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staarboyyy · 6 months

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YAYYY YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

I was wondering if you could maybe write something about y/n being an apprentice and Hoffman flirts with them even knowing they are in a relationship with Amanda 😧 It goes on for a while and Amanda gets tired of it, gets really jealous and yells at Hoffman then takes y/n back to her room and… you know 🫣 NSFW, maybe slight choking if you don’t mind writing it (if not that is totally okay!) just some dirty talk here and there also for example: whenever Amanda catches Hoffman flirting with reader she whispers things into readers ear :) Thank you so much in advance!

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amanda young x gender neutral reader | specified anatomy

18+ characters / scenarios - minors dni

tags / warnings ; apprentice!reader, jealousy, amanda being a guard dog, anatomical terms for vagina, degradation, dubcon if u squint, biting, sadistmanda

summary ; amanda catches you and mark going over your lastet work.

word count ; 3.2k

a/n; sorry for the delay, i really loved this prompt and writing for the apprentice reader, they are so silly! please enjoy :D

Amanda had a bad feeling about Mark from the start. How could she not? She saw that wicked look in his eyes, that knowing spark every time he glanced at you while you sketched traps aimlessly. He knew that you weren't supposed to be anything more than teammates, but that didn't stop him from trying to turn it into something more - Something like what you and Amanda had. Mark had always been cold, bitter. He spoke the truth with no hesitation, taking in breaths with the intent to speak words meant to silence others in the room. He was a force to be reckoned with to most; And yet as he watched you from across the warehouse, his gaze was disturbingly ... Friendly. Seeing this did not just make Amanda angry, her gaze curiously stuttering past the dooframe just as Mark crossed the room toward you. He squared his shoulders, shoes thudding quietly against the cement floor as his eyes reached the sketchbook in front of you.

You had been drafting for some days - It felt strange, almost like having homework due. John was a tough judge, especially when the traps were made for a truly awful person; In truth you didn't want to dwell on the details of the man this trap was for. He had taken things from women that could never be given back to them, and that was enough to drive your sadistic spark. The spark that made John give a slight tilted grin, not speaking as he steadily nodded, studying your sketches. At first his silence worried you, but when your drafts ended up pinned to the wall near his desk, you took to planning more confidently. It seemed John wasn't the only one to take notice to your determination, your pencil coming to a sharp pause as Mark leaned the weight of his hip into the creaking metal table. His eyes were still lingering on the page, jaw shifting with a slightly tilted head, nearly perplexed at the scratched notes and crumpled discarded brainstorm pages. Not your fault your desk was cluttered. When the inspiration hits you, y'know?

"What is this?"

Mark asked quietly as he moved to grasp and hold up one of the crumpled sketches. It had been discarded because you accidentally drew it comically uneven and decided it was too time consuming to try and fix without a ruler on hand. Mark gave you a quizzical glance nonetheless, looking between you, the warped drawing, and the others on the sketchbook before you. You had originally planned to draw a second picture, a much less fucked up version with the same pose, but you got hung up on the details. A small laugh escapes your throat, lighting up the cold warehouse for a brief moment. Why did he take notice of the wrong sketch? And why did he have to remind you of it's existence? The small pursed smile pushed at the corners of your lips as gave a shake of your head.

"Bad proportions."

"I'll fuckin' say,"

Mark's response suprised you slightly, the way his tone so easily shifted from a cold demanding one to an almost playful chuckle. He gave a slight nod as he re crumpled the distorted sketch, eyes casting over his shoulder to locate the trash can and - Oh. There she was. Amanda stood slightly obscured by a stacked frame of chains, the light of the warehouse casting long shadows across her face. She could feel the distinct searing hot shaking in her fingertips; She had never seen Mark laugh, let alone smile. It left a harshly bitter taste in her mouth, shifting her shoulder to shrug past the hanging chains. Her body moved slow, steps quiet as she approached you and Mark with the stealth of a snake in high grass. Her dark eyes were still locked on Mark's, the way his free hand hovered over your shoulder, how he shifted his body to face yours, the smell of his subtle cologne brushing over your senses. Jealousy surged through Amanda's veins in chilling waves, goosebumps pricking the back of her neck, fingers clenching into fists, knuckles a bright white. No one could have you besides her, this was true. But Hoffman surely had to know exactly what he was doing.

Mark's eyes narrowed when they met Amanda's. He knew that look - An animal primed to kill, a woman who would cage herself over you in a storm of shattered glass without a second thought. He swore a flashing glint of red soared over Amanda's gaze, her attention faltering as it caught the sight of Mark's hand. In one moment, his palm had laid for perhaps half a second on your shoulder, and the next, a shadow cast over your sketchbook, a figure standing directly behind you.

You had grown used to Amanda's silence when walking around the warehouse, yet your body jolted with a sudden twist of fear, moving to turn towards the figure just as Mark pulled his hand away. Your hitching breaths relaxed as you caught sight of Amanda, your expression easing into a small smile. But when she did not return it, it faded from your lips. You immediately recounted the past few minutes - Surely there had been no reason to be angry with you. You've been working, and Mark's been... Ah. The dots connected then as you peered over toward the man beside you, then Amanda once again. The woman wet her lips slowly, tongue rolling over her bottom lip before speaking in a terrifyingly calm voice.

"Having fun?"

Amanda's gaze locked with Mark's, her thoughts flashing with an ugly picture of him with you. Mark shifted slightly, a frown tugging at the edge of his lips. He knew that look in Amanda's eyes. That possessiveness that bordered on insanity. She couldn't place if Mark even knew about her history with you - The countless times she'd press kisses to your cheek in passing, the brush of your thighs when you passed each other, your quiet desperate whispers in her ear promising to keep quiet if it meant she'd touch you. You belonged to her entirely, she was assured of that every waking moment of the day. Every time your bodies tangled together in bed, swimming amongst the sheets to get comfortable, taking in eachothers warmth and staying close, whispering sweet nothings. You were Amanda's everything. She'd flay anyone, any man that tried to ruin that.

"Having a blast." Mark speaks sarcastically, leaning once again against the rusting table, palms splayed over it behind him. "Our friend here was showing me some of their latest work, which I have to say seems promising."

Mark continues, not even looking at Amanda, instead focusing on your drawings. Amanda, for her part, remained motionless for a moment, her expression nearly unreadable, her breathing sharp and steady. Your face flushed, cheeks warming at the sight. In another world, you'd be terrified of that look. Primed to kill, stalking prey with the intent to ravaging it. Her fists curled tight at her side, mouth parted ever so slightly.

"Latest work?"

Amanda echoed, not missing a beat. She still had her eyes locked on Mark. There were no words there anymore, just unspoken emotions that Mark caught wind of almost immediately. He rolled his shoulders, feeling them tense up slightly. He should have known better than to cross claimed territory. That became only more apparent as Amanda's slow pace began once again, coming closer to you both until her hands could rest on both of your shoulders. Her hands were just abit smaller than Mark's, fingers slim and familiar, silver banded rings wrapping over them. They were familiar, warm as her thumbs swept over the backs of your shoulders. It comforted her having you in arms reach, especially with Mark so close by. Her grasp was ever so slightly too tight, fingers flexing over your shoulders as her head cocked, eyes still on Mark. She lifted her eyesbrows expectantly, chin jutting forward slightly, motioning the man to speak with an impatient expression.

"Tch,"

Amanda's possessiveness was so intense, you started to question if that was really a good thing - But the way her hands were now holding you, stroking your shoulder in a comforting caress? That was definitely worth the way Mark began to shift away from you both. There was no helping the way you bit your lip, trying to ignore the way your pulse was picking up pace by the second under Amanda's cold grasp. Her large scarred hands made you feel safe. Each arching scratch or healing nick on her finger tips had a story, one she would tell you with a lopsided grin, nearly bragging. She liked impressing you. Though, she'd never admit it to you without a myriad of stutters and flushed cheeks. Her presence made you feel warm, a space of safe welcoming heat in the middle of this seemingly endless freezing warehouse. You were so comfortable with her hands on your shoulders that you stopped wondering what Mark was feeling. Your gaze cast toward the sketches splayed over your desk, mind dwindling off into all different directions, all leading back to her. Mark was always cold. You and Amanda had something different - The way her breath caught in her throat as she realized you were starting to relax again, the way the fingers on your shoulder gripped tighter just for a moment before she pulled back, as if to assure you she'd be back in no time - you didn't even glance away as Mark's footsteps echoed away down a dingey hallway, presumably to leave for the night.

The feeling of your back hitting the lush mattress of Amanda's bed took the breath away, but how her hands kept your wrists pinned to the sheets made you gasp sharply. The palms pressed softly against your wrists, sending shivers rocketing up your spine, setting your every nerve on edge. Her dark hair curtained over you as her nails gently raked over your body - She cherished every inch of skin, biting her lower lip as her eyes watched you wryly, pinned underneath her. You didnt dare push past this to see through the pulsing haze that danced across your vision from the unexpected rough touch of the other. You tried to swallow your panic down, but nothing could be done to keep the soft whimper from escaping your lips; It pulled a low purr from the woman, tutting quietly before bringing an index finger to her lips, a motion to stay quiet. Amanda leaned down then, her whispered words catching the shell of your ear as she leaned more of her weight into you.

"Shh... You know exactly what you were doing. Don't try to fight me now."

Your eyes darted back and forth, body shivering with equal parts need and fear as she chuckled darkly. The sound was pillowed with a dark intent, lips moving to trace over the warm skin of your neck, lightly glazed with sweat. There was a moment where it felt like you were going to pass out from the thrill of being Amanda's plaything, but then her lips pressed gently against your throat, tethering your mind to focus on her. The way her tongue slid over the sensitive space of skin, teeth gently sinking down, reeling a quiet squeal from your chest. It only made her bite harder, though perhaps you knew that; Perhaps she was right. You wanted to play cat and mouse? So be it.

You squirmed at the slowly building pinch on your throat, back arching as arms fighting ever so slightly against Amanda's weight. After a long moment, the pain subsided, her tongue sweeping over the harsh bite before sitting up slightly. Her eyes were locked on yours, though she was clearly looking through you, to some private joke you were not exactly privy to. Her eyes slid down your body slowly, her left hand releasing one of your wrists to dive underneath your shirt. It seemed a dangerous gamble, taking the chance that she'd see your skin bare, chest rising and falling with frantic gasps of desire, like this. But then, Amanda had been a risk taker - And in this moment, there was nothing more you wanted, those poisonous moments where every sensation she caused seemed to leave a permanent mark on your body and mind. She molded you, carved you like granite as she palmed your chest greedily, one of her legs shifting to spread your own. Her knee pressed lightly against your clothed heat, applying slight varying pressure with a watchful eye; She always loved to see exactly what made you tick. What made your back arch and breath hitch with a carnal spark. She craved to have that practiced to a muscle memory, to turn you mindless in the palm of her hand whenever she chose fit.

"God you're sick huh?

You tried to say something in defense, maybe even a witty quip to get her to smile again. You loved when she smiled in moments like this; Between the passion, the rough bites and harsh words - It was nothing less than love. She knew how much you adored her like this. Dominant, protective, trigger happy with anybody who dared get too close to you. But you were breathless, body shuddering with the pleasure her touch brought. You were at your most vulnerable underneath the woman; Even with no way out, you could think of nothing better than being right where you were. Not much else mattered except for the feeling of both her hands sweeping back down your chest and stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. It wasn't until her finger tips hooked around your belt loops that your dazed eyes focused. Her fingers were slim, scarred, veins lacing over the back of her large hand and muscular forearm. She pulled away your pants with a bite of her lip, kicking them away with distinct impatience; She wanted to taste you.

The cold air chilled your lower half as she worked at your jeans, a soft chuckle following as her finger tips glided over your hips, dipping into the waistband of your underwear. She took more deliberate care with these, her fingers finding the exact mark in the fabric to pull them down, leaving you fully exposed. She wasted no time in exploring the full breadth of your bare front, leaning slightly downward to press soft kisses along the hard pulse of your left thigh. It was maddening, feeling the woman in her element as she lavished attention on your vulnerable skin, biting like a starving animal; Arousal spun your mind, her hot breath and desperate tongue so close to your needy cunt.

You couldn't think through the fog in your mind - Only feel. Only see. Her fingers danced across your skin in search of its most sensitive areas, leaving strewns of light bruises on the soft of your thighs. Hands swept over your thighs with surprising gentleness, positioning your legs to rest on her wide shoulders. She didn't let them linger there, letting go to slip those same palms over your ass, pulling you closer to her with yet another dark snicker. The air in your chest seemed to catch fire when she spoke, her whispered breath causing your hips to sutter forward, whimpering needily.

"I haven't even touched you yet... You think Mark could make you this fucking pathetic?"

It was a sharp question, despite being spoken in one of the softest tones you've ever heard from the woman - She gave you no time to answer, let alone recover before letting her tongue dip firmly into the space she whispered into.

“You're mine,” She murmured, letting her senses all fall away from her head, her spiraling thoughts. She was quick to pull your legs apart from one another, letting his tongue ease over your cunt, starting down firmly at the base, one of her thumbs moving to spread you open gently, to let all her have complete access to you. You gasped sharply, instinctively trying to close your thighs at the sudden electric euphoria lashing at your senses. Yet when her teeth grazed over your clit, your breath hitched tightly in your chest, gazing down at her working at your cunt with the desperation of a starved animal. A groan vibrated into your heat, and you let your head fall back, propping yourself up with her elbows as beads of sweat rolled over your temples. Your eyebrows knitted together, one of your hands reaching to the back of Amandas head, hoping for everything that she wouldn’t stop no matter what you said.

“Fuck - 'Manda!”

You strained the words, your hips shaking slightly as Amanda pulled your clit firmly between her lips, the fingers once used to hold you down had been moved to ease into your cunt, her index and middle fingers sliding in with little resistance. You felt so full just from the pair of fingers, and when she curved them upwards, you could feel your thighs trembling, biting your bottom lip. The quickening tips of her fingers reached that perfect spot, the one that you could barely reach by yourself. You tossed your head over the sheets, your fits gripping the blankets beside you so tightly you could feel your fingernails digging into the palm of your hand. Amandas tongue worked wonders over the small area, her fingers keeping the repetitive motion inside of you; You felt a small fire start to rise in your lower stomach, spiking up into your veins, clouding your vision with stinging tears - Your body screamed for release, your moans aimless, begging Amanda not to stop.

Your squeals always seemed to motivate her more than anything else. Amanda used her free hand to pull one of your legs up onto her strong shoulder, leaning herself deeper into you - So willing to make you come undone just from her fingers and tongue alone. A smile reached over her lips as she pulled her mouth from you, her fingers not wavering.

“That's it...” She murmured, her dark eyes piercing deep into yours, expression contorting, able to see you finally cum around her thick fingers. Your eyes watered with the immeasurable amount of pleasure that reigned over your senses, head spinning, saliva falling from your bottom lip. Amanda shuddered out a sigh at the sight of your twitching heat, her thumb rubbing over your senstive clit harshly now, post orgasm. This caused you to try and pull away once more, head shaking instinctually. The sensitivity was too much for you, a strangled sounding out cry made Amanda chuckle casually, her teeth now nipping at the insides of your thighs as you rode out your forcefully coaxed orgasm.

When Amanda removed her fingers, she eased her tongue over them, humming with approval, eyes not leaving your dazed expression. She let your trembling leg slide off her shoulder as the air filled with your unsteady gasps, hardly able to put words together as the woman before you moved to sit on the bed beside you - You tried to move, lifting your shakey hand, finger tips numb from your shallow breaths, yet Amanda shook her head and returned your hand back in place. You needed rest, even as she pulled you into her arms and wrapped her thick quilt over your shoulders, keeping you in her lap while she gingerly offered you water and pecking your cheeks and head with kisses. Amanda would spoil you until the end, even if it meant reminding you exactly who you belonged to every once in a while.

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catboymoments · 6 months

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hey I just wanna say that your one comic about hunter talking about his sexual trauma with camila was really cathartic for me. I don't really know how to say it without sounding weird? I really hope this doesn't sound weird. just,, thank you dude, there's so little representation for complicated sexual trauma Anywhere and I genuinely did not realize a lot of the shit talked about in that comic that wasn't just a me thing. so, thanks. I really hope this isn't weird or overstepping.

Wah thank you! It’s not weird I promise. The fic the comic was based on is a great read and it’s ongoing so I’d encourage people to check it out (link)

I have some complicated sexual trauma that I don’t wanna go into publicly. But being able to kinda. Project and relate my experiences through a character in a way that I hadn’t been able to do before has been really healing for me and has helped me broaden my horizons with the kind of content I write about,,, yayyy

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jadenvargen · 1 year

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Came here to say that I’m so delighted and excited to see Oil! fanart!!! I never predicted or imagined someone else would be drawing and thinking about these characters too... Your comic with Eli was incredible! It’s one of my favorite scenes in the book... I’ve been giggling and clapping my hands like a seal irl at everything. The way you draw the poses, characters, and expressions is lovely.

yayyy haha❤️❤️❤️i’m so glad u like it! the book characters are soo funnnnn glad u are likeminded. me and my friends had real good fun this winter reading the play version of the book and it’s driving me a little bonkers. So much fun!!! still thinking about this part LMAO illumination dance party ending

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ezradogteeth · 7 months

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heyo james, I've got a question for ya :) (pls feel free to not answer if it's too personal!)

So, I've finally started making calls to get top surgery, and I was really excited! like wow this thing I've been looking forward to for years is finally gonna happen, i'll get to wear shirts without having to constantly think about how i look, etc.

but then I started thinking more about it (i guess because its becoming more Real?), and I'm more conflicted about getting rid of my chest. like, hairy tits go kinda hard actually, and like sensory wise they are fun for stimming. plus i feel INFINITE BUTCH SWAG with them. if it was just me by myself forever, I feel like I could be happy with them, but I also find myself yearning for like, being able to be shirtless in public and also having a smooth surface to run my hands down. stuff like that. (also especially the "not worrying about how I look when i put on a t-shirt thing)

so here's my question: I remember you making a comic about how happy you were to have had top surgery, even if u still missed your old chest sometimes, or felt conflicted about it. what do u miss about your old chest? do you ever feel dyphoric with ur current chest? if u have any other insights or things to say, pls do

(p.s. i am considering non-flat surgery, but i don't know how i feel abt that yet because currently I think it'd be the worst of both worlds for me. i don't think the results would be what i actually want: flat chest that's just slightly rounded across the whole thing so it's soft and kinda andro looking)

hi moth yayyy so exciting!! ty for ur question!! longish answer so its under the cut

first i wanted to say that when i first decided to look into having top surgery, after my consultation, i got wigged out and decided to hold off on it for a while. talking to the surgeon made me Really understand that it is a major surgery and everything that entails. a lot of it freaked me out and i ended up deciding to go for it almost a year after that, and i'm glad i took that time to reconsider.

second, i totally relate to the butch swag thing and sensory thing. since having top surgery i've seen a lot more art and photos and people irl who are transmasc/genderqueer with boobs, much more than i did pre-op, and it makes me feel very happy and i wish i saw more of it back then bc it wouldve made me feel a lot better.

i do think that inherently, i would have been able to make peace with my body as is and not had surgery. i was never super dysphoric about my chest and i liked having partners who found it attractive. like you said, if it was just me by myself, or if i was only ever around people who wouldn't see me having boobs as contradictory to me passing as male, i wouldn'tve minded as much.

but unfortunately it doesn't exist in a vacuum like that. the body is a public form, it's how you engage with the world. similar to what you said, i wanted to be able to be shirtless, not wear a binder, be able to pass sometimes, etc. i also wanted the sensory experience of like, laying down flat on my chest, or running without breasts moving which was always uncomfortable for me esp since i hated wearing bras.

i don't feel dysphoric about my current chest, it's more like a passing wistfulness for how my chest used to be or would've been now if i hadn't had surgery. sometimes it's just the feeling of absentmindedly holding my own boob i miss lol. since i had surgery pretty young there's things i feel like i might've missed out on. i live in a wayyy more transsexual ass place now where it's way more normal for a man to have, and show off, breasts, and for it to be attractive, and not negate his identity at all. and i think i would've slayyed like that. alas! on the day to day though, i've also been working more physical jobs where i want to pass as male, so binding would have been very uncomfortable and i'm glad i don't have to do it. and i get a ton of euphoria from being flat chested, and i'm lucky to be around people who find post-op transmasc chests cool and attractive. as much as i liked having partners be attracted to my chest pre-op, i've also learned that there Are people out there who find flat chests just as attractive, and i love having partners who are attracted to the masculinity of my body, because previously i'd often felt like i had to be feminine to be attractive

and re: a non-flat surgery option, i do think it's something to look into! i never really considered it cuz for me it wasn't really the size of my chest that mattered, more like entirely having breasts or not, and i didn't want to go thru the whole ordeal of surgery just to be dysphoric again or end up wanting to get a flat chest later on - though many people do get a reduction/semi-flat surgery and later have full top surgery and it's totally cool!!!

feel free to send a follow up if i didn't answer something in particular or you want me to elaborate on anything ^_^

#top surgery #transition

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sporkberries · 1 year

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Do you have any Huntress/Helena Bertinelli issue or comic run recs? 👉👈 you have infected me with helena brainrot (positive)

So There are a two ways I can answer this question, the way i did previously with just the comics I'd recommend to get started or a full timeline for her- This time ill go with the full timeline. If you just wanna dip your metaphorical toes in the water check out this post, if you want to read her story from start to finish this is the post for you.

FIRST SOME CONTEXT ON HELENA BERTINELLI'S CHARACTER CREATION. Pre Crisis on Infinite Earth's there was a character known as Helena Wayne, she was the daughter of Earth Two's Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle and was The Huntress. She was fairly popular but the whole uhh massive crisis event erased her from continuity. The problem was people still wanted Huntress she was a recognizable name and also just people liked her so Helena Bertinelli was created. Despite sharing a first name and a superhero name Helena B and Helena W are INCREDIBLY different characters in personality and just.. in like every conceivable way. Alrighty now lets get started, Helena Bertinelli makes her first ever appearance in The Huntress(1989) I really like this comic run. It's pretty intense dealing with both CSA as well as SA but i think it does it pretty respectfully and well. Overall I really like this comic, that being said the art is a bit... rough, so i understand not wanting to read it. The Huntress(1989) 'era' of Helena ends with Justice League International Special 2, which btw if anyone has an actual good scan of this please let me know because my scan is ASS Then we got Detective comics #652-653 which has Helena's new costume and a team up with B-Man himself. Now its time for Robin III: Cry Of the Huntress- This is the first Helena and Tim team up!! I love them so much they r so silly so I consider this book required reading, also Helena has an awful mullet it's amazing Helena also has another story with Tim around this time in Benedictions which is a three part story in Dc Showcase 1994 # 5, Robin(1993) #6 , Showcase #6. Azrael is also running around as Batman during this so thats fun and quirky(i like azbat okay)

Next is Dixon's Helena with Huntress(1994) ERMM this is a comic that exists. It has some panels I like but i don't think its required reading it's uhh... Dixon!! and WOagh no wayyy another tim team up its almost like they are siblings bffs 5ever this is crazy Detective Comics #685-686 and Robin #17 also sidenote i like Lynx's 90's design a lot sighh Next is a string of complicated and long story lines. With Batman Contagion, Batman Legacy, Batman Catacylsm, and Batman No Man's Land. Also she gets her best outfit here yayyy :). Now parsing through all this stuff I don't really care that much about Batman: Legacy and I'm not gonna lie to you and say I've read Contagion in it's entirety because I haven't. Just know that Gotham gets hit by a mutated ebola virus and it sucks and is bad for everybody sjdkfbasdkg. Also again cool new Helena outfit top ten epic moments. Before all the No Man's Land stuff there is Birds Of Prey: ManHunt and Nightwing/Huntress. I do not like the latter and have no strong opinion on the former other than it's the start of a long line of Babs treating Helena like shit. ManHunt does have Dinah and Helena interactions though so :) yippeee Almost forgot this but Read Detective Comics #703 its a really cute Helena and Tim story read it right now thank you XOXOOXO I consider Cataclysm and No Man's Land, No Man's Land especially, CRITICAL HELENA READING. HELENA IS SO GOOD IN NML OH MY GOD. Cataclysm is kinda the set up to No Man's Land and also has a cool Helena/Steph teamup in Blunt Trauma. But No Man's Land is where the really juicy stuff is. I'm not really gonna say what specific issues Helena shows up in because you should really read all of or most of No Man's Land as its not only an important Helena story but THE MOST IMPORTANT Gotham story(in modern times anyway). I read the 5 trades but I've heard good things about the Omnibus as well. If you need further help with No Mans Land and how to read it just shoot me an ask or smth. READ NO MAN'S LAND Okay now after NML Huntres Joins the Justice Leauge of America in JLA #16. I have not read all of Helena's JLA stuff so i cant really comment on it I'm a failure sorry... NOW FOR THE RUCKA STUFF GREG RUCKA LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!!! So First check out Batman Chronicles #15, it's not all Helena but it does have a Helena story which is her first meeting with The Question so erm go read that !!! Now time for one of my fave huntress stories, Batman/Huntress: Cry For Blood. THIS STORY IS SO FUCKING GOOD. It does retcon Helena's previous backstory which i have mixed opinions on but the new backstory is far from bad and also its just soosososo good i love greg rucka so much go read it right fucking now. Now I have bad news for you gamers. We have the Hush storyline wherein Jim Lee introduced the dreaded Helena Ab Window. Hush is generally pretty good but that outfit is uhhh an outfit!! she starts showing up in Batman #609 Generally speaking I do like this storyline so I would recommend the whole thing. Helena regularly starts appearing as a main character in Birds Of Prey at issue 56. Birds Of Prey IS a mixed bag but most of Helena's appearances from here on are in there so... Be prepared for a healthy dose of sexism though. Outside of BOP check out The Question: Pipelines which is a story in Detective Comics 854-864 written by love of my life Rucka of course. Helena is not in the whole thing but its a good story and her and Renee are a great Duo so I recommend it. While your out it also check out both issues of The Question: Convergence. Also written by Rucka and featuring Helena, its good :). Now I did leave some shit out like Battle for the Cowl but thats because I dont like battle for the cowl and also I don't think Helena is very central in those stories so TA DAA here is my list enjoy anon sorry for any spelling errors Tutorial on how i read comics safely

#this whole list is all post crisis/new earth btw #tw csa mention #long post #helena bertinelli #dc #huntress #reading guide #spork says stuff

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jakxdafreak · 1 month

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Here's a log now! A REAL Log, one of an AU known as MARTYR. It's a oneshot, with only two characters at the moment, but a nice story with a bit of HUB influence. Imma copy paste stuff from Discord as a transfer of notes, so yayyy. TW// S/H MENTION scattered throughout the log (I don't know how to spoiler info in Tumblr kms-)

This is Goat Man. Or MARTYR/M!Azazel. He's from Raph (rthe_artist).

And he's a Oneshot character, which means that he's in a Dimension with not enough developed characters to warrant a fully developed AU.

He's a hemomancer angel, so he uses blood magic and whatnot.

However, Michael chained him to a mountain and tasked him with "purifying the city" with his blood, so he had to harvest his own blood for rituals and whatnot to do around the city below the mountain.

And thus was the Angel's life, tasked with cutting his own flesh to harvest to blood for Michael.

In reality, Michael didn't even need the blood. He just wanted Azazel too weak to go against the City.

And he sorta gave Azazel this scapegoat complex that he HAD to do this because this was his purpose, and without this, he'd be useless.

And due to the chain on his leg and his malformed hoof, he BELIEVES himself unable to escape.

The chain is somewhat true. It's cursed in such a way where Azazel can't break through it. But he's strong enough to resist. he just... doesn't.

And so for many years, maybe even decades, Azazel sat there, at the top of the mountain

No food, no water, no interaction other than Michael berating his every move, cutting his flesh so he can harvest his own blood for rituals he doesn't even know of, or even exist. ____________________________________ Sometime ago, the HUB got access to Raph's Realm. This led to the MAINTAINRs going in to schout the area.

Dio and Gecc (the lil gecko guy handing Azazel the bandage) went into MARTYR for an expansion check because Raph's OCs (Realm) is relatively new, so they have to explore it.

And Dio just decided... In the most "Dio" fashion ever ... To climb the damn mountain and meet Azazel up there.

And just give him a sandwich. And just chat with him.

The only semblance of kindness Azazel has seen in many years.

And Dio sorta... goads Azazel to try and resist Michael for once.

That maybe... there's a life outside this prison here that he should try and strive for.

I tend not to interject with comics, but I just particularly like this portion of it. Cause Azazel's COVERED in wounds, like everywhere in his body there's healing and fresh cuts. He's never had anyone tend to him, he doesn't even tend to himself since he's the one cutting his own flesh to get the blood.

But this random ass dude hands him a sandwich. And chats with him for a bit. And this stupid ass gecko hands him a bandaid that WILL IN NO WAY COVER ANY OF HIS WOUNDS.

They don't know anything about Azazel yet they choose to help. But it's just this... kind gesture. This small thing from these two strangers.

It fills him with something. Hope.

Resistance. __________________________

When Dio talks to Azazel, he mentions how the chain binds him to the mountain, so Dio says that he can find something to break it!

Dio goes down the mountain, and he's gone for quite a while, but Azazel waits patiently still.

He hears the clanking of the ladder, his ears perk up

But it's not Dio.

It's Michael.

He's come to collect the city's sacrificial blood once more.

However, Azazel, wrought with conflict and emboldened by Dio's words before... He decides to fight back, if not a little.

Since he's a Hemomancer, he can use blood to his advantage. He begins controlling the blood from his body and from the surrounding ground into these construct weapons. A However, Michael's words are sharp, and his tongue is laced with silver and venom. He begins barking at the angel, whittling away at his fortitude.

And Dio appears, tired from the climb up the mountain, to meet the both of them in a conflict. Michael begins to bark his dogma at Dio. Telling him how Azazel is this useless, corrupt monster who deserves this fate, who NEEDS this fate. He needs to suffer. It's his purpose, it's his life. How DARE he challenge what he was MADE for. It wears at Azazel's mind, he begins to falter.

And it seems... for a fleeting moment, Dio agrees. And it seems to break Azazel's resolve. The constructs he made of blood fall back onto the earth in great splashes of crimson filth. It seems Michael has won. But Dio's a bit of a jackass. He mocks Michael a bit. Lifts the axe he brought up the mountain over his shoulder...

And breaks the chain holding Azazel in two. Thus breaking the seal keeping him on the mountain. He's free.

Dio goads Azazel to fight back, something the angel had been waiting for years to do. Azazel turns around towards the terrified priest. Without his cunning word, he looks weak, pathetic. The blood on the ground begins to shake and reform, pool into monstrous construct formations once more. And well. We know how this ends.

Azazel and Michael fly off the mountaintop. And Dio needs to rest before getting off the mountain. Because he's a sick boi and exercise is hard.

__________________ Once Dio climbs off the mountain, he sees Azazel sitting near the end of the ladder. Seems he did decide to stay and talk to Dio once last time.

Turns out, he bought himself some time to escape the City grounds by ripping Michael into five pieces and throwing them across the forest, so it'd take him much longer to revive. And once he would be revived, Azazel would be long gone.

It seems he's lost however, because he had never expected himself to be free from the chains of the mountain. Now that he was actually at that point... he had no idea what to do next. Dio, thinking back on the conversations they had on the top, realized something. Azazel had mentioned before that he used to be a farmer before he was captured by Michael. Maybe he could get back to it again? Dio suggests it, and Azazel... seems to take it!

And with that, Dio and Gecc disappear, not even giving Azazel his name. ______________ A week later, during a maintenance check, MN!Airin (an OC from Aron) recorded a report showing Azazel in a much healthier state than before. He had gone very far away from the City and the Mountain and now resides in a large plot of farmland he now tends to. He also seems to have recovered much of his body mass, and his wounds have healed except for around his wrists, which he seems to have roughly bandaged. Seems he's still using hemomancy to create tools that he can use to farm like he used to do back then. Old habits die hard. And now he lives in peace!... for now. Happy ending for the Goat Man. :>c This Oneshot AU was fun, I liked it! Now I can keep it in the logbooks yayyyy.

#TW S/H mention #Raph OC #Jakx OC #Aron OC #MARTYR!#Oneshot AU #M!Azazel #E!Dio #Gecc #MN!Airin #AU-Log #First log... for now. Whoo! That was fun. Long tho.

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vicknit · 1 year

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LITTLE THINGS I LIKE TO BELIEVE ABOUT THE TEEN TITANS (‘03 show & comics based)

- Robin pays for damages caused by fights and villains with money from Batman and the team set aside two days a month to go help out cleaning the city and doing community service. It just always pisses me off when superheroes think work like that is too lowly for them bc they’re always fighting villains (and causing lots of collateral damage in the process)BUT PEOPLE DONT HAVE TO FIGHT TO BE HEROES 🤬🤬🤬

- Beast Boy has an overbite

- Doom patrol never really prioritized his education, at least not mento, so BB really only got a 3rd grade education before switching over to full time training

- Batman owns so many industries so why wouldn’t he own some sort of school district or academic program? I’m thinking he owns some online schooling services and Robin convinced him to let the Titans do self paced online courses to at least get their high school diploma

- ^^^ HOWEVER, there’s an initial placement test you have to take to determine your starting grade level. Cyborg is pretty much on track, a little advanced actually, and just needs to finish 12th grade before applying for some online college courses. (Major: Physiology, Engineering, or computer science). Starfire is a little behind but Tamaranian education is remarkably similar to Earth so she’s only behind by about a grade and a half. Raven is a similar case though she proves herself to be extremely smart and eventually works herself to her appropriate grade, and then beyond :D yayyy raven!!! Robin already got his high school diploma. Beast Boy, however, is wayyy behind :( he placed at 5th grade but struggled so much initially that he had to be moved to 4th grade instead. School is a huge struggle for him and he honestly hates how dumb he feels in the virtual classroom. Angst potential!!! But Robin helps him when he can and tries to build his confidence

- Ok so I think Mento & Rita were married, had a divorce due to a falling out but remained a team, then remarried sometime after the events of Homecoming. Just imagine all the titans getting dressed up and dapper for the wedding!!! Beast boy is the ring bearer!!! They all oversleep and end up losing their damn minds trying to get ready in time!!! Raven and starfire have to do each other’s makeup!! Beast boy gets ready the fastest and is assigned to make everyone breakfast but it all gets burnt so they get McDonald’s on the way and its hilarious!!!

- Remember how BB begged to do Boy Scouts but ended up having mento pick him up in the middle of the night from camp???? I wonder whyyyyy hmmmm (intense discrimination and bullying) hmmmm

#teen titans #dc teen titans #pt. 2 in the works #I just hold them close to my heart #they are dear to me #sillies #beast boy #Robin #dick grayson #2003 teen titans #dc #headcanon

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zrofi · 4 months

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Emo and popular girl besties🫶 (River is the left one and Jessica is the one on the right side)

Two of (lots of) my ocs. I wanted to draw them for a while and finally got the time and energy to do it yayyy

I'm in the process of making a story which will hopefully turn into a comic/ graphic novel when I improve my currently-not-so-good digital art skills. This idea of a comic with a plot set in some kind of an apocalyptic world has been in my mind since middle school but it never actually got out of there and I'm trying to change that

I have most of the characters, main story, subplots, etc. already figured out but I don't want to just dump it here way too fast so uh yeah that's it I guess? Like share subscribe

#digital drawing #oc art #original charater art #original character #my ocs <3 #ocs #original characters #female oc #river #jessica #my art 2023 #digital art #gb

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suhmayzooka · 1 year

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Helena Bertinelli? (For the random character hc thingie)

YAYYY okay some hc/opinions

HEADCANONS:

now i haven;t read every helena appearance so idk if any of these are actually canon, but here we go:

as a pianist, one of the highest honors i can bestow onto any character is the ability to play piano. she learned because idk rich mafia family made their daughter learn, so at first playing is something that brings back traumatic memories. eventually, the birds of prey learn that she can play and they (especially dinah) encourage her to play for them! dinah duets <3

also based on that epic scene in batman: brave and the bold i HC that she’s a pretty good singer. obv dinah is the Singer singer of the group, but like when she’s singing while helena’s playing, helena will also sing with her <3

she has a cat in rebirth. this i acknowledge as canon. i headcanon she adopts even MORE.

one of my ideal team ups is between helena, kate kane (apparently they did in the modern comics that i’m not reading), and renee montoya, and at some point in this team up they kind of become a polyamorous trio, though they don’t really label or acknowledge it ?? kate and renee are together and helena just joins in idk

going off that, i headcanon helena as bisexual, but due to how she grew up she never really had the chance to date women or really acknowledge it. iF ONLY because of this one scene where she like. flirts? with talia al ghul during the legacy arc. it was hot. before that obv i had to imagine helena’s sapphic because projection beacon but that moment solidified it. also dinahelena <3 and helenazinda though i don’t see as many ppl talk abt helenazinda (or zinda at all)

i’m a traditional archer, i don’t know anything about crossbows. archers don’t really consider crossbows to be real archery (it’s more like a gun), but i have no idea whether most crossbow users think they’re archers or better than archers or what. due to her friendship with dinah, and remember when helena slept with roy i remember lol, i like to imagine she occasionally will shoot with members of the arrowfam (though neither helena nor any of queen’s brood consider the other like, a True Archer. they don’t hold any animosity or jealousy or think they’re superior, they’re all deadly in their own way.) (traditional archers can feel the same about compound bows too, i’ve never seen any of the arrowfam use a compound bow though so maybe they’re all just purists lol)

i feel like every comic makes her teach a different subject, so i like to imagine she’s a middle school english teacher. it fits with how fast she and 13yo tim bonded. the outsiders, of mice and men, a midsummer night’s dream, and a raisin in the sun are her favorite books on the curriculum; outside of school, she reads mystery series to take her mind off everything.

OPINIONS:

i..... ship postcrisis dick/helena DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT but like they're so much fun, they're literally the epitome of belligerent sexual tension and i just think it's funny. i hate nightwing/huntress (the comic) though bc i felt it reduced helena to being much more brutal and much less intelligent than she actually is (and dick was like weirdly naive about things? guess no one was safe) and all the weird subsequent slutshamingish vibes between helena & babs afterwards. do i think they’d be in a long term relationship? no. do i think they could’ve been a lot of fun for both dick and helena’s character development if they were handled by a ....better writer....? absolutely.

grrr i haven't read her stuff post rebirth, all i know is that NML is now canon (somehow? where did cass come from now idk?), and that helena has powers?? she can see from other people's eyes now. personally if i were to give her a power, it would be something like clear sight, the ability to not be deterred or affected by magical illusions

speaking of NML. while i personally don’t like the idea of the Bat being a legacy mantle to pass down (don’t get me wrong one of my fav eras is dick!batman) i do think that helena should be in the running to be in control of gotham, just as much as, say, dick and cass. must she don the Bat mantle to do so? no that’s one of my least favorite things abt batman comics and why i think knightfall fucking suckedddd how but whatever this isn’t the place

i don’t think she should pass on the huntress mantle or take on a sidekick. i think she loves kids too much and part of her becoming both the huntress and the teacher ms bertinelli is to ensure kids are protected; even her interactions with tim are like her being a big sister and not like a guardian

i absolutely love how she compartmentalizes “helena” and “huntress” as two different people in her mind, with each side of her existing to do what the other side can’t

i love that she’s a teacher. like normally idgaf about what a hero’s day job is, but teaching gives her this whole extra layer of caring for children. like the part in contagion when she, as huntress, goes out to save one of her students? amazing

i have no idea why DC hasn't capitalized on her more. like. daughter of a mafia don makes it her mission to destroy the mafia. people love mafia movies. tarantino. a huntress movie could easily be a blockbuster, but after seeing that birds of prey "crossbow killer" i want nothing. the best huntress movie lives in my head and it will stay there i hate the DCEU so much how do you fuck up all these characters and storylines so badly

i want that witch lady? fortune teller? i forgot her name, the one from huntress 1989. yeah i want her and helena to be friends. usually i don't really like gotham-based vigilantes (especially if they have any connection to The Batman) to interact with magical stuff, but i think that lady served a really interesting purpose in the 1989 comic especially since so much of the focus was unfortunately on violence against women. LA BRUJA that's her name yeah

okay somewhat connected to ^^ i found huntress: year one to be really... weirdly preachy and sexist???? i read it all in one go and immediately had to go clear my head, but IIRC there were all these allusions to the fact that helena is a huntRESS because she's a WOMAN and she's BETTER THAN EVERYONE. a lot of the sexism seemed forced, like something you’d see in a kids’ program about sexism. and then helena like monologuing about how much she hates wearing dresses... it was all very surface level. like i remember thinking it was so interesting that a comic from 1989 dealt with sexism much more sensitively than something from the 21st century, but i've noticed a lot of older DC comics are somehow more progressive than everything afterwards (c.f. the character assassinations to roy, talia, koriand'r, any other woman connected to The Bat, ....) shame bc i love the art style in this comic so much. ah well.

yeah!!! ty so much for asking i’m constantly rotating helena in my mind <3

send me a character for a random headcanon/opinion

#laurie-juspeczyk #helena bertinelli #dc #asked #lynxreadscomics

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