#kon: i have so much power and strength... i could hurt so many people :( what does this make me...

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42 “i know you” with either tim or kon saying it to the other 👉👈 or both

"Stay back!"

Tim freezes. The wind whips at his hair and clothes, cool despite the sunny California day; white-capped waves roll across the San Francisco Bay off in the distance, and the Golden Gate stretches across the water to the north. It would be a peaceful, pristine day, if not for what happened earlier.

"Kon," he tries, taking a slow step forward, then another. Kon sits at the very edge of the rooftop, arms wrapped around his knees; he doesn't turn around. "Listen—"

His foot rams into an invisible wall. Tim reaches out with one hand to touch it, skims his finger along it, and finds that it extends up as far as he can reach. No footholds, of course.

Kon still won't look at him. His voice is taut and brittle, and Tim aches for him. "I said, stay back."

"Kon." Tim pushes against the TTK barrier helplessly; it doesn't give even an inch, of course, but he bangs a fist against it anyway. "Let me in."

"What if I hurt you?" Kon challenges. The day may be sunny, but in the dome of TTK in front of Tim, a storm is raging; he can see the strain on all the pebbles and bits of rubble on the rooftop, being pushed and pulled this way and that, trembling from the pressure. "I've done it once. What if I do it again?"

"No, you haven't," Tim corrects. "Lex Luthor hurt me once, using you as a weapon."

"That's just it!" Kon's hands slam down onto the edge of the rooftop. Tim notes, though, that they leave no cracks in their wake. "I was—I was made as a weapon, Tim, I was made to hurt people, and—and those guys earlier, they were right to be scared of me! I'm—I'm dangerous and I could hurt so many people if I get used as a weapon again!"

He whips around, finally, and Tim can see the tear-tracks staining his cheeks. His heart cracks a little bit further in his chest.

"I'm not afraid of you, Kon." He lifts his chin. "I never could be."

The TTK surges forward, suddenly; it wraps around Tim faster than the blink of an eye, pinning his arms to his sides and his legs together as it pulls him close to Kon, until Kon tips his chin up with one finger. His eyes are teary-bright.

"I can feel all the blood pumping through your body right now," Kon says, his voice raw. "I can feel all the air in your lungs. I could—I could just—it would be so easy, if I wanted to—if I wanted to just stop your heart. Freeze your lungs. Suck all the air right out of you and watch you suffocate surrounded by fresh air. I could—I could do so many horrible, fucked up, awful things to you! And you say you could never be scared of me?!"

Another tear escapes, rolling down his cheek and dripping from his chin onto his shirt. God, seeing those two kids terrified of him earlier, when he appeared from the sky, furious with Metallo, his eyes glowing red... that really did a number on him, didn't it?

"Yeah," Tim agrees easily. Kon will know it's the truth; he already must know the way Tim's heart rate hasn't spiked at all despite the manhandling. Tim trusts him far too much for that. "Because you'll never do any of those things, no matter how easy it is to think of them."

Kon's invisible grip on him slackens, then falls away entirely, setting him back on his feet so gently Tim could weep. "Tim," he manages, voice even rougher. "Tim, I... they made me as a secret weapon against Superman, and then they told me I was a hero. I'm not... They... How can you say that?"

Tim reaches up and cradles Kon's face in both hands, his thumbs stroking tenderly over his tearstreaked cheeks. Kon is still, frozen, petrified, as Tim leans forward, draws him closer, until he can press their foreheads together, and their noses brush. Kon's skin is warm to the touch, and he smells faintly of sunshine.

"Because." Tim strokes his cheeks again, thumbs away another stray tear. "I know you. And I know you are so much more than what you're scared of."

"Tim," Kon pleads. He sounds so lost and heartbroken that Tim's chest aches; he slips one hand around to cradle the back of Kon's neck, keeping him close. "Tim, I—I didn't mean to scare them, I didn't—"

"I know." Tim rubs their noses together, staying close; he wants to make sure he's all Kon can see. "I know you didn't. It's okay. They were already scared by everything going on. It's not your fault, Kon. You're good."

Kon sucks in a shaky breath. Tim offers him a slight smile; Kon bites his lip, clearly torn. "I... I don't want anyone to be scared of me."

"I know. I know." Tim rubs a slow, gentle circle into the back of his neck, his chest tight with tenderness. How can he possibly get it through his Kon's head, just how wonderful he is, just how bright and kind and trustworthy?

Kon sniffles. Tim thumbs away the next tear that falls. He almost wants to kiss away the one after that, but chickens out—reconsiders—at the last second; this doesn't seem like the time to spring his feelings on Kon. Not when he's already so vulnerable. God, Tim just wants to protect him.

"You listen to me, though." He gently taps a finger against Kon's nose. "You're a hero, and a damn good one. So many people feel safer with you around. You give us hope. And me, personally? You've saved my ass so many times. There's no one else I'd rather have at my back. And beyond that, you're my best friend. You make me happy, Kon. And I trust you. So I will never, ever be afraid of you."

(In fact, and Tim knows it is definitely not the time to bring this up, but he can't quite stop himself from thinking it: the fact that Kon can manhandle him without even lifting a finger? Not at all scary. More like kinda really hot.)

(Ahem.)

Kon's lower lip wobbles. For a moment, he just stares at Tim, his eyes wide; then the dam finally, finally bursts. He chokes on a sob, buries his face in Tim's neck, and clings to him like a lifeline as he starts to cry in earnest.

Tim hugs him tight, rubs his back, and rests his cheek against his hair. He has never felt more protective in his fucking life. "I got you, clone boy," he murmurs. "I got you."

And he'll happily sit here in the sunny remnants of that ebbing storm and hold him, for however long as it takes.

50 Prompts About Devotion

#timkon #tim #kon #rimi writes #kon: i have so much power and strength... i could hurt so many people :( what does this make me... #tim: sexy. next question #anyway tim would totally be a monsterfucker if the monster was kon and in this essay i will— #clambuoyance

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Heather

A one shot based on Conan Gray's Heather song.

First attempt at writing since an early teenager so apologies if it's a little disjointed. And thank you @boldlyanxious for your encouragement to take the plunge and actually get this idea out my head!

Also to @zambie-trashart @loveswifi for being amazing and connecting people ❤️

Masterlist

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Damian and Jon were a dynamic duo. Best friends. Super sons since they were “forced together” Damian taking the lead with Jon following shortly behind. Damian’s brothers liked to tease him, that Jon was like a puppy dog, with his “adoring eyes” only for Damian. ‘Tt’ thought Damian. Jon was his acquaintance and team mate of course he would follow him. They were a Super Son duo team; it was them against the world.

Jon and Damian were in the training room when Batman and Wonder Woman wandered with an unknown person. 

“Robin, Superboy, this is Ladybug, Wonder Woman’s apprentice.” Batman said when Damian and Jon had paused from training. “She will be joining you on your next recon mission. She has just rejoined the world from being in Themyscira for a while. Working with you two will help her readjust to working with the Justice League.”

Jon, rushing up to the newly introduced Ladybug “Hi there, I’m Superboy! WOw you’ve been to Themyscira? What is it like?? Do you have super powers! We have a briefing on the mission in an hour, have you been shown around the base yet?”

Damian turned to Batman and hissed “Can we trust her? We don’t know her at all. She will be a liability” not impressed by the surprise new element and glaring at her when he got the chance. 

“Robin” growled Batman, “She can be trusted, you will work with her nicely”.

Wonder Woman observed the situation with mirth while Ladybug just looked overwhelmed with the conflicting energy pulsing between everyone.

Diana’s apprentice, “Ladybug” was a similar age to them and after that initial mission she ended up joining them on other missions. 

Damian wasn’t happy with this initially, but he slowly started to warm to her. Ladybug held secret identities in high regard and never tried to “uncover” his or Jon’s, she took missions seriously, far more than Jon, and was apt at strategizing and working with the bare minimum. She didn’t demand their attention, monopolise Jon or try to be best friends with them. She needed work on her fighting technique outside the suit and had trust issues too, but eventually she grew on Damian. It helped she listened to his critique and responded accordingly as well as took any opportunity to train especially with him and Jon. Compared to others Damian and Jon could have been paired with, she was adequate.

Jon welcomed her too quickly from Damian’s point of view, but he followed Damian’s lead for the most part when socialising with her, though always friendly didn’t reveal too many secrets unintentionally. On the positive, Jon had ‘finally learnt’ some etiquette with others. Jon didn’t drape his arm over her shoulder or continually try to initiate his tactile friendship with her like he had with him. Damian would rather not scare Ladybug off with Jon’s annoying need to hang off people. After the last mission when paired with a Green Lantern, he’d rather work with her than be paired with someone else, she was tolerable at least.  

….....................................................................

Damian had been noticing a shift occurring in his best friend over the last year or so. At first, he was finally learning how to tone down his tactility with their friendship. Damian was pleased with the result as Jon was finally growing up, though he did miss the warmth of Jon’s arm over him occasionally or the enthusiastic hugs when they met up, especially when it was just the pair of them. He would never admit it out loud, but the hugs were something he never thought he would miss. He missed Jon lean his head on his shoulder when they watched films together. The sleepovers had subtly reduced too. That Damian really did miss. At least Jon’s social etiquette had improved though.  

Well, that was Damians originally though, more recently he had noticed Jon was slowly losing his newly gained etiquette with Ladybug. His tactility was starting to return around her, and it was very unbecoming. Damian had sworn Jon had finally been trained out of that, what was worse though, was Ladybug started to respond in subtle tactility too. Not as extreme as Jon’s and was, a hand on his shoulder, a 'la bise’ when greeting, all within socially acceptable etiquette, but it should be frowned on. They were professionals. She was encouraging Jon’s behaviour to return. Damian did note that it seemed only with her though, he couldn’t make that out. Part of him wanted it to return with him too or only him maybe. 

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Damian was sulking down in the Batcave when his “idiotic” brothers found him.

Upon seeing Damian growling at the computer searching through a case “What’s up little D? I thought you usually patrol with Jon tonight” echod around the cave. Damian glared at Dick “He cancelled. Jon said he is training Ladybug this evening”.

Jason whistled “So he finally got over his crush on you and moved on to Ladybug huh!”

Tim replied “Kon says he doesn’t shut up about her at home.” putting on a ‘high pitched voice Tim continued “‘Oh, what blue eyes she has’ ‘Oh, how strong she is’ ‘how pretty her smile is’”

Damian turned his glare to his other brothers. “Tt, Drake stop with that infuriating voice. Todd, Jon does not have a crush on me! That is ridiculous! He is training with Ladybug to improve her fighting skills and strength. She is overly cautious when in her suit with those without super strength therefore Jon is the perfect candidate. And Drake you are being ridiculous. If Jon and I mean IF he likes her it should be for her hero professionalism not for her looks! Tt'' rolling his eyes at the absurdity of the situation.

“Oh please! Jon has been flirting with you for years and not got anywhere. Ladybug turns up and responds to his flirting of course he’ll move on and want to spend time with her. He is using the training as an excuse to be close with her ALONE. If he really wanted to train, he’d have invited you too for feedback.” Jason snarked back. 

That got Damian to pause for a second, though still scowling at his siblings. ‘Why hadn’t he invited him along to help train. He was always up for training and was happy that Ladybug had started to get Jon to consider training more seriously… wait, what if Todd was right and that wasn’t what Jon was after…. And Jon flirting with him... when did he do that???’

“Please tell me, you knew Jon was flirting with you right! That you were ignoring his advances due to being uninterested and didn’t want to hurt his feelings more than you were. Don’t say that you are pulling a Bruce and being dense on the emotion spectrum” supplied Tim. 

“Jon has never flirted with me Todd! Drake! He is my best friend that is all and being a good partner to Ladybug” spat out Damian and looked as if he would reach for his katana any moment now. 

Dick taking pity on Damian, stepped in before any maiming occurred and the conversation got any more heated. “Little D, you do realise that there are other methods of flirting other than the ones we typically witness at Gala’s where people ‘thrusting’ themselves on to us. That there are different languages of love? Jon’s most obvious ones are spending time, touch… I’d agree with Jay and Timmy. Jon did have a crush on you with him following you around all the time, even at his own inconvenience. His constant touch and being near you. The puppy dog eyes which he only gave you. You must have noticed this. And this had started to decrease before Ladybug’s arrival. I’m betting he got fed up with waiting for you to notice him and started noticing others. Ladybug has just kick jumped his next crush, and I’m guessing, and I do mean I’m guessing, but based on the facts and observations she returns his feelings.” Dick then turned and grabbed Tim and Jason and started drag them to change for patrol, “We’ll leave you to process”, frowning at Tim and putting a hand over Jason’s mouth when they looked like they wanted to say something more.

 

Post patrol Damian went to do research in his room on his ‘secret laptop’, he did not trust Tim not to try and hack into his known tech. Damian looked up “flirting techniques”, language of “love”, then “how to tell if someone is flirting with you” “how to tell if you like or love someone” and “how to interpret your own feelings”. Dread built in his stomach. 

When Damian did fall asleep it was not fitful slumber at all. 

 

 

I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater

You said it looked better on me than it did you

Only if you knew how much I liked you

But I watch your eyes as she

Walks by

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than the blue sky

She's got you mesmerised while I die

 

It was at the Justice Leagues winter party; Jon was wrestling Damian into an old Christmas jumper of his. “There! See. It looks fab on you. Actually Dames, I’m pretty sure you wear it better than I did'' Jon stated with a cheeky grin. Damian “Tt, the jumper is hideous” fighting a subtle blush by looking away with Jon being so close. “C’mon Dames. It’s Christmas. The jumpers aren’t meant to be ‘tasteful’ and whatever. It's meant to be....” Jon tailed off. Damian looked back at Jon to follow his line of sight. Ladybug had entered the room with Diana. Damian finally got what his brothers meant with “puppy dog eyes” Jon’s whole face softened as he smiled and waved her over. Damian’s stomach clenched. 

 

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester

But you like her better

Wish I were Heather

 

Jon greeted Ladybug with a kiss on her cheek, “M you made it! But where’s your jumper?!”. Ladybug replied with a smile “I said I would be here Jon.” then uncharacteristically nervously stated “I wasn’t sure about the jumpers though. It was so open ended” before going into a ranting “Did you mean thick ones, or thin ones, sparkley, tasteful, ugly! Urgh! AND you didn’t respond to my messages to help!”

Damian felt the girl was a whiplash of emotions at times. Jon laughed kindly while semi leaning on Damian though put his hand on Ladybug’s shoulder “Calm down M, here take mine. I brought lots with me as I knew Dames would potentially kick up a fuss. His is the fifth one he tried on”

Jon took his jumper off and handed it to Ladybug. As soon as she had it on Jon fussed over her “We need to have you looking perfect! You pull this jumper off amazingly” causing Ladybug to sport a faint blush.  

Damian felt sick. It hit him. Jon liked Ladybug. Jon knew Ladybug’s identity. Jon had liked him, but he only was realising now that he liked him back, but it was too late. Jon was moving on. And Damian couldn’t even blame him. Ladybug was objectively pretty, but she was more. She was a good hero, not just a vigilante but a hero. He’d seen her on missions, and she cared about others, civilians, her team and even criminals and villains she took done with force but strange care. It made sense that Jon would move on with her.

 

Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand

Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder

But how could I hate her, she's such an angel

But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she

Walks by

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than the blue sky

She's got you mesmerised while I die

 

From there Damian witnessed Ladybug holding Jon’s hand as he dragged her around introducing her to other members of the league she’d yet to meet. Jon draping his arm over her shoulder, while they held conversations. ‘Just like he used to do with me’ Damian’s brain supplied. 

“Hey Brat, how you holding up? You’re looking pretty glum here without Jon and the others keeping you company” Tim surprisingly snuck up on Damian. “Tt, I’m fine Drake. Jon is introducing Ladybug to everyone and ensuring her first party isn’t unpleasant.” 

“That doesn’t explain why you aren’t there with them” 

Damian looked at Drake with narrow eyes trying to figure out what he was digging for. 

“Look Damian. I’m probably not the best here” 

“Tt, I’d agree to that” snapped Damian rolling his eyes

“Oi Brat! I meant comfort, support and what not. That’s Dick’s department really” Tim sighed “Damian! Look I’m offering a listening ear, as unfortunately for the pair of us you are my brother, and you look like you need to talk to someone.”

Damian looked at Drake for a moment and contemplated what he wanted to do, other than grab his katana and maim someone. Preferably Drake or... maybe Ladybug, which was a surprising thought. 

“I want to hate her, but I can’t as she is a literal angel, and she makes Jon happy.” Damian quietly disclosed to Tim before wandering off to avoid the bombardment of questions that potentially could follow. ‘At least Drake is better than Grayson or Todd to admit that too, his form of torment is less overt’.  

 

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester

But you like her better

I wish I were Heather

Oh, I wish I were Heather

Oh, oh, wish I were Heather

 

Damian now wasn’t sure whether wondering off from Drake was a good idea after all. He had sneaked out of the main hall where the party was to try and find somewhere quiet to untangle his increasingly chaotic thoughts. Unluckily for him though, he’d stumbled upon Jon showing Ladybug the stars from the gallery room. Before Damian could react by letting them know of his existence or get away, Damain witnessed something he really wished he could unsee. Jon gently lifted Ladybug’s chin and slowly kissed her. He had given her every chance to move away if she had wanted too but she hadn’t.

The nausea and pain returned by the time Damian slipped away from them. 

Jon liked Ladybug; Ladybug liked Jon. They were kissing. 

‘I wish it was me instead’ ‘I like Jon’ ‘Jon likes Ladybug’ ‘I missed my chance’ whizzed around Damians head. 

Damian thoughts spiralled from there. He reviewed his interactions with Jon. He could bash his head against the wall with his obliviousness. Damian took a deep breath and schooled his icy façade back into place. He re-joined the party like he hadn’t witnessed Jon kissing Ladybug and his heart was finally admitting to hurting. 

 

When Jon joined him later, Damian kept his hurt locked up with Jon bounced with happiness in front of him. 

“I asked M, I mean Ladybug to be my girlfriend. I was so worried she’d reject me, but she didn’t! She said Yes Dames! M said yes. To me Dames, she actually likes me! Oh gods I didn’t imagine it did I”

Pushing down the hurt, Damian replied “Tt, tonight is real Jon, and she would be an idiot to reject you” ‘like me’ left unspoken.

 

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester

But you like her better

Wish I were

#maribat #maribat au #marijon #marinette x jon #jon x marinette

[recurring-polynya]

What comparisons can be made between renruki and Ichiruki? I often wondered about this.

This is such a hot button issue that as soon as I received this (perfectly polite) ask, my body tensed up and my brain went Am I being trolled?

It’s honestly a shame that there is so much bad blood behind this, because it is, in fact, a very interesting thing to talk about, and I am going to attempt to do so in good faith, because I love thinking about this kind of thing. Even though I am very openly a Renruki shipper, I love all three of these characters very much, and I think that Ichigo and Rukia’s relationship is very important! I am doing my best to be neutral, although I have not read very much Ichiruki fanfic/meta, so please give me a benefit of a doubt. Obviously, I can’t stop anyone from reblogging this and putting their own comments on it, but I have no interest in getting in debates over it, so don’t be surprised if I don’t engage.

This is both long, and I am sure some people don’t care, so I’m gonna put the rest under a cut. I have tried to hard to write this in a way that will not make anyone mad, but if you think it will make you mad, please give yourself the gift of not clicking on it.

So, what is the same between Ichigo and Renji? Lots, actually. Physically, they are both tall, strong, and have ridiculously colored spiky hair. They are outwardly grumpy, but secretly have soft, gooey centers. Neither one of them is dumb, but they are both dumbasses. They are protectors: they would rather take any amount of pain or damage onto themselves than see a loved one hurt. Their friends are everything to them, and that goes triple for Rukia.

How are they different, then? There are three major bullets:

- Ichigo is alive. Renji is dead. Perhaps this is a little flip, but Renji belongs to same world that Rukia does, and Ichigo does not. This is not a value judgment, it is just a fact: If Rukia ends up with Renji, she stays where she is. If she ends up with Ichigo, either Rukia or Ichigo have to make a huge change. I will get back to this.

- Youth vs. Experience. Ichigo is a 15-year old boy, as we are told about 1000 times. There is some mystery over how old Rukia and Renji are, but they have graduated from secondary education and are currently employed. I think it’s safe to assume that they are roughly close in age to each other, but I think Rukia may perceive Renji as seeming older than herself-- he graduated from school, and she didn’t; he’s on his third squad transfer, whereas she’s hasn’t budged from her initial, entry-level job, and he’s now middle management. However, the arc of the story we don’t get to see, is that over the timeskips, Rukia not only catches up to, but surpasses him. Also, not for nothing, but I think that in the same way Rukia is immediately drawn to Ichigo because of his resemblance to Kaien, I think she is also drawn to him for his resemblance to Young Renji-- a grumpy, prickly young man, leaking self-doubt from every pore, whom she is more able to be generous towards through the lens of age and experience. (And I think this comparison could support either ship)

- Ichigo is the protagonist. Rules don’t apply to him. Fate breaks on his sword. He represents the triumph of love or hard work or dreams or what have you over the cruel millstone of the world. Renji, on the other hand, is firmly bound to the rules of the world in which he inhabits. In fact, that is arguably the entire purpose of his character. Renji’s fights are often used to set the stakes of the conflict-- ah, Renji got mangled, this guy must be tough. In the Soul Society Arc, he is an antagonist because he is doing what he is supposed to. In the TYBW, Kubo literally throws the two of them in a pit to fight some asauchi just to make the point that Renji is a shinigami and Ichigo is something else.

Let’s jump over to Rukia for a moment. Rukia is a great character, one of my favorite characters in any media. Rukia contains multitudes. She is tough and strong, but often melancholy. She can be beautiful and elegant, but she also lies and breaks rules and tried to put Kon in a dead cat once. Emotionally, she likes to present a cool front, but she has a big, loving heart, and she feels deeply. As a character, all of this makes her very easy to project onto, which is why I think so many people OTP her with someone, no matter who.Some people choose to try to make her into one of these things or another, and some people try to keep her as the full bundle of contradictions that she is.

There is no romantic content in canon Bleach. There is no romantic content in canon Bleach. There are many, many scenes that can be interpreted romantically, but no one goes on a date, no one kisses. Ichigo gazes longingly into the eyes of all his friends, it’s just a thing he does. Orihime does explicitly proclaim at one point that she loves Rukia, although I suspect that in the original Japanese, it’s the word for “friendship love” and not the very-rarely-used “romantic love.” I have seen a scene-for-scene comparison of IchiHime “romantic moments” only it’s Chad and Uryuu (which I choose to believe supports IshiChad, rather than negates IchiHime, but we may all choose for ourselves!) My point is that shipping in Bleach is a DIY craft, which, when we’re all having a good time, is what makes it so fun.

So, bringing all of this together, given that Ichigo and Renji are fairly similar characters, why are the ships so different, and what makes one appeal to some people and be abhorrent to someone else?

I think about romance stories a lot. I actually took a class on romance novels in college and I just really like to think about the mechanics of stories. In the truest sense of the word, “romance” is about extremes-- about sailing the high seas and wearing ostentatious shirts and shouting off a cliff in a rainstorm. When we talk about romance as a genre, the characters tend to behave in a way that we would not prefer our actual romantic partners do, but the over-the-top nature of it makes us swoon and our hearts drop -- except when it doesn’t. What is heart-breakingly romantic to some people can be a huge turn-off to others. The biggest fight my husband and I have ever had was over a kdrama. The male lead was hiding his identity from the female lead in order to help her, and I found it all to be deeply, deeply romantic, and my husband turned to me and said “He is being dishonest with her and I think it’s morally wrong” and I almost died.

So, let’s break down some of the themes of the two ships, which I think gets at the meat of what you were asking. Now, like I said, shipping is very participatory, and anyone may have their own ideas of how these relationships would be, and I am a big fan of “a great writer can get away with anything”, but in broad strokes, I think that these are the themes of the two ships:

IchiRuki:

Love conquers all/ Love is enough to overcome differences of class, age, lifestyle, geography, etc.

Instant connections/Love at first sight

Love is a force of the universe that cannot be denied or defeated

Young love

Grand gestures

Your partner changes you (in a positive way)/You effect change in your partner

Your partner is the center of your world

Your partner is the one person who can get through to you/You are the one person who can get through to your partner

Banter

Dumbassery

RenRuki:

Love takes work

Best friends to lovers

Second chances/Broken things can be repaired

Love is a choice

You improve with age

Shared experiences build love

Pining

Working together with your partner to create a mutually satisfying life together

Your partner enriches your world, but your independence is maintained

Banter

Dumbassery

There is also some degree of character interpretation at work, too-- there seems to be a huge degree of disagreement between fans as to whether:

a) Ichigo enjoys his normal, human life, and even though he do anything to protect what he loves, he would prefer to live a human existence with his human friends and family. He credits Rukia will helping him realize his strength and powers.

b) Ichigo is unsatisfied with his human life and that meeting Rukia opened the doorway to a life of excitement and adventure, on top of being given the strength to protect his loved ones.

As far as Ichigo pairings go, I think that most IchiHime people fall in category (a) and most IchiRuki (and GrimmIchi) shippers fall in (b). In both cases, peoples’ ships align with their view of what makes Ichigo happy. Most IchiRuki content I have seen  seems to feature Ichigo moving to Soul Society, rather than Rukia moving to Karakura. Rukia pretty explicitly indicates at the end of the Soul Society Arc that she wants to stay in Soul Society, plus she’s got a pretty established life there. Contrast that to the story of Isshin and Masaki-- Isshin seems pretty flippant and disaffected about his life in Soul Society; it doesn’t seem like it was a particularly hard choice for him to give up being a shinigami. Also, it’s pretty clear that what Isshin did was illegal, and I’m not sure there would be an easy way for Rukia to just say “WELP, I’m off to live as a human, smell you jerks later.”

To try to wrap things up, I think the actual dynamics of an IchiRuki or RenRuki relationship would be very similar, actually. They would banter a lot and dive headfirst into danger and support each other no matter what. Byakuya would treat either guy with the vaguest, most grudging amount of respect. The primary perpetual, unresolved argument between Rukia and Ichigo would be “The Living World is dumb/Soul Society is dumb”, whereas with Rukia and Renji, it would be “Squad 6 is dumb/Squad 13 is dumb wait no I didn’t mean that Captain Ukitake is an angel.”

Personally, I headcanon Renji as being more able than Ichigo to step back and be the support person in the relationship (see that bullet about Ichigo being the protag), so I think that RenRuki could manage to run a functional household, whereas Ichigo and Rukia would just go on adventures until they got arrested for tax evasion.

*For the record, I am very pro-IchiRenRuki, except that they would be even worse at running a household. It’s just Renji trying to explain how a chore wheel works while Rukia and Ichigo walk out the door on him.

#shipping discourse #they're just all very shippable! #with each other! #with anyone! #may god have mercy on my soul for venturing this close to the third rail of bleach discourse

[cicadahaze]

KILLUGON, POKEMON AU, GO

Dundee. Little do you know, I’ve had a Pokémon/hxh fusion that I’ve wanted to dump about for a long, long time. Extra info at the bottom.

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Wing fought the urge to bury his head in his hands. “Gon, no. Remember what I said about the knife strokes?”

Gon looked down at the crumpled carving blade in his hand, embedded in a clumsily carved red apricorn. It looked like it had gotten in a fight with a pawniard and lost. “…push with the thumb, right? That’s what I was doing.”

“No, I said brace it against your thumb. You push with your arm and wrist. Delicately.” Wing sighed. “I’m running out carving knives. Try again.”

Gon picked up a new knife and a green apricorn, face screwed up in thought. “Killua, why’d you get it so fast?”

“Because I’m used to working with knives, idiot,” Killua said. “My hands are knives.”

“Oh. Yeah!” Gon nodded, and got to work hollowing out the current apricorn under Wing’s watchful gaze. “What do you think you’re gonna catch?”

“I dunno, depends on what’s around. I could work with any Pokémon,” he bragged.

“Put more thought into it than that,” Wing quickly reprimanded. “You may have to create a bond quickly to survive your upcoming fights, but a bond is lifelong and incredibly important. Pokémon are not just tools for power. Yours will your friend and companion, your caretaker and your ward.” He puts a hand on Hariyama’s back. “I met Hariyama as a young boy, only a bit older than you two, and she and I have gone through many trials together. I draw on her strength, and she draws on my Nen. We are one being, soulmates in the most literal sense. A Hunter’s bond is not one to take lightly, as it is unlike any other.”

“I know that,” Killua said. “I’m just saying, I could befriend any Pokémon.”

“Hunters are not trainers, Killua. You should know that. It’s more than just befriending.”

Killua groaned.

“I can’t wait to make my bond,” Gon crowed. “I mean, I wish it was Kon, but…”

“You? Bonded to an arcanine? That’d be a disaster,” Killua said. “I’d rather not burn this place to the ground.”

Silently, Wing had to agree. But, for the sake of preventing Gon from being entirely distracted by bickering, he intervened. “Killua, your apricorn is ready, right?”

He nodded, holding up his expertly carved yellow apricorn.

“Wonderful. Now, all you need is your signature.”

“Signature?” Killua looked down at the Pokéball. “…why?”

“To tell other Hunters that you are the one who carved that Pokéball. You put the time and effort and thought into capturing and bonding with your partner. It’s a badge of honor and respect, that you didn’t just rush into getting a partner, but that you are prepared for the bond.” Wing pulled out his own Pokéball, pink, carved with a strange, complex design on the top. “The importance of the bond is why Hunters do not use mechanical Pokéballs, nor do we use apricorns that other Hunters carved. It’s a sign of maturity and responsibility.”

Killua’s crown deepened. “…oh. That makes sense. So you don’t hurt the Pokémon you bond with.”

Wing smiled proudly. “Exactly.”

Killua was quiet, staring at his Pokéball, before meandering over to Gon and sitting beside him, shoulder to shoulder. Gon glanced over and smiled, leaning in a bit. Killua slowly relaxed. “So. What should my sign be?”

“Hmmm… a heart!” Gon proclaimed.

“A heart?” Killua snorted, a little less spirited than usual. “Why a heart?”

“Cuz you ripped that guy’s heart out, and that was super cool,” Gon said cheerfully. “And you care a lot about everything even though you pretend you don’t and people should see that more.”

Killua spluttered. “G-Gon-!”

Wing sighed and glanced at Hariyama as she shook with silent laughter. Also silently, he agreed. Those two were definitely something.

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Fun facts!

-Hunters who bond with Pokémon gain access to a Pokémon’s abilities, and those abilities act as Hatsu. In exchange, the Pokémon gains access to other Nen abilities.

-Hunters usually only have one bonded Pokémon, as it’s a huge responsibility. More than one soul link can be overwhelming, or just a fuck ton of work. Of course, there are hunters who have more than one- whether it’s Freon being able to handle the responsibility and power, like Netero, or from greed for power and not caring much about the Pokémon, like most Zoldycks.

-Illumi has a Hypno and a Beheeyem.

-Hisoka has a Mr. Mime and a Lickylicky.

-Killua captures a Blitzle, which evolves into Zebtrika during Greed Island!

-Gon captures a Vigoroth, which evolves into a Slaking during Greed Island!

#this was written in one draft #dundee we need to talk more every time we talk were on the same page #i love this #my writing #hxh #pokemon #hunter x hunter #killugon

[0hmydekiru]

Character Sheet

Describe them in a sentence: with a Soul as fluid and changing as the Sea, her mind was a Tempest.

 Full name: Adiand'r Kon-El

Alias/es: Moonfire (hero name), Adiary Selene Anders-Kent (civilian name), Adi (nickname)

Species: half Kryptonian half Tamaranean (hybrid)

Gender: Female

Height:5’8”

Nationality: ‘American’

Eye colour: Blue

Hair: Red-orange

Birthday: July 7th

Defining physical traits: the freckles (there are so many) which is the orange ‘tint’ to her skin which is to resemble other Tamaraneans.

Favorite outfits or style: she likes the punk style but most of the time she either wears loose clothes, sweats/workout clothes, or as little amount of clothes as she can get away with.

Superhero Costume:  a sleeveless Purple and red leotard like suit that goes down to upper thigh. Long Red fingerless gloves that reach her bicep and purple and red thigh high boots. The gloves, boots, and suit have blue gems on them that match her belt.

Family background: ‘child’ of Starfire and Conner. that makes her Clark’s ‘granddaughter’ and the ‘great-granddaughter’ to Clarks parents.

She was created in a way that is similar to Conner but using his and Starfire’s DNA (In Vitro Fertilization). Neither of them knew about her until she was discovered by the justice league, including superman, in another Cadmus Facility, it was being investigated after an anonymous tip that they might be interested in what was found, but she was not ‘fully’ grown as she looked about ten years old while it was likely she wasn’t even that old. 

 At first they couldn’t really interact with her as she was unresponsive but J’onn was eventually called in to see if he could assist. He was able to and after some mental interaction Conner was ready to be a friend at least as he didn’t feel ready to be a parent though he did give her his name (Kon-El). Starfire was a bit slower to completely accept it but she warmed up to it deciding that the girl would be her sister as she too didn’t feel ready to be a parent.

Starfire, Conner and the girl eventually gave the girl the name Adiand'r which meant Moonfire as the main word the girl said was Moon. she had a bit of an obsession with the moon because she saw the moon while in the facility but by day the way to see outside was covered. 

 It has been a few years since and she has grown and soon may go through her Transformation but there is no certainty that she will.

Friends: Anani Bachman(another of my OC’s), Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Kori Anders, Conner Kent, Jason Todd (he is teaching her curse words)

Relationship status: Single (I ship too many things)

Personality: Adi is rather quiet and reserved at first sometimes taken as Aloof and apathetic. She tends to observe first even though she wants to be friends with people. She is a romantic and a daydreamer but is surprisingly down to earth for the most part. She is highly intelligent but that tends to be overlooked when she spends quite a bit of time acting too ‘immature’. She gives good advice but doubts herself so she never follows her own advice. She is passionate and enthusiastic which is found out when she gets use to people. She is often socially anxious and self-conscious as she ‘grew up’ without really talking to anyone and worries that she will do something wrong. She can be indecisive about a lot of things but there are some things that have ‘no’ real choice as there is only one correct answer. She can be rather silly and is often seen sticking her tongue out at people. She often falls to her knees in laughter when she thinks something is really funny. She can be sensitive about being teased which tends to make it hard to know how she will receive it. She can be rather moody and gets overwhelmed especially when stressed. She often hides her fear behind small reassuring smiles or recklessly rushing in because she doesn’t want anyone to see her as a coward. She hates crying (mostly in front of other people) because she heard that it shows weakness and she wants people to see her as reliable. She desperately wants people to like her but for the most part she refuses to conform, only compromising over a few things.

Powers/Skills:  

Physically most of her powers resemble those of Tamaraneans, with her starbolts being blue instead of green, internally she has more than a few powers that are kryptonian, like the hearing or different types of vision, but are weaker at first than Kal-el or Kon-el.

Kryptonian Weaknesses:

-Magic

-Kryptonite but not as much as a full kryptonian.

-Lead

Likes:rain, tea, shells, food (especially ketchup), books, the sky (especially at night), singing, dancing, candles, dolls, plants, animals

Dislikes: the lavender flower, bullies, yelling, manipulators, doctors/scientists, being overwhelmed, being alone for extended periods of time, small spaces, crowds of strangers, feeling clueless

Fears: helplessness, losing her powers, being hated, not being enough

Strengths: she keeps her promises, her determination, her loyalty to those she cares for, she endures even when she might want to give up

Weaknesses: she can be easily made sad, emotionally volatile, easily hurt by words, she tends to put those she ‘crushes on’ on a pedestal, her origins is a sensitive subject

Stories: TBA

Any other notes:

-she loves pugs, bats, hedgehogs, goats, fish and frogs which she wants as pets. 

-Her ‘moods’ leave her with times when some parts of her powers don’t work. 

-She bottles up her emotions and only occasionally vents by writing in a journal. 

-she lets certain people read certain parts of the journal to help them understand how she is feeling as she has trouble voicing negative feelings. 

-If she drinks she tends to laugh like an imp but gets depressing if left alone. 

-Her powers shine a shade of blue, like her eye color, instead of green. 

-She loves pie but hates pecans which is the only pie she doesn’t really like. 

-The first few months after she ‘woke’ she had a slight fear of heights. 

-Her first flight ended with her faceplanting into a field and it left a small crater.

Face Claim:

at first: Valentina Lyapina

when she looks older: Cintia Dicker

@leagueofocs

#this is my brain child #i love her she is a huge dork just you wait and see #superfire

[theexperiment-hq-blog]

Conner Kent / Superboy, played by Basil

OOC Info

Name: Basil

Age: 20

Pronouns: they/them

Triggers: [redacted]

IC Info

Muse Name and Alias: Conner Kent/Kon El

What is your primary canon(s) for this character? 90s Comics

Approximate Age: 23, but looks barely 18

OTPs, BroTPs, NoTPs: all of the ships do it go

Give us a bulletpoint outline for what your character’s history might look like:

Conner was made in Cadmus labs by Lex Luthor using his own and Superman's DNA. He was initially to be a replacement for a 'dead' superman, which ended up being a complete failure given his lack of actual kryptonian abilities as well as not responding to mind control and being broken out early and escaping.

Conner is mixed and on the darker end of the spectrum, which is why he draws so much attention compared to friends like Bart who are on the same wavelength of obnoxious. On top of it, he's very out about being bisexual, which is a huge problem for most people since the last thing you need is someone who looks like a perpetual party boy kissing other boys on TV broadcasts. It's why some people can't stand him, even if Superman's initial stance on him didn't affect them. It's a race and queer thing, and he knows it is, but is very unapologetic about who he is.

Conner is closer than Lex than he is Clark for a variety of reasons; Clark initially rejected Conner, which forced him to go to Lex instead for practically everything from parental comfort to getting a piercing gun that would make it's way through his skin. He does easily find himself at odds with Lex given they both have different goals, but when it comes down to it, he knows he can count on Lex to have his back. He did initially get closer with Clark once he realized Conner wasn't completely terrible, but if he had to pick, Conner would still side with Lex in terms of the preferred parent.

He doesn't have superman's powers at all, but rather tactile telekinesis, which allows him to manipulate anything he touches, including himself. That's what gives him the ability to 'fly' and have 'super strength'. He is technically half kryptonian, meaning kryptonite weakens him, but he's 'normal' aside from that compared to other kryptonians.

Interview (Must be answered in character, third person, including both narrative and dialogue. Answer these as if you’re responding to a roleplay reply. Feel free to write as much as you like, but make sure there’s at least a good paragraph for each.)

What would it take for you to switch sides? (hero to villain; villain to hero; neutral to either)

"Well... Honestly?" Conner asked quietly, slouching back in his chair as if he was overly comfortable rather than off put at the question. "It's kind of something I quietly fight with all of the time." He admitted softly. "Heroes and villains are kind of this concept of right versus wrong, and if a lot of people think doing the right thing is wrong, then I guess I'm a bad guy." He quietly laced his gloved hands over his torso, as if preparing to settle in for a long nap. "Like with all of the current stuff going down on earth... Like Kaepernick for example-" He started, sitting up and holding his hands out to explain as if the answer was right in front of him. "The football guy who takes a knee over standing for the anthem? There are people who literally send this guy DEATH threats because of what he's doing. People think he's in the wrong- that he's a bad guy all for KNEELING because people are being KILLED. So again..." He shrugged quietly, as if it were obvious, yet terribly painful. "It's all perspective, so... it doesn't really matter- to some people we're ALREADY the bad guys. I'M already a bad guy..." He corrected softly, slouching forward on his knees and lacing his hands together, eyes locked on the floor. "As long as I'm doing what I want, it doesn't really matter... does it?" He asked, quietly looking up with a grin on his face, yet nothing about his expression said he thought this was funny- everything about it said this topic hurt.

How would you describe yourself? How would your friends describe you? How would the public describe you?

"Describe myself?" He asked with a laugh. "Dude, I’m a FULL TIME superhero and ‘Superboy’ is TRADEMARKED- Like there is an honest to god TM there, I'm a walking billboard for myself! Like I have friggin merchandise and shit, my guy. I don't HAVE to describe myself, Google me." He said with a hearty laugh as if this was genuinely funny to him. "My friends would probably say I'm a big meme, but it's whatever. If the worst they think I am is funny then I lucked out given genetics." He joked as if proving the point, giving a wide, brilliant smile. "The public's opinion can be swayed depending on the media they consume. I'm sure to some people I'm this really obnoxious punk kid who needs to get shot in the head," He made a gun motion and put it to the side of his head, sticking his pierced tongue out. "And I'm sure to others I'm a roll model- which is wild considering, but also at the same time like... I could be seriously worse." He leaned back with a wide grin, having fun with that question in particular, more than willing to show off his narcissism.

If you could gain any superpower/swap your superpower for another, what would it be and why?

"Oh man- actual Supes' powers, hands down." He quickly answered. "Like I'm basically a knock off man, everyone knows that. So like having legit xray vision that aren't in my shades or like heat ray vision or frost breath? A total package- the powers, I'm already the whole 9." He snickered, showing off his perfect teeth with a wide grin. "Sooo, this is where I make a plus one joke if you're free sometime." He added, winking at the interviewer.

What is a secret you have never told someone?

He paused, considering this. "...I mean a secret is generally something you try not to tell people, but... I mean considering, I guess now is a good a time as any to bring it up. Even people with super powers aren't like... invincible and unaffected. At the end of the day, we have to go home and deal with what happens, good or bad... and there's a lot of bad shit in there, you know?" He grumbled softly, shaking his head and resting his elbows on his knees. "Like you don't see the stuff we do- know people are being hurt and that you can help but for some reason couldn't and just... walk away from that unscathed. It messes you up. It's why good people go ape shit- they just can't do it anymore. You get PTSD and depression and like... I should probably be on meds or whatever, but..." He leaned back in his chair. "...Sometimes there are just days where I can't do sunshine and good times acts. Sometimes I gotta sit there for a week in the same shirt and not do my hair and live in a blanket cocoon while beating playing GTA seven times with some weird movie on in the back. I'm not always okay... and I guess the first step to handling that is to talk about it. I'm used to making a big scene, so... may as well let other people know that even superheroes need help some time, right?" He offered, giving an almost apologetic smile as if it was his fault he wasn't okay.

If there was one choice in your past you could change, what would it be?

He paused to think, reliving a few moments. "...I duuno. There's a lot of shit I probably shouldn't have done or changed." He admitted with a laugh. "Is this just one fuck up or can I fix a few? Because some part of me always regrets the firecracker incident." He said with a soundless snicker as he covered his hand with his mouth. "Uh... I'm not... gonna say what it is, but even though it's funny now it put my stupid ass in the hospital for a little bit because I'll basically let Tim talk me into anything because he's my favorite kind of cute." He couldn't help but snicker the entire time he was talking, occasionally pausing to wheeze at the memory. "Ohhh, man... I cannot believe I'm still such a hot mess, I'd probably still do that now if I got trashed enough because it's so funny. So I guess never mind on that? I dunno man there's serious shit I can think of too but like... Jeezus christ I can't even think now." He dissolved into laughter again, covering his face with his hand while he couldn't stop himself from laughing so hard.

If you had one day where you could do anything you want, free of consequences, what would you do?

Conner paused, thinking quietly about all of the good he could do. How he could handle the root issues of wars. How he could have Tim help him hack into obnoxiously rich people's bank accounts to solve socioeconomic issues- literally fix things like world hunger with that alone. How he could hurl some people into the sun- kiss girls and guys and anything in between without them getting upset for some reason or another. How he could take a damn day off without feeling guilty about it- maybe catch up on playing some NES games he hadn't touched in a while. So many ideas came to mind at the concept of it being 'consequence free'. But no. He could do something much more devastating. Something that would state the little terror that was always nagging at him to shove someone off of a roof or punch someone into a yard or steal a dog just because it was cute. A wide grin grew on his face that said he was very much Lex as he was Clark. "...I'd give Lex Luthor a wedgie so hard he's underwear would rip and then would leave him hanging from some really public place where everyone could see him." He couldn't help but laugh half way though his sentence, the idea fucking hysterical to him.

Extras

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#accepted