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phantom-of-the-ruckus · 1 year

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Headcannons #2 NOT A SHIP

Welp, what can I saw Mortimer and Riley are my favorite non-romantic duo in the entire game with the most interesting relationship throughout the entire game and now after finding some stuff relating to their closure (non-romantic) in the MS I'm hyperfixing in their complex relationship.

As a note, this is not meant to be cute or fluffy. These two have a toxic relationship. I do believe the puppets are in the cult theory, and I headcannon that these two have more of a Mentor and mentee relationship tho (if the devs said otherwise, please let me know)

After breathing the puppets to life, Mortimer was quick to find Riley had a great potential and had signs of having a more complex mind than the other puppets. This prompted him to take her under his wing and teach her everything he knew as he saw a potential that we could help her grow. This ended up with both forming a non-romantic bond that went through deeply understanding the other and fighting for one purpose.

Both know the other perfectly and know that they should never underestimate what the other can do. Still, Mortimer has always presented and established himself as the leader and the one Riley should give up control and follow.

As Mortimer was drowning in paranoia he started to be a tad little hostile and more serious towards Riley. She did not question that, but remained loyal to his side. Mortimer casually fed into her unhealthy thoughts that the other Handeemen would betray her and hurt others to get what they want. Ironically Nick being a dumbass ended up proving Mortimer's point further.

Both started to develop an unspoken trust and a sorta dynamic to get things done. Mortimer would simply tell Riley he needed something or wanted something done, and she would immediately know what to do. Sometimes they pop into each other's offices (or her lab) to talk or discuss plans.

Upon discovering Daisy loosing her memory and feeling guilty for accusing her of trying to betray her, Riley slowly started to question if Mortimer was being paranoid about others wanting to hurt them. She keep those doubts to herself afraid of Mortimer finding out, and sorta making her mentor feel betrayed by Riley who he has been very special and took good care of her before his paranoia broke down.

Out all the puppets, Riley knew that she was the one who Mortimer had a soft spot the most. Still, he was not afraid of "correcting her" (I do believe he brainwashed her into thinking his abuses were correcting her behavior. More on my cult theory), but nonetheless she was the one that he had the hardest punishing her over as he did not wish to destroy her. This is also why She took the blame for Daisy as her calculations led to Mortimer giving her a less severe punishment than the one he claimed he would give. Still she did not what prompted her, but only knew it was something Mortimer both could not explain or approve either.

Mortimer did start to notice Riley's behavior was slowly changing. He took this as a bad sign that she was starting to wish to leave the world he so "created for the puppet"/like the nest like she was starting to rebel or something that his paranoia told him she was doing. He started to shut down her ideas and started to be more careless with stuff (also his conflicting problems with his creator as well)

Mortimer started to built upon the idea Riley was secretly working on projects to overthrow him as his relationship with her started to grow darker and darker. During the tape where he found her working on her research to bring Rosco to life. After their argument he kinda did but also did not mean to ask Riley to burn Rosco down (As he was in a paranoid state, furious that she did not ask his permission to do stuff, but kinda in a blind state of rage.) He did calm down after Riley begged him not to make her burn down Rosco as he did sigh knowing as much as he wanted to snap and tell her no, all he could see was that little bird he took under his wing for years. This prompt him to sigh and sorta think about what to do. His paranoia and pride won the best of him so he tells her to burn it before leaving.

After Mortimer left he ended up having a reflection about what he just did. He doesn't feel guilty for hurting Riley's feelings, but rather is upset about himself in regards about how he ended up losing control over her and how they're slowly drifting apart. Of course, he knew Riley wouldn't be able to kill Rosco (since he knows her perfectly) but he was debating a way to "Win" her back to his side but also "testing" if he was actually wrong about Riley. He contemplated the idea of bringing Rosco back to life but with a price to make her stay.

Knowing perfectly his little sheep or subjects or have an idea when something was wrong, Mortimer instantly knew Nick Nack being happy about something means something was up. So after spending some good 4 hours of a retailing or Romeo and Juliet and a secret marriage plan (which is what I think Nick's OG idea was) Mortimer knew Riley was up to something which was obviously not related to Nick thinking about himself and his weird fantasy world. So he decided to figure out what was she planning as he figured out a way to convince her to stay using some of the things Nick told her he discussed with her. (ignoring the fanfiction aspects) He sorta found the whole thing humorous and decided to humiliate Nick in the process for being an idiot

Riley was always hesitant over her plan to take over the studio and rebel against Mortimer throughout the whole time. Yes she was aware Mortimer was becoming "unsteady" but there was also the fact that Riley was well aware she knew Mortimer in a sorta close way as he was her mentor, and she had a hard time overthrowing someone who took her under his wing, taught her what she knew, always was special to and let her know and fell she was great and was very special.

(I think Nick was meant to distract Mortimer while Riley gathered the others or something) So Mortimer knew Riley would try to overthrow him, so he decided to use Rosco as a plan to foiled he plans. He had two plans. One was to kill his non-romantic affections for Riley and use Rosco to torture her, or Use Rosco as a way to play upon her the whole "I'm correcting your bad behaviors" This would be all depending on what Reaction Riley herself had. There was something off about Riley talking with Daisy regarding what Nick told him they believe they talk. So, knowing Riley, he believed that Riley most likely was talked into the plan rather than something she decided to do. This end up being true when he saw Riley being slightly nervous when she attempted to take over. He toyed with her with his taunts as a way to make sure she was in fact talked into the plan.

So the whole Rosco is mine but I let you take care of him Riley, it's a special way he push the whole "I'm just correcting your behavior" mentality he got her into believing, but also an opportunity for both to start over and forget about the whole ordeal and remind her that she was still special and welcome to part take in her plans (this is a bit of mercy from Mortimer's plan as he knew Riley was talked over and didn't really want to commit treason) The other puppets did not catch on this because they weren't aware of the special bond Mortimer and Riley had. He was also upset with the puppets for talking Riley into the plan and "punish" their defiance, but also use them as scapegoats for his near-fall apart with Riley.

After the failed Rebellion, Mortimer decided to destroy any sort of bond Riley had with the other puppets as he try to use the fail rebellion as an example towards what happens with trust. This sorta work as Riley was ruling a bit more with an iron fist and disliked those who showed some sort of defiance to their ideal, but she knew Mortimer was wrong to some expect about not trusting people. She still sorta gets along with Daisy and kinda Nick (not really tho) as both had shown her that at least there are puppets she can trust and part of her do hopes that Mortimer would see things her way one day.

#hello puppets #hello puppets midnightshow #Riley Ruckus #Mortiemr Handee #headcannons #tw: for implications of manipulation and abuse

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writing-in-april · 3 years

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Spooks

Raymond Wadsworth X Female Reader

Summary: Raymond starts sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong at the next haunting he’s investigating.

A/N: Hey heyyy- here’s my second fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April 2021!!! I had this spur of the moment idea in the middle of the night and ended up writing a pretty long fic for it (at least long for me lol) I had a lot of fun writing it and really liked the idea- I hope you all enjoy it too! Drop something in my ask box here if you’d like!! I’m always looking for feedback and my requests are open as well! Thanks for reading!!!

Warnings: 18+, Ghosts & poltergeists, Smut, Sub Raymond, Unprotected sex, Sex in a car, Slight cum play

Main Masterlist Word count: 3.2k

Your job description wasn’t an easy one to describe, you could say Mulder and Scully would be the most accurate equivalent. Though as with all tv shows it was portrayed with a set of rose tinted glasses, giving a filter to any realities you faced on the job.

You and your department preferred to call yourselves spooks, truthfully only because the pun was funny. In reality your 8 person department were called agents just like the rest of the FBI, you guys were just more secretive than the others.

Most of the time you ended up getting handed the short straw when getting new cases as you were still the newest on the team, despite being there for several years already. Unlike most professionals in law enforcement you did not have a partner, it only slowed you down. Every place that you were scheduled to decontaminate was an in and out procedure streamlined for effectiveness, adding another body to be hyper vigilant about was a hassle. You operated alone.

Any type of paranormal phenomena that you could think of was thrown in front of you. In your opinion the cases you had the most fun on were the ones that dealt with aliens, though some ghosts could be fun on occasion. The most recent case I had to deal with was a nasty poltergeist, the worst type of ghost. They always wreaked the most havoc on whatever house or place they occupied.

The family in this house had moved out a while ago, the request to decontaminate the home had been sitting on one of your supervisors for a while. It was an old house, built around the late 1800s. Old enough that it had a bunch of unnecessary rooms, like the parlor room that you found yourself trapped in.

And, you weren��t on your own either. Trapped with you was a man with fluffy brown hair flying in any direction, his eyes a darker shade of brown that were filled with fear- yet also curiosity. He was wearing a blue romper, it looked good on him, from what you had seen while you were frantic. But, you highly doubted that it would be effective clothes for a paranormal investigation, maybe he had just stumbled across this place out of curiosity. Either that or he was the type of an inexperienced investigator who had probably had one encounter with a ghost. It did not change that he was cute though.

“I’m a paranormal investigator- uhh technically a supernatural detective! My name’s Raymond! Who are you?!” He sputtered out, ranting probably to try to push aside his fear. You were standing side by side holding the double doors of the entrance to the parlor room, pushing them down to prevent the poltergeist from ramming it down and attacking us.

“Not important!” You snapped back at him, throwing a glare at him. Even if it wasn’t such a tense situation, you weren’t supposed to give away your identity or your job description to just anyone.

With another gasping breath he asked another question, even though you hadn’t answered his first inquiry, “I came with a girl, her name’s Becca- did you see her?”

This one you would bother to answer as he was quite obviously worried about the well being of his companion, “I may have seen her speed away in a red car after she was thrown out of the house. Was that your car she took?”

Not that you really cared all that much, but if he had been stripped of his transportation by his partner you’d have to take him in your own car. Not that you really wanted to, you still would have to help him even though he was seriously hindering your decontamination. “No, I came in my own car.” He answered which made you breathe a sigh of relief, you wouldn’t have to deal with another issue after you escaped, “I don’t blame her honestly, if I could leave I would.”

You were about to answer when your pressure on the doors wasn’t enough, making you both stumble forward. When you stumbled forward your keys, along with your badge, fell out of your pocket. Your badge flipped open front and center to reveal your name, plus the exact agency you worked for in a bold logo.

“You’re an FBI agent?!” You could not confirm or deny what he had asked, you were firmly focused on scrambling to get your things and avoid the ghost that was now throwing furniture at the two of you.

When Raymond finally took notice of the being that was pelting heavy objects around you, a ghostly shape in the form of a woman with a tortured look on her face, he screamed bloody murder. It was not unlike that of a scooby doo cartoon, him obviously resembling Shaggy almost perfectly. If only he had a dog to jump into his arms before he comically zoomed away while remarking “zoinks!”

His frazzled response to the ghosts giving a rather mediocre jump scare made you wonder whether he had the credentials to back up his job title as a paranormal investigator- or as he called it a supernatural detective. You racked your brain to try and recall anytime you had seen a Raymond or a Becca on the long lists of people that were being monitored for potential involvement, coming up with nothing. Well, maybe they were new, as his reaction seemed to indicate.

Your own reaction was stoic as usual, your nerves no longer jumped and your heart no longer quickened to the visage of a ghost trying to spook you. It was in no doubt for some arcane reason probably linked to revenge towards people that no longer existed. One would normally say don’t assume anything about people, that it might offend them to assume, but dead people in your view also had dead opinions- plus relying on precedent was usually a good option when a ghost might be trying to kill you. Despite the absence of fear from you there would be no call out of “Let’s split up gang!” either. It was you mostly not wanting to explain to your employer how you lost a citizen in the middle of this place and- besides that you couldn’t deny that you didn’t want him to die no matter how much undeniable extra trouble he was causing.

“Let’s go.” Your voice was firm, no discernible room for argument or questions.

Raymond somehow found a way to wriggle in to asking yet another question, “Where are we going?”

You yanked his hand out of the room that you think might’ve been a parlor room back in it’s day. You shouldn’t have bothered to answer as it would breed more questions from him, you already gave away too much about who you are and what you do. Any extra questions you answer from him was just creating a bigger breach in your security. Yet you found yourself justifying an answer, his eyes that were probably pulled into an adorable curious look laced with fear bored into the back of your skull as you dragged him out of the room and to the nearest exit. It was only a harmless question, it didn’t even have a satisfying answer, “Anywhere but here!”

Weaving my way through the house that was better characterized as a maze was hard to navigate through. At every turn some sort of iteration of the poltergeist tried to capture us, to pull us into death with it.

The two of us did eventually find the front door, only to find that we could not pull it open, the handle was stuck.

“Step back!” You shouted at Raymond to get him to move out of the way while you prepared to kick the door down. He skittered over to be right behind you, looking over his shoulder in paranoia. You used your right foot to kick the door, using all the leg strength you could muster. After three kicks, the door burst open, letting you both free.

Scurrying quickly to your government given work vehicle, looking back for a second to make sure that Raymond was following you. You couldn’t let a civilian die here, no matter how much of a nuisance he was, and he was cute of course.

Pulling out the last resort from the trunk of your car, gasoline, you then shoved a container of it to your unexpected companion.

“Cover as much of the house as you can!” He made no argument with your plan, running right behind you back up to the house to cover it all in gasoline. Once you had both covered it as much as possible you made sure Raymond was standing back before you lit your lighter and chucked it into the wood wet with the accelerant.

As soon as you could confirm with your eyes that the house had sparked with fire, you grabbed Raymond’s arm again to drag him to your car, not even caring about the one he had come here in. You basically threw yourself into the driver's seat, starting to drive away immediately after Raymond had sat down, before he had even shut the side door.

Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, causing your heart to pound hard enough that it felt like it could burst out of your chest. It was not unusual in your field of work, to feel death brush right by you.

“My car?!” Raymond screamed, his body turned so he was looking out of your back window.

“Sorry no time to go back! The U.S government will reimburse you for that- maybe…” You said quickly, while trying to step harder down on the gas pedal to speed away.

The house behind you was burning so bright from you could hear the crackling from the house turning to ash. You imagined that the flames and smoke were big enough to be seen for miles, considering how much accelerant you poured on it. So much for being subtle, your boss was definitely going to chew you out for that.

When you had gained a sufficient enough distance away from the flames you pulled off into a parking lot adjacent to a park. Pulling into the parking space fast you then hit the brakes hard, jostling you two a bit.

Taking a deep breath you slumped forward to rest your head on your steering wheel, just for a moment of relaxation.

“You know burning it down won’t necessarily get rid of it.” You only grunted in response to his matter of fact statement. Your lack of response seemed to make him even more anxious, tapping his fingers on any surface that was around him to preoccupy his mind while you took your breather. He tried to fill the silence that was making him uncomfortable, “So what do you actually do?”

You sighed deeply against the steering wheel one last time, then leaning off of it to sit back in the seat. You decided that you might as well give him a small morsel of information that may satiate his curiosity, “That’s highly classified, but you could probably figure it out.”

His insistence to bring up what your job is was making your insides twist with anxiety. You were already dreading what would happen when you got back to the office. It would be a lot of paperwork to explain everything that happened, plus you’d have to submit an application on behalf of Raymond to get his car reimbursed.

The adrenaline that had spiked in your veins born out of fear was still present. It was overwhelming, and you felt the need to use it for something different than wallowing in your fear.

You redirected your gaze to fixate on Raymond, who could surely help you redirect your adrenaline. He was an attractive man, who’s personality did help make him even more desirable. Even though he was a pain in your ass, he was a cute and funny one.

His own eyes were fixated on yours as well, with a different look than what you had seen earlier. His eyes were deepened with lust, not fear, though there was still an ounce of curiosity in them- probably still wondering who exactly I was.

Grabbing the hairs at the back of his neck you then pulled him forward to crush your lips onto his. He reciprocated immediately, though did not try to challenge your dominance over the kiss. He let you slip your tongue into his mouth, exploring him with diligence.

You wanted him closer to you, feeling every inch of him. So you swung your legs over his lap as best you could with the space you had to straddle him. When you did so you barely let his lips come off your own, too greedy to let them separate from yours.

A thought however was nagging you in the back of your head as you continued to melt yourself into the kiss, he had mentioned a companion that he had been worried about earlier. You did not want to step on any toes, nor endorse any type of cheating. You separated your lips from his own, even though you wanted nothing more than to envelop him in another kiss.

“This ok with you?” Your words were said right into his lips, mingling your breath with his, “You’re not with that Becca girl are you?”

“Not anymore- and yes I’m totally ok with this.” He confirmed before surging up to meet his lips with your own again. You wasted no time in starting to grind your hips onto his cock that was swiftly growing underneath his shorts. Just from grinding you could feel how large he was, even through a couple of layers.

He moved his hands to the button of your pants when you moved your lips to start nipping and sucking on his neck and jaw. You tried to kick off the articles of clothing on your lower half, panties included, without removing your lips from him. Unfortunately you had to do so because of the amount of space. You cursed under your breath, wishing that the government had paid to give you a larger vehicle.

You were already slick with arousal, also aided by sticking your fingers into his mouth to get them sufficiently wet. He bobbed his head up and down on them eagerly until you were satisfied. Removing them from his mouth you ran them up and down along your slit, getting you even more wet.

You guided his length to your entrance, not sinking down immediately. You undulated your hips so his length was coated with your arousal as well. When he bucked his hips in impatience you just pushed them down back into the seat. Then you leaned down to whisper into the shell of his ear to be patient- he’d get what he wanted.

“Fuck me.” Was all Raymond could muster up to whimper when you sunk down onto his cock, his head falling back to hit the headrest. You wasted no time in starting a fast pace, bouncing up and down on him with vigor. Raymond grabbed onto your hips when he couldn’t find anything else to hold onto, digging his fingers into your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

His large cock bumped up against your cervix in the most pleasurable way possible as you swivel your hips over him. Your own head tilted back, your mouth opened wide to let out a loud moan when his cock hit a particularly pleasurable spot inside you. You also felt the need to hold onto something as your release began to build inside you, getting ready to snap. So you grabbed onto the best thing you could find, running your hands through his hair and pulling on his strands.

One of his hands then moved to toy with your clit,his movements were a bit fumbled, but it swiftly made your orgasm start to crest. You were almost disappointed about how quickly this was going to be over, you however couldn’t deny that it felt amazing even with the frantic pace. In the back of your mind you couldn’t help but imagine all the other things you could do to Raymond if you were given the chance.

You fell apart above him, your eyes rolling back into your head. The adrenaline still coursed through your veins, and it felt good to have it redirected to a pleasurable experience instead of fear. You kept yourself impaled on his cock for a bit after your orgasm had finished, relishing at the feeling of him inside you.

Slipping out of him was a little bit awkward because of how cramped the space was. Once his cock slipped out of you, both of you groaning at the loss of him inside of you, you wrapped your hand around his length. You started to pump him slowly in your hands, taking your time compared to earlier. Your adrenaline had abated a bit and now you wanted to see how long you could drag this out, in case you never got the chance to again.

However, It still didn’t take much movement from your hands for him to get close, he was already close to the edge from being inside you. His hips bucked up into your hands a bit before he begged, “C-can you put- your hands- around my throat?”

“Should’ve known you’d be into that.” You snarked back a bit in response to his plea. Your tone had no sympathy for him, making him obviously think that you weren’t going to oblige him by the look in his eyes. That look of pure desperation in his eyes, with his kiss swollen lips, and his curls disheveled made you buckle. He groaned loudly when you put your free hand around his neck. You only applied a small amount of pressure, but that was all Raymond needed for him to cum all over your hand.

Once you had helped him ride out his own orgasm you removed your hand from his neck and his cock. You did need to clean up the hand that was covered in his thick ropes of cum, so you brought it up to your mouth to lick it clean.

“Fuck me…” Echoing his previous words, this time with an even bigger whimper. After you had cleaned yourself and him up enough to be decent you flung yourself back to sit in the driver’s seat again.

Raymond was silent for a minute, which seemed odd if you were going off of what little experience you had with him so far. Though maybe he was still going through his post orgasm relaxation just as you were. He then broke the silence, by asking the same question again, even though you had wanted to answer it just about 30 minutes ago. You’d bet money on the reason that he kept asking, being that each time that you answered you gave him a small hint, “Will you tell me now what you actually do?”

“Maybe- if you get to know me better.” You turned the key to start the engine again then asking with another hint as to what your job was, “Consider this your lucky day, you’ve got a spook as your chauffeur. Now, where next Raymond?”

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olderthannetfic · 3 years

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it's weird because as someone on the more extreme end of the scale regarding incest kink (parent/child incest, usually involving noncon and ideally lots of shame mixed with the pleasure) I actually really dislike parent/child incest ships. Unless it's done for horror or something and I'm not invested in said parent-child platonic relationship.

Which makes sense. The kink is fine but I have a relatively low tolerance for fucked up sex stuff involving characters I give a shit about, especially if they have a relationship I'm invested in, and so seeing it go wrong is upsetting. There's a few exceptions where I don't mind it getting darker but it's almost always between enemies-to-lovers as part of the enemies hurting each other, not parental incest ships, and if it's already in canon I'm usually fine but it's more of an... OOC in a way I hate thing than a moral thing. Especially since once it's part of a larger narrative I start thinking of implications and characterization and stuff, so even parent/child ships written in a cute fluffy way start getting upsetting because I simply can't suspend my disbelief that it's not fucked up and I really don't want to see that wholesome platonic relationship I like suddenly involving what to me is pretty much a betrayal of every reason I actually care about it.

You know what else I hate? When a parent/mentor is suddenly incredibly abusive or an asshole even though in I'm invested in that platonic parental-child relationship, because is not an issue with sex or normalization or whatever. It has to do with emotional investment and where I have to back out because it's gotten too upsetting for me to see what is something I really like about the show/movie/characters/whatever get ruined. And that's fine and I wish people would treat it as that (or potentially just a squick). It's not a moral thing, it's a "ew, gross!" thing or a "they would never and seeing the characters I care for like this upset me" thing.

They would never!!! is an extremely valid fan reaction. Haha.

(And yes, a lot of people with noncon kinks have one set for stock characters who exist for porn and another for characters they "know". Or they only like one of the above.)

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bimbosupreme · 3 years

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mephistopheles love post

the equivalent of a mental breakdown tangent is all going under a read more

yes believe it or not that freaky ass literally not even human clown in fgo gets love, and love from who? me and like 3 other people

first off

ok and with that out of the way,

i’m not even familiar with their lore. Reason why i stopped caring about the lore behind faust and mephistopheles is that an interlude happens that shows that mephistopheles is just some homunculi made by some mage nobody named faust. and even then the interlude doesn’t talk about the lore behind the novel, its just you helping mephy kill faust

that being said though i would hope the developers expand on their origins more and potentially even release a “true” mephistopheles (a girl can dream)

So, they’re not even the real deal demon known as Mephistopheles in the first place, and i can hear u going “well that’s lame” and like, no, we just need to redirect our feelings from appreciating a demon to appreciating a homunculi who has a weird characterization in the fate universe

Design tangent:

Fgo was actually my first gacha, and so when I came across this servant I kinda instantly fell in love with their design, I love the colors used in their final ascension and overall appearance. The hat that has horns but they're not quite horns, theyre these weird colorful pointy twisty things, the large garish butterfly ornament on their chest (which isnt ugly at all and somehow works so well with their everything on them) is cool, the tights are so cool to look at, i mean look -- a checkered pattern with golden lining on the shorts portion, the tits out look like yes we get it youre insane, the gloves??? purple and also cool, plus theyve got this gradient thing going on? and the fingers have this line going through them, thats so cool. actually the only other servant that comes close to this in terms of “out there” colorful designs is probably final ascension kama and qsh ( i love them both). Also, mephy has this scissor weapon?? thats so cool lol i dont see any other servant wielding giant scissors (for the love of god give mephy an animation update i need to see them use the scissors while doing flips) and they also have this bomb obsession going on? cant relate, but the bombs designs are so so cool i mean its a fucking centipede -- no idea if centipedes are a thing in the original faust but thats something Ill have to look up at some point. ALSO mephy is wearing heels oh my god anytime people wear heels is an automatic win. No clue whats going on with the hair but its kinda cute (dont question me on that) and it has curls and the hair colors are cool i mean its like a lavender thing with darker purple highlights? i love colorful things and i love people with wacky personalities so. Oh my god their tail how could i forget that its so cute and dumb i almost forgot it was there, like what is that even a whip? i dont.. but its got these little purple tips to them that are kinda cute/cool but more cool because tails are fucking up there alongside heels in terms of cool stuff on characters. and of course their fluffly cape -- again no idea what the designers were going for i mean look its a mess of a design i have no fucking idea what any of it means and i hope they explain it someday because that hair and the butterfly and the tail and the hat and the fluffy garb and a bomb obsession?? and this got the go ahead - yeah lets add that to the game like what

ALSO LETS TALK ABOUT THEIR EYES

appreciate these with me for a second

god.

oh and the blue lipstick and face paint god thats a cool design ugh

they can be normal too or at least as normal as possible i mean they even trimmed their eyebrow here lol but you can see the not so well hidden insanity/goofiness peaking through with the inside of the suit at the bottom being highlighter purple and a green shirt with gold accents underneath the black coat at the front <3, fuckin hate that hairstyle tho bro we gotta get that middle part hairstyle outta hereeeee--

TAKE A DETOUR AND LOOK AT THIS LINK THOUGH THIS IS THE MOST NORMAL AND BEST IVE SEEN THEM IN FANART. THE POTENTIAL IS THERE. WE CAN HAVE NICE THINGS AND THEY LOOK GREAT ITS POSSIBLE. I HAVE TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE FROM THAT DRAWING.

anyways this is me going off all about why i like their design! but we haven’t even touched the nitty gritty of it all. their personality! what personality you may ask? havent they always been some weirdo laughing a lot and saying dumb shit all the time? well yes and no

Characterization:

True to their dumb little clown design mephy also acts like one.

Some servants bond 1 lines are like “fuck off” and some actually talk to you, nah this bastard mephistopheles’ just laughing. and for the second bond line it seems to imply theyre fuckin with you more (showing up and dissapearing and saying ‘afterimage’) so thats nice that theyre actually making some effort to mess with you in a way? some servants take a long time to actually interact with you so this shows theyre not afraid of interacting with you and thats just at bond 2. and of course the third bond line implies they were probably trying to betray you, its stated in more than 1 place that mephistopheles (actually isnt this a caster class thing?) will betray you or attempt to do so. So the third bond line seems to imply that their attempts have been stopped by you and that’s what they say after some failed attempts. So after stopping this freak from doing some shit their next bond line is actually doing a confession! a jester being honest who couldve seen that one coming but theyre 100% not lying, they really arent a demon but a homunculi made by faust

speaking of faust we’re going to backtrack a little into their interlude that i brought up at the start of this post, its one of those dream interludes and it starts with mephy asking you to help him plant bombs for their eventual reuinion/showdown with faust -- in the meantime faust keeps sending golems in an attempt to kill both you and mephy

When you track faust down, it’s shown that faust was your typical mage, inhumane and uncaring. It’s also pointed out that this faust killed innocents, but this typical mage behavior is boring to mephy, and they say that boring typical behavior is why they wanted to kill them

so i really cant blame mephistopheles for being the way they are, being raised by this type of guy, even if mephy was always messed up and wacky from the beginning its no reason for faust to attempt to kill him.

Mephistopheles also shows up in salem, cu alter’s interlude, and of course the knk crossover event, and some other things im most likely forgetting but those 3 are ones that i find notable

anytime they show up theyre actually helpful, in salem mephy points out that the nature of the being responsible for the salem epic of remnant is something alien rather than a typical foreign god, mephy also tells you that time is also being sped up and in their weird way they try to cheer you up by spouting some nonsense at the beginning (guda needed some kind of distraction from the grim events that had just transpired at that point in the story), i cant quite remember what mephy did in the knk event but they were a part of your group and were helpful the whole time, actually @/zeravmeta does an amazing analysis of their role in the knk event as well as some extra character analysis here

mephistopheles is kinda cryptic in a weird way though,

like overall i mean theyre a jester homunculi in appearance so yeah its to be expected but come on i love morally gray characters, despite their supposed betrayal hints scattered around here and there

they have this one line that always gets to me

and this line is said with a completely serious face too

the rare serious mephistopheles face! its kinda grim to see that line, no laughs, no nothing, their voice is kinda serious and monotone too. of course this could be just to get you to lower your guard but its still kinda out there that they have this rarely used portrait and that line, so i like to take it as being said to you when youre by yourself and with sincerity

and at least sei (with her wacky outfit and all lol) seems to get along with mephy and thinks theyre nice woohoo

so at the end of the day you have this guy that laughs a lot and gives mixed signals

and they fuck with you

and will most likely try to kill you more than once but hey thats just another tuesday at chaldea

Before I finish last thing I want to point out is this snippet from the fgo source material book which provides more information on servants, and this specific translated bit under mephistopheles

at the core of it all this homunculi....can be your friend! you just need to not go into despair i guess

of course this entire post is an overanalysis into an underwritten character, quarantine + all online college classes have done this to me, i have a douman icon what did you expect

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#mephistopheles #fgo #i just go off on the various things i like about this clown #a whole lot lol #this started bc someone asked about my thoughts on mephistopheles well..

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selectivegeekwithstandards · 3 years

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JAY! What is your favorite type of owl!?

😃 I’m glad you asked. There are multiples. In no particular order

Masked Owl:

They’re a type of barn owl, but they’ve got darker colourations, and are more orange than beige. Barn owls aren’t part of the family that’s called “true owls”. Most other owls are of the family Strigadae, Barn Owls are of the family Tytonidae.

Northern White Faced Owl:

The top two pics is what this owl looks like when it’s just chilling, totally normal looking owl. I really like the way it looks, it has such a nice rim around it’s facial disk and the red eyes and white face it gives of a really nice contrast. The actual feather patterns are also really pretty, sortof stringy and fluffy at the same time. This owl also comes in two other sizes, as a way of dealing with potential threats. When it’s faced with a much larger predator, like an eagle, the owl makes itself smaller, in order to look inedible. When faced with something of a similar size or only slightly larger, it will flare up and make itself look really big, for more or less the same reason.

Elf Owl:

They’re both the world’s smallest, and lightest owl, and they’re really cute. They’re also really angry though which is fair. They live in abandoned woodpecker cavities in cacti, or natural hollows in trees, from which they will glare balefully at all potential threats.

#owl owl owl owl

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spacebunnywrites · 4 years

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Fenk8- Denki Kaminari x Male Reader

After hours of having to rewrite this piece, another half hour of tumblr simply not co-operating, and a few minutes of needing to convince myself that my piece wasn’t trash... I present to you my submission to the BNHA Server Collab. Our prompt was plain and simple, Pen Pals.

Pairing: Kaminari Denki/ Male Reader

Rating: E for Explicit. And C for Crackhead Energy

Kinks: Cyber Sex, Semi-Anonymous Sex, Penpal Sex, Dom!Denki, Daddy Kink, Premature Ejaculation, Cum Eating Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Flexibility, Dumbasses in love

Word Count: 2930

QUICK NOTE BECAUSE I AM A DUMBASS- Paladin is our boy Icyhot... dumbass needed a real Hero name and in a fic I enjoy that is the one he chose. And Flashpoint is our favourite boy Touya Todoroki AKA Dabi. I made him a damn hero because baby deserves it.

His username had been Fenk8, of which you weren't certain why. The penpal website was known for people seeking out more adult interactions, but you hadn't been looking for that. Not at first, really. Charming messages such as, "Hey sweet thing" and "If we were the alphabet I'd put U and I together" changed that slightly. The message that made you laugh the most had been the U and I joke. Corny pickup lines were the way into your heart. Of course you had to respond with your own corny pickup line, "Did you just shock me, or was it your electric personality?" Of course he freaked out a little at that, which you didn't understand. Fenk8 got a little wiggy when anything mentioning electric personalities was brought up. So you tried to avoid it. But you couldn’t help that he sparked your interest.

>>Hey sweetness. Birthday cake can be any flavour. But birthday cake is a flavour

>>What is up, hot stuff? The opposite of waterfall is firefly.

>>My sugarcube, the oldest person alive was born with an entirely different set of humans around.

>>Technichally… if we made everything legal the crime rate would be zero. I'M JUST SAYING!

>>Woah, sunshine… if we can't see air… can fish see water?

>>Orange is the only colour you can taste. I'm just saying.

Every conversation started with something random. Something that had you scratching your head, or made your eyes go wide because holy fuck he wasn't wrong. It was chaotic, but you loved it. He also tried out different pet names most of the time. Your favourite was Sugarcube. It was cute and different. You loved talking with him, it was like talking to your best friend. Only you didn't know your best friend's name, or what he looked like. Or what he did for a living. But Fenk8 was your best friend, nonetheless. The friend that had the nerve to ask you who put the alphabet in alphabetical order. But still your best friend. Days of talking turned into weeks. Weeks into months. The two of you had yet to share photos of yourselves yet, and that was fine. He sent you pictures of dogs he saw on walks, of beautiful flowers, and occasionally the most beautiful sunrises. He worked strange hours, often all over Tokyo and surrounding cities. But it just meant you never got the same scenery twice. Once he had been in the same area as you, sent photos of the bakery you worked at. He didn’t know you worked there, just sent a picture of a little pastry you had made. Said it reminded him of you. That same day Chargebolt had come in and bought one of your pastries. The two of you were excited for different reasons that day. Him because he found out that you made pastries, you because your favourite hero had bought something you made and even came up after and said it was delicious. You hadn't told him about that, you did tell him that you had a small obsession with the electric pro hero. Your potential friend(?) didn't need to know that your favourite sleepwear was an oversized t-shirt from the very first line of Chargebolt merch.

>>Hey sweetheart! Saw the cutest little dog today, thought you would love him as much as I did. His name was Chowchan!

>>How was your day??? I hope you didn't work too hard! I've missed talkin' to ya. Sorry I've been so busy, sweetcheeks.

Attached to his messages was a picture of the most obnoxiously fluffy Chowchow curled into a ball at the feet of… holy fuck was that Pro-Hero Dauntless!? Fenk8 got that close to the Number One hero, got a picture of his dog, and it looked like they were having a casual conversation based on the flush covering Dauntless' cheeks and the adorable pikachu bag you knew belonged to Fenk8 sitting beside him. Just what did Fenk8 do for work that he was chummy with a pro!? Reporter? Maybe he was a PR agent? Or a personal assistant? The last two would make a lot of sense, given that he travelled a lot for work.

<<OH MY FUCKING GODS FENK8. YOU GOT SUCH A CUTE PICTURE OF CHOWCHAN!

<<you even got Dauntless out of his hero gear, sitting still… a god. You're a god.

After a few moments of silence, your phone dinged with another notification.

>>I guess Dauntless is your favourite pro then? Makes sense, he is pretty hot.

<<No? Chargebolt is my favourite. He's been to my bakery a few times, compliments my pastries. Sure, his quirk has a pretty big drawback… but over the years he has really gotten good at controlling his output. Did you see his most recent thwart of a bank robbery!? He got the emergency backups back up and running using his quirk! And when he let himself be the backup generator for the children's hospital last winter…

<<Sorry… rambling. I just… Chargebolt is the best. Some are born for greatness, others have to work for it. He works for it. He said my Lemon Puffs are his favourite, which is good because he inspired them. The popping candy in the dough represents static electricity! I can't believe that Chargebolt likes my sweets… sorry. I'm sure you don't want to talk about pros.

>>Honestly, reading you so passionate is amazing. I can't believe that someone would be so vocally passionate about a hero only in the top fifty. Ground Zero, Dauntless, Flashpoint, Paladin… even Uravity and Froppy. I hear so much about them. But never someone so excited about Chargebolt.

<<He is an amazing hero. I watched his first Sports Festival… all of his Sports Festivals really. I really love him as a hero. But ue never does press events, not like the top ten. And I work when he does patrols. So I've never interacted with him outside of work… but man what I wouldn't give to meet the man. I'm sure you have a favourite pro?

>>Honestly, I do. Red Riot is one of my favourites. Ever heard him sing Karaoke? I'll have to send you a video I have of it. Guy goes all out.

<<Red Riot is pretty cool. But Chargebolt will always be my favourite.

How had you gone off on a full rant about a pro hero? Especially to your internet friend. He was going to think you are such a weirdo now. But apparently he didn't, because he requested a faceless video call for that night. Something about needing to get off, and hoping you would help. Sure, he was a little more smooth than that, but all you cared about was actually getting to see part of Fenk8. You two had only done something similar once, and it had been through text alone. Now you got to attach a voice and a faceless body to Fenk8. You only hoped you still found him sexually attractive after this. What if he was too muscular, like Red Riot. Or covered in deep scarring like Flashpoint. Not that you didn't find them attractive, but with Chargebolt as the man in your fantasies anyone else would pale. He was your number one fantasy, could you really be blamed though? It didn't occur to you that Fenk8 could be a creepy old man, or a murderer or something. Surely the man who seemed chummy with Dauntless couldn't have even an evil bone in his body. Dauntless was too pure to be friends with someone who was genuinely bad.

So when the evening rolled around you found yourself in just an oversized fleece sweater and a pair of black boxer briefs. Your already straining erection begging to be touched as you looked over the thin yet very toned torso before you. Fenk8 was built just like you imagined Chargebolt would be. Lean and just toned enough to show he worked out. You noticed a faint glimmer in his nipples, holy fuck Fenk8 had them pierced! A tiny barbell in each dusky nipple, catching the light just right every time he moved. Below that was a navel piercing, man did he have a lot of piercings apparently. Because he had mentioned his tongue, and webbing in an earlier message you guys had shared.

"Like what you see, Sugarcube?" You could hear the smirk in his words. And the chuckle he made when you whimpered an affirmative was divine. "Why don't you take that sweater off, I had a long day at work and watching my Sugarcube stroke himself would really make my day." The man already stroking himself. A nice thick cock in his hand, nestled nicely beneath a cute nest of blond curls. Faintly you wondered if you would ever get to sit on it, positive that it would be a perfect stretch. Quick to comply you pulled the sweater over your head and let him see your chest in its entirety. A deep blush staining your chest, lower lip pulled between your teeth. Removing your underwear took a little more courage, your member was not as nice to look at as Fenk8's. You would call Fenk8's cock attractive. Thick, long, nicely curved. You would probably call yours cute. It was smaller than his, and looked smaller beneath your curls that were a little darker than the rest of your hair.

"That's a good boy. Now why don't you stroke yourself for Daddy. Let me hear you whine and whimper for my cock to stretch you out." You imagined a wicked smile on his face as he spoke. Eyes locked on the cock in his hands, mouth falling open when you finally noticed the glimmering bits of metal. A three piece bottom ladder, a two piece scrotum ladder, his lorem, a King’s Crown and an Albert. Eight piercings in his dick alone. Was there anywhere he didn't have pierced?!

"Y-yes, Daddy." Finally spoken as you wrapped a hand daintily around your length and began to softly stroke. A soft whimper ringing out before you could stop it. You had been pent up all day, ever since the message he sent asking for this call. Already your body threatened to betray you and make Fenk8 think you were some pathetic virgin. Which you weren't! And even if you were… it was no one's business.

"F-fuck!" You whined out and tensed as you came. Embarassed that you finished so quickly. But it wasn't entirely your fault. Fenk8 got you so worked up earlier. White ropes splattering your chest and stomach as you tried to hide your face from him while slowly slumping down.

"That was so hot baby. A few strokes and you're already cumming for Daddy. I'm so proud of you for wanting to make me happy. Want your reward, Sugarcube?" His voice was thickened, dripping like honey as he spoke to you. Opening your eyes you saw his hand lazily stroking over his length while the other reached toward the camera to adjust it. Raising it and- HOLY FUCK. Fenk8 is Chargebolt.

"Hey, Sugarcube. Heard you have a favourite pro." His charming smile on full display, the hand that had adjusted the camera shooting you a finger gun. Your eyes went wide and he licked over his lips. That tongue piercing you dreamed of, the one positioned a little off to the left, darting out and teasing you. The blond kept amber eyes locked on your frame while keeping the slight motion of him playing with his dick.

Never once did you think that Chargebolt would be a dominant. Or have a daddy kink. Nor did you think he would ever call you cumming in less than thirty seconds hot. Yet here he was with a straining erection, his plush tip glistening with pre, demanding you call him Daddy. Honestly, you had never been more aroused either. "Ch-char… holy fuck." Your own words stammered and stuck in your throat. The blond chuckling warmly as you seemed awestruck.

"Don't be like that, Sugarcube. Your mouth has better uses. Clean yourself up. Scoop all that cum into your cute little mouth. Show Daddy how badly you want his cum." Instructions you quickly followed. Two fingers sliding through the mess on your belly and bringing it to your waiting mouth. Lewdly moaning to make sure your dream man had the best show in the world. You wanted him to never end this, and if happily eating your own cum was what he wanted… it was what he would get. Your tongue pushing apart your fingers to clean between them before you repeated the action. Another scoop of your own cum dancing on your tongue. Fuck, were you already getting hard again? You supposed that was the best part of cumming so quickly anytime you got into it, you were always ready to go again real soon. Apparently he noticed you growing hard too, because your next instructions followed not long after.

"Sugar cube, you're going to cum directly into your own mouth this time. Lay on your shoulders, and bend those pretty legs over to rest at your head. Use the wall to help support you if you need to. I just wanna watch you get all cute and cum drunk on your own cum. Can you do that for Daddy?” His instructions weren’t hard in theory. But actually maneuvering your body to make it work was actually kind of hard to do. But after a few minutes, and comments from the man about how juicy your ass looked, you managed to get the position perfect. Your tight asshole on display as well, but Chargebolt wasn’t looking for that yet. He wanted you to eat your own cum. Tentatively you began to stroke your length again, at least you would last longer than thirty seconds this time. You hoped so at least. It would be pretty fucking embarassing if you only lasted less than a minute again. You might as well just end the call, move away from Japan, change your name., and start a new life as a Norwegian sheep farmer or something if that happened. Premature ejaculation wasn’t cute, no one would want you if they knew you only lasted a few seconds. Your soft moans filled the air, and you felt something bubbling in your stomach. Only a few strokes in and already you were getting closer by the second.

“Cum for me, Sugarcube. Open your mouth and cum on that pretty tongue of yours for Daddy. I love how quickly you cum. I can already hear how needy you are. Just like last time, you get so pink when you need to cum. And look at all your precum dripping onto your pretty lips. Perfect lips for wrapping around Daddy’s cock. Cum for Daddy so he can cum too.” Honeyed words low and sultry. If you opened your eyes you would see his hand flying furiously over his length. The blond trying to cum at the same time you did. But he wouldn't get there before you did, already you were spilling down into your waiting mouth. Groaning at the slightly sweet taste blossoming over your tastebuds. Legs collapsing by your head, your body almost falling off the bed as you tried to right yourself again.

It was amazing the sight you saw. The blond man, basically a twink in his own right, completely debauched. Chest covered in his own spunk, a dazed look on his face, both thumbs sticking up as he blinked a few times as his only response to you asking if he was alright. Did he always overcharge when he came? Was this normal for him? Part of you wanted to try and contact someone to check on him, but the better part of you knew to just give him a few minutes to recover. Grabbing a tissue from your bedside table and cleaning your chest off slowly, keeping an eye on the man filling your laptop screen. Making sure he didn’t like, die or something. Could you die from cumming to hard? Was it possible for his quirk to completely fry his brain? But then you heard him say something other than whey. At least he wasn’t brain dead. That was good.

“Denki. S’my name. Use it… Kaminari Denki.” Words slightly slurred, but clearly understandable. He was giving you open permission to not only use his name… But his given name. Holy fuck. Of course you whispered back your own name. Letting him know he was free to use yours. The two of you had a good connection, and continued this on for a while longer.

BONUS

“So… Denks. Why the ever loving fuck did you choose Fenk8?” It was Kirishima that asked that while you all lounged on your couch. The entire squad knew how you and Danki got together, apparently he never shut up about you in the beginning. Always mentioning the really cool baker guy that made the best sweets. It was actually Bakugou that stole Denki’s phone and made the request for the video call that night. Tired of hearing the electric blond complaining over how awesome you were.“Heh… Funny story. It was supposed to be Denk8, but I misspelt it while signing up and didn’t notice. Cn’t change your username, even if you’re a pro apparently. If you said it out loud it was supposed to sound like my name. The 8 was for my di-” Cut off by a pillow thrown at him by Hanta while Mina died laughing. You even couldn’t help the laughter as you heard what was shouted through the pillow over his mouth. “-CK PIERCINGS! BECAUSE I HAVE ONE FOR EACH INCH OF MY COCK!”

#denki #kaminari #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #chargebolt #reader #male reader #fanfic #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #chargebolt x reader #yaoi #listen this is a whole mess #bnha harem server #server collab #bnha server collab #dumbasses in love #denki is pretty chaotic

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degenderates · 3 years

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grindeldore orrrrr snily if you’re still doing the problematique ship ask game (feel free to pick but feel also free to do both ☺️❤️)

yeah let’s do it! i lost the original post so i had to dig through my ask game tag, but i found it!! here we go, why not for both? because these 2 are tied for my second favorite hp ship right after tomarry

grindeldore

a) do i ship it: absolutely!!

b) why i do ship it: well first of all, it’s hella angsty, AND my favorite ship dynamic - allies to friends to lovers to enemies to enemies-while-lovers. aka, the whole crazy drama mish-mash. the i truly love the “i-can’t-fight-him” dynamic and eventual breaking point that goes on in the FB series, but my favorite aspect of this has always been the summer of 1899 shit. the buildup. the fallout. the tension of albus not being all in--or in some fics, being all in for their grand plans and then realizing that he’s being a shitty, racist person, and having to come to terms with that. it’s just :chefkiss: so heartbreaking. poor albus. and i love angst.

c) what makes it toxic: i suppose because it’s been endorsed in such an odd and uncomfortable way from [redacted], whose shipping opinions we can’t really trust (or trust in any regard because she’s a terf). also the fact that grindelwald is a muggle hater and a wizard supremacist, so you know. that’s pretty problematic. but it’s never been about saying he’s been a good person, or that their relationship is healthy. it’s so fucked up and i love it.

d) what makes it ship-worthy: all of what i said in part b basically! i know this *could* become canon, also, but i don’t think it will. i don’t consider what [redacted] says as canon, i rely only on source material, so it’s not canon to me as of now, but i guess if you’re someone who ships based on hoping for something to be canon, there’s that. this is never my reason for shipping things, but if you do, come get your queerbaiting juice! okay, that was mean. i was personally offended by that joke. but w h a t e v e r XD

snily

a) do i ship it: yessss.

b) why i do: god. this dynamic. there are SO many directions you can go in. while i’ve written darker, angstier, and smuttier stuff for them before, i actually prefer the complete opposite of what i love about the grindeldore dynamic - aka, i love the fluff and cuteness that is their childhood friendship and then potential romance during the marauder’s era. i just want them to be happy. and yes, it is true that the chapter “the prince’s tale” breaks me every time i read it.

c) what makes it toxic: basically the same thing as grindeldore but on a less grand scale. although with snape, it’s different than grindelwald, because while grindelwald is a pureblood from a privileged background and is basically the wizarding version of hitler, snape is from a poor family, is a half-blood with internalized racism [against himself], and genuinely a caring person. while he can lie and spy, he does so for love, and is never manipulative like grindelwald. so i kinda don’t see this as really toxic. i mean, i guess it is when snape calls lily a mudblood, that’s obviously terrible, but i think that says more about the crowd he’s been forced to fall into as a Slytherin during the rise of Voldemort than his actual beliefs. after all, he’s a half blood.

d) what makes it ship-worthy: aside from the fluffy aspect of their childhood and time at Hogwarts, there’s also post-lily’s death opportunities to explore, as well as the time in-between when there’s a love-hate dynamic potential, as well as AUs. like i said, i’m not really into that sort of stuff, but it’s certainly there and very angsty and dramatic!!

so wow. thanks for the ask! i guess i really love the opposite aspects of these two ships, even though they're my favorites!

#snily #grindeldore #severus snape #lily evans #gellert grindelwald #albus dumbledore #hp #hp meta #meta #mine #my meta #ask game #shipping #exmachina2014 #letters

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rsmrymnt-tea · 3 years

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lia here, and lol i was that anon that said that. but what are your thoughts? i wanted to ask this -- om before, i think, has hinted/expressed the fact that this game wasn't intended to be dark or to be taken very seriously. ig they wanted to go w the "wholesome but interesting bfs" thing bc mysme already exists lol

I’ve never played MysMe so I can’t comment on any similarities, but I feel like Solmare can’t just give us a world of demons and angels and magical humans, give us the writing that S1 and the Chapter A cards had, then just expect us all to be okay with nothing but fluff right after. Right? Not that I have anything against fluff, but the stream of super tame and fluffy events really… didn’t do much for me + it didn’t help that the writing was so ??? For a lot of them.

Because I for one am all for a game that takes itself a little bit more seriously and doesn’t hesitate to explore darker themes. This is a game about demons ffs even if they aren’t insanely violent and bloodthirsty I’ve love to see more than just cute family moments and the occasional smooch/implied sex.

Also my faves in pain pulls at my heart more than fluff ever will, but that may just be me lol

There’s something about OM that makes me ache for it to take itself more seriously. It doesn’t even have to be serious all the time—S1, the latter third of S2, and what I’ve seen of S3 look like enough proof that they can be serious and still balance it out with wholesome family moments. I’d argue that keeping it to just wholesome moments and fluff makes it a lot less interesting because it’s exploring the heavy (hurt) gives the lighter, fluffier times more weight (comfort).

Like… They can’t just give us demon boyfriends, an angel, and an immortal human and then act like they’re just some quirky humans. Otherwise why didn’t they just give us some quirky humans? At least it wouldn’t feel like they’re wasting potential when they hint at something that seems huge but then turns out to be nothing.

They at least nailed the ‘interesting boyfriends’ part because I think the cast has so much potential depth to them—the writing isn’t great and much of world building has a lot to be desired (hence everyone’s personal rewritings of canon story and the insane amount of headcanons) but I’m very much invested in seeing the characters and how they grow and interact with each other. But I feel like even that’s at risk of being ruined due to pandering and flanderization just for the haha funny and fluff? Might just be me though.

Tbh if I only had canon to go on, I’d have lost interest in OM ages ago. But I have an imagination and so do a lot of other people on here. Plus the gravity and depth that’s given to the characters in some people’s analyses here adds a ton to how much I appreciate the cast, though I feel like it’s a bad sign if I can’t tell whether the devs and writers actually intended for us to look at the characters that way or not.

#lia!! 💚#obey me #chat & colloquy #this is very ranty haha #i have a lot of gripes with this game can you tell #but i still love it anyway #but yeah did i answer the assignment right??#this ended up just being me wishing the devs like… idk respected their characters more or something #and respected the world they live in more

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kingbennyboyyy · 3 years

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benny’s rwby rewrite: team RWBY redesigns

hello again! in honor of me actually getting some schoolwork done and subsequently having the time to rewatch the first volume of rwby for writing purposes, i thought i’d get out of the way some design notes that have been living in my head for the main girls. with how important colors and motif are in rwby as a whole, i thought that a little more care could be taken. i’ll go into the volume 1 designs most of all, and outline any consistent changes within the character’s notes. i’ll also go into why i’m changing what i’m changing.

with that, my thoughts as always will be under the cut!

ruby rose:

we’re starting strong with ruby’s design, and god do i have some strong opinions about this girl. let it be known that i actually like ruby’s clothing design: i think i’ve mentioned that i think the contrast of a fluffy petticoat and platform boots with a giant scythe and killing monsters is really interesting. that being said, there’s some fucked up geneology happening in the rose-xiao long family.

a big issue i have with ruby and her family members is the fact that despite the fact that yang and ruby are related through taiyang, neither of them have inherited his skintone. you’d think that with how literally their phenotypes are taken, that ruby wouldn’t be white as snow. with how low-contrast ruby’s design is as a whole, i think that her having darker skin would be welcome. adding the bonus of holy shit, a dark-skinned mixed girl is the protagonist makes me really biased toward this. complexion-wise, she should be somewhere between summer and taiyang, but still visibly darker than someone like weiss.

her hair being naturally black and red is perfectly okay for me. i think that it looks nice, and there’s a lot she can do with it. i can’t really complain about it being in her eyes after gushing over her combat cupcake skirt.

what i can complain about is her lack of pockets. like, she only has one little pouch to carry god knows what in. is she really expecting to be able to carry all of her ammunition in that one little pouch? god no. swap out the pouch for some kind of bag, or better yet, a bandolier of some kind to serve the same asymmetrical purpose that dingy little pocket does.

finally, her eyes. in my ideal world, i would have done something a bit more dramatic to set ruby’s white eyes apart from, say, neo’s grey eyes. maybe making her pupils lighter than black, grey, or even just white. the animators made blake’s pupils smaller to set her apart, why not give ruby’s eyes a little something-something? also, with the contrasting color of her design being either a silver or a white, having her silver eyes be one of the lightest elements of her design is really aesthetically pleasing to me.

weiss schnee:

i’m going to be completely real here, i like weiss’ original design a lot. they really leaned into the weiss part of her: the girl’s white. she’s white as fuck. her dress is white, her little bolero is white, her shoes are white, it’s all white, with just a touch of icy pastel blue to make her feel more cold than sterile. i love it. i’m also a big fan of the other, brighter colors in her design, but i think the introduction of red should have waited a bit longer.

in her introductory outfit, the inside of her bell-sleeved bolero is this blinding, fully-saturated red that is really distracting to the eye. i’d replace this with a blue, sort of like the color of her eyes, and do the same with that little doily piece at the dip in her neckline. i also think that she should have been kept much more symmetrical, the most symmetrical of any of the cast. move that side pony to the center back of her head, put one of those little pouches on each hip, and have her stow her weapon across her back.

also, this isn’t even necessarily a problem, but i think weiss would have benefited from a much more conservative shoe. knowing the schnee family, i don’t they would have found it appropriate for an heiress to be running around in platform heels. i think that pointe shoes, or something familiar, would be really interesting, especially in conjunction with her ballerina aesthetic. her scar can definitely stay as it is; i think it’s both subtle enough to break her symmetry nicely, but also symbolically strong.

also, of all of the characters to give a dramatic haircut, it should have been fucking weiss. i’m all for bi bob blake, but imagine the dramatic potential of weiss just chopping straight through that shit to declare herself independent from her shitdick father. also, i think her hair should be naturally brown, like jacques’ is. the narravite element of her having to tirelessly keep up appearances is really good to me.

blake belladonna:

blake lives in a weird space for me. on the one hand, i would love for her to have dark skin as well, to sort of even the scale in terms of complexion. however, having a dark-skinned woman with literal animal ears being kind of problematic isn’t lost on me. in my opinion, the issue lies in blake being uniquely dark-skinned: in conjunction with ruby and yang, i think that her being dark-skinned is a little less uncomfortable. i think it would also remedy the problem of most of the dark-skinned characters in rwby being either dead or evil, so we’ll make her a bit tan.

with that out of the way, i also really like blake’s design, but she could certainly use some work. she, like many of the other team members, are pretty low-contrast save for the white tube-top thing she had going on. i think the white in her design should be toned down, either to a grey or a purple color. i also think that her arm situation needs to either be long gloves or wrapped-up straps, not both. that motif isn’t anywhere else in her design, and most of the lines are clean and smooth, not all jaggedy like the straps are. keep those bracelets on her upper arms, and make those gloves of hers marksman’s gloves.

i also think that she should wear thigh-high boots. this isn’t just my bias showing; something about the way those boot cuffs cut off the line of her legs is just really irritating to me. have them attach to that swooping vest situation, this is anime, it doesn’t matter how she’d get into them logistically. also, that gradient situation on her is just terrible. having seen a lot of art of her without that gradient has converted me, her design is just so much more clean-looking without it, and blake really reads as someone who should have a much less complex design, opting for clean lines and nice shapes instead of the frills and textures someone like weiss has.

yang xiao long:

i’m gonna start with something i’ve already mentioned: yang should be brown. the fact that she not nary a fucking hair of melanin from her dad is a crime. ideal yang is brown, but so is her hair to start out. i had the idea of rather than her hair being naturally yellow, starting out brown and being bleached in streaks by the heat of her semblance, and as the show goes on, it gets more and more yellow, and eventually even platinum blonde.

with that out of the way, i do not like yang’s initial design. the puffed sleeves don’t make any sense with her as a character, that weird train situation she has on her belt is an affront to god, and why is she just wearing spats? i think that of all of the people to tear, or hell, burn the sleeves clean off of her jacket, it’d be yang. yang is a fuck sleeves kind of girl. she’s a “i flexed the sleeves clean off of my shit” kind of girl. also, she’s gonna wear a tube top and hot pants, but she’s gonna button up her jacket? fucking what? unbutton that shit. she’s a lesbian vest kinda girl. she can keep her little scarf, and her tube top is a look, so it can stay.

i actually really like yang’s boots. i think they compliment her really nicely, and she’s enough of a brute fighting style-wise to warrant those chunky monsters. the mismatched socks and little scarf are cute touches too, but i think the scarf should start out red. the purple can come in later. addressing the spats (bike shorts? spanx?) situation, there’s a very simple solution: give yang jorts. not even a fucking joke, give the woman jorts. look me in the eye and tell me that yang “t-shirt as a bandana” xiao long would not wear jorts. you can’t. it’s impossible. she would wear neon yellow jorts with that ungodly belt situation and i will not compromise this. the overalls she wears in atlas? also jorts. mistral? black, sure, but fucking jorts nonetheless. jort xiao long will outlive me, so help me god.

... i got a bit carried away there, but i hope you enjoyed my thoughts! i may at some point get around to actually drawing these redesigns, so keep an eye out for that in future!

#benny's rwby rewrite #team rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #characters

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bloody-britt26 · 4 years

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Hello! Inspired by that pastel crush post, may you share headcanons or a drabble of Raihan falling for a witty n strong jock/goth trainer who is basically trying to become the flying type gym leader in Galar (w a few dragons on their team too, like a noivern or an altaria), they came to the region due to their fascination w history/ruins, so Raihan's first meeting w them is in the vault as they admired the tapestries? (the dragon finds a new treasure within his vault 🤭) Love your writing btw 💖

Thank you! Again, I apologize for the delay. I have no excuses besides being a slow goof who is easily distracted by absolutely everything. I made a drabble for this, so I hope you enjoy! ♡

🐉 Raihan crushing on a future Flying-type gym leader 🐉

The atmosphere of Hammerlocke's vault was eerily quiet, not a single sound from the outdoors pierced the walls. It was the perfect environment for you, allowing you to be lost in your thoughts as you admired the tapestries. They told the story of Galar's beginnings, and it was fascinating to you.

Galar was a region filled with such a rich history, supported by vaults, ruins, monuments and art. It was the perfect region for a trainer that held passion and fascination for history such as yourself.

You held back a chuckle as you felt your pokéballs containing your main partners, Altaria and Salamance, shake impatiently. They hated being contained for long periods of time as they would rather soar through the skies, keeping a watchful eye on you.

They have been with you since you were a young child. The three of you have been through many adventures together, and they have travelled all around your home region of Hoenn by your side. They were the ones who fought their hardest for you to achieve your dream of someday becoming a gym leader specializing in Flying-type pokémon.

"Simmer down in there. I swear, I'm almost done," you said, lightly patting your pokéballs.

As you plunged back into your own little world, you hadn't noticed that a new presence had entered the vault.

When Raihan was notified by one of his gym trainers that a newcomer had entered his vault, he was curious to see what kind of person it was. Needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised to see how invested you looked. Hell, you hadn't even noticed him enter the vault, or approach you. He was a man of history himself, so he could respect any trainer that showed the same respect and admiration for Galar's history.

As you were admiring historical treasures, he found himself admiring you. You had a style that he was particularly fond of: varsity jacket, ripped jeans, baseball cap and military boots, all in dark shades and colours. You seemed to be going for a darker jock look, and it suited you quite well, in his opinion. Your eyes seemed to shine, expression cutely contorted into one of concentration.

With a smirk, Raihan cleared his throat, wanting to get your attention

Your eyes darted to your side, blinking at the new presence. "Oh, sorry…. I didn't notice you there."

Raihan shook his head, waving you off. "Don't worry about it. You looked like you were deep in thought there."

You chuckled. "What can I say? I've been a sucker for history ever since I visited my home region's ruins when I was a child."

"Foreigner, huh?"

You grinned. "Yes! Proud Hoenn native!"

"Well then, welcome to Galar. The name's Raihan, Hammerlocke's vault keeper and gym leader," he said, puffing his chest slightly as he was very proud of his titles.

"Gym leader, huh? Lucky man, it's always been a dream of mine to be a gym leader. I'm (name), by the way," you said.

"Really now? Is that why you came to Galar?" He asked.

"Well, partly. I also happen to think that Galar is one of the richest regions in history, and it's absolutely beautiful. It's nothing like the humid forestry environment that Hoenn has," you said.

"Hm… maybe we should battle someday. We could test if you've got what it takes to be a gym leader," he said, partly joking.

You looked at him with a small smirk gracing your features. "Sweetheart, I know I've got what it takes, and I'll gladly take you up on your offer. That is…. If they're not just hollow words, yes?"

Raihan blinked, surprised at your eager acceptance to his little challenge. You had a similar confident attitude as he did. He couldn't help but smirk slightly as he wondered what kind of pokémon batted by your side for you to be so at ease in the presence of a powerful gym leader.

Once again, you felt your pokéballs shake, making you roll your eyes. "I should probably go… my Altaria and Salamance will have my head if I don't let 'em out of their pokéballs. Plus, I promised my team that I would let them roam around the Wild Area."

You chuckled when Raihan stood there, visibly looking like the cogs in his brain were spinning at the mention of Altaria and Salamance. The man was a dragon lover, you could tell that much by his physical appearance, choice of colours and clothing.

"Be seein' you, right? I still need to kick your butt in battle," you said with a brow raised.

As you started to walk away, Raihan snapped out of his stupor. "H-Hey, wait!"

You peaked behind your shoulder. "Yes?"

You had to hold back a laugh as Raihan fiddled with his hoodie. He looked like a child that was about to ask his parents something outrageous.

"Would it be weird if I come with you? I just-"

"You want to meet my dragons, right?"

He nodded rapidly, a big dorky grin on his face. "We don't have them here in Galar! Pleeease?"

"It's fine with me. Come on, dragon boy."

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Your time in the Wild Area had quickly turned into a playdate between your pokémon and Raihan's. His Goodra rested her head in your lap, seeming to have taken a liking to the head pats you had to offer.

Your Gliscor, Talonflame and his Flygon raced each other in the sky. His Duraludon and your Aerodactyl were play fighting while your Gyarados preferred to swim in the lake on his own.

Your Altaria and Salamance were getting smothered in attention by Raihan. He was an absolute dork when it came to dragons, and it showed quite a bit.

Raihan was ruffling Altaria's feathers, cooing about how fluffy she was. Altaria had no idea how to react, she sent you confused glances here and there that screamed 'Help, mom'. Salamance sounded like he was laughing at her, which probably was a bit of revenge for him as Altaria had laughed at him when Raihan kept taking selfies with him.

Raihan glanced at all of the pokémon that surrounded both of you. He had to admit: he was impressed with your team. Specializing in a specific type meant that you would need to have good type coverage to counter your weaknesses, and your team delivered. Your Gliscor could deal with rock and electric pokémon, and your Talonflame and Aerodactyl could deal with ice pokémon.

Your pokémon definitely looked well trained. Looking at Aerodactyl and Duraludon who were play fighting, he noticed how his ace dragon was visibly struggling to keep up with the prehistoric pokémon. The urge to battle you was growing as he felt that you could give him a run for his money.

He looked back at you and smiled softly at the sight. You were laughing loudly as his Goodra nuzzled you affectionately, you didn't even care that you were all slimy.

If you would let him, Raihan would love to get to know you on a more personal level, and maybe he could help you achieve your dream of being a Flying-type gym leader right here, in Galar. You had so much potential.

In the end, he ended up finding an extra treasure in his vault.

#pokemon imagines #pokemon sword and shield #raihan imagines #raihan headcanons #raihan x reader #raihan #reader insert #pokemon #pokemon headcanons #pokemon shield #pokemon sword

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404gendernotfound · 4 years

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My Little Squirrel Part 2 (Hybrid!Jisung x Reader)

Summary: After spending your evening at the shelter you had to head back to do something for university even though it was hard for you to part with your favorite squirrel. Since university was stressful and time consuming you couldn’t manage to visit the shelter as soon as you wanted to.

Contains: fluff

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 4,2 K

Enjoy!

Part 1

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A huge smile grew on Jisungs face after I had promised him to visit him as often as possible. We kept laying in each other’s arms for some time after that just until he had fully calmed down. Thankfully his sniffling had stopped and he sat up to lean with his back against the wall. He looked a bit flustered since his cheeks were tainted a faint pink, probably because he felt a bit embarrassed for crying and clinging to me in his weak moment. He had scooted a bit away but he was still looking at me from his position. I moved on the bed so I was sitting at the edge of the bed facing the door. I looked at the clock next to it seeing that it was already 4pm which meant that I already spend half of my day here at the shelter trying to get Jisung to smile again. I looked back at Jisung to see that he was still watching me with his still slightly red eyes from crying. I send him a smile and scooted back to lean against the wall too, still keeping that little distance between us.

“Are you ok for now?”, I asked and watched him nod.

“Do you feel like joining the others again or do you want to be alone some more?”

I asked this with caution since I didn’t want him to think that I was trying to force him to go back to the other hybrids. Jisung looked as if he was thinking hard about my words. He scratched his head before he began to speak.

“I think I’ll be fine. You can go home”, he mumbled quietly and avoided to look directly at my face.

He must have noticed that I was thinking about going home soon since I kept looking at the clock from time to time. I still needed to prepare something for the next day since I would have to return to university again for some lectures. Jisung somehow looked a bit sad now that I looked at him a bit closer. I felt guilty for being the cause of the sad expression on his face right now. I reached out with my hand and placed it on his trying to sooth his worry about me leaving.

“If you don’t want me to leave yet I can still stay here a bit longer. I still have to do something but it’s not as important as you right now”, I explained and softly squeezed his hand.

Jisung looked at me and softly smiled. He shook his head and retreated his hand from mine.

“No, it’s ok. I’m ok. Don’t worry about me”

“Are you sure?”, I asked still concerned for the boy right next to me.

“Yes. You go home and do whatever you still have to do”

I wasn’t sure if he was just trying to cover up the fact that he didn’t want me to leave or if he really was ok for now. I stood up from the bed and grabbed my bag. I saw Jisung unwrap himself from the blanket and start to fold it until I stopped him.

“Don’t. You can keep it. It’s yours now.”, I said and wrapped the blanket around him again.

With my hands still resting at the edge of the blanket and right next to his face, Jisungs cheeks turned a darker shade of pink and he tried to hide his face in his hands.

“Thank you. I’ll treasure it forever”, he whispered and peeked through his fingers.

I couldn’t handle his cuteness. I softly ruffled through his hair before I held out my hand for him to take it.

“Let’s go to the others, shall we?”

He grabbed it and nodded happily. We walked out of his room and through the corridor to the common room where the other hybrids were playing. As we walked in 5 bunnies came walking over and gathered around us.

“Hannie how are you?”

“Are you feeling better?”

“Don’t get sad again, ok?”

They attacked him with thousands of questions and I thought Jisung would go back into panic mode but he stayed calm by my side and let all the questions get poured over him. One of them pulled him into a hug and the others shortly joined after. I had to smile at the sight in front of me. Jisung was in the best hands right here. I cleared my throat to get their attention again before I started to talk.

“You guys have to promise me to keep him safe and take care of him while I’m not around.”

“You’re not staying with us?”, a bunny asked and walked over to hug me.

“No, I can’t stay with you. But I’ll come visit you more often. So I’m counting on you to take care of that little ball of fluff over there”, I hugged him back and pointed at Jisung who shyly smiled in my direction.

“We will take care of him. Don’t worry”

“Alright. So I gotta go now. I’ll keep in touch with bf/n so if anything happens just tell her and I’ll know what’s going on. I’ll be off now.”

Before I could leave the common room Jisung came over to me. He stood in front of me and looked at me. It seemed like he wanted something but didn’t know how to say it.

“Do you want a hug?”, I asked smiling at him and he nodded.

I pulled him closer to me and wrapped my arms around him cautiously. He hugged me tight and buried his face in my neck again.

“Get home safe and visit soon”, he mumbled and squeezed me one last time before he stepped back and smiled at me.

I ruffled through his hair, which made him giggle and then made my way to the entrance. As bf/n saw me she came from behind the counter and hugged me.

“You’re going home?”, she asked.

“Yeah. University starts again tomorrow and I gotta prepare something for the lectures, so I have to go. If something happens with Jisung you contact me, right?”

“Of course. You’ll know when somethings going on. Text me when you get home”

“I will”

I waved goodbye before I left and walked back home. As I arrived at my apartment I texted bf/n that I arrived at home and then sat down at my desk to prepare some stuff for tomorrow. I was planning on visiting the shelter again after the lectures but I still wasn’t sure if I would be able to.

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Since the lectures went longer than expected and we already had to do a lot of stuff I didn’t really find the time to visit the shelter the last two weeks. I sometimes called bf/n and asked how Jisung was doing but other than that I just couldn’t manage to see him. Today was the first day after a while that I found the time to visit my best friend and my favorite boy. I arrived at the shelter at around 3pm. Bf/n was currently talking to some potential hybrid owners when I walked in through the door. I waved at her and walked past the entrance to the common room. As I walked into the room I saw that Jisung was sitting in the corner on a bean bag, reading a book while he was wrapped in his star blanket. I had to smile. He really seemed to love this blanket. I walked over and stood next to him. He didn’t even look up to check who had entered the room. He seemed not to really care.

“What are you reading?”, I asked looking at the open pages.

“Oh it’s just some book I found in the cabinet”, he answered and kept his focus on the pages.

I was a bit confused. Was he already not interested in me anymore that he just reacted like this?

“Are you not going to greet me?”, I asked confused about his behavior.

He turned his head towards me and his eyes began to sparkle.

“IT’S YOU!”, he almost screamed, instantly dropped his book mindlessly to the floor and almost jumped into my arms.

“Woah. Easy there, Hannie. We don’t want any of us to break a bone”, I laughed and wrapped my arms around him.

“I missed you. Where were you all this time?”, he mumbled and looked at me with big curious eyes.

“I had a lot of stuff going on with university. I wanted to visit you a lot earlier but I couldn’t make any time for it. I’m glad I could see you again today”, I explained and hugged him even tighter than before.

I was so glad to see that he was doing fine and seeing him this happy just from seeing me made me incredibly happy too. Jisung seemed like he didn’t even want to let go since he kept hugging me as tight as possible. I sighed relieved that he wasn’t disappointed in me for not coming to see him earlier and buried my face in his neck. Being this close to him I could smell the scent of his skin and to be honest it was the best thing I’ve ever smelled. Not to be cheesy but he really smelled like honey and I could almost hear the bees buzzing in my head as I was reminded of laying in a beautiful meadow and watching the bees fly from flower to flower. Jisung began to giggle as I nuzzled my nose against his neck which made me smile. We separated from the hug and he looked at me with big puppy eyes as he shyly grabbed my hands.

“Can we cuddle some more?”, he asked and looked at me as if he had a great need for affection.

“Of course. Let’s go over to the couch”

We walked over to the couch and I laid down with my back against the pillows. Jisung joined me with a dark red color painting his cheeks as he crawled on top of me. He laid his head down on my chest and wrapped his arms around my waist holding me as close to him as possible. I wrapped my arms around him and put one hand in his hair to play with it while we enjoyed this moment.

“Tell me if I get too heavy”, he whispered and looked up at me.

“You’re as light as a feather. Don’t worry”, I replied and ruffled his hair.

Jisung smiled and closed his eyes. It almost looked like he was filling his batteries again with the affection I was giving him. It was unusually quiet in the common room. Normally the 5 bunnies would be roaming around not letting one just have a quiet moment for once but now it was silent and no one was to be seen. It could be that they were sleeping in their rooms and maybe even one or two of them had been adopted in the time I wasn’t here. While Jisung was laying on top of me I saw his tail move behind him from time to time. I just now noticed how damn fluffy it looked. He must have noticed where I had been focusing my gaze on since he smiled at me and intentionally wiggled with his tail.

“What are you looking at?”, he asked and I almost chocked on my spit suddenly feeling shy myself.

“Your tail looks so fluffy. I can’t help but look at it.”, I admitted and watched his smile get even brighter.

“You can touch it if you want to”, he said and moved a bit up so I could reach better for his tail.

My god was his fur fluffy. As I touched it my hands were almost buried in an ocean of dark brown and long fur that was extremely warm to the touch and felt like touching a cloud. Jisung giggled as he saw the expression on my face showing how mesmerized I was with his fluffy tail. Shortly after that he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek instantly pulling me down from my cloud back to reality. I looked at him shocked and noticed my cheeks heat up as I realized what he had just done. Other than usual he didn’t look as shy as before. He radiated confidence and almost a bit of pride as he watched my face turn into a tomato. I felt like I had been frozen. Jisung moved his hand in front of my face trying to get me out of my trance but all I could do was look at him and try not to panic over the fact that this cute squirrel had just kissed my cheek with the biggest confidence I had ever seen in my life. He laughed at my current state and moved to sit on my lap instead of laying on top of me. It didn’t make my situation easier and caused me to blush even more. He seemed to enjoy my lack of words and seeing me this flustered since he tried everything he could to make me even more embarrassed. I couldn’t believe my eyes when he moved closer and cupped my cheeks with his hands.

“You look cute when you’re this embarrassed”, he said and leaned even closer.

Instead of replying to him I sat up a bit and cupped his face with my hands. He closed his eyes and I used that moment to fight back. I moved closer and pressed a long soft kiss to his forehead before I moved away again. As I saw the face I wanted to see, his cheeks all red and totally flustered, I smiled satisfied.

“Now we’re even”

Jisung moved back to his position before and snuggled against me trying to hide his flustered face. I continued to pet his head as he closed his eyes and rested. After some time of silence he began to speak again.

“Tell me about your home”, he mumbled quietly without lifting his head to look at me.

“Alright. It’s nothing special. Just a small apartment for myself where I usually don’t spend too much time since I’m either at work, university or out with my friends.”, I explained.

“And is there like a spare room?”, he asked out of nowhere.

“There is one. It’s currently my guest room but since I don’t really have guests over that spend the night I might just turn it into my office so I can have a bit more space in my bedroom with the desk missing then.”

“Oh. Ok”, Jisung said, sounding disappointed and somehow sad.

I didn’t really realize his intention until I noticed the sad look on his face. There was something he wasn’t telling me or that he was afraid to tell me. I turned my head so that I could look at him and softly lifted his chin up with one of my hands.

“Why do you look so sad hearing that?”, I asked still clueless about his intentions behind that particular question.

“It’s nothing.”, he whispered turning his head away.

“Come on. If it was nothing you wouldn’t have that look on your face. You can tell me everything, remember?”

He nodded and then looked back at me and began to talk about the last few days. 2 of the rabbits had left the shelter to live with a new family and the other three were currently on their trial week to see if their new potential owners could take care of them meaning that Jisung was currently alone at this part of the shelter. A few new hybrids came in but they were all still in quarantine for safety reasons and they would join him by the end of next week. I understood now why it was so quiet and why he had looked so bored when I had come in.

“So you’re all alone?”

He nodded and his faint smile completely vanished from his face. It broke my heart to see him like this. It looked like he was about to start crying every second now.

“And so you asked me if I had a spare room so I could take you in cause you feel abandoned? Is that it?”, I asked slowly getting a hang of the situation.

Jisung slowly nodded and turned away from me.

“I’m sorry for asking. I should go to my room now. I need to sleep.”, he suddenly said as if he wanted to avoid talking about it longer and just as the words had left his lips he was already gone.

I was left on the couch, confused about his behavior and even more confused about his reaction. It wasn’t like I rejected his proposal. Thinking about what words I had said before maybe he misunderstood and thought that with telling him that I would refunction the guest room it would mean that there was no space for him in my life. Which I definitely didn’t want to say. There would be nothing better than having a cute, sometimes clingy but always loving squirrel roaming around the apartment. Since I wanted to give him a bit space I walked to the entrance to talk to bf/n. Maybe she could help me a bit. As she saw me walking towards her, she already knew that something was wrong with me since she instantly pulled me into a hug when I arrived at the desk next to her.

“Did you two fight?”, she asked and I shook my head.

“Then what is it? You can tell me”

I told her what had happened and explained what the situation was. She couldn’t believe that I had been that stupid and didn’t get his message.

“Not to sound rude but you were dumb. That boy had been asking for you every day since you left the shelter a few weeks ago. He is so in love with you. He has been talking about you nonstop. He must feel hurt right now since you didn’t get his message or because he misunderstood. You should go to him regardless him needing space right now. If he hears your explanation he will understand. I’m sure”, she told me and softly pat my shoulder trying to cheer me up.

“You’re right. I should go and see how he is doing.”

“I’ll be right here if you need me.”, she said and smiled before I walked away and back to Jisungs room.

His door was slightly open, almost as if he had been hoping for me to join him. I knocked on the door.

“Hannie, it’s me. Can I come in?”

“It’s Jisung!”, he answered, almost sounding angry.

I was shocked by his words and didn’t know what to do. Maybe it really was better to leave him alone for now until he had calmed down again.

“I guess I should go then. Sorry”, I mumbled almost not noticeable and walked back to the entrance.

As bf/n saw me she frowned. I just shrugged, waved at her and made my way back out onto the street walking towards the bus station to get back home. Almost arriving at the bus station I got a call from bf/n.

“Hey. What’s up?”, I asked confused since she had just seen me a few minutes ago.

“It’s Jisung. He ran after you”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE RAN AFTER ME?”

“He came to the front desk a few minutes after you left and asked where you went. And I might have said that you went to the bus station and he might have instantly took off and even though I ran after him I lost sight of him. That little fucker is just too quick”

Hearing her words I almost instantly started to panic. Hearing that Jisung had left the shelter wasn’t really shocking but the fact that he did it alone meaning that there would be a possibility of people trying to maybe get a hang of a rare hybrid right now. And I really wanted him to be safe.

“Did you explain where the bus station is?”, I asked already looking around maybe already spotting the squirrel somewhere.

“I tried but before I could finish he already ran out. I would have gone with him if he just waited and didn’t instantly take off.”

I heard in her voice that she was already panicking. I started to walk around the bus station trying to maybe find him somewhere near.

“Where are you right now?”, I asked through the phone.

“I’m at the market. I lost track of him just before I called you. We really need to find him. But you should stay at the station. Maybe he might really find you”

“ARE YOU NUTS? I’m not going to just wait here and maybe never see him again. Stay on the phone. I’ll go search for him now.”

I heard her sigh on the other side of the line but since she didn’t answer I knew that she knew that I was right. The risk of losing him was higher than ever and I wasn’t going to risk that. I began to walk back trying to figure out where he might have gone on the way. It was already starting to get dark and I was about to lose hope to find him when someone crashed into me and instantly clung to me.

“Don’t leave! Please!”, I heard him begging and a huge stone fell from my shoulders when I heard his voice.

“He is with me.”, I said over the phone.

“Oh thank god! Please get him back here safe. He’s gonna get the biggest scolding of his life. Just wait until I see him again”

I had to laugh at her words. We ended the call and I put my phone away turning my head to the squirrel clinging to me as if his life depended on it.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? DO YOU KNOW WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU OUT HERE? YOU NEED TO BE CAREFUL”

Jisung looked at me with big eyes, shocked that I was almost screaming at him. He kept his head low and just listened to what I had to say.

“We could have lost you. GODDAMN SOMEONE COULD HAVE JUST KIDNAPPED YOU AND WE WOULD NEVER KNOW. NEVER. DO. THAT. AGAIN”

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t let you go with you being mad at me”, he said in a small voice almost starting to cry.

I sighed and pulled him into a hug.

“I’m not mad at you. I just wanted to give you some space to let you think. I’m so glad that you are ok”, I mumbled against his neck as I hugged him tight.

He stayed silent and hugged me back even tighter. We separated from the hug and I took his hand.

“Let’s head back to the shelter. Don’t let go of my hand or I might lose you again and I don’t want that. Understood?”

He nodded obedient. We walked back to the shelter and it was already dark when we arrived there. Bf/n instantly walked towards us when we entered.

“Do you know how worried we were? You can’t just take off like that! You know exactly how dangerous it is for you especially to go outside alone. Be more responsible and think before you act. Do you understand me?”, she asked and looked at Jisung, who looked down at the floor again.

“I understand”, he said in a tiny voice and I squeezed his hand to show him that everything was ok now.

“I would have gone with you if you would have just waited a bit longer. Next time just be a bit more patient, alright?”

“Ok. I’m sorry”, Jisung apologized and looked back up at her.

After talking a bit more we walked back to Jisungs room. He sat down on his bed still looking like a scolded puppy. I sat down next to him and he instantly turned to me.

“Are you still mad?”, he asked.

“Jisung. I was never mad at you. How could I ever be mad at you, huh?”, I said and reached out to pet his head.

“You know…when I said that I was going to rearrange my spare room I didn’t mean to reject you. I actually didn’t even understand what you wanted. To be honest I would be really happy to have you around at all times of the day.”, I confessed and watched Jisungs sad face turn into a huge smile.

“Really?”, he asked, his eyes sparkling and almost watering from excitement.

“Yes, really”

As soon as these words left my lips Jisung already hugged me. So tight that I almost couldn’t breath anymore.

“Thank you.”, he mumbled quietly and shortly after that I heard quiet sniffling.

As I looked at Jisung he was crying.

“Hey. Don’t cry”, I whispered and stroked his cheek, wiping away his tears.

“I’m just so happy”, he cried and smiled at me.

How could he get any cuter?

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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Lilac is the best shade of purple, don't'cha think? // J x Lilith // a renewal of love, soft comfort.

A/N: @jokershyena I’ve spent all of the last two days writing this for you because I am livid that someone dared to invalidate the love that you share in such a cruel way. Because your love is important. Because your love is real and valid and safe and good and wholesome. Because I love you and I love J and I adore the relationship you have together. And, also, a chance to spoil you? Hell yeah! <3 Personal details within; all things which I’ve written about before so I hope it’s okay to put them here, too.

Summary: Cruel, close-minded remarks make you feel like J is mad at you; you should be stronger than to be hurt by such comments, your mind tells you. It’s untrue; J watches you crumble, but he doesn't let you wholly break. He catches your fall effortlessly and he reminds you of all the reasons why, of all the reasons you have what you do together. J breaks your fall with his own self and he meets you halfway. It's the loudest "I love you" and you hear him as clear as day.

TW; allusions to sex, emotional heaviness. Largely soft + fluffy but starts angsty. J refers to himself as Daddy (the things I do for you).

Word count: 4, 373. (A-ta-ta, no telling me off - you said you’d hold back! 😂)

HE’S SO CUTE IN THIS GIF OMG I WANNA SQUISH AND KISS AND PROTECC

You had been shaken to the very core of your soul by the cruel and careless comments about J, your J, which had been thrown at you. You had been deeply and personally invalidated, almost to the point of a vicious attack for no other reason than ignorance. Oh, how you wished that people were more aware of themselves and their words. How you wished that you had never even tried to reach out to someone new, to give someone else a chance at who you were. With the emotional depth of a teaspoon had someone so horrifically ripped into you. Their words had been callously loaded arrows with sharpened tips laced with poison. Once fired had they not missed the bullseye which may as well have been stamped upon your heart.

Various sentences and strings of words stood out and reverberated inside your skull. They attached to your sense of logic and weighed it down with thick, black tar. There was so much blackness within you this night that logic had ceased to have all meaning now and your mind had thus corrupted your spirits, which had been broken so easily. You knew that if J had been home right now, he would have been livid at what you perceived to be a state of weakness. How could you allow one person to split a crack into your soul so easily, someone you had barely known? So angry were you, so full of rage were you from all the harsh untruths and cold lies which had been tossed at you that your entire body was shaking and tears of hate and of sorrow poured down your cheeks, hot and fast. Oh, but you felt so sick. You were crying so hard that you almost couldn’t breathe, your lungs aching so desperately as your body yearned for oxygen.

But more than that... oh, more than that, you craved for J to come home, you hungered for your chaotic life partner, for your clown prince of crime, to be here with you. You wanted for him to reach within your mind and to extract the words from your head, to remove all traces of that person. You wish you had never taken that step forward. You hadn’t thought it through, but then... but then you shouldn’t have had to. You had done nothing wrong. You had only opened up and bared yourself to the world once more, and just like last time had you been shown all the reasons why you shouldn’t. There was a war waging within you; one half of you was stuck on what had happened and the other half of you was focused on the comforting and familiar weight of the ring on your finger, of the green and the purple side by side which so perfectly captured the way that you and J belonged together.

You could feel the branded ‘J’ on your shoulder and as your hand came up to feel the raised scar even through your shirt did the memory of the pain and of the gushing of the hot blood as it had poured down your skin fill your senses. You remembered the way J had straddled you, the way the switchblade he favoured had glinted silver in the natural sunlight of the room. You remembered the intense look of concentration in his whirlpools of a chocolate galaxy as he had bent over your torso. He had been quick overall, surprised had he been by your wishes. J had initially thought that you had been joking, but you hadn’t. You had genuinely and truly wanted for your J - yours - to brand you and to forevermore mark you as his and J had acquiesced. Though he enjoyed inflicting pain on occasions, he never gave you more than you could take and he had been quick by way of expressing his emotions, namely gratitude and love to you; for in actions did J communicate most loudly, most clearly.

Thoughts and memories of your life and your love with J filled your mind; the first time you had met on a darkened street and he had followed you home, safe in the shadows of yesterday, your first hug, the first kiss... the first shower together so that you could get used to being so naked and exposed in front of him before the first time you had sex... the first time you had shared the same bed, the first time you had come home to find J waiting for you because he didn’t know how else to show you that he had missed you. All of your first times were quickly followed by darker times; your arguments, all the times that J had been gone for days at a time without so much as a message or anything which let you know when he was coming home. All the times that you had cried for him, because of him, all the times that you had been wrenched from sleep because J was bleeding all over the sheets, unbothered was he by his own injuries. Both of you cared little for your own selves and you lived and you loved for the other person; in taking care of one another were your own selves taken care of and oh, how keenly the both of you felt any kind of separation, any kind of distance between the two of you. Physical or emotional did it matter not, for neither of you could or would survive long without the other.

The tale of the Hyena and her clown was one which was known only to the two of you. Anything else would put you in danger and J couldn’t abide even the idea of that. He had many, many ideas, his mind always racing in search of the next thing to do, but he rarely, if ever, told you about them. Even lies had elements of truth to them and so he didn’t even fabricate any details. If ever you were arrested or captured or even suspected of being involved with him then you would be immediately incriminated and you could potentially be tortured for information, and so did J keep everything to himself so that he could keep you safe. You were always a matter of the greatest urgency to J, something which was rooted in life or death for him. You would forever be his his greatest priority, and any stories which he told you late at night or in the early hours of the morning after you had jolted awake from another nightmare or from a bout of sleep paralysis were once which had undoubtedly been in the media, so that while you were involved in J’s life, you were also on the outside and such events had already occurred; thus removing any sense of danger which could arise from your being told of his ideas.

All the good and the beautiful moments and all of the bad and the ugly moments flooded your mind and you sank onto your bed with a choked sob, your hands covering your face as you gave in to all that you were thinking, all that you were feeling. Beyond the sadness and the rage which had descended upon you like a cloak was love and a fierce instinct to protect J, to protect what was yours. J had always been yours and he would always be yours, no matter what; and nothing and no one could or would ever be able to take you away from him. Not even Death itself would try; It knew better than that. You were truly meant to be and you were made for each other. So much of who you were complemented who J was and there was so much of the both of you which echoed within the other. You both thrived on chaos, you both loved to laugh together, and oh, the love the two of you shared was so palpable, so raw and so real that anyone lucky enough to see it from an outsider’s perspective was left reeling by it. You so rarely shared this part of yourself with others and what had happened tonight was exactly why you weren’t more open about it. People just didn’t understand.

So lost were you within yourself, so confused and so hurt and so angry were you that you completely missed J coming in through the front door. He rushed through his usual routine of checking every room by leaning across the doorway, intense gaze scanning the space which was available there. There was something in the air of your shared home which was just... wrong and J’s sharp instincts had picked up on it the second he had stepped over the threshold of the front door. So emotionally connected were the two of you, so intertwined were your weary souls that J just knew that something had happened to you this day and he was determined to get to the bottom of it, and fast, for a Joker he may but nothing did he treat as seriously as he did the art of loving you, his Hyena. The sounds of your anguish, muffled were they by the closed door which separated the both of you, tugged at J’s heartstrings and caused a physical ache in his chest, which he alleviated psychosomatically by rubbing at the area with a gloved hand. His full lips were set in a line, his jaw muscles ticking even as he tongued at the scars on his inner cheek. He didn’t like this. Not. One. Bit.

Under any other circumstances, J would have opened your bedroom door with such force that the wooden frame would have bounced off the blue walls and made you jump. He would have said, “ta-da!!!” with a dramatic wave of his arms and J would have cackled at your reaction as you scolded him for making you jump. But as it was, this was serious. His Hyena was upset and J could tell from the way that you were crying - so well did he know you after twelve years of being in your life in one way or another, though that way had become more defined and more... intimate in recent years - that this wasn’t a time for joking. You didn’t need The Joker right now. You needed J, your J, and always was he there to catch your fall even before you knew that you were falling. All of this and several other thoughts, including the fact that J would murder whomever had made you cry, filled his mind within the few moments that he was stood there, and he pushed the door open with a hand, moving loud enough that his clothes rustled as he moved, thus alerting you to his presence, but quietly enough that he let you know without speaking that he understood the gravity of the situation and he was treating it and you with the care and respect which was deserved and needed.

Your breath was coming in panting gasps now and J clicked his tongue in disapproval, moving effortlessly through the space until he could get to your bed. His purple leather clad fingers wrapped cleanly around your wrists and J tugged them away from your face. “Shush, shush shush,” He used the same low and soothing tone which aided you in relaxing after a nightmare or a bout of sleep paralysis, and you found yourself taking a deep and natural breath which filled up your entire lungs before you exhaled and totally emptied them in a single rushed exhale of J’s name. “Daddy’s got’cha, babydoll.” J’s fingers slid easily in the spaces between your own and he tugged you up to standing with the grip which he had on both of your hands. His voice was quiet, his words practiced but sincere. He knew what to say to you, he knew how to say it to you. “What’s eatin’ at’cha, hm?” J suspected that something had been said to you and though you hesitated to tell him, scared were you that he would be angry with you or that he would think you weak for not being able to to withstand the cruel things which had been thrown your way. “Ya’ know ya’ can tell me anythin’, Lil.” The familiar encouragement, of words spoken often, was accompanied with a slightly impatient bite to the words. J wasn’t messing around, he needed to know who or what had hurt you. He cared little for the whys or the hows, you were the only thing which was truly important in his life.

You could think of no better way to explain the situation to J than to just... show him your phone. The harsh blue light from the small screen screen cast an eerie glow upon J’s starkly painted visage and you saw his jaw muscles bunching up as he tongued at the scars on the inside of his cheeks. Oh, but this... this was true anger. You shrunk away from him, expecting to be faced with his anger, but J wasn’t angry at you. You watched his face carefully as J hunched over your phone, his thumb scrolling rapidly and an occasional click coming from those talons as they met the screen; he was reading quickly and you realised that while J was reading all of it, he was only taking in the worst of what had been said to you. You knew what he was reading:

How can you love someone who’s so messed up?

He’s The Joker - he’s a bad person.You’re one too if you love him.

He’s ugly inside and out; such a horrible person.

He killed a boat full of people and who knows how many others - you can’t love him.

You’re crazy if you love him.

Minutes crawled by, marked only by your breathing, and you could see that J was thinking, analysing. It was only when he locked your phone and handed it back to you with a careless flick of his wrist that you knew that he was done. You took the phone from J, your fingers brushing against his, and then set your phone down on the bedside table. You stared at your phone, a hurricane of emotions swirling around in your mind, your perception of the situation skewed. You felt... heavy. Like you were unworthy of J, somehow, because you had gotten so upset about this, because you had allowed a stranger’s cruelty to so deeply affect you. J was watching you and he snorted quietly under his breath, drawing your attention towards him and away from the object which represented the day’s hurt. “That, ah - that look on ya’ face better be a bad joke.” His tone told you everything that you most desperately needed to know in that moment - that he wasn’t angry at you but rather at the person who had been on the other end of the screen. How could he ever be mad at you, the only person in Gotham who cared enough to see him, to really see him? You smiled without feeling, tears stinging at your sore eyes, rimmed with red were they, and J made a noise of something which only made those tears slip down your cheeks. He opened his arms to you, his fingers splayed out at his sides, and you choked on your next breath as you fell into your clown.

He caught you.

He always had and he always would.

J was warm, impossibly so, and you pushed yourself into the dark green fabric of his waistcoat. All of your anger and hurt was beginning to melt away, insignificant was it in the face of what truly mattered to you, and J made a noise of amusement and pulled the edges of his royal purple trench coat around you so that only the crown of your head and your legs were visible to the room. Then, with his arms solidly around you did he lean his weight into your body, which served to bring you even closer to him. J ducked his head and nuzzled his face into the top of your head, his hot breath tickling the surface of your scalp and making you smile into his body, though you resisted the urge to scratch the top of your head to relieve the itch which was now there. Your arms came around the back of J and you squeezed into him. J growled low in his throat, a tidal wave of protectiveness overcoming him as your need for him was more than apparent, and he stepped ever closer to you. If he moved away from you now, you would lose your balance. The thought made J’s lips quirk upwards in amusement; he wouldn’t do it, though. Not to you. And not when you were feeling like this.

Oh, shit, you loved him. This moment right here was what you lived for. It was what got you out of bed every day even feeling the way that you so often did; to the point where you said that you were okay because at least you didn’t feel worse. This moment right here was everything to you. It was medicine to your soul, oxygen to your heart, and exactly what you needed to begin to move on from the hurt which had been inflicted upon you this day. J was so solidly pressed against you, every plane of your bodies aligned. The scent of greasepaint, gasoline, gunpowder, with a slight undertone of sweat and then of something which was just J filled your senses and a serene, soft smile came to your face. As if he could sense the peace filling your weary and tormented soul did J hum quietly, low in his throat, and you felt it rumble through his chest. You turned your head so that you could press a kiss to the area there and J’s arms flexed around you. He was holding you carefully, knowing was he of the parts of your body which you didn’t want to be touched, but his grip was firm. J wanted you here in his arms.

J wanted to comfort you.

J wanted to be here for you, with you.

J wanted you.

Snippets of things he had said in the past, flashes of all those memories which had filled your mind only moments earlier, all filtered through in your mind and you felt your tears beginning to slow as you sunk into all that J was, all that he had ever been and all that he would ever be. You loved him for all of him; for all of the good and the bad, for all of the things which he kept hidden from you for various reasons including protection, for all of the things you knew he had done, for all of the things which you only suspected without knowing for sure... You loved J, you loved him and you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that neither of you were crazy. Neither of you were wrong, neither of you were any of the words which had been thrown at you. Neither of you were ever anything other than yourselves and though that opened you up to being misunderstood by those who didn’t even want to understand, it also meant that again and again and again did the two of you fall together. You knew J, you knew him, and he knew you, too. There was nothing that the two of you hadn’t already survived together and there was nothing which would ever tear you asunder.

Finally did your arms slide up, up J’s back, still underneath the trench coat, and they curved to the broad slope of his shoulders. J lifted his head from yours in response to the change in the situation which he knew was coming and the top of your head felt cold... empty, with only the ghost of his touch. It felt much like the way your heart did without him by your side, where he belonged. Even when he was right beside you did you miss him. You moved to cup J’s face in your hands but unlike other times, there was no warning which flashed in his dark eyes. No tilting backwards of his head, no grunting. J just... looked at you and saw you looking back. Such a raw connection was made when your matching sets of chocolate eyes met - a match made in Hell, were you - as soul gazed into soul. “You’re so handsome, J.” You expected for J to scoff, but he didn’t. He was quiet. He was letting you love on him in all the ways that you wanted to and with a twinge in your gut did you suspect that he had been at least slightly offended by the conversation thread, though that wasn’t your fault. J would have found it out, anyway, so determined was he when it came to soothing the tempestuous storms which so daily rained down hell upon his beautiful Lilith. “And you’re not a monster. You’re a human, just like me, and you’re beautiful,” Slowly, carefully, did your fingers move to trace along the jagged scars. Though J didn’t ever focus on the past and he preferred to leave it where it belonged, the story behind his scars always broke your heart and you wished that you had been there for him. You would have been there for him, protected him... loved him.

J echoed those sentiments, unexpressed such as they were. He occasionally entertained thoughts of what he would have done had he been there for you at key areas of your life, but in the end he knew that such thoughts could cause more pain than good. There was only the here and the now and right now, oh... right now, your lips were pressing so reverently against the worst of his scars. J’s eyes slipped closed and he hummed as he pressed himself into your slow and careful touches, so hesitant were you to hurt him. You knew not if the nerve endings were active and so you were as gentle as you could be with the man who held your entire heart in his hands. “You’re not,” another kiss, “A monster, J.” Your lips traced across the neater of the two scars and J’s breath hitched imperceptibly, his arms flexing from where they loosely rested around you, “You’re human.” J knew what you were saying; that you were sorry for those words, that you still thought that he was mad at you. Thoughts remained despite J’s best efforts and he huffed as he realised that he had to up his game.

J pulled away from you and left you with the ghostly imprint of himself against every part of you as he shed his trench coat. It dropped carelessly to the floor - a dangerous move considering how many weapons, grenades and the like resided in the many pockets - and he unlaced and then removed his steel toe capped boots with no care for where they landed. J threw back the corner of the duvet and got in easily before he reached across the space of the bed and peeled back your corner, too - get in. You did so and immediately were you tugged into J’s body. He made a show of wiggling around so that he could get comfortable for you and you ended up on your stomach laying atop J. Full, painted lips rained down kisses atop your head and each time J pulled off of you did he make an exaggerated mwah noise. He was doing what he could to cheer you up, sensing even without much confirmation from you that this had shaken you up more than you cared to admit to. You hated the way that this had made you feel and you wanted to erase the time of the experience, brief though it had been, from your mind. Such a thing was impossible, however, and so you contented yourself with allowing J to remind you of the things which really and truly mattered:

Not a stranger’s cold ignorance. Not rumours or heresay or lies. Not theories, rumours or untruths.

But this. Just... this.

You, in J’s arms, and he, pressed up against you so solidly that you could feel his heartbeat as well as yours. You, securely tucked in J’s embrace and he, doing his best to remove the world’s cruelties from the forefront of your mind even though he had been the indirect target. J’s lips in your hair and the echo of his scars against your lips, his scent in your nostrils and his hands upon your body. There was so much love between you in this moment, more obvious was in it times of great need, such as right now, that it had come together and formed a third entity in the bedroom, which shielded your minds as surely as the rapidly heating up duvet shielded your bodies from the room, like a radiator was J, and kept you safe, sane and honest from all those who sought to do you harm. For J wasn’t a monster, he was simply ahead of the curve and you... oh, and you were right there beside him, where you belonged. J’s hand crept across the space and picked up your own. His finger rubbed over the ring which you wore for him and you were just quick enough to see the smallest of smiles on his full lips as cool metal met his heated flesh.

You smiled to see evidence of J’s own happiness and as you nuzzled into your clown, feeling drowsy as the toll of tonight’s emotions, on top of what you had already been feeling, piled up on you, you whispered a very heartfelt and very sincere, “I love you, Jack.”

J’s fingers froze upon your ring and you held your breath, but as soon as he had reacted did he decide to not react and you released that same breath just as he said,

“I know, Lilith. I know.”

And he did.

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ronanvespertine · 4 years

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At one point Tokoyami is drawn in this coat with a fluffy collar that looks a hecknof a lot like Hawks; I’m just observing, and Tokoyami is extra enough to low key cosplay someone. I wonder if Hawks notices ><

Really?! Where is that pic?! I wanna see!!! TT^TT

And yeah, he actually does low-key cosplay, haha. Canon notes say that red choker was inspired by his favorite hero, Dark Crystal, after all. And he wears it everyday. Maybe Tokoyami has a hidden hero worship thing going on—kinda like Hawks with Endeavor LMAO! XD (although that choker is probably just convenient reasoning to hide where the yellow bird head/beak meets skin haha)

Hmm, as for Hawks noticing it...idk. Actually, I wonder what Hawks thinks of Tokoyami in canon. Separating from my fanon headcanons (oof, it’s hard to do that lol), this is what I think Hawks canonically thinks of Tokoyami so far:

Impressed by Tokoyami’s guts to go after his ass.

Hawks likes fighters, and Tokoyami is definitely not afraid to fight him haha! Hmm, how do you describe it.....it’s kinda like being competitive. Like you stand at the top in something, but then you see someone genuinely trying to match you, and it lights a fire in you. And you can’t help but want to pay more attention to that person and get them to fight harder. While also dancing out of their reach because hey, why make it easy for them? XD

It’s also similar to how Hawks looks up to Endeavor, in a way. The only person genuinely trying to match All Might, even when it’s impossible. I wrote about it a bit in Hawks: The Man with Puny Wings. I want to write more about Hawks’ admiration for Endeavor, though. Because there’s a lot of stuff you could explore there.

When someone is genuinely trying their hardest to beat someone/something, you can’t help but cheer them on. That’s what I think Hawks is like for Endeavor and Tokoyami. Trying to help both of them reach their goals, and reveling in the feeling of watching Tokoyami improve. There’s also the whole thing about Hawks’ impossible dream correlating to both of their goals, but I’ve talked a lot already lmao!

Tokoyami has potential.

Hawks recruited Tokoyami partly because he was miffed that Tokoyami was neglecting one of his strengths. I mean, seeing as Hawks didn’t just outright tell him from the get-go, I don’t think Hawks really intended to fix that bit himself, haha. He only wanted Tokoyami for information, after all. But since Tokoyami went out and tried to chase him down....might as well spend some time helping him improve.

Hawks on default seems to just leave people be and not expect them to try their hardest, I think. Like, he doesn’t push people to improve, just flies in and does the work himself. And seeing how he saw Endeavor as the only guy trying to reach All Might, he might think other heroes don’t try as hard as him and Endeavor do. That whole speech at the charts was him looking down on the others for being cowards, after all LOL. Hawks might think of people as wasted potential or something. That they could do so much more if they tried harder. But they don’t. So Hawks just gives up on them, too.

(It’s kind of like that person who does everything for a group project, LMAO! Like, you give up on anyone else doing the work, so you just do it yourself, haha! Or you just figure that the project will come out looking like shit if you have others do it, so you just do most of it yourself to get the best results.)

Tokoyami didn’t give up, so Hawks decided to try investing in him. (Lol weird word choice) And seeing someone’s potential actually coming to light and building itself....I think it must satisfy Hawks even a little. Again, in a world full of people he thinks don’t try their hardest, seeing people who do try to go beyond their limits must give him some kind of positive emotion.

(I’ve written about this somewhere andihiuhwan I don’t remember where LOL!)

Eager.

Hawks said he wished he could’ve worked more with Tokoyami. Probably to watch him grow and stuff. It’s like the excitement you see from watching someone progress. It’s fun to watch someone strive past their limits! That’s what makes protagonists so cool. Following their progress. I feel like I’m just repeating myself, though, so we’ll leave this at that, haha!

And as much as I’d love to emphasize the impact they have on each other, Hawks prioritizes his heroism first. He left Tokoyami behind on the work study for his mission, after all. Tokoyami is probably a secondary priority or something, unfortunately. If he’s even considered a priority at all. Maybe Hawks thinks of Tokoyami like he’s a side project or something, hahaha!

And as for Tokoyami’s side of things, I don’t really know if it’s hero worship or a genuine wish to impress a mentor. It’s still really cute though, haha! I’d rather it was just a genuine wish to impress a mentor. I don’t really see a lot of hero worship in Tokoyami. And, well....the relationship between a student and teacher is really powerful.

Seeing Tokoyami want Hawks to see his improvement was really powerful. I don’t know how to describe it, but... I guess seeing Tokoyami have a goal in mind was awesome. And it was such a genuine wish, too. Because yeah, sure, we know everyone wants to be a hero. And everyone wants to try their best. But why? Sometimes the reasoning is really shallow. And other times, the reasoning is really abstract. But to show someone their improvement? It’s much easier to see that.

Tokoyami wanting to get better to show Hawks how much he improved....it’s so cool. I can’t express how much I love it, hahaha! It’s just so genuine. Like, y’all get me, right? Especially when we read that chapter—having Tokoyami’s thoughts on wishing Hawks could see him contrasted with the heaviness happening between Hawks and Twice. I think it means so much that Horikoshi showed us that side-by-side. Something genuine and pure contrasted with Hawks’ darker work.

Like, is that the only thing Hawks’ heroism can bring? Pain and suffering? No. Hawks can inspire people. He inspires Tokoyami. His heroism isn’t all dark. And that’s the one thing I love about Tokoyami being a part of Hawks’ story.

Tokoyami’s a beacon of light in Hawks’ darkness.

(haha, making connections with the tokoyami fic lol. I talk briefly about the definition of a hero. One of them is that a hero should be a beacon of light. This would make Tokoyami so, so much more important for Hawks. And if you’ve read the fic, you’d understand the significance this would hold for Tokoyami as well. Tokoyami being a beacon of light—despite being destined for the dark.)

AAAAAAAAAAA THERE’S SO MUCH THAT I LOVE ABOUT THE BIRD BRO DYNAMIC GUYS I CAN’T TELL YOU ALL HOW MUCH I LOVE IT JSAHWIUHAJBC;HWO—

#ronan answers #anon #tokoyami fumikage #bnha hawks #bird bros

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Bonds Across Lifetimes // Dick Grayson X Reader

Warning/s: death, pain, um, flirting? It’s a relationship based one basically

Word Count: 4,217

I thought this was cute, but then again, this is something I wrote almost two years ago and dug up out of my computer, so please don’t judge me too hard core about the corniness.

Here’s my Masterlist.

Enjoy.

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Bonds can span lifetimes. The bond of friendship is the foundation to every other bond known to mankind. No one can yet explain how a bond is formed; but whether through magic, other worldly intervention, or something as simplistic as the workings of human emotions, bonds are formed within the first moments of meeting.

Age 8:

Driving through on the outskirts of the city of Gotham is one mistake you would wish your parents never made, but at the same time is happy that you were on the snowy road on the Christmas Eve of 2007.

As you opened your tired eyes, you had to blink multiple times to get the clouds out of your eyes. You looked around, wondering when you fell asleep in the car, taking a while before you notice that the car your family had had as long as you could remember was shoved into a tree on your daddy's side of the car.

"Mommy?" Your young voice squeaked out, looking for your parents around you, not seeing them in the front seats. "Daddy?"

The front window was gone, where did that go too?

You reached for your seat belt, wanting nothing more than to walk around and find where your parents went off to and know why they left you in the car. But your car seat was in the way, pinning the buckle beneath the plastic seat.

"Hello?" All around you from what you could see out the window looked like a bunch of trees with the classic fluffy snowflakes of a Gotham winter covering the car and everything around it.

There were no houses or roads or anything to tell you where you were.

Or the better question, why you were alone in your car.

"Help," Your voice grew quiet, your lower lip began to tremble as warm tears in your eyes began to spill over and run down your cheeks.

A tree branch snapped loudly near you, your sobs stopping to listen for who, or what, was coming near you.

Was it a bear?

Were there even bears in Gotham? Or what if it was Joker, or Penguin, but why would they-

"Robin, really? A stick?"

"Sorry." Two voices began bickering at each other, one sounding older than the other. "I just wanted to get a better look."

Two figures stepped in front of your car; their shadows were all you could see through the heavy snow fall. "They look dead, both of them." The younger of the two voices spoke, the smaller shadow moving around and got darker as it got closer to the car.

"Robin, don't get closer, I smell gasoline." The older and scratchier voice called to the younger one, the shadow stopped getting closer and looked like it started to get farther away.

As the voice spoke, your nose agreed with him, the smell of a gas station whenever your dad would fill up your car filled your nose. You never did like that smell, it smelled like bad corn on the cob. "What if someone else is in the car, Bruce?"

"They would have been killed with the crash as well, there's no way someone could have survived a head on collision with a tree. We need to leave before the cops show up; I called them as soon as I saw the car."

"Wow, you think of everything, Bruce!"

"Robin, it's Batman when we're out on patrol."

"Oh, sorry." The two voices went farther and farther away from you, the shadows fading away.

You wiggled in your seat, trying again to get free from your seat belt keeping you stuck in the car, the gas smell started to like roasting marshmallows and burnt cookies, "Help! Wait! Please! Help me!" Tears rolled down your face as your fingers began to bleed, the plastic cutting into your skin; your screams and sobs now mixing with coughs from the smell and air chocking you.

How could a little one like you possibly understand what the two voices meant when your parents were dead? How could they be? You just saw them a minute ago when they were driving home.

"Help!" Your voice croaked, the loud screaming hurting your throat, the snot you kept swallowing didn't help either.

Something loudly boomed on the roof of your car, a blanket covered the window behind you, which somehow was still together after being shoved into a tree. The only thing now that allowed you to see was the fire burning from the front of your car.

Wait, fire?

"Hi." A face popped in front of your broken window out of nowhere, the hot yellow fire lighting up his black mask and the smile on his face. The sudden movement proceeded to cause you to scream again, leaning into the corner of your car seat with nowhere to go. "Hey, it's okay. I'm here to get you out." You nodded your head after noticing that he talked like a kid your age.

The boy took out a knife, the silver glinting in the fire light, oh right, the fire. You looked over at the front of the car and saw the fire coming closer to you. "You're free." The boy told you, grabbing your hand to pull you out the window and led you away from your car and the tree it was smashed into.

As soon as the two of you stepped behind a tree, a loud and resounding boom filled your ears, a shock wave shaking the ground beneath you.

You pressed your hands to your ears; all you could hear was ringing while you felt someone hugging you to them. Their breath hitting your face, their own heart beat pounding against your cheek, the rate easily out racing your own.

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There you were.

Shivering in the cold snow up to your ankles, your purple dress torn and tattered.

Your right foot was cold, that shoe lost in the car you now stared at, the flames flickering and lighting up you E/C eyes, still wet from crying.

Your parents were dead.

Leaving you alone in the woods, cold, and with only one shoe.

"You okay?" The person who pulled you out of the car stood next to you, you noticed he was a little taller than yourself.

"Mhm," He nodded with you, wrapping his cape around your shoulders as you shivered. The Robin logo on his chest now visible to you, confirming that the masked person beside you was in fact Robin, one half of the Gotham Caped Crusaders your parents always talked about.

"Um, Batman is just calling the police, and then you can come with us if you want." Your eyes met the white lenses of his mask before you smiled at him. "I'm...I'm Robin by the way. But I bet you already knew that." He smiled down at you; your eyes being even with his mouth saw a missing front tooth, waiting for a new one to replace it.

"I'm Y/N," You said, giggling at the hole in his mouth, his own confused look contorted his face, questioning why you were laughing at him. "Your tooth is gone."

"Yeah," His smile grew wider as he showed off his missing tooth, proudly placing his hands on his hips. "I lost it last week and everything!"

"Cool! I got both of mine a while ago! See." You smiled like him, showing off your two big kid teeth. He looked in your mouth and his smile turned into a pout, crossing his arms over his chest to emphasize his unhappiness.

"That's no fair. I wanna have my big kid front teeth." You wanted to say more, but a big hand gently pushed the two of you forward, one on each of your backs. Your eyes followed the hand up and saw the masked face of Batman.

"Let's get you two kids home. Y/N, I have someone who's willing to take you in. Welcome to the team." His scratchy voice wasn't so scratchy anymore; it was like he cleared his throat of snot.

You and Robin met each other's stare and giggled, quickly racing each other towards the Batmobile, while the legal driver watched you two with a rare smile on his face, happy that Dick may finally have someone close to his age to be friends with.

Bonds can form from a single look. A single touch.

Science still can't explain how they are formed, or why they are so powerful to break.

But it is the challenges they go through that tests the everlasting strength of a bond.

Age 14:

You sighed loudly, but not loud enough apparently to interrupt Zatanna very openly flirting with Robin. Now you wouldn't be totally bothered by this, if it weren't for the fact that the two of you were dating.

A year long relationship with Dick Grayson was the best thing that had ever happened to you, but it was hard to conceal your feelings toward him when the two of you are in the field together.

At Gotham Academy, the both of you are the open couple, at least, open in the fact that the two of you were almost always seen together, holding hands, trying to out run the other in gym, where ever Y/N was, Dick wasn't far behind, the same way around. Having to go into the stoic, teammate only based relationship of being Robin and Y/S/N, you were slowly going mad.

"Aw, come on, Robin, just one date, like coffee, or food, or anything that will get you out of Mount Justice." Granted, you loved Zee, but not right now. Sitting across from the two as one flirted and the other tried writing a report for Batman wanted to make you sick.

"Ah, young love," Wally sighed as he flopped down onto the couch cushion next to you, his masked pulled down as he chuckled at how awkward his best friend was females. "Isn't it just beautiful."

You grunted in response, if you had the power of Superman's heat vision, the hole in Zatanna would be huge. "Hey, Y/S/N, hello." Wally snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, trying to get any reaction from you, he had just made the best joke and no one heard it! What wasted potential.

Shaking your head, you turned to the ginger, apologizing, "Sorry, was accidentally practicing my Batglare."

Wally hummed, turning back at the two awkwardly flirting teenagers, amazed that his ladysman friend wasn't jumping at the opportunity to go on a date with one of the hottest YJ members, "So why is it that Zatanna's the target for your glare?"

A blush quickly made its way up to your cheeks as you diverted your eyes away from the two raven haired teenagers, "She's not, I was just staring in that direc-"

"Oh. Oh, I get it!" Wally shot to his feet, a wide grin on his face as he became aware of what you were up to. "You like Robin!"

"Wh-what! N-no! What made you think that?" Ad hard as you tried to play off Wally's accusation, the ginger saw right through you.

"Oh darling, you've got it bad for him! How long have you liked him? When was it, have you made a move what about..." His lips moved a mile a minute, his words all getting jumbled together as his excitement built.

"Wally!" You screeched, jumping on top of him to firmly press your hand against his mouth to shut him up. "Stop that!" The two of you were not in a funky looking predicament, with you straddling his waist and your face hovering close to his.

"I will not!"

"Ew! Why did you just lick me!" You pulled your hand back, wiping the spit on your pants to get the nasty liquid off. "So, what if I like him?" You kept your voice low, hoping Robin couldn't hear or see the two of you.

"That means so much! You wouldn't believe how much he talks about you! It gets so annoying!"

"Wally! Would you shut it!" You tried moving your hand over his mouth again, but he was prepared, using his speed to flip the two of you over to have him straddling you, his hands pinning your above your head.

"Come on, Y/S/N, what's so bad about liking Robin, it's not like he's a dick or something." You rolled your eyes as the speedster giggled at his own immature joke, not knowing you fully knew Robin on both sides of the cape.

"Honestly Wallace, could you be anymore immature," You growled at him, his face almost immediately washing of any color when you said that. "I finally did it, silenced the ever-chatty Kid Flash."

But Wally didn't react to your jeering, he stared down at you in disbelief, his bright green eyes wide with shock, shock you didn't know you had caused. "Okay Wally, close your mouth before you start drooling on me."

He kept staring at you, almost in a trance while you tried wiggling out from under him. "Wally, don't make me use your...full..." Your eyes widened as you realized what you did. "Crap!"

You as Y/S/N never called him Wallace, you weren't even supposed to know his full name, Y/N, on the other hand, you and he were practically brother and sister with how close the two of you were. "Wally, snap out of it." You groaned as you tried pushing against his hands, but his entire body weight was pressing into them.

What do you do?

What can you do?

Groaning, you accepted defeat, "Uh, hey Robin." Your voice was kinda meek, not really wanting to pull the conversation of those two to you now, even if you were still sick of seeing Zatanna try making a move on your boyfriend. "Could I get some help?"

His head pooped up from the kitchen where he tried retreating from Zatanna to, even though she easily followed him, eyebrows raising when he saw the two of you. "Y-Y/S/N. Wh-what's this?" Even with the mask on, you could read him like an open book, he was confused and almost hurt seeing the two of you situated like that.

"Wally and I were having a wrestling match and then he froze. Just get him off me, I'm losing feeling of my hands." He slowly nodded and ran over to grab hold of Wally, pulling him up and off you.

"Holy...you weren't kidding when you said that he was frozen, he's like a ton of bricks!" Robin groaned as he shoved his limp friend onto the floor next to the two of you, reaching his hand down to pull you to your feet. "What'd you do to him?"

"Well..."

"Y/N?!" Wally decided that this was his time to wake back up from his weird trance like state, his arms flailing as he tried figuring out where he was instead of leaning over you like he was before.

"Wally!" You hissed back, your eyes couldn't be seen behind your black domino mask, but you were quickly glancing at Zatanna who was trying to hide in the kitchen.

"But...you're...the two of you...huh?!"

"Honestly," Robin gently wrapped his arm around our waist, pulling you closer to his side. Looking up at him he had his signature smirk on his face as he smiled down at you. "I'm surprised it took him this long to figure it all out."

You giggled at his comment, smiling at the thought as well. "Oh yeah, I mean, we are supposed to be his best friends."

Wally stood dumb founded before the two of you, his jaw about ready to drop to the floor as he realized this wasn't a joke. "What the hell! Why am I now just figuring out that Y/S/N is Y-" You once again reached forward and slapped your hand over his mouth.

"Wally, another talk for another time, we have an audience now." Zatanna had now fully stepped out of the kitchen, M'gann floating near her, Artemis also looking over her shoulder to see what was going on. "Well, the cats more or less out of the bag," You muttered, still feeling Dick's arm around you, the three girls were all staring at how touchy he was being with you.

"Wanna just come clean?" Nodding up at your boyfriend, you smiled and stood on your tiptoes to press your lips against his, his other arm finds your waist pulled you flush against his body while your arms went around his neck to keep you steady.

"Called it! Pay up!"

"Dang it, I thought I had him!"

"Wally? Hey, Wally you okay? Guys, I think they broke Wally."

The bond of friendship is the building block and foundation to all other bonds. Bonds are meant to grow over time, never staying the same, having the ups and downs. It's the ups and downs that make the bonds stronger. Bonds are always tested, always pushed to its limit, just to see if the bond will stand the test of time.

Age 20:

You sighed as you watched Tim type away on the main monitor of the Batcave in front of the two of you. You were happily sitting by yourself in the large bat like chair watching as the team patrolled around Gotham, you stuck in the Batcave with a busted collar bone, a hip still sore from being dislocated and the job of making sure Tim didn't die from that concussion he got last night.

Tim decided to push Alfred's buttons, who was making a late-night dinner for the crusaders, and sneak downstairs to the cave and use this grounded time to practice his hacking. And in order to get to the monitor, he needed to get you away from it.

"Was jumping me really necessary?" You groaned as you shook your head working on waking yourself up from being bopped over the head with a stapler.

"Sorry," He gave you an apologetic smile before turning back to the monitor, from where you were sitting you could see he had about fifteen different tabs open, all of them being used at the same time and somehow not slowing down the processor.

Tim began muttering to himself about he needed to out hack the Robin hacking system Dick installed to train hackers on how to hack and keep outsider hackers out. Honestly, you were surprised he didn't three more 'hacks' into that sentence.

"Timmy," You groaned as you tried pulling on the rope, your shoulder twinging in pain as you worked to free yourself. "You're going to make this all worse for yourself. You won't be able to go out as Red Robin for weeks if you keep looking at that huge computer."

"But I need to keep up my practice. I need to get better!" Apparently reasoning with a concussed teenager doesn't work well. Who knew.

"Tim, come on, just go back up to Jay's room, we put you in there to stop you from using any of your tablets or computers. You need to rest."

"Have you ever been in Jason's room, I think he left a tuna fish sandwich in there and forgot about it! It smells so bad in there."

You quietly whimpered in pain, you normally weren't this emotional, but with your arm being tied behind your back and your pain meds wearing off, your mind was going through the roof with the pain you were in.

"Timothy, Tim, Timmy, TimTim," Shutting your eyes, you muttered as many little nicknames you could as you tried blocking out the pain. "Can you at least give me ibuprofen?"

"Yeah, give me five minutes."

You gulped, knowing Tim had already forgotten about your request even within ten seconds of him answering you. "Dammit Dick, where the hell are you?"

To say you were angry was an understatement. Your shoulder was pounding, the boy you were told to babysit knocked you out and tied you up and was clearly loopy, watching him click on the same tab five times before realizing that he was clicking the wrong one.

Twenty minutes had passed, and Tim was becoming more and more confused with every second he sat in front of that computer, he wasn't even responding to you calling his name. You resorted to calling out to Alfred, but even he wasn't responding. "Holy crap Tim, did you knock Alfred out too!" Still no answer.

You tried pulling yourself to your feet, but your hip locked up, as if telling you to not even think of moving. "Remind me to tell Batman to never let me babysit Tim again when he's sick."

From outside, you heard the loud roar of the Batmobile followed by the quiet purr of Jason's motorcycle. Thanking every god you could think of, even if it took forever for them to get back, to sighed in relief as the two of them pulled in. "Honey I'm home!" Dick joyously cried as he hopped out of the shotgun seat of the Batmobile.

"Get Tim away from the computer!" You barked at him, leaving Dick confused while he looked for your voice. "Richard Grayson get Tim away from that computer." You ordered once again, not needing him wasting time looking around like the idiot he could be sometimes.

Bruce swished past where you were hidden and pulled Tim out of the chair, pushing him onto the medical bed just to the side to get him away from the bright monitor. "Y/N, why'd you let him out of the room?!" Bruce still had his Batman voice going as he checked Tim's eyes, while the teen weakly fought back.

"I'm sorry he jumped me with a stapler!" You screamed back, Dick finally able to find you, he himself quickly running to you.

"What do you mean he jumped you?!"

"He came up behind me and hit me on the head, with a stapler! How is that so hard to understand Bruce!" You screamed back at him, Jason was slowly sneaking upstairs to see if Alfred had any food ready, he wasn't really in the mood to hear his family scream at each other all night. "You trained him! You taught him how to pick any damn lock!"

"Y/N, babe, calm down." This was very out of normal behavior for you, sure you weren't the most level-headed person, but you were acting very rashly about this. He finally undid the rope around your wrists and helped you to your feet, slipping his arm under your legs and picked you up, keeping very gentle care of both your hip and shoulder.

Hiding you face in your boyfriend's shoulder, you finally had time to calm down, "How am I supposed to calm down when Bruce is blaming me for being jumped? Plus, my arm fricking hurts."

The blacknette sighed "When was the last time you had your meds?" He kicked the up button on the elevator, waiting for the pulley system to meet him at the bottom. He thought he heard you say when they left, but he must have heard wrong. "What was that?"

"When you left." Your voice was louder now, but still muffled by his shoulder, meek in having to confess that you were really in pain right now.

Dick groaned in annoyance, "Babe, no wonder you're so moody." Mumbling an apology, Dick stepped into the elevator and rode it up to the entrance out into Wayne Manor. He walked the two of you up the stairs to his bedroom where he gently placed you on the bed and walked into the bathroom.

You grabbed one of his pillows and shoved your face into it, smiling as his smell filled your nose.

The gentle shake of a pill bottle pulled you out of your pillow cuddle moment and you slowly sat up, seeing Dick had changed into sweatpants and one of his skin tight t shirts, hugging every one of his muscles, somehow making him look more muscular than he really was. "Let's get you some pain meds," He muttered, slipping two of the small red pills into your hand, and pressing a glass of water into the other.

Faster than he could do a back flip, you down the pills and the cup of water, handing it to him as a shudder ran through your body. "Honestly, Gotham needs a new water filtering system." You muttered while hacking, trying to get the metallic taste out of your mouth.

"Or you could just get used to it." He chuckled as he slipped in under the covers with you, sliding himself closer to you till he could at least wrap an arm around you.

You hummed as you considered his offer, "Nah, I'll just keep hating." The smile on your face was very evident as you felt Dick's chest vibrate behind you.

The two of you fell into small talk, asking him how the mission was, anything interest. Whether Bruce's car still smells like slushies from when the two of you bought said drink and spilled it everywhere. This slowly faded away as you felt your eyes get heavier as you felt sleep finally taking you over.

Well you were almost asleep.

"A stapler? Really?"

"Why don't I hit you over the head with one and you can see how well it works Bruce!"

Bonds are meant to be tested. To stretch. To grow. To twist and turn. Almost as though they were meant to be pushed past breaking.

But the best of bonds never break, they are strong through determination and the will of two young super hero legends, no bond between the two can break. It will only grow stronger. Stronger through every day spent together and every day they spend together.

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Master wip Intro Post (I’m so sorry lol)

I mentioned in my last post that I had notes for upwards of 15 projects in a ton of different formats (side note to myself:whyyyy). Ergo, I thought it would be helpful to do a short overview of all of them, as I’ll probably be doing update posts for all of these at some point.

Also: Thank you for 6 followers already??? I honestly didn’t think anyone would see my last post (especially as I had no idea how tags worked until after I posted it).

Novels

GRACE

“After the sudden death of her childhood best friend and crush Vicky, Robin is invited to spend the summer with her estranged father, his new husband, and her half-sister at their Maine cabin. As her relationships with her father’s family and a fellow vacationing teen Claire grow, her relationships with her remaining friends and mother back home begin to fracture.”

Oh boy does this book have a backstory.It’s a little complicated to get into right now (I’ll talk about it in my post for this wip), but I got the idea for the original version of this book in April 2016, and it’s been through three major overhauls since then. I’ve done enough planning to start drafting the newest version, but I’m waiting to get a few mostly-complete projects done before I jump in.

Attic (working title)

“The discovery of a dead body in the attic of Theo’s new house puts a damper on his fresh start. When a singular death becomes a series, Theo and his new friends decide to investigate and discover that the explanation isn’t able to be explained.”

This story also has a long history. I wrote this for NaNoWriMo 2017, overhauled it for NaNoWriMo 2019, and overhauled it again in the middle of that month. I’m currently stuck with a certain aspect, so I’ve put it to the side for the moment.

Pinewood Guild

“A group of scholarship students at an elite private boarding school obsess over the seemingly unexplainable death of a fellow student.”

This is very much a baby idea, from April of this year. I was having a grand old time writing a different project Three Can Keep a Secret (which I’ll get to later), and I wanted to write another book about terrible people being horrible to each other. I don’t have very many plans for this book at the moment.

Blood in the Water

“Paul returns to his hometown for the first time since high school to attend the funeral of his brother when he starts to receive anonymous letters. What starts as innocent and quirky quickly turns dark and potentially deadly”

I got this idea in February of this year, as I wanted to write a novel with the letter format. I was supposed to start this project as my “I’m Leaving Highschool Emotional Support Book”, but I’m not sure if I’m going to actually do that.

The Lion Tattoo

“Jordan bonds with classmate Cade over their shared foster care status. As Jordan starts to spend more and more time with Cade, they see a darker side to the boy. When one of Cade’s adventures ends with them sent off to different foster homes, Jordan must turn their life around.”

This is a very old idea that I honestly forgot about. However, there’s still a lot I want to explore with this story, so I’ll probably get to it someday.

Anthologies

Sunny

“August ‘Sunny’ finally gets engaged to her long-time girlfriend Tatsu, sending her back to the beginnings of their relationship as camp counselors.”

This is a short set of vignettes I wrote as a birthday present to a friend. As it was just for shiggles, it’s not my most sophisticated story, but I’m okay with it. You can actually read this on my Wattpad if you’d like (I’ll add a link here when I figure out how to do that). I also adapted it as a short film because I was bored, if I’m being honest.

Hypocrite

This is my poetry collection! Some of these poems are based on real life experiences (for example, the poem I named the collection after was based on a friendship that exploded), and others are completely fiction. This might just be my favorite project I’m working on, if I’m being honest.

Short Story Collection

I can’t title this wip for the life of me, so the name is relatively self explanatory. I’ve written four stories for this so far, and I have three brewing in the notes app.

Safety Orange

“When an accident kills her father and sends her mother into a coma, Angie and her brother Oliver are sent to live with their Aunt Marie. Romance should be the last thing on her mind when a local barista Natalie catches her eye.”

This was my “Quarantine Emotional Support Book”. I had two simultaneous itches--to write something cute and fluffy, and to try out prose poetry. These two ideas birthed this story. I want to get a printed copy for me and my mom, but I don’t have any plans for it after that.

Three Can Keep a Secret

“Hattie, her girlfriend Regan, and her best friend Vincent return from a weekend camping trip to discover their town has been ravaged by the undead. Sophie and her brother Joseph are driven from the military’s safety by a tragic accident. Aspen discovers something wrong with her younger sister Paris that might prove more difficult to handle than the walking bodies around every corner.”

This was my other “Quarantine Emotional Support Book”, written for Camp NaNo 2020. It’s technically a short story collection, although I structured the stories with chapters. I also enjoyed the little flash pieces that appeared in-between each story. Like Safety Orange, I want to get a printed copy of this book, but I don’t think I’ll seek publication for it.

Screen

Horror Web Series

“Outcast sisters Heaven and Eden make a new friend--one that gives them special abilities. While Eden is more timid about her powers, Heaven is almost too excited and drags her sister along on her quest for revenge.”

This is another one of my projects that I just Cannot Title.The description makes it sound kind of lighthearted, but it’s one of the darkest ideas that I’ve come up with. Right now it’s outlined on my phone, and really all I need to do is dedicate a day to pounding it out.

Video Games

I’m Sorry This Happened

“Archer’s attempts to cheer up her girlfriend Helena accidentally awakens Sylvia, a playfully violent ghost who convinces the girls to get revenge on the two boys that caused her death almost half a century ago.”

This is a visual novel my sister and I are teaming up with to create. We’re still not sure whether we’re going to publish it, but nevertheless I’m having a grand old time writing it, and I guess that’s what really matters.

Swanhill Convenience

“A misfit crew of the local gas station convenience store have a strong customer base. When new employee Pearl becomes suspicious of the group, the whole town’s careful facade crumbles.”

This one needs...more time to brew. There’s a lot of basic details that I’m having trouble making solid decisions on (for example, whether the store is a coffee shop or a convenience store), so this will probably have to sit until I have an epiphany or something.

[I can’t put the working title here because it’s a blatant spoiler]

“You should not have gone into the forest. Now escape, however you can.”

I debated whether to put this on the list because it’s so hard to talk about without ruining the whole thing. It’s a puzzle solving game that I think has some really interesting lore that I can incorporate. I think that’s literally all I can say lol.

Wow, that post was LONG. Thank you for reading all the way through! Each of these projects will get dedicated post when I start working on them more frequently. Moral of the story: I have absolutely no self control when it comes to starting projects.

Note: Any photograph used that I did not take myself came from Unsplash.

See you around,

-Ev

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