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i'd like to think you could just walk into a diner in national city and see supergirl (costume and all, no fucks given) and lena luthor making out like teenagers in a corner booth

[Ao3]

The first time Supergirl comes to The Intergalactic, she’s thrown straight through its glass doors by a giant space lizard.

It’s really not how Ellie imagined meeting the city’s superhero. It’s not that she thought she’d actually ever meet Supergirl, least of all at work. Tucked away in a side-street near National City University and surviving in a cramped space, with minimal staff, and decor left from the beginning of the Space Age, The Intergalactic mostly sees harried college students and late-night party-goers in need of some fuel. Alien attacks and billowing capes are usually not on the menu.

She has no time to be disappointed by the circumstances of their chance meeting, though. She cannot feel anything beyond absolute terror, really, given the giant space lizard that just made the Girl of Steel demolish their sleepy burger joint’s entrance.

But then, Supergirl climbs back to her feet as she always does, shoulders squared, arms raised, ready to fight. She winces a little at the damage, shooting an apologetic smile towards Ellie before she’d fly up up and away, dragging the lizard into the sky with her. The sight of it is so fucking cool that for a second, Ellie is even distracted from the absolute wreckage around her.

(Then, her shoes almost catch fire and she’s brought back to the cold, hard, rubble-covered ground of reality.)

Later, when the news reports are loud with praise for another successful Super-save, and Ellie has managed to sweep up most of the broken glass and endured a hysterical call from her boss, Supergirl touches down in front of their doors again.

“Hello,” she waves with a little smile. She still has soot marks on her face, but she stands tall, impossibly dashing. “I’m very sorry for the commotion,” she says, before Ellie could even process the fact that the hero of National City is at her doorstep, again, engaging with her in casual conversation. “I just wanted to check in and see if everyone here was alright.”

“You just fought with an alien lizard,” Ellie blurts out, and Supergirl shrugs, in a hey, just another day on the job kinda way.

“Dracokardosian, actually. Doesn’t matter,” she adds quickly, then plants her hands on her hips. The Super-pose. It makes her shoulders seem even wider, the fabric of her suit straining against her upper arms. Ellie feels giddy. “Listen, I’ll make sure you’ll be reimbursed for the damage, but can I lend a hand with anything?”

“We’re fine, I think. It’s only the storefront that got hit– that you hit. No great damage, no injuries.” Supergirl smiles with palpable relief, and Ellie feels the need to ramble on, to keep her there, to bask in the glory of the superhero a little longer. The smell of still-hot frying oil wafting from the kitchen gives her the prompt before she’d even think about it. “Would you like a burger?”

Supergirl looks at her with a confused frown.

“Aren’t you guys closed up yet?”

“I mean, it’s not like we can really close right now,” Ellie shrugs, gesturing towards the gaping hole where the diner’s entrance used to be. It earns an amused little snort from Supergirl, just enough of a boost for Ellie to press on, heart beating in her throat. “Plus, you’re the only reason the place is still standing at all and I’d really like to be able to brag about having served Supergirl, like how many places get to do that?“

“Well, there’s this great patisserie on Lamarr Ave,” Supergirl says, forehead crinkling in concentration as she mulls over the answer. “And then my regular Chinese place, and this café in Paris–” She cuts herself off with a grin. “Okay, point taken. I would love one. But mind if I fix your door in the meantime?”

Ellie nods so vehemently that she gives herself a headrush.

“It’s a deal.”

Supergirl touches a hand to her earpiece, speaking low and incomprehensible before she’d speed away again and Ellie saunters off to the kitchen.

Inside, Jay is half-napping over the sink. He wakes from his slumber with dark, bleary eyes and stares in disbelief as Ellie rattles off the order, until she tells him it’s for Supergirl. He laughs first (yeah, and I’m the Virgin Mary), then takes a peek outside where Supergirl now busy welding the new doors using her heat vision, with a swarm of nanites hovering nearby for assistance. She stops for a second to wave at them: Ellie feels her heart fluttering and Jay gets all red and sweaty, rushing back to the kitchen and getting to it with such dedication as if the diner making it into the Michelin Guide depended on it.

By the time he’s done, The Intergalactic is sporting a brand new, shiny pair of doors, and Supergirl is sitting in a booth, excitedly drumming on a table with her fingers. Then, one burger swiftly turns into three, plus six sides of fries, two milkshakes, and some fried onions for good measure, Supergirl wolfing it all down at a speed fitting her superhuman appetite. She still finds the time to entertain Ellie and Jay with details of her fight between bites (his name is Spike, he was just scared), joking around with them with such geniality that makes her seem more like one of the nicer jocks from NCU, not a demigod in a supersuit. She’s sunshine personified. She compliments the food about half a dozen times (Jay blushes so hard that his face ends up looking like a ripe tomato), leaves a tip large enough to foot the bill twice, and even though it’s nearing midnight by the time she steps outside, Ellie feels a heavy pang in her heart to watch her leave. Supergirl smiles and waves them goodbye, and Ellie manages to run outside just as she takes off, yelling after her:

“See you again!”

She thinks she can see Supergirl wink at her before she speeds away.

The second time Supergirl visits the diner, it’s been well over a month since the space lizard incident, and Ellie has honestly given up on ever seeing the Girl of Steel in person again. It’s just past the mid-day rush, the diner mostly emptied out, the staff finally getting a breather. She’s busy cleaning the tables in the back when Lev walks up to her, poking her arm.

“Hey, am I tripping, or is that really Supergirl?”

Ellie turns around at lightning speed, just in time to catch Supergirl leaning against the empty counter with a friendly smile.

"Can I get a booth?” She asks, courteously ignoring the way Lev’s jaw is hanging wide open. “Your burgers smell so fantastic, my mouth has been watering all the way from Metropolis.”

Ellie’s shaking with so much nervous energy that she thinks she might start vibrating like the Flash.

“Make yourself comfortable wherever, I’ll be right with you!”

Supergirl is, well, just super.

Her visits to The Intergalactic are infrequent enough that the place doesn’t get hounded by paps, or Super-fans, or any villain of the week; arriving almost always in off-hours, when the place is almost as empty as the street outside. But her appearances are plenty enough for every single member of the staff to fall head over heels in love with her. She turns out to be just as ridiculously kind and nice as the CatCo fluff pieces would have the public believe: always praising the food, being as courteous with the staff as she is game to take selfies with them. She chats with Lev about their college studies, gives Ellie an air-lift when her car breaks down one night. She makes people smile just by walking through the door.

She’s the best part of the job.

When Supergirl turns up with Lena Luthor at her side one day, Ellie’s already so used to the outlandishness of their superhero regular that she’s only moderately shaken to see the most notorious public figure of National City striding into the diner with her.

She still almost bites down on her tongue and trips over, because holy shit, Lena Luthor is a sight. There’s always a touch of unreal about Supergirl’s appearance – maybe it’s the suit, maybe it’s the knowledge that she’s an alien, maybe it’s the fact that she always looks like she’s glowing from the inside. Her towering physique and artfully drawn features are awing, but they also seem just right for a superhero.

But Lena Luthor is only an ordinary human, and no ordinary human, all-powerful CEO or not, should look like a Greek goddess personified.

Ellie is so engrossed that she doesn’t even notice at first how Supergirl’s hand is resting on the small of Miss Luthor’s back, how they’re standing so close that their shoulders brush together, Lena Luthor leaning just slightly against the hero.

“Quaint,” she murmurs, low and amused, and though there’s nothing unkind about it, Ellie’s suddenly very aware of how pristine she looks in the middle of their greasy little diner. (Shit, her clothes must be worth more than the whole place.) But then, before she could get flustered, Supergirl snorts, bumping Miss Luthor’s shoulder with a grin.

“Don’t knock it till you try it.”

Their rapport is so charming that at first, it doesn’t even register with Ellie how downright smitten Lena Luthor’s smile is in response to Supergirl’s teasing.

Lena Luthor turns out to be super in her own ways. She’s more reserved than Supergirl, more guarded about her appearances, too, but disarmingly nice all the same. The tabloid headlines screaming ice queen and megalomaniac seem more and more ridiculous with every visit – there’s very little that says Mad Luthor about the small, overworked young woman who makes a point of asking about her day and leaves large enough tips that they can refit the whole kitchen with it and fix up the back room.

They keep odd hours those days, though, popping in for early morning coffees, or late, late night snacks. They share a plate more often than not, and the sight of Supergirl stealing a bite off of Lena Luthor’s fork becomes somewhat of a regular occurrence. (In no particular order, so does the following: Lena Luthor’s head resting on Supergirl’s shoulders, eyes fluttered shut; Supergirl leaning forward a little so Lena Luthor can press a goodbye kiss to her cheek before the superhero would fly off with a grin; Lena Luthor wiping some grease from the corner of Supergirl’s mouth with an indescribably fond smile).

It starts feeling like something that’s just meant to be.

Ellie doesn’t know whether it’s their first kiss or not when she witnesses it.

She’d never want to pry, either. It’s only by accident that she sees it happen at all. But she does see it, late one night, when Supergirl and Miss Luthor are huddled together in one of the booths in the back.

They look a little tired now – Supergirl’s cape is half off her shoulder, Lena Luthor’s hair let down and a touch messy, jarringly for her usually so put-together appearance – but sweet, too, as they always do, and utterly enamored. Supergirl’s hand is cradling Lena’s chin, Lena’s hands are buried in her golden mane, their lips pressing together gently, both of them smiling radiantly, lost in their own world. Then Lena presses forward a little, pushing Supergirl against her seat, and Ellie turns away with a burning face and starts scrubbing a table so hard that she risks putting a hole through the damn thing, trying to pretend she didn’t hear the breathless, overjoyed laugh echoing through the empty room.

It is, strictly speaking, not an issue that National City’s power couple has picked your place of work to be their makeout spot. Supergirl’s still the nicest person alive and Miss Luthor’s tipping habits have only grown more generous. They just take the booth that’s the farthest in the back, Ellie tries not to bother them too much, and if someone catches a glimpse of a red cape or a striking jawline, an emphatic glare and Just be cool, man usually does the trick.

Heroes, they’re just like us.

#Anonymous #supercorp #supercorp fic #my fic #anon you've probably literally sent this three years ago and this is what i am like as a person. if ur still out there: hi

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monstersdownthepath · 24 days

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Monster Spotlight: Mamiwa

CR 2

Neutral Tiny Outsider

Module: Ire of the Storm, pg. 63

These adorable salamander-like creatures form within the hearts of massive rainstorms, birthed from the confluence of air and water elemental energy. They are curious, playful, excitable, and investigative as any puppy brought into a new home... but unfortunately for everyone involved, they love to frolic out in their birth storm, where their playful investigations--such as opening up doors, crawling into stormdrains and gutters, or pushing objects over--can cost people their homes or even their very lives as the Mamiwa unintentionally expose people to hurricane winds, flash floods, or bolts of lightning. Because so many of them are literally newborns during their initial "rampage," they do not yet have the ability to conceptualize consequences, or understand that the storms which birthed them are dangerous to most other forms of life.

This, unfortunately, means the majority of Mamiwa are sought out and destroyed, either as self-defense during the storm or by hunters afterwards who tire of its destructive antics. Unfortunately for everyone, these tiny lizards are quite capable of defending themselves; they have no true resistances or immunities beyond those conveyed by the Elemental subtype (which, granted, IS quite powerful defensively!), but they DO have both a formidable swim AND fly speed to keep them out of reach of most beings capable of killing their tiny, squishy selves in one round, like most adventuring parties. They also have enough offense to perhaps get attackers to reconsider, capable of using an Elemental Blast as a ranged touch attack to deal 2d6 Cold or Electricity damage.

If you're wondering why it's "or," that's because every dawn the Mamiwa selects Air or Water, which determines its Elemental Alignment for the day. An Air-aligned salamander gains 5 points of Electricity resistance, its blast deals Electric damage, and gains the ability to speak and understand Auran. Water-aligned is all about Cold, gaining 5 resistance, dealing Cold damage with its blast, and learns Aquan instead. Regardless of its alignment, it remains Vulnerable to Fire, so any creature capable of wielding flames can quickly put the little lizards on the back foot.

... Provided, of course, that it's not raining. Y'know, like from the storm they were born in? It gets a lot harder to use mundane OR magic fire during a storm for entirely different reasons (rainfall and concentration checks, respectively), which in a way sort of gives the illusion of a parent shielding its child from harm. Cute! And have another cute fact: Mamiwa can telepathically speak with any creature within 100ft so long as both creatures are caught in the same rain, though this doesn't have to be the same storm that birthed the creature. Rain Speaker triggers in ANY rain, even if that rain is summoned!

Despite their destructive potential, they're not Evil or even particularly Chaotic. Any creature with the will and ability to speak with the creatures can often steer them away from their more ruinous shenanigans, especially if the spirits are informed of the danger they pose to the beings they're trying to investigate. Take care to treat them like you would any child tearing its way into the home of an animal without regard (or reason to consider) the animal's safety... and remember that this child has a preposterously effective taser at one end.

Diffusing the difficult situation without bloodshed can earn you more than just EXP, though. Mamiwa are unstable from the day they're born, needing to spend minutes a day in stasis to weave their forms back together and stay whole, and if they become too damaged, their very being may unravel back into elemental energy even if they're healed. They primarily avoid this by fusing themselves into objects with shreds of elemental energy or association with an element, such as fans or ships, but they can also avoid this by attuning themselves with a 7th level caster and become a Familiar, the arcane bond permanently stabilizing them so long as their bonded caster remains alive.

Not only does a caster get an effective translator and a mini elemental cannon, but they can use the Mamiwa's ability to fuse with manmade objects to grand an item an Elemental Infusion! This powerful ability lets the salamander slip into any weapon or armor it's adjacent to for upwards to 3 minutes a day (more if it has more HD; it can split this into minute-long chunks too). Depending on the little lizard's Elemental Alignment, an infused piece of gear gains resistance to Cold or Electricity and grants its wearer the same resistance if it's infusing armor! If it's infused into a weapon, the weapon deals an extra 1d6 points of Cold or Electricity damage, stacking with any enchantments the weapon already has. I feel like I should also point out that if you happen to be wearing armor spikes, you get both sides of the infusion.

Mamiwa are unharmed if the object they're infusing is destroyed (though they do become staggered), allowing some potentially clever plays with thrown alchemy weapons, but that feels like a waste; what martial character would say no to an extra 1d6 elemental damage on their weapon attacks? That kind of bonus only gets better as you level up and gain more attacks!

The Mamiwa is not only useful for the bonded caster themselves, but their martial allies! To say nothing of what it can do for a Magus... And all you have to do to secure one is NOT kill the critter that electrocuted a guard when they tried to stop it from blasting down some poor couple's door!

You can read more about them here.

#monster spotlight #cr 1 to 5 #pathfinder #dungeons and dragons #familiar spotlight

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thunderbirds-showdown · 3 months

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Which Thunderbirds Are Go episode is better?

Vote on which episode you think is better. Episode synopses below the cut.

Ring of Fire Part 2: Due to The Hood’s seismic destabilisers along the ocean floor, the earthquakes along the tectonic plate known as the ‘Ring of Fire’ have begun to affect countries along the fault line. When a large solar array in Taipei shifts and poses a risk to the city, Scott and Virgil are sent to prevent the city from being set ablaze and rescue trapped workers from inside the building.

Attack of the Reptiles: Buddy and Ellie Pendergast venture into the Mulokamba valley in Africa to search of an elusive creature. When they fail to return, Scott and Gordon fly out in Thunderbird 1 to look for them. After Gordon parachutes down into the valley he finds Ellie and both get chased by giant lizards. They also discover giant fruits and they find Buddy at an abandoned research complex, which had been developing a growth serum. They must now find a way to get out of the valley without getting eaten by the reptiles.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderfam #tumblr polls #polls showdown #tournament poll #tumblr showdown

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medics-secret-shipfic-folder · 10 months

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Concept Art for Pelmeni, The Gnocchi Wyrm

Pelmeni, The Gnocchi Wyrm - Pelmeni is an interesting creature. Originally born from the Shadow Blight, Pelmeni was created to be a Carrier for the Blight, capable of spreading the infection far and wide. Pelmeni originally took the form of a small, three-headed lizard with an attitude problem. However, during the events of Take Back The Fortress, Pelmeni was inadvertently purified with a Holy Ark, completely purging the Blight from his body and severing all ties he had to the Shadow Blight itself. This supposedly killed Pelmeni on the spot, but instead created an adorable critter in his place. Pelmeni is something known as a 'Bugaboo,' a rare classification of monster that are created when a Blight monster is purified. These monsters are abnormally friendly and cartoonishly adorable, posing absolutely no threat to humanity. Interestingly, Bugaboos are even capable of forming bonds with humans. Pelmeni is no exception, as he immediately bonded to Heavy shortly after being created. Pelmeni contains trace amounts of fire energy within his body, allowing him to breath tiny spurts of flame. Despite his small size and poor flying skills, Pelmeni is surprisingly effective against other Blight monsters.

My Deviantart!

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #take back the fortress #pelmeni #my art

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melishade · 6 months

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Hello

Can I request a reunion between Megatron and Predaking in the Predaking timeline. These two have a lot of shit to deal with, and since they're both working on each other, maybe it won't end in a fight. Besides, Hange would probably ask Predaking something every now and then

Part 6: The agreement

They technically had a reunion. Predaking tried to kill Megatron and then came to the island with Kenshin on his back. But I finally have an idea to pick up where I left off.

So Predaking goes and searches for the Warriors beyond Hizuru's borders. He remembered hearing from Kenshin regarding a war in the Middle East and follows the smell of iron, metal, blood, and energon. After searching, he finds the remnants of a war-torn battlefield. He sees the corpses of humans and the rotting bones of the energon titans. Predaking is curious. He wants to know more, and he picks up an active smell of blood and energon before following it. His flying still carries on into the night and he finds the end of the trail. It's in the forest. With no one there. Something was wrong. Then he recognizes it.

Predaking quickly dodges gunfire as Pieck attacks him with the Panzer Unit on her back. Predaking doesn't fly away yet but still does defend himself. He shrouds himself in the foliage and trees as the Panzer Unit continues to fire at him. Predaking does notice the way that Pieck's veins glow and that her eyes are blue. This...thing had energon in it! An organic had energon! Predaking doesn't know if he should be disgusted or angry. Someone had clearly defied order for their own gain, and after the incident with Unicron. He wasn't keen on repeating that again.

Pieck is trying to get a good visual on this creature that had been following them but she can't tell what it looks like or where it is. All she sees is an outline. But then her comrades call for her. She sees in her vision a massive metal lizard standing tall with something orange burning in its chest. That light crawl from its chest, up its neck, to its mouth. Before Pieck could muster a thought, Predaking fires at her. His attack burns the Panzer Unit to a crisp and left her with severe burns. Predaking, thinking Pieck is dead, flies off. But Pieck is still alive and manages to catch a glimpse of Predaking flying away in the moonlight before passing out.

The Marleyan units find her and bring her to safety. They were already heading back to Liberio and they needed to get her to safety. Megatron, posing as Matthew, is stunned to hear that Pieck was attacked and fatally wounded while also losing her Panzer Unit. Megatron listens in on the conversation being had, and he realizes that from Pieck's description is that of Predaking. Predaking encountered Pieck, and now Marley was aware of Predaking.

Now Megatron has been making efforts to avoid Predaking, but now he is so fucking angry right now. His stupid stunt may have just costed them all everything! Megatron obviously doesn't tell Zeke. That night, Megatron actively goes to Hizuru and demands Predaking to wake up! Predaking is fully ready to attack him out of tiredness and anger but Megatron demands to know what the hell he was doing in Marley! Why was he involved in the Middle Eastern War?! Predaking said he wanted to see what these Warriors! Megatron, despite his own fear, chews Predaking out for his stupidity! Because the Cart Titan is still alive and Marley is aware of his existence! That compromises Hizuru! That compromises the crown! That compromises Paradis long term and Megatron's own mission! Megatron calls Predaking out for still valuing his savage might instead of actually using cunning! He's not thinking at all!

Predaking can't help but get angry. He never cared about the humans and rightfully calls him out on it. He suddenly cares for these humans! Does he care that the Rumbling will get activated?! Why is he putting so much effort in the first place?! Megatron justifies it as his own personal gain, but Predaking rightfully doesn't believe him. Megatron doesn't care, and orders Predaking to stay away from Marley. Predaking feels threatened and warns Megatron about Mikasa, but Megatron reminds him of Kenshin and the people that worship him. That they will die if he does something stupid like this again.

Predaking wants to kill him, but he doesn't have anything else he could say that would paint him in the right. Megatron takes his silence as confirmation before flying back to Paradis.

(Wow. I have not touched up on this story in a while.)

#attack on prime #transformers prime #tfp #attack on titan #snk #aot #shingeki no kyojin #send me asks #asks #ao3 #tfp predaking #predaking #megatron #tfp megatron #aot pieck #pieck finger #what if tfp predaking was in aop AKA the deity timeline #snk marley

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hostilemuppet · 2 months

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If Creek were to appear in Assumed TBT Cartoon, what kind of episode plot do you think he'd star in? Or even just tell us the episode plot you'd want him to star in.

i know its cliche but i do think the idea of him befriending one of branchs brothers is REALLY funny. this is gonna sound out of nowhere considering who i am as a person but i think in a canon compliant setting, clay is the funniest option. i cant even explain why i just think their personalities would mesh in a very entertaining way. clay starts taking yoga classes to help with his middle aged man joints and they really hit it off. well oiled robot into flying lizard pose.

i also think itd be funny if it LOOKS like its going the classic "creek is trying to get close to branchs family to mess with him", and branch spends the whole episode thinking as such and trying to sabotage their friendship (to disastrous results), but at the end of the episode you find out that creek didnt know they were related. he just thought clay was a fun guy. being called the "fun guy" again makes clay wanna break out in hives and he instantly loses interest in creek as a friend, and creek is disgusted that he ever willingly hung out with someone sharing branchs dna. branch wins! kind of. he certainly got hurt a lot throughout the episode. partial points!

#ask

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mergedshadows-fanartfunart · 1 year

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[Image description: an 10-panel line art comic from the Merged Shadows LoZ AU. Panel 1: Costa holds the hilt of the Four Sword, face obscured except for a small frown. Panel 2: Costa lifts up the sword, awed. The sword is colored in. Panel 3: Costa covers an ear with the hand not holding the sword. The sword starts to "RINNG” and Costa shouts “Ah” Panel 4: The next 4 panels are split up by the Four Swords, each one’s pommel with a different color as the swords resonate with a loud “RINNNG”. In the top panel, Costa is kneeling on the ground, face obscured, yelling “Stop” Panel 5: Jay, in a liripipe hood, eyes colored green, has his hands posed to catch a ball flying towards his face. He turns his head to look where the sound is, distracted from the ball, with a “huh?” Panel 6: The panel across from Jay’s. Newt, hair in a braid with red eyes, has his hands posed to catch a lizard, which runs away. Newt looks back, eyes wide as he says “Wha-?” Panel 7: The bottom panel. Fin has long bangs obscuring one eye, wearing a sash around his waist. He is sitting on the edge of a boat, and shouts “EEK!” Panel 8: Jay pouts, cheek bruised. “Ow.” he says. Panel 9: Fin is in the water, obscured up to the top of his head, brows furrowed. Panel 10: Newt looks down, shoulders sagging as he says “Awwww my Lizard.” End ID]

Part 1 - Part 2 ^

Sword Sanctuary: Saved

Character Selection: who would you like to follow first? Jay [In The Forest], Newt [On Death Mountain], Fin [On The Ocean], or Costa [The Castle]?

Vote in the Comments or Asks. Votes close Wednesday.

Character Selections will determine who is the Player Character for the next segment. The other characters will be Paused. A Paused character will have no major plot points/votes occur, and unless they need travel time, when you return to them next it will be assumed that little to no time has passed. But you can still (and are encouraged to lol) ask them questions!

[Gif Description: A looping pixel animated character selection screen. Zelda is greyed out. The cursor first highlights Jay, who wears a green tunic and hood. Jay waves with a wink, then blows a kiss, denoted with a red heart. The cursor highlights Newt next, who wears a red tunic. Newt tilts his head and jumps up and down twice. Fin is highlighted next, who wears a blue short sleeved tunic. Fin moves his bangs out of his eyes, then looks wide-eyed, shifting into a fighting stance, bouncing side to side. Costa is highlighted last, wearing a purple tunic. He straightens up, puts his arms behind his back, then blinks and looks down. End ID]

#legend of zelda #four swords au #loz au #loz askblog #merged shadows #merged shadows comic #ms costa #ms fin #ms newt #ms jay

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dalyankiz1981 · 1 year

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Friendly reminder of the smash hit from 1979 “Money” by the Flying LIZARDS 🦎🦎 *I want MONEY, that’s what I want… 🎶 *

Sidenote: does this pose look a little familiar to anyone else? 🤔

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xbcrafted · 2 years

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The xBfam did a huge collaborative aggie board! Enjoy!

ID: A giant aggie.io board drawing. The background is a lush green prairie scene painted by @mawofthemagnetar with two hills and a blue pond between them. In the distance, a thunderstorm is gathering and rolling towards the foreground. A tree is growing near the pond, and cattails are growing in the sand on the far side of the pond. Various characters have been drawn by multiple artists into the scene as follows.

-The sun in the top left corner is a PNG of the minecraft sun, it has a drawn-on Keralis face and black drippy tendrils coming out of the back, the yellow of the sun is dripping off the face slightly.

- In the sky Scott Smajor in his Origins SMP skin is floating in a T pose far above the ground. He is near the top left corner and just below the sun.

- A Stressmonster with sparkly eyes is flying above the tree with purple butterfly wings.

- There is an ender dragon in the distant sky, exhaling a beam of purple clouds across the screen to the right.

- There is a distant, scribbled False flying through the sky to the left on the back of her giant eagle.

- In the clouds there is a "normalralis" (A Keralis drawn in a style that does not usually have a nose, drawn with a nose) with red eyes and a lightning bolt in their hand.

- In the top right corner there is a Keralis with red eyes T-posing.

- On the far right of the image there is a Canadian flag at the top of the hill.

- On the top of the hill behind the Canadian flag, there is a tiny Xb with a sniper rifle, hidden in the clouds.

- Evil Xisuma stands on the hill, cackling maniacally while summoning lightning through their raised hands.

- Wes @thetekvariety's OC, Cinder, stands in the distance beside the hill. They are wearing a purple cloak and a horned mask. They have large grey wings. They look sad.

- There is another OC standing to the left of Cinder. They are a green, lizard-like person with yellow horns and tail spines and a yellow & white sweater. They are saying "u ok?"

- xBcrafted stands in the distance behind the pond. His shadow has eyes on it and there is a floating eye between the fins of his tail.

- In the background, highlighted by a very thick beam of lightning, is XbCrafted. He is drawn in the Minecraft Dungeons Titan’s Shroud armor, which is blackened steel with glowing blue pieces in the center of the helmet and chestplate. Two bright blue horns come out of the side of the helmet. Xb is wreathed in blue and white lightning, and is staring directly at the camera.

- There is a Clownpierce (from lifesteal SMP) standing to the far left of the image. Next to him, the words "Why am I here?" are written.

- Against the left side there is a small cartoony Branzy behind the Clownpierce, running for his life from Zam and Rekrap.

- There is a bee Xisuma crashed in the tree looking dizzy, a small Keralis is right next to him. The Keralis is comforting him.

- There is another "normalralis" in the tree, he has red eyes and a nose.

- Grian is hanging down from the branch of the tree by his arms. He has parrot wings. He is looking down at Scar.

- Scar is sitting in his wheelchair looking up at the Grian hanging from the tree, drawn as if he's talking to him.

- Below the tree are several hermits, Keralis is eating grass and xB is sitting right next to him blushing. Zedaph is underneath the tree, shoveling grass into his mouth. Bdubs is sitting in the shade of the tree, next to Zedaph. He is wearing his moss hoodie and looks concerned by their behavior.

- Gem is crouched on all fours just below and in front of Zedaph and Bdubs, her mouth is full of grass and her eyes are drawn large and glowing red.

- Cub sits in the bottom left corner, with his coat tied around his waist. He appears to be playing on his phone.

- Tango is in the pond underneath the tree. Only the top of his head is visible, and there is steam coming out of the water.

- An Etho stands near the edge of the pond, casting his fishing line into it. He is smiling.

- There are two TFC's fishing next to the pond.

- In the pond is an xB and close to him is Keralis yelling out "princess!" And xB responding "hai <3" they are both seen blushing.

- There is an inflatable Flamingo in the pond. Mumbo, Iskall, and a small Keralis can be seen holding on to it.

- Jellie is laying at the top edge of the pond, sticking a paw into the water with two fish swimming below her.

- There is a Catralis hanging out with a Jellie, they are trying to catch fish.

- At the back of the pond, a sad wet Rendog who is tinted blue-green is slumped over, trudging his way through the water.

- There is an equally wet, sad looking Doc in the pond, walking slightly behind Ren.

- There is a panicked looking Hypno in the water, posed as if he is struggling to swim.

- An xB stands at the edge of the pond, watching the struggling Hypno. He has his back to the viewer and a teal and orange tail. There is a speech bubble next to him saying "lol. lmao."

- There is a small Keralis next to xB, also watching Hypno. He has a large, shiny butt and long braided hair. He is laughing.

- Jevin stands next to xB and Keralis, with his hands in his pockets. He looks concerned by Keralis's cheeks.

- A Joe Hills is face down in the water, wearing neon green swim trunks and no shirt. It is ambiguous whether he is alive.

- There is a faint Jhost rising from Joe's body, tinted green with grey chains around it.

- Pearlescent Moon is in the pond, her eyes only just coming above the waterline. Her eyes are drawn enormous, with blue and yellow rings inside the iris. She has blonde hair and a red jacket hood, and is looking upwards. She has no mouth.

- There is a small blob dream in the water, between Pearl and Joe.

- Impulse is laying on his back on the hill, looking up at the clouds.

- There is a tiny Beef on Impulse's shoulder.

- Welsknight sits contently near the very bottom of the image, crossed legged in the grass. His eyes are closed and he has removed his helmet.

- In the right foreground are two OCs, Rifter and the Skull. Rifter is a human with shoulder length and fluffy red hair, a purple eye, purple jacket, and bright blue shirt with a dark blue scarf. Over their left eye is a glitchy chunk of purple squares. They are holding the Skull, who is a bleached cow skull without horns.

- In the bottom right corner, ZombieCleo and FalseSymmetry are hanging out together on a white and red picnic blanket, Cleo is laying on her back partially in the grass and False is sitting down. - With Cleo and False, there is a Catralis napping on a picnic blanket.

End ID.

artists: @mawofthemagnetar @thetekvariety @heyhelloitsk @fluffy-papaya @newtoodles-dot-png @rocnix @mothsaviary @block-o-septy @roenais

#aggie art #xbfam #hermitcraft #Described #mcyt #mcyt fanart

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If you asked me to describe the appeal of Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, it would be this: it feels like it was written by a kid.

Admittedly, that sounds like a backhanded compliment. And in some sense, perhaps it is. But for better or worse, no other story, in any medium, so perfectly captures the feeling that it was brought to life specifically by a child’s active imagination. Hell, even saying it was “written” by a child feels too concrete a description. Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure is like one of those colossal, ongoing make-believe sessions you’d dream up with your friends on the playground, a story you would all craft together on the fly as you pretended to be heroes and villains and wield whatever nonsensical powers you could dream up. I shoot you with my energy laser! Nu-uh, my magic vampire ice powers make me immune to lasers! Oh yeah? Well I punch you with my magic punching ghost who can also stop time! Not so fast, I also have a magic punching ghost but when he punches things, he heals them! And you just keep going, making up new characters, new powers, new settings and new stories to tell within them, coming back day after day to continue the ongoing saga with second and third and fourth generations of your own make-believe heroes. Plus there’s a lot of pointless gross-out humor because you’re all like seven or eight and some dude almost being forced to lick a dirty toilet seat is still the height of comedy.

That is the appeal of Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. That is the special sauce that makes this series truly one-of-a-kind. Yes, all long-running shonen are written for kids to some extent, but only Jojo’s truly captures that primal, lizard-brain euphoria of seeing your actual childhood imagination play out before your eyes. And while that style is responsible for all this franchise’s weaknesses and lowest points as well, it provides a niche that simply is not being filled by anything else. If you want to revisit that very specific feeling of being a kid and making up grand stories with your friends, in the days before you were fettered by the expectations of professional writing and could just let your imaginations run free, then Hirohiko Araki’s almost-four-decade-long magnum opus is by far your best option. Who knows, maybe Araki actually is immortal and his childlike whimsy has remained immortal with him. It would explain a lot, honestly.

I bring all this up to put my own feelings toward Jojo’s in context. I like Jojo’s. At times, I love Jojo’s. But when I see so many Jojo’s fans who treat it like gospel, who attack anyone who enjoys it the wrong way (*cough* let people watch parts in whatever order they want *cough*), who embody all the worst aspects of toxic, possessive fandom, and I just can’t help but think... really? This? This, of all franchises, is what you’ve chosen to devote your entire personality to defending? The show that, again, feels like it was written by an actual child? This is the show we’re treating like holy text and excommunicating people for daring to criticize it or see it from a different perspective? Like, guys, come on. This is the show where Araki forgetting how powers work or retconning stuff he no longer likes is literally a running fandom joke and some of y’all losers still treat it like this sacred cow that must not be defiled on pain of death. Get over yourselves already.

Anyway, my point is, as much as I’ve enjoyed Jojo’s, I have never once taken Jojo’s seriously.

Until Stone Ocean.

Stone Ocean is the first time that Jojo’s has felt like an actual fully realized story. Not just a collection of especially dynamic poses or an often logic-less stream of consciousness, but filtering all that insanity through a narrative with genuine stakes, with characters who genuinely grow and change, all building to one of the single most bonkers endings to any anime ever that nevertheless feels like a more meaningful conclusion than any other Jojo’s has managed. It’s so good it honestly makes all the previous parts look worse by comparison. You’re telling me we could’ve had the lovable cast of Diamond is Unbreakable with a plot that doesn’t wait half the season to show up? You’re saying we could’ve had the sheer propulsive energy of Golden Wind with a protagonist who has an actual arc and presence in the story? You mean all this time, Jojo’s could have channeled its childhood-imagination stream of consciousness into a genuinely compelling story without losing that free spirit at its core? Araki took thirteen goddamn years to figure out how to actually write, but the result is so goddamn entertaining it’s hard to care. Stone Ocean is peak Jojo’s, and until Steel Ball Run comes along to show us anime-onlys why it’s apparently the single greatest work of art to ever exist, Jolyne Cujoh will remain the queen of this ridiculous franchise for quite some time to come.

#anime #the anime binge-watcher #tabw #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure: stone ocean #stone ocean #jolyne cujoh #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken

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[Image descriptions:

Image 1: A digital drawing of Looks to the moon and a random slugcat from Rain World. They are both drawn in red. Moon is carrying the slugcat close to its shoulder, the bottom half of the slugcat hanging in the air. They are both sweating.

Image 2: A digital sketch of a random person holding the gourmand bridal style. The gourmand is lounging on its back while the person is smiling. There is a heart next to the persons face.

Image 3: A digital drawing of a lizard shooting its tongue at a slugcat. The slugcat is caught by the tongue and is holding a bomb.

Image 4: A digital drawing of a slugcat struggling to keep the lizards mouth open while the lizard has it in its mouth. The lizards body is pointed up.

Image 5: A digital drawing of a lizard and a slugcat. They are posed in a way that forms a square. The lizard is over the slugcat looking down at the slugcat. The slugcat is mid crouch looking up at the lizard with a spear in hand. They are both drawn in a red.

Image 6: A digital drawing of a lizard with its side facing the viewer, mostly from a back view. Another drawing of a lizard paw batting its hand down. They are drawn in a yellow-green and the background is grey.

Image 7: A digital drawing of the process of the gourmand eating a noodle fly egg. The text reads: "Cooked and seasoned noodle egg." The first one is gourmand with the noodle fly egg opened in its hand, the other hand has a stick. The noodle fly is pink with the yolk orange. The second one is the gourmand slurping up the noodle fly, the third is the gourmand wiping its mouth with its cheeks full. / .End ID.]

#art #my art #rainworld #rain world #has id #rw looks to the moon #looks to the moon #slugcat #rw lizard #bugs #food

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FIGHT TO MAKE IT UP

The Batman (2022) bruce wayne x f!reader

Word count: - 3.7k

Masterlist / AO3 / Playlist

Themes: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Crime Family, Thriller, Noire, Heist, Action, Comedy, Crime.

Warning: Graphic descriptions of bodily harm and hallucinations.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter! Inspired by the infamous artwork by Hieronymus Bosch!

Chapter five part 2:

The Garden of Earthly Delights

An erupt applause shook from the far tent. A crowd cheered as the main performance was about to take place after the warm up. Now the audience had an appetizer, they were ready for the main meal. The Flying Graysons!

A woman, beautiful in every aspect stood by the entrance of the tent tapping her foot furiously. Frantically looking around, between and around those who were left outside wandering around. The Technicolor lights from the inside illuminated her silhouette while she smoked a cigarette. Clouding her vision with smoke that danced from the tip.

“Got pre show jitters?” Asked a man, emerging from within the tent behind her. He carefully places both of his hands either side of her arms, cocking his head around to catch her beautiful face.

Dropping her head to let a smile grow, she exhaled a laugh before lifting her head back up and leaning into his touch. “Not now, with you here with me.”

“Well- good to know I’m of some use to you.”

“You’ve got many good uses.” she teased turning around to be face to face with him. “Your reach perfectly matches my flexibility and it has been very useful” she stuck her tongue out at him intertwining her fingers with his. “Oh and you make a spine chilling-” pausing for anticipation, keeping him hanging on her word.

“Spine chilling-?” He whispered, desperate for her to finish.

“Spine chilling…” Inching closer, letting her lips linger over his. Her eyes lingered within his sight. Relishing in the pull. “...homemade spicy fajitas which I want later!” She busted out into a loud and deep laughter that even a snort came and said hello.

“Oh you tease.”

“And I’ll have some of those turkey dinosaurs! The ones you keep sneaking for Richard to eat when he doesn't eat his dinner!”

Tipping his head to the side, relaxing his pose as he lazily grinned at his wife. “I can't help it, he wont eat your cooking but eats mine… and freezer mystery meat in the shape of a lizard?”

She gasped. “You know that's a lie- he LOVES my shortbread!”

“You can bake, but you can't cook. There is a difference.”

“Oh yeah? Want to push your luck and sleep on the floor tonight and tell me the difference between that and the bed?” Dripped in sarcasm.

A single chuckle left him. “You're not nervous anymore.” His words are soft, reassuring and comforting, bringing attention to what she had forgotten and what she was even nervous about. She shook her head and sighed in response.

Standing in front of him, staring at her feet. The wet grass strands stuck to her black heels in clumps. She kicked small amounts of it off while pondering something that was sitting in her mind, weighing heavily on her nerves and her husband could tell but he waited patiently for her to speak. “Do you think Richard is going to be okay?” Her voice cracked.

“What do you mean? He’s never done a bad show before, why worry now?”

“That's not what I mean. With his internship in Gotham, he’ll be all alone at that fancy prep school. He is only twelve John.”

“Is that what you were worried about?” Clasping her hand in his “Our little robin will do just fine. He has your wit and my humour.”

“I love how you complimented me as smart but I am also funny I'll have you know!” staring up at him with big old puppy eyes, batting her long lashes.

“Debatable.” Her attempt was a complete failure. He was immune to her charms but he couldn't help but give her a lopsided grin.

Whacking her hand playfully at his chest “Hey! Don’t be mean!”

“Um- Mary? John?” Right behind them, inside the tent popped out the head of a clown. Her voice was high and shy like a mouse. “Are you both ready? You're on in three.” smiling, two giant red circles sat on her cheeks.

Mary tucked a stray hair behind her ear, nodded towards the clown then looked up at her husband John. The couple decided to put an end to their conversation and make their way into the tent, following behind the clown.

Opening the tent’s flap wider the technicolour's and rowdy crowd was as clear as sunlight. Children running around hoping over the wires and around under the bleachers that held the seats.

Inside the tent’s display was a bowl seating area. Gathered around for a Greek chorus that was about to take place unbeknownst to them it would be a tragedy. Pieces of peanuts flew across the air as the couple cut through the back of the tent’s layout to the ladder that they were to ascend up to the top of. Where they’d be doing their magnificent jumps and spins.

On the outskirts of the inner circle that held the stage were cannons; confetti cannons. They were being turned towards the crowd. Preparing to shoot colorful paper to encourage a positive reaction and experience.

“Wait.” Mary paused climbing up the ladder. Looking down at her husband who was confused at the delay. “Where’s Richard?”

The sudden realization on John’s face. He had gone out to see his wife to check if Dick was with her as he wasn't in their caravan or by the changing room tent. He had forgotten in an attempt to comfort his wife what his true intentions were. To see if Richard was with her as he had just vanished after being given a candied apple by one of the staff members.

Cutting his gaze from his wife to then scan the ground. He wasn't within the set up team or the clowns of the last performance. Scanning his eyes towards the crowd, He noticed there were too many children to really pick out dick. It was hard to tell, especially when they were all running around and moving. A hard game of where's waldo.

It was hopeless. The crowd was too lively and time was ticking. They had to perform, Cobblepot made it clear that they had to start the performance as soon as the confetti cannons went off. They’ll have to perform without Dick and go looking for him after if they are unable to locate him currently.

John looked over at the clown from earlier, waving to grab her attention. “Dizzy! Where's my son? Richard?”

“What?”

“Where is Richard!”

Mishearing him because of the over stimulating visuals and sounds from within the tent. She heard something along the lines of “are there going to be pictures?” Confused by this, she thought he was referring to the photographer for the newspaper. There was obviously going to be photographs taken for the press.

“Oh! In the changing room tent!” She yelled back up at them.

“Should we wait?”

“No Cobblepot said earlier to go ahead without him.”

“Why are we just now hearing about this?” John was muddled, Dizzy shrugged. She was just as clueless as him. With Dizzy’s lack of worry, John felt a little at ease. She most likely saw him in there herself otherwise she would be in a hysterical state.

“John?” Mary asked John, hoping for some reassurance on where their child is or if he will even be showing up. Mary let one hand dangle beside her as she looked down at her husband awaiting for a reply.

“He is fine, we’ve been told to go on without him.”

“What? Changing the show last minute?”

“It’s fine, we’ll do an old performance.” He patted her ankle, signalling for her to go ahead and climb up.

Hesitating, she slowly started to climb up but her motherly instinct was detecting something was off. Stopping again she looked down at John. “No, something feels wrong.”

John looked at her then at the audience. They had to perform now. Cobblepot had given them very strict instructions, it would be easy to be more free with it if he hadn’t paid upfront and worse they had taken that money upfront.

“I promise, once the show is over we’ll go and check on him.”

Looking back at her husband as he desperately tried to persuade her, convince her that everything is okay so they can proceed with the slow. She desperately searched for any betrayal on his face but it prevailed.

“And finally, what you’ve all been waiting for! The Flying Graysons!” Following the announcement of the ring leader, the crowd rose from the seats to throw their arms up in the air and cheer. Some jumped up in their seats, others waved at the couple standing at the platform.

John squeezed Mary’s hand. She squeezed back in return, glancing down at his hand. She didn't look confident, she was worrying as a mother would, something felt really off but Mary just couldn't put her finger on it.

The canons went off letting confetti rain down on the stage and the audience. Glittering just like the rain outside but with primary colors letting light from the stage lights bounce off them crafting reflections on everyone's faces.

“He’ll be fine Mary. We’ll be fine.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

^v^

The protective urge kicked in and from a rush of adrenaline, Bruce snatched up the child from under his arms and darted out of the tent. Everything went by like a flash before Dick could even take into account what was happening as he was on the ground besides Y/N.

Dick noticed the cloud that lingered over the top of the tent. Now only processing the blood curdling screeching with the sight of one of the twins skinning himself came to mind. Squeezing his eyes shut, mumbling to try and comfort himself while desperately pleading for his mother.

The sweet comforting sound of the large tent along with heavy pants from the three grounded them all, they weren’t in a nightmare this was reality.

Sausages crawled out on his hands and knees, flopping to his side. The mushrooms had heightened the effect of the gas- he was falling in and out of consciousness.

Collapsing on the mud in front of Y/N, Bruce wheezed and coughed, every attempt his body would go through to evict the gas out of his system. However In Front of Y/N wasn’t Bruce. To her It was a beast with tall demonic black horns and piercing white eyes. His cold and stern stare pierced through her, seeing all her truths and lies that she betrayed in her fear. She was seeing the one thing worse than a dead man that haunted her in the crowd. She was seeing the man that made her fear the shadows.

Batman.

The heavy sense of inebriation was quickly followed by powerful disorientating visuals. Y/N felt herself tense up as the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Her shoulders squared.

Staring into those empty dark eyes that looked back with a kubrick stare- she wished to see those strangely comforting blue ones she encountered earlier. To see the specks of green stars in Bruce’s.

Bruce glowered, confused at her gawking glare at him. She looked- scared? Terrified even.

Scuttling back, kicking up grass and mud, Y/N even grabbed Dick and used him as a shoulder. Any desperate attempt to get away from her boogeyman.

Dick tried to push away but her tight grip made it hard for him to break free. Bruce watched, as Y/N freely offered this child to him as a sacrifice- thinking Bruce was something that terrified her. His mind rattled on what it could be that had her so startled.

“B-Batman- ha… ha” she stuttered. He got his answer, she was seeing him as his true self. “Its fucking batman-”

“Batman?” yelled Dick, whacking Y/N as she held him hostage. He managed to slip out of her strong grip to stagger next to Bruce. Catching her line of sight, Dick saw she was looking at Bruce. He didn't see it. He just saw Bruce, a brooding man on his knees in the mud with his hand to his chest.

Pained from the gas, Bruce needed a moment to clear his airways and swallowed. It felt like a nerve exploded.

The loud cheer from the main large tent suddenly died letting an uncomfortable quietness invade. It quickly caught Dick’s attention as he took a step towards its location patting Bruce on the shoulder.

“Did everyone else hear that?” Dick asked, honestly too petrified to know the answer. “What happened to the cheering?” Dick muttered.

Too wrapped up with a demon in front of her, Y/N wasn’t paying attention to a single word that was verbal.

A pin could drop on the carpet and it could be heard. It was like an entire audience, the entire population of the circus has just vanished. Crickets sang as the distant cars on the highway swooshes by.

Then a sudden crash of screams evicted from the large tent as a tsunami of people rushed out. The sight was unexpected, so sudden, so violent.

A re-enactment of Hieronymus borsch's rendering of hell. The garden of Earthly delights- a vast landscape of human kind lavishing in sin, hell ascended from the tent onto the circus grounds. Civilians ran out chaotically and hazardously with rage, fear and greedy eyes. Bumping into one another aggressively patting themselves down. The tent from the outside looked unharmed- but how the people who ran from it, it might as well have been on fire or home to a plane crash.

It was like a scene from a zombie movie, growling and drooling people tripping and trampling over one another. A man had knocked over someone and punched them aggressively in the face until their face was nothing more than a stain in the grass.

A clown had picked up a person like a rag doll and lobbed them into a car causing the car to slightly move from impact.

No doubt about it, it was the gas. There was no other explanation, it mirrored the panic that Bruce saw within the tent that was behind him. Cobblepot had planned to gas the audience. Of fucking course he had planned to gas the audience. It was the perfect cover. It explained why he was here, why his tent was a safe distance. It also explained why everyone was acting so strange.

Overcast the tents, further above the towering buildings of Gotham, shined the beacon that birthed fear in the locals of the city. Gordon was signalling Batman- calling for him. It looked down at those falling and jumping out of the tent like a god itself who inflicted the night terrors into the sinners.

With the eruption of sudden chaos, Y/N diverted her attention from Batman who was captivated by the sky to the tent. At a loss of words of how to even describe the scene. The mass hysteria was animalistic. She needed to get out of here, flee, run. Anything to get away from this nightmare.

Finding it hard to think with distant yelling and screams of the gas taking hostage its victims of the circus and with Y/N crawling towards the limp body on the floor that was her friend, frantically shaking Sausages and howling for him to wake up.

Dick Nudged Bruce, breaking him out of his deep desperate thoughts. “What do we do?!” The child looked lost, horror-struck.

Instantaneously Bruce let melt away all human emotions and thoughts. He might not have his mask but right now he needed to be his true self, needed to be Batman. He rose up and carefully pushed Dick aside.

Bruce pulled Y/N up from the ground by one arm, raising her to her feet weakly. He stared into her eyes, he was taking charge and had a comforting and reassuring stillness in his gaze. He wasn't attacking her, wasn’t pinning her up by her neck, treating her like an obstacle in the way. His eyes were softer.

Blue with a ring of earth green around the pupil. Little specks of dark blue sprayed across the palette.

Y/N wasn’t seeing Batman anymore. She was seeing Bruce.

Although Bruce might not know it himself, he was trying his best to be reassuring. An alien emotion to Bruce brewed thin him while doing something that felt unlike him but it's what needed to be done at this moment. He reflected back to when he first saw Y/N. The woman stood there in the field looking down at Bruce as he laid there in the trunk of the car. Her eyes were swollen and cheeks were tear stained. She was just like that right now.

“I need you to take the child and run.” Bruce whispered only for her to hear. “I’ll take care of your friend.”

“But-”

“Y/N.” She almost melted in his touch but a fire burnt in her breast. Frowning, she trembled to hold Bruce’s hands that held her forearm. Instead she shoved them off her to stand in one action. The rain drenching her- sticking strands of hair to her face. She looked like an art nouveau painting. Bruce was briefly in awe of her desire to be stubbornly distant and in control whenever Bruce attempted to show some humanity towards her.

Reaching over and snatching Dick’s wrist. Y/N Glared down at Bruce with heavy eyes. “We aren't friends.” she directed towards Bruce. “You don't get to make demands of me.” She swallowed. “Or touch me.” He had not realized until she mentioned it, he had touched her a lot- from pinning her up by her neck, by holding her wrist, by holding her down in the mud. Even in the tent he had grabbed her in an attempt to help her.

Drawing in a sharp breath through her teeth, seeing the dead man flicker between blinks besides Bruce. She’d have to suck up her fear of seeing him in her car but at the time being he was a welcomed guest compared to Batman.

Dragging the child behind her, Y/N ran through the crowd, near dodging those who frantically charged away from the tent, hallucinating sounds and visuals.

“Where are we going? We can't just leave?”

“Shut up.”

Tugging on her grip, Dick watched people scream and run around the circus grounds. Unable to find Bruce, Sausages or his parents.

Just realizing his parents, who would have been in that tent that exploded with activity, Dick yelled out “Stop! We need to find my parents!” he dug his heel into the mud, yanking Y/N back. She whipped her head back to him to jerk him forward. The ire in her chest sparked from the embers of annoyance. Now was not the time to be a brat she thought through gritted teeth.

“We’ll come back for them later!.”

“What about Bruce Wayne?!” He could handle himself, she saw it herself, the man could hold his own, but the child wanted to help him, wanting to help anyone in any way.

“Screw him!”

“What about your friend?”

She didn't even stop at the mention of Sausages. She contemplated on it, “We will come back later!” She lied, she had no intentions of coming back. She planned on just jumping into her car and dropping the kid off at some corner shop for some sad passer byer. Then get out of Gotham city, this night was the last fucking straw.

^v^

Gordon stood at the top of the constructional abandoned building. The rain poured endlessly as he stood for a few minutes mesmerized by the signal in the sky.

Hands in his pocket, fiddling with loose change and receipts. The last time he was here was before the flood, from when he and Batman had been working on that case. The case that rippled through Gotham still now, and the civilians were now the ones paying the price.

Exhaling, his breath was visible in front of him. Thinking of Christmas with his family, Gordon imagined Batman in a little Santa Claus hat and a beard. Chucking to himself, he couldn't help it. He would have to draw it on a post it note and leave it on the signal for the guy, to let him know he is thought of even on the holidays.

A buzz cracked through on the radio. Gordon wet his lips, turning to look at the elevator. No one was coming yet. He reached over and pressed the button on the radio.

The first sound he heard was Riley’s voice in manic. “Woah woah Rivers- slow down I can't make out anything you're saying?”

“Gordon-” Many people were using the channel buzzing in and talking, cutting off Rivers.

“We need back up, a scene has broken out at-”

“Several casualties, We need air patrol and-”

“Need paramedics and police backup ASAP.”

“We need backup!”

“Negative. Several officers are MIA-”

Gordon was paralyzed. So much info was buzzing through suddenly. He inhaled a sharp breath. And buzzed through. Beads of sweat forming and trailing down his face. “What's happening? Over.”

Silence. The signal radiated heat next to him, making him impatient and increase anticipation.

“Gordon!” It was Riley Rivers again- their voice alive with fear. “We need you- there has been a -” They abruptly paused. Gordon’s eyes burnt into Gotham city. In the distance he saw a flood of lights in a field/ A trail of police lights heading that way.

Rivers buzzed back in “Gordon it's horrible- people are running into the roads, jumping in front of cars!”

“What?”

“Gordon no one knows what's happening there's just mass amounts of suicide! We need you now!” Rivers screeched. The background commotion was just audible to pick up over the radio. Several alarms and distant blood chilling screams could be picked up.

“You're not at Wayne tower?”

“No! They called everyone out!-”

He turned to look at the signal back at the sky. His mind ran empty. Darting his eyes to the elevator as his heart pounded in his chest. Where is he?

Hesitating to leave- in case at any moment he would show up- the elevator doors would open up and he would just walk out. The longer Gordon waited the more lives were piling up- the more he felt responsible for the death toll rising. This was just like the floods. Maybe even worse than the floods. That was a political terrorist act but this- it sounded like a direct attack on the citizens. Or- god, he just didn't know.

“Gordon?”

Gordon took a step forward towards the elevator to leave but his mind pulled back.

Where is Batman?

“I’m on my way.”

#The Batman #Robert Pattinson #Battinson #batman x reader #Battinson x reader #fanfiction #battinson x reader #bruce wayne x reader #DC

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