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bluejaysandblackbats · 2 months

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Titans Academy

Fandom: DC Comics, Titans, Arrowfam

Summary: Grant struggles to accept his new reality when Roy takes him in and enrolls him in Titans Academy. He must adjust to life at a boarding school and life with his new foster family (Roy and Lian). Can he learn to trust the people who claim to care about him? Or will he shut himself off from love altogether?

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Grant Emerson, Roy Harper, Bart Allen, Toni Monetti, Cody Driscoll, Lian Harper, Jade Nguyen, Audrey Spears, Tommy Blake Jr.

Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Boarding School AU, No Powers AU, Found Family, Second Chances, Roy Harper is a Legal Guardian, Roy Harper is a Father, POV First Person, Grant Emerson POV, Autistic Bart Allen

Chapter Two: Disorientation Day

It took a day longer than expected, but we pulled into this gigantic school. It looked like a castle. He parked in the lot and got my bag from the trunk. "Looks like I'll have you enrolled and settled in time for dinner. Come on," Roy explained. He gave me my bag, and I followed him to the school's entrance. Roy had all sorts of paperwork on me and handed it to the woman at the front desk. He was flirting with her right in front of me.

"Is he new?" a little voice asked. I turned around and looked at this goofy freckled kid who leaned over the counter like he was looking for something. "Sorry, are you new?" He reached out to shake my hand, and I smiled.

"Yeah, I'm new... I'm Grant," I replied.

"Bart Allen, nice to meet you. RoycanIshowhimaround? Doeshehaveanassignedroom? Canhestayinmyroom? Istillneedanewroommate," Bart barely breathed in between sentences.

"Sure you can. Kind of. No, he cannot. I'll look into that," Roy answered without breaking a sweat. Bart grinned. He whispered something to Bart, and he nodded. "Don't worry. Bart's a nice kid."

When an adult says someone's a nice kid, they're usually a narc or a loser. Not Bart, though. He was the coolest. Bart showed me around the school and showed me some of his hiding places. That part seemed like it was against the rules, though. "This is my favorite place in the whole school," Bart whispered, "We have to be quiet in here, though." He opened the door, and the room was dimly lit with color-changing lights. There were hanging beads and bean bag chairs, and the floor and walls were padded. I squinted at him, but he didn't seem to notice. "See, lookit." Bart lay on a swing in the center of the floor, his limbs limply hanging as he hung upside down. I have to admit, it was kind of cool.

"What class is this?" I asked.

"It's not a classroom. It's the sensory room," Bart whispered, "You can come in here any time as long as you have permission."

"Mm... I don't know. It's not me," I replied. Bart sat up.

"Come on, try it," Bart whispered. I hesitated, but I joined him on the swinging platform. It was alright. I got the appeal of it, but it wasn't my thing. He started talking about a sci-fi show I liked, and I lit up. We must've talked for twenty minutes non-stop because Roy came to get us for dinner. I stood up, and Bart followed.

"Yeah, but do you like the comics?" I asked. He nodded, recommended some horror comic I'd never heard of, and then described the plot. "Oh, that sounds sick." I recoiled playfully. We followed Roy to the dining hall and continued to talk. It was nice meeting somebody that liked the same stuff as me, especially the second I got there. That was pure luck.

We got dinner, school lunch, single-file style, and we sat at a dinner table in the back corner of the room. The food was actually pretty good. Bart ate like a giant. It was the quietest he'd been since I met him.

"This is your class schedule and day-to-day schedule. I'm gonna be on you about being on time for everything after I give you a week to adjust to it all. Bart knows what I'm talking about," Roy explained. Bart nodded. He refused to come up for air to answer a yes or no question, but I get it. The food was that tasty.

"Why do I have like ten classes?" I asked.

"Mm, no," Roy replied as he swallowed his food, "See Pre-Cal, Physics, English 11, History, Phys Ed? Stuff like that? Those are your classes. Then you have group therapy on Monday and Wednesday, a study group in Room 15 on Thursday, and private therapy on Tuesday... Then the weekends are marked for any activities that might come up. Bart's in my group sometimes for weekends, depending on what we do. I'll usually take one of you, but I'll take up to five of you to do something if you don't have detention or family visits," Roy explained in great detail.

"So you take kids on trips?" I asked.

"Sometimes other people do it. Like you might go with Garth or Donna or somebody like that," Roy answered, "Most of the kids here enjoy the trips. Hopefully, you will too."

"I liked laser tag," Bart announced once he finished eating. I grinned.

"I don't happen to have any classes with Bart, do I?" I asked. I really hoped we would.

"Bart's a freshman. You might see him during P.E. if you can catch him," Roy answered, "Oh, and maybe English."

"You're not a freshman?" Bart asked. I shook my head. I guess it made sense that he was younger than me, but it definitely sucked that I'd probably never see him during school hours.

"I'm a junior," I replied. Bart slumped back in his seat. "Why are you in English 11 if you're a freshman?"

"I got bored, and they don't offer advanced placement classes," Bart answered.

"Yet," Roy replied as he waved his fork at Bart.

"Cool," I grinned.

After dinner, Bart ran off somewhere, and Roy took me back to his house, which was a five-minute walk from the boy's dorms. He unlocked his door and showed me to my room, and he showed me where the bathrooms were. "You'll have a heavier load than some of the other kids... But I promise if you do everything you're supposed to, I'll make it worth your while during the weekend activities. I make the same promise to the other kids, and I keep my word on that," Roy replied. I nodded. "That being said... Lights out at nine-thirty, and we're on laundry duty at four tomorrow morning."

I blinked hard. "Four in the—. Four in the morning?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's when I get up," Roy replied, "Sounds like you and Bart hit it off. I'm glad. He's usually off by himself a lot."

"Don't know why. He seems cool," I replied as I unpacked my bag. Roy stood in the doorway. "So, are you a teacher or counselor or something?"

"Dorm parent," Roy answered, "I'll get you some sheets from the hall closet."

He left me alone, and I started feeling homesick. I don't know why. It wasn't like I could've stayed there after everything that happened. So, I lay on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. I don't know what I was homesick for. I hated everything about my life before it all went up in flames, but I think I missed the familiarity of it all. This was all so new and weird and sudden. I just wanted things to feel stable for once... But what do I know about stability, right?

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my-gf-is-kazuichi-soda · 8 months

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Hey no hate, you realize that you’re literally in love with your own version of Kazuichi right? Literally no one in this entire world thinks of Kazuichi the same way as you.

Heeheehee, yes! Ngl my ego is having a feast with that last sentence.

You've unlocked an essay! Have fun reading lol.

Honestly though, I do think of my Kazuichi as an extension of the og Kazuichi, but like, in a different timeline. Not an entirely different personality, even if it seems like that because I draw fanart of her at different points in time without much of an explanation.

I've been thinking about that rule of fandoms post I reblogged earlier. I feel like I only barely scratched the surface of a thought with my tags, but I only had a few minutes left in my break at work. Also, wasn't sure how personal I wanted to get on someone else's post.

At what point does fan-written character development end and "an entirely new character, completely different from the original" begin? Even characters in canon, written differently in some way, can be considered "not canon" by fans. Take "modern-day" Simpsons for example; there was one segment from a "recent" episode (honestly, I don't remember how long ago I heard this statement, so "recent" could mean anywhere from the past 10 years) where Bart genuinely asks "what's the 90s?" This made a lot of people angry, because Bart Simpson was a staple of the 1990s that embodied the vibes of that era, so hearing him say this felt like a far cry from his old self. This Bart is technically "canon," but a lot of people would argue that this is Not Bart Simpson.

Another example is Steven Universe Future. I did not like that epilogue season. I liked the 12-to-14 year old Steven's optimism, and it felt like they strayed so far from his character to have this kindhearted, loving character become so selfish and bitter and, there's no way to explain it without spoilers but he commits an act so heinous that I honestly felt like they took his blind rage too far just for shock value and sacrificed the entire character for it. But, some things just don't reach everybody. What I saw as "That's Not Steven", some people were able to enjoy and get a cathartic story of someone healing from trauma (I wish I felt the same about that show). For me, it was painful to watch, and I only finished the season to end my anxiety about it, seeing him get worse and nothing get better at the end of each episode was bringing me to tears ("Then how can you play Danganronpa if you're so sensitive?" you might ask? I have different expectations and standards for an edgy murder game for teenagers than I would for a kids' cartoon. I'm less shocked when violent acts happen in Danganronpa or Family Guy than I was at Steven Universe Future). Anyway I would consider this version of Steven Universe's character "not canon," and I cringe when people bring up his character in Steven Universe Future as canon, despite that, yeah, it's canon. It's canon but I hate that it's canon.

Anyway, I have a point here, and it is that what is considered strict canon to some may be considered more loosely by others. And fandoms are where we should be free to explore ideas that the writers cant do, whether it's because it doesn't fit the themes, or it isn't "marketable," or it's because the canon writers wouldn't come up with it, or just simply because you wanted to see it and no one can stop you. I understand some people have ideas about characters you'd want to keep the same, I do too! I hate when people reduce Kazuichi to just "fuckboy who flirts with Sonia and parties all the time and is really dumb" (tell me you fell for Kazuichi's act without telling me you fell for Kazuichi's act) or "sad pathetic meow meow" (like, aside from the "blorbo" language, this feels like one part of Kazuichi that gets misunderstood as the entirety of Kazuichi. Kazuichi can be pretty badass.)

Fandoms have been getting more picky and hostile lately (I'm realizing I have too, so I'm working on that), and I think we could all benefit from letting go of some of our stricter ideas about "sticking to canon" and being more easy-going about people writing a character differently than you would, especially because it's fanon. Because we're doing this on our own volition and not for a paycheck. Because kids writing for the first time shouldn't feel like quitting if they can't make the characters "on-model" or "in-character."

Also, Danganronpa at times is kind of poorly written and sexist, so why should I have to stress over adhering to the standards set by those writers and then carried on by teens in the fandom (who might be looking at it uncritically, not that I blame them they're still learning) when I can set some standards of my own?

The "canon" version of Kazuichi, according to the spinoff games I never played, is that she's forever doomed by the narrative to spend at least three years after graduation still pining over the same damn character who has repeatedly shown no interest. Also, doomed to keep the same appearance that she canonically doesn't like (and everyone else also looks exactly the same as their child selves). Like, this is the same character who changed her appearance in middle school because she was sick of being taken advantage of by people who didn't give a rats ass about her. There were other reasons too, but I feel like nobody talks about this one in particular: she wanted to change, so she did. So why does she need to keep the same appearance after that, when she's older and the stakes are lower and she's gone through so much and gotten some development in the second game's end? The meta reasons are so that Spike Chunsoft doesn't have to pay someone to update the sprite model, because Kazuichi is recognizable (marketable) in her canon look, and because it's easier to leave everything the same.

Personally, I wouldn't mind if Kazuichi wanted to keep the same appearance, that's what attracted me to her in the first place. But she herself isn't happy with it (evidence: the last FTE). I just filled in some blanks in the story in my own way, because there's a lot of ways to interpret her character and they don't have to fit in with whatever canon says is the way. I don't 100% trust Hajime's word, Chunsoft's word, or what other fans have to say. I'll listen to it, though, but yeah I am going with my own interpretation.

Don't worry, when I say "Kazuichi is a girl because I said so" I do mean my Kazuichi (and whoever else wants to make Kazuichi a girl, which, go for it!). I don't mean "I'll fight you on it if you think differently." My ideas for Kaz are just one possibility for her, there's tons of others and they're valid whether I personally care for them or not. I don't mind boy Kazuichi at all! I just...I love girls...so she is a girl. In my heart. On another level, I was tired of boy characters getting the cooler designs that don't have a boob focus, so when I saw her I was like "that one has to be a girl! I'm claiming her right now. And probably also a lesbian, just because!" And then I ended up adoring her, because she's so adhd/autistic and I relate a lot to her struggles in socializing and making friends. I hate when people say she's "not emotionally mature enough for friendships/relationships" (that's such a mean statement! I've heard it before about myself. It hurts to hear. ;-; It sounds very victim-blamey.) Yeah, her social problems from autism/adhd definitely play a large role in her problems in making and keeping friends, but another large reason she struggles is because other people don't get her, and that's not her fault. She tries, she tries way harder than I did when I was a teenager to make everyone like her, and it doesn't work, because other people can be shallow assholes who see a "weird kid" and just don't care. I'm not saying that's everybody who doesn't want to be friends with her, Kazuichi can also be mean and push people away and also can be bad at reading the room, but her struggle to make friends is not all everyone else's fault just like it's not all her fault. Some people just have too much neurodivergent swag or uncanny valley for others to get us. So we need to find each other.

Anyway, wow I guess I really needed to talk. It frustrates me that so much of my story is only in my head right now. I want to actually show the progression of Kazuichi's character (so that her character progression looks less like "I just pulled this out of my ass" and more like "I swear guys, I'm actually going somewhere with this! It'll make sense later!") and my s/i's character progression too (in the fanfic we grow alongside each other and because of each other), but it takes time to write a story when I'm also learning the work-life balance. This was my first year having a "real job" and of living alone, I basically get home after the 8 hours of busywork and then get to drawing Kazuichi and watching cartoons and playing video games. Trying to be really patient with myself.

#kazuichi soda #kazuichi souda #I ramble #trying to keep the mood up on this one even if it was a bit ranty #also: no one sees her the same way I do...*yet* >:3

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the-sprog · 1 year

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I posted 5,937 times in 2022

That's 4,178 more posts than 2021!

160 posts created (3%)

5,777 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@dbphantom

@auroraphantasma

@suspiciousbluejay

I tagged 1,011 of my posts in 2022

#danny phantom - 49 posts

#dpxdc - 40 posts

#dcxdp - 36 posts

#yes - 26 posts

#billy batson - 18 posts

#omg - 17 posts

#goncharov - 16 posts

#unreality - 16 posts

#dc - 13 posts

#captain marvel - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#im so sorry for my friends that have to deal with me talking about daredevil and doctor who all the time in the past 6-months i am so sorry

My Top Posts in 2022:

Billy learned how to embroider because he needed a way to fix his clothes that also didn't make them look just like he had mashed random fabric together.

He got taught by an old lady who lives near the diner he goes to most days (she has no grandchildren and Billy has been great company).

He got into the habit so now he does it everytime there's something to repair. Little flowers, birds, tigers and (most prominently) lightning bolts start appearing on all his clothes.

When he joins the Justice League he starts trying to figure out how to do little designs of everyone's logo and when the time comes he uses his skill and the hero's respective logo to help fix their clothes and uniforms.

He once stitched back Batman's cape, even though the next day he was saddened by seeing that Bruce was using a new one (the fixed cape was secured inside a glass display).

Flash starts bringing him all the stuff he tears because he loves the little additions. He even buys the thread and needles for the Captain since he's making him use so much of it. Cap's fine with it, it's a good way to spend monitor duty.

Diana once payed him (she insisted because no labor should go unrewarded) to decorate a dress for an upcoming event she was planning to go to.

677 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

Characters who are overpowered children and the only thing that's stopping them from obliterating anything and anyone is their overwhelming sense of duty and responsibility >>>>>>>>> literally anything else

864 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

Bare w me because I'm a newbie DC fan

But

What if Danny's connection to the JL was Flash? Iirc Bart is a forensic scientist. So...

Danny being the victim of a homicide and taking too long to regenerate because he's too far from Amity and the portal's constant stream of ecto. So Bart gets put in charge of figuring out who he is and what happened to him. and he realizes "oh fuck the kids a meta" because... Danny's blood.

And then Danny wakes up, freaks out because he's never woken up in a morgue before and runs before the police notices and contacts the GIW

Now Bart has a meta runaway victim of homicide in Central city and he has to decide whether contacting the JL Dark is worth it.

1,215 notes - Posted July 26, 2022

Imagine if Danny ends up in Gotham and starts vigilante-ing. The bats let him, so they must know him, must approve of him in some way.

And, well, Danny is not shy to say he's a ghost or make death jokes. Kid seems to particularly dislike the Joker...

Rumors start going around. People connect dots (are they right though?) And well... A dead kid, who the bats help out, seems to really hate the Joker most of all, seems to be fixated on helping people...

They assume this new vigilante is just the ghost of Robin, who died not too long ago (iirc Jason stays dead for like a year. But like sliding timeline. It's confusing)

Now, the question is: do the bats also think this? If so, they probably don't mention Jason's name or call him Robin. Kids going around calling himself Phantom, least they can do is respect his wish. He doesn't seem to remember his life (because he wasn't the one who lives it but what do they know) so they try to not mention that either.

Jason comes back and is very confused when he hears about this new meta who people seem to be certain is the second Robin.

1,262 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Still thinking about the fact that in the movie this is basically how Billy gets chosen

Shazam: i need someone pure of heart to inherit the power of the champion of magic and protect the world

Billy, a little confused, slightly excited at the idea of superpowers: really???

Shazam: yes! But we're running out of time so you'll have to do

strucks Billy with a lightning

Dies

Billy, now 6'2: what the fuck

1,861 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

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jp-hunsecker · 2 years

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For all its claims of retroactive continuity, the latter-day Halloween trilogy sure relies heavily on what it purports to ignore. Halloween Kills rehashed Halloween: The Curse of Michael Myers, and now Halloween Ends seems to take its cues from Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers, in a way picking up where that one left off.

This latest installment could certainly use a subtitle; perhaps something along the lines of Michael Myers, We Hardly Knew Ye. When Laurie Strode calls Michael “the personification of evil,” she means it quite literally. And why not? After all, it’s much easier to label him a bogeyman (nay, The Bogeyman) than it is to even attempt to answer the question of just who the fuck Michael Myers is.

Mind you, I don’t want his Wikipedia biography; when it comes to villains, less is always more. The problem is that this movie reminds me of the old anecdote about Billy Wilder asking Jack Lemmon to give him “less” take after take, until Lemmon finally snapped, “what do you want?! Nothing?!” — which is exactly what Halloween Ends gives us.

The filmmakers remain at all times oddly incurious regarding Michael’s actions (or lack thereof); it’s as if they have grown themselves weary of the character, relegating him to the background and in the process officially turning Halloween Ends into the Blade: Trinity of this franchise.

First, they try to find a substitute (in spite of its title, the film is a halfhearted ‘passing of the torch;’ sort of like the new Candyman only nowhere near as well executed). This endeavor fails miserably because the movie cares about as little for this heir apparent as it does for The Shape himself. The character, called Corey Cunningham, is given a domineering mother (as if we haven’t that before), but don’t go blaming the parents just yet; the old woman is no Norma Bates/Margaret White, and her only sin is to have been written as a hag just so that no one (audience included) will miss her when she gets got.

Then again, several people get butchered (though the kills are nothing to write home about either), their bodies left lying in a pool of their own blood, yet nobody seems to even notice. For all intents and purposes there are only two cops in this town, and one of them — who may or may not be retired — can’t be bothered to give a single solitary fuck when the other one disappears (who on the other hand doesn’t even get a perfunctory ‘hey, what happened to so-and-so’?).

Where was I? Oh, yeah. So, when the New Michael angle goes absolutely nowhere, the filmmakers simply rush toward the arbitrary conclusion, which not only is anything but conclusive (they may crush Mike’s body, but what about his spirit?), but also rather ‘meh!’ Like, is this what we waited almost half a century for? Really?

Now, what I really want to know is, since when does Michael fucking Myers need a tag team partner? The previous movie pretty much declared him a God, so why is he hiding in a filthy sewer like Ron Perlman in Beauty and the Beast? The Sideshow Bob to Laurie’s Bart Simpson, Michael was never all that impressive, but this movie effectively cuts his fucking balls off. To continue the wrestling analogy, in Mexican lucha libre there’s no worse insult than taking another luchador’s mask away from them. That’s literally what they do to The Shape in this film.

But then, maybe the only thing that can really kill him for good is a tepid sequel, just like the 2010 Nightmare on Elm Street remake finally put Freddy Krueger to sleep. If this truly be the end, then good riddance to bad rubbish.

The the biggest killer in Halloween Ends, may be unfair expectationsAfter 44 years, the saga of Laurie Strode and Michael Myers finally concludes-or we're supposed to believe it does…www.avclub.com

“(Thanks to the excision of 1981’s Halloween II from this timeline, the characters have no direct relationship, and the events leading to them crossing paths in Halloween 2018 are pure happenstance. Watch it again.)”

Nooooooooo thanks!I’ll just take your word for it, if you don’t mind.

Incomplete conclusion: 'Halloween Ends' looks great and is well-acted, but it leaves too many…With Halloween Ends, director David Gordon Green's Halloween reboot trilogy comes to a peculiar conclusion. While the…renonr.com

“Overall, this is the second-best film in Green’s trilogy [damning faint praise]. It’s not as good as the stellar Halloween (2018), but it’s better than the “Evil dies tonight!” nonsense of Halloween Kills.”

Then again, Halloween Kills was not so much a bridge as it was a glorified placeholder between the first and third installments.

Halloween Ends review - Tricked and treatedLet's give credit where it's due. Michael Myers, alongside Pinhead and Chucky, is one of the few remaining 70s and 80s…www.pfangirl.com

“A decision that’s made in the final act is one of the smartest and most rational things to ever happen in this film franchise.”

Which of course raises the question of how come no one ever thought of it in the intervening 45 years. I mean it, too; the climax is so rushed it makes way too many people across the decades look like complete fucking idiots.

HALLOWEEN ENDS Parents Guide Movie ReviewHalloween Ends is the conclusion to the re-boot trilogy that kicked-off in 2018, and it delivers something fresh and…www.guide4moms.com

“ … sometimes we end up with the finale that we need … especially for the people of Haddonfield, they just want the nightmare to be over at this point and move on with their lives.”

That’s not at all a bad point to make; too bad we’re not give much reason to care about the Haddonfield folks, whoever they may be. The town’s population seems to consist of killers, casualties, survivors, and the anonymous crowd that spontaneously materializes at the end of each film.

Halloween Ends is brutal, in the bad way2021's Halloween Kills was the Infinity War of the contemporary Halloweenfranchise - an ambitious movie that expanded…www.polygon.com

“Halloween Ends kicks off with a whole flashback sequence recapping the entire story so far.”

It says at a lot, or rather very little, about this movie that by the time it’s over I’d completely forgotten about the opening recap.

“ … it is actually delightful to see Curtis get to flex her comedic muscles for a while, delivering some genuinely funny moments that should add fuel to the fire of her recent comments about wanting to do another Freaky Friday.”

Better yet, she should do Freaky Friday the 13th.

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“Halloween Ends is brutal in the best ways. Not only do we get to experience Michael Myers doing what he does best, but weirdly enough, almost all the kills were of people who were incredibly unlikeable [sic].”

Is hiding out in a sewer for four years and having a male babysitter make him his little bitch what Michael Myers does best? Also, while there’s something to be said for an asshole character getting their comeuppance, ask yourself this: if the only victims are all assholes, what motivation is there for stopping the killer?

Review: 'Halloween Ends' is a fun, jagged ending for Laurie and MichaelHorror endings are hard to do. They're even more difficult when there is the added weight of decades of expectations…wegotthiscovered.com

“The ending itself — the big goodbye to the iconic Michael Meyers, is sober and satisfying. Without spoiling the how, I can say that The Shape’s death in this certainly seems final.”

“Final” like the time he was fucking beheaded?

'Halloween Ends' review: David Gordon Green's retconned trilogy ends with a squishWith Halloween Ends, David Gordon Green and his merry band of Southern stoners puts a definitive period on the end of…mashable.com

“As for Curtis, it seems like she’s finally come to some sort of hard-won peace over her role in horror herstory.”

“Herstory”?! Would you do me a favor and go suck a bag of baby dicks?

Halloween Ends Review: A Confounding and Convoluted ConclusionThe Halloween franchise is no stranger to endings, whether they be intentional or unexpected. Halloween II was designed…comicbook.com

“ … this film feels less like a sendoff to Laurie and more as an origin story for Corey.”

Worse still, when it’s all said and done it’s a send-off for Corey as well, so why even bother with him?

“Given that there are audiences who do enjoy these three lesser installments in the franchise, Halloween Ends is sure to find its champions, as some viewers are just happy to see that Michael Myers and Laurie Strode are back on the big screen.”

Regardless of however briefly they are onscreen.

'Halloween Ends' Review: Toxic Romance, Motherhood, & An Iconic Villain Collide In This Horror…David Gordon Green has concluded his "Halloween" trilogy with a bang, and "Halloween Ends" is one of the best horror…dmtalkies.com

““Halloween Ends” is one of the best horror movies of the year. Let’s start this review with that. I don’t consider myself a “Halloween” connoisseur …”

Yeah, someone who clearly wouldn’t know their ass from a hole in the ground is not a “connoisseur” of anything.

“I don’t know if it was the high after watching Rob Zombie’s “Halloween II” … but I absolutely loved “Halloween Ends.””

Well, that explains a lot. On the one hand, literally everything looks better compared to a Rob Zombie movie; on the other hand, if you actually liked Zombie’s Halloween II, you obviously have no judgment whatsoever.

“Green’s “Halloween” and “Halloween Kills” essentially take place over the course of around 24 hours. Therefore, giving a time jump to “Halloween Ends” offers a moment of retrospection and introspection.”

Quite the contrary; this jump cut allows the filmmakers to avoid dealing with the immediate aftermath of the events that took place during those 24 hours.

“As much as I like most of the films in the franchise, except for the first one …”

Like I said, no judgment.

“ … since I care about Allyson and I’m rooting for Corey … ”

Why the hell would you root for a guy who dusts off the tired, old “if I can’t have her no one will”?

“Green takes a little bit of “The Revenge of Michael Myers”, a little bit of “IT”, and even a bit of “Christine”, and concocts the most sickening, slightly supernatural, parasitic, and diabolical version of Michael Myers yet, in my opinion.”

You are aware that Michael does next to nothing in this movie other than letting a male babysitter push him around, aren’t you? If anything, Halloween Ends is closer to A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge than any of those films (or any entry in the Halloween franchise, for that matter).

“Every scene with him and the people he influences genuinely made me gasp, hold my head in shock, applaud, and almost break into tears.”

Oh, so now he’s an influencer.

Film Review: Halloween Ends★★★★☆ David Gordon Green rounds out his trilogy with a definitive ending for the long-running horror series. An absurd…cine-vue.com

“Fears that Ends would repeat the same mistakes [as Kills] are quickly banished with a series-best prologue that succeeds at paying homage to Carpenter as well as being nail-bitingly tense and shocking.”

“Nail-bitingly tense and shocking” though it may be, it’s hard to tell how exactly it pays homage to Carpenter — in a Halloween-related way I mean. Equally difficult to ascertain is how this prologue qualifies as a “series-best” when it would work better as an intro to its own horror story, or even as a standalone short, as opposed to prefacing a Michael Myers/Laurie Strode tale. All things considered, this introduction only serves as a harbinger of doom (as in ‘this movie is doomed to fail’).

“In focussing [sic] on their emotional travails, Ends succeeds in making us care about its three leads.”

Uh, didn’t the filmmakers already have two whole films to make us care about two of the three protagonists? Conversely, another 12 movies would not suffice to make us give a crap about the third main character (I’m not counting Michael because he has been reduced to a glorified extra).

“For all its missteps, Halloween Kills gets it right where it matters: namely, in the final showdown between Laurie and Michael. Their four-decade enmity is finally given figure at once domestic and baroque.”

That would be true if it weren’t a crock of shit. A mere afterthought, to call this “final showdown” anticlimactic is an insult to both climaxes and prefixes.

#halloween ends #movie reviews #movie review

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Hey did the comics ever explain outright why Conner stopped being punk? He was in the jeans and t shirt in the first issue of Titans and the comic prior he wasn't???? Did something happen to him to make him stop?

Hello and thank you for this question, I apologize that this is not a simple answer because Kon's fashion, as is his personality, isn't simple to answer because his shift in fashion is a story of his sense of identity and purpose. To get to the point of your question Conner's leather jacket and "look" was not part of his character for quite some time prior to Teen Titans. I will extrapolate on that in a while but for right now I feel that some things need to be settled about Kon because there's a lot that people just get wrong about him.

I feel it important to remember that Kon didn't really go out and choose the leather jacket and "punk" style all on his own. There is a misconception that some fans have that Kon went out and sort of assembled his iconic look all on his own to be a direct rebel and to deviate from being like Superman to "piss Clark off." This is extremely far from the truth and is fanon. What actually happened is Kon broke out of his CADMUS tank with the help of The Newsboys; he was already dressed with his ear pierced (yes). Then his iconic leather jacket was given to him by them.

"Until you get some other clothes or something" HAH.

Adventures of Superman #500 So he's fresh out of his tank, he's pumped full of purpose, he's out in the world, and he just looks like this pre-made even with the hair and belts. In some flashbacks with him in the tank his earring is replaced by a tag (yes) but when he does officially first show up his iconic "punk" style is almost very nearly complete and it doesn't change (officially) until Superboy #83. Kon didn't really go out and choose this look, he came out like this and just... stuck with it. This is not to say that this is not Kon, he could have at any time dropped the look. But Kon didn't. This is his uniform.

Another point to note about Kon that is extremely important is that unlike Tim, Bart and Cassie he did not have a civilian identity and it was extremely RARE that he ever was in civilian clothes beyond some underwear or a swimsuit. His civilian clothes that he did sport were fairly... tame, and not punky in the slightest. Kon looks just like a typical 16 year old kid.

Superboy #75 My whole point here is that Kon WAS Superboy. Just Superboy. SB. He did not even have a name until Superboy #59, until then he just went by Superboy. His uniform was so intrinsically tied to who he was he didn't have a real need for any civilian clothes. His "style" was just Superboy because he did not have an "off switch." Trust me this is important. Back to the jacket... Because the jacket is important and is part of his uniform and his self identity. There was a brief period of time in his comics when he completely ditched his iconic look because he lost all of his powers in response to the resolution of the Sins of Youth anthology and Tana being murdered by Amanda Spence.

Superboy #75 The original leather jacket is actually buried with Tana. And after that he takes on a temporary new look.

Superboy #76 This is the first time we see him in a "jeans" and t-shirt ensemble and as far as we are able to tell he picked this out all on his own. Kon actually really kicks ass during this time and he was content with losing his powers and was legitimately looking forward to living like a regular person.

Superboy #76 Well, this did not last long. Kon got his powers back and he got a new leather jacket and his plans for living in the real world as a "regular person" just fell through. Kon was back to being Superboy.

Superboy #79 Kon's "normal" is Superboy so he was back to the look but with everything that happened he just never was quite the same... PTSD

Kon remains back in his original outfit until Superboy #83 when the writing takes a turn into the lighter side...

Kon comes to the conclusion that he's no longer cool, hip, relevant and decides that he needs to totally reinvent himself and his uniform. He enlists help from Bianca (the brunette who comes off as a major bi) to help him get his swagger back. After a comical montage of going through outfits and watching an exceedingly unhealthy amount of current television Kon finds himself a new look that he remains in for the rest of his series and Young Justice up until Teen Titans.

Naturally, something like this cannot be so cut and dry and we get to the root of the "problem" Kon was facing.

Superboy #83 is the first time we see Kon ditch the leather jacket and the earring for good in favor of his new suit and jacket and this was well before Teen Titans started.

While Kon wears this particular outfit he is still without that secret identity and his life is complete utter destructive mayhem as he lives openly without an off switch as Superboy. It is not until his final issue of #100 that Kon is set up by Clark to live with Ma and Pa Kent on their farm as Conner Kent (this honestly should have happened much much sooner).

This marks the end of Kon's solo series but he continues to make appearances in Young Justice in this suit until that series completed itself and was replaced by Teen Titans where we finally see Kon as Conner Kent sporting his jeans and a t-shirt as he lives in Smallville which he loathes for a while until it grows on him. Kon's entire purpose of moving to Smallville was to slow down and right from Clark's mouth to "Start a new life." (Superboy #100) So he completely reinvented himself again to fit in with that civilian identity which he never had before. It's hard on him at first but eventually he starts to come around to loving Smallville. There's a lot of debate and evidence you can make about Kon and if he is truly or ever was punk; was him living in Smallville "closeting"; was his shift to jeans and a t shirt really him or was that something he felt was necessary in order to find himself? To answer your question of what made him "stop being punk" was he finally got an off-switch. Kon will always be Kon and by the time he gets that t-shirt and jeans I feel like he knows the clothes don't make him, he makes himself.

#kon el #conner kent #superboy #superfam #fashion #meta #i love his classic punk design first and foremost #i live for that design and i live that kon's default settings is that jacket #so i do appreciate rebirth giving him back that look #the original series is a mess #i hope this makes sense #i wrote the last half while nearly falling asleep so if anything doesn't make sense blame waking up at 6 and going to bed at 11 #i hate that tumblr still won't let you upload more than 10 images #mine

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do you have any headcanons of the young justice boys putting their hair up? (from your crop top wearing bart hcs)

um yes i do thank you for asking

it all started with cassie. duh. cassie’s hair was getting longer to the point in which she could do a ponytail (something she’d never done. ever. her hair was always really short and she likes that, except a few weeks earlier she promised her mom that she didn’t need a haircut this year so it was a-okay to use the money on a new skateboard)

cassie started putting her hair up (either ponytails or pigtails or bandanas)

so OBVIOUSLY, everyone else copied her (no its not called “young justice” its called Cassie and her Boys™)

That’s a lie. Cassie got so sick of wearing bandanas/headbands or having her hair up in ponytails (she always forgot to have a hair elastic because her hair was NEVER THAT LONG and then she got mad at the boys for not having any hair elastics) that she demanded everyone else put their hair up

kon: why don't you just cut your hair? cassie: oh gee that's a GREAT idea, KON! I wonder HOW that didn’t even cross my MIND jeez kon you are so sma- NO KON ITS BECAUSE IF I CUT MY OWN HAIR MY MOM SAID SHE’LL NEVER BUY ME A SKATEBOARD EVER AGAIN *NOR* TAKE ME TO CUT MY HAIR

tim was the only one that paid any attention to her therefore he bought them all matching bandanas!!!!

he was the only one that actually used those which sucked bc it cost him ten whole dollars ($10) and there were four different colours (green, yellow, pink, blue)

tim got so used to the headband that it stressed him out to not have one. he eventually grew to hate having his hair in his face (not hate but like. it stressed him out a bit yk)

he once saw bart trying to eat a pizza with all his hair in his face and tim couldn’t take it anymore. he basically forced a bandana around bart’s head

kon was a smug little bitch and he was like “well thats for having long hair suckers. cassie and i are the only smart ones to have short hai- oh. wait. cassie doesn’t have short hair anymore.” and then she hit him (andd put a bandana on him)

cissie saw all of them matching bandanas and she was like (jokingly) “awww what’s next? painting each other’s nails?” and then tim showed his nails and was like “jokes on you we already did” (only like two fingers on one hand tho)

sometimes they’ll take their bandanas off and their hair will be pushed back and idk it looks funny sometimes

they’ll eventually lose the bandanas. trust me.

(i was gonna add this in the tags but i didnt have room so basically tim got the yellow one bc he got first pick, cassie got blue bc she likes it, bart got green bc its better than pink, and kon wears pink bc he didn’t have a choice)

#SEND ME MORE PROMPTS PLSSSSS #cassie sandsmark #wonder girl #send me an ask!#anonymous #tim drake #conner kent #bart allen #cissie king jones #young justice #arrowette #robin #superboy #impulse #young just us #young but just us

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Healing Hands: Chapter 2

I promise I’m not this fast at writing, I’ve just had the first few chapters laying around for a while lmao. Reblogs are appreciated!!

Jasonette Sword Art Online AU

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Chapter 2: u guys r moding my night :(

There was chaos in the Wayne Manor. This was nothing unusual, of course, and today it even seemed to be surprisingly tame. But it was chaos nonetheless.

Timothy Drake-Wayne careened down the spiral staircase, catching himself with a well-timed front flip handspring, and skidded to a halt in the kitchen. Alfred briefly paused to look up from where he was preparing dough for a batch of homemade pasta, then offered the boy a smile and a greeting.

“Good evening, Master Drake. Dinner won’t be ready for another half-hour, I’m afraid.” Tim had opened his mouth to reply when a growl echoed from the nearby ballroom.

Jason Todd-Wayne sprinted into the kitchen brandishing a nerf gun. “There you are, replacement. You won’t get away with beating me this time.” He pulled back the reloader of the play-gun, making a threatening click ring through the kitchen.

“I’m afraid you are both late to the party,” Alfred calmly announced as he mixed ingredients together. “Miss Cain has been here for the past five minutes.”

Cass Cain-Wayne indeed poked her head out from where she had been perched beneath the bar. She gave her brothers a shit-eating grin and wiggled her fingers as way of a cheeky greeting.

Tim gave a groan as he and Jason begrudgingly handed some money over to their sister. “She cheats.” Cass stuck her tongue out at that. “Besides, racing you here was just an excuse to get my mind off waiting for midnight.”

“And because Alfred is the only one polite enough to actually listen to you rave about that stupid game,” Jason scoffed, sitting down at the bar to watch Alfred work.

“--thought I heard voices in the kitchen, oh there you are, little wing!” Dick Grayson-Wayne’s cheery voice came from the foyer, increasing in pitch as he spotted Jason and swept him up into a tight hug.

Barbara Gordon wheeled herself in not too long after, chuckling at the squirming Jason and delighted older brother.

Meanwhile Tim, who had taken offense to Jason’s insinuation, was reassuring Alfred that if he wanted the boys to leave him be he only ever had to ask. “It’s just that I’m so excited for the launch tonight, and you know B is too busy to hear about it.”

Jason had finally muscled his way out of Dick’s embrace as the latter’s attention focused on his youngest brother. “What launch are you talking about?” Dick asked, giving Cass a side hug.

“Oh, tonight is the release of this new VRMMORPG game called Mindscape!” Tim practically bounced as Dick came over to give him his hug too.

Dick gave Barbara a confused glance. “I know some of those words,” he nodded slowly. “So what’s got you so excited? Video games come out all the time.”

Tim rolled his eyes as he sat down beside Jason on the barstools. “Well yeah, but this game has groundbreaking virtual reality tech. Supposedly, the textures took five years and a team of almost 1000 artists.”

Jason put Tim into a headlock and said casually, “I’m surprised you haven’t heard replacement talking about this yet. He kinda won’t shut up about it.”

Cass nodded her head in solemn agreement while Tim struggled to get out of Jason’s grasp.

“Such are the woes of moving out.” Dick shrugged. “Sounds crash though, got room for one more?”

Tim finally shoved Jason off. “I actually bought enough passes that we can all play if you want,” he gave each of his siblings the biggest puppy-dog eyes he could manage.

Barbara snorted even as Dick pumped his fist in the air beside her. She wheeled herself up to the bar to pinch Jason, who was poised to jab his fingers into Tim’s sides. Jason yelped and glared at her as she said, “Sorry Timmy, I’d rather let someone else be the guinea pig for this new kind of tech. Besides, Dad will worry if I let myself get sucked into pouring too many hours into this.”

“Papa Gordon is a force to be reckoned with,” Dick attested earnestly. “Jay?” he prompted.

“Absolutely not,” Jason answered immediately. Tim was quick to protest. “But why? We could spend more time together! It’ll be good team-building.” Jason’s face soured at that.

Dick leaned in and stage-whispered, “Do I have to tell B to force you into family bonding? You know he’ll make you do it.”

Cass covered her silently laughing mouth with one hand as Jason threw his hands up in the air. “Fine, don’t get Bruce involved. I’ll play your stupid game,” he finally relented. Tim grinned at his win, then cast a hopeful look at Cass.

She pulled a face and signed No thank you. Better things to do than watch VR pornos.

Tim’s face blushed profusely as he opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off by Jason’s cackling. Even Alfred cracked a smile while he rolled the dough onto the ravioli press.

Once Jason quieted down, Tim crossed his arms and said, “Suit yourself. Looks like it’ll be no-girls-allowed anyway.”

“Guess we’d better tell Cassie that, Timbo,” Dick wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which Tim elected to ignore.

“Speaking of suits,” Alfred said while seamlessly spreading filling in the ravioli and placing another sheet on top of the press, “aren’t you boys going to miss the premiere if it is indeed at midnight?”

Tim looked imploringly at the two girls. “You wouldn’t be willing to trade shifts for your favorite brother, would you?”

* * *

Wally West strolled out of the zeta tube and into the Justice League’s satellite, known to himself and the other heroes as The Watchtower. He was dressed in a casual NASA t-shirt and jeans, slurping a smoothie, and playing a game on his phone.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made him look up. He was greeted with the sight of his old team, Aqualad, Superboy, Miss Martian, Rocket, Zatanna, and Artemis, waiting impatiently. They were dressed in full hero attire-- he didn’t even realize Artemis still had her costume-- and looked to him expectantly.

“Hey guys, what’s poppin’?” Wally grinned and gave his friends a lazy chin jerk.

“‘What’s poppin’?’ Babe, are you serious? You told us to meet here ASAP for an emergency. So you can tell us what exactly is ‘poppin’.” Ah yes, his Spitfire. Artemis Crock still wasn’t afraid to give him a piece of her mind. But this time it looked like everyone else was on her side too, as they nodded in agreement with her emphatic air quotes.

“Oh, uh yeah, Mindscape is coming out tonight!” He set his smoothie down on the table. “I got us all passes and I’m super stoked for the launch. It’s got this super cool new VR tech that’s basically being released for the first time ever. I got the equipment through my internship, so we’re all set! You guys are totally coming right?” He made finger guns at his increasingly exasperated friends.

Artemis facepalmed. Kaldur’ahm raised his eyebrows in that I’m disappointed in you but I’m not going to say it way of his and said, “Wally, with you and Artemis retired from the life, understand that we took this to be a literal emergency and rushed to your aid. Do not abuse our good intentions.”

“Seriously West, I have a lot on my plate right now!” Rochelle Ervin was also, apparently, a little upset with him. “You could’ve said it was about a dumb game.”

The speedster tried to do damage control with some lighthearted humor. “Hey guys, stay whelmed. I get it, I probably should have given a few more deets about this very-much-not-dumb game, but do you know how many candy bars I had to eat to win these passes?”

“This is why you’ve been spending so much on junk food?” Oh, he was in big trouble with Artemis now. “You probably didn’t have to eat all of them, babe.”

M’gann M’orzz, Connor Kent, and Zatanna Zatara looked similarly annoyed. Well, the girls did. Connor just looked like his usual brand of annoyed, which was honestly a small victory.

“So...” Wally felt a little sheepish now, “who wants in?”

The rest of the group exchanged a look. Artemis was the first to speak up. “Well, you’ve already invested too much of our money in this to turn back now.” She walked up to him and poked a finger at his chest. “But you owe me so many dinners for this.”

He grinned triumphantly. “Deal!”

Rochelle spoke up next. “Me and my plate don’t need any more helpings, thank you very much. I’ll see y’all at the next team reunion!” She flew out through the zeta tube.

Kaldur clapped him on the shoulder. “If you need any assistance, I will be there. But for now I am running Atlantis in Aquaman’s stead while he is off-world, and I must return to my duties.” He then bid the rest of the team farewell and stepped through the zeta tube.

“Haha, he said ‘duties.’” Wally said once he’d left, then winced as Artemis smacked his arm lightly. Lightly for her. Rubbing his arm, he looked imploringly at his other friends.

M’gann and Conner looked deep in a telepathic conversation, which was just awkwardly intense eye contact for onlookers. Zatanna crossed her arms and sighed, “Fine, why not. I didn’t have plans for the weekend anyway. Lead the way to your chocolate factory, Charlie.”

Connor, having caught the tail end of the conversation, looked confused at the reference. He shrugged and said, “I’m in, could be fun.”

M’gann gave her friends an apologetic smile. “Sorry guys, my uncle needs help back on Mars. There’s tensions between the white and green martians again, and he really needs me there to get it under control.”

She gave Connor a peck on the cheek and left to board the nearby Bioship.

“And then there were four,” Wally said with a smile. “Now let’s go make you guys some avatars!”

* * *

Bart Allen could hardly contain his excitement. Scratch that, he couldn’t contain his excitement! “Bouncing off the walls” may be an exaggeration for most people, but he was not most people. Being the grandson of The Flash certainly had its perks, and being able to literally bounce off the walls was one of them.

The cause of his excitement, his friends Timothy Drake-Wayne and Wally West, had just called to ask if Bart wanted extra passes to the premiere of the biggest video game of the decade. And uh, yeah duh he wanted them! He already had one he’d bought for himself, but bringing four extra friends? So totally crash.

He opened up his phone and pulled up the group chat titled Badass Babes.

CrashBandicoot: hey bitchez n babez (u kno who u r), u ready 4 the best videogame of the yr to drop?!

BlueMenace: ese, do you HAVE to type like that?

WonderBabe: yea it’s super annoying

CrashBandicoot: gtta go fast babez

CrashBandicoot: now answer the question

GreenMenace: oh i heard about that! mindscape, right? isn’t it some vr game

CrashBandicoot: yes! nd i got extra tix, so come ovr to cave

GirlBoss: No can do, got research tomorrow!

MaleWife: you always have research bae. sorry little speedster, gotta drive the lady to work

CrashBandicoot: u guys r moding my night :(

BlueMenace: totally not a word but I’ve got you cariño, be there in an hour

WonderBabe: ah what the heck, I’ve got nothing better to do

GreenMenace: always down to whoop ur ass in video games

CrashBandicoot: u wish

CrashBandicoot: roy?

Ginger1 is typing...

WonderBabe: it’ll be fun! more ~mingling~ with kids our age

Ginger2: Hold on, give him some time

Ginger1 is typing...

BlueMenace: Roy, I can pick you up on my way in if you want

Ginger1 has stopped typing.

Ginger2: Um, he says he’ll meet you guys there

Ginger2: He may have destroyed his phone with his “non-typing” hand

GreenMenace: pog

WonderBabe: see u guys soon!

Bart pumped his fist, then ran at top speed to his boyfriend Jaime’s house, where it looked like he was doing homework. Seriously, on a Friday night? Bart had absolutely no qualms about whisking him into his arms and making for the nearest zeta tube.

“Woah Bart, I said I needed an hour!” Jaime protested.

Bart rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you definitely don’t have anything due tonight, and we have to make your character online before the launch!”

Jaime just looked resigned as they sped into the zeta tube. He knew what he had signed up for.

#healing hands #jasonette #sword art online au #virtual reality #maribat #maribat fic #batfam #batfam fic #yj #yj fic #young justice #young justice fic

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Sherlock Ideas

Hey (insert name here) we’re at it again let’s go, god these are fucking cringe but I’m getting 2017-2018 nostalgia bc I’m finding old fics I loved around that time :)))

Of course, always remember I’m Aussie and I don’t know what the Brits do so, if you’re confused by any words just translate them in your head I’m trying my best

As usual, if you wanna use any of these for fics n shit feel free to!!! Don’t even have to ask just let me know when you’re done and tag me so I can read it hehehe (also all these are gn unless stated otherwise so dw bestie I got you) I also reblog every time I think of something new so ye

One of these like idea branch things is a lil morbid btw but like,,, I kinda want that rep when it comes to death so… sorry

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In your time with the boys, you’ve seen plenty of bodies, either fresh or at St Bart’s. Stabbed? Beaten? Burned? Drowned? You’ve seen it all. On a case following a serial killer you get the wind knocked out of you when you recognise the body as someone you know. Of course people are concerned that you know the victim personally but you manage to keep it together until no one can see, or you think no one can.

On a particularly rainy day you decide to play cards with Sherlock… you’d call yourself decent and for once he’s shocked that he can’t deduce you because of your insane card playing skillz (with a z bc you’re so hardcore like that)

you loved the aquarium, you go there at least once every few weeks, 2-3 times a month. You can name almost every creature there and you know where the best spots to watch them and just take it all in… key word to all this is loved. You loved the aquarium, past tense. (Mary dies and we all grieve man)

The day Sherlock comes back, you think someone is breaking into the flat as you hear Mrs Hudson scream so naturally you come to beat the shit out of the intruder. Poor Sherlock gets the shit kicked out of him.

221C

moving into your flat was… an experience

you love coming home to a murderer in your apartment after they got the wrong address. You treat them to tea and have a chat while waiting for your boys

“so this would be the second time something dead associated with a case has ended up in my flat”

you swore to your mum, dad and whatever god was out there that you would not get involved with the dangers of Sherlock Holmes. And then you did by complete accident and now you’re tied to a chair.

Musician

In the lead up to one of your band’s biggest concerts so far in your band’s career, you ask everyone to come and watch. You mainly want Sherlock there as you wish to try and impress him with one of the songs that features the violin, he says he’s busy so you fully expect him to not come. John ends up convincing him in private since he knows about the surprise as well.

Sherlock insists on sitting in on a band rehearsal

Don’t care for death

you don’t care for death, it’s stupid and a waste of time. Someone or something is there and then it isn’t, simple. Why get hung up on it and not move on? (Okay this one a bit wacky)

held at gun point you roll your eyes “if you’re going to threaten to kill me to get what you want you should at least try to sound convincing”

you didn’t see Sherlock fall, so some part of you believed he was alive. It doesn’t sound to great to say “this is a waste of time” at Sherlock’s grave with Mrs Hudson and John so you don’t. When Sherlock comes back you can’t help but start to mourn now.

even with Sherlock’s ‘death’ not effecting you and seeing so many bodies in your time with the boys. The concept of death truly doesn’t come to haunt you until you watch Mary slip away right before you. Why was hers so different?

Artist

Mary asks you to do a painting for her and John’s wedding and you’re more than happy to paint her and John’s special day for her :)

Forensic Photographer

Sherlock takes notice and photograph things that others at the crime scene don’t seem to notice.

Serial killer / vigilante ;)

you firmly believe that the police aren’t doing their job correctly when it comes to those who are victims of sexual assault, stalking or people being plain creeps. So people all over London call you up when they want justice “Dear Y/N please help me, the police have done nothing” “Y/N my ex-boyfriend came to my work and I’m scared”. The ever so competent Scotland Yard finally pick up that these are hired hits or people going missing enlist the help of Sherlock and John to track you done. It’s not an easy task however.

The 'Normal' Holmes

The youngest of the 3 (4 ;) ) you weren't really gifted with a brain as smart as your brothers, you were what people considered 'normal' or average. Your family's achievements outshining anything you could ever accomplish and casting a shadow on you, setting expectations you could never even come close to achieving. It took you a while but, you managed to overcome the feeling of being an outcast.

You finally open up to your brothers about how much of an outcast you feel around them.

finding out about Eurus changes a lot.

Growing up around your brothers you figured out ways to get under their noses to get away with things.

(linking into the previous) without them realising you're able to slowly slip away from them

Mycroft cares for his family, despite how he behaves he really does. But every now and then he doesn't think before he speaks and a small jab towards you in company sets you on a tirade

Being treated as a child despite being an adult can be super frustrating

"I don't deduce Y/N, it's a promise we made" (or at least outloud)

Moriarty senses a weakness in you and he exploits it to get at Sherlock and you join his side. You're fed up as being treated as stupid.

since your big bros left home to live their own lives you slowly detach from them, having feeling that they left you behind. One visit to see them both seems to confirm this.

Your ‘first’ time meeting Eurus (you were too young to even remember her) was met with silence as she didn’t talk to you. But you still felt as if there was some sort of bond there as you seemingly talk to a brick wall.

“I always wanted a big sister. They’d get on my nerves when I was a kid, I’d imagine a big sister. Maybe deep down I knew I had one”

You meet John and Mary at Christmas for the first time

“I see you’re still in your rebellious phase, Y/N…” “I see you’re still in your pompous prick phase”

Sherlock isn’t listening to John so he calls the only person he’ll listen to

Sherlock knows something is wrong but you refuse to tell him

“I hate you…” “…what?” “I hate you.”

#sherlock #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #john watson #mycroft #john #mary watson #mary #sherlock x y/n #sherlock fanfic #bennijie writes

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I am incapable of writing ANYTHING BUT ANGST. but really this is all elle’s fault, she asked for the fic, I provided. it’s under the cut, have fun with it. it’s on ao3 here.

tag list: @anothertimdrakestan @comicsandhoney @yesboopityboop @dangerduckjpeg @astroherogirl @birdy-bat-writes @thebatsandbirdsofgotham @subtleappreciation

Tim had never been afraid of his mind. His ruthlessness was sharper than blade and his detective skills were keener than a bullet. He wasn’t some sort of super-genius, but he didn’t have to be. He was enough.

Sure, sometimes the wide, disbelieving eyes of his teammates made him a bit uncomfortable. But at the end of the day, he was keeping them safe, wasn’t he? Their comfort was a small price for their lives.

And now? Now he was damn grateful.

“Cloning attempt forty-five unsuccessful. Samples discarded.” The cool voice cut through the greenish-gloom, cold and mechanical. At times, Tim wished the voice held at least an ounce of warmth. He’d take any bit he could get, and wrap it around himself like a tattered blanket, just willing it to do its job and keep him safe. Other times, Tim was glad the robotic voice was frigid, impersonal. He couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t break down at the first sign of kindness.

“Diagnostic,” Tim said, bent over a computer.

“Protein link breakdown at twenty-three hours and thirty-seven minutes. Full destruction at twenty-four hours and twenty-eight minutes.”

“Solutions?”

“Suggested stabilizer: trehalose.”

“Run it, next trial.”

“Cloning attempt forty-six initiated.”

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“Tim, come on! Cut me some slack!” Kon was trying to pout, but one look at Tim’s raised eyebrows caused him to double over laughing. “It’s not fair!”

“It’s totally fair. You just suck at this.” Tim was straightened up from Street Fighter II, arching his back like a pleased cat.

“You’re not supposed to use your superhero name on this,” Kon said, looking at the blinking line of text that said Robin at the top of all the scores.

Tim scoffed. “Why don’t you say that a little louder, Superboy? ” Kon’s own name was fourth, blinking a little less vibrantly.

“Whatever. I’m hungry,” Kon announced.

“Oh, so now you’re hungry? After losing for the billionth time, you finally want to get some food- hey! ” Tim let out a choked gasp as Kon grabbed him under his elbow, ruffling his head roughly.

“Perfect timing, huh?”

Tim could hear the laughter in Kon’s voice, so he elbowed Kon in the gut, roughly. “Mhmm, it really is.”

“I’m dying, Tim. Dying. You killed me.” Kon was still bent over, arm over his stomach.

Tim grabbed Kon’s other hand and laced their fingers together, thinking nothing of it, tugging to get Kon walking to the food court. “Yeah yeah, complain about it to Cassie. C’mon, I want nacho fries.”

Instead of responding with a laugh and a jibe about Tim’s taste, Kon just started coughing. And coughing and coughing and coughing before he was on the ground.

Suddenly, they weren’t in the arcade anymore. It was a field, calm and peaceful and quiet and Tim was about to throw up because he knew this field.

Kon was lying ahead, staring listlessly to the side with dead eyes.

“No, no no no no, ” Tim rushed over to him, too late, always too late. But the field kept stretching out longer and longer, and Tim couldn’t reach Kon. He made one desperate leap for him, and hit the ground hard.

There was blood all over his hands, Kon’s blood. Seeping into his skin until his fingers had turned dark crimson, spreading down to his palms, his wrists, his arms. He scrubbed at the colour desperately, trying to get it off. Itching and scratching and God why won’t the blood just go away.

Tim let out a desperate, wordless shriek, and the world tilted, turning on its axis and throwing Tim into the air. He woke up gasping, fresh tear tracks on his face.

_________

Tim was sitting in a rolling chair in front of his computer, cross-legged. His eyes were drooping, but he forced them open. He’d caught a lead in his search for Bruce, somewhere in north Chile. He’d take a week, poke around, then come back here.

Sighing, he turned his chair, back still bent in an awful crouch. There was a glass case right next to him, a black and red T-shirt displayed proudly. He had a couple, but they were all back in his room at the manor. This specific one was the softest, and his favourite. But he couldn’t bring himself to take it out of the case, bundle it up in his arms, and bring it close to himself like he so desperately wanted to. Taking it out of the case made it real.

“Cloning attempt sixty-two unsuccessful.”

Tim let out a near-uncontrollable cry, swinging his arms out wildly in a rare fit of anger. His fist flew towards the computer, and he managed to direct the hit to the wall next to it. The sting of pain brought him back to his senses, and he stared down at his hand, shocked.

Taking in a deep breath, he shook his hand out and shoved his hands through his hair, ignoring the flashing Trial Failed sign on the screen.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. He always knew that he’d lose Kon eventually. Everyone he knew, everyone he loved always left him, voluntarily or not. He didn’t know why he played a losing game.

You know why, his brain told him. You’re selfish. So, so selfish. You just a part of him for as long as he could give it. But it was never going to be enough.

“No,” Tim said aloud to the empty room. “He’s not gone, he’s not .”

“Unknown command,” the automated voice system responded.

Tim held back another fit of rage, then bit out, “Diagnostic.”

“DNA synthesis failure at forty-eight minutes. DNA structural collapse at fifty-nine minutes.”

“Solutions?”

“Retry experiment. New strand of DNA recommended.”

“Run it.”

“Cloning attempt sixty-three initiated.”

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“Tim, come on! Cut me some slack!” Kon was trying to pout, but one look at Tim’s raised eyebrows caused him to double over laughing. “It’s not fair!”

“It’s totally fair. You just suck at this.” Tim was straightened up from Street Fighter II, arching his back like a pleased cat.

“You’re not supposed to use your superhero name on this,” Kon said, looking at the blinking line of text that said Robin at the top of all the scores.

Tim scoffed. “Why don’t you say that a little louder, Superboy? ” Kon’s own name was fourth, blinking a little less vibrantly.

“Whatever. I’m hungry,” Kon announced.

“Perfect timing, huh?”

Tim could hear the laughter in Kon’s voice, so he elbowed Kon in the gut, roughly. “Mhmm, it really is.”

“I’m dying, Tim. Dying. You killed me.” Kon was still bent over, arm over his stomach.

Tim grabbed Kon’s other hand and laced their fingers together, thinking nothing of it, tugging Kon to get him walking to the food court. “Yeah yeah, complain about it to Cassie. C’mon, I want nacho fries.”

“No,” Kon was straightening up now, shoving Tim away.

“Kon?” Tim asked, a little confused and a little hurt.

“You killed me. You killed me.” There was a venom in his voice that Tim had rarely ever heard, and never directed at him.

“I, I didn’t mean to,” Tim was stumbling back now, wide eyed, as Kon advanced on him.

“Yes you did. You know what happens to people you loved, and you loved me anyway.”

Tim shook his head desperately. “I never said I loved you.”

Kon’s laugh was humorless. “You never had to. I knew. You really thought you could hide this from me?”

Kon was backing him against a wall now, arms on either side, effectively trapping him. Tim could get out, of course he could. But he couldn’t make his feet move, no matter how hard he tried.

“Don’t, please don’t,” Tim begged when Kon leaned closer. “Kon wouldn’t, not if I didn’t want to.”

This Conner, one with a cruel, angry glint in his eyes, tipped Tim’s chin up with his finger. “Well it’s a good thing I’m not your Kon then, isn’t it?” His lips were brushing Tim’s now. “Besides, you always had a penchant for torturing yourself.”

Then Kon was devouring Tim’s mouth, and it was everything Tim had ever wanted, and everything Tim hated. Kon was possessive, passionate, biting his lips with a hunger that took Tim by surprise before licking into his mouth hungrily. His fingers were gripping Tim’s jaw, rough and firm, tilting his head to get a better angle. Tim had melted into it, letting Kon take and take and take.

It was wrong. It was all wrong.

Because Kon would have been gentle. He would have cradled Tim’s face in his fingers like he was something precious. His first kiss would have been tentative but sure, letting Tim know much he meant to him. He would have pulled back and smiled at the wonder in Tim’s eyes before ducking down to give him another soft kiss, chaste and oh-so-loving.

Kon had just drawn back to sink his teeth into Tim’s collarbone when Tim woke up with a sob, out of breath and heaving.

He fell out of bed and ran towards the main room, ignoring the flashing light that noted the progress of the latest cloning attempt. He kept running and running until he reached the glass case, where he brought his fist back and slammed it into the glass as hard as he could.

It didn’t even crack. Of course it didn’t, it was reinforced. Tim threw another couple of punches, before spotting a spare piece of piping lying on the ground. He grabbed it and swung, with every mite of strength left in his body, and crashed it into the case.

The glass splintered. He hit it again and again, until shards rained down around Tim, leaving small cuts in his wake. He grabbed the T-shirt, yanking it out of its stand and bringing it close to him, hugging it the way he’d wanted to for so long.

Tim bent over the ground, letting his tears seep into the fabric.

He wanted everyone back. His parents, Steph, Bart, Bruce, Kon. He wanted them all back.

“I’m close,” he mumbled, voice muffled by the T-shirt. “I swear it, I’m close.” He didn’t know if he was talking about finding Bruce or cloning something close enough to Kon. One of them would happen, and it would be enough. He’d stop losing at this rigged puzzle that was his life, he’d stop trying to play this losing game, and it would be enough.

_________

“Cloning attempt eighty-nine unsuccessful.”

Tim was wearing the Superboy T-shirt. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten out of it. His fingers played along the hem, twitching. His attention darted around from one screen to the next, taking in a map of Norway one second, and reading over the cloning file in the next.

“Diagnosis?” He prided himself on how steady his voice sounded.

“Proteins from Subject: Lex Luthor failed to fully integrate into Subject: Clark Kent, Kal-el. Possible problem: invulnerability of kryptonian genes.”

“Solution?”

“Kryptonite injections suggested.”

“Do it. Run it.”

Tim’s own voice had become as robotic as the computers. It was hoarse, raspy. He’d forgotten the last time he’d truly spoken, barring instructions to the computer and the cries torn from his throat in the middle of a night. Concerned messages from Dick sat unread on his phone.

“Just, run it again. Run it again, try again.”

“Cloning attempt ninety initiated.”

_________

“Tim, come on! Cut me some slack!” Kon was trying to pout, but one look at Tim’s raised eyebrows caused him to double over laughing. “It’s not fair!”

“It’s totally fair. You just suck at this.” Tim was straightened up from Street Fighter II, arching his back like a pleased cat.

“You’re not supposed to use your superhero name on this,” Kon said, looking at the blinking line of text that said Robin at the top of all the scores.

Tim scoffed. “Why don’t you say that a little louder, Superboy? ” Kon’s own name was fourth, blinking a little less vibrantly.

“Whatever. I’m hungry,” Kon announced.

“Perfect timing, huh?”

Tim could hear the laughter in Kon’s voice, so he elbowed Kon in the gut, roughly. “Mhmm, it really is.”

“I’m dying, Tim. Dying. You killed me.” Kon was still bent over, arm over his stomach.

“Wait,” Kon’s fingers tightened around his own.

“What?”

“You don’t need food right now, do you?” Kon tugged him towards a corner, partially hidden by a column and an arcade game.

“I sure would like some,” Tim raised his eyebrows.

In response, Kon let out a chuckle, small but warm, the edges of his eyes crinkling in the way that made people fawn over Superman but made Tim fall even further and further in love with Kon.

“Well yes I know that, but I was just wondering...”

“Wondering what?”

Kon bit his lips before catching Tim’s eyes. “Maybe you’d like to taste something else?”

Tim stared at him for a second, stunned silence between them, before collapsing into laughter. “ Kon, oh my god!”

Tim looked up to see lips turned out in an adorable little pout. “What! I’m being serious, and it was a good line.”

“It most certainly was not a good line.”

“Cut me some slack here, Tim.”

“You mean like at Street Fighter? The way I cut you slack then?”

“Oh shut up. You cheat. I don’t know how you do, but you cheat .”

And suddenly Tim found himself in Kon’s arms, leaning into the taller boy. Kon tightened his grip around Tim, fingers finding Tim’s waist, and cradling him gently.

“It may have been a terrible line,” Tim smiled up at Kon, “but it worked.”

He leaned forward, placing a kiss to Kon’s lips, delicate but not at all fragile. Kon looked awestruck for a minute, before swooping back down and capturing Tim’s lips again. Passive at first, Tim soon pressed back, letting the push-pull rhythm come naturally. They slowed down, came to a stop while resting their foreheads against each other, Kon bent over and Tim on his tip-toes and arched back, but not uncomfortable at all.

“Okay but did my line actually work?” Kon asked against Tim’s lips, biting his own nervously. “Can I do this again? Because I’d really like to do this again.”

Laughter bubbled out of Tim, easy as breathing, and he pulled back to catch the other boy’s eyes. “Yes. We can do this again. But nacho fries first. Food, then kisses.”

Kon nodded. “Food, then kisses.”

Tim blinked awake, still curled up under the thin covers and swallowed by the pillows. This time, he could feel the tears pricking at his eyes, and he let them fall. “Take me back,” he wasn't sure if he said that aloud, but then again, there was no one there to hear it. “I want to go back.”

He squeezed his eyes shut in vain, trying to will himself back to sleep. Then, he remembered the little bottle sitting in the bathroom, sleeping pills Dick had given him once that he refused to use. He threw the covers back and found the thing resting on the sink. He tore it open and shook one, two, three, four pills into his hands. Tipping his head back, he swallowed them dry, then stumbled back into bed.

“The arcade,” he said to himself, burying his limbs under that T-shirt that still somehow smelled like Kon. “We were at the arcade.”

_________

“Cloning attempt ninety-seven unsuccessful.”

“Diagnostic.”

“Protein failure in link-”

“You know what? No. Forget it. I don’t want to know. Just run it again.”

“Suggested solution-”

“I don’t care! I don’t care, just try. Again.”

“Cloning attempt ninety-eight initiated.”

#scribbles from the swamp #tim drake #red robin #robin #kon-el #conner kent #superboy #timkon #dc #tim drake fic #tim drake fanfic #red robin fic #red robin fanfic #robin fic #robin fanfic #timkon fic #timkon fanfic #dc fic #dc fanfic

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Amira Wayne [Unclassified]

So I’m creating a series dedicated to unused chapters/scenes from Amira Wayne... Since these aren’t part of the actual fic, I will not be using the same tags from the fic themselves. If you wanna be tagged, just comment on the pieces themselves or send an ask :D

This was originally going to be the official Day 6 fic, but then I ended up changing the plot too much to be able to use it...

If I had followed my OG plot, then by this chapter, Bruce, Dick and Amira would still be in good terms, healthily healing from Jason's death.

Also, Tim would've be adopted by Bruce when Amira finds out that Tim has been severely neglected by his parents.

Tag: @theatreandcomicfreak @damianette-is-life @toodaloo-kangaroo @elijahcrevan

MASTERLIST | A03

Day 6 - Deleted Chapter

It was another boring day at the WatchTower, some of the heroes lounging around while those with proteges kept an eye on them.

Wally was immersed into the new game Tim had brought in the other day, only for his ears to catch the sound of the zeta tube opening.

While his first thoughts were to ignore it, the voice of the person to whom had just come changed his mind.

“Hello everyone! Sorry for our delay! Batman has a few things to work out before coming here, so I hope these pastries make up for it.”

“And you are?” Wonder Woman asked, wondering who this child was.

“Diana. Barry. Arthur. Meet Ladybug, Batman’s war-“ Superman started, only to get cut off.

“Bug!” Wally squealed with a grin on his face, running up to hug his favorite person in the world as soon as she finished handing the box over to Superman.

Sure, the two have only met a few times, but can you blame Wally? She made the best cookies in the world! And not only that, she was able to get on Batman’s good side! Batman even let her drive the Batmobile!

Ladybug erupted into a fiery pink blush, earning chuckles and giggles from some of the adults in the room.

She quickly averted her eyes when she saw Bart and Uncle Kent smile at her, Diana giving her a knowing face. Arthur simply looked at her with confusion, Ladybug hoping he wouldn’t figure out why she seemed so familiar with him.

“S-See too nice to you! I mean! Nice to-to see you too!” Ladybug stammered, hoping he wasn’t able to hear her heart.

Who was she kidding? Of course he was probably able to hear her hearty happily thumping away.

Wally finally let go of Ladybug, grinning at her.

“You won’t believe who’s here!” Wally said with a smile, catching Amira’s attention.

While this wasn’t Ladybug’s first time at the WatchTower, it certainly was her first time on her own and having to meet other League members. As far as Wally knew, Ladybug had only met Superman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman and Flash. And maybe Martian Manhunter...once.

“Who?”

“Hal! You know? Green Lantern!”

At those words, Ladybug gaped, a smile quickly overcoming it.

“No way! This is probably the first time I’ll be able to properly meet him! Oh no!” Ladybug quickly brought her yo-yo to her face, checking for any flour left behind. “I want to make a good impression. Wally, do I look alright?” She asked as she put her yo-yo away.

“Splendid as ever.” He replied with a grin, causing her to blush once more.

“Careful there. Wouldn’t want Batman to hear those words towards his new ward.” Bart reminded Wally, taking a cookie from the box Ladybug had brought in for them.

“Relax.” Wally assured, grabbing hold of Ladybug’s hand. “Now, let’s go and find Hal! He’ll be so excited to finally meet you!”

“I hope I make a good first impression.”

“He’s going to love you!” Wally said, giving her a toothy grin. “You’ll see.”

Wally and Ladybug ran through the doors, Flash and Wonder Woman following them, not wanting to miss the events that have yet to happen.

Arthur, meanwhile, fought with his thoughts, attempting to connect the dots in his mind.

Bruce let out a sigh as he finally got to the WatchTower an hour and a half later, surprised to see Clark sitting near the Zeta Tube waiting area.

“Kent. What are you-”

“Waiting for you.” He quickly replied, handing Bruce a napkin, a bat shaped cookie on it. “Aside from Amira being a kind girl, she’s also quite the baker. Alfred must be happy to have a set of hands to help him around the kitchen.”

Clark had accidentally found out about Amira being Ladybug one foggy night while visiting Bruce. Clark was waiting for the man in his study when he caught her entering it via the window in full Ladybug costume.

“Not only can she bake, but she also knows how to get the boys to listen to her with a single command.” Bruce said with a sigh, regretting letting Amira go ahead without him. Making sure that Dick wouldn’t go off solving cases without backup and for Tim to not wander into the BatCave by himself is what held him back. “So where is Amira?”

“Last I heard, she was busy arguing with Hal-”

“Jordan’s here?” Bruce asked, only then realising that two were heading towards the sparing room, hearing muffled shouts coming from the room.

“Knowing that Amira wanted to meet him, Wally offered to introduce her to him.”

“And you let them?” Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, fully knowing the headache that was awaiting. “Let’s just hope-”

Bruce wasn’t expecting to see what he saw when he entered the room.

There, in front of them, Ladybug finished slamming a robot against the floor as a timer went off, the crowd cheering for their victor.

“That was amazing!” Bruce heard Wally shout, looking over to Ladybug, a prominent blush on her face as she held her hand in the air. Bruce wanted to throw a glare the boy’s way, but chose not too.

She let her hand drop to her side, feeling as her entire body almost fell down with it. She let herself take in big breaths of air, fully knowing she badly needed it.

“That’s the fifth time in row that I’ve beaten you.” Ladybug said after catching her breath. Sparring with robots was nothing compared to fighting her brothers...brother. She straightened herself up, doing a few bends to the side to calm down her aching body. “If you still want to go another round to try and prove-”

“Ladybug.” Bruce’s voice boomed, making everyone quiet down and causing Ladybug to harshly flinch.

“B-Batman.” She said, slowly turning to face. “I know you said that I should wait for you to arrive so that you can properly introduce me as your ward, but-”

“She’s your ward?” Hal asked, glancing between Batman and Ladybug. “Should’ve known.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Bruce asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Using underhanded methods to destroy-”

“I didn’t use any underhanded methods!” Ladybug defended, holding back a blush when she heard ‘She fought fair and square!’ from Wally. “Batman taught me how to make the most of my surroundings and of my abilities! He’s the one who taught me to access my situations instead of charging in...unlike you.”

“Excuse me? Are you-”

“Instigating that you solely rely too much on your ring’s power? Yes.” Ladybug said, stepping out of the ring. “Makes you think you’re invincible.”

“Not like you’re any different.” Hal retorted, pointing at Ladybug’s earrings. “Your earrings are also magical. As for how I know, I scanned it earlier. I know what they are.” Hal said with a smirk when he saw Ladybug scowl.

“My earrings-”

“-are just like my ring.” Hal completed, walking up to Ladybug. “You too rely too much on your magical earrings.”

“No, I don’t.” Ladybug sternly said, straightening up. “And to prove it. Let’s have a simple sparring match. One round, no time limit. And to make things fair, no magical item for me since you believe I rely too much on it.”

Everyone watched as Ladybug went over to Bruce, who simply looked at his ward with pride.

Everyone watched as Ladybug called off her transformation, watching as she held her earrings in her hand before giving them to Batman.

Wally’s jaw dropped at finding out that it was Amira behind the mask.

“Dad, hold my earrings.”

“Dad?!” Hal yelled, wondering if this meant death. “Batman is-”

“My father? Yup. Name’s Marinette by the way,” Amira said, bowing her head as she said it.

Wally looked at her in confusion. Wasn’t that Amira?

Technically, Amira wasn’t lying. “And before I forget, let me just tell you,” Marinette stepped into the ring, stretching her arms for the upcoming fight. “Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean you should underestimate me.”

“-and that hold you did at the end! That was...amazing!” Wally blabbered away, causing Amira to turn a shade redder than what she already was.

As soon as the match started, Hal wished he hadn’t challenged the young girl.

No matter how many times he would hold her down or throw her across the ring, she would never. Back. Down. Ever.

She fell on her back? Did a flip to get back up or twist her body to attack him from below, oftentimes kicking him in the jaw.

She rolled towards the edge of the ring? No problem. She simply stopped herself and went back to dodging Hal’s chains and weapons. He hated it when she would grab a chain and use it against him, or even better. She used it as a step stone to land a hit on him.

He hated her axe drops the most. That thing hurt like the devil.

He grabbed her? She would pull him towards her and knee him in the stomach or chest and then punch him square in the face. But wait! When she didn’t feel like doing that, she’d simply throw him towards her side and push him down, letting some distance go between them before she would flip towards him and do a dropkick on him.

Their fight continued until Amira landed the final blow.

Hal was too late to notice the girl behind him, grinning at him like a madwoman.

Using his projectile as a foothold, Amira launched herself towards him, the heel of her foot connecting with his shoulder, causing him to fall onto the floor, Amira using that opportunity to grab Hal.

But Hal wasn’t going to go down that easily.

Grabbing her arm, he attempted to tuck it behind her and hold her down, but she proved to be quicker than him.

She pulls him towards herself, placing his arm under his body, wrapping her legs around his body.

Hal felt his arm ache in pain from the unnatural stretching, the pressure on his back not helping his lack of breath.

It also didn’t help that he also had pressure going against his chest due to Amira’s leg pushing his arm into his chest and her hands pulling his head into his compressed body.

His head was starting to become light, his vision starting to spin.

He wanted to breathe, but he just couldn’t.

Feeling the last of his energy beginning to leave him, he tapped out, gasping for air when Amira released him.

“It wasn’t anything, really.” Amira finally replied to Wally, internally smiling as she recalled how smoothly her plan went.

With his focus on breathing, Hal’s concentration slipped from his ring, allowing Amira to guarantee her win. She slipped his ring off his finger temporarily, making sure that he wouldn’t attempt to use it as she waited for him to tap out.

When he did, she quickly slipped it back on, grinning as she claimed her victory.

But that was a low move, even for you.

Yes, it was, but something had to be done to knock Hal off his pedestal.

“You think you could teach me how to-”

“Sure!” Amira chirped, internally screaming at herself for saying that. “I'd be happy to teach-“

“Nightwing could teach you.” Batman cut off, causing Wally to shudder and Amira to giggle.

While her first meeting with Hal didn’t go as planned, she sure hopes they can spar with him again in the near future. It’s not everyday she was able to spar without having to hold out after all!

“Can’t wait until our next visit Father!” Amira said, quickly slipping into her Ladybug costume. “And I can’t wait to see you again.” Amira told Wally, waving to him as she stepped into the Zeta Tube.

While she enjoyed visiting the Tower, she couldn’t help but wonder how Jason would’ve reacted had he had the opportunity to see it himself.

#maribat #amira wayne unclassified #anju writes

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daisydays-26 · 3 years

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Simpsons Headcanons

PSA: these headcanons relate to an AU I have yet to fully explain where the show The Simpsons is a show within the Simpsons universe loosely based on Springfield. It’s shot in Springfield and the citizens play characters of themselves.

Also you know me. It’s long.

The Simpsons kids are incredibly close and Bart is very in tune with their emotions. He always knows how to cheer them up or spend time with them.

This sibling power and making sure everyone is included is what caused him to let Ralph have his moment is that one episode. Everyone should get their spotlight.

When Bart’s older he realizes that he’s pretty good at art and tries to get into that industry. Probably Comics or cartoons.

Bart and Sophie Krustofsky are best friends. They met on set and proceed to instantly click.

They’re like the chaotic best friends that have a very deep emotional connection that most people don’t know about. Especially when it comes to parents.

Sophie wanted to take dancing lessons in 8th grade, but she needed a partner so of course she asks Bart. He says yes and sees this as an opportunity to find a way to romance the ladies. They wind up having a really good time together and maybe possibly develop feelings for each other.

They get slushees everytime she’s in town. Their go to flavors are blueberry for Bart and Tropical Mango for Sophie.

Bart’s main group of friends includes him, Milhouse, Nelson, Sophie (when she’s on their side of town) , Martin, and Lisa if she wants to tag along.

Bart probably gets drums again in high school and starts a band with the aforementioned group. It last till they find careers.

When Grandpa Simpson dies Bart and Homer get really close. Bart keeps some of Grandpa’s old sweaters. Comfort Clothes.

While looking through old photo albums to grieve, Bart slips out “do you think he’d be proud of me?” And Homer turns and goes “yes of course he would.” Bart’s tearing up a little and turns to Homer and says “are you proud of me?” “Of course I am boy. Come here” and he holds him and continues. “I know I’m not the best as expressing how I feel about you kids. Till the end of me and your Grandpa’s relationship it was just a known understanding that we loved each other. And I guess I kind of did that with you guys and didn’t realize that you express love in a different way. You need to be told. Of course I’m proud of you. Don’t ever think otherwise.” And Bart cried a little but it’s a good cry. It’s the fist time he ever felt his dad truly liked him. And saw him as Bart Simpson and not just some goofy character.

Sophie and Krusty watch bad made for TV movies to make fun of them. It’s like a bonding thing.

Mel and Barbra (Krusty’s sister) are still married and Sophie loves calling him Uncle Mel.

Sophie also calls Bob Uncle Bob even though they’re not related. They’re just like one big family bc they’ve all known each other for so long and being in the entertainment business made their bonds (Krusty, Mel, and Bob) even stronger.

Bart really likes murder mysteries bc Lisa would read him Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys to get better at reading and they would even play the computer games together.

Marge wears her hair down more at home because Homer likes it so much.

The reason Marge started wearing it up all the time is because it reminds her of when she and Homer got together. It’s a sentiment to their relationship.

They try to have date night at least once a month.

Homer winds up making up with Herbert when the success of the show picks up. Herb relaunched his business and makes up with his only family. He comes around for holidays whenever he’s not busy and The Homer car is a distant funny scandal.

Maude was written out of the show due to health problems. She never really died.

Edna became his love interest due to become good friends with Flanders. She would tutor the boys and babysit whenever needed (due to Maude’s cycles of critical conditions). The show thought it would be a good idea. Flanders didn’t really want to make it seem like he had a new wife, but the show was a good source of income.

Eventually Edna could see how bad Flanders felt on the inside about Edna be portrayed as his new wife and asked to be written out of the show. She knew Flanders would never stick up for himself and couldn’t stand seeing her friend upset. She covered it up by saying she didn’t like the negative publicity of her character and wanted to just be a teacher. She still helps the Flanders whenever they need it.

Edna and Skinner wind up getting back together after her TV retirement. (More on the development later.)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Young Justice - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake Characters: Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake, Cassie Sandsmark, Kon-El | Conner Kent Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Kissing, Romance, Established Relationship, Tim Drake is Drake (DCU), Stephanie Brown is Spoiler, Minor Canonical Character(s), Fluff and Humor, Light Angst Summary:

Expanded scene for Young Justice (2019) #15. Tim and Steph finally get to reunite after the team’s reality hopping adventure, and whilst Tim is keen for Stephanie to be (re)introduced to his friends, Stephanie isn’t sure she belongs.

Tim watched as people piled up the big green monsters into one giant pile of unconsciousness. He was standing on top of his pickup truck; the one Stephanie had apparently driven halfway across America without even a scratch to come meet up with him.

Tim watched as she very awkwardly extracted herself from a conversation with Jackson and Derek, not sure what to say or do, and made a beeline towards Tim. He tried to control his expression as she did so. He wasn’t disappointed in her, but he had hoped she would be able to feel comfortable enough around a bunch of strangers to strike up a friendly conversation or two. At the same time, he understood. Afterall, they hadn’t really gotten their reunion yet. At least, not the one that Steph had teased about wanting.

Tim could see her slight nervousness in the way she held her shoulders as she looked up at him, face hidden under her black mask and purple hood.

“We done? No more bad guys to punch?”

Two days they’d said. Two days and they would find each other.

They’d known it was a promise neither could keep, and things had very understandably gotten out of hand, but still, Tim felt like he had disappointed her.

“We’re done.”

He reached down, tugging her up onto the roof of the truck. She didn’t need the help, but he wanted to see how readily she took his arm.

She did so immediately, without hesitation, a light laugh bubbling out as she was heaved upwards. Stephanie was deceptively light, or maybe Tim was deceptively strong. Regardless, he tugged up until she was able to twist onto the roof on her butt. She then pulled herself up to standing to be level with Tim.

She was smiling under her face cover.

“Can I take off my mask, do you think? Do you trust them all?”

“Yes,” he replied immediately. “They’re our friends Steph.”

His heart broke a little that she didn’t quite understand it yet. It was a bit of a white lie, but Tim saw no reason why it could not be the truth. They had left Gotham for many reasons, altered timelines being one of many, but another was simply the desire to go new places, meet new people, and have a life outside of the damn Bat for two weeks.

Finding his friends again, finding that safe space... He wanted Steph to find her own place within it. He had mentioned it to Cassie, Kon and Bart on the rare quiet moment during their interdimensional travels. He didn’t want there to be a hard line between his life in Gotham and life with them. He didn’t see the need. Not anymore.

Needless to say that the three of them took his thoughts very well. Yes, the four of them were finally reunited. Enough with the melodrama; be grateful that they could spend time together once more and stretch it out and milk that time for all it was worth. Remember how easily it was taken away?

Besides, it couldn’t do Steph any harm to have friends too, right? Admittedly she was a bit rough around the edges, as socially awkward as she was genuinely kind, but then again it wasn’t like the team were exactly behaving at peak social norms either. Bart alone was surely testament to that, right?

Steph was ignorant to Tim’s musings and continued their conversation.

“Good. Because,” she sang, pulling down her hood and her full-face mask off. “I need to give you that proper greeting, remember? Can’t wait any longer.”

Tim exhaled at the sight of her smile and long blonde hair, but it collapsed when she leaned in, eyes half shut.

“Wait,” he said, jerking back a little.

“What?” Stephanie asked, voice quiet and sad. Worried at the rejection, she put her hands up to rest on his chest. He flinched as she did so, and she felt like crying. “Oh no… Something happened didn’t it? Is it those memories you got back? Was I horrible in them? Because I’m really sorry if I was. I’m a different person now. Literally or metaphorically I dunno but…Or is it something that happened whilst you were away?”

She spoke with such sincerity despite the farcical nature of the statements, that Tim felt the need to put her out of her misery. He grasped her wrists and then intertwined their fingers when she raised her palm from his chest. He squeezed tight, and he saw her tremble.

“It’s not you. I didn’t keep my promise.”

“What?” Her voice shifted from upset at herself to the situation.

“You needed me. We said two days. And I tried but-but…”

Stephanie pouted at being denied affection for such a trivial reason as – as far as she saw it – losing track of time. Tim was punishing himself in that silly head of his, and by extension, it also felt so to Stephanie. She took a deep breath and mellowed out her tone.

“Stuff happens,” she responded firmly. She was not interested in a debate or Tim’s proclivity for self-flagellation. “I know you didn’t deliberately leave me hanging, so why would I resent it? Impulse mentioned reality hopping…”

Her look became worried as she drew the wrong conclusion. The confidence fled her as quickly as it had come. “Was it bad? Trauma? Where did you go? Is that where you got this outfit from because ooft honey –”

“You gave it to me.”

Stephanie paused, then tugged Tim’s hands round to hold her waist.

“I did what?” she scrunched up her eyes and face cutely, shaking her head like she was trying really hard to remember giving Tim a brown superhero suit without a cape and a yellow bat on the belt buckle. “Is it another missing memory? Because it’s so unfair that you have yours and mine are still wibbly wobbly. I’m actually a little peeved about it to be honest.”

“This costume. It was… we were…”

Like she was speaking to a toddler, she squeezed tight and said, “Start at the start. What happened after you got to Metropolis?”

Tim told her.

It was an oddly long story, and yet simultaneously brief. It was chaotic and frantic, and yet the affection with which Tim relayed the adventure with his friends made her chest warm. When he reached the misdirection of Earth Three, Stephanie’s patient and attentive expression turned a little distraught. She didn’t mind having the title of Batwoman, she didn’t mind being a good guy in a world of not good guys, but there was just the fact that…

“But you said everyone on Earth Three was evil? A flip of this earth’s morality.”

“I thought so. But you weren’t. You were good there too.”

This only served to further confuse Stephanie.

“But… but…but!” she gulped in a large pocket of air. “But that would mean this me is evil! Right? Am I evil? All this time we’ve been worrying about crazy bat you –”

“Ouch.”

“—But what if it’s me? You could have stayed and helped her right? But you didn’t. And she gave you that costume as what? A present? Something to remember her by? Oh, that’s romantic and sad. But what if this means that I’m the ticking time bomb? You could have stayed and made a huge difference, right? You could have… turned that whole place upside down and made it better for everyone. From the sounds of it, I’m sure not evil me would have been down to clown... Which, great. Now I’m gonna spend my days thinking that me getting the wrong Starbucks order is going to be my start of darkness or something equally stupid. Your friends will think I’m a lunatic...”

Her eyes darted backwards, looking at the team, chatting and oblivious. Superboy was sitting off to the side, quietly watching as everyone wrapped up their work, Wondergirl and Arrowette were catching up, whilst Impulse spoke to Jinny and Naomi. Stephanie felt abruptly ashamed and as a result shifted, almost trying to hide herself behind Tim.

With a firmness and certainty that reflected Stephanie when she had rebuked his earlier guilt, Tim pressed her cheeks together to make her face scrunch up in a pout

“You… are not evil. You never will be if I have any say in the matter. Think you’re about the least capable of it in Gotham, if not in the world. You pulled me back last month from the brink of being a monster. I’d say I’d do the same for you, but I’ll never have to. You’re not stained by the dark.”

She blinked owlishly. Tim was not often that grand and romantic (though he could be histrionic), so it made her blush to be spoken of so highly. Still, her nagging concern, an uncomfortable tightness in the pit of her belly, remained.

“You could have stayed there,” she insisted. She was holding onto the fact that Tim had returned wearing a costume and a name which had been gifted to him on another earth. A name from his alternate self and a costume from an alternate her. There was something to be dissected there right? What would a psychologist make of that tangle of identity and interpersonal relationships?

He had returned from an earth where motives were selfish, and heroes were rare. He had returned wearing a name that was simultaneously his and yet not, wearing a costume that was not hers to grant. Tim wanted more than anything to make a difference. That world was ripe for his ambition.

Tim did not even seem concerned at such a concept. For once, it seemed he had not even given the matter much thought.

“Sure. Maybe I could have stayed. She would have been happy if I had. That Stephanie didn’t have anyone to help her. She…I think she was very lonely.”

Steph sighed shakily, and Tim held her closer. He knocked his forehead against hers, and her grip went up to cradle his face. They kissed, and Tim heard and felt Stephanie’s right foot pop up.

Finally granted the kiss she had been craving for hours, Tim swallowed the sound of her whimper. Not even remotely ashamed of who could be watching, Stephanie deepened the kiss and moved closer, curving her body against Tim as she tugged at his neck, encouraging him to make it harder.

It had been too long, and Stephanie was sure she was developing a complex regarding Tim, like if she took her eyes off him for three seconds he would – for the third time in a year – be zipped off to another dimension. It was almost funny how much the two of them could apparently not stay joint at the hip as they desired, and Stephanie suspected she may have started developing some bizarre attachment disorder as a result.

Although, it was worth it for moments when they kissed like this. When Tim allowed himself to feel like a seventeen-year-old. Kissing felt good. Kissing Stephanie felt great. She always tasted of cinnamon gum and liked to hold his cheek and tug his hair and she made cute squeaks when he –

No, he couldn’t get too carried away.

Tim ended the kiss with a most content sigh, like his worries had been laid to rest forever (which was false and a lie, but he indulged in it for now), and kept his eyes shut.

“I came back,” he whispered, keeping his forehead on hers and missing how Stephanie looked a little cross eyed from the kiss. “Because I had to get home to you. I promised, even if I couldn’t keep to two days. I had to come home.”

“To me,” Stephanie breathed. Looking at him reverently, she cradled his chin and kissed him again.

“To you,” Tim confirmed. “I missed you, Steph.”

She tugged him closer, making him rest his forehead against her shoulder as she buried a hand in his hair.

“Missed you too, boy wonder.”

They embraced for a moment too long, then Tim pulled back a little to speak into her ear.

“Come on. I’ll introduce you to everyone. Properly. I’m sure Bart did a rush job of it. They already know you, which isn’t fair. You should get to know them again.”

He very distinctly felt her tremble. Fighting monsters, fine. Facing her dad down, fine. Meeting her boyfriend’s friends? Terrifying.

Tim hopped down off the truck, but held out his arms, fully intent on catching her. Stephanie looked around once more. It seemed Wondergirl and Naomi were wandering over to the truck, so she swallowed her fear. She leapt off the car, straight into Tim’s arms. He caught her easily and spun her around twice, making her laugh sharply, until using the momentum he flung her up and off. She landed on her feet with a delighted shriek, and it was with that smile on her face that Cassie reached them.

To Stephanie’s surprise and delight, she was enveloped in a warm hug.

“It’s so nice to see you again. Both of you,” Cassie said. Chin resting on Stephanie’s caped shoulder, Cassie saw Tim’s look of relief and gratitude. “You guys will stick around a bit?” she insisted, raising her eyebrows in a gentle chide.

Stephanie choked on her reply, not sure how to react. Behind her, Tim grimaced. Why was she so reluctant around his friends? Was it because she didn’t want to know them, or because she didn’t feel she had the right too?

“I… I want to,” she said, Tim watching her struggle. “But-but my dad…”

Stephanie looked over her shoulder at Tim for guidance, and Cassie broke out the hug. Seeing Stephanie’s hand reach back, Tim took it tightly. He could see in her face no disdain or dislike, just insecurity and the realisation that she didn’t know how best to say her father was a pressing issue without seeming like a haughty holier than thou girlfriend.

Paradoxically, Tim relaxed. That angle was much easier to deal with. It simply was that Stephanie was nervous, and unsure of what her place was in the team. They had their memories of each other back. She held no such memories. She felt locked out, and undeserving.

How to make her understand…

“We have one loose end to tie up at our end,” Tim explained. Playing with Steph’s fingers, he had a sudden thought as a solution. “After though, how about the fact that we’re gonna need to see if the place in Rhode Island is still standing? The team should be able to use it again.”

“Huh?”

Cassie chuckled at Steph's confusion, and smiled broadly at the thought of returning to Mount Justice.

“You’ll love it Spoiler. Better than living out the back of a truck, believe me.”

Stephanie seemed bemused, like she had just suspected Cassie of mocking her but also not hearing any genuine insult in the dig at her current living circumstances.

Cassie wasn’t mocking her. She didn’t have a passive aggressive bone in her body and was not capable of being underhand. She was only trying to gently tease, as a friend would do.

Not that Stephanie knew that, but still, Tim’s heart stuttered for her.

Tim kissed Stephanie’s cheek and explained, “It was Young Justice’s home away from home. There’s a whole headquarters up there. An old Justice League site.”

“We appropriated it,” Cassie said. Her eyes were patient and encouraging. Stephanie, meanwhile, still did not understand.

“That’s cool,” she said politely. Tim sighed good naturedly, exasperated at her obtuseness.

“Stephie,” Tim moaned as she burned red from the pet name in front of his friends. He jerked his head at Conner, begging his direct nature to intercede.

“Whu—”

Endlessly patient, Tim stated, “It’s gonna be your home away from home too. If you want it to be. It can be all of ours again.”

She could not reply, as she was then embraced in a bear hug courtesy of Superboy. Cassie smirked, then called for the others to come gather. Tim held onto Stephanie’s fingers, and watched carefully what Conner did and spoke. Tim had seen that melancholy look from earlier as Conner had watched the team.

Tim knew Conner was feeling a little out of place, but he was grateful that he had put it aside to help Tim and welcome Stephanie. Hidden to Stephanie, he mouthed a thank you in Conner’s direction, who responded by wiggling his head in smug satisfaction.

Stephanie remained oblivious, her only thought as she endured the hug was at the blatant display of strength and control that the clone displayed. She grunted when he squeezed the bear hug tighter but found herself smiling all the same. There was only genuine joy and laughter in Conner’s voice as he teased.

“Hey, we finally got the lovebirds in the same room again, huh? It’s been a while, Spoiler, even if Tim says you don’t remember.”

When he set her down, she returned to Tim, holding his hand still. She didn’t understand why Superboy saying such a thing made the pit of nerves in her gut settle, but the warmth that bloomed in her chest made her smile until her cheeks hurt.

“I’m sorry I don’t. Remember, that is.”

Conner shrugged, “Hey, we’re still young. Gotta lifetime to fix that. Or make new memories. Or both.”

Tim’s hand snuck round her waist, and he pressed his cheek to her temple.

“We’ll deal with your dad. Then we’ll go home?”

“Home?” Stephanie asked.

“Second home,” he quantified.

Looking at the friendly faces surrounding the pair of them, Stephanie smiled awkwardly and nodded.

A home away from home sounded…nice.

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national-nobody-writes · 3 years

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2020 Creator Wrap

2020 Creator Wrap: Favorite Works

I was tagged by the oh so talented @irolltwenties!

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I’m not a particularly prolific writer (WIPs for days, but completed projects? Not so much). Somehow in this hell year though, I did manage to complete more fics than in any previous year for a total of seven new works (~49k words, all on ao3), plus a chunky chap of a long running WIP (~20k words) so I’m actually pretty damn proud of myself! I also made some new fandom friends in 2020 which has easily been one of the biggest delights of the year & has definitely helped my creative momentum, so ty all for that. <3

Counting down from 5, here are my favs:

5. Downtime

I have endless love for JayRoy and it felt so good to finally finish something for them for once this year! All of my past WIPs primarily focused on them ended up firmly in my graveyard folder, including the fic that this one shot was originally meant to be connected to. I liked the way this turned out well enough to clean it up and post it on its own though, so at least now I can say that I have something published for them at last.

(Also it got me back into the JayRoy headspace enough to outline a whole YJ/Earth16 JayRoy fic that I’m excited to start drafting in 2021, so we’ll see where that goes...)

2.3k NSFW; A mix of playful sweet and roughness, just like them.

4. Mirror Image

Bluepulse Week really saved me this year in terms of forcing me to just write, damn it! Did I finish all the prompts this year? Nope. Did it get me to complete a handful of fics that I ended up really loving? Yes. This was one of them.

This fic zoomed into existence entirely out of necessity as an alt idea to a prompt that I had a much longer idea for, but didn’t have time to complete. It then got a positive enough reception that I decided to turn it from a crack-adjacent, passable one-shot to a slightly more developed two-shot by request of one of my commenters. Really, it was writing that second chapter that ended up endearing the fic to me.

6.3k Humor, time travel shenanigans & accidental dating. This fic is the sweetness of teenage crushes, the confusing mess of discovering your sexuality, & laughter with your best friend.

3. Soft Wesper One Shots

Would you look at that, another nsfw piece. Could it be that I’m starting to get to the point where I can look back at completed nsfw fics without cringing terribly? Love that for me.

This fic took me by surprise, tbh. I wouldn’t consider myself a part of the grisaverse fandom (I’m utterly ambivalent toward the OG trilogy & have no plans to read them), but I did fall deeply in love with the whole Six of Crows gang earlier this year to the point of having quite the book hangover afterward, unable to pick up anything else except related fanfic for a couple weeks straight. These fluffy, nsfw scenes were born out of that, and I was pleasantly surprised to see such a positive response to them in the comments. The whole SoC gang has my heart, but the dynamic between Jesper and Wylan in particular got my writing fingers itching.

3.7k Domestic, post-canon fluff & tender sex with flirty Jesper & blushing Wylan abound.

2. Stick With Me

Ohh, I still get warm fuzzies thinking about this fic! If I’m only low-key proud of the first three on this list, this is one I’m legitimately very proud of. I had this idea on the docket already from a convo with @ivyxwrites early this year (or maybe last year? who knows, time means nothing anymore) but used Bluepulse Week as the excuse to finally get started, and I ended up adoring the process of writing it far more than I anticipated.

As much as I love planning out meticulously crafted, plotty stories, sometimes all you want to do is pick some well-loved tropes out of a hat instead and run with them (in this case: stuck in a cabin, only one bed, & heated argument leading to confession). It was freeing to just mess around and have fun with this fic, knowing pretty much right from the get-go how I wanted it to unfold and seeing it so vividly in my mind. It also probably helped that I was writing it for Ivy; it’s much easier for me to stay motivated when creating directly for my friends.

Finishing this was also such a serotonin-filled burst of pure victory for me since, as previously stated, I’m terrible at finishing projects--particularly multi-chap fics, particularly within a decent timeframe.

25.5k A showcase of the essence of what I love about the best friends-to-lovers dynamic. Part character study, part wires getting crossed & uncrossed, and whole idiots to lovers. This fic is the warmth in the pit of your stomach from a yearning made real & the sudden clarity of realizing what you were looking for had already been there all along.

1. The Rest Pt 1: Delicate (Remember Me Chap 4)

Oh, Remember Me. Of everything I’ve ever written, this story remains the one I’m most proud of and certainly the closest to my heart (not to mention the longest running, whoops). The first iteration of the beginning of this story was actually drafted back in 2017, but I walked away from it for a couple of years before deciding to dust it off and try again. It has spiraled into something far bigger in scope than I originally planned for, but I’ve come to love the path it’s led me down so far, and finishing this whopping 20k chunkster of a chapter was like breathing a huge (if temporary) sigh of relief.

This chap was particularly cathartic to write because it allowed for a number of convos between the boys that had really needed to happen, and was finally the ‘getting together’ moment the fic had been building toward for a while. It’s also so sappy I could die, but I will not be apologizing for that, lol. I was really hoping to get Chap 5 up this year as well, but y’know. Sometimes things just don’t work out like you plan for and that’s okay.

Chap 5 does have 17k done already (with prob another 5-8k still to go) & I’m itching to share it, but no sense in rushing if the end result would suffer for it. Luckily, everyone in comments has been kind enough to beat me over the head with ‘take your time, we don’t mind/we’ll still be here!!!’ which I’m immensely grateful for. So, at least the pressure to hurry up and get it done is purely self-inflicted.

Of all my works, this fic has not only gotten the most passionate responses, but has also been the main gateway for me to interact with other bluepulse creators, which has been a real joy. Nothing brightens my day like the essays people leave me over there from time to time after discovering the fic. That kind of engagement is the highest praise, & responding is very self indulgent fun for me (bc, clearly, I could go on and on about this fic & YJ in general forever).

54.8k total so far (WIP). Bart & Jaime’s relationship journey from beginning to ‘current day’ (aka the moment the fic begins), using amnesia/memory restoration as a framing device. The high highs and low lows of first love, navigating a 3 yr age difference, and the long, winding road from best friends to lovers as the years roll on. Slow-burn-adjacent (in terms of both the boys’ relationship to each other and reader’s relationship to the fic bc of how long I take between goddamn updates).

Tagging @ivyxwrites, @incorrectbatfam, @paintingwithdarkness, @bluepulsebluepulse

#writing #fanfic #dc #young justice #bluepulse #jayroy #wesper

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Hey, Sis! (Batfam/Young Justice Crossover)

{Read on Ao3}

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman - Comics, Young Justice (Cartoon)

Relationships: Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Members of the Team (Young Justice), Tim Drake & Cassie Sandsmark, Tim Drake & Jaime Reyes, Tim Drake & Garfield Logan, Tim Drake & La'gaan, Cassandra Cain & Bruce Wayne,

Characters: Tim Drake, La'gaan (DCU), Jaime Reyes, Garfield Logan, Cassie Sandsmark, Bruce Wayne, Unnamed Drug Dealers, Megan M'orzz, Members of the Team (Young Justice), Dick Grayson, Bart Allen,

Additional Tags: Meet the Batfamily (DCU, )Humor, BAMF Cassandra, Cain, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Batfamily (DCU, )Cassandra Cain is Black Bat, Good Older Sibling Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake-centric, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Caring Batfamily (DCU), Team, Cassandra Cain is an angel, A deadly one!, Batfam Meets Young Justice

Summary: “How is she doing that,” Cassie muttered in awe as the woman leapt above the heads of some goons, bringing them crashing down before moving on to others.“That can’t be real,” Jaime replied, “Not even Nightwing is that good.”Tim held back the urge to chuckle. They didn’t know the half of it.

AKA: Gamma Squad is in a bit of a pickle, and a mysterious figure rescues them. (Spoiler: it's Cass)

A/N: Just a short interlude while I work on the next installment in this series (It'll have ALL members of the batfam in it. I've only written a 1/4, and it's already over ten pages. So that's why it's taking so long!). This one has BAMF!Cass, so what else is required?Once again, post season 2, but ignoring season three. Batfam haven't introduced themselves to the Team, so they think it's only Dick and Tim, and they know Babs is Oracle.Oh, Cass wears her Batgirl Costume, but goes as Black Bat. I just think they fit better, y'know?

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“Okay, this is bad.”

Tim looked over to where Jaime was struggling in his bonds, and sighed. He was right, this was definitely not how the mission was supposed to go.

It was just supposed to be a recon mission - no, really - where they gathered info on a drug ring in Washington DC that seemed to be spreading a type of crack that affected metahumans in negative ways. The plan was to sneak around their base by the docks, see how much supplies they had, the number of thugs, and their set up. Because of this, only Gamma Squad was sent, consisting of Robin, Blue Beetle, Lagoon Boy, Beast Boy, and Wonder Girl.

La’gaan had gone in first, using the water as cover, but they had lost contact quickly. The others had gone in to provide backup, and within fifteen minutes, they were all tied up. Cassie was also knocked unconscious, tied with her own lasso.

Tim wiggled around under the ropes, bringing his ankle just within reach.

“What are you doing?” Gar whispered.

Tim slipped a finger into his boots and pressed his panic button. He looked over to Garfield “Calling for help,” he whispered back.

Jaime frowned. “But everyone is already out on separate missions. They won’t get to us for hours.”

Tim shrugged. “Batman will think of something.”

“He better,” La’gaan muttered.

*****

Half an hour later, and no one had come. The group was restless, especially with Cassie having woken up ten minutes before.

Everyone perked up, however, when the door opened up. But it wasn’t a rescue. Instead, the Boss stood smirking in the opening as over a dozen thugs streamed around him and began to pull them up and out the door into the main area of the warehouse.

Cassie and La’gaan began to struggle, but Tim sent them a look that clearly conveyed his thoughts: “Stand down, see what info we can gather and wait for backup.”

They rolled their eyes, but stopped resisting.

Soon enough they were tied in a group by some crates in the warehouse, surrounded by forty goons in varying levels of armed. The drug Boss stood a little ways away from them, just out of arm’s reach.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

No one spoke.

The man sighed. “I guess we’ll do this the hard way, then.” He motioned to a woman standing to the side, and she came forward carrying a toolbox. He reached in and pulled out a wrench. “Who’s first?”

Tim bit his lip and glanced at the Team. He was prepared to go in their stead, but what was taking the others so long? Why hadn’t Bruce sent someone? He opened his mouth to offer himself up when it happened.

The skylight shattered, and a figure dressed all in black fell through. Their cape snapped open, slowing their fall just enough for them to roll safely to the floor and spring up in a fighting stance. Tim grinned at the new arrival.

The femine figure stood dressed in a leather and kevlar suit with the yellow outline of a bat, utility belt, and cowl with bat ears and stitching over her mouth. Her cape flowed around her shoulders, pooling at her feet.

There were several cries of alarm at the sight, and Tim felt his team tense behind him, not knowing the figure. The young woman didn’t say anything, only tilting her head in a curious manner.

“What are you waiting for?” the Drug lord announced, waving his wrench around, and stumbling back, “get -”

He was suddenly cut off by the woman’s hand darting out and jabbing a pressure point in his neck. He collapsed to the floor without another word.

For a long moment, no one breathed. Then the thugs rose up like an angry wave and attacked.

The woman rose up to meet them, efficiently taking down whoever came in her way. She spun and kicked out at three thugs, turning just as quickly to flip over and strike a pair of women with baseball bats. She fought so effortlessly, it was almost like she was dancing.

“How is she doing that,” Cassie muttered in awe as the woman leapt above the heads of some goons, bringing them crashing down before moving on to others.

“That can’t be real,” Jaime replied, “Not even Nightwing is that good.”

Tim held back the urge to chuckle. They didn’t know the half of it.

Soon enough, the warehouse which had previously been filled to the brim with criminals had transformed into a sea of groaning bodies atop the floor.

The woman turned to them at that moment, and strolled confidently through the masses. She stopped directly in front of Tim, staring down at him.

“You,” she proclaimed confidently, “are an idiot.”

Tim grimaced. “Hey, our intel didn’t cover how much man power they had! We thought we’d be fine.”

She continued to look down at him.

“You gonna let me loose?”

She didn’t let up.

Tim sighed. “Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t go into any more reckless situations, which cause you to have to come get me out.”

She nodded. “Not true, but okay.”

She knelt down and pulled out a sharped batarang. Within seconds, Tim’s bonds were cut loose. She turned and helped him free the others.

“Who are you?” Jaime asked, eyes wide when everyone was freed.

The woman tilted her head and looked to Tim, somewhat expectantly.

Tim sighed. “This is Black Bat,” he said, “my sister.”

*****

“I still can’t believe you have a sister,” Cassie said, glancing back to where Cass was patching a scrape on her arm in the back of the batplane she’d flown to DC.

“Let alone one that’s so freaking cool!” Garfield added, grinning.

“Seriously,” Jaime said, echoing Cassie’s earlier thought, “How did she do that stuff? I thought Batman didn’t allow metas in Gotham?”

Tim resisted the urge to laugh, thinking of a certain glow-in-the-dark brother of his. “Black Bat isn’t a meta … she’s just awesome.”

His teammates rolled their eyes, but didn’t get a chance to say anything else as Cass made her way to the front, a bandage around her left bicep. She looked around, eyeing everyone, before moving to the pilot’s seat. She sat down and turned off autopilot.

“Almost there,” she said, “sit.”

*****

“What do you mean ‘they were compromised’!” M’gann exclaimed, glaring at Batman. “Why didn’t you tell us?!”

Batfam frowned - oh, what a surprise - “You were on a separate mission, and you couldn’t be pulled.

“Of course we could be pulled,” M’gann argued. “They’re members of the Team, and when they’re in trouble, we help!”

“You weren’t necessary,” Batman said, and quickly continued when M’gann opened her mouth again, “I already sent one of my own operatives to aid them.”

M’gann frowned. “But the new intel said there were ten times as many henchmen there than previously thought! How could oneperson get them out of that?!”

Suddenly, Dick started to laugh. Everyone whirled to face him, only to find the acrobat leaning against a wall, trying to catch his breath.

“Oh gosh,” he said after a moment, “You sent her?”

Batman nodded.

Dick straightened and let out a long sigh. “Oh, those thugs don’t stand a chance.”

Batman nodded. “That was the thought.”

The Team looked back and forth between them. There was something they were missing, right?

An alert sounded, and the group turned to the now opening bay in the mountain. In which flew a sleek black jet - clearly a Batplane. It came in and set down beside the bio ship. A moment later, it opened up.

Out strolled a petite figure dressed in all black, with bat ears and a yellow Batsymbol on their chest. Honestly, she looked like a female batman. Except Batman didn’t have that weird stitching over his mouth.

Behind her Gamma Squad followed tentatively. Robin came out and stood by Nightwing, and the others slowly made their way to the group.

The Team’s eyes, however, were on the stranger. She continued up till she was face-to-face with Batman.

“Hello, Black Bat,” the Dark Knight said, “Did the mission go well?”

Black Bat nodded. “Idiots, but safe.”

Why did Batman look like he was resisting the urge to smile? Or maybe that smallest corner of his mouth was twitching from all that frowning he did. Yeah, that must be it.

She tilted her head. “You were worried.”

Batman sighed, looking long at her, pointedly ignoring the stares of the surrounding heroes. “Yes.”

She nodded, then stepped forward and gave him a hug.

Black Bat wrapped her arms around Batman.

Hug.

Physical affection.

What was going on?!

Oh, but the real kicker was when he hugged her back. They held onto each other for a few seconds before Black Bat pulled back.

“Send me out more,” she said, “avoid stupid.”

Robin let out a yelp. “Excuse me? It was one time! Not my fault the info was outdated!”

Batman and Black Bat turned simultaneously to stare him down. The boy wonder shrinked a little and slunk behind Nightwing under the combined glares of the bats.

Oh yes, this girl was totally Batman’s mini-me.

Batman turned back to the girl and nodded. “You can join on a mission or two. Might keep the boys in check.”

Black Bat nodded. “Boys are dumb.”

Batman didn’t have a chance to reply, as at that exact moment, Bart ran into the room from where he’d been getting after mission snacks.

“Oh my gosh, why didn’t you tell me Black Bat was here?” He demanded.

“Do you know her?” M’gann asked.

Bart shook his head. “No, but I know of her!” he turned to Black Bat, vibrating in excitement. “You’re incredible, did you know that? You were one of my favorite bats to learn about!” he paused for a split second, in which he flashed away and came back with a notebook and pen in his hand. “Could I have your autograph?”

Black Bat nodded and took the supplies. A moment later, however, she looked back at him. “I … uh, can’t … um, you know …”

Bart looked confused for a moment, and then brightened. “Oh, right! Could you draw a picture then?”

Black Bat tilted her head before opening up the pages and drawing a big smiley face on it. With Bat ears.

Bart’s eyes were filled with pure joy as he looked down at the simple drawing. “IhavetheautographfromsomethatcankickShiva’sbutt!”

Bart left with a grin on his face and a whoosh of air. A moment later, a loud crash came from the recreational area.

“I’m okay!”

Batman sighed. “He broke something I’m going to have to pay for, didn’t he?”

Black Bat hummed as she reached up and patted his head comfortingly.

It was at this point that M’gann had had enough. First, she wasn’t alerted when members of her Team were in jeopardy. Then, and unknown operative was sent in without her consent. Now, said operative just gained permission from Batman to join the group?

“Who is she!?” M’gann demanded, her hands on her hips.

The pair of bats turned on her at that moment, but she didn’t back down. After a moment, Batman spoke.

“This is Black Bat, my daughter. She is incredibly skilled and operates in Hong Kong and Gotham.”

The young woman seemed to preen under the praise.

“You have a daughter?” Conner asked.

Robin and Nightwing looked to each other before saying in unison: “Spoilers!”

Batman glared at them before turning back to the group. “Yes, I do.”

M’gann considered the girl, she seemed capable, if she could save Gamma squad from what apparently were impossible odds. And it would be nice to get more girls on the Team …

“Fine,” she said, turning to Black Bat, “You can come join us on a mission or two, if you want.”

Black Bat bounced on her heels in excitement.

Nightwing turned to Batman. “You know if she’s allowed to join, the others will want in too.”

There was a pause, then M’gann asked quietly.

“Others?”

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