#also if you know what the pose is from then. hi

[robintherobiner]

What would the Wayne Family and the Bat Family post tiktok

Bruce: videos of him buying new outfits with the material girl sound over it because, according to one post, 'his kids said it was funny and he liked seeing them smile'. on his official account though (the wayne enterprises one) his 'social media manager' posts clips from interviews and soundbites.

Batman: does not have a tiktok.

Dick: posts videos of him either doing gymnastics or of him hanging out with his siblings. Most of the time he is throwing up a peace sign and then Tim and Damian are wrestling in the background and he captions it something along the lines of 'brothers drawing blood in Blud!'

Nightwing: posts videos of short self defense tips/poses, regularly collabs with Red Hood. (not that Jason knows this, Dick just sets up a camera and then goes and bothers his brother until he tries to punch him so he can teach people to block)

Barbara: Posts videos talking about accessibility (both whats available and what should be put in place). if one of the wayne's annoy her, she also will post a compilation of them doing something silly like tripping over thin air or being caught using a hairbrush as a microphone)

Oracle: posts clips of people doing non violent crimes (faces blurred out ofc) with the caption "the eye in the sky sees you, dumbass." because why would you try ack a car on a street with three non-hidden cameras

Jason: doesn't post. anymore. does have an account from when he was a teenager where it's just him doing sped up acting videos to sounds. he has tried to log in to take it down but Bruce changed the password. Brucie regularly comments on different videos like "my baby was such a star... rip sweetie 🕊️🕊️🕊️" and its Jason lip-syncing to fucking Justin Bieber or something

Red Hood: posts videos shitting on Batman. the comments were full of people saying "daddy issues" or "i wanna be a dealer just so you can shoot me babygirl" so he turned them off. sometimes someone (tim) turns them back on and Jason gets bombarded with "BRO IS SERVING CUNT"

Cassandra: posts videos of her doing ballet, or of her showing off her strength. Not on purpose though, she thinks its fun to post videos of her teasing her brothers and the comments are like "WHY DID SHE JUST PICK UP DICK GRAYSON WITHOUT EVEN BREAKING A SWEAT WHAT"

Orphan: has a shared account with Batgirl, but she doesn't post on it, just sort of stands in the background as Steph makes funny videos.

Stephanie: enjoys posting videos pretending to be dating both Tim and Cass because she thinks its funny when the internet call her a gold digger and cheater. Bernard (after going public with Tim) occasionally fuels the fire by commenting "lmao get ur bag girl" under a video of her dragging Tim to a resturant

Batgirl: posts videos of her making fun of rogues, and on her shared account with Cass, just joins in on trends but obviously mixing it to fit her (aka: "when Batman lectures you for breaking a criminals leg but your literally just a teenage girl")

Timothy: like Bruce, he has two accounts. One is professional, with him promoting Wayne Enterprises products or whatever. Second one is full of him doing wild shit like skateboarding down the manor stairs or him trying to confuse Bruce with cringey slang. his most popular video though, is of him using the Nepo Baby sound by Fox SZN

Red Robin: posts slideshows of pictures of Gotham. All very aesthetic ones, of good architecture and people laughing together and shit. His bio is "showing you guy why I do what I do." His account is very artsy fartsy but he also was the first batfamily member to get verified

Duke: doesn't post, just likes videos.

Signal: posts videos of him trying to scare the other vigilantes, cuz, yknow, he can go invisible. tell me you wouldn't do that either if you could be invisible. exactly, you can't. He also makes videos about how hard it is to be a teen vigilante.

Damian: videos of his pets doing tricks. also regularly stitches Tim's videos and just deadass insults him. Tim always comments on his stitches with just a singular emoji because he found out it pisses Damian off more when he doesn't have a big reaction

Robin: posts about resources for gothamites. also has a shared account with Superboy (Jon) where they try and sneak up on both Superman and Batman. They have yet to succeed on either one.

[chukys-mouthguard]

What if?

Genre: fluff

Word count: 3,229 words

Featuring: matt rempe x female reader

Warnings: drunk guy being an asshole at the bar, aggressive/protective Matt

Note: okay, this is the first thing I’ve written in years, please be kind 😅 I just got a thing for this man now idk…feel free to send in some requests or let me know if you want more to this story? Not sure if it will be a one off or a little series

“Okay, how do I look?” You walk down the hall of your apartment, stopping to pose for Matt so he can give you his stamp of approval. He eyes you up and down, as if he is going to deliver some harsh critique. Your outfit is nothing crazy; jeans, a gray long sleeved bodysuit, black heeled boots, and a small cross body bag. With the New York City weather still chilly out, you figured it would keep you warm along with the alcohol you’d be consuming.

“Beautiful as always. But let’s try and keep the collecting of guys' phone numbers to a minimum tonight huh?” You laughed as you playfully smacked Matt’s arm. Making your way to the fridge to grab your High Noon you’d started sipping on before getting dressed. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous Matthew Rempe.” He shot you a cocky smirk as he leaned on the kitchen island next to you. “Me? Jealous? Never. Because I’m the one in your apartment and not them.” You rolled your eyes as you swallowed down the last bit of seltzer before unplugging your phone from the charger nearby. “Okay Mr. Chauffeur, let’s hit the road.”

You loved having Matt in NYC playing with the Rangers. The two of you had been best friends since you were teenagers, though you’d lost touch a bit once you moved to New York. Matt’s stint in Hartford allowed the chance to slowly reconnect, but having him now with the Rangers was even better. The two of you often spent nights at each other's apartments, going out to dinner, and of course you attended every home game you could to see Matt play.

You’d always had a soft spot for Matt. Sure he was a bit intimidating being practically 7 feet tall, his knuckles cut up or bruised half the time, and a black eye never seeming to catch you off guard anymore. But you’d gotten close enough to see the side of him most people don’t experience. Though you never imagined your relationship being anything more than what it was. Friends, and nothing more than that. But you couldn’t deny the way you had paid attention to how he’d grown into a man. He had outgrown his awkward phase, and you now looked at him and saw him as handsome, not cute or adorable like he was when you were growing up.

You constantly find yourself thinking, what if you weren’t just imagining things? When he spends the night and walks into your room wearing just a towel after a shower. The way he hugs you and lingers longer than just a friend would. The way he takes care of you when you’re drunk. Or nights like tonight, where he’s willing to stay up late to be your designated driver when he’s got an early morning skate and a big game tomorrow night.

Just one day, one day you’d love to kiss him and see what happens. Or flirt a little extra and see if he takes the bait. But you also don’t want to lose your best friend in the process, or be turned down and embarrassed for thinking he’d ever feel that way about you.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Matt asks as he puts a hand on the back of your seat as he looks over his shoulder, backing out of his parking space. It’s such a cliche action, but boy does he look good doing it, and your heart certainly skipped a beat.

“The typical routine. Start at Tucker’s. Then move on to 1989. Then finish-“ “At Coop’s?” Matt smirked as he looked out at the road. One hand on the wheel with the other resting on his thigh. He was literally in jeans and a hoodie yet somehow he looked just as good as he does in a suit on game day. “Either that means I go out too much, or you’re finally starting to pay attention when I tell you things.” “Definitely not paying attention, it’s you going out too much.” He laughed as you playfully punched his arm, pulling out your phone to text your friends that you were a few minutes away.

“So Cooper’s closes at 2:30, but I honestly don’t think I’ll last that long. Especially because someone has a big game tomorrow! And I wanna be well rested. So let’s plan for like 12:30/1? Is that okay?” You looked at Matt a bit apologetic, knowing he’d have to be up early for morning skate. But he was always adamant about driving you, no matter what time it was.

“Of course, you know I’ll be here no matter the time. I’ll plan to be at Coop’s around 12:45. I’ll come in to get you too, it’s gonna be cold and dark out. I don’t want you walking to find me.” You put a hand to his cheek as you make a joking pouty expression. “Aww, such a gentleman Matty.” He smiled at your touch, almost leaning into your hand as he looked back at you, “Anything for you. Now go on, I know the girls are waiting. Text me if you need anything, and I mean anything y/n. I’m not that far of a drive.” You let out a sigh as you undid your seatbelt, “Honestly Matt, nothing to worry about, I’ll be fine.” You blew him an air kiss as you exited the car, heading into the first bar of the night. Matt sat and watched you show your ID to the man at the door, waiting until he saw you get inside safely to drive away.

As promised, Matt arrived at Cooper's around 12:45. He was thankful that you and your friends chose to end your nights at a bar that wasn’t too crazy, but also not too crowded that he might be recognized. Just to be safe he threw on a hat to shield his face as much as he could, though the bar was so dark he doubted anyone would be able to make out his face in the crowd.

He handed his ID to the bouncer before making his way inside. He texted you a simple “I’m here”, you would know his typical meeting place and where to go. You were in the restroom when Matt texted, quickly replying “bathroom, be right out” before you sighed as you stared blankly at the wall. The line in the girls restroom always 100 times longer than it was for the guys.

Matt didn’t mind waiting, he checked some scores on his phone. Assuming that the line was long since girls love to use the buddy system when going to the bathroom. He scanned the crowd and enjoyed people watching, nodding his head and smiling softly as your friends gave him a wave from across the bar. He checked the time again, before glancing over towards the hallway to find you pushing past a crowd of girls to exit the restrooms. He chuckled to himself as he saw the frustration on your face, knowing you probably waited 20 minutes just to pee. He started to walk towards you but fell back as he noticed a guy stop you in your tracks.

“Can I help you?” You looked at the man a bit confused, you’d recognized him from the crowd of people, but hadn’t interacted with him much. He was out with a group of guys for someone’s birthday. You only knew that because they mentioned it to you and your friends at least 30 times. Definitely trying to help the birthday boy get laid. “I noticed you’d left your friends, I thought maybe my shot at getting to buy you a drink was gone.” You chuckled to yourself, why does this have to happen in front of Matthew?

“Oh, yeah, I’m actually on my way out. So, maybe another time. Sorry.” You try to excuse yourself but he moves with you, cutting you off. “Oh come on, one more drink isn’t gonna hurt anyone. Or if you want we could go somewhere else, just the two of us and get a drink.” He had a cocky grin on his face as you looked at him in disgust. He was clearly drunk, and wasn’t keen on taking no for an answer. You looked at Matt standing just a few feet away, a concerned look on his face as he wasn’t sure what was going on.

“Look, I’m not interested, okay?” He scoffed as he seemed to be a bit insulted by your comment. “Not interested, you and your friends were dancing right up against our group all night. I saw the way you were eyeing all of us guys, I’d say you were interested sweet heart.” You gagged at the smell of alcohol on his breath as he got closer to you. “Yeah news flash buddy, it’s a small fucking bar. My option was dancing right next to people or on the bar.”

As you tried walking past him to get to Matt, you felt a tight grip on your wrist pull you back, “That sounds hot, can you put on a show just for me?” His hands attempted to grab more than just your wrists but before you could react Matt was already stepping in, pulling the guy away from you and pinning him to the wall by the collar of his shirt. “Don’t you dare fucking touch her like that.”

You were a bit taken aback at the way Matt stepped in. Sure he’d protected you from dumb drunk guys before, but never like this. His jaw clenched as his grip tightened on the collar of the man’s shirt. “And what the fuck are you gonna do about it huh? What are you her little brother or something? Ain’t no way you’re banging a bitch like that.” Matt’s grip tightened on his collar as he pushed him harder into the wall, “what did you just call her?!” His voice louder, drawing a bit of attention, thankfully none yet from the bouncer.

“A bitch, and what are you gonna do about it?” The drunk dumbass laughed in Matt’s face and you knew this wouldn’t end well.

Before you could step in, Matt’s fist connected with the guy's jaw, causing him to stumble to the floor. Before pulling himself together and running off to the restroom.

“Fuck!”

Matt shook his hand as he winced, immediately realizing he fucked up but his anger got the best of him. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door. Thank god no one seemed to really notice the altercation that just took place.

The walk to the car was quiet as Matt was still fuming, you simply climbed into the passenger in silence. He gripped the steering wheel tight with his good hand as he peeled out of the parking lot. You sat next to him, studying his face to see when it might be a good time to say something. Blue and purple started to appear across the knuckles on the hand that threw the punch as he let out a large sigh.

“I’m sorry.”

You let out a soft laugh as you rested a hand on his thigh, softly holding his bruised hand, careful not to hurt him. “Sorry for what? You didn’t do anything wrong? You stepped in as I would’ve hoped you would the second that guy put his hands on me. Don’t be sorry for that!” He seemed to relax at your touch, so you kept your hand on his, slowly brushing your thumb over his skin to attempt to calm him down.

The rest of the car ride was quiet, the two of you heading back to Matt’s apartment since he had to be up early for practice. You kept your eyes on him, studying the look on his face, wishing you were in his head to know what the heck he was thinking. He took your hand in his as you two walked through the quiet parking garage, then headed up the elevator.

You knew your way around his place, first going to his room to grab an oversized t-shirt to throw on before heading to the bathroom to take off your makeup. Matt was sweet enough to go out and buy you your own toiletries to keep at his place. Including your makeup remover and even your 4 step skincare routine.

Matt came to join you in the bathroom as you brushed your teeth. He smiled at the sight of you as he leaned against the wall: your hair in a messy bun, his oversized Seattle Thunderbirds t shirt covering you up enough while still giving him a good view of your legs. “What?” You chuckled as you tried not to choke on the tooth paste threatening to fall from your lips. He just shook his head, “Just glad nothing bad happened to you tonight. I’m glad I was there.” He took your hand, his fingers fiddling with yours, “I just kept thinking what if i wasn’t there, I couldn’t handle it if anything would’ve happened.”

You looked at him in the mirror, relief and exhaustion covered his face. “I’m really glad you were there too, but I really hope we don’t end up with a possible scandal on our hands.” You started laughing as you exited the bathroom, Matthew following suit. “New York Rangers rookie Matthew Rempe gets in a bar fight over a girl.” You spoke in a sarcastic newscaster voice as you made your way to the freezer, grabbing a bag of frozen peas to tend to Matt’s fist bearing the proof of his heroic actions at the bar.

Matt chuckled along with you before wincing at the feeling of the cold bag on his hand, “If it happens, so be it, I was ready to knock that son of a bitch out after what he said to you.” You shot him a glare, “Matthew Rempe. Absolutely not, I am not worth you getting in trouble with the team because of a dumb bar fight.” He walked over to you, now the one shooting you a glare. His arms rested on either side of your waist as he gripped the edge of the counter. “Y/n, yes you fucking are.” You shot him a look as he swiftly picked you up and sat you on the island in front of him. A cocky grin coming across his face at how caught off guard you were, gripping his biceps tight as his hands now moved to rest on your thighs. “I’d fight 20 guys at the bar if they put their hands on you and said shit like that guy tonight.” His tone now more serious, his smirk fading as you two stared at one another for what seemed like an hour. The voice in your head screaming at you, this is your what if moment. Take it or leave it, but it may never come again. What if he’s trying to confess his feelings, what if he’s trying to make a move but he’s too scared. What if you just beat him to the punch. What if-

Before your brain could even rationalize a thought or an action, you felt Matt’s lips crash into yours. His hands cupping your face as yours snaked up his neck to grab a handful of his hair. The kiss like fireworks and a weight being lifted off your shoulders all at once. He began to smile into the kiss, before pulling away with a slight laugh.

“Oh yeah, that’s exactly what every girl wants. The guys she’s been dreaming of kissing to pull away laughing!” You rolled your eyes and frowned at him as a look of shock washed over his face. “Been dreaming of kissing huh??? I knew it!” You immediately turned red, covering your face with your hands, though Matt found it extremely cute.

His hands gripping your thighs before lifting you off the counter, “It’s okay, i get it. I’m sure there’s lots of girls out there who dream of kissing me.” “Matt! Shut up!” You laughed as he carried you down the hall into his room, tossing you on the bed while he finally changed out of his jeans and sweatshirt. “Hey, listen…if you’re interested, maybe we could work something out so that you can be the only girl who gets to kiss me from now on. How does that sound?”

You barely heard him, too busy staring as he stood in just his underwear in front of you. Your eyes tracing every detail of him before his laugh interrupted your thoughts. “Damn, one kiss and all of sudden you’re just head over heels huh?” You pull a pillow over your face out of embarrassment as you feel the bed sink beneath his weight. Matthew now hovering above you as he pulls the pillow away from your face.

He brushed some hair from your face as your fingers play with his chain hanging from his neck, “you really want to kiss me and only me from now on?” You blushed as he shook his head laughing at you, “of course you goof! That’s all I’ve wanted for like the last 5 years, probably even longer!” You felt yourself trying to fight a smile, though you were sure your cheeks were bright red, letting Matt know you liked his response.

He laid next to you as you continued to play with his chain, now resting on his chest. His thumb tracing circles on your thigh as you smiled like a dork to yourself, your heart bursting with excitement that all your what ifs had come true.

“So if I agree to this-“ you say up, trying to pull a serious face as you looked down at him. His hands still glued to your thighs, as if he couldn’t get enough of touching you now. “Do I get a cute custom Rempe jean jacket or something to wear to your games? Like I wanna be decked out and I want people to know that I'm the only girl you’re kissing from now on.” Matt rolled his eyes and laughed at your change of tone, as you babbled on and on about your ‘conditions’ should you agree to this. But he loved the thought of you in a Rempe jacket at his games, getting to see afterwards and kiss you like crazy after a big win, to have you be his biggest fan cheering him on every night. Even though you already were, now it would be more special.

“Listen.”

Matt cut you off as he pulled you into his lap, his hand pulling your face to his as he kissed you. This time the kiss was soft, as he took his time to really take in the feeling of finally getting to kiss you and be this close to you. “If you be my girlfriend, I’ll get you whatever jacket you want, I’ll get you the best seats at the Garden for my games, you name it. Just make me the happiest guy ever and be my girlfriend!” You laughed at how he begged like a little kid who couldn’t contain their excitement.

“Yes-“ you peppered his face with a hundred kisses, “Matthew Rempe, I would absolutely love to be your girlfriend.”

[brucewaynehater101]

Hello again I have an idea that might–i guess– interest you so here we go :))

I have this idea where Tim has a scythe in his Bō staff and everyone is just confused and concerned because he is starting to look like a grim reaper. Also the weapon + his fighting style is like a character named Arlecchino from genshin impact (if you play it), so he can do some cool poses and when he fights everyone sees that his fighting style look dangerous but elegant as he dances with his scythe while humming a tune which makes any rouges or enemies off guard by his calm demeanor (but they won't lie that Tim looks absolutely stunning with his staff/scythe that has some sort of black magic in it, idk).

Anyway— getting sidetracked, when Tim got asked by the Bats how he got it and he just said "I make this weapon all by myself without anyone helping me, so if you wanted this baby? Make it by yourself" he huffs while turning away with a proud look.

Also I think the JL will have these shocked faces as they look towards batman to gain some answers of how RR has a scythe and he just said "he was bored so he makes it by himself." And just like that every JL member started calling Tim "Reaper", which for Tim is weird and too dark.

But anywaysss, the YJ also have the same exact expression as the JL but they quickly brush it off and let Tim do his "Grim reaper" things. And they also would sometimes brag about their friend, Tim, that they have a cool leader who is graceful, amazing, sometimes annoying, smart— and yadda yadda, bcs who wouldn't want to brag that they have a fuckin Reaper as a Leader.

Idk if Tim actually has powers that actually take people's souls but the imagination is there :33

Ooh!!!! A retractable scythe in his Bō staff?

Okay! I treasure when the Bats have cryptic/eldritch rumors about them that they purposefully feed into.

Tim would make his humming into a warning when he's not actively fighting. For the situations that require it, he would throw his voice around the room as his hum rang out. Some goons, upon hearing the noise and knowing the rumors about the "reaper," would lay down their weapons, put their hands up, and slowly walk away. Whatever they are getting paid is not worth the chance of him taking their soul.

I'm not sure what ideas you had for the timeline of when he added the scythe. One route is that, after he trained with Shiva, Tim quickly stumbles upon this option (particularly if it's an added lesson from Shiva).

Here's what I'm thinking instead:

Red Robin was surrounded by assassins all alone until he befriended three of them. He already was breaking a ton of rules and crossing lines for his cause. Yet, he refrained from any that Bruce wouldn't forgive. There's always another option. Tim can figure out how to save the day without resorting to violence.

Under a blanket of stars as the sand shifted beneath his knees, Tim couldn't help but desire a blade. His staff, while it could be deadly, proved ineffective in his weakened state. There wasn't a way he could defeat his opponent. Tim was doomed to die and drag Pru down with him.

He was lucky to regain consciousness long enough to drag them to help, but Tim didn't like resorting to luck. He utilized plans and contingencies, not the whims of the universe. Life is unpredictable, but Tim could at least pretend he was prepared.

So, with LoA knowledge at his disposal, the teen learned how to sharpen his weapon. Tim crafted a tool that could easily kill. Upon its completion, he felt a small sense of that safety he had lacked since he was fourteen.

As fitting to a person so surrounded by death (his mom, dad, Darla, Bart, Kon, Z, Owens, Bruce), Tim fastened a scythe blade to his Bō staff.

When he returned, Gotham, the JL, and YJ learned of the "reaper." Tim is glad his friends accepted him readily.

Later, when Tim has settled into his new forms and fighting styles, he'll sneak on over to Drake Manor. In a basement filed with tomes, research papers, artifacts, and notes, the teen with etch symbols and words into the metal. It's another tool and hail mary he hopes to never use.

He's learned his lessons about instilling limits for the sake of others.

[sweetimpurity]

Hello what would be the type of Miguel physically and mentally ?

Hi anon! ☺️ now if I’m understanding this correctly, we’re talking about Miguel’s “type”

💕Keep in mind this is MY PERSONAL HC so if this doesn’t align with your own HC then that’s why! 💕 everyone is beautiful and Miguel loves you!!

So physically I like to imagine Miguel’s type being someone thicker all around, overall just a bigger person. Also bc he’s so big you’re gonna be small compared to him no matter what. Thick thighs, plush belly and love handles, just soft and squishy and beautiful! Our man Miguel wants something to hold on to y’know? And he’s so strong 200lbs is like a feather to him. He loves your round adorable cheeks and the crease where your fleshy thigh meets your hip.

He’d lift you up, carry you, throw you around and it would be no problem at all. Getting handsy he’d grab the backs of your thighs in his giant hands as you’re walking around. Slapping your ass and generally being annoying. That is, after he gets comfortable with you. Before you two get together, he’s Mr. Serious Guy. If he has feelings for you you’d never know it because he’s the master of ignoring his own feelings for the good of some ‘greater purpose’. He’d watch you around the Society and in his surveillance footage. Watching you squeeze into your spider suit and wishing he could claw at the love handles curving your sides. Getting in your spider pose he’d have to distract himself from looking at your bum in your suit >o<

And a height difference is a given! He’s taller than like most of the population so he’d most likely have a good 1-2 ft over you. He’d love sitting you up on the kitchen counter or onto his desk to be at eye level with him. But he’d love even more looking down at you whenever your pretty face graces his office.

Basically, he’d be obsessed with you and once he gets comfortable, he can’t get his hands off.

Mentally and emotionally Miguel goes for someone who can keep him grounded when he’s freaking out. (All the time) He’s got anxiety and ptsd so he needs you to give him reassurance even if he’s stubborn and refuses your help. And at this point in time he doesn’t have the capacity for little flings. If he’s going to pursue something with you, he needs to know it’s going to be real. And although he’s stubborn most of the time, he’s good at honestly stating what he needs from you. And you’d learn to do the same as well. So there’s no energy wasted or time spent mulling or worrying over things for no reason.

He’d also go for someone who reminds him of how he used to be before everything fell apart in his life. Someone who shares his sense of humor and someone who will encourage his laughter and smile. After all, being with you has brought his smile back.

[amorisastrum]

What if the Knox and Chris sub-plot had meaning?

WAIT NO GUYS IM SORRY PLEASE HEAR ME OUT I BEG PLE-

Okay I'm starting this post off by restating my downright hatred for Knox. I do not like his character, what he did was wrong, it's creepy and fucking disgusting. I will however like to talk about how his relationship with Chris could have potentially added to the story.

We all know (at least I hope) that practically everything in this film has meaning. I had spent ages wondering why they thought it was a good idea to include this frankly ridiculous sub plot to the story. And then I thought about it. Like really thought about it. I don't exactly remember what I was doing when I thought about it, but I do know that I had DPS playing in the background. (I initially thought about this on April 7th. It is May 29th when I am typing this up.)

So, here are all my reasons as to why I think they added the Knox and Chris sub-plot!

My first point is about this scene:

I believe that this line could be a form of foreshadowing. Yes, it is Knox being a dramatic and insufferable prick but it also feels like it could be more. Obviously it isn't Knox who dies in the end, but the idea of not being able to have something leading to suicide feels very important to the story.

Neil is unable to achieve a career in acting because of his father. As well as this, he is being taken away from his family. His real family. By not being able to have this thing that he so desperately wants, he feels like there is no other solution than death.

Knox says that if he can't have Chris he will kill himself, Neil has practically everything he loves stripped away from him- he cannot have it. So... He kills himself. There is a lot of foreshadowing in this film that hints to Neil's death at the end of the film and I do truly believe that this is a part of that foreshadowing.

My next point is that it is used as a form of contrast.

We see that Knox is extremely open about his attraction to Chris... In a multitude of ways, repeatedly throughout the film. Whether his actions that show his attraction are good or not is a different matter (Knox... God how I hate you.)

Arguably this is used as a juxtaposition. Knox (and Chris?) are relatively open about their attraction to one another- while Neil and Todd are very closed off about it. It is never explicitly stated that Neil and Todd like each other in that way, but through subtext it is heavily implied.

Why might this be? Well, considering the film is set in 1959, it could be because homosexuality simply wasn't legal at this point in time. Neil and Todd weren't allowed to be open about liking each other. Being open about it could put them in danger, they had no choice but to stay quiet.

However, as well as a contrast, it poses similarities between Knox and Chris and Neil and Todd. By setting up this contrast, it only brings to the surface some quite significant similarities.

Because let's be real.

How can THIS be a look of true love...

And THIS not be?

Or falling in love or admiring one's beauty or WHATEVER you want to call it. That's not the point. The point is, they're not that different.

You can see similarities between Knox's behaviour towards Chris and Todd's behaviour towards Neil (and vice versa). One of the main similarities is, well, how they look at one another. I personally don't see how the way Knox and Chris look at each other is true love but the way Todd and Neil look at one another is just... Them being roommates.

The juxtaposition between the two sets of people (I didn't know how else to say this) just doesn't seem accidental. The constant mention of Knox's feelings and love towards Chris just makes the way Neil and Todd interact more obviously... Romantic? Loving?

Their love is stated to allow the audience to see how similar they are to Todd and Neil, while still sticking to one of the key concepts of the film - conformity. Neil and Todd having to conform to societal standards, not being able to share their love for one another.

Knox's feelings for Chris are explicitly stated, repeatedly, because Todd's and Neil's can't. It makes it more noticeable. Neil and Todd's feelings can't really be stated due to the law. So they do it with Knox instead. The similarities can be seen throughout the film in how Knox treats Chris and how Neil and Todd treat one another.

Because again, how can Knox look at Chris like that and that show that he is in love, but Neil look at Todd like that and that just be... Them being friends?

The answer is, it can't. Not really.

Although Knox is a lot more explicit with his feelings towards Chris than the other two are with one another, the feelings they have are the same. Whether it is portrayed in the same way or not, it's love.

[nanomooselet]

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You know, it's odd...

We don't learn anything about these people. No names, nothing about their lives. They don't seem to exist as anything but environmental detail. Zazie, who only ever tells the truth, doesn't admit to having killed them when Vash asks directly.

Judging by the bullet wounds, it was Wolfwood who did it. Not the first he's killed, not the last, and certainly not the ones he'll lose sleep over. He's been doing this for a long time. It was just the latest job.

For the look of the thing, he'll give them a burial. Pay his respects.

Press F.

Killing his friends: a boy's favourite past-time.

Being pursued through an empty town by an unstoppable enemy that fixates only on a single target.

When Monev dies, in the score (Dud, 1:43) there's an oddly triumphant little fanfare.

"Why'd you shoot?"

"Mercy."

Speaking of fanfares... (Tell me this isn't a victory pose.)

"You only get one life." Unless you're Wolfwood. Because that's what these are. Extra lives. Take a mortal wound, then take one of these to continue.

Either he cheated, or he found a secret. Probably the latter.

These technicians are very conspicuous clones of the same model with very small alterations. Minor gradations in skin-tone, different hair styles... they're like dummies. They exist only to die messily for someone's satisfaction.

They're straw-men. They were set up to be knocked down.

Vash sneezes and alerts the guards in July. They have to wait for the timer to run out on the alert. Then they go through a sewer level.

Escort missions are always so frustrating. It's like the NPC is trying to die.

It's dangerous to go alone. Take this.

Dropping his inventory. Smokes. Extra ammo. Booze.

But someone pulled the nail. He knew what he was dealing with. Roberto's gone, but not forever. His spirit is free. He'll be around.

Knives spends all his time at a keyboard in the dark.

Isn't it time to face reality?

Vash had to position himself on the trapdoor to activate the cutscene. That does always look a bit stupid.

Meryl's the boss.

Protip: Even if they have godmode enabled, opponents can be stunlocked.

Like keep-away, Hot Potato is a fun game to play with family. The player holding the hot potato when time runs out is eliminated.

Destructible environments.

Stomp.

And appropriate theme music for a white-haired bishounen with a god complex.

Or a presence haunting the moon.

Or a false god of control.

All calamities from beyond, existing to recruit and assimilate. To colonise receptive environments. To spawn copies of themselves.

Fortunately things like this are beholden to extremely rigid sets of rules, and they're also very, very stupid. But you can't take them out with directionless violence. They're prepared for that. You've got to be tricky.

Better luck next time, Wolfwood. This time, he's only dressed up as the hero. In truth he's a moppet. An effigy to draw enemy attention and take the bullet while the real version gets ready to hit from an impossible direction.

This is a job for a trickster, not a punisher, or a sacrifice. He's been played for a fool.

[sansa286]

Political Reasons to Support Either Team (Season 2 Edition)

Let's say you're a Westerosi citizen, noble or smallfolk, and the Dance of the Dragons has started. We'll pick up right where season 1 ends and season 2 begins. This will focus solely on the political side of things and will not bring into account outside factors like character analysis; while yes, we the audience know Aemond killing Luke was an accident, the average person in Westeros does not, and likely never will. This is about what a Westerosi citizen might be thinking, not why an audience member might side with one team over the other. I put "Season 2 Edition" because this is bound to change as the series progresses and I may have to update as the war escalates.

We're going to start with Team Green as they currently hold King's Landing and, sanctioned or not, on purpose or not, with Luke's death, they're the one's who've officially called for war.

1.) Precedent is Maintained

With Aegon being named king, the precedent that men and boys come before women and girls in succession is maintained. Notice I said precedent and not law, as we've seen numerous times, including in the time period House of the Dragon takes place in, that notion can and does get challenged. But it's still something widely accepted. If you're a the first son, then you will more than likely be Team Green because if Rhaenyra takes the throne, then that means the older sister(s) you have could pose a real threat to what you believe is truly yours. So, in a way, not only is the precedent maintained, so is stability in the realm, as quarreling and attempted usurpations between sisters and brothers won't be normalized.

2.) Cultural Significance

While King's Landing is the capitol of Westeros, Oldtown is the largest city in and home to two of some of the most important cultural institutions in the country: the Faith of the Seven with the Starry Sept and the Citadel. Aegon is not only half-Hightower from his mother, the previous Queen Consort, but he also has a member of House Hightower as his Hand on his Small Council. House Hightower's support actually means a lot in this scenario because they themselves are one of the most influential houses in Westeros at this time. They're an ancient house, have maintained their status, respect, and wealth. They've also been involved with the royal family for some time. This connection to a cultural hub in Westeros will also impress the smallfolk, who may view Team Green as more "relatable" due to their Reach connections. Alicent donning Faith of the Seven jewelry and placing symbols of it throughout the castle is not just simply a show of faith, but also a way to signal to the other lords and ladies "hey, I'm like you."

3.) Well-Seasoned Politicians

The people that currently sit on Aegon's council are mostly well-seasoned and well-known politicians who've helped Viserys rule over a relatively peaceful period in Westeros; these familiar faces will be seen as a symbol for the continued prosperity Westeros can have under Aegon as he is surrounded by good advisors. In contrast to Rhaenyra, who will probably not keep her father's old Small Council (as they plotted her downfall for a decade plus) and thus things will be unsure, however, you can rest assured Daemon will surely be sitting at that table. From a nobleman standpoint this will make you uneasy, as you don't trust Daemon, who's made it a point to make a lot of enemies.

Now let's move on to Team Black, who currently have the ball in their court.

1.) Active and Experienced Leader

Rhaenyra sat on her father's Small Council for over a decade and ruled Dragonstone, the seat of the heir, for about six years with virtually no hiccups. And in that time, she birthed several children. Simply put: she's shown her dedication to the craft of learning to rule and engaging with it. Aegon does not have that reputation at all. Rhaenyra had rumors surrounding the paternity of her children, but to someone who values good leadership from the person in charge and not just their Small Council, Rhaenyra is clearly the way to go.

2.) Male Primogeniture Has Run Its Course (into the ground)

Say you're one of the several women in Westeros who currently holds a land and title, and you're sick of being challenged by your male family members, some being quite obscure, for your birthright. Say you're a lord with only daughters and would like your house to continue through one of them over your brother, nephew or cousin without any detractors or the potential of one of your daughters getting attacked once you've died. Perhaps you have really a crappy son(s) and a well-rounded older daughter(s) who show better potential for ruling well and you'd just simply prefer absolute primogeniture for the sake of your house. While there is no guarantee that Rhaenyra will implement this policy universally, if you try to go against the grain and name a woman or girl as your heir, you will have a reference point from the highest seat of power in the country.

3.) Respecting Wishes

Let's be honest: no one has an actual reason to believe Alicent when she said Viserys wanted Aegon to be the heir right before he died. While she definitely believes that, and while the audience knows that Viserys never intended for Aegon to be king, even in context, it sounds like a lie and no one, not even people on Team Green, believe her. If people playing on her team don't believe her, why would anyone else? For over twenty years, Viserys maintained that he wanted Rhaenyra as his heir, never waivered, and had witnesses both in the court session and at the following dinner affirm his decision to keep her as his heir. Put it simply: if you're someone with any sort of power, this would be quite concerning. If the king cannot have his wishes honored even in death, then what's stopping someone from doing the same to you?

BONUS: Neither/Both

If you're a member of the smallfolk, you'll be screwed over by war regardless of who wins. Crops will get burned, towns raided, family murdered and assaulted etc... The succession aspect doesn't matter to you, because you nor your family will ever have an ancestral seat, so what do you care? Hoping for a peaceful resolution between the family or not giving a damn about either is a more than sensible stance to take.

If you're a member of the nobility, playing it safe by waiting out the war and accepting whoever wins or only claiming a side when there's a clear winner is also a viable option. You nor any of your family or armies have to risk their lives in battle, and you'll keep your land. But, you might get a reputation for being a fence-sitter and get perpetually side-eyed by whoever the ruling monarch ends up being.

[1-xo-xo-xo-7]

[It was a slow day for Gotham's vigilantes, surprisingly. So Batman made a decision to do a little bonding activity with his oldest and youngest son : Drawing.]

[Except...]

Nightwing : [Was subjected to a 30 minutes-worth of 'Don't move!' and 'If I see any movement, or even a miniscule amount such as blinking, I will reign hell upon you.']

Baby Bat, I sat here and posed, for like, 10 minutes. Let me see your finished product.

Robin : I... [Hesitation was clear on his features, but unable to say anything as he did feel a need to be responsible for his own drawing... and for his earlier behavior]

There.

Nightwing :...

Batman :...Pffft- [Immediately got shoved by Nightwing]

Nightwing : IS THAT ME?! [Trying, very desperately, not to laugh]

Robin : [Is annoyed and embarrassed, now covering his drawing back up and silently sulks]

Nightwing:[He snatches it back in a hurry] No- No! It's nice!

Nightwing : [In a quivering voice] It's so nice!

Batman : KEUKH-! Ehemn.

Nightwing : [Turns to Batman who was shaking in laughter, annoyed]

Nightwing : [But returns his attention to his Robin, smiling in happiness] I've never looked better! *LIE.*

Nightwing : [Trying TO NOT be a douchebag, like someone behind him] Ooohhh, where were you? Pft- were you when it was time for senior photos?

Robin : [Scowling] Nightwing, I do not appreciate your sarcasm. It does not look good-

Nightwing : It. Is. FAN-TAS-TIC!

Nightwing : [Is motioning to his domino mask, looking like it was scribbled on by a baby using its mouth] Oh my goodness- WHAT'S THAT? IS THAT HYPERPIGMENTATION?

[A very loud choking noise was heard]

Robin : [Unimpressed by Nightwing's need to be enthusiastic about something so incorrigible-looking all because it was made by him, Damian wants to set himself on fire]

Nightwing : [Noticing his Baby Bat's embarrassment, smiling softly] You know what? I've never seen anything like... THIS -before. I just want you to keep it up. Keep it up!

Robin : ... Then why was Father laughing?

[A distinct coughing noise, similar to an old man with years of smoking coughing at his deathbed]

Nightwing : Your Father doesn't know what he's doing!

Nightwing : That's how- That's how you say it's a good drawing in Bat! [He wants to cry from wanting to laugh so hard but he can't do something so heinous to his Baby Bat, unlike a certain someone ¬_¬]

This was Damian's villain origin story to become an art kid in his later years.

This was from a TikTok video, I just addressed some creative liberties to better fit all characters, and maybe add some crack.^^

This was also a bit more feely-feely because I can't help but to add emotions to my shit, and also because I just read a fic where Dick is Damian's biological father. 🥺

So, it's really a ride. ^^

[themonotonysyndrome]

Mating Dance

Fic is based on this TikTok video.

Summary: Bright Eyes can't sleep and thus, makes it Vincent and Lovely problem.

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It's a beautiful evening and at long last, Vincent and his Lovely are settling in for bed in their brand new house.

Dinner was most excellent - perfectly cooked wagyu steaks prepared by Vincent that's paired with a glass of blood from a content 40-year-old. Lovely's favourite type. Their lover boy does so love spoiling them and they sure do love counting their blessing...

And reward said lover boy. But that's a story for another beautiful evening.

After the couple is all snug in bed tonight and Lovely is warm in Vincent's embrace, the Vampires suddenly hear a voice outside the master bedroom.

"I need to practice my dance for the ladies... I need to do my warm ups."

The couple freezes for a split second before -

"1...2...3..."

Lovely slowly tilt their chin up to look at their boyfriend. "Wait. Is that - "

Before Vincent could even open his mouth, that familiar voice became louder.

"1... 2... & 1... 2... hooooooooooold."

Then, absolute silence. Despite being a pair of undead, Vincent and Lovely held their breaths.

And then -

"Ladiiiiiiies! Hello! I see you looking for... a MALE!"

"I'm gonna tie that brat up and throw them in our store room." Vincent curses and immediately launches himself out of the bed. He then stomps to the window, leaving Lovely cackling.

The window shoves open. Vincent thrust his head outside to see Bright Eyes below, in their backyard, wearing pajamas which essentially comprise of Frederick's D.A.M.N hoodie, worn-out underwear AND NOTHING ELSE. NOT EVEN A PAIR OF SHOES. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THEM!?

"Bright! We are trying to sleep here!" Vincent howls just like Asher when he stubs his toe in wolf form with bits of cake all over his face. That's also a story for another beautiful evening. One with lots of alcohol needed.

"It is I!" Bright Eyes proclaimed with spread arms and uh, spread legs. Lovely gives them 7 out of 10 for their pose. Yeah, they couldn't deny their curiosity any longer and squeeze beside Vincent at the window to see the show.

"Oh, wow." Lovely giggles and clap their hands in applause.

"Don't entertain them, Lovely." Vincent whines; a headache is already pounding in his head. "That's how they keep coming back."

Merciless to his plight, Bright Eyes continues with their mating dance.

"I am... ADEQUAAAAAAATE."

"Interesting... interesting words there."

"And most likelyyyyyy... FERTILE!"

"Just what the ladies want."

"I have my own place and I keep it... TIIIDYYYYY!"

"You can't evict Sam from his own house, Bright!" Vincent hollers, forgetting that all 3 of them are Vampires with superhuman hearing. It's a good thing that they don't have any neighbours, or someone would've already called the cops. "Frederick would cry if he finds Sam tied up in Darlin' truck again!"

"I can't sleep!" Bright Eyes just screams in reply. "And that wasn't me this time!"

"Oh my god. I can't - I seriously can't deal with this, Lovely. I just want to go to bed." Vincent laments, trying and failing to massage the headache away. Do Sam and Frederick even know that Bright's here? Is it worth the effort to call them? Would they even pick up their phones?

Lovely just nudges their elbow lightly to his side. Their lips tug into a sweet smile. "C'mon, Vince. Are you seriously not gonna accept Bright's mating dance? Adequate. Fertile. A place of their own? I'm charmed!"

Poor Vincent looks like he's constipating. So Lovely takes over.

"Bright, honey, your insomnia acting up again?"

"I do not care who is gangstalking me. I will NOT take my meds!"

Lovely snorts while Vincent groans into his hands. "I take that as a yes. Do you want to sleep with us tonight?"

Bright Eyes pause to think the offer seriously. "Yeah, it's better than watching those dancing fruit videos and listen to Tinnitus National Anthem. I got that dog in me that Sam is trying to euthanize. It's getting old!"

"I don't even know what that means!" Vincent snaps. Still, he turns around to prepare some extra pillows, toiletries, and, most importantly, slippers.

Now it's Lovely's turn to coax Bright Eyes inside like a civilised being rather than through the window like a cat.

"What hate crimes that stairs committed?" Bright Eyes ask as they scowl at the smooth wall outside of the house. "Where the drain pipe? OSHA is gonna have an aneurysm."

"That's because the stairs are inside of the house, Bright." Lovely teases. "C'mon, through the front door we go."

Bright Eyes just grumbled but did as told.

The moment they entered the house, they screamed as Vincent carried them into his arms and ran to the bathroom so he could wash them. Like hell would he let their biblically accurate feet into his new floor and bed. Once clean and in Lovely's spare pajamas (Vincent is seriously contemplating burning Bright's underwear), it's Lovely's turn to carry a surly Bright into their bed.

"You need anything? Plushie? Softer pillows? Screaming Victorian landlords ambience with sounds of revolution for sleeping, relaxing and studying background?" Lovely cheerfully asks, busy tucking Bright in between them and Vincent. Impromptu sleepovers are so much fun!

"I need - "

"Here, have this McDonald Happy Meal toy that I got when I was 12." Vincent interrupts and attacks Bright with a cheap plastic toy called Shadow the Hedgehog. They squawked unattractively when it landed on their face.

The trio settled down, and the evening quieted down once more. Lovely and Vincent made sure to only fall asleep once Bright drifted off to the realm of dreams and Fortnite dancers. Warm and safe between those who only want them to be happy, whether Bright realises or not.

"Rest easy, Bright Eyes..."

[jazeswhbhaven]

We outside with a Bad Boy~ (Satan Attacker Prologue Part II)

P A U S E

if you're seeing this first, check out Part I here ->

If you already checked it out, then let's continueeeee

So we left off on Beel trying to take MC away before shit went down in Satan's office. So here we have Levi trying to guilt trip them into going with him (thanks Levi)

And then we have Mammon who's just trying to have a relaxing spa day (in boiling gold....Mammon...please think about how human bodies and skin work against a temperature so high where gold can be boiled please babes)

So because MC can't make a choice at the moment, all three kings are growling at each other (i'd be melting to be honest because yes fight over me) and then there's something strange? another noise? huh?????

HE WHAT

So we have Satan busting inside his office, slamming the kings into the wall, and doing that ever so famous Akira motorcyle pose to come whisk MC away from the scene.

And idk about ya'll but even though I was having a time watching those three fight over MC, I was rooting for Satan being able to take them away because I mean...presentation. He showed up like the badass he is AND on a motorbike he tinkers and fixes up himself?

handy. hot. fast. amazing hair.

let's motherfucking go bby.

So we begin the chase....and from this screenshot alone, I'm pretty sure he's done something similar before where he's had to run away from them at some point. Probably when they were kids and playing tag.

SO they do come after MC and Satan. Mammon using his gigantic hands and Levi's monster tentacle things that he summons from his coffin. (iirc from his event that monster is called Leviathan and Levi just adopted the name because he doesn't actually have a real name just a number he was given at the devil camps)

So let me get this straight for a moment.

The nobles and other subjects that help in the palace were just getting done fixing up the place and here comes these two crashing and bashing things up again.

I'd be pi s s s s e d as a citizen who just finished fixing up my driveway/house and it gets fucked up again. It reminds me of Gotham city. Like what insurance will cover this? (lmao)

So Beel is also chasing us with his swarm of flies. Satan isn't worried about this nor was he worried about Levi or Mammon, calling them slow for how large they are and himself quick and nimble because of how 'small' he is compared to them.

And it clears because he maneuvers through those skinny-ass alleyways of Gehenna quite easily, and it's unfamiliar stuff for the other kings so ofc they can't really catch Satan on his own stomping grounds.

But full stop before I continue.

Have ya'll noticed that Satan embodies street punk, bad boy could be in a biker gang or part of the yakuza but lives in a quaint European town like Gehenna with Victorian meets Balenciaga (cause of the Gucci/Loui V boots) dressed nobles? Like...I feel Gehenna should have been reminiscent of a place like Cyberpunk 2077 or like that city in Gantz.0 or just anything city wise with lots of rainy days and cyberwave music.

So back to our story because I had to stop and think about some wishful stuff for Satan lmao

SOOO he ended up killing Beel's flies because he knew the exact time that a restaurant throws out their hot boiling pots of water for this weird red corn with teeth that Belial eats a lot (gawd I'd starve in Hell nothing is normal for me to eat lmao)

And he zoom zoom zooms to different part of the city

NOW HERE IS WHERE IT GETS HOT FOR ME

Sometimes I keep forgetting that I like certain elements of Satan. That he has qualities that I thirst for in theory for a partner that I know I don't want irl because the moment they even do it I'd dry up like a desert.

But when Satan does it? Floodgates.

So we're in an alleyway of just an area that looks nothing like the rest of Gehenna (peep the background it looks like a downtown area unless Europe is like that, idk I've never been outside the states with my broke ass, I just recently got my passport like a couple years ago T^T)

And MC is talking loud as per usual, and Satan is like "shhh" lmao

the reason being is because he's trying to make sure that he got away from everyone, and since all they hear are just random citizens in suits walking around, that means the coast is clear for now.

also, he's heated up? oh you know what that means

Okay I take back my prior statement about the background, I couldn't see the transition to the city area MY BAD FOLKS

anyways Satan's got us all pushed up on the wall, MC describing how they haven't seen him in a while so everything is like new, like how they first met, and that he may be smaller than the other kings, but he's larger than MC (lets me know that MC is probably at best 5ft 5 or 5 ft 6)

Also...grabbing MC by the scruff of their neck? HELLO?

Now see...he would of had me right there. I'd be a trembling mess because don't tell me that while we're outside? You need to?

Mean you are horny as fuck right now and you need to take me to pound town? AFTER SAYING ONLY HE CAN TAKE US ANYWHERE FUCHOSUJNCOJOKLSNLJKNFLKJ

Look at the pan out on the first screenshot, I'm crying...his horns make up most of his height and that will always amuse the fuck out of me.

Also MC brought up that his body is hard, like he's made of condensed muscle and I'm like oh you know when people draw on large canvases and shrink it down and the image because sharper?

(I know weird analogy but work with me)

that pink CAWK could reach anywhere as far as I'm concerned

oh I jumped the gun earlier...this is when he says he can take you anywhere lololol

but yeah that would send me to the heavens, i'd be begging for him to fuck me at this point like take me ANYWHERE SATAN like I know you will, because yeah.

^^^ me with that d i c k

ANYWAYS LOLOL I'm so unserious ya'll i'm sorry

But that ends the prologue. I DO plan on summarizing the rest of this story btw but I have to figure out how I want to do it because it's mostly just smut stuff lmao and I have to choose the screenshots carefully cause his dick is out in most of it and tumblr is NO NO with that.

As my closing statement there was a time where MC was just like "I wish there were three of me so I could go with all of them" and I'm just thinking to myself....

Beel would be interested in helping you tackle that, MC...and then Levi would probably be like "Yeah if I hack you into pieces for not coming with me" and Mammon is just like "Three of you? All for me??? :D"

It would be so silly.

but as usual, thank you for stopping by and reading my react rambles. It's always a pleasure and I appreciate you all <3

Stay tuned for more react posts because I'm on a role today~ so you will be bombared.

your lovely admin- \(♡´౪<♡)/

[internetgiraffekid1673]

I spent the entirety of this week reading BatFam comics and it DID NOT help the brainrot go away. I’ll make an extended rambling post about it later, but for now that means it’s time for Robin #2! Have some Red Hood! No, I didn’t read any Red Hood stuff, I just have an order in my head for how I’m drawing these idiots!

Initial traces with half-baked backdrop! Sooooo, Jason has two commonly used costumes, and I think it kinda just depends on the writer which one he gets (someone tell me if there is any rhyme or reason to which one is used). And sometimes they even mix and match like giving him the full helmet, but short sleeves and a vest. I couldn’t decide which one I liked better till I drew them a couple times, so you get both! On the one hand, I really like costume number #2, since it actually HAS a Red Hood and it allows for more expressiveness in his face. But, on the other hand I also really like the long sleeves and the biker jacket look, and it makes more sense practically to wear a full headed helmet.

Make it a chibi! Here, I do any remaining stylization by using my trace as a reference for a free handed drawing. For my style, that means make them chibi and make them precious. I don’t care if he’s an angry murderer, he is also a cute baby because that’s just how I draw. This is also when I really got a feel for what it’s like to draw each costume. By the time I was done, I had made a decision.

Characterization pose! Yup, I went with Biker Red Hood. I’m a real sucker for superhero costumes that are actually just really iconic plainclothes, so a really cool custom bike helmet, cargo pants, and a leather jacket are my vibe! I might still oscillate between the two in future drawings depending on what I need for that specific one, but anything with, like, a continuity will use this Red Hood. Like in the Nightwing post, the Red Hood text is traced.

A quick note about the scars: I know Jason got dumped in the Lazarus pit, but I think even before he accumulated a billion new scars by hanging out in the League of Assassins and then being a mob boss, it probably didn’t have enough time or juice to fix his old injuries. Too much power went to fixing his brain and all the injuries accrued from clawing out of his own grave and then bumming it on the streets of Gotham. I specifically included some head trauma from Crowbar and the Batarang scar from the incident in Under The Red Hood which still haven’t read and probably won’t get to for a while. I am also an advocate for the autopsy scar if I ever draw him with that much chest showing.

Finally, I mentioned in the tags for the last post that I colored Dick a little more brown because he is Romani, and that my Jason and my Damian are also not white. I head-cannon Jason as either half Latino or half Brazilian, and I tried to reflect that here.

[girlactionfigure]

🔘 Wed morning  - ISRAEL REALTIME - Connecting to Israel in Realtime

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🟨 Many people immediately asked for evidence the Rafah attack reports were false, which the IDF provided definitively around 12 hours later.  And people asked: how did we know basically immediately?

- - if Hamas is publicizing it, it’s a lie.  They literally have created an industry with cameramen, lighting, professional horror makeup people, etc.  Yesterday’s CNN headline picture was obviously posed, with makeup on the mourning people.

- - when the figures change every hour or every report, it’s a lie.  You can tell their PR people are throwing out numbers until they see what gets accepted.

- - when the details don’t make sense, it’s likely a lie.

BUT, the reporters and then the public absorbs THE FIRST INFO - no matter how ridiculous.  We applaud those fighting the good fight with information, it’s always too late.  As from the next item below, we have world policy being made on the basis of the lie.  

One response I have heard is to immediately emphasize and reflect, which might force people to think a bit, like this: “I heard the Israelis bombed 50 innocent people!”… “Really?  I heard they bombed 5 million innocent children holding build-a-bears! And I saw a picture!  Nice bears though. And beautiful outfits on the children, wonder where you can buy them?”  

.. And they try again: Arab channels are reporting about 21 dead in an attack by an Israeli warplane on the tent area in Mawasi of Rafah in the southern Gaza Strip.  No documentation, no pictures, but watch for the Al Jazeera and CNN headlines.  IDF: no such attack.

Regarding the original, here’s it all in a nice video: https://x.com/AbuAliEnglishB1/status/1795504079491272925?t=BI4qgX821mbOTPwS2JaNOw&s=19

▪️ALGERIA AND SOUTH AFRICA TO REQUEST UN SEC COUNCIL RESOLUTION RE: RAFAH.  

▪️CROSS GREEN LINE SHOOTING - TULKARM to BAT HEFER.. masked terrorists identified with Hamas were seen shooting at Bat Hefer from the Tulkarm border wall, and yesterday there was an infiltration team that cross the wall and was captured. Also noting that Route 6 follows directly along part of the wall, putting both the towns and the major Israel traffic route at risk. (N12)

"Vengeance and Liberation Youth" Battalion take responsibility for shooting at Bat Hefer.

▪️PM ORDERS HALT ON “SETTLEMENT” HOUSE DESTRUCTION, DEFENSE DEPT DOES IT ANYWAY.. Despite Prime Minister Netanyahu's order not to destroy houses belonging to reservists during wartime - security forces destroyed this morning near the settlement of Adam a house of a soldier who is in the reserves. The Prime Minister's Office stated that his directive is still in effect. 

▪️CHINA REQUESTS HOUTHIS STOP SHIP ATTACKS, HOUTHIS SAY NO.. there was a meeting of the Chinese Foreign Minister in Yemen with senior officials in Yemen to stop the Houthi attacks in the Red and Arabian seas.  The answer: no.

🔘 Wed morning  - ISRAEL REALTIME - Connecting to Israel in Realtime

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▪️3 HERO SOLDIERS HAVE FALLEN.. (not from our regular source, so I’m less sure of this)  Paratroopers Brigade 50, Amir Glilov, Uri Bar Or, Udi Ofer.  (No ages or locations in the notice).  May their families be comforted among the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem, and may G-d avenge their blood.

▪️ECONOMY - INTEREST RATES.. Bank of Israel leaves the interest rate unchanged at 4.5%; The prime interest rate - 6%.  The dollar-shekel rate stays steady on the news at $1 = NIS 3.69

▪️SCAM / HACK WARNING.. People are receiving an incoming call from a confidential number, the speaker identifies as a representative of the police cyber team OR the national HQ for the protection of children OR the police info center, and requests that they provide a code received in an SMS message.

The code they ask for is the WhatsApp activation code, and will allow the hacker to take control of your WhatsApp.

NOBODY official will call you and ask for any SMS codes, EVER.  It’s a scam!

Hack attempts can be reported to the cyber center -> dial 119.

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Hi! can you do request of Tf Crossover of these Buddies And also them meeting each other?

Ophelia (TFP Megatron's daughter w/ the opposite personality), Ironhold (G1 Megatron's kid), and Fearless Buddy

The children finally meet! Interdimensional space siblings!

Hope you enjoy!

Fearless Buddy meeting Ophelia and Ironhold

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Slight romance (for corresponding Conjunxes), Human reader, Cybertronian reader

G1/MTMTE/Rid 2015

Au no one knows each other.

Fearless was minding their own business in the poetry club room when everything happened.

Well, that’s what they called it anyways.

They were waiting for Megatron to be done with his latest class and was running late. Probably trying to explain Riptide what he did wrong on his test again when portal appeared on the wall next to them.

Fearless grabbing the desk with a death grip.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I JUST GOT BACK FROM A TRIP!”--Fearless

Out pops two bots when the portal closes.

One is clearly a minibot who was rubbing her helm after landing on her face.

The other taller bot had landed much more gracefully on their pedes in a superhero pose.

Fearless looks at the pair confused, they could see the others were just as confused.

The tallest bot walked over to the human and picked them up.

“Human, where am I? I promise nothing will happen to you if you tell me the location of this… are we in a ship!?”—Tall one

Fearless eyes go wide when they see the Decepticon insignia on their chassis.

The minibot also sees this.

“Hey! Put the human down!”—Small one

“I assusre you two nothing bad will happen when Megatron—”—Tall one

“Megatron?!”—Small one

“Why would Megs—”--Fearless

“Megs?!”—Tall and Small one

“Okay… I think I know what’s going on. You, the tall one, put me down on the desk first.”--Fearless

The taller bot gently puts them down.

Fearless dust themselves and looks at the pair.

“Now, golden question. Is the war still going on?”--Fearless

“Of course, the war is still going—”—Tall one

“Of course, the war just ended—”—Small one

The two Cybertronains look at each other shocked.

“There it is. You two are from another dimension. The war has been over for a bit here.”--Fearless

The tallest is still processing it.

“It’s over… its finally over? Here?”—Tall one

They sit down in one of the chairs while the minibot pats their leg.

“It has been since Megatron renounced Decepticonism and became and Autobot—”--Fearless

“FATHER’S WHAT?!”—Tall and Small one

All three look at each other in shock.

“Megatron’s your father?”—Small one

They nod.

“And he is yours as well?”--Ironhold

“Same here!”--Fearless

Fearless breaks into a wide smile.

“Do you know what this means!?”--Fearless

“Umm—”—Tall one

“I got interdimensional siblings! Wait—what are you guys’ names anyways? I’m Fearless!”--Fearless

“That’s a human name I haven’t heard of.”—Small one

“It’s not my Earth name, Whirl picked it. He said it fit better and its just stuck since then.”--Fearless

“I’m Ophelia.”--Ophelia

“I like that name.”--Fearless

“I am Ironhold. Going back to my previous question Fearless, where are we?”--Ironhold

“We’re on the Lost Light on a quest to find the Knights of Cybertron. Rodimus knows more about the details than I do—”--Drift

“Rodimus? I haven’t heard a name like that?”—Ironhold

“Me neither.”--Ophelia

“Rodimus? Like Rodimus Prime—”--Fearless

“PRIME! What happened to Optimus?!”--Ironhold

“Oh, this is going to take a bit…”--Fearless

After a bit of talking and explaining briefly about their universe, Fearless wants the others to meet Megatron.

Ironhold and Fearless were a bit confused on why Ophelia didn’t like the idea too much.

She briefly explained her Megatron and what he had done to her in the past.

Ophelia is now slightly regretting telling her new siblings about her Megatron.

Ironhold has a steely gaze with their servos in fists.

Fearless looks like they are going to offline someone with a paperclip.

But Fearless reassures the pair, mainly Ophelia, that this Megatron was going through his redemption and was a nice bot.

Anyways they promised they would jump Megatron with their Amica before any damage came to her.

The trio walked out of the classroom and followed the human to the bridge using one of the longer ways.

Everything was going well until someone nearly ran over Fearless in their speeding alt mode.

They would have been hit if Ironhold hadn’t scooped them and Ophelia up and jumped over the speedster.

Fearless grasping their digit and heart.

“You sure… know how to make a save Hold’s.”--Fearless

“I’ve had practice with my Conjunx. He always gets into trouble, and I usually have to get him out of it.”--Ironhold

Ophelia and Fearless perk.

“You have a Conjunx too! I have one as well.”--Opehlia

Ironhold smiles continuing the walk.

Fearless grumbles a bit.

“How come the youngest gets married and I don’t even have a significant other yet...”—Fearless

“You do know I’m older than you by thousands of years, right? If anything you’re the youngest.”--Ophelia

Fearless points at Ironhold.

“Ironhold is the oldest, I’m the middle child and you’re the baby.”--Fearless

“That doesn’t seem—”--Ophelia

“I don’t make the rules that’s just how it is.”--Fearless

“But that—”--Ophelia

“Hush, the eldest speaks.”--Ironhold

“You too Ironhold?”--Ophelia

Ironhold just smirks and continues the journey.

Surprisingly not many bots reacted to Ironhold holding Fearless and Ophelia.

 Probably because Fearless and Ophelia were covering their Decepticon insignias.

They finally reached the bridge.

Rodimus, Megatron and Ultra Magnus were there talking about something.

Fearless let out a whistle catching the three bots attention.

“Fearless what are—Who are you two?”--Megatron

Ophelia’s grip on Ironhold tightens a bit as Ironhold realizes that this Megatron was bigger than theirs.

They were practically looking optic to optic.

“They’re my interdimensional siblings! You got more kids out there Megs!”—Fearless

“I have wait?”--Megatron

Megatron freezes hearing this.

Rodimus takes a bit to understand this and lets out a bit of a laugh at his Co-captain’s expense.

Magnus is wondering what to write up Brainstorm for this time.

Ironhold straightens up a bit when Megatron comes closer.

The former Warlord notices the Decepticon insignia on their chassis.

“… The war is still going on in my dimension sir. But I have no intention of hurting the humans.”--Ironhold

“… The war just finished not too long ago.”--Ophelia

Rodimus seeing Fearless’s face of ‘Roddy distraction! Please!’ swoops in.

“How about we talk this over at Swerve and a cube of engex?”--Rodimus

“Rodimus that is not—”--Magnus

Magnus spots Fearless’s pleading look and gives in.

“Also, no engex for the youngest here.”--Fearless

“Fearless!”--Ophelia

There is understandable a crowd around the newcomers when they enter Swerve’s.

Ironhold and Ophelia were floored with the amount of energon and engex available and not rationed out.

The pair answered the questions best they could while downing the energon after Ratchet made sure they could.

The crew was surprised to see that Megatron had two other kids in different dimensions.

They especially couldn’t believe that Ophelia was his kid.

Speaking of Ophelia, when her past was brought up, both Ironhold and Fearless told her that she didn’t need to tell if she didn’t feel comfortable. She told them either way.

The army of the ‘Ophelia protection Squad’ had grown in numbers that day.

Megatron gave his personal apology for his counterpart’s actions.

Ophelia told him it wasn’t necessary seeing that he was a greater mech than her Megatron would ever be at this point.

They were happy to hear about her being newly Conjunxed and happy to a mech that she had known for a while.

“Wait, his name is really Steve?”--Fearless

“Yes.”--Ophelia

She had a warm smile saying his name.

Fearless turns to Ironhold finishing their 10th cube.

“Didn’t you say you also had a spouse? Who are they?”--Fearless

For the first time since they had gotten on the ship, Ironhold looked a bit bashful.

Fearless nudges them a bit.

“Ooohhh! I bet it’s someone we know! Is it someone here?”--Fearless

“No… but a can bet a good portion of the bots here know who he is…”--Ironhold

“The suspense is killing me!”--Whirl

“Whirl!”--Fearless

“Spill the beans as the humans say!”--Whirl

Ironhold shyly looks down.

“…Its Rumble.”--Ironhold

Silence.

Ravage appears out of nowhere startling the bot.

“Ravage? You’re here too?”--Ironhold

“Your Conjunxed to Rumble? Did you hit your helm before making that decision?”--Ravage

“You know… you, Frenzy, Megatron, Starscream, and almost everyone told me the same thing. But no, we decided to do it a year ago and we’ve been happy ever since.”--Ironhold

Megatron in the meantime is happy to hear that his interdimensional kids have wonderful Conjunxes, well at least having a good relationship. Then he looks over at Fearless who is intently listening to their siblings’ lives.

Fearless look at him.

“Megs? You, okay?”--Fearless

“… You don’t happen to find someone on board of… particular interest, right?”—Megatron

Fearless nearly spits out their drink.

“Megatron!”--Fearless

“I’m just saying—”--Megatron

“Fearless has the hots for someone?!”--Whirl

“Whirl no!”--Fearless

“Whirl yes! Who is it? They’ll have to win me in a duel for your hand.”--Whirl

“Whirl this isn’t the olden days. Wait where did you even hear that from?”--Fearless

“You don’t need to know.”--Whirl

“I feel like I should.”--Fearless

Sooner than anyone would like, the portal comes back.

Fearless instructs the pair to just jump in, it worked for them the past few times.

There is a bit of a tearful fair well for the pair.

Megatron gives Ophelia a small hug, which nearly makes her short circuit, but is going to treasure that hug for a long time.

He gives another to Ironhold who stiffens a bit before reciprocating.

Fearless with a watery smile tells them that they are welcomed back anytime and if their respected Megatron’s ever give them trouble, to call them.

They would crawl inside his armor and tear him apart with a pair of tweezers and a spork.

Rung has some new appointments made after that comment.

Then the pair jumped into the portal.

With Ophelia…

Ophelia lands on her behind in the scrapyard.

“I can never get a good landing, can I?”--Ophelia

“Ophelia?! Ophelia is that you?!”--Steve

Steve turns the corner only to get floored by his Conjunx, who was just hugging him tightly.

He reciprocated just as hard.

“Primus Sweet Spark! Where were you?”--Steve

Ophelia hugs tighter.

“It’s a long story Stevie. I think the whole team might want to hear this one.”--Ophelia

With Ironhold…

Ironhold groans as they land on their back in the middle of the main room.

Megatron and Soundwave immediately go over.

Megatron and Soundwave help them back onto their pedes.

“Ironhold! Where on Cybertron have you been!? DO you have any idea—”--Megatron

Ironhold pulls them both into a hug and sighs in relief.

The two Cons are confused at the sudden physical contact before they let go.

“Where’s Rumble?”--Ironhold

“Rumble: habsuite.”--Soundwave

Ironhold begins running before turning back.

“I promise I will explain everything later!”--Ironhold

“Iron—and they’re gone.”--Megatron

Ironhold was running to their habsuite passing by several startled mechs.

They slow down at the front of their habsuite and gently knock.

“I told you Frenzy leave me alone!”--Rumble

Ironhold’s spark tightens hearing her Conjunx voice waver at the end.

They gently open the door.

Rumble has his back turned to the door.

His pedes up to his chassis with his arms around them making him look smaller than normal.

“Frenzy I swear if you don’t—”--Rumble

He looks back ready to through a pipe when he stops.

There was Ironhold standing in the doorway, gently closing it giving the two privacy.

They look down at their pedes a bit nervously before looking at him with slightly glossed optics.

“Hey Love, sorry for keeping you waiting.”--Ironhold

Rumble drops the pipe, stands up on the berth and launches himself at Ironhold.

They just had enough time to catch him and quickly fell back onto their berth holding him close.

Rumble breaks out of the hold suddenly and digs a digit into their chassis.

“HOW DARE YOU! Do you have any idea—any idea what… what…”--Rumble

He goes back to hugging, seeing their face with a sad smile.

“Don’t… do that again ya numbnuts…”--Rumble

Ironhold just hugs him back, just happy to have their Conjunx back in their arms.

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