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jaewritesfic · 9 months ago

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Everlasting Trio Nobody Knows AU DP x DC Part 4

Part 3

(Tim POV! This is a long one 😅)

Tim almost has it. He's so close to cracking this file he can fucking taste it. He's been fighting this thing for two weeks. It's the most incomprehensible and infuriating code he's ever faced off against, which is fitting considering who gave it to them.

The engineer. THEIR engineer. The engineer they didn't ask for and Tim still isn't sure how they got, and the single biggest mystery in Tim's fucking life right now.

See, a significant amount of Bat gadgets at this point are Tim's brainchildren. He imagines them, he designs them, he workshops and tests them.

A few months ago, he'd had a pouch on his utility belt full of experimental pellets meant for slowing down fleeing vehicles. They were designed to break when run over and the compound inside would expand into durable, sticky foam that would ensnare tires.

He'd tested them in the cave.

He had not been prepared to take one hit to that side and have to frantically divest himself of that pouch before he became Gotham's latest foam based cryptid.

His family had laughed themselves silly at him even as he broke off in pursuit of the drug runners he'd been fighting.

When Tim had doubled back expecting a mess to clean up and pellets to rework? It had been gone. All of it. The foam, the pellets, the pouch of his utility belt.

A serious problem, because who knows who got their hands on that?

Then it had shown back up.

That is to say, Gordon had called them because he found a pouch with a note labeled ‘for Red Robin’ sitting on the stand of the Bat Signal and didn't dare touch it.

After making sure it wasn't a bomb or some kind of biological weapon, Tim had opened the pouch - his own belt pouch - and found pellets. New pellets. Different pellets.

The note just read, “As funny as that was to watch, I fixed them for you. No more premature sploogage on the job. :3 P.S. here's a recipe for solution to dissolve future intentional discharges.”

They'd been right, too. The new pellets were tested (in case THEY were a bomb or biological weapon) and they'd been just strong enough to safely transport but still break when under the pressure of tires. Even the foam was more effective, and the spray Tim synthesized from that stupid recipe had worked like a dream.

What. The fuck.

This person not only improved his design and came up with a dissolution agent from scratch in days, they'd been watching without him knowing and made off with the original pellets without anyone noticing.

This was either a rogue in the making or someone they wanted on their side, and either way they needed to be found.

So Tim had done the obvious.

He'd put together a lockbox of money for the product they'd been given, loaded it with no less than ten (10) bat trackers and a note thanking their mysterious benefactor and requesting to meet up. He'd exploded a foam pellet on a rooftop and left the box on it in the hopes they'd notice and find it, then hung around far enough to not be seen and close enough to beat feet as soon as the trackers started moving.

They did not start moving. They all went offline simultaneously.

Tim has never moved so fast in his life, and yet by the time he got to the rooftop there was a pile of foam and nothing else. Not even a trace of whoever took the lockbox.

The next day, there was a ping of one (1) tracker that led them to a note thanking him for the money, refusing to meet, and asking if they'd considered certain improvements to their grapples with schematics for said designs.

Thus started the most bizarre and infuriating chase through notes, money, helpful designs and disappearing trackers Tim has ever been a part of.

Last time, the engineer had left them a USB stick and a note claiming that since they really wanted to know about him so bad, they could have the information on the USB if they could crack the encryption on the zip file inside.

Obviously they screened heavily for viruses or backdoors, but long story short Tim has been trying to crack the fucking thing for two weeks and refuses to let Oracle help. It's personal. It's a matter of pride.

He could swear the code itself has actively been sabotaging his attempts to hack it, which is, you know. Impossible.

Ping!

Tim blinks, looking over at the map on another monitor of the Bat computer.

“Motherfucker-”

He taps into Duke’s comms. This is the first time this has ever happened during the day shift, he wasn't expecting it.

“Signal! I need you on the roof of the warehouse on the corner of Fifth and Everest - a tracker just came online.”

Another thing that infuriates Tim. You can't just turn Bat trackers on and off. They're activated, and then they either stay active or they're destroyed. They can't be turned off and then reactivated.

And fucking yet.

Duke groans, but his own tracker starts making its way in that direction.

“Dude. He's gonna be long gone by the time I get there. He always is.”

“He can't run from me forever,” Tim insists. “I'm almost in this damn file, and I am going to find him and dangle him off a roof from his ankles for giving us this runaround, so help me God.”

“Uh huh,” Duke deadpans. “Sure you are. I'm almost there, and- oh look! A note. What a surprise!”

Tim hears Duke touch down on the rooftop, eyes on the code on his screen while his brother clears his throat and reads aloud.

“Ahem- ‘Good morning, sunshine!’ - guess that's me - ‘I hear some bats and birds have been murdering tires at an alarming rate with the way they drive their bikes-’”

Tim freezes. He's not listening anymore.

“Signal.”

“‘- and that just can't be good for business. Nobody wants a bald tire ruining a chase. So boy do I have the thing for you-”

“Signal!”

“What?”

“I got it.”

“Huh? Got what?”

“I cracked his file. I got it.”

Tim is staring, wide eyed and full of a mixture of elation and trepidation at the contents of the zip file. It's a single text file titled, ‘Wow! You did it!’

“Oh, shit? Well? What's in it?”

Tim swallows, mouse hovering over the file. He takes a deep breath, then double clicks.

The file opens.

Tim blinks.

“Red Robin? What's in it?”

Tim scrolls slowly down, disbelief and horror dawning across his face. “Oh my God.”

“What? Come on, man, talk to me.”

Tim scrolls further.

“Oh. My God.”

“Red? Red Robin, you're scaring me, man.”

Tim puts his face in his hands. Voice muffled, he responds.

“Duke.”

“...Red? You okay?”

“No.”

“No?”

“It's the entire Bee Movie script.”

Silence reigns for a solid five seconds before Duke breaks and descends into raucous, hysterical laughter.

Even muffled by his own hands, Tim's scream of rage scares the bats in the cave into a tizzy.

Part 5

Masterpost

#dp x dc #danny phantom #tim drake #red robin #duke thomas #signal dc #tim isnt just pissed about the bee movie script #hes pissed because there could be information hidden in it #so he knows hes going to have to READ the ENTIRE BEE MOVIE SCRIPT and read it closely #spoiler alert #there are no clues #its really just the bee movie script #danny accidentally got a job as an engineer for the bats #and is cackling away while he drives them nuts

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sparrows4bats · 16 days ago

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@vi-reads Thanks for the Inspo!!

Damian is smart, a genius to rival his father, everyone knows that, but what even the batfamily didn't realise is just how qualified he is.

Damian spent at least the first 10 years of his life with access to a multitude of tutors who were forced to change their ciriculums to adapt to how fast he learnt. By the time he joins his family, he has the equivalent of PHDs in many fields, including but not limited to Geology, Business and Finance, Engineering, and Zoology. He learnt classical instruments such as the violin and is fluent in multiple languages.

Now imagine a preteen Damian going from that to a classroom education with his age group for the first. No matter how elite Gotham Academy claims to be, there is only so much they can do to keep him stimulated, and as Bruce wants him to learn social skills, he is stuck in tedium.

So he looks for other outlets out of pure boredom. As the stagnantation gets worse, so does his attitude.

The first one to notice is Alfred, predictably. The old butler remembers how Bruce was at that age and the terror he was in his boredom, so he took Damian aside and offered him a deal. If he completes all of his schoolwork, how his teachers want him to. (It takes Damian only two hours a week) Alfred has no issue procuring him learning materials on any subject he would like. Damian so frustrated at this point, agrees without hesitation. The Manor quickly fills with university level textbooks on Physics, Chemical Engineering and Mathematics.

But soon that isn't enough, and Damian, despite knowing more than ever, has nothing to do with it.

He start seeking out the rogues after he finds their research. Ivy, Quinn, Freeze, and Scarecrow are very confused but so happy and flattered to talk about their work with Robin, who has fascinating ideas of his own.

Barbara is the next to notice because while she is taking inventory of Batcave supplies, she notices chemicals and other raw materials are going missing, so she checks the cameras and sees Damian making gadgets, different antidotes and poisons, even a second flying Batmobile!!

So Barbara confronts him about it and he (and Alfred) explain what's been going on and Barbara feels her heartbreak a little because God does she understand this problem she herself is always pursuing at least one qualification or writing a research paper under a puesdo name. When she was young, her boredom and the lack of accommodations in Gotham literally led to her becoming Batgirl.

A bored genius in Gotham is a recipe for disaster, so she very quickly sets Damian up with placement exams in every subject she can think of. He passes every single one of them at a high school level and many past university.

Damian looks elated when the results arrive, and Barbara easily convinces Harvard (where she did her law degree long distance) to accredit him and formalise his qualifications. They even work it so Damian can write his dissertations in Gotham Academy so that he can still gain social skills and go to Gotham University to use their labs and libraries when needed.

By the end of the year, Damian has earned his official PhD. in Geology and Mechanical Engineering and plans on doing his next one in Chemistry and Bioengineering. He even easily completes an MBA and starts branching out to the humanities.

The family doesn't know about any of this until Damian invites them all to his graduation, but do note the improvement in Damians' behaviour. (Damian keeps forging Bruces signature on the paperwork).

To say they are shocked but happy is an understatement. Bruce has a crisis because Damian has multiple PHDs in Gotham! What if he becomes a villain!

Yet all of Damians' research is for the betterment of people and animals. The batfamily becomes very overprotective of him, especially around chemicals. Just in case.

Jon finds out about it after Damian and he start dating. He knew his best friend was smart but hadn't taken him that seriously when they were kids. Damian went to Gotham Academy and hated every second of it.

After he slept over for the first time and couldn't find him in the morning, Jon located him in the Manor by his heartbeat to Damians study, where his degrees were framed and hung on the wall. He was in awe of how many there were.

Damian proudly explained each one to him, and Jon kissed his genius for every graduation he missed. He now calls Damian Doctor just to see him blush. (In the privacy of his own mind, Dr. And Mr Wayne Kent has a nice ring to it.)

Damian and Barbara bond and give feedback on eachothers work regularly. The bats who are still in school come to them for help, and Tim is inspired to get his GED and join a university program. (Alfred is Delighted) The Wayne Family Library expands rapidly to accommodate research materials, and Bruce builds Damian a proper lab. (It's so much easier to make antidotes now!)

When Damian goes to med school, he quits being Robin as he has to be there in person at odd hours. Bruce mopes, but goes to yet another graduation. Damian still does some lab work but finds his calling in Surgery and Medical Research.

The thing is, outside of the family, and even inside of it, very few know how many qualifications Damian has achieved.

Until one of the rare times Damian goes to Watchtower and someone tries to correct him as he explains the very complicated biochemical pathogen that is being spread by a new villain.

Damian looks bored and asks where they did their degree when other answers he goes, "Oh yes, I know your advisor. I disproved his shoddy results last month. I published my paper last week."

The hero turns bright red and tries to argue, but Damian shuts him down at every turn. "Well, the expert in this field - "

"Is me, so if you don't have a better idea, sit the hell down and shut up!"

The bats look so smug, and Jon has to restrain himself from dragging his wonderful partner into the nearest supply closet. (He finds Damian so irresistible when he is both competent and verbally evisirating someone.)

#damian wayne #jondami #batfamily #batfam #supersons #jon kent #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #alfred pennyworth #damijon

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violetsunburn · 5 months ago

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The ghost war pr1

"Dear Justice leaders, I, King of the infinite realms, high King phantom. Has requested a meeting of the diplomatic level tonight at 6:00 p.m. My fright knights and I will meet you to discuss issues regarding my people please be prepared and await our arrival.""Long reign the king and may the infinite grant us peace and prosperity."

The Justice League was in an emergency meeting that was surprisingly called by John Constantine. Everyone in the League knew about the infinite realms and the terrifying king that ruled. But the knights? They were kept under wraps, they worked in the shadows of the realms.

Now that they know that the King of the infinite realm will be at the Watchtower in minutes? It's terrifying, and the leaguers had all hands on deck and they needed to know what was coming.

John started "there are four knights, but don't let the numbers fool you, one of them could replace an army. They are all undoubtedly loyal to the king and will do whatever he asks."

"The First one is the King's right hand, he is the Red knight. He is the Spirit of Sanctuary and he has Soul Shredder. To put it short when the Soul Shredder cuts someone, they are teleported to an alternate dimension where their greatest fears become real."

"The second one is Sir Wren Hallow, he is the fright knight, and he is the Spirit of Halloween. He used to serve the pariah dark but after king phantom took the crown he began to served him. He is the co-leader of the military and he is more calmed down but is still brutal."

"Then there's the King's sister the Spirit of Freedom. She is the other co-leader of the military, and despite wanting freedom she is ruthless. She is also the unspoken leader of the Fright Knights."

"Last one is The Spectre they are a divine entity representing vengeance on behalf of The Presence, considered God in the context of Abrahamic religion. They are the Spirit of Retribution, and will put the punishment they see fit which 9 times out of 10 isn't bloody Sunshine and rainbows."

After John finished his speech and left the Leaguers speechless. These knights could probably go toe to toe with the league but even Batman had to admit with the king? The Justice League had no chance if it was a fair fight.

Superman was the one to break the silence "Do they have any weakness, or a way to give us a chance?"

Constantine sighed and put his hands in his hair, brushing it back. "No, they have no kryptonite, no rocks or gadgets that could even slow them down. The only thing I can think of is hope we can help the king."

The Justice Leaguers fell back into silence and they waited for about a minute. Then the Watchtower began to get colder and darkness began to swirl into a slow tornado. John eyed the other Leaders and gave them a look them screamed one thing "that's them".

#dc x dp #danny x jason #justice league dark #young justice #Justice League is afraid of Danny #fright night #Fright knight Jazz #Fright knight Jason #ghost king danny

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madebycloud · 24 days ago

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Multo

jinx/powder x reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: multo [mul · to]　spirits that are said to be entities taking the shape of a person but are instead the memories, the missed opportunities, and the wrong decisions that we cannot escape. | you dreamt of the same future, side by side, always together, but things didn't work out like they were supposed to. (requested by anon) warnings/themes: fluff (???) & angst, hurt no comfort, ex lovers, break up, toxic relationship words: 5.0k notes: if you’re filo, there are some references here (esp from paubaya mv and how’s of us) hope yall enjoy reading this and hopefully it doesn’t trigger anyone ;)

“Do you take Powder for your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”

“I do.”

—

Sevika parks the truck in the church's parking lot and shuts the engine off. Her gaze then drifts towards the double doors. There's a small crowd gathering, getting ready for the wedding.

She sighs, then turns her head to give you a sharp look. “Don't do anything funny-”

“I know,” you dismiss her, unbuckling your seatbelt. “I'm over it, Sev.”

“Remember, you're here as a guest. Keep your head straight. You hear me?”

“I'm not going to cause trouble,” you reassure Sevika and open the door, hopping out of the truck. “I just want to see her one last time.”

Twelve years ago, you dreamed of this day. The day when Powder would walk down the aisle, wearing white, and you would be waiting at the end. You dreamed of the sound of the wedding march and her taking your hand, and you both saying your vows, spending the rest of your lives together.

Twelve years later, you'll have to bury those dreams. Because once she was done walking down the aisle, she'd be someone else's wife.

—

10 YEARS AGO

“You're gonna be a doctor someday, and I'm gonna be an engineer.”

You're lying down on the couch, your arms wrapped around her shoulder as she rests her head on your chest. She traces her index finger lazily on your stomach.

“We're gonna be rich and super smart.” Powder smiles and moves so she can face you, propping her chin on your chest. “I'm gonna invent all these cool machines and gadgets, and you're gonna be the best doctor in the world.”

“And then we can go to all these cool places,” you add. “Paris, London, Prague... everywhere.”

She grins and leans forward, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “I want to build a future with you,” she murmurs. “I want you by my side.”

“Always,” you reply. “I don't want a future without you.”

—

PRESENT

“Everything is in the past now. This is for her.”

You blink once and rub your eyes, trying to shake out the memories dancing in your head. “That's easy for you to say. You weren't the one who dated her,” you mutter under your breath.

Sevika hears, though. “Oh? So that's what you're going to do? Complain about your failed relationship? You had what you wanted, and yet you threw it away.”

“I had to-” you start to say, but the sound of violins starting to play interrupts you.

The wedding march begins to play, and you stand up along with the rest of the attendees, turning your heads towards the entrance as the doors are pulled open.

There she is.

Powder wears a sleeveless off white wedding dress, and a long white veil covers her face. There's a bouquet of flowers in her hands, with long ribbons trailing along the floor behind her. You can see the smile on her face under the thin veil.

If this was your wedding, what would it have looked like?

The beautiful church. The flowers lining the aisle. Powder, wearing a white wedding dress as she walks towards you. Everything is how you dreamed of it.

But then she reaches the end of the aisle, standing next to her groom before the pastor. Ekko whispers to her, and she laughs softly.

The pastor begins talking, but you focus your attention on Powder and Ekko. Ekko looks great. He cleans up really nicely in his suit. He reaches out to take Powder's hand in his.

You look away, your attention turning back to the pastor.

“Those who have any reason why this couple should not be joined in Holy Matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

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8 YEARS AGO

“I'll marry you here.”

Powder's arms wrap around you as she rests her chin on your shoulder, looking at the wide open view of the sky above. You stand on the roof of an unfinished building, watching the night sky.

“Isn't this a little cliché,” you tease. “Making these future promises in the night sky?”

“Maybe… but I meant what I said. I'm going to marry you one day.”

“I know you do,” you say, turning around and wrapping your arms around her.

She chuckles. “I'm going to marry you in a church with all our family and friends. I'm going to wear a really pretty white dress, and you'll only be looking at me.”

“I'm already in love with you. It doesn't matter if you're in a dress or not. I'll still look at you like you're the most beautiful and amazing person I've ever seen.”

She smiles and reaches up to cup your face with her hands. “We're going to grow old together,” she whispers. “We're going to be happy forever. We're going to be happy… right?”

“Of course we're going to be happy,” you reply, covering her hands with one of yours. “I'll be happy as long as you're happy.”

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PRESENT

You spot Silco in the crowd, watching the ceremony. He catches your gaze and gives you a nod. You return it and then turn your attention back to the front.

Powder stands beside Ekko, her focus on the pastor, her hand intertwined with his.

No doubt they're thinking of the same things you just were. Vows, love, happiness... they're thinking of the future. Of their future.

You wish you could be thinking the same things. But you're stuck in the past. Stuck in the memory of how it used to be. The what-ifs, the maybes, the supposed-to-bes.

7 years, 84 months, 2,557 days, 61,362 hours.

So many moments and days that were spent, just to be left with nothing but memories.

You want to go back to those moments, to those days, and do things differently.

But life isn't like that. Time doesn't stop for anyone. Life doesn't stop for those left behind. Time keeps moving forward, and so does life.

Those memories you're thinking of? They stay in the past. And they stay there forever.

You have to learn to let go.

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5 YEARS AGO

You don't know what to do anymore. Everything in your life just keeps piling up on top of you.

You're working part time jobs to keep the electricity on and to put food on the table. All while trying to keep your grades up at least above a B.

And Powder's failure on her board exams certainly didn't help.

She's been locked in the workshop for hours, working on some machine, some new gadget, something to keep her mind off the disappointment from the exam.

You've tried to be supportive. You've done everything you could. You've tried to reassure her that there's always next year, that she still has time to try again.

Still, she won't listen. She just locks herself away, avoiding you and ignoring your words. Every single night, she spends it in her workshop, working, building, and creating.

You've tried to talk to her about helping financially, offering to give you small jobs, or even just getting a part-time job. Anything would be helpful.

Yet, every time it's the same response. “I'm working on something important,” she would always say with a wave of her hand. Or if she didn't want to deal with you, she'd simply reply with “I just need a little bit more time.”

You know why she's not able to take your suggestions about getting a job. She feels like a disappointment.

Her passion is her coping mechanism, and she has the right to cope with her failures in her own way. Her inventions and creations are the only source of joy she currently has, and you don’t want to tear it away from her despite the fact that it's slowly tearing apart your future together.

But you need the help, you need another source of income, and there's nothing you can do without upsetting your girlfriend.

So, you keep trying to keep everything together. You work, you cook, you clean, you stay up way too late at night studying, you run on less and less sleep, and you take on odd jobs on the weekends.

You tell yourself that it's going to work out. That everything will be fine. That if you just keep going, things will get better.

This is for you and Powder's future anyway.

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PRESENT

After the wedding, people head into the reception hallway, chatting among themselves. You and Sevika find your way to a table with your name cards.

The reception hall is decorated with flowers hanging everywhere and strings of fairy lights hanging across the walls. The tables are covered with light blue tablecloths, and there are pink ribbons wrapped around the back of each of the wooden chairs.

“Can everybody take their seats?” You look up to the stage, where Ekko stands holding a microphone with Powder beside him. “We appreciate you coming here for us. It really means a lot.”

Powder holds onto Ekko's hand, and he brings it up to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of her hand, causing her to grin.

“I'd like to thank everyone who helped us plan everything. I'd also like to thank the person who made this dream possible,” Ekko continues, and he motions for Powder to step up to the microphone.

“Thank you for coming to our wedding,” Powder says. “I'm really glad everyone is here.” She looks out to the audience, and her eyes land on you. “It means a lot to have everyone we care about here.”

She smiles and she looks at Ekko again, who is staring at her with adoration.

“I'd like to start with a toast to my now-husband,” she says. “Ekko... it's hard to find the words to express how I feel about you. I could never describe everything you mean to me or how you make me feel. Every second with you is a gift, and every day you make me the luckiest person in the world. I love you more than anything. Cheers!”

Everyone raises their glass, a chorus of ‘cheers’ rings around the room. You raise your glass as well, joining in. Sevika does the same, sipping her wine in one gulp.

The rest of the night continues with more speeches and congratulations. After the dinner, the room then becomes more lively. People are getting up from the table to dance, and you can see Powder and Ekko heading to the dance floor.

She used to love dancing with you. Back when things were good. When they were easy.

It would be after late nights when she was bored or restless, dancing around your apartment at two in the morning. Eventually, you'd give in and get up from the bed, grabbing her around the waist and dancing with her, even if you were tired.

But it was more than that. It's dancing in the rain, the moonlight, the early mornings. It was the smiles and the gentle touches when no one was looking. It was the promises you made to each other when it was only you and her.

It was everything you dreamed of and more. And here you are, watching someone else dance with her.

—

5 YEARS AGO.

“You can't even—God, Pow!” you grumble to yourself, watching the pile of dishes in the sink. “I thought you were going to do these yesterday.”

The apartment is a mess. The couch is littered with food boxes and wrappers. The garbage can is overflowing with used plastic utensils, food scraps. The small kitchen sink is stacked with unwashed dishes. Some of them have been there for a few days. She said she'd do them last night after she finished up some tinkering in the workshop.

“I said I'm sorry-”

“-It's the same thing, over and over again! you say you're going to do something, and you never do it. It's like I'm talking to a brick wall. Why do I even bother?!”

“I'll do it today!” she protests, “I just-”

“You just what? Didn't get around to it? Too busy tinkering on something that you'll eventually forget about?”

“It's not like that!”

You turn to face her, pointing with a finger. “You always say you'll do something, but you never do! You can't even go a day without messing up. I'm tired of cleaning up after you-”

“-I can help too-”

“-But you never do!” you snap. “I do all the cooking, I clean the apartment, I do the laundry, I take care of the bills, I do the groceries, I-” you gesture around the room. “-I've been working my ass off, trying to keep us afloat, trying to make sure we have food and power. Why cant you be useful for once?!”

Her face falls at that last word, and she clenches her fists. “Useful?” Powder repeats. “Seriously?”

“Yes!” you exclaim. “You're not doing any better than a pet at this rate. At least a dog has some goddamn purpose-”

“-I'm not a dog!” She storms over to you and grabs onto your shirt, shoving you hard on the chest. “I'm not doing all this to be useless! I'm doing it because I have to! Because I'm going to make something that's going to matter! I want to do something that matters. I want to matter. I'm trying, alright?!”

“You're trying.” You scoff and shove her hand away from you. “Trying to do what? sit around and watch me do all the work? you're trying to what? make some pointless gadget that won't ever do anything other than blow up in your face?”

“Is that really what you think of me?”

“What the hell am I supposed to think?! all you ever do is screw up! every single thing you touch breaks, every single thing you try to do fails, and you just keep messing things up! I've been trying to be supportive. I've been trying to be understanding. Every single day, every time I come home, every single time I talk to you, but it's always the same!”

“What's that supposed to mean?!”

“Every time I ask you to do something, it's always the same excuse-”

“-Is it so wrong that I want to do things that make me happy?!” she interrupts sharply. “This is my passion. This is what I'm meant to do. YOU, of all people, know why this is important to me! YOU know why it means so much!”

“Passion?” you echo, pacing around the apartment. “Your goddamn passion? It won't keep the electricity running. It won't buy you food to eat. YOU only care about yourself and YOUR goddamn passion and YOUR stupid dreams and YOUR needs! It's never about us, or our future, or what WE need to do to survive. It's always ABOUT YOU!”

You stop in your tracks and look at her, your chest heaving. “I've given everything! Everything I have to keep us afloat! Everything to keep going! But I'm so fucking tired! I'm tired of carrying your weight. I'm tired of carrying your dreams. I'm tired of dealing with your bullshit.”

She's always hated it when you yell at her. She hates it when you argue.

You hate it too. You hate seeing her eyes fill up with tears while her lips tremble.

“I've put up with so much, SO MUCH because I thought it was worth it. I thought if I just kept going, things would work out. I thought if I kept trying... I wanted something good for us. I wanted us together, happy, to be able to live good lives. I thought we were going together,” you gesture at her, “I thought we were doing this together.”

“We are,” she says, and she looks away. “We are.”

“Are we?” you ask her, and you sigh. “I'm so tired.”

“You... you're tired of me.”

You nod slowly, staring at the ground. “I'm tired of having to spend my time taking care of everything. I'm tired of picking up after you. I'm tired of doing everything by myself. I'm tired of cleaning up your messes. I'm-” you rub your eyes, tiredly “-I... I just feel like I'm wasting my time in this relationship.”

Powder steps forward, reaching out to touch you, but her hand falls back to her side at the last second. “Are you... is this it?” she asks. “Are you breaking it off?”

…

She flinches as your silence confirms her fears. “Then…” she starts to say, and she clears her throat. “Then just leave. Please just leave.”

Hearing her say that finally rips another piece of your heart. You look away from her, trying to control the tears that are starting to form in your eyes. “Fine,” you say, “if that's what you want.”

You turn away and start packing your things, making it quick. There's no time to stay here any longer than you have to. You shove your things into a suitcase, grabbing the essentials and shoving them inside.

You look around the apartment. The apartment that you two made yours. The apartment that you two spent years in. The apartment that had more memories than anyone could count.

You spot a small, framed picture sitting on the nightstand. It's a photo of the two of you at her favorite bar. You were celebrating her getting into her dream university.

Her arms are wrapped around your neck, her cheeks pressed against yours as the both of you smile at the camera. One of your arms is slung around her waist. You're holding a beer in your other hand.

You were happy back then, weren't you? Back when both of you were sure about the future. Back when you thought all your dreams were within reach. Back when you believed you could spend the rest of your life together.

It was so easy to love her. So easy. And you did it so willingly. She stole every part of you until there was no part of you that belonged to you anymore.

You start moving towards the door, a suitcase in hand. Your hand rests on the doorknob, and you can feel her eyes staring at the back of your head.

You don't look back, because you know that if you do, you will run back to her. You'll forget everything that happened. You'll forget the fights and the arguments. You'll forget the cold shoulders and the sharp bites of words. You'll forget everything because you'll only remember how much you love her.

But for your sake, and hers...

You turn the doorknob and walk out the door.

Just as the door closes behind you, you hear the first sob from the other side.

You hear it in the hitch of her breath. You hear the faint thud of her landing on the ground. You hear her cry, you hear her gasping for air between sobs, you hear the sounds of her breaking.

And it's then, and only then, do the tears finally escape.

Your knees buckle, and you sink to the ground, your back pressed against the door. You press your hand over your mouth, the only thing to stop your sobs from being heard on the other side.

You miss what you used to be. You miss what you had.

But you know that there is no going back. This is the end of it. You and her, you and who once meant everything to you, will never, ever be the same again.

This time, when the door closes, it closes for good.

Your hands tremble as you force yourself to get up, holding the handle of your suitcase tightly. You look at the door you walked through one last time before turning away to face your future without her.

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PRESENT

The reception goes on, and a few hours later, everyone starts leaving the reception. You stand up and head out with Sevika, making the walk towards the parking lot.

You're nearly at Sevika's truck when someone calls out. “Hey... wait up.”

You look over your shoulder to see Powder walking towards you. You stop and turn to face her, Sevika stopping at your side.

“I was hoping to catch you guys before you left,” Powder says. “Can we speak for a bit?” she asks, and she looks anxious. “Alone?”

You hesitate for a moment before nodding your head once.

Sevika looks between the two of you. “I'll wait here,” she responds and lights up a cigarette, leaning against the truck.

She rubs her cheek awkwardly and then points towards a lone bench off to the side of the road. “Can we sit?”

You follow Powder, and the two of you sit down on the bench, leaving a few feet of space between you.

Powder fiddles awkwardly with her ring, twisting it nervously around her finger. “Thanks for coming today,” she starts. “Um, Ekko... he wanted everyone to come. Wanted us all to sort of move on and... be at peace. Wanted to make sure everything is good between everyone.”

You nod, understanding. “It was a beautiful wedding,” you say politely. “You two looked great up there.”

“...thanks.”

The silence is weird and awkward and strange, and you don't know her anymore because it's been so long.

Then, she speaks again.

“I was hoping to talk to you about... a lot of things. But... mostly... I just wanted to say-” she pauses, hesitating. “I'm... I'm sorry,” she says, her eyes flickering to your face before looking away. “...I'm sorry,” she repeats. “For... everything, I guess. For letting things get so... messed up. I shouldn't have... I should've…”

“It's alright,” you say, and you sound gentle and understanding. “We don't have to-”

“-No, we do,” she interrupts. “I need to get this out.”

You nod again, and she continues.

“I was... lost back then. I was messed up back then. I didn't know what to do... after my exams, and I-” she stops, biting her lip. “There were other things as well, but that's what tipped me over. I just didn't know what to do... but instead of doing nothing, I started doing something. And that ended up messing everything up-

I focused... I focused on what I was good at. I focused on what I enjoyed. I pushed you away cause... I didn't want to face everything. I didn't want to face you, cause I didn't want to face everything wrong with myself. I thought... I thought I could do everything by myself. I thought I could handle it. I wasn't thinking of you. I wasn't... I just kept thinking about... about what I wanted. What I needed,” she murmurs. “You were the only thing in my life that was going right. You were the only thing I had. And I was so scared of ruining it. I didn't mean to, though. I just…” she huffs, “...I'm sorry.”

She looks back at you, the tears starting to stream down her cheeks. “I'm sorry... I'm sorry for not being strong enough, for not giving you the love you needed, for not being better. You... I… I'm so sorry…”

You reach for her hand, and she lets your fingers intertwine. “I'm sorry too,” you tell her. “I'm sorry for leaving. I didn't do it because I wanted to, I did it because I had to. I had to do it for us-

It wasn't like I didn't... I didn't want to be there for you,” you continue as your vision starts to blur. “I did want to... but I couldn't keep giving everything while waiting for you... waiting for you to... find yourself. I needed to let go, because we were falling apart. We would never have gotten to where we are now if I didn't let go. You wouldn't be the engineer you are now, and I wouldn't be the doctor I am now. I had to let you go for both of us.”

“You were right for doing it,” she whispers as she stares at your fingers intertwined with hers. “I… I hated that you left. I didn't want to admit it, but deep down, I think I knew. I think I always knew that we weren't meant for each other.” A tear slips down her cheek and hits your intertwined hands. “We were always on different paths, you and I.”

It feels like the weight is off your shoulders and hers too.

“We tried, right?”

She nods, wiping her eyes with the heel of her palm.

“We tried our best, right?” you ask, and this time she pauses because it sounds like a farewell.

And it is.

“We did…” she replies. “We tried our best.”

7 years of memories, the good and the bad. The ones that you would never forget.

“Thank you. Thank you... for the memories. I know… I know things didn't end how I wished they would, but I… I don't regret a single moment of being with you,” you say. “What we had... it was enough. For me.”

You pause as she turns to look at you, a smile on her face. It's a small smile, but it is genuine, and it's more than enough.

“I'm happy you're happy,” you murmur.

“I want you to be happy too.”

“...I'll be happy.”

Her hand squeezes yours, and you return the pressure. You don't want to let go.

A pause.

She lets go first. Her fingers sliding out of yours and falling back into her lap.

She then stands up. “I... I think Ekko is already looking for me.”

“Yeah.” You nod. “Yeah, good—yeah. I... I should be going too.” You follow suit, facing her, and try to memorize the look on her face one last time. “I forgive you.” And you do, somehow, you do.

“I forgive you, too,” she murmurs. “I hope you... live your life the best way you can. I... I hope you... find happiness.”

Then... she steps forward, hesitates, and wraps her arms around your waist. You're surprised, but you return the embrace anyway. Your arms wrap around her shoulders, and you can feel her burying her face in your chest as she finally lets herself feel it, all five years of it.

“Thank you,” she says against your chest. “Thank you-” her voice chokes up.

“It'll be alright,” you soothe, rubbing her back gently like it used to be, and she clings to you like she used to. “Everything will be alright.”

You can't help but think, if the circumstances had been different, things would be different. That perhaps, in an alternate universe, it would be you and her. That, maybe, in another life, she would have taken you to see the stars on a cloudless night, and that you would have watched the sky together, with only the sound of crickets and the warmth of her hand intertwined with yours.

Maybe in another time, another universe, another life.

Maybe...

But not this one. Not this time, not this universe, not this life.

You're just two strangers, once again, caught in something that could have been a lifetime.

Two different people with completely different lives and futures.

You know nothing of her life for the past half-decade, and she doesn't know yours. You don't know the woman she has become, and she doesn't know the stranger you have grown into.

It's as if you've aged 5 years in the span of a few minutes.

Because you did, in a way.

You let each other go, in the end, and now you have to live the rest of your life in a world with her in it, but not with her.

Your time together is over, and you understand that. You will never be what each other needs or wants, and you accept that. You have the comfort of knowing that you've become who you're supposed to be.

It was fun while it lasted.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe in six months, maybe in a year's time, she will just be another memory. Maybe one day, when you look back at what you had, you could see it as a beautiful memory instead of a painful one.

You press a kiss into her hair before pulling away, your arms loosening around her frame.

She sniffs, rubbing both her cheeks with the back of her hand. “Take care of yourself, okay?” she asks, and you notice the tremble in her voice.

“You too,” you reply.

The wind blows, and she tucks her hair behind her ear.

“Bye,” Powder says. “Take care.”

“Bye.” And... that's it. There's nothing more to say, nothing more to give.

She steps back and waves once. You wave back, and you hope for the best.

With that, you watch as she turns around and walks away to where Ekko is.

Once she approaches him, she leans into his side, burying her face into the crook of his neck. He puts an arm around her as she wraps her arms around his waist. You see them start walking away, back towards the venue, back towards all the happiness that will follow them.

Watching her go, you finally exhale.

A few cars pass, people leaving the venue one by one. People leave with the ones they love, couples leaving hand in hand, friends talking amongst each other, families with their relatives.

You smile once, then head back to Sevika, who's still leaning against the truck, finishing her cigarette.

She looks you up and down as you approach, her eyes narrowing once she notices the lingering hint of wetness on your face. “How much are we drinking?”

You laugh, but it's short lived, replaced with a deep exhale. “Your treat?”

She scoffs. “Tch, you wish.” She looks at the venue before looking back at you. “Everything done?”

You look over your shoulder, taking one last look at the venue. The lights, the people mingling, the laughter... and her.

Powder links her fingers together with Ekko as they head back. He says something in her ear that makes her laugh and shove him away playfully.

She's happy.

That's the only thing that matters.

“Yeah,” you say, finally turning away from the venue. “Everything's done.”

There are no more what-ifs, no more what-could've-beens.

It is what it is.

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tammyu-2 · 2 months ago

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hiiii. can you write hc for the turtles (if you do) for femreader with large breasts, like larger than normal, and has neck, shoulder, back pains, etc. with either rise or 2012 pleaseeee?? feel free to ignore, loves ya<33

Oookey however I won't do Mikey. I hope that's okay with you

2012 TMNT WITH A S/O THAT HAS BIG BOOBS

Some vulgar innuendos, sorta perverted on raphs side, trying to make this kinda pg but not that much, swearing, feminine pronouns

Let's hop right into it!

LEO

When Leonardo first caught had his eye on you he didn't really think much of it. He wasn't really the type to go for those physical attributes and more or less your smile would catch him before your tatas.

I think if he gets to a point where his crush is so bad then he will probably fantasize you with your boobies. Like full on dreaming about holding you as he used your built in pillows while you cuddle watching his favorite action show.

When you two stated dating it's a bit more..noticed. Especially since you often jump around whenever you see him because your excited to see your boyfriend. And since you've grown to ignore your jugs bouncing you barely take note... Leo however prays for forgiveness at even the slightest peak that happens to last longer than 10 minutes.

"Leo my eyes are up here."

Leo calmly looks up at you as if he hadn't felt like he was sinning hard as hell right now

"That is exactly what I'm looking at starlight.."

Whenever you wear boob windowed tops of revealing cleavage outfits it doesn't go unnoticed. He tends to be more clingy with you without trying to. It's just a natural response for him!

However, as much as you were blessed- it also had its flaws. Like the endless amount of back pain, you felt like you were a camel in the dessert carrying a heavy ass man. You tend to complain about it alot and Leo does small things like leaving extra pillows on the couch before you arrive and asking you to lie on your back alot when cuddling him. He makes sure there's heating pads at your disposal and little things like that.

"We all set for movie night?"

"...can I have another pillow-"

Not even waiting for the words to finish falling from your mouth. Leo tucks a fluffy pillow under you.

"Better?"

"Much."

He avoids touching them out of showing respect for you. Even if you say it's fine- this baby boy is NOT doing that. His papa raised a gentleman.

DONNIE

When Donnie first had his eye on you ofcourse he took in everything about you. That includes your girls. I feel like he would be the type to draw overly dramatic anime styled sketches of him saving you with you tatas doubled. When you jump? Honey listen to me.. when you feet touches the ground so does the back of his head...

They jumpscare him. Like he could be not paying attention and you appear out of nowhere and he visibly jumps at the sight of them suddenly entering his peripheral vision.

When you two start dating he is still the way he is. Just toned down. Like he is still overly flustered when they jiggle alot and he is still blushes madly at the mere MENTION of them. But he is controlled a little to a different degree.

If you wear cleavage revealing outfits then you best believe his nose be bleeding every single time. Even if it's the same outfit you wore 3 times in a row. He is GONE. If he ever gets the chance he will sit down and praise then for an hour and a half- summarized.

If you complain about your pain of having constant melons to carry around like a pregnant lady but longer than 9 months. Then our little genius will get to work. He will create gadget and gizmos. He will also leave around body pain medication and heating pads for you. He will also give you snacks thinking that sometimes it might be your menstrual cycle.

"Vuala! I present to you this magnetic gift for you darling!"

"Donnie this is a corset?"

"Not just any corset but the world's first ever comfortable corset. It is embroidered with built in cushioning along with a flat like table to rest your....assests on to. Gently gving you stylish fashion AND giving you comfort that a bra could do but better!"

".... WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU IN THE VICTORIAN ERA-"

Please let him sleep on them... he litrally is on cloud 9- like it's marshmallows but better. He would 100% Hint at it because he's too shy to ask upfront ot he will go full on 2018 Y/N on you.

"C-c-c-c-a-a-"

"Just lie down Donnie.. "

RAPH

We all know where this is going right? It's bright as day. The first that caught him about you were your little friends, thing 1 and thing 2, and he is SHAMELESS. You guys aren't even dating and he is relentless with it.

"I have a secret talent."

"Oh yeah what's that?"

"I can guess any girls bra size all you have to do is just jump"

"I'd rather jump off a bridge."

"Can I record it atleast? We can do it like a topless-"

"RAPH SHUT UP!"

Your taste is questionable. And you two end up dating. Now it gets worse because before it was sorta empty promises. Now there's nothing TO promise cause he knows he can anyway.

He will wrap his arm around you wast and just grab them like stress balls. He will put his face in it after a long day of being a ninja. He will just grab one to feel the warmth of it.

He cat calls you whenever you wear revealing clothing that show of the powerpuffgirls. Like full on construction worker type cat calling. He will get you attention and just stare. Your eyes are up where? No silly they are down here.

Whenever you have pain her doesn't know what to do cause he normally isn't good with being sympathetic. So he asks april bluntly which leaves him with a slap to the face and a scolding on manners. He will get you heating pads and pain meds but that's all. Other than ofcourse-

"Ugh my back is sore.."

"You want me to hold them for you?"

I don't feel comfortable doing Mikey sorry...

Hope you guys enjoyed that I'm going to try post 2 more but here is some food for yall. Once I finish Monkie Kid I will add that onto my masterlist and you guys will now have the option of request cookierun kingdom!

Okay baiiiii

~Tammy<3

Not proofread

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revelboo · 5 months ago

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Oh damn!! Mind if I just explode into particles about the latest Circuits and Wires??

BOOM!! 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💕💕💕💕💕

I love it so much

Wheeljack’s always been a favorite, just that optimism that’s undiminished no matter how many times his projects literally blow up in his face.

Also: Let’s see how many of these I can update in a day

Circuits and Wires Pt 10

Wheeljack x Reader

• Shifting to sit curled up in his lap, you’re aware of him shifting his arm as if wanting to touch and not sure where is okay. Biting into the inside of your cheek as he struggles, you reach back and pull his arm around you, pressing his big hand against your hip and feeling him shiver under you. Because one of you is going to have to be assertive and you’re almost positive it’s not going to be him. Reaching for his other hand, you pull it to you and play with his servos, fingertips tracing over the softer metal mesh at the inside of his wrist as you lay your head against him.

• You’re so soft and warm against him, he wants to tip your head up. Explore your soft mouth and let his hands wander. Would you let him? Optics dim, he doesn’t dare try to find out. Too afraid of being rejected or ruining this. Glossa sliding against his bottom lip remembering the feel of your mouth on his, he flexes his servos when you run your fingertips against the inside of them. And you look up at him, head against his shoulder. Slowly, he presses his palm to yours, intertwining his servos with your fingers, the difference in how much smaller your little hand is shocking. Even mass displaced, you’re so delicate compared to him. And a part of him thrills at that difference.

• Breath catching as you stare at your hand trapped in his much bigger one and feel the servos of the hand on your hip flex against you. Making you wonder what those big hands would feel like on you, wandering over you. “I keep thinking I’m going to break you,” he says, vocal indicators flickering mauve. Embarrassed? About breaking you? Why would he even-oh. Heat spilling through you, his awkwardness twists, takes on a new meaning. Not even sure how that would work between you two. Though, those big fingers could be put to use. And now the thought is there as your face heats.

• Head ducking against him as he catches a glimpse of how red your face just got, he frowns. “I promise you won’t break me,” you mutter, avoiding looking at him as your fingers squeeze his. Venting, he absently rubs against your hip and rests his chin on top of your head. Loving the feel of you against him and not quite believing that he’s allowed this much.

• “I hope not. I like having you around,” he says as you cringe. Because nope. It’s going right over his handsome, dense head unless you spell it out for him. Maybe he’d hadn’t meant it that way after all. And asking about it? Bluntly telling him that you’re interested in him that way? You’d rather curl up and die of embarrassment right now. So you’re right back to square one, you too shy and him too damn oblivious.

I am all motors and gadgets

Organically designed to last a finite length of time

Locked in this rotary motion, the wheel spins round and round

I comprehend it all but still can't make a sound

I know there's something wrong within my faulty brain

I lack the proper behavior

My temper-addled tongue can't seem to force it out

The words that linger inside me

Can't speak, can't speak, can't speak at all

Don't even think you know the reason

Can't speak, can't speak, can't speak at all

Don't even try to understand

I am all circuits and wires

Conducting symphonies of heat exchange energies

My temper-addled tongue can't seem to force it out

The words that linger inside me

#transformers x reader #wheeljack x reader #idw wheeljack

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sang-i-fetge · 7 months ago

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List of Jason Todd/Red Hood's weapons/gadgets/touys

Note: This is mostly from comics written by Winick, as I refuse to acknowledge most of n52. Feel free to add more, though!

Note2: This post was originally formatted in a different way, as I foolishly forgot about the image limit.

Blades

1— His iconic dagger!

Can cut through stone, and most of Batman's gear. It's been heavily debated what kind of knife it is; wether a kris, a parrying dagger, or a third secret thing.

2— The blades he gives Mia to defend herself!

I'm not sure what kind of blade they are, they vaguely look like wakizashis? Their size varies from panel to panel so idk😔

3— The katana for the 'duel' with Oliver!

4— And to link with the next section, the exploding katana!

Yes, it's a katana that explodes. Jason baits Oliver into holding it.

Explosives

— First of all, he blows up many many things and it's not specified what exactly he uses. So the unspecified explosives that only appear as a cool fireball panel get a bullet point.

5— The jumble of explosives in the Final Confrontation™️, we can see some dynamite, C4...

6— Bomb in a crate

7— Small bomb. Not lethal!

8— Bigger bomb. Yes lethal.

9— Continuing with this absolute icon: the bomb under the Batmobile (should I capitalize that?)

10— Small Rocket, used against Brick

11— Grenade?

12— Small, cylinder-shaped explosives. Detonated upon impact?

13— Small explosive that attaches to flat surfaces, used against Mr Freeze

14— Grenade.

15— Molotov Cocktail

16— Enough C4 to destroy a whole building, modded so it explodes if its temperature reaches one point, countering Batman's method of freezing bombs.

17— My absolute favorite, the exploding helmet!

Even if it's listed under 'explosives', it's also an important piece of technology in the Red Hood's arsenal.

Firearms

18, 19— The guns in the wall from Annual #25, there's surely more.

20— Machine guns hidden in crates!

21— Machine guns hidden in cars!

22— Rocket launcher, used against Black Mask

23— Even more hidden machine guns! This time in an electricity pole.

24— Machine gun (also hidden, but surprisingly not attached to anything)

25— Handgun👍

26— AK-47, you know the panel from where it's from

27— Submachine guns, I think 🙂

28— When out of ammo he uses his guns as blunt weapons, which I wanted to note

Tasers

29— The nazi-killing taser

30— The reason for the creation of this post! The grapple line taser! Attach it to a grapple line and it will shock whoever is connected to it. Noticed it in a reread of utrh and needed people to see it

31— Bonus: the bat-symbol taser. Iconic enough to be here.

Tech & Surveillance

32— Monitor and microphone?

33, 34— cameras :)

35— thing to see the feed of the cameras

36, 37— phones :)

38— his little tech den in #650

39, 40— computers :)

41— whatever this thing is

42— The surveillance device that looks like he taped a canon camera to his face

43— Wiretaps!

44— Bugs!

He also has his evil lair in B&R2009 bugged.

Miscellaneous

45— Does his crowbar count

46— smoke bomb!!

47— Injectable adrenaline. He just has that in his utility belt.

48— His batmobile-evade suit.

49— Is saying his belt buckle mean

50— Unspecified poison! Goodbye Egon

51— This thing that attaches to its target and launches them off

Not pictured:

The fancy wound dressing he gives onyx to patch up the shoulder wound he inflicted (I forgot to screenshot 💔)

Also, he has this whole hq-ish thing in Annual #25

(Edit: That rectangle in the gun wall kinda looks like an anti-drone gun now that I think abt it)

It has a murder board, which I think is cute.

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nickeverdeen · 5 months ago

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She Can Try | Grown up!Powder x fem!reader

Pairings: Powder x reader (one-sided crush), Vi x reader (dead lover)

Type of fic: Angst

Warnings: Death, high expectations for Powder from Powder, inability to fully move on, jealousy, dead lover, one-sided love

Part 2: here

Part 3: here

Summary: After Vi died you tried to move on, but no matter how much you tried she still lingered there in the back of your mind, while Powder has been quietly suffering for 10 years of silently loving you.

Idea creator: @imlovewithpixels

Idea: “If nobody makes a fanfic where Reader wa Vi's sweetheart in the alternative timeline and Powder has a oneside crush on her for like 10 years. I'm gonna be forced to do it!

Just hear me out! Reader never move on, always looking for girls or boys that kinda remind them to Vi, and Powder is too scared to make a move, or even recognze her feelings of longing and jealosy. She would never fill the shadow of Vi. But she can try. I'm a sucker for angst, PLEASE”

Premission to use idea: Yes

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It had been ten years since the explosion, ten years since Vi was gone.

Powder still remembered the day like it was yesterday—the roar of the part of building breaking, the smell of hextech, the sound of your voice calling Vi’s name through the chaos. The way you had held onto hope long after everyone else had accepted the truth.

Even now, she could see the shadow of that grief in your eyes. It wasn’t as raw as it had been back then, but it lingered, like a scar that refused to fade. You had moved on in some ways—laughing, working, living—but there was always that part of you searching for her in the faces of others.

Powder wasn’t sure when her one-sided crush on you had started. Maybe it had always been there, buried beneath her admiration for you and Vi’s relationship. But after Vi was gone, and you stayed, Powder’s feelings began to grow into something she didn’t understand at first—something bittersweet and impossible.

She could never be Vi.

You would never look at her the way you had looked at her sister.

But still, Powder stayed close. She told herself it was because you were the only connection she had left to Vi, but deep down, she knew it was more than that.

One afternoon sun cast a golden glow over Zaun’s rooftops as you sat in the small workshop you and Powder shared. You were tinkering with a broken device—one of Powder’s gadgets that had malfunctioned during a test run.

“Did you ever figure out why this thing blew up?” you asked, holding it up to inspect the internal wiring.

Powder, sitting cross-legged on the floor nearby, looked up from her sketchpad. “Uh, yeah. I forgot to account for the power surge when the gears shifted.”

You grinned, shaking your head. “Classic Powder.”

She flushed, rubbing the back of her neck. “Hey, at least it didn’t take out half the table this time.”

“Progress,” you teased, setting the gadget aside.

Powder watched as you leaned back in your chair, a faint smile playing on your lips. You always seemed lighter when you were here, surrounded by tools and half-finished projects. It was one of the few places where you could relax, where the weight of the past didn’t seem to press down as heavily.

She wanted to tell you how much she admired you—how much she cared—but the words always got stuck in her throat. Instead, she just stayed close, hoping you would notice her in your own time.

Later that evening, the two of you made your way to one of Zaun’s quieter streets, heading toward a small food stall that Powder loved. The air was cool, and the neon lights from nearby buildings reflected off the damp pavement.

As you walked, you started talking about Vi again.

“She always hated it when I called her soft,” you said, a wistful smile on your face. “But she was. She just hid it under all that bravado.”

Powder nodded, her chest tightening. She hated how much you talked about Vi, not because she didn’t love her sister, but because every word reminded her of what she could never be to you.

“You were good together,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible over the hum of the city.

You glanced at her, surprised by the light distance in her tone. “We were.”

Powder hesitated, then asked the question she had been avoiding for years. “Do you… do you ever think about moving on?”

You stopped walking, your expression softening. “I’ve tried,” you admitted. “But every time I look at someone, it’s like… I’m searching for her. And that’s not fair to them. Or me.”

Powder looked away, guilt twisting in her stomach. She thought of all the times she had tried to be what you needed—stronger, braver, more like Vi. But no matter what she did, it was never enough.

She would always be a shadow.

That night, as you worked on another project in the workshop, Powder sat across from you, her heart aching.

“Hey,” she said suddenly, her voice shaky.

You looked up, startled by the urgency in her tone. “What’s up?”

“I just… I want you to know that I’m here. For whatever you need. Always.”

You smiled, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “I know, Powder. And I’m grateful for you. More than you realize.”

Powder held onto your hand a moment longer than necessary, her heart pounding. She wanted to tell you everything—to let you know how much you meant to her—but she couldn’t. Not yet.

Instead, she gave you a small, bittersweet smile and let go.

She could never fill the shadow of Vi.

But she could try.

#imagine #angst #powder #powder x reader #powder x female reader #wlw?#arcane #alternate universe #powder season 2 #arcane season 2

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urfavsimpingfanficwriter · 8 months ago

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Kinktober Prompt Day 2- Humiliation/Exhibitionism

Masterlist (Kinktober)

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Humiliation/Exhibitionism- Brian Quinn x Fem!Reader

18+

While you're out for dinner with Brian and the guys, you get an idea on how to pay him back for the meal.

Warnings: Humiliation Kink; Exhibitionism; Fem!Reader; Male Ejaculation; Slight Cum-Eating; Getting Caught in Public; Use of Y/N; Pet Names; Whimpering; Slight Sub/Dom Dynamics (If you squint)

I think that's it!

Smut Under the Cut<3

Brian's arm was wrapped around your waist as you walked with the guys to your table. Another season filmed, and the guys wanted to celebrate. You insisted that Brian could go without you, even if you already had plans for a "date night", but he wouldn't budge. He insisted that the guys would love to hang out with you just as much as they would him. You didn't believe him, but decided to go anyways, putting on your favorite dress and doing your hair and makeup. You always tried to impress the guys, no matter how many times Brian insisted that you were practically one of the guys yourself.

Now, you were seated in Ruddy and Dean, one of the best steakhouses in Staten Island, ordering a filet mignon, silently panicking about the astronomical prices (I mean 60 bucks for a 10 oz steak holy shit), and sipping on your drink.

Joe and Sal laugh about something Murr said, and Brian placed a hand on your thigh in a loving way, smiling at you. His face twists slightly in worry and he leans in, whispering in your ear.

"You alright hon? You look worried about something."

"This is too expensive Bri, I really shouldn't have come," You whisper back, anxiety lacing your words.

Brian squeezes your thigh, smiling into your ear, "Y/N, I can afford it. You know I don't mind spending money on you. Anything you want, you know that, so don't worry."

You nod. Then an idea comes to you.

"I think I would be more comfortable if I could... make it up to you?" You say, a small smirk on your lips.

"Wha-"

Before Brian can question what you mean, your hand goes to his clothed crotch, squeezing slightly.

He breathed in, clutching your thigh, surely leaving bruises for you to find tomorrow. You could feel his thigh clench under your arm.

He was about to say something to you when you look to Joe, "Thank you guys so much for letting me tag along!"

He smiles at you, "No problem Y/N, we love having you!"

You squeeze the quickly hardening length beneath your hand, rubbing your thumb up and down the length, "Really? I hope I'm not intruding. I mean, this is your guy's night, ya know?"

Sal chimes in, "Please, if I had to sit here listening to Murray talk about his new 'gadget' all night without you to shut him up I'd go insane!"

You laugh and Murr playfully shoves Sal.

"Well, as long as you guys are sure..." You say, beginning to unbutton Brian's dress pants with one hand.

Murr leans across the table so you can hear him better, "We love you being here. Honestly, we should probably replace Q with you, don't you guys think?"

The rest of the guys laugh and nod their heads, agreeing, as you subtly, slowly move your hand into Brian's pants, palming his cock over his boxers. You can feel how precum is already making a small wet patch.

"Why so silent, Bri?" You say, putting on a small, innocent smile.

He looks at you, his eyes widening, "I-I'm not. Just t-tired I guess."

You lean your head on his shoulder, pushing your hand underneath his boxers, "Long day? I guess so, finishing everything up with the show and all."

All Brian could do was nod a bit and mutter a small, "Mhm," with you pumping his thick cock.

Precum was already soaking your hand, and you could feel his hard, veiny length twitching in your palm. You squeezed lightly, forcing a whimper out of his mouth.

"Brian, you feelin' okay? You don't look good," Joe said, worried about his friend and his...sweaty...complexion.

"Y-yeah man. All good. Think I just need to eat somethin', ya know?" Brian all but moaned.

You pumped his dick faster, rubbing your thumb over the tip, forcing his legs to slightly shake.

You lean in, pretending to pick a piece of fuzz out of his hair, "You know the safeword, right?"

He nodded slightly, causing you to smile. You knew he'd enjoy this, being used in front of his friends without them even knowing. Being humiliated in front of his closest friends, in the middle of a restaurant.

You could see the waiter from where you were sitting. He was gathering all the meals on his tray.

So, not much longer then.

You move your hand faster, causing him to rock his head back, mouth agape, panting. Sweat was beading his forehead. If you didn't think it would be too obvious, you would get under the table right now and suck him off.

God, would that be so fucking hot.

For now, however, you had to play the concerned girlfriend secretly jacking off her boyfriend. Thankfully, the guys were, for the most part, distracted by some picture or video on Joe's phone.

You continued to pump Brian's cock, his hand now leaving your thigh, clutching your forearm for dear life. His dick was twitching heavily now, hips slightly thrusting up into your hand.

"Come on now Bri, come for me baby. Come on, my good boy," You quietly moaned into his ear.

He groaned, causing a couple from the table next to you to glance over. His thick, heavy load shot up all over your hand and onto his still-clothed stomach and pants.

You pull your hand away after a few more thrusts, bringing your hand up to your mouth, licking the cum off and swallowing while looking into Brian's droopy, glazed over eyes. Little did Brian know, Murray was staring right at you, and probably had been since Brian practically moaned in the middle of a busy restaurant.

You looked over at Murr and the rest of the guys, licking the last of the cum off of your fingers and leaning your head on Brian's shoulder, "Like the show? I know Bri sure did."

Murr's face burned bright red, as did Brian's. You knew he liked it though. Let's be real, they both did. Brian was your good boy, and at the end of the day, you owed him for this 60 buck steak you were about to eat. Maybe one day Murr could even join you guys. Maybe. If he promised to be a good boy, of course.

#brian quinn smut #brian quinn is so hot i need him please #kinktober 2024 #kinktober #kink tag: humiliation #kink tag: exhibition

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humanundead · 2 months ago

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Special interview with Ryoji Morimoto to celebrate the release of "Kamen Rider Blade CREATURE GADGET ARCHIVES Undead Buckle" (November 2016)

To commemorate the release of the “Undead Buckle,” we conducted a special photoshoot and interview with Mr. Ryoji Morimoto, who played Hajime Aikawa/Joker/Human Undead/Ryo Mikami.

We heard him discuss his thoughts on Blade and his impressions of the product.

(translation under cut)

Thank you for your hard work on the photoshoot. Now that the “Undead Buckle” has finally been released, we’d like to ask your honest thoughts on it.

Ryoji Morimoto: Well, I’m just happy. I was surprised when I heard about it, so I’m glad it’s actually happening.

We had a roundtable discussion with you and everyone else from Blade for the release of the “Rouse Card Archives” in 2012.

Morimoto: Among the Blade team, there’s an ever-present feeling that it’s not over yet, so the “Rouse Card Archives” discussion was the first opportunity we’ve had in a while to get together. We were surprised at how high quality the cards were.

For the “Rouse Card Archives 10th Anniversary Edition” in 2014, we gathered nine Blade cast members.

Morimoto: The Blade team is close, so I didn’t feel nostalgic. They haven’t really changed from how I remember them back then. Everyone still looks good as well. I think they might be Undead (laughs).

(While looking at the booklet from back then) Ah, I had long hair then! That’s right, I’m pretty sure Amano-kun also got long hair after this. Tsubaki-kun also had long hair before this, or maybe after. Amane-chan’s appearance has changed the most. She’s really grown up.

In 2015, you voice acted in “Kamen Rider Blade Drama CD: The Joker’s Path” and “Super Hero Taisen GP: Kamen Rider 3.” How did you feel about playing Hajime Aikawa again for the first time in 10 years?

Morimoto: Even as an actor, I think playing the same role again after 10 years is a very difficult experience. Even so, for some reason, it wasn’t hard. Hajime Aikawa has been living inside me this whole time, so I’m immediately able to be possessed by his spirit.

In the main story of “Kamen Rider Blade,” you played the multiple roles of Hajime Aikawa, Joker, Ryo Mikami, and Human Undead. How did you differentiate between the roles?

Morimoto: In the case of Hajime Aikawa, at the time we started filming, I hadn’t seen the whole script, so I was building him up as filming progressed. There wasn’t a process of preparing for the role in the beginning. I’d heard that he wasn’t human, so I was conscious of things like not blinking and not feeling pain. Hajime is a handsome guy, so I wanted him to be cool, but when I was Joker I was just groaning, like “wuuuuuh.”

Everyone says Ryo Mikami is the most similar to me, but in reality, I’m moody (laughs), so we’re a little different. I might be a goofball, but when I need to get down to business, I can, so I wanted to show that gap with my performance.

Human Undead… that’s right. I think I was going for something like Adam from Adam and Eve. Like a godly feeling…Well, it’s hard to talk about Human Undead. I don’t remember playing him that well.

He only appears about two times in the show, doesn’t he. When taking the first photo, your face completely became Hajime Aikawa’s. It was my fault for unintentionally handing you the rouse card as a prop.

Morimoto: Ah, I definitely went for Hajime’s pose! It was a great photoshoot featuring the Human Undead. (looking at the rouse card) Ah, look, isn’t the hair permed and almost nuanced? It looks nice, doesn’t it.

According to the person in charge of the rouse card illustrations, they drew them before the cast had been confirmed, and they didn’t even know what your face looked like. But somehow, it resembles you quite a bit.

Morimoto: (taking the same pose as the card) You’re right! It might look like me. It’s fate.

Now, regarding the “Undead Buckle” product, not only have we paid a lot of attention to the design, it also has an opening and closing gimmick.

Morimoto: It really opened! Also, the texture of the belt part is interesting.

It is, isn’t it. We call it a belt out of convenience, but the details of the Human Undead’s waist only happens to look like a belt. We actually think it’s biological tissue, so we tried to recreate the biological texture with silicone.

By the way, how do you think the Human Undead won the original Battle Fight?

Morimoto: If he didn’t have any physical strength, or any sort of special attack… as a human, he must have been intelligent, right? Making his fellow Undead fight each other… how crafty!

What do you think the original effect of “Spirit” was? Kamen Rider Chalice used it when he turned back into Hajime, but that ability isn’t useful in battle, is it. Fans have also been speculating about the original Battle Fight in all sorts of ways. It isn’t really discussed much in the show either, but it’s a very interesting topic.

Morimoto: This has been a good opportunity to think about the Human Undead.

The Undead discussion never ends. Earlier, we were taking some Human Undead-style photos, and looking at them again, you seem to be more toned than you were in those days.

Morimoto: I went to the gym in preparation. Because I’m an Undead.

What’s your secret to staying youthful?

Morimoto: I guess it’s not being controlled by other people. I think it’s having the determination to keep doing what I want to do.

Heroes also align with this way of thinking.

Morimoto: I want to be a hero, I want to be a hero. The desire to be a hero is always at the root of everything, I think. I want to keep bringing excitement to Kamen Rider Blade, like Tsubaki-kun, who has been fighting brightly and positively without being defeated, despite facing difficult circumstances.

Lastly, please give us a message for the customers who will buy the product.

Morimoto: It’s really cool, so I would definitely be happy if it becomes popular. I hope it’s treasured not just as a belt, but as a part of the Undead’s body. With this, you too can become the ancestor of all humans!

-November 2016, Tokyo

#i saw cunty hajime a few days ago and thought this would be a fun short thing to work on #lmk if there are any like glaring errors #kamen rider blade #ryoji morimoto

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