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stararch4ngelqueen · 6 months

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Hi!!! Huge fan and I hope you had a good day in your part of the world💗💗💗

I was just reading ur period comfort fic with jay and was absolutely inspired with this idea for an (unequivocally self-indulgent) new fic:

what if reader has intense pain on their period (like can’t stand, can barely move, everything hurts/aches etc.) and goes nonverbal when the pain gets too much BUTT reader and jay had an argument before he went on patrol and so reader feels like they can’t call him because he’s still mad at them so reader just sticks it out miserably by themselves. only until jay asks oracle to check on your vitals (because he’s a cute little worry wart and still cares a lot🥰) and sees that you’re heart rate and breath rates are wildly irregular and he rushes home (fuck batman he can finish the job himself HIS BABY IS #1) and sees you bundled up in the covers curled in a ball crying. comfort, apologies, and making up and caretaking ensues!!!

i’m so sorry if this makes no sense or it isn’t something you’re comfortable with (your comfort is #1 bestie)!!!! Also, feel free to modify in any way!!!

SENDING KISSES AND LOVE💅🏾❤️

It makes good sense!! I have no problem writing this ✨

I hope yours is going good as well! It’s a very under weather day for me, so I apologize if this isn’t what you were expecting! ❤️

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Time written - 1:27 a.m

Tags: Period. Slightly broody Jason. Special guest star menstruation crustacean.

Part 1 in reference

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Being miserable chased you around like a damn disease today, doing lots of more harm than good.

The kind of pain that left you breathless. An agony so severe you find yourself apologizing to any God that listened, mentally screaming at your body to give you a damn break. It was a miracle how you managed to make it from the kitchen towards your bed, forgetting to get your charging phone from the couch.

Sure, you had your watch. Yes, you had a device nestled in your end table drawer used for emergency calls. Wayne-Tech, Batman related stuff.

You didn’t use it. Either you didn’t have the strength, or too hot-headed, you didn’t reach for a button.

You believed it wasn’t going to be as bad. The cramps you’d get about a week prior before you start weren’t as painful this time. This morning had such high hopes, such high promises for a good day.

It was too early to think too highly about it.

Your body believed it would be funny to fool you, forcing you into this pathetic, crippling state shortly around ten. Rarely would you start at night.

You would’ve thought the blame belonged to someone else, anyone else other than what you experienced now. It felt like your insides were being torn apart by devilish hands, nearly making you ponder the urge to scratch against your own abdomen.

The room was normally cool, but your body was terribly hot. A peculiar shiver brushing down your spine, your susceptible body curled up in a pitiful ball along the mattress.

The house was quiet and empty, save for your choked gasps as you son through this horrible pain. You craved comfort, more comfort than any warm blanket could provide.

The biggest comfort you quietly desired more than ever wasn’t here. It was a miracle that the front door still clung to it’s screwed up hinges after being recklessly slammed shut.

You two argued over cereal, over which take out to get from what restaurant, over celebrity crushes. His side eyes were as dangerous as his criminal bloodlust, but they were always done out of amusing intent.

This time was different. You couldn’t remember when it started, recalling when it ended was now a painfully dulled blur in the back of your head. The argument was nearly verbally severe, with enough yelling to rouse the worry of your neighbors. If they even cared.

No one really does in Gotham these days.

You lay in your pitiful slump in bed for what felt like hours. In your distress, you weren’t aware of your charging phone going off in the living room. Your screen bombarded with texts and still ringing phone calls.

One of Jason’s few reliefs he had was through a distasteful crook on patrols, as violence was a great distraction. On such a slow start, Red Hood was left stalking with his own thoughts, dealing with his temper all alone in the night’s silence.

Just because he was stubborn now, doesn’t mean that he didn’t have his moments of clarity once he caught a break. He sent you a reluctant, one worded sent text at first before rushing on. He couldn’t help but shake off this suspenseful feeling though, like a tense dissatisfaction on his tongue. Was it guilt? Was it shame?

Did he feel sorry for what he basically caused? Did he at least wanna attempt to own up to it?

After ten minutes, he sent another text. Again, he sends another after seven minutes, then another around three. You weren’t answering them at all, which was a little surprising. You believed you held a distasteful quirk about answering texts too fast, which was what Jason adored about you, responding to him in under five minutes. Or ten at most if you were busy.

It always let him know you were never bored of him.

This only made that suspenseful ball in his gut grow a little heavier, so he started to call.

After about three calls, still you didn’t answer. Now that hall grew hotter and hotter.

It makes the most obvious sense that you were still angry at him, but the least you could’ve done was pick up the phone and cussed him out before abruptly hanging up. Or at the very least send his calls to voicemail after a ring or two, but that wasn’t the case,

The longer he stared at his rumbling phone screen, the worse his anxiety began to grow. Soon enough, he couldn’t take it anymore.

The Bats had an auspicious way of knowing if him or anyone else didn’t keep up their patrol routine. Jason put off this thought many times, giving less of a fuck now as he rushed home.

“Where the hell is your phone??” Came his booming question once he enters the bedroom, noticeably breathing a bit heavy from his rushed pace.

Upon your failure to answer in your trembling state, cowering under your blankets, you hear his heavy boots quickly approach the side of the bed. Opening your teary eyes, you see two milky mask sockets staring you down, still clutching his own phone in hand.

Jason would’ve questioned you over how many times he’s had to call, over how many texts he sent. He could’ve, but he didn’t.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice changed from roughly arrogant to gentle softness while pulling off his mask, relieving you of that annoying heavy breathing behind the barrier.

Because everything fucking hurts, asshole.

If you were still angry at him, it would’ve been a shouting match all over again. No, all that’s left now is physical and mental pain.

Without another word, he rummages through both your drawers looking for something. Cursing when he couldn’t find it, he turns towards the closet, reaching up ahead on the top shelves until he found what he was looking for.

He leaves the room, making your sensitive mind wonder if he had the gall to up and leave again. Especially knowing the debilitating state you were in.

Beep. Beep. Beep. The faint chime of the microwave echoed from the kitchen.

You wondered wrong.

Jason returns, pulling the blanket back just enough to expose your torso. Pulling up your shirt just enough, he proceeds to apply a warm, heavenly weighted plush stuffy along your tummy.

A chorus of euphoria washes of your tense body, your unknowingly clenched jaw finally relaxing. You whimper out in temporary relief at this beautiful sensation, the application of warmth promising a slow, eventual comfort that would easy your agonizing pain.

“When did you start?” He asks, but you don’t answer. More like you can’t, really.

“Can’t talk, huh?” His forehead slowly settles along your temple, exhaling through his nose. Pure blooded guilt mixed with cold hard sympathy in his system, making his heart beat heavily as he fully considers your pain.

“God, don’t pull an idiot move babe,” he murmurs against your cheek, his forehead settling along your head.

“That’s my job. You were right about that.”

You were stubborn, but not that hurtful towards the man you love. Unless he did something where it was really necessary.

Jason remained by your side until you were comfortable enough to sit up, never minding having to warm up the heating pad one more time. He doesn’t say much after his last words as he brings you a calorie rich snack and some pain medication, sitting idly by while opening a water bottle for you.

He gets you to a hot shower after the painkillers slowly prove they’re kicking in.

Fresh clothes were piled on the bathroom counter for you after the seething hot shower, consisting of one of his shirts and a pair of your old shorts you didn’t care much for.

Dinner, or an incredibly early breakfast, was one of your favorite cup noodles. Quick, hot and easy, so you could take a strong sleep medication and rest this horrible night away.

Jason by now was unbearably silent, too silent. Occasionally, he asked if you were okay or if the cup was too hot to hold while you slurped your noodles. Red Hood became a quiet, doting dog, keeping behind you as you shuffle to bed, still dressed in his gear.

It was only after you were settled back into bed in your much better state did Jason decide to finally relax, comfortable enough to take off his gear.

You were left watching as he turned around, pulling off his taunt, black shirt he wore under all that armor nearly every night. A faint hiss pushes through his nose as the fabric tugs on his freshly bandaged gash, just shy from his right shoulder blade.

“I didn’t mean it,” you exhale, tears dribbling over the bridge of your nose. “You’re not stupid, Jason. I didn’t mean it.”

He still keeps quiet, his head slightly turning as he acknowledges the pain you were still in. He doesn’t blame you for your anger, it just makes him feel more stupid for being mad at you.

He kept getting hurt, and you always took care of him. Sometimes, he kept getting hurt too much. You couldn’t help getting more and more worried for his safety while he chooses to shrug off the pain.

Now here he stood, with a wounded shoulder, wounded pride and a trembling girl needing his support now more than ever.

“Wouldn’t blame you if you did, sweetheart.” Jason sighs after crawling into bed beside you, making sure you remained ownership of all thick blankets.

“I’m sorry,” Jason whispers, peering down at you with sympathetic eyes. “I’ll try to be more careful.”

Your heart nearly melts then and there, a lingering stress vanishing from your mind for now. That’s all you asked for out of the entire argument from earlier. You knew his job was dangerous, but all you asked out of him was to be more cautious about his surroundings, to not be as reckless.

You could only help bandage and kiss his wounds so much. You never minded, but him coming home with at least three harsh gashes from possibly infectious blades put a toll on your hormonal stability.

“That’s all I wanted,” you gently say in return, accompanied with a soft sniffle.

Jason smiles before scooting just a little closer, proceeding to hold you with his good arm. A content cloud of warmth invaded your area, keeping you feeling calm and satisfied as your tired eyes mindlessly trail along his silvery autopsy scar.

“You can forgive me later,” He muffles against your cheek, lacing your skin with various gentle kisses. “Get some sleep, Hood’s gotcha now.”

You close your eyes, hiding the dramatic roll that proceeded shortly after.

“Also,” he piques in his murmur, a hint of cheekiness invading his tone of voice. “Kinda know of other ways to help with the pain.”

“Jason.” You groan with a light grimace.

He smirks a bit, only growing from the faint crinkle in your eyes and refrained smile. Just the reaction he wanted.

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Had to throw this in 🦀

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #dc jason todd #jason todd x female!reader #jason todd dc #if your mans don’t get you one of these #tf you doin with him

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wonijinjin · 4 months

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dust: a christmas special (ot7)

author’s note: to end the holiday season here is a little special with your favourite boys! have a peaceful day, take care.

synopsis: the christmas chaos vanished, time to clean up your mess, but it is not easy with those seven.

word count: 1.0k | genre: fluff, humour/crack | pairings: enhypen x gn! reader (platonic!) | warnings: mentions of being deaf, yelling, playfighting

“i think we should start cleaning up guys, the situation is not sustainable anymore.” it was the last day of christmas, the holy spirit and the holiday atmosphere slowly fading as time went on, you and the boys getting full and sick of stuffing yourselves with delicious special meals which you partly helped cook as well as got delivered to make sure you had enough of everything. wrappers of chocolate and presents were all over the kitchen counter, not leaving any space for you to make your morning drink; moreover the house looked like a mess, the two floors were terribly packed with all sorts of stuff you had to get in order to complete the decoration or to ensure that everyone was having the time of their lives (which included a karaoke machine, darts, and a table tennis court just to mention some activities you did), them being a bit damaged due to the excitement of the day before, the boys handling them roughly. “what did you say? sorry i’m literally deaf, yesterday’s karaoke destroyed my eardrums…even though i wanted to just sleep peacefully…” jake complained while moving into the kitchen, eyes barely open since he didn’t get enough sleep. “oh shit-“ “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT OH MY GOD!”jake whined when you accidentally knocked the pot next to you over, its fall chattering on the marble floor, making your friend jump in surprise. “whoops, sorry. can you get the others? we need to clean this mess up.” you said gently, trying not to startle the poor boy even more.

ten minutes later all of the seven men were on their feet, sleepy gazes pinned upon your figure while waiting for an answer as of why you needed them so badly since jakey had no energy to even finish his sentence. “this is disgusting guys. i don’t even know where this suspicious substance came from, but i think it is better for all of us if we try to get rid of it.” you said with a face of shock, holding a roll of wipes and pointing at the countertop which had what you suspected was some kind of juice, sticking to everything of course. “hee please take the ornaments down from the rooms with riki, they are like broken in half or ripped into pieces anyways, so you can just throw them in the trash can.” you ordered, ushering the oldest and youngest boys of the group out of the mentioned room, and grabbing jay by his hand. “you are gonna help me clean the kitchen since we are probably the only ones who actually know how to do it.” he smiled at your words; you often came around to their dorm to spend time with them, meanwhile getting into a habit of cooking with jay, and this holiday was no exception; you had a blast with these silly boys whom you loved dearly, but the fun was over and everyone had to get back into their normal lives soon, not to mention new year’s eve rolling around soon enough. “sunoo, sunghoon please collect the wrappers.” you pleaded, the duo already hurrying to get the bags. “and lastly jakey and wonnie, can you go out to buy some new garbage bags and cleaning stuff? we are gonna run out i think.” you wondered, looking around the cabinets to find out what was necessary.

after hours of mopping and like ten bags of trash later you finally managed to get the building squeaky clean. “good job guys! i miss the christmas spirit, but i think this little session did wonders to the house! isn’t it nice to have a clean surface to sit down on?” you grinned at them, however they weren’t that happy. “yeah yeah great…” jay said while scratching the back of his head. “i wasted half a day for this…when i could’ve went out to get that ichiran ramen i got from heeseung!” riki added right after, surely not being satisfied with how his holiday came to an end. “i will treat you to a big meal on new year’s eve okay? yall are so dramatic!” you said with a blank expression. “you guys did nothing but eat and play for DAYS…a bit of hygiene doesn’t hurt you know.” sunoo sided with you, happily skipping around the house in the sunshine that was coming in through the big windows. “hah! that’s it for you all, sunny is on my side! i knew you would never let me down!” you ran to him, hugging him tightly to which he responded with a bubbly laugh. “are we gonna argue about this any further or are we gonna finally try to solve that 20000 piece lego set you bought for us?” jungwon asked with a cocked brow, you not even having time to process what happened when sunghoon started screaming. “YEAH FINALLY, THE LEGO!” he quickly grabbed it and poured it out onto the ground, sitting down next to the pieces. “now that i think of it it was a good decision to put away the stuff which has been laying here. now we have all the space for the fun!” heeseung commented, already lowering himself next to hoon. you watched the seven idiots fondly, looking at how their eyes sparkled. “okay big boys, let’s start then!”

bonus:

“YAHHH RIKI DID YOU LOSE THE LAST PIECE?” “I TOLD YOU I HAVEN’T SEEN IT, ARE YOU STUPID?” “HEY! that is not how you talk to the older members!” “it was sunoo’s fault anyways, he was dancing around i bet he kicked it off somewhere…” “I WILL MAKE SURE YOU WILL BE THE ONE KICKED OFF YOU LIAR!” “here we go again…”

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fruitdragon · 1 year

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So I haven't slept properly in the past 3 days. Have had way too much coffee today and I'm currently eating a box of alcoholic chocolates.

I have many ideas for fanfiction right now.

Idea 1: White Collar x DC. Fucking A/B/O universe. Tim is Neal, he is an Omega. His scent blockers make it appear as if he is a Beta. One day Jason in full Red Hood gear, come storming into the building smelling like an Omega nesting mother. In this universe Jason basically adopted Tim the minute he saw him. Everyone is freaking out. "Neal" stands slowly and reaches for his neck to remove his scent patches. His scent calms Jay down and and while the office is still confused they slip away. Nesting heat I would like some ABO without it being sexual.

Idea 2: White Collar x Disney descendants. Yeah I know. So the core for managed to sort of universe hop/dimension travel, it was one of Carlos's inventions and they can go back and forth. And Carlos ends up becoming Neal. In this universe Mal and Evie are Hades kids, Maleficent and Cruella had Carlos together (expand how you wish) and Jay is desperately in love with Carlos. One day Mal visits the office, to check if Neal is ready for "family weekend" Peter Burke is an ass, and is very demanding of what family weekend is because "Neal doesn't have any family, I would know." Mal tears down a bunch of assumptions. Like "why don't you have any records of him before he's 18?" (Dimension hopping but they don't say that) "What's his actual eye color not just the contacts?" (Chocolate brown) "Do you know he has to dye his hair to keep it looking like that?" (In universe the black and white hair is natural) "What's the name of his first boyfriend?"(Harry Hook, but he's with Jay now) "Do you know how many siblings he technically has" (Mal is a half sibling and Evie is her half siblings, other family? Is Oscar his younger brother in this universe.) "At what age did he try chocolate for the first time? No at what age did any of us have actual food for the first time?" (14 for Carlos, 15 for Mal, Evie was 16- I HC Evie as the oldest) "what were his mother's charges in her first arrest her second arrest and her third arrest?" (First arrest animal abuse, kidnapping, property theft. Second arrest conspiracy to commit murder, attempted murder, arson, and animal cruelty. 3rd arrest child abuse, animal cruelty, assault, sexual abuse of a minor, and second degree attempted murder of said minor). Diana and Jones are actually great. "So you wear the hat too?" (If you make this world have at least minimal amounts of magic it becomes even more fun, when abilities could be revealed)

Alt: Jay comes in and most the same information gets out but in a wildly different way

Idea 3: alternate universe where all of Batman's kids turned into villains of some sort. Dick Grayson as Renegade, Jason Todd as Red X or Red Hood, Tim Drake as jester after being Joker Jr, Damian is still a prince of the League of Assassin's, Cassandra is still Orphan only she's a terrifyingly silent assassin, Stephanie as spoiler becomes a better version of The Riddler as Clue. There are still found family vibes maybe the rest of Young Justice is also villainous of some sort. That universe comes in contact with a semi-normal DC universe, it's very disconcerting. Everyone is confused Renegade almost stabs someone, Jester is giggling hysterically, and whenever anyone asks about Batman they all flinch. In their Universe, Batman is a terrible dad (F-), in the semi-normal one he gets a solid B+

Idea 4: Danny Phantom x DC Universe. Bruce Wayne is a clone of Danny Phantom and he knows it. Danny can't really properly raise him since he is not really got a human life anymore and Bruce is still half human, but he still sticks around like the weird uncle figure or whatnot until the Waynes are killed. After that he kind of becomes more of a father figure along with Alfred who is definitely Clockwork in this universe. Yes that means that Damian Wayne is technically an Eldritch abomination of some sort. The rest of the surviving clones kind of act like aunts and uncles to the rest of Bruce's kids and it's great. Yes this is a trans Danny and trans Bruce universe because I stan (also I'm Trans and really appreciate it). Yes that means that Damian technically does have to be cloned unless Talia has a dick or Ra's al Ghul is the father. Maybe that means that all of Bruce's kids gradually become more Eldritch due to Eco- contamination. Jason is one of the most outfits because he died and came back, Bruce is more supportive in this universe, Danny is crying hysterically like I'm a grandfather of many Eldritch children. In universe that means as soon as Kon-El is revealed and Superman reacts badly, Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne have a very public falling out. Also Conner is adopted into the family because why not.

"Hello Superboy, my code name is Batman. I am the clone of a hero known as Phantom. Would you like to come with me? I have several brothers and sisters you could meet." Robin pipes up in the Background

"Does this mean we're getting a cousin B? I'm totally feeling the Aster." All Robins are with Bruce at the same time

#fanfiction #send help #white collar #White CollarxDCU #dc comics #disney descendants #Batman #prompts #danny phantom #dpdc

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squarebracketsmileyface · 5 days

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New Introduction Post

Hi, I'm Mon :]

I'm currently 20 and I go by any pronouns (though I mostly stick to xe/it). I write fanfic and occasionally draw, and I'm MonMonniMon on ao3. All of my Marble Hornets fics are under the Square Bracket Smiley Face psued :]

I do post and reblog nsfw, though not exclusively, and a lot of my fics are E rated, so if you try to follow me on here and you're a minor or don't have your age in your bio I will unfortunately block you, though I do have leniency where if you're 17 I will soft block you. You can come back when you're 18 if you want, but not before. I know what I was like at that age lol, and tho you're not children, you're also not adults yet. But 16 and under I will sadly just block you for my own comfort.

Current ongoing projects:

Currently I have one big project going, a series of fics called Sorry, It's Locked. (As a warning, the series is rated E as most of the fics in it have a fair amount of smut.) S,IL follows Jay's unhealthy past relationship with Alex, as well as his new (slightly healthier, for now) relationship with Tim. It has plenty of angst, smut and a good bit of fluff.

All my posts about this series (which is probably most of them lol) are tagged with #mh sorry its locked to make them easy to find and just keep everything a bit more organized for myself.

I also have a few playlists of music that goes alongside different chapters and fics in the series. They're not amazing, I'm not great at making playlists and my music taste is a bit all over the place sometimes. They contain a mix of songs that fit the storyline of S,IL as well as songs that kind of fit the vibe of the series that i listen to when I'm writing it.

I'm always open for suggestions of songs to add to my Sorry It's Locked playlists (though it might take me a while to get around to your ask because I have terrible time and motivations management skills) So feel free to send me asks with songs you relate to S,IL if you feel like it.

#pinned info #mh sorry its locked

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borreloadsavagedragon · 10 months

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for the "send you a character" your beloved onion boy

Onion posting...... my favorite

First impression: Ok so Some Jay lore Deadass I thought I was gonna hate him I was so sure Ryouga was where I was gonna go if I had to pick a favorite and, with a lot of the bits I got before actually watching, Kaito just did not fit the characters I was drawn most towards at the time. I used to stick to more light-hearted, sunshine characters, like token dumbasses with hearts of gold with a few exceptions to which Ryouga was gonna be because I IRL am such an aggressive fan of sharks the animals, plus he was the ~bff~ trope character in my eyes and this was someone who lived breathed and died Takeru Homura and Katsyua Jounouchi And while I love Kaiba and Ryoken, it took some time to find love for them

Impression now: Uh. He's alright. Just ignore my social media, how I took Photon to 2 YCSs despite the very poor matchup conditions(AND WENT 2-2 FOR FOUR ROUNDS WITH IT IN PEAK KASH FORMAT!!! SIMPLY BE BUILT DIFFERENT), and the near 10k and growing character analysis oh and like majority of the fanfiction I've written for the last 1.5 yrs now plus this tweet:

sweats profusely To say he's impacted me quite a bit would be an understatement. Everytime something photon related happens in the tcg, I wake up to 10 different DMs and it's all this twink's fault

Favorite moment: omfg how does one pick a favorite when the character has become your entire life for a minute LOL Uhhhhhhhhh I will say I have the clip of him jumping into the cockpit saved on my phone for chuckles ajgkdlsj I love his duel against Ryouga, it's very showing of his character and his impact, also love how they banter His rematch duel with Yuma at the end of Part 1 is also really good, love to see him encounter his own uncertainty and let himself be inspired by Yuma I love that he stares at the footage of Mizael in the monitors in his lab like a freak after their first duel His duel with Shun in Arc V is always a rewatchable one

Idea for a story: Every story you could imagine!!!!! The one I'm currently most actively working on between upcoming ship week work is a semi-complicated post canon AU that has a past life subplot to it because lord I'm just gonna fill in the wasted potential subplots for Kaito myself at this rate ALLEGEDLY Have an OC I'm working on that ties back to him too, that's also lowkey in that lore also Stay tuned :)

Unpopular opinion: UH, the one I wanna say I'll wait for another ask that's currently in my inbox gjdsal So here is another from the analysis from another take I saw awhile ago:

I also think one of the long forgotten truths of Zexal is Yuma rarely sees anyone as a true villain. There are a few exceptions to this of course, Don Thousand and Mr. Heartland both come to mind, but Yuma manages to find compassion in just about everyone he faces and uses dueling as a way to bridge the gap between him and them, even ones who arguably don’t deserve it like Faker, Tron, and… well, beloved mothman Vector. If Kaito was ever supposed to look like a terrible person when he’s at the height of his crime spree, we would have seen that from Yuma’s perspective. Instead we see Yuma's fear, his intrigue, and ultimately, his motivation. Motivation to protect Astral from what’s to come, and then following the conclusion of the Kaito vs Zexal duel, motivation to help Kaito, and finally, the motivation to get to his level. Instead of the same treatment we get for other unforgivable types, we get to see Kaito for what he is beneath the snark, the beatdown strategies, and the unconditional love for his brother: he's lonely, he's incredibly desperate, and he's dangerously selfless for those who are the most important to him, so much so he initially struggled to find his next purpose.

I'm also on record for considering Kaito the strongest of all of the rivals lmao

Favorite relationship: Honestly all of them, family, ships, friends, I love how Kaito is written with others both in the shows(Zexal and Arc V both), the manga, and even Duel Links gives some of his lesser shown rivalries and connections more depth Kaito and Ryouga's rivalry is proooobably my favorite though? Especially including Duel Links moments, they've got so much in common but just will not connect unless it's to show the other up, but you know it's game over when they can find a strong reason to remain on the same page Also the card Photon Emperor exists, which is one, named very suspiciously, two, has a similar cape design to Nasch with the shoulder gems and the cape being attached by those pieces, and 3, very notably resurrects itself when it's sent to GY from hand, deck, or when it's detached as material from an XYZ At the same time, I LOVE Kaito and Mizael's entire story too, both as a rivalry and a relationship, god they're so good and it's truly so hard to put into words how much I love their dynamic, the parallels, how they match each other's crazy, they have my longest ship playlist gjkldadas For Arc V, I'm also a sucker for Kaito and Shun as well as Kaito and Edo Shun went back for him and wasn't going to quit until he convinced him,,, and Edo and Kaito have such strong chemistry for no reason, it's not unwelcome at all-- they just threw men at him for some reason and I'm all for it

Favorite headcanon:

I ALWAYS write him as both touch repulsed and touch starved because he's almost never shown without his jacket during canon except for a handful of flashbacks and exactly that one examination scene, and even in the flashbacks, all you get is his forearms from his one collared shirt

He'd rather die than sacrifice his aesthetic, an icon

#THANK YOU #I will always infodump on him #asks #answered

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garudabluffs · 2 years

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Judge Cannon did everyone a favor. September 7, 2022

"My point is not to trash Judge Cannon’s integrity, intelligence, or fairness. She has already done so beyond my meager ability to add to the opprobrium already heaped upon her. Rather, the point is that Judge Cannon now understands she is universally regarded as the most incompetent, biased, and clueless federal district judge in the nation—and that is saying something!"

"The dam is beginning to crack. Many Trump administration officials are having serious conversations with lawyers about conduct that seemed (at the time) designed to “stick it to the libs.” Now that conduct appears to be espionage, treason, obstruction of justice, lying to the FBI, theft of government property, and violations of the Presidential Records Act. The more Trump draws attention to the Mar-a-Lago search, the more nervous his co-conspirators will become. Eventually, one of them will flip. And then the dam will burst. Until then, we have elections to win in November, so stay focused on what we can control as we wait for the domino effect to begin."

READ MORE https://roberthubbell.substack.com/p/judge-cannon-did-everyone-a-favor

137 Comments "...when a classified document is taken from storage, safe and SCIF, it must be signed out. A custodian manages this process. You must provide appropriate ID and signature. It is then secured in a folder, or secure envelope and you leave. That document is now your responsibility to properly handle, protect AND return. The custodians have records of the transactions and sign the document back in when returned.

They know exactly when it left and when it should be returned. My experience is you would get a call, or visit, if the document was not returned when expected.

Obviously, something went terribly wrong in the tangerine tinted Loser’s administration. It will, I am sure, be investigated as to who, what and where the system failed. Heads will roll and prison time should be expected."

Robert B. Hubbell9 hr ago

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"You raise valid concerns. But the DOJ has enough to indict Trump without the documents seized in the search. Recall that Trump voluntarily returned 15 boxes, including classified material before the search. But he did not return all classified documents at that time. He then turned over more classified documents to Jay Bratt (of DOJ Counterintelligence). That is enough to support an indictment. And I believe the DOJ will proceed with the special master process and have it completed before it is ready to issue an indictment. That said, it is important for the DOJ to appeal the injunction portion of the ruling (on principle). But that need not delay the special master review."

+ “Here is a link to an excellent article in The Atlantic about the MAGA folks. He makes some great observations and points”

https://www.theatlantic.com/newsletters/archive/2022/09/the-nihilism-of-maga-world/671355/?utm_source=newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=atlantic-daily-newsletter&utm_content=20220906&utm_term=The%20Atlantic%20Daily

+ https://www.cnn.com/2022/08/31/politics/aileen-cannon-trump-special-master/index.html

#Judge Aileen Cannon special master

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laladellakang · 2 years

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'sixth sense'

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2022.04.08 italics dialogue = english

requested! the airport incident

disclaimer: i couldn't bring myself to watch the actual video, even 'til now, watching the short version alone was hard enough. i'm sorry if i missed some details

"It looks like a lot more people showed up than expected," one of our managers told us. "It might be really dangerous so please be careful and stick together, okay? Who knows what they might do."

"Okay," we said in unison.

I'm actually really fucking terrified. I wasn't earlier but knowing that we came with less bodyguards than what is needed makes my head hurt with anxiety.

The thing is; this is like the first time we're 'out' in public, so we have no idea what our fans are like. Plus, we haven't even debuted yet. We're really going into this blind.

"I hope nothing bad happens," Jake mumbled from beside me.

"I really do hope," I sighed before putting my hands together to pray.

Just after I finished and looked forward, another manager appeared right in front of me. What the fuck is he carrying?

"Della-ssi," he gestured for me to cross my arms in front of my chest, with my hands hidden behind my underarms.

"I'm sorry?" I furrowed my eyebrows but obliged. "Oppa?" my eyes widened when he tied my hands from my back, similar to what a strait jacket would do.

I worriedly shifted my gaze to the members and found them reciprocate the emotion. What is happening?

"I'm really sorry, Della-ssi," the manager looked at me with pity. "We have to. We can't risk you possibly pushing someone, especially this early in your career- excuse me," he adjusted my zip-up hoodie so the ties wouldn't be visible.

"Oppa, this is our first appearance, I know better than to do anything," my eyes were still wide from the shock.

"I know, Della. I'm really sorry but we really can't risk it, it's for your safety too. People are watching you closely right now," because of Alice's departure.

I guess it's fair. I will do anything for the people I care about and they (somehow) know that. As the only female member, the media is constantly anticipating my next move. Everyone keeps thinking that I'll either leave or just do something problematic.

Well I did nearly leave but that's a story for another time.

"We should leave now. The longer we stay, the more people would gather," here goes fucking nothing.

"Della, stay with me," Jay immediately pulled me close beside him. I felt the rest of the guys' eyes on us. "You kinda need double the protection now."

"Thank you, oppa," I moved my arms around a bit to see how much mobility I had. Little to none.

"I'm just going to hold onto you, yeah?" he wrapped his left arm around my body to hold my bicep.

"Be careful guys," Heeseung told us before we made our way out.

If you ask me, the experience was similar to leaving a music festival venue with a bunch of flashes and phones up in your face.

I got pulled back twice but honestly- it was nothing I couldn't handle. I didn't fall down or anything.

Actually- I wouldn't be able to handle it if it wasn't for Jay's hold. I definitely owe it to that.

His grip on me progressively got tighter and eventually ended up on my waist majority of the time.

I was mostly afraid of any possible fanboys since it might be easier for them to fight back against the guards. Fortunately, I could only hear their voices from afar, shouting mostly 'Kang Della.' Overall, nothing terrible happened to me.

But the boys?

I was fuming when I noticed Sunoo losing consciousness, and probably had steam come out of my ears when I heard a guard yell 'don't pull! he fell down! step back!'

I can't even fucking wrap an arm around Sunoo because my hands were fucking tied.

I saw someone almost reaching out for Heeseung's backpack and couldn't handle it anymore.

Violence is never the option but.. shit I hope no one will notice.

Staff, please forgive me. Whoever is affected, please forgive me. Members, please forgive me. God, please forgive me.

I kicked the side of the person's leg.

They fell to the side, causing everyone to step back and create a bit of space so no more people will fall down, but three of the 'fans' already did. Shit, I am so sorry.

Oh well if people find out and I get kicked out of the group, at least I know I did it to defend my men.

We took that opportunity to immediately rush into the van. Heeseung, Sunoo, Niki and Jake are in one while Jay, Sunghoon, Jungwon and I will be in another.

"Oppa, please help me," I turned my back to Jay so he would remove my ties. "Fucking hell, thank you," I stretched slightly and removed my hood before giving him a hug. "Are you okay? Thank you so much."

"Are you okay? I was so worried, seriously," he hugged me tighter.

"I'm okay, really. I'm just really worried about you guys," I let out a shaky breath at the thought. "Fuck."

"Jungwon and Sunghoon are here," Jay said while brushing his hand through my hair.

"Are you guys okay?" Jungwon asked straight after the door closed.

"Wonie," I leaned forward on my seat to give him a hug. I could hear Jay and Sunghoon asking each other if they were okay.

"That was so crazy," he mumbled in my ear. "I'm okay, I'm okay."

"Oppa," I switched to Sunghoon and felt him relax in my hold.

"Della," he sighed, running his hand on my hair.

"Put on your seatbelts, guys. Let's get the fuck out of here," a manager entered the passenger's seat and instructed.

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"Oppa!" I called without raising my voice. We're in a hotel lobby, this isn't a drama.

I rushed over to Heeseung and Sunoo (?) who both turned their heads to me. I instantly gave the two a hug.

"Are you okay?" Heeseung asked.

"Nevermind me, how are you two?" I pulled back to look at them. "Sunoo-ya," I placed a hand on the side of his face.

"We're okay now. It was hard earlier," Sunoo answered, putting his hand over mine.

"Lala!" Riki hugged me from behind. "Please tell me you're okay."

"I'm okay, Riki. Really," I turned around to give him a proper hug. "Please tell me you're okay," I emphasised on the 'you're.' I tightened my hug when I felt him nod.

"You couldn't hold on to anyone, I was so worried," Heeseung mumbled while caressing my shoulder.

"Della!" I felt Jake join in on the hug. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, Jakey- What happened to you?" I held his face in my hands when I noticed his red eyes and nose. Was he crying?

"Ah- yeah, I cried a bit earlier but I'm okay now," I didn't even wait for him to finish before hugging him tightly. Today is all about hugs. "Someone pulled me and I fell- but I'm okay now, really," he mumbled in my shoulder.

"Fucking hell. I'm so sorry, Jake."

"Let's just hope it won't happen again," Jungwon spoke up. "I'm sure they'll up the security next time."

"Yeah, especially cause like... five people fell simultaneously, did you see that?" Jay asked us all.

"I saw, I saw. What happened there?" Sunghoon nodded.

"Three people fell," I corrected. "One fell after getting pushed or something and they crashed to two other people. Everyone backed up a bit after that so it looked like more people fell."

"How'd you know that?" Niki, Heeseung, Sunoo and Jay asked at the same time.

'Cause I kicked them.

"Sixth sense."

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thelordofdarkreunion · 3 years

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The Worst Planet in the Universe

The “humans are weird/earth is space Australia” stories that are quite famous here usually have aliens reacting to how they think humanity or Earth is really strange and bizarre. So, I got an idea: what if people could react not to Earth, but to one of the singular worst planets in all of science fiction? Here, we have some of the characters of the Magnificent Scoundrels reacting to the planet of Krieg and its infamous Death Korps from Warhammer 40k.

Death Korps is pronounced “death core” not “death corpse.” Jeicher is pronounced the German way, as “yay-cur”, not “jai-cher.”

“In life, war. In death, peace. In life, suffering. In death, atonement.” -Final litany of the Litany of Sacrifice, recited by the Guardsmen of the Death Korps of Krieg when entering battle

The shuttle slipped through the dead and polluted atmosphere, shields raised to their fullest capacity to avoid the boiling streaks of orange lightning. The occupants of the shuttle stared warily out the window, still nervous even though their craft was in the hands of some of the best pilots in the universe.

“I still don’t understand why we’re here,” said Commissar Cain from a strapped-in seat in the shuttle’s rear.

“Well, we’re visiting planets from each other’s galaxies,” replied Admiral Vir from the cockpit as he and Solo desperately tried to avoid the lighting.

“Yeah, I know that,” snapped back Cain. “What I don’t understand is why we’re here. Out of all the planets in the galaxy, you pick this one.”

“You wanted to know more about populous Imperial Guard regiment homeworlds, and you said Krieg sounded like an interesting name,” muttered Solo as a particularly large blast lit up the cockpit window. “Starting to regret that now?”

“I most certainly am!” screamed Dr. Kril from inside the heavy clear plastic compartment designed to hold him when accompanying Vir off the Omen. “And I thought Earth was a death world!”

“Radiation levels are approaching 3,700 roentgan,” said Vir, crisply reading off the cockpit instruments.

“We’re all gonna die,” wailed Kril.

The shuttle’s communication system crackled to life, and a dry, toneless voice sounded over it.

“Shuttle B-77401, you are clear of the storm in twenty seconds. Please proceed to landing pad RT-556 at coordinates 66579. Radiation levels on ground are currently 1,500 roentgan.”

“I remember reading up on your horrible human disasters, and that’s the level of radiation the Chernobyl disaster had right next to the plant as the fires were still going!” screeched Kril. “I will not be stepping foot on this planet! If you have a death wish, that's fine with me, but I won’t be leaving the shuttle!” He crossed his arms and sat against the container wall. Vir and Solo didn’t have time to respond.

“Breaking storm now.” The lightning and horrible, swirling grey clouds cleared, only to reveal a scene of utter devastation. The land below was an endless expanse of grey and brown. Entire swaths of earth were covered with grey dust. Other areas were endless seas of irradiated mud, with ancient and rusted barbed wire, empty concrete bunkers, and long abandoned and corroded gun emplacements sticking out from the infinite brown. A few ossified trees, long dead, peeked up in places, the only signs of life, or what was once life, on the planet.

“What happened here?” murmured Vir.

“A tale of tragedy, and betrayal,” replied Cain softly. “Once upon a time, some 1,500 years ago, Krieg was a massive city world. The ruling oligarchy decided to turn their backs on the Emperor and rebel against the Imperium of Man. The commander of the loyalist Guard forces decided that if the Imperium couldn’t have the planet, no one would. But despite the unleashing of a stash of Dark Age nuclear weapons, the people of Krieg survived, and loyalist fought traitor in a five hundred year long war in the trenches of the wastes.” The shuttle was silent, imagining how horrible such a war would be. This singular civil war, on this singular planet, eclipsed even the most horrible of fights from most of their home galaxies. “Eventually, the loyalists won, and rejoined the Imperium. Ever since, the people of Krieg have fought in the deadliest of Imperial warzones to repent for their ancient betrayal.”

“Wait, wait, wait. There are people that live here? This isn’t just a military base?” asked an incredulous Solo.

“Yes,” replied Cain. “They live in massive underground cities, safely shielded from the worst of the radiation aboveground.”

“My god… there aren’t really words to describe that,” said Vir.

“Shuttle B-77401, you are cleared for landing,” came the voice of the controller. “Please wear radiation-proof suits. Commissar Jeicher will be present along with an honor guard to escort you.” The brown of mud gave way to a large, circular landing pad sunk into Krieg’s dead earth. The pad led to a set of stairs, travelling down into a set of heavy, sealed double doors, leading even further down into the ruined planet’s crust. On the pad were two figures, clad in greatcoats and gasmasks, flanked by a double line of soldiers. Vir and Solo set the shuttle down.

In the back, Cain had already pulled the hood of a radiation-proof bodysuit over his head, and attached an anachronistic looking gasmask. Over this, he donned an old and tattered Commissarial cap and greatcoat. Vir and Solo also donned much more modern-looking gas masks over their bodysuits, and went to the shuttle’s rear as Kril screeched about the dangers of radiation. With the quick press of a button, they activated the airlock and stepped onto the surface of the ruined planet.

Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance as they stepped down the shuttle ramp and came face to face with what they presumed to be Commissar Jeicher. He was wearing the same outfit as Cain, a Commissar’s cap and greatcoat covering his bodysuit and gas mask. Behind him was a double rank of soldiers, wearing grey greatcoats and gas masks, clutching their las rifles in the ‘present arms’ position. Next to Jeicher stood another figure, hands clasped neatly behind their back. This one was dressed in much fancier boots, and wore a cuirassier’s breastplate. A brown greatcoat was draped over the figure's shoulders, and Vir assumed it to be an officer. Jeicher reached out to shake each of the trio’s hands in turn.

“Admiral Vir. Captain Solo. Commissar Cain. A pleasure to have you on Krieg. I am Commissar Jeicher, and this is Captain Kust,” he said, pointing to the officer behind him. Kust offered a single, curt nod. “You wished to have a tour of the planet, and to see it’s capacity for making war. I can assure you, gentlemen, that Krieg is one of the finest planets in the Imperium in that regard. I trust you will not be disappointed.” As he said this, Jeicher led them down the path leading away from the shuttle and towards the underground tunnels. As they walked, a series of flashes lit up the horizon, followed by the booming of thunder. Jeicher raised a gloved hand and gestured in the general direction of the noise.

“About twenty kilometers in that direction, we have the artillery and live-fire drills of the soon to be 712th Death Korps Regiment. It is the be the newest regiment coming into Imperial service, and the thirtieth Death Korps regiment raised this month. They will soon be shipping out to Warzone Viclius in the Segmentum Pacificus to break a massive ork siege of the Viclius sector.” They reached the end of the twin lines of troopers.

“Right shoulder, arms!” yelled Kust, her voice (Vir could tell it was a ‘her’ underneath the mask now) managing to carry through both her mask and Krieg’s stormy atmosphere. “Left face!” The Korpsmen spun to face the heavy blast doors in perfect synchronicity. Jeicher inputted some sort of code, and, with a great creaking and grinding of metal, the doors slid open. “Forward, march!”

The group, followed by the honour guard, stepped into a large white room. As the doors closed behind them, various nozzles sprayed radiation-retardant foam onto them. The airlock process completed, the heavy set of double doors in front of them opened. Despite the decontamination, no one took their masks off.

The halls were quite familiar to Vir, but unlike anything he’d seen as a civilization. They were long, emotionless white and grey concrete bunker systems, lit by cheap yellow bulbs that still allowed him to see perfectly well. Endless, emotionless bunker halls. It saddened him. What a terrible way to live and grow up.

Through the long walkways, they passed seemingly thousands of Korpsmen, all wearing grey greatcoats, and staring from behind emotionless gas masks. They all blurred into one, and Vir was grateful that at least Jeicher, Kust, and their honor guard he could pick out from the crowd.

They reached another large double blast door, and the two Korpsmen standing guard outside snapped to attention. The group walked through, only for the three offworlders to stop short. The entire left half of the hallway was a massive clear window. Far beneath them, a full division of Death Korps Guardsmen marched through an utterly massive, hangar-sized underground hallway. It was an endless tide of grey coats and gas masks, the thud of their boots echoing up even past the glass of the observation deck. Tanks rolled past, along with smaller, two legged armored walkers.

“That’s the 122nd Siege Army. Newly formed. They’re shipping out to the southern part of Segmentum Ultima today,” said Jeicher. He made another motion, and the group, still followed by Kust and her honor guard, left the observation room.

They walked through more hallways, still stark and emotionless, until they got to another double door. This area of tunnels and bunkers seemed to have more Korpsmen around. Officers, wearing their higher, more polished boots and cuirassiers’ breastplates. The double doors opened, revealing a much more polished and refined room, made mostly out of metal. Computers clung to the walls, and workstations were filled with Death Korps soldiers, red-robed cybernetic tech-priests, and unmasked commissars.

“This is the central command room of this section of Krieg’s underground cities,” said Jeicher, continuing the tour. “All the regiments and supplies that are raised and produced in section Alpha-Gamma-551 are tracked here. As you can see, we have more than enough to outfit the two regiments this sector is raising.” They went through the room, through another series of hallways, and down multiple sets of solid but plain corrugated steel stairs.

“Here we have the underground munitions factories of Krieg,” said Jeicher, gesturing through another glass panel on an observation deck. This time, the windows led onto an utterly massive factory floor. Conveyor belts led to unknown machines, and churned out endless numbers of what seemed to be artillery shells. “As you can see, everything is completely on schedule.” Vir noticed workers, all wearing heavy grey suits and gas masks below. Some of them seemed to be… off, and it took a moment for him to realize precisely why.

“Wait a minute… are those children?” he wheeled around and demanded at Jeicher. He was met with the empty lenses of a gas mask.

“Yes,” replied Jeicher. “I do realize that many off-worlders not of the Munitorum or Mechanicus find the practice… distasteful, but-”

“Distasteful doesn’t even begin to cover it. More like abhorrent,” snarled Vir.

“If you cannot fight, you must serve,” intoned Kust. “All infertile males serve in the Death Korps. Most fertile males and infertile females serve in the Death Korps. Most fertile females and some fertile males serve in the munitions factories. Children cannot go to waste,” she finished, rattling off the practices of Krieg in a completely toneless voice. Vir looked like he was about to explode. Cain put a hand on his shoulder, and nodded towards the honor guard and their las guns. Noticing the mood in the room, Jeicher went on.

“I think it’s best if we go on,” he said. The group followed him through another set of hallways, and when Kust was out of earshot, Jeicher spoke to the trio of newcomers.

“Please don’t antagonize the Kriegers,” he said. “That’s why they have commissars, actually. To ease the transition between them and any allied forces.” “They deserve to die,” hissed Vir, still shaking with rage. Jeicher gave a mirthless laugh.

“Oh, they do. Their entire purpose, their entire existence, is to die in the Emperor’s wars. They want this.”

“Why?” asked Solo. “Why would anyone want this?”

“They are driven by one of the most powerful motivators in the world. Not anger, not love, not faith, but shame. Shame of their ancient rebellion. In the Emperor’s service, the Death Korps will pay any price.”

The group reached another viewing balcony. This one overlooked a much smaller room, where a group of children in grey overcoats drilled with small las carbines. Vir clenched his fist in rage, but said nothing.

“Present arms!” yelled an adult and fully uniformed drill sergeant from behind his gas mask. The children held out their weapons in front of them, many with as much or even more precision than Vir had seen of new GA marine recruits. Most of them looked to be no older than six or seven, making the workers in the factory even younger…

No. He did not want to think about that.

The drill instructor moved along the line of recruits (or children, if you were fortunate enough to not be raised in a post-apocalyptic militaristic hellhole, thought Vir.) The instructor spun and glared at one of the cadets.

“P-44271930,” he stated.

“Yes, sir!” replied the cadet, with the enthusiasm of a fresh recruit.

“What is your duty, P-44271930?” asked the instructor.

“To serve the Emperor’s will,” replied the cadet.

“And what is the Emperor’s will?” queried the instructor.

“That we fight and die!” Vir clenched down so hard he crushed the balcony bar in the viewing room.

“What is death?” asked the instructor.

“It is our duty!” replied the cadet. The instructor nodded.

“Very good, P-44271930.” He took a step back. “Right shoulder, arms!” Vir looked at Jeicher.

“They’re calling them by their serial numbers at that young of an age?” he asked, still fuming. Jeicher inwardly cringed. He suspected the esteemed Admiral would not like what came next.

“They don’t have names,” said Kust, with the subtlety of a sledgehammer.

“What?” asked Vir, in a ‘please, do try my patience’ tone.

“None of us have names,” replied Kust.

“You have a name,” pointed out Vir.

“You only get a name if you survive long enough to become an officer,” replied Kust.

“Really?” Vir wheeled around to face the leader of the honor guard. “What’s your name?” he asked.

“YH-5577933,” replied the man, in a completely emotionless voice. Vir threw his hands in the air, completely done.

“Fine.” He nodded at Jeicher. “Continue the tour,” he snapped. Jeicher nodded, and motioned them on. I have to get off this place as soon as possible, thought Vir. This is… beyond anything I thought possible.

I hope you enjoyed it. I find Krieg and the Death Korps are one of the most interesting groups in science fiction. Motivated by shame, they represent the worst humanity could ever become. However, they are utter badasses in battle. If you aren’t afraid to die, you can pull of some pretty heroic things. If you have any questions, comments, criticisms, concerns, requests, or want me to continue this story, please tell me! Have a great day!

It should be noted, of course, I do not own any of these characters. Vir and Kril belong to starr-fall-knight-rise, Cain belongs to Games Workshop, and Solo belongs to Disney.

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Your Words Aren’t Real (So Why Do They Hurt So Much?) by SuperSilverSpy

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Dick Grayson & Batfamily members, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Stephanie Brown, Dick Grayson & Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake, Hurt Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson-centric, Dick Grayson Whump, Whump, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Hurt, Hurt No Comfort, I seem to be doing a lot of that these days…, Whumptober 2021, Mind Control, fear toxin, Hallucinations, anyway, Angst, SuperSilverSpy, SilverGrayson, SilverWhump, Taunting, Insults, ”who did this to you?”

Summary:

“Sometimes I wish you were my father, but I know you could never be. Bruce will always be my real father. You were just an inadequate stand-in.”

Dick choked, barely noticing the swift kick to his ribs before he was already stumbling back, ducking around Steph’s fist as he fought to regain his balance.

“You were a terrible brother,” said the voices of Jason and Tim. “All you ever did with me was make mistakes.”

OR Mind Control with a heaping of Angst

No. 3 - STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT… taunting | insults | “Who did this to you?”

Series:

Part 3 of 2021 Most Whumperful Time of the Year - Dick Grayson-centric

Language: English Words: 1,645 Chapters: 1/1

Nightwing awoke in a warehouse, surrounded by Batman, Red Hood, Robin, Spoiler, and Red Robin. They were all passed out on the ground, strange devices wrapped around their heads. They seemed relatively unharmed, not a bruise or laceration or twisted limb in sight. He sighed in relief.

Looking around, Dick noted the absence of visible hostiles. He turned to Robin, who was closest to him and inspected the device around boy’s head; whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. He felt along the smooth metal, searching (or feeling) for a way to remove it.

A moment later, several ding! sounds echoed in the warehouse, emitting from the head devices. Damian’s eyes opened, glowing a vibrant yellow. Dick backed up as the rest of his family began to rise around him. He knew mind control when he saw it, though that didn’t stop him from asking, “Uh…guys? You still in there?”

Their faces remained expressionless as they turned threateningly towards him.

“Guess not,” he answered himself. “Looks like it’s just another exciting day in the life of the great and eternally stressed out Nightwing.”

He’d probably have to come up with yet another insightful and compelling speech to snap them out of it, par for the course for him at this point. Oh but how he wished it wasn’t. Every single time somebody in his family got brainwashed, or mind-controlled, or possessed (all of which happened way more often than it should), he was pretty much always the one to talk them down, or get beaten up and nearly killed for his efforts. It had reached a point where he wondered if Bruce was actively trying to get one of Dick’s siblings to accidentally kill him.

Well, at least one thing was different this time—he was facing off against five family members at once, instead of one, or two, or his entire f***ing team. But that was a story for another day.

Maybe, he could actually fight close to his full capability against them, without too much fear of hurting them. He didn’t have to knock them out or sedate them after all, he just needed to damage those device things around their heads.

Hood lunged at him first, guns drawn. Dick dodged, wrenching one of the man’s guns away with a grunt. He threw it across the room, knowing it did nothing for him in close quarters combat wherein he was attempting not to hurt, kill, or maim any of his would-be killers. There was no time for him to contemplate Jason’s likely reaction to the discovery of his ruined gun that would surely come later. Batman was already springing into action, fists swinging through the air in an unnaturally aimed-to-kill way.

Dick flipped around, dodging attacks from the two. He needed to bide his time, wait for the right opportunity to strike. He tried to electrocute them to short-circuit their metal head-band device things, but it didn’t really seem to do anything. He did, however, manage to get in a good hit to Jason’s head, which disoriented the man—and likely the person in control of him. Bruce went down next, Dick slipping the man’s belt out from around his waist in a move no one else in the world knew, and throwing a flash bomb in his face.

Pocketting what he could from the belt before tossing that too away (the emergency beacon didn’t work), he turned to face his new opponents. Spoiler and Robin, the short little duo wreaking havoc to his right, with Bruce and Jason getting back up on his left.

Whoever was controlling his family wasn’t the best at it, though forcing them to attempt murder against their own instincts was a feat in itself.

“You failed me,” said two very familiar voices in unison. It was Bruce and Damian.

Dick was so startled he almost didn’t manage to dodge the sneak attack Red Robin was attempting from behind.

“You failed the mission, our mission, you’ve failed the family I’ve given you, and the city I put in your responsibility.” It was just Bruce now, speaking blankly, words flowing out with no restraint.

Dick swallowed, but forced himself to ignore the man, ignore the words. It was probably just a program to detect negative emotion associated with thoughts of Nightwing and force the mind-controlled victim to...to say the thoughts out loud. Logically, he knew this.

Logic couldn’t prepare him for what came next.

“Sometimes I wish you were my father, but I know you could never be. Bruce will always be my real father. You were just an inadequate stand-in.”

Dick choked, barely noticing the swift kick to his ribs before he was already stumbling back, ducking around Steph’s fist as he fought to regain his balance.

“You were a terrible brother,” said the voices of Jason and Tim. “All you ever did with me was make mistakes.”

His vision had blurred at some point in time, he wasn’t sure when. A fist slammed into his jaw, a bow staff swiped at his feet. Purple flashed in the corner of his vision as his wrist was brutally snapped. Dick opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

“They say never meet your heroes. I guess they were right then, hmmm? Except you were never my hero, and yet you still managed to disappoint me anyway.” Steph’s tone was sharp and biting as she jammed a shuriken into his shoulder.

Dick pushed her away, doing a messy backflip to land on Bruce, using what little momentum he had to push off towards Jason, tackling him for the umpteenth time.

“You were unfit to be a mentor, just look at you now. And the students become the masters…” said the scathing voices of Dami, Steph, and Tim. Laughter echoed in his ears, sounding cruelly amused. No, this wasn’t them, they would never say such things…

“Oh it’s all true,” said a voice from behind him, Jay’s voice. “What is it, Goldie, can’t handle the pressure?”

Dick tried in vain to block the voices out, focusing just long enough to knock the device around Tim’s head askew.

The boy fell to the ground, reality mixing with fantasy as Tim’s eyes looked up at him, cold and lifeless, as blood pooled around Tim’s twisted body, as if he’d fallen… Corpse-pale lips parted, harsh words spilling out onto unforgiving ground, “You think I’m just like you, but you’re wrong. I’m better. You couldn’t beat me if you tried. I’m too pure, somehow untainted by your doomed soul, even after all this time.”

Crazed laughter echoed in Dick’s ears, even as he blinked and saw Tim as he actually was, lying unconscious—and alive, on the ground.

“Look at that, failing to protect those you love most? You’re worthless to them, and to me. I should never have taken you in.” The words were growled in a familiar deep register, and yet...the tone was unusually cruel—

Dick found himself sprawled on the ground, back still smarting from where he’d been kicked. He struggled to his good hand and knees, only to hear the sound of a gun cocking. He looked up. Jason stood above him, Steph and Damian on either side.

“Tt, Grayson, always so pathetic.” For a moment, Dami seemed to be wearing an older version of his uniform, from when he was still Dick’s Robin…

Steph tossed her hair back, giggling, and Dick saw her in a different costume, that of Robin, and then it changed to Batgirl. Gah, he was so confused.

She wasn’t. “You’re not going to make it this time around. How does it feel knowing we’d all be glad? You’ve hurt us more than helped us, Dick. It’s time you’ve faced that fact.”

Jason smirked down at him. “Any last words? We all know you don’t deserve them, but, well,” he smirked, “I’m feeling charitable today.”

Dick lunged upward, body tensed as if to tackle, arms outstretched as if to hug. Dick himself wasn’t quite sure what it was meant to be, what he wanted anymore…

Bang!

The gun went off, bullet burying itself in Dick’s side.

Three pairs of feet began to kick at his prone body from all sides. He curled in on himself, clutching desperately at the bullet wound, mind hazy with blood loss and something...else… A scraping noise, close to his ear. Dick barely registered it through the pain of the systematic blows raining down. Another pair of feet entered his vision, Bruce’s Batman boots. Dick panicked, using one hand to staunch the blood flow while the other went to his neck, to where he instinctively knew the real problem was. There was a device, attached to his neck, like a mini version of what the others had, but missing a few parts. He yanked it off, and immediately, he heard the thumps of his hopefully just unconscious family members falling to the ground.

Dick squinted at the device, as he felt himself joining them in the land of darkness. A familiar scarecrow label stared back at him, Jervis Tetch craftsmanship was practically written all over the thing as well…

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Jason woke, groggy and disoriented. He found himself amongst other bats, all lying on the floor in a circle like some kind of crazy sorcerer spell gone wrong. The others were slowly waking, blinking and shaking their heads as if to clear the fog away. And in the middle of it all, at the center of their little coming-back-to-the-land-of-the-living circle, lay Dick Grayson, covered in blood, close to passing out.

The guy was nearly unrecognizable, but Jason would recognize that ridiculous hairstyle anywhere. Scrambling over to his brother’s side, Jason ignored the way the room spun, placing a hand on Dick’s shoulder and looking down at the man, brow pinched in concern.

“Dickie?” he asked, “Who did this to you?”

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siimjaeyun · 3 years

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Hierarchy: Chapter 23

synopsis: everyone knows that high-school is a construct for a fake social hierarchy. so what happens when Jake, one of the school's nerds falls for y/n, the school's "it girl," and Jay's ex girlfriend?

note: use of curse words and angst

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(highly recommend listening to the song)

[11:59 P.M: heart break hour, jake]

jake sits at the edge of his bed sighing as he ignores your message and throws his phone to the side of the mattress. He lets his body sink down on the comforter, seeking warmth in the sheets and blankets that are stacked on top.

He stares at the ceiling of his wall: a black expression consumes him and his thoughts as he experiences his first heart break.

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It's been a week ever since the break-up, it's been a week since you've bothered to show up on campus and here he is pretending he isn't dieing to run to your home and ask if you're okay. Instead he sits back again in the similar position, sprawling his body and meeting eye to eye with the beige colors of the wall with earbuds on full blast.

Hopeless

As my dream dies

As the time flies

Love, a lost illusion

Helpless

Unforgiven

He thinks about the first time he fell in "love" with you. It was second grade: recess to be exact. Being the nerdy outcast made him vulnerable to nitpicking from the older or "cooler" kids on the play ground. He remembers a particular bully named Evan, one who pushed him off the swing sets and even threw away his collection of figurines he brought for show and tell. With his eyes full of tears, his seven year old self crouched down beside the trash can, until you had come around to save his day. Your little smile as you extended your hand while helping him take his figures out from the can. You were his angel in disguise and your image stuck into his mind and heart since then.

Cold and driven

To this sad conclusion

No beauty could move me

No goodness improve me

The small figures that once symbolized first love and hope now signified a bitter reality that he had created for himself. Jake wants to make himself into a man with no emotions, a man who is not worth of feeling, almost numbing himself into oblivion.

No power on earth

If I can’t love her

No passion could reach me

No lesson could teach me

Jake knows that you're a chunk of his heart despite the short time you had actually been together. The weeks of being all giggly as your friend and the weeks he spent hearing about your day are tattoed on his mind. There's nothing more powerful than you.

How I could have loved her

And make her love me, too

If I can’t love her, then who?

Long ago I should have seen

All the things I could have been

Careless and unthinking, I moved onward

Jake was careless and unthinking. Why did he say that to you? Why was he the one breaking up with you when usually it would be the other way around? Sticking to movie cliches, he shutters at the idea of the school it girl being rejected by the school's nerd and part time outcast.

No pain could be deeper

No life could be cheaper

No point anymore

If I can’t love her

A heart break was terrible. It was easier thinking that he had no chance than it was seeing he lost his chance. He experiences his second heart break that night.

No spirit could win me

No hope left within me

Hope I could have loved her

And that she’d set me free

His mother compliments him the day he arrives home after your first date. The child like wonder plastered on his face pleases his mother, knowing too well who it could possibly be. It saddens her to see him walk in the door with out a smile: only a fake one he manages to pull off last minute for her. He knew you were his source of happiness in the days of his peak, he's always known you'd make him better.

But it’s not to be

If I can’t love her

Let the world be done with me

If I can’t love her

Jake only continues to let small sighs escape from his lips; he shuts his eyes and imagines you in his head. He hopes the world swallows him whole while watching you assumingly slip away. He gets a notification on his phone from the school's rumor page online.

'jay and y/n confirm their engagement'

he experiences his third heartbreak that night.

If I can’t love her....

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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Not For Sale: Recess Week

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [ft. Sunghoon and Jake]

Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2.8k

Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.”

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Heeseung is panicking to: What Can I Do - Day6

The smile on Jay's face completely rips you of all your worries, especially when he drags you before the mirror and sticks a Minnie headband on your head.

He pulls out his phone and nudges you to strike a pose in the mirror, sticking his tongue out while you follow suit.

The glistening shimmer across his eyes make it both endearing and terrible to bear - the thought of you telling him to give it up was absolutely off the table as of now.

The pink headband on your hair matches with the blue one on his, and he's just dragging you around the store in a bid to find more merchandise he could make you pay for (though you know for sure he was going to offer to take the bill anyway).

The day had barely begun and he was already running on an all-time high. It's dangerously addicting, and you don't think you'd be able to escape his adrenaline at all.

By the time you leave the store, more tourists have come in, but the lack of students your age made it a lot more tolerable and the theme park just wasn't as crowded as you'd expect it to be on a holiday.

The late morning sun was shining down on the both of you, his hands waving the Disneyland map around as he gestures to the different rides.

You'd be a bitch if you ruined his happiness now, wouldn't you?

Jay made it a point to think up a plan for the entire day just so he'd be able to go for all the attractions with you, somehow managing to slip in time for lunch and dinner.

His skin is a honey shade under the sun when you're on your 5th ride. The sweat that's trickling down the side of his cheekbone cues the thought: I should-

But he beats you to it, and carefully wipes a few strands of hair off your forehead stuck to your temple.

He's definitely saying something too, but none of it goes in. Not when your heart is racing from the minuscule physical contact - does he even know what he's doing?

You must admit to yourself, you got frustrated (read: angry, annoyed, troubled) with how well Jay carried himself throughout the Disneyland date.

How was he keeping himself together? Was he that full of confidence that everything would go his way? - In which it kind of was - granted that you weren't going to tell him anything about not being interested.

It's all the little things that he does, sometimes with a lack of expression, that makes you rethink your decision.

But it hits you time and time again that no matter which one you chose, you had 7 weeks left.

And who else could you blame but your father?

Maybe I am a bitch.

"Do you need help with that?" Jay coyly asks without even looking at you.

The plastic over the disposable cup was impossible to get the straw through, now leaving a mess of a wrinkled blob on the material.

"No, I'm-" You go at it once more, and the end of the straw crumples instead.

Without another word, Jay reaches over to you and takes your cup, picking the straw from your fingers before running it through the plastic.

"Thanks."

He hums, just as the sushi arrives at the table.

Half the items here were definitely not within your budget, but in some alternate universe, Jay somehow knew you'd like them and ordered them anyway.

So much for paying for your meals.

Casually thanking the way, he pulls off his Mickey headband and dusts it off, setting it down next to him before going for the cutlery.

He's gone pretty quiet compared to earlier on in the day, so it wasn't hard to figure out that he's spent.

Even more of a reason why I shouldn't ruin his night.

"You alright?" Jay raises a brow, waving chopsticks under your nose.

"Hm?" You raise both brows, slightly startled.

"You were zoning," He runs his fingers through his slightly greasy hair, then picks up his phone to take a picture of the food - and you.

"I'm fine," You pull down your peace sign and bite your smile away, instead, chewing on your bottom lip as he rearranges the sushi plates, deliberately pushing the more expensive ones to you. "You look tired too."

"Who said I'm not?" He yawns through a wide smile, laughing as he sniffles it out. "It was fun though, right?"

"Yeah," Your tired eyes trail as he finally settles the arrangement, obviously pleased with himself as he clacks his chopsticks together.

'Yeah'? That's your best answer?

Jay waits for you to pick up the first piece of sushi before he starts, and for the next 10 minutes, you eat in silence with him occasionally asking you to take something you haven't touched.

And it wasn't a romantic kind of silence.

If you could dig a hole right below your feet and crawl into it, you would. You've been friends with him for 7 weeks and yet you can't hold a decent conversation?

What's wrong with you?

You couldn't decide if it was just the fatigue that set in from a whole day out, which, in retrospect, was probably not a good idea.

You felt awkward, but Jay looked completely fine: absorbed in his own world of sushi and making sure you had your fill of salmon sashimi and unagi.

You know, the clanking of plates and distant chatter of other patrons that overwhelmed the lack of it at your table? He wasn't looking at his phone, nor zoning.

He was just... eating.

So you were nothing more than two idiots on a date that didn't work out, huh?

"Where are you off to?" Sunghoon's eyes widen, greeting Jay as he steps out of the room. Jake was by his side, ready to enter Heeseung and Jay's room.

"Going out to meet my dad," Jay squats and pulls his shoes out from the cabinet.

"Oh," Jake hums. "We were just about to pummel you about your date yesterday."

Jay chuckles, fingers twirling the laces and tying them. Sunghoon looks up and into the room, watching Heeseung sniffle while writing down some notes at his table.

"It went well."

Sunghoon looks back down and glances at Jake who's got a nonchalant brow raised.

"It obviously didn't."

Jay grunts, yawning as he stands. "Well or not, I still scored a date, so-"

The two boys blink at Jay, watching him turn to bid goodbye to Heeseung.

"I'm off."

"Aight, bye."

"Bye."

Jake and Sunghoon wait until Jay disappears into the lift lobby, hands fiddling with his earpiece to shove them into his ear canals.

They turn back and step into the room, Jake throwing himself onto Heeseung's bed and Sunghoon crossing his arms over his chest.

"It didn't go well, did it?"

Heeseung twirls his pen over his index finger, yawning at his notes. "Nope."

"And you're still going out with her tomorrow?"

Heeseung pauses and turns, scratching his cheekbone.

The silence is an answer on its own.

"You're absolutely fucked."

"I'm not fucked."

"You are."

"Oh, my God."

"Look, I'll just- after tomorrow, I can get Jay off my back regarding her, and- and I'll just see how it goes!" Heeseung shrugs, pouting at Sunghoon with wide eyes.

The younger was standing with his arms tight across his chest, unimpressed and in utter disbelief that the older had even thought about taking Jay's suggestion, much less actually do it.

Sprawled across Heeseung's bed is Jake, periodically tossing a stress ball up into the air and catching it. With his free hand tucked under his neck, he listens to the conversation that's on the verge of an argument.

"I have-" Sunghoon sighs, bringing his fingers up to his temples and rubbing them with his eyes shut. "Thinning- and I mean, THINNING patience- for how this whole thing is turning out."

"It's true," Jake chimes in, lifting his head backwards and looking at Heeseung upside-down. "He won't shut up about it."

"I just- first of all, when I said you should tell Jay or not give up on the girl to hurt his pride, I didn't mean 'ask her out'. Secondly, if Jay's so adamant about asking her out, hasn't she already figured out that Jay's into her?"

Sunghoon pauses.

"Have you done anything to try to impress her?"

Heeseung pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue and glances at Jake, eyes on him now.

"No."

Sunghoon squints. "Liar."

"Okay, so I- I comforted her once when she messed up her mid-terms and- I asked her to tutor me for the test and we watched the documentary together and-"

"'And'?!" Sunghoon shrieks, pressing his palms into his hair. "How many 'and's' do you need...!!!"

"And... I may or may not have sent her home multiple times."

Jake snickers, finally tilting his head into a normal position. "Oh, you're fucked, alright."

"That doesn't make me feel better."

"That's because you shouldn't!" Sunghoon slaps him on the shoulder, earning a sharp wince from Heeseung. "And what's that girl doing, toying with both your feelings like that?"

"I honestly don't think she knows."

"Shut up, she's a scholar."

"Book-smart doesn't mean emotionally intelligent."

"If you actually did what you said you've done... and she just went out with Jay yesterday, then the girl must know that it's not that simple with either of you."

Heeseung pauses to contemplate his words.

Heeseung can't really get enough of your politeness when you order the food for takeaway. You had shown up in a simple camisole, cardigan and shorts.

As per described, simple.

But he finds himself unable to tear his attention off you, marveling at how different you looked than when you were in school.

He holds onto the pizza and chicken as you lay down the mat into the sand, some kids running past with a dog and giggling out into the waters.

The ocean was reflecting the late afternoon sun, every ripple and every little bubble glimmering a shade of blue and white.

You pull off your shoes and step onto the mat, taking the food from him and placing them strategically onto the mat to weigh it down.

He sucks in a deep breath as you carefully lay out the items, using your feet to spread the material evenly before reaching over to him as he tries to slip off his shoes.

The uneven sand under his feet give up on him, instincts grabbing onto your hand before he topples over.

The smile and laughter erupts all over your face in your lips, teeth, voice and eyes and Heeseung hates the feeling he gets when his heart stops.

But all he's thinking about is Jay and how shit of a date he said the amusement park was.

"Are you okay?" Your voice, light as feathers, comb through his anxious thoughts. Your grip is light but firm on his forearm as you pull him onto the mat, the plastic crinkling under his feet as he finds his centre of gravity again.

"Yeah," Heeseung gulps and lips his dry lips, feeling your hold loosen around him. You step back, returning your attention to the food as he glances up at the sky and the surroundings. Your white cardigan, white camisole and beige shorts are nothing but complementary to the beach sights.

In fact, the beach complemented you.

"Heeseung," You reach over and give his knee a little tap on his knee. He looks down at you from the horizon, eyes glimmering under the saturated sunlight.

"You okay?" You ask again, raising a brow out of concern.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," He looks flustered, patting down his shirt and sitting opposite you with the boxes between you.

"Sorry, I was just..."

Just what?

"Thinking about the test next week."

No, I wasn't.

"Huh," You grin to yourself, looking back down at the food as you pull apart the boxes. "Are you thinking about it or panicking about it?"

Neither.

"Thinking about it," Heeseung clears his throat and inhales the scent of cheese and onions and tomatoes and fried chicken skin.

"You did well for your first test, so... just focus on whatever's that's left. Week 6 and the documentary," Pulling out a bottle of hand sanitiser from your bag, you offer it to him and he takes it.

"Yeah, I'm not too sure about whatever was tested from the first few weeks."

"What?" You frown at him with a distasteful smirk, taking the bottle back from him as he wipes his hands. "You're a top scorer! Surely that's gonna drive you to... outdo yourself again."

Heeseung shakes his head, reaching over and pulling the pizza slices apart. "Unlike you, I don't really care for a streak. I just want a pretty report card, as far as I can help it."

"You still have half a week left, so," He hands you a slice and you take it gracefully, turning to face the sea before the wind blows your hair all over your lips.

There's something calming about the way the water washes into the sand, creating white noise in silence where you should probably be talking to him.

But every time you turn and take something else from the box, you manage to steal a glance at him.

His eyes were reflecting the horizon, the ball of fire replacing his pupils and his nose drawing a gorgeous line of shadow over his philtrum.

Then he turns after finishing the slice in his hand, and the little smudge of tomato sauce in the corner of his lips attracts your attention.

"Keeping that for supper?" Sucking on your teeth, you glance down at the finishing food in the box.

"What?" Heeseung's tongue darts out and messily attempts to search for whatever you were looking for, but the dried-out sauce is stubborn despite his tongue already finding it.

"That's disgusting," You wince at him, picking up a napkin and wiping your fingers.

"I'm trying."

With a slightly embarrassed smile, you pick up another napkin and wave to get his attention.

"Do you mind?""

Heeseung blinks, then leans across boxes to you with his arm supporting his weight below his shoulders.

You try your best to avoid his eyes, so your attention solidifies onto his mouth where the stain was. With some energy, you drag the napkin across his skin, the red sauce coming off and staining the ivory instead.

But Heeseung can't hide the tiny smile that grows across his face.

Not when he can tell you're holding your breath.

"You should invest some time in swimming," He whispers, just as the last bit of sauce comes off.

"Huh?" You raise a brow in confusion, the question forcing you to breathe again.

"Nothing," He gently shakes his head, dribbling his fringe over his brows and eyelashes.

The rest of the evening is spent talking about your life back at home. Where Byeol was. Where your mother was. Where all your other friends were.

Then even outside the gates to your apartment, Heeseung's joke still has you giggling, your stomach aching and eyes tearing.

Heeseung sighs, watching you stop outside the gate and the security guard waving to him first even before he spots you.

"Wow, you might as well just..." You throw your hands up in a shrug. "Make friends with him at this point."

Heeseung chuckles, sucking his lips in between his teeth. "Thank you for hanging out with me today."

"Of course," You return his smile, your fingers interlocking with one another. "I had fun."

"Same."

A few cars drive past.

Heeseung nods, seemingly anxious as he shoves his hands into his pockets.

"Well, it's been fun."

"Mhm."

He nods again, feet rooted to the floor though his shoulders were already swaying from trying to turn away.

"Well, um-"

Then a surge of confidence washes over you, convincing you that it was a good idea for you to tiptoe and press a kiss to his cheek.

Heeseung's eyes widen when you return to flat ground, taking a step back and scanning his face for any sign of complete disgust.

But he blinks at you like a confused puppy, his entire body frozen like he was just dumped into a tub of ice.

"Anyway, goodnight," You hastily spit, turning around and fishing out your keycard.

"Wait," He takes a big step forward and wraps his fingers around your arm to pull you around.

By now your heart is racing and stopping at the same time.

Then your vision goes slightly blur and your head flashes point-blank as he leans down to peck your cheek as well.

"Goodnight."

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innocent-chris-evans-slut · 4 years

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Sinful Fuck

My Masterlist ✨

Requests are open.

Word Count: 2,4k

Type: smut

Summary: you and Ransom have a son. One evening they’re both hungry -of different things-; how can you feed both at the same time?

Warning(s): NFSW, +18, swearing, unprotected sex, hair pulling, spanking

You were reading a book, finally enjoying a couple of hours of peace, when you heard a loud and desperate cry coming for upstairs. You panted and ran in your son’s bedroom, picking him up from his crib and bringing him close to your chest.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you ask him, even if you know he isn’t able of doing it yet, “What do you want?” you saw his tiny hands aiming at your breasts and you immediately got why he had gotten up.

You smiled and hold him closer while you climbed downstairs, you dragged his stroller next to the couch, where you sat down and uncovered your left breast, letting your baby boy taking your left nipple between his lips and sucking it, “Calm down, mini Ransom”, you called him like that only when he behaved like his father and, at that moment, he was acting possessive and craving just like his father.

Sometimes you wondered how you managed to marry Ransom Drysdale. When you had met him, he was the asshole Ransom Drysdale everyone knew, but as time went by, he had become a better version of himself and you couldn’t help but fall in love with him every day more. He had proposed at Christmas two years before and in a matter of months you were wearing a wedding band next to your engagement diamond. Then you got pregnant and there you were, taking care of your son while Ransom was running the best-to-be company in Massachusetts.

You rubbed your thumb on his little forehead while you saw him becoming red as he sucked harder on your nipple. You flinched when he pressed his gums together in order to get more milk from you. You adjusted the position of your breast and gave it back to him.

“I’m home!”

You heard Ransom roughly closing the front door and his heavy steps coming closer to the two of you. When he showed himself to you, his eyebrows were furrowed, his lips tightened in a line and his jaw clenched, “Honey, are you alright?”

“Clearly, I’m not!” he sat down on the armchair in front of you and took his boots off, “I had a terrible day at work. all the people I work with are stupid idiots!”

“Hey, can you keep it low? I’m trying to put him to sleep”, you slowly removed your nipple from his lips and, with the help of your other arm, you re-dressed, “Also, can you go to the grocery store? I need-“

“Seriously? I’m telling you that I’ve had a shitty day at work and what do you do? You tell me to do shopping?” Ransom threw his phone on the coffee table standing in-between the two of you, before your husband moved it away.

“Hon, what are you doing?”

He tossed his sweater to the floor and brought your legs up on the couch, “I’m fucking you”, he replied calmly. The short and large dress you were wearing helped him reaching for his target: your pussy. He undressed you from your panties and threw them behind your back -most probably in the kitchen.

“Wait- Are you fucking me with Jay in my arms? That’s-“ you stopped, you didn’t have a word to describe what he was thinking of doing, “That’s sinful”, you managed to say, firmly holding your little boy in your arms.

“That’s sinful, right. But you weren’t complaining when I was fucking you with your wedding dress on, with all our guests waiting for us. Or the thousands of times you would suck my dick ‘cause you were willing to during your pregnancy”, while talking he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, “I’ll tell you what’s really sinful from you: you enjoying me covering your round belly in cum when you were pregnant”, he got rid of his trousers, standing in front of you with only his underwear on. Through the thin fabric of his boxers, you could state how hard he already was and, for the hundreds of times you had seen it, you could picture the reddish tip of him, begging for some attention from you, “Now, tell me, how do you think we’ve conceived this little man? Praying? Oh, you’ve been on your knees, but for sure you weren’t begging God-“

You stopped him here. All the dirty talk he was doing made you very needy -not that it was a problem standing in the same room of Ransom- and your clit was throbbing, though your husband hadn’t still touched you, “If he cries, you stop”.

“Yes, ma’am.”

You made more room for him, spreading your legs even more open and you saw him lowering a bit before lining up with your entrance. Ransom rubbed the tip of his length between your folds, testing your wetness, and then started playing with his fingers, “R-ransom-“ your moaned, desperately trying not to cry out -as you were usual doing.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he had that smirk on his face, the one you hated in the bedroom, “What’s wrong?”

You knew what he wanted and how he wanted it. You closed your eyes and threw your head back; you tightened your grip around James’ little body with one hand while the other one went to Ransom’s bicep.

He kept teasing you, by gently caressing and then stinging your folds. Ransom knew you were about to cry out when he saw you holding back a scream, “What’s wrong sweetheart?”

You breathed in and out slowly, “Hugh Ransom Drysdale if you don’t put your cock inside me and start fucking me, you’ll sleep on the couch for a week. At least”, you said, sticking your nails into his shoulder.

“That’s what I thought”, he slid the tip of his hardening cock against your warm and soaked core, “Always so wet for me”, your husband brought two fingers to your mouth and let you wrap your tongue around them, so that they would be wet enough when he slipped them inside your channel.

You flinched and let out a moan, “P-please, Ransom”, you wrapped your arm around his underarm and squeezed it, “No games. I need this, I need to feel you”.

Your husband -you really liked calling him that way- hit your soft spot with his middle finger, making you see stars, “You’ll feel me for days, after tonight. This little bean better sleep all night long, I have plans on knock you up…again”, he removed his fingers and soon replaced them with his thick and hard cock.

“Fuuck”, you wide-opened your eyes and watched as Ransom pulled himself out of you, only to thrust into your pussy harder than before, “I missed this”.

“What? How good I fuck you or…uh, you’ve always been so thigh”, Ransom increased his pace and every time he made sure to hit every single angle of your channel. When you felt him hitting your cervix, the knot in your stomach grew bigger and it was a matter of second before you came with a chocked cry. “Yes, fuck, I knew it was there. Now it’s my turn”, he smirked and came closer to you, “Hold on, baby”, then glanced at your child still in your arms, “And also him”. His hands grasped the seatback and he started pounding into you with inhuman pace.

After James was born, Ransom and you had never had a moment alone and, if you had, it was quickly interrupted by his mother, or his grandfather, or James’ crying. That was the reason why he was fucking you like it was the last time, giving all of him, releasing all the stress he had been accumulated in the last period. And, damn, you really hoped he could save something for later.

“Fuck”, you whispered, closing your eyes and resting your head on you child’s, “Too much, Ransom”, you felt so overwhelmed with pleasure that you almost didn’t acknowledge the second wave of pleasure hitting you right away. Your mouth involuntary opened in a ‘o’ and slowly let out a deep breath. Your chest raised up and down rhythmically as you tried to calm yourself down.

“Oh, baby”, one second after you felt hot spurts of cum being released into your channel and Ransom didn’t come out until he had recovered his breath, “Damn, you look so beautiful. Have I ever told you how stunning you look in your post-orgasm?”

If there was something about Ransom that you would have never changed was his dirty talking. He would make you cum only doing his talking and you were certain he would experience that, in a more relaxed moment. Maybe as a foreplay, before fucking you stupid -you thought.

“Hey, give him to me”, your husband stretched his arms out and took your baby from your hands, before pulling out of you and place him in his carriage, “He’s peacefully sleeping. This means I can force another orgasm out of you”, he playfully spalled your ass cheeks and motioned you to get up.

Right when you were about to smarten yourself up, Ransom took your wrists in his big hand, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What?” you asked, totally unconscious of what his plans for you were, “I thought-“

“Nope. You don’t think. You do as I say”, he pushed your dress down and, helping himself with his foot, he tossed it near to the armchair’s base, “Kitchen, now”, he used his don’t-fuck-with-me tone and it made your core clench.

As if you were still a teenager, you rushed in the kitchen and leaned against the counter, waiting for your husband to join you, “What do you want me to do, daddy?”

The first time you had called him like that was right after realizing you were expecting a child from him; you came up with that ‘nickname’ thinking it was funny, but in the bedroom, it was everything but funny. Calling him ‘daddy’ had woken up some primordial instincts which you were glad you were the only one able to satisfy them.

“Oh”, Ransom caressed you cheek, “By the time I will be done with you, you’ll be so sore and your pussy will ache so much that you won’t be able to take our son into your arms”, Ransom grabbed a stool and sat down, not before getting rid of his trousers and underwear.

He was naked and ready for round two, a sight which gave you goosebumps. His thick and erect cock moving as he approached you got you soaked.

“Turn.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle and do as he’d ordered. You knew the rules: you couldn’t look behind, so your eyes were set in front of you, while your hands were tightened around the edge of the sink. Ransom put pressure at the base of your spine, making you bend over the counter and you shivered when your nipples met the cold marble surface.

“What’s wrong, mummy?” he caressed both your sides and placed you perfectly between his legs; one movement and you would feel the tip of his cock at your entrance, “Is it cold?”

You mumbled in response and tilted your head back when Ransom grabbed a bunch of your hair and made you arch your back.

“Poor baby”, he made sure you were to take him once again and deepened his grasp around your waist. You were sure bruises would have surfaced in the morning, yet you didn’t care until Ransom would feel you good. “Are you ready?”

Again, you mumbled a ‘yes’, and became breathless when you felt Ransom’s thick and long cock making his way inside you. The moans escaping from your mouth were almost pornographic -fortunately James was still asleep.

You loved everything about that position; Ransom would have easy access to each spot of yours, he would hit every single spot that made you moan. You would welcome his entire length in your channel, allowing his cock to hit your cervix every now and then. And, what you loved the most, you liked that position because he would spank you. His big, callous hands would reach your ass cheeks and leave signs that he had been there, and you loved the vibration, which would go straight to your clit.

“I should record you next time”, Ransom began slowly -as was usual for him-, moving your hips on his lap with circular movements, “Do you remember what they said in the hospital? ‘He’s so cute’”, he bit your shoulder and forced your head down by putting a hand on it, “If only they knew how good I fucked you at our wedding. You were so hot that day”, you were surprised by his thumb wandering on your spine, which stopped before your arsehole, “Dressed in white. As if you were a virgin, but you’re not. How many times had I fucked you stupid before that day?”

His question urged a reply and you were too lost to give it to him, yet he did want an answer form you. Ransom knew every weak point of yours, he knew that if he stopped moving, your high would fade away and he would come before you, ruining your own orgasm. So he did it, he stopped and impaled you, “I’ve asked you a question. How many times?”

You gasped in search of air, yet you managed to give him his answer, “A lot, daddy. A lot”, you arched your back as you felt your walls clenching around him, “Please, make me cum”.

“As you wish, mommy”, he kicked the stool to a side and quickly and deeply thrusted into you, “C’mon, girl. Cum”, he wasn’t asking, he was ordering it and you satisfied him, stretching him and holding him into you until he came too, leaving all his seed inside you. “I love you so much”, he kissed the entire length of your spine up to your neck, then turned you around, “My life would me miserable without you”.

Ransom always acted like an asshole, but he wasn’t; with you he had always been the caring and sweet Ransom, your husband and father on your son.

“I love you too, hon”, you kissed him and let him embrace you and take to your bedroom. As soon as he laid you down on the soft mattress, you asked: “Can you keep an eye on Jay? I would really like to sleep”.

“Sleep, I’ll take care of him”, Ransom left a kiss on your forehead and made sure you were already sleeping when he left the room. Once in the living room he checked on your son and sat down on the couch, right next to his carriage, “Sorry, pal. I know, that wasn’t respectful. But we gotta work on your little sister, or brother”, then he grabbed the newspaper and read about how the Patriots were training for their match in the weekend.

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juniaships · 3 years

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Odelloyd (Yodel shipping)

Since @minecraftninjerkid expressed interest I wrote a particularly long post about Odette and Lloyd Garmadon's relationship. It's basically set in my AU of the while Ninjago canon. It's pretty angsty in some parts, and honestly I love this couple because it's a story of two individuals who learn to trust and like TALK with each other and work out their issues together! Plus I feel like if Lloyd needed another love interest within canon it should be someone who can match his energy, a strong young lady who works side by side with him!

Harumi is still the princess but now she has a LADY IN WAITING!! YAYAY

Mostly because she needed a morality pet in some way but also a foil to show if Harumi hadn't been so consumed by personal demons

Odette was a homeless orphan living on the streets with her sister; often stealing from food carts to feed themselves

One night Odette made the mistake of stealing from one of the SOG and they catch her and bring her to their base

Instead of being mad Harumi was impressed by her thieving skills and decided to recruit her. Odette didn't want to at first but then she had second thoughts thinking the extra money could help her and baby sis

So Harumi brings her back and manages to convince the Emperor and Empress to hire Odette as a lady in waiting & decoy if Harumi needed to sneak out to do her business Odette is So instead of it being Harumi it's Odette who stays and befriends the ninja

Odette had NO IDEA her friend plotted to blow up the palace - with her still inside - not great thinking there o' Quiet One

She also had no idea how AWESOME Lloyd is on a motorcycle: "Sweet moves grasshopper!"

They stop at several places gathering clues on the location on the final mask leaving a lot of time for Lloyd and odette to bond; for the first time in forever Odette starts to enjoy life again

The Ninja take Odette in and decide to search for the final mask. Odette does what she can to help out (and find info) getting close to them and my OCs

Lloyd even buys her a gift: a lotus shaped hairpin to replace the one she lost in the palace fight

The jungle incident happens; Lloyd and Odette separates for a while and she comes across the real princess who had stalked the group the whole time undercover

But she's afraid that her big secret might come out everywhere she goes she's often looking over her shoulder

Odette starts to really enjoy the Ninja's company and all her perceived notions about them fade; but she still had to find Harumi to try to talk her out of her plot

Odette meets up with Lloyd inside the caves and they look for the final mask. Finally they see it and Lloyd grabs it, happy that they found the masks before the gang did but notices Odette isn't feeling the same

She's tells Harumi that they're all making a HUGE mistake with the Masks; Harumi of course refuses and orders her to stick to the plan or else

He asks her what's wrong and that's when Odette becomes hysterical and begs Lloyd to destroy the mask or run

Lloyd doesn't know whay she's talking about and tries to calm her down suddenly they hear some sarcastic clapping and in steps in Harumi. Dressed in full Royal Garb

Lloyd is confused and doesn't understand looking back and forth between the newly revealed Princess and the one next to him

Harumi reveals that she is - was - the real princess and that Odette was acting as her decoy to spy on the ninja. She hadn't count on Lloyd catching feelings for Odette which made it all the more sweeter

Odette pleas with Lloyd claiming that while she was ordered to spy, her feelings for him and his friends were genuine. Lloyd coldly brushes he brushes her off and calls her a liar and demands Harumi why she planned all this. The Princess explains that the Ninja failed to save her family from the Great Devourer & that it was Lloyd himself who unleashed such monster on the city killing her parents and several civilians

Harumi also revealed that she had the Emperor and Empress assassinated as punishment for their inaction during that event, and subsequent failure in treating her like a person. "They didn't want a daughter they wanted a Princess."

Harumi takes out her knife and begins attacking Lloyd; Odette watches helplessly as they fight and in the ensuing chaos Harumi knicks Lloyd and orders Odette to return to their group

The Ninja wait by the docks and discovers Odette and the real princess together. They're shocked to see two Princesses; the real Harumi admits her plan knowing they wouldn't last for long to do anything to stop her. An Angry Kai yells at Odette for selling them out

Then the monster attack happens because it is drawn to the mask's essence; Lloyd saves Odette from being crushed, she tries to use the brief chance to explain but he still brush her off

The SOG board their ship and leaves; Odette wallows in guilt Harumi snarky asks her if she really thinks the Ninja are her friends. Odette shakes her head no and looks out the window praying for them to be alright

Back at the city the SOG takes Misako (and Cole's gf Rhenée) hostage to draw Lloyd out. Odette is no longer in her casual clothes but in SOG attire; at the ritual she pretends to be clumsy hoping to stall the ritual long enough

Rhenée asks Odette if she's willing to risk her soul for the terrible actions of other, hoping that Odette can make the right choice. This makes her think about her placement in the SOG

Suddenly the ninja crashes the party just in time and battles the gang. Odette frees Rhenee and Misako and allows herself to be apprehended

Outside she's sitting in the police van when Lloyd walks by and she begs him to hear her out. He wants to listen but is furious with her for betraying them and cuts her off

The ninja head to a bar to celebrate their victory; Lloyd has an honest talk with his mother about Harumi and vows to never trust again. Rhenée says that while Odette lied to them she notices that she's very different from the rest of the SOG

At the jailhouse Odette is sobbing at having lost everything - her friends, her life, and maybe even her sister. She takes out the lotus pin and is about to throw it way when she hears some commotion outside. Apparently the ritual brought back a monster. Fearing for her sister's safety she uses the pin to unlock her cell and sneaks out

Lloyd is too occupied with protecting Baby Wu to fight off Harumi; before she knocks him off Odette arrives & saves him and the baby

In the chaos the Monster arrives and tries to crush them all, Odette gives Lloyd enough time to escape but she falls to her supposed death in the process

Once the battle is over the four original ninjas are nowhere to be seen and are presumed dead

They find out Odette disappeared also, and believe her to he dead too

Harumi and her gang express joy at their enemies demise; and the gang no longer recognize Odette as their own seeing her as a traitor. Deep down Harumi feels a tiny bit pain over the loss of her only real friend but quickly sets that aside to prepare one last scheme

Lloyd grieves Odette's loss regretting they never had the chance to really TALK about what happened between them.

Unknown to everyone, the ninja and Odette were transported to the First Realm

Seasons 9&10 ramps up the angst

Cole is the first one who demands to hear her explanation. Odette explains her backstory and says whole none of it justifies her lies she has now become aware of her actions and is willing to help the ninja FOR REAL FOR REAL

The ninja do NOT want Odette anywhere near them after her betrayal and for a while shuns her.

Zane is the second one; his relationship with former merc Jetta he understands a bit what it's like to choose bad things for survive

Jay and Kai takes the longest: Jay because he's paranoid that Odette may just be evil and insane as Harumi; Kai because he is very protective of Lloyd (who he sees as a younger brother, and even had begun to saw Odette as another sister) and furious that she'd hurt him and their whole team like that

This leads to a series of trials for Odette to prove that she's willing to atone; she actually finds the last dragon's nest and vows to protect it

Meanwhile in Ninjago the city started an underground resistance led by Lloyd and Nya; Lloyd took in Odette's sister to take care of her now that she is gone

Odette and the Ninja finds a way out of the first realm and arrives with their new dragons. Odette splits off to confront Harumi and sees her on top of a building...which is about to fall much to her horror

Lloyd witnesses the scene and shouts Odette's name; the building collapses and he sinks to his knees in fear

Everyone watches with baited breath and cheers as they see both girls and the dragon coming out of the smoke alive

Lloyd and Odette apologize to each other then go off with their friends to fight off the Oni invasion

Once everything is over & Harumi decides to turn a new leaf and surrenders, everyone gathers at the monastery to celebrate. Wu invites Odette and her sister a permanent home with them

After s10 they don't get back together that quickly. Lloyd still has trust issues as in canon and Odette feels like shit believing herself to tbe the cause. Lloyd says it's not her fault, he's simply fed up with random villains coming at him for the crime of being the Chosen One.™

Odette isn't exactly let off easy by the public; there's multiple conspiracies about her and stuff and some aren't exatly forgiving her for working with a group that killed the royal family and destroyed the city. In order to redeem herself in the eyes of the public Odette starts training to become a real Ninja, doing little side missions to help people even something as simple as helping little old ladies use an escalator. Lloyd supports her every step of the way, using his popularity "and natural charisma" to dispel any rumors about her.

#oc lore #ninjago #ninjago season 8 #lloyd x oc #lloyd garmadon #oc: odette #candyshipping

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heleizition · 4 years

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How Alfred interact with his shifter babies? Where is Barbara in all of this? Is she a shifter or human? Also, I want to know more about Tim's parents... How was they and how Tim ended up with batfamily?

ok hold on . .. i need a second . .. im thinking about alfred holding like, baby panther dick in hi arms n smilng softly,,, jst . .. give me a moment . ..... like ... hes cooking n hyerna jason who’s starting to grow jst sits beside him n tucks his head on the counter n looks at alfred like feed me and alfred is so so fond of his grandsons yk,,, of his family,,,, cries

OK SO beside that tim shifts from cat to human the first time with alfred,,, hes a safe adult in his eyes and he trusts him and its a trust alfred hasnt and wont ever betray. cass just likes to sit on his shoulder while he has tea,,, he makes her a cup and she flies over to drink when she feels like it but mostly she’s chilling. steph usually runs around and tries to pick things up to “help” alfred and he gives her lil pets,,,, duke usually feels like in the way when hes shifted and alfred is cleaning up or working around him so he usually shift back and helps and it makes alfred smile a lot even after he tries to shoo duke away bc thats His Job yk,,, duke still helps sefooefshofse

OK UM i admit i did not think of babs bc she always slips from my mind,,,, i dont have a big connection to her character,,,, im not sure if she’s a shifter yet i gotta think but i kinda feel ,,, fox for her,,,,, if u have other suggestions im open ? i dont know much about her character sadly,,,,

OK SO under the cut is tim’s story n how he met and ended up w the bat, big tw for animal (shifter) abuse and child abuse, starvation, abandonment, umm mutilation & description of injury

tim first turned into a cat (to his parents knowledge) when he was about 4 or 5. he’d been already introduced to the world but as he was a small child they hadn’t really been showing him around everywhere so only a handful of people knew/remembered small boy tim. janet has a particular hate toward that branch in her family that can shift so she’s really jst. hating her son having it and she immediately just. decides that she just doesnt want to see him. so jack and her just start locking him in a tiny cat cage, which prevent him from turning back into a boy, feed him catfood when they remember to feed him. at some point they get him declawed (which gives him terribly vivid nightmares of human him getting his fingers torned off of his hand) and when they leave they give him a tight collar while leaving him out of the cage which prevnts him from shifting back bc the collar would just go through tim’s throat if he shifted to human.

so tim drake ends up . not existing. everyone forgets the drakes had a son, tim very rarely gets to be in human shape (which hurts at some point), and when he does his parents usually yell at him and making him feel very unwanted, going as far as throwing things at him until he jst, shifts back and makes himself as small and forgotten as possible. he stopped going to school early, but he still taught himself to read (u gotta do smth when ur stuck as a cat for years) and went through lots of his parents books (that were on bottoms shelfs bc its hard to put the books back in the right shelves while in cat form and he gets yelled at enough as it is just for existing).

so he’s like 10, and his parents have been gone for a while . and he’s rly not doing good. he’s not rly clinging to life. he’s underfed. everything hurts. his brain isn’t really reactive anymore. and hes on the wall between the drakes and the wayne’s estate dick and jason are in the garden, playing around, and he just. falls asleep. passes out from exhaustion and his body kind of giving up on him.

they hear him or see him, idk, they find him and jason shifts back, holding the small kitten in his arms and he runs inside, n they take care of him, the adress on the collar said he’s from next door,,, at this point they dont know he’s a shifter,, but when he wakes up tim’s all warm and tucked against a warm body (dick) and jason is beside them petting him gently and the second tim is awake he’s tense and trying to get away bc humans have done nothing but hurt him at this point yk,, he’s barely ever met anyone,,, he sticks to the drake’s house bc he’s terrified they’ll know if he goes somewhere else

(altho deep down he thinks they’d be happy if they came home to an empty house)

and when he wakes up. thats when dick n jay understand he’s not just a cat, he’s a shifter, n jason holds him in place to remove the collar bc he *knows* he cant possibly be able to shift to human with it,,, but even without it tim doesnt shift back, hes jst, scared cat,,,,

(”hey, it’s ok, we’re like you” jason says, in the most gentle voice dick’s ever heard him use. there is a moment of silence, where the kitten blinks, and then the familiar noise of flesh rearranging itself while jason shifts into his hyena form. he’s careful to keep his distance, laying on his stomach to make himself smaller - which helps, but not by much as he’s still huge compared to the little shifter in front of them. dick knows the lines of tension and those of exhaustion in their muscles, and remembers how they didn’t even stir when jason had carried them inside. he shifts.

“i’m gonna get you some food, okay ?” he levels his tone with his brothers. “we should have some fruits around, upstairs. fish maybe ? if you’d like ? or something else.” he smiles that smiles only he knows how to smile. “or maybe you’d like to pick yourself ?”

the little cat manages to make themselves smaller.)

they eventually manage to feed him and hydrate him, and dick tells alfred and bruce about the little shifter while jason keeps an eye on him,,, bruce connect the drake and tim shaped dots. he remembers janet and jack rejecting a gala invitation a while back bc she had recently delivered, only he’d never seen the kid.

tim only lets jason and dick close a first, bc they’re younger, bc they’re shifters, and then alfred bc alfred always brings him food on a plate and with a fork and knife like he’s going to use them as a human. he talks to tim and pets him gently once tim allows it,,, he’s a safe adult.

bruce scares him a lot, even if he’s gentle and he’s a good dad. he’s bigger than jack has ever been, and he knows he could hurt him. he just scares him a lot. he has too much authority, too much presence.

tim shifts back into a human on is seventh day at the manor, while alfred sits with him in a little room tim had hid in. he’s a very small boy and he cries out in pain when he shifts, but alfred puts a hand on his cheek and just smiles

(”hello, my boy”)

tim is very quiet, takes a shower and shifts back before anyone else can see him,,, but slowly he lets it happen around the others. one time dick n jay wake up from a nap session to a little boy suggled between them,,, there is a lot of hurt and pain from jason bc he’s been that little boy, hurt and scared and in pain, and it brings back a lot of sad things,,,

eventually he lets himself shift into bruce’s arms on the second week and he cries a lot n bruce tells him he figured out he’s the drake’s son, and jst, h, he adopts

#ask me #shifter au #PLS READ THE TW #wandersmoklight

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