was and its going to haunt me forever but at least its really funny, or i wasnt and its still going to haunt me forever but at least its really funny. i have to know. thanks for digging up the poll again it was like being hit with a brick

First of all: thank you for taking the time to write this ask! That poll lives in my head forever and i think about it so often. Thank you for running it & sorry you had to experience all that stupidity.

To awnser your question: no, there wasnt any lasting impact and that "cop drama" post was from years ago. The only think it really did was have hlvrai to break contaiment, causing those who never heard about it to suddenly learn about it and be very confused. Outside of the shitstorm on the poll itself, i did saw an occasional random post like "what the FUCK is this hlvrai thing how DARE some gamaing roleplay be voted highter then a netflix show!" It was just shittalking by dudes who never watched the series and thought it was a let's play so in their minds it was "undeserving" (?) of the popularity it had?

But it was just some posts and messeges i saw while the poll was active, i dont think it did anything more dramatic or major then just piss some chronically online pepole off + getting some a lot of attention for posting a few screenshots of weird comments on that poll LOL

Again, thanks for writing your messege and im really sorry for responding to it so late. HAVE A GOOD ONE!!!! if you ever have a poll in need of boosting hmu

[r4fe-cam3ron]

Hello again! I have an idea for part two, if you like it.

What if y/n doesn’t take care of the wound (they’ve got a lot going on after all) and they start to get sick from it. Maybe they collapse/get really sick somewhere public. The Pogues don’t know what’s happening but Rafe does so he runs over and tries to help. Then all the Pogues are like ‘what the hell, how does he know?!’

If you like it, if not it’s totally fine! ❤️

an; oh my goodness, lovie (hopefully you see this plus the ones who requested a second part to my maybank!reader oneshot which you can find here!) i’m so so sorry that i had not replied to this sooner than i should’ve. there had been a lot going on along with a major writers block. i’m using this request to be sure i answer you and to thank you for being THIS patient. i will probably kind of change this request up a bit, but ill try to keep some of it in the writing! — just wanna also note im still only on season two of OBX !! so if anything is ooc, that is definitely why and i apologize! w; this honestly is longer than i wanted it to be but hey, what can you do? mentions of an injury, for this im still imagining s1 rafe (ignore s2 gif </333 thats the only one i could vibe with for this at the moment), mentions of drug and drug usage, abuse though i never directly speak of how anything happens, follows the show only slightly but not completely, a little something, something with john b though not quite disclosed (i added a scene just for this — hopefully that’s okay with everyone!)

the boneyard is somewhere nice to come when you need to think and pull away from reality for a bit. you were right — you would apologize to jj and help him with whatever john b and he needed help with.

you’d also told jj about what had happened after he had saw the bloody gauze in the bathroom trash.

you left out the part where rafe cameron had helped clean it up a bit better.

that was only three days ago. somewhere in between those short days, jj had landed himself in jail for sinking toppers boat.

to say luke was angry was a complete understatement.

the hundred dollar bill had floated down to your feet when he had called you out of hiding. you bent down to pick it up.

“you know what i want.”

getting the thing you know he wanted meant seeing rafe cameron storming out of the house and down the rickety old porch that squeaks under any weight.

he’s reaching for his helmet when he finally sees you, pausing when he notices the look on your face. you don’t looked surprised, or happy, to see him.

just disappointment.

pinching his brows together, he slips the helmet over his head without saying a word and giving you another glance. the dirt picks up behind him, leaving you in dust. he doesn’t want to dissect what that look you had given him made him feel.

the exchange is quick, with some banter barry throws your way. something about how good you look today and you know you don’t have to pay.

slipping the hundred dollar bill into your pocket this time, you pat his cheek and grab the baggie from his hand. with a quick ‘thanks, barry’, you’re gone.

apparently you’d taken too long this time for luke’s liking. after the screaming match and, quite frankly, your side bleeding again, you’d found yourself sitting on the course sand.

the back of your hand wipes angrily at your tears that continue to fall. your head is pounding and your side is throbbing from being practically ripped open once again over the already healing wound.

the back of your thighs itch and you feel queasy. the heels of your palms dig into your eye sockets, a strained yell leaving behind clenched teeth.

“we’ve been looking everywhere for you!” jj’s voice startles you and has your head quickly whipping around to watch as the small group heads your way. pope is saying something you can’t quite understand, kiara is trying to get him to slow down and speak normally for a second.

john b has a slight look on your face. your not quite sure if it’s a smitten look or a disgusted look. he’s carrying a six pack under his left arm and his backpack is slung over his right shoulder.

jj’s hands come and clamp onto your shoulder, jostling you slightly. you hope none of them notice the far off look on your face and how pale you suddenly feel.

you know, soon, everyone is about to join at the boneyard. it’s inevitable and happens on almost friday, strangely enough. you were hoping to beat the crowd before it actually started.

he sits next to you while pope, kie, and john b starts up a fire. “what’s going on?”

you look over at him. “hm? what do you mean?”

a frown tugs at his mouth and he sits up straighter. “what’s wrong? did something happen at—”

“j. i’m fine,” you nod. it’s a lie and jj knows it’s a lie. but you don’t want him to worry about you. “seriously. i’m okay. it’s nothing we haven’t been through before.”

jj stares at you sadly. you’re right, though, you shouldn’t be right. this shouldn’t be something you both are used to and something that’s come to be the ‘norm’ at home. if you could even call it a home.

he’s protective over you, the way you are of him. he remembers taking up for you and taking the fall for things just so you could catch a break every so often from the lashings of luke.

yet, you’d do the exact same for jj.

‘go hide in our spot, jj! cover your ears and hum a song, okay?’ he remembers watching with wide eyes as luke had dragged you by your arm into the other room. once the door slammed and he heard your crying, he’d crawl out from under the dinning room table and run outside towards the woods.

he would hum ‘piano man’ by billy joel. it was a strange song to hum, but you both would always sing it together when it came on the radio, dancing around on the small blanket that would lay on the grass with three half eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. john b included — of course.

“but i always worry. im supposed to be there for you.” jj shakes his head.

“you take on to much, j,” your hand lands on his back, patting softly. “i could take this one.” the corner of your mouth quirks slightly upwards as you shrug, the tears beginning to well in your eyes again.

jj notices, but says nothing. he only nods slightly before looking out towards the waves. you hear the trucks and rowdy teens begin to pile in, sighing as you pull your arm away from jj and stand to dust your pants off.

—

you’re still feeling queasy, the crowd — separated, but yet still crowded — makes you feel even more uncomfortable and uneasy.

you stand near kiara and pope, listening to him talk about the interview he has for the scholarship, though you don’t truly know what he’s saying.

sweat beads around your hairline, a panicked feeling settling into your chest when you hear someone shout from behind you. you quickly turn your head, only to hear it quickly dissolve into laughter no longer than a second later.

you still search for some type of danger.

kiara’s eyes look at you, a worried expression etched onto her face. pope’s words slowly stall when he notices the look on her face, his own eyes moving to stare at you this time.

“are you okay?” her hand lands on your arm and you jump from the sudden touch.

you look over at her when she drops her hand, the worry on her face only grows. “i…yeah,” you look over to pope this time and nod. “i’m fine…i just…” you motion towards the ocean, your feet moving before you could even finish your sentence.

your mouth fills with saliva suddenly and the thought of vomiting in front of a bunch of people has you dizzy and even more panicked than before.

you can hear someone say something from behind you, but you’re too busy focusing on your breathing. a hand lands on your back and you glance over to the side.

the figure looks familiar. blinking a couple of times, you make out who it is.

“rafe?”

your voice is small, quivering and it looks like you’d been stuck in a hot trailer with the windows boarded down from how much you’re sweating.

“jesus.” he mutters. he watches as you try to stand straight, stumbling over your own feet. he’s quick to grab you before you could hit the ground, cradling your head and gripping your side as he lowers you more slowly.

“hey!” his jaw clenches when he notices who’s yelling at him. john b was the closest to where you two were standing. he knew you could stand your own ground, but he stayed close just in case.

and it looks like now would be a good time to intervene. “what did you do?!” he’s gaining attention from the others. topper being the second one to make his way over.

“nothing,” rafe snaps back. “she just passed out.”

“you expect me to really believe that she passed out as soon as you walked over?” john b kneels next to your other side, tilting your head over, cradling your jaw.

rafe watches the way his thumb drags across your cheek bone, gently shaking your head. his jaw clenches. “you expect me to really believe you care that she passed out when you could’ve came over here as soon as you seen me walking over?” his eyes quickly leave your face and stare at john b who says nothing.

“make yourself useful and go get a water bottle.” rafe grabs the hem of your hoodie, silently thankful that you had a tank top underneath. john b stands and watches quietly before running off towards the cooler.

“what happened?” topper finally speaks up when rafe slips the hoodie off. “rafe?”

“nothing happened, topper! i didn’t do anything!” rafe looks over at him with anger.

“rafe! get away from her!” jj stumbles across the sand as he makes his way over. he’s drunk, but he’s trying to collect himself the best he could. “i mean it!” he yells when he notices rafe sticking in the same spot.

jj yanks the water bottle from john b’s hand, kneeling next to him. he pushes rafe away and topper grabs rafe’s arm’s before he could successfully throw the punch he wanted too.

sarah stands to the side next to john b, and suddenly, he notices the crowd. his chest heaves and lands on you once again.

“is her side bleeding again?”

jj pauses and looks down at your side before slowly turning his head to stare at rafe. “how did you know about her side?”

rafe’s mouth parts, yet no words seem to come to mind. jj’s jaw clenches as he stares at him.

“i swear, cameron, i will—” he’s cut off by a deep inhale of breath, quickly looking over as you sit up the best you could, coughing. john b is quick to kneel down by you, a hand cradling the back of your neck to push you up.

your hands dig into the sand as your eyes look around frantically, chest heaving with heavy breaths, landing on rafe.

his body slowly grows less tense when he notices. jj sticks out the water bottle. “drink this,” he stands when you grab it. “how do you know about the cut on her side, rafe?”

before rafe could even come up with a snarky reply, you answer for him. “he helped.”

jj looks at you. “what?”

“he helped me during midsummers clean it up.”

jj stares at you for a moment longer before looking back at rafe. clenching his jaw, he shakes his head. “don’t come near her again, got it?” his brows lift slightly.

“that’s not up to you.” rafe shakes his head.

john b helps you from the ground. you thank him silently before making your way over. your hand lands on jj’s shoulder.

“let’s go, j.”

jj stays silent, but his threatening stare remains on rafe for a moment longer before he turns and makes his way up to where they had parked.

rafe watches him silently, but quickly glances down when your hand brushes against his. his eyes quickly jump up to your face.

“thank you.” you mouth.

he’s still for a moment but he eventually nods.

you give him a small, weak smile as you turn and walk away from him.

[malwarechips]

btw making a note rq that if you think its reasonable to attack or insult other people over their slugcat hcs (cough cough, ppl who get pissy about slugcats with fur that "just look like warrior cats") then i don't really like you very much

[puhpandas]

thinking abt the ggy easter eggs rn

[the-acid-pear]

Y'know I really feel like Harry and Dave's relationship goes highly unexplored which is a shame because there IS quite a bit to explore, ESPECIALLY if you care about shipping. But as the game stands I mean, they must be aware of each other. Harry in fact definitely knows about Dave. I don't think he'd tell the fucking weird rotten bunny his terrible boss brought in IS the number one threat against Freddy's since day 1 but even so. Dave I don't think would see Harry as much more than A Phoney™ though, which is always more of an obstacle and way less of a person. Which is usually opposite of how Jack sees his often sole employee. Like, you get what I mean? It's almost similar to 2 with the main opposing routes being Peter and Dave except the stakes are arguably way lower now.

[sangyeontual]

I JUST REWATCHED PIWON MOVIE AND I HAVE THINGS TO SAY

[serendark]

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[thebirdandhersong]

AGAIN ????????

[dallonwrites]

i have great news. i made the middle aged dilf in my novel trans

[todayisafridaynight]

aoki 🥰 <- malicious intent

[themyscirah]

Okay so basically the United States MINT of all people is going to be working with DC to make a line of coins! These coins sadly won't be in circulation (the things I would do to live in a world where I could get Batman coins from the supermarket) as they're collectors coins, but will be releasing over the course of the next 3 years, 2025-2027.

Designs haven't been released yet (the same is true for all 2025 designs) but we know there will be 9 coins in total (3 each year) with the first year featuring (of course!!!) Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman.

Although we know the first three heroes to be featured, the remaining six have yet to be decided, and it turns out the Mint is putting out a survey on their site to gauge which of a group of culturally significant heroes people want to see most! (link to the form is mentioned in the article above)

The considered group includes: Supergirl, the Flash, Green Arrow, Black Canary, Captain Marvel, John Stewart GL, Aquaman, Hawkman, Jamie Reyes BB, Robin (Damian?), Cyborg, and Batgirl, of which 6 will be selected.

As someone who does a bit of coin collecting myself (mainly circulation coins like the quarters sets, but I also have a couple proof and collectors coins) I think this is a really cool and interesting idea that showcases the history of the comics medium and these characters and their influence on American culture. Really excited to wait and see what the designs look like for the coins already announced!

[pusangkambing]

I need someone to talk to me about how close bobby and tilin were please i have SO MANY THOUGHTS about them

[obnoxiousarcade]

im thinking again

[gibbearish]

the thing with autism right. is i know if i was having a full mental health crisis what i would end up doing is going to the emergency room and being like "hello, my name is (x) birthday (y), um i was hoping to talk to you about potential mental health inpatient care? i'm currently having a mental health crisis and don't think i can be trusted on my own" like if there's one thing i can be sure will live on in me no matter how hard the brainworms try. is my fucking customer service voice