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Sleep Is Important
CG! Jin Lee and Regressor! Ming Lee 🍼
Plot: Ming is exhausted from temple duty.
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Ming has been struggling with insomnia for the past couple of days. Jin suggested that she should take a break and rest for a while. However, she adamantly declined. She wanted to make sure that the temple didn’t go bankrupt. She had to keep the temple going for her family.
Jin went to check on Ming at the temple at the end of the day. He saw that she was incredibly tired. She was wearing sunglasses to cover the bags that were under her eyes and yawning profusely. Jin felt incredibly guilty for this. He knew it was Ming’s choice whether or not she wanted to take a nap, but he knew that she should listen to her body if it was hungry, tired, etc.
“Ming, honey, I think you should try to go to bed early,” Jin said to Ming.
“I can’t…” Ming whined as her headspace began to slip.
“Ming, you need your rest. You didn’t sleep well for the past few days and I’m worried that it could make you sick if you don’t sleep. I was worried when you almost fell asleep during temple duty.”
Ming just continued whining and making little stomps with her feet.
Jin gently wrapped his arms around Ming and gave her a hug.
“I know, I know,” Jin consoled.
“No sleep,” Ming muttered.
“I know you don’t want to go to bed early, and I know you’re probably feeling a lot of things right now. Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”
Ming sniffled and responded, “Tired… sad… angry… frustrated.”
“Yeah, those are valid feelings. How about I put you to bed? Do you think that will help you sleep?” Jin offered.
Ming nodded. Jin kissed her forehead.
Ming brushed her teeth and hair while Jin went into the kitchen and made a sippy cup of angel milk. Once Ming came into the bedroom, she grabbed her regression bag and pulled out a onesie and a Pull-Up. Once she changed her into her pajamas, she grabbed her plush Celine doll from the bag, along with her baby blanket.
Jin arrived a few seconds later with the angel milk.
“Alright, let’s get you tucked in,” Jin said with a gentle smile. Ming walked over to the bed and laid down. Jin tucked Ming in and handed her the sippy cup. Ming began drinking and Jin grabbed a book from the bag. He read softly to ensure that Ming would be comforted after a very long couple of days.
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No Hope Kids - Chapter One
Dimensional Divide - Part One
Meilin Lee refused to hide the panda. Her mother could not accept this. Unfortunately, they picked the wrong dimension to have family issues in.
This is the first part of Chapter 1! I will release this in 5 parts: Mei's perspective, Riley's perspective, Miguel's perspective, Hiro's perspective, and then back to Mei's perspective for the end chapter.
This has not been beta'd, there could be errors or icky bits. If you notice something lmk, but plz be nice :3
Some disclaimers: I have not seen inside out 2, and I haven’t watched coco or big hero six for a long time. All of this is based on a couple clips I rewatched, the bad end friends lore, and like 3 hope kids Tik toks.
TAGS + WARNINGS - This is a Bad End au. There will be mentions of blood, bloodlust and consumption of blood, death. While I am unsure, the description of Mei's panda transformation could be triggering as it is somewhat descriptive. Be advised, keep yourself safe and sane. I can't think of any other tags to add I am rlly bad at tagging but lmk if there is something I should add (will use when I post on ao3)
word count: 848
I am petty and crave attention so everyone who reblogged my master post/showed any interest gets tagged (dm if you want removed): @zahursreign, @cupcakewithsunglasses, @montrealz
Without further Ado, I hope you enjoy the first chapter (under the cut)
“Oh no… mom,”
“Mom?”
“Mom! You have to get in the circle!”
“Mom! Where are you?”
Meilin Lee had been ripped back into the spirit realm. However, it wasn’t the same as when she did the ritual earlier. It was dark; a blood red sky engulfing them. Most of the bamboo had been brazenly cut down, and the ground seemed dry and dead. Meilin could feel it- in the air, in the grass, in herself- something was terribly wrong.
“Mom! We’re running out of time, you have to do the ritual!” She screamed into the vast bamboo void that made up their ancestral plane. She cupped her hands to her mouth trying to make her mother hear her. However she felt something soft when her thumb grazed her face. Soft fur. She looked down and found large fuzzy red claws where her hands would be. They slowly blended into human arms. Her legs did the same. she reached up to feel her human ears missing and her panda ears atop her head, alongside her tail. She was used to combining her features before, but they weren't like this. They didn’t blend, they didn't hurt.
“We have to go! We have to do the ritual!”
She ran as fast as she could- narrowly dodging pillars of grayed-out and chopped down bamboo. Her voice grew hoarse as she searched for her mom.
“Mei,” a faint whisper called to her. She slid to a stop, running into a pole.
“My daughter…” it called again. Mei Mei darted in the direction she heard it from. A slight breeze carried the scent trail of her mother and guided her towards salvation.
“I’m coming mom!”
She saw a dark red glow in a clearing up ahead. ‘It must be her’ she thought. It was- but not what she wanted to see. Her mother lied on the ground- only half of her body tangible. The rest seemed to be melting into a mirrored puddle on the ground. On the other side was a reflection of her mother’s younger self- staring longingly into the distance. She was heaving on the ground, disheveled like she had never seen before. It dawned on her just now- The only times she had truly seen her mother weak was seeing her past, and right now.
“Mei Mei… it doesn’t make sense. I won’t make sense of you. But maybe it’s because I never made sense of myself. I want to say you should find me. Yet I fear that it’s better if you don’t. If you do…” she paused, more and more of her melting by the second. Mei Mei fell to her knees, desperately trying to grab her mother’s hand but it kept slipping through her fingers. “If you do; come as you are. I will just have to learn. I will accept you, Meilin.” With that, her whole body melted into the ground.
“M-mom… no,” the heat stung harshly at her eyes. It welled in her body, just as It had when she first shifted. It consumed her in red, pumping her veins with grief and the ichor accumulated over thousands of years of this spiritual curse.
This shift was painful. Each new growth of a hair felt like a needle digging itself out of her skin. Her teeth grew wild and sharp stretching her gums in a gruesome malformed manner. At this point her eyes had been rendered useless- all she could see was a black yet blood red haze and the crying eyes of her mother’s spirit.
She screamed. It rang throughout the vast realities.
When she opened her eyes she found herself back at the stadium. Something was off again- something was terribly wrong. It was now raining and thundering- the elements colliding to shine an almost iridescent sheen over the venue. The first incorrect thing was right behind her. The still body of Mr. Gao, soaked in that horrible, horrible red that consumed her mind, veins, and soul. Her father was on his knees, clutching her grandmothers hands as she mourned the lost of her loved ones. Mei’s aunties were nowhere to be seen- but her friends were there, sprinting towards her.
“Mei Mei! Are you ok?” Miriam ran up, clutching her fur. They both knew something in Mei Mei had changed. “You’re different. Your bigger. Your- ah it doesn’t matter, what about your mom.”
What was she supposed to say? Tell her closest friends she killed her?
“I- she-“
A flash the size of the sun quickly illuminated the sky, accompanied by a thundering crack of lighting. It painted the sky in abstract assortment of colors and lights. With it came something. At first they were just small little dots; 3 to be exact, a white one, a yellow one, and a blue one. Quickly though they expanded into something. Like rips in the fabric of reality. As they expanded everyone could hear it- screams of terror, sobbing, laughter and nonsensical yelling coming from everywhere yet nowhere at all. Meilin and her friends all gripped each other as the worlds seem to collide.
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Gotham has always been weird, so when the groundskeeper at the cemetery noticed the Wayne kid’s plot was disturbed, he just chalked it up to more of the same ol’. Alright, so ‘disturbed’ may be a tad too light of a word, but what’s an empty grave in the grand scheme of Gotham? God knows in a city like this one, they could use all the burial room they could get. He figured he’d just jot it down on the website and hope nobody noticed for a while.
Too bad he didn’t account for the 13 year old boy in Bristol who periodically checks the cemetery’s website when he’s feeling particularly lonely.
Plot Removed.
Tim Drake stared at the two words under the heading for Jason Todd’s plot number. Removed? What do they mean ‘removed’? They can’t just remove a plot? That’s a person down there! That’s Robin down there! You can’t Remove Robin!
Calm down. Deep breaths. Assess the situation.
Robin has been dead for 5 months and 14 days. There is no reason for a grave to be removed that early, especially one of a member of such an affluential family. Chances are likely it’s a simple clerical issue. He can call first thing in the morning and make them aware of the mistake. He can have it all fixed in 5 hours.
Just a phone call.
In 5 hours.
…
Tim hates talking on the phone almost as much as he hates waiting.
Well it won’t be the first time he’s snuck out to head to Gotham proper at 1am. It can’t even really be considered sneaking out if there’s no one home to catch you.
Buses stop running at 2, so he layers a couple sweaters under his coat and grabs his best running sneakers so he can comfortably make the trek back.
Just a quick trip to settle his nerves. Maybe get a few shots in if he spots Batman, but really he just wants to see with his own two eyes that things are okay and Jason can rest.
It’s 1:37 by the time he gets to the headstone reading ‘Here Lies Jason Todd’ and the gaping, muddy pit in front of it.
This- This doesn’t make any sense. This is not removal. This is destruction. Desecration. Somebody did this. Somebody-
Assess the situation.
A hole in the ground, approximately 1.5 feet in diameter.
Mud and grass flung outward but with little force.
Large chunks of earth turned over and shoved away.
No signs of tool marks or clean lines of entry into the dirt.
Dragging claw marks.
Staggering, shuffled pairs of foot prints in the mud.
A trail of dirt.
Something… Something large clawed its way out of the ground here. Something large and bipedal and- and humanoid.
Tim refuses to jump to any conclusions he can see all the facts laid in front of him. He’s going to cautiously follow the trail and simply hope to any god listening that he isn’t the world’s first line of defense against the zombie apocalypse.
He’s been walking for 23 minutes and there’s good news and undecided news. Good news: he’s closing in on the target and the trail isn’t taking him out of the way so his trip home won’t be prolonged. Undecided news: The potential Zombie Robin is heading directly for Wayne Manor.
As zombie apocalypse news, this is very bad. From Tim’s collected observational evidence, his not-so-professional opinion is that Batman, faced with a horror movie level zombie of his dead son, would not respond well, and would likely not fight back.
In Batman and Robin news? Tim’s unsure. If Jason is simply back? What could that mean for them? Batman can have his Robin. He wouldn’t have to continue nearly killing others and himself every night in his grief. Jason could-
No. Stop. Do not jump to conclusions.
Hope only brings heartbreak.
What would Batman do? Get close and see if the target is a threat.
Target is male. Mid-teens. Dark hair. Pale skin. Leaning against surfaces as he walks. Appears injured and disoriented.
Minimal risk assessed. Approaching and attempting contact.
Target identity confirmed: Jason Todd.
“J-Jason?” It comes out as a croaked whisper. Jason shows no sign of acknowledgment.
Tim clears his throat, steps right in front of his path, and tries again.
“Jason. Jason, stop I want to help you.” Still nothing.
“Please, Jason. I can help, I promise I can help!”
Why isn’t this working?! Why can’t he just do something right for once?! He wants this to work, he wants to help Bruce, he wants to fix Batman, he wants to not be alone, he wants-
“Robin!”
Robin jerks to a stop.
Tim reached out his hand.
“Robin. Robin please, I’m sorry you’re going through this, it’s really scary, I’m really scared. But I just want to help you. Help you find Batman. Help you get home.”
Jason just stares at him. Of course he does. Of course it’s not going to work. Why did he even bother hoping he could help?
Hope only brings heartbreak.
His sight blurs as his eyes fill with tears and he starts to lower his outstretched hand.
His arm is slowed as a cold hand weakly grasps his own.
“Don’t… scared… Bat… help… Dad… help.”
A relieved sob tears out from Tim’s chest and he gathers himself together. He yanks his extra sweater off and gently pulls it over Jason’s cold shoulders. Jason lets Tim drag his arm over his shoulders to try and carry some of his weight.
“Okay, Robin. Yeah. Your dad will help us.”
Batman will solve everything once Tim gets Robin home.
#Hello Mr. Batwayne forgive me for waking you but I brought your Jaybin home#Tim: I’m not jumping to conclusions!#also Tim: Holy fuck it’s the zombie apocalypse we’re all going to die#I know it seems like Tim might have some bat detective training but really he just watches a lot of cop shows and asks ‘wwbd?’ all the time.#writing this is the first thing I did as soon as I turned 27.#this was my birthday present to myself ig#not a ship pls n thx#batfam fanfic#batman#dc robin#dcu#batman and robin#jason todd#tim drake#red hood#ficlet#batfam#jason todd and tim drake#robin#red robin#shut up grandpa#fanfiction#‘’JASON! JASON STOP! LOOK AT ME! look at me. please. this isn’t you’’ ass dialogue 🙄
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The press was going wild. Headlines like, "A bat unmasked?" and "Bat kid gone wild!" which Danny thought was uncalled for. He didn't even do anything that bad. All he did was rescue those kids and preformed a perfect flying kick to the mans jaw! He didn't even knock out a tooth!
Oh. And he wasn't even one of the bats.
Danny had only been in this dimension for a day and had no idea what was going on. He didn't actually have plans to stay in this world long so when he saw a guy around his own age being held hostage by guys in ski masks he just acted. He just flew invisibly to the hostage and took them.
By the time the captors realized thier hostage was missing they were long gone.
Turns out the guys name was Tim and he was rich, which honestly explains the kidnapping. Tim had a lot of questions and Danny just wanted to know where to drop Tim off at.
Later that night he gets to meet the bat himself and of course he trolls Batman and makes the man chase after him around the city. This turns out to be a big mistake. As Phantom Danny wouldn't dare use any of the fighting techniques his mother had thought him. His mother had trained in a very exclusive dojo by a legendary master who only ever took 7 pupils in his lifetime and his mom taught this stuff to Danny up until the accident. So if Phantom used these techniques his mom would know immediately that it was him.
But here no one knows who he is.
No one knows about him or Phantom.
And he doesn't plan to stay...so why not go ham? Thus Danny play fighting the bat across streets and rooftops, through bars and crowded shopping districts all while giving witty banter.
It probably didn't help that he was a very Robin shaped boy...so naturally all those photos of him and the dark knight wound up in the papers. Danny thought it was hilarious until he had his fill of chaos and tried to leave...only to realize he couldn't.
He was trapped in this dimension with the mess he made. Uh oh.
#dpxdc#fanfiction prompts#prompts#danny phantom#danny fenton#batman#tim drake#red robin#chaos#danny is actually really smart and skilled#danny keeps doing ninja looking stuff and gothamites are like: yep thats a bat#not pleased on how this turned out
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Danny punches a Clown Part 7
Masterpost
Danny wakes up some time later. Red and Agent A are there waiting for him in chairs on either side of his bed.
“Hey, how are you feeling?”
“Less tired at least.” Danny was well enough he could feel his wounds trying to heal. “Could probably use some food though.”
“I will go retrieve it for you now that you are awake.” Agent A walks out of the med area.
“You feel up to meeting a few people? They’re going to be around so you should know who they are.”
“I guess so.” Danny sits up on the bed, bringing his knees to his chest.
Red leans out past the curtain and waves some people over. When he takes his seat, a man in a blue and black suit with a mask on and someone in an all-black suit with a head covering that comes down over his eyes comes in behind him. They stay standing by the curtain.
“You met Nightwing earlier, and this is Batman.” Red introduces. Nightwing waves when Red says his name. “We all work together here.”
Danny nods.
“Hey, Danny!”Dick comes over to sit in the chair on the other side of Danny’s bed. “We have a few questions that we would like to ask you if you’re feeling up for it.”
Danny shrugs.
“Okay, well we know you haven’t been in Gotham long, where did you come from?”
Danny wonders if he tells them a different dimension if they would believe him. If they would try to send him back. “Illinois.”
Nightwing let out a short whistle. “That’s a long way Danny.”Danny snorts at that. “Did you come here by yourself?”
“Yeah.” Danny starts picking at the edges of the blankets, trying not to look anyone in the eye- not that he could, they all have some form of mask on.
“Okay. Well, we have some concerns. Don’t know if you remember what you were talking about before you went to sleep, but you said some things about being shot at a lot, by your parents and some other people.”
“What part of that is a question?” Danny leans forward and rests his cheek on his knees, watching himself pick at the blanket. He found a loose thread that he’s started twirling around his fingers.
“Can you tell us more about the people who were shooting at you? We’d like to look into them.”
Something in the tone Nightwing is using makes him sound all clinical. Like a social worker. Or a cop. It shouldn’t matter really because the people that did this to him are inaccessible unless they have some way to dimension hop.
“Doesn’t matter anymore, I’m here now.”
“What made you come here? Do you have a family member, or friends that you were meeting?”
“For real, are you a social worker? Psychologist, cop, what.” Danny looks up at him. “You brought me to a cave f and you’re all wearing masks, but you’re talking to me like I’m going to freak out or something. You can stop acting like I’m a child. I know what’s happened to me. Frankly, the fact that I’m trapped in a cave with people dressed the way you are is more concerning for me than being back on the street. So can we get on with you doing whatever you’re going to do?”
“We’re not going to do anything Danny.” Red leans towards him. “We just want to make sure you have somewhere to go.”
“I don’t.” Danny states plainly. He knows his circumstances and he can’t risk going back home for a while, shouldn’t go back at all except to grab his stuff and leave again.
The three share a few glances back and forth, having quite an in-depth silent conversation. Danny rolls his eyes and goes to stand up, they all immediately try and stop him.
“Whoa, what are you doing?” Nightwing asks.
“Where are you trying to go?” Comes from Red.
“You’re injured, you should stay in bed.” Comes from Batman.
Just then, Agent A pushes aside the curtain, walking in with a tray.
“I do hope you aren’t overwhelming the patient.” He brings the tray over, Danny straightens his legs and A situates the tray in his lap. “This boy needs to eat, and to rest. You don’t need to worry about where he’s going until he is fit to be out of bed. He’s not going anywhere until he’s improved.”
“Sir, I’m sure it’ll be fine-” Danny starts.
“Nonsense. I will not stand for it. You need proper treatment or your wounds will get infected. Now, eat or your body will not have the necessary fuel to heal.”
Danny bows his head and looks at the tray in front of him. A brought him chicken noodle soup, he starts to eat as A shepherds everyone back out and closes the curtain behind them.
“Now, I know this cannot be easy for you, being injured and alone.” A comes to sit in the chair that Red vacated. “I assure you that you have a place here at least until you are better. Even if you wish to leave now, you will not be able to get better on the streets.”
“Thank you.” Danny says. “I didn’t mean to snap at them.”
“I’m sure they will forgive you for it, you are under a lot of stress right now.”
Danny nods. “Thank you for the food. It’s amazing.”
“Of course, Mister Danny. I will be making sure you are well nourished while you are with us. Please, let me know if you have any preferences.”
“Anything that’s not alive is good for me.”
Agent A just looks at him. “You did mention something about fighting your food last night. I had thought you were talking out of a bit of delirium.”
“Oh, no that used to happen. The chemicals my parents used reanimated the food sometimes. Had to fight some hot dogs. A chicken. Our kitchen was a hazard.”
“I dare say so.” A has a very scrunched up look on his face. “Rest assured nothing of the sort has ever happened in my kitchen.”
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dc x dp crossover#batman#danny phantom#alternate universe#fanfiction#my writing#nightwing#red robin#agent a#Danny is very confused and overwhelmed#a lot is happening for him in a very short time#the batfamily is also very concerned#Honestly don't know how this turned into what it is#this was originally a one-shot#what happened#what have i gotten myself into#<- me @ like all of my writing#danny punches a clown
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Definitely True Facts About Commander Vertex #3
He has negative Force bacteria.
[forgotten Fox AU tag]
"Midichlorians," Patches said, for the third time, his head in his hands. "They're called midichlorians."
"Tiny little buggers that live in your body," Jek scoffed. "I might have barely scraped by my biology modules, but that sounds like bacteria to me."
Patches whimpered.
Jek grinned and reached over to pat his babiest of brothers on the head. Their youngest medic really was too easy to rile up.
Still, at least Patches was capable of taking a break on occasion, even if it was just to sit at Jek's bedside in the medbay while he recovered from a round of Force cleansing. He always felt a little like the mess hall slop after every session, squishy and mostly-liquid, though the effects had been lessening as the treatments went on.
Turned out that working in close proximity to an evil Sith overlord for an extended period of time could be 'damaging' and 'harmful to the spirit', and as soon as the Jedi got the okay from Marshal Commander Thorn they'd instituted regular healing sessions for the Guard. Some of them weren't overly affected--the ARF division hadn't been allowed in the Senate Dome that often anyway, and the medics rarely left the infirmary, much less Guard HQ--but the majority of them were on rotating schedules to get their minds checked for Sith residue or whatever.
It was even worse for the Force-sensitives.
No one was more surprised to find Force-sensitive clones than the clones themselves, and a frankly unsettling percentage of the Guard tested for above-average midichlorian counts. That was just those who agreed to submit to the assessment, too--a lot of the Guard refused to do even that. It wasn't like they could be Jedi, and with the war over, what did it even matter?
(Except it did matter, a lot, because apparently evil Sith overlords could also drain the life force from sentients around them, and particularly enjoyed ones with the Force. Palpatine got a little tasty burst of power like they were some kind of energy snack, and it wasn't like the Guard weren't already exhausted anyway.
That kind of siphoning left even worse traces of Sith influence; Jek's cleansing sessions made his bones feel like wobbly gelatin, but Glitch's sessions hurt.)
"I bet Defib's m-count is the highest in the Guard," Jek mused absently as he watched their CMO stalk around the medbay between the beds--and the Jedi--with a scowl on his face.
Patches lifted his head to give Jek a horrified look.
"Don't say that where he can hear you."
Jek, who lacked both bones and a sense of self-preservation, merely shrugged. Defib had refused testing, scoffing that he didn't need the Force to heal, but he wasn't named after a defibrillator for nothing: he'd brought more than one brother back from the brink of death against impossible odds.
Jek had his suspicions about Patches, too.
Even with Defib hovering suspiciously over their shoulders, the Jedi healers--there were four of them, led by Master Rig Nema--moved around the medbay with an almost unearthly poise. Jek was more familiar with ordered chaos in the infirmary: medics shouting across the room to each other, rushing back and forth to see how far their meager supplies could stretch. The Jedi were quiet, coordinating with each other soundlessly while still seeming to be aware of everything else happening in the room.
The mesmerizing little dance wasn't even interrupted by the main doors opening, which drew Jek's attention to Commander Vertex stepping into the medbay. The commander had his bucket tucked under one arm, and sharp eyes surveyed the room in a quick glance.
Patches waved at Vertex, because he was adorable.
Vertex waved back, because he was a sap.
Defib immediately veered off his self-appointed task of looming to intercept Vertex before he got too far into the room. They ducked their heads together in a brief conversation with far too much angry gesticulating on Defib's part, and the calm competency Jek had come to expect on Vertex's. Jek watched, fascinated, as Vertex managed to settle the fuming medic with just a few words and a gentle touch to his shoulder.
Defib made a bitchy face, but he did seem to lose some of his protective bristling; at Vertex's nudge he sidled over to his desk in the corner of the medbay, dropping into his chair to finally take a break and...to angrily chew on a ration bar?
Incredible.
The Jedi, meanwhile, had continued on with their Force nonsense, which lasted up until Vertex tapped one of the healers on the shoulder and their serenity shattered with a resounding squawk.
The poor Rodian who made the noise spun around, flailing wildly, and would have fallen back onto one of the beds if Vertex hadn't grabbed her to keep her upright. The other three Jedi's heads snapped up in eerie synchronicity, startled expressions on their faces, and Master Nema took a jolting step forward before seeming to register what had happened.
In the frozen stillness that followed, Defib's sullen crunching took on a distinctive note of glee.
"Apologies," Vertex said. "I didn't mean to startle you."
"When did you even..."
"How can we be of assistance, Commander Vertex?" Master Nema asked, stepping away from her patient to take the place of the still-baffled apprentice healer. Both she and Vertex smoothly ignored the disbelief radiating off the other Jedi, who were looking at Vertex like they didn't know how he had appeared.
Jek wondered that sometimes, too, but it didn't bother him.
"Hey," he said, nudging Patches with his elbow as the two bigwigs conversed, "What do you bet that Commander Vertex has negative Force bacteria?"
Patches stared at Jek like he'd kicked a baby massiff, and then slowly sunk lower in his chair with a low, despairing whine.
So easy.
#forgotten fox#tcw fanfiction#commander fox#clone trooper jek#clone trooper oc patches#clone medic oc defib#coruscant guard#this has fought me the entire way kicking and screaming but by god it is done#not well done but done#also i have commandeered glitch for the guard sorry not sorry#jedi: hey commander vertex the force works really weird around you have you come in for a checkup yet#fox: i wasn't with the guard while they were under palpatine so clearly there is no reason to examine me#jedi through gritted teeth: that is...technically true...#fox: pops on his sunglasses and wheelies out#also this pulls from a vague headcanon/plot idea where most of the guard are force sensitive#the kaminoans secretly tested for it and the ones who showed promise were assigned to coruscant by order of the client#which turns into blah blah blah red guard pipeline blah blah#anyway i'm going to sleep
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IRONY
(Or: my take on a post Red Robin Dick & Tim reconciliation. Because they love each other so much, and that's why it hurts).
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Tim can admit, once an alert pops up on his computer and he immediately opens up the live feed of Dick’s kitchen, that there’s some cruel, bitter irony in what he’s doing. Also quite a few broken laws, and bent morals, and some icky stuff which he would not like Dick to find out about. Inserting surveillance cameras and trackers all over your loved one’s property, after all, is Bad Sibling Behavior. After so long spent trying to be a good sibling, Tim is hardly going to admit what he’s doing to anyone else.
Because he’s stalking Dick.
Like a creepy little obsessed fan. Or a creepy villain-adjacent stalker. Like a ten-year-old Timmy Drake. He never thought he’d be doing it again as eighteen-year-old Tim Drake. Nonetheless, he stalks and tracks and surveils Dick from afar without ever talking to him. It’s like old times. Jason is even alive again. Except that instead of Tim stalking the Bats because he was a lonely little ten-year-old left to rot in a huge mansion with no concept of privacy or boundaries, he’s a less-lonely eighteen-year-old who knows far too much about Dick Grayson. Too much because far too much has gone down between them for Tim to just…talk to the guy. It’s impossible. Definitely impossible.
Tim misses the days of late night ice creams, arms resting on his head or slung over his back, trading skateboard tricks for tumbling tricks. He aches for those days with a hunger he didn’t know was possible after a childhood spent starving for affection.
But they can never go back.
Which is why Tim learns that Dick isn’t taking his meds because his surveillance equipment detected a change in behavior. Dick usually goes to his kitchen, breaks out orange juice or soda or some energy drink from the fridge, and takes his meds. Tonight he did not. Tim doesn’t know what the meds are for, he’s not that much of an invasive creep. It’s enough to know that Dick is getting treatment. And Tim doesn’t have to talk to Dick to find out how he’s doing. It’s enough to stalk him from afar to check on his well-being.
Now the question is: what can Tim do about it? He can’t ask Dick himself. That’s obviously out of the question. Dick would listen to Damian, but the brat resents Tim’s very existence, so best not try that route. Dick would listen to Jason, but Red Hood barely tolerates Tim nowadays, and Tim isn’t interested in owing him a huge favor for something he really should do himself, so not him either. Dick would maybe, maybe listen to Bruce, but that’s hit-or-miss.
Tim calls Barbara.
“I need a favor,” he says as soon as she picks up. “Are you alone?”
“Yes,” Barbara replies, immediately business-like. “What’s up?”
Tim spins around in his swivel chair. Best purchase for his lair by far. “Not cape stuff, sort of, or imminently pressing, well, it’s pressing, I just needed to make sure no one’s listening in.”
“As sure as I can ever be,” Barbara confirms dryly. Answer: there’s always a chance, in the Bats’ paranoid minds, that someone is eavesdropping. But according to Oracle, she’s in the clear, and it really doesn’t get better than that.
“So, don’t ask me how I know this,” Tim prefaces, knowing she’s about to find out about his surveillance cameras in Dick’s apartment (if she hasn’t already), “but Dick didn’t take his meds last night. I don’t know what they are, so I dunno how bad it is that he skipped, and I don’t wanna pry into your, uh, relationship with him but–”
“Dick and I aren’t talking right now,” Barbara says flatly.
So, they’re in the off-again part of their on-again, off-again relationship. Most of the time Tim is rooting for them. Sometimes he thinks they should do what he and Steph did and settle into a best friends for life relationship.
“Right.” On his next rotation, Tim catches himself on the edge of his table. He taps one hand on the clear surface and thinks of possibilities. “Do you think he would listen to B–”
“No.”
“Right.” Tim tries not to sigh and fails. “Okay, uh. Jason?”
“Jason can’t keep a secret.”
Which is sort of unfair to Jason, but keeping a secret is relative. Compared to Barbara and Tim, Jason can’t keep a secret. And Tim is not one to argue if someone’s making fun of Jason.
“Cass? No. Same problem.”
It’s against her very nature to lie. If Cass does hold a secret, it is by accident. Tim doesn’t want to leave this up to chance. This was easier when they had Alfred to mediate.
Tim starts spinning in his chair again. His room whirls past. “What about his friends? Kori or Wally or…literally any of them?”
“I don’t see,” Barbara says, “why you’re avoiding the obvious solution of asking him yourself. He’d listen to you.”
He’ll listen to you. What a heavy, crushing promise to make. You have the trust of Nightwing. Nightwing, admired by the entire superhero community. It’s true, maybe, probably. That Dick will listen to Tim. He’s mostly sure of that now, after everything. That’s the problem, really. The “after everything” part of Tim’s confidence. Their trust is not from years of steady partnership, or slowly developed siblinghood. The trust Tim has in Dick originates from months of silence, of terribly intimate understanding, of shared grief and one horrible, nausea-inducing day.
Dick hates when people leave him and when people fall and he can’t catch them. People don’t usually leave Dick Grayson, but Tim left and then he fell and Dick caught him. So Dick will listen, probably, maybe, if only because he doesn’t want Tim to leave. And Tim can’t ask, knowing that they don’t have the nice, easy brotherhood they ought to, the companionship siblings should have. Knowing Dick is only listening because he wants to keep Tim around. That’s the sort of fake compassion Tim spent his life running from. It’s not empathy, it’s sympathy.
A vicious little voice that sounds like Janet Drake tells Tim that he should shut up and suck it up and accept whatever Dick gives him, because he’ll never be worthy of anything more. Tim slams his head into walls to shut that voice up. He won’t accept it. He cannot. He must not.
“You’re not talking to him, are you.” Barbara’s voice has a tinge of that shaking-your-head condescension that drives Tim up the walls. The tone that carries that undercurrent of, why are you making this so hard, Tim? As if it’s so easy. As if everything that fractured Tim and Dick’s relationship is so easily repairable.
Of course, Tim can’t explain that to Barbara. It sounds pathetic, even to himself.
“Bold words, coming from you,” Tim retorts.
Barbara sighs. “Look. At this point Damian has the best communication with Dick. And unless you have a way of tricking Damian into–huh.”
Tim, whose manipulative, stalkery little brain went in the exact same direction as hers, echoes her exclamation. “Oh. Yeah. Hm. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Unfortunately,” Barbara says, voice dry as the desert Tim was reborn in, “yes.”
The Belfry, a secret headquarters perfectly unobtrusive in Gotham’s old gothic and industrial skyline, was built by Tim and Barbara shortly after Bruce’s return. Since it’s so much newer than the Clock Tower, its inhabitants are not yet established. Where the Clock Tower houses the Birds of Prey, and Barbara’s friends in general, the Belfry sees a small but wide-ranging group of heroes coming in and out. Dick, Cass and Steph are the only other Bats to be allowed in.
Tonight, a little eleven-year-old boy crouches in the welcome darkness of one of the many nooks and crannies, dagger in his hands, and pretends with all his might that he belongs.
“…at least wrap it,” Barbara is saying as she disengages the many, many security systems and enters the many passwords to get into the Belfry.
“What’s the point?” Tim argues. “It’s not like–”
Both he and Barbara freeze. Tim raises a hand slowly to his belt. Barbara fingers one of the many buttons on her wheelchair. He gestures her to the left. They’re caught in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. With ceilings as high as a warehouse (it’s a bell tower, after all), those windows are high indeed.
And then–
“Oracle. Red.” Damian emerges from the darkness like the little gremlin that he is, chin held high in his Robin uniform while he omits the Robin part of Tim’s new superhero name. “I have been here long enough that I could’ve killed both of you. How careless of you to not notice.”
Translation: Damian had been hoping to go unnoticed for longer.
“Here, where you most definitely do not have access,” Barbara points out. She wheels closer now that they know it’s just Robin.
Tim, while Damian is distracted with Barbara, sidles over to a table as stealthily as he knows how and sets down his package.
“Clearly, your security standards are in need of upgrading,” Damian sniffs. Then his eyes narrow as he notices what Tim is doing. “Drake. What is that package.”
“None of your business,” Tim snaps back immediately. He moves to cover it with his back. “Get out of here. Invites only, you weren’t invited, you know how it is.”
Damian folds his hands behind his back and raises his nose. “It is for Grayson.”
“For Christ’s–how did you know?” Barbara demands.
“You just confirmed it,” Damian replies smugly.
Barbara rolls her eyes. “Okay. Fine. It’s for Dick. Happy now?”
“No.” Damian marches up to Tim, then folds his arms, dagger and all, over his chest when Tim blocks his path to the package. “Tell me what you are giving to Grayson.”
Tim leans back against the table and folds his own arms over his chest, affecting a casual state of relaxation he absolutely does not feel. “I said, none of your business.”
In truth, there’s something so heart-breakingly ten-years-old about Damian’s behavior. His cool older brother is part of a cool group of friends with a secret hideout that Damian is not allowed into. Of course he broke into it. Damian, under all his bluster and bravado, wants to be a part of it all. He’s only human. He’s only eleven years old.
“You may be poisoning him,” Damian insists.
Tim laughs. “That’s more your wheelhouse, isn’t it?”
Seems like Damian hasn’t yet heard the saying your wheelhouse, because he scowls but doesn’t respond. Oddly enough, Tim feels worse about that than he does about the actual insult. Kids are not their parents or the secret assassin society they come from, he knows, he knows this. Yet this intellectual knowledge always flies out the window in favor of emotional responses when it comes to Damian.
“It’s not,” Barbara interrupts, before they can come to blows. “It’s just something to make him feel better, since he stopped taking his meds. Now will you leave?”
Damian scowls again, this time resembling an angry kitten more than a fearsome assassin. Not that he ever has resembled a fearsome assassin, despite all the assassination attempts. For all the pent-up resentment and bitter anger Tim has about Damian, he can’t help but find the kid a little cute.
(The thing is, back before everything, Tim really wanted a little sibling. Back before everything, Tim used to dream about Jason coming back).
(Isn’t it funny how the universe keeps giving Tim what he wants just to spite him?)
“Fine.” Damian glares at both of them in turn. “Since both of you are so incompetent in taking care of Grayson, I will do it.”
And he sweeps out of the Belfry with all the righteous fury that an eleven-year-old can muster.
Tim and Barbara finally make eye contact after Barbara ensures, using the Belfry’s surveillance cameras, that Damian has exited the building for good. Then they both burst into laughter. The rafters ring with the force of it, pealing like the bells on Sunday morning. Barbara slaps her knee. Tim leans back on the table, hands clasped over his stomach, and shakes.
“I can’t believe,” Barbara says, once she’s calmed down enough to get a proper sentence out, “that we just tricked a kid into doing our dirty work for us.”
“Hey, if it works,” Tim says, voice full of mirth.
He easily identifies himself as an adult despite only recently turning eighteen. It is impossible to feel like a child, he reasons, after waking up in the desert. After running Wayne Industries, however briefly. After striking out on his own. After everything.
Perhaps that’s why he gets along so well with Barbara these days. She understands that he is not a kid anymore, even if she wasn’t there for everything. Dick, on the other hand, still sees Tim as the kid he was. (As Robin). As the Before Everything Tim Drake that the real Tim is getting so very tired of thinking about. So what if he misses all of it, the good and the ugly? That’s just the nostalgia speaking. That’s just part of growing up. Tim had to grow up fast, so he did. He did what he had to do and he won’t let himself regret it.
#tim drake#barbara gordon#damian wayne#dick grayson#my fanfiction#my writing#antebuny's ficlets#batfam#batman#red robin#robin#might actually turn this one into a full fic
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I desperately need to find the fic where, pre Red Hood reveal or maybe civilian Jason, Jason lets it slip that he knows that the Wayne's and the Bats are one and the same. Jason goes underground because he's like 'fuck that was a bad mistake.' Meanwhile the Batfamily is imploding because 'who was that and how did they know!? We've got to get that locked down!' And so it leads to the bats chasing Jason down and asking him what he wants as an offer to keep quiet.
Bat that tracked him down: what do you want so you'll keep quiet about the information you know?
Jason *just trying to live his life that may or may not include Crime Lording*: I want to be left alone
Bat: it can't be that simple, what do you actually want?
Jason: leave me alone
Bat: unrealistic, try again
Jason *sarcastic*: okay then, I'll take $100,000
Bat: done
Three days later Dick shows up with cash in hand and freaks Jason out because he didn't think that they would actually pay it!
time and/or dimension travel might be involved.
#red rambles#im desperate#ive been looking for it everywhere and if it turns out i made it up im gonna be so mad#batman#jason todd#dc red hood#red hood#fanfiction#batman fanfiction#looking for a fic
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Thanks to @westernmanergy and his great post about Valentino the vigilante/urban legend, he inspired me to post this because I decided to write some snippets that I've been putting off for months.
I've been thinking about this AU in the style of Turning Red (Pixar movie) for a while now. A Puerto Rican boy who, due to a family curse, wakes up one day in the body of this ten-foot-tall moth.
And here I need your help guys, I'm a fan of staticmoth so:
where do I place Vox in all this? And I had several inspirations, student Val has a crush on? Or Hot teacher?
Consider that in this AU I want to make Valentino older than the protagonist of Turning Red so 16/18 years old.
Then I also thought what if the abilities/appearance of the Moth activates when our poor boy has impure thoughts and gets excited? What if Vox is a hunter of mythological creatures/exterminator and Velvette is his assistance? Did they go undercover in this school following reports of paranormal/demonic activity? What if Vox is also afflicted by a curse?
My favorite option is Valentino who is figuring out his sexuality and struggling with the issues of a normal teenager, meanwhile he has to take care of his little sister Verosika, while his mother is single and works two jobs to support her children.
In the midst of all this, one day he suffers a major public humiliation (I'm trying to decide what) and that night he has strange nightmares of terrifying creatures. The next morning he wakes up in the body of a ten foot tall moth and from there chaos ensues as he tries to hide and master this new ability, balance his 'normal' life, the strange instincts of the moth that make him more sensitive and receptive.
Added to all this is the arrival of a new trendy student who Val quickly befriends and the new math teacher who Valentino develops a crush on and the moth squeaks kick in when that beautiful man is around.
And what do you think? Feel free to tell me your opinions on this silly AU.
As always my native language is not English so I apologize for any mistakes
PS I want a little Verosika hugging her soft big brother💓🦋
#fanfiction#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin vox#hazbin valentino#hazbin hotel valentino#vox#staticmoth#mothstatic#valentino#valentino the moth demon#vox x valentino#valentino x vox#turning red#AU#writer ideas#fanfic writer#human valentino#human verosika#human vox#human velvette#hazbin hotel velvette#hazbin velvette#hazbin vees#the vees#hazbin hotel vees#verosika mayday#helluva boss verosika#hb verosika
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“Yes, they do look rather juicy.” - Heidi
#twilightishot#the twilight saga#thetwilightsaga#twilight saga#twilight fanfiction#twilightsagaedit#new moon#heidi#heidi of the volturi#heidi volturi#the volturi#volturi guard#fisher#German#red#vampire#twilightishotmoodboards#she’s so stylish#my hc is that she was a witch and after she was turned she can still do magic#she totally has a black cat#very romantic gothic#80s gothic vibes
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Someone please yell at me to go back to working on the Jason Todd goes under cover in a pharmacy fic? Please
(this is based off the time there was a police sting in my pharmacy because forgery. That was such a day)
#jason todd#Red Hood#dc comics#fanfiction#fanfic#I think about this on and off#the one time I started it#it accidentally started turning into a rant about conditions in retail pharmacy in the US#That's a problem
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Change Comes Unnaturally
Story by @oopsbirdficced / ingenious_spark (AO3)
Fic rating: Explicit/NC17
Tags: IXth Legion | Blood Angels, IIIrd Legion | Emperor's Children, Existential Dread, Transformation, Vampire Turning, Explicit Sexual Content, Vampire Turning Through Sex
Characters: Original Characters
Relationships: Aeneas (EC)/Valentino (BA) (OCs)
Summary: Aeneas can't help falling for and falling into bed with Valentino, a beautiful, charming Blood Angel during a long campaign between the Third and Ninth Legions.
What neither of them expected were consequences to their sweet romance.
Written for the @secretsanguinala 2024, for @iapetusneume !
#fanfiction#wh40k#blood angels#emperor's children#emperors children#vampires#vampirism#unusual vampire turning#smut#existential dread#red herring
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Avatar human headcanons #2!
Imagine Lo'ak, Tsireya, and Rotxo waking up at the crack of dawn to scare the absolute shizz out of Ao'nung. Lo'ak and Tsireya are basically the menaces, while Rotxo is there for vibes, lol. (This is based on a fanfic I wrote a month back :)
Lo'ak and Tsireya: *Barges into the room* WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD!
Ao'nung: *Wakes up abruptly* WHAT'S GOING ON!?
Neteyam, who was sleeping beside Ao'nung: *slurs* Ao'nung...? Wha' happening??
Lo'ak: :0
Tsireya: :0
Rotxo: :0
Rotxo: That's crazy
Lo'ak: >:0 WHAT SINCE WHEN!? WHY!?
Tsireya: *giggles*
#Neteyam turns so red#Ao'nung is just annoyed#Tsireya demands answers#I posted the link in another post#Based on a vine#lmao#avatar fanfiction#avatar the way of water#neteyam#a03 fanfic#aonunete#aonung#boys in love#cackling#rotxo#human au#humor#atwow fanfiction#a03 writer#fanfiction#fanfic writing#archive of our own#fanfics#read on a03#based on true events#real#Secrets#teenagers#love#lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan
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PLLLSSSSS IM BEGGING GIVE ME WRITING IDEAS
PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE GRAYSON OR CARL! (Or literally anyone, ideas - Jeremiah fisher, dean redding, daryl dixion, Ron Anderson, jj Maybank, John b, ANYONE)
@carlsangel @rarllover3753 @txrasbae @hiro--aoki @midiosaamor @midiosaamor
#the walking dead#carl grimes#twd#carl grimes fanfiction#carl grimes x y/n#carl grimes fluff#fanfic#grayson hawthorne#the inheritance games#carl grimes angst#the summer i turned pretty#jeremiah fisher#jj maybank#outer banks#john b routledge#dean redding#the naturals#jennifer lynn barnes#book boyfriend#books
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One of these days I will watch all of Transformers G1 in a confused haze.
#I'm almost positive I've seen most of it#I don't think I actually watched the episode where Seaspray falls in love with a mermaid#and he turns into a merman but he still has his gimmicky bubbly robot voice the whole time#but I feel like I know the important parts#oh and there's the episode where Red Alert is infected with a paranoia virus and the fanfiction decided that was his entire personality#and the one person he decided to trust was Starscream and anyone who knows anything about#Transformers#knows this was a bad move#and then there's the episode where they make a remote controlled Optimus Prime and have it blow up a remote controlled Starscream to#make sure the Autobots trust him and then I think they have the fake Optimus race the real Optimus to figure out which is which#And then there's the episode where Starscream and Megatron sneak into the Autobot base with their invisibility spray to turn the Autobots#evil and I think that's the episode where Optimus gives Bumblebee a hug that was nice#and there's my personal favorite which has everyone travel to the middle ages and Starscream takes over a castle and it turns out dragons#are a thing#Oh and then there's the one where Optimus gets blown to pieces and his parts are used as turrets and stuff and the Autobots have to fight#through it all to gather it up and rebuild him and I think they fought an alligator but I might be making that up#There's also the one where the Decepticons convince the humans that the Autobots have been the true evil all along and that they should#be shot into space and the Autobots go along with it because they respect human laws#And there's the one where... I can't actually remember the name#anyway he wanted to build something really cool and Optimus thought it could be used for evil and said no :(#but the Decepticons said they'd help him and then shockingly tried to use it for evil
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Nearly every Christmas, Aaron T would make Z an ugly Christmas jumper with a sewing machine cuz he is the fashionista of the group! He also is the type to create Christmas jumpers for all the other members as well.
When each member had them on, T would randomly shout “Yaaas, Bestie Boos, pookies, OMG SLAAAYYYY!”
#4town#4town aaron z#4town aaron t#4town jesse#4town robaire#4town taeyoung#turning red#disney#4*town#4town fanfic#mistle*town#fanfiction writer#disney 100#disney fanart#4town headcanons#4townie#turning red 4town#4town x reader#4town fanart#4 town#christmas#december#christmas tree#christmas jumper#animation student
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