#The villains protect the clinic too

[nn-ee-zz]

What are your other OC's like? I'm interested in hearing about the stories you came up with for them.

UH OH youre gonna get me talking!

My OCs are NPCs by origin. I was (still am) the DM of my friend group and to get their characters moving along I had to create my own.

Unexpectedly, my friends loved them.

ILYA - unwell henchman

i know its a boys name,

An aiding hand to an ambiguous villain, Ilya was introduced as sneaky, smiling, and untrustworthy. The facade collapsed once she vomited inside a cup after accidentally touching the liquified remains of (unbeknown to her) her younger sibling. The villain is a wizard of great power and transported all the liquid from their body to put out a fire, mummifying and killing the person in the process in an attempt to save several.

She seeks her sibling amongst the city. The tingling awareness of their demise at the hands of the guild she encouraged them to join and growing panic and grief led her to start a fight with someone who is spiraling as well.

She ends up at the local clinic, heavily injured and minus one eye, and spirals further from her injuries, her guilt, and the knowledge her family was correct about her being too mentally fragile to be in the city. Until....

(For now. The overall arc for this character is of recovery and improvement instead of pain and self-destruction. Forgive your past and find value within you that goes beyond self-sacrifice. With the help of others, of course.)

Despite her questionable moral position, a lot of characters feel the need to protect her.

Art - Her wearing another characters shirt and her getting a widdle kiss from said character, because even I (the monster freak artist) have my lovely ships

ED - emo organ trafficker

''Nez, I want my oc to be kidnapped and rescued by another oc'' ''Hm, I'll make up a guy to kidnap them then''

Originally meant to be a minor antagonist that would kidnap a character to harvest their organs and be easily defeated. Villain of the week type.

However, his snarky behavior, violent temperament, fancy victorian-boy-esque looks captured a lot of attention. He is a little freak but his direct words seem to bring out a lot of honesty in other characters.

Fun facts; His name is inspired by Edward Hyde. He is roomates and best friend/adopted sibling to Ilya. He makes an effort to be fancier than he is because he was born a bastard child and forced to be his fathers servant before he murdered his siblings and father and joined the army to escape (where he met ilya and ultimately got adopted into her family <333)

Art - Him, and him as a chibi fighting the guy who rescued the person he kidnapped. They also fall in love

REDD - funny bully

I recently made an oc just to mess around with the players while they were in jail! Well, now one of them drank his blood and is forever connected to him. The other one got her finger broken cuz she poked him. He also had the prision keys the entire time but pretended to be a prisioner as well. What a menace! I love making horrible pests. His name is red cuz thats how the others refered to him, because I described him as having red hair and red eyes.

Isnt it funny how despite being a DM I never use my monster designs?! I find it a lot more interesting to make characters specifically meant to alter the course of the character development of my players. I love to change deeply and irrevocably! : D

#ask #ocs #long post

[jeunebug]

I wasn’t even a Toshiro fan before but some of y’all’s brain dead takes are making me one. Farcille rules my heart, though I’m finding some of y’all are villainizing Toshiro cause of itand that shit pisses me off. I finished the manga and the adventurers Bible so info will be drawn from there.

Racism is present in the Dungeon meshi world. Racism against different races — especially the short lived ones — so why would it be hard to not realize that micro aggressions could be present as well? Then again most people don’t recognize those because they’ve never experienced them.

As somebody whose Asian herself, I really emphasize with Toshiro. I was a weird little girl prone to ignoring other things in order to fixate on my own interests for hours and I wasn’t exactly normal about it. Vibe wise. That sort of behavior wasn’t really dignified or approved of and made it difficult for me to be accepted or tolerated amongst my peers.

Though I became more of a Laois now I’m older, I grew up forcing myself to mask my weird traits and restrain my words because they made me lonely and grew up resenting and longing for that weirdness I used to love.

That need to restrain himself was amplified by Toshiro’s upbringing, so it was likely why he tolerated Laois’s behavior toward him. I think he likes Laois actually (and seen by how he protects him and continued to help Laois after the fight), but there’s this undercurrent of resentment because of a jealousy about Laois’s ability to say whatever he wants and annoyance because of micro-aggressions. I’ve had friends like that. People I loved but resented, and eventually resentment won out. People often mixed mine and another Asian friends names up all the time, something I was too awkward to correct out of fear of being disrespectful, but damn it pissed me off. Toshiros name isn’t Shuro, its Toshiro. And his favorite food isn’t rice (I’ve got that one too).

Laois isn’t intentionally doing those micro aggressions, he’s feeding into the societally ingrained attitudes of his country. But it’s still a excruciating experience for Toshiro to receive even if Laois didn’t intend it.

Toshiro’s a funny and sad loser to me. But I feel empathy for him. Laois and Marcille are my faves but I’m a clinically obligated Toshiro defender.

#toshiro nakamoto #shuro dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #dungeon meshi #laois touden

[poraphia]

"A Siren’s Tale."

Chapter 3 of "If you look at me, I'll listen to you."

➵ PAIRING! clinic!villain!wilbur x hero!reader

➵ CREATING! 11.9.23 | 2215 words

➵ CONTAINING! reader is eavesdropping on siren, siren reminisces on past relationship with reader, brief use of she/her pronouns, george having pretty privilege lmao

➵ SAYING! here it is! the long awaited chapter 3. I’m literally in class right now writing this— I was just too excited. I hope everyone enjoys! and if you haven’t already, please read chapter 1 and chapter 2 just to get a better understanding of the story <3

My masterlist :)

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Siren.

Siren.

Siren.

A dangerous man, many would call him.

With the ability to make anyone abide to his commands with just the soothing sound of his voice, he was generally perceived as a menace to society.

I sat in my office, scanning through what notes I had gathered on the main three syndicate members. Papers scattered all over my corkboard with different colored pins. There were lined papers with ink smudges, printed out photos of the villains, and small sticky notes jotting down minor details. Zephyrus and Blade’s evaluations had been done already, each with their own interesting finds.

Most of my studying took place before, during, and after hero and villain encounters. I watched from afar, gathering how each member would interact with the other. I’ve noticed that Zephyrus would always look back to check on Blade and Siren, and whenever Blade looked like he was in any sort of distress (which was rare by all means), Zephyrus would immediately stop what he was doing in order to protect Blade.

Blade would bicker with Siren every once in a while, and would occasionally stop protecting Siren just to prove some sort of point, but he would never take it too far and prioritized the safety of Zephyrus and Siren. With his interactions with Siren, it made me wonder if they were related in some sort of way. Their duality couldn't be something strangers could just bond with one another. That goes for Zephyrus too. It was like his wings were assembled feather by feather in order to protect those boys.

I exhaled deeply out of my nose, thumping my forehead on the board. If anything, it felt like I was making up bullshit as I went, and it was driving me insane. I stepped away from the board and plopped down in my seat, rolling away from my computer desk and into the middle of the room.

I was growing restless and getting tired from watching at a distance. So badly I craved the feeling of just wanting to be in an isolated area with one of these villains. A one-on-one session wouldn't be so bad with the syndicate at this rate. I knew it was dangerous, and frankly I think HQ wouldn't be so fond of me interacting with a villain on a personal level like that, but boredom was seeping into my veins like a snake.

Knock knock.

I whip my head around, realizing it was George standing outside my door. His goggles were resting on his head and he was wearing his civilian clothes. I waved at him through the window, giving him the signal that he could come in. He twisted the knob before closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” he said, slightly waving his hand. “just wanted to check up on your progress before I head home for the day.” He walked up to the corkboard, examining each little Polaroid and handwritten note with his hands in his pockets. I watched as his eyes darted to each spew of information.

Finally, he turned to me and pointed. “Haven't gotten to Siren yet, I presume.” he commented. I sighed, twirling a little in my chair.

“Yeah, this week I was gonna evaluate Siren.” I softly chuckled. Suddenly, a question that had been lingering in my mind arose. George and I were were similar in regards of power, but George was prioritized as a main hero. “Hey, George?” I asked.

“what's up?” He replied, tilting his head. I sat up in my chair, playing with my sleeves as I spoke.

“How did you end up fighting as a hero? I mean I heard you used to be in the detainment center too for a while, but now you're a regular fighter.” I asked. This question had been in my mind the moment I learned about his powers. To be completely honest, comparing me and him together, my powers would serve to be more useful in battle. Shouldn't he be the one in the detainment center rather than me?

“To be completely honest, (y/n), I just had connections.” he answered blankly. I tilted my head, a little confused. He continued to explain as he returned his gaze to my board.

“I didn't have to prove myself. I didn't have to go on this wild mission just to show that I wouldn't use this dangerous power for bad. All I did was be friends with Clay.” He shrugged. “I don't know if he coerced the council or they just noticed that I hung out with the heroes a lot, but one day they just.. Transferred me into the team with the occasional detainment center gig.”

I sat there with furrowed eyebrows and an expression of bewilderment. “How long did it take you to transfer..?” I quietly asked.

“Oh, like about three months I guess.” he answered nonchalantly.

Three.. Huh..?

Roughly I've been working my ass off for five months straight, and every time I request that I take up any type of hero mission, just as simple as to patrol, I either get denied or get no response, and he’s telling me that it's as easy as just being friends with Clay..?

I smiled and looked at George. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.” he nodded before waving his hand.

“Yeah, I'll catch you later, (y/n).” and with that, he left my office.

I couldn't help but sit there and sulk. Who would've known that my goal was much easier to achieve as long as I was buddy buddy with hero of the century? It felt all unfair.

I looked at my corkboard again. My information suddenly felt so.. Useless. I barely learned a thing. How would the information I'm learning now contribute anything spectacular on the battle field?

My eyes then wandered to Siren.

A man of notorious power.

A man I haven’t evaluated yet.

And a man who I was going to see tonight.

I left the office at around 9 o'clock, which was usually when villains and vigilantes started to wander the streets. I thought it was best to be on the streets as a civilian. Despite me not being a battlefield hero, it was still important not to draw any attention. I was still a hero, which meant regardless, I was a potential target. I sauntered the streets of South Bay. It had been a while since I was in this area, at least in civilian form. There were some times I was here dressed as a hero, but it was because I was doing research on the Syndicate. Other than that, I never really found a purpose being in here.

That, and the fact that I didn’t want to see Wil anytime soon.

I clutched my bag close to me, wandering through the empty streets. Rats were scurrying in alleyways and litter was scattered alongside the pavement. There was a light breeze enough to send chills amongst my skin. Only the flickers of the streetlights could be heard buzzing above me.

“Fuck, what am I getting myself into..” I muttered quietly to myself. I rubbed my shoulders, attempting to warm myself up. There was no sign of Siren, or any villain showing up for that matter. Sighing, I looked at the building across the street. Maybe a rooftop would be a good view? I was reaching for simply anything. Any sort of danger, excitement, something more than just that plain gray interrogation room and the constant buzzing of the ceiling lights. Sighing, I began walking across the street to find the fire escape of a building.

After what felt like millions of flights of stairs, I was finally at the top. My legs ached and my breath was unsteady. I felt like collapsing onto the cold concrete and falling asleep forever. When I looked up, I noticed that one of the double doors were open ajar with a stopper. Curious, I peaked through the cracks to see if anyone else was on this rooftop with me.

Lo and behold,

There he stood.

Siren leaned against the concrete barrier as he stared at the night sky. His flop of brown hair swooshed with the quiet winds along with the end tails of his coat. It took enough will power to not continue to gawk at the sight.

I needed a way to see him up close.

I covered one eye and projected a hallucination with the other. There, I summed a tiny cat wandering around the rooftop. It's small paws weren't enough to provoke him, meaning that I had to make noise hallucinations as well.

A tiny meow squeaked from the small creature, finally grabbing the attention of the villain. Siren turned his head only to be met face to face with the creature.

“Aw.. Hey there little buddy..” he cooed. He then fully turned around, letting me catch a glimpse of his appearance.

His coat hugged his curves perfectly, and he was masked with a navy blue blindfold. I couldn't make out his complexion that well under the moonlight. The cat sat a few feet away from him, tempting him to move closer. Siren looked around to check his surroundings before walking over and crouching to the cat’s level.

Holy shit.

Siren was right in front of me.

“You're so cute!” he exclaimed in awe. I watched as his hand steadily approached the feline as I manifested the feeling of fur against his touch. He carefully caressed it as I leaned closer against the ajar door to get a better look at the man.

“You know.. I don't know why but something about you reminds me of her.” Siren noted. I retreated a little from the door. Should I be listening to this? This seems a little personal. Siren chuckled. “I don't know. There's a feeling to you, little guy, that reminds me of when I was teen.” he moved his hand so that is was now under the cats chin. Siren sighed, admiring the cat. He seemed to be lost in thought as he stared at it.

“I.. I miss them.” He finally uttered. “She was my beautiful lily when we were kids.” He softly chuckled. I made the cat cuddle up to him more, earning more of his trust. Without realizing, I was holding my breath, straining my ears just to hear another word from him. “That makes me sound old, doesn't it?” I directed the cat to meow in response. The adrenaline was sparking through my body from such a high risk position, but this has been the most information I've ever gotten from a villain, all in five minutes! I leaned in more to listen.

“I remember back when we were kids we would always go to each other's houses after school. They would help me with work and then I would make lunch for us together.” he smiled. “I-I didn't even know how to cook! I would have to ask my dad the night before just to learn a simple recipe. Then my brother would complain we were making too much noise..”

What..? But that sounds so..

Siren lifted his head up, staring into the midnight sky. His smile slowly started to fade as an expression of regret only rested upon his lips. “I messed up..” he muttered. “I really did.. And I.. I wonder if they're okay. Last time I saw them was at that Cafe weeks back. Maybe I could ask Tom if he's seen them..”

Oh..

Oh, fuck.

I frantically blinked and lost my concentration to keep the cat hallucination. The cat had disappeared from his grasp, but thankfully, Siren was still looking up at the sky. Without sparing a second, I raced down the stairs, frantic to leave the area as quickly as I could. I started skipping steps and near tumbling as I descended down each flight. It wasn't until I burst through the doors and ran down the street I finally felt safe.

My chest burned along with my face. The cold air stung my cheeks and my legs wobbled with each step, but I was finally far enough to be considered safe. My feet slammed against the grainy, empty road as my lungs desperately searched for air.

Fuck,

I had almost gotten caught.

I ran my fingers through my messy, tangled hair as I attempted to regain my composure. Once my vision steadied, I began looking around. I looked to my left, seeing a familiar set of buildings close together. The distinct streetlight standing on the edge of the sidewalk and the few couple of trees planted in their designated area.

This familiar area could only mean one thing.

I slowly turned to my right, only to be met with the big logo of a big cloud and cursive letters, with a coffee doodle shining in LED.

Puffy’s Cloudy Cafe.

And there was Tommy at the counter.

“(y/n)?”

I whipped my head around, eyes widening even more.

“Wilbur..?”

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a / n ~ adding a cliffhanger after already not posting in so long smhh but its definitely gave me more motivation to keep working on this fic. maybe ill post it on ao3? idkk. likes, reblogs, and replies are super superrr appreciated! :D

tagging ~ @joviepog @heartofwritiing @themonsterunderurmom @listenheresweaty

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[nelkcats]

Hood Assistant

Prompt Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Next Ao3

Part 4

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Hate is born from fear, and rebellion from curiosity, so what is love born from?

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Jonathan Crane wasn't always a clinically insane villain, or that's what he tells himself inside his cell; he was a brilliant scientist, and everything was going perfectly until the conflict of morality entered his practices.

It was just a couple of people, there are millions of them. Crane saw no problem in subjecting his own co-workers to his new invention "fear gas" and it was a success! for a few minutes at least; and then he was accused of so many absurd things that he can't be bothered to try to remember.

The worst part was not that, but the thousands of eyes that always watched him from the window, reddish eyes judging the center of his soul, those damn feathered creatures that mocked him, since he was a child he could remember the flying rats circling around him, he hated them!

Always there, always watching, judging, judging, judging, yelling loudly, laughing at him, Crane had had enough; even when "Scarecrow" was born he tried to drive them away, that was the whole purpose of the damn body protection, the research suit of him, but even during his last fight with batman they were there. The "Robins" themselves caused him dislike because they alluded to those flying monsters.

Finally he could get rid of them, he had decided to share his research to the world by testing it on humans in the past, when he still cared about general opinion; That was apparently disapproved, however if he got rid of the airborne pests it should be better right?

"I am a genius!" Crane exclaimed between laughs as he walked through the desolate streets of Crime Alley, his escape was not difficult at all, there were as many corrupt guards in Arkham as there were in the police, only one of his men got the job and before anyone knew it he was free.

He had made up his mind, if he could combine his research and get rid of those flying beasts it would all be worth it, literally two birds with one stone! a little infection in the legs of one of them and not even Batman could stop him.

"I have to get close to those things, though," Scarecrow muttered in disgust, watching the crows watching him from the telephone wires, "I suppose sacrifices must be made for human progress."

From the top of a telephone tower, a light-eyed crow watched the villain curiously, flapping its wings and following him through the streets. It was normal since he wasn't an adult yet so most things made him curious, a few days ago he had followed a bright red helmet and he fed him, he assumed it would be the same situation.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice," the crow exclaimed, echoing Crane's words, albeit in a slightly broken way.

"That's right, sacrifices" although he was reluctant to agree, Scarecrow nodded "now where was my safe house? I had one around here"

With easy steps, not caring too much about the fact that he was a fugitive at the time, Crane headed toward a mostly abandoned apartment complex, he recalled setting up a safe house on the spot.

"Here it is!"

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"Ugh, Cujo turn off the alarm," Danny muttered, tiredly rolling over on his bed, and trying to put a pillow over his ears.

Failing to accomplish his task, he gave up and removed the pillow, getting up and trying to open his eyes to focus on his surroundings. Even though it was mostly dark in his room, ghost powers were quite useful when it came to night vision.

"Johnny what the hell are you doing here?" The half questioned seeing not only Cujo sleeping next to him but also a blond ghost glowing like a radioactive pit in the middle of his room. He wondered if he was watching him sleep but ended up dismissing the thought, Johnny would get bored doing that.

"I came to notify you and this is how you pay me?" the ghost asked, offended, he'd hung up on his late night call with Kitty and all.

"Notify me what?" The doubtful boy questioned as he petted the ghost dog, which instead of waking up just rolled to the side reluctantly "and how did Cujo not wake up with all that noise? Did you set an alarm?"

"No, it's all over the city" Johnny sighed, although he didn't need sleep he liked to "Something about a place called Arc Ham, an escape, I didn't quite understand what they were talking about"

"Uh, I don't know what they mean either" the halfa frowned and checked his phone, it was 4:42 in the morning and he had an unread message.

Early Meeting - Jason

Johnny moved closer to read because privacy in the apartment was apparently optional, or so Danny thought wearily.

"Oh, he wants to see you early? More time for you to fantasize about your life together and your future cat" the blond scoffed.

"Shut up Johnny, I still have to ask Hood about his relationship, I'm not breaking up a couple" Danny said resignedly, he really needed to confirm that.

Deciding that it wasn't really possible for him to go back to sleep he stretched and yawned, maybe it would be a good start to his day early.

"Let's go have breakfast, it's going to be 5 o'clock anyway and I don't think we'll sleep with all that noise" he commented leaving his room and going to the living room of the apartment, to be part of an abandoned building in one of the worst places from the city it was quite spacious; Of course, both Technus and Danny made some improvements, avoiding touching the strange room in the back.

"Sure Hun, I could use some ecto" the ghost followed him, letting the pup sleep for a bit longer.

When they turned on the kitchen lights, something began to knock on the door. It seemed that they were trying to open it, the ghost and the halfa looked at each other doubtfully.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice!" The voice of a crow was heard outside.

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"What do you mean Scarecrow escaped from Arkham, Replacement?" Jason questioned with annoyance as he walked through his apartment, a couple of hours ago he had finished his rounds on Crime Alley and it turns out that he couldn't sleep because he had a crazy person on his streets.

"Yes, he is in your territory so we decided not to interfere until we told you first" Tim said, his relationship with his older brother was strained at best.

"Don't you dare invade, I'll take care of him." Jason frowned, he didn't need the whole gang in his house.

"It'd be safer if we could go now, Little Wing-" Dick tried to reason.

"No, I'll take care of him" Jason stated again.

"Fine, but let us know if you need backup" Dick sighed, there was no reasoning with his little brother when he was like that, he was too stubborn.

"It's too early anyway, he's probably hiding, Crane is dramatic enough to wait until dark." Jason sighed reluctantly, waving goodbye and disconnecting the communications.

"It's better if I gather the gang earlier, don't you think, beautiful?" He questioned bending down and stroking Dog's head affectionately, although at first he was going to leave the pitbull at a shelter, he had grown fond of her.

Deciding that this was the best course of action he sent a message to all the "Hoodlins" or whatever they decided to call themselves that week for an earlier meeting. It was better to coordinate a delivery of gas masks in the community, for any mishap. Just in case Crane decided to go even crazier than usual.

"At least they didn't ask about the helmet" he hummed uncertainly, technically there was nothing wrong, but after a confrontation with a gang and some baseball bats it ended up being dented, his communications were pretty affected.

He could quickly repair it in the Batcave but he refused to set foot in the place before the weekly meeting Alfred forced them to attend. He decided to check it out in the afternoon, he was pretending to be just "Jason" and could claim that the Hood was looking for Crane, which wasn't a lie.

In the worst case he would call Babs to alert the bats if he ran into Scarecrow while he was camouflaging himself as a "civilian", he hated being rescued but it was unlikely to happen.

He couldn't be that unlucky, right?

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"Uh, I wonder if it's the owners calling," Danny muttered under his breath as the door kept swinging.

Deciding to ignore the strange phenomenon for now (what could happen to them? They were already dead) he passed a container of ecto to Johnny while he poured himself a coffee, with radioactive green foam of course.

"Didn't food used to come alive when you did that?" questioned the ghost looking at the coffee uncertainly, he had fought alive hot dogs before and didn't find it a fun experience.

"Not in such small quantities, my parents had a full fridge; it's like comparing putting a drop of acid in water with putting a drop of water in acid" the halfa commented nonchalantly, all of his ectoplasm was arranged to isolate itself from food and being properly protected, the radiation was basically nil.

"Right." Johnny internally wondered if no one had called child protection or OSHA, but looking at the boy who was literally a foot from the grave he figured it was too late.

The ghost decided that it was better to change the subject before going into an existential crisis about his friend/ex/roommate with little sense of survival and unsafe home, Danny was not a Fenton anymore after all. Luckily he remembered an important question that Kitty had asked him earlier.

"Hey Danny, if you didn't have money to pay for an apartment when you got here, how did you get this place?" Johnny questioned curiously as the thought came to his mind again, he remembered the halfa complaining about it, and Kitty was curious too.

Danny didn't answer and just looked away, which made the blonde suspicious.

"Danny?" he asked again

"Maybe there was an empty apartment in good condition and I just...occupied it" the halfa replied, drinking his coffee and trying to get out of the conversation.

"DID YOU STEAL AN APARTMENT?" The ghost exclaimed in surprise.

"Well, it's not stealing if no one is claiming it" the boy defended himself.

"Weren't you supposed to be the hero?" Johnny questioned in dismay.

 "No, I'm retired," Danny shrugged.

Johnny looked at the boy again, trying to connect the current image with the teenage hero he remembered, guessing he had simply slipped more to the gray side of things.

Was it his fault? He questioned himself for a few seconds before remembering all the boy's influences in his life and denying, no, Danny definitely had worse examples.

"Actually there is a room that we decided not to check for that reason, it felt weird" commented the halfa looking at the end of the corridor "Technus said it was creepy and I left it alone"

"Aren't you curious what can scare even a ghost?" The blond asked, now he wanted to explore the room.

"No Johnny, leave the place alone" Danny dismissed the comment.

"Oh come on, you can't just say there's a secret and unexplored room and forbid it" the ghost frowned, maybe he was getting carried away by the same influence of rebellion that had led him to die but he didn't care.

"I'm literally Schrödinger's cat, I don't want to be the cat that dies of curiosity too, the next thing we know I'll grow cat ears" the halfa denied, what works, works.

"Coward" the blond frowned annoyed.

"Fine, you can search the room but it will be at your own risk, okay? You have to face the consequences if something happens" Danny resigned himself to letting Johnny discover whatever was in there, he didn't care so much but maybe it would be nice to know .

"Cool!" The ghost lit up like a Christmas tree and floated to the mysterious door, opening it.

The room was quite strange, it looked like a study full of chemicals and various things, there were multiple glass bottles bubbling and had formulas on the walls; the final result, if the annotations could be trusted, it looked like some kind of spray, the ghost approached the container with curiosity. It was obvious that the place hadn't been used in a while, but someone had left a job unfinished.

"Uh, it looks like some kind of gas, I think this was a mad scientist's house" Johnny commented uncertainly as he sprayed some gas, it didn't seem to do anything, but to be fair he didn't really need to breathe, and there was no way it would affect his skin if it wasn't meant for ectoplasm.

"A gas?" Danny peeked down the hall, seeing the chem lab Johnny was in, he supposed it was ironic moving from a house with a lab in the basement to an apartment with a lab down the hall.

"Yeah, there's a trap door here, so there must be more, maybe even a basement" the ghost commented curiously, it was obvious what he planned to explore next "the gas doesn't do anything though"

"It's probably meant for humans, you don't breathe so it doesn't affect you" the halfa theorized more than determined to get away from the lab if Johnny was spraying dangerous substances all over the place.

"I guess" The ghost agreed, he was about to open the hatch when he heard the front door give way; he left the laboratory alarmed and closed the door, he could see the place when someone was not invading his temporary haunt.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice!" was heard again.

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"Damn, the door is locked" after twenty minutes of pushing the apartment door Scarecrow was starting to get annoyed, he knew the place was old but this was just ridiculous.

To top it off, the number of crows that were watching him had increased, what was the point of the disguise if they were going to follow him like lost ducklings?

"Get out, get out, get out" he tried to push them away, it probably looked ridiculous, considering that the little annoyances flapped their wings and came closer, he could see in their eyes how they were judging him again, it was frustrating.

"Get out, get out, get out" the crows repeated together.

Crane's anger was building, were the damn birds kicking him out? He couldn't believe the nerve of the things, he really needed to get rid of them as soon as possible. If only the bloody door would give way.

"Shut up!" He exclaimed in annoyance, although he knew that wouldn't work.

"Shut up, shut up" repeated the crows with joy, they really were very intelligent.

Deciding to ignore the creatures he turned his attention to the door again; after all his attempts the damn thing had opened and he could access his safe house.

"Finally!" Scarecrow smiled, he just needed a few minutes in his lab and everything would be solved.

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Shadow wasn't very forthcoming, unlike most concept-born ghosts who expressed their opinions freely, they preferred hiding; They could understand that most of their acquaintances had thought they were just part of Johnny and honestly they didn't care. Because as stupid as it sounds bad luck marveled at love, and he learned the most important thing: to spend your existence learning by your Soulmate's side, protecting and caring for them was worth it.

And maybe it was true, that nothing and no one was immune to falling in love, platonic or romantic; and as is well known, everyone does stupid things for love.

So, you can understand why as soon as Shadow felt danger near their haunt, they decided to check the surroundings; Johnny would probably wake up soon but it was more important to ensure the safety of his light. Their obsession might not be protection like the halfa's, but they were going to vanish before leaving the blond unprotected against an unknown threat.

They found it curious to see a man in a strange costume on the streets. At first they thought it was a ghost but they couldn't feel any ectoplasm inside him. Curiously, they hid within the nearby shadows. It was probably for that reason that the strange term attracted many crows, it was said that they were the symbol of bad luck and they honestly liked them.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice" sang one of the younger crows approaching, Shadow couldn't help but get out of the shadows and approach the little thing, instead of moving away the crow flew towards them and snuggled into their arms, or what was supposed to be their arms.

The disguised stranger continued to walk away, the crows that had surrounded them at the beginning seemed to take more interest in the disguise and decided to follow him. That was probably better, the human was talking to himself, which could teach the birds more, after all Shadow preferred not to talk at all.

Seeing that there was no more danger, they decided to go back to their haunt companions, the weird guy followed by crows didn't seem like a threat so they could go back to Johnny and make sure the surroundings were safe again. With the goal in mind they walked away with the raven in their arms.

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"Shadow?" questioned Johnny curiously seeing his partner at the door, his thoughts about the strange lab almost forgotten, "what do you have there?"

"Sacrifice! Sacrifice!" exclaimed the crow in the ghost's arms, flying around the apartment.

"Oh no, no, no, no, no more pets in this apartment" Danny immediately shook his head upon seeing the little bird singing "much less sadistic pets"

"The only pet we have here is Cujo" Johnny claimed, offended.

Danny decided not to mention that taking care of both Johnny and Shadow was equivalent to taking care of two more pets, because they required almost the same as Cujo: food and attention. Well, more Johnny, Shadow was pretty quiet and didn't demand anything.

"Uhu, we're not adopting a crow." Danny rolled his eyes at the pleading eyes of both ghosts.

“Crow! Crow!” Exclaimed the excited crow.

"But he's so smart, and he's a quick learner" the blonde said "Let's not adopt him, just let him stay around often, please?"

"Please, please!" It seemed that the crow itself was begging, so the halfa sighed.

"Fine, we'll let him go, but he can climb out the window if he chooses and we'll feed him." Danny said, it was obvious he was going to have another pet to take care of.

"Excellent!" Johnny looked at Shadow expectantly, Shadow simply nodded, clapping their hands and hugged the blond before merging back to their original place "Shadow agrees too"

“Gree, Gree" the crow was learning too many words and sounds.

"You're a very smart crow aren't you?" Danny called the bird that had landed on his head "I'll call you Poe."

"Poe! Poe!" The crow moved over his head and flew to his shoulder.

"Fine, but I have to go to work in a few minutes anyway, Johnny don't wake Cujo up, and if anything happens call me okay?" The halfa couldn't help but go to get ready for work, probably a little better than he should.

"The Twinkcito is lost" Johnny laughed as he sat down next to the crow that was now perched on the sofa "I'm sure he dressed up too much to go see Jay"

"Twi!Twi!cito!" Poe tried to get the word out.

"Yes, Twinkcito head over heels in love," Johnny encouraged him.

"Love love!" Poe exclaimed proudly.

When Danny ran out of the apartment, after spending too much time considering what he should wear, Johnny decided not to comment on how his little visitor had followed him.

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"Sorry, am I too late?" Danny hurried to meet Jason at the right place, he had come running because it took him too long to decide what to wear, which was a little ridiculous when he ended up wearing the same jacket Johnny gave him in reverse.

"No, you're just in time, I was going to make the announcement" Jason smiled a little relieved, he had been scared that some of his men were missing "Okay, listen up"

He raised his voice to get the attention of most of the people gathered, although it didn't have as much effect as the moment a crow landed on his head, Jason looked at him strangely, but decided to ignore it as Danny waved the crow off.

"Scarecrow escaped last night" Jason continued, grunts were heard from the crowd "yeah, I'm not excited either, but we'll spend today handing out gas masks around Crime Alley, okay?"

After a general agreement he turned to Danny who was looking at the crow in a panic "Are you okay?"

"Ah, yes, perfectly, yes" the halfa replied a little upset.

"Twinkcito! Twinkcito!" Poe exclaimed happily.

"Johnny" Danny growled as he heard the crow.

"I suppose it's yours?" Jason chuckled but tried to cover it up by coughing, which didn't have much of an effect when Danny saw his betrayal.

"It's not mine, my roommate brought it and he's been following us but I thought he'd leave as soon as I got out of the apartment" the boy sighed.

"I guess he's taken a liking to you, what do you think about joining us today buddy?" Jason questioned patting the crow's head, though he wondered if he should look up more about that Johnny.

"Love! Love!" The crow exclaimed excited.

They both stared at the crow's words for a few seconds, Danny was the first to look away embarrassed, he was going to find out how to kill Johnny twice. One word shouldn't cause you to instinctively look at someone damn it.

"Right." Jason cleared his throat and led Danny over to the gas masks he had collected for these occasions, most of the goons were grabbing their own bag but since he was technically still a suspect, and fairly new, he had decided to join the boy for the task.

The morning passed quickly as Danny followed Jason carrying a bag of the masks that they were handing out together through Crime Alley. In general it seemed that Jay was focusing on the children, it was common for them to change places so he was worried that his companions would not reach them in time. The crow had moved away a while ago.

Danny greeted the kids who had arrived last time and they asked when he would be back at the soup kitchen.

"Well, I don't eat much, but if it's for work, probably next week" the halfa admitted.

Both Jason and the children looked at him uncertainly. Jason wondered if he should raise his pay since he hadn't given him any money yet, so maybe he didn't have food; or whether he should prepare refreshments for him. The children were more direct.

"Don't you eat much? Don't you have food at home?" A surprised girl questioned.

"Yes, I have food, although today I only had coffee for breakfast" Danny shrugged "my friend makes sure I eat something during the day, I usually forget about it"

Jason frowned at the answer, so the problem wasn't money.

"You're going to have breakfast with me on the days we work together" the vigilante pointed out, probably more demanding than he intended.

"Huh? Okay" Danny blushed, thinking that Jay had indirectly asked him out "Won't Hood have a problem with that?"

"Why would he?" Jason looked at Danny doubtfully. "I'm pretty sure he'll feed you as soon as I mention it to him."

The children looked at each other and after a quick conversation where Danny assured that he was not starving, they said goodbye. Each one with a mask in hand and a new tidbit about "Jay, the new guy and Hood"

After a while of distributing the masks Danny decided to ask.

"Jay, what's a Scarecrow?"

"Right, you're new to Gotham" Jason reminded "he's a recurring villain, he likes to scare people with fear gas"

"Oh" Danny remembered the lab at home "green gas?"

"Not necessarily, I really don't know what color it will be as he updates the formula." Jason was pretty sure Crane preferred purple for some reason.

"And by any chance he wears a Scarecrow mask and dresses weird?" Danny questioned looking across the street in a bit of a panic.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Jason asked curiously.

"Sacrifice! Sacrifice!" The crow flapping in front of them in a panic, Jason noticed that Danny was reaching into the bag.

It was at that moment that a building exploded behind him and Jason could hear Crane's characteristic laugh from across the street. He was relieved that he hadn't noticed them until Scarecrow fixed his gaze on the crow near them.

"Finally, I will get rid of those monsters and fear will rule all of Gotham!" Crane exclaimed with glee, laughing as the gas began to spread out down the street.

Jason cursed his luck, the only day the mad scientist had preferred to attack in the middle of the damn afternoon and he didn't have his weapons or his helmet with him "Danny you have to get out of here"

"No" Danny continued searching, but at the end of the bag he could only find a mask "you have to get out of here and gather the others"

Jason fixed his gaze on the approaching gas, Crane closing in on them too fast, driven to get rid of the crow next to them.

"Danny, the masks" Jason was cursing, he had to be stuck as a civilian.

"There's only one left" the halfa murmured worriedly.

Before Jason could say anything else, the gas was beginning to spread until almost reaching his face, he turned to Danny in a panic when he felt a weight on his nose.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You've never faced fear gas before, you have no resistance!" Jason exclaimed in concern, trying to remove Danny's hands from his face where he had put the only gas mask on.

No matter how hard he tried to struggle, the boy had more strength than he appeared. Jason didn't have time for pretty boys with a hero complex, it was too dangerous.

"Love! Love!" The crow exclaimed in panic, rising to where the gas was not reaching.

"Yeah, I'm probably being an idiot, I know." Danny was aware of that, he didn't know how his own unique physiology would react to the gas, but he could handle Frighty's dimension, and if anything happened he would at least know that Jay would be safe. His core couldn't bear to leave someone in danger, much less someone he likes.

"Now is not the time to be a hero!" Jason complained angrily when the boy adjusted the mask on his face, he could see Danny being surrounded by the damn gas.

"I'm not a hero Jay" Danny denied, it had been a long time since he was one, he swallowed looking around, not knowing what to expect "But I know some people are worth going crazy for"

Was he being a hopeless romantic? Yeah; logically he knew he could have gotten rid of the effects another time where he was paying more attention, there were many solutions: not breathing, surrendering to his ghost form, becoming intangible, but as he had mentioned earlier, he was a fool; he could feel his head start to cloud over, he had gasped in reflex panic, he was scared of not finding a mask for Jay and he forgot about himself, it was too late.

"Damn," Jason growled as he pressed the button that called Oracle, he held Danny close to his body as he saw him start to tremble "fuck, fuck."

"Jason? What's wrong?" Barbara's voice sounded shaken, it was early for anyone in the family to call, and Jason calling was rare.

"Crane, I'm engaged, tell the bats to hurry up or I swear I'll shoot him in the head" he said annoyed "he's not paying attention to me but I'm in front of him, I'll hide in a nearby alley, tell them to hurry up fucking immediately"

Oracle hastened to call the bats tracking his current location as Jason walked off into one of the nearby alleys, leading a trembling Danny along with him.

"You're an idiot" he murmured sadly, hugging the boy; he held him when the boy couldn't stand up and began to mutter in panic.

He knew there wasn't much he could do, he had a gun hidden in his thigh but if he killed Crane he would have another argument with B, and he was honestly not in the mood, he didn't want to leave Danny alone either.

"They better hurry up, damn it" even though he knew there was no point getting upset, he couldn't help it, he was aware that it would take a while for the bats to even process an antidote for Scarecrow's new formula.

"No wait, don't leave me alone" Danny stirred where he was still nestled in his arms, Jason stroked his back lovingly.

"Shh, its okay, you're not alone, I'm here" the vigilante knew it was useless, most of the victims of the fear gas were not aware of their surroundings, but he needed to do something to console the stupid man who decided to jump into an unknown danger for him, who did not think twice before deciding that he was worth it.

"You make it very difficult to suspect you, you know?" Jason sighed "I think I grew fond of you too, Doll."

And really, this guy was unfair, how could Jason resist falling for this asshole?

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Aaand tag time, sorry for all the wait, honestly it was a bit of a difficult week but I wasn't going to let the week go by without an update so here we are, I hope you liked it (Hi Nixxie), I don't know how I keep accidentally making my chapters bigger but hey, I was really excited to write this scene and here we are, I hope this story doesn't go too fast for you, tell me your theories about the lab or anything else haha

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[dyinglikeastar]

Ghostbat: A Bruce Wayne/Minhkhoa Khan Ship Primer (part 1)

"I honestly can't think of anybody else he has that kind of relationship with—" Dick Grayson

Ghostmaker, or Minhkhoa Khan, was introduced in Batman Vol 3, issue 100. He is initially introduced as an antagonist or even possibly a new villain for Batman to go up against. At first he sounds like just another self-involved dude who thinks Batman is failing at protecting Gotham, so obviously he needs to come in and do the job for him. But Bruce gets all weird about it, as you do about exes.

But then Dick shows up and we find out that this guy is definitely Bruce's ex some mystery guy from Bruce's past.

He and B had been chasing some Gotham criminal who fled to Singapore and then Dick found himself watching awkwardly from the batplane while Bruce had some kind of jilted ex-lovers in the rain scene (not the first or only one) with some random guy Dick had never seen before and he was like, god this is awk.

Oh my god, the second hand awkwardness. Poor Dick. And then he ends up playing therapist for Bruce about it, because what else are Robins for, am I right?

So this was a pretty life changing moment because hold on, Bruce Wayne had a FRIEND? That he admitted he misses? That right there would be enough for me to build an entire ship around. But oh wait, there's more.

BUT FIRST, a little bit more about Minhkhoa though because this is not just a ship manifesto, but an ode to Minhkhoa Khan because I just think he's NEAT. That, and we already know more than we ever wanted to know about Bruce Wayne lbr.

Minhkhoa Khan

Minhkhoa Khan was the son of a Singaporean business owner. When he was a young child he witnessed his father being violently threatened into selling their company to the extremely wealthy Midas crime family.

It just so happens that it was around that time that Minkhoa's parents had already seemed to notice something was different about him. Using the terminology used in the comics, Minkhoa is a clinical psychopath.

But, according to him, his motivation for for fighting crime is that he sees it more like an art and that solving and stopping a crime is more of a challenge than being a criminal. However, even though he swears up and down those are his true motives, it appears that his parents being threatened and humiliated was the catalyst for him setting off and searching out training.

And this eventually leads to our meet-cute with Bruce in the mountains of North Korea where they are both training under Master Kirigi.

Awwwwwwwwwwww. Also at first, while they're training with Master Kirigi, they go by fake names. Bruce tells everyone his name is "Jack" and Minhkhoa goes by "Anton."

But damn, did that shit get gay af really quick.

They were BESTIES. But then Bruce is Bruce and gets all mad because Kirigi is teaching some LoA wannabes how to kill people and decides to peace out and Minhkhoa (not the first or only time) begs Bruce to take him with him.

Alas, Bruce is Bruce and is all, "No, how can I be motivated by constant pain and sufferring if I actually communicate and develop somewhat healthy relationships?" and runs away. BUT before he can get too far, he's attacked by those same wannabe assassins and oh look, it's your boyfriend bestie that you totally just bailed on coming to save your ass!

And so begins Bruce and Minhkhoa's (or Jack and Anton's) gay little crimefighters in training adventures. They first find themselves in Moscow looking for an ex-kgb agent to train them, but were caught and tortured for god knows how long. God, look at these idiots competing over who can withstand torture the longest, I'd die for them.

And then look at Bruce get all upset about it when they start torturing his boyf-bestie :)

But it turns out it was just a test and they did find who they were looking for, a woman named Avery Oblonsky. She tries to teach them spy things, like seduction and disguises etc, and I love how it's sort of explained that Minhkhoa would naturally excel at these sort of things, seeing as how mirroring people and creating false empathy is just part of his personality, and I love that Bruce was just massively struggling with that part of it. Teamwork makes the dream work, right?

Which leads us to the GAYEST SHIT I'VE EVER SEEN. Or at least the gayest panel I've ever seen that includes Bruce Wayne.

IS THAT NOT THE GAYEST SHIT YOU'VE EVER SEEN? ARE Y'ALL GONNA KISS OR WHAT, DAMN. Anyway!!! Avery says she's taught them all she can and sends them to Canada to be trained by the greatest marksman, Luka Jungo. Bruce has a whole fit because Luka makes him shoot icky guns and then Luka has a whole fit because when they went hunting, Minkhoa shot the deer in the wrong place and he's like welp, this obviously means you're a psycho serial killer and I have to put you down now AND BRUCE PULLS A FUCKIN' GUN ON THE MAN.

AND THEN HE FUCKIN' SHOOTS HIM!!!

Bruce Fucking Wayne! Known Gun Anti! Shot a motherfucker to save his boyfriiiiiiend omg. And then said boyfriend picked the gun up and k worded the guy and they have a whole lovers spat about it and a super metaphor-y gay breakup scene.

Literally, what in the heterosexual explanation.

So after THAT, they obviously split up, but then Minhkhoa is Minhkhoa and basically just stalks the poor guy across the globe. For instance, when Bruce tracks down the world's greatest knife thrower in Dublin to learn from him, Minhkhoa just randomly shows up and demands that Bruce homoerotically fight him over it and this guy is so valid.

Next they conveniently run into each other in the Gobi desert where Bruce is supposed to be meditating on grains of sand and Minhkhoa tries to demand another homoerotic sword fight, but this time is the anniversary of The Thing and Bruce is simply not in the mood.

But Minhkhoa Khan is nothing if not a king of consent! He doesn't keep nagging him, he just sticks his swords in the sand and cops a squat next to him and flirts in the only way either of them will ever understand and I think that's beautiful.

The next (and last) time they run into each other before current time is in Argentina. Minhkhoa has stalked him there too and he's realized that Bruce is finished with his training and is headed back to Gotham. He tells Bruce that he's not ready, that his emotions are going to get in the way of the mission and probably get him killed within the first six months. Then, he begs Bruce to play house join him in fighting crime.

Bruce says no and we have yet another break-up scene, in the rain, no less.

And that brings us up to current events. Minhkhoa gets wind of the Joker War apparently and shows up to tell Bruce what a shit job he's doing and how he can do it better, ends up tranq'ing Bruce, Harley, and a slightly homicidal teenage vigilante going by the name Clownhunter and locking them all in a room together in order to each Bruce a lesson. He says the kid's a killer and Bruce is irresponsible for letting him live, but uh, somehow everything works out all okay in the end I guess because this happens?

Bro? Introducing him to the FAMILY? Good lord he's down bad. Also I think Bruce might be having a slight mental breakdown, but it's all good because LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS.

God they're such dumb boys. And that almost brings us up to speed, stay tuned for ghostbat ship manifesto part 2: old married husbands shenanigans.

Part 2

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[docgold13]

Batman: The Animated Series - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Firefly

Developing clinically significant pyromania at an early age, Garfield Lynns was obsessed with fire.  He gradually learned to sublimate his affliction by learning to become a pyro-technician and expert in creating dazzling special effects for movies and concerts.  He excelled in his craft and was later hired by the pop star known as Cassidy to design and run the pyrotechnics for her blockbuster new tour.  

Lynns and Cassidy dated for a brief time, yet Cassidy found him possessive and creepy and called things off.  He did not take the break up well and continued to make crass comments toward her.  It was all too much and Cassidy fired Lynns from her tour.  

Unhinged, Lynns attempted to kill Cassidy by overloading the pyrotechnics for her performance. Moments into her first song, the musician found herself trapped in a blazing inferno.  Fortunately Cassidy was saved by Batgirl and the concert hall was evacuated before anyone was hurt.

Undaunted, Lynns continued to plot a fiery revenge on Cassidy. He created for himself a special suit as well as a series of fire-based weapons. He became the villain known as Firefly.  

Batman was sought out by Cassidy for protection from Lynns.  Although Batman was not interested in offering preferential treatment to a celebrity, he was committed to bringing Firefly down.  Batman ended up utilizing a flame-retardant batsuit so to defeat Firefly and the villain was incarcerated.  

Sometime thereafter, Firefly participated in mass jailbreak where he teamed up with the villainess known as Volcana.  Although the two made for a formidable pair, they proved no match for The Green Lantern and both were recaptured.  

Actor Mark Rolston provided the voice for Firefly, with the villain first appearing in the twelfth episode of the first season of The New Batman Adventures, ‘Torch Song.’ 

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[phantoms-lair]

Batman Exalted thing - The First Exaltation

Bruce sometimes wished he crafted the identity of a reclusive hermit rather than a media darling. All he wanted to do was buckle down on the imminent attempt at a dimensional invasion and try to think of a way to solve it without relying on a power up from the enemy.

But instead here he was in an interview, talking about his company and charity work. "There's been some criticism of the Martha Wayne Free Clinic as of late. Some are skeptical about the noted criminal cliental." asked the interviewer.

Bruce fought back his annoyance. "My mother believed, as do I, that no person is expendable. Some have made poor decisions. Some had poor decisions made on their behalf without their consent. Some are children. All of them, all of them are entitled to medical care. The moment you start adding restrictions, it becomes all too easy to add more and more until only people who have been chosen as the 'right' people can gain aid. And there is nothing more abhorrent to me. Everyone in Gotham deserves care."

Will you protect all the people of Gotham?

Something twinged in his mind as wrong about the question, but he answered anyway. "Every last one." Bruce reaffirmed.

"That's quite a statement, given Gotham houses individuals like Scarecrow and the Joker." The interviewer pressed.

"They're still human. If Scarecrow had a heart attack in Blackgate, he'd still receive life saving care. Outside should be no different."

"But should that be the case? Do people like that deserve to be saved?"

Will you save them?

Bruce fought the urge to scowl. "Of course. And if I can save their minds too, I'll do it. I refuse to give up on anyone."

"MmmHmm." The interviewer looked at him like she'd figured something out. "You had a well know friendship with Harvey Dent. Between that and your charity clinic serving villains, it seems you have some connections to the wrong side of the tracks. Maybe the squeaky clean image of Bruce Wayne is hiding something else?"

Is your philanthropy really to help others, or just a cover?

He stood up, letting a sliver of his anger slip through. At this point it would be stranger not to take offense. "I watched my parents die in a mugging. It would have been so easy to act like you. To judge and look down on people I could easily blame for my grief. But my parents loved Gotham and wanted to see it rise above it's own ashes. And in trying to see their wishes granted I grew to love the city too. All of it. Good and Bad. And I will never give up on it or stop fighting to make it better."

Do you think you can protect the city?

"I will protect Gotham till the day it kills me." Bruce snarled, rising to his feet. And he knew something wasn't right. Something was feeding into his emotions. But it was too late to stop it. The screens cut to static as Bruce Wayne exploded.

~

The Bats had gotten their first, because of course they did. Jim was listening to his radio as he made his way to the studio, not saying a word.

Some of the reports were positive. Everyone else had made it out of the studio. Whatever had caused Bruce Wayne to explode in a dizzying array of light hadn't affected anyone else. This being Gotham, every had evacuated quickly. And the studio didn't seem to be catching ablaze. Small mercies.

From the radio he heard that most of the Bats had shown up, despite it being the middle of the day. They'd sealed the place tight, with Spoiler and Signal bodyguarding the entrance, saying only Gordon himself could get through. His men had tried to force the issue and they'd threatened Black Bat in retaliation.

Jim pulled into the crime scene that was likely the death spot of Gotham's Favorite Son. Spoiler was at the door, arms crossed, while Signal was talking to the EMTs. When she saw him she nodded and moved aside.

Jim didn't know what he was going to find inside. But whatever it was, it wasn't this. Despite video of the explosion going out before the feed was cut, Bruce Wayne seemed to be alive and well, sitting of the set with his head in his hands.

The power literally rippling off him was new. A bright blue energy flowed from his eyes and into a beautiful display rippling around him. It was Gotham, not any one part of it but a rippling view of the city from Park Row to Bristol ever shifting and changing, leading into a night sky with bats flying around. All contained in a very familiar, albeit larger than life silhouette of a sharp eared cowl and cape. The imagery plus his being there for the first conversation with Quill made it obvious.

Bruce Wayne was Batman. And he'd just Exalted, publicly, while in his civilian persona.

"Does one of you powers include seeing the future?" Nightwing asked someone on the other end of the phone. "Then I don't think not being able to accurately get into the mindset of a manipulative sociopath is a personal failing."

"What does Quill say?" Bruce asked in a completely exhausted tone.

"That you're an Exigent, like her. You're in 'Iconic' or 'Bonfire' anima, which is a representation of your soul and power and it's going to take a while for it to calm down. Also that in retrospect it makes sense as he wants a throne to be a power behind and Batman would never accept a throne but Bruce Wayne is more vulnerable. as well as already being a power in the city."

"Nightwing!" Robin hissed, glaring at Nightwing,

"He's involved." Bruce said in the same tired voice. "He's been involved since before you were born. We can trust him, and against Ketchup we need all the help we can get. The question is, what is our next move?" "If you want to kill off Bruce Wayne, now is the time." Red Robin said idlily. "Drake!" Robin shouted reprovingly. It wasn't just Bruce. It was Bruce's whole damn family. "What? He can make a new identity easily. All the paperwork is in place for Uncle Eddie if we need something in a pinch. But this would allow him to devote his time to his actual interests rather than juggle a very public identity that mostly annoys him." Red Robin shrugged. "Most people don't change identities like a coat, Baby Bird." Nightwing said, gently. "They need to get on my level." Red Robin sniped back.

"Killing off Bruce Wayne is not an option. I can feel the ripples of my death having an affect in the city. People are already planning to use it to roll back a lot of the philanthropic works I've done." Bruce blinked. "That interviewer was accepting a bribe to discredit me."

"How do you know?" Gordon asked. "I just do." Bruce sounded more bewildered than tired.

"Can an Exigent be the chosen of a location, like a city?" Nightwing asked Quill. "She says yes." Bruce sat up straighter. "Ask Quill what we should say. Her whole power revolves around stories and that's what we need right now."

"Okay, give her a minute." Nightwing instructed. "Okay, send out word that Bruce Wayne is alive, but under some kind of magical effect. Unknown, but a curse hasn't been ruled out. Bring in Justice League members know to work with magic as cover. Have them recommend isolation until the effects are fully known, which will give Bruce the privacy he needs to get this under control."

"I'll get on the official story then." He was going to get answers out of Batman, out of Bruce, but later. "If news of your survival isn't slowing down the plans, let me know. Nightwing, I take it you can call the Justice League." "There's someone else you need to call first." Bruce reminded Nightwing. "He's panicking right now with the news, but won't admit it."

"Oracle's already keeping Agent A informed." "Not him. R2." Nightwing snorted. "And he pretends he doesn't care." Jim saw himself out. And much as it still burned a little that something was obviously being kept from him, Bruce had said nothing to try to hide his own secrets or that of his children's. Which meant R2, whoever that was, was likely someone else's secret that Bruce didn't feel at liberty to say, like Oracle and Agent A. So fair.

That was for later. They all had work to do.

#Batman #Exalted #Ghost Writing #Bruce is still be cagey about Jason because Red hood is wanted for multiple murders

[justanotherarmyfangirl]

Dark&Wild (1) The Interrogation

You are an interpreter for international idols, but you soon realized their lavish lifestyle came at a cost, and somehow you became the price. The man who came to collect had a special kind of vendetta, and you, so foolishly, sparked his interest.

In this story Yoongi is the villain and you will hate him! Everyone else, well, the question becomes not if there are good guys or who will save you, but how will you save yourself?

yandere loan shark!Yoongi x blind!reader x bodyguard!Jungkook x idol singer!Jimin x idol rapper!Namjoon x idol singer!Taehyung x detective!Hoseok x detective!Seokjin

TW: 18+ only, future chapters will feature dubcon/noncon, mind break, torture, violence, reader is blinded before events that take place in the story, Jimin is an addict, Yoongi is a sadist

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The bright light in the interrogation office feels clinical, demeaning. You feel exposed. Long ago you might have felt frightened, but fear has morphed itself into the twisted shape of one man only.

THE INTERROGATION

“No one is going to hurt you here. You have to be honest with me, so I can help you.”

Detective Jung Hoseok watches as you hug your limbs close to your body like a child. 

“Do you have any kids, detective?”

Hoseok pauses, “I do, a girl,” he smiles, “she’s almost one.” Hoseok you can tell is sincere, the pleasantness of his voice makes your eyes water. 

Screams echo in your head, the faint bang of a shot ringing out and your friend gurgling on his own blood. You heard all those things as clear as you can hear them in your head now. You remember how your fingers hit the warm thick liquid. You didn’t want to believe it still, but your mind screamed back blood, blood!

You held yourself together, letting out one choked sob. This sincere detective and his new family. No, you couldn’t do that to them, to him.

“I’m fine.” Your words are full of sadness. “Let me go back, please.”

“Listen, if you’re worried about him hurting you, he can’t get to you here. I promise I’ll protect you.”

‘And who’s going to protect you from him?’ you think ‘Who’s going to protect this man’s child?’ You never saw your captor hurt any children, but you heard the whispers, rumors of what he’s done to protect his empire.

The room is quiet, painfully quiet. You can pick up on his shifting legs, the scrape of a coffee cup. His creaking chair. The detective before you is a good man, you can tell by his soft spoken kindness, the smell of his jacket around your bare shoulders. Who could be watching you two now, are they good men? Kind men? Or the monsters you’re used to.

“I might not be able to see, but I’ve witnessed unspeakable things, detective. Trust me, if Min Yoongi wants to hurt me, he’ll find a way.”

“We spent months tracking you. Your testimony could be key to pinning Min down.”

“Who is going to believe me? What jury will take what I say as evidence?”

You’ve already been gone too long, you can only imagine the rage he’s going through. 

“Jimin is here, do you want to talk to him?”

When you don’t answer him he persists. “He was the one who brought this case to us, he and his company have been trying to get you out of there since it happened. You have people who care about you, y/n.”

‘No one cares.’ You’ve said that to yourself every day, since the day you realized no one was going to rescue you. Whispered it to yourself when you thought about escaping, let it comfort you when you stopped hoping they would break down the doors to your prison and began worrying they would instead. You let the small phrase help you cope with your imprisonment knowing at least they were all doing well without you. 

You weren’t missed, you were forgotten, they went along with their lives while yours was taken from you. Jimin moved on, saddled in his fame, growing more popular, never stopping or slowing down just as you knew him.

So when the detective tries to break the sordid fantasy you’ve clung to for the past year, it is too unbelievable.

“Doesn’t he realize how dangerous this is? Tell him to leave now.”

Seconds later there is a knock on the door, the detective excuses himself, you can hear the scrape of his chair, his footsteps on the hard linoleum. You reach out your hands to search for him.

In your haste you were not thinking of the coffee cup on the table, now knocking it over accidentally instead. The detective rushes towards your side, handkerchief covering your spill and preventing the scalding liquid from hurting you. Even if his actions were kind, you jump, jittery and anxious. 

“I don’t want to see Jimin. Please.” The cloth of his suit shifts underneath your fingertips as you grip tightly onto him and you feel the detective's warm hands wrap around yours.

“I’ll be right back, I promise.”

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“Let me talk to her, please.” Jimin approaches the detective as soon as he enters the adjacent room.

Hoseok looks over at you through the one-way glass. You sit as still as a mouse, hands on the table, your head tilted trying to listen to any small noise in the silence.

“What are we going to do, detective? We have to make a choice. If we keep her here any longer, he’ll know she’s missing.”

“Right now the men in this room are the only ones who know she’s here, correct?” They nod.

He watches you push your chair out slowly, brace yourself on the table, following the edge. You step out slowly, searching for a wall and follow it around the room. The men watch you walk along the edge of the room, feeling the wall until you’ve made it to their side, hands hitting the smoothness of the mirror.

Jimin steps closer. It’s been awhile since he’s seen you, and up this close too. You're thinner, but still as beautiful as he remembered.

You slam your palm into the mirror, vibrating the glass. The men finch back. “You need to take me back, now! You can’t keep me here! Let me out!”

And Jimin knows the old you is still in there, just lost and frightened.

“You can’t possibly be thinking of handing her back over to that monster. Put her in witness protection! Do anything!”

“If she doesn’t want to go, we can’t force her.”

“Let me talk to her then! Fuck…”

“She’s right though, how are we going to convict him using her testimony alone, we need more.”

“What do you mean?!” Jimin yells at the fellow detectives.

“Well, sir, she’s blind-”

Jimin furiously yanks the detective forward by his jacket collar and Hoseok intervenes quickly, de-escalating the situation.

“We have our detective, Kim Seokjin, undercover as well, now that we have eyes on her, we can make contact again.”

“No, no! Do you know what he does to her?” Jimin pleads with Hoseok. “I’m paying you good money, yeah? Fucking do your jobs!”

Hoseok grinds his teeth, he should act more professional, but he can’t help himself, they’re running out of time and don’t know who to trust, and the last thing he needs is an irate superstar bringing unwanted attention to his department.

“Aren’t you the reason this happened to her?”

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Just a plot that’s been rotting my brain. Curious to see if this story intrigues anyone else.

Next chapter: The First Day

#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts smut #yandere bts #yandere yoongi #mafia bts #bts au #yoongi x reader #bts x you #bts x reader

[taptrial2]

still mad

like would people rather princess bubblegum didn't run a surveillance state or run gruesome/inhumane experience or purposefully disconnect herself from her own emotions and the emotions of others to avoid confronting her own complex feelings and experiences. do you just want her to never be mean. her meanness is part of her autistic swag. like, the dictatorship sucks. but as part of her story, her character, the way she navigates life and the way that narrative shifts over time... it's an excellent narrative tool. and you're complaining because an important character isn't 100% agreeable to your real life moral sensibilities. jesus.

like..... im not a "fiction never affects reality" person but also it's pretty clear you're not supposed to be a fan of the surveillance state she runs. narratively it's ok for characters to be bad people and hurt others. there's these things called character flaws, conflict, and character arcs. and sometimes bad things or people need to be in a story. sometimes characters dont have to be labeled as good or bad people. sometimes women can be evil AND also be in a cute bi4bi relationship and learn to be more open to her own and others' feelings over time.

her arc wasn't planned out to be this way, but how she ends up is different than how she started in SO MANY WAYS and it's such a disservice to her character AND to the story adventure time tells to just slap a "BAD PERSON" label over all of her complexities. it feels like flattening such a layered and interesting woman into a generic villain because you dont like her choices

peebles has hurt a lot of people. she loves her citizens. she values her friendships even if she tries to put up walls. she's clinically minded and very matter of fact in a way that comes off as rude or hurtful sometimes. she desperately wants the people she loves to be safe, so she surveils them, she imprisons any and all threats even if they're infants, she lies and maims. she makes grave mistakes over and over again. she's lonely. she's brash. she loves giant silly pink clothes. she likes hanging out with dangerous and passionate people. she's a thousand years old and yet still has so much to learn. her age made her numb for so long, believing it was the only way to protect herself, and it just made her blind to the affect she had on the people around her and the people she was supposed to be caring for. she enjoys unethical science, she finds it fascinating, fun, just stimulating when she's bored. she doesn't think too hard about the consequences of her actions on the world around her because she's been around for so long... she's seen the apocalypse, she lived through it, and life goes on. why worry about what hurts now when everything changes and goes away over time?

she needs marceline so bad. they need each OTHER so bad so they can learn to be open and communicative and caring TOGETHER instead of isolating themselves apart. theres SO much more i could say but i'll stop here. princess bubblegum as a character deserves more respect and thought than some people give her.

#exoticbutterstxt

[lvoryingrid]

Healing Flames Chapter 6

Dabi x fem!Reader

Synopsis: Dabi grapples with the weight of his decisions as he leaves (Y/n)'s clinic, torn between protecting her and succumbing to the pull of the League of Villains. The dimly lit meeting room of the League, an abandoned office with boarded-up windows, sets the stage for Shigaraki's unsettling news: a job with the Hassaikai.

The decision weighed heavily on Dabi's shoulders as he left (Y/n)'s clinic, the familiar chime of the door marking the end of a chapter he wasn't sure he wanted to close. The storm of conflicting thoughts raged within him, torn between the desire to shield (Y/n) from his personal vendetta and the undeniable pull of the League of Villains. The twilight of the sunset cast long shadows on the path ahead, as his journey led him through dimly lit alleys, winding towards the hidden meeting place of the League of Villains. The air was thick with an unusual tension, and as Dabi arrived, Shigaraki Tomura's annoyance was palpable.

"Where the hell have you been, Dabi?" Shigaraki's voice cut through the dimly lit room, irritation etched across his features. Dabi, usually indifferent to Shigaraki's outbursts, met his gaze with a cool stare. "Personal matters," Dabi replied tersely, not wanting to reveal anything that happened, his voice echoing in the hollow space. Shigaraki scowled but refrained from pressing further.

The room where the League of Villains convened was a stark reflection of their nature and the activities that unfolded within its dimly lit confines. An abandoned office with boarded-up windows, it exuded an air of neglect and decay. The feeble attempts at blocking out prying eyes left only thin slivers of light to filter through, casting fragmented beams that danced across the grimy surfaces.

The boarded-up windows, their edges worn and weathered, allowed just enough light to seep in, creating a haunting effect. The atmosphere within was cloaked in shadows, with the dim illumination emphasizing the worn-out features of the room. The floor tiles, once gleaming with a polished surface, now bore the scars of neglect and the passage of time. Each step upon the dilapidated floor echoed with the resonance of decay, a symphony of disrepair that mirrored the unpredictable nature of the League's activities.

Dabi walked to an old, broken bed, the only piece of furniture that remained somewhat intact in the abandoned office. Its decrepit frame groaned under his weight as he took a seat, the broken springs offering a dissonant melody to the otherwise silent room. The remnants of the bed served as a poignant reminder of the transient nature of their existence, a metaphor for the fragmented lives they led.

Shigaraki's scowl deepened as he eyed Toga Himiko and Twice, the dim light in the room flickering ominously. The air was thick with tension as he delivered the unsettling news. "Toga, Twice, you're up. We've got a job with the Hassaikai," Shigaraki announced, his tone carrying a weight that left no room for argument. But Twice was quick to voice his protest. “Work with the Hassaikai?” Twice's eyes widened in disbelief as he processed Shigaraki's directive. The words hung in the air, heavy with implications that sent a shiver down his spine. Shigaraki, his patience wearing thin, shot Twice a piercing glance. "Yeah, don't make me keep saying it," he retorted, his annoyance evident in the sharpness of his tone "Their plan has enough potential. Toga and Twice. You two are yakuza from today on". The dimly lit room seemed to tighten its grip as the weight of the command settled upon the League of Villains. “This is an unfunny joke” the masked man responds as fast as he once again speaks “Sounds interesting, Shigaraki.”. As the scrawny young man walk past him as he speaks “They almost took Kurogiri too, but I held out.” and as he comes to a halt he continues “Anyway, that guy’s got his own important job to do right now.” Looking up at Toga he continues “You’ll be moving through an underground route-”. Before he can complete his sentence an annoyed Twice places a hand on his shoulder and exclaims “What do you mean, ‘potential’?! Can you be the leader if you just pretend to keep your cool?” Dabi couldn't help but notice the simmering tension radiating before him. Spinner sat on a disheveled chair, next to him, his posture rigid and his gaze fixed on the scene in front of them.

The dim light in the room accentuated the weariness etched into his features. “Are you influenced by that masked bastard? That guy killed Big Sis Mag! He blew away Mr. Compress’s arm!” he continues his rant guilt dripping from each word. Taking off his mask to show the distressed expression on his face, “He’s the guy I brought carelessly to us…! I’m human, too, you know, Shigaraki!” his eyes move to Toga who is listening to their conversation, “Toga, you too! Say something!”

The young girl playfully gets down from the old desk she is sitting at, asking a simple question “What are we to you, Tomura?”. “To me, the League is a place that’s comfortable. Mr. Stainy is what brought me to you.” she says as she happily spins “I want to make the world a place where I can do what I want and live easily. I’d like to do that if I can.”. As she walks up to him holding her knife close to Shigaraki’s carotid she exclaims “ Hey, Tomura, why do I have to do something that I don’t want to do?”.

Shigaraki removes the hand that constantly hung on his face, revealing his face to his comrades, as he speaks “Well... It’s for me, and for you guys.”. Stunned Toga slowly removes her knife ans their leader speaks once more “They probably want to restrict the League’s mobility and win you useful guys over gently at the same time. I want you to flatter them from up close and conquer them. I never thought of them as equals.” he comands as he turns to the masked man “Twice, you said you wanted to take responsibility, right? This is one way to do it.” Looking at them the genuine words escape his lips “I… trust you guys”.

Despite the initial protests and reservations, Twice and Toga, seemingly satisfied by Shigaraki's words, reluctantly nodded in agreement. The tension that had filled the room began to dissipate, replaced by an uneasy acceptance of the directive. "If things go the way I want, the heroes will try to capture Chisaki," Shigaraki explained, his voice cutting through the heavy air. Dabi, leaning against the broken bed, raised an eyebrow at the revelation. The heroes' intervention was an unpredictable variable, a factor that could either enhance or jeopardize the League's plans. The tension in the room heightened as the implications of Shigaraki's words sank in. Twice, never one to shy away from expressing his thoughts, voiced the collective uncertainty lingering in the room. "So, we're setting up a trap for the heroes too? This keeps getting better and better," he remarked, a mix of sarcasm and genuine apprehension in his tone. Shigaraki's gaze, sharp and calculating, met Twice's eyes. "Exactly. We let the heroes stir up trouble with Chisaki, and we reap the benefits. Chaos breeds opportunity," he declared, his words carrying a conviction that resonated with the League's ethos.

Masterlist

#dabi #dabi x fem!reader #mha dabi #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x reader #bnha dabi #bnha todoroki #bnha touya #mha shigaraki #tomura shiragaki #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki #tenko shimura #tomura shigaraki #toga himiko #mha toga #bnha toga #bnha #mha twice #mha dabi x reader #mha touya #mha todoroki

[starsnheroes]

The Night Nurse Network - HC

THE ORIGINAL -> The original Night Nurse clinic had started after Linda Jane Carter, a nurse working at the Metro hospital, was saved by a masked vigilante and when she had tried to take this vigilante to the hospital, but he had relieved that he could not go and took off. Ever since that moment, Linda had began operating a small, very underground not-so-much a clinic, but there was a nurse that you can find at night to patch you up.

News spread fast, and within a few month, Linda went back to med school to become a general practitioner, or internist, and function as a primary care doctor. For those early years, she did not operate in legit medical facilities, and even continued to work shifts at Metro.

Eventually, she would be overwhelmed as vigilantes and superheroes grew in numbers; and since she already had made her month and had family money, Linda decided to take caring for superheroes, vigilantes, and anyone, even bad guys and villains, in medial need to be her full time career and focus.

Linda's Credentials -> Expert medical training and certification as a general medical physician and as a registered nurse.

EXPANSION -> Linda managed to secure a location, a small private clinic that was legally established, hidden in Manhattan's Chinatown on/near Orchard Street. She would start acquiring medical equipment and began developing a system for making charts of the patients that came through her clinic that would protect the identity of her clientele. It would allow for her to keep track of the regulars, the repeats, as well as medical conditions to be aware, without revealing personal identification.

The Night Nurse is very protective of, and maintains a very close guard over, the secrecy with which she maintains her dual identity.

She would be at this location for a few years, before it was unfortunately swarmed, after Elektra had brought Daredevil, by the Black Widow, the Hand, and F.B.I.

She would relocate not far from the original location, until that was burned down by a demon after aiding Doctor Strange and Wong in recovering Otkid's Elixir.

The next relocation would be to Hell's Kitchen, which she would have to abandon and relocate yet again as the area would become too gentrified with the law enforcements and general public coming to her doors and causing trouble for her very private and secret clientele.

THE BIRTH OF THE NETWORK -> As the superpowered community grew and grew, beyond what simply one woman could manage on her own for treating the community that were in and came to New York, she would start to make contact with some of her old colleagues that she believed she could trust for assistance as well as she has hard of other back alley doctors and "night nurses" and wanted to make a network of medical examiners and practitioners, to hopefully broaden the care that she could provide.

This would lead to the official Network, a contact list of medical personnel and the ability to communicate, than pass information along such as coded patient charts. Not only would this network contain personnel, but if any of those contacts had their own clinic or work places with which they could provide medical assistance.

The Network is a system of underground clinics and medical practitioners all within associate of each other.

SEEKING THE CLINIC -> As a patient of the clinic, you are expected to upholds its rules and understand what keeps this clinic going, what protect it.

Do not reveal identities, NO weapon or powers, no reporting who is there, turn the other way if you recognize someone who may not be on the same side as yours, NO fighting, do not post or sharing publicly about these services, do your part to protect this clinic and those who seek its asylum.

There are no medical bills but if you can afford it, or want to help support the clinic or clinics in the Network; than an itemized and honest list of the costs can be provided. Any financial help is appreciated and anything paid to the clinic goes directly back into new equipment and supplies to keep this organizing running. Gifts to the clinic and Network are accepted if you truly want to help and keep this system running.

You do not need any insurance, you do not have to answer any questions, your identity is expected to be protected, and you will not pay a cent.

MEDICAL PROVIDERS IN THE NETWORK? -> who is in Linda's contact list, who would or has previously provided their medical expertise of services in association with or in the name of the Night Nurse. Not all who work with the Night Nurse Network will use moniker, Night Nurse, but those that wish to may use it.

Linda Carter -> founder, Night Nurse

Dr. Christine Palmer -> Associate, uses nn moniker

Claire Temple -> Associate, uses nn moniker

Georgia Jenkins -> Associate, uses nn moniker

Dr. Jane Foster -> Associate

Dr. Stephen Strange -> Associate

Dr, Faiza Hussian, aka Excalibur -> Associate

Dr. Whitman Knapp, aka Whit or Manikin -> Associate

@thefleetsfinest aka Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy -> Associate

@hopeburns aka Laelynn, a Blue Lantern -> Associate

Cardiac -> Formerly associated

JOINING THE NETWORK AS A MEDICAL PROVIDER -> Say you are a nurse or a doctor, and you start operating your own kind of back alley medical kind of deal. You may get in touch with Linda, because she knows how tough running those kind of thing can bee alone and not knowing who you can ask for aid from, stealing supplies possibly from your work place, or if you encounter legal trouble? Linda may reach other, but if you know of the Night Nurse Clinic, Night Nurse's Hidden Hospice, Night Medical Center, The Clinic, and you want to help and let that be known, than she may very well accept.

Linda will HEAVILY vet you first, because this is her life's work; her way of giving back to supers and give people with powers, with hidden identities, costumed persons, unregistered powers, super-injuries, a place to seek medical help without many questions asked and without the worry of being denied medical access. She wants to make sure your credentials are legitimate and that you are willing to uphold your medical oaths as well as the rules associated with the Night Nurse and underground clinics.

( No questions, no identities revealed, no giving out information, do whatever you can to protect the clinic and the patient, do not speak about the location or specifics of the clinic openly in public or online ; and on no giving out information that is included for villains and bad guys alike, they receive the same -> "if i start doling out information can can get back to me and then back to whoever may have given it to me and we all end up dead . . . then this place goes under and [heroes] won't have anywhere to go" )

You will not have to reveal your own identity or real name to patients; and that is why the Night Nurse moniker exists. It is to protect the medical practitioner as well, however than is a personal decision.

Being part of Linda's Night Nurse Network, gives a contact list of associates, of fellow medics, as well as access to the her physicals clinic's facilities (although if you want to open your own location go for it), access to supplies, and not being allow in trying to help those who are turned a blind eye upon in the broader. There are benefits in having friends and help.

Now a lot of work in the Night Nurse Clinic and Network, is all PRO-BONO with no expectation of anything received back. You will not often be paid and do not ask for payment; this is place of healing and meant to provide what would otherwise be denied to the average uninsured hero. She does try to compensate or pay if you've worked in the main/physical clinic but it's not a lot and the bare minimum to hopefully help at least provide some rent money. The clinics were never about the money as it was.

EQUIPMENT, PHYSICAL CLINIC, CAPABILITES, TYPES OF AID ->

The present building that Linda's physical clinic is operated out is owned by Danny Rand, bought as a gift to keep the clinic running and cut out rent

There is a waiting room

There are two examination rooms

One operating room

Labs and rooms with some equipment for testing and providing treatment

An overnight / in-patient room with a few beds

A small kitchen

A "hulk tank" in the basement, because well, Hulk

Iron Gauntlets, gifted to Linda Carter by Iron Man, to be used to help enforce the peace (kick out) and keep the clinic safe and combat-free

Linda can prescribe medications

Battle wounds can be treated here

Muscular strains can be treated here

Wound-closing stitches can be received

Revival and recuperation

Administration of chemotherapy treatments can take place here

#about; linda carter #about; blog canon #all headcanons tag #WOOO THIS WAS A BIG ONE !! but there we are !! #what my Linda's current canon looks like ! #any medical muses !! feel free to add your muses to linda's Night Nurse Network if you want ;) #and if you wanna make that a canon thing or headcanon. just make sure to like. tag/at me / credit me.

[sga-owns-my-soul]

Pllllllsssss elaborate on fixing Rodney/making him worse I'm obsessed

i hope ur ready bc this is Long! (i'm obsessed too tbh)

rodney mckay is an incredibly interesting character. he's loud mouthed and arrogant and a massive dick. but also, so much of that is so clearly a defence mechanism?? we don't know a ton about rodney's childhood but we do know that the few times he was excited about a hobby (like being in beavers or playing piano) he was shot down (being asked to leave or told he was too clinical) we also know that his family life was. Not Great. he says in tao of rodney that his father always sided with his sister and blamed him for the lights being left on (and other things implied) ((there's also the separate issue of them insisting on calling him meredith but that doesn't really tie into this point it's just another reason for why his childhood was garbage)) so you take this child prodigy who is advancing so far beyond his TEACHERS as a kid that he doesn't have a chance of figuring out how to talk to his peers without a proper support system, and the few times he tries hes basically told he's Not Good Enough, and then you add No Emotional Support, and you're bound to get a guy who's Shit at People Skills.

so you take all of this, you add years of peers stealing his work (i'm sure he was taken advantage of SO OFTEN as a baby in the industry) and people attacking his personality and you've got this hurt little kid who's grown into a hostile grump bc it's the only protection he's been able to find. we see this so clearly in 48 hours, rodney is so excited to meet sam and show off his value knowledge to her and he's immediately and repeatedly shot down and each time he grows more hostile. (he's literally trying to save their lives and they banish him for it like yeah he was an asshole but he was TRYING OKAY)

rodney mckay is a hurt man who just needs to be hugged and told he's loved and valued and cared for. I COULD FIX HIM!!!! i could offer him so much love and care and support!!!! this poor baby needs to be wrapped up in a blanket and swaddled and cuddled until his inner child is healed and then get a nice kiss on the forehead and tucked into a warm cozy bed!!!!! he just needs someone to give him a chance and he'll try so hard for you!!!! (see: rodney and his team)

and then, the flip side

this man is a GARBAGE human. he is so fucking arrogant and egotistical and practically the definition of a god complex and he is SO FUCKING HOT. he destroyed 5/8 of a solar system and i would be standing there cheering him on like "babe that's so sexy it wasn't even inhabited so it's fine let's go find more planets for you to blow up with that big sexy brain of yours" BC ITS HOT. rodney is capable of SO MUCH and he would be the hottest fucking crazy mad scientist villain ever. he rewrote the damn timeline, there's nothing that man can't do and i would convince him hes right and perfect and correct and sexy through every terrible horrible awful decision bc i love me a terrible awful man. i would stroke his ego and fuel it so much he would go insane with it and i would encourage him Every Step Of The Way

#thanks for asking! #i hope this answer satisfies u #i could fix him #i really really could #i could also Ruin Him #make him so much fucking worse #god both options are good to me tbh #rodney mckay #sga

[mashiee]

ISEN HEADCANKNS PLES

OKAY OKAY OKAY HEYAYAHAHHSHS

OKAY SO

amab genderfluid, pronouns are the opposite of whoever he's dating. (and since i love isemi, this means his pronouns are he/him to me sjsjsn).

if he was dating blyke isen's pronouns would be she/her or she/they bc blyke uses he/they to me

if isen is dating both blyke and remi, hed use they/them or she/he depending on what he wants

if hes dating someone who uses they/them or neopronouns hed use they/them

if hes dating two ppl using she/her and someone using he/him he'd also use he/him to even it out

considering them using edith when fem purely bc i love the name but that's probably not realistic

not out as genderfluid tho, he doesnt come out until the summer after his high school senior year

pansexual !

absolute simp

tbh too much horny but we'll pretend isen has rights and isnt horny on main

natrual hair color isnt orange OR black. its BROWN. which still means isen made the conscious choice to Both bleach and not bleach his hair. we wont talk about it

lots of moles (tbh sometimes i forget this one)

knows everything about everyone ever. you cannot get past him im sorry but u just cant. u think u have blackmail on him? try again

if not for the fact that he is afraid of him isen could have oneshot killed arlo by digging up Something about him

smh isen could have been calling the shots the joker arc could have been avoided all together

BUT NO

anyway moving on 😁

dog person as in he would own a dog but cat person as in his personality is more like a cat

overdramatic as fuck. would have been a theatre kid if not for his stage fright

speaking of frights, has clinical anxiety that quite often physically prevents him from doing things

but he shakes a lot bc of it so now he has a higher muscle mass 🤷

(yes this^ is a real thing you can ask me about it if youd like)

PERFECT LIAR AND ACTOR. IF HE DOESNT WANT YOU TO KNOW HES ACTING OR LYING, YOU WONT. IT DOESNT MATTER WHO YOU ARE

has way too many secrets and is also excellent at keeping secrets

also good at telling when ppl are lying or acting, takes one to know one yk

honestly he could have a fantastic villain arc but unfortunately (or fortunately?) his morals do not align that way

when he is fully grown he ends up as 6'2 idc idc

also has long hair when he grows up and its usually in a bun

hard to make him full actually angry, and its not a pretty sight

daydreams to cope

clinical ADHD but doesnt take meds for it

meme and vine encyclopedia but doesnt know shit about anything on tiktok

knows too much about random bullshit but still couldnt tell you remi or blykes birthday he has to have a calendar reminder a week before

would probably run some kind of gossip page because he just wants to know shit. call that irl lore

never knows whats going on in the moment but knows why its happening. he knows the lore not the actual story

once went to a halloween party dressed as shrek. there is nothing else to this one

loves capri suns

does weed and edibles. we all know he does

likes wearing long skirts and dresses occasionally but doesnt like short skirts or dresses or shorts or anything short actually

buff people. holy moly,,,, -isen

afraid of bugs

especially spiders

also will not ride in an elevator unless necessary. has the irrational fear the cord holding them up will snap and they'll plummet

afraid of being forgotten and/or left alone

doesnt like thunderstorms, they scare him

would make a fantastic sniper ✨

aside from the murder

so i guess no he wouldn't actually

would not be able to kill someone even to protect himself or someone else. not unless like he went thru something mind altering

paints his nails sometimes. why not. he can make them fun colors

#tw brief murder mention #i think thays all i have for right now!! #ill make a pt 2 later if i get/find/remember more #my posts #unordinary #headcanons #unordinary headcanons #unordinary isen #isen unordinary #tw murder #tw murder mention

[anueutsuhos-touhou-profiles]

Eirin Yagokoro:

In Touhou Project, there's life on the moon. In fact, they've been there since before there was life on Earth! They are the Heavenly Gods. The heavenly gods existed since the dawn of creation, and are on a much higher level than the earthly gods.

Life on the moon is hidden behind a magic barrier on the far side of the moon, inside of one giant city called the Lunar Capital.

The Lunar Capital is much like an evil counterpart to Gensokyo. Both exist to preserve a way of life by hiding behind a magic barrier. However, the Lunarians live in a harsh dystopia where absolutely no original ideas are let in, and all mortal life is rejected as "impure" by virtue of being able to die. The moon rabbits exist as slaves to the more humanlike Lunarians. The architect of such a place, oddly enough, no longer lives there: Eirin Yagokoro, the Brain of the Moon.

She's a godly scientist able to create almost any sort of drug. Some of her accomplishments include cures for bad dreams, some sort of strength formula, and even the cure for death itself!

Eirin created the Hourai elixir which grants immortality as a request for the Lunar princess Kaguya, and became regretful when that decision caused Kaguya to be exiled to Earth. She took Kaguya's sin upon herself, and when it was time for Kaguya's exile to end, Eirin instead betrayed and killed the other emissaries and went into hiding with Kaguya.

Eirin is cold, calculating, and undyingly loyal to Kaguya. If Kaguya wished for her to destroy the entire universe, she would do so without hesitation. She, as stated earlier, frequently beats Reisen over minor infractions. She's actually much kinder to the earth rabbits, however, and actually helped them with a festival simply because she felt they deserved to enjoy themselves.

Despite her intelligence, she's actually rather terrible at putting together plans, especially after defecting from the moon. Her love of Kaguya has proven to be a weakness multiple times, as her need to protect Kaguya at the expense of all else usually leaves her plans with massive blind spots.

However, that loyalty also holds her back in positive ways: Kaguya is a relatively kind girl who only wishes to live in peace with earthlings. As such, Eirin will do nothing worse than allow Eintei to serve as a medical clinic for anyone in need.

Her relationship to the moon is complicated. She designed the lunar society in service of the Shinto god of the moon: Tsukuyomi. He wanted a society that could last forever, and Eirin's idea was an echo chamber where impurity did not exist and no new ideas or people were let it. Eirin has since left the moon, but she doesn't really feel guilty about it, per say, but she does consider it a failed experiment.

She actually consumed the Hourai elixir, too, so she is also completely immortal.

She uses a bow and arrow. Much of her spellcards take shapes that look like constellations. Most of them also use black-with-colored-outline bullets that later turn white-with-colored-outline and change direction.

Eirin Yagokoro was the final boss and main villain of Touhou 8: Imperishable Night... albeit going after Kaguya instead gave you the better ending. Later, she's appeared pretty much anytime Eintei is relevant, but usually just to send out Reisen to do the dirty work. Her most notable other appearance is in the manga Silent Sinner in Blue, which expands on her backstory and the nature of the Lunar Capital.

Eirin is heavily implied to be Omoikane, a god of knowledge in Shinto folklore. He, too, largely acted in service of other gods rather than doing anything on his own.

#touhou project #touhou #eirin yagokoro #imperishable night

[bitbrumal]

                                                      RAMBLING  HEADCANON self-image / kaeya    ↤    mental state    ::    DILUC    ↩

a note that my diluc isn’t AS emotionally unintelligent as he comes across almost all the time,... there are things in his nature that make him Less Masterful at it, but that’s not the point of this post. this is about his severe inability to do anything re: kaeya that doesn’t make shit worse -- focussing around the blog canon with @ccaptain​ ( which features my go-to for diluc’s reaction to it all ). since we’ve done a teeny bit of our own baby steps toward reconciliation i am here to ruin canon’s good vibes with mental illness :3c

ever since That Night his inability to just handle shit with a modicum of sense has vanished under specific circumstances (= kaeya being in the vicinity):        he has lost all faith in a) his own ability to be good &     b) ‘good’ being a powerful presence in the world at all & c) the mindfuck is so severe he trusts absolutely nothing in himself to be able to tell him what’s what anymore.

              diluc has become the trauma of his only lasting family,

& he literally cannot cope. it ruins him. & he doesn’t try to stop it- which is not ‘self-destructive’ or a bad coping mechanism: the fact of what he has done fundamentally changes his perception of himself ( realistically so ) & leaves him being something he cannot love, cannot respect, cannot trust. in the absence of a heart he can trust- the emotion he thinks drove him to extremes -he is falling back on clinical logic fuelled by an understanding of himself that leaves him suicidal.

he has become a man who will always be his baby brother’s nightmare. for reasons that were not right or good. it was a ‘mistake’, if you will, though diluc would never use that word meaning to erase his own guilt / what it says about him that he went to violence there. it was luck that kept him from taking his brother’s eye out, it was the fucking tsaritsa’s goodwill that protected kaeya. he was the villain & so cruelly so- kaeya’s own brother, & for what? -that he will never be able to stop hurting him just by existing.

the changes in kaeya are clearer & clearer. at first paranoia kept him from seeing his pain as anything but another mask - but as that slowly gets balanced out with normalcy... yeah.            either everything is a lie, or... or one vital thing is not- kaeya loved him -& that----that actually makes things worse for kaeya. & so, because he does love selflessly despite his flaws, it makes them worse for diluc too. the intensity of relief felt at having truly been loved by someone in his family, & his best friend at that---made completely meaningless by how it worsens this crime.

                     as a result - the minute anything matters to him he is unable to find a way forward that doesn’t make him balk. there should not be a way forward where he engages kaeya. he should do the right thing & leave well enough alone; allow the poor man to heal, make what reparations he can but never again insert himself into the man’s life.

what the fuck does it matter that he loves him? that he needs him, needs forgiveness not because it was forgivable but because he’s pathetic & human & somehow, being unworthy doesn’t make him need it less - just more... but loving kaeya means he wants him okay, & ‘okay’ is what he cannot be around him. & so diluc is cold, & emotionally unavailable.

          he is trying so hard to keep his own pain from being the thing he leads with. he has no right. no place.

all kaeya needs from him is closure. & then...

& then his absence.

selfishly, this understanding has crippled him so terribly he’s truly been unable to both keep his own tears out of this AND try to give kaeya closure. every single time they pussyfoot around it, his own bullshit resurfaces & it blots out all else - the mind actually represses letting go of kaeya because even like this, even with the way things are... & to know himself to be so fundamentally selfish toward someone who by all rights deserves his selflessness now more than ever... only makes everything exponentially worse.

        tl;dr: ‘luc is trying to find the strength to do the right thing but kaeya is one of the only things that give him strength & the prospect of finalising their separation takes what is left of him. & that makes him hate himself worse c: diluc loves kaeya sm that he’s absolutely terrible at being nice to him.

#hc ✦ diluc #long post #i just think it's fascinating your honour #funny how your own perspective is the only thing that rules you & reality just... is a distant distant second LMAO #being human's being fragile af bruh

[bonesandthebees]

Okay, so the clinic one shot. I had to sit there for a full minute recalling the plot and characters so I could read because it’s been so long since I’ve read it. Anyway, it’s amazing how you convey the hero-villain dynamic. It’s one thing to know that the heroes do a lot of unnecessary damage. It’s another to see Wilbur being chased across rooftops with no way to defend himself or escape. It paints that constant fear they live in.

Because this is Dream, who has already killed a man and walked away without consequences. Dream who knows he can get away with it again. Dream who knows Siren is alone and can’t defend himself without his power and back-up will never get here fast enough. Dream who knows there are no p witnesses and this would be the perfect time to kill him. So he does.

And then there’s Wilbur realising Tommy is a good person and immediately becoming protective. Because being a villain (or associated with them) is dangerous. He would’ve been dead without Tommy. And it’s interesting to see that from the very beginning Wilbur knew how this would play out. He knew the kid would get dragged into being their healer so he tries to hide his existence without even considering that maybe that’s what he wants to do. If he saved Siren, knowing it was Siren, then surely he just wants to help people.

Also, Techno has to put so much effort into getting the tiniest piece of the puzzle. Which makes me think that Wilbur constantly downplays how badly he was hurt because he doesn't want the others to worry. So protecting the kid is just an excuse, but he’s just hiding the trauma of a near-death experience and trying to deal with it on his own. That’s not healthy.

Also, by the time Phil and Techno show up on Tommy’s doorstep, they know he saved Wilbur’s life. So, either he told them when he sent them to Tommy or he caved before that or they wrung it out of him because he clearly wasn’t okay. It’s good that it does get dealt with, even though it should be the go-to to tell them.

Lastly, of course ‘spend a year starving on the streets’ Wilbur instantly notices Tommy is too tiny and probably not eating enough, so as a thanks he takes him out for food. It’s a nice character detail that even though he has enough now he still knows the signs and he’s definitely ongoing to do something about it because he remembers what it was like.

Anyway, I hope you’ve enjoyed the clinic ramble. I did not expect this many thoughts, but here we are.

-🌲

lmaoooo I straight up had the main clinic fic open in another tab the entire time while writing that so I could make sure I was keeping my own story straight. in clinic, the heroes are far more corrupt as a whole compared to world forgetting, so it was interesting to go back to that dynamic! dream knows full well he can get away with killing a villain now, and it's been so many years since he killed hbomb that he's convinced himself it's all for the greater good now. you can see a stark difference in his behavior compared to when he first killed hbomb and how horrified he was, and now he just... didn't seem to care that much about killing siren. he was proud of himself, more than anything.

wilbur at first was very suspicious of tommy, but once he realized this random kid was telling the truth and he genuinely just wanted to help? wilbur can't remember the last time he met someone that wholly good, so of course he doesn't wanna drag him into shit if he doesn't have to. he owes tommy and he recognizes that, and doesn't want to get some random kid involved in this shitfest if he can avoid it

lmao yeah wilbur definitely has downplayed his injuries before so techno is very suspicious the whole time. later on in the story when wilbur eventually tells phil and techno the truth of that night, they all have a long family talk about "hey wilbur why the fuck did you not tell us you almost died that's not healthy are you alright-" (for reference, wilbur didn't tell phil and techno until that night at the warehouse when phil got injured. they needed a healer so in a rush he just kind of told them "oh yeah haha that night i came back with a stab wound uh fun fact it was way worse and I literally was about to die but some kid healed me so since we need a healer-")

yup. wilbur knows what it's like to be hungry, even if tommy isn't on the streets and isn't fully starving, he's still not eating enough and wilbur knows how to recognize those signs

so glad you enjoyed spruce anon!!!

#ask #spruce anon #clinic