#going stagg

[emotionalhardcore]

fundraiser festival from 97 containing the biggest emo bands at the moment… crazy how third wave emo wouldn’t have happened without jimmy eat world or the get up kids!

[straightupclownin]

KIDS ON THE BOARDWALK SWAGG

Elaborate.

[just-call-mefr1es]

day uh six- ice skating

yes, i did kind of grow up in the rink, and yes, i do not know how to draw people skaing😽 im quirky like that🤪/j ill post the other days when my doodlebook page is filled because convenience. and lets just say theyre on a frozen river or something👺

i didnt feel like colouring it ut i still think it came out pretty good^^ still took an hour tho👹

[staggersz]

Aroace aligned people just rally behind griffin stagg and billy showalter and i think thats wonderful they’re like the mascots for the representation in this fandom

[eyesocketinchworm]

saw all of us strangers and i have no idea how to go on with my life

[teacupnerd]

More Griffin x billy because I love them??

Griffin loves when Billy brings his dog over !!!

Billy hates it because griffin spends most of their date with his dog.

Billy is taking griffin on dates most of the time.

Griffin is too scared to ask him out (even though they're dating)

Billy's name on Griffin's phone is "my alpha" (as a joke)

Griffin's name on Billy's phone is "griff🫶🏻"

Billy loves to hug him from behind

Griffin always jumps when he does, he is not used to the affection!

Billy wears vans.

Griffin wears converses.

Okay I'm done

[mariedreamlove]

FNAF x TBP AU (made with a real good friend of mine)( the animatronics are replaced by something similar, I'll explain them later further)

Roles:

Night guard/Michael : Finney and Gwen

Henry: Max

William/ Purple guy: Albert/The Grabber

Puppet/ Marionette : Robin, since he has always been painted as this sort of protecor (him threatening Finn's bullies for example)

Griffin would be like Chica, "I was the first, I have seen everything"

Foxy: Vance, similar on the level of agresisveness

Bonnie: Billy

Freddy: Bruce

Golden Freddy: since there are only six victims total, i decided to make Golden simply a manifestation of Finney's guilt. His survivors guilt and the guilt he feels over Robin, even if he logically couldn't have known what would happen to his friend.

I'll later create some art and a timeline, because this is FNAF and shit goes down in that timeline, but i just needed to get these role line ups out!

[phightingheadcanons]

Well I already made this sooo

@blackrocks-greatest-inventor

I guess I will make a Subsona

-STAGG!

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[sirxlla]

You're A Villains Daughter + Them Falling In Love With You (Batboys)

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Dick: Being a police officer he had seen you in and out of the police station. Your hair had been bleached so many times to the point it was falling out. Your father was amazing when he was taking his medication, but the second he forgot, he slipped back into that other persona, the Mad Hatter. He would go crazy and start claiming that you were Alice, and any bit of hair that you had grown out would be bleached, you'd have to dress a certain way to appease him and calm him down.

Oftentimes, you could usually get him back on his medication, but there were days that he would put you in the most dangerous predicaments. Either the cops would be called or Batman and Nightwing would show up.

"I know you love him, and I know you want to take care of him, but the best thing for him is for him to be put in an institution. I'd hate to see the day that we don't show up in time." Dick spoke honestly with a clear sign of worry in his voice. He shrugged off his coat and put it upon your shoulders.

"You're a pretty woman and I hate to see pretty women cry, much less hurt..." He had such a warm smile on his face; when most of the cops tried to comfort you, they tended to sound creepy even though they said similar things, but there was something in the tonality of his voice that sounded genuine and sweet. His thumb gently brushed tears off your cheeks.

You had finally listened to Dick about putting your father into an institution where they could take care of him and make sure he takes his medication. It was expensive, but it was nothing like Arkham.

Dick found out easily that you had been forced to move into a really shitty small apartment in a not-so-good part of Gotham; when he looked up your father on his work computer, he found that he'd been put in an extremely nice institution and realized that you were probably struggling with money.

He found their phone number and called the institution. Dick made sure that every month he would be the one to pay for your father's treatment and stay, the institution wouldn't tell you who had put forth the money, but after a while, you wore them down and soon as you figured out who it was, it brought tears to your eyes. This sweet cop, the one that had put his jacket around your shoulders.

You found your way to his work and quickly offered him dinner, it was 'the least you could do' you had said. Dinner was lovely and the both of you clicked the same way you did every other time you two had met up. He gave you that same safe feeling and those same butterflies when he's compliment you.

Obviously, one date led to another. He was more than happy to take care of you and to make sure that you never had to take care of your father alone again.

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Jason: Bruce had requested that Jason join him on a mission to Simon Stagg's labs. The both of them follow down such a long path of what looks like abandoned laboratories and vacant cells.

"Bruce, there's clearly nothing here we should just split." Jason wasn't entirely happy with the fact that he had to look for paperwork and investigate around the old and what seemed to be a barren laboratory; he'd rather be kicking ass.

"I mean it looks like the goddamn Back Rooms in here." Jason huffed with obvious irritation.

That feeling just about vanished as he made it down a corridor where he saw a glass room with a woman inside. Her skin was green, and she looked so similar to a villain he had seen before, one that tended to prefer eco-terrorism to the safety of human beings.

"Bruce! Bruce, there's a girl! We have to get her out of here." His voice started shaking, he was suddenly extremely worried about her...maybe it was how skinny and malnourished she looked? The hunger and thirst, he had seen that quite often before Bruce took him off the streets.

Jason pushed away the chairs that were sitting in front of the glass. He dreaded to think what they were used for, but he pushed the thoughts away. He gently tapped on the glass, hoping you would answer him. He could see the monitors attached to you and see that you were still alive, but every monitor seemed exceedingly slow.

"Sweetheart, I need you to look at me." He asked before your eyes fluttered open with confusion, it had seemed like months since you even spotted a single fly.

"That's it. Good girl, that's all I need from you I just need you to stay awake. We're going to get you out of here, I promise." Jason looks through the folder that sat within the container on the wall; he's desperate to figure out a way to get you out of there. He finds out who your mother is, Poison Ivy... the rest of the things he finds are vile and disgusting, but he pushes past it trying to find a way to get you out of there.

Jason then handed the file to Bruce and punched the combination into the keypad on the wall before rushing into the room that contained you.

"Jason! No, she could be dangerous!"

"Look at her, Bruce, she's too exhausted to be even remotely dangerous. She's been left alone here for lord knows how long." Jason disregards any part of him that tells him not to pick you up. He scoops are up and gently guides you out of the hell hole she was residing in.

"It's all right now, Babygirl, I got you. Jason speaks almost as if in quiet whispers; Bruce had never seen him be so soft and gentle to a stranger unless it was a little kid or something.

Jason took on every single duty of taking care of you. He would help nurse you back to health, and he would change your saline drip as often as it needed to be. His eyes lit up the first time he got you outside and your skin started turning even more green as if thriving in even the most minuscule amount of sunlight. He was there for you in every sort of moment of need you had. You're beautiful, gentle and kind, and he be damned if he ever let anything happen to you. In his mind suffered more than enough.

He is extremely attentive to you and anytime you notice a shiver he would cover you with a blanket or his jacket. The second he heard your stomach growl or even the slightest indication that you were thirsty, he handled it immediately.

Dick wanted to introduce you to everyone and Jason made sure that you understood that you didn't have to if you didn't want to. They invited you to watch a movie, but considering how exhausted you were, you ended up falling asleep on Jason's chest, his fingers brushing through your hair like it was natural for him. Not a single person in that room couldn't see the fact that he was falling so deeply in love with you.

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Bruce: Bruce was running a few samples, he heard of what Scarecrow had done. Crane had been slipping a new version of fear toxin into several other drugs around Gotham.

Normally, he would go to Mr Freeze, but because his wife just recently got unfrozen and they were putting her through bouts of therapy for her case of Huntington's disease, he didn't want to bother him.

Victor had recommended a young doctor from Gotham General, Y/N Strange. The daughter of Hugo Strange, but from what he could tell, you didn't have much to do with your father anymore.

Bruce sent the samples over before he showed up several hours later. You had never seen Batman in person so it was a bit startling to see such a tall man clad in black, his blue eyes peaking out from under that black mask.

"Ah, Hello...Um, Mr. Batman." It was obvious you were nervous, and in a way, he thought it was really cute but he ignored tge feeling for now.

"Did you receive my package?" His voice deep and menacing.

"Oh, of course, I received everything. If I'm honest I never expected to receive a package from Batman but anyways..." In a way you were trying not to fangirl. 'Batman needs my help? Oh wow!' But you tried to pull it together.

"Yes, of course, Mr Batman, I cross-referenced the drugs that you sent me via the test tubes, and I...um, it would appear to be a Ecstasy, Heroin, and Weed... of course, they've been modified, so there's a component in here that looks to be Datura. Datura plants contain tropane alkaloids such as scopolamine, hyoscyamine, and atropine, which has led to their use in some cultures as a poison and as a hallucinogen for centuries. It would seem, from as far as I can tell, that this is what is also contained in these drugs. The hallucinations can be just downright terrifying."

He tries to look as if he understands but some of these words he's just not picking up on. Maybe it's because he's tired or maybe it's just that he doesn't understand or it could possibly be by the fact that he is distracted by how cute you look in that white lab coat but he's not going to let that show.

Even after Mr. Freeze is back in working order, has got a job at a very similar lab and has started to redeem himself for his past issues, Bruce still goes back to you for information everytime.

You find yourself in the elevator going from one level to another, and who pops in but Bruce Wayne? There wasn't a single person in Gotham who didn't know who Bruce Wayne was. In a bit of shock, you dropped all your papers all over the ground.

"Oh my god, Mr. Bruce. I am so sorry." You said as you kneeled down to pick up all of your papers. He joined you on his knees, helping you with all of the papers, his hand brushed against yours.

It was nice to be able to touch your skin and not have the barrier of a glove between the two of you, he thought.

"I- um, I usually don't ask out strangers, but if you would like to... I- I believe there's a connection between us." Bruce said as he gave you his card as he got out of the elevator, he knew what the connection was obviously, but you were none the wiser.

'Did that just happen? Did Bruce Wayne just ask me out? Oh my God. Oh my God!"

You didn't question it when you found your phone number. You had thought, 'Of course, he's got connections. He's Bruce Wayne.'

The date was lovely, and he found himself extremely entranced by the way that you talked about the things that you were passionate about, even if he didn't understand what you were saying. He also found it extremely adorable the way that you seemed to be so nervous around him but relaxed as the night went on. It didn't matter that you were Hugo Strange's daughter; you were adorable and he found himself completely enchanted by you.

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Tim: He had been hacked, which was really odd considering the fact that he had top-of-the-line security equipment on his computer, and not even he could hack it. The second that it happened, he knew he needed to figure out who did this, not only out of admiration but because someone with this skill could be a danger to Gotham or anyone they pleased really.

He found a really old way to track an IP address that most people didn't even use anymore so most hackers didn't protect themselves against it and you weren't an exception to that rule. He found your name and information, Y/N Nygma. The Riddler's Daughter?

It took a lot of time and doing, but he got the both of you sending messages back and forth, leaving little bread crumbs for each other to find like a little game, it was fun. He could sense you didn't have a desire to harm anyone so he talked to Bruce and offered you an opportunity to get away from your father and his dirty deeds.

You loved your father and of course you didn't want to have to leave him but recently he's been acting psychotic, controlling and dangerous so you lept at the opportunity.

"You must be DxrthSkywxlker." You said as the man approched.

"Only if you are ButtSniffler2000." He said jokingly, his voice was just as you imagined it, smooth and playful.

"Oh, my god. No, but I guess I got the right guy." You laughed, that was something that drew you to him was the fact that he made you laugh so easily with such the dumbest things.

"Yeah, That's me. Honest to God, I didnt expect you to be a girl." He was swooning as soon as he saw you in the dim lighting, your humor and now this? He was done for.

"You're gorgeous." He had meant to say in his brain and not out loud but as soon as he saw the blush on your cheeks he"d realized he didnt say it in his subconcious.

"Thank you." You said as you hid your smile behind your hands.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to say that out loud." His cheeks were turning pink as well.

"It's okay, I believe that if you have a compliment to say someone, most of the time you should. It's just a good way to put goodness into the world especially in such a shitty city." The second those words came out of your mouth he knew he was done for, Tim's such a positive and optimistic person. Having someone else say something so similar to his outlook on life just makes him even more in love with you.

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Damian: Of course, it made sense after he pieced it all together the way that you were so skilled with a blade and the way you weren't scared of him when you first met him.

He wasn't mad, Damian just wished you'd've told him. He laid everything out there on the floor for you, him being in the League, his mother, him being Robin, his dad being Batman but you couldnt tell him this? It stung, it felt like you didn't trust him.

"You're Deathstroke's daughter?" He asked randomly while the two of you were eating dinner. It was out of the blue, he didnt want to give you a chance to lie to him or prepare to answer.

"Yeah...I- I am but I haven't talked to him in years." You wanted nothing more than to put your father in the past and act like he doesn't exist especially after what he did to your mother. Damian instantly saw the pain in your eyes as he pieced it all together.

"Was he... did he...that was him?" He knew the story of your mother and how she had passed away but you never had mentioned who did it. You looked down, not really wanting to find his beautiful green eyes. You knew the second that you peered into them you'd be a sobbing wet mess.

Understanding immediately falls across Damian's face. Unfortunately for him he understood that you may be your father's daughter but that doesn't mean you are your father.

When he initially did his search on the computer Damian was very judgemental but he realized he was being hypocritical because if everyone just saw him as his mother's son then he would be doomed.

"I get it, nothing makes you want to crawl out of your skin more than remembering that you share blood with someone so horrible. It's like that with me and my mother. She's done awful things and she wishes I would forget all of them but we can't forget such cruelty." He speaks from the heart because he knows exactly how you feel. His hand reaches across the table and he grabs yours in his.

"He did it cause he hsd another family and he didnt want my mom interfering. I found her after school one day."

The pain and cruelty of your parents was just another way the both of you bonded. Damian loves training with you it's one of his favorite things to do because most people can't keep up.

"Just admit it you've been defeated." You smiled as you sat on top of him having tripped him and then quickly pinned him onto the mat.

"Alright, Alright. I've been defeated." Damian smiled a mischievous smile before he quickly flipped you both over and pinned you down.

"Just admit it, you've been defeated." He mocked you with a shit eating grin before leaning down to kiss you, pushing his body between you thighs. He kissed your neck, his words causing you to giggle.

-> Masterlist <-

[thewritersofdeceased]

TBP boys and their green flags ?¿

Thanks for reading ✌️

The Black Phone Boys and Green Flags!! Thank you for requesting! :)

FINNEY BLAKE

Good at keep conversation with you

Interested in you

Good listener

He regularly follows up with you

ROBIN ARELLANO

Communication

Protective (Not too protective)

Willing to fight for you

Listens to your needs/wants

BRUCE YAMADA

Laughs a lot

Respectful

Open minded (Hobbies, sports, etc)

Helps you with anything you're having difficulties with

VANCE HOPPER

protective of you

no female best friend

shares his food with you

gives you his vest if you ask, just don't expect it often

BILLY SHOWALTER

dances/listens to music with you

constant check ins to make sure you're okay!

goals after highschool

good relationship with his mom

GRIFFIN STAGG

can keep a conversation going

down to hangout whenever!

will talk about you to anyone

"this reminded me of you!"

[in3rci4]

maybe you could do TBP boys x GN reader who is always serious and calm and doesn't have the habit of smiling, smiling for the first time

Thank you for the request and for giving an idea too 😊🥹 ! I appreciate it , hope it's not too bad ❤️‍🩹

" And then they smiled , that's what i'm after . A smile on their eyes , the sound of their laugher"

The title comes from a small piece of the lyrics of the song " Drift away" from Steven Universe

Prompt : The Black Phone boys reaction at the reader who's always serious and calm , smile and laugh for the first time

Characters included: Vance Hopper , Bruce Yamada , Billy Showalter , Robin Arellano , Griffin Stagg , Finney Blake

WARNINGS !! : Character x reader content , no use of y/n , idk what else to say , Gn ! Reader , Reader might have some backstory I guess ¿? maybe a mix of Fluff and Angst ¿? Some gonna be shorter than others , spelling mistakes

Vance Hopper

You two knew each other for some time now , you were home schooled not so long ago so you didn't had an idea of Pin Ball Vance Hopper reputation . The moment the teacher assigned the both of you for a project , you weren't walking on eggshells like everybody else did with him while talking , you didn't expect anything from him , for you , Vance was just ... Vance . That's the exact reason why you befriend him in no time , your non judgmental personality , and you were completely unaware he wasn't like this with anyone , anyone but you . Even if your words were nice and honest he noticed how cautious you were with your movements and expressions , he thought it was weird at first , your voice didn't matched with the look in your face in his opinion , but Vance got used to it pretty quick , he's not a smiley guy either , he was ... A little more grumpy person than you . Just like usual , in the weekend you would stay by his side watching him play his Pin Ball game , and also making sure he didn't beat anyone if anything went wrong with it , but those are details . You got hungry and decided to buy Mrs Ellen a small snack bag , when you went back to the side of the machine ( not too close to possibly bump it though ) he started to get close to beating his high score . You gasped in excitement and then he heard the sound of the machine saving his new record on the top of it . Vance let go of the arcade game machine and started to shake you excited as well by your arms , you doing the exact same thing with the snack bag still in your hands

" You did it Vance , you finally beat your high score !"

You said with a smile while laughing of enjoyment

" See !? Told ya , told ya I would fucking beat that shit , didn't I !? "

You kept laughing and smiling from the happiness of had seen it happening after so long , so many failed tries were worth for this day to happen . Vance in the other hand stopped moving your body to stare at you instead .

You were smiling , smiling in a genuine , happy and .... He would say in a beautiful way too . Is this how you look like when you're happy ? The real you ?

Maybe he should try to get you to smile more often .

Confused about the sudden change of attitude you asked him with a small giggle

" Vance , are you ok ? "

Yes , he would be ok , as long as you are with him for a little longer like this .

Bruce Yamada

He was a popular and loved guy , he didn't had trouble hanging with almost everybody in school, and Bruce didn't have to do any effort in finding someone to date either . And yet , a particular classmate of his , you , was the one that had all his attention . A person that minded their own business and never had smile in front of anybody before , and still looks like a magazine model .

Bruce wanted to get close to you for years , but he never had the opportunity , ironically , he never had the courage to go straight at you and tell how good looking you are , you look so serious that you kinda scared him , but not enough to stop liking you .

The biology teacher didn't had a clue how happy he made Bruce the day he paired you and him in a project for the science , finally he could have his opportunity , his chance with you . Dying of anxiety inside like his first baseball game , he asked you

" Hey , I know we never talked before and stuff , but would you like to stop at my house tomorrow to speed up things ? For the project , you know ? Maybe we could go out somewhere in the weekend if everything goes well "

Looking into his eyes and with suspicion in yours you asked as well

" As a date ?"

He wasn't expecting you to be straightforward as well , so he fidget with his fingers a little and with a nervous yet bright smile he said

" Yeah , I mean , if you want to of course "

The recess bell rang and everybody stood up to be free again , you grabbed your book and walked towards the door , but before you leave you said looking at him

" it's a date then "

With a smile that could've killed Bruce if he didn't want to stay alive to see you tomorrow , God bless the biology teachers man .

Billy Showalter

His dog Harper was Billy's loyal companion , a very well behaved girl too , never biting things that she shouldn't , no barking unless there's danger or she's commanded to , not jumping into people in excitement , in general , a really good girl . The mornings delivering News Papers are much better with her by his side , at that hour people are still processing their awakening and there's little people on the street , but the ones that are outside never got a complain about her , in fact , they usually want to ask for permission to pet her instead . Lately someone that he seen outside at early morning was you , sometimes with groceries in your hand , sometimes only walking by yourself . You were one of Billy's classmate , but he doesn't talk with anybody in it , at least not anymore , and you were no exception . Sometimes he founds himself staring at you and then snapping out of it , trying to ignore whatever feeling he had to do such thing , but something about you , that mysterious unexpressive charm , the stern look in your eyes , is something that he can't quite describe with words and is afraid of digging for a definition in his mind . Unfortunately for this boy one of those mornings you decided to walk your rescued male dog and Harper for the first time ran away towards the dog to meet him , both with waggy happy tails sniffing each other . Billy stops his bike at a mailbox and runs towards her , to you

" Harper ! Harper ! I'm Sorry , she's never like that , I don't know what's up with her "

The female dog comes close to you waiting to be petted , and you were more than happy to give her what she wanted

" it's ok , she's a really good girl , she just wanted to meet the new handsome boy here "

Billy knew you were referring about your dog , but his stupid brain still made his cheeks burn from the blush , why's he's being like this ?

Harper licks your hand and you giggle from the tickle feeling in your palm , you smile , and he smiles too . More pleased about the morning you said

" You want me to walk with you while you deliver your papers ? Then we can both take the dogs for a walk "

Something more mysterious about you was how quickly you made Billy accepted the fact once for all about his crush about you , maybe the moment your face light up with your smile had enchanted him

" Yeah , I don't mind , Harper hasn't seen that many dogs around anyway "

Harper always helping him in the simple things , she's for sure getting a special treat today after you're gone .

Robin Arellano

He may not seem like that , but he's a person with a good memory and remembers a bunch of people even they don't remember him ( Difficult to say since almost everybody in school knows his name ) . He remembers you from elementary school , Robin thought you were the cute one of the class , although his classmates prefer to call you the " quiet " one . He noticed how you never changed , always focusing on your studies and never smiling , not even for the photos , not even for politeness , always keeping your expressions neutral and seriousness in your way of acting .

Life crossed your paths the day a bully that didn't find his victim who didn't showed up in school decided to go after you instead , poor choice of decision , because Robin did , he showed up , and beat him up .

After he was done , he walked on his way to the boy's bathroom , but you stopped him , and Robin was deep down afraid he messed up things instead of making them better between both of you

" Robin ! "

Trying to keep his cool when he hears your voice behind him , he turns around and responds

" yeah ?"

Without finding more words to describe your gratitude , you kept it simple and said with a gentle smile

" Thank you "

Yes ! He did impressed you ! It was all damn worth it !

" No problem "

Robin walked again feeling like the main character of an action movie , and you smiled at him too ? You ? The good looking and serious you ? Nah he ain't forgetting this day for nothing !

Finney Blake

This year he wasn't sitting alone on the back on the class , well , he was still on the back on the class , but he was sharing his desk this time , with you . Finney had to admit it was hella awkward , I mean , he can't complain that much since it could be worse or Finney himself is too much of a shy guy to start a conversation or keep it on with a stranger . You , his desk mate , never talked to him , not even once , and your cold serious personality didn't make things easier , the two of you introverts , teachers never had to complain about the noise that you guys could make in class . A regular day in math class the teacher talked about the possibility of numbers being negative and being under the 0 , this got the interest of the students because it was something relatively new so far .

Finney murmured to himself casually

" Damn , not even numbers can't stay positive "

It was a bad joke ? Yes , but it was so unexpected he stole a snort and giggle from you , you had to shut yourself up with your hand or else more laughing would be heard by the teacher .

In Finney's opinion it was a terrible one , he's not even that funny , he was surprised yet amused at your sudden change of expression . Maybe he could push his luck a little further ?

" I guess we can't be negative if we just started "

You stopped from escaping a laugh from your mouth once again , maybe Finney couldn't see your complete smile , but your half closed happy eyes got his ego fly over the roof .

They say " stay with the one that makes you laugh "

So don't worry , laugh all you want from now on , he's good at math anyway , he can always teach you if you got too distracted for him .

Not like Finney minds your company at all .

Griffin Stagg

The day he saw you smile after 2 years of watching you keeping your face as unexpressed as possible , was the day a older group of bullies bumped into him , and God , he was so fine with being invisible for other students and not dealing with being a punch bag , that he tried to run away as fast as he could before they could do anything . But stronger and experts on making kid's lives hell , they quickly grabbed his shirt and started to mock him and test him in front of everybody in the cafeteria . Griffin didn't say anything , he couldn't , or else it would be worse , he knows that like the back of his hand . 3 tall dudes , 1 grabbing his shirt , 2 grabbing each of the boy's arms , it seemed like everything was lost , but you pulled up the one in front of Griffin by the shirt and tucked him to the ground . The two boys left pushed Griffin to the ground as well , and went straight to attack you .

But you dodge all of them easily .

After giving the whole cafeteria a show to watch , the boys got up and swore that it wasn't over , but you couldn't care less . You walked towards Griffin and offered him your hand , he stays still without knowing what to say or do more than stare in confusion , until he spoke

" Thank you ... For helping me "

With a big bright smile that didn't fit someone like you , so serious and capable of defeating 3 guys , you responded

" It's nothing , now get up Griff "

Griff ? No one has called him like that before . But , it doesn't sound bad , right ? He kinda likes the nickname .

[straightupclownin]

my friend told me that loren kinda looks like gregory fnaf and i realized griffins sorta similar to the crying child in a snense so im here 4 yauwr opinion befor i draw swagg cosplaying them

WHAT HOW DOES THAT WHAT😭😭😭

(Loren was inspired by Ponyboy from the Outsiders slightly so idk you can tell by the green eye shi) but like-

FNAF COSPLAY YES hold on

Griffin: crying child

Loren: Gregory

Marie: She gives Puppet

Robin: MONTY!!!!

Finney: dare I say Vanny

Gwen: she’s an icon like Cassie

Bruce: glam rock freddy

Vance: honestly either Micheal or Roxy

Billy: he gives Toy Bonnie ngl

Donna: if Billy is Toy Bonnie than she’s Toy Chica trust

[just-call-mefr1es]

yes this may be specifically to Griffin

[maxwell-grant]

Whats your favorite dc city besides Gotham and Metropolis? Mine is Opal City. Also, your line about Gotham being possibly the greatest fictional city lead me to look at what other ppl said, Springfield probably stuck out as as the best contender.

Absolutely Springfield, yeah, I'd say Gotham is contending with the likes of it, Ankh-Morpork, Twin Peaks, Mega-City One, Neo-Tokyo and Duckburg for the title.

Sticking to the cities (no bigger fantasy realms/terrains like Atlantis or Themyscira), I'd say my favorite DCU city after Gotham and Metropolis is very specifically the version of New York that Grant Morrison depicted in Seven Soldiers of Victory. The vast majority of the fake DCU cities are deeply generic and indistinguishable from each other, but this take on New York, filled with real-life failed architectural dreams and impossible constructs, of in-house superheroes and newskid legions, of subway pirates racing each other to find god machines, immortal crime lords and time-displaced knights and Kirby freaks, home to the grittiest failed endpoints as well as unfathomable splashes of color and magic, struck me as a genuinely incredible setting for this world that just about no one ever cared to revisit again.

Did you know the top crimelord of DCU New York here is a dog named Millions? He had inherited millions of dollars from his old master's criminal empire and that money funded the Newskid Legion, and he ran a gang after his adventures with them. He died and was revived and was personally appointed by the Undying Don himself to inherit his empire. Given the history of organized crime in the United States, it's possible and even likely that Millions, The Dog-Father of New York, outranked Carmine Falcone and Bruno Mannheim and every other gangster based around the Five Families. He's not even a talking dog.

I definitely understand and even appreciate the value of the DCU having fake cities to act as a setting, but man, I wish most of them were even a little halfway as distinct or interesting as Morrison's New York. So if we're sticking to the fake cities exclusively? I do really like what little Al Ewing has done with Jump City so far, as the setting of his incredible new book, Metamorpho: The Element Man. He's moved Metamorpho and Stagg Industries to Jump City, the place where the cartoon Teen Titans live (thus putting Bob Haney's creations together in one place), and has established it as "the grooviest town on Earth", a retro-futuristic place of glowing skylines and nightclubs and robot superstars and rampaging robot skyscrapers where everyone talks and dresses and bickers like a 60s Marvel character, keeping in line with how the main characters talk - but not how everyone in the DCU talks, because Vandal Savage shows up here and he basically talks normally.

I extremely wish this would be the default take on Jump City going forward - granted, Al Ewing is extremely good at writing Marvel pastiche and writing 60s Marvel Speak AND Kirby Speak and demonstrating the differences between the two, he might be the only person who can actually make this work, but still, I'm all in favor of this sticking around, I think it demonstrates the point of having distinct fictional cities to play with in the first place, how much work is demanded to really make these places and their history pop, and how much fun you can have with them in turn.

[riddled-with-fear]

Face Your Fears

Thank you to everyone who voted in this weeks poll! Here is the awaited Scarecrow fic that won out by a long shot lol. (I do not blame y'all, this spooky old man has my heart <3)

Pairing: Arkham Knight!Scarecrow x Fem!Reader

word count: 2,535

Summary: You are a research assistant working under Scarecrow. You are forced to work directly with your fear, and Scarecrow of course notices. Lucky for you he has just the remedy to help you overcome your fear.

CW: Fear Play, manipulation, inappropriate boss/employee relationship, unprotected PIV sex, threats of fear toxin use. VERY brief mention of suicide(toxin side effect), descriptions of panic and experiencing fear. DUBCON IF YOU SQUINT

Stagg Airships. 

Floating a couple hundred feet above Gotham City. You took a deep breath, in a poor attempt to calm your nerves. You hated heights, or more accurately, you were afraid of heights. So afraid in fact, every step you took, you trembled. With every word you spoke your voice wavered. Every breath you exhaled was shaky. Every noise made in the airship, or by the airship, caused you to jump.

You had hoped you were hiding your fear well in the presence of others. None of the Militia questioned you about your behavior, neither did the Arkham Knight. At least that had consoled you a little bit. Either that or they simply didn’t care whether you were scared or not. The person you hadn’t seen since being forced to board the airship was your superior; Jonathan Crane, The Scarecrow.

Which you were incredibly thankful for.

You knew you wouldn’t be left alone if he had seen you exhibiting textbook behavior of experiencing fear, especially without so much as a drop of his toxin coursing through your blood. Without even so much as a sniff of his toxin inhabiting your lungs, invading your respiratory system and violently assaulting your nervous system, finally wreaking havoc against your amygdala.

You made yet another feeble attempt at trying to calm down. You busied yourself with research notes from Stagg. You thumbed through piles of papers, listened to countless audio notes, and even spoke with other research assistants. You found nothing of substance really, and everything you had read, Crane already knew. 

You sighed. At this point, you found it absolutely pointless for the Arkham Knight to have brought you aboard. You sat down in an empty office space and thought back to your incredibly short-lived conversation:

“I don’t understand. My work is here, in this lab. On the ground.” you argued.

“Scarecrow wants you aboard that ship. You’re getting on that ship.” A modulated voice answered behind the electronic mask.

“This is ridiculous. He knows how important it is for me to keep the lab running here!” You turned back to your work on your desk.

“Let’s go. Now. We don’t want to keep him waiting.” 

And now here you are. Working in a lab that’s not on the ground.

You heard the door to the office whir open, but you paid no mind figuring it was another research assistant coming to collect the documents you had borrowed. That is until you heard the unmistakable sound of metal squeaking and a very familiar pattern of ragged breathing. 

You stood up and quickly turned around, knocking the files to the floor in your haste. “Oh! Good Evening, Doctor Crane.” You quickly bent down to pick the scattered papers up.

“Save the formalities.” His voice, despite having the… 'accident', was deep and rich.

You sat the paperwork on the metal desk. “What can I do for you?”

“Skittish, are we? You can start by telling me,” he stalked closer to you, “What you’re so afraid of.”

“Afraid? I’m… I’m not afraid.” Your voice shook as you blatantly lied.

“My dear, I can practically smell your fear.” Scarecrow's hands were clasped behind his back, concealing his fear gauntlet and the intimidating needles that came with it. "If you do not tell me, I will find out. Whether you like it or not."

You shuddered at the thought of being exposed to his fear toxin. You saw first hand the horrendous effects. His latest formula was his most potent, the victims that succumbed to it were never the same. Their psyches shattered. Their lives ended, either by the toxin causing so much adrenaline it results in cardiac arrest, or by their own hands.

Scarecrow seemed to exude fear, or, at the very least, smelled like it. His scent was acrid, noxious, and the closer he got the more pungent it became. He was the very embodiment of fear itself. At this point, he didn't even need fear toxin. You wondered why he ever needed it at all.

He was right about you being scared. But it wasn’t Scarecrow causing it. No, in fact, he was causing quite a different feeling. You felt heat pricking behind your navel, traveling down to your core. You were no stranger to this feeling. You knew exactly what it was.

Arousal.

What was it he was always going on about? Arousal and fear going hand in hand?

Against your better judgement, you answered him, "Heights." You entangled your fingers with themselves, trying to keep your composure. A feat damn near impossible when in Scarecrow’s presence.

"Heights? My, my, how unfortunate for you, considering we are well above Gotham City." He stopped a mere couple of inches in front of you.

He observed you, his milky white eyes studying your form. Mentally taking notes. You pressed your lips into a thin line, looking away from him, afraid if you made eye contact, you'd betray yourself and he'd be able to see right through you. You were afraid he'd be able to catch onto your dirty little secret; That while yes, although you were scared, in his presence you were aroused.

He finally spoke after what felt like an eternity of standing in silence;

"Fidgety, shaky breaths..." He reached out his left hand and grasped your face, "no eye contact." He slid his hand down to your neck, placing two fingers against your carotid artery, “rapid pulse,” he removed his fingers from your pulse point and grabbed your hands, untangling them from each other, "Trembling hands and clammy skin..." his tone was clinical.

You glanced down to his hands holding yours, and noticed just how careful he was to avoid pricking you. One wrong move and it would send those sharp ends right through your skin, pumping your veins full of orange liquid terror. If you were lucky, it would end in death.

It excited you knowing you were at his complete and utter disposal. That at any moment he could choose to inject you with his toxin. You are at his mercy. He knows this. Part of him is dying to see what you'd look like writhing at his feet in fear, screaming in terror. How desperate he was to see your face twist in anguish, your eyes flitting wildly around looking at unseen horrors.

Scarecrow pushed the thoughts away, "Yes, you're definitely exhibiting classic textbook symptoms of fear."

You glanced up to Scarecrow.

"Fortunately for you, I have just the remedy." He removed his hands from yours.

"You... do?" Skepticism laced your voice.

"Of course. Why would I not? You think I only know how to instill fear? You think I lack the ability to alleviate it?" He stepped back.

"No, of course not." You felt foolish.

“Come with me. I’ll rid you of this asinine inclination you call fear.” Scarecrow slowly turned, walking out of one of the many offices around the airship.

Taking a deep breath, you quickly followed Scarecrow. The wind from the raging thunderstorm outside caused the airship to sway slightly. The airship groaned at the movement. Your legs began to shake, and you braced yourself against the hallway wall. Fear flooded your senses again drowning out any other feelings. You badly wished to be taken off the ship. As if Scarecrow could sense you had stopped, he turned around.

“Quickly now. The sooner we get to the bay the sooner you can get over this... 'Fear'."

You felt your heart leap into your throat as you mulled over what he said. The Bay. The bay with the large windows. The very windows that gave you a direct view of the city and just how incredibly high you were above it. Oh... That bay.

He stopped at the closed bay door. You walked up beside him, swallowing your nerves. He waved a key card and the panel lit up green.

"Welcome, Doctor Jonathan Crane." a robotic voice responded to the access key card.

The door slid up revealing the large, empty bay. Scarecrow stepped aside, and extended an arm, inviting you inside the bay first. You looked between him and the room. You nodded and slowly stepped in, stopping just passed the threshold.

Scarecrow placed his left hand on your upper back, guiding you further into the bay. He waved the key card and the door closed locking with a mechanical 'click'.

You stepped further into the bay, away from Scarecrow. You didn't know exactly how being in here would help you. The only thing that he could possibly do was administer some new version of his toxin. An antidote perhaps. You were racking your brain when it hit you.

Exposure therapy.

You turned to face Scarecrow with furrowed brows and wide eyes. He was already walking closer to you.

“Lets begin, shall we?”

Scarecrow grabbed your waist, turning you around and guiding you all the way to face the large window to view the city below. He pressed himself to you, hands still firmly gripping your waist. You were pinned between the window and him. There was no way out.

Your head began to spin. Your stomach began to churn. Heat began to prick at your skin. Your breathing became shallow and labored. Your limbs felt light, almost detached from your body.

“Sc… Scarecrow, please. Please…” You could barely speak, your throat felt tight. Tears formed in your eyes, threatening to spill.

“Hmm? Please? Please what? What are you asking for? Are you suddenly not willing to overcome this childish fear you have? What do you think is going to happen? Are you really afraid of the height, or the hypothetical falling?” He ranted.

“I…” You squeezed your eyes shut. “Yes, all of it.” 

“I do believe I told you I have a remedy, yes?” He lightly traced a finger along your neck, tracing over your rapidly beating pulse. Goosebumps littered your skin.

“Yes… Yes, you did.” You took a deep breath. You were not interested in being injected with only God knows what., and you really were not interested in exposure therapy.

“Really, I should dose you. Show you what true fear is. None of this nonsense child’s play.” 

“Please... Anything else just… not that…” you whined, your eyes still shut to avoid looking at the daunting city below.

You swore you heard him quietly chuckle behind you. He leaned in, his mouth brushing against the shell of your ear, "open your eyes."

You furiously shook your head, silently telling him no.

He harshly gripped your face in his left hand. He slid his right hand under your shirt gently tracing his needles along your stomach. You snapped your eyes open, quietly gasping.

"Good." He praised you, almost cooing. "Keep your eyes open. I want you to remember this every time you think about this fear of yours."

He lent down, and licked up your neck, ending just under your ear, giving a sharp nip to your earlobe. You let out a small squeak at his sudden action. He removed his right hand from under your shirt and returned it to your waist. His left hand finally left your face, and began tracing the waist band of your slacks.

"Try not to move too much, I'd hate to accidentally dose you." He mused.

He swiftly undid the button on your slacks, and with both hands yanked them down to your ankles. He did the same to your underwear though in his haste he practically ripped them off.

"Doctor Crane!" You protest. Embarrassed at the way you were exposed to him, and god knows who else could see up into the windows of the airship.

"Fear and arousal can coincide with one another, and clearly," His fingers ran up your dripping cunt spreading your slick along your folds, giving an experimental touch against your clit, "you're experiencing both."

"I... no, it's a natural reaction!" You lie through your teeth.

He shoved you forward and you had no option but to brace your arms against the window as he bent you at the waist. A flush crept up your neck, spreading over your face.

"There is no use in lying to me. Look at you. You're dripping."

There was no denying it any longer. Not to yourself and especially not to Scarecrow.

“Let this be a lesson in facing your fears.” He prodded the tip of his cock at your entrance.

With a painfully slow surge of his hips, he encases his length in your wet, malleable walls. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix as he bottoms out.

You can’t help but let out soft whimpers and moans at the way his cock stretches you, filling you up and making you forget the whole reason why you were scared at all. He revels in those noises. His left hand finds its way into your hair and yanks your head back, "Don't hide those noises from me, let me hear you," he grunts, "Let me hear how I affect you."

You do as your told, and let out a wail with every thrust he gives you.

He licks your neck before sinking his teeth into your flesh, not biting hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a mark.

"Fuck!" you outcry. Your cunt clenches tighter around his cock at the bite.

Scarecrow groans at the sensation of your walls clamping down on him.

"You-ah- you're going to overcome your fear, yes?" He begins thrusting erratically. His length hits all the right spots with each plunge into you.

You move your hips in tandem with his, not caring if his needles do end up pricking you, you just need to cum with him. His breathing hitches at your movements, driving him closer to the edge he was teetering on.

"Y-yes!" you moan at him.

“That’s it-,” Scarecrow grunts, “-let go of your fears. Give into me.” He ruts into you at an animalistic pace. His grip on your hips tightening, the needles on his gauntlet threatening to puncture your skin with every thrust.

You feel your own release building up. The heat viciously licking behind your navel, your lower abdomen contracting as your impending release sent your mind spiraling.

You move one of your hands off the window and bring it between your thighs. You rub circles against your clit in an effort to push yourself over the edge.

And you do.

Your release washes over you, sending electric chills throughout your body. You cry out in ecstasy. You feel Scarecrow give a few lackadaisical thrusts, before drenching the inside of you with his release.

Scarecrow stills, his softening cock slowly slipping out of you, "Your mind is mine. The next time you have some absurd 'fear' you'll be vigilant in discussing it with me, yes?" He puts himself back in his pants, stepping away from you.

You catch your breath, nodding at him.

"Good. Clean yourself up. The Arkham Knight will take you back to the ground-base lab."

Scarecrow left, and you realized this whole charade was simply to expose your fear, and fuck it out of you.

You made yourself decent, and with a newfound confidence made your way to the meeting point with the Arkham Knight.

[much-vexed-glowy-mimic]

It's me again, that person, and I'm going to talk about this man again.

Music Meister, specifically the one seen in the Speed Force comics, because goddamn it, this man is the most interesting character in it.

Something I have to mention right of the bat:

Music Meister is a massive control freak. You put him in charge of a project and he will take over completely. If he sees an opportunity, he's going to go get things rolling because he wants it to and if it crashes, it's because he's determined the project is no longer viable.

He loves control and the type of control he's able to exert on people is honestly extreme and absolute. The DC universe is lucky he's not remotely interested in world domination and JUST wants to start musicals to make people steal for him. Personally I take his mind control powers be telepathic in nature (this might be blindingly obvious and you're likely going "Well yes duh?", but I've never seen it mentioned ANYWHERE?) In my mind, he's a telepath, but he's only able to connect to people when he sings high enough. To me, that explains how he's able to what he does. It might not obvious with the original Meister, but I'm certain it applies to Speed Force Meister.

That man is in your brain and he can do everything to it. Just to touch on the TB&TB cartoon, Meister's level of control is shown to be absolute and limit of people he can control at the same time is realistically, in the billions. The only downside his powers has, is it seems likely his mobility becomes limited once he's in control of that many people. The power suit he wears isn't for show, it's likely to help him move?

Now, where do we start? Oh, I know.

This man is RIDICULOUS, I don't know if you noticed? This the scientists he has Mas y Menos abduct. They're really stylish, the colors are clean, cool. Black, white and red, you can't go wrong with these. 10/10.

They're also wearing headphones with cat ears. Presumably because Meister has to look at them the whole day and that makes them adorable to him. I wouldn't be surprised if he calls them his "little kittens". This actually brings up a few other points:

Mas y Menos and Superboy's suits and the uniforms, they are Meister's creations, not Mad Mod's despite the fact he's a designer.

Mod seems to be in charge of how their day-to-day clothes look and so on. I imagine Meister would start running after him while making aggressive cello noises if he starts messing Mas' suit.

Creating/manipulating clothes is a subset of Meister's powers. The TB&TB Meister has this power too and is able to change them at will.

I always thought it's really funny that Meister just even remakes Superboy's jacket in the next issue. Like, the second you stop thinking about the artist drawing this, you have to realize Meister went and MADE that for him.

Just imagine them getting back to the HQ? Fiddle says he wants to humiliate whoever Meister captures, but he never gets to because Meister is fussing over Superboy and his jacket.

Fiddler: I- Meister: No. Mine. Fiddler: But- Meister: -warning shriek-

(Also, what are Lex and Superman doing? Meister basically took control of him on live tv. Batman, Meister is in charge of music app, STOP HIM.)

Another point is Symphonee's logo.

Symphonee was originally Fiddler's idea. We see him build it, we see him teach himself how to build apps. He meets Mod on the during a Stagg course and they join forces. It's cute, we see them working together! We also see Symphonee's logo getting made.

Now, we see it's Mod who designs it.

The thing is, Symphonee's logo looks just like Meister's symbol. It's what his powers look like when they manifest.

Now, if Symphonee was Meister's idea, there wouldn't be anything really weird about this. But it's Fiddler's. Fiddler thought up the app. Mod supposedly designed the logo, by himself.

Mod is friends with Meister, as he says later in a flashback, so he could just be thinking music logo=music note. I personally think Meister and Mod are lairmates and he's likely sitting in on all their chats, likely not THAT interested in it and just gives Mod an idea. He's not interested until Mod mentions the one thing thing Meister loves more than music and mind control. Money. (Do you think he like the letter m too? Does he get kick out of alliteration? Is that why he likes Mod? Music Meister, Mad Mod?) Most of the Meister's we've seen so far love money. TB&TB Meister: Temporarily takes over the world to make the world's biggest musical so he can make the world's population steal for him.

Batwheels' Meister: Robbing a bank. (And stealing voices.)

Speed Force Meister: In charge of an music app that makes money.

Pride Meister: I think he really just wants to perform Phantom of the Opera, but he would most likely rob all the rich people there.

Harley Quinn's Meister: I don't know anything about him, besides the fact he's a very aggressive therapist, BUT I need to point out the fact wears red, a color Meisters' REALLY like and appears fond of money, going by the gold chain. (And he still has shades!)

Anyway.

MONEY. Meister loves money. That's actually what makes him so odd. He LOVES money. That's what brings him fully into Symphonee. We see how they all meet in the Key Code club in a flashback.

But here's the thing. Both Meister and Mod come off as rather manipulative here. Mod defers to Fiddler as the boss while Meister just announces Fiddler is the CEO.

This might not set off alarm bells, but it should. He's not really deferring to Fiddler as the leader. He is giving Fiddler that position because Meister already considers himself the leader of Symphonee.

It has his symbol after all. If Batman showed up and saw it, he'd bypass Fiddler completely and go right for Meister, because clearly, this all Meister's doing.

I've mentioned this elsewhere, but I'd worried if Meister's going LA LA LA at me. Meister is likely pushing Fiddler to through with Symphonee here be HE wants part of the money it brings in. Fiddler is the one who first mentions injecting his own hypnosis powers into the app, but Meister follows it up instantly and positions himself as the one in charge of brainwashing people, neatly pushing Fiddler's own powers out of the way.

"Don't worry about that. I'll take care of everything. I'll take charge of everything. Everything. You just look nice and stand in front of the cameras..."

And Mod is in on this. I think Meister and Mod are genuinely very good friends. To me, the background of this panel reads as "Yes, mate! I see what you're doing and I agree. Let's hijack this operation!"

Something the comic likes to do is position Meister behind Fiddler because he's the actual mastermind behind everything and is basically in charge of Symphonee.

He's usurping everything Fiddler has, even his color and style.

The first we actually see of him is, of course, this

It's really similar to Fiddler clothes.

Meister's original colors are dark purple and bright/pale greens. He wears them in the comic before Symphonee starts and after he loses control of Mas y Menos and Superboy (because he sees the project has having reached the end.)

I've said this before, but I can't get over how he's so completely usurping Fiddler's place. He's so fucking diabolical and I love him.

One thing I personally love is most of the comic series goes out of its way to obscure Meister's face and it really does a lot make sure his eyes are seen as little as possible.

And it's really obsessively doing it for the most part. The flashback to the Key Code club really beats you over the head with the idea his face shouldn't really be seen without something obscuring it or his eyes.

And like, he could have worn his shades there, but he's specifically not wearing them. The chibi version of him has shades, but that's the red ones, which go with his green set.

He wears another pair in issue 5-6.

We don't see TB&TB Meister's eyes all and I like to think it's just one of those "things" now where his eyes have to remain unseen.

Pride Meister funnily enough has a panel where his eyes fully visible, but his mouth is obscured. (I'll never get over how fucking furious he looks, I love him.)

On a side note, I think Speed Force Meister has such an odd smile? It's very flat and sinister.

Something I've mentioned both here and elsewhere is Meister instantly goes 'Weeeell that was nice run' after he loses control of Mas y Menos and Superboy. He goes back to his original colors right away. I like to imagine Mod having to stop him and has him by his coat tails and is just screaming 'think of the money! We can still get the money!' while dragging him backwards. Meanwhile, Meister's playing Subnautica's "Abandon Ship" at full volume. To him this is over.

Funny enough, it is Mod who eventually says they're abandoning Symphonee and Fiddler in the end.

I love this comic. Ignore the super teenagers. It's all really about poor old Fiddler trying to prove himself and getting betrayed by his two friends who are most likely villainous soulmates.