#Smartest Gadget

[fakeicecubes]

Each and every one of the members of the Batfam have some sort of “brucie” persona going on.

Dick becomes “Rickey” and turns into a mindless himbo. Everyone hits on him and he’s basically like a mini Brucie. Craziest thing he’s done as Rickey- knocked down a 6 foot tall champagne tower and no one got mad. 

Tim has been working on his persona since he was about 12. He realized what Bruce was doing one time and started to follow his lead before he even became Robin. Tim becomes brainless but still somehow still manages to make the rudest comments. No one really brings that up though because well the kid dropped out of high school. Obviously he isn’t the smartest, the kid just doesn’t understand what he’s saying. Craziest thing he’s done- threatened Lex Luther to keep his gadgets in Metropolis in front of Clark Kent and Lois Lane.

Jason doesn’t go to galas let’s be so real. Even when he did when he was younger, Jason was so sweet to everyone. It wasn’t even an act he was just happy to eat all the fancy party food. Craziest thing he did as a kid- someone once accused him of stealing a purse, Jason gave them the puppy dog eyes and they were taking it back.

Steph just turns her regular personality up to ten. The upper class is afraid of her because they think that’s just how she is all the time. Whenever she does something outrageous at a party they give Bruce looks of pity because she must do this all the time. Craziest thing she’s done- pulled a toupee clean off a guys head. She then proceeded to throw it in the chocolate fondue machine.

The only kid who doesn’t make up a different personality to the media is Damian. This has led to many different twitter accounts that’s sole purpose is to show all the time Damian has suffered to his crazy dad/siblings. The hashtag ‘FreeDamianFromTheBullshit’ has trended every single time the Waynes make a public appearance.

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Imagine Yandere Sonic with a reader who’s very motherly towards Tails :3 because even though he’s a Yandere that’s still his little guy !! He raised him !! And now his love wants to help !!

A/n: this took a while

Yandere sonic x reader motherly towards tails

You didn’t expect to find yourself so attached to a little fox with two tails, but Miles (tails as Sonic and pretty much everyone else called him) had wormed his way into your heart.

From the moment you met him, you saw the brilliant kid who was so eager to impress his older brother. Sonic had told you plenty about Tails, practically beaming whenever he talked about the little fox’s inventions or plans that saved the whole team numerous times. Seeing Sonic so proud of someone was endearing, but meeting Tails for yourself had sealed the deal.

Tails was a sweetheart, and you adored him almost immediately.

The first time you saw him, he had been tinkering with one of his many gadgets in his workshop. His fur was messy, and he had goggles that sat crooked on his head.

"You're Tails, right?" you had asked, kneeling down to his height. "Sonic’s told me so much about you."

His ears perked up. "What'd he say?"

"He said you’re the smartest, most resourceful guy he knows. I mean, I’m looking at all this" you gestured to the various gadgets scattered around. "and I’m already impressed."

From that moment, you’d made it your mission to look out for him. Sure, Sonic was protective of Tails, but you couldn’t help wanting to mother the poor fox. He was still a kid, after all, and while he had Sonic to guide him, you felt that he needed someone to dote on him, to remind him to take breaks and eat properly when he got too caught up in his work.

Sonic noticed your attachment to Tails almost immediately, and it struck a chord deep within him.

You loved Tails.

His Tails.

Watching the two of you interact pulled on his heart strings.

In Sonic’s mind, this was perfect. You didn’t just care about him, you cared about the person he cared about most. It solidified the idea that you were meant to be part of his little "family." After all, you didn’t just love him, you loved both of them.

But that also came with complications.

While Sonic was thrilled that you cared for Tails, it also ignited a possessive streak in him that was hard to control. He had always been protective of Tails, almost to a fault, and seeing you step into that role stirred something in him.

On the surface, he was supportive, even encouraging you to spend time with Tails. But underneath, his obsession simmered.

What if Tails started to love you more than he loved Sonic? What if you started to love Tails more than you loved him?

The thought made him feel sick, and he hated himself for it. Tails was his little guy, he practically raised him, taught him everything he knew. But you were his, and sometimes, Sonic couldn’t shake the feeling that Tails was stealing bits and pieces of your attention that belonged to him.

Still, he kept those thoughts buried deep. For the most part, he let you mother Tails, but not without inserting himself at every opportunity.

One afternoon, you had brought Tails a basket of sandwiches and snacks, knowing he’d probably been up in his workshop for hours without eating. Sonic had tagged along, of course, watching from a distance as you fussed over the young fox.

"Tails, you’ve got to eat something," you said, placing the basket on the workbench. "You can’t run on fumes."

Tails looked up from his latest project, blinking in surprise. "Oh, I guess I forgot, my bad..."

You gave him a gentle smile and pushed the basket toward him. "That’s what I’m here for. Now, take a break, okay? Your inventions can wait a few minutes."

Sonic leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold. His heart swelled at how caring you were, but there was a fleeting flicker of jealousy he couldn’t ignore.

When Tails finally relented and started eating, you ruffled his fur affectionately. "Good. See? Doesn't that feel better?"

Sonic's chest tightened. That should be me, he thought. I should be the one getting all their attention.

But instead of saying anything, he strolled into the workshop, putting on his usual confident grin.

"Hey, little buddy! Whatcha working on?" he asked, his tone light but his gaze flickering to you briefly.

Tails perked up. "Oh, trying to find a more efficient wnergy source for one of my planes!"

"Sweet! You’re gonna be flying circles around everyone." Sonic gave Tails a thumbs up, ruffling his head.

As the weeks went by, your bond with Tails only grew stronger, and so did Sonic’s obsession. He started orchestrating ways to keep you closer, using Tails as an excuse whenever he could.

"Hey, Tails is working on something dangerous. You should come keep an eye on him," hed say, even if Tails was just fixing something harmless.

Or, "Tails could use some help organizing his workshop. You’re so good at that stuff."

It wasn’t always subtle, but you didn’t question it. You were happy to help, and Sonic was happy to have you around.

Still, his possessiveness began to show in little ways. He would hover whenever you were with Tails, always inserting himself into conversations or finding excuses to touch you, a hand on your shoulder, an arm slung around your waist. If Tails noticed, he didn’t say anything, but you couldn’t ignore the way Sonic’s grip tightened whenever you paid more attention to Tails than to him.

One evening, after you had spent the entire day helping Tails with a new project, Sonic finally snapped.

"Y'know" he said casually as the two of you walked home "you're pretty good with Tails. Almost too good."

You raised an eyebrow, sensing the edge in his voice. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Sonic stopped walking and turned to face you, his usual playful demeanor replaced entirely.

"I mean, you spend a lot of time with him," he said, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Not that I’m complaining, but... don’t forget about me, okay?"

You blinked, taken aback. "Sonic, I could never forget about you. You know that."

He stepped closer. "Do I? Sometimes it feels like you’re more interested in Tails than in me."

"That's not true," you said firmly. "I care about both of you."

"But you care about me more, right?"

"Right..?"

[yourcutelittlegayfriend]

LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING! LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING!!

*grabs your shirt and pulls you close*

DC/Batfamily x Witwicky! Reader x Transformers (Completely Platonic only)

where reader gets sent to Gotham when they're still a baby for their safety as a last resort (which is fckn crazy like cuz pick which one is worse Joker or Megatron) by their Witwicky relatives because of Optimus orders so they can distract the decepticons first and find them again when it's safe (Sam may or may not exist in this au).

First origin After that Reader grew up in an orphanage but became a prodigy because of their high IQ and fascinating inventions due to inheriting their -unknowingly- great great grandfather Archibald Amundsen Witwicky's intelligence (idk im just winging this) then becoming the youngest engineer/mechanic in the gotham (world idk) that caught the attention of Batman when they accidentally hacked the batcomputer something they kind of jokingly bet to their professor so they don't have to do their thesis but was peer pressured in the end.

Batcomputer : *Starts glitching*

Batfam: *slightly tensed but wants to figure out who's the insane dummy that tries to hack THE Batcomputer*

Screen:

Reader: Heeeeeyyyyy it's meeeeee a hard working college student that needs proof that I actually hacked your computer, so Imma just take a lil pic and we'll just go back to our regular programming okie? Okay! *takes a selfie with the whole ass batfamily in their screen*

Reader: Thanks Batman! keep up the good work now to destroy evidence of the crime scene (still on the screen) *Shuts their laptop and proceeds to throw it out the window after*

*Gets adopted by Bruce Wayne anyway because a 13 year old kid in college needs money -preferably in cash- support and a Billionaire with the history of adopting wacky kids wants them for funsies*

Reader : *sits in the batcave with the hacking video on repeat in the batcomputer, surrounded and outnumbered by the batfam* Fuuuucccckkkk

Or 2nd you were sent instead by Edmund Burton, Alfred was the best option to protect and take care of the last descendant of Merlin and youngest member of the Order of Witwiccans, you grew up under Bruce Wayne but used the last name Pennyworth as a disguise to hide your true lineage, you still end up becoming a prodigy and the sort of mechanic of the family (you literally 80-90% engineered and build the Batmobile and most of Batman's gadgets) you didn't end up becoming a vigilante/hero because you stive to be the normal one or The civilian member in the family, You're either a nephew/niece to Bruce or the living in Cousin to the kids, you bet your ass you're either partner in crimes with Tim/Barbara or you kept -humbly- beating their asses over being the smart ass in the family.

Tim: *Best at hacking, Tech and gadgetry, the more smart robin and on the line to become the Wayne inc CEO* I'm not bragging or anything.

(All robins are smart he's just abit on top)

Reader: *looks at their name in all of the blueprints of gadgets, weapons, suits, transportations, the batcomputer, the batmobile, the watchtower, the JL headquarters security/bldg and the upgraded batcave system* That's great Timmy! you really are the smartest! *side eye the stacked up and approved projects for Gotham Structural proposals as well as the contract papers for the new in line brand of Tech you're making and quickly hiding the shiny nameplate 'CEO of the most famous electronics brand' with your name engraved on it*

It can also be x Neglected Reader as well where any of the 2 is your origin but you barely get noticed by your family other than your inventions and because you really don't like being into the family business due to not having the physical advantage of literally punching someone in the face without breaking your hands first.

so you just exist and try to finish college and live away to find your other family/ Find Edmund or just travel the world.

Origins aside

The reason why you are so important is the location of the all spark that was supposed to be imprinted to Archie's glasses was transferred to his brain instead become wired inside and somehow passed down to you that's why Optimus needed you safe until they can send the Decepticons away and find you.

I can imagine it going down like this

The world was under a new threat either by Megatron, the decepticons, Unicorn or even The Quintessons no one yet knows other than J'onn J'onzz /Martian Manhunter and Hal or the whole Green Lantern Corps who were close or worked with the Autobots before were alerted by them to ask for help.

Optimus and the rest of the growing Autobots that were left in the planet as well as Edmund met up with the Justice League to have a discussion about the new threat and was surprised that they only need someone instead.

Batman: Why do you specifically need this someone?

Edmund: I have sent orders to the Witwicky family to send their child here in your city for their safety due to the facts they have the location of the all spark also being the last and youngest member of the Order of Witwiccans.

Zatanna: Wait The Witwiccans? the one Merlin founded?

Edmund: Precisely my dear but should also add that they are the last living descendant of Merlin

Constantine who drops his lit cigarette: Fuckin hell and here I thought that man died a virgin HA!

Superman: And what is the all spark?

Optimus Prime: The All spark is a very powerful and ancient artifact from our old planet Cybertron, it has been documented by our people that it has the essence of our creator Primus himself.

Justice League looks more concerned:

Batman: And what danger does it bring to earth?

Optimus and the rest file them in about the years of war between the Autobots and decepticons, the destruction of Cybertron, they're arrival to Earth and explaining why the All Spark must never land in the hands of someone like Megatron or anything one with evil intentions.

Superman: Then as a fellow Alien that has took refuge and promise to protect Earth, We will help you but you must promise not to endanger the life of this Witwicky kid.

Batman: Now the only problem we need to solve is their whereabouts.

Edmund: Oh don't bother with that I had Hot Rod and Bumblebee fetch them earlier this morning.

Cue in a racing expensive red Lamborghini and yellow Chevrolet Camaro before transforming in the air and lands with You in Bumblebee's hand.

Reader: Hi! I don't know what's happening I didn't do it if you think I'm the suspect, I won't tell you anything till I get my lawyer.

The rest are in shock to see tiny you while Edmund greets you and distracts you from the rest.

The batfam and the rest of the league looks at Batman for an explanation

The younger heroes and sidekicks are amaze when they got a proper introduction from who you are.

Not Neglected Reader part:

Batfam are more proud about you but a bit worried because of the large problem you now have to carry on your shoulders but is happy you got tons of literal giant robot aliens to protect you along with the other heroes.

Neglected Reader part:

Batfam are shock to know the real you and what amazing things you've been hiding from your family, not only are you this legendary person that can locate and has the power to use a life giving artifact you've also been hiding your true self from them as they watch you interact with the Autobots and how you become comfortable and be expressive to them, you might be small and just a kid to their eyes but to the Autobots it's like you're their world.

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THAT'S ALL I GOT FOLKS!

Tell me if ya like it I might make this after I finish or laid down NMC! this doesn't have to be Yandere btw

[vanillsugar]

I gave up waiting for someone to do this idea and decided to do it myself…hopefully it’s going to be a series if there’s someone interested :)

So what about one punch man x dc universe crossover. I’m talking about Saitama reader x dc characters ( specially Batfam)

HEAR ME OUT!!!!! From the deepest recesses of their memory and the farthest edges their mind could touch, (Reader) had always held a love for heroes. Batman, Supeman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman you name it. It wasn’t long before that love turned into inspiration…one that began chasing them, until they found themself chasing their own dream of becoming a hero like their idols. But there’s one problem, or more than one

1\ They posses no superpowers

2\ They are broke af so there’s no way they could afford using gadgets

3\ They aren’t the smartest in the crowd

It doesn’t matter though. No hardship was created that could prevent them from achieving their goal. So they decided to train hard…REALLY HARD. 300 Push-ups، 300 Sit-ups، 300 Squats، 10 km of running every day and no use of air conditioning or heating.

Years of training were enough to build the strongest human ever known in history..the thing is..no body knows. Well (reader) never thought of making a name or a reputation for themself nor they would ever care about that. So they just disappeared after finishing their mission before anyone noticing. Sometimes Even the criminals won’t have the time to figure out what happened before they get their ass beat…the only difference was how the heroes work become easier like there’s someone finishing the job for them

Something like this of course won’t escape the greatest detective’s notice. But even Batman is confused about the identity or the entity of whatever this thing is.. how it’s able to transfer between Gotham and Metropolis in minutes…how can nobody..not even Superman able to catch a glimpse of it and what the hell is its real intentions…the nearest thing he was able to catch was a footage of..a yellow skin ?cloth ?something???…whatever, The mystery surrounding that thing suffocated him. He needs to find a solution for this dangerous creature. God knows what would happen if it turned against them one day… what type of disasters it will be able to cause…and he would be damned to let it do as its please

Meanwhile (Reader) is trying to catch the stupid fly floating in their crappy apartment before their favourite show begins.

I’m open for criticism as long as you are respectful with it + if it wasn’t obvious English isn’t my first language so sorry in advance + I’m new to this whole thing sooo you know + you aren’t bald in this au :}

[kenyummy]

Hi! I was going through your profile to read more of Spidey! Reader and I saw the ask of songs going for each character, and your comment about Reed and Spidey! Reader being parallels of Bruce and DC! Reader??

HELLO?? THATS SO COOL!!! I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR MORE IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER IDEAS

IF NOT ITS OKAY I WAS JUST CURIOUS!! HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT

HII IM SO HAPPY YOU ASKED ABOUT THIS ARGHHHH i have so much to say

ok so yes! reed and spidey r gonna parallel bruce and spidey (or more accurately bruce and dc!reader) very hard as in that's what he could've had, ykwim???

in chapter 5, reed acknowledges spidey's intellect and treats them as if they're equals. spidey appreciates this immensely, feeling good that the literal smartest man in the world sees them as such. this is their dynamic. reed sees spidey as an equal, yet as somebody who needs to be nurtured. you're a genius, creating most of your web shooters and technology from scratch, yet needing help on some of the technicalities, which he's happy to provide.

spidey comes to reed when they need help. spidey isn't afraid that he'll make them look dumb. that he'll believe its a waste of time because he cares. he genuinely cares about spidey, maybe even past that of a mentor, and wants to see them succeed so bad because he knows just how incredibly brilliant you are, and he's so, so proud.

from the first moment you'd met him, still an awkward kid getting the hang of your new powers, with braces and that hormonal teen acne, begging to be let on his team because otherwise, j. jonah jameson would actually eat you alive.

bypassing the highest level of baxter building security protocols with ease and using some kind of inorganic webbing that was unlike anything hed ever seen. ever since that day, reed knew you were absolutely incredible, and wishes you'd see yourself as such.

(basically, your science dad lol)

now, here comes the parallel with dc!reader. bruce was the complete opposite of reed. he'd never had the time to see dc!reader. always busy. with this new robin, this new criminal, this new "addition to the family", bruce never gave you the time of day because he just couldn't.

he'd never noticed the things you made, the grades you topped, the things you tinkered with. he'd never seen it and probably never would've if you'd never been shot. he never saw how smart you were, and it made you feel inadequate. like no matter how many things you did, how many gadgets you made or how incredible your inventions really were; you were invisible.

you'd never come to him for help. you used to try, all that time ago, but he'd say he was too busy. always too busy. never free enough to look your way, let alone help you calculate the density needed for web shooters.

(in the end, you'd never be able to make those webs. ...not in that universe, anyway).

but eventually, he sees it. he sees you (you as in spidey haha). when you pull away, he feels the tug and soon you're too far to catch up.

maybe it's when you reveal that you're spidey. maybe it's when you babysit franklin and reed comes to pick him up. maybe he sees you and reed and sue all walking together through a night-time science convention when he's on patrol.

it doesn't matter when, he just sees it, and his heart sinks. you would wrap your arms around your science dad™ after he'd help you with one thing or another, unaware of the lingering eyes following your every move.

... just how much had he missed, he wonders. he'd never seen you hug somebody that tightly since you were a little kid. ... but you're not anymore, are you? right. he'd... he'd almost forgotten.

he never wanted you in the vigilante life. never wanted you in danger. but it consumed his life. every waking moment. always busy, too busy, always too busy for you. but now, he sees you; latching onto this older man (perhaps a similar age to him, maybe younger) and grinning up at him like you'd done it a hundred times before.

... you'd never hugged him, had you?

especially these days. your eyes are colder than ever, touch even more so. you slinked around the manor like you wanted nobody to find you and you'd escape conversations as soon as you possibly could when somebody tried to speak with you. (that part hurt dick the most).

you're so different than he remembers. (though, how could he say that? the last thing he remembers is when his boy, his jason was still young too. the last few memories he wanted to block out forever. too bad that included you, too).

god forbid you accidentally call reed dad one day, then he'd be really pissed off. especially because you stopped calling him dad (or any variant of it) for some reason. really, it was because you'd switched places with his actual kid, and you never ended up seeing him as a father, so it came unconsciously. though, he didn't know this. for all he knew, you just... given up on his one day, for that man.

who seemed... all too glad to give you the acknowledgement you wanted.

all in all, you and reed represent a very important concept that the fantastic four are literally in this story to represent. what could've been. it stirs longing, guilt, and especially in this story, a kind of obsession of "making it all better".

you once looked up to bruce, your father, so dearly, preening when he gave you a sliver of his attention. doesn't every child? you'd go back to this one day, he's sure. this time, though, he'll spend as much time with you as you want. you can go to science conventions with him, as much as he has little interest in that type of thing.

he can help you now that he sees you, so just forget that man, okay? he'll always be your dad.

tysm for the ask my love im gen so happy i got to talk about this teehee

[thebatdadnomad]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕀 𝔻𝕚𝕖 𝕀𝕤 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦

Pairing: Bruce Wayne & Everyone Summary: The death of your soul or the soul of a loved one? Choose now. "Mine." As you wish. AN: Bringing you some light angst w a happy ending :')

It was 24 hours to detonation when Bruce realised that there was a seemingly invisible, indestructible bomb attached to his body. One that couldn't be seen by cameras or mirrors in the early afternoon light. It should be fine. He'd had worse.

It was 23 hours to detonation when Bruce finished testing out all of his gadgets on the device with no result. Still, it was not like he was out of options, no need to worry Alfred, Tim, Damian, or anyone else in the manor about it.

It was 22 hours to detonation when he realised that this – continuously ticking bomb that only he could hear – was an alien invention, created to permanently separate the soul from the body without allowing it back into a supposed reincarnation cycle. It had caused five known sudden deaths and its origin was unknown according to a few heavily encrypted reports on The Watchtower’s database. He called in Zatanna.

It was 21 hours to detonation when the magician arrived and he told her about the device, intentionally hiding that it was a life-ending bomb. He didn't want to worry her; she wouldn't work to the best of her ability under that kind of stress. Regardless, Zatanna couldn't tell what it was, she couldn't even sense its presence, so she said she'd be back. But it was alright, he knew other magicians. Alfred was starting to get suspicious, but, by the end of the hour, his butler didn't say anything.

It was 20 hours to detonation when Bruce realised after Doctor Fate was not able to detect it either, that this wasn't exactly a magical bomb, but more so one made by good old scientists. Advanced, incredibly intelligent scientists. Now, Bruce knew he was good, better than good, but his brilliance was admittedly based in detective work and solving puzzles. Not in building and dismantling. So, if he wanted to disarm this bomb, he needed to take his evidence to the smartest and most trusted inventors he knew. He called in Toyman and the Atom.

It was 19 hours to detonation when Alfred brought in refreshments and confronted Bruce on this 'new case' that he was working on with a dry, knowing tone. After a bit of prodding, Bruce relented and told him about the otherworldly device stuck to his person, leaving out the bomb part of his explanation as the two geniuses said their thanks for the tea and gave him a look over.

It was 18 hours to detonation and Bruce was still being looked over by the pair of inventors. Their initial confident attitudes had diminished and made way for concern. He was not worried, though, he created their files. He knew about their achievements and growth potential in detail. If there was anyone who could locate, investigate and disable this bomb, it was them.

It was 17 hours to detonation when Bruce reconsidered his theory. Since they hadn't even been able to bring it out of whatever 'stealth mode' it was in to disarm it in two long hours. And to make matters worse, just before the pair left, Zatanna returned, bringing hope back into the cave. But after a hell of a lot of experimentation, the three of them still came up with nothing of note. No matter what, the device didn't budge to the 'physical realm' as she called it so Bruce just sent them all away. He then waited until Tim, Stephanie, Cassandra and Damain finished getting ready for patrol before continuing his research. Letting them know that something came up and hoping his cheeky children let it go. They did.

It was 16 hours to detonation when Bruce finally grasped that he was going to have to do some more active research. Had to ask questions, visit aliens who may have come into contact with this bomb or the bomb's previous victims. He couldn't just sit in front of his monitor waiting for information to drop into his lap, otherwise who knew what would happen to him? Luckily, Alfred didn't seem worried about Bruce anymore when he used the Zeta-Tube.

It was 15 hours to detonation when Green Lantern – Hal Jordan– and Orion offered their help. Again, not aware of the nature of the device, but happy to assist regardless. Mostly because they knew Bruce wouldn't ask for help unless it was absolutely necessary. Travelling to the planets in the solar system was ultimately a dead end, so they went elsewhere. All the while he was in a space suit, protected by Green Lantern's beams as the bomb protruded out of the front. It was incredibly disorientating.

It was 14 hours to detonation and they still came up short of any real answers. According to some beings both Orion and Hal knew, the bomb was not there. But he knew it was. He'd had a dozen check-ups from the magicians to suggest that he was as sane as he was before this bomb appeared. And while he might not have an impressive amount of sanity, it was enough to ensure that he was not seeing, feeling and hearing things. It was still ticking.

It was 13 hours to detonation when they were suddenly attacked by a group of Yellow Lanterns and had to fall back. Almost beaten by pure numbers. Using this as a sign, Bruce thought it best to return to The Watchtower. Insisting that blindly looking for evidence was going nowhere. But, it was really because he didn't want to put anyone else in jeopardy over his life. He was not that important. Once they returned to the tower, the two leaguers told him to call them again if he needed their help again. He wouldn't.

It was 12 hours in when Bruce started to tug at his black locks. What was he missing? What was this bomb? Had it been too premature to say that it wasn't an illusion? Or was he in an illusion? He ran countless tests regarding what he'd learned, contemplated calling the magicians and scientists in again for the second time that day. But without any new knowledge, he suspected they'd just end up wasting their time.

It was 11 hours to detonation when he felt the first urge to sleep crawl in. It was now the early hours of the night and he was suffering from jetlag from sudden space travel too, but all of that didn't matter. 11 hours was not a long time, he had to keep working. He had to keep trying. It was not that he cared too much about himself or his life. It was because of his family. He couldn't protect his family if he was dead. And Gotham and the league, of course. But mostly his family.

It was 10 hours to detonation when Bruce heard something deep in the pit of his mind. A low voice clear and smug as if telling him the following words was its most secret pleasure.

The death of your soul or the soul of a loved one? Choose now.

"Mine."

As you wish.

And after that short exchange, Bruce, dizzy and fatigued, decided to give up and let things be. He had tried his best, he truly had, but this was the confirmation that this bomb was meant to kill him, and so, he’d die. Because even if he was truthful and asked for help within the family, nothing would change unless he was willing to put them in harm’s way – which he wasn’t. He knew that now. So, Bruce, ever the practical man, thought about how he wanted to spend the last 10 hours of his life and headed down to the only 24-hour shop in Bristol with a genuine smile on his face.

It was 9 hours to detonation when Bruce laid everything out in his Wayne Enterprise office. He got everyone he loved's favourite snacks from the shop, made some postcards printed with his favourite pictures of them and him and was about to film personalised videos for each of them following his death. Of course, he already had a tonne of contingency plans and recordings for situations like these. But, for once, Bruce decided to do something spontaneous. To capture how he felt in the moment, now. Not what he had imagined he’d feel. So, instead of, "In the case of" these all begin with "I have 9 hours to live" and that, he found, felt right.

It was 8 hours to detonation when Bruce started deeply thinking about the people he loved. Alfred, his surrogate father who refused to abandon him. Dick, his inspiring son who was the first to show him the true meaning of happiness. Jason, his miracle son, who proved to him that love transcended life and death. Tim, his genius son who made him reconsider whether he was worthy to even call himself a dad. Damian, his serious son who made him proud just by existing. Cassandra, his only daughter who taught him what feeling healed through touch was like. Selina, the woman who accepted a broken man like him for who he was mind, body and soul like a fallen angel on Earth. Barbara, Stephanie and Duke who he loved just as much.

Bruce wanted to see them, but he knew how hard it was for them all to get a good night's sleep, so it was alright. He wouldn't wake them yet. He still had time.

It was 7 hours to detonation when he started to think about his parents. Wondering whether they would be proud of him for living the way he did, working the way he did, loving who he did and being who he was. He thought of going to their graves, but he just went there last week. Plus, they probably didn't want to see him with a bomb strapped to his chest. So instead, he went to the theatre room, put on a movie, The Mask Of Zorro, and cried the whole way through it. Holding his bag of snacks and postcards in his hand the whole time.

It was 6 hours to detonation when the sun slowly began to rise in the sky again as dawn broke. But the movie hadn't finished yet so it didn't matter and it did nothing to stop Bruce's tears.

It was 5 hours to detonation when someone creaked the door to the theatre room open. Expecting it would be Alfred and unable to hear much over the speakers, Bruce didn't bother to rub away his tears too quickly. But little did he know that the person paying him a visit was not his butler.

"Bruce?" Dick's melodic voice broke the silence of the room as the credits rolled, "I didn't think you'd be up already," he said, but Bruce heard the 'Why aren't you sleeping?' loud and clear.

"I wasn't on patrol," he reminded his eldest son, "So I got some sleep earlier on."

But Dick wasn't buying it as he walked closer and sat next to Bruce on the couch. Their years together told him otherwise. "Nope. I don't think you did."

Bruce sighed, lifting his hands up in surrender and Dick's eyes quickly latched to the bag that rustled in the action. Either not able to see his tear-stained face in the dim light or not simply commenting on it. Bruce predicted the latter. "Is this why? What's in there? Pain killers?"

The man actually laughed at that, much to Dick's visible surprise. "They're gifts."

"Gifts?" A slow grin grew on his son's face. "For me?"

"For everyone," Bruce corrected. "Including you."

"Aw, that's so sweet of you!" Dick exclaimed, taking the cereal bars out of the bag before finding a postcard of a young Dick swinging off of a younger Bruce's shoulders reading 'You're the best performer I’ve ever seen – Bruce'. "Woah!"

"I hope you like it."

From then on, it was all excitement and hugging and speculation as the others – Tim, Damian and Alfred – currently in the manor this weekend came in too. Entering curious about the noise and leaving with one of their favourite snacks and little compliments on the back of their respective postcards. It felt good to watch them smile so much over his random act of kindness. Bruce regretted not doing it more often. If only he had more time.

It was 4 hours to detonation when Bruce decided that he might as well seek out the others he wanted to give his gifts to like some dying Santa Claus dressed in a suit and tie.

Jason acted mad to see him outside of his apartment this early but still accepted his gifts with a small smile and Bruce couldn't help but give him a hug that the young man sort of returned. Barbara nudged him on the arm, reassuring him – and by that he meant teasing – that they wouldn't send him to a nursing home so there was no need to do this.

Stephanie was on her way to school but accepted it with just as much excitement as Dick had. Duke seemed embarrassed to receive his but made sure to say how much he appreciated it with a smile of his own. As did Selina. Though, Selina wasn't embarrassed, just confused as she pressed a huge kiss on his lips, touched.

Cassandra wasn't nearby, so he used his Zeta Tube to follow her tracker all the way to a public park somewhere in Hong Kong where she had been and handed the present over. And he could say with moderate certainty that he hadn't seen her grin as wide as he did then.

It was 3 hours to detonation when Bruce located the last two members on his list. Superman and Wonder Woman. The only leaguers that he could hesitantly admit to himself that he...loved, he guessed. In a platonic fashion. Neither of them were in the Watchtower at this time of day. But Bruce was sure that should he ask for Clark with enough pain in his voice, the man would find an excuse to leave his morning briefing early…He really didn't want to inconvenience them, but he was sure that this shouldn't be too much of a burden. He just...wanted to see them.

"Help me, Superman. I need help!" Bruce shouted, still in China with Cassandra who startled at his sudden yelling and even more at Superman who flew in a minute later and received a bag of pretzels and a complimentary postcard. Agreeing to take him to Diana as long as he let Clark hug him in return. Bruce allowed it. The ticking started to get louder as they flew.

It was 2 hours to detonation when Bruce got found out. After handing an overly grateful Diana her gifts in Washington DC where she had been and being escorted back to the cave by a beaming Clark before the man disappeared, Bruce found some of his family waiting for him. Mild worry on Alfred, Dick, Tim, Damian and even Barbara's faces. It made him sad. They asked questions about this 'device', but he brushed them off. Hadn't he managed to make them happy enough today? That was all he wished to do, but it seemed he had failed to do even that. Why were they acting like this? He only wanted them to remember the good times, not arguments such as these. Why couldn't he do anything right?

That was when the timer got too loud. Almost unbearable to the point that Bruce collapsed in pain at the thunderous ticking. Because no earphones, high speed or fingers in his ears could stop it. Tick, tock, tick, tock! Damn. He was going to die.

It was 1 hour to detonation when John Constantine, Zatanna and Toyman all appeared in the cave at the same time after having talked to each other about the mysterious case and realised the truth of what the device really was. John said that if they couldn't do it the textbook way, they'd do it by ear. That Bruce shouldn't give up. Revealing everything to his family who gradually became more and more infuriated once they realised what had been going on right under their noses. Jumping in to help in any way they could and pulled up his failed investigation and information on the topic.

But Bruce had no hope. He didn't want hope. He wished they could've just taken his gifts and left it at that. Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick—!

It was 0 hours to detonation when the bomb went off and Bruce felt a dreadful piercing sensation in his forehead as his mind finally stopped ringing...John was frantically chanting as Zatanna activated some sort of field, Toyman was preparing for something. But all Bruce could see was his panicking children and loved ones. Some cried, some screamed, and others reached out to him. But he was not tangible anymore. He couldn't feel them. In fact, he felt himself drift outside of his body which tumbled onto the floor of the cave, he couldn’t feel anything anymore.

Until the magicians stared up at him – the real him, not his physical body – and started to yank him back. Put plainly, it was an excruciatingly painful ordeal. It felt as if they were trying to remove his toes from his feet, but all over. As if tormenting Bruce's nerve cells on a molecular level. And he couldn't help but let out a shout at every pull. But eventually…it worked and he awakened again in his own body. With no bomb, no fear and no more fucking ticking.

The bomb had finally detonated and yet the tears, the jabs, the hugs proved that he would live another day.

[yanderes-galore]

for rq period: yandere tmnt03 donnie concept?

I'll try my best! He isn't as fleshed out as the others in 2003... So I'll try my best ^^; Sorry if it's vague, I'm more well-versed in 2012 and Rise.

Yandere! 2003! Donatello Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Controlling behavior, Stalking, Tracking, Jealousy, Kidnapping, Cameras, Picture taking, Delusional behavior, Isolation, Drugging, Forced relationship.

Donatello is one who puts those around him before himself.

He often neglects his own needs at times just so he can care for his loved ones.

He's the smartest of the four turtles, a clever inventor and tactician.

He values education and science more than his actual ninjutsu studies at times.

He's a pacifist and isn't as physically resilient as his brothers from what I've seen.

Yet he's still a decent fighter with his quick wit and planning.

He always comes prepared, always tries to think things through...

Similar to his other iterations, he would try to plan things out in his obsession.

Things need to be perfect to make a plan work for him.

Donatello is often gentle and calm, never wanting to cause unnecessary harm.

He rarely loses his temper and I imagine this version of Donnie isn't all that... confrontational.

Not many of them are, but still....

The only time this turtle is ever violent or aggressive is when he's mutated into a large monster.

That's it.

For the most part... You being his obsession isn't that bad.

As long as you're okay with mutant turtles.

He honestly just seems like he'd be such a respectable sweetheart to you as his obsession.

Although he does seem to know... too much?

As expected, Donatello would research his obsession like they're his newest project.

As sweet as he is, he's keeping track of everything you do.

He's not possessive since he's usually against confrontation.

However... He is obsessive and protective.

Donatello knows all sorts of things about you.

He knows more than any of your closest friends, in fact, at some point he'll know more than your own family...

Or even yourself.

Donatello soaks in information like a sponge.

The moment he learns something new about you, he's noting that down like his life depends on it.

Now... Donatello would have all sorts of information about you.

He has a notebook or two dedicated to you.

He just lacks the courage and confidence to actually do anything with said info other than stutter and stare.

Donatello is socially awkward.

He's caring and attentive towards you and your well-being...

Yet struggles on how to express his overwhelming feelings towards you.

It's not like he can tell you about his notebooks...

Or why he knows all of this info....

While you're unaware, Donatello gets to work with scraping up any sort of info he can find on you.

He stalks you everywhere.

He puts trackers on your clothes, belongings, car...

This turtle has your entire routine memorized.

Donatello has to be careful when speaking with you as his obsession continues.

He may accidentally say something he shouldn't know...

Only to make you both awkwardly stare at one another before trying to change the conversation.

Donatello tries so hard to impress you.

He gets into all the things you like, he builds new inventions and gadgets just for you to look at them.

Just a warning, if you take a phone from him, you are definitely being tracked now.

Donatello just seems so socially awkward and relaxed when you speak to him.

You have no clue how unhinged he is behind the scenes.

Donatello stays up late at night to track you, research you, watch you...

But you're oblivious.

You just see him tired and think he's overworking himself again.

Being cared for by you just adds to his obsession.

Donatello no doubt sets up cameras in spots you frequent and is always recording for himself.

That and he has secret photos he took of you at night, keeping them tucked away in his room.

Donatello is infatuated with you.

It's quite obvious to him... The notebooks, footage, pictures, tracking...

His habit of leaving home to follow you....

Donatello knows he doesn't deserve you.

Why would you?

He's a mutant turtle, you're a human.

You may not view him as a monster... yet you certainly wouldn't date him.

That breaks his heart...

But part of him still wishes to believe you can.

He can't stop thinking about such a fantasy, actually...

He dreams of it... dreams of you...!

He imagines protecting you, dating you, your praise, hugs, kisses...

He just imagines what it would be like to love you.

Such a thought nearly drives him insane.

While he is normally calm and able to control himself...

Imagine if he snaps and just decides to take you away.

In his delusional mind, Donatello thinks you'll understand.

In reality you won't... You don't understand his twisted mind.

Donatello is desperate for your love.

Desperate to the point he slips something in your food or drink... just to catch you when you fall into his arms unconscious...

Then he locks you somewhere no one will look... surrounded by pictures he took and cameras watching your every move...

With ropes around your body as you lay on a makeshift bed.

It may not be much now...

But he's planned out everything!

Your new relationship (which he just forced upon you) will begin just as he's dreamed it!

Except... Donatello needs you on your best behavior first...

He knows you may be nervous about your first date together... yet he'll try to compensate!

Your first date is tied up in a sewer surrounded by pictures of you that you didn't know existed.

He's so delusional when he has you.

He doesn't understand why you're so scared.

It's just him!

You know him, right? (You thought you did.)

He's your best friend! Soon to be boyfriend, actually!

He can't wait to start.

He can't wait to hold you, touch you, kiss you, love you...

But he must be patient!

He'll take things slow for you...

You may be nervous and scared now... But don't worry...!

You'll warm up to him eventually... Then he can continue to make things perfect between you! Just like in his fantasies!

[howlingday]

What are five matchups you'd like to see from deathbattle?

Ooh, that's a tough one... Honestly, I've had a few ideas over the years, and so far ONE of them has actually been done! That one was Bowser VS Ganon, which... I was disappointed, though it makes sense why Ganon won.

As for five match-ups...

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#5 - Kings of Crime

Two crime lords who have to deal with superheroes on the regular. Oswald Cobblepot, AKA The Penguin, one of Gotham's most dangerous gangsters VS Wilson Fisk, AKA The Kingpin, New York's crime lord. Honestly, I think this fight comes down to whose resource is more potent; Penguin's gadgets or Kingpin's physical strength.

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#4 - Because He's...

Who's the true ghost with the most? Danny Fenton, the Ghost Boy superhero VS Beeltejuice, the bio-exorcist of the Netherworld? This fight may or may not be a stomp, but it's possible that Danny has a way to get rid of Beetlejuice for good (and not just lock him up for another 20 years). Honestly, this could be a fun fight to watch.

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#3 - Bat-Turtle Tech

In the digital age, the master of tech reigns supreme. Tim Drake, AKA Red Robin, Batman's smartest protege VS Donnatello Hamato, the brains behind the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. It'd be nice to see the two smart guys of their teams duke it out in a way that isn't just brawn. Also, for added spice, they both use Bo staffs.

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#2 - Heroes Forever

When the world needs a hero, the paladin answers the call. Briggite Lindholm, the paladin and squire of Overwatch VS Jaune Arc, huntsman and hero of RWBY. Honestly, this also feels like a stomp to me simply because whose mentor was who; Pyrrha Nikos and Reinhardt, and how massively overpowered one universe is compared to the other. Still, seeing these two duke it out could be fun to watch.

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#1 - Cold Blooded Killers

It's monster VS monster in this clash between reptilian villains! Syzoth, AKA Reptile, the inhuman fighter of Mortal Kombat VS Dr. Curt Connors, AKA the Lizard, a brilliant scientist doomed to a life as a savage beast. Honestly, this is a fight I narrowed down between a pool of candidates, including Killer Croc, Riptor, Aeon Calcos, and Leatherhead to name a few. I'm a huge fan of reptiles and seeing a Death Battle of them duking it out sounds like an awesome fight from the word GO!

[famousinfamous]

Dex: *breaks into the registery files aka supposedly the one of the highest security databases in the whole world and while he’s doing it breaks into all the other intelligent species networks as well. Supposedly manifests at twelve but he says he’s always been good with gadgets so he probably manifested before that. Manages to restrict the abilities of a literal super elf who was ‘made’ by some on the smartest elves and gnomes to ever exist (they spent years ‘making’ her by the way.) does this all before he turns 14* litterally everyone in the series: yeah that seems normal

[ghrgrsfdesfrfg]

-Yet another OC to discover and read about: Doctor Stitchen

-Word count: 5928 (longest one yet)

-not proof read, i apologize for any grammar mistakes.

-Mentions of deaths, carnage, eating people and toys, various horrible experiments

-I own none of the image used, everything related to Stitchen was made by WORMBOYx on DeviantArt, credits to them for the pictures

-Everything FNAF related was found on Pinterest, credits to the original artists.

I am not satisfied with the Trivia so some elements might be subject to change

Credits to @fantasticarcadefan for many of the ideas written in this story, many thanks to them.

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Archived information about ‘‘Doctor Stitchen’’

-Experiment 1158 known as ‘‘Doctor Stitchen’’ was created in 1991 to ensure his genius stayed in the company while his public use and attraction was to help children build their own robotic toy.

-He measure 1m63 or 5,3ft in height, his body is a mix of interchangeable metal part, an early version of the animatronic line of toys that would later appear thanks to his genius. This metal frame allowed to easily change between a body part that he needed on the moment such as his saw-hand or even handmade (and unapproved) parts.

-Capable of violence but due to his personality disorder and small size he relies on his gadgets and sidekicks to assist him in battle, if no one can assist him he resort to his makeshift flamethrower or sonic-gun.

Early life :

-It was generally agreed that out of any children on the “Young Genius Program” only Harley Sawyer was the smartest (and most unhinged), this came to a change when an orphan by the name of Vincent Bartel was sent to Playcare and later selected to take part in the Program, he was a natural genius in the field of electronics, computer and more interestingly, robotics.

-Vincent was extremely smart and was quickly noticed by the teachers and Miss Delights to be good at any type of subjects except any form of art or sport in which his grades were average.

-He was often seen away of groups of children, few managed to understand his passions and as such often left him alone with his schematics and equations, this made him an easy target for bullying despite the efforts of other children such as Thomas Freuer or Penelope Spencer to protect him.

-His genius was first noticed when he submitted a couple of schematics for a type of robots he called “animatronics”, the teachers were impressed by the quality, design and the sheer amount of details featured in his schematics, they were sent to different teams of engineers and scientist who quickly ordered a more thorough surveillance on Vincent as well as more difficult subjects to be given to him during class and be rewarded with comic books or toys (comics were a favorite of Vincent).

-He was also questioned multiple times on his capabilities to create such schematics with ease and some IQ test were also conducted, these test later identified him as a genius and one of the few to truly catch the eye of the company in a good way.

-some engineers of the company were brought in to teach him more regarding mechanic and engineering and were astonished at the speed for which he could learn a subject of interest. It was rumored Harley Sawyer himself wanted to see Vincent and wanted to dedicate a team of scientists to start teaching him medicine and surgery in order to use him to make more experiments and even start producing these “animatronics”.

-He was selected for the procedure rather quickly but only after making sure everything was perfect in order for him to keep all his cognitive functions to keep his genius intact (and for the company to use it).

PROCEDURE :

-As stated, no expenses were spared and using his own schematics (revised and upgraded by other engineers) he was sent for the procedure and later came out as “doctor Stitchen”.

-His new body was primarily made to house his brain and a battery system, making him non-reliant on food or water, nearly every part of his body could be swapped with another to allow for easy change for whatever part is needed but he was most often seen with his two hands rather than the saw-hand or the gas-sprayer.

-The procedure was a huge success as Vincent adapted fairly easily to his new body and even seemed excited at the notion of working for Playtime (despite being turned into a toy), he was quickly put to work while adapting to his new body by learning more and making more schematics.

-The scientist quickly noticed a worrying issue about Vincent, he was forgetting who he was at an alarming speed. This was further sped up with numerous comic books being made about him, he was convinced to be “Doctor Stitchen” while he thought the memories of Vincent to be those of a dear friend of his which created his obsession with making an animatronic to house “Vincent's” consciousness (while never realizing he was Vincent).

-To try and prevent his memory loss the scientists tried many methods from simple ones like calling him by his normal name to more difficult by trying various brain surgeries to slow the process down, none truly worked and only delayed the inevitable.

-This was the first recorded side-effect of the procedure and especially the enhancement of a trait being balanced by the deterioration of another, this was later proven with Baron Bon-Bon’s incapability of using violence. Surprisingly enough this didn’t stop Doctor Stitchen from being as inventive as he has always been.

Work for Playtime.Co :

-His training in various subject like chemistry, science, mechanics and robotics were done fairly quickly and with computer science not far behind he was assigned to his own attraction known as ‘‘stitch-a-toy’’ which was a huge commercial success.

- ‘‘stitch-a-toy’’ was an elaborate attraction featuring a sci-fi looking lab where many children could assemble the robotic toy of their dream with the help of Doctor Stitchen himself (later nicknamed Doc Stitchen by older children) or his sidekicks such as the Nurse or Drella.

-His public work for the company is where he would truly shine by showing his robotic experience to the customers by creating small replicas of toys present in the factory like Huggy-Wuggy or Mommy-Long-Legs and making them walk around his lab, creating a mini town of sort full of automated toys.

-While the horror theme of his attraction or even his own body was made to appeal to teenagers instead of younger children he still managed to be quite popular thanks to his eccentric personality and mannerism, even winning the hearts of the adults by making their creations come to life, biggest of which was a two meter tall metallic bear.

-While he wasn’t sent to kill various people for the company his skills were put to use during his attempts to create a toy by himself thanks to Playtime giving him people to experiment on, he was very happy each time and even tried to comfort the desperate targets by saying “it is for science, cheer up !” or “don’t cry please, it’s not good for the brain, It’ll be quick”.

-His experiments weren’t really successful until he was given access to the methods and material used in the proper procedure and he finally managed to create his first toy known as “Blood-Boy” who looked like two eyes in a jar filled with Poppy-Gel and connected to a small body in order to work at the lab, luckily no one questioned the addition of this new toy to the attraction.

-His rewards for submitting new schematics and getting rid of targets were various comics (later removed because of the effect they had on his psyche), new tools for his labs, knowledge on the procedure and materials for his animatronic project.

Hour of Joy :

-Medium involvement as he was unaware that the Hour of Joy was brewing until it actually happened, when it did he was confused as to why the toys were killing the adults. At first he thought of some kind of Halloween event but his mind was already quite deteriorated by this point so he simply locked his labs with the adults and children inside and carried on as if nothing was happening, still under the impression that it was just for Halloween.

-His sidekicks later claimed that Stitchen thought it was something planned by the Smiling Critters to mess with him because the company created a line of comic book dedicated to Stitchen and the Halloween issue was often where the Critters appeared in the book to stop Stitchen and his evil plan, same for the children’s show for the Critter where the Doctor only appeared on Halloween to be stopped by the critters.

-He unleashed his first true animatronics during the Hour to defend his lab, this was a success as they were made of metal and only the strongest toy could damage them either by dropping them from great heights or literally caving their body with brute strength, he still refused to let the adults escape by claiming that the Hour was “nothing to be alarmed about” even ordering his animatronics to block the doors.

-When the adults escaped they were all killed by the toys still roaming the factory while the children never left Doc stitchen’s lab, no one knows what happened to them but some whispers that they were turned into animatronics while other claimed they were sent to the [REDACTED], one thing is sure: they were never seen again.

-He was later contacted by the [REDACTED] to work with him in order to retake the factory and capture the prototype, Doc stitchen happily took the offer and started working on more lethal animatronics to help in the coming war, he also received upgrade to his body and for his sidekicks, his labs were also more protected for added measure as reward for his loyalty.

War for Playtime :

-While it is difficult to pinpoint the exact moment the war started, it’s generally agreed to be because of two events: the discovery of fake toys and spies in the factory and the experiments conducted by Stitchen to genetically modify fruits and vegetables to grow in the factory with no need for huge amount of light or water.

-A simple window or a powerful lamp could suffice to grow the plants while few quantities of water were required. They also grew much quicker than regular fruits and vegetables at the cost of being less tasty than the originals. It was said a month or two could be enough to produce a small harvest and being obviously enough to feed the toys of either forces.

-This sent the forces of the prototype into a frenzy due to the mere idea of food other than human flesh or toy flesh being available, this led to the first battle of stitch-a-toy where the animatronics of Stitchen fought against the toys allied to the prototype, they fled with some food but not the seeds required to grow them. It was also rumored to be the first deployment of third-generation animatronics.

-Being one of the [REDACTED] most trusted and competent lieutenant, he was in charge of manufacturing more animatronics to retake the lower levels and kill the toys allied to the prototype, something the doctor excelled at thanks to his various generation of robots such as the “nightmare” variants who were much more horrifying than their normal counterparts, so much so that many toys fled when one of them appeared.

-His best accomplishment during the war was when he saved the prison and the Warden during a massive assault by the Prototype’s forces by unleashing multiple nightmare variants as well as a so called “furnace” variant who incinerated any toy in it’s path.

-While his lab came under assault many times he was never captured or injured, this feat is due to his wide variety of gadget such as his grappling-hook, homemade flamethrower and his sonic-gun. He would also use his army of animatronics to scavenge anything left by the toys after their retreat and even pressured Safe Haven for materials by sending multiple nightmare variants.

-While he wasn’t present during the final showdown with the Prototype his best animatronics were and he was richly rewarded by the company after Playtime.Co was secured, his rewards included repairs for his sidekicks and the best materials for his research.

Design :

-His design is very reminiscent of the cliche of a “mad scientist”, sporting a lab coat and bandages around most of his body as well as a surgical coat on top of it all. His eyes are two bright red goggles with a black spiral inside, he doesn’t possess a mouth and instead use a voice-box located in his head, his “mouth” is a built-in gas mask capable of expelling Red Smoke in combat if both his hands are tied or cannot be used.

-His head also possess a chip on his head near his goggles but it doesn’t have any function just like the surgical instrument on his forehead (I couldn’t find it’s name).

-He does not possess any hair due to his bandages but earlier design of his body included a fake hair made of plastic.

-His “main” hands are his 4-fingered glove and his metallic hand known as the “gas-sprayer”, while the sprayer is bulky and it’s 4 finger were supposed to be used for holding tools during surgery the Doctor still has access to many more hands such as the “auto-saw” or the “hand-needle”.

-The “gas-sprayer” was originally supposed to help him during his work or surgeries but was quickly modified to the version we know today, it was said the staff were intrigued by this modification and allowed him to use it only to spray some glitter and not the gas under any circumstances.

-Two vials filled with a red substance can be seen on his body but they do not appear to have any practical use and are probably there for aesthetics purpose although it’s entirely possible they were modified to hold gas or blood.

-His panoply also involved a Doctor’s bag but he was rarely seen with it, only used to transport tools or designs to be submitted.

Abilities :

-As stated multiple times the Doctor had no abilities of his own but relied on his genius, gadgets and sidekicks to make a difference during a fight.

-His grappling hook was only effective on light-weight people or toys, despite his weight caused by his body he was still able to use it for a quick escape.

-His homemade flamethrower was made sometimes after the Hour of Joy and had two known versions, one working on fuel who saw a limited use due to the lack of fuel in the company and the other version was using the Red Smoke to create lingering flames in a limited area but was extremely effective on the mini-critters and mini-huggys.

-His sonic gun was created shortly before the Hour and uses deafening frequencies and volume to disorient and possibly deafen any target unfortunate enough to be on it’s receiving end, it works on battery power and was made using salvaged music equipment, it was later adapted to be used by his animatronics to fight against Catnap whenever the Doctor needed salvage from Playcare. It was also used on the Rat King’s pack to devastating effect before they adapted to it.

-His genius was also used to great effect on creating new animatronics to defend him, attack whoever they were told to or even scavenge a particular area. As the war raged on he created more and more dangerous variants such as the nightmare who were considered the “heavy weight” class of the animatronics with some of them reaching 3 meters tall or 9,8ft.

Employees and toy's opinion of Doctor Stitchen :

-Leith Pierre mostly saw him as a tool, only useful to give them schematics and ideas for them to make money. He was not interested in knowing the schizophrenic doctor and stayed away from him however out of fear or disinterest is still up for debate.

-Stella Greyber was amused by his antics and personality but worried about the possible problems his deteriorating mental health could create, she made sure “stitch-a-toy” was always secured and safe for children to visit, not trusting Doc Stitchen to create a safe environment although she would often be seen with groups of children playing with them and making her own small toys to keep for herself.

-Harley Sawyer was secretly proud of Doc Stitchen, his intelligence was a testament to what could be accomplished if morals were cast aside in favor of progress, he was often seen talking with Doc Stitchen about his new animatronics or sidekick and even helped him during some procedure. The two were great friends even if Harley denied it whenever confronted about it.

-The Rat King would come to play with eudora when both of them were still children and had fond memories of pranking the insane doctor, when he became a toy he saw the other side of the doctor, the unfortunate deteriorating doctor and his ever more insane ideas. He is wary of him to this day and mostly avoid him and his animatronics but doesn’t hesitate to destroy some of them if they threaten his pack.

-Baron Bon-Bon was created in the same year as Doc stitchen and the two seemed like good coworkers where both of them would play with children during their own games or even go with the other to make a duo and create an unforgettable show, to this day it’s rumored Doc stitchen was an amazing singer who sung any rock song with perfect accuracy and tone.

-Eudora had very fond memories of the doctor where she and the Rat King came to play and make their own toys whenever they could, they also took immense pleasure in pranking the doctor by hiding his tools and listening as he loudly exclaimed “now, where did my tools go ? I swear they were right here ! DRELLA, my tools left again !” only to return them to him and seeing him jump in joy when reunited with his precious tools.

She was really sad to see his descent into madness, no matter how slow or insignificant, any changes saddened Eudora who was rumored to miss him even after the Hour of Joy.

-The Iron Maiden was surprisingly a good friend of his since they knew each other at Playcare when she tried protecting him from bullies, the Maiden visited him often and even had a small toy fashioned after her. The Doctor even tried to learn how to dance to impress the Maiden only for him to find out he was quite a poor dancer (which wasn’t helped by the size difference between the two).

The Maiden was quite touched by this and in turn stayed with him and befriended his sidekicks, she remains an ally of the Doctor ever since the Hour and her mission to help the [REDACTED].

-The [REDACTED] who is sometime tired of dealing with the Doc’s antics but finds him to be one of the most reliable and competent lieutenant in the war for Playtime and keeping the fight going for as long as possible against the prototype. Against all odds it’s possible the [REDACTED] thinks of the Doc as a friend.

-Poppy never knew too much about the Doctor but hoped to use him in her plan against the prototype, only to be later captured by Nightmare-Foxy and be brought to him after Ollie exposed himself as the prototype while she fled from Kissy-Missy and the Employee. She then took the time to discuss with the doctor when she was imprisoned in his lab and later the [REDACTED]’s complex.

She was both sad and afraid of him, he was unstable to a worrying degree, even catnap was still coherent despite being obsessed with the Prototype while the doctor jumped between one state of being to the other depending on what she said or did, she was also very afraid when he said he could try to make an animatronic version of herself, worried she would be transformed into one.

-Mommy Long-Legs had mixed feeling about Stitchen, he was an excellent entertainer but his mental state being so fragile worried her, especially when she saw how dangerous his labs could be even when playtime was still operational as it was easy for a child to hurt himself with some tools or even a wandering robotic toy.

Her fears were put to rest when Stella Greyber made sure to secure his attraction but said fear came back in full force at the end of the Hour of Joy when the children present during his attraction weren’t seen again, no matter if she demanded, screamed or threatened she never knew what happened to them.

-Catnap had a complicated relationship with Stitchen, when he became the Doctor he still recognized catnap as a friend but when Stitchen started to mentally deteriorate and truly become the Doctor, Catnap realized that Stitchen saw him and the critters as enemies because of his comics depicting the Critters always stopping Stitchen’s evil plan.

He tried to mend relationship with Stitchen but it became impossible since the doctor thought of it as a deception to stop him once again (despite a genuine effort on catnap’s part), the Hour of Joy also forever burned whatever relationship they still had when the Doctor started raiding and scavenging Playcare for parts, further adding insult to injury by sending a nightmare animatronic to fight catnap if he was deemed as a threat.

-The rest of the Critters were friends with him for a short while but when he started deteriorating he saw them as antagonists, never realizing it was only in his comics and appearance on their show. No matter what they tried the two sides never reconciled, they never interacted much after that since Stitchen rarely came down to Playcare while the Critters avoided his attraction whenever they visited the Game Station.

Some toys whispers in the factory that some of the Critters died at the hand of Stitchen’s animatronics. One must imagine Stitchen happy after finally getting revenge on them.

-Special section : animatronics, generations and variants.

-The animatronics were all animals with only 5 variants, a bear, a fox, a chicken and two rabbits, although more models were proposed. They were modeled this way after the Doctor ordered any mascot equipment the company could give him, Playtime didn’t want to use it’s existing toys so they bought animals oriented parts for Stitchen to use.

-The first generation are clunky and slow robots only useful for following simple orders, while they can’t fight very well they can still harm their target by squeezing them or punching them, they are slow and cannot run due to their outdated servos and limited battery only allowing them to work for a handful of hours at best and 2 hours at worst.

-The second generation robots are sligthly better than the first by being a bit faster and more adept at following complex order while being better armored and given better weapons such as claws or hydraulic fists. They were not manufactured en masse -as much as Stitchen could mass produce his animatronics- and were later all scrapped and recycled into the third generation.

Doc Stitchen himself stated they were “only a temporary replacement” until the next generation was ready, which it was in no time thanks to the [REDACTED].

-The third generation saw the light of day thanks to the tireless efforts and experiments of Stitchen and also thanks to the [REDACTED] supplying him with better and more advanced part for his project which allowed third generation animatronics to be faster and stronger while more armored thanks to the servos and endoskeleton being capable of supporting more weight compared to the previous parts being outdated and not sufficient enough.

Third generation animatronics such as Foxy were excellent scouts and hunter due to theirs new servos allowing for faster and more discreet movement while other like bonnie often sprinted down a hallway while first and second generation could only speed-walk behind them.

-The fourth generation or also called “nightmare variants” is regarded as the pinnacle of Stitchen’s insane genius and creativity with them being the heaviest and scariest animatronics to date (except for the Furnace and Dreadnought), theirs weight made them slow but immovable and unstoppable for most toys. Escaping them was easy thanks to theirs slowness but if a toy was unfortunate enough to be captured they would be torn apart or devoured on the spot.

-The fifth generations only hold a few animatronics known as the Furnace, Springtrap, Burntrap and the Dreadnought. They are the strongest and deadliest animatronics in the service of Doc Stitchen, it was said the Dreadnought could wipe out entire battalions of toys alone while the mere rumors of Springtrap’s presence on the same level as other toys were enough to make said toys flee in pure terror.

-The fear factor was something that Doc Stitchen heavily worked on, hoping that his terrifying animatronics were enough to make some toys flee, some of them were built to look like walking pile of scrap while the nightmare variants were huge behemoth with rows of teeth and clawed hand out of a toy’s worst nightmare.

Each generation was scarier than the last with Springtrap being (allegedly) animated by a corpse inside him while burntrap would shove enemy toys into his ribcage and burn them alive with his rows of small flamethrowers lining up the inside of his ribcage.

-Nightmare animatronics would often devour enemy toys in front of them to incite them to flee, Springtrap would also trap a toy in his ribcage and crush them with his locks while keeping the toy inside him even if they were dead.

-Special section : Sidekicks

-Doc stitchen was helped by many sidekicks, some were created shortly after him while others were made by himself using his own knowledge to varying degrees of success.

His sidekicks are : Drella, the Nurse, Kommander Korpse, Von Krunch, Blood-Boy, Lungus and Gootie. They assist him in various tasks such as cleaning or organizing the lab, helping him build his animatronics, serving as guards, bodyguards or rarely venturing out into the factory to accomplish various tasks.

-Drella was a failed Maiden as she failed to completely adapt to the body of a Maiden while her flesh was considered too unstable, she was then handed to Stitchen who prepared a smaller body for her and bandages to cover her head due to the unexpected mutations she suffered.

She is extremely loyal to Stitchen as a result and is a very close friend of his, like the Nurse they both might be his only true friends.

-The nurse was a child selected to be another sidekick of the Doctor, her procedure was a mild success as she didn’t remember her old self but quickly adapted to do whatever the Doctor needer done. She is the most outgoing and fun out of all the Doctor’s sidekicks.

-Kommander Korpse was made in secret in 1993 after a child was reported missing from Playcare, investigations traced it back to Stitchen who got into massive trouble with Leith Pierre and the scientists as said child was supposed to be given for adoption and not experimentation.

Kommander was considered a failure as most cognitive functions were lost and he could only follow simple orders, he was nonetheless used as a guide to take people from one part of the lab to another. Some people commented on his scary design, wondering if it was truly adapted for the audience due to the red skull inside his compartment without knowing it was actually a real skull.

-Von Krunch was a problem-child who liked to bully any child he could get his hands on, finally having enough the scientists gave him to Stitchen who transformed him into the thing now called “Von-Krunch”, he is now incapable of speaking and most of his cognitive function are severely diminished making him an idiotic giant.

He was nonetheless put to work as a “bouncer” of sorts for “Stitch-a-Toy” and later an enforcer for Stitchen thanks to his simple mind and brute strenght. His design was really odd due to being made almost entirely of plastic like Mommy-Long-Leg but also being outfitted with two Tesla-coils in his back who emitted electricity (turned off when people were close).

-Blood-Boy was the first true “successful” experiment of the Doctor, he was an adult given to him after they were exposed as a journalist. Having access to data on the procedure for turning someone into a toy he created Blood-Boy via a process that would later be used to create the Iron-maiden although it wasn’t as perfect as the one used for the Maiden.

He used a prototype version of the Poppy-Gel to preserve the Brain of the subject and later put it in a body connected to a jar used as a head where the two floating eyes of the journalist were put. The only thing except the brain to remain from their body. Blood-boy was mostly a failure since he couldn’t speak but was still intelligent enough to help the Doctor.

-Lungus was an unfortunate employee turned into the Doctor’s newest sidekick as said employee hurt themselves badly on the job and playtime handed him over to Stitchen, he happily took him and set to work on transforming him.

This resulted in the abomination known as “Lungus”, he was completely blind but was kept as a curiosity by Stitchen who paraded him around his lab to any adult or child as his creation. Despite his appearance he was kept around and even used as a trash-can of sort due to his ability to eat almost anything and digest it given time.

-Gootie was a child handed to Stitchen due to numerous incident involving theft and even an escape attempt, the child was even gaining influence among other children and as such was sent to Stitchen to erase any loyalties and cripple any future escape attempts.

Gootie was a success as he was capable of speech, working and his rebellious nature was turned into a teasing and playful one. Rid of this problem, Playtime allowed Stitchen to keep Gootie on the condition that he behaved. He was also given a strange design with drills for legs and needles-like fingers.

This limited his mobility but he remained an energetic and fun toy to be around, even after the Hour of Joy he and the Nurse worked together to prank or amuse the Doctor.

-Pictures of his sidekicks since i suck at describing appearances. (Ick, Cherub and edgar are not present in the story)

Trivia :

-As stated before in this document, Harley Sawyer and Doc Stitchen were great friends as it was said Harley enjoyed having a “competent scientist” around, they would spend a lot of time together discussing or talking about new experiments.

-Doc Stitchen was also said to be a huge fan of Rock, he was an amazing singer as well as a competent guitar player, he would sometime play rock songs in his attraction when he was working or sometime organizing dance night with his sidekicks.

-To the surprise of many Doc Stitchen managed to befriend the Iron Maiden, it was helped by the fact that they knew each other in Playcare. She was also amused by his personality and especially his attempts at learning how to dance for her.

-Playtime created an entire comic universe centered around him and his adventure with his sidekicks to conquer an imaginary kingdom while he was working in an evil lair, despite the typical layout of the story it was extremely popular and even got a Halloween special where the Smiling Critters appeared in the book to stop him instead of the usual hero. This was a huge boost to the sale of toys from both sides.

-This had the unintentional side-effect of accelerating the Doctor’s mental deterioration and the Company stopped giving him his own comics to read, it slowed the effects down but from then on he held the belief that the Critters were his enemies and his comics being true adventure he lived, much to the sadness of his sidekicks.

-He also appeared during the Halloween special of the Smiling Critters’s show where he would disrupt their day with spells to change them into various Halloween-themed object and one critters had to “free” them.

-Doctor Stitchen kept a corpse of a random employee after the Hour of Joy by convincing himself they were Vincent, he would spend a lot of time talking to the corpse and even telling his sidekicks about the conversations or bringing them with him.

-out of all the sidekicks it was Drella who was the most affected by his mental decline since she saw him as her best-friend and some say, a brother thanks to their close bond. Meanwhile the Nurse was the one who kept feeding the Doc’s delusions claiming it was better for him to lose himself and truly become Stitchen rather than live with two personnas (this was later confirmed by Playtime’s scientist to be a better outcome) much to Drella’s sadness.

-Drella came to accept this when she saw Stitchen focus more on himself for once rather than bring “Vincent” back, while she still called him by his old name she was more open to the idea of him becoming Stitchen rather than a mix of Vincent and Stitchen.

-Kommander Korpse was particularly close and obedient to Drella, Stitchen theorized it was because she was nice to him. He would follow her command without question and seemed even happier around her.

-Stitchen was so trusted by Playtime’s higher up that he was allowed to be present during executive’s meeting, procedures and toy designing process.

-Unknowingly to both the Rat King and the Reject the body they use were partially created by Stitchen as the Reject was created to test the reaction of a human being uploaded in an animatronic while the Rat King was an enforcer for the company with a state-of-the-art body initially designed by Stitchen and upgraded by the engineers.

-Springtrap is regarded by Stitchen to be the pinnacle of animatronic design, he is unique since he alone possess a true personality rather than a matrix and feels almost sentient since he can act outside of designated programs, one such example was the massacre of the prison where Springtrap hunted down severals toys who tried fleeing from him only to kill them all over the course of several days despite being alone and damaged.

-Some toys claimed Stitchen managed to bring back someone from the dead while other speak of a living toy or person being trapped in Springtrap.

-Stitch-a-toy was a costly attraction to maintain but brought so much money that multiple upgrades were made such as more choice to build a toy or a better sci-fi look to the whole place making it one of the most stunning areas of the Game Station.

-Most toys lamented the loss of various feelings in their body but Stitchen only missed eating, he looked at the food other people brought or what his sidekicks would eat then complain about his lack of a mouth.

-Stitchen was also the only toy unbothered by the Hour of Joy simpply thinking it to be a Halloween event.

-When the time was right and enough people were present during his attraction he would often start a song and tell people to dance, he would then promise the winner the toy of their dream, this led to quite intense dance-afternoon where Stitchen and the visitors would outdo each other in various Breakdance competitions.

-He was also a huge fan of arcade games and would often be heard yelling “High score !” when he beat his score or to invite other people to the arcade, his two favorites games were Pac-Man and Street-Fighter were he was rumored to be unbeatable.

-an image from a recording made by a toy allied to the prototype in Playcare, believed to be the first appearance of a nightmare variant known as "FredBear"

-Drawing made by another toy showing another nightmare variant known as "Foxy"

-The only available drawing and depiction of generation 5 "Springtrap" , the most fearsome animatronic to roam the factory.

-Schematics found in the labs of Doctor Stitchen depicting generation 5 "Dreadnought"

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So, I realised my "no.1 Carla Fan" title hasnt been holding up to well on here so uhm, time to share my rants i made about her :D (+carlonty rant)

Home Life.

Since ive come to the conclusion that how the kg kids act its how their parents act, im going to use carla as an example and go into her home life a bit more on how i see it!!

I see carla being raised by a single parent, represented by how she believes she can do most things alone and turns down potential romantic partners, shees seen a parent do most things alone and gone "hey, if they dont need anyone, neither do i." And officially decided she doesn't want anyones help unless necessary, because she has an iconic single parent who manages to work, look after their kids, and handle everything else. Does she have any siblings? I've established this hc before, but yes. In my mind, shes a.middle child amongst 4. My reasoning? She keeps to herself, knows how to hide things and doesnt get along with other kids. Middle children tend so isolate themself and their belongings, after having siblings in a poor household. (Coming from a middle child). Two younger brothers and one older sister, an older sister to look up to who teaches her how to do things like pick pocketing and creating gadgets, and two younger brothers to essentially make her learn its a "fight for yourself" world and to make sure you keep things in your own vision to ensure no one else has to help you with it. Carla knows its a fight for yourself world, she knows that if she doesnt teach herself how to make it out there alone, she might not make it when shes older. I also believe her parent has connections with the upper class purely for more money and trade deals so they can look after their kids better, just like how carla has loose connects with felix (which we see when kidd needs the key to the janitors closet and she fetches it off felix)

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Common Misconception.

I think a common carla misconception i see is when people simmer her down to somewhat smart chaos junkie (ill admit, im guilty of this too, done it before), but carla is calculating, smart, she knows how to get around the school in better, less noticed ways. She did that alone. I wouldnt go as far to say shes smarter than monty, but she is one of the top 3 smartest kg kids at the very very least. Shes one of the few characters where she doesnt need to resort to violence to solve her issues, the most she does is ask you to break montys wheelchair just to teach him a lesson and get him off her terf, and if i was her, i'd probably just wheel him near the bins and take off a wheel and leave him there but you do you girl. Carla isn't a chaos junkie girlboss, shes incredibly smart and knows how to utilise it in her environment. Carla has what (majority) of the kg kids lack, control. Lily, Monty, and Billy have it too, but Monty kinda goes off his rocker at the janitor but for a good reason, Lily and Billy have an actual moral code they abide by too. Carla knows what she needs and knows she can't lose her mind and get violent to get it. The angriest she gets is when Ted puts gum in her hair, and lets be honest, if some fuck ass blonde richy rich shoved GUM in my hair, i'd be yelling too. She was in her right mind when getting annoyed. The times she acts out, she's very much aggravated to do so, but keeps her shit down. She doesn't express her anger irrationally, she doesn't resort to stabbing someone if they disagree, or pushing someone in a hole, or choking someone, or exploding someone. She has no ticking time bomb in her mind. Again, might i add, the worst thing she did was probably kill kid during dodgeball (but that was a minigame ok we dont count that) or disable monty further. She's not a violent child, she sees beyond it, as i started with, shes calculated. She isn't the kind of girl to get all a's, shes more of an A and B's kinda girl, but she's intelligent in every aspect you could be. Socially, she keeps her composure around people as to not make life long enemies (even tho this is kindergarten). Academically, she can read, hell yeah! Street smarts, shes full of it.

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Bonus - Carlonty and why I like the ship!

So, first things first, similarities. Both of them i view as "support characters", characters who you will need more than you wont. characters who are there to assist you more than they arent, a favour from carla, an item from monty. They both also know the worth of money, monty knows it to an extent of that he needs it, carla knows it to an extent of that its scarse and how much it can be worth, offering differing to money. (carlas part is a very thin hc with minimal connections to the game itself). They are both also one of the lesser violent characters, the only time we see monty kill is.. the janitor, for a good reason, and stevie, but who gives a shit about stevie IM KIDDING SORRY STEVIE FANS, but its a bit of a better death count compared to the others, plus hes going through things so it ok we forgive the poor boy, hes only pissy when provoked. ive talked about carlas lack of extreme violence so uhm, yeah go look at my carla rants if you care or not heh.. i dont care.. /tough guy

ANYWAYS, thats just a couple things they have in common, but my main reason for shipping them? "elliot, is it the running trend in your mind to ship those stupid one sided ships or the toxic ones bc you dont stay true to chappel roan" shut up, yes, but also theres more. quoting monty here, they would be UNSTOPPABLE. like dawg, okay, carla and monty are hands down the two smartest characters in the kindergarten franchise (-any of the adults duh), fight me. actually fight me on this topic. they are the smartest, both of them have extensive knowlegde on things they shouldnt, they both think outside the box, they both know how and what they need to do survive in the kind of environment they are in. carla and monty, are frankly, an amazing power couple or friendship, monty is right, their alliance or relationship would literally be a game changer. i just really like them ig,,, heh,,, did i mention i liked carlonty..?

Also shes the first kg character i actually drew (for my abandoned au) so pls

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I Hate Tony Stark: Chapter Three

pairing: Tony Stark x Soulmate!Reader

word count: 3.1k

triggers: foul language, childhood trauma, poverty, anger (although reasonably justified).

author's note: another chapter in the bag :)

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Chapter Three: My Darling, You Are Glowing

For a birthday, this one has turned to shit and has officially claimed spot number two. Quite remarkable considering second place was originally rewarded to the birthday you realized your family couldn’t afford nice things. There isn’t necessarily a tier for these types of birthdays, but considering how your life has been going, you’re making one up on the way.

As a recap, you are currently standing in front of the reception desk inside a questionable 2-star motel. Your room is on the highest level, that being the ninth floor, and there is no elevator. Tony Stark, your deadbeat of a soulmate, decided to rush down to the lobby to obtain a business card with an address on it—while still being in your pajamas. This leaves you with a rather limited set of options for when your soulmate (a genius) will most likely arrive in his high-tech, attention-drawing Iron Man suit.

Run out of the building and try to hide in an alleyway or find a crowd to blend into.

Run up the stairs to gather your backpack then run away.

Ask the receptionist if she’s a snitch, then hide behind her desk.

Do nothing.

The first option, although the most appealing, isn’t the smartest. With you being a lady in a nightgown running into the night, there will be no doubt some predator waiting to attack. Additionally, without so much as your flip phone and keys, you stand no chance of getting back into your apartment while also sacrificing your most expensive possession (the phone).

Looking at the second option makes it seem plausible, until you’re reminded that you have never run a marathon, much less bolted up nine flights of stairs. Even if you managed to get to your room in time, the great genius most likely noted your motel room number and will be bee-lining it your way.

Although the third option wouldn’t be your first choice, considering how the others are lining up, it seems to be a worthy consideration. There is a lot of room for error, and you run the chance that she is a snitch. Afterall, when facing the boy-billionaire, it’s hard for any woman to say no. Even if she isn’t a snitch, doesn’t the suit have some form of heat-radiation-detection-thingy? It would be rather naïve to not have all the military gadgets installed to resemble a Mission Impossible movie. Now that you think about it, it’s going to be remarkably difficult to hide from someone who has a toolbelt that rivals Inspector Gadget.

Which leaves you with the final option. You are not doing the final option.

This is as much analyzing you can do because you are wasting precious time!

Without further consideration, you turn around inside the lobby in hopes of finding something to cover yourself with. In the corner you spot a raincoat that doesn’t fit the evening’s weather but is better than nothing. On top of the coat rack you took the raincoat from, there was a bucket hat. Perfect! Quickly putting everything on, you begin to make your way outside.

The receptionist behind you yelled something in which you shouted back, “I’ll bring these back! I promise!”

Stepping outside into the mildly brisk New York night, you felt confident in your abilities to blend in with the night people. Sure, you don’t have shoes on which is a bit of a red flag in your disguise, but hopefully the night will mask your socks.

‘I got this. I got this. I got this,’ you repeated to yourself as you depressingly realized there were no people around.

One of the things you learn in horror movies is to never look behind you, and since you wished to take no chances, you maintained that fact of fiction. Another thing is to never go into the darkness, but since you were wearing fuzzy socks instead of shoes, the darkness would be a better bet.

You tried to stay out of the line-light of the streetlights, but this part of town seemed to be nicely lit to your dismay.

Correction, insanely lit. The area around you was constantly brightened up and it seemed that the more you walked down the sidewalk, the brighter the light got. There was no in-between darkness like how streetlights were typically separated.

Looking up in confusion, you gasped in bafflement.

It was at this moment you heard something like a putter become silenced as the sound of heavy metal dropping temporarily replaced it. This noise seemed to be coming from where you had just left—in front of the motel’s main entrance. He has arrived.

This new piece of information got swept under the rug as you continued to gaze up at the sky. The streetlight-less sky. As in, there is no light above you to light your path. In fact, as you tilted your head to look in front of you, there wasn’t a single streetlight on this side of the sidewalk.

Your face is contorted to one of amazement and terror as you slowly let your head fall down to your body. There, from under the thick raincoat, you could see a light shining from the bottom of the coat. Reaching for the clasp that you had used to close the coat previously, you then noticed that your hand was glowing. Not letting that stop you, you undid the clothing you stole only for a beam of light to escape from every corner that you opened.

You are, for lack of better terms, a fully lit Christmas tree. Every inch of your skin is glowing, and it was so strong that it was emitting through your nightgown creating a bright silhouette of your body underneath.

Squeaking in embarrassment, you tied the raincoat back up to try and shield away possible onlookers and save your dignity.

This is when the noise from before was taken out from under the rug and presented to you on a silver platter.

Whipping your head back up from gazing at the lighthouse that is now you, you twisted your body to stare at the reason for the clanking metal from before. There, a few yards away, was the Iron Man. From breaks in the suit you could see glimpses of a light shining through. The light that was no doubt emitting from your soulmate.

‘Oh god,’ you thought in bewilderment. This is the person you were destined to be with, the one you have cast away because of what his genius mind has done. The man you hate.

There the two of you are, separated only by a few steps in the night. You stand like a deer in headlights except you aren’t the deer but instead the headlight. He wasn’t doing anything, just looking at you from inside his dented-up mask.

‘Can I outrun this?’ The answer was no but that didn’t stop you.

You don’t know what it would be like to run in a marathon, but this might be a casting call. You went from headlights to car really quick as you ran as fast as you could down the street. Granted, you knew that outrunning him is impossible considering his clear advantage, and it also doesn’t help that you’re a thousand glowsticks taped together. But when the very man you have been running away from since the age of 16 is now behind you, any idea is worth taking a chance on than possibly encountering that wild Pokémon.

As could be expected, you didn’t make it very far. Deciding to chance a look behind you, and saw nothing there, you turned back around only to run full force into a wall. Except this wall is metal. And alive. And 100% not what you want to be dealing with on your birthday.

Falling on your butt from the sheer force that was the Iron Man, you couldn’t help but yelp as your tailbone seemed to get the worst hit. That’s going to hurt later.

So there you are, laying down on the cold New York sidewalk in a stolen hat and raincoat with nothing but your nightgown and fuzzy socks to keep you warm. Your heart was beating considerably faster, but whether that was from the run or the soulmate being in proximity, you were unsure.

He took a few steps back then released himself from his metal body, stepping out onto the brightly lit sidewalk. His face was a little banged up and wetsuit-type clothing in possession of some minor rips, but he was no doubt glowing as bright as a star. It seemed to be that by proximity, the shine that the two of you emitted was growing ever stronger as the distance was being closed.

Reaching his hand out, he gestured for you to take it as a means of being helped up off the dirty ground. Then, something twisted and snaped inside your heart. Your brain no longer clouded by adrenaline but of an equally powerful drug—rage.

“Hey--,” he began but was cut short as you slapped his hand away, perhaps with a little more force then necessary.

You watched as his face went from shock to confusion, like the mere thought of anyone touching him in a way that wasn’t gentle, was taboo. At the same time, the glow started to fade away, as if the skin contact was enough to flick a light switch into the off position. Within a few seconds of stunned silence, the only light remaining was of a distance streetlamp and the faint glow of the metal handicap within his chest.

Quickly getting up from the ground by yourself then taking a step back, you stood as tall as you could while in the presence of such a highly regarded individual. You hate him, for good reason, but he is still a man with power, lots of power.

Even after straightening your spine you can’t help but note he is a whole head taller than you, very contrary to what you believed from watching the TV. Additionally, the screen didn’t do justice to his good looks, up close he looked even more spectacular . . . wait, what?

He chuckled, “Okay, you’re probably confused. I get it, lot to take in.”

Whatever he was referring to, most likely the slap of his hand, you couldn’t care less. He was talking to you, the person you have been avoiding religiously, and you are saying nothing.

“Wow,” he continued. “You . . . you’re really here.”

What is there to say? At least a million and two things. You could start by introducing yourself, but that would defeat the point of remaining anonymous.

Tony released a breathless chuckle, his voice soft but charged with excitement, “I just can’t believe it. It’s—this is it! We’ve finally met.”

How do you explain to someone who thinks they’ve done nothing wrong that everything is wrong? That your life has been a rollercoaster of emotions and bad deals because of him? Anger boiled in your chest, but something was suppressing an outburst. You couldn’t pin your finger on the emotion, but it was strong.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” You came back to reality as he asked you a question, staring at you expectingly.

His eyes looked . . . hopeful. Like a child has just been shown a bucket full of candy and the only thing that could damper their mood is to take the candy away.

You’re going to take the candy away.

Your tongue swept across your dry lips, readying your first words to this increasingly intimidating man. Perhaps the reason he was becoming intimidating was because you never actually planned for an accidental meeting. There was the thought that you would yell at him, scream, curse, give him an earful. Yet here you are, a thousand things to say but no words to say them. He is intimidating because you are in the presence of the great Tony Stark, and your mind has already built in a program explaining to you that he is nothing else but a celebrity on a screen. You and he have nothing in common—except you do. You two have a very big something in common.

“Forget . . . ,” you started, struggling to make words connect. “Forget that you saw me.”

This was for the best. If he really is your soulmate, he’d respect your wishes. Afterall, what are soulmates for if not servants to each other? Besides, this really is for the best. He’s oblivious to the pain he’s caused and is ignorant of the full story. As far as he’s probably concerned, this is the best day of his life. The first day of a long life spent with someone else, forever not alone.

His eyebrows knit together as he makes an interesting face that mimics a comical expression of confusion.

“I don’t follow. What’re you talking about?” He asks. “How am I supposed to forget something so captivating?”

The compliment goes over your head, too focused on managing this situation and tilting it into your desired path.

“This meeting shouldn’t be happening,” you struggle to maintain a steady heartbeat as your head began to drift down.

“I completely agree,” he replied.

Your head whips back up, shocked by his response. Did he understand? Is this some form of soulmate ability you’re unfamiliar with? Maybe this birthday is starting to brighten up.

A smirk is perched on his lips as he continued, “Dinner then? I didn’t mean for all this to happen while you were in your pajamas, so let’s start out fresh where we’re both prepared.”

The hope dies quickly as now you need to clarify what you meant.

“I was thinking about a steakhouse. You like steak? There’s this place that holds a constant reservation for me so--,” he was starting to talk again but you interrupted him.

“I don’t want to go out for dinner,” you tried to clarify.

He paused as his eyes showed something like a processor going through his brain.

“Yeah, good point. It’s a bit formal to start out with. Besides, probably best to avoid the crowds after the show I made,” he chuckled while pointing in the direction of the expo. “PR is going to have a field day. However, I do have to warn you, I make an impression everywhere I go.”

Towards the end of his statement he then made a motion to himself as if saying ‘I am Tony Stark, after all’.

The overinflated ego oozing out of this man was almost intoxicating, making it hard for you to breath. Not to forget that everything that was could out of your mouth was going over his head.

You tried to reinstate your point, “I don’t want to go out with you.”

This sent him into a moment of more analyzing, trying to decipher the latest bit of words you sputtered out. Everything you’ve said so far made sense to you, but it didn’t make a whole lot of sense to him.

“Okay . . . I can work with that,” he paused. “So, what do you want to do?”

“I want you to leave me alone,” you replied bluntly.

A few seconds passed by while both of you stood at an impasse. You’d like nothing more than to go back to your motel room and pretend none of this ever happened, but if you do this right, you’ll never have to worry about your relationship with Tony Stark ever again.

“Now why would you want something like that?” He asks suspiciously, slightly tilting his head to the right in curiosity.

Well? What’s your response? Sure, you have a reason (a damn good one at that), but is he worth reliving that terrible experience? Honesty is most likely the best response, but he just isn’t worth your time.

“Once upon a time I asked for this—a connection. But now, I don’t need it,” you sighed in frustration. “And frankly, I don’t want it.”

This took him back, not expecting someone to reject him. Him. Tony Stark. Surely rejection isn’t an often-had drink that he has.

“I’m not following,” he said, you could hear his voice raise in equally matched frustrations. “We’re meant to be together. That’s literally the whole idea of a soul—sorry, were you not educated on this topic?”

Your face changed into one that looked to be light anger, for this man who doesn’t know a thing about you, is questioning your knowledge.

“Yes, yes, I do know what soulmates are along with their premise. I don’t want one,” you solidify the statement with a subtle nod on your part, mentally confirming to yourself that this is what you wanted.

He seemed to almost scoff, “What? Fate has put us together; this is something you don’t just throw away. It’s something you accept, what everyone accepts.”

This bull is not going down without a fight, so it’s time to put your game face on. You tried to do this civilly, but if you need to play a little dirty, so be it. He should be familiar with the premise, considering his previous line of work resulted in the death of so many. The primary executioner of your father needs to know exactly how much you don’t need him.

“Yeah, just like how I accepted--,” you bit your tongue, the thought of your parents passing still stinging your heart. You almost slipped, almost admitting to him his own sins. Instead you say with a little wetness in your eyes, “I don’t owe you anything, nor an explanation. You’re just a problem I don’t need. Soulmates are your reality, Stark, not mine.”

The band aid has been ripped; you’ve given him your thoughts. And based on his silence, you’ve managed to say the right things. It only took a few moments after your statement, however, before he spoke again.

“Please rethink thi--,” he began softly, only to be cut off once more.

“I don’t need--,” here it is, the salt into the exposed wound. Time to cut the head off the snake. The venom was practically dripping down your chin as you finished your sentence, “--some overinflated ego telling me what my life is supposed to be like. This is my future, mine.”

In that moment, you felt something in your heart strain. It didn’t hurt, but it certainly couldn’t be ignored. And then, for a split second, you thought maybe this wasn’t the best idea.

No going back now.

[xjulixred45x]

Hello again, I hope you are doing well and I have a oldie request since it's apart of your list. May I humbly request for Yandere Prince Lotor with engineer human reader hc ( Like hypothetically that Lotor harvesting quintense from alteans never happened and he is working along side earth and the princess as Emperor and that is how he met reader ) apologies for being so hyperspecific the later seasons made me salty

Me too mate, me too😤

Thanks for the Request!

Yandere! Lotor x Engineer! Human! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: yandere behaviors, slight stalking tendencies, isolation, overprotection, slight manipulation, Unhealty mindset, overbearing behavior, shady things in general.

• Lotor always had a complicated relationship with love (unintentional pun), having Zarkon of all beings for a father and a mother presumably dead his entire life, he never really had the opportunity to witness a truly functional relationship.

• Obviously as he grew and matured he realized certain things about couples, including how his father referred to his late mother. The relationships were complex, some were for benefit, others simply for desire, and others... simply for affection.

• And they were the ones that confused Lotor the most, even his own father seemed to have fallen for this feeling, describing his relationship with Honerva as his only weakness.

• Having grown up where he grew up, Lotor was not going to allow “weaknesses”, not after all the bad things that happened to him every time he allowed himself to be vulnerable, every time he allowed himself to be weak, this was the best, for everyone.

• However, things change. Especially when Voltron appeared on the map.

• Overall, this caused Lotor to have to rethink many of his values and morals, he believed that he had improved and become a better person.

• With the help of Princess Allura, Lotor was able to create a better system for the Galra, even generating diplomatic ties with other civilizations. Among them, the earth.

• That's where everything went down. It was there where he met her.

• reader was a somewhat veteran engineer from Harrison, she had studied in the same year as Shiro and Adam. While they were more focused on being pilots, Reader had her heart set on the mechanics and engineering behind the ships.

• Thanks to this, Reader had quickly become a technological prodigy and a highly sought-after student in the barracks, whether to make improvements to the ships, fix problems with the consoles, or even make personalized gadgets at an acceptable price.

• And now, as an adult, she was the head of Harrison's engineering department, trying to help cultivate bright young minds.

• Lotor (and Allura) ended up turning to her precisely because they were researching Honerva's notes, so knowing that the reader was good at that type of science, they thought she could be of help.

• To be honest, if they told the reader in advance she probably forgot and was working on something when they arrived, with their first impression of her being that of a reader with a greased face and probably something exploding.

• Yeah, at first Lotor wasn't so sure about her help until Allura convinced him with a lot of effort. And yet at first the interactions were awkward as Lotor did not believe that this disorganized and forgetful person could be one of the smartest people around.

• However, the surprising thing was that the reader remained her normal cheerful self, seemed not to be affected in the least by the sarcastic remarks or harsh criticism, she simply improved for the next time and came, in fact, much better than before and with more strength.

• Thanks to this, Lotor began to view her with a little more respect, being more willing to listen to her and generally being more open.

• The more involved they were in researching the notes, the more the reader's intellect shone, whether doing the calculations, diagrams and values of the readings that the research showed, which caused the feeling of respect to increase.

• It is very likely that both reader and Lotor have Made a All-nighter and have not gone to sleep until Allura forced them to go to bed (with red eyes and messy hair).

• Eventually, when they began to assemble prototypes for the ship that would take Lotor and Allura to the Quintescence field, the conversations stopped being so professional and took a more personal turn.

• The reader probably does not fully know the context in which Lotor lived, perhaps it was mentioned a couple of times while they were working about having a bad childhood, but nothing more.

• However, reader shows sympathy and tries to liven up the situation, (especially if she has a good relationship with her family), after all, family is what makes you happy, not who raised you! you can always be better!

• It is probably in those moments, in a moment of pure innocence, that Lotor realizes that something is starting to go… wrong.

• Lotor knew that he not only appreciated the reader, he admired her, he loved her, but it was not the type of love that others considered normative, or healthy in general.

• Indeed, reader felt like a kind of pleasant weakness, a safe place, but at the same time something delicate and fragile.

• It didn't help the girl's human nature, or that she had a job as dangerous as fixing the ships even though she knew the risks, even with all the warnings he gave her to be more careful, she got hurt often. She was so stubborn...

• There was also her overly trusting attitude towards others, he had seen it (even if the reader didn't realize it), how she was too friendly for his liking with other people, especially the former black paladin, the level of closeness they had made Lotor want to tear off his skin...

• Obviously Lotor kept this as secret as possible from the reader, he knew that these feelings could be seen as out of place and he didn't want to scare her, however, he had to make sure he kept her close without exposing himself.

• This is how a new phase in their relationship began.

• Lotor is someone who is charismatic and, above all, someone who is tactical and intelligent, so it is easy for him to find some questionable aspect of the people close to the reader so that she stops trusting them.

• In this way, Lotor isolated Reader little by little without her realizing it, before knowing it, the only people Reader interacted with were Pidge, Hunk and Allura.

• At the same time, Lotor would begin to be more affective, more attentive in other ways (whether to satisfy his own addiction to the company of the reader or so that she would not realize how alone she was), at first glance it was something overwhelming, but now that I really didn't have much else to do, reader was starting to fall for it...

• It would be very difficult for anyone to realize what is wrong with these two's relationship, whether because Lotor makes the reader cut ties with those who question him or simply because they are under the same web of lies as the reader. They just don't see anything strange with the relationship because it is purely inner manipulation.

• The only ones who seem to see things more or less clearly are Shiro and Allura. But they can't do much either, Allura is convinced that Lotor changed for the better and she doesn't want to ruin it. While Shiro can't even talk to the reader alone.

• I think that even without the Yandere, it is very likely that the reader will fall in love with Lotor in this phase. If she confesses it to him he would be over the moon! And probably already making plans for the reader to go live in the Galra colony.

• Whether the reader does it out of love or manipulation, it is inevitable.

• I would say that Lotor's Yandere side shines brighter when he and the reader are already married. Jealousy and possessiveness are triggered by A THOUSEND TIMES and now Lotor has a VERY “valid” reason for wanting to isolate the reader even more (the racism of the Garla towards other species) with the context that it is for her “safety.”

• If the reader realizes that she made a mistake it would have been too late, she is already very far from the earth, they do not give her access to the ships and even if she had access, she does not even know where to go.

• Aside from that, Lotor may or may not mention that staying with him is both in the best interest of the reader and her family. He won't say direct threats, but you can see that he is talking about something bad.

• So either the reader puts up with everything or faces the consequences with her family and friends :)

• Honestly, it's very likely that the reader will develop Stockholm syndrome, if she didn't already have it from all the time Lotor was messing with her head, so it's best not to resist.

• In a voluntary route, Lotor can tone down his tendencies a bit, even being a very good husband, trying to ensure that the reader continues to have his projects to distract her, letting her be friends with his generals, etc.

• Of course, it would never be completely safe for those around you, if someone gets too affectionate for your liking, hands off.

• But at least he has the decency to not do that kind of thing in front of the reader.

• If you are a genuine volunteer, Lotor may even let you have video calls with your family! It's not much, but it's the most a reader can have with such an overprotective Yandere.

• In general, Lotor does not understand relationships, which leads him to have an unhealthy relationship, have an unhealthy mindset, and while he treats his partner like a deity, he also isolates them and drags them into the same decadent pit as him. .

• I guess the good thing is that she loves him. Or she loved him. Either one is enough for him.

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[white-guy-energy-swag]

GRENN NERD SHOWDOWN ROUND 1 BATTLE 1

PIDGE FROM VOLTRON VS RIZ GUKGAK FROM DIMENSION 20: FANTASY HIGH

PROPAGANDA

PIDGE

Green clothes. Green lion. "Smart guy" of the 5 man band. Some iterations he's a ninja.

She's a tech nerd and can hack anything. Makes her own robots.

Just…✨Pidge✨ They really went ‘Gender? Nah!’ I respect that. (i’m also a simp lol)

Well, first she is the green paladin (she is a woman, but she is refered to as male for the first few eps and in the original Voltron series the character is male, hope that counts) and is the smartest and most tech inclined person of the group.

RIZ

Riz "The Ball" Gukgak, is green cuz he's a goblin, and a nerd. He starts out as a "Teen Detective" kid, investigating the disappearance of the missing girls in Elmville, cuz one of the missing girls is his old babysitter, aka his only friend before the show starts. He later graduates in the "James Bond Wannabe" Kid. He starts accessorizing and experimenting with his outfit, but because he's a nerd and self conscious he's constantly trying to justify it by making everything some kind of gadget and saying that it's all for the sake of utility in order to deflect any judgement. Also, before you think the nickname "The Ball" is cool, he got it because when he tried to join the sport team, the school jock said that the only position he could play was the ball, and proceeded to throw him like a ball. Dimension 20 is a D&D actual play show, Riz Gukgak is one of the player character, his player being Brian Murphy, who is a nerd himself. He's also the rogue, starting with the Inquisitive subclass, aka the nerd subclass, and later changes to the Arcane Trickster subclass, aka the slightly cooler nerd subclass. He's a nerd being played by a nerd as the nerd class with the nerd subclass, formerly the other nerd subclass, in the nerd game.

He's a green goblin who is obsessed with solving mysteries and making clue boards

Goblin (green). Middle school nickname was Briefcase Kid. Still carries that briefcase. Is a licensed PI. Definitely the (non-magic) brains of his adventuring party.

he made business cards to give to potential friends on his first day of school. he is a self proclaimed private investigator. he carries around a fucking briefcase to HIGH SCHOOL. what hasn’t this guy done. Sure he does a lot of cool stuff but this is what matters.

I love him, he is such a nerd, straight A student with an impeccable knowledge of the world he lives in, he is also literally a goblin, and thus the colour green. He’s also aro so green in the flag

Feral detective/angel spy

[lokigirlszendaya]

The Force works in mysterious (and fabulous) ways

Polygamous Bad Batch x OC

Warnings: Slow burn, oblivious OC

Chapter 8: Team bonding or accidental dates?

Location: Peaceful moon, sparkly lake, suspiciously romantic picnic

Date Status: Casual? Team-building? Accidental love confession pending.

Talia insisted it was important.

“You boys need a break,” she said with a flutter of her lashes and a very serious tone. “We’ve been blasting and rescuing and punching for, like, weeks. Your glowy auras are all clogged with stress!”

That had somehow translated into her dragging the Bad Batch to a lush, flower-filled meadow on a peaceful moon with a lake that sparkled like crystals. She had packed snacks. Handmade snacks. And there were pillows. And a blanket. And… candles?

“Why are there candles?” Crosshair asked flatly, staring at the heart-shaped flame holders on the picnic spread.

“For ambience, obviously,” Talia said, already halfway through braiding flowers into Wrecker’s hair.

Hunter looked around suspiciously. “This isn’t just a picnic, is it?”

“What? Nooo. It’s a team-building retreat. Look, I made you all little affirmation cards!”

She handed each of them sparkly cards with glitter pen messages:

• Hunter: Your voice makes me feel safe. Also you smell like cinnamon and bravery.

• Tech: You’re the smartest cupcake in the whole galaxy. I’d trust you with my datapad password AND my heart.

• Wrecker: You are strong and soft and make the best hugs. You’re basically a teddy bear with grenades.

• Crosshair: You’re mysterious and spicy. Like… dangerous tea.

Crosshair read his twice. “You called me spicy?”

“It’s a vibe, Crossie.”

They lounged in the grass, ate sweets, and watched her chase butterflies and fall into the lake. (She got out, soaked, shouted “WATER CLEANSE!” and then made Tech dry her hair with a gadget he swore wasn’t meant for that.)

It was perfect. And suspicious. And the Batch knew it.

⸻

Later, aboard the ship.

The boys regrouped in the galley. Again.

“That was not a normal picnic,” Crosshair said. “It had candles.”

“She made me a lavender crown,” Wrecker said dreamily. “And called me her snuggle tank.”

“She held my hand while we watched waterfowl,” Tech said faintly.

Hunter frowned. “It felt like a date.”

They all stared at each other.

“Was it a date?”

“Do we want it to be a date?” Tech asked.

“…Kind of?” Wrecker said.

Hunter sighed and stood. “We’re asking her.”

⸻

Back in the cockpit.

Talia was curled up with a mug of fizzy juice and a book titled ‘Flirting 4 Dummies (Jedi Edition)’.

“Hey, Talia,” Hunter said gently. “Can we ask you something?”

She perked up. “Yeah! What’s up, glow bugs?”

“Was today… a date?” Crosshair asked, narrowing his eyes.

She blinked. “Oh! I mean… I guess? Kind of? It wasn’t not a date.”

“You didn’t say anything,” Tech said.

“I gave you all sparkly affirmations,” she replied. “That’s, like, love letters with glitter.”

“But why?” Hunter asked softly. “Why all this?”

Talia tilted her head, genuinely confused. “Because I love you?”

The words dropped like a thermal detonator.

She blinked. “Wait. Was I not supposed to say that yet?”

Wrecker let out a small, stunned “Aww.”

Tech sat down like his knees had stopped working. Crosshair swore under his breath.

Hunter just looked at her, warm and a little stunned. “You love all of us?”

She nodded. “Duh. I mean—you’re my favorite people. My team. My brain cell support group. My heart is, like… all of you-shaped.”

They didn’t say anything.

Until Wrecker hugged her so hard she squeaked.

Then Tech took her hand.

Then Crosshair muttered, “Stars, you’re a disaster,” and kissed her temple.

And Hunter? Hunter leaned down, pressed his forehead to hers, and said:

“We love you too, Talia.”

[str4wb3rryb0y666]

Rick Sanchez x reader

(Just to let you guys know this is my first time writing and posting fanfic so it might not be that good)

“H-hey rick?” Morty says as he enters the garage to see Rick working on a new gadget.

“What Morty?! C-can’t you see I’m busy!” He retorts in an annoyed tone not bothering to look at Morty.

“Jeez Rick…Beth w-wanted you too meet her f-friend” morty replies in an upset tone before storming off to his room and slamming the garage door. Rick groans in annoyance debating on wether he should meet his daughters friend.

“Fuck it” he says under his breath as he pushes his project away and gets up, moving to the garage door and opening it. Making his way to the kitchen to see Beth and the back of a person he’s never met before.

“Hey dad! Come meet my friend” Beth puts her hand on your shoulder forcing you to turn and face the old man.

“This is y/n, y/n this is my dad Rick” you look him up and down with a monotone face, the same as ricks which surprises him. He’s used to Beth’s friends to being awkward and or more friendly but you seemed different. Rick clears his throat and looks at Beth then you then Beth again.

“Uh nice to meet you I guess” rick says in a monotone with his hands tucked away in his lab coat pockets.

“Yeah same” you say not bothering to give the ‘smartest man in the universe’ any attention making Beth cringe at the awkward silence that falls after.

“Well I think you guys should get to know each other!” Beth chimes in trying to make her dad more social which leads to both you and Rick to snap your heads to look at her.

“What?” Both you and Rick say in unison. Beth smiles awkwardly.

“Well I thought cause you both have a ‘Don’t care’ attitude you could I don’t know, become friends??”

Your eyebrows furrow and before you can say anything Rick replies.

“Sure thing honey” he says with a fake smile trying to make his daughter happy before dragging you to the garage.

“Hey what the hell!” You say confused as rick just goes to sit down at his work bench.

“Look when Beth wants something she stops at nothing to have it. So if we had said no she would’ve just kept nagging.”he says both bothering to look at you as he sits down and starts working on his gadget. You sigh, he was right after all.

“So what now?” You say walking to the bench he was sitting at and lean on it.

“Just uhh- I don’t know tell me about yourself or something. Not like I’ll listen but whatever” he says still head down tinkering away. You think for a moment before replying.

“Well, I’m 34, live in an apartment and work as a high school science teacher. Not because ur like it because it’s the only decent job around that pays well” this makes ricks ears perk.

“Your a science teacher?” He says turning his head and looking up at you from his hunched position.

“Mhm” you look down at rick and he looks almost confused.

“How did you meet my daughter again?” He says questioningly.

“She came in one day because I had contacted her about how her son had been doing better in science, then she decided that we should catch up over coffee and now I’m here” rick sighs knowing what Beth is up to but decides not to tell you.

“Huh guess Morty does learn stuff from our trips.” He looks back down at his gadget and continues to work on it.

“What do you mean trips?” You say hoisting yourself up to sit on the bench.

“Oh we go on adventures to other galaxies and universes sometimes” he says Nonchalantly making you turn ur head to face him with a shocked expression.

“Excuse the fucking what now?” You say in an almost impressed tone. Rick chuckled under his breath as he picks up his gadget to examine it.

“Mad scientist, thought you could tell” he says with a cocky grin.

“Yeah well I thought you’d be more insane then an actual genius” you say annoyed at how it fed his ego.

“I’m an insane genius love, get it right” he points the gadget towards the garage opening before shooting a laser at it, it goes straight through and melts the metal.

“I think jackass is the word your looking for” you give him a cocky smile when his head snaps to look at you. He stares at you for a few moments, god you reminded him of Diane with that attitude.

“Yeah whatever” he says pushing any remote feelings down the the bottom of his stomach. Their was an awkward silence for a few moments before you spoke up.

“Who is Beth’s mum?” You say without hesitation nor thought of if the subject was sensitive. Rick was shocked at your forward question but didn’t do anything beside put his gadget down on the bench.

“Diane. She was murdered a long time ago.” He says with no emotion in his tone.

“Oh… sorry to hear that” you say mad at yourself for not thinking before you speak.

“It’s fine I killed the guy who murdered her.” He says nonchalantly before standing up and facing you.

“Badass” you say not really knowing how to answer.

“I’d do the same if I loved someone and a dickhead decided to murder them.” You say looking up at rick who is know sitting beside you on the bench but not close to you.

“…your different from the ‘normal’ people I met. So who hurt you enough to be like this?” Rick says taking a swing from his flask. You sigh, you couldn’t be mad that he asked that after all you brang up his dead wife.

“Had a bad home, it changed how I see things” rick passes the flask to you and you take a big swing of it before passing it back. Rick doesn’t respond and instead you both just sit there in silence passing the flask back and forth ever couple minutes or so.

“Come over tomorrow.” He says, not asking more telling you too.

“Why?” You ask confused.

“So Beth doesn’t ask questions” rick said, honestly he didn’t believe what he said. *Their kinda cute- wait what am I thinking?? Wtf?!* Rick thought to himself completely zoned out.

“Rick!!” You almost scream his name making him come back to reality.

“What?!” He says in an annoyed tone.

“I’ll be here tomorrow jackass” you say in a more calm voice with a cocky smile.

“… ten o’clock” he says taking a swing of his flask. You hope down from the bench and look at him.

“Ten it is then” you say before trotting off our the garage. Saying goodbye to Beth then heading home.