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ggfj84 · 9 months

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The whole world watched as the JLA disappeared from Earth. Abducted, incinerated, teleported to a Bat Burger at the edge of the solar system, who knew?

Jason turned the channel and got ready for his night job. It wasn’t like he could do anything, and Dick would play dress-up to deal with the Rogue Gallery until Bruce came back again. The best Jason could hope for was that Dick didn’t want to tag along on his exploits in Crime Alley.

What he didn’t expect was a text message just before two.

Can you come to the cave? Need your help with something.

Great. If Dick wanted him to now check in every night, Jason would not be responsible for his actions.

And Jason wasn’t going to adhere to Dick’s whim like some obedient pup.

Working. I’ll drop by later.

Three hours, two coffees, and one burger later, Jason zoomed into the Batcave.

“All right, Dickface, I’m here,” he called as he lifted his helmet. “What was so important that I needed to – ”

“Sorry to pull you away,” Dick said rushed, not a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He was surprisingly dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and a leather jacket. A stuffed duffle hung off his shoulder. “I just got off with Tim. He’ll take care of Wayne Enterprises, so you won’t need to worry about that. If he needs back up, he’ll let you know.”

Why would he give shit about Bruce’s day job? Jason told Dick just that, but his older brother just let out a little chuckle and motioned for Jason to follow him into the main areas of the cave.

“I called Stephanie, too,” Dick continued to ramble. “She excited to fly with you, and yes, I made that executive decision. I think she’ll be a better partner for you than Damian, and Tim said he’ll look out for the kid. They’ve been getting along better for a while, so I think it’ll be good for them to work together.”

Jason followed Dick almost on autopilot, listening intently but suddenly feeling so detached from reality.

“What are you talking about?” He refused to acknowledge his own high-pitched tone or shortness of breath. Dick was taking him to the closet - Batman’s closet. “Stephanie is with the Batgirls, and Damian – that kid needs to be Robin. It’s good for him.” Like it had been good for Jason, once, a lifetime ago. “What are you – “

Dick stopped on the very last step before the platform, putting him at Jason’s eye level, and clasped Jason firmly on the shoulders.

“You are going to be great, Jay.” His voice was pitched low and heavy with the weight of truth. “You have prepared for this. You know what needs to be done and you know how to do it.”

Dick could not be saying what Jason thought he was saying. There was absolutely no way. “You can’t be seriously, Dick. Me? After the last time –“

“You learned. You grew. You finally came home,” Dick said with an easy shrug, but nothing about this was easy. “That was the hard part.”

Jason begged to differ. “Just because I don’t shoot people as frequently as I used to doesn’t mean…” Jason gulped, his trembled hands becoming fists, and he was grateful Dick waited for him to compose himself. “I can’t do this. You can’t be asking me to do this.”

He never wanted to do this, not like this, not when Bruce could be –

“I know,” Dick said, pulling Jason up onto the last level and into a tight, reaffirming embrace. He repeated, lower, “I know.”

They stayed like that for longer than Jason would ever admit, and when he pulled away, he ignored Dick’s glassy and red-rimmed eyes. Dick did the same for him.

Instead, Dick nodded toward the wardrobe. “Why don’t you try it on? Just for size, of course.”

Jason thought he should be offended that Dick was treating him like some child who needed to be coaxed, but Jason was about to throw up. So he guessed he’d let it slide this time.

Inside the wardrobe, a suit awaited him – dark and menacing with a full facial mask similar to the one he wore with his current uniform. Jason went through the motions, undressing and pulling on the dark suit.

As it became a second skin, he called, “Why aren’t you doing this?”

“John Stewart, Zatanna, Lois, and Wally have an idea of where the Justice League might be. They asked me to tagalong.”

“You mean lead them.”

In the silence that greeted him, Jason could imagine Dick’s shrug.

When he emerged from the wardrobe in the cape, cowl still off, Dick smiled. “Looking good, Little Wing.”

He’s supposed to be the freaking Batman and Dick was making him feel twelve again.

Jason snorted and motioned to his uniform. “Bruce is going to kill you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He pulled out his phone and cringed. “Well, I’m late, so one last quick pep talk.”

Jason rolled his eyes, only for Dick to flick his head. “There are times where you are going to second guess yourself. Don’t. You’re overqualified. Trust your gut, and if you don’t, then trust Stephanie’s. Trust Barbara’s and Cass’s and Tim’s. Lean on them. Despite what Bruce says, he isn’t a loner. He doesn’t do this himself, and neither should you.” He pressed his lips to Jason’s forehead, warm and reassuring and soothing. When he pulled away, a wicked smile was on his lips. “And hey, if you manage to keep all the kids alive, then you’re better than Bruce.”

Dick was walking away by the time Jason recovered. “T-That wasn’t funny!”

Dick waved without turning. “It wasn’t a joke.”

Jason caught up to him just before the Boom Tube. “Dick!”

Dick turned.

Jason nodded, a soft smile forming on his lips. “Thanks.”

For trusting him. For believing in him. For welcoming him home.

Dick’s smile said, “You’re welcome,” but his voice said, “I’d say, ‘Try to keep the place in one piece,’ but it’s not my place. So I don’t care.”

Jason snorted. “I think I like this side of you, Grayson.”

Dick hummed. “I could say the same.” He headed into the Boom Tube. “Kick ass, Jason.”

And then he was gone.

Jason glanced down at the symbol on his chest before glancing up at empty cave. The light from the Batcomputer cast the levels in a soft, blue glow. A bat shrieked. Stephanie’s motorcycle roared in a distance, signaling the arrival of his Robin.

A tiny, hesitant smile teased the edge of his lips.

Time to follow Grayson’s advice for once and kick some ass.

The End

A/N: Just wanted to write some Bat!Jason because of this.

#dick grayson #jason todd #batman #batfam #dc comics #fanfiction #ggfj84 writes #batbros #red hood #nightwing

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necroromantics · 2 months

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🧺 — Laundry And Taxes

chapter 15. // (masterlist)

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” Nina exclaimed, pulling her pink knitted scarf over her mouth as she waved goodbye to her coworker, pushing past the front glass door and out onto the windy streets painted by early springtime frost. The girl made her way down the bustling downtown roads, the soft chill reddening her puffy cheeks as she quickened her pace. As she passed by the townhouses and little local shops, Nina glanced up towards a particular apartment and noticed a large red sign swinging with the strong breeze, the words reading in a blocky white: “FOR RENT”. She stopped her in tracks, heart beating a little faster, her honey doe eyes sparkling in the sun that barely peeked from behind the cloudy skies overhead. A large smile etched its way onto her face, an eager sort of excitement creeping up from her chest. She ran all the way home that late afternoon.

Nina scrambled into the living room of that tiny, quiet farmhouse, nearly tripping over her own feet as she slid and hopped over to the two boys sitting on the torn up couch, watching whatever channel was blaring on the old TV. Chris turned his head over towards his erratic sister, and Toby raised an eyebrow at the girl as well.

“I found a place to move into,” she shouted out, beaming as bright as rave lights.

The loud thud of the box echoed throughout her new, and empty, apartment as Toby dropped it down onto the hardwood floor. Bold black letters announced itself atop the cardboard flaps holding everything in place, reading in bubbly cursive: “Ninas Stuff”. Chris wandered through the tiny apartment, his quick footsteps pattering as he ran through the halls and into the rooms, playing with no one but himself.

“How’s it feel to finally have your own place?” Toby asked, looking at the girl who was deep in thought.

“It feels so good, really freeing. I was thinking of getting a loveseat to put over here, and then I can put the TV there. I want like, a flatscreen or something, yknow?”

Toby watched as she slowly made her way around the living room area, gesturing her hands out to show where she was picturing everything would go. As Nina continued to talk, Toby slowly made his way over to the window, and peered out over the street.

“You gotta be careful too. Don’t forget that anyone can break in,” he interrupted.

“Duh, I’m not stupid,” she grumbled back, “can you not talk to me like I'm useless?”

Nina crossed her arms and stared at the boy, who continued to look out of the window. The muffled sound of cars speeding past, engines roaring outside, and people loudly chatting amongst themselves as they walked by, filled the open air.

“I’m just being realistic,” Toby said, turning to face back at the girl who was glaring daggers at him.

“You’re not being realistic, you’re just being an asshole.”

Toby shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the door, the old flooring creaking under his steps, the ambience of the streets outside pouring into the silent apartment.

“Make sure to lock the door,” he said as he tried his best to ignore Nina’s irritated pouting from behind him.

As he walked through the downtown area, the boy tried not to think too much about the junkies riding past on stolen bikes, or the men with tattoos of gang symbols. He tried not to look at the same type of people he’d meet back in the old world. Not proxies, not ghosts or ghouls, but something worse. It was a different type of society living in the cracks between buildings, in alleyways and unassuming houses. It was something normal people wouldn’t bat an eye at; but he knew. He knew the types of things that go on in areas like these, it was something he’s experienced many times before, in the old world. Toby continued down the street, past the old, rotting buildings, the ones with chipped paint and smashed in windows. He scowled a warning at anyone who looked at him as he walked past the old brick buildings tagged with graffiti and boards on the windows. It was early into the chilly evening, but late enough where certain types of people would be around more often than not. Toby made sure he never left the house without a pocket knife, just in case.

When he approached the run-down bar, the neon light sign overhead giving out, poorly flickering the name “Bulldog Tavern”, the boy thought he should’ve felt a sort of ease of his nerves that he didn’t. When he pushed past the door, and into the dim pub, wooden floors, wooden tables, warm light shining off of the bottles on the shelf, people gathering in after their shifts at work, music blaring, his nerves only got worse. There was a red neon sign illuminating itself on the beam over the bar counter, giving off a soft glow down onto the bartender, who Toby knew better than anyone.

Natalie wore her hair back, sleeves rolled up, apron on. She had a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on her face; the fake kind she’d use when she wanted something. To Toby, it was almost terrifying, like the horrible smile a predator would give before devouring its prey. And he knew better than anyone that when that girl smiles at you like that, you’re better off running away.

Toby casually made his way into the bar, watching as Natalie chatted casually with some customers who seemed to have already had too much to drink. They were a group of five, maybe six, and they were a rowdy bunch. The older men sported thick graying beards, some bald, wearing vests and jackets with familiar patches. The boy sat at the front bar, a few seats away from the loud drunken men, and watched quietly as Natalie served them another round of beers. He furrowed his brow at the sight, arms crossed as he leaned into the counter, trying to make sure the girl didn’t fall out of his view. Every roar of laughter, insult, tone change, cuss word, made Toby squeeze his fist shut. He didn’t know why it made him so tense; he didn’t know why he could do nothing but glare and sit alone with irritation choking him.

Toby continued to stare without a word as Natalie wiped down cups from across the bar, the tiredness on her face being quickly replaced with a fake-warm friendliness whenever one of the men dragged her back into the conversation. Showing off, flirting, making a big scene, tossing her around in their bad jokes like she was a ragdoll. She laughed her fake laugh, a loud cackle laugh, as if the jokes they had made were funny. As if the stories of crime and violence they told meant anything. And when she finally glanced over towards the boy, and noticed his familiar scowl, she just as quickly dropped the act.

“What’re you doing here?” Natalie asked, making her way over to Toby as he continued to look at her with disdain tracing his face.

“I was just in the area helping Nina move in. How's work?”

“Work’s great. You look stressed, need a beer?”

“Sure.”

Natalie grabbed a bottle from a little fridge under the counter and popped the cap off, handing it over to the boy, who immediately took a heavy swig of the drink as soon as it reached his hand.

“I’m off in an hour if you want to go home,” she said.

“I’ll wait.”

The girl looked down at Toby for a moment, before sighing in surrender at his stubbornness, and walking back over to the lively section of the bar. She continued to make drinks for new customers, reapplying her charm and take-no-shit attitude the locals seemed to love. Toby took another sip of his beer as he kept a close eye on her. Smiling, laughing, raising her eyebrow. Taking no shit.

The boy tapped his finger impatiently on the empty beer bottle, his dark eyes still fixed into his usual glare. He waited and listened to the men talk about the same things he had witnessed in the old world. Bar fights, petty theft, guns, money, drinking too much on a Thursday night. Toby watched as Natalie’s coworker came in, tapping her on the shoulder and taking her apron from her. He waited impatiently as she made her way into the back room, letting her hair down, and grabbing her coat.

She met Toby outside of the bar, the night skies dark, only illuminated by the warm glow of street lamps shining down on them as they walked down the street, and past business lights pouring out from the boarded up windows. The boy matched her pace as she slowed to light a cigarette, perching it in between her overworked fingers.

“You seemed to be making some interesting friends,” Toby said.

“I’m just doing my job,” she muttered as she took another long drag of smoke, inhaling the mountains into her dying lungs.

“Yeah, cozying up to guys like that. Definitely in the job description.”

“What is your problem?”

“I’m just saying that those types act all tough, but I bet you they’re all too pussy to do half the shit I’ve done.”

“You haven’t done anything in this world, Toby,” Natalie said in annoyance, brushing the boy off as she continued to walk down the darkened streets of downtown.

As he followed behind her, he had come to the terrible realization that the girl was right. The dreadful truth that everything he had become, everything that he had seen, committed — none of it was done in the world they walked in now. Toby had never intended to become what he was. A killer, a weapon, a false prophet. He knew nothing of peace, or time, only that he had lived through a war that no longer existed. And he wasn't even left with the scars to prove it.

As they entered into the moonlit serenity of their home, the pale light settled on the old floorboards, Natalie quickly made her way into the bathroom to run herself a bath, while Toby sat down in the livingroom to watch cable TV. He pressed his thumb down on the remote, the screen flashing on to a news channel which had been in the middle of discussing local politics. The boy leaned back into the couch, half-watching the nonsense plastered on the television. His eyes fell heavy as he barely processed the words the woman discussed with another man on screen. As his body grew tired, melting into the couch cushions that cradled him, Toby continued to listen as the news channel switched from local politics, to local crimes. There was a sour taste in the boy's mouth that grew more and more as he began to listen intently to the woman explaining that the horrific failed break and enter last month that left one child dead, and a family devastated, was still under investigation. And that anyone with information should call the number that proceeded to flash on screen.

The world around him fell as short as his breath, as if the room had taken a step back. Toby watched the news like he, himself, was trapped behind a TV screen. There was a soft tightness gripping the heart beating in his chest as the number was announced once again through muffled noise that didn’t process properly in the boy's brain.

Call the number if you have any information on the crime.

The horrific crime.

The one that left a child dead, and a family devastated.

Toby felt the room spin around him as he wondered how many people called numbers about his crimes. He wondered how many children he left dead, how many families were devastated. He felt the couch cushion swallow him whole as the world slipped past him, the news switching to commercial break.

Call your insurance company today.

Call your doctor about the newest heart medication.

Call your mother.

Call the number if you have any information on the crime.

The sudden, loud blare of the house phone ringing out shattered through the glass box Toby found himself in, yanking him back into reality. It stopped for a moment, the boy thought he must’ve imagined it, before another loud drill of the phone rolled across the heavy air of the living room. Like it was taunting him, like it knew what he had done, or not done. Not here. Not yet.

Toby brought himself to his feet and slowly made his way over to the ringing phone, he barely felt the floor under him as he stepped down. He barely felt the button under his finger as he pressed the answer key.

“Hello?”

Silence. The quiet infomercials danced around in the space behind him.

Call about the newest product.

Call for more information.

“Hello?” He asked again, unsure if he had actually said it the first time.

Silence again. Toby waited, not saying another word as he counted the seconds that passed in his head, the soft static buzzing from the other end of the call. The long air of silence lingered, draping itself over the time that had been passing the boy by as he stood, awaiting a voice on the other line. He thought about what he would’ve said if he heard his mother on the other end, screaming a sob as loud as he remembered the other woman did through the broken window pane that dreadful night; wailing about how her baby died, her poor child. Toby thought about how much his mother must’ve cried alone after Lyra died. And how much more after he left her behind. And still, the silence screeched through the call, suffocating him. The room twisted mercilessly around him, Toby felt himself losing his footing, he tightened his grip around the phone, hoping it would offer some sort of support if he fell. He felt his chest strain so tight, he couldn’t seem to breathe.

“Toby?” A familiar voice rang out.

“H-hello?”

“What are you doing?” Natalie said, standing in the doorway of the living room, hair wet, freshly changed into pajamas. Toby quickly hung up the phone and placed it back onto the holder, shaking his head.

“Nothing, I thought we had a call but it was just silence.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” the boy said as he walked past her, avoiding her raised eyebrow and crossed arms. Avoiding her demanding voice, the silence that fell around it, and the infomercials quietly playing on the TV behind him.

Call the number if you have any information on the crime.

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cookiesupplier · 5 months

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Every Rose Has It's Thorns - Part Seven

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc (Talia)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. Not that it is any easier for the soulmate in question. Thus is the fate for Ricky and Talia. Sooner or later, however, life is bound to collide, but what will happen when it does?

author’s note: Same bat time, same bat channel, UNBETAED, you have been warned.

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @jordynyingling0219 @faceless-mirror @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747 @witchyweeb34

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Talia woke to her phone ringing bright and early the next morning, sitting up, she grabbed for her phone, and oh shit, she’d turned off her alarm yesterday to wake her early to get ready for work, and with the way she’d been last night she’d forgotten to reset it. The call had woken her just in time.. But the call.. Fuck, it was Ava.

She’d said she’d call this afternoon!

And she wanted to fucking video call, of course she wanted to video call, this was Ava, why would she want to do anything else. Climbing out of bed quickly, she ran her finger through her hair as fast as she could to pretend she hadn’t still been sleeping and rushed on her way to the kitchen while trying to stifle a yawn as she accepted the call.

“Ava, what the fuck, bit early for calling after work isn’t it?”

Her best friend and usual roommate’s bright smiling face greeted her on the screen of her phone as she walk down the hall while she tried to tame her hair a bit more, the audio sound of her laughter ringing through her head as she stepped into the kitchen in search for breakfast. Just cereal since she was awake late and Ava had insisted on calling this early.

“Are you only just now waking up, man, you look like a mess girl, what were you doing last night?”

Fuck, how bad did she look? Talia glanced at herself in the glass reflection of the stovetop and shit, she looked like utter trash, her hair looked manageable, but her eyes, and her skin, and she just looked

She looked like she’d done exactly what she’d done last night. Sobbed and screamed into her pillow, crying until she passed out to sleep. She hadn’t even bothered to eat, so naturally she was starving.

Swallowing as she pulled some milk out of the fridge, and then a box of cereal out of the cupboard, bowl was next,

“I was up late, so sue me, okay?”

Talia was beyond thankful when another voice joined the conversation from the background of the phone call, one of the guys from the band, somewhere on the bus she could guess, not on the screen but he could obviously hear the call,

“YEA, Party Time! Talia partying up now that her pesky roommate is finally out of town huh? Whooo!” “Oh shut UP, Ryan!”

Talia swallowed, trying to pretend that hearing Rick shut Ryan down didn’t make her wonder how much he was paying attention to the video call himself. Why couldn’t that man just leave her alone now, she needed him to leave her alone. As much as she had wanted to meet him all those years ago, and dreamed about it, but now it just hurt. He just hurt. Besides, if he didn’t get his attitude in check, he was going to piss off his bandmates, and then where would he be. She knew he was going through some shit, bit he still had to live in that bus with them for the next two weeks.

Shaking her head,

“Anyway, I’m good Ava, I swear, how was your first night, and really, calling this early?”

“Well it's a good thing I did if you're just getting up! Besides, the guys said they’ll probably be sound checking this afternoon and I wasn’t sure whats going to be happening, so I didn’t want to risk getting in the way till I figure out what time is good.. And we promised a call every day!”

Talia sighed..

“Doesn’t have to be with me.. Could be with Jordan, or Kyle, you have other friends too ya know, they’d love to hear from you!”

Grinning to Ava over the screen as she pours her cereal into the bowl one handed and spills some onto the counter, swearing a little under her breath,

“What, what, are you okay?”

“Yea yea, just spilled my cereal, I’m okay, don’t panic, easy clean up.. Just morning munchies.”

Setting the box down on the counter, she looked at the phone as she watched Ava sip at a mug of what she assumed was coffee, smiling slightly at the words on it, Charlie Uniform November Tango.

“Okay, I’ll leave you to your breakfast, talk to you later babe, byyeeeee.”

Ava watched as Talia pushed a smile on her face before the screen went blank as she ended the call. Ricky looked across the way as he was conveniently making himself a coffee at the machine while she was sitting and placing her video call to Talia, or not so conveniently as the case may be. He didn’t care what anyone thought, he just wanted his damn morning coffee, he’d barely been able to sleep all night, not when all he could think about was.. He didn’t want to talk about it.. He didn’t want to talk about any of it, even if Chris suggested that he should.

Looking up from the machine, he frowned at the sight of Ava staring at her phone dejectedly for a moment, something was wrong, and he couldn’t help but remember how Talia had pretty much threatened him about how he treated Ava.. should he ask her if she was okay. Of course, as he was contemplating it, Vinny was coming over to sit by Ava and he stayed back and Rick glanced away as Vin asked her what was wrong.

“She lied, I’m not even gone a whole day and she’s already hiding things.. She’s like a sister, she’s my best friend, closer to me than anyone in the world, and.. I just.. I’m scared that this is just going to change too much between us now.”

Rick looked down at the coffee machine, trying to focus on making his coffee, and not on the conversation between the other pair, and especially not on the woman that was on the town behind them. Talia was plaguing his mind and he hated it, he hated that she wouldn’t get out of his head because the moment she had walked into his life she’d destroyed everything, and he wished she was just, gone already.

He knew she was never going to be, not with Ava here, and Vin was so happy, shit. He was just going to have to figure out how to deal with her, he guessed.

Going to work was easy, focusing on work gave her something else to think about. She supposed that delving into her art was always something she’d done when she couldn’t handle reality, it was her coping mechanism. Sure in this case it wasn’t a means of expressing how she felt in the forms of art work, putting pencil to paper, but tattooing still gave her something else to focus on but the troubles she had out in the world. There was also talking to her clients, chatting away about their lives, or just about simple things like what latest movies they’d seen, what music… yea maybe not that question, not any time soon anyway. It potentially opened the door of dangerous thoughts.

When her lunch break came by she went down the road to grab something to eat considering her morning had led to not having anything prepped for lunch, so grabbing something from the cafe it was.

“Shit, what the fuck happened to you. Ava wasn’t lying.”

“Oh fuck off Jordan, I’m fine!”

Jordan behind the register and had just finished with a customer when she walked in through the door, the place was pretty quiet, and they all knew her anyway, to having him talk to her like that was no surprise, the other girl behind the counter giggled a little at the exchange. She was a regular.

She should have known Ava would have immediately gotten word to Jordan and Kyle, tattle tale about her not being great, whatever she’d told them, probably made it sounded so much worse than it really was.. Or exactly as bad as she had tried to hide from her. Hell, it wasn’t even like Jordan could see the sleepless shadows under her eyes, and they weren’t remotely red from crying anymore, she was fine. She looked fine.

Walking up to the counter, and he just looked at her with a raised eyebrow, tilting his head slightly, judging her without a word,

“I’m fine. My usual and a turkey and everything wrap please.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, she huffed, it was obvious that he didn’t believe her for a moment, but still, he rang up her order just the same at the counter for her and gave her the number for her to wait. However, when he had finished her drink and getting her wrap ready, instead of calling her name, he brought it over to her table and moved to sit at her table across from her.

“Alright, here’s the thing. Fuck, Richard Olson. Yea, I remember his name.”

Rolling her eyes as she reached for her coffee, she knew Jordan knew his name despite not liking the band's music, even if it was an ongoing joke that he never wanted to pay attention and remember the name.

“Oh come on Jordan, you don’t know, you’ll never know what he’s going through, you have Kyle, and Kyle loves you more than fucking life. Now find out that years later, he’s been lying to you about your entire relationship. He’s allowed to be upset, he’s allowed to be fucking angry about what she’s done to him.”

Looking down at her wrap, taking in a deep breath, a deep shuddering breath trying not to break down crying again as she thought about Ricky, she’d avoided thinking about him all morning since arriving at work. About him, and those piercing blue eyes, so angry, at her, and it hurt so bad.

“So? None of that tells me shit. None of that tells me you can’t be angry to T. You were right there, you were this close to finally meeting him, and she snatched your chance from you. Yes, he can be angry, but so can you, you can be angry, you can be grieving, you can be feeling things too. You don’t have to be fine.”

Her eyes lifted from her plate as Jordan spoke, taking in his words, the problem was, she didn’t want to feel these things, she didn’t want any of it. Pushing it away was the only way she could handle it. Trying not to feel it was all she could do, not that it was helping, case and point last night. This morning had gone better though, and she was determined to continue for as long as she could.

“I made my choice, and despite what Chris said about Rick not having the facts before, he’s made his. He wants nothing to do with soulmates now, and I honestly don’t blame him. Not for wanting nothing to do with them, and, and not believing me.”

Swallowing,

“How do you know he doesn’t believe you?”

She really didn’t want to talk about it, but remembered that Jordan and Kyle hadn’t been caught up on everything that had happened at breakfast yesterday.

“He said so outright at breakfast yesterday, he believed Ava’s tattoo, but mine is just a normal tattoo.. Probably thinks I faked it when I was eighteen and then got a real tattoo to keep the ruse going over the years. I mean I said as much to Grace.. Foolish me for opening my mouth huh? He’d never going to believe me now. Not that it matters. He hates me anyway.”

She shrugged,

“Either way, I might have also threatened him.. A little.”

That drew a chuckle out of Jordan,

“Oh, really, why?”

"He was being an asshole, and if Ava was going on tour with them, I was not going to have him treat her like shit, he can treat me like trash all he wants-”

“Like fuck he can-”

“But I swear to god if he hurts her I will make sure his next girlfriend will be extremely disappointed.”

Cause it wasn’t going to be her after all, so why should she care.

“You know what, I don’t care that he’s famous, any of those guys hurt our girl, we’ll break em.. Fuck em.. Yes, Ava is our family, but Talia, don’t forget though, same goes for you.”

#motionless in white #miw #ricky olson #ricky horror #ricky olson fanfiction #ricky olson x ofc #original female character #soulmates #vinny mauro #fanfiction #miw band #rick olson #ricky horror olson #soulmate au #soulmate #tattoos #ricky olson fanfic #vinny mauro fanfic #fic: every rose has its thorns

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berenwrites · 5 months

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Dreams in the Night - Stranger Things - Steddie, Chapter 9 of 9

Dreams in the Night: But Vampires Aren't an Upside Down Thing!

Summary: Steve has been having nightmares, seeing through the eyes of a vampire like creature in Hawkins as it hunts. He puts the dreams down to past trauma and too many horror movies at Family video. He’s checked and no one’s been hurt, so even Robin agrees. However, his world is about to be turned upside down yet again as the nightmares become far too real.

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For: @lady-lostmind (lady_lostmind on AO3)

Relationships: steddie, platonic stobin

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: ~18600

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: vampire!Eddie, Kas!Eddie, hurt/comfort, bisexual!Steve, bisexual!Eddie, platonic stobin, steddie

This fic is a part of the @steddieholidayexchange

Chapter 9: Freedom

“Gentlemen, Miss Buckley,” Owens said as he walked in while they finished breakfast three days after Steve had woken up, “I have good news.”

The first thing Steve noticed was the pile of things the man was carrying. They looked like real clothes.

“We get to go home?” Robin asked hopefully.

Owens smiled.

“Indeed,” he said with a nod of his head. “We would appreciate it if you would come back for occasional observation,” Owens added looking at Eddie and Steve, “but all our tests so far have been conclusive, neither of you are contaminated in such a way as to be dangerous to yourselves or others.”

Robin cheered and threw herself at Steve for a hug.

“What about Eddie’s need for blood?” she asked from within Steve’s arms.

“I believe Eddie and Steve have come to their own arrangement, have you not, gentlemen?” Owens said with that same smile.

Steve felt his face heating up. He’d never really thought what they were doing had gone unnoticed, but confirmation was still mortifying. Frankly he’d been expecting it to be brought up among all the tests they had been through over the past few days, but apparently it was being left un-investigated.

“You knew that’s what this was about,” Eddie accused.

“Suspected,” Owens replied simply, “not knew. It became clear you, Eddie, were channelling energy to Steve while he was comatose, but we had no proof of why. We did not wish to artificially influence either of you, but our observations did suggest the logical conclusion.”

“So, I was right,” Steve said, “I am his perfect donor?”

Owens nodded.

“The average human takes between eight and twenty-four hours to replace a pint of blood, with their red cell count not returning to normal until between four to six weeks,” Owens replied. “From our observations, you are now capable of complete regeneration within three to five hours.”

“Was it my bite that did it?” Eddie asked. “Is this all my fault?”

Steve reached out and pulled Eddie into a one-armed embrace while still holding onto Robin with the other, because he was not having the guilt he could hear in Eddie’s voice.

“We believe it was your bite which was the catalyst in this instance,” Owens replied, “however, it was also our oversight in not testing Steve after the defeat of Henry Creel. Thanks to the injuries he sustained from the bats and the contamination of their bites, we have concluded certain possibilities remained dormant within him until you re-emerged from the Upside Down. It is possible that living in Hawkins, they may have been triggered by something else at a later time, this just happening to be the catalytic event now.”

Steve frowned as he did his best to follow that.

“So, I could have collapsed at any time?” he asked.

“It is a possibility,” Owens said, “however, it is impossible to be certain. You may have gone your whole life without even knowing, or you could have changed tomorrow.”

“But he changed to be my donor,” Eddie said, “why would he have changed otherwise.”

“We don’t fully understand the lifecycles of the creatures of the Upside Down,” Owens said, “especially now Henry Creel’s influence has been removed. Yours appears to be a symbiotic relationship, in that you both gain advantages from the arrangement. Given the hive mind of the creatures of the Upside Down it is possible they also exist in symbiotic terms. If that is the case, there are likely many things which could trigger such a change.”

“Symbiotic,” Steve tried out the sound of the word.

It was one of those terms he was pretty sure he had heard before, but he’d never taken in what it meant.

“Ugh,” Robin said, slumping against Steve’s side, “you’re telling me I’m stuck with both of them forever?”

She put the perfect whine into her voice that made Steve laugh.

“Sorry, Platonic Soulmate with a capital P, but there’s no takebacks,” he said around the laugh.

“You better not have your fangs in him all the time, Munson,” Robin said, “or I will get a hose.”

Eddie’s big brown eyes were wide and shocked, and Steve was pretty sure this would not be the last conversation about this, but he pulled them both in close rather than commenting. Now was not the time.

“I’ll leave these here for you,” Owens said, placing the clothes on the end of Robin’s bed. “When you’re ready, we just have a few things for you to sign and I’ll have someone drop you at your homes.”

Steve internally grimaced at yet more paperwork, but he was very happy to be getting out of the lab.

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Walking into his house, Steve noticed the answer machine flashing at him.

“You guys make yourselves comfortable, just gotta check this,” he said as Robin and Eddie trailed him inside.

They had convinced the driver taking them home to drop them all at Steve’s house so they could unpack what they had just been through before dealing with other people.

Pressing the button, he listened to the tape rewind before it beeped and began to play.

“Steven, it’s your mother, where are you?”

Another beep.

“Steven, it’s your mother again. What are you doing at all hours?”

A third beep.

“Steven, this is ridiculous, I have tried to get hold of you multiple times…”

“You tried twice, Mom,” he said quietly as he listened.

“I suppose I will just have to do this on the answering machine. One of your father’s new business associates has invited your father and I to join him and his wife at their lodge in the Alps over Christmas. I’m sure you understand how we couldn’t possibly turn it down without seeming rude, so we won’t be able to make it back to Hawkins this year. Given how you never seem to be at home, I’m sure you can find something else to do. Your cheque is in the post. We’ll see you some time in the New Year.”

It beeped a final time without even a goodbye.

He breathed out, letting his disappointment go as well as he could. His parents had been home once since “the earthquake” and that had seemed mostly so they could check on the house, not him. It had been just after the Party had finally put Vecna down for good and he’d been battered and bruised, but they hadn’t even seemed to notice. That they couldn’t even be bothered to come home for Christmas wasn’t exactly a shock. He really didn’t know why he cared anymore.

He was pretty sure the only reason they hadn’t sold the house out from under him by now was the fact no one wanted to move to Hawkins, so it wasn’t worth anything. Or possibly having their son living in his car would be a bad look on them.

“Hey,” Robin said, placing a gentle hand on his back, “you okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied, giving her a forced smile, “not unexpected, y’know.”

Robin rubbed her hand in a small circle, leaning into him for a moment, because she did know. She was one of the few people who knew just how absent his parents were and how many years he had been looking after himself.

“I could ask my mom and dad if there’s room for one more,” she began to say.

“Robs it’s your family time,” he replied before she could go on, “I couldn’t intrude. Besides it would only make your whole family want to know when the wedding’s going to be.”

Robin’s family always had a big Christmas gathering, which was going to be at her grandparents’ house this year. It was strictly family only because there were so many of them. The only exception being engaged couples.

“At least it would stop them all asking about boyfriends,” Robin complained. “You sure you don’t want to be my beard?”

Steve’s eyes immediately flicked to Eddie, who was also still standing in the hallway. He didn’t look majorly surprised, more like something had been confirmed, but it wasn’t him Steve was worried about. Robin had just effectively outed herself and he wasn’t sure she had realised she was doing it.

“Oh, oh,” she said, eyes going big and round as she remembered Eddie was there.

“Robin, breathe,” Eddie said, holding up his hands. “Your secret is safe, I swear. I know you didn’t mean to tell me, but it’s all cool. You remember I’m banging your very male soulmate, right?”

From the look on her face, Steve wasn’t sure Robin had remembered that in the moment. She took a very deep breath.

“I feel dumb,” she said, looking up at Steve through her lashes.

“Not dumb,” he assured her, “just a baked in reaction.”

“God, it sucks to be queer in small town Indiana,” Robin said loudly, putting her head back.

“Totally,” Eddie agreed.

“Well, I’ve only known I was queer for a little over a week,” Steve added, “but I get your point.”

“What?” Eddie said, staring at him.

It only occurred to Steve at that moment that they hadn’t had any time to have that conversation.

“You didn’t tell him?” Robin asked, seemingly very happy the spotlight was no longer on her.

“When exactly did I have the chance?” he said, putting his hands on his hips. “It wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have on camera.”

“What about before … well … before the hot and heavy stuff?” Robin said.

“That was more a primal moment than a talking moment,” he confessed.

“Right,” Robin said in a very decisive manner, “I’m going into the kitchen to make coffee very loudly. You two,” she pinned them both down with a look, “talk.”

Eddie was giving him one of those big doe-eyed looks that had just a hint of guilt to it. Steve walked over.

“I’m the first guy you’ve ever ..?” Eddie trailed off.

“Yes,” he replied.

“And we … you let me … Steve,” Eddie half said, half whined.

“I didn’t let you do anything I wasn’t very, very into,” he said, reaching out and placing a hand on Eddie’s arm.

“After I bit you,” Eddie seemed to feel the need to point out. “Oh god, I did this, didn’t I, I forced you into this. This in on…”

Steve stepped completely into Eddie’s personal space and took the other man’s face between his hands, forcing Eddie to look at him rather than spiral.

“You didn’t force me into anything,” he said slowly and clearly, making sure Eddie was listening. “Has it occurred to you, I was the one who did the forcing?”

Eddie blinked at him.

“I called you here,” he went on. “I tricked you into biting me. I invaded your brain.”

“But…” Eddie said.

“No buts,” Steve interrupted. “That’s all on me, not you. I realised I was dreaming about you, and I grabbed at it. I don’t know what I was feeling at the time, I didn’t stop to analyse it, but I don’t care. I know what I feel now. I want you with every part of me, and I know you want me. I can feel it. That is what I care about.”

For a while, Eddie stared at him in complete silence. It was the scariest few seconds of Steve’s life since Vecna was finally dealt with.

“Wow,” Eddie said, bringing one of his hands up to cup Steve’s.

Now it was Steve who didn’t know what to say.

“You go big, don’t you,” Eddie said with the tiniest smile.

“Um, I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“Oh, Stevie, don’t be sorry, never be sorry for that,” Eddie said. “You are a wonder. And you’re mine.”

“All yours,” Steve agreed. “Are you mine?” he added hesitantly.

Now Eddie leaned forward and kissed him.

“For as long as you’ll have me,” Eddie said, and Steve’s stomach did a swoop. “You’re joining me and Wayne for Christmas, by the way, no arguments. Gonna indoctrinate you into our Munson traditions.”

“I wouldn’t want to in…”

Eddie put his finger on Steve’s lips before he could go on.

“You won’t be intruding,” Eddie said. “I suggest we get the whole Wayne grilling you to make sure you’re not some loser who will break my heart over before Christmas eve (he’s protective), because that could be awkward during dinner, but he’s gonna want to give you a slap on the back for saving my sorry ass too. As Wayne says, there’s always room for one more at our table.”

Steve blinked hard. He refused to cry. He wasn’t a crier by rule, his dad had always frowned on it, but it had been a trying few days. It was testing his control.

“Come on,” Eddie said, taking his hand, “let’s get in the kitchen before Birdie breaks something. And I hope you have some food in your cabinets that hasn’t been perfectly balanced to give us all the nutrients we need to be in top condition.”

“I think I have a boxed mac and cheese in there somewhere,” he replied, using the distraction for what it was.

“That’ll hit the spot,” Eddie said in a terrible British accent.

The Upside Down had once again thrown his life in the air to see where bits landed, but as Steve let Eddie lead him through his house, he was pretty happy with how it had turned out. They needed to call everyone. They needed to find out what everyone knew and make sure everyone knew what had happened. They needed to decide if, when, and how he and Eddie were going to come out to their extended found-family.

There was so much to do and still questions to answer. But as far as Steve was concerned, things were looking up.

As he looked out the kitchen window, he realised it was snowing. It was cliched, but he really hoped that was a touch of Christmas magic from the universe, like the movies always had.

“Ooh,” Eddie said, spotting the snow as well and making a dash for the back door.

“Where are you going?” Steve called after him.

“Gotta catch a snowflake on my tongue,” Eddie yelled back. “First snowfall. Big Munson tradition.”

Steve grinned and shared a look with Robin. His boyfriend was a little insane, but that was fine with him.

“Guess we should join him,” he said and gestured for Robin to precede him.

“You are so whipped,” Robin said, but went along anyway.

Stepping out into the first snow flurry of the season, Steve laughed properly for the first time in what felt like forever. Eddie was dancing around trying to catch a snowflake and it simply filled him with joy. Giving Robin a shrug, he joined in.

The End

Thank you so much for reading, I very much hope you enjoyed the story, especially @lady-lostmind . Best wishes and happy holidays to one and all.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve x eddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #platonic stobin #vampires #kas eddie munson #vampire eddie munson #eddie lives #fanfic #fanfiction #dreams in the night - steddie

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eldritch-spouse · 2 years

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How did nebul get Purpur?

I had no canon for it until I talked with someone on Discord and we thought of something so dumb but so funny-

So, here's the thing. Grimbly has a tendency to watch trash reality shows when he's home. Just, a whole bunch of mildly dubious shows that melt your brain. The works.

During one such depressive channel surfing, wherein he was just crying and stuffing his face with ice cream, the bat monster stumbles into a pet contest show where a very noodly creature decidedly the same species as Purpur is being showed off next to an assortment of much more common pets. I know someone who'd really like that thing, his brain supplies. Thus, Grimbly films the animal, sends it to the group chat, and tags Nebul.

That message alone prompts the wraith to start his own search for the unknown noodle ball of a creature, which apparently scientifically befuddles everyone. And after going through a couple of not so legal, dubious contacts, Nebul finds someone who has Purpur. Which is shipped to him post-haste.

Was it expensive? Yes. Way too much. Ouch.

Was it worth it? Also yes.

#Nebul oc #Grimbly oc

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l-sincline · 1 year

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Cybernetics Chapter 21

Amy Rose is a mechanic, plain and simple. But aside from that, she feels utterly alone in a cruel world where she makes just enough to scrape by. One night she’s visited by a mysterious Cyborg that needs his arm fixed, little does she know this repair will change her life.

Flung from the confines of her normal life, Amy finds herself working with Anarchists set on creating a new life for themselves and the poor people of Mobius. The only downside? Seeing who she thought was her best friend fight against her.

AO3 Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Amy Rose/Shadow the Hedgehog, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog), Shadow the Hedgehog, Sonic the Hedgehog, Miles “Tails” Prower, Dr. Eggman | Dr. Robotnik, Rouge the Bat, Whisper the Wolf, Cream the Rabbit, Knuckles the Echidna, Badnik (Sonic the Hedgehog), E-123 Omega, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Cyberpunk, Angst, Slow Burn, Partners in Crime

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Their journey home was quiet- both the girls were tired it seemed. The sky was only beginning to darken, and yet Amy felt as if it’d been many days, weeks even, since they’d began their mission. How could so much happen in such a short amount of time?

When they had finally reached base- Amy and Rouge collapsed on the couch together, Rouge melted back into the couch while Amy leaned on her shoulder. It was silent in the base, only the slight hum of the air filter buzzed through the house as it just got darker and darker before Rouge finally spoke.

“ProjScreen, on.”

The ProjScreen flashed to life, it was on the same gossip channel Rouge always watched but instead of the hosts usual grinning faces there was a pinkish screen with their logo, below were the words ‘Program to return soon!’

“Channel seven.” Rouge prompted, and the ProjScreen changed again.

“-are unsure of where to even begin in this carnage.” A mobian snow leopard spoke seriously to a camera, behind him was a tall apartment building from the inner city. From what Amy could see, one of the rooms seemed to be torn out and smoking- that room singularly destroyed. “Deanerly Deer was the host of Mobian Gossip channel ‘That’s That!’ Alongside the beloved Katerina Katty, who has a few words on the matter now.”

Both Amy and Rouge were alert now, staring at the ProjScreen with intensity as Katerina’s face came onto screen, clearly some sort of prerecorded video.

“I know we have our enemies but I can’t for the life of me imagine anyone ever tipping Doctor Robotnik off to Deanerly. He’s truly my best friend and the best cohost a girl could ask for. I’m begging the doctors to make sure he makes it out safe.” The screen swapped back to the news reporter.

“For those of you just tuning in, that was Katerina Katty on the injury of Deanerly Deer at the hands of Doctor Robotnik. At the moment we have little information on what the Doctor could’ve wanted with Deanerly, all we know is that there was a safe in the penthouse that was clearly broken into. If anyone has any information on-“

“ProjScreen off.” Amy’s voice wavered as the screen shut off and she turned slowly to Rouge. “…What are the chances I accidentally led the Doctor to a chip?”

Rouge looked just as surprised as she stared back at Amy.

“I don’t know. I think only time will tell.”

Amy groaned and sunk back into the couch. Things were about to get more complicated, and she was ready for a long nights sleep to compensate for all the energy she’d used today. So no matter how stressful this all was, she’d have to sit and think about it until she was more alert.

When she woke the next morning the base was just about as quiet as it always was. Heading downstairs, Shadow stood diligently at the island, staring at some sort of hologram map that was projected from a small, black rectangle. As her feet landed on the ground he looked up, reaching out and grabbing the rectangle as the hologram disappeared, he shoved it into a pocket.

“What was that?” She asked.

“A map. Blaze gave it to me, it’s got a bunch of their potential targets on it.”

“Oh.” She responded, “Silver settled in alright?”

“After he finished pestering me with all his questions, yeah. Blaze seemed grateful to have him.”

“You saw the news? About Deanerly and the doctor?” She finally asked.

“Yeah.” Shadow sighed, moving from his spot at the island to let Amy get into the kitchen to get breakfast. “No word on anything yet. Blaze has some people snooping around but…”

“But we’ll have to wait and see?”

“Yeah.”

“I hate waiting.” She muttered under her breath before opening the fridge to rummage around.

“Well, there’s nothing else we can do about it now. Blaze started giving out the stuff we got, I made sure I directed her towards your area. Just work on your stuff in the meantime. Robotnik isn’t one for subtlety, if he has that chip we’re going to know about it sooner rather than later.”

“I know, you’re right. I just hate not being able to plan.” She agreed.

Settling on some toast, she whipped it up quickly and ate even quicker before heading up the stairs and back into the workroom. It was just as she’d left it. Some tools out on the desk, everything relatively where it should be. She headed over to the corner and yanked the sheet off of Omega that she’d put there before leaving.

“Well bud, todays the day. Let’s get you back up and running.”

Omega was hard work. Perhaps that’s why it’d taken her so long to finally commit to finishing him. He was an old… old model. Clearly some sort of Eggman bot repurposed, but not one she’d ever seen before. The Eggman bots she was used to were sleek, modern. White, black, and red. This was a chunky old thing, angular and dopey looking- red, black, and silver. Nonetheless, he seemed particularly important to Rouge, and important to Shadow as well, so she continued to work.

The other part of him that was perhaps a bit frustrating was just how large he was. Amy found herself stepping up and down her chair quite often. With such a large chest cavity, the wires and components were scattered around every level.

After a few hours she grunted and struggled with putting the chest piece back on. It eventually clicked into place and she sat back with a huff, sliding the chair away from the robot and looking up at it. She sighed heavily, wiping the sweat from her forehead and tossing a hammer back to the work table. Amy looked up at the robot with tired- but excited- eyes.

“Omega.” She said his name as if she was testing it. She paused, half expecting it to turn on- but it didn’t. Older model, of course. “Let’s see how you do, then.”

Amy stood and brought the chair up in front of him again, standing on top of it. Carefully, she reached under the lip of his head and wiggled her fingers until she found the obscured button. She pressed it, and his eyes glowed to life.

She smiled as he turned on and scanned the room and made it to her.

But soon grimaced as he spoke.

“Intruder alert.” Was all he said before his gun hand raised towards her.

“No! No intruder!” She cried out, but it was in vain. Amy fell backwards as she heard the blaster whir to life, missing the shot as she fell from the chair to the floor. “Rouge!” She cried, “Shadow!”

“Intruder alert.” Omega repeated, stepping towards her.

Amy yelped and scrambled to her feet to dodge another blast, managing to trip again as she grabbed the chair- as if that was going to do anything. Rouge came flying up the stairs, eyes wide- Shadow bounding up after her.

“Omega!” Rouge shouted, “Stop! False alarm!”

Omega’s stance changed to a more casual one as he lowered his arm, looking to Rouge after her command.

“Up.” Shadow demanded as he leaned down and scooped Amy to her feet by her armpits. She dropped the chair.

“Omega…” Rouge smiled in relief, leaping forward to give the big robot a hug.

“It’s good to have you back, bud.” Shadow nodded.

“What happened to the Eggman Base?” Omega asked, turning to Shadow as Rouge backed up.

“Destroyed, we got away safely thanks to you.”

“I totally would’ve lost my head if you hadn’t shielded me.” Rouge affirms, “Thanks, Omega.”

“This is Amy Rose,” Shadow gestured to Amy, who stood next to him, “not an intruder. She fixed you, she works with us now.”

Omega stared at her for a moment, and then beeped.

“Scan complete. Amy Rose recognized as member of team.” He held out his other, metal clawed hand, “Pleasure to meet you, Amy.”

She smiled gently, there was a sense of pride that her work had fixed their MIA teammate, and she shook his hand carefully.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #rouge the bat #cybernetics #cyberpunk au #cyberpunk sonic #shadamy #sinclines writing

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brendalamour1 · 1 year

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Did you say it's Fancy Friday? I sure did. Same Bat time,Same Bat channel! Tonight from 7pm -2am here EST. Who will be joining me? Please like,share,repost,tag others and spread the word thankyou 🙏 ❤️ 🎉💃🏻🕺🍸!!

@puffytacos @ayeeeitsdanny @stitch-ninja @kitty-bandz-wrldz @evolution-of-a-geek @onefree @ccbear123 @lmfao @jasmineflowers @0toastedbagel0 @yabbadabbajoe @xxlustylifexx @kush-kween-xo @austin-bus-man @saveannah8929 @celestialsoutree @feralslvt @highlyglamorous @myltlfrog @nataliaheels @jimmymoon-tv @fruitteay @owl-good-man @celestialmoongoddess

#diva #family #fun #legendary #fancyfriday #whitney houston #80s #donna summer #chaka khan #the pointer sisters #brendas batgirlcave

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walkingencyclopediaofweirdmayo · 4 months

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Bruce: Batman will be a cryptid. An urban legend, designed to strike fear in the hearts of criminals.

Bumper stickers in Gotham City:

"Batman ate my entire ass at a Big Belly Burger"

"Half man. Half bat. All friend."

"Batman is real. We made out. He is a gentle and caring lover."

Bruce: ... Alfred, I think I made a mistake.

#batman #bruce wayne #only in gotham #same bat-tag same bat-channel

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roosterbox · 10 months

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Fic Rec Friday 7/14/2023

Title: Everywhere In You

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Hannibal (TV)

Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter

Characters: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter

Additional Tags: delayed flight, christmas happiness, first encounter, AU Meeting, Fluff, Smut, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Hannibal Lecter Loves Will Graham, Will Graham Loves Hannibal Lecter, First Time, Will Graham Bottom, Hannibal Lecter Top, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Will and Hannibal Get a House, Will Keeps His Dogs, Don't copy to another site

Summary: When Will misses his flight home and has to take a hotel for the night, he's unsurprised to find that most rooms have been booked. When a handsome stranger offers him the second bed in his own room, they come to the profound understanding that miracles can be found in the most unexpected of places.

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It’s a bit early for a Christmas fic, I know, but I couldn’t resist giving y’all an early dose of cheer.

I love alternate first meetings. Especially when it’s only a slight deviation from canon. So much of the little details and minutiae are still exactly from canon, it’s just that Will and Hannibal are introduced differently. And as far as first meetings go, it’s a good one. It has just as much tension as their canon one, only perhaps better because Will isn’t quite as sassy and stand-offish. In this one, the attraction is obvious from the first instant, and that fire only grows.

The characterization is lovely, for both of them; close enough to canon to not be OOC, but with this particular writer's own touches, recognizable if you read more of their stuff (which I highly recommend, and who knows? Their other fics might end up getting linked eventually!). The primary POV is Will, which I love. I like seeing inside my beloved blorbo’s head, feeling his feelings, seeing the desires he hides, if only because of how reticent he tends to be in canon.

It might be a cliché, but for me at least, the There Was Only One Bed trope will never not be welcome, lol. And the PINING, my GOD. These two and their pining game. Next level. The tension is built brick by brick until it finally peaks and… damn, but the smut is gooooood. There’s not a lot of it - the slow(ish) burn romantic tension is more the point - but when it pops up? So good.

Warmer than a mug of Christmas-themed hot cocoa.

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Next Week: How about some gay lawyers? And this one is special, being the first fic I bookmarked when I dived hardcore back into reading fic last April (that is, April ‘22). It’s simple, sweet, and full of comfort. Not for the characters really, but definitely for me.

See you next time - same bat time, same bat channel!

#fic rec friday #nbc hannibal #hannigram #writer: JSinister32 #Christmas fic #pining #slow burn #there was only one bed #so warm and lovely #❤️❤️❤️

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larkral · 2 years

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Six sentences, huh? Too bad. You’re getting twelve.

Thanks for the tag @artsyunderstudy !

Different week, same bat channel. The only thing I’m writing is the Scholomance/Carry On crossover (need I remind you, it’s a @carryonprompts fest thang). It may be the only thing I ever write, since it may never end (that’s pessimism talking. Things are actually progressing well).

I’m writing chapter 9 right now, but this bit is in chapter 6. Simon POV.

All day his face was smooth, expressionless, with an occasional moment of pained exertion, but now it’s soft. Every tightly held part of him is unfurling.

It’s easy to forget that we’re all children here. That we’re all growing and learning. That those things mean hope and vulnerability and optimism. Hope is stunted in this place, vulnerability is punished, and optimism...well.

But now, Baz looks like he’s growing. Like he’s hoping. He blinks up at me, and his expression is so open, so awed, that I want to reach for him. I want to give him something precious. Something new. Something I haven’t yet discovered.

Figured out how to make a cut on the mobile app this week. Very unintuitive, Tumblr. C-.

Hi friends, no pressure lots of high fives. @cutestkilla @carryonvisinata @petedavidsonscock @katmiscellanious @aristocratic-otter @facewithoutheart @tea-brigade @takenabackbytuesdays @captain-aralias @raenestee @ileadacharmedlife

#A Dangerous Affinity #scholomance #carry on #what is this feeling?#it's romantic love simon #six sentence sunday

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angelofthepage · 1 year

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Reacting to BATDR, Part 1 and 2?

So as mentioned before, because I cannot play the game at launch, I’m watching SuperHorrorBro’s coverage to experience BATDR. I’ve watched through the first two videos he’s launched (linked under the cut), and oh my gosh, I’m already REALLY INVESTED! Normally I’m not one to blog about stuff like this, my reactions are pretty muted about most things, but while watching these videos, I was emotive and excited as hell, I swore more than I have since my last bad night of Splatoon 3, and that’s saying something! Usually my self control is better, but GOSH I squealed so hard.

And seeing as I don’t want to go into any of the spoiler channels in my designated Bendy servers, for the sake of not getting spoiled by people who are ahead of me in terms of the story, that leaves me with only a few options to get the feels out. I think, I’d like to react a little bit here and speculate. This is new territory for me, but it’s exciting! So as promised, we’re using our tools, we’re tagging things, and we’ll put a majority of this under the cut. Let’s dive in! (also do not spoil me for anything ahead of this content in the replies/comments, please and thank you!)

If you’d like to follow along with where I am in terms of story, here are the videos! Thank you Mike for all your hard work covering this game, you are an absolute gem and this is SO FUN!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=okUwwu1cK8A

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iE4u3Kc5Hzc

So RIGHT OFF THE BAT, this game is gorgeous to look at! I was a little worried that it would lose some of the charm of looking like a sketch with the graphical upgrade, but I think this is still pretty good, both in the “real world” section and the “studio”. The introduction did a lot of things I didn’t expect, and I appreciate that so much.

I can’t believe we got to do a version of the ritual that Henry did to start the machine, and I’m kind of annoyed that I didn’t see that coming. Like it seems SO OBVIOUS, but at the same time, it just was not on my radar. But like, why did Audrey have to throw the switch and gather the items? What is it just because you’re old and decrepit Wilson? Is it just because we need to get used to the mechanics in a safe environment, or is there a narrative reason for it? Also, the fact that the ink just, FLOODED THE FLOOR?! And they got pulled under?? Or did Wilson grab her and drag her under? I feel like he kind of ragdolled and they got pulled, but I'm not sure, we'll have to go back and rewatch. That is NOT how I expected us to get pulled into the ink realm, but I love that a lot actually. It's so good!

Wilson, gosh, I have SO MANY FEELINGS about Wilson. Sir you are a creeper, and if I were Audrey, I would be contacting HR about you. We get it, Audrey’s gorgeous, but keep your goddamn eye to yourself bro. X’‘‘D I did not see that coming, I dunno if he’s like, interested in Audrey in the sense of romantic/sexual attraction, or if he knows something about her in this world that we don’t and that’s why he’s fixated on her. Like, I’m hoping it’s the second of the two, but I do get the sense it could be a little bit of both. That does seem to point to a more "chosen one" styled story with her, which I feel like ties into her being related to Joey or Henry, which is something I'm not sure if I want. Like I LOVE next generation stories, but I really want this to feel like Audrey's story, not just an extension of Joey's or Henry's, you know? If nothing else, I'm REALLY CURIOUS what Wilson meant by "we're going home". Sir, excuse you, what?! What does that even mean?!

Speaking of, LOVING Audrey as a protagonist. She leaves plenty of room for the player to react to scares, but she still has a lot of personality that I like. I LIKE that she's scared but still pushing through with a little sass and witty remarks, it's great. She's doing a great job. Don't get me wrong, I loved Henry, but there was a lot he didn't react to that always struck me as kind of odd (which makes sense once you know he might be trapped in a loop), like the only thing we hear him get emotional about is Boris, and I wanted more moments like that. We're getting that here.

Heck , we're getting a LOT of things I value and we're not even an hour and a half into the gameplay, that's wild! THANK YOU dev team for giving us the option to listen to audio logs in the pause menu with a transcript on screen, that is SO GOOD! I do miss the on screen text during gameplay, but this is honestly more efficient. You can take a moment to take it all in instead of worrying about enemies catching you off guard, so you don't lose important information (and given we actually get some, that's good. The voice direction in this game is so good. I knew it would be, you've got Lauren Synger who knows what she's doing as the voice director, and Lani Minella who's not only well connected, but also well versed in many different kinds of voice work, so she's a great pick for casting director, and the people they got are phenomenal. The deliveries are solid! I also love that we can hear some voices of the Lost Ones matching up with the audio logs so far, that's a GREAT touch. I'm loving Dale a lot, Dale is good. It leaves less room for interpretations about what happened to everyone, but I'm okay with that. Can't wait to read the credits to see who's responsible for each of them! Really excited that we got to hear Nathan, and that we might have been wrong about him from the books, though I’m gonna wait and see. He seems like a fairly earnest guy, I get the sense I need to read through his annotations in The Illusion of Living again.

Also, LOVE the addition of notes. We FINALLY GOT IT! We have heard Jack refer to Sammy so much in his audio logs, but never Sammy refer to Jack, and as a huge appreciator of them as musical partners (and occasionally as a ship) I was ECSTATIC to see him acknowledge him in writing. I'm also really curious about who "Your Best Pal" is. Mike speculates it's Henry, but I'd argue it could be Henry OR Joey, given Joey ALSO signs things that way (case in point, his letter inviting Henry back at the start of BATIM). It's more likely to be Henry, but it could be fun to do that with Joey too, especially since we have it confirmed that he's dead as of 1971, and we're currently in 1973.

In the same vein as before with previous employees, LOVE the studio tour audio from Joey, oh my gosh, I wish we had some subtitles or a transcript of those! That was a really good addition in terms of presentation. Also really loved hearing him say Sammy and Jack’s names, that was a GREAT moment. Feeling really awful for Carl though, gosh I kind of want to run into Carl even though that was extremely morbid. Here’s where my gripe comes in: how the actual hell did Joey not get charged with murder?! The blip in the tape puts Allison’s name over Susie’s, which tells us that this tour could have been happening in the 30s, but had an edit sometimes in the 40s when Allison took over the role of Alice. And given we ALSO have another details from these other employees about how dangerous it was with Gent coming in and pipes bursting, how did this tour keep running? Surely the newspaper HAD to have reported on a tour group getting hospitalized or disappearing, right? No? No we’re just gonna cover the bankruptcy in the late 40s? Okay, okay fine, have it your way. X’‘‘D How the hell did Joey Drew get away with anything? Like the tour stuff is cool, but if we don’t get an explanation for how Joey kept all this ink stuff from getting into the public (seeing as Wilson seems to be the only one that understands what the machine can do when Nathan acquires the brand?! Excuse me what?!), I’m calling this a massive oversight.

Moving onto more physical character stuff, can I just say, I LOVE that Striker comes down from the ceiling now?! Oh my gosh that is so GOOD! Very spidery. I would have hated that in BATIM given the controls just did not feel great for combat, but I hope this isn’t giving Mike too many issues, because it’s a great touch. Also PIPER CAN HURT YOU THROUGH THE MIRACLE STATION?! I’m sorry what?! Also Allison is acknowledging Piper by name?! That’s such a small thing, but like, we only knew what the enemies were called last game because people dug through the game files. We never had this enemy referred to as Piper or Charley, and it is SO NICE to have that. Same with Searchers, thank you Allison for talking about Searchers. I didn’t think I’d be so happy to see Allison, but I’m REALLY HAPPY to see her, she’s been done so much justice in terms of characterization, it’s great to see. Last game she didn’t give us a lot in terms of character development, and the difference within the first two encounters with her here are night and day. My one thing is that her reason for not coming with us feels a little weak, but I get it, for the sake of gameplay and programming the AI, this makes more sense. Girl, you don’t have to take us to your hideout, unless like, the entire upper level is your hideout, but I doubt it is since you wouldn’t be telling us to go there if we shouldn’t be there period. But the nice part is that she’s exploring again when she’s not supposed to, or at least, that seems likely. She’s trying to respect Tom’s boundaries about guests while also going out on her own and getting into trouble, it’s a mixed bag, very interesting. But just, “I’ve got a wolf”, MAN I wanna see Tom! One thing I’m unclear on though, we hear Alice’s humming right around the time we have a run-in with the Piper, and I just, I’m lost. I thought that noise was exclusive to Twisted Alice, so for a moment I thought she was gonna pop up, and then we got Allison. Do they both hum now? That’s interesting. And now we get to the part everyone’s been waiting for: Baby Benders. Okay first of all, I love that Audrey is so smitten with this guy when they first meet. Like she’s scared of everyone else, but the minute she sees this beloved cartoon character and he’s real and alive and adorable, she tries to befriend him, and it’s SO GOOD. I also LOVE the way his facial expressions are handled! That is beautifully animated. He’s SO EMOTIVE?! I was worried he was gonna have the smile plastered on the whole time, but the TEARS IN HIS EYES?! The MOUTH?! BENDY I’M SO SORRY OH YOU POOR BABY! He was so hesitant, and then he opened up and got burned, oh this CHILD! He was just playing with his train, my GOSH! Audrey ya gotta use the other hand next time. So this makes it seem like Bendy isn’t an AI that follows us around, I’m guessing he’ll function more like an NPC that we go and connect with for help if needed? I’m okay with that, that’s a vibe, probably better for less glitches and getting stuck on stuff because of collision detection, since there’s a lot more stuff for a model like his to get stuck on (I’m guessing of course, I don’t do game design). I’m okay with us not having an AI ally this time, though I AM curious about how Porter is gonna work, he still has an opportunity to be something like that or an NPC with quests for us.

THAT BEING SAID- this is where we get into where my theories are being proven wrong. I had speculated a little on Nathan wanting the machine specifically, and preserving Joey’s legacy was just a cover-up, but now I’m not so sure about that. But my bigger theory looks to be pretty close to disproven. So on my theory stream last week, I had speculated that Porter was gonna be the Lost One we saw hung up on the wall like a crucifix, the one we get the pipe from. It seemed like an ideal jumpscare opportunity, for that Lost One to come to life after we pulled the pipe out and spook us with an enthusiastic thank you, and then Audrey would get her special ability that way. But that’s not what happened, it was more like taking the wrench out of Boris’ corpse in the first game. The reason I suspected this lost one might be Porter was because of the feet and the rope. Looking to the feet after someone pointed out how weird they were, I noticed several parts of his model has small indents that looked like the spots where this lost one was impaled. Furthermore, if you look at the rope around Porter, it conveniently covers up the spot where the pipe was sticking out of the wall lost one, leading me to believe it could be concealing an injury. Now, if we say, go back to that area later and he’s not there, or Porter drops some info for us later, then I could still be correct, but I’m not holding my breath. But given we see the ink itself give Audrey the power to banish searchers, I’m led to believe that Porter might function in a similar vein but not the same one. Since we have an upgrade system for health and stamina, and possibly one for the pipe, I get the sense Porter is gonna be key to upgrading our golden abilities so we can do more than just banishment. But for now, we’ll have to wait and see.

Last thing: We had our first run in with the ink demon, and OH MAN that was good, but also, um, LOTS OF QUESTIONS?! One, bro how come YOU get subtitles denoting that you’re the ink demon speaking but Joey doesn’t?! Were Joey’s subtitle privileges just revoked or something? But also, MAN, he has a VOICE now?! And it’s DEEP?! Sir you sound like Venom, I kind of dig that, but I wonder WHY you can speak now. Wilson’s loudspeaker monologue tells us he “tore his body in two,” which, to me leaves a lot of questions. We’ve speculated that our little cartoon Bendy and the Ink Demon could be one and the same, but I also suspect they could be two halves of a whole. Half of me suspected that Wilson might have fused himself with the ink demon so he could be powerful and rule over this place, and I get the sense that could happen still, but I’m feeling it’s less likely. So far I’m leaning towards the two demons being two pieces of a whole, maybe not halves though, maybe more like quarters? I speculated that Joey, Henry, or both might have been used to make our little guy real, and I still think it’s possible, though Bendy’s behavior doesn’t read like either of them from what I’ve seen so far. Man, this is a really twisty thing, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. But this is an ink demon that makes sense for Sammy to worship. If THIS is what Sammy heard this whole time, combined with the dark puddles that gave us the banish ability? Oh that adds a whole other layer of context.

Overall, I’m REALLY EXCITED by how this has gone so far. This seems like a game I would struggle to play, since there doesn’t seem to be a map and I am extremely directionally challenged. But overall? The narrative is alright. It hasn’t been super long, we’re only getting into the second chapter, so I don’t expect to see any major returning characters yet, but I do hope they show up soon. I’m especially eager to see if/how Sammy returns. Given we have a note and a couple of mentions of him, I’m hopeful. I need to know if I was right about something.

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