#nugget's yapping again | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sturniolo-rat · 2 days

Text

✨Chris Sturniolo Headcanons✨

For Black Girls✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

💋 Chris loves black girls

I’m sorry but in my head Chris prefers black girls. Like Atlanta Georgia black girls… thick, dark, dressed to the nines, hair done, acrylic nails 💅🏽💅🏾💅🏿absolute fucking queens. Like I don’t describe Y/N in any way but best believe if it’s a Chris fic she’s black to me.

💋 He sees fucking hates racists

This doesn’t actually need to be said but I figured We’d get this out of the way first. Chris definitely listens to you when you talk about race issues so he knows all about micro aggressions. He always notices them and stands up for you every time. “Baby, if anyone says that shit to you again I’m gonna catch an assault charge!”

💋 He owns silk sheets

This man most definitely would buy a full set of silk sheets after you sleep over his house for the first time and he notices you brought your own satin/silk pillowcase. He doesn’t realize it’s for your hair until he surprises you with them the next time you sleep over and you tell him. “Oh, I just thought you were being bougie.” Then he buys more sets of them because he decides to throw away all his cotton sheets.

💋 He learns your hair care routine

Chris is the only white person you trust to touch your hair. He makes taking care of your hair into a really loving and intimate experience. If you’re in the bath he adds epsom salts, sets up candles, and does a bunch of stuff to set the mood. “You have any music requests, Mama? If not I’m probably just gonna put on the sexy time playlist.” He sits out side of the bath and takes his time washing and conditioning your hair making sure to detangle and section it the way you taught him. He does the same thing when you’re in the shower except he stops occasionally to pull you close and feel you up. “Come here, Baby. You’re so fuckin’ pretty and you smell so nice and clean. I just can’t resist.”

💋 He sits with you when you’re getting your hair braided and brings you snacks

Before your appointment he packs you a lunch bag full of snacks for the both of you because of course he’s coming with you. “Alright, Baby, we’ve got Doritos, McDonald’s chicken nuggets, and a shit ton of candy. We’re all set to go.” If you think he’s not gonna come when you’re gonna be in the chair unable to get away from his yapping you are sorely mistaken. He’s always keeping everyone entertained and happy. “What’s up ladies! You have any tea for me today.” It’s just him feeding you snacks and having silly conversations with you and the person doing your hair. If you ever show up to your appointment without him everyone misses him.

💋 He pays for your acrylics

He insists on giving you the money every two weeks because he’s just “helping to keep his princess feeling pretty” He also likes to help you figure out designs and themes nails. He sends you random texts with nail inspo all the time. “I know a zoo theme seems extra, but let me cook, Mama!” I’m certain that he makes you get a C for Chris on one of your nails every time you get new set. This probably isn’t exclusive to black girls but like as a black person who gets their nails done I like to go all out on the designs and shit gets expensive.

💋 You convince him to wear a durag

He only agrees to do it one time in the house. You use the situation to teach him its use and significance in black hair care. It takes him a few tries and you have to demonstrate it a lot but eventually he is able to put it on correctly and he looks super cute. Not cute in a “this is a good look for you” kind of way, but in an aww “the little white boy is engaging in cultural appreciation” type of way. “I think if anyone saw me like this I would get cancelled.”

Taglist

Masterlist

Idk if people put their tag lists on headcanon posts??? Pls advise

@daddyslilchickenfingers2 @mrsmiagreer @rafecameronsbitch @lovergirl4387 @gdsvhtwa @ashley9282828 @j-worlds-blog @stephanienwf @achrisgirly @draculaura123 @abbypost @cind2224 @crazychrisl0v3r @ryli3sworld @bkwrld @chrattstromboli @pinkishpearls @pepsienthusiasts @stunza @sturnssmuts @angelic-sturniolos111 @69isabella69 @maryx2xx @sturniolo04 @bigbeefybitch @klaus223492 @r93339 @sturnzsblog @spotconlon55 @robins-scoop @junovrsmp4 @sturnlover4eva @blahbel668 @lilahnowheretobefound @luxy-nyx @tuffsturns @m0r94n @sturnstvs @pepsicolapussy333 @maddyslifesstuff @dogblof @honeymoonxxz @xplr-sturns-e-m @hayhjelmstad15

42 notes · View notes

reimissme · 2 months

Text

Been eating like a normal person this weekend and i am so close ending it all like my thigh f@t is literally my 13th reason can someone give me a g\/n i won't be alive to give it back tho,

Anyways i'm too lazy to even log my calorie intakw to mnd i just put s*it there and put it to like 4000 cvls the f*ck i care I am so happy that school week is starting again so my mom can't be up my a*s every 2 seconds like she f*cking took me and my brother eat out sum greasy asf food yesterday and i took the ones w the least cvls i think but then she was like "just 4 nuggets?🥺" i wanted to sh**t her right then and there but i ended up having to take the fkin larger greasy fries and sum milkshake which did taste so good but i literally couldn't even make myself go see the cvls that thing had and i couldn't even p**ge that out bc she wanted to go to stupid stores after and it took so long that i didn't think there would even come anything out and even if we went straight home it would've been impossible bc she was up my a*s like i was taking my contact lenses off and that b**ch came there asking if i was throwing up like i made me wanna bl*w her br**ns out idc like i wasn't even p**ging and she was still up my a*s like wtf she is so super annoying and today she was like "you need to come eat RIGHT NOW" the urges to thr*w her off the window were so big and ended up going to eat w them and then i just raged at her dor being annoying asf and told her to go to h*ll and she was super angry and started yelling at mw but i was wearing headphone so i heard none of that s*it she was yapping abt and i'm glad she is angry at me bc then i can be at her so i don't have to go eat w them bc then i'll just tell her that i don't wanna see her stupid face (i don't🤓) anyways tomorrow i just won't eat anything and prolly go straight to sleep after skl and then just tell her to suck d*ck or sum and f@st for as long as i can and i don't even have snacks in my room anymore so i can't eat smth i don't have

If someone has a good workout plan for f*cking big thighs please share i need to get rid of those meat sacks as fast as possible like 3 weeks would be good to lose like 10cm from them pls🎀💕🌸

#tw ed diet #ed not ed sheeran #tw restrictive ed #tw ana diary #tw disordered eating #disordered eating thoughts #ana trigger #ana bllog #ed bullshit #ed not sheeren #⭐️rving #🕯️as a 🪶#13th reason

26 notes · View notes

the-whispers-of-death · 6 days

Note

Ok. Where do I begin with this mf?

I present to you, Camilo "Calupoh" Santiago (I legally can't change his name because it's too iconic to my short memory ass rn) + a picrew of when I was struggling to figure out how to draw his hair (can be taken to how he looked like before he was burned alive 🫣🫣)

I have a whole post on some little facts about him. But, idk- I'll give a resume on this mf's backstory that I'm still figuring out with the childhood part-

At the good ol age of 25, Sgt Santiago was sent with his team, and Lt Price's team 🙀 to go and pretty much kill some very dangerous drug cartel.

Of course, it went horrible and both teams were ambushed (imagine that scene from the og MW I think mw3, where Price is forced to leave behind the American soldiers he was working with in the diamond mine because it was gonna explode-) and Santiago's team, along with some few soldiers of the SAS where captured by the cartel and were tortured.

For 4 years. In those years, only a handful managed to survive through the horrible things that they gone through.

Not to mention, that the last bit of suffering they went through, before they found a way to escape? They were burned alive, held down by chains (which would make it worse for burns on their ankles and wrists I think), with a torch of all things. And it was a very slow burn, they took their sweet time savoring the pain they caused to these soldiers with the torches until they were in too much pain to move at all.

Calupoh (pulling a Farah from MWI to give a concrete comparison to how he found a way out of there, excluding the whole part where they fight and kill them all) used stealth, and a knife to sneak up on most of the guards that were keeping watch on them, cutting their throats. He helped his few friends that were still alive, barely might I say, and they snuck out and managed to get as far as possible from that hell to arrive at a hospital.

Fast forward, after they were discharged, they were put on leave, mainly to recover mentally ig, before they'd join back to the Mexican army. After that, Captain John Price, hearing that his old buddy he thought was dead was actually alive, went to visit him as soon as possible. And that's how they met again, and Calupoh joined Task Force 141 up until now at the age of 34 and rank of Lt.

I'm sorry if this is chaotic or disorganized or it doesn't make a lot of sense (I might've gone to yapping and rambling territory tbh- sorry about that-) There's most likely inaccuracies to which I take full responsibility over. 🥲

Anyways, it was fun writing this and telling you about my silly burnt chicken nugget goober. :D

(should I add trivia? Like his height or other stuff? Nah- I think the backstory is enough, right???)

I love Calupoh already.

#tyler's asks #tyler's inbox #tyler answers asks #answering asks #asks #other ocs #oc talk #:)

2 notes · View notes

3wisellamas · 6 months

Text

SCC Halloween Week: Sweet Surprise

Sweet tore through his nuggets quicker than his bandmates had ever seen. The speaker sat there, tapping out a gentle beat along the table rim, while next to him K_K convinced themself to take each bite of their sandwich by making racecar noises, and across the table Cap'n barely ate either, too engrossed in trying to start conversation. The trio still weren't entirely finished with their meal when the restaurant's manager arrived, two small ice cream cones in their hands.

"Excuse me, sir..." The manager cleared their throat, summoning the robots' attention as they slipped into the fakest customer service voice they'd ever heard, which coming from an Addison was saying something. "We're very, very sorry about the...incident, earlier. I can assure you we'll take steps to make sure it doesn't happen again." Their gaze locked onto Sweet. "To make up for it...and so you don't give us a bad review on Yap!...we'll give you dessert on us. Normally we only give out one cone but since we value your patronage so much, we'll give you two."

They sat the cones down onto the table, carefully balancing them so they didn't tip over, though with only a splash of vanilla ice cream in each one barely peeking over the rim there wasn't much danger.

Sweet stared at the cones for a moment, then up at the manager, studying their face to find out if they were serious of not. Unfortunately, dead serious. "...What the hell am I supposed to do with these?"

"Um...eat them, sir?"

"Sure. If you want to call an Ambyu-Lance. Maybe check to make sure you ain't offering ice cream to a customer who's lactose intolerant!!" ��

"We'll eat 'em!" Noticing that telltale thrum of musical magic in Sweet's eye, and in their fists, once again, K_K scooped up one of the tiny cones and downed it in one bite, passing the second to Cap'n, who despite the tension around their table was never one to refuse dessert before he'd finished his dinner. With the ice cream gone, the manager hurried away behind their counter once again, leaving Sweet to continue stewing in silence, the fight leaving their circuits just as quickly as it'd come.

Through a mouthful of fries, K_K mumbled, "We can get you something else. I think they've got apple slices here!"

"Nah, it's fine. That ice cream should've been for you anyway." Sweet slammed his head down onto the table, the others watching in concern as they finished eating. He didn't move once until K_K poked at the back of his boxy head a couple times, checking to make sure he was still awake, and informing him it was time to head home.

"I'm fine," Sweet assured his bandmates, as the trio walked through the metallic fields, "It's just been such a weird week. First the Maus, then finding that the shop's haunted, then that one movie gave us nightmares for days, and then...that."

"We can still get you some appy slices," K_K offered. "Or some candy!"

"No, K_K. You guys don't have to get me anything. I just want to get home and jam!" His malaise fading, and with that distinctive energetic hop back in his step, Sweet smiled up at them with his eye, taking the lead.

But despite K_K joining him, Cap'n still hung back, glancing down a nearby street. "Yo, uh...you guys go on ahead, alright? I got a stop to make."

Sweet looked at him, puzzled. "What stop?"

"A stop. I won't be long." Shooing them away, Cap'n raced down the side street, and Sweet just shrugged, heading for home with K_K.

True to his word, Cap'n wasn't long, arriving only a couple minutes later with a shopping bag, smiling as his bandmates greeted him with a loud hip hop record spinning on Sweet's turntable, the speaker bobbing their head happily as they watched K_K accompany the music with a little extra impromptu bass drumming.

"Not bad, not bad!" He laid the bag onto the counter, motioning for Sweet to check it out. "This track always could use a little more bass!"

"Pssh, you can never have too much bass," Sweet remarked, pulling out a carton of ice cream. "...Really, Cap?"

"Look, check the label before ya say anything!" Suspicious, Sweet read where Cap'n pointed, the ingredients list. "I found this stuff the other day, been savin' it for a bad week. It's made from almond milk, no dairy whatsoever!"

"And...you got my favorite flavor!" His eye widening, it didn't take long for Sweet to agree to a bowl filled to the brim with caramel pumpkin spice ice cream, which the speaker offered to share with the others but was politely refused. "Man, this hits the spot..."

"I bet! Least somethin' good happened this week!"

"Tomorrow'll be good too," K_K said, hitting their drum a couple more times. The instruments were all ready to go for a concert the next day, and their excitement for it was contagious, with Cap'n and Sweet laughing excitedly.

"Oh, I'm not worried about tomorrow, we're gonna rock! Though, the merch..." Sweet kicked at a sealed cardboard box at his feet, eyeing Cap'n suspiciously, which the boombox shook off.

"Merch'll be fine! I've got it all covered!"

"That's what I'm worried about..."

#deltarune #sweet cap'n cakes #deltarune sweet #deltarune cap'n #deltarune k_k #scc halloween week #emwrites

3 notes · View notes

chicken-fifi · 2 months

Note

i think u mentioned it in ur request guidelines, but i’m hesitant bc idw it to get to that point where someone has to tell u not to write for him bc they dislike it just scroll past and ignore pls literally so little ppl write for him bc then it gets awkward & weird for everybody

rambling besties i love to yap he’s not a bad person lol for a person’s who’s first language is english, his english sucks so much and he’s just defensive so he says/acts in the dumbest ways. i don’t agree with his actions/words either but i just wish ppl would see the good side of him. ending my rambling here i hope no one sends hate about him bc he alr gets enough on a daily basis sorry for this unsolicited ramble

anyways, thank u for ur consistent hard work!

also not u tagging cutest chicken nugget?? i will cry

- hugs anon

not me going to look at my guideline and realizing that i literally stopped mid sentence in one and went to another point (get some sleep chicken!)

i understand the hesitation, i really do. and those points you're making i've contemplated and thought over hundreds of times, yet i still haven't done anything about it, and i think the main reason why is because i'm not up to date with much of what he has said or even the context around it and what i have seen is in bits and pieces that have yet to fully grasp. i honestly have no problem with someone straight up asking me to stop writing for him for one reason or another. i understand the situation that i am putting myself in, and i accept that risk. but again, sometime i forget he's even on my masterlist because i don't get or even hear about him for months on end. and that tends to happen with a lot of people (unfortunately and fortunately)

and i love rambles

honestly if people were to just send rambles in for asks i wouldn't be upset or even bothered by it

i match the energy sometimes

my mom's been doing that and it's funny seeing a middle aged woman do it. god i love her

#hugs anon #cutest chicken nugget #answered #getting distracted by black clover #this made my day a bit-#not my watch yelling at me to move as if i didn't just go on a walk for 40 minutes #- better after the trashfire that was my first class and math lesson

0 notes

wings-liker · 2 years

Text

Nick was entirely too high for this.

Well, really he was as high as he needed to be for when Bill forced him to work Valentine's, even though it was the first time he'd ever actually had a boyfriend to share it with. For that situation he was the perfect amount of high. No one came to Wendy's on Valentine's day, not when there was a perfectly good "literally anywhere else" in town. Even the people who didn't want to drive the 15 minutes into the city proper had TGI Friday's and Bennigan's. He should have been in the clear to get blazed as fuck in his Cherokee Sport during his 15.

But when he came back, Aaron was still fucking around in the freezer and that meant there was no one manning the counter. Nick groaned as he saw the woman waiting, put on his most sober customer service voice and did his best to look like he gave a shit. Once the order was in, he banged on the freezer door and Aaron sluggishly came out, looking as if he had just been woken up from the deepest sleep of his life.

Nick ran the card, and felt his heart pound as the accepted message flashed across the POS.

"What is it?" He tried to say, at least, as far as Nick could tell. The actual words were somewhat slurred and buried beneath a pretty thick east Texas accent that Nick had only just begun to learn to decipher.

"Two number threes and a four piece nugget," Nick responded, already pouring the two Cokes she asked for.

With some muttered cursing and splashed grease, Aaron pulled the order together. He was being pretty drag-ass about it, but until Nick saw the heat lamp he couldn't figure out why.

"How many nuggets did you make?" Nick asked in disbelief, staring at the heaping pile of nuggets, still glistening from the fryer.

"I figured we'd get some more orders in, and if not we could take 'em home," Aaron replied, or something like it, and Nick groaned. Bill would fucking kill them. Or at least get them fired. He was already out for them, and this would be all the excuse he needed to get rid of them. Then it would be what, back to Hot Topic? Renting out shoes at the bowling alley? Circle K was already out of the question.

"Hello?" She asked. "How much longer do you think?"

Nick's head pounded as he rounded up the items into a red and white bag and passed them over the counter with a strained smile on his face. He laid his head in his arms, trying to recover, when he heard the door open again.

"Welcome to Wendy's, can I get you..?" Nick asked, trailing off as he saw that no one was there save a speckled tan mutt in front of the counter. It was bigger than most dogs he had seen, but a bit lankier, with pointy ears.

"Huh, a coyote," Aaron said behind him, pronouncing it as two syllables. Simple and matter of fact, announcing it's presence rather than ask what it was doing in a suburban Illinois fast food chain as if it had every right to be here.

The coyote stood on two legs, placing its paws on the counter, and Nick realized that it was holding a folding leather wallet in its mouth. It dropped the wallet on the counter, pushed it towards Nick with its nose, and then let out a short, purposeful yap.

He was entirely too high for this. He opened the wallet, expecting to find out more about the owner, only to sit in a stunned silence as he saw the ID. It had a picture of not just a coyote, but the coyote in front of him, down to the speckling on his forehead and the particular shade of sienna on its ears.

"Coyote Latrans," Nick read aloud in a daze. "Eyes golden, sex m. Birthdate 11/13/93. Restrictions: none."

The coyote levelled its gaze at Nick, who realized there was a credit card in the pocket. It was heavy, some kind of metal, and was black with a roman warrior on it. The name read "C. Latrans." Nick coughed and spoke up.

"Um, sorry sir. Can I get you anything?" He asked, as if forgetting for a moment that he was speaking with a glorified dog. The coyote yapped in reply, a response that was little help. Nonetheless, Nick nodded as if he understood perfectly.

"Yes, right away sir."

Nick pulled Aaron back to the kitchen to the latter's confusion.

"What is it?" Aaron asked, barely becoming more legible. "It's just a coyote."

"Aaron," Nick hissed under his breath. "That coyote has a black card."

"A black card?" He asked, unimpressed.

"Yeah, like... They're a secret thing that they only give to really rich people, and you have to get invited to apply. They don't have a credit limit, and you can buy anything with it."

"How do you know it's his?"

"It's got his name on it!"

Aaron glared at him, his face deadpan.

"The coyote... Has a secret black credit card that ordinary people can't get... And you can tell it's his... Because his name is on it."

"Well," Nick started. "What kind of credit card do you expect a coyote to have?"

The pair sat in silence for a moment, until the coyote yapped again from the counter.

"Okay, what does he want?" Aaron asked.

Nick fumbled for a response. He hadn't considered that the coyote might want something specific. He couldn't exactly ask for his order, and the canid was apparently starting to get impatient. Suddenly, Nick had an idea.

"Let's give him some chicken nuggets!"

"Like hell I am," Aaron said, his words drawing long. "Those are my nuggets!"

"Tell that to Bill," Nick said under his breath as he started to fill a bag with the nuggets.

"Man, fuck Bill!" Aaron said, and made a grab for the bag. Nick held fast, and after moments of struggle, the bag tore in half, spilling nuggets onto the floor. The coyote whined from the counter.

"Are you happy?" Nick asked, watching Aaron pick up a nugget off the kitchen floor and eat it. "When you get done, fry up some more nuggets so we can finish his order."

"Why do we have to fry more? These are fine. Besides, I bet he normally eats roadkill," Aaron said, his mouth full.

"You think the coyote with a credit card eats roadkill." Nick replied, unamused.

Aaron picked up another chicken nugget off the ground and took a bite.

"Fine, how many?"

"I don't know," Nick said. "How many chicken nuggets do you think a coyote wants?"

Neither had a good answer. Nick groaned and grabbed the box of nuggets from the freezer and started frying them himself, leaving Aaron to deal with the mess on the floor.

He was too fucking high for this.

----

"Alright," Nick said, passing a tray of six bags filled to the brim with nuggets over the counter. "1,000 chicken nuggets should bring you up to... Roughly $150. Will that be cash or credit?"

The coyote looked up at him with pleading eyes, offering no response.

"Right, credit it is."

He returned the card to the wallet and let the coyote pick it up, then followed the coyote over to a booth. He sat the tray down, and the coyote hopped into the seat. It pulled a hundred dollar bill out of the wallet and offered it to him.

"I'm sorry sir, we can't accept tips."

The coyote growled, and Nick took the bill from the coyote's mouth, and the coyote's disposition instantly improved. He experimentally nosed the bag, ate a chicken nugget whole, then gave Nick a happy lick on the cheek. Nick took a step back and sighed.

"Sir, this is a Wendy's."

#writing #long post #short fiction #shitpost #coyote #wendy's #valentines day

25 notes · View notes

legends-live-in-memories · 3 years

Text

“How Did All This Happen?”- A Memoire by one Marinette Dupain-Cheng 4

Yooooooooo. Guess who’s back? me. this part 4 whoohoo. I swear i will let them meet i promise okay. but first, plot. kinda short but needed to happen. also i have such fun ideas for identity shenanigans, misunderstandings and situations that would permanently grey poor Damian.

without further ado

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6

Let it Be Known That Damian Thought This was a Bad Idea II

The Team had expanded their research into more forms of magical weapons, enlisting the help of Zatanna and Dr. Fate. Constantine was nowhere to be found. Using the Shaolin’s Snake Fist as a focal point, they searched for other magical weapons that could have been used to develop modern martial arts. They came across information on a collection of magical artifacts called Prodigiouses, which are said to grant the owner abilities respective to the specific animal spirits. The story corroborated what Kobra was yapping on about so the Team took particular interest in them. They could not however find any connection between these Prodigiouses and the Kobra-Venom other than the Cult of the Kobra was involved.

This could mean two things. Either the Cult of the Kobra is only one small part in an even bigger pyramid scheme of world domination, or that the cult was only aware of the snake dagger and had total disregard for the rest. Guess which one the Team of Batman offsprings and conspiracy theorists believed happened? No one could leave well enough alone.

Damian didn’t know how their research didn’t lead them to the Miraculouses or the League of Shadows but he will take his blessings where he can. The Prodigious were rumored to have been scattered across the globe, in areas where their animal spirits thrived. They uncovered the existence of five of these prodigiouses, including the missing dagger. Their information was limited in what these actually looked like, referring to them by specific names instead. The Team had divided into four squads to maximize search and retrieval.

Alpha Squad, consisting of Blue Beetle, SuperBoy, Spoiler, Batgirl (Oracle’s new protege) and Thirteen, was to head to Juneau, Alaska to look for what their research has called the Bear’s Paw.

Beta Squad was to head to Serengeti, Tanzania in search of the Lion’s Head. The members were Red Robin, Raven, Wonder Girl, El Dorado and Static.

Gamma Squad was sent to Kyoto in Japan to find the Dragon’s Claw. Gamma Squad was Nightwing, Halo, Robin, Ms. Martian and Kid Flash.

Delta Squad, members being Tigress, Arrowette, Beast Boy, Signal and Starfire, was sent to the Amazons in Brazil. They were tasked with finding the Monkey’s Tail.

Oracle would be stationed at the Hub computers, monitoring surveillance, tracking all the missions and relaying information to each squad. Zetatubes would only work in Kyoto and in the outskirts of the Amazons. Tracking and finding the Snake’s Fang, and whoever stole it, was set for a later date. Damian prayed for never.

The squads were set to head out by the end of the week, giving each enough time to prepare and set up travel and rest accommodations. This was not going to be a quick and easy mission that only lasted a few hours due to the lack of actual information to base off. Again, Damian refused to be of help here. Three of the squads had magic users and the Team was hoping for some magical essence to be traced. Delta had Beast Boy and they hoped he could talk to the animals to see if they knew anything. Yeah, this mission was multiple shots in the dark but the Team was not taking any chances. Also the week would give the younger members of the team time to find believable cover stories to tell their parents since, you know, the League, and League-adjacents, no longer had jurisdiction in any of these places. One day, Lex Luthor is going to have to pay for all this and Damian hopes he gets to be the one to bash the fucker’s face in.

Anyways, there were several questions that went unanswered amongst all this planning. The first was what they planned to do with all these artifacts. Destroy them? Keep them in Justice League vaults? It’s one thing to keep potentially dangerous weapons out of the wrong hands, but this plan felt very colonistic in execution; removing what could potentially be sacred artifacts from the local culture because they thought it was unprotected there left a bad taste in Damian’s mouth. Clearly, he wasn’t the only one who thought so as Thirteen voiced these very concerns. The other younger members were of similar opinion. Static and Signal looked particularly miffed and wouldn’t look anyone in the eye.

“Well,” Nightwing looked like he didn’t account for that in his planning. No one seemed to have an intelligent answer to that question and exchanged semi-awkward glances. He was honestly surprised at this, expecting a firm pushback at the concerns. This wasn’t the first time the Team made morally compromising decisions so Damian was confused at the sudden hesitation. He knew why the younger members would be concerned about the ethics. But he held no such understanding for the members of Batman Inc. or those who faked their own deaths for the sake of the mission. The sudden acquisition of a moral compass which prevented a solid answer was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.

But then again, most things in this life are. Zatanna assured that if they did find any of these Prodigiouses, she and Constantine would work to find a proper way to keep them out of nefarious hands without robbing the locals of their culture. She obviously didn’t believe what she was saying. Neither did anyone else but who was paying attention to that detail? No one, apparently. And she mentioned Constantine who was off doing whatever it was that he does when he’s skiving off of official Justice League duties. He was supposed to be here, being a highly trained magic user with impressive tracking skills and all. But he wasn’t. He wished wherever that bastard is, he’s having a horrible time.

Taglist

@deathwishy @neakco @virtualreading @f-rget-lt @your-resident-chicken-nugget @nathleigh @toodaloo-kangaroo @irontimetravelflower @trippingovermyfeet @t1dwarrior-of-earth @tip-tap-tired @fidget-eep @thenillabean @officiallydarkgeek @mystery-5-5 @moonlightstar64 @just-an-observer-ignore-me @nightstarblue @certainmuffinbagelcalzone @fan-written @jjmjjktth @vixen-uchiha @zorua-adorable

#mlb x dc #daminette #maribat #damimari #they will meet i promise #but until then #plot set up for shenanigans #is my tag list working btw?#hdath #cant forget #i should link the recent posts to older ones but that takes effort #thats why i have the hdath tag for those who want to find the other ons #i should make a masterlist too but eventually #i accidentally put huntress instead of tigress so i changed it oops #i goofed

130 notes · View notes

lil--nuggett · 2 months

Text

Hey guys, so if you know Baldur's Gate 3 this is an AU for that with Hardenshipping but it's really fucked up. I will explain why it's fucked up below the cut.

Maxie is a High Half-Elf Warlock (his patron is Groudon), and Archie's a Human Fighter <3

Also I just realized this is the first time you have seen me draw Archie seriously lmao my bad guys I'll try to draw him again soon

I took a ton of inspiration for various things for these designs, including Guile for Archie's armor bc I love Guile sm!!

(More info and our dumb AU lore under here - No BG3 Spoilers I promise <3)

I'm going to tell you this now... this gets really fucking crazy and honest to god I know I'm going to have a hard time explaining this. It WILL be quite long and I WILL be yapping.

This AU is really just something we did on impulse and it's really fun to mess around with, so I'm hoping you all will enjoy the concept as well :)

I'll try to explain it simply as I can. I thank you in advance to all who sit here and read this ily sm if you read it all <3333

Anyways, okay so imagine how one could do a bg3 AU for these two fuckers...

And throw it right out the window because you'll never guess how me and my friend have done it.

The Backstory:

This all started when my friend decided to play BG3 for the first time, and he jokingly said to me "Should I make Maxie our main character??" and I replied "I you want, but I won't force you" and thus BG3 Maxie was created, and his misadventures began.

Now your probably wondering (if you've played the game) what about the guardian?? Who did we make the guardian?? Well, we made Archie the guardian. However, I did not know just how wild this idea would get within the next few days.

So, eventually we realized how crazy the BG3 lore actually is (it's a like fucking DnD campaign idk how we didn't realize this beforehand), and so, we jokingly started our own "AU Lore" that ties in with the BG3 Lore.

If you really want to know, I have an entire note in my notes app dedicated to keeping track of what happens. It is very long.

The Parasite:

Now, if you've played the game or know anything about it, you know about the Mindflayer parasites. Well, one fateful day, me and my friend joked that the Parasite in Maxie's head was this little freak who looks like Archie.

The two have no correlation other than looks, its completely coincidence and it's not a mimic situation. The Parasite "Archie" does nothing but talk nonsense to Maxie all the time, and initially the bit was that he only talked about Fortnite. All because I made the joke that the dream realm in game looked like a fortnite update. By now, that bit has fallen off (thank god), replaced by just general nonsense and lies.

Also he fucking looks like this:

Weird little freak. This is just one of his talk sprites I have, this is just his neutral expression.

So basically it's:

- Maxie was supposed to be on a Geology research trip, but instead he got dragged into the Parasite issue with the rest of the companions. He really just wants to get home to Archie.

I am the one who handles everything for Maxie in this AU, I do his voice, I handle his lore, etc.

- Parasite Archie is this 1 foot tall, neco arc-esque version of Archie that sits on Maxie's shoulder and tells him nonsensical things. He also says Maxie's name wrong, he says Maxie's full first name and pronounces it as "Maximilliam" instead of the "N" at the end. For Maxie it's like handling a toddler but the toddler fights back, doesn't shut up, and threatens your life. He also has a ton of his own lore that my friend continously adds on to, so I can make another post with just the parasite's part of things.

My friend handles everything with the Parasite himself, comes up with the lore, does the voice, etc. I simply keep track of it.

- The "dream visitor" version of Archie is not real either. It's linked to the Parasite in ways that if I get into it, I will spoil a good chunk of the game. Sorry. Just know you can consider this and Parasite Archie kind of as one in the same almost.

- The REAL Archie is still at home, completely unaware of what's happening, while Maxie is fighting for his life. He does miss him, though, and hopes he gets home soon. He and Maxie are only boyfriends, they haven't gotten married yet. (They also haven't been through their rivalry yet, as this all takes place before that happens.)

Sorry for the convoluted yap sesh, I just have more art planned for this stupid AU and- God I cannot possibly just post this shit with no context. Like, I'd have to explain it eventually so I might as well do it now beforehand yk 😭😭

I might do separate posts with our HCs and some silly conversations that have happened between Parasite Archie and Maxie if you guys would want that :)

Also, I do have all of the sessions from where my friend plays the game recorded and I'll be sure to post some clips of what Parasite Archie sounds like eventually, possibly with snippets of my shitty Maxie voice in there as well. You'll get to see the talk sprites in action with that, too.

#nugget's yapping again #apologies in advance to all the bg3 fans who end up seeing this shit im so sorry guys #nugget art!!#GOD THIS IS SO LONH IM SO SORRY GUYS #Parasite Archie #its official #he has his own tag now. god help us.#like i said ill make a separate post about Maxie and Parasite Archie so you can know more about them and their dynamic #hardenshipping #magma leader maxie #aqua leader archie #bg3 #bg3 au

51 notes · View notes

nooneelsecomesclose17 · 3 years

Text

Go to the ends of the earth for you - Part 5

And it's finished. What was a oneshot redo of *that* episode turned into a series. Thank you for all the lovely comments and I hope the final part lives up to the rest.

(AO3 link)

The next morning he leaves Seb with Vic and heads up to the surgery. Robert’s meeting his Gran’s solicitor again so he hopefully won’t ever have to know about any of this . It feels like a lifetime since he lived here, since he felt he could turn to Paddy and know he’d always be there for him.

“Aaron. What are you doing here?” Belle’s smiling as he walks in and he nods.

“Paddy in?”

“He’s just finishing up with a patient but he’s got a few minutes after that.”

“That’s all I’ll need. You might want to get a coffee while we chat.” Belle raises her eyebrows but nods. It’s well known what’s happened between him and Paddy and Belle knows more than most having listened to him a lot while Robert was away and she’d been helping with Seb.

It’s not even five minutes before Paddy sees out a young woman with a yapping dog, stuttering when he sees Aaron waiting. Belle hands him a few messages before she all but bolts out of the door.

“Aaron…I didn’t…how are you?”

“I’d be a lot better if you’d keep your mouth shut about Robert.” He watches as Paddy struggles to find a response. “Don’t bother trying to deny it. I know you’ve been sounding off to all and sundry about him.”

“He’s bad for you Aaron, the sooner you see that the better. He’s turned you against your family, don’t you see that.”

“Oh not this again! Paddy, I married him twice! I went on the run for him. I know everything there is to know about him, and I love him. You and Mum are the only ones with a problem. Everyone else is happy for us.” He shoves his hands in his pockets, fists clenched and he blows out a breath. “I’m not getting into this again, I just came to tell you to stop.”

“You can’t tell me who I can and can’t talk to.”

“I can when my four year old is in tears because he heard you, when he thinks his Dad will be sad because of you. I don’t care what you think anymore, but I will not have that little boy upset.”

“Aaron.” It’s so quiet he barely hears it in his anger but Paddy’s scoff of disgust has him turning to see Robert in the entrance to the surgery. “Leave it, it doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does. I’m not havin’ him talking about you like that, or Seb hearing it.” He turns back to Paddy. “Just leave us alone, and keep your opinions to yourself around my son.” He stalks out, leaving Robert to catch him up.

“Oi, hang on. Aaron, wait.” Finally he stops, staring into space, not meeting Robert’s eyes. He couldn’t work out if he was angry at him or not. “What was that about.”

“Seb. He…last night he was upset because he’d heard Paddy talking, spouting the same nonsense about you. He didn’t want to go to nursery because he thought you’d be sad.” Robert doesn’t say anything, just stares at the ground. “He’s fine now. I told him I’d sort it.”

“This is all my fault, isn’t it? Seb shouldn’t be worrying about me. He’s four!”

“Yeah and he loves his Dad. None of this is your fault. It’s his.” He jerks his head towards the surgery. “His and Mum’s for being so blind that they can’t see how great you are, how much better my life is because of you.”

“I don’t deserve you.” He shrugs. “I mean it. Anyone else would’ve washed their hands of me ages ago and here you are going all Rambo on me and all but threatening Paddy.”

“Pfft, I didn’t threaten him. Anyway how did you know where I was.”

“Solicitor changed the meeting. I saw Belle in the cafe and yes you pretty much did. You do realise he’s just going to hate me all the more now.”

“Yeah well, we won’t be here forever will we?” They’d all but decided they were definitely moving, it was just a case of getting everything sorted and waiting out Robert’s time on license. “And don’t go all they’re your family on me. If they cared about that then they’d be on my side. You’re my family, you and Seb, you’re all I need…and I think I want to go get our son and get out of this place for the day. What do you say?”

“Sounds good to me. I love you, you know.”

“I know. Love you too. Now come on."

————

“You know this isn’t bad.” Robert told him after the first mouthful. He’d cooked something a bit more complicated than usual after their day out. They’d taken Seb to the local petting zoo, even though most of the animals could be found up at Moira’s farm. He’d loved it, and hadn’t wanted to leave even though he was already tired and starting to fall asleep in Robert’s arms. Now all they had to do was get him fed and in bed. Seb really wasn’t one for complicated dishes, he’d live on dinosaur nuggets if he could, but getting him to help cook every so often had meant he promised to at least try new food.

“Thanks, I think.”

“Well you admit yourself that cooking isn’t your thing.”

“Dada learned with Uncle Marlon, on the ‘puter.” Seb pipes up, mouth full of pasta.

“Oi, close your mouth, you heathen and that was meant to be a secret.”

“You took cooking lessons?” Robert’s far too amused and Aaron childishly feels like flicking a piece of pasta at him to shut him up.

“There was a poster in the cafe, Marlon was doing these online lessons so I gave it a go. The kid needed feeding.” He tells him, tickling Seb and making him giggle. “I’m quite happy to pass the cooking back over to you now.”

Later when Seb’s finally in bed they can talk. The little boy is like a sponge, soaking up everything anyone says so they’re learning to leave any important conversations until he’s out of earshot. He’s stretched out on the sofa, Robert beside him and it’s just nice to be able to sit together and not have to say anything.

“I was thinking…about the house.” He’s not sure how to broach the subject, Robert’s been reluctant to talk about it since they’d got home from the solicitor’s office.

“Mmm, and what did you thunk?”

“Idiot. We always mention France when we talk about leaving, but we don’t have to go there…if you wanted to keep it.”

“You want to live in my Gran’s house?” Aaron can’t make out if he’s angry or not. “And what would we do for work?”

“Well last I checked they did actually drive cars in Spain. We’ve got the haulage, maybe you could open up an office there. I don’t know, it was just a thought.”

“You mean it don’t you?”

“I’m not fussed where we live. All I’m saying is, we don’t have to live in France. If you wanted to keep the house we could use it, at least for a while. Or if you want to sell it, then it doesn’t matter. You’ve not said anything about it.”

“I still don’t know why she left it to me. I never went there. She moved after the last time I visited, and well…”

“She loved ya. I know your family is…complicated but she was your Gran and if she wanted you to have it then just accept that it’s what she wanted.”

“I know…it’s just…” He twists so he’s facing him. “It’d solve a lot of problems though wouldn’t it, living there, or using the money.”

“Well it’d save me having to face Liv at the very least. Do you know anything about it, is it even suitable for the three of us?”

“Hang on.” He struggles to his feet, legs tangled with Aaron’s. “The solicitor gave me some details, there’s photos.”

He hands them to Aaron before settling back down beside him. He’d barely looked at them when he’d been given them, still a little stunned at the whole business. The house looked nice though, the decor wasn’t his taste but it would be easy enough to update. There was plenty of room and it was only a stone’s throw from the beach. Seb would love it.

“What do you think?”

“Looks nice. We could give it some thought, maybe go out there for a few days to see. You should be able to do that yeah?”

“I can find out. Be nice to get away for a few days, just the three of us.” He sighs. “You’re really sure aren’t you? I know I keep asking but…don’t just agree to this move for me. It has to be what you really want.”

“It is. I mean it. I want this to be a new start, me, you and Seb. Away from everything.”

————

“Where’s Sugden then?” Cain asks him the next day. They’re in the pub for lunch, tucked away in the corner where he can at least pretend his Mum isn’t watching his every move with that now familiar look on her face.

“He had a meeting. He should be here in a minute.”

“And he’s alright, being out and that.” He looked up from his pint, expecting Cain to be teasing or something but he genuinely looks concerned.

“He’s getting there.”

“Who’s getting where?” Robert asks, having snuck up on them, slipping into the seat beside Aaron, kissing him hello.

“Cain was just asking how you were getting on. So, how did it go.”

“It’s fine. We can go, just for a few days.”

“Where are you off to?”

“We’re going to take a look at the house his Gran left him. In Spain.”

“Nice. You going to let it out then? Should fetch in a bit.” Aaron rolls his eyes, not really knowing how to answer. He looks at Robert, a silent conversation, before he answers.

“We’re thinking of living there.”

“What!” He jumps at his Mum’s voice right behind him and wants to kick himself.

“You heard.”

“So he’s not only causing trouble between you and your family, now he’s dragging you away from the village. Again!” Aaron can see Cain rolling his eyes at his sister and he opens his mouth to answer but she’s not finished. “You just can’t help yourself can you. All along you’ve been causing trouble and now you’re taking him from me.”

“Mum…” He starts but Robert puts a hand on his shoulder as he gets to his feet.

“You know what Chas, I’ve had about enough. Since Aaron and I got together properly I’ve done nothing but try and fit in with you and your family. I’ve done your accounts for nothing, helped behind the bar and goodness knows what else. I looked after Noah as well as Liv when you and Charity both went off to Prague with Sarah. I’ve bit my tongue every time you’ve had a little dig at me since we got back together even though you and Paddy have both cheated before. I know I’ve made mistakes, some I can’t ever make up for. I know that, but you, and Paddy haven’t even given me a chance.”

“Now wait a minute.”

“No, you wait. My wedding day, I had Paddy calling me Mr Shifty, the day I proposed he said I was the worst possible person for Aaron. You might have put on a front for everyone else but I heard the comments, I know what you think of me. Frankly I don’t care. I do care when it affects my son, when it affects my husband.”

“And just how is dragging him off to Spain going to help that.”

“I’m not dragging him anywhere. It was his idea. I would’ve stayed here, put up with it all just so he could have his Mum around, because I know what it’s like not to have one, to not have that person to turn to. But you decided to cut him off when we went to France, to constantly badger him about me when he got back, and now you wonder why he doesn’t want to be here anymore. The only one ruining your relationship is you.” Aaron takes his hand as he sits down, letting him know with his eyes just how proud he is.

“Are you going to let him talk to me like that?” She turns to Cain who hasn’t moved.

“What do you expect me to do? He hasn’t said anything that’s untrue. Seems to me you and that husband of yours could do with remembering that Aaron’s an adult, not Eve’s age. Now, can I finish my pint in peace?”

Aaron manages to wait until she’s flounced back behind the bar before sniggering at his uncle. “You’re brave.”

“Ah, she’ll get over it. You listen to me, I reckon you’re doing the right thing, getting away from here and everything that’s gone on. Right proud of you I am. I know you’ll be well looked after.”

“Is that a compliment Cain?” Robert pipes up.

“You just mind you look after ‘im. I’m only a plane ride away if you don’t.”

“When you’ve quite finished, you just told Mum I’m an adult.”

“Never hurts to have a backup though does it.”

————

The day had finally come. Robert was no longer on license and they were free to leave the village. Aaron had got up early, wanting one last walk around the village. He’d left Robert a note, not wanting to wake him, and he found himself in the graveyard, staring down at Jackson’s grave. It seemed a lifetime ago, back when he was a different person, one who really didn’t understand love, that love would make you go to the ends of the earth for someone.

He wanders a bit further, passing by Jack’s grave with barely a glance, stopping at Sarah’s, the mother-in-law he wished he’d been able to know. He had a feeling she’d be waving them off perfectly happy if she were here. Unlike his Mum, he sighed to himself. Part of him wished they could’ve parted on good terms, or at least speaking to each other, but she’d ignored him completely since the day in the pub, her decision made.

“I’ll look after him I promise.”

“This a private conversation or can we join you?” He turns to see Robert smiling at him, Seb in his arms still looking sleepy. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just…having a last look round.”

“We can still visit you know. It’s not like before.”

“I know. Couldn’t sleep.” He looks at his watch. “We should get some breakfast or we’ll be rushing around. Why don’t you take him to the cafe and get what we want and I’ll meet you at home.”

“Is this how it’s going to be now?”

“Mmm, just one more place I need to go.” He kissed him, smiling as he walked away, waiting until they were out of sight before changing direction to the garage.

Robert’s car had been left at a service station when they’d gone on the run, and he knew he regretted leaving it behind even if it was too rare to be any good to them, too likely to be spotted. Even though they’d never expected to come home he’d asked Cain to fetch it and keep it for him just in case. Ever since they’d come back he’d been working on it, making sure it was as good as it could be before surprising Robert with it. They were flying to Spain but Cain had been convinced to drive it over with the offer of a few days holiday.

He’s sat on the bonnet outside the house when Robert comes round the corner, holding onto their breakfast with one hand and Seb with the other and he stops when he sees him.

“Surprise!”

“What…how?” Aaron picks Seb up and sits him down beside him as Robert just stands there staring.

“I know how much you love this car. Cain’s going to drive it over in a week or so when we’re settled.”

“I don’t know what I did to get so lucky.”

“Shut up.”

————

“You take care now love, you hear me, and keep in touch!”

“Yes Gran, promise.” He hugs her, she was really the only one he was going to miss and he and Robert had already talked about inviting her over when they were settled in.

“We should go if we don’t want to be late.” Robert tells him, having got Seb settled in his car seat. He’d said his goodbyes to Diane and Vic before, while Aaron had taken his car back to the garage.

“Yeah.” He can’t help but look towards the pub, maybe a small part of him hoping that they’d get over it and come and say goodbye. The place was all closed up though and he sighed. “Right, well, see you Gran.”

He takes Robert’s hand when he gets in, waving one last time. “Ready?”

“Let’s go.” As they drove away he realised it was the first time he was willingly and happily leaving the village, same for Robert. This time it was for the best, for both of them, and they had no one chasing them, they knew that one day if they wanted they could always come back. For now though they had a whole new life to look forward to.

#robron fic #i couldn't fit liv in #or much vic and diane #but i had to have a chas and robert 'discussion'#enjoy #enjoy what we have

22 notes · View notes

thepurplebutterflythings · 5 years

Text

Kitty Cat & Tweety Bird (Part 6) - Jason Todd

Gif: Oliverbruce3 on Tenor

Word Count: 3K

Paring: Jason Todd (Titans) x (f)Reader

Summary: Bruce Wayne askes Y/N to come to Wayne Manor for dinner.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: This is a little series I am doing about Jason Todd in Titans. I don’t know Comic!Jason very well so I’m taking all of this from the show, and at the moment he hasn’t been in very often, so please forgive any mischaracterizations.

Tagging: @bella-0104-123 @ninergirl1d @httpfandxms @rosybrock @attackonnat @reclusive-chicken-nugget @demoiselle-en-detresse00 @young-psychos @thesleepykaijuu @thescottpack @nightlygiggles @rougestorms @sinon36

Kitty Cat & Tweety Bird Part 5 | Masterlist |

________________________________________________________________

Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy liked to go on Date Nights, but they didn’t like the idea of leaving two hyenas alone in the house. Bud and Lou wouldn’t fight each other, but that didn’t mean the house would come out unscathed, so they asked Y/N if she would be willing to give up her Saturday night to look after the two animals. She was more than happy to take care of the hyenas.

“Are you sure about this, Hun?” Harley asked as she stroked Y/N’s hair, “you wouldn’t rather be with your man?”

“My man understands that you are all important to me,” Y/N said with a chuckle, “anyway, if it’s alright with you, I might invite him over.”

“We’re more than happy to let you have Jason over,” Ivy said, “you’re a big girl and can handle yourself.”

“He’s a nice young man,” Harley nodded, “very good looking too if I say so myself. You and he get nasty yet?” Harley then winked dramatically.

“AUNTIE HARLEY!” Y/N whined, completely embarrassed, but Harley howled with laughter before saying she was sorry and kissing the cheek of her niece, then pinching that very same cheek. Ivy watched, simultaneously amused by Harley and embarrassed for Y/N.

“Alright you,” Ivy scolded Harley teasingly, “get in the car, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Love ya, Babes!” Harley said as she walked to the car, waving as she did.

“Okay, so you know where the food is?” Ivy checked.

“Since I was a kid, Auntie Ivy,” Y/N assured her, “go, have fun. You know I’ll be fine.”

“I just worry, sprout.” Ivy hugged her niece before leaving to join Harley in the car, but called behind her as she did, “AND IF YOUR FELLA COMES OVER, BE SAFE!”

“Oh my god,” Y/N groaned, pinching her temple as her aunts waved at her as they drove away.

________________________________________________________________

Y/N did end up inviting Jason round. It was a call where she simply told him the fact. Harley and Ivy were out, she was looking after Bud and Lou, and she was wondering if Jason wanted to keep her company.

“KITTY-CAT?” Called Jason as he let himself him.

“LIVING ROOM,” She yelled back. Y/N was sitting on the floor, playing tug of war with Bud while Lou snoozed on the sofa. Jason came into the living room and looked down to see Y/N cross-legged on the sofa and smiled at her and the sight before him.

“This safe?” Jason asked with a chuckle, sitting down on the other sofa without the Hyena on. “I mean, they are still wild animals,” Jason pointed out as Y/N rolled Bud onto their back and tickled the animal’s tummy, which Bud thoroughly enjoyed.

“Oh, they’re like giant puppies, really,” Y/N assured Jason as Bud jumped back up and licked Y/N’s cheek before lying across her legs and whining with joy. “See.”

“I’m spending my Saturday night in the house of Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, babysitting Hyenas with the daughter of Catwoman, who I am dating” Jason shook his head in disbelief, “what has life become?”

“A lot more fun,” Y/N teased as she gently lifted Bud off and laid him on the ground, moving to sit next to Jason, who wrapped an around her and kissed her gently and placed his other hand on her thigh, but before anything could happen, Bud climbed onto the sofa and settle himself between Jason and Y/N, wiggling his bottom to create more room for himself before looking Y/N in the face and lying down, resting his head on her lap. Y/N looked at him apologetically.

“So, not only are your aunts and mother protective of you, two hyenas are too?”

“Pretty much,” Y/N smiled sheepishly, “sorry,” she chuckled a little, “I guess at times like these you wish you went for an easier girl, huh?”

“No way,” Jason assured her, awkwardly reaching over the wild beast and placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder and squeezing lightly. “I like all of this, it’s fun.”

“Well, not many people would call babysitting the hyenas of two of the most wanted criminals in Gotham ‘fun’ but each to their own.”

“Well,” Jason grinned, “Is this fun for you?”

“Yeah, this is my normal.”

“I’m willing to let this become my normal,” Jason said.

Y/N smiled and leaned over the hyena to give Jason a quick peck on the lips, causing him to smile. She then looked at the animal and discovered he was sleeping.

“He’s sleeping,” she whispered, moving Bud off of her lap and standing up, gesturing for Jason to follow her. They quietly and carefully moved their way into the kitchen where Y/N sat on the counter and Jason walked up to her, kissing her gently and running his hands up her thighs. When they pulled back, Y/N grinned and chuckled, “and now you’re making out with the daughter of Catwoman in the kitchen of Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy.”

“Feels like a fever dream,” Jason laughed as he kissed Y/N again, sliding his hands underneath her shirt and trailed his fingers over her skin. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and then ran her fingers through his hair, smiling into a kiss.

“This is totally real, Tweety Bird,” Y/N said teasingly.

“I don’t know…” Jason grinned, “I think I might need a little convincing here, Kitty Cat.”

“I’m more than happy to help with that,” Y/N whispered against his lips before moving her hands under his shirt, feeling his abs. Before they could get any further there was a yapping noise behind them and they broke apart to see Bud and Lou standing there, looking at them. The animals walked towards them, the noise of their claws on the wooden floor echoing, nudging Jason back.

“I’m going to go to the toilet,” Jason said.

“Upstairs, first door on the left,” Y/N told him. Jason smiled awkwardly before walking away. Y/N listened to him go upstairs and close the door before turning to Bud and Lou, hands on her hips and sighing. “Did Ivy and Harley tell you to cockblock me or something?” She complained to the hyenas before pulling two steaks from the fridge and threw them to the animals.

________________________________________________________________

“Tell me about your father,” Bruce said to Y/N one day as they worked together. He was determined to make sure he got to know his new recruit, very impressed with her work. “You talk about your mother a lot, but never your father. Is he in the picture?”

“Oh, no,” Y/N shook her head, “he died before I was born.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Bruce looked at his intern sympathetically. “May I ask how he passed?”

“Shot,” she mumbled, “at Penguin’s, he and Mum were celebrating the fact she was pregnant. He threw himself between Mum and the shooter to protect her.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Bruce sighed as he awkwardly placed a hand on her shoulder, “can I give you a hug?”

“Yeah…” Y/N nodded as Bruce pulled her into his arms. He himself being young when losing both parents understood the pain felt when growing up without one, especially through the crime in Gotham. Bruce pulled back and gave Y/N a sad smile, an understanding smile.

“Come to Wayne Manor tonight,” he said, “for dinner. Jason would love to see you and Alfred is cooking Venison Wellington – you can’t miss it.”

“Thanks, Bruce,” Y/N smiled, “I’d like that.”

________________________________________________________________

The dining room in Wayne Manor was extravagant, but even that was an understatement with its insanely high ceiling, chandeliers and red velvet drapes. Y/N felt her jaw drop upon the sight of the room as Jason showed it to her.

“I know,” he chuckled, holding her hand, “I had the same reaction too.”

“Did he even use it before you moved in?”

“I think he and that Dick Grayson he adopted used it a few times, but Bruce mainly eats in his office” Jason said.

“And even then I have to force him,” Alfred said appearing with his hands behind his back, “ever since he was a boy.”

“Alfred!” Y/N grinned hugging the butler.

“Y/N,” he said hugging her back and looking at her closely, studying her. Alfred looked into her eyes and smiled. “I’m thrilled you could make it.”

“Me too!”

“Master Wayne is currently finishing up some paperwork, so you and Jason are free to roam and do as you please,” Alfred said before leaving, “now excuse me, I have to check dinner.”

“Wanna see my bedroom?”

“Pervert,” Y/N teased nudging his shoulder.

“Says the girl who nearly had sex in the kitchen of her aunts house.”

“You weren’t complaining,” Y/N pointed out, “and if Bud and Lou didn’t interrupt us we would have.”

“Shut up,” Jason chuckled as he led Y/N by the hand upstairs and to his room on the top floor of Wayne Manor. It was a large room with a lot of wooden furniture and velvet reds, but there were touches of Jason around the room – his grubby converses were thrown into a corner, his jacket on a chair, and there were poster hanging up as well (probably without Bruce’s knowledge) of singers and movies and TV shows and bikes.

“It’s nice,” she said as she stepped in and looked around before turning and looking at Jason. “Comfy.”

“Thanks,” Jason grinned as he walked up to Y/N and placed his hands on her waist, “what’d you wanna see in my room first?”

“How about the bed?”

“Good choice,” he said picking her up and putting her on the bed, kissing her as he did. Jason laid Y/N down and climbed atop her, brushing her hair from her face.

“OH,” said a voice, causing Jason and Y/N to pull apart and for Jason to jump up from Y/N. They turned to the door to see a bewildered Bruce standing there. He looked very shocked at the sight, like a protective parent, and considering that he was the guardian of Jason, it didn’t surprise Y/N, but she was still embarrassed. “I was coming to see if two wanted to join me for a drink.”

“Yeah,” the two said after meeting each other’s eyes and silently agreeing with each other. There was always another time for Jason to show her the bed.

________________________________________________________________

They all sat in Bruce’s office, Y/N and Jason sharing a leather sofa and Bruce sitting on a dramatic leather chair. Each of them was holding a glass of scotch and chattering away until it was time to be called to dinner. Bruce was smiling widely the whole time with a slight shifting to his sitting form as though a constant need for the loo possessed him.

“So,” Bruce said, “I guess you are wondering why I invited you…”

“I supposed it was about the talk about my dad.”

“Actually no,” Bruce said putting his glass down, “I was planning to invite you anyway.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” Bruce nodded, smiling, “you have been beyond impressive during your time at Wayne Enterprises, and… well… I would like to offer you a permanent position, all ready for you to take when you finish your degree if you would like to stay at the company.”

“Seriously?” Y/N blinked, jaw dropped, grinning widely, looking between Jason and Bruce, both of whom were trying to contain their excitement of telling Y/N all this.

“Only if you want to,” Jason said.

“YES!” She cried out with joy, “I’d love that, thank you so much.”

“I am guessing the news was well-received,” Alfred chuckled upon walking in and looking at the beaming Y/N.

“Very well,” Bruce said standing up and nodding.

“Then let’s celebrate with a nice and hot dinner then, shall we?”

“Let’s,” Bruce nodded.

________________________________________________________________

One might expect the Wayne Manor Dining Room to be deathly quiet, but it was, in fact, brimming with laughter and conversation and even Alfred sat and ate with them, it felt more like a family dinner.

“So,” Y/N said, “my prom date comes to collect me,” she tells the story, “and the moment he enters the flat my mother and my aunts are on him like hyenas,” Jason sniggers lowly at the comment, “they’re asking him his intentions, where we’ll be going after prom, if I’ll be home by a certain time, if he’s planning to take me to a hotel. Before he’s even given me the corsage, he’s out the door, running away!”

“Oh no,” Bruce laughed, “you poor thing, what happened?”

“Well, my mum and my aunts took me out on the town instead – a nice girl’s night to make up for what they did.”

“Aren’t you upset that you missed prom?” Jason asked her.

“Can you see me getting all upset about whose Prom Queen?”

“Not really…”

“So it didn’t bother you missing prom?” Alfred asked, “Americans make such a deal over it!”

“Lord no,” Y/N scoffed, “I hated everyone at my school.”

“What did your girl’s night entail of?”

“We went to a fancy restaurant, then we went to a play and things like that.”

“Sounds nice,” Jason smiled.

“It was, and my mum was honestly so ashamed of herself for scaring that boy off,” Y/N explained, “she even offered to go and talk to him about it.”

“Did you take her up on it?” Bruce asked.

“No,” Y/N shook her head, “Why would I want to be with a guy who couldn’t handle my family?”

“Your family’s awesome,” Jason said, “that guy was a coward!”

“I’ll be sure to tell Mum that,” Y/N laughs, “she’ll be flattered.”

They carried on chatting for ages. The topic which came up varied from work to schooling to

“How’s Jim Gordon?” Alfred asked Bruce, “I heard he dropped by the office again.”

“Yes, he’s been coming by a lot recently,” Bruce frowned as Y/N and Jason just shrugged.

“He seems a nice man,” Y/N thought aloud, “although I’ve only met him three times.”

“He is,” Alfred nodded before turning back to Bruce, “what have the two of you spoken about?”

“Nothing much,” Bruce shrugged as he sipped his drink, “erm… well…” he frowned and thought, “he’s mainly been wanting to talk about the past, my childhood – my parents’ case.”

“Your parents?”

“Yes,” Bruce nodded, “Jim was the detective on my parents’ case, perhaps the only detective in Gotham who was honest at the time. Still an honest man, and has inspired many detectives to be better.”

“It’s nice that Gotham has improved over recent years,” Alfred commented.

“When was the other time you met Jim?” Jason frowned in thought. “We’ve seen him twice, so when was the third?”

“Oh, erm, apparently Jim knows my mother,” Y/N shrugged it off. Alfred went very quiet and darted his eyes around the people at the table.

“Well, Jim is one of the few detectives who made sure to check up on people affected by the case he was working on,” Bruce explained, “Jim has many friends throughout Gotham and beyond, and he is perhaps one of the only people I know who does, in fact, have the respect of Penguin, and Riddler.”

“Really?” Y/N lifted her eyes up. “Penguin?”

“Yes,” Bruce nodded, “sorry if it is a sensitive topic for you, your father being killed in Penguin’s.”

“No, no,” Y/N shook her head, “it’s fine. I mean, its Gotham so it’s impossible to avoid him.”

“Y/N has made you aware of her deceased father?” Alfred frowned.

“Yes.”

“Poor Selina,” Jason sighed and shook his head. Y/N and him had spoken extensively about her long-dead father and her mother, “imagine what that was like, one moment having everything at your fingers, a loving spouse, a baby, happiness, and then losing most of that in the blink of an eye. She’s such a strong woman.”

“Selina?” Bruce frowned and looked at Jason.

“Yeah, Y/N’s mother,” Jason said.

“Your mother is called Selina?” He turned to Y/N.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “Selina Kyle.”

At the mention of her mother’s name, Bruce’s face dropped and the cutlery fell from his hands, making a clattering noise as they hit the plate. He stared at Y/N. There was a deafening silence in the room. Alfred looked uncomfortable, Bruce was stunned, Jason was confused and Y/N was just bewildered that the mention of her mother’s name caused this strange environment.

“Did she say something wrong?” Jason said breaking the silence, but Alfred shushed him quick enough.

Bruce still hadn’t taken his eyes off of Y/N, his mouth hanging open. He then closed his mouth and licked his lips before opening his mouth and finally speaking. There it was. The thing about Y/N that seemed so familiar all came rushing to him the moment he heard her mother’s name. Bruce just stared at Y/N. He looked at her eyes. Her eyes. Her eyes. Y/N Kyle and her eyes were all Bruce Wayne focused on.

“Y/N,” he began slowly and quietly, “how old are you?”

“Nineteen,” she said still not sure what was going on. Bruce then looked across the table at Alfred, whose expression told Bruce everything he needed to know, the shame on his face from hiding the truth from the boy he raised, his boss, his friend, his surrogate son. The billionaire looked at Y/N Kyle one last time before getting up to his feet, throwing his napkin down on the table and storming from the dining room, he then walked out of Wayne Manor, leaving Y/N and Jason absolutely stunned. Alfred just stood up.

“Shall I make a pot of tea?” he said.

“What just happened?” Y/N said, “Did I upset him?”

“No, dear, you have nothing to do with this,” Alfred assured her, “sugar?”

“Sure…” She said quietly as Alfred left the room. When he was gone, Y/N leaned across to Jason, scared. “What just happened?” She asked in a small voice.

“I don’t know,” Jason said honestly, meeting Y/N’s eyes and shaking his head.

“Where did he even go?” She asked as they got up and walked to the window to see the taillights of Bruce’s car disappearing.

“I don’t know,” Jason admitted. “Y/N,” he said turning to look at the young woman, “who is your mother really?”

“I don’t know.”

115 notes · View notes

high5nerd · 4 years

Text

The Misadventures of Fanty and Pitch Black---Chap. Four

The room he appeared in happened to be a living room of a different person's, and in the distance he could hear the furious typing on a computer keyboard. The living room was simple, yet Pitch had an immediate drawing to it. Must be the black painted bookshelves. They held many thick books as well as encyclopedias that looked ancient, but more than just decoration. The floor was of dark wood, and a nice TV sat below a big window, shining light into the airy room. Pitch walked a bit towards the room with the typing sound, noticing many pictures hung up on walls as well as certificates and photos of movie characters. The walls in the entire flat were a rich purple, and he passed a small room used as a kitchen with a mini fridge and a small elegant table in the middle, with three, mahogany chairs. They looked quite comfortable.

"I like this person's taste in a home. Nice and cozy." Pitch mumbled to himself, ducking into another room with the same purple walls and wooden flooring. This room was obviously a bedroom, judging by the quilted bed in the corner of the room near the curtained window. There were multiple rugs of eggplant purple and dark brown, fuzzy beneath his feet. He looked up at the light fixture, feeling the fan turn slowly. He was surprised to see a poster up there of a man that looked almost like him, but in tight jeans and a white t-shirt, and looked soaked in water. Pitch made a face, feeling really strange at that familiar face, before turning to the person that sat in a black swivel chair at the wooden desk.

He nearly jumped back noticing the girl was staring right at him, unafraid.

This strange girl wore light blue jeans, a fitted t-shirt, and glasses. Her purple hair framed her face and almost reached her hips. The girl did not smile, just stared at him with mild interest. Pitch moved to the right, then slowly to the left, and once he noticed her eyes were following his movements, he felt both relieved and shocked.

"So another freak can see me." Pitch breathed, not looking away from her. Let's see if she'll react like Fanty does.

The girl merely scoffed, looked him up and down, and said with a smirk on her face, "Please, go look in a mirror."

Pitch felt his non-existent eyebrows rise upwards. Now that was bold, even against a Boogeyman.

"Do you know who I am?" Pitch demanded, taking a step towards this new girl.

"Do you know who I am, Boogeyman?" the girl raised a brow teasingly, "I'm Queen of the Universe, and everyone-including you-are my loyal subjects. Now bow before me."

Pitch couldn't help but crack a toothy grin, and his smile was contagious, for it caused this girl to silently laugh as she got up from her sleek desk. She brushed some hair back before turning towards Pitch with a curious smile on her face. Pitch eyed her, smirking.

"I like you." He said lowly, causing the girl to have a quick blush before shaking it off. She was a tough-nugget like that.

"That's a relief." She said, craning her neck to look at her ceiling poster of her favorite singer, Koz. Pitch felt his upper lip curl. He didn't want to look at that doppelganger poster up there.

"May I ask your name?" Pitch asked, folding his hands behind his back.

The girl stuck out a hand, and Pitch slowly shook it. "I'm Mystic Hawk. I'm one of Fanty's friends," she noticed the look on Pitch's face, "Yes, we heard the ruckus down there. It was hard to ignore it. Did Emma really shoot you with a Nerf gun?"

"She did indeed."

That sent Mystic into cahoots. She clutched at her stomach while holding up a finger to make him wait. She finally sighed, took off her glasses, wiped them, and then put them back on, still giggling. "Wait, so she really shot you in the butt? We all heard a high pitched scream, but we knew even Emma can't make a noise like that! You sounded like a cat in heat when you scream."

"I do not!" Pitch protested, but Mystic was already laughing once more, having the need to sit down in order not to pee her pants. The last time she peed her pants laughing was when she and Drago caught Fanty in the middle of dancing to Boogey Wonderland in nothing but her underwear, a button up, and no, not socks, but swim flippers while holding a pink hairbrush. Just the memory of that hilarious moment made her laugh harder.

Pitch frowned, not finding anything amusing at all. So without another word, he disappeared and reappeared into another apartment. This one, literally screamed pink. It slightly scared him. There was graffiti all over the walls, and surprisingly, none of them had written profanity like he's seen in the cities. His favorite one was a long tag that had the word 'fuck' stretched around the base of this brick building, so it looked like a good long 'fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck'. He laughed for days.

Heh…good long fuck. That sounds kinky. His mind snickered, and Pitch growled for that annoying voice to stop.

A giant flat screen TV hung on the wall with the most colorful and large graffiti, and comfortable looking black leather couches surrounded the living room with stylish pillows. The kitchen was enormous, with a fully prepared table with the whole shebang, including fire truck red candles and glassware. He had to admit it, this person was extremely brave to decorate their home like this funky. If he lived here, his eyes would hurt after three hours from the pink walls.

"Hey, you mind? I'm about to leave." A friendly voice came.

Pitch looked at the direction of where he assumed an office was, and there before him stood Star with her shining brown hair tucked into a high ponytail, and thick black sunglasses that hid her big, emerald eyes. She donned light green leggings and a white tutu with green glitter on it, had at least four wooden bracelets on her left arm and had lavender colored nails. Her lime green t-shirt had big, bubbly yellow letters that simply said 'Hey' and she donned a brown leather jacket for the afternoon, windy chill.

"Good God, you're like a grown Sophie Bennett." Pitch blurted, not guilty of it at all.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing. I really shouldn't be surprised Fanty has strange friends now, but I still am." Pitch shrugged nonchalantly, "You go out like that every day?"

"Yep. And no judging, because you can't talk. Take a look in the mirror before you walk down the street," Star winked as she passed him with her stylish gait, "such a shame a good-looking bod is hidden under a black tarp."

"-!? It's a robe!" Pitch protested, folding his V-neck closed a bit more and pulling his leg forward to hide his crotch. He felt naked, and it wasn't a good feeling.

"Don't kill anyone, or I'll feed you cupcakes until you explode all over the walls." Star casually said, picking up her car keys and pocketbook.

"I'll end up like your graffiti. Hopefully I'm not going to end up as written profanity." Pitch muttered, but sneered as Star grinned, showing her pearly whites.

Once Star left with Drago and Pitch was on his own again, he wandered and meandered to his heart's content. He had to admit, he was starting to grow a fondness for this building. He found Drago's apartment, and it was mostly cluttered and decorated with beautiful antiques and rustic décor. There was a cherry wood desk in the corner of her room with a well-working computer, and piles of papers and archives filled up all the nooks and crannies of that desk. The bookshelves were organized as can be, though. Pitch had to say, he liked the kitchen the best. He didn't know how a Hobbit themed kitchen would be pulled off so well! The apartment, besides clutter, gave off a feeling of homey comfort, and it made Pitch linger a little longer than the others. Well, he would have stuck around if it wasn't for this mangy puppy that was black with gold cheeks and paws that kept yapping up a storm at him and tugging on his robe with his teeth. The last thing Pitch needed was worn-and-torn clothing. So after frightening the puppy by making a growling noise and baring his teeth, he slunked into a shadow and reappeared in yet another room.

Now, you would expect the whole 'let's describe the décor and what the place looks like because the writer is stalling', but no, the first thing Pitch noticed immediately was that, yes, the occupant of this newly found apartment was waiting for him. She lurked right at the darkest spot in her home, which was right behind a painted rocking chair with dark floral pillows. Just as Pitch emerged, the girl shrieked and gave him a good whack with a rolled up People magazine. Pitch yelped and clutched his ear, his hearing thudding a bit before he shook his head.

"What in devil's name-?!" he started, glaring at the girl.

"Fanty warned me you're sneaking around here! Really? Breaking and entering people's apartments? Shouldn't you just knock!? You scared the living daylights out of me!" Xion scolded, shaking her rolled up magazine at him.

"Good, I prefer the dark rather than daylight. Who the hell are you?" Pitch muttered, rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm Xion Five. Now can you please leave? I've got business to do." Xion dropped her magazine as she crossed over to the purple and black striped couches and sitting down.

Before Pitch could ask what she was so busy with that she must ignore a guest, she un-paused an anime movie called Howls' Moving Castle. Pitch gave her a look. "Ah yes, movie watching is serious business. Don't mind me, I'll just be leaving."

"Before you go, you could have some of those strawberry and vanilla cupcakes Star left for me. They have gummy bears on them, they're really good." Xion said, not tearing her eyes away from the screen.

Pitch made a face, but then felt his face fall into shock as he saw the open room used as a display room and an office space. There was a polished desk with a super thin, black laptop and silver mouse, dark bookcases much like the ones in Mystic's apartment, but other than that, he was amazed at the homemade costumes and weaponry that hung on walls and were on mannequins. Some looked like dark Lolita dresses, others looked Elven-like, and some looked like royal mages or even frilly princess stuff. He guessed the clothing was inspired by the anime Xion watched. He especially liked the steampunk jumpsuit with the dark red goggles. Apparently she painted those goggles herself, from what it looked like up close. On the walls hung homemade weapons from anime shows as well, like throwing knives, hammers, magic wands, even giant things like shepherd's crooks, staffs and a scythe that he absolutely wanted to steal, except it was light purple with stars on it.

Wow, she really has a talent in making this sort of stuff, Pitch thought, peering at a neon blue wig that almost reached the floor, so that's why she called it 'business.'

After content goodbyes, Pitch finally met Lil Angel, who was Fanty's neighbor that took care of the Bennett children. Pitch couldn't help but keep her at bay since she was affiliated with those children, but he had to admit she was a very eccentric and friendly person much like Fanty and her friends as well. He only had a peek of her apartment, which was very modern and had many things that were light purple but also light blue, yellow and red. The fuzzy floor was white, and the walls were a cream color that complimented the comfortably sized kitchen that looked as if a batter explosion occurred with fireworks of icing. He also met Angel's pet kitten, Oreo, that seemed instantly attracted to his face so it leaped out of Angel's arms and hugged Pitch's face like a starfish, it's claws digging into his ears.

Pitch gruffly removed the kitten from his face as if it were a leech. It had quite a grip on his face! He held it out to stare at it, holding it by the back of the neck. Maybe if he scared it, the kitten would pee all over Angel's carpet. That'd be funny.

"Boo." Pitch growled.

Angel waited with baited breath, knowing Pitch was trying to make the kitten have a potty mess. But instead of what they thought would happen, the kitten merely mewled and somehow detached itself from Pitch's hand and star-fished his face again, purring into his cheek and nuzzling his nose.

"This is by far the strangest kitten I've ever met." Pitch said seriously, looking at Angel who was trying not to burst out laughing.

"Oreo can be a little lovable. The last dog that tried to chase her ended up getting snuggled so much it ran away from Oreo itself. You should've been there. It was both cute and funny to watch." Angel said, plucking Oreo off his face finally and giving his head a gentle scratch.

"…Was the dog black?" Pitch asked, feeling a smirk threaten at his lips.

Angel thought for a minute, before nodding. "It had a red collar on and bright blue eyes."

"Yeah, I remember giving a nightmare to that dog. Apparently Oreo instilled a fear of kittens in him."

That made Angel burst out laughing, and Pitch truly felt accomplished for making someone laugh once more.

By the time Pitch got back to Fanty's apartment, the strange girl was already lying upside-down on the couch, boredly watching the shadows for Pitch's arrival. It was kind of hard to swallow a turkey and tomato sandwich upside-down.

Pitch raised a brow at Fanty, unamused. "What?"

"Well? Were they cool, or were they cool?"

"…You teens creep me out worse than Tooth's feelings for Jack." Pitch hissed under his breath, folding his arms in a pout.

"OOOOOOH DO I DETECT A CRUSH?! JEALOUSY?!" Fanty beamed, flipping upright and tossing her sandwich on the coffee table, "Wait…Tooth? Jack? Who're they?"

Pitch gagged, feeling a baby barf almost float up his esophagus. "Ew, on Tooth? You're sick."

"Who the hell is Tooth?!"

"You sure you're not the jealous one?" Pitch grinned, and Fanty blushed a bright red. "OW!"

Note to self: Fanty's got quite the fist.

"Tell me who Tooth and Jack are or I'll instill fear into you!" Fanty threatened, making her fingers dance in the air as if she were to summon dark magic.

Pitch laughed rather loudly, still keeling over from when she punched him in the gut. "That only works for me, Fanty. Like this,"

He grabbed her neck and shoved her to the couch, causing her to gasp and clutch at his wrist, her eyes widening in shock at his sudden movement. He kneeled right in front of her, his face just mere inches from hers with an acidic snarl on his mouth. His eyes burned a bright gold, that literally flashed danger. Fanty started to breathe heavily, scared out of her shorts that he was going to hurt her.

"Tell me your fears or you'll see them brought to life." He growled, almost like an angry wolf.

Fanty panicked, forgetting that he was just setting an example of how to really threaten someone. He didn't mean to scare her like that, he was only trying to teach her how to really threaten someone. But he was over the top, and he realized that only seconds before Fanty spilled.

"I'm afraid of heights! I'm afraid of spiders and big fish and I'm afraid of bugs with stingers, and I'm afraid of-!" she cried out.

Pitch slammed a hand against her mouth to stop her, and Fanty saw the worry flash across his eyes. It scared her even more. It scared her so much she nearly wet herself. He looked so startled, so honestly worried that it actually worked and that she was so close to confessing…

But before Pitch could apologize, the door was burst open with a strong kick, and they both heard two voices scream, "HY-YAHH!"

Pitch bolted up, and Fanty turned around to see Mystic and Xion standing with tightened fists, giving death glares at Pitch. Fanty furrowed her eyebrows and shouted, "IDIOT! Look at the door! You busted a crack in it! Mr. Joyce will kill me!"

"DIS BASTARD HERE!" Xion pointed at Pitch, who cursed under his breath as he took three baby steps back.

"Was he hurting you, Fanty?! We received a distress call that sounded like you confessing your fears and we're here to kick BUTT!" Mystic said strongly, cracking her knuckles to prove her strength.

"I wasn't meaning-!" Pitch started, but Fanty stood up on the couch and waved her arms.

"He didn't mean to! He was showing me an example of how to properly threat someone. It's okay, guys. Thanks for the concern, though." Fanty finished with a promising smile.

Xion and Mystic were suspicious, and gave Pitch a doubtful look before closing the door tightly. Fanty and Pitch could still hear them walk down the hall and discuss about fixing the dent they kicked into the door. She smiled to herself before looking at Pitch with an apologetic smile. He breathed a sigh of relief before plopping himself onto a cushioned chair, and put one foot up onto the footrest to really let himself relax.

"That was way too close." Pitch sighed, rubbing his tired face.

"Is it just me or were you just scared of my friends?" Fanty folded her arms with a smug little face on her lips.

Pitch gave her a knowing look before chuckling. "Everyone is afraid of something…I learned the hard way…"

Fanty noticed his eyes turn silver, misty with memories that made his smile fall and for a second, look…remorseful. Her dark brown eyebrows crinkled in worry as she sat on the floor in front of him, watching with pure rapture. How do his eyes do that? She wondered, resting her head in her hand, I wish I could change mine from brown to blue.

"You're lucky you have protective friends like that. I don't have any." Pitch said quite truthfully.

Fanty shrugged, knowing very well why he doesn't have many. She has heard of some sort of war he lost, and she knew from the start that he was apparently a bad egg, but no details whatsoever.

"I'm sure you do. You just haven't found them, yet. You could be my friend if you want." Fanty offered, smiling at the idea.

Pitch scoffed, "With a human? Hun, I am an immortal being that instills fear into every living thing, and I do this as a duty here on earth. It isn't an occupation where I get paid."

"Racist." Fanty pouted, folding her arms like a child, "Then why do you try to drill fear in others?"

Pitch didn't miss a beat. His eyes returned to the fiery gold Fanty was starting to get used to, and he hissed his answer, an answer full of history and angst, "To be believed in. That's what all the spirits do on this planet. They are cursed with the life of immortality and with a purpose, and if that purpose isn't fulfilled properly, they die."

"Wait, whoa, back up!" Fanty held up her hands, "There are other people like you out there?"

"Hardly people," Pitch said, leaning closer to her, "just call them what they are. Beings. Spirits. Guardians." He snarled at the word in spite.

"You monologued about them once, but then I shut you up with a pillow. All I know is that it's Jamie Bennett's fault as well as Jack Frost. Isn't he just an expression?"

Pitch thought for a second, looking away from her earnest eyes. And after some time…he grinned evilly.

"Yes…yes, Fanty. He's just an expression. He doesn't exist at all. But Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and-"

"The Easter Bunny and Sandman do?!" Fanty exclaimed, excitement ringing in her voice.

Pitch curtly nodded, "But they brought me pain. I ruled the very era of the Dark Ages, and they brought me to the shadows at the Earth's core. I tried regaining what once was mine, but I lost the battle yet again. I was so close to gaining a victory, but that stupid child Jamie-"

"Jamie's not stupid," Fanty said, shaking her head vigorously, "He's a smart kid with a big heart. And I know Jack Frost exists because a, he talks about him 24/7, and b, you are a terrible liar."

Pitch stuck out his lower lip, angry at being so carefully read. Fanty continued that she did believe his story, just that maybe there was a better way to be believed in without parents and children hating him. He couldn't help it, he was the Boogeyman for crying out loud!

But there was something Pitch left out in his story. He didn't tell her how his belief was very thin, like the width of a string. But when Fanty spilled some of her fears to him, he felt that string grow stronger, become more durable and thicker. He learned that though kids were the easiest targets for fear, the teenagers have the strongest and most powerful fears. They're trickier to harbor and snag onto, but they're long lasting and can be a better resource than just petty children.

And Pitch liked a good challenge.

Leave a review, follow, favorite, I dunno, bookmark this on yo favorites bar on the internet or something. :D Have a great day/night!

#rotg #rise of the guardians #pitch black #rotg fanfics #rotg fanfiction #fanfics #fanfictions

1 note · View note

georgecostanzaatemysoup · 6 years

Text

Caleb jumps when a small yip erupts from his coat. He looks down, rolling his eyes when he sees Nugget’s head poking out of his pocket, his tongue hanging out, the material moving as he wags his tail.

“I said no,” Caleb scolds gently, pulling the puppy from his pocket, wincing when Frumpkin digs his claws into his neck. He turns, watching Jester giggle helplessly from a table across the tavern. “Call him back, bitte.”

“But Caleb, he likes you.”

“Bitte,” Caleb repeats with a tired sigh.

Jester rolls her eyes but nods, clapping her hands. Nugget vanishes from Caleb’s loose grip, reappearing on the edge of the table. Jester reaches out and catches him before he can fall off, cradling him to her chest.

“Danke.”

He returns his attention to his reading, Frumpkin’s tail thumping against his shoulder, only to rear back when Nugget appears on his book, yapping happily. Frumpkin hisses at him, standing up, fur bristling against Caleb’s cheek, and Nugget barks again, tail wagging back and forth, drool falling onto the book’s pages and smearing the ink.

“Jester!”

“I didn’t tell him to this time! I told you, he likes you!” Jester rushes across the room, scooping the puppy up, and coos at him as she cradles him like a baby. “Come on, Nugget. We’ll leave the grumpy wizard to his book.” She walks away, heading up the stairs, making kissy faces at her puppy.

Frumpkin settles back onto Caleb’s shoulder, both familiar and wizard watching Jester’s retreating form cautiously. When they’re both certain she’s gone, Frumpkin’s resumes his slumber while Caleb tries to mop up some of the drool with his sleeve.

He’s relieved to see that his book is still intelligible; Nugget didn’t do nearly as much damage as he could have; and he’s just returning to his reading when he hears a splash from upstairs followed by Fjord exclaiming, “WHAT THE FUCK! JESTER!”

“Oh, look Fjord, he likes you!”

There’s a crash, followed by a loud bang, and Jester suddenly yells, “FJORD WHERE ARE YOU GOING? I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING I HAVEN’T ALREADY SEEN!”

#critical role #the mighty nein #my stuff #i'm debating whether or not to ask for critical role prompts #i haven't decided yet #here's this for now

54 notes · View notes

rowdysakura · 6 years

Text

title: I don’t know much (but I think the future’s looking brighter)

rating: g

part: 1/?

Zhe dips a wing, tail twisting and tail fins flaring in accordance. The tight, spiraling turn sends the early light of day rippling across zhir golden scales in erratic, fantastical patterns. Zhe continues to spiral until finally breaking cloud cover. Beneath zhir and the clouds lies the ocean. It’s rippling expanse dotted with dark, rocky spires and black stone plateaus hosting a rainbow plethora of zhir fellow dragons sunbathing. Several of the colorful heads rose up upon noticing zhir, bugling a greeting as well as stretching out their thought-touches to briefly brush across zhirs.

One Who Leaps from Cloud to Sky

A answering trill echoes from Sky’s throat, zhir thought-touch responding in kind. Zhe makes a few more loops about the gathering place. Sharp, slit-pupiled eyes scrape over the oceanscape, searching but not finding. None of zhir fellows seems distressed, except for a couple of brilliantly red hatchlings squeaking imperiously at one another. Yet, the feeling of unease which has brought Sky down refuses to abate.

The biggest of zhir Clan, a dully colored cerulean one, raises je’s great head. When je reaches out jer thought-touch to Sky’s with wispy, questioning tendrils, Sky reaches back. The dull buzz that comes from being around so many at once fades to the background as the two tie their thought-touches together. It takes only a moment, the two fitting themselves together with practiced ease—Sky is falling up, up, up, into the sky. Zhe is a drop in the ocean, swallowed up, pulled under in the vastness that is the je that makes up they, a ripple a bubble a gnat inconsequential—then zhe is zhe and je is je again. Separate but not apart.

Sky gives zhirself a mental shake, zhe will never get used to the sensations that came from first contact with Speaker, sparking amusement like faint rustling across the larger dragon’s thoughts. The elder dragon’s presence reminds Sky of the forests like oceans. Trees growing more gnarled, thicker, and tall like mountains until they block out even the barest hint of sun. Deep, quiet, slow, and unbearably vast.

And so very, very easy to get lost in.

Bright horizons—Speaker of Many Tongues—question? asks Sky.

Bright horizons—One Who Leaps from Cloud to Sky, Speaker murmurs in turn, thoughts dripping sedately into Sky’s. Buzz like scale mites—storm on horizon?

Feel uncertain—itchy as salt under scales, answers Sky, adding a turnabout questioning note to the end.

Speaker brushes over Sky’s nervous prickles with waves of calm.

See no harm—see no danger, assures Speaker.

Sky hums, thoughts buzzing with anxious doubt.

The hum echoes outside Sky’s head as the air abruptly fills with the weight of power. Of old, old magic. It’s covers everything, encompassing all of the Clan like warm sand. Sky feels full to bursting as home/protect/heart/safe wraps around zhir.

No harm comes, Speaker declares evenly, the magic lifting as je did.

There’s a knife edge glint to it, though. Fleeting but heavy with dangerous promise. Harm could come, that edge says, wrapped in all the certainty a millennia old dragon carries. And if it did, Speaker would erase it from existence.

One Who Leaps from Cloud to Sky believes Speaker of Many Tongues unconditionally.

Comforted, Sky allows zhirself to release the anxious rippling of zhir thoughts. Tension leeches from zhir as zhe pushes zhir thought-touch closer to Speaker’s. Close enough to feel the unwavering calm, let it wash away zhir remaining nerves, but not so close as to get lost in je again.

Thankful, says Sky, sincerity shining through their thought-touches like sun rays. Taking leave to fly—warm winds under wings—Speaker of Many Tongues.

Warm winds under wings—One Who Leaps from Cloud to Sky, replies Speaker.

There’s a hint of sleepiness to jers thoughts, that sags and seeps into Sky before they disentangle thought-touches. Sky shakes it off, neatly picking out little bits of thought-touch leftover from Speaker. Then, with three great flaps to regain the height zhe’d lost while coasting, zhe flew.

Speaker of Many Tongues has soothed Sky’s but that little nugget of something’s wrong something’s wrong something’s wrong still wriggles under zir sternum like a fat maggot. Some days, Speaker manages to silence that maggot. Some days, like now, je doesn’t, leaving a starved yet still malevolent parasite that would drive Sky’s mind in circles until zhe is right back where zhe started. On days like these, there’s not much zhe can do but tire zhirself out and hope tomorrow’s better.

Once alone with sea and sky, no thought-touches to be felt, Sky let’s loose. Twists, turns, barrel rolls; dead stops, climbs and drops; slow spirals, hovers and lazy patterns interspersed with straightforward runs of pure speed. On and on zhe goes, the exhilaration of zhir freedom and the increasing burn of well used muscle pushing back and back at the heavy thing in zhir chest. Lost in losing zhirself, Sky misses the starburst of excited thought-touch only to be wrenched back into the world by a nip at zhir wingtip.

Zhe snaps—literally—at the offender, zhir thought-touch spiking and spitting at the other’s in a way spoke volumes more than any roar.

The other’s thought-touch, that of a small dusk-orange welp, skitters away. The tiny thing lets out the most indignant yip.

Sky does roar, then. A thundering bellow that vibrates through the youngling’s chest as it physically skitters away. It glides along in silence several wingspans away, properly chastised, before edging ever warily closer. But by bit, until it’s invading zhir space once more. Its thought-touch needling insistently at Sky’s.

Sky lets out a whuff of irritation. Zhe dives abruptly towards the water, stopping when zhir claws skim the surface. The small one follows, clumsily but without pause, zipping under zir. Sky rumbles warningly and it zips out again, yapping pointedly. It’s thought-touch stretching and poking once more at Sky. Shaking zhir ridged head, Sky wonders who claims this little one and why they hadn’t taught it any manners.

A put upon sigh, Sky lets the young dragon’s thought-touch collide with zhir’s. Excitement crashes into Sky like battering ram, followed by so much blinding awe it nearly makes Sky dizzy. Their thought-touch is an incoherent mess. Images, thoughts, words, and emotions flinging by, unrecognizeable.

Another whuff and Sky sets to work on setting it right. Pushing, pulling, until everything slots into place putting it into sharp focus.

Bright Eyes—see flying—want flying! she shrieks, gleeful. Then, much more quietly, Flying together—teach—please?

Ah, the newest hatched of Still Waters Run Deep, Sky has heard of her—she’s unfortunately infamous for her clumsy mishaps. Her heart has always been in the right place, though, and she never lets her failures keep her down. It’s an admirable sort of determination.

Hm.

Sky cranes zhir long neck to look at Bright Eyes. Wide, blue eyes return zhir searching gaze. Eager. Challenging, even.

The golden dragon snorts. Peppered sparks of amusement flickering in their thought-touch. It brings up an angry lash of embarrassment from Bright Eyes. Sky taps her on the head with a wingtip.

Peace, Sky says, amusement still curling through zhir. Prove worthy—follow—keep as shadow.

With that One Who Leaps from Cloud to Sky banks sharply to the left, Bright Eyes letting out a surprised trill behind zhir before flapping doggedly after.

It’s been a long time since zhe has had a winglet, Sky thinks. Perhaps, it’s time for one again.

—

misc dragon things:

default pronoun for dragons is it/it’s. Bright Eyes pronouns change after they connect thought-touches bc those are her pronouns but Sky couldn’t know until they connected, hence the it beforehand.

winglets are younger dragons taken under an older dragon’s wing (lol). it’s sort of like an apprenticeship. dragons are actually raised communally, by three to five adult dragons usually, but sometimes the babies end up having a talent or interest their parents can’t help with. so, another adult will take them as a winglet to hell develop that skill. mentors are somewhat responsible for the care and well being of their winglets but not to the degree of the parents.

Clan is a group of dragons. not necessarily related by blood but they live together consistently and raise their dragonets together n such. Clans can b enormous or small depending on food/resources/space. some put names to their clan and some don’t. Cloud to Sky and Bright Eyes Clan is fairly large n has about 150-200 dragons at any time

Speaker of Many Tongues is an ancient fucking dragon lmao most dragons don’t live that long n this sort of makes jir the de facto leader but there’s no real leader of the clan (for this one at least). Je’s also part of the reason why the clan is so large, few dragons want to fuck with an ancient least of all an ancient’s clan.

Bright Eyes is a v generic baby dragon name lmfao, it’ll probs change over time bc that’s how dragons do n she’s just a baby! she growing! she don’t know whomst the fuck she is

dragons don’t use pronouns like you, I, we, they (referring to a group not individual pronoun) etc bc their thoughts are connected n it’s implicit in the thoughts (which I rly wanted to do more the whole telepathy thing but alas) what/who’s being referred to. it makes dialogue a bitch but I thought it was a fun challenge.

#original fiction #foxfiction #dragons #dragon #fic: future’s looking brighter

1 note · View note