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hanadoesstuffwrong · 2 months

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Thinking abt the air nomads:

What if, after the war, once the dust has settled a little, Aang goes back to travelling, hoping that maybe he can find at least some trace of surviving airbenders. As an added bonus, he gets to do more of the exploring and wandering that he had to put on hold.

Toph goes with him ofc. She only just got a taste of real freedom and it was overshadowed by ever-present impending doom. While she's on speaking terms with her parents, she isnt quite ready to be back under their roof on a permanent basis. The rest of the gaang have their individual homes and responsibilities that they get back to, though they join for the odd field trip or adventure when they can.

So anyway, they're touring all over the world and over the years they notice just how displaced so many people have become. EK citizens who barely escaped the blaze but lost everything; FN military now decommissioned with no idea how to carry on; people looking for a new start in the hard-won peace. Maybe it starts with Toph heading back to Earth Rumble, where a group of young runaways scrounge for cheap fights to make a little money.

At each turn they find more and more people with no homes to return to and no family to protect them; runaways escaping the roles the war forced them into. Gradually, Aang and Toph start to see that they aren't so different from themselves. They just want a new start.

So they decide to give them one. They clean up the temples and set up villages in the surrounding areas (helps to be master earthbenders), where people can arrive and stay as long as they need. Travellers and refugees pass through in droves, sometimes choosing to stay and rebuild their lives there, sometimes continuing in their wandering with a guarantee that they'll always have a place to return to should they have the need.

Over time, the lemurs grow in number and even some flying bison calfs (hybrids with a relative species maybe?), can be seen in the skies. Whenever the founders visit, it isn't the same but Aang feels a little more at home.

The first time someone asks Aang to teach him his philosophies, and expresses his desire to become a monk, how can he refuse? Maybe it's a former soldier, somebody who's done terrible things, looking for a path to redemption. So Aang teaches him, and then he teaches others. And though they may not be airbenders, they are as earnest and faithful as any nun or monk Aang knew before. The temples become filled with new faces: Firebenders, Earthbenders, Waterbenders and non-benders all wearing Air nomad orange and yellow.

Aang always feared that it would be his responsibility to have airbender children, and the idea of forcing that on someone he loved terrified him. Maybe that's why he waited so long before acting on his feelings for his best friend, his travelling companion, his fellow-village builder and temple-restorer. How could they have a truly happy relationship with this pressure hanging over them? He wishes he could be content with the new way of things that he and his friends have created. But he knows that he can't be the last airbender forever...

Nobody knows why some children can bend the elements and others can't. Is it blood? Is it blessing? Is it the land in which you're born? Or is it the simple allocation of fates decided by the values and norms you're raised believing in? Is it enough to be surrounded by the culture and beliefs of the Air Nomads? Nobody knows...

All they know is that nobody sees it coming when the six-year-old daughter of two non-bender villagers from the Earth Kingdom and Northern Water Tribe sends herself flying twelve feet into the air with a sneeze.

#oops it became a taang au how did that happen #i just think it wld be neat if the air nomads worked more like irl monks/nuns #not necessarily celibate but still made up of people who choose to follow the way of life #instead of the iffy implications of all monks/nuns having no choice because they were born airbenders #i dunno it's iffy to me #taang #my posts #atla #atla headcanon #do we need to rewatch Ice Age 2 ppl??#repopulation is not a good reason for two people to be together!#avatar: the last airbender #i do also think that given them being nomads the fire nation probably want able to wipe the air nomads out completely #bu they just had to survive in hiding/ in a very diluted form #maybe like the sun warriors do #airbender!Ty Lee my beloved #also wld reflect the themes of unity vs division well if there were more than just airbenders among the air nomads #like how a waterbender can be a ruler of the Fire Nation or a Firebender can run a tea shop in the Earth Kingdom #toph x aang #edited cos someone got upset at my introduction and while i reckon they were willfully misreading i didnt want anyone to misconstrue #to clarify -> any child of aang's wld be an air nomad but there's no guarantee they wld be an airbender #esp if he had a child with an earth or waterbender #and we see how this had a negative effect in canon #hope that clears things up xx

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dootznbootz · 4 months

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With how I'm planning my fics, since Menelaus and Agamemnon spend some years at Tyndarius' palace, I kind of have them all be childhood friends in a way before Agamemnon and Menelaus take back their kingdom (Aga is around 19, Menelaus 15 when they leave. 5-6 years later they get married.) With how their marriages work out when talking about "Old times", Odysseus is the "odd one out" as he was the only one who didn't grow up alongside them. The poor guy is left out.

Odysseus: "Wait, why is everyone laughing? What does that mean? I don't get it." Penelope: "Well you see-" Goes on about a silly story but the inside joke is dumb. "...You probably would've had to have been there to get it" Odysseus:

#I'm so excited for how Ima have the dynamics in my fics >:D #Is this all silly? YEah :D Is it probably unlikely? YEAH. Do I care too much? No. :D you can't tell me they stayed at Tyndarius and NOT mak #them childhood friends to lovers (Agamemnon and Clytemnestra is a different situation but no spoilers lskdfj )#Odysseus is Menelaus' wingman (at first just going to sightsee and try and win the favors of others) but as soon as Odysseus falls #HARD for Penelope and starts getting a little desperate on how to “woo” her. Menelaus becomes a wingman for him as well #“I know her favorite jewel is Lapis Lazuli but she hates bracelets. She messes with them too much and then they break. don't give those”#Odysseus is frantically writing everything down #I love making these silly people even more silly. I hope that's okay haha #They don't have much time in the Iliad but I love Menelaus' and Odysseus' friendship (based on how Menelaus talks about him in the #odyssey.) And Helen already knows she wants Menelaus but I'll get into that later >:D #If anyone has seen the movie “Up”. Young Carl is young Menelaus and Young Ellie is...Kind of like Helen?? more the “shy boy gets looped #into crazy shenanigans with a sassy girl who thinks he's neat".#“You don't talk very much...I like you!” and Menelaus is just standing there. big eyed and confused but happy. :D #my headcanons #shot by odysseus #Mad rambles

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c1nn4-bunny · 5 months

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A quick MS Paint sketch that turned into a not quick MS Paint sketch very... quick.

(This goober is @dantethecircusrat 's. Go over there and support their projects, like Café Venus Flytrap, or suffer my wrath ! They've got some neat stuff <3)

#aperture tag #nigel aperture tag #aperture tag nigel #if I sat here and drew every nigel design i found adorable I'd be here for like. at least a month.#(idk there's not many of us here)#I feel immense shame posting yet another Nigel but what do you people expect from me at this point okay #anyway I'm posting this and immediately going to bed because tagging artists i think are neat SCARES me #c: Nigel #I hope tumblr changes the file name because I dont want ANYONE to see what I named that piece thanks #would it be suspicious of me to say this is my third time drawing him? im not elaborating goodnight.#c1nn4bunny.wav

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dioptasesystem · 6 months

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Posting on Tumblr is hard because sometimes to get to 30 tags you need to just make shit up

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seagullcharmer · 1 year

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me: breaking the chain is just my silly little pseudo-crackfic :-)

breaking the chain: accidentally has too much introspection and angst

#libra.txt #breaking the chain (fic)#finally getting back to writing #so sorry to anyone who thinks this is well thought out or planned #we are flying by the seat of my pants and hoping for the best #i genuinely have no idea what i'm doing #concepts fly into my head and get scrambled by my hands #idk what the end goal is here!#also realised that i am slowly developing my own crossover ship that is only important to myself a la jademythra. and that is alvis&fi #unfortunately their names don't roll off the tongue like jademythra.#also jademythra is so exceptionally brilliant #esp. in context bc like wow. 24.8 hits HARD #and here i am parading my silly little sword spirits around. i just think they're neat!

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ethicstownpod · 1 year

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This has a point - bear with me! I turned twenty-two a non-specified number of days ago. I was at work. My colleagues, upon learning this, got me a card and a cake and threw me a party before our DnD game. They put all this together in the span of my right hour shift; I've only worked there six months. My colleagues are some of my favourite people in the whole world.

My flatmate loves tiktok, an app I despise. But every day she saves rat videos, and then shows them to me when I get home from work/class. My other flatmate once hand-drew me wrapping paper of a hideous little cartoon man because he knew it would make me laugh.

My cousin, who’s eight, always asks everyone else if they want to play with his X-box before he does. There’s a girl in my class who always stops people on the way out to tell them she really liked the points they were making in discussions that day. Every discord server I’ve ever been in has a channel for sharing pictures of your pet. I’ve never met a person who doesn’t want to brag about their friends. I love when you make a baby laugh on the bus, so they try to make you laugh in return.

And now the point! The point is that I think people are so good. So unbelievably, fundamentally good. And I want to write people like that. Even when they’re not being actively good, there’s So Much Good inside of them. There are so many wonderful people in my life, I feel I would be doing them a disservice by not portraying just how amazing people can be.

#writing #positivity #ethics town #writeblr #podcast #and for ppl who like reading tags here's a nice story about rhys (january rhys)#the first time we met he asked me what i wanted to do #like as a job #and usually i dont tell ppl or lie bc its embarrassing but i thought 'this is such a nice boy and and ill never see him again #(lolllll) may as well tell him' so i did #and he was like 'wow thats so neat i bet youd be good at that ppl could do with that my friend does that you should talk!'#yknow bc hes adorable #anyway its like 2 1/2 months later were at a mutual friends b-day. weve spoken about like 1 work thing in the interim bc #rhys aint big on discord and i really have no need to be talking to cast most of the time and like we dont really know each well tbh #but he asks me how my thing i want to do for a job is going and for just a second i genuinely think im going to cry #ive never told ANYONE i wanna do this before. so ive never been asked about this before. and more than that this was a maybe three minute #conversation we had amidst a 50 hour w/ 3 hours of sleep weekend during which time many more interesting topics were covered #why and how tf he remembered that will always be lost on me. but i said 'yeah slow but its happening' and he said 'good i hope you do it'#and then i segued wildly before i did cry at someone elses party #anyway ppl are so great #just so so unbelievably great #there isnt really an end to that story the thing i wanna do takes a reeeeally really long time #buuuuut rhys and i are actual friends now (in case you cant tell by the Everything i say about him lol). which is nice

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bmpmp3 · 2 years

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observe as I cast a spell over my nose

#wait is that flash animation integral to everyones childhood or was it just me. I AM going to KILL YOU with this PLANK. you know #anyone? hello. hello is anyone there #anyway yeah im Thinking Thoughts about all the silent hill news too of course jskadlkhjkfdgfd #pretty optimistic about f and ive heard good things about the devs making townfall so that might be neat #i have no idea what ascension is LOL im assuming some kinda co op thing? could be cool #now....the remake of 2.............#silly complaint: why didnt james gently wave his hand over his nose in the opening cutscene. felt so wrong #serious complaint: im HOPEFUL it will be decent but i have my reservations. 2 honestly really holds up fantastically #like a remaster with a bunch of quality of life things would be ideal but i think thats impossible since iirc they lost the source code?#they could do the thing they did with that one final fantasy game where they remade a 1 to 1 recreation from scratch #but i dunno if anyone wants to do that LOL #also yeah im a little nervous about the dev company. i havent played their other games but i loved layers of fear when i was like. 15 #and then i replayed it when i was like 17 and i was like damn. this game isnt very good #so i dunno.......... insert image of a dog with a nervous vest here #but i guess it doesnt matter too much to me since i dont think ps5s are real. i think they dont exist and i think sony is lying to me #anyway i hope good things come! it would be nice

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 2 years

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We got any names for who owns the cursed copy of living AI? Or does it just swap often.

I had an idea of a guy owning it and playing it a lot when he was like 5, the finding it again in a box of random old tech stuff years later when he was an adult.

I think I called him Andrew, but I haven’t thought of him very much aside from him being a kind of faceless player character. Either way, only one person owns the cursed copy of the game.

#asks are neat #shmorps ocs i guess #yeah I’ll tag this #I do think the characters would recognize him when he played #even if it was a long time since he did #I wouldn’t hope for any content involving him #he’s mainly just an idea #though anyone who wants to can interpret him as you want #I also need to figure out a name for the game itself

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iridescentoracle · 2 years

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okay in retrospect i could/should probably have warned that the girl genius spam reblogs were going to just. be a thing now. after i think literally several years of 99% queued posts. but a) i didn’t really plan on them just being a thing, it was going to be just that first handful, and then i just kind of kept going? b) i was already far enough into the liveblog that if you don’t have GG TSed at this point that’s on you c) do you know how long it takes for the stuff in my queue to post. i literally doubled the speed my queue posts at recently and i still have over 200 posts queued right now. if i stuck these in my queue and didn’t spend two hours rearranging the whole thing like i did for ML none of this would be posting until june.

#take a look at me #[stares at ceiling] i like having thoroughly tagged posts. i like having thoroughly tagged posts. i like having thoroughly tagged posts. i l #you guys it takes so long. it's worth it because i can basically always find any post i've ever reblogged again and it's really nice!!#i have a really solid archive of Stuff I Want To Be Able To Find Again/Just Think Is Neat/etc! and it's mostly really well organized!#but oh my god you guys i hate tagging things so much. it takes so long #at least when you have as many posts to tag as i do‚ which is of course the whole problem #i Have thought about increasing the rate my queue posts at again but the problem is every time i do that i immediately have Life Stuff #that means that i don't have time to be on tumblr until three days after my queue runs out #and i Know there's already been a half-dozen posts that i didn't get tagged until after they were already out of my queue as it is #so speeding up my queue any more feels like just asking for trouble at this point #also like besides the question of my own future convenience there's the like. i have set an expectation for myself #and i actually do try to curate my dash pretty thoroughly and have unfollowed/chosen not to follow a lot of people who post cool stuff #bc they also post a lot of stuff i don't like and tag nothing and it's entirely their right but i don't want stuff i don't like on my dash!#and i don't want to be that person for anyone else if for no other reason than i'd feel like a giant hypocrite #so i just try to make sure i've got at least the next week's worth of posts tagged at all times and hope for the best from there

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kimmkitsuragi · 1 month

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me writing about howl movingcastle for my german class: ich finde ihn toll

#is this the german version for 'i think he's neat ^_^'#i hope it is #yeah anyway obviously im gonna write about the moving castle when it comes to book recommendations in a2 level #what else did anyone expect #tut mir leid meine lehrerin :( sie müssen leider über meinen original babyboy lesen #ich denke dass ich in diesem blog auf deutsch schreiben soll... vielleicht idk #für die praxis #btw if any german speaking people are out there and im making terrible mistakes. do feel free to correct me lmfao #but yayyy now we blogging in 4 languages ^_^ hoffentlich #this is so cringe im sorry #the epic highs and lows of learning a language #🗒

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adverseflyer909 · 10 months

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New Reblog Game

Just infodump about your favorite character in the tags

#addy rambles #anyway im rambling about aizawa #he is So Cool and i love how he thinks its truly so neat #he acts like a hardass right #like he's bluh bluh bluh expells you #but he does it for a REASON DO YOU UNDERSTAND #he's got TRAUMA BABES #he doesnt want ANYONE ELSE to go through what he's gone through #doesnt want ANYONE as a CHILD to experience the heartbreak and loss of losing someone on the field because they were careless #because at the end of the day he is a teacher raising what are essentially child soldiers #and he's working so hard to make sure the ones that survive are the ones that make it through #GOD his heartbreak when 362 i cried #oboro shirakumo and aizawa shouta are both so important to me #i hope they have a good ending #OH AND WHEN S6 #bro had no hesitation when it came between losing his quirk or his leg #when he needs his quirk to protect his students and to help raise eri #he made an instant decision and didnt look back #because he CARES. SO MUCH #no aizawa slander in this household sir

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orcelito · 1 year

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OK I do have that idea for a trigun longfic. And it is almost exclusively trimax inspired lol

#speculation nation #i adore tristamp but it didnt rip my heart out and repair it anew. you know.#so Sentido was my dabbling with tristamp. and then theres the post-Sentido one shot #but then. im going to dig my fingers DEEP into vash's psyche #i wanna do a time travel au. a chance for him to fix his mistakes (& made some new ones!)#tho i gotta finish trimax first. im gonna do that today. probably when i get home.#and then i'll have a solid idea of where im going with it. bc the start depends heavily on the end of trimax #just imagine. vash going through all that shit. but knowing what's going to happen.#trying to deal with this all on his own bc it's vash we're talking about here. of course he wouldnt tell anyone.#i even have an explanation for why time travel is viable. to be explained in the first chapter.#i just think it's neat! i want to hurt him badly but give him hope #and give him wolfwood 🥺🥺🥺🥺#he will be grieving even as he meets him anew. he will never forget the wolfwood he first knew.#and YEAH it has me fucked up just thinking about. PERFECT for the kind of longfic i wanna write.#trigun spoilers/

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seelestars · 1 month

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some bittersweet thoughts abt dating aventurine / sunday after playing 2.1…

firstly, I think I underestimated how hard it would be to get into a relationship with someone like aventurine,, he would need to trust you immensely in order to even attempt dating you

but once you do date him, he’s still very hesitant on being affectionate towards you

he had lost everything, everyone that was dear to him, so the idea of having someone he could lose again scares him

he’s careful not to grow too attached to you, always keeping you at an arms distance despite how much you love and care for him

every morning, he makes sure he wakes up before you so he can leave your side early. it’s not that he doesn’t want to be around you during such vulnerable moments, no, but rather he fears he’ll get too attached to you

he makes sure to tuck you in and press a sweet kiss to your forehead as he smiles to himself sadly before heading out

if you ask him about his reasoning behind leaving so early, he’ll just make excuses and dismiss it as ipc work (there’s a whole angsty idea I have for this related to believing he’s cheating but idk if I should write it)

you try your best to be understanding, staying by his side and comforting him whenever he needs it

in return, he spoils you using his immense wealth

see a necklace you like? no worries, just tell him—tabs always on him after all. want to go out for dinner? of course, the most luxurious restaurant rented out just for the two of you.

it’s his way of making up for his distant nature towards you, he’ll even allow you to hear some stories about his past such as the day he got branded as a slave as he stares at you with a soft gaze and a subtly melancholic smile (he even permits you to call him by his real name, kakavasha!)

with sunday, I believe he’d be a tad bit paranoid when it comes to you

as a neat freak who desperately needs control over anything and everything, he feels like he needs to have some form of control over you as well

you’re very dear and precious to him after all, and he can’t just allow you to slip away from his hands like how robin did

his little bird servants are watching you day and night, making sure you don’t get into any trouble

and at the end of the day, he always asks you regarding what you did the entire day while using his ability to make others tell the truth—he has to make sure you didn’t do anything that would potentially get you into danger, no?

he feels guilty and regretful for resorting to such methods to ensure your complete safety, but he tells himself it’s better to be safe than sorry

if he can, he’ll try to have you by his side as much as possible so he can have you directly under his watch and protect you if necessary

he makes sure to handle you extra delicately and gently, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he helps you wash your hair

he even allows you privileges such as touching his sensitive wings as well as his halo, hoping it helps convey just how special you are to him

to him, you’re safer under his watchful eye and control as the two of you happily spend your days together

if anyone had even dared to imply that they would harm you, sunday would deal with it immediately and make sure you would never see them again

even with all the dirty work he does, you’ll understand, won’t you? everything he does is for you, after all.

#✷ . nova’s brainrot !#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #aventurine x reader #sunday x reader

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spacedace · 28 days

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Still thinking about the Social Worker Jazz concept that @gilbirda posted about and it's slowly turning into a full Anger Management fic send help

Jason at length - much longer than it really should have taken really - set the resume down.

The new Social Worker’s resume. Because she was there, in his office, trying to convince him to hire her as a member of his criminal organization.

Crime Alley’s new social worker. A bright eyed Midwestern transplant from some tiny speck of a place that only qualified as a city because there was nothing bigger in a hundred miles in any direction to claim otherwise. The new social worker who had a Psy D. and three masters degrees and who had graduated Valedictorian. The one that had high paying private gigs lined up all over the country with the offering companies fighting over her.

The one who had, apparently, decided to take a shit job in Gotham’s shoddy social services department instead. The one that got kicked to Crime Alley - which was its own division despite technically being a small neighborhood in the grand scheme of things - within her first month. Supposedly for the sole purpose of scaring her off or getting her killed for all the questions she was asking and secret dealings she was sticking her nose into.

That social worker.

“I’m gonna need you to run this by me again.” Jason said, never so grateful for the voice modulator in his helmet as he was in that moment. It stripped out the bewilderment that had bled through into his words and made him sound stoic instead.

“I’d like to work for you.” The social worker - one Dr. Jasmine Nightingale - repeated primly. Back straight, clothes neat - if skewing more on the librarian side of professional - expression confident and hopeful. Completely and utterly oblivious of how fucking insane she sounded. “I was told that you’re the person in charge of Crime Alley.”

He resisted the urge to scrub at his face. It’d just look weird with his helmet on and not do anything to actually settle him in that moment anyway. “I understood that part.”

“Look, Doc,” She earned a doctorate and she was crazy enough to waltz into the office of one of Gotham’s most powerful Crime Lords, he’d be respectful about using her proper title at least, even if he suspected she was ten pounds of crazy in a five pound bag. “You’re going to have to tell me why. I was under the impression the only reason you ended up dumped on our end of the city ws because you wouldn’t play ball. But now you want to sign up for my crew?”

Nightingale frowned a little at that.

“Is that what people are saying?”

“What else are they gonna say?” Jason answered, leaning back in his seat, “Head of the department only dumps Crime Alley on folks he don’t like. And everyone knows he doesn’t like anyone that can’t or won’t play his game by his rules.”

“Alright, well. I’ll give you that.” Nightingale conceded, “Payne doesn’t like me. The feeling’s mutual. But for the record,” She added giving him a wry smile, as if sharing wry smiles with Red Hood was just something people did, “I asked to be assigned to the Park Row and Bowery neighborhoods.”

“You wanted to work here.”

“Yes.”

“Bullshit.”

Nightingale laughed. It was a bright sound. Not especially clear or pretty, but warm and welcoming in a way that carefully calculated giggles or overdone guffaws couldn’t be. Something with real and honest amusement in it, that encouraged those nearby to laugh along. Not the kind of involuntary, nervous chuckling people tended to slip into when they thought they had pissed someone that scared them off.

She just wasn’t intimidated by him at all, was she?

Behind his helmet, Jason found himself smiling. Just a bit.

“I’m serious.” She assured, blue-green eyes meeting the dark stare of his helmet without a moment of hesitation. He watched as she brushed a lock of her bright red hair behind her ear and out of the way. She’d woven it all into a practical, neat braid but a few sly pieces had snuck out to bounce around her. Gilding her quiet professionalism with a playful charm that worked well with her academia but make it cottagecore kindergarten teacher aesthetic.

“I’ll admit, Gotham wasn’t part of my plan when I first graduated. Time and choices take you funny places sometimes.” She plucked an invisible bit of lint off her soft blue cardigan, not nervous but absent as her gaze went distant for a moment. Thinking back on the events that had led her to his fine city. In a blink, those sharp eyes were back to focusing entirely on him. “But Gotham is where I am now, and I want to help.”

She looked at him, a serious, determined expression settling easily on her face. “The city as a whole has so much chaos and crime breaking out all the time.” No censure or horror in her voice, just a neutral fact to be observed. “But where the rest of the city has millions of dollars poured into it by various foundations or charities run by the Waynes, Park Row is largely ignored.”

Jason watched as steeliness sharpened her gaze, the blue-green shifting from the shine of a bird’s wing to the warning hue of something poisonous and deadly. “No one deserves that. No one.” Her chin tilted up, proud but not imperious. “So yes, I want to work here. There are people in Park Row and the Bowery who need help and I refuse to let any of them feel like they are going to be ignored.”

Jason considered her.

Really looked at her. Pealing back his initial off handed impression of her as some clueless transplant in over her head with no idea of what she was doing or what she was poking her nose into to find the real woman beneath. Her confident poise, her clear unshakable belief, her unflinching willingness to look danger in the eye and not blink. The tense curve of her frown, the lines of pain at the corners of her eyes, the simmering anger beneath it all. There was an edge to her, too. Something sharp and dangerously well hidden by the cardigan and folksy charm of her accent.

It was personal for the woman before him, Jason realized. Maybe not Crime Alley specifically, but something about the whole situation. The treatment the neighborhood and its residents received from the city at large, from those even beyond it.

Crime Alley wasn’t a place that received much in the way of charitable thought. The average joe with their house in Somerset and job at some corporate shithole hating every second of their life but thinking at least I don’t live in Crime Alley. Those asshole hoity-toites in city hall throwing money around equally between shit that’d get them re-elected and their off-shore slush funds in the Caymens doing their damn level best to pretend the black mark on the other end of the city just didn’t exist. Bruce, flooding the entire city with charitable programs and carefully constructed infrastructures shying away from the manifested grief and trauma that was the place he watched his parents get murdered.

For the most part no one from outside of the Alley gave a shit about the Alley other than as a place to avoid at all costs. And most of the time those natives that manages to claw their way out into better and brighter lives didn’t ever turn to glance back. Orpheus could have learned a thing or to from an ex-Alley Kid who managed to eek out a steady 9-to-5 and move to Burnley.

And something about that seemed to piss Dr. Jasmine Nightingale Psy. D right the fuck off.

He could see why Bill said he liked her enough to let her in.

“Alright.” He said, tilting his head, watching the woman seated across from him carefully, “Still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here. Why you’re trying to get on my payroll.”

“I’m not trying to get on your payroll.” She said, some of the glinting edge softening, but the steel remaining. Strong and unyielding. “I’m trying to get into your community outreach program.”

Jason thanked god and all the saints once again for the gift of his helmet. That baby had saved his ass more times than he could count both by keeping his head in one piece and keeping his stupefied expressions wrapped up and hidden from view. Dr. Nightingale was one hell of a woman to make him have to rely on that fact twice in one conversation.

“Wasn’t aware that was something I had.”

Nightingale, not fortunate enough to have a full face covering helmet of her own, had nothing to hide her stupefied expression behind. Jason had a feeling she might have removed it to make sure he saw even if she did though. She looked like she had caught him eating glue like it was a cheese stick.

“Yes you do.” She said, sounding deeply confused but unshakable confident in what she was saying. “I’ve seen it. The soup kitchens, the shelters, the collection boxes for donating old clothes, the after school day care.” Nightingale ticked off on her fingers, “I’ve lived here for less than two weeks and I’ve lost count of all the things I’ve seen setup to help people struggling in the area that I’ve been very reliably informed you and your organization are behind.”

Oh.

Those.

“Those aren’t part of some community outreach program.” He said, “We are simply locals offering services for our neighbors.”

He watched as her caught-him-eating-glue expression shifted into one that said she’d stumbled upon him licking electrical sockets for a mid-day pick-me-up instead. He had to give it to her, the woman was not afraid to let one of the most dangerous men in the city know she thought he was a fucking idiot.

“Let me see if I understand this right.” She said, and he appreciated that there wasn’t any kind of condescension in her voice, even though she very clearly thought he’d been dropped on his head as a baby. Possibly from the top of a three story building. “You have a large group of people working together to plan, organize and execute multiple services in your area - your community, if you will - that provide aid and support to those that otherwise would not receive it. Reaching out with your available time and resources to offer these services, that you provide. For free.”

Alright, Jason got it. He had stumbled ass backwards into creating a community outreach program. But he wasn’t just going to let her think she won this one. He was Red Hood, he had a reputation to uphold here.

“What makes you think any of that is free?” He tilted his head at just the right angle, the one that cast shadows across the planes of his helmet and made him look hell-touched and terrifying. “Just because we don’t charge money, doesn’t mean there isn’t a price to pay.”

Dr. Nightingale, dressed like a damn kindergarten teacher, laughed at him.

#dpxdc #jazz fen #jason todd #social worker jazz #social worker jazz fenton #anger management ship #anger management #pre anger management #jason todd x jazz fenton #i don't know why i keep writing scenes where Jazz writes resumes to apply to work for crime bosses but it just feels right in my soul okay #the real reason Jason wears a full face helmet is so people can't tell when he utterly fails to hide his emotions about something #the idea of social worker jazz working in crime alley has completely consumed me mind body and soul

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Dating Tom Marvolo Riddle

Warnings: NSFW, possessiveness, toxicity

A/n: sorry for the long absence babes! I’m in my depressive episode again, but I finally managed to finish those hc’s, they’ve been in my drafts for ages🙄. Anyways, hope you’ll enjoy it💖

Even though Tom never expresses his attraction toward you verbally, you can still see just how much you mean to him through his actions. His love is all about the small gestures like fixing the askew collar of your shirt, sharing his notes if you have difficulties in some classes, making sure that you eat enough etc.

You’re the only one who can actually touch him. Of course, teachers, especially Slughorn, often give Tom encouraging pats on the back or shoulder, but only you are allowed to touch his skin. To play with neat waves of his dark hair, brush your fingertips against Tom’s cheekbones in endearment, interlock your fingers while walking down school halls together. Only you

Tom is very possessive, not only with treasured magical objects, but also with you. He wants everyone to know that you are his, his and his only. Most of the time one of his hands rests securely around your shoulders or waist, keeping you as close as possible, glaring down at anyone who looks at you longer than a few seconds

Because of said possessiveness Tom is almost always by your side - you sit together in all your shared classes, and if it happened that he doesn’t take one of the subjects that you do, he has his devoted followers to be right beside you instead, making sure that no ‘unreliable’ people from your class are in near proximity to you. Outside of classes - you’re almost always seated on his lap. In the common room, courtyard, library - everywhere. He especially loves it when you sit on his lap during his privat meetings in the Room of Requirements - him sitting in the head of a long table with you cuddled up into his side, surrounded by his followers listening resolutely to every word he says. It gives him such a sense of power, having not only all of his minions, but also you - the only person he loves - at his complete mercy

Every one of Tom’s followers knows better than to talk to you, unless you are the one who starts conversation. And god forbid them being anything than polite and friendly to you.

Casual dominance? Yes, Tom is all about that. He likes it when you submit to his orders, no matter how small and trivial they are. “Darling, finish your tea, you need to warm up after a walk” or “Go to bed now, it’s too late” or “Put your book down, you’ve been reading for too long. Let your eyes rest”. And it angers Tom so much when you disobey, he wants what’s best for you, why can’t you see that? Most of the conflicts you guys have are actually caused by that, because you too don’t like being pushed around like a small child

Talking about conflicts - it is extremely hard for Tom to admit that he’s wrong, so if conflicts do occur between you two, Tom makes it look like you are the guilty one (even if you’re not). So yeah, he’s still a bit toxic, no matter how hard he tries to suppress it within himself

NSFW ahead!

Despite popular opinion walking around this mesmerizing platform, I don’t think that Tom sleeps around with every person he deems attractive. In fact, I’m pretty sure you’ll be his first (and only) sexual partner, even despite all the girls and boys almost throwing themselves on him in hopes of getting at least one touch

WILL👏FINGER👏YOU👏LITERALLY EVERYWHERE👏 Okay but this man has absolutely no shame when it comes to his lover (meaning you). Plus points if you’re in public place like library or classroom, and god, is he cocky. “You gotta be quiet, yeah? Don’t want other people to hear how much of a slut you are, do we?” all while his long slender fingers make their way up under your skirt, past the elastic of your pretty panties, and all you are left to do is to spread your legs a bit wider for Tom, and try to be as quiet as possible. And oh, don’t forget to take notes, you’re still in a middle of a class!

NOT into daddy kink. Being an orphan, even the word ‘dad’ itself feels strange, wrong even for Tom, so if you want to call him daddy - expect him to freak the fuck out. But if you’re into names he’d love it if you call him ‘sir’ or ‘master’, it gives him sense of power and authority over you

And while we’re on this topic - you’re called everything BUT your name in bed. Tom loves calling you names - whore, slut, fucktoy, darling, sweetness, princess - all that stuff. And oh, when he mixes praise with degradations, all while fucking you absolutely stupid *sighs dreamily*. “What’s that dollface? Is it too much for you? Can this slutty cunt take no more of my cock inside, hm? Stop pretending sweetheart, I know how much of a greedy whore you are, so shut the fuck up and take it”

Definitely will pin you against the wall as he towers over your smaller form, one hand resting next to your head while the other one cups your face gently, forcing you to look him straight in the eyes while whispering the filthiest things ever, making your panties soaking wet in a matter of minutes just by using his words. “You’re so needy, aren’t you? Walking around in that short skirt, swaying your hips like that. Think I didn’t notice, hm? I’d love to see those hips swaying while you ride my cock, what do you think about that?”

Even though Tom expects full obedience from you, he still likes it when you get a bit bratty. When you comply with every one of his orders, but there’s still something mischievous and coquettish about your behavior - naughty little comments slipping off your tongue here and there, and then you are batting that pretty doe eyes up at him, as if it wasn’t you saying all those things. “Moan louder” he orders in a strained voice, hips snapping into yours with loud smacking sound. “Fuck harder then” you quip back, sly smirk curling your lips at the sight of Tom’s perfect eyebrows pulling together in a frown. Your small giggle dies in your throat as man pulls out of you, just to slam his cock all the way back into your pussy, making your body jolt forward with the ferocity of the impact. Want it harder - you get it harder

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