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laalaaliaa · 1 year

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Hello! Can I pls request a titans! Dick x reader? They're in a romantic relationship btw

Idea/prompt: You have been dating dick for about 8 months and it has been amazing so far. But lately, you've been feeling more insecure about yourself and your relationship. You've always known about all of dicks past relationships but youve never thought anything of it. But lately, you've been thinking about it and you've come to the realization that all of his exes were much better than you.

Dick can't help but notice the way you've been distancing yourself and he feels as if he's done something wrong to make you upset. But after almost a week of this, he gets frustrated and decides to confront you. When you were both getting ready to go to sleep, he cornered you and asked you what was wrong and why you've been avoiding him.

At first, you try to ignore him and say that you need to get some rest, but you eventually give in and explain everything to him. He feels horrible, how hadn't he noticed before? He comforted you and cuddles your worries away.

Have a good day!

Leaden Insecurities

in which your insecurities start to show…

dick grayson x fem!reader

warnings: the tiniest bit of angst, but fluffy towards the end

proofread? nope

i’m such a bad liar! i said i’d be back, but once school started up again, i began to feel stressed, but i reallyyy do hope you enjoy, i also changed it up a bit, hope you don’t mind <33

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Galas are such a bore. Perhaps it was because you stuck out like a sore thumb. For the sake of your lover you attended, and possibly because of the appetizers Alfred always had laid out. You felt self-conscious, fear tantalizing you as you weaved your way through crowds of snobby rich people. You felt so warm, your skin hot to the touch, but only so much air could cool you down. As you waltzed your way towards one of the openings towards the garden, you stumbled at the feeling of someone bumping into your back.

The both of you muttered apologies, sympathetic smiles filled with faux intentions before you finally caught a glance of one another. Barbra Gordon. A red-headed beauty who you knew somewhat well. “I’m sorry Y/N.” She let out weakly, a genuine smile on her face as she held your forearm affectionately. You only shook your head, a slight relief from not possibly bumping into one of Gotham’s finest. “It’s fine Barbra, I’m actually happy to actually be in the vicinity of someone I know,” You joked lightly, causing her to laugh in agreement.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, a person, who you both knew in and out was staring at you two tensely. It wasn’t a secret that Barbra and Dick had been together. You actually befriended Dick whilst they were still in a relationship. Once they’re relationship went to shit, the two of you took the opportunity to possibly strike one up, and in both your favors, it worked. “Careful Grayson, Barbra might just turn her on you.” Dick heard Jason jab playfully. Dick might’ve laughed if the situation was different, but he didn’t. Instead he watched from afar as your entire conversation unfolded.

“So what’re you doing here?” Barbra questioned, her head tilting slightly as she stirred her champagne glass cooly. “I’m here with Dick actually.” You meekly replied, slyly glancing behind her to catch sight of him already looking at you. You turned your attention back to Barbra, watching the way her face conformed in realization. Suddenly the air became tense, as Barbra spoke, “Wow, I’m actually surprised you’re still together.” Your brows furrowed slightly at her shady comment, but you could only laugh awkwardly.

“What does that mean?” You pressed, your tone light, in hopes she wouldn’t detect the hostility her statement arose in you. She only shrugged, lifting the glass to her cherry covered lips as she took a long sip. Once she pulled the glass away, her reply shocked you. “Well it just seems like he has a type.” You scoffed lightly, an offended expression upon your face as you leaned back slightly. “What are you getting at?” She shrugged once more, her action irritating you before she spoke, “You’ll see the signs eventually,” And with that she left with a squeeze to your shoulder, which ultimately felt like her touch burned you.

He has a type? You couldn’t help but ponder on that question, the conversation you two shared stuck in your head on repeat. It’s been almost a week since the gala, and since then, you couldn’t help but shelter yourself. You built a brick wall, the fear of Barbra being right causing your heart to hurt a little. You knew Dick wasn’t clueless, he was a detective for crying out loud, but he was also your boyfriend, and with that title, came him knowing when something was wrong.

He knew something was wrong the minute you left Bruce’s home, the way you shifted your body towards the window in the car, the way you didn’t rest your hand atop his as he drove the two of you home, and the way you went to bed that night, without giving him a good night kiss. Your days blended together that way, a painfully cruel reminder that you were just a bland and simple girl. Basic. Dick Grayson could do better.

Damn you Barbra.

Night time became a comforting bliss, the darkness of the sky and the brightness of the moon was beautiful. Especially when you laid sprawled out on the couch, street light and moon light meshed together as it splayed across your skin through the sheer curtains. With a frazzled mind, you hoped a book could keep it occupied, yet your eyes kept skimming over the same sentence. The irony of the words making you want to laugh

quiet down i begged my mind

your overthinking is

robbing us of joy

Rupi Kaur was too relatable for your liking. With a quiet sigh you set down the book, lazily guiding your attention to a random talk show on the tv. You waited impatiently, waiting for the moment the squeaky door would creak open, forcing you to put that wall back up. You waited, and waited, until eventually you forgot about the existence of your beloved boyfriend. Too engrossed in a re-run of the bachelor, you failed to notice the door open.

It wasn’t until Dick leaned over the back of the couch, pressing a feathered kiss to your hair, causing you to tense. “How was your day?” He asked, making his way towards the kitchen and out of your sight. You gave him the same response you’d been giving him the last few days, “It’s been good babe.” He hummed at that, returning back to you with a water bottle in hand. “Are you sure?” You leaned into his side, giving him a nod of assurance. It was silent after that, and you couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip anxiously.

You glanced at him, his head tilted back as he let out a distressed sigh. You hated knowing that a few little words could cause a riff in your relationship, but you couldn’t help it. You knew Dick was the sweetest soul on earth, his kindness and compassion making him hard to resist, yet knowing that he chose you of all people made you question everything. “Y/N,” He started, leaning forward onto his knees. “Talk to me baby, I can’t stand..,” He waved his hands around with a pained expression, “This.”

You looked at him naively, head tilted as you grasped his hand. “Dick what are you talking about? I’m fine, see.” You gestured to yourself, a smile on your face as you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. He was silent after that, mumbling a weak agreement as he sunk back into the couch, an arm wrapped atop your shoulder. You two spent a mere hour like that, before the darkness of the night made you woozy with sleep, prompting the two of you to turn in for the night.

You silently washed your face, the sound of the water in the shower distracting your racing thoughts. It was only when you heard it turn off that your thoughts seemed to race back into your head. Although you were silent, face void of any emotion as you applied lotion to your skin. Kori had lovely skin. You wanted to punch yourself, however with Dick half naked with a towel around his lower waist you could hopefully bury your mind with different thoughts. You left the bathroom, humid air and the smell of his coconut-hibiscus shampoo making your mind go under.

You settled into the bed first, silent as he slipped on a pair of boxers and his favorite pair of sleeping pants. Instead of getting in like he normally did, you were surprised that he only sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands as he let out a tired breath. “Y/N,” Your body seemed to go tense at the seriousness of his tone, making you pull he blanket up higher for him to get the idea of possibly going to sleep. “Yes babe.” He stood from the edge, making his way by your legs before sitting down, the sight of his chest glimmering slightly from the lotion you bought him making you want to curse yourself.

dirty minded bit-

“We need to talk.” He spoke solemnly, breaking you from your thoughts as your throat went dry. You knew it was coming eventually. Barbra was right, you were so-“I’m worried about you babe.” Wrong. You were so wrong? He seemed to notice you confusion, making him chuckle lightly, before he grew serious once more. “I’m just tired, like super tired, I woke up earlier than I normally do.” You reassured, even going as far as rubbing your eyes when you knew you were lying some what. “Did I do something?” He questioned weakly, making your slumped form perk up slightly. “No I—no baby, it’s not you. Well it is you, but,” You cut yourself off, laughing weakly as you head fell sourly.

“It’s silly.” “Clearly not if it’s making my girlfriend a completely different person. Talk to me baby.” You knew it was now or never, you’d either receive the answer you were looking for, or be dumped onto the streets just like Barbra had implied. “Why me?” The question was so short, sweet and simple, yet there was a multitude of answers you could’ve gotten, making your heart race slightly at his silence. “Why you.” He restated, making you nod weakly. “Baby, you have my heart, mind, and soul in the palm of your hand,” He started, his hand slipping into yours comfortingly. “And it hurts knowing that, you feel insecure in why I wanna be with you. Y/N, you’re amazing, you’re you, and I hate the fact that you don’t see yourself the way I do.”

You felt the sudden urge to bite your lip, a possible stream of tears soon to erupt, but you couldn’t. You stared at him with such a loving expression in your eyes, and he couldn’t help but fall for you more. “You’re no superhero, and I’m glad, they’re all copy and paste anyways, I mean look at ‘Gymnastics man’ I—ow babe I’m serious.” He finished, holding his shoulder with a genuine smile as he rubbed the spot you hit playfully. “His back handsprings are killer.” He joked, making you laugh for the first time in days. He smiled at that. “In all seriousness, I don’t care that you can’t fly, or shoot lasers—although that’d be pretty cool- right sorry, not the point,” He began once more, his hands held up in surrender at the sight of your glare.

“However, you’re Y/N, a pretty cool chick who’s not afraid of anything, except for maybe spiders, and haunted houses. Not the point again, but I love you for you, for all your faults and insecurities. I love you.” He finished, a smile gracing his face as silently watched your expression morph and soon the tears fled. “I hate you.” You cried weakly, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He shushed you, pressing a soft kiss into your hair. “If you hated me, then you wouldn’t have agreed to be my girlfriend 8 months ago.” He had you there. You only rolled your eyes with a sniffle, pulling back as you stared into his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, however if you ever doubt this,” He gestured between the two of you, “You talk to me baby.” You nodded at that, finally pulling his face closer as you gave him a well deserved kiss. The two of you pulled away, your foreheads resting on one another as you smiled at each other. “I love you Y/N L/N.”

“I love you too Dick Grayson.”

It was silent, until Dick had to ruin it

“Can we talk about Gymnastics man copying me?”

“No.”

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the end. I hope you enjoyed, and yes i’m terrified of haunted houses.

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historia-vitae-magistras · 10 months

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If I remember correctly you said that baby Jack had to be held a lot because he was so clumsy. Would Matt have been big enough to do the same when he first meets him. You could get the family tradition of older siblings carrying their younger ones around everywhere. Let Matt get adorable little germlins to carry.

I did! And I've actually thought about this. The little things that carry from person to person. If Australia is a consequence of the American revolution, he also saw the turn of Matt from younger brother to older brother. What Matt knows about any concept of family, he learned at Alfred's elbow. Peak indulgence for Matt is when it was cold and Matt was small, Alfred would heft him up and carry him places. So picking up Jack? Hell yeah. Jack was very sturdy even for a young child but Matt was in his early teens in the regency era. Wee Jack gave him anxiety. All children are little shits, bouncing off and into mischief and being clumsy but even by that standard Jack is chaotic. Where Matt was a very self contained child who could be put into the corner and given books or blocks or even nothing and he'd occupy himself, Jack is a curious wee thing. He always has questions, he always wants to hear music, he always wants to chat, and play and move. Baby's first labour strike was protesting until the turnspit dog gets friends. He liberated the chicken's Matt's in charge of, let the goats loose and set the parlour on fire because he got bored and tried to figure out how the oil lamps worked. He broke so many priceless antiques that Arthur may or may not have stolen.

In early 19th century Georgian society where childhood is newly important but Jack's still a third rate penal colony at the end of the world, he's kind of miserable and everyone would want to indulge him, stuck half the world away from everything and everyone he's ever known in the miserable libertine environment that is regency England, It's a strange thing, for Matt to be a brother again, much less with one that will be so briefly this wriggly and adorable before shooting up within a century to end up about 20 kilos bulkier than him.

The image of Matt as his anxious but fairly normal 1805 self popping Jack up onto a hip he doesn't have enough of to keep him there and then doing the same thing in 10 years when he's gone back to setting fire and committing war crimes against Americans is so fitting. Like it doesn't matter what anyone thinks, they're stuck together. Also its so goddamn funny to think of Matt like "I just set the White House on fire, I am not in the mood for children." And Jack and Zee don't give a flying fuck, they have a book for him to read and the aren't leaving him be until he fucken reads it. He's grumpy about it, even though he knows he'll prize those memories long after the relationships themselves have been resigned too history.

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ggfj84 · 1 year

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Batfam Week 2023 - Day 1 - Parenthood

“Have you finished your homework yet?” Bruce asked as he sat down across from Dick on the private plane, a teacup and a tablet in his hand.

Rolling his eyes, Dick lifted his legs up on the couch, ankles crossed on the arm. “We literally just stopped gunrunners in Milan, and you want me to work on my pre-calc homework?”

“If you haven’t finished it, yes.”

Dick let out a groan. “Can’t I do it once we’re an hour out of Gotham?”

“Is there a reason you don’t want to start it now?”

“Because it’s boring. I’m never going to use it in real life, and we’re still over France. I have another seven hours before we land in Gotham. I’ll get it done.”

Bruce took a quick sip of his tea. “Let’s do a hypothetical.”

“Let’s not.”

Bruce let out a quick breath. Alfred always said he was a handful at sixteen. “How about I quiz you on the New Jersey Code of Criminal Justice and Motor Vehicle Laws with Related Statutes and Court Rules?”

Dick flipped onto his side with an overeager smile. “Let’s do a hypothetical!”

“I thought you might see it my way.” Bruce allowed himself a small smile in between sips. “Joker snaps a suspension cable on the Sprang Bridge. I need to string Batrope from one tower to the other. How do I find out how much rope to use?”

“Can you just wrap enough rope around it to hold it up until the engineers can get on site?”

“But if I don’t use enough, the forces pulling it taut will snap the rope, too, potentially putting more people at risk.”

“Can’t you just call Superman? Or Martian Manhunter? Or Wonder Woman? Or Flash? Or – ”

“We don’t call our friends unless it’s necessary and there’s no other option,” Bruce countered gently.

Dick furled an eyebrow. “Oh, so there was no option the other day when you called Aquaman to come and wrangle Killer Croc in the sewers?”

Alfred interjected then from the cockpit, “I had just cleaned Batman’s uniform, Master Dick. It would have taken me weeks to get that stench out…again.”

“Right, of course. So what I’m hearing is that pre-calc is necessary in some incidents in the field but not all.”

He couldn’t have been this stubborn, right? “Tell you what, chum. You finish your homework while we’re over the Atlantic, and I’ll start your flying lessons.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Yes!” Dick immediately sat up, pulled his legs underneath him, and went to work.

Bruce retreated to the front of the plane to allow Dick to focus, taking a seat next to Alfred in the cockpit.

“Masterful parenting, Master Bruce,” Alfred said softly. “You’ve learned the art of the bribe.”

“Yes, well, it had the desired effect.”

“Yes, it quite did last week when you called His Royal Majesty. I do appreciate you not going hunting in the sewers, sir.”

“And I appreciate you not going to strike. I need you, Alfred.”

Alfred patted Bruce’s hands, while keeping a hand on the controls. “Glad to be of service, sir.”

The End

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underthe-redhood · 1 year

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our last chance

- side note: it's mentioned that the reader is the daughter of bruce and selina, but it's never mentioned that she's biologically related, so you could definitely interpret it as her being adopted by them!

5. out of sparks

- synopsis\\ you watch as dick runs off after batman betrays him for the last time, causing the family to fall apart. after an explosion, and a time machine, with a speedster to help you, you have one last chance to stop history from repeating itself.

• word count: 1,332

• masterlist

as you made it out into the city, you and dick split up. you radioed barbara, “hey, are you already with someone? i don’t wanna be on my own tonight.”

“nope, just me. is something wrong?”

“no, just feeling lonely,” you lied. “where are you?”

“corner of b street,” she said. and so you drove over to where she was. she was sitting on one of the rooftops just staring out at the city lights. you swung up with a grappling hook and sat next to her.

“feels like it’s been forever since we last talked,” you started. it was true for you, but you couldn’t say the same for her.

“we talked this morning,” she laughed. you smiled, it was nice being able to sit down with your family and just talk. no one was guilty, no one was upset, no one was gone. everything was actually okay again.

“how’s the library?” you asked. you didn’t wanna immediately jump into questions about dick. people were already suspicious.

“not bad, it’s as slow as ever. how were your midterms?”

“they went well. i’m not too worried. how were yours?” she was a criminology major at the university.

“they were long, i’m just glad they’re over,” she sighed.

“so am i. besides, now you get to spend extra time with dick,” you leaned into the topic slowly.

“that too,” she said. she didn’t sound excited, the way you thought she would. but she was probably really tired, so you didn’t think much of it. “how about you? is there anyone special you’re hiding?” she grinned.

“no, not really,” how did this get turned on you?

“not even one of the titans or something?” the titans?

“why one of the titans?” you asked. she wasn’t talking about bart, was she? why would she be? you haven’t started to hang out with him at this point in time, and even when you do it’s not like she’s around you much to notice.

“where else would you be around kids your age?” she asks.

“school???” you offer.

she laughs again, “well sure, but they’re kinda boring compared to a teen titan.” she’s got a point there.

talking about relationships is new for you. you’ve never really talked about it with your brothers, and you’ve only ever brought it up once or twice with kate. bruce was totally out of the question, that’s why you got your sex talk from harley. which led to ivy giving you a better explanation. that led to selena trying to step in, but she eventually just sent you to alfred who was always the one to do it.

talking about relationships with barbara was new, but it wasn’t bad. of course, it also led you to an opportunity. and when opportunity strikes, who are you not to take it?

“whenever i do end up in a relationship, i can talk to you about it, right? i mean, you’re in a happy relationship with dick so you’d be able to give me good advice,” it was a bit heavy on implying she was happy, but it was good enough to probe her thoughts.

she didn’t answer immediately like you thought she would. instead, she thought for a moment and said “yeah, i guess i’m pretty happy.”

“you guess?” she must have just worded it strangely. she loved dick, didn’t she? maybe not later on when she did what she did. but back in time where you were, she had to have loved him then?

“i’m happy,” she said. and that was that. but it wasn’t.

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back at the cave, you and barbara had arrived last. “you took your sweet time,” jason raised an eyebrow.

“we got caught up in talking,” barbara said.

“talking?” he continued.

“believe me, you wouldn’t be interested,” you chimed in and barbara smiled. that was enough for jason to drop the subject and move on. he walked over to tim and the two of them left for the manor. dick walked over and grabbed barbara’s hand, sliding his fingers between hers.

“how are you doing?” he looked like a puppy in love. it was a refreshing sight, not only seeing him again but seeing him happy. a second later, however, your gut was twisting itself again. it was a whole new type of uncomfortable, seeing him so happy and knowing how his life could fall apart so soon. you almost wished not to be there with him.

barbara wasn’t as enthusiastic as him. thinking back, you couldn’t remember if you’d ever picked up on that before. you could remember the early parts of their relationship when they were both starstruck in love. but, you couldn’t remember her like this. it wasn’t a huge shift, which was why you didn’t notice it. it was a change so small that you’d only pick up on it if you were looking out to begin with.

you doubted anyone else had noticed, much less dick himself. you couldn’t tell exactly what the shift in her mood was. maybe a bad day, but then she just seemed so normal when she was talking to you. not when you were talking about dick. he seemed to be the odd factor. she seemed awkward when talking about him. did she even notice? if she doesn’t even know what she’s feeling, how are you supposed to?

you couldn’t just stand there and stare at them, that would be weird. you tried to quickly find something to do that would keep you in the cave with the both of them. luck must have been on your side, a few moments later kate came down the elevator shaft. she saw you standing around and walked over, “what’re you up to kiddo?”

“not much, did you go out tonight?”

“no, i stayed in tonight. i’ve gotta big project for work i have to finish.”

and you had a conversation starter, “oh? how’s that going?” as she started talking about work, you chimed in every now and then with basic replies so as to not seem like you were tuning her out. but, from the corner of your eye you watched dick and babs and how they interacted. he was all over her, but she wasn’t reciprocating. was dick picking up on it too? probably not, because he hadn’t shifted the way he was acting yet.

you wondered what they were talking about, and you wondered if it could have to do with why babs was so uninterested. you sat there for another ten, maybe fifteen minutes just talking to kate until it finally hit you. it wasn’t that barbara was uninterested in the topic, or tired from patrol or anything. she was uninterested in him. she was tired of dick. she had fallen out of love.

the sparks just weren’t there for her anymore, but the relationship otherwise wasn’t bad. dick still treated her amazing, and she was happy. but she wasn’t in love. it’s like she was in a relationship with her friend. it just wasn’t the same anymore. that’s why babs felt bad, she still cared for him just not as a partner. you weren’t sure if that made things harder or easier for you, though. you couldn’t talk to barbara, you weren’t sure if she knew she had fallen out of love. you didn’t want to assume something so huge, but the signs had become painfully obvious.

you didn’t want to freak her out by bringing it up, and you couldn’t really bring it up to anyone else. so, you did the only thing you could do. you finished the conversation with kate and made your way to room. you laid down, and went to sleep. all you could do was wait until tomorrow, when you’d be able to talk to bart. bart would know what to do. he always knows what to do. it’s one of the things you love about him. and so you decided that for tonight, you’d just enjoy some sleep.

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headingalaxys-spicy · 1 year

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omg i loved your magical strike ask 🫶

may i request a yandere magical strike america with a metal head darling who’s a guitarist?

This ask has Aggretsuko vibes on it, and I just finished the final season soooooooooo.

He isn't taken by surprise like some of the others, would be. He knows that people definitely have polar opposite sides to them sometimes and the degree varies. And for him, he feels like he should be the only one to witness this wild side of yours.

He found out about your special talent when you were shredding your guitar right after work. Some motherfucker was trying to catch dez hands the moment the phrase: "I don't want to talk to you. You've been rude. Where is your manager? I won't be insulted this way." You could practically hear the stupid bitch put her nose in the air when she said that. Before you even had a chance to politely respond while holding the poison on your tongue back in a dam, the witch hangs up in your face.

'Okay... well least I don't have to continue a conversation with that bitch anymore.' You think to yourself as you continue typing away on your computer. You had better things to worry about than some Boomer who couldn't get a grip on reality.

Then the phone proceeded to ring again about 20 minutes later. It was that old hag again.

This only adds more heat to your already budding irritation, and you are ready to explode. So you do what a metalhead does best: scream our head off and play your guitar and pretend that your fingers moving across the strings and ripping that rude witches face off.

"THE LION. THE WITCH AND THE AUDACITY OF THAT BITCH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Alfred heard your shrieking in the area and decided to see what the hell was going on. After all, he was bored and didn't really feel like being in another one of his business meetings. Yes, yes big oil and how he'll be destroying more natural land to get it and other crap. Alfred eventually find that room that you've escaped to and it's an abandoned reading room that few university students use. A perfect hideout and a great way for him to look through the glass as he watched you headbang and yell out to the mostly soundproof room how much you wish certain people should go fuck themselves, and take their entitlement with them. He'll watch for a few minutes before he will make himself know to you by interrupting your little vent session.

A lone person clapping interrupts you.

"You have quite the musical talent. I could really feel the power coming off of your lyrics. You have a show coming up soon I'd love to support your music."

These are the beginnings of where his control with begin. He will introduce you to the right people to get you a ' recording interview.'

With a top dog at a major record label. You nail it, and your road to stardom is a long grueling one. Where Alfred will begin to attach more and more control over you and you never seem to be able to have a moment without him when you're not on the stage, recording, or signing autographs. (Although during any of those events, he's never too far away and likely has another one of his henchmen watching you.)

He controls your tour schedule and schedules outside of your music career as well. Since you're exhausted from the long nights of practice, recording, and traveling, you tend not to notice the amount of control he has over you. Sure, when it comes to the paparazzi and such he always makes sure that you're close to him and he's probably giving you a peck on the cheek or a gentle peck on the lips for the cameras. He's ensuring all know that the famous metalhead is taken already.

As for fans who may be obsessed with you, Alfred has thought ahead. He uses a mix of Ai technology and his undercover agents to keep fans he deems too clingy. (IE they may be a Stan on Twitter who has concert tickets and a meet-and-greet pass. or someone who nonchalantly said on FB "I'd marry Y/N." Or even so far as having access to any device that has searched your name or band, become a part of his 'system' of which his computers and men will monitor for threats. They will be dealt with accordingly. )

Regardless escaping his watchful eyes is virtually impossible.

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lazaruspiss · 1 year

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watching batman ninja and taking notes bc idk how to focus <3 spoilers under the cut

batman ninja is a wild movie already but harleys design fucks

smth smth. everyone got sent to generally the same time/location with variation, time can vary by years (selina was sent 2 years before bruce) but probably not decades and id assume location varies to anywhere within a certain range of whatever island in japan that this is on.

nightwing and red hood were teamed up separately from batman before the blast that sent everyone back by the look of it. cute.

i wanna see ivyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy- DEATHSTROKE IS HERE?

ohh ok. time difference was based off of proximity/order that they were sucked in, making batman the last to show. a few minutes become years, everyone else were def much closer in timing but even a few seconds mightve made weeks difference in how far back they were sent.

lords alluded to so far: joker, penguin, ivy, deathstroke, two-face

mz ivy im in love w u

"once my fortress is complete, itll be my time to strike. yeahhh" OLD MAN. BOOMER. he says yeah like an adult actor playing a teen in an anti-drug ad campaign.

the lord intros are so fun actually

i love selinas little puppet, not a fan of bruces general disposition.

ok bruce looks better with the beard. also alfred what the fuck. how. and lmao. alfred. "lets go on a japan trip we get back."

HARLEYYYYY SHES SO CUTE. is this tara. i think its tara. love her.

classic "stop me or save the civilian trick" smh

congrats to bane on bulking up i guess? anyways. wheres the others. im bored of batman. i do love the little chibi batman who forcibly ejects bruce, someone mustve added a fail safe specifically for bruce being dumb and self destructive.

the lip syncing is off, is this a dub?

DICKIE!! anime hair... and dick's anime bf/leader of the ninjas.

"how do we regain the advantage when we have nothing" bruce. bruce. the whole squad is here + a ninja army. girl.

DAMIAN? oh hes still cute.

monkee :) hes so silly

so tims swords are just for decoration then? weirdo. joker gets his ass beat, whatever. tim states the obvious. backstab fest. im bored again.

"joker!! you'll kill yourself!!" "that's the point, lmao"

35 min in, still no red hood. just establishing shots to explain that each lord has the special time sticks.

"i didnt know who i was after i lost my car" could you be anymore pathetic. he isnt even cute pathetic, hes just "id push him into a puddle" pathetic. stop brooding you boring bitch. oh thank god. he acknowledges that he has other people carrying his ass. red hood still hasn't shown up, not even for bruces go team speech.

ACK. THE CUT IN ART. SO PRETTY. ill probably make another post for screenshots.

red hood time. finally. jason the buddhist monk and his joker hunt sidequest. a part of jasons lashing out at harley is framed in a way that makes it look like a sexual assault imo, so it's giving some mixed emotions. like if this turns out to just be some regular farmers this would be a "stranger breaks in and gropes your wife while threatening you" kinda deal. i mean they went ass shot to jason grabbing her and holding her like. ack. like hes holding her like that so he can break her arm but u gotta trust me it looks Bad. not to just narrate the entire scene but its a lot. jason's pissed and scary, the art is very pretty, im sacred and a little. you know. youve seen me post you know how i am.

this movie kinda. i personally think it wouldve looked better in 2d.

"if you knew him like i did" bruce... also mr j and harley are fully amnesiac so jason the effectively traumatize 2 strangers for no reason. jokerquinn gets a happy ending by becoming farmers. "we'll take them back with us-" NO??? THIS IS LITERALLY THEIR HAPPY ENDING?? THIS IS THEIR BEST/ONLY SHOT AND TRUE REHABILITATION BRUCE. BRINGING THEM BACK WOULD BE PURE STUPIDITY AND/OR SELFISHNESS.

jason saying bruce but bruce saying red hood...

whoops. they still remember, so bruce is just a dumb hoe who thought he and joker had something special.

why are there penguins here. like actual penguins. and why does slade have a gf.

red hood has my fav voice acting of the boys tbh, the others sound a bit clunky. and is ivy also tara. she sounds a bit like tt03 raven.

mech battle. slade is still hot. even if he is a cringe old man. HARVEY BUDDHA BOT?

dami should get to keep his monkey friend. as a treat.

THIS ISNT SKYRIM I DONT THINK HORSES CAN RUN LIKE THAT

ok two face is funny. coin said i gotta beat ur ass now. literal "switching on a dime" behavior

hi welcome back to robot wars. fight scenes are really hit or miss for me, i love em or i fall asleep. smth smth. joker moment. clowns doing the heavy lifting. and where is harley getting her hair dye from, or is that a wig?

fun fact! red spider lilies (the flower growing from jokers gas bomb) symbolize death <3

aaaaand we're back to mech battles. voltron assemble or whatever.

dami almost gets squished trying to save monkey

bruce. bruce are you having an autism event or are you being rude on purpose. anyways give the dues ex macina to dami he deserves it more. baby boy can play the flute so good <3

"momi?" "whos she" a monkey friend tim. obviously.

THE MONKEYS ARE HELPING HIM PLAY IM GONNA LOSE IT. thats so unrealistic but its sooooooooo cute.

m. monkey.

damian is having the time of his life fr

damian is no longer having the time of his life

bats. bat monkey. b. batman? how.

fire no match for batman made of monkeys and bats. anime punch.

Nightwing Vs Penguin, Red Hood Vs Deathstroke, Red Robin Vs Two Face, Robin Vs Poison Ivy

damian that was not a joke. A for effort tho.

ok so the amnesia WAS real but smth smth plant magic.

joker that is not what a joke is. you're worse that damian.

4 barrels, who do you think you are deathstroke. the guy who killed the prime minister of japan? HARLEY? harley. this frame gets its own post she straight up licked her. and thats a lot of bare monkey ass. blah blah they blow up robot. "keep your tongue to yourself" blushing rn

batjokes sword fight, im bored again. joker has a boner. who give a shit. bruce bores me in that special way of his. i am once again reminded about why i can only ever pay attention to him when Dick is involved. if someone else doesnt show up soon my eyes are gonna roll back into my head. joker is not funny enough to make this interesting. hes kinda hot tho. is it just me or are the animators losing steam towards the end of this. im. im bored. oh i missed the fans, those were cool, its nice to see them one last time. blah blah kill joker- wait a minu- ok nvm. coward. batjokes should die together an share a grave. in main canon even.

gonna cry over monkichi brb. at least he has monmi. his sister? gf? both?

ok so by the credits i assume this movie was originally in japanese. anyways. after credits. bruce does wayne stuff, selina does catwoman things. pfft. old style batcart dents a strangers car.

harley and ivy were tara strong ofc, and apparently jason and dami shared a VA, i didnt even notice that. so did dick and alfred. and grodd and deathstroke. a lot of double casting.

#batman ninja reactions

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countessofravenclaw · 1 year

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The 2022 writing Advent calendar: Day 5

5. Nutcracker AU

14-year-old Ambar Smith walked down to stairs, every hair just right, pinned in the hairdo she had spent almost an hour on. She was wearing a red glittering dress which definitely would catch some eyes as she descended to the light and spendler or her godmother’s Christmas party.

She had hosted them for as long as Ambar could remember. She had not been allowed to attend until she had been 10. The party was grand… and the most boring thing in the world. It was all nods and handshakes and forced polite smiles. But Ambar had been trained for this her whole life, she was perfect, she could act perfect.

“Ambar.” Sharon greeted her with a firm polite smile, just like always. “Come here. You do remember my busin…”

The night felt like it dragged on for ages. Ambar tried her best not to let it show how bored she was. She wished her whole heart that she could have just gone to Roller, but her godmother would have never allowed it. It was all about the appearances.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!” Suddenly the door opened and Alfredo, Sharon’s father was standing at the door.

“Father, what a surprised!” Sharon greeted him with normal cool and collected demeanor, but Ambar was able to tell that she was annoyed. “I thought you would not be able to make it.”

“How would I ever miss your fabulous parties,” Alfred laughed, “that is the one quality you got from me. I brought presents.”

“Those can wait, dad,” Sharon’s tone kept getting cooler, “We have guests.”

Ambar sat down on the couch for the rest of the evening. She only looked up from her though as she saw a gift wrapped in silver wrapping paper being slid in front of her. She looked up and saw Alfredo’s smiling face.

“This is for you Ambar. Open it before Sharon comes and catches us.”

Ambar smiled back and picked the gift up. She could have just ripped the paper off, but she had been raised to be as proper as possible, so she just elegantly opened the paper up from its folds.

The wrapping paper revealed a beautiful wood-carved nutcracker. It appeared to be hand-painted and all the details must have needed hours of detailed work. Something about the nutcracker's facial features really intrigued Ambar, she did not know why.

“What are you doing?” Ambar looked up and saw her godmother looming over them.

“Just giving Ambat her Christmas gift,” Alfredo answered, “I found that nutcracker when I was in Mexico, it is originally handmade…”

“Father, Ambar is too old to play with such toys,” Sharon scoffed. Then she reached out and quickly took the nutcracker off from Ambar’s hands. Ambar wanted to protest but knew better than do so and cause a scene. She watches as Sharon put the nutcracker on top of the fireplace

The clock was striking midnight and Ambar tip toad her way down the stairs at the mansion. She was afraid she would wake somebody up, and get scolded about not being in bed, but she had to get her nutcracker back.

All the Christmas lights had been left on, and Ambar took a moment to appreciate the beauty they created in the mansion living room when it was empty and silent… so peaceful.

She tiptoes her way through the hall and the living room. She saw her nutcracker on the fireplace mantel, illuminated by all the lights. She reached up and grabbed it…

She must have blacked pit for a moment since she woke off from the floor… and everything looked so huge. The three looked like it was at least 20 meters tall. Had she shrunken? How, why…?

Suddenly she screamed into the night as a dark figure was looming over her. She froze as it took a step forward towards her… bent down… and offered and hand to her. She, maybe against her better judgment, took it.

The hand felt wooden and big? What was this? As Ambar was pulled up, the figure’s face came into the light.

Ambar gasped again. It was the nutcracker.

“Are you alright fair maiden?” The nutcracker asked with a voice that sounded faintly Mexican.

“Yes, I am,” Ambar answered confused.

“We must get you to safety.” The nutcracker raise his sword and dodged behind the tree, pulling Ambat with him.

“Safety? Safe from what?”

“The mouse army is coming!”

“Mouse?!” Ambar started panicking, “We don’t have mice here!”

“The king's army will be coming,” The nutcracker said, determination in his voice, “Wait here.”

Ambar sat in the corner as the nutcracker rolled out from under the tree. He had been right, Ambar could clearly hear noises of battle… but with mice? She was not sure.

Then it suddenly became silent. Ambar carefully peeked from under the tree and then started crawling.

She stood up and started walking towards the fireplace. She did not see the nutcracker anywhere, but just a dark siluet in the middle of the room.

“What happened here?” Ambar asked confused, “Where is the nutcracker?”

“I am right here,” the man said with the same Mexican aspect. “I was able to defeat the Mouse King, and so my curse was lifted.”

“Curse? What on earth are you talking about?”

The man suddenly stepped into the light. He had the same facial features as the Nutcracker. “I was able to become a human again. My name is Simon, what is yours?”

“Ambar” she just stared, and she had to admit he was quite handsome.

“Ambar, that is a really beautiful name,” Simon said and took Ambar’s hand and kissed it.

“Ambar? Ambar?! AMBAR!!!” Ambar shook awake on the front seat of the car after Simon had nudged her for the millionth time.

“What?” Ambar rubbed her eyes, “Did I fall asleep?”

“Yes, you did,” Simon laughed. “But were here.” Ambar looked around and saw that they were parked in front of the theatre.

“And you were so afraid that I’d fall asleep during that ballet,” Simon continued laughing, “Delfi and Pedro are waiting for us.”

So, there we have a really condensed version of the Nutcracker story, featuring Simbar

#2022 Writing DCLA+ advent calendar #Soy LUna #Simbar #Nutcracker

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viewfromplanetx · 1 year

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Samurai film reviews 4 (or for you Brits Sam-mew-rye)

Jatoichi - This is a musical about a blind (more on that later) masseur. Hot chicks, a hot ladyboy, So many retards. To the left, to the right, running around in circles, bumbling in mud, hitting each other with sticks—great choreography! Hang around for the big dance number finale. And, for the last time and for crying out loud, is he blind or not???

Three Outlaw Samurai - What’s a “three outlaw”? Three strikes and you’re out? Need to make better use of commas and dashes people. Anyway, this cheeky flick tells the tale of a traveling mariachi band called The Three Amigos who find themselves in hot straits when some fooktarded Daimyo’s daughter is kidnapped and held for ransom. Hilarity ensues due to mistaken identity, shenanigans and other hi-jinx. Eventually, they’re forced to eat millet. So, they cheese it and leave the pesky villagers to fend for themselves.

Hidden Blade - Not Hidden Fortress. I won’t make that mistake again. Hot chicks? check. Retards? check. Wangs? check. Blood and guts? double check. Swords? yes. Machine guns? can’t say I like that. Japanese Hitler? WTF? 8[

Afro Samurai Resurrection - This turd of a movie will make you wish you had just stuck with the Criterion Collection. What the heck’s a Crunchyroll anyways? Sounds vaguely sexual. Sure, this flick checks all the boxes and then some (evil teddy bear, evil robots, big tiddie waifu), but him and his janky-ass sword are just way too chipper for my tastes.

Harakiri - Gaaawd damn that was hard to watch. This film was made by Alfred Hitchcock during his Blue Period when he only used black and white film with mono soundtrack. It’s the fast-paced story of a down and out Ronin and his dwindling family. The family is so small and poor that at one point they use their infant son as a piece in a Parcheesi game. The ancient Chinese pastime is symbolic here of a life without care. As in, he don’t care bout nuthin so why not just off it. Rated PG-13 for graphic scenes of disembowelment with a dull bamboo cheese spreader. (I would’ve puked if it was in full color and surround sound) Overall, I would give it 2.5 out of 5 stars, if I used stars.

7 Samurai - The timeless tale of 7 star-crossed lovers. How does that work? Well, the pesky villagers are always looking for them. What else could they be doing? Remakes include: The Magnificent Seven (twice over), Battle Beyond the Stars, Star Wars the Clone Wars episode Bounty Hunters, The Mandalorian episode Sanctuary, Samurai 7, Seven Samurai 20XX (video game). Who knows how many others credited or otherwise. My favorite scene is of them chowing on millet gruel and whinging about it. Meanwhile, other Ronin are so hungry they threaten harakiri for a few Parcheesi pieces.

Battle Beyond the Stars - This is an avant-garde movie by Akira Kurosawa consisting of 9 hours of blackness. Avant-garde is Latin for “long sad/boring.” Beyond the stars there’s nothing. No matter, therefore no way to measure distance. Without distance there’s no way to mark time. All photons are collocated. So, no film can be exposed and nothing happens. There is no “creation” event, so no God either. Joseph Campbell and George Lucas are rolling in their graves.

Oh, wait, I see the problem. I was on Peacock and the app crashed (again!). Guess I just wasted 9 hours staring at a blank screen. Anyway, the UFO (universal fix operation)—off and back on—fixed it.

Battle Beyond the Stars - After most of the retards and a couple hot chicks are killed on his planet Lil Pray’ree, John-boy (don’t mention his m-m-m-mole) takes off in his spaceship the SS Teabagger to tour the galaxy on a sex vacation. At first he’s chased by lobotomized morons but quickly escapes due to the nagging of the B-ahtch 9000 computer. On his way he meets a princess, a lizard, a hairless wookiee named Jorge and things blow up. Unfortunately, he returns with only seven ships full of dudes and chicks and… others, all of whom are virgins except one or two. I’m guessing the villagers molest all of them. I don’t know, couldn’t finish the thing due to 10 hours staring at the tiny screen on my phone.

Samurai Cheddar - Okay, I made that up. But, it seems like you can put any random words ahead or behind “Samurai” and there’s a flick by that name. Extra points for using a number—1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 13, 47, 300 and 20XX are taken.

#movies #samurai #satire #spoiler #movie review

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An Albanian family had encamped

Our carriage of the morning took us back to the Piraeus about half-past nine. The night was most lovely, and the solemn effect of the Acropolis in the clear moonlight, with Hymettus in the distance, more impressive than anything I had ever seen. Everything was still along the road, except at the halfway shed, where the same people appeared to have been lounging about since the morning. The water in the harbor was like glass, and the air so transparent, that the sharp outline of the vessels lying even at a considerable distance, was most remarkable. Amongst these was H. M. S. Sharpshooter, which will perhaps account for my hearing the air of “ Jim Crow ” played on a violin in the “ grogs- shop.” But beyond this absurdity, nothing broke the silence, and, before the quivering ripples that our boat produced had quite died away, I had gone down to my berth for the first time — the temperature being considerably lower than before; and, very tired with the day’s work, soon fell asleep.

SMYRNA

Five o’clock the next morning, the 29th, all the old noise began again — the same frightful riot, clanking of chains, bawling and stamping overhead, that appeared necessary to move the steamer—in the middle of which they shut down our hatchway, and threw a tarpaulin over it, which brought me from my berth in an instant.

I found we had taken in several deck passengers — chiefly Greeks. An Albanian family had encamped in the flat-boat upon deck. There was a young man and his wife, her brother, a very old woman, and a baby; and they had made a perfect nest of bedding, carpets, and baggage, in which they all huddled. There was a look of extreme misery and broken spirit about these poor people that was excessively painful. They did not appear to have anything more than a melon or two, and some coarse bread, for their stores; and they drank the tepid water from a tub on deck. Our little milliners took the baby under their care in the cabin, for which the mother — a mere girl herself—was most grateful. The conveyanoe was effected entirely by pantomime, for each was ignorant of the other’s language, and very prettily it was done. The family was bound to Smyrna, to pack figs—a wretched employment enough, I should imagine, but one which appeared to be worth the migration. The girl’s head was dressed in the manner I had seen most prevalent at Athens. First, she wore the common scarlet skull-cap, bound round with a yellow handker chief. Over this, again, her long black hair was wound, neatly plaited; and about it, but irregularly, were hung a few trifling coins, with holes bored in them. The effect altogether was novel and graceful.

Our course lay amongst many islands, none of them striking; and, indeed, some were bare stony hills, rising at once from the sea. We could only read to get through the day, for it was again too hot to talk, and no particularly exciting events occurred. The cabin-boy, to be sure, was found out in telling stories, and sentenced to have his hair cut close to his head, for a punishment, which was done by an amateur hand, in a fashion the most extraordinary ; and the cook, who had been six years with Cavaignae, and three with Changarnier, in Afriea, had a row with the com- missaire, or purser, because the passengers had complained of his fricassee de Poulet that morning, suggesting that it was made from the results of the preceding chief cabin dinner; and would not stand any more omelets. ’So he promised that special fowls should be reserved for the next dish, and that an artful compound of eggs and onions, which lie termed ceufs d la tripe, should supersede the omelettes; and thus harmony was restored, and the day wore lazily on rose festival tour.

Virginia and Pauline dressed and undressed the baby every half-hour, and made it a little coat, amidst a pitiless storm of badinage. The Marseilles brunette was lost in a volume of Alfred de Musset’s poetry. I did* not see what she was reading, but if congeniality had led her to reflect upon the Andalouse, her thoughts must have been more or less remarkable. Our phrenologist had fixed the American to a game of chess, played upon a little portable board, with card men that slipped into the squares, and were difficult to be distinguished; and the rest of the* folks sent the winged moments flying upon wreaths of cigar smoke, as they re-read old newspapers, or lay down in their berths. However, night came at last; and when we awoke the next morning at daybreak, we were informed that we were approaching Smyrna.

#An Albanian family had encamped

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taksimhookah · 2 years

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