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well, i said that i'd make a post breaking down stings design if he made it to round 2 and so! this is it! this is that post

without further ado, let's talk about how i designed my boy!

warnings for (drawn) close-up images of scorpions:

let's start off with his head!

the vast majority of sting's head comes from scorpion anatomy! his eyebrows are based off of a pair of a scorpion's walking legs. scorpions have 4 pairs of walking legs which are attached to the head/thorax. i can't represent all 4 pairs but i could at least represent 1, hence why his eyebrows are Huge and stick off of his head

the pair of darker red tubes that go from behind his eyebrows to the back of his head, those are meant to be pedipalps! pedipalps are actually part of a scorpion's mouth, but for sonic character design purposes i used it to resemble hair. as for the actual pincers, thats what the two things on the back of his head are. if you were to translate it to hair, it'd be like a tight, messy bun

the other part of a scorpion's mouth are the chelicerae! his mouth originally took more inspiration from how a scorpion's mouth is supposed to look, but due to how difficult it was to consistently draw + emote in general, this was changed to be more beak-like (using mimic for reference). his "tusks" are still reminiscent of the tip of the chelicerae, only they turn up to help his mouth look more distinct!

as for the 2 pairs of dot markings on his head, those are meant to represent eyes! scorpions have at least 6 eyes, 12 at most. the 2 pairs of markings are meant to give the impression that sting has 6 eyes!

next up is his clothes! since sting specializes in close-combat fighting, he doesn't really wear loose clothes as he doesn't want to risk tripping over himself or getting caught on anything. that's why he wears a simple torn tank top and some pants

his belt is fashioned after the segments on a scorpion's abdomen! thats why there's all those lines on it

his shoes, the golden edge of his shoes with the two little protrusions, those are meant to resemble a scorpion's paws!

as for sting's tail, the reason why it's so thick is because he is a highly venomous scorpion! it's also why the pincers on his head are so small: scorpions with thick tails and small pincers are Very Venomous while scorpions with thin tails and big pincers are mostly harmless! i went for a more spherical shape with his tail because i thought it looked cool. he originally didn't have a set number of segments but ultimately i landed on 6, which is the same amount of an actual scorpion (5 metasomal segments + the 1 pincer)

lastly, his palette! sting's palette is actually inspired by the deathstalker scorpions from kipo and the age of wonderbeasts! actual deathstalkers are more orange/brown, but the mutated ones in kipo are various shades of red. you can really see the inspiration in this image here

his tail has an alternating color palette for readability! it'd be harder to make out more action-y poses if it was all the same color, or if it was half lighter half darker, so the alternating colors help make it more distinct

this art is from august! it helps show the color breakdown

(flat + shade)

AND THATS IT! that is all the thought and inspiration i put into my boy. if you took the time to actually read through all of this thank you so much!!! it genuinely means a lot to me 🌟

if you really like sting, please consider voting for him in the oc showdown! you can vote here

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✰ 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 ✰

Inazuma Version part1. •Mondstadt Version •Liyue Version

->Summary: Inazuma boys being jealous<3

->Characters: Gorou jealous of Kazuha / Kazuha jealous of Heizou/ Heizou Jealous of Thoma / Thoma is jealous of Ayato.

->Warnings: One mention of blood, a little suggestive, no nswf, and slightly possessive behavior<3

->Reader: Gender Neutral 😐

->Author's notes: SORRY I DISAPPEARED I'VE BEEN REALLY BUSY LATELY, so here it is the first part of the Inazuma version, I'll post soon enough the second part of this <3 Enjoy🫶

1. Gorou is jealous of Kazuha.

The great general of Watatsumi Island's forces. He has gained respect and prestige, but always shows himself to be a humble leader.

He is deeply trusted by his subordinates and is someone with whom you can share your feelings without shame.

Gorou, like all of Watatsumi Island's inhabitants, is a loyal supporter of Sangonomiya Kokomi. Kokomi trusts him to lead the Watatsumi Army as its primary general, being sincere, determined and courageous. He has a strong sense of camaraderie and gets along well with all of the soldiers under his command, who in turn share the same sentiment and speak to him if any issues arise, including new recruits.

This is what you like about Gorou. His determination and loyalty. From the moment you joined the army, you quickly established a bond with the young general. But soon this understanding of yours became bigger and bigger. Even Her Excellency, Sangonomia Kokomi, realized that between the two of you there was not the usual and classic relationship between superior and subordinate.

No. He shared with you his choices, and asked you for advice on how to move troops by treating you as an equal. Also on the front line during the fights. Always have your backs and make sure to protect one another. You trained together, and you gave him tips on how to use the sword, while he helps you get used to the bow. You were meant for each other, but there was nothing official between you despite your behavior behind the scenes being the same of a married couple.

The battle for a showdown with the Shogun's army was near, so Kokomi asked whoever had the possibility to join the army momentarily to help the rebellion, and the task of welcoming those who would make such a decision was entrusted to you and Gorou.

When you arrive at the meeting place, you started to feel a little anxious. After all, you were about to welcome your new allies. Gorou is a very knowledgeable guy in this kind of thing, but you were... still inexpert. You breathed deeply. You could have done it. Soon, some soldiers arrived, escorting two individuals.

A woman. She has long, waist-length dark brown hair. The top of her hair is tied up with an intricate gold hairpin with a pale blue tassel hanging from one end. Her fringe parts around her right eye, slightly covering her left. Her right eye is a deep ruby-colored hue melting into gold. Her left eye is covered by an eyepatch.

And, by her side there was a young man with choppy, medium length hair, some of it tied in an off centered ponytail to his right. It is a platinum blonde color, apart from a single red streak on his right. He has red eyes with a yellow hue at the bottom. He has a gentle facial expression, rather calming.

"We thank you for offering to help us. The entire army and Her Excellency herself are grateful to you." Gorou said. "It's nice to see you again, Beidou and Kazuha." He... he already knew them?

Your eyes moved from Gorou's face to the young man's He was already looking at you. Your gazes chained, as if they didn't want to leave. You lost yourself for a moment in the crimson color of the irises of the boy named Kazuha.

He smiled softly at you, as you break the eye contact with him, nervously looking away. He whisper a soft chuckle, as Gorou invites them to follow him.

You reached quickly Gorou's side, as you walked with him. While walking to towards the camp, you kept giving small gazes at the samurai, who indeed was doing the same. But the General Gorou isn't blind. He noticed.

And he was...bothered...?!

Once reached the camp, you stopped in front of the gate. "Here we are. You will both stay here until Her Excellency will sort you into the various groups." Gorou said. You looked straight into Kazuha's eyes, as you offered to accompany him to his tent, and showing him the rest of the camp. But Gorou wasn't willing to let you spend time ALONE with kazuha, so he made an excuse, telling you that was the work of the soldiers of that camp.

You slowly nodded, as you walked away with Gorou.

He doesn't know why that was bothering him so much, you and kazuha were just looking at each other...

Somehow he was feeling strange about it...

The next day, early in the morning, you headed back to the camp, where Kazuha and that hot pirate-captain woman were staying. You wanted to train a little, and the train-camp there was your favorite, perfect for the sword users.

You prepared yourself, and soon started training, as you usually do in the morning alone. Using your vision, you managed to simulate an elemental attack you were working on. You smiled satisfied, but out of nowhere a gentle applause came from behind you. You turned your head, and to your surprise, you found the young samurai standing there, looking softly at you.

"That attack was rather amazing, a really good job to say the least." He said, smiling gently. You smiled back at him, telling him that you have been working on that attack for a long time. He told you that he is a sword user too, and offered you to train together.

You accept his offer as you both started sparring with each other.

You were strong, but he was stronger. His sword skills were far beyond yours. He was incredibly good with the sword. In fact, he defeated you.

"You are incredible, kazuha..." You say as you stand up from the ground.

"Thank you for your compliment, you flatter me. You are really good too, but you can improve. Let me give you some advices" He said gently.

You nodded, as you look at him getting closer to you.

"before, when you tried to disarm me, you acted very quickly, and you would have even succeeded if it wasn't for your position. It was slightly wrong. Do you mind trying to do that again? So I can correct you.."

You nodded, as you set yourself in the same position as before.

"There. You are really fast and agile, but you moviments are limited by the position of your hips." He leaned closer.

"Is it ok for me to touch your waist?" He asked. Those words made you cheeks heat up, as you nod slowly.

He just smiled, getting behind you, placing his hands gently on your hips, correcting you position.

"There, and your back, it has to be straight..." He said, pressings your back against his chest.

It happens that the General Gorou was looking for you, and he knew that he would find you at the train-camp. Wagging his tail while walking, smiling at himself at the thought of seeing you, he reached the train-camp, but his happy expression vanished as he saw you that close to the samurai.

Kazuha with his hands on your hip, having you pressed against his chest... Gorou felt, strange.

It bothered him that you were so close to someone else who wasn't him... Only he could have you so close, only he could touch you like that... Only him.

Was he...jealous?

He was a step closer to go there and separate you, and take you away from Kazuha, but that was pointless, the two of you weren't in an official relationship, but it was time for Gorou to show everyone that you belong to him.

He walked away, waiting to get you all alone.

He waited patiently in his tent, taking care of some paperwork, knowing that you will come to him, sooner or later.

He is a general after all, he predict the moves of the enemy army every day. Predicting yours were a piece of cake.

And so you did.

In the afternoon, you started to look out for Gorou. So you headed to his tent, finding him sit at his desk filling some documents.

"Gorou i haven't seen you the whole day! You have been here the whole time?" You said. But Gorou was silent. So you got closer to him. "This morning I trained with Kazuha! He is incredibly skilled with his sword! He gave me some advices... I think I'm going to improve a lot thanks to him! He is truly amazing--- mmh?!"

Gorou grabbed you by your hips, pulling you on his lap, shutting you up placing his lips on yours. He was tired. Tired to wait. Tired to not have you all to himself.

Forcing his tounge inside you mouth, he explored every inch of your mouth, swirling his tounge around yours, making you squirm.

You pulled away from him, looking in his eyes, your heart started racing. "G-Gorou? W-what was that for?!" You asked, as your cheeks were getting redder and redder.

He stayed silent, leaning closer to your neck, as he whispered in your ear. "You belong to me. And only me." He said as he started kissing your neck, keeping you in place with his hands on your waist. You let out a small moan, as he start sucking the soft skin of your neck, leaving hickeys all over your collarbone.

You are his, he wants everyone to understand it. Especially Kazuha.

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2. Kazuha is jealous of Heizou.

Kazuha is a wanderer. And you are well aware of the fact that he isn't home often. You can't stop him to continue his journey and you won't.

You love him a lot, so you support him in every way possible, but sometimes, when he is away, you can't help but feel a little lonely. He was your everything, and when everything is away from you, you have nothing.

Sure you had a lot of friends in Inazuma, but even tho you hang out with them you can't help but think about Kazuha. And not all of them manage to notice how much missing Kazuha upsets you. But one of them, maybe the smartest one, was able to get how lonely you were feeling, keeping you distracted every way possible.

That friend of yours, is Shikanoin Heizou. He is one of your closest friends, you know each other like the back of your hand, plus Heizou is an incredible observer, in fact it didn't take him long to realize you were down in the dumps.

He always had a little crush on you, taking the chance that kazuha was away, he decided that he would make you realize that he is much better than your boyfriend. And this was the right time.

He had to play his cards right, after all you were in love with kazuha, he knew it would be difficult, but he was convinced that he would succeed somehow, so one day, he invited you to train with him. He knows that you used to do that a lot with Kazuha, but he thought that this would be the easiest way to get closer to you.

"Hey there y/n! I'm glad to see that you came!" Heizou said, as you approached him. "Hey Heizou! Of course I came! It's always better training with someone than doing it alone.." You answer him, placing your stuff next to Heizou's.

"So what are we going to do today for our train?" You say curiously, looking at Heizou gathering his hair into a low ponytail. "Today we will be practicing the hand-to-hand combat." He says cracking his fingers.

"It's not fair! It's your style of combat! You will surely beat me up!" You say, crossing your arms. Glaring at him. "Don't give me that look, I'll be gentle~" He says winking at you.

"Enough chit-chats, let's get started, I want to see what you are capable of!" He say, positioning himself with open arms and a smug smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes, as you both started fighting against each other, but soon it got kind of intense.

"not bad Y/n~" Heizou said with a mischievous grin. You just shake your head smiling while dodging his attempts at surprising you.

You didn't notice, but the persone that have been on your mind until today was watching you from afar behind some bushes. He arrived a few minutes ago, and as soon as se landed in Inazuma he searched for you, his lovely partner. He missed you so much and he wanted to hold you in his arms as soon as possible.

But instead he found you fighting with Heizou. He was glad that you were enjoying yourself, and having fun with Heizou but for some reason he felt some kind of... jealous.

It's not like he wanted to find you in tears because you were missing him too much, but he wanted it. He wanted to be the only one in your mind.

Seeing Heizou getting so close to you at times, sometimes even grabbing your waist to confuse you, and teasing you so shamelessly made Kazuha feeling all types of anger and jealousy.

He knew he was irrational, he trusted you a lot. But you weren't the problem, but Heizou and his shamelessly attitude.

Every pickup lines Heizou throw at you with sly smirks on his face, every time Heizou was getting closer to you the he should... those things were making your boyfriend feeling and odd feeling in his chest.

"Hey what are you-" You said as Heizou made you fall onto the ground using a little his vision and before you can get up he pins you down with his arm.

"I won!" He said, looking down at you. Ow you were looking so cute with you hands pinned above your head under him. What a lovely sight. Less lovely for your boyfriend, who was struggling to keep calm.

"You cheated Heizou! It's not fair!" You said struggling to free your self from his grip. "No pain no gain, sweetheart~" Heizou said grinning at you.

Enough.

A sudden strong wind current pushed Heizou away from you and another one pulled you towards the bushes where kazuha was hiding. You nearly fell but Kazuha quickly caught you and held you up bridal-newly wed style.

Your eyes opened wide at the sight of him "Kazu!! You are back!? finally you are ba--" You shutted yourself up, as you looked at his facial expression, how he was holding you now, and the fact that he pushed you toward him using a strong wind current.

He's only gotten like this once before, it was when you bumped into your ex in Liyue. He was so scary, as he is right now.

Kazuha stayed silent and walked away. He kept walking despite your complaints and questions until you reached your shared house.

"Kazu? What about Heizou?!" You said, looking at deep in his crismon eyes. He set you down and sighed, looking away from you. “kazuha. what’s wrong?” you asked, hoping for an answer this time.

“i…i hated seeing Heizou acting like that...So shamelessy flirting with you... ” he replied. "I missed you so much dove, and once I came back and I search for you, i find you fighting with Heizou..." He stopped talking and looked straight into your beautiful eyes "...the way you were fighting…reminded me of how I fell for you.”

You wanted to say something but then he knelt down and held your hands. “I know I'm not the perfect boyfriend, I know I'm often far from home, but I don’t want…anyone to fall for you the same way I did. I want you to be only mine.”

Your face was way too red right now, and you were in too much shock to say anything. You couldn’t even look at him in the eye with how flustered you were.

Kazuha slowly lifted you your chin, and made you face him. He smiled at you and placed his hand on your cheek, probably attempting to calm you down. It just made you more flustered, but he loved it either way.

He moved closer and moved his hands down to your waist. “come on, love. look at me.” he whispered. You looked up at him and he was maybe an inch away from your lips.

“k…kazuha, you know that i love you, right?” you muttered. He chuckles, “i know. but i want to be the only one, alright?” he said.

You suddenly kissed him, he was a little shocked but quickly kissed back. Pulling you closer as his grip gets tighter. As your lips interwine with each other, his tounge slides into your mouth swirling around yours. Your hands run through his hair, as a soft noise escape his lips.

“I love you.” he said, pulling away. “You are the most perfect being that walks Teyvat in my eyes, And even tho I know I'm not the only one thinking it, You aren't an object love... but I want to make everyone know that you belong to me." You smiled, a red shade filling your cheeks once again.

You always knew he was a charmer, but this was a whole new level. Maybe you should get him jealous more often.

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3. Heizou is jealous of Thoma

Secret relationships are tough. It's not as romantic as books may make it looks like. The so loved 'Strangers in public, lovers in private' it's not that exiting. Is tiring.

But you had no choice, and we all know how love can make people crazy. You never wished to end up like this, but your situation required it.

I'm talking about your secret relationships with the sharp detective of the Tenryou Communsion. The popular Shikanoin Heizou.

You fell in love with him at the first sight and it was the same for him. You were so perfect in his eyes. Archons, only they know how much this man loves you. And you him a lot too.

But there were... some issues.

Which ones?

Oh well. One of them is The visions hunt decree. And the fact that you are a Kamisato, Ayaka's and Ayato's cousin and he a detective from the Tenryou Comminsion. Everybody knows that between the Kamisato clan and then Tenryou Comminsion there is no good blood.

The problems here are as clear as day.

A Kamisato can't be seen around with someone from the Tenryou Comminsion, so you and heizou are obliged to meet up in hidden spots, where the eyes of the crowds couldn't see you.

You were happy to be able to meet up with your lover at least once a week, but lately things have become difficult. Someone began to become suspicious of your distant behaviors. That person was your dear friend Thoma.

He noticed how you disappeared and how, out of nowhere, you show up again. So he started to stay more in your company. You didn't mind of course,Thoma was a really nice person to have around, but at first you though he was standing by your side so often just to keep an eye on you, but soon he started acting strange.

You didn't want to tell Heizou yet, it wasn't anything bad, 'he's just being friendly', you thought. Heizou didn't need to know about this, after all, he wasn't the jealous type, right? Or at least, that's what you thought.

It was a normal day in tye middle of autumn, and you needed to go to Inazuma city, the purpose was to take care of some commission, and gathering informations about the vision Hunt Decree. And of course Thoma offered to accompany you. You agreed, besides what could possibly go wrong?

Actually... a lot

You were walking through the main streets of Inazuma city, side to side with Thoma; He was a very friendly person, so you were quite enjoying you time with him. Everything was going well, but Thoma's behavior changed.

He started standing closer to you, searching for your touch, sliding his arm around your shoulder, praising you more, calling you with sweet nicknames here and there and stuff like that.

Sure you were trying your best to keep your distance from him, but your heart skipped a bit when, in the street, you passed by Heizou.

His piercing eyes were focused on you, you made eye contact with him, and you felt your body on fire. This was the hard part of having a secret relationships, lovers in private was certainly amazing, but strangers in public.. that wasn't a problem, until now. Heizou's eyes were burning with jealousy as he followed your figure with his gaze.

Seeing Thoma getting to act like that with you in public, and not being able to go there and telling him to back the fucking off and show everyone that you are his.. Oh Archons, that was driving him crazy.

Soon a great idea came to his mind and a mischievous grin appeared on his face. You shivered, noticing that expression of his, you knew that one. Maybe to well. He had something in mind, and judging by the grin on his face...

You looked up at the sky, praying the Mighty Electro Archon for him to not do anything stupid, but what Heizou had in mind was far beyond stupid, perhaps even worse.

You spent the rest of the day with Thoma, that was obviously flirting with you, untile came the time to go back to the Kamisato Estate.

Once home, you politely thanked Thoma for keeping you company during the day and the immediately went to your room. You opened the door.

"Welcome back, sweetheart ~" You shouted the door behind you, with eyes wide open. "H-heizou..?!" There he was, laying comfortably on your bed with his arms crossed behind his head.

"Mm? What's that expression? Aren't you happy to see your lovely boyfriend~?" He said, sitting up on the edge of you bed, with a smug smirk on his face.

"What are you doing here?! Are you insane?!" You say, crossing your arms on your chest, glaring at him. "Insanely in love with you, sweetie~" He answered, as he stood up stretching his arms. "Your bed is really comfortable, I should come over more often.." He says.

You felt you cheeks going red. "Heizou don't avoid my question. Why are you here." You said. Heizou just laughed at you "Aw you are so red right now. So cute.." He started approaching you. "Answer me." You say, but he just grinned again, stopping a few inches away from you. "Why I don't show you instead?"

He grabbed you by your waist, pulling your body against his. Your faces are now a few inches away. You already closed your eyes hoping for a kiss, but it wasn't coming. Instead you heard Heizou's sweet laugh. "You want me to kiss you don't ya? Adorable... But I don't know. Lately you spend a lot of time with your new friend instead of me. What's his name now? Thoma?" You glared at him. "If you want me to kiss those delicious lips of yours, you'll have to tell me how much you want me to do so."

Your jaw dropped hearing those words. Was he really going to act like that with you? But your desire was much more bigger than your pride. "I want you to kiss me so badly, please..." He smirked at you, satisfied. "Badly you say? Mm let me ndulge you then~" He kissed you, sliding him tounge in your mouth, exploring every inch of it as if he never did so already. You moaned in his mouth, closing your eyes, surrending to the pleasant feeling.

Soon you felt Heizou pulling away just for roughly pinning you against the wall. The impact made a loud noise. "H-heizou! W-what if someone caught us?" He grinned. "If that means to let your new friend, and all the Kamisato Estate know that you are mine, then let it be." You looked at him, smirking. "Mm? Are you jealous Heizou?" Heizou stared deep into your eyes, before kissing you again, interwining his lips with yours, tasting them like the sweetest snack on Teyvat.

Suddenly the door opened. "Y/n..! Are you ok?! I heard a loud noise and I was worried about you-- H-huh?!" Thoma's face became red at the sight of Heizou, pinning you against the wall with his knee between your legs and your hands above your head, kissing you so hungrily and roughly.

You both stopped. Heizou just turned his head to properly look at Thoma. They just looked at each other, you didn't even talk, you were too busy at trying to catch your breath anyway--

Thoma just walked out of your room, closing the door and locking it. Heizou turned his head at you again, kissing the tip of your nose. "Now let's continue what we were doing, shall we~?" He grinned again. "I'll show everyone who you belong to."

That night, your screams in pleasure were filling the walls of the Kamisato Estate, and your room happens to be next to Thoma's.

And from that day, Thoma never dared to get too close to you again

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4. Thoma is jealous of Ayato.

Thoma was an amazing boyfriend. He trusts you a lot, rarely gets jealous over you, treats you like you were a royal.. He truly is great and you love him so much.

The keyword in this paragraph is: rarely

You two planned to meet up in front of the Kamisato Estate, and go together to the Komore Teahouse and have lunch together, but you were stuck in your office, dealing with an amount of paperwork.

You also work for the Kamisato Clan, but it wasn't easy for you to get free time like Thoma. You weren't a maid, or an home cleaner, like your boyfriend. Oh no, you were the personal secretary of the head of the Kamisato Clan, Your lord Kamisato Ayato.

Even if you were constantly busy with meetings and paperwork you didn't mind your work, actually Ayato has always been so kind and thoughtful to you. He makes sure to not give you too much work to handle by yourself, and prepares you tea when he sees that you are overworking yourself just to make you take a break.

But today, you avoided every chance of slowing down with your work, you needed to finish to fill all your documents before lunch time.

You actually managed to end your paperwork, so you quickly headed out of the Kamisato Estate, to meet Thoma and walk together to the Komore Teahouse... but there wasn't anyone.

'Maybe he is late because he isn't already done with his daily tasks' you though.

So you decided to stand there and wait for him.

"[Name]? What are you doing here all alone?" You turned towards the voice, and to your surprise, it wasn't Thoma, but Ayato. "Oh? Greetings, my Lord. I'm just waiting for Thoma, we were supposed to meet up here and head to the Komore Teahouse together.. Buy he seem to be late.." You say, with a tone of sadness in your voice.

Ayato smiled at you, "He was training with Ayaka, I'm sure they will be done soon enough for him to join you in time. Why don't you let me accompany you? I'm sure he will reach us soon. I can't certainly leave you here waiting alone, can't I?"

You simply smiled awkwardly. "No no, I don't want you to waste your time, you sure have a lot of things to do right now.."

"I insist, you are not wasting my time, I'd rather spend my time with you that in my office, please allow me to." Your smile grew wider, thanking him gratefully and soon you started walk together.

Ayato was such a polite and nice guy, you always thought that. The time spent walking with him flew without you nothing, in fact you were already in front of the Komore Teahouse.. You kept talking with Ayato, smiling and laughing softly at his nice jokes.

"Y/n! Here you are! Sorry if I made you wait so much-- M-My lord?!" You turned towards the owner of that sweet-like-honey voice.

"Thoma! you are finally here!" You said, as your eyes started sparkling at the sight of your lover. Thoma was also very happy to see you, but not alone, in the company of Ayato.

"Goodmorning Thoma." Ayato said, with his soft light voice.

"Ayato was just keeping me company-- Oh! My Lord, why don't you join us? eating together will be great! So I can repay you for your kindness!" You say smiling.

Thoma's expression drops a little, this was supposed to be his date with you. He felt some weird heavy feeling inside his chest, he felt the need of telling Ayato to go away and not get in the way of you two. But he is a caring boyfriend after all, he is fine with whatever makes you happy.

Ayato noticed his sadder expression, and the storm in his eyes. "I'm sorry y/n, but as much as i would like to have lunch with you i must decline your gentle offer. I have some important matters to take care off. I'll take my leave, i wish you both a nice day."

Ayato left, and you both entered the Komore Teahouse, sitting at your table next to each other.

"What a shame... I really was hoping that he would accept my offer.." You said, in a warm tone. Thoma just nodded, looking away. You turned to look at your lover, but he avoided you eyes. He never did something like this.

Something was clearly off.

Wait was he...

You cupped Thoma's face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. He looked at you with confusion on his face, you just smiled at him as you started showering him with kisses all over his beautiful face.

"You just figured it out huh? I can't hide anything to you my love.. Yet I don't deserve all these kisses. Jealousy is an ugly emotion. I trust you a lot and I'm not supposed to be jealousy but.."

He stopped. You kisses him on his forehead, telling him with your eyes, that it was okay to talk about that. He took a deep breath and smiled at you.

"Fine... Well... I got jealous when I saw you smiling so genuinely with Ayato. I want to be the only one able to make you smile like that. I'm just scared that one day you will realize that I can't give you what Ayato can.. I don't come from a prestigious family, I'm not rich neither popular. I don't want to lose you! You are just... Perfect! I want to be worthy of your lo--- mmh!"

Now you kisses him on his lips, capturing his breath to shut him up.

"Don't say something like that ever again. I don't care if Ayato is rich and everything. I love you, Thoma. You are all I want and need. With you I'm the happiest person in Teyvat" You said, looking deep in his beautiful eyes. And in that moment Thoma knew that you were the right one for him.

#genshin impact x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin impact #heizou x gender neutral reader #jealosy #genshin scenarios #kamisato ayato #kaedehara x reader #thoma x reader

[awaylaughing]

Venetia Blue, my MC from @barbwritesstuff very wonderful werewolf action-adventure-romance, Blood Moon. It has amazing characters who are dynamic, flawed and deeply lovable with a variety of personalities and beliefs; it has paranormal politics of several flavours; it has magic and amazing side characters that are impossible not to love; and it has a terrific end-game showdown that is very satisfying. I've been kicking my feet and giggling, gasping in outrage, and generally enjoying the variation within the story for a few days now, and Venetia's been the winner of "most canonical run". A slightly babbly profile under the cut

Name: Venetia Jaqueline Blue Pronouns: She/Her Height: 155.5cm/5'1" Age: 27

Appearance: a short, curvy woman with fair, freckled skin and green eyes. Her hair is a natural light blonde, slightly wavy, falling to about her collar bones. She usually wears in a single braid or if she takes the time, vintage waves.

Venetia prefers fairly practical dress, with a lot of purple, brown, and denim. She can be easy to spot on cooler days though, thanks to a strange and distinctly quirky patchwork jacket she likes to wear (she made it herself).

As a wolf, Venetia somewhat curiously most resembles a Husdon Bay Wolf, with a smaller build and light yellow-and-white colouring. The first time she shifted in front of the pack Marco declared her "barely toasted marshmallow" coloured.

Biography

Born on Oct. 31st, 1993 to a small but relatively wealthy clan Venetia's childhood was very pleasant. Owning a private fig farm, the pack managed to keep well funded without interacting much with the outside world, bar farmer's market's and deliver drivers come the advent of internet selling.

Venetia herself grew up relatively alone, a quirk of the pack's generations meaning she was born a decade behind the older children and a decade before the youngest. She spent much of her time with the pack elders, who were happy to encourage a voracious learner. They encouraged her so much in fact Venetia was the first in the pack to attend post-secondary school. She left school after only two years however, as the pack's official educator passed somewhat unexpectedly leaving behind several young students.

Venetia served as the pack educator herself for three years, a job that was a good fit as she's always liked children. It all came crashing down however one day when she returned from an early-morning hunt-slash-run. When she got back, armed with a couple of pheasants, she found only the smell of death and rotting flowers, an unusual heavy frost, and a damning silence.

Venetia spent the next three years as a stray, haunted by a formless loss. She preoccupied herself initially with dead-end investigations, which eventually gave way to her disappearing into a national park. She came back to herself after three months in her wolf form, when she found herself following not a deer or rabbit, but an unwitting camping family. Horrified, that was the moment that lead to her core conviction:

She's a person, not a monster and she will not the wolf of the moon win.

Not that Venetia is a self-hating werewolf, no she quite likes her wolf, so long as it's her and not the moon driving her. It's a balance she didn't really find until Alek and the pack accepted her in however, for the preceding two and a half years in fact Venetia resisted shifting except for moons for the most part.

During those years, she coped with her loneliness the only way she knew how: hobbies. Sewing, car repair, fixing radios, carving, learning French, etc. Venetia jumped from item to item, stubbornly conquering skills and projects before moving on to the newest thing. This does make her a very handy packmate: it's likely that even if Venetia doesn't have an exact skill needed for an odd job, she something related (and she's great at finding resources to help her learn).

In the city, Venetia saw it as a sort of job to really help out as her time as a stray often meant coming into bigger cities to avoid wandering into another pack's territory. Her decision to try for Alpha--and the reason she got it, was similar. Smart and patient, Venetia's only priority was keeping the pack together and thriving, even when she only had a handful of moons with the pack under her belt.

Fun Facts

her native language is Welsh, she didn't learn English until she was around 12 years old

her mother named for a novel she once read, despite hating the novel itself

grew up on the coast so has a taste for fish and shellfish

worked at over 32 different places during her stray-days, but the bulk of these (more than half) were "work for board" style planting/harvesting operations

her longest stray-days job was as a yoga instructor at a Wiccan run spa-retreat, they were very sympathetic to her need to take full moons off

is allergic to bug bites, to her IMMENSE frustration

#venetia blue #blood moon if #other facts I'm hiding here in the tags for length's sake #likes classical music best of everything #wears revlon black cherry lipstick bc it was her mom's fav #sold her car to help fund the move to the city #misses teaching but doesn't have the time or money to back to school #only left the yoga job because she was scared she was too close to the moon #to continue safely living among people #adores roe with an intensity she has never felt for any other partner ever #would have trusted the pack to any of the other alpha challengers but genuinely knew she could be exactly what the pack needed #and she adores children very very much #it's been a while since i really developed a new oc i'm having so much fun lol #anyway people should play so they can chat about it with me #and bc it's very good

[disabilityshowdown]

[IDs: Essek is a male dark elf with deep purple skin and short white hair. He is dressed in an elegant black and silver cloak and mantle, with silver jeweller in geometric shapes. Caleb is a human man with pale skin and long red hair. He is wearing a wool lined brown coat and long blue scarf, and each hand is casting a different kind of magic - one fire, one wreathed in purple tendrils. Dagen is a dark skinned dwarf with a long black beard. He is dressed in winter clothes and seated in a battle wheelchair, fitted with spikes and a lantern. There is a battle axe across his back]

Disabilities: Essek never walks anywhere and instead uses magic to move around, leading to a widespread fandom headcanon of the magic being a mobility aid for any number of conditions affecting his legs. Caleb has PTSD explored extensively in game, including a mechanic built into his character for what would trigger flashbacks or dissociation. He was also the subject of experimentation as a teen and there's a fan headcanon of chronic pain for that too. Dagen is a canon wheelchair user.

Dagen art by Gaelfox. Essek art by planarbindings

#look i have been in the cr fandom for a long time i am well aware this is a difficult choice #but i did promise to keep fandoms together so at least one person from each fandom would move forward #and i am actually genuinely curious to the results of this one #first because there's been a lot of cr showdowns where things very easily could have come down to caleb vs essek #but they didn't #and second because in any other poll the wizards would vastly outweigh dagen. but here he has a chance. so lets find out #disability showdown #preliminaries #critical role #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #dagen underthorn

[keepsmagnetoaway]

Amazing Adventures 16 (January 1973)

Steve Englehart/Bob Brown & Marie Severin

This is (sort of: see below) the last of the six-issue run that Beast got in Amazing Adventures, an anthology title that featured short arcs for different characters. Does it, therefore, tidy up this generally very strong series and leave us with a new status quo for Hank McCoy? Absolutely not.

As you can tell from that fantastic title page, one part of this story is a Beast/Juggernaut showdown, which is kind of whatever, I don't really like Juggernaut and it's just a lot of smashing through walls and so forth, although the art is nice.

It's the context for this fight, though, that makes this issue completely bananas. First off, great news: the mysterious woman who'd been following Beast, and finally tracked him down on the last page of the previous issue, was indeed our beloved Vera. Hell yes!

For reasons that will not at all be explained in this issue (but will eventually be explained in a different issue of a different book) Vera and Hank (who is concealing his recent transformation from Vera) are driving north to Canada to deal with some kind of crisis, and in doing so are passing through the little - and very real - town of Rutland, Vermont, on Halloween night. This is where things get weird.

Hey, isn't that...Batman? And Superman? In a Marvel comic?

And who's this woman dressed as Supergirl talking to Hank, and why are she and the guy behind her visibly drawn very differently from the regular characters?

And why the hell is this party full of people dressed as superheroes, talking about comics? Folks...it's a meta issue!

Not only that, but this is actually the first in a secret, unofficial inter-company crossover series. There's a lot more detail on it at this exhaustive blog post but, long story short, the Rutland Halloween parade was a real event run by a huge comics fan, Tom Fagan - that's him welcoming Hank to the party. Fagan was such a big fan, and the parade so successful, that real comics writers began visiting it and becoming friends of Fagan's, and eventually the town, the parade and Fagan himself started showing up in comics.

All the secondary characters in this issue are real comics writers: the guy with long blonde hair and glasses is Steve Englehart, the writer of this very issue. The others include Len Wein, who at the time was a DC writer and who cooked up this whole thing with Englehart and some others, including his wife Glynis Wein, who also worked in comics (she's the woman dressed as Supergirl): Wein then set his next issue of the DC title Justice League of America at the very same parade, dealing with all the havoc Juggernaut had caused without showing Juggernaut, and then the ball was bounced back to Marvel for an issue of Thor that tied the story up. All of this was conceived by the writers with no overhead direction, and presumably made a lot of copyright lawyers very sweaty when they found out about it.

Anyway, this all makes for a totally bizarre reading experience and not a very good issue - before you go looking it up, it's clear that there are loads of jokes here that you're not getting, and the entire issue is basically an in-joke, but it's sort of a cute piece of history. Meanwhile, poor forgotten Hank and Vera have to continue their own story, but they were done with their run on Amazing Adventures (the next issue is a filler which does feature Beast, but only in the form of reprints from his original X-Men adventures). What we're reading next, therefore, is a couple of other issues that intersect with these stories: an issue of Marvel Team-Up and one of the Incredible Hulk where all this supposedly comes together.

#x men comics #an xmen a day #xmen #beast #hank mccoy #amazing adventures

[ecargmura]

Metallic Rouge Episode 11 Review - Confrontation In Venus

This episode flew by so fast. I don’t know if that’s a good thing, but I know that it can certainly be a bad thing as I found some inconsistency with the writing as well as making some theories about a certain character.

First off, Sylvia says that the Immortal Nine are fighting for freedom, in order for Neans to live with humans…yet she’s also mass producing Neans in a plant and hopes that they’d fight for them. This makes absolutely no sense with her goals. It only makes her a hypocrite. What kind of liberation is this? And it turns out that Sylvia was the one who killed Roy, despite Giallon saying that it was him back in episode 6. Why did they suddenly shift the killer’s identity around? Who’s next? Aes is the actual killer?

Second, Cyan says that she’d fight against the voice calling out to her. Welp. She fails. She gets controlled and lured to the Puppetmaster. Is she going to fight Rouge in their one last showdown? Will she break out of this control in the next episode?

Third, there’s the reveal that Jean is Eden and Eva’s son. If you look at Eden and then look at Eva, you’re wondering HOW THE F*** his ‘genes’ work (no pun intended). Both Eden and Eva have dark hair while Jean’s hair is white. Eva and Eden have red and brown eyes while Jean has blue eyes. What sort of crazy genes are these? Also, Neans can reproduce? And the fact that Eva created the Immortal Nine means that they’re her children…and that means Jean is a product of inbreeding. Great. I didn’t need to know that. Speaking of which, there was a scene where Sylvia and Grauphon kissed…I get that Neans’ don’t follow the same rule as humans, but given that they all see each other as family…well…

My theory for the Puppetmaster’s identity is that he’s Roy Yunghart despite him telling Jean that he worked with him. We didn’t see his dead body and in the anime world, if your dead body isn’t shown, you are not officially dead. I mean, who else can cause a reaction in Ash? I’m gonna flip if it’s that random pompous dude from the bus back in Episode 2. Please don’t let it be anyone random. The story has come too far for it to be some random dude.

Anyways, I don’t remember if there were 12 or 13 episodes for this show, but I do wonder what will transpire in the final showdown. I know that Rouge won’t be fooled by Giallon’s tricks. Who will be the ultimate final boss?

#metallic rouge #rouge redstar #Naomi orthmann #ash stahl #eden vallock #cyan bluestar #jean yunghart #sylvia #grauphon #Eva Kristella #review #anime #anime review #ecargmura #arum journal

[duns-writes]

*banging pots and pans together*

Hey Jancy nation! Jonathan Byers appreciation club! Come get y'alls fic!

Tagging @beef-a-ronie, @jonathanssweatercollection @jancys-blue-bayou in case you're interested. If anyone wants to be tagged or untagged, let me know!

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Music and laughter, and we're young and alive

CW/TW: Very Temporary Character Death, blood, injury, pain, hospitals, mentions of child abuse in later chapters

In which Jonathan gets hurt, and the people who love him realise just how much he's taken on.

Chapter 1: Take Me Out Tonight

Jonathan dies on a Tuesday.

They're in the back of a van. Speeding towards the only clinical space that's still functioning, the FEMA field hospital just outside of town. (Argyle is doing a surprisingly good job of driving both double the speed limit and safely.)

She'd watched and waited in the final showdown, building the strategy so that all they had to do (ha!) was get to Vecna and strike him down. The demodogs and bats had been neutralised, radio communication turned off, and Jonathan (against everybody's wishes) had volunteered as the distraction. ("Will and El are going to need you two, and Mike and Holly need their big sister.")

Time had stretched and warped like taffy, but they could still recognise it was taking too long. Something wasn't right, but what? She and Joyce had stood close to one another, the chief peering out into the ash and smoke, until-

Will had stumbled through the gate bloodied under his nose, tripping on the rubble. "Vecna's gone, but Jonathan's hurt! I can't pick him up on my own, I tried, but El's too drained to help!"

All three had thrown caution to the wind (nothing new there). They'd gone carefully through the gate itself, but dashed after him toward the ruins of the Creel house. Jane was knelt over a prone body, and-

Her knees wobbled.

Jonathan. His shirt-front slick with blood, stretched out like a pieta. Gazing up at El, breathing something as she gripped him, her tears making trails in the grime on his cheek.

Of course. Of course he would try to comfort her.

"*Gasp*-you're gonna be al-*gasp*-right. 'S all gone. You an' Will are-*rasp*-be okay. Find-hnngh-find out what makes you hap-happy. M'kay?"

His breath gurgled in his throat.

El had managed to pull together a watery smile, then glanced up, seeing their rescue party. "Look! They will help us get you out. You will be okay too. You-you just have to stay awake a little longer!"

He'd visibly shaken himself awake, corners of his mouth turning up as his brother had laid his hand on his shoulder. Reassuring someone else again.

Moving him had broken the spell.

"We have to stop the bleeding from these cuts, we need bandages." (Joyce had pressed the shredded remains of her shirt into the chief's hands, a few knotted together into a skein. She'd had to do something with her hands while they waited.)

"This is gonna hurt, kid. And you don't hold it in. Making noise is a way of dealin' with pain.'

They'd met gazes briefly, before Will was lifting Jon's shoulders and Hopper was winding the bandage around his torso. A tiny nod, then the chief pulled it taut, and a wail of agony ripped itself from the boy's chest. Jonathan was insensible for a few seconds, fighting against their hands like a rabbit in a snare, only stilling when Will's fingers began to soothe through his hair. He whimpered, tears rolling into his hairline.

"Shh, it's okay Jon. You're gonna be okay, just let us help you..."

He'd made a guttural noise when they arranged him across their laps, El curled up and watching from one of the jumpseats. Hopper knelt beside him, keeping pressure on as many wounds as his hands could stretch to. Argyle was grim in the driver's seat, following Joyce's directions.

They were almost at the gates when Jonathan's hand had gone limp on top of Will's. The tips of his fingers, dipped, gracefully, to the floor.

A tiny gust of breath had escaped his lips, and those warm brown eyes fixed themselves on a spot far into the distance, and then-

There's a low moan of "God no, not again, please-" and the teary young-man's-voice of Will urging him to "Breathe, Jonathan. Come on-".

Jane is stone-silent and still.

Nancy shuts it out. She shuts it out, because she has to. Has to move, has to fight, has to win, has to survive. To compartmentalise means to live. Maybe it even means he gets to live.

(Her own talent for detachment scares her sometimes. Jonathan is the only one who can break her out of her Frozen-Charlotte state because Barb is-)

Don't think about it don't think about it don'tthinkaboutit-

She seals her mouth over Jonathan's between Hopper's rhythmic pounding on his chest. Watches while the open-and-shut of his ribcage flares and sinks. All the while, she consciously blurs the sound around her. His soft, slightly chapped lips are all she can feel.

The world comes back in a rush, like breaking a swimming pool surface. Her heart gets hauled out of her hands, whisked away on a gurney.

The running mass of people turns the corner, and he's gone.

#jonathan byers whump #hurt jonathan byers #blood and injury #stranger things #jancy #jonathan byers #jonathan byers is a young carer and we recognise that here #jancy fic #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x jonathan byers #jonathan byers x nancy wheeler #with a bit of jopper too #jonwill brotherly feels #duns writes

[moviereviewswithkaylie]

Back to the Future III (1990)

★★★★★

"Great Scott!" Just when you thought the time-traveling antics of Marty McFly and Doc Brown couldn't get any crazier, they saddle up for the wild ride of "Back to the Future Part III." This time, we're trading in the DeLorean for a trusty old steam locomotive and heading straight for the Old West.

As the trilogy's grand finale, "Back to the Future Part III" provides the perfect resolution to the time-twisting saga. After the cliffhanger of the previous film, we find Doc Brown stranded in 1885, and Marty, ever the loyal friend, is determined to rescue him. This time, the adventure takes us to a time and place as far removed from 1985 as possible, the dusty and danger-filled Old West.

The movie brilliantly balances the futuristic gadgets and high-energy action of the first two films with the charm and simplicity of the 19th century. The contrast is both striking and delightful, and it's impossible not to smile when Marty, donning a cowboy hat, exclaims, "I'm in the Old West! I'm in the freakin' Wild West!"

Michael J. Fox and Christopher Lloyd continue to shine in their roles. Their chemistry is as infectious as ever, and the genuine friendship between Marty and Doc takes center stage in this installment. Their determination to overcome the odds and find a way back to the future is heartwarming and inspiring.

The introduction of new characters, including Doc's love interest Clara Clayton, played by Mary Steenburgen, adds depth to the story. Clara's and Doc's budding romance is genuinely touching and provides an emotional anchor amidst all the time-traveling chaos.

One of the standout aspects of "Back to the Future Part III" is its dedication to authenticity. The filmmakers meticulously recreated the Old West, from the rustic town of Hill Valley to the steam-powered time machine. It's a testament to the attention to detail that makes this movie feel like a genuine Western.

Of course, it wouldn't be a "Back to the Future" film without some hair-raising action sequences, and the showdown between Marty and Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen is a classic showdown of hero vs. villain. The suspense is palpable, and the climax is a nail-biter that keeps you on the edge of your seat.

Ultimately, "Back to the Future Part III" offers a satisfying and emotionally resonant conclusion to the trilogy. It reminds us that friendship, determination, and the willingness to face the unknown are timeless virtues. As Doc Brown says, "Your future is whatever you make it, so make it a good one." And this movie, with its blend of Western adventure and sci-fi charm, certainly makes for a good part of that future. Saddle up and enjoy the ride!

#back to the future III #marty mcfly #doc brown #back to the future #sci fi #movie review #film review

[mushi-shield]

#brown hair characters #brown hair characters showdown #anime poll #poll #anime character #chun li #street fighter #joseph joestar #jojo's bizzare adventure

[watchtowerindistress]

we are not our demons (21/24) - bruce wayne x batmom

Gif source: luke-skywalker

Author’s note: Initially, Helena's character wasn't supposed to show up in the last chapter, but I thought it'd be nice to have a reunion of both Sirens and Birds of Prey show up in the name of Babs. Ellie isn't supposed to take Catwoman's place, I just didn't know how to include Selina's character in this series.

This chapter will show a resolution to what happened in the last chapter. I present to you ... the final showdown of Joker and Barbara Gordon.

I hope I did Ivy justice somehow. As I was re-writing the last few chapters, I realized how I can't write Ivy properly when she's in the company of Harley.

A year ago, when I had that story lined out, I wanted the finale to end in all the girls beating him up, including Ellie using the crowbar on him. But now, I feel differently and didn't like that idea any longer. [See you at the end.]

Beta-read by Heidi.

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Warning: mentioned violence, trauma, language, self-hate, kinda fluffy? (I know, I hate myself too), sexual tension (I'm giving myself whiplash)

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I’m gonna take it for what it’s worth

Put in the hours ‘til I have earned it

Show everybody what I deserve, oh yeah

Gonna build an empire, empire

- Empire by Nina Nesbitt -

~ Ellie POV ~

The soreness in her upper cheek was starting to throb delicately. Ellie held one hand on the steering wheel, and the uninjured side of her face was braced against her palm. The woman twisted her mouth to ease the tension from her face.

Ellie’s gaze wandered into the rear-view mirror and discovered with great assurance that Helena and Dinah were driving behind them at a safe distance. Overseeing the trunk of her car in which Joker was currently lying unconsciously.

It was time to fulfill their mission and take their person of interest to the place that harbored a lot more people like him. But still, Ellie doubted there was anyone like the Joker. She wondered how all the psychologists had different perceptions of the Joker’s mental state. Or maybe even Harley’s.

Every single expert detected different assessments which were all in contradiction to each other. Either the Joker was called a patient with psychotic behavior or a being with psychopathic tendencies.

Driven by her own musings, Ellie’s brown eyes drifted over to the strange couple sitting on her backseat. Harley’s head lingered against Ivy’s shoulder and tried to seek some rest, blinking slowly. Harley revealed quite a rare picture of intimate tranquility while her fingers caressed Ivy’s hand on her clothed knee.

Trying to appear focused on the traffic as Ellie drove over the bridge, blaring sirens passed them. A convoy of police cars headed towards the direction they had been coming from.

“I guess the GCPD followed Oracle’s anonymous tip,” Ellie noted calmly. For the first time in months, it felt like she could finally breathe again. Barbara had sent some intel to her uncle, in the hopes that he would mobilize his forces to get the unconscious band of clowns from the Funhouse.

Ivy hummed quietly in agreement while Harley looked outside the window. “Blackgate and Arkham are going to need a bunch of more cells,” Harley sang softly.

Ellie glanced into the mirror towards those blue eyes already gazing back at her. “You know what I’m racking my brain about? How come the Joker had more bruises on his face after I came back from the routine check?”

“What can I say, doll?” The blue and pink tips of her hair danced on her shoulders when she carelessly shrugged. “He ran into my hammer a few times. It felt absolutely wonderful to break Joker’s bones for a change.” She sighed blissfully and smiled fondly, like she would cherish those moments forever.

Ivy leaned forward in her seat. “In the girls’ defense, I believe that it was a cathartic experience for everyone involved à la ‘Murder on the Orient Express’, you know?”

Pausing in thought, her eyes flitted around in her sockets when Ellie replied ironically, “They killed him in that flick.”

The corners of Ivy’s mouth danced with mirth. “It was a group-building effort. You could’ve joined us.”

As if that realization had been lingering at the back of her head for a few weeks now, it suddenly came clear to her as light as day. “Today’s mission was not about me. It wouldn’t have changed anything if I was the one who broke his kneecaps. I’d still feel the same.”

Ellie was watching patiently with her arms crossed behind the wide computer screen. The warmth of her girls surrounded her as they waited for Joker to regain consciousness.

The staff had cleaned up the blood from his face and placed him in the straitjacket before locking him in his containment cell. Joker was blinking slowly on the ground before his mind became his own again. With some difficulty he straightened his upper body while still remaining on the floor.

Ellie faced Barbara on her left side as she activated her microphone input for the security member. “Hold it against the glass,” she decreed soberly.

“Wakey, wakey. Eggs and bakey,” Harley spoke and gleefully studied him reading the subtitles Barbara had activated for this particular task. The women stepped into the frame of the camera as soon as they had Joker’s attention.

“Welcome back, Joker. This place should appear familiar to you by now. But this time your containment shall be different,” Barbara explained almost with a dull voice.

Despite the courageous front she put on for this megalomaniac, Ellie still felt her heart accelerate when she faced him head-on. She would be stupid not to fear him. “We want you to know who did this to you. I made this fortress just for you. Stuck in a cell with sensory deprivation. A soundproof cage just for you. No contact to the outside world. People could go crazy in there,” she mused with philosophical air.

Wild fascination lit up in those green eyes as he tilted his head, staring into her orbs with strange intensity. That fixated gaze only invoked a more harrowing feeling inside Ellie. It was strange to interpret the look he was sending her. Not knowing truly unsettled her in the presence of this unpredictable criminal.

Joker’s unkempt hair heightened his crazed mental state. “Look who we have here,” he whispered with deep captivation. “I haven’t seen your fresh face before. Tell me your name and what I ever did to wrong you.”

Ellie’s eyes narrowed and briefly considered listing all the reasons Joker ever did to wrong her—starting from Jason’s death to Barbara’s abuse. Feeling torn to show an arrogant side just because she wanted to get one over him, but the rationality swelled underneath the surface. Ellie didn’t want to reveal some tidbit of information about her in the heat of the moment.

“I’m the one who put you in this place. With merely a little help from my friends. I’m the one who has connections in high places at Arkham. I’m the one who decides what happens to you from now on.”

Ellie sensed Harley turning her hand and send a pleased smile towards the side of her face.

Uncontrolled, unhinged giggles left his red painted lips. “Such a foolish girl to think she could hide from me. You believe you are safe? You know what you are indeed? A dead woman dancing with the devil.”

Helena’s comforting low voice soothed her worries gradually. “You are in no position to make threats, clown.” Ellie’s heart swelled with warmth at the idea of her concern. Who didn’t want to be protected by the Huntress?

Joker’s gaze wandered over to everyone who was involved in his imprisonment. At last, his eyes paused on Harley as he articulated every single word. “You betrayed me, Harley. I expected better from you.”

Her eyes darkened at his familiar stinging words. The kind that would leave her bleeding on the floor while he kicked her with gleeful laughter. “And I expect absolutely nothing from you. You’re just some guy in clown make-up who wants to keep people under your control until they choke on you. You mean nothing.” She shook her head until her untamed colorful hair settled like a mane over her shoulder. “I’m not your sidekick anymore.”

“You think someone could ever love something broken like you?” Joker’s eyes danced with mirth, as if he found the idea truly laughable.

“Speak for yourself,” Ivy spoke darkly.

“I am. I am going to love myself.” she paused meaningfully and raised her head with pride. “I don’t need you; I see that now. I have Ivy.”

Joker’s attention switched back to Poison Ivy at the mention. “You made a grave mistake turning against me, Ivy.”

The green-skinned woman rolled her eyes. “As if I was ever on your side to begin with. I’ve always been on my own.”

Thinking that she was seeing things before, Ellie validated her suspicions when she glanced behind her. And yep, Ivy had been stroking her green-tinted fingers over Harley’s hair on her back ever since Joker chose to attack her self-worth. Out of gratitude, Harley weaved her fingers through her girlfriend’s.

“All of this just because I wanted to tease the little bat?”

Dinah scoffed at the reminder of Joker’s so-called games. “We’re not your chess pieces, Joker.”

Barbara breathed in deeply through her nose and lifted her head again. “Ever since what you did to me that night, I imagined how this would feel like. I believed this would mean something, but it doesn’t. In the end, I don’t feel better … but knowing you’ll be stuck there … does. No way out, no more allies for you. You don’t matter. You will cease to exist, forgotten. How does that make you feel, Joker?”

Joker’s face contorted into something truly evil. “I have a whole society of people just like me who will follow in my footsteps. You can’t stop this madness.”

Barbara leaned forward in her wheelchair, getting ready to deliver the finishing blow. “We’ll be ready for that. We defeated you. Me and my girls. We did this. And we’re telling you, we’re done with you.”

Deciding that this conversation was draining enough, Barbara clicked off the screen, and they all watched the display turning black.

The screen barely got dark before Barbara’s strong front transformed back to a fragile leaf. With a shuddering sigh, the red-headed woman rested her shoulders against her backrest, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

Dinah’s hand delicately caressed Barbara’s shoulder in consoling appreciation. “You did good there, Babs.”

Without uttering a verbal reply, she tersely nodded her head.

Ellie’s eyes lingered on her friend’s vulnerable expression and tried to do something nice for her. “Why don’t we give Babs a moment while I escort you back outside?”

Harley’s shrugging shoulders depicted the visual of a woman who couldn’t care less while Ivy temptingly waved her fingers in goodbye. “Until our next adventure, Babs.”

Their footsteps made thudding sounds while Ellie couldn’t help her musing thoughts to wander back to the Watchtower Barbara called her lair. It had a sleek modern look, with those white walls and green LED lights, to it as the redheaded tech wizard had converted the former clock tower into her own trusted base. They just passed the giant clock on the right when Dinah turned her head in dubious speculation towards her.

“You know, you’ve got to tell me who trained you. That was some solid vigilante work.”

A modest shrug moved Ellie’s shoulders. “You know, the usual. Self-defense. Krav Maga. Just started on some Escrima.”

Helena’s confused frown revealed that she seemed to share Dinah’s sentiment. “Fascinating.”

“Today was fun. We should do that again sometime,” Harley spoke with a high and delighted timbre. Almost like they had just completed a shopping trip together. The ends of her hair whipped in the air along with her leaping strides. Her light-colored hand held Ivy’s green one in perfect harmony and joyfully lifted theirs with every movement.

Barbara seemed to trust the Sirens to a certain degree if she allowed them entrance to her base of operations. Helena and Dinah really should consider choosing a group name like Harley and Ivy if they intended to work as vigilantes in Gotham.

Ellie eyed the side of Harley’s mascara-smudged face with suspicious intent. “Uh, I don’t think so.”

No one wanted to work in a group project with the one person that proved to be an utter wildcard.

Harley swung her mallet over her shoulder in an abrupt motion, forcing Helena to stop out of the way and not get hit in the process. “Why not? We kept you safe, didn’t we?”

Helena sighed with a long exhale and stepped next to her. Her hands were hidden in her front pockets while her crossbow was safely stashed on her back. “Says the one who didn’t stick to the plan.”

Dinah nodded with a tired expression and rubbed the skin underneath her choker. “What she said. I think this teaming up with the bad guys thing was more of a one-time situation.”

Harley rolled her eyes. “Plans are overrated anyway.”

Ivy’s mysterious gaze rested on Ellie’s. “Pity. Well, you know where to find us, sweet human.”

The girls had just entered the elevator when Dinah glanced at Ellie as soon as she entered the space and tilted her head in wonder. “You coming with us?”

Ellie shook her head in denial. She tapped her toes and kept her palms inside the pockets of her ripped jeans. “I’m staying with Babs for a bit.”

Helena consented to the choice she made and nodded once. “Guess we’ll see you around then.”

As a way of goodbye, Ellie did a sloppy salute at the height of her eyebrow moments before the doors of the elevator slid shut with finality.

No way out of this now.

Ellie was blinking slowly when she slowly turned her body and walked back towards the heart of the lair. From a distance the shining red hair was visible and only intensified Ellie’s frazzled nerves. She was still wringing her hands with trepidation as Barbara’s purple-blue eyes found her own.

Ellie stood a few feet away from her when she spoke up, “I’m sorry if I messed things up for you today. If you had a plan set in motion which I just fucked all up because I had something to prove.”

Barbara shifted her chair around until she was facing Ellie and calmly rested her hand in her lap. “It’s done now. It’s over,” Barbara breathed out unevenly. She tilted her head, like another thought crossed her mind. “I don’t get how you had anything to prove.”

Ellie opened her palms at her waist. “Don’t you see? It was all for you. It wasn’t about ego or anything like that, but because I wanted to help you. Everything just felt so unfair, and I couldn’t take it any longer.”

Barbara’s eyes widened in a mystified way. Shocked at Ellie’s resilience and how far she would go for her.

“Is that really so hard to believe that I would go to these lengths for you?”

“Maybe.”

The brown-haired woman exhaled a heavy sigh and made herself a make-shift seat on the corner of her desk since Barbara didn’t anticipate any guests so far. Or maybe there was another reason for that. Ellie was sitting more at eye level now when she whispered, “How are you feeling?”

“Please stop asking me that question. What am I supposed to feel exactly?” Barbara’s tired voice and haggard facial expression tore at her heartstrings.

Ellie shrugged her shoulders, sighing. “Anything. Relieved? Sad? Whatever you want to feel.”

Barbara licked her dry lips as her teary eyes focused on nothing at the ceiling. “What the Joker did to me as I was lying there, helpless … no one can imagine, Ellie. He didn’t rape me if that’s what you’re wondering. Joker just watched … seeing me helpless like that…” The corners of her lips twisted into a bitter grimace. “I always get back to that one night that changed me fundamentally. I just wanted so much to cause him the same amount of pain he inflicted on me. What does it matter now? All I feel is empty now.”

Ellie revealed a strained smile, feeling a certain déjà vu that broke her heart. That Barbara had to learn the same lesson she had to learn. That nothing would fill this numbing void.

Barbara’s confession rendered her speechless as she rubbed her thumbs together. Her stomach simmered with something uncomfortable. “Did I … mess up your plan?”

“Yes, but not in a bad way. You merely changed it. But … it gave me perspective.”

Ellie blinked slowly. “How come?”

“I thought his incarceration or even his death would mean something. I guess I was wrong. It doesn’t make a difference. I mean, I don’t see this as a win. I still feel the same. All this rage as I was lying there on the living room floor, this desperation when those eyes branded into my brain. The only thing that’s left for me is this calm apathy to deal with the pain.”

“You forget one thing. People will be safer,” Ellie adamantly campaigned and leaned forward. “Gotham has one less clown to terrorize it. Joker’s locked up for good. You can heal now, Babs.”

Desperation was visible on her frowning face when she mumbled, “How long did it take for you until you stopped having nightmares of Strange?”

A heavy pause lingered in the air before Ellie finally admitted vaguely, “Trauma can reveal itself in many shapes and forms.” A strained smile formed on her lips. As much as it pained her to say it, Ellie still pushed through. “How about that? I’ll tell you when those nightmares do stop.”

“What about you?” Once Ellie’s perplexed eyes met hers, Barbara scratched the back of her head and elaborated, “You should know by now that I have my eyes everywhere. I saw your … episode in that Funhouse. You never told me—”

"—That, what? We’re all just messed up people. I never said I was fixed. I’m just…” Ellie breathed in deeply, trying to find the right words that would reveal her mental state. “Living day to day.”

Barbara nodded slowly in understanding. Like there was a part of her that could relate.

“I’m turning into a recluse.” Embarrassed chuckles left Barbara’s lips. “I’m afraid of going outside. Meeting people and being sociable. Who’d have thought, huh? Pathetic, little Babs—scared of trusting people.”

Ellie felt it was essential to not pity her and tried to lift her spirits when she whispered almost like a confession, “After the incident, I closed the curtains at my apartment at all times.”

It did the trick.

Hearty chuckles shook her upper body when Barbara covered her mouth. “Really?”

“No kidding. It was the lights—it was too much for me.” Breathing out felt like letting go of one of her anxieties. “Just call me if you want me to take a walk with you in the park or something, okay? It will get better, and I’m here for you, no matter what. That never changed. At least one of us should be able to accept the help of others.”

That last statement let self-conscious chortles come forth from her chest.

Barbara nodded in acceptance when she answered, “I’ll keep that in mind. One day, maybe.”

“That’s enough for me,” Ellie replied with a smile and supported her palms on her knees before standing up from her position.

Like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, Ellie felt immeasurably lighter when she readied herself for their goodbye.

One of the reasons why her thoughts were elsewhere when Barbara’s concerned voice spoke up, “You know, everyone’s allowed to have their secrets, I get that, but I doubt that Bruce would condemn yours.”

The woman turned her body in curiosity and for a second her heart accelerated at what kind of secret Barbara was alluding to. The young hacker was more than well-versed in finding out everyone’s deepest and darkest secrets, but another glance into her eyes, and Ellie was certain that she meant no ill intent.

Ellie nervously pursed her lips, feeling her pulse throb at the side of her neck. “Secrets?”

Her probing gaze lingered on Ellie’s face. “Your connections in Arkham?”

Her insides turned to ice at the implications that Barbara knew. She licked her lips as her fingers twitched at her waist.

“This darkness growing inside you doesn’t define you. It can’t. You’re far too good for this world. Even when you operated as a vigilante you never lost your humanity.”

“I’m not so sure. You haven’t seen Bruce, how he saw me deteriorate when it was you. I’m afraid he’s going to be … disappointed in me when he found out the truth. What I’ve become. That I’m not good. That he was wrong about me.”

Ellie turned her head away and rubbed her arms to find some comfort. She had refused to let those positive thoughts enter her mind when only the twisted mind remained. Hearing Barbara’s words were entirely something else.

“Those demons didn’t defeat you. Mine won’t either. All I know is that it’s going to take time to recover.”

Well, shucks. Barbara just managed to render her to tears in return.

Ellie placed her hands on her waist and exhaled loudly. A few strands had loosened from her bun and fell in tendrils along her face. Ellie’s furtive glance met something peculiar on the corner of her desk. Polaroid pictures peeking out from a benign envelope. Ellie’s breathing became quicker when the gory images of a half-naked Barbara became apparent. Her belly heated with a swelling emotion at the perverse reminder.

In some of those pictures Ellie could see, Barbara wore a canary-colored blouse which was unbuttoned to reveal a pink bra underneath. Her tear-stricken face gazing back into the camera of the person who shot those pictures.

“Promise me you’ll hang in there,” Ellie spoke lowly with pleading eyes.

“It was a morbid warning. Blackmail, whatever you want to call it,” Barbara replied with a raspy voice after gulping and put the blackmail/evidence back into their wrapper.

“We all have our secrets, don’t we?”

“I didn’t want my uncle to find them. As much as Joker wants to hurt my whole family, I won’t let him. Uncle Jim keeps a strong front for me, but he’s suffering enough. No one should have to relive that devastation.”

A long and blissful sigh erupted from her mouth as soon as the steaming hot water enveloped Ellie’s body. It truly had been a long day and at least this way the soothing bubble bath would relax her sore muscles. Leaning her head back, she felt all the tension leave her body.

Ellie exhaled deeply and brushed her hands over the wet hair of her scalp. A grumbling sound emanated from her lips when Ellie lifted herself up from the bathtub, letting droplets of water cascade down her legs. After wrapping a long towel around her upper body and keeping it snug above her chest, she furiously rubbed her wet locks with her head bent over.

Using the dry side of her towel to swipe the fog-stained mirror, a reflection of Ellie was facing her. She touched the drooping bags under her eyes and felt the events of today slowly getting to her. There were violent scratches on her forehead and—sure enough—another bruise at a spot around her cheek. Every spoken word tugged at the slight wound. Another sigh left her lips as soon as her naked feet tread on their way so she could get properly dressed.

Ellie had just turned off the lights in the bathroom and pushed the door handle in the dark when she waddled back into her bedroom.

Bruce sitting right on the edge of her bed yanked her hands to her chest in fright. “Oh my God! Don’t do that!” Her exclamation turned into mumbled words when she said, “You’re just like Alfred, damn it.” Not wanting to lose her modest covering, Ellie pulled her towel higher. “Don’t you knock? What brings you here?”

Bruce’s knees were casually spread while his steepled fingertips brushed his kneecaps. He was a vision clothed in utter darkness. All in casual garments—black sweatpants and thick sweater.

A pregnant pause lingered in the air while Bruce raised his eyebrows in challenge and waved his hands to the door on his left.

“Should I step outside for a bit and knock again? You didn’t hear me before, so I waited for you.”

That image he just planted in Ellie’s head made her suddenly wish she had some clothes on while she was facing him. “Uh, while I was taking a bath?” She chuckled nervously under her breath, feeling naked under his eyes. “That doesn’t sound weird at all.”

Needing to feel something against her fingertips, she stroked the clothes draped over her bedding next to him.

“What brings you here?” Ellie inquired softly and didn’t glance at Bruce as she did so. Believing that she would reveal herself as soon as she was looking into his eyes. One of the reasons why she chose to let her damp hair cover the side of her face.

Bruce grunted lowly, facing his lap. “Am I supposed to reprimand or congratulate you?”

Ellie’s heart was pulsating in her head when she started to breathe heavily. Her fingers twitched at her side. “What are you talking about?”

With a quiet sigh, Bruce stood up but kept his distance while pointing to the bruises on her cheek and forehead. “Eventful day?”

And just like that the jig was up. Ellie visibly deflated before his eyes. She licked her lips and winced from the movement. “Before you say anything, it was about Babs and what she wanted, and I wanted to grant her justice. And now she’ll be safe again.”

At long last, the tall man removed the distance between them until his warm breath lingered on her neck. Ellie had to crane her head back to gaze into his eyes while Bruce’s hand brushed the corner of her bruises, careful not to cause her more pain. A pounding sensation emerged from Ellie’s cheekbone at the prodding touch.

At Ellie’s wince, Bruce held his fingertips inches from her face. His stormy gaze lingered on her eyes. “Are you okay?”

She was staring so long into those hazel-brown eyes until time ceased to exist. Those warm pools were the place she called her home as she got lost in them. Deep affection was shining through them as Bruce framed the sides of her head.

Nodding carefully beneath his fingers, Ellie felt truly hypnotized by his gaze.

“I always felt safe with the girls. Harley and Ivy might not have been the best choice in partners, but Dinah and Helena always kept me covered.”

Bruce stilled in front of her and appeared to be simmering under the surface. “Wait, did you just say ‘Helena’? As in Huntress?”

Ellie tilted her head in confusion at his comprehension of vigilante identities before she paused in thought. “Yes?”

“Do you know how dangerous that woman is?”

“Babs sent Dinah and Helena,” Ellie explained, trying to understand Bruce’s insistence not to trust Huntress.

Bruce clenched his jaw tightly at Barbara’s choices to include them and elaborated, “That doesn’t mean I have to like it, Ellie.” He breathed heavily through his nose, fanning his air over her drying skin. His warm hand brushed over her naked shoulder. “I need to know that this was a one-time thing, okay?” Desperation was glistening in his warm and intense eyes. Bruce stroked a few hairs away from her forehead.

Ellie swallowed deeply, trying to ease the sudden thickness in her throat. This must really mean a lot to him.

“I just want to protect you. I can’t see you get hurt again,” Bruce whispered under his breath, like he was scared of speaking it into existence.

Ellie’s eyes softened at hearing him say that. Appreciating the honesty and guts it took for Bruce to voice it out loud.

“As much as the adrenaline is literally killing me every time, I’m watching you guys risk your lives on the screen and how exhilarating it was to break some bones this afternoon … I’d rather like to be your eye in the sky.”

Remembering what happened, Ellie suddenly felt self-conscious about her confidence. She’d be lucky to be even accepted with open arms after what she’d done. She couldn’t help her dramatic side since her pessimism took over.

Hesitance ruled over her features when she admitted quietly, “If you still want me to, that is. I know I’ve kinda abused your trust like that.”

Her heart was still beating hard in her chest while Bruce’s eyes turned mischievous. “What happened to your decision of making this a one-time thing as soon as Joker was stashed away?”

“What can I say?” She shrugged her shoulders, discovering her high spirits now that nothing was weighing her down any longer. “How could I ever leave now that Damian literally has a broken arm? I can’t abandon him now. I learned my lesson the first time, trust me. Alfred’s gonna need all the extra help he can get.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes as the teasing glint returned to them. “I’m sure.”

“Besides, I’m starting to get the hang of things. I kinda like it here.”

“Big lake house. Who wouldn’t?” Bruce’s voice turned so low and flirty that something familiar rumbled in her lower belly.

Oh, damn it. She forgot the full force of the Bruce Wayne charm.

Still, Ellie felt it was necessary to get this out in the open. “I’m sorry if I keep throwing away all these chances you keep giving. I don’t even understand how you keep forgiving me.”

“Well, you didn’t heed that promise to never being out in the field.”

Ellie somberly nodded before uttering, “It’s true.”

Bruce raised his eyebrows. “Apology accepted under one condition…”

“Anything.”

“I want you to give me that crowbar back.”

Chuckles left her mouth once she realized Bruce didn’t harbor any resentment. This was actually one of the reasons why she felt so guilty. Ellie knew how much this meant to him. How much Jason meant to him.

“Granted.”

Bruce sighed in acceptance before he leaned down. His warm lips pressed against her forehead, mindful of not touching the scrapes. The intimate touch made her release a breathy sigh. It was just the closeness, his warmth. Bruce’s warm hands left a brand through the towel and seared the skin on her hips.

“Please don’t give me a heart attack like that again, alright?” Bruce whispered against her skin before stepping back.

“Okay, old man,” Ellie awkwardly teased as she tried to regain her balance of their bantering camaraderie.

She felt the brief squeeze around her butt cheek before the smack echoed in the room. Ellie gasped from the familiar touch and tried to quell her pulsating clit to stay down. Who knew that this felt like muscle memory to her female being?

Bruce’s eyes resembled molten liquid while that damn teasing made a re-appearance when he cocked his head.

Damn you, rugged charm of Bruce Wayne.

“Who are you calling old?” He cleared his throat, like he was banishing a wayward thought, or maybe that was just Ellie’s wishful thinking. “I’m only 18 years older than you.”

“Who are you trying to convince now?”

But he was right. Despite being twice her age, Bruce always proved his stamina during their relationship.

And again, Ellie cursed her libido.

Needing the slight clarification once she sensed Bruce getting ready to leave in order for her to get dressed.

“How did you find out? Oracle covered all of her tracks.”

“Joker and his goons were sent to Arkham and Blackgate. Admittedly, Joker’s file said something about contusions and broken bones. Someone had a bone to pick with him. It’s not that hard to guess, trust me.”

“You know I took the crowbar. Does everyone know?” Ellie was suddenly nervous about what he was going to say.

“I’m surrounded by people with a high intellect. I’m sure they have a hunch.”

“Alfred’s not mad, is he?”

Bruce pursed his lips in thought, needing some time to consider his options. “Only that he didn’t get to come with and bring his shotgun.”

Quite a vivid and violent image.

Her eyes widened comically. “Next time.”

Bruce ignored Ellie’s suggestion, just to stop a heart attack from resurfacing. “Oracle, huh?”

Ellie hummed reverently under her breath.

“How is she?”

She lifted her clothes into her arms and tried to find the right words to describe her current state. “On her path to recovery, like all of us. Now that it’s finally over.”

A/N: I guess I can reveal now that this part, ever since Babs was mutilated by Joker it was never supposed to be a Batman story. I hope you're not mad that this sequel was always supposed to be about Ellie and creating the Birds of Prey. I still hope I found the right balance between both worlds.

Tagging: @mellowstatesmanhandsempath​ @ravenmoore14​ @alwayshave-faith​ @ikranfuad​ @daydreaming-gemini​ @bluegalaxyprime​ @liadamerondjarin​ @steph21369 @andrewswifes-blog​  @yanna-banana​  @blackmagicwoman

#steph writes #watchtowerindistress #we are not our demons #batfleck #batfleck x oc #bruce wayne x oc #bruce wayne fic #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne imagines #batman x oc #bruce wayne #bruce wayne fanfiction #batman imagines #batman imagine #bruce wayne x batmom #batmom x batfam

[ssj2hindudude]

2nd Gen Pandavas Pt. 2

Part 1

Abha

Age: 10

Gets most of her looks from her mother but definitely has her father’s eyes. She might even be able tap into the Apsara smolder.

Sherlock Holmes outfit...until she got a 30 minute fashion lecture from her Aunt Nikita. So now she sticks with the closest thing by cosplaying as Detective Conan: white shirt, blue jacket, red bow tie, and a black skirt with leggings.

When Abha is visiting her grandmother’s museum, the first thing Krithika does when preparing is to find an archaeological paradox/mystery for her to figure out (Where did the city of Dwarka sink, what exact year did Kali Yuga start, etc.)

Her mom has been trying to get her into Lord of the Rings for years...it still hasn’t worked...Aru considered getting a DNA test but stopped when Abha got into Harry Potter...

Regularly goes on photography field trips with her dad. Most of the time they don't even go to any landmarks. They're content with simple places like parks and nature preserves. One of their favorite models is Aru early in the morning...and they both got grounded for taking pics of her just waking up...

Questions literally everything. Never takes anything at face value. If there is a mystery to be solved, she will find it.

Priya

Age: 11

Long hair with a ponytail meant to look like Lara Croft. Brown jacket, black T-shirt, and jeans to mimic Mikasa from Attack on Titan.

Wants to ask her dad to show her how to make her own sound rocks so she can make bullets that give off sonic frequencies...but the glare from her mom tells her it’ll have to wait...

Instead, Rudy just lets her pick from his own rocks. She made a slingshot to test them out and now whenever she needs a distraction, she just launches one. Both she and Rudy got grounded when she used a lullaby to put her math teacher to sleep and leave early. How was she supposed to know the rock would land right where Mini was pulling up?

Game night with her cousins are a constant thing. But since the adults keep looking in, they have to avoid the M-rated games and stick with Splatoons. Everyone is ok with it, though.

BB gets along with all of them, but he likes Priya best because she can sneak in a lot of flammable substances for him to snack on. She’s even fallen asleep with him after grooming his feathers (Nikita gave her a fireproof comb). Also, she has the best control whenever they’re flying.

*Sidenote: the next gen flies on BB to their missions like Dojo from Xiaolin Showdown*

Suru

Age: 9

Round glasses, bright eyes, slender frame. T-shirt and shorts that Mini had Nikita enchant to change with his snake form.

Cries a lot and has anxiety. Priya snipes anyone who laughs at him

Likes it when his dad transforms with him and they go on little trips to the forest.

Wants to be a doctor like his mom, but more specifically he wants to work with nagas and naginis. His grades aren’t bad, but he still has to take therapy to work on his social skills.

Eventually learns how to spray venom and depending on what Otherworld substances he eats, they can have different effects (burning, poison, smells, etc.)

Ghata

Age: 13

Chubby frame, short hair. Anyone who makes fun of her for it will incur her moms’ wrath. Anyone that the parents miss will be taken care of by her cousins.

Likes dresses with belt buckles. Agrees with Aunt Aru’s philosophy that all dresses must have pockets.

Brynne actively tries to be a better mom than her own. She goes out of her way to make sure Ghata knows she and Hira love her.

One time, some kid told her her moms committed a sin and deserve death. That kid ended up face-down in a crater...

Well, that’s all I got for now. Again, let me know what you think! Maybe give me some ideas for other characters or even villains!

Part 3

#aru shah headcanon #aru shah headcanons #aru shah #yamini kapoor mercado lopez #brynne tvarika lakshmi balamuralikrishna rao #aiden acharya #the pandava quintet #the potatoes

[thesimpsonsultimateshowdown]

The Simpsons Ultimate Showdown!

Round 2: TROY MCCLURE VS LEGS & LOUIE

Troy McClure TidBit: Phil Hartman's final role on The Simpsons was as Troy McClure, who also made his final appearance in the episode "Bart the Mother." Since then Phil Hartman's characters have been retired to background cameos.

Legs & Louie TidBit: POP QUIZ, which mobster is Legs and which is Louie? You can tell by Legs' brown hair and raspier voice while Louie has black hair and a squeakier voice.

#disgruntled goat #the simpsons #polls #troy mcclure #legs and louie #kill the boy #springfield arena 2

[disabilityshowdown]

[IDs: Bentley is a green anthropomorphic turtle in a brown vest and hat, glasses, and yellow gloves. He is sitting in a wheelchair with his arms crossed. Symmetra is an indian woman with dark skin and long dark brown hair. She is dressed in a sci-fi looking blue white and grey body suit with gold accents that partially resembles a sari, and her left arm has been replaced by a cybernetic one]

Disabilities: Bentley is a wheelchair user, Symmetra is missing an arm (and is also canonically autistic, though this tournament isn't including autism solely due to there already being so many autism specific character tournaments)

#disability showdown #disability described #round one #sly cooper #bentley #symmetra #overwatch

[todayisafridaynight]

hi erm not to promote my own poll blog except that i am anyway i have a whole showdown with rgg characters @blackhairedgaming

yeah i'll post this but only to roast you on how some of these men's hair colors are brown and not black

#snap chats #easy mistake tho the lighting's piss in these games sometimes #not even RGG can tell if they want mine's hair black or brown tbh #this got me thinking im like a bulletin board in the middle of town square

[mariedemedicis]

loosely collected thoughts on the vampire diaries: the awakening

spoilers for a 30+ year old book below

I thought the intro was way more intriguing than the pilot’s although the payoff kind of ehh took way too long to connect

interestingly Elena mentions Caroline first of all her friends even though by this point they kind of aren’t friends anymore, then Matt, then Meredith and finally Bonnie (probably reading too much into this ordering but it’s intriguing) - Meredith is also the only mainish character whose last name isn’t dropped, apparently it’s that important we know the full names of Dick Carter & Raymond Hernandez but not Meredith’s last name

I knew that both Caroline & Bonnie were redheads in the books and I knew Caroline had green eyes, but I didn’t know that Bonnie had brown eyes, respect for the least common type of redhead (now we just need a redhead with blue eyes for the full set shgghhgh)

Stefan ending up in Fell’s Church was more a coincidence/happenstance than anything else, he did pick it based on the strong connection to its past - the civil war, but he has no past there and did not know or know of Elena before enrolling, I kind of prefer how it isolates him in comparison

Stefan is dark haired (which I did know), both Salvatore brothers are and most likely look much more alike, but with green eyes, which I didn’t

Meredith is...very inscrutable, both Bonnie and Elena have very obvious personalities but Meredith’s is hard to discern, she’s definitely being set up to know more than she lets on but I’m hoping for a bit more sense of who she is in the next book

Part of ‘the Powers’ (which as a terminology does absolutely crack me up a bit) that come with being a vampire include, not so much being able to read minds but get like a sense of personality, I’m explaining this poorly so let me just copy one of the relevant passages: ”So many minds. The pressure of so many thought patterns, so many mental voices surrounding him, was making him dizzy. It had been years since he had been in a swarm of people like this. One mind in particular stood out from the others. She had been among those watching him in the main corridor of the school building. He didn’t know what she looked like, but her personality was powerful. He felt sure he’d recognize it again.” Stephanie Meyer did you plagiarize this? (extra funny in light of Stefan having been called a knockoff Edward Cullen)

wild to find that Mr. Tanner is drawn almost as he was in the show from the books, all the way down to his showdown with Stefan on the first day, he teaches European History instead of American and the correction is about the Renaissance (this Stefan’s area of expertise) but otherwise, yeah same asshole teacher, same actually you’re wrong Stefan

Tanner’s death is way more dramatic and gruesome here though

Tyler dressing up as a werewolf for Halloween, bro you’re wild for that

I really like that Elena is the one to pursue Stefan rather than vice versa even if I don’t exactly love the writing of how she does it

book!Matt >>>>

the differences in the relationship between Stefan & Damon is also really interesting, Damon was apparently quite close to his unnamed mother who died a few years after Stefan’s birth and it’s implied that Stefan believes Damon blames him for this (v. interesting contrast to Lily Salvatore in the show who is blatantly written to be very similar to Stefan and for him to be her favorite); the relationship between them was antagonistic before Katherine ever showed up; whereas in the show, Stefan nearly immediately knows Damon is around, here Damon essentially gaslights Stefan into thinking he’s turning into/on the verge of turning into a killer without the memories of what he’s been up to, it takes Elena to help him work out that it’s Damon

Katherine is portrayed very differently given that the brothers believe they saw her dead, she was also involved consensually with both brothers, no compulsion involved, although neither was happy with her involvement with the other

she is also roughly the same age as the brothers

here are some comparisons between Elena & Katherine that have me very smugly thinking oh what little do you know: Stefan: “‘But,’ he added slowly, as if puzzling something out for himself, ‘you’re not like her, really. She looked like you, but she was fragile, delicate. Vulnerable. Inside as well as out.’ ‘And I’m not.’

He made a sound that would have been a laugh if there had been any humor in it. ‘No. You’re a fighter. You are ... yourself.’“ Damon: “’You’re wrong about her, you know. You think she’s sweet and docile, like Katherine. She isn’t. She’s not your type at all, my saintly brother. She has a spirit and a fire in her you wouldn’t know what to do with.’ ‘And you would, I suppose.’ Damon uncrossed his arms and slowly smiled again. ‘Oh, yes.’“

I probably won’t get to the next book, The Struggle, until next year but then I’ll be back with thoughts on it

#sinika talks books #the vampire diaries: the awakening #comparing adaptations (er source material in this case lol)