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finn-m-corvex · 7 months

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Hey, hey @alastair-1205 you want a nice meal? Cause you've got spicy Jaya incoming.

"I am not drunk," Jay slurred, barely able to hold up his own weight. Nya sighed, readjusting the hold she had on him and tugging his arm over her shoulder.

"Yes, you are."

"I am not! Would a drunk person be able to do this?" and Jay pulled away from her to try and walk in a straight line, failing miserable as he wobbled from side to side. His shirt was all sorts of messed up, tie askew and the top two buttons undone to expose some of the sinful acts he and Nya had already partaken in. Nya's heart fluttered when she took in his hair framing his face in just the way that made her head spin, but she just shook her head at her Yin's antics.

Oh well, she could humor him tonight. "No, honey, a drunk person would not be able to do that."

"See, I told you!" Jay said smugly, his cheeks a rosy red from all of the alcohol. He was entirely too drunk, but at least he was a happy drunk. "Say, would you happen to have a boyfriend by any chance?"

Nya wanted nothing more than to have her phone out and recording. "What would you do if I said yes?"

"Tell you that you can do so much better," Jay mused. "Cause there's no way you look this good hanging around him."

"You would be surprised," Nya said, incredibly amused.

"I think you should come back with me tonight," Jay said, flipping his bangs out of his face and lighting up the hallway with one of his thousand-watt smiles. The sight made Nya's heart ache with memories from when they were younger, "cause I would be honored to show you a good time."

"I've already shown you a good time," Nya chuckled, pointing to the bruises and bite marks littering his collarbone, "who do you think gave you those?"

Jay stared down at them in amazement, looking back up at her and then down and then up again. "We've already made out?"

"Yes, Jay."

"I scored you?"

"Yes you did, Jay."

"And your boyfriend won't be mad?"

He was too fucking cute. "No, honey, I don't think he'll mind all that much."

"Good, cause I don't want to waste my chance with someone as beautiful as you." Jay held out his arm as if he hadn't just been clinging to Nya a few minutes prior. "Care to come with me, ma'am?"

"As long as you're showing me a good time," Nya took his arm, curious about where he was going to bring her. Was he even going to remember that they were sharing a hotel room?

To her surprise, Jay did remember, directing them to the elevator and pressing the right floor. She wanted to say something but let him continue to do whatever he was thinking about doing, but was very surprised when he pinned her against the wall of the elevator. Nya knew she wasn't in any danger, and was perfectly content to watch as his bloodshot eyes glued onto the marks he had left on her neck, his tongue flicking over his chapped lips.

"Did I do that?" He asked breathlessly, leaning down to peck her cheek and then her lips. Nya kissed back, smiling, hand squeezing his hip as she pushed forward with her tongue. He moaned in surprise, eyes sliding shut as she tugged his hair and fingers fluttering over his neck. That was her Jay.

She pulled back for a moment to admire the lovestruck look on his face. "Oh you did it, sweetheart, but I think I can do better."

"Please do," he said, and Nya was quick to reverse their positions as she grabbed his wrists and held them against the wall. Jay gasped, tossing his head back as much as he could when Nya kissed his Adam’s apple. He whined when Nya's mouth wandered up to his ear, and Nya was disappointed to hear the elevator ding when they arrived on their floor.

"Which room is yours?" She whispered into his ear, revelling in the way he shuddered. Jay forced his eyes open to look at her with a glassy stare.

"640."

"Lead the way then, Romeo," she giggled, letting his hands free. She was amused by the sight of his legs jiggling like they were made of Jell-O, taking his arm again when he offered it. Jay was somehow walking better than he was before, but that was probably because the blood was rushing to some place that wasn't his head if looking at his pants told her anything.

"Your boyfriend is so lucky to have you," he mused, lacing their fingers together. Nya rubbed across his knuckles in just the way he knew he liked.

"Yes, he is."

"It should be me," he muttered, and Nya was pretty sure that she wasn't supposed to hear that.

"Maybe after tonight, it could be you," Nya winked, and Jay flushed an even deeper shade of red. "You're certainly handsome enough for it.

He started flapping his hands with a giddy smile on his face. "And you're so gorgeous. I would be so damn lucky."

Coming up to their room, Nya took out her keycard and swiped, and Jay didn't seem even a little bothered at the fact that she opened the door to his room. They walked in, Jay throwing his suit jacket onto the floor and unbuttoning his shirt. Nya marveled at the roll of muscles across his back, the scars zigzagging across his spine.

She snuck up behind him, kissing the nape of his neck and trailing her fingers across his skin. "Look how pretty you are."

"Look how pretty you are," Jay countered, and his eyes glued onto an object on the far corner of their small wardrobe. His half of the Yin-Yang medallion. "D-do I already have a girlfriend?"

"I don't know," Nya said, sliding the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. Jay’s eyes widened. "But you told me you were going to show me a good time, right?"

Jay took one look at her, another look at the medal, and threw it aside. "She couldn’t be that important if I don't remember her."

There were so many flaws in that logic, but the alcohol was starting to kick in for Nya. "Exactly, babe. And if she isn't here, well, what's stopping you?"

"Absolutely nothing," Jay said, trailing kisses down her chest as he worked to get her dress off. "Cause I've got way too pretty of a woman in front of me to care."

Nya's last coherent thought of the night, right after Jay had pushed her down against the bed and kissed her senseless with the whiskey still on his breath, was that maybe they should get drunk more often.

#They're both flirty drunks your honor #literally wrote this in like. an hour LOL #something short and sweet!#ninjago #finn's writing #finn's mootie cuties #alastair tag #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #jaya #ninjago jaya

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ashkii-0 · 3 months

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Art of my oc (left) and @cherriow ‘s oc (right) !!

“You’ve watched human centipede b4 right?”

“Yeah…?”

“Okay good! I’m gonna show you a few movies I like, one is called tusk! I’m sure you’ll like it!”

“Okay..”

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eyesthecolorofarson · 3 months

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Three hours ago Damian went MIA.

He was supposed to be on patrol but three hours twenty-six minutes and forty-five seconds ago he veered off route and hasn't answered any texts, calls, or alerts since. Luckily he hadn’t turned off his tracker so they could see he was on the seventh floor of a children’s hospital in the upper west-side.

Tim would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried. Damian had been disappearing more and more often lately, but this was the first time he disappeared on patrol. Behind him Bruce was losing his mind, muttering to himself nonsense Tim didn’t bother trying to understand.

He was at the Batcomputer, hacking into the hospitals seventh floor emission room cameras and flicking through them to try and find Damian. Dick was at his left, scanning the footage for any clue of their brother’s whereabouts. Jason had his feet kicked up on his right, pretending like he didn’t care, but he was watching just as intently.

Case was trying to get Bruce to sit down and actually breath, Steph was still on patrol and Duke was dead to the world. He was pretty sure Alfred knew where Damian was going and probably had a good clue as to where he was now, but if he wasn’t saying anything Tim knew better than to ask.

Finally, they got something. Well, a bit more than something. Ok, a lot more. It was a double room, with a standard bed in front of the door and a crib across up against the wall. To the left of the standard bed were two nightstands. The first one had a light show projector shaped like a UFO, a phone charger, laptop, several fidget toys and a kalimba. The second was empty and the crib had a collapsed gate inside it. Next to the bed was a couch with a few bags sitting next to it.

In the standard bed was Damian, drawing in a sketchbook he knew wasn’t his just from the stickers on the cover. But next to him, cuddled up to him, was a girl. She was African with gold eyes and curly baby blue hair in a bob. The ends of her curls faded into multiple colors, giving the impression of a rainbow and blue sky. She was wearing a hospital gown, and Damian was wearing….a shirt that said ‘cotton candy club’ in pastel blue purple and pink with cartoon cotton candy???

The computer told him her name was Lydia Lippet, who’s family, friends and nurses nicknamed ‘Fireworks’. She was sixteen and suffered from the genetic disorder AIP–Acute Intermittent Porphyria.

He, Dick and Jason stared for a second. “Uh, B? Cass? We found him, but—Well, your not going to believe this.” “O. M. G! A girlfriend! He has a girlfriend! Oh how could we ignore the signs!?” Dick cheered as Bruce and Cass rushed to the batcomputer. They all watched as the girl-Lydia-snuggled closer to Damian, who smiled and pulled her closer by the arm around her waist.

Bruce watched silently, almost gaping. Cass just smiled. Jason took a picture then started texting so fast Tim worried he’d break his fingers. “Tim, rewind the footage and find out when Damian entered.” Bruce said, sounding confused and a little worried. Tim rewinded until he found the moment Damian, as Robin, entered through the large window.

They watched as he stared at Lydia for a minute, his eyes wide and trailing all over her. Now the crib was next to the bed and the gate was open, and the area between the beds had a blanket and all sorts of baby stuff laid out and the couch was under the window. The baby gave a little gurgle and he jumped like he didn’t know it was there. Lydia sat up and looked towards him. “Damian.” She sounded breathless, a little rough with a thick Gotham accent. “Lydia.” He sounded almost heartbroken, rushing to her side.

“What—Is this why you haven’t been answering your phone? Have you been here for two weeks? What happened?” Lydia laughed sadly. She scooted over and patted the bed, making Damian paused. He looked to the door and the nurses window then back at her. “Can I change before we speak? I don’t—“ he stopped and took a deep breath. “I’m not going to leave you.” Dick ruined the moment when he ‘aww’ed. Jason told him to shut up.

Lydia nodded and motioned to a possum-shaped plush backpack on the table across from the cradle. “I ‘ave some shirts and pants in Moonstone. The bathrooms that door.” Damian grabbed the shirt they’d seen him wearing and a pair of pink pajama pants. He was in and out in less than five minutes, which was a new record. Getting out of costume took time.

Lydia giggled softly. “Ya’ look great.” Damian huffed. “I could say the same about you.” She giggled again and hugged him as soon as he got in the bed. He stiffened for a second before relaxing and practically melting into the hug. Damian sighed and whispered, “I missed you.” Lydia hugged him tighter. “Missed you more.” They pulled back and stared at each other—

And Lydia burst into tears.

Unfortunately a nurse walked in right as she threw herself onto him and cried. The nurse stood dumbfounded as she watched Damian Wayne shush and comfort Lydia. He noticed the nurse and leaned forward. “Please leave. And don’t let the press know. For her,” he motioned to Lydia then behind him, “and the infant’s sake.”

The nurse nodded and quickly left, and Tim pulled up another camera. Thankfully the nurse kept to herself and even put a ‘do not disturb’ sign outside of the room and closed the blinds on the door and nurses window. He kept that camera up just in case but focused back on Damian and Lydia.

She was talking as she cried. “I-hic-I wanted to call ya’—“ she choked on her tears and Damian pulled her to his chest. “You don’t need to explain,نجم شمال, just let it out.” She shook her head. “I—Jazz—“ She bit her lip and looked at the cradle. The baby, Jazz, gave a tiny coo and Damian seemed to understand.

“Ok, breath for me, in and out slowly. Just like that.” In five minutes she was calm again, cradled against Damian’s chest as he ran his hand through her hair, lightly pulling a strand on his finger than letting it bounce back. Lydia had her eyes closed, a content expression on her face. “Thank you.” She whispered, opening her eyes and gazing up at him.

“Of course.” He whispered back, continuing to play with her hair. Dick was silently screaming, jumping up and down. Bruce had sat down and was watching intently. Cass was jumping with Dick. Tim was trying to piece together how long this has been going on. Damian started disappearing about two and a half years ago, so they’d definitely had time to get to know one another.

“Five years ago,” Lydia started, “I was diagnosed with AIP—Acute Intermittent Porphyria.” She pressed a button on the side of the bed that made the back end start to raise. “It’s a rare genetic disorder that has a lotta stupid triggers,” she continued, “like infections, hormones, and sunlight. Well, those are my triggers.”

“AIP sucks cause’ it’s not only rare, but symptoms and triggers are so different b’tween every person. Don’help that a lot of them are asymptomatic. It took like, a whole year in this hospital to get diagnosed.” She chuckled sadly and leaned against the bed when it was raised all the way up.

“What are your symptoms?” Damian asked softly. She huffed and put her ear to his chest. “It starts with a lot of vomiting. Like, not like there’s a lot of vomit, more like I vomit everything. Food, applesauce, pills, even water comes up in less than five minutes. Sometimes thirty seconds.”

Even water? That wasn’t good, and he could tell Damian was thinking the same thing from the way his eyes narrowed. “Then the pain starts. Abdominal pain so bad that it hurts ta’ breath. Talkin’ becomes unbearable, much less moving. And—moving.” Lydia stopped and sniffled, raising her hand. Or, trying to. A little below her neck her hand stopped and began shaking, like it was stuck in place.

He was confused for a second, but then he took in the way her hand was curled into a fist, how her fingers twitched but then returned to the same position, the tears filling her eyes. “You can’t move your hands.” Damian realized. He sounded horrified. “And if talking hurts, then singing—your instruments—“ He looked around the room before looking back to her. “Your legs as well?”

Lydia nodded sadly, letting her hand drop. “My body can’t get the nutrients it needs, so it takes it from my muscles.” She tried to open her hand with her other, but that hand was stuck in a fist too. “My body is cannibalizing itself. We’re lucky we caught it early this time. The last time it started attacking my bones.”

“You can’t sing.” Damian said again. “You can’t dance, play your instruments, draw. You’ve lost your music.” Lydia nodded again, biting her bottom lip. She took a shaky breath before continuing. “Another thing that happens is that—well, all this starts ‘cause m’body doesn't have an enzyme that it’s supposed to. And that causes it to produce another, really bad enzyme.”

“All this—we don’t really know why this is happening since it hasn’t happened with many other people with AIP, but—um.” She took another deep breath, looking Damian in the eye. “My kidneys are shutting down.” At Damian’s expression she backtracked. “Well, they were, but now their not! But their in real bad shape and that ain’t even talkin’ about my liver or appendix which by the way? Did’ya know all this could cause my appendix to burst?”

She smiled weakly as Damian immediately began fussing over her. Asking if she was in pain right now, pressing different parts of her stomach and asking if it hurt, if she’d drank any water, if she could. It was honestly really cute. He and Jason shared grins as Dick and Cass began talking about stories they could tell her, how they could introduce themselves. Bruce sat silently, looking stunned but a little pleased.

“This attack isn’t as bad as last time,” She reassured him, “and it’s nowhere near as bad as the first.” There was a story there, a sad one from the way she said it but she didn’t continue and Damian didn’t push. Jazz began babbling loudly and crawling around the crib. Lydia smiled.

“That’s Jasmine, but I call her Jazz. Baby’s ain’t suppose’ to room with anyone older than one but she needed to be emitted badly so they asked if she could stay with me. Obviously I said yes. Hiya lovebug!” Jazz squealed and sat up, clapping her hands. Damian watched as Lydia cooed and played peek-a-boo with her blanket, Jazz babbling like crazy.

“Uh oh,” Jason snorted, “I know that look.” He was right—they'd seen that face more than once. Usually before Damian brought home an animal he realistically shouldn’t have been able to find in New Jersey. Damian stood up and went around the room, putting on bright red shoes and a pastel rainbow puffer jacket and picked up the possum bag. “What’cha doing?” Lydia seemed amused. Probably because her fashion style looked a little ridiculous on Damian.

“Im going to your apartment and collecting things I know you'd like to have. And while you are not capable of using some of them such as your instruments and sketchbooks I’d enjoy practicing your art style and learning a new instrument. Jasmine would also enjoy some entertainment, no?”

Lydia stared for a few seconds before her eyes filled with tears. She used her shoulder to wipe her eyes and motioned Damian forward. When he was within reach she pulled him down by his shirt to hug him. She whispered something in his ear that made him smile and say something back before leaving through the window. Tim sped up the footage until Damian returned, which was an hour later. The bag didn’t look to be full, and thinking about it, how was he supposed to fit instruments and sketchbooks in a backpack that size? He gave the backpack to her, took off the shoes and jacket and got back into the bed, smiling as she gasped.

She reached in and pulled out the kalimba from before which was wider than the bag and a colorful hip-chain with six rainbow stars, each one with a clip on the bottom connected to a ribbon that seemed to be a backwards rainbow. The first three ribbons were wrapped around and holding small poké balls, while the other three were empty.

Lydia positioned her hands on the kalimba before playing. Even with her hands, which took her a minute to get into the right position, she played it beautifully. Damian listened to the upbeat song for a moment. “An Irish jig?” Lydia nodded. “The Butterfly by Tommy Potts.” Jazz squealed at the song, clapping her hands and crawling around her cradle.

Lydia smiled and continued playing, asking Jazz if she liked it when she was done. Jazz screamed and babbled happily, bouncing in place and waving and clapping her hands. Lydia looked in the bag again, this time pulling out a flute longer than the bag?? Tim looked between his siblings and father as they took in the footage.

Jason began laughing, probably at Bruce’s face. “The brats girlfriends a meta! An unknown meta in Gotham!” Bruce, who had unfortunately taken off his cowl while watching the footage, looked simultaneously devastated and confused. “She could be a magician!” Dick said, patting Bruce on the back. “Maybe it’s like Mary Poppins or Hermione Grangers never ending bag!”

Damian gave her a look, but Lydia said she needed to exercise her lungs. He huffed, but helped her raise her hands. The next song she played was very different from the one before, and Tim recognized it immediately. “That’s Isabella’s Lullaby from The Promised Neverland.” Dick and Jason nodded, Cass doing the same from her seat next to Bruce. Bruce looked a little confused before Cass signed to him ‘anime’.

Jazz made a ‘whoaaaaa’ sound and listened intently. Damian was listening as well, and as the first verse ended he began to sing.

‘Let me sing a lullaby

As you close your eyes

And as your drifting off to sleep

How I hope that the dreams that find you

Are bright’

Damians voice was surprisingly nice, slightly deep and his accent a bit more pronounced. He had an arm wrapped around Lydias waist and his eyes closed. He looked calm.

‘Love can we meet again soon in the bluest of skies?

Where a tomorrow waits for you and I

So hold me tight one more time, but don’t say goodbye

‘Cause I know that I’ll see you on the other side’

Lydia had her eyes closed too, swaying slightly to the tune. Jazz looked mesmerized.

‘I will think of our song when the nights are too long’

Damian opened his eyes and gazed at Lydia

‘I’ll dream of you for that’s where I belong

Love, can we meet again soon in the bluest of skies

Only, in my dreams, do we meet again’

Damian’s voice ended on the same tune as the flute, and when the note ended Lydia opened her eyes. They locked eyes and stayed that way until Jazz squealed. Damian blinked rapidly for a few seconds before blushing, Lydia laughing even though her face was turning red as well.

“You’ve gotten better.” She leaned into him as Damian huffed, looking away but pulling her even closer. Damian was going to retort but the door opened again and two people entered. One was a black women shorter than Damian with greying thick curly hair similar to Lydias pulled into a large bun, and the other was a tall heavyset white man with a receding hairline and grey beard. The computer told him they were Laura and Logan Lippet, Lydia’s parents.

They had styrofoam take out boxes and a drink carrier. They stopped when they saw Damian, but then continued on. “Hey Damian!” Mr.Lippet said, putting the boxes on the table. “Was wondering when you’d show up.” Mrs.Lippet and Lydia laughed as Damian smiled, accepting Mrs.Lippets hug. “When’d you get here? Or how’s a better word.” She laughed and handed a box to Lydia and sat a drink on the nightstand.

“Garlic pasta!” She cheered, kissing her moms cheek. “I just came back after, uh. I broke into your apartment again, but only to collect Lydias things.” Mr.Lippet threw his head back and laughed as Mrs.Lippet smiled and shook her head. “As to how, don’t worry about it.” The Lippets laughed again. “Did you see the brownies Liam made?” “Yes, he added pistachios this time.”

“They seem weirdly chill about a billionaires son breaking into their house and getting into their daughters hospital room.” Jason commented, Tim and the others agreeing. Lydias parents had expected Damian to not only show up, but eat their food when entering their house? Either Damian was closer to these people than they thought, or the Lippets were a little crazy. Judging from the records he was seeing, it looked like the latter.

“That’s weird,” Tim hummed, “there’s records of her meta gene, but for some reason we didn’t get an alert.” Usually every time a meta was documented in Gotham they would be sent an alert about it through a not-so-legal chain system Babs set up. But even though Lydias meta gene was reported when she was three, they’d never gotten an alert. Well, now that Tim was looking, they had. But it’d been deleted very recently.

Apparently her ability was ‘Art Manifestation’. Tim didn’t know what that meant, but he had a feeling they’d find out. He brought up the file next to the camera where the Lippets and Damian were talking and laughing. Damian was holding Lydias drink just out of reach, laughing as she tried to grab it with her teeth. “Use your hands,” he taunted her, “it’s physical therapy!” Her parents roared with laughter as Lydia began hitting him as best she could. She was laughing with them.

A little while later Jazz's parents came in with a nurse. They had the normal reaction to seeing Damian Wayne cuddling with Lydia. “Hey Joseph, hey Ariana!” Mr.Lippet called to the stunned couple, “This is Damian, Lydias boyfriend.” Damian greeted them as politely as he could with Lydia teaching him how to use the portable loom she’d apparently forgotten she had in the possum bag.

“Their dating!?” Dick gasped. “Isn’t that what you said?” “I was joking! Oh my god, Damian actually has a girlfriend!” Jason laughed again and Dick began panicking. “Oh we were supposed to spy on their first date! And mess with Damian about it, figure out her favorite things so we could tell Damian, oh my god we missed seeing them on Valentine’s Day!” Cass patted his back. ‘There will still be valentines days to see and things to bully Damian about. I do not think they’ve had sex yet.’

Bruce choked. “Cass!” She gave him a confused expression as Jason laughed harder. Dick continued to sulk. “I don’t wanna know about that stuff…..I hope he at least tells us about their first date.” “I’m more interested in how they met. Lydia seems pretty forward so far.” Jason snorted. “You think she asked him out?” Tim shrugged. “You think Damian would’ve?”

Apparently Jazz was getting moved to Boston Children’s Hospital for further treatment. Damian and the Lippets helped her parents pack up Jazz’s toys while Lydia tried to persuade them to let her help. “I can stand!” She whined. “But you can’t for a long time,” her dad responded, “and while your stretching has helped a lot we don’t want you over exerting yourself and getting hurt.”

“Has she been seen by physical therapy?” Damian asked. Her mom huffed. “She’s supposed to see them every day, but just like last time we’ve only seen them the first day. They come in, tell us she’ll be seen every day and then we never see them again!” Damian gave an unpleased ‘Tt’ as he folded Jazz’s blankets.

In a few minutes they were ready to leave and the Lippets cheerfully said their goodbyes, Damian doing so awkwardly. After they left Lydia reached over and opened her computer. “Now it’s horror movie time!” The Lippets laughed as Damian raised an eyebrow and sat next to her. “You couldn’t watch them before?”

“Not with Jazz in the room,” she muttered, switching between scrolling and typing. “Don’ wanna traumatize the baby. Y’all feeling like a thriller or gore?” Her dad looked over her shoulder from where he was standing. “Damian, you ever seen ‘Someone Marry Barry’?” Mrs.Lippet snorted as Lydia groaned.

“We are not watching a romcom.” “Why not?” Her dad whined. “Netflix just got like seven new more!” Damian smiled as Lydia argued with her dad. He seemed more relaxed with them than he did at the manor. Lydia and her dad got into a slap fight. It felt weird to watch normal people play fighting. Usually when they play fought it’d involve actual weapons and strategies to find the best place to tickle.

But Lydia and her dad were normal people. They slapped each other harmlessly, without worrying if they’d accidentally hurt them. Lydia shrieked with delight as her dad grabbed her and shook her around, chanting ‘Romcom, romcom, romcom!’ “Alright alright alright!” She giggled, “we’ll watch one horror one romcom, how’bout that?” Her dad agreed and pulled the table from across her bed to the foot of the bed. He then moved the crib to the position they’d first seen it in.

While Lydia found a movie Mr.Lippet moved the couch from under the window next to the bed. He and Mrs.Lippet settled on the couch, Mrs.Lippet with crochet and Mr.Lippet with his own computer. “We can watch the Evil Dead series! They just made a new movie!” Lydia said excitedly, showing Damian a movie screen that he’d seen trailers for. Damian tilted his head.

“How will we watch a series when we’re switching genres?” “We watch one, watch one of dad’s shitty romcoms, then the second movie, and so on!” Mr.Lippet snorted, “Just for that I’m going to make your Roblox avatar ugly.” They all laughed. “Hey! Don't do that! I can’t fight back, we’re watching movies!” Her dad playfully rolled his eyes and muttered “hang on,” and began typing very fast.

“Lydia, turn on the TV.” She did. They waited as he typed very fast for a few minutes before the hospital TV glitched, blacked out and then showed Lydias computer screen on Prime. They cheered. “What the fuck?” Jason said, “How the hell’d he do that?” Tim shrugged. “I’m not surprised,” Barbara’s voice came through over comms, “He’s the configuration manager for TSA, and before that he was IT, and before that he was CIA, and before that he was Navy Seal. He’s on the no fly list because he used to be a spy in the CIA.”

Oh. “And he lives in Gotham….why? Does he have any connection with any rogues?” “He was born in Michigan, Laura in Texas, and they married in Virginia and then moved around a lot because of the military. They were in Hawaii before they were deployed here at the harbor, Logan retired, and they had Lydia and her brother Liam. They’re Irish twins, she’s October 15th 2007 and he’s the 17th 2008. No connection to any rouges other than accidentally meeting Scarecrow in civies and telling him to go fuck himself for his bad parking.”

They all laughed as Lydia used the hospital remote to choose the first Evil Dead movie. Then she pulled out another computer and handed it to Damian, and pulled her computer off the table and into her lap. She typed a little, then gasped. “Hey! That’s not nice!” Damian laughed as her dad retorted, “Calling romcoms shitty isn’t nice! Enjoy your skeleton!” Damian snorted. An actual snort.

Was he dead? Hallucinating? Dreaming? Or did he actually hear Damian Wayne snort? “Well, I approve.” Jason laughed as Lydia and Damian began playing Roblox with her dad. “She’s making him laugh, he’s relaxed, he gets along well with her parents and her parents are apparently super cool with all his weirdness. I think we’re looking at the future Mrs. Wayne!” Honestly? He wouldn’t mind having another new and weird addition to this family.

#Damian Wayne x original character #original character #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #cassandra cain #batfam #not me projecting a disorder I have but the character I gave it to initially didn’t #Like I know she’s an original character and I can just give it to her but. Y’know. No I can’t #The baby inspired by a baby I met in the hospital #Different name and illness but the same cutie patootie :3 #Writing this also made me realize that I haven’t really decided what Lydia Lippets main power is even though I thought I had #Like in both the main stories I use her in she’s The Bard and can alter reality and create things by singing #But then I write multiple shorts like this and it’s like ‘oh no everything she draws can be brought off the page and into real life’#It’s like jfc me pick a power #Also implied that those pokeballs hold actual Pokémon she brought to life #if you want to see more of her your going to have to wait because hands no write :’)

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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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jock!obito in a college au, who still has his sharingan and it activates the moment you make eye contact for the first time across the classroom. he turns all blushy and embarrassed, and you can't help but think he's the cutest boy you've ever seen.

#it definitely takes him MONTHS to ask you out #maybe you work a summer job together by complete accident #like you work at a movie theater or something and get to know each other better over endless popcorn #he's chill and fun but gets super nervous around girls #and you both pin after each other and IT'S ALL SO CUTE #but yea he def steals glances at you in class #and stalks your social media a bit cjsbdjdhd #cutie cutie cutie #obito x reader #obito uchiha x reader

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beebox-illustrations · 2 years

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LET ME JUST SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR LOCKHART?!?!?!? YOU'RE JUST INCREDIBLE, YOUR BRAND OF HUMOUR IS MY THINGGGGGG

Also what might a scene between dumbledore and grindelwald look like if you ever considered one 👀👀👀

Lovely l0vegl0wsinthedark! Thank you so much for all of your nice and really thoughtful messages over the last years 💚✨🥰 I’m sorry for not answering all of those messages right away but the rest will follow!✨ I’m really glad you still enjoy the content and my brand of humor 😂👉

And of coUrsE OuR fAntaStIC ✨✨GILDEROY ✨✨ man, I don’t know what it is but I love this over the top, narcissistic eccentric with his lilac robes and big entrances😂💚

Oh and those two have a special place in my heart♥️ but I’m always a bit anxious about not doing them both justice :0 But more will follow if the interest is there 🥰

Before you tear me to pieces: apparently I’m really bad at estimating what happened at what time and how old someone has to be at a specific time :‘) I only thought about doing the maths when I was halfway through the comic sooooo…. In 1975 when gilderoy first started at Hogwarts Dumbledore has already been headmaster and furthermore been at the age of 97 😂😂 well I mean they kept in good shape …

Don’t take this too seriously please, I just wanted an obnoxious tiny Lockhart annoying Albus who then turns to Gellert to gossip about his students. Is this too much to ask 😂🥲

Have a fantastic evening ✨💚

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staggersz · 2 months

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Aroace aligned people just rally behind griffin stagg and billy showalter and i think thats wonderful they’re like the mascots for the representation in this fandom

#the black phone #tbp #tbp fandom #tbp headcanons #tbp hcs #griffin stagg #billy showalter #BRIFFIN #ACE4ACE #aroace #asexual #aromantic #griffin and billy are both asexual and arospec im making it canon BECAUSE IT IS CANON NOW.#twny #taking what’s not yours #they almost have like a qplatonic/squish thing going on #they’re just cuties and i AM projecting for my fic

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yinyuedijun · 3 months

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Listen Ga Ming is just like JY in the sense that I want to pamper both of these men

Ga Ming, my lil spitfire, my little firefly shxjdjdjd please he deserves to be spoiled rotten for being such a good boy

Like please I want him to be happy and loved and and OTL I wanna spoil him he is a good boy and good boys deserve to be pampered

I feel like he'd get all giddy if you called him a good boy, this has unknowingly awakened something in him

UR SO RIGHT ANONNNNN I think ga ming is very easy to spoil 😔 forget him using any pet names on us... HE is the 宝贝 actually. very 可爱 as they say. (okay I'm sorry I'll stop using chinglish. my point is that he is a sweetheart and a cutie)

also HAGDKDJSJSH okay I'm sorry if this is not the direction you intended to go but I think he does get very flustered over the "good boy" thing and I absolutely would not be surprised if he ends up discovering a praise kink at some point... I fear it is the price of having daddy issues </3

#nsft #again my apologies if that is not where u were going. but its where my brain went o-(--<#chinese lesson for those not versed in cursed chinglish:#宝贝 = 'treasure' literally. comparable to 'baby' in usage #可爱 = 'lovable' literally. means youre a cutie #i really do think he would use both terms on his s/o but ID PERSONALLY REVERSE UNO IT AND CALL *HIM* THAT #yueshuo.asks #asks.anon

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shiningstages · 5 months

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okay i can't get it out of my mind - tini dump about kate cinderella girls, and my dreams for both international girls and the producer ( aka developing oc man )

the international / foreign girls in imas: cinderella girls (as far as i'm aware) are Frederica Miyamoto (french-japanese, voiced), Yao Fueifuei (hong kong, unvoiced), Clarice (vague european (personally french or dutch inspo), unvoiced), Anastasia (russian-japanese, voiced), Layla (Dubai / UAE, voiced), Kate (London / England, unvoiced), Helen (vague european / american (personally italian / mexican inspo), unvoiced), Natalia (Rio de Janeiro / Brazil, voiced), Eve Santaclaus (Greenland, voiced), Cathy Graham (american-japanese (born in new york but has lived in japan) unvoiced), and Mary Cochran (San Francisco / America, unvoiced). I don't include Shiki here because, although she studied in American, she's Japanese and isn't from anywhere over there. I also don't include the three Korean-exclusive deresute characters since they're discontinued after that server shut down (but also shoutout to them I love them too). However they are all side characters, just not a part of the project.

Kate is my favorite unvoiced girl, specifically because our names are similar, as well as slight backstory stuff (her love for her parents; "She's an exceedingly friendly and social person, often greeting everyone she passes by. She's also very touchy in comparison to other idols, enjoying giving others hugs or kisses to show her affection." from her wiki page / events, very me coded). So, in my International Girls imas cingirls idea, Kate is the true protagonist, with Natalia being the leader of the group and acts like a dual protagonist. While she's not the first of the international girls to be voiced (that order being Anya > Freddy > Natalia way later > Layla > Eve most recently as of literally Christmas; congrats to her cingirl first place), I wanna give Natalia bunches of love and more spotlight to get fleshed out as a character as well, as well as her and Kate becoming besties. The International Girls story would just be them forming into a unit, learning to appreciate their differences as well as come to feel like a cohesive unit despite them, and ultimately proving themselves as idols on the stage.

The Producer for that idea, in my mind, is Lotus Juice (LotusP, if you will), since he's proven himself in his own field, is from New Jersey and fluent in both english and japanese, and is also in a duo unit with TakeP aka Takeuchi Shunsuke aka the producer for cinderella girls, so it all just make sense in my mind. Story-wise - LotusP gets invited to the job after TakeP offers it to him as a friendly favor, since they both went to college together and / or went up in the ranks together before TakeP started raising idols / doing his cinderella girls "power of smile" project. Inspired by him, and not wanting to look a gifted horse in the mouth, the rougher and older man accepts, with TakeP being his occasional talking partner for advice. LotusP, in my mind, is suddenly named Austin in my mind (don't ask why idk). And he just kinda acts like Lotus Juice (chill older guy who seems kinda gruff, but is really mature), yet also has like a rough tsun thing going as he's not at all good with taking compliment, and gets dragged into scenarios and forced to play the straight man for gags. It's almost like he doesn't want to be a producer, but he needs a job and wants to stay in the music biz, but he ultimately takes his job (taking care of all the girls' and their schedules, as well as personally helping with some of their songs' production) very seriously.

Another thing I wanted to look into for a bit of drama is idol v school life, specifically as Kate is an international study abroad uni student that becomes an idol. In the end, like in her stories, she proves to her dad that she can be an idol and go to school, and at the very end she graduates and becomes an idol full time. Freddy is also in college for design; she can graduate too as a treat. It also makes me want to make Kate/Nat/Freddy triple protags, as it fills out the kind of NewGen-esque protags the original cingirls had, as well as I think they'd make good friends.

(Also, if anyone asks, Layla's backstory of running away from a planned marriage to Japan with the support of her mother but keeping the father in the dark...I literally just learned that TODAY, which was WILD, and yes in my plotline idk if I wanna explore that or just ignore that so! Hmm!!!!)

Also the eleven full group's unit song would be titled "Universal Parade", after the unit in the mobage game (which originally consists of CathyNatKateMaryFreYao), and their outfits would be similar to the unit "Your Friends" (NatKateMary) outfit set in the original mobage as well (without the fluffy bit or with the fluffy bit reincorporated somehow).

Also the actual outfits for NatLayla's unit "Sol Qamar" is very cool.

#;big bubble blowing baby! ( ooc )#long post #i also hope; since both layla and natalia are voiced now; that we get an official sol qamar song...........soon..........#eve and hijiri also need a song; but i understand waiting for eventual voiced clarice for Holy Night Wish #in my story helen acts like my oc atlas but more gaudy (i need to read her stories)#also the marylaylacathy friendship in cards is so cute; the are sisters and those two american girlies need voices stat #shu uchida deserves to be one of those cuties frfr #or kate...........the dream outside of my daydreams~#also yes tho please notice how they slightly whitewashed nat from the your friend's R to the sol qamar R #i see you imas; if you put me in there best be sure i will reverse that change #me remembering rakshata in sif and how i swear they severely whitewashed her and erased her color in an update once: LORD #shakes my fist; they can't keep getting away with this #love live at least got better because of the movies + that mia baseball ur!!!!! a slight win #layla stays unaffected at least; at least to my eyes #better keep it that way imas eye emojis eye emojis #anyways enough about that; i'm gonna lay on my bed and think for a million years

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