#Ryder Rust

[sl1mennsm1les2]

RYDER RUST🏜️💰

— Silly character I’ve been fixated on for weeks, ima post doodles and such here because cowboys 💪💪💪

[stanleyvampire14]

This is what happens when you listen to Epic while drawing, you start imagining Rust

Please tell me you see the vision guys 🙏

TW: Suicidal Odysseus

@lord-of-the-bundle-of-sticks

[pupsmailbox]

COWBOY ID PACK

NAMES︰ abeline. adeline. alfred. anderson. annie. archer. arthur. ash. aspen. austin. automata. axel. barett. beau. beckett. belle. bennett. betty. billy. blaise. boone. bree. brooks. bryce. cade. caleb. callen. callie. calvin. carson. casey. cassidy. chance. chase. clayton. clementine. clint. clyde. cody. colby. cole. colt. colton. connor. coraline. county. cree. cyrus. dagger. dakota. dallas. dalton. damon. darby. darla. delta. denver. dove. east. easton. edgar. eliza. elliot. ellis. emmett. emmylou. everett. everly. fallon. fang. farmer. fletcher. flint. flynn. fritz. gage. georgia. georgina. grant. graves. hank. harrison. harvey. hattie. hawk. hayes. heidi. holster. hudson. hunter. ida. jace. jack. jackie. jackson. james. jed. jesse. jessie. john. jolene. josh. joshua. jude. knox. leroy. lewis. loretta. lucille. luke. luther. lyle. maple. marshall. mason. maverick. meadow. millie. misty. myra. nash. nell. nina. oakley. oscar. otis. owen. pace. pamela. penelope. phoenix. pierce. pollyanna. prairie. quinn. ray. reed. reid. rhett. rhys. riley. river. rochelle. rory. roscoe. rosie. rudy. ryder. rye. sadie. savannah. sawyer. scarlett. sedona. selena. shep. shepherd. sienna. sierra. silas. skye. spanner. sparky. sterling. stevie. stormy sullivan. sundance. tallulah. tate. tess. todd. tucker. twila twyla. verily. wade. walker. walt. walter. waylon. wayne. weston. wilde. will. willa. willow. winona. wren. wyatt. zachariah. zane. zeke. zinnia.

PRONOUNS ︰ ace/ace. aim/aim. badge/badge. bandana/bandana. barrel/barrel. boot/boot. boy/boy. brash/brash. buck/buck. bull/bullet. cattle/cattle. clad/clad. clash/clash. colt/colt. cow/boy. cow/cow. cowboy/cowboy. cy/cyborg. denim/denim. dirt/dirt. dive/dive. drive/drive. fang/fang. farmer/farmer. fence/fence. fire/fire. foal/foal. gold/golden. gra/grass. gun/gun. hat/hat. herd/herd. hill/hill. hit/hit. hold/holdem. holdem/holdem. hoof/hoof. horse/horse. iron/iron. jack/jack. jump/jump. kick/kick. lasso/lasso. law/law. lawful/lawful. lone/lone. mech/mecha. metal/metal. mount/mountain. mustang/mustang. noon/noon. officer/officer. out/out. outlaw/outlaw. poker/poker. protect/protect. pry/pry. punch/punch. punish/punish. ranch/ranch. ranger/ranger. rev/rev. rev/revolver. rev/rev. revolvers/revolver. river/river. ro/ro. robo/robo. rug/rugged. run/run. rust/rust. ry/ry. save/save. sharp/sharp. sheriff/sheriff. shoot/shoot. shot/shot. shot/shotgun. shout/shout. spark/spark. spur/spur. star/star. steed/steed. steel/steel. sun/sun. thief/thief. tumble/tumble. weed/weed. wheat/wheat. wood/wood. yee/haw. yeehaw/yeehaw. 🌵. 🏇. 🏜. 🏜️. 🐎. 🐴. 👢. 🤠. 🪕.

[vampseraph]

boothill npts....... PLLLLEASAE..... also i love ur link click layout oh my godddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd

★ ⎯ BOOTHILL NPTS

names! flint, pierce, ryder, sterling, cyrus, dallas, dalton, sparky, fritz, spanner, axel, delta, holster, colton, wyatt, cole, ray, zane, blaise, flynn, fang, dagger, rudy, quinn, automata, damon, otis

pronouns! shoot/shoots, robo/robos, boot/boots, mech/mecha, punish/punishes, rev/revs, shot/shots, metal/metals, steel/steels, sharp/sharps, fang/fangs, brash/brashes, gun/guns, aim/aims, bull/bullet, colt/colts, cy/cyborg, rust/rusts, rug/rugged, spark/sparks, spur/spurs,

titles! the dusty trail's lone star, the galaxy ranger, the cyborg cowboy, prn who drifts among the stars, prn who is optimistic and unrestrained, the dust devil, the gunslinger, prn who seeks revenge

n: thank you so much anon ^_^ i love link click + check out my cowboy npts for more cowboy names! (most of these r from there)

[beckpoppinscosplay]

'Fallout: new Cleveland'

or designing a OC cosplay in a existing universe

(you all were so kind to my last cosplay post but i saw a lot of tag curious about the character so lets explore).

I knew I wanted to build a fallout vault suit but as a cosplayer I am addicted to character design. I wanted to do an original twist, and what better way than design around my beloved home town. I double checked and characters do mention being from ohio (like the mothership zeta abductees) so there is enough ohio standing that I felt comfortable to get designing.

I wanted to focus on post-wwII ohio being being both a booming factory town and culturally being a little 'ahead of the game' (early rock'n'roll adopters, popularity of horror hosts) to make the vault suit feel unique to here. After all the designs change slightly from game to game, why wouldn't all different regions have different designs produced at more local factories.

Of course when you start to design something in a universe, I wanted to ground it and make it recognizable so I kept a lot of the broad strokes around a very recognizable face

Doing 1-for-1 choices like the glasses and the hair felt easy. Slipping in little design elements like the yellow collar instead of the blue outlined in yellow like most in-game vault suits. I also kept the weapon, radaway and pipboy pretty true to game. As long as I looked like the vague idea of the classic vault girl, I felt like I could get silly.

(i also cheated on my vault number, i couldn't decide on one so i conveniently have a cute little backpack to cover my back, emotionally my vault number is of course, 69) I decided early on that my suit would be a two piece, a wetsuit style jacket and 1940s style factory girl pants. Not only did I feel it fit my plus size body really well but it opened up a lot of video game movement in the body (it wasn't as tight, if I bent or posed everything stayed pretty elegant and streamlined without bulging or pulling.) I felt it married the scifi and the retro design of the game really well (a literal superhero jumpsuit top and these 1940s working woman pants) and tied it to cleveland (as a factory boom town I kind of pictured that the very people in the vault may have been the ones making some of the mass produced items in the game)

my pants were from a reproduction pattern

real 1940s deadstock cobalt buttons for my hip fly

my 'wet suit' getting weathered

Once I had the bulk of the suit sewn, I knew I wanted to be pretty chewed up, a real level-2 unlucky sap. I didn't want a lot of cool gizmos and I wanted to look pretty beat to hell. I personally have a history in working haunts so I had a blast melting, bloodying, and rusting everything on me. Then I got to the really fun little localizations. Since Cleveland was an early rock'n'roll town I had to give her some buttons for things she might have enjoyed as a cool gal about town. I got custom buttons made and then sanded them down and chemically rusted them so they looked like they were not holding up well getting splashed with whatever crud she was running into.

I also wanted to do an undershirt that was a fun joke to pull out at con. an icon of late 50s/early 60s cleveland was the horror host ghoulardi which felt so in tune with the weird spooky scifi of the games .

so I had to get one of his classic t-shirts, beloved by every ohio rock band for the last 50 years, to make him a ghoul-ardi

the last little silly touch (and cleveland touch) was my lunch box on my belt which is a little final pam from 'monster factory' joke made out an old hello kitty first aid kit

I hand painted it repeated between sandings and rustings so it looked REAL messed up and added layers of stickers, most importantly an ad for the red ryder bb gun near and dear to cleveland's heart.

I don't really have a name for her (i have been calling her Bethany Esda, aka monster factory) but I do enjoy picturing her running around a post fallout cleveland full of lake erie monsters and shambling rock hall ghouls.

thanks for your interest!

[lunastral]

Pumpkin Cake (My Little Pony) themed NPTs

[Pt: Pumpkin Cake (My Little Pony) themed NPT]

Requested by anon!

Names

[Pt: Names]

Acer, Adair, Amber, Angeline, Angie, Anonna, Apricot, Apricot, Aurelia, Birch, BonBon, Bonnie, Bronze, Cadmium, Ceres, Cinnabar, Copper, Dulce, Dulcinea, Ezti, Foxierra, Ginger, Golden, Goldie, Honey, Humbert, Jasper, Leif, Maple, Marigold, Meliton, Mellie, Meline, Naran, Rory, Rust, Rustette, Rusty, Ryder, Saffron, Sage, Sienna, Sorrel, Tangerine, Tangie, Tawneria, Terra, Tess (Theresa), Umber, Vermilion, Waverly, Willow, Xanthous, Zhana

Pronouns

[Pt: Pronouns]

Pu / Pum / Pums / Pumpkinself, Pumpkin / Pumpkins, Sweet / Sweets, Gold / Golden /Goldens / Goldenself, Pas /trie / Pastry / Pastries / pastryself, Pas / tel / Pastels / pastelself, Hon / Honey, Su / Sugar, Bo / Bon / Bons / Bon(bon)self,

Titles

[Pt: Titles]

Sugar and Spice, The Pastry [Royal], The Baker of sweets, The Sweetest of all, Prn Spooky Cuteness, One with the sweetest of talents, Prn who makes precious pumpkin pies, The Precious Pumpkin Prn-self, The joyful ginger.

[Royal] = King, Queen, (Royal itself works too).

[ryders-reckless-ride]

*Rusty arrives at the mansion*

“Hey, Ryder… I was at a party with Lore and her clone, but I began hearing voices so I left. Awobbles left, too. Besides, there was a bar there. Someone could’ve done something to my water!”

(he’s paranoid. That wouldn’t have happened.)

-@rusty-the-rusty-spotted-cat

You're 16, you shouldn't be drinking at all. But, I smell neither alcohol on your breath or see drugs in your system, so you're alright, Rust.

[bagog]

N7 Month, 2023 - Day 16: Storm

A soft little go-nowhere fluff piece for Ryder and Gil

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It hadn’t been in Ryder’s plan to stop for long on Eos. A quick drop in with the Vault to ensure that everything was still running smoothly beneath the surface. But once they’d sat down in Prodromos, Vetra had gotten Kallo mixed up in some haptic interface optimizers one of the research scientists was working on, and so they stayed an extra few hours so those could be installed.

Of course there’d been a fire fight with the Kett on the way back from the Vault. Once they returned to the Tempest—and just as Vetra and Kallo had promised to be back aboard—Drack had gotten an urgent and private communique and had tracked off into the wastes, said he’d be back in four hours.

Then, of course, Liam decided—as long as they had the time—he could fiddle with the Nomad and finally install the stereo he’d first purchased back on the Nexus weeks ago. This still wasn’t done as Drack came back, armor scuffed and face blackened with soot, and so they waited.

Ryder was trying not to hover over Liam’s work, and had instead sat down by the big windows at the back of the ship, read a book, and watched the light on Eos go from burning bright, to a dusky orange.

“There you are,” Gil came up the stairs, gave Ryder a furtive grin. “I was looking at the weather report out of Prodromos. Looks like there’s going to be a big storm just skirting the edge of the mountains over there.”

“Hm,” Ryder didn’t pay it much attention, but warmly smiled at Gil as he sat down next to him. “A what? A storm?”

“Yeah, you know, kind Eos was famous for. Well, before the Pathfinder opened the Vault and made it livable again.” He looked at Ryder expectantly, but Scott only shrugged. “Do you want to go up on the ridge and watch the storm roll in with me?” He waggled his eyebrows.

“Gil,” Scott gave a worried look at the falling sun. “Soon as Liam’s done in town, we’ve got to get back in space.”

“Please, Scott?” Gil leaned in, lifted an eyebrow. “Do this with me?”

Scott sighed.

Twenty minutes later, they were atop the ridge, the Tempest and Prodromos small and distant down below. As the sun set, the sandstorm blew across the horizon. It was a tendril of living black that seemed to flow parallel to the ground, its interior flashing sparks of blue and green as the static within churned. As it poured before the setting sun, it turned to gold along its edges, casting a shadow that came almost to the foot of the ridge they were sitting on. They sat comfortably, sprawled on the rocks, side by side. They listened to the faintest of distant thunder rumbles and the sound of the wind growing calm as it spread from the storm.

“This really is beautiful,” Scott said softly. He leaned his head on Gil’s shoulder. “It’s funny, when we first set down here, I hated the constant storms. All the time, destroying everything we were trying to build. I’ve never seen one like this.”

“Me either,” Gil put his arm around Scott and leaned back against a rock. “On Earth, I used to watch the storms go over the hills. Never seen a big sandstorm like this, though.”

Ryder looked down at his wrist, noticed the communication light on his omni-tool was blinking. Probably Kallo telling him they were finally ready to go. The sun sank below the horizon, its last rusted hues swallowed up by the storm, until it was dark and only the distant lightning gave any indication the storm was still there. But Scott could still feel it, static scintillating on the air. It made him hold Gil tight, breathe in the ozone and the faintest hint of Gil’s soap.

“Thanks,” Scott said at last. “This is… part of why I love you, honestly. Nights like this. Gives me perspective on things.”

“You’re welcome,” Gil chuckled, turning his face into the breeze from the south. “Honestly, I just wanted to watch the storm. I wanted to watch it with you, I mean,” In the dim light, Scott could barely see Gil’s eyes. “Share something else with the man I’m sharing my life with.”

Scott smiled. They had better be heading back, they could be in space in an hour, and back to the Nexus by tomorrow afternoon. But, with a sigh, he made up his mind that they would spend the night planet-side. He couldn’t explain why, something about perspective.

[chevvy-ryder]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Got tagged by @rosapexa, thank you <3333

Tagging: @alphanight-vp, @elvenbeard, @wraithsoutlaws,@therealnightcity, @dreamskug, @kdval, @kittenchrissy, @gloryride, @aggravateddurian, @streetkid-named-desire, @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @pinkyjulien, @medtech-mara, @heywoodvirgin, @genocidalfetus, @ouroboros-hideout, @aggravateddurian, @ne0n-rust, @breezypunk, @peaches-n-screem, @jaymber, @lokiina, @t0tentanz, @cyberpunkaddict, @fereldanwench – also everyone who likes to do WIP Wesdnesday/Whenever and as always and no pressure!

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I used my free time to work on the chapter layouts. My master layout is my current oneshot for Ryder. Here is some typography p✝︎rn are some details:

I wanted Beast to stand out when it talk as only Ryder can hear it. I found it hard to have both, Beast and Ryder thinking in italic. And thought it might be confusing to I bought a Glitch Font for 17€ and used it for Beast speaking!

Ofc my beloved bold headlien font I use as sort of my signature feature now cannot be missed.

Now that I know where to go with it I've also started the prologue and the first chapter. It's not refined yet and we need to find some fitting music to add (it's just a link as the pdf is interactive, so when you click the album cover u will get to the spotify song).

Have some other detail shots here (pics might change here):

This is my destiny, really!

[crwn-nrth]

Word tag game!

Thank you thank you @sentfromwolves for the tag! I've always wanted to do the find the word tag game.

I'm doing this for VH wip and my words are: rust, ember, damp, breath, teeth

(sadly i did not have the words rust or damp)

Ember --- Chapter: Dream log #256

The world comes back into focus slowly, in drips of color and sound. It’s like swimming in molasses or floating through space as I wrestle with my subconscious. I try to cling to the warm fuzzy feeling enveloping me on all sides but then a loud click breaks through the haze, and my eyes flutter open again. It's late outside, or that's what I assume. My legs dangle off the armchair and the glowing embers of the dying fireplace are the only source of light bathing the dark wooden floor panels in a dull orange hue, emphasizing the warmth and forcing my eyes shut. 

Seconds, hours, years later, a hand running through my hair guides me back to the land of the living. It's large and callous and gentle as it passes through my locks and I let myself drift further, tethered only by the soothing motions. 

A rumble. "You left your porch light on." The deep vibrato tone has my mind settling in bliss. Safe, home. A light tug at the end of my hair informs me that the voice is waiting for a response. 

"Left it on for you." I mumble, prying my eyes open. Kind blue eyes smile down at me.

 "You don't have to do that." There is a hint of laughter in his words, some subtle joke that my hazy brain can't catch on to. 

"How else would you find your way home?" 

The rumbling laughter that follows starts low and soft, bringing a smile to my face. Then it sharpens and fades, ebbing and flowing like the reeling of the tide, surrounding me from all sides. It's everywhere and nowhere all at once. 

It's a sharp slap of icy water to the face.

Breath --- Chapter 4: The Universe Loves Meddling

The kid was naively unaware what hopelessness does to a soul.

My gaze caught onto the puddle at my feet. The water shimmered in the streetlight as my reflection stared at me with disdain. A droplet of water from a pipe above disturbed the surface and by the time the ripples died down, my reflection had been replaced by a familiar sight. The cold blue eyes that bore into my soul and the distinctive square jaw stirred an aching within me. Time slowed and a voice echoed within my mind, "but you know?"

Yes. it forces man to do the unthinkable; it chips away and corrupts the soul as it pushes away all morals. It forces man to do what he would never have done otherwise. The actions that a man makes under this despondent spell, he regrets till his dying breath.

The ghost said no more and time resumed. The sounds of bustling market swelled up around me, pulling me from the reflection and away from its icy hold.

Teeth --- Chapter 8: This is not a Library

I let the knock ring through the place, hopelessly hoping that the kid would simply leave. Unfortunately, i had horrible luck and the kid was horribly stubborn. I slowly made my way through the the maze of stacked books, inching closer to the door as the knocks refused to cease. As I finally found the way out of the fragile labyrinth, the kid's muffled voice reached out, "Hello! Mr. Ryder! I know you're home!"

I let in a deep breath. Murder is wrong.

Before the kid could begin his incessant knocking once again, I threw open the front door.

The kid tumbled a little at the sudden opening but righted himself quick enough, flashing his blinding smile. I entertained the thought of knocking all his teeth out for just a single moment.

“Good morning Mr. Ryder!” he chirped.

“You have already said that to me, kid hero.” I muttered, thinking about those nuisance messages.

His smile only brightened, “yep i did! But I can finally say it in person! And you can finally say it back cause you never reply to the messages.”

“No.”

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I don't have anyone specific to tag so whoever sees it please feel free to give this a go.

your words are: sunshine, shadow, ghost, and hero!

[plantmagpie]

Deep inhale

My unfortunate trio mean THE WORLDDD TO ME. IM DOING THEIR ARTFIGHT PROFILES AT THE MOMENT. I have;

-Rust, previously Ryder. He’s a moth guy who received a fatal injury whilst smuggling and had to pupate (a thing they can do. You essentially come out a different person with little/no memory of your previous self) in order to like. Live. He’s INTENSELY stupid, has a cannon three times his size, and drinks basically anything you put in front of him. It’s impossible to make him wear a shirt and he has too much jewellery to EVER be practical

-The Captain. He’s just called that, definitely not because I don’t have a name for him yet. He’s a cactus guy who became a pirate after his previous ship (which he was an engineer on) crashed, destroying most people on board. He has tree-sap burns that make him, unfortunately, easy to recognise. He thinks his boyfriend died on the ship… which he didn’t, but he thinks that the captain left them all for dead and he’s hunting him down. This guy definitely has Issues but he cares a ton about his two idiots. He knew Ryder before he became Rust.

-Rohllin. Fungi engineer raised in one of the only places that dealt with fire, since they keep back a giant inferno in the north from reaching the rest of the trees. He got laughed out of his settlement despite having extremely useful inventions, and swore to return with the equipment to properly fight the fires. They just told him not to bother. He fixes the ship and runs their chemical engine, but he’s also very defensive of his work. He has an affliction from breathing in the sap-infused smoke of the fires, which means that he trails smoke constantly.

And, of course, the gardening ship! It’s a vessel called The Creaking Branch, it’s run by an animate collection of ship pieces (known as Ironbound in the game) called Linn and she helps them smuggle stuff like soil and release animals from other ships occasionally. She’s a friend of the captain.

Okay I’ll stop now but. Hhhhhh I’m not normal about them Bee. I’m not. I’m also thinking about them all the time because of artfight LMAO

(okay no, but put in the tags something youre the unofficial influencer of. Like something youve purchased enough, used enough, bragged about and endorsed enough to others that you should be an influencer for)

[atplblog]

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[boxscorehockey]

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[livingmybestlove]

Finding My Soul In You

Prologue:

The sun's rays punctured through the clouds as I drove up the interstate in my dads old, rusted RAV4. I could almost imagine the sky above being what heaven looks like, if that sort of thing existed after this life. There was a permanent tremble in my hands, constantly on edge about the slightest things. But as I looked back in the rear view mirror and into the back seat, the anxiety turned the trembles to slight quivers. My thoughts often drifted to unbidden memories or fears of the future, even in our current circumstances. As it turns out, when you live in a dingy, old apartment above a corner store with drug addicts for parents, those are the afflictions you are forced to live with. 

There has been an uncertainty of survival since I could walk, having an absent mother and a mostly absent father, who unintentionally, fell into her lifestyle. Leaving me to my own devices. I was the product of a drug fueled bender that resulted in an accidental pregnancy. For as long as I can remember, they ensured those thoughts remained branded into me.

 "How are you feeling, Bran?" I asked, meeting my brothers deep, brown eyes in the mirror.

We'd been on the road for hours, I was anticipating the drive being much more chaotic but he had his head stuck in a book so the only sound that filled the car was the radio playing our favorite playlist. We'd made it together one day years ago when we were bored with nothing else to do. Every time our parents would leave the house after that, we would blare it as loud as we could. Regardless of whether it was an act of rebellion, or just simply something that brought us joy. We sang as loud as we could. I'd like to think we were drowning out the anger, the loneliness, and the resentment.

"I'm good, may want to stop in a bit for a snack though," he said with a wide grin.

"How do chicken nuggets sound?" I asked, lifting my brows.

"McDonald's?" his face lit up, it was his favorite. We'd been so used to snacks from the corner store that any time we ate a warm meal, it felt like a special occasion.

"Of course," I chuckled, receiving a laugh in return, "We can eat out as much as you want after next week."

"So I get to choose what we eat from now on?" There was a hint of a smirk in his tone, but his childlike eyes always gave his true thoughts away. He was too smart for his own good.

"You know, that is not how this works," I shook my head in amusement. I couldn't help but smile at him as I gathered my bag with my right hand, ready to stop at the next exit.

"Always worth a shot. Your loss," I could almost see him shrugging and turning his head back to his book while I kept my eyes on the road.

Brandon was highly abnormal for his age, his IQ shooting sky high. He preferred books or puzzles to video games and watching TV, even downloading cognitive training apps on his phone to use in his free time. He always said he liked to keep his brain moving, which made homework a walk in the park. I found myself wondering now and again whether he kept so busy as a distraction from our life outside of school.

"How's our Ryder?" I asked toward the back seat, immediately feeling a wet nose against my ear at his name. He gave a huge lick, signaling that he was clearly a happy boy. He tried to nuzzle into my shoulder under the seatbelt and I returned the sentiment, resting my head against his snout, the sensation of shaggy hair tickling the back of my neck.

We stopped at the nearest exit to commandeer the chicken nuggets for both Brandon and Ryder, then were off to our destination, only an hour and a half away. The town was small as far as I could see from Apple Maps, a very welcome change from our life in Boston. There seemed to be a myriad of trees surrounding the Turnman house, thankfully secluded from the outside. Brandon and I were both exhilarated at the thought of never living in the city again, as grateful as we were for the convenience of the corner store under our apartment, we needed a space for ourselves. Especially now that we had some semblance of stability in a home that had the capacity to comfort us more than our previous life ever did. 

After finishing off their meals, I looked back thirty or so minutes later to see Bran with his head on top of Ryder and his arm draped across his stomach. They were both clearly exhausted from the drive. It was one of those moments where I wished so badly that my eyes could capture the moment in a photo. 

In this instant, I took a moment to send thoughts of gratitude to whatever entity had control over our fate, which included our grandfather. Lancing Turnman had lived until the comfortable age of 68, passing just one month prior from a heart attack. I received a summons just days after his death and immediately visited the law office handling his affairs. During that meeting, his will was read aloud to me alone. 

When I had first heard of his death, I was unaffected. He held no place in our lives, never stepping in to care or provide for us, even when Brandon was born. There was a certain feeling of resentment toward him. He could've saved us from so much, yet he remained holed up in his fortress of a home, alone. It showed proof in the notion that family isn't connected by blood, those bonds are forged with acts of pure concern for the needs of others over your own, expecting nothing in return. 

In the meeting at his lawyers office, I discovered, among other things, he had left every single asset to me, including his home in Michigan. During the 15 hour car drive back to Boston, I cried more than I had in months. Never in my life had I felt this much relief or gratitude toward anyone. 

Beginning next week, when I receive the remaining funds from his various accounts, we would have more security than we could have ever dreamed on top of finally having a genuine home. With only an hour left in our journey, not only were we approaching stability, we were approaching an entirely new life. 

No longer would we have to live just to survive, we could live to experience...and what a beautiful fantasy that was. 

[edwardwriterman]

Family Visit

A few months after the events of Arkham Knight, Jason decides to visit Scarecrow in prison.

Batman: Arkham (Video Games), Teen & Up, No Warnings Apply, Gen, Jason Todd & Jonathan Crane

##Post-Batman: Akrham Knight, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jonathan Crane is Jason Todd's Father, implied familial relationship, Author has not read the comics, 3rd Person Jason POV, Jason Todd does not like Bruce Wayne##

Arkham was as cold and damp as Jason remembered it. Sometimes he wishes they'd never refurbished the old place, but the villains had to have somewhere to go, right?

He walks until he reaches the end of a derelict hallway, standing in front of a stand alone cell. J. Crane Ph.D. 054. Maximum Security. the rusted plate on the door claims. Jason pulls back a small window, before banging on the tough metal.

"I'm here." He calls, watching the scarred form of the psychologist approach the door.

"Red Hood." Jonathan's raspy voice speaks. "That's what you're calling yourself now, isn't it?"

"You've been keeping up." Jason states with a small laugh. "How are you doing in here?" He knew he shouldn't be getting too cozy, but he couldn't let go of the attachment he'd made with Crane over the year they worked together.

A sigh can be heard from within the cell. "They will not let me continue my research. I have not been able to speak to anyone else, and all my writings are confiscated."

Jason shifts uncomfortably. "I'm sorry, doc." He shouldn't feel bad. But he'd worked with the man for months. He'd seen how much the toxin meant to him, and hell, he'd started to get interested in it too.

Crane just looks amused. "It is alright. They have let me keep the radio you delivered. I am keeping myself entertained. He pauses for a moment, looking through the small window. "Did you know Mr Ryder has styled you as a vigilante?"

Jason almost splutters. "What?!" He shoots forward in shock, as if getting closer will help him understand what Crane said. "I- I told him that was not what it was about! I smoked Sionis for my own sake, not for the good of Gotham! I'm not Bruce."

Jonathan only laughs, amused by Jason's frustration. "He left that out of the interview." He steps back from the door, sitting down on the metal cot in his cell. "I always wondered what you would do when the Batman was dead."

Jason shrugs, recollecting himself. "Yeah. Got some unfinished business to take care of." He leans against the door. "What'd you think I'd do?"

Crane is quiet for a moment, as if considering the sensitivity of his answer. "Once Cobblepot told me who you were, I assumed you would go back to working with your brothers."

Jason frowns. He didn't like that his secrets had been spilt by Penguin, but he couldn't exactly blame Crane for it. Cobblepot had really been the only one properly operating during Jason's run as Robin. Jason was sure everyone else had been too busy to even notice when he was replaced by Tim only half a year after his capture.

"Fuck off." His words have no bite behind them, though. "They're not my brothers. Just kids who worked under the same egotistical guy." He places emphasis on kids. He never wanted anyone to forget what they had been through.

An uneasy silence falls over them, before Crane speaks up. "What was it like?" He asks, "Working as Robin."

"Hell." Jason replies instantly, expression hardening. "Don't ask."

Jonathan tries to speak again. "I wasn't speaking of your torture-"

"Neither was I."

More uncomfortable silence.

"It was…. difficult. Bruce wasn't exactly easy on us. Either we were too useful to fight, or expected to be able to go one-to-one with one of you." Dick always said Bruce had been good to him. Jason didn't get to see that same kindness. Maybe it was because he was just some street criminal, and Dick was some poor relatable orphan. Or maybe he had just purposefully forgotten the good times to further his villainization of Bruce.

"I'm sorry." Crane says. He wasn't apologizing for asking, but out of courtesy.

Jason rolls his eyes under the mask. "Yeah. But what does it matter now? Bruce is dead, and I'm free to do whatever I want to." He wants to change the subject desperately.

"So, when are you getting out?"

Crane looks up, eyebrow raised.

"C'mon, I won't tell the guards- or Robin." He mentions the latter man with disgust. "It's just between us." Perhaps he shouldn't be encouraging this, but he missed talking to Crane outside of prison bars.

Jonathan shakes his head, as if he was a father who'd just heard his son say something ludicrous. "I have not decided yet. I was hoping to speak to Edward or Harvey, they have a plan. But as I mentioned, that is not a viable option anymore."

Jason hums in thought. "Want me to shoot them a message?" He hated Riddler and Two-Face as much as the next guy, but he owed Jonathan a favour. Several favours, probably.  Crane had helped him when he was at his lowest during the militia operation, irritable and depressed. Being the man Bruce could never be for him.

He considers it. "It couldn't hurt." Crane responds. "Are you leaving so soon?"

Jason feels guilty as he answers, looking away, almost regretful. "Yeah. Heard some of Black Masks men are regrouping, trying to get the gang back together. Shutting them down."

Crane nods, as if he's come to terms with Jason's early leave. Jason watches the door for a moment, before sighing and stepping back.

"Wait-!" Cranes voice is loud, and a hand shoots out, grasping the edge of the small letterbox window in the door. "Red Hood."

Jason can feel Cranes glossy, blinded eyes staring at him. He approaches the cell again, and in a moment of weakness, removes a thick glove, taking Jonathan's thin hand.

"Do me the honour of knowing your name." This wasn't the first time Crane had asked. This wasn't the first time it'd sounded slightly like a plea. Maybe it should be the last, though. There was a connection between him and Jonathan, even if it was unspoken.

"…" Jason looks at the hand held in his, frail fingers wrapped tightly around his strong grip. "Jason." His voice is quiet, making sure only Crane could hear it.

"Jason…" Jonathan repeats, lifting his hand to the hard shell of Jason's cowl. Jason can't stand not being able to feel the comfort Crane is trying to give. He pushes a button by his jaw, and the visor opens up. Cranes hand is immediately moving to his unscarred cheek, thumb brushing over it almost tenderly. "Jason."

Jason looks down to Cranes arm, seeing the mauled and twisted flesh contorting around the mans arm, a reminder of what happened to him only 2 years back. The scars were still healing. He reaches up to the mans wrist, holding it gently.

"You will return again next month?" Crane asks, and Jason would mistake that emotion for hope if he thought the man could feel anything but muted rage and scientific curiosity.

"If you're not out by then" He jokes lightly, almost sad as Cranes hand leaves his cheek.

"Good." Cranes voice is soft. "You are always welcome."

Jason shuts the visor of his helmet to hide his smile.

"Goodbye, Jason."

"Yeah. Goodbye."

[ryders-realm]

*Ryder sets Rusty in his bed, and Ryder himself sits in a wooden chair* Good nght, Rust.

”Ryder? This happened a few days ago but… is it… bad… if I wake up paralyzed and only break free from it after a few hours?”

-@rusty-the-rusty-spotted-cat

...Normally, no. I admit, it's a strange thing to experience and...depending on the location, it's not a good thing to have.