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"An Aunt May Seminar: So Your Kid Is Spiderman"
She also has an upcoming seminar called "A close friend is actually a backstabbing villain who tried to destroy your kid: How to let go of toxic people in your life."
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Childhood friends to lovers ; requested by @starlightcat04!
Duke’s grandmother lived in Illinois when he was a kid, years before he and his parents were captured by the Joker and the news of it sent her to a hospital that she didn’t leave until Death arrived for her. But before all that, before his life upended and tore itself to shreds in front of him, Duke used to visit her in the summers.
His parents didn’t want to leave Gotham, but they also didn’t want him to grow up there amid all the crime and rogue attacks. The solution was to drive down to his grandmother’s house, suitcase in the trunk, and stay with him there for a few days before they returned to make sure no one broke into their house.
She lived in the outskirts of Amity Park, a town smaller than Gotham and much, much quieter. The change in scenery always blew his mind, and he spent most of his childhood summers running around the woods, accidentally scaring hikers.
There were other kids in Amity, further in towards the suburbs, but he never got along with most of them, too strange, only here for a month or so, and carrying an awareness and sense of danger that all Gothamites had.
He didn’t really have friends in Amity Park, except for one: Danny Fenton, local outcast due to his scientist parents'… everything. His only friend, a boy named Tucker, would always be gone in the summers as well, visiting family in Chicago and Pennsylvania.
They gravitated towards each other, as lonely kids tend to do.
Danny helped make those summers fun, full of laughter and skinned knees and smuggled tech from the Fenton household to mess around with. They shared stories of their lives, comparing Amity Park to Gotham, arguing over superheroes and getting distracted each time by how cool heroes were.
The last summer he ever went to Amity Park, Danny had gotten his first cell phone and eagerly gave Duke his number. Any time they weren’t together, they were texting until they fell asleep, phone still in hand.
The time they spent together was always limited, but Duke could swear that no one in the world knew him as well as Danny did.
He still misses him.
They still text and call when they can, but it’s gotten hard over the past few years. Duke was caught up in foster care and searching for his parents and being part of the We Are Robin gang and then becoming the Signal. Danny, from what he’s shared with Duke, went through similar things of recovering from a lab accident and then having his town be overrun with ghosts, of all things, which had the government get involved and cause problems.
The few times they were able to find a quiet night where they could just talk and be Duke and Danny again were nights he always treasured, though they left an ache in his chest when it was over.
It’s just been so long since they’ve seen each other in person. He doesn’t even know what Danny looks like anymore! And, sure, he could always ask for a picture, but it feels awkward. They know what they looked like before. And they’ve heard each other’s voices, know the basics of what’s going on in each other’s lives…
They still know each other, but Duke is all too aware of the distance that’s grown between them.
“Duke, seriously, what’s got you spacing out so much?” Steph asks, pulling him from his thoughts.
He shrugs, smiling sheepishly. “Just thinking. Sorry about that. What were you saying?”
“I was saying,” she says, “That you should do a road trip. Or just like, travel around. Check out college campuses. Enjoy your last summer vacation of high school! Trust me, you’ll want the break before going into senior year.”
“Just because you’re two years older than me—”
“Excuse me for trying to impart my wisdom! See if I help you again when I’m older and wiser.”
“Sure, Steph,” he says, “Whatever you say.”
She squints at him. “What’s with that tone? I’m being helpful right now!”
“Mhm.”
“Geez. I should have let Dick talk to you. Anyways, I already told Bruce that you wanted to do this, so he’s agreed to fund it.”
Duke jerks upright in his seat, nearly falling out of it. “You did WHAT?!”
“You’re welcome,” Steph grins, unrepentant.
“Steph, come on. This is unnecessary. Isn’t it better for me to help out more in the summer? Train more, work with the team on stuff, you know, important things?”
“Duke.” Steph’s voice suddenly turns serious and he can’t help but give her all his attention. “Listen to me. Your life is more important. If Gotham survived when Bruce was the only cape around, then it’ll survive while you prioritize your life. And that means touring colleges to figure out where you want to go.”
“I could just stay here and go to GCU.”
Steph just stares at him, unimpressed, and he has to admit, “Yeah, you’re right. I’m not gonna do that.”
“Just enjoy traveling around, okay? And if you want someone to go with you…” she nudges him with her shoulder, repeatedly, very clearly hinting at something.
“I’ll be sure to ask Cass,” Duke says, and Steph rolls her eyes, but doesn’t deny that Cass would be a great travel partner.
Their conversation comes to a halt when an alarm on her phone goes off and she drops her head with a groan. She grabs her bag and takes off with a quick explanation that she has to get to class, one she hates but is determined to ace just to spite the professor, and in no time at all, Duke is alone again.
Without Steph providing him a distraction, Duke has nothing to do but read through his texts with Danny. It hasn’t been that long since they last talked; four days ago is nothing compared to the months of silence that went between them a few years ago. They’ve gotten better since staying in contact since then, and make sure to text at least once a week.
It’s not perfect, but it’s better than nothing.
He considers asking Danny where he’s planning to go. Maybe they could go to the same place together, live in the same apartment, be able to finally stick together. Not that it’ll ever happen; the more likely outcome is that they’ll be accepted into different universities, chose places closer to their respective homes, and still be far apart.
An idea begins to form in his mind.
They’ve had summers together before. Maybe they could have one more.
First, he needs to talk to Bruce.
He’s working from home, thankfully, typing away at a laptop in his office when Duke knocks on the door and pokes his head in.
“Duke,” Bruce smiles, pushes his laptop away. “Come in.”
“Hey. Steph said she talked to you about me traveling this summer?”
“Yes. She was very insistent that you go visit any universities that pique your interest. I’ve already agreed to fund everything, and I can take care of plane tickets and hotels as well.”
Duke nods, trying not to look too nervous. “Yeah, so about that. Could I travel with someone? Would that be cool? Or is this a thing for me only?”
Bruce blinks. “I promise cost is not an issue. Adding another person won’t be a problem. Who is it?”
“Ah, no one you know. He’s a childhood friend of mine who lives in Illinois, and I’d like to spend a summer with him again.”
“Who is it?”
Oh boy. Bruce is definitely going to find everything he can about Danny and his family and start interrogating Duke about him. But if that’s going to let him travel the country with Danny, then he’s more than willing to deal with it.
“Danny Fenton, from Amity Park. The town with the ghost problem.”
Bruce leans back in his chair. “I’ve heard of them. The League discussed investigating it when the news first got out, but Constantine warned us to stay away due to risk of possession. It seems that the local hero, Phantom, has it all in hand.” Bruce nods, already thinking deeply about his next steps. “Alright, I’ll need to do some research. And send me a list of the universities you’d like to visit so I can plan your itinerary.”
“Cool. Thanks, B.”
Duke leaves as quickly as he can after that, letting out a relieved breath once he’s sure no one is around to hear it.
Step one is done.
Now for step two: communication.
duke: hey, are you free for a call anytime soon?
danny: yeah! we can call now if u want :)
Well! That was way faster than he was expecting.
He all but sprints through the halls to get to his room and locks the door behind himself. It won’t do much to stop anyone from actually coming in, but it is a sign that he wants privacy. Once he’s sure no one is going to be listening in and interrupting, Duke pulls up Danny’s contact and hits the call button.
It rings twice before Danny’s picking up, greeting him with a cheerful, “Hey Duke! What’s up?”
“Hey Danny,” he replies, unable to help the way his voice softens with affection. “So, this is totally out of the blue, but if you could spend this summer going around the country with me, would you?”
“I mean, yeah, obviously. You know I’d do anything to spend more time with you! Why?”
Duke grins. While he was sure about what Danny’s answer would be, that didn’t stop him from worrying about a rejection. “Well. Bruce has offered to fund the entire trip and bring someone along.”
“Wait, seriously? You want me to go with you?”
“Who else? Dude, you know I love spending time with you, and I’ve missed you like crazy.”
“Oh my God, you’re serious. Duke! Yes, I want to be your travel buddy! Are you kidding me? In what world would I say no?”
“Hey, man, you can’t blame me for making sure. Are your parents going to be fine with that?”
Danny goes quiet, and Duke feels his heart drop. “Danny? Is something wrong?”
“No,” Danny says, followed by a bitter laugh. “They won’t care. I’ll just tell them I’m going traveling with a friend and that’ll be enough. They’re too busy to care much about what I do, these days. They probably won’t even notice that I’m gone, now that Jazz isn’t here to remind them that I exist.”
“How is Jazz, by the way? We could visit her.”
“She’s doing fine. Really loving Harvard. And I’d love that Duke. You’re the best.”
The mood of the conversation eases and they fall into the usual rhythm of catching each other up, chatting about their lives and any other thought that crosses their minds. It’s easy for the hours to slip away with Danny, and before he knows it, there’s a knock on his door as Alfred calls him for dinner.
He hangs up with a quick goodbye to Danny, along with a promise to send him the itinerary once it’s made.
Somehow, news of his summer plans get out by the end of the day. Which means Steph blabbed and feels no remorse about it. The next week of Duke’s life is overtaken by nearly every trying to help him plan and prepare for his trip, while lightly interrogating him about Danny. By the time he was heading off to the airport, agreeing to take one of Bruce’s smaller private planes which was piloted by a man who definitely wasn’t Jason going by the name 'Todd Jameson'. Of course not, that would be silly.
(Duke sighed very, very loudly when he saw Jason waving at him from outside the plane. He should have expected the guy to take advantage of Bruce needing a pilot and teasing him about Danny.)
He can’t bring himself to be too bother by it, though, when it means he’ll get to be with Danny again soon. Duke would pay any price to be with him again, so this is hardly anything.
They set off with a wave from Duke and Jason flipping the bird to the rest of the family. And then Jason is up in the cockpit, blasting his playlist of songs from musicals, and Duke is left to wait impatient for the next few hours until they reach Illinois.
The hours pass far too slow but also much too fast. Duke feels like he barely has time to prepare himself before they’re landing smoothly and Danny texts him to let him know he’s at the airport.
Jason sees him off before heading out to take a call from Roy, telling him to find his own way to his hotel. Duke barely pays him enough mind to say goodbye, grabbing his suitcase and hurrying into the airport, searching for the terminal Danny’s at.
He doesn’t find Danny first. Danny finds him and slams into him like a freight train. It’s only his training that keeps Duke from toppling over, dropping his suitcase to hold Danny. They cling to each other tightly, as if they might never see each other again. Danny’s got his legs wrapped around Duke’s waist like a koala, and Duke would be happy to carry him forever.
“I can’t believe you’re really here,” Danny murmurs into his ear. Duke shivers, holding him tighter, and smiles.
“Yeah. I know. Man, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”
“I think I can take a pretty good guess.”
Danny pulls away, dropping his feet back to the ground.
Duke is finally able to see Danny for the first time in years, and he’s pretty sure he stops breathing for a solid minute. Danny grew up fine. He’s got the bluest eyes he’s ever seen, and soft black hair that’s a little windswept and messy, and his grin is as bright and beautiful as always. For a moment, Duke wants nothing more than to kiss him.
Then Danny steps back and the thought fades.
“Ready to go? We’re going to UChicago first, yeah?”
“That’s the plan,” Duke says, falling into step with Danny as they make their way out of the airport. “Then a day just to hang out in Chicago before we head to Harvard.”
“Cool,” Danny grins. “Hotel first, though, right?”
“Yeah, man, catch up time is essential.”
Danny glances over at him, something unreadable in his eyes, but he smiles when he sees that Duke is already looking at him. “Let’s get going, then.”
Danny drives them in a car he apparently made himself, which explains why it’s a model Duke’s never seen before. It drives like a dream and Duke is very tempted to get Danny to make one for the Signal, maybe even wrangle up a contract to have him work with Batman Inc.
They spend the two hour drive chatting and laughing as if no time has passed at all since they last saw each other in person. All the years seem to fade away and they’re just Duke and Danny again, spending another summer together.
Check in goes smoothly, and the room Bruce has booked them is large, with two beds, a seating area, and a dining area. A glass door leads to a small balcony with two chairs and a fantastic view of the lake behind the hotel. They set both their suitcases on the luggage rack, and Duke only has time to turn to Danny to ask which bed he wants before he finds himself pressed up against the wall, Danny’s hands on his cheeks.
“Tell me if you don’t want this,” he whispers against Duke’s lips.
Duke doesn’t bother replying. He just leans in, closes the minuscule distance between them, and kisses Danny. It’s soft and sweet and everything he’s ever wanted.
Then Danny makes a small noise in the back of his throat and deepens the kiss. It goes from soft to heated and desperate and all consuming instantly. Duke slides his hands around Danny’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer, and thinks I never want to leave you again.
He’s completely lost track of time when Danny pulls back with gasp. They both take a few seconds to catch their breath, and Duke realizes his cheeks feel cold.
“Sorry,” Danny whispers, pulling his hands away. Duke catches them before they can go too far and holds them together.
“Sorry for what?”
“The frost,” he says, wiggling his fingers lightly. Duke glances down and sees that his fingertips are lightly coated in frost, spilling down his fingers.
“You have powers?”
“Came with the lab accident.”
“Man,” Duke says, “We have got to catch up properly. There’s a ton I haven’t told you.”
Danny laughs lightly, breathlessly. “Oh, for sure. But later. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for years.”
“Danny, baby, you can kiss me all night if you want.”
“I intend to,” he says with a bright grin.
What else could Duke do but lean in and kiss him again?
Nothing else exists in that moment except them. Duke is so, so glad he’s got the rest of summer to spend with Danny. He’s going to take him on dates in every city they visit.
They’ve gone years without seeing each other. Duke refuses to let it happen again. Whatever future awaits them, he’ll do all he can to keep Danny in it.
But for now, he’s got his cute childhood friend to kiss and all the privacy a hotel room can offer. He fully intends to make the most of it.
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[send me a ghostlights prompt!]
#ghostlights#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompt fill#dc x dp fic#my writing#it was struggle to keep this short bc i love this trope so much!!!#thank u for the prompt!! working on your other one right now :)
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Rottmnt Fakeposting part 3
Find parts 1 and 2 here + 3.5 because this couldn’t all fit on one post
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I met a little green alien dude once. Wonder if he’s doing okay
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Day 3679 of me posting: no
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Get a hobby
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I will out your search history
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Every time I phone in sick, I think about that one kid who came into school bright green. Must’ve been ill as hell. I could never
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Sasquatch this kappacrawler that. There’s only one cryptid I care about and that’s my neighbour’s cat. That thing ain’t a cat. It’s bright yellow and it stares into my soul
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That’s normal cat behaviour
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DID YOU MISS THE PART WHERE I SAID BRIGHT YELLOW
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No I don’t have any pictures. Stop asking. Damn not-cat keeps vanishing into thin air
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Tf is a kappacrawler
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Local New York conspiracy. Scuttles around sewers, on roofs, steals your children (maybe)
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This ain’t about him
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I really really feel bad for asking, but I don’t have much of a choice. Aliens squished by home. Here’s a link to my go fund me here
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Last time I had this many people following me, it was an ambush
#I don’t know what I did but hi
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EVERY WEBSITE I VISIT ASKS IF I ACCEPT COOKIES
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NO I DO NOT
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BEGONE. KEEP YOUR SUBPAR BAKED GOODS TO YOURSELF
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>:(
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My driver’s license is a two year winning streak in Mario kart. Try arresting me now
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Oh???? So you lie to your followers???? I know I won first place last games night and you know it
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You cheated
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Says the guy who hacks games as a pastime. I still want a rematch
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You tell him corn
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Oh I know you’re not innocent either mr
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If only there was a way to grow instant luscious locks
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I can help with that
#hehe
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Throwback to that one time my brother was mistaken as IT when trying to return someone’s keys
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I was just trying to help
#they fell down the drain #so I picked them up and pushed them back through the grate #I wasn’t trying to be scary #and should you really be posting this
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cyyyynamon said: I’m going cave diving tomorrow. Will I see you there?
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But you didn’t invite me?
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Don’t send me back to jail. I’m too pretty
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What have you done now
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I was too pretty ✨
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Be original, Blue
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First day of school. I’ve never seen this many people in one area before
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Oh the joys of public school.
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*Wipes tear* they grow up so fast
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So apparently normal people don’t chirp. I never want to hold a conversation ever again
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Yoooooo what if our mysterious superheroes in rainbow know the kappacrawler??? You think they’re buddies? Think they hang out and chill and talk about how their week has been? Think kappacrawler house sits from them sometimes? Think they share birthday cards?
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Sometimes I wonder if time travellers really exist. Are we all just on some divergent timeline? How close a shave have we come to a world obsolete?
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#posts that keep me up at night
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Remember to spread the positivity ✨☀️ Kindness can go a long way
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Where was this kindness when it came to the last pizza slice?
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I was already at my daily kindness quota
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It has occurred to me not everyone on this website knows about the kappacrawler
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Your loss
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#i am curious
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Oh kappacrawler, take me away
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Oh kappacrawler, whisk me away into the night
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Oh kappacrawler kidnap me
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Stop with these he/him pronouns for the kappacrawler. Did you ask them their preferred pronouns????? No. Kappacrawler could be a very fancy lady
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I’m very sorry kappacrawler. You can be a fancy lady if you want :(
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Have we been misgendering kappacrawler with whole time?
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It’s a cryptid. You think it’ll care about gender?
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If I was a kappacrawler where would I hide
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In your walls
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I thought there was only one kappacrawler. But I swear I just saw two. Is there a mr and mrs kappa??? Baby kappletts??? A whole kappa family 🥹🥹
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Maybe? I think there’s at least three
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Who is this kappa??? Why is he crawling???
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Spider-man wannabe
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Still convinced that whole invasion thing was a hoax. Elaborate, but a hoax
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Were those aliens sent packing? I’m confused
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Are they at home? On some faraway planet? Kicking their tentacles up after a long day at work invading our planet?
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Guys come read my slenderman x kappacrawler fic here for all of your slenderkappa needs
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Why would you write this?
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Why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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I heard that kappacrawler has an 8-pack. That the kappacrawler is shredded
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Be original, Blue (tally: II)
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Why can’t I live in New York. I want to fight aliens too
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#Rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#Rottmnt fic#socmed#fakeposting#casey jr#rottmnt leo#rottmnt cassandra jones#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt raph#Yes this was very much inspired by ‘turtleman’. But you can’t convince me these boys haven’t been spotted somewhere along the line#bread fic#Rottmnt movie#surprise surprise I’m back for more#rottmnt casey jr#social media#rottmnt social media au
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Zero's inner monolog has me rolling. He's constantly two seconds away from ending everyone and the only thing currently stopping him is he kinda wants to see what these idiots try next (and needling the JL is fun even if they do half the work for him)
Then please allow me to gift you with more, friend, lol, 'cuz I love ALL his inner monologue.
“Ask your father,” Black Zero says dryly, folding his arms. Superboy scowls at him.
“He’s not my fucking dad, Jesus,” he says in exasperation. “I don’t even have a dad, okay? My literal only ‘family’ member is my brother from another cloning tube who fucking hates me.”
“. . . how do you not have any parents?” Black Zero asks, staring down at the idiot kid in absolute bafflement at the idea. “You’re half my physiological age. You’re half my size.”
“I don’t need parents,” Superboy snaps defensively, folding his own arms. The gesture looks much more tense than Black Zero knows it did when he did it. “I have a job and royalties and shit. I pay fucking taxes. When was the last time you paid your taxes?”
“I just collect them,” Black Zero replies, raising an eyebrow at him. “Can’t run a reality without the proper funding, you know how it is.”
Then he pauses, and . . . wait.
“‘Royalties’?” he repeats with a frown.
“Oh–yeah, I guess you wouldn’t have done that,” Superboy says, then shrugs. “I used to do endorsements and stuff. Have some video games, comics, shit like that. I still get royalties from some of it. Which–not relevant here, okay, it’s–”
“I’m sorry, did you just tell me you were a damn child star superhero?” Black Zero asks incredulously, and Superboy looks offended.
“Teen idol superhero, fucking thank you,” he snipes.
Forget that brat who stole the jacket to begin with. Black Zero has officially met the worst possible version of himself.
“That is the stupidest fucking thing I have ever heard,” he says. “Stupider than the one of us who worked for Batman. Stupider than having to pronounce ‘Supergrrrl’ with all three ‘r’s in it.”
“Sorry I had to pay fucking rent, asshole,” Superboy snaps. “We didn’t all take over the world, okay?”
“I’m going to set this entire reality on fire,” Black Zero mutters under his breath, pushing his glasses up so he can pinch the bridge of his nose. “You don’t have the sense to avoid getting strapped to an atomic bomb, and someone let you sign legally binding paperwork and contracts?”
“That was your fault!” Superboy protests. “I had to do that because of you!”
Black Zero dismisses that argument as obviously irrelevant and just rolls his eyes.
“You’re not even old enough to sign legally binding paperwork,” he says in exasperation. “Who’s your legal guardian?”
“Uh,” Superboy says, then pauses with a considering frown. “I don’t think I have one? I mean, clones are legally classified as IP, man, not peop–I did that thing where I told you something I shouldn’t again, didn’t I.”
Black Zero idly considers reality-immolation again.
Also, what the fuck. Clones are "intellectual property", but Superboy still has to pay taxes?
Fucking bullshit.
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since I have been making my little pony comics for the past few months, I have basically forgotten what every single one of my duckverse comic prompts means. I had a big list full of one sentence prompts for duckverse comics that I was going to make, and I was reading through it yesterday, because I thought about making one. I was surprised to find out that I have no idea what any of them mean. instead of just deleting the list, I have decided to share with you. For what good it will do you. Think of this as a little shout out to the people who followed me for duckverse content. i havent forgotten about you. it’s also a little peek in my twisted mind. my horrible creation process. a behind the scenes look from hell. the list of prompts is below the break
max college fund
launchpad rescue hero
costco 22¢ per bite
house of mouse
door to darkness
because i’m hispanic?
donald cousins catch and release
fish wife
the greatest skateboard trick in the seven seas
backyardagins movie
evil versions boy band
gladstone gay moms
the poor part of town
private army of freaks vs my boys
you own the town. you are politics - what do you think taxes are for - not gladstone bail - id be doing everyone a favor
kids table is great actually
donald cry gold swim
beautiful gold moon
villains table
these lovebirds
gladstone can’t read
gladstone hyper specific thrift store shirt
louie seeing anyone right now?
managed my uncle’s finances
june dolls episode
may louie webs spy episode
house of mouse christmas hdl want to come
propeller cap start to turn. big wind. its a helicopter landing. thanks babe
double gay batteries
daisy likes donald snoring
if you can understand anything he says then yeah!
sora. quack pack. bald monkey
i respect your pronouns. i dont not respect YOU scrooge
why are you friends with my rival’s girlfriend
we’re sisters now too???
The dancing hacker - do you know how hard it is to lucid dream
are you guys playing dancing hacker?
how did you do that? Those dice were rigged i mean.
you guys were supposed to prepare a musical number every session
Lady in pink but with a knife
girl boss? No girl lady. But not a girl.
sephirof at the door. never seen Donald that serious in my life.
I have a superhero alter ego - like super Grover?
louie x robin the frog
daffy: i’m getting you a job in Hollywood, kid! You gonna make big times. Why? uh… i’m friends with your mom.
Duckburg community college is the only community college that does dance scholarship
duckberg community ducks, and the Duckburg University geese
in helicopter: you ever going to get tired of having our dates like this? no never.
donald take responsibility for our son! panchito what
babe your costume is terrible. why are you still in a sailor hat
tasha austin gay lesbian solidarity
hey webby! *glittery hands*
webby diary
shake for trust? glitter on hand. body slam
why did t you tell me your girlfriend is a pilot? tasha said i shouldn’t tell you because of what happened to you pilot ex. he’s still alive!
pablo: sleeper agents be like time for my next mission
CHRISTMAS GIFTS
WHATS UP T-BOYS?
donald’s boyfriends what does gladstone have against gay people
donald you should wingman for me. i thought you were gay
dugan duck is your secret kid isn’t he
huey ponytail
donald has three boyfriends why can’t i have two
woops i mexed up their super powers - let’s go, t boys! i didn’t make them trans! they were like that before, right?
your brother donald has like five partners. yeah and i’m not my brother donald. you’re right. i should date your brother donald
dewey damn girl your ass phat what are your pronouns. katy nun/ya
tying normie trans girl to a chair turbo pablo
don’t worry. the promise ring is just a tracking device
punch buggy gets steadily more and more violent
dewey’s many licenses
duck twins cobwebs
beaks: help! #911
katy can not entertain in her tiny trailer
uno gaydar donald i finally give you a job and you’re being gay on the clock??
when mom comes in and you have to hide your DS under your pillow
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A Perfect Balance
Sky High - Warren Peace x Reader
Request -
A/N: Thanks again @kpopgirlbtssvt for requesting – I loved this sooo much!! There is a serious lack of Warren fics out there, and I completely encourage any writers out there to write something for sky high too!
I added some cliches but sssh you’ll love it.
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For anyone who’s never been the new kid, lunch is by far the worst part of your day. There’s no one to assign you a seat, cliques are already established, and people keep staring (but never offer to help you out of your misery).
(Y/N) gripped her lunch tray tightly, trying not to think about the frost spreading around her fingers. She’d joined the school two months into the year, an awkward time really, but at least she didn’t have to catch up on too much.
Walking through the lunch hall, (Y/N) tried to find a good spot. Just somewhere to sit for one day. Oh how she wished people would stop looking – it was making her nervous. As if she didn’t stand out of the crowd enough as new girl, but her hair gave her away more than anything; tips frosted white, snowy streaks unevenly placed; not to mention the cold air around her. Anyone could look her way and say ‘oh yeah, that’s her’.
Where to sit… where to sit…
No one really seemed to look particularly inviting. And all of the tables were almost completely full. And the longer she stood around searching for a seat, the more awkward she felt. Eventually, in her panicked, brisk walking between tables, she managed to find a place by the floor-to-ceiling windows. The table was empty, save for a boy sat on his own; he looked to prefer it that way, and he didn’t seem the friendliest, but it was either him or the cheerleaders. Without thinking about it too much, (Y/N) let her feet take her towards him, set down her tray, and sat beside him.
Upon noticing her presence, the boy looked up. He was handsome, that was the first thing she noticed. He had shoulder length black-brown hair, which he seemed to almost be hiding behind, with a red streak on his right. She wondered for a moment if it was natural, it wouldn’t surprise her much. The frown he wore seemed somewhat practiced, though the curiosity directed at her was obvious. “Sorry…” (Y/N) muttered before he could say anything, brushing some hair behind her ear and making little eye-contact, “I just, um… I didn’t really want to sit with a group.” She justified, nervously playing with her fork, his gaze unwavering. “Do you mind?”
He stared for a second longer, then shook his head. “No, you can sit.” Not a man of many words, it would seem.
They both went back to their plates, not particularly interested in the food on it – for a private school funded by the superheroes and villains of the state, you’d think they’d have a better quality of meals to serve their students. As she glanced around the room, (Y/N) noticed people whispering and looking their way, likely gossiping about her, as teenagers seem to do best. Honestly, it was downright rude, to say the least. Why were they staring so much? Surely they’d seen a new girl before.
“What’s your name?” The boy asked suddenly, almost making her jump (why was she so on edge today?)
“Wh- oh um… (Y/N)… (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” She answered, forcing herself to meet his eye – they were quite lovely, actually. There was a few moments of silence between them. “And… er… what’s yours?”
The boy looked back to her, his hair falling over his eyes. It wasn’t often that she blushed, being so cold, but the unfamiliar heat rushed to her face from the way he stared – it wasn’t the same stare everyone else had given her, it was curious, and kind. “Warren Peace.”
Warren Peace. She liked his name, it was a good name, it suited him. Though, it was familiar… “Hi- er… nice to meet you… Warren,” (Y/N) replied, giving him a shy smile. Heat radiated from him barely a second later, warming her icy temperature and bringing the air around them back to a comfortable temperature. The perfect balance.
It was silent between them for a while as they picked at their food, though the whispers kept going, even when Warren gave a harsh glare to anyone who looked over. What were they all talking about anyway?
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“What’re you guys talking about?” Asked Layla as she set her tray down at their table, scooting next to Will.
“The new girl,” Magenta answered, pointing her fork to a table at the other side of the room, where a lot of people seemed to be glancing.
Leaning forward, Zach tried to gain everyone’s attention. “Hey, does anyone know what her powers are? And why’s her hair like that?”
“She had a private power placement,” said Ethan, pushing his glasses up his nose and taking another glance back to the girl, then quickly regretting it when Peace sent him a snare. “But I heard Coach Boomer put her in Hero classes, so whatever it is, it’s gotta be pretty cool.”
Layla nodded and took a bite out of her salad, stealing another glance to the window. “Okay… so why’s everyone staring?” Really, it was kinda rude.
“Duh,” Will rolled his eyes, “she’s sat next to Warren Peace – and he’s okay with it!”
Zach nodded after watching the girl tuck a silver strand of hair behind her ear. “And she’s really pretty.”
Magenta kicked him under the table.
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When she found out that Sky High had a required P.E. class, (Y/N) wasn’t really sure what she expected. Maybe some archery or agility courses or dodgeball. But even given a hundred guesses, not once would she ever have guessed battle training. What kind of insane school is this – teaching kids to use each other’s weaknesses in a fight? How on Earth was this even legal? Why would they teach teenagers – by far the dumbest and most easily influenced of all ages – to fight?
She was sat at the end of the middle row of the bleachers, watching in both horror and amazement as two of her peers attacked each other in the centre of the room. As far as she’d gathered, there were three kinds of battle training class: student vs student, ‘good-guys’ vs ‘bad-guys’, and Save the Dummy (where the heroes have to save a victim). It all seemed quite brutal, but then again, useful.
At the moment, one of the cheerleaders had duplicated herself to fight against a girl with telekinesis. And (Y/N) couldn’t tell who was winning.
“Hey.” Came a voice from beside her.
(Y/N) jumped, she was so immersed in the game in front of her that she hadn’t noticed the boy from lunch sit next to her. There was that uninvited heat in her cheeks again. “Oh, er- hi,” she smiled nervously. She was warmed by his presence; she figured it was because he was just too damn gorgeous.
Warren looked different in his sports gear, casual and comfortable, a stark change to the boots, jeans, and leather jacket from this morning. But the blue definitely suited him.
He looked at her in that curious way he had before, as if there was something about her which he couldn’t quite place. Then cleared his throat. “So, how’s your first day been treatin’ you?”
More talkative than before too. “Ye- um- yeah it’s been… different.” She answered, playing with the hairband on her wrist and thanking her lucky stars that she hadn’t started to freeze up yet.
The boy nodded, barely paying any attention to the fight; though she supposed he wouldn’t, if this was a weekly occurrence. “Different?”
“Mhm.” She hummed, trying her best to make eye-contact, but it was so difficult when he looked at her with such casual intensity. “I don’t know what I was expecting, really.”
There was a thud as the telekinetic girl flung a chair across the ‘battle field’, knocking one of the duplicates over.
There was a longer silence between them as they both watched the fight, (Y/N) winced every time someone landed a hit. With every kick and swing of the cheerleaders, the telekin defended with an equally strong block, this time using Coach Boomer’s old bat.
He leaned in a little closer, enjoying the way he cooled around her. “It’s not as bad as it looks,” he explained, as the cheerleader swept the other girl’s feet.
“You’ve been down there?” She asked, though it seemed like a stupid question.
Warren didn’t seem to notice her internal curses, simply nodding an answer. “Most of us have, usually depends on how Boomer’s feeling.”
That didn’t settle too well with her; how could they expect her to use her gift against someone?
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“So, how was your first day?” (Y/N)’s mother asked as they got in the car.
It was six o’clock and (Y/N) and her little brother were being treated to dinner out, which was really just because they hadn’t unpacked all of their kitchen stuff yet and no one felt like cooking.
“It was awesome,” said Ben from the back seat, “we were doing multiples in class and I finished first, so Miss Blake gave me a sticker. Then at lunch, someone brought a soccer ball and they let me play with them.” Her brother grinned as he untangled the string of his yo-yo.
“That’s great, honey.” Their mom commented, turning down a busy street. “And how about you, (Y/N)?”
(Y/N) shrugged, fiddling with the radio until she found a song she liked: Pon de Replay by Rihanna, this week’s hit. “It was okay,” she started as they found a parking spot and got out, apparently there was a nice Chinese restaurant here. “They do battle training in gym.”
“They do not.” Ben defied, scrunching his face up.
“Do too,” she argued back, frowning just the same.
Their mom rolled her eyes as she led them inside. It was a nice restaurant – affordable too – with plenty of seats and booths, and that lovely red and gold painted décor all around the room. (Y/N) had a feeling that this would become a regular stop for them.
“And did you make any friends?”
They took a booth by a window, which Ben insisted on sitting in front of, and a cute vanilla scented candle was lit in the middle. “No one makes friends on the first day,” answered (Y/N) as she took off her coat.
“I did,” taunted her brother.
“Shut up.”
“You shut up.”
As Ben ranted about how many new friends he made, (Y/N) looked over the menu. Going out for Chinese food and getting take-out was good and all, but she’d much rather be back home. In her regular house with a regular school and a regular life. But when the universe closes a door, it opens a window… right?
“What can I get you?” The waiter asked as he came from behind, pulling out a notepad and pen from his apron.
Oh dear gods.
Her family made their orders while she looked on in panic. Warren Peace was here. Warren Peace was her waiter. Who cursed her?
“Noodles,” she heard from Ben, “just a whole plate of noodles. They’re my favourite y’know.” Why was he so embarrassing?
“A whole plate of noodles,” Warren repeated with a smirk as he wrote it down, “coming right up.”
He was gonna turn to her now. Oh-god-oh-god-oh-no-oh-god--
Recognition crossed his face almost as soon as he saw her, his smirk turning into a light smile. “Oh, it’s you,” he said, using his pen to point.
Her words got stuck in her throat for a second – how did he look so good with his hair pulled back into a bun? Sweet Jesus-Mary-and-Joseph that’s not fair, (Y/N) say something… “Hi.” Did it suddenly get hot in here?
Ben squinted suspiciously at them. “How do you know my sister?” Shut up, Ben.
“School,” she answered quickly, shooting the boy a glare.
Her mother gave him her sweetest smile, one not unlike her daughter’s. “Oh, well it’s nice to meet you…”
“Warren,” he introduced. Oh man his smile was so nice. He turned to the kitchen when someone dinged a bell, sending him a look. “Sorry,” he said, “I gotta get back to work. What did you want?”
“Oh! Yeah- um… the-the number twelve, please.”
She let out a sigh when he finally left, feeling the temperature around their booth suddenly drop.
“I thought you said you didn’t make any friends,” said their mother, sipping the glass of iced water that had been placed on the table.
“Ooh, maybe he’s her boyfriend.” Ben giggled – little brothers are so annoying.
“Shut up,” she frowned, kicking his foot under the table and moving her glass of ice out of the way.
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How was she supposed to go to school today and see Warren and act normal?
It was 7am, as her alarm clock reminded her twice every second, and she should be getting ready for school. But at the moment her bed was offering her a much more relaxing day than Sky High would give her, and she was tempted to give in and stay under the covers for the next twenty-four hours.
There was nothing particularly embarrassing about the night before, but that didn’t stop her from being embarrassed.
Groaning painfully, (Y/N) turned over and tapped her alarm, hiding her face from the sunlight streaming through the curtains. She’d have to get up. Unfortunately.
And so she hesitantly pulled back her covers and started her day, opening up her curtains to wake her up. At least she didn’t have science with Professor Medulla today, he freaked her out a little.
(Y/N) went about her routine, dressing and doing her hair and all that, before heading down stairs. Her stalling this morning cost her twenty minutes, so breakfast would have to be toast and a quick coffee.
“You’re cutting it pretty close today,” her mom commented from the breakfast table, watching the daily news on the TV. Another heroic act from the Commander and Jetstream, no surprise there.
(Y/N) didn’t reply, just taking a large sip from her beverage as she popped some bread in the toaster. The coffee was hot and steaming, instantly thawing her frozen aura.
“Didn’t sleep much,” she replied through a mouthful of toast, shrugging casually and checking the time again; she’d have to leave soon if she wanted to catch the bus on time (how else would she get to school if she missed it? It’s not like they have flying taxis).
“‘Cus you was thinking about your boyfriend?” Ben piped up as he sat down, making kissy faces.
(Y/N) glared at him (she honestly couldn’t wait for him to grow up - why was he still stuck on that topic?) over her mug. “I will rip your Pokémon posters,” she grumbled, watching his eyes widen in horror as she downed her coffee. Then made her way out of the house before Ben told their mom.
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Lunch didn’t seem as daunting as the day before, or rather, it was a different kind of daunting.
She knew where the cafeteria was, for a start. She also knew not to make direct eye-contact with the cheerleaders. An improvement.
But now? Now she had to go and sit next to Warren Peace and try her damn best to avoid the topic of last night (for no good reason other than the fact that she was seen in public by a peer), and act normal… that is, if he even wanted her to sit with him. Oh jeez, what if he just let her sit there because it was her first day?
Taking in a deep breath, (Y/N) focused her attention on the hands gripping her tray, and keeping her hot chocolate from freezing. She glanced around the room to assess her surroundings as she made her way to the table she occupied yesterday; reminding herself not to overthink so much.
It was here when she faced another problem.
Warren’s usually empty table was full of people.
Well, full may not be the right word per se, but five strangers was still a lot. She’d seen a few of them around, sharing a class or two probably, but she honestly didn’t think Warren had any friends. No offence to him, of course, but he was a little intimidating, y’know?
They looked to be chatting nicely, except for Warren who looked irritated. Shoot was it still okay for her to sit there? Before she could change her mind and retreat, one of the girls in the group spotted her and smiled. Here goes nothing.
“Hey…” (Y/N) said, trying not to seem awkward as she reached the table. All eyes were on her and she was greeted with a series of ‘hi’s and ‘hello’s. “Er… is it okay if I sit here?” If only they knew how hard she was trying to keep the temperature normal in here.
Warren was the first to reply. “Sure,” he said, clearing his throat and moving aside to make some room (despite that he was obviously reluctant to sit closer to the light-haired boy next to him).
The group shared some looks that she couldn’t quite read as she sat down, as if they had a silent conversation in the two seconds that no one spoke. (Y/N) did her best to ignore it, hoping she hadn’t interrupted something, and instead tried to relax in the warmth that inexplicably enveloped her. “So,” she started, “these are your friends?” She directed at Warren.
He shook his head, immediately shutting down their hopeful smiles. “No, I just know them.” Warren grumbled, but the others just rolled their eyes at his behaviour (much in the same way friends do, coincidentally).
Ignoring the brooding teen across from her, the sweet-looking girl in front of her beamed. “I’m Layla, it’s nice to meet you--”
“New girl, hi! What’s your powers? We’ve been dying to know.” Burst the pale boy beside Warren, giving her his full attention. He reminded her of an excitable dog, the kind that can barely sit still long enough to receive a treat.
“Zack.” Scolded the purple-haired girl, glaring at him harshly.
Zack hardly seemed to notice it. “What? I can’t ask?”
“You’re being rude.” She answered back.
“I just wanted to know--”
“It was kinda rude man…” continued the boy with the blue shirt.
“Well we haven’t had a new girl before I just wanted to know her powers, what’s wrong with that--”
“Her name is (Y/N).” Snapped Warren, silencing their bickering. They stared for some time before collecting themselves, then following Layla’s lead to introduce themselves.
There was another beat before anyone said anything. “So… um… what are your powers?” Asked the boy in orange, Ethan, as if he was uncertain if he should ask.
Taking a gulp of her beverage, and cringing at its low temperature, (Y/N) nervously fiddled with the mug. “Oh er… I don’t… I don’t really use it…” she trailed off; Warren took the drink from her grasp, which she’d found quite strange, until he returned it a few seconds later. It was hot and steaming just as it had been when it was first poured. The realisation hit her. And it explained the lovely warmth that surrounded her in his presence.
He really was hot.
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A few weeks had passed and (Y/N) felt she was settling in nicely. She’d gotten quite close to Warren’s not-friends and had even been invited to hang out with them; but out of everyone so far, she’d grown closest to Warren, and she could safely say he was at least fond of her. He greeted her with a (very rare) smile every day, warmed up her drinks when they were cold, and even sent a particularly nasty look to a boy in class that commented on her hair. Everyone seemed to notice his “weird behaviour”, as Will put it, but (Y/N) couldn’t tell what he meant.
Today was gym class. So far, (Y/N) had managed to avoid Coach Boomer’s eye and stayed in the stands. But it seemed her luck was about to run out.
The room was set up for battle training (she still couldn’t believe that was a real thing) and everyone was sat on the bleachers anticipating who was to be picked. Two boys were stood in the centre looking at the crowd with pride, like they couldn’t wait for a fight (again, they’re just breeding stronger villains here), it seemed these two were a team that was usually picked; coaches always had favourites. (Y/N) knew that the one with the stripey sleeves was stretchy in some way, and the other one with the hyper-speed was called – you’ll never guess – Speed. Surely that wasn’t his real name, right?
Coach Boomer was eyeing the students and scanning the registration list for names, picking out some targets.
“Ah,” he said over the noisy teens, “(Y/L/N) – let’s see how you hold your own, hm?”
Bad luck.
Everyone was intrigued; after all, she hadn’t yet used her abilities and the whole school was waiting to see what the new girl could do. Oh jeez she might be sick.
Warren, who always sat beside her in this class, noticed her anxiety – knowing very well she had some sort of reluctance about using her powers – and gave her a determined look. She rose from the stands and started to make her way down to the Pit (as she’d so perfectly called it), hating the way the ‘villains’ looked at her like she was their prey.
She was just wishing for the floor to swallow her up when she heard someone else making their way over. “I don’t recall announcing your name, Mr. Peace,” said Coach Boomer as the crowd started to cheer. But what did he care really?
Sure enough, Warren had taken it upon himself to stand beside her. She gave him a questioning look, but he just shrugged. “I figured you’d need some actual help for this one,” he said, in a way that made her wonder if he thought anyone else could help her like he could. But she didn’t question it, more than glad he was here.
Before she knew it the coach was blowing a whistle and the so-called ‘game’ began.
Without a moment’s notice the fast kid started running about, either trying to cause a distraction or land a hit, While his teammate came towards her with a grin.
She almost lost her cool when Warren literally lit his arms on fire. He threw flame after flame in the direction of the blur zooming about but barely managed a hit.
Stretch – or whatever his name was – tripped her up while she was distracted, and the crowd ‘ooh’ed. (Y/N) got back up quickly and whacked his other arm away from her face, only to be tripped again. This only pissed her off. While she was on the ground he tried to cling onto her arm, but she managed to grab his sleeve and pull him forward, kicking him in the gut as he lost his balance.
Hot-head over there didn’t appear to be doing so well with Speed; the best he’d managed was lighting the back of his shirt, which quickly blew out. And Speed was easily landing hits, kicks, and trips.
She didn’t know what to do about that, but there was little time to think when the blur came at her and pushed her onto her back (apparently he was immoral enough to attempt to suffocate Warren but not enough to hit her too).
It started to become very overwhelming – Warren managed to burn them here and there, she’d managed a few hits herself – but the amount of times she was so easily pushed over was starting to get embarrassing. The room started to get cold as she got more and more tense, and she could feel her resolve starting to slip. Warren was struggling to stay aflame as Speed ran about landing hits before they could be blocked. She’d tried to help, but the stretchy guy wrapped his arms around her several times, completely immobilising her. Honestly she was impressed by his strength, he didn’t look it. Panic overcame her as Warren was hit to the floor, and she could hear the other guy laughing behind her. Her heart was beating so fast she could hear it in her ears, her senses overwhelming her so much she hadn’t even noticed that it started to snow. Speed hit Warren so hard that he fell backwards with a loud thump and cradled his shoulder, and she felt so helpless – and so, so angry. Angry at this stupid school for encouraging this sort of behaviour, angry and the students for cheering them on, angry at Boomer for not intervening, and definitely angry at the two sadistic bullies making her watch.
She heard a scream behind her as she was released from the arms holding her in place. Her captor had barely even retracted his arms when they froze over, looking panicked and afraid (and maybe a little pained too). Good, she thought, he deserves it.
Speed ran over to her in an instant, and before she could even think about it, the floor froze over almost immediately, right the way across the gym, up the walls and windows, and across the ceiling; icicles drooping down above their heads like a warning. Speed went flying across the room, skidding on the floor and losing all control, and went straight into the frozen-over window, the sound of his face smacking the ice resonating across the room (it was probably going to be quite painful pulling his face away from it).
The gym was eerily quiet as everyone took in the events of the last… forty seconds? They were all starting to shiver and their breaths fogged in the air as they stared, it’s probably safe to say no one was expecting that.
Ignoring their stares as best she could, (Y/N) went to help Warren up. He was still holding his shoulder, but seemed a little preoccupied with staring at her. But his stare was different, she didn’t feel uncomfortable under it. “Um… you okay?” She asked nervously, avoiding the whispers bouncing around the room.
He nodded, looking at her in awe. Their hands steamed as she helped him up, a quiet hiss at the contact. She was colder now, he noticed; the tips of her fingers white and freezing. And her eyes had a crystallised look to them now, which was new, but definitely welcomed and no less beautiful than before.
A voice cleared behind them. Coach Boomer came down from his seat, looking very cold in his shorts. “Well… I guess it’s pretty clear who won.”
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All day people had been talking about it, and it was driving her insane. At this point no one even bothered to whisper about it. On the plus side she wasn’t the ‘new girl’, however, now she was ‘ice girl’. Frankly she was a little insulted by the lack of creativity.
All day she’d been avoiding eye-contact and keeping her head down, but it was hard to go unnoticed when people were looking for the girl with the white in her hair. Warren must have noticed.
She was making her way to her next class when a hand grabbed her, instinctively her hand froze up, but the sudden hiss of steam let her know who it was before she turned. Warren was leading her somewhere, he didn’t say where and ignored her when she asked, but his hand around hers felt too good to object. “Look, I know this is stressing you out, and you look like you’d rather die than go to lunch and be stared at all day,” he said as he pulled her outside, “so I’m helping.”
Wait, why were they outside?
“Helping how exactly?” (Y/N) asked suspiciously, as they approached one of the buses. But he only shushed her.
Before she knew it they were on a flight back down to Earth and walking free. Jeez, she felt like such a criminal cutting school like this. She couldn’t believe they were doing this. “Warren we’ll get in so much trouble,” she argued lamely – not like there was much choice now, and she hardly wanted to go back.
“Nah,” he replied, “just call it an early weekend.”
He lead her through various streets she didn’t recognise and past an empty children’s park with Stronghold Real Estate benches on every corner, towards a slightly run-down part of town. (Y/N) vaguely wondered how easy it would be to kidnap her, given that she’d willingly followed a boy she’d barely known for a few weeks out of school and to a secondary location with no idea where she was and little to no witnesses.
But, of course, Warren wasn’t kidnapping her – she knew that. Still, the mind wanders.
Next he lead her to a rather large building, with lots of windows and a plain front. An apartment building, she realised, as he took her down the side-alley, where he jumped for the ladder of the fire escape stairs, holding it down for her as if he were politey holding open a door for a lady.
“Where are we?” (Y/N) asked as she approached the steps, trusting him enough to go ahead.
Warren followed behind, the sound of his heavy boots hitting the metal reassured her of his presence. “My place,” he answered simply, “keep going.”
Eventually they reached the top of the building; there wasn’t much there, other than a few vent boxes and satellite dishes. Then she noticed a large tin box in the shadow of the vent. Warren went and opened it, pulling out a thin blanket to sit on, some sodas, and a few snacks. “Oh… so this is like… your place.” (Y/N) said, taking in the view of the city in the midday sun, glad she wasn’t in that cafeteria right now.
The boy said nothing, just patting the spot next to him as an invitation to sit.
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the world go by and relishing each other’s company. It felt strangely intimate, (Y/N) thought, to be in Warren’s place, his sanctum, the space he’d created as an escape to be in peaceful solitude. It was like he’d invited her to sit not only on his blanket, but in his life outside of school. He was sharing a side of him that he kept so secret from everyone else, and it made her heart flutter.
“Y’know…” he muttered into the silence, leaning back against the steel vent, “I’d come here a lot when I was a kid. My parents used to fight a lot, sometimes for hours, and it wasn’t far enough in my room.”
The biggest piece of information about his life he’d shared with her so far; (Y/N) wasn’t uncomfortable receiving it, only disheartened that he looked so sad. She knew under that tough-guy facade there was a boy who needed some love. “Why did they fight?” She asked innocently, following his movements and leaning back, mildly aware of how their shoulders touched.
“My dad’s a villain,” he admitted, looking down at the leather bracelets on his wrist, “mom’s a hero… kinda obvious they wouldn’t work out.” He was quiet again for a beat, assessing her reaction, glad that he received nothing but comfort and empathy. But he knew her next question. “He’s in jail now… my mom had to do it…”
Oh man, that was tough. “I’m sorry,” (Y/N) said, wishing she knew the right words to say but falling short, feeling bad that she couldn’t offer him something better. Instead, she reached out and placed her hand on the warm skin of his arm, hoping to convey her thoughts better this way. “That must have been hard…”
Warren shrugged half-heartedly. “I just always felt kinda conflicted, y’know? Like I’m somewhere in the middle…” He took a second, then looked back at her, the streak of red on his hair hanging over his ear. “I’ve never brought anyone here before… but I… I’m glad you’re here, I don’t want this to feel like a lonely place.”
She adjusted their hands so she was holding his, that little hiss making them both smile. “I don’t want you to feel lonely,” she whispered, angling herself towards him, hoping he believed her.
Warren interlocked their fingers, studying the details of her face. “I’m glad I met you,” he said in a tone that sounded almost vulnerable, swallowing away the lump that lingered in his throat. “Otherwise I’d never get to see Speed crying like a little girl while Lash peels his face off an ice-wall.”
(Y/N) snorted a laugh, covering her face with her free hand. “Oh god stop it,” she giggled, “I already feel bad.”
“No you don’t,” he grinned. How did he already know her so well? Of course she didn’t regret making that little sadist cry after beating Warren like that. “But I am glad I met you,” he affirmed.
(Y/N) smiled sweetly, feeling her face heat up again. “Me too.”
There was a moment or two where they just stared at each other, anticipating what the other might do while having no idea that they were subconsciously moving closer. They stared until their vision blurred and their eyes started to close, hearts beating in unison as their noses bumped. She could feel his shakey breath on her face as they stopped. “This okay?” He breathed, barely disturbing the quiet. She nodded, not trusting her voice to answer. But that was all he needed to seal the gap and send their hearts soaring.
In a world divided between good and bad, it was hard to find your place, because humans don’t really work that way, do they? But whatever the future may bring, it didn’t matter right now. For now they were just two ordinary teenagers, sitting on a roof, and sharing a moment; knowing at least that whatever happens, they’ll have each other. A perfect balance.
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The End
What do you think?
Thank you again @kpopgirlbtssvt for such a lovely request! And I encourage any other writers to contribute something for the Sky High fandom bc there’s a criminal lack of fics. I loved this story so much so thankks again K xx
#warren peace#Warren peace x reader#sky high#sky high x reader#x reader#fanfic#fanfiction x reader#sky high Warren peace#Warren peace x fem!reader#sky high fandom#x y/n
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it’s been long since I made a pro Tony Stark post but seeing someone try to blame the events of Civil War going south on him had me heated. look, I will admit that some of Tony’s actions in the movie where not okay at all like wanting to kill Bucky for killing his mother while under HYDRA’s influence but maybe Steve stans and a lot of pro team cap folks should realize that Steve’s actions also played a huge role in the movie as well.
for one, maybe Steve should have realized that 119 countries banding together to make a document, you feel is threatening your rights, is a serious matter. 119 countries is almost two-thirds of the countries in the UN and the world, if a great part of the world thinks you are doing more harm than good, maybe as a superhero, you should try to reason with them.
two, Steve chose to do nothing when he thought his rights were threatened by the accords. I do think there were some human rights violations in the accords that should not have been avoided, however, Steve chose to do nothing. anyone who has done a bit of activism know how ineffective that strategy is.
three, Steve’s actions were proving to the UN even more reasons why they felt the accords were necessary. interfering with law enforcement when they were out for Bucky who was potentially dangerous was a bad idea. sure, Bucky was his best friend and I don’t blame Steve for wanting to save him. however, let us remember that Bucky had killed people while he was the Winter Soldier and the Romanian government didn’t have the perspective we have and they had every reason to see him as a huge threat.
four, infantilizing Wanda by calling her a kid because Tony decided to put her on house arrest. and yes, I agree that Tony not telling Wanda was a very bad idea but let us not forget that the Avengers were still under public scrutiny after a disaster of a mission in Lagos and the accords. Wanda could have been attacked by outsiders who could have gone the Zemo route because a family member was in Lagos and that would have caused her to try to defend herself which could get twisted by the media and turn more of the public against her and the avengers as a whole. mind you, the Avengers were facing enough mistrust from the public.
also, Steve, calling a huge comfortable compound with a swimming pool an internment is a bit tonedeaf to those whose ancestors have been to actual interments. as someone who had an Asian American on his team, I’d expect he know better.
five, accords or not, maybe the Russian government has the right to know about a man controlling dangerously brainwashed men within their country. sure, it latter turned out to be a false alarm but considering the fact that this was a security threat which many countries would take seriously, Steve for some reason never considered the fact that the Russian government should be alerted to something like that. if this didn’t scream arrogance, I don’t know what else did.
six, resisting arrest and trashing public property while on international borders in the bid of resisting arrest would piss off the very people who are already pissed at you and your American passport would not bail you out of that one. even international passports come with a warning about their holders committing a crime in other countries. the fact that Steve acknowledged that his team could get arrested for that made it even worse.
this one is actually addressed to the whole of team cap, not just Steve, but seven, you cannot commit a crime on international soil with full knowledge that it is a crime and then blame somebody else for why you ended up in jail. sure, the rift and Thaddeus Ross are sketchy in nature but Scott and Clint blaming Tony for why they ended up there was funny to me because they made the informed decision to commit a crime.
eight, which is a major part being that it was the climax of Civil War, hmmm, maybe keeping the secret of the death of the parents of your rich teammate whose money was funding the search of their killer from him is a very bad idea. idk, man, I would be angry too if it were me. sure, wanting to kill Bucky was wrong but if we didn’t fault the Mayonnaise twins, T’Challa, Peter Parker and later Shuri for going after their parents’ (perceived, in T’Challa’s case) killers, maybe we could give Tony too some grace because brainwashed or not, I would have gone after Bucky too.
nine, the apology letter was the shittiest letter ever and I don’t blame Tony for not wanting to speak to Steve during the events of Infinity War. like how can you even write that type of letter to someone you offended and expect the relationship to still be intact?
there was one part I almost forgot but that quote that emboldened Steve is also dumb the more I look at it. oh yeah, plant yourself in front of the 119 countries you didn’t even bother to address at all and tell them “no, you move” is the ultimate height of hubris. when you are already on thin ice with the public? and Steve thought this was a good idea? yikes 😬
#pro tony stark#tony stark defense squad#steve rogers critical#i’m still bitter about civil war#the more i look at it the more i hate it#and yeah i agree that the accords had their own problems too so i am not fully on board with them#but this post is less about the accords and more about steve’s response#the part that had me angry the most is the “plant yourself like a tree as say you move” quote#like my brother in christ#you didn’t even bother to address these countries in the first place#y’all didn’t even bother to have a word with the public and this is the route you want to take?!#now that im thinking about it#this is arrogance at its height#what was steve thinking when he decided to roll along with this quote?#if civil war was trying to get me to support team cap they failed woefully at that#one part was from having steve acting like this.#the fact that even chris evans was not on steve’s side should say something
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To give a small update, I've been making jewelry the past few days with pearls and necklaces with repurposed charms/earrings. It's pretty fun, to be honest. Has anyone here ever made jewelry before? A few relatives of mine used to make jewelery and sell it/gift it to people as a side job/hobby. It might just run in the family😅 This being said:
Imagine a Reader who makes jewelry...
Necklaces, chokers, bracelets, earrings, rings, anklets, you name it, they can and will make it.
Picky about your beads? Never fear! They have TONS of them! Bags and boxes and crates full, some repurposed from old pieces, some brand new, some from thrift stores or craft sections, it's all there! You like a certain color but want a gem for it? Reader has you covered! Amethyst, crystal, pearl, amber, fluorite, tiger's eye, garnet, pyrite, obsidian, etc. ! You want something more down-to-earth? Reader can do that, too! Wooden beads in all shapes and sizes and shades, crafted glass beads in different flora and fauna or abstract forms, even charms of metal and plastic and ceramic, if that's your style!
The platonic yamderes would definitely ADORE whatever Reader themed after them! A pair of earrings with lighting bolt charms and cloud puffs after Storm, complete with a weather-inspired necklace full of little cloud puffs and sun beads and rain crystals? She'd model it for you if you wanted! You want to make an entire cottage-core themed bracelet set with frogs and toads and mushrooms? Toad would love to be your muse, so you can capture their essence! You used animal bones and rough stones based on how Wolverine and Sabretooth are? Ohhhhh honey, they'd be supplying you with any bones you want, all while seeing how it looks on them. Point is, if you have ANYTHING that is based on or themed after any of the mutants, they are so going to be taking a look and talking about it!You want to sell your jewelry? They're your hype men. You need to find customers or a crowd who enjoys your craft? Surprise, the entire superhero, supervillain, and mutant communities are informed about it, and suddenly you have a steady stream of buyers. Oh, someone wants to show them in a gallery or show? They'll be pushing people towards your masterpieces, all while talking about the artist, who they know personally (you). You can bet the mutants who have some money tucked away buy the entire collections that are based on/themed around them (and they are NOT cheap when it comes to buying every last piece centered on them).
You can bet yourself that the platonic yans would be all for you and your craft, no matter the cost or trials it brings. H*ck, they're probably funding/donating to your art at this point, making sure you're never out of jewels, beads, threads, wires, metals, or jewelry pliers. If you need an extra hand with something, you have several willing volunteers. You need a new muse? Sign them up, they'll do all sorts of stuff with you to give you that inspiration you crave. You need a break from working too hard? Sit down, have some tea or coffee or orange juice, and let them help you wind down. They love you, and they love what you do, but they won't have you stretching yourself thin just to make ends meet. If you need anything, say the word and they'll be there. You've always been a pal, a friend, a sibling, or kid to them; let them repay the favor. You're their jewel, their gem, their lucky charm, and they wouldn't ever want to let you down.
(Should I make a post about the type of jewelry/sets/collections each X-Men Evolution character would have made by Reader based on them and their theme/colors/powers?)
#honeycomb thoughts#platonic yandere marvel#yandere platonic marvel#platonic yandere xmen#yandere x-men#platonic yandere#platonic yandere x reader#platonic yandere marvel x reader#platonic yandere xmen evolution#platonic yandere xmen: the animated series#platonic yandere xmen evolution au#platonic yamdere xmen
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Losing my mind at the kids reading Bruce/Batman fic
No cause I actually think about this stuff all the time. The Waynes are celebrities!!! Depending on your preference they could be international celebrities or local celebrities, but Bruce and Tim have both been the CEO of an international conglomerate worth billions, Bruce at the very least has to have been on the cover of TIME magazine and had a billion interviews about how-to-be-successful even though, you know, he's the definition of a nepo baby. So between the Waynes and the Batman being two of the most important cultural exports from Gotham, and the fact that WE openly funds Batman, there's gotta be some really good stuff in the celebrity and superhero RPF fandoms, right? It's just sort of obvious that people will start shipping them
So. Who brings it to the Batfam's attention? There are several possible avenues. I personally think it makes the most sense for Tim or Steph to have found it. They're both around 17-19, they went to school and had friends, so yeah, they're on social media. Tim has to have an online presence that's semi professional and so has a secret second account on all websites and apps, but Steph goes full fucking feral on main. I think Tim gets @ - ed a lot by weirdos, including people tagging him in their Tim Drake/YN fanfiction (sidenote do not do this in real life. Please don't do this in real life), but for that reason it might actually be that his blacklist is a mile long. Like he simply cannot see the word fanfiction on his Twitter feed. So Steph is the one that finds the one million BruBats fanfiction. She sees it mentioned and hunts it down. And then she sends it in the batkids GC and shit EXPLODES
Dick is very much like, a person with better things to do than be a weird gremlin online and he's never actually seen a fanfic before. He's heard of it because he gets asked weird things sometimes, but this is effectively his introduction to the world of fic and he's horrified. He steals Damian's phone so he won't see it which just makes Damian all the more curious and determined to read it. It gets physical
Steph and Tim take turns reading it out loud to Cass (Steph does Batman's voice, Tim voices Bruce) who finds the whole thing a little baffling. Neither Brucie nor Batman are particularly similar to her adoptive father and the concept of fic is a little out of her wheelhouse, although Steph does a very good job explaining the basic terms and reasons for its existence to her
Babs knew all along. This wasn't new to her. She's read worse things while doing research for cases
Duke reads the whole thing in one sitting (ish, it's really long). It's actually really good and he leaves some really thoughtful comments on the characterization and slow burn. The author doesn't reply but does cherish those comments forever
Jason wrote it Jason doesn't interact with the GC but babs literally hacked his phone to prevent him from leaving it so he opens it once a week to mark it as read and leave and he happens to open it in the middle of this shit going down and decides to check it out. He accidentally clicks on the relationship tag however and sees things you can't unsee. He literally runs over his phone and vows to go off the grid from now on
#batfam#batkids#dc#tim drake#stephanie brown#dick grayson#damian wayne#cassandra cain#barbara gordon#duke thomas#jason todd#I fucking love social media aus for this fandom it's so much fucking fun#gail speaks#ask#anonymous
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... ⠀⠀יִיִ⠀𝃣 ⠀⠀ writeblr intro ⠀⠀ 💌 ⠀⠀ ── ⠀⠀ ;
hello ! my name is third king january but feel free to call me third or january ( or any other nickname you'd like ) ! i'm a twenty two year old black lesbian pursuing a graphic design major with a minor in art history and creative writing—considering media studies—who uses they/them pronouns !
ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ :⠀ 🍓. i think this may be my third or fourth time trying out a writeblr, but the other attempts didn't go well since i was busy and didn't put a lot of effort into interacting with my mutuals </3. this time around, i really want to be a part of the community and be more supportive of everyone's writing! my goal for this account is to share my wips, any writing, and keep motivated to do more than just stare at a blank document for hours </3.
i'm a big reader and i plan to share some of my recently reads on this blog. please feel free to send me book recs if you think it's something i might like or if you just wanna ramble about something you read that you really liked! my favorite genres are horror, magical realism, fairy tales and fantasy. i love beautiful prose that's almost poetic and ambiguous writing that has you questioning everything until the grand reveal.
my favorite books are: bunny by mona awad, deathless by catherine m. valente, and how to win the time war by amal el-mohtar and max gladstone. the last two books helped me understand the kind of writing style i want to strive for as did poetry !! i don't have a whole lot of fav poems, but worm king's lullaby by richard siken is one that's always spinning in my head.
alongside reading i like manga, webtoons, videogames, and anime. my all time favorite anime is hyouka followed by angel beats and clannad. my favorite webtoon is omniscient reader's viewpoint and i can't recommend it enough. it's soosososo good! ( i started with the webtoon before switching to the novel bc i was too impatient to wait for the updates ) my favorite games are the halo series and oxenfree.
other interests of mine include music, drawing, art, watching youtube videos, journaling, horror movies, and sleeping 😴. i have a few graphic novels / webcomics in my wips so i'm learning how to draw to make them a reality! i also have a video game that's tied to another wip so i'm getting into coding as well !
please never be shy / afraid to tag me in ask games, send me an ask, or even a message! i also have a discord ( username: thirdking ) if you'd like to add me and message me there. also never think or feel like you're bothering me or anything if you wanna say hi or ramble about your interests. i'm always looking to make new friends !! 😁
i ask that minors don't interact or follow !! thank you !!
i have a handful of wips that's been running laps in my head for some time now but these are the ones ( excluding shorter stories ) that aren't multimedia projects or animation ideas, but i may talk about those anyways 😋 since most of these are still in the outlining stage they're subject to change but i'll make sure to update anything to reflect those changes !
📝 𖹭 ⠀ֵ⠀ wip one ; spring ( technically untitled but springs gna be in the final title )
the story follows two ex band mates reconnecting in their adult years after they parted ways when their front man signed a major record deal.
📝 𖹭 ⠀ֵ⠀ wip two ; sisyphus
sisyphus stars three siblings at the center of a conspiracy 1!1!1 the oldest sibling, an astronaut, goes missing during a privately funded space mission embarking to a new planet found in the solar system. i wouldn't call this a greek retelling, but it does a feature a lot of nods to classic greek myths!
📝 𖹭 ⠀ֵ⠀ wip three ; atwe
atwe follows the mother of a teen superhero getting revenge after her kid is killed by an unknown villain. though it's my own special take on superheroes featuring my personal criticisms on teen heroes, it's also a study on family—in particular—distant family relations and saying i love you a little too late.
📝 𖹭 ⠀ֵ⠀ wip four ; march marchen ( title will definitely change )
march marchen is my sort of alice in wonderland / fairy tale retelling that follows an unnamed girl in what might be wonderland trying to figure out who she is and who she isn't. ft parallel worlds, escapism, the fear of childhood, and the fear of adulthood.
📝 𖹭 ⠀ֵ⠀ wip five ; neapolitan ( title will definitely change )
neapolitan is a magical girl webcomic / graphic novel. the story follows a trio of girls becoming the successors of a long line of ice cream inspired magical girls. ft a bright fun palette, gore, and cannibalism! though it's a webcomic, i intend to give it a novelization from the perspective of a different set of magical girls.
if you'd like to be added to a taglist please send me an ask! it'll be easier for me to keep track ! thank you for reading <3
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Sanji and his brother(s), and Kamen Rider?? (also, sun and moon... and dragons)
Credits to this Twitter post that mentioned that Sanji seems to take inspiration from Kamen Rider Black.
When I poked around that a little, surprisingly the similarity fits not just Sanji, but his brother(s) too. I put the plural in brackets because Kamen Rider Black only has one brother, and I'm not sure if the lore necessarily fits into all 3 of Sanji's brothers. Maybe it's just one of them.
I'm going to start with a long winded summary of the Kamen Rider part first, so bear with that one second before I dive into the Sanji stuff.
(also it veers off into utter madcap theory about mythology again)
Kamen Rider Black's protagonist, Minami Koutarou, lost his parents at a young age and was adopted by his father's friend. He gained an adoptive brother, who coincidentally has the same birthday date as him (so, not blood related, but "almost twins" in a way).
The two brothers were kidnapped by the evil alien/monsters to be become candidates of their new King. Koutarou was to be implanted with the Sun Stone to become Black Sun, and his brother Nobuhiko implanted with Moon Stone to become Shadow Moon.
Koutarou's adoptive father/Nobuhiko's father had "sold" his services to the evil group in exchange for research funds, so he had to participate with the experiments (including experimenting on his own sons). However, knowing that their personalities/memories are going to be erased in the process, he intervened to save them, and was killed in the process.
Only Koutarou made it out, while his brother was left with the evil group. Koutarou gained powers, but still had his humanity, so he became the superhero Kamen Rider Black. His brother, who ended up losing his humanity, became the evil fighter Shadow Moon.
This is similar to what Sora did for her kids. The details of the circumstances are different, but the rough summary of it matches.
Other similarities include the fact that Kamen Rider Black and Shadow Moon aren't actually wearing protective suits or armour. The armour-like appearance is actually "exoskeleton"/hardened skin.
(text is Google Translated from the Kamen Rider official site just to save time, so the wording is somewhat funny but it should still make sense)
Kamen Rider Black looks like that because when he "henshin", he transform into a grasshopper-like alien form first, then his skin hardened into that armour-like appearance. Shadow Moon is permanently in the "armour" form, and doesn't seem to have a human form anymore (at least in the original series).
While Sanji can "henshin" back and forth between normal state and exoskeleton (for now), his brothers just have the exoskeleton permanently.
Edit: Also, the way the Germa raid suits are activated is very similar to how a number of more modern Riders activate their belts to transform:
Okay, now we have established the similarity, but what does it mean?
Possible foreshadowing
In the sequel series, Kamen Rider Black RX, Shadow Moon regained his humanity and helped Kamen Rider Black, but dies in the end.
I sure hope this is not what's going to happen to Sanji's brothers, but it's not an unlikely possibility for the plot to go this way.
Sun and Moon
This is where it really goes into galaxy brain hyperthink. Feel free to ignore from this point onwards if that's not your vibe.
Black Sun and Shadow Moon sounds like they can imply solar and lunar eclipses. Lunar eclipses can be "red", when it happens in the form of the "blood moon". If Sanji's abilities ("black leg", "stealth black") is a reference to Kamen Rider Black, then if Shadow Moon's counterpart is just one person, then it might be Ichiji, the "red" one.
And besides, in some parts of Japanese tradition, "red" can be seen as the opposite of "black". Black is the colour of the north and represents the element water, red is the colour of the south and represents fire.
Aside from that, old Japanese traditions view black as "night", and red as "the sun/sunrise". Thus, opposites, as well as reaffirms the sun/moon-night/day imagery.
The sun and moon tomoe
A sub theory of the above. While Ichiji's power seems to be meant to be "light", many people in the fandom considers his power to be related to fire and heat. Occasionally one would see fanarts with the theme of "Ichiji and Sanji the fire duo".
They have a point. "Sparking" is written with the kanji for light sparks, but those sparks also still imply "fire" (the word includes the fire kanji, and refers to sparks that has the potential to cause fire). This reinforces the "counterparts" theory.
Speaking of fire, sun, and moon, there is a certain object that combines those:
These are the great taiko drums used for gagaku or bugaku traditional dances. The drums are framed in fire shapes, and as such is often known as the "flame drums" kaendaiko 火烟太鼓.
The left drum is decorated with the sun, and the right drum with the moon. It's not always like this, but sometimes the Sun's tomoe curl right, like Sanji's brows, while the Moon's tomoe curl the opposite way, like his brothers.
I've talked about how the Germa skull's eyes resemble tomoe. I've talked about how I suspect Germa has connection to the moon. I also mentioned that there might be a theme of "sun and moon team ups".
The Kamen Rider connection, and the tomoe on the drums, I really hope are hints that would point to Sanji fully reconciling with his brothers properly.
Here be dragons: Sun and moon reversal?
Many people has theorised that Sanji's powers are Lunarian-based, and here's my take on it. Despite its name, though, Lunarians by design seems more closely tied to the sun.
To quickly reiterate, King's design looks similar to Garuda, from both Hindu and Japanese mythology:
The Japanese thought that Garuda is associated with fire and the sun. Not to mention, the black wings (and maybe even the dark skin) brings to mind the legend of the "crow who resides in the sun", the Yatagarasu.
So a fire bird with sun imagery, but named after the moon? Sun/moon reversal. Like a Yin Yang twist.
In connection to the drums from the previous part. The sun drum has dragons, the moon drums has hou'ou ("Asian phoenix"). It's not just because of these drums specifically, it's also in part based on Yin Yang philosophy. Dragon is seen as Yang, and the sun is also Yang. In fact, the Chinese and Japanese word for the sun is "the great Yang" (taiyō 太陽). So they are paired together. The moon is Yin, and because the hou'ou is seen as feminine (Yin), they are paired together as the counterpart to the other pair.
While a hou'ou is nothing like the Western phoenix, we have seen from Marco that Oda-sensei can consider them as the same thing. Marco's fruit powers are based on the western phoenix, but one of his attacks is named after the hou'ou.
If Sanji, who has "sun imagery" (from the Kamen Rider connection), has connection to "fire bird" imagery, then will his brother(s), who has moon connections, get "dragon" imagery to them later?
Ichiji, sparks, and the dragon
Conspiracy upon conspiracy.
Some time ago I pointed out that in terms of the name, Ichiji's "sparks" seems to be connected to his brothers (not Reiju, just his brothers). Besides that, "sparks" 火花 seem to just be byproducts that is not necessarily wanted.
Sparks from electric charge: What you want is electricity. Sparks are either just there, or it's occurring because something's wrong.
Crackling fire sparks: Those are just there as well, and while it can look aesthetic, it's secondary to the fire itself.
Sparks from iron welding/smithing: It's just a byproduct of the metal bring grinded or hit. Not to mention, the sparks are actually hazardous.
This seems strange for a power name, although it could be that sensei was just finding a kanji that's the closest thing to the English word "spark". Maybe this was actually a thing from the older generations of Super Sentai.
Still. Let's imagine that the "spark" being something rather odd for a power is a hint that something is amiss.
That last one from the smithing is what I want to point out here. There is a certain god of blacksmithing in Japan, who shares a name/is syncretised with a dragon. It is Ame no Mahitotsu no Kami.
There is a certain shrine called Tado Taisha in Mie prefecture that used to enshrine a dragon god, known as Ichimoku Ren. However, over time, because of various reasons this dragon god and the blacksmith god became joined as one entity and worshipped in the same shrine.
Following the Phoenix/Dragon theory from above, maybe the one who will get dragon imagery specifically will be Ichiji. Not saying that he will transform into a dragon, that's overdoing it. Just "imagery" associated with it. Perhaps instead of using the Eastern dragon, who are typically associated with wind and rain, the imagery will be more like a Western dragon who are associated with fire.
Although it would be funny if his "true abilities" turn out to be related to wind, though.
Also, the blacksmith god and the dragon are partially syncretised because they both have one eye, so I do wonder if it's possible that under his glasses Ichiji is actually missing one eye? I doubt it since both his eyes were glowing when he did Sparking Valkyrie, but on the other hand, what if like Stealth Black the sparks were all from the suit? What if the glasses generates the light, and it has nothing to do with Ichiji's actual eyes? And that his actually built-in augmentations is not that? I'm just saying.
And a little more detail, in relation to the missing eye theory: Ichimoku Ren and Ame no Mahitotsu both lost their eye because their own activities injured themselves. Blindness from smithing sparks is a common occupational hazard for blacksmiths, and that's how Ame no Mahitotsu lost his eye. Ichinoku Ren lost an eye in a storm, either while trying to stop the storm to protect the people who worship him or while causing the storm in a fit of rage (karma?).
What if Ichiji's powers went haywire one day, and he injured himself then?
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“I want you to stay away from my daughter,” is the first thing out of Slade’s mouth the moment Dick enters the apartment.
To his credit, Grayson barely startles, even though the only sane reaction to finding Deathstroke the Terminator sitting in your living room when you come home would be to run screaming from the room and swan dive off the nearest window. It’s almost like he’s been expecting him—more evidence of his daughter’s betrayal of her own blood, maybe. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“I’m pretty sure I didn’t,” Grayson shoots back, tongue sharp as always, though he doesn’t move. Maybe he’s seen the silenced pistol Slade’s holding, or maybe he’s just not in the right state of mind to pick a fight. Slade should know, but he doesn’t, not really. Grayson’s been a stranger to him since Bludhaven. “Because I could have sworn the guy who asked me to train Rose in the first place just asked me to stay away from her, and that just doesn’t seem right to me.”
Slade doesn’t know how to reply to that. He should, but he doesn’t. “Situation’s changed,” is all he can muster, and it sounds lackluster even to his own ears. Hadn’t he once delighted in matching wits against Grayson, gruff barbs against his pointed quips? Hadn’t he once enjoyed this, the familiarity of being hated and respected in equal measure, the thrill of being feared, the freedom that came with his profession? Hadn’t he been good at this? Hadn’t he liked it? Slade isn’t sure he’s liked anything in a while, and that, more than anything, medio him uneasy. Not even the Herculean task of keeping the monster of his own enhanced mind chained and in its place every hour of every day compared with the sheer discomfort Slade felt whenever he was cursed with melancholy. “You’re to stay away from her from now on.”
“And if I don’t?” Grayson retorts, too quickly to disguise the genuine anger in his voice behind a curtain of empty wit. “What are you going to do about it, Slade?”
“That a trick question, kid?” Slade waves the gun in his hand. “I’ll kill you, and I’ll send your bones to the reconstruction effort so they can make a mausoleum for you next to the mayor’s.”
Grayson’s jaw tenses. Bludhaven’s newly-elected mayor had been a much-beloved figure with an anti-corruption platform that experts had theorized could reduce theft of public funds by nearly half. She had, of course, perished in the chemo bombings, but people sworn up and down to have seen the mayor personally rush into a scorched building to save a family trapped inside before it collapsed under its own weight. It was probably bullshit, but people needed heroes that weren’t mighty superheroes or genius vigilantes, and the remaining Havenites had eagerly taken the mayor on as a symbol of the city’s eventual rebirth. “You’re going to die screaming for what you did.”
Slade feels amused. “That no-killing rule of yours getting tiresome, kid?”
“Never said it was going to be me who kills you, Slade.” Of course. “But sooner or later, someone will. It’s only a matter of time before everything you’ve done catches up to you.”
“I’m sure it is, kid.” Grayson always got off-track whenever Bludhaven came up. “But as fun as arguing about by imminent demise is, it’s not what I’m here for. Are you going to promise to stay away from my daughter from now on or not?”
Grayson starts moving. “Depends. Are you going to promise to stuff that gun of yours down your neck and pull the trigger if I do?”
Slade’s gun follows Grayson as he circles around the couch. “I think you know the answer to that question.”
“Then, no, I’m not going to.”
A muffled shot rings out and a crater appears on the wall to Grayson’s head, causing the younger man to die to still. “Not even if I ask you nicely?”
Grayson’s hands very obviously go behind his back. “Nope.”
Slade stands up, keeping the gun trained on Grayson’s head. He should shoot, but he doesn’t. “Why the hell not?”
“You lost the right to have a say in her life when you drugged her,” Grayson says, confirming Slade’s suspicions about his daughter’s loose tongue, “and I’m not a big fan of people telling me what to do, anyway.”
“That’s news to me.” Slade’s lip curls into a sneer. “Or does daddy bats write his commands down now?”
Grayson’s eyes narrow. There’s a pause. And then he moves.
There’s always a grace to the way Nightwing fights, but it isn’t Nightwing who leaps at Slade in that moment, but Grayson, who had once found a home in the walled-off ruin that could still be seen from Gotham harbor and desperately loved each and every one of its inhabitants. There’s no agility in his tackle, only the hateful strength of a grieving man, and Slade had thought Grayson was smarter than that because Slade would always win a strength match, but then his back hits the floor and Slade grunts in surprise, and he keeps grunting as hit after hit after hit hits his face, and for a moment—
Yeah, no. Slade’s fist crashes into Grayson’s face and his head snaps back, then forward, then back again, blood spurting from his mangled nose, and Slade almost thinks he dented Grayson’s face in before he realizes it doesn’t matter and he throws Grayson off him, leaping on him before he can recover. They roll along the floor, Slade on top, then Grayson, then Slade, then Grayson, before Grayson manages to get his legs underneath Slade and he feels himself being launched into the air. His back hits the wall, hard, at an angle that takes the breath from his lungs, but he manages to turn so that he can roll to his feet as soon as he hits the ground only to finds Grayson on his feet as well, a pair of escrima sticks in his hands.
“Not bad.” Slade wipes at his mouth and begins circling again, cursing himself for his sloppiness. This is not going how it should be going. He’s being slow, impatient… he’s letting his emotions get the best of him, and it’s costing him the fight. Maybe it’s time to change tactics. “But tell me something, Grayson—have you ever considered that maybe Rose doesn’t deserve you sticking up for her?”
Grayson’s brows lower into a frown. “What the hell are you on about now, Slade?”
“Think about it,” Slade says, his tone painfully condescending. Condescension had always worked like a charm on the acrobat—like any son of Batman, Grayson hated not knowing all the facts, and pretending he had missed an obvious conclusion planted seeds of doubt in him like nothing else did. “Did you see me drugging her? Even once?”
“What are you—”
“Did she seem drugged while you were training her?” Slade presses, his one eye observing every little twitch Grayson’s face makes as Slade speaks so his enhanced mind knows where to take this based on his reactions. There was nothing more important to his craft than knowing where to push and where to withdraw—every human had things they were sure of and things they weren’t sure of, and drawing attention to the wrong thing was a surefire way to get your statements thrown back in your face. “Did anything about her behavior even suggest it?”
“Are you seriously trying to… what, imply that Rose made the whole thing up?” Grayson asks, not so much skeptical as wholly incredulous, but Slade can swear he hears the tiniest hint of doubt in his voice.
“I’m not ‘implying’ anything, kid,” Slade retorts, I’m saying that’s exactly what happened.”
“Do you think I’m an idiot, Slade?” Grayson asks, scowling. “Putting everything else aside for a moment, you realize that it wasn’t just Rose you drugged, right? Cassandra says you drugged her too, and they can’t both be making it up.”
“I did drug Cassandra,” Slade admits, because he senses pressing in that direction would be the wrong move, “but I didn’t drug Rose. Why would I? She came to me willingly.”
“That’s not what she says.” Grayson’s hands are tight on his escrima sticks. “You kidnapped her after her foster parents were killed. The Titans confirmed it.”
“She stayed with me willingly, then.”
“Not the same thing.”
“It might as well be.” Slade senses he’s getting closer. “Try to use that brain of yours for a moment, Grayson. What’s more plausible to you… that I drugged my own daughter for months on end for no benefit to myself and that no one ever figured it out… or that Rose felt ashamed of what she’d done after she had a change of heart and made the whole thing up to try to exonerate herself in the eyes of those around her?”
Grayson is silent for a moment. Then: “What about the eye?”
Shit. He hadn’t thought about that. How was he possibly going to justify what Rose did to her own eye if she wasn’t being drugged?
Grayson scoffs after three seconds pass with Slade saying nothing. “Thought so,” he says, and leaps… only to grunt as Slade catches him in the air and throws him to the ground.
“Mistake,” Slade growls, delivering a brutal kick to Grayson’s face before jumping back as Grayson’s leg sweeps the bit of floor he was standing.
“You wanna know what I think, Slade?” Grayson sneers, spitting out a mouthful of blood and swinging his legs around behind him, arching with the motion and getting to his feet. He raises the escrima sticks, his lips curling into an expression that is not at all like a grin. “I think you’re jealous.”
Strike one. “Jealous?”
“Yeah, jealous.” Grayson advances, escrima sticks crackling with electricity. “Jealous of little old me. That must be so embarrassing for you.”
“Did I hit you in the head too hard, kid?” he growls, stepping back despite himself. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Come on, Slade, don’t pretend that’s not what this is about,” Grayson says, turning sideways as Slade flings a chair at him and smashing the vase that flies at his head next in midair without breaking his pace. Slade heard the sound of the chair smashing through the floor-to-wall window behind Grayson a moment later. “I mean, seriously, it’s a little pathetic, don’t you think? Trying to kill me just because your daughter likes spending time with me and Joey more than with you?”
Strike two. Slade’s lips curl into a scowl. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You wanna know what the worst part is?” Grayson continues, his tone turning conspiratorial, the crackle of electricity growing louder as he gets closer. “I wouldn’t even have met Rose if you hadn’t asked me to train her. Hell, I only came for her after you blew up Bludhaven. She might still be with you if it hadn’t been for you messing with people I care about.”
Strike three. Out.
Slade suddenly grins. “You stupid idiot.”
Grayson blinks, lowering the escrima sticks in bemusement. “Huh?”
Slade clicks his earpiece, and the dark room suddenly floods with light as the television screen turns on by itself. Grayson slowly turns around to see Rose there, eyes wide, lips slightly parted in shock.
“You got all that, honey?” Slade asks, even though he knows she did. He has to give his tech guy a raise. Guy had some seriously good ideas.
Rose doesn’t reply. Slade can hear Dick’s breath catching in his throat as he realizes whats just happened.
“Rose, that’s not… that wasn’t… I didn’t…” he tries, but the damage is done. Rose furiously stabs the monitor on her end and the transmission ends, bathing the room in darkness once more. Slade is pretty sure he saw tears in her eyes before the screen went dark.
There’s silence for a long moment, before a small chuckle escapes from Slade’s mouth, and then another, longer one. He’s won. He’s won in a way he couldn’t have imagined even in his wildest dreams. His chuckles rise into a scathing laugh as Grayson stands there, staring stupidly at the dark screen like he could will it to turn back on so he could explain himself if he stared hard enough.
“You… you…” he whispers once he’s gotten over his shock, turning to Slade with wide eyes.
“Me, me, me,” Slade mocks, the final vestiges of his laugh slipping from his mouth. “Not so clever now, are you?”
“I… that’s not what I meant,” Grayson says desperately, his own words clearly replaying in his head. “I would’ve come back for her eventually. I just didn’t think… I… that’s not what I meant at all.”
“I know that.” He nods at the screen, his grin growing larger. “She didn’t.”
Just then, the sound of rushing wind fills their ears through the broken window, and Slade’s grin widens even further as he walks towards it, clapping a still-stupefied Grayson on the shoulder as he walks past. “And that’s my ride. Thank you for being such a great sport about this, Grayson, I really do appreciate it.”
“Slade… you… this doesn’t mean anything,” he snarls, turning towards him. “Rose will understand if she just lets me explain.”
Slade steps out into the open void, grabbing hold of an unseen rope ladder and hooking his feet around one it’s rungs. “And here I thought you’d know your own so-called protege.” He can’t help his smugness. He’s won. Completely and utterly. And he didn’t even have to falsify something to do it—Grayson just said everything Slade needed him to say with his own damn mouth. “My daughter isn’t a very understanding person, Grayson. In fact, I’d say you can go ahead and lose her number now… I have a feeling she won’t be picking up any of your calls anytime soon.”
Grayson’s hands bunch into fists. “Slade, you… you bastard.”
“No, that’s her,” he grins, pulling on the ladder. It begins to retract even as the helicopter begins rising into the sky. “So long, kid. I’ll tell Rose you said hello.”
He laughs all the way to his safe house. Who knew that cutting Rose off from the people she cared about would be so easy?
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Hey!! I've been thinking about your httyd urban fantasy au lately and I was wondering if you could share a bit more? Like maybe about the dragon rider gang? Like Fishlegs or Astrid? Or a bit more about Snotlout and Hiccup's dynamic?
No pressure! But it's such a cool concept and this is a free pass to talk about it if you want to :D
Have a good day!!
Ahjkasg hi its rlly sweet u think abt my stupid little au !!!!
i talked about Astrid here. shes very familiar with dragons but very complacent in the exploitation of them. so she doesnt hate dragons but she doesnt love them, theyre just a means to an end for what she wants (recognition). her "romantic flight" equivalent in this au is learning that Stormly thinks of her like a friend instead of like how a pet thinks of an owner. shes the first to approach Hiccup about joining his ridiculous vigilante shit
Fishlegs and Astrid are actually friends before they meet Hiccup in this au!! Fishlegs family is in a similar situation to Astrid's; his mom deals in economic research of dragons and while Fishlegs has a different opinion on them (hes intimidated and thinks the amount of workplace injuries that occur with captive dragons isnt worth the economic gain they could hypothetically provide), he still doesnt quite reach the same respect or conclusion until Astrid and Hiccup show him Toothless and Stormfly. he doesnt approve of the vigilante stuff and will hang back and do "base operations" more than he goes out with them, but he becomes really passionate about it once they bring Meatlug back from a mission
Ruffnut and Tuffnut are completely blank slates as it comes to dragons. they kind of have the normal kid "holy fuck dragons are cool" idea but their daily life isn't involved with them at all. Ruffnut gets involved because Tuffnut shows interest in Hiccup's bullcrap once they find out about Toothless, and shes kind of like Fishlegs in the respect that shes more hesitant than someone might think, but she joins to support Tuffnut (who is really fascinated by the loser kid suddenly having a night fury). eventually they find Barf + Belch on a completely solo mission. Ruffnut had difficulty with Barf because he kind of represented "youre in this for good now" at first, while Tuffnut mainly does it for the feeling of freedom. i imagine their parents have really high expectations even though they are kind of absent and Tuffnut wants to escape that while Ruffnut is more practical
Snotlout and Hiccup are cousins and their dynamic is pretty well covered. he, Astrid, and the twins knew each other before Hiccup moved in with Snotlout. initially Snotlout thinks Hiccup is being fucking ridiculous and is afraid of getting into trouble with Spitelout, but once Astrid gets on board he starts being more willing to cooperate and then help. he and Hiccup have a brief rough patch where they're really mad at each other; Snotlout bonded with Hookfang while on a really simple rescue & release mission, which complicated it enough that they were caught by the authorities, and Hiccup got arrested (but not "found out" in the superhero sense which sounds stupid but yk what i mean. like on different charges, like trespassing or refusing to cooperate with police. which i mentioned earlier somewhere?). that leads to Stoick finding out about the vigilantism and them needing to hide Toothless for a while* and they fight with each other over that. it blows over but every once and a while Snotlout oscillates between feeling guilty and angry about it all
*(ive kinda decided that Toothless's capture was government-funded due to the threat night furies as a species pose. like watch httyd1 the potential that they have for destruction if weaponized is insane. and by releasing Toothless and befriending him, Hiccup has already done something highly illegal)
hope this satisfies ur brain ^-^
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( ELLA PURNELL / 23 / CIS WOMAN / SHE/HER ) — did you see HOPE MERCER’S YOUNGER SISTER, SERENITY “REN" MERCER, wandering around the mercer hollow today? i heard around town that the COLLEGE STUDENT is INTUITIVE, and TENACIOUS, but also CYNICAL, and BLUNT. people say that they remind them of OVER-SIZED FLANNELS, INK-STAINED FINGERS, AND BLACK COFFEE, but how well can you ever really know someone in mercer hollow? ( admin j / 26 / mst / she/her )
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in the gated community of mercer hollow, born and raised, ren mercer spent most of her days running around her parent’s estate, avoiding etiquette lessons and her french tutor underneath the overgrown willow tree next to their tennis courts, and reading her battered copy of anne of green gables.
her parents are loaded thanks to the mercer legacy. they own a shit-ton of property after her great-great-great-grandfather "settled" ( aka stole ) the land for his own colony. now, they really don’t do much other than sit on the town council and collect checks from their renters.
her family appears perfect, and in some ways it was. ren never wanted for anything or had to struggle the way most people do, but the mercer's are definitely only close on camera and in public. at home, they spend their time apart. the kids' wing was on the opposite side of the house, next to their nanny's room, so that they didn't disturb their parents.
they're very traditional christians. they expect marriage and grandkids to carry on the family name. hope was always willing to play the part, but ren wasn't.
it was very clear who the favorite was.
ren grew up in her sister's shadow, but she liked it there. she was the introverted science nerd with one or two friends, so people didn't scrutinize her the way they did with her hope.
she wasn't close with hope. they were just too different. they hardly saw each other once they got their driver's licenses.
ren got into liberty, but it wasn't as big of deal because, like always, hope did it first. she got a bachelor's degree in chemistry, and is now working on her masters so that she can get into a doctorate program. really, she's just going to as much school as possible to put off making a choice about what to do with her life.
now that hope's dead, her life is on pause, but sometimes she feels like she's grieving a stranger.
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so i know you aren’t technically Supposed to open with a disclaimer, but disclaimer, ren is annoying as fuck for a variety of reasons:
1) she's can be an asshole. she doesn't like interacting with people, and she's not good at faking being nice. she's not actively mean, but she's definitely not friendly and gets overstimulated easily. she's got a lot of bitterness inside her that she doesn't want to address because we don't talk about childhood trauma here. prickly is probably the best way to describe her.
2) she’s incapable of admitting she’s wrong. it will never ever happen. you know that scene in malcom in the middle where they show lois the tape of her pulling out in front of the car when the cop pulled her over, and she was like the tape is wrong. that’s lottie–and she’d like to point out that lois was proven to be right, thank you very much.
3) she's such a cynic. she is completely disillusioned with the world, especially now that her sister was killed. tbh she's clinically depressed, but her good christian family wasn't about to admit their kid needed medication to be happy. but she knows why she got into an ivy, and it has very little to do with being smart. she's like okay follow your dreams, good luck with that without a trust fund. sorry babe.
now some less depressing things lmao.
ren a giant nerd. she’s obsessed with quantum theory, organic chemistry, and biology, specifically, but also, y’know, ridiculous superheroes and anime. she will always have a hyper-fixation of the month that will be the only topic of conversation.
she has some symptoms of unmedicated adhd for sure ( not that her parents would ever admit that ). she's able to mask pretty well, and she did really well in school, so it just wasn't discussed and slipped under her teachers' radar.
she’s also a classic music nerd; music is v, v important to her. she plays the cello, viola, and piano. she thought about going into composing, but you know how she is about unrealistic dreams.
she doesn’t believe in relationships bc she’s like that’s so much effort for so little reward, but she also doesn't want to have sex with someone she doesn't know, so. she might die a virgin.
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best friend: ( m, f, nb ), nerd herd ( m, f, nb), childhood friends: ( m, f, nb ), roommates: ( m, f, nb ), academic rival ( m, f, nb), unrequited crush: ( m, f, nb)
all the connections tbh. slide into my dms, or like this and i’ll hit you up !
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Okay so here's my Shego timeline based on my own theories and some stuff by @bcbdrums :
Some of the Team Go origin is true, they were hit by a rainbow comet in their back yard, but Shego, Hego and Mego were more in their late teens than children, with the Wego twins being toddlers.
It should also be stated that Go City wasn't named after the hero team,but the Go family who founded the city. While their family weren't the movers and shakers their ancestors were, they still retained a small fortune. This will be brought up later.
Hego the oldest decided FOR them essentially that they should use their powers to fight evil, the boys going along with it happily, while Shego just went along with it .
For a while it was okay, a teen superhero team with multiplying kid sidekicks who got into trouble. Thing is though,it became their entire LIFE, and having your life dictated by your blowhard of a big brother can drive anyone up the wall. Not to mention how a secret identity could cut into your personal life.
At some point, Shego planned to just quit...but amicably, as she just wanted to go to college and live a normal life . That was until she learned the truth about HOW Team Go was funding itself. It turns out that their parents gave their eldest brother control of their collective inheritance upon his eighteenth birthday, thinking he'd use it to either invest in a business or college...they assumed wrong.
He had spent almost ALL of it on Go tower, the Go team jet, and their specially designed costumes, leaving BARELY enough money for even a semester of college. Taking what little cash was left, she stormed off for Go University (which ironically she couldn't get free tuition from even with family clout).
Upon the approaching second semester, Shego desperate for her new life had her doing something she never thought of before: crime. Sometimes a smash and grab, sometimes a hired blaster, sometimes dangerous but ALWAYS exciting! In the end though,she earned enough for her degree in Child Psychology... earned thousands of dollars for a piece of paper...that entitled to a job that wouldn't pay NEARLY as much as any of her jobs.
It was bad enough when her brother stole her fortune, she then had to resort to CRIME to get an education. It just. Wasn't. ENOUGH. Teaching could wait, she was going to do whatever dirty job to get the fortune she lost and MORE. And for a while it was FUN.
...JUST fun. After a slew of successful heists, and being on the most wanted list it just felt like going through the motions, a person wants something MORE. Maybe this blue guy who hired her had some actual ambition, although even with that she doubted she'd stay with him for long.
Funny how things work out.
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Character Profile: Henry King, Jr. (Brainwave, Jr.)
Since I already talked about Jennie and Todd, it’s time to profile the third corner of their weird little triangle: Hank! A.K.A. Brainwave, Jr., a strong contender for the dumbest codename in the DCU. Bless his heart.
CONTENT WARNING: So much ableism and stigmatizing of mental illness, you guys. Also a little brain-related body horror.
Like Jennie and Todd (and Al), Hank first showed up in the 80s as a founding member of Infinity, Inc. Unlike every other member of the team, though, he is not the child or successor of a Golden Age hero, but a Golden Age villain - specifically, his father Brainwave. Hank inherited his dad’s psychic abilities, but luckily not his looks:
A truly unhinged way to introduce yourself to the JSA, Hank: show up in disguise as your evil father, make fun of them, attack them, and then ask for help. Incredible.
During the course of the first Infinity, Inc. arc, the elder Brainwave does the only decent thing he’s ever done in his life, and sacrifices himself to save Hank. As he dies, he transfers his powers to his son’s brain:
This does not end well for Hank. Actually, it doesn’t begin well, either - Hank starts hallucinating his father berating him at inopportune moments:
On the other hand, Hank does end up in a very cute relationship with his teammate Jennie, as we discussed in her profile:
Awww, they’re cute! They probably lost their virginities in that cave! Good for them, I guess!
Hank also makes a connection to another member of the team: their leader, Sylvester Pemberton, the original Star-Spangled Kid and later Skyman. Syl is a Golden Age hero, but thanks to travel shenanigans, he’s only in his very early 20s, around the same age as the II kids. He also has an adopted sister, Merry, who became the obscure superhero Gimmick Girl...and who also happens to be Hank’s mother. How Brainwave Sr and Merry even met, let alone why Merry married a decades-older, extremely evil, crusty little nugget of a supervillain, is never explained.
Anyway, this makes Sylvester Hank’s uncle, a fact that they are both pretty gleeful about judging by the frequency with which they refer to each other as “uncle” and “nephew” throughout the rest of the series. So it’s pretty hard on Hank when Syl is murdered, leading to the disbanding of Infinity, Inc. At this point Merry was dead (she’s later retconned to be alive), so Hank has just lost his last living relative and his only support network, which may partially explain why things suddenly go...really, really badly for him.
By which I mean, he disappears until the mid-90s and then completely arbitrarily attacks a branch of the Justice League:
Oh BOY.
Yeah, so Hank is a villain now, and also “crazy,” in the thoughtlessly ableist comic book-y sense of the word. For absolutely no reason, he has decided to honor his father by attacking a team full of people with zero connection to his dad and barely to him (he met Captain Atom once, back in the 80s). I cannot overemphasize how much this character assassination is not explained and has zero buildup. I think it’s supposed to be funny, hence Hank constantly declaring himself to be “eee-vil”? But, like, it’s not.
Also, he shaved off all his beautiful hair! I’m so sad.
Hank next appears in the Green Lantern/Sentinel: Heart of Darkness miniseries. I talked about it in the Jennie and Todd recap, but suffice to say: everything about it is awful. The plot revolves around Jennie’s mysterious abduction, for which Hank is only a red herring, but it’s revealed that Alan has funded a private asylum solely for the purposes of incarcerating Hank and keeping him away from Jennie. It’s...brutal, and deeply disturbing:
There’s so much wrong with this. The breathtakingly offensive depiction of mental illness. The fact that Alan, a supposed hero, would do this - and Kyle, Todd, and even Jennie don’t seem to care in the slightest. The one doctor we see, who gushes about how fascinating a subject Hank is to study, but says nothing about helping or treating him - and Alan explicitly says all he cares about is keeping Hank locked up. The vague sense that this is Alan’s punishment of Hank for having had sex with Jen. Also, how did Alan even get any of this power over Hank? Why was he allowed to do this? It’s monstrous and I hate everything about it.
A few years later, Hank escapes (how? we don’t know) and attacks Kyle, Jennie, and Alan:
Honestly I’m kind of on Hank’s side here. (His calmness here is explained by having found the right combination of medications, which...may or may not be true, as we’ll see.)
We next see Hank a couple years after that, as part of a JSA storyline. Black Adam and Atom-Smasher (Hank’s old II buddy Al Rothstein) form a splinter group of JSA-ish characters who are willing to cross lines the JSA won’t. The group includes Hank and another former Infinitor, Norda, presumably on Al’s invitation because, like...he’s the one who knows them. I talked about this arc in more detail in Al’s profile, but essentially, they kill a terrorist, then go to Adam’s home country of Kahndaq, kill its current dictator, and put Adam in charge. War breaks out, and the JSA shows up to intervene.
Hank is very in control and more powerful than we’ve ever seen him, but he also seems to have zero scruples left:
That narration is from Black Adam, and his reference to “helping” Hank is also the reason that Hank has gotten so coldly vicious: Hank isn’t driving the bus anymore.
See, when the JSA invaded Kahndaq, they also brought the Atom, who decided to shrink really tiny and climb around in Hank’s brain for...reasons? And he discovered that he wasn’t alone in there:
Yeah, that’s Mister Mind, a Captain Marvel villain. It’s...not totally clear what the sequence of events was here, but I’m assuming Hank escaped from the asylum on his own, Al invited him to the antihero squad, and then Adam put a worm in his brain? I have to assume Al didn’t know about Mister Mind; Al has made some poor choices at this point but he would not do that to a friend.
Anyway, the Atom defeats Mister Mind, the JSA takes Hank back, and then we get the laziest possible resolution to everything that has happened to Hank over the past decade:
Yeah so basically when Hank’s father uploaded his powers into Hank’s mind, it caused a weird, tumor-like growth that made him massively more powerful but also drove him “““crazy,””” for terrible ableist comic book definitions of the term. But Mister Mind ate most of the growth, so Hank’s fine now! And still one of the most powerful psychics on the planet!
Oh, and that woman in the middle there? That’s his mother, Merry. You know, the one Hank believed to be dead, the one who he said he saw die? Yeah, around when he was stuck in the asylum she showed up in Young Justice, totally fine, never mentioning she had a son. So. (This is obviously a continuity error, but my headcanon to make it work is that Senior made Hank believe he’d seen Merry die. Maybe even put a compulsion on Merry to keep her from contacting Hank or Syl? I wouldn’t put it past him!)
(And while we’re talking about Hank’s family, I should also note that Hank technically has a sister, Jacqueline, who briefly took up the codename of Gimmix in honor of Merry. She only appears three times before dying, it’s unclear if she and Hank have the same father since her last name is Pemberton, and she and Hank never interacted in canon. So...there’s that.)
Hank teams up with the JSA once more when they have a problem that requires his particular skill set, and he seems to have made peace with...everything:
Hank, this costume sucks.
Hank then goes to the fictional South American country of Parador and winds up taking care of a bunch of children who have had genetic experiments performed on them by the evil government/drug cartels running the country (this story is WALLOWING in racist stereotypes). He also grows out white guy dreads, which is...a choice:
Like. Hank definitely discovered weed in Parador, and I’m happy for him but also think he should probably shave his head again.
Annnd that was the last we saw of Hank before the New 52 wiped out his entire generation and reset the original JSA back to younger, shittier versions of themselves. Hank and his father do show up in the New 52 but now they are French??? Their names are both Henri Roy??? Also Hank is a teenager. Anyway those versions sucked and they’re gone now so who cares.
Original Flavor Hank was restored to the DCU actually before the rest of the Infinitors, since he had a non-speaking cameo in Justice League: No Justice back in 2018, but as of last year’s Infinite Frontier, he has definitely been restored along with his team, with his full history presumably intact, although he’s only appeared in flashbacks so we haven’t technically seen him recently.
Buuut you can see him tomorrow, in my fic for HankTodd Weekend! And hopefully Hank will return to comics soon now that JSA characters are showing up again. Fingers crossed!
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