#that boy has no self preservation instinct

[the-goddess-of-gays]

Jason: Truth or dare? Leo: Truth. Jason: How many hours have you slept this week? Leo: Leo: Dare. Jason: Go to sleep. Leo: Leo: Leo: Never have I ever- Jason: tHaT's NoT tHe GaMe

[coloursofaparadox]

>:[

[symphony-in-a]

And he’s gotta GASP for breath to do it. The DEDICATION to absolutely ripping the phantom to shreds

I think we as a society don't discuss "WHY MAKE HER LIE TO YOU TO SAVE ME?" enough cause like ok Raoul go off king

[crescenthistory]

A big round of applause for your 2k milestone carina congratulations^^

May I request an argue with dialogue 48 with poly!Bartylus with a fem! Ravenclaw reader likes doing questionable stuff to satisfy her random curiosity. Problem being she has little sense of self preservation so she often lands in the hospital wing and whenever the two show up after hearing she had the nth concussion, she's does a very casual report be like: 'so turns out Thestrals do behave like horses if I tugged its tail too hard'. Regulus probably aged another 10 years while Barty is half concern and half rolling on the floor. Or idk, I just wanna see Reggie massaging his temples while Bee wheezing his lungs out with a confused reader lol.

thank you so much for your request babes<33 i switched this one up a little, hope you enjoy it

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i will ARGUE for prompt 48 "sometimes i wonder how you're still alive" with poly!bartylus

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: fem!reader, use of y/n, barty pov and all of its usual chaos, established poly relationship, clumsy and whimsical reader

wc: 1.3k

Barty sat waiting for you to exit your Transfiguration class, so he could spend his free period with you, but you were taking an awfully long time. 

His instincts told him to just sneak into the classroom and call out for you, but he had been scolded for doing just that very recently – not just by professors but by Regulus, his own personal authority figure apparently – so he bit his tongue. Yet, when Lupin and Potter exited before you, he could no longer help himself from throwing his head back and groaning, drawing their attention.

“You good, Junior?” Potter asked wearily with a raised eyebrow.

“No, I’m looking at my annoying brothers in law and not my wonderful girlfriend. What’s taking her so long?”

The two exchanged a glance before Lupin cleared his throat. “Y/N wasn’t in class. I’m quite certain she’s in the infirmary?” It was voiced as a question, but Barty could tell that it wasn’t really.

On paper, this revelation should fill him with worry and concern for your wellbeing, he should want to run full throttle towards the infirmary. Instead, he was filled with a dread of a very different kind and let yet another raspy groan escape him. 

“Not again,” he hissed before slapping his knees and getting up. “Right. Where’s Regulus?” 

“Should you not be your own boyfriend’s keeper?” Lupin asked at the very same time as Potter said “Potions”.

Barty looked at Lupin with a hah-expression. 

“Best get there before he does then!” He announced cheerily before turning on his heel and skipping down the hallway, using every wall and pole he passed as leverage. He didn’t bother looking back over his shoulder to see what more the two boys had to say.

The journey to the infirmary went by quickly, Barty’s movements all motivated by a desire to have Regulus not get to the scene before him. 

“Evening, darling Poppy,” he called out to the matron who looked up at him with an unamused expression. “Where’s she at?”

She looked like she wanted to comment on his unprofessional language, but instead she gave a heavy sigh, clearly giving up before even starting. “Miss L/N is in bed 6 to the right,” was all she said, turning back to cleaning her equipment near the door.

Barty blew her a kiss before beginning to skip in and promptly transitioning to walking upon Pomfrey’s deadly expression. 

You quickly came into view, sitting up in your bed while happily eating some of the infirmary food. Your sweet expression brightened when you spotted Barty coming towards you and any thought that might have swirled in his head about being strict with you immediately melted away. He felt as if he was floating up to you as he came to plop down on your bedside.

“Good afternoon, my lovely darling angel,” he all-but cooed. “Happy to see you in one piece.” 

You leaned forward and brought him in for a loving kiss that you hummed your greeting into. “Hi, B. How are you?”

“Well for one, I’m not the one with an icepack on my shoulder.” His brows furrowed in entertainment. 

You pulled away from him and looked perplexed at his comment for a moment before reaching to your shoulder, as if you had forgotten it was even there. “Oh, that was no bother. I have good news: You can pet the Thestrals even if you can’t see them. Not all of them necessarily enjoy it, but it’s certainly possible.”

Barty huffed a laugh, leaning forward to bury his head in your non-injured shoulder. Even in the infirmary, you still smelled so effortlessly like yourself, a scent he wanted to drown himself in every time he was near you. Still, he was a man on a mission, and he could not be distracted, even by the loveliest girl in the castle.

“Right, that is fantastic to hear,” he said as he pulled away to look at you. “And I would love to hear even more – but somewhere else. Are you good to walk? You’re good to walk yeah, we can get out of here?” Even as he spoke he was beginning to back your belongings from the bedside table into your backpack. You began to giggle, but before he could ask why, he was interrupted by another voice.

“It’s no use, Junior, I’m already here.”

Barty’s shoulders sagged theatrically as he let your backpack fall to the ground with a soft thump and turned to look at the source of the voice. Coming around the corner with a wettened towel in one hand and the other places accusatorily on his hip was Regulus — Barty’s favourite boy that he really did not want to see right now.

“Aweh, Reg, baby, I’m so glad to see you.”

“Cut the crap, B,” he said with faux iciness as he passed him to sit on the other side of your bed. “You were planning on keeping this from me, weren’t you?”

Barty looked to you for backup, but you just took in the scene before you with wide entertained eyes. You were lucky he loved you so much.

“Now why would you even think that? I’m just eager to get this little rascal into her own bed.”

“Barty.”

He threw his hands in the air. “Okay, so I wanted to protect her from your hysterics. Sue me.”

You just giggled and placed a hand on Barty’s wrist, rubbing circles into it placatingly. “Thank you B, but Reggie has been very sweet and patient with me. No need to protect me.”

Regulus was placing the damp towel over your neck, which clearly provided some relief as you sighed. His fingers were mindful in his ministrations of moving every piece of hair away, so they wouldn’t be caught beneath the towel. His eyes were zeroed in on his work as he spoke. “Yes, I have been very sweet and patient. You see, Junior, I heard a rumour about where she got this idea that approaching Thestrals was a good thing.”

Barty swallowed. “Did you, now?”

Regulus looked up through one of his curls that had come loose to give Barty a withering glare. “Sometimes I wonder how you two are still alive.”

Barty felt a sudden need to play all of his cards. He brought his hand up to tuck Regulus’ curl softly behind his ear, letting his fingertips linger as he traced over the edge of his boyfriend’s sharp jaw, caressing softly. He kept eye contact as a small smile lingered over his lips. “It’s a miracle all thanks to you, pretty boy. Don’t you want to keep us that way?”

Regulus kept glaring, but Barty could see how his resolve was shaken, even by his blatant manipulation. It made him grin widely. 

“Please don’t kill Barty, Regulus. He’s too fit to die and you’re too fit for Azkaban.” You supplied your own defense around a mouthful of yoghurt, clearly beyond amused at not being the only one in the doghouse.

“If you don’t watch it, you two will be the death of me,” he grumbled under his breath as he abandoned the towel to rub the tension out of his temples. 

Barty took the opportunity to manhandle Regulus down onto the bed beside you, so that he could lay across both of your chests – a cuddle pile that this bed was most certainly not built for but that he swore to make work nonetheless. You immediately opened your arms to accept Regulus into your side, who was still murmuring protests all the while the tops of his cheeks were darkening in colour.

“We’ll keep you safe and sound, Reg. Won’t we, baby?.” Barty grinned up at him, knowing he’s won yet again. “And we’ll make sure this little bird right here doesn’t fly too close to the sun.”

“You better,” came the quiet murmur from the reddened boy.

The shade only worsened when you and Barty both went to kiss his cheeks – as did your smiles.

[aventurineswife]

Can you do Dan Heng, Sampo, Gepard, Aventurine and Ratio react reader has Raiden Ei sword pull

Basically reader pull out their sword like this https://youtu.be/SbODRWNL6zs?si=Ku_NUQNJt9s1y6KG

From the Heart of the Blade

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Gepard x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Tension, Emotional Conflict, Inner Power, Sword pull from the chest/heart, Introspection, Protective Instincts.

Warnings: The boys are just genuinely worried for you 🫶

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with anticipation. You stood before Dan Heng, chest heaving, heart racing as you drew in a sharp breath. The tension hung heavy as your fingers gripped the hilt of the sword, positioned close to your heart. His eyes, usually calm and composed, betrayed a flicker of concern.

"What are you doing?" Dan Heng’s voice was low, an edge of unease creeping in despite his usual reserved demeanor.

You pulled the sword, its ethereal energy shimmering as it materialized, the blade gleaming as if it had been forged from the very essence of your soul. He froze, his gaze fixed on the blade now resting in your hands, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Are you... are you certain?" His voice quivered slightly, and for a split second, his mask of stoicism cracked. He was used to battles, used to wielding weapons—but not this.

The silence between you stretched, and then he stepped forward, his hand instinctively reaching for your shoulder as if to steady you. “You don't have to do this... I can protect you,” he whispered, the quiet urgency of his words a stark contrast to his usual detached demeanor.

But you were resolute, your expression unwavering. He could see that this was a part of you, a force you couldn’t fight off. In that moment, he understood. His hand hovered in the air, uncertain of whether to hold you or hold back. The sword pulsed with power, and Dan Heng realized there was no stopping it. But it didn’t mean he would let you face it alone.

Sampo stood in the dimly lit alleyway, a smirk plastered across his face as you revealed your intentions. The gleam of the sword shimmering from within your chest caught him off guard. He was never one to be truly surprised, but this? This was something different.

“Now, that’s a trick I haven’t seen before,” he said, his voice smooth, attempting to mask the faint flicker of unease beneath his usual bravado.

You gripped the hilt, the blade materializing, drawn from your heart like a twisted spectacle. Sampo’s smile faltered for just a moment. He was a master of reading people, but this? This was beyond his usual tricks.

“Well, well, well... I see you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” he continued, his tone still playful, though a little more careful now. “But I’m gonna be honest here—this is getting a little too real for my taste. You sure you know what you’re doing?”

His eyes narrowed as the sword pulsed in the air, and a flicker of hesitation crossed his mind. For all his smarmy confidence and penchant for self-preservation, even he knew there were things beyond manipulation, things that couldn’t be bargained with.

“Careful there, my friend,” Sampo added, taking a step back, though his charm never faltered. “We’re all just a bit too invested in this game for you to be playing with fire.”

Gepard's usually unshakable calm faltered for a split second when he saw you pull the sword from your chest. His eyes widened, a flicker of alarm flashing across his otherwise composed face. The Silvermane Guards’ captain was no stranger to combat, to protecting Belobog and its people, but this... this was unlike anything he had seen.

“W-What are you doing?” Gepard’s voice was almost a whisper, the usual strength in it softened by concern.

He instinctively stepped forward, his hands flexing as though ready to intervene, to shield you from whatever force was trying to take hold. His gaze locked on the ethereal blade, his trained eye recognizing the unfamiliar energy radiating from it. It was not a weapon of war—it was something far more intimate.

“This is dangerous,” he said, his tone laced with worry. “You don’t need to do this. Whatever is consuming you, I’ll help you fight it.”

Gepard’s protective instincts flared. He had fought alongside comrades in countless battles, yet seeing you pull that sword from your chest left him vulnerable in a way he hadn’t anticipated. But he wouldn’t leave you to face it alone, not if it meant he could help bear that weight.

He stepped closer, his voice soft but firm. “Let me help. Whatever this is... we’ll face it together.”

Aventurine watched with interest as you drew the sword from your chest, his eyes flicking with intrigue. His ever-present grin remained, though it faltered for just a brief moment as he absorbed the full gravity of the action. To someone like him, who reveled in the thrill of the gamble and the unknown, this was a whole new kind of game. But it wasn’t a game he was sure he was ready to play.

“Now, that’s quite the entrance,” he said, his tone dripping with admiration. “I’ve seen many things in my life—gambles, tricks, and deceit—but this? This is something else entirely.”

He circled you like a hawk, his sharp gaze studying every movement you made, every inch of tension in your body. Behind his calculating grin, a subtle tension began to build. He could tell that this was a pivotal moment for you, one that held the potential for something far more dangerous than a mere wager.

"Interesting... but dangerous, don’t you think?” Aventurine’s smile never wavered, but there was a flicker of genuine concern in his eyes. “You’re playing with fire, my friend. And I do love a good gamble—but this... this could burn you.”

But despite the calculated nature of his words, there was something else. A strange, unspoken understanding that your gamble was one he couldn’t control. He took a step back, watching you carefully, his thoughts drifting to his own past—full of risky choices and hidden consequences. Was this one of those moments where even he, with all his calculated risk, could find himself outmatched?

Ratio stood with his arms crossed, his eyes scanning you with an almost clinical detachment as you stepped forward. His hair swayed slightly in the air as you pulled the sword from your chest, the ethereal blade glowing with a strange energy that caught even his brilliant mind off guard. The moment was... perplexing, to say the least.

"You... are you completely certain of this?" Ratio asked, his tone sharp, yet laced with an unexpected sense of concern. His typical arrogance melted away, replaced by genuine curiosity.

He took a measured step toward you, his eyes narrowing as he observed the sword—its origins, its power. This wasn’t just an act of power; it was an emotional, spiritual pull, and even his intellectual mind struggled to understand it fully.

"You’re doing something quite extraordinary, but I cannot fathom what drove you to this point." Ratio’s voice was quieter now, almost contemplative. He’d faced many challenges, but this wasn’t something he could solve with sheer intellect.

For a moment, the man who had once studied the very fabric of knowledge looked almost lost, unsure of how to respond. His brilliant mind searched for the answer, but all he could offer was a slow, deliberate step forward. "Knowledge is power, yes, but... what is it you hope to achieve with this? Do you truly understand what you're pulling from yourself?"

Yet despite his questions, there was a flicker of admiration in his eyes. Ratio’s belief in the transformative power of knowledge and wisdom had always been unwavering—but this? This was something beyond logic. And for once, it left him speechless.

[the-fourchette]

Jayce and his sacrifice

What we really need to realise is that Jayce saw the bomb coming behind Mel, but instead of running in the opposite direction to protect himself, he went against his survival instinct and rushed to protect Mel.

I don't know if it was conscious or not but he instinctively ran to her ! I'm just realizing how much he was in love with her ! He's such a hero !

No wonder he chose to die by the end of the series, this guy has no sense of self-preservation ! His ultimate sacrifice is carried by a sense of duty, responsibility, redemption, intense guilt, depression and compassion for his friend. And here it is carried by pure, unadulterated love ! This is so romantic and tragic, I'm crying ! 😭

My boy really thought he could protect Mel by wrapping his arms around her. His face was buried in her neck OMG !

Jayce, defender of tomorrow, wanted to protect his lover, his future, the woman who makes things possible for him 😭

His love for her literally saved him, this is so poetic !

And then he checked on her multiple times, making sure that she was safe and sound. The way he kept calling her, his soft "Mel", and "it's okay". I'm crying, this is so sweet, I can't !

He helped her standing, cupped and caressed her face. Never stopped soothing her, he was so delicate.

Look at his worried face, and Mel is so lost and vulnerable here, look at her little hands in his shoulders !! He took care of her so much ! What a gentleman !

And then they both start looking for other people.

But poor man could never catch a break, he discovered his best friend was dead. So, so tragic !

[arobinwithoutbatman]

"Well... yeah. You hurt the people that aren't kept in line by the fear of Batman's presence and who don't want to change."

He'd never admit it out loud, least of all to Jason especially in this precise moment, but he saw the logic of Red Hood. Saw the need. He didn't agree with killing mindlessly but... but wouldn't Steph have been better off without her dad ruining her life? Hell, he had been incredibly tempted to do just that one time. Trapped in that air tight money truck. Arthur Brown taking all of the air by generally being a jerk. Both of them getting paranoid as be hoped and prayed someone would find him as his vision went blurry.

He'd considered it.

He'd had a few mean thoughts about one Jean-Paul Valley too.

He agreed with Jason... to a certain point, anyway.

"I don't expect you to be the kid I used to follow on rooftops from a distance. I know that kid's dead, I'd go to your headstone occasionally. I never really knew you then, only your reputation, and I don't really know you now. I've never tried to emulate you or Dick actually. I just... asked questions and learned as much as I could, as fast as I could."

Dick had his circus training, Jason had the hard won instincts of surviving and fighting for his life on the streets. Tim didn't have any of that. Some self-taught parkour that he actually ended up having to unlearn and then relearn properly and a ridiculous amount of intellect. That was it. Every skill, every successful strike, every stance and case, it was all hard earned and hard won for. All without the previous training the other two had had.

His head tilted slightly, considering Jason as he took that breath. The anger ought to scare him... truth be told, it did. Who knew what Jason was capable of? But didn't that very action mean that Jason was trying?

"Did anyone mention how I became Robin?"

@arobinwithoutbatman from here

“It’s gonna happen again.” Of that Jason was certain. It didn’t matter how well they got to know each other, Jason would wind up hurting Tim again. “Not sure if you noticed, kid, but hurting people’s kind of what I do.” Even when it wasn’t intentional.

“Whatever stories Dick told you, I’m not that kid anymore. That kid died, and he stayed dead.” Jason was what came back. This twisted, angry, wrong thing.

The thing that picked fights with autistic teenagers.

He wasn’t Robin anymore—was about as far from Robin as he could ever get. Robin died a horrible death, should’ve stayed dead, and should never have been given to another kid in the first place, because one dead Robin should’ve been enough.

He took a breath, beat back the anger that’d just flared back up with a stick. That wasn’t on the kid. That was on Bruce. Jason’s problem was with Bruce, not Tim.

“Trust me, Timmers, you don’t wanna fill my shoes. You wanna emulate someone, Dick’s the better choice.”

[yourchocolatenachostudent]

Wait, but what if Daniel was telling the truth and not what Armand wanted to hear? Because that's his look at the end... He was deep in Daniel's head at that moment, digging, wasn't he? What if he saw that this admiration was sincere? After all, despite the fact that Daniel is scared as hell, he is also intrigued, because this boy has no instinct for self-preservation at all. He doesn't think Armand is boring, he thinks he's hot as fuck and that's exactly the trait that makes him so fascinating.

[momo-minomo]

Fic Fairy Friday: Civilian Tim Giving The Batfam Heart Attacks

I know, I know, this week's theme is weirdly specific but I was originally going to theme this 'Tim Joins The Batfamily Early' but like half of the ones I wanted to rec has him joining them late but fit the vibes I wanted so… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

BTW: Consider this a general TRIGGER WARNING. Jack and Janet Drake in the comics are, at best, neglectful parents and at worst vaguely emotionally abusive and physically threatening but no actual physical abuse. If the fic makes them more abusive than this canon baseline I will add a trigger warning. Feel free to let me know if you think I need to add an extra warning for something!

The Fic Fairy Friday Masterpost

Puzzles Made of Broken Glass by thatcuriouscat

Summary:

Sherlock Holmes retreats to his Mind Palace to think, to problem-solve. Superman has his Fortress of Solitude, reportedly. 9-and-five-sixths-year-old Tim Drake has his Blanket Fortress. Timmy Drake’s parents go missing. He’s the only one who notices.

Momo's Notes: I usually prefer to only rec fics that are complete but I occasionally make an exception for one that's exceptionally good and still regularly updating. thatcuriouscat is one of those authors that knocks it out of the park every single time and the characterizations are perfection so this fic is a must read. Tim's parents go missing so Detective Drake starts investigating even as his entire life, precarious emotional stability, and distressing lack of self-preservation is crumbling down around his ears. I love fics where Tim and Robin!Jason meet and become friends and the chapter where Tim and Dick meet had me squealing and kicking my feet.

One Smart Magpie by Marbles_and_Sweetpeas

Summary:

Tim Drake likes to think he's your typical 12 year old. Well, except for the sneaking around at night and doing detective work. And figuring out the Bats' identity. But that's it. Really. Except everything seems to be spiraling out of his control. Something serious is going on in Gotham, and Tim might be the only one who can put all the pieces together in time to stop it. Or: Tim is a crazy little detective who just wants to help in any way he can. Of course the Bats are going to adopt him.

Momo's Notes: Another fic for baby detective Timmy and joining the batfamily early! Tim is wandering around Gotham at night knowing the usual secrets he shouldn't know but also running his own investigations. He's trying to figure out the mysterious happenings in the city at the same time Jason, Dick, and Bruce are aggressively trying to adopt this sweet kid with zero self-preservation instincts or supervision. Timmy is seriously badass during this one while still being a kid overwhelmed with being in way over his head.

Holy security breach, Batman! by destiny919

Summary:

Janet finally shoos him away towards the hors d'oeuvres or drinks table with the tacit understanding that she doesn't want to see him again until the end of the gala. And probably not even then, it wouldn't be the first time the Drakes forgot to take him home with them and Tim had to discreetly call an Uber before the host noticed and made Tim embarrass his parents. For this gala, however, he almost hopes they forget him again, because tonight Tim has a plan. They're at Wayne Manor, and Tim is going to find the Batcave.

Momo's Notes: Short and sweet! Precocious 8 year old Tim decides to put his detective hat on while at a Wayne gala and manages to find and sneak into the batcave. Cue the distressed bat and bird noises!

A Brief Interview by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday

Summary:

When Damian finds a small child with an expensive camera on a rooftop in the middle of Gotham, he decides to follow in his father’s footsteps and take the boy home. After all, why should Bruce be the only one who gets to add to the family? Damian and Tim age swap fluff.

Momo's Notes: Short but hilarious. A version of a "Tim Joins The Batfamily Late" trope where he's the 8 year old fanboy to Damian's 14 year old Robin. Damian decides he's had enough of being the baby of the family and proves he's his father's son by picking up a new little brother while on patrol and bringing him home with no warning to the rest of the household. The others will surely marvel at his generosity and brilliance. Tim is mildly alarmed but mostly starstruck.

Boom, Boom, Pow! by LilaVaporizer9000

Summary:

If anyone asked the Batfamily which Robin had the funniest ’joining the family’ story? Well, everyone would start with, “Well it seemed like Jason had the spot taken for good after having the audacity to try and jack the Batmobile’s tires and hit Bruce with his tire iron.” And then they’d say, “But then tiny Tim decided to try and steal the whole thing.” Or: When Tim is 11 he figures it’s not hurting anyone if he. Ya know. Takes a picture in the Batmobile. But then the power goes to his head and all of a sudden he’s hacking the Batmobile and tearing through Gotham on a rescue mission.

Momo's Notes: Gearhead baby Timmy takes the Batmobile on a joyride and the Batfamily was never the same. Dick and Jason's budding rivalry has delightful Wayne Family Adventures vibes. If you've read WFA you'll know the chapter I'm referring to when you get to those scenes lol. They are such total goobers. Bonus points for the author including a link to a playlist they made for Tim's cringe car music. I love it when authors include a fanmix for the story.

bitty batty baby vigilante crew by deargalileo

Summary:

There were two kids up on the roof. They couldn’t have been older than ten, but frankly, they looked like babies. The boy had dark hair and a red jacket, while the girl was dressed in all purple with blond hair poking out from under her hood. Jason was pushing himself over the ledge before he could really think about it. What were two kids doing on a rooftop, in the middle of the night, in Gotham? the story of two kids conning their way across gotham, and (mostly) inadvertently into the batman family.

Momo's Notes: There aren't nearly enough stories of tiny Timmy meeting Stephanie early. The chaos and shenanigans those two get up to as teens are legendary. I don't know if Jason's nerves can handle them as kids with WAY more recklessness and distrust of authority.

Surveillance by smilebackwards

Summary:

Tim knows antagonizing Lex Luthor wasn’t exactly his safest move but the point is really driven home by the bullet to the shoulder. Or: The AU where Jason never died and Tim is a civilian who contributes to crime fighting by taking surveillance photos and leaving them on the desktop of the Batcomputer.

Momo's Notes: Here's an awesome 'Tim Joins The Batfamily Late' trope fic! His casual disdain for dangerous rogues who'd happily squash him like a bug combined with his careless disregard for his own health make for an especially stressed Batfam, especially Bruce and Jason. This one is actually part of a series and has TimKon! Score!

Northern Attitude (I Was Raised on Little Light) by theskeptileptic

Summary:

It's not Tim's fault Batman slept with his mom sixteen years ago, or Tim's fault that Bruce Wayne regrets signing away his parental rights fifteen years ago, but Jack Drake sure thinks it is. Now Damian is bugging him about cows and family and Jason and Dick won't stop kidnapping him and Bruce is acting like court orders don't matter, like he doesn't have a huge bat-shaped secret to protect from literally the whole freaking world. Why is Tim the only functioning adult in this situation? This was supposed to be coated in angst, but it fell in the fluff bucket instead. (So, update, some people are saying this may not be as fluffy as I am advertising it. I plead the 5th.)

Momo's Notes: TRIGGER WARNING for incredibly abusive Drakes here. That "fluff bucket" claim in the summary is definitely false advertising. This story is really good tho with some quality Tim and Damian bonding! The number of stress and panic induced heart attacks Tim gives the Batfam in this one is truly off the charts lol.

cards on the table by wesslan

Summary:

Tim's parents faked their deaths and fled the country years ago, but neglected to take him with them. He spent some time on the streets, and now at 16, he makes a living as a fortune teller, stalking and hustling the shit out of Gotham's elite by telling them eerily accurate fortunes based on the information he gathers about them. His life is peculiar but he wouldn't change a thing. When he gets booked for the big Wayne Halloween party, however, he finds himself getting all tangled up with the Waynes, and the more fortunes he tells, the tighter the snare becomes. or: Tim just wanted to scam Gotham's elite, not end up on the Batfamily's watchlist. But it seems they just won't leave him alone..

Momo's Notes: Another 'Tim Joins The Batfamily Late' fic! Despite Young Justice not appearing at all in this fic it still gives me the YJ98 vibes with all the insane plans and shenanigans Tim has up in the air, here. He's stalking half of Gotham's rich, famous, and dangerous so he can scam them all into thinking he's a legit psychic.

Latchkey by goldkirk

Summary:

or, How Tim Drake Found A Family, Became A Photojournalist, Learned To Love Coffee, and Grew Up, not necessarily in that order. Tim Drake is thirteen, runs the famous BatWatch blog that has spiraled hilariously out of control, has absentee parents that suit his purposes just fine, is training himself to run the streets at night, and is doing absolutely peachy, thank you. Alfred and Jason disagree, and get Dick and Bruce involved in figuring out their weird nextdoor neighbor kid’s life. Everything goes uphill from there.

Settle Our Bones by motleyfam, justbeyondstars, batmoniker

Summary:

Tim is good at galas. No, scratch that—Tim is great at galas. He’s been attending them ever since the age of three, when his parents first stuffed him into his little Gymboree tuxedo and gave him a stern lecture about ‘sitting quietly’ and ‘speaking when spoken to.’ He knows all the rules: what to wear, how to stand, when to smile, what to say, what not to say. He knows how to come across as polite and intelligent and charming, and on absolutely any other day, he would be rocking this. --- Or, my take on a ‘Tim Joins the Family Early’ AU, told through a series of sleepovers, most of which are unplanned. Featuring pre-teen Tim, Alive!Jason, and a whole lot of hurt/comfort.

Momo's Notes: The chances you haven't already read Latchkey and Settle Our Bones is slim if you're a Tim Drake fan but they are classics within the 'Tim Drake Joins The Batfamily Early' trope for a damn good reason so I had to include them on the off chance someone hasn't run across these amazing fics yet! TRIGGER WARNINGS for abusive Drakes! Also both of these series do a great job of depicting trauma recovery but that can also be triggering for some people so be careful.

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Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Early AU Spotify Playlist

[hadesoftheladies]

why you should have hope for separatism:

-this is one of the first times in history where women en masse are educated and (are expected to) participate in the working class which means now more than ever women are better equipped to take care of their own financial needs (even with all the tradwife influencers, not many women will be able to convert because house-wifery is strictly limited to the upper-class, which is shrinking more and more, so most women will always have to work anyways, and most women see this! even the ones that joke about being housewives/strippers are serious about their careers!)

-separatism is mostly non-action. it is strategic non-interaction with men or male media which makes it extremely accessible and easy to replicate across cultures. it removes women from exploitative relationships with men. this means the only thing you need to do to convince women to become separatists is attack the idea that their lives will be unfulfilled without men. and more women and girls are embracing that culture simply because of their experiences (and access to education)!

-late stage capitalism and the rise of blatant misogyny men display is radicalizing women. which means more and more women are open to living together and raising children together romantically/platonically. (literally every woman i've talked to who's unmarried lives with their parents or wants to live with women because men are genuinely an unattractive option--thank you men for showing your asses <3)

-the internet and globalization positions women from all over the world to share their experiences (and we have many shared experiences), which means consciousness-raising has never been faster or easier or more powerful!

-men and boys are failing and dropping out of school way more than women and girls which means that women and girls are on the way to dominating academia and relevant industries! women will make up more of the skilled workers in future job markets which means that women who are educated now will likely be better off and more pursued financially than men. women's influence in society is increasing! think about it. as much as male violence is increasing, male literacy and competence and skill is DECREASING (even nepotism or sexism will not be enough to fix that problem because hiring men will still result in profit losses and other financial inconveniences). in short, male culture is killing men!

-resistance to pornography and understanding the evils of pornography are also increasing. awareness of male violence is increasing!

please read more literature on separatist strategies and don't think whatever is happening on tiktok/IG is how all women think. most women irl are not stupid enough to trade in their jobs for prostitution because women don't actually want that. many women i've talked to in real life also don't want children (in these conditions or at all)! they aren't radfems but they still have self-preservation instincts and intelligence!

there is literally so many ways we can use the current sociopolitical climate to our advantage. it is too early to give up. like wayyyy to fucking early.

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 5 part 5

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jen just shakes her head, bitter and not in the least surprised at what agatha did

meanwhile agatha is... she's just devastated

billy is the only person in the room who has never experienced and still doesn't comprehend the finality of death

agatha runs, she can't do anything else. rio is the only one that cares.

she looks so pathetic in that getup. her behaving like a little girl is not so funny anymore, is it?

as always, rio watches her. she has a lot to think about after this trial.

but alice needs her undivided attention now. lady death has to clock in.

I'm glad that we keep focusing on agatha's reaction. she used to be able to kill people and shake it off (or at least pretend to). she cannot shake alice off

and it was all for a tiny spark of magic. that is all that's left of alice on the mortal plane

when billy confronts her she visibly recoils and shrinks in on herself, like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar

one hand on her own heart, one on billy's heart. like she's begging and willing him to understand

it's not: you lied. it's you lied to me. it's personal. it's the trust he had in a mentor and mother figure, irrevocably broken

agatha never lies to billy. she's shitty with him in many other ways, but she doesn't lie

billy, honey. you set out on a road trip with a literal serial killer.

agatha had this mad fantasy of billy and her becoming a family, a coven two. and of course she went and ruined it. she always does

jen has all her walls firmly up, she won't allow herself to grieve for alice. she's still on the verge of walking a dark path, and agatha is the one pushing and pushing her toward it

lilia, who has lost and grieved so many, is just numb with pain. Death is unstoppable. hey guys, remember the first three episodes? when everything seemed so fun and carefree?

to billy witches were spellbooks and broomsticks and hot topic eyeliner. how do you explain to a kid the ugliness and violence and trauma that will inevitably fester in a marginalized, repressed community?

from the mouth of a child. she might have killed alice by accident. she has been deliberately and systematically killing many more to serve her own agenda.

and what agatha does, when confronted with ugly truths? she runs, and if she can't run, she goes all in with the spectacle and the cruelty

she could have picked any moment to talk about wanda. she could have broken the news gently, eased billy into understanding what he's been doing. now she's just lashing out in anger and fear and pain. billy did just put her through hell, but she's still the only adult of the two, no matter how immature she wishes to act

when push comes to shove, when it all becomes too much, agatha will latch to her self-preservation instincts and choose to protect herself over anyone else, even the people she loves. She's doing it with billy, she's doing it with rio. I'd argue that she did it with nicky, too.

hey, hey agatha, remember what happened the last time you poked a chaos witch with a stick? you dumb idiot.

fucking around meets finding out etc etc etc etc

boy is she SCREAMING. this bitch will never go down quietly, she'll snivel and cry like the sad pathetic creature she is

and the parallels and the irony of billy hurting jen and lilia in his grief.

do you guys laugh too when bille ellish pops in?? I love how agatha later says that billy is dramatic because he's a maximoff. honey, wanda was only ever coming up with cute sitcom scenarios. this is all your doing, you and your dramatic ass. this is your son. drama queen and drama queen in training.

go to episode 6 part 1

[eeriepromis]

THE LADS AS PARTNERS-IN-CRIME

Origin Story of this idea started in the official Discord Server with me saying Caleb is someone I could steal horses with.

The German saying "jemand, mit dem man Pferde stehlen könnte" describes a person who is extremely trustworthy, adventurous, and reliable - someone you can count on for anything, even risky or mischievous endeavors. Translation: "Someone you could steal horses with." Equivalent English Saying: "A partner in crime."

[+ Marauder's Special at the end.]

I feel like Rafayel, Sylus, and Caleb give off total partner-in-crime vibes. I can just picture them as teenagers, always up to some mischievous antics, sticking together through thick and thin.

Zayne, on the other hand, would absolutely be the one trying to talk sense into them, worrying about the consequences. But let’s be real - he’d still get dragged into it in the end. He’s that friend who nervously points out how risky their plan is while following along anyway.

Xavier? Tbh I have no clue - he is a wild card. I feel like he’d be the quiet one who just goes with the flow- until he suddenly suggests something so completely unhinged that even Raf and Sylus would pause. Meanwhile, Caleb would just pat his head and agree that it’s a brilliant idea.

Sylus would definitely be the strategist, the one actually figuring out how to pull off their wild schemes without getting caught.

And Rafayel - He’d be bouncing ideas back and forth with Sy or MC- while dramatically complaining about his designer clothes getting wrinkled and dusty. xDD

Omg - Imagine them with this kinda dynamic during the Marauder Times in Harry Potter

Their Hogwarts Houses

Gryffindor - MC & Xavier Slytherin - Sylus & Rafayel Hufflepuff - Caleb Ravenclaw - Zayne

The Midnight Heist

The Gryffindor common room was dimly lit, the dying embers in the fireplace casting flickering shadows as five figures huddled together near the window. Outside, the castle grounds stretched out under the silver glow of the full moon.

“We are not doing this,” Zayne whispered, arms crossed, looking like he was already regretting showing up. “Breaking into the Restricted Section is expulsion-worthy. Do any of you have an actual plan?”

Sylus smirked, twirling his wand between his fingers. “Of course we do. What do you take us for, amateurs?”

“That’s exactly what I take you for,” Zayne deadpanned.

Rafayel, perched lazily on the arm of a chair, stretched like a cat. “Relax, bird boy. We’re professionals. Well, Sylus is. The rest of us are just here for the chaos.”

Caleb snorted, nudging MC’s shoulder. “And this one is here because she has no self-preservation instincts. I swear, Pipsqueak, one of these days I’m going to have to bail you out of actual trouble.”

MC grinned. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

Caleb rolled his eyes but didn’t argue.

Xavier, who had been silent until now, suddenly piped up, “Why don’t we just tame the library’s guardian monster instead? That way, we don’t have to sneak past it.”

A brief silence.

“…Xavier, what monster?” MC asked slowly.

“The one that’s supposed to be guarding the Restricted Section.”

More silence.

“…There’s no monster,” Sylus finally said, brows furrowing.

Xavier blinked. “Oh. Then what was that huge shadow I saw moving between the bookshelves last week?”

Raf sat up straight. “Excuse me?”

“Okay,” MC clapped her hands together. “New plan: get in, get the book, and get out before we find out what Xavier saw.”

“And if we do find out?” Caleb asked.

Sylus grinned. “Then we make it part of the plan.”

Zayne sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “I cannot believe I’m the only responsible one in this group.”

MC smirked. “Then why are you still here?”

With a hidden smile decorating his lips Zayne replied: “Because someone’s gotta make sure you guys don’t get eaten by an imaginary book monster.”

[radiance1]

"Look into the beady little eyes your past self, and question if you wish to destroy him."

Dan did. There was obviously something wrong with his past self, because that's a literal teddy bear, looking at him with his beady little eyes. It would be so, so very easy to destroy his past self if he wanted to.

Instead, he just, sorta, picked him up.

Was he always so tiny and innocent? So, trusting? The boy didn't even move back when he reached for him, no, he walked forwards into his hands.

No survival instinct?! He has none! He's tiny, utterly defenseless and doesn't even have the basic instincts of self-preservation! Even a blob ghost has something akin to such instinct.

He lifted his past self up to eye level. Was I always this... cute and cuddly? He shook him, up, down, left, right, the only thing that caused was for the other him to laugh.

He squeezed his past self.

A loud sound- not unlike that of a squeaky toy, was what was produced as a result. Then he just, stood there, unmoving, his brain churning to try and provide understanding yet also trying to restart itself.

His past self tilted his head, reaching a paw forwards to poke him on the nose.

He blinked.

His younger self blinked as well.

He pulled back his lips, bearing his fangs as he snarled as his younger self.

The boy copied him, his mouth shifting as what were undoubtably the cutest little fangs he's ever seen were bared at him in a cute and less intimidating imitation of his own snarl.

That's it.

It's decided.

He's keeping him.

He no longer cares about going back to his timeline to repay his grudge against the Batclan, who he suffered humiliation after humiliation from because they just would not fall or submit.

He's content to stay with this version of himself. This, smaller, more unthreatening version of himself that seemed to have a crippling lack of fear.

Because he's undoubtedly felt the same sense of loss as he, himself did, in the future. This one has no family, no friends, and would most surely not survive with just himself and would be hit harder when he realizes that he's alone.

...

His timeline doesn't need or want him anyway.

===

A few heroes have travelled back in time from their ruined timeline, everything utterly destroyed and despair premating the very air and choking your lungs with every breath they took.

Either that or the dust, really.

The air in the past was fresh, clean, full of hope and new opportunities. They wouldn't waste it, they would protect it, this time. Prevent the fallen from falling, and having children not be bound under the protection of a ghost shield and parents living their lives in fear because they knew what was out there.

They just had to get rid of one man- no.

One monster.

Dan Phantom.

[cwwv9]

«Chop, and you’re in»

– fem!manager!reader x Isagi Yoichi, Meguro Bachira, Hiori Yo, Otoya Eita, Karasu Tabio, Reo Mikage, Nagi Seishiro, Chigiri Hyoma, Kunigami Rensuke, Yukimiya Kenyu, Shidou Ryusei, Michael Kaiser.

Warning: Fanfick is humorous and contains the following elements: absurd thrash and comedy violence, humiliation of characters for humorous purposes, a fair share of fanservice.

Note: saw a similar idea of the girl on the page where she needed such fanfic. I evaluated this idea and decided to translate it into reality. Hope that girl sees him.

• • •

You are the manager of Blue Lock. A girl who always has a notebook, water bottle in her hand and in her eyes the threat of a nuclear strike. They call you «the younger hell» - not in the face, of course, they have a self-preservation instinct works... Well, almost everyone.

Today you just washed the floor, did not touch anyone. Honestly. But Meguro Bachira, eternal engine without brakes, runs into the hall and, nodding at you, yells:

- Kick the manager’s ass! Whoever gets it is the king of the day!

Silence. Then you go shopping. Then the fateful "I am in".

You look up.

There are too many.

Eyes are crazy. Whispering. Riot is brewing.

You’re wiping your hands. Turning around.

And at that moment, Isaiah, thinking he is a ninja, steps forward. DIDN’T.

You leap like lightning. He flips, but POP! - right on the perfect football ass.

– Yoichi, did you think I could be touched with that rating? You’re not a monster. You’re a cracker without taste.

He’s in shock. Standing, flushed to the roots.

Bachira is already rolling on the floor, enjoying.

– OH, THAT’S GENIUS! I LOVE YOU, MANAGER!

THE BEACH! - He comes to him, not even time to get up. He jumps.

– I love you too, circus clown.

Hoori quietly backs away. A quiet boy, an angel, thinks he is invisible.

You walk up to him, and he literally groans:

– I’m sorry, I didn’t participate...

– But I didn’t. – you whisper.

CLOP! His thin waistline gives in to your hand. He moans... not as much as he would like.

Otoya hides behind Karasu. Karasu pretends to be tough.

– I’m like an observer.

– You’re, like, next.

DOUBLE HIT. One on Karasu, the other on Otoya, who tried to escape but didn’t calculate your stroke speed.

Both lie. Both moaned. Ashamed? Yes. Nice? Perhaps.

Reo has already taken off his earring, as if he was ready for a duel. Standing in the battle stand.

– I’m rich, I have immunity.

You lean closer, whispering:

– Money’s not gonna save your ass, honey.

BAM. He almost grunted.

Nagi doesn’t even resist. He raises his hands.

– Just do it and let me sleep.

You grant his request. He doesn’t even flinch.

– Thank you, that wasn’t so bad.

Chigiri. God Chigiri. Runs like the wind. Flies like an arrow. But you’re a hurricane. He’s turning around - and you’re there. Grab a T-shirt. He squeals like a kitten.

POP!

– Speed is not always the answer, handsome.

Yukimia is just standing there like it’s on the cover of a fashion magazine.

– I wouldn’t be in this game. I’m taller.

You turn around in silence, go to him slowly.

– You were there. You saw. You’re an accomplice.

He retreats, having lost his dignity for the first time.

DANCES. He’s so stunned, he forgot to fix his glasses.

Kunigami comes out like a knight. Serious. Ready to save everyone.

– Enough! It’s over the line...

You shove a bucket of water into his stomach. He drops, coughs, and...

DOUBLE PUNCH. Right + left. Like hammers.

– Good job, hero. Sit down. Two.

Shido is already shirtless. He was waiting for you. He smiled.

– My turn? Come on, beat. Just stronger.

You’re grinning.

Running around. AND SO HARD THAT HE FALLS ON HIS KNEES.

– Oh, you’re unbearable, but you know how to enjoy yourself.

And finally...Kaiser. With a smirk. With a shine in his eyes.

– Baby, you don’t dominate me - you enjoy me.

You grab him by the belt, turn it around and:

MUFFLER.

Somewhere in Germany, a pappus died.

– The Emperor is without a throne. Welcome to reality, Michael.

He falls. He’s shocked. He’s... excited?

And here is the silence. Everyone lies, sits, groans, or looks at you with respect and light lust.

Rin comes to you, hands in your pockets.

– I’m the only one alive.

You’re nodding.

He leans closer:

– Don’t hit. Tell me what you need to do to earn your grace.

You look at him.

Smiling.

— Be quiet. And bring me some tea.

He leaves. No arguments.

The corridors are buzzing from the echo of the slaps.

Final: you walk through the hall like a general. Behind - defeated. Ahead - order.

Meguro: "Hey... and tomorrow we can play the same thing.. Only now I’m the first victim."

Shido: "Line, asshole. I was closer."

[nitrowyverine]

I thought playing Obscura would help me get rid of my brain worms. no, it just gave me new ones. For Obscura, specifically.

I'll be adjusting the format from my TOUCHSTARVED expanded thoughts post. Brain dump after the cut!

[Demo/CH 1 spoilers are included]

(Header Image from Itch.io page! All images in this post are either from there or the Rotten Raccoons tumblr page)

Design/gameplay thoughts:

In full honesty without fluff: this game fucks immensely.

The setting for Obscura might be my new all-time favorite, like, ever. Mystery underground scandalous marketplace??? Under a mountain???? it's a diverse and vast city that's still elegantly contained and claustrophobic, but in a spicy way. The worldbuilding and flavor is excellent. I really want to run a TTRPG in a similar setting now, since its an area with so many possibilities.

CH. 1/the "demo" has a LOT of meat on it. It's got different endings, variations, a whole soundtrack. Speaking of sountrack-

Obscura is also one of the few games I've put on the soundtrack to just to vibe to. The soundtrack is SO good, and sets such a strong mood/tone. I think it complements the game perfectly.

Allot of people have mentioned it, but I am also a fan of the Safeword pause menu. It's a nice and comforting touch, especially when the game can get so intense. It lets players take a breather if they need it, but also doesn't interrupt the intensity/mood of the game for someone who doesn't want a break from the narrative.

Now, onto character specific thoughts!

Cirrus:

IN MY HOUSE WE DON'T BELIEVE IN NOT STARTING OUT STRONG

Shout outs for having your asexual option in the dating sim be. The kinkiest guy there

Cirrus is a bit too intense for me, however, that is NOT a bad thing in the slightest. I think his route is well done for those who are up for his brand of intensity.

I might still play his route because. damn this boy's issues got me curious about his backstory. ($10 on mommy issues)

I had the hardest time getting to Cirrus's good end during my playthrough because having pretty much any self-preservation instinct around Cirrus gives you a bad/neutral ending. He's the only one I had to pull the guide out to get the best ending. (I think I'm just too sassy)

I get medusa vibes from Cirrus. The snake imagery is more likely tied to the lunar church, but his staunch reluctance to take his own mask off makes me wonder (this is mainly referenced in asks answered by the Rotten Raccoon studios). Refusal to let people see his eyes + snakes + power + slightly unnatural abilities to influence is, something.

I am shaking this man like a snowglobe WHAT IS YOUR DEAL I MUST KNOW MORE

(I am. metaphorically shaking him like a snowglobe. I would never shake this man im terrified)

CONCLUSION: Most likely to shame you for your anime choices. Least likely to be normal about it when you ask for help peeling an orange.

Keir:

HERE COMES BIG MAN

yeah he's tied for favorite right now. the slow burn in his plot is just too good? big man....freckles...secret soft side...im weak

he's so nice I keep forgetting. He kind of kidnaps you? not even kind of he just drags you off the street and goes "you live in my house now". Even Griff calls MC a stray early on. My man really said "Here's a convenient lost human I'm dragging them home now"

oh my GOD they were ROOMATES

I definitely was too nice to him in my first playthrough until I realized he does need (and want) to be sassed to death.

this man is like 6'6 and the canon-ish Vesper height from the CG is 5'4. THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE. This kills the man (me)

The sprite of Keir's ears blushing SENDS ME INTO A FRENZY

I quite liked the gameplay style of Keir's route. I was so focused and invested as soon as I realized I needed to remember specific directions to save the heist group during timed decisions

Something I haven't seen discussed yet: I'm mega curious about the dagger Keir has on his outfit. It's specifically pointed out in text that it's high-quality, and I vaguely remember an ask that Rotten Raccoons answered that said it's a status symbol. (The dagger also just looks SO cool. and....it looks like Francesco's...?)

(My bet is that he either 1. stole it. or 2. got it from Oleander during their tryst (WHICH WE ALSO NEED TO TALK ABOUT-))

CONCLUSION: Most likely to be gifted a "WORLD'S BEST DAD" mug from his similarly-aged peers. Least likely to live down that one time he ate soap because he thought it was edible.

Francesco:

someone keep the "silver dust" away from this lad im scared

Originally, I was least looking forward to playing Francesco's route since I just wasn't interested in his initial concept. After playing his route though? It was excellently done, and I genuinely had fun. It was refreshing to have a character more naive than Vesper, so more cultural aspects were explained and we got a good alternate perspective on the marketplace. Also, it got REAL spicy in new and exciting ways the other chapters didn't. I'm really looking forward to the next chapters with his route!

I totally love the contrasts in his design and his character. He's got both bright red and blue highlights in his design, his outfit is very pointy and angular while his hair/smile is soft and flow-y.

And in his personality, he's both sweet and open, but extremely cagey about some information, and quite pragmatic when he wants to be. I think he's way smarter than he lets on.

that doesn't mean I don't want to bridal carry him and tuck him into bed at night after a all-nighter party

I do think Fran's slightly looser demeanor could lead to him being even more brutal than the other LI's. Remember that one anime clip (Found it, it's this one from Danshi Koukousei) where a group of friends wants to fight for fun, but one of the friends asks why they need rules in a fight? And said friend is shown like secretly holding a rock and was ready to use it? that's Fran. He would not have chill and does not heed the rules.

"Protect the boy", but mostly to prevent him from tasting blood. Because if that happens we're all fucked

CONCLUSION: Most likely to eat that M&M off the ground because you dared him. Least likely to beat the puppy allegations.

Oleander:

Oleander is tied for favorite with Keir. Oleander is just *chefs kiss* LOOK AT HIM. inscrutable......

Somewhere in an ask answered by Rotten Raccoons studio, they mentioned that for Oleander's route, they were going for a "Sexy boss situation that doesn't feel like a work safety violation". They hit that right on the nose; there's intrigue and a power imbalance, but in a non-restrictive or terrifying way.

I love being involved in the business part of his route. I keep making decisions like "Hmm yes my primary goal is to romance Oleander. But what would be the smartest business move here? How do we advance our agenda?"

Also, I do love playing a sexy evil secretary in a vn. love having a job and being evil at it AND being paid money. 10/10

That dance scene is everything I could have ever wanted no notes

I am fascinated to find out more about what he's been up to since his last trek into the marketplace. Seems like people are trying to kill him all the time anyway, so what would be enough to cause him to leave?

he's like an angler fish, but the lure is his booba

I relate to Oleander in that. I have too many online usernames because I can't stick with one. People get my 800 online names mixed up often. He has the same problem, we're basically twinsies

This man is pretending to be a himbo like his life depends on it (It probably does). He's too smart though, I know for a fact he has at least three different schemes going at any given time.

CONCLUSION: Most likely to be able to help you properly lace a corset (this man knows the boot-to-the-back necessity of the process). Least likely to be allowed to be banker during monopoly night.

Vesper:

black mask enjoyer 4 life

(all three are good I just wanted to say which one I picked. And to add my conclusion section)

CONCLUSION: Most likely to get their shit rocked by a falling piano. Least likely to survive an argument about pineapple on pizza.

Concerns:

With how separate the four routes are, the game could potentially feel like four separate visual novels all in one universe. Maybe I haven't played enough VN's, but there is a feeling of separation between the routes.

In the very beginning of the game, when you're picking your route, I wish there was a bit more heads up/information between who you're picking. For example, I had a rough idea that going into the church is where you'd find Cirrus, but only from information outside the game. I didn't know sticking around for the brawl would push you into Kier's route. It's overall pretty vague to which route you're going based on only in-game information.

Misc thoughts:

Vesper: "How are you going to keep me?? ;)" Keir and Oleander: "crimes" Vesper: "Wh-" Keir and Oleander: "you're an accomplice now congrats we're in this together. wanna get drinks"

catch my socially anxious ass wanting to be under the mountain and wear masks so I don't have to make eye contact with strangers all the time. at least its a fun thought to have when I mask for covid

OKAY FRANCESCO AND KEIR'S DAGGER MATCH? AND ARE RED/BLUE LIKE FRANCESCOS OUTFIT? DOES IT MEAN ANYTHING??? probably not but I do like the pretty knives....

For real, I got the brain worms for this game, I'm on the edge of making a big ol playlist. the headcannons? They go on my friend. they go on. I'm laying awake at night thinking about what each character would order at a coffee shop

by the time I publish this post. I did start working on the playlist

yes, I've also designed my own vesper, its such a prime opportunity for character design.

Obscura also may or may not have inspired me to get involved with an otome jam game team, more on that in the future possibly.....

OVERALL: I got the first chapter/demo of Obscura for free from Itchio/steam. High marks for writing, sound, art, game design, all of it! I am on the edge of my seat waiting for CH2.

TL;DR: If you haven't played it, and love spicy and dark stories, go play it! Part one is free! and fantastic.

Itch.io

Steam

[maladaptivewritings]

Wicked Woman

Summary: Soap comes home, seeing that his little sister's best friend is staying during their spring break.

TW: General C.O.D activities, Catholicism, Cain instinct

Y/N: Early-mid twenties, College student, Maybe has siblings? not-catholic reader

word count 1.2k

"Do you ever shut up?" Theresa jeered at her brother, sapphire blue eyes darting across the small coffee-table.

" 'M fully convinced that Ma paid to get'cha to graduate." The oaf of a man scoffed as he slammed his last card on the table. Two hours of Uno led to this, as his laugh echoed off the walls. Theresa's back fell to the floor, her sigh following Soap's celebration.

"'Kay bubble boy." Her hand caressing her freckled temples, interrupting the man's lap around the table. He paused, and as you laid atop Theresa's bed.

Stone-Gray eyes meet your own, soon turning towards your best friend. Pulling yourself from where you were perched upon, you try to avoid the conflict about to occur. You didn't want to deal with being a human shield for either if things got nasty. By the time you had gotten to the door, you had realized how quiet the room became.

You wanted to turn around and see the stalemate that began, but self-preservation was stronger. Closing the door before you heard a thunk against the wall. Curses were muffled but Theresa's frustration was clear as she stormed out.

"You Good?" You inquired, her face red from loosing. This was the fifth loss today, no matter the game nor the player. Her huff was enough as you backed away. Johnny's laugh cueing you into what occurred.

"Dinnae worry about her lass, I just dropped ice on 'er." His voice holding back laughs."'Tch she's such'a baby."

You stifle your own laughs, that was your best friend, but she was a drama queen. His wry smile stirred at the pit of your stomach as the chuckles escaped your lips. Content with the fact he made you laugh, he ruffles your hair, disappearing into one of the many rooms as he left.

Theresa's return was now a 180, leftover's stolen from the fridge in her hands as she and you return to her room. The warm light of her lamp caressed your face as you sat with her. She ranted and raved about how annoying her brother was, and why did he have to come here of all places when on his break. Spring break was not going according to her plans. This rant was hours, mindlessly listening as you scrolled on your phone. The evening sun peeking through the window pulled you from this hypnosis, soon following the call that dinner was done.

The table stocked with family and friends as Joesph and James heps their mother set up. You had no clue who half of these people were, or what was for dinner as you sat between Theresa and a younger girl.

"Oh Tati, that's y/n" Theresa explained, the girl shared the striking blue eyes that all the boys shared. Wild curls pulled back as she nodded.

"Y/n dear, thats Tatiana." The matriarch of the McTavish's dotted. "Theresa, use her name, 've told ya this."

Rolling her eyes once more as they situated themselves, than Mama 'McTavish begins prayer.

FUCK

Everyone bows their head, you follow fidgeting with the tablecloth as you try to follow along. Most of the table's eyes closed as your own dart amongst the crowd, besides John's of course. A snort escapes him as he sees the shock on your face, eyes now squeezing shut to pretend you no-part of his mess. You could almost feel the hole being burned into his head by his mother.

Dinner was long, and grueling. Talking to strangers was not a strong-suit of yours, at all. Neither was deciphering accents as strong as these, you silently nodded along to the conversation. Head held low, both literally and figuratively as you hid from the crowd. You felt like a kid at the adult table, despite the fact teen you set beside doing better than yourself.

You counted; first the photos on the wall 19, than awards won 12 soon followed by the people at the table 15, finally crosses worn. You had made it to 9.

Eye contact, as you made it to Johnny. Eyes already focused in on you. You wanted to melt away in your seat, seemingly he did to,

"Um, Mrs. McTavish I can do the dishes while everyone catches up." Your offer posed, an escape attempt. As the woman smiles, you notice your counter want to drown in his jacket.

"Oh dear, your too kind. This is a lot though hinny." Thin lips disclose, as she wants to accept your subtle escape.

"I can help 'ma." John quipped along, soon getting a jab in the rib by Joesph. This whole dinner was for his return, and the twin's didn't want attention on either of them ofcourse.

"My sweet boy, you shouldn't runoff so quick." His mother retorted, her voice is cavity-causing as she tried to hold him longer.

"I insist," He said now making his way towards the woman. You stood in the doorway, unable to remove yourself from this mess. "Shouldn't make a lady do all' tha work." He lightly presses a kiss on his mother's forehead, shooting a glance at his brother. Always the favorite.

The both of you sat in that kitchen, loading and scraping plates. The only noise coming from the next room

"Should I make coffee?" Y/n's voice broke this.

Johnny raised an eyebrow at the thought, as if asking to elaborate.

"Feels right, y'know...Just wondering" The quiet was killing you, maybe you should have just stayed on campus for the break.

"I'd could have a cup." He nodded, grabbing the grounds from the top shelf, his shirt riding up as he reached. He set up the coffee-machine, yeah he was stealing your task once again.

"Seriously?" You contended,"I can't have one thing I can do alone." Tossing your hands in the air as you finish the last dish. He smiled simply waiting for you to crack.

"Y'know what nevermind asshole." Your hushed tone, only audible to him as you splashed the dish water onto him.

That was it.

Until he splashed you. Suds in your hair as you turn around, malice in your eyes.

"Nevermind what? 'eh bonnie?" He quoted, eyes narrowed in like a dog wanting to play. You, of all people up against him? The feral racoon of a man?

You slung a wet rag at him, tripping yourself from the water now spattered on the floor as you ran. Luckily he slipped too.

Everyone in the dining room clueless as you ran throughout the house, quietly cursing as you roamed this maze of a home. Tonight you would be Theseus, and beat this bull.

You reached the last room, no more to wind in and out of in a Scooby-Doo chase. Johnny stood at the exit, eyes watching your every move.

This was his job, this is why he was called Soap. It was funny for you to think you could escape the cold thwap of the dishrag that he himself received. The one thing he didn't think of though was how long it'd take for y/n to fall behind the door, and the fact that he couldn't break it down.

The conspiratorial grin that crossed your face as your plan was put into place.

Steps on the stairs,

Soap turns, the door closes, and his sister-in-law slips by to use the restroom. You had vanished into one of the many rooms.