#a bit of a zoo situation now that I think of it...

[rockcat2112]

Ok so geniuine question If rich people love it so much to watch large numbers grow, why does nobody just falsely inflate the numbers in their account, and put them into some sort of "Luxury Private island" when feeding them information about how their luxurious wealth is big... while everyone else in the world works on actually making said world work? They'd get no say in how things are run and essentially would live their ultimate "Infinite grow" dream...

#geniune question #I mean #it makes sense #when you think about it #the wolf is full #and the world is happier #a bit of a zoo situation now that I think of it... #which is messed up a bit #actually this is a really messed up idea #but it's a moral question #whether you'd rather have bunch of senile old hateful dragons shadowrule everything #or have said dragons effectively sleep while you work on improving your world...

[kiirschtein-archive]

⋆ 「 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢’𝐬 (𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞) 𝐦𝐨𝐦. 」 ⋆

feat. — toji fushiguro x f!reader, kid!megumi

word count. — 1.4k

content. — sfw, non-sorcerer au, established relationship (marriage), mostly just fluffy domestic stuff, reader is addressed as ‘mom/mama/mommy,’ toji’s kind of a bad parent but he’s working on it, brief mention of toji smoking (cigarettes), overprotective!toji, very minor suggestive themes (from toji 🙄 he’s a walking cw/tw)

notes. — idk. this has been incessantly on my brain pretty much from the moment i  woke up today, even to the point where i was writing half of this at  the laundromat lmao. mother’s day yesterday had me feeling some type of way, so here have some fun headcanons from a strange eldest daughter!!!! (i might end up doing a set of these for gojo x reader too 🤔)

⋆ 「 — he’s not your biological son, but you’ve been around since you started seeing toji when megumi was still a baby. but now, a few years later, you might as well be his real mother. you certainly act like it and feel like it, so toji gladly initiates the conversation about official adoption. it just makes sense. you eventually explain the situation to megumi as best as you can simply so that he doesn't grow up thinking he was lied to or anything of the sort, but as far as he's concerned, you're his mom whether it's by blood or not.

⋆ 「 — and oh, megumi’s a mama’s boy. i imagine he’s just a little bit of a healthier kid vs. canon given the better family situation, but he’s still always a bit of a grumpy baby, appreciating his autonomy and trying to be as self-sufficient and mature as he can be. but he’ll most certainly run to you when he needs help, is truly hurt, or just needing a bit of comfort. you’ve always treated him so softly and kindly with understanding, so he honestly feels more comfortable coming to you most of the time instead of his dad.

⋆ 「 — he likes the way you organize the bookshelf in his room or fold and sort his clothes in special little ways. he gets upset any time toji tries to put a book back in the wrong place or can’t figure out where his damn socks are. gumi will scowl and say, “that’s not where it goes.” or go deadpan and be like, “mom always keeps the socks in the bottom drawer.” disappointed that his father can’t even remember. toji just grumbles and says, “your mama’s gonna ruin you.”

⋆ 「 — has called you 'mom' basically since he was old enough, but don't let him fool you. megumi will drop the big boy act and come out with 'mama' or 'mommy' when something's wrong or he's really excited. he'll come to you with quiet tears and sniffles, a little ashamed that he's crying, but present to you a scraped elbow, "mama... it hurts." you clean up the scrape and explain to him the little medical details in a somewhat understandable way to help him focus on something besides the pain, and you tell him that it'll be okay, and that it's alright to cry. or on the flip-side, you and toji take him to the zoo, little gumi on his dad's shoulders, and he gasps and points excitedly, "look, mommy! look at the big elephant!" and it feels incredible to see him be so spirited.

⋆ 「 — along the lines of the art from this post and the thought i had about it earlier, just imagine that you're at some event (maybe like a birthday party or something), and toji's been hauling megumi around. they're both so over it at this point and are like 'please get me out of this' so as soon as toji walks past the obnoxious inflatable bouncy house, he smirks and just YEETS that kid inside without a second thought. after regaining his breath, megumi just looks at his father with the most EVIL little scowl as other kids bounce around him with smiles. by the look on that child's face you could've swore that his father had just done him the ultimate betrayal.

so gumi slides out and hurriedly makes his way over to where you're sitting off to the side, quietly climbing into your lap for a little bit of solace. he wiggles in close to your chest and you tuck him under your chin with a ‘come here, sweetpea,’ rocking slowly and humming something soft because he always seems to like it when you do.

toji comes over and you look at him through narrowed eyes. "kids are supposed to like shit like that," he says.

"you know he likes when things are more quiet," you respond, and toji rolls his eyes at how you seemingly spoil your son.

"just thought it might be good for him to try and get along with the other brats." toji tries to cover up the fact that he tossed his kid for the sheer personal enjoyment of it.

you huff in disbelief. "oh, like you get along so well with everyone?"

he scoffs and moves in behind you, leaning down to place a kiss on your neck. "i get along with you," he says almost suggestively.

you just keep stroking megumi's hair and give the top of his head a gentle kiss. "yeah, well not today," you say, shooting a smug, resolute smile towards your husband, ultimately taking his son's side.

⋆ 「 — outside of his alone time, megumi would honestly much rather be with you instead of other children. toji thinks it's probably unhealthy and you're inclined to agree, but you also don't want to force megumi into situations that will just make him miserable. so, when appropriate, you don't mind at all pacing around with him in your arms or have him walk next to you (maybe holding your hand if he’s not in a ‘big boy’ mood), teaching him about the things you see in the woods, the park, or even the museum. when toji's not away working, he'll join too because it admittedly makes his heart feel soft to watch you two together. it always has, because you've been doing this with megumi since he was a baby. it never gets old. if it wasn't already so difficult trying to figure out how to do things right by his son, he'd want you to give him even more babies.

⋆ 「 — megumi likes doing things with his dad sometimes too, though. toji tries his best to do it right and watch both his mouth and his temper. you like seeing them getting along, even if it's just quietly watching tv or a movie (probably a cartoon where toji gets kind of into and will ask the occasional question like "why does that one stupid chick keep doing that?" and megumi just shrugs like, "i dunno. she is pretty dumb.") or playing ball outside because gumi's starting to show some athleticism. but you have to remind toji that he can't always be so rough or competitive with games because megumi is literally a child.

⋆ 「 — toji can also be way too overprotective of you two at times. you'll be out and about and he'll just be wearing such an intimidating expression as he walks behind you both, on the lookout for anyone who might want to cause trouble or take the wrong sort of glance at his wife. he'll even snap at people for walking too close or like cutting in line or something petty, and you have to tell him stop acting like an attack dog and looking like the grim reaper because dear god you're literally just having lunch at the park. even at his age, megumi's just eating his ice cream and looking at his dad with his little baby deadpan expression and thinking "this man really needs to take a chill pill." other times he can be more relaxed, however, obviously confident in his ability to protect you. it depends on his mood. but that still doesn’t stop him from being embarrassing and going off on people in public if something happens.

⋆ 「 — you also know all of gumi’s favorite meals and snacks. it’s yet another one of those things where, if his dad does it wrong, megumi expresses a disappointment beyond his years. toji will be making and packing his son’s school lunch just as instructed by the notes you gave him, but it’s by no means as neat and meticulous as when you do it. toji’s got a cigarette hanging out of his mouth with furrowed, concentrating brows, his free hand shakily reaching for a cup of fresh coffee, and megumi’s standing there with his little backpack, criticizing his father the entire time. “mom doesn’t do it like that,” he says.

“well mom ain’t here right now. and it doesn’t matter how the sandwich is cut, is still tastes the damn same.”

gumi doesn’t even physically react, still wearing the same neutral expression, just waiting for his dad to hurry up. “mom says you shouldn’t smoke. and she also says not to use bad words.”

toji scoffs and then smirks. “well mommy uses all sorts of bad words you don’t even know about when her and daddy have play time.”

megumi’s already almost late for school and can barely feel his feet from how tight his dad tied his shoelaces. he also asks you later about “play time,” and you want to absolutely murder your husband over it.

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #c. — toji fushiguro #hc. — toji fushiguro #fluff. — toji fushiguro #c. — megumi fushiguro #hc. — megumi fushiguro #fluff. — megumi fushiguro #my writing.

[obsessedduh]

Recently read your sub Simon × sub Reader..... And I really wanted to know your thoughts on dom Price × sub Simon × sub Reader?

loving this equest!! keep them up guys!! i'm also getting loadssss of arcane request which i love but i also love when its switch up a bit!! @multifandomheathenannie

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE who is making SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY fuck you with tears in both of your eyes from the overstimulation of previous orgasms. Simon's cock slipping in and out of your sloppy cunt, John's eyes are fixated on the two of you. his eyes burning with nothing but lust as he watches the two of you whimper and whine, like a couple of animals in the zoo trained for his entertainment.

what makes it even worse is that he has all his clothes on meanwhile he's left you too breathless and covered in each others juice, naked. how unfair! :(

Simon's cock was aching and he couldn't help the tears form in his eyes. Simon could control himself more than you, keep his composure, even in situations like these. mostly all he'll let out is a pained groan or grunt of pleasure maybe even a sob or whimper. nothing else really, but you on the other hand, you can barely shut up, not unless your ordered too and even that was a struggle for you. sobs, whines, moans, whimper, squirms, sobs.

how is it your fault when they make you feel so good to the point you feel like your the first man on the moon. heck, your pussy wasn't any better, in fact is was just as bad, sloppy, wet noise as Simon's cock slammed into you, his tip nudging your cervix with each thrust.

each roll of Simon's hips you were sure you were about to tap out, eyes rolled to the back of your head, tears staining your cheeks and your mouth agape as you couldn't about anything but Simon's thick, long nuzzled deep inside of your messy cunt, well that was until John's laugh.

why is he laughing? your cockdrunk self and Simon are a pure mess, overstimulation and pleasure taking over both of your brains and he just sits there laughs, like it's a funny joke from a goofy game show!?

"Simon, go faster."

you pout and Simon's eyes widen only a tad.

"wha' you lot deaf now? ya' heard me Simon, go faster."

with hesitance Simon began to roll his hips a bit faster, groaning slightly from the painful but pleasurable bliss your pussy provides willing for his cock. if you thought you were in wonderland before, you were for sure were in wonderland now, moaning, completely too cock drunk to realise anything. John walks up to you too, Simon groans as he feels his orgasm approaching, even closer when John's finger moves to rub smooth circles on your clit and your pussy automatically clenched harder on his cock, you let out a broken moan completely cut of by you

you squirting and Simon cumming deep inside of you as your pussy clenched him and milked his balls dry. you both were breathless and tired, tears leaking out both of your eyes now.

"i hope you two don' think we're done."

a whimper slips out of both of your lips.

this was gonna be a long night...

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

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[why-animals-do-the-thing]

hi there! love your work! i recently had a prof say that all zoos (USA) are bad (so we shouldn't support them) and sanctuaries are better because using animals for entertainment is morally wrong, most zoo profits dont go to conservation, and conservation efforts are bandaid solutions to capitalism destroying animal habitats, so the real solution is to return the land to indigenous stewards to manage/rewild. i didn't disagree with the last bit, but the argument as a whole felt a little off to me for a reason i couldnt put my finger on. am i off base here? just feeling really unsure about the whole thing.

You're not wrong! There's a mix of reality and personal opinions in those statements, and it's definitely something worth critically examining. A quick fact-check of what they said for you:

All US zoos are bad

There's a massive range of quality of zoological facilities within the US (and around the world). Some are stellar and some are not, and it's really just not accurate to lump them all under the same umbrella for almost any purpose. Unless, of course, your issue isn't with animal welfare, and it's philosophical, which is what it sound like in #2...

2. Using animals for entertainment is morally wrong.

This is one of my favorite things to talk about w/r/t how we exhibit animals. Entertainment has become equated with exploitation and implicit low welfare in the last couple decades, and so you get a lot of people saying using animals for entertainment is wrong. But those same folk will say that they enjoy seeing animals in other contexts, and they think that's okay. Where's the line between enjoying something and being entertained by it? What makes something one and not the other? Also, we know that people learn better from from situations which are enjoyable/entertaining - even just a fun teacher who jokes around vs a dry lecture - so how can that only be a problem when it's used to make viewing animals more impactful? I wrote a whole piece on this a while back (linked here) if you want to dig into this more. Some zoos (and accrediting groups) are shying away from "entertainment" type branding - shows are demos now, for instance - and others are leaning into "edutainment" that's done with good welfare and communicates actual education messaging. In short, this is a personal philosophical belief, and you're right to question if you agree. (Even if you decide you do think that too! It's always good to question why someone is arguing what they believe about animal use, and how they came to believe it).

3. Sanctuaries are better than zoos.

There's two reasons I think he's misinformed here. First, almost all exotic animal sanctuaries in the US are licensed exhibitors - just like zoos! I only know of a couple that don't exhibit to the public at all. It's an important part of their revenue stream, because gate take helps support paying for animal care. Also anything you see from a sanctuary on Youtube, Facebook, or TikTok? Also exhibition! They just message about it differently, and often have a different ethos about how they exhibit (e.g. tours to reduce stress instead of letting people wander, doing conservation or rescue messaging instead of just display). Second... look, most people assume that the word "sanctuary" means a facility is intrinsically more ethical than a zoo, and therefore they must be a good place. In reality, many sanctuaries get much less public and regulatory scrutiny (at the state level) than most zoos. There are good sanctuaries out there, but there are also sanctuaries where stuff goes on that would absolutely be unacceptable at zoos, and it slides because of the assumption that sanctuaries are inherently more moral and ethical and care for their animals better.

4. Most zoo profits don't go to conservation

This is correct! Direct conservation funding is often a small part of the money a zoo makes. However, that's because money goes to things like facility maintenance, new construction, paying salaries, etc. If zoos put all the money they made back into conservation programs, practically, they wouldn't have the funding to continue to operate. The question that I'd suggest asking instead is "where are they putting money into conservation" and "are they doing conservation work or just throwing money at something to display the logo of the program." Also, it's worth keeping in mind that a lot of what zoos do to support conservation isn't necessarily financial. Many facilities contribute "in-kind", by doing things like sending staff to assist with programs or teach specific skills, or by donating things like vehicles and equipment. Research zoos do also seriously contributes to in-situ programs, and breeding programs for re-introduction like the scimitar-horned oryx and the black-footed ferret are also conservation. Could many of the big urban facilities with huge budgets do more? Yes. But looking just at dollars spent on conservation programs is disingenuous and inaccurate.

5. Conservation efforts are band-aid solutions to capitalism destroying habitats / Returning the land to indigenous peoples to manage/rewild is the real solution to conservation issues

This is a little outside my scope so I'm going to only address the part that I know. First off, like, there's no One True Answer to conservation issues. That's reductionist and inaccurate. Conservation really is a human issue, though, and it often has to involve solving human problems that lead to negative results for animals. There's definitely an issue with what some people call "parachute conservation" where Westerners swoop in and try to tell people living in range countries how to best manage their animals and natural resources without recognizing their perspectives, needs, or what drives their behavior towards those animals. That's not just a zoo issue - that's an issue with a ton of traditional Western conservation work. And there is progress towards fixing it! In the zoo world, I've been very impressed with the work out of The Living Desert, where their conservation people spend a lot of time overseas teaching people in range countries to evaluate and improve their own conservation programs, so they can assess efficacy and also have data to apply for grants, etc. They provide support when asked, rather than trying to tell people who live with these animals regularly what to do. One of my favorite programs that TLD collaborates with (they don't try to run it!) is a group called the Black Mambas that reduces poaching by supporting entire communities to reduce the desperation for food/income, educating kids about animals, and running all-female patrols staffed by community members.

Overall, it sounds like your professor's view of zoos is really informed by their personal moral perspective, and possibly reinforced by a lot of the misinformation / misleading messaging that exists about the industry and about conservation work. They do have some specifics right, but not necessarily the context to inform why things are like that. It was a good catch to question the mix of information and approach it critically.

#zoo industry #zoo information #philosophy around zoos and what they do #conservation #zoo questions

[lilyginnyblackv2]

The small details that make this episode work: SPOILERS!

1. Miss Anna is shown to be on her own looking after a lot of kids:

This highlights a real-world problem in Japan, which is the extreme worker shortage and high turnover rate of daycare workers in Japan right now. I’ll link to a Japan Times article that goes into more details about this.

2. Rei notes how huge this zoo is in the very next scene:

3. The areas the kids are shown traversing on their own and shouting for help in aren’t heavily populated areas of the zoo. Compare this scene where Rei and Kazuki are to the kids:

Kazuki is also screaming and shouting nonsensical things, so it stops people and catches their attention. Meanwhile, the areas the kids are in have very few people:

The kids are calling out for their teacher and others here. Yes, there is a woman with her child there, but could that woman be completely zoned out at the moment? Absolutely. Her kid is the only one that notices Kazuki crawling on the ground in the next scene, after all. She could be scrolling on her smartphone for all we know too.

4. When they do reach an area with slightly more people around, and call out, these people are eating lunch with their kids. Their focus is on their own children. And only Miri’s “Miss Anna!” shout is said loudly once. Taiga kinda mumbles out a “Where could she be?” But that’s it. 

And, I do think that Buddy Daddies has been highlighting the lack of attention and care a lot of people in big cities, especially, tend to give towards others. Even children. And how, in Japan, the desire to not cause disturbance or conflict, can also lead to people not interfering in situations, even when they should.

But even here in the States or other parts of the world, how many times have people heard kids playing or shouting very loudly, and it was paid no mind, because the assumption is that kids are playing or the person they are looking for is just around the corner? You hear about situations like that happening all the time in missing children’s cases and the like.

It really requires the shouting or the scene/actions to be really loud or really odd (Kazuki being up a grown man up a tree shouting) to cause others to stop and stare, sadly.

5. Finally, when this lowlife does attack them, there is literally no one around (except Kazuki and Rei). They moved to a more secluded area nearer to the trees (rather than staying in the more crowded area by the benches). His attack is also meant to be ridiculous, because it highlights an actual, lowlife “delinquent” (a grown man who would steal food from a literal child), to contrast with Kazuki’s imagined delinquent Miri.

And, this part may be a bit of a stretch, but I do find it rather interesting that the episode started with this discussion:

An older man saying “Parents these days are too lenient with their children when they’re young!” But yet, it is these older men that likely had stricter or less lenient upbringings that are shown behaving poorly. Yet, it is a more lenient approach (Miri with Taiga) that shows good results. 

(Also, sidenote, in both this news story and in this episode’s B-plot, the adult exhibiting harmful behavior are both grown men - so the issue is less “they don’t know right from wrong,” as the man on the news says kids these days need stricter understandings of that, and more “they’ve never been taught accountability for their actions,” which is a different thing and is a very gendered issue, especially in Japan, though also around the world to varying degrees. Since Taiga was exhibiting a lot of the usual “boys will be boys” behavior, but Miri holds him accountable for his actions, like below).

As for Miss Anna, we don’t really see her side of things. But I’d imagine that she did the best she could to locate them/some form of security to help her find our lost gang, while also making sure no other kids took off, and keep things “on schedule” enough to keep the others calm and not cause panic. She was likely super stressed out and juggling a million different things at once. With her situation and them getting lost highlighting the understaffing issue with daycare workers and also the continued societal issue of lack of community and helping others, especially in regards to childcare.

Do a lot of these things also just help to tell the story that they need to? Yes, but at the same time, I feel they set everything up in a way that I could believe something like this could happen. Maybe it’s also because I can remember being a kid lost in the grocery store when others were around, and no one stopping despite distress being visible on my face and me calling for my mom. That definitely happened once when I was younger. So this happening to a small group of kids in a huge zoo in the city? Definitely plausible.

I also just think they tied this episode and its themes nicely together. And I wrote this post because one reactor was basically like, “If that was my kid’s teacher, she wouldn’t be my kid’s teacher anymore.” “If I was her, I’d cause a scene until the police came to me and helped fix the situation” and other sorts of Miss Anna slander, and I wasn’t here for it. 

(Also, that approach would have been awful. She is in charge of a bunch of other kids too. She can’t just cause a scene until cops or security or whatever came to help. That would have caused the bunch of other children she had to care and look out for to freak out and it would have made the situation 1,000x worse. Especially since she seemed to be doing this whole trip on her own).

#Buddy Daddies #Miri Unasaka #Kazuki Kurusu #Rei Suwa #Anna Hanyu #BD #Buddy Daddies spoilers #BD spoilers #long post #image heavy post #meta post

[loveforsatoru]

Our Blue Spring- Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Chapter 6: Christmas Eve Party)

He thanks the old woman over and over before running out of the cafe, sprinting down the street. She waves him goodbye, knowing how this is going to go because she’s been in a similar situation. Love can always prevail if it never died down in the first place.

Satoru’s brain is swirling, it almost doesn’t feel real. He rushes back to his apartment to get himself ready, swinging the door open and immediately going into the bathroom to take a shower.

The next couple hours were spent by Satoru making sure he looks his best. Almost an hour shower, blow drying his hair, brushing his teeth, scavenging his closet for something to wear and digging out old boxes to look for fancy accessories.

He checks himself in the mirror one last time, fixing the collar of his shirt. He clutches the locket you gave him the day you left, almost wishing on every shooting star that this will go well.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his door. He walks over and opens it. Behind it was Megumi. Satoru opens the door wider and motions for him to come in.

“What's up, kid?”

“Nothing. I was just on my way back from a movie with Yuji. He still feels bad about the camera, you know.”

Right, the camera.

“Tell him not to worry about it. It broke anyway.”

“Broke? Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it slipped off my desk.”

“Sorry.. I knew how much it meant to you.”

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. I’ll be okay.” Satoru spoke with glossed eyes behind his glasses, he doesn’t want to think about the camera right now.

“I actually came by to give you something.” He then proceeded to pull something out of his bag. It was a framed picture of the 3 of you the day you went to the zoo when Megumi was 10.

Satoru takes the picture frame in his hands and scans it. He was holding Megumi up on his shoulders and you had your arms around his waist with a smile that could light up an entire city. It looked like you guys were a real family.

“Why are you giving me this? I appreciate it, but don’t you want to keep it?”

“You probably need it more than I do.”

A smile made its way onto Satoru’s face, fighting the urge to give the boy a hug.

“Do you think y/n will ever come back?” He suddenly asked, a hint of desperation in his voice, like he was itching for Satoru to say yes. It was obvious what he came over for. He wanted his hope to be reassured because unbeknownst to everyone around him, Megumi too had faith that you would return.

The question made Satoru’s eyes widen a bit. He had never outright asked about you.

“She’s back in town.. I’m actually on my way to see her right now.”

A glint of happiness sparked in his eyes. He would never tell anyone about how much he missed being around you, but Satoru knew.

“Did you guys get back together?”

“No.. not yet. She doesn’t know that I’m aware of her coming back. I only found out a couple hours ago. I’m assuming she didn’t want me finding out in the first place. It just happened to be a coincidence that I walked into the same cafe she did, the owner told me she was in town and we were both invited to the same party tonight.”

But was it really a coincidence? Satoru wasn’t the type to believe in fate or the stars aligning, but this seemed too surreal to just be a coincidence.

“Don’t you screw this up. Get her back and keep her here.”

Having said that, he began to walk away, but Satoru didn’t let him get far, stunning him with his response.

“You miss her, right? It’s okay to admit. I promise I’ll make things right with her and if I don’t, kill me. I’m sure she misses you just as much.”

Satoru is certain of his statement. There’s no way you don’t miss him. You both clicked instantly and formed a special bond, one Megumi never had before or after you. Making sure he was safe, had food in front of him, a place to stay whenever he needed, and most importantly, someone to confide in.

Megumi simply nodded, but Satoru swears a tear rolled down his cheek before he continued making his way out.

Checking his watch, Satoru decided it was time to go to Utahime’s. He’s already late.

He sets the picture frame on the kitchen counter, grabs his things and walks out. The streets are extra crowded tonight. The area is illuminated by Christmas lights and decorations. Couples and families of 3, 4, 5, and 6 fill every corner. He hopes he can have that someday, but he only wants it if it’s with you.

Laughter and talking fills the air until he steps inside the train and it dies down. He takes an empty seat next to a little boy who looks no more than 6 years old. Is he really all alone? Where are his parents?

“Hi, mister!” The little boy fervently exclaims.

“Hey! What’s your name?” Satoru replies, giving the boy a fist bump.

“Jonah! What about you?”

He’s very hyper, seems like a nice kid. He reminds Satoru a lot of Yuji.

“My name's Gojo.”

“Cool!”

Satoru gives Jonah a small smile before turning his attention to his phone, looking down at it to check the time. It’s 8:45 pm. The party started at 7. Hopefully this train hurries up. He doesn’t know how much longer he can go without seeing you.

“That girl on your wallpaper is pretty. Is she your girlfriend or something?” Jonah asks, staring at Satoru’s wallpaper, trying to get a better look at the photo of you.

“Ahh, no. Unfortunately we broke up a couple years ago.”

“Why? Does she not like you anymore?”

“I don’t know. I guess something happened and she decided to break up with me.” Truth be told, Satoru can’t really give the boy a proper response. He himself doesn’t even have the answers as to why you broke up with him and it’s been eating at him for the last 7 years, but he plans on changing that.

“Well, if she’s not your girlfriend anymore, then why is she on your phone? Do you still like her?”

“Love her.”

“My mommy says love is a strong word.”

“It sure is.”

“So how do you know you love her? What does it feel like? I’ve never loved somebody before.”

His response makes Satoru chuckle, finding his curiosity adorable.

“Don’t worry, you’ll find someone. You’re still young. Love feels like a lot of things. You’re willing to do anything for that person, no matter what. Just the thought of them makes your insides feel warm and you get butterflies. You admire everything they do and they make you happy, happier than you’ve ever been. You’re both there for each other whenever you need it. They fill a hole in your life, like they were the missing piece and you’re not complete without them. That’s how I knew I was in love with her.”

The boy sat and listened, taking in everything Satoru was saying. He’s pretty smart for his age. Satoru had never met a kid this interested in the concept of love before.

“I get it. Did she feel the same way about you?”

“I’m pretty sure she did, yeah.”

“Do you think she still does?”

“I hope so. I would be very sad if she didn’t.”

“Hmmm… Why don’t you ask her?”

“That’s what I’m planning to do tonight.”

“Awesome! Are you going to save her from an evil dragon in a castle and then live happily ever after?”

Satoru had to hold back his laughter at the mental image Jonah had going on.

“Something like that.”

“I believe in you, mister Gojo! Go save your princess!”

“Alright, I will.” Satoru ruffled his hair and gave him a lollipop from his pocket.

He happily accepted, quickly unwrapping the candy.

“Thanks! Bye bye now! My mommy’s calling! I’ll see you later!”

Satoru watches as the boy exits the train with his mom, jumping up and down while waving before the train doors close, heading towards the next stop.

Shortly after, the train stops at its next location and Satoru gets off, walking to Utahime’s place. Kyoto is far less populated than Tokyo, making it easier to get around. It feels like a breath of fresh air.

Utahime doesn’t live far from the station, so he quickly found himself in front of her house. The music is blaring and could be heard from a block away.

He walks inside and is nearly shocked by the amount of people attending. She threw these parties every year, but never one this huge. If it weren’t for you, he would’ve walked out as fast as he came in.

He squeezes past people, attempting to find someone he knows amongst all the unfamiliar faces.

After being pushed, shoved and bumping into people, he finally finds Shoko, but she doesn’t look pleased to see him.

“Shoko!”

“What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“What do you mean? Utahime sent me the invitation!” He had to speak loudly over the music, so Shoko pulls him upstairs where it’s quieter.

“You have to leave. You can’t be here.” She spoke sternly, already planning to yell at Utahime for inviting him.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“It doesn’t matter, you just have to go.”

“No way! I came here to see y/n and I’m not leaving without talking to her.” Satoru stubbornly held his ground against Shoko’s insistence. He was firm on seeing you and nothing would stop him.

Shoko’s eyes widened and she nearly spit out her drink.

“How do you even know she’s here?!”

“I figured it out this morning. And how come you know about this? Does everyone know where she’s been besides me? Have you all been keeping this a secret from me for this long?”

“It’s not like that. I’m the only one who knows how she’s been doing, but she got into contact with Utahime not too long ago and she invited her at the last minute. She must’ve forgotten that she sent you an invite because I specifically told her you and y/n couldn’t be in the same place.”

Satoru shot her an exasperated look, scoffing at her response.

“Do you know how miserable I’ve been since she left? You watched me cry over her and you didn’t have the courage to do me a solid and at least give me her contact info? Nobody needs you sticking your nose in other people’s problems, especially mine. This entire ordeal is between me and y/n. You had no right to keep something this big from me for years.”

“You need to understand that y/n personally asked me to not bring her up to you. I couldn’t go against her wishes. It’s for your own good that you don’t find out.”

“I’m here now and I don’t intend on leaving without seeing her. You don’t get how desperate I’ve been, how long I’ve been waiting for this. I’m not going to let this opportunity go to waste.”

With that, he quickly ran down the stairs, pushing past people, not caring who it might’ve been. There’s nobody else on his mind besides you. The only problem is, the place is huge and it’s completely packed.

He begins going around, asking if anyone had seen you. Everytime someone said no, a piece of him crumbled away.

He decides to take a break, going to get something to drink, where he sees Nanami.

“You look roughed up.” The younger, blonde male said, taking a sip out of his own drink.

“Yeah, shitty night so far.” Satoru grumbles, opening a bottle of water.

“Already? Didn’t you get here 30 minutes ago?”

“Yup.”

Nanami was surprised at Satoru’s odd behavior. Every time he saw him, he was always cheerful, talkative. Sure, he heard that he was going through something, but he didn’t know what and didn’t think it would affect his mood this much.

“What happened?”

“I’ve been trying to find y/n all night, but it’s no use. It’s impossible to find her and everybody I’ve asked hasn’t seen her either.”

“Y/n? She’s back?”

“Yeah, I heard it from the manager at a cafe I used to take her to. Shoko basically confirmed it too, the moment she told me I couldn’t be here and had to leave.”

“That must suck. You don’t seem like yourself.”

“I haven’t felt like myself for years.”

“Over a girl?”

“She’s not just a girl. She was everything I had and I lost her in the blink of an eye.”

Nanami nods, sympathizing with the man he would usually describe as arrogant, annoying, and egoistical, but this conversation alone is enough to prove him wrong.

Out in the distance, Nanami could make out a familiar face.

“Is that her?” He asks, pointing to you. You were standing in the living room, talking to a couple people.

Satoru turns his head around and immediately locks eyes with you.

You’re absolutely gorgeous, more than he remembered. Your hair is longer, your features matured, but you still hold the same warming aura.

He tosses his water bottle aside, and makes his way toward you, but the moment you see him, you begin running away.

“Y/n!” He calls out, practically stepping over people to get to you.

You keep running, not looking back, but you’re a fool to think you can outrun Satoru. He is the strongest sorcerer, afterall.

He grabs a hold of your wrist, spinning you around.

The both of you are speechless. You examine his features, how handsome he is and how different he looks. He’s taller, more muscular. His sunglasses are long gone, stuffed away in his pocket, giving you the chance to look into his cerulean eyes that you’ve missed so much, but they hold so much sadness. It makes your heart break knowing it’s all because of you.

Despite that, you’re adamant on keeping a distance between the two of you, emotionally and physically.

You slip from his grasp and dart outside, regretting it the moment cold air engulfs your body like a blanket.

“Stop running from me, please! It’s been so long! At least talk to me!” He calls out as he follows you outside.

Every step he takes towards you, you back away. This feels too much like the night you left.

“I can’t! You were never supposed to see me!”

“But I did! I found you again! Don’t you see it? It’s fate!”

“It’s not fate! Fate was never supposed to cross our paths again!”

“Don’t say that! You know you don’t believe it! Haven’t you thought about me at all since that day? Haven’t you thought about this?”

As much as you want to shout “no” and shut him out, you can’t because the two of you know you’d be lying.

“Don’t do this to yourself! Stop chasing after me! Stop hoping that we’ll be together again because we won’t!”

“Why? What we had was real! It was never over for me!”

“Satoru, I’m engaged! Why do you think I’ve been hiding from you?!”

He stops and he stares at you, his soul and his heart shattering before you could even finish your sentence.

It started to pour rain, but you’re both frozen in place. Satoru has a lump in his throat. If he tries to speak, sobs will be the only thing to come out.

“I’m so sorry.” You say, taking a couple steps towards him, close enough that you won’t have to shout, but far enough to keep a distance.

“Are you happy?” He croaks, unable to fight back the tears falling from his eyes.

You don’t reply to his question right away because you’re not. It was a marriage of convenience. Your fiance was by no means a bad man (at least that’s what you tell yourself), but you just weren’t happy. You’ve always felt that something was missing, and maybe it was Satoru. It was definitely Satoru. Every moment you spent with your fiance, you secretly wished it was Satoru. But you couldn’t find the strength to go back to him. You still had your motives and fears to hide away.

…

“No, I’m not.” You spoke with ache and affliction. Your heart longed for him in ways that you couldn’t describe.

“How long are you in town for?” He asked, unable to keep his eyes off of you. He doesn’t care about his spilling tears. You’re too beautiful to look away from even with your hair and clothes soaking wet.

“10 days.”

“I swear I’ll win you back before then. 10 days is all I need. I haven’t been able to go on with my life without you. I haven’t dated, haven’t slept with anyone else. I would rather spend the rest of my life alone than with someone who isn’t you. The only thing that got me by was the hope and small possibility that you’d be back. And now that you are, I won’t let you go again. I regret not fighting harder 7 years ago. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I promised myself and Megumi that I would get you back. I don’t plan on breaking that promise whatsoever. I’ll hop on a plane and move to the other side of the globe if I have to because you’re worth it. You’re worth everything in the world.”

He spoke through tears and an unsteady voice, but he meant every word and you know it.

You’re left speechless. All you can do is run into his arms and kiss him. Your fiancé, the life you built while you were away, and your motives for distancing yourself all leave your mind the instant your lips connect. He held you up as your fingers tangled themselves in his hair like they used to. Your tongues collided, molding perfectly together along with the rest of your bodies like a puzzle. You two are meant to complete each other. You’re each other's missing pieces.

It was a kiss that was filled with every emotion the two of you have felt since the breakup. A kiss that said more than words ever could. It was your way of telling him that you’ve missed and thought about him just as much.

#gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo fanfic #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x y/n

[italiansteebie]

As someone who is disabled, I am obsessed with the idea of Steve Harrington in a wheelchair or using mobility aids. Maybe hurt/comfort with Steve feeling stuck? like out in public people will treat him like a baby and dote on him like he cant do anything at all. Also established steddie?? ->

ignore me if u dont like this prompt hshs

excuse you, this was an amazing prompt and I love it.

and I am a sucker for projecting onto Steve, so lets go.

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Steve was always in pain nowadays.

In fact, it only got worse after the bats, and he figures the exertion after the fact didn't help. Before, he could always push through, hobble along and ice his aching joints when he got home.

Though, he couldn't ignore it after his legs would only stay strong for about ask hour before they collapsed under him. He remembers the first day it happened. He'd been at the grocery store, picking up dinner for his date with Eddie. (It was fairly new, but it was strong). He'd felt a bit weak before leaving, but as always he pushed through, ignoring the dizziness and pain.

It had only gotten worse as he walked through the grocery store, and all of a sudden, he was on the ground, and the grocery store patrons were staring at him, whispering things about the Harrington name and image. The store manager ended up having to call Eddie to come help him.

"Oh, Stevie..." He sighed. He'd been bugging Steve about seeing a doctor for months in fact ever since he was healed himself, he'd been pestering Steve to go to Owens and explain to him what was going on. But he hadn't, and now here they were, Eddie helping Steve into a wheelchair in front of a crowd of Hawkins shoppers.

Steve had been covering his face, and Eddie could almost feel the shame he was experiencing. He wanted to tell their audience off, to go away, to mind their business. But he knew that would only make it worse. So he stayed quiet, and so did Steve.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

So they didn't.

And they didn't after Steve saw Owens.

And they didn't after Steve was fitted for a wheelchair.

They just... Didn't.

Until Steve had fallen again.

At Mike's house, with just the kids, who weren't strong enough to help him back into his chair, with no help from his wobbling legs. So they called Eddie, and hid in the basement after Steve had yelled at them to go away, hot tears of embarrassment rolling down his face.

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They were home now, and again, Steve was quiet. Eddie helped him get situated on the couch, legs still too wobbly to do it unassisted.

"Steve... Lets talk about it,"

Steves head snapped up, eyes shining, "You wanna talk about it? Fine! I'm fucking useless, my legs don't work and I can't fucking do anything by myself anymore! The kids barely look at me, Robs hasn't been able to hang out in weeks, and the rest of Hawkins thinks I'm a fucking charity case! Every time I leave the house it's like I'm a fucking zoo animal. I wish this had never fucking happened! I wish I wasn't-"

"Don't say that, Steve."

"It's true isn't it? Don't you hate having to come help me? God... I just- I'm so..." The sobs crawl their way out of his throat, and he can't stop them once they start.

"Steve..." Eddie rubs a comforting hand up and down Steve's back, pulling him closer to cradle him in his arms. Steve tucked his head into Eddie's neck, letting the tears roll freely down his face. "Steve, you have every right to feel that way but... I hope you know it's not true. The kids... It's just a different dynamic and I'm not supposed to tell you this but Robin has been working on a design of the back of your wheelchair, she wanted it to be a surprise and she was worried she spoil it." He hears Steve sniffle a sort of laugh. "And baby, you cared for me every single day for months while I was healing, what makes you think I hate helping you? I'm so glad I can finally make it up to you."

Steve lifts his head, looking Eddie in the eyes, "Really?"

"Really, Stevie."

He watches Steve smile, for what seemed like the first time since coming home from that doctors appointment. "Also, with all the extra arm work, your biceps look," He pauses to do a chefs kiss, "Fantastico! That's how you guys say it in Italy, right?" He smirks, and Steve bursts into a fit of giggles, tears drying on his cheeks as he shakes his head. "I love you, Eds."

They lean in for a soft kiss, it's slow and sweet, "I love you too, Steve."

#steve harrington #eddie munson #disabled steve harrington #wheelchair user Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington has chronic pain #soft eddie munson #awesome robin Buckley #mentioned robin Buckley #supportive Eddie munson #supportive eddie munson #stranger things #established steddie #steddie fic #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington angst #eddie lives au #eddie lives #Steve takes care of Eddie #eddie takes care of steve #post vecna #Italian Steve crumbs #italian steve harrington

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for.... losing my rival his job? Feeding a homeless person? Inadvertently hiring a hitman? I don't even know anymore.

So a little while ago I started up a pizza shop. Typical, I know, but I just really believe in the wonder of pizza and what it can do for people. There was a rival pizza shop across the street, which made things a bit difficult, but I could get by.

Anyway, a few nights in, this guy comes in right before closing time. He's looking pretty bedraggled, obviously he hasn't got much to his name, and he asks me if I have anything left over from the day I wouldn't mind giving him. I didn't, but I'd had a pretty profitable day, so I made him a pizza and gave it to him for free. He thanked me profusely and left, and I thought that was the end of it.

The guy came back a few times. Not incredibly often, but it was a semi-regular occurrence. Every time, he'd ask me if I had anything for him, and I was continuing to get incredible profits, so every time I would say yes and go make him a pizza. Good pizza, too, not just like, cheese. I was putting mushrooms and sausage and stuff on it, I wanted him to have some substance.

For a while, nothing really notable happened. The guy kept coming in sometimes, and I kept giving him pizza. After a while, he seemed to feel we were buddies, which I figured was fair, seeing as I was repeatedly feeding him for free without asking me anything in return.

But then he starts acting a bit weird. More confident, I suppose. A bit less like a hungry guy just looking for food to make it through the day. But I kept giving him pizza, even though there was a broadcast on the news that someone had tried to feed pizza to the bears at the zoo and I (only briefly, at the time) suspected it was him, because I wasn't about to just let some guy go hungry because I thought he was acting kinda funny.

Then one day, he comes in acting REALLY odd. I was rather off-put, but I made him a pizza anyway, figuring it to be an isolated incident. Honestly, I thought he was just getting to be in a financially better place, but didn't want to stop getting the free pizza. I resolved that if he came in acting like that again, I would cut him off. But I make him a pizza, and I give it to him, but instead of thanking me like he's been doing he tells me I won't regret it. Which strikes me as weird, but he's already out the door, so I can't really do anything about it.

The next morning, I go to work, clock in, and look out the window at my rival's pizza shop. Remember that guy? Yeah. His entire pizza place was swarming with bears.

I had no idea how to process this, but before I could, my rival comes in and tells me that he doesn't know how I did it, but I win, and then he just leaves. And THEN the homeless guy I've been feeding comes in and says he made it so my pizza shop was the best on the block. And then he leaves. So I'm at least 99% sure that guy somehow released a bunch of bears into my rival's pizza shop because he wanted to repay me for giving him food.

I don't even know what to do in this situation. I feel kinda bad for my rival. I mean, don't get me wrong, he was a bit of a jerk, but he was kinda just a guy, y'know? I genuinely did not expect for anyone to release BEARS into his shop because they perceived me as a friend.

He ended up signing the shop over to the bears, who are now friends with the guy I was giving free pizza, who gave me a cut of the profits, and I think they made a pizza cult in the old building or something? I don't know. I didn't expect any of this to happen. Am I at fault for it, seeing as I ignored all those warning flags?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #cult mention

[miceonpluto]

Anomaly 888

Part 1 Part 2

Next part is finally out!! Biggest thank you to my best friend and editor Leeks, this fic wouldn’t be nearly as good without her help🫶🏾Little translation not for characterization purposes, “sin duda” in this context means “without a doubt” not “definitely” as google translate will lead you to believe hehe Let me know what you guys think PLEASE feel free to go insane in the comments its so fun. Also let me know if you wanna be on my tag list for this fic!! Okay now enjoy hehe

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“Miguel don’t you think you went a liiiiiitle too far?” A woman’s voice said from somewhere above you.

“If little anomalía here hadn’t tried to run away I wouldn’t have needed to snatch her like that.” You recognized that voice from earlier. It was the same smooth baritone that taunted you while they took you from your home. His name is Miguel?

“She passed out dude. You could’ve at least tried to explain before you brought her here.” The woman's voice was much closer this time, it sounded as if she were right next to your ear. You groggily opened your eyes and all you saw was red. Where even was here? Your head spun and you groaned as you tried to stand on numb legs, so numb that you had to lean against the wall for support. Once you felt stable enough, you stood up straighter and looked around. A small lady in pink heart glasses and a white trench coat suddenly hovered above your nose, she was so close that you had to cross your eyes to properly look at her. “Oh you’re awake! Hiii~” She chirped. You recoiled and hit the wall behind you and just as quickly as she appeared, she was back outside of the glass.

You hadn’t realized how confining this room was until then, all four walls were so close that you couldn’t fully outstretch your arms in any direction. “Where am I!” You shouted to the two blurry silhouettes that stood behind the red walls. “Jess, she’s awake.” The deep voice you now know belonged to a man named Miguel called out and a third person walked up, now there were two people and…a pixie? All ogling you like you were a caged animal at the zoo. The tallest one walked closer and tapped the glass twice with his knuckles and the frosted glass became transparent. You could see each person clearly, a black woman with a sleek red jacket stood in front of the cell, gently caressing her round stomach. The little pixie with glasses sat on her shoulder with her legs crossed, she tilted her head and smiled at you when she caught your eye. Next to the two of them, was him. His previously red eyes were now brown and looking down at you indifferently. You took note of his large biceps, now feeling a little better about how easy it was for him to take you away. He was wearing a skin tight suit that reminded you of SpiderWoman’s back home, he even had a similar spider stretching across his broad figure, though his design was a bit different. He had his hands on his hips and quirked his brow when you furrowed your own and shouted at him.

“Who the hell are you!? How’d you get in my room?! Why were you going through my stuff?! You abducted me!” You felt your blood boil as you got more and more angry at the absurdity of the situation. You glared at him and his slightly irritated stare only angered you more. “Are you done?” He asked, visibly unamused. “I-“ You started to speak again but he cut you off.

“Great. I’m Miguel O’Hara. My accomplice here is Jess,” The dark skinned woman nodded at you.

“The other is Lyla, my artificial intelligence companion.” Miguel continued.

“Awwwww you think I’m your companion?” Lyla crooned.

“Shut it. I’m being professional.” Miguel snapped and Lyla giggled in response. He rolled his eyes and continued.

“I’m only going over this once.” He said and took a deep breath, “You’re in Nueva York in the year 2099, this is my universe. I’m this city’s one and only Spider-Man. You belong to earth888, you’re here because your SpiderWoman reported you as a potential anomaly. There can only be one, and only one spider in each universe and for some reason, yours had two, you being the second. Your very existence could disrupt the canon and cause a multiversal collapse so I took you from your universe.” He rambled off so fast and with so much information it made you lightheaded. Multiverse? What does he mean my SpiderWoman? The audience of three could tell you were dazed by the info dump and Miguel sighed. He pinched his brow and pressed a few buttons on the watch he was wearing and the red walls that surrounded you began to slowly recede into the floor below.

“You just need to see it for yourself.” He said as he reached for your wrist. You jerked it back, “See what? Where are you taking me?” You demanded to know. He grabbed your wrist and slipped a white band on it. “What is this?!”

“A day pass. It’ll keep your atoms from glitching out and killing you.” He sighed as Lyla teased him. “I told you to give her the debrief in her room.” She hovered over to him and poked his cheek.

That reminded you, “Hey! How’d you get in my room?!”

“I followed you.”

“How’d you find me?”

“Your spider led you to me.”

“She…” You hesitated, “She wouldn’t do that! If you really are from another universe, how’d you get into mine?”

“With this.” Miguel held up his watch, its little monitor beeped and flashed quietly.

“What is it?”

“None of your business.” He said condescendingly.

“Except for the fact that it is because it’s the entire reason you were able to abduct me and bring me to wherever the hell I am now!” Your voice raised at the end of your sentence.

“All in a day’s work.” He completely blew you off, thwipped a web onto your shoulder and pulled you along with him.

“You don’t have to leash her like a dog Miguel.” Jess scoffed while walking along his other side.

“Maybe if she didn’t yap like one I wouldn’t have to.” He quipped. The four of you walked out of the dim room and down a long hallway. The chatter of many many voices began to get louder the further you walked, the bright light from the end made you squint and you had to blink a few times to adjust to your new surroundings. When they did, you were absolutely floored.

The hallway had opened up to a gigantic building that seemed to go up forever. Hundreds of spider people of every shape and size could be seen in every direction. Some swinging from the support beams, some standing and talking on the walkways that ran along the wall and up towards the ceiling, a lot of them greeted Miguel as you walked past. Other people stopped and stared at you being pulled along behind him, and you suddenly became very aware of how ridiculous you looked being led around like an animal. You quickened your steps so you could stay at Miguel’s side and give the web enough slack to hopefully be hidden. He looked down at you and began to speak. “Everyone here is a spider from their perspective universe. In each universe, they’re the only one. But here…” He stopped and looked around, “here they’re not. They have others like them.” You looked up at him and when his eyes met yours, you could see a glimmer of sadness sparkling somewhere beneath the surface. “I started this organization to unite the multiverses and keep everything in order so when people like you pop up, it’s my job to look into it.”

“But…I was just trying to help.” You said.

He sighed, “We all are.” He held his watch up to a keypad on a large gray door and it beeped and shone green. His voice hardened as he continued, “But that’s not your job.” The doors slowly opened and the four of you stepped inside.

“So I should just let people get robbed? Killed? Even if there’s something I can do to stop it?”

“There’s nothing you could do to stop it anyways. You couldn’t even catch the robber on 64th yesterday.”

“But-Hey! How’d you know about that?!”

Miguel ran his hand down his face. “I was there. Your spider was the robber and the woman she “stole” from was her girlfriend. They picked up her purse right after you left.”

You twiddled your fingers and tried to come up with a good excuse. “Well at least I got her purse. And the robber was…I was just having an off day.” You played with the hem of your sleeve and looked at the ground.

He stepped in front of you and looked at you earnestly. “We can’t afford to have off days.”

You hummed, not sure what to say next. He gently tugged at the web, urging you to follow him to a wall of labeled storage lockers. He stopped at one labeled Anomaly 888. “If you were there when that happened…” you thought out loud, “You stole my suit!”

“I confiscated it.” He said without looking down and typed in the code for the locker. A888. Pretty on the nose. Inside was the duffle bag from the night before, Miguel took it out and handed it to Jess, who had already sat down in front of the many large monitors in the center of the room.

“Run diagnostics on this stuff. Scan every page and have her suit analyzed.” He said while unzipping the bag and pulling your suit out. You were relieved to see it was in perfect condition. Jess nodded and laid your things out on a large table while Lyla began to scan your suit with her phone.

“I have some things to take care of, I’ll be in my office if you need me.” He said and pulled you with him, you took one long, sad look at your suit before the doors shut behind you. You tried to memorize the path you took to get to the office. Left, left, left, then a right. There’s a bathroom, and a restaurant is around the second corner. Your stomach growled. Whatever’s in there smelled so good. “You hungry?” Miguel cocked his head towards the restaurant. “You heard that? Over all these people?” You asked, feeling your face flush.

“I hear everything.” He said with a subtle smile and led you to the menu.

“Hey boss! What’ll it be?” A spiderman in a white suit wearing a chef's hat bounced up to the counter and leaned on the counter.

“Just a coffee for me. And whatever she wants.” Miguel said, gesturing to you.

“Ooooh~ who’s the lady? I haven’t seen her around here before.” The chef sang.

“Oh! I’m-“ you started to introduce yourself but Miguel cut you off.

“She’s not staying.”

The chef seemed to get the memo and asked “Well Miss Not Staying, what can I getcha?” He asked with a wink.

“I’ll just have a turkey sandwich please.” The chef disappeared into the kitchen and came back with your orders surprisingly quick. You and Miguel thanked him and continued on your way to the office.

Right, left, right. He led you through two intricately carved metal doors and flipped a switch when they closed behind you. Evening light flooded the room as the large window blinds rolled themselves up. His office was gorgeously furnished, bookshelves lined three of the walls, all completely stacked with stacks of books, papers, magazines, notebooks, and various other trinkets. Huge potted plants lined the perimeter of a cozy looking blue couch that sat up against the other free wall. Above the couch were various picture frames, filled with what looked like children’s drawings. A grand mahogany desk and plush arm chair sat in the middle of the room on top of an extravagant rug. The desk itself was pretty bare, save for a single picture frame and a long rectangle that ran horizontally along the far side of the desks perimeter. “This is beautiful.” You said breathlessly. “Infinite universes, infinite spidermen, one of them is bound to be an interior designer.” He said and sipped his coffee. You began to walk towards the couch but you stepped on a little toy car and fell backwards. Miguel pulled the web on your shoulder up and set you back on your feet. “Thanks.” You exhaled. He hummed in response. You looked down and carefully tiptoed over colorful blocks and little dolls strewn about the floor. You sat in the middle of the couch while Miguel got settled in at his desk. “Do you have kids?” He froze and looked up at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place. Grief? Anger maybe? “What?” He asked with an edge that made you uneasy. “I just assumed…because of the toys on the floor and stuff.” You said, almost apologetically.

“Oh.” He said flatly and peered down at the toys. “Those are Mayday’s toys. Peter B’s daughter.”

You nodded your head and looked around the room awkwardly while taking the occasional bite of your sandwich.

He pressed a button on the desk rectangle and a large floating screen hummed to life above a keyboard that was being projected onto the wood. He began typing furiously and you sank further into the couch as boredom began to set in. “Why am I even here?”

He glanced at you briefly then diverted his attention back to the screen. “Would you rather be back in solitary?” You shook your head. “Then cállate. Stop complaining.” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, “I can't let you out of my sight until I figure out what to do with you.”

“So I have to sit here and wait for you to be finished?”

“Dios mío!“ He snatched a random book off of the shelf next to you and plopped it in your lap.

An Extensive History of the Discovery and Exploration of the Multiverse. You flipped through the thick book and scanned the tiny words. It could have been an interesting read if it wasn’t full of scientific words that hadn’t yet been invented in your timeline. You tried to lay on your side to get more comfortable, but the web connecting you and Miguel tugged his hand down. “Sorry.” You muttered as he scowled at you and snapped the string off of him.

Soon the sun had fully set and the bright lights of the city illuminated the office. You’d pretended to be sleep for the past hour, you kept your breathing steady and occasionally peaked to see if he was getting tired too. You could tell Miguel was trying to fight off sleep by the drowsy droop of his eyes and hunch of his back. He yawned and his sharp canines gleamed. Your breath hitched at the sight of them and you tried to keep your breathing consistent. That quick glimpse of his fangs reminded you what could go wrong if you messed this up. He shut off his computer and placed the picture frame on his desk face down. “Buenas noches mi chiquita.” He said softly. Who was he talking to? You wondered, but caught yourself before you let your mind wander any further. You needed to focus. You kept your eyes closed and waited until his breathing had leveled out to open them again. When it did, you peered over at him. His arms were crossed and he was leaned back comfortably in his chair. You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you had worked up the courage to slowly stand up and wrap Miguel’s discarded web around your wrist so it wouldn’t drag along the floor behind you. You tip toed your way towards the door, making sure to not to disturb any of the toys that tripped you earlier.

You held your breath as you cracked open the office door painstakingly slowly and slipped out as soon as the gap was big enough for you to do so. You closed it behind you and as soon as it clicked shut, you took off. The compound was eerily still and quiet, the lively atmosphere had been drained from the walls and all that was left was the quiet echo of your footsteps and shallow breaths. You passed the restaurant from earlier so you knew you were going in the right direction. You skidded to a stop once you made it to an intersection. You came right left right on the way here so now…you looked down either hallway and bit your lip unsure of which way to go. You shook your head and decided to go left, since you were coming from the opposite direction. “Right then left”, you whispered to yourself when you came upon two more intersections and sprinted through the empty building until you made it back to the familiar storage room doors. “Damn it.” You hissed once you realized you didn’t have a watch to open the doors. Upon closer inspection, you saw one door was left slightly ajar, you tried to get a good grip with your fingertips on the edge and pry it open but to no avail.

There wasn’t enough space for you to get a solid hold on it. You stood there anxiously until you remembered the web wrapped around your wrist. Perfect. You yanked the other end off of your shoulder and slung it onto the door. It stuck! You took a few steps back and pulled as hard as you could. It didn’t budge. You turned around and pulled the string over your shoulder and trudged forward, slowly the door gave way and you internally rejoiced once you finally got it open wide enough for you to get inside. You wrapped the web back around your wrist and felt your way along the wall to find the lockers. There was barely enough light for you to see the labels engraved on them but you eventually found yours. You tapped the keypad and its faint blue light shone bright enough for you to see the letters and numbers on it. A888. You typed in the password and the locker popped open. You reached inside and found the duffle bag. The zipper was way louder than you expected it to be and you winced as it broke the silence. Your suit was neatly folded inside and you quickly put it on and put the straps of the duffle bag on your shoulders as if it were a backpack. Time to go. You weren’t really sure what direction would lead you out and away but you didn’t have time to think about that. You picked a random direction to go and you started swinging across the pillars with your borrowed web.

••●── 🕸️⋅🕷⋅🕸️ ──●••

Miguel opened one eye and scanned the room. You were gone. “Lyla.” He whispered. She flickered to life on the desk below and yawned. “Do you know what time it is?”

“Has ev-What? What do you mean, you don’t even sleep? Why the hell are you yawning?” She shrugged, “I like to pretend.”

He rolled his eyes. “Has everyone evacuated?” Lyla scrolled through her phone and gave him a thumbs up.

“Activate discrete lockdown.”

“Done.” She said as she followed him across the room. “Are you sure you can catch her? You’ve given her quite the head start.”

Miguel cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders as he stepped out of the office.

“Sin duda.”

••●── 🕸️⋅🕷⋅🕸️ ──●••

Thanks again for reading!!

Tag list @mynameiswilliamblake

#miguel o’hara fanfic #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel spiderman #miguel spider man 2099 #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara smut #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x you #miguel atsv

[yanderes-galore]

Hii can I request a platonic hc for Blue diamond from Steven universe with a human ❤️

Sure! The original Blue Diamond concept was set in the middle so I will focus a bit more on the platonic human aspect of it.

Original Blue Diamond Concept

Yandere! Platonic! Blue Diamond with Human! Darling

(Adds onto original)

(Pre-Era 3 and Post-Era 3 Blue Diamond)

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Degrading behavior, Darling is treated like a pet, Unhealthy coping with grief, Manipulation, Isolation, Kidnapping implied, Blue is trying to understand others, Fear of abandonment implied, Wow the yandere actually tries to improve for once?

Blue Diamond would treat a human darling like a pet.

You as a human are both similar yet different to Gems.

She can't fully see you as a Gem and instead thinks back to how Pink treated humans.

Pink would've kept you in her zoo and while Blue knows you'd thrive there...

She wants to keep you as a personal pet instead of an attraction.

Perhaps she can learn why Pink liked these creatures so much....

Blue Diamond would probably baby her human while caring for them.

You're certainly not treated like your own person when she decides to keep you.

Why would she?

You're so small to her!

The good thing is Blue Diamond is the most compassionate of the Diamonds excluding Pink.

Instead of exploring a romantic sense of adoration towards you in this she shifts more towards the idea of pet than usual.

She adores how adorable you are in her large hands and tries not to drop you in the pool within her room.

It feels a bit disturbing to you.

To counter the grief of Pink, Blue gives you all sorts of suffocating affection.

She wants her human to feel loved and cared for.

Just as Pink would've wanted.

It also makes you cry by force due to her power.

You help her with her emotions which is a good thing as you feel overwhelmed by her crying at times.

She never means to use her power against you and feels horrible that she's making you cry.

They do not share her care towards you.

Blue never lets you out of her sight as she is scared the other Diamonds will see you.

Blue really wants to overcome the differences between you and tries to understand you.

She watches you express being homesick and tries to comfort you by rubbing your back with her finger.

She whispers that she'll try to make Homeworld feel like home to you too.

She watches your 'tantrums' whenever you feel upset or angered at your situation.

She then expresses patience towards you and allows you to wear yourself out.

Blue feels by watching and understanding your emotions as you do with her will bring you two together.

Blue likes a human who expresses empathy and sympathy.

Those are traits she tries to share with her human in an attempt to care for you better.

Soon Blue tries to see you as more than a cute pet once she has you to herself for awhile.

This is usually towards the start of Era 3 and sometime during future.

This is when Blue finally begins to see you as a person.

While her affection now feels a little less degrading... there's a different annoyance to it now.

Blue now decides it would be better to mom her human while she gets better at understanding others thanks to Steven.

Now you instead have Blue caring for you like a child.

For example she picks out clothes, makes sure you're clean, gives food, etc....

She finally tries to talk with you on an equal level which is an improvement

Blue is most excited about the fact she no longer needs to hide you from the other Diamonds.

She also feels it would be right to have you visit Earth once Era 3 starts.

When you do meet Steven you thank him endlessly.

Steven is confused until you tell him what you went through.

Your abduction, being treated like a pet, etc....

Steven is surprised at this and offers to mediate the strange relationship between you.

He really does like helping people and you are an odd case.

When Blue hears the news she's hesitant.

She's scared Steven will take you away from her and she's been through so much with you.

Steven assures her that he may not have to when he meets with you.

He just wants to teach her how to adore you a safer way.

This can end a few ways.

You both go back to Homeworld and the connection between you gets better...

The talk doesn't work and she continues to degrade you with her overwhelming affection...

Or Steven tries to keep you on Earth for a break and Blue loses her mind.

It's going to take some time in order for Steven to 'heal' the two of you.

He's got his work cut out for him, especially when Blue starts to cry at the idea of losing her human despite how she treated you.

Blue Diamond has grown attached to you and is still getting used to the world changing around her...

However, since she does truly adore you, she'll try to change for the better to make the both of you happy.

#yandere steven universe future #yandere steven universe #yandere blue diamond #platonic yandere

[nelkcats]

Hood Assistant

Prompt Part 1 Part 6 Part 7 Ao3

Part 8

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We have all a better guide in ourselves, if we would attend to it, than any other person can be

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"Danny's sleeping so talk Dickhead," Jason said over the comms. Since last night he had noticed that the boy was a heavy sleeper, so it was unlikely that he would wake up during their conversation.

"Talk? We have nothing to talk about" Dick feigned innocence, although neither of them believed it.

"Of course, why did you come to my apartment then? And don't say you were worried about me" Jason stopped him, although it was possible that this was the reason, he was sure there was a bigger one.

"I was worried about you!" Dick shot back, sounding offended by the conversation.

"Sure, sure, now talk about your fight and why you didn't ask Kori to cook" Jason rolled his eyes, not caring that his brother wasn't looking at him.

"Kori is an amazing girl, and you know I'm very much in love with her" The vigilante in blue started.

"I know there's a but, keep going," Jason encouraged.

"Well, she's been using materials from her planet again," Dick finally said, sounding like he was about to cry, "I love Kori but if I have to eat slime one more time I'm going to throw up."

"And that's why you were going to ask Alfred for food but Bruce was inside the mansion?" Jason theorized. Dick and Bruce didn't have as good of a relationship as they had in the past. After all the misunderstandings and situations it was noticeable.

"You're right, I argued with him again but I still think Dami totally deserved to go to the zoo, and he's always so caught up in his own thoughts that he forgets that people don't work like the code in his head" Dick complained grumbling.

"As much as I love to complain about Bruce I'm going to stop you there, right now I need to know what you were looking for inside my apartment" Jason sighed, though he'd probably call later to find out everything the old man had gotten wrong, a bit of gossip didn't hurt anyone.

"Oh that, it's just that Pitter-" Dick started but was immediately interrupted.

"Don't call me that, my name is Peter" Jason growled under his breath but Dick seemed to ignore his complaints as he continued talking.

"Pitter seemed very possessive of the boy and that made me curious, okay? And when I went to your apartment I realized that you like him too, are you in love with him, Little Wing?" His older brother's tone turned playful and Jason could perfectly imagine his smile from the other side of the line.

"I'm not in love, and don't you dare tell them about him" Jason complained, he knew that Dick was the gossip in the whole mansion even if he didn't live inside it, but he still had a trick up his sleeve.

"My silence has a price" Dick said, faking an old man's voice and stroking his imaginary beard. He had forgotten they weren't making a video call but no one was going to judge him for it.

"Yeah, Roy and I will teach Kori how to cook, so she'll stop poisoning you" Jason said with a growl as Dick began to celebrate in the background. All his complaints had disappeared from one second to another.

He didn't mind teaching Kori how to cook, she was one of his best friends and it was always quite fun to do something with her. After all, even if he spent a lot of time organizing his own faction in Crime Alley, the Outlaws would always be his family.

They were just taking a vacation while guarding his territory and Roy was having an existential crisis with Lian entering preschool. Jason had tried very hard to ignore the messages in the group chat because he knew that 80% of them were audios of Roy crying over his baby growing.

Curiously, he had no idea what Kori was doing during that period of time. Apparently using her cooking knowledge to accidentally poison his brother. Or he was hoping it was accidental.

Kori was one of the best chefs on her home planet, the only problem was that they weren't on her home planet and she had forgotten that the earth uses very different ingredients. She probably still hadn't gotten used to it, but an evening with friends cooking sounded pretty good to correct that. He might even invite Danny.

Jason stopped his train of thought at that moment. Since when did he think of Danny as a friend? And that it was safe to be with him? He was still getting updates of Babs screaming in rage while she was trying to hack Amity every couple of days, and the boy was definitely extremely suspicious.

It was just that since he'd given him the benefit of the doubt he'd been having fun. And the cute boy who had called him on his phone one day to get the most dangerous job ever had been slowly but surely stealing his heart. Jason had never felt so relaxed in years.

He shifted his gaze to the boy who was fast asleep hugging his arm, he was pretty sure he was drooling at that moment and he could feel that Danny was seconds away from biting him. Jason wondered if he was hungry.

"Yeah, I think I am," he muttered before hanging up. Ignoring the cries of confusion that his brother was throwing at him. Not that he could help it anyway, he was well aware that Nightwing would be visiting them the next day.

He sadly knew that he couldn't escape a late-night visit from Blueheaven's vigilante but he could stay with Danny until then, and maybe dance one more time. That was fun.

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"I understand that you can't present yourself in front of Danny as Danny, however" Johnny took a deep breath, seeing Amorpho's new form.

He exhale, closed his eyes and opened them again, no, the appearance was still there. It wasn't a bad dream after all.

"What? I think the cover is perfect" Amorpho complained adjusting his skirt "Although the clothes are uncomfortable"

"Amorpho" Johnny said feigning calm "DON'T MORPH INTO MY GIRLFRIEND"

Facing Johnny was Kitty without green skin and wearing sunglasses, but definitely Kitty, Johnny wanted to bang his head against the wall.

"Why not? I look fabulous." Amorpho modeled his new look as if he were in a fashion show and blew Johnny a kiss, who squashed his kiss in frustration.

"No, I refuse to play along with you on this" the blond complained, crossing his arms. Though he was sure if he sent Kitty a picture about it she would start laughing and agree with the ghost about looking good as a human.

Not that Johnny was going to tell her, the situation was humiliating enough as it was. He stared at Shadow, daring them to say something but his friend shook their head before going back into the shadows.

"Come on honey, don't be such a killjoy, we have to find our son" Amorpho put an arm around the blond's shoulder, grinning widely.

"I'm doing it so I don't get eaten and don't say it's our son, it's extremely awkward" Johnny winced, it was definitely weird.

"Why? It's not like you guys dated or anything" the ghost sneered, but at the sudden silence his jaw dropped "DID YOU GO OUT WITH HIM? YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!"

"Dammit, don't start yelling, Kitty dated him too," Johnny grumbled with a frown. "And of course we dated, did you think we called each other exes for the joke or something?"

"Probably, teenagers are weird" Amorpho shrugged, Johnny ignored how much he physically resembled his girlfriend with an attitude so different from hers.

"Remind me to never ask you how old you are," Johnny said huffily as he walked out of the apartment. He looked at an old woman who was coming out of one of the nearby apartments. He was about to greet her but she gave him a dirty look before leaving.

"What? I didn't even do anything" Johnny was stunned at the kind old lady's reaction before remembering that Amorpho had definitely yelled earlier "Damn Amorpho, I didn't need you to make my non-existent reputation any worse than it already was."

Amorpho simply ignored the blonde as he kept looking for something on his phone. Johnny approached out of curiosity, wondering since when the ghost knew how to use phones until he saw that Amorpho was sending a message to Technus.

"Seriously? I just told you!" Johnny complained as he pointed to the techie ghost's gossip blog. It was obvious that Amorpho was telling him about his failed threesome relationship.

"Yes, but Technus didn't know and that can't be, he has to know everything" Amorpho complained. He didn't get along so well with the Ghost of technology but he was his main purveyor of gossip in and out of the Infinite Realms.

He was pretty sure that was one of the main reasons why Technus had created phones in the first place and had dedicated himself to expanding its use throughout the dimension. He just liked to know everything. At least he hadn't discovered yet that he could overstep personal boundaries.

Although Technus loved gossip he was quite respectful of personal space, of course, he didn't refuse to check news of his new followers either.

Amorpho wondered if he could merge the new applications that his theater friends had taught him with the ones Technus had created for the Realms. It would be fun to see them interact with each other but those would be plans for another time; When a hungry halfa was not lost.

"Okay then, if you were an starving and definitely not kidnapped halfa where would you hide?" Amorpho questioned as they left the apartment.

Shadow came out of the shadows to look at both of them with annoyance while they pointed insistently at the apartment. Cujo continued to lie in the living room, paying no attention to the two ghosts who had definitely forgotten that dogs existed.

"I have no idea" Johnny denied as he looked at Shadow with confusion, he didn't quite understand what the other ghost meant. Shadow hid in his shadow again while they snorted in annoyance, their partner was an idiot.

"Perhaps my theater friends can help?" Amorpho questioned aloud as they walked through the streets.

"No, you were disguised as Danny, their help is completely useless, on the other hand" Johnny looked at the road "We could explore a bit, I always see colorful people and I'm sure they will help us"

"It's not like I had a better plan so sure" Amorpho shrugged as they headed towards the first person they saw.

Potential Help #1

Strangely, the first person they managed to see was a man flying a kite in the sky. Johnny supposed he couldn't judge considering it was early in the morning and they had seen stranger things in Amity Park.

"I'm judging him" Amorpho said, definitely not sharing his thoughts "Mr. Comet?"

"My name is Kite Man!" The man on the kite happily declared. Amorpho wondered why he was so proud. Perhaps the air had reached his brain.

"Well, Kitty Man" Amorpho interrupted him, the man seemed a bit offended by the comment but the ghost kept talking "Have you seen a boy with black hair? He's my boyfriend's ex and it seems he was recently kidnapped"

Johnny tried to retort by saying that he definitely wasn't his boyfriend but Amorpho shut him up before he could say anything.

"You know, I think there are a lot of people with black hair in Gotham, and a lot of them get kidnapped daily, you could ask the Waynes" Kite Man replied with a snort, if they were trying to find someone with such a vague description they were definitely lost.

"Okay, a boy with black hair and blue eyes" Amorpho tried again. Johnny was considering whether he should bite his hand.

"He could definitely be at Wayne Manor" Kite Man shrugged, it would be no surprise with the number of children Bruce Wayne adopted. Some Rogues even had a competition over whether he would transform into an adoption villain.

This might not make sense, but Bruce Wayne despite his idiotic attitude had a PhD, a motive and most importantly, money. The three most important factors in becoming a villain within Gotham.

Although maybe stealing children from orphanages wasn't so bad, it could get them out of poor living conditions and so on. It would be worth it if it wasn't so morally questionable and Brucie didn't have such an obvious preference when it came to foster children.

"Okay, where is- OW-" Amorpho removed his hand from Johnny's mouth as he saw the obvious bite on it "Did you just bite me!?"

"I'm sorry honey, you were suffocating me" Johnny said innocently. Their fake relationship was definitely suffocating him at the moment "Where's Wayne manor anyway?"

Kite Man simply pointed at the obvious mansion located in the center of Gotham and Johnny definitely turned around as he walked away.

"No, we're not messing with millionaires" the blond grumbled as he walked away from the strange comet man "I don't want another Vlad masters breathing down our necks"

"We agree on something" Amorpho grumbled as they continued on their way. They didn't need more millionaires in their lives, nor more halfas, two and a half was enough of a headache.

As they walked away from the site neither of them noticed a boy with a Katana complaining as he fought Kite man. They didn't care very much and had left it as some kind of background noise.

Potential Help #2

"I'm hungry" Amorpho complained as they continued walking, they had forgotten to eat breakfast before leaving and that wasn't doing them any good.

"You're a ghost, you spent years in the Realms without eating anything" Johnny said, shooting him a stink-eye. Even if he was friends with Lunch Lady, which he doubted, it was impossible for him to have a constant food source in the Realms.

"Yeah, but that was there, now that I'm here I'm not going to miss any food, ecto or not" Amorpho frowned and took Johnny's hand as he led them towards an establishment.

Above them the "Batburger" sign could be seen glowing. The blonde assumed that the workers at the restaurant would be able to help with the search. After all, the red girl at Amity always answered a few questions when she was working.

Of course she was aggressive and with a weapon, but she always ended up answering in one way or another.

To both ghost disappointment the workers couldn't help as they were being held back by a man in a strange suit with guns full of condiments? Well, better than nothing

"Hey, do you work here?"  Amorpho ignored all the commotion and headed towards the man with the strange weapons. Surely the ketchup and mustard guns were to prepare the burgers faster or something.  The city was that weird.

"Me? No! I'm the great Condiment King and I'm here to steal-" the man was about to say his speech but was stopped by one of the ghosts.

"The secret formula for the Krabby Patty?" Johnny was quick to guess, he had been watching some TV shows since he arrived at the apartment, which miraculously had a connection thanks to Technus. Shadow seemed to strongly disagree with his deduction but didn't say anything.

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Similarly, the crows outside the restaurant seemed to be disappointed. Although the blond was sure that what he said was correct.

"No, this is a Batburger, we don't sell Krabby patties here" the restaurant manager answered, forgetting about the hostage situation, he seemed pretty tired of the whole situation.

"Too bad," Johnny shrugged as Amorpho waved beside him as if to say see what I have to live with?

"Now, if you and your girlfriend don't want to end up with a mustard shot to the head, you'd better sit quietly there" Condiment King pointed to the corner of the Batburger.

"She's not my-" Johnny tried to correct the supposed villain but Amorpho beat him to it.

"Excuse me!? Are you going to stain my beautiful clothes with that thing?" He protested in offense, ignoring the fact that it wasn't even his clothes in the first place.

"Sure girl, so sit still and-" the man tried to say but was interrupted again.

Of course, this ended badly for the rogue because before he knew it he had "Kitty's" handbag in his face, which seemed to be full of bricks as he blew it off the wall. Amorpho lowered his glasses showing him his angry red eyes before making a "hmp" sound and heading to the cash register, looking offended..

The ghost dusted his skirt as he addressed the employees who looked at him doubtfully "Two #3 orders with Jokerized fries to go please"

The employees rushed to place the orders as Condiment King held his head from where he had landed on one of the restaurant's tables. The Gothamites were getting more and more savage.

"You could have gone intangible if he threw the mustard, dammit" Johnny complained about his partner's drama as he picked up the orders. The workers seemed too scared to charge. "And you forgot to ask about Danny!"

"Oh right" Amorpho went back to the establishment where the employees were trying to pick up Condiment King "Have you seen a boy with black hair and blue eyes?"

Both the dizzy Condiment King and the employees pointed towards Wayne Manor, so Amorpho only frowned as he walked back to Johnny.

"Well?" The blonde asked, raising an eyebrow as he ate the fries from one of the orders.

"Creepy mansion again" Amorpho grumbled, snatching the bag from the other's hands and eating his burger.

Possible help #3

With full stomachs and renewed energy, they both returned to the streets of Gotham. Not noticing the red vigilante looking at them weird as he was on his way to Batburger.

"Okay, what weirdo are we asking now?" Amorpho complained, looking down the street. It didn't take long for them to find a calendar salesman, or that's what they assumed he was.

Johnny pointed to the strange man who had a calendar on his shoulders and Amorpho reluctantly agreed, he didn't see any other options.

"Your time is running out! The end of Gotham is near!" The man laughed as he held a gun in his hands and pointed it at both ghosts who looked unimpressed.

Calendar Man was excited, he had barely started his plan and two idiot Gothamites had bumped into him. He would show them to fear his name, it would be the worst day of their lives!

“He reminds me of someone" the blonde whispered, ignoring the drama as he thought about the legend of a ghost with many clocks that was extremely cryptic.

"Yes, he looks familiar to me too" Amorpho circled the villain curiously. Calendar Man looked offended by the lack of fear in both of them.

"Didn't you hear me? Your end is near!" Calendar Man repeated, but the dramatic effect in his voice was gone.

"Yeah, yeah, end of the world, end of our lives, blah blah blah" Johnny repeated unimpressed. They were ghosts, they couldn't be less scared by that threat.

"You guys notice the gun in my hand right? I could kill you at any moment" Calendar Man pointed to the gun that was pointed directly at the boy and his girlfriend "You should be begging for your life!"

"There are things more terrifying than death" Amorpho smiled widely as he lowered his glasses, exposing his red eyes. He had noticed that this scared most people and made them answer his questions faster.

"Things that can't wait to meet you," Johnny teased as Shadow got up and surrounded them "Now, do you have time to answer a few questions?"

Calendar Man had a feeling they weren't normal Gothamites as his own shadow rose up to snatch the weapon from him and toss it aside. Would that be all? The end of his days terrorizing Gotham?

He closed his eyes waiting for his end but nothing happened. When he opened them again, the two Gothamites were in the same place, looking the same as at the beginning of the conversation. Although definitely more annoying than before.

"You could have just said no" Johnny complained with a frown. Amorpho stared at him as he waved the rogue away. Which Calendar Man took advantage of before running off.

Orphan watched from the ceiling as Calendar Man ran off yelling about the "Monsters that have come to Gotham".

Possible help #4

"That guy was useless and these heels are killing me" Amorpho complained as they continued walking.

"You could just take off the heels or you know, change your shoes, stop being my girlfriend" Johnny listed the options hoping the ghost would accept the last offer.

"No, as I told you at the beginning, I look fabulous this way" Amorpho pointed at himself "and beauty hurts"

"Then suffer in silence" Johnny said unimpressed as he entered what appeared to be the local Gotham park. Plants were everywhere, which definitely reminded him of something or rather someone.

"Everyone will surrender towards the green!" A woman on a picnic blanket exclaimed. A girl with clown-like makeup seemed to be cheering right next to her.

"This scene looks familiar" Amorpho muttered, to which Johnny agreed "Oh, I remember."

"It's like Sam!" Johnny yelled..

"It's like Undergrowth!" Amorpho yelled at the same time as the blond. They both looked at each other with a frown.

"It's obviously like the time Sam got possessed," Johnny grumbled as he pointed at the plants littering the park.

"But she was possessed by Undergrowth," Amorpho pointed out in an attempt to cut the argument off.

"Maybe Undergrowth is trying to have kids?" Johnny muttered as he watched Ivy, he could see the family resemblance.

"Or maybe they're illegitimate children he doesn't know about," Amorpho said happily. Shadow was wondering why they didn't stay with Cujo.

"Anyway, if anyone knows where to find Danny it's probably her right?" Johnny pointed to the picnic blanket. Amorpho nodded and they both headed off to probably break up a romantic date.

"Those heels look fa-bu-lous on you!" Harley exclaimed with happiness as she saw a young couple approaching them. Though Ivy didn't look thrilled by the interruption.

"Thank you! Your makeup is magnificent" Amorpho exclaimed happily, perhaps they had made new friends.

"Don't get distracted" Johnny growled at his partner as he complained about the blond not understanding the importance of fashion.

"Oh right, sorry for the interruption" Amorpho cleared his throat "Our friend is lost and we wanted to know if you know where to find him?"

"We're kind of busy right now," Ivy pointed at the picnic. Although she was curious as to how the couple went through all the plants without alerting her.

"It sure is a lovely evening" Johnny nodded "and I'm sorry to interrupt your date, it's something that's happened to me a lot so I understand how frustrating it can be but we really need to find our friend."

Johnny was already thinking about how to make up for the interruption to the date while he was at it. Obviously they had prepared everything: plants that gave a romantic atmosphere, homemade food, hostages, nosy bats behind the plants. It was beautiful!

"If you understand why interrupt?" Ivy raised an eyebrow.

"Our friend has a very special diet and if we don't find him soon all of Gotham could turn into a zombie movie" Amorpho tried to explain. Although obviously the zombie part was only for them.

"We're not getting into another weird drama-" Ivy said with a frown but was interrupted by Harley.

"That's terrible, we also have a friend with a strange diet so we'd love to help!" Harley nodded thinking of Waylon as Ivy heaved a defeated sigh beside her.

"Excellent, he's quite short and always wears the same jacket" Johnny described the clothes the halfa was wearing the last time he saw him "the most important thing is that he has black hair and blue eyes"

Harley & Ivy looked at each other before grimacing at the last description. They hoped that Bruce had avoided that bullet.

"Did you search at Wayne Manor?" Harley questioned after a few seconds of silence.

"No, but we're pretty sure he's not there, he hates millionaires" Amorpho hastened to assert.

"You should check, that's where all the boys with that description end up" Ivy frowned "but we'll keep our eyes open, what's your friend's name?"

"His name is Danny! Thank you very much, we promise to make up your date" Johnny brightened as Amorpho exchanged his number with Harley, they seemed to have become friends.

"I hope so," Ivy snorted as she watched the lively couple walk away, "although I still wonder how they got through the floral barrier”

"Uh, that's weird" Harley mumbled looking at her new contact. The name and photo were definitely different from what she had expected.

"What's wrong honey?" Ivy approached the girl looking at her phone. In it you could see the profile of "Amorpho" shining as an added contact.

"Looks like our new friends have more than one surprise up their sleeves." Harley smiled as she put her phone down and focused on her date. She hoped to find them again, that was for sure.

Spoiler looked at the interaction between the four of them with doubt but ignored how both civilians walked away while she focused on telling Ivy to let the other people enter the park.

Amorpho and Johnny just went intangible to get through the flowers as they headed back to Crime Alley, maybe Danny's crush lived in the same neighborhood if they were lucky.

Possible help #5

In the middle of the street was a rather strong man with a gas mask over his face, which seemed to be connected to tubes on his back. Bane looked at them and walked past them.

"Hey! Don't be rude!" Amorpho complained putting himself in front of the man "It seems that you are not having a good day but this will only take a few minutes"

"My time is precious and I won't waste it on you," Bane growled, trying to push the woman out of his way but she didn't move.

"It will only take a few minutes" Amorpho planted his heels on the cement, leaving a hole. Bane raised an eyebrow curiously.

"What do you want?" Bane crossed his arms, still annoyed by the interaction.

"Thanks, we're looking for our friend," Johnny said, finally catching up with them.

"Your friend?" Bane did not hide the doubt in his tone. Were they causing him so much trouble to ask something so pointless? Why would he know about a random guy in the first place?

"Yeah, he's got blue eyes, black hair, he's kind of goofy and probably has white hair on his head if you look closely," Johnny hastened to describe.

Bane hummed "maybe I know where he is"

"Oh really!?" Both ghosts cheered up seeing the one who was finally giving them an answer.

"Yes, but you have to beat me for that" Bane challenged them both. Considering the strange strength of the girl it was obvious that they were not normal people.

Bane didn't really know where the boy they were looking for was, but he needed some training and if all he needed was a little bribing then he would do it. It wasn't every day that two interesting metas stood in the way.

"We don't have time for a fight" Johnny grumbled but Amorpho stepped forward.

"Hold my bag honey" Amorpho handed his handbag to the blond ghost with a grunt "I've been in these heels all damn day, my feet hurt and all the information we collected was totally useless, if you think I'm going to let go the opportunity to hit someone today you are wrong"

Bane smirked as Amorpho tossed his glasses aside and charged at him in utter rage. After the fight all that was left were broken pieces of the street. Something that was carefully observed by Signal, who was stopping himself from entering Red Hood's territory.

"What do you mean the mansion!?" Amorpho yelled at Bane chuckling on the ground.

"Even though you are a strong opponent, all children with that description end up in the mansion, if he's not there then I don't know where he is" The villain sneered standing up.

"What? Is the show over?" The blond complained putting away his popcorn "I thought it would last longer"

"That was a good fight though, we should do it again sometime," Bane commented as he stretched, ignoring the blond's words. He wondered if he would have special abilities like his mate.

Bane sized up the blonde but his eyes were caught on his shadow, was it moving or was it a trick of the light? Maybe he should do more research on Gotham's new people, these new players were definitely interesting. Of course, that would happen after recovering from the fight and getting more poison. His had run out but it was worth it.

"Yeah, yeah, next time, we have to go get our friend" Amorpho growled, pulling Johnny towards the creepy mansion. He wasn't going to tolerate any more people leading them there again without checking. And if the halfa was inside that damn mansion he was going to figure out how to double kill the biker.

"That's too long, why don't we just use my motorcycle?" The blond asked curiously as he measured the distance to the creepy mansion located in the middle of the city, walking was relaxing for a few hours but he missed his motorcycle.

"WE WERE ABLE TO USE YOUR MOTORCYCLE ALL THE TIME!?" Amorpho's scream was heard throughout the street. To which Johnny shrugged. Bane's laughter was audible in the distance.

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When Jason woke up it wasn't a surprise that Danny was biting his arm. He still considered that it had something to do with the boy being starved for his whole life, but he found the little fangs a little adorable.

They were less adorable when he realized that they were taking blood from his arm, and that his blood had green drops inside it. Jason blinked a few times trying to get the sleep out of his eyes but the green spots were still there.

"Danny, Doll wake up" Jason waved him worriedly, partly because he didn't think drinking blood, even accidentally, wouldn't be poisonous. And on the other hand he was afraid that it had something to do with the Pits.

Danny just growled as he bit his arm a little harder, probably trying to shut up whatever was disturbing his sleep.

"Danny no!" Jason screeched as the boy bit him again, the new vampiric tendencies of his new love interest were becoming extremely worrisome.

Not knowing what else to do, Jason began to wave his arm in an attempt to pull the boy away, but the boy clung on again and the vigilante swore Danny had grown claws because it was impossible for him to stay in the same place without moving an inch.

"Doll, you have to get off, you're not a cat!" Jason got up from the bed but the boy had gone from just biting his arm to completely clinging to him as he kept biting.

Jason ran into the kitchen and tried to bribe the boy with some food he had left in the microwave, if he was hungry that would surely help.

His plan obviously didn't work, the boy seemed quite comfortable still biting his arm. Jason wondered if the toxic blood was going to kill him, if it was really part of the Lazarus Pits.

"Come on Doll, you can't die after I just accepted that I like you" Jason grumbled as he sat down on the couch. He stroked the halfa's hair lovingly as he sighed. The boy was extremely troublesome but he had come to love him, a special kind of love that he hadn't given to many people and that was terrifying.

"Love" Poe sang happily as he landed on Jason's head. Who was having an existential crisis.

If his blood had some of the fluid from the pits in it, why hadn't it come out until now? Was it toxic? Was he killing Danny!?

He hadn't even asked him on a date and he had already killed him! He was the worst boyfriend candidate ever.

While he continued lost in his thoughts he didn't notice how the boy slowly detached himself from his arm and the green color on his blood disappeared.

The halfa seemed to have consumed all the corrupted ectoplasm available in the boy, whether that was a good or a bad thing was hard to say. The boy would probably end up with side effects from the corrupted ectoplasm though. On the other hand, Jason's corrupted core might be healing now that he had a source of natural ectoplasm in the air, and perhaps he would find some surprises soon.

Oblivious to everything that had just changed, Danny continued fast asleep, happily clinging to Jason's arm. The vigilante began to wonder if the boy would stay after the whole gas disaster was over. He slowly started to fall asleep, so much excitement so early in the morning had definitely left him tired. Or maybe it was just the missing blood.

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"I'm telling you Kori, Jay is completely in love, he looks at him the way I look at you" Dick murmured as he lay on his girlfriend's lap, he hadn't slept all night thinking about the meaning of his younger brother's last words " I'm so proud of him"

"Okay, now say what you're really thinking" Kori replied with a smirk. She knew her boyfriend too well to believe that.

"I'm so scared" Dick said in a teary tone "my baby brother is growing up, and he's falling in love, what am I going to do if he gets his heart broken?"

I think that should be his concern" Kori raised an eyebrow "Besides, if something happens I'm sure Roy and I can take care of it"

"Oh, so you think I should spy on his future boyfriend?" Dick questioned happily as he thought about the amazing idea his girlfriend was suggesting. 

"I never said that" Kori replied with a snort even though she was aware that her boyfriend wouldn't listen to her and would go bother his brother "In fact, I'm pretty sure it's the opposite of what I told you"

"No, I heard you perfectly, you said it should be my concern so I'll make it my concern" Dick nodded misunderstanding the message "Thank you honey"

"I know you won't listen to me no matter what I say so if Jason gets mad at you I had nothing to do with it, I discouraged you from doing whatever you're thinking" Kori said, sometimes your boyfriend and your best friend being brothers had its disadvantages. Like getting into family fights for example.

"Yes ma'am, I haven't heard anything from you" Dick gave her a military salute before thinking of something else to do while visiting his brother "Maybe I can even find something to tease Jay with while I'm at it."

"I don't know if you want to protect him or make his life miserable" Kori replied doubtfully "But well, have fun"

"Oh by the way" Dick mumbled remembering something at the last moment "Jason said he would teach you how to cook with things from Earth during the call"

"That's wonderful, will Roy join?" Kori asked, at Dick's nod she clapped her hands happily "We could invite his future boyfriend to join"

"How do you know he can't cook?" Dick questioned curiously. He had noticed that while he was trying hard to make the potatoes, Danny hadn't managed to get the cuts right. Jason had definitely been helping him.

"I didn't know, besides, this isn't a course for people who cook badly, is it?" Kori's eyes flashed with annoyance as Dick scrambled to come up with an excuse. In the end, he settled on the truth.

"You know it's not, but I don't know how many otherworldly ingredients my stomach can handle," Dick murmured sadly, "I love that you're trying, and I'm the one who lives on takeout so I can't say anything, but- "

"You're not adapted, I understand" The anger on Kori's face softened "Sorry, I forgot that our dietary needs are not the same"

"It's okay Kori, you were really trying" Dick said "Do you want to plan my fabulous entrance as Nightwing?"

Kori simply denied with a smile and they both ended up talking about different things throughout the night. Their main topic of discussion, though, was Jason's new boyfriend. Kori didn't say it out loud but she was also thinking about the future consequences that his boyfriend's antics would bring her.

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When Jason woke up again, it was noon. He wondered if what had happened in the morning had been imagined somehow. It was quite likely since green blood didn't exist if you weren't an alien or a meta. And as far as he knew he wasn't either of them.

He sighed as he checked the bite marks on his arm. Although they were present they were very light and were not bleeding. One more point to his theory about him having a strange nightmare. He didn't have an enhanced healing factor and the bite marks were too light to have drawn blood.

However, he felt that he should ask. Even though the wound didn't appear to have drawn blood it could still be a concern.

"Danny, do you have rabies?" Jason asked moving to the boy who was opening an eye next to him. It probably wasn't the most polite way to ask, but he woke up with his arm bitten off, sue him!

"What's with that comment?"  The halfa frowned grumpily "I was hoping for a good morning"

It was definitely a unique way of waking up though. Opening your eyes to see the face of your crush with a contemplative expression and the most random question ever.

Danny sighed, why did he like eccentrics? At least Jason didn't have a secret identity with a red mask. Though he couldn't say the same for Red Hood. Damn gene Fenton with peculiar tastes!

"Well, considering you bit my arm, I wanted to know if there was anything I should worry about." Jason pointed to what the halfa was hugging. As Danny got closer he looked at the small bite marks and winced.

Frostbite's thousands of scoldings about how ghosts should protect themselves against diseases and how dangerous it could be to bite the living flashed through his mind, but Jason looked pretty good.

"Not at all" he answered with a nervous laugh "Besides, I'm not a dog"

"I'm aware, just making sure" Jason ruffled his hair affectionately "by the way, Nightwing is coming to visit today, Officer Grayson left a very upsetting message about it"

"Oh, I didn't know you were that close. Do you like him?" Danny teased raising both eyebrows, though wishing that wasn't the case.

Apparently it wasn't, because Jason's face twisted in horror at the implication and he looked at Danny with betrayal. That was a mental image that he wished to get out of his head.

"NO!" Jason yelled completely offended "he's almost my brother, please don't ever say that again"

Plus, there was something definitely painful about your love interest asking if you had a crush on someone. It's not like he could kiss him, that would be going too fast.

"Okay, okay, sorry, I was really kidding" Danny hoped Jason didn't notice how relieved he was by his reaction, "but while we're on the subject, can I ask something?"

"About Officer Grayson?" Jason asked curiously, at Danny's assent he looked at him with a bit of doubt but decided to accept "as long as it's not about our non-existent relationship, go ahead"

"So, do you think Nightwing is dating Officer Grayson?"  Danny whispered curiously, looking at a poster of the vigilante in the living room. He wouldn't be surprised if Jason was a fan of his boyfriend's friends.

"I'm pretty sure one of them is dating Strarfire" Jason raised an eyebrow not knowing where such a theory came from. Wasn't he asking if he was dating one of them a minute ago?

"They must be in a polycule" Danny nodded wisely, while Jason looked at him confused.

"If you believe that, why did you ask me if I was dating him?" Jason questioned curiously.

"I wanted to see you nervous," Danny shrugged, "No offense, but the way the officer spoke of Nightwing betrayed a very obvious love"

Probably because he was talking about himself

Jason refrained from commenting, frowning. He turned to ask what the halfa meant by making him nervous when Danny kissed his nose by mistake; he was definitely aiming for his cheek, it was only his reflections that kept him from kissing him directly.

"What was that for, Doll!?" The vigilante stepped away, the action had made him nervous, and he wouldn't admit how flustered the action had left him.

"Actually, I wanted to blow your nose but it was a miscalculation" Danny shrugged sheepishly, the smile not leaving his face "It was worth it though."

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"Well, we only have one place left to go" Amorpho pointed to the creepy mansion that was visible from the other side of the street "most people told us that he could be here, we have to check"

"Danny would never be there, you know very well his contempt for people with money" Johnny immediately denied "he would have run away"

"Not if he was weak and lacking ectoplasm" Amorpho grumbled "come on, we look like idiots standing in the middle of the street and I have classes at night"

"Since when have you become a responsible student?" Johnny stared at him in disbelief, it had only been two days.

"Yeah, I can't lower my grades or I'll get kicked out of drama club" Amorpho shrugged "I'm lucky Danny has perfect attendance"

"Speaking of which, maybe we should save this creepy adventure for later," the blonde muttered, looking at his phone, "we've been on this all day and Kitty is going to call me in a few minutes."

"I thought Kitty would call you about 10 minutes before my classes started, she's pretty punctual" Amorpho muttered. He had noticed that pattern quickly.

"She does," Johnny agreed happily "and I really don't want her to see you in that outfit, or appearance"

Amorpho looked at him incredulously and checked the time on his own watch, indeed there was the alarm for the start of classes. He stopped himself from choking the blonde and ran into one of the alleys, he needed to change quickly. The skirt definitely looked fabulous on him though.

"Rude" Johnny muttered with a frown as he watched Amorpho leave. He noticed a burst of light coming from a nearby alleyway before "Danny" emerged with a backpack (which definitely wasn't there before) running towards the university.

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Because unfortunately they couldn't sleep all day, they both decided to do something productive. At first Jason had suggested that they have a relaxing day, maybe read a couple of books and try to learn something new in the kitchen.

Unfortunately the day turned into the opposite of relaxed when the kitchen became a mess of ingredients. Although it had been a very fun experience, cleaning it up wouldn't be so much.

"Okay, maybe we should find something else to do, Doll," Jason admitted as he stood on his tiptoes to clean up the mess that was left on the ceiling.

How had it gotten there? They weren't even cooking anything that required dough!

"Yeah, probably," Danny admitted with a small laugh. Despite how embarrassed he felt about the whole situation he had to admit it was fun "Dance?"

"As much as I love dancing, my muscles are killing me" Jason refused. Plus, he didn't want Nightwing to find them dancing.

It felt like something private. Something that needed to be hidden since it was theirs alone. Jason felt like that little action belonged to him.

The images of them swaying, laughing, expressing their emotions openly. They were his, and he wouldn't hand them over to any of the bats, no matter how curious they were.

“How do you feel about a movie marathon?" The halfa finally asked happily. Whenever he had some free time he would watch one or another interesting movie.

It was a bit sad but since he had arrived in Gotham he had lost the habit. He still remembered the day where Ellie forced him to watch a whole Disney marathon and although he thought it would be tedious he ended up crying with her.

"It depends, what movie are we watching?" Jason raised an eyebrow curiously. Not that he had a preference, family nights included movies of all genres due to the differences between each family member so he wasn't picky.

Danny didn't know that, he wondered what was the correct answer in this situation. Maybe Jason didn't like ghost or zombie parodies with bad death jokes the way he did. He could be an action guy, or a romance guy considering all the books he saw on his bookshelf.

He turned on the TV wondering what he should answer when a movie poster appeared in front of him and he knew. That was always the correct answer.

"Barbie!" The halfa pointed at the screen completely proud. A wide smile on his face.

"I thought you'd never say it" Jason smiled as the movie Barbie and the Twelve Dancing Princesses played on the screen.

That was how Nightwing found them hours later. Cuddled up while singing nursery rhymes out loud.

The vigilante wondered if he should let them know he was in the room but decided to enjoy the view a little longer.

He took a photo of the two of them singing with a wide smile and sent it to Tim.

DiscoWing: Don't tell B but Jay is in love~

DiscoWing: Aren't they cute!? I trust you to keep the secret but watch them! This is the perfect blackmail!

Followed by lots of surprise stickers performed by Nightwing

DiscoWing: It was worth stealing the Helicood for this!

Dick decided to ignore the Restauran't is typing as he approached his brother. Jason was in love with his new helicopter, he had built and modified it until it was perfect and even named it "Helicood" after himself.

But Dick was sure Jason would forgive him for stealing his new helicopter. And maybe crash it slightly, after all he can fix it! He just needed to sneak a few minutes into the batcave.

"HERE I AM, BEING WHO I WANT~" Dick sang the line from the movie scaring the two people on the couch.

"WHAT THE FUCK WING!?" Jason yelled seeing the vigilante hanging from his window.

"Wait! I came with a peace offering!" Nightwing raised both arms swinging to keep from falling. In his hands could be seen a…duck candle?

"Watch out! You could fall!"  Danny yelled worried, he didn't want to see a vigilante pancake. What would he say to Starfire and Officer Grayson!?

"I wish so" Jason snorted watching the vigilante do a flip and land next to them "he's an acrobat, don't worry."

"Oh, so we don't have to inform Dick and Starfire about his death?" Danny asked, relieved.

"Inform who about my what?" Nightwing asked confused while Jason shook his head, it was better for him to let the topic slide "Besides, don't worry! If I fall I can always fly!"

"Just because your name has the word Wing doesn't mean you can fly a birdbrain" Jason grumbled, maybe a squashed Nightwing wouldn't be so bad.

"I'm pretty sure I can fly" the vigilante grumbled "anyway, here"

Nightwing handed Danny a red duck candle.  Danny stared at the candle before looking up at the vigilante and muttering "thank you."

"A nice civilian gave it to me to ward off evil spirits, she's pretty sure the ghosts of the dead just came to Gotham or something." Nightwing shrugged. He didn't believe the story but it was good to be grateful to those who wish to protect you.

"Evil spirits in Gotham?" Jason raised an eyebrow, they had enough rogues to consider a new one.

"Spirits in general: ghosts, shadows, shapeshifters and stuff," Nightwing explained, "Jessica was pretty sure about that so it's best to be cautious!"

Danny chuckled as he continued to stare at the candle, surely the girl wasn't referring to him and his friends?

"It's very kind of you to want to protect us" The halfa laughed nervously as he placed the candle on the nightstand.

"Yeah, she said the candle warded off evil spirits, and what's better than supporting local businesses?" Nightwing nodded, happy that they both liked his gift. "We should buy more!"

"Maybe later, weren't you here for a reason?" Jason reminded his brother.

"Oh sure the cure" Dick nodded, he had stopped by the cave but they seemed to be discussing strange sightings all over the city: red eyes, super strength, shadows and the end of the world.

Dick wondered if his other siblings had copied Tim and needed a few hours of sleep.

But at the end he managed to see Steph and the progress of the cure.

"Good and bad news on that one," Nightwing cleared his throat "we have a cure!"

"That's great!"  Danny said, though it was strange to think that the days of him living with Jason were coming to an end, "Where is it?"

"I dropped it on my way here!"  Dick gave them jazz hands as he watched their reaction, Jason seemed minutes away from declaring himself an orphan.

"Explain." Jason sighed, maybe he was jumping to conclusions and his brother had a good reason.

"It was my first time driving the helicopter," Dick explained sadly, "and it was modified in a way I didn't know about"

On second thought, his conclusions were completely correct and Jason hoped that Dick wasn't referring to the Helicood. Because he would have twice the reasons to remove him from the family tree.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice," Poe said, coming out of his hiding place in Jason's hair.

"Besides! Since you are the only human affected we didn't know if it would work since we only tried it on crows" Dick hastened to find an excuse "and as a responsible hero I thought we needed another test before applying it on you"

"I guess I can see the logic in that" Danny frowned thinking he wasn't even human, how could a cure intended for humans work on him?

"No, don't listen to him Doll" Jason complained "he's just an idiot who steals helicopters"

Dick was very offended by that comment.

"Anyway, since it was the only sample" Nightwing continued his explanation, ignoring Jason's gasp about the only sample!? "We have to wait another 3 days"

Dick winked at his brother. Completely ignoring the fact that he was still wearing the mask and therefore it wouldn't show.

Unfortunately Jason was well aware of what his nosy older brother was up to.

"That means the safest thing for you is to stay with Jason and Hood for another three days," Nightwing stated, looking at the boy.

"I guess we can catch up on Disney movies" Danny muttered doubtfully, then looked at Nightwing trying to climb on the table and decided to invite him to join.

Jason stared at Danny in horror, well aware of the suggestion he would make to the vigilante and denied multiple times but his pleas went unheeded. The halfa looked at Nightwing and asked anyway.

"Do you want to watch some movies with us?" Danny asked, pointing to the TV.

Nightwing launched himself onto the couch happily, agreeing with an excited “Yes!”. Maybe his brother's future boyfriend wouldn't be so bad after all.

He decided to write to Tim about the antidote which he had definitely broken accidentally and not to save Jason's love life. In addition to sending more photos of the two boys while they were distracted. They looked quite adorable.

Maybe he should set up a movie date with Kori. It looked like a pretty relaxing activity; after only a few minutes he was carried away by Barbie's voice.

Danny didn't think it was strange that the vigilante was talking so comfortably with Jason. Jason told him that bats were considered family (or friends?) when he asked so they would be something like Jay brothers-in-law, right? It was only natural to invite Hood's brother to hang out with them. Maybe he could convince Nightwing to help him get Hood and Jay back together!

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When Tim volunteered to review Wayne Enterprises scholarships to various universities he didn't expect to see the boy who was supposedly still affected by Scarecrow gas in class.

He looked more animated than a recently attacked boy should be and seemed to be in the middle of leaving his night classes. Tim raised an eyebrow as he looked over the photo Dick had sent him a few minutes ago.

Restauran't: Is that image recent?

DiscoWing: Yes, it was taken a few minutes ago, why?

Restauran't: And you're still at Jason's?

DiscoWing: Yup, you're not thinking of telling B are you? I only told you because of the antidote and the blackmail

Tim considered his options as he looked up at the boy. He was wearing dark glasses, definitely weird in the middle of the night but not alarming.

Restauran't: No, but can you send me another photo?

The photo his older brother sent him screamed sugar. Jason was practically laying on the boy. Which seemed to be talking about something very lively. It was obvious Jason wasn't happy with his older brother from the photos if the scowl had anything to say about it.

Tim picked up his phone and compared both photos. Definitely the same guy, but something weird was going on. If Dick's observations were true then the victim couldn't stay away from Jason for long without going crazy. He also doubted that he could be in two places at once.

Restauran't: Do you trust me?

Tim bit his lip, it was definitely a risky plan and if Jason found out the assassination attempts on him wouldn't fail this time but he needed to prove it somehow. If it was a duplication skill then surely something would happen.

Dick's response took a few seconds to come, probably because he was distracted by bothering his little brother.

DiscoWing: Sure, what do you need me to do?

Tim was at least relieved that his older brother knew him well enough to know that he was planning something. He at least knew he had a purpose for all the disaster he was about to unleash.

Restauran't: Separate them, I need to check something.

Question marks appeared in the chat window along with a sticker of a sad Nightwing but Dick ended up agreeing. Tim sighed, figuring if the plan worked he could ask Jason for a quick funeral. If Dick was right and he was in love he was about to walk into the lion's den.

He fixed his sight on the boy who may or may not be a clone, better to watch him like a hawk until Dick sends a confirmation message.

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After another quick Karaoke session with the boy where they both ignored the blue vigilante who had decided to crash their movie marathon Jason and Danny stared at each other, mirroring the scene in front of them where Odette was looking up at the prince.

They were grinning, obviously tired after singing the sixth song of the Barbie movie. And although Jason was sure that some video of him would end up in the family chat, he didn't really care, he felt calm, happy.

He quickly looked over at Nightwing but he seemed quite distracted by his phone so he guessed that he wasn't paying attention to them.

Come on Jason, this is no time to be a wimp.

He took a deep breath, remembering all the laughs Danny had brought him in the few days of meeting him, his clumsy attempts at cooking, his misplaced heroic streak, his bad bedtime habits and his knack for attracting strange situations. 

And although his head was also thinking about the consequences that the action he was about to do would bring him, or how he was rushing to conclusions and it was not the time, he didn't listen to it. Danny had earned the right to be considered more than a suspect.

Damn, don't think about it just do it!

He did so, he took a leap of faith and leaned into the boy who had been stealing his heart. He felt the increase in his heartbeat as he closed his eyes and hoped that this was the perfect moment, maybe Danny would even kiss him back. 

Of course, all his fantasies were interrupted when he felt a hand blocking his path and decided to open his eyes to confirm what was happening...

"Jay, you are a wonderful boy and these days with you have been amazing but I have to stop you here" Danny said, placing a hand over Jason's mouth, who looked very confused.

Jason tried to speak but Danny immediately silenced him again.

"Unless you're considering a polyamorous route I think you should consider your boyfriend's feelings on this" Danny said "Please think about it."

Jason just stared at him in confusion, but his mind just repeated the words "your boyfriend" like a broken record until he could finally process it.

Sorry, his what now-?

SINCE WHEN HE HAD A BOYFRIEND!?

He was about to ask the boy about it when he looked at his brother and frowned. Dick looked a bit nervous, which was a bit obvious when you considered how animated he had been all night. Being a nuisance in general.

He hadn't even commented on Danny mentioning his supposed boyfriend which made him doubly suspicious.

“Danger, danger!” The little crow warned him.

He got the answer quickly when Dick approached them and taking advantage of the confusion separated the union in their hands, pushing them away and grabbing Danny to put distance between them

He didn't know whether to feel angry or betrayed. His brother knew very well that Danny wasn't pretending and he really needed the contact, didn't he believe in him? He was about to approach them when he saw the doubtful expression on his brother's face.

"I'm sorry" Dick whispered as he held the boy in his arms. Danny was trying to break free of the vigilante's grip. The boy seemed very busy fighting Nightwing, desperately looking for Jason. Jason expected the fury of the pits but instead he felt fire in his soul, something strange considering how much the sensation was like the All-blades.

But he didn't have time to think about it. A few seconds had passed but it was obvious that the separation was hurting the halfa. When Jason looked at the boy he saw green.

───────────────

Danny was scared. He had forgotten that the gas was still in his blood and everything around him began to go dark. He needed to know that Jason was okay but he couldn't hurt the Gotham vigilante while he was at it, as easy as it was for him to become intangible or crush bones his awareness was screaming at him that this was not the time.

But in his head the memories and harmful comments began to play, playing with his memories over and over again. He had felt so secure before but all his confidence was shattered in seconds.

Inevitable

You can't escape your destiny!

Creepy boy with creepy powers

You hurt everyone around you!

You didn't protect us!

GET AWAY

What he felt the most was the need to get away, hide, and hide everyone he still had where no one could find them. Protect them from everything and everyone.

Before he knew it, his eyes were glowing and all he could feel was despair and fear.

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I think a lot happened in this chapter but it was honestly quite fun to write so I hope you enjoyed it!

In case anyone's curious, yes, Danny just healed Jason (and got sick at the same time?), so Jason might develop some changes. Tim is making bad decisions but Dick trusts him! On the other hand, no matter how easy it is for the halfa to use his powers, remember that he wants to be just Danny :)

And yes, they both accepted their feelings but whoops, it looks like Danny misunderstood something?

@skulld3mort-1fan@sorryiwonnoob@idfk-man10@avelnfear@criticaloverthinker@confusedandghostly @lunadoll36 @spidey29phangirl @suppengott @yjfk@apointlessbox@mimilikey@thegatorsgoose@jaggedheart11@dyinggirldied@pyramaniac@akikkobara@thedragonqueen1998@lostlightandfoundcrazy@xye-chan@saltyladynightmare @ashleysmshly @thewondersoflebanon@illusionwolfwriter24r8@littlefeather345@asphyxia778@amercurio@leftmiraclechaos @dixiwoods @satoshy12@lyra689@meira-3919@quietlyscared@plotwholls @kyrianclawraith @blacksea21090@basilf1res @flowers-n-fauna @8-29pm@phantom-dc@luer-mirin@taniaundertaleau@cloriform@readerkayden@oddlydrawnpuppets@basementloser@little-green-asparagus@echoednonny@yummy-yummy-mmmbones@confusionchaos@ectoplasm024@autumnwulf@666deaddash999@redhoneysugarorange@blue-avis@sailor-goddess@satanicrutialspecialist

#dpxdc #dp x dc fic #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #More chaos #Johnny and Amorpho are Gotham Cryptids now #Danny was having a fun day #until it wasnt #dp x dc #dc x dp #At least the ghost have new friends #some things are happening here if you look closely #Like Kori and Danny future friendship #Or Danny misunderstanding everything #Not sure if this is a fluff or angst chapter but #you have Barbie ig #long fic #danny phantom #jason todd #jason todd x danny fenton #long post #Hood Assistant

[pokestudentjune]

Hello all! My name is June (she/her) and I am a university student from Hoenn, majoring in pokemon biology and horticulture! I'm currently traveling in order to gain as much knowledge as possible thanks to a scholarship from my uni. I hope to maybe make it as a pokemon professor-- and if not, perhaps open up my own plant + grass type conservatory!

In all honesty I'm pretty new to this whole rotomblr stuff, and I'm not all to osure how to work it that well.. But I'd still like someplace to document my life and experiences, as well as share my knowledge about pokemon and plants! Got plenty of cute pics of my pokemon and the ones I meet as well! Please feel free to reach out with asks about myself, my pokemon, or anything in general-- I'll do my best to answer to the best of my ability :)

Here is my current travel team!

Lotus the Ivsaur

Modest, highly persistent. A water lotus variant Ivysaur with a water/grass typing, and practically my soulmate. My first officially owned pokemon, gotten from my grandmothers venusaur as a child. Lotus has grown and matured with me through the years, and is always looking out for me! Shes trained in battle and performance, but we have since retired from coordinating and she'd rather sit back and experience life as it comes.

Scout the Lopunny

Sassy, likes to fight. One of my first wild-caught pokemon, and both me and Lotus's best friend. Shes quite a fan of my more feminine interests, often asking to share my clothes and music. Shes definitely one of my more battle + performance savvy pokemon, and we're working on learning mega evolution together! She wears a light blue letterman jacket I bought for her once, she wanted to dress similarly to an idol group we saw online once!

Grim the Joltik

Jolly, very finicky. He is literally the sweetest little baby ever. He was an unexpected capture, having hopped onto my phone one day and refusing to leave. He loves to suck out the battery life from practically my devices which drives me insane, but I wouldnt trade him for the world. Despite being small for the past few years, I think he doesnt want to evolve which is fine by me! I think he enjoys riding on my head or shoulder.

Jasper the Typhlosion

Rash, quick to fight. A large, bulky, fluffy, shiny typhlosion with a scar across his muzzle. Rescued from a "backyard zoo" situation, it took a long long time to fully gain his trust, but it was worth it. Hes very standoffish but protective of me and the team. Lotus was a big help in calming him during the beginning, and now he enjoys battling to blow off some steam.

Harlequin the Banette

Quirky, impetuous and silly. Perhaps my first ever pokemon friend. We met when I was a small child and he was still a shuppet. Its a bit of a long story, but he stuck through with me during some negative times within my early years even as a wild pokemon, and would frequently visit to keep me entertained through the years. I didn't catch him for many years, but one day after being a trainer for a while, I asked him if he'd like to join my team and has stuck around since. He wears a chunky bandana on his neck thats practically the size of him.

Jade the Noivern

Adamant, alert to sounds. One of the newer additions to the group, i had caught her within a cave and she showed fighting spirit right off the bat. I took the time to train her in between my studies and she evolved into a speed demon. She absolutely LOVES flying and I myself had always wanted to ride on a flying pokemons back, so its a win-win. She looks up to Jasper, and they often spar together.

I have plenty of other pokemon back at home that I'll introduce when the time comes, but these are the ones I think are best suited to help me during my studies! Perhaps I'll switch around the team, maybe I wont. It takes a while to transfer pokemon across regions but who knows where life will take me!

// OOC

Hello hello! Just like June, I am very unfamilliar with tumblr as its been years since I last used it, but I've been religiously stalking rotomblr for years now and i figured its my time to make a blog! Heres a few things about how I'll be running this blog :3

• This will be a mix of anime and game, keeping it semi realistic as I love biology and science but still want to keep some magic from the pokemon games included!

• June is basically a self insert so no weird stuff!

•For Junes universe, fakemon, sentient pokemon, or pokemon/human hybrids or anything similar to that doesnt exist-- again, I'm keeping it a bit semi realistic. Pokemon crossbreeds are fine though!

• This is very casual!! Just for fun slice of life blog :3

• In this world, legendaries are gods and greatly affect the environment, so June may not interact with those who "own" legendaries because she greatly frowns upon messing with the natural order of things.

• Feel free to dm me or send me asks ! I'd love to get to know the community more :)

• Also i might not do many fully pieces and more colored sketches because I am very busy irl unfortunately

• Im okay with interactions from other OCs and canon characters !

If you want to see my art look at #june pics ! working on tags for informational stuff but #june talks will have some fun pokemon info + junes story so far!

• Pelliper Mail is : OPEN

• Magic Anon is : CLOSED

#pokemon #pokemon irl #roleplay #pkmn rp #rotomblr #introduction #pkmn irl #pkmn fanart #pkmn blog #pkmn oc #pokemon blog #pokémon #pokeblogging #june talks #june pics

[culxiaa-fn]

[Outside Date]

You two went on a date outside of the school for the first time!

[Fem!reader]

---[masterlist]---

Ace Trappola - Amusement Park

When thinking about the date, Ace is not that nervous.

His logic is, it's just the usual, we just hangout outside today.

But when Kantokusei comes, dress all nicely and is different from the usual way she dresses, Ace's mind went blank.

[name]: ACEEE~ did you wait long? Sorry I kinda got sidetracked.

Ace:.....

Ace:(HUH?! WHAT'S WITH THAT OUTFIT?!? SHE LOOKS SO CUTE?!)

Ace: (well usually she dresses all boyish because of the situation she is in)

Ace: You look dumb

[name]: Eh?!

Listen- in Ace defend, when you are used to seeing your girlfriend flip a buff and students that are taller than her like her daily routine, you would be shocked too.

Ace is a casual boyfriend, he is not all sappy and hopeless romantic relationships with him usually chaotic but if alone it's kinda relaxing.

This guy definitely wants to go to a haunted house for his shit and giggle.

[name]: Ace there will be jumpscare in a second.

[name] & Ace: UWAH!!

Ace: WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED?! All of your predictions are right??

[name]: Hehe, I'm not scared, I'm just surprised by the loud noises.

Watch him being breathless and is the one that is more scared than Kantokusei.

[name]: Ace... Are you okay?? Do you want water?

Ace: Kantokusei... Why?

[name]: Ace... I live with 3 ghosts, do you really think I would be scared of that?

Ace: DAMNIT

Deuce Spade- Aquarium/Zoo

Deuce always managed to make himself nervous.

Like??? The usual "date" is just going to Sam's mystery shops. But today! We! Are! Going! Out!

More importantly Grim and Ace is not here!

When Deuce sees Kantokusei with he "date outfit" he is very close to passing out.

[name]: Deuce~ Thank You for waiting~

Deuce: (UWAAAHHH SO CUTE?!?!)

[name]: Deuce??? Hello??

For the first hour Deuce will be a bit quiet compared to his usual self.

He is really not used to Kantokusei dressing with this in this kind of outfit.

Deuce definitely brings stuff like umbrellas and bandaids. He wants no- need for this day to be perfect!

Deuce: Kantokusei, we have been walking for a while do you want to take some rest?

Deuce: Are your feet okay?? Just tell me if you want a rest okay?

He actually takes so long to gather courage to compliment your outfit. By the time both of you are going back he decided to say it .

Deuce: Kantokusei! Um, your outfit is pretty today!

He is gonna run. Definitely. Can't show his girlfriend that he got like this just from complimenting her! Yup! That's definitely lame.

Jack Howl- Snow Skating/Surfing

Jack loves his hometown that is covered by snow, and his girlfriend that's always by his side. So what is a better idea than bringing his girlfriend doing his favorite activity.

Jack sometimes forgets that even though the sight of his girlfriend flip and punch a student twice her size is a regular sight in school, she is still a girl (not in a bad way!)

Now, complimenting someone is not his strongest point, he got awkward. What do you mean his girlfriend can't just read his mind.

Jack: you look... different today

[name]: hm? Bad different or good different?

Jack:... Good. You look... cute..

If you don't know how to skate or surf, don't worry! Javk will teach you how.

He will take it slow and always hold your hand.

Proud boyfriend once you get a hang of it.

Jack: slowly... Careful now.

Jack: hm! You did well. I will be taking my hand off.

If you are cold Jack will warm you up! If you ask nicely he will give you his tail(!!!)

Will bundle you up if you and start sneezing.

You will end up being a bundle of floof.

Jack: your nose is red.

Jack:here take my scarf, It's fine, I have a higher body temperature compared to you.

[name]: My personal hand warmer is not here today...

Jack : *sigh* here not the same as Grim but my tail is fine right?

Epel Felmier - Arcade

Epel is used to treating his girlfriend roughly, it's not like hitting her or something but he treats her like his sworn friend.

Sure he sometimes shows caring and sweet boyfriend sides, but not like a total gentleman. He knew his girlfriend was not a fragile person.

But this???? Sometimes it slips from his mind that she is still his GIRLfriend(if you can get the image that she threw a 190cm Beastman to the floor cause their comments are a tad bit annoying)

Epel: uwah...

[name]: ?hm?? What's wrong??

Epel: ah- no, just not used to seeing you dress like this...

[name]: does it look bad??

Epel: nah, you look nice.

Arcade date with Epel is... Something...

This dude is so competitive, like?? Relax??

Somehow manage to win the stuff at the claw machines. Will proudly show off to Kantokusei.

Although he is not a prince charming, he is still a Pomefiore student! Vil drills etiquette into his head daily ya know! And he is not a scum! Of course he will protect his girlfriend from a bastard.

Epel: oi, you got a problem? Are you blind?!

Epel: should I teach you some lessons?!

Well... Goodluck trying to prevent him from brawling with that dude.

Sebek Zigvolt - Food hunting

Sebek, most of the time is busy with his knightly duties. So he can't go somewhere far and too long.

This is also why it slips his mind that his girlfriend will be dressing like that and she looks damn good too.

But Sebek is not a guy that is generous with his praise and compliment. Unless you are Malleus Draconia, then he will gladly sing you praises until his throat bleed.

But, you are still his partner, and it is his duty to tease, I mean praise you.

Sebek: Oh?? You look like a proper lady now.

[name]: 💢💢 huh? Want a fight??

Sebek: It's just, the sight of you brawling with other students makes me forget that you are a lady *his annoying handsome smug face*

[name]: 💢 I will tell Lilia that.

Well bye Sebek, you are dead.

Jokes aside he will be taking candid pictures cause?? He wants to admire his girlfriend's outfit??? LEAVE ME ALONE SHE LOOKS AMAZING IN THAT OUTFIT

Date with Sebek is mostly just checking out a good restaurant or popular eating spots.

Sebek is growing and he is always hungry, so eating with his girlfriend?? A win. Also ,he can see her stupid cute face while she was eating that stupidly sweet tooth rotting dessert.

You will be surprised how much he can eat. Damn you crocodile.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #twst #ace Trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #jack howl x reader #epel felmier x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader

[moreespressoformydepresso]

@butfilsongs okay thought it over and here’s the fix-it :)!!

Since in this post I said that I think at least some of the peacekeepers that came to grab the tributes during the arena bombing came from outside, I had an idea for how all the tributes could escape from the city.

What if, instead of running for the exit, the district 1 and 2 kids saw the tunnels blasted open and went in there instead? Ginnee and Otto survived by sheer luck of the bombs going off a little earlier, and their mentors were saved by peacekeepers. This works because of a thing @idontliketomatoesleavemealone pointed out about them wearing armor which would protect them at least a little. They are out of it, though, because blows to the head suck. Ginnee and Otto, like Panlo and Sheaf, end up greatly injured and are denied medical care. Here’s where the fun begins (for me at least, if you like Hurt No Comfort this is not for you):

Thanks to the peacekeepers coming in from outside and the tunnels being so much closer than the exit, the four escapee tributes make it out. Sabyn, Velvereen, Facet, and Marcus are on the run. They could try to escape the city and forget all about this, but… those other kids don’t deserve to die, and leaving them to their fate feels… cruel. And also, escaping the city is exactly what the Capitol expects them to do so going along with it makes it more likely for them to be caught. So they get out of the tunnels and figure out where the zoo is. Marcus clearly didn’t disguise himself, but now there are three other kids there to come up with ideas. Facet and Velvereen suggest they try to look more like Capitol kids so it’s more likely people won’t look at them twice. While they’re at it they snag some supplies for short-term disguises and then wait until it’s late to go over to the zoo.

Now, these kids may not have the best mentors (cough cough Livia Cardew cough cough) but they can see some of the others starting to care about their tributes. And these influential nepo-babies are the future of Panem. The four free tributes have had time to think things through, and the last thing they wanna do is hand the Capitol propaganda on a silver platter and turn their only hope of ending the games for good against them. In terms of trying to convince their overlords the tributes are human beings too, killing peacekeepers means they may as well confess to cannibalism and skinning puppies for fun. Also, it would be justification for the Capitol calling this an all hands on deck situation and throw everything into finding the tributes, which is the last thing they need. So the four escapees refrain from brutal murder and instead merely knock out the ones too close to the enclosure for comfort. They take some of the guns, though, because they’re not stupid enough to actually believe their attempts at showing innocence will do anything and they’d rather be armed if it comes down to the worst-case scenario.

Next they break open the zoo enclosure and wake up their fellow district kids inside. Some frantic whispering later and everyone’s awake and ready to leave. The four injured kids and Dill get carried on the backs of the stronger kids for obvious reasons, and off they go. I’ll stop here and consider collecting my ideas for the rest of their shenanigans in this City of Nightmares in a separate post because I have plans.

Yes, it does involve arson. No, Gaul’s lab does not survive. Possibly, neither does she.

That last bit is not entirely on the tributes.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #tbosas #10th hunger games #hunger games #fix it au #velvereen #sabyn #marcus tbosas #facet #facet tbosas #velvereen tbosas #sabyn tbosas #ginnee #otto #sheaf #panlo #diana ring #apollo ring #their survival becomes key but that’s for later #i was gonna include why that is but decided against it #whoops #arena bombing

[satorutini]

goldwing - gojo satoru ; geto suguru

pairing: gojo satoru/reader/geto suguru

summary: If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of your love. Or-; you're an up-and-coming screenwriter, a late bloomer in your career who has suddenly found herself shaking hands with Hollywood's elite. when your idol upends your entire reputation at an award ceremony, how much are you willing to risk to set things straight?

rating: mature; eventual smut

wc: 4.3k

ch: 1/?

this was supposed to be a one-shot but it just. spiraled out of my control so quickly so here's a multichapter fic yay! I'm so excited, I can't wait to try my hand at writing unhinged gojo. it soothes a certain spot in my soul idk. no beta reader yet, just my two brain cells and Grammarly. happy new year! <3

read on ao3

The night was alive with the glare of camera flashes, the buzz of excited chatter, and the unmistakable air of glamour that draped the red carpet. Tonight was a celebration of the industry's finest, glittering beneath the spotlight of fame. Directors, actors, and actresses alike slunk across the strip of velvet, limbering out of long, jet-black limousines that line the block along the venue with all the practiced ease and grace that eluded you. You watch from behind a crowd of interviewers and paparazzi that line the roped-off walkway like over-excited attendees at a zoo as each star pauses to pose, preen, and bless a few poor reporters in the press pit with a bit of small talk in front of the onslaught of cameras.

Shoko Ieiri hides a laugh behind her cigarette-holding hand as the lead actress competing in the drama category trips over the train of a gown in a very unflattering aquamarine shade.

"Don't laugh," you admonished, albeit both secretly tickled and relieved to see a bit of humanity in an environment with such an intimidating aura. You don't think you've ever even been near clothes this expensive in your entire life. The passing thought makes you itch in your borrowed slip. "That could have just as easily been you."

Your famous friend, who had just completed her turn down the red carpet and was now hiding in your company for a quick smoke break, simply dismisses the thought with a scoff. She knows just as well as you do how unlikely it would be. She was practically nursed and weaned at these kinds of events. You glance around at the eager-eyed reporters, the influencers, the fresh-faced actors that climb out of the next limousine, and then back at your companion. A red carpet walk at an award ceremony to her was like what you imagine attending Sunday service was like to some people. Familiar, ritual even.

You can't help but blush when she catches you gazing at her pensively, grinning as she turns her amusement towards you. "You look good like this. In all of this, I mean," she gestures vaguely towards the dress she generously lent you, and then about the venue. "You look good. It suits you. I know I've already said this but…I'm seriously glad we met up again under these circumstances."

"Oh," You glow at her praise, her generous honesty anchoring you in this larger-than-life moment that's felt like it could slip away in an instant. You're afraid to breath too hard or blink too slow. It's probably evident that you're nervous, but you don't tell Shoko you've been feeling so out of place since you arrived that you're half expecting to be carried out by security at any moment now. You're doing your best to keep your composure. "Thanks…seriously."

You and Shoko had been good friends – best friends, even – in childhood until she was picked up by a popular family sitcom in your last year of elementary school and fast-tracked into stardom. You don't remember the exact circumstances of the situation, maybe just that you had felt a little slighted once you had returned to school after the summer break to find that your friend had picked up and moved to L.A. with little warning. Communication was strained, and inconsistent, and then eventually petered out as years passed. The sitcom had eventually become internationally beloved, and it's cast along with it. Shoko always existed in your periphery, but never long enough for you to gather the courage to reach out again. She was a star, in every sense of the word. So, when she came by the studio one day to surprise the lead actress for your short film, Utahime Iori, with a visit, you were pleasantly surprised as well.

Your brief reunion revealed that Shoko had been living the whirlwind, if not a bit traumatic, life of a typical child star. She and Utahime, a talented indie film starlet, were a very welcome presence in your life as you navigated your own late-blooming career.

Tonight, your Western short film was in the running to receive its very first accolade.

Well, not very first. A flurry of positive reviews and first-place prizes at film festivals is what led you here. But here, this-

"Ah, hell. Here comes the clown car."

You're startled out of your musing by Shoko's ire and a rise in the clamor from the crowd in front of you. Like a disturbed ant hill, the reports swarm to the front of the carpet, crying out for the newcomer's attention before they've even propped open the doors to a sleek, matte black foreign sports car with a brilliant baby blue racing stripe that glides to a stop at the start of the carpet. For a moment, anticipation rolls over the crowd and reflexively, you hold your breath. It feels as though time itself comes to a stop.

I've seen that car before; you think to yourself. Where have I seen that car before?

The car doors lift – lift – and out steps Satoru Gojo, the nepotism-blessed scion of a bygone Hollywood era. With a disinterested tilt of his head, Gojo straightens and adjusts his shades once, and the crowd erupts into chaos.

Gojo's rise to directorial prominence had been swift and tumultuous, his wealth and power inherited rather than earned. His family's name, etched in the golden annals of old Hollywood, had bequeathed him not just an unimaginable fortune, but also a reputation of mystery and privilege. He was first introduced to the industry during a failed attempt by his family to get him into acting as a kid. But Gojo quickly realized he didn't take to following directions too well – he preferred to be the one giving them. Thus, after a few years long hiatus in school and a very public downward spiral, the young starlet reemerged on the scene with a break-through fantasy thriller that would go on to become one of the most recognized film franchises and successful book-to-movie adaptations to date.

His shockingly white hair and startling blue eyes made him a rather memorable character. To those who worked within the film industry, he was well respected in his field but known to be prideful, cocky, demanding, and overly ambitious. But boy did he know how to work a camera. The contrast between Gojo's charisma on camera and the whispers of his notoriously cold, borderline demeaning, arrogance on set had set him apart in an industry that thrived on eccentricities. The tabloids did well to keep tabs on him. Gojo was often deemed reckless, uninhibited, and entitled, but most of all, Satoru Gojo was your fucking hero.

You would give anything to experience the way you felt watching Gojo's debut movie again for the first time. You remember the day so vividly, remember settling into the theater and griping to a classmate who accompanied you to see the movie that it wasn't fair that someone like him got to direct a big-name film just because he was rich. And then you can recall being effectively shut the hell up as your mind proceeded to be blown over the course of an hour and forty minutes.

You nearly float off of your toes trying to catch a glimpse of the shock of white hair over the crowd. "That-that's-,"

Dressed in a tailored black suit, Gojo pretends to shield his eyes from the relentless flashes, granting his on-lookers a smile that's all teeth. Even from where you stand, it looks a bit menacing.

At his side stands his enigmatic best friend and former child actor Suguru Geto, who grants the frenzied crowd an easygoing smile as Gojo slings an arm around him.

You notice Shoko tense beside you, quiet displeasure radiating off of her stance. She absently flicks away her dead cigarette bud. You catch the scowl marring her typically unperturbed demeanor as she turns sharply on her heel. "Let's head inside."

Shoko and Geto starred in the same sitcom for years, until they eventually aged out of their roles and the show was terminated after nine seasons. There had been a time, in your late teens and early twenties, when you saw the three of them in tabloids quite frequently. Satoru, with his impulse and daring, Suguru, with his brooding intensity, and Shoko, with her sultry, laidback charm, formed the trifecta of an unconventional trio that thrived on exclusivity and recklessness. Rager parties. DUIs. House raids. In the interim years between his schooling and his first film debut, Satoru Gojo and the company he kept were a menace to L.A. society.

You confess…there may have been a smaller, less important, more alternative reason to why reuniting with Shoko had been so serendipitous.

You're not entirely sure what their relationship is like now, but judging by the look on her face, it wouldn't work in your favor tonight. So, in the spirit of being a good friend, you force your feet to follow Shoko into the venue, even as your heart tugs in the direction of the man who inspired your career. As you retreat inside, you think you can hear him laugh.

--

Despite your best efforts, it is hard not to look a little starstruck while you sit through the award show. The audience glitters with critically acclaimed stars and new heartthrobs alike. The actors are wonderful but it's the screenplay writers whose every word you hang off of when they're brought to the stage and the directors who you fawn over when they squeeze past your section with a preoccupied, "excuse me."

At intermission, Utahime gasps from her seat beside Shoko. In her hands is her phone, unlocked and open to some social media feed.

"Fuck…shit!"

You learn over your friend, an eyebrow raised. From what you know of Utahime, she isn't one to sling vulgar language around carelessly. "Is something wrong?"

But Shoko is already one step ahead of you, prying the phone from her friend (girlfriend??)'s fingers and skimming over the opened post. She must not like whatever she sees, because the look on her face turns grim. "Fuck indeed."

"Can someone-, can one of you please just tell me what's going on?" You struggle not to feel exasperated, fiddling with your own phone to see if maybe it'll pop up on your own feed.

"It's Gojo," answers Utahime with more disdain than you're used to hearing associated with that name, which is quite a lot when you think back on it. "He mentioned our short film. In an interview."

All at once, your heart soars in your chest and your brain struggles to comprehend those words in the same utterance in real, real life.

"Gojo? Satoru Gojo? Said something about our short film?" You short circuit. "He's watched our short film?!"

Joy doesn't even begin to cover the immense feeling inside you. For a split second, you're overwhelmed with astonishment, veneration, and gratitude. You could rejoice-!

But then.

Then you pick up on Utahime's tone.

You notice how quickly Shoko is skimming through posts. The furrow in her brow. That oppressive force you'd felt outside has followed you into the venue and hovers over the three of you like a storm cloud, threatening to suck the air from your lungs. That bright, shining feeling in your gut suddenly sours in apprehension.

"What - um…What did he say?"

The lights in the venue lower, signaling the resumption of the award ceremony. When Shoko tilts the screen in your direction, the headline nearly blares back at you in the dim lighting.

Red Carpet Update: Satoru Gojo Calls Breakout Western Romance Short Film Blander than Triscuit Crackers

You rush out of the theater and into the bathroom quickly enough for no one to notice you almost vomit. In your haste, you finally give a name to the cold feeling you felt beside Shoko outside and in the venue. The expression that clouded her face and snuffed out the warmth in her eyes.

Resentment.

A hotel hosts the after-party. The interview took place a little over two hours ago, but the damage is done. That much is evident as you scroll through your flooded mentions, holed up in a cushy stall in the glitzy women's bathroom. Sat on the toilet and despondent. You've replayed the 30-second clip of the actual interview enough times tonight to recite his comments word for word by now.

The gleam in Satoru Gojo's smile is as bright and disarming in person as it is on camera.

"A Netflix original? Yeah, I can tell," he scoffs, then mutters more so to his companion – who stands quietly, looking uninterested at his side – than the interviewer, "They're really just giving these away to just about anyone now these days, huh?"

The words rattle around in your head like marbles in a tin jar. Loud, concussive. The weight of the moment settles on your shoulders like an unforgiving burden. While it's not enough to break the internet and go viral, your reputation is about to take a brutal hit. You press your phone to your forehead and try not to spiral. The cacophony of judgment online, the concept of failing your idol – it all threatens to swallow you whole.

Boring? Bland? You poured your heart and soul into writing that screenplay. What did Satoru Gojo, a director of fantasy films based on a series that was already written, published, and well-beloved, know about good writing? Or Westerns and romance for that matter?

As your grief churns into rage, a text notification from Shoko pulls you from your festering thoughts.

The text reads you can't hide in there forever, you know.

You open the message and scoff, smiling watery as you type your reply. Bet.

Tears threaten to overwhelm you again. This should be the best night of your life. You won! You actually won in your category, your first real award. And instead of living it up and celebrating with the wonderfully talented cast and director, instead of collecting your congratulations and basking in the revelry of your accomplishment, you are here. Excusing yourself from the party to slip away into the bathroom every few minutes because the mortification was unbearable.

Every well-wisher you had received greeted you with a slight look of pity in their eyes. Their voices are a little too high. Their handshakes are a little too eager. But you knew; they all knew. The only thing keeping you from ditching was Shoko's steadfast presence and the obligation to celebrate the cast members. This night was for them too.

With that in mind, you gather your resolve and slip out of the bathroom. Only to collide straight into someone waiting just outside.

"Fuck, are you okay?"

Whoever you bump into is like rushing at a solid wall of soft flesh. You stagger backward with the force of your collision as Suguru Geto, the infamous partner of the bringer of your demise, reaches to brace your shoulders.

"Ah-no, no!" You smack his hands away and then hold up your own as if to ward him off, feeling a bit childish and miffed that he hadn't stumbled at all. Your face is still flushed from remembering Gojo's biting comments. "Don't touch me! I'm good, thank you."

The man that hovers over you is tall and well-built. The world watched Suguru grow up on television, filling out a gangly little boy into this intimidating, silent force. His lengthy, gorgeous, inky black hair, quick wit, and sly smile earned him the title of heartbreaker at a young age. You would swoon at the way his muscles shift under that suit if only you weren't so fucking humiliated.

"Hey," Geto says, his renowned stoicism momentarily replaced by a flicker of concern. He murmurs your name. "You look like you could use a breather."

Your guard is up, but his peculiar sincerity breaks through the walls you've hastily erected tonight. Besides, he's not the one who made shitty comments about your work. He just stood there and watched in amusement as the real instigator did. His low-lidded gaze meets yours, and for a moment, the air crackles with unspoken tension.

"Yeah, maybe," you respond, your voice carrying the weight of frustration. You eye him warily.

Suguru steps aside, allowing you space to pass, but instead of letting you walk away, he falls into step beside you. The relentless rhythm of the party pounds in the background, nearly vibrating your skull as you squeeze your way through the glittering crowd to a quieter corner of the bar. At the far end, you spot Shoko and Utahime with the rest of your cast and figure it's better to keep your distance while you entertain your dubious follower.

"Look, about what Satoru said," Suguru starts, his tone low and apologetic. "He can be…reckless with his words. I wanted to apologize on his behalf."

The actor seems to crowd you into the bar counter, propping himself up on the surface and resting his cheek on his knuckles.

You raise an eyebrow, a mixture of skepticism and curiosity dancing in your eyes. What the hell is even happening tonight? How do you even know who I am?

"Is he making you do this, or do you just really feel that bad for me, after watching your friend publicly humiliate my work?"

You wonder why he's not apologizing to the actors, to the director, or maybe he's already gone out of his way to do that already, in your absence. And then you think of Shoko and figure that's an unlikely case.

Suguru has paused as if weighing his words carefully. "A bit of both, maybe…"

He takes in your disheveled appearance and exasperated expression. You figure your makeup hadn't fared well after the first onslaught of tears at the award show. Despite a night of what you can only assume has only been full of drinking and partying – Satoru walked away with six awards – there isn't a hair out of place on Suguru. His long tresses swept back into a slick bun, Suguru manages to make even a custom tailor tux look effortless and easygoing. As he scans your face, you can only imagine what you must look like to him.

Your new companion gestures the bartender over.

"Whiskey?" he offers, as if it's a universal remedy for wounds inflicted by Satoru's sharp tongue

You wordlessly accept the offer with a nod. The pair of you sit in uneasy silence until your drink arrives. Taking a swig from the glass as the warmth of the alcohol courses through you, you find yourself at least a little less likely to send the next white-haired person you spot to high hell. Distantly, you think you hear your sound producer cackle with glee above the noise of the party, obviously a few drinks ahead of you since your retreat to the bathroom. You down your drink with a grimace. I need to catch up.

"Not a whiskey girl?" The actor beside you simpers. The pleasant buzz of liquor makes it a little less annoying when his shoulder bumps into yours.

You ignore the question, deflecting with one of your own. "So what, are you like his clean-up crew or something? Your boyfriend pisses somebody off and you…"

You gesture vaguely at his stance, his teasing smile.

"…charm my way into their panties?"

"I was going to say good graces, but I'm sure that works out fine for you too."

Suguru laughs into his glass, warm and genuine. He's so close, you can feel the way the sound rumbles through his chest. You blame the blood rushing to your cheeks on the drink. Begrudgingly, you can't help but grin a little too.

Not one to be put on the spot, you ask him how he knew your name and how he recognized you. Rather sheepishly, Suguru admits that the only reason Satoru knew of your short film was because of him.

"I was already watching it, but he came in on the other half and-,"

"You mean he didn't even see the whole thing?" Your exclamation comes out sounding more like a squawk, feeling the effects of your second glass. "You're not doing a very good job of defending his case."

When Suguru chuckles, the warm air brushes the tip of your ear from where he leans over you, no longer wanting to yell over the volume of the party. "Satoru is…he can be pretty opinionated."

You catch the hint of adoration in his tone as he speaks about the man and subconsciously lean away in an attempt to widen the space between you - trying to throw yourself a life raft. You think back to how he didn't deny it when you referred to Gojo as his boyfriend and feel an inkling of discomfort.

As if noticing your unease, Suguru leans against the wall behind him, and the conversation shifts from apologies to shared experiences – Suguru's tales of the ruthless film industry before he came to work with Gojo, your shared struggles of creative expression, and the thin line between success and failure, which seems to be the theme for the night.

The more Suguru talks, the more you find yourself lowering your guard. Throughout the night, you find yourself wanting to make him laugh and glow at the results. His smile humanizes him. Gradually, a mutual affinity begins to form between the two of you. A shared understanding that transcends the chaos of the party, stemming from your shared admiration of Gojo. A deep admiration, you explain to your new acquaintance as the party dies down a little, that makes his ruthless comments and public dismissal hurt more than any loss at an award show.

"I can't help but feel like I disappointed him, y'know?" You murmur, resting your chin on your free hand.

When a singular, long finger extends to tilt your head in his direction, you nearly jump back at Suguru's sudden proximity. The whiskey has you feeling loose and easily flustered and god, when did he get so close to your face?

His thumb brushes your lower lip, and he freezes you with that low-lidded gaze. This close, his cologne tickles your nose, pleasant and intoxicating. It's not hard to sense that something else prowls beneath his easygoing demeanor. Something predatory that itches to catch you in its maws.

"You did," says Suguru, and you purse your lips, eyes glued to the bar counter. "But I think we can fix that."

You laugh but don't bother asking him how. Gojo has made your place in this industry, amongst your peers, incredibly clear tonight.

He leans in, and again, you wonder where Gojo is.

The same thumb that had traced over your mouth now encourages your lips to free.

"He's not my boyfriend, y'know," Suguru murmurs.

You grin, somehow both feeling spiteful and as though you know better. "If you say so."

Your lips brush, and then Suguru is pressing you into the bar, one hand resting on your hip, the other on your chin, molding himself into you. His kiss is short and sweet and tastes like whiskey. He sighs into your mouth and you think you catch a hint of cigarettes and spearmint too. The actor's grasp on your chin is both tender and assertive. For a single moment, the world narrows down to the feeling of his lips on yours.

Until your phone vibrates violently in your pocket, startling you from Suguru's hold.

"Oh, shit," you fret, whipping out your phone to see the caller ID. "It's Shoko."

Before you answer, Suguru swipes the phone from your hands and lets it emit its final ring before opening the contacts on your phone. You watch in disbelief as he adds his number and then drops the device back into your open hands.

"When you're ready to earn your keep, call me,"

With a wink, he slinks into the remnants of the crowd, disappearing as though he were simply a figment of your imagination to begin with. Dumbfounded by what just transpired, you're slow to remember to call Shoko back, who is armed and ready to give you an earful once you finally do.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been blowing up your phone for the past thirty minutes, and Utahime is sick, and our ride is here, we need to go-,"

In the background, you think you can hear Utahime moan something about her stomach. You wince.

"Sorry," As you make your way toward the exit, you can't help but scan the crowd of retiring partygoers. "Someone wanted to apologize to me."

Shoko either doesn't hear you or doesn't care as she argues with her chauffeur over the correctness of your address, but promptly hangs up after a sharply delivered, "Hurry!"

There's a lightness in your step as you exit the hotel that wasn't there when you arrived. Emotionally and physically exhausted after tonight's conundrum, a smile dances on the edge of your lips when you think about the number on your phone.

You think you can accept that maybe you won't be receiving that apology in person, from the person that owes it to you the most. You can accept that if this is what you get in return.

A pair of brilliant blue eyes track your every move between the bar and the bathroom behind a precariously set pair of shades. Satoru watches with rapt curiosity from his section at the corner of the party. After the third time you had excused yourself from your cheerful crew and cast, he had pointed Suguru in your direction.

Throughout the night he had observed the dynamic between you and his best friend, not at all surprised when you're quick to fall for his charm. When Suguru bends to kiss you, Satoru takes his leave for the night, feeling thoroughly satisfied.

You didn't really know it yet, but you had something Satoru wanted. And he had every intention of getting it, even if it meant getting his hands a little dirty.

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A Whovian Watches Star Trek for the First Time: Part 095 - A fun day at the Zoo

Star Trek: The Original Series - Season 0 Episode 1 - The Cage

One final stop between Enterprise and discovery is the pilot of the Original Series which set a decade before the rest of of the original series. A few of you have already explained to me why, but I still think it's at least a little bit weird. But anyway, this is my first foray into 60's Trek, lets see how I get on.

We're not given much introduction to our new crew before this version of Enterprise encounters a distress signal from a ship that had to make a crash landing on an uninhabited planet. The signal however was sent a long time ago, so with no indication of survivors, the Captain, presumably the Captain Pike from the Spock Short Trek, decides to ignore it.

Also: Finally an explanation for what a Class M planet is! That phrase was used a few times in Enterprise, and now I'm happy that I know what it means beyond just something vaguely Earth-like.

Apparently, our Captain is considering resigning and has becoming jaded with the responsibility of captaining, which is an incredibly different outlook from Archer. Also the fact that the ship's Doctor doubles as a mixologist is hilarious to me, I hope he gets to stick around. As Captain Pike and the doctor finish having a heart to heart though, the Bridge crew find signs of survivors, so Enterprise enters Warp 7 (Seven!!!), and heads to Talos the rescue them.

A team of six is transported down to the planet for the rescue. The planet itself is a classic desert planet. bit of sand, some rocks, but this thing that stood out to me is it's done in a studio. I was expecting something equivalent to the Doctor Who Welsh Gravel Quarry method of creating an alien planet. That said, for 60's TV pilot, it looks great.

We find the survivors of the crashed ship, but appearntly the crew is being watched. Again, I'm impressed by the quality of the alien make up here. Perhaps 60's Who's shoestring budgets set my expectations of what 60's TV Sci Fi was visually capable of, but they look really good. They even look better than some Enterprise's less interesting designs. They've even got some kind of pulsing effect on heads, which looked amazing.

I really like they way Vina acts just acts really distant, like a scientist interacting with an object of study, but then starts going off about a secret, is unsettling is a really good way, although I kinda wish it was left to build a while longer. She leads Pike away, and then survivors just vanish and the Big Brained aliens kidnap the captain.

Pike then wakes up in a glass enclosure, like a Zoo, and is apprently due to be experimented on. From that concept, I thought the episode was going to be an exploration of humanity's relationship with animals, and there is some element of that, but the main focus is on Pike's character. The Aliens start projecting illusions of different scenarios into his mind, starting with the memories of his most recent mission.

It's really interesting to see Pike's thought process play out. He knows this is an illusion and until much later is under the impression that Vina is an illusion, but still fights the illusion to protect her, and I loved how he took apart what's happening as fight is happening. Probing why an illusion would be frightened.

I really like the Talosians as a concept for a species. A species that has all this power, but just uses it to sit around to get entertainment in false realities. And I love the way Pike is just quick to figure out their exact powers and limits. It's also just heartbreaking to see how broken on to the situation that Vina is. It was here that I also kind noticed a bit commentary on viewers relationship with TV through the Talosians, which is a great theme to explore, but kind of a bold choice for your TV Shows Pilot Episode.

Enterprise tries to transports down a small rescue party into the alien zoo, but the Talosians block everyone except the women, to give Pike a choice. Spock makes the decision to leave, but the Talosians seem to also shut down Enterprise's power, then start taking all information from Enterprise's database.

I absolutely loved this episode. It had a few 60's-isms, but I was expecting those. It's conclusion just being kind of "Wow Humans don't like being slaves" felt a bit rushed, it didn't seem like they really cared about that until the end, but I still enjoyed myself here. Pike was really the only cast member here who left any sort of impression on me, but I liked him for the most part.

Anyways, I start Discovery tomorrow, which different century, different crew and different ship. It'll my first delve into Star Trek's really recent stuff, minus the short treks yesterday, and I'm excited.

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