#this is not me shitting on bernard by the way because i do actually think there's hooks there!

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt. 7

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“I’m having a child.”

Danny stared at Batman.

“…Uh, congrats?”

Batman whips out a stack of paper and a pen. “It’s you. Sign here and initial the highlighted spots.”

Danny instinctively, from years of dealing with Vlad, whacked the stack right out of Batman’s hands and into the bay. He doesn’t even feel bad about littering this time because, “Begone, fruitloop!”

Wait, no, that’s not what he meant.

“I mean- I have parents!”

“Not for long.” Batman muttered and then did a double take. “You have parents? How?”

Danny gasped, placing a hand on his chest to clutch his metaphorical pearls. He ignored Batman’s mutters. Everyone knows the vigilante has an adoption problem. At least, everyone who lived in Gotham did, as everyone who didn’t was somehow convinced that he “worked alone” or some bullshit like that. “Are you naturally this insensitive or were you dropped on your head as a baby? Obviously I had to come from somewhere.”

“They’re still… alive?”

“And kicking,” Danny said, inching away from yet another rich weird guy trying to adopt him. “Mostly the kicking part, though.” He said, remembering the sparring sessions. His mom could kick his as six ways to Sunday with nothing but jiu-jitsu and still have time to work in the lab.

“I see.”

“I’m charging you extra for the emotional upheaval. I have trauma regarding rich people trying to adopt me.”

Batman sullenly handed over a thousand.

“Sweet. There’s a group of shades down here asking if you could find their murderer. Apparently the serial killer is still at large.” Danny pointed.

“Of course. Tell me everything.”

The adoption papers disappeared as Batman went into detective mode.

Danny shoved the cash into his glowing chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He needed to make rent this month so it was a windfall running into Batman.

——

“Hey, Tim?”

Tim woke up from his Power Nap. “Huh?”

“Phantom’s complaining that Batman kept trying to adopt him.”

Tim blinked. “Uh.. what does that have to do with me?”

Danny stared at him, a patiently amused smile on his face. “Just in case the rumor about the Wayne’s sugar-daddy-into the Bats was a thing. Other than that, we might have to confront Batman to get him off of Phantom’s back. ”

“You… want to confront Batman.”

“Hey, man, Phantom’s a friend and it’s ride or die.” Danny snickered. It was literally die, with his Phantom side of things. He held two fists up, and wound them, like Popeye right after eating spinach or something. “And if Batman bothers Phantom, we ride at dawn.”

“Batman doesn’t come out unless it’s dark, though? Or for the Justice League.” Tim grinned. He mentally classified Danny under his “to go to” list. That’s where Bart, Bernard, Cassie, Kon, and Garfield were. If he starts shit, he could count on them to have his back and cause even more shit. Danny, wanting to fistfight Bruce over the man making Phantom uncomfortable? He absolutely is making that list.

“Then we ride at, like, dusk. Or uh, like 10PM. I gotta get my beauty sleep.”

“You’ll definitely need it,” Tim inconspicuously texted the group chat, which quickly blew up.

“Shut up,” Danny playfully shoved Tim. “Wait, can Batman even legally adopt? Isn’t being a vigilante illegal? And how can he adopt someone dead?”

Tim dramatically flailed and splayed over Danny’s carpeted living room. “Dunno about his identity,” he lied to Danny, like a liar. “But Gotham has a bunch of laws for the undead/restored to life people so there’s probably enough gray space there.”

Danny spluttered. “You guys have undead friendly laws?”

“Yeah, geht do you think Grundy just chills out? Plus, we have like a minor resurrection event every few years. It usually doesn’t stick but sometimes it does. Bruce pushed for those laws when Jason came back to life, except he doesn’t actually want people to know he’s like, alive.”

“Jason died?” Danny blinked. Well, that would explain the vibes. “Huh. So what’s up with his rank vibes then?”

“Rank vibes?” Tim pressed record on his phone.

Danny nodded. “Yeah, you know how Phantom’s got like a really chill green vibe?” Inwardly, Danny snickered at his pun. Chill. Yeah, he meant that very literally. “Jason’s got kind of a rank green vibe. He’s kind of stinky? Definitely never introduce him to Phantom.” Danny’s senses got worse in his ghost form.

“Jason regularly showers, though?!”

“Not smell! Like, a spiritual smell?”

“You can smell souls?!” Tim sat up. “Bro, you’re a meta?!”

“Uh.” Danny hesitated. “Yeah. I can smell souls. It’s a thing. Everyone from my town can do it.”

“What?!” Tim paused. “Wait, can Phantom smell souls?”

“Yeah. We’re, uh, from the same town.”

“Danny, what the fuck?”

“Hey, don’t look at me like that, you’re the one with a soul-sick brother! Not to mention, you’re kinda stinky too!”

“Hey!”

“Soul-stinky nerd man!”

——

“I stink?!” Jason spluttered out, extremely offended.

“The Lazarus pits. He’s most likely smelling traces of Lazarus pit on you, you imbecile.”

“We need to speak to Phantom. This instant.”

“I dunno, B. Danny sounded like he was gonna break your face if you bothered Phantom anymore.” Dick snickered.

“Yeah,” Tim chimed in, from his seat in front of the Bat-computer. “He was pretty serious.”

“Are we just gonna glaze over the fact that they’re from the same town?!” Stephanie exclaimed, practicing her moves on a training dummy.

“How does that even work? What does that mean? I thought Phantom was an immortal?” Duke asked.

“We also can’t rule out time-travel.” Barbara slammed her baton into a training dummy, twisting her wheelchair in an agile maneuver that left the dummy on the floor.

“No bothering Phantom.” Cass proclaimed.

“That’s quite right. You all have a warm dinner sitting above your cave and should it remain uneaten, I assure you that sherbet Sunday and crêpe Tuesday shall be canceled.” Alfred stepped in. The Bats, threatened, scrambled to ditch their gear and go upstairs.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Cheshire behind the cut; “the one where Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Do you know what subspace and sub drop are?” Tim asks. 

“Uh . . . no?” Kon says, then frowns a little as he remembers–“You were talking about me dropping something when I was, like, all out of it before, right? So like–is it something with that?” 

“Yes,” Tim says. The way he’s petting Kon’s hair sort of–changes, a little, and Kon gets this weird little thought that it’s suddenly kinda more like Tim’s petting him for himself, more than anything else. Like, as a little–tic, or something, that he’s using to keep his focus. So that’s . . . weird, kinda. Yeah. 

Kon doesn’t even know where that thought came from, really, but . . . 

He’d like to be something Tim could use for that, he thinks, and bites the inside of his lip as he feels his skin heat up over that thought. 

“Did you feel different, when you were subbing?” Tim asks carefully. It’s his “assessing my teammate’s psychological condition” voice again, and also pretty obviously an “I know the answer to this question but I don’t know if you know the answer to this question” kind of question. 

“Yeah,” Kon says, and shrugs a little. “Like–I usually do, when it’s, you know. Good. I just get, uh–a little weird sometimes, I guess? Sorry.” 

Tim frowns. 

“Do you feel . . . mm. Detached? Lightheaded? Or emotional, maybe?” he asks, still careful. It is absolutely another “I know but I want to know if you know” question. Like, for absolute friggin’ certain it is. “When it’s–good, I mean.” 

“Yeah,” Kon says, because he feels all that and a whole lot of other things besides, when it’s good. And even more when it’s this good, really, including a few things that would be sorta embarrassing to admit to and a few things that would be sorta mortifying to admit to. He doesn’t really know why Tim’s asking any of this, but the guy’s asked him weirder shit for less reason, so it’s whatever. “Um. Is that, like . . . I mean, that happens to me sometimes, yeah. Just didn't know it was like, a thing? You know, like–with a name and all.” 

“But you do feel that way?” Tim asks, still just barely frowning. It makes Kon a little bit worried, like maybe it’s a bad thing and he’s–well, it kinda is a bad thing, he guesses. Like . . . definitely not a safe one, even if it makes him feel, like . . . 

Well. Safe, he guesses. 

“Yeah, I mean–I guess I do?” Kon says, and shrugs again. It’s a little more awkward this time, maybe, but it feels like a stupid thing to be evasive about or whatever. “I mean, like I said, I just get a little weird and all. Like, I try not to, think I kinda freaked Wonder Girl out once or twice that way. And like, she said it was okay, but . . .” 

But he hadn’t felt okay about it. Like–very much he had not felt okay about it. He’d felt like a problem, and like he was being weird and selfish and too fucking much and she was maybe finally gonna get sick of him being too much and– 

. . . wait, Kon thinks, and frowns a little himself. He does usually try not to get so, like . . . weird, yeah. But like . . . did he try not to get weird this time? He doesn’t, like . . . remember, if he really . . . 

“You try not to feel like that during the sex, or you try not to feel like that during the aftercare?” Tim asks, which seems like such a bizarre little thing to even bother caring about and kinda makes Kon feel . . . not weird again, but . . . a little . . . lighter, maybe. Like . . . somehow. 

He can’t help thinking about how goddamn fucking good Tim is at Domming, and just how quick he and Bernard had both rattled off their hard no’s and safewords and everything at the start, and how neither of them’s forgotten any of his or acted like they were stupid or annoying, and how much they both talk–how much they both talk during the actual sex, even–and how, like . . . 

When Tim safeworded earlier it was just a thing, and not a thing. 

And neither Tim or Bernard’s gotten freaked out by him getting weird or getting . . . weirder, even. 

So that’s . . . something that Kon can’t help thinking about right now, for whatever reason. 

“Um,” he says, not sure exactly what the fuck he’s feeling about . . . all that shit he can’t help thinking about, he guesses. Just . . . all of that. “Dunno what ‘aftercare’ means either. What’s, uh–that one?” 

It’s probably just something else he already does and just didn’t know had an actual name, Kon figures. “Aftercare” he guesses sounds like something he’d do after, like, the typical morning-after walk-of-shame home–okay, the morning-after flight-of-shame, and also he has zero shame either way so it’s whatever–so maybe it’s something about dealing with the kinda, like–hangover kinda thing that he gets, usually, or just the hangover thing itself, even, maybe that’s a thing that actually isn’t just–

“That's the part where everyone checks in with each other and makes sure no one's upset,” Tim says, and Kon . . . blinks, very slowly. The–what? 

“Uh . . . upset about what?” he asks, and belatedly tries to make the question jokey by adding, “I mean, I’m definitely upset your dick’s not in me right now, but that’s just me being a greedy fuck, you know?” 

“Ngh,” Tim mutters under his breath, his fingers very briefly tightening in Kon’s hair, and then lets out a doors-blowing exhalation. “Upset about how the scene went. Sometimes people talk about what they liked and what they might wanna do differently next time; sometimes it's just making sure everyone's comfortable and gets some food and water in them before they fall asleep and wake up feeling gross.” 

Kon–blinks, again. Remembers Tim coaxing him into drinking the water bottle and feeding him the protein bar bite by bite and not even like a come-on, and even kind of the thing with bringing him the candy, and–there’s a third plate of breakfast on that tray, too. Like . . . that Bernard brought to him. 

Oh, he thinks, and feels weird.

[nonbinary-bitch]

You know, there is something I can't stop thinking about.

Why is (as far as I can tell, correct me if I'm wrong) Joker the only person that tried to do something about the abuse at Hullabaloo?

I'm not saying that what he did was right but still.

Mike knew about the abuse but didn't do anything, hell, he denied Hullabaloo being a bad place because he wasn't the one abused even tho others were. Sure, he helped Murro escape but damn dude you have problems.

Margaretha was a victim of abuse, sure, but she never went to cops or anything? Or asked Joker to do it for her. Don't get me wrong, she was scared and I get it, but you have to try to do something.

Murro ran away and never tried to contact someone to tell them what was going on, which fits his whole thing of "wanting to be the knight but not really doing anything".

Violetta didn't even realise she was being abused (from what I can tell) so I don't know what I can even say here.

And then you have Joker who was the only one to try end this shit. He didn't do that at first but he was still helping the best he can (even if only Marg, which, what the fuck dude) with the abuse, and then, when it became too much I guess, he tried to act, failed and got his ass beat, and went on a killing spree.

In a fuck up way, he was the only one to try to end the abuse at the Hullabaloo.

And end the lives of people that probably didn't have anything to do with it which is really fucked up don't do it kids.

Edit: I'm gonna be honest, at the time of writing this I was thinking way to simple about the whole thing which I shouldn't have done. Some of my opinions changed a bit (you guys have some good takes on the whole thing, ngl) but I actually have even more questions now.

Like: how did the illusion of "a perfect family" didn't start breaking the moment Murro ask for help in escaping? Did others knew about all the bullshit Bernard did to Murro? Why didn't they try breaking the illusion before Joker went crazy-killer-mode (assuming they knew at the time)? I have so many questions man.

[gothamite-rambler]

Bernard's parents make Tim's entire home life a lot easier to deal with

Mr. Dowd (in another room): I'm not going out there!

Mrs. Dowd (in the same room with him): You can't go out and eat dinner with—

Mr. Dowd: NO! I don't like him!

Mrs. Dowd: You don't like anyone, BRYAN! You're such an asshole that you can't even be a little less of an asshole and have dinner with your son and his boyfriend!

Bryan: No, MELISSA, because he could do way better! I don't give a shit about him being whatever, but he needs someone not as weird and talkative! ADHD my ass, that's an excuse for lazy people!

Melissa: Ah yes, you know about that stuff you failed psychiatrist!

Bryan: Big talk coming from the woman who managed to fail clown college!

Melissa: That is a damn lie! Put your garbage away, put your shoes on and go with me! You think I want to go out there alone while you stay in this shitty den of yours, working on soap art that will never sell?!

Bryan: At least I don't focus all my time on reality TV and Botox!

Melissa: I TOLD YOU I WAS CURIOUS ABOUT GETTING THAT!

Tim: Are they aware we can hear them?

Bernard (shuffling food around on his plate with a fork): They stopped caring a long time ago.

Tim: How long does this usually go on for?

Bernard: Ask my grandma.

Tim turned to an older woman with grey hair and aviator glasses. The elderly woman smiled warmly.

Grandma: We'll be finished with dinner by the time they finally leave the room... I love my daughter so very much, but—

Melissa: YOU CAN'T EVEN DEFEND ME! COWARD!

Joey: APOLOGIZING TO THE NEIGHBOR AFTER YOU SPRAYED THEIR CAT WITH A HOSE SO WE WOULDN'T GET SUED ISN'T COWARDLY! THE FACT I STAYED WITH YOUR CRAZY ASS AND HAVEN'T CHEATED ON YOU MEANS YOU'RE VERY LUCKY!

Melissa: HA! YOU COULDN'T CHEAT ON ME, YOU LOOK LIKE DAHMER!

Joey: BIG WORDS COMING FROM THE CRYPT KEEPER!

Grandma: They’ve actually made me change my stance on divorce. Anyway, nice to finally meet my grandson’s boyfriend. I wasn’t sure how to take the whole gay—

Bernard: Bi.

Grandma: Baby steps, Bernard. I wasn't sure how to take it, but seeing him happy with you is all that matters... and great-grandbabies?

Bernard chuckled, covering his mouth.

Tim (jokingly): We might adopt a lizard.

Grandma shook her head with a smile, enjoying Tim's company while Melissa and Bryan continued shouting over each other.

[peppermintmagicianlynn]

TimBer Week 2024: Bernard's Birthday

TimBer Week 2024 Day #6: Bernard's Birthday

This one is set in an AU where the Grieves Trio made it to senior year. Oh, also Darla has magic. Because.

--

“Happy birthday, you filthy animal!”

Bernard had two seconds to turn around and brace himself before Darla came flying into his arms. He managed to catch and spin for two rotations before he started to wobble. Luckily, Tim was there to support both of their weight. Other students sent them dirty looks for blocking the school hallway, but the trio paid them no mind. They were always like this.

“Thanks Dal, but I feel that in light of my new age, you should add Mister or Sir in there.”

She gave him a remarkably unimpressed look, considering she was clinging to him like a koala. “Or I could turn you into a frog and you can just be a filthy animal.” She raised two fingers, letting them spark with red magic as a threat.

Bernard, who never backed down from anything, replied. “As long as Tim will kiss me back to a prince, go for it. That’s the best Birthday gift I could want.”

Tim let them both fall into a giggling heap on the floor.

—

“But what do you actually want for your birthday, Bern?” Tim kept his tone casual, hoping to offset how badly he want to hold hos boyfriend’s hand as they walked the halls to lunch. They did that now and then, but Tim didn’t feel like glaring at all the shit-talkers who had a problem with their PDA. He wanted all of his attention ready for what Bernard would say next.

“You know I don’t,” the blond replied, bumping their shoulders together. “My parents max out my gift limit every time a sale comes out. I guess they think if they preemptively get me stuff, I won’t ask for anything else during the holidays. I don’t know if I’m more annoyed that that plan always works or that they know me enough to get things I actually kind of like. I hope to God they aren’t secretly mind-readers.”

“Nah, you’re just easy to read. If the Dowds were mind-readers, they would know about our plan to get you into culinary school and skip out on that biomed college you got a scholarship for. Just 7 more months before I can get the trust fund Mom left me.”

“If you’re not going to let me fight crime with you, you don’t get to pay my way through life. That was the deal, remember?”

“Hey,” Darla clapped her hands to cut off their bickering, “less sugar-baby debates and more discussions about birthday fun. This a big year, guys; we have to do something for it!”

“We’re not going to Trampoline Planet again, are we?”

“I think we’re banned from there, babe.”

“Yeah, but Aquista money gets us into a lot of places we’ve been banned from.”

Darla ignored them both, using her phone to quickly google some ideas for how to celebrate a friend’s birthday. She saw a promising idea though it would be very hard to pull off on such short notice. Maybe if she asked her mother… Darla glanced behind her, where Bern and Tim were shoving each other and giggling like saps. As long as they were distracted, Darla might manage to send some texts out and get this done.

Bernard would love it.

--

“Thank you everyone for joining today’s French Cuisine class!” Despite her heavy French accent, the instructor was bright and peppy as she grinned out over the class. “We arranged for this lesson on very short notice, I know, but I am glad to see so many of you are here. Our dish for today: a simple and elegant chocolate soufflé!”

Bernard squealed in delight.

As soon as school had let out, Darla threw them into her limo and had her drivers take them to the local community center. There was a cooking class that had spontaneously decided to host a lesson this afternoon and there were exactly three open spots available, which was just so perfect as their Bernard-Birthday activity! She’d pointedly ignored Tim’s suspicious glare while taking in Bernard’s sun-bright grin. The only thing he loved more than conspiracy theories (but less than trolling his friends) was learning new dishes.

Tim, however, had some reservations. The instructor had provided neatly drawn diagrams on the whiteboard to help if they got lost, but the detective could only stare at them like he was in desperate need of a codebreaker. He might excel in chemistry, but the baking arts still eluded him at times. Bernard offered him an empathetic pat on the back, taking a moment to admire his cute boyfriend in his sleek black apron they’d all been given, but really couldn’t contain his excitement for this class. Chocolate soufflés were one of Bernard’s favorite desserts and he was stoked to learn how to make them himself.

While the instructor went on with her explanation of the ingredients, Bernard gave her his full attention. Tim leaned into Darla's side to hiss, “We could have just cone to a restaurant, you know.”

“He loves interactive junk like this. Plus, we have a professional here so you can’t burn the place down.”

“I’m not taking that from the witch-wannabe who blew up a microwave. You’re lucky Raven owed me a favor, or else you’d have Shadowpact on your ass.”

“I couldn’t figure out how to change the temperature settings! Besides, you did worse. Dana still doesn’t know about the ‘additions’ you made to her food processor, does she?!”

Bernard placed a hand on either of their dark-haired heads and turned them gently to look towards the front of the room instead of shooting glares at one another. The rest of the class had already started following instructions, but the teacher was sending the three of them dirty looks for slacking off. You could tell she wasn’t fond of having rambunctious teenagers in her oh-so-elegant French cuisine class. The trio arranged themselves to the ‘innocent angels’ formation and this seemed to convince her they were not going to be any more trouble. Naïve.

Despite Tim's worries, they worked well together even in the kitchen. Tim chopped the chocolate, Darla measured the ingredients, and Bernard cracked the eggs and stirred the pot while they poured everything in as needed. Bernard laughed at the faces they made when he started zesting the orange peel into the chocolate. "I promise you, if you avoid the white parts, this does help make it delicious."

Darla opened her mouth to make a joke, but Tim pinched her before she could get the first syllable out, turning her word into a shriek. This got them yet another aggravated glare from the teacher, and Bernard quickly put the zester out of reach before it could become a weapon.

When it was time to whip the eggwhites, Bernard left it to Tim. He made a hesitant face when Bernard handed over the whisk, but Darla was making faces behind Bernard’s back so he had to take up the task. Bernard watched him struggle to move the whisk fast enough while controlling the bowl but after he nearly flipped the entire thing, it seemed like he’d need to rescue him.

Bernard stepped behind Tim, wrapping his arms around the raven-haired boy to help steady both his boyfriend and the bowl. He gently guided Tim's hands to hold the whisk at the right angle, showing him how to make smooth, controlled movements.

"Like this," Bernard murmured near Tim's ear, helping him create a rhythmic motion. "You want to incorporate air into the whites, but not too violently." Their hands moved in sync, watching as the egg whites slowly began to transform from liquid to soft peaks.

Tim leaned back slightly against Bernard's chest, focusing on matching the steady pace Bernard had set. After a few minutes, the egg whites began forming stiff, glossy peaks that held their shape.

"Perfect," Bernard said softly, giving Tim's hands a gentle squeeze. "See? You're a natural. Darla, would you add a pinch of salt?"

"Sure. I guess I have to serve some purpose around here."

Tim's back muscles tensed, signaling he was about to make a snarky comment. Bernard gently tapped his forehead against the back of his boyfriend's head—a warning not to pick a fight that put their creation at risk. Tim settled for flipping Darla off instead, keeping his words to himself.

Folding the whipped cream and chocolate together was Darla’s job. Mainly because Bernard didn’t want to let Tim go, so she would have to carry them now. “You got this, I believe in you.” This was muttered into Tim’s fluffy hair as they rocked back and forth together, but Bernard trusted her to know who that message was for.

Speaking of messages, there was a beep coming from Tim’s short collar that meant one of the Bats needed attention. They’d all had to remove their watches (and the bat-tech Tim had implanted in them) but he’d kept the mini receiver just in case. Bernard released his boyfriend to run out into the hall for a “personal call” while Bernard continued to not help Darla.

“You think it’s Robin on the other side? I think Tim mentioned Oracle is ‘down for maintenance’ so he had to be the call center.” Though Tim had moved on to a new name and mostly patrolled their neighborhood, he and the Bats still helped each other out. Bernard had even seen the Girl Wonder swinging through the streets when that gang war had popped off last year. She’d helped Batman save Gotham, though it was Batgirl and Nightwing who’d helped Tim save their school from those gunmen.

“Don't worry about that, Bear,” Darla said, using her magic to pull him into her side. It was as much of a comforting hug as she could offer while scooping chocolate-cream mix into the rest of the whipped cream. “Robin is way too good for Tim Drake.”

“Then what does that make me?”

“His perfect match.”

“Damn right.”

Bernard ladled the souffle mix into their cups, Darla cleaned up the edges, and Tim took over to the kitchen ovens where they would bake with the rest of the class. This left them 15 minutes to clean up their station and NOT look like total delinquents.

Which of course was when it all went wrong and this time, Bernard was at fault.

Bernard had been tasked with wiping down their station while Tim and Darla handled the dishes. Everything was going smoothly until Bernard had noticed a particularly stuck-on glob of chocolate. He poured on the elbow grease and took a step to the side, right where Darla had accidentally spilled dish soap. With a shriek, Bernard slipped backwards and crashed into the dish rack. Tim was fast enough to catch the dishes before they smashed on the floor, but Darla was knocked into the leftover flour and egg containers. Bernard made a desperate grab for the eggs but only succeeded in batting the basket sideways—launching them into another group’s perfectly clean cooking area. The flour went right into the sink where they’d left the water running.

It was like a nuke had gone off, a cloud of wet flour exploded out to coat all three teens and most of the surrounding area in a sticky paste. The instructor's shriek could probably be heard from the parking lot. "Mon Dieu! What have you done to my kitchen?!"

Bernard turned to his flour-covered friends with an apologetic grin. "Um... oops?"

Tim set aside the dishes in his hands, the only thing left unscathed, trying and failing to look stern. "This is why we can't have nice things."

"At least it wasn't me this time," Darla said cheerfully, looking like a ghost with her flour-whitened hair and stretched out on the floor where she’d landed.

Bernard wasn’t that surprised that their day trip ended with being kicked out of the lessons, only enough time to return their aprons, and left to sit on the front steps of the community center until Darla’s limo came to pick them up. “Well, that could have gone better.”

"Sorry," Tim and Darla said at the same time. They were self-aware enough to take credit for helping push the instructor to their breaking point.

"Nah, it's okay. The chaos is what I like most about spending time with you two." He leaned over to kiss Darla on the cheek. "Thanks for setting this all up, Dall."

"Hey," Tim grumbled, pulling on his sleeve.

Bernard laughed, turning to face his boyfriend. "And thank you too, boy wonder. I wouldn't have had such a great year without you in my life." The kiss he gave to Tim was on the lips, naturally.

"You're welcome, Bear." Tim smiled, with a touch of mischief. "Though, we aren't done yet."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of white candles. "I snatched this from the pantry on the way out. Darla?"

She grinned, eyes glowing as she waved one hand over her outstretched palm. Red smoke circled until a familiar white dish appeared from thin air.

"You stole one of our dishes?" Bernard grinned. It sure did pay to be best friends with a witch in training, even if her magic was a little bit evil.

"Make a wish!" Darla demanded, setting the soufflé into Bernard's hands while Tim put in a candle. Darla snapped her fingers to light the wick.

Bernard looked between his best friends in the world and really couldn't think of anything else he would want.

So he blew out the candle and made a simple wish: to be with them again like this, next year.

[mamawasatesttube]

I feel so shy not being able to hide in the anon asks but for the sake of desperation I'll ask anyway.

First of all I must say that I love the way you express yourself, because even though you are against some things, or at least you don't like them. You express it so well and so respectful that's addicting.

Anyway the questions were what you thought about Tim+Kon+Bernard, because I've seen a lot of people talking about it but I don't know if it makes much sense if you think of their relationship.

Also if you had some songs that reminded you of Kon I'd love the recs! Because I'm still a newbie in the whole DC comics, but I've been having a Kon brain rot for a while.

Sorry if I don't express myself correctly, English isn't my first language. If any of this makes you uncomfy please feel free of ignoring me and I hope you have plenty of good days!!💕💕 Be careful to not catch a cold

aww thank you that's very sweet of you to say!!! :D i do love to simply start talking and rambling all the time. one of my top skills. (and yeah i turned off anon asks a while ago because unfortunately talking about racism in fandom often gets you labelled a bitch with a terrible personality 😔✊ alas!)

as for tim/kon/bernard ... i really, really dislike that ship. it takes everything i already strongly dislike about tim/ber (tim drake: robin is the worst comic i've ever read, and i'm including jeph loeb's supergirl when i say this), and multiplies it by a factor of about 500.

my biggest problem with tim/ber is that megfitz wrote them with absolutely no actual chemistry. there is nothing in the text to tell me why they actually like each other. there is nothing in the text that tells me what the issues in their relationship are, or how they might grow together as people, or anything. which is absolutely insane because you'd think "bernard knows tim's secret identity, but has not told tim that he knows" would be a MAJOR point of conflict, but instead it's just completely glossed over to the point of the comic asking us to accept that the bats would ever allow a mob of random civilians on a mission with them. there's stretching suspension of disbelief, and then there's putting suspension of disbelief on the medieval torture rack and tearing it apart. like. come ON. (tdr is also like. teehee gentrification but its cute? which is insane to me in a different way. its just. its so bad. its such a bad comic.)

so adding kon to that mix kind of gives me hives because a) we have all of my issues with tdr being incredibly inconsistent, both internally and with all existing tim characterization ever, and b) it brings up all of my issues with how kon has been written since yj2019. which i could get into Yet Again but in the interests of being at least a little bit concise, it's also incredibly inconsistent and drives me bonkers. so the concept of this ship just makes me go "why the FUCK" because i just truly genuinely cannot fathom why kon and bernard would ever give a shit about each other. i can barely even fathom why tim and bernard give a shit about each other because megfitz did the comic script equivalent of picking up two barbie dolls and mashing them together and going LOOK THEYRE IN LOVE. they have no consistent characterization under her pen.

so adding kon into that just makes me want to tear my hair out a little bit because. like. to be entirely honest i don't know how some random dude from one of tim's many high schools who tim was friendly with, sure, but not particularly close with, can hold a candle to Whatever The Fuck Tim And Kon Have Going On. especially with how flat their relationship reads to me in tdr (what do they even like about each other??? why is bernard in fucking biophysics or whatever while wanting to be a chef??? why does tim not go "you know culinary school exists right??" when he finds out??? how am i supposed to believe that tim "duty" drake would ever leave people in a burning building just for his sad boyfriend??? that batman and co would ever let a bunch of civilians fight alongside them - or for that matter, that they'd need bernard to tell them tim's in trouble?? what the fuck alternate dimension are they from where any of this makes sense???). tim/ber just is such a nothing ship to me that adding kon to it is just like. EXTREME nothing. to me tim/ber/kon is basically a flag that says "i don't care about characterization" and it's just so very deeply NOT my thing at all whatsoever.

...which is why to ME tim's first boyfriend is ives, not bernard, and in this essay i will--

ahem. anyways!! re: kon songs, oh man i have a lot. i have a whole playlist even. with a linked document to explain every song choice. i also lately have been thinking about making a second playlist for all the songs that didn't make it onto the first one!! much to consider.

also don't worry your english is totally fine ♥ and it's very sweet of you to wish me well healthwise and also a little funny because actually i am just getting over a cold that had me sniffly and miserable most of last week. but i'm much better tonight so yippee!! thank you again :D

[luvangelbreak]

Deprived | Fifteen

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, suggestive? word count: 2.1k a/n: ik this one is short but a plot twist is loading...

pov: matt

"You did what?" Nick yelled at me from where he was standing at his locker next to mine and I shoved him back.

"Can you shut the fuck up?" I whisper-yelled, looking around at our peers who turned their heads from his yelling. I looked over at Layla who was grabbing her book out for our English class and her eyes caught mine, sending me a small smile and a wink.

I was surprised my knees didn't give out on me.

"No, I can't shut the fuck up, Matt. I thought you were gonna go over there and give her a hug, not fuck her!" he whispered loudly and I covered his mouth with my hand before he swatted it away, "Don't do that shit."

"I didn't fuck her. We just did some stuff," I shrugged, closing my locker before leaning back on it, "Why are you so pissed about this?"

"I'm not pissed, I'm shocked!" he said louder and I rolled my eyes, sliding a hand into the pocket of my jeans. I felt the small pieces of paper that was still folded in my pocket from the day before and smiled to myself.

"I was just telling you so that you're aware. Stop making this a big deal," I shook my head at him and he stood there, jaw dropped as he looked at me.

"Matthew Bernard. This is a big deal. It's Layla Venita we're talking about here. Miss 'I hate everyone' herself," he threw his hands out in front of him dramatically before slamming his locker closed, "I just don't want you to get too attached and then she ends up hurting you."

"She said I make her hate people less," I smiled, looking at her hair since she was facing away from me, shuffling through her locker still.

"What?" Nick asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and my smile widened.

"Yesterday, she said she hated people. But then she said I made her hate people less," I bit my lip, thinking about how soft she seemed in that moment, "She's different around me Nick."

"You sound like Allie when she started dating Ivan. 'He's different around me, you don't understand him like I do'. Next thing you know, he cheated on her 3 times and broke her heart," Nick said dramatically and I rolled my eyes again before giving him a deadpan look, "You know I'm right."

"I know you're a fucking idiot," I mumbled, my aggravation getting the best of me.

"I agree but why is he an idiot now?" Chris suddenly appeared behind Nick and I turned to look at him, about to explain but Nick beat me to it.

"Matt had sex with Layla last night," he whispered so quietly I almost couldn't hear him.

"What?!" Chris yelled so loudly that almost every head turned to look at us and I closed my eyes, lowering my head at how idiotic my brothers could be.

"For the record, we didn't go the full mile so Nick you need to stop saying that," I told Chris quietly once everyone's attention turned away from us and I pushed off of the locker so Chris could grab his things from his locker beside mine, "And Nick is an idiot because he's saying that I'm acting the same way Allie did with Ivan."

"I would like to put on record the fact that Matt actually just said, and I quote, 'She's different with me'. You're telling me that's not the same shit Allie said about Ivan?" Nick defended making me groan, hitting my head on the wall beside our lockers.

"Yeah, but we knew from the start that Ivan was a piece of shit and Allie just didn't listen. We don't really know anything about Layla other than what other people have said," Chris pointed out and I raised my arms triumphantly.

"Exactly, thank you!" I cheered before leaning on the wall behind me and I looked to my right at my brothers again, "And besides, Allie has always had questionable taste in guys."

"And you make dumb decisions so I'm not seeing a huge difference here," Nick mumbled making me punch his left arm before he frowned at me, throwing a punch to my side in retaliation.

"Okay chill out," Chris stepped between us after closing his locker, "Matt's a big boy. He can figure out his own fucks ups in his own time."

"You guys are so dramatic," I rolled my eyes, pushing Chris's arms away.

"Who's dramatic?" I heard the sound of Layla's voice travel through my ears and I moved so quickly to look at her I was sure I looked like a meerkat.

"Hey," I smiled down at her, not bothering to hide my joy of seeing her anymore and she let a small smile fall onto her lips.

"Hello," she said sceptically before she looked at Chris and Nick who stared at her awkwardly. She sighed, looking at me once again before saying, "What did you tell them?"

"Nothing," I shrugged and she gave me a deadpanned look, "I didn't say anything! Just that you know... some stuff happened."

"Shhh Matt, I don't wanna hear it!" Nick waved his hands in front of him making me roll my eyes.

"You're such a child," I rolled my eyes, swinging my arm around Layla's shoulders and pulling her towards me.

"I just don't wanna hear about your sex life. It's fuckin weird," Nick face was plastered with disgust and I looked down at Layla who was looking at him with an amused face.

"Honestly," Chris said as he sipped on the Pepsi I hadn't even noticed he brought from home, "I'm glad you're getting out of the house for once in your life."

"Fuck you," I shoved his shoulder and he smiled at me cheekily making me roll my eyes again.

I was sure if I rolled my eyes one more time, they'd be stuck like that permanently.

"Just ya know," Chris said before starting to walk backwards towards our English class, "Wrap it before you tap it."

"Chris!" Nick, Layla and I yelled as he laughed to himself, spinning on his heel and walking away.

"Why is he like this?" Layla asked rhetorically, looking between Nick and I and we both shrugged, annoyance on both our faces and she shook her head in disappointment.

"I'm gonna go find Allie and Mia. I'll see y'all later," Nick sighed as Layla waved him goodbye and I nodded as he walked down the hallway. I turned my attention back to Layla who looked up at me.

"Am I ever getting that hoodie back?" I asked as she moved out from under my arm and stood in front of me as she placed her hands in the hoodie she wore.

"Depends," she shrugged, smirking up at me, "Do I get one in replacement?"

"If you want one," I smiled down at her, grabbing the pocket of the hoodie and pulling her towards me so her feet were placed between mine. I saw people looking at us as they passed by in the hallway, confusion and judgment written all over their faces.

"Your hoodies are a lot nicer than mine," she stated and I shrugged, looking down at our shoes.

"I could just buy you a hoodie," I pointed out and she immediately shook her head.

"You're not spending money on me, Matthew," she deadpanned and I rolled my eyes playfully as I played with the hem of her hoodie, "Besides, it's not as fun as stealing your hoodies."

"Oh, so you're a thief?" I asked with a teasing tone and she raised her eyebrows.

"Have been since I was 8," she deadpanned and I raised my eyebrows, her serious tone throwing me off, "You forget I live in South End, Matt."

"You ever been caught?" I asked, now genuinely intrigued and she nodded.

"Yup. Two times when I was fourteen and fifteen," she answered honestly and I nodded, "I was stealing food both times. Got taken to the station both times as well because Mia's dad has a fucking vendetta against me."

"So that's why you don't like Mia," I hummed and she tilted her head to give me a look as if it were obvious.

"That and the fact she's a bitch," she mumbled and I sighed, pushing away from the wall, making her look up at me.

"She's nice once you get to know her," I tried to convince her and she scoffed, nodding her head sarcastically.

"I'm sure she's a peach to you," she grumbled and my eyebrows furrowed as I looked down at her in confusion, "Don't look at me like that."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, genuine confusion on my face.

"Oh come on, Matt," she again gave me a look as if it were obvious, "She's basically eating you alive with her eyes every time she looks at you."

My mouth hung open as I looked down at her before I smirked, pulling her closer to me, "Layls, are you jealous?"

"What?" she screeched as she frowned up at me, "No! I just know what I see."

"Why do you seem so pissed off about it then?" I questioned and her mouth clamped shut, looking down at the ground quickly making me chuckle, "You don't need to be jealous, pretty girl."

"I'm not," she mumbled, unconvincingly and I used my left hand to lift her chin up, her face meeting mine.

"You're cute," I smiled down at her and her face melted, all of the anger and jealousy washing off as she looked up at me.

"I can feel people staring," she whispered and I shrugged, leaning forward slightly.

"I don't care," I mumbled, placing my lips on hers again and she instantly relaxed, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as she pulled me closer to her.

I trailed my hands down her back, wrapping my arms around her waist as our mouths moved in sync. I bit the skin of her bottom lip gently and she opened her mouth in a gasp before I used that opportunity to slide my tongue into her mouth.

Our mouths danced together as I gripped her waist roughly, her body being so close to mine feeling relieving.

"Okay," she mumbled against my mouth before she pulled away from me, "We're not gonna be those people making out in the middle of the hallway for 30 minutes."

"We're not in the middle of the hallway," I leaned forward, placing another kiss on her lips and she pecked my lips back before pulling away again.

"Calm down," she giggled at me, the sound of her joy lighting up my heart like a goddamn Christmas tree, "We gotta get to English."

"Since when do you wanna be on time?" I asked, squinting my eyes at her as neither of us pulled away from each other.

"Since I had you clinging to me and I don't want you to get bad grades because of me," she sighed, playing with the hair at the nape of my neck.

"So considerate of you," I smirked, placing one final kiss on her lips making her giggle before she unwrapped her arms from around my shoulders.

"Are you guys done?" I heard Mia's voice appear from beside us and we both turned to look at her, the disgust evident on her face.

"What do you want, Mia?" Layla deadpanned and I kept my arms wrapped around her waist possessively.

"I need to talk to you," she stated blandly, not even acknowledging Layla and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Then talk to me?" I responded and she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Alone," she huffed and I looked down at Layla who bit her lip, looking up at me.

"I'll meet you in English in a sec?" I asked and she nodded. I placed a kiss on her temple making her smile up at me before I let my arms unravel from her waist. I watched as she walked down the hallway and out of my sight before I looked at Mia expectantly.

"What are you doing, Matt?" she asked, nothing but judgment written across her face and I crossed my arms, looking at her the same.

"What do you mean?" I questioned and she raised her eyebrows, a few people walked past and stared at us.

"You're gonna fuck up you're whole future for her?" she threw her arm behind her, pointing in the direction that Layla just walked in.

"How in the fuck is me being with Layla fucking up my future?" I questioned back and she scoffed rolling her eyes.

"Have you seen her?" she retorted, disgust lacing her words and I felt a wave of anger fall over me, "She has no future, Matt. She's gonna end up just like her mother."

"Shut the fuck up, Mia," I grumbled, attempting to walk past her but she grabbed my arm to turn me around again.

"Listen to me," she demanded and I pulled my arm away as I scoffed at her, "She's not who she says she is."

"What?" I looked at her in pure confusion. Suddenly, the bell for our first class rang and I shook my head, "Whatever. I don't wanna hear it. I get that you don't like her for whatever fucking reason but I don't care. Figure it out or we're not friends anymore."

With that, I walked away from her and towards my English class, shaking off the angry feeling in my chest towards one of my best friends.

tags:

@dsturniolo @chrisstankyleg @lov3bug @pinklittleflower @thatcrazybitch-69 @trinity2058 @alorsxsturn @ilovechrissturniolo1 @leprechaunbirthdaygirl @sturnfix @lilsstvrn @sturniololol @sturniolowhore

[coming-lieutenant]

Hi!

It's me again, I really liked the last sorry so I trough if you're up for another?

I was thinking Hank having crush on younger detective, he finds out that she have a crush on him too and do something about that?

Pretty please 👉🏻👈🏻🥺 ✨❤️

A/N: I’m so here for the Hank love! We need more posts in this tag 😤

Warnings: Brief reference to Hank being sad 😢

Table Talk

Thirteen years. That’s how long Hank Anderson had been a cop. Thirteen long, haunting years of “serving his community.” And he’d seen it all, done it all, been through it all; red ice addicts that were too far gone to recognize themselves in the mirror, brutal murders, and now deviant androids that were responsible for any and all types of crimes. Not to mention the ghosts that topic brought up for him.

Hank felt that in his thirteen years of being a police officer, and his 53 years of life, he’d done it all. He’d grown up, got the career, got the white picket fence and the family, had it all and lost it all. As far as he was concerned, all his life was now was… The same old shit. Day in and day out. Wake up, go to work, get drunk, pass out, rinse and repeat. What he was not, to any capacity, prepared for was meeting her.

She wasn’t sunshine and rainbows, per se. But she was fresh, energetic, so vibrantly full of life. Hank couldn’t even bring himself to be jealous, he was simply too busy being completely enthralled. Day by day, the ice cold casing around his heart melted. For the first time in years, he felt himself smile. Not a sarcastic smile, not an ironic smile, but a genuine smile, simply because she laughed.

Hank found himself doing things he hadn’t done in years. He was planning outfits, he was wearing cologne, he was laughing. His colleagues at the station were baffled, rumors flying about what could possibly have Hank this down right chipper. Slowly, all of the snarky “ex-wife” stickers came down from his desk, slowly replaced with things he was actually interested in, such as music, and even a cheesy “I love my Saint Bernard” sticker.

As the weeks went by, Hank began to feel himself drawn more and more towards her. It was like she had her own gravitational pull, and Hank was but a mere moon, no match for her force. He couldn’t keep himself away. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to mind, and they often found themselves sitting together as they ate lunch. It was a day like any other when Hank started to notice something intriguing.

Like many days before, she sat across from him, smiling as she haphazardly swirled a french fry in a small cup of ketchup. When she looked up at him, Hank saw something in her eye’s he hadn’t seen in years, and he wasn’t sure he could believe his eyes. Was it… Admiration? It couldn’t be. Of course, she lit up his day, but to her? There was no way he was anything more than a grumpy old man. He shakes the thought away with nothing more than a slight twitch of his head, reaching for the salt sitting in the center of the table.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even register that she was also reaching for it, and as their hands brush, he can’t help but notice the cutest little “Oh!” escape her lips. He looks up, watching as the pink spreads across her face as their hands freeze. She pulls her hand back, shyly looking away as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “S-Sorry.” She says, looking up at him with a soft smile. Hank slowly grabs the salt, moving it closer to her, a slightly puzzled look on his face. He sits back in his chair, motioning to the salt. “Ladies first,” he says with a smile. She gently takes the salt, moving with a gentility he hadn’t seen from her before. After all, she was a detective, not Miss Universe. Although, had she wanted to be, he was absolutely positive she’d get it. “They never put enough salt on these things,” she quips, a shy smile on her face as she sets the salt in front of Hank. Hank chuckles softly, smirking as he gazes on her, arms crossed. “They sure don’t.”

As they wrap up their lunch, Hank replays the encounter in his mind. He’s seen her talk to plenty of their coworkers, and he’s never seen her behave like that. As he thinks back on other encounters they’ve had, it slowly dawns on him that she’s only like that with him. He ultimately decides that there’s only one way to find out. He takes a breath, looking up at her. “Can I ask you a… Personal question?” he presses, eyebrows slightly furrowed. A look of surprise washes over her features, but she nods regardless. “Of course. What is it?” Hank leans back in his seat again, tapping his fingers on the table lightly. “Are you… Seeing anybody?” he asks, hoping the question comes off as curious and not pushy. She blushes, shaking her head slightly. “Nah. Why do you ask?” He taps his fingers again, looking at the table for a moment. “Would you like to be?” She looks confused for a moment before the realization hits her. “Are you- Do you mean-?” she stutters, eyes slightly wide. Hank responds with simply a curt nod, not having done something like this in quite a long while. “I could take you somewhere. If, y’know… If you wanted to.” he offers, finally looking back up to her. Her cheeks burn pink as she smiles, nodding excitedly. “I’d love to!” Relief floods over Hank as he leans forward again, smiling. “How does this Friday sound?” She smiles even brighter, “It sounds great!” He nods, a smile creeping onto his face as well. “Good, good. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

“It’s a date!”

“Yeah… Yeah it is.”

[enniewritesathing]

Discussion/Comment Post #...5?

I'm not sure; I've lost count but The Werewolf certainly did not.

Like my dude Walt from Fosters said:

It was not!

This is (maybe obviously) the part that I wanted to get to after me spending how many months yelling about and wanting to get it right to the point where I was doing the equivalent of moving furniture two inches to the right. Partially because I wanted to do this part justice; I had the idea when I did the Incident but I did not have the skillset I do now (or the CC).

That said, thank you @pink-chevalier for pointing in the right directions of a lot of things at 2-3-4 in the morning.

There is something that I would've liked to do but I have no patience for -- and that was animating blood dripping. I had enough trouble with highlights and making the heart wet/fresh... also learned how to dink around in Procreate.

I recognize that this part of the story is the scare the hoes (affectionate) away part. If you stumbled upon this and you stayed? Hello. If you took one at the warnings on top and said I'mma sit this out? Well, there's a bit more left.

also that said, this update got way more love than when I did it. Seriously; that part of the Incident averaged like 4 notes... part of why I was nervous about this update.

Anyway, let's get to it. Not in exact order..

When The Werewolf/Vin promised he was gonna kill everyone, he meant that shit. He said that shit with his soul and folks? He did it.

I'm not sure if anyone has caught this at all and I wish tumblr has like a spoiler thingie that's the black bar, you know the one but...

hey, everyone's death? foreshadowed!

except Thomas' in that he literally just caught a stray bullet. to the head. See, had he stayed in the other room, he would've lived and I'mma say this -- like John, when The Werewolf says he's gonna do something, he'll do it and he wouldn't have done anything to him or Mark. but nooo. see how Charles thought little of him?

anyway, back to the foreshadowing. Jordan was first -- and The Werewolf nearly got to them the first time until Dan came in at the last moment. (this is also important later on.) Jordan was more or less responsible for monitoring/making sure that The Werewolf is at least breathing and adjusting the levels as needed.

so him going for their throat and not only putting his claws through it but slashing? makes sense right? I couldn't breathe (oxygen) so now you can't either except you're choking/drowning in your blood. :)

honestly, Jordan fucked up when they asked the question of why John hadn't turned back if he was dead. when you bring questions into a situation like that, it's not going to end well. it's the equivalent of the teacher asking any questions before letting class go early and someone raises their hand to do that and now you're stuck bc it's actually a legit question. In a horror situation?! C'mon...

is that going to be explained? maybe, maybe not. i encourage yall to think. or don't and be like "yeah sure i'll believe that".

Bernard's I had to think... and honestly, his death was kind of out of pocket. So, his death was foreshadowed (if you squint) when he was with Charles and that big ass knife -- and he suggested that to him maybe he should cut John's face bc he is too pretty. Another thing with Bernard is that he is known for mouthing off and get into arguments specifically with Daniel. He's p much he's an asshole, but he's right in most cases.

I had to keep in The Werewolf jumping off like he's on the top rope of an AEW match. One of many favorites I have.

This time I decided to show Bernard's crushed face/head and the shocked looks of Daniel and Charles (more so Dan.)

Now, we get to Dan, who arguably, is just a coward, a hypocrite, and y'know what? engaged in some, dare I say, pussy behavior this whole time. Let's roast talk about him.

when I was going through the Incident and I was wondering, okay, what's Dan's deal and throughout the story, I decided that y'know what? big man ain't shit.

(i also decided that Daniel was the biggest out of everyone which meant that what happened to him in the Incident didn't quite make sense -- so I changed it for the way better.)

Sure, Dan saved Jordan right as The Werewolf was gonna grab them and do lord knows what. But he flat out abandoned them and made no effort when they were grabbed by The Werewolf. Oh! And! AND! He fucking guarded Charles. (Charles side-eyed him btw.)

Prior to that, he was given not one (he could've walked out), not two (he def could've walked out), but three! Shit, four times! He had more than enough chances to be like "aight, I'm out; have a nice day".

Yall heard what The Werewolf said about that. Nothing is lost on him and he read him for absolute filth before he killed him.

Anyway, his death -- it is the longest. Jordan and Bernard? They were chump-change, they were the warm-up.

now keep in mind, this mfer was still guarding Charles when The Werewolf did the Phoenix Wright finger (🫵). You know it was gonna be bad when Vin didn't even look Charles way.

0.1 seconds later Daniel is shifting the blame to Charles and Charles parried that shit like "hey, you're still here, idk what to tell you."

Dan does that thing where you accuse someone they know they did but they try to be all horrified about it??

But I have to hand it to Dan, in a way, he wasn't exactly phased when The Werewolf blinded his right eye.

like I said, this is the only major change I did to this part but I did keep the choking in (something something if I had a nickle everytime Vin choked someone out, I'd have 2 nickles, which isn't much but it's weird it happened twice) and I thought -- what would The Werewolf do instead?

and he said, "I wanna yeet him" (me: "is that what you wanna do?" // Vin: "let me do it, woman." say no more, wolfman.)

This is also another fav thing of mine that The Werewolf does. It is a show of power, even if he's not 100%. (Idk what percentage I'd put him at all things considering that he was 99.98% dead for 2 hours a few minutes prior.) He can throw a dude that's bigger than him into a wall, breaking said dude's back.

(there's so much I love about this part.)

Anyway, Dan's death is a call back to when he rescued Jordan and punched The Werewolf right in the solar plexus with a needle (something that neutralized Vin almost immediately).

The Werewolf was like 'oh, you punched me in the chest, well I'm gonna punch into your chest and rip your heart out since you've been fuckin' with mine'.

Did The Werewolf had to eat his heart tho? Probably not but yknow, all that jumping around and throwing people... bound to get hungry.

(this was slightly extra but he deserves it as a treat.)

like I said with Thomas, he would have survived had he just stayed in the other room.

You notice that Mark is flat out absent. if you have a good memory, I said he was the smartest person out of this whole story. as early as when The Werewolf was starting to wake up, Mark was like nope, I'm out, I'm not going anywhere near him again.

Not only that, he won against Jordan at Rock, Paper, Scissors in deciding who was gonna be the 4th in the lab.

Don't forget, Jordan told him it's okay to be selfish sometimes… at someone's expense.

Now, let's get to the Werewolf himself!

He had his (beautiful) dead fish eyes wide open for 2 hours and frankly I'm surprised he didn't blink earlier when he did.

I wanted it to be extremely subtle that he's just waiting to snatch people by having his hand twitch (I didn't want to make it super obvious bc that meant that Charles would have seen it. I thought about it when Bernard was taking the bracelet off but that would've been too obvious.)

In the Incident, they were just blank, but adding the super blown pupils in really makes it ...creepy? I'm not sure if that's the right word. he's just there like ◉_◉ and nobody exactly addresses it, lol.

which really makes the part where he looks up at Jordan truly scary.

I made the command decision for him to have his hair down after killing Bernard for a visual cue aside from the cracked floor. The force of him just cratering this guy's head in loosened up his hair. It gives him a much wilder look like the lord intended. and hotter lbr here

since I couldn't do it last time or I didn't quite have the cc for it, I made The Werewolf bloodier with each kill. I'm sure you can guess where this is going to go. (he's gonna need to be powerwashed)

I also decided to make a gif out of him breathing after killing Jordan to emphasize that hell yeah, he's alive, he's breathing actual air, let's go gamers; I'm gonna fuck everyone up.

now that I look back on it, this part kind seems kind of mouth focused. don't think that's anything on my part, but it could be for yall.

now the part between The Werewolf and Daniel... there may or may not have been some metaphorical fucking happening. Jury is out on that, but I wouldn't be surprised if that actually was the case. Why did you whisper in his ear and call him that, Vin? Huh?? 🤔😭

that said, he'd get so many catfish if he went noodlin'. love that for him tbh.

I wanna be on the record that this might be a favorite shot of mine -- I have several and I may do a "ennie's favs" post when I'm done with this story completely but--

The fuckin' look The Werewolf has in the mirror. Get his ass!

I thought to myself, "do I want to make The Werewolf a Nasty Man while I'm at it?" and ofc, I did because a) he deserves it and b) I want that moment where he eats Daniel's still beating heart to be a statement. What statement could that be?

i'm so sorry

I did kinda scare myself a little when I had to take the shot of him smiling. It was gonna be a close up but I'm like no that distant is good. I considered putting it as a jumpscare.

I made the decision for him to look deranged for a bit and go back to 'normal' on the basis that the amount of blood around his mouth was distracting. Like you just wanna get a big ol towel and wipe it off (but a risky wipe bc he's feeling bite-y).

Here's a question or maybe a comment, idk: just how did Daniel and Charles clock that The Werewolf was still weak or even guess that in the first place? Did they figure out through his movements/body language? (Vin did kind of linger after killing Bernard and he was a little raspy after throwing Daniel into the wall.)?

on the other hand, Vin is a mixture of the remaining toxins and a shitload of adrenaline and kind of a mess in general. He may or may not be vibrating a little bit.

...I want yall to keep that in mind for a later thing; it's also an explanation. (One that I think that I feel is indicative of The Werewolf in general.)

Or was it like their way of trying to bluff their intentions? like "a-HA; I have a shot at [x]! You can't do shit to me!" obviously that went so wrong for Daniel.

and finally -- this is gonna be just the one question that I have for Charles and for you, readers if you wanna take a crack at answering.

hey, what the fuck is YOUR deal? you uh, you got something to share with the class, Charles? This is the second time that's happened. Oh, and Vin thinks your blood smells bad. What does that mean? Can your blood be stinky because you're a stinky man in general?? And why is it that your vibe is just rancid?

You know a mfer is sus when he addresses John as Johnathan this whole time. Nobody calls him that!

(a side note... as much as I hate this mfer, Charles is fun to write. He's just so slimy; this is the first time in a while that I've had a sicko (derogatory). So, next part/update is going to be interesting to say the least.)

okay, if you made it this far, congrats -- but I also wanna hear your thoughts, speculations, comments, etc...

[angelshipper]

Purely cuz that other weirdo essentially derailed the entire conversation (cuz. Their blog is honestly pretty yikes) the point I wanna make about Steph/Tim connects to other shit you yourself have posted about. Namely - it's very hard to divorce that relationship from what a massive piece of shit Chuck Dixon is. There are things to like for sure? But because a LOT of Tim and Steph's relationship was written by a Conservative assclown who kinda used Steph as a punching bag for a LOT of Tim's run as Robin, a lotta fans (myself included) have disliked them as a ship because other writers in other books didn't treat Steph so shittily. It comes across in Dixon's writing as Comphet because almost everything Dixon could think to do with her was really sexist and her relevance in the comics was almost always tied directly to Tim - and that rubs a lot of people the wrong way, even if it's not the case in EVERY book that has Tim and Steph be a couple. Saying dismissing their relationship is Bi Erasure is in and of itself Biphobic, because it creates the implication that Tim needs to have equal significance placed on ALL his relationships to JUSTIFY his Bisexuality to the audience. And that's kinda fucked. The fact that most of the current stuff is heavily emphasising and focusing on the relationship he's currently in isn't Bi-Erasure, but demanding everyone shut up about his literal actual current boyfriend and talk about his ex-girlfriend kinda is. Is it Biphobia that basically no one talks about his relationship with Tam Fox from Red Robin (2009), or any of the many one-off or short term romances he had with girls that happened during his solo run as Robin or the Batman/Detective Comics ongoings while he was the main/only Robin? If not, then how is it SPECIFICALLY Bi Erasure to dislike the Romance between Steph and Tim for reasons that are actually way more about how poorly STEPH was treated while she was dating him? If you like the Tim/Steph ship more than any other option for either character, good for you, but please don't invoke serious actual bigotry to justify why your ship is actually the morally correct one.

I DONT LIKE TIM/STEPH. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I SAID THAT????? Listen. My very first DC ship was Tim/Kon. I personally always liked Steph with Cassie in the fics I've seen of them. I don't even LIKE Tim as a character 😭 but you keep acting like I do? And this is not me "defending" my ship. It's not. I like their friendship fine.

I see now how my original post could come across like that and I do want to say that I very much did not explain myself well. My point was very specifically in cases where people bring up his past relationships and say shit like it wasn't real to Tim or when people make jokes saying they act like "siblings" (which is just....gross to me? In like an opposite way that Jaytim is also gross to me. Like they made out with eachother in comics and that just feels very weird but idk).

Regardless of that, my point was that people tend to dismiss their relationship as a whole one the BASIS that it was with a woman. Not because it was with Steph specifically. This isn't me making stuff up, this was stuff that was EXPLICITLY stated to me in all kinds of content I consumed. That because Steph (and others) weren't guys, Tim didn't "actually" have an attraction to them- THAT is what I thought came across as biphobia.

Like I'll be reading a fic or watching a skit and there will be a point where someone makes some kind of joke about women being hot or whatever and Tim will ACTIVELY dismiss them as part of the joke on the basis "but men tho" or will be "grossed" out when someone even MENTIONS him dating a girl (even if he isn't even dating Bernard in the context of the skit or fic or whatever) Like that doesn't come across as biphobic?

I don't care if you don't ship T/S. I DON'T EITHER AND I FEEL LIKE IVE SAID THAT SEVERAL TIMES?? But saying that their relationship WASN'T important to Tim or even less important just because it was with a girl and not a boy, and ignoring the fact he can even be attracted to girls, is that not biphobic? Like actually. If you think he'd solely gay and that all his relationships with women were comphet, fine. But in the actual text of the comics, that isn't the case. If DC comes out and says yeah, Tim is actually gay he just thought he had to be attracted to women, then I'd concede and say you were right.

Also SEVERAL writers have written about their relationship, not just Dixon? The first title I was even introduced to them as a relationship it wasn't through Dixon (because i honestly wasn't reading in any particularly order). And even though all your points about him were correct, it doesn't change the fact that SEVERAL writers have chosen to depict T/S's relationship as being meaningful to both of them, because it was??

Also like I said before, I made the exact same point you brought up about talking about his last relationships. OBVIOUSLY they're going to focus on his current one, even in fanworks they focus on the relationship and tend to ignore the rest. But WHEN those past relationships come up, THAT is when I see people acting like their relationship wasn't meaningful or didn't hold love between them.

Listen, if someone chooses to make Tim gay in their fanworks or whatever, and makes the exact same joke I brought up before, I don't care. I can just ignore it, block them, whatever but they are choosing to erase his attraction to women in their work, they're not saying he was never attracted to them. If someone goes out of their way to say how Tim is bi and then makes it a point to say how he isn't attracted to girls or claims their skit/fanfiction/art/whatever is meant to be based in canon and then does the same thing, then yeah it comes across as biphobic.

Like my issue isn't the fact people are focusing on his relationship with Bernard, my issue is that if Stephanie is brought up she's dismissed as not being in a "real" relationship with Tim.

I'm not saying Tim HAS to hold every relationship in equal importance. If he finds he has a stronger attraction to men than women? All the power to him. I'm not even saying that Tim had to have loved Stephanie more than he currently loves Bernard, maybe Bernard is more important to him that Stephanie ever was. But saying he was never attracted to women? That's what seems iffy to me.

[buttercupbread06]

HELLOOOO HIIII sorrysorry, idk how this works exactly but uhhhhh yea <:3

1) Does ur OC have a voice claim? If so who? [any]

3) What song describes your OC? [any]

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! it's on sight when they see them! [any (but curious abt Michele)]

15) Will your OC ever retire? Do you see them making it? [either Gonzalo, Michele or Adri]

20) If they fight, what's their weapon of choice? [any, curious on Mika tho 👀]

27) What's their spirit tamagochi? or an animal you associate them with [any (although I have an idea of most of them dkxndkfn)]

29)Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!) (not necessary, just sillying rn)

hii thanks for writing the questions i love you

1). Gonzalo kinda sounds like the singer in Dance With Me (Topline Addicts), but only that song in specific for some reason?? Michele sounds like Snufkin in the English dub (I dont even watch Moominvalley, I just saw a clip once and thought "yeah that's my daughter"). I haven't found Mika's exact voice irl yet, sadly.

3). Gonzalo is very Sucede/Desarraigo (by Extremoduro) coded, but I'd like to mention Everything She Wants (Wham!), High and Dry (Radiohead) and Lágrimas Desordenadas (Melendi). Very father of him for the most part, I like to think. He also likes all of those, by the way, Extremoduro and Radiohead are his favorite bands (GOD HE'S LIKE ME FR)

Mika depends on the time of his life, honestly, but I relate Using You (Mars Argo) and Cynical One (TV Girl) to him. There's more, though, I just don't want to yap too much.

Extra: The Mind Electric (Miracle Musical) for Michele, Califórnica (La Gusana Ciega) for Adriana, and basically anything sung by Betty Hutton could be Becky's :33

14). I'm going to be very honest, DMC doesn't have enough characters for Michele to hate someone. However, she IS bitter about Fortuna as a whole because no one even tried to protect them as a child. Sure, it was supposed to be a secret, but giving him away that easily and never wondering where the kid went is... Interesting.

Adri hates Kimball AND Caesar, as she should, but that could apply to basically any Legion dude/NCR soldier. I don't think I've ever told you this, but Mika has beef with Leo's parents especially after Leo actually gets famous (basically because they didn't support their son enough and he was there to see it, and because I believe they'd be fake about it years after and Mika just wants to strangle them with a coat hanger) (he keeps it to himself but he calls his mom to talk 40 minutes worth of shit right after they leave lmao).

20). Michele has a sword (canon), Gonzalo technically owns a glock 22 because he's a cop but to me his canon weapon is his stupid little revolver in FNV, Becky likes energy weapons, Adri prefers dynamite and Mika doesn't fight or kill people but if he did he'd get an AK-47, I'm sorry.

27). I just looked through every single Tamagotchi thingy and I've decided to go with animals. Mika: Weasel

Gonzalo: St. Bernard dog

Michele: Something between a barn owl and a dove

Becky: Milksnake

Adriana: Either a coyote or a Mexican pink tarantula (it's not even pink wtf :c)

29). I'm not doing that right now but I might reblog this post with stuff I found on Pinterest/pictures I took that remind me of them.

[warriorprincesstramp]

ok LOST RANKINGS. last one before the season finale rankings. last watched ep the whole truth for the record. ok let's go shit has changed a LOT:

1. sayid. duh

2. jack. duh!

3. sun... <333. yes this is def recency bias but ummm shut up!

4. eko 🫶

5. rousseau. you know it's insane we haven't put her on these lists. as if she doesn't deserve a spot?? that's literally danielle rousseau. and she's crazyyyy love her!

6. kate. honestly I don't even know if she should be this high but I can't bring her any lower in my heart. I can't put her under ana lucia I'm sorry...

7. claire <3 maternity leave was hugeeee

8. ana lucia. look at us!! clawed her way out from the bottom... she's kind of swag now I can't lie

9. rose & bernard 😁 really they're higher up in terms of like sheer fondness but of course they're not around very much and aren't that complex unfortunately...

10. hurley. he's just chilling

11. realised I forgot locke... here seems right he's like. extremely key to everything about this show which I appreciate I appreciate his manic pixie old man swag I appreciate him getting a little gay with it... in fact I even appreciate his bitchfights with jack they're fun and interesting and make me go oooohhh. but of course say it with me now. an enemy of jack....

12. new guy... beth I don't even know if you've met him yet I don't remember his name I'm not totally sure we even know it initially he wasn't gonna be included because we know nothing about him really HOWEVER. now I think I can rank him as a mysterious figure. personally I'm having a lot of fun with him and his causing problems on purpose problematic gay swag. he's like the worst philosophy major you know. and yes he votes conservative... I like him! and I like that everyone hates his ass for almost no reason...

13. libby. I have no problems with this girl she just hasn't done anything <3

14. jin. he's on thin ice.

15. micheal. honestly I forgot about him because he's been fucking nowhereeeee when are they gonna let us see whatever stupid shit he's doing... also not including walter for this reason but on a larger scale. I like that he's doing something insane and dangerous and he's actually trying to save walter like honestly everyone's just forgot about that little kid LOL... he's having a rough month!!

16. charlie. SHUT UPPPP OH MY GODDDD.

17. sawyer. back to the bottom. well it was nice watching you die pathetically in the horrible man polycule while it lasted. KILL YOURSELF!

beth when you get to the long con episode you and I are gonna be discussing. or not even discussing we can just both be like what the fuck...

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-one of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Yeah, there you go, boy,” Bernard says approvingly, squeezing his ass again, and Kon pushes it back into his hands a little on the next rock of his hips–that’ll look good for Tim too, right? Look–“pretty”, or just whatever Bernard wants to call it. “Just show Tim how good you feel right now, alright? You got my dick all inspired for this, buddy, so let him see what a good job you did with it.” 

“Your dick, yeah,” Kon gasps out half-senselessly, rocking his hips a little faster and trying so hard not to use any super-speed or anything he can’t reinforce Bernard’s body–and the bed–enough to handle. But if–if he’s supposed to be giving Tim something to watch, he doesn’t have to watch his mouth so much, so–so–“Feels so good in me, wanted it so bad, thank you thank you, feels so good, I fuckin’ love it, wanna come on it again, please lemme, lemme come on it an’ I’ll be so good, I’ll be anything y’want, lemme come on the whole thing.” 

“God, your fucking mouth,” Bernard groans before burying his own in Kon’s neck, and his skin buzz-buzz-buzzes and–“Oh, you’re so cute, boy, go on, you can stay right in my lap and beg all you want.” 

“Please,” Kon moans back immediately, rocking his hips down a little harder than he means to, and Bernard hisses appreciatively against the tendon in his throat and then drops his mouth down to his collarbone and then down to–his chest, which Kon abruptly remembers promising Bernard he could play with all he wanted and immediately has to stifle a whine over. “B-Bernard, please, I really–” 

Bernard bites his sternum; kisses the upward curve of one of his pecs. Squeezes his double-handed grip on his ass again and spreads his ass with that squeeze, which makes Kon realize that he’s doing it deliberately and probably did the lifting thing deliberately too, and realize just how much Tim must be seeing of the way his hole’s taking Bernard’s dick, like–just between the angle and the grip Bernard has on him and the obvious effort the other is obviously going to, which–fuck, how did he not realize that immediately? Or at least a little sooner? 

He nearly chokes on another moan and rocks his hips down a little bit harder and tries so hard not to be–be too much or too greedy or–he’s supposed to be–he’s supposed to–

Does Tim like it? Does Tim think–does Tim think he’s being . . . being pretty enough for him? He’s not saying anything, but Kon can still feel him watching, and . . . and he doesn’t know what Tim’s thinking, obviously, but he’s already getting embarrassingly close to coming again himself, because– because Tim gave him to Bernard, Tim wants to see this, Tim thinks he’s something worth the giving, something worth giving his boyfriend who makes him get all cute and flustered and smitten and smiley and shit–Tim thinks he’s something good enough to give to that boyfriend, and thinks he can make that boyfriend feel good and make him happy and make him come, thinks he’s something that boyfriend will like– 

And he feels like Bernard does like him, right now. 

Actually, right now he feels like Bernard really likes him, considering. 

But also, he has literally not even gotten his dick touched again, and he still feels like he could come like this. That’s–that’s really– 

Bernard said he was good at it, some hazy, sticky-warm part of Kon thinks, somewhere in that floaty space he’s not quite reaching but really feels like he wants to. Bernard said . . . 

“Really, really cute,” Bernard murmurs against his chest, and Kon bites the inside of his cheek and shudders. Bernard said he’s good at this. Bernard thinks he’s–thinks he’s cute, which is still not something he’s ever gotten off on hearing before getting in this bed but is also still definitely something he’s getting off on hearing right now. 

Actually, he’s pretty sure the only reason he can last at all is because no one is touching his dick right now.

[vonlipvig]

Hello jules, it's me again Suzerain and not for broadcast anonymous enjoyer. I was on chapter 2 of Sordland and boy oh boy I'm fucking the economy. Jesus christ, i vetoed the tourism and green act. Form the Anti-Corruption Police with Nia but I'm having a hard time choosing who to send the Police with The Old Guard or the Oligarchs? Mhh.. choices, choices. Amirite? Also the protest have turn into violent to peaceful. Let's hope i make the right decision on funding the Justice instead of Interior because boy i don't wanna be fucking coup by Bald man and General Valken, i also funded Education, Law Enforcement and Military. Jesus fuck, Why the fuck is military bloody expensive?! I'm not make of ATM machine that can print money. General Bald man and General Valken, but i won't don't want to be coup so here's your budget i swear to Nur and Dastnurist if i got coup using my given budget I'm gonna defunding the hell out of you people next game. I decided not to fund Health since I'm gonna privatize it. Shocking isn't it?! Me a democratic socialist privatizing healthcare?! Bruh Marx and Lenin is fucking spitting on my shadows I'm doomed and traitor to revolution. They gonna dragged my poor reactionary and anti-revolutionary arse to labour or reeducation camp. I also let the Red Youth to attend the funeral of Bernard Circas and spoke his poems. Truly inspiring also. I tricked Walter Tusk on giving me incentives. I demanded higher "gift" from him and it makes me rich like yes... Thank you, you fucking idiot of a foolish moron capitalist pig. Thanks to your money I'm gonna lobby the assembly in my favour. And you can't do jackshit about it. Also guess who successfully told Rizia to fuck off on Gasom investment (Sorry King Toras, i love you and crown princess Vina but i was a red youth member so yeah down with the fucking foreign interest and ownership.) I also managed to calm down the protest and general strike outside Gasom like wow. People I have come here today to make an announcement that i managed to pursue the bitch Gasom company and Former President Alphonso to provide you guys with better housing, healthcare, education and infrastructure to support you guys. I promised this as former red youth member. I also tax the hell out of big corporations and lowered the taxes on small and medium business i was on -8 GB alright. After that i managed to just decrease it by just 1GB one FUCKING GOVERNMENT BUDGET Holy shit. Symon please help me girl. My dude, my man, my bro. Help me fixing the economy. I don't wanna fucking triggered the trade war on between United Contana and Arcasia. I also invested on a foreign company. Symon Holl, please I'm begging you. Help me balance the fucking government budget. Everytime i close my eyes the budget numbers is all i see. I'm developing trauma by just organizing the GB on Sordland. Anyway that's my report on my first playthrough of Sordland on mobile beta version. Watch me jules, crash and burn the economy and society of Sordland... while my sanity is also deteriorating to the ground I think a cold water for this.

YOU CAN DO IT, ANON, BELIEVE IN YOURSELF [buys the first ticket out of sordland] YOU GOT THIS!

ooh baby, you're on that -7GB red line, that's dangerous territory lmao that trade war is breathing down your neck. don't worry, i've got just the solution for you: a couple prayers to saint symon and wealth and prosperity should be coming your way, i swear it on the divine god.

(also same, i hate when i need to give the military money. can't you guys just make do? give thanks i'm not decreasing your budget at least except when i do hehehehe)

AND OOH YES THE GASOM STORYLINE so so good! getting to address the people outside and calm their fears with actual results is soooo satisfying (especially because you got to get those out of alphonso lmao), great job there (also i love that story cause we get ALPHANGER. there's some closeted, possibly homophobic AND homosexual explanation there, i'm sure of it. love those bitchass capitalists).

poor rizia, tho. oh well, you'll cross that bridge when you get to it (literally! i still have to try a rizia run after a sordland run to see how all those choices affect you there!).

YOU GOT IT ANON, A MORGNA WES CORE!

[imashadowalker]

Fuck. Fuck.

Again. AGAIN.

On Friday October 16th, 2020, history and geography teacher Samuel Party, who taught in the suburbs of Paris, was assassinated by a radical islamist.

Today, on Friday October 13th, 2023, a professor was killed in the northern city of Arras in France. His name was Dominique Bernard, he was a French teacher. The profile of his killer is oddly similar to Samuel Paty's murderer. The main difference is that this French teacher was not specifically targeted. However, it seems the attacker actually was looking for a history and geography teacher (according to an interview on BFMTV related in an article of The Guardian).

Even without the similarities that are probably not completely coincidental, the timing of the attack is just... God. 3 years, nearly to the day. Some say it might also be linked to the current situation in Israel-Palestine, and while I have a hard time seeing a direct link, I can't deny it may have been a spark. (Some part of me can't help but wonder if there is also a linked with Friday November 13th, 2015.)

I just... Fuck. Samuel Paty's assassination affected me in the way that the previous islamist terrorist attacks in France (including those of 2015) just didn't. Part of it was probably because I was older and I actually let myself be affected instead of protecting myself by being emotionally distant. But the main reason is that I couldn't help thinking of the history teacher that I had when the 2015 attacks happened. I was thinking of all of my teachers, especially those I had admired and respected, and this one man in particular. I remembered the way he had talked about those attacks with us, the way he was always careful to be as neutral as possible while making us think, even debate. I remembered him teaching us, both years. I remembered feeling at 12 y.o. that I was finally learning and understanding the way the world around me worked. I remembered that he had been serious and yet fun, an authority figure yet someone that was friendly instead of distant. I remembered that he wanted us to learn, not just facts (though it is important to always have context) but also to think critically, to analyse, those skills that are so essentials for future citizens who will one day be called to cast their ballots.

And upon learning of the attack on Saturday 17th, I thought that instead of Samuel Paty, it could very well have been him.

God, there's a lot of problems with the education system in France. And the worst thing about that, is that teachers are not responsible for most of these problems, yet they're always the scapegoats for everyone's anger, and the ones expected to fix every single problem even though they really can't. Not every teacher is perfect or even good, far from it : but I have had good teachers. Every single year I had good teachers. Some were more memorable than others, more passionate or eccentric, more inspiring; but as a rule they were good, and I really respected them as people. In the end, I remember those good teachers much more than those who were not really fit to teach.

I respect them for being teachers, when they got so much shit from the students, the parents, and even their hierarchy. Today, anyone becoming a teacher in France is not in it for the lousy pay or the difficult work conditions : they become teachers because they actually want to teach. And as someone who chose not to go down that road because I never thought I was strong enough to deal with all that, I really admire all my classmates who do want to become teachers.

So I hate this. I hate that teachers are being targeted for doing their fucking job and teaching.

I'm French, damnit. And because my teachers were good, because the history teacher I had in 2015 was good, I trust the values I've been taught are ours. "Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité". Freedom of opinion, expression, press, association, consciousness, religion. Justice, tolerance. Democracy. The values and ideas of the Enlightenment which inspired the French Revolution. The light of knowledge and reason driving away the darkness of ignorance, prejudice and superstition.

Those are the ideas I trust, and school is not only any institution passing down those values, it also embodies many of them. As such, teachers, in particular history and geography teachers who are the ones tasked to teach about our history and values, are, in a way, a symbol; a living representation of those values.

So it's just horrifying that teachers have been targeted, when they're, in general, just good people doing a job disregarded by so many people, when they get so much shit from everyone and so little rewards.

I hate this.

[belle-of-a-time]

Because the rot consumes here’s

Batfam-Soul Eater AU

Bruce is a weapon and he’s a gun. And he fucking hates it like Despises it

Talia turned him into a death scythe but lord death never makes him transform. He’s just a strategist and a teacher now.

Talia is a witch but she hid it until after she made Bruce a death scythe.

Also Bruce’s like honor code is a little different here since “no killing” is kinda silly when the only reason the academy exists is to kill kishins he thinks A: everyone is constantly teetering on the edge of madness all the time. And B: it is a moral failing if you succumb to the madness. Which is why he didn’t go after the joker after Jason, because doing so would have been giving in to the madness.

Dick is a meister

He bounced back and forth between Barbara who is a grappling hook and also a meister and Kori who is some sort of lava cannon or something.

Barbara got Severely hurt during a fight while wielding Jason and had to stop for a while. She’s back at it though, helping Bruce as a strategist and as like “Mission Control” Bruce is guiding her to take over for him someday.

Dick now fights with Wally who is his like electric escrima sticks because speedster=lightning in my mind.

Jason is also a gun but he thinks it’s Very cool. Barbara was with Jason when they were assigned to take down the joker who is a kishin egg. He killed Jason and severely injured Babs.

Jason was revived by Talia because obviously, using the black blood and he was overtaken by the madness for a while before being pulled back towards sanity by his friends.

Hes partnered with Roy now who Does have A daughter Lian. Teen pregnancy stuff. You get it.

Tim is a meister. He can resonate with anyone but he really struggled to find a weapon he really clicked with. So he fought by directing his soul wavelength for a while.

He met Bernard who is a bo staff and they clicked and are now partners.

Steph used to fight by herself using a non person weapon, no one is really sure where she got it. But now she and Cassandra are partners and No One but Steph and maybe Bruce and Barbara know what kind of weapon she is all anyone can tell is that she’s something small, she can also see soul wavelengths.

There’s a good chance though that when you see Steph alone that Cass is actually transformed and concealed somewhere on her person

Duke is a weapon who fights alone (like Justin law) I don’t know what kind of weapon but it’s something weird and COOL he’s got to be really super cool. It definitely glows and he can like “enchant” (not really the word I’m looking for but it works) it with his soul wavelength to like resonate/boost his own attacks.

Duke is the closest to becoming a death scythe of the batfam.

Damian is PISSED that he wasn’t born a weapon. He really really wants to be a death scythe, so it bums him out that he can’t.

I think it’s really funny if he Is actually a weapon but he’s even more repressed than Maka so literally no one knows.

That or Talia tried to ensure he’d be a witch and it backfired somehow and locked away his weapon transformation instead.

He’s partnered with Jon who is a sword

Damian is absolutely determined to make Jon into the youngest death scythe ever

Jon does not particularly care either way he definitely wants to become a death scythe but isn’t super bothered by timeline but if that’s what Damian wants god damnit he’s going to try his best!! Jon is very Tsubaki core to me. They are the tsu/blackstar combo of the batfam.

Back to Jason, Bruce understands Jason’s struggle with the madness and just really really wants his son to talk to him but he never ever gives ANY indication that he’d react well or even Want to talk to Jason about anything. Especially when he keeps reacting so high and mighty and preachy when Jason is Worse at dealing with the madness than anyone else.

Other—non batfam—headcanons

Clark and Lois are a death scythe/ meister combo In that order. They’re off doing shit constantly and Kon ends up basically taking care of Jon most of the time.

J’onn is a teacher (also a weapon) at the academy in my mind the like struggle with madness is split off onto Bruce but the like rest of stein is in J’onn mixed with Sid’s like dad energy.

J’onn is the teacher that Everyone goes to for advice about basically anything.

Also J’onn is a weapon who can change form like Tsubaki can but he’s got A Lot more forms. He can see wavelengths. And attack with his own wavelength. He’s basically super overpowered but he hardly ever has to fight.

Barry is a death scythe nuff said

All of the like magic users in the justice league including aquaman because… fish. Are witches

Zetanna’s witch form/animal form is a lion because she gives me ringmaster vibes? Idk.

Constantine’s animal form is the wettest saddest rat you’ve ever seen. It’s also huge. Also he is Literally trading off pieces of his soul and he looks SUPER freaky to anyone who can see souls

The main villain of the arc is the league of assassins. Run by witches. The academy and the justice league witches team up to take them down. They’re trying to turn the joker into a full blown kishin using the black blood which is a stand in for the Lazarus pits. I’m thinking like full on Pits of the stuff and everyone has to donate blood to the pits every time they walk past. All these assassins are Covered in self inflicted cuts so they can donate their blood.

When people displease Ra’s they get bled out into the black blood. Like draining an animal style. So ominously hanging over the pit by the ankles bleeding out into it are like a lot of bodies. And in the center in like a cage half submerged in the blood is the joker and they bring him all the souls after the people bleed to death.

They do kidnap J’onn at some point, also Tim, and Bernard, and idk Lian for the drama

So rescue mission! Also kill the joker! Is the main finale.