#wildly robin energy

[simpingnbitching]

ok, fake cryptid batfam is feeding me so well right now

like “the rumor around gotham is that a Bat watched the night” type

Bruce meets the JL and they all think hes some sort of meta when in actuality they could probably kill him with no sweat if he was unarmed

Bruce taking every precaution to make sure they keep thinking that way

Robin gets introduced as Bruce’s son/fellow cryptid and they all collectively freak out bc “HOLY SHIT THERES ANOTHER ONE???”

Bruce having to make up some bullshit excuse for why Robin is a child and going around fighting crime (some excuse like: ACTUALLY he’s technically a thousand years old, so this is fine)

the rest of the batfam shows up with just elaborate fucking backstories all based in the original story that bruce made up

dick’s robin retires?

no worries, jason says, he’s currently waiting on his metamorphosis bc their species has to go through that before becoming an adult

jason dies but the backstory was that they were immortal?

no problem, tim explains that sometimes their species goes dormat because they’ve lost too much energy

they acquire steph, but only for a few days?

no worries, bruce explains, sometimes their species goes under shifting to find the right body

one of the ones that I read had Bruce using and recorder and faking having 2 hearts, which Clark could hear, and when the recorder broke, to bring in Robin and explain that Dick was his 2nd heart splitting off of him (The Hearts of Gotham by schrijverr on ao3)

another one was literally batfam pretending to be slightly human versions of the animals they were named after and kon, being desperately in love with tim as he does, decides to uses ttk to create and shape wildly expensive gems and diamonds for tim because he thinks that “birds like shiny things, right?” (tim is rightly very worried that kon, in his dumbassery, decided to make large enough diamonds to completely dismantle the industry) and clark is later shown these diamonds, also very worried about the sheer enormity of these gems (‘a fake cryptid and a real romantic’ series by suzukiblu on ao3)

another one had batfam using engineered wings for fight and flight and their wings were a perfect complement to their costumes

clark meets tim without wings and is freaking out because holy shit he has no wings did he rip them off where are they??

batfam bonds through wing painting and fixing and the jl is in awe of them and their wings

best part is most of batfam does not realize that jl thinks their wings are very real and not mechanics and only realize when one of the younger ones ask abt them (Loading and Aspect Ratio by JUBE514 on ao3)

plz plz plz give me more recs bc i love this trope so muchhh

[sh4nksslvt]

Giant Duck Incident

When Luffy mistakes a giant duck for dinner and ends up getting a kiss instead

LUFFY X GN!READER ౨��💗 ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, sfw

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only so expect this ffs a bit cringe

masterlist | ko-fi

words count: 1.1k

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

The sun was high, the sea was calm, and there were absolutely no signs of trouble.

Which, on the Thousand Sunny, meant one thing:

Trouble was coming.

“LUFFY, NO—!!”

Too late. You watched in horror as Monkey D. Luffy, your idiot-slash-sweetheart captain, launched himself full-speed off the ship.

“THAT’S A HUGE DRUMSTICK!!”

He landed with a wet splat on what you now saw was not, in fact, a drumstick, but a massive, living, very not amused yellow blob.

A duck.

A giant duck. Towering, glistening, waddling angrily in the shallows.

It honked—a sound that felt more like a roar—and thrashed its wings wildly, trying to throw the rubbery parasite off its back.

Luffy clung to its neck like a child to a carnival ride, cackling madly. “SHISHISHSHI IT’S THE SIZE OF A WHOLE BANQUET!!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “This man has the survival instincts of a particularly reckless bread roll.”

You glanced at the rest of the crew.

Zoro was asleep.

Sanji was busy sculpting carrot roses for Robin.

Robin was reading, obviously not surprised.

Nami looked up from her map just long enough to yell, “Not it!”

Usopp and Chopper screamed something about curses and jumped into a barrel together.

Which left you.

Of course it did.

—

The duck, still honking its fury to the high heavens, stomped in circles while Luffy attempted to bite its side. You sprinted down the ramp and into the shallow surf.

“LUFFY, GET OFF THE DUCK!”

“I’M TRYING TO TASTE IT!”

“IT’S A SENTIENT CREATURE!”

“BUT IT LOOKS SO CRISPY—”

The duck, insulted on a deeply personal level, launched itself upward in one majestic leap and sent Luffy flying through the air like a flailing meat meteor. He landed beside you, face in the sand, limbs splayed in defeat.

“…Ow,” he mumbled.

You sighed and knelt beside him. “You good?”

He gave you a thumbs-up, still face-down. “YUP! SHISHISHI”

You helped brush sand off his hat as he sat up.

“Luffy,” you said, trying to be calm, “you can’t eat random animals just because they’re big and vaguely drumstick-shaped.”

“But look at it!” he whined, pointing. “It’s got those golden thighs! The rotisserie energy! The juicy potential!”

“It has a name, probably. A family. A job.”

He squinted. “Maybe it’s an orphan with a deep desire to fulfill its destiny as dinner.”

You blinked then laugh at this. “… pftt! did you just create a duck backstory to justify your cravings?”

“Yes!” he said proudly. “That’s called empathy I think! SHISHISHI”

You stared at him, completely deadpan. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He blinked. Then beamed. “You think I’m cute?”

“…That was supposed to stay in my head.”

“TOO LATE!” he yelled, springing to his feet and throwing his arms in the air like a victorious meat wrestler. “Y/N THINKS I’M CUUUUTE!!”

“Luffy!”

“I’M CUTE! I’M CUTE! EVEN CUTER THAN THE DUCK!”

The duck, now perched like a war god on a rock, glared at him with pure malice.

You sighed. “We’re gonna be hunted by poultry assassins. I can feel it.”

—

Back on the Sunny, after Luffy was physically restrained from offering the duck “one little nibble,” peace was finally restored. The sun dipped low, painting the sky in soft golds and purples.

You sat on the deck’s edge, feet dangling over the sea. Luffy flopped beside you, hat tilted back, grin wide.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said suddenly.

You braced yourself. “If you ask me to cook duck—”

“No, no,” he chuckled. “I was gonna say... I like when you laugh.”

You turned to him, surprised.

He was watching you. Not in the usual Luffy way — not like when he spotted meat across the room, or stared down an enemy. This was the kind of look that made your chest feel warm and your brain do a little somersault.

“Earlier,” he said, “you laughed when I said something about empathy”

“Thats not... I was mocking you!,” you replied. “I thought I was about to watch you get pecked into a new time zone.”

“But you still laughed,” he said, all sunny and smug. “You always do.”

“That’s because you’re ridiculous.”

“You like it,” he teased, nudging your shoulder.

You bit back a smile. “I tolerate it. Barely.”

He tilted his head, expression soft. “Zoro said it’s obvious.”

“…You talked to Zoro about me?”

“I asked if I could kiss you,” Luffy said bluntly. “He said ask you, not him.”

Your brain fizzled. “Wait. What—”

“So,” Luffy continued, turning fully to face you with that open, earnest joy you’d come to adore, “can I?”

“Can you what?”

“Kiss you,” he said like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Your breath caught. This was the same boy who just tried to eat a duck like it was a buffet item. Who once got stuck inside a vending machine trying to retrieve a stuck candy bar. Who sometimes forgot his shoes and didn’t notice for an hour.

And yet.

Your heart fluttered like it hadn’t gotten the memo about logic.

“…Yes,” you said, quiet.

His face lit up like a festival. “Yeah?!”

You nodded.

He scooted close—awkwardly but gently—and cupped your cheek, his hand warm and calloused. The kiss was clumsy, sweet, quick. His nose bumped yours, and when he pulled away, he had that stupidly big grin that made your stomach flip.

“WHOA,” he whispered.

“Yeah,” you whispered back.

He leaned back on his hands, practically glowing. “Gonna tell Zoro it worked!”

“LUFFY—NO—!”

Too late.

“ZORO!! I KISSED Y/N!! AND THEY SAID YES!! YOU WERE RIGHT!!”

You groaned and dropped your head into your hands as Zoro’s muffled “I don’t care!” echoed from the crow’s nest.

Sanji’s head whipped up from the kitchen door, his cigarette dangling dangerously.

“WHAT?!”

Luffy turned mid-skip. “I kissed Y/N!”

Sanji's eye twitched. “I leave you alone for ONE romantic sunset and you SNEAK AHEAD?!”

You, now partially hiding behind the mast, groaned. “Oh no.”

“Luffy, you absolute—! That was supposed to be MY kiss! I was going to bring you a fruit parfait! HOW DARE YOU KISS MY Y/N~CHWANNNNN!”

Luffy skipped back to you, unbothered and beaming. “Wanna kiss again?”

You peeked through your fingers. “If you promise not to announce it like a seagull with a megaphone.”

He nodded. “Fineee!. But I will write it in my logbook shishishi.”

“…You have a logbook?!”

“It’s mostly meat sketches and battle doodles. But now it has you.”

And your heart, traitor that it was, somersaulted again.

You sighed. “Fine. Just… no more trying to eat ducks.”

He tilted his head. “What if it asks nicely?”

You groaned, flopping back dramatically.

And somewhere in the distance, a vengeful honk echoed over the sea.

[xiaq]

Is it time for a Steddie time travel fix-it AU? (yes)

A03

There’s something wrong with Steve Harrington.

It’s not that Eddie’s watching him. Not that he pays any special attention to him. But the guy is noticeable. He’s the closest thing Hawkins has to royalty: Rich. Star athlete. Attractive. He’s the cliche golden boy of every teen movie with his polos and letterman jacket and vacant, pretty smile as he walks down hallways with his arm around the girl-of-the-week. He’s a predictable staple; a static figure in the horror script that is Eddie’s high school existence.

So when Steve Harrington shows up to school on an otherwise ordinary Wednesday looking and acting really fucking different, Eddie notices.

Well, he doesn’t actually look all that different. The clothes are normal. But his hair is far from its typical careful coiffure, and there’s a frantic energy to him as he shoves his way through the double doors and jogs into the empty hallway.

He doesn’t see Eddie, tucked in the bathroom alcove.

The only people at the school this early are the marching band kids, wrapping up their hellishly early practice, and Eddie, waiting to sell to a tuba player with no concept of how much weed should actually cost. Eddie has no intention of informing him.

Steve Harrington, pacing in front of a segment of lockers, checking his watch, shoving his fingers through his hair, is wildly out-of-place in the bright-lit early-morning hallway.

And then, things get weirder.

Because Robin Buckley exits the band room and they both freeze.

“Fuck,” she says, “are you––”

“Rob,” Steve says, and it's the most gut-wrenching sound Eddie has maybe ever heard in his life.

She throws herself at him and they hug like—Eddie doesn’t even know. Like the people you see on the news from war zones who thought their family had been killed before a miraculous reunion.

“Are you ok?” she asks, voice cracked and carrying in the empty hallway. “I woke up this morning and my mom was just acting like everything was normal and I had to get to practice and I thought maybe it had all been some fucked up dream but even I’m not that creative.” She pushes away from him, tugging up the bottom of his shirt, “what about––are you––?”

He grabs her wrist, shaking his head. “No, I’m fine. I’m completely fine. I’m just…1983 me.”

What the fuck, Eddie thinks.

Well, he’s already been thinking that, but. What does that even mean? What else would he be?

“Are the kids ok?”

What kids?

“I don’t know. I don’t have a walkie or anything anymore it’s all––” Steve gestures, “reset. And if this is ‘83 then they’re all actual children again, El might not even be––and what if they don’t––”

“They have to. I mean, if we do, they have to, right?”

Are they on drugs? Is he on drugs? The blunt he smoked last night shouldn’t cause hallucinations. He pinches himself. Ow.

The band hall doors open again and Eddie shifts further into the alcove as several horn players walk past.

“We can figure things out after school,” Steve murmurs. “We just have to hold it together until then. I don’t know if we’re stuck here or not but if we are––”

“Right. Act normal. Just normal, 16-year-old Robin things. No problem.”

They grab each other again, a tight, desperate, embrace that is not at all normal, Eddie feels it’s important to point out. He didn’t even think that Harrington knew Buckley existed. It’s almost as strange as if Harrington decided to hug Eddie. Inexplicable.

They separate, Robin rubbing at her eyes and Harrington muttering something about not remembering his locker combination. Eddie’s customer arrives before he can decide if he wants to investigate things further.

Focusing in his first period is even more impossible than usual. Focusing on math is tedious enough normally, but when Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington are having some sort of shared nervous breakdown it’s even harder to care about logarithmic functions.

He sees Steve again in the hallway after first period and Eddie will admit he’s actively looking for him now. Steve is talking in hushed tones to Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Beyers of all people. His hair is an absolute wreck, and his posture is…Eddie doesn’t know how to describe it. 'Aggressive' isn’t quite right but it’s close.

And then, like Harrington has some sort of intuition he’s being watched, he glances up and meets Eddie’s eyes.

Eddie doesn’t know why he runs. His fight or flight instincts have been well-honed his 4 years at Hawkins High and there’s something about the feral-ness in Steve’s stance, the completely unfathomable emotion in his eyes, that has Eddie shoving his way around the corner and into the bathroom. He drops his lunchbox into the sink and pushes both hands into his hair with a quietly muttered: “fuck.” He feels like he might be going crazy.

The door opens.

“Eddie,” Steve says.

It sounds strangely similar to the way he’d said “Rob” that morning–full of something Eddie doesn’t understand.

“Harrington,” he says warily.

Steve takes two steps forward and Eddie automatically scrambles backward, running into the wall and bashing his elbow against the paper towel dispenser. Steve has never actually hurt him before, but some of the guys he hangs out with have and—

Steve freezes: both hands out, reaching for nothing.

“You don’t—?”

There’s a question, there, but Eddie has no idea what it is.

“Eddie?” he says again. This time, it’s desperate and Eddie has no idea why.

The only time he’s ever seen someone’s eyes look like this is when he was looking at his own reflection in the church’s bathroom mirror, clinging to the sink at his mother’s funeral.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. 

Steve’s jaw works. “You don’t remember,” he says blankly.

“Remember what? You’re kinda freaking me out, dude, which is impressive, considering,” he gestures expansively to himself, gives a little shake of his hips so the chains rattle.

Steve doesn’t laugh.

“You don’t remember,” he repeats, more to himself than Eddie. “But you’re ok?”

He’s looking at Eddie’s chest.

“Yes? A-okay. Tip top. Hagan barely touched me yesterday, if that’s what you’re talking about.”

“Tommy hurt you?” Steve says.

Well, shit. The crazy eyes are back. 

“Man, why do you care?”

“Sorry,” Steve says. “I’m sorry, I know this doesn’t make any sense to you, but can I just–”

Eddie lets him approach, this time. Lets him reach out to touch. It’s just one hand, at first, tentative, like Steve is expecting to be rebuffed, palm cupped to the ball of his shoulder over his jacket. “Sorry,” he says again, letting go only to reach for the hem of Eddie’s shirt, “Sorry, I know I probably sound crazy, I just––” he pulls it up, stares at Eddie’s side, and then lets out a hysterical little noise that sounds like a cross between a laugh and a sob.

“You’re ok,” he says.

His fingers are hot on Eddie’s skin, pressed light and shockingly reverent to the space between his hip and rib cage.

“You’re ok,” he repeats. It sounds like he’s trying to convince himself.

“Hey,” Eddie says, it comes out more breathless than he’d prefer but Steve fucking Harrington has him backed against a wall in a bathroom with his hands up Eddie’s shirt so he thinks a little lack of air is warranted. “Are you ok?”

The fingers on his abdomen flex.

“No,” Steve says. His eyes are wide and fathomless and the look on his face is terrible. “No, I’m not even remotely ok.”

It sounds like a confession. 

Steve lets go of Eddie’s shirt.

He takes a studied step back but then stops, palm still splayed on Eddie’s side, free hand reaching for Eddie’s arm, for his elbow, to cling, like he can’t quite force himself to stop touching; not yet. He’s looking at Eddie like Eddie has broken his heart which doesn’t make any sense because they don’t know each other. They’ve never spoken directly to each other in their lives. So there’s no reason that Steve should be looking at him, like, like––

Like he is.

They’re breathing each other’s second-hand air and Eddie can smell him and there have only been a few times in his life when a boy has looked at Eddie with even half the want that Steve Harrington is looking at him with now. And never, never has a man who looks like Steve Harrington looked at Eddie with anything approaching whatever the hell is on Steve’s face.

“Eddie,” Steve says, and he sounds so lost. 

Eddie’s not proud of it.

He runs away.

He shoves Steve to the side, wrenches open the door, and runs without stopping through the hall, outside, down the sidewalk, and onto the main road. He runs until he has to stop because he can’t breathe and only then does he bend over, hands braced on knees, and look behind him. He almost expects to see Steve has followed him.

He hasn’t. 

Eddie can't decide if he's relieved by that or not. And then he realizes he’s left his entire stash in the lunchbox in the bathroom.

“Fuck,” he hisses, straightening, hands on his head, lungs aching.

“Fuck,” he says again, just for the hell of it.

He has no idea what’s happening.

But what he does know is that something is seriously wrong with Steve Harrington.

Pt2 here.

[green-fifteen]

Mutts

tags: season 1, the Hendersons, animal shelter, Dog AU

word count: 640

Dog!stobin writes itself, honestly.

@stobinmonth prompt: pigeon (if you didn't know, pigeons=doves and since they live in a small town there's no way Dustin's ever seen a rock pigeon. doves is the closest most hoosiers get to pigeons sorry)

So I imagine that just after Will's disappearance, Claudia Henderson is feeling duly anxious about her latchkey kid being out and about by himself at all hours. She has a good long think about it and takes him to the animal shelter.

They're looking for something big, for protection. A volunteer directs her to a gorgeous chocolate lab mix with a flowing mane of brown fur. He hardly looks at them as they pass him, but Dustin is mesmerized.

"Can I meet him?" he asks the volunteer. They get him harnessed up and they all go outside. The dog seems to strut around the fenced-in perimeter like he's checking his territory, ignoring the Hendersons completely. He marches up to a shaggy black mutt, snuffling aggressively as he turns circles around him.

"Don't mind Steve," the volunteer tells them. "We think he secretly likes the other dogs, he just doesn't know how else to behave."

"His name is Steve?" Dustin says, dismayed. "What kind of name is that for a dog?"

Claudia looks thoughtful for a moment. "You know, I always liked that name. I thought if you ever had a brother, I'd probably call him Steven. Steven and Dustin, how nice is that?"

They watch the dogs interact until Dustin starts getting fidgety and restless. He finally springs up toward Steve, who jumps into play mode immediately. Claudia grins as the two of them chase each other around the patch of grass, Dustin cackling his head off. She's amazed to see the standoffish, superior-seeming dog match her son's energy move for move. It's like a personality change.

Eventually, a door opens with a different volunteer and a new arrival, fresh from intake. Their volunteer rushes to rein Steve in.

The other woman makes her way over. "I don't think you need to worry about Steve with this one," she says. "Robin's got a lot of fire."

As she says this, the yellow dog rips the leash right out of her hands to press her nose to Steve's.

It's immediately obvious that they're somehow obsessed with each other. No one can tell if it's a good thing or a bad thing. One moment they're tussling playfully and the next moment Robin has Steve's scruff between her teeth. Dustin is careful to keep him to the clear other side of the yard, but even still they seem pulled together like magnets.

When a mourning dove lands obliviously in the corner of the yard, they both yap their faces off and run wildly in the same direction. In the aftermath of the collision, Robin has a scraped paw pad and Steve has bloodied both of his lips from face-planting into the dirt. The dove is long gone.

After that, Dustin can't pry them apart.

"Okay, Dusty," Claudia says after about an hour. "How are you feeling?" She means about Steve-- about which dog he wants to take home with them. But Dustin is suddenly feeling torn.

He's imagining taking Steve and leaving Robin, the fear and uncertainty it will bring them both to separate them. To suddenly lose a friend.

Decided, he says, "I want both. I want Steve and Robin. We have no right to part them."

The volunteer smiles gently at him. "They've been together for 45 minutes, Dustin. I hardly think it'll kill either of them to be parted now."

"No. No way. Mom, we can't let them get adopted separately. Please."

And Claudia can see the change in Steve-- the way he went from distant to playful after Dustin approached him. And the way he is with Robin makes them both seem like puppies, carefree and joyful. The way it's supposed to be. She looks at her son and sees tears hovering in his eyes.

What the hell, she thinks. It's cheaper to buy dog food in bulk, anyway.

[hummingbird24220]

Chapter Forty One: Chores, Chaos, and Catgirl Specialties

Nami’s orders had been clear: “You’re helping today.”

But what she hadn’t specified was how.

So, naturally, the day turned into a full-blown chore montage, starring you—one (mostly) willing, fluffy, mildly mischievous crewmate—and a wildly unorganized cast of Straw Hats giving you the most bizarre, extremely specific tasks that only you could do.

Scene One: Zoro’s Training Deck Task: Chase him around to make him “stay awake” while meditating.

You skittered on all fours toward Zoro’s cross-legged form.

He cracked an eye open. “Don’t.”

“Too late,” you grinned, and launched yourself at him with a war cry and claws just barely retracted.

Cue a series of Zoro dodging, grumbling, and you trying to sit in his lap like a weighted distraction cat.

Scene Two: Usopp’s Workshop Task: Sort “totally-not-dangerous” ammo by texture.

“Smooth! Gritty! Cold! Slightly fuzzy??” you announced, tail flicking as you sniffed and rolled every piece like a sommelier of death.

Usopp was taking notes. “You’re amazing.”

You looked up, nose twitching. “I found one that smells like cheese.”

“…That one’s cursed. Throw it in the ocean.”

Scene Three: Robin’s Reading Nook Task: Flip book pages for her with your tail.

She gave you one look. “Are you sure?”

You grinned. “Watch this.” flip.

Robin raised a brow. “You’re hired.”

Scene Four: Chopper’s Mini Clinic Task: Act like a patient so he can rehearse emergency procedures.

You lay dramatically across the bed. “Doctor,” you whispered hoarsely. “I’ve been struck with a horrible case of having too much main character energy.”

Chopper: full panic mode. “OH MY GOD—OKAY—OKAY—I’LL GET THE HERBS—”

You purred. “He buys it every time.”

Scene Five: Sanji’s Galley Task: Taste test every sauce he’s working on.

You sat on the counter, spoon in mouth, tail wagging, muttering, “Too spicy. Not spicy enough. This one made me emotionally vulnerable. That one tastes like lust.”

Sanji: sweating You: smug

Scene Six: Franky’s Engine Room Task: Crawl into tiny crawlspaces that only someone fluffy and bendy could access.

Franky handed you a wrench. “Tighten that one bolt next to the wire spaghetti.”

You saluted and disappeared into the wall like a gremlin.

Franky called after you, “Yell if anything explodes!”

You yelled before anything exploded.

Just in case.

Scene Seven: Nami’s Command Chair Task: Count coins for her until your attention span gives out.

Nami watched you fumble through 57, 58, 59… “...cat.”

“Eh?”

“You said ‘cat’ instead of sixty.”

“...Close enough.”

Nami pinched the bridge of her nose. “I need a raise just for dealing with you.”

Final Montage Clip: You Flopped flat on the deck by sunset. Covered in sauce, smelling like wire, and faintly glowing from mysterious exposure to “ammo cheese.”

You let out a slow, dramatic exhale. “...I am so helpful.”

Luffy flopped beside you and grinned. “You’re the best helper ever.”

Zoro passed by with a mutter: “You bit me.”

“That was team motivation.”

--

It started, as most things did aboard the Sunny, with a casual, chaotic moment of crewmate observation that spiraled quickly into deep horror and mild awe.

You were currently half-inside the floor of Franky’s engine room.

Legs straight up. Tail flicking. Arms wedged impossibly between pipes and coils. Back bent at an angle no living creature should ever survive.

“Can’t reach it—” you grunted from the void. “Gimme the wrench. No, the small one. No, smaller. No, even smaller.”

Franky crouched beside you, totally unbothered. “Here you go, fuzzball.”

“Thanks, bro.”

You twisted a bit further.

The crew was just passing by above deck when Zoro paused mid-sip of his drink.

His brow furrowed.

“…Is that her leg?”

Sanji looked up from a bowl of fruit and squinted over the railing.

“...That’s definitely her leg.”

Chopper stopped walking, pointed. “Why is it behind her head?”

Usopp shrieked. “WAIT—NO—THAT’S—IS THAT HER BACK OR HER STOMACH?!”

Luffy ran over, eyes sparkling. “COOL! Is she folded in half?!”

Robin just sipped her tea, smiling. “Fascinating.”

Below deck, your voice drifted up: “Can someone not scream while I’m gripping a live wire with my teeth?! Thanks!”

Zoro muttered, “She looks like a… like a… broken shrimp.”

“She looks like a possessed sock puppet,” Sanji mumbled, eyes wide. “I’m scared to ask which part is supposed to bend like that.”

Luffy stuck his head in through the hatch. “Are you a noodle?”

You casually popped your head back out beside him, completely upside down, eyes half-lidded. “Certified bendy beast, captain.”

He gasped. “Can you turn into a pretzel?”

“Only emotionally.”

You pulled yourself out of the panel with a grunt, stretching in one fluid, elastic motion that made several bones crack in ways that made everyone flinch.

Your spine looked like it waved at them.

You straightened with a proud grin, holding up a greasy bolt. “Fixed it!”

Franky gave you a high five. “SUUUUPER impressive contortion, bro!”

You dusted your hands off on your shirt. “It’s the fur. Reduces friction.”

Zoro looked vaguely traumatized.

Sanji was holding a fruit like it had offended him. “Don’t ever do that again without a warning.”

Luffy latched onto your shoulders. “Teach me the noodle ways!!”

You grinned.

“Only if you survive the pretzel trial.”

He cheered.

Zoro quietly walked away before he had to see your foot behind your head again.

--

After your impromptu horrifyingly bendy display in the engine room, the crew continued about their day in varying degrees of shock, awe, and concerned fascination.

You, however, simply returned to your usual routine: snacking, tail-swatting Usopp on purpose, and draping yourself across furniture like royalty with no bones.

But Robin had questions.

And when Robin had questions?

You sat still.

You cooperated.

Because everyone knew: when Nico Robin gets curious, you're either about to have a very enlightening conversation… or become a case study in someone’s memoir.

She found you on the lounge couch, upside down, legs hooked over the backrest and head hanging off the edge, tail swaying above like a hypnotic metronome.

“(Y/N),” she said calmly, as if this pose were perfectly normal, “do you have a moment?”

You blinked from your upside-down perspective. “For you? Always.”

Robin sat gracefully beside you, notebook in hand, already flipped open to a page labeled ‘Goblin Physiology — Notes.’

“You're unusually flexible,” she said, eyes soft but analytical. “The crew was… impressed.”

“I am basically the lovechild of a cat and a rubber band,” you said proudly, rolling into a sitting position with one weirdly fluid twist of your spine.

Robin didn’t even flinch.

“You’re not a Devil Fruit user,” she noted, tapping her pen. “And yet you exhibit extremely elastic movement in your joints, spine, and shoulder sockets.”

You nodded. “Yeah. My bones don’t really listen to gravity.”

“May I ask how far you can turn your neck?”

You slowly turned your head almost 180°.

Usopp screamed in the background.

Robin scribbled something. “Noted.”

She asked you to stretch, to crouch, to jump.

She measured how far your tail could reach (answer: too far).

She tested how your ears rotated independently.

She asked what your diet was (“mostly cheese and violence”), what your sleep schedule looked like (“optional”), and what your average daily amount of chaos was (“...like... a seven?”).

Eventually, she sat back with her notes, thoughtful.

“You may be the most peculiar biological anomaly I’ve ever encountered.”

You beamed. “Thanks, Mom.”

She smiled. “I didn’t say it was a compliment.”

“I’m choosing to take it that way.”

You flopped across her lap like a warm, purring blanket and peeked at her notes.

“They gonna dissect me when I die?”

“Only if you let us,” she said sweetly, patting your head.

“I want to be taxidermied doing a backflip.”

Robin blinked once.

“Duly noted.”

Across the room, Sanji walked in, took one look at you folded like a croissant across Robin’s lap, and walked straight back out.

Zoro: “Smart move.”

[redhoodinternaldialectical]

5 and 8 for Jason, and 19 and 21 for Tim?

Hello laufire :D I've seen you around in my notes a fair few times, thank you for the ask!

Jason first bc I am predictable 😌

5. First song that comes to mind for this character?

Dana Dan by Bloodywood! I had it as his theme song long before I started headcanoning him as religiously Hindu and the music video feels all the more appropriate now that I do!

There are a LOT of runners up, sixteen in specific I could name off the top of my head bc I made a whole character playlist for him and I listen to it every time I drive (burned CD in my car :3)

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Hoo boy, that competition is FIERCE lol I try my best not to talk about it in terms of complaints though. That's just not the energy I wanna have most of the time. That being said, since you asked for some salt ye shall receive hehehe!

I think the through line of the most annoying stuff is that people will point at something Jason did in his villain era and twist it wildly out of proportion into something unequivocally EVIL and then everyone else will (incorrectly imo!!!) claim that it's out of character and due to writers that hated him and we should throw it out.

The worst example of this by far is his fight with Mia Dearden

First of all, it was written by JUDD FUCKING WINICK so yeah this was not a matter of an unfavorable writer!! Second of all, I think it's a goddamned masterpiece of a comic, and THE successor to UtRH

So like you have the second Robin, born into grinding poverty, having to commit crime to survive, joining up with a vigilante mentor, and killing someone for the greater good, and then being utterly destroyed... and then you have the second Speedy, born into grinding poverty, having to commit crime to survive, joining up with a vigilante mentor, and killing someone for the greater good, and then growing from that to become a fully fledged hero in her own right! So similar and yet their paths have been so different with Mia healing and becoming even stronger and Jason having been isolated and pushed to villainous extremes.

Then during that confrontation each of them know about the other through hearsay and research, but have never met before. Each make their own assumptions and then prove that they are more than what was assumed of them! Jason makes a deeply flawed but earnest attempt to try and connect with Mia and she rejects it because she has the support he never did and therefore has already long ago grown passed what has destroyed and consumed him!!

And some people REDUCE their fight to just "evil scawy Jason trying to hurt poor widdwe Mia"???????????????????????????? Might I challenge those responsible to a duel of paintball rifles at dawn?!?!?!?

Kinda the entire fucking point of an antagonist is to let the complexities and nuances of the characters shine, and that's doubly true of antagonists that used to be protagonists! Mia and Jason are such amazing narrative foils for each other, and tbh, Jason himself is an extremely good foil in general! On top of that the Arrows have long been foils of the Bats, so Bruce and Ollie also foil each other in the background brilliantly as Jason runs rings around them both!!!!

I would need to start pulling up pictures of comic pages and write a full length essay to get into proper depth with it (And I do intend to eventually!!) but the way they each interact with that fight and with their own histories going into it is great for both characters and it's just... gah... basically my favorite comic ever and it's stuck in this meaningless tug of war over "characterization" from two sides who both mostly haven't read the damned thing, let alone properly dug into the analysis of why Jason did any of that or what it might mean to Mia beyond just being unpleasant...

I would KILL to get DC to let me write a Mia and Jason comic. There's so much fun shit that they could do together, no matter if they were allied or enemies, I'm gonna have to write it as fanfiction tbh, but the fact that Green Arrow (2001) #69 - #72 is completely ignored until someone wants to use it as flat proof of 'Jason bad and ur bad for liking him' is just...

Le sigh...

Anyway what the fuck was I doing? Answering an ask lol??

Okay here we go: Timmy Time!

19. A relationship in canon that you don't like?

Its gotta be Steph simply due to how badly it was mishandled. As usual with female characters, I feel like Steph's nuance and strength as a character was in direct conflict with how the authors implemented her narrative role as a love interest. The fact that Tim was flat out casually misogynistic to her for her whole introduction and it wasn't treated properly as a flaw is a deal-breaker for me. The amount of Steph's Wikipedia biography that's Tim's love life makes me want to commit arson. The ship itself in isolation from much of the canon may have potential, and the canon material itself isn't all bad by any means, but to me the relationship still feels like a net loss.

21. I do indeed write, uh, a considerable amount of fanfiction about this dude, so: What's your favorite thing to do in fics when it comes to this character? Something that you don't like?

I like making him more unhinged. Or rather, I interpret his early actions as having been spectacularly unhinged, and like to imagine he kept that energy up into later years. I'm so not interested in Tim being a well adjusted person tbh I want him in my wonderful little Freak 4 Freak ship being spectacularly messed up and incredibly weird with nonsensical ideas about how boundaries work

For what I don't like... Hmmmm, this one's a little hard to answer because most of that falls into the neutral category of stuff I have no interest in writing at all, and so I just don't lol

I suppose I don't like to do apologies, though I have written one. I like to get down into the messy depths of sympathy and resentment by having him talk about those conflicts with the allies that have hurt him. However, I think the direct contrition and simplicity of apologies has less and less appeal to me the more I develop as a writer. Apologies retroactively cement an idea of fault and blame. I think there's more room for exploration in having the characters talk through all of the components of the issue without ever having that particular kind of confrontation.

Thank you very much again for the ask!!! I hope this was a fun read :3

[zahri-melitor]

Okay a loose Recent Reads roundup:

Birds of Prey: Sirens of Justice: so I was lured (tricked) into reading this as Gail Simone wrote one of the stories, even though it, sigh, contains far too much Harley Quinn due to movie synergy. The Dinah and Helena banter is decent, but otherwise this felt...aggressively fine. The Helena story is very pat in terms of how people tend to write Huntress shorts, though I guess it wasn't 'Helena worries about a student' this time.

The Question: The Deaths of Vic Sage: very much in conversation with O'Neil's run, of course, and also clearly reacting to contemporaneous US racial discussions. Shifting Myra to be the Mayor's sister not wife definitely alters her position in the narrative, particularly in terms of her obligations and response to situations. It is incredibly bleak in places, but that simply reflects the run it is based on and is a tribute to.

Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen: This is definitely for the Silver Age fan. Matt Fraction manages to string together solving a complex assassination plot over 12 issues by telling the story in short, 2-4 page sections that wildly jump around the timeline and are framed by 'the many ridiculous things that have happened to Jimmy Olsen'. I have absolutely no handle on the canonicity of some of this, particularly the extended Olsen family, and not knowing probably makes this read more easily. Looking at it as a whole, I'm impressed how well Fraction stitched what was effectively episodic 2 page fills into a complete narrative. The energy of the story is relentless. Best read in small doses.

Batman: Pennyworth R.I.P: god this comic could have been so much better than it was. It’s fine and accomplishes exactly what it was intended to do - tell a story of how Alfred influenced and looked out for each of Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian and Barbara - and sets everyone up to be mildly pissed at Bruce. But just for one example, it would have been HUGELY more powerful if they’d been able to use Dick, with his memories just restored, facing the fact he wasn’t there when Alfred needed him and his last interactions were so impersonal and spent pushing Alfred away.

Catwoman 80th Anniversary 100-Page Super Spectacular: again, underwhelming. Tom King played shipper and wrote his version of how the Helena Wayne story should work; the Dixon story felt 90s appropriate but the art was dire; Brubaker’s felt like a missing scene to his run; Dini’s honestly wasn’t up to the standard I’d hope for from Dini. The art pieces were great though; a lot of good commissions.

Robin 80th Anniversary 100-Page Super Spectacular: I cannot work out who chose the covers used in the issue, which swing between 'iconic' and 'reminding everyone ASBAR exists was unnecessary, DC'.

Generally: they did manage to round up fairly iconic lineups for most of the stories, with some chopping and changing for a few.

Wolfman got another run at trying to frame the 'Dick quits v Bruce fires him' debate; Dixon and Grayson both submitted literal fills (Dixon's is a scene immediately after Nightwing #19 1996 and before #20; Grayson's is at least just an extra story that fits into #1-12 of her Titans 1999 run on a day all the second stringers didn't come to work). I don't actually have a problem with any of these - they're nice additional material, but mostly more of the same. Seeley & King's suffers from the usual Seeley problem for me where it would be vastly improved by having a different focus; but it does feel straight out of his Grayson run, with everything that implies (down to the St Hadrian's student I wish was not present). All of the Dick stories are basically "we got the team back together" creative line ups.

Jason, in contrast, makes it really obvious that nobody can define a definitive Jason run, and so gets the tiniest story with Winick and Dustin Nguyen. I checked, and Nguyen did draw part of UTRH, but I wouldn't have associated him as a character-defining artist for Jason. The story's cute. Winick sidestepped having to commit to anything about his opinions on post-Flashpoint Jason direction.

Tim got Adam Beechen (which honestly makes me happy, I don't care about anyone else's opinion) and luxuriates in Tim having to play civilian; Tynion gets a Rebirth story that I can't quite work out his timing on (it's supposed to be a prequel, but Dick is already back in costume as Nightwing and talking to Tim, suggesting that several issues of the Rebirth Nightwing take place significantly before 'Tec #934) that is a classic 'Tim tells everyone how he feels about his brothers' story. I realise everyone boring has complained about Tim calling Damian a 'horrible gremlin' but the thing is you see I can only read nicknames like that as full of affection. The back and forth is an important part of their relationship, as shown by Damian snapping 'you're only listening to the insults'.

Steph gets her 71 days as Robin slightly padded out and Amy Wolfram manages to pick up Willingham's tone pretty well; I suspect she liaised with Damion Scott quite a bit on this piece.

Damian has a Super Sons piece from Tomasi, because it's the most lighthearted option available and it sells very well (it's sickly sweet). Which was probably the right call as the other piece is clearly written by Robbie Thompson to accompany his Teen Titans run and for the downward spiral going on there. Which is honestly a bit of a pity for Damian, given everyone else got feature pieces from favourite runs, and he got the 'this slots into your current story' piece.

[stevesjockstrap]

Grumpy Gremlin

@steddiemas day 4: Questionable Christmas Movies

All of my takes on these prompts have been goofy af. Apologies for another Gremlins take but I couldn’t get it out of my head. I am Steve always.

Rated: T | spoilers for Gremlins

“I can’t believe you’re taking their side!” Steve angrily raked his hands through his hair again, it was probably sticking straight up by now. He stomped over to the tv and paced back across the room.

“Baby, it’s okay. I’m not allowed to disagree with you?” Eddie raised his eyebrows at him from the couch, maybe finally understanding that he wasn’t going drop this.

Arms flailing wildly, he nearly screamed, “No! Especially because they’re not right! Gremlins is a Christmas movie! I can’t believe my platonic soulmate and my boyfriend are idiots!”

“Excuse me?” Robin piped up from where she was sprawled on the floor.

“You heard me. It’s set during Christmas! Gizmo is a Christmas present! It’s a lesson about how you shouldn’t buy your kids pets for holidays!” He paced back and forth, punctuating his argument with aggressive arm movements. Stopping in front of the tv to put his hands on his hips, he rounded on everyone. “There’s the whole thing about the girl’s dad dying in the chimney dressed up like Santa! It’s Christmasy!”

“Ew,” came a voice from the couch. “I’m changing my vote. That’s definitely not Christmasy.” She wrinkled her nose and shook her head.

“Max!” He swung around to start pacing again and threw his hands up. “C’mon. This is crazy.”

“Stevie,” Eddie had gotten up to come pull his wild hands down and held onto them. “I support the watching of horror movies year round, alright? It’s a creature feature based during Christmas, but it is not a Christmas movie.”

“You’re- I can’t believe this! You-” he huffed, some of the wind coming out of his sails just with the proximity and the adoration on Eddie’s face.

“You, baby, love of my life, best friend, life partner, are just going to have to lose this one,” Eddie said gently.

“I can’t believe only Argyle agrees with me. The soundtrack is all Christmas songs!” But he could feel all the crazed energy seeping out of him. His shoulders dropped and he sighed.

Eddie sent him a filthy smirk as his back was to the kids. He started walking backwards and slowly pulled a deflated Steve by his wrists. “You know how much I love watching you get all riled up, sweetheart. It’s so hot,” he murmured, and when he got to the entryway he looked up, putting on a dramatically shocked face. “Well, what do we have here? Mistletoe?” He grinned and cupped his jaw as he leaned in.

“That’s not going to work-” He gasped as a tongue swiped over his bottom lip. Eddie took the opportunity to bite into his lip. With a groan, he succumbed to this very dedicated distraction technique until Dustin piped up from the floor.

“So what are we going to watch?”

[teleportationmagic]

There's a lot of interesting things that could be done with Steph in a team context, and a lot of really disappointing ones, but pretty fundamentally I think she'll turn out fine if Adams knows why her being a mentor for a bunch of superhero kids is kinda inherently hysterical.

Like, taking this kid who's not really been in a superhero team for any extended period of time, and putting her in charge Red Tornado style? Hilarious. Putting her in a mentorship position when her own mentorships have been so historically fraught? Fabulous. Having her babysitting a bunch of twelve to fourteen year olds in her first year in collage? Stupendous. Ideally hoping for the same energy as Donna Troy in that Titans issue with Robin Jason, as she is wildly in over her head. Also hoping for another member her age for her to play off in more complicated ways.

[nikrei]

Obsessed with how the pre-crisis robin transfer happens honestly. You've got the traditional new robin steals the suit and goes out without permission:

(Batman 366)

But, wildly Bruce uses his words and they talk to each other! They disagree! They talk it out! They hug it out!

(Batman 366)

Jason goes back to his cute Jason not!Robin costume:

(Batman 367)

They brainstorm hero names together! And they are so so bad at it:

(Detective Comics 534)(I don't think bluejay and cardinal are awful, Jason!)

Then Dick shows up! The Titans are smack in the middle of Judas Contract, Wally has just quit, and Dick has hung up his mantle as he considers his identity as an adult. He gets a voice in what happens to his identity! He personally hands over the costume and gives his blessing!

(Batman 368)

Emphasis is put on the importance on legacy

(Batman 368)

It's just handled with way more nuance than it ever is after this, which makes sense! It's the first time this has happened in comics! Dick's been robin for more than 40 years! Everyone loves him, of course the writers are gonna be careful about it this time! I just wanna bring some of that energy to all the other hand offs.

[alysannesconfessions]

Chapter Eleven: The Path to Dressrosa

The Thousand Sunny sailed smoothly under the moonlit sky, the sea calm after the chaos they had barely escaped. Punk Hazard burned in the distance, but no one was looking back anymore.

They had won.

And now, they celebrated.

The kitchen was alive with energy, the crew buzzing with conversation as Sanji’s cooking filled the air with mouthwatering aromas. Luffy was already drooling over the feast, his eyes sparkling as he stared at the sheer amount of food on the table.

“ALRIGHT!” Luffy cheered, smacking the table with both hands. “LET’S EAT!”

Sanji, already irritated, smacked him over the head with a ladle. “WAIT UNTIL EVERYONE SITS, YOU DAMN GREMLIN!”

Luffy whined, rubbing his head. “BUT I’M STARVING!”

“You’re always starving,” Nami muttered, rolling her eyes.

Shadow, already comfortably seated, smirked at the scene. “Some things never change.”

Zoro snorted, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, like Luffy eating us out of food stores every damn time.”

Sanji sighed dramatically, placing a massive tray of roasted meat at the center of the table. “Well, if we run out of food, we’ll just have to throw him overboard.”

Luffy gasped in horror, gripping his plate protectively. “YOU WOULDN’T!”

Sanji smirked. “Try me.”

Usopp wiped fake tears. “Rest in peace, Captain.”

Brook laughed. “Yohoho! That would be quite the bone-rattling experience!”

Law, who had been quietly standing near the entrance, arms crossed, watching the insanity unfold, exhaled sharply.

What the hell had he gotten himself into?

Shadow, catching his hesitation, kicked out the chair beside her. “Sit down before Luffy eats your share.”

Law narrowed his eyes at her. “You assume I want to stay.”

Shadow smirked. “You assume you have a choice.”

Brook tilted his head. “Captain Law, do you not eat with your crew?”

Law raised a brow. “Not like this.”

Franky grinned. “WHAT, YOU MEAN WITH FOOD AND LAUGHTER AND PEOPLE ACTUALLY LIKING EACH OTHER?!”

Robin chuckled, sipping her wine. “It must be quite the adjustment.”

Law sighed heavily.

Luffy gestured wildly to the empty seat. “Torao! Sit! We’re all gonna eat together!”

Before Law could argue, Luffy grabbed his arm and yanked him down into the chair.

Law glared.

Luffy grinned.

Shadow laughed.

“Eat before Luffy steals your food,” she warned.

Luffy, already reaching for Law’s plate, froze as Law’s cold golden gaze pinned him in place.

“…I’ll just eat mine,” Luffy muttered, retracting his hand.

Usopp whistled. “Damn. That was a death glare if I’ve ever seen one.”

Sanji lit a cigarette, smirking. “Welcome to the madhouse, Trafalgar.”

Zoro raised his cup. “You either keep up, or you get trampled.”

Brook laughed. “It’s survival of the fittest, yohoho!”

Law pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly wondering why he had agreed to this alliance in the first place.

Shadow, amused by his suffering, nudged him. “Just eat, Captain.”

Law sighed but picked up his chopsticks anyway.

Shadow, watching him, smirked. “Careful, Captain. If you enjoy this too much, you might actually start liking it here.”

Law huffed. “Doubtful.”

Robin smiled knowingly. “We’ll see.”

As the meal stretched on, the warmth of camaraderie filled the air. Stories were exchanged, drinks were passed around, and even Law found himself answering the occasional question.

Luffy, grinning mid-meal, pointed his chopsticks at him. “Hey, Torao, what’s your crew like?”

Law paused, caught slightly off guard. “They’re efficient.”

Sanji raised a brow. “That’s it?”

Zoro scoffed. “Sounds dull.”

Usopp waved a hand. “Come on, man! Any funny stories?”

Law exhaled. “Bepo gets stuck in doorways sometimes.”

Silence.

Then—

Brook burst into laughter. “THAT’S HILARIOUS!”

Luffy cackled. “BEPOOOO!”

Franky slammed the table. “THAT’S NOT JUST FUNNY, IT’S SUPERRRR FUNNY!”

Even Robin chuckled.

Law, clearly regretting sharing anything, sighed. “This is why I don’t talk.”

Shadow, barely holding in her laughter, smirked. “Oh, you’re never living this down, Captain.”

Law glared at her. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

Shadow leaned closer, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “And you’re adjusting too fast.”

Law stiffened.

She was right.

This shouldn’t feel… comfortable.

But, somehow, it did.

The night stretched on, the crew laughing and celebrating as the waves carried them toward Dressrosa.

Law, watching them, exhaled.

Shadow was still smirking at him.

And despite himself—

He wasn’t entirely dreading what came next.

[butwhatisit]

The bar was dark, but that was no surprise. Given that the building looked like someone's abandoned garage press-ganged into service, it was likely better that nobody could see the details very well. Robin held on to Steve's elbow warily as they followed Eddie through the crowd. He'd never been here before either, but this was his sort of crowd and he had the most confidence of the three of them.

When they were close enough to the stage, Eddie leaned back into Steve's space. "You think this dude is really going to look enough like me to freak Wayne out?" he asked.

Steve shrugged. "You look like half the guys in here," he said. "Wouldn't surprise me."

"Rude, I am a special and unique flower," Eddie protested. "A very metal one."

"Right, a metal flower."

On the unlit stage they could see the shadows of people setting up instruments and amps. The set was due to start in ten.

Robin joined the huddle. "This person must play guitar, right? If they were mistaken for you."

"Yeah," Eddie said. "Dude, he better not be better than me or I'm gonna be so mad."

Steve scoffed. "Unlikely," he said. If he had planned on extrapolating, he was cut off by the flicking on of the center stage lights. Standing at the mic was a lanky man with a haircut best described as "confusing". He shook his head as if resettling it would change the situation. It did not.

"Hey," he shouted with a distinct German accent. "You ready to have your eardrums fucking destroyed?"

"No," Robin immediately replied, and Steve snorted. Eddie shoved Steve into Robin and yelled "Yeah!" with the rest of the crowd.

Behind the singer, the drummer settled in, playing a roll to wind up the energy. The guitarist and bassist plugged in, and everything was silent for a moment.

The stage lit up with red light, and the guitarist stepped up. The first chords sent a frisson of energy through the crowd, and Steve froze.

The guitarist looked like Eddie. Not just a little, but wildly. They had the same dark eyes, the same mouth, the same stance. Dark curls fell around their face as they played, fingers flying, a wild, dimpled smile overtaking their face as they rolled into the song.

"Holy shit," Robin said, grabbing Steve's arm and yanking. "Their Eddie is a girl, she's a girl."

Eddie was struck dumb. "That's my face," he said.

Steve shook off his stupor and took in the whole picture. He couldn't see her without seeing Eddie overlaid, almost like double vision. Combat boots. Fishnets. A pair of black leather shorts that he couldn't stop picturing his Eddie wearing. (His? What? Nevermind, Steve would deal with that later.) A torn up tank top made from a Motorhead shirt. Leather cuffs on her wrists and black nail polish on her fingers.

Steve did not want to address it, but his dick had no problem about letting him know that seeing his Eddie in more leather would be just fine, actually.

Robin jabbed her elbow in his ribs. "Earth to Steve, you're staring."

Eddie had fallen silent next to him.

The singer never bothered introducing himself or the band, and they rolled through several covers before not-Eddie switched her bass for a lead guitar.

"We had a request," the singer said. He gestured toward not-Eddie, and they swapped places, him into the red backlighting and her into the spotlight.

She grinned like she had a secret.

"Thanks for asking for me," she said into the mic. "Even though I know you only asked because you're an asshole."

A man in the crowd whooped, clearly pleased with himself and quite drunk.

She started to play, rough and fast.

"If you like to gamble, I tell you, I'm your man," she sang, half growl. Eddie whooped in support, and for just a moment she caught his eye in the crowd. Her face paled and she visibly shook herself before pushing on with the song.

"Caught," Eddie said.

When the set was over, she handed her guitar to the other guitarist and jumped down off the stage, eyes darting around before she spotted Eddie. She cut through the crowd toward them, and Eddie reached toward Steve in a thoughtless panic.

Steve took his hand, lacing their fingers and squeezing reassuringly.

We can freak out about holding Steve's hand later, Eddie told himself as the girl stopped in front of him.

She was a bit shorter than he was, but she had a presence that didn't make that obvious despite the fact that he was looking down at her. She looked at him with a confused squint.

"Why do you have my face?" she asked.

"Why do you have mine?" Eddie asked.

"I asked first!"

"I had the face first!"

"You don't know that."

"It's a reasonable guess!"

"How old are you?"

"Twenty...one."

"And on your actual ID?"

"Twenty."

"Fine, you had it first."

"So why do you have my face, that I had first?"

"Okay. Okay. Okay. There has to be a reasonable explanation. Do you know who your parents are?"

"Wait." Steve held up his free hand. "Maybe we could sort this out somewhere that isn't making my head scream? Please? We're also kind of drawing a crowd."

The girl looked around suddenly. "Shit," she said. "Your boy is right. Come on, there's a back room we can steal." She gave a disapproving scowl to the nearby people, then headed toward a door by the stage. Eddie squeezed Steve's hand, and like a little train, he, Steve, and Robin followed.

[hawkinsgirlnextdoor]

okay but imagine dming a girls-only dnd campaign with Nancy, Robin, El, Max, and Erica

The D&D scene in Hawkins has always been kind of barren. A boys club if you will. Of course there was always the party and the Hellfire Club but you were always looking for a space where you could feel more comfortable playing with other girls. 

When things become more stable in Hawkins you acquired a solid group of female friends. Nancy and Robin are your age, and while you definitely spend time with the boys, you’ve started to hang out just the three of you. 

El and Max are younger than you but you always enjoy their company. You serve as a kind of older sister figure to the party and the two of them kind of look up to you. 

You’ve only recently started hanging around Erica but you like her a lot and once she gets in to D&D you two start to bond. 

It’s actually Erica’s idea to start the campaign in the first place. 

All of the girls are coming in with different levels of experience. 

Nancy has observed D&D through Mike for a good chunk of her life and has occasionally participated so she knows the basic mechanics and other random facts about the game. 

Robin has never touched a 20 sided die in her life. The people that she’s hung out with before the summer of 85 were never the type to play D&D and she barley knew it existed before the whole Satanic Panic thing started to sweep Hawkins. 

Max has always been a bit put off by D&D. At first it was something that was used to exclude her from the group and once she became friends with the party she would be insecure that she wasn’t as good at it as the boys were. Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will had been playing forever and she feels like she doesn’t fit in.

When you pitch the idea to her you assure her that the majority of the participants are starting from square one and there's nothing to be worried about. That persuades her to give it a shot. 

El is just happy to be doing something with other girls. Of course she’s friends with Max but she longs for more female company. She also knows a little about D&D due to how much Mike has tried to explain it to her. 

Once Robin is introduced to D&D and learns the rules she’s super psyched about playing and creating her character. She also rolls her dice really weird (big Ally Beardsley ala Fantasy High energy). 

Robin is obsessed with languages so she quickly tries to learn Elvish and uses it during role play. Her experience in drama also leads her to commit especially hard (sometimes too much lol). 

As for classes and races: Robin plays as a teifling bard, Erica as a half-elf rouge, Max as a tabaxi barbarian (my first instinct was also rouge but Lady Applejack is already a rouge so gahhh), El as a half-elf mage, and Nancy as an elven duel class cleric and fighter.

Nancy is the resident note taker and jots down every detail, stat, and piece of inventory. 

She also probably unravels all of your planning with her great detective work. Like you’ll spend ten hours crafting a mystery that's supposed to be revealed in the very last session and she cracks it by the third.

Erica spends hours hand painting minis for each character. The detail is astounding.

"Did you paint a tiny star in her eye?" "I'm thorough."

El is that player who cannot do basic addition for the life of her (aka me). Max always has her back though.

"I rolled an eighteen. Eighteen plus seven is ....." "Twenty five." "Thank you."

El is also proficient in animal handling and constantly adopts wildly dangerous creatures to be her pets.

You might think that Erica is a head-straight-into-battle kind of player due to the absolute powerhouse that is Lady Applejack but she's actually incredibly tactical. Her and Nancy tend to alternate as party leader.

Max and Robin on the other hand are the kind of players who crave chaos.

You: "The villager seems to know something about the creature that lives in the woods. You can see however that he's apprehensive to answer any of your questions."

Max: "This guy is totally shady." Robin: "Yeah you're right ... we should punch him." Max: "Oh my god you're so right. If I roll a nat 20 can a tooth fly out?"

As a DM you are very attentive to your players. You craft scenarios for each girl to shine and show their growth as a player. You also make little dice boxes and customize. You make their favorite treats and have them in the middle of the table every session.

You notice they all seem to be getting closer and more comfortable with the game which warms your heart.

Sessions are hosted on Friday nights and usually conclude with movies, pizza, and sleeping over someone's house based on the availability of their living room.

Each girl also gets to make her own mixtape to play during sessions. The vibes of which are all over the place. Joan Jett, Pat Benatar, Kate Bush, Tiffany, Blondie. The works.

The environment of the campaign is so comfortable. Yes you're putting their characters through horrible danger and mental gymnastics but its out of love <3.

Your players are amazing. You feel so lucky that you're able to share something you love with the girls in your life and make it your own.

By the time you're nearing the end of your campaign Dustin and Lucas are begging to get in on the action for the next one, only to be disappointed when Robin slams the door in their faces clarifying that this party is "Ladies Only!".

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Intermediately Versed

by gentlerobins Tim averts his eyes, fiddles with the sleeves of his hoodie. “Have you ever…noticed anything strange about me?” The silence extends for far too long. Tim chances a glance back up, only to find Duke struggling to keep his face in check. “Dude! I’m being serious here!” Duke bursts into laughter. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Just—I mean—you’re a strange guy!” “I know that! But I meant it like,” Tim gestures wildly around him, “in the energy, light sense. Is there anything unusual surrounding me?” The question causes Duke’s laughter to die down. “Yeah, dude, you got that whole Chaos Cloud thing going on. I thought you knew that.” Tim stills. “The what.” ___ Tim Drake begins to notice something strange, but the patterns keep shifting. In order to solve this strange mystery, he must reach out for help, face his suppressed emotions, and discover the power of his own Chaos! Words: 3958, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Robin (Comics), Young Justice (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Bart Allen, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Bruce Wayne, Duke Thomas, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Zatanna Zatara, Clark Kent Relationships: Tim Drake & Stephanie Brown, Past Tim Drake/Stephanie Brown, Past Tim Drake/Bernard Dowd - Relationship, Tim Drake & Duke Thomas, Tim Drake & Bart Allen, Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake & Cassie Sandsmark, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Cassandra Cain Additional Tags: Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake is full of chaos, Tim Drake's Missing Spleen, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Magic, Light Angst, like very light don't worry, Tim Drake Drinks Zesti, Tim Drake Skateboarding Nerd, young just us, Tim Drake Gets Therapy, Twilight References, Harry Potter References, Howl's moving castle references, the book though, Tim is perpetually seventeen via https://ift.tt/qQWoxNR

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i would like an order of rogue of life analysis with a side of planet pleas :3

The Rogue of Life [symbols: domino mask, vines]

The Rogue class is based on Robin Hood.

The Life aspect’s main theme is growth. You can find its official description here.

A Rogue of Life is among those who use energy to influence. This is the “classpect group” they belong to. Members include: the Knight, Page, Thief, and Rogue of Life/Doom. These classes are all opposites or inverses of each other that use the Life/Doom dichotomy (energy to influence). A description of classpect groupings can be found here.

The Rogue of Life passively steals the Life aspect. Passive classes are guided by others or act for the benefit of others. They are more likely to be kind, but less likely to stand up for themselves. Thieves and Rogues steal their aspect and everything it symbolizes to grant it to someone else. Simplified, the Rogue of Life is motivated by others to steal growth.

In personality, the Rogue of Life lacks self control and keeps trying even if they fail. Personality descriptions can be found here.

Their archetype is the Free Spirit Child, defined by reckless growth. Archetypes are explained here.

Their opposite is the Thief of Doom, who actively steals caution.

Their inverse is the Knight of Doom, who actively utilizes caution.

A classpect or “god tier” is an individual’s best self. All classpects go through a journey from unrealized, to struggle, to realized. When a character is unrealized, they neutrally exist as their inverse. On their struggle, they will wildly flip back and forth between their inverse and true classpect. In their worst moments they will act as their inverse, in their best their true classpect. When realized, they will stabilize as their true classpect. They will still have room to grow, but will become happier, more successful people.

This means that the Rogue of Life begins life motivated by themselves to utilize caution. When their struggle arrives and they are at their worst, they will continue this behavior in negative extremes. However, when at their best, they will find purpose in instead stealing growth for others. When realized, they will stabilize and continue to steal the Life aspect passively, in a positive way.

They share their archetype with the Heir of Heart, the Child Free Spirit.

The Rogue of Life would quest on a planet similar to the Land of Cubes [Rogue] and Life [Aspect]. An example would be the Land of Topiaries and Spores. An explanation of planet naming conventions can be found here.

Two possible gods, or denizens, to reign over their planet would be Hebe (Goddess of Youth) or Asclepius (God of Medicine). Other Life aspect denizens can be found here.

When the Rogue of Life completes their planet quests and dies on their quest bed, they would rise to ascension on the wings of butterflies (symbols of pollination). A list of soul animals can be found here.

The characters that I have currently classpected as Rogues of Life are: Robin Hood from English Folklore, Poison Ivy from Batman, Arwen from Lord of the Rings, Rogue from X-Men, Norma Jennings from Twin Peaks, and a Spirit of Compassion from Dragon Age.

If any of the links not connected to my blog break, the content can be found on my Google Drive.

Official Aspect Descriptions Personality Descriptions Aspect Denizens

Please specify in a separate ask whether you would like planet naming ideas or a description of a planet quest! We serve most everything here, except beetroot.

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Weekly Roundup: Prompts

FSN

Luvia Edelfelt/Emiya Shiro For some reason Luvia is one of the only women in fate Shiro isn't shipped with. I will fix this by force if necessary, but would rather just do this. threesomes are acceptable.

FGO

Penthesilea "I will literally murder you if you call me pretty" x Medb "I am horny for everyone that is heroic" I think they'd make a weird but cute couple

anyone done sakamoto ryouma / possessed ryouma? the idea haunts me. evil ryouma's hot. sfw or as nsfw as you like, i'm not picky, but it's nsfw in my heart.

smut, Caenis pounds Altera into the bed

Oryou and Ryoma are called Fujimaru parents while out. Oryou takes the rolled very seriously whiles Ryoma just laugh it off. But when Fujimaru asked them to be his parents both agree to do so right of the bat.

Izcalli and Tlaloc having straight yuri energy, maybe reminiscing their time back when he was king and the garden he loved. I just want more melancholic and nostalgic servant interactions. This can be romantic or not it is up to you.

I want Jinako to let slip one day the her parents died when she was young (we can assume it’s understood that she means “her” parents and not Ganesha’s parents) and Salieri hears this and just goes “Alright, guess I’m your new father now.” And she think he’s joking but he absolutely is not, she is his daughter now and that is final. Salieri was a father when he was alive, and he wrote about how much he loved his kids, so I just think it could be nice for Jinako to have a loving and supportive father figure. Also they both really like sweet things, and it’d be nice to see them bonding over it, especially since Salieri probably wouldn’t be judgey about Jinako having sweets. He can platonically co-parent with Parvati, Durga, and Kali

smut, Izo is allowed into Ryouma and Oryou’s relationship, as their cuck. And watches them have sex.

smut, After Takasugi is followed following the events of Guda6, he makes good on his dying wish to hook up with Okuni. She graciously accepts and the two fuck nasty. The flirtier and more intense things get before the bedroom the better. That's all.

Just finished lb4, can I get some Ganesha being unable to return to her shut-in lifestyle bc of the thousands of years she spent alone, and (character of your choice) helps make sure she knows she's not alone anymore?

"Wait, what do you [servant couple of writers choice] aren't married?" Cue all of chaldea arranging a wacky but personal wedding ceremony

smut, Castoria is Excalibur, right? Ergo, I want to see someone polish her (because she's literally a sword) (gone wrong) (gone sexual) (gone right)

Martha tells the Christians of Chaldea, along with anyone willing to listen, what sort of wacky shenanigans Jesus got up to. Apparently, one such thing was Jesus being so good at being a carpenter that anything he worked on could be considered an angel of heaven because of how well done the job was and not because he was the Son of God.

Izou gets some tender love and care and appreciation

smut, man idk i just want izo and oryou to spoil ryouma and give him a wildly fun and hot and tender night that leaves his face hurting from smiling, his ass hurting from taking them both, and everywhere else hurting from bites. man works so damn hard Please he needs a break and a nice fuck. also oryou and izo bonding over their love for this man is always 👌

smut, Any one/robin hood, but mlm is preferred! Robin with a praise and humiliation kink being showered with love and praise. I'd love to see his low self image and self defeating attitude be bludgeoned with love. ☺️❤️

Guda and Castoria kiss for the first time. It would be a great, intimate moment... except they quickly discover that Castoria has a barbed tongue like a cat. It doesn't have to be a dealbreaker, but I do want the fic to have an emphasis on how different (and slightly painful) that tongue feels compared to a normal one.

smut, All the artoria variants (except for lily ofc) have an orgy, bc that girl deserves some self love

CROSSOVER

Izo talks about stabbing a british guy who had a blue policebox with him and being scared off when he started shooting fire out of his arms and head as everyone listens on in horror as they realize that not only did he nearly permanently kill The Doctor from Doctor Who, but also that apparently The Doctor is a real person and was nearly killed by Izo of all people.

ANY

A perhaps annoying patron asks one half of a romantic couple (doesn't matter which canon or even if its canon) for a good time. What leaves after can no longer be identified

The backlog of unfilled prompts, framed like pets in an adoption center.