#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

[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.

[strangersatellites]

somebody somewhere shared my fic I've got this burning desire to set you on fire recently and the kudos on it jumped so fast!! so I wrote part two as a treat!! thanks to whoever that was lmao

this can be read as a standalone or as a companion ficlet to the original fic linked above!

Steve’s students sit with rapt attention under the dimmed lights and Eddie’s theatrical storytelling. While Eddie sits in Steve’s desk chair, his arms gesticulate wildly with a flair like no other. Steve props against the arm of his chair and drags his hand softly up and down Eddie’s back while he lets himself fall into the memory. 

Last October

Corroded Coffin’s show at The Venue at Fourth and West is the biggest they’ve played yet.

Seven thousand people and Steve and Robin, as always, take their rightful place on the front and center barricade. 

Eddie’s on stage, adrenaline pumping and energy high as they play through their last song before the encore. 

From his vantage point he’s got a perfect view of Steve singing his heart out and dancing with Robin, wearing a smile so bright it puts the spotlights to shame. 

If Eddie’s heart wasn’t already pounding at the sight it would be as he holds out the last chord of the final song on their set. 

As the noise in the room swells with the crowd’s cheers and applause, the lights dim and Eddie sees the other three guys slip off stage.

Steeling himself with a deep breath, Eddie meets the stagehand to his left and switches his Warlock for an acoustic. 

Where he stood centerstage previously, there now sits a stool and a mic stand. He makes himself comfortable, sat far back with one foot anchored to the ground and the other braced on the stool’s cross-rod. 

A single spotlight beams down directly on him as he leans over to speak into his mic.

“Alright, alright. I’ve got one last song for you today and it’s pretty special. Now I’m saying this once and I don’t want to hear shit about it again, got it? I do not care if you do not like this song because it's not for any of you motherfuckers!” 

Laughter ripples through the crowd and a few people in the audience yell back. 

Eddie scans his eyes across the crowd and they land on his boy once more. He can only imagine his smile mirrors the one he sees on Steve’s face.

“Hey baby,” he starts and lets out a breathy laugh when Steve rolls his eyes and hides his face in his hands. “Don’t hide sunshine, I’ve got a song for you.” He snaps and waves at the security guards and waves them Steve’s way. “Come on up Stevie, you know the drill.”

Know the drill he does. While Steve hops the barricade and is led to the stage, Eddie addresses the crowd once more.

“Like I said, this song is not for any of you so I do not want to hear shit from any of you, okay?” He sets to loosening the strap on his guitar when Steve makes it to center stage with him.

Just out of earshot of the mic Steve props his hands on his hips and grins. Asks, “Okay, what’re we doing this time?”

Eddie smirks and holds his guitar out to his right and pats the front of the stool for Steve to sit.

Steve snorts as he makes his way over. “If you think my ass is going to fit there you’ve got another thing coming.”

Eddie barks out a laugh and shifts further onto his stool as Steve sits, his back pressed tight to Eddie’s chest. He smacks a kiss to Steve’s cheek and waggles his eyebrows.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time!”

He swings his guitar back over his own shoulder and across Steve’s chest, hooks his chin over his shoulder and adjusts his grip.

Steve giggles down at the action and his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline.

“How many times did you make Gareth practice this with you?” He laughs.

“Too fucking many!” Gareth yells from his place in the wings.

Eddie shushes them both and kicks his mic stand a little closer as he starts to strum. He leans in close to Steve’s ear and whispers “Love you Stevie,” before he starts humming into the mic.

Realistically he knows he has approximately seven seconds before Steve catches on. He savors the brief moments where Steve just smiles and sways along.

At second six the recognition flutters across his features and he snaps his head towards Eddie.

“Is this fucking Taylor Swift?”

Eddie laughs and says “Eddie’s Version.”.

Steve laughs and rubs a hand down his face. Eddie hears a muffled “Oh my god” just before he begins to sing. 

Hey Stephen, I know looks can be deceiving

But I know I saw a light in you

And as we walked we would talk

And I didn't say half the things I wanted to

Robin, god love her, Eddie sees has taken her role in this whole shenanigan very seriously. Having rounded up every photographer and videographer right up in front of center stage. Her own smile is barely contained where she covers her mouth with her hands.

Of all the guys tossing rocks at your window

I'll be the one waiting there even when it's cold

Hey Stephen, boy, you might have me believing

I don't always have to be alone

Just before he makes it to the chorus Steve’s laughter has calmed down and he’s left with a pleased smile as he sways to the music braced against Eddie’s chest. 

Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself

He swings his guitar up and over Steve’s head and tugs him back onto the stool as he steps off. Steve looks at him with a confused smile but he doesn't go too far. He props a foot up on the cross-rod and leans in close when he starts again.

Hey Stephen, I've been holding back this feeling

So I've got some things to say to you 

I've seen it all, so I thought

But I never seen nobody shine the way you do

He spins around with a flourish and props on Steve’s other side and flutters his eyelashes to make Steve laugh again.

The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name

It's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change

Hey Stephen, why are people always leaving?

I think you and I should stay the same

Before the second chorus he breaks out of his Steve induced trance and looks back to the crowd and laughs when he’s met with a sea of flashlight beams swaying back and forth. When he looks back at his boy he finds him giggling with a look of awe on his face.

'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself

He leans in close and says “Alright we’re gonna switch it up here Stevie, you ready?”

Steve smiles as bright as the sun. “For anything.”

Eddie takes his guitar off and hands it off to someone, he doesn’t know who to be honest. Doesn’t really care. 

Gareth and Jeff take up playing the song while Eddie takes the mic off its stand.

They're dimming the stage lights

You're perfect for me

Why aren't you here tonight?

I'm waiting alone now

So come on and come out

And pull me near

And shine, shine, shine

The boys keep playing as Eddie’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest. He looks at Steve one more time, sees him smiling and happy. 

He reaches a hand into his back pocket and feels the box he’d snuck in when he switched guitars.

Takes a deep breath and drops down to one knee.

If he could hear over the blood in his ears he’d hear the crowd go crazy and the incessant sound of camera shutters.

But as it is he swears he can hear Steve’s sharp intake of breath when he realizes what’s happening.

Hey Stephen, I could give you fifty reasons

Why I should be the one you choose

All those other girls, well, they're beautiful

But would they sing this song for you?

Steve’s got his hand covering his mouth and tears in his eyes and he’s nodding. He’s nodding even though Eddie hasn’t asked yet and he loves Steve so much.

I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself

He doesn’t even get to finish the rest of the lyrics because Steve is up and off the stool and has both hands pressed to his cheeks dragging him into a fierce kiss before he can even think. 

Eddie’s smiling and laughing so much that it's all teeth. But he’s so happy it's all teeth, it's all love, it's all Steve.

His arms are around Steve’s waist and the mic is somewhere, he doesn’t know or care.

“Stevie, baby. Baby I haven’t asked,” he laughs onto Steve’s lips.

Steve wraps his arms around his neck and buries his face in his shoulder.

“Yes. A hundred times yes. Don’t care. Yes!”

Eddie pulls Steve to face him with two hands on either side of his face, one still holding the box.

“Stevie, will you marry me?”

Steve's laugh resembles a sob but he’s smiling and nodding again and Eddie’s never been happier. 

“Yes.”

~~~~~

“You proposed with a Taylor Swift song?!” The curly-headed kid in the front row screeches.

Eddie uses his context clues to assume this is Dustin. 

Steve pipes up from his spot beside him. “He used to sing me that song when we were dating and it always made me laugh. I especially liked it when he would sing it in a Metallica shirt.”

Several of the other kids snort.

The door swings open in a flourish and Robin comes barreling in.

“Dude, are you holding your kids hostage? What’s goin– Oh hey Eds!” She waves.

“Hey Birdie.”

Steve looks at his watch and swears under his breath. “Alright guys, who’s going to Miss Buckley’s class next? Get out of here. I’ll sort the rest of you out.”

Eddie waves him off. “Don’t worry about it Stevie. I told Ms. Loretta in the office to let Nance and Jon know they’d be late to next period.”

Steve scoffs in shock. “Loretta likes you too much. I don’t know how you got in her good graces. Why would you do that though?”

“Well I thought your kiddos,” he gives the students a pointed glance,” would have figured me out by now and I wanted to bug them about their super cool, hot teacher.”

Steve claps his hands together in exasperation. “Okay, that’s enough. Everybody out!”

Students zip up their bags and filter out of the room and Robin knocks them on the back of the head as they walk out the door.

Steve shoves at Eddie’s shoulders. “You too! Go talk to Ms. Loretta, I have assignments to grade!”

Eddie laughs and ambles towards the door. He stops in the door frame and looks back at Steve who has his hands on his hips behind his desk. He wolf whistles and smiles back at him.

“See you at home big boy,” he winks. 

“Out!”

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On an unrelated note, how would this fic have changed if you made them poly?

kill of the night? oh wildly. their initials meetings would NOT have been switched, but hollon lemme bullet point. this is gonna be a LONG one.

• i would’ve had griffin meet vance second INSTEAD of finney; griffin would arguably be hardest to open up, and vance would find himself having a LOT more in common w griff. finney would come later but finney is very emotionally driven—and i still probably would’ve had them meet via arcade due to a shift change or something; bruce would’ve still got the dead bird—but vance would’ve sent these “gifts” to all of their jobs, same time, same day—via mailman. he likely would’ve had one of robin’s boys stationed at each place w a camera to catch their reactions and appropriately adjust from there. (keep in mind the reason he deescalated from the body to the bird w bruce is because he saw bruce’s reaction to the body even tho he took a picture, he DID contact law enforcement and threw up) and based on those he would’ve done the OPPOSITE and escalated.

• he probably wouldn’t have been in a relationship w billy&robin prior to this—not bc he doesn’t like them, but bc it would be a hassle. post-meeting the angels he figures ‘screw it, im alr impressing three men, might as well add my boys to the mix’ but he doesn’t HAVE to impress them, they alr know him. so that’s easy.

• billy and robin would have an established relationship. i will take no criticism.

• griffin/finney/bruce were NOT alr dating. bruce has a HORRIBLE track record w relationships and conveniently dates mostly blond ppl (griffin being originally blond and dying; finney being dirty blond, it’s coming together yall) and is the least in denial abt it—just keeps his distance romantically and sexually; aside from that finney is pining. BAD. he rants at length to donna abt it and as a result griffin & bruce assume finney likes donna; griffin, on the other hand, is ignoring it entirely. he stares at finney too much? he averts his eyes and continues w his day. catches bruce looking at his lips? leaves the room. he refuses to deal w it.

• finney and billy would meet second, instead of finney meeting vance; and they would get along WONDERFULLY. billy would introduce him to robin by week three of friendship and it would be an all-around “Oh.” moment. finney would, again, panic and run. his fight or flight is fight but in this case he doesn’t want to confront it and would RUN.

• bruce and robin would meet the same as before and robin would flirt. HARD. bruce would be a mess. vance is baffled bc he ISNT jealous?? and thinks on that for a long time.

• bruce and billy wouldn’t be antagonistic but it’s the same energy as niles and cece from the nanny. why? bc i said so.

•billy and griffin would still have the rivals to lovers speed run and the fwb arrangement.

•robin meets griff last and is enchanted. immediately. griffin melts. robin is charming, griffin is charming and their flirting would be a competition.

• robin, billy, and vance would all know who “nat, dylan, and alex” were, or at least their aliases. they have in-depth discussions on how to meet and get to know them and in vance’s words “make them ours”

• vance sends lots of things to the angels. mostly birds, but rodent skulls and bone jewelry. he would send expensive things too but bruce doesn’t love expensive things so vance sends him more collectibles and knick knacks. finney would receive things he needed: coats, shoes, socks, all things finney would appreciate or things like dinner reservations for three (for bruce and griffin), solo movie tickets, etc; griffin would unfortunately get the bloodier gifts like severed fingers and organs. like a heart.

• vance gives robin and billy presents in the form of favors or cleaning/cooking/etc. he takes care of them since they’re closer and easier to do things for. he doesn’t have to impress them at all.

• bruce would put the pieces of vance/robin/billy knowing each other together first; finney would clock their mutual attraction to each other (all of them) first; and griffin would discover their identities first. easier to accomplish when they arent all running around chasing after an individual target without having met everyone.

•absolutely a mess. lots of hurt feelings; griffin refusing to think abt or touch his feelings + robin feelings anxious abt keeping a big part of his life from three ppl he likes so much + the mutual suspicion bruce and billy have of each other + vance being a CREEP + finney’s wild attachment issues. don’t even get me STARTED on how much of a cluster fuck it would be when the reveals happen. jesus christ. i probably would’ve made it happen on christmas.

• only person who keeps their OG job would be griffin. robin WOULD show up with billy and griffin would threaten them both immediately and tell them as a warning that if he catches vance around he will leave the country. robin leaves to relay the message; but griffin/billy dont exactly continue where they left off. very professional and stilted. robin and him are pretty cool tho.

• bruce would be so mad at vance and robin, but not rlly billy, bc he was always suspicious of billy and he was RIGHT and keeps somewhat in contact.

• finney cuts off all of the underground boys w/o hesitation. he knows if he stayed in contact he would forgive all of them w/o meaning to. very evasive after the reveal and keeps to himself which is unlike him. vance would fight hardest for his attention. would genuinely be a train wreck; vance would go fucking berserk.

• reveal implodes relationships. robin & billy & vance r rlly rlly sad over it. the angels are… trying to cope and it’s not going too hot.

• donna is somewhere laughing. charlie is appropriately upset abt it. mr. b laughs at them abt it.

anyway i didn’t make them poly bc the storylines would’ve got too entangled and messed up. wouldn’t have been able to keep anything straight tbh and it would DEFINITELY need to be spaced out between like? 2 separate fics fr.

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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.

[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!".

[madilovrs]

Movie Night

Robin Buckley x fem!Reader

summary: you and robin sit next to each other while watching a movie and you, close to sleep, realize just how gorgeous she is

1.4k words

warnings: none really i don’t think

tumblr messing up my spacing part 4

There was nothing you'd rather do on a Friday night than watch a movie with your best friends. Sure, there were plenty of parties and other friends inviting you out, and you'd love to attend, but there was nothing more fun to you than weekly movie nights. Over the past 3 years of monster hunting, everyone in the party (plus the honorary older members that have been acquired throughout the years) looked forward to hanging out without the threat of Hawkins tearing open and the Upside Down peaking through. You all had decided to make it a weekly tradition after Vecna attacked the teens of Hawkins. This week was Pretty in Pink picked by "Nancy" (Steve). Usually, you would have been excited to see Pretty in Pink, it was one of your favorites, but you were in the mood for something more exhilarating for the night.

After graduating from Hawkins High School this past June, you had tried to get a job in town, but the only one that accepted you was Melvalds. It was a fine job, paid a good amount, and kept you busy, but it was boring, and while you were grateful for the 5 months without any life-threatening situations, the attacks did break the "Nothing Happens in Hawkins" reputation the small town had just 4 years ago. Recently, though, when nothing was happening, it was nice to watch a thrilling movie to get your heart rate up. You weren't gonna argue with watching it, though. The group had a careful system of who got to pick the movie, implemented after the third or fourth movie night in which Dustin and Mike had an altercation over who should pick.

Since the last two people to pick the movies were you and Robin, you were banished to the floor, a fact that Steve was eager to remind you two of the minute you entered the house. So now here you all are, scattered across Steve's basement about 5 minutes into Pretty in Pink, and your eyelids were already dropping. You were on the cusp of slumber when Robin nudged your side.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asked you worriedly.

You tried to give her a coherent response but you really didn't have the energy to want to. You groaned lightly, not opening your eyes.

"I can't understand when you mumble, Y/N," she said lightly, nudging you again.

"God, you sound like my mom... or Steve." You both chuckled lightly. Steve, who was sitting on the couch you were leaning on, nudged your back with his knee, making you laugh harder. You finally picked your head up and looked at Robin. She was smiling humorously at you but you could tell she was worried. Robin had always been terrible at hiding her emotions. You sighed and relaxed your neck, your head lulling forward.

"What's going on? I thought you loved this movie," she questioned while tilting her head.

"I do..." was all Robin heard before you fell back into mumbling. Robin knew what you meant though and hummed in response.

"You know, you don't have to come here every week, you work your ass off, it's okay if you wanna get a headstart on your sleep sometimes."

You smiled, picking your head up again and looking at Robin. "I know, I love spending time with you guys though, no matter how tired I am or how boring the movie is."

"Whoa, did you just call Pretty in Pink boring? You must be exhausted," She nudged you again. Robin's reassuring smile then turned into a real one. A bright one. A beautiful one.

Has she always been this beautiful?

"Were glad you're here, but you need your rest sometimes."

"Thank you for worrying, Robin, but-"

"Can you guys be quiet? We're trying to watch a movie," Dustin snapped from across the room, the popcorn in his hands flying wildly as he gestured his hands. You and Robin looked at each other and started giggling before settling back into the bottom of the couch, more comfortable than before.

You made it maybe 10 more minutes into the movie before relaxing onto Robin's shoulder and letting sleep overcome you. Robin sighed and rested her head on yours, feeling more comfortable than either of you had felt in a long time.

—————————

When you had woken up, the basement was empty with the exception of you and Robin in the same position as you had been so many hours before. Without moving your head, you glanced at the digital clock next to the television.

6:32 AM

You shut your eyes for a long time, dreading getting up to drive home, only to have to get ready for work. Robin must have noticed your sudden tensity, for she started to stir.

"Mmm, Y/N," she groaned and rolled her head from you to the now empty couch. You picked your head up slowly and stretched your sore neck. Still slightly groggy with sleep, you look over at Robin.

How is she even more beautiful when she's asleep?

You sighed deeply and tilted your head while admiring her beauty before standing and stretching your stiff body. Begrudgingly, you left her to make some breakfast in Steve's kitchen.

Out of the corner of your eye, while munching on a bland piece of toast, you saw Robin stumbling into the room. 

"Morning sunshine," you said blandly, smiling at the disheveled girl while starting the coffee maker. She grumbled in response, slumping against the counter. "Sleep well?"

"I always sleep well next to you," she smiled lightly, looking down at her feet, "but, maybe it would've been better if we had laid down, my neck hurts so bad."

You giggled at her before fully realizing what she had said. I always sleep better next to you. The thought of the possible romantic intention behind it made your stomach flutter. You looked down at your feet and smiled into our toast.

"Enjoying my coffee?"

You and Robin both looked up startled to find Steve standing in the doorway, one hand on his hip, the other rubbing his eye. Robin glanced at you with a playful smile before returning her gaze downward.

"Thanks for letting us stay the night, Steve," you said with a smile, putting down the coffee cup.

"Yeah, yeah, don't mention it," He waved his hand as he spoke, his eyes flicking between you and Robin. "Hey, uh, you guys need a ride home?"

"Oh no no, I drove last night, I'll be outta here in a second," you smiled, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly like a burden.

"I do, Steve," Robin looked up and smiled awkwardly.

You and Steve exchanged a glance. He raised his eyebrows once. You returned it with a confused look. He tilted his head annoyed and rolled his eyes.

"Uh, well since Y/N is already driving herself home, Im sure she can take you."

"Uh, oh yeah. Yeah! I-I can!" you stumbled over your words. Robin's face brightened exponentially.

"Oh great!" She smiled at you, almost longingly, if you had to put it into words. Steve's cough interrupted the moment.

"Okay, well, you two lovebirds have fun, I'm gonna go back to my comfy bed."

You and Robin exchanged a glance, both blushing furiously. Steve examined the scene and turned to go back up the stairs.

"Let's get going, shall we?" you said awkwardly. Robin nodded and followed you out of the house.

"Hey about what Steve said-" you began once you were both sitting in your car.

"Don't worry about it! Steve's a dick, he'll say anything if he thinks it'll make me awkward. Plus, were like the only girls who like girls that he knows so, of course, he's gonna do something-" Robin rushed out, but couldn't finish her thoughts because of your interruption.

"Why would what he said make you awkward?" You feigned innocence.

"Oh! Uh, I don't know what I was thinking, sor-" She wasn't able to finish her apology before you managed to place a swift kiss on her lips.

"Whoa mama," Robin chuckled nervously, "ew, why did I say that- you know what, I don't care." She kissed you again, all of the pent-up emotion she had been harboring for you finally escaping. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time," Robin said, leaning her forehead against yous. You both sat there in Steve's driveway, smiling and as happy as could be.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

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.

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Steve remembered, as a kid, being the only one that was never taken out of class. His parents never had to have him leave class early for appointments, trips, surprises, or even special lunches. He remembered being jealous as all of his peers came back from these getaways, sometimes with a frown, especially when they had to leave for the dentist, sometimes with a smile, always holding a fancy lunch that their parents got them, some even bragging about what they did. Some visited the city, some went bowling, some left early for trips to tropical islands. Steve never experienced anything like that, but he always felt a pit of despair sink in his stomach, like he was missing something. Like his parents never cared. 

As time went on, and Steve got older, he realized that he didn’t need his parents to take him out of class. He could just skip, and it would be the same, wouldn’t it? 

He couldn’t have been more wrong. 

For one thing, his teachers hated it, and he always had their sharp glares staring at him as he walked through the halls. His parents hated it, too, and he didn’t get special lunches that made everyone jealous. He got punished. 

So, he wasn’t sure how to go about this whole “leaving class early” now. He didn’t want to encourage skipping class, but he didn’t want to make other kids jealous. Nonetheless, he needed to get her out of class somehow. Unless he passed the speed limit, but that in itself was a risk that he didn’t want to take. An example that he didn’t want to set for his little girl. 

Steve took a deep breath as he walked into the elementary school, making sure he looked like the responsible father that he tried to be. He made his way to the front desk, where a young man was typing away at the computer. 

“Hi, I’m here to pick up Aviva Harrington?” 

“Name?” The man asked, his voice monotone, and Steve pulled out his ID.

“Steve. Steve Harrigton. I’m her father.” 

The man only took a quick glance at the plastic before continuing. 

“What’s the reason you have to see her? Did she forget her lunch again?”

Steve chuckled, shifting awkwardly on his feet. “No, I’m here to take her out of class. I emailed the school about it yesterday?”

A few clicks of a keyboard resulted in a positive hum. “I guess you did. An appointment?”

If he meant an appointment of fun, absolutely. 

But Steve wasn’t about to say that. 

“Yup. As much as I don’t want to drag her out of class I have no choice.”

Yeah. Because Eddie and Dustin would kill him. Brutally. 

The man took Steve’s words without complaint, and soon took the phone and called what Steve assumed was Aviva’s class. After a minute or so he was done, and gestured to the chairs nearby. 

“She’ll be here shortly with all of her stuff. First sign this and have a seat.”

“Umm, thanks.”

Steve hesitantly signed the paper and took a seat, knowing that Aviva was going to be here in an instant. She was always shimmering with energy, talking a mile a minute, her hands always gesturing wildly. He could see her in his mind, her brown, long hair waving back and forth as she talked, her blue sneakered feet jumping up and down when she got excited. He didn’t really know where she got all of her energy from, maybe her mother, who could never stay in one spot for long, but Steve wasn’t sure. The thing about her mom was that she knew when to slow down, to calm down when the situation called for it, and Aviva hadn’t learned that fully yet. 

Robin, or Auntie Robin for Avi, always seemed to think that Steve had a lot of energy too, especially in his Family Video days, so Avi’s energy could be from him. He couldn’t really see it, though. His level of social butterfly-ness was nothing compared to Liv’s. Well, until it wasn’t. But he didn’t want to think about that today. 

Moments later, like he predicted, Aviva comes bounding down the hallways, beaming as she waved goodbye to the teacher that led her here. Her brown hair waved behind her, despite Steve’s encouragement to put it in a braid or something. 

“Bye Mrs. McKinney! Bye Mr. Thomson!”

Her teacher and the receptionist waved goodbye, the receptionist rolling his eyes, but Steve ignored him, instead choosing to take Avi’s bag and accept the hug that she offered him. 

“Hey, Dad! You never do this, what are we doing?”

He smiled fondly at her as he herded her out of the door. “An appointment, remember?”

Her green eyes bore into his with confusion. She opened her mouth to reply, no doubt questioning his statement, but he put his finger to his lips in a secretive way, one that made her smile. 

“Oh, right, the appointment! How could I forget?”

“Exactly my question! How could you?”

As soon as they were close to his car, far away from the overhearing ears of the school staff, Avi broke out into a fit of giggles, tossing her bag into the back. Steve couldn’t help but laugh along with her, hopping into the driver’s seat as she hopped into the passenger seat. 

“Okay, what are we actually doing?”

“An appointment, like I said.”

“Dad!”

He laughed, ruffling her hair despite her protesting and pulled out of the parking lot. 

“Okay, maybe I have a special birthday gift for my little girl.”

Avi gave him a big smile, brighter than Steve could ever understand. “I’m not a little girl anymore, Dad, I’m fourteen.”

“You’ll always be my little girl.”

She groaned, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. “You’re such a dad. All you’re missing is a dad bod and a crappy ballcap and you’d be the cover of the Old Men’s magazine.”

“Hey! No gifts for you then, I guess.”

“No! No, I was kidding!”

“Check in the glovebox.” Steve said with a chuckle, “It’s not much, but…happy birthday, Aviva. I know I haven’t been the best father on your birthdays, but I want this year to be different.”

“I don’t blame you.” She replied softly. “It’s not your fault that Mom died on the same day I was born. I mean, I don’t even know whether to celebrate or grieve today.”

“Celebrate. Today’s a celebration, alright? That’s what she would want.” Steve ignored the sadness in his chest at her words, about how this cruel world decided that this young girl should suffer like this, taking her mother away on her birthday, and giving her so much weight on such a happy day. Steve felt like he’d failed. He didn’t want her carrying pain like he did. 

Taking a deep breath, he reached over and opened the glovebox, taking out the small box while keeping one eye on the road. She took it, studying the wrapping paper and flipping it over, as if trying to discern what it was. 

“Open it. I promise it’s not magic wrapping paper that will unwrap itself.”

She shook her head, a small smile returning to her face as she opened it. Her eyes widened, and the smile grew, lighting up the vehicle. She laughed, her eyes shining with so much joy, and Steve knew that he had picked the right gift. 

“You got me the new Corroded Coffin CD? Dad, this has been sold out for weeks!”

“I know, I know, I’m the greatest dad ever.” Steve said, chucking, and giving a slight bow from where he was seated. She shoved his shoulder in response, laughing, and he shoved her back. “Okay, but turn it over. Look at the back.”

“Dad, I already know all of the songs off heart, I don’t need to see the song list.”

“Just turn it over! What are you waiting for? You just can’t listen to me, can you?”

“Get a crappy ballcap and I’ll reconsider my actions.”

“Turn it over!”

He could hear her flip the disk over, her breath hitching, and he smiled, waiting for the realization to hit. She was a pretty observant girl, he knew that it wouldn’t take her long. 

“Dad…? Are these…are these what I think they are?”

“Yup. Two tickets to Corroded Coffin, for tonight's showing. Front row.”

“How did you get these?” She asked, waving the tickets at him after gently taking them off of the gift. “How?”

“I told you, I’m friends with Eddie Munson.”

“I told you, I’m friends with Eddie Munson.” She mimicked in a teasing tone. “No, you’re not! How did you get these?”

“I already told you, but you don’t seem to believe me!”

“Because it’s a lie! It’s a stupid, crazy, obvious lie!”

“We both lived in Hawkins, went to school together, and became friends after I graduated. You go to the same school he did. How is it so hard to believe?”

“I’m sorry, but forgive me if I can’t see my father, a lowly mechanic, knowing the world renowned musician and singer Eddie Munson.”

Steve scoffed, “You know what? After that stupid comment I’m convinced that I should drive back home and take you back to school. You might be able to make it back for English…”

“No! No English! I’m kidding! I’m kidding!”

He shrugged. “Okay…I guess I'll keep on driving, then.”

She smiled, turning back to the CD and the tickets, basically quivering with excitement. And Steve just couldn’t wait for the moment that she saw that they were VIP tickets, and to see that Eddie Munson himself was going to give her a tour backstage. 

He may not have been the best dad ever, but at least he could make his daughter happy, and that was all that he cared about.