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tenpintsofsundrop · 9 months

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was it just me or was the ending to titans...shitty a little silly.

for someone who hyper fixated on that show for so long, I was kind of disappointed in the ending.

(side note- sorry i'm like in ur ask box every two seconds I just have a lot to say😭😭)

I have to agree with you omg

also don't apologize for sending me messages!!! I love talking about this stuff!!

But like okay I have an entire rant brewing just about the concept of - found family splitting up after they are 'done' with each other??? Like how is that a happy ending??

Like going through the ending:

Jason ends up alone.

Gar ends up alone.

Rachel goes to university - and yes, it looks like she has a lot of friends, but she's an orphan and she just lost the one chance she had at having a biological brother and there is no explicit depiction of her living with Dick and Kory - so her 'independence' is code for her being 'alone'.

Conner does get to meet up with Superman, but there is nothing to say that he is living with the guy or that there's any true parental aspect to the mentor relationship like Conner always wanted. (Because Conner wanted a father, he didn't just want a mentor. And the closest thing he ever had to that was Dick.) So we don't know what his emotional state is actually like.

And the only people who aren't totally alone are the ones who are in traditional romantic couples - which puts a weird emphasis on romantic connections instead of the family or friendship dynamic?

Tbh, I think it would have even been nice if there was a clip of Tim bringing Bernard back to visit his very much alive and well blood related family in Gotham, showing that they are still important to him.

It's so funny, because Dick and Kory got such a romcom ending, and it seems like DickKory fans are convinced that the entire show was written around that ending - no it wasn't. It's just very easy to put a het couple together in the end and hint at them having a baby and call it a happy ending. Like if you think that Dick and Kory would just buy a house off in the burbs somewhere and be peaceful and Dick wouldn't be breathing down Rachel's neck checking on her and Kory wouldn't have to move every few weeks because she'd blow up the neighbours if they put their trashcans in the wrong place - they would not have a cute and peaceful life. Nah.

But like - I am just annoyed that they have to part ways because there is no longer danger to defeat. Why can't they stick together and continue being a family even when the world is safe?

It feels like such a boring and like way too typical idea of a 'happy ending' where each character has to get their own individual happy ending rather than all of them being happy together.

So, here's my ending (like a 'money is no object, all the actors are no busy that day' fantasy ending);

They move back to San Francisco and re-open the Tower and it actually goes well this time. They use it as a place to take in misfit kids who need their help (just like Dick did for Rachel) and they all act as mentors for those kids.

Conner has an active mentor relationship with Superman, but he still has the ongoing support of the family he has always known. Rachel can balance a life of 'being normal' and going to a 'normal' university, but she can still use her newfound powers to help people (if she wants).

Gar spends regular periods of time meditating in the Red to help the welfare of animal kind, but he is always there at family dinners, and when there is animals in danger, he has the team as back-up to help rescue them. He doesn't do it alone. Tim and Bernard have an ongoing relationship; Bernard is outfitting the entire Tower with STAR Labs technology (as an excuse to work with the team) and Tim is continuing his training under Dick's supervision.

The last scenes of the episode would be:

They turn on the news and see that Dove and Wonder Girl have formed a new team, and they have just taken down an international crime ring operating out of Paris (because Dawn can't resist sticking her nose in fishy business and she called Donna when she needed help). Ultimate girl duo.

And one of the last scenes would be - Jason knocking on their door, apologizing, and asking if he can be welcomed back to the team - because he stumbled on a case that's too big for him to handle on his own, and he needs help. Him coming full circle from the Doctor Light storyline, fully maturing, acknowledging that he truly needs the Titans to back him up and he can't always do it on his own.

They accept him back with open arms, they all give him hugs (my personal self indulgence) and the last shot of the show is zooming out as they all lean in to look over the information Jason has brought them.

Like please!!!

Also I said in a different post on my old blog that if I didn't get a Gar/Jason reunion hug in S4 I would sue and I still feel like suing because they didn't have any contact in S4 at all. I feel fucking robbed.

But yeah the ending sucked - like you don't have to split them up. Keep them stuck together. Keep them bonded. Booo

#strawderrypoundcake #sundrop answers #discussion #dc titans #titans

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 11 months

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Spinelluva Boss AU: Sari Sumdac-Mayday & Her Parents (2023)

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[Edit Of June 8, 2023: I edited this just a bit, so the Spinelluva Boss AU version of Sari can be on top instead of the bottom.]

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro

Credit for Transformers Animated goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

Credit for Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel goes to Vivienne “Vivziepop” Medrano

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I do plan to have the drawing that has Sari in both her Human and Succubus forms, be used as a Cover in a future chapter of “Spinelluva Boss: Home Is Where The Spinel Is” as I decided to add in Transformers into it.

also ya might need to click on the drawing that has Sari in the four different forms of herself, to see it a bit better possibly....

the drawing on top is of a Baby Sari with her Dad and in Fan Headcanon/theory, Mom...and also her Sire Megatron, who she had came from because Megatron had went through mitosis in Sumdac’s lab when he was in his stasis-coma.

I decided that Sari in Spinelluva Boss AU, would turn out to be Verosika Mayday’s daughter as well, so that gives Sari Two Dads & Two Moms....

even if the Human and Succubus forms of Sari are suppose to be what she will look like in the story, once I add her in....

but it can turn out that while those two are her dominant forms (along with her full robot form...) the Hellhound form could be what her Human Mother Marissa Faireborn ended up getting when she ended up in Hell, and the Butterfly form could be what her Dad, Isaac Sumdac ended up getting as well when he ended up in Hell as well.....even if they aren’t really evil, but are talking about the Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss’s Afterlife here....

I think I was inspired by Hazformers AU and it’s story Becoming a Demon (by Blitzy-Blitzwing)

of course the whole Spinel becoming part of I.M.P. and going after targets that are truly dirtbag of people, just seem like a interesting idea.

maybe I will add Sari as the new co-worker, so that means Blitzo will have two alien girls working for him, well technically Sari is only half-alien, she would of still been full cybertronian if she didn’t end up absorbing some of the human DNA of her Dad: Isaac Sumdac (and possibly Mom: Marissa Faireborn.)

but Sari wouldn’t be Sari without what makes her who she is, we can’t help where our DNA comes from, but even if it does turn out some of our Ancestors were bad or did something really bad, doesn’t make us the same as them.

and that goes for Sari, even if Megatron is right about the Autobot Tyranny and Corruption, and the Autobots are the one who wanted to use the Omega Project to make a weapon of mass destruction to hurt a lot of Decepticons, and even before that, try to brainwash the Decepticons (once they sign some Decepticon Registration Act Thing) to make them more docile.

it might of been a good thing that Sari’s Hatchling self was born on Earth, that makes her more of a Terran, well her and a few of the other Cybertronians that were born on Earth, like Mixmaster, Scrapper, Grimlock, Swoop, Snarl, Wreck-Gar and even that grumpy one who became Mixmaster and Scrapper’s “boss”...

and I guess since Wasp became Waspinator on Earth, that is like his “Rebirth” as a Terran, I mean if Blackarachnia used a wasp from Earth to make Wasp into a Techno-Organic.

maybe I will have Sari and Steven be half-siblings in Spinelluva Boss, I mean if they did end up meeting and fusing, their fusion would end up being platonic and family fusion only.

like it could turn out that Verosika Mayday was in Beach City once, and became close with Rose and at some point, Verosika had helped Rose and Greg have a child, like even if the other way to make sure the Gem of Steven’s could fuse with Steven’s Human Half.

it could turn out that Verosika donated her egg, but it had to be slightly altered by science and magic, like it could turn out that Gaster had a hand in it as well, and is the one that was able to place synthetic elements in the egg and even place some of his magic into it to make it stable.

while it could still turn out that Steven still got some of his DNA from Greg, it could also turn out (in Spinelluva Boss AU) that some part of Steven’s genetics comes from both Verosika and Gaster...

in Spinelluva Boss AU, Steven will still become Sans The Skeleton, but it will be his human half that becomes Sans, and it will turn out that Sans own skeleton is a magical bio-synth hybrid....as well as part succubus.

it could turn out that Sans can have a succubus wings, tail and horns appear on him, but they would be either physical or in ethereal form...

it could turn out that when Steven’s human & gem half (but his human half could still have some form of gem in his genetics, like maybe infusing some of his synthetic half with some stuff that makes up a Gem.) were still whole and still fused together, when Steven was traveling, he ended up transforming into a succubus, like his skin became a pink-red color and his hair became pink-white, and his eyes became the same color as Verosika when she is in her succubus form, but his pupils became diamond shape.

he could of thought that he was becoming corrupted again, but that isn’t the case....it’s because he is showing some of the genetics from his Other Mom.

like it turning out that Gaster had decided to put a bit more of Verosika’s genetics into creating Steven, and didn’t tell Verosika, Rose or even Greg.

I have some interesting plans that involve Fallout 4 for Spinelluva Boss AU,

besides the whole Steven having to move to Sanctuary Hills, and showing Greg is one of those gray-parents....

yeah Steven staying in a type of Foster Family, who might become his new adoptive family if Greg doesn’t get his act together, is just one of the ideas...

if it turns out that Sari becomes a Succubus in Hazformers, I don’t think I would mind it, if she did become a minor character who doesn’t really show up that much but still shows up only once in a while, like her ending up in Hell instead of Heaven or The Well Of Allspark....

it could turn out to have to do with her technically misusing the key, even when not using it to repair cybertronians and the time she had accidentally hurt Bumblebee when she had upgraded herself and became around 15 or 16 years old, cause there is no way that her upgraded teen form is 13 years old during that time, even if some bio says that her age had became 13 years old when she upgraded herself, I don’t think that is correct.

because of Sari’s accidental misdeeds, she ends up in Hell, perhaps somewhere in her 20s, like time does pass differently in the living world and the afterlife, so Sari would of perhaps spend most of her years on Earth and never went back to Cybertron, and she could of became the new boss of her Dad’s company while her Dad retired, but their peaceful life didn’t last, even with the sad memories of Sari’s friends on her mind...

as it could turn out, that Sari losing her life, might involve Powell...

even if this is more of a what-if type of idea, no one should take it seriously...

so Sari would become a Sinner-Succubus, her eyes still stay a teal blue color just like when they went from Maroon to Blue when she had used the key to upgraded herself.

her eyes being a blue color, could have some view her as having a “sweet and innocent” vibe to herself. but even if she is a bit innocent, she still has her naughty side.

how Sari is dressed, was of course inspired by her Shattered Glass Counterpart (and technically possibly half-sister, if it turns out SG-Optimus was the one found by SG-Isaac instead, and it was SG-Optimus that went through the mitosis, which that would mean that it wasn’t Megatron this time, and that would technically make both Sari & SG-Sari both counterparts of each other as well as half-sisters...) and her outfit was originally going to be the same colors as her outfit when she was 8 years old and when she came 15 or 16 years old.

but I decided to go with purple instead, I think the color fits her, I mean so does the other color of her normal outfits, but purple just really seems to fit her as well, and it goes well with her red hair. :)

I think Sari would still be much smaller than Optimus’s Team, even if she did end up as a Sinner-Succubus, but to her amusement she would be taller than Bumblebee now, much to his displeasure. XD

it could also turn out that Sari had to beat up a few demon guys who thought she was like any other hellborn or sinner succubus, if I had to guess, it was a “shock and drop” moment for them.

maybe in Spinelluva Boss AU, while it can turn out she becomes a new employee of I.M.P., she does have a part time job working at Ozzie’s...

like it turning out that the whole no Sinner is allowed to leave the Pride Ring,

because the Angyles of The Goddess, made Lucifer and the other rulers of the rings to agree to it, or else the Angyles will do far worse to them if they don’t comply to changing that rule...

apparently “Angyles” is what Female Angels are called, I had found that out some days ago...might of been last month or this month when I found out.

(feel free to skip to where it ends up talking about Spinelluva Boss AU again, it will be in bold...)

it might be possible that before the imbalance between the Feminine and Masculine energies, we did have a Planetary Princess as well, and even other worlds had a Planetary Princess as well to be a counterpart of their Planetary Prince....but then the imbalance happen, and the Planetary Princes had more power than the Planetary Princesses, and there being Planetary Princesses has all been forgotten.

Lucifer, Caligastia and all the other Eon-Boomer Rebel Angels, didn’t really help with the whole fixing the balance, I mean seriously, what the double-heck is wrong with them...?!

they could of spend more time fixing the balance between the Feminine and Masculine, because well the whole fact that the Goddess was wrongly dethroned, which might of happen way before Lucifer’s Rebellion...

the info about it in “Stones Of The Goddess: Crystals For The Divine Feminine by Nicholas Pearson”...

the info says in one of the chapters, says that people had started to elevate the worship of the Divine Masculine, and it having to do with giving primacy to a central God for, that was usually a god of sky or storms, as well as mountains or war...

the whole shift taking place around 2000 to 3000 BCE, during the Indo-Europeans who ended up bringing their sky gods and warrior gods with them.

The Great Goddess also known as The Great Mother,

could also be known by the other title “Earthly Mother”...

in theory the rings that would become known as Pride, Lust, Gluttony, Wrath, Envy, Greed and Sloth Rings, may have once been a part of the Earth Kingdom of The Great Goddess/Great Mother/Earthly Mother, but that part of the Earth Kingdom had to be placed under a type of, I guess wall around it, maybe like a very large wall....like a ethereal type of wall.

and it could be possible she has a connection with the one who is known as MA from that “Confessions Of a Rebel Angel Book that is by Timothy Wyllie”

I know it might be weird to think there is some form of connection, and not everyone has to believe there is some form of connection between them.

also it might be possible in theory, some Rebel Angels do have children, but don’t know it, like it having to do with a type of mitosis of their souls, but like a fragment of themselves breaking off and becoming sentient and would possibly become a newborn soul....

and anyway there could be different reasons for a Angelic or Mortal Soul to end up fragmenting, but it could be possible that not all fragments will return to their source, and will become independent from their “parent” that they had fragmented from, and there could be chances that they will end up merging with another fragment and become a type of fusion.

not everyone has to agree about that, but I hope some can understand why I believe in a Goddess now as well, even though I can still believe in God as well.

and I also want to hope that the Feminine Messiah will help put a stop to some bad stuff and place some more balance back into place...

and there is a reason why my trust for Jesus is around maybe 99 or 98%...

because of certain evidence, but I know that not everyone would believe me if I point it out and say what it is, even if I might of talked about it before, and it just seems too much of a coincidence not to be true.

anyway I don’t want to be told I should 100% trust him, at least my 99% or 98% is more in the neutral, but there is a reason why it is like that....

anyway that aside, in Spinelluva Boss AU, Sari’s genetic makeup is mix of both cybertronian, human and cambion...well more likely she would of started out as a cambion when she was a baby to when she was 8 years old, but as soon as she upgraded herself into a teenager she ended up becoming a succubus.

Megatron being Sari’s Cybertronian Parent, is my and other fans own Fan Headcanon, and my headcanon is that Sari wasn’t just a protoform during that time when she was born in Isaac’s lab, but she was a Hatchling.

a Hatchling is a Baby Protoform that was born through Mitosis possibly or however they are made in the Transformers Live Action Universe.

Megatron is way overdue for a Hatchling Shower. XD

like unlike a baby shower that is thrown for when the Human Mother is still pregnant, a Hatchling Shower happens after the Hatchling is born, like out of surprise from their Cybertronian Sire or Carer going through Mitosis, and when this happens, one of the things that happens is that there is a party thrown for the new mentor/creator and if they have a life-partner, than co-creators if the partner let’s the hatchling scan them, which would make the hatchling their offspring as well.

the Hatchling Shower would be thrown for the Sire or Carer that had the Hatchling, so no matter if it is a Mech and Femme.

calling a Femme a “Carer” just makes sense, even with the whole Carrier thing, I mean Sire and Carrier is used in the Fanon, plus it makes sense now why Mechs are called Sires, because of the whole Sire also having to do with a Biological Father and it not just a word to call a King...

and well with the whole Carrier thing might prove to be canon, because of the whole Scorponok and Firstborn thing from the Transformers 2005 IDW...

no matter if they know it or not, they just made the whole “Carrier” canon.

Scorponok needs to have a Hatchling Shower as well, any Autobot or Decepticon no matter if they are a Mech or Femme, if they had a Hatchling either by Mitosis or did what Scorponok did and made a Hatchling by just Science means....

they are getting a Hatchling Shower, and that might go for Starscream from Transformers Live Action Universe.

Megatron, Starscream and Scorponok are getting Hatchling Showers. XD

even if such thing might only be a fanon thing, but maybe one day it will become canon, I also like the idea of Cybertronians throwing a Hatchling Shower for those who suddenly get a Hatchling.

anyway I hope some like these two drawings, I don’t think I got around to posting the one that has to do with Marissa, Isaac and Baby Sari along with Megatron, but maybe I did post it before...?

I do have a certain plan for “Spinelluva Boss: Home Is Where The Spinel Is”

and it involves Sentinel Prime, which I can’t say what it is, but I do plan to add it in the next chapter, but once it is added in, I can say what it is on here...

but if I had to make a hint to it, it will involve Sanctuary Hills from Fallout 4.

I can’t give too much away right now, other than those small hints.

and the smallest hint that I can give, is that it involves Sanctuary Hills from Fallout 4, cause Fallout is part of the Crossover...

and I have other plans for Spinelluva Boss, that involves Fallout.

so yeah, in Spinelluva Boss, which is a Crossover Fanon Timeline...

Sari will turn out to be the daughter of not just Megatron but also Verosika Mayday (and not just Isaac Sumdac & Marissa Faireborn...)

while Sari ends up getting a Succubus form, her Human Parents, like Isaac Sumdac and Marissa Faireborn, end up becoming a Sinner Butterfly Demon and Hellhound Demon respectfully.

Isaac becomes a Sinner Butterfly Demon, and Marissa becomes a Hellhound.

how they end up dying and ending up in Hell, might have to do with Fallout 4 as well in the Spinelluva Boss AU.

I will work on the next chapter of Spinelluva Boss: Home Is Where The Spinel Is, like in a little while, maybe after checking out some stuff on here first.

maybe I will ship Marissa Faireborn x Verosika Mayday in the story, then again I might need to think about that....I already plan to add in Sarivette in Spinelluva Boss.....cause of the whole my getting that ship idea about Sari x Velvette.

as weird as it might sound, I kind of view them being like Poison Ivy & Harley Quinn, with Sari being Poison Ivy and Velvette being Harley Quinn...

I’m pretty sure I was the first to have Sarivette pop into my head, but I still think it is possible that not everyone will end up drawing them together.

the drawing of Sarivette, has Sari wearing the same outfit she is wearing in the second drawing in this post (which is posting two drawings together...)

and once again, I plan to use that drawing as a Cover for a future chapter of Spinelluva Boss: Home Is Where The Spinel Is.

and well I do plan to use the drawing that has Sarivette as a cover for a future chapter as well...and that is my first Sarivette drawing.

maybe when I can, I will do another Sarivette drawing, maybe this time with Sari in her Succubus form. and as to who I will ship Spinel with in Spinelluva Boss, I can take my time with that, even if her and Cherri might seem like a good choice, but I want to at least have some options on who might be a good fit with Spinel, either it be a character from Steven Universe, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Fallout, Transformers or even Undertale...

and I wont just pick Pink-Pearl because she and Spinel are almost everyone’s OTP, even though they are cute together.

anyway hope some like these two drawings, I’m still not sure if I had already posted the family one already or not, but I guess it’s fine.

#spinelluva boss au #crossover au #sari sumdac tfa #isaac sumdac tfa #marissa faireborn #megatron tfa #cybertronian #human #hellhound #butterfly #helluva boss #transformers animated fanart #hazformers #june 2023

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kidflashimpulse · 2 years

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Fully admit that I was never a BB fan to begin with but the annoyance is exemplified when Bart isn’t highlighted for having good leadership nor trauma. He can clearly take charge when needed while still listening to other’s opinions. And (not to sound like I’m comparing) has probably suffered so much more, has probably had to see so many loved ones die in his time. Restraining so much not to rant lol. Hope it’s fine to dump this : P!

omg!! My first anon!!! HELLO thank u for coming into my asks and sending in your rant I appreciate it and i’m always SUPER happy to hear peoples thoughts on things :D <3 No worries on restraining urself, feel free to say whatever is on your mind :)

warning: this is pretty much an essay oops

Honestly, I at first wrote an essay in response to this especially regarding the parallels between Garfield and Bart, because they're definitely there and super interesting to discuss. But I felt like I was gonna be dumping this ask with my own rambles and unasked for think piece and didn't want to stray too much off topic lol.

Basically, I totally understand where you're coming from anon and the biased side of me entirely agrees! Its kinda ridiculous that we don't get to see these aspects of Bart being highlighted which essentially serve as a foil to Gars Phantoms arc.

I think its also a complete waste of an opportunity (yes I understand there are time and work constraints on creating a show, but of course, I believe there is always a way especially with how YJA prides itself in balancing a multi-plot storyline), that the parallels in Gars and Barts characterisation weren't explored. Because otherwise, it leads to the type of frustrations that both you and I feel on this topic, because theres no on-screen resolution of it.

Like you said, its not a comparing game. But we really can't help but do a side by side comparison when they have been two characters that have basically been linked since season 2. When Bart first appeared, BB was one of the first people he properly met and “fought” lol. They're also the closest in age among their generation of heroes. Then theres the whole Outsiders plot, with Bart obviously supporting Gars initiative and by the end of season 3 at the ending clip Bart was joking with BB. The two are clearly good friends, considering their history, and whilst BB was trying to work through his trauma its almost ridiculous that we didn't even get a mention of Barts input on his situation.

But im kinda going off topic here. My point in relation to your post is, there is very much a basis for the parallels between the two to be drawn. So its not unreasonable to compare the twos history. Ive read people on the young justice discord also very reasonably compare the two and what they mentioned that I entirely agree with them on is that Garfield is clearly particularly sensitive to death.

Which is very hard for someone in a field of heroics and all that. Especially as a team leader.

Bart is clearly on the opposite end of the spectrum, pretty much desensitised to death clearly cause of his original timeline.

Now, I find BB being sensitive to death very on par with the shows rendition of his character. He started out as an innocent, open minded, animal loving kid. Hes vegetarian (possibly vegan I can't remember) and really easily warms up to new people in his life for the sake of found family. He is sensitive and empathetic that way, which I believe is a prerequisite for his powers too as he has no problems to easily take on any creatures form.

I used to be a fan of him from Teen Titans (lol) and I read a lot of his comics when I was a kid, and honestly, a lot of iterations of his characters throughout all these series, both comics and cartoons (TT included) he is often annoying and a douche bag in one way or another (arguably a poor portrayal of him, or maybe it really is just him because its so common lol). So him not being a massive asshole, in fact being this some what naive and sensitive guy in young justice, is definitely a welcomed breath of fresh air.

So when I try to be “unbiased” I recognise that with all the tragedy that BB has been through, its fair for him to act the way to he has throughout Phantoms.

I think this “objective” fact, that different people react in different ways, could've easily been demonstrated by drawing explicit parallels this season between the two. Bart is known at this point in the show to have an incredibly traumatic childhood and I think involving him in this plot could've showcased more how subjective the experience of trauma responses can be and actually explicitly showcase that Gar is sensitive to death which I think would've helped the ppl both on Tumblr and the YJ reddit who were not particularly impressed with BBs phantoms arc, to be more sympathetic to him. Because I think having opposite sides of the spectrum, really sheds light on one another.

However we are left with the two parallels not being connected this season, with the outsiders not so much as being shown a second of their reaction to Barts disappearance and him not being shown for a second in Gars Phantoms arc. Its annoying. And frustrating. But it is what it is. And just gives us more excuses to come up with whatever interpretations we want to fill in the blanks they gave us.

Its cool that we got to see Barts independence, resilience and capabilities, especially considering his background this season (despite the way too many times hes been nerfed this season lol) and it would've been so many times more satisfying if we saw its context within the rest of the Outsiders. But who knows, if the show gets renewed or maybe even in the comics, we might get a glimpse of all these things. Anything is possible lol.

So yeah, I kinda went off track and still wrote some kind of essay. Welp, my bad lol but I very much found ur ask super interesting and inspired all this lol and hope I addressed some of ur frustrations which I agree with.

p.s My personal headcannon based on what has been shown of Bart in the show, especially his desensitisations to death is that he really isn't as traumatised as people often express/expect him to be. Doesn't mean he has zero trauma, or doesn't have his issues, or his childhood didn't fck him up a bit, I feel like anyone growing up in some kind of post-apocalyptic wasteland will be messed up one way or another. But definitely not in the classic trauma response way which Gar was shown to go through this season. I feel like the resilience that Bart has shown throughout the seasons makes a lot of sense for someone who has survived what he has so that's why im not really on the same camp of the people who say that they would like to see what Gar has gone through, for Bart. Because ultimately, they are two different characters and these kind of journeys aren't copy and paste, nor is it realistic to be universally applied to everyone. Which is why I would have again, appreciated the parallels to be more explicitly linked and Barts story to be more highlighted this season.

On a semi-unrelated note, I am literally writing a fic right now on Barts messed up worldview as a result of his growing up in his OG timeline (in a some what light-hearted) way. Because of all the lack of Outsiders this season I was inspired to try to write a one shot on some of their team dynamics and I think ppl naturally think Bart is weird (its both an original comics and in show constant which I appreciate) so I wanted to explore this weirdness a bit. So for anyone who is interested in this, I should be posting it some time this week! For zetaflash fans, theres some sprinkled in there too lol and for Blue and Bart besties 4 ever fans, there some of that in there too lol for those who don't care feel free to ignore lol

Again, apologies for basically writing the story of my life, but then this also shows, feel free to rant anytime for however long u want ! My asks are open!!! (and not broken, all this time I thought maybe I did something wrong so that's why I didn't get any so im so happy anon, thank u again for ur message! <3 :D)

#YJ asks #bart allen #impulse #kid flash #Garfield logan #beast boy #young justice phantoms #young justice #young justice invasion #zetaflash #that's at the end just an fyi that im working on a lowkey one cause I had writers blockfor my main one im sorry y'all I am also working on #A Night In to those who are interested #I apologise again for the delays

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whosscruffylooking · 3 years

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Bad Bounty Chapter One: Reunion

Sergeant Hunter x Fem! Bounty Hunter

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Maybe mutual pining? Nothing too gross.

A/N: hunter was already attractive in season 7, but i managed to suppress my feelings for an ANIMATED character. alas, the bad batch has cursed me and i have finally accepted that he is my latest comfort character.

“You hold onto friends by keeping your heart a little softer than your head.”

“Clone Force 99. Welcome back, ” Commander Cody extends a hand to Hunter who firmly shakes it.

“Apologies for showing up late, we-”

“Got stuck handling some unexpected complications during a mission. I understand Sergeant Hunter,” Cody winks.

“What have you got for us this time Commander?” Crosshair mumbles, twisting his toothpick around between his teeth.

“This one is going to be a bit different boys. It’s not exactly…sanctioned by the GAR. Let’s call it a favor for an old friend of mine.”

Crosshair straightens up, suspicious of Cody’s statement, “We may bend the rules from time to time, but we don’t do favors.”

“This is an efficient mission that ultimately will aid us in the war, provide you some easy target practice…and helps me relieve an old debt I have to pay.”

“Is there a reason you can’t do this yourself?” Hunter questions.

“We’ve been called into battle. Besides, this separatist encampment is one we have failed to infiltrate time and time again,” Cody responds.

Hunter shifts, struggling to comprehend where this is going, “What does attacking a separatist encampment have to do with repaying a debt?”

“There is a Senator stationed on Drahgor III…a corrupt senator at that. One who has a significant bounty on his head. My dear old friend is a bounty hunter I met on Ord Mantell. Your job will be to take out the clankers and retrieve any data you can from the main database. Meanwhile, my bounty hunter friend will secure the bounty and you’ll go your separate ways.”

“Who is this Bounty Hunter?” Crosshair inquires.

“Glad you asked,” Cody exclaims, “Y/N!”

The clone troopers twirl around to see you approaching them. Your manner is conservative yet confident. One thing you have become an expert at is never striving for attention. Instead, your presence demands it.

You nod at the troopers, “Clone Force 99, it is a pleasure to be working with you.”

Surveying the team, your eyes first fall on Crosshair. His distrusting look reaffirms the defense you raised long before wandering onto the landing platform.

Gotta keep an eye on that one.

Next, you glance over to Wrecker. A massive lug of a man, but he has the noticeable demeanor of a gentle giant. Something about him reminds you of a plush toy you once owned as a child.

Tech catches your attention next. He is clearly the intuitive one. He will either be a pain to deal with, or a beneficial asset.

At last, your eyes meet Hunter’s. Such a tiny gesture of nothingness feels like you’ve just been thrust into a timeless world of something far more significant. You quickly dismiss your gaze, but soon find your eyes wandering back to him. His eyes are already on you.

Tech quickly picks up on your silent interaction and nudges Hunter to break him of his trance. Hunter quickly snaps out of it and clears his throat. He is dumbstruck by his response. His heart beats recklessly.

Taking note of his counterpart’s vitals, Tech is left unsettled by the quickening of Hunter’s heart rate. “Hunter, I need you to focus on your breathing. Your heart rate is abnormally high.”

Setting your sight once more on the rugged clone trooper, you catch the ever-changing hue of his cheek…the one that isn’t covered in dark ink. A hint of red paints his untouched skin.

He clears his throat, “Erm-thank you for alerting me Tech. I’ll be aboard the ship.”

Cody shrugs his shoulders at you, “I guess you’ll brief them on the ship. Have a safe trip.”

“Thank you Cody, ” you clap him on the shoulder and follow the rogue crews lead onto their ship.

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𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚢

“Where are we going to go? We need somewhere we can set up camp that isn’t easily tracked, ” Echo declares.

“There is one place I can think of, but I’m not sure that Hunter will be a fan of the location, ” Tech announces apprehensively.

Hunter lets out a groan and tightens his fist.

Wrecker laughs, “Hunter doesn’t like this idea! Which means I like it even more!”

Glaring at Wrecker, Hunter abruptly stands and stomps off into the cockpit.

“Where is it?” Echo inquires. He leans in, intrigued by the atmosphere that has suddenly befallen the Marauder.

“Let’s just say…we’d have to get help from an old friend.”

“Ha! An old friend!?” Wrecker blurts out, “Try an old fla-”

“That’s enough, ” Hunter commands, having regained his composure, “We will attempt to make contact this evening and if we have no response by the morning, we will seek out other options.”

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All night Hunter stayed up, much to the dismay of his crewmates, awaiting an incoming communication. His mind told him that it would never come through; his heart made him believe…or at least hope otherwise.

He stretches his arms into the air, releasing a hardy yawn. Tech enters the cockpit, “Anything?”

“Nothing, ” Hunter responds with a hint of despair clouding his words.

Just then, a muffled echo transmits through the comms unit. Hunter nearly falls out of the captain’s chair as he scrambles to the commlink.

“This is Phoenix 178095 trying to contact Clone Force 99. I repeat, this is Phoenix 1780-“

“Copy Phoenix 178095, this is Clone Force 99,” Hunter announces almost frantically.

The only response is silence…until, “Hunter? Hunter, is that you?”

The rugged clones grasp on the comlink tightens, and he touches it to his forehead. His eyes are locked shut, his breath unsteady.

“Yes. It’s me.”

You hear his guttural voice and suddenly, your memories which you’ve strived to suppress come flooding back, knocking the wind out of you.

Attempting to swallow the lump that insists on crowding your throat, you press down the transmitter button, but fail to express your thoughts.

“What?” A menacing voice echoes out, “Lothcat got your tongue?”

You chuckle, pressing the comlink to your forehead, “well if it isn’t my favorite piston head.” Piston head, a nickname you have used to refer to Crosshair for as long as you can remember. You find it fitting because term is in reference to a droid, similar to the droid-like manner in which Crosshair carries himself.

“So!” Shouts a third, brooding and somewhat childish voice, “Are we bunking with you or what?”

“Yes Wrecker, you are more than welcome to stay here.”

“Thank you, ” Hunter softly says into the comm’s mic. His voice still brings warmth to your soul, although the communicator slightly alters it.

“Get here safely.”

“Always do.”

“I know, ” you affirm and disconnect the commlink.

Looking around at the empty room, which mere seconds ago was filled with the sound of your closest friends’ voices, you feel once again plagued by loneliness.

It has been nearly three years since you last spoke to them. Choosing to once again shove your feelings down deep inside you, rather than let the pain consume you, you prepare for their arrival.

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“Maybe one day we will meet again, when all of this is over. Perhaps then we will have the freedom to say all that we have long held in, ” you exhaust yourself in the effort to fight back the words that are bottled up inside of you.

A void and emotionless, expression spans across his face as he finally acknowledges the weight of the moment. A single tear threatens to spill over, and he clenches his fist to fight back the giant hole that is forming in his heart.

“Y/N, ” he utters, “I-”

“Hunter! It’s time for us to go, ” Tech calls out.

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Your entire body jerks to a standstill when you hear the hum of their ship landing.

Hunter feels a sudden sickening sensation throughout his body.

“Deep breaths, brother. You don’t want your little reunion to be overruled by sweaty palms and rosy cheeks, ” Crosshair teases.

Hunter groans, “We are here for a short period of time until we can safely get back to Kamino. Until then, this is strictly business as usual.”

“Whatever you say Hunter,” he flicks his toothpick into the garbage receptacle with perfect aim.

The leader of the clone force, known for being courageous, daring, and valiant has abruptly shifted to a timid and uncertain man. But that’s just it. He felt like a man. A feeling only familiar when around you. Every other day of the rotation, he is merely a defective clone—a misfit who despite his enhanced abilities, is thrown into combat, aware of the fact that he is completely dispensable. Because he is merely one of hundreds of thousands of others just like him, he feels like he is just another carbon copy dispersed off of a factory line. Yet, around you, he never felt that way.

He watches out the cockpit window and sees you emerge from your homestead. His heart somersaults.

“Shall we disembark Hunter?” Tech asks.

He nods.

You are so lost in your thoughts that you hardly notice the troopers exiting their ship. It isn’t until Wrecker has scooped you up into his arms that you are jostled back to reality.

“Wreck!” You cry out in excitement as you wrap your arms around him.

Crosshair lends you a wink that you flirtatiously mirror. It’s always fun seeing him fight back a cheeky grin.

Tech is clearly holding back, so you eagerly close the distance between you two and envelope him in your arms. Initially, he hesitates but rapidly works up the bravery to reciprocate.

Chuckling at his hold on you, you tease, “I don’t know who gives the stronger hugs! You, or Wrecker.” He quickly releases you and straightens his glasses.

“Who’s this?” You motion towards the pale, almost sickly-looking clone. In fact, he looks more like a machine than a clone.

“I’m Echo, ” he extends his hand to you. Accepting it, you introduce yourself in return.

Hunter appears from behind the group. Suddenly, you lose the ability to think straight, let alone speak. His eyes meet yours and you share a somber smile. Each taking a step toward each other, you close the distance between you. Unable to resist any longer, you throw your arms around him, drawing him tightly to you.

For a moment, he stands frozen. Hunter has imagined the feeling of taking you into his arms again more than he would like to admit. At last, he pushes his thoughts aside and encircles your waist with his strong embrace.

You can feel his heartbeat slowly accelerate; at least your heart isn’t the only one threatening to beat out of your chest. You seemingly melt into each other. His hands softly tracing circles on your lower back.

Knowing that this moment cannot last as long as you’d both like, you hesitantly pull away from him. His hands grip at your hips as if he is begging you to not stray from his grasp. Your heart yearns to pull him back into your embrace and to stay there with him forever.

Becoming aware of the world around you once again, you feel your face flush into a crimson red.

“Why are they just standing there like that?” Wrecker leans down to whisper to Tech.

“Sometimes, the most important messages do not need to be said with words,” he responds softly.

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w00wzerz · 3 years

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~ Let’s chat the beauty of ep 12 ~ 🤒✨

(All that matters in Titans S3 ep 12)

Im excited! Im jumping! Im dancing 💃🏽! It looks like the scenarios that we spoke about in my previous post here has come to fruition! I barely know where to begin. I have not had this feeling for the show in a very long time. For a majority of the 45 mins, I was practically glued to my screen because it seems that the writers have somehow managed to steer back into the right direction. But without further ado ~

It was quite refreshing to see the emotional strain that Dick’s death caused on both Rachel and Gar, especially when taking in to account that this series doesn’t necessarily know how to allow their characters to fully process the depths of their emotions. Usually we are met with lackluster, depictions of the scenarios which does ultimately affect the impact of the scene.

Yes! Gar finally transforms into another animal! Maybe the show runners are paying attention after all - because that tiger shtick was getting old pretty quickly.

After Gar transforms, he explains to Rachel that he believes that he can be more, which in this context is morse code for transforming. This was an excellent introduction to the next steps in his journey - that is learning to control his powers without solely limiting it to one animal.

Now moving onto Dick’s escapades in the pit. I have to say that I am much impressed by the creative decision that the writers have chosen for Dick to be the one to face his conflicts. Seeing that all he ever does is run off on his own anyway. All this is quite similar to Donna’s journey however, it was nice to see a glimpse of Dick’s future by him facing the brick in his mind.

As soon as I saw this scene of Dick’s subconscious in the form of Crane my initial thought was, where the hell they get that party city Joker costume from? 🤨 But when I finally decided to move past all of that, I realized that this was Dick’s boulder. In Dick’s eyes Jason was the reason he was shot, When Jason became Redhood the people of Gotham sought out a new hero to protect them, it was Jason’s fault that they had given up hope on the Titans. So of course he despised him!

However by succumbing to Crane’s pursuit , he allowed a slight opening for him to become the man that he had constantly attempted to run away from in the whole entirety of the series. A murderer.

It is like a movie before Dick’s eyes. Not only does he pay his father a visit in the woods, but in the corner of his eyes he spots a beautiful, wide eyed baby girl holding a red balloon. She shouts “daddy come here!” And I just melt into a puddle of tears.

This scene has basically solidified what we have all been proclaiming since the very beginning, Dickkory is endgame! And I couldn’t be happier 💃🏽However, the relevation also felt like someone rashly built an unexpected dam in the middle of the Hudson river… and you know what would happen if that ever did occur? The other side of it would eventually overflow, swallowing Roosevelt Island first, then the city!

Season 3 has little to no groundwork for the construction of Dick and Kory’s relationship, yet alone a baby! It is also pretty disappointing that the only solid evidence that we have to fall back on is the sex, which is good too! But it is missing the meat of the platter in between. Hopefully in season 4 we will see improvements in their dynamics.

Now why do I actually like Kom with red Starbolts? You know what, let me keep my mouth shut on that.

Also, its great to see Kory’s powers being put to good use - through Kom. I am completely flabbergasted and at this point I just want to see where the writers are going with this storyline. I love that she uses her powers to revive Conner who as we all know was taken down by Kryptonite. I wonder how Krypto was able to release himself.

This here is was what I’ve been waiting to hear ALL SEASON!

When Dick finally tells Jason that he will NEVER be a Titan I simply lost it! It’s about time that he was blunt and upfront with Jason about his and the teams sentiments. I can also respect how even though he rejected Jason’s offer, he aloowed himself to present him with another opportunity for redemption as Redhood. It was an amicable way for me to say goodbye to Jason’s Robin.

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The rivalry between Kom and Kory is another storyline that I wish we had further development in. There is no bad blood YET, but with Conner entering his sexy bad boy era we might be in for a bumpy ride folks!

When Kom decides to return back to Tamaran to reclaim her throne, Conner is evidently distraught. He pleads for her to remain on earth by his side, but knowing her nature her heart is already set on returning home on her ship.

Now I’ve seen many people argue that Conner is a simp etc… But in all actuality Conner is still learning to deal with human betrayal. We have to remember that he was crafted in a lab, meaning he was literally born just yesterday. Which is why I always believed that he was far too young for a mature woman like Kom, even if their relationship was as aesthetically pleasing as it was.

I was also a bit worried when Kory offers to join Kom on the journey. It takes Blackfire to remind her that her family - the Titans, are still on earth and even then she states nonchalantly, “you’re my family.” Now I do believe that there are many factors that play into the statement, but that’s an analysis for another day.

In the gif above you can see that Kory is completely taken aback when Conner disobeys her. I believe that here she begins to realize that its the Lex Luther side that is slowly inching out from her son. It was also another wasted opportunity because the comics Kory would’ve kicked his ass indefinitely for disobeying her, but I digress.

I hate to say that I love this side of Connor, look at our sexy boy go!

And That is all that I have for this week’s episode! Let me know how you felt about the Dickkory “twist” and Conner’s new face 💜✨

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bigskydreaming · 3 years

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Okay but re: the subject of wingfic.....picture this....His Dark Materials style AU where instead of kids having daemons who shapeshift until they settle, kids have wings that are constantly shifting and trying out new forms until they settle.

And maybe Dick’s generation is the first one to have this.....like, the DC multiverse is constantly having these universe-altering Crises, that are all metaphysical and unleash and reshape cosmic and universal creation energies....and early in Dick’s tenure as Robin, let’s say the DC multiverse undergoes a Crisis whose resolution has an unexpected side-effect.....at that point forward, teens begin manifesting their like, soul or whatever, in physical or metaphysical form, in the shape of wings.

They first pop up around when kids start entering puberty, and tend to settle around them kinda ‘finding themselves’ as adults....and we’re not talking just bird-type wings. Wings of any kind, any shape, any material. They’re described as ‘metanatomy’ not in the sense of metas having altered anatomy but more in the sense of how metaphysical relates to physical.....these wings don’t have to prescribe to any biological or anatomical rules because they’re not biological in nature. Kory’s people describe the wings as a child’s ‘over-soul’ - a manifestation of their fundamental, individualized essence that’s overlaid on top of their physical self.

So, many wings are bird-like in nature, physically capable of being touched, damaged, healed, etc....but just as many are batlike or dragon-like, they can be just wing-shaped and made of fire, they can be mechanical appearing or insectoid or pretty much anything. There was a period when Dick was around fourteen when his wings were just wispy wing-shaped stormclouds behind him, lightning constantly flickering up and down their lengths as though it were the wings’ veins.....another period where they were just giant sweeping shadows behind him that he could nevertheless fly with, and while he was Robin, they most consistently manifested as bright, gleaming swaths of luminescence that glowed as though they constantly had spotlights trained on them.

(Which had Bruce paranoid it would just make Dick an easy target, until they realized that a ‘side-effect’ of Dick’s wings when they looked like this was instead of making it easier for the bad guys to train their weapons on him, even the most hardened villains would find themselves hesitating to pull the trigger. Some kind of pulsating, emotion-laced effect of those wings drawing their attention was it was more like moths drawn to a flame....they were so busy being momentarily entranced or hypnotized by the spectacle of them that they were usually a second too late in actually firing....by which time Dick was in a position to strike them first. Well, at least that’s how it went until the Joker managed a lucky shot anyway. But then, when isn’t that asshole an exception to the rules?)

Some wings had little quirks or fringe effects that went with them taking on a certain form or appearance....though those didn’t tend to stick around when the wings shifted to a different appearance, unless a person’s wings settled in the shape a particular fringe effect was associated with. Like when Roy hit adulthood, his wings settled in the appearance of bright red feathered wings with black accents......his wings are fairly small and not suited for long range flight, or even flight in general, as they tend to be more useful in helping him glide in short, quick spurts. But they also come with a perk unique to him....when Roy uses his own feathers to fletch his arrows, those arrows never ever miss.

In adulthood, Donna’s wings settle as giant bird-like wings, all black feathers with silver specks of stars scattered all across them, same as her Troia costume. They’re like patches of night sky sliced straight out of the heavens, and when Donna’s in costume she’s impossible to see cutting through the dark. Her huge sweeping wings would cast an easily noticed shadow over the ground if not for the silver specks dotting her feathers, but thanks to those, by the time she’s close enough for you to make out her features, distinct from the night sky, its far too late to do anything but go oh fuck.

Wally’s wings are more of a presence than a visual. Hummingbird type things that match his speed but never manage his stillness. Beating at the air a furious several hundred wingflaps per second, so even when he’s standing still he’s far from motionless....the air around him thrumming with movement, humming with vibrations that make it look like he’s constantly surrounded by shimmering ribbons of heat baking off an asphalt pavement. And again, that’s when he’s just standing still. When he actually gets agitated, they hit the air like a thunderclap. Sparks shooting up from the points of contact as the friction of them is so fast and furious it ionizes the atmosphere around him all on its own.

Garth’s can be a bit unwieldy when on the surface, but in the water they make him glide faster and smoother than any Atlantean before him. Stretching out from torso to underarms like the wings of a manta ray, they’re black and gray and streaked with purple like his eyes and the tattoo around it, just inverted. The material of them thick and coarse enough that when he flings his arms out or wrapped around himself just so, the folds of his wings draped around him create a dense barrier capable of shrugging off any number of projectile impacts.

Vic’s are mechanical marvels, smooth and sleek metallic expanses that aren’t dissimilar to Marvel’s Archangel, but where Warren’s feathers are knife-like flechettes, Vic’s host a variety of sensory arrays and feed him all sorts of data. Gar’s never fully settle....they shift as often as he does, sometimes vast and feathered, sometimes batlike and leathery....always green though, and always there no matter what animal he shifts into. He’s never a snake so much as a feathered serpent, a pegasus instead of a horse, a manticore instead of a mere lion, and well, you haven’t lived until you’ve seen Beast Boy take to the streets of Manhattan as a T-Rex with giant pterodactyl wings. Why his wings never fully settle could be due to his shape-shifting or it could just be in his nature.....Gar’s the original Lost Boy who’ll never FULLY grow up.

Raven’s are purple and black on the outside but bone-white on the inside.....like her empathy, they cut both ways. When she pulls her wings tight around her and someone else like a protective shroud, they can shield her and those in her care from prying eyes and scrying magic....when she throws them wide and strikes out with them at enemies on either side, the touch of her feathers is like feeling the cold of the grave. Kory’s are a deeper, royal purple juxtaposed beside Raven’s shadowed inky violets.....but rather than feathered, Kory’s are tall and draconian, imperious and imposing canvases adorned with swirls of red and green like nebulas painted across a cosmic backdrop. Curling emerald flames lick around the edges of them just like her starfire sometimes dances through her hair.....even when ‘ablaze’ her wings are cool to the touch if she invites you to touch them, but touch them uninvited and you’re going to get burned. Badly.

Lilith’s are four enormous feathered wings of green and gold and black spread behind her like the many layered wings of a seraph. They’re decorated in various places with dark concentric circles like those found on peacock feathers....until those circles flare and open wide and you realize you’re staring at dozens of eyes that are all looking back at you.....each a window to your own soul, freezing you in place with a glimpse of your own darkest secrets or possible destiny.

Joey’s are many-hued mosaics, like wings made of stained-glass windows. Hazy and indistinct shafts of rainbow light slanting through his varied ‘feathers’ when he spreads his wings in the air behind him.....like viewing screens or windows they show glimpses, afterimages of everyone he’s ever joined his soul to when riding shotgun in their bodies.....making them forever a part of him, a link he can tap into at will and rendering his power less about possession and more about connection, a forever-door that lets him merge with one of his previously tethered-to teammates, no matter where they are in relation to him. But with the slight change that now what he makes up for in range, he loses in stealth, as his wings show up behind the body of his ‘host’ for as long as he remains merged with them.

And Dick’s wings finally settle in adulthood to sweeping feathered wings of blue and indigo banded with gold.....but where his presence is less attention-commanding than in his younger years, his impact is definitely felt. As his settled wings act as an epicenter for a kind of gravitational bubble around him that’s keyed to his mood.....when he’s lighthearted and in high spirits, everyone around him feels a little bit lighter, purely in a physical sense, gravity within his sphere of influence being a little less heavy, leaving his friends and teammates a little lighter on their feet, quicker in their reactions, etc, etc. When he’s feeling heavy though, his immediate environs feel it with him - though that’s not always the worst result when surrounded by enemies he’s better off having feel overburdened, weighed down, like they’re struggling to get to their feet and the air itself is sitting a little heavier in their lungs every time they take a breath.

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Cody places the chest plate over his sternum, allowing the magnetic clasps to attach the piece to an equally plain one over his back. It feels strange, the lack of protection over his lower body. His midriff remains unprotected under the overshirt.

 “This feels… unsafe.” he grumbles “Too Exposed.” 

Rex hands him the kama with a small grin, the little di’kut. Of course he and Wolffe had mocked him over it, how he was finally gonna wear one like they did. While Cody ties the thing in place, Rex points a finger at him. 

“Listen, senator Organa told us to keep it simple. You’re not headed for battle, vod.” 

“He might just be.” Wolffe quips with a low growl, handing Cody his belt “There isn’t one kriffing person in there that’ll be happy to see a clone in the senate floor.” 

Cody sighs with the belt in his hands. Again, too simple. No thermal detonators hanging from it, much less his holstered blasters. Just a plain strap of leather shielded by plastoid plates. 

He reaches for the arm guards over the table, running his finger over its grooves. The senate. How much did they know about the soldiers fighting and dying for them off-world? How did they feel about their existence? Senator Organa said they might listen to him, but what are the odds of him being forcefully escorted out like a droid speaking out of turn? 

What if he is actually putting them all at risk? If the kaminiise start thinking that even their Marshall Commander is starting to sound like a traitor, how long before they arrive to the conclusion that the clones were a failed experiment and that it would be better to terminate every single one of them? 

His eyes drift over to the carefully folded cape, to the names that he had personally embroidered on its inside, thinks about how no cape, no flag, no amount of fabric would be enough to actually get all of them, thousands upon thousands of men lost to this endless war. Rex walks up to Cody, glances at him to then gently bump his hand guard to the commander’s. 

“Me'bana, vod?” 

Wolffe steps over to his other side brushing his shoulder to Cody’s, and the three of them stare at the names on the fabric as Cody unfurls the cape, spreading it some over the table. The three of them look at it in silence, reading and associating each name to a face, to a voice, to a personality. There are some of Wolffe’s men, lost to the Malevolence’s attacks; some of both Rex and Cody’s men, all lost in Umbara, several of them to friendly fire. And many others, as many as Cody could manage to fit in such a small space. 

That piece of fabric is the only concrete form of remembrance for these men without graves or monuments. Clones can only trust their memories to keep the history of their brothers alive, and it makes Cody’s heart ache. 

“Ni chaabar.” Cody says quietly, and it was only in their Mando’a that he could find it in himself to explain his feelings “I could end up getting us all killed with this.” 

There is a small moment of silence, and then Wolffe sighs.  “We are already getting killed. Every time we fight we lose dozens, hundreds, sometimes thousands of our vod’e in battle, or we watch them die in the medbays.” 

Cody turns to face Wolffe. The commander, as many other clones, was never fond of speaking more than strictly necessary, especially about the bleak conditions in which they all lived and fought in; Maybe it was to protect himself, maybe to protect his men. Maybe it was just his way of managing to cross the tightrope of war without ever looking down. But now he speaks - and Cody listens. 

“They’re keep lowering the age of drafting.” Wolffe traces with his gaze the embroidered name of a wolfpack trooper lost to the Malevolence weapon “First it was by a few weeks, then months, and now…”

Cody notices him poking his cheek with his tongue, shaking his head almost unnoticeably. Wolffe continues:

“I was nine when I was sent out to lead my battallion. I was scared but I was grown and ready.” Wolffe continues, eyebrows creased in a weave of confusion and barely-hidden anger as he turns his eyes to cody “Last week I received word of new batches coming out, most of them eight, a couple of them barely there. The kaminiise are sending out a bunch of still-growing kids to fight before their standard training is even done. We already have accelerated aging to fit the needs of the Republic, but this? This is just sick.” 

“And we can’t say a word about it because we aren’t a people, technically.” Rex adds sheepishly “We can’t say a word about being forced to work overtime. Can’t say anything about being paid in ‘special GAR’s credits’. Or about the overcrowded dorms, or the need of longer breaks, or mental healthcare, or entertainment, or a life outside the army.” 

Rex runs a hand over his cropped blond hair.

  “We are loyal in a way most governments only dream of.” he continues, eyes sharp at Cody “We live and breathe and fight and die for the republic, and we are all proud to do so. But we need to believe that we receive back at least half of the high regard in which we hold the Republic. We aren’t asking for much, and the Republic has denied us the right to even ask.” 

And, after a small pause, Rex swallows down, and his tone shows how much he knows he’s risking just to say it. 

“Do we risk death for our freedom, or do we continue to live as slaves?” 

“Rex.” Wolffe says in a warning tone  

The two of them know of Cody’s loyalty to the Republic. When the idea of having him speak against it in the senate even came up, Cody’s first response was to accuse them of threason. It had taken long enough to convince him to find the narrow path between his fear-based respect for the Kaminoans, his dedication for the republic and the jedi, and his love for his brothers. 

Cody frowns to then run a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes and speaking between his teeth.

“I’m not a slave. I love my duty. I love the Republic!” 

Maybe he should just give up on this. It was all a huge mistake, he had allowed Wolffe and Rex to drag him along with this nonsense. He could just turn his back on this and get back to the barracks, to his armor, to his command, where he belonged… 

He opens up his eyes, and the very first thing he sees is one of the names in aurebesh in front of him, drawing in his gaze like a trance.   Waxer. How could someone with such a kind, gentle heart be so deadly in the battlefield? Cody remembers him, the eager cadet that would always be seen hanging out with his batch brother Boil. Waxer had a heart soft enough to make him adopt a lost child in the middle of a war zone, to pet and feed stray animals and let them in their cover when it rained. He would make such an amazing parent, Cody could almost envision him holding a tiny bundle in his arms, just like Jango would do with his own. He would love his kid with all his heart…  

If he had lived to have them. Instead, Waxer died in a dark world, fallen to a brother’s blast, crying in pain and fear as Rex had reported it.

 Wordlessly, Cody puts on the vambraces, then the arm guards. Lastly, he takes the cape, brushes his gloved thumb over Waxer’s name. He owes it to him. To them, all of the Clone Army of the Republic. He owes it to them to at least try. Cody throws the cape over his shoulders, securing it in the straps on the inside of his chest plate.

 His brothers look at him with pride, and it makes his heart swell. His comlink rings, and Bail Organa’s voice comes through it:  

“Commander Cody, are you ready?”  

Cody looks at Rex and Wolffe, draws in a deep breath.  

“Yes.”  

“I’m about to announce you to the senate. Remember - keep your opening statement short and fast because we don’t know what will be their reaction. And, from personal experience: if they try cutting your speakers up there, just carry on by shouting the rest of your statement. Good luck, my friend.”  Cody chuckles, pressing the comlink.  

“Good thing that us commanders are good at shouting.”

 Mando’a translations:

 Di’kut - Idiot

Me'bana, vod? - what’s the matter, brother? 

Ni chaabar - I’m afraid

Senator Cody picked up from several bits of headcanons across tumblr. I highly recommend checking the #senator cody tag on @transmikecrew‘s blog bc it’s honestly the best and his writing is *chef’s kiss*

#senator cody #concept art #my art #i'm VERY proud of this one #pls rb #my fics

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just-whatever-ig · 3 years

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The Museum HC

Refers to this post (wolffe and his pack)

Plays post-war, fixit

If you find bad spelling, pls inform me

it's a discarded star cruiser. It's name was The Solar Storm and it served for a young Jedi who has been knighted and promoted to General shortly before the war ended.

Some walls were replaced with glass walls. The rooms behind the transparisteel show the daily life of the clones aboard a republican cruiser such as the sleeping rooms or the cantina (each room has a scene set with realistic looking (nonblue but colored) holograms of clones interacting with each other in a stilled frame, like their lives were frozen in a moment

it is guided with an audiobook: it's the voice of a clone (actually it's multiple clones but nobody but the Jedi can tell them apart) who tells stories of how they lived together. He tells how the rules were and what they usually did to occupy themselves.

there are pictures of important men, mostly Generals or Admirals but there are some clones as well who got their picture, such as the 10 Marshal Commanders of the GAR.

Cody has his own little space where they out all of his personal belongings out on a shelf, his Gun, his helmet, a small bone flute that General Kenobi has carved for him on a long campaign. Next to it is a small necklace with a small golden pendant in the form of the Jedi symbol. His picture above the shelf shows him and two ARC troopers that are tagged with ARC-23-1666 and ARC-4169. They all carry the tint of a smile on their serious faces.

in the cantina you can actually order food and eat alongside the holo exhibits of the troopers.

the screens and holo projectors on the command bridge show fake plans and star maps, there is a hologram of a vague Jedi figure on the bridge, discussing a strategy on the holoscreen.

every 3 hours an alarm goes off, indicating the attack of a separatist's fleet. (I actually do know a museum about submarine that does that and it's dang cool)

the medic station shows a clone with bolts buzzcut into his hair that does a physical exam on a brother who has a five tattooed to his temple.

some stations in the ship are accompanied by the audio of a Jedi explaining detailedly how they perceived the clones from the outside.

there are free to put on clone armor pieces. They are especially exciting for little kids who want to be heroic as well. They have a helmet there that most of the kids choose, it has an antenna scope on the right ear and blue eyes drawn on it's forehead that look a little like flowers. The designation on the HUD says CT-7567.

the training rooms have become a playground for children where they can try to lift the weights that clones used to train with or where they can play a simpler form of Lasertech to practice to shoot blasters like Clones.

there is a corridor in the ship where there are designations printed down. Tiny and almost unreadable. The wall of numbers, it is called, and it is on both sides of the longest hallway going from the front to the ship to the back, to honor the clones

Now for the creepy or sad facts about the museum:

Trigger warnings: mentioned suicide, mild horror, major character death

If you are sensitive to the topic DEATH, then you should probably skip the next part. This is a serious warning!

The Solar Storm was found drifting in space with no power. The entire crew was lost to starvation or suicide, including General Tano

the holograms are not holograms. They are real bodies of real clones just preserved and prepped like stuffed animals. It's a graveyard.

had anyone known the clones who talked on the audio books they would have recognized the undertone of fear and dread in their calm voice. A vivid indicator for grief and fear for their own life.

anyone who pays attention can see that the pictures if the admirals and Jedi are professionally taken in a studio with neutral grey or white background whereas the pictures of the clones are all pictures taken somewhere on ground or battlefield. Not a single one looks like it has been made after the war.

The audio on Cody's place is spoke by Rex who reads out from Cody's logbook. In his log he describes the sound of the flute as the sweetest and most angelic sounds he has ever heard in his life - scientists, however, confirm that this flute is physically unable to produce any sound as it has no hole to blow through. The Jedi symbol pendant looks a bit melted on one side, carrying the clear signs of blasterfire.

There is one trooper in the cantina with a giant GAR symbol on his face. He looks like he is waiting for someone to show up, as he has his head tilted to the side slightly, eyes open as if searching.

the Jedi figure has no face, their hood is drawn deep into their face so it is too dark to see, and they are not tagged with a name. The audio book entry for the bridge is spoken by Admiral Tarkin and his voice sounds evil and gloomy.

if you are in the right places, when the alarm goes off, you can hear voices of clones. In the hangar you can hear someone screaming "i'm hit, where's the backup" in the armory you can hear someone shout "blast him!" In one of the freshers, if you are unfortunate enough to need one, you can hear someone screaming a an indistinguishable name that sounds a lot like "Echo". Inside of one of the tanks you can hear a short commlink conversation between soldiers on the ground during an ambush. If you are in the commanders quarters you will hear "Move it, soldiers!" If you are in a certain specific 10×10 inches position in the training rooms you will hear a quiet sob of a grieving soldier.

there is a fake bacta patch on Five's bare chest, right over his heart. If you touch it (which you can't because they're behind a transparisteel wall) you will feel the dent of a blaster wound.

if you listen closely enough you will hear that the Jedi on the audiobooks sound more like machines than living beings. Their words are stuttering st times and sometimes they missplace the natural stress on words. Their audios are stitched together from records of reports and holocalls.

the HUD of Rex's helmet is cracked thoroughly

there are a series of distinct blaster shots on the wall in the training room playground. For no reason. With no explanation.

some of the designations on the wall of numbers are smudged or scratched out with a vibroblade.

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Holding Hands With Batboys/YJ Boys HC

req: "Hey Hey! I love your headcanons so much! Can you do how each batboy holds hands with their s/o maybe if it's not too much some yj characters like Wally, Beastboy, and Bart Allen too?"

this is the softest ask in the world omg i'm in love! i kept them short and sweet so i could fit all 7 boys in here! hope you enjoy this req was absolutely adorable but kinda hard to come up with 7 different ways to hold hands 😂!

Jason Todd

- jason doesn't just hold you hand, he engulfs it

- he's a squeezer, and you've learned to read his emotions purely through the tightness of grip and length of squeeze

- you love to tease him by trying to swing his arm around while he stiffens it, embarrassed by your public gesture but he secretly loves it

- he likes to grab your hand and pull you in for a quick peck then continue on his way, never letting go of your hand

- even though jay prefers an arm draped over your shoulder or secured around your waist, he enjoys a good hand holding now and then, especially when all he craves is your soothing touch

Wally West

- holding hands with wally usually develops into something more

- he loves to grab your hands and spin you around, sometimes ending in a dip followed by a kiss, he knows how cute you think it is in old movies and he's made it his mission to turn your life into a love story

- when cuddling he'll grab your hand and place it on his head, begging like a red headed puppy for a head massage/scratches

- in public he tries to put his hand in your back pocket, again creating a love story moment, sometimes you'll let him get away with it other times you'll simply place your hand in his, giving him a knowing squeeze

- wally is such a flirt, it's what you love him for, constantly keeping you head over heels for his lovestruck shenanigans day in and out

Tim Drake

- one of the first moves made between you and tim was holding hands, it kind of developed into a staple in your relationship

- as best friends you'd hold hands all the time casually, tim would initiate squeezing wars, always starting with 3 squeezes in a row, and you'd always squeeze back

- his grasp is soft, like he trusts you to not let go, it's comforting and endearing

- just holding his hand still gives you butterflies

- he still squeezes three times, but you know what it stands for now. he was never good at putting things into words was he?

- (squeeze) i (squeeze) love (squeeze) you.

Bart Allen

- you and bart are expert hand holders, he craves your touch 24/7 and your happy to comply, loving how when he's really excited sparks dance between your palms

- bart likes to keep you close, your hand in his is reassurance that he can scoop you up and run you to safety if anything goes wrong

- because you're both competitive as hell you'll have hand holding competitions, first one to let go loses

- bart will lick your hand, you'll offer food only if lets go, and more. the game gets lethal but it's too much fun to stop

- his teammates joke that he's like a y/n battery, he's known to get pouty when he hasn't seen you so he tries to soak up every inch of your affection when youre together, and you couldn't ask for anything better

Damian Wayne

- for damian, holding hands is probably the furthest he'll go to show physical affection in public

- at first he would fidget and grumble about the decreased dexterity but now he's the first to reach out for you when you walk together

- he likes to draw little pictures or write small cursive words with his middle finger on the back of your palm

- you're convinced that sometimes he writes i love you in cursive over and over again when you're in public but he'll never admit it, not yet anyway

- he's come to love holding your hand, getting to read your emotions just based off of your grip or a small squeeze, and you love him for how attentive and kind he is with you always

Garfield Logan

- Gar loves all forms of physical touch, he's often seen in some small animal form nuzzled in your pocket, perched on your shoulder, squeaking commands from on top of your head, or dragging you down the street hand in hand

- you're both tuggers, pulling each other around, tugging you into his embrace or vice versa, there's no lack of excitement or movement

- you both interlock your hands, fingers wrapped between each other, now-shared arm flailing around as you both point out various objects surrounded in choruses of laughter

- at the beginning you used to get stares, hand in hand with a grinning, laughing green bean, but now it's just y/n and gar logan- people often stop both of you to tell you how cute you are or ask for goofy pictures of you pretending to shoot finger guns at a dying gar, it's overall just genuinely fun to go out with garfield, spending afternoons filled with laughter and smiles- hand in hand the whole time

Dick Grayson

- dick keeps you glued to his side, his large arm usually draped around your hip as he toys with the seam of your shirt, waistband, or his favorite- jean loops

- because he is so loving most of the hand holding is you forbidding him from other, more passionate touches

- at fancy galas when he's toying with the zipper of your dress like the devil he is you'll sweetly grab his hand in yours, maybe slightly digging your nails in to tell him now is not the time for his sexual advances

- his hands are large and calloused but soft, comforting when you intertwine with yours

- sometimes you'll grasp just one of his fingers with your whole hand, trying to hold on as he tears through the manor after a wild damian, dick constantly has you grinning like an idiot- it's one of the reasons you love him more than anything in the world

Making this was way more difficult than i expected haha i really hope you enjoyed! I love seeing comments of your favorites if you wanna tell me! Love you!

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scathecraw · 3 years

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BBRae Week 2021 - Day 3: Into The Woods

“Summer camp has been so much fun, Rachel. Teether hasn’t cried once since the day after you dropped us off, and Tommy got first place in the obstacle course. You were right, we should have done a camp last year, too.” Melvin chattered excitedly on the office phone while Rachel listened patiently. “They’ve made a bunch of arts and crafts, and the woods here are so cool. They’re really old, and Gar knows so muchabout all the trees and animals and bugs.”

“And who is this Gar, Melvin? A new friendof yours?” Rachel’s emphasis was obvious, and Melvin’s blush was practically audible.

“NO! He’s a counselor. He’s really nice, but he’s really old. Like, 50 or something. You’ll meet him on parent’s day next week.”

Rachel didn’t remember anyone older than the director, a middle aged woman she had spoken to when getting them enrolled and again during drop-off. She suspected Melvin was fibbing to cover her embarrassment, but she brought it on herself by teasing the preteen. “I’m sure I will. Does this mean that you’re going to drag me out into the forest when I come? I thought it was going to be an afternoon of arts and crafts and then some campfire songs, not a forced march.”

“Duh. Arts and crafts are lame. Gar said that next year he’d show us how to whittle, which sounds better than making lanyards.” There was muffled adolescent shouting, and Melvin covered the receiver and yelled back. “I gotta go. We’re going swimming. I’ll call you on Friday. Love you, bye.” She hung up before anything could be said back, and Rachel was left with dead air while Melvin sprinted after her friends, untied shoelaces flailing behind her.

Arriving at the aforementioned “Parent’s Day”, Rachel wasn’t quite sure what to expect. The camp had at first seemed like a good way to get the three adopted children outside instead of rotting their brains, but the sheer noise of a few dozen milling, clamoring kids and groups of socializing parents made her wonder what she had subjected them, and by extension, herself, to. She was late, which probably didn’t help the situation, but she looked around the chaos in an effort to find her own three chaos engines. Instead, she was spotted.

A wild, dirty missile made a high-volume impact with her legs, nearly toppling her and babblingso fast that even Rachel’s practiced ear couldn’t discern what he was saying. She was wobbling and about to fall over when a firm hand caught her upper back and helped her regain her balance. “Teether, dude! I said you could go get her, not try to body slam her.”

Rachel finally planted her feet, acknowledged Teether with a gentle hand on his head, and looked up. And up. They both froze for an instant, but the tanned, blond man recovered first. His slack jaw snapped into a smile, and he said “Hi. You must be Rachel. I’m Gar, one of the counselors here.”

His hand was still on her back and heat radiated from it like afternoon sun. Her face had never fallen into the silly expression his had, but unconscious thought raced before she could regain her composure. ‘Definitely not fifty,’ she thought. “Hello. Yes, I’m Rachel, Teether’s mother.” She peeled Teether from her leg with practiced ease, and he sprang off of her and ran.

Gar realized that his hand still rested behind her, almost possessively, and retreated to a more respectable distance. He chuckled, nervously. “Heh. Um, Melvin and Tommy are with their friends, still, but we should probably get them. Ms. Waller asked me to show you around – she said you had just moved to the area?” It wasn’t a question, but he phrased it like it was. They began walking back towards the milling crowd of parents, children, and quite possibly enough noise to drown out a jet engine.

“Yes, it’s our first summer here. She mentioned that most of the kids made this an annual activity, but I didn’t think we’d be so strange as to warrant a personal detail.”

“Oh it’s nothing like that, it’s just that there’s not really many other summer camps around, and ‘cause we go from K-12, we get pretty much everyone. A lot of the other parents already know everybody. You’re not strange, just… new.” His eyes never left her, even as they began walking.

Back with the crowds, Melvin and a gaggle of similarly aged girls watch the two of them. One of them nodded decisively and turned to Melvin. “Okay. They’re too cute together. Look at how awkward they’re being.”

Anotherhuffed a little. “They’re just staring at each other. They should be holding hands or something, right?”

Melvin’s eyes narrowed critically. “It’s been like 10 minutes and they aren’t kissing yet. Gar’s probably too much of a nerd to do anything. We need to do something to make sure they know how perfect for each other they are.”

“Like what? They aren’t going to start making out in the middle of the crowd.”

An evil smirk crept across Melvin’s face. “Maybe not in the middle of the crowd, but what if they were all alone in the woods? Then they’d have no excuse not to!”

A look of awe crossed her companions’ faces. “That’s evil. I love it.”

But the smirk fell, half-formed plot evaporating. “But how could we get them out there alone? It can’t be anything serious, or else Rachel will ground me forever, and I bet she won’t even go unless we can trick her into it.”

“Could you just tell her you feel sick?”

“No.” Melvin shook her head slowly. “Then she’d either stay with me or just take me home early.”

One, heretofore silent, chimed in. “I think I know what we can do. But Mel, you’re going to have to make a lanyard.” She giggled at the disgusted look, and said “C’mon, we only have like 15 minutes before they start wondering where we are.”

Across the crowd and a million miles away, Garfield and Rachel were, in fact, being tremendously awkward as they watched the kids run and play. Gar fumbled his words and couldn’t decide to stare at her eyes, the curve of her neck, or decidedly anywhere except her. Rachel was the opposite. She answered in short, monosyllabic whispers and swallowed, trying to ease her desperately dry throat.

“So, uh, you said you just moved here! Do you have a job, er, of course you do, unless you don’t! That’s fine, too! Nothing wrong with… that. Yeah.” He trailed off, before gamely trying again. “So what do you do when you’re not, y’know, coming to summer camps?”

Rachel took a deep breath and centered herself. Gar started. “I’m not, like, annoying you, am I? I’m sorry, I tend to blabber -”

“No. I’m just… a little off-kilter. I’m a curator of antiquities at the museum.”

“That is so cool. Gar’s eyes were like dinner plates. “I love the museum! I always wanted to volunteer there, but I never feel like I have time between summers here and planning classes during the year.”

“Oh, you’re a teacher? Grade school or high school?”

“High school and occasionally some classes at the community college. I figured I was already teaching AP and college bio isn’t much different. I’m sure the kids get tired of me after the sixth year, though, heh.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, uncomfortably warm even for a summer afternoon.

“I suppose they wouldn’t let you teach so many years if you weren’t good at the job. Not that biology is my area of expertise.” She clarified, hearing his unspoken question. “I studied history and preservation, so a natural history museum is certainly a big change.”

“Wow, I bet. Still, nobody does what they expected to when they were in college. I got a bachelor’s in Environmental Science, but it turns out most of those jobs are just telling corporations what they want to hear.”

Rachel leveled him with a newly assessing gaze. “Believe it or not, so are quite a few jobs in archaeology. It’s what put me off of the field.”

“But hey, teaching led me to Jump and to Lake Titan Camp, so I can’t complain.”

While the two nominal adults conversed, a far more intricate conversation was happening in the craft cabin. Kole, a pink haired co-conspirator of Melvin’s, was creating a half finished lanyard in pink and purple while the rest strategized. “Okay, so I need to throw her off so she’ll agree. The pink and purple color scheme is good – pink for me, purple for her, but I need something to knock her off her game.”

“You could tell her something that surprised her, maybe. But what?”

Realization dawned. “Okay. This is a little mean, maybe, but I was planning on talking to her about it anyway. I know just what to say. Kole, how’s the lanyard coming?”

“I’ve got it to the perfect length. Just long enough that you might ‘Need a little while to finish it, pretty please.’” She held up the dangling lengths of string. “Everything ready? We’re running out of time.”

“Now or never. Let’s go.” Melvin took a deep breath and led them to the doorway.

Garfield and Rachel were deep in conversation. The initial awkwardness had faded, and while there were still sparks flying whenever they made eye contact, it was more a static buzz than the almost painful live wire sensation of their first glances. At some point they had migrated closer to where Teether and Tommy’s two groups had merged into a supercrowd of children all making noise, forcing them to stand closer to one another to be heard. They were in this huddle, all focus on each other except for both of their frequent check-in glances to the children. Rachel had dipped her toe into a hint of vulnerability to test the waters, quietly and without fanfare explaining that she had adopted all three of them from the same orphanage she had found herself aging out of.

Gar reciprocated. “That’s really incredible. I was adopted pretty young by some family friends. I know how complicated that sort of relationship can be, but it’s doing something amazing for all three of them.”

Melvin, seeing their closeness, hesitated, just a bit. She was messing with fate, a little. But she was certain it was for a good cause. And it was now or never, they were already cutting it close to “Shared Activity Time” for her age group. “Umm. Rachel.”

“Yes, Melvin?” Rachel saw that Mel was nervous. Melvin was never nervous.

“I want to finish a project for you, but won’t have time later. So, uh, I need you to find something else to do. During the Activity Time, I mean. I just want to finish making this. Please, M-mom?”

Time stopped for Rachel. She had adopted them six years ago, and there had never been a time when Melvin had consciously called her “Mom”. Forms asking for “Mother’s Name”, sure. Mother’s day celebrations, absolutely. Even a few mostly-asleep, teary pleas, but never, never while Melvin was in control of her faculties.

But while time had stopped for Rachel, it marched onward for everyone else. Melvin held her breath and waited for long, tense seconds, but Rachel didn’t seem to be coming back to her senses, so she hurriedly spat out “Okayloveyouseeyousoon,” and fled back to the safety of her friends.

Gar, too, was frozen. Not to the same degree, nor for the same reasons, but he felt like he had intruded on something intimate that he had no business being a part of. He looked around, helplessly as Rachel gaped. After several seconds of silence, he couldn’t not do something. “Uhh. Rachel? You… okay?” More frozen immobility. He waved a hand in front of her face. “Rae? You there? Do I need to get a doctor?”

She seized his hand. “Did… did she just call me “Mom”? Or did I have a stroke?”

“Yeah, ouch. She did. I’m guessing this was new?”

“I… Yes. She’s never… What… what do I do? Was she angry I didn’t answer? Where did she go?” Rachel began looking around for her.

“Whoa, slow down. She’s with her friends. She wasn’t mad, it seemed like she was nervous, but not scared. And what you do is let her come to you and talk to her like you always do, and just make sure she knows you’re okay with it. As long as you are okay with it, right?”

“Of course. I just thought...” Rachel trailed off.

“Then there’s nothing to worry about! She loves you and just told you how she feels. That’s a good thing. Let’s give her a chance to do whatever she’s doing. The rest of the kids are about to go do an activity, so we have time.”

“I think I need to get away from the crowd for a minute. I can’t believe I’m asking this, but is it alright if we just go for a walk?”

“Of course.” Gar’s grip had at some point shifted to be holding her hand back, and he led her down a dirt path towards a grove of trees. “This path is quiet and not too hard.” Her sudden harsh look had him follow up. “You’re not really wearing the shoes for hiking, Rae.”

“Hmf. And since when did I say you could call me Rae, Garfield?”

He looked stricken. “I am so sorry. I dunno what I was thinking, Ra-chel. Rachel.”

She narrowed an eye. “Rae is… acceptable, as far as diminutives go. Just don’t make a habit of it in public.”

“Cross my heart. Hey, at least being a little mad at me put your mind off of Melvin, right?”

“And now it’s right back. So very helpful,” she deadpanned.

“Easy come, easy go, right?” His smile grew a little. “I don’t wanna pry or anything, but is it really that surprising? She said you were her mom like, a dozen times during camp.”

“I suppose not. It caught me very off-guard, though. Teether and Tommy sort of switch between Rachel and Mom, but Melvin’s never really seemed like she even wanted that sort of, I don’t know, ‘Official’ title for me.”

“Listen, the whole ‘mom’ thing isn’t as scary as you’re making it out to be. You’re already giving her the kind of love a mom is supposed to, and she loves you. She talks about all the time with stars in her eyes. Being adopted doesn’t make her less your daughter. Rita Farr isn’t any less my mom for taking me in when I was eight, and Marie Logan isn’t any more or less important to me just because she’s not around.”

Rachel took a breath and sighed it out. “Thank you. That does make it easier.” They walked in silence for a short time. “Wait, Rita Farr, as in the movie star? As in, the philanthropist and art collector, married to Steve Dayton?”

He blushed a little. “Whoops, probably shouldn’ta dropped that so casually, I guess. Yeah. Steve and Rita adopted me when my parents died. It’s not always easy, but I love ‘em.” He watched her reaction carefully, hoping she wouldn’t suddenly start treating him differently for having such well-known parents.

Rachel schooled her face after having that bombshell dropped on her. “Well, if we ever meet we’ll be able to talk about some historic pieces she has that I wrote papers on.”

A beat passed, then Gar’s loud laugh broke relative silence of the forest. “Aw man, she is gonna love you.”

And just like that, the tension was broken. All the concern, the lack of balance, everything fell away, and the static buzz of easy conversation punctuated by something just a little too close to intimate for an average friendship was back.

They wandered together down the shady paths, miles away and only a few trees distant from the campground. Rachel didn’t notice the distance she had walked on the formerly dreaded forest hike, and Garfield forgot to try quite so hard with his jokes and wise cracks. They walked, hand in hand and only somewhat realizing how close they were to one another, shoulders nearly touching.

The spell was eventually broken, as they always are. They rounded a final bend, seeing in the distance the campground they had left, what, less than an hour ago? And the reality that they had left behind when they entered the sun-shafted canopies woke them up, and they found that really, their hands were quite slick. Had they been clasped together the whole time? And Rachel, especially, was starting to sweat from the heat and the walk. Garfield was suddenly nervous, after all, he never talked this much, not without making a fool of himself.

But even after emerging from that hazy dream, they held on, gently rising out of the fog and into the real world so no sudden movements could disrupt the memory, the closeness that two almost strangers that fit together like complementary puzzle pieces had shared.

It wasn’t even fully dispelled when their hands slipped apart to be wiped on cargo shorts or dark jeans, though the almost hidden flight from behind a few low-branched trees of blonde hair and untied shoelaces and quiet giggle quickly sobered them.

Garfield turned. “Was that -?”

“Melvin. Oh, that little brat, she is too damn smart for her own good. I would put money on her scheming to get us alone.” Rachel fumed and her face tightened into a mask of cold anger. “I can’t believe that she would manipulate me like this! How could she – How could she finally call me -” and the mask broke, shifting from anger to near tears in seconds.

Gar panicked. “Whoa, hold on, no. She’s not that cruel, I know it and so do you. We’re probably missing something. You just said you can’t believe she would do this – she probably didn’t. Rae I promise you, there’s got to be an explanation that makes sense.”

Rachel took a deep breath, followed by another, centering herself. “I am going to get to the bottom of this. Where would she be doing this “project” she made up?”

“The craft cabin. I’ll take you there, but I guarantee you it’s not as bad as it might sound.”

It was like the crowd parted for them without even reacting. No one looked at the worried counselor or at the steely featured parent, but nonetheless they found their path almost unimpeded. Gar held up a hand just outside the door. “Let me get you two some privacy. Please.”

“Fine. Do it.” Terse and unhappy, Rachel’s displeasure was apparent in her voice, and it made Garfield wince.

He opened the door to see five preteen girls, huddled and tittering. At least until they saw him and his serious frown. Then their eyes went wide, and they looked to Melvin in a panic. “Out, girls. Clear the room. Not you, Melvin.” He stopped her when she tried to take shelter in the middle of the pack. He turned to follow them, and glanced back almost pityingly, then shook his head and exited.

The girls all ducked their heads when they saw Rachel just outside the cabin and hurried off, racing to be the first around the corner and away from the ticking time bomb.

Garfield simply nodded, and left her to it. Rachel entered the cabin and saw Melvin almost trembling, and it broke her heart. She had worked up a head of steam on the walk and the wait, but seeing her precious daughter actually afraid stopped any real anger and left only a bitter emptiness.

Rachel wasn’t quite sure what to do with her hands. She settled on a vague, open armed shrug gesture. “Why, Mel? Was it just a prank? Just a way to manipulate me?”

Tears brimmed in Melvin’s eyes. “No, I just wanted to give you guys a chance to talk alone. I’m sorry I lied, I really did try on the lanyard, but I’m just bad at them so I had Kole do it. I’m sorry, I am.”

“What? What lanyard? Melvin, I don’t care if you had a friend help with a lanyard! I just can’t believe that you would call me your mom, just to trick me into talking to someone. I can’t tell you how badly that hurts me. I… I love you too much for that.”

“What!No, nononono, Mom, I promise that wasn’t a trick. I promise. I was gonna talk to you about it, but I just – I thought that if I – I thought that maybe if I just did it you’d just let me and maybe you’d talk to him and then it everything would be perfect. I promise. I love you, Mom. I do. And I was just trying to maybe make you not spend all your time watching me and talk to him. He’s really cool, and I could tell you like him, and he’s completely in love with you, and you’re perfect for each other. I was just trying to help you be happy!” She sobbed, breathless.

Rachel froze, then instinctively wrapped her daughter in her arms and let her cry. “Mel, you don’t need to worry about me. I am happy, I promise. I don’t need you to try to trick me into being happy. Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to say I’m not mad, but I get it. You don’t have to trick me into talking to, what did you call him, “really old, like 50 years old” guys? If we talk, we talk. That’s how adults work.”

“No, it’s not! I’ve never seen you go on a date, and you just ignore people when they try to talk to you. I know it was dumb, but I had to try something ‘cause otherwise you’d just give him that serious face until he ran away, and he’s perfect for you if you’d just give him a chance!”

“Mel. Mel, okay. I promise. I will give him a chance. But you don’t need to be worried about me. I don’t need a twelve year old playing matchmaker. You should be doing kid things, not bad romcom plots.”

“*SNRK*. They’re not bad. They’re sweet. And you like them, otherwise you wouldn’t have so many of them.” She wiped her nose with the back of her hand and glowered.

Rachel internally cursed Kori. “If you say so. Now let’s sit here for a minute, then we can go wash your face and you can go hand out with your friends. And I will have a talk with Garfield, and you will not stick your nose into my dating life. Understand?”

“Yes, mom.”

It still startled Rachel to hear that coming from Melvin, but it also warmed her heart. She hadn’t even known she wanted it until it happened, but it was like a spoken guarantee that she really was doing things right, and her little family really was working.

They sat together and Melvin showed her the lanyard that she had made via Kole. Rachel put it on the silver chain she wore around her neck and let it rest beside her heart promising mostly to herself that it would be kept safe at home. Then, when Mel had calmed down, they headed to the bathroom where Mel cleaned the tear tracks from her dirt-smudged face and rinsed her red rimmed eyes. Rachel gave her a final kiss on the forehead, and sent her off.

Gar found her standing there, staring off into space against the wall of the concrete shack. He leaned against it and slid down to sit around the corner and next to her. “So.”

“So,” she said back.

“Not saying it just to confuse you?” He glanced at her, gauging her reaction.

“No. But she wasn’t against confusing me.”

His eyebrow cocked. “Not mad?”

“Still mad. Still going to be grounded, probably. But she did it out of love.”

“Y’know, I don’t want to say I told you so, but...”

“But you totally want to say ‘I told you so,’” she finished for him.

“Yep. So what now?”

“Now, I guess I do what I was going to do before we had all this to deal with,” she said, the soul of nonchalance.

“What’s that?” he said, and when she didn’t respond, he stood up and looked around the corner. “Rae?”

“This.” with only his head around the corner, she turned and kissed him, gentle and sweet, and far too short for either of them. “I’d like to go out sometime. I want to take you to a behind the scenes at the museum, and I’ll let you choose the restaurant.”

His head spun and his eyes were out of focus. His thoughts were like molasses and he could barely get out the word “Okay.” before she was gone, a little bounce in her step.

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pricetagofficial · 3 years

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UnBEARable -GL

Warnings: Language, fluff

Word Count: 990

Tag List: @idkmanicantenglish @kishony-the-geek @catxsnow @screennamealreadyused

A/N: This was an idea I bounced off my fellow hoes (you know who you are and ilysm) and I love this with every fiber of my being.

The day was like any other, you and Gar had spent the day together walking around San Francisco and enjoying the sights. The last few months had been hard not on just the two of you but the rest of the Titans. Between Trigon and Slade, nothing had actually slowed down since you all met and Garfield had suffered a lot. But that’s what you were there for, before you had even started dating you and Gar were childhood friends. You knew what made him tick, and he knew you better than anyone else. You could tell for sure when he was having a rough day, and that’s what led you to take a day trip and enjoy each other’s company.

The day had even ended on a good note as well, you both had grabbed a tub of ice cream and ate the entire thing while binging the latest episodes of your favorite show. With the tubs discarded, you and Gar climbed into bed and fell asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around you keeping your sleeping form close to his chest.

The next morning however, you woke up to something large and fluffy taking up most of the bed. With your eyes still closed, you reached your hand out to find Gar and yell at him for leaving the door open for Krypto wander into your room.

“Gar, you didn’t shut the door…” you mumbled, trying to reach around the large furry thing.

There was a grumbling response, and it clicked that you were not feeling dog fur. This was too long and thick for a dog, slowly you opened your tired eyes and they bulged at the sight of a giant green furry thing in your bed where Garfield should have been.

With a shriek you rolled out of bed and backed into the wall. You fumbled for the door, trying to find the handle to let yourself out and find Dick, Kori, anyone really when the large green thing rolled over and you could see plain as day that it was a bear.

You watched as the giant green bear started to wake, rubbing it’s eyes and looked over at you almost as if it was confused.

“Gar?” you asked hesitantly, the bear seemed to respond to that and let out a growl. He got up to make a move towards you, only for you to back away further. Before he could do anything else, you pointed at the mirror and he turned to look at his reflection only to let out a loud growl and stumble back onto your bed and smash it under his weight.

If no one woke to your shriek before, Gar’s roars and your screams did for sure. Your hands were on your head yelling at Gar to calm down before he broke something else as he stumbled around, freaking out over the fact that he was a giant green bear.

The door to your room slammed open and, in the doorway, stood the rest of the team ready to fight off whatever was making you scream and yell, but they were not prepared to see a giant green bear in your room at all.

Dick’s face was a mixture of shock and confusion. He looked to you for answers unable to speak words as you threw your hands into the air.

“Don’t ask me how Grayson, all I know is that I woke up to a giant green bear in my bed!” you shouted, trying to be heard over Gar’s panicked roars.

“He’s going to break everything if we don’t stop him, have you even tried to calm him down yet?” Kori asked, her eyes wide.

“No! He’s a fucking bear! How the hell do I communicate with that!?” you snapped.

“Have you tried talking to him, not screaming?” Rachel asked, crossing her arms.

You took a deep breath and glared at her before, slowly taking a step towards the green bear who was trying to hide under the cover to your bed. “Gar? Baby?” you asked softly.

The large animal quit moving under the sheets and poked his head out to look at you, the black eyes looking right into yours. You could see that he was just as scared as you were if not more, it was him who turned into a bear in the middle of the night and it was his powers he was still trying to get a grasp on.

Slowly, you reached a hand out and rubbed the fur between his ears and you swore he sighed. Letting out a giggle, you sat next to him as Gar sat straight up towering over you. A series of grunts left his mouth with other sounds, as if he was trying to talk to you but this only made you laugh more.

“I don’t speak bear.” You chuckled.

If bears could roll their eyes, you didn’t know but Gar gave you the biggest eye roll and snorted a little like a laugh. Now that he was calmer, he started to shrink down and turn back into himself. Once he was back to himself, you quickly got up and grabbed clothes and handed them to him.

“Thanks babe.” He smiled and kissed your cheek as you ushered the others out of the room so he could get dressed.

It didn’t take long for him to get dressed and notice the state of your bed. Gar let out a huff and ran a hand through his hair and looked at you. “I can’t believe I turned into a fucking bear, in my sleep.”

“Neither can I.” you chuckled and hugged him from behind. He leaned back into your hold as you rested your head on his shoulder. “Just, let’s make sure you don’t crush the bed or me for that matter next time yeah?”

He laughed and turned to kiss your forehead, “I think that’s a fair deal.”

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a-square-minus-one · 3 years

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Honey 11

This chapter contains explicit content, please don’t read if you are under 18.

Fat droplets of water fall off the ends of her hair, onto her shoulders, trailing down the tops of her breasts to the edge of her towel. She grabs a smaller towel from the edge of her bed absently rubbing it into her scalp. Her towel, which was once held by her bicep pressed tightly against her torso, falls clumsily to the floor. She doesn’t question it in the safety of her own room, kicking the towel to the side. In fact welcomes it as she assesses her new scars.

She looks at the small scar she has on her cheek bone which is quickly fading only two days after their scramble against her brothers. Her eyes trail down to the sickly green patches on her arms- healing bruises from where Malchior had pinned her to the ground. Finally, her fingers land gently on the three wrinkled stripes on her side. Her chest brightens to a candy red as images of Garfield’s long, knobby fingers against her skin pop up in her mind’s eye. She lets her hand drop from the suddenly warm skin of her taut stomach. The muscles of her abs flex underneath her skin. She puts her hand around the edge of her mirror, suddenly out of breath. She shuts her eyes tightly.

What the hell am I thinking?

She screams when she opens her eyes and notices someone standing behind her.

“What the-Changeling? Are you out of your mind?” she asks, scrambling to pick up the towel at her feet. Her lips fall open when Garfield doesn’t flinch at his intrusion. He’s grown into the habit of tiptoeing around her. It hurts her a little more than she’d admit but then she remembers the number of times the sheer shock of this or that situation has caused her to inadvertently knock her teammates off of their feet and she isn’t too proud to admit that it’s a justifiable hesitance. Speaking of which, why haven’t her powers knocked out the lights? At least her body won’t be so exposed if her lamp wasn’t on.

Garfield’s face remains straight as he walks forward deliberately. She keeps fumbling with her towel but it keeps falling through her fingers like sand. She can’t keep her eyes off his in the mirror. In the low lighting of her bedroom they look black as they fix on her own eyes. Her breasts are completely bared and he hasn’t once looked down. She almost wants him to so she can escape his heavy gaze.

“Changeling?” she asks, but he doesn’t stop moving closer to her. She gets the towel around her just in time for him to press himself firmly against her back. She steps forward trying to put some space between them, parting her lips. He steps forward again, and she can feel the ridges of him through her towel. She gasps, her breath fogging the glass of her mirror.

“Gar-” her voice cuts off when Garfield places his hand over the knot she made to hold up her towel. He pauses, asking for permission. It’s the shock, she tells herself, that causes her to nod absently. He doesn’t rush to unravel the knot, opening her up like a gift, the edge of his hand brushing against her nipple as he removes the layer of fabric separating her bare ass from the fabric of his uniform. Her nipple hardens immediately at the contact. His eyes finally move down to watch the spectacle. She immediately realizes that this gaze isn’t any less intense. She tightens her thighs together.

She groans when his fingers touch the scars he left again, burning her skin even more intensely than they did before. Her forehead presses against the mirror; her breath fogging it up.

“What are you doing?” She attempts to protest but her ass is already rubbing against the hard ridges of his hips. She feels a hot tug at her core as Garfield moves his fingertips over the outermost edge of the last of the scars he left, the one closest to her belly button. And he doesn’t stop, moving his fingers over her belly button. Lower. Right above her mons pubis.

She groans, dropping her head against his shoulder. His lips enthusiastically meet the juncture where her shoulders meet her neck. She whimpers as one of his fingers dips between her labia.

“Azar...Garfield, what are we doing?” she mumbles, rubbing herself against his finger. The warmth in her stomach makes her toes curl. He pushes himself against her harder until her nipples are pressed against the cold glass of the mirror. The space between her thighs is wet and hot.

A feeling that doesn’t go away when she wakes up, alone, in the middle of her bed. She’s tangled up in her sweaty sheets and Cyborg’s oversized t-shirt. Her eyes open so widely that she’s afraid the skin at the corners of her eyeballs will split.

What in the world?

She runs a hand over her face, swollen from sleep and wet with drool.

What in the world?

She sits up in her bed.

There was no way she just dreamt that.

With Garfield?

Imposs-

Jacob.

She hurries out of bed.

Not even bothering to put on socks as she heads out of her room.

Ignoring the sticky feeling between her legs.

Jacob was fucking with her.

She knows it.

She has to get him out of this tower.

She reaches the doors of his cell, seconds from barging into the room.

She will do anything so that he doesn’t manipulate her teammates like he had just manipulated her. She doesn’t know where she will put him or how she will get him out but he has to leave. She will figure it out when she is in front of him.

“Raven!” Nightwing calls out, jogging towards her. Garfield is trailing after him, much less rushed. He looks over her body with crinkled eyebrows, probably surprised she hadn’t changed last night.

Damnit.

“We need to get them out of this tower, Nightwing. Now!”

Nightwing finally reaches her, wrapping his arms around his torso.

“And where do you propose we put them?” Nightwing asks. His patronizing tone causes the skin of her back to tighten. She steps towards him, shooting a glance at Garfield. She immediately averts her eyes to the ground, her face growing so hot it hurts. Looking at Garfield again through her lashes, Raven wishes he could be anywhere else right now.

Raven puts a hand on Nightwing’s arm, wedging herself between him and Garfield. Her current position, with her back to Garfield, is almost exactly like in her dream. Give or take a few inches, a few articles of clothes, and a Nightwing. Her face grows even hotter as she hopes that Garfield will get the hint and leave.

“They are playing with us from inside the tower,” she whispers through the sliver her lips make, feeling Garfield’s looming presence behind her. She looks back at him frantically. Nervously. Then looks back at Nightwing who leans closer to her.

“What did you say?” Nightwing asks. She feels like melting through the cracks in the ground.

“They’re playing with us from inside of the tower,” she hisses through her teeth, clenching her fists at her side.

“What do you mean they’re playing with us inside of the tower? How do you know?” Nightwing asks in a normal tone, his face crinkled with irritation like he had just tasted something sour. To Raven, he might as well be yelling. She resists the urge to look back at Garfield again.

“Azar,” Raven mumbles, placing a cool hand over her face that’s now sore with the intensity of her blush.

She can’t look back at him.

She can’t answer Nightwing’s question.

She can’t remove her hand out of fear that Nightwing will comment on how red she is.

He’s not going to let her in to remove her brothers.

And she still feels like she wants to melt through the ground.

So she does.

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Garfield usually informs his teammates about most of his abilities. How long he can stay in certain forms. Which forms he can turn into. How many times he can transform in an hour. The team needs to know all of these things in order to come up with the best battle strategies.

In his teens his ability to smell the hormonal shift when the women in the Tower were on their monthly cycles was not something he felt he needed to share. In fact, he was sure that Raven would murder him in his sleep if he even brought it up.

He also did not feel the need to bring it up when, years later, he was able to smell when Starfire and Nightwing had just had sex. And he was sure as hell not going to bring up the fact that his nose could detect which of the pair had, to put it elegantly, reached.

No, he just kept his head down, chewing quietly on whatever meal was in front of him, reminding himself that sex was natural. Most animals mated in front of their animal friends so what did it matter if he knew when his friends had sex. It wasn’t like he could control it and he wasn’t about to tell his friends to stop and deny them their happiness.

When he sees Raven, still dressed in the shirt Cyborg had given her, looking frantic in front of her brothers’ cell, his confusion replaces the immediate panic he feels at seeing her so soon after laying his hands on the bare skin of her stomach.

Then he gets closer.

“They are playing with us from inside of the tower,” she whispers. Why whisper? He doesn’t understand. Did she forget that his hearing is sensitive enough to hear her anyways?

They’re playing with us from inside the tower? What?

He looks at the door of the cell in which they are keeping her brothers.

Her brothers are playing with us? How?

Then he smells it.

Sweet and musky.

He sucks his lips into his mouth.

Oh. Oh!

He looks up, suddenly entranced by the ceiling.

He should move.

Why isn’t he moving?

Don’t smell her. Don’t smell her, you creep.

He interlocks his fingers behind his back, closing his eyes.

“What the hell was that?” Nightwing asks.

Garfield opens his eyes. Raven is gone, he had missed the tail end of the conversation.

Her scent is still all around him though. Curling up around his nostrils.

Jesus Christ.

“No idea man,” Garfield says absently. Nightwing presses his lips together. He raises an eyebrow Garfield feels like he’s shrinking beneath his gaze.

“Okay,” Nightwing draws out. “I think it’s time you and I talk about this Beast situation.”

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halzore · 3 years

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For @nelba, I hope you have a wonderful 2021 and a nice and snowy rest of 2020. I had a lot of fun writing this little scene, with hopefully a clone you like!

Tagging @starwarssecretsanta and thankyou @lilhawkeye3 for organising this and bringing some extra seasonal cheer in a pretty tricky year

disclaimer I cannot write titles for Shit, please excuse me while I scream.

Word count: ~2000

Warnings: So much fluff I think i just suffocated.

Without further ado:

FOX^2

“That’s it. Get up.” Thorn had burst into Fox’s office, irritation etched on the man’s features. Fox’s head barely moved from the mountain of data pads, focus tuning out his brother’s arrival.

“Get up!” Thorn repeated. Fox looked up from his work, vexed by the interuption. “You’re going on the beat.”

Thorn was flurrying around the room, trying to dismantle the precarious pile of data pads and bother Fox into moving. Fox was not buying it.

“I’m not going on the beat.” It was a statement, matter-of-fact. No one would have argued with Fox. Except for Thorn. Thorn turned around to his brother, copping the determined stare and matching it with a grin. He waved a paper in front of Fox’s nose.

“According to this signed override form from Marshall Commander Cody, you are.” Thorn was too proud of himself, a shit-eating grin beaming across the room at his peeved brother.

“I’ve got paperwork, I can’t go.” Fox gestured at the scattered data pads, in a last ditch attempt to rid himself of his persistent co-commander.

“You. Are. Going. On. Beat.”Thorn had marched himself around the back of Fox, lifting him up by the shoulders, out of his chair, dragging him along behind. “Now.” Thorn thrust him out of the door and locked it from the inside.

Fox stood in the hallway, he had not had enough caf for this. He turned to the locked fort calling through it.

“Thorn, I need my helmet.”

~~~

The beat was pretty quiet, it usually was. Fox had to admit that it was nice to have some air, even though Coruscant wasn’t particularly well known for the freshness of it’s air. Leaning against his speeder, he absent-mindedly listened to his police scanners as he scanned the streets for miscreants. His mind wandered to the pile of work sitting back at headquarters, making little lists of what he had to fill in and when. He was so far away in his work that he didn’t see you barrel down the street.

Your feet were carrying you as fast as they could, your running form weakened by the small bundle you held close to your chest. Your eyes were fixed on the little nose pointing out of the material, it’s round eyes peering up at you. You didn’t notice the plastoid covered man getting closer and closer until you rammed into his chest plate.

Your chest was heaving, bent over, one hand holding the bundle to your chest the other placed firmly on you knee. The clone trooper hovered for a moment, his bucket turned towards you in intrigue.

“Uh, ma’am” You looked up at the clone.

“Ah shit..” You bundled your little friend closer to your chest and turned away from the officer. Fox looked at you, his eyes scanning trying to sus out the scene although you couldn’t see that.

“What have you got there.” Fox carefully enquired. Your face had guilt written all over it, eyes searching desperately in the Courscanti air for an answer, when none came, you squared up to the officer, trying to give off an air of confidence.

“I can explain.” You unwrapped the little bundle you had been clutching at your chest. A little red snout popped out, followed by two dark but inquisitive eyes. The red fur wrapped around the little creatures face, except for it’s chin and chest, where it was contrasted by a crisp white.

“You see, I was walking down the alley behind my work, and I saw a rather dodgy gentlemen.” Fox was half-listening still looking incredulously at his own namesake. “I saw him try to palm this little beauty onto some back-street crim, and I knew the little guy was in trouble.”

“So you stole a fox, off an illegal smuggler.” Thorn was definitely never going to hear the end of this.Fox would never let Cody get away with this. The commander of the Courscant guard, back on beat for one day and this. “What were you going to do after that?” Fox took a deep breath as you wriggled on the spot, your face settling in a nice cringe.

“You see, I hadn’t thought that far…” You trailed off, your eyes focussing around back the way you came.

“And…” Fox prompted

“And that.” You pointed at the angry man walking unnaturally fast towards you and the clone, before you wrapped the fox up again, turned on your heels and began to run away from your pursuer.

“Hey! Wait!” Fox called after you, he drew his pistol and set it to stun. He sent a blue ring towards the angry man, before turning around to catch up with you. You were a decent runner, but not good enough to outrun the likes of the GAR’s finest. A strong hand grabbed your free arm. “Wait.” He said more softly now. Fox took his helmet off and clipped it to his belt.

You let out a laboured sigh, admiring the clone’s handsome face.

“Thankyou.”

“Just doing my job,” He stretched out his armoured arms towards you. “How about you hand me that little guy and I’ll keep your little vigilante action to myself.” You gave the clone a little blush as you handed over the fox.

“What’s your name trooper?” Your hands, now they were unoccupied, hand gone to fidgeting with your hair.

“Fox.” A shocked silence followed.

“Your joking.” You scoffed at the man before you. “No way.” Fox’s mouth gave a little uptick, a smirk. “You’re serious” An amused disbelief shone in your eyes as you began to laugh at the wild situation you had gotten yourself into.

The fox wriggled in Fox’s arms. You took a step back admiring the image.

“Well, Fox, there is no way this day can get any weirder, so I must ask.” Fox’s eyes were trained directly on you as one hand scratched the head of the animal in his arms. “Would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow?”

Taken aback by the question, and by the ease of the deliverance of the question, Fox took a moment to regroup. He seemed to mull it over for a few moments, all the while your stomach was doing flips and you swore that your heart had got loose of it’s casing. Fox looked at you again, a small smile creeping across his features.

“Yeah sure, why not.” You beamed up at the man, before writing you comm channel onto a little slip of flimsi you found in one of your pockets.

~~~

Fox stood in front the mirror in the barracks. Behind him, Thorn and Thire were gossiping as usual.

“I can’t believe it was a Fox.” Thorn shook his head. “It could have been any animal in the galaxy.” “Nice hair, ori’vod” Thire chuckled, earning himself an approving punch from his brother. Fox looked in the mirror, his hair slicked in an unnatural way. Why did this have to be so hard, why did Thire say that Fox’s hair was too unkempt for a lady. Fox sighed, wondering if he should bail. He didn’t want to, but going out for dinner, in public, without his armour, sounded worse than going on the beat.

At least you would be there, the little firecracker he had met for fifteen minutes. Hopefully that would make it worth it. Behind Fox, Thire and Thorn continued to chat shit as Fox continued his scrutiny.

“Would you two shut up and help me out.” Thorn and Thire looked at their older brother. “Would she like this?” Fox asked as he moulded his hair into the sixth new hairstyle fo the night. Thire grinned, Thorn facepalmed, before releasing their critiques.

~~~

He was standing outside the restaurant you had picked for what seemed like an eternity, his eyes peering into the streetlight lit night, searching for your face. He was beginning to wonder whether you had stood him up, when you came walking purposefully over to him.

You looked amazing, your hair was done differently than last time Fox had seen you, a semi-formal outfit that was dazzling. You looked ethereal.

“Wow…” Fox’s mouth was agape, ogling at your presence.

“Your jaw is supposed to close there buddy,” you gave his chin a gentle push to where it was supposed to be. “Sorry I was late, the taxi service is so unreliable around here and I didn’t want to walk.”

“I’m just glad you made it.” Fox smiled a little, before you lead him inside.

The restaurant was like a little garden, surrounded by pot plants of every colour and variety. Creeping vines crawled up perfectly placed metal bars that separated the tables into their own little private areas. There were a few wooden seats up by the bar, all of which were filled by humanoids and aliens of all species. The restaurant was bustling, a lively electric energy that buzzed through the place. You and Fox found your seats that you had booked earlier, they were over, just off from the bar.

Both you and you clone date regarded the menus, scouring for options to suit your culinary needs. It was after the second drink you shared with Fox that you noticed something was wrong. A blue Twi’lek man sat on the end of the bar in silence, glaring at the back of Fox’s head. You nodded you head over Fox’s shoulder and he glanced in that direction quickly. The Twi’lek noticed, moving up from the bar and over to your table. Fox instinctively reached for his pistol and cursed when he couldn’t find it.

Fox had stood up now. You as well, waiting for the tense scene to unfold.

The Twi prowled forward, disdain emanating from his entire existence. He moved in closer to Fox and you could see him shift his feet to a better stance. There was a stone cold silence, charged with a violent static. All the patrons and staff had turned to look at your small corner of the restaurant.

The Twi didn’t move, Fox waited with bated breath. A sound, followed by a wet sticky substance landing on his face.

“Republic scum.” It was a deep grumble from the Twi. He stood a head taller than Fox, who didn’t move, trying to diffuse the situation. Anger bubbled up from within you, a distaste settling in your mouth causing a sour expression on your face. You cracked you knuckles, took a deep breath, walked around the table, never breaking eye contact with the Twi and placing yourself between Fox and the irritator.

“What did you say?” You voice was low too, carrying danger. The Twi returned your glare.

“I asked you a question,” you repeated. Again, the Twi didn’t respond. You moved right up close to the blue alien, to the point where you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“I said, Republic Scum.” The Twi’lek repeated.

“Brrrr. Wrong answer.” You broke the tension, by sending your knee straight into the man’s groin. The restaurant descended into chaos as the Twi tumbled to the floor. You felt a hand wrap around your arm and pull you towards the exit. All the action blurred together until you were out in the street just you and Fox.

You walked along silently for a few minutes.

“Trouble really has a knack at finding you doesn’t it.” You blushed, it wasn’t the first time someone had said that to you.

“No.” You corrected. “Unfortunately, I seem to find trouble. Thanks for getting me out of thier.” Your tone turned apologetic. “I shouldn’t have done that, put you in that position I mean.”

Fox turned to look at you.

“I’ve never had a civvie stick up for me like that before.” A sort of sadness settled in your chest at the revelation. You slipped you hand into Fox’s entwining your fingers as you kept walking.

~~~

Fox wished he didn’t have to let go of your hand as he made it to the front door of your apartment. Despite the event of the evening, you had grown on him quite a lot.

“So I guess I should say goodbye.” He stood close to you, hand still in yours.

“Only you have to, or you could come in? I could make you a hot chocolate.” A small smile played on your features as your eyes seemed grow wider in plea.

“One hot chocolate sounds good.” Fox conceded.

He settled on the couch as you babbled away about your family, friends and life whilst bustling in the kitchen, making the hot chocolate. Steam poured off it as you brought it into the room. You placed one in Fox’s hand before plonking yourself next to him on the couch. You drank in a comfortable silence as you watched the speeder’s whizz past in the coloured lights of a coruscant evening.

“Ah, you have a bit of froth there.” You reached up, a little tentatively, to wipe some from underneath Fox’s nose. Your cheeks reddened as your hand came to rest on Fox’s cheek. Fox put his drink down on the table in front of him and reached up and placed his hand over yours. “Thanks for a wonderful night Fox.” It was quiet, nervous, the vigour from earlier in the night vanishing in the midst of the butterflies in your stomach.

“We will have to do it again sometime.” Fox leaned, the tip of his nose tickling yours. An unspoken invitation, an energy, Your heart pounded in your chest as Fox brought up both his hands to cup your cheeks. You lips met in a tender moment, savoured by the both of you. Fox pulled away.

“I really have to go, but I’ll see you soon, that’s if you want.”

You offered him a warm smile. “Of course I want.”

You followed him to your doorframe, where you wrapped him up in your arms. “See you soon Fox.”

~~~

Fox walked into the barracks with a huge grin. Thorn ran to catch up with him.

“So, how was it.”

“Perfect.”

Thorn began to ask a number of intrusive questions. Fox ignored him. Nothing could ruin this night for him. A thought crossed his euphoric mind, he reminded himself to thank Thorn. Maybe he should go on the beat more often.

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Fixing Gar’s Season 2 Arc

Gar’s whole Season 2 Arc was so mishandled.

They set up his trauma in season 1 and in episode 1 of season 2 but barely follow up. Gar, instead, gets shoved to the background and turned evil only to be brought back by Rachel.

His arc should be overcoming his fear of disappointing people and not hiding true feelings.

There is really good setup for this, him going with Jason and feeling responsible for his kidnapping, then his fight with Rachel that only cements this, reaching a fever pitch when Conner unknowingly attacks police under Gar’s supervision.

Instead of what we got, we could have this:

Episode 2: The team tries to train their powers but Gar is scared of his abilities. He has a capacity to do things he never thought he could and it terrifies him. He has been training more in hand to hand combat with Jason.

Episode 3: Gar is relagated to desk duty while the older titans chase Dr Light. Gar isn’t happy but he doesn’t want to push Dick so agrees hastle free. After Rachel nearly killed Jason and Dick humiliated him on top of that, Gar could see that Jason needed a win, Gar saw an opportunity and decided they should both go after Dr Light. Jason quickly thinks of a plan involving Robin distracting him while Gar gets ready to perform a sneak attack in tiger form. They manage to beat Dr Light, and for a moment Gar is more confident with his powers. This is cut short by Jason getting kidnapped by Deathstroke.

Episode 5: Gar, reaches the tower, feeling responsible for Jason’s kidnapping. He feels the toll from everyone, which kicks in his biggest worries. He pictures them all beating on him like in episode 1. This stress all comes out during Gar and Rachel’s argument where at the pivotal “screw you” He felt himself nearly transforming.

Episode 7: Gar patches up Jason, putting his training from Dr Caulder to good use. The boys both find an equal understanding with eachother, having a similar fear of being abandoned. Gar reveals that he has nightmares and he can’t sleep. (Now the “can’t a guy get some sleep?” Line isn’t just lazy writing)

Episode 9: He more or less goes through the same beats as he does in the actual episode. Though his nightmares of course garner more attention. And he feels more responsible for the team being divided.

Episode 10: Gar is stressing and can’t get in contact with Dick. Of course not knowing about Dick’s... trip he suspects the worst, that he is being ignored on purpose. Luckily Krypto finds him and leads him to Conner. Of course Conner is angry and Gar takes the “maybe we should both be locked up” line to heart, before they both flee. Gar decides that the right thing to do is to take Conner to Superman and for Gar to take a break from the Titans. He makes the call to Bruce asking if he can get in contact with Superman. Bruce comes to the tower to pick up conner and Gar says goodbye. Gar then makes a second call, to the doom patrol.

Episode 11: Gar arrives at the Mansion and tries to adjust back to his old life with the Doom Patrol (p.s if I get anything wrong about the Doom Patrol it’s because the show isn’t on netflix), looking at his “Nirvana now refirbished to an old fashioned wine cellar. He then meets the newest inclusions Jane and, of course, Vic Stone. Gar has dinner with the doom patrol and they all catch up on where eachother have been. Gar talks to Vic, who he feels inspired by as someone who has been able to turn their pain into something good. He has a heart to heart with Cliff, Rita and Larry and is finally able to release all his bottled up emotions. They tell him that he shouldn’t worry about the approval of other and that Gar is his best self when he is fully trusting in himself and his ability. He then decides to finish his mission, Operation: Save the Titans.

Episode 12/13: Rachel is regrouping the team, she manages to rally Kori, Dawn, Donna and Jason. The last person on her list is Gar who she’d purposely put to last. She finds him at the arcade where they first met. They both reconsile and apologise for all the things they said to eachother. With Gar’s help, they are able to get Conner to join then in the final fight. During the battle he discovers the key to his powers being his emotional attachments, and uses that to be able to turn into other animals. He is even able to safe some people in trouble, and finally feels like a full fledged hero.

By the finale, he can change into:

A Tiger - His life before the accident, a symbol of his parents and his youth.

A Snake - rebirth, the shedding of old skin.

A Bear - His family at the Doom Patrol, of Cliff, Rita, Larry and to a lesser extent Niles.

A Raven - His newest family with the titans. Dick, Kori and of course Rachel.

A Monkey - His outgoing nature and want to make people laugh.

By the end Gar is a much stronger person. Him and Dick had been able to form a stronger bond by working on putting the past behind them. He is of course stricken with grief over Donna’s death, but he allows himself to express it outwardly to others and he knows doesn’t hold guilt towards what happened. He chooses to celebrate life rather than mourn over death.

Going forward we’d see a more confident Gar, much closer to his comic counterpart. Of course he is still kind and compassionate, but he carries a new found willingness to speak his mind and be himself. When it comes to his powers, Gar would be learning to change into more animals or as he says “filling out his pokedex”, as well incorporating his powers into his hand to hand training (e.g: Claws, nightvision, etc.).

Thank you for coming to my ted talk. Let me know if you want me to do this for any other characters, I’ve been working on a rewrite for the whole season in the background on and off for like a year now. I really hope I can form a discussion out of this. Merry Christmas.

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