#which is a fake comic run ofc

[themyscirah]

Oops.

(Accidentally went insane and made a whole character bible page 🫣)

Complete w precrisis and preboot continuity [nothing post 52 bc I haven't read it and also don't hate myself] (plus a section for my hypothetical comic run)

It's all in pencil but I may end up typing it up and digitizing the art we'll see.

#did not mean to stay up that late doing that. it was supposed to be a professional vers of my redesign that i could use for like a pitch #bible of my au. did not mean to make a fake who's who page and infodump but oh well. #ill decide if i should lean more towards canon and maybe redo some things to make it make sense there. or #just go full in and make it a reference for my au #which is a fake comic run ofc #leaning towards the second option here because i live my redesign so much #blah

[anonymousstoryteller2000]

Joe x reader and fans asked Joe about the reader at a comic con and Joe gets all flustered

Thank you🤎

This request is giving me these photos but yeah I will definitely do this one 🤌

Very short and simple fluff✨️

Main masterlist

COMCI CON

You and Joe have been dating for almost 2 and a hafe years now no one was really suppost to know yall were dating but the paparazzi caught you and Joe kissing at a bar while enjoying your time. So that was a really big invade and privacy for you so when those photos got linked on the internet all your fans and Joe's fans went wild most of them were positive comments but half of them were negative and that's what both y'all were scared of so two weeks before Joe went to German Comic-Con you had announced on your Instagram that you and him were officially dating and have been dating your friends and family were there to support but obviously there were negative comments which you didn't pay attention to really because you were happy and didn't care what anyone said Joe didn't really post anything his team just reposted your post from Instagram on his story officially saying he was taken

German comic con

Joe was quite bummed that you couldn't go with him but he did respect it cuz you had a lot of things going on in your work life too Joe was headed off to Germany for German stranger Comic-Con he was going to be there with David Mason Caleb Eduardo and a couple of other people so it was quite nice for him to have company around , Jamie was supposed to go but he couldn't which kind of made Joe a little sad but everything went right at first

Joe had just gotten up to get ready for his day He Wore a gray black striped tuxedo with a light blue button-up shirt and loose black pants with two of his chains on and a promise ring you had gotten him and he slicked back his hair with his comb looking in the mirror once he was done with everything he exited out of the Hotel with Caleb and Mason with him. He met up with David and the rest of the people that were going at the Comic-Con he was a little nervous but excited to see everyone and his fans. He really wished you could have been there with him, but he understood you were busy too with press and photoshoot and upcoming projects

Once Joe got to the event, he went straight away to great every on stage with all his cast mates to introduce themselves to everyone. After that he went to role of people lining up to get his autographs he had really good time with all his fans even someone gave him a lighter with his initial on in with quotes written on the back saying (never change).

After that, he had photos taken with his fan. They were simple, but his favorite was with a girl pretending to take fake shots for the poses .after a couple of hours it was Joe's time to do his panel he was a little nervous cause he wouldn't know what people would ask him and of course it would probably be a question about yalls relationship he was nervous and quiet scared cause of the negative comments on social media but we was hoping it would go well

Panel

He was still nervous but not as much as before he got questions asked like his favorite color or his favorite memories on set or if he liked steve and eddie (ofc he did😫🤌)it's was time for the last questions of his panel and was suprised that no one asked about yall or you untill the last question

Fan:Hi, I'm (idk just make up a name 😭💀)

Joe:Hi, he said while leaning forward, smiling, running his hand on his face

Fan:My question is, how did you and y/n meet, and why do you love her

He was shocked by the question, but he knew it was coming up , but it was even more shocking is when the whole crowd started cheering your name and yelling in excitement.

Joe put the microphone to his mouth, smiling a bit

well I love her very much she everything to me and there's alot of things I love about her like he pause to smile I love her beautiful eyes her smile and the way she laughs and the way she cares for other and supports me no matter what she very loving and veryyyy sexy he says while leaning into the microphone more smiling showing off his dimple while laughing,witch make the whole crowd start cheering and awwwing at the answer but yeah oh he jumps up a bit and we been together for about 2 and a hafe years now almost 3 and hoping for the rest of us living he says smiling again hope that answer your question love he said

Fan:Thank you, and I love yall by the way the fan says, walking off the stage while the crowd claps and cheers and excitement

He was very shocked about all the love he had gotten but very happy about the response, but no matter if it was negative or not, he would never stop loving you.

#joseph quinn x reader #eddie x reader #joseph quinn x oc #joe quinn x you #joe quinn x y/n #joe quinn x reader #joesph quinn #joe quinn #joesph quinn x reader #joe Q

[hobbitsnapes]

The Red Hoods Protègè chapter 22

Older Damian Wayne x ofc

(Photo made by my lovely friend @iamhollows)

A/N: thanks to my lovely friend @geekonaleash, who wrote majority of the letters, I was able to put this out for you guys.

Summary:Red hood has taken a young vigilante under his wing and subsequently changes Damians life forever.

Tags: @comic-nerd-dc c @comic-brew @psychovigilantewrites @psych0crybaby

Weeks go by of the same routine, taking odd jobs and small cases from her father with little to no hiccups.

It was easy, almost too easy. She had taken on the likes of croc and bane just some months ago, now dealing with petty thefts and bank robbers. She longed for the night she could truly test her skills, whether that be in her fighting or brains.

That night came on a chilly November night.

Her heart raced in her chest as she rounded the alley, her body cold to the core from the deep winter air. Hardly any snow lay on the ground, mostly turned to a dark brown slush that made a God awful noise against her boots.

Her legs felt like they would give out any second, having run through the street practically the entire night in the freezing cold.

She spotted a dumpster up ahead, willing her legs to go a bit further. ‘Just a few minutes’ she thought as she sat down behind it.

It was late, nearly 3 in the morning. Having been out since 8, her body freezing cold making any and all energy in her body disapste.

Her heart sank to her stomach when she saw it, making her eyes widen as she got up.

There, at the opening of the dumpster, lay a hand.

She inspected the body for a split moment, to the best of her ability. Having it been thrown in, trash covering it almost completely.

She knows this is a bad idea, but her curiosity gets the best of her as she pulls it from the dumpster, laying it in a heap on the ground.

From the looks of their clothes, or better yet lack thereof, she’s able to tell it's a prostitute. Long blonde hair a tangled mess as her clothes torn.

The most notable wound being a slash to her throat, that bled down to her chest.

The cut wasn’t deep but torn, the skin fraying like ripped denim. A serrated knife, or a sawing motion from a dull blade. She tries not to think of the immense pain that was caused, even with the cut not being very long. They were left to bleed out, or the killer watched as the Poor woman choked and tried screaming out from the pain, only being able to cough up blood.

“What in the?” She whispers when she sees it, a piece of paper?

She grabs for it from under her top, looking it over and, what?

It almost resembled a riddle, her mind flashing momentarily to the green wearing man before she remembered. Riddler never does kills like these, especially with the body being hidden. His is always a show, a way to get attention. This was sloppy, definitely the persons first.

She took one last look to the body, before making a call to the GCPD, telling them the coordinates. She looked one last time at the letter, before folding it, tucking it into her jacket. Well, here’s her chance she’s been waiting for.

She takes a seat at her desk, lamp set on the letter as she peers down at it.

society mocks those who be different, who dwell in the dark like the shadow of a once bright star, only to cry out when the star be a comet, painting the streets in scarlet and ash. You’ll find the next body where care is to be given, but only to let them die in the end.

What does this mean? She thinks as she reads over the words. Who dwell in the dark like the shadow of a once bright star. They must’ve been someone of status of some kind, whether it be from wealth, family or great skill and achievements, who had everything ripped either by their own doing or another.

only to cry out when the star be a comet, painting the streets in scarlet and ash. They must blame others for what happened to them, and subsequently for loosing their status, so they’re desperate for the game and notoriety they were used to, but from whatever trauma they went through, it broke them. Causing immense anger and rage to fill them, warping their mind, thus the killings. They’re so angry at the world, they want fear, and to cause others the pain they must feel the world brought them.

Her heart drops when she hears her door open, shoving the letter into her desk as she turns around.

“Hey you busy at all?” Tim asks, “no why?” She lies, hoping to God that her voice won’t give her away.

Either he didn’t notice, or chose not to ask as he sits on her bed, her joining him immediately after.

They sit and idly chat about their day, but her mind keeps playing over the letter. What does all this mean? Why is-her questions stop when she looks up, seeing him looking at her in question. “You alright?” He asks. “Yeah why?” “You just seem, out of it. You sure you’re feeling alright?” She sighs at this, truly wanting to ask him to help, but in her gut, she knows that’s the easy way out. He would be able to crack it in seconds, fully able to get the profile on the man easily. She wanted to prove to her father that, she could actually do this on her own. Which is why, she had to lie. “Yeah, sorry just really tired. The cold really made tonight way harder.” A soft smile player on his lips at this. “Well then in that case, I’ll leave you to sleep, and maybe look at upgrading your suit to make it warmer. How’s that sound?” Her heart warms at this, a smile on her face. “That'd be great, thank you.” “Hey no problem, I’ve had to do it so many times, it takes me a few days at most.” He chuckles. She pulls him in for a hug, hey arms wrapping around his shoulders before pulling away.

She gets under her covers as he walks out, a smile on his face as he shuts her light out.

She gets up as soon as he shuts the door, walking quietly back to her desk, pulling out the letter.

She knew she had to do this by herself she thought, as she got her notepad out and got to work.

After reading and deciding the letter, she was able to figure out where the next body would be. The Gotham general hospital. And she knew, this body wouldn’t be hard to find.

And she was right, as soon as she finished the few cases her father sent her on, she got straight to making her way to the hospital. For once thankful for the simple missions he would put her on.

She was right to her suspicion, finding the body directly on the roof of the hospital. Sprawled out was a nurse, who was just as gruesome as the last. A stab wound to the heart. Blood soaked her scrubs, making the soft blue a deep, almost blackened purple. Her eyes wide in horror, set like stone to gaze up to the sky.

And as she knew, there was a letter in her pocket.

She quickly grabbed for the letter, calling the GCPD once again, before leaving.

‘An open casket filled with treasures In one sudden move of utmost pleasures. Sweet cries of the poor carer, Thinking someone cared was her error. You’ll find the body where people gather to see history, not knowing history be made there.’

Something happened to them, something that made their fall from fame so breaking, it broke them in the process.

It not only broke them physically, but emotionally. They hated the care from the hospital and the staff. They were strong, powerful, capable. They were hurt and had to get help for a while, something they loathed. They were probably an athlete, relying on their bodies for their fame.

You’ll find the body where people gather to see history, not knowing history be made there. History, a school? No, that’s not right. History, that word stuck out in her mind.

She quickly got out her laptop, and within a few minutes, she found the Gotham Museum of Antiquities.

She turned back to the letter, setting it flat to her desk.

She ran her fingers over the writing, feeling the harsh indents from the pressure of the pen. It was shaky, the deep indents feeling jagged. They were hurt, humiliated by what happened, causing rage to fill them. They felt such anger that, she could feel it in how hard they wrote. This wasn’t a psychopath, no, this was someone deeply hurt, driven mad.

She wrote all this down as she went, setting the papers over her desk in as neat of a pile that she could.

She quickly set it all into her desk, making sure they were all in an order. She had to make sure nobody would come in, or else, they might find all of this.

It was highly irstional, to think that any of them would go hunting in her room. But the fear of them doing so, kept her up most of the night.

She came up with yet another lie, faking being too ill to go out the next night. Her father concerned for the believable cough she let out, finally being calmed once she told him she was going to stay in that night.

She felt bad, truly. She hated keeping not only a secret, but lying to both her father and her best friend. But she knew this would give her more time, and having her soul focus on this one case.

She waited to hear them leave for over 15 minutes before she readied herself, making sure to leave her door locked.

They all at least knew that, if it was locked, not to enter unless emergency, even then, it would have to be the manor burning down.

She climbed out her window, making sure to listed in to where Alfred was before she made the trip from her high window.

‘So this is what most teenagers feel when they sneak out the house.’ She thought as she got down to the cold ground. Snow had finally fallen in a large heap over the city, making her trip to where she hid her bike that morning harder. It’d be a dead giveaway she snuck out if she just walked through the snow, so it took her time to reach the shrub where her bike lay.

Finally managing to get out of the trees surrounding the manor, she made sure to shut any and all tracking devices she wore, before leaving.

“He’s getting bolder.” She whispered as she reached the museum. There, on the front steps of the old building, lay a man. A security guard to be exact.

She walked over to the man, crouching down to the body. Only this time, there was no stab wound to either his throat or to his chest. But blood looked underneath.

She turned the body around, finally seeing where the source of the blood came from. A deep stab wound to the mans upper back, nearly exposing his shoulder and spine.

She groaned out, reaching for her shoulder blades as memories of the healing played in her mind. To this day, any injury to the upper back or shoulders on another person sent her back, back to the worst time of her life.

Another note, placed in his front pocket pocket out.

She reached for it, tucking it into her jacket before standing up.

She froze in place when she saw them, her eyes trained on them as her heart slows. Prints in the snow nearly filled in, but still visible.

She crouched down to them, looking at each one closely.

They were almost filled in, so this had been taken place only some hours ago. Before the heavy blanket of snow hit.

The thing that stood out was the spacing and the pattern. They were jagged, almost slipping looking like.

The man had a limp. She thought, before standing beside them. She walked to recreate the steps, an evident limp in how they went. It was his right leg. Something happened here, and she thinks she knows what.

She sat at her desk, her blanket securely wrapped around her as she peered down to the letter.

‘It all ends with no more laughter, you’ll find the next body where families gather to watch stars be made on a Field, A trophy that can no longer be concealed’

It all ends with no more laughter. He was mocked, or he believed he was when maybe others looked at him with sympathy. In his eyes, it was them mocking him.

Where families gather to watch stars be made on a Field, A trophy that can no longer be concealed.

He was an athlete, had to be. A gasp leaves her lips as it hits her. Her heart drops to her stomach as she reached for her laptop, hurily turning it on as she writes down her thoughts.

Garrett Wilkins, star quarterback of the Gotham Rogues. Well, used to be.

Star in the game, having played it all his life from school to professional. He had everything. Fame, Wellth, everything.

That was until a fateful day in November, as he was walking out of the old museum with his longtime girlfriend, he was shot in the back.

He was able to make outstanding recovery, no longer wheelchair ridden like doctors thought. But he didn’t walk away how he was. He developed a bad limp, causing his team to kick him off.

Last people heard of him, was his girlfriend left him because of a rumored drinking problem.

This all took place 2 years ago.

She ran as fast as her legs took her, nearly falling over due to the thick snow on the ground.

Her heart hammered against her chest as she entered the arena, eyes searching around until she saw it. Her heart sank to her feet, as a pained sigh left her lips.

She thought she could make it in time, hoping, praying that she would be able to get there before him or when he was here. A small amount of hope that, she could save her.

She crouched down to her body, a tear slipping into her mask as a pained whimper left her lips.

She had hoped he wouldn’t have, but she knew, he would kill her.

“I’m so sorry Cass.” She cried, as she closed her wide eyes. Her body a bloody mess, nearly unrecognizable due to the many stab wounds that littered her body.

And again, like it was a call from a screaming Banshee, lay another letter.

Once more my face will grace your screen A star running on a field of green But now and forever my title I reclaim Never will I lose my newfound fame. You’ll find the next body where families go to play, to be surrounded by others as they watch their children’s play.

“God fucking damnit!” She exclaimed as she slammed her hand against her table, tears filling her eyes. She really, truly hoped she could make it in time. But sadly, she knew this would happen eventually. You can’t save everyone she thought.

Her feet carry her all the way to the park, her heart heavy in her chest from the memories flooding back.

She laughs out as he spins her around, nearly making him fall from both their laughter.

Their faces only inches apart as he sets her down, arms still around her as they gaze into one another’s eyes. Hearts beating at a steady rhythm.

Her eyes search around the park, head tilted slightly as she looks around.

There’s no body? Maybe he hid it? No, he definitely wouldn’t. He WANTS them to be found, wants the fame back on him. Hiding the body gives a chance that it won’t be found, a risk he’s not willing to take.

She rounded the corner, walking further into the snow. Where could it be? She thinks, before her heart stops, everything going black.

A sharp slap to her cheek wakes her up, a cry breaking past her lips. “Jesum dude, a safe word would be nice.” She groaned out. “Where is he?” He demands, hand grabbing a hold of her neck. Her hands and legs tied to the chair. Surprisingly, they felt pretty secure.

“Who?” She asks, anger evident in her voice. “I know you work with Red Hood, Batman, all of them! WHERE ARE THEY!” He screams in her face.

She starts laughing, causing him to grow even angrier. “WHATS SO FUNNY!” She can’t help but throw her head back in laughter. “They’re not coming.” His face falls momentarily, before turning angry once again. “What do you mean THEY'RE NOT COMING!” “I mean exactly that. They aren’t because they don’t know you exist. Only I know and that’s only because I found the first body by accident. All you want is the game again Garrett, well guess what, you lost. Not red hood, Batman, fuck even the GCPD know who you are. You, lost.”

He slams his fists into the table beside her, letting out a frustrated scream. “Fine. Well, I guess I can get fame some other way.” He says, grabbing a gun beside him. Her heart drops to her stomach, shutting her eyes as she waits for the bullet. But, the gunshot never came. The sound of the door breaking down and the man falling to the ground screaming drowned out any and all noise.

She hisses out at the burn of the alcohol on her cheek,trying to drown out the thick silence of the room. “You could’ve gotten killed you know. No correction, you were about to be killed before we came.” Says Jason, anger evident in his tone. Her heart pains in her chest as she looks away from her father. She knows he’s only angry because of fear. Fear that his daughter could’ve died.

“I mean how could you be so careless like that! You should’ve been able to hear him! God I fucking trained you better than that!” He yells, arms up in anger. Everyone stays silent as he rants, knowing not to step between them. Memories of how protective he gets with her, none of them dare to try.

“You could’ve died tonight. This is why I’ve only sent you on smaller cases. I’ll be DAMNED if my daughter gets fucking killed because she was reckless!” “Jason, stop it.” Says dick. Everyone’s heads whip to the man, holding their breaths. “Oh yeah, why should I. My daughter almost got herself killed!” “Because you and none of us have any room to talk. We all risk our lives everytime we go out there. You can’t sit here and scold her for messing up. You, me, Bruce, everyone in the room has slipped up at least a dozen times. So don’t stand there and yell at her when what she did was highly impressive, especially where all you taught her was combat.” He says to the younger man. Jason knows he’s right, lowering his head.

“I’m sorry but what? What was impressive?” She asks nobody in particular. “How you were able to figure that out in such a short amount of time.” Says Tim. “I’m sorry what? How was that impressive? And also, how did you guys find me? I turned off all my tracking devices.” She was completely lost. How is that impressive to a room of some of the worlds greatest detectives. And how in the hell did they find her? “I was worried about you. Last I heard from you was you were sick, and I hadn’t seen or heard anything for over a day. So I, went to go check and found you weren’t there. And, you left all your research on the table. I was able to figure out where he lived, and we all just went.” Says Tim. She wasn’t mad, actually grateful. “And to answer your other question, it’s impressive because, Jason never taught you any advanced detective skills. You not only figured out his letters, but where. And, you can naturally profile handwriting. None of us can do that on our own. It took years to even somewhat make a good guess. Which is why, we wanted to ask you something.” She looks at dick in question, trying to figure out what he meant. “We wanted to ask if you’d join us. Be a part of our team.” Says Bruce. She looks at all of them like they’re mad, before she could say anything, her father beat her to it. “They brought it up to me, and I think, it’s a good idea. Dicks right. You’ve got a lotta skill that they could really use. Especially the handwriting thing. Plus, it’ll be good to have others around just in case something happened. It’ll not only make me feel better knowing you’ve got backup, but I know it’ll give you more room to lean. I’ve, been to scared to let you go out and really test not only your fighting, but your smarts. And I’m sorry for that.”

Everyone’s eyes train on her, as they wait for her response. Even Damians eyes look to her. She lets out a sigh, looking to her father first, before to all of them. “Fine. But on one condition.”

“Wait, you're asking what?” “Exactly that. I’ll be a part of your little Scooby gang as long as if there’s no other option, that if it’s life or death for any of us or civilians, I take them out.” She says, arms crossed. “You’ve gotta be fucking-.”Damian says, before Bruce cuts him off. “Fine. But only, if I, or anyone of the others apart from your father give the okay to that.” Damian looks to his father, eyes wide in anger and disbelief. “Are you-“ “deal.” She says, extending her hand out to Bruce. They both shake on it, neither paying attention to Damian. “You’re all okay with this?” He asks, anger still in his voice. “Didn’t you hear what they agreed on? She won’t do it unless one of us says she can.” Says Tim. “And we need her skills Damian.” Dick replies, arms crossed over his chest. “You’re all fucking crazy.” He says, heart beating wildly in his chest, walking away from everyone.

#damian wayne fanfiction #older damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne smut #batman #batfamily #damian wayne #dc #dceu #jason todd #batfam x reader #Jason Todd #red hood #dick grayson #Tim drake #dc imagine

[skaiatemple]

December 23rd is the Festival of Rage!

If you follow as a practitioner of Pop Culture Paganism, a user of Homestuck inspired Chaos Magic, or just want to use your favorite series to inspire you throughout the year, Skaia Temple is your resource center!

Whether you want to just celebrate it on the day, use it as a date for empowered energy, integrate it into your more mundane celebrations, or just appreciate your favorite characters and concepts this month, we have suggestions for whatever path you want to take with us!

Read below the cut for a condensed idea & resource list for this month of Rage!

Aspect Centered Celebrate the Aspect in all its glory if you’re all about on celebrating the Festivals for exactly what they represent: The Aspect and all the traits associated with it.

“Often the Rage-bound prefer anarchy to any of the alternate forms of civilization, which they believe to be riddled with lies and foolishness and obedient masses. They are bringers of confusion and doubt, and they can be frustratingly difficult to convince otherwise when they have attached themselves to an idea.”

This Guide has been the most difficult and also the funnest to write.

Rage is about BEING A N G R Y

Rage is about destruction of what in untrue and unfit for your life! It is revolution and difficult truths and tearing away any facade you’re no longer content with seeing!! Void was about letting go and Rage is about seeing what dumb shit is left and GOING FUCKING HAM ABOUT IT!!!!

Don’t like something? YELL ABOUT IT!!! KICK IT OUT OF YOUR LIFE!! TELL PEOPLE WHAT YOU REALLY THINK AND DESTABILIZE WHATEVER SYSTEM IS KEEPING YOU FROM BEING THE BEST VERSION OF YOU MY WICKED SIBLINGS FUCK Y E A H ! ! ! !

If you like, want to do that, of course. It’s healthy but don’t cause ruckus if you don’t feel safe doing so ofc….

This month if for GOING APESHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Magical Inspiration If you want to use Homestuck concepts more abstractly and need some ideas for what brands of magic would work best for the season, if you have an Aspect or character-themed spell, feel free to send it in so it can be added to this section!

HEX A MOTHERFUCKER. MAKE YOURSELF SOME JINX BAGS TO THROW AT A BITCH TRYING TO HARSHEN YOUR DAY. LEARN SOME LATIN AND SMASH THAT SHIT TOGETHER AND WHISPER IT TO SOME FILTHY KARENS FACE AND WATCH HER CLUTCH HER PEARLS AND RUN TO HER LITTLE INSTITUTIONALIZED CHURCH HOUSE OF L I E S. TELL A SANTA FUCK YOU THIS MONTH. BANISH ALL THEM FALSEHOODS THAT ARE TRYING TO DROWN OUT YOUR GLOW MY TUMBLESTUCKED FAMILY!!!!

Or if you’re more passive just like, cleanse yourself of negative energies. But like- maybe yell while you do it! I swear it’s healthy for you.

HERE is a totally lit analysis of the Rage Aspect to help jiggle your braincells and HERE is a motherfuckin fabulous art project

Integration Route For people in the broom closet who are too timid or anxious to celebrate the Festivals openly- you can always integrate the Aspects traits to fit in with the more common trends and holidays of the month. Not even Hussie is is Homestuck God, no one will mind!

It’s time for Christmas time and Yule! A celebration of all the hope and joy we have even in the coldest of months, all about how no matter how dire the situation is, we can still be lucky enough to find some togetherness and salvation in this time.

OR MAYBE YOU THINK GOD IS A LIL HYPOCRITICAL BITCH AND YOU DON’T G I V E  A  S H I T ABOUT ALL THIS FAKE WHITE CHRISTIAN NUCLEAR FAMILY BULLHUEY. I BET YOU’RE DREADING SEEING YOUR RACIST UNCLE THIS YEAR AREN’T YOU DON’T L I E. YOU DON’T DESERVE THAT SHIT! YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TO PRETEND THAT THIS COMMERCIAL ASSHATTERY IS WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN, AND YOU CERTAINLY SHOULDN’T MOTHERFUCKING BE QUIET ABOUT IT! IF YOUR FAMILY LOVES YOU FOR YOU THEY’RE GONNA SAY “FUCK YEAH MY PSYCHEDELIC PAGAN BLOODKIN YOU LIVE YOUR TRUTH I SUPPORT YOU BECAUSE THATS WHAT PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU DO”!!!!

Or maybe you’re fine with all the festivities and have a loving community you can spend time with! In which case you can also just violently, without shame flaunt how much you love this personal truth of yours. The point is to let your truest emotions bleed, because that’s what’s healthy!!!! Happy Holidays.

Fandom Driven For if you’re not all about spirituality or routine and just want to enjoy going all-out with a beloved story & characters, you can honor the ones of this month by driving full-throttle on the fandom bandwagon.

Rage is the Aspect reserved for the Makaras! Very special boys they are. Whether you find their actions just, misunderstood, or just comically silly. They’re not all bad- even if by that we mean that they’re kinda funny when they’re being all hyper and homicidal. Some people see some guys who’ve been manipulated and taken advantage of at a time where they were most delicate, and some even moreso that their actions could still have meant some of the greatest good for the situation! Or maybe you’re an anxious Terezi kin whose finally on the last gogdamn Aspect guide and your feelings about Gamzee and the Makaras as a whole are very complicated but you also admire an aspect all about anarchy and vicious revolution! And also you’re trying to meet an aesthetically pleasing word-count! Anyway stan respectively the Makaras are funny but not like Great hahaha clown men.

Draw fic, write art- I mean- ENJOY THE MAKARAS! Whatever they mean to you. Even if they mean bad things to you- but don’t like, release your Rage on real people. That’s not what I meant with all the hyper capslock. Please value real peoples experiences and opinions over therapeutic internet shouting. I fucked up. I was so close to not going on an interpretation policing tirade in any of the Guides please DON’T BE WEIRD HAPPY RAGE SEASON IN THE NEW YEAR TAKE THE BROKEN PIECES AND FIND NEW HOPE WITHIN THEM FUCK YEAH…………………… HOMESTUCK

We hope you got some ideas for activities you can do with your friends or otherwise use to inspire and better yourself this month. Everyone plays the game of life differently, and everyone's beliefs are their own. Celebrate yourself as you see fit, and Thanks for Playing with Us.

~Mod Bee

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[coolgirl]

Hey what's Jason's relationship with nocturna? It's the first time I've heard of her😣 and nothing on her wikia mentioned anything about Jason. She seems interesting character and I would like to know more about her.

okay I went. A little insane. Here's a retelling of her pre crisis arc, long as hell  

(this part covers Batman #529 / Detective Comics #363 / Batman #530) ok for some context: it’s pre crisis, meaning this Jason was also a circus boy. He has recently lost his parents, and was taken by Bruce, but isn’t dealing with the loss well, finding himself missing his past life. PLUS Bruce isn’t allowing him to be his partner, and that has him sad as well. 

SO he wants to go back to the circus, since hes lonely and directionless etc.

NOW. ENTER NATALIA KNIGHT! Shes a villain, think.. Catwoman meets Poison Ivy? She’s a thief, but seduces men to do the stealing mostly. 

Her backstory is basically that she was an orphan living in the streets, and met who will then become his adoptive parent Charles Knight when she was 12. When she’s already an adult, Charles gets killed, and she finds out he had big money bags bc he was a criminal. and she said. awn man i like being rich. well. time to do crimes.

she’s rlly into the night and the stars (she was the head of the observatory, which Bruce was funding through his company or w/e)

anyways. she gets away, Jason helps bruce find her (but! bruce wouldnt le him help which rlly hurt jason), and as her and her partner anton are getting away (again) batman catches up to them, but only manages to bring anton to justice, while Nocturna escapes in like. one of those giant balloons idk whats the name

the issue ends with Nocturna/Natalia sending Bruce money for the maintenance of the observatory and with Jason deciding to leave

NOW onto the next part. So in this issue we have Jason escaping home, Bruce going to court against Natalia’s partner Anton, and Natalia just vibing around, and she happens to find Jason running away from home, and they have a conversation in which she tries to convince him to go back home.

but Jason. well.

So Bruce gets back home and Alfred tells him about Jason running away, and bruce, in real bruce fashion, is all like ughg i shouldve listened to him.. well lets go get him. and alfred is like. sir. do i have to remind u u arent his legal guardian yet. u have no right to decide where he stays.

so bruce is like ugh fine. i’ll go patrol then. which he does, and turns out Nocturna was trying to help Anton escape, and well it fails, and she gets captured too. 

and that’s that for Natalia… for now ;)

NOW. this isn’t relevant for Natalia & Jason but again some context. Covers um  covers fuck a bunch of issues. SO. what happens in this time

jason goes back to the circus but is deeply unhappy

he’s still doing detective work. hasnt seen bruce or alfred in a while

alfred visits

case stuff case stuff case stuff it was the clown all along

Jason ends up helping Bruce, since they were both working the same case separately, and they make up

NOW. a lot of shit happens not relevant to nocturna. Jason isnt robin for a while, then he uses Dicks costume, then bruce gets mad at him for that bc its not his costume, so jason uses his own costume, then dick gives him the robin costume, so jason becomes robin. um stuff stuff happens and all it matters is the panel below.

NOW! BACK TO NOCTURNA! 

her comeback arc kinda starts in batman #374, where this lady is like hold on.. bruce wayne isnt jasons legal guardian wtf, is he even fit to have a kid?

so she starts digging around, asking questions 

and shes like yea this is real fishy, give me that kid

so bruce and jason try to behave like uh yes no robin and batman business. let that kid be a kid.

but welp.

and so.. Jason is taken away :( and both of them are heartbroken :( 

but u know what! bruce wayne is one stubborn fucker! and he will fight to have the legal guardianship!

and even if they’re not living together anyomre they’re still the dynamic duo in a way, which like. lol. this lady took this kid away bc she was worried about him but he still ran away.. tch tch tch.

they’re both rlly depressed about the situation

AND THATS WHAT U MISSED ON GLEE!!

NOW. SHES BACK. look at this epic cover

shes now parterning w a dude named nightshade or smth, and he like. rlly wants to hit that, but shes like um pause ⏸️✋my love is the night. the dude, like every other man, is like so im not getting anything from this? fuck u, and leaves. shes like whatevers, ugh how annoying i dont have a partner again & anton is still in prison… &  while shes again chilling she finds out about Bruce trying to legally adopt jason & recognizes jason from the time they talked

& goes to visit him

and theres also this dude, whos not rlly relevant for now, will try to stop bruce from adopting jason which will be relevant later hehe (there's a whole subplot with him and bullock but like it's not rlly relevant to Jason n Natalia) (shrug emoji)

and so. Bruce finds out..

and so the cover becomes a reality, Bruce and Natalia WILL fight in a chuck n cheese parking lot to become Jason’s parent.. and Natalia may try to pull a reverse card on Bruce

and well. Bruce rlly has no chance now does he? and turns out Jason wants this to happen since hes convinced he can unreveal Natalia’s secrets from the inside

and a lil sweet moment between father & son

and then a moment with Amanda, who, in my opinion, did nothing wrong ever

meanwhile Anton comes back, tells Nocturna he killed the dude that was bothering her, and she gets PISSSSEDD OFF shes like u TARNISHED the night by SPILLING BLOOD, u absolute BEAST, Bruce gets there, some weird stuff happens that aged rlly poorly, then Nocturna stabs Anton to save Bruce, turns out she knows hes batman, again shes like marry me to have our son (Jason) and hes like no! and leaves. While Bruce tries to find Anton, Jason is like ive HAD IT i wanna go out, but Natalia stops him

then the next morning Amanda gets her head straight and talks to Jason

but well Jason is hellbent on exposing Natalia from the inside or w/e, and eventually she gets the custody, even if Amanda tries to convince him and the judge Bruce is a better choice (since she noticed Jason clearly favors him and was in pain when he wasnt at the wayne manor)

and everyone is coddling Bruce which im adding bc its cute and i miss this relationship Bruce had with Vicki and Julia 

MEANWHILE, at the knight house. mad hatter is a a weird creepy rat bastard n tries to get control of Natalia & get the information of her brain or smth. Batman gets there & we get a Batman vs Controlled nocturna fight and then Robin also arrives and its Batman & Robin vs Nocturna, but B tells Jason to focus on getting Mad Hatter, which he does and then gets Nocturna back to normal whatever, and she again asks Bruce to marry her, which hes again like no thank u! the issue ends with this page which is rlly sweet imo

next up Anton is back but it doesnt matter rlly. a woman is tending to him, n because shes blind hes like. im batman. yeah. and she believes it. 

AND then Jason is formally adopted by Natalia

Jason is still trying to find proof that shes evil, and they share a moment. 

but jason is like. gotta fight crime! and so Natalia is like well i tried. wanna go be robin a bit?

Batman & Robin go after mad hatter, and then Nocturna joins them bc shes epic

and takes jay home bc its a school night smh

Natalia & Jason spend some time together but Jason still doesn’t warm up to Natalia which like. makes sense since shes a villain and all that, but she tries nevertheless

and then everyones most hated bitch comes back (Yes, anton) n he attacks Natalia, and then Jason when he hears the ruckus and goes to help

but gets a chop

but! Bruce was just on his way to visit them so 

fight fight bruce gets shot in the head n gets amnesia and thinks the dude anton shot & killed was him

Anton swaps their costumes n makes Bruce believe that Anton is batman not him? or smth

afterwards Jason blames himself

and him & Natalia team up to find Bruce which includes.. carrying a corpse around

for three days (well. nights) anton just runs around stealing n shit dressed as batman, n bruce is. literally chilling on a rooftop. alfred is losing his mind bc !? jason hasnt contacted him!? about what happened!? but Julia comes home and comforts him

gotham is a lil in chaos with gordon vicki vale n bullock being suspicious, and the girl who was helping anton finds the stuff he stole and realizes hes not batman.

on the fourth night Jason n Natalia find Anton

n they fight him

but Anton gets the upper hand w Nocturna so Jason jumps in to defend her

and then Nocturna defends Jason bc thats his baby

but Anton doesnt get like. killed w that ofc, and hes like fuck u i’ll kill u one day but when the kid isnt here and after batman has fallen, bye (throws jason from building)

and Natalia reagroup n well.. some things are said

bc like even if Nocturna is helping shes a villain.. right? (thinking emoji)

meanwhile Bruce finally got his mind back. not important. who cares. the lady who was helping Anton goes to the police to tell them about Anton/fake batman dun dun dun. but Anton finds out and knocks out the policeman who went w the girl (Tina!) to check for proof n shit.

and guess whos back! amanda!

back to new dynamic duo

so Jason the little rascal (can i say hes a rascal when hes doing the hero thing n trying to expose a criminal?) goes looking for proof that Natalia is Nocturna n stuff, and finds some stolen things

1. singsonging.. hes such a little shit lmaoo, 2. she was worried… pause…

anyways. they have a confrontation 

in which Natalia swears shes reformed, but Jason doesnt buy it, and is like. im gonna get gordon! and Natalia is like.. do what u think is best

but. he can’t do it..

n hes like. well shes not bad anymore.. i wish i could go back to bruce without sending her to prison which… please development..  n natalia DOES want his love..

AND THEN! BRUCE IS BACK! and he teams up with Nocturna to find Anton, but its just their luck Amanda sees them

they do sm stuff not relevant and then Bruce is like go back to ur son now, and Natalia is like.. OUR son :)

well whatever whatever they get Anton, Bruce goes back to being Batman, they clear his reputation, Jason goes back to the manor since Amanda saw Natalia, etc

(he munches he crunches) also im gonna add this that isnt relevant bc its just so funny, buenos dias alfred

anyways stuff hapens, like idk 14 issues without nocturna, the most important bit that happened is that selina is back. which she was gone. yeah. but shes back and around.

ANYWAYS! 15 issues later! shes back! some dudes entered her old observatory n were vandalizing and she was like hold up

meanwhile we have Jason calling amanda bc he well.. misses his mom and as much as he loves bruce and hes his dad its not the same for some reason

jason in every universe: i miss my mom i want my mom :(

at school Jason overheards some kids talking about Natalia in the observatory

Jason goes looking for Natalia n turns out Bullock was also trying to see what was happening in the observatory, so they kinda team up for two whole panels to find her

but Jason is like im not telling u shit.. n goes w Natalia on his own

google always taking pics

n they share a moment ;_____;

n theyre reunited.. now ur gonna have to excuse me bc i didnt download the high quality of the next tec issues n all the download links are sadly broken

but… what about natalia?

then bullock finds them

well bullock lets her go n while retelling the stuff to gordon he has.. a theory

meanwhile Nocturna.. well Nocturna is back at it again, taking charge of a band of thieves.. sigh. 

anyways, they talk, theres something weird happening w the sky that may mean the world is ending or smth, and they make up AND make out

n they have a talk thats basically like. what now? should we be together? well depends if ur still gonna steal. i need funds to get the observatory back in track (HELLO BRUCE IS RICH HE COULD PAY IT..) and hes like oh so ur gonna be a thief again.. and shes like well havent u noticed im only stealing from corrupt rich politicians!? (QUEEN) n theres this gorgeous shot

n then they go their separate ways bc its fucking batman

anyways. Selina was also investigating the group of thieves (that were like black masks old gang but he was sent to prison so Nocturna took over etc) and she sees Nocturna leaving and follows her to the Observatory but.. Jason is there too

Selina wants her GOOOONE she needs to clear her name but Jason is like. over my dead body

n well ……. the girls are fightinggggggggggggggggggggggggg

but Bruce intercepts

n now Batman n Catwoman fight and its like the girls are fightingggggg… 2! but doesnt matter look at them

and then Selina gets struck by lightning

n then theres a earthquake bc god what a damn comic, and the observatory collapses, and Natalia is trapped inside

anyways Selina is in the hospital, Anton is still killing people and knows where she is and is trying to get to her, and this little scene happens with Jason n B

n while Bruce stays with Selina Jason goes to find Natalia which is so funny like. she went to Natalia, his mom, when Bruce told him to go home and well– we al know that story.

n now its a race to get to Natalia before Anton gets to her

n its rlly sad bc like Natalia is ready to die

n 

but both Bruce n Jason are trying to reach her

and here comes Jason!

AND LIKE. the fact she wants to live after all bc of Jason rlly makes me emotional not gonna lie! not gonna lie!

and no offense but a mother’s love………………………………….. no thoughts head empty

first of all i hate anton so fucking much. secondly here comes batdad..

n Jason tries to help Natalia escape and then get back to Bruce who is getting his ass kinda kicked

guess whos coming in that helicopter.. selina freaking kyle.. the legend.. and she helps Bruce with Anton. 

I REALLY DONT GET THIS TBH LIKE. he puts her into the giant balloon so she can get away but like shes hurt buddy shes gonna die up there.. 

and. shes gone.

n Jason is absolutely devastated

n like. Bruce. as always. is like ok champ i see u got it in control, lmk when u wanna go home

LIKE HES SO SAD.. OF COURSE HES SAD THAT WAS HIS MOM....

And thats. pretty much it. Natalia is gone. 

However Jason still grieves her, and when Bruce and Selina are trying to get back together and... hes not a big fan of their relationship.. at all. But bruce tries to pair them up so they can become at least friends, since he loves them both and doesnt want to like. pick between his son and his lover

and they make a fine team, even if Jason grieving Natalia and how Selina doesnt want to take her place is brought up a couple times :(

and it gives it a bittersweet ending to the arc

and well. thats it. thats the Jason and Natalia dynamic.

Natalia reappers later post crisis but well w/o her connection to Jason.. and i really dont wanna talk about the version of her that appears in batwoman comics LOL.  

conclusion: natalia was a bad lady, who at first wanted to use jason to get money from bruce, but then she had a change of heart, and development and became a kind of anti hero? well not antihero just.. she was trying her best man. i wish she hadnt disappeared like she couldve stayed relevant to jasons story without having to be romantically with bruce? bc if u read her comics u can see that she was killed off/voided for batcat to comeback which... typical batcat! anyways. i think she genuinely loved and cared for jason and that jason loved her and cared for her right back :( 

#Anon #long post #jason todd #natalia knight #I think a lot of stuff about super early nocturna didnt age well BUT. IT GOT RETCONNED!! and she got a deserved redeption arc i think

[duketectivecomics]

Hey I was wondering if you know the official order of bruce gaining all the kids including harper, Barbara, and stephanie? I know its Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian but where does the other 3 and duke and cass fall in? Tia!!

So I’m gonna assume that you mean the order in which they get adopted, since finding First Appearances is one of the easier things to google for any character. (Getting First Appearance issues afterall is part of the reason some comics retain their value, so it’s usually well documented when a character first shows up. Side note: DCUguide is an excellent resource if you’re looking to comb through appearances for characters, although I’d also recommend asking for reading lists from other fans, since usually those have been curated down to essential storylines only)

I tried to provide actual issue #s where I could, but a lot of the time in comics, it’s usually something that’s dropped or hinted around or casually mentioned rather than outright boldly stated.

Also some of these characters span DECADES and their histories change depending on continuity. So I tried to account for that where I could.

But also canon is fake and everyone in fandom cherry-picks anyways so yknow. Keep THAT in mind too.

Before we dive into this, I wanna have a quick convo on what Legal Guardianship vs Adoption is.

While guardianship includes some of the same responsibilities as adoption, it also comes with a few key differences, such as allowing any living parents (also possibly any living relatives) to contest the guardianship. Adoption would make the child fully and solely the potential parent’s responsibility, and would nullify any legal ‘say’ that the biological parents may have. Also of note, is that  guardianship does not allow the child in question a claim to inheritance unless the guardian specifically wills it to them, as there is again, a bit more of distance that is placed between the child and guardian, as more of a mentorship is expected to take hold. One way to look at it is that adoption is permanent (& usually a longer drawn out process bc of that), while guardianship can be more legally flexible.

With that out of the way, let’s start~

Dick: pre-flashpoint/52, it’s stated often that Dick was actually Bruce’s ward, that Bruce has legal guardianship over Dick. I know this is a nitpick and doesn’t matter bc it’s usually retconned/ignored in favor of Dick being adopted. But I think it’s a fascinating point of potential contention nonetheless. especially given the historical reason, that it was absolutely unheard of at the time for a single man to adopt a child, but no one would bat at eye if he was taking Dick in out of a sense of altruism & duty. Contract this with decades later, when he DOES appear to adopt Jason outright, which puts some friction in place between Dick & Bruce. and well, you’ve got a whole story & conflict to explore right there.

Barbara: Usually dons the Batgirl cowl after Dick becomes Robin (the only exception to that was The Batman (2004) cartoon and it was absolutely galaxy brain of them honestly) She has her own Dad though (idk if y’all know him? Jim Gordon? Yknow? The Commissioner?) so she doesn’t get adopted. She’s considered a core batfam member mostly in the sense that she’s been there so long and esp as she makes herself absolutely essential when she becomes Oracle. She has never, and will likely never be adopted by Bruce (bc again. W h e n is that gonna come up? When Jim dies? L m f a o)

Jason: pre-crisis it’s assumed from the go I guess? I could only find slight confirmation and ended up finding more info that there was a custody battle and that Bruce would won Jason back officially in Detective Comics #548. post-crisis, Jason’s history is redone, though & I remember his adoption being touched on, but could not for the life of me find a particular issue. N52/Rebirth it’s simply assumed from the go as far as I’m aware.

Tim: Batman #654. This was after his father died, though he’d been Robin at this point for at least a decade. For n52/Rebirth as far as I can tell he’s also been outright adopted by Bruce (though I think he’s parents were still alive but in Witness Protection? Idk. I haven’t read at all for Tim’s history there so take that with a heavy grain of salt)

Steph: another one who is not adopted (Crystal Brown is very much alive and taking care of Steph (barring the time Leslie Thompkins squirreled her away after faking Stephs death BUT)) She does show up pretty soon on Tim’s tail when he starts as Robin. Again, she’s considered a staple of the family because of how long she’s been involved with them. I like to think of her like Kimmy in Full House. She’s a Good Friend who’s Constantly Showing Up and is one of the family through mutual agreement on everyone’s part.

Cass: Batgirl (2008) #6, though like Tim, Cass had been Batgirl for nearly a decade at that point in continuity. She’s shown and stated many times that she considers Bruce a father/father figure and likewise that Babs, who had been mentoring her, was the closest she has to a mother. In n52/Rebirth, I have yet to see or hear about official adoption for her, but again. We usually ignore canon on that part anyways. I mean they made her into Orphan so uhhhh. Not super great yknow?

Damian: since he is biologically Bruce’s, it’s never really addressed as far as I’m aware (I have yet to read Damian’s appearances Altho he’s next on my Robin list). I personally think it’d be interesting to explore the fact that he was likely born outside of the country and what that means for Bruce gaining legal custody & whether or not Talia would contest that? I’m sure there’s probably SOME thinkpieces about it out there, but I’ll search for them on my own time eventually

And now we’re getting to *drum roll* Harper and Duke!

Harper: her appearances are mostly kept to the n52 runs, though with Tynion returning to Detective, it’s likely she’s coming back into Rebirth soon. She’s a unique case where, due to her abusive home life, she emancipated herself and took her brother, Cullen, with her. Neither she nor her brother were adopted by Bruce, and as far as I’m aware/understand, they’re fine with it that way. I know Stephanie was living with them at some point (it’s dropped in Batman & Robin: Eternal at least?), so I certainly think it would have been nice if DC also brought them into the fold like Steph. Just a couple of kids who are Really Good Friends with the family and continue to insert themselves in batfam business lmao

Duke: I actually addressed this fairly recently here! Duke’s guardianship (bc like Dick, Duke is not outright adopted by Bruce, likely to afford Duke’s parents the opportunity to regain custody should they recover from Joker’s toxin) its a little more up in the air at this point in Batman & The Outsiders. Since Bruce is very clearly taking both him and Cass away on globetrotting adventures. It would make things EASIER ofc if he is under Bruce’s guardianship. But given that it’s not really addressed, it’s led most of fandom to simply assume it instead. And really? Considering that DC themselves probably doesn’t realize that they’ve written themselves into this corner, it probably won’t be fully addressed or recognized anyways.

So to answer your first question actually: Babs, Steph, and Harper? Not adopted, likely never will be, but they ARE interspersed fairly regularly in the line-up. Everyone else? Varying degrees of being under Bruce’s guardianship if not outright adopted.

We’re all happy that they’re here, though!!! And we love and appreciate them ALL.

#batfamily #fandom stuff #asked and answered #silencespeaks10 #randywrites #today on: randy googles it! #ive read quite a bit of batfam stuff but there were some things i did have to google again to confirm #and as always i highly recommend reading for urself when you can! #but here's the best tl;dr that i can give for the time being! #long post #<- for mobile users OOOOF its long

[heyyy-hey-babyyy]

The Way This Ends

Chapter 1 

Summary: A few years into the Apocalypse Y/N, Sam, Dean, and Lo were surviving the best they could. When one of the members of the group is taken, the hunt begins to get everything back to normal. Or as normal as it could possibly be.

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader (platonic), Dean x OFC

WARNINGS: Canon-typical violence, mentions of assault

2150 words.

Supernatural/Walking Dead AU

The death and destruction hit hard and fast. Before anyone knew what was happening, the dead were walking, and the world was reacting as the movies always told us. The walking dead were dangerous, but the more dangerous part was the fighting human to human. A few years in and people could handle the walkers, but a group of looters and men with automatic weapons were a whole other story.

You had been with the Winchesters since the beginning. Hunting with Sam and Dean long before the apocalypse and falling for Sam long before that. He finally made his move one dreary Saturday while you were lounging after a particularly rough hunt. He was adorable and nervous trying to tell you that he liked you and you ended up wrapping your arms tight around his neck and pulling him toward you in a deep kiss. The two of you had been inseparable ever since.

Life was normal, a new hunt every week, falling asleep in Sam’s arms every night, when a much more unknown foe reared its ugly head. Before any of you knew what was happening outside, the bunker was locked down tight one afternoon and you all knew it was something bad. Alarms blaring, you all tried desperately to contact anyone outside to find out what was going on, Dean’s occasional shouts into his phone the only sound other than the blaring alarm. You had all tried for an entire day to figure out what was happening and to try and open the door. Weeks passed without any answer. But eventually, with food running low and the power out, you all had to move on, regardless of what was creeping outside. Grabbing every weapon you could think of and all of the gas out of the cars in the garage, you packed up Baby and hit the road, running over your first zombie straight outside of the bunker’s garage. It was just the three of you on the road for weeks, just driving.

That was where you met Lola. Hitching a ride with us one afternoon while hiding from some looters, she jumped into the backseat with you and never left. Preferring to be called Lo, her spunky and sassy personality was entertainment for everyone and all three of you hunters fell in love with her instantly. But no one as hard as Dean. The two of them fit together like long discarded pieces of a puzzle, and the four of you quickly became a force to be reckoned with. And above all, for the first time in anyone’s life and despite the dead walking, you all were truly happy. That is, until the day Lo was taken.

It was supposed to be a simple run. You four went on them all the time, often splitting into groups of two to get in and out quickly. But for this one, Dean wanted all of us to go so we could split up once we got to the strip malls and search individual stores. Sam had heard over his handheld walkie that this particular area was full of looters, so stealth was going to be key and  leaving Baby at our small compound was decided. The walk wasn’t far, but with inadequate shoes and tired limbs it felt like much longer.

You had all walked for a while before anyone spoke.

“I’m not usually one to complain,” Lo started earning smirks from all of us. She looked around before smacking Dean playfully on the shoulder when she saw his look of ‘you complain constantly.’ He ruffled her hair lightly and put his arm around her shoulder earning her brilliant smile in return.

“But!” She continued loudly. “This sucks. Normally I’d be passed out in Baby getting some much-needed beauty rest.” Lo sent a fake pout toward you and Sam, and you giggled, Dean rolling his eyes a smile playing at his lips.

Lo was a natural beauty with long brown hair and olive skin that highlighted bright green eyes that made Dean’s look dull. The idea of her needing beauty rest was comical to say the least. But everyone was exhausted from the last couple of trips. The bags under Sam’s eyes began to resemble bruises and you were pretty sure he was sneaking part of the small meals the group shared onto your plate when you weren’t looking. You poked him gently in the ribs feeling how skinny he was, earning you a look of confusion in return. You simply shrugged and kept walking, making a mental note to find a few candy bars or something to sneak to both Sam and Dean. The boys took good care of you and Lo, but they needed to take care of themselves as well.

Dean and Lo were talking up ahead, Dean heading forward to trip a walker heading toward us. It fell with a grunt and Lo quickly drove her machete into its’ head. You smiled at how well they worked together, even though the scene was rather depressing. Death followed the small group everywhere, and everyone agreed early on to find some light in the darkness.

Even though it was more dangerous to be such a small group, you all hadn’t tried to find more survivors since the last time. About a year ago, you four stumbled upon a cul-de-sac with survivors living deep within the houses. The leader decided we were okay to stay for a while, and a month later you four were still there, the cul-de-sac group not willing to give up Sam and Dean too easily. However, when a few of the men were a bit too friendly with you and Lo one afternoon when Sam and Dean were out on a run, the boys had us packed and on the road as soon as they got back. We had been on our own ever since. It was safer this way anyway.

You had reached the small strip mall parking lot, which was deserted save for a few long-abandoned vehicles. The black tar asphalt reflected the sun back harshly, and you began to lag behind as the heat took you over. Sam stopped with you for a second, giving you a quick drink from his water bottle when the bullets began to fly, the harsh ping of bullet on gravel startling you. Sam grabbed you roughly by the waist and pulled you to dive behind the nearest car to avoid the spray of bullets, you scrapping your hands roughly on the asphalt and banging your head against the car, causing stars to cloud your vision. Sam reached into this waistband and pulled out his gun, crouching low and glancing around wildly for who was shooting. He focused on you quickly and grimaced noticing your skinned hands and knees, but you just shook your head at him to tell him to worry about it later. You could see Dean and Lo behind a car up ahead, Dean with his gun out and Lo with her machete out and at the ready waiting for the next assault. Sam and Dean caught eyes, and Dean made a motion forward, indicating to his brother to head toward the threat. Sam looked at you anxiously and you nodded, getting to your feet, ready to run toward Lo and the other car.

The next few moments happened in slow motion for you. Dean and Sam headed forward quickly toward where they figured the threat was coming from, when a dark tinted van pulled up beside Lo and you, barely coming to a stop before the door was flying open and two strong arms grabbed at you and Lo roughly. Before you could react, you were being pulled into the backseat, both you and Lo fighting against the men holding onto you tight. The strangers grip on you was bruising and he let one of your arms go as soon as you were in the vehicle and dug it into your hair wrenching your head back.  

“Sam!” You yelled as loud as you could, and you saw Sam and Dean turn around up ahead and begin to fire at the van. The man holding you took out a knife as you kicked and shoved at him, not allowing him to get close to the van door to close it, but the van began to drive anyway. With one more heavy kick, you shoved the man away and fell backwards through the open door, clutching for Lo’s hand before you landed roughly on the pavement, the van continuing to speed away as Sam and Dean fired at it desperately. You went to stand and run after the van when a blinding pain shot through your lower abdomen, just above your hip bone. You looked down and saw the hilt of the knife the man was using moments ago sticking out of your body, and blinding pain shot through you, causing you to lay back roughly onto the hot blacktop, while Dean and Sam continued to fire and yell.

“Lo!” Dean screamed desperately one last time as the van tore through the parking lot toward the road we just walked from. Dean dropped to his knees clutching at his short hair, as he watched Lo continue to fight desperately from the open van door you had just fallen out of, before another man slammed it closed, and the van disappeared from sight.

From your position on the ground you turned your head weakly to glance at Dean on the ground and Sam who placed a hand over his mouth in shock. You reached a hand toward him as your body continued to burn, when you realized they must not have seen you fall out of the van.

“Sam.” You tried weakly, as the wound in your lower half continued to bleed. You watched the boys while in complete misery, desperate for them to turn toward you. Desperate for Sam to tell you everything was going to be alright. Taking in a huge gulp of air, you prepared yourself to yell.

“Sam!” You tried again as loud as you could, making your head throb, and you cried out in pain again. Sam turned suddenly locking eyes with you laying on the ground across the parking lot before he began sprinting toward you, his hands coming to rest on either side of your face.

“Y/N. Oh my god, baby, where are you hurt?” He asked, his voice and words going a hundred miles a minute, while staring demanding into your drooping eyes. You glanced down with your eyes, and Sam’s landed on the hilt of the knife sticking out of your leg.

“Okay. Okay, it’s okay.” He muttered to you comfortingly as his hands moved to your leg and you let out a yelp of pain when his hands gripped the area around the knife. “I know. I know it hurts, but I have to try and stop the bleeding baby.” He looked at you desperately as you began to cry, tears leaking out of your eyes. “Dean!” Sam shouted over his shoulder at his older brother. “Please!”

Shaking himself out of his stupor, Dean rushed over after hearing his brother’s call and dropped down to his knees next to you two, taking in the scene. You could see how bright his green eyes were, and saw the trace of tear tracks on his dusty cheeks.

“Hey,” he began, brushing a tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “There’s my fighter. It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. We’re going to get you out of here.” He words were being drowned out by the groan and moan of walkers emerging from the woods responding to the gun fire. He glanced around quickly looking for their exit plan.

“Dean,” you started, watching as his eyes darted back and forth from your leg to the walkers trying to decide how to get you out of here. “I’m so sorry, Dean.” You tried again, your voice barely above a whisper. “I tried to grab her hand when I fell.” You were crying openly now, thinking of Lo’s face and where she was right now. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh, Y/N.” Dean stated, taking over pressing to your wound for his brother as Sam’s hands returned to your face smoothing your cheeks comfortingly.

Dean looked off into the horizon staring at the walkers before speaking. “We’re going to get her back, Y/N. We are going to get her back.”

Read chapter 2 here! 

#spn spoilers #SPN FANDOM #spn fanfiction #spn crack #SPN #SUPERNATURAL SPOILERS #Supernatural fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #dean x ofc #sam x reader #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #twd #twd fanfiction #apocalypse #apocalypse fanfiction #dean winchester #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x you #Sam Winchester

[jake-marshall]

Creamsicle Comicon AU

Alrighty so I’ve seen a couple posts flying around about how Larry would encourage and adore Freddy’s fanboy nerdiness, which!  Yes!  Absolutely! and even the idea of them going to a Con together which is equal parts adorable and hysterical (especially if there were cameos by the other Dogs). But my brain’s gone an entirely different direction and it’s been the only thing I’ve been thinking about all damn day.    So what if it wasn’t Creamsicle going to the Con but meeting at the Con. All under the cut bc it got long

Freddy is, of course, himself.  A cop, yeah, but moreso a big fcking geek and so he goes to all 4 days of this con (I’m basing it off of SDCC even tho I’ve never been and my only experiences with cons are those of the sports variety but anyway).  So, he’s not undercover, or anything.  He’s just there, as one would be. As for Larry, even though I’m under the impression that Joe’s jobs involved robbery of objects versus cold hard cash, I could probably spin it either way for this.    There’s a silent auction on the last day of the Con and this’ll be a haul if (when) they pull it off.  Huge.  Or, again, I could go with the idea that they steal the items but I’d have to think about it more. Now, to get into the Con, Joe has Larry and, either Eddie or Brown as his partner.  I’m leaning towards Eddie bc I want Vic to show up in the fic at some point as a cameo, and also Eddie would be more suspicious/heated about Freddy and the eventual revelation that he’s a cop, imo.  Although I don’t believe Joe would put Eddie on a job that would directly put him in danger, Eddie would be at the con to be an extra set of eyes and ears, and because I think he (or Brown) is most believable as knowing a thing or two about comics/sci-fi/the characters. So, that’s important because.  Larry is there basically with the stolen identity of a big name collector/seller of [insert x comic here].  This guy - tentatively I’m naming him Al White, in reference to Larry’s canon aliases (and therefore making Larry “Mr. White” in this, lol) - is from states and states away (maybe Wisconsin, like Larry is?) and has no family, and is a notorious recluse - no one even knows what he looks like, he just mail orders all his collectibles.  The catch with Larry needing to be the one to pose as this dude is because of his age -  someone as young as the other Dogs (well, except Blue but this is a creamsicle fic so naturally I go with Larry) would not be the logical choice as an imposter. So this guy, this Mr. White, this is going to be the first time he shows his face at a public sort of function.  He’s looking to sell a ton of his items and in doing so is going to appear at SDCC (or LACC I guess whatever).   But, you ask, how would Larry and Eddie obtain these items and also do so without alerting him to what they’re doing?  Simple.  Kill him (or maybe Joe hires someone else to kill him so Larry’s not there when it happens, than have the stuff shipped to the LACC directly, which would make sense if this guy was a recluse, for him to have as little interaction as possible).  Ditch the body.  Make up fake IDs/steal his identity. No one will be any the wiser. As for Larry and Freddy meeting, it’d be the Preview Night, when those who attend all 4 days get the opportunity to check out the exhibit hall to see what would be available.  Larry is still setting up and intends to lay low for most of it anyway, so as not to draw attention or raise suspicion due to the fact he doesn’t know jack shit about this kinda stuff.  Eddie’s given him a crash course on what he should definitely know but he’s just like praying for this thing to end so he can get the loot and be done with this job. Freddy would obviously be drawn to this stand, with tons of other people.  He’d be, not star struck, but just like, in awe and in his element and would strike up conversation with other people there about the items.  Larry is there and since no one knows what Mr. White looks like (and maybe his ID lanyard is hidden or turned around that anyone can’t see it), none of the other con-goers realize that this is The Guy - they just think he’s there helping set up or whatever.  But he listens closely to Freddy and tries to pick up some of this info of the comic shit that he should file away if he wants to keep the front up, and of course  he thinks this kid is a trip and a half, but in a good way.  Maybe for all his enthusiasm, gives him a little freebie from the collection and Freddy is like hell yeah, whoa... wait a minute, you can’t do that, what will Mr. White think if you give away this shit for free?    And Larry would introduce himself as this Mr. White.  Freddy would just be like wow whoa the man the myth the legend... didn’t think he’d look like you /smirk/ Larry like, in good humor, what in the fuck is that supposed to mean? Freddy tries to play it off like, haha nothin just ah ya know you’re not how I pictured him - look pretty good for a shut-in hermit, I guess. ANYWAYYYYY that’s most of what I got except for over the next few days leading up to the heist they get to know each other lol except for Larry finding out Freddy is a cop. That doesn’t happen bc Freddy is not gonna just like, divulge that kind of info, so he just says he “works for the city” (Larry surprised he even has a job at all, lol). Also them going out to a bar the night before the heist is to go down (so they meet on a Wednesday, this night out is a Saturday, and they’ve hung out several times already).  And finally shit goes down and they make out like teenagers in the men’s room or something equally unsavory - but then it’s interrupted by something going on in the bar.  A fight, altercation of some sort (I could probably put Mr. Pink in here as a cameo, getting his ass beat for running his mouth - maybe by a waitress LOL nah jk) and it turns really loud and violent.  Both Larry and Freddy would try to break it up?  Larry gets hurt and Freddy announces himself as an officer and is able to descalate the situation and call for backup to have the guy arrested but ofc Larry’s hurt and he’s like oh shit dude you’re hurt we gotta get you some medical attention (another movie ~homage~) but all Larry can say in response is, “You’re a cop?” And Freddy, like, “Yeah... I’m a cop...”

I have no idea what I want to do after this.  I want a happy ending for the boys and the best thing I can think of is if Vic does show up later as a replacement to Larry (because Eddie’s aware of Larry hanging out with Freddy and if he finds out he’s a cop, well... Larry would be in deep shit and Joe would absolutely take him off the job, but then I think Larry would feel he needs to hurt/kill Freddy so like...idk).  And if Vic actually does attempt the heist but also threatens  civilians in the process, then (almost) like the movie, White would take him out? (lol but I want vic and eddie to be “happy” in this too in the background so idfk i’m just literally rambling into the void). BUT YEAH THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT ALL DAY.  suggestions welcome!

#reservoir dogs #creamsicle #mr. white #mr. orange

[softgrungeprophet]

it’s that time again. time for me to be annoyed/frustrated at the comics that came in the 20-teens that simultaneously responded directly to the 2000s, followed in the 2000s’ continuation, but completely glossed over and ignored the very serious topics that were brought up. and then we get the fucking 2018 run which does NEITHER and just seeks to make it worse for shock value without being even remotely thoughtful about anything it does! wow.

we could have had some really interesting growth for eddie and the symbiote’s relationship by honestly addressing things like eddie’s illness, hypocrisy as anti-venom, his status as a victim of abuse, and so on...

of course i know if i say “eddie is a victim” people will get hissy but like.... i’m not saying he’s an innocent blameless baby who was manipulated into being the weirdo he is... i’m just saying... he’s a victim of abuse. he’s been taken advantage of a lot. almost any help he’s received has required some kind of reciprocation.

he’s a shithead and he went off the deep-end after new ways to die because remender’s version of eddie fucking sucks, he’s smug and weird and violent, and also he’s been neglected and tortured and abused and experimented on and he needs therapy and blah blah blah

he’s also not some fuckin accidental drunk driver who was hit into thinking he’s innocent. that’s so fucking--jeez. everything about these retcons donny has been doing miss the point even more than the comics he says he loves so much. it’s wild. like i don’t like new ways to die OR new ways to live, remender’s run was okay but i hated the way he wrote eddie, marvel knights spider-man just sucks in general, the hunger 03 also sucks, but like they do feed into each other in a way that.... sort of makes sense....

i just wish there was a way any of the comics would have said, “hey look there are some ways in which eddie is a victim but there are also some ways in which he needs to take responsibility for his actions”

but that kind of nuanced take is impossible for the way these comics are put out and canceled and retconned and so on forever.. it’s so ... ugh.....

the hunger 03 sucks... it also influenced over a decades’ worth of Venom comics including costa’s in its own weird way.... and i just wish we could simultaneously be like, Yes the symbiote is not inherently evil or corrupting but Also it did abuse Eddie, and Yes Eddie has been treated poorly for a great deal of his life and Also is a motherfucker who needs to be held responsible for his actions.

Is this hypocritical to be like, “can we address the 2000s” while also saying “2018 run is not valid”

in my defense even the shitty 2000s were like a continuity and didn’t try to fully retcon every single aspect of venom lore that ever existed (tho it sure did plenty of retconning....) whereas the current run... is doing exactly that....

of course this goddamn run will probably also influence the following comics unless the next writers retcon the retcons or like, ignore it and it gets put into its own earth or something. idk. like no one really counts dark origin right? and that works cause it also had a negligible influence on the rest of the comics. but like, the bad hunger had a very lasting impact on the comics. so i guess we just hope that donny cates, despite currently selling super well, does not actually influence any of the comics that come after?

i don’t fuckin know. i just think it kind of sucks that like “eddie was abused” is something that gets used as either a “lol no that never happened and if you talk about it you hate the symbiote” or else an excuse to demonize the symbiote even after its own character growth arcs in the apparently supremely unpopular gotg and space knight stuff... lol

maybe if every fucking series from 2013 to 2016 (minus costa which is honestly more 2017) didn’t get canned we could have gotten more. like honestly, 2016′s Carnage--for all its flaws--seemed like it had something to say about Eddie as a character, about his flaws and so on, and I gotta wonder where that was going. It flat out says “Venom didn’t make Eddie Brock a bastard” so like? But then at the same time all of the symbiotes in that series were completely silent so? I don’t even know.

Cullen Bunn was clearly going somewhere too but I have no idea where other than “symbiote is alive but has trouble communicating” and “eddie is coming down from his murder spree as he realizes flash thompson is in fact helping people as agent venom”

the two fit together in a very strangely complementary way. sometimes i gotta wonder about a universe in which those two comics in particular ran concurrently to address venom, flash, toxin, and eddie’s many issues. but toxin’s probably gone... though in my heart they are with jubulile and her mom in south africa, learning what it’s like to be part of a loving family...

man. the resigned “Okay.” at the end of twav...... twav good imo.

anyway

i don’t even know what the point of this is. i’m all over the place in this post. it’s frustrating that donny has made it kinda impossible to bring up eddie’s victimhood without like... qualifying it to the ends of the earth to clarify that you don’t think he’s some kind of pure cinnamon roll who’s been dreadfully manipulated for 12 years....

I feel like I’m not making any sense!!! Words are hard.

I feel like I’ve kinda been avoiding writing about the symbiote though in part because it’s hard for me to balance that many characters and in part because of Donny’s stupid bullshit, which is dumb as fuck but I guess that’s what he wanted huh!!!! Need to read Lethal Protector to cleanse my palate but it’s taking forever to get it from the library because they only have one copy.

ugh

The symbiote is not an evil creature like he wants everyone to think... goddammit.... but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t carefully address both its and Eddie’s mistakes without fabricating new different mistakes to obscure the previous ones. Or whatever. Fuckin I don’t know lol the entirety of the continuity is just a bunch of bullshit. 80s-90s continuity largely separate from 2000-20...15ish continuity largely separate AGAIN from the 2016 continuity yet also directly tied to it, against completely separated from the 2018 continuity which is off saying “fuck you” to literally every venom writer to ever exist since Eddie’s conception, ironically including the guy who wrote the cursed hunger

What am I trying to say! I don’t know! i feel like a broken record. There’s a lot of empty space between Agent Venom and 2016 that was never filled! also between 2016 and 2018 lmfao.

Donny “everything went wrong and I’m not going to explain how other than ‘God’ and ‘Eddie lost his job cause screaming symbiote’“ Cates really pullin some shit. what do you mean eddie tends to work toward solving his own problems EVEN WHILE DYING. waid’s mini-story in NWTD showed that eddie, despite being sad and sick and exhausted was still like.... eddie, stubbornly searching out his own solutions and getting angry. ofc i’m not sure how well it succeeded at parts. the comics in those days were still pretty steeped in the weird symbiote hallucinations that it was never clear if they were meant to be caused by the symbiote or just eddie’s sick brain. like the Last Temptation. I have a love-hate relationship with those two issues... I think they’re pretty well-done but also something about them just rubs me the wrong way. 

Anyway back to Cates: it’s not like there wasn’t space for a spiral after FH or anything. You could have really dug into Eddie and the symbiote’s insecurities wrt family and parenting. but nah. let’s just make it so there’s a SECRET CHILD, and oh the pre-established sibling? we could have dug into her and made her a real character. but no, she doesn’t exist, women are either fake or dead or violated.

asshole.

but again like..... the 03 hunger, cursed and bad... like... it’s still workable. you can work with the corrupting forces, the addiction metaphor (on the SYMBIOTE’S part, with adrenaline) and the intense codependency, and still have them move on and into a healthier-by-comparison relationship.

but cates’ run is like... much harder to recover from if it has as lasting of an effect, because it leaves no part untouched, and goes beyond “normal” abuse into really weird unforgiveable territory... like the canon of that comic is the canon in which everything has been completely changed into something unrecognizable.

i joke about my AUs being unrecognizable because, visually at least, they WOULD be unrecognizable for most Venom fans, but the comics inform them as characters a lot in the stories i write in those AUs, from the 96 good hunger, to the 03 bad hunger, to space knight to venom inc, and so on. But donny cates really is out here essentially reverse-engineering retcons to justify his characterizations.

barely related: the way eddie was raised and the way he coped by overachieving and so on and so forth makes me think he would have--despite presumably gaining a great deal of confidence in college once out of his father’s home--been really vulnerable to being taken advantage of by like, other students or teachers, but idk how exactly to articulate what i mean like... uh... not even that he WAS taken advantage of but that his need for validation would have left him open to it... i guess??

that’s got pretty much nothing to do with this post though but kinda ties into what i’ve said before about how i think eddie was a withdrawn and isolated adolescent who only opened up in college. why i disagree with donny’s retcon for that reason in addition to other reasons--the way he’d been shown to be bullied as a kid in previous comics, as well as the lack of history of alcoholism, the clarification in lethal protector that carl wasn’t physical, so on and so forth.

again that’s not related to this post really... and it’s like, a good 50% headcanon, but it makes sense in my head as something that fits his history?? i guess?

#nadia reads venom #this is way too fuckin long what am i even talking about anymore i don't know #long post #this is basically half of what i think about 24/7 #sometimes u just gotta barf out a bunch of words #to organize your thoughts #now... did i succeed in organizing my thoughts? never.

[crashdevlin]

Bottle: Ch. 1 A Magical Lie

Author’s Note: Originally posted to ao3 (This is an edited and improved version), I work in info from the comics (Like Hawkeye was married to Mockingbird and Red Skull had a disappointing daughter) and I took a few liberties with what the scepter could do (but not really because the Mind Stone was used to create the Twins so what I did is not that far-fetched). This is a lot more angst than I realized when I wrote it, but it’s compelling angst.

Summary: Cassandra Campbell is a Stark Industries lab tech with dubious genetics and a history with the new Director of SHIELD. She’s been working in New York since right before the Chitauri invasion. What does she have to do with Loki, and what will happen when he returns? Starts post TDW and continues to the end of AoU.

Pairing(s): Phil Coulson x OFC (Past), Loki x OFC (Non-con), Clint Barton x OFC, Steve Rogers x OFC

Word Count: 3123

Story Warnings: So many, worst (to me) are bolded. Younger woman/older man relationship, non-con, mutilation, torture, mind control, PTSD, depression, alcoholism, forced abortions, bad things (non-con) in a church, insomnia, memory manipulation, eventual consensual oral sex (female and male receiving), 

Chapter Warnings: Younger woman/older man relationship (past), non-con (past), mutilation (past), torture (past), PTSD, depression, alcoholism

Tony looked up from his tablet as security escorted a young blonde woman into his office. Twenty minutes before, he couldn't have picked her out of a crowd. He hadn't known her name, nor her position in his company. Now, he knew that Cassandra Campbell (no middle, that’s weird) had been working as a lab assistant for 3 years. Tony knew she was 24 years old, that she had an impeccable attendance record and, according to her file, she was on the fast-track to a promotion. He also knew she was a liar.

Tony stood and offered her a chair, which she took. "So, I've spent the last few days going over all the files Natasha Romanoff released to the internet. A lot of info to go through, most of which I already knew, but there was one can of snakes." He handed her the tablet. A picture of her, probably about 16 years old at the time, smiled up at her. "A completely redacted file that doesn't even name you. If I hadn't remembered seeing you in the lab last month, you'd've gotten away with it."

The green-eyed woman set the tablet aside on the opposite office chair. "Gotten away with what, sir? What are you accusing me of?" Her voice was soft, her tone polite and completely professional.

"Well, you're SHIELD, obviously. Fury send you to spy on me? Or maybe you're Hydra, sent here to Nazi up the place?"

"Mr. Stark, I would love to give you the answers that you're looking for, but I'm not allowed to discuss my situation without the express consent of a level 8 or higher SHIELD agent. Since most agents of that prominence were Hydra, or killed by Hydra when they took the Triskellion, all I can say is this: I am not a trained agent of any agency. I am not a spy. I am just a lab tech."

"Why don't you go ahead and tell him about it? It's been a while since I've heard the story." A familiar female voice said from the doorway.

"Agent Hill." The blonde stood, nodding at the older woman.

Maria shut the door behind her and walked over to the desk. "SHIELD doesn't exist anymore, Cassie. You don't need permission to tell your story."

"I doubt Director Fury or Agent Coulson would feel the same, ma’am."

"Well, unfortunately, they're both as dead as SHIELD." Maria countered.

*Exactly*. The younger woman thought, before shaking her head. She took a deep breath and turned to her boss. "Nick Fury found me in a lab. Somewhere in the mountains in Europe, I was never really told where. Fury called me an experiment, but I believe I was just supposed to be an heir, a less disappointing one than my sister was."

Maria stepped in, then. "She was created in a Hydra lab using Red Skull's genetic material."

"Fury named me 'Joanna Schmidt' so that everyone would know where I came from. I was just happy to have a name instead of a number. Phil... Agent Coulson took me to the Fridge. He made sure that no one was too hard on me since I was only 10 at the time. He brought me books, convinced Fury to let me learn. After educating myself quietly in my cell for 10 years, Phil brought my case to Fury. I'd shown no abnormal physical or psychological signs, nothing that would warrant keeping me locked up. Coulson convinced him that I deserved a place in society. The only concern was society's reaction to me.” The young woman scratched at the back of her neck, her professional exterior cracking a bit. “Steve Rogers was of particular concern. Fury and Coulson felt that Captain Rogers might... be... enraged by my very existence. He has very strong feelings when it comes to the Red Skull and Arnim Zola, who was the one who thought up the idea of making a test-tube heir."

"Cap doesn't seem like the kind to rage against a woman, demon-spawn or not." Tony replied, pulling a glass of scotch off of his desk.

Cassie swallowed and cleared her throat. "There are videos, therapy sessions from the year after they thawed him out, that prove our concern was founded. I'm sure you could find them on the 'net. They were SHIELD files."

Tony nodded, letting it go, for now. "Okay. So, what? Hide in plain sight?"

"Sorta. Phil had Pepper place me in your California lab because he knew that... if Rogers found out that I existed, you and Pepper wouldn't let me be... hurt."

"Pepper, maybe, but I don't know... your father was an evil bastard."

"And he was dead long before I was even a thought." She defended. "I learned about Hitler the same way everyone else my age did; through books and the History Channel."

"Let the poor girl go back to work, Tony. The lab will fall apart without her." Pepper said, walking into the office without knocking.

The girl straightened up, her complete professionalism sliding back over her form. "Thank you, Miss Potts. That's very kind." Cassie started walking toward the office door.

"Just, uh, one more thing.” Tony called out. “You said you were in California. When'd you transfer?"

A flash of despair crossed her face, then disappeared. "A year ago, sir. Just before the initial construction was completed." She answered, turning halfway to the door.

"So, you were here when the Chitauri attacked?" Hill asked.

Cassie swallowed hard, hoping it wasn't as audible to them as it was to her. "I'd rather not talk about it." She responded, quietly.

"You're not the only one. Company's got shrinks if you need one. Get back to work." Tony said, nonchalantly, but the young woman thought she heard some genuine empathy behind the words.

"Maria, may I have a word on the way back to the lab?" Cassie asked.

"Of course." Maria followed her.

They walked a moment in silence for a few moments before Cassie stopped. Maria turned to her. "We both know Phil isn't dead." Her professional politeness disappeared, replaced by a slightly insolent attitude.

Hill scoffed. "He was stabbed, in the heart, by an Asgardian. He died, Cassie."

"That doesn't mean he's dead, Maria. I've got one word for you, and once I’ve said it, I want no more lies or half truths." Maria waited, expectantly. "TAHITI."

Maria blanched. "He told you about TAHITI?"

"Yes. It seems he wasn't very good with orders when it came to me.” Cassie shook her head. “Look, I know Fury wouldn't let him die and I've heard rumors about a silver-tongued agent with a receding hairline, flying around with a small squad, looking into enhanced individuals. Finding new people for the Index. I've heard things about him being back. Took a long vacation to recoup, but he's just fine now… after being stabbed in the heart, by an Asgardian. Sounds shady to me." She said, snarkily.

Maria shook her head, derisively. "What do you want, Campbell?"

"A phone number. He ditched his old cell long ago, but I read some internal emails that I probably shouldn't have seen that were all about you helping Phil escape from the Yukon. You have to have contact info. Please." The blonde almost begged.

"Cassie... I don't think this is a good idea."

"I spent a year thinking he was dead, Hill. I just want to hear his voice. That's all.” The green-eyed girl caught the older woman’s eyes. “You aren't a SHIELD commando, anymore. Fury faked his death and fled, so you don't need to run interference for him, Maria. Besides, a pretty little cellist knocked me out of the game before Phil even died. I just want to talk to him."

"Fine." Maria said, pulling out her phone. "I will give you his SAT phone number, but... don't expect it to be like your remember it." The woman warned.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cassie waited until she was home to dial the number. "Pablo Jimenez." The voice on the other end answered. She smiled, involuntarily.

"That's a pretty good accent for a dead man." She said, sarcastically. She was met with silence and as it dragged on, Cassie thought to what Hill said about it not being what she remembered.

"Jo?" Coulson questioned.

Cassie could swear she felt her heart fall. "No. It's Cassie, now. Don't you remember?" She knew he didn't, though, and she knew that Hill had been trying to warn her.

"I don't. Did you escape when Garret hit the Fridge? How'd you get my number?"

"They fucked with your memories when they brought you back, didn't they?" Her voice broke as she battled her anger and sadness.

"How did you... I’m sorry. I'm a little lost here, Joanna. You seem quite upset that SHIELD dug around in my head."

"It's Cassie, Phil.” She spat into the phone. She tried to remind herself that she wasn’t angry at him, that it wasn’t his fault that he didn’t remember her. “I know Fury didn't approve, but... I didn't think he'd take it all from you." She said, sliding down the wall to crumple on her tile floor.

"Take what? I'm a little hazy on a lot of what happened before Loki killed me."

"My name, Phil. My beautiful, alliterative name." She sniffled through her tears. "I came up with this alias while laying on my bed in your arms, after our first time together." She fought to compose herself, knowing the silence on the other end was not his fault.

"Together?" He finally whispered. "I... with you?"

"Maybe it's better that you don't remember." She sniffled, wiping at her eyes. “I’m sorry I bothered-”

"No, wait. Cassie. I'm sorry. I thought they'd just taken my memories of Project TAHITI, which I remember now, but I don't remember anything about you past your 16 eval."

*Of course.* She thought. *My 17 eval was when Phil realized his attraction.* "You remember TAHITI? Then go from there.” She sniffled again. “You came to me, stressed that GH-325 was having such horrible side effects. Remember?"

A moment of silence was followed by a low gasp. "You convinced me to resign from the project. I remember. My god. Can... can I talk to you, face to face?"

"I work at Stark Tower. I live in the Bronx. Why don't you access some more of those memories and remember my name, come find me?"

As she hung up without a goodbye, she heard Phil say, "Skye, can you trace-."

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The next night as Cassie was walking home from the subway, she heard footsteps behind her. She reached for her pepper spray, but dropped it back into her purse when she heard, "’Cassandra Campbell’, because alliterative names are more fun."

"You cheated." She said, turning to him. She couldn't help a smile. Same old Phil Coulson in his same old suit. "You had your tech trace my call."

"But the name reminded me. And the picture. Brought back everything... I think.” He stepped closer to her. “I remember coming back to Los Angeles after a mission to an empty apartment. Pepper told me that you'd requested a transfer... as soon as possible."

Cassie sighed, leaning against a blue post box. "When you left for Portland, I was in your eyes. You were defying orders to be with me, telling me about secret projects I shouldn't know about, because I was all you cared about. When you came back, Audrey had replaced me. She was what you really needed, anyway, I was just the girl who gave you the confidence to go after her."

Coulson's nose wrinkled in disgust. "Ech, don't call yourself a girl. That just makes me seem skeevy in the whole thing."

"I was almost 21 at the time, Phil. Long past being a girl. But emotionally…” She shrugged. “I spent my life in a lab and a cell. I couldn't compete with a first chair cellist who had her act together. I left quietly, and I think that was better for both of us."

She could tell he agreed. "So, why the call? Why now?" He asked.

She pushed away from the mailbox. "Well, SHIELD has fallen apart. After everything you've given them, I wanted to make sure you were okay. And hearing your voice after thinking you might really be dead..." She shrugged.

"Well, here I am."

She suddenly found herself with nothing to say. "So... have you heard from Fury?"

"What, you didn't get his number from Hill?"

She started walking toward her apartment again. "Nope. She's still trying to convince me that he's actually dead. Not that I really have nice words for him especially knowing that he took us out of your head."

"He's off in Europe, somewhere, anyway." They arrived at the door of her apartment building in silence. "I remember I tried to stop and talk to you when I dropped off the files to Stark last year. I saw you in the lab. I wanted to... but you didn't seem... you were busy." He concluded.

She nodded. "I was the only tech back then. There was still construction so we were running a skeleton crew."

A look of recognition crossed Coulson's face. "You weren't in the building when Loki got there, were you?"

She swallowed and turned away from him. "I'd rather not talk about it." She said.

He put his hand on her shoulder. "You were, weren't you?"

"Phil, the bastard who killed you took the building. I'm lucky to be alive.” She licked her lips and shook her head, turning to him.. “I'm lucky to be sane. I maintain sanity by not talking about it. I bottle. I'm good at bottling. Just don't touch the bottle."

Phil sighed. "I'm working to rebuild SHIELD. You should join."

"I think that'd be a mistake. I'm just a lab tech. Can't shoot, can't fight. Don't have the big brains. And with my genetics and the Hydra infiltration and my history with you... it's just begging for trouble."

"You’re smarter than you think. I’ve got your file back on the bus.” She opened her mouth to argue, but Coulson just continued. “Well, you have my number. I have your address. You need me, I'll be here."

"Of course. Good luck, Phil." She said, patting his shoulder before heading inside.

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Cassie sat on her little brown couch, her head hanging low as sobs racked her body. Everyone seemed to be mentioning it, the worst day of her life. Her hand rubbed against her chest, over her heart. She stood on shaky legs as her mind involuntarily replayed the raven-haired Asgardian walking into the lab and pulling her from her hiding spot under the lab tables.

He'd flicked her name tag. "'C. Campbell'. I think not. Embarrassed of your father's works, Joanna? Too ashamed to wear your legacy in your name?" She'd been terrified, unable to speak. She didn't question how he knew her real name. "You think you're a scientist, but underneath that scared Midgardian exterior, beats the heart of the super-soldier who built Hydra from the ground up. His blood flows through you."

"No. I'm not him. I'm just normal." She'd squeaked.

Loki had shaken his head and clicked his tongue. "You truly wish you were. But that's just the morals SHIELD forced upon you. What's really in your heart?"

Cassie started hyperventilating as she remembered his scepter touching her chest. Her heart rate had skyrocketed for a moment as her muscles strengthened under her skin. Her mind had gone into overdrive.

"What is your name?"

"Joanna Schmidt."

"Who are you, Midgardian?"

She remembered smirking. "Daughter of the Red Skull."

"And what is it you want to do, Red?"

"I want to run analysis on my blood and reverse engineer the super soldier serum in order to give you an army of soldiers to command."

He grabbed her hair and twisted, his left hand moving to rest over her lower abdomen. "Later. I want my turn with you, first."

He had taken her, right there in the lab, beaten her, and used a small triangular blade to carve deep into her chest. The rough way he took her had given her pain for days. But she hadn't cared while enthralled. She'd woken from her daze the next day, in the lab surrounded by samples of her blood and random slides and printouts. She'd been deeply confused as to why an Asgardian prince had chosen her for that. Rape was usually a power play, but he most certainly was in power of everything at that point, so there hadn’t been a rational reason for it. As much as she tried to find a reason, she couldn’t.

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Cassie walked out of her apartment and headed for the bar down the street. She didn't really want to socialize, but she knew she was much less likely to break down in front of other people. *Time to go use a bottle to help me bottle.*

"You ever miss it? The 'no thinking, no conscience, just follow the orders without a question' empty-headedness?"

She turned to the voice in her apartment's side alley. She'd never met him, but she recognized Clint Barton, Hawkeye, from the news. "I-I don't know what you mean."

"I spent a long while with him in my head. Sometimes, it feels like I'm still following his orders. Sometimes, I just wish I was. Because it was so easy to just give myself to him. And I hate that." Clint sighed deeply. "I can recognize the signs of someone under his thrall, though, having been under it for so long."

Cassie felt her face go pale. "I deleted the security footage for you. It was like watching a poor quality snuff film, except you didn't die at the end." He jumped down from the fire escape he'd been perched on. "I thought maybe he was just having his way with you, but when he left, you just poured some alcohol on your wounds like it was any other Tuesday. Didn't even flinch."

Her heart fell. She hadn't thought of the security footage when she destroyed all evidence of her awakened super powers. "Don't worry. I'm the only one who saw. And I'd count that as a blessing."

She nodded, relieved. "So, how can I help you, Agent Barton?"

"SHIELD is dead, it's just Clint, now." He cleared his throat. "I heard that the bastard is dead. I figured you would be the right person to take for a drink to celebrate."

She gave an awkwardly sad smile. "To mourn, you mean?"

Clint nodded, once. "A little of both."

"I was going to have a drink, anyway, so I suppose you can buy me one, Clint."

#fanfic #avengers fanfiction #agents of shield fanfiction #angst #slight fluff #loki (marvel) #non-con #torture #alcohol as a crutch #steve rogers #clint barton #the avengers save the ofc

[bmgmw]

a hypothetical Riverdale scenario

Heads up this is gonna be long, so more after the cut. So I rewatched all of Riverdale and here’s my current theory. I’m not swearing by any of this in the slightest, just having fun theorizing! And since this show is on the CW, why not get a little crazy with it (okay I got a lot crazy, sorry!)?

Okay let’s break it down into four components: Riverdale parents, Jason & Polly, Grundy (this theory operates under the assumption she’ll either return late this season or next season), and the Riverdale kids. I think that certain Riverdale parents are connected to plotting the murder, Grundy connected to the actual murder, Jason and Polly’s situation just incidental timing, and the Riverdale kids are going to be the ones to figure it all out (which goes with the show’s theme of ‘breaking assumptions’—as Jughead tells Betty, ‘we are not our parents’). Clearly there a lot of parallels between the parents and the kids, and the kids solving the murder and changing dynamics would be one way to break those assumptions and parallels.

Let’s start with the adults. In the Riverdale One Shot Comics (set in canon, showing what the kids did over that summer), we learn that Hiram Lodge was arrested on the evening of July 4th (I can’t remember if this is mentioned in the show as well or not). We also know he’s still basically conducting his shady business from prison. He wants to gain real estate/control of Riverdale, and he hires the Serpents to lower the value on the drive in property so he can buy it for a cheap price via Hermione.

So what does this have to do with Jason? Well, we know both the Lodges and the Coopers have antagonistic relationships with the Blossoms. But while the Coopers’ bad blood with the Blossoms stems from more personal reasons (old blood feud, Jason/Polly, Penny vs Alice catfighting), the Lodges’ beef with the Blossoms is more business related. Penelope says the Lodges have sticky fingers, Hermione says Penelope doesn’t know the difference between money and class, and then there’s noteworthy bit from Jason’s funeral:

Penelope: You think you’re so clever coming here offering your pity?                 Hermione: What are you talking about? Penelope: …So you’ve come to gloat? With the warmest regards from your husband, I’m sure….

While it hasn’t explicitly been stated, the Blossoms most likely still run the Riverdale maple industry. The town is proud of their maple. And what does the maple industry need? Maple trees, of course. With Hiram wanting to develop and take over Riverdale, I think he wanted to develop on the forest surrounding Sweetwater River. There’s certainly disdain from the Blossoms regarding Hiram (as seen in that Penelope/Hermione bit, and it can also be seen in the entire dinner conversation with how Clifford speaks to Veronica about the maple industry and then takes digs at Hiram).

What’s one way to make Sweetwater River less appealing and make it easier to get approval to build around? A murder would certainly do it. And a murder of the competition’s son in particular would definitely send a message to the Blossoms (one that Penelope seems to be aware of in that bit she has with Hermione at the funeral). So I think the murder was planned by Hiram. I think Hiram wanted to get arrested on July 4th, so he could say he has a solid alibi of being in police custody. My guess is he planned to send a Serpent, let’s say KP perhaps, to actually do the job after Hiram was safely arrested, and pay him well (this is possibly why KP says to her the money wasn’t enough).

However, this is a CW show, I highly doubt it’s as simple as “Hiram hired the Serpents and KP killed Jason, the end”. So let’s get a little crazy with this theory. So even though KP was demanding the extra money from Hermione (who I don’t think knew about Hiram planning the murder), I’m going to theorize he was doing so without having been the one to actually end up killing Jason. But since Jason ends up dead anyway and Hiram is away in prison, he figures he can take credit (to Hiram, not publicly ofc) for the murder and trick Hiram to paying him anyway (at least before Jughead gets questioned, I think FP changes his plan after that).

So who actually murdered Jason? Grundy, but not in connection to Hiram at all. So let’s back track a little first to the whole Jason & Polly situation. We know Jason and Polly dated. With Jason now dead and Polly being an unreliable narrator (as most of these people are tbh), we have to sort of piece together the reality of their relationship via context clues. Based on the fact that Jason wrote Polly’s name in the hook up book and based on the way Polly talks about Jason, I think Jason cared about her, but just not as much as she cared about him. And when Polly tells Jason about being pregnant, he’s probably freaked out to how the parents will react due to the Cooper-Blossom feud/the fact that they’re all nuts, so he proposes to Polly and tells her they’ll run away and start a new life. As confirmed by Trevor (football player that Betty goes on a date with), Jason begins selling his stuff and selling drugs to earn his own money. I think during this time he gets involved with the Serpents (re: the drugs). So now the Serpents, already hired by Hiram for the murder, now have double the reason to keep a close eye on Jason.

Jason and Polly hide the car (that Betty and Jughead later find), and Jason enlists Cheryl to help pull off his disappearance plan, but doesn’t tell her much beyond the fact that he wants to run away from their overbearing parents. They go through with the boat ride and Jason makes it to the other side of the river. He waits for Polly, who obviously never shows because Alice sends her away (how did Alice find out? Probably read her diary like she did to Betty). After waiting a while, Jason becomes worried and decides to search for Polly. But he’s too far into this plan to actually back out of it and go home. Jason gets back to the Riverdale side of the river (perhaps w/ help from Sabrina who lives on the Greendale side? Or maybe he just swims, he is captain of the water polo team after all).

So Jason is alone in the woods, a prime opportunity for KP to carry out the task: capture Jason and then kill him once Hiram has his alibi of being arrested. But before that even gets a chance of happening, Jason is taken by Grundy (I’m assuming here that her story about her ex is fake). We know Jason was getting “independent study” from Grundy before Archie (so like end of previous school year), so I’m willing to bet it was of similar nature….except unlike Archie, he rejected her advances. We know Grundy was at the river with Archie at 6 AM that morning when they heard Dilton’s gunshot, but we don’t know what happened after. We know the Blossom twins arrived at the river around a just a bit earlier (“just after dawn”, narrates Jughead). In Dilton’s flashback when he reveals he saw Grundy’s car at the river, it’s only the car shown, there’s less daylight and the campfire fit doesn’t look like it’s been used (which is different compared to the lake flashbacks of Archie/Grundy at 6 AM). So I’m guessing he saw the car earlier than 6.  I think Grundy got to lake early to wait to meet up with Archie and she saw Cheryl and Jason drive by that road near the lake edge. Archie arrives closer to 6, they have their little picnic rendezvous, and they hear Dilton’s gunshot after 6. They split up. Archie leaves to go to work or whatever boring Archie thing he does, and Grundy gets in her car and leaves, encounters Jason along the road in the woods, and offers him a ride (typical Grundy move). Desperate, he accepts. She lets him stay at her place and hide out, and once again she tries to make an advance. But he rejects her again, telling her about Polly, which sets her off. So she ties him up, keeps him hostage for a week (trying to win him over), and eventually shoots him on the 11th (we know she has a gun). She dumps the body in the river, since she knows that’s where he was last spotted and where Cheryl said he drowned (and water helps rid of some evidence). Like Betty says in her end of 1x04 monologue, “Maybe I was right about some things too. Maybe Miss Grundy was dangerous in some way”. All those references about how Jason and Archie resemble each other (plus the football similarities) make sense in this scenario. The murder target wasn’t supposed to be Archie, as some people theorize, but it certainly could have been had things gone differently. And if Grundy comes back before being found out as the murderer, well, Archie could be in trouble then possibly as her next attempted victim (especially if she sees him w/ Valerie/whatever girl he’s into at that time). The fact that in 1x04 they bring up jail as an option but agree to her volunteering to quit and leave town makes me think she won’t leave town forever….

So what about FP and Jason’s car? Well I think he followed Jughead and Betty to protect Jughead. He saw Jughead got his prints all over it, so to protect him, as well as himself (due to the drugs) connection, he torches the car. As much of a drunk that FP is, he does seem to care about his son, and he clearly did not want to see him getting in trouble with the sheriff, especially for something he didn’t do. As for Jason’s jacket, I think he kept it in order to plant it on someone else, probably Fred Andrews. Fred is a pretty good person to frame: Fred and the Blossoms seem to have some sort of drama going judging by the 1x08 promo of Fred confronting Clifford (“you’re ruining my son’s chances”), Fred is very passionate about Archie’s football and Archie taking over Jason’s spot wouldn’t help a framed Fred look good, Fred won the construction contract for constructing Hiram’s former drive in property (thus tying him to Hiram on paper) with Hiram’s wife as his bookkeeper and romantic interest. The more Fred ties himself unknowingly to the Lodges’ business, the better he becomes as the person to frame. And FP certainly has personal reasons to plant the jacket to frame Fred. And if seeing what Jughead is going through really makes FP want to try to change his ways, then focusing on framing Fred, as messed up as it is, puts the spotlight on Fred and the Lodges, not the Serpents and the Lodges. It would set up FP in a good spot. Hiram wouldn’t rat FP out because doing so would also implicate Hiram, since FP didn’t actually murder Jason he’s technically innocent, and if FP goes to work with Fred again, he wouldn’t have an apparent motive to frame Fred…..but the other Serpents would since Fred and FP would be destroying the Serpent hang out spot. So even if people started to realize Fred was framed, FP doesn’t appear to have as much motive as the rest of the Serpents. Additionally, Molly Ringwald is set to appear in episode ten as Mary Andrews (Archie’s mom). According to Variety, she “blows back into town in her family’s hour of need”. Fred being framed for murder would be a pretty compelling hour of need and reason for her to show up. (i also think everyone’s gonna air their dirty laundry out at the homecoming dance in this ep, and we’ll get more of the adults backstories of their relatonships–like how Mary, Hermione, and Alice were friends).

(And one last loose end: Hal and the murder board. I think he just wanted to protect Polly and her secrets tbh. The poor guy was crying at home videos of her.)

Anyway, if anything even close to this hypothetical craziness happens, then I reckon that Season 2′s “Big Bads” are going to be Hiram, potentially Grundy round 2 (to actually finish her story line), and probably a new person.

Of course…..I could be way off on all of this, and it was really Kevin the whole time. XD

#riverdale #riverdale theories

[hobbitsnapes]

The Red Hoods Protègè chapter 18

Older Damian Wayne x ofc

(Photo made by my lovely friend @inspeech)

Summary:Red hood has taken a young vigilante under his wing and subsequently changes Damians life forever.

Tags: @comic-nerd-dc @comic-brew @psychovigilantewrites @psych0crybaby

Leaves crunched under her boots the further out she got. The cool air sending shivers up her spine despite the heavy jacket she wore. The faster her steps fit, the harder the leaves rustled against her feet.

Today had been a long day, having been out since before the sun breaked over the sky. She had left at 5:30 to head into the city, going to various shops with Tim. They were hurrying to gather everything they needed for Saturday.

In 2 days time, was the Wayne Halloween gala. Bruce would always host one each year, but with the help, and threats, sandy convinced him to let her decorate.

Usually, there wasn’t much. A punch bowl filled with dark red punch, people wearing black, and the ovation all scary song. But not this year.

Halloween has always been one of her favorite holidays. While her parents didn’t let her leave the house, they would decorate their home with spooky decor, bake Halloween treats for them to enjoy and dress up and have a dance party.

Since her adoption, she kept up the tradition. Last year having baked cookies whilst dressed up with her father. Her dresses up as Dorothy, and Jason as the cowardly lion. It suited him, for his large stature, and as she put it, “nearly as much body hair.” Which caused him to laugh. Halloween has a special place in her heart, it wasn’t just scary costumes and scares. It was about having fun being someone that you aren’t. Well, some did that everyday.

She kept walking outback, further out than she had ever been. Usually she stuck to the large garden, but today she went further.

She stopped in her tracks when she noticed a pond, and beside it was, a small barn? Questions swam in her brain as to what it could be. It didn’t look old, or vacant. Her curiosity got the better of her as she walked up to it.

Reaching for the handle, she braced herself. What could be in here? Is she allowed? She’s far from the manor, barely seeing it from this distance.

A noise from inside startled her, her heart sinking slightly. Somethings in there. She finally turned the knob, a gasp leaving her when she opened the door.

Tims phone rang beside him, startling him awake. Drool collected at the side of his face, wiping it away. He picked it up, answering the call without looking. “Hello?” He asked, his voice strained and groggy with sleep. “Tim, I, um. How do I put this? Help.” His heart picked up as he’s fully awake, panic fills him when he hears the tone in Sandy’s voice. Slightly wavering but calm. “What’s going on, where are you? Are you hurt?” Each question he asked came out more urgent than the last. “First off stop panicking. Second, I um, went for a walk outback and I came across a small barn. And I’m. Idk how to put this so I’m just gonna say it. There’s a cow and it’s currently sucking my hand like it’s a nipple. I’m stuck.” Relief filled him, then questions, then laughter. “So you’ve met batcow.” He chucked. “Huh? I’m, what?” Her response made him laugh even harder. “Damian got her when he was younger. She’s actually the reason he went vegetarian. Why don’t you just pull your hand out her mouth? She’s not mean.” “That’s the problem. Each time I try she cries. I don’t want to offend her.” Laughs boomer out his chest, his head thrown back as he clutched his stomach. “So she’s doing that again, alright. I hate to say this but, I’ve gotta call Damian to go get you. Sometimes she does this and he’s the only person she listens too. Are you okay with that?” “It’s fine, just tell him to hurry up. It’s cold out here.”

Damian sighed when he spotted her, confusion coming even faster when he got up to her. She sat against the barn, with batcow still sucking her hand. He watched as she talked to the cow as if it was a normal person. “So you’re talking to animals now?” He asked, a small smirk on his face. “You’re one to talk.” He raised his eyebrow at her. “You dress up every night, inspired by a bird. That’s totally normal.” Both chuckle slightly at her response. He bends down to both of them, bringing his hand and scratching the top of the cows head. “Alright come on pretty girl. You gotta let go of her hand.” As if he used magic, the cow let go of her hand. She shakes her hand, wiping it off on her pants. They both stand up, putting the cow back inside the barn.

She ran ramped down the hallway, dispersing and running back down for what was the 36 time. Dick and Damian both opened their doors, stepping out. She ran into dicks chest, nearly knocking both of them over. She had a box in her arms, handing it to dick. “There’s more in my room. Both of you, bring it down to the gala room now.” She frantically exclaimed. Running back to her room, running out with 2 more boxes.

Shock filled them when they entered the room. The usually plain grand room filled with decorations. Cobwebs strung on each wall corner. Toy bats hung down from the feeling. Pumpkins filled each window and empty surface along with candles that hadn’t been lit. “How did you-“ “lots of dedication, and a ladder. Now both of you, get everyone to come in here and help me.” Shock filled them further. She looked tired. Her usually wavy hair now curly and wet. She wore high waisted jeans with a tank top tucked into it. Her botfly glistened with a layer of sweat. Her face was flushed, shiny due to her sweating. Both of them looked around again, still in awe of the room. “You’ve done all this, by yourself?” Damian asked. “Yes, I started around 2 this morning.” She replied. Her voice sounding even more tired than before as she rummaged through another box. “Wait, 2? I heard you go to bed at 12. Have you slept?” Duck asked, worry filling him as he watched her. “Couldn’t fall asleep. I gave up at around 1:30 and started getting everything ready for tomorrow.” Worry stuck both of them at her response. “Sandy, go to bed. You need to sleep.” Dick says, his voice harder than usual. “It’s fine. I need to get this done. Besides, Tim does it all the time.” She replies, annoyance laced in her voice. “Yes and he's done this for years. You haven’t. So go to bed.” Damian said, his voice growing slightly irritated. She set the candles down on the floor, looking at him. Her eyes bore holes into him. “Damian, shut the fuck up. You’re the last person who should be talking about my wellbeing. So stay the fuck out of this.” She exclaimed. Anger evident in her voice. Rage and anger filled him at her voice, his arms slightly shaking at his sides. “And I don’t need you to fucking drop and fall because you didn’t sleep last night.” He replied, anger in his voice. “Oh so now you care. You’ve never once gave a damn if I was okay or hurt. So you know what Damian? Go fuck yourself. I tried fixing us, I tried being nice. But you have your panties in a twist. Screw you.” She yelled, tears in her eyes nearing falling. She walked away, her footsteps hard and fast as she left the room. His heart throbbing in his chest in pain.

The commotion could be heard from floors away, everyone who could make it was there for the annual Wayne Halloween gala. But while usually the room was how it usually looked, now decorated from floor to ceiling. The staircases were lined with white taper candles that stretched . Tables covered by black and red table cloths with the same candles in the center. Walls covered with old paintings, some of which were family, others horror. Pumpkins filled the corners of the room. Small fake bats and spiders lined the ceiling along with cobwebs.

She smoothed out her dress for the tenth time in the last few minutes. She added a final hair pin to her hair, smoothing the long tendrils out of her face. She wore a long black wig, styled in a curled updo with a dark rose. The front layers lay curled at the sides of her face. It was strange, seeing the way she dressed for the night. She looked as if she came from early Victorian times. The long black lace dress she wore was beautiful. The intricate lace that covered the entirety was astonishing. The only color to the dress was the dark red corset that showed through the chest piece. Very little make was applied, alert from fake blood that dropped from her mouth down her neck. The fangs she wore in her mouth weren’t as uncomfortable as she thought, having gotten more realistic smaller ones rather than the large ones you’d find at a Halloween shop. And with one final look, she stepped out of her room.

All eyes watched as Damian walked in, the room going slightly quiet. He wore a long dark black coat, along with a dark red vest underneath with gold details. A puffy white button up underneath that only showed in the chest. Black dress pants with shiny black shoes completing the store. His hair covered by a shoulder length black wig, messily tied back by a ribbon. His usual dark emerald green eyes now dark yellow. The only giveaway as to his costume was the fangs in his mouth.

His breath caught in his throat, heart thumping loudly in his chest when he saw her. She looked nothing like herself. Her usual short hair now long in an intricate updo. What would usually be her usual sweater with capris, now a long bold Victorian ball gown. His eyes follow her as she glides around the room.

She watched as countless people cane up to her, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Her stomach tied in knots as they all greeted her. She swallowed the vomit that she was sure would come up and put on a smile. She shook more peoples hands in 10 minutes than she ever had in her life. Her chest closing up the longer she was around them.

This wasn’t her thing. All the people, the dresses, the fear of someone taking photos, everything was growing too much. Tears collected in her eyes that she blinked away. Her throat burning as her heart sped up further.

She let out a gasp when a hand was placed on her shoulder. Her heart sank further. That is until she turned around, a large smile grew on her face. “Tim!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. His breath being knocked out by the force of her hug. He let out a laugh as she latched into him, wrapping his arms around her. “Hey, everything alright?” He chuckled. “No” she mumbled into his chest. He let go of her, looking down at her. His face concerned. “What’s going on?” He asks, his hands on her shoulders. “How do you do all of, this?” She asks, gesturing around the room. “God I feel like I’m gonna puke.” She says, swallowing the lump in her throat again. “Here’s the thing, you don’t. None of us like this, not even Bruce or dick. What you do is you put on a happy smile, shake peoples hands, and barely answer questions. But hey, now you’ve got me with you.” He chuckles, watching as her shoulders relax. “Now come on, I’ve got a few people you should meet.”

“Sandy, this is-“ “commissioner Gordon.” Both men looked at her shockingly. “He was one of the first on the scene the night my parents died.”

Tears streamed down her face like a waterfall that couldn’t stop. The pain in her back was nothing compared to the shocking pain in her heart. It felt like white hot searing pain that wouldn’t leave as she stared at her parents. “M-mom? Dad? Please.” She sobbed. The screams of both of them ringed in her ears as her heart screamed out. She couldn’t move from the floor, the blood now cold against her front as she begged for death. “God, please.” She begged, slipping into what was hopefully death as she welcomed it.

Bright lights blinded her eyes, her coming to and hearing people all around her. Her heart beating out of her chest as she moaned out in pain. Trying to alert anyone that she was alive. “We've got a survivor!” Someone yelled. They sounded so far from her, as if she was underwater and was hearing the yell from above her. A gasp was heard before she opened her eyes, seeing an angel crouching down to her. His hair was a light red, along with his Mustache. He wore thick framed glasses that hid his light blue eyes. “Hey I need you to stay with us, everything is gonna be alright.” She heard the man say, before she fell unconscious again.

Both men look at her again, mouths open in shock, neither one knowing what to say. “How did you remember?” Tim asks. “Because that night I thought he was an angel. You gotta remember, I wasn’t allowed around people. The first person I saw besides my parents was, him. My mom and dad always taught me that before you go to heaven, you are visited by an angel.” She said, the corner of her eye shining momentarily. She watched as Jim’s eyes glossed over before he blinked it away. “You know, I always wondered what happened to you after that night. And when I saw your face in the newspaper, it took me a bit to recognize you. And when Barbara confirmed it, it made me tear up a little.” He said. Tears gathered in her eyes. A smile formed on her face before standing on her toes and hugging him. He froze momentarily before wrapping his arms around her. Tears fell down her cheeks onto his coat. Tears collected in his eyes as he rubbed her back. “It’s so good to see you doing so well. It’s cases like yours that keep me going.”

She walked over to the table with drinks, spotting a man standing there already. He wore a long black jacket with gold embellished. It was tight to his body. Showing his broad shoulders and muscular build. His hair was long and black, pulled back by a ribbon. She took in a deep breath as her stomach shook slightly. She walked over to the table, taking in a final breath before getting beside him. She looked up at him, her heart sinking into her stomach.

He heard someone walking behind him, hearing their large intake of breath before they got beside him. He heard her breath caught in her throat. Looking over at her, his heart reasoned with pain and shock.

“Wh-what are you wearing?” He asks, his tone sharp. “I should be asking you the same thing.” She bit back. Anger evident in her voice. He looked away from her, taking in a deep breath. “You gotta be kidding me.” He whispers. Anger rises in her as she folds her arms together. “What’s that supposed to mean.” She asks. Boring holes into his face. “We’re at a Halloween gala, wearing the same theme. Do you have any idea how much the press are going to write about this? They’ll have a field day with this.” He bites back. Anger in his voice as his body tenses up. “Oh I’m so sorry I couldn’t read your fucking mind. But yeah suure let’s blame me like you always do. Because Damian Wayne is never in the wrong and it’s always me.” She says, pain shooting through her heart. “Oh you’re one to talk. It always starts with you. You just bring it out in me.” He retorts. “Oh yeah like it was my fault you threw that Batarang into my shoulder.” She says, tears collecting in her eyes. He balls his fists tightly, jaw set as he bore his eyes into hers. “It was an accident!” He exclaimed. Voice slightly louder. “Just like you.” She says. She walks away from him, heart throbbing in pain.

Tears collected in her eyes as she sat in a chair, watching everyone dancing. Her heart still panging against her chest as she dabbed her eyes with a napkin.

She felt a warm hand on her shoulder, turning around and letting out a chuckle. Behind her was dick, but it was hard to tell with what he wore. His usually dark hair was covered with a blond wig. He wore a whit shirt with a blue collar poking out. Blue pants and an orange scarf. He rolled his eyes playfully, a smile on his face. “Yeah yeah yeah let it out. This was babs idea.” He chuckled. He got up and sat in the chair beside her, turning it to face her. “Now what’s going on?” He asks, her breath getting caught in her throat. She took in a deep breath. “Damian was just being an ass earlier. All because we happened to be dressed as vampires.” Dicks face slightly falls and turns annoyed as he looks away. Closing his eyes and letting out a sigh. “I’m sorry sands.” He says, eyes caster down. She puts her hand against his shoulder. “It’s fine dick. You can’t control how he is. It just sucks how it puts me in a horrible mood every time.” She says, eyes looking down to her lap. “Well then come on, I know a way to cheer you up.” He says, grabbing her hand and pulling her up.

Both of them walk onto the dance floor to Barbara, who’s talking to her dad and laughing about something. She turns and her eyes light up when she sees dick. Causing him to smile and put his arms around her waist. Kissing her lightly before she lets go from him, both smiling. She turns and sees sandy behind him, breaking from his arms and pulling her into a hug. “Hey sweetie. You look amazing. Now come on, let’s have some fun!” Barbara says, a bright smile on her face.

She can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of her as she seats side to side. Her arms around Barbara’s shoulders and they both sway fast to the music. They twirl in a circle, causing her dress to glide along the floor in a large circle. The song comes to a close as they both laugh. “Okay time to switch!” Barbara laughs, letting go of her and spinning her around. She nearly falls into dicks chest, causing both to let out large laughs. Another song starts playing, a gasp leaving dick as a wide smile takes over his face. She recognizes it as bob seger, her dad playing him when they go out driving together. She laughs as dick stars moving his hits side to side as he raises one arm in the air. “Just take those old records off the shelf!” He sings out loud, causing her to throw her head back and laugh as both dance to the beat. She can’t stop as tears stream down her face as she dances with him, her head thrown back in laughter.

He watches as her head throws back as laughter erupts from her. His heart throbbing in pain that causes him to look away. It hurts, he remembers the times he could get her to laugh just the same way. Tears falling down her face as she clutched her stomach. Sometimes getting her to laugh so hard she would snort. A tear fell down his cheek as he looked down. He couldn’t stop hearing her laughs, even with everyone else in the room. It was as if, it was just her. That’s all that played in his mind.

His feet dragged as he walked down the hallway, his eyes slowly closing the further he got to his room. All the energy he usually had, was drained from him.

His head spin slightly the further he walked, nearly falling due to his Exhaustion. Every bit of him fighting and straining to continue. But relief filled him when his hand grabbed onto the knob.

He opened the door, a smile on his tired face formed when he stepped into the warm room. He took his jacket and shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Not even bothering with his pants. Not noticing the carpet on the floor, or the smell of vanilla in the room. Not even noticing the dress that laid on the floor by his feet. Too tired to notice the completely different bed when he crashed down onto it. Smiling as he snuggled into the silk bedding, the smell almost familiar. But his exhaustion was too high to think about it as sleep overcame him.

A scream startled him awake, his heart nearly falling out from how fast it was going. Jumping as the scream didn’t stop. Only opening his eyes in sheer panic.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” She screamed out. Panic filling him as his vision cleared. His heart going ramped when he saw her. Her hair was wet and falling in her face. Small droplets of water cascading down her body. She stood in her doorway of her bathroom that was right in front of her bed. She was bare as the day she was born, no towel or clothing to cover her. She crouched slightly, her legs and arms doing a poor job to shield her body from him. What was once exhaustion that filled him, was now adrenaline pumping through him. His body feeling like a fire burned inside him.

Panic surged through him as he abruptly got up from the bed, eyes still wide at her. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM!” She screamed. “I-Im sorry, I thought this was my room.” He stuttered out. Panic still high in him along with the burning growing stronger. His breathing raged and fast. “GET OUT!” She screamed, him running out as fast as he could.

He slammed his door shut, his breathing ramped and fast. His heart beating wildly, nearly painful. He fell onto his bed, his body still feeling that burning grow. He was conflicted, he wanted to run away as soon as he saw her. But he was frozen in place. A strong urge to grab onto her, to feel her wet skin on his as his body surged with electricity and want. A feeling deep inside him craving even now to go back, to feel her skin beneath his. To feel her warmth and touch on him. Memories flooding him of that night. The feel of her skin in his hands as he gripped onto her. The paralyzing feeling of her wet lips on his neck. Her warm tongue pressing against his pulsepoint that sent shocks through his body. Energy surged through him in a way that he hasn’t felt since. It was adrenaline or fear. It was akin to his body burning from the inside as his nerves felt sensitive against the sheets. His heart still ramped.

His Breathing slowed down, feeling existed after some minutes. His heart slowing back down as his eyes grew heavy. The feeling inside him growing down the further he grew tired. Finally relaxing as his eyes shut, sleep taking him under once again.

(Warning, heavy petting)

Walking into his room, he noticed the lights were off. The only source of light coming from the windows. Panic slighting growing when he noticed that they we’re open, the curtains blowing in the wind slightly. But what truly shocked him, was the silhouette of a person on the other side of the bed. He watched as they moved around the bed to the foot of it. Their steps light against the floor. It was a woman, panic being replaced with desire as her body came into view. Her face was hidden, the lights from the windows only showing what she wore, well, lack thereof. Dark green lace barely covering her glowing skin. He watched as she walked closer to him, his body burning with energy and want pulling him to her. But he stood froze, watching as she grew closer to him. The lingerie she wore standing out more the closer she got to him. The baralet she wore was see through. Her nipples hard against the thin fabric. He watched as she stood no more than 2 feet from him. A gasp leaving him when he sees her face. Her lips painted red as her hair was curled slightly. Her usually sapphire eyes a dark midnight blue. “What are you-“ he questioned, before she put her finger to his lips. “Shh, it’s okay.” She whispers, before flushing herself against him, pulling his face to hers, their lips crashing together.

A large gasp leaves him as he jolts awake. His breathing ragged as he opens his eyes and sits up. His heart beating wildly against his chest as he shakes. That feeling inside him worse than before as the images played in his head. A groan leaving him as he shuts his eyes, trying anything to fight the sight of her body against his. His body shaking worse as he grips the blanket underneath him. That burning feeling back and worse the longer he sits there.

His cock throbbed inside his pants, the feeling almost painful.

He abruptly got up from his bed, walking into his bathroom. Tuning the light on as he walked over to the shower, turning it on. He stripped from his pants and underwear and got in. A gasp leaving him as the cold water hit his back. Causing his breathing to grow heavy as his body tensed at the freezing temperature. His body no longer feeling hot as he shivered in the stream. Hand against the wall as he lowered his head, heart still ramped as when he woke, the images still playing in his mind.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne fanfiction #damian wayne imagine #older!damian wayne #batman #batfam x reader #batfamily #damian wayne #red hood #jason Todd #dick grayson #Tim drake #dc #dc imagine #dceu

[jonroxton]

Smallville - Action!

Seasons and seasons and SEASONS ago SV established that Lex liked the Warrior Angel comic, the within the show comic book ala Black Freighter complete with analogous characters to Lex and Clark (Clark being the Warrior Angel ofc). A Warrior Angel movie shooting at Clark’s house causes all sorts of murder mayhem and Lex pops open a cabinet like ~Warrior Angel ~u don’t say

That’s not what’s fascinatingly supermeta though. 

Lex has been shown to know arcane Warrior Angel trivia before and he’s said he sympathizes with the villain, the villain that is based on him (in our world, I mean lol). He even voices the common villain mantra of the villain not ~Really Being the Villain. This episode is not about Lex, though. At least he’s not the thematic focus. There’s (always) Clark, but it’s not technically about him either,  The Hero Identity narrative is still there of course, but this episode frames that narrative under the Fridged Woman trope and the Love Interest, and while the plot follows Clark, the Warrior Angel movie drama and the analogous characters, it’s all really about Lana Lang.

Now by this time an episode about What Lana Lang Means is kind of redundant, because there have been a billion of those. But again, this episode is very specifically about comics, fandom and archetypes, all of them intersecting in a much more overt way than SV had ever done before. 

The bad guy is an honest to God young, white male comic purist, the kind who posts threats online about the sanctity of the material and becomes violent when he feels that sanctity is threatened.

He wants the new movie to stick to traditional canon where Warrior Angel’s love interest dies. In the new movie, the love interest lives and it’s a blot to his existence as a True Fan. 

After discovering Clark’s powers and believing him to be the real Warrior Angel, he goes after Lana and spouts the above nonsense. He believes her death would build Clark’s pain and character and he’ll be compelled to save MORE people. To which Lana rightly replies:

This made me think deeper about my mostly apathetic feelings towards Lana in general and in SV specifically. First bc I came to Superman from Donner/New Adventures. A show with Clark and Lex but without Lois didn’t make sense. A show with explicit proxy characters to Lois, those being Lana and Chloe, didn’t make sense. Second, SV was 100% invested in Clana and I wasn’t here for that angst. I legit stopped watching several times during it’s run bc the Clark/Lana/Lex drama was exhausting and I wasn’t invested in the journey enough to appreciate the nuances when they had it.

And a few rewatches has made me see and appreciate them more, but I still didn’t care about Lana. Yet I think about her A LOT as she exists in SV, and especially how this particular episodes places her at the center of intertextual Superman madness in ways that the show only really went out for with Clark himself, Lex, Lois and the future canon characters.

So here we have Action, and it begins with the literal salvation of the Love Interest from the fake Warrior Angel movie. It’s a

gorgeous

save, one of my favorites in the whole series.

The above psycho fandom business happens, when Lana is about to be sacrificed for literal fanboy manpain.  The show clearly stands with Lana, so does the movie within the movie. She is in SV a pivotal part of Clark’s journey to Superman.

Laying it out like that, the purpose of Lana or any Love Interest would appear to be to serve just the Hero and the construction of his persona, but SV isn’t done. Because this is not the end of Lana’s character and thematic examination in this episode (or this season).

There’s a tongue in cheek hokeyness to this plot line sure. It’s almost too absurd, even by SV standards, but it does another thing while injecting a megadose of Lana meta, it’s a huge bait and switch to the actual Lana Lang plot:

SHE’S BEEN KEEPING LIONEL LUTHOR LOCKED UP ALA MERCY FOR WEEKS, for Clark, WITHOUT TELLING HIM.

SHE DID THAT

Also. 

BC THERE’S FUCKING MORE ABOUT THIS EPISODE

These plots come to a head because of Lois, who (unknowingly) set Lex to uncover the conspiracy of Lionel’s “death.” Hers was the first domino to drop in what eventually leads to Clark learning about Lana’s secrets. 

Lex and Lois have had moments before, and they have quite a few more after this, but this moment exists in this episode. 

The one called Action. 

Where Lois looks very Future Lois.

Where she is having a show down with Lex about exposing his crimes, in his office, Metropolis glittering behind them.

It’s the most Canon they have ever been, and it’s in the most meta. Warrior Angel is based on Superman, so technically Clark, Lex and Lana are all talking about a version of themselves. When Clark saves the actress, when the fake Warrior Angel within the movie saves his love, when Clark then saves Lana, it’s all constant reiteration that Lana will live and her importance transcends whatever canon that came before it.

I’m still not Lana Lang’s biggest fan, but S7 and especially this episode made me chew on her arc as a whole a lot more.

#smallville #lana lang #this has been in my drafts for ages! but this episode one of my faves #mystuff #(another) great sv rewatch

[calanthe]

A list of my favourite long fics for my peeps who need to do something else today

Shape-Changer (2330 words) by Fialleril Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Palpatine, Shmi Skywalker, Kitster Banai, a Tatooine wise woman Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Double Agent Vader, Storytelling, Tatooine Slave Culture, Small Acts of Resistance, Tricksters, Worldbuilding, Original Mythology Series: Part 1 of Double Agent Vader Summary:

His Master liked to say that Vader was born in fire on Mustafar. But Ekkreth was born in the desert.

Sansûkh (502490 words) by determamfidd Chapters: 45/50 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Lord of the Rings (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Gimli/Legolas Greenleaf, Aragorn/Arwen, Thráin/Canonical Wife, Glóin/Canonical Wife, Éowyn/Faramir, Bifur/Ori, Kíli/Tauriel Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Gimli, Legolas Greenleaf, Fíli, Kíli, Thráin, Thrór, Balin, Dwalin, Óin, Glóin, Bilbo Baggins, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Dáin Ironfoot, Original Dwarf Character(s), Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee, Pippin Took, Merry Brandybuck, Boromir, Aragorn, Gandalf, Basically everyone from 'The Hobbit' and 'Lord of the Rings', plus a few more Additional Tags: Angst, Oh my god so much angst, Slow Build, like glacial, things are going to get worse before they get better, but there will be a happy ending, As canon as it gets, Death is only the beginning, Dead peanut gallery, gimli is a BAMF, SO MUCH RESEARCH OH GOD, Gratuitous Khuzdul for the win, everyone's dead but they're all still hanging around, Safe for Dain Fans :), Neurodiversity Summary:

From a Hobbitkink prompt:

The battle was over, and Thorin Oakenshield awoke, naked and shivering, in the Halls of his Ancestors.

The novelty of being dead fades quickly, and watching over his companions soon fills him with grief and guilt. Oddly, a faint flicker of hope arises in the form of his youngest kinsman, a Dwarf of Durin's line with bright red hair.

(Follows the story of the War of the Ring).

(Bagginshield, Gimli/Legolas) In which recovery takes time, the dead members of the Company take to watching Gimli as though he’s a soap opera, the living struggle with being left behind, Legolas is confused, Khuzdul is abused, and Thorin is four feet and ten inches of guilt and anger.

~**~

Bargaining (110464 words) by proantagonist Chapters: 26/26 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Loki & Thor, Frigga & Loki, Loki & Odin (Marvel) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Frigga (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Fandral (Marvel), Hogun (Marvel), Volstagg (Marvel), Laufey (Marvel), Helblindi (Marvel), Byleistr (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Darcy Lewis, Natasha Romanov, Phil Coulson, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Nick Fury, Erik Selvig, Heimdall (Marvel) Additional Tags: Time Travel, Family Drama, BAMF Loki, Emotionally Compromised Loki, King Loki, Brotherly Love, Jötunn Loki, Fix-It, Unreliable Narrator, Odin's A+ Parenting Summary:

Faced with an eternity without his brother, Loki strikes a bargain to change the past. Post TDW.

backslide (128352 words) by blackkat Chapters: 32/32 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Hatake Kakashi/future!Uzumaki Naruto, Namiashi Raidou/Shiranui Genma, Platonic Uzumaki Naruto/Uchiha Sasuke/Haruno Sakura Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Hatake Kakashi, Shiranui Genma, Namiashi Raidou, Sarutobi Hiruzen, Uchiha Obito, Haruno Sakura, Mitarashi Anko, Yuuhi Kurenai, Dai-nana-han | Team 7 (Naruto), Uchiha Itachi, Tsunade (Naruto) Additional Tags: Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, slow build romance, Angst, Humor, Fluff, Friendship, (Joking) Marriage Proposals, lots of them - Freeform, Gratuitous Fluff Story (Not Really Meant to Be Taken Seriously), You've been warned, Schmoop, Fox Summons!, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Families of Choice, Kurama adopts all the things, no really all of them, Genin Puppy Piles, team 7 fluff, Lots of that too, Kakashi is ridiculous, so is everyone else though, Self-Indulgent Ficcage Fluff Summary:

Naruto’s friends are gone, his lover is dying, Konoha is destroyed, and Madara’s second return has pushed the entire world to the brink. Hunted and harried, Naruto is sent back in time to upend Madara’s plan before it even starts, and sets about changing everything. Butterfly effect nothing: the world is at stake, and Naruto is hardly about to let it fall to ruin once more. Not while he’s still breathing.

Gravity (46259 words) by Euphorion Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Garyuu Kyouya/Odoroki Housuke | Klavier Gavin/Apollo Justice, Mitsurugi Reiji/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright, Garyuu Kyouya/OFC | Klavier Gavin/OFC Characters: Garyuu Kyouya | Klavier Gavin, Odoroki Housuke | Apollo Justice, Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Naruhodou Minuki | Trucy Wright, Garyuu Kirihito | Kristoph Gavin Additional Tags: Case Fic, Light Angst, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Stalking, Emotional Manipulation, fucked up siblings Series: Part 1 of Gravity Summary:

In the aftermath of his brother's arrest, Klavier is trying to balance his law career and a solo music career, with some success—but with less savory consequences as well. His fans are fixating on every aspect of his life, desperate for his attention and jealous of his relationships with the people around him. They've singled out his courtroom rival, Apollo Justice, as the target of their frustrations.

Love is All You Need to Destroy Your Enemies (222490 words) by shadydave Chapters: 20/20 Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale, The Dresden Files - Jim Butcher Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Carlos Ramirez/Cecil Palmer Characters: Carlos Ramirez, Cecil Palmer, Carlos' Team of Scientists (Welcome to Night Vale), Cactus Jane/Judy/June, Tamika Flynn, Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, Mouse (Dresden Files - Butcher), The Traveler (Welcome to Night Vale), Anastasia Luccio, The Apache Tracker Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Crossover, Time Travel, Magic, Science, Magic and Science, Mad Science, Comic Book Science, Dubious Science, Fake Science, Just Generally a Lot of Science, poorly researched, on Wikipedia, gratuitous Shakespeare references, Needs More Dinosaurs!, Covered in Bees!! Series: Part 3 of Love is All You Need to Destroy Your Enemies Summary:

There are a few things that Carlos may have neglected to tell Cecil.

Like his last name.

Or how he hasn’t actually dated anyone since his junior year of high school.

Or that he’s a wizard of the White Council and the regional commander of Wardens in the western United States and not, in fact, a scientist.

You know. Minor details.

Chosen Man (116551 words) by Sineala Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: The Eagle | The Eagle of the Ninth (2011) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Marcus Flavius Aquila/Esca Mac Cunoval Characters: Marcus Flavius Aquila, Esca Mac Cunoval, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Military, Canon Era, First Time, Loyalty, Shame, Submission, Romance, Action/Adventure Series: Part 1 of Chosen Man Summary:

The son of the man who lost the Eagle of the Ninth would never be allowed a first command of his very own fort, would he?

Marcus is posted not to Isca Dumnoniorum, but to a wretched and run-down garrison north of the Wall. There he finds that he is the new centurion of a group of scouts and spies, all of them British. He has few supplies and no experience. His men distrust him. His superiors despise him. His second-in-command is an incompetent drunkard. And the local tribes are determined to kill all of them.

But the worst thing of all is one of Marcus' soldiers. He is an enigmatic, dangerous, and insubordinate man by the name of Esca, who makes Marcus yearn for terrifying things he has never before wanted and can never, ever let himself have...

It’s Just That Any One of Us Is Half Without Another One Is You (129180 words) by Branch Chapters: 21/21 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto Characters: Hatake Kakashi, Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura, Uzumaki Naruto, Tsunade (Naruto), Shizune, Jiraiya (Naruto), Orochimaru (Naruto), Yakushi Kabuto, Shimura Danzou, Utatane Koharu, Mitokado Homura, Might Guy, Hyuuga Neji, Rock Lee, Tenten, Temari (Naruto), Kankurou (Naruto), Chiyo (Naruto), Killer Bee, Darui, Hoozuki Suigetsu, Choujuurou, Karin (Naruto), Kyuubi (Naruto), Nagato (Pain), Konan, Sai (Naruto), Uchiha Madara Additional Tags: Drama, Action, Women Being Awesome, Alternate History, Fluff, Canon-Typical Violence, Team Dynamics, Humor, Horror, Angst, Medium Size Character Death, A Touch of Porn, Politics Series: Part 4 of Avalanche Summary:

An AU in which all the character development of part one gets its due: Kakashi finds another way, Sasuke does not leave the Leaf, Itachi remains a villain, no one is a carbon copy of a previous generation, Sakura grows up to be terrifying, Sasuke finds his way back to family, and Naruto wins all hearts. Featuring Team Seven fluff, filling in the time-skip, and a rather different second half. Drama, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Action, Occasional Porn.

Runs parallel to Cloud Hands.

Nukume Dori - Change (12928 words) by Leareth Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Tokyo Babylon, X -エックス- | X/1999, CLAMP - Works Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sakurazuka Seishirou/Sumeragi Subaru, Sumeragi Hokuto & Sumeragi Subaru, Sakurazuka Seishirou & Sumeragi Hokuto Characters: Sumeragi Subaru, Sumeragi Hokuto, Sakurazuka Seishirou, Lady Sumeragi, Original Characters Additional Tags: Epic, Alternate Universe, Time Travel Fix-It, Tokyo (City), Drama & Romance, Alternate Universe - Time Travel Series: Part 1 of Nukume Dori Summary:

The last one standing on the Final Day makes a Wish. Subaru wakes to find Hokuto and Seishirou living as they always have, and that the end is just the beginning.

#fic recs #lotr #tokyo babylon #the hobbit #ace attorney #naruto #eagle of the ninth #wtnv #thor #star wars