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rainbow-flavoured-skittles · 2 months

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’Cause Daddy Doesn’t Love Me, Mommy is a God

it’s here!! Almost 3k words of Jay centric angst why do these keep getting longer. this is split into two scenes; one from Jay’s childhood, the other right before he becomes a ninja. warning for one instance of mild swearing, cross posted to ao3

Jay poked at his cereal sluggishly. It was the first day of term break and he was all alone in the house. Again. Dad had gone to work, he was pretty sure, and wouldn’t be back until night. The housekeeper and nanny, Ms. Peony, was at her daughter’s wedding this week. None of the other employees were here today either, meaning that Jay had the house all to himself.

Giving up on his cereal, which had begun to get soggy, Jay went upstairs to his room. For other people, the house may have been considered eerily quiet, but for Jay it was normal. The only sounds he could hear were his own footsteps and the air humidifier. Gurgle. Gurgle. Gurgle.

Jay looked over his comic book collection. He had quite a few, ranging from Fritz Donnegan to Spider-Man to Wonder Woman. None of them seemed particularly interesting right now, though. Not even the Fritz Donnegan ones, which were his favourite.

Maybe I can draw something, he thought. Pulling out some colour pencils and paper, Jay quickly sketched out a dragon. He liked dragons. Cole’s mom had told them stories about them. The dragon he’d drawn was blue, with yellow stripes and fire coming out of its mouth. Pretty cool, in his opinion. Maybe Dad could hang it up on the fridge.

Speaking of Dad, Jay missed him. It was just the two of them when Jay was little, and now he was always busy. Jay missed when they would curl up on the couch with popcorn and watch a silly movie together.

Shaking his head to snap out of the old memories, Jay picked up another sheet of paper. Thinking about the past wouldn’t change the present. He went to go get the markers — he wasn’t technically allowed to use them, but they were needed for his new drawing.

Uncapping the orange marker lead him to realise it was dried out. He tried the red one instead, getting the same results. A third test showed that all the markers were likely dried and unusable.

Great. Now he really had nothing to do. It seemed too early for TV, and he didn’t want to bother plugging in the video games. Oh, wait! There was a landline in the house. Jay wasn’t entirely sure how to use it, but maybe he could call Cole. Cole was always good company.

Marching down the stairs now that he had renewed purpose, Jay found the landline and tried to remember Cole’s number. It wasn’t technically his, much like how the number Jay had given him wasn’t actually Jay’s, but it would contact Cole.

Punching in the numbers, Jay watched the phone ring. Someone picked up on the fourth one. “Hello?” That someone said. It was Cole’s mom.

“Hi, Mrs. Hence, it’s Jay,” Jay started. “I’m looking for Cole?”

“Oh, I’m afraid he’s not here right now,”

Jay felt a pang of disappointment at that. “That’s alright. Thanks,” he hung up before Mrs. Hence could respond. It was rude, Jay knew, but he did it anyway.

Now what could he do? It wasn’t even lunch yet, and Dad wouldn’t be back until after dinner. Jay had no one to talk to for the entire day.

Maybe a nap was the solution, Jay decided. Mrs. Chan, his old babysitter, had often said that sleeping helped pass the time. Though he wasn’t sure if that applied to kids, or just grown-ups.

It was worth a shot. Jay went back to his room, Spider-Man crawling up the stairs, and jumped onto the bed. His blankets were still rumpled from the morning, his stuffed animals shoved into the corner.

Jay closed his eyes and tried to sleep. It was harder than expected. The light kept shining into his eyes. Groaning, he pulled the blanket over his head, trapping himself in darkness. Much better, Jay thought.

He woke up at about five in the afternoon, well past lunch but still before his dad would return. Jay rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and dragged himself out of bed. Mrs. Chan had been right. Now, time to get a late lunch (did it still count as lunch?) and some water.

After a quick snack of potato chips and chocolate, Jay was feeling much better. Junk food was always good for energy, and Dad would (hopefully) be home by 9:00. He could watch movies until then.

Turning on the television and scrolling through Netflix, Jay found that there weren’t a lot of movies he wanted to watch. Giving a brief shudder at Coraline, he eventually clicked on Into the Spider-verse. It was a good enough movie.

One movie marathon later, it was already seven o’clock. Jay went to the pantry and grabbed some instant ramen as dinner — perhaps not the healthiest, but definitely tasty.

It was getting dark, now. Soon it would be completely pitch black. Jay hoped that Dad got home before that. He didn’t like staying at home alone during the night.

Jay slurped up the rest of his dinner and put the bowl in the sink. He’d deal with that later, right now he wanted to play with his action figures.

Fritz Donnegan lands on the ground, sticking a perfect landing. “No sign of any ambush,” he says. “I’m going to look around, stay on guard.” He takes a step forward, and then—

Downstairs, the front door slammed closed. Jay looked up at the sudden noise, and jumped to his feet upon realising that his dad was home.

“Dad!” Jay ran into his father’s arms, hugging him as tightly as a nine-year-old could.

“Hello, Jay,” Dad said. He pried Jay’s arms off himself.

Jay tried not to let that sting. “I drew a picture for you!” He exclaimed.

“Mhm,”

“Don’t you want to see it?”

Dad sighed. “Not right now, Jay.”

“Okay,” Jay said. “I’ve already had dinner, so there’s no need to cook for me,”

“That’s good,”

“I called Cole, too, but he wasn’t there. I did watch a movie, though. It was fun!”

“I need to shower and eat, Jay,” and oh, that was Dad’s ‘I’m Getting Tired and You Need to be Quiet’ voice. “You should go to bed now,”

“Okay,” Jay ran back upstairs. He hadn’t even gotten to show Dad his dragon picture.

Jay looked up at the mansion he called home and frowned. Dad was considering sending him to boarding school after all the trouble he’d been getting into. “It wasn’t my fault,” Jay had screamed last night. Dad had started yelling, and he hadn’t wanted to deal with it anymore. Jay had stormed out the door and didn’t come back until Dad was asleep.

No one was home right now, so Jay let himself in. Dad was still out with his girlfriend, Amanda. Yet another woman who treated Jay like he was rubbish, or pretended like he didn’t exist. After all, nobody wanted to deal with the illegitimate son of Cliff Gordon, Jay thought bitterly. Nobody except Cole, and he’d been gone for years by now.

Kicking off his shoes and shoving them in the hallway closet, Jay went to his room and collapsed on the ground. He didn’t bother locking the door. Dad would be out all night.

Scrolling through his phone showed nothing of interest. There was a new trailer for some action movie, but it wasn’t like Jay had anyone to go see it with. Also, Jay didn’t want to see anything with his dad’s face in it.

Hmm. Jay’s thoughts drifted to the makeshift hang glider shoved up in the attic. It was one of the results from his venture into DIY-ing. (Not that Jay didn’t do inventing anymore, just that it was one of the earlier projects.)

“Where are you?” Jay muttered to himself as he dug through the attic. It was shoved full of old trinkets and boxes. None of them seemed to be labelled. So far he’d found two boxes of old books and papers, five boxes of assorted junk, and one box of family photos. But no hang glider.

He squeezed past another crumbling box of who-knows-what and threw aside an old lamp. Jay figured it was yet another priceless antique that had been left to rot, much like the other twelve pieces of junk he’d found so far.

His efforts were finally rewarded when he found the hang glider dumped into a corner. Picking it up and shaking the dust away revealed that it was (mostly) in good condition. Now to get it out of the attic and to a good hang gliding place. Doing his best to fold it up, Jay dragged the hang glider though mountains of boxes and down the stairs. Huffing and sweaty, he glared at it.

“You’re a lot more trouble than I expected,” he said. “This better be a fun activity,”

Getting the hang glider into his car proved easier than finding it. The trunk was just barely big enough to fit it. Jay wasn’t technically allowed to drive, but Ninjago City wasn’t known for good law enforcement anyway.

The commute took just over an hour — enough time for Jay to finish the podcast he’d been listening to.

“Ugh, finally,” he muttered as he parked the car in place. Dragging the hang glider out, Jay found the nearest skyscraper and climbed up. He got strange looks for it, and it was a weird sight to see a teenager with what was essentially an oversized kite, but he managed.

The building he’d chosen was a good spot for hang gliding. With lots of other buildings around it, Jay had a much better chance of not falling to his death and landing safely on another rooftop. Sure, it was probably illegal, but no one would notice. Hopefully. Jay really hadn’t thought this through.

Well, too late to back out now. Jay spread the glider’s wings, checked to make sure he was fully strapped in, and jumped.

It was exhilarating for the first few seconds, but Jay quickly found that the rest of it was terrible. The glider worked — he had gotten a smooth takeoff, and he wasn’t falling to his death, but Jay should have realised the billboards scattered around were a hazard. He crashed into one with about as much grace as a manatee and collapsed. The world was swirling. Jay bet that if anyone could see him, they’d see birds flying around his head.

“Well, isn’t this an interesting sight?” A voice startled Jay out of his dizziness.

“Wh— huh?” Jay looked up, head still spinning, to see an old man sitting calmly and drinking tea.

“Who are you?” He blurted, then realised that was probably rude.

The old man didn’t seem offended. “A dreamer, like you,” he said.

Jay resisted the urge to call the old man crazy and run away screaming. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“You may call me Wu. I’ve been waiting for you for a while,”

“What are you, some kinda stalker?” Jay narrowed his eyes.

“No, nothing like that. I want to offer you an opportunity,”

“An opportunity?” Jay parroted.

“Yes. There is a dark force rising, and I cannot stop it on my own. You have great potential. I want to train you in the ways of spinjitsu,”

“I don’t— what?” Jay’s head spun from all the new information. Or maybe that was the probable concussion.

“You have potential you are not aware of, and I can help you unlock it,” Wu sipped his tea.

“What’s this ‘spinjitsu’ gig going to involve? I wanna know what I’m getting into,”

“You would be able to help people. And the world could very much depend on you,”

Do it, something in Jay whispered. He took a breath and put a determined look on his face. “I’ll do it,” he said carefully, “but I need to pack first. And I can’t just run off without telling anyone,”

Wu nodded. “Of course. Meet me here tomorrow at sunrise, and we will start your training,”

“Yeah, sure,”

Wu smiled, picked up his teapot, and walked to the side of the building. When Jay blinked, he had vanished. Stupid cryptid old man and his stupid cryptic messages.

Jay left the remains of his glider on the rooftop. It was unsalvageable, and Jay figured that he wouldn’t have a use for it anymore. He found his car, shoved the parking ticket into his pocket, and drove home.

The house had lights on when he returned — that wasn’t a good sign. It meant that Dad was back, which meant the argument from yesterday would start again. Great.

Jay opened the door as quietly as he could, cringing at the creaky noises it made. You would think a multimillionaire celebrity could afford to oil his door hinges, but apparently not.

Dad was standing in the main hall when Jay turned around.

“Where have you been?” He snapped. “I’ve been waiting for over an hour now.”

Jay scowled and looked at his dad angrily. “I was out.”

“Out doing what? I grounded you,”

“Doing stuff,”

“You are grounded. You’re not allowed to leave this house.” Dad glared at Jay, but it had lost the intimidation factor years ago.

“Well, I did. And it’s not like you would’ve noticed,” Jay said that last part under his breath, but Dad still caught it.

“Why wouldn’t I notice?”

“Because you’re never around! There! I said it! You’re never around, you don’t ever know where I am, you don’t care about me!” Jay exploded. “All you care about is your stupid career and fancy house,” Wow, where had all that come from? Jay wasn’t normally very vocal towards his dad.

“Jason Edward Gordon! Go to your room and don’t look at me until you’ve apologised.” Dad glowered.

“Well then, I guess I’m not gonna look at you ever again,” Jay spat. He marched up the stairs and slammed the door.

Cursing under his breath, Jay stomped around the room and looked for his backpack. If he was going to become some sort of ass-kicking vigilante, he’d need supplies.

Clothes. A couple pairs of socks. Water bottle. Headphones. Tablet. All these items were shoved into a duffel bag — the backpack wasn’t big enough. Though Jay was still bringing the backpack, because it was cool.

He made a point to be as quiet as possible. Let Dad think he was sulking, when really he was plotting an escape. The old man Wu had said to meet at sunrise, but Jay would have had to pack even if he wasn’t running away, so it didn’t make a difference to do it early.

Jay looked into his drawers for anything he might want to keep. There probably wouldn’t be any coming back after he left. He found multiple trinkets he’d bring — an old pocket knife, some notebooks, a portable charger. All of those would be useful.

Digging even further led him to find an old bracelet. It was old and tattered, and the little star charm was banged up, but Jay remembered this bracelet. Cole had given it to him right before he got shipped to boarding school. Jay slipped it into his pocket.

A bottle of lotion got thrown into the mess that was his bag too, along with a couple books. Jay left his phone. He didn’t want to get tracked, and he rather doubted Wu had Wi-Fi.

Zipping up the duffle bag and shoving it under his bed proved easy enough. Jay thought about writing a note, but decided not to. Not like Dad would bother reading it. He fell into a dreamless sleep quickly.

At exactly four o’clock in the morning, Jay’s alarm sounded. He didn’t normally wake up so early, but sacrifices had to be made if he wanted to get to Ninjago City before sunrise. He grabbed his duffle bag and crept down to the kitchen, planning to get a quick breakfast. He didn’t expect his dad to be sitting at the table.

They made eye contact. Dad opened his mouth, clearly planning to ask what Jay was doing, so Jay spoke first. “I’m leaving,” he said.

That seemed to stun Dad into silence. “What?” He finally croaked out, face a perfect mask of shock and confusion.

“I’m leaving,” Jay repeated, “I don’t know if I’ll be back.”

“Why?”

Jay shuffled his feet. This conversation had not been a part of his plan. “I got an offer,” he decided to say. “I was told that I have potential, and that I could unlock it,”

Dad rose to his feet. “Who?” He demanded. “Who told you that?”

“Just someone,” Jay shrugged.

Dad narrowed his eyes. “Was his name Wu?”

“I— yeah,” Jay admitted.

“I should have known,” Dad sighed. “Your mother knew him. She always said that you’d have to make a choice, someday. I suppose this is that choice.”

“Mom knew him?”

“I don’t know all the details, but yes. You should go. I think we both need time alone, and it’ll be good for you. Just stay safe,”

“You don’t get to parent me after ten years of forgetting me,” Jay snapped.

Dad looked at him with sad eyes. “I know,” he said. “I wasn’t cut out to be a parent. If you don’t come back, I understand.”

Jay thought back to his earliest memories. Their relationship hadn’t always been this strained — he could remember good times, with movie nights and silly dance parties and being tucked into bed with a kiss. But he couldn’t find the words to say all that, so instead he said, “I’ll tell you if stuff happens.” An inadequate response, but it would have to do.

Dad nodded grimly. “You can take the car,”

Jay nodded back and took the keys. He walked out the door, started the car, and didn’t look back. He’d have to drive quickly if he wanted to make it by sunrise.

#Jay is not having a good time in this one #I tried to make his meeting with Wu parallel the one in canon #I think it turned out pretty well #the next one focuses on Cole and Lilly's death #it's going to be split into 2 chapters most likely #bruise childhood friends au #jay walker #cliff gordon #jay ninjago #ninjago jay #lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago au #ninjago fic #kit's writing

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thatoneguy56fanfic · 3 months

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So I had an interesting theory that I wanted to share.

What if going into the Spirit World is what made Kuvira snap back to reality? So, bear with me, but I think it’s pretty clear that Kuvira’s mental state was starting to slip towards the end of B4. Especially after she fired on the warehouse where Baatar Jr and Team Avatar were. Though I personally think her decline started even earlier. Think about it, one by one, the people she trusted most turned on her: Varrick, Bolin, Zhu Li. These were people who had been by her side for three years, as they stabilized the Earth Kingdom and even helping her plan out the birth of the Earth Empire.

But then once they announce their shared dream, suddenly she starts loosing their support. You can’t tell me that that didn’t affect her in some way mentally and emotionally. Anyway, I’m sorry for rambling, I’ll get back to my point now.

What if being physically transported into the Spirit World, surrounded by all that spiritual energy, is what made Kuvira come to her senses? What if it “restored her inner balance” so to speak? Because once she was there, she seemed to understand what she was doing was wrong, and eventually surrenders herself to Korra. Of course realizing what she did was wrong and actually accepting it is very challenging, which is why we see her pleading not guilty in Ruins of the Empire.

I personally think it’s possible, we’ve certainly seen spiritually energy do stranger things before. But I’m curious to hear what you all think too.

#legend of korra #kuvira #random thoughts with jay #and before anyone even tries to mention it #no I’m not trying to excuse her actions #I’m merely sharing what I think is an interesting theory #you can like a character without approving of their actions #forgive the rambling I was half asleep writing this lol

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and-stir-the-stars · 2 months

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Drew smth based on a convo i had w @dire-kumori

Basically the idea was that saffron Evan gets some baseball shirts to wear because they remind him of watching Mike's baseball games when he was a kid. Mike however is completely oblivious to the reason Ev buys the shirts, and just thinks Ev is REALLY into baseball.

As per Jay's idea, Mike buys Ev some baseball cards. Evan hates them, but incorporates them into his pokemon card collection since they're gifts from Mike, and he plays games where the pokemon fight the baseball players.

The pokemon always beat the baseball players in Evan’s game-- except, sometimes, a very specific baseball player will win. This baseball player is on a card that Evan made; Evan made a baseball card of Mike. Sure, most of the time the Mike-card loses, but on occassion, the Mike-card wins, and it's the ONLY baseball player that ever wins.

Mike is completely oblivious that the player on the card is supposed to be him (despite the fact that the player is wearing the same jeresy and team name that Mike had in Little League).

Card Description:

Name: Dum Dum

HP: 969 (a reference to Mike's birthday)

Moves:

Burnout-- Dum Dum hits a flaming baseball into your opponents face. Your opponent is now Burned.

Brain Fart-- Dum Dum says something realy really dum. Youre opponent is now confused.

#saffron pawn au #evan afton #Oh btw jay this is not the thing i said you'd scream at me about #You'll know what that is when you see it #The afton family #Would also like to point out that evan has very bad handwriting (consequence of the Bite)#I tried making his handwriting pretty bad #But forgot to do that when writing out the little tigers logo #So now I'm imagining ev asking jeremy or max or vanessa to write the logo in #Bc the logo is an important part and he doesn't want to mess it up

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resident-gay-bitch · 1 year

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got the idea from this, don’t ask me why

“eddie.” steve whispered into the dark night.

eddie made a weird noise in response, not quite a word and not quite anything else.

“eddie, are you awake?”

eddie sighed, turned his head to face steve, still laying on his stomach, “well i am now.”

steve just looked up at the roof, “i… no, don’t worry. it’s dumb.”

“no, what?” eddie asked, trying to force his eyes open now, genuinely concerned for his boyfriend, “what’s on your mind, stevie?”

“well, it’s just something i overheard some girls talking about at work today, and it’s been on my mind.”

“what’d they say? we’re they homophobic?”

“no.” steve huffed with a smile, “no, it’s just… irs just silly.”

“okay…”

“well, they were talking and, well, one girl had asked her boyfriend something and she was telling her friend about it, and they were swooning over it.” steve turned to look at eddie, who barely had his eyes open, “i just wanted to ask you.”

“okay.” eddie said, curious and nervous.

clearly it was something important, for steve to be lying awake about it at this unholy hour. for him to wake eddie up about it, when he knows how much of a grump eddie is in the morning if he doesn’t get a full nights sleep.

“would…” steve cleared his throat and looked back up at the roof, “would you still love me if i was a worm?”

eddie tensed for a moment, “sorry… what?”

“if i was a worm.” steve said, like it was obvious

“yeah…?”

steve huffed, “if like, tomorrow i just woke up as a worm or something, would you still love me?”

eddie blinked a few times, pushed himself up to lean on his palm, “you woke me up for this?”

steve nodded, “it’s just been on my mind.”

steve seemed to genuinely care about the answer.

eddie smiled, reached forward to sweep his boyfriends hair back out of his eyes, “stevie, my love,” he said voice sticky sweet, a tenderness in his eyes that had steve’s stomach fluttering, “if you were a worm, and i was a bird, i’d pick you to eat first out of all the other worms in the world.”

and then he leant over and pressed a kiss to steve’s head and snuggled back into bed.

“love you, baby.” he muttered with closed eyes.

if you were a worm, i’d eat you first?

steve wanted to get mad, he really did. that’s not what he asked. he wanted to know if eddie would still love and take care of him. but he said it with such genuine sweetness that steve was conflicted. should he get mad, or should he fall deeper in love?

“eddie?” he asked again.

eddie huffed, “yes, stevie.”

“why would you pick me to eat first?” steve said.

eddie opened one eye to look at him, “because you’d be the tastiest worm, obviously.”

“but why?” steve asked.

eddie furrowed his brow, “because you would be the best looking worm in the world, and you’re so sweet on the inside it would be like a good bowel of lucky charms.”

woah, eddie really loved lucky charms. they were his most favourite cereal in the world, his most favourite breakfast, his most favourite snack. he was never allowed it as a kid because it was so unhealthy, so whenever he got it now he’d go crazy for the sugary treat.

lucky charms were eddie’s most favourite thing in the world to eat, and he just compared them to steve.

“probably better.” he mumbled again, eyes closed.

holy shit, no way! eddie said he’d be better than a good bowel of lucky charms?

steve couldn’t help the sickly sweet feeling that crept up inside him, the smile that worked it’s way to his lips. he loved eddie so much it made him dizzy.

“i’d eat you first too.” he said to eddie before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

eddie smiled, “i hope so.” he grinned, “have you seen my ass? best cake out there.”

steve shoved him and laughed.

“that’s exactly my reasoning.” steve curled into his boyfriends side.

eddie kissed steve’s temple, pulled him in close, “now sleep, no more waking me up.”

“love you, eddie.”

“love you too, wormie.”

oh yeah, eddie was it for him.

#jay writes #this just came out of nowhere fr #like i got this dumb idea by commenting something in someone’s tags and was like ima write a mini fic about it #i’ll link the post i rebloged from to inspire me #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie x steve #steve is a hopeless romantic and eddie is a weird gremlin and they match so well #steddie ficlet #stranger things #stranger things 4 #no monsters au #established relationship #steve is so gone on eddie it’s sickening #but eddie’s been even further gone on steve for longer #eddie is such a weirdo fr #steve just loves romance and all those little things so genuinely and wants them all with eddie and does them all with eddie #but eddie is a weirdo and so he reacts to them in very non romcomesque ways and it always catches steve off guard but it’s why he loves him #like the time he got eddie flowers for their anniversary and instead of putting them in a vase eddie tried to plant the flowers in a pot #or when steve tells him he loves him in public settings eddie gets so flustered he just bites stebe #or when eddie proposes he does it with a song but 90% of the song is just about how hard steve makes him & how good his mashed potatoes are #like he’s so unhinged and steve just folds every goddamned time #eddie is a menace and steve loves him so #fluff #super snuggly late night fluff

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un-pearable · 3 months

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given how much fans love to take canon injuries/bodily changes seriously (lloyd’s arm after the s10 finale, jay’s snake features, cole’s scar, etc.) i’m honestly surprised i never see anyone do the same with the one single time we did see a canon normal injury have lasting, plot relevant repercussions: lloyd’s ankle in s2

#jay follows through and writes the ‘experience mundanity 💥’ lloyd fic when #<- in which freshly main charactered lloyd is bullied into seeing an actual pediatrician and gets saddled w/ a cast #just in time for fun family bonding with the guy who tried to kill you (against his will)#text✨#ninjago #ngl there’s a good chance i’ve written this post before. anyways

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lesbiancolumbo · 1 year

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no but like as someone who is fascinated by names and what goes into naming someone and the act of renaming yourself i am actually fascinated by jj hunsecker as a construction. like it’s very obviously Not His Real Name and something he has turned himself into. he has a human name and no one knows it, and if they do they don’t refer to him by it. J.J. really does evoke something impersonal and mechanical, the whirling of a printing press and not a thinking feeling beating heart human being. it’s kinda brilliant. and the thing that has always stood out to me in the written work is how ernest lehman characterizes jj constantly as referring to himself in the third person or talking about himself as like. a concept. and i really believe that for the most part jj does not see himself as a person, he’s the column, he’s the news machine, he’s a god to his readers, he’s merely a thing that continues to chug onwards and to be seen as human, to be addressed by whatever the js stand for would reduce him to all the weaknesses that come with thinking feeling and being alive. he is so crazy <3

#i love thinking about his name and what it means to him. or perhaps doesn’t mean #and how others refer to him. what nicknames they use. in my writing sidney always tries to humanize him. jj becomes jay etc.#i’m obsessed!!!! also in the context of [redacted] jj’s name and where it comes from and what it means is so important lol #and obviously if you’ve read any of my work i have clearly given him a name and incorporated it into his characterization.#i’m just obsessed with this crazy man i love him so much

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kyle0219 · 7 months

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tired

tired follows me like a cloud these days.

i ask did i do something to offend you.

tells me no, just your company i enjoy.

for i give it the chance to grow and allow it to invite it's friends.

anxiety, depression and the rest, thank me for giving them a place of shelter.

i am left alone on my bed when their party is over.

puking out the remnants of my broken shell.

-jay

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inonibird · 1 year

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Chapter 4 of Part Four - Collector of the Sahuldeem series is up!

(I was going to draw multiple scenes/moments, but in the end I’m just happy I managed to successfully draw anything at all! Slowly easing back into this~ :’D)

#Inoni Art #Inoni Writes #Star Wars #Sahuldeem #Qymaen jai Sheelal #InterGalactic Banking Clan #Osa Mavras #Kaleesh #Muuns #Part Four - Collector #Sahuldeem spoilers #fanart #I tried like 10 different variations of Qymaen threatening the CFO #none worked lol #next chapter has a pretty fun set piece so maybe more action doodles?#oh boy but then the chapter after THAT #owo #(I tease I tease)

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mid-nightowl · 2 months

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tagged by @waffleinator-inator !!!!! thank you so much bestie<3<3<3

i've got very little written for this overall but here's another snippet from the jaydick + koribabs piece bouncing around my head lately

“Mm, can’t. Sorry,” Barbara declines. “What? Why?” Tim asks, his voice tilting too close to a whine. “C’mon, Babs. You’re not Rapunzel, you can actually come down from the tower,” Dick jokes. Barbara huffs, and [Jason] can imagine the eye-roll. “Afraid I’ve got a hot date tonight,” She explains, before smug viciousness envelops her voice. “Isn’t that right, Red?” “Sweet-talking me now, gorgeous?” He replies, entirely focused on unlocking the safe in Mask’s office.

The whole premise is that Barbara and Jason keep flirting with each other but aren’t actually interested in each other (though they may or may not have rolled into bed at least once...maybe twice); sort of bored, sort of trying to move on from their crushes (Dick and Kori).

Everyone else, however, does not realize this and assumes they’re fucking. Cue the shenanigans and possessive jealousy from both Dick and Kori.

And that's about as far as I got lol

five lines, five tags (though imma be honest i think everyone i'd tag has been lol so): free for all! whoever wants to, please do and feel free to tag me:)

#writing #tag game #i just love the idea of jay & babs being instigators and bros; and dick & kori also being bros and teaming up to “break up” jaybabs #this fic needs a name bc typing out jaydick + koribabs is too much energy lol #fun notes!: my take on jason flirting is that he's terrible at it when he means it #when it's playful or overtly exaggerated (like with babs) he's actually really good #haven't decided if jason realizes this but no one (bats + titans) know he's bad a flirting bc jason's never shown interest in anyone #babs is terrible at flirting with women #she likes to argue/fight and the women she's interested in always take it the wrong way #i think for this fic babs tried to flirt with kori but kori (despite also crushing on babs) took it the wrong way #because they have (bad) history (over dick) and kori just decided to keep her distance until dick called her in for shenanigans

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hungharrington · 5 months

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s-series? frenemies to lovers? no? 🥺

series yes!! i have not forgotten about it!! i waz literally thinking of it last night in bed bcos my overconfident brain thinks it may manage to do two series so i can do both frenemies & friends to lovers….

but gah damn i also have to write the second part to a little less conversation so…. 🤲 spare patience? i have lots of ideas but working on getting them written!

#yeah the vibes i had for frenemies to lovers was so insane i was like naur i cant waste them #figuring out how to do them tho. i have plot for one (1) of them #i’m also writing the biggest fic i’ve ever attempted on my other blog currently so i’m maxing out my writing brain HAHA #but i’ve always tried to be less hard on myself on this blog so i am CARRYING that energy in some series #jay answers #anon

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camels-pen · 10 months

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got inspired by a fic i read the other day, but didn't quite hit the right spots for me so. time to write out a new wip idea

The concept of that fic really grabbed me - Jason and Tim having a bodyswap the same day Jason wakes up in his coffin, at a point after Tim had already visited Bruce and Alfred with his insistence that Batman needed a Robin - but for what I was thinking, by the time Jason convinces Bruce and Alfred of who he is, Tim's already started to dig himself out of the coffin. And when the three of them show up at the cemetery, the grave's empty.

Tim would be catatonic and go through much of the same stuff canon Jason went through before being found and dunked in the Pit. He'd end up enduring the whole League of Assassins shtick that canon Jason went through while at the same time Jason is dealing with Tim's regular person life. Both of them struggled a bit trying to imitate the other, but they managed- Tim with not much issue considering no one in the LoA was close to Jason, and Jason trying to manage Janet Drake's clearly growing concern every time he slips up.

Like, imagine Tim, desperately trying to imitate what he knows of Jason from watching Robin on the streets and seeing Jay in a few galas here and there. And one day, Talia tries to tell him he'd been quickly replaced to get him to finally listen and Kill Somebody/accept he was staying with the League until they deemed him fit to leave.

And Tim looks at a picture of himself, hanging around the front yard of Wayne Manor with Bruce, Alfred, and Dick. Another picture showing himself in an ill-fitting Robin uniform on a rooftop and seemingly getting lectured by Batman, who looms in front of him.

And he says "I'm not buyin' it."

Somehow convinces Talia that he's not convinced that the Tim in the photo (who is probably Jason and thank god, Tim was really worried about what happened to Jason's mind- or rather, his own body; he didn't actually consider Jason coming back to life until now) and she arranges a short trip for him to Gotham to see for himself.

Tim really struggles the next two days to keep up the Jason act, but he's pretty sure Talia and the others were just chalking it up to nerves at seeing his family again and the "newest addition".

When he finally gets to Gotham, he doesn't bother being stealthy. He doesn't have the skills- no matter how much Ra's and Talia's goons have been trying to beat it into him- and even if he did, he doubted he'd be able to sneak away from his own teachers that were stalking him from the shadows.

So he does his best to be casual. Walks straight towards Wayne Manor, and when he can actually start to hear his assassin stalkers the tiniest bit as he approaches the gate- a sign they're getting really restless- he decides now or never and bolts the rest of the way.

He thinks, if he had come sooner to Gotham, he would've tried fitting through the gaps in the bars- as if he was still 13 and small enough to fit- but as it is, Tim's spent 6 months in this body and he's not going to make that mistake.

Instead he slams a hand on the buzzer and says as fast as he can, "it's Tim! Tim Drake! There's assassins, open the gate!"

He has a heartstopping moment when nothing happens- when there's no answer and the ninjas are getting closer and closer and- And then it opens and Tim doesn't stop with his relief, he runs.

The door is opened not by Mr. Pennyworth, but by Bruce himself, a belt clipped around his waist, but entirely in sleepwear. He has something in his other hand and as he yells, "duck!" Tim can only think it's some kind of bomb and dives for the ground.

He was sort of right. It was a smoke bomb. He heard and smelled it hissing away behind him, and saw the cloud of smoke in his peripheral vision.

Bruce wasted no time running past him and barking, "Follow Alfred to the cave!" Tim took a moment to just breathe, feeling much more safe with Batman fighting to protect him. When Bruce looked back at him through a spot in the smoke, he yelled, "Go!"

Tim scrambled to obey, trying to run and stand and awkwardly doing both to get in the home. Mr. Pennyworth was just inside the foyer, out of sight of the windows, now that Tim noticed, and holding a shotgun.

He was also wearing a fluffy blue bathrobe and fuzzy pink bunny slippers.

Tim blinked. "Uhhh,"

"Come along, Master Tim. We must be quick."

He didn't protest and followed him down to the Cave, where Jason in Tim's body sat waiting at the Batcomputer.

Man, I'm not completely sure on the timing, but imagine Tim finally getting back into his body and it's- he's taller than he used to be, bulkier too. And there are reflexes and muscle memory stuff he doesn't remember at all, but now just has.

He- he was Robin. Or, his body at least, and he felt like it. But he never was Robin. Not really. He never got a proper outing, never even received Bruce's official approval for it.

It was strange. And not totally a good strange.

He thought about the body he had. He didn't have a lot of love for it- puberty would do that to anyone- but it was his. And that saying about not knowing what you have until you lose it? Yeah.

Tim felt like crying.

#dc #bodyswap #tim drake #nemotime #didnt really focus on the jason bits here but if i ever actually write this- jay would probably get more of a comedy/humour role?#like yeah they gotta find tim and tim's parents are genuinely concerned and all #but much of it would be just funny shenanigans of Jason being saddled with two sets(?) of worried parents #and just when he manages to get things sort of under control. Dick shows up #i havent yet decided if he just becomes Very Annoying Older Sibling who has no idea how to process his emotions currently #and tries to fall back on tried and true tactics #OR if he is in Complete Denial and thinking this was just an elaborate ruse by Tim & lists the exact ways Tim would know how to imitate Jay #(he's right and each accusation/point would probably be juxtaposed with a brief switch in scenes to whatever Tim is currently up to #which also happens to prove Dick's point exactly even though no one can except the audience can see that)#Jay would knock sense into Dick eventually but the point is. I could make his life humourous suffering :3 #Either way Dick would show up some time after Bruce remembers to call him & he would Not leave the manor until Tim is back safe and sound #(not for Jason obviously. pfft. Jason's just fine. Dick doesn't need to stay at the manor to make sure of it. He's just staying to find Tim #okay. realistically. this would just be a hella lot of angst. However! Having that shift from Angst with Tim to Laughing at Jason would be.#so fun.#tho i'd probably still sprinkle in some Angst with Jason bc i cant help myself lol

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