#what the heck. my parents were never my age they were just spawned into the world in their 30s

[hanzajesthanza]

it is absolutely so weird to me to try to imagine a version of geralt that is like, my age. like, no. get back to being an old man

[midnights-light]

Ladybug and the Hound

So before I begin I need to say a few things

This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic so it’s most likely going to suck and all that jazz

I do not own any characters in the DC or Miraculous universes (if i did everything would make little to no sense so yeah)

Can we all agree that  @ozmav is an amazing writer?

If you don’t like Daminette, don’t read it’s that simple

I am also going to use “Dogs are a Ladybug’s best friend” by @kelelamentia for some inspiration on this cuz I love that idea

All characters are going to be OOC so just be prepared

If ya’ll like it I might write more just let me know if I should write more or if I should never think about writing again (I have low self-esteem so if it look like I am hating on myself it’s because I am but I’ll get over someday but if you criticize me please at least try to be constructive criticism)

Now onto the terrible thing I decided needed to exist

LB-Ladybug

CN- Chat Noir

M-Marinette

Di-Dick

D-Damian

B-Bruce

T-Tim

J-Jason

A-Alfred

The Meeting

It was a normal Tuesday, ya know? Birds are singing, the sun is shining, the Eiffel Tower collapsed, ya know the usual. Well usual for Parisians who had to deal with this for 4 almost 5 years now but for those who just wanted a vacation like the Waynes... well let’s just say they were unprepared to see the Eiffel Tower come crashing down just a few blocks ahead of them as they were walking to get some pastries from Tom and Sabine Boulangerie patisserie for a afternoon snack and to walk Titus (they brought Titus because Damian refused to leave him alone in the mansion for two weeks while they are on vacation so Bruce reluctantly agreed to bring him with them). So them being them ran towards the fallen tower and see a few people dead and some injured. They help the injured, but just as they are about to get the remaining few out of the wreckage a girl in a clearly ladybug themed suit comes crashing to the ground creating a few cracks to form on the ground. She gets up with a groan just as a dog in a fox themed costume came running up to her and helps her steady herself. “Thanks, Hound.” says the spotted girl and as the batfam are about to check if she’s okay a... IS THAT A GIANT BABY?! Well the giant baby comes walking towards the girl and the dog when a voice shouts “If you go on a date with me Ladybug I will come help you just accept your feelings for me already!” 

Damian's POV

As soon as the spotted girl heard that she looked towards the owner of the voice and low and behold it’s a guy in a leather cat suit and on the outside I look indifferent to what is happening but on the inside the only thing I can think is ‘What is going on in this city!’ because I was just expecting a boring two weeks of ‘required’ vacation in the ‘city of love’ I hate the nickname of the city because as Father has shown love is a weakness. But apparently the city of love is not as boring as I thought it would be. The girl (ladybug I think is her name) now has a look of murder in her eyes and the dog (hound is what she called him) growled at him as ladybug said “Chat, you can’t be serious! You just caused the Eiffel Tower to fall and kill and injure people!” CN-“Yes because you can’t realize that we are meant to be together!” LB-”No we are not now either help or shut up so I can focus on gigantitan!” CN-”Fine then i’ll just sit here and enjoy the show” That one interaction makes me question if this is how it is everything something like this happens.

*Time skip because i can’t write smart plans or fight scenes*

Dick’s POV

After ladybug got his watch thing off his wrist she and hound tore it apart which released a black butterfly and the giant baby was now back to a normal sized baby. WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?1 I’M SO CONFUSED! After I stopped questioning reality I realized that ladybug was comforting the kid (HE COULDN’T BE OLDER THAN 4 YEARS OLD!) she picked him up and was about to throw her spotted thing up in the air for some reason but was interrupted by the cat boy saying ‘Pound it!’ and acting like he actually helped her and didn’t just sit there on a roof watching ladybug and hound do everything. What the heck? Ladybug walks over to me and asked if I could hold the kid for a sec and I said sure because she looks ready to murder. After she hands me the kid she walks over to cat boy and started yelling at him about how he can’t just be reckless like that but it seemed to just go over his head as he replied saying something about how she owed hit to him to date him but I quickly stopped listening when the kid started crying because of all the yelling going on so I started to talk and play with him to cheer him up until he pointed to ladybug as she yelled miraculous ladybug and tossed the spotted object into the sky. I was confused about what she was doing until I saw a swarm of ladybugs appear and start fixing the damage, healing the injured, and even bringing people back to life. Then she came back over and was about to ask something but then a shrill beeping noise came from her earrings causing her to ask if we could watch over the kid until his mom came and picked him up. Titus and Hound were playing until she called him over to her and then they jumped, yes JUMPED, up to the roof and left. “What the hell was all that and does anyone else want to kill a cat boy?”

Tim’s POV

“So that all really happened, huh? It wasn’t really just a coffee dream?” I say and then look at everyone else has a different reactions to what just happened: Jason is looking at where dead bodies had been but now they were alive, Bruce is trying to understand what just happened, Alfred looks concerned, Dick is keeping the kid happy, and Damian is trying to keep Titus from running after Hound. I notice other civilians just walking around like nothing just happened and I’m just thinking ‘How long has this been happening and how have we not noticed? WHAT IS LIFE!?’

Jason’s POV

I look at everybody that was dead just walk away like nothing happened and I am about to ask Bruce if he know what that was when I feel someone bump into me. I turn around to see a girl around Damian’s age on the ground picking up the stuff she dropped while rapidly apologizing while a dog, presumably hers, was sniffing her making sure she was ok and had what looked like a glare on his face when he looked at me. M-“I’m so so sorry Monsieur! I wasn’t looking where I was going.” J-”It’s alright little lady, but if you don’t mind me asking, what’s the rush?” M- “Well you see I’m supposed to be helping in my parents bakery after I finished walking Captain but we got caught up in the akuma attack so I’m running a bit late. My names Marinette by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you before are you visiting?” What’s an akuma? I’ll file that away for later for replacement to look at but for now. J- ”Yeah we are here for a family vacation to take a break from work. Would you mind if me and my family follow you to your parent’s bakery? We were heading to one for a snack but it seems we got turned around during the attack.” M- “Sure just tell me your names first so I at least know you to some degree cause I’m not supposed to talk to people I don’t know. I hate life but I’m not ready to die just yet.” She laughs and I swear it feels like the world just got a whole lot brighter, J- “Of course where are my manners name’s Jason. I have a feeling my family is going to love you and your dog.” I say as I hold my hand out for Captain to sniff and after he does he stops giving me what I swear looks like a glare but he’s still standing near Marinette when I notice my family looking at me and Marinette and Alfred asks me, A- “Master Jason are you going to introduce us to the young miss?” J- “Oh right, guys this is Marinette, Marinette this is Alfred he’s our butler/ grandpa, the one who looks like he’s about to pass out is Tim, the one playing with the kid is Dick, the stern one is Bruce, and the  one with the dog is Damian.” I say.

Damian’s POV

I hear Todd talking to someone and introducing us and as soon as I turn to glare at Todd I see the most beautiful eyes in the whole world. they look like sapphires and her hair is like the midnight sky. She looks like an Angel... wait WHAT!?  I only zone back in as soon as Todd told the Angel my name so I did what not even I  was expecting, I took her hand, gave the back of it a kiss and said, D- “Nice to meet you Angel.” I was not smiling when I saw her blush and I for certain do not want to make her blush again... but if I have a chance to then I will take it. Then I hear a low growl and I then notice that she has a dog (yes she loves animals to!) that is looking at me like he’s going to rip me to shreds and I will forever deny that I was a little scared. M- “Sorry Damian, Captain’s just a little protective of me and doesn’t like strangers being around me.” D-”I understand.” I say then I hold out my hand for her dog (Captain I think it was) to sniff and after he does he still growls at me but doesn’t look ready to tear me to pieces so progress towards getting to know the Angel before me. And then my good mood is ruined by the sound of my idiot brothers and father, the traitor, snickering behind us. I turn and scowl at them but they don’t seem to care. Meanwhile Titus and Captain appear to have met and are now chasing each other around making me and the Angel laugh. Her laughter sounds amazing and her smile makes it feel like the world brightens up just a little. M- “So shall we start walking to the bakery?” A chorus of yes comes from my family and then we start walking. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

BONUS

*Whispering* J- “Am I going crazy or did Demon Spawn just laugh and smile at Marinette?”

Di- “No I heard it to *gasp* do you think he has a crush?”

J- “Are we sure he’s capable of having a crush?”

T- “Well I’m sure she will be good for him, but what I’m confused about is how she doesn’t recognize who we are. I mean how does she not know us she didn’t even seem to recognize our faces.

A- “I think Miss Marinette will do Master Damian some good.”

And Bruce is just looking at his youngest son with pride. His first crush and he’s able to witness it.

So as I said in the beginning this is my first fanfic and It’s most likely terrible so let me know if I should never write again, if you want another chapter, or if I should just reevaluate my life choices.

Chapter 2

[pl-panda]

Damienette arranged marriage: part 5

Yet again two chapters in one day... I must stop spoiling you.

Credits: Miraculous Ladybug team for the elements I take from MLB show. DC for their characters, @ozmav for the AU, @maribat-archive for giving me access to so many different stories to have take inspirations from, @thyladyanput for idea for Chat Damian and me for the plot.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Damienette arranged marriage: part 5

NEXT

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“Yes. Our little grown up girl.” Marinette smiled and was about to run, but she heard her mother continue speaking. “But you are still grounded for two weeks.”

“Mom!” She shouted, but smiled and went back to her room.

Next two weeks were disastrous. Lila used Marinette’s absence to spread some nasty rumors and lies about her. Two days. That was more than enough for the whole class to turn against her. The previous incident and Lila’s supposed ‘disability’ was never revealed to the public, so they had no reason to mistrust her. But Marinette was still suddenly ostracized. But the most painful of this was Alya. She suddenly started to despise Marinette. It was like some kind of coping mechanism. Apparently, learning she would never become Rena Rogue again was hard on her too, and then learning that Marinette run away from home (a blatant lie, but Alya did believe) was enough for the aspiring reporter to change. Abandoned by Ladybug, abandoned by best friend, she clinged to what she had left. Alya now followed Lila, who she believed would never just leave her like that. Her and Nino became even more inseparable.

Marinette wanted to give the same explanation, but Lila was faster. ‘ Oh! So even madame Bourgeois doesn’t want you now so you came back with your tail between your legs?’ This sole comment killed any credibility to anything Marinette would say. The rumors that started to spread were awful. Some just outright refused to talk with her, others went as far as to mock the girl or use some inappropriate names toward her. From a popular girl Marinette became a loner. Even her internet boutique was not safe. Dozens of negative reviews spawned out of nowhere. There were more reviews than she ever done commissions. In the end, she had to take the page down to keep at least some of her reputation.

She still had Luka and Kagami, who stayed firmly by her side. But they could not really do anything to help her at school. And then there was Adrien. He was constantly trying to stop Marinette from going against Lila and convince her to just make peace with the girl. She wanted to strangle him. He was nothing like the charming boy who offered her an umbrella on the first day. Something has changed in this forty-eight hours. There was this… weight on his shoulders that was not here before. 

Another matter was Chat Noir. When she first met him during a patrol, he threw a hissy-fit that she disappeared for several days. After she (truthfully) explained that she got married, the cat frowned and ran away. Since then, he was not seen. Ladybug had to manage on her own, with occasional help from Viperion and Ryuko. She had to manage. Red Robin would not help in the field, but he kept a steady eye on the city, working day and night trying to figure out who was Hawkmoth. Marinette was actually worried about Tim after she witnessed him drink coffee straight from an ancient jug. He said something about ‘needing inspiration from his ancestors’ which was quite hilarious since the vase was a cheap knock-off bough in one-euro store the previous day.

After a month of this kind of incredible hardship, Marinette had enough. She wanted this school-year to finally be over, but she still had seven more months to go. It pained her that school instead of offering her some help decided to instead follow up on Lila, making it seem like they forgot about her ‘disease’. Madame Bustier constantly demanded of Marinette to be the bigger person and ignore the taunts and headmaster few times threatened to expel her after Lila or the others reported her for bullying.

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Right now she was sitting in the back of the class when Madame Bustier walked with a boy in tow. Marinette instantly recognized him. Damian. He was wearing a dark-gray turtleneck jumper, dark-blue jeans and had his hair gelled back into spikes, revealing his forehead. Strange thing was that he carried a sword with him in addition to school bag.

“Students. Meet Damian Grayson. He is a member of exchange student from United States. Our school was chosen to participate in special program with Gotham Academy. Damian will be learning with us for this semester, and in exchange we will be able to all spend whole next semester in Gotham Academy to see how education differs between countries.”

Immediately, several hands shot up. Teacher chose Alix first, much to Lila’s anger. “It seems strange that just one student comes to us and in exchange we are all going there. Why are you alone?”

Caline was about to speak, but Damian was faster. He answered in perfect French. “Because only I volunteered to leave for half a year. Others were scared when headmaster announced that participants would at the end of semester have to take qualification exams.” His voice was cold and he made it clear he didn’t want more discussion.

“Don’t worry kids, on our side there is no such requirement, but you will have to still take the final exams to graduate into Lycee. Next question? Adrien.” She pointed to the blond boy.

“Why do you carry a sword with you?” He asked, pointing at the long weapon attached to his backpack. It was sheathed, but it was clear it was some eastern sword.

“Because I practice swordfighting.” Was the sole answer.

Marinette could hear some whispers. ‘ Whoa. He is almost as mean as Marinette’. She noticed he also picked this up and growled.

“What can you tell us about yourself?” Nino asked, not waiting for teacher to choose him.

“I am your age. I will be staying with my brother who works in Paris. I like art. I hate physical contact. If you try to touch me, I will throw you out of the window.” He said in completely emotionless voice, almost like this was casual speech he heard every day. 

“Wow. You are almost as mean as this bully Marinette.” Alya commented. Damian gritted his teeth. He knew that Marinette was anything but a bully. He checked the files Tim pulled and it only strengthened his opinion on the girl. She was dealing with being bullied by a spoiled brat since she was six, yet she chose not to retaliate and instead try to make friends with the gil. She was class representative, took care of all the trips, volunteered at every possible action. She won several amateur fashion contests and most likely had at least a dozen famous people at speed dial. And yet, no one knew that. She worked under pseudonym to avoid attracting attention. And she was Paris greatest superhero. That was no bully material. 

“Alya! Don’t say such things.” Lila scolded her friend. “Just because he is a bit harsh does not mean you should compare him to Marinette.”

There were still several hands in the air and teacher was about to choose next person, but Damian ignored them and walked to the back of the classroom and sat next to Marinette. There were several menacing stares in their direction and Damian held back the urge to scowl. So just because he took the only free place that just happened to be next to this girl, he was now their enemy? His hand kept twitching toward the blade, but he felt Marinette’s hand grab his under the table. She looked him in the eyes like she was trying to tell him that they are not worth it. And to his surprise, it worked. They silently turned back to the teacher who kept explaining the details of the exchange program.

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After the lessons were over, Damian started to pack his bag. His tracer rolled under the desk and he leaned to get it. There were steps rapidly approaching the desk.

“Listen here, Marinette. If you think just because this guy is new you will get him to be your friend, don’t even think about it. Either you stay away of him or I will make both your lives insufferable. I am the queen of this school and you will not oppose me.” The double-faced harlot tried to intimidate his wife. Damian, still under the table grabbed the sword, but from his place he could see Marinette’s face. She was giving him a side-glare telling him that it’s not worth it.

“I don’t control him Lila. Even if I wanted, I think he will do as he please.” Marinette was holding back a smile.

“Face it. I won the war. You have no friends, no name, no business, not even a boyfriend. I took everything from you. And if you continue, I will take your parents’ bakery next. You…” At this moment, Lila saw a silver blur and suddenly she had a blade pressed to her neck. Damian got out from under the table, drew his sword and pinned the girl to the wall in a matter of seconds. 

“I think that’s enough. You will leave Marinette’s parents alone and you will not speak to her like this again. Otherwise, you will learn just how proficient I am with the sword. Did I make myself clear?” While Damian was ready to spill some Italian blood, one look at Marinette told him that she would’ve not forgiven him. 

Lila eagerly nodded. When he let go of her and sheathed his sword, she scowled at the couple. “Ugh! The two of you are worth one another. It is not over. I will get back at you for this!” And with that, she run away as fast as humanly possible wearing stilettos. 

Damian turned to see frowning Marinette. “I had it under control Damian. And what are you even doing here?”

“Sorry I protected you.” He snarled, but then he calmed and his face took more friendly look. At least by his standards, but to most it was still the ‘get the heck away from me if you value your health’ face. Luckily, Marinette wasn’t like the most. “I… I wanted to meet you. As a person I mean.” He said. The french girl looked at him, but said nothing. He decided that it would be best to get this done with. The classroom was a place as good as any. “Look. I know we met in… unusual circumstances. For better or worse, we are now married. But… I wish to try and actually build this relationship.” He spat it out of himself and looked at Marinette.

For a moment, she was confused at what he said, but then it clicked. “Wait. Are you… asking me out?” She said in disbelief

“um… Yes?” Damian said timidly. Why does it have to be so hard?!

“Then okay.” Marinette smiled. This took him by surprise. He half-expected her to reject him, to hate him for this, or to just run screaming like his brothers kept telling him all girls would. 

“Really? Just like that?” It was now his turn to ask in disbelief.

“Yeah. I don’t really see why not.” She said smiling. “But I am paying. I don’t want anyone to think I am using you.” She stated firmly. This newfound confidence was a pleasant surprise for Damian. He noticed that while a bit shy and withdrawn, there was a heart of gold and nerves of steel underneath this. Happily, he took her hand and led her to the streets of Paris. Neither of them noticed a teenager in catsuit following them on the rooftops.

“I already lost my Lady. Nobody will take away my princess!”

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[dawnwave16]

dad Bruce Wayne only Marinette doesn't know till she has been shipped off to him thanks to lila's lies. So she has to hide the fact she us ladybug and the new guardion while the bat family have to find the fact they are the bat family Mean while Jason has started a betting pool on when the newest member of the family joins the bat family

Sorry, this has taken so long! While I read a lot of Maribat I’m not very familiar with how they are in canon so I’m not 100% sure if I got this right! I also kinda ran out of insperation near the end so if it feels rushed that’s why. :)

Story:

A bug amoung the bats.

To the staff of the plane, the girl sitting in the window seat just in front of the right wing was quiet and withdrawn.  To her family, she was untrustworthy and a risk to their livelihood.  To those who she used to think of as friends, she was a backstabber and a liar who hid her bullying tendencies behind an innocent face.

The truth was she was none of those things.  Her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng and what she was, was beyond angry.  

She had arrived home after the battle with Miracle Queen only to find her bags sitting for her by the door. Her parents had given her two hours to box up everything she deemed worthy of being sent to her new home as well as any trinkets she might want to take with her in her hand luggage before they had handed her a bus pass, a one-way plane ticket, a letter to her new guardians and told her they could no longer risk having her under their roof so they were sending her to Gotham to be with a family there that could hopefully get her back onto the ‘right path’.

A soft sigh escaped Marinette as she stared unseeingly out the small window.  Slowly a tear rolled down her cheek before she angrily swiped it away.  As if she didn’t have enough to deal with, she thought angrily.  Now she would have to hide the fact that she was Ladybug as well as the newly christened High Guardian of the Miraculous from people she didn’t know.  Who knew how well that would go.  

Another tear escaped her eyes as she thought about how she had been betrayed.  Looking back, she wished she had told Adrien that Lila had threatened her in the bathroom that day.  Or that she hadn’t blindly believed him when he’d said that she would out herself if they took the high road.  She wished she hadn’t tried to deal with everything by herself instead of telling her parents before Lila had gotten to them.  But most of all she wished that her trust in adults hadn’t been completely destroyed by it all.

Now she was alone and heading to a country she had limited knowledge of, where they spoke a language she wasn’t confident in speaking (although she understood more than she could say) and to a city that had more villains than Paris.

By the time her plane landed in Gotham airport, Marinette had a new mask in place.  She refused to let herself be hurt again and if that meant that she had to hide her true nature, so be it.  From now on, the world would see the ice queen she needed to be even if she wasn’t sure how to be one yet. The seatbelt sign flickered off as the captain announced the time and weather conditions before wishing them well as they disembarked.  Marinette took her time gathering all her things and making sure she had everything she might need, to hand.  

The letter from her parents sat in the front pocket of her bag like lead.  The miracle box was in the main compartment of said bag next to a blank sketchbook and a few odds and ends.  She had been too upset to design during the flight. 

Reluctantly, Marinette disembarked the plane and retrieved her bags from baggage claim.  Once she had everything she scanned the waiting crowd for whoever was meant to be fetching her.  Spotting her name on a card being held by a distinguished older gentleman she slowly made her way over to him, trying not to drag her feet despite waiting to.

“Sorry to keep you waiting sir.  I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” Marinette introduced herself in stilted high-school english, emotions locked behind a blank mask that would make an assassin proud.

“Oh God, it’s another Demon Spawn,” the man’s companion muttered.  She flicked her eyes over him.  Where the man holding the card was wearing a formal suit and looked neat and representable, the one who had just spoken looked like a biker.  A scuffed brown leather jacket hung open over a black muscle t-shirt.  Ratty jeans held up by an equally scuffed belt covered his legs.  The bottom of said jeans were tucked into well worn combat boots while a white steak in his hair added to the ‘dangerous’ vibe rolling off of him.

Marinette returned her attention to the older gentleman.

“My name is Alfred Pennyworth, Miss Dupain-Cheng.  Welcome to Gotham.  Please ignore Jason, he tends to act before he thinks.” His voice was cultured, Marinette noticed even as she nodded.  When he indicated that she was to follow him, she tightened her grip on her bag  and the luggage trolley and did so silently. 

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Jason watched his new sibling closely.  Her face was guarded but her body language screamed that she had been hurt and badly so.  Her stiff posture reminded him of Damian despite her being closer to Tim’s age.  The strange thing was that as far as Jason could see the stiffness seemed to be more of a defence mechanism rather than her true personality.  He sighed, what was it with his family always attracting those that were damaged to the point where they hid?  And why was it that both of Bruce’s biological children were the worst damaged?  Did the universe hate Bruce that much?

Although Jason didn’t know it, Alfred was thinking along the same lines.  

The trip to the mansion passed in relative silence as Marinette pulled out a cell phone and quickly started messaging all of the people that had requested commissions to explain that their orders would be delayed.  Her parents didn’t know about this phone, nor did they know about the fact that Marinette was a very successful designer with an exclusive customer base. They didn’t even know about Edna Mode mentoring her whenever the designer for the heroes had time. They thought she was still trying to get a foot in the door of the industry.  It didn’t help Lila had claimed Marinette was trying to use Adrien as a way to get to his father either.

By the time the trio reached Wayne Manor she had caught up completely.  She had also managed to further freak Jason out with how quiet she was.  As far as he knew teenaged girls were ever this quiet even when they were on their phones.  From what he remembered, girls talked non-stop no matter what.  Well most girls, Cass seemed to be the exception and now, so did Marinette.

The meeting with the rest of the family was just as icily polite as the one she had given at the airport.  All she did was hand an envelope to Bruce before saying she was tired and retreating to the room Alfred obligingly led her to.  Jason turned his attention to Bruce, who had made a strangled sound.

“B?”

“She doesn’t know…” was the choked reply.

“What?” Dick queried in confusion.

“Marinette.  She doesn’t know she’s my daughter.  Sabine never told her.”

“Holy…” Jason breathed while Damian froze.  

Damian had been willing to hate her just because Marinette had a better claim on Bruce due to being older than him but how could he hate her now?  She didn’t know she was Bruce’s daughter at all!

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Over the next three months the bat family discovered very little about Marinette.  She hadn’t reacted as they had expected to the news that she was Bruce’s daughter at all.  Instead of bouncing off the ceiling in excitement she had become even more withdrawn, appearing only for meals and to attend school as was required. 

All of the boys had tried to get closer to her but had been rebuffed which had just added to their frustration too.  Eventually Tim had turned to his hacking skills and what he had found had left him in a cold fury.

“Tim?” Dick asked cautiously.

“Is everyone here?” Tim’s voice was noticeably trembling as he spoke.

“Yes,” Bruce grunted.  He was just as frustrated as his sons.

“Spill already, Replacement,” Jason snorted.

“Right, well apparently our sister wasn’t always this cold.  Judging from the records I’ve  been able to get my hands on she used to be a virtual ball of sunshine.  She was class president, she helped at the bakery, did charity work and bent over backwards from all those she considered to be her friends.  I’m not sure what changed though.  It looks like it was almost overnight that all her ‘friends’ started targeting her over social media, she was expelled but that got repealed fairly quickly, and suddenly she was the class parier.  It doesn’t make sense.”  Tim sighed as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

There was silence for a while before Damian growled and stalked out of the room.  Dick shared a look with the others before running after him.

“What are you planning?”

“Just to get some answers, Greyson.”

The two soon found themselves at the door that led to Marinette’s room and Damian raised his hand to knock.  A sound made him pause, it was almost like a…

“No way, did she just laugh?” Dick breathed.  Soon both boys had their ears pressed against the door.

“Look, Uncle J, I get you want to send Fang after the little bitch but that would just give him indigestion.” Marinette was saying which made the two eve’s droppers eyes widen.  Uncle J? Fang? And did she really just swear?

“Yeah, I know you are angry but really what more could be done?  I tried exposing her lies.  I tried warning the class.  Heck I even tried taking the high road but in the end she won.  I’m now in Gotham and none of those that I trusted to support me are here.  I never thought Tom and Sabine would fall for her lies!  They know I have multiple sketch books and that one of them is inspiration only.  They know the books are colour coded.  So why would they even think I’d copy someone else’s ideas!”  Marinette’s voice was raw with pain and defeat as she spoke which stunned the boys. 

There was a pause as Marinette listened to whoever was on the other end of the call then they heard a loud sigh.

“Do what you feel is best Uncle J.  I just don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive them.  Tom and Sabine raised me yet they still turned on me and sent me away.  I grew up with most of the people in my class yet they still believed that I could bully someone. They turned on me so quickly I almost got whiplash from it.  If that’s the thanks I get for trying to protect them, for trying to make sure they don’t fail to reach their dreams, then I wash my hands of them.  Doesn’t stop it from hurting though.”

Dick and Damian shared a look.  Marinette was chatting away in French but thanks to them learning it they were still able to understand everything.  Slowly they straightened up and made their way back to the batcave to report what they had heard.

 * * * * * * * * * * * * * *  

Marinette closed her eyes as she thought about the last three months.  Bruce had enrolled her in Gotham Academy and she was working as hard as she always did to make sure her grades were as high as possible.  She was pretty sure the whole school thought she was a total snob what with her ice cold attitude to most things but she didn’t care.  The only ones she showed her true self to these days were Edna, Jagged and the clients she had amassed before leaving France, the Kwami’s and her online Boyfriend Roy. 

She had met Roy by chance after attending a masked ball with Edna almost a year after she had started being mentored by the pint sized designer. Roy had tried to wriggle out of having to attend any future balls by behaving badly but Marinette had derailed his plan when she had simply grabbed his ear and told him to either quit his behaviour or she’d deal with him. He had tried to fight back but had found himself hogtied in a measuring tape. Once he had calmed down and Marinette had repaired the rips in his blazer the two had discovered they had a fair bit in common and they hadn’t stopped talking since.

When Jagged had called her to check on her she had decided to give him the full, unedited story. While he hadn’t been impressed he understood where she was coming from. Why should she have to keep fighting to help others when they wouldn’t do the same for her? Marinette flopped backwards on her bed as she thought about everything she’d learned. Bruce being her father had been a shock but it did explain why she had blue eyes. She didn’t care though. The family the man had built showed her he cared about family more than wealth so why hadn’t she known about him beforehand? Why had her mother sent her to him as a punishment? 

A knock at the door had her sitting up and making herself look presentable in a hurry.

“Come in.”

“Marinette? Can we talk for a bit?” Bruce asked her cautiously.

“Sure.” Marinette kept her mask of cold, indifference in place as she replied. “What can I help you with?”

“I know coming here and finding out I am your father was a shock but I was wondering if you could tell me about what happened for you to be sent here in the first place? I will understand if you don’t want to but I want you to know I’m here for you if you do.” Bruce said carefully. Marinette looked over Bruce’s shoulder and saw Tikki and Wayzz nodding incouringly at her. The kwami’s didn’t like how closed off Marinette had forced herself to be but had understood.

“Will I have to change again if I do tell you?” 

“Not change per say, maybe just drop the mask around the family a bit. As much as you are comfortable with anyway.”

Marinette studied Bruce for a moment before making up her mind. She’d tell him about the school issues but there was no way he’d be finding out she was Ladybug anytime soon. Secret identities and all that cam first. 

[magic5ball]

Nature Trail to Hell: Epilogue

Epilogue (Or should I say, EPIC-LOGUE!)

If you can believe it, camp actually got better after that. Heck, I’d ever go as far as to say it was half- decent! Now that I’d been through my crazy adventure, most of the stuff I dreaded before didn’t bug me so much (except singing in front of the mess hall. Those moments will haunt me forever.) Now, the days were filled with canoeing, fishing, and roasting marshmallows around the campfire. For the other campers, at least. Hobag put us right to work making amends for all the damage we’d done, shoveling snow and putting cabins back together log by log. We got to build a campfire, at least, but this one was made from all the evidence of Bob-Sardoth’s horrible reign. 

Why she let us do the funner stuff after everything we did was anybody’s guess. Maybe Bob-Sardoth had scrambled her brain a bit. 

           Still, that didn’t mean there were a few surprises left in store. For one, singing the chaunt of Bob-Sardoth, even if only partway through, did some odd things to my body. My teeth were sharp triangles, and where my bog toes used to be, I now had the sharp sickle claw of a deinonychus. Yeah, my parents would probably be freaked out, but it was nothing puberty couldn’t explain. 

But my favorite had to be when one day, I was picking up oars on the lakeshore, when who did I see paddling through the water but my old pal Bokrug!

“Dude! Where you been?!” I screamed, the waterfowl making his way to the shore.

Turned out, he’d retired from the whole LARP geese gig and had his bones transferred over to the lake. He’d also had a talk with Hoebag, suggesting  that, maybe, just maybe, we didn’t have to spend half an hour singing in front of that stupid mess hall! And you ever happen to come across Camp Sham today, you can probably find him still there, dabbing for algae in the lake. Also, tell him I said hi. Its’ been awhile.

As for the sponge dinosaurs, I have no idea where they ran off to. Maybe they froze to death, though I’ve heard some of the campers never behaved quite right after returning home. Started roaming in heards and eating five times their weight in lettuce every day. 

And Hilda…

           Since our talk with Hobag, Shatner and I had kinda been avoiding her, even after our big heart-to-heart. Didn’t help we were in charge of cleaning up the mess made by Bob-Sardoth’s reign, so the more akward parts of our relationship were always fresh in the mind.

That being said, I did see her exactly one more time before the summer ended. It was the last day of camp and that dreaded blooper reel was playing on the projector, which had amazingly survived the gulag days. Not too keen on seeing my folks and spawn of Satan little brother laugh their butt off at my expense, I’d slunk off to that hard, concrete, chlorine scented cell that was the camp bathroom. There, wondering what creepy crawlies might be going about the unclean ground, I heard a voice in the neighboring stall.

“Hey, Wonky Watt.”

It was a good five seconds before I made my reply.

“Hi, Hilda.”

“Now, I-I know I’ve said this before, but I’m sorry. And goodbye.”

My heart clenched. Yeah, Hilda had done some dumb crap, but hadn’t we all, during that crazy summer?

“Goodbye, too, I guess. Where are you going, now that this dumb camp is over, anyway?”

“Well, I’m no longer chained to Bob-Sardoth, and I have no idea what I’m supposed to do without him always being on my case. Can’t go to school, being a space fart and all that.”

“Lucky. School sucks.”

“And maybe one day you’ll see how amazing it is you get an education at all. As for me, I gotta figure myself out. Probably someplace far away from here.”

“New Jersey?”

“I was thinking Jupiter.”

“How are you gonna get there?”

“I’ll walk.”

I shrugged. Made about as much sense as anything else that summer.

“And what about you? What’s your big plan?”

“Video games.”

“Knew it.”

For a spell we sat there in silence, not quite sure what to say. She broke the ice.

“How’s Shatner?”

“Still angry I left him for the tigers.”

“Figures.”

Now, the Shatster and I became friends again eventually, but for the time being, he wasn’t too keen on talking to me.

“Well, I guess this is it. Have a good rest of your summer.” She said.

“Have a good summer.” I replied.

And that was that.

Well, not quite. Before she left, I snuck back to my parent’s car, where my reward for good behavior, the one, the only, the Nintendo DS lay waiting. Returning to the bathroom, I split that thing right down the middle!

Well, Hilda did. My arms were too weak.

“Here. I know things are weird now, but maybe we’ll get over this when we’re old. And when that happens, we can play together!”

Hilda just stared at the gift I’d given her. Probably shocked I gave her the lower half of the DS, which as any kid knows is the best part.

Then she started laughing, and kept laughing until I figured her lungs might jump out her throat.

You ever heard a sentient fart laugh? Like a big bang of electric joy on a Ferris wheel. Something that feels like forever, but is gone in an instant. 

Kinda like the summer, really.

“See you too, Watterson!”

One puff of smelly, smelly smoke later, Hilda was gone.

It was weird. Barely knew the girl, yet something clenched in my heart on seeing her go. Something that made me stay in the bathroom for hours, staring up at moths beating their heads against the flickering light above, until a counselor barged in looking for me.

           I guess it’s’ time I told you a little truth about Hilda: that’s not her actual name. I forgot it awhile back; Hilda is just what I remember it sounding like. Yet every now and then, I’ll be sitting in my room, or riding my bike, and I’ll wonder what she’s up to, going to Jupiter and all that.

Barely even noticed when Mom pulled me to the car. I just stared out the back window as camp shrunk into a little dot on the horizon. Funny thing is, only as that wretched gulag sank out of sight over the horizon did it strike me I’d probably never see the place again. That all my crazy adventures over the summer would be forever be buried at there, never to return. Or would they? Because maybe camp wasn’t just singing outside the mess hall, or arts and crafts, or mosquito bites. Maybe it was the memories you made going through Hell with other people your age, memories that lasted long after the Salisbury Steak was chained back to its frozen tomb in the basement. Maybe people spent too much time chasing the DS at the end of the rainbow and forgot the friends right in front of them until it was too late.

Woulda made me right sappy, until I realized that there was a valuable lesson about friendship. 

The exact kind of thing Hoebag woulda wanted me to learn.

I got real red in the face right then and there, let me tell ya!

That stupid bi-!

                                                     THE END!

(To all of you who’ve read this far, thank you. Nature Trail to Hell has been a passion project I’ve worked on on and off since 2017, and while this might not be the last draft, knowing people stuck with this to the end makes me really happy. That being said, this is not the last we’ve heard of Watterson Tostig and Friends, or even this story. Expect some more stuff coming in the future!)

[svpernatvralis]

FENISHA LAVELLE is a 105 year old cis female vampire. people say they have a striking resemblance to camila mendes. they work as a dancer at delirium nightclub and are part of the conclave ( vampire capo ). people say they’re really ambitious, dauntless, & vehement, but unfortunately also calculating, guileful, & impetuous. why are they in invictus? well, they crave power.

henlo it me again! i hope u guys aren’t sick of me yet bc here’s my final ( for now, at least ) bb! say hello to my boss-ass bish gal fen! she’s sassy, classy and a lil badassy. she’s a rather feisty, fiery, ball of rage and anger who cba with ur bullshit tbh n she’ll tell u this too if u piss her off enough! she’s lowkey cutthroat and always out for number one, aka: herself. but, i mean, she does have some redeeming qualities and her hair is bomb af so that makes up for it all really, doesn’t it? basically that meme: ‘ she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’ll punch you in the face. ’

fundamentals.

name. fenisha isolde lavelle.

age. 105, but appears around 23.

d.o.b. january 27th.

gender. cisgender female.

pronouns. she / her.

orientation. bisexual.

affiliation. the conclave.

rank. vampire capo.

job. dancer at delirium nightclub.

connections.

adoptive mother. monica lavelle. †

adoptive father. edward lavelle. †

adoptive siblings. lola, erik, & alec lavelle. †

significant other. n/a.

child/ren. n/a.

pet/s. n/a.

proficiencies.

spoken languages. english, & spanish.

negative traits. capricious, ornery, impulsive, guileful, & caustic.

positive traits. ardent, whimsical, intrepid, graceful, & poised.

strengths. great analyst, abstract thinker, imaginative, original, enthusiastic, open-minded, objective, honest, & straightforward.

weaknesses. very private, withdrawn, insensitive, absent-minded, condescending, loathes rules and guidelines, & second guesses herself.

appearance.

eye colour. brown.

hair colour. dark brown.

height. five feet, two inches.

weight. 54 kg.

miscellaneous.

zodiac. aquarius.

element. water.

house. ravenclaw.

meyers briggs type. intp-t.

alignment. chaotic neutral.

enneagram. type three.

temperament. choleric.

intelligence type. intra-personal.

the basics.

FENISHA ISOLDE LAVELLE     —     one hundred and five, vampire, dancer at delirium nightclub, + vampire capo for the conclave !

possible triggers   :   child abandonment, foster system, adoption, cancer, death, huntington’s disease, substance abuse, alcohol, violence, gore, blood, murder.

tl;dr.     ok so for this gal, let's all give a big, warm welcome to sadness ( no, i was in no way at all inspired by salem from sabrina for that line ) bc boy oh boy, her life has been constant grief and pain, tbh. strap in for the bumpy ride, i'll give u cookies for compensation. OK SO, fenisha was abandoned as a baby, never did—and still doesn't—know her biological parents and she doesn't want to either, tbh. she bounced around from foster home to foster home until she was adopted by the lavelle family when she was eight. it was great! they were lovely people who made her feel at home. she loved them, they loved her back. in time, the older she grew, she began to resent the fact that her real parents weren't in the picture; believing she was always gonna be unloved and unwanted even tho the lavelle family did everything they could to make her feel the opposite. anywho, she fell in with the wrong crowd until she was sent off to an all-girls boarding school where she learned how to mellow herself a tad. but, here comes sadness again! at sixteen, her youngest adoptive sister passed away from cancer which made fenisha withdraw before, finally, acting out again. pressing the self-destruct button is this gal's speciality. did the pain stop? NOPE bc a year later her adoptive father passed away from huntington's disease. this time, she tried to bury her sadness, repress it and move on. for the most part, it worked. but still, she found herself gravitating towards her vices—things and people she knew were no good for her. drink, drugs, people, you name it. quickly, she realised that these things were no longer any good at keeping her dark side at bay: she needed something more, something deeper. thus, she began going down the road of petty crimes—stealing cars, smashing windows, theft, setting fires both metaphorically and literally. due to this lifestyle, she wound up entangled with some real shady folk who did ... even shadier things. most specifically, she started dating a real jackass who was violent and truthfully, a horrible person, really. fast forward a year or so and things took a swift nosedive when her lowlife boyfriend’s hands were round her throat and not in the kinky way. while she’d clawed at him and tried to fight him off, she struggled against his weight and strength until, eventually, all she could recall was waking up with a searing headache: the lights and noises just too much to handle. it wasn’t until she’d lost control to overwhelming bloodlust that she realised the truth: her boyfriend had turned her into a vampire. naturally, at first, she was horrified and it took her a hella long time to adjust but once she had, she kind of relished in her new life. once she got a grip on her nature, she joined the conclave and climbed the ranks where she now rests as a capo. all in all, she kind of digs who she is and what she is: after everything she's been through, she loves herself. it's been a long and winding road but fenisha finally believes that she's settled in her life now even if she is an overachiever who invests way more time in her job than she should. oop. tho she still refuses to let people in, her abandonment issues terrifying her to the degree that she feels that anybody she'd ever let into her life would eventually leave her in the end. *insert sad face emoji here.*

random extras.

nicknames: fen, nish, nisha ... spawn of satan   >:-) 

she loves art in every form: paintings, sculptures, music, dance, people, etc. she loves the freedom that expressing herself through these mediums gives her.

she’s ... experimental. she’s experimented with just about everything: hairstyles, clothing, drink, drugs, people ...

can be hella calculating and vindictive so do not cross her.

quite power hungry tbh.

she does have a shot at redemption but she doesn’t want it lmao. 

she’s already been to hell so why bother trying to right her wrongs?

and boy, are her wrongs a century long list shkjsh.

high key is not above killing people who don’t do things her way.

doesn’t believe she’s capable of loving anyone.

she’s lowkey a perfectionist to the point of being ruthless, also cutthroat and egotistical.

if ya ain’t of use to her, then what the heck is ur purpose???

she can be ... aggressive sometimes and most definitely has anger issues.

dry sense of humour one million percent.she can drink any man under the table.

smol but fierce.

absolutely adores animals. 

much prefers them to humans.

she’s quite adventurous and loves to feel the adrenaline in her body.

a bit meddlesome and a troublemaker.

always up for a good time.

outspoken and quick-witted with a sharp tongue.

is a tad theatrical.

really, she does what she wants to, when she wants to, without seeking the approval of others.

[fvlminare]

✗✗✗   you see [ camille rivas ] around lately? yeah i heard that the [ cis female ] is up to no good. [ she / her ] has been here for [ three years ] now but they’re still pretty [ calculating ] which is fine because they’re also [ ardent ] so it balances out. the [ twenty-six ] year old [ dancer at mayhem ] actually looks like a lot like [ sofia carson ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ the rush of cocaine in her veins & a vice grip on her throat ]. 

henlo it me again! i hope u guys aren’t sick of me yet bc here’s my other bb! say hello to my boss-ass bish gal camile! she’s sassy, classy and a lil badassy. she’s a rather feisty, fiery, ball of rage and anger who cba with ur bullshit tbh n she’ll tell u this too if u piss her off enough! she’s lowkey cutthroat and always out for number one, aka: herself. but, i mean, she does have some redeeming qualities and her hair is bomb af so that makes up for it all really, doesn’t it? basically that meme: ‘ she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’ll punch you in the face. ’ anywho, you know the drill, slap a lil luv on this n i’ll come pester u for all the good stuff : - ) 

fundamentals.

CAMILLE ALARA RIVAS     —     twenty-six, dancer at mayhem,   +   an honest-to-god vixen   /   hellcat   /   lil demoness ! 

aesthetics   ➤   dresses of black lace and red velvet, the scent of chanel perfume lingering in the air as she floats past, blood-red fingertips coiled around the pistol grip of a gun, red-bottomed heels clicking against marble floors, rose gold highlighter shimmering along the height of prominent cheekbones, satin dresses draped over a svelte frame that is shrouded in an air of mystery and intrigue, baby pink roses in a vase on the window sill, deft fingers stained with charcoal and oil paint, the melodic chime of piano keys, delicate digits adorned with moonstone gem rings, a coy smile spread across full crimson lips, long raven locks blowing in the cool breeze of a summer’s evening, battered books with dog-eared pages, a sense of freedom and carelessness when dancing for fun, & a sense of allurement and captivation when dancing for work.

nicknames. cam, cami, mil, millie, spawn of satan >:~)

date of birth. april tenth.

gender. cis female.

pronouns. she + her.

birthplace. manhattan, new york.

orientation. pansexual + demiromantic.

education. bachelor of dance degree obtained from nyu tisch school of the arts.

spoken languages. can speak fluent english, spanish, & latin.

negative traits. capricious, ornery, impulsive, guileful, caustic, brusque, obstinate, destructive, deceptive, & promiscuous.

positive traits. ardent, whimsical, intrepid, graceful, poised, elegant, headstrong, observant, independent, & confident.

strengths. optimistic, energetic, creative, practical, spontaneous, rational, knows how to prioritise, great in a crisis, & relaxed.

weaknesses. stubborn, insensitive, private, reserved, easily bored, dislikes commitment, & has a rather risky behaviour.

talents. ballet, knife throwing, hand-to-hand combat, horse riding, figure skating, piano, violin, painting, singing, & dancing.

physiology. hazel eyes. dark brown hair. five feet, four inches tall. of a petite, slender stature with subtle curves and long hair. has a long silvery scar on her back. her skin is clean of any tattoos. has both earlobes pierced. requires glasses but wears contacts most days. is right-handed.

psychology. aries zodiac. fire element. ravenclaw house. istp-a. true neutral. type seven enneagram. choleric temperament. intra-personal intelligence type. addicted to alcohol, tobacco, and cannabis. suffers from addiction and abandonment issues. her vices are lust, greed and wrath. her virtues are ... ( again ) honestly, probably just diligence tbh.

background.

possible triggers   :   child abandonment, abandonment issues, foster homes, alcohol, drugs, violence, gore, blood, murder, & death.

a synopsis.   ok so for this gal, let’s all give a big, warm welcome to sadness ( no, i was in no way at all inspired by salem from sabrina for that line ) bc boy oh boy, her life has been constant grief and pain, tbh. strap in for the bumpy ride, i’ll give u cookies for compensation. OK SO, camille was abandoned as a baby, never did—and still doesn't—know her biological parents and she doesn’t want to either, tbh. she bounced around from foster home to foster home, never sticking in one place for too long. given her turbulent upbringing, she was somewhat of a difficult child. too boisterous, too unruly, too stubborn, too inquisitive. too much of everything but never enough of anything. never enough for anybody to want her. it didn’t take the girl too long to figure out that it was just her alone, against the big bad world. from the age that she was old enough to realise it, camille knew that she had to fend for herself—that she could never truly rely on a single soul but herself. the hollowness inside her chest never quite satiated, leaving her empty and only too well aware of the lack of her real parental figures. as a young adolescent, this started to crawl under her skin and mess with her mind. it rendered her void of affection and unable to form genuine bonds with others—filling her with deep-rooted resentment that festered beneath the surface of the indifferent demeanour she plastered over herself every day. she always felt starved of love: as if some integral part of her heart was missing, leaving a gaping void that nobody could ever fill. anywho, she fell in with the wrong crowd which did little to aid her foster families hostility toward her. truthfully, most of her experiences in various homes were ... not pleasant. she’d encountered abusive ‘parents,’ horrible ‘siblings,’ and even worse schooling days. pressing the self-destruct button is this gal’s speciality thus she found herself gravitating towards her vices: things and people she knew were no good for her. drink, drugs, people, you name it. quickly, she realised that these things were no longer any good at keeping her dark side at bay: she needed something more, something deeper. thus, she began going down the road of petty crimes—stealing cars, smashing windows, theft, setting fires both metaphorically and literally. due to this lifestyle, she wound up entangled with some real shady folk who did … even shadier things. most specifically, she started dating a real jackass who was violent and truthfully, a horrible person, really. stupidly, she decided to run off into the metaphorical sunset with him * insert eye roll emoji here. * so, fast forward a year or so and things took a swift nosedive when her lowlife boyfriend’s hands were round her throat and not in the kinky way. while she’d clawed at him and tried to fight him off, she struggled against his weight and strength until, eventually, she lifted the first makeshift weapon she felt: a rusted pair of scissors. [ TRIGGER FOR VIOLENCE, GORE, BLOOD, MURDER, DEATH ] and, in a blind state of panic, she jammed them right into his jugular vein, his blood squirting out and decorating her face in crimson splatters. he’d stumbled backwards, clutched onto his neck, blood spurting from the webs between his fingers. naturally, camille was shook about this but somehow managed to flee the scene with less guilt rattling her soul than she’d imagined. [ TRIGGER OVER ] in her mind, it was an act of self defence. it wasn’t too long after the incident that she found herself in a rather perilous situation that resulted in her sudden realisation that she needed to get her damn life on track. therefore, she done the responsible adult thing and got herself a decent education. somehow, she managed to get into university where her life started to shape into a positive one—the kind she’d always dreamed of. once she graduated, camille decided that she wanted to see the world. following a couple of years travelling, she wound up in santa ysabel where she quickly fell into the employment of mayhem. admittedly, this was a far cry from the future she’d envisioned when she was just a sweet, innocent lil child. still, all in all, she kind of digs who she is and what she is: after everything she’s been through, she loves herself. it’s been a long and winding road but camille finally believes that she’s settled in her life now. tho she still refuses to let people in, her abandonment issues terrifying her to the degree that she feels that anybody she’d ever let into her life would eventually leave her in the end. * insert sad face emoji here. *

random extras.

her tell? playing with her hair: when she’s lying, nervous, flirting—you name it!

can drink any man under the table. 

she loves art in every form: paintings, sculptures, music, dance, people, etc. she loves the freedom that expressing herself through these mediums gives her.

she’s ... experimental. she’s experimented with just about everything: hairstyles, clothing, drink, drugs, people ...

can be hella calculating and vindictive so do not cross her.

quite power-hungry tbh.

she does have a shot at redemption but she doesn’t want it lmao. she’s already been to hell so why bother trying to right her wrongs?

and boy, are her wrongs a century-long list shkjsh.

high key is not above killing people who don’t do things her way.

doesn’t believe she’s capable of loving anyone.

she’s lowkey a perfectionist to the point of being ruthless, also cutthroat and egotistical.

if ya ain’t of use to her, then what the heck is ur purpose???

she’s v ambitious, v morally ambiguous, v self-serving and v self-involved.

she can be ... aggressive sometimes and most definitely has anger issues.

dry sense of humour one million per cent.

her signature look is her blood-red lips.

extremely skilled with knives and blades. and always carries one on her person at all times.

her most prized possession is her brushed chrome zippo lighter. it has her initials engraved into it and where she got it from, or who is something she’ll never tell.

always says she needs to quit smoking but never does and probably never will either.

did someone say ... resting bitch face???

tho when she smiles it’s like sunshine uwu

high key will sleep with anyone.

first place is the ONLY acceptable place, ok??? 

one of those people who just excels at everything she tries her hand at.

absolutely adores animals. much prefers them to humans.

she’s quite adventurous and loves to feel the adrenaline in her blood.

doesn’t take herself or her life too seriously.

always up for a good time and is usually the life of the party.

outspoken and quick-witted with a sharp tongue.

much too sassy and sarcastic for her own good.

really, she does what she wants to, when she wants to, without seeking the approval of others.

truthfully? she’s a bit of a spitfire if you really irk her. so, watch out.

you can find a pinterest board for her by clicking anywhere here.

[no-te-lo-voy-a-dar]

Sibling Jealousy - Chapter 1

Fic’s Summary: Reader has known the Winchesters for a long time, almost two years before Cas entered their lives. After that, since Reader was the only one actually teaching the angel about humanity customs and stuff like that, properly, they developed a closer relationship, on the parent-kid way. But it was never verbally acknowledged. Now, with Lucifer’s child on the way, life stabs some sense and realizations onto Reader, but there’s no time for feelings in this house.

Author’s Note: This is mainly a fic with the purpose of developing a family relationship with the characters, of mutual support, and I don’t plan on adding romance for Reader, because that’s not my final goal.

Pairings(?): Castiel/Reader (Parental like), Jack Kline/Reader (Platonic/Sibling like), Dean and Sam Winchester/Reader (Platonic/Friends)

Warnings: Usual canon violence and conflicts, as well as injuries and blood mentions, emotional struggles such as feeling unloved, like an outcast, low self-esteem issues and if you think something else should be mentioned let me know.

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Chapter’s Author’s Note: This is the beginning of the fic I was talking about a couple of days ago, I do plan on finishing this, but really, this is mainly a vent fic, something I found myself in need for...I have other unfinished projects but it’s so hard for me to focus on one story when I have so many fandoms and...anyway, hope you enjoy this. This starts on season 12 and will move forward to season 13 (the one I’m currently catching on).

Chapter One: I shall name you, sibling.

Word Count: 1,351

When Dean and Sam tracked Cas and Kelly, the three of you were quick to jump into the Impala and drive there. They told you to stay on the car and keep watch, and you didn’t even fought them, it was what you usually did when you went on hunts with them. It gave them the feeling they were taking care of you.

When they got out and started fighting over the two options (going to The Sandbox or back to the Bunker and try the Grace extraction thing) you were just relieved to see Castiel was fine, and grimaced a little at how pregnant Kelly already looked.

The Winchesters sent Cas and Kelly to the Impala, and you opened the locks from the inside so they could get in, but while you were doing so, Dean threw the keys at the angel. Cas opened the door for Kelly first.

“Hey (Y/N). Good to see you.” said ‘Rosemary’ just as the angel closed the door.

“Nice to see you again, Mrs. Kline.” was your answer just as you moved aside so Cas could sit beside you on the back of Baby.

Just as you sent a smile towards Castiel as a greeting, you heard the pregnant woman chuckle.

“Please, just call me Kelly, otherwise I might start calling you ‘kiddo’ or whatever women with children calls people your age.” You cringed a little at that, because so far, everyone who called you kiddo ended up dead.

“Well, (Y/N) IS a kid.” You could see Castiel trying not to do the head tilt that earned him some teasing from Dean

“Please, don’t call me that, I don’t like what comes with it. And strictly speaking I'm  not a kid anymore.” Both of the ‘adults’ just nodded, and when silence dominated the car, the discussion the brothers were having outside was louder now.

You were still on guard mode so you were paying attention to the outside, looking mainly to the road side, and when you heard the Impala’s engine, you had no idea what to do.

Turns out, Kelly was set on going to The Sandbox because that’s what ‘the baby’ told her to do in order to stay safe, and that you were in there too. In a vision, apparently.

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You were looking behind both Cas and Kelly to protect them while they were talking to whom you understood was Joshua, but when the sound of explosion came you turned around and saw Dagon standing there.

You took Kelly’s hand and pulled her aside. You wanted to go to the Impala but she insisted on just stepping aside. Fine, it’s not like you wanted to live anyway.

Cas was getting beaten up and you didn’t want to, couldn't see him go in a puff of smoke, so you started shooting bullets at Dagon to distract her from the angel.

She of course threw you aside with her powers and started walking towards Kelly, but Castiel stood up again. While he was...fighting her again, you also stood up and unsheathed the angel blade you had on your thigh holder.

Of course, the slash you made on one of her arms just angered her more, and that earned you some hits, hard ones, but, lucky both of you, the Winchesters arrived at that moment, and while they were on the spotlight of her attention, you rushed (as much as your injuries and shocked body allowed you) to Kelly.

“Cas, I hope we are doing the right thing.” You said without taking your eyes from the Winchesters, your eyes widening when you saw Dagon had grabbed The Colt and started melting it.

“Me too (Y/N).” When he finished his answer, you felt a hand holding yours, and, much to your surprise, it was Kelly’s.

“Thank you, to both of you, for protecting me. Us. We are very grateful.”...was she saying goodbye?

Suddenly, you saw Dagon walking towards you and in your fear; you grabbed Kelly’s hand harder.

If this was how you went, well, at least it was an interesting story.

But, you started hearing a high pitched noise, and a warm heat embraced you. In your confusion you didn’t hear Castiel’s words, just saw Dagon combusting into flames, and how you felt...at peace? Even when the situation creeped the heck out of your back mind.

 As soon as it started it was over, and Sam and Dean were walking to you.

While Cas healed them and had a few words with them, Kelly had your attention again.

“You are a good and brave kid (Y/N)...”

“I’m not a kid, just, younger than you.”

“...and I think it would be good for him to have you around. You could teach him how to be a normal kid, well, as much as being a hunter kid allows you, and it will be a good relationship the one you both will forge.” It took you a couple of seconds to understand what she was implying.

“Wait what? You want me to be, what, his older sibling? I can barely take care of myself, and-” the blonde woman put a hand on your shoulder, and that stopped you from talking.

“When the time comes, I know you’ll do just fine. And he felt it too, that’s why I’m telling you.”

Honestly, you were at a simple step from shutdown. So the baby will be born, and apparently you were supposed to have a role in the spawn’s life?

“But you can’t come with us, (Y/N). I’m sorry” Castiel’s voice reminded you of how you were not, in fact, alone, and when you saw both Dean and Sam, knocked out on the floor, you took a step behind.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to to that to you, unless you want me to. Come, we need to pick a phone for you and I to keep contact.” Your head was spinning and you weren’t sure if it was because of the stuff going on or your injuries.

As if reading your thoughts, Cas turned to you and placed two fingers on your forehead, and you didn’t even had time to panic about being sent to sleep, when you felt all your injuries being healed.

You let a sigh of relief leave your lips and went to fetch a phone, and exchanged numbers with Castiel.

“If what the baby showed me is right, and what Kelly told you is her wish, we’ll need to exchange information every then and now.”

“And I guess no telling Sam and Dean?” when you looked at him, you saw the pleading in his eyes.

You didn’t like this, and a scoff left you.

“You know I don’t like being between you and them, I care for all of you, and me covering you up is getting harder every time.” Not to mention how every time it happened you wanted nothing but go with him. You always felt closer to the seraphim than the brothers anyway.

“I know, and I’m sorry, but I hope this doesn’t have to be an occurrence in the near future.” you were going to ask what he meant, but you saw yourself engulfed in a hug, which you decided to enjoy and reciprocate in the stronger embrace you could muster.

You separated and walked to Kelly.

“Just, treat him right, okay? He’s one of the kindest beings I’ve meet.” she nodded at your request and you went to sit near the unconscious Winchesters. When you were okay with your position, you looked up at Cas.

“Knock me up then, might as well keep up the cover.” You gave him a sad smile, while trying to remember as much as you could of him. In this line of work, and with how fate worked with you, you never were sure if you’ll saw each other again.

His eyes flashed you gratefulness and he gave you a smile that mirrored your own, and when you laid down, before the darkness embraced you, you were almost sure the thing sending you to sleep was a kiss on your forehead, not fingers.

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Damian Wayne x Reader: All I Ever Wanted (Part 1)

Soulmate AU where you can’t physically hurt your soulmate.

Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing. There is one F-Bomb. Angst, mentions of blood, mentions of killing. Basically, like a weak M-Rated movie.

Other: Reader is 16. Damian is 17-ish. I tried my best to make your ‘parents’ names as unique as possible. But if you know anyone with that name, just change it in your head.

Word count: 4,102 (dAmN). Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates: (Y/N): Your Name (H/C): Hair Colour / Color (E/C): Eye Colour / Color ** Truth be told, you did not expect to find your soulmate. You didn’t expect to see him in a million years, and you really didn’t mind. Growing up in a villainous family, soulmates were naturally looked down on. Your own parents weren’t even soulmates; they had murdered them the first chance they got. They forced you to follow in their footsteps, and really, you knew no better.

Your parents were psychopaths. Okay, even that was an understatement. Your parents murdered innocent people, messed up people’s lives, just to get what they want. Whether that be jewellery, money, weapons, or revenge, they were bound to get it. They would stop at nothing- nothing! - to get what they wanted.

By the time you were 16, your parents agreed that you would never find your soulmate. After all, for 15 years of your life, you had been hurting more people that you could count. You never needed to worry about the fact that they could be your soulmate. You were sure that it was never going to happen either way.

Half of you didn’t mind not having a soulmate. How were you going to tell them that you were a cold-hearted murderer? Not only that but how would your parents react if you brought him home? He would be dead within seconds.

But the other half of you wanted a soulmate. Somebody to hold you when you were weak, to wipe away every tear… ‘Get a grip, (Y/N),’ you had scolded yourself when you began thinking such foolishness, ‘what would mother and father say if they found out?’ You certainly didn’t need any reprimanding or punishments.

“(Y/N)!” You heard your mother bark from the other side of the house. “Come here!”

You ran as fast as your two legs could possibly carry you, standing straight as a pin when you found them. “Yes, Mother?”

“There is a heist. You will, of course, be joining with us. After all, it is in your blood.”

“Right,” you mumbled. “Will I be lookout again?”

“Of course you will,” Your father snapped at you. “You should be grateful that we are even taking you along. You still have a chance to meet that horrid… soulmate of yours.” He spat out the words like they were poison.

“I… of course. Thank you, Mother. Father.” You forced a small smile before leaving to your room. ** You sighed, playing with your throwing knives as you stood guard. Your job was simple- take down anyone who tries to ruin the operation. You were so busy day-dreaming; you almost didn’t notice the soft ‘whooshing’ sound from above. Keyword: almost. You looked up, only to see about an inch of fabric tuck away on top of the large metal crates.

“Bats and the Bird are here. We have to go. Now.” You said into your earpiece.

“Honestly, Spitfire. Hold them off. We are not leaving this port until we get those jewels!” Your father spat.

“But-”

“Do as your Father says!” You mother snapped, leaving no room for retaliation.

You grumbled slightly but complied. You climbed up the side of the crate, calling out to the vigilantes. “Oi, Batsy! We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.” You readied your stance.

Batman muttered something to Robin who nodded and brought his katana out. You rolled your eyes. “Hard way it is.”

Without warning, you threw your knife directly at him, expecting it to embed into his thick skull, when it disintegrated in red and black ash. Apparently, he and Batman were pretty shocked as well.

“Shit,” Robin swore, gaping.

“I am going to die,” you whispered, taking a step back.

“Spitfire, what is going on? Have you gotten rid of those pests?” Father demanded.

“I can’t hurt them.” You said as bravely as you possibly could.

“We trained you to be better than this!” Your mother’s voice shrilled.

“No, I mean, I really can’t hurt them.”

“That can’t be,” Your mother said in a dead whisper.

“Well, it happened. We have to go. Now.”

But it was already too late. Batman was already fighting your father, throwing multiple punches at him. Your mother was getting the smoke bomb ready for a quick escape by the time you managed to get to them. Robin was still trying to secure the area and get rid of the shocked feeling that his soulmate was a villain.

You ran to your father’s aid. Just because you couldn’t hurt the sidekick, doesn’t mean you can’t hurt the Bat himself. “Spitfire! Pyro! We’re leaving!”

And, with smoke pouring around you, you were gone. ** “I can’t believe this,” Damian muttered to himself, pacing the Bat Cave. He ran a hand through his jet black hair, scowling. “I won’t believe this.”

“There’s no point in denying, Demon,” Jason smirked, taking a bite of his apple. “You’re destined to be with that freak. Not that you aren’t.”

“Shut it, Jay,” Dick sighed. “This is pretty hard for Damian.”

“Come on, Todd! We weren’t this bad when we found out that your soulmate was that musician. I don’t know about you, but fate was pretty cruel on her,” Tim hummed, working on a case.

Damian huffed, sitting on his chair and spinning around on it. He typed a few words into his computer, muttering to himself. “Spitfire. Where have I heard that name…?” Multiple images showed up on the screen, his green eyes scanning each one. “(Y/N) Keynes.”

“How…” Dick began but Damian cut him off.

“She was in the League of Assassins. She was in the year below me, kidnapped at the age of 8.” He scoffed in disbelief, glaring at the screen, “she was no safer there than she is now.”

“What are you talking about?” Tim demanded.

“If the Leaders ever found out we were… you know…” he trailed off slightly but continued to speak. “One of us would have died. And because my mother was one of the Leaders, I would be spared.”

“Wait, so you’re saying…” Jason frowned.

Damian rolled his eyes. “TT, slow as ever, I see. She would have died, idiot.”

The man muttered under his breath. “I know that, demon spawn.” ** You looked at your feet as your parents discussed their next move. “You know I’m right here, right?”

“Not another word,” your father hissed. “You failed this mission.”

“It’s not a mission if the motive is bad!” You argued. Your father lunged at you in anger, but you swiftly dodged to the side. “I am not hurting him.”

“If you’re talking about that insolent Bird Boy-” Your mother began.

“Don’t talk about him like that!” You snapped, glaring.

“Don’t give me that tone, young lady! I might not be your biological mother-” She stopped short.

“What are you talking about?” You queried. “What do you mean that you’re not my real mother?”

“We stole you,” your father, no, Odium said with a scowl, giving up the secrets. “From an assassin’s camp. You were the strongest child. Well, apart from that wretched Al Ghul.”

“You will help us kill!” your not-so-mother, Saeva, yelled.

“Never!”

“That was what you were trained to do,” Odium snarled.

“I don’t care! I’m not going to help you kill him!” You yelled back.

“Just because you’re not going to kill, doesn’t mean we won’t.”

Odium lifted his gun and aimed. Your eyes widened and you bolted out of the apartment. You ran down the stairs as faced as you could, sliding down the railings when you could. You forced your way between people, pushing through as you heard Odium yell your name. You continued to run faster, ignoring the burning of your lungs, legs begging for you to stop. You felt around your shins, feeling slightly more secured as you knew that your throwing knives were still on you.

You ran deeper into the streets of Gotham, only stopping when you knew that the coast was clear. You let out a breath, feeling the pain coarse through your body. You whimpered as you felt blood drip from where you scratched yourself on a metal fence. You had to keep going, you told yourself. You have to run. But you couldn’t. Your body could only take so much. You tried desperately to keep your eyes open. The sun was still high in the sky, torturing you with its warm rays of light.

“Stay awake,” you murmured. “Don’t fall…” you were on your knees, feeling the sweat drip down your face.

The last thing you heard was people yelling. Someone had yelled, “That’s her!” but you were too tired and too pained to move.

You closed your eyes. ** By the time you had opened your eyes, your wounds were treated and you were panicking. You shot up on the hospital bed with a scream. “Where the heck am I?! Who the heck are you?! Why the heck am I here?!”

“Relax, (Y/N). You’re in the Bat Cave.” A person said.

“Who are you?!”

“And we spooked her. Nice one, Dick Face.” Another person said.

“Why does he have a gun?!” You demanded.

“You’re the one who spooked her,” another person said, taking a sip of his coffee.

You were silent for a minute before feeling for your knives. “Where did you put my knives?”

“They’re on that table,” ‘Dick Face’ said helpfully.

The man with a gun covered his face with his hands. “You’re not supposed to tell her!”

“Oh.”

A few moments of silence passed, only to be interrupted by a certain green-eyed boy entering the room. “So, she’s awake.”

Your head snapped to see the direction of his voice, cocking your head in confusion. “You’re… Damian Wayne. That means…” Your eyes trailed loosely over the other three men. “Dick Grayson, Jason Todd and Tim Drake.”

“Oh, so now she recognises us,” Jason scoffed, throwing his arms up in the air.

“Shut up, Todd,” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’ll tell Ari that you’re being rude again.”

“Sorry to intrude,” you cut said in the middle of their conversation, “but can I go now?”

“(Y/N).” The youngest boy looked at you. “Do you know who I am?”

“I… how do you know my name?”

“Facial recognition,” Tim said with a shrug.

“Right…” you looked at the four wearily. “I mean, you can’t really miss the fact that Bruce Wayne has a biological son, can you?” You let out a forced laugh. Damian deflated slightly. “TT, so you don’t know me.”

“I guess? I mean, unless you were at some League of Assassins meeting and your father did the do-do with your mother there,” you snorted. “What are the chances of that, am I right?” The four boys looked at each other and your jaw dropped to the floor. “For once, I do not want to be right.” ** You sighed, sitting in the room that Bruce Wayne gave you. Damian had explained everything to you; who he was, secret identities, the whole shebang. The room that they gave you was really quite beautiful. The bed was a super king-sized bed with royal blue sheets made with delicate silk. The desks and drawers were a beautiful mahogany with an endless shine, unscratched and flawless. The balcony outside gave an incredible view of the city; the sunset surely was beautiful that day. A bookshelf filled with famous books stood next to the window, basically begging for you to read one. You groaned, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.

Collapsing on the bed, you let out a huff of annoyance. You weren’t supposed to be thinking, especially not about him. His gorgeous emerald green eyes, his flooooofy jet black hair, his confidence… ‘stop it,’ you scolded yourself, scrunching your nose in distaste. ‘You barely even know him.’

A small knock on the door alerted you, and you let out a small, “who is it?” before sitting up.

“It’s just Alfred, my Lady.”

Silence.

“I brought food.”

That did it. “Come in!”

A metal trolley rolled its way into the room, Alfred pushing behind it. “You did not come to dinner.”

You looked away. “I couldn’t bring myself to.” You forced a chuckle. “It seems as if Damian doesn’t like me much.”

“Master Damian has lived most of his life without a soulmate. So have you,” Alfred said as he carefully placed dishes on the desk. “I believe you have the same problems.”

“Not exactly,” a small smile made its way onto your face. “I never really wanted to admit it, but I’ve always wanted a soulmate. I just thought that I would never find them.”

“I suppose Master Damian thinks that he doesn’t need one,” the butler shrugged. “Now, I must be off. I believe Master Bruce wanted me to supervise Master Jason and Master Tim’s sparring.”

“Right.”

Glancing at all the food that was on your desk, you bit into the steak. Dang, that stuff was good. After you had finished what you could (literally one steak and some mashed potato. Were they expecting you to eat all the broccoli?) you began to read Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens. Only managing to get through one chapter, the door was opened, revealing Damian himself.

“I see you have finished dinner.”

“I have. It was very kind of your father to let me stay,” you offered a smile.

“So when are you leaving?”

You looked up at him, surprised. “Leaving?”

“I assumed your stay was… temporary,” he shrugged. “Perhaps you could go to back to your parents.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” You demanded, glaring. “And my parents want me dead!”

Another shrug. “You’re no better here.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You challenged.

“You killed for longer than I have,” he pointed out. “At least I stopped.”

“Are you saying that only you can change your ways?” You scowled at him. “I didn’t ask for this.”

“You think I asked to be raised as a killer?”

“Do you think I asked for my parents to be psychopaths?” Your voice was beginning to rise as your (E/C) eyes flashed dangerously.

“I didn’t ask for you to be my soulmate! I was better off without one!” Damian scoffed at you. “You’re only going to slow me down.”

Your heart almost stopped. Tears began to prickle in your eyes and you furiously blinked them away. “My parents wanted me to help them kill you! They told me to help them, and that if I didn’t, they’ll kill me. They’ll kill me, Damian! They threatened me, threatened you, and do you know what I did? I defended you!” A teary laugh erupted out of your throat. “I defended you. I vowed to myself that I would protect you. I promised myself that if I died, at least you would be safe. I wanted you to be fucking safe. And this is where it gets me. You may not have asked to be the son of Batman. But I didn’t ask to be the soulmate of some idiotic, egotistical moron who doesn’t know who to shut his mouth.”

Just as Damian was about to blow his fuse, Dick’s voice ran through the halls. “Hey, Damian! B wants us to spar.”

The Arabian boy huffed. “I’ll be back.”

You rolled your eyes. “I count on it.” ** Two hours later, Damian returned from his training, somewhat exhausted. It was past nine o’clock and Damian was almost convinced that you were asleep. Still, he found himself wandering to your room. The door was slightly ajar and a chill crept up the boy’s spine.

He carefully pushed the door open, expecting you to be asleep on the bed when he realised that the room was exactly the same way as he had left it. The dishes on the desk were stacked neatly and the bed was still made. His attention snapped to the balcony. Its door was open and the white curtains flowed in the wind.

“No…” the word was almost soundless as Damian searched the room for clues. On the desk, there was a small note written in clear cursive writing.

‘Don’t look for me.’

“Shit.” ** “What do you mean she ran away?” Dick demanded. “What did you do?”

“That’s beside the point, Grayson,” Damian spat. “We need to find her before she gets herself killed.”

“(Y/N) was raised with assassins,” Tim pointed out, typing into the computer. “She should be able to handle herself.”

“Her parents are psychopaths. They want her dead,” Dick told him.

“Shame, I was starting to get used to her,” Jason hummed, sharpening his knives. “She was pretty cool. Sick aim as well. You’re lucky, Demon Brat.”

Damian looked away guiltily. It was his fault that you’re gone. “We need to find her.”

“We don’t have any information about her. We don’t know who her parents are, we don’t know where she lives, and we don’t know where she went.” Tim scowled. “Great. She messed up our tracker!”

“How does she do that?!”

“It was part of the training,” Damian huffed. “We had to be able to hack into any computer or gadget.”

“Well, what are we even supposed to do? We’re running on empty.” Jason rolled his eyes.

“Drake, can you access the security cameras of the Harbour? The one where we stopped (Y/N) and her parents from completing their heist.”

“Uh… I guess? But, Damian, what’s that supposed to-” Tim paused before gaping. “She’s there! With… with her parents! Well, the footage is from an hour ago, but there are clear images of their face.”

“Great, run facial recognition,” Dick said, suiting up. “We need to find them. And get that tracker working.” ** -An Hour Earlier-

“We should have known that you would run back to us,” Saeva cackled.

“Join us, Daughter. We can rid this world of those rotten soulmates.”

You began to walk to them, head hanging low. Just as you were within arm’s reach, your head snapped up and you swiped your knife at them, drawing blood from their arms. “Not if I could help it.”

“Fool!” Odium yelled, lunging for your arm. “You’re a traitor if you go with that pesky bird!”

“Better him than you,” You hissed. “He doesn’t kill innocent people to get what he wants.”

Letting out a cry, Saeva attacked. With her sword, she attempted to slash your skin. You jumped back, kicking her sword from her hands and catching it. The fight raged on, leaving you bruised and wounded. A trail of blood trickled from your lip as Odium punched you in the mouth. You growled, fighting back and flipping him over onto his back. All weapons were abandoned and you tried your best to keep up with the fight.

Before you could react, Saeva had an arm on your throat, muttering in your ear. “Surrender now, (Y/N), or face the consequences.

“Never,” You managed in a raspy voice.

“So be it.” ** “Sharp left here,” Time said through the intercom. “Take a right now.”

“Can this thing go any faster?” Damian demanded, adjusting his utility belt.

“This is the Bat-Mobile,” Dick rolled his eyes. “Of course it can.”

Jason let out a whistle, “Relax, Demon. We’ll save your girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Robin quipped. Red Hood scoffed. “Yeah, sure.”

“(Y/N)’s in there,” Dick cut in, parking the Batmobile beside the warehouse. “Be ready. They might be expecting us.”

The trio carefully tread into the warehouse, on guard for any traps or attacks. A rat’s small footsteps were heard from the railings above, squeaking quietly. Just as they made it to the centre of the warehouse, a loud bang was heard. The door had closed from behind them. In another second, the lights began to flicker, revealing you tied up to a chair, head lolled to the side.

Saeva and Odium walked into the room not even a second later, proud smirks on their faces.

“You,” Damian hissed, glowering at Saeva and Odium. “What have you done with (Y/N)?”

“That’s beside the point, Lover Boy,” Saeva, waved a hand dismissively. “You should be worried about what we’re going to do.”

“But your little girlfriend was the perfect bait,” Odium snickered. “You came running right to us. Oh and don’t think about trying to free her. No one can get in or out of that force field.”

Before long, punches were thrown, shots were fired and injuries were made. Nightwing and Red Robin were on the ground, bruised and battered. A trickle of blood made its way down Dick’s forehead, while Jason was tending to his dislocated arm. Saeva had been knocked unconscious and was wearing Batcuffs on her wrists. Odium, on the other hand, was a different story. He put up a much bigger fight and was doing a reasonable amount of damage to the others. Damian let out a cry before putting him in a headlock.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, boy,” the man spat before twisting his body around and breaking free. In a blink of an eye, he was standing upright, a gun pointed directly at you. “You wouldn’t want her to die, would you?”

“Let her go,” Damian snarled as dangerously as he could. “Leave her out of this! It’s me you want.”

“That’s so cliché isn’t it?” Odium snorted. “But you’re wrong. I want my daughter back. The girl who didn’t care if she had a soulmate or not. It’s your choice really. Give yourself to me, or watch her perish.”

“You’re bluffing!” Dick managed desperately, his grip tightening on his escrima stick. “No one can get into that force field.”

“I didn’t say nothing.”

“Take me, then,” Damian said slowly. “Just leave her alone.”

“Smart choice,” the corners of his lips twitched. “But not smart enough.”

Just as he was about to fire, Dick threw his escrima stick as hard as he could, hitting Odium in the back. Losing his aim, the bullet found its way into your shoulder. Letting out a scream, Damian unsheathed his sword, attacking Odium the best he could without killing him. The man didn’t even put up a fight. Before long, Dick had Odium on the ground unconscious, attaching Batcuffs around his wrists.

“I managed to hack into the system,” Tim’s voice echoes in Damian’s ears. “The force field is down.”

“(Y/N)!” Damian yelled, cutting through your bounds. Just managing to catch you as you fell, he began to panic. “Come on, wake up! (Y/N), wake up!”

“We need to get her back to the Cave,” Dick said softly, a hand on his bloodied arm. “Alfred can fix her up. Red is already in the Batmobile, securing her captors.”

“Right, of course. You better not pay attention to any of the road signs, Grayson, or I’ll kill you.” ** It has been almost a month since you were in a coma, and it was enough to drive Damian crazy. He visited you as often as he could (considering the fact that the Cave was in his basement, it would be safe to say that he probably didn’t leave) and he talked to you through your unconsciousness.

“(Y/N)… please wake up,” he mumbled, looking at your sleeping form. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was somewhat reassuring. At least you weren’t going to die.

Your eyes moved from underneath your eyelids and you forced your eyes to open. “Ugh, where am I?” you groaned, sitting up in an awkward position.

“You’re awake!” Was the first thing you heard. You looked around, only to see Damian with the biggest smile on his face.

“Sorry to disappoint,” you said with a lopsided grin.

“You’re going to be okay,” the boy promised. “You’re going to be okay. Father said you could keep the room you stayed in. Or you could move. He said it didn’t matter, but I was wondering if…” he trailed off.

You really liked where this is going. Peering at his emerald green eyes, you cocked your head in confusion. “If what?”

“If you… wanted the room next to mine?” A blush crept up his neck as he looked at you expectantly.

“This coming from the guy who didn’t want me as a soulmate,” you smirked at him. “Admit it, you like me.”

Damian looked away as blood rushed to his cheeks. “Shut up, idiot.”

You laughed. “I would love to have a room next to yours.”

The Arabian boy offered a smile at you, brushing a strand of (H/C) hair from your face. “I truly am sorry, (Y/N).”

“I know. I’m sorry if I wasn’t what you expected.”

“Beloved, you’re everything I ever wanted.”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 226: Oh Shit We’re Caught Up

Previously on BnHA: The still-captured Giran warned Re-Des that the League wasn’t going to give a shit about rescuing him, and reminded him that if the League sicced a Noumu on the Army they were as good as dead. But Re-Des was all “nah they don’t have any Noumus to sic at the moment” and give an annoyingly thorough summary of his deductive reasoning. Meanwhile in the town, Kizuki, a.k.a. the Rita Skeeter of BnHA, pestered Toga for an interview. She seemed to have done her research, too -- she knew Toga’s age, and that she ran away from home after graduating middle school. None of Toga’s friends or family saw it coming, apparently, and Kizuki -- whose quirk allows her to turn anything she touches into a bomb -- wanted to know the deal. She allowed Toga to suck up some of her subordinates’ blood, then promptly exploded it. She then asked Toga why she’d abandoned her normal life. In response, Toga smiled one of her crazy smiles and was all “a normal life? what’s that?” Lol okay. Anyway, the last few pages were peppered with as-yet-unexplained flashback scenes, so I’m guessing we’re about to find out just what makes this girl tick at long last.

Today on BnHA: We explore Toga’s backstory in a series of flashbacks. Basically her quirk gave her a fascination for blood which her quirk counseling never properly addressed, and so one day she just snapped and killed a dude. But she was such a cute little kid though. Whatever Toga I still love you. Anyway, so back in the present, Kizuki tries to psychoanalyze Toga and makes her out to be a victim of a society that doesn’t have a place for her. Kizuki says that Toga will become a martyr for the Liberation Army’s cause. But Toga is all “fuck that” and breaks free of Kizuki’s clutches, transforming into Ochako using the last of the blood she took back during the forest arc. Kizuki mocks the seemingly useless transformation, stating that she knows Toga can only change her appearance on the outside. Unfortunately for Kizuki, this isn’t entirely the case, as it’s revealed that while transformed, Toga is able to use the quirks of whoever she turns into. She proceeds to float Kizuki way up into the air and then release her, splattering her onto the ground. Like, she’s definitely dead now, oh shit. Anyways so it’s pretty awesome, albeit grisly as all heck. Now to wait for the rest of the League to follow suit and kick some Liberation Army ass.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my mostly-unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’m caught up with the manga now at chapter 226, which, wait, this is chapter 226. Oh shit lol. But I’m posting this a week after I first read the chapter so any ETAs will reflect that.)

okay so we’re opening with a flashback to a news story or something?

injured but didn’t kill? that doesn’t sound like the Toga we all know and love :’)

hey what the

is Toga not her real name??? didn’t we get confirmation from Gran Torino back during the Pizza Delivery mission? what’s up with that

(ETA: this is really weird, though. they never once refer to her by name during any of the flashback scenes. maybe this is just for stylistic purposes? I don’t think her name is supposed to be any sort of big secret but who knows?)

anyway so yeah

that just means she lub him, guys. that’s just how she is. poor Saito

(ETA: btw Caleb Cook pointed out on his Twitter that this looks to be the Deku lookalike from the previous chapter. so if he was one of AFO’s kids, that’s kind of interesting that AFO had no issue with Tomura hiring his son’s killer later on. I don’t personally think there was any AFO relation though.)

oh wow

rude. that’s my best girl you’re talking about. she’s just a little vampirish, what? Vlad King can make people’s blood fucking do tricks, and you don’t see anyone accusing *him* of being devil spawn. smh

awwwww

cats do this all the time and people fucking love cats! I’m telling you, these are double standards!

oh hey we’re back in the present

so Kizuki is all “so you think you’re living normally? lol you weirdo” basically

and she’s looking at the smiling blood-covered Toga and is all “so this is your ‘true face’“

she’s calling her “the very embodiment of the dark side of superhuman society.” girl what

okay look, I’m not saying Toga doesn’t have a screw or two loose. and yes, she is very fond of blood. but if we’re going to call someone the literal embodiment of the dark side of society then can I interest you in a few other choice candidates, though?? Toga is what we like to call Mostly Evil. there’s a big difference between Mostly Evil and All Evil! Mostly Evil is Slightly Good! whereas with All Evil, well, with All Evil there’s usually only one thing you can do. (accuse them of being the protagonist’s Secret Dad.)

anyways

nooooo my sweet demented child is coughing and teetering onto the ground

jesus it’s almost like she’s been FUCKING BLOWN UP FROM THE INSIDE OUT good grief

and now Kizuki is all “you poor thing.” hey Kizuki you can fuck off right now thanks

HEY

LADY UNLESS YOU WANT TO CATCH THESE HANDS YOU HAD BETTER STEP AWAY FROM MY POOR HURT CHILD AND STOP TOUCHING HER FUCKING FACE

-- oh shit, though!!

[flips open notebook; clicks pen] don’t mind me lady please continue

I mean, I would imagine one of the goals of the program would be to embrace the fact that you’re different. that’s hardly an isolating thing in a society like this one where everyone is so unique that the established word for their superpowers literally means “individuality”

(ETA: on a reread, it actually sounds like the program is intended to do just the opposite of that and the goal is to get everyone to fit in. how the hell they expect to accomplish that in a society where everyone has wacky abilities is beyond me! no wonder the program has issues if this really is the case though.)

but anyways I’m sorry to interrupt, please keep talking about quirk counseling and how it didn’t work for Toga while I sit here and quietly take my notes

you guys oh no she’s too damn cute. I can’t

oh boy

?? and why the hell not, though? sure it might freak some people out that she likes her steaks a little rarer than most, but I don’t see why they couldn’t have accommodated this the same as any other quirk. people donate blood all the time; couldn’t she have gotten a legal supply for her own medical needs? the live animals and such are a bit weird, true, but again, it’s not all that different from what your cat would get up to given half the chance. I feel like they could have found other outlets for her to channel some of that bloodlust, while helping to sate any physical cravings with the aforementioned donated blood supply. if you ask me, whoever counseled her dropped the ball honestly

(ETA: and her parents, too. this makes me want to rewatch the first season of Dexter actually. too bad Toga’s parents weren’t like Dexter’s dad.)

anyway let’s watch society fail poor Toga

well that didn’t take long

see this seriously doesn’t make any sense to me though. IT’S QUIRK SOCIETY, GUYS. NO ONE IS FUCKING NORMAL. WHY CAN’T YOU BE BETTER PARENTS. HOW ABOUT THAT ONE THOUGH

I honestly can’t decide if I’m glad we got more insight into Toga’s headspace, or annoyed that they went and gave her Secret Angst. the problem is I don’t think she needed Secret Angst in order to be a good character, or a likable one. I’m not so sure I really like the implication here that It’s Not Toga’s Fault, Because Society Failed Her. like, I’ve talked about my feelings on this kind of thing before. I prefer It Is Her Fault But She Owns It Though. just because I like when characters take responsibility for their own shit and it’s not just excused or handwaved

but on the other hand, Toga is the type of character who doesn’t need redemption so much as rehabilitation. so it is good to get some kind of an idea as to why she went off the rocker, in that respect. idk. I have mixed feelings, maybe by the time I post this recap I’ll have sorted it out more in my head lol

(ETA: yeah so after reflecting on it some more, it’s more like she was always the way she is, and was just repressing it, and then one day got tired of repressing it. being told she should act one way when she felt like her true self was someone totally different. so it’s not really “society fucked her up” so much as “she was already a little kooky and they just failed to properly address it until it was too late.” so that’s fine, I guess. it’s about what I expected. and hey, at least we got some cute Baby Toga scenes out of the bargain, so.)

anyway now Toga’s making to stab Kizuki and shouting at her to shut up. oh damn

OH DAMN

(ETA: oh you might want to be careful with that Detnerat merch though, lady. seems to be on par with Hammer Tech in terms of reliability.)

DID YOU BLOW UP TOGA’S FUCKING FACE HOLY FUCK

HOLY SHIT SHE REALLY DID

if that’s the case then why are you guys trying to kill her

oh for fuck’s

said sacred text will gloss over exactly how she died though, I suppose? you guys are such fucking hypocrites. you act like you’re the saviors of the world bringing freedom to everyone, but those ideals only seem to hold up so long as they’re convenient. “blah blah blah society is so evil and doesn’t care about people like you. meanwhile we will straight up murder your ass, but never fear, your death will help ensure that no one else has to endure the cruelty of this apathetic world”

like, imagine beating someone with a stick, while screaming at them about how society wants to beat them with a lot more sticks just like this, but not to worry though because their death will make sure no more people get beaten to death with sticks by society. I’m really bad with metaphors you guys, but do you feel me though? just, fuck these guys so hard

I like that Kizuki apparently seems to think Toga is actually dead, though, because honestly. she should be, lol

...or maybe she doesn’t think that, because now she’s asking Toga to correct her if she made any mistakes with her conjectures

and Toga is rolling out of her grasp and ducking off!

GO TOGA!! RUN LIKE THE WIND! I DON’T LIKE HER EITHER! EXACTLY, YOU’RE NOT UNFORTUNATE, THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING. she’s trying to make you out to be some helpless little victim, but it’s like, bitch, she chose to be evil in order to live her best life so go fuck yourself

TOGAAAAAA

THANK YOU!!! FUCK OFF WITH THAT SECRET ANGST BULLSHIT. STOP ACCUSING HER OF FAKING IT LIKE YOU KNOW HER SO DAMN WELL

she says that just as everyone else kisses people that they like, she sucks blood from the people she likes

EYYYYYYYYY

YESSSSSSSSS TOGA THIS IS WHY YOU’RE MY BEST GIRL

oh my god. okay so someone sent me an anon ask early Thursday afternoon (ETA: this was last Thursday April 25; I read the chapter on the 26th) to the effect of “the mystery has been solved; she CAN use quirks”, so I’m getting an inkling that we’re about to see Toga do some zero gravity bullshit and I’m here for it. but unfortunately I’m spoiled for it. please give me time to read the new chapters when they come out, guys. since I’m writing down my reactions, I’m not able to just read the manga on my phone as soon as chapters come out; the whole process takes me a good hour or two usually, and I prefer to read on my computer since the keyboard comes in handy when I’m typing out a novel in response to whatever bullshit is happening lol. so with work and everything, that usually means I don’t get around to it until the late afternoon/evening most of the time

anyways I know I probably sound bitchy but it’s not really a big deal. but I just wanted to bring this up now, because if and when Horikoshi finally reveals Kacchan’s hero name 17 years from now and I get spoiled on that before I read it, that’ll be a different story lol. I will rampage, guys. or more likely I’ll just learn to turn my asks off on Thursdays and Fridays until the chapter is read! anyways!

-- hold up, quick question, can Toga heal herself by transforming into someone else?? it just occurred to me, and I need to know right this instant

so Kizuki is all “I see, you keep a stock of blood!” and I was like “duh” but then I remembered Kizuki didn’t read the Basement arc. so

oh

well that answers that. shoot

-- except hold up, again! because Spoiled Me knows that’s not actually the case! she can use quirks too! so maybe it can heal her. I mean, this lady didn’t even know until one chapter ago that Toga used blood to transform, so I don’t know where she’s getting all this “I’m well aware!” bullshit from. you don’t know shit

so she’s laughing and mocking Toga and saying she probably just wanted to look cute when she dies

...I mean, I was about to get indignant, but in all honestly why did Toga transform into her though?

so basically she transformed into her because she envies her? is that why she listed her on her list of People She Officially Likes?

but her saying that she wants to get closer to the person she loves makes me think she hasn’t given up. if she’s anything like All Might (you know, because everyone is always comparing Toga to All Might), thinking about Izuku is probably helping motivate her to stay alive!

lol, yep

and oh shit I think the thing is happening!!

holy fucking shit, wait up. I was all “so what, she’s going to float her to death?” and then it all of a sudden occurred to me just how fucking deadly Ochako’s power actually is, which I never thought about before because this deadly power was safely in the hands of the sweetest, kindest girl in existence who’s never tried to use it for anything remotely sinister aside from that one time she tried to crush Bakugou with hundreds of rocks

but like, she could float her all the way out into space, if she wanted! but the much more likely option, especially given that this is a series where falling from things actually hurts, is that she could simply float her up and then fucking splatter her on the ground holy shit

aaaaaaand up she goes!

yeah that’s right lady. “only her appearance changes” my ass

holy shit

SHE’S ALREADY SO HIGH, HOLY FUCK THIS IS TERRIFYING SHE REALLY IS GOING TO DROP HER ISN’T SHE

now she’s running around and tagging all the rest of them too!

holy shit!!!! I can’t! my brain’s going like a mile a minute because not only did Toga just get 1000% deadlier, but Ochako did too, retroactively! and just, so much newfound respect and awe for my girls

HOLY SHIT

SHE DIDN’T EVEN KNOW??! you seriously never once realized this this entire time??

quirk counseling has failed her in more ways than one. she could have gone to U.A.! she could have made an amazing hero. honestly she still could aside from the fact that she doesn’t want to. (and also, y’know. the murders. and such)

ahhhh now she’s coughing up blood, so I guess that’s a no on the “can she heal” question then

honestly that makes no sense if it only transforms her on the outside. half of the outside is based off of what’s inside! if you’re changing appearances that should mean your entire body transforms. particularly if she can use quirks! it means her DNA is transforming too

but whatever, for the sake of enjoying the story I’ll just shut up about this now though

anyway so Kizuki is all “it can’t be”, just as thousands of villains have said before her, usually immediately after it was incontrovertibly proven to them that Yes It Can Be Though

she’s asking if Ochako’s quirk got stronger just now because of her fear of death

and Toga is all “nope”

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT

SHE DID FUCKING SPLATTER HER, HOLY SHIT!? HORIKOSHI “LET’S CHOP OFF ALL FIVE OF HIS FINGERS!” KOUHEI STRIKES AGAIN

and fucking lol at Toga thinking she’s just like Izuku because her body is all beaten up and dying. :’D Deku you’re such a terrible role model

and so I guess she’s fully on board with Tomura’s whole “destroy everything” plan now, then. well shit. I wonder how quickly they’ll be able to heal her up. what with her being so absurdly powerful all of a sudden, I wonder if her injuries will have a lasting effect on her ability to use her quirk, similar to what happened to Aizawa after USJ. might be a good idea honestly

lastly, “cute is evil” makes absolutely no sense, but damned if I���m not 100% on board with that slogan. just something about it that I like. or maybe it’s just due to the context here, lol. whatever it is, I’d buy a coffee mug with that printed on it

and here we go. so that’s it for new chapters until May 10th or thereabouts. if only there was something coming out in the interim that could tide my superhero cravings over. like a new Avengers movie or some shit. lol

(ETA: I have to hand it to Endgame, it’s done its job distracting me and then some. I’ve seen it twice now and it’s just as devastating the second time! I’m just about finished working my way through the five stages of grief now though, so we’re good. but now that I’m done wallowing, I need my villain arc to come along and cheer me up again. come on Tomura. do your thing boy.)

[james-bucky-barnackle]

Two Night Stand

Synopsis: (AU) You can’t wait for your contract to end and get that recommendation to get an actual job as a writer so you found yourself at a club drinking away to forget about the stress of your shitty job as the assistant of the biggest Editor in New York, you end up hooking up with the man of your dreams only to wake up to a nightmare when you find out he’s the son of your boss.

2NS Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex but not detailed, mostly fluff.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: I suddenly thought about this story and had to write it down, so if I have typo’s I am so sorry, I’ll fix them when I get some shut eye, but right now I gotta go because I’ve got classes tomorrow! 

Shots are flying faster than lightning and I am calling for more. Winifred isn’t gonna put me down, only alcohol will. She has got to be the absolute worst person to work for. Winifred, what even is that name? Were her parents obsessed with Winnie the Pooh that they had to name their daughter the female version of the nicest crop top wearing bear ever? Tonight, I dedicate all the hatred and stress I’ve gathered from working as her assistant. If only she wasn’t the editor in chief of the View then I wouldn’t be letting myself be ass kicked just to jump start my resume. I’m desperate to get a better job than receiving calls, fetching coffee, and carrying tons of clothes, I’m a writer! I should be out there doing way better things than this. 4 more months to go before my contract ends and I am outta there.

“Y/N! Come on let’s dance!” I hear my name called to the dance floor. It’s my ever so patient roommate, Wanda. I bet she’s tired of hearing all my rants but she’s always been there, and heck I’m there for her too no matter what.

“I’m coming!” I shout as I slam one more shot of tequila and walk towards her at the center of the dance floor. We dance like lunatics; the music is blasting wild and everyone’s cheering to the beat. I plan to get hammered, really hammered. I don’t care – I don’t care because I don’t have to go to work tomorrow. For all I care, Winnie could call me right now and I’d scream at her face, wait- maybe not really, I need that recommendation and I still have a few weeks left, but I really need tonight so I could finally try to act my age and get a life outside that darn office.

“Tonight, I forget about all the bullshit that I seem to be so good at getting.” I shout at Wanda who’s showing me her best moves. “Ooh yes girl!” I say which makes us both giggle.

“Tonight, you could try giving someone a night they won’t forget,” she points her head to a mysterious guy in the corner whose blue eyes are all over me. I raise my eyebrow and turn towards him, wow he’s hot. He has nice hair, dark brown and messily slicked back. He’s wearing a leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, his jaw sharp with a stubble that says I-pretend-I-don’t-know-I-look-good-but-I-do. I give him a smirk and he walks in my direction, jiving to the music with every step he takes. He’s so gorgeous I’m not even sure if he’s moving at the same pace as everybody else, it’s like my vision’s blurred the background and he’s walking in slow motion.

“Straight out of the office, I like it,” he teases when he finally gets to me. I laugh considering that I do look a little overdressed for this place.  His hands move their way to my hips and mine to his shoulders before caressing the nape of his neck. The music continues to blast and we’re trapped in our own bubble. His eyes pouring into my soul, his smile is contagious, his lips look so soft, and I bite mine taking his features in. He notices and he moves his face closer to mine, our lips meeting. His lips are as soft as I thought they looked and our tongues doing a better job at dancing. His hands are now all over me, and I’m intoxicated. He smells so good, I’m taking him in, and while we’re having this moment, I’ve already forgotten what drove me to be at this club in the first place.

He opens the door and he pushes me against the wall and begins to suck on my neck, that is definitely gonna leave a hickey, but a really memorable hickey. Gosh this guy definitely knows how to do it huh? He continues to kiss me getting lower as he lifts the hem of my blouse and I comply lifting my arms as he takes them off with ease. I grab his jacket and push it back, as he takes his shirt faster than I could thank Jesus for this man’s existence. His body is sculpted, like God really took his time to make this one. I’m getting so hungry for him. He scoops me up and brings me to the bed then he crawls his way towards me, this has got to be a dream. I grabbed his pants and didn’t even try to hide how eager I was.

“Oh no baby, are you in a hurry?.” oh God how did I end up being the girl under him right now. He pulls my skirt off then my panties, and throws them behind as he places himself between my legs.

Sunlight hits my face and my eyes open to see a beautiful being in front of me still heavy in his sleep. I smile like it's Christmas morning; his hands are draped around my waist. I try to resist waking up the angel beside me for round 2. I don’t want to sound shallow, but I can’t stop admiring him, I move my hand to gently caress his face, my thumb brushing against the cleft of his chin. I feel the sudden urge to pee, and I lift my hand from his face and his arm on my waist as slow and carefully as I could so I don’t wake him up. I grab his white shirt from the floor and put it on. The shirt still smells pretty good. Okay, now where’s the bathroom? I’m walking through his penthouse, my bare feet making contact with its cold white marble floor. Wow this place is huge. I go through a walk-in closet to see a door leading to the bathroom. I look like a mess, I’m glad I didn’t put on eyeliner yesterday because that would’ve made me look even worse. I wash my hands and face after doing my business, and tousle my hair a bit to at least try to look sexy. I hope he wasn’t that intoxicated to look at me in the morning differently, I laugh at myself. As I leave the bathroom, I think about making pancakes. Should I make him some? Should I ask him to eat breakfast with me? I’ve gotten pretty rusty at this hook up thing. If he planned on throwing me out he would’ve insisted we go to my place so he could make an escape come morning, but we’re here so- I pause when I come across his work table. There are frames hung up on the wall of certificates and trophies on the shelf. Great, I already forgot his name. I know he told me his name at the bar but I guess I was too deep into his voice that I was just hearing and not listening. Hell, he could’ve been talking about cleaning toilets and I’d be too immersed in his voice to even care. I walk close to the shelf and grab a trophy, it’s a humanitarian award, of course it is. I bet he could fly, if he’s too perfect. I run my fingers through the gold letterings, it’s for – James Buchanan Barnes. Hmm, like a prince, I like how his name rolls off my tongue. Barnes, the surname reminds me of something but I can’t put a finger on it. I put the trophy back and a picture frame catches my attention. It’s a family photo, how cute, so he’s family oriented? I guess. There’s another one beside it. He’s in his late teens, at a polo game, holding a wooden mallet, standing between a white horse and an older woman, it must be his mom. I look closer at the woman and it sends shivers down my spine. I almost drop the frame; my hands are shaking as I try to place it back. It’s Winifred. It’s Winifred Barnes with her son, James Buchanan Barnes. Anxiety floods my face and a drop of sweat breaks through my forehead. Oh no, no, no.  I dash back to the bedroom, to see him still asleep, thank God, he’s still sleeping. I picked up my clothes and did not even put them on, I just grabbed my jacket and quickly made my way to the door. I felt a pang of guilt as I reached the door and I decided to grab a sticky note from his office and write something, sticking it to the nightstand where his phone was.

“I’m so sorry! You were wonderful,” I whisper to him reaching my hand out like he’s a male lead from a movie screen. I grab the door knob and get out.

“What do you mean you slept with the spawn of Satan?” Wanda asks, very confused at the tone I was speaking, I was panting on the phone from the sprint I’ve just done.

“He’s Winnie’s son! I saw a picture of them on his table! This is bad Wanda, if Winnie finds out about this, she is gonna kill me, and all of New York will know about it. She will make sure I never get a job anywhere!” I’m practically shitting myself right now. I’m struggling to slam my clothes into my handbag. I wore James’ shirt like a dress since it was long enough to be, I was in such a hurry I didn’t have time to put my skirt on. I’ve stepped on the back of my heels ruining the shape and am now having a hard time getting a cab.

“That is straight out of a movie, Y/N.” she replies I hear shuffling from the receiver, she’s probably cooking breakfast. “He looked like an angel, how could someone so evil give birth to a beautiful human being?” Finally, a cab stops for me.

“That’s what I said to myself too! I’ll tell you more when I get there, I’ve got a cab”, I get in and the driver looks at me through the rear view mirror, my walk-of-shame looks too obvious to ignore.

“Okay, I’m making pancakes.” I am the luckiest roommate ever! I raise my eyebrows at the driver and say “What? Step on it”, he rolls his eyes, and I tell him where to go as he hits the gas.

“Mmm, this is sooo good, I might just have to ask you to be my wife” Wanda laughs as she places another pancake on my plate. I’m holding a fork with my right hand and a half-eaten bacon with my left.

“You know, if he’s the bachelor you described him to be, you don’t really have to feel guilty about anything. He’s probably used to runners like you,” She’s trying to ease my guilt over leaving him after sex, I really don’t want to be that person but this is a different matter. It’s the life and death of my career, my career which hasn’t even started yet!

“I stole his shirt too.”

“He’s rich, he’s probably used to people stealing stuff from him too.” a smile escapes my lips only for it to go back to an ugly frown.

“You’re right, and I did leave him a sticky note… Gosh it makes me look stupid! I shouldn’t have let my nice ass leave him a note, he probably won’t even read it.”

“Another thing for you to forget”

“And I thought last night’s tequila slamming contest was the solution to shooing my problems away.” I say as I take a bite of the last of my pancake.

My phone’s buzzing. Ugh, who could it be? I glance at the screen and it says W. Barnes. Shit! Did he already tell her? He’s way too old to be running to his mom, right? Did I tell him my real name?! Did I tell him my name? Does he remember my name? Holy shit, it’s rang thrice now, Winnie’s gonna be pissed. I hit on the answer button.

“What took you so long? I need you at the office in an hour, I have a meeting later and I need you to be there to write the transcript.” her icy voice beaming through my phone’s speakers. Relief rains over me, but I’m still confused, I’m supposed to have the day off.

“But I thought I had today off?” I mutter and I immediately regret it.

She laughs, “Naive child, I know, but I need you and you work for me,” she says in a sing-song voice, and immediately morphs into the robot I’ve come to know and hate, “In an hour, Y/L/N.” and drops the call. Think positive, at least I didn’t get busted over hooking up with her son. I mean, it could’ve been a lot worse, coming to work on a fucking weekend shouldn’t bother me.

I turn to Wanda’s wide-eyed face and I shrug my shoulders, “She wants me to come to work for a meeting.” Her shoulders relax and I run to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready.

I wear a silk orange camisole, high-waisted jeans which my ass look pretty darn good in, put on white converse sneakers and pull my hair up in a bun. It’s the weekend, and Winifred allows employees to wear casual outfits to the office during these days, the only rule I like that came from her. I grabbed my tote bag and gave Wanda a kiss on the cheek before heading out. The office isn’t too far from the apartment, and I like walking. I feel like I’m being healthy by moving my feet, and besides, walking with my earphones on, drowning my surroundings, make me feel like a runway model. A no-poise runway model. My phone notifies me of a text, it’s from Winnie, she wants me to grab the coats for tomorrow’s fitting at the local Balmain outlet and not be late. No worries, it’s on the way, If I take a ten-minute detour. I wrinkle my nose and mentally scream my boss’ name.

I managed to get into the office building fifteen minutes early and I ran to the elevator just as the doors were about to close. “Hold the elevator!” a hand reaches out to stop the doors, I get in and mutter a “thank you” and press floor number 30. Catching my breath, practically panting, I look up and breathe, the elevator ceiling covered by reflective glass. I immediately look down. What have I done so wrong in my past life to have a miserable one at present? I’m slowly moving to the back, lifting the coats I was carrying to cover my face, careful not to attract the eyes of the man inside the elevator with me. Its James Buchanan fucking Barnes, with his good hair, good smell, and amazing back and me, awkwardly moving behind him. Last night’s laid-back look is now replaced with a posh upper east side vibe. He looks like a snack either way, I mentally slap myself for having thoughts like this at a time like this. The elevator pauses and opens on the 6th floor and a group of 5 middle aged corporate looking, and speaking people come in, which makes James move to the back. Great, 24 more floors to go. I struggle to hide and I move to the far-right corner at the back, hoping I’m not too obvious. I’m fiddling with the coats and I see one with a hood. I lift it up and gently put it over my face. I look really stupid right now, but I’m so nervous. And me being nervous in a confined space is not good. I don’t see anything anymore, with a hood over my face, and the elevator woman in the speaker announces we’re on the 17th floor where two more people go in. Are you kidding me?! I’m sweating buckets. I’m glad I wore a sleeveless top or my pits would’ve looked soaked with a shirt on. I shuffle as more people get on, and the hood falls from my face. Panic takes over me with him squished at the back almost leaning at the elevator wall, I excuse myself and move a little bit to the front. He won’t recognize my back, right? I mean, it was dark at the club last night, and I was naked at his place. He wouldn't know what my back would look like dressed in an orange camisole with my hair up now wouldn’t he?

“27th floor” the elevator lady says. Okay 3 more, I lift the coats higher, hugging them like they’re my 9-year old teddy bear collection. 28, 29 – oh no, I hear him excuse himself from the other people in the elevator to get closer to the door. I’m starting to move closer to the door too, but my face is practically an inch away from it, there’s nowhere else to go. 30! The elevator doors open and I sprint. I look like a bear who’s just gone from hibernation and has caught tons of fish to take home to her cubs. I’m running and I hear him say something but I don’t look back.

“I see you’ve gotten the coats I’ve requested, just hang them on the racks,” good morning to you too, Winnie. I begin hanging when I feel her cold gaze on me, have I forgotten something? Did she say Balmain? Balmain wouldn’t just give me these coats if it weren’t what Winnie called for right? What did I do wrong this time?

“I thought I told them to include the snake skinned one,” shoot! I remember that, it’s gotta be here somewhere.

“Looking for this?” I hear him, it’s him. I’m dead, can I hide in a coat, surely one of the closets here is a portal to Narnia, right? “Your assistant was pretty much in a hurry, she dropped it at the-“ *thump* I accidentally drop a hanger, his last word spoken a lot slower “-elevator” he raises his eyebrows at me, a combination of surprise and confusion now covering his face. He looks amused. I looked back at him, wide eyed and gave a nervous smile with a pretty unconvincing shrug that spells I’m not okay.

“Oh! My dearest James, you’re here early!” Winifred giddily says as she hugs James placing a kiss on both his cheeks. “I thought you wouldn’t be here until after lunch?”

James looks in my direction, smirking. “I thought I was gonna have breakfast with someone, but she bailed on me at the last minute” his eyes looking down. So, he was gonna have breakfast with me! Damn Winnie, why does she have to take every happy thing from me. I blush and look away and continue fiddling with the hangers not really needing to but I have no idea what to do. I shouldn’t just stand here, I should at least pretend I’m busy.

“Whoever that woman was, is stupid enough to turn down eating with my beautiful son.” Damn right, Winnie.

“I doubt it, mother. She probably has a good reason.” he licks his lips as he takes another glance at me. I bite mine, I feel guilty. Is he guilt tripping me?! But he sounds really nice and forgiving. He doesn’t seem bad, and he hasn’t still told his mom about me. He would if he was a jerk, right? I’m a mess. “She even left a sticky note on my table, I thought it was really cute.”, I’m blushing like crazy, I need to get out of here, I feel so guilty with him being so nice about it while having an indirect conversation with me.

“I’ve taught you so much about the finer things in life and here you are amused by a sticky note,” Winnie jokes as James shakes his head. I take this moment to excuse myself.

“Uhm, if you need me, I’ll be in the- uh, outside. I’ll be outside, at my desk,” she gave me an irritated look, told me to be useful to someone else present at the office and return an hour before the actual meeting and I turned to the door. I feel James’ eyes on my back burning a hole through me.

I resist the strong urge to call Wanda and tell her about how things have definitely just gone wrong. But is it really wrong? James pretty much seems nice about it, I mean he looked hurt but I’m just an assistant, I’m sure he’s been with richer, Barbie-doll looking girls. He was probably just playing with me, having a good time finding out that the girl he brought home last night was none other than his mother’s assistant. I’m searching through my desk looking for things to do and can’t seem to find anything. The meeting’s been rescheduled to 7PM, at the Eleven Madison Park which of course, Winnie didn’t bother telling me that she knew it was rescheduled before she even called me to come in for work. I see her and James having a good conversation seeing as how Winnie’s lips are pretty much touching her ears. I need to get out of the office, I see Nat, one of my co-workers, she’s part of the creative design team, her red hair bouncing as she was walking.

“Hey, Nat!” she turns surprised that she’s not the only one in the floor.

“Y/N! Let me guess,” she looks through Winnie’s office through the glass wall, “last minute errands?”

“Exactly. Uhm, uh- Nat, do you have any work to do outside the office? Like sourcing, or pickups or coffee fetching, I could do it!” I was speaking too fast, by the time I finished she was laughing.

“I’ve just done all those things before I got here, you trying to be employee of the month or something?” hopeless.

“I just don’t wanna stay in the office today, just thought I could help my favorite girl with some stuff!” I grab her shoulders and pull her into a hug, “I need to get out of here for a couple of hours” I whisper, desperation clear in my voice.

She chuckles, not understanding what the hell was happening. “Okay miss, busy bee. Samuel’s making me go with a friend of his for a fitting. It’s for a photo shoot, something about 30 under 30. It’s in 15 minutes. Vision’s gonna drive you, I’ll call him now and tell him you’re switching with me.”

“THANK YOU!” she shushes me as I suffocate her into a hug. She hands me the paper with the memo and instructions and I run to the elevator and hit the upper ground floor.

I get to the ground floor with a new-found confidence. Ha! Goodbye my dearest James and Winnie, I’m going to forget last night even happened. I see the car and wave at Vis as he greets me with a smile and ushers me to the back seat. And now we wait, I’d rather be with another male model than the very career-risky man upstairs with his mother. After about ten minutes Vision asks me,

“What’s that on your neck, Miss Y/N?” Fuck, I forgot to cover my hickey with makeup earlier.

“Looks good on her, huh? It’s my work of art,” I hear someone get into the seat beside me. It's him. He gives me a wink and turns to Vision, who’s now seated at the driver’s seat. He says it quietly just enough for Vision not to hear it. My cheeks are a flush of red, my heart is beating so fast, this is not happening, this is not happening.

“Good morning, Sir James, are we all set?” Vision eyes us through the rear-view mirror, I look like I’ve just got strapped to a roller coaster against my will with James smiling, really enjoying himself.

“Yeah, step on it, we don’t wanna be late for the fitting.” He nods at Vision, and continues, but now has turned his face in my direction, “and please, call me Bucky” his teeth displayed as he lets out a silent laugh.

Talk about giving someone a night they won’t forget. 

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Game-loading time replies!

Even though it’s gonna take me a lot longer to reply to these than it will take my game to load. :)

These are for @nuttydazesublime, @tamtam-go92, @nekosayuri, @dunne-ias, @pensblr, @alicenorthernlights-blog, @taylors-simblr, @eulaliasims, @immerso-sims, @fuzzyspork, @katatty-main, @nyshabrokeit, @mswn, @quill-of-thoth, and @worldstarsimblr   Topics range from maligning AGS to custom unis to asparagus to veganism to pixel volcanoes to age mods to making Sim-life more complicated/difficult to...Well, other stuff. :) 

nuttydazesublime replied to your post “OMG, I’M SO EXCITED! :D So we partied tonight and when we came home I...”

Congratulations! I had the same problem for a long time, but not any more now! Yay! :D

I am very happy. The fact that I could not create an empty neighborhood on my old machine/install was very frustrating! Especially because it worked once, using AGS, but then after building a few lots in that empty neighborhood it suddenly decided to add the AL stealth hood when I loaded it once, and then after that whenever I attempted to make an empty neighborhood, it would “Create Magic.” And if I made a regular new neighborhood, it would “Create Magic” twice. So somehow, somewhere, there was a second AL stealth hood template that got created I-don’t-know-how, but damned if I could find it. My game sure could, though. :\ But, new machine, new install and AGS is never coming within 100 miles of my game ever again. Sorry to folks who might not have all EPs (Mac users, especially), but...nope. Nope nope nope.

dunne-ias replied to your post “OMG, I’M SO EXCITED! :D So we partied tonight and when we came home I...”

we need more custom unis!

tamtam-go92 replied to your post “OMG, I’M SO EXCITED! :D So we partied tonight and when we came home I...”

I agree with ias!

I agree, too...but I’m not sure I should be the one making them, at least not to share. I can’t build anything attractive yet remotely complicated without CC for the life of me, and no-CC is really the way to go for this sort of thing. Also, these are going to be built specifically to play my crazy college scheme, with playable classroom buildings and whatnot, so I’m not sure that they’d be appealing for other playing styles. But if I manage to create anything that wouldn’t be a galaxy-sized pain in the ass to share...I’ll share.

nekosayuri replied to your post “OMG, I’M SO EXCITED! :D So we partied tonight and when we came home I...”

Now I'm curious about the thing you wanted to check out!

Well, it was something that could be considered of a rather “adult” nature, so I didn’t want to link directly or anything. (Not that I think genitalia of either type by themselves without anything sexy happening are necessarily “adult,” but a lot Americans people do, so...yeah.) But basically? Much better-looking pixel penises. As a person who likes anatomical accuracy, I was very excited and wanted to see how they looked in my game, so before I napped, I went off and had my playable dudes in the “downtown thing” neighborhood take a shower so I could adjust ‘em a bit. :) (And yes, they are AMAZING. A huge improvement over Crammyboy’s, even though they have fewer options.)

pensblr replied to your photo “This seems to work, so… OK, so here’s the deal. To sum up a long post...”

Have been happily using Hat's mod for a couple of years now, and tweaked it as well after a few months of it being installed. While I wanted adults to have more time (so that I could sort of create a middle-age span), the elder span was just way too long for my taste. Now, don't get me wrong, I enjoy playing all of the life stages, but, yeah... elders were shaved down to a max of 50 days. Overall, I love how Hat's mod can be easily tweaked to suit one's own game.

Yeah, aging mods are just about the easiest thing in the world to make, if you can run SimPE. Heck, they’re easier to make than walls/floors! :) The trick, of course, is modding the ACR controller if you use ACR. Then you have to muck about with its BHAVs to adjust fertility curves to match your new lifespans, and since I don’t understand BHAVs, that intimidates me. But since I realized I didn’t have to alter the ACR controller...Yeah, easy-peasy. :)

tamtam-go92 replied to your post “Lately, me=long text posts. Sorry. :)”

I also saw that mod, and I would really like to have an age mod (this was the one thing I loved about TS3!) But I always saw the transition to elder in their mid 50s. I don't use ACR so the natural occuring infertility of female sims one week (I think) before they age up would be perfect. I would really like an age mod that was that way, but I really have no Idea how to do such things (I can't even make Simpe work for me '-_-)

Hey, if you want a specific age mod, feel free to hit me up! :) I can certainly make one for you, since you don’t use ACR. :) You’ll just have to tell me exactly how long you want each non-elder lifestage to be and about how long you want the elder one to be. (It’s not an exact science, with elders. :) ) Like I said, easiest thing in the world...If you can get SimPE to run.

That being said, most people who have problems with it are running the UC. If that’s you, then a good place to ask for help is MTS’s help forum. Maybe Leefish, too, if you’re a member there. 

alicenorthernlights-blog replied to your photo “lowedeus: MAXIS HOOD DECO CATTAILS Thickets of cattail (Typha,...”

I would like to have some nice realistic looking volcanoes as deco.

Are you aware of these? They’re deco volcanoes converted from Castaway. IMO, the two larger sizes are too large, and all are a little pointier than they should be. (Volcanoes are generally rounder on top, from accumulated lava flows. Heck, mountains in general aren’t that pointy.) But I have used the “dwarf” size (which are still pretty big) to pretty good effect, especially when they’re half-sunken into the terrain.

nekosayuri replied to your post “The college madness continues. :)”

I love everything about this! So thought out and complicated! Feels kinda like my (Sims) life right now with all the stuff I'm trying to do, but one thing I wanna take from this for my game is making more use of Sims' interests and their actual personalities to decide what will happen with them. For born-in-game, this would be even more fun :D...

Yeah, that was actually one of two “I need to do this better” goals with this “downtown” scenario I’ve been dreaming up as I play it. I wanted to incorporate both hobbies (which I’ve never really done a WHOLE lot with) and interests (which I’ve never done ANYTHING with) into my playing somehow. Interests still aren’t very integrated into regular playing yet, but they will definitely be things of consideration for the spawn of the founders of the scenario, who will be the first eligible for uni. The first of those is 4 or 5 days away from childhood, so I’ll start thinking about her “path” then, seeing where her interests/hobbies lie and how that might dictate how I’ll play her. (I don’t really “play” toddlers much. They run pretty much 100% on free will, only interrupted to attend to their motives or for a parent to teach them the skills the toddler wants.)

taylors-simblr replied to your link “Vegan Lemon Asparagus Pasta | Minimalist Baker Recipes”

Sounds great, I’m always after more pasta sauce recipes :) and asparagus is awesome, we had it for dinner, it was the only thing on the plate that daughter ate, despite there also being pineapple, sweet corn and sugar snap peas to pick from

I’m frankly astonished that your daughter picked asparagus over sweet corn! It has that bit of a bitter taste that I would’ve thought would turn off toddlers, whereas corn and pineapple are just flat-out sugar. (Peas at least have some protein. :) ) So good on her for her good taste! :D

eulaliasims replied to your link “Vegan Lemon Asparagus Pasta | Minimalist Baker Recipes”

Yum, thanks for the link! Almond milk is what I drink normally, so I'm intrigued to try it in a sauce. :D

It works well! I think the key is to slowly add the flour as it reduces. I kinda dumped most of it in in one go, and the sauce came out a little thicker than I would have liked, but I didn’t want to dilute it. (It was still good, though!) Next time, I’ll add it in smaller increments along with the incremental additions of the milk. I’m also going to try cashew milk instead of almond next time, since it’s thicker/creamier to start with.

immerso-sims replied to your link “Vegan Lemon Asparagus Pasta | Minimalist Baker Recipes”

I love asparagus, so will try to make this :) I always do a pureed pea & roasted asparagus soup. Yum!

Cream of Roasted Asparagus is my very favorite soup! :D I never thought to add peas, though. It’s an interesting idea. I imagine it’d be a little sweeter than asparagus alone. Also more nutritious which is always a good thing. :)

fuzzyspork replied to your link “Vegan Lemon Asparagus Pasta | Minimalist Baker Recipes”

I have a mini food processor whose soul purpose is for mincing garlic because I hate doing it by hand! (okay, I also use the mini processor for mincing hot peppers and chopping small amounts of nuts and sometimes emulsifying mayo and... a lot of stuff I guess)

Yeah, but then you gotta wash the food processor. *whine* :) 

I hate washing up. Even with a dishwasher I hate washing up. Especially since we don’t use the dishwasher a lot. Since it’s just the two of us, unless we’re cooking a big, elaborate meal, it takes forever to fill the thing up, and it’s such a waste of water to run it less-than-full, especially since we’re in a state of extreme drought here. :p So, yeah, gimme my tubes of garlic paste! *laugh* I am totally that lazy!

dunne-ias replied to your link “Vegan Lemon Asparagus Pasta | Minimalist Baker Recipes”

even non-vegans can use plant based milk and nutritional yeast :P #milkisforbabies this sounds delicious though!

#milkisforbabyCOWS, even. :)

But yeah, you’re right. I’ve made vegan stuff -- chili, mostly -- that was loved by people who would run screaming for the hills if they were told it was vegan. :) But when it comes to cooking for themselves, non-vegans are far more likely to have cow milk on hand than non-dairy milk, unless they happen to be lactose intolerant. And even then they’re more likely to have that cow-milk-with-predigested-lactose crap instead. *eye roll* And I’ve yet to meet a non-vegan who’s even heard of nutritional yeast, much less had any on hand. :)

nyshabrokeit replied to your post “So. I now have a list of 18 custom Uni majors that I want to make....”

They're easy peasy! ;)

Yeah, I made one just to test out the process and...Very easy! I haven’t tested it in-game yet, but I can’t see why it wouldn’t work. Thank you for that tute! :D

quill-of-thoth replied to your post “Does anyone out there...”

I don't have it, but I use magazines to adjust interests to see if my sims are a good match, and I'll probably use them to increase interests when sim kids have the appropriate "traits"

Well, I can now confirm that the mod works in an all EP/SPs game, but I’m not sure the magazines are working as they should. :/ But I should probably make a separate post asking others about how they work in their game rather than burying it in this wall o’ text. :)

mswn replied to your photo “iCad Does Brainstorming AKA: Curse you, @dunne-ias!! So, Dunne-ias...”

‘If it wasn't hard, everyone would do it. The hard is what makes it great.’ :p

OMG I LOVE THAT MOVIE! Even though I think baseball is the third-most-boring-game/sport ever (after cricket and golf), I love that movie. And that -- Not “There’s no crying in baseball!” -- is my favorite line from it because it is so very true.

worldstarsimblr replied to your photo “iCad Does Brainstorming AKA: Curse you, @dunne-ias!! So, Dunne-ias...”

I love it! I would definitely like to implement this into my gameplay! Also about the custom careers, mog has that mod that has all the jobs appear on the job board as well as I think Monique's computer (could be wrong) but yeah I love Mogs job board because you're right, they won't ever find a job with the computer or newspaper

Oh, yeah, I have that job board...although I’m more likely to just assign careers using the Sim Blender, where any custom ones you have will show, too, but one of the rules of this particular scenario is that jobs must be found in the newspaper. Just the newspaper, not even on a computer, where you get five possibilities instead of three, AND they’re not allowed to take any other job than the one they have an LTW for. It’s because the whole point of this scenario is to make things harder and to use money a little more realistically than I usually do. But this is partly why it’s age-modded because, even without eleventy billion custom careers, it sometimes takes a long time for a Sim’s desired career to show in the newspaper. Like, one of the founders of the scenario JUST got hers, in the Artist career...after checking the newspaper every single morning for 5.5 seasons, which is just about the length of the normal adult lifestage. (Yay, maybe now she can stop being homeless! She’s the last of the four who still is. I mean, talk about your “starving artists!” Knowing her luck, though, she’ll get fired on a chance card and have to start all over.  :) )

dunne-ias replied to your photo “iCad Does Brainstorming AKA: Curse you, @dunne-ias!! So, Dunne-ias...”

ooooh this is way more ambitious than what I do, but I LOOOOVE IT and would very much appreciate a peek at the spreadsheet when you're done with it!

I will definitely share it when it’s all done. Some of the “requirements” I’m imposing rely on some mods/modded objects I use (Like Monique’s computer, for its article-writing function), but generally speaking it’ll be pretty applicable to even a “vanilla” game. Very complicated, though. But I like complicated. :)

eulaliasims replied to your photoset “EDIT: Oops, I noticed that the file for the Butterfly machine doesn’t...”

Dude, *every* time I send a sim to the gym, I think about how annoying it is that NPCs hog the treadmills and ignore everything else. Thanks for the fix! It's dearly appreciated.

You’re welcome! And yeah, I thought the very same thing and finally got off my butt and fixed it! :)

Although...in my game, at least, the visitors still seem to avoid the “multipress” machine, and I can’t figure out why. They love the separate bench press/butterfly/leg extension machines, but not the “combo” one. Don’t know if I boo-boo’ed or if there’s other things going on in its programming. Let me know if you experience the same thing.

katatty-main replied to your photoset “EDIT: Oops, I noticed that the file for the Butterfly machine doesn’t...”

thanks for this! i've been filling all my gyms with nothing but tredmills because of this problem, now my sims can finally use the other equipment!

Yeah, I’d do the same thing. And even so my playables hardly ever got to use the treadmills because the non-playables wouldn’t leave them alone! I still don’t understand Maxis’s logic with this at all... But, y’know, screw Maxis. :)

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RWBY Musings #41: The White Knight, the Old Wizard and the Legendary Blade of Destruction

Hey there @bloomfireprincess​! You asked for my views on your theories so let’s do this. I read through all three of your theory posts. Pretty solid theories m’friend. Now for my response, I’ve mainly pulled some key points that you made in your original posts that I wanted to share my thoughts on if you don’t mind. That being said, let us begin:  

“...I think that Oz knew Jaune faked his transcripts. But he let him in because he felt a connection. And remember, the Great and Powerful Oz was a sham who became great. Perhaps he thought the connection meant that Jaune was his next incarnation. Perhaps he didn’t realize the deeper connection; that Jaune is his descendant.

And, as his descendant, he’s special and has a unique destiny, though not as Oz’s reincarnation. Perhaps that’s why Ozpin was watching so carefully when Jaune and Pyrrha entered that cave, because he knows that’s the passageway to the Relic vault, and wondered how Jaune knew. Maybe it WAS instinct on Jaune’s part, either by destiny, design, or by the Relic he unknowingly carries...” 

Interesting. I always figured that the reason Oz was looking at Pyrrha and Jaune closely that time was mostly due to him keeping tabs on their individual progress; particularly Pyrrha’s. Remember Pyrrha was chosen as Ozpin’s choice to succeed Amber as the next Fall Maiden. If anything, I think he was observing Arkos closely to see how both of them would handle the next upcoming scenario. But that’s just my opinion on that.

Alright I’m going to be honest with you when I say this, fam. I don't buy into the theory that Jaune is a descendant of Ozpin. You're not the first RWBY theorist I’ve heard express this analogy. As a matter of fact, it's one of the most popular fan theories I've noticed circulating the FNDM secondary to the old one about Qrow secretly being Ruby's dad which, as fans know now was debunked by the CRWBY writers. Don't get me wrong. It's not a bad theory. I'm just one of the folks who don't particularly agree with it. I do like your point about Ozpin sensing something special in Jaune, a deeper connection that might've given the old Wizard an impression that he somehow knows more to Jaune than he lets off, if that makes sense. However I don’t agree that it’s because of the descendant theory.

For me, my theory is that the reason Ozpin probably gave Jaune a free pass into Beacon was because he felt a familiarity with the young huntsman that reminded him of his great-great-grandfather.

“...We still don’t know much about the history of Vale. We know that the Great King of Vale fought and ended the war between the Kingdoms with his Great Sword. We know he founded the schools. And then he retired into the obscurity of Legend.

Now, it’s been stated that Ozpin founded the schools. We know Ozpin reincarnates into a like minded soul. Could he have been the Great King of Vale?...”

Yes. I'm on the same page as you are with Ozpin being the King of Vale in his past life. However my hunch is that Oz knew Jaune's great-great-grandfather when he was a young lad and probably even trained him under his tutelage. For all we know, Jaune might be the splitting image of his ancestor when he was a teenager and probably suffered the same shortcomings of coming into his own inner strength as warrior around that age. The same greatness and strong potential that Ozpin saw in Jaune was probably what he recalled seeing in his ancestor when the two met in another life. But that's my view on that.

It's funny. Y’know I never considered Ozpin having descendants. Even now that I know he's lived many lives as many different men, the idea of him baring spawn within those lifetimes still eludes me. I guess I find the idea to be oddly farfetched. The question I'm asking is if Oz did have descendents then...what happened to all of them? Moreover, why haven’t we met any of them in the series as yet? I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around the notion of Ozpin having descendants because I find it unbelievable for Ozpin to have countless of lifetimes where he had scours of children he bred and raised and not maintain a connection to said successors even if he moved onto another life. If the theory of Ozpin having descendents from his past lives is true then I figured we would have met at least one of them canonically in the series by now since I imagined Oz being close to his descendants in all of his life times. Y'know just as how in the Legend of Korra series, Avatar Korra got to be 'trained' by Tenzin, an Airbending Master who was the son of Korra's previous incarnation---Avatar Aang.

It'd be interesting if at least one of the members of Oz's inner circle were his descendants. Heck, it would've been amazing if the reason why Ozpin chose Glynda Goodwitch, James Ironwood, Leonardo Lionheart and Qrow Branwen specifically was because their ancestors in their respective family bloodlines were his brood. That could be cool as a concept. 

Heck, for all we know, Ruby Rose could be a descendant of one of Ozpin’s many incarnates who was the first Silver Eyed Warrior to walk Remnant. For all we know, the Silver Eyed Warriors were in fact a branch of Ozpin’s true pureblood kin blessed (or cursed) with his magic. Could help to justify why he’s the only one with any real bearings around their legend. But I'm not sure. Just spit-balling here.

It's easier for me to believe Oz chose a life of solitude; preferring allies over romantic partners due to the burdens of his responsibility to world. It could explain why he became a professor. In a way, the students of the academies and I do mean---all of the academies, not just Beacon, were basically Oz's children. There was almost a parental, nurturing nature to the way Oz would always approach his students; offering them advice and comfort if they ever needed it of him. It’s one of the reasons that made me like Oz as a character. For all that is said about him, he genuinely cares for the people in his life; particularly the young warriors under his tutelage.   Yes I know catapulting your students off of a cliff into a forest infested with deadly grimm on presumably their first day of school doesn’t exactly spell 'Teacher of Year' but nevertheless, Oz has been shown to truly care for the livelihood of his students even going so far as to accept the full burdens and responsibility for their deaths even when it paints an ugly picture of him; as in the case of Gretchen Rainart.

“What if the cave was a secret passageway to the Relic, and guarded by a Grimm?” 

Hmmmmm...I’m not sure about that m’friend. Remember, the Grimm are controlled by Salem. Salem has been described as the ‘Leader or Master of the Grimm’ by characters such as Raven Branwen. If a Grimm was indeed guarding the Relic then wouldn’t Salem have easily acquired it by now since one of her own knew where it was hidden?

As we saw back during the events of Volume 4, a Seer Grimm came to inform Salem that the Grimm that were currently situated in the fallen ruins of the Beacon Academy school grounds were unsuccessful in finding the Relic of Choice. It was made clear that Salem is having her Grimm search for the Relic in the remains of the school. Unless Oz has some other kind of mythological beast relative to the World of Remnant safeguarding the Relic, I don’t think a Grimm is it. Unless you were referring to the Grimm being used as cover to safeguard the Relic from any humans wishing to pursue its power. Not sure if that was what you meant. But I think it would still play out the same way since Salem controls the Grimm.

I do think you could be onto something though. Because of your theory, I rewatched RWBY V1: Chapter 8: Players and Pieces. The area where the students had their initiation now peaks my interest. As you rightfully put it, one may look at those ruins and see it for no more than what it is when in actuality, there could be something else to those ruins. A part of me also would love to see the group revisit that area just to give the CRWBY an opportunity to revamp the sets used back in the first volume. As we all know, the quality of animation for RWBY has improved tremendously since its earlier seasons, especially in regards to its backgrounds and environmental models. So much so that I’d love to see the team remaster some of the older environments used for Beacon Academy and Vale; including the ruins in the Emerald Forest. Plus I like it when a series introduces something at the beginning of the story and then returns the plot full swing to this particular point of origin.

In the Harry Potter series, the story began with Harry going to Hogwarts and ended with his final battle against his arch nemesis: Lord Voldemort taking part in Hogwarts.

In the Maze Runner series, the story started with Thomas and the Gladers being trapped in the Maze, working to escape only for the story to conclude with them returning to the very same Maze. So why not the same be for RWBY? The ruins in the Emerald Forest were where our heroes first showcased their skills as huntsmen and huntresses and formed their signature teams. Like you, I’d love to see them return to those same ruins again.

I think it would be cool if the Relic of Choice was hidden somewhere in the Emerald Forest. If not Choice then perhaps Destruction. 

 “...Also, about his Sword. Not much is known about it, but my theory is this. His sword was the Relic of Destruction. Remember where the last battle took place; Vacuo. I think that Ozpin-The Great King used the Relic of Destruction to end the war.

Now, think of what we know about Jaune. He has seven sisters. He wasn’t able to make it into combat school, but wanted to be a warrior. He carries a hand-me-down sword from his great great great Grandfather who used it to fight in the Great War. Jaune means yellow, but Monty said that that wasn’t his color. His aura, which is normally the holders color, is white.

I believe Jaune’s the descendant of the Great King of Vale, and therefore of one of Oz’s incarnations. I believe his “heirloom” sword is the Great Kings sword and the Relic of Destruction....” 

Once again, the squiggle meister stands on the opposite side of the theory spectrum. Similar to the Jaune being Oz’s descendant popular theory, the one about Crocea Mors being the Relic of Destruction is another popular FNDM theory that I don’t agree with. Sorry. Another RWBY theorist cleverly pointed out that the Symbols for each of the Remnant Kingdoms were clues to what the Relics might be.

In the depiction of Vacuo’s Symbol, it’s not one blade but three. Not to take things literally but, what if ...the Relic of Destruction is comprised of three swords that when combined become one weapon of mass..well...destruction. It could also make obtaining the Full Relic of Destruction mighty tricky if all three Blades of the Relic were separated and unless they are found and recombined then the Relic of Destruction would not achieve its true form and full power. But that’s just a tiny hunch.

If I’m going off of the symbols as reference then Crocea Mors can’t be the Relic of Destruction because it looks nothing like the depiction in the Symbol for Vacuo. Not to mention that Crocea Mors is a sword and shield. The Relic of Destruction is just a sword.

I know there are a few fan theorists who have made posts highlighting visual proof of the resemblance between Crocea Mors and the Relic of Destruction that was the alleged signature weapon of the King of Vale. Still, I don’t buy it. It’s not that I find this theory hard to believe. I just don’t agree with it and I’ll share my reasons why.  

I’d like to believe that Crocea Mors holds the same value as the Oz-cane. It’s not a relic despite the many fans that think it is. But it does hold a unique sentimental quality about it that makes it special to its wielder. For Ozpin, his cane is special to him because of personal reasons that probably tie into his past whereas with Jaune, Crocea Mors is special to him for two main reasons. One, it’s a family heirloom passed down through the generations of huntsman in the Arc Family and secondly, the weapon was remade using materials from Pyrhha’s previous weapon as an eternal symbol of her legacy living on to continue to support Jaune in combat; the same way she did when she was alive as his ally and teammate.

It is for that last reason alone why I don’t think Crocea Mors is a relic. I don’t even want nor need it to be a relic. The only point that I will take from that theory is that Crocea Mors might be an on-screen clue as to what the real Relic of Destruction might look like. Perhaps Crocea Mors was modelled after the King of Vale’s legendary sword to the point that one could confuse it for the real thing.

That being said, I do believe Jaune will come to wield the Relic of Destruction for the future of RWBY. I stand with you on the point that there is something special about Jaune and I think him being the one to wield the power of a relic could be it. I’d like to think that the Relic of Destruction works the same as Thor’s Hammer or even better, the Legendary Sword: Excalibur. Do you know what would be really ironic? If the Relic of Destruction was inspired by Excalibur and the story of King Arthur. I’m no British history buff but wasn’t Arthur crowned the King of Britain after pulling Excalibur from the stone? Perhaps that how’s the King of Vale rose to sovereignty. By proving his worthiness by freeing the Relic of Destruction from its stone imprisonment and then using its mystical powers to bring Remnant to a time of peace and prosperity. I think it would be pretty cool if the King’s story followed Arthur’s with Ozpin being the voice in his head to guide him towards his destiny as the future ruler of Remnant. Makes me kind of giddy just thinking about it. So yeah, that’s what I think Jaune’s fate will be. He will be the next wielder of the Relic of Destruction. While I don’t stand with the popular theory of him being related to the King of Vale, I do stand with the theory of the Great-Great-Grandson of the King of Vale’s Pupil becoming his eventual successor. My theory is that Great-Great-Grandpapi Arc was an apprentice to the adult King of Vale who trained him to be a huntsman and even bestowed him with the weapon that he used to fight in the Great War alongside him: Crocea Mors. That’s my theory.

 “...Whatever the reason, I’m thinking that this story is a pretty good possibility. It would be too cut and dry if the series went “enter kingdom, learn some secrets, fight some bad guys, get the relic)” over and over. By that token as Beacon was a draw, Haven the good guys got, I think that the villains will acquire the Relic of Creation. I think that they will head for Vacuo and go through everything to find out that the Relic isn’t there. It hasn’t been for a while...”

While I wouldn’t exactly call the Fall of Beacon a draw; I do agree with you on the assumption that the villains may succeed in obtaining the Relic of Creation for the next arc. Since Beacon fell and the Haven Arc concluded with triumph, I think this could foreshadow a dark premise for the upcoming Atlas Arc. I think this could spell Atlas joining Mantle in experience a very cold winter. But again, just a tiny hunch.

I do really love your idea about a decoy Relic being planted inside of Shade Academy. That’s brilliant! It would be a perfect twist to differentiate the Vacuo Arc from the other kingdoms. As for the true whereabouts of the real Relic of Destruction. Well I already expressed my disagreement with Crocea Mors being revealed as the Relic of Destruction. I actually like the idea of the uncovering the Relic of Destruction tying into us learning the true story of how the King of Vale rose to power. Oooh! Do you know what would be cool? If the Relic of Knowledge was buried with the King of Vale after he died in the place where the King first discovered the legendary sword. Inside of an ancient tomb located somewhere hidden from the mortal eye, not in Vacuo but in Vale meaning that the gang would have to return to Vale to obtain both the Relics of Destruction and Choice; bringing the story full circle. I think that could be awesome!

“....They’ll use the Relic of Choice to give the Grimm Free Will and the ability to choose.

They’ll use Relic of Knowledge to give them knowledge of the world they live in and the ability to learn.

They'll use Relic of Creation to make the Grimm real, granting them substance and Aura.

And they’ll use the Relic of Destruction to give the Grimm the power to destroy their violent tendencies.

Finally ending the threat of the Grimm once and for all, and leading towards a path of acceptance and coexistence between Human, Faunus, and Grimm....”

Hmmm....that’s a really interesting perspective you have there. I like your idea of the combined power of the Relics being used to ‘correct’ or change the nature of the Creatures of Grimm. However...I don’t think that will necessarily stop the threat of the Grimm once and for all.

Remember the Grimm were created by the God of Darkness to originally destroy the creations of his brother: the God of Light. Even before man was made, the Grimm have always existed to destroy and create chaos and carnage wherever they go. Although, Professor...sorry Dr. Oobleck did point out in V2 that there are a few intelligent Grimm that have evolved and adapted to the ever-changing world that they’re forced to share with man. While I’m not sure if this is a sign that there are more intelligent Grimm species on par with the likes of humans, it does peak some interest.

‘...They'll use Relic of Creation to make the Grimm real, granting them substance and Aura...’ I’m not sure if this is how the Relic of Creation works. I mean I hope it does work like that because I’m hoping for the Atlas Arc that the Relic of Creation is used to have a Pinocchio effect on the revived Penny Pollendina (cause you know she’s coming back) and make her a real girl. But...I don’t think it’ll be a good idea to give the Grimm substance and Aura since...isn’t that not their main weakness? Since the Grimm lack a soul and thus are unable to produce an aura, this is the major advantage the Huntsman have over them since their able to use their aura and semblances to defeat the Grimm. If the Grimm gain such an ability as well...ermm...this could be neither good or bad.

I’m not sure how giving the Grimm, I guess more ‘human-like’ tendencies would help bring peace to Remnant though. If anything, this would only serve to create the same fragile temporary peace that currently exists in the series. Because what happens if some Grimm decide to continue to kill humans for the heck of it while others chose to live honourably? Then what happens if because of the Grimm attacks, the huntsman are forced to retaliate, rekindling the war between the Grimm and the Huntsmen yet again.

Unless the Relics are used to create a separate world where the Grimm can exist where they are no longer a threat to the People of Remnant or unless the Relics are used to erase the existence of the Grimm entirely or...even create a new species to counter the darkness of the Grimm....unless it’s either of those things, I’m not sure man. These final battle thoughts of yours got me pondering things.

Is it even possible to change the nature of the Grimm? I mean...I questioned if it’s possible for a huntsman to train a Grimm once upon a time because I wanted to have a main character (particular Oscar) befriend a Grimm to show a different side to these monstrous creatures. I dunno. Imma stick a pin in this one for now.

To conclude...

Overall, some pretty solid theories Bloom. I know I disagreed with some of your points but that’s mostly due to me having my own thoughts and opinions on some of the popular FNDM theories that you brought up. So I hope you still don’t mind my answers.

That being said, you brought up some really good, pretty thought-provoking points especially that last bit with your ‘RWBY Final Battle Thoughts’. I’ll share the links to your original three theory posts for anyone wishing to read them which I encourage.

Thanks for sharing your theories with me.

Bloomfireprincess’ RWBY Theories:

♦ RWBY Relics Part I ♦ RWBY Relics Part II ♦ RWBY Final Battle Thoughts 

♦ More RWBY Musings by Squiggles

~LittleMissSquiggles (2018)

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My Heroic AU (Now with even more OCs)

Warning: Longer(er) Post!

Doing another one of these explaining my AU posts because…people care?? Sure. I also will literally make up any excuse to talk about my OCs. I love them and I want people to know everything about them. I’m like an annoying mom. Click here for the first post about my AU and click here for my OCs. I’m gonna be introducing Rogues into this, which are people that work for neither Black nor White. They just do whatever they want and are incredibly lucky they’re alive.

Once again, if people that I tag don’t wish for me to use their art in this, then I am perfectly okay with that.

Now, let’s get right into the news

Dahlia/Floral Fatale (created by @atomic52) Age: ~500 Height: 5 foot 5 Job: Hero/Spy Species: Nymph Background: There’s not much known about Dahlia, since she doesn’t fully know her history herself. All she knows is that she was created, fully grown, in the middle of some forest that she just knew that she was meant to protect at all costs. Although, due to her being pacifist in nature (no pun intended), Dahlia made sure either people got lost within her forest or just happened to find their way back to the entrance again.

She has had to fight before, but never wishes to kill or spill any blood, not even a small scratch. So, she often just made the person fall unconscious or get a few bruises. She also makes sure to leave healing plants nearby, so that they got the care they needed.

White Hat ended up finding her on his law, disguised as a bed of bluebells in his garden, which he then thought that she would make a good spy. He even trained her within his own home, just in case she needed to be a houseplant at any chance. One would see that a pink-and-green-skinned female walking around would be very obvious, but, apparently, not on Hat Island…and with very stupid people. Personality: Dahlia is all things adorable and kind. Whenever she giggles or has any extreme happy emotion, she can spawn multiple flowers, trees, and whatever fauna she can imagine. She also loves to try and give second chances, which works out weirdly well. A person could be trying to set fire to her, but then mere moments later, they have their head on her lap, crying their eyes out about wondering why their parents never loved them.

Dahlia also communicates with flowers like a little old lady, except the flowers do have a way of responding. One may see flowers immediately bloom whenever she’s in a good mood or slightly wilt if she’s feeling sad. They also will even blow in the wind when talking back to her, even if she is in a windless room. She also even have names for each individual flower on her dress and will get slightly upset if you mess them up.

Despite being kind hearted, she is not naive. Dahlia often will question White’s decisions and wish to try to change his mind on his more crueler punishments, but she often gets ignored by him. So, she just tries to keep her distance, do as she is told, and talk to her flower buddies.

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Madeleine Barnes/The Executioner (created by @squiderdoodle) Age: 29 Height: (with boots on) 6 foot (with boots off) 5 foot 9 Job: Hero for hire/Sniper Background: Maddy was born out in a podunk town down in Alabama where pretty much everyone knew everyone. So, it wasn’t odd of her to know every single thing that’s going on in town and who all was going to be where. Her dad first taught her how to use a gun when she was about 5-years-old, since he wanted her to always have some way of protecting herself, but also to use it for the right reasons. This ended up getting her interested in artillery and even went to ranges starting when she was 10 or 11. She was especially interested in anything dealing with long-range.

When she was about 18, Madeleine was selected to be a part of government funding program that was meant to make superbeings to go against any of Black Hat level threat. They thought she made a good candidate, but no one ever told her why or how, just that she was simply selected..and that she had no choice. So, after going to an undisclosed location in the back of a van that had a white top hat on it, Mads was immediately put through multiple trainings (mostly including shooting and hand-to-hand combat) and screenings to see when she was ready for the serum they created.

Long, painful story short, after several years of multiple surgeries and injections, her body basically became almost impervious to any kinds of fractures or broken bones or even some diseases. She had enhanced endurance, agility, and sight, which was given to those that they believed would be better snipers. Madeleine participated in a few espionage events where she had to take out dictators, infiltrate secret organizations, and even save multiple hostages from a highly lethal situation. Despite being often in a team, she was the one mainly running ahead and taking most of the damage, messing up her body. However, she always had a smile on her face. As long as she knew she was helping people, she was okay. A happy gal.

The one time she frowned was when she was being taken away by a feathery, light grey-skinned man wearing a top hat and she watched as the rest of the candidate get slaughtered, due to being…inefficient. Personality: Madeleine has always been such a happy girl and always looking on the bright side, which often confused enemies she was dealing with. Heck, she could be fighting you face-to-face and still want to keep a conversation about your life goals. Her southern hospitality will sometimes get in the way of her judgement, since she will sometimes let those that she deem not a threat go or even offer lodgings. This often leads with her having to make quick escapes, due to her location being compromised.

She also ended switching to less lethal bullets and more like miniature injectors that mostly would knock an enemy out or put them to sleep. Mads just felt like those that are just working for some dictators didn’t deserve to die. Plus, she just knew that White would bring them back to life in a painful way, so…give them some kind of comfort.

She also loves to go working out or going for jogs when it’s bright and early. You better believe that she also waves hi and says good morning to everyone she passes. One time she even hugged someone so tightly, she accidentally severed their spine. …She sent many flowers. Mads will also have a few gym competitions with Clemencia to see who can get more fit, which it often ends with them dying of many sore limbs.

Madeleine is mostly loyal to White, due to trauma and sometimes he can be nice. …He’s a hero…he can’t be that bad.

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Father Paddock/B.P. (created by @realtoasted and @jaks-ass) Age: Old Height: 6 foot 3 Job: Rogue Background: B.P. remembers very little about his past life. When he was raised from the dead by a necromancer, all he knew were the initials B.P., that he were a plague doctor in his past life, and that magic was given to him by his “master”. He also knew much about the victims of his heinous crimes and felt like this revival were a punishment. So, when he killed his necromancer, he learned the ways of dark magic and set on a personal quest.

All those that he deemed unholy or a threat were given pestilence, sickness, and decay by B.P. and were tortured slowly as punishment. Those that weren’t a threat were promised a much quicker and peaceful death. Death will come to all. Personality: Due to being a walking corpse, who is nothing but bones, decaying skin, shriveled organs, and bone underneath, he has very little to no personality. B.P. cares very little for his victims and shows no joy and barely remorse for those who he will kill. However, he does show some guilt for those that he robbed off a good life many, many years ago. He believes that this will right the wrongs that he did so many years ago.

B.P. doesn’t care for White Hat or Black Hat nor does he fear them. He just wishes to do his job and be sent back to an eternal rest, despite knowing where he will go when he does sleep. However, he won’t say no when offered a job that he is even a little interested in, especially if it means taking away the life of those that have squandered it.

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Victor/Azrail (created by @lady-bepou) Age: As old as earth…but appears around 50 in disguise. Height: 6 foot 1 Job: Rouge Species: Lich Background: Unknown Personality: Victor is actually lich demon that’s disguised as a businessman that is a “rival” to White Hat and Black Hat. He mostly sells to the lower villains and heroes to help them rise to the top, those that are often in high regards with Black and White. However, there is a catch. They must either give their soul up to him or be ready to become amongst his legion. A lot often take the soul route, thinking that it’s the obvious choice, but once they step out of line, he crushes their soul and they suddenly succumb to something akin to a heart attack. Unfortunately, it is one they cannot live from and they end up becoming a part of his undead army. No memories, no emotion, nothing. Just a mindless puppet for him to enjoy playing with.

However, Victor does have standards. When it comes to taking the soul of children or parents, he will not steal them away. He deems them too easy to take control of and…it’s a little rude. He also rarely uses his magic and it only uses it for more defensive purposes. His magic is akin Black’s magic, but nowhere near as strong, but he definitely could put up a fight. Although, he tends to be more hidden when it comes to dealing with the Hats.

Victor also loves to manipulate those to think that they have control and once they believe they have the upperhand, he isn’t afraid to remind them that they are dealing with a demon. In that case, he has no problem slowly suffocating someone’s child, if it means that they can see the pained look on their face.

What else is there to say? It’s fun to be absolutely despised and feared.