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redjaybathood · 1 year

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You know, saw a "Battle for the Cowl should have been between Cass and Jason" post and it's a cool idea. Def check that out.

What comes to my mind, though, is - there's no way Jason going in this fight. Like, he sees Cass? He's out. Task Force Z answered this question for us, you know.

And I sincerely don't think he would have been against Cass as Batman if Cass wasn't against him as Red Hood. Batlle for the Cowl was a mess, alright? Jason was there solely to be Dick's foil, push him into the place the writers - and the DC comics in general - wanted Dick to be pushed despite Dick previously not wanting to be Batman. Like, I - and many others - have extensive headcanons making this work, and some people just, dismisse it from their memories (as you should). But that's what it was. If Jason wanted to be Batman - a better Batman than Batman - he was doing it with his Red Hood persona already.

And the last thing: no way in hell would a confrontation between them be a fight. It should be challenging to Cass if this is her story, so it should strike at her weaknesses. Like, an overly complicated plan that a fight, a physical defeat, or even imprisoment of Red Hood won't change anything for Cass.

A funny way to do it would be Jason setting up a voting poll to democratically elect Batman. Make Gotham Safe Again! and all that. The vote can even be, like, the telephone vote as a less on the nose reference to the telephone vote that killed him than what happened in Batman and Robin. The vote is not rigged or anything, Jason also wants to prove to himself as much as to Cass that his way is right and Gothamites share that view. He does campaign though, in some way, and pulls public to his side in short term.

And at first, Cass is like... I don't care. I'm already Batman, you can't fight me for it. What are you gonna do, helmet boy? And yeah, true. But - the public opinion does get to her, or interfers with her work in some way, and maybe she loses confidence in doing what she does. Like, not in the way that makes her consider whether killing is an option (I think it's better suited to her vs Shiva conflict, or another, totally unrelated conflict with Red Hood where they're both against the same guy). But in a way... is she doing enough? Is there any point in what she's doing? And she's coming up with no, it's not enough; there's a point and she's not doing any worse than Bruce did but it is still. Not enough.

So she does something, some... community outreach? Direct action? Something to tackle the three behemots: affordable housing, available jobs, and both available and affordable healthcare. With community building activities like food gardens, food banks, parks instead of parking lots, helping kids stay in schools, childcare for working parents...

And maybe she does use Jason Todd Foundation to bankroll whatever she's doing. And that's what works best. And that's what solves problems. And, you know, people of Gotham do see these efforts but they're still choosing Red Hood as the new Batman over Batgirl. Not sure how they would side if they knew that Cass Cain-Wayne is the Batgirl/Batman. I wouldn't bet my money on it? Because, yeah, The Cult. But it's not the point. The point is, Jason seeing the results, and seeing how the crime rate drops, and people's life getting easier, and being like. This is something that really would have made my life and my parents and the guys I knew, and their families', lives easier. I should also do something about that.

And he's like, calls this election thing off. And promotes (ironically) not himself but Jason Todd Foundation and Cassandra Cain-Wayne Initiative. And - helps, now, with whatever Cass is doing.

But also, he still kills whoever needs killing, because something tells me that people who're into child trafficing, for example, are not in it for affordable housing.

And Red Hood and Batman would need some level of coordination, you know. If it's possible to build a case against the worst offenders, Jason needs to keep them alive. If it's not - when what are you doing killing people, Jason, you can't kill people on not enough evidence! But if there's a trial, and the scumbag gets away because corruption or threatening jury or something else... Cass, just, backs off. Her time is finite, too, you know. She's not letting Jason kill people. She's just... being productive and efficient and using time-management skills an d... It's not like Jason leaves evidence... And... Look. Between saving people in trouble who can't save themselves, or saving people who are after people who can't save themselves from Jason? A girl can't be in two places at once, even if the girl is the Batman.

But also, the next case they're both on is the corrupt judge or cop or DA etc. So the amount of mistrials is dropping, which means next to none people Jason needs to kill.

#look cass wouldn't kill anyone (except maybe shiva???) but it doesn't mean she's under obligation to save everyone everywhere all at once #it's not physically possible #and the only way to stop red hood would be - ironically enough - to kill him #so #i say cass lets jason be when they're in the suits and they actively work together outside of it #i also think that cass is the only one who should be able to make jason go non-lethal #and it's not because of convinctions - you won't change his mind - but out of practicality #It's easier and faster if he works with her than against her #and he can always kill more people later #as a threat #or as a treat #cleaning up my drafts #cassandra cain #jason todd

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torchickentacos · 2 years

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I like to think that Beautifly heard the roses were for them and they took it and ran with it? Like oh my trainer got another rose. Better add it to the rose pile when I’m out of my pokeball. Oh? another? time to take it, for me, thank you trainer’s friend. Like how cats always assume all food is for them.

#nb beautifly? sure #suggestive in tags #like. when they're older do you think drew ever make a rose petal to the bedroom for...no reason at all #but Beautifly decides 'oh! roses! for me! thank you!' and just #*keeps #taking them so every time he finishes it every petal has been stolen by beautifly #so eventually may gets home and just. petals everywhere. her shirtless husband/boyfriend/whatever chasing their pet butterfly #just. petals everywhere. a total mess #do we think anything happened that night or did she make both of them clean the rose petals all over the house?#idk #contestshipping #pokemon may #pokemon drew

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kakusu-shipping · 7 months

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Heartbeat

Mountain's Peak (Part 1) - Nepal Sanctum (Part 2) - Talk it out (Part 3) - The Fight (Part 4)

Here's hoping this is the last bit of Delinquent Zenyatta we'll be seeing for a while!! Thank you for reading!!

In which the heart is moved

Zenyatta had never understood the term "his heart sank". The human heart is a very vital organ that rhythmically pumps oxygen rich blood throughout the human body. It does not "sink", any movement from it's cadge in the chest would be catastrophic for the human in question.

He'd never understood.

A minor concussion, major whiplash, two broken ribs, three more cracked, a dislocated shoulder, a minor wrist fracture, a twisted ankle, and mild frost bite.

That was Emile's diagnosis.

Zenyatta stared passed Mondatta into the human's room, warmth rushing out from the lit fireplace. Emile lay unconscious on a makeshift bed he'd been using now for 3 months, just a pile of hay for a mattress and spare robes for blankets on the stone flooring of Mondatta's home.

"Zenyatta." Master Mondatta's voice brought Zen back from his thoughts. He stared up at his brother who stood before him and the resting human.

"Is-"

"He will be alright." Mondatta assured, "Sister Reya has tended to him the best she can, now he must rest."

Zenyatta gave another glance to the human, Emile, small as he was, bruised black and blue. He looked like a corpse. The grip Zenyatta had on Emile's broken glasses tightened.

"Emile tells me the two of you were sparring," Zenyatta flinched, and prepared for the worse. Exile, he assumed, forced out the monastery and onto the human filled streets of the outside world. He would need to sneak away in the dead of night, or Ramattra would surely follow him. "when he slipped and fell down the stairs."

That.. confused Zenyatta. That was not what had happened at all, had it? They had sparred, Zenyatta had laid his hand upon Emile until he could stand no longer.. correct...? Why would the human... lie..?

"Is this true, Brother Zenyatta?" Mondatta asked genuinely. He believed the human's words, or at least was willing to believe them if this was the truth he was willing to bare with.

Zenyatta hesitated, the glasses in his hand made a faint crunch as what little remained of the lenses fell out.

"...no.. Master Mondatta... That is.. Not what happened.."

"I see," Mondatta cupped Zenyatta's shaking hands in his own, leaning down ever so slightly to be on level with his shorter brother, "Perhaps you can tell me the truth of the events over tea?"

It was warm.. so warm... A soft chime played in the left corner, soft and mournful, a lullaby for someone no longer here..

Emile's eyes cracked open to see the now familiar blurry ceiling of his bedroom in Master Mondatta's home, the soft crackle of the fire by his feet much louder than is usually once when he'd first wake up.

Emile turned to reach for his glasses, which he'd always rested on his left side. His entire body ached at the motion, which turned out to be fruitless as his hand came to find nothing.

"Looking for these?" A voice asked, a metallic hand out stretched and slid Emile's glasses onto his face, "You have impeccable timing as always, human, I just finished repairing them."

"Zenyatta...?" Emile's eyes widened behind his cracked glasses, the Omnic in question sat in a meditative position in the opposite corner of the small room. He couldn't believe his eyes at first, assuming it some sort of dream that the monk who'd hated him most of all would pay him a visit during recovery.

Zenyatta wordlessly assisted Emile as he raised himself off the ground, leaning him against the back wall of the room, as the human racked over possible reasons Zenyatta would have to visit him.

Emile's eyes filled with tears as he came to his conclusion. He'd lost. He challenged Zenyatta and lost and had to fulfill what he'd promised to do. He had to leave.

Tears flowed down the human's face, which wasn't unusual for this particular human, but was still rather startling, "Wh-why are you crying? Are you in pain?"

Zenyatta started to get up to go get Master Mondatta when Emile responded, "I-I'm sorry- I-I said I'd leave when I lost bu-but- I-I can barely sit u-up right now-" He hiccuped and rubbed at his eyes with his one good arm, "I-I'll leave, li-like I said, as soon as I can sta-and I promise,"

Zenyatta suddenly understood the term "his heart sank"

Zenyatta grabbed the human's cheeks, they were so hot, wet with heavy tears, soft and round and so very human.

"You won."

"I- h-huh..?"

"I... Forfeited. Just before you passed out. I lost. You won." His thumb ran gently against the under side of the human's eye, brushing away another tear before it fell, "so.. no more tears.. you may stay.."

Emile breath hitched, his entire body was shaking, the news hadn't sunk in yet. He reached to put his hand on Zenyatta's, only to flinch in hesitation just as his skin brushed Zenyatta's arm. "I-I- I'm sorry-"

"It is alright." Zenyatta kept his hands firm, pushing the human's cheeks together slightly with his force, "You will not hurt me..."

Emile gripped onto Zenyatta and sobbed into his chest. More tears, wet and salty and thick drained from the human's eyes. He was so warm. Had humans always been this warm? Zenyatta wrapped his arms around Emile and held him securely to himself.

"Did you know," Emile spoke as he wove red thread together on his lap, "You make a little chime tune when you meditate?"

Zenyatta looked up from his own work, a basket, and tilted his head, "A tune? Surely I would hear it if I did."

"That's what I thought too!" Emile shifted to turn to face Zenyatta, letting his legs hang over the edge of his bed, "But I caught Master Mondatta doing it the other day and asked him about it, and he had no clue what I was talking about!"

"So.. What, we make music only humans can hear while we meditate? That seems unlikely. Perhaps there is something loose in your head Reya did not pick up on the first time."

Zenyatta stood from his seated position on the floor and cupped Emile's face, rattling his head gently to emphasis his point.

Emile laughed, placing his hands over Zenyatta's, his left wrist still tightly bandaged from their spar three weeks ago. He'd been recovering well, both of them had.

"I'm serious! When we all get together for Meditation in the evening it's like a symphony! I can't believe you don't notice."

"Perhaps because I am busy meditating," Zenyatta pinched and pulled at Emile's cheek, "unlike some little human I know~"

"Oooow!! I meditate!!" Emile pushed at Zenyatta's head in a weak attempt of prying the Omnic off him. Instead Zenyatta doubled down and pinched the other cheek, pulling them both.

"Ah yes now I know the 'Chime' you are talking about, you do it too. It's called snoring."

"Aaaaaaaugh Uncle!! Uncle I tap!! I give!!!" Emile flailed until Zenyatta finally released him with a chuckle.

His laugh made Emile's heart soar and a flush rise to his cheeks, which were already red from Zenyatta's previous assault.

"Brother Zenyatta." Mondatta's voice came with a light knock to Emile's door frame, "You are playing nice with Brother Emile, yes? He is still in recovery you know."

Zenyatta flinched and spun to face Mondatta, plopping himself on the bed next to Emile before wrapping his arm around him, "Yes yes! Gentle as ever, Master!" He waved his hands as a show of innocence.

Mondatta gave a glance over the scene, before picking up Zenyatta's discarded half finished wicker basket with a soft hum. "Good then, though I hope all this playing is not getting in the way of your chores." He extended the basket to Zenyatta, who too it sheepishly.

"My apologizes, Master Mondatta.." Zenyatta held back from pinching Emile's squishy cheeks once more upon hearing the human giggle at his scolding.

Mondatta found himself admiring the quickly closing gap between his siblings. How fast they'd gone from hatred glances to sitting hip to hip. He still wasn't sure how they'd come to this, but he was happy non the less.

With a hum Mondatta motioned for the two to come stand, "Well then, if you two are ready, Ramattra is already outside awaiting us to head to evening meditation."

Zenyatta stood quickly and started to pull Emile up with him, but the human waved him off, "Go on ahead of me, I'll catch up."

Despite the quick relations Emile had formed with Zenyatta, he could tell Ramattra was still holding a distance, one he attempted to cover with a high voice and faked laughs. As much as he enjoyed Zenyatta's company, he wanted to give the monk time with Ramattra as well.

"Are you certain?" Zenyatta asked, "It's no trouble."

"I know. I'm fine, go on."

Zenyatta hesitated for a moment longer, then nodded and quickly was out of the room.

Mondatta watched his brother go before offering his arm to Emile, which the human took and pulled himself from the bed on wobbly legs. His ankle was still wrapped and stung when he'd put his weight on to it, and his chest still ached when he breathed too deeply, making meditation rather exhausting, and his wrist still occasionally seized in pain. All part of the healing process.

Still, Mondatta noticed the way his student would flinch upon stepping, or when he'd grab something with his left hand without thinking. He hated to see his siblings in pain...

Emile smiled up at Mondatta, "Shall we get going? Wouldn't want to be late."

Mondatta looked over his student once more, cheeks flushed red, glasses broken, old bruises littering his exposed skin turning green and yellow, wrapped in patchy bandaging. He wondered to himself if it was right to allow him to stay..

And then he remembered the laughing he'd heard from down the hall, a mix of human and omnic, joyfully playing together with nary a care in the world

Mondatta pulled Emile's robe up snugger on his shoulder, adjusting his clothes for a moment to be sure they kept him warm. He belonged here, same as all of Mondatta's other siblings, because he too was in tune with the iris.

"...Perhaps you should put on a few more layers first"

#Emile's Writing #AUGH THIS IS CHOPPY THIS IS CHOPPY!!!!#It my own fault I wrote this one in parts inbetween running around all day #My phone stopped working!!! And I can't get it seen by someone until MONDAY #And if they can't fix it I'll have to get a new phone aaaaaaugh.....#No more cellular device for me I'm getting a tablet next...#IPads can make calls and texts and still have the button so just give me one of those #I carry a big ass bag with me everywhere anyway it'll be fine #Sorry off topic #Next we start working on softening Ramattra who has SEVERAL walls up for probably Very Good Reason #But now that Zen's on my side it shouldn't be too hard #I also wanna clean up a few Dragon and Fox B-Sides at some point though they're a lotta nothing #As most of my writing usually is #This series is the exempt from that stuff happens in these fics #Just... Very... sparatically #Thankyou for reading as always #I dunno when the next one will be because I'm drawing a bit of a blank atm #I'm gonna sit on Ramattra thoughts and come back at some point tho #Maybe write some X Readers in the midterm.. We'll see!

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sapphicautistic · 9 months

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man if my childhood self knew someday i'd get mad over NOT being able to do chores.... she would not recognize me lmao

#chores were kinda torture for baby me cuz she didn't know how to do anything right #and cuz i was even more horrifically clumsy back then and even back then it took me way longer to do anything physical than other ppl #and i lived in a very chaotic home with lots of other kids and a very sick mom and there was just piles of stuff everywhere #it was v overwhelming and i had no idea how to start and like the idea of not having stuff on the floor was just unattainable then #now i have enough tricks and habits that i don't mind doing chores EXCEPT IT'S AGONY PHYSICALLY >.<#and clean spaces FEEL attainable now in a way they never did in my childhood but they're NOT and that's infuriating #bc if i was just a little less impaired physically they WOULD be like i'm begging just two hours a week of able bodiedness please #negative cw #updates on my boring life #god it would be so satisfying to end every day or even every week or month with a completely clean home #and a clean self

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zombiesama · 2 years

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very important: rb this and tag which care bear cousin you like the most

my fave has always been playful heart monkey :)

#rice rambles #care bears #care bear cousins #I used to have like 3 dolls of him and my mom had to switch them out whenever one needed cleaning #bc otherwise id cry bc it was my favorite stuffed animal and i took it everywhere #i still have 2? of him #they're still packed from the last time i moved though

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usodeshou · 2 years

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That moment when you're lying in bed, sideways, lights off and looking at your phone, when you suddenly see something vaguely bug-shaped move through the small area on your mattress next to your face that's lit up by your phone screen and nearly jump out of your skin as you scramble to turn the bedside lamp back on. Only to find nothing there.

That growing feeling of unease as you check the mattress, the pillows, the floor, the shelves, the walls, heck, the ceiling, even if you didn't hear anything fly away, literally everywhere you can think of because you need to find whatever this was because otherwise that light is gonna stay on. Lying back down kinda creeps you out and you suddenly feel itchy all over and need to check you clothes and your hair to make sure nothing's on or in there. Your dog is sleepily looking at you like, c'mon, please turn the light off, I'm trying to sleep here! I'm sorry, honey, any minute now, I promise, I just gotta freak out a bit first because there's nothing here and did I just imagine it??

The overwhelming relief when you decide to once more lift your mattress to check underneath and see a thumbnail-sized spider running past you. Never before has the sighting of a spider been more welcomed. You lower the mattress, pray to the universe that little Spidey Gonzales won't disappear on you again, and go get your Spider Extraction Kit aka a small glass and a piece of thin but sturdy cardboard that you keep around for that exact purpose. You return to the bedroom and lift the mattress to find that the universe has answered your prayers and proceed to extract the little fella from your apartment and into the shrubbery outside.

You go back inside, lock the door, head back to bed, turn off the goddamn light and listen to your still-racing heart, waiting for the leftover high of the adrenaline rush to fade as you once again stare at your phone and hope that there won't be any more surprises like that tonight. And that what you saw really was that spider that you took outside. You still feel phantom-itchy for a bit longer.

#it is almost 3am and I'm feeling so awake right now #I'm so glad it was a spider and not a bug or sth #but I want neither in my bed #there's silverfish-related trauma from having lived almost 20 years of my life in two different apartments #both of which where infested with the little buggers #the were fascinating at first but that fades fairly quickly once they're everywhere #in your books in your folders in your school materials in any type of box on the walls on the ceiling hidden behind glow-in-the-dark stars #just waiting to drop down on you during your sleep #things get reall fun once you start finding them under your pillow and under your mattress #when you're lying down and starting to drift off and you feel something tickle on your arm so you instinctively slap at the spot #only for your fingers to actually make contact with something and come away oily and gross #you cannot go to bed anymore without religiously checking everything in advance #unfortunately we must have brought them with us to the second apartment and they liked it there #imagine coming down into the kitchen at night and turning the lights on and seeing 30+ of these things in varying sizes all over the floor #when I moved into my current apartment I painstakingly checked and cleaned everything #every single book every item every goddamn piece of paper #to make sure there'd be no eggs stuck anywhere or any alive ones moving along with me #it took me forever to stop needing to check my mattress before going to bed #I still habitually check my books when I remove them from the shelf #there are a few around since my apartment is basement-adjacent on one side but it's the regular amount of seeing one once in a blue moon #they are the one type of creepy-crawler I kill on sight without any remorse #I will not risk them multiplying again because once they start it's literal hell and I'm not doing that again #20 fucking years.#so yeah I see something crawl past me in my bed I kinda freak out lol #just me rambling #holy fuck

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