#rain code aide

[rain-willows]

Hyperfixated on Hellxander. Them omg look at them!! Rain code toxic yaoi my beloved

[loremaster]

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 25: Broken

Night terrors, burning body temperature, delirious hallucinations, and glassy faded vision…

Helpless and afraid, he calls out for his caretaker…but he’s not there…

He’s all alone now…with no one to help…

Completely broken.

[oceantherat]

SPOILERS

Peacekeepers,,,,,

[mayashesfly]

I like to imagine that in a scenario where the Hitman/Aide survived the Amaterasu Express Massacre, even if it was discovered that he was the imposter by the Master Detectives and was "captured" by the Peacekeepers, that he would still work behind the scenes to help Yomi.

Or even use another disguise so he could still help Amaterasu Corporation out while in sight of the Master Detectives.

Imagine having to deal with Aide during the game. Having to deal with the consequences of keeping him alive.

[yakool-foolio]

*drops this and runs*

What if Aide's hair color used to be naturally blonde, the complimentary color to Ringo's violet, but when he started to become closer to Yomi, his hair color started to become more orange.

Similar to how Yakou's hair color is primary blue while his wife is secondary violet meanwhile Yomi's hair color is primary "red" and so now Aide's hair color is also secondary orange.

(this has been rotting in my mind for ages but I forgot to say anything lol)

(I assume when you mentioned Ringo ya meant Lieu/Sylvester heh. No worries about the confusion; I'm happy to hear anything about my OCs, cause even if I don't talk about 'em much, I still think about 'em a lot!)

We're no longer wading in knee-deep in color symbolism, we're up to our necks in it! And I love it! I adore the idea of secondary colors symbolizing close bonds with different characters while the complimentary colors symbolize characters having pasts with each other but are no longer are on friendly terms like they once were. Mayhaps Aide could have naturally blonde hair with light orange highlights that become more and more prominent as time passes--as Aide n Lieu's companionship morphs into a competition while Lieu still tries their hardest to grasp onto what remains of their bond. They're not children anymore; they're animals in cages, forced to claw and bite at each other for the privilege to live.

[tony-andonuts]

I stan Dr Huesca and his apparent refusal to use hearing aids <3

[domesticandlovingmonsters]

I'm thinking of writing a story set in a medieval/fantasy setting, of a suit of armour piloted by something unseen. A monster, of course. Unsure its origins or description, but fiercely loyal to you.

Maybe a beast/entity that needs to dedicate themselves to someone. An ancient instinct to protect someone or something. And when you first meet, your warm smile and curious gaze cermented its loyalty to you.

So now, you have a full set of armour at your command. It helps around the house and stands guard outside any room you enter. It understands language and orders well, even complicated commands are followed through to the smallest detail.

It doesn't speak. But some head tilts and nods, answer your questions. Other than that, though, your knight doesn't hold conversations. Just listens and replies with the clink of its helmet when it bows.

After some time, you notice it watching you differently. Its gaze feels heavier, warmer. Watching you move with a shadowed gaze that somehow makes your skin ripple with goosebumps and your belly twist with intrigue.

Then its hands start holding onto you longer than it needs to. Wandering fingers that play with your hair or the fabric of your clothes. You know the knight to be curious, but touching you seemed beyond its loyal code. Much like a true knight, you were something precious to be kept safe, and their touch never strayed for long. Until tonight. When the rain had washed the roads with muddy puddles, your knight knelt and gathered you up in their arms. They carried you home through the front door and placed you on the threshold of your bedroom. Your face blazed with heat when their metal hands left your thighs, trailing along your side before they stepped away. The entire way home, you felt their palm kneading your thighs and, dare you say, felt the slighest touch on your ass when they stooped to carry you.

No... surely, their lingering presence by your door was just them guarding your room, like always. And definitely not waiting for you to ask for their aid in a different manner.

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

okay hiii i heard requests were open so i thought i'd try, first off i love your writing so much, when i tell you it moves me to tears im not exaggerating so i havent read the comics so bare w me please 🥹🤍 idk if you do OCS, if you do could it be about a woman called thea, if not fem y/n or however you feel comfortable doing it basically this girl is a medical student studying to be a doctor, dating richard (dick) grayson/ nightwing, and it's kind of angsty, she sees hi injured, rushes in and patches him up- dangerous, stakes are high, maybe she could ever get injured too in the process? just a thought! love ur work, and absolutely no pressure for this request 🤍🥹

Aw you're so sweet💜💜💜

Pretty High Stakes

Injured! Dick Grayson x Medschool! Reader

Warnings: Graphic injury, trauma, blood, panic, emotional breakdown, language

You knew the risks when you fell for him.

When you let him kiss you with bruised lips and bloodied knuckles. When you let his hands cup your face even though they'd been breaking ribs hours before. When you chose to stay—not just in his life, but in his world.

But nothing prepares you for this.

Not med school. Not emergency rotations. Not any of the hellish scenarios you’d run through in simulation labs. Because this wasn’t a controlled environment with crash carts and proper lighting.

This was a filthy Gotham alley at 1:17 in the morning, and the man you loved was bleeding out in your arms.

You’d only been part of the mission in the smallest way. Remote first aid support, coordinating through Oracle, helping ID the traffickers. Dick hadn’t even told you the full details, just that he “had it handled.” You’d believed him—until his comm went dead.

That silence had cut through you like a scalpel.

Now your shoes splashed through dirty puddles as you sprinted toward the last coordinates. Every second felt like glass dragging through your chest. Your breath caught when you finally rounded the corner and saw him.

Dick.

His suit was torn open along his ribs, blood pouring out in terrifying waves. His body was crumpled like a marionette whose strings had been severed. His head lolled to the side. One escrima stick was still in hand, the other abandoned a few feet away.

For a moment, you couldn’t breathe. Then instinct slammed through you like lightning. You hit your knees beside him, skidding on the wet pavement. “Dick—Dick!”

His eyes fluttered weakly. One barely opened, revealing his near-lifeless baby blue. “Sweetheart...?”

“I’m here,” you said, voice trembling. “Jesus, Dick, what—what the hell happened?”

"Got… the kids out,” he rasped. “Three of them. They’re safe.”

You pressed your coat against the gaping wound at his side. Blood soaked through instantly. Your stomach turned, but you didn’t stop. Couldn’t afford to. “Focus on me,” you said, voice cracking. “You’re okay. Just—keep your eyes open.”

“Couldn’t call,” he murmured. “Comm—busted.”

“You should’ve waited.” Your tone wavered somewhere between fury and despair. “You always do this. Always push too hard, too far—”

“No time,” he said. “They were gonna move them. I had to—”

You gritted your teeth, adjusting your weight to apply more pressure. He let out a low groan that hit you like a bullet.

“I’m calling Oracle,” you whispered. Your fingers, slick with blood, fumbled for your phone. You activated the encrypted emergency line. The screen was blurred by rain and tears. “Oracle. Code Nightfall.”

Barbara’s voice came through instantly. “Where’s Nightwing?”

“Down. Severely wounded. Multiple lacerations. Stab wound to the abdomen. He’s going into shock.” Your voice caught. “I need med-evac. Now. 9th and Haven.”

“I’ve got you,” she said, calm but urgent. “Stay with him. ETA four minutes.” You threw the phone aside and turned back to him. His skin was pale. His lips tinged blue.

“Stay awake,” you begged, clutching his hand like you were the one dying. “Please.”

His fingers curled weakly around yours. “Didn’t want you to see me like this.”

You let out a laugh that was half a sob. “Well, too late. And you still look stupidly handsome, you reckless idiot.”

A ghost of a smile flickered on his lips. Then his body seized.

Your heart stopped. “Dick!”

He coughed, and blood spattered against your neck. You scrambled to clear his airway, lifting his head just enough to tilt it, trying not to scream.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered over and over, as if repetition could bend reality. “You’re not dying. Not here. Not tonight.”

You heard the Batwing before you saw it—the roar of engines slicing through the storm. Bright searchlights bathed the alley in pale blue. The dropship’s doors opened mid-hover. Medics in Wayne-Tech armor repelled down before the skids even touched pavement.

You didn’t want to move. You didn’t trust anyone else to touch him. But you had to.

“He’s going into hypovolemic shock,” you barked at the lead medic. “Massive blood loss. Suspected liver laceration. He needs blood and surgery. Now.” They didn’t question you. They moved fast. Intubation. Fluids. Vitals. A hard collar. They cut through his suit while stabilizing his spine. You helped strap him to the gurney. His blood was everywhere.

He was still conscious—barely. He almost couldn't rasp out your name.

You bent close. Rain soaked through your scrubs as you practically cradled him to your chest, mindful of every painful wound inflicted upon his body. “I’m here.”

“Love you.”

Your breath caught. Your hands trembled. You’d said it before, once, quietly. He never had. Until now. Until this. Until he was dying in your arms in the middle of a filthy alleyway. “I love you too,” you whispered. “So stay alive and say it again when I’m not covered in your blood.”

He gave a barely-there nod before his eyes fluttered shut.

Masterlist

[rain-willows]

Some little doodles I did of a random assortment of Rain Code characters

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Burnin' On - Firefighter!Chris x Reader (Code Blue)

Summary: After a very long day you return home surprised to find Chris had waited for you

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Major RTC! Mention of death and Injury! Angst! Brief Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​​

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Code Blue

It was pretty late and you were still at work, going through your case files trying to find a new lead that you could pursue in the morning. Chris was working a 24-hour shift tonight so you decided to take advantage of that and stay late to see if you could make some progress. 

You were just scrolling through some CCTV when your Captain left his office with a grave look on his face, radio in hand “Everyone there’s been a major multi-vehicle RTC with a large number of casualties, resources are stretched thin tonight so control has asked any available units to provide support, those with advance first aid training to assist paramedics and others for crowd control” he announced.

You already knew there had been a serious call out tonight thanks to Chris sending you the code to say he was responding, but it looked like you’d be joining him as you were someone with advanced medical training. Instantly everyone that was available was up on their feet, grabbing their jackets and heading out. 

It was pouring down with rain which you knew would make responding that much harder, the rain drowned out so much noise that responders would have to shout to be heard. It would make treating the injured harder too as it would be much more harder to see.

When you arrived on the scene your stomach dropped when you saw the sheer scale of the incident. The accident involved a truck, multiple cars and a coach which had turned over onto its side. You couldn’t work out what could have happened but the slick roads would have been a factor. 

You had yet to spot Chris but you guessed he was helping retrieve civilians from the coach that had overturned. You did spot Robert though who stood overlooking the scene and directing people. 

“ROBERT!” You shouted over the rain, carefully jogging over to him the last thing anyone needed was you slipping and hurting yourself. 

“Y/N, I’m glad you’re here” Robert shouted back “We’ve already had 3 fatalities and we don’t have enough rigs to transport people to the hospital” he explained. 

“What can I do to help?” you asked trying to block some of the rain with your hand.

“We’ve set up a triage for those who can wait to go to hospital, tell anyone you’ve got with advanced medical training to find a paramedic and pair up with them to provide support, that should allow the paramedic teams to split up and help more people” Robert explained pointing over to the tents where the triage has been set up.  

You nodded giving him a thumbs up before returning to the other police officers with advance training to pass on the message. 

The next couple of hours were a complete blur as you helped treat the injured. You weren’t sure the exact number of people you treated, but it was a lot. At one point you did see Chris who seemed shocked to see you there, he sent you an ‘okay?’ signal which you nodded in response to, even if you were finding it difficult seeing so many people injured, some with life-changing injuries. 

Eventually,  everyone who needed hospital treatment was taken in an ambulance and those with minor injuries were taken home allowing you and other officers to return to the precinct. Everyone was visibly exhausted, not only physically but mentally too. By the time you left the fatality count had risen to 6, one of them being someone you’d been helping who had taken a sudden turn for the worse. 

You felt numb by the time you arrived back at the precinct. The Captain allowed everyone to change into dry clothes and get some warm drinks before the debrief. He tried to keep it as brief as possible as everyone just wanted to get home to rest. 

“I’ll leave it there tonight, everyone get some rest and remember to seek support if you need it, if anyone needs to start later tomorrow or take the day just let me know” Your captain nodded before allowing everyone to leave. 

You made your way back to your desk, considering for a moment whether you wanted to carry on working before deciding to head home. You put away all your files before grabbing your bag and jacket. When you got into your car you sat there for a moment unable to bring yourself to start the engine and start the drive home. 

The idea of sitting at home all alone didn’t sound appealing to you, it would just allow your mind to replay the events of tonight and make you feel so much worse. You needed Chris, just to see he was okay and for him to just hold you for a little while before heading home. 

You weren’t sure if he’d even be back at the station yet or if he’d still be working to clear the scene but you decided to head there anyway. Much to your relief you could see the engine was parked up meaning they were back. The station still seemed quiet though as you made your way towards Chris’s office. 

You quietly opened the door when you heard he was on the phone with someone “Yeah ma it… it wasn’t pretty, we lost more people than we should have” he sighed quietly as he paced back and forth “I’m okay though… yeah I think she’d really appreciate that especially as she’ll be home alone” he continued, still yet to spot you, he did then turn around and spot you “actually don’t worry she’s here”

You gave him a small smile as he finished talking to his mom “Ma was asking if you’d want her to pop around” he explained as he pocketed his phone. 

“That’s sweet of her” You smiled softly, a warm feeling blossoming in your chest, you were still getting used to having a mother figure in Lisa. 

“You feeling okay?” he asked as he walked over to you. 

“Feeling pretty crap, one of the patients I was helping suddenly coded and we couldn’t get them back” you breathed out, your voice wobbling. 

“Shit I’m sorry, c’mere” he sighed opening up his arms, you instantly stepped into his warm embrace feeling protected in his arms. 

“It’s been a long time since I’ve responded to an RTC that large” you muttered into his chest. 

“Me too, we had to extract the body of the coach driver, died on impact” Chris sighed rubbing your back soothingly. 

“Shit, that’s awful” you whispered. 

“We managed to save a lot of people today though, your help was a game changer” Chris reassured you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“I just wished we could have saved more” you sighed.

“I know, we all do” Chris whispered, “are you gonna head home, my ma would be more than happy to have you or do you wanna stay here?”

“Can I stay here?” you asked looking up at him “I just want to be with you right now” you admit. 

“Of course sweetheart” Chris said softly, cupping your cheek and kissing you gently. 

You sighed into the kiss, grateful that no matter what you always had Chris to go to after a difficult day.

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[pixelatedraindrops]

please can we get more sick yuma, Man over works himself to much not to be, maybe collapsing at the crime scene?

oh there's always time for more sick yuma >:3

so in chapter 1:

lack of sleep + 'sleeping' with the fan on w no blanket + walking in the rain = already getting a bit sick/feverish

then he saw the corpse w pink blood and his brain was fried

…and frankly I have no idea how he'll get out of this mess... XD

[oceantherat]

Hellxander be upon ye

[austajunk]

Okay, on a second playthrough of Rain Code and I really got a better look at Martina's mindset in general.

I honestly forgot how genuinely power hungry and downright diabolical she is. It's honestly mesmerizing how into her power trip she is during Chapter Two's case. She's so confident, she even licks an open jar of poison just to make a point that it's expired.

Now the reason why I don't recall her power trip and destructive, cruel nature was because it was all wiped away as soon as Yomi ordered her executed for making him look bad. In a second, Martina's terrified and pathetic and in the same way as Seth Burroughs, her fate left unknown to the viewer until Chapter Four.

It makes me think about how police forces are pretty much conditioned and told to go buck wild, to show no mercy, to enact cruelty and subjugation on civilians until they get their way. They get off on it. It's a power trip. Anyone who tries to show restraint on the force is routinely harassed until they quit or find themselves in trouble.

And this is what I really like about Martina as a character. There just isn't any excuse for her. She wanted power and control. She enjoyed it. Being an Amaterasu Peacekeeper gave her a way to enact power over others. Kissing up to Yomi, who I'm pretty sure her "love" and "adoration" for was quite shallow, gave her power and control. And it's addicting. It feels good.

Until she realizes that it's an illusion and someone like Yomi is just using her till he's done with her. She thought she endeared herself to him so much that she wasn't disposable like everyone else in Kanai Ward. But it isn't true and Yomi can just quite literally smash her up into a cube without a problem.

The next time we see Martina, she has undergone a lot of change. A near-death painful execution scare definitely pry your eyes open with a wrench and make you take a look at just how cruel you have been as well as the system you propped up.

She's self-reflective enough to the point that she tells Makoto she will resign from the Peacekeepers even though he says she doesn't have to (which is great in itself because it's powerful that Makoto stepping aside to let her make that choice *herself*). Martina orders the arrest on Yomi, but it's more than just sweet payback. She puts forward the example that criminals are human beings and meant to be treated with equality, fairness and respect. And it makes Yomi scream and lose his goddamn mind.

But more than that, Martina knows she isn't done with atoning, quits the Peacekeepers, and is aiding in rebuilding Kanai Ward. She gains autonomy and lets power go to become a better person.

And I loved every second of this arc. My only wish is that there were more moments of it... like maybe we could have seen her when Makoto stopped her execution because that would have been at her lowest. But as it stands, I knew there was always a reason why I adored and LOVED Martina Electro as a character. I've always been attracted to stories of attack dog type characters growing past what they were and becoming something new.

Martina is wonderful because she was an honest-to-god shitty cop who got an earth-shattering awakening that reshaped her entire morality until she became someone who renounced her need for power and actually aided the society around her. Love to see it.

Not strictly important: I would also let her fucking kill me.

[ditty-nightsong]

(art by risurisu on vgen!)

she's arrived at the bureau - sinner MBCC-S-505, liebling! (did she once go by another name, i wonder? shalom might know... these two seem awfully close.)

(notes/some Lore UTC!)

-her sinner code number is a reference to an arctic monkeys song. if i believe, it's a shalieb song. 😌 (there doesn't seem to be all that much rhyme or reason to sinner code numbers except for the ones that are references LOL. so i said. why not?)

-her sinner power is that she's able to use flowers as a healing device, which also has the side effect of "she has an incredible green thumb and flowers rarely die or even wilt under her care." this has made her quite a popular gardener in eastside, especially amongst the rich, powerful, and famous, and i thought it was a nice touch since shalom really likes flowers but has a really terrible time keeping them alive. :')

-speaking of her flowers, the ones on her legs are actually a mobility aid for her! she frequently deals with swollen ankles, varying levels of leg pains + aches + weakness, poor balance, and fatigue - among other things, that's just what directly affects her legs. while her flowers can't seem to totally cure her issues, wearing them does help her stay upright and out-of-pain enough to do her job as a gardener.

-for those of you who don't know PTN lore: shalom is a victim of human experimentation, and had a procedure (the hush procedure) done upon her to "sever her emotions." (it's basically a lobotomy... my poor lovely. thankfully, as of canon events, she's quietly and surely beginning to re-ignite her ability to feel these severed emotions!) per canon, before becoming the hush, shalom was actually extremely rebellious and would attack the people that experimented on her.

-i thought about it and experiments never have Just One Person like. that is never how it works. so, liebling was in the same experimentation group as shalom. she was far more passive than shalom, but always admired her rebellious nature, and followed her everywhere, becoming close with her. of course, once shalom had the hush procedure done, she never came back. however, following that, all of the other test subjects were released. after being freed, liebling found that her power had awakened, and she was now a sinner.

-shalom had originally forgotten, as a side effect of the hush procedure, that there were others in the group. but as her emotions rekindle, so do some memories. she begins to remember flashes of faces, but none more haunting to her than the face of someone she remembers by the name of elodie - a scared girl, slightly younger than she, with blue-grey eyes, who always clung to her and kept her company. going through records and experiment logs, she does find proof of elodie's existence - but once shalom had undergone the hush procedure and everyone else was released, all records of elodie cease to exist further. it becomes a haunting obsession.

-liebling has long-forsaken her real name - elodie - as a mark of her own failure, that she was powerless and hopeless to do anything to help or save shalom. she's assumed this whole time that shalom had been killed, presuming her dead. she took upon herself the name "liebling" - for the life she must live is dear.

-we meet again completely by chance. shalom decides to take a night walk during a heavy rainstorm, because she can't sleep. the only other person out and about is a woman wearing a rain jacket, tending to a garden. and of course, since shalom loves learning about people and observing them, she can't help but ask her about the flowers. she catches a glimpse of the gardener's eyes... and stops dead still. (we're reunited at last.)