#<- that was all me being confused and stupid. he obliviously hacked her and the glitch is a fucking weird role

[youronlybean]

Rewarding myself for being productive by reading The Great Space Opera for like the 20th time. This is self care <333

#zeroyalchaos #youronlychat #I love this fic so much. I’m gonna start spoiling shit in the tags so look away if you haven’t read it yet (WHICH YOU SHOULD) #IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REALISE CHILLED WAS A GLITCH. WAY TOO LONG. #oh he can morph? yeah that makes sense he said I was a morphling #but wait what did he do to that Swooper?? how did he make her turn visible again #the claws??? when they kissed??? what was that??? #<- that was all me being confused and stupid. he obliviously hacked her and the glitch is a fucking weird role #because Skadj can’t take it. bro is fucking terrified of him #sol did such a good job fleshing out this universe I love it so much #AND THE JOJO BEING A JESTER IS SO COOOOOOOL #THE WAY SHE’S COMPLETELY DEADPAN I LOVE IT #and junk being a vet. because he’s old. #plus Ze and Chilled BOTH lying about their roles. I can’t wait for them to figure it out. #Ze being a warlock??? I can’t wait for that to come into play more. especially with the torch mod and chilled lying about his role too #and they all think he’s this explosive arsonist when really he’s just trying really hard to stay warm lmao #tay being a medic and being so salty about giving her shield out is so funny too the SINLING ENERGY YOUR HONOUR #anyway rant over go read this fic it reads better than Shakespeare I promiseeeee #private recording 1

[miss-choco-chips]

The dangers of sugar coating

Dick tries to give his little brother nice things (and fucks up), Tim is paranoid (and too tired to think clearly), and Damian thinks they might actually be a good team (while they plot Santa Claus’ downfall).

(Beacuse @animemangasoul and I decided we’ve been too rough with Tim lately, so I tried to give him some batfamily fluff. Somewhere along the way I fucked up and ended with this. No edit, pure crack)

-----.------

-Before I tell you anything, you need to promise me you won’t get mad.

The Bruce of ten years ago, new to parenting and oblivious to its dangers, would have done his best to emulate any ‘How to be a good Dad- guide for new, utterly lost fathers’ book. Now, though, tired after raising Dick to semi-adulthood and still hurting over Jason’s… Jason, he knew better. Life had toughtened him up.

So he didn’t raise his eyes from his newspaper, and gave into the urge of sipping his coffee before humming under his breath. Not even the slightest show of acceptance over those terms.

If Dick was asking that, instead of hiding whatever this was or dealing with it himself, it meant the situation was either out of his control, bound to make its way to Bruce eventually, or both. 

Probably both.

-Come on, B, just promise you won’t get all passive aggressive bitch on me. I did it for the greater good...

Another hum.

However, Dick has spent the same amount of time learning under his guide than he had raising him, so the younger was bound to develop some of his own tactics.

-...and I did it because Tim obviously needed it, so…

Warning bells ringing in his mind, Bruce gave up and shoot Dick a look. He didn’t seem overly guilty, so whatever this was, it probably wasn’t irreversible. But he was also shifting his weight from one leg to the other nervously, so… there was a catch here.

-What did you do?

-You didn’t promise.

-I won’t take your allowance away, but I may yell. It depends on how convincingly you make your case -compromise, he had learned after many, many mistakes, was as good a plan as any. 

-Deal -then, quickly, like ripping off a bandaid:- I might have made Tim slightly more neurotic than he was. On accident.

The bells turned into firefighter’s sirens. 

-What did you do?

They have had the fifteen year old living in the mannor for a few weeks at most. They couldn't possibly have already broken him, right?

Right?

Dick winced, but sat down by Bruce’s left (the side closest to the dining room’s window), which meant this was the only issue, but a hard to explain one.

-You see… We were talking, bonding over childhood memories and stuff, and… you know how christmas is just around the corner, and I asked him about Santa. I mean, obviously he doesn’t believe in that now, but the thing is, he never did.

-He’s too smart for that -growled Bruce, impatiente to get to the point and figure out just how much damage control would he be doing.

-No, his parents were too shitty. They were never there on Christmas, so no gifts under the tree unless he put them there himself, and whenever that happened, it was because his parents sent them and he wrapped them himself. Also no surprises, because he was the one asking for specific stuff. And I got a little sad, because how can a kid never believe in Santa? Like, come on. It’s part of the concept of childhood innocence. So...

Bruce waited a few beats, but Dick didn’t follow up. See, this was the moment where his parenting books would suggest waiting until the kid was good and ready for sharing his thoughts. But, since this was his younger child at stake here, he couldn't allow himself the luxury of letting a single second go.

-And? -he prompted, as gently as he could, trying not to spook Dick into abandoning ship.

-And I sort of… convinced him that Santa was real. Like, a full out super powered meta whose purpose in life was to bring joy to all of us. I texted Barbara and she planted some old looking reports on the batcomputer about it, to give credibility to the lie. I even drew parallels with Batman being thought of as a myth outside of Gotham to support the ‘Santa is real, people just don’t believe in him’ thing. And, after some hours of convincing and with Babs’ help, he bought it. So now, if Tim approaches you about it, you better back me up, because otherwise you would be ruining the last vestige of innocence Tim might still keep. Downside, though, Tim is now holed up in his bedroom searching the deep web for any Santa related info he can get his nerdy little paws on.

Silence in the room. Dick blurted out a goodbye and jumped out of the window. Bruce didn’t get up to check if he had landed safely on the other side. He probably had. 

Tired, he looked down at his coffee. Black, just like he needed it now.

He should have stopped at zero children.

----.----

Cassie watched, with no small amount of unholy glee, as Tim thoroughly convinced both Kon and Bart of Santa’s existence. One a clone with little social understanding and the other from a very dark future, they were unsurprisingly easy to convince.

This was the kind of hilarious shit that made being in a superhero team worth it. All the life and death situations were balanced out by this kind of drama-like absurdity.

Even better was Tim’s completely fucked up perspective on the matter.

-So you’re saying Santa is not only real, but a deranged psychopath? Who’s probably both a pedofile and a mind controlling scumbag? -Kon tilted his head, both confused and esceptic.

Cassie did her utmost best to keep a straight face while nodding along, as if everything Tim had laid down in front of them made perfect sense. 

-I thought it was stupid, too. But Dick showed me evidence, old reports, both handwritten and digital, and I found footage of Santa sneaking into the Manor when he was still young, deeply buried in the Batcomputer mainframe.

-Couldn’t that video be, you know… made up? -Bart asked, frown unusual on him firmly in place.

-If it was anywhere else? Sure. But this is The Batcomputer we’re talking about. Why would Batman have that kind of thing there? It was too heavily protected to be placed there as decoy for anyone hacking, not like they could ever get over Oracle’s firewalls. Besides, what reason would Batman have to invent this? I’m fifteen, I don’t need the ‘Santa fantasy’. The only believable answer is that Santa is real and very dangerous, and some people have taken his name for capitalism’s sake and made a holiday out of that and some religious backing, to get more people roped up into it. The true mastermind is obviously hiding somewhere out there, and the Christmas propaganda is merely a means to get funding for his devious plots.

Both metas hummed thoughtfully, Superboy even crossing his arms as he examined the pile of photos and papers Tim had laid out in front of them. Bart was nodding, hand cupping his jaw. The looked dead serious.

Cassie wanted to excuse herself to use the toilet (lead lidden because this was Gotham, specifically Tim’s secret place, so of course it was super-proof) so she could laugh her ass off, but the temptation of seeing this trainwreck to its fiery end was too strong. 

It was taking up all of her amazonian training to keep her straight face, though. Diana would be so proud.

-I even searched the deep web for Santa related crimes, and looked up his name in disturbing forums. You wouldn't believe what some people, serial killers and rapists both, do using Christmas as a theme. I couldn't sort through it all, it was that sick.

Kon looked utterly disturbed- So what do we do now? Christmas is just around the corner!

Bart got up and started pacing back and forth- We need to hunt this dude down. Christmas is about goodness and family! We can’t let this, this… psychopath ruin it! Think about the children of the world!!

Oh god, this was getting even better.

-But how? The man sounds like a velocist of some kind, I mean, running and leaving gifts everywhere in the world in the span of a few hours? How are we even gonna catch him?

-Maybe if we dress up as Elves? -Cassie couldn't stop herself from suggesting, voice choked in her effort to be serious, but most likely interpreted by the boys as clogged up on rage- From what Tim wrote here -she raised a paper from the pile, hand shaking- it looks like they are his mind-controlled slaves. If he thinks we ran from his captivity, he might take us to the North Pole with him to brainwash us again… Oh, but I probably shouldn't dress up, so you know, I can be back up if he manages to catch you three…

-That’s a great idea! -Bart’s skinny arms wrapped themselves around her neck, and she took the chance to hide her face in his mane of hair, corners of her mouth twitching up.

-Should I also record it? -she asks, almost begging- In case people don’t believe us later, when we have to explain why we imprisoned Santa.

-Yes, I think that might be wise -Tim conceded, eyes scanning his papers again.

Thank the gods. That tape was going to be Cassie’s most precious treasure forever.

-I think he has a way of controlling people’s minds too. Like, parents and stuff. And then he makes them be the ones to give his children gifts in his name, as a way of gaining their trust. Sick fucker.

-So you think it’s a kinky thing for him?

-Kon, he literally categorizes kids as ‘good’ or ‘naughty’. 

-You are right, we need to stop this bastard.

Cassie loved her boys so, so much. She also owed Dick Grayson the biggest high five.

----.----

Red Hood was just lighting up a cigarette when he saw Red Robin making his way to his rooftop. Cursing, he dropped the entire thing and kicked it away. The brat knew Jason smoked, but Dick had been on his ass lately about being a good brother, and he still felt kinda bad about trying to kill the kid twice, so he was actually trying to set a good example. 

Besides, out of the two possible little brothers to take under his wing, he certainly drew the lucky ticket, because while Dickie had gotten stranded with the pompous brat, Jason had the all around good kid circling his radar more often than not. Like, Tim had broken him out of prison, a little after Jason had done his best to end his life; he couldn't get more forgiving and nice than that. It certainly beat making a murder League child let go of his katana on a nightly basis.

-I need your help.

He blinked. While they certainly had worked cases together in the past, they were always preluded by some kind of smalltalk,  little banter, at least a ‘hello’. Not this straight to the point bullshit.

He had the urge to take out his guns, to protect them both of any threat following Red Robin here. He refrained.

-What’s the matter, babybird? What’s wrong?

Tim looked almost frazzled. The cowl was hanging around his neck, just a domino preserving his identity, and his hair was a knotted mess. Disveleshed was too little a word for his state.

-We need to make a plan to catch Santa Claus before Christmas this year. His reign of terror must end. It’s still not too late.

Yeah, okay, he might need that cigarette after all, to hell with Dick’s bitching. Besides, how bad of a influence could that be, when this kid was obviously already on some kind of drugs? Like, Santa? Really?

-What… do you mean?

What followed was an hour long rant on the dangers of a super powered, evil version of the myth that Tim had somehow cooked up on his mind.

Was this real? The kid looked far too distraught for a joke.

-… Does Nightwing know about this? -whatever ‘this’ was- Bats?

Tim shook his hands frantically. Jason was legit getting worried.

-N was the one who told me about Santa -there, he knew this smelled like a Golden Boy trademark fuck up-, but he seems to be under his spell. Bruce as well. They tried to convince me he is some kind of good-hearted samaritan. Jason -he stated, breaking the no names during patrol rule, a show of just how deep into the rabbit hole he was- you wouldn't  believe what I found on the deepweb. Joker’s yearly special seems tame in comparison.

That, Jason could believe. But he was also fairly sure you could type about any word in the darkest side of the net, and find half a dozen kinky or deranged things that matched. Santa-temed crimes? More likely than anyone would believe. Real life Santa doing the deed? Not so much.

Tim had been too young when Dick lied to his face, most likely. And nowadays, the young vigilante was running on three hours of sleep on a good week. And it wasn’t even too far fetched to believe, on their line of business, specially when dealing with metas and supervillains day in and day out.

Still…

-Kid, I don’t know how to tell you this, but… Santa isn’t real -he told him, slowly, hands raised as if to touch his shoulders but not daring to actually make contact. Tim looked so manic he might actually nerve strike him.

The icy blue eyes were hidden under his mask, but Jason knew from the way he tensed that Tim was terrified.

-He got to you, too -he whispered, almost too softly for him to hear. Then, without giving Jason the chance to inquire further, he turned tail and disappeared into the night.

....

He really needed that cigarette.

----.----

When Drake told the family he was taking Damian under his wing for a case, everyone seemed so happy he couldn't just shoot the other man down. Besides, reluctant as he was to admit it, Red Robin was the superior detective in the entirety of the team, so there would be rewards for taking the blow to his pride and working with him.

He expected to be directed through some easy case, maybe a little puzzling but not too challenging. Or be sidelined while Drake worked through things, so he could learn by example.

This, though, this he hadn’t foresaw.

This case was way more serious.

-How come Father has allowed this depravancy to continue?! -exclaimed Damian, hands gripping the sheets of information tightly- This ‘Santa’s’ influence has been permitted to cement on too many people already! And it keeps growing!

-I know. Fuck, I know. But I can’t get anyone to help me. My team knows, but sadly we aren’t enough. Bruce and Dick don’t believe me, and neither does any other hero I contacted on the matter. It’s just like when B was missing in time; they either think I’m crazy, or try to sugarcoat things, like they would with a baby.

Damian snorted, disbelieving. Whatever his opinion might be on his predecessor, he at least knew to trust his insight in a case. Grandfather himself had recognized his genius on that field.

They were on Drake’s perch, his center of operations outside of Batman’s influence. He would never admit it out loud, but if Damian ever needed his own batcave, it would be just like this one. 

Now, the long table in front of him was completely covered in information, case reports, photos taken from live footage, deepweb forums’ conversations, history books…

-And you say this… monster, targets children?

-I mean, he brainwashes the parents too, but that seems like a plot to both increase his economic funds and to gain the children’s trust.

-How are you so sure they are his objective?

-The parents tell their children Santa is ‘always observing them’, and ask if they ‘have been good’ that year. If they aren’t perceived as obedient, Santa leaves them coal, which incentives them to do their best to change that by next year’s christmas. 

-Maybe the coal and gifts have mind control devices, or some magic?

-My thoughts exactly.

Damian frowns even deeper. He’s glad Drake is taking his detective training seriously, but if father himself is being deceived, he wonders what can the two of them (plus Drake’s team) do.

-What about Todd? Red Hood is proclaimed as Saint Protector of Children in Crime Alley, after all. He certainly has opinions about this ‘Santa’ person. 

Timothy shakes his head- He got Jason too. I suspect he’s been under his control ever since he was a child at the manor. 

-So, we are alone in this.

-Essentially, yes. Thankfully, not everyone celebrates christmas. Some religions flat out forbid it, so we won’t have as much ground to cover when we lay out a trap. We could choose a close by location and plan around it. 

He nods, back straight with purpose. He -and Drake, he supposes- would be freeing Father and Grayson, along with the rest of the victims, from this madman’s control. Maybe even Todd, if he has the time.

-I’m with you on this endeavor, Drake.

-Good. Remember we need to act natural in front of the family. If Santa catches wind of what we’re doing, he might focus his efforts in getting to us. 

Damian wants to say to let him come, he would show him why it's a bad idea to mess with his family. But Drake is, admittedly, the superior detective, and it seems he’s been working on this for a long time now. Damian will defer to his judgement this one time.

Drake’s superior knowledge and Damian’s unrivaled training might be what’s needed to orchestrate this ‘Santa’s’ downfall.

They will be a good team, he thinks.

#My writing #Tim Drake #batfamily #Batfamily Fanfic #core four #Dick grayson #Bruce Wayne #cassie sandsmark #kon el kent #conner kent #bart allen #jason todd #Damian wayne #this is just crack guys #Tim thinks Santa is out to get everyone #he's a tired boy okay #no edit #tw: mentions of child abuse #nothing graphic just Tim doing typical comic book research

[nightwingmyboi]

I'll always remember Devin Grayson as the woman who wrote Nightwing getting raped by a supervillain and then tried to pass it off as "wasn't rape, just nonconsensual"...which is LITERALLY THE DEFINITION OF RAPE, YOU HACK!

MSL: Male rape is a topic rarely touched on in comics. Why is it suited to bring it into Nightwing?

DEVIN GRAYSON: For the record, I’ve never used the word “rape,” I just said it was nonconsensual (I know, aren’t writers frustrating? *smiles*) [x] 

Yeah there is no other word for what happened in Nightwing #93 other than rape...I can’t imagine why she would say otherwise. She did technically apologize, but that was ten or so years later. So she eventually, finally did come out and just admit what everyone already knew, but she was still way too late to actually fix any of the damage she caused with how she completely mishandled things. I also don’t think her little apology begins to cover all the issues I have with her. 

Devin’s characterization of Dick is just so, so freaking twisted to me. Really, I don’t think there is a Nightwing writer I despise more than Devin Grayson. The interviews I’ve read from her give me the creeps:

DG: The way I think about him [Dick], he likes everyone, he’s sort of a contact junkie - just this incredibly physical (and attractive) person who lives wholly in the corporeal plane and responds with - processes things in - his body before his head or heart. I imagine that he can be hypnotized by a touch the way other people can be stopped dead in their tracks by the sight of money or the promise of true love. I think he likes kicking and kissing in almost equal measure - except kissing edges out ahead because you can do it for longer and it leads to nicer things. [x]

Yeah that’s fucking unsettling. This is Devin being gross and projecting her sexual fantasy’s onto Dick. And she very much invented this extreme view of Dick as obsessively physical. Pre-52 Dick was always written as a master strategist, an unparalleled leader, one of the best detectives in the world, outside of Devin’s writing. Her fantasy version of Dick doesn’t mesh with that...Dick wouldn’t be capable leader if he’s “thinking with his body” (whatever that means) all the time. He’s survived this long because he’s intelligent and logical. Frankly, Devin’s take on things doesn’t even make any freaking sense. But it gets worse: 

DDG: I’m writing a novel for WB right now that he’s in and I have one scene where Batman has to stop a fight before it gets out of control, and most of the people he can just yell or glare at, but with Dick, he just stands really close behind him and Dick freezes. That’s not supposed to be a sexual thing (though it is kinda hot! ::laughs::), it’s an understanding on Bruce’s part that his physical proximity will speak just as quickly and loudly to Dick as his voice, maybe even be processed faster.

What the actual fuck. You’ve probably guessed it based on how that little scenario played out. Devin ships Dick with Bruce. 

DG: And now think about being a very physical and naturally gregarious and loving person and growing up with someone like Bruce. Then add in the confusion about his status - a “ward” is something you stop being the minute you turn eighteen. Having already lost his parents and then hurling into adolescence at the speed he did...in my personal version of the story, he develops sexual desire and social anxiety about the future at the same time, and this leads to tremendous confusion, on his part, about his role in Bruce’s life. He can’t be a ward forever, in the back of his head he knows he won’t be Robin forever...what is he to this man who is at once his best friend and personal savior, personal god? “Son” is what they eventually settle on, but I think when Dick was in his late teens, the idea of “lover” must have run through his mind (which means, really, as we’ve already discussed, it ran through his body).

Wild that Dick is usually written as incredibly intelligent and emotionally cognizant (was able to puzzle out Damian’s complex motivations and needs when no one else in Damian’s life could for example) and yet Devin thinks he’s not able to sort out that he’s not supposed to make sexual advances towards his father. And by wild I mean stupid as fuck. And, just fyi, Devin goes with the version of events where Bruce took Dick in when he was eight years old! So he’s pretty fucking young when this is all happening! Just when you thought it couldn’t get more disgusting. 

Eventually, much later, Dick gets distracted by other relationships and is able to ease up enough on Bruce for Bruce to relax into his own comfort-level of kindness and affection again (once the threat of sexuality has been removed) and they carry on more or less unharmed. But the relationship remains incredibly powerful and intense for Dick, who ends up feeling apologetic, rejected, and confused on top of all the other issues we already know exist between the two of them. Dick responds to Bruce - or really I should say Batman, since that’s who his relationship is with - on every single level.

So, according to Devin, Dick views Bruce as his “personal god” and is incredibly submissive to and possessive of him. That’s why Devin’s writing is littered with scenes like this: 

Gotham Knights #17

Where Dick acts incredibly awkward and “apologetic” about dating Barbara, because of how he previously made sexual advances towards Bruce in Devin’s fantasy world. Also with Devin, Dick spends a lot of his time stuttering every time Bruce is in the room, even though he’s usually a smooth talker, very chatty, and that’s because of the supposed “intensity” of Bruce and Dick’s relationship. And then there are scenes like this: 

Gotham Knights #18

Where Dick uncharacteristically and disproportionately loses his cool at the slightest insinuation against Bruce and is reduced to an angry hot head. Dick has been noted to be incredibly level headed; he’s also famous for being a mediator among the hero community...this behavior is a complete departure from the way he would normally act under other writers. Dick’s also been one to level plenty of criticisms towards Bruce himself. This sudden personality change where Dick thinks Bruce can do no wrong, where no one can criticize Bruce in Dick’s presence without him absolutely blowing up, where he suddenly can’t control his emotions over the littlest things...it really exists primarily in Devin’s writing. It’s incredibly OOC behavior and it’s rooted in Devin’s sexual fantasies frankly. 

Devin’s writing is also where Dick, despite being incredibly dedicated and monogamous in all of his previous relationships, suddenly became a womanizer. Literally, everyone was written as wanting to get into Dick’s pants: Rose Wilson was reduced to a giddy teenager because of Dick, random women in the streets would comment on how cute Nightwing was, a mob boss’s daughter who was only 15 years old was obsessed with Dick and made advances, Dick had a one night stand with Huntress because she reminded him of Bruce, Bruce called Dick “Hunk Wonder,” Dick undressed in front of fucking Deathstroke (and there was a newspaper with “Richard Wilson” on it as a sly little wink towards the audience), psycho vigilante Tarantula is obsessed with Dick to the point of raping him, the list goes on. If you want more samplings of how freaking disgusting and sex-obsessed Devin was when it came to Dick, look no further than her gross Inheritance book, where she ships Dick with everyone from Green Arrow to Aquaman (here are some quotes if you’re a masochist). And since Dick “thinks with his body” or whatever, Devin’d write him as receptive (or very oblivious) when it comes to this attention. 

Gotham Knights #10

Nightwing (1996) #107

Another thing that made me extremely uncomfortable is how Devin would always have strangers and villains, especially older men--people who Dick very much did not know and wouldn’t appreciate being in his personal space--be all grabby with him. Please leave him alone. 

Nightwing and Huntress #2

There Dick is, “hypnotized” in place by Huntress’s touch. Kill me. It is also especially messed up that Devin suddenly turned Dick into some sexual, warm-blooded hot head at the same time as she decided to introduce him as Romani. 

Q: How could him being Romani be used to inform his characterization?

It reinforces his “otherness” where Bruce is concerned in what I think is a useful, interesting way...It also presents the opportunity for there to be a slight chip on his shoulder, which maybe speaks to his scrappiness. It also maybe gives him a slightly deeper way to relate to someone like Helena--someone who is white but other--and gives the people who love (or lust after) him a potential cultural excuse for feeling as bewitched as they sometimes do. I also just love the idea of Bruce occasionally calling him “hot blooded” just to mess with him, because Dick would of course deny being so in an extremely hot-blooded manner. [x]

Her feeding into the fetishizing of biracial individuals is just disgusting and wrong. If there’s a racist stereotype available Devin really goes out of her way to make sure she includes it in her writing huh. 

Gotham Knights #20

And Bruce being a racist jerk is not charming Devin, it’s terrible. Barbara used slurs also, and was very dismissive of Dick’s reaction to Bruce’s actions...that was also horrible. It’s awful that Dick’s own family would apparently treat him this way. Obviously, Dick isn’t the only one that Devin would write out of character. 

It’s all just so messed up to me, I can’t stand it. When I first read her comics, even when it wasn’t blatant like above, I would feel something subtly off...and once I read her interviews I can’t help but notice these horrible underlying insinuations in all of her work, in so many seemingly “innocent” scenes. There are a lot of big things she’s known for (her horrible treatment of Dick’s Romani heritage and his rape for example) but all these subtle, insidious little details that people don’t even really register...they are equally frustrating to me. Seeing sects of the fandom pick up these details (like, the idea that Dick doesn’t understand personal boundaries, the idea that he’s a hot head, the idea that he’s a womanizer, etc.) when I know a lot of it stems nearly solely from Devin’s crappy characterization and writing of Dick...it’s hard. 

Q: Further to that, if Dick is gay, what kind of guy is his type?

DG: ...Type isn’t as important as passion and opportunity. Because of his psycho-sexual makeup, the other key factor would be a sense that he means something to that other man, that his “surrender” is making that man happy, allowing him to bring pleasure to someone (as he was never allowed to do for Bruce). There’s also a sense, if I may be so bold, of needing to be “caught” and “held down” - this going back to the trauma of losing his parents...being strong and passionate and heroic and virile and loving with a woman is fantastic, he lives for that. But he lost both parents. There is also a part of him that longs to be pinned down and loved a little bit savagely and hurt just enough to reassure him that he’s alive. Man, I’m totally gonna get fired when this comes out....

Literally makes me want to barf. That is supposed to be a professional, official writer at DC. Could go on forever. 

#devin grayson #imma go vomit now #ask #nightwing #dick grayson #batman #rape #rape cw #comics #DC comics #character analysis #characterization #negative

[nightlight-stardust-and-rain]

I fucking NEED to write a Homestuck reincarnation AU with the ancestors. So I'll do it.

Tbh it'll be mostly our favorites hemoanarchist (gods do I love this word) ; The Signless, the Dolorosa, the Psiioniic and the Disciple. Because I love them, that's why. (let's say the Psiioniic died with the others bc if he's not dead he can't be reborn. He was still the helsman but for a shorter time)

So at first I was thinking "they could be reincarnated as Karkat, Sollux, Nepeta and Kanaya" but then I realized that there would be no Karkat, Nepeta, etc... And I love them. So nope nope nope. So I decided that they would be reborn six or seven sweeps before the beta trolls, with the same sign, same blood color and pre-scratch names. They're raised by the same lusus as their descendants. Now there's three ways to do it. 1) everyone remembers. 2) nobody remembers but they have feelings and dreams. 3) only one of them remember. The 3 would be interesting and sad ! Lots of angst. But as much as I love angst, I couldn't write it to save my life. I'm just overwhelmed by the "I want them to be happy". The 2 would be very interesting to write ! Slow burn and pining and also angst bc "why the fuck am I dreaming about my wrists burning ???". Also "I feel I loved you for so long but we literally just met ???". Nice. But sadly, I'll write the 1 ! Because I want to.

So. They're hatched like seven sweeps before their descendants. At first, they live their life quietly. Since Alternia is... Well, a whole planet, they never met when they were young (that would be too easy. They'll meet way later). They think they are alone :( cue angst. But their life isn't so bad. Kinda. Signless (and holy shit he has a lusus ! With his blood color ! He misses his mother but he's happy to have a lusus : he never had one before so) learns to shout loudly with Crabdad (lol) and doesn't go out much (bc you know mutant) but when he does everyone he mets is baffled bc he's super nice ?? He's like those people who smile at you on the streets and even if you know you'll never see him again you fell a little pale something. Half of his neighborhood got a little pale crush on him (he's totally oblivious because guess what ! He's still in love with Psii and Disciple). He studies psychology and other alien civilisations online bc he thinks it's interesting. That's all. He gives advices to people (he got a blog. He's pretty famous for his advice ! Both because he's wise and because his advices is always pacifist). He thinks he's in a other universe (again !) and then he discovers the story of the Signless (by sheer luck, since the story has been erased everywhere by the Condesce) and he's just baffled because wow, he's thousands of sweeps in the future ! Wow ! And also because "does that means that the Condesce is the same fucking Condesce that killed me/us ? WHEN WILL SHE DIE". The Psiioniic lives with his bipolar lusus (nothing new, he' s bipolar himself) and is the best hacker of all Alternia (come ON, of course he is !). Every goldblood knows him, there's a rumor (that nobody takes seriously) that he's the reincarnation of the Psiioniic ! (every time Psii hears this rumors he laughs so hard he cries. It's just so... So funny) he uses his skills for hacking more or less everything, subtly attacking the Condesce (nothing major he knows he can't win), fucking with highbloods (and if he specifically targets those cerulean that act like pirates, those indigo with bows, those violets orphaners, that's nobody's business) and search for the others three, because despite thinking he is alone, there's still a spark of hope (honestly, if we're being realist, he probably would have found them in one or two sweeps since he's really good. But that would be too easy ! So no). The Dolorosa is not in the caverns (and is thankful for that, because after a lifetime outside, she isn't ready to go back to this claustrophobic darkness where she would search and never find a hint of candy red). She does clothes. She's very good ans even does clothes for highbloods. She's both respected and feared. There are rumors about her, rumors of white light and stains of cobalt and violet blood on her lipstick. But those are only rumors, right ? It's strange for her to be this young, but it's also good. The Disciple lives in the forest, with her lusus. She's the best huntress ! Tbh she's a bit of a cryptid. People talking about the beast in the woods. Most olive bloods knows it's her ; she's not the first olive to live in the woods after all. She tries to find the remaining signlessists (is that how it's written ?) to 1) check if what they teach is really what Signless taught, because she knows how cults can be and 2) if they still have the right idea, maybe join them. Maybe not. She's not exactly a signlessist, after all.

Let's say it's a no game AU because I don't want them to die. Also, to be clear, I ship Psii/Signless/Disciple as in Psii/Signless + Disciple/Signless. I don't really ship Psii/Disciple, I see them as... Very good chaotic friends with blackflirting, could be pale or black or red but have this sort of "ewww" reaction about dating each other so no.

When they're seven sweeps, their lusus brings home a wiggler that looks exactly like them (everyone reacts differently : Disciple squeals because Nepeta is so cute ! Psiioniic look at Sollux like... What ? Is ? This ? Another Captor disaster ? In this house ? We're doomed. Dolorosa is surprised but well. She already raised a child, and this time her lusus will help. Signless is shocked. Really. He stays silent for hours and maybe cries a little. After a while they all figure out that they're their descendants - that leads to a "wait but if this is my descendant... Am I biologically my own descendant ??" confusion but eh). They're all very fucking surprised but well.

Nepeta grows up with her big Sister Meulin and their shared lusus. She never really understood that having a big sister was weird until she met Equius. After all, three of her friends also had siblings ! She loves her big sister ; Meulin is clever and nice and pretty and strong and she wants to be like her when she grows up ! But sometimes her big sister looks at the red blood of the beasts they kill with sad eyes, sometimes she draws a symbol Nepeta doesn't knows, she never kills bees, she has a lot of respect for the jades, and she hates being alone. Her sister hates loneliness more than anything. Sometimes, even with sopor her sister wakes up crying about people she doesn't knows. But her sister is the best of all. And when she tells Nepeta stories of love and equality, Nepeta listens, and understands.

Sollux grows up with his annoying big brother Mituna. They have this sibling rivalry (some trolls think it's blackflirting - ewww). His brother is the best hacker of Alternia and Sollux thinks he's very cool (even if he will never admit it). Sometimes his brother shakes his hands and legs for hours mumbling strange things (still moving still moving still alive not trapped not a helsman she's not here I'm not here) and touches the back of his neck, as if he expected something to be here. Some days his brother flinches just seeing pink. He spends days searching people online - Sollux thinks it's kinda stupid ; nobody has blood that red. His brother wears a necklace with a symbol that isn't his. He has three sharpies with three colors - Sollux expected yellow and blue and red but those are bright red and olive and jade. Sometimes he draws on his hands with those sharpies - always the same symbols. Sometimes he wakes up screaming and he talks in his sleep - about ships, about pink, about blue arrows and bright red blood and someone that was everything. Sollux doesn't really understands. His brother is sad half of the time, but it's okay, because Sollux isn't better. But he wouldn't have it any other way (he sure would like to do without the voices and the bipolarity and his brother's depression but we can't have everything)

Kanaya thinks her big sister Porrim is very wise. Maybe a bit too much for her age. Sometimes her sister seems very old. Porrim is beautiful ; the prettiest troll Kanaya has ever seen really, but there's a old sadness deep in her bones that's always here. Her big sister always hated the ocean. Most trolls feared it (because of the seadwellers) but her big sister hated it. She had an odd look on her face every time she saw a spider and never wore anything with blue or violet or pink. Her sister had a sad smile when she helped her to do her red skirt. Her sister is wonderful. Almost more like a mother to Kanaya than their actual mother. When Kanaya was little, she told Porrim so. Porrim laughed very hard and maybe cried a little, and Kanaya doesn't remember her answer (I have only one child, little sister, and it isn't you).

Karkat thinks his big brother Kankri was someone else, before he was his big brother. He sees many things on him that shouldn't be here. He sees his big brother rubbing his wrists sometimes, and flinches every time Karkat grabs them (Karkat does it because of that ; he wants his brother to know that he doesn't have to be afraid). His brother can't cook meat, because the scent of burned meat makes him gag and cry and rub his wrists harder. His brother never does anything to the little beehive on their house - he says he likes bees. His brother loves meowbeasts, like Karkat's olive friend. His brother believes in rainbow drinkers - it's strange. Rainbow drinkers doesn't exist after all ! When he was very little, Karkat thought that Kankri was a coward - he never fought anyone and was always talking about peace and equality and love ! Lame. But then when he was four sweeps he told his brother that he wanted to be a threshecutioner and Kankri suddenly looked very afraid. He explained him things ; about their blood, about the empress, about the culling, about equality. After that, Karkat decided that Kankri was cool in a very strange manner, and that peace and equality andd love wasn't that bad after all. Karkat thinks that his brother is one of those heroes we never talk about, and nobody remembers them because they did heroics things without hurting anyone or killing monsters. He thinks that being like his big brother would be nice. He knows he has anger problems, he tries to deal with it (it helps that he isn't the only one, with Sollux being bipolar and Nepeta being autistic). His brother helps him with his quadrant confusion, when he says he has a pale crush on Kanaya but he also has a crush on Nepeta and Sollux but it's like on all quadrants ! (yup I ship them all) his brothers laughs and tells him about his own history with his lovers and how they were everything to him without really being in a quadrant. It... Slightly help (Karkat still thinks his crushes are unrequited. Fool).

Those four little trolls grows up with their lusus and someone else, and it changes little things. Nepeta begins to write books of romance and adventure and she tells stories to those who wants to hear them. Sollux knows he can count on his friends and his brother ; he doesn't have to bear everything alone. Kanaya knows that if she doesn't wants to go to the caverns, her big sister will help her. She doesn't have to be an adult before really being one. Karkat is a pacifist and thinks his shouting skills are actually very useful to scold people (he isn't wrong). He wants to deal with conflicts without violence or blood spilled (especially not his !!!). He's working on his anger. It's hard, but he isn't alone. He told his closest friends about his blood color : Sollux Nepeta and Kanaya (he wanted to tell Gamzee as well but Gamzee can't keep a secret).

Honestly the reunion between the ancestors would be very emotional of course. Like at this point Karkat and Kanaya would totally be moirails and Sollux, Karkat and Nepeta would be dating (after a long chat about the quadrant thing they decided to say fuck the quadrant system). So they would like meet in person and their big brothers/sisters would go with them but like... Just to make sure they're alright you know (alternia is dangerous after all :/). And HERE'S the emotional reunion I guess. I won't write it, I don't know how to. But you see.

My main idea was a Reincarnation AU, then it became "Karkat, Sollux, Nepeta and Kanaya growing up with their ancestors but not as their ancestors and noticing strange things about their siblings". Hope you like it, because I sure do !

#homestuck #homestuck au #the signless #the sufferer #the psiioniic #the disciple #the dolorosa #karkat vantas #nepeta leijon #sollux captor #kanaya maryam #reincarnation au #Pale KarKan #solkat #karnep #suffpsii #Dripping stardust

[whoreforfanfiction]

They Confess Their Feelings (Mystic Messenger Preferences)

Yoosung

- you two would have to be friends for a while before he felt ready to confess his feelings

- of course, he’s talked to Zen countless times about you already, but never took his advice on telling you how he felt

- at least once a week you were at his house 

- and at least once a month you went out for dinner (which he always insisted on paying for, even though you knew it drilled a hole in his pocket)

- basically, you two spent a majority of your time together

- your favorite was when you’d spend the entire day at his house playing a video game marathon

- you got to spend the most time with him during those

- today though, you two were just sitting on the couch, talking about the new professor that hates him 

- “He’ll come around and see how fun you are,” you commented trying to cheer his sad face up. 

- An immediate blush rose to his pale cheeks

- “You think I’m fun?” he said sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck

- “Of course, silly. Why else would I hang out with you all the time? You’re my favorite person to be around,” you admitted. 

- he knew this was his moment and he tried to remember what Zen had told him to say

- they rehearsed it a million times, but his memory was failing him horribly

- he stumbled around trying to find words to return you with but he eventually just blurted out “I like you!” 

- you were shocked into silence for a second, and he took it the wrong way

- “S-shit forget I said that,” he tried to recover but you had already heard those 3 majestic words

- “No no I like you too! You shocked me there for a second,” you giggled and you pulled him into a shy kiss on the cheek

Zen

- really not shy about his feelings at all

- super self-confident, which is one of the things you liked most about him

- you were friends for a few months and after sharing conversations with you, he knew you were the one

- confided in Yoosung about his feelings since those two are like brothers

- Yoosung knew you liked Zen back

- he said it was a “vibe” he had picked up during your encounters 

- and because you always asked for more selfies in the messenger

- and today, Zen decided he was going to change your friendship and make it something deeper and more meaningful

- you were scheduled to come over to marathon a TV show you both enjoyed

- Zen made sure the scene was set

- he had popcorn, your favorite drink, cozy blankets, tissues for when you cried about characters dying

- really tried to play out every single situation in his head and plan around it 

- when you came over, he made sure you were more than comfortable

- after you two finished your marathon session, you were both somewhat drowsy

- and drowsy conversations lead to deep talk times

- “I like being here with you,” you commented, “I feel safe here.” You cozied up more inside the blanket.

- this boy has never felt more complimented in his life

- “Yeah? Well, I like you!” he said with a slight chuckle that confused you

- “Like? Or like like?” you tried to clarify but ended up sounding like you were gossiping on the elementary playground

- he looked at you, dead in the eyes, “Like like, of course.” 

- “Hehe, I like like you too,” you said as he pulled you closer to his warm body

Jaehee

- very analytical and logical

- she had a theory that you liked her, based on your conversations, but was too scared to actually test it out

- she also knew she felt very strongly towards you 

- more than a friend

- she found herself checking her phone constantly to see if you texted her back

- often got in the way of her work and Jumin started to take her phone for some periods of time

- was in the chatroom CONSTANTLY just hoping you’d show up

- took her breaks when you did enter the chatroom

- you two called at least twice a week after she got off work so she could rant about how bad her day was

- today, you decided to surprise her with chocolates to ease her stress

- you hid behind her desk and jumped out when she came to sit down which did give her a mini heart attack 

- “SURPRISE!” you said as you whipped the chocolates out from behind your back

- her face was firetruck flaming red

- stuttered over her words a lot

- “I like you a lot Jaehee, homo intended, and I wanted to make sure you had a good day today,” you confessed hoping she reciprocated you feelings

- she pressed down her skirt and composed herself

- “I like you too, and I promise next time I will return your kindness,” she stated lovingly while grabbing the chocolates out of your hand

Jumin

- didn’t know what his feelings were for the longest time

- finally, he decided to talk to Zen about them since he is the king of feelings

- “You stupid heir!! You like her! Tsk it’s so sad you can’t even tell that” Zen scolded

- like? that was a new emotion and this one he enjoyed very much

- whenever he was around you, he got these feelings in his stomach and felt a burst of energy

- he was never sad or upset when he was in close proximity with you

- very inexperienced with relationships and didn’t know the best way to show you how much he cared about you 

- Zen also warned him not to throw his money at you because you might get scared off

- he was going to think of an old-fashioned nice way to show you he liked you, without using his money

-  watched lots of love movies to study up because he wanted this to be meaningful

- the common theme he deduced from all the movies was flowers and he happened to know a phenomenal florist

- was going to call, but remembered that he shouldn’t use his money

- walked around nature for a good 4 hours picking out all the flowers he thought you’d like

- tied them together with string to make a bouquet

- but how to deliver them? shipping them to your house would be easiest since you lived on the other side of the city, but he knew that wouldn’t be personal

- he also didn’t wanna arrive at your door in his limo or one of his expensive cars 

- he didn’t want it to come off as him flexing his wealth in an attempt to woo you

- so what did he do? he walked

- this rich boy walked 7 miles to your house

- which was fine until it started to rain

- you heard a gentle knocking at your door and rushed to let him in

- “You’re soaking,” you commented in concern as you ran to the bathroom to get him a towel 

- “I like you,” he got to the point and handed you the dripping bouquet

- you innerly squealed with happiness

- “I like you too!!” you said as you jumped and hugged him around the neck

- you tried to pull away after a second, but he held you there for a moment longer

- “I’m glad you like it,” he said exhausted then sat down on the couch

- drifted off to sleep not much longer aww poor baby

Saeyoung

- you two talked ALL THE MOTHER FUCKING TIME - hung out rarely because his house was a mess and didn’t want to expose you to Mary Vanderwood 

- but there wasn’t a moment where you weren’t texting or facetiming

- which pissed Vanderwood off 

- you face timed which he worked

- you two didn’t talk much during those times, but you appreciated having the company

- at night before bed though was when you two really talked

- he asked about your day and let you talk first

- you could tell he actively listened and truly cared about even the most mundane things that happened that day

- “When you went, did you get the barista you liked?” he asked knowing he hacked into their system to change that person’s hours to when he knew you’d be visiting

- “Yea! I’ve been having him more often now! I’m very happy and my tastebuds are happy too!” You were completely oblivious to his meddling and he thought it was adorable

- one night on facetime, you picked up an hour later then usual and he was upset

- “What’s wrong?” you asked after noticing he had been short with you

- “God dammit M/C I like you and this is the best part of my night! I hate when it’s delayed for one second, let alone an hour,” he complained not knowing he had just admitted his feelings towards you

- “Y-you like me?” you questioned back. you knew you heard him correctly, you just wanted to hear it again.

- “Damn it,” he swore just now noticing his slip up

- you were giggling over the phone

- “What?” he crankily asked, hating the situation thinking you didn’t return the feelings

- “I like you too my defender of justice,” you said while flashing him the biggest smile

- his heart got all warm and happy and all he did was sit and smile in silence for a while

IF YOU WANT ME TO ADD V AND SAERAN MESSAGE ME AND I’LL DO IT TOMORROW BUT IM TIRED RN

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[sillylittlelouie]

Children Think

Frankenstein sighed contentedly as he sat across from his master. He sipped his tea, just enjoying the sounds of the birds chirping outside, and the quiet, calming sounds of breathing. All was so tranquil within that moment, that he almost didn't want to say it. But he did. He voiced his contentment, and enjoyed his master's voiceless response.

And then the door opened.

Frankenstein sighed. So much for quiet. He was beginning to miss the days when he was the sole roommate of his master.

Well, time to go back to being the oblivious human host to a pair of undersocialised nobles and a parent to a young, modified human. All of whom were late, despite them having left M-21's school about an hour and a half ago. Had it been Shinwoo, he would have expected it. From the Nobles however, not so much.

He set his cup on it saucer firmly, glancing up as Regis stormed into the room. Seira followed, but no M-21 came.

Frankenstein swallowed nervously, and forced his lips into a smile. Inside, he was screaming. Where was M-21? Why wasn't he with Regis and Seira? Was he hiding? Was he hiding from the Nobles? The child was so fearful of them that that could have been a possibility.

Just as likely was the possibility that M-21 was hanging back, trying to gauge Frankenstein's reaction.

He sighed in relief. M-21 was most likely biding his time. Otherwise the child would have come running, the minute he was through the front door.

With that in mind, his smile felt more natural as he focused on Regis when he came storming in.

"Judging from your footsteps, you had an unpleasant encounter?" Frankenstein asked, chuckling slightly. Gejutel, the old coot, would have a cow if he knew that his grandson was getting flustered from an argument with a child. Or, knowing the old man, he'd get flustered because of the knowledge of the argument too.

Either outcome was amusing to the scientist. Especially when he could see every bit of Gejutel in his grandson. It made him want to bully the boy, just a little bit. He was certain that his master wouldn't deny  him that little bit of guilty pleasure.

"You must be very upset to be reacting like this," he continued with a chuckle. His master sighed, contentment passing through their bond.

"That's right," Seira agreed, ignoring Regis when he spluttered. She placed a hand under her chin, seemingly mulling over her next words.

Amusement thrummed through the bond this time, and Frankenstein wasn't certain whether it belonged to him or his master. Frankly, it didn't bother him that he couldn't separate them."He seems...sulky," the girl continued, unfazed by her charge's flustered denials.

Chuckling, Frankenstein raised his cup and took a sip of his tea. The boy could deny Seira's words as much as he liked, but it didn't change the fact that the girl was right, and he knew it."Why would you think that I'm upset because of him?"

He froze. No one had called any names, but there was only one 'him' that Regis could be referring to. And that 'him' was currently absent. It did not sit well with Frankenstein.

"Him?" he asked, hoping that it the young Noble had simply had another argument with the modified child.

Regis folded his arms and attempted to school his features into an expression that he must have seen on Gejutel. "Yeah, the brat that was staying here." He closed his eyes and attempted to copy another of what looked like one of his grandfather's facial expressions. "Don't get me wrong; I'm not acting like this because he lied to me."

Frankenstein swallowed nervously. Regis could have been talking about anything. About anyone. But, for some reason, his mind immediately thought the worst. His mind immediately thought that Regis had been referring to M-21. He could feel the weight of his master's anxious anticipation, and it was suffocating. Not as suffocating as his own anticipation, however. Sweat made his palms slippery as he hesitantly asked, "What do you mean he lied to you?"

"I caught him talking with his colleagues," Regis grumbled, unaware of the turmoil that his words were causing. It made Frankenstein want to hold the boy by his neck and shake him until he spat out all the information inside of his head. "He said that he was only staying here because of his mission."

"Mission?"

The boy's last word was echoed, but Frankenstein wasn't sure if it was he or his master saying it. He'd stopped actively paying attention when Regis mentioned M-21's 'colleagues'. M-21's friends from the union were all dead, based on what he had heard from the child, over the past few weeks. So there was no way, despite whatever the child believed, that the two Nobles could have happened upon the boy in the middle of a conversation with them.

Unless there was an ouija board involved. And if there was an ouija board involved, Frankenstein would be having words with his little one. He couldn't just go about ignoring etiquette and summoning spirits willy-nilly now, could he? He had already mentally had at least five conversations with M-21 when Regis' next words struck him dumb.

"Don't ask me where he is though, seeing as he left with his colleagues."

Frankenstein felt his eyes narrowing as his temper rose. Across the table from him, Raizel set his teacup down firmly and closed his eyes, concern flooding their bond.

"We need to hear some information from you," Kranz said, not even looking at M-21.

But M-21 was confused. He didn't know what Kranz could want to hear from him. He was a 'low rank' ex-per-i-ment; he didn't know anything! He swallowed, and looked down at his feet.

"I don't get it," he mumbled, hoping that Kranz didn't get angry with him. "Nobody tells me anything, because I'm a failed ex-per-i-ment. You guys should know more than I do."

For a while, Kranz didn't say anything. Didn't even look up at M-21. But then he sighed and looked up at M-21 as he glared at him.

"One of the labs was shut down," Kranz growled, pushing off of the wall and walking towards M-21. He walked over to him and crouched low, so that their faces were close together. He could smell his breath when he added, "I want to know what you know about it."

M-21 whimpered, and looked away from the DA-5 leader. Why would Kranz ask him about that? Did they think that they were in-volled in it? Well, he wasn't, and he wasn't involled in the Union anymore either! But he had a feeling that if he said that, then Kranz would kill him. So he tried to look brave as he looked at Kranz's shoes. "I was on a mission close to them, so I heard about it." The older modified human huffed as he moved, and M-21 took the opportunity to glance up at the others in the room.

There was a skinny man sitting on a table, tapping at a laptop. His hair looked funny, like somebody had put a bowl on top of his head to cut it. His hands were moving fast, like he really knew what he was doing. And since his hands were moving even faster than Ik-han's hands did, M-21 ass-umed that he did. Which pro-bab-ly meant that he was Tao.

M-21 always thought that the DA-5's hack-er would be taller.

A man with long hair shifted but, before M-21 could look at him any more, Kranz moved again.

"We read the report. What we want to know is what Crombel was doing here." He was glaring again, and M-21 was getting tired of it.

"How should know?" he asked, rudely. He folded his arms and returned the glare. "Why don't you go ask him?"

Almost as soon as he said it, M-21 wanted to take it back. Because Kranz's face got all dark and scary.  Trembling, he watched with wide eyes as the older man stood up and walked away.

"Shark," he called, snapping his fingers as he walked over to the wall. He stood next to the tall man and waited.

Before M-21 could wonder why Kranz wanted Shark, his head  hit a wall really  hard. Everything went black for a little bit. When he opened his eyes again, Shark was right there in front his face, grinning. Or, maybe his face was just stuck like that. M-24 used to say that if he made too many faces, his face would freeze, and he'd have to keep a funny face forever. Maybe that had happened to Shark, and now his face was stuck like that.

Served him right, if that was what had happened.

Sitting up, M-21 glared at Shark as he wiped his face.

"This is why I don't like children," Kranz mumbled, making M-21 look at him.  His hands were inside his pockets now, and he didn't even look upset that Shark had hit him. "They ask too many stupid questions. And since I don't have the time to answer all of your stupid questions, only my questions will be answered. Got it?"

M-21 kept glaring. "You guys are mean." He didn't get to say the rest of what he was thinking. Before he could see it, Shark had kicked him into the other wall.

"Kids these days don't know who they're dealing with..." Shark snickered, grinning like a crazy person. He'd better still be smiling when M-21 got him back.

"What did Crombel do here?"

"How am I s'pposed to know that?" M-21 grumbled, sitting up. Then he was back on the ground again, coughing up blood.

"That is highly likely," Kranz was saying when he sat up again. "But we know that the doctor sent you on a personal mission. It's all in the top secret report that he filed. What I want to know is what Doctor Crombel wanted you to do for him." He stopped talking and looked at M-21. "I understand that this is a lot for someone of your stature to take in, so we'll give you some time to think about it." Then he turned and walked out the door.

Shark turned to follow him too, but stopped and looked back at him. "You can resist," he giggled, then followed Kranz out of the room.

Frankenstein would have gotten mad, if he'd seen it, but Frankenstein wasn't here. So M-21 spat in his direction as he left. Frowning, he wiped the blood from his lips and sat up.Why would Doctor Crombel lie for him? And why was the DA-5 in-vest-ti-gating him?

M-21 was confused. He looked down as he made two fists and put them on either side of his head. Doctor Crombel wouldn't lie to protect him. So he had to be planning something. And 24 always said that a planning scientist was bad.

Something touched his head, and he jumped.

The long haired man was stooping in front of him, holding a water bottle. When he noticed that M-21 was looking at him, he gave him a small smile.

"You should drink," he said, putting the bottle down. Then he turned and walked back to his wall.

M-21 looked down at the bottle. What was that about now?       ​

#Noblesse #Children talk #frankenstein #cadis etrama di raizel #m-21 #tao #takeo #regis k. landegre #seira j. loyard

[theonlylal]

Sunset Talk - Spideychelle One Shot

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They were on the roof of some fucking building in Manhattan and she was sweating because if she told him was in her mind there were only two options: it could all backfire and destroy everything that they had difficulty build in the past year or it could go smoothly and he simply accepts her for who she is. The second one seems a little bit odd, even knowing Peter as much as she does.

After pining after one another for at least some months, she finally asked him out in the weirdest way possible and he had the audacity to laugh in her face before accepting the invite and tell her that he had had the intention to ask her out for quite a while but didn’t have the courage to do it. Their first date was a completely disaster because she left the planning to the Bug-Boy as a revenge of not mastering the courage to do something so simple as asking her out. Their Friday failed miserably because Peter tried to overdo it with things that she liked and not with things that they liked to do together and it backfired directly in his face when she spent half an hour facing a wall of a museum instead of speaking with him. Or maybe it was his plan all along: taking her on the only night of the month when the MOMA was open overtime as a special event for a new painting and letting her be herself in her habitat, without the risk of embarrassing himself with some lame tentative of keeping up the conversation over some fancy dinner in some stupid fancy restaurant.

Maybe that was the key to their relationship: having few things that they liked to do together and a lot of stuff that they liked to do individually, but they both know that seeing the other in their natural element was one of the most beautiful things on the world. Michelle could watch – listen to him rambling about some nerdy stuff seemed a little too much - Peter work some random robot or trying to hack his Spider-Man suit without Tony finding out for hours. She supposes that he could do the same thing when she is in some Art Museum or drawing or reading or writing or doing some nerdy stuff of her type.

She wasn’t the kind of person that talks freely about her feelings, but she is always up for speaking about her idea about some stupid law passed by the Parliament or about how much unfair life was for some people. He was the kind of person whose face speaks for them and his feelings were always shown even when he wanted to hide them; this was the way he used to trap her into speaking about their feelings and it was always on the top of one random building in New York City. The first times it was in Queens, near their house, but as their relationship grow stronger he started to take on his favourite spot around the city and it always had some breathtaking view of their native city. That day it was a building in Manhattan, it had some big banner of the company that worked on the first 30th floors, while the rest was used as apartments, it faced Central Park that was incredibly pink in that period of the year thanks to the blossoming of some plant.

It was the first time that she asked him to go on some building to talk, it usually was to paint the view of just hang with each other in some private space. He was nervously looking at her side ways as if checking if she was really there and then back to his hands just in time to think that he was not be seen by her. “I know that it looks strange that I asked you to talk but I have some important stuff to tell you and I’ve been obsessing over it for at least for a month and I can’t take it anymore” she started and it just freaked him out even more.

“Please don’t dump me. I know that I can be a better boyfriend, I swear that I’ll reduce my time on patrol, if that’s what is bothering you” he started to ramble, putting on himself some guilt that he didn’t have as usual. “Peter, fucking calm down. I’m not going to dump you, I’m afraid that you will do it after what I’m going to tell you” she replied, her voice going quieter as she continued with her sentence.

“But you always tell me that you will dump me on the top on some fucking building if I miss one of our dates for Spider-Man and I arrived late of an hour the last month” he tried to explain his flow of thought and she smiled slightly to herself for how cute he was, not that she was gonna tell him, not even after a year of relationship.”I would have dumped your ass back then if I was angry about it, I’m not crazy enough for keeping it up for a month with your science bullshit if I don’t want to be with you”, he quickly turned to her and tried to force a smile on his face but failed miserably. “But you said that you loved my science ass” he muttered and she was obligated to reply with a “Because your science ass has won us the National Championship, you nerd”.

She said those words with such an affectionate voice that when he looked at her he finally put up a smile that reached his eyes, she rolled her eyes because she loved that boy enough to care about his opinion on her, something that she usually didn’t worry about. “Don’t let it go to your mind, loser” she snarked, trying to rebuild her mask of girl-without-a-heart; she failed when he put his head on her shoulder and kissed softly her neck because she sighed softly at the contact. “Now that I’m a little less worried that you’re not gonna break up with me, do you want to tell me why we are illegally on the roof of some Company that you would probably like to sue for some serious reason?” he kind of formulated the question with a phrase enough long to fool her into replying only to the last part: “This one is pretty good, at least they pay the same their employee regardless of their gender or the colour of their skin”.

She started listing the things that said company did right and wondered if writing them a letter about a better way to treat their waste would be a little disrespectful or totally over the line; he let her talk and replied only when she asked for his opinion, he had one other thing to do: memorize how her frame looked against the reddish light that the sunset was starting to set on the atmosphere. “Peter, you smart ass, you tried to distract me from what I had to say”, she snapped him out of his trance and he grinned before telling her that it was a way like any other to postpone her dumping. The wink he threw her turned the situation from kinda sad to completely fun and they started laughing and mocking each other.

When she had recomposed herself, Michelle tried again to initiate the conversation, but he interrupted her again with a kiss that led to some serious making out. She tried to stop it two times, but he had some pretty convincing ways to keep her when he wanted: on his lap with their lips linked together; it took her all of her will to put some space between her boyfriend and herself and start the topic that she wanted to talk about. “I want to talk about a serious matter and you have to stop distract me with your fucking soft lips” she deadpanned him and he slightly raised his shoulders to apologize for something that he wasn’t sorry for.

“Okay, I will be a good boy and I won’t try to distract you anymore. But you have to say it pretty quickly, because it’s getting pretty late and the sunlight will end in about ten minutes” he informed her. She did a quick thinking about everything that they had done and passed together, telling him was worth losing all of that? Yes, it was because it was who she was and she wanted him to know. “This won’t change the feeling I have for you, because I started to suspect about it before we got together and I have come to the conclusion only around Christmas. I had to process it myself, before being ready to tell someone else and you are the first and the only one whose opinion matters to me”.

“MJ, what are you talking about?” he asked confused, because he had seen her weird during the winter break, but he hadn’t asked her about it because he know that she would talk only on her terms and that she hated when someone tried to force her to speak. “I’m bi” were her simple words and Peter raised an eyebrow and replied with a “So what? I’ve known it since your comment on Rey when me and Ned forced you to watch Star Wars with us”.

She couldn’t believe it, he had knew even before she knew herself. He found out with a dumb comment that she did on Daisy Ridley and she didn’t even thought about it when she said it because it was kinda innocent and completely not related to her bisexuality. “Wait, so you are completely fine with it and it doesn’t trouble you a little” she stated, but it sounded a lot like a question and he replied: “I simply thought that you assumed that it was oblivious and that I had to know it myself. I just feel lucky because you choose me between all the people in the world and we both know it’s literally all”.

She smiled softly at him and peaked him on the lips before he parted himself from her and added: “And wouldn’t it be hypocrite to be angry with you if I’m in the same position?”. It was her time for raise both eyebrows and he raised his shoulder apologetic again and she started laughing at the situation: she had worried for at least four months without reason.

The following day Spider-Man was spotted wearing a bi pride flag as a cape and she smiled at her phone while watching the photos on Twitter; she reposted one of them with the official profile that she, Ned and Peter were administrating together and added “Spider-Man doesn’t wear capes, unless it’s for a good reason :)”, then the exited the App and turned back to her new book.

author’s note: feel free to live a heart or to contact me in the DMs

#spideychelle #peter parker #peter x mj #mj x peter #peter x michelle #Michelle x Peter #spiderman #Spider-Man: Homecoming #Spider Man: Homecoming

[just-call-me-johnny-archive]

Johnny found himself at an all too familiar cliff; that was where he'd spent one too many nights peering over the edge. Years prior he had wondered if what awaited him after the plunge was better than he'd dreamt about that one night. He had learned since then that it wasn't a dream, and he supposed that's what kept him from taking his life as often back then. What was the point when he'd return?

After a few moments of staring out his windshield, Nny exited the car and ballooned an ice umbrella from his fingertips. The magic in his powers had worn off. Much like the magic in being immortal had worn off as well. Not the literal, supernatural magic that made these things possible. He was referring to the feeling of childlike wonder at being able to live forever and sprout snowflake from his hands.

He didn't have anyone in particular who was out to kill him. His only threat was the one he posed to himself. Even then, there wasn't any drive to harm himself- when he had urges he had to remember the people he'd leave behind if he went through with it.

Just three days were hell for survivors.

Really, his life was perfect now. He had family and friends. He had a job and a house that felt like home. He had someone who finally, truly loved him- who would never hurt him or leave him.

So why did he feel so empty?

He continued walking towards the edge of the cliff, untouched by the rain falling from the sky.

Was it because none of the money he made was actually hard-earned? He hacked for a living. This was... stolen. It was basically like using monopoly money to purchase everything and it- it felt fraudulent.

He felt fraudulent. He was a complete fraud.

What did he have? Who was he?

His husband was an artist- one of the best if not the best. He could create things and put them right onto the paper or tablet. His stories were comprehensive and could take someone away from reality. He was a fucking demigod- he had fire powers- he was beautiful. He was a creator- a god- in every sense of the word.

His brother was on his way to becoming a rock star. He got himself a record deal and was probably hard at work on his first album right this moment. He had a great singing voice that Nny could easily listen to for hours and never grow tired of. He had a future full of prosperity and excitement. He'd go on tours with his family and play to crowds of varying sizes.

His sister was a queen- an actual queen- royalty. She was a mother to many. When she wasn't showering everyone else around her with love and affection, she was kicking ass and being a leader of an entire planet. She had ice powers that were graceful and beautiful. Her motions were fluid; she was made to have the gift of ice and snow within her. On top of all that, she was a fucking doctor- and an incredible one at that. He couldn't imagine how many people she had helped in all her years of medical practice.

His son was the chancellor to a galactic alliance. He spent his days hard at work with relations, research, and recovery. He was the reason that so much good had come about since being put in a place of power. He was attempting to correct years of shitty leadership due to his false father.

His niece was the admiral of that same alliance. She was a natural engineer and skilled with a multitude of things. Much like her uncle, she was a jack of trades and could do about anything. Her combat skills were impressive. She was fiercely independent and capable of defending herself and her mates whenever they needed her. She was headstrong and in all ways a Phoenix.

He could go on about any number of his acquaintances and family.  

He was surrounded by greatness.

Yet, he was nothing.

He could feel the tickle in the back of his throat. The familiar near-sting in his nose. Nny had exhausted his tears. He was tired of crying all the time- of feeling sorry for himself- of being pathetic.

He glared into the ground until he felt the ice forming under him evaporate. He hadn't even realized his umbrella had already faded away and the rain was pelting his head.

"Lost in my head and I can't leave."

He continued his steady trek over to the edge of the cliff and stared down at the city below. "Watching the rain falling away, away from me."

He wrapped his coat closer to his body slowly and solemnly started to approach the guardrail. "Days grow cold as I grow old. Watching my life through a window."

The man climbed over the protective barrier and sat down on the cold, wet metal. "So I sit, watching the rain. And I can't leave."

Nny lifted a hand to weakly make a flurry shoot from his fingertips, but there wasn't any feeling in it and the black dust faded with the rain. "I want to feel something."

"I want to feel air that I can breathe." Nny looked skyward as he created two more, slightly more powerful gusts of black snow and ice.

He threw his hands down frustrated at being unable to think of something that was his. Something that didn't already exist- something unique. Not stupid wind wisps. "I'm tired of being nothing."

"I'm tired because I don't want to be make believe." He frowned, thinking over his own incompetence. His own failures and shortcomings. His absolute worthlessness.

Did people look up to him? What was it they saw his as? Brave? And strong? He wasn't any of those things. What on Earth did anyone see in him?

He arose from his perch on the guardrail and steps back over it to safety. His thoughts were too blurry at the moment to trust himself on a literal ledge.

"It happened again; I freed myself from words never said."

Those words being that he was special. Or valuable. Or needed. Even if those very things were true and shown to him through other means. He was too deep in his own head at the moment.

"This road with no end and there's no help, ooh."

He stared out at the road behind his car- the one back to people who could easily make him realize his worth and show him how loved he was.

But really love was something different from true worth. He could be told he was adored and loved and cherished, but why?

God, those words echoed through his head since he was subjected to them. The condescending tone. The obvious entitlement in his voice. The confidence in knowing he was right and no one could tell him otherwise.

People are tools, Johnny...

We all use each other in one way or another. Comfort, sex, money, affluence... I just don't see the need to disguise it in words of "love."

He clapped his hands over his ears as if that would have stopped the noises and the thoughts and the chaos inside.

"Lost and lonely...Strangers know me better than I know myself." He caught a glimpse of himself in a puddle. He resented the person looking back at him. So anxious and cowardice. All talk and no action. A hypocrite.

"So I sit, watching the rain and here I'll stay."

"I want to feel something!"

He stomped into the puddle and a patchwork of blue-black ice spread out from under his boot. However, it was frail and shattered. He glared again.

Johnny whipped himself around and continued screaming out. More ice spread out and around him, jagged, uneven red ice sprouting in angry pieces.

"I want to feel air that I can breathe!"

He glared at the pathetic ice spikes, making more form because his emotions were so conflicted and confusing. The entire thing cracked and fell apart underneath him.

He breathed out realizing that he needed to calm just a little bit if he wanted to do this one DAMN THING RIGHT.

But of course, it didn't work.

"I'm tired of being nothing!"

With this, the ice gave a little more and from the spikes form something solid and recognizable and from that, something steadily arose from the broken ice.

"I'm tired because I don't want to be make believe!!!"

Nny lifted his hand skyward- he made this new structure as high as he could handle. Around him the ice formed a solid ground, a patterned base is enough to make him feel just a tiny bit of satisfaction. But it wasn't enough. The thing falls again.

He continued to dance around, his hands worked hard to create something out of all his nothing. If he was his husband or his sister or hell even his daughter, then he would have done a better job creativity wise. He didn't have a single artistic cell in his body. That had been stolen from him.

"All we are is guilty hearts in a sea of memories," he paced and rubbed his shoulders in a mockery of self-comforting.

"Time goes by and people cry, but I don't feel anything."

He was powerless in everything. He wanted to be helpful. To somehow use his powers- his immortality for good. To contribute rather than stay at the sidelines- oblivious to the plight that so many others were subjected to. In a way, he felt almost responsible for any catastrophe. He always felt there was something he could have done different- to help. But no, he was a waste.

He repeated this again and grew more angry and emotional- contrary to his words. Slowly around him, the base started to rise with new structures that were waiting to be built up.

Nny ran to them with his palms up, fingers clenched as if he was physically lifting the ice up and molding it.

"I want to feel something!!!"

He jumped around, shooting magic here and there as he started to make something that seemed meaningful. Not just an imitation of a rose or some other functional device.

He spun in a slow circle as a covering of glass spread around him. Walls of decorative ice melded together as he smiled hopefully.

Maybe he finally had a breakthrough.

"I want to feel air that I can breathe!!!"

The things around him continued to grow and mount. How exciting! His own creations! His own little place! His work!

"I'm tired of being nothing!!!"

He jumped onto a growing tree-like structure holding onto a branch with one fist, blinded by the influx of power and confidence. The entire thing glowed brightly with purple- his happy color.

"I'm tired cause I don't wanna be-"

He lept off the branch as it grew and onto the bottom of a slope that was steadily being created from under him.

His smile was fit to burst as he raised his arms to shoulder level, his heart practically singing from the feeling of making and doing and being!

"I wanna feel something!!"

He saw a blue moon slowly come to light ahead and he was so amazed! He made that?!

He laughed and continued his climb upwards, practically running with joy.

"I wanna feel air that I can breathe!!!"

And for those moments he does! He felt his own air graze his cheeks as he continued to ascend to the highest peaks. He forgot this feeling ever existed. Of seeing something you worked so hard finally being revealed.

"I'm tired of being nothing!!!!"

And he was finally done with it! He wasn't 'nothing' anymore! His existence wasn't a stray mark on a masterpiece! He was the author of his own story! He was in control! His arm physically reaches out in front of him- a gust of ice and snow blowing in front of him.

"I'm tired cause I don't wanna be-"

His stomach dropped when he realized he had reached the top and- it was just a roof. It was... a roof like any of the other houses down there. Nothing spectacular. And his outstretched hand touched nothing but glass. What?

He looked around. Down at the three different sized trees. A snowman sat somewhere between that and the... house. All of the snow was settled at the bottom. Above and around him was nothing but glass.

A snowglobe. He made a fucking snowglobe.

"... Make believe."

His smile dropped steadily and his hand curled into his chest as he wrapped his coat tighter around him and dropped onto the roof, looking up at the moon with a pained expression.

He would have cried, but he was too exhausted. He just tucked his knees to his chest and buried his face in the sleeves of his jacket.

He tried to calm himself before he would return to the nameless city.

Where in a world of aliens, inventors, and creators he was nothing but make believe.

[an-ambivalent]

RFA + V + Saeran comforting MC when MC receives a college rejection letter

Anon asked:  Hi! If you’re not too swamped with asks, could you write a imagine will all of RFA + V and Saeran about how’d they’d comfort an S.O. When they get a college rejection letter?

Yoosung

You had applied at SKY University because not only was it one of the best Universities for you to study at, but also so you could study alongside Yoosung. The two of you were really excited for the future that was ahead of you. You had already planned how you could ditch your classes once in a while and go out on cute dates at local cafes and etc. However, all of this excitement and hope were snatched from you in one moment when you received the rejection letter.

You were absolutely heartbroken, and this rejection letter absolutely killed you. It destroyed your confidence, and it made you question your self-worth. Thoughts such as ‘why me,’ ‘am I really THAT stupid and incapable?,’ and other negative and self-destructive thoughts entered your mind. You entered an auto-pilot mode, and you allowed the negativity to overwhelm you to the point where you became completely discouraged to even put effort in your daily routine. At your state, Yoosung literally felt his heart-break. The dejection that you felt due to the rejection you received made him realize how fortunate he was to be accepted into his course in the first place.

At the start of your relationship, he had promised you that he would do his best for you. And now, this only fueled his fire to want to complete his major so he could build a good life for you and himself. However, before he could execute his passion in his studies, he needed to cheer you up.

Yoosung persuaded you to play a round of LOLOL with him. At first, you were too dejected to want to do anything. However, after some forceful tugging and scolding from Yoosung, you reluctantly agreed. And boy were you glad that you did.

The concentration that it required to pull off complex character combos, and the thrill that you got from killing and destroying everything, was exactly what you needed to release your pent up anger and frustration. As you were focused on bathing in the blood of your enemies and cursing out loud, you were oblivious to the lovesick gaze Yoosung was staring at you with.

“I win!” You exclaimed in triumph, as you slumped back in your seat, and turned towards Yoosung with a wide grin. That’s when you saw it: how in love he was with the sight of your bright face, and passionate eyes. He loved all of you, but your genuine smile was his favourite.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed your face, and pulled you in close, before kissing you.

“I love you so much,” He said sincerely, and giving you an adorable smile. That left you as a blushing mess, and the sadness from your rejection letter was long forgotten.  

   Zen

Zen was the sort of person who shared your feelings.

He felt happy when you were happy. He shared your stress because he easily became worried about you. He was angry when you were, so it was no surprise when he was just as upset as you were when you received your college rejection letter.

Zen left his studies at an young age, and he never did or wanted to pursue college (unless it might’ve been for acting purposes). Education did not hold much value for him, so although he shared your melancholy, initially, he did not understand the reason behind it. So, in order to grasp an understanding of your situation, he implemented the analogy of how he would feel if he lost a really big role that he wanted.

Just that thought itself was heartbreaking, but instantly, he realized that there was always another chance. It would not be the same, but another chance is better than none, and that’s how Zen came to a conclusion.

You were trying to continue with your depression nap that you had been having for the past two and a half hours. However, much to your distaste, your body was too well-rested physically and you were unable to fall-asleep again. So, you just laid on your stomach with your face dug in your pillow. That’s when you heard the creaking sound of the door opening, and footsteps heading towards you. You felt the familiar touch of Zen’s hand on your head, as he softly brushed his thumb on your cheek.

His touch was soothing. You shuffled under your covers so you could turn around and look at him.

“You’re awake,” Zen said, as his eyes widened slightly in surprise. You nodded grimly in response.

He gave you a pitiful smile as he continued to caress your cheek softly.

“Shouldn’t you at least get out of bed? I know you’re going through a lot but don’t let yourself fall apart this badly. At the very least, look after yourself,” Zen said softly, as he bent down and sat on the floor on his knees, so that he could be at your eye level.

“I don’t want to,” You replied simply, and frowned. Zen seemed like he expected your response, because he sighed.

He held up some papers, and before he spoke, he coughed dryly in his elbow, with red tinted cheeks.

“I know that you got rejected from your dream college,” He began, and you scowled at him.

“No shit Sherlock,” You snapped.

Zen’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, but he did not return your sass, for now. He figured that probably was not the best way to start of his point with.

“As I was saying, I did some research and I found other colleges that you can study your major at. I was actually looking at the reviews too. It turns out that some of these colleges aren’t only close by so you can save your time from travelling, but they have some excellent facilities that your dream college didn’t have. I thought that maybe, you’d like to look at them together?” He suggested, and smiled shyly.

You stared at him for a few minutes, before you smiled softly at him.

“Ah, I didn’t even think of that! Zen, you’re a genius.”

Jaehee

Jaehee was familiar with the concept of rejection. Not necessarily with not being able to not achieve her goals, but more as in not receiving a genuine love from a family like she wanted. So, she understood your devastation, but she was confused as to how she should comfort you.

For a while, she just let you be. She thought that you may have needed your own space to grieve and wanted to be left alone. However, it slowly dawned upon Jaehee that the longer she left you to grieve on your own, the more your sorrow manifested. This made her worry a lot and she tried to cheer you up by putting on her favourite Zen DVD’s and spoiling you with your favourite food. However, none of it seemed to make you better. It was beginning to drive her crazy. So, she did what she figured she should’ve done in the first place: she sat down with you and talked to you. And that’s when she realized that was what you needed; you just needed her to be by your side, and talk everything out.

So, late at night, when the sound of rain hitting against the windows and the outer walls of the apartment was comforting, over a warm cup of tea, you vented to her about everything that you felt.

Jumin

Jumin held you in a warm and loving embrace as you cried because you had received a college rejection letter. As you were crying, you were subconsciously murmuring negative things about yourself. It was common knowledge that everyone had parts of themselves that they didn’t like, and that was fine. However, the impact of the rejection seemed to have taken a huge toll on you. It was like it was the last snip that was needed to cut some sort of thread in your mind, and let everything that you hated about yourself flood your mind.

Jumin saw you as his precious angel because you were always there for him. He loved you so much, and for that reason, the more negative things you said about yourself, the more hurt he felt. He knew that it was important to release all of your emotions but he was beginning to question whether being so self-hateful would be beneficial in the process of getting over the harsh reality.

It got to the point where he couldn’t tolerate the bad words you said to yourself. As a result, for each bad thing you said about yourself, Jumin countered it with something he loved about you.

“I can’t do anything right. I’m so useless.”

“You’re a person, you have your limits. You can do a lot, and one failure doesn’t define you.”

“I should have tried harder.”

“I watched you do your best. You’re smart, and hardworking, don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I hate myself.”

“I love you more than I could ever love myself,” He whispered, and his deep voice sent shivers down your spine. His words had an instant effect on you because you froze mid-crying, and gazed up at Jumin with glossed watery eyes.

He looked really hurt, and the fact that he was giving you a soft smile to conceal his feelings caused a pool of guilt to form within you.

Jumin intertwined his fingers with yours, and gently kissed your cheek.

“You are everything, and you don’t even know it. Look at yourself through my eyes. Look at how much I love and cherish you. One letter doesn’t mean anything, it will all work out, I promise. So, please stop being so awful to yourself. ” He pleaded, before he brought your form closer to his, and hugged you tighter.

Your lip quivered, and you dug your head in the crook of his neck.

“I’ll try.”

Saeyoung

Saeyoung offered to hack into the college’s system to change the status of your enrollment. You were tempted to take the offer, but you didn’t because it wouldn’t be fair on others, who actually got accepted. The rejection did not bother you too much because you had a second preference that was nearly as good as the first. However, the reality of the rejection was still disheartening.

To distract yourself temporarily from your temporary sorrow, you were binging your favourite show. You were wrapped in a lot of blankets and you were slouched lazily on the couch. You had been in this position constantly for about two days. You only got up when you needed to use the washroom, sleep or get more junk food. You knew that avoiding your problems until they go away or distracting yourself from them were not healthy coping mechanisms. However, at this point, everything seemed pointless and you didn’t really care.

But Saeyoung did.

In some ways, you were very similar to him. Both of you tended to ignore everything and everyone so that you could isolate yourself in your misery. By this point, he felt like you were basically his twin because it felt like you had the same personality. That was both amazing yet frustrating at the same time.

“[Name],” Saeyoung called, as he tried to grab your attention. From the corner of your eyes, you saw him, but you didn’t look at him.

You were looking at the hot fictional character on the screen of your laptop, and focusing on their voice that was playing at full volume in your earphones.

The red-haired male made several attempts to get your attention, but his efforts were meaningless. Saeyoung grumbled under his breath. Then, an idea came to him, which made him smirk.

“How unfortunate. A young and sweet princess like myself is being ignored by her beloved peasant, for whom she’s willing to break all the rules for. I guess I will just go to my room to suffer in this mortal world of loneliness all by myself,”  He exclaimed dramatically.

A few minutes passed, and your show was getting to a very intense and good plot point. You were getting really invested in it since you were leaning forward and biting your bottom lip in anticipation.

Just as you were about to get to the good part, your screen started to buffer.

You blinked and before you could do anything else, a video of a car being driven down on a road through the mountains started to play.

You watched it in complete confusion, before finally, it happened.

The scary pop up.

You screeched in sudden surprise, and leaped feet away from your computer. The earphones that were connected to your laptop, suddenly whipped out from your ears, which caused you to groan in pain. Colorful vocabulary left your mouth. Then, there was the sound of Saeyoung’s laughter bouncing off the walls of the house, as he walked into the living room to see you groaning in pain.

He smiled ear-to-ear and exaggeratedly blinked innocently.

“Did you like my surprise~?” He asked in a chirpy voice.

Your eyebrow twitched.

“I know that you’re trying to make me feel better and I know I shouldn’t be snobby. But out of EVERYTHING, was that REALLY necessary?!” You asked, and narrowed your eyes at him.

Saeyoung continued to smile cheekily.

“Yes?” He said, and your expression formed into one of utter disbelief.

“You have three seconds to high tail out of here and hide yourself to save yourself from getting beaten,” You warned.

“What if I’m into being beaten--” He began, but stopped when you lunged at him.

V

Usually, you were good at comforting yourself whenever you were feeling down. In this situation, you were able to not make yourself feel like a complete failure. However, the sorrow from the rejection still lingered. It wasn’t too bad, but it was still there.

You didn’t confess or talk about your feelings. Actually, you hid it quite well. If V wasn’t an observant person who knew you the way someone knows their favourite quotes from their favourite piece of literature, then he wouldn’t have noticed your sadness.

V saw through your melancholy in your gestures, your words, and your expressions. It was visible in the way your shoulders were slightly slumped when you were cleaning the dishes, in comparison to when you normally stood up straight.

When you spoke, you zoned out and in the middle of your own sentence, you would start to stare into the distance with a faraway gaze. And everytime you smiled, it was slightly forced. There were no wrinkles around your eyes that were usually visible when you smiled genuinely, and your eyebrows would furrow.

V wanted to confront you about it, but he wasn’t sure how he would. So, rather than making a big deal out of it, V decided to comfort you with a small home-cooked romantic dinner. He texted one of your friends to take you out for a bit in the afternoon, so that he could prepare the meal and surprise you.

For the few hours you were out with your friend, you were incredibly confused as to why they would buy food to fulfill their hunger, and not let you buy anything. Needless to say, when you returned home, you were hangry.

“Jihyun, you wouldn’t believe the audacit--” You began, as you removed your coat, and hung it on the coat hanger. However, you trailed off when you saw your living room.

The lights in the room were dimmed. In the middle of the dinning table, there was a giant vase. In the vase, rose petals and a candle were floating. Around that specific giant vase, there were smaller vases, which also supported a floating candle. The candles were burning brightly in the alluring darkness of the room. Lastly, two plates of your favourite type of pasta, and two glasses of wine were placed on the table. The sight left you in awe. Your eyes drifted to Jihyun, who was standing beside the dinner table, wearing a bright pink apron, and smiling beautifully. His blue seafoam eyes were shining in pride.

“Surprise~! Do you like it?” V asked, as he pulled out a chair for you.

Your eyes lit up like fairy lights on a christmas tree. Finally, after so many days, you smiled widely and  You carelessly threw your bag on the couch, before walking towards the dinner table, with your stomach rumbling.

“I love this Jihyun, and I love you too.”

Saeran

(I had a major writer’s block for Saeran bc I can just imagine him comforting the MC with a mixture of V’s and Jumin’s scenario ;A;)

It was just a few lines imprinted on a piece of paper. They were just a few lines that shouldn’t hold so much power over you, but they did. The rejection was really devastating because you ended up locking yourself in your room. You felt like a failure because you couldn’t even get this right.

Saeran, who stood outside of your room, felt really upset because you were so upset. He felt helpless because he couldn’t do anything to better your situation, and in his eyes, you didn’t deserve this. You were so wonderful and selfless, and you deserved everything that was good. To him, someone as amazing as you shouldn’t have had to deal with so much pain.

He wanted to comfort you and let you know of all the things he loved about you, and everything that you were good at. And that was exactly what he did.

The next day, when you woke up from your slumber, you saw a few violets and a bunch of thyme tied together. Sleep was heavy in your eyelids, and your eyes felt sore and swollen due to all the crying that you had done. You blinked, before you picked up the adorable [favourite colour] card that was placed beside the flowers. You opened it, and read the handwritten message.

It read:

‘Thymes for your strength because you can handle and overcome anything. After all, you handle me. Violets for my loyalty to you, because you are amazing, and whatever you devote yourself to, you will achieve it. A piece of paper doesn’t decide your whole future.

           -Saeran.’

Your eyes widened. Your cheeks became flushed in a hue of red, and you felt warm. Finally, you got out of bed, and stepped out of your bedroom. Upon entering the hallway, you basked in the sunlight, and it felt really refreshing. That’s when you noticed that there were more flowers which were placed around your abode, and sweet messages attached to those flowers. The messages were in regards to what the flower represented, and you followed this trail of flowers and messages until you got to Saeran.

From reading all the beautiful things he had written about you, you were gleaming in joy. You walked towards Saeran, who was smiling softly at you, and held a single bunch of a certain type of purple flowers out for you.    

“Heliotrope because no matter what happens, I will  always love you.”

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Red Prince Eternal /2

A/N: Continuation of part 1

Warnings as before

Summary: They’ve done it. Tim has completely rejected them and now, there’s no crying over spilled milk. He sits patiently, watching time pass by, but fate won’t ignore him forever and a new presence will disturb them all.

Damian was standing outside in the dark. Tim knew, hard to ignore that intense staring the magically passed through walls, or maybe Tim was just that perceptive. He was tired, a whole night of hacking, as fun as it was will do that to him, but he opened his window anyway.

“What is it Damian, it’s late.”

His eyes changed, the expectant look in them shifted to one of shame with the apology left unsaid but clear in his bright green eyes. Tim would be touched if his cold heart could feel anything now, and Damian knew that. He blamed himself and his family for their neglect, their misjudgment.

“Nothing, I just cam by to make sure you weren’t up to no good,” he said muttering. Tim smiled, aww, the little demon was concerned for him, stubborn brat is stubborn even in the face of his mistakes. Protective in his own way, but he was the only one who know he made them so Tim will spare him the sharpened tongue.

“Get going or Bruce will start getting suspicious.”

“He won’t know where I am,” Damian protested.

Tim scoffed, “Only because I hid your tracks, move along.”

Damian turned to leave, just shy of the edge of the circle of light coming from the street lamp, just then stopping and looking back at Tim.

“You’ll come to the manor soon, won’t you,” he asked, suddenly all innocent and childlike even with the uniform and mask that it took Tim by surprise. He had to pause and recover for a moment.

“Maybe, maybe I will.”

It was his way of saying he won’t ever. Not even for Alfred.

The suggestion was there, but Tim didn't want to see any of them, Batman, nor Nightwing or whatever Jason. He’d been thankful that Dick and Jason had stopped coming to his house, he was beginning to tire of hearing them say empty words to him, especially Jason who tried to bypass the door.

Oh yes, they’d made it very clear they wanted nothing to do with the ‘wannabe’, they had more important work to do than to even entertain the notion of a budding hero. What? He wants to help, he can start by staying out of the way. How very nice Jason, too bad you can’t take those words back.

Sorry Tim, but you’re not cut out for this. Why? Because he wasn’t strong enough? Smart enough? Tortured enough? What Dick, what is it that makes me worthless?

Get out of the way Drake, you’re enough trouble as it is without having to look after another imbecile, I’m more suited to the role than you ever could be. Because of what? Your heritage? It’s all about that isn’t it?

The nightmares, or dreams, or reminders as Tim liked to call them, were incessant. But they did the job. His world different now, one he built for himself, he was a hero no more and he preferred it that way. Damian, the dear brat, had somehow grown attached to Tim suddenly had the bright idea to ask him personally to join them, suddenly springing the question on him. Politely, Tim refused.

There’s no reason for them to change their mind, Tim certainly won’t.

So he continued his work. Alone in the big Drake residence, wrapped in comfortable silence and coffee, secrets of all kinds are valuable when you pry them from unsuspecting people. Blackmail, deadly and everyone wants in on it. He can do that. For a price. An unsightly life but it was the reason he’d built for himself, the will to live without relying on anyone, especially not on heroes. If he wasn’t going to be a hero, then why not take advantage of the unsightly demand out there and make a bit on the side. A bit meaning a lot more than his parents could hope to make in a week.  From the vengeful victim to the highest ranking criminal bully to a mob leader, he’ll cater as long as they don’t ask questions.

One warning, pry too far into his life and he’ll pry back and spill your guts. Pay or you get nothing. Go too far and you can kiss your comfy life goodbye. Tim has eyes everywhere where his little makeshift hero persona had none. No that goody-two-shoes hacker title belonged to oracle now.

He’d chosen to be ruthless, neutral and perhaps that little boy he once was would’ve been appalled at him now but Tim didn’t care anymore. Not when Bruce, Dick and Jason viewed him as nothing but trouble and no amount of guidance or effort would convince them otherwise. They pissed all over Tim’s whole hearted work, his admiration, his love and desire to do good. It left him vulnerable and he nearly did die once. Good old Joker though, he had to thank the bastard. That was a nice wake up call, for Tim and rather late, for them as well.

Ah, Damian. He beat Tim up once when the crazy kid found him once, believed he was a bad egg before he did his homework. It hurt, almost just as much as their distrust and rejection. But having him show up now with nicer things to say was, flattering. Tim’s not sure when Damian realized he might’ve been wrong.

They can knock as many times as their hands can bear it but that stays strictly closed. It’s more important to love and protect oneself than waste that on another. He won’t throw his one life to the wolves, endanger himself for others no more. And heroes always foolishly throw themselves into fire, so Tim will have nothing to do with them. He can apologize to the poor souls caught in Gotham’s life when he burns in hell.

He met a Super, Superboy to be exact. To be frank he already knew a whole lot about the half-kryptonian. Kind of difficult not to when this hybrid was tied with two major figures, names like Lex Luthor and Superman attract a lot of attention and with Tim having ears and eyes on the net, it wasn't hard to dig out info. Connor 'Kon el' Kent was a very funny kind of guy, well as funny as it can get when whizzing poor frightened Tim a few hundred feet up in the air where he'd never been so high up before.

He didn't expect to end up being saved by the budding teen hero, then again, he didn't expect to be caught in some strange hostage situation by some amateur criminals who'd realized they hadn't thought their heist too well through. He had his drones ready to cause chaos on the idiots before Superboy came crashing in and causing said chaos. He did the job though. Not before they'd dragged Tim, because rich men's kids are always prime targets and one of the not so dumb criminals had done his homework. The whole thing came down to them getting pummeled by Superboy and his friends faster than they could say 'I have a gun'. Out of desperation and panic but mostly panic, the guy holding Tim had him thrown right off the building. Which wasn't fair really, he hadn't built drones big enough to help with falling situations. He'd shut his eyes when he felt himself fall into something solid but warm and somewhat soft and comforting.

Yup, it was Superboy himself. Of course just to show off, he zoomed off higher into the sky with Tim with a stupid grin on his face. They flew around for a while mostly for the young hero's amusement before he finally set Tim down. Tim hadn't imagined how talkative the teen was.

Too many jokes, too awkwardly charming in his own way. Stupid muscle-head, Tim thought, stupid stupid Tim for getting all flustered in his arms.

He was willing to forget it except, Kon was not.

“So, uh, that was fun,” Kon said, Tim threw him a look, trying to control his mess of hair.

“I'm glad you enjoyed that, somehow,” he said sarcastically, “I'm pretty sure this happens everyday.”

“Flying all the time gets old after a while, but you kinda made it funny, guess you've never gone flying before?”

Tim shot him a toothy smile, “No one in their sane mind has ever gone flying.”

Kon laughed. It made Tim a bit embarrassed and quite annoyed, but the hero didn't seem to mean any sort of ill, his laughter was genuinely warm and full of enjoyment.

“Man, you're funny, smart kind of funny.”

“It's called wit.”

Kon grinned back at him when his friends, Wondergirl, Impulse and the rest of their team appeared. Wondergirl called to him, rather annoyed and dying to go back to their headquarters while Superboy held them back.

“Hey, what's your name?” he suddenly asked. Tim raised an eyebrow at the question. Why would a hero ask some civilian for their name he'd never see again.

“Tim. Drake.”

“Oh cool. So that big house on the hill-”

“Mansion.”

“-Uh yeah, that's yours right, cool, mind if I stop by sometime?”

At this, Tim was very surprised and confused. His mind screaming at him, no no no, definitely not while some other part of him said, that's great, this is good. In his internal conflict, he somehow managed to say 'oh, okay'. Much too his logical brain's dismay.

“Awesome, I'll see you soon.”

And with that, Kon was gone, up in the air and off with his team. As Tim contemplated his situation, he imagined somewhere in his mind, that a part of him would have loved to be part of that, to be one of the heroes and fighting alongside them as a team. He'd have made a name for himself, helping in exciting missions doing things he'd always dreamed of and making friends with the people he'd once looked up to. But that was all in the past now, he'd given it up for his life now. Soon, he was sure, Superboy would tire of his boring nature.

He came, time and time again, hanging out like a pair of normal kids, sometimes, he'd bring the others along. Cassie, Tim had observed, held deep feelings for her reckless team mate. He avoided talking too much about him with her, but otherwise they were actually a great bunch. Impulse, Bart, was restless, a side-effect of his abilities, same as the flash. Raven was reserved but caring. Beast boy, secretly crushing on Raven, was just as, if not more so than Kon, full of jokes. They each and all had their wonderful sides. Tim felt so awful in their presence, no doubt, oblivious to what he did in the shadows.

They were seeing too much of him. He was negative, brooding and sarcastic but that never seemed to deter them. Especially Raven, seemed to see right through him, while the rest must have been immune to negativity because he continued to have strange guests over. Not that his parents would care, they were gone so long and so often.

Birthdays, holidays and Christmas' were no longer a one man ting for him, disturbingly, he couldn't bring himself to dislike it. Soon, like an idiot, he revealed his skills, helped them in secret with their battles, before the cat got out of the bag. The Titans came to rely on his 'MAD WIZ SKILLZ' as Beast boy put it, and soon, it was like he was part of their little team. He tried to push them away, but they persisted, for some reason drawn to him as he found himself drawn to them. Like a moth to a flame, especially to Kon. The half-kryptonian held some strange admiration for Tim and it was began to show as the worked together more and more. The light touches and strong embraces were starting to affect Tim the more time they spent together. This couldn't be happening. Tim realized to his horror, the relationship was deepening beyond his control. No mister, no thank you, this hero business is supposed to be temporary. Tim was drinking double the amount of coffee, more than what is considered healthy or sane with the stress his predicament was causing.

“Hey, where are your parents? I never see them around,” Kon asked one dreaded day. Tim considered the answer for a while before giving it.

“They don’t come home often. Mom and Dad are both busy, you know, with their jobs. Archaeology, there’s a lot of travelling involved.”

“That’s pretty bad, I mean, what about Christmas or your birthdays? Not even for them?”

Tim shook his head, “Not even for them.”

He should be bitter, if it was somebody else, some other child and their mom or dad forgot, they’d be throwing tantrums. But it’s always been this way, so many times even Tim’s forgotten. If it weren’t for some nagging reminders from the various maids and housekeepers they hired, he’d have forgotten about Christmas, Halloween and so on. Sometimes, even they didn’t remind him, so he went on, living each and every day the same way. Routine. He could live with that, it’s what he’s used to.

Uncharacteristically, Kon gave him the look of a dog put out, and when Tim asked, he only responded by throwing his arms around Tim and giving him the tightest hug anyone had given him for a long time.

“It’s okay, I’ll make sure we celebrate them all with you.”

‘We’ being Kon and the Titans, as it turned out from then onwards. Tim didn’t mind.

Most of the time, he didn’t care, didn’t react. A smile is natural, and can mean a million different things, it’s okay, everything is fine, I don’t really mind, whatever, politely go away, I guess this is nice. But those were his good days. On his bad days, Tim locked himself in. Tried to smother himself in his bedsheets. Curse them as well, they were as close to a hug as he’d get alone. Some twisted part of him wanted a knife, a bullet in his chest. Pain anywhere but inside of him, clawing its way out. He wanted out. Sometimes even the unsightly work he did, couldn’t chase the feeling of neglect away and those days, he’d remember the exact moment ha gave up. Yes, heroes are for idealists, and a kid, a weak one like him would never fit in.

Those bad days, sometimes Kon would find him, curled up trying to hack his lungs out. Sometimes sobbing, sometimes screaming. What a broken thing. No good.

But he’d feel the warm touch, the soothing strength gently lifting him and holding him until he stopped shaking. He was so cold compared to Kon. What did the young hero ever see in him? He could only see his broken, jagged edges, designed to cut himself and others. Still, Kon never left and the warmth as well as the odd feeling that progressed beyond fondness spread through him, stepping into dangerous territory.

Something happened, and it was all wrong. Quite frankly, it was putting everyone on edge. Damian did well to locate the drop point the thugs were supposed to be waiting. A whole cargo of arms and heavy weapons for Black Mask. Batman wasn’t surprised, Jason, Red Hood now, had dealings with the criminal spearhead, and they were many. But something was wrong, there were no men, no orders being yelled in fact, it was far too quiet for an operation like this.

The shipment should be in the warehouse.

Batman pressed the device close to his ear, absolutely no communication was coming from inside. If the leader was on the phone, it would have been picked up on the frequency catcher. Could the gang have picked up on their presence? If so, there would definitely be more shouting but it was silent.

“Nightwing, Robin, take the back, Hood, make sure no one is leaving the perimeter, no bullets, you hear?”

There was a groan on the comms before Jason answered, “Sure, Bats, whatever you say.”

“I’m going in.”

“Be careful in there, I have a bad feeling about this,” came Dick’s voice, uncertain and betraying the note of fear.

Bruce didn’t answer as he slinked inside through the roof. Not a single light, not a single sound. But  as he sneaked further down, closer to the floor, the smell hits him, and hits him hard. Blood, the pungent and overwhelming stench of blood and piss. He hesitates as his hand hovers over the flashlight before turning it on. What greets him is a scene that is familiar on the worst of nights, the stuff of nightmares, enough to make a man lose his lunch if Bruce didn’t discipline himself. It’s not only bloody, it’s a gory mess. The men, or what’s left of them in torn bits and legs, tossed about like broken toys.

“Dear god,” he whispered.

“Batman? What’s going on?” Nightwing called through the comms.

A blade sharp and resilient enough to slice through bone like butter as evidenced by one poor man’s head, halved like a gourd. Batman moved forward, guts squelching beneath his boots.

Eyes, hearts, tongues, gouged out, cut and torn, some were thrown against the walls, the crates were splattered with innards while, as Bruce investigated, some were clearly missing. The cargo untouched was left in the vehicles, the doors still ajar. They must have been busy unloading when this all went downhill.

Bruce’s eyes traced the floor. Not enough footprints, there should be many footprints in the blood, it couldn’t be done by just one person. No, not unless they were up against a new monster.

“They’re all dead, everybody stay alert out there.”

Batman looked up at the lights. All of them were busted, smashed, whoever or whatever this...thing was, they operated in darkness. Mask’s men don’t. But for a brief moment they must have seen the attacker, the flashlight that rolled at his feet now busted and shattered as well was evidence. He looked back down and met the gaze of a man in mid scream. One among many screaming faces right before they died, this wasn’t about seeing their enemy, something scared them witless before it ripped them apart.

If it was anybody else, they wouldn’t have noticed the three pairs of feet hitting the floor, silent as can be, the boys had trained well but not enough to escape Bruce’s notice.

“Oh my GOD!” Nightwing exclaimed the moment he turned his flashlight on.

“I...haven’t seen this kinda mess since the last slasher movie,” Jason said, his voice managing to not give way to his shock.

Robin on the other hand, had just lost his dinner. He’s used a sword on a living person before but it was all clean cuts and honourable deaths for him, not this horrific mess. Bruce regarded the boy with worry. Maybe he shouldn’t have let him come into the warehouse, and now he’s essentially contaminated a part of the crime scene. He’ll have to take care of that later. Nightwing busily patted and rubbed Damian’s back while the boy was recovering, while Hood and Batman began to search around for clues. Video footage if any was needed, with all the gore littering the floor and the shipment having been left alone, there was little to gleam from the scene.

“Looks like whoever did this wasn’t interested in guns,” Hood said casually.

They tried looking for any hidden cameras on the bodies though, nothing. There was a phone still in one man’s hand, slumped by a heavy crate. It looked like he was in the middle of trying to call someone. There was one other thing that might give away what happened in the warehouse. Bruce crossed his metaphorical fingers. He went straight for the operations room, the office where one would keep an eye on all the comings and goings in the office. There was paper and files left carelessly on the shelves and the screens lining the desks were off. He played the footage that was there but after the ten mark, the device was turned off abruptly. He grunted in disappointment, he knew there was a chance the cameras were deactivated to prevent their movements from being recorded, but he’d hoped they weren’t smart enough. As of now, they had a bigger mystery on their hands than Black Mask’s secret smuggling operations and more than likely, once Mask hears about this, he’s going to be pissed. Nothing else here, anything more and the police won’t be happy with the amount of tampering going on. Batman regrouped with the others, outside the warehouse. The street lamp, the only one that wasn’t shot served to highlight all four vigilantes. Nightwing was nervous and so was Robin, Hood’s face was hidden underneath the helmet but his body was tense. For once, the night was not kind, the silence was deafening and oppressive, it reminded him that there were other things, other kinds of fear waiting underneath her.

“Wait, what’s that?” Robin said, pointing into the distance.

All eyes turned to look and for a moment, they could see nothing but the water, the moon reflecting over it. Then movement just at the surface drew their attention, a small shape broke through the surface. Barely visible in the darkness, it stayed floating, almost motionless. Then rose higher, a face still indistinguishable but indeed a face, blue eyes shining brightly and it was staring right at them. Something about those eyes was familiar and yet alien to them and, as Nightwing and Hood began to tremble, it unsettled them all. The moon seemed to shift as the light fell on it gradually. Midnight black hair, blue eyes and a straight nose, young and mature, a young man with knowing blue eyes that once held a child’s admiring light. He dove under the water just as Bruce felt himself reach out for the phantom. Vanishing beneath the ripples. Only now noticing the blood trailing on the ground.

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[emmelfish]

‘After woohoo, I like to celebrate with a long hike to ponder the fact that my wife being pregnant means it’ll be a while before we can have more babies.’

Pfft, keep dreaming John. Like that want about playing for tips, nice try – you have zero creativity points. Stick to wanting to praise Tabby, becoming besties with Lucy, and befriending Darren. Also if it’s so hot maybe you should take off your outerwear when you get inside?

FACK

John: What’s the best thing about gardening? Getting down and dirty with your hoes!

Jen: These interactions ALWAYS result in one of us walking away with minus points, why would you think this one would be any different? Anyway, come look at this, you’ll like this.

Jen: LOOK! He’s watching sports on TV like he’s people!

John: Oh that’s adorable! Hey speaking of sports, how is woohoo like a game of bridge?

Jen: *screams internally*

Finally, Jen gets to hang out with some intelligent lifeforms.

Jen: Alright. ‘Examine the lives of the best and the most fruitful sim and sims and ask yourself whether a tree which is supposed to grow to a proud height could do without bad weather and storms: whether misfortune and external resistance, whether any kinds of hatred, jealousy, stubbornness, mistrust, hardness, greed and violence do not belong to the favorable conditions without which any great growth even of virtue is scarcely possible?’

Tabby: Screw this.

Jen: ‘The poison from which the weaker nature perishes strengthens the strong sim – and he does not call it poison.’

John: My wife! I am so proud of you for reading to our child and furchildren and yet-to-be-born children AND getting a golden ticket to My Muse from the spiky-haired man because of your musical talent.

(Hey it’s Justin Kim again! Wonder if he’s come searching for his Hot Tub Time Machine mom.) 

Justin: I’m a child and even I know that if you jump on her like that it’s not good for your yet-to-be-born children.

Pop

Jen: The hell is this?

John: You said you wanted new clothes. 

Jen: But blue is so not my color.

John: But darling, now you match my shorts! 🎵Off to tend to my peppers I shall go...

Glitches

John: 🎵 With a broken arm, yes oh-ee-oh

Another day, another dollar simoleon...

Jen: TUCKER II! You lucrative little furball, thank you so much for pulling your weight while Mommy is carrying so much of it and thus can’t work herself, all thanks to that great big tit I’m married to.

John: What’s that?

Jen: I said is that the Greater Blue-Tit you’ve spotted there dear?

John: I think it is!

Jen: YAY I am so proud of you!

John: Me too!

John: Unff

I’m sorry, I can’t suspend my disbelief with this game any longer because Lucy IS the classmate that saw the rated R movie, and would be the one describing boobies and butts and bloody violence to the innocent child this chance card was actually meant for. So I picked Ignore, because a) no, and b) chance cards are bullshit, they have a 99.999999999999% chance of undoing all your good work in any scenario.

Oh looky who it is! Everyone’s favorite Desiderata resident. And, three nanoseconds of a chat with Jen results in Jen’s crumpled face of confusion and Natasha’s hatred thought bubble. Shame, really.

I’ve noticed the community tends to call her Nat, but all the Natashas I’ve known in my life (all two of them) go for Tash or Tasha. I’m torn. I’ll tell you what I’m NOT torn on. Her exquisite grilled cheese dress by the exquisite @strangetomato, amirite? 🧀

GO TABS!

Good: Tabby promoted Good: Smart investing Bad: Justin falling out with Lucy, probably because he was the kid the chance card was meant for and she was traumatizing him with talk of blood and boobies. I’m not gonna lose sleep over it, he’s all the way out in Viper Canyon so it wasn’t like they were gonna be besties in childhood. Maybe at college or something.

This family, I swear. They’re like the sim embodiment of Bender’s ‘impression of life at big Bri’s house’ in The Breakfast Club.

That’s if, uh, Bri’s parents constantly make sexually-charged advances toward one another. 

Meanwhile, dat text doe! Brandi Broke Hair Hour is upon us.

Jen: Sweetie I’ve found myself wearing something I wouldn’t choose even if it were the last garment on the planet and I’m scared.

Lucy: It’s okay Mom, if I’ve lost all respect for you it’s primarily because I’m on the precipice of puberty and that’s what’s supposed to happen.

John: The heck is this? I’m the Family sim here. You can’t have it both ways.

John: THAT’S more like it. Hai little bestie!

Lucy: Hai Dad! Why are all these people in our house?

John: Oh, well Brandi Broke was on a walkby so I wanted to paint a picture of what your hair will look like tomorrow so that you’re prepared. And I got one of those annoying messages about whether I’d been abducted by aliens from Darren even though I spoke to him yesterday, so I felt guilty.

Meanwhile, Jennifer stares longingly at her guitar and gets all introspective about this five-minute lack of romance in her life, exacerbated by Brandi heartfarting at Darren. That Family/Knowledge attraction, it never fails. And yet, somehow I can’t see Dustin and Dirk as stepbrothers, but we need to find Brandi someone soon as she needs to up her brood to six for that stupid LTW about marrying off multiple kids. WHAT IF UNBORN BABYBROKE ISN’T THE MARRYING KIND, Brandi, ever think of that?!

(Makes mental note to create drahmz by making Unborn Babybroke a Romance sim who constantly disappoints its mother)

Jen: Oh that DOES it. You lot might be able to sit around waiting for these babies to fall out of me but I have to DO something.

Brandi you utter utter terrible stupid moron you are PENNILESS WHY are you tipping Jen all those simoleons 😱

Lucy meanwhile stares at her father and tries to picture Brandi’s hair on his face in a vain attempt to glimpse into her near future.

And yet... are these two meant to be though? The synchronized terrible dancing and constant thoughts of one another may be a sign. That said, Dina Caliente does that with Darren too and, much as I love Darren and Dina as individuals, the thought of that is so godawfully wrong that I always have to direct sims to speak with each of them separately in an attempt to stop them autonomously eating one another’s faces whenever they always show up in the same GD welcome wagon. #StopDinarren #SaveTheDreamers #ACRYouMonster

Lucy manages to alienate yet another boy from districts afar (like does her schoolbus refuel in Viper Canyon or something?) by saying things about art or theater that offend Gallagher Newson so deeply, he launches a tirade of vitriolic mansplaining at her while she checks her nails, unfazed. Atta girl. 

Brandi: I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school... I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy...

Best not look outside then Bran.

Tabby: Huh? Yeah? You want some o’ this? Come at me bro!

Tabby: Oh you think I can’t take you? Think again assclown, I’m a stunt double now, I eat fear FOR BREAKFAST.

And so the thrill ride begins. Lucy’s face is that unique mixture of anxiety and resignation that plainly says, ‘Well, my reign is at an end. It’s been real, friends.’

I love Tucker II, but the fact that he chooses THIS moment to act out for the first time in his life and start destroying the furniture is far from cool. Clearly he too is worried about upcoming changes in the pack hierarchy.

Stone cold Tabs meanwhile favors staying outside in the rain and having no part in any of this.

Tabby: 🎵 Hello darkness my old friend...

Urgh

IS NOOBOO TIME!

Spoiler alert: this nooboo actually ends up with blue eyes because I quit without saving to roll the pacifier a couple times, which is sad because neither nooboo has black hair now. But we’ll survive. Somehow. I just liked this snap.

When both your dog and your seconds-old nooboo are thinking about Brandi, it’s probably time for her to leave the house. But she won’t, because she’s a Family sim who subscribes to the stereotype of only caring about other people’s children. And pets.

3 days off? Pahaha. I don’t even have any hacks installed to share parental leave (I really should), and Jen was somehow still back at work the next day.

Poor Babygirl Burb (not her permanent name) isn’t getting a great start in life considering everybody’s just yelling about Babyboy Burb and not even acknowledging her. Well, except Jen, who hasn’t yet put her down. See that, Family sims?! That’s how to do it.

Case in point.

Brandi: Congrats!

John: Oh yeah, the nooboos? Great aren’t they. I’m sure I dropped The Boy around here somewhere.

The Boy: And my suffering beginneth...

John: The Boy! Ah, The Boy. There you are. The Boy.

(If you can’t already tell, John will be saying ‘The Boy’ in the same relieved and happy voice as the dad from 8 Simple Rules for the rest of his natural life, primarily because both of his daughters are genetically engineered to make his hair grey.)

Hey Brandi, ever feel like you’re intruding on an intimate family moment?

Brandi: Nup!

Lucy: I just can’t picture it ON me...

Brandi: Kid, what is it with you and my hair?

John: I’VE LOST THE BOY AGAIN

Lucy: Haha, my parents can be so incompetent sometimes.

Lucy: Actually... where are my parents?

Well Lucy, get ready to upscale that judgment of incompetence because...

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. John’s face. John’s face right there. Is the most smackable face I’ve ever seen.

Not only did Jennifer Burb give birth TO TWINS less than five minutes ago...

... but they unceremoniously dumped both twins in the Bouncinators, and they’re now screaming.

To which, their creators remain oblivious. There are some pretty terrible parents out there in the Sims universe BUT THESE TWO ARE HOT ON THEIR HEELS right now.

Hey, while these poor minutes-old creatures are stuck screaming in their Bouncinators while John presumably tries to create more problems for the family with his testicles, why don’t we meet them?

This is not at all named solely to give Alexander Goth a younger wife one day Cecilia! You can’t see them here because they’re squeezed shut in agony and anguish, but her eyes are deep blue, presumably from her grandfather Jeff Pleasant. Perhaps upon looking at her, her uncle Daniel will be overcome with the guilt referenced in his bio and try to send her to Mars.

And here’s Patrick! With his skintone plus the brown eyes and brown hair, he’s probably destined to be a John / Lucy clone, but we shall see. Let’s get one thing straight though (or should I say curly), when these anklebiters transition they are both leaping right into Jennifer Burb tousled waves territory.

Lucy: WHAT DO I DO

Don’t worry Lucy, we’ll pause this one here as it’s already been far too long a round and no doubt everyone involved is tired as hell.

Until next time!

#sims2 #pleasantview #john burb #jennifer burb #lucy burb #patrick burb #cecilia burb #brandi broke #darren dreamer #justin kim #gallagher newson #tucker burb #tabby burb #sims 2 premades #maxis premades #emmelfishuberhood #Pleasant Family #Pleasant Household #Tucker II Burb

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this is a dog leash in my neighbor’s yard. essentially a hooked wire attached to another wire that spans across the yard; you clip your dog in, and it can run up and down along a single path ‘til its heart’s content. kind of like an updated version of a dog chain connected to a stake in the ground, the kind of ones you use for violent junkyard dogs or whatever. i always look at them kind of like a necessary evil. at first glance, you feel like it’s cruel that their dog would be confined to such a small space, or maybe they’d find it difficult to lie down comfortably, get tangled up in their own contraption, things that maybe don’t bother dogs as much as they do people. on the other hand, you tell yourself there’s probably a good reason the dog is locked up, and there are certainly worse options, like keeping your dog in a kennel or a cage all day, muzzling them, hacking off all their limbs so they can’t even move... not that that sort of thing happens! but you get what i mean, necessary evil.

back when this contraption was actually in use, my neighbor had two dogs: one big quiet black dog that could put his front legs up on the fence and let you pet him all up and down the torso, and another tiny white dog, a scrappy little guy who would incessantly bark and growl and foam at the mouth at anybody he could cast his tiny eyes on. i’m assuming he was the troublemaker and the reason for the leash machine. probably the type of dog to gnaw on the mailman’s ankles, or run out into the street to chase squirrels or cars, totally oblivious of his own stature or mortality. he always annoyed me if i was out mowing the lawn, parking my car, or visiting his friendlier, less vocal cellmate. they were both always chained up.

they were even out there during the winter, pretty much the entire time. and we have cold winters here! this is when you really started to feel bad for them, or like they’re being abused. they used to have their own little dog houses, but it’s not like they had indoor heating or anything. maybe a few pillows. i remember seeing the big black dog constantly trying to endure the harsher days in his house, sitting still and trying to ignore the wind and the chill. the little guy, i mean, he was relentless as always, like it was his job. running around in the snow, yapping, steam coming out of his mouth. the poor guy looked like he chewed at his own fur every day. maybe that’s just the kind of breed he was, but he really seemed like some crazy old man screaming at the moon. in any case, he made it hard to feel sorry for him most of the time, he always seemed like he had a vitriolic personality. like, if he were a human person in his deathbed, he would ask you to lean closer to hear his final words, only to rip off your nose with his teeth. i understand he was just trying to overcompensate for being a tiny guy, just like all tiny dogs do, but sheesh. there’s a reason i never owned dogs, i guess.

on one particularly blustery winter day, i was out in the yard and found it to be suspiciously quiet. usually that little guy would be barking at me before he could even see me, just the sound of my footsteps made him horny for hatred. this time, it was silent. i peeked over the fence and what i saw was pitiful, and somewhat alarming: the little white dog had gotten himself tangled pretty badly in the leash, which i mentioned was one of the pitfalls of such a contraption. it was somehow wrapped around his legs and body in such a way that he was suspended in midair, kicking feebly, hanging from his neck, like a failed suicide. at first, i was alarmed, thinking he was suffocating, and my instinct was to trespass into the yard and save his life; then, i had a milder thought, gosh, that must be at the very least very uncomfortable, and he probably has no strategy for getting out of that mess, being a stupid dog and all. in any case, i did jump the fence, grabbed the little guy and got to work untangling him. he didn’t bark at me. he didn’t try to bite me. he just hung there, like he was embarrassed, and probably incredibly cold. i set him down and he tried out his legs, looked at me. not with his tongue hanging out or anything, or a wagging tail. just looked at me, like he was confused, like he was sleep walking. i felt quite good about his rescue, however, and felt the urge to go knock on the neighbors door and lecture them about how i had to save their stupid dog. because honestly, the notion that their dogs were being treated cruelly had been gradually pushed to the front of my mind for a while now; my mom and i would discuss it some days, peering out the window at those poor guys in the snow. thinking, what could possibly be keeping these terrible neighbors from bringing in their dogs for the winter?

i hopped back over the fence into my yard. and like it was his cue, the little white dog started yapping again. like nothing had ever happened. i saved his lousy life and he still wanted to act like he hated me, like some breed-specific instinct just popped right back up to the surface once he saw me in less threatening location, right back on the other side of the fence. all he got from me was the biggest eyeroll he’ll ever get.

i went to the front door, confronted the neighbors. i think they were a fairly newlywed young couple, at least, that’s how i always understood it. we don’t really make effort to meet our neighbors in this neighborhood, that’s just how it is. we’ve never knocked on doors and nobody ever knocks on ours. anyway, the wife lady answered the door, and i explained to her in my humblest tone how i intervened and rescued her dog from certain death. didn’t mention anything about them being cruel or whatever. she said something like “oh, i’m sorry! thank you!” and closed the door. didn’t give me an explanation, or a preventative strategy, didn’t shower me with praise and invite me inside for cocoa or whatever the heck i expected. just and oh, okay.

it was puzzling, briefly, but interactions like this always force you into thinking a little creatively. i began to make assumptions and build a little story for myself: those are just her husbands dogs, she actually hates them! that’s why they’re outside all the time. in fact, she’s the one who went out there and strung up the poor little guy, tried to make it look like an accident, i foiled her master plan. or, maybe she was just allergic. maybe the husband’s allergic. maybe they’re both allergic. maybe the dogs have fleas or they were never potty trained or they tear up all the furniture. maybe she’s trying to have an affair with another man and doesn’t like when the dogs watch her fuck in the house. whatever the case, it seemed perfectly clear to me from her reserved response that she was the reason why the dogs were outside all the time suffering, whether she was aware of their suffering or not.

this became only clearer to me when i stopped seeing the girl around. one less car in the driveway. heard from my mom that they had gotten separated or divorced, which was really only speculation. likely true. also heard from my mom that SHE heard the husband was crazy, had serious mental problems that drove her away. also speculation. probably seeded into my mom’s brain because the neighbor guy only mowed his grass once per season, was growing a scraggly beard, rarely seen outside the house. at some point, two elderly people also moved in with him. presumably his parents. maybe he really was crazy and they were there to take care of him. or maybe he rented out a room and they were new tenants. or maybe he had a kind of revolting sex triangle thing going on with them. in any case, they stayed for about a year or two, clogging up his driveway with two or three extra cars. the dogs were inside now, almost exclusively. or maybe the big black dog died and they just keep the little guy inside. i honestly stopped paying attention. every now and then, the little yapper is outside at nighttime, without the leash, and he has another little yapper friend with him. and on the back porch, the neighbor is there, shrouded in darkness, watching them. giving them a few hours of outside air, i guess. i still don’t really know who he is or what he looks like. what his story is. all i know is he needs to mow his grass.