#that was only like two days after release and people were already being toxic in QUICK PLAY

[edgepunk]

glad you guys are having fun but idc about m*rvel r*vals

[jmstoesblog]

Toxic

Pairing: bf!Jungkook x gf!reader

Summary: You’re fed up with your boyfriend—Jungkook— and want to break up with him.

released: 03.04.24

Warnings: toxic relationship, Jungkook’s an ass, unprotected sex, making out, swearing, dirty talk (?), degradation, reader passes out, not proofread!!

Wc:

Note: it didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to. I might change the ending since i don’t like it.

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People are dancing, smoking, drinking, talking and having fun…. while you’re sitting at a booth alone.

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend— Jungkook— entertaining some blond girl. He’s shamelessly flirting with her in your presence. You both came here together wanting to let off some steam as it had been a bad day for both of you. Work was really tiring and you just wanted to relax but your boyfriend suggested to go to a club to get your mind off of work. It was a shitty day for him too.

“I’ll get us a drink, yeah? I’ll be back in a minute.”

You snort, shaking your head at his words.

Now look where he is, letting some random girl— that’s not even his type, you might add— touch him. Every time he says something she laughs and either touches his biceps, thighs or shoulder.

People, friends, your parents, they all have been telling you to not get with him. He’s bad. Honestly they were right, he screams fuckboy. From his personality to his slutty body. His broad shoulders, his chest that is getting bigger every day, he might have more man boobies than you. His biceps, his toned abs and tummy down to his thick, muscular thighs.

Not to forget his tatts and piercings. He has an eyebrow piercing, two lip rings and like six earrings on each ear. He always wears jewelry. Chains, bracelets, rings…

His style is very simple. He wears oversized, comfy black clothes. He wears chunky black boots amd lastly rides a Harley.

He has taken you on dates with his motorcycle a lot of times. You’d grips his waist for dear life every time he’d speed up ( which he does intentionally, so you’d hug him tighter)

You have no doubt that he loves you, it’s just the way he acts or the things he says…..

You two have been on and off, mainly because of him and his foul mouth.

You remember him calling you a bitch in an argument a while ago. The first red flag of many.

He hurt you with his words a lot.

“You’re a good for nothing little whore!”

“Y/n! Stop being such a bitch!”

“Is that all you can do!? Crying is the only thing you can do?”

“Shut the fuck up! Your voice is so annoying!”

You know he loves you but his actions hurt you.

His love for you is toxic.

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“Where are you going?”

“Why do you care? Go back to that girl. I bet she’s missing you already.”

“Baby, don’t leave. We were having so much fun!”

You halt on your steps and turn around, facing him, “No Jungkook. You were having fun.”

“You were entertaining her while I, your girlfriend, was waiting for you at that fucking booth! So tell me Jungkook, how were we having fun!? Huh?”

“Don’t be like that, y/n.” He tries grabbing your hand but you quickly pull away, “It was harmless flirting.” He states with a blank face.

Your jaw drops to the ground. You’re about to say something but decide not to.

“Don’t leave, baby! Where are you going!?” Jungkook yells after you as you walk away, “I’m done with you Jungkook! Leave me alone!” You yell at him, not stopping walking.

You pick up your pace after hearing his footsteps behind you. You start running and he eventually catches you, throwing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing.

He makes sure to pull your dress down and rest his hand there. So nobody can even get a glance.

“What the hell!? Put me dow—“

He abruptly slammed you against a wall, you groan in pain, “shut the fuck up! Just shut up!” He lowly whispers. You’re completely still after that. You do not want to provoke him. You know how he is when he is angry.

He’s already very mad. He glares at you for a few seconds, “you’re just making it harder for yourself.” He says, his hand traveling from your waist to your throat, the other one, firmly wrapped around your waist.

“So just keep quiet,” he tilts his head, “yeah?”

His hand squeezes your throat when you don’t immediately answer, he squints his eyes at you, daring you to not answer. You nod, breathing heavily. He pokes his tongue in his inner cheek and briefly looks away and back at you, “use your fuckin’ words! Or are you unable to form a simple sentence!?” His grip tightens.

You claw at his hands, trying to pry his hand off you, “s- sto-op I c…ant breath…” he gives you another squeeze and finally takes his hand off you. He grabs your wrist and drags you with him, towards his car.

You try catching your breath again as your panting hard.

He did it again.

He chocked you again.

A few months ago, during an argument, he chocked you, for the first time. You gave him the silent treatment until he dropped down on his knees and begged you for forgiveness while crying.

Your poor heart cant see him crying, so you forgave him instead of leaving him.

But he’s not always been like this.

You love him too much to leave him.

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You flinch when he slams the car door shut, he angrily walks over to your side and opens the door, “out.” Once you get out, he slams it shut and drags you to the door.

Oh no, no, no…

Even if you love him, it’s not good for the both of you, so you want to end it here. You should have ended the relationship a long time ago.

You grab his arm with your free hand, “stop Jungkook!”

You regret everything, as he only stands there, back facing you, not uttering a word.

What feels like an entirety comes to an end as he slowly turns around and raises his pierced brow.

“Please stop….” You meekly beg.

Jungkook just stares at you, he sighs annoyed after a few seconds, “Get. in. the. house.” He puts pressure on every word.

He leaves you standing there as he gets inside, “okay y/n, you can do this. Just tell him the truth without peeing yourself.”

“Let’s end this, forever…..”

You mumble and walk into the house.

As you step foot into the house, you notice it’s quiet, very quiet. You gulp, your heart racing with fear. What will he say? What will he do? Will he accept you wanting to break up with him?

Where will you go?

You live with him in his apartment. Only after a few months of dating he asked you to move in with him. Who were you to deny him? You were so madly in love with him, not noticing the red flags.

It’s not like you don’t have money. You work, but do not get paid as much as Jungkook does. But you do have some money stashed away. You cannot buy a house or an apartment with it, but stay at a hotel meanwhile. Or at your friends.

You could stay at your parents, but you don’t want to worry them, knowing how much they love Jungkook.

“What the hell y/n?” Jungkook breaks you out of your thoughts, “what was that stunt you pulled back there?”

Fighting with Jungkook was…… something.

It either led to angry sex, ignoring each other or breaking up.

It was mostly him who apologized after arguments. He’d give you nice flowers and take you out.

And you’d blindly forgive him. Every. Time.

You were— are— madly in love with him.

You furrow your brows in anger, “What? The fuck, Jeon? Are you even listening to yourself? I’m your girlfriend yet you were flirting with someone else in my presence!”

“Are you ever going to grow out of your fuckboy phase!? The fact that I lasted so long with you surprises me! You flirt— you entertain other woman while you have a girlfriend! Do you know how it makes me feel?”

You keep yelling at him, “It wouldn’t surprise me if you have already cheated on me!”

(Don’t worry y’all, he hasn’t.)

Jungkook licks his lips and bites them right after. It’s been several minutes and you’ve been yelling at him.

It’s turning him on. You yelling at him like that. After just a few minutes he got a boner. The way your brows furrow, you calling him every insult there is.

It makes him fucking hard.

“Will you say something now!?” You yell at him after your rant. You noticed he’s been quiet and hasn’t said a word to you.

Which is not Jungkook at all. He always talks back. Always.

“You done?” He calmly asks in his deep voice, you catch a tint of amusement in his tone.

You scoff, “Have you even been listening to me!?”

He smiles.

A smile that is clearly mocking you.

The audacity he has! Well you’re about to wipe that smile away.

“I want to break up!”

It happens so fast.

He was suddenly pinning you to the wall with his hand around your throat, he wasn’t holding you tight. His other hand was in your hair.

“And why is that?” He chuckles darkly, “saw me with some female and now you want to break up?” He starts laughing.

“Yes,” you hiss once he stops laughing, “you’re disrespectful, demanding and a freak.”

“Oh? I’m the problem now?” He comes closer, “you’re the one that’s insecure.” He has a lazy grin on his face.

He is not taking this seriously. Is this a joke to him?

“God, Jungkook! You’re not even taking this seriously! You’re so—“

He kisses you.

Jungkook kisses the life out of you. And you don’t resist, you kiss him back with the same force. Jungkook’s hand travels from your hair to your waist, squeezing it a few times during the make out. His other hand remains on your throat.

You wrap your legs around his waist and he rests his hand on your ass while still making out. Kissing sounds are the only thing hear throughout the whole house.

He takes you to the couch and lays you down, your legs still circling his waist, but now hanging loosely around ‘em.

“You think I’d cheat on you?” He mumbles while kissing up your leg, “I’d never.” He presses a chaste kisses to your clothes center.

“No, I didn’t mean that— mhm.” He yanks your panties and throws them somewhere on the floor. He dives right in between your legs and your lips part before letting out a gasp.

You grip the couch so hard your knuckles start to turn white, Jungkook takes notice of that and places your hands in his hair.

Jungkook runs his tongue up and down your slit, you pull on his hair and he lets out a grunt, “fuck you, Jungkook, seriously.” You manage to say, his tongue is just so good, “yeah? I’m about to.” He answers and gives your pussy a smack.

“Ouch,” you wince in pain.

He smirks, “you know i love you, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” You roll your eyes, “I love you too.” You mumble, not looking at him.

You hear him let out a chuckle before toring apart the rest of the clothes, you gasp and hit his shoulder, “Jungkook!”

“What? You don’t need them now.” He answers so easily with a lazy smirk on his face.

You purse your lips and look away, Jungkook starts rubbing your pussy while leaving hickeys on your collarbone and neck. Your hands pull at his hair and he groans in your neck.

Jungkook has a hair pulling kink. He likes having his hair pulled during sex.

You start bucking against his hand and he bites your neck gently, “You’re so desperate, huh?” He says, amusement evident in his tone.

You unzip his pants and slide them down along with his boxers. His length springs free, slapping against his stomach. His dick is standing proudly with cum leaking out of his head, the head is slightly red.

You bite your lip upon seeing his big, veiny shaft, Jungkook smirks in response, his ego rising. He takes his dick in his hand and starts pumping himself, his eyes closed.

Jungkook moans in pure bliss. He opens his eyes and looks at you while jerking himself off, “come here.” He breathes out.

You move closer, laying completely under him. He pokes your pussy with his dick, “put it in now!” You’re getting impatient.

Jungkook raises his pierced brow, “shut up.” He growls and pushes himself in you, in one go. You both moan in pleasure, “you’re so tight. Didn’t know I didn’t fuck you for so long.” He is strechting you out so good.

You wrap your legs around his waist again, squeezing him a few times with your legs, but he doesn’t mind. Your arms are hanging loosely around his neck.

“Feels good, baby?” He asks, thrusting into you.

“Y..yes…”

He scoffs, “so good, huh? You can barely talk.” He laughs, “am I making you feel that good?” He pulls you up by your shoulders, “tell me how good I make you feel. Go on.”

You’re blinded by all the pleasure, “so g-good!” You gasp out, “yeah? You’re making me feel good too.” He doesn’t stop pounding into you.

You moan at his words, your praise kink being fed.

“You feel so good, baby. Your pussy is wrapping itself around my cock so good.” He moans, praising you more.

He leans down, pressing more kisses to your lips.

“Kook too much!” You cry.

“Too much?” He scoffs, “that’s what you get, you wanted to leave me.” He cups your face, “you can’t leave me. You’re mine.” He pecks your lips.

“My baby.” He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. He keeps thrusting into you, his pace getting faster by the seconds.

His thrusts get sloppy after sometime and he cums in you.

He looks at you, “Gotta make sure you never leave me.” He mumbles while cleaning himself up. After throwing the dirty tissues in the bin he wears his pants and cleans you up.

Well…. Since you couldn’t, because you’re passed out.

Jungkook admires you for a few minutes before cleaning you up. You’re naked laying on his couch with his cum leaking out of you.

“Love you.” He mumbles pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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Do NOT copy or translate.

Thank you for reading 💕

Masterlist

[lightwing-s]

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊__ 𝐘𝐎𝐔

pairing: jason todd x villain! fem! reader

summary: there should be a clear hatred for those you fight against, but nobody told y/n and jason about it.

rating: 16+

word count: pasmem 8,2k warnings: sex jokes, heavy make out session, foreplay

a/n: it took me long, but i hope this long ass post makes up for all the time it took me to write it. i really hope you enjoy this one, as i had a lot o fun writing it, and please let me know what you think about it once you're done reading ♡.

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! ♡

pt ii

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… Explosion at the Yacht Basin. The Tiffany is being exhibited. Hurry.

“Just two miles south.” Jason responded. “On my way.”

Speeding up his motorcycle on the busy and wet streets of Gotham, Jason makes a sudden u-turn and heads back in the opposite direction he was once going. Swerving around the cars, trucks and other motorcycles, he hears back honks and curse words be thrown at him, but he doesn’t care. The adrenaline has woken his body. He can even feel the air blowing on his face, even behind the scarlet helmet composing his vigilante outfit.

He had been starving for action all night. His body needed it. Bruce had been an asshole. Roy had been an even worse ass, and there were tons of other people that had been pissing him off all day. All this built up anger made his body beg for some sort of release, he needed this extra energy gone, and punching someone on the face seemed like a very plausible solution to his problem. 

Failing to follow his own mind, telling him to be more careful with his driving after the last incident — that had him not being able to rise from his bed from how much pain his body was in —, he drove so fast his speedometer was hitting it’s other end. He’d definitely get scolded for it at any minute by Barbara through the coms, and not being in the mood for that, he turned his communication off.

As he got closer to the marina, the smoke and fire became more and more evident through the gaps between all the skyscrapers surrounding the road. Pinkish flames flaring up here and there, climbing up the marina’s main building, and releasing smoke fuchsia toned. Upon that sight, Jason’s blood began to boil even hotter than it already was, and if possible, he sped up even more.

Recently, pink flames could only mean one thing in Gotham: Cupid. New psycho in town, got this name from Carmine Falcone himself, for her love to use crossbows and arrows and the hazed state his men were left by the mere sight of her face. Having had the displeasure of meeting her countless times, Jason knew her face pretty well, even if  she kept  it’s bottom mostly covered. And he was glad she did, as he could not stand the smirk planted on her lips as she managed to piss him off to no end.

She was a good thief, fast and stealthy, to the point one could have her in his hands but blink a little too slow and lose her to the shadows. Smart enough to keep herself out of the records for months, misdirecting her actions to random people, until one she had an accidental run into Robin and Spoiler when leaving Gotham’s Museum of Antiquities with a full bag of stolen artifacts and no sound coming from any of the alarms. 

Also, she was really annoying, knowing just the right things to say and do to get under Jason’s skin. And she would linger there for longer than he’d like to admit.

Also, she was really annoying, knowing just the right things to say and do to get under Jason’s skin. And she would linger there for longer than he’d like to admit.

Scared citizens still ran out of the building when he got there, coughing and barely being able to breath due to the exposure to the toxic smoke. Leaving them in the care of the firefighters that had arrived a bit sooner than he did, he darted inside. Knowing pretty well how his opponent worked at this point in time, he got to the room where he was certain he'd find her.

Displays of very expensive jewelry filled the otherwise empty room. It was dark, but the few lights that came in from the glass ceiling — from the moon, the street lamps and the fire burning outside — hit the jewels and the stones, who in turn reflected them beautifully making an almost perfect show of lights that could make many nightclub owners out there feel pretty jealous of the image they could never replicate. Almost perfect because right where he stood he could see the central piece of the exhibit was missing, the big yellow diamond out of sight.

No alarm sounds, no security system activated.

“Looking for this?” asked a voice from behind him, soft, sultry and mysterious. What wasn’t soft, though, was the clicking sound of a pistol unlocking and being settled at the nape of his neck. “Don’t worry, I won’t shoot. I like you too much to hurt you, Red. And also, I don’t want to ruin your face before I get the chance to see it with my own eyes.” 

“Give back the diamond, Cupid” he demanded through gritted teeth.

“Oh, they have so many here, they won’t notice I only took one.”

With a swift movement, Jason threw his arm back with force and locked Cupid’s arm under his own, making her drop the gun somewhere far he could only see through the side of his eyes. Now, facing the villain, he kept her arm tightly wrapped around his, somewhat careful to not hurt it while keeping  control of the situation.

“I thought guns weren’t your thing.” he said, tightening his hold and making her groan.

“I’m keen on exploring new kinks” she replied. “C’mon, Red! We don’t need this. We’re friends, I can send you a gift card once I sell this to the black market” and with an even quicker movement, Cupid released her arm from Red Hood’s grip and spun around, kicking at his face. Jason dodged it and threw a punch at her that she also skipped, though only for mere inches.

Hitting the back of his knee with another kick, the villain managed to make the hooded hero fall to his knees for a brief moment,  giving her an opportunity to run out of the room. Jason darted after her straight away, following her through the corridors and up the stairs, then reaching the glass ceiling of the exhibit. She ran with ease on top of the steel bars holding the glass up, opening a gap between the two of them as Jason, much larger and heavier,  had more difficulty in doing the same.

Soon, they exchanged the glass ceiling for a concrete roof when they got on top of the neighboring room. Chasing her dark suited body, he managed to shorten their distance a little when she jumped a small gap and fell onto another building, him not taking long and getting there as well. It was the main structure on fire, the heat from below reaching his forearms, the only part of his body left exposed, unprotected by his jacket.

“Into fire play, Cupid?”

“Ha!” she laughed at his joke, throwing her head back mid run. “Works as a great distraction.” she shrugged.

She was certainly faster than him, reaching the end of that building much sooner, lowering down and grabbing a bag that must have been left there beforehand. Out of it, she took her pistol sized crossbow and turned to him. Not wanting to get shot, Jason zigzagged his way to  her, trying to run as  fast as he could. 

After the sound of the weapon activating, an arrow flew right by his shoulder, cutting a string on his leather jacket. Strike one, thought the vigilante. Nobody does that to his jacket. 

This time aiming the gun at the higher building, she shot it and the arrow hooked on the stair house wall. Finally reaching the end of his run and almost at arm’s range with the thief, he jumped in her direction, trying to catch her mid flight, but only just touching the sole of her boots. She was up in the air, flying to the other building, and landed on it with gracious ease, as a pretty bird landed on someone’s finger.

“Pray to catch me, Red” she taunted him once she settled on the other side of the tall gap.

Groaning in frustration, he threw off his jacket, incredibly hot to the touch from being near the fire, and feeling a sting of pain hit his shoulder as he noticed a bleeding wound adrenaline didn’t allow him to see earlier in the same spot his sleeve had been laying on.

“Oh, Red.” she screamed at him, attracting his attention. “I swear you couldn’t turn me on more than you already did, but wow!” sliding her back down the wall of the stair house, she sat on the floor, her legs slightly spread in his direction.

“Shut up!” he screamed back, all his build up frustration sounding through it.

“Oooh come make me…” she moaned, throwing her head back, exposing her glistening neck. Anger blew through his nose, and standing on the edge of the roof, Jason took his grappling gun from his utility belt and aimed it at top of where her arrow still stood. Being soared into the air, he was mere inches from reaching the parapet when he felt his body lose all weight and descend to the floor. His heart fell just as hard, as he noticed the cut wire that once held him up slide right past his face.

However, when he thought the floor was his only destination at that point, strong arms held onto his own, keeping him from falling. 

“Thought I was gonna let you die in front of me?” questioned that same sultry voice.

“You fucking cut the wire! What did you want me to think?” he replied, grinding his teeth.

“I removed your hook from the wall” she corrected, matter of factly. “And I did it so we could have a little fun. It was getting boring up here. All alone”

The seductive way she finished her sentence made Jason’s voice put up and look directly  at her face. Her lowered eyebrows and the pout she had on her bottom lip — plumb, red and glossy ones — made his stomach turn. Strike two, I hate pouty lips.

Using his free arm to grab onto the railing, he forced his body up with her assistance. He put one of his legs over the parapet and managed to finally set his feet on the ground. He shouldn’t have been affected by what happened. He was used to heights, he knew he could shoot his grappling gun again, he knew nothing would happen. Yet, it did affect me. 

His heart was beating fast, his breath caught in his throat. Laying his hand on his tights, he tried to steady his it, to relax his shoulders, and ease his body back to normal. For a brief moment, he imagined himself falling into the fire, the image of being consumed by it scaring him way too much.

“Here, big boy. Take a seat” Cupid forced him on his butt and made him rest his head on the railing. “Jesus, you’re not into rope play? Noted.”

Clicking her tongue, she lowered herself to his level and placed one hand on his knee.

“Really… I want to kill you.” he shook his head, removing his hands from under hers.

“Thought your killing days were over, Red.” she stated, hands going to her waist. “Sadly, it’s not gonna be tonight you get to realize your dream.” 

Standing up and wasting no time, Cupid grabbed her crossbow, unloaded it and hit it against the back of his ear — or where she assumed it rested inside the helmet. The clicking of metal into metal echoed in his ears, making him lose his senses for a bit. 

It seemed like it wouldn’t stop, the sound reverberating under the helmet. He tried to stand up, but his balance was poor, nearly making him fall once again. Holding his head, he tried to stop the sound, but it was useless. Taking off the helmet was a no no, even if the clear best solution to his pain.

Deciding that loosening it might make the situation better, he pressed the button that would free his skull, but he did not remove the helmet from it’s place. Not long after, the agonizing noise came to a halt, his sight stopped spinning, and he finally could stand up just fine.

But Cupid was gone. Lost to the night, and not a single sign she was even up there with him at some point could be spotted around.

If he hadn’t accumulated frustration enough all night until this point, he was sure that now he had reached maximum storage. Punching the wall, he let go of some of it, but certainly not enough.

Three nights ago, Jason let Cupid escape. Three nights ago, Jason got scolded by Bruce for letting the Tiffany diamond go missing. Three nights ago, he could only think of one thing, and that thing has stayed in his mind ever since.

Tonight though, he would finally put an end to his mental torture.

The heavy sound of rain soon faded as he entered the batcave’s tunnel system, being then exchanged by the echoing sound of his engine against the hollow corridors. The darkness and the cold of that place once made him extremely uncomfortable, but after so long visiting those places, he felt embraced by it, and the solitude, the feeling of leaving the whole world behind, turning it off of his head,  made him feel at home.

Underground, he found the metro trails of Gotham’s subway system. This first one he spotted was from an old abandoned line, a new one had been set to finish its construction by the late 2000s, but that clearly did not reach that goal, now resting here, forgotten. 

Driving through the empty tunnels, following the directions his computer board had given him, and reaching the marked spot on his screen, he made his motorcycle come to a stop, turning it off, getting down from it and making the rest of his way on foot.

He didn’t really know what he was looking for, but he was warned by Oracle of an explosion caught by the radar. The smell of smoke was present during his ride, but there was no sight  of fire. Leaving his headlights on, it helped him find his footing around the area, where he could barely see the tubes and wires drawing parallel lines on the concrete walls, nor the weird engravings he had no idea who — and how — had put them  there. Standing still, he quieted his breathing and took some time to listen. 

The howling of the wind, the timed buzzing of electricity running through the cables and the distant sound of trains following their course filled Jason’s ear, but something else caught his attention. It was the slight sound of rocks moving to his left that made him turn around and face exactly who he wanted to see.

At the blink of an eye, he had her under his gun’s aim.

“Certainly, this terrain doesn’t favor me at all, does it Red?” she taunted, hands held up in the air like a culprit caught by the police. This time, she had her regular all black attire on, but had no mask and wore a hooded  jacket, much like his own. “What do you think? Does it suit me?”

“Where’s the fucking diamond?”

“Sold to the black market. Is this all you can talk about?”

She was quick. She had to be, a diamond as expensive as the Tiffany wouldn’t last long in her hands if word got around she still had it for this long. He knew she had to have a buyer even before stealing it. Yet, Jason innocently thought he could have gotten to her before she managed to trade it.

“Didn’t know you were working for Cobblepot…” he questioned. He had been sent here because they knew Penguin was out and about, planning something for some time, but that they weren’t sure on what it was. Finding her here meant she was somewhat involved in his business, and he didn’t know why and how that was made possible.

“Working with Cobblepot” she cut him off, rolling her eyes in annoyance. “And not by choice.”

“For what then? Doesn’t seem to me like he’s the best match for your skill set.” he commented, interested in knowing why this pairing was ever formed. Penguin was a crime boss who would steal everything and anything that could get him richer, and he had worked with some of the best along the years, although not the best partner they had ever had. Yet working alongside a Cupid seemed especially strange this time, as she had only been on their records for a couple months, and Penguin isn’t much keen on working alongside new flesh. And also, from the little bit he knew about her, she preferred working alone.

“For I have no other choice.” she answered, and he could have sworn her voice had a little crack somewhere between those words. “I guess I should’ve picked a buyer more carefully. Next time I try to sell some stolen goods I’ll have that in mind.” she threw her shoulders back and continued. “Beginners curse. I’ll learn things through time and find the right people who I can trust. I did find you after all, right Daddy?”

Say what?!  she caught him off guard. What did she just fucking call me?

“I’m not your fucking Da…” lowering his gun, grunting, he stoped himself from saying the last word.

“Oh? Why can’t you say it?” she mused, excited by his excitation from saying the word. “Say it!”

“Stop.”

“Say it, Red.” she challenged.

“No!” he screamed back, while she continued to taunt him. At a distance, his ears heard the succinct sound of a train coming in their direction and he started to notice the peebles jumping up on the ground. He also noticed Cupid standing right at the middle of the railing tracks. “Cupid, get out of there.”

He tried to plead, but she still happily sang to him to repeat the D word. 

“The train is coming! Do you want to die” he got closer, but nothing. She didn’t even flinch at the words train and coming being thrown at her.

“Y/n, move!” he screamed.

“Oh, you know my name?” her eyes widened as she seemed to have grown more excited at the thought he knew her identity. “Only fair you give me yours now.” 

Crossing her arms on her chest like a little child would do to its parents, she continued to ignore Red Hood’s pleas as the train announced itself to them by shining it’s lights in their direction.

“C’mon” he grunted, but she still didn’t move.

“Tell me your name” she sang. 

“Damn it, it’s Jason. Now fucking move.” He was desperate at this point, as she made no indications she was moving out of the way. Fearful, he started walking in her direction.

“Now, say dad-dy…”

“FUCK!” he screamed and rushed his steps. Getting to her, he jumped into the tracks and held her by the arms, dragging her alongside him out of the railway and onto the opposite wall, fast enough to have the train pass behind them and over the spot she was standing on a second later..

“Why didn’t you fucking get out?” he asked, completely exasperated, pushing her away from his hold.

“You wouldn’t let me die would you?” she pouted at him once more, aggravating his nerves and making him moan in frustration. Why is she so fucking difficult?

“I would kill you if I could.” he stated, getting closer to her face.

“What's holding you back? Papa bats wouldn’t let you?” 

Clenching his wrists, trying his best to not throw a punch at her yet and doing his best to hold his anger, he answers through gritted teeth. “I’m past that”

“A mature man”

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re annoying”

“It’s a talent I’ve curated through the years.” she stated, proud of herself for being an irritating little shit.

“What are you doing down here anyway?” he questioned, remembering his job and the orders he had received earlier.

“Ah…” she looked up, as if trying to remember herself. “Distracting you.”

“Huh?”

“Penguin is planning something tonight and told me to take you out of his way.” He didn’t notice she was this close, but her hands were not at his collar. She fixed something in his chest he failed to see a problem with, her hands sliding up and down his chest. 

Shit, Jason thought. He had to get back. 

Grabbing her wrist, he removed her hands from his jacket and threw them far away from him. Turning around, he was dead set into returning to the surface. “Oracle, this was a distraction. Penguin is…”

“...Robbing the entire exhibit  at the Yacht Club.  Yeah, we figured that out. Where were you? Everyone is heading there now.”

“I’m on my way too.” he cut the conversation short, running to his motorcycle.

“Hey, Jay?” he rolled his eyes at the sound of her voice, still walking to his vehicle and getting on top of it. “Could you give me a ride?”

“You gotta be kidding me” he whispered to himself. Looking back at her, arms on her side and big eyes innocencly staring at him, he really wondered if she was being serious or not. What was stopping him from giving her a ride and locking her up afterwards? In fact, that seemed like a very good idea to him. Having her right there, sitting behind him and holding his body, he could be sure she wouldn’t go anywhere…

“My my, you’re actually considering it?” she smirked, breaking him out of his thoughts. “You should go, Red. The sooner you trap Penguin, the sooner I’ll be free.”

And turning her back to him, she disappeared into the darkness once again. This time, he made his way into the shadows right after.

By the time they all had got to the exhibit, the jewels were already gone. 

Penguin’s meticulously crafted plan was a success. He had each and every member of the family busy with different affairs, seemingly unrelated, and within large enough distances to the Yacht Basin, that if anyone was seen moving in its direction, they would have enough time to clear the area before they got there. And everything went as planned. 

They all wondered, how could they have been tricked like that? So under their noses, so obvious looking on the outside. Yet, they were played like little children.

“We are trying to keep this out of the news until we understand how it all happened. The National Museum won’t be happy with this.”

“We’re working on getting as much information as possible, Commissioner. Penguin can’t have gone too far, this fast.” Batman stated. “These jewels are still in Gotham, and we’ll find them.”

“Good. Otherwise the mayor is gonna want both our necks hanging by morning.” Commissioner Gordon replied, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge and fishing for a cigar he knew he had hid somewhere inside his coat’s pocket.

Hearing their conversion from a few feet away, Jason and Dick watched as the two of them said their goodbyes, and Bruce, in his mighty black cape and cowl,  made his way towards the two standing in the corner.

“Are you sure the jewels are still in the city?” Dick questioned, a subtle hint of doubt hidden in his voice, but not daring yet to completely cut this theory out of the question.

“No planes or ships were spotted on the radars. Fleeing the city with millions in gold and jewelry is not going to be easy after the police closed all road exits.” looking back at the Commissioner for a moment, he continued. “Barbara responded that all cameras at the Yacht club were conveniently turned off earlier. But she got a hold of the street vigilance records and caught a truck with suspicious actions coming and going down the street that leads here.”

Walking between Dick and Jason, he ignored their questioning looks and continued.

“I’m taking the batmobile back to the cave. Gather more information on the truck’s route and possible destinations. I need you two on the streets, be my eyes and ears. If anything happens, you need to call me. Immediately” he demanded, blending with the shadows and making his way out of this place, leaving the two brothers all alone.

“I can’t believe Harley was with Penguin on this one.” he heard Dick start. “I was so sure she was trying to break the Joker out of Arkham again. I only realized something was wrong when she was taking too long to take some action .”

His brother’s little adventure with Harley Quinn was at the bottom of the list of things he was interested in at the moment. While he continued to ramble  about it, his mind was constantly drawn back to the tunnels and to her.

The way she could get under his skin so easily was something he couldn’t figure out how and why happened. There was only one other person who could do it as easily, but the Joker had killed him in the past, making the reason for his hatred for the Clown Prince of Gotham completely reasonable. On the other hand, he had only known Cupid for some time, met her less than his finger could count, and she really had not done anything more than antagonize him and actually save his life once.

And also, she was kinda hot. It irked him tremendously to even have thoughts  about this, but he had to be honest with himself and admit — to him only, and nobody else — that he did have a small, very slight, very little, thing for Y/n. But that was all physical, he only thought she was insanely attractive. She could work her body and her words, clearly, and he was just stupidly  weak to have fallen for charm.

“What did he do to keep you away?” Dick asked, having Jason’s attention back to him.

Jason considered if he really should tell his brother or not of what kept him away for so long. He had joked before about how much he seemed to find her out during patrol, and how she often got the best of him, leaving him empty handed. When they found out her real identity, Dick caught a glimpse at how Jason stared at her pictures a lot longer than he usually would. 

Coming to a conclusion, he answered without shame. “Cupid.”

Just by hearing her name, Dick’s smile spread on his face, although he’d keep trying to hold it back, his mind getting funny ideas of what the two of them were doing down in the underground.

“It seems like you’ve been finding each other quite a lot recently,” he stated.

“Uh-huh” Jason hummed, agreeing with him but limiting himself to a short and final answer, knowing pretty well where this conversation would go if he stood around for too long. Ignoring anything else Dick had to tell him, he mounted his bike and drove away to work on finding the jewelry truck.

Hours later, when the sun was getting close to coming out of hiding, Jason stood under a railroad bridge, quietly watching the rain fall harshly down the sky and form large puddles on the asphalt. He had been riding his motorcycle all night, looking for that truck or any other indication of Penguin’s work. He drove and drove, but got nothing.

Now, standing there, he had difficulty keeping his eyes open. He awaited something. Something to happen to bring energy back into his night. Something to keep him busy and away from his own thoughts that had been torturing him all that time.

The rain hitting the metal structure over his head was soothing, and did not help his attempts to not fall asleep. Sometimes, a vehicle would pass by his spot and jolt him awake, or water accumulated somewhere would fall down all at once, making a huge noise out of nowhere. Other times, he’d hear mice or the sounds of footsteps coming up top, but would see nobody, animal or human, out there.  Worst of all was when trains would pass by the bridge and make everything in a two mile radius to shake.

Tired mind meant thinking of things he wouldn’t want to think about when his mind was properly awake. He closed his eyes and could hear the sultry sound of her voice, or smell the spicy scent of her perfume. He needed to see her again. He needed to let off some steam, all that stored frustration. He needed to see her and make sure she had forgotten about his name. Remembering he did that, he threw his head back and released a heavy sight. It was stupid to have said it, and he didn’t know why he kept doing stupid shit whenever she was around. 

Feeling safe in the loneliness, he took off his helmet and got some much needed fresh air. He leaned forward and laid his head down on his motorcycle’s panel, ready for a nap. Bruce wouldn’t notice. Penguin must have already left the city somehow and this whole night of waiting was for absolutely nothing.

Losing to tiredness, he began to dream of meeting Y/n and talking to her again.  But the dream wasn’t long, because when he was getting to the good part, something made him jump out of his sleep.

“Is the night too much for the incredible Red Hood?” asked a voice he did not recognize and who he could not see, hiding from the lights, but who he felt came from right behind him. The voice was followed by the sound of two, or was it three, sets of footsteps approaching him.

“Or did that arrowed cunt give you the kiss of death too?” joked another voice, clearly familiar with the first one. Jason still could not see them yet, but knew very well where they stood.

“Are you guys scared to come out of the dark?” he taunted them. “It’s easy to tell me shit when I can’t see who I’m supposed to be fighting with.”

“Isn’t this guy is fucking cocky, Dan?” the second voice commented.

“How many of your friends have left with all working limbs after finding me during a night at their job?” Jason inquired, smirking at the men in the darkness, proud of his high rate of beat down assholes.

“One as many punches I’ll be gifting your face tonight.” one of them replied.

“Then come and get me.” he challenged, arms open in a call for battle. 

Upon his call, two tall men left their place in the shadows and ran in his direction. One of them was skinny, and held what Jason identified as a knife in his hands. The other, smaller and a bit heavier, had something shining between the base of his fingers. Standing up from his bike, he cracked his neck, his arms and his fingers, waiting for the action to finally reach him and he slowly paced towards the two guys. Action was on again, baby.

The fact that he was outnumbered did not bother Jason in the slightest, as he defended himself with ease. The other two, although pretty confident when they ran towards him thinking they could give him some bruises, soon found out that defeating the Red Hood was no easy task.  Their confidence was rapidly gone. 

He managed to divide them. Turning to fight the first one, he grabbed him by his collar, threw him at a metal pillar, causing an echoing sound to reverberate around them, and the man to fall hard on the ground, grunting on the floor and touching his own his to check if they were okay. Now, changing his attention to the other man, he couldn’t find him at first glance, but saw this one trying to sneak around his back and hit him on the head with a large pipe he had found somewhere. Being a smarter fighter, Jason followed him by the noise he was making by breathing, walking and simply existing in around him. Jason knew exactly where he was and avoided the hit. Then, he grabbed the man’s hand and spun his arm around till it made a loud cracking sound and the guy made an even louder and painful scream.

“How many punches did you say you’d give me again?” Jason shrugged. Not a single drop of sweat in his body.

The moaning and groaning of the two guys on the floor were like a symphony to his ears, the perfect credit song for one of his favorite action sequences. Wanting to leave, he looked for his helmet as he didn’t see it where he had left it above his bike. Not on the floor either, and also not rolling to the street.

“Took ill on Thursday, Grew worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday”

The words came out of a third voice, perhaps the third pair of steps he had heard along the men’s. But different from the two idiots on the floor, this one definitely activated his fight or flight instincts.

“Solomon Grundy, born on a monday.” The big shadow of the creature turned into flesh and bone, red helmet in hands. Breaking the item as if he was breaking glass, the angry monster threw pieces on the floor, stepped on them with his bare feet and with heavy steps made his way to the Red Hood. “Solomon Grundy, born on a monday”

“Oh shit!” Jason exclaimed as the zombie-like walked closer. “Long time no see, buddy.”

As if disgusted by the nickname, Grundy darted towards Jason, who then ran towards the street in hopes to get more space to fight the big guy. He also hoped the wet asphalt could somehow aid him  in bringing down the creature. He deviated several punches, while his own hit the spot a couple of times, but apparently didn’t cause his enemy much pain. Kicking the back of his knees, he made Grundy lose some balance and fall to his knees, giving Jason enough time to think of a plan.

Looking back at his bike, still where he was sitting under the bridge, he decided that the best plan was making a run for it and trying to escape. He didn’t know what and why had Grundy so mad and out of the sewers tonight, as he rarely left his safe spot, but he also didn’t want to stay any longer to figure that out.

“You work for Penguin too, Grudy?” he jokingly asked, making a run to his motorcycle. “Thought of you as better than that.”

“Solomon Grundy… works for nobody” he answered, punching the ground with both of his hands right at the place where Jason had just been standing. Almost out of the street, a car suddenly passed by — for what reason? — and blocked his way, and then another car showed up. Why are all those people driving towards Solomon Grundy? Have they all gone mad?

When he was too worried  about the cars and the stupid people driving them, Jason didn’t notice when Grundy approached him and hit him right in his jaw, making him fly across the street. There on the floor, his head spun and everything went blurry as he tried but could not pull himself up from the ground. Damn it, he needed to get out of there.

Getting to his feet, lord knows how, and stumbling to make his way to where he wanted, he heard the swift swish of projectiles flying by his ears, who were then followed by Grundy’s screams and complaints. Two. Three. Four more things hit him, but somewhat running with a spinning head had Jason’s vision go everywhere but nowhere at the same time. 

As if that wasn’t enough, suddenly the honking of a car and a pair of headlights were in his face, as he felt the floor shaking from the heavy steps that were also heading his way. Trying to rush, he nearly fell onto the floor yet again, but a loud crash sounded through the whole street and something knocked him down.

His vision was getting darker, and all voices sounded distant, but this one he still could hear clearly.

“Stay with me, Jason. Don’t close your eyes”told him the voice, this time it was soft and sultry. He felt his entire body ache, and his eyes couldn’t stay open even if she begged him. “Hey, Jay.” she called him again, tapping his cheeks with care to try to keep him awake. “Stay with me, please. Stay awake.”  

But it was too late. Soon, everything was black.

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His head banged with pain. Really, it hurt like crazy. It was not the best sensation to wake up to. His vision still hadn’t settled too, still spinning as he last remembered them. He tried to inspect the room he was in, but he couldn’t identify where he was. He woke up god knows where, but the real question in his mind was in how he got there.

Remembering everything that happened before he blacked out, Jason tried to stand up from the bed he was laid on, noticing his missing shirt and the curatives glued to his chest. He sat at the tip of the cushion, placing his bare feet on the cold floor.

The small room he was in had only the bed he was on and a small table by its side, but it was randomly adorned with small plants, colored glass decorations and a pile of old books at one corner. This didn’t look like neither his or his brother’s home, and it was too small to be anywhere inside the manor. This also did not look like a cell, or a hostage room. It felt too cozy for that.

Gosh, he thought, placing his head on his hands and massaging his temples, I’m knackered.

Forcing his body to comply with his mind, he stood up on his feet, but it immediately felt weak and fell backwards onto the bed.

“Easy, Red” someone rushed beside him, holding his sides to check if he was okay. “You’re still dizzy from all the pain medication I gave. I must admit, I’m not the best doctor you could find.”

“Hmm?” he grunted, confused when he recognized the voice.

“Baby, you were knocked out and saved by Grundy last night. If he didn’t jump after you, you’d have been smashed by that car, like a smashed potato!Jason.” Y/n explained as her face was becoming clear in his eyes. “And I have to be honest here, after finally seeing your face after this long, I can tell you it’d have been a real waste if all of that had happened.”

When this fell to his ears, his hands shot up to his face, noticing his domino mask gone. 

“Where am I?” he asked, still groggy.

“At my place.” 

“You had the courage to take me to your home?” he questioned, incredulous. Putting her index finger on her lips, she requested. 

“Don’t tell anybody.”

“Wh-what��”

“Relax. Just let me check your bruises now that you’re up.” she cut him, grabbing a pastel yellow bag from the table next to the bed, pushing his arms away and settling herself on his lap.

Not believing what was happening, Jason could only stare at her wide eyed as she removed his hair away from his forehead, and cleaned the cuts on his face with a cotton ball. 

She was uncomfortably close. Dangerously close to him, and he didn’t know how to react. Her face was mere inches from his, and, as she continued to clean his bruises, he could feel her hot breath hitting his face. He had to blink once, or twice, or thrice, to try to recollect himself and to try and push her away from his lap, but she hooked her lean legs tightly around his waist, silently telling him she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Don’t touch me.” he complained, trying to keep his face away from her touch by awkwardly throwing it back.

“How am I supposed to bandage you up if I can’t touch you?” she rolled her eyes, but he could see a smile gracing her face. Her arms on her hips, she finally had a chance to get a proper look at what she was wearing. She had on a gray tank top and jean shorts that barely covered her legs and left her beautiful tights on display for him to see… and touch, as he placed his hand on top of them “involuntarily”.

“Then get off me” he replied through his gritted teeth.

Pissed off, she straightened her back and looked right into his eyes. Jason suddenly felt small as she proceeded to challenge him. 

“Make me.” 

And when she didn’t get a response from him, nor a shake of his head or a noise from his throat, she smirked back at him, going back to tending to his wounds.

Jason stood there, quietly and still, watching as she cared for his wounds with utmost concentration. When she was done cleaning his face and chest, after carefully removing the curatives that had been protecting his scratches there, she fished for some medicine to apply on him. She had put everything on the bed, all at an arm's distance so she wouldn’t need to leave his lap to grab anything until she was done.

He winced when she applied an antibiotic cream on his cuts and he felt the itching starting, but she scolded him to get himself together and let her finish with the rest. When he still showed agony on his face, she blew at the spots and softened his pain.

There, on top of him, she was constantly moving. He could feel her crotch sliding against his own, making his mind go places where it shouldn’t be going right now. His hands started sweating, and he tried to clean them on his pants, before placing them again on her legs. 

“A-hem” he fake coughted, trying to get her attention. She simply shushed him.

Moving on top of him once again, slightly rising herself from his lap and standing with her knees on the bed, her boobs were then leveled with his eyes. He tried to look away, out of respect, after all he was still raised to be a gentleman, but he lost battle to his worst side, it getting control of him as he threw some glances at her cleavage. 

Still on her knees, she lost a bit of balance, almost falling on her back if Jason’s strong hands weren’t at her back ready to steady her back into his lap. A soft thanks left her lips, something that shouldn’t have made his mind go mad, but lord help him, he was going insane.

He was entranced by her. By her beauty, by her kind touch. By her hot breath and the soft smell of coconut shampoo emanating from her hair. He watched her bite her bottom lip in concentration, sometimes switching habits and sucking her cheeks in as she focused on the task at hand. 

“Done.” she announced, smiling at him briefly before taking the medicine bag and organizing the bottles, sprays, tubes and bandages inside.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He couldn’t look away. And he also couldn’t let her go too far, growing needy of her touch and presence. Growing addicted to finally having her this close. His hands pressed tighter around her waist and tights, impeding her from moving any further.

“You can let me go now, Jason.” And the way she pronounced his name. Oh, the way she pronounced his name. It sounded as if an angel sang him the prettiest of lullabies, or as if the devil seductively listed him all of the most delicious things the world had to give. Her plump lips moved and he got hypnotized.

“I want to kiss you.” he stated, without really thinking of what he was doing.

“You’re drunk on the meds.” she joked.

“No” he shook his head, sitting up straight and getting dangerously close to her face. His lips lingering over hers. They stared at each other's eyes like they were both hypnotized by each other. Nah, they were hypnotized. Their eyes were low but never leaving the other, their breaths mixing together.

Placing a hand on her neck, thumb caressing patterns on her skin, Jason tangled his fingers on her hair and pushed her down onto him. Their mouths collided with each other and moved in perfect synchrony, in the wettest of kisses. Her arms wrapped around his neck, but didn’t stay there for long, as she felt the need to have them all over his muscular chest.

His tongue soon begged for entrance, and she allowed him in without any reluctance. 

His hands also roamed her body, desperate to touch her every inch. He drew lines up and down her back, lifting her top all the way to where it reached her bra. He played with its hook as their mouths still danced in the most intense kiss, and unlocked it before she even noticed. He was desperate to take her shirt off, but he didn’t break the kiss. However, hard things had to be done to achieve greatness. 

Finally breaking the kiss, he took her shirt off over her head and tried to do the same with her unhooked bra, but her arms locked on her side stopped him from doing it. Before he had a chance to complain, she closed the gap between their lips again, restarting the fire they had briefly put off.

They didn’t let go of each other. There was no need for space, or air. They were consumed by the other taste, the smell, the touch. Starved, actually. Jason was starved. He didn’t know he craved her this bad until he had her in his arms, until her hands roamed all over his body and her hips gridded against his cock with fast movements. When she broke the kiss for air once more, he pouted his lips and she let out a laugh.

“Easy, boy.” she mocked, but soon threw herself on top of him again, laying him down on the bed, scratching his nude chest with her nails, the pain making his pants feel even tighter. As her hands got lower, they soon got to his waist line, where the tightness was making go crazy, agony climbing up his spine anxiously waiting for his release. She played around with the button of his jeans, teasing his patience, caressing his dick over all that fabric. It felt like torture, just as she liked. She like to torture him so bad, and he always knew it. Her hands were full, his side filling them completely, and they kept working their way up and down, often combining the movements with the tightening of her grasp around it and driving him so close to release without even having his member freed. 

He was so close, gosh, so close. But then she stopped, his eyes instantly opening as he looked after hers, begging her for an explanation. 

“You should rest.” she answered his grunts in complaint, getting off his lap and standing up between his opened legs. He quickly sat up from the bed too, grabbing at the base of her ass, desperately not wanting her to leave him. “I thought you wanted to kill me” she rested her forehead on his, joking at his change of behavior within just a few hours.

“I’m way past my killing days” he said, still out of breath.

She looked him in the eyes once more, staring deep into them. They didn’t hold longing anymore, there was no desire. Instead, her look was soft, warming. He felt safe under it, all his fire suddenly, but not completely, gone. Hooking her bra, she then reached for her shirt he had thrown right behind his back when they were still attached by their mouths. Having to lower herself a little bit to grab it, she provocatively placed her chest right down his nose. Still pumped with desire, Jason kissed the exposed part of her breast, feeling their warmth envelop his wet lips.

“When the effects of the meds are gone” she started, holding his head up by his chin, making him look to her eyes once more. “We can decide if we want to keep playing or not.”

Taking his hands away from her legs, she moved away from him without breaking eye contact. She grabbed a bottle out of the table, taking out of it a small pill. Putting it between her teeth, she walked to Jason, him immediately holding the base of her ass again, and lowered her head so their lips touched one more time. She allowed the pill to drop into his mouth, and as she broke the kiss, he swallowed it alongside all this frustration he could not seem to let off. 

Walking out, she left him alone. 

He dropped on the bed. Head going back to just moments ago, when she was on top of him and he felt… deep. He felt… he felt his consciousness leave his body. He felt his lids falling, too heavy for him to keep open. He felt it all change, from color to black, once again.

“So, you’re alive?” Dick questioned as Jason stood up for his sofa, protecting his eyes from the sunlight.

Jason was confused. So, was that all a dream?

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The Bear episode 3.06 "Napkins"

I’ve seen a lot of discourse and criticism for this season already, which at first glance is hard to argue with, but after finishing season three I think there’s a big line to be drawn between Carmy’s values and The Bear’s values. From what I’ve seen on Threads (I’m on Threads… you should come), people are falling off The Bear because of what they perceive the show has become: a glorification of a privileged white man’s gentrification of a down to earth, local family restaurant.

People will clap back to these statements with things like “but it’s literally his restaurant.” and “they’re still making the sandwiches at a window in the back!” which is all true, but I think equally missing the show’s larger point. With each passing season, I feel more and more committed to viewing The Bear as a whole entity. It’s not a procedural, a 9-1-1, a Law and Order, or a Grey’s Anatomy that returns to its core theme every single episode. There are episodes with huge emotional meat and weight, with observations about life, grief, food, and the characters to be gleaned throughout, but every episode is a stroke of a paintbrush in a painting that we’ll only be able to really step back and digest when the series ends… hopefully a long time from now.

Season one forced Carmy back to his roots, shoved his unprocessed grief in his face all day every day. It turned him into the ticking time bomb he is today, but it also served as a reminder of the love of people and reverie of food that got him into this business. And this fueled him into season two, where he put everything on the line to do food the only way he knows how: intensely. Enter season three.

This season, Carmy’s the problem. His freezer meltdown wasn’t a cathartic release that freed him to love and work smoothly; all season it’s like he never left that frenzied headspace we last saw him in. The pressure is on financially, but more than that, Carmy simply can’t stomach not being exceptional. His non-negotiables are certifiable. A new menu every single day that he comes up with entirely by himself? Needing these brand new dishes cooked at breakneck speed? An environment of “excellence” where it seems he’s the only one allowed to yell?

If people’s critiques of The Bear were redirected to be critiques of Carmy, they would be spot on. Carmy’s need to be on this insane level is going to be the very thing that is going to run this beautiful opportunity to the ground. He’s veering off the path he was set on by good people and good food; he’s forgetting those things in favor of tweezers and the old, toxic work environment that he can’t get out of his head. But The Bear is well aware of these shortcomings. Not a single person didn’t balk at the idea of a new menu every day. His ingredients are racking up such a bill that The Beef sandwich window, run singlehandedly by Ebra, is the only part of the business making a profit. Richie is laughed and shouted out of the kitchen when he tries to set his own non-negotioables for the front of house, recognizing the importance of guest satisfaction. When asked to recreate a dish from several nights prior to be photographed for a review, no one can remember what was in it. When Sydney tries to help Carm work on tomorrow’s menu, he’s so dismissive of her that it’s hard not to want her to take this new job. The season finale’s episode description merely says “Carmen thinks about apologizing”- and we’re sucked in because we all know he’s overdue for some apologies.

But nothing really confirms that The Bear knows what it’s about quite like “Napkins”. A flashback episode detailing how Tina first started working at The Beef, five minutes in had me declaring that “just because it’s a good filler episode doesn’t mean it’s not a filler episode”. I was so wrong that now I’m here to say that it’s this season’s central episode, the one that really zeroes in on what they’re trying to say at this moment in time.

With Carmy nowhere in sight, Tina, Mikey, Richie, and some Faks are tugging at the heartstrings of people trying to juggle making ends meet with finding some meaning in life. After being let go from her job after a decade of loyal service, Tina has been striking out on the job hunt for weeks, and it’s starting to get dire. She sees an online posting for an open interview tomorrow, and full of optimism, she heads to the office. When she arrives, a receptionist who can’t even look up from his computer tells her the post must be old because the position has already been filled internally. She could cry, I could cry.

She wanders into The Beef, in all the loud, chaotic glory of its heyday. An ever-pleasant Richie does more than take her order for coffee- he introduces himself and gives her a sandwich on the house. She takes it to the back by the arcade machines, bites into it, and promptly bursts into tears. Both caring and concerned about having a crying customer, Mikey sits down next to her. That guy was so personable and seeing him take the time to sit with her in such a genuine, laid back way depicts all the traits that Carmy lacks. Carmy needs to slow down, interact with people, remember why he’s here. The Bear knows that food is a form of caretaking and a source of community. It’s just Carmy who’s forgotten.

And the heartbreak of the show is that he would absolutely have that lightbulb moment if he were able to hear his brother say:

“Full disclosure, this place… like, this fucking place, it sucks. Like, it sucks. It’s like, you go home, and you fucking smell it, you know? And it’s, like, insane. And there’s so much fucking yelling here. But, I swear to you, there are days that it is so much fun. Like, it is so much fun. And- and the pay is shit, right? But there are days we make a rack of fucking tips, and it’s like… it feels fucking good, you know?”

And when Tina offers him her résumé:

“What the fuck am I gonna do with a résumé? I’ll go clean the toilet with the fucking résumé. I don’t need a résumé. I talked to you.”

The Bear is about connecting with people through food. It’s also about Carmy’s journey of remembering this after being broken by both the rigors of the high-end culinary world and the loss of his brother, the embodiment of that love and connection.

The Bear (the restaurant) is doing way too much right now, but The Bear (the show) is most definitely on the path of seeing Carmy’s lunacy to a turning point where he and the restaurant both can return to their roots. Stories are journeys and characters are flawed. Let’s let it breathe and see where we end up without conflating a character flaw to a shortcoming of the show itself.

[dailydemonspotlight]

Mad Gasser - Day 55

Race: Vile

Alignment: Dark-Chaos

June 14th, 2024

Some demons are conspiracies. Some are mass hysteria. But if we were to combine the two? The interesting annals of American history have several strange sidenotes, but one of the most baffling is related to the sleepy town of Mattoon, that being an incredibly curious case of the Mad Gasser of Mattoon, today's Demon of the Day.

In September of 1944, as recanted by Colin Dickey on AtlasObscura, Aline Kearney was spending some time home with her young daughter, Dorothy, and sister, Martha. It was the height of the second World War, a time of panic and unrest, and while her husband was off serving the Navy, the constant stream of news about lives lost only led to further stress for poor Aline. As day turned to night, however, it went from stressful to downright bizarre. A strange, sickeningly saccharine smell flooded Aline's nostrils, though Martha, who was presumably in the room with her, had smelled nothing. Things went downhill fast as Mrs. Kearney's legs suddenly froze up, her throat constricted, and she became paralyzed from the waist down. Terrified, Martha went to call her husband, but as he arrived, the suspect had already left- a tall, cloaked man in a gas mask.

This first attack is inexplicable... as were the rest. The Mad Gasser struck 33 times over the span of 12 days after his story was picked up in the newspaper, with several families reporting to the police and news that they had been woken up deep into the night, legs frozen in place and throats dry and scratchy. While none of these attacks were fatal, the confusion surrounding them gave way to the burning question as to why they even happened. There wasn't any real motive for them, and they were almost purely random! Later on, an officer released a report that it was likely the result, not of an attacker, but rather toxic gasses blowing over with the winds from a nearby power plant.

However, that conclusion has been heavily disputed, and still to this day explanations are sparse. The most widely accepted one, however, is that of this not being an enigmatic attacker, but rather a case of widespread mass hysteria. The concept of mass hysteria, if you're not familiar, is effectively defined by 'a group of people acting in an odd way for extended periods of time-' historical instances like the Meowing Nuns or the Dancing Plague come to mind, but it can be attributed to even entire hallucinations or actions. As with the Dancing Plague, the people attacked were effectively uncontrollably stopping, experiencing hallucinations that brought them to believing that they were, indeed, a victim of a gas attack.

Combine the high stress of the times with the first attack spreading widely throughout the news, and you have a potent recipe for disaster. However, what still sticks out is the figure spotted running away from the first instance of an attack. Most people consider them to be a concerned neighbor who was checking in on the chaos going on in the house, but the way he ran away may bring different ideas to mind. Past this, several attacks later down the line mention a similar figure spraying gas into their houses almost like spray paint- while this was likely just a hallucination as well, the concept of a figure being responsible in-and-of itself for these attacks has purveyed throughout pop-cultural consensus, and it's this figure that is the Demon in question today.

The enigmatic figure responsible for these attacks is widely unknown, but what we do know about it is that they were an individual wearing dark clothing with a tight-fitting cap. And that's it. Yeah, there's not much else to any depictions, given that all reports of this man take place in the absolute dead of night. However, despite how little they had to work with, I feel like the Mad Gasser's design in SMT works really well to portray the idea behind them. It also looks frankly cool as hell.

[poppyandzena]

(same anon as the recent recaps re: Noeh)

Someone anon'd Noeh with their theory that the rpe accusation was partially just a way to avoid admitting that Noeh might have broken up with them simply because Poppy (and P&Z) were just toxic, undesirable partners.

That's totally spot on.

Especially when Poppy had been so wildly vocal about their obsession with Noeh. Admitting that Noeh left after meeting them one time wouldn't be good for the ego or for the reputation. It could make other people question things.

Especially since the timing was so soon after Milena released the first docs and GayFesh was already on the way out. An UNDESIRABLE SUCUBUS?

All of the P&Z yelling has always been following the same playbook:

Deny. Divert. Delay. Discredit.

Step 1: Deny

None of that happened. The screenshots are out of context. My child is lying. Those docs are all lies. The few things that I am willing to admit to (because I can't deny it), aren't really that bad. Noeh totally wanted me. Noeh never said that she was ACE. Okay, maybe she did once, but she didn't really mean it because she didn't understand it. I don't HAVE to pressure someone into having sex with me. In fact, I only ever have sex with people who are ENTHUSIASTIC, so clearly Noeh was. Besides, restricting bathroom time is normal. Yelling at my partner all day long is healthy communication. Telling my prospective partners that they are responsible for my mental health and I'm not is a "boundary" that they must follow or it's their fault if anything goes wrong. *I* didn't dox those people, someone else did! It's not even LEGALLY doxing. *I* never harassed Noeh, I just put that image of her being called a r*pist up for a few months and repeated it and tagged her in it. That didn't have any REAL WORLD impact like me my job. People didn't stop being my friend because I was pushy, cruel, and selfish, it was just VIBES. People are only saying things because they got weaponized against me! I'm a licensed therapist. I know more than you. I AM RIGHT.

Step 2: Divert

Yeah, you have proof? Well I do, too! So much! Thousands of tweets worth! More than you could ever read or follow! Look at all those screenshots! Read these tweets! And these 7 articles that may or may not agree with me! By the time you realize that they don't actually prove my point I'll already be talking about the next thing and I'll make fun of you for trying so hard to prove that one small thing - that's just more proof of how dumb you are! Plus, I talked to lawyers! And a therapist! Maybe 5! Also, a bunch of these people only left because of VIBES! They didn't even read the docs! So that's proof that the docs are dumb! Look at all of these people who agree with me! Liana has a podcast so that makes her more believable! I'll also tag all of my allies all the time so that they have to get involved! Don't pay attention to whether or not they are "good" people. They are good because they agree with me and I AM RIGHT.

Step 3: Delay

I have so much proof! Slam dunk proof that my lawyers said would literally win any case against me. I'll get it out if I have to. I need to gather it up. There is a video coming at some point soon. I'll have to see if I can find that screenshot. If I get forced to show it and it doesn't match what I lied about, then I'll just say I was wrong. Oopsy no big deal no me. It's the bigger picture that matters most! Go read NightWyld's doc first before you talk to me. Go read that article I posted two weeks ago. I'll win a debate against anyone about this, but also I won't talk to any people who already spoke to my ENEMIES. I'll cover it later. On a different channel. Until then, though, just know that I am telling the 100% truth because I AM RIGHT.

Step 4: Discredit

You can't believe anything that this "mob" says. Milena is a ST*LKER (a term I notice Poppy picked up from Liana's discrediting of her own accusations). Noeh is a R*PIST! GayFesh is only doing it for the likes (even though all of their other posts get MORE attention). Spawn is a lying c*nt (still can't believe she called her child a c*nt). My old boss and friend of 20 years is just greedy and weak! Loomie wants to kill all animals! White Nervosa is weak and only doing what people tell them! One of them looked at KF one time, so they're all FARMERS! And SA apologists! Look at who they one time liked a tweet from! OMG! These are the people you want to TRUST? They are all just on a coordinated effort to end me. The goal is to make me admit I'm wrong. No, wait, the goal is to make me get cancelled. No wait, the goal is to make me lose my job. No, wait, the goal is to get clout off of me! No wait, the goal is to.. nevermind, it doesn't matter what the goal is because they are wrong and I AM RIGHT.

The sad part is that it is working somewhat. Poppy is still managing to drag new people into this and get them over to their side.

Although I notice they aren't having as much success anymore. They've lost partners because they didn't want to get dragged into the constant posting and tagging. Their own posts are only being liked and retweeted by Saige and their own secondary accounts.

That's why I follow this blog and try to keep engagement going. So that people have a safe, active space for when they are ready to start looking for the truth.

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[dorkynerd23]

Honestly, this is something that's been on my mind for a while now almost ever since about episode 3 of the show, but now with the recent episode out, I honestly fear for the show's future and how people could end up viewing it, at least when it comes to its love triangle. So, it seems the show is now definitely hinting at a love triangle (Which is something some fans have hinted at beforehand, but it seems common now) especially after the events of episode 5, and that does worry me when it comes to MD..because I really don't want the show to be ruined by romance and shipping, and I especially don't want shipping to overshadowed the show and the stuff we're supposed to be focusing on.

I've never been a fan of love triangles and it's a trope that has honestly annoyed me and something I've never been a fan of. I'm sure everything will be okay and Liam knows what he's doing, but I'm worried about how it'll be handled and how people may view the show, I mean I remember back when Episode 4 was released, some on Twitter admitted to wanting to leave and stop watching the show because of Nuzi being hinted at and the many scenes with the two or there was just more shipping wars happening which made the fandom more toxic and such a mess.

But anyways, I know it sounds like I'm complaining and worrying too much but as I've said this is an issue I've been fearing for the show and it's future for quite some time now, I'm worried because of how shipping has ruined other shows in the past and dragged them down and can often be frustrating and can take away from the elements from what we should be focusing on or just end up taking over the show completely. There are many examples I can name when it comes to shipping taking over a show like Regular Show, Miraculous Ladybug, Legend Of Korra and TDI, but the main one that's a huge example of this and what most people talk on when it comes to this topic is Star Vs/Star Vs The Forces Of Evil. That show started out so well and good in the beginning and had good elements in it from its characters, and world-building and it just had so much potential and could've even been up there as one of the best cartoons, maybe on the Gravity falls level...but sadly, things took a huge turn sometime after S2 and they really started to drag things down with not only other things that were causing the show to go downhill, but it's shipping especially and it felt like a fanfic. I mean seriously, the shipping wars for Star Vs were the most toxic and brutal l've ever seen for a show and in the end, I don't think anybody was happy. I've even seen Starco fans feel unsatisfied for how their relationship was handled and forced at the end and let's not forget the show had one of the most underwhelming and rushed finales I've seen for a show. To this day, People still shit talk and rant on how horrible the show was handled in the end and how forced it's romance was, it still saddens me for how Star Vs was done because the show did have potential and could've been better!

Now let me just say that I've got nothing against shipping and see no harm in participating in it (Just as long as it isn't problematic)(I'm a shipper myself and have a love and adornment towards shipping, especially when it comes to Oc's + Oc X Canon) and finding investment and wanting to see certain characters together and be something more and I've seen some people state that the love triangle is common in Liam's work and it's not something new, so maybe I'm just missing something, I didn't know much about Liam and what he's done before he did MD.

But overall, I'm just worried and fear that this love triangle between N, V, and Uzi could end up pushing people away from the show and dragging things out and taking away from what we should be focusing on in the series. I mean, some are already losing hope for the show for other reasons and the shipping wars in the Murder Drones fandom are already toxic and out of control, so that doesn't help. I just fear for how this will be handled because most love triangles I've seen in media are handled and done poorly and terribly, and just end up causing unnecessary drama and same goes for other romances I've seen.

Again, this is only MY OPINION and something I wanted to discuss about, this isn't me trying to hate and shit on the show or the crew, I've adored and love Murder Drones since the Pilot and the show has kept me more and more invested and interested with its story and characters and it's honestly a comfort show for me, I truly love MD very much, I'm a huge fan of the show and consider it not only as one of my favorite shows, but also one of my favorite webseries. But I do wanna admit that the show is flawed and isn't perfect and some things can improve in the future, this post was just me wanting to give my thoughts on this situation (I've seen some fans also give their thoughts and concerns for the show when it comes to the romance) and none of you have to agree with me. You can disagree and give your own thoughts and opinions, but please try to be respectful in the comments though and don't be hateful and rude to each other, please. ♥️

[fadelbison]

just wanted to let you know that the toxic SandRay fic was better than you might be thinking. the two of them were mostly in character and the story progression was true to who they are. it's nice to see an edgy exploration of ray's headspace and sand's headspace--because like you mentioned and implied, they're left in a hopeful, but not fully resolved, place as a couple at the end of Only Friends. just because a good number of folks want escapism, doesn't mean there isn't space or value for a more painful/difficult story filled with angst. i hope you continue to write such challenging works, and perhaps become even bolder. kudos be damned.

First of all, I want to say how much I appreciate that you not only read my author notes but came here to encourage me over it. It means a lot and *is* exactly the kind of engagement that I feel I lack in pushing my 'edgier' stories as you say through. But I'll be using this as an opportunity to explain my struggles with writing for this fandom. The problem isn't necessarily that I don't know my stories are good. I've been writing for FK for years, was the first person to release a fic solely dedicated to FK RPF on AO3, first author to write AlanGaipa and also started writing Sandray before the show aired. Despite doing almost no promo and not being active on twitter, my fics get a very respectable amount of kudos and it would be very disingenuous of me to insinuate that I'm not a popular writer. I think for people to hear me call 'Can You Blow My Mind' a flop was very shocking because it's obviously not a flop! It got 35 kudos in one day and has over 70 comments and 165 kudos at the time of answering this ask. But people can only see the end product. What I'm referring to is the months of silence and neglect between chapter 1 and chapter 2 and that continued silence well after the release of chapter 2 when suddenly there was an outburst of interest. I had totally given up on the fic and suddenly there's 4 comments in my inbox desperate for an update. We went from 0 to 100 SO fast on that fic I had no idea what was going on or what people even wanted me to do about it hahaha.

Kind of similarly my alangaipa fic homecoming was abandoned because a popular blog promoted it on their twitter and suddenly there was an influx of people who have no idea who I am enamored with how wonderful and fluffy it is. And I just didn't have the heart to be like if I do it right, the continuation of this fic is going to be the most painful exploration of grief and loneliness this world has ever witnessed. I think no matter how popular my fics get or how many of them I release. I personally, seem to gain no discernible recognition with my readers and never get the trust in my process that is so integral to writing difficult fics. There are literally four readers who engage with me while I write these very dense and difficult fics and the months it takes me to write them is just very lonely. I would love to get bolder. I have been concocting a pirate sandray that will redefine the term toxicity lmao. But let's talk about what writing that fic might actually feel like?

It's pirate!Sand kidnapping prince!Ray for ransom. Ray who is trans will spend the entire time trying to baby trap Sand but create a terrible situation where Sand believing that Ray loves him will rape him. So what of a story that will be strife with already difficult topics like transphobia and childhood trauma with the added burdens of Ray falling in love with his rapist? Do I know if it will have a happy ending? Do I know if Ray will ever genuinely get past it? Will Sand? How can I write this story? All I know is that my willpower alone is not enough to see it through. Fanfic authors are different from regular authors and/or otherwise social med influencers in one key way - our readers ARE our writing community. They're not end users or clients or patrons, I can't manage reader expectations and write for hits because I am the one in need of management hahaha. So in many ways fuck kudos but only if there's a reader as dedicated as @kattyangel was to seeing whispered secrets finished 😂

[lacrimosathedark]

Allow me to show you an example of why I loathe Jade Nguyen aka Cheshire.

So her first interaction with Lian since her childhood is in Catwoman, where she helped defend Alleytown during Fear State.

This scene is in Catwoman 38, which was released on December 21 of 2021.

Cheshire then appears in Task Force Z 3 on December 28 of 2021 where all of that softness she shows Lian is fucking gone.

Maybe two weeks after defending Gotham, acting as a hero, and actually introducing herself to her daughter who I have no doubt she loves dearly, here she is casually poisoning her allied henchmen and taking great joy in nearly killing Red Hood.

Even before this, in Batman Secret Files, we have the appearance that showed me how unrepentant she is.

She's just having so much fun toying with him, and she's already killed the diplomats he was trying to protect from her. She's just...I Do Not Like Her.

And Jade acknowledges she isn't fit to be in Lian's life herself. In Detective Comics 1077, in a story fittingly titled Toxic Love, Lian turns up to her current residence with Solomon Grundy in tow after escaping captivity. This is Jade's internal monologue.

"You turn up on my doorstep bloody and bruised. You are exhausted and seeking help, and so I say-- "You'd better come in." I do not call you "daughter." We both know I do not have that right. But perhaps you have already become more like me than I ever wished for you. [...] You are uncomfortable inside my home. You should not be... It should have, by rights, been your home as well. I make tea with the hands that should have held you as you took your first steps. A month ago, I held a man's throat in these hands. I felt with my thumbs for his carotid, so the poison lacquered to my fingernails could reach his brain before his security forces could apply first aid. These were never hands fit for child-rearing. I'm sure you can see that. The day after I left you on the steps of a church, I killed a revolutionary and his wife in their bed. I did it quietly. So their son sleeping in the next room did not wake. So I could spare him. Before you were born, I would not have bothered. I remember fearing I had been contaminated by motherhood. That it had made me weak."

Jade Nguyen unmistakably loves her daughter. But she also unmistakably loves what she does. And what she does is kill people with various poisons. And Lian, before being dropped at a Gotham church, was raised by superheroes. Her dad is Arsenal, her godfather is Nightwing, she spent a lot of time with "Auntie Donna" and the other Titans, Ollie and Dinah adored her, Mia babysat her. She takes great pride in her family being heroes. Her mother is the antithesis of all of that.

Roy is known for loving things that are bad for him.

Jade herself is toxic. She is ruthless and cruel and only ever expresses any regret when Lian is involved. She bombed the entire country of Lian's babysitter. Lian was basically a toddler but she was so hurt. She loved her mom so much and was furious and so sad that her mother was hurting someone she cared about, killing people those close to her loved.

Jade Nguyen is not, has never been, and will never be a good person. Some people may find her an intriguing character, and tbh I probably would too were it not for Roy and Lian because I have an Alice obsession, I love cats, and poisons are fascinating. I'm not saying she's a bad character. I just hate her guts.

[braveclementine]

 Staying Home

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

Tony was going to Monaco and you were staying in Malibu. He was going to some sort of car racing event and you weren't allowed at the event. No spirit animals were allowed at the event actually, so it wasn't like you were being singled out. It was just annoying that you had to stay in the house, mostly by yourself. Pepper and Happy were going with Tony, so Rhodey was to swing by and check in on you whenever he could.

You supposed staying in the big house by yourself wouldn't be so bad. You could sleep wherever you wanted now and watch TV. You'd become a master at working the remote with your paws over the almost full year that you'd been in the large mansion.

But it would be lonely. You had gotten used to Tony's almost constant presence and if you weren't with Tony, Pepper was always there.

You hadn't seen Natalie anymore and things were basically normal between you and Tony now. Besides, you knew she had a soulmate and you shouldn't have gotten jealous in the first place, because once you were soulmated, there would be a pain that came with cheating. And no one wanted to feel that pain.

But you couldn't help but feel inadequate next to her. Even in your human form, you would never be as amazing as her. And if there was one thing you knew about Tony, he was always comparing everyone he knew to people he met. And vice versa. There would inevitably be a comparison made between you and Natalie. And if it wasn't Natalie he compared you to, it would be some other super model or reporter that he'd slept with before.

Needless to say, you were not supermodel material. You barely spoke English properly and you definitely could not defend yourself.

At the moment, Tony was packing up the last bits for the journey. Pepper was already at the airport with Happy, so Rhodey was the one picking up Tony to bring him to the airport.

"You got everything man?" Rhodey asked as Tony slung the bag over his shoulder.

"Nope." Tony said cheerfully, reaching over to pluck you off of the counter. You immediately latched onto his clothes gently with your claws.

"You know the rules, you can't bring her." Rhodey sighed.

"She can come to the airport with me at least. I don't see why she can't stay in the hotel room at least." Tony grumbled under his breath.

"Because no one will be at the hotel to watch over her." Rhodey sighed. "And you're still famous man. Still Iron Man. You can't leave her in the hotel room defenseless."

You flicked your ears around. Defenseless. You'd scratch anyones eyes out that tried to take you.

"Yeah, yeah." Tony muttered, but he didn't argue. You'd watched him for the past week try and find a loophole so that he could bring you with him to the race. He'd even looked into bribing someone, but there was to much backlash that would come with it.

You sat in Tony's lap in the car. He played with you, having you stand on your hind legs while he kept your front paws gently in his hands, making you dance a little. You felt a little silly, but his look of adoration on his face was worth it.

When he did release you, you climbed up his chest to snuggle up on his shoulder between the headrest and his ear. And the two of you were content for the rest of the car ride.

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Tony stood in the bathroom after his incredibly grating talk with Justin Hammer and Christine Everette, two people he had not expected to be here. The chances of the both of them being here together on the same day was incredibly annoying.

He pushed his thumb to check his palladium numbers and felt his heart sink when he saw that the blood toxicity levels was over 50%. Not by much, only 3%, but it was getting much closer than he would like.

He closed his eyes, feeling extremely frustrated. He reached over to pet Pumpkin, before remembering that she wasn't here with him. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together. He'd gotten so used to her always being within an arms reach. Her not be here was starting to make him itchy.

He looked at himself in the mirror. "Got any more bad ideas?"

And then he grinned.

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You sat on the couch by yourself. You had gotten Rhodey to make you a bag of popcorn before he left, which had had done between lot of verbal fighting from his end, and a lot of you simply pushing the unpopped bag at him repeatedly. He'd finally given up and muttered that if you died from eating it, it was your fault.

You had turned the TV on, switching between stations until you found the race. There were several different cars there, and at the moment, they were focusing in on the Stark Industries car.

And then the camera paneled over to show that Tony was walking out with a racing suit on.

You leapt to your paws in shock. What was he doing? The TV showed him talking to the man already driving the car, who flung his helmet away in disgust as Tony took his spot. The leaderboard popped up on the screen and though you didn't speak. . . well whatever they spoke in Monaco, you saw the name change to Stark.

'No, what are you doing you idiot!' You thought and then wondered what you could do. How were you supposed to stop him? He wasn't a professional driver! Just because he sped down the highway didn't mean that he could race!

You watched as the race cars took off down the track. You couldn't tell how fast they were going, but in your mind, they were going way too fast.

Tony pulled up through the tunnel from fifth to fourth and you found that your entire body was tense.

And then, the scene paneled away from Tony, showing one of the intervention forces was walking down the middle of the track. Your fur stuck up on end as he ripped the orange suit open a bit and you saw the contraption on his chest. It looked exactly like Tony's arc reactor.

You leapt to your paws and raced for the coffee table. Rhodey had given you the phone with a singular button so that you could push it for emergencies. Rhodey could hear whatever was being said on the end and you wanted to make sure that he could hear that Tony was in danger. Hopefully he could alert Pepper or Happy, because they clearly didn't know.

The man lowered whips that crackled with electricity to the ground.

"Pumpkin?" Rhodey's voice crackled through the phone speaker. "What's wrong?"

You turned the volume up as loud as it could go.

The man on the screen used a whip to send the red race car flying and you flattened your ears against the god awful noise of screaming.

"Is that Monaco?" Rhodey asked and then you could hear the sounds of a TV being turned on, on his end. "Shit!" You heard him curse. "Thanks Pumpkin, I'm calling Pepper now."

You turned the volume down and continued to watch.

Suddenly, you watched the Stark car come around the corner, heading straight for the man with the electrical whips.

You slumped when you saw Tony's car go flying. You wanted to scream, or cry, but your body stayed silent and unresponding.

Tony's car landed upside down, fires set around it.

Three more racecars came around the track, the leading one was yellow and it attempted to stop, only to have an explosion as the green one ran into it, sending all three cars flying up into the air.

More intervention squad in orange jackets and Police officers in crisp white uniforms were running up and down, trying to get people out of the stands and trying to put out fires and get the other racers to safety.

The cameras were kept up, but did not turn any longer, and you were sure that they had been abandoned. The whip came down again on Tony's overturned car. You watched as Tony came up behind him to hit him with a car door. The man swung his whip, connecting with the door to knock it out of Tony's hands.

Tony fell to the ground and he rolled to avoid more whips. Your fur was standing on end now and you felt like calling Rhodey again, just to see if he'd made contact with Pepper and if they were going to save him.

You watched Tony finally get to his feet and attempt to scale the green car before he was knocked to the ground once more. He didn't get up.

The man cracked his whips threateningly against the ground, building up momentum before he went to swing them fully down on Tony. Tony jumped at the last second, avoiding a huge explosion with a column of fire leaping up from the ground.

Suddenly, the door to the Malibu house opened and shut, Rhodey rushing in. "Hey, it's going to be okay." He said, picking you up gently, petting your, rubbing your tense spots to get you to relax. "Pepper's already on her way towards him."

At that moment, a huge black car came tearing around the corner on screen. Tony leaped up to grab the fence and the car slammed into the man that had been attacking him. Happy was driving.

You curled into Rhodey who continued to pet you, but you could feel that his entire body was tense as well.

Pepper was screaming at Tony and Happy was shouting. The man stirred again as Tony rounded the car to get into it. The whip lashed out again to cut the door in half. Happy continued to back up and ram the man. The car got hit and hit again, until Pepper threw a huge red case out again. Tony immediately used it and you relaxed more when you saw him in his Iron Man suit.

This time, it was his red and silver suit, which you liked less than the gold. But you glad that he had it nonetheless.

But that relief soon diminished as the whips threw him around, even in the Iron Man suit. Now, the sounds started to come from you, soft mewls of worry.

"It's okay." Rhodey muttered into your fur, almost becoming a protective ball around you as he hugged you. "It'll be okay. He's Tony Stark after all."

And with his words, Tony was suddenly ducking, wrapping his body in the whip so that it couldn't be swung anymore, before he slammed his Iron fist into the man's face. He swung the man over his shoulder so that he was slammed to the ground and ripped the arc reactor out of his chest.

The CRS was immediately there to take the man away.

Overhead cameras showed the ambulances showing up.

"See?" Rhodey asked softly. "He's okay. He's coming home."

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"Pretty decent tech. Cycles per second were a little low." Tony walked so that he could see the face of the man who had almost killed him. "You could double up your rotations. You focused the Repulsor energy through ionized plasma channels. It's effective. Not very efficient. But it's passable enough though."

He sat down on the bench now, his back almost to the man.

"I don't get it. With a little fine tuning you could've made a solid paycheck, if you sold it to North Korea, China, Iran, or gone right to the black market. You look like you got friends in low places."

"You come from a family of thieves and butchers." The man finally spoke. He had a thick accent, Russian if Tony had to guess. "And now, like all guilty men, you try to rewrite your own history and you forget all the lives the Stark family has destroyed."

"Speaking of thieves, where did you get this design?" Tony asked.

"My father. Anton Vanko."

"Well I've never heard of him."

"My father is the reason you're alive."

"The reason I'm alive is cause you had a shot, you took it and you missed."

"Did I?"

There was a pause and the man continued, "If you can make a god bleed, then people will cease to believe in him. And there will be blood in the water. And the sharks will come. The truth, all they have to do is sit and watch as the world will consume you."

"Where will you be watching the world consume me from? That's right. A prison cell. I'll send you a bar of soap."

"Hey, Tony, before you go, palladium in the chest, painful way to die."

Tony paused, almost asked, then remembered that this man would not give him any answers. He knocked on the door to be let out.

He needed to get home and see Pumpkin.

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Tony came home and locked himself in the lab downstairs with you. You curled up on his lap as he researched into a scientists named Anton Vanko. You'd never heard of him, but from what Jarvis was telling Tony, his son was the man who attacked Tony on the track.

Suddenly, the door was opened and Rhodey's voice came from behind the two of you. "Tony, you gotta get upstairs and get on top of this situation right now. Listen, I've been on the phone with the National Guard all day trying to talk them out of rolling tanks and the PCH knocking down your front door and taking these. They're gonna take your suits, Tony. Okay, they're sick of the games. You said nobody else would possess this technology for twenty years. Well guess what, somebody else had it yesterday. It's not theoretical anymore. Pumpkin had to watch it on the news! You almost died!"

He shook Tony's shoulder and you looked up. "Are you listening to me?" When Tony just stared at him, he asked in a softer tone, "Are you okay?"

"Let's go." Tony clapped him on the shoulder and climbed out of the old car he'd been siting in. He carried you in one hand as Rhodey rounded the car. And then he nearly dropped you as you collapsed. You bounded out of his arms, sliding on the slippery floor as Rhodey went to catch him.

"Hey, hey, are you alright?"

"Yeah I should go to my desk."

Rhodey helped Tony over and once their feet were far away from your head, you followed.

"See that Cigar box?"

"Yeah."

"It's Palladium."

Rhodey lifted you up so that you could sit on the desk and watch him. Tony rubbed his thumb over your head softly.

You watched as Rhodey opened up the box and Tony removed his arc reactor. It was smoking and Rhodey voiced the question in your head, "Is that supposed to be smoking?"

"If you must know, it's neutron damage."

You wrinkled your nose as the overpowering stench. It was like rotting battery acid, but worse. And you actually knew what bad battery acid smelt like.

"It's from the reactor wall." Tony said softly, handing it up to Rhodey.

"You had this in your body?" Rhodey asked incredulously, taking the fried chip out, looking down at it. Tony didn't answer, turning his back on Rhodey to get something from the desk. "And how about the high-tech crossword puzzle on your neck?"

"Road rash." Tony blatantly said. You couldn't see it, because it was on the other side of his neck.

Rhodey just nodded as he handed the arc reactor back.

"Thank you." Tony mumbled and you could hear clicking as he put the arc reactor back into place.

"What are you looking at?" Tony finally asked.

"I'm looking at you. You wanna do this whole lone gunslinger act and it's unnecessary. You don't have to do this alone."

"You know I wish I could believe that, I really do. But you gotta trust me. Contrary to popular belief, I know exactly what I'm doing."

Tony finally turned in his chair to face Rhodey, and you caught the glimpse of the dark purple-gray lines crawling up his neck. Something unpleasant twisted in your chest. That wasn't road rash- you would know. That was something else.

Something. . . well you didn't rightly know what it was.

But whatever it was, it was bad.

You wanted Rhodey to push, to find out what it was. But eventually the conversation was left alone and Rhodey went home.

[faithfulcat111]

I’m one of those people who like collecting any possible lore for things I’ve been hyper-fixated on for this long. You do not want to know some of the things I’ve done for other fandoms that never got actually shared. So labour-intensive, so worth it. But one of the things that I have been doing for Stranger Things is reading through the various comics and books that were released in addition to the show. In all honesty, I think the comics are a little higher grade than the books. Mainly because they really capture the feel of the show way better. Also, I don’t have any plans to read the things regarding Brenner or the other numbers comic or book-wise. Sorry, that stuff just isn’t interesting to me. I much prefer the dynamics for our main characters we do have than looking for other characters outside the show. 

Anyway, I’ll be going through the comics I do have and doing an analysis on what they contribute to the overall lore and characterization of these characters. Some will be fairly short. Some have quite a bit more to them. The first one is The Other Side which is Will’s POV from being in the Upside-Down in Season 1. (I do put some images from the comics in, they are at the bottom but use caution cause they are very horrific).

First off, the monster never drags Will into the Upside-Down. He slips into it himself when the light goes all bright like we see at the beginning of the first episode. The Demogorgan never even makes it into the shed, which is where I get the basis of my undying belief that all the Byers have powers and this is Will’s main one pre-Mind Flayer. Also, he shoots the Demogorgan twice. Which is why he doesn’t have the gun when we first see him talking to Joyce. He already used up his ammo of two shots. 

He hears the search party that first day they are out, that was right about the time he figured out something is wrong (time is a little screwy so roll with it) and he speaks to his mom on the phone and through his walkie to the phone. Later, with the lights in the cabinet, he takes his mom’s instructions so seriously. He is literally blinking and the lights are fading in and out at the same time. Once the alphabet is on the wall, he touches the letters to light them up. Will does use the alphabet at a couple of other points with no response so no one was likely home. 

He does hear Lonnie briefly post-funeral, but Lonnie cannot hear him at all. Will breaks a chair at this point. He also finds one of the two hunters that Callahan mentioned to Hopper in the show as being missing. So poor Will has to watch someone die.

Shortly after that, he hears Jonathan. This actually happens while Nancy is in the Upside-Down too, so both Will and Nancy can hear Jonathan calling out. Will chooses to distract the monster which lets Nancy get out. This is when Will finally goes to Castle Byers. While Will spent a lot of time running around, trying to get away from the monster, he kept going back home. He doesn’t go to Castle Byers till that last night because going without food in that toxic world is finally catching up to him and he is starting to seriously hallucinate at this point. Even when he gets out, he still keeps hallucinating he is back in the Upside-Down even as he is speaking to his family and friends. The graphics here are seriously creepy and it really adds to why Will really wasn’t explaining well what he was seeing in season 2. It gives the impression that he seriously thought he was hallucinating the whole time, not sliding back into the Upside-Down. 

This is more of an overall bit because I said I would have to check it. So, Jonathan’s ability to hear people in the Upside-Down. There are only three times that Will and Jonathan are in the same place that I can tell. The first time is the first instance of Will trying to talk through the phone. Jonathan was there with Joyce at the phone. But Will was back in his bedroom on his walkie. Also, he stops at a point because the Demogorgan comes into the room (this is when Will ends up using the second shot) so while Will can hear Jonathan, he doesn’t say a word back because the monster is right there. The second time is that it is implied that Will was hiding in the graveyard around the time of his funeral (of course we see nothing but the generic words of a funeral, so could be someone else who happened to die around the same time). Will doesn’t say anything then though. And later when Will hears Jonathan calling for Nancy. Will is silent here as well, using rocks to distract the Demogorgan and lure it away. By the time he circles back to the spot, Will sees the portal close from his side long before he gets close to the tree. 

Go read this one if you read none of the others, it is so good.

Will's hallucinations:

[cherrywbb-art]

Explaining my AUs: Survival Bears

First of all, Today is Survival Bear's one year anniversary, and I wanted to do something special, so I thought I'd bring you the history of AU, I want to remind you that there may still be mistakes and that I still end up adding certain points and correcting others. That said, I hope you like it

⚠️Tw: Self h*rm, Toxic Friendship, alc*holism, viol*nce

Well, first I would like to inform you that the point of this AU is about Trauma and how we choose to deal with it.

I created this AU when I was having a hard time with myself, but I'm currently better, and the AU has been rewritten. Starting with the fact that the bears know each other when they are already adults, so their backstories have changed.

Grizz:

Grizz during his childhood just wanted a family or at least a friend, he worked on the show "Family Troubles" for a long time until the show ended. during his time as a celebrity (without him really noticing) he received attention and met all kinds of people, including a Koala who he considered to be his best friend.

Nom Nom and Grizz were very close friends since they met at a celebrity reunion, after the end of Family Troubles, Grizz joined Nom Nom on his team and always tried to help as much as possible, and they really were great friends, but over time this good friendship started to become something bad...

A few years go by and even though Grizz no longer participates in famous shows and events, he was still well known as that little bear on that Canadian show. Not that it was something that really bothered him, but it bothered Nom Nom a lot. It didn't make sense to him, how did that bear that only participated in one series have more attention than him!? how dare he act that way? act like it's no big deal? and the more Nom Nom questioned himself, the more anger and envy grew inside him. At first it was just a few tantrums, but Grizz just thought it was because of the stress Nom Nom had with his career and tried to help him as best he could, but soon it started to get worse and worse. What was once a good friendship turned into a completely toxic friendship from Nom Nom, who constantly yelled at and humiliated Grizz in every way, and although Grizz felt this wasn't right, he couldn't let go of him, feeling he SHOULD help him and endure that pain, after all, they were best friends... right?

The last breaking point that made it all over was when Nom Nom had another one of his tantrums while they were trying to record another one of his videos for the internet, it was a disaster. As a result, Grizz was severely injured in the face. Grizz spent some time in the hospital recovering and in no time did he hear from Nom Nom who didn't even visit him to see if he was okay. After being released from the hospital, Grizz went to see how he was doing, if he was ok since the day of the accident. But the answer was what he least expected. Nom Nom finally said that he doesn't care about Grizz anymore, that he ruined that day's recording (which was not true), that he is annoying and that they are not friends anymore. It completely broke Grizz, all the moments and laughs they had weren't true? was he a bad friend? did he do something that hurt Nom Nom? well, it was no use anymore, he left Nom Nom just as he said.

Over time, he managed to find a new home, with the help of a Ranger named Dana Tabes, or just Tabes, who he consider a very special friend to him and later on he got two more friends who he considers his younger brothers.

But still having trust issues. which caused him to almost lose one of his brothers forever...

Sometimes Grizz wears an eye patch or sunglasses to cover up his face a bit.

He's very overprotectived to his bros. Especially with Ice Bear

Grizz is actually pretty good at basketball.

He works as a waiter from the same restaurant from the episode "Panda's Date".

The Patches on Grizz's jacket means that just because he's the oldest doens't mean he had to hold the weight of the responsability on his shoulders, and no matter what happen his brothers are there for him.

Panda:

As Panda didn't exactly grow up in its natural habitat, when he ran away from that Animal Sanctuary it was difficult for him to learn to defend himself, leading him to get hurt in accidents or other animals, but with time learned what life is like on the outside and ended up becoming stronger and quite independent.

When he started living with Grizz, he knew from the start that Grizz was trying to convince that Nom Nom did nothing wrong to him and if there's who should take the blame was him. Of course, the fact that Panda has been in the internet for a long time and has been knowing people who used to act just like Nom Nom, He knew the way that Grizz was thinking was wrong and harmful to others but especially for Grizz himself.

It took a while to Grizz really understand, but when he did, it broke him and make him to develop severe trust issues, and always tried to convince him to seek help about his problems, sometimes he regrets not trying to help him before that night's event happened.

But he knows he can't change what happened in the past and he prefers to accept that it happened and focus on his future and his family. He is a very close friend with Lucy, always helping her with her work and/or taking care of her little brother. And with a tall creature called Charlie, who's Panda always talks when he has time. But Don´t think that just because Panda is the most passive of the three that it means he's harmless, he's very smart when he wants to use his phone against someone and he won't regret about ruinning someone's reputation if they are talking about him or his brothers

Panda LOVES music and he has a ukulele that he often plays for his brothers.

He also doesn't like anime anymore, he prefers to forget this shameful phase of his and hates when Grizz reminds him of it (Grizz just thinks it's cute to remember this phase of his little brother) he prefers other types of things, like the music already mentioned, and books.

Panda prefers to wear his glasses most of the time, but sometimes he wears contact lenses.

Panda's pins means that his brothers have a special place in his heart, and they love him as much he loves them.

Ice bear:

Ice Bear was always resuming in one thing: Run, he always run from the danger, from hunters and others.

But he never bothered to commit a crime every now and then and live a life of adventure and action together with Yana.

There was a certain time that they separated for personal reasons, but Ice Bear continued to move on with his life until he met Grizz and Panda and began to live with them, being the last to appear in the family.

He still continued to go out at night to who knows where, something that bothered Grizz because he never said where he was going, but Grizz never spoke about it, for fear of seeming too invasive about his brother's personal life, but how he couldn't be worried about the fact that on one of his nights Ice bear arrived hurt and didn't say what happened and just said that everything was fine and that there was nothing wrong.

Until one night everything changes...

The Icy Night II events:

When Yana appears on the television screen and threatens to hurt her, Ice Bear makes an excuse saying he had to go somewhere, but this time Grizz isn't going to let it go. He finally started asking where Ice bear was going every night and why doesn't he tell them?

Ice bear replies that it wasn't anything important, and Grizz and Panda have know to about his personal life. This just started to make Grizz even more upset and worried, saying that he HAD the right to know if this involves him get hurt everytime he comes back at night, which it just leds them to a argument with eachother.

The arguing was crazy, until Ice bear bring the point to saying the Grizz was too stupid to understand the things that happend in their lifes, that if it wasn't Panda he would took years for him to realize

that Nom Nom never cared for him.

This snaps Grizz, making him to slap Ice bear in the face saying that they all promised to never speak about this again until he noticed blood that fall from Ice bear's cheek.

After being in silence for so long, Panda finally speaks saying it was enough which got the chance for Ice bear to run with Roomba to save Yana.

Now that part is practically the same as the episode, Yana is saved, they fight some robots, but what changes is the end. After defeating Barry, Yana and Ice bear runs the exit, but unfortunately, Barry had a secret weapon, making locking the entire building completly leading no one to escape, well one of them to escape. But the last chance he had, Ice bear uses Roomba to take Yana out of there while he stays behind.

The Disappearance:

At the time that Ice bear was gone, Grizz got more worried and guilt about the fight, but tried to assure him that maybe his little brother need a time to calm down and he would come back, after all he always comes back. Minutes turns to Hours, and Ice bear is hasn't come back, he didn't responding any of their messages and calls, now that was something to worried, even if Ice bear was out, he always would respond them, but nothing happenned this time.

They decided to give a time for little bro, maybe he indeed wanted a time alone and didn't want to be bothered. It passed, one, two, three, almost a week ad nothing about Ice bear and they decided to look around the city and see if anyone had seen Ice bear somewhere, but nothing, so maybe Ice bear wans't ignoring them, maybe something happened to him

Of course, with that in mind, they went to the police to report their brother's disappearence. Posters were posted everywhere, but no sign of Ice bear was found, which made Grizz feel even more guilty, if he hadn't started that fight, would his brother still be here? The more time passed, the more physically and mentally exhausted Grizz became. Which only made panda even more worried, of course, he also wanted his brother to appear, but he wanted his other brother to gradually disappear as well because of a mistake that everyone ended up making that night.

Meanwhile, Ice bear suffered at Barry's hands in every possible way. What Barry wanted to do with was not kill him and hurt him until he got tired. He tried to escape several times, but it only resulted in failure and him getting hurt even more. Until there came a time when Ice bear simply gave up, maybe that was his final destination, maybe he would die there and never see his brothers again, maybe he would never have the chance to apologize to Grizz for what he said.

Four years passed and just when he thought there was no more hope, someone came to be his salvation, he couldn't see straight until he was completely unconscious and woke up in a hospital, what seemed to be a dream came true, needless to say how much Grizz and Panda were left when they discovered that their brother was found and was recovering.

Ice bear was back, but in the same state as before. Because of this trauma, Ice bear developed serious PTSD and a lot of anxiety, which led to him almost never leaving the house and always being nervous when talking to someone he didn't know. Not to mention much had changed in the lives of his brothers as well. Their appearance had changed, they met new people and even Grizz started a relationship.

But Grizz and Panda weren't about to give up, they hadn't given up during those four years, and they sure as hell weren't going to give up now. They will fix their mistakes, and they will do it right!

Ice bear doesn't sleep in the fridge, he has his own room and it's pretty cold in there (it's like the fridge but bigger).

Ice bear likes to drink alot, he used to do this before, but after the trauma he been through it just got worse.

Speaking of bad habits, Ice bear has also tends to scratch his neck and arms when he feels stressed or anxious, because of that he wears gloves to hold his claws.

Sometimes Ice bear tends to forget to take his meds, but Panda or Grizz is always there to remember him.

His earings means that his brothers are always ready to listen to him, in the good moments and the bad moments.

Side Characters:

Tabes: One of the first friends that Grizz made after so long, she is a strong woman ready to protect who she cares and loves, she helped him find the cave and with Ice bear's disappearance.

Chloe: She's 14 at the moment and met the bears (or at least just Grizz and Panda) at the same way she met them in the episode "Chloe" when was 10, she's very close to them and is trying to be close to Ice bear at the moment, they tend to have a lot of weird moments but they trying

Yana: She's Ice bear "sister", she's also know Grizz and Panda since she was one of who helps when Ice bear disappear, which she knew where exactly he went and with who. She's very close to Ice bear and sometimes they go out together to drink or just cause trouble.

Charlie: Not much to say about him in this AU, he's Panda best friend and inspiration when he needs to paint someone. They have a great friendship, even though Panda almost him when they first met (Panda always apologized about that night)

Cherilyn (Cherry/Oc): She works at a bakery in the same street that Grizz works, she's also helps the bears with Ice bear's disappearance since she is one of Panda's friends. She's been dating Grizz and she's trying to know about more about Ice bear.

((This is the story of Survival Bears AU. There are still points that I haven't delved into as much as for example, how will Grizz and Panda live while Ice bear was missing? how did cherry and grizz meet? And among the characters I haven't mentioned but maybe appeared in the AU. But now I'm going to take a break to rest, because I intend to bring soon the comic "Untrusted" that will tell a little more about the story, I don't have a scheduled date, but I want it to be for this year. That's all buh-bye))

[izzysarchivedblogs]

He had been TALKED OUT, yet here he was talking more than he had been to Tony. Simply for the fact, that he wanted to tell him. BARE A SMALL PIECE OF HIS SOUL ⸺ or at least, share what had been on his plate today. In addition to that, he wanted to know what Tony thought, welcome in any advice that the other man would like to share with him.

That is where all of this was coming from. The simplest explanation of trust, of want. Clint hums, makes a few soft sounds. A gritted teeth hum as Tony gets handsy, not in that fervent sexual matter, but in massing him, touching. When he thumb presses into a tense spot, he lets out a relieved sigh. Tension being released.

Receiving the praise is difficulty, but he allows it. CLINT WAS DOING HIS BEST; and on the bad day? He was trying, at the least. He saw Kate today instead of running. He had planned to take days off from aa meetings, but here he was feeling like he would do ninety in ninety, every day. It wasn't so bad, and he knows where he'll be going after he is sure he can handle being alone, being fully independent.

Clint listen, going mute as Tony talks about Steve. Reminds him of what they both would know so well. THE MAN EXPECTED SO MUCH. There's a reason that many people to this day still think of Captain America as the one and only Steve Rogers. Carol and Tony were among the top of those forementioned alcoholics that Steve was friends with. ❝ His expectations are a lot to live up, more often than not I don't feel I meet them. ⸻ It, and you can't tell him this, but sometimes like he's my dad and I've failed him again; like I always failed Harold ⸺ as a son, as a man. ❞ TONY WAS REALLY GETTING AN OPEN BOOK; despite being exhausted and he sounded like that. BUTHE WOULD QUITE LITERALLY TALK UNTIL HE FELL ASLEEP.

There's more to say on Steve, but he thinks that Tony will understand why Clint was not looking forward to facing the man after what happened, the feeling behind this.

However, he would be after he's made his way with the easier people to confront. YET NATASHA WOULD BE HARD. Bucky as well, but Clint had a point that the man was not one to speak given the history, the past he must contend with. Natasha needed to be sooner, but Bucky would be first. Even if Clint feels like that's a risk. He was nervous about Bucky, even if they had a friendship now (or so he liked to think).

NATASHA? ⸻ She came met with mixed feelings. JEALOUSY, ANGRY, WORRY, SHAME; to name the negatives. Tony doesn't quite get where Clint's feelings are coming from but that simply meant that he needed to explain. Although, Tony had been right and he did want to be who Natasha trusted most; or considered as real. ❝ No. I knew what Natasha was doing ⸻inciting jealousy. toying with me because I wasn't even an option. ❞ There's something to be said about that, a tone of bitterness. Clint and Natasha had a unique relationship. She manipulated him, and he wasn't sure what he was.

❝ Even going to Bucky first, feels like the wrong move, but how else am I going to find her? ⸻ You called her in San Francisco, she probably already knows. She knew I was Ronin. ❞ THERE'S ALWAYS BEEN A BOUNDARY ISSUE BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM. That's coming with love from Clint, as well as awareness that he had his own toxic trait and issues as well. ESPCIALLY WHEN IT CAME TO NAT.

❝ I am angry with her, so I guess I have to let that settle anyways. ❞

ONCE THE NAT TOPIC IS DROPPED, Clint settles. He had meant what he said, as he sat in warm water with Tony's arms around him. Sitting here, he thought about the building, and he had done the right thing. ❝ You told me now, and not before I was looking for where to live. ❞ HE THOUGHT HE WOULD BE SHOWING UP TO HIS PLACE WITH AN OVERDUE EVICTION NOTICE.

Not that Tony was the building's owner, and hired people to keep the place as it was, perhaps with better service.

I WANT YOU TO FEEL SAFE ⸻ ❝ Yeah, I really do. I could just ramble, and. . . ❞ YAWN, DAMMIT. ❝ yeah, very safe. ❞

Tony is both shocked and impressed by how readily Clint is was speaking about all of this. This was the first time since even before all of this, that it felt like Clint willingly wanted to speak to Tony about something real, rather than Tony just dragging it out of him against his will.

He started wondering if rewarding him for this with a heavy make out session would be bad for the whole recovery thing.

He continued to just massage him in different spots. His hands not quite being able to settle in any one place. His scalp, his neck, his shoulders, the small of his back, his hips. At one point he just took Clint's hands and massaged the fleshy part between his thumb and fingers.

"You're doing great. You were blindsided today and you still went up there and opened up to her and let it all out. You've given her the space. You two want to be okay with each other, so stay good to your word and you will be," he said.

He nodded as Clint said his fears about Steve. He got it. He'd upset Steve so many times now. Sometimes to the point he was pretty sure Steve might actually kill him. "Steve is tricky. He expects so much from everyone. He expects them to always be the absolute best versions of themselves all the time. And you absolutely were not that. But remember, Steve is friends with me. You know how many times we've gone head to head now. And we're still friends. He expects a lot from you, but he wants to still be your friend. And boy, does that man expect a lot from you. He really can see how great you can be. Him and me both. We've talked about it. And you've always frustrated the hell out of him, but he knows how good you can be. So be open. He knows alcoholics. He's friends with alcoholics. He'll get it. But I can tell you right now, you go to him and you tell him what you did and why. And you make that promise that you're working on getting better, he's going to expect you to put your whole ass into getting better."

Talks of exes and exes exes. There's a little jealousy. But Tony thinks he could say things about Nat that would make Clint feel the same way. Nat was Nat. She was the best. And sometimes she was the worst, but even when she was, you couldn't help but want to have her near. It was easy to feel jealous when people talked about their relationship with her, because it always felt like he was missing out on that and at the same time, that he could never live up to that.

He took a deep breath and let it out, because Clint was here with him. He had been the one that he'd called. And Natasha was just his friend. Best friend sure. Ex as well. But he hadn't called her.

"Don't worry. I understand. You want to be the one that Natasha trust most. And god - I don't want to ever try and assume what Natasha is thinking, but I don't think she thinks you're weak. I think she thinks you're good. I don't think she thinks that about Bucky. At least not the same way. I think maybe what upset her this time - was that you weren't being good."

He didn't really know if that was true. He didn't really know what was Natasha was thinking. No one ever knew what Natasha was feeling. Plus he hadn't been there. But it was something that he'd always felt was true when he'd seen her with either man.

The last thing Tony had expected to hear next was that he was right about buying the building. He wanted to kiss him right there and then. "I still should have told you," he said. "And I'll keep it."

He nuzzled into Clint's hair and wrapped his arms around him, hugging him from behind. "Good. I want you to feel safe."

[nymphmoth]

Okay so I know I’m still kinda new to this app & don’t have really any followers but I wanted to rant about FNaF or well a theory real quick. So I guess I should just get right into it; Duel Process Theory (a channel on Yt for those who don’t know) uploaded their first video which was a two hour long theory about FNaF to UCN. I’m gonna go ahead and just say that I believe this theory a lot more than I believe Mat Pats. The reason I believe DPTs theory more than I do Mat Pats is because I believe their evidence is a lot more solid and they were able to look at all the games and theory following the games after they had already been made, so they pretty much already had everything laid out for them. They just needed to find the missing pieces and fill in plot holes, as well as figure out what the other theorists got wrong, they also were able to look at everything, not just the games but the theories as well, from an outside perspective; and again after everything was already out there. Whereas other theorists like Mat Pat were trying to figure everything out as the games and books were being released.

The first point they made in the theory was that they believe C.C is Cassidy, and DPT provided pretty solid evidence and reasonings behind this. I’m not going to go into full detail, if you want to know all the details I recommend looking the video up on Yt and watching it. Two big pieces of evidence for this was one the logbook, and two the happiest day. Again I’m not going to go into detail because they explained it a lot better than I ever could, so you should just watch their video over it. And I know that this is honestly a pretty controversial take within the FNaF fandom but, honestly? I believe them, it makes no sense that one of the most important characters of the games wouldn’t have a name. Plus in the movie Cassidy has the exact same blonde shade of hair that Vanessa (who is Williams bio kid in the movie) has, plus Cassidy is wearing a striped shirt similar to the crying child in FNaF 4. Am I saying that Cassidy is one of William kids in the movie? No, but I am saying that there is a parallel there.

The second major point DPT made is that Mike is actually the vengeful spirit in UCN. Another hot take, but, I believe this one as well. As someone who’s grown up in a toxic environment I know that my older siblings are a lot more justice motivated even if they are in the wrong. DPTs evidence for this was the lines where Mike is repeating to his father, “I’m going to come find you,” in a very threatening way. The other evidence is William’s voice specifically calling out to Henry and Mike, the only two souls actually there. As well as the animatronics voice lines when Mike is talking through them. Again DPT explains this a lot better than me, so you should probably go watch their video.

So finally to the reason I’m talking about this on the internet right now, Game Theorists made a video talking about DPTs theory which usually isn’t a bad thing. I want to go ahead and say something real quickly here, I am a major fan of Game Theorists and I have been for a really long time, what I’m about to talk about is not from hatred or anything malicious; I’m just disappointed. When Game Theorists cover DPTs theory they didn’t cover most of what DPT talked about in their theory, which I know it was a two hour long video but they didn’t cover the major points DPT made and even said that Cassidy (C.C) being a missing child didn’t make sense because he was bit everyone saw that. Not even covering what DPT said about how in real life hospitals will often send people who’ve had they’re frontal lobes injured to rest at home. Game Theorists pointed out that we here the monitor flatlining but they completely dismissed that it doesn’t necessarily mean he died, but instead was taken off of it when he was moved from the hospital to his room. Game Theory also didn’t cover that one of the points DPT made was that William buried his son in the woods and used it as an alibi, saying that his son was missing too. Obviously that is just a speculation, but if that is what happened (and let’s just say it is) Cassidy would be missing to the public, thus making him one of the missing children. Another reason I’m disappointed in Game Theorists is because they didn’t seem like they were actually interested in the theory at all and were only using it as an advertisement for Mat Pats Lofi horror quest thing on Spotify, which Mat Pat even states himself that, that’s the only reason he’s there.

So In conclusion, Game Theorists used someone else’s theory to promote one of their projects and then swept it under the rug. This also brought to my attention that Mat Pat and the Game Theorists are too caught up in their own theories to really give any others a chance which is fine, but I’m still disappointed, and I believe this needs to be talked about more because this isn’t the first time they’ve talked about someone else’s theory just to rip it apart for any plot holes it may have.

If you have anything you want to add to this in the comments that’s fine but if you have have any questions about DPTs theory please go watch their video on YouTube, I know it’s two hours long but they have it broken down in segments so it’s easier to watch.

[diamond-coral]

A Game

Summary: Tony suggests a game that you, the unfortunate intern, get dragged right into the center of: who can make a woman cum the fastest?

Pairings: all dark!: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Thor x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader, Tony x Reader, implied natasha x reader

Warnings: DUB-CON/NON-CON (oral: f-receiving, fingering, tiny smidge of analplay) VOYEURISM/EXHIBITIONISM, BLACKMAILING, OVERSTIMULATION. The characters in this story are NOT good people. After reading the warnings, your media consumption is your own responsibility!

As Stark’s party mellowed down and all the guests left, you, the unfortunate intern, were called over to the small group of five Avengers seated in a section of couches.

“Y/n, come!” Thor’s voice boomed.

“Y/n, come!” Sam mimicked, deepening his voice to make fun of Thor’s.

You approached them as the men snickered at Sam’s joke. 

“What can I do for you?” you ask, a fake smile plastered on your face.

Stark cleared his throat and raised a brow at you; a silent command. 

“What can I do for you, sir?” 

“A round of drinks please, and add this to Sir Barnes, Sir Rogers, and I’s drinks.” Thor handed you the flask of his Asgardian liquor and you accepted it, hiding the slight nervous tremble of your hands.

“Of course, sir.”

“Someone’s been learning their manners,” Steve taunted, and it took all your restraint to not snarl at him.

“Easy there, Rogers,” Stark interjected, noticing how your fingers clenched Thor’s flask tighter. “Pretty sure Barnes fucked the brat outta her couple days ago when he came back from that shitshow of mission in Bosnia. Got a lot of pent up rage there, Buck?”

“Mission just put me in a bad mood,” Bucky shrugged. “Either way, I don’t think I fucked all the brat outta her. Got anything left for me, doll?”

“I have nothing for you, you self-righteous, ignorant prick,” you spat venomously.

“There she is. I always love a challenge.” Bucky smirked at how your knuckles were turning white around the flask. “Now didn’t Thor ask you to go fetch us some drinks?”

You huffed, opting to bite your tongue rather than lashing out, and spun on your heel toward the minibar.

Three-months ago, you would never have imagined your internship interview at S.H.I.E.L.D to bring you here. Your interview had been conducted by Captain America himself, and just as things began to look promising, it was interrupted by a sharp knock from Tony Stark. Tony had brought Steve into the hall, leaving the door to the conference room open, and you could only sneak glances through the window of the room, hearing Steve whisper about how it was “a question of morality” while they both kept looking back at you.

You got the position, and the next day, Tony sat you down and gave you an offer.

The Avengers needed to be ‘taken care of’, as he put it, and you being a ‘stress-reliever’ would boost morale around the team. Most of the them never had time for the outside world (apparently saving the world was a big commitment?) and were rarely ever able to make lasting relationships. You could accept the position, be compensated monthy, and get to live in the compound, or you could decline, and walk away with your mouth sealed by the confidentiality contract you signed before the interview.  Something about S.H.I.E.L.D. work being linked to a lot of top secret information, meaning you weren’t allowed to speak any details of the job to outside parties unless you wanted to get sued for every penny you were worth.

You had been on the cusp of taking the second option before Tony mentioned your sister’s job as S.H.I.E.L.D. as an agent. She was half the reason you’d interviewed for an internship. A couple words from Tony about her possibly falling into a fatal accident on a mission, and you took the position offer in a heartbeat.

You almost overfilled the glass while getting lost in your train of thought. Setting down the bottle of expensive whiskey, you placed the last glass next to the others on the silver tray, and picked it up, gracefully yet begrudgingly making your way back to the small gathering.

“Y/n, finally. We were just talking about who here can make a woman cum the fastest.”

The complete utter bluntness of Tony’s words caught you entirely off guard, and you tripped over your own feet, stumbling in your high heels to keep the tray of drinks from falling before Sam reached an arm out to catch the tray and another arm to hold your hip and steady you.

You ripped yourself from Sam’s touch without acknowledging or thanking him, to disturbed by Tony’s previous words to do so. You began passing out the glasses of dark liquid. “And you’re telling me this why?” Your voice was flat in hopes of showing Tony you were completely disinterested in any plans he might have.

“Why, we need your aid, Lady Y/n,” Thor answered a little too cheerfully for your taste.

“I won’t be partaking in your little immature competition of toxic masculinity.” You crossed your arms and continued. “It makes it seem that women are nothing but prizes. Games to be played by boys as they fight over the highscore. Toys.”

“Aren’t they?” Steve cocked his head, eyes glimmering with amusement while a smirk painted his face. The rest of the men chuckled at his reply.

“I think HR would be shocked to hear that Captain America is being a sexist dick to a woman in the workplace,” you bit back, but your threat was weak and they all knew it.

“I think HR would be to busy writing a condolence letter to your sisters family if, let’s say, on her mission with Sam tomorrow in Russia, a stray bullet hit her,” Steve replied. A quick reminder at the stakes. 

Sam clicked his tongue and shook his head in mock sympathy. “Those darn Russians and their careless aim.”  

He abruptly pushed himself off the couch and clapped his hands together. “I wanna go first,” he declared.

“Just remember, you can’t use your dick,” Tony added. “Some of us don’t have super soldier serum enhanced fuckwands.”

“Please never, ever say fuckwand again,” Bucky said, scrunching up his nose. “Besides, the hydra serum didn’t do anything down there.” He waggled his eyebrows while elbowing his enhanced counterpart. “Don’t think I could say the same for this punk here though.”

Steve muttered a ‘shut up’ while the group snickered.

All while they compared sizes like a bunch of teenagers, Sam manhandled you onto the coffee table in the center of the couches. You let out a grunt as you were shoved onto your front, stomach pressed into the tabletop while your pelvis was slammed into the edge.

Sam kneeled behind you and brought up two fingers to your mouth.

“Get ‘em nice and wet for me, baby.”

The men around you went quiet, entranced as you reluctantly took Sam’s fingers into your mouth, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around them.

When Sam finally pulled them out, he looked back at Tony.

“You ready?” Sam asked.

Sam hiked the flowy skirt of your dress up your legs causing you to squirm and pathetically thrash; a desperate attempt at putting an abrupt stop to this stupid game.

“You’re on the clock.”

At Tony’s words, Sam immediately stopped your desperate attempt at worming away from him by catching you by the back of your neck and slamming you back down hard on the coffee table. Much to your disdain, the rough treatment made you wet, and that was the last thing you wanted them to see.

But when Sam pulled your lacy panties down, you could tell it was the first thing he noticed.

“Fuck babygirl, I didn’t need you lubing up my fingers, you’re already drenched,” he noted.

You let out a soft moan as Sam worked two calloused fingers into your pussy. Although they’re thick and long, they were nowhere near the size of his dick and you silently thanked whatever was out there that he wasn’t splitting you in half with it at the moment. Sam released the grip on your neck, moving to settle the hand on your ass before giving it a light squeeze and a slap that elicited another moan from you. While Sam slowly began moving his fingers- twisting, curling, and pumping them- he leaned over you, caging your body under his broad chest, to speak dirty words into your ear.

“Baby, you’re so wet right now, I think you like having them watch you.” Your cheeks burned in shame while he picked up the pace. “You want them to see how well-behaved you are for me? Want them to see how you come on my hand like a good little slut?” he cooed.

Slow pumps now turned to quick thrusts from his skilled fingers and Sam groaned as you fluttered around him.

“That’s it. You’re taking me perfectly.”

Twisting his wrist so his thumb could also strum your clit, Sam was moving so fast you’d easily mistake him for a superhuman.

“Yes, Sam, please,” you cried out, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, babygirl. Wrong word,” he scolded, although his pace never slowed as his fingers brutally fucked into you.

“Daddy!” you screamed. “I’m cumming!”

You chanted those words, cunt clamping down on his merciless fingers. He gave you no reprieve, mercilessly thrusting into you, until you squirted, your release coating his hand and dripping down his forearm. Only when you were almost crying, did he finally remove his hand from your abused cunt.

“Now that-,” Sam stated, grinning while he stood. “-is how you make a girl come.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever Birdbrain.” You don’t have any strength to look at Tony as he speaks. “Give her a couple minutes before whoever’s next.”

Whatever the conversation was between them (you couldn’t hear it over the buzzing in your brain), it was much too short to your liking. The few minutes Tony gave you only felt like a few seconds before Bucky was getting up.

“Guess I’ll take a crack at it,” he announced, rolling his head from side to side.

“No one says “take a crack at it” anymore, old man.”

“Keep talking when your in last place, Sam,” Bucky quipped, however, his tone was still light.

You felt a metal hand on your hip before you were rolled over onto your back, now facing Bucky while your eyes pleaded with him.

“Please dont,” you croaked.

Bucky just scoffed, kneeling down between your legs and wrapping both arms around your thighs as he pulled you closer.

“Tony?” His hot breath fanned your pussy as he spoke and you inhaled sharply at the feeling.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Stark said.

Bucky wasted no time the moment the words left Tony’s mouth. He started by licking up from your hole to clit over and over, the lazy stripes already driving you wild. Letting go of one of your thighs to bring his flesh hand to your pussy, he pulled the hood of your clit back, pausing his licking to blow on your engorged bud.

“Such a pretty pussy, doll,” he murmured before turning his head around and speaking louder. “You guys seeing this?” 

He moved his head out of the way to showcase your glistening folds. A couple groans from the men on the couches had you trying to close your legs, but Bucky’s grip was like steel (especially considering his hand was metal).

“Wasting time Buck,” Steve commented and Bucky just rolled his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I can still beat Sam and have time left over,” he scoffed.

Bucky directed his attention back to your folds, this time, diving in right away. He still had the hood of your clit pulled back as he encased the bud with his lips causing you to writhe at the intense sensation. And yet, you were held down with practically no effort as he methodically played with you. Each time he groaned against you, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, and by the time he started sucking on your clit, you were wrecked. Your hand found home in his brown locks of hair while he quickly moved his tongue back and forward on your sensitive nub that was trapped in the vacuum of his mouth. The coil inside you wound tighter and tighter, and suddenly, while Bucky began shaking his head from side to side, it snapped. Your clit pulsed rapidly while encased in his hot mouth, and you screamed, legs locking around his head while your hand held his head in place. He worked you while you rode out your orgasm on his face until you could barely move.

Bucky got up from his knees, grinning down at you, so weak, you couldn’t muster it in you to glare back.

“Now I think I really fucked the brat out of you,” he said. “What was that?” He cupped his ear. “Did I hear a thank you sir?”

“Thank you, sir,” you whimpered weakly.

You were so fucked out, all the next events were but a blur.

Thor had feasted between your thighs the same as Bucky but was more sloppy, although, your body seemed to love ‘sloppy’. His tongue was constantly lashing and worming around your clit, the wet muscle accompanied by lewd slurping sounds, and in record time, Thor’s suckling and licking had you tensing and building up so much that your orgasm felt like a waterfall crashing over your body.

Steve was just as methodical and precise as Bucky, also pumping his fingers slowly in and out of your pussy. He was sweetly slow, dragging out your pleasure to the point where you were begging him to come. His warm tongue dragged across your sensitive cunt, while another hand reached up to grab a breast and pinch a nipple. You felt like your body was on fire. It wasn’t until Steve had inserted a thumb into your ass that he finally allowed your body sweet sweet release.

Your head span as finally collapsing on Tony’s floor, listening to the muffled voices above you.

You didn’t even register Stark’s words as he announced Thor had won and Steve had come in last. You barely even heard Steve’s defense that he was just enjoying himself too much in the moment.

Although ten-minutes later you had a somewhat sense of clarity, after hearing their conversation, you wished you were just unconscious. Even better, dead.

“I’m tellin’ you man, I made her squirt. She definitely came the hardest with me.” Sam’s voice rang.

“Dude- she was literally grinding against my face and holding me in a headlock with her legs,” Bucky argued.

“I literally made the brat beg to cum,” Steve inserted.

“I’d say that by bringing her to release the fastest, it was most intense with me,” Thor declared, victoriously.

You were on the brink of tears as they talked about you. Until another voice cut into the room. A female voice.

“What do you boys think you’re doing?”

It was Natasha. Your head jolted up as you felt a glimmer of hope surge through you.

That glimmer of hope was quickly extinguished at her next words.

“Not inviting me to the boy’s party?” she scolded. “You think a girl might beat you by a landslide?”

Nat squatted down next to you, running a soft hand on your cheek.

“Well you’re right. I’ll beat Thor’s record and cut it in half.”

She began unbuttoning her pants.

“And I’ll do it while riding her face.”

[stupidity-incorperated]

Thought I'd bring this baby back up with some new art and backstory

Clayface Basil "Malibu Karlo case file 489573

[NOT FOR PUBLIC REDISTRIBUTION]

Basil "Malibu" karlo age: 16

Gender: prefers not to disclose

Backstory: Basil was born on December 17th 1969 in Love Canal New York. Toxic conditions in the area caused their DNA to become.... unstable at worst and questionable at best. This has allowed their unique ability to mimic others. We have also been told that they practiced in front of the TV, copying scenes from their favorite movies and one day aspire to be an actor.

On July 7th 1978, Basil was relocated to Saint Murphy's orphanage in Gotham City, New Jersey after her parents passing. That October, the orphanage would do a production of Romeo and Juliet. She would star in Juliets role. This would intrigue a representative of Markus Jolly Studios who convinced her to audition for a role on there new sitcom "Suburbia Overture". She would get the role of the daughter Melody. This would be Basils first Role in the acting industry.

Although the show was successful on the outside, lasting 5 seasons, 8 thirty minute specials and a musical. The inside took its toll on the child's psyche. There were constant problems that Basil has refused to elaborate on. She claims that practicing her shape shifting calmed her down when it go intense. She mimicking was noticed by another representative, this time one from, Golden Arch Studios who gave her the first opportunity for a feature film role. She hesentently accept. Thus 1981 ended the Suburbia Overture run and began Basil's movie career.

The movie career was a bit more lax than in Suburbia. Basil had finally realized their dream and they were happy. There were a few directors and cameramen with foul intentions (basil refused further elaboration) but they seemed overall fine. There shape shifting has improved. No two movies were the exact same, many people assumed ther differences in face were from practical effects and makeup.

However nothing good can last forever, after the successful release of "Class up the bat!" In the march of 1984 (Film Fun magazine cover shown). Golden Arch began a search for other actors to experiment with Basil. Basil, completely not taking the hint, began to worry about being replaced,began using their shape shifting for more than acting. They began sabotaging other actors getting them blacklisted from Golden Arch. These efforts were mostly successful. Until the August of that month. They were caught on camera, shape shifting outside of a local TGI Fridays They had Finished robbing. To keep there, golden Arch and Markus Jolly Studios reputations somewhat clean and decent. District attorney Harvey dent( See two face's file) had basil plea insanity and had them shiped to the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum in hopes of helping her mental state.

Dr.Hugo Strange believed a huge reason she did her "escapades" was due to a lack of cooperation, communication and a general lack of appropriately aged friends. So he put her in his Arkham group, "strange's oddities" which at the time was just Ezra Rane but he claimed it was a start. As more "missions' went on and Abner joined the team, basil became more social, more skilled in her abilities and slightly more paranoid that someone would go wrong.

And some want wrong indeed. During a mission called "shaved iceberg" basil was figured out, captured and exposed to both psychological torture and harsh chemicals. Those chemicals (combined with there already unstable DNA created whqt we call clayface. After a 3 week period, basil was captured and supposedly cured by Dr Strange. Creeper was added to the team shortly after and things seem normal.

However I can't shake the feeling that he didn't do shit to fix this and used his "mind powers" to make it look like he did, basil can't see it but...I swear some times I see her melting like she did as clayface.....only time will tell if they find out or not.

-Dr David Kennedy

Basement wing orderly

Basil "Malibu"Karlo was Born on February 3rd 1970 in Love Canal. Due to the heavy chemicals surrounding the area Basil gained there peculiar ability to shape shift and mimic others. As they grew up, their skills developed. By the age of 8 he was evacuated to the Gotham orphanage after her parents died from chemical exposure.

While in the orphanage,they gained a love for old Hollywood and film. They later earned a contract with Markus Jolly studios as an actress on the sitcom, "Suburban overture." It was a toxic work environment, especially for a 9 year old but they still somehow perceived it. The success from the show gained her more roles for them to own their shape shifting craft, the amazed audience believed there changes we made via cgi or practical effects.

After the release of A bit of class for the bat, Basil faced competition by other actors despite their shape shifting. Later they began a streak of crime to frame them and get them blacklisted from the industry. Unfortunately this was not meant to last, in October 1984 she was caught at the scene and was identified by their webbed toes(the one thing that never could shape shift with the rest of them.). To keep their record clean Markus Jolly studios made her plead insanity and admitted her to the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum until further notice.

They are currently under the supervision of Dr. Hugo Strange on his team the strange angels as an imposter for gigs he assigns the angels to.

Their sanity has only become worse... like a melting lump of clay

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