#Shelter from the storm

[detective-jane-rizzoli]

[jt1674]

[lambsouvlaki]

Shelter from the Storm - Dangerous

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: G, mentions of violence, fluff

Word Count: 400

Summary: Jason knows she can defend herself, but she doesn't have to. Not while he's there to catch her.

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Jason stood between her and a room full of bodies.

The attic stank of blood and burning rubber. The mercs’ armour wasn’t as sturdy as they must have hoped. 

He holstered his gun and rolled a charred body over with his boot. 

“This one’s dead,” he said. 

“Fireballs do that,” she muttered.

He looked sidelong at her. She stepped gingerly around a body collapsed on the broken table. The concrete walls were riddled with bullets. She ran shaking hands through her messed up hair, and winced as it pulled on the graze at her hairline. 

“You’re very willing to get lethal,” he said. 

“Don’t give me that,” she snapped. “I have very little choice here. And I won’t be told to pull my punches by someone carrying multiple grenades. Someone who isn’t being actively hunted for profit, I might add.”

He smiled grimly. He picked up her jacket from the floor. One of the mercs had ripped it off her when trying to grab her. Jason put a bullet in that man’s head. 

“I’m not telling you to make nice with your abusers,” he said. He held the jacket out for her, and slid it up her arms as she turned into it. He leaned down to speak in her ear. “When the moment of truth comes, if you can’t put those animals in the ground, I’ll do it for you.”

She looked over her shoulder at him. He didn’t know why she looked surprised. Didn’t she know? He would carve through as many of them as it took to keep her safe. 

“Oh.” The wall that normally lurked in her eyes wasn't there. 

“I can do it,” she said softly. 

“I know. But you don’t have to.” 

He gently adjusted her collar where it was rolled over itself. He didn’t know if she meant that or the fighting. He didn’t know if he did either. 

His knuckles grazed the bare skin of her collarbone.

Her breath hitched. 

He blinked at himself and turned away. 

He pushed one of the blinds aside and looked out into the compound below. He could see them starting to move. 

“They’re more dangerous than they look,” she said.

He glanced back and saw her retying her hair, all business once again. 

“So am I,” he said and drew his sniper rifle. 

[generallemarc]

A list of times advertising has actually worked on me

In the sense that I went from "I've either never heard of this thing or have but do not care at all" to deciding to buy it, the entire list goes as follows:

Those 90-calorie Fiber One brownie bars. Brownies are my favorite food, so I started buying them the second I learned they existed, simple as.

The Wonder Woman movie trailer. Went from "meh" to "holy shit that looks epic", and it actually was.

The trailer for the Switch release of Ys VIII: Lacrimosa of Dana. I was looking for a new rpg, and it fit the bill.

This

I'm not quite 100% sold, but if I buy this game it's entirely because of this song. I can see why he was gone for so long-only the last minute and twenty seconds are an ad read, so this is a seven minute long song. Say what you want about The Stupendium, but no other musician on youtube puts as much effort into their projects as Greg does. I cannot tell at all how much of the main scenes(the ones in the house with him as the old guy) are practical and how much aren't; if you told me that was 100% practical effects, I'd believe you.

Hell, I take the more downer tone of this one as a friggin' challenge-fuck you endless winter, I'm taking thiw city back to "burn us in the furnace let our souls ignite the flames" territory! So take heed but take no pity-the city must survive.

[rayonthego]

At the gym with Bob.

[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 17/? Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch & Other Star Wars Characters (Star Wars) Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-9901 | Hunter, CT-9902 | Tech, CT-9903 | Wrecker, Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Batcher the Lurca Hound (Star Wars), Pabu Island Residents (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Clone Trooper Characters (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Howzer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Mox (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Stak (Star Wars: The Bad Batch: Paths Unknown), Clone Trooper Deke (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Vik (Star Wars), Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Socks and Booker (OC Clones), Lula the Tooka Doll (Star Wars), Asajj Ventress, Clone Trooper Nemec (Star Wars), Shep Hazard Additional Tags: Summer of Bad Batch 2024, summerofbadbatch2024, Fan Events and Prompts, Pabu Island (Star Wars), family and friends, Fun under the Sun, Snippets and Scenes, Ficlets, family time and bonding, Fun and Fluff, Humour, Light Angst, Fights and Squabbles, Family Dynamics, Adventure, Flashbacks and Missions, Everyone working towards a common goal, Nature and Weather, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies Series: Part 1 of A Summer of Bad Batch 2024 Summary:

Each chapter containing individual ficlets in the life and times of the Bad Batch and their friends, clones and other Pabuers and one warm summer spent on the peaceful island of Pabu. There are a few flashbacks stories from the past there as well.

Tales as per inspired by the corresponding weekly prompts (see below).

Part of Summer of Bad Batch 2024 collection and series

@summer-of-bad-batch​

[grumpling]

my friend seemed to like this dumb thing i made while trying to deal with some dumb linux shit over the last few days so i'm sharing it

[thefrankshow]

Shelter from the storm. Thursday afternoon at The Warrior in Stroudsburg.

[wallacepolsom]

Wallace Polsom, Life During Wartime: Shelter from the Storm (2023), paper collage, 19.2 x 23.6 cm.

[bjfinn]

SHELTER FROM THE STORM

Tropical storm Debbie hit Montreal yesterday -- I think it was the worst storm I've ever seen. Around 6:00pm I was putting trolleys back in the entryway of the store, and since we have an automatic door, each time someone passes by it, it opens. As I passed it, I saw a tiny, soaking wet and thoroughly bedraggled sparrow hop inside to get out of the deluge.

He didn't seem afraid of me and even came a bit closer, but then he decided to go behind the garbage can in the corner, away from the door and the rain. I continued talking softly to him for a minute or two, and then returned to my cash.

I would've liked to catch him, but I didn't want to risk hurting him and I had nothing to keep him in.

Because there were almost no customers in the store, I kept going back out to check on the little guy. He seemed content to be there, safe and dry, hopping around and exploring the entryway.

The next time I went out to see how he was doing, he was over by the inner entrance door (also automatic), peering into the store through the glass. Luckily he was to small to activate the sensor!

I finished my shift at 7:00, and I was hoping to get a photo of him, but I couldn't find him -- either he'd dried off enough that he'd decided to head back outside, or he'd actually gotten inside the store, or he was still in the entryway but hidden.

Poor little guy -- I hope he's okay.

[avida-heidia-5]

⛈️ Shelter from the Storm:

This is a scene from Chapter 2 of the fanfic There Is Thunder In Our Hearts, Baby by the lovely @kaossbells. I hope you like it, Liz! 😊❤️

[detective-jane-rizzoli]

[seijorhi]

Jeez, it took me almost an entire day to collect my thoughts about SftS, but after reading your asks and taking time to think about it all I have to say is wow.

I just want to preface that Oikawa was never a character I found attractive WHATSOEVER until I started reading your works. Even though you made him so disgusting?? in this I can’t help but still love him because of how well you write his obsession with the reader.

Also i have no idea why but it’s just so funny to me the way he’s like offended when readers dad asked if he killed her…as if he didn’t murder the rest of her family in cold blood.

Which leads me to talking about how that last scene was written from his POV and the way he was thinking about stuff?? He’s so despicable. Murdering a child *with mercy!! Such a great guy 😁👍 Although he did NOT hesitate to justify the readers stepmothers death. Reader never wanted her dead but he used her dislike towards her as fuel to take out his violent tendencies.

Besides reader, I also feel so bad for her father. You could tell he was holding everything back after hearing about his wife and son. The fact he was blindsided by Oikawa in the end too. He didn’t even have to time to think about how reader was going to be tricked and comforted by the man who hurt her the most 😞 anyways r.i.p.

I wanted to ask does Oikawa love reader in any way? Because you said that he wants to challenge himself by playing with her. So I know he doesn’t care if he hurts he, I mean he murdered her family and staged a traumatic event 🤷‍♀️ but I can’t tell if he’s one of those yanderes who’s just sick for no reason or sick because he lives the reader.

I also wanted to ask if he is one of those sick yanderes, would he reach a point where he gets bored and just outright tells reader that he murdered her family just to stir shit up?

Anyhow, RHI, i just wanted to tell you that it was absolutely phenomenal and it left me in shock. I saw none of that coming.

<33 bby my heart is all warm n fluttery reading this 🥺

But oh, Oikawa’s wholly and utterly enamoured with the reader. That doesn’t stop him from being a selfish, amoral asshole – if anything it enables those behaviours. He justified what he did to her step-mom, even to an extent what he did to her brother, all out of love of the reader.

He’ll justify a hell of a lot worse than murder if it comes down to keeping her safe and within reach.

Now I don’t think he’d outright admit to killing her family – not unless she asked him directly. He enjoys the domesticity, the willingness of it all too much to give it up so easily. The casual affection and the dependence/trust she has in him. The trauma bond of going through something awful like that and only having Oikawa at the end of it.

I think if it never came out, and they lived the rest of the lives laying low, oikawa taking jobs from shitty (well paying) people to do bad things and then returning home to his sweet little wifey, Oikawa would die a happy man.

But he’s not opposed to the truth coming out, either. He’ll love her if she’s oblivious, and he’ll love her if she hates him. She’s not going anywhere either way.

[lambsouvlaki]

Shelter from the Storm (Ao3)

Rating: Explicit Category: F/M Fandom: Batman: Arkham - All Media Types Relationship: Jason Todd/Original Character Additional tags: ongoing fic, romance, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, case fic, magic, power couple, post-Arkham Knight, Jason Todd is Red Hood.

It was years since he thought of himself as a protector. Since the brand cut into his cheek, since he put on his helmet and made himself a predator. He was nothing more than a wrecking ball against the rotting edifice of Gotham. But for her, maybe he could be again. She was under his protection and he’d gut anyone who tried to touch her.

[palatinewolfsblog]

In the snow ...

A Tale of Advent

Snowflakes were falling as I visited one of our Advent markets.

Looked at all the big booths.

So many amazing things.

And saw an old man in a small booth with snow globes in all sizes.

"So beautiful.

May I?" I asked.

He gave me a friendly nod.

So i took one and looked at it more closely.

It seemed really old. Inside the holy couple, Mary and Joseph at the manger.

The colors still fresh.

The virgin in the dark blue dress looking at her child.

A tired smile on her lips.

A woman who had come a long way to find a safe place.

"Charming, isn't it?" He said.

"Rare to find in these days.

Reminds me of my youth."

"You are right." I replied.

"Seems they need a shelter from the cold

and i have one to offer.

So: How much do you want?"

"30 Euros."

"Don't have that much with me. Let's say - 20?"

"I give you 50. For my darling."

A voice came from behind.

A deep, dark voice that sounded like money.

And a high pitched female voice. "Oh Honey."

I turned and looked at the two.

A guy like Charles Napier, know what I mean.

And she - half his age. A schoolboys dream.

What connected them was their view of the world.

Cold and calculating.

And their warm fur coats. Must have cost a fortune.

"Hey" Said the man.

"Why you're looking at me?

Looking for trouble, i guess. Yes?

You gonna look pretty funny

trying to eat gingerbread with no teeth!"

All that in a Charles Napier tone, you know.

"Don't react." I said to myself. Just deadpan.

But inside I burst out laughing.

"OK. Then give me the ball."

Said the man

and waved a 100 Euro bill.

The dealer changed silently.

And the two left.

Heads held high.

So high they almost trampled

on a young woman standing on the corner.

A woman in a dark blue dress.

A child in her arms.

A tired smile on her lips.

Someone who had come a long way

and needed a safe place

a shelter from the cold.

Artwork and Poetry by @palatinewolfsblog