#he is so glad that Red Hood isn't here

[laxxarian]

No, cuz like

during the cloning arc of Danny, there's at least ONE clone that escaped without Vlad's knowledge. It was a bit more cunning and smart and knew that they had to get away.

The thing is, this clone Danny isn't a halfa at all, its a full on human. Alive and not half dead.

But it is sick and frail so when this clone Danny manages to get to the doorstep of Gotham, it was surprising.

lets call clone Danny as Daniel since it was the name that Vlad mostly used in his mutterings that Daniel caught on.

And while Daniel is in Gotham, sickly and lying on one of the rooftops, he met a vigilante with a red helmet.

"What the-?" Red Hood questioned when he saw Daniel's mouth dripping green blood or some kind of goop, which in turn reminded Red Hood of the Lazarus Pits.

"Who are you, kid?" Red Hood crouches down slowly to Daniel but the boy only turned his back on him, coughing and wheezing, "Hey! What happened to you?!" alarmed and confused, Red Hood shakes the boy gently. His fingertips could easily felt the cold coming off from Daniel's body.

And when Daniel stopped coughing, he faced Red Hood with a tired smile, "I'm fine." Daniel answered, "But I can't be here forever..." he added before coughing up some more of those green goop.

"Hold on, kid." Red Hood said, "I'll get you some help." but Daniel stopped him from leaving.

"Don't. I know when my time is up." Daniel said, "I'm just glad that I get to explore this far..." he wheezes out, "Don't feel bad tho... I'm just a clone..." Daniel stopped breathing.

And Red Hood thinks he's Tim's clone.

[nirvanawrites111]

Set My Wings on Fire (DPR Ian x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You're smitten by the love of your life, Christian Yu and he's being painted as a dangerous person. But, you don't care cause that's your man and you're going to stick beside him. You're pretty much in love with a villain, but he's super sweet to you. Non-celebrity AU.

Pairing: DPR Ian x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2024

Warnings: Smut, PIV, oral sex (male rec), mentions of murder, praise kink, good girl, unprotected sex, creampie

This is part of a NEW SERIES called Duality. It's all about embracing switch!energy. Part 1 will be sub!reader and Part 2 will be dom!reader. Some of the stories will be 2 idols x reader, and some will be just 1 on 1.

Smut below the cut.

"You need to leave him alone," Your best friend voices as they stare at the large television on your wall. The dim glow casts a shadow across your living room.

You press your lips together and cross your arms. A tightness crawls up your chest. This is the last thing you want to hear right now. You are tired of hearing this comment right now. You feel around your couch for the remote. You can't bother to listen to the news channel any longer.

"Look," you begin, forcing yourself to meet their gaze. "I know Christian very well. The media is trying to make up stories about him. He's not the monster they're making him out to be," You speak up and express your feelings. You twist his ring that he gave you a year ago, and you decide to wear it as a necklace.

You know Christian better than anyone. Everything he does has a meaning and purpose behind it.

You stare at the image of his picture plastered on the television. His usual neat dark brown hair is a mess, and his eyeliner is smeared. Underneath his picture are large red letters "WANTED" that contrast against his pale complexion. Sure, he might seem dangerous to someone else, but to you, something magnetizes you to him.

"The man is a killer, Y/n. If he comes here, you need to turn him in. You don't want to go to jail for housing a fugitive, do you?"

"He isn't a killer. I don't care what the media is saying."

You pick up your phone off the couch table and see that he texted you five minutes ago that he was on his way. You quickly text back and tell him to wait until your best friend leaves.

"This man has brainwashed you. Hopefully, you realize the truth before it's too late." Your best friend raises their hands in defeat and stands up. "I gotta go. I'll see you at work tomorrow."

"He's not, but thanks for stopping by," you reply, trying to smooth things.

Your friend stands up and hugs you. You're glad they are leaving. There is nothing that will convince you that Christian is a bad person. Even with everything you know about him, you would never turn on him.

You walk with them to your front door, and the soft patter of your bare feet echoes against the polished hardwood floor.

Once they leave you close the door only to be slightly pushed open, revealing Christian.

There he is.

The only man that can make you melt to your knees. You want nothing more than to feel his hands all over you.

"Beautiful," Christian, your accented lover, whispers your favorite nickname. He steps into your home. His words allow you to fall to your knees and please your man. But, you don't want to act too thirsty.

He removes his hood with both hands and reveals his hair in messy, shoulder-length loose curls. The two of you stand in your foyer, and your eyes connect.

Christian has such a dark energy around him that it attracts you to him for whatever reason. It pulls you in so closely, like a moth to a flame. Regardless of what others say, you can still see the good in him. He's been nothing but kind, patient, and loving to you. So, really, that's all that matters to you.

"Are you okay?" You ask him.

Christian removes his sweatshirt, and your eyes trace over his tattoos. You run your hand over the one tattoo over his heart, your name.

"I'm so much better, now that I'm with you."

"I'm sure you know they're looking for you."

"I know," Christian sighs. "I'm also wanted for something. What is it this time?"

"Murder."

Christian stares into your eyes, and he can heart your heart beating fast. No one has ever cared about him more than you. Your unwavering loyalty is something he's searched for many years. Now, he's found exactly what he needs within you.

"Do you think I'm guilty?" Christian asks you.

"No, but if you did it, I know there was a reason."

"Good girl. You know your man oh too well," Christian praises you. He knows it's exactly what you need to hear in this moment.

Your lips curl into a smile, and you haven't looked away from him. He knows that nothing about him scares you. He's told you his deepest, darkest secrets. Because he knows he can trust you.

"I do. My best friend was just running their mouth talking about how I need to leave you alone. But, they don't know you like I do."

"Do you need me to handle that?"

"No, never that."

"We have some catching up to do. Don't we, angel?"

"Yes."

***

You turn on the shower and step into it first. Christian follows behind you. He presses you against the shower wall from behind. "My angel.. so pure. So innocent," he whispers into your ear.

Christian runs his hand down your back, enough to give you chills. You've missed feeling his touch against your skin.

"You know I'm far from innocent."

"Compared to me. You're a saint."

Christian attacks your neck with kisses. This instantly sends a warmth throughout your body. You've missed the way his lips feel against your skin. You don't care what happens when he's out of your sight. Because this man adores you, he'd do anything to protect you.

"Sweetness, tell me.." Christian pulls away from you and turns you around to face him. His gaze penetrates your eyes, searching for something unspoken. "Do you really love me?"

His eyes are full of emotions, and you can see the pureness in his question. But, at the same time, why would he question you this way? You've always supported him no matter what.

"Of course, I do. Why wouldn't I?"

"Even if I had to leave you for a bit?"

Your breath quickens, and you can feel your stomach churn. Is he going to up and leave you? Does this mean he's going to end things with you?

"Where are you going?" You twist your necklace.

Christian picks you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist as the warm water cascades down the two of you.

"I'm not sure. But, I'm leaving in 48 hours."

"Because of what I saw on the news?" You try to piece everything together. Did this mean that it was true? You didn't want to ask him what happened because you trusted him.

He promised you he would never do anything that would jeopardize his time with you. He stated that from the beginning. But, now, it felt like things were going differently.

"Yes."

"I'm coming with you."

"Hell no. I will get this sorted out. I will come back for you."

"No, I'm coming with you."

"Angel?"

"Yes."

"Don't I always come back for you?"

"Yes.. but."

"No, buts. Listen, you have to trust me. I will come back for you, okay?"

You nod. But, your fear is he's going to leave you.

"Angel, don't look so sad. I wish I could take you with me. It's going to pain me to leave you."

"Well let me taste you for the last time."

"Of course, angel."

Christian releases from his arms, and you get down on your knees. You look up at him.

He strokes your face and looks at you in such a loving way.

You hold your hands behind your back and swirl your tongue around his dick until he's halfway in your mouth.

You hum your favorite song and move your mouth up and down his length. This could be the last time you taste him, so you want to savor the moment.

You close your eyes and move faster and hear him moan. You love hearing him vocalize his satisfaction for you.

"Go deeper for me, angel," Christian instructs you, and you have no problem following instructions.

You take him deeper into your mouth, and he cradles the back of your head. He's moving with you to the point where you two are rocking as one.

At this moment, you are breathing through your nose because you only want to please him. You live to serve him. You are hopelessly devoted to him.

"Fuck.. just like this," Christian groans. "Don't stop, angel. God, you're so beautiful like this."

"Mmmhm," you barely manage to say because you have your mouth full and wouldn't want to have it any other way. Tonight has to count and hold you over.

"No one else can suck me the way you do. You're so amazing, angel," Christian continues to praise you, which encourages you to keep going because you know he's so close.

"You want this nut don't you?"

You nod without missing a beat, and both of his hands are on the back of your head. He's practically fucking your throat at this point.

He cums down your throat, and you swallow all of it.

Christian pulls you up to kiss you. He slips his tongue into your mouth and kisses you. As the kiss deepens, you can't help but run your fingers along your pussy only to find that it are dripping for him.

"Thank you for that amazing blow job, angel. You're always amazing."

"No problem."

Christian wraps his arms around you. "Mhmm.. I'm ready to feel all of you now. You want that, baby?"

"Yess.."

"How do you want me?"

"From behind.. like this." You turn around, place your hands against the shower wall, and arch your back.

Christian places his hand against your lower back and moves his dick along your entrance. "You know I love taking you from behind. Do you want me here or do you want back door."

"Here.. I want to feel you deep inside me. I prefer anal when I'm pegging you."

Christian kisses on the side of your neck. "I know baby.. next time when I come home. We can celebrate with pegging." He sucks on your neck and inches himself into you.

Feeling him inside of you feels like home. There's nothing like having him deep inside of you.

"You're so tight for me, angel," Christian whispers against your neck, kissing gently against the spot he just sucked on.

You moan out his name and enjoy him being inside of you again.

The feeling is euphoric, and you get lost in the moment of being one with your lover again. His hands cover and clasps with yours as he strokes into you.

You hope you celebrate with him, but you want to enjoy this moment. You arch your back a little more as he increases the pace. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure throughout your body. It feels too good. You deserve to experience this type of heaven on earth.

Christian holds you in place as he slows down with each backshot he gives you, and he reaches from behind and runs his hand down the front of your love nest. He moves to your clit and strokes it.

"Yesss, baby! I love when you rub my clit," you moan out.

"I know you do." Christian continues to rub it while you tighten around his dick. "My baby is close. Are you going to cum on my dick?"

"Mmhmm," you moan. But, at the point, you're already trembling from the combination of his teasing your clit and being buried inside you. The sensation is perfect. It's a feeling that never gets old. No matter how many times he gives you an orgasm, it always feels as good as the first time.

"So, be a good girl and cum for me."

"That's it.. baby. Cum on dick." He instructs you and talks you through it. You obey him easily. You release onto his dick. He's right there with you as he pumps into you until he cums inside you.

"Mmm.. thank you, baby," you say, trying to catch your breath.

"No, thank you angel. You were wonderful as always. I can't wait to celebrate with you when I come back."

If you enjoyed this please reblog. It helps other find my work.

Part 2

[factual-fantasy]

24 ASKS! :D THANK YOU!! 🧀

Not in my AU she's not! For 2 reasons-

For 1, my AU is built from Mario games and media I personally know/am familiar with. I know a little bit about Mario sunshine and saw a comic where Delfino island was Daisy's vacation island. So I took that info and crafted it into my AU lore! My Daisy's kingdom is populated by Delfino's, and it sits along the coast nearby the Mushroom Kingdom.

The other reason is I only heard of what Sarasaland was like two days ago. I've never played any of the games its from and had no idea it existed. So I didn't add it to my AU and I definitely cant add it now-

But even if I did, I'd have the same problem. Why is Daisy the ruler of these little.. dancing.. skeleton.. guys..?? If she isn't one of them?

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD And yeah, that was Wendy and Roy! Though her exact reasoning for crying hasn't been fully thought out yet. I was thinking that she was having trouble putting on her make-up and ribbons.. maybe that was something the Koopalings mom would help her with before she.. well.. :( (Also, I do intend to finish/expand on that comic/idea very soon! :}} )

As for Iggy and Lemmy, they're not twins in my AU! Though they are close, they are very apart in age. I don't know what "older lore" you're talking about.. if you're referring to a game or a show, I have never seen it. :( All the Koopalings personalities and dynamics are just going to be made up/decided by me :)

As for their closeness, what brings them together is their eyes and their love for magic/Kamek.

I had this idea that Iggy was born blind, and Lemmy was born with a lazy eye/cross eyed. Kamek was able to use his magic to restore a fair bit of Iggy's sight and reposition Lemmy's eye. The result is their eyes and faces have unusual colors and patterns.. but they can see! And they are very thankful to Kamek for that.

Also that exposure to magic at such a young age has really drawn them into it.. they're both supposed to be really interested in magic and learning how to use it. Thus their closeness with each other and Kamek!

@tallchest13-blog (Sent after this post I believe..?.. orr was it this one-- maybe this one??)

XDD Thank you so much!! I'm glad to see so many folks are interested in my interpretation of the Mario bros!! :DD And good luck with your discord RPG! :}

Well since there are a ton of pirate/seafaring cookies in the game, I assume water isn't a problem. :0 Though it is for Louis becuase he cant swim- (His claw arm is very heavy so he sinks-)

(Link in question)

GOLDEN FREDDY??? XDDD

Tbh that gets a bit of an eye roll form me. I miss the old days when Golden Freddy was just a terrifying Easter egg in the first game.. things were so simple back then.. 😭

@jaybleu25 Ah no worries, I understand. Here, take a look at my 1:AM red scribblings XD

And if its not clear, the last 4 images of that post are all Roy and Wendy :} Hope this helped!

(Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD And yup yup! That's Wendy! :DDD

(Link/video in ask)

Oooo :00 what a beautiful song! :DDDD

(Post in question)

I can see the braid refusing to stay together and eventually unweaving itself. Its all flowy and free~~💫💫

<XDD ?? Huh??

I suppose in the actual games the treasure is like that. But I like to imagine my crew finds actual gold treasures 🤩✨✨

The only version of Robin hood I'm familiar with is the Disney Fox version. I'm not sure what you mean by his "merry band".. 😅

Hmm.. I don't think so. But maybe Tuna has..? Or maybe that's how Louis could have lost his original arm-

@raven-bearden-the-interviewer42

Probably Seafoam's love.. 🥺💙

(Link in question)

I feel like Coco would be the one to get pied trying to protect Red. And Tuna would have been the one to set up the trap XDD

@couchwow

XDD All I could think is of how terrifying the brown creature in the second image is. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM!-

WHAT IS THAT??? XDDD

@neo-metalscottic (Mario bros post in question) (Princess post in question)

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :D I'm glad you like them! Though I wonder what about the old designs I would combine the new ones.. I fixed/altered all the flaws I saw with the old designs. I'm not sure what I'd keep-

As for Luigi and the Poltergust, he doesn't ever get that. Since Mario is never captured by the Boos, why would he need it? And I haven't decided what to do with E.Gadd yet, if anything at all..

As for Mario and Bowser.. I was thinking that Mario kind'a just said that in the heat of the moment. But he would be willing to take him down permamntly if he ever showed his face again.. but right now Bowser is definitely not causing any more problems for a while.

Mario and Luigi scared the daylights outa him. The hero's of Legend are real, and they're here. Bowser is probably scrambling for means of defense atm and wouldn't dare send anyone over there to cause trouble.

As for the Chain Chomp.. even if Bowser wanted to release it and wreak havoc on the bros/the mushroom kingdom.. I don't think he could. Kamek was unable to control Petey Piranha and rein him back in when he escaped. What make's him think they'll have any control over the Chain Chomp if they release it? It'll probably just turn around and eat Bowser's castle instead- and once its out, how will they trap it again?

And oh yeah, they could beat it. All they'd need is 1 super star and the Chain Chomp would be flattened in a matter of seconds. ⭐💪

@yoylecake420

I know absolutely nothing about him or the game he's from. :( He's made of wood I think..?

@astaherussy (Post in question)

WAAAHAHAGH THAK YOU!! :DDD

And don't worry! I don't intend to rush anything <XDD --I'm trying to take my time thinking the lore through and filling in plot holes-

(Post in question)

<XD Well I don't wanna ramble about the lore until its a little more set and stone. I don't wanna say "this is my idea!" and then 15 minutes later go "well actuallyyyy...."

Maybe so! XD I wonder if its like that in the games.. 🤔

Ooooo I could see that! :00 That could be Urchins weapon maybe!

(Post in question)

XD I guess great minds think alike? That, or Rosalina is just really cool-

@sparkdrawsstuff

I'm sure they've faced all that and more! :00 Also thank you!! :))

[fertilize-my-eggs]

“ why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ”creepy incel shigaraki x fem chubby reader noncon smut

A/N: hello!! This modern quirkless au oneshot, I don't have any plans for this one sorry. This is more of fanon unhinged feral shigaraki and extremely delusional asf in this. If I miss any tagged let me know and I'm sorry if it isn't proofread!! ( There the full story in A03 )

“ why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ” 

It's echoing in your mind as he holds your neck tightly with his slim fingers, how did you get here? 

Well you were having a terrible day, seeing this strange blue haired man everywhere you go.

At first you just saw him as a regular customer while you were working at a game store, he happened to appear out of nowhere in the middle of the night.

He taps on your shoulder as he gives you an unnerving nausea, you try your best to be polite.

“ What can I help you s-sir? ” this man didn't know any personal space as he leaned in and said.

“ Any options on this game? ” He rasfully spoke as he tapped on a cover that looked like an RPG with cute anime girls on it.

You were clueless when it comes to games, you look into his blood red eyes.

“ uhh… it's a great game, with a strong main character with a love stor- ” he rolled his eyes as he huffed in annoyance.

“ ughhh does it have sex scene in it?? ” you blink at him a few times.

“ Excuse me? ” There was long awkward silence as you felt a chill run down your spine as you tried your best not to judge a customer too fast.

“ well I've never played it but- ”

“ but? How the hell did you get this job in the first place if you don't know any game… npc females.. ” he whispers the last part quietly but you hear it loud and clear as you cleanse your throat.

“ I'm sorry sir. ” he ignored you completely as he put the game back on the shelf as he collected the games he was interested in. You rushed to the register as he put the games on the countertop.

You felt unsafe by this one customer but it's your night shift and it was your closing time. 

All you have to do is scan the products and send him on his way home, you grab one game at a time as you scan it. Maybe he was just grumpy and had a sour mood today or…

You flinched as his fingers resting on your hand as he said.

“... you.. are very beautiful.” you quickly removed your hand as you put a fake smile on.

“ Thank you… sir. ” he was giving you the ick and he didn't like how you reacted from his touch.

“ your cost is $67.45, would you like a bag sir? ” he nods his head as he remains quiet, watching you put the games into the plastic.

He grabs the bags as he walks to the door to leave, you thought you'd never see him again but boy are you wrong.

You started to feel a pair of eyes staring behind your back whenever you went to your job, you spotted him in a public area. At first you thought you'd had hallucinations seeing him and his long blue locks hidden in his hood, all black clothing as he disappeared into the crowd of people.

You noticed little things disappearing as well, you couldn't find your dirty panties. You were quite messy by leaving your clothes around the house, you were able to find them sooner… but it never comes back, your pillow cover has a questionable sticky texture and it smells horrendous!

It's been a couple of days, you decided to report it to the cops about your stalker but they simply told you that they'll take action if he does something… meaning they weren't gonna help you out and you were helpless.

You were woken up by him in your pitch black room, his hands at your throat not too harsh but it was firm.

You couldn't speak as you begin to tear up.

“ hello.. y/n. Aren't you glad to see me? "You could see his sharp eyes staring at you as he began to speak.

“ I don't understand…” he tilted his head as he loses it a bit so you could breathe a little.

“ I try to be nice.. but every female always rejects me, they always want a male that treats them like trash.”

“ They call me ugly weirdo… a freak of nature.” his fingers lightly rubbed your skin.

“ I’m a nice guy I-...” he leans in so close that your noses are touching.

“ I don't understand… ”

“ Why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ” he raised his voice. It's echoing in your mind as he holds your neck tightly with his slim fingers.

“ I'll treat you right, give you everything baby. ” he slowly licks your cheek.

“ I'll let no npc hurt you…I'll murder them just for you ~. ” this man is a psychopath, you need to escape but somehow he reads your mind as he begins to chuckle.

“ trying to leave? You're not in your own room darling.. you're tied up in my room, I'm surprised you didn't wake up. You're a heavy sleeper hahaha ~ ” you blink a few times to process what he said as he removes his hands.

“ What the hell are you talking about?!? Are you insane??? ” you begin to sob out, taking the air in as he flickers the light. He was right it wasn't your room, it was far different from yours as you noticed familiar underwears on the floor.

“ I grew tired of jacking off to your filthy panties so I want the real thing.. "You were yank harshly as he spread your thighs wide.

“ Stop!! release me plea- ” you cry out, feeling his rough lips on your sensitive area, you start to squirm fast as he surp you like it was his last meal. It was so sloppy and  inexperienced, this man didn't know how to please a woman.

You yelp as your eyes look down at him, he rubs your skin softly as he growls.

“ stop moving like that unless you want harsh punishment? ” You were unable to speak due to how terrifying this situation is and you don't want him upset, who knows how he will act.

You shake your head but he slaps your thighs hard as you sob out.

“ I need words. "You look away as you look back to his vermilion eyes.

“ no.. ” he wasn't having it but you could see the faint smirk on his lips, he clearly enjoys this.

Sicko… 

“ you're my little plaything.. my player two mhmm~ ” you arch your back up feeling his hot mouth on your pussy, you made a high pitch moan as he slid his digits into your hole.

“ ohh god~!! ” his hungry lustful eyes stare at you.

Tongue flick your clit in harsh circles, his fingers crossed, push up your wall to find it..

Your eyes blink the tears away, you can't let this man have his satisfaction so you bite your lips and look away.

His hand landing on your thighs again as you scream in pain.

“ Keep staring at me… you really want me to punish you so bad hehe~.. ” your eyes wide in fear.

“ no!! Please don't. ” You begged him but he chuckled and went back to eating you out.

His arm wrapped around your thighs as he used his thumb on your clit, rubbing it fast and hard circles.

You couldn't wait any longer as your unwanted orgasm hit you fast, your eyes rolled back and your toe curled in.

“ shit… ahh fuck.. ” you pant heavily, feeling the bed move by him humping the sheets. You can hear his pathetic whimpers and groans as he swallows all your juices.

It's felt like hours as you're crying hard from the overstimulating, he continues to eat you out and bring out three orgasms.

“ please… no more. "You pant heavily, he gives a few sloppy kisses to your clit then finally move away.

“ We're just getting started with this gameplay~ you need to be trained to take this cock hehehe~ ” he purrs sweetly, seeing his face covered in your cum.

“ Please let me go, I don't want this... ” he rolled his eyes at you and he begins to mock your voice.

“ I don't want this, I wanna go home!! You're NOT leaving coz you're mine~!!! Your home is here with me. Don't you understand that!! ”

He grabs your neck firmly as he leans in.

“ I'm your boyfriend… shigaraki tomura~ ” you blink at him, you think you hear his name on the news being a japan world wanted criminal what the hell is he doing here in this country??

He has no patience as he grabs his thick long cock to your entrance as he begins to slide in, you scream at him to stop.

“ stop!!! it's fucking hurt! Please-. ” he covered your mouth fast.

“ God you're such a brat-... don't know how to shut up… mhmm but you feel so good and tight aughh~ ” he pushed more of it, pulling out slowly as he looked down.

“ oh… I see why it was hurting, you're losing your virginity.. ahh it's okay baby~ we are losing it together.” the blood covers his whole length as you closed your eyes tight, your mouth was open letting out a silent scream.

He caresses your cheek tenderly.

“ soon I'll destroy your mindset, you're become my wife… fuck~ ! ” His body language changes as he thrusts faster and harder into you.

“ Soon you'll carry my children.. ahhh  shit can't wait until you produce milk.. ” he leans in to bite your nipples, sucking it gently as he humping your body. Your mind went blank and a sobbing mess from the unwanted pleasure.

He harshly pushes your thighs to your head as he moves at fast paced.

“ I can't wait to see you nice and round of our baby ~. ” he kisses your breasts softly.

“ we got plenty of time to breed your insides~ aughh fuck~!! Want to make you a perfect mommy.. ” he whimpers out, his cock sliding in and out of your slippery cunt.

He covered your mouth as he smirk wide.

“ I'll fuck a baby into you in many rounds until you're full with my cum. ” he sigh heavy, your shaky eyes couldn't see him properly as you feel your head getting a headache and see blackness around.

“ Are you ready player two? Ready for our new save? A new life together you and I~ ” you felt heat in your core as he made a high pitch groan releasing his white thick cum hitting your wall, you felt it filling fast as you cried out and he removed his hand to passionately make out with you.

The cries were muffled as he bit your bottom lip, pulling it away as he rode his high. He called out your name and his dick twitched excitedly as he pants.

He kisses your face sweetly.“ I love you.. I love you Y/n you'll never leave… and if you do. ” you knew he was just manipulating you, his whole act seem so fake as his eyes have a shine in them.

“ you'll get a severe punishment if you do~ ” his thumb rubs your lips softly.

“ you're mine… you're my beautiful wife.. ” he looked down to rub your belly tenderly.

“ our beautiful baby as well~.. ”

“ you're insane.. ” he looked into your eyes and coo sweetly.

“ insane? No no no baby.” he pulled your face close.

“ I'm only insane for you.. my love for you is passion and if anyone touches what is mine. ” he grabs your neck softly.

“ they will die..” he begins to move his hips as you begin to cry.

“ You belong to me~.. ”

[gutsybitsies]

A/N: Happens almost right after Under the Red Hood

"All you needed was this?" The adult, Dick Grayson, tossed Jason Grace a golden coin.

Grace caught the drachma and flipped it instinctively. It, of course, didn't switch into any weapons like Ivlivs used to.

"Yes, the Constantine guy said any magic there can work here as well."

"I had to break in and steal from someone's collection for an real Greek drachma."

"You couldn't find one on E-bay?"

"It's called C-bay in this dimension, and yes I could, but we don't have time to verify authenticity."

In the background, the rest of Dick's family perched on rafters, chairs, and inconvenient dinosaurs and pennies as they carefully watched Grace twist the coin around in his hands. He knew that they're carefully monitoring him, making mental notes for their little reports later on about his dimension, his powers, everything, really.

"So according to you," Grace said, "You tried to bring someone back from the dead."

"My parents," Dick replied. "And I didn't try, a genie took advantage of me when I was drunk and made a wish."

"But he can't bring back people who have been dead for so long, so he brought back your most recently deceased family."

"Jason Todd," Dick supplied.

"But he couldn't even do that as well, because he brought me, Jason Grace, back to life instead, and now I'm here instead of him."

"Honestly I don't see what's wrong with this," one of the bats (that's got to be how they think of themselves, Jason Grace figured, since they all have a symbol of a bat on their clothes) replied. "This Jason isn't cutting heads off stuffing them in duffel bags."

"Glad I'm better than that," Grace said, before turning the humidifier he asked for on and shined a light on it. He ignored their curious questions and tossed the drachma into the rainbowy mist.

"Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbows, please show me...Nico di Angelo."

This caused the looming dark mass of the old guy that called himself Bat Man to stir from his seat in front of the massive computer in the cave. "This wasn't the plan, you were supposed to call for Jason."

"What if only I was brought back to life and he's not? We'd have wasted a drachma," Grace explained. "Nico's my best friend and he knows about death, he'll be able to help."

Slowly the mist shimmered and its colors changed, until they could see two forms cuddling under a tree. Suddenly, the smell of ozone crackled in the cave, and Dick took a sharp look at Grace, whose expression didn't change an iota.

"Nico! Nico!"

The form of a short napping boy with three clawmarks on his face blearily opened his eyes. He shook awake the blond boy napping next to him. "Will, I'm hallucinating Jason."

"Wh-Jason?" Will's eyes snapped open to see Jason Grace in an Iris message looking out at them. "I-I see him too."

Nico's eyes darted up to Jason again. "Jason? How-Jason!"

One of the brightest smiles Jason had ever seen on Nico bloomed on his face as he dashed up to the Iris message. He paused right before slamming into it and dispersing the mist. "Jason, what happened? Are you in another Underworld? What do you need me to do?"

Jason grinned, Nico's happiness infecting him and swept away the doom and gloom of Gotham, he can even ignore Will in the background holding Nico's hand. "I'm alive again! These guys," he jerked a hand to point at the rest of the bat family, "Accidentally brought me back alive. But, and this is going to sound crazy, I do have a favor to ask you."

Nico gave him an unimpressed look. "Bring it, crazy is my life."

The rest of the bats tensed as they waited for Jason to ask Nico for help and clarification.

"So you and Will are dating now? Tell me everything that's happened since I died! Is Apollo back to being a god? How's Piper doing? I heard Leo's back! Tell him I said hi! And what's the progress on the shrines I've been designing?"

That was apparently the final straw, as the bat man grunted and almost ran with the fit of manic energy right where Jason was standing talking to Nico.

"Forget those questions," the bat man said, trying and failing to shove Jason aside. "Within the last 24 hours, did anyone from your dimension encounter a Jason Todd? We have reason to believe that the two of them were switched."

"No we don't," Jason said. "There's a chance he's still dead. Isn't that a good thing? All you guys talked about was how he's a homicidal maniac."

"There was a strange guy but I don't know if his name is Jason Todd," Nico said.

"Big, buff, black hair with a tuft of white hair in front?," Will asked. "That's the only stranger recently, sweetie."

A lightbulb in the cave burst.

Grace's face was still perfectly smooth. "Nico, he's dangerous. That wasn't a hyperbole, this guy came back from the dead before and immediately begin a crime spree in his home city."

"He won't hurt innocent children," the bat man insisted. "He's dangerous but he's not deranged, but he does need to come home and be detained."

"He slit my throat," one of the teenage bats said. "Probably. It might have been him that slit my throat. I got better though."

Nico looked unimpressed, "Well you don't need to worry about him anymore. We found him bleeding from the neck and then he died from bloodloss before we could do anything."

"Don't give us that crap," the bat man said. "Your Jason said he also suffered life threatening injuries before the switch happened, but he was found completely healed. Bring Jason here, now."

"Can't, he's dead," Nico said in a deadtone. "But don't worry, we gave him the correct funeral rights before cremation. I can show you his urn." He turned to Jason.

"Jason," Nico said in Ancient Greek. "You need to find a way to run away. These are the dangerous people. I could sense how Jason Todd died. It was bloodloss from filicide, Jason. His father killed him before he was brought to us. And now he wants to finish the job. Please stay safe and make your way back to us." The Iris message flickered before it died out.

in the morning, when the rest of the family was sleeping and Jason Grace was in his containment chamber ("Stop calling our guestroom a containment chamber, Master Bruce."), Bruce played the footage from the cave over and over again.

He knew Ancient Greek, of course he did. He learned both Ancient Greek during med school.

"It was filicide," the strange boy had said. "His father killed him."

"His father killed him."

"His father killed."

[milkybonya]

homework help

! : suggestive with a lot of kisses, minors dni

# : optional male bias x gn reader, established relationship, you visit your bf while he studies

[💌: reply 1988's junghwan had me all riled up for no reason.. wtf.... so i wrote this... oops... and i kept revisting it in my drafts until i finally decided to finish it up heh]

you open the door to his bedroom and there he is, back to you as he sits at his desk. his earbuds stop him from noticing your presence. it isn't until you gently stroke his soft hair that he quickly turns towards you, smiling before covering it up with a colder stare.

"y/n.. what're you doing here?" he asks.

"i just miss you... are you studying hard?" you ask, kissing his forehead.

he clears his throat as his ears turn red.

"mhm," he replies.

as you sit on his bed, next to his desk, he shyly reaches out to hold one of your hands in both of his.

"i don't wanna bother you. keep studying," you tell him.

he nods and turns back to his work. meanwhile, you lay in his bed and take in his scent, not so subtly staring at him as he works. he rests his chin on his palm and the way his delicate fingers wrap around his jaw and cheek make you feel warm. his lips are pouty as he calculates the math problems in his head before scribbling down an answer.

so focused he doesn't feel your eyes on him, its only when you kiss his squished cheek that he notices something is up.

"hm?"

"i... just think you're so gorgeous," you blurt out before you know what you're saying.

a smirk spreads across his face as he tilts his head while looking at you.

"i'm glad you think i'm attractive, baby," he said.

he takes one last look at his homework before getting out of his seat and moving towards you. he pins you to the bed, his sage green t-shirt hanging loosely off his shoulders and tickling the lower part of your exposed stomach. his lips place delicate, loving kisses all over your face. on your forehead, your eyelids, cheeks. his lips are soft, plump, and warm, and each time they press against you, you feel butterflies bubbling within.

you call his name and his eyes immediately meet yours. with hooded lids, he looks so lost in you right now. his eyes keep moving to your lips, and as soon as you gently touch the back of his neck, he closes the gap, kissing you passionately and make you feel warm inside.

he pulls away slowly, savouring every bit of you as you stroke his hair.

"i love you, y/n. i really really really do," he says in a low voice.

"i love you more, my angel," you say.

his exposed forehead makes him look so damn attractive, and you sit up slightly so you can kiss it. he shuts his eyes as you do, enjoying the feeling of your lips on him.

"what about your homework, love?"

he looks to the side at his desk, as if laying eyes on a long lost ex. then, he turns back to you.

"it can wait," he says, before kissing you again.

by the end of the night, he's tangled up with you on his bed. his head is laying on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair. he listens to you talk about whatever comes to your mind as he slowly drifts off to sleep, though he tries so hard to stay awake just to hear your precious voice.

less than an hour later, you're both asleep, your boyfriend's homework untouched. the only thing in his notebook is your name written in the margins from when he acted like he was hard at work as you watched him earlier. really, he was just thinking about you.

[poke-me-with-a-stick]

Chapter 25 of 'Artificial Wingman'!

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Enjoy!

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The living room wasn't much better than the rest of the building that Danny had seen, exposed beams and patchy drywall making up the walls, the only window shattered and replaced by a cloudy plastic sheet. The only furniture in the room was a moth-bitten couch, a ripped up blue arm chair, and a beat up looking coffee table. All in all though, it wasn't the worst place Danny had ever been.

Danny sat his tool kit down on the table before plopping himself down on the couch. "So," The teen looked up as Red Hood, now only donning his domino, walked into the room from a hall he hadn't seen when he walked in. "You got everything you need?"

Danny looked over the scraps and parts he had gathered, the glass tubes of ectoplasm tucked safely away in the pocket of his hoodie. Once again, he was kinda glad that most of the damage done was wires and cosmetic. If the trigger or the circuit boards had been injured, he wasn't completely sure that he would have been able to fix it as easily. "Yeah, this should be it. Its pretty amazing luck that more wasn't damaged." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he fiddled with one of the old, broken blasters, pulling it's wiring out.

"About how long do you think it'll take?" He asked, leaning over the back of the couch to look at the array of broken weaponry and spare parts. He reached over and picked up one of the pistol-looking blasters, making a vague noise of interest.

"Ah, I'm not quite sure..." Finally pulling the wires loose, the teen discarded the metallic shell of the blaster on the cushion beside him. "If I were to guess, though... I'd say anywhere between a few hours and two days?" Letting the wire drop into his lap, Danny turned to look at Jason. "It really depends on if I missed anything in my first look-over." He reached up and pulled the gun from him, smacking his hand lightly as he did. The man grumbled, but held his hands up in surrender as he straightened up, walking around the couch to perch on the edge of the arm chair.

"Hmm." Jason looked around, noticing for the first time that they were alone in the room. "Where did Jazz and the brat go?" He asked, turning around to eye the hall, like they would suddenly walk in when mentioned.

"Oh! They went back down to the Speeder to grab a few more things. I don't think I'll need anything else, but Jazz insisted." A small smile tipped the Halfa's lips upward. "I think Jazz just wanted an excuse to talk to him alone," he stage whispered, making Jason snort at his antics.

"Ah, so she's giving him the shovel talk?" Danny laughed outright at the mental image, sort of going off what he did when he tried to shovel talk Johnny. The image of Jazz glaring at a teen shorter than her, holding the Fenton Creep Stick(tm). When his laughter faded to giggles, Jason made a contemplative noise, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Y'know, this would probably be the perfect time to give you the shovel talk, wouldn't it?" Danny's giggles abruptly cut off as he choked on air, replaced by surprised coughing. "I mean, I am the only older brother present at the moment. It's technically my duty, isn't it?"

"I-it isn't like that!" Danny stuttered, struggling to get his breath back. "He's under a love potion!" Despite the teen's words, his face turned bright red. He ignored the way his core buzzed sadly at his own words.

Jason eyed him for a long moment. "...And how do you feel about that?" He asked carefully. "From what I've seen and heard so far, your always so quick to say that. To excuse D- Robin, but you never say anything about how you feel on the matter." Danny didn't know what to say to that, so he stayed quiet. They both let the silence between them stretch for a few minutes, but eventually Jason broke it. "Hey, I'm not usually the person who prompts 'emotional descusion', our family is held together by the fact that no one ever talks things out until they blowup in our face."

He stood and moved to sit down on the couch beside the teen, pushing the mess of mechanical parts to the side. Resting a hand on the teen's shoulder, Danny couldn't help but to look up at him. "You don't have to answer me, but think about yourself a bit. This family has enough miscommunication issues. I don't want you, or him, to get hurt because you don't know how you feel about this." They intense look faded, replaced by something vaguely amused. "But don't take my word for it. I'm just a guy that likes tasteful romance novels." With that, he stood up again. "Think about it, yeah? I'm gonna go find those two. Hopefully before The demon brat pulls a sword out of his ass or something." And he was gone, leaving Danny alone in the room again.

The Halfa chuckled at that, knowing it was meant to relieve the tension that had formed in the room, but he couldn't help the rock that had formed in his gut. 'How I feel about it...? How do I feel about this?' He had a lot to think about. And, with his project in hand and no one else around for the moment, he had plenty of time to dwell on it, too.

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"You seem rather infatuated with my brother." Jazz was trying to be casual as she said this, leaning against the side of the Speeder as Robin rummaged around, looking for anything Danny might find useful.

The teen poked his head out of the back seat, giving her what was probably a scathing look, but she couldn't really tell with the domino mask covering half his face. "...I would not call it an infatuation. I believe that I am genuinely 'in love' with him. Despite how much he objects that I am." He shook his head, ducking back in after a moment.

Jazz blinked. 'Okay. Danny really knows how to pick 'em, doesn't he?' Sighing, she runs a hand through her hair, wincing as she catches on a knot. Pulling her hand free from the auburn strands, she moves to sit on the door frame. "So, you don't think it's just the potion effects, then?" She asks, watching the teen pause where he was digging through one of the boxes. He shot her a look over his shoulder before he went back to digging.

He scoffed. "I am quite certain that my affections are my own. I know what it feels like for my emotions to be tampered with, and this truly isn't the same." He sat up and twisted to face her, scowl firmly in place.

"Okay," Jazz blinked, part of her slightly concerned about that fact. "So, you think the potion will have no effect on you, when you take it?" She noted the way he froze, just for a second, before he continued on like nothing had happened. She also noted that he didn't answer her at all. "You do have doubts, don't you?" She asked, not unkindly.

Air hissed through the teen's teeth in a "Tt" sound, his shoulders tensing as he roughly pushed the meticulously organized box away, grabbing another and jerking it towards him. "...Of course I have doubts." He said finally, his voice so low she wouldn't have heard it, if she wasn't liminal. "But they are just that, doubts. Errant thoughts of 'what if' that do nothing for me in the end." He sighed, the tension dropping from his shoulders slightly, and turned to face her. Crossing his legs, he met her gaze with a steady look.

"I admit that there may be a chance the potion will work the way it is intended, and that my adoration for your brother will disappear, as if it never existed." He took a deep breath, and Jazz could see him struggle with the thought. "At the same time, there is a very likely chance that nothing will change, and that my feelings will remain. I have given it a lot of thought, and at this time, I know which outcome I want to happen. So yes, of course I have doubts, but at the same time. What are doubts without hope? Without conviction?" Despite posing it as a question, he didn't give her a chance to respond before continuing. "I believe that nothing will change when I take that antidote, and I will continue to believe that until something does change."

The way he said his piece, with such certainty, had Jazz smiling at him. When she asked him to come down here and help her search for more spare parts, she had been expecting him to be stuck in a love-struck haze. She had been worried that he wouldn't be able to think about the logistics, to see it from a different standpoint. Or at worse, that he would be ignorant to everything but the love he felt towards her brother. But now, sitting here with him staring at her like he was awaiting her final judgment, she knew her fears were unfounded.

"Your a good kid." She told him, her smile growing wider as his stony indifference morphed into a half indignant, half proud expression. When he noticed her amusement, his scowl came back. Grumbling something about "Not being a child," he turned back to the boxes, going through them more gently, now that the tension was gone. Sighing, she let her smile drop as the second thing that had been on her mind popped up. "For your sake and Danny's, that your feelings don't change. It might be had to notice, 'cause he's a huge dork and he's always the last to realize that he had feelings for someone, but he really, really cares for you." A bittersweet feeling filled her, and she couldn't help the wistful smile. "I love my brother, and I don't want him to have to go through that heartbreak." She stood, heading for the stairwell.

"Oh, and by the way," She called over her shoulder, "I don't think there's anything else in there that Danny'll need!" She giggled as she heard his cry of outrage, hurrying up the stairs. Giggling, she was completely surprised when she ran into something solid halfway up the staircase. Gasping, she flung her arms out in an attempt to catch herself. At the same time, something wrapped around her waist, pulling her back up against the solid thing. Her arms wrapped around the mass, clutching tightly.

It took her a minute to realize that she wasn't falling. Cautiously, she opened her eyes. Then blinked in confusion. Her vision was taken up by a mixture of black and red, the solid thing warm where she was pressed up against it. The redhead let her eyes drift upwards, trailing from the red, to black, to tan, and eventually to the narrowed eyes of a domino mask. She couldn't help but to stare, dumbfounded, up at Jason.

He looked as startled as she was for a minute. Then he laughed, the action shaking her as his chest vibrated with the sound. "Hey there." He greeted her, "I didn't expect you to fall for me so soon." It took a second for both of them to register what he had said. Jazz let out a small giggle of her own at the cheesy line, her head still light from her near fall down the stairs. On the other hand, Jason was now blushing a bright red, the color so close to matching the red on his bat insignia.

"That w-was te-terrible." Jazz managed between her giggles. Still blushing, Jason joined her in laughing again.

"Yeah, it was. Not exactly my best line." He agreed, helping her stand up-right again. When their laughter had finally calmed down, he sighed. Leaning against the grime-covered wall of the stairwell, he cocked his head to the side. "So, what did you and the Brat talk about?" He asked.

Jazz sighed as well, brushing imaginary dust off her blouse. "We came to an understanding." She replied simply.

"An understanding, huh?"

"Yes." She nodded. "I wasn't sure that he was viewing the whole picture, but I was wrong." She smiled softly. "He has a much better grip on the situation than I thought he did." Sighing, she looked back to the man. "And you?"

"And me, what?" He asked, standing up again as she started to ascend the stairs once more.

"What did you and Danny talk about?" She couldn't help but giggle again, when she looked at him over her shoulder. The fact that he didn't think she would know... "It was a bit obvious that you wanted to talk to him. I figured you'd take the opportunity while both me and Robin were out of the room." She smirked at his shocked look. "Hey, don't forget that I'm an older sibling too." The redhead couldn't help but tease him a bit.

Jason was quiet for a moment. "Fair enough," he chuckled, nodding to her when she glanced back again. "I did talk to Danny," the man admitted. "I had my own concerns. Decided to pull his head outta his ass, and gave him something to think about." Before she could ask what he meant by that, the door at the bottom of the stairwell was flung open, hitting the wall with a loud thud. Jazz shrieked, dashing up the remaining stairs as Robin chased after her, giggling the whole way. Behind her, Jason laughed, the sound echoing loudly through the stairwell. "Better run!" He called after them, making the redhead laugh harder as she reached the door.

Skittering into the living room, Jazz practically flung herself behind the couch. Danny made a noise of surprise and confusion as Robin bounded after her. "What's going on?" Her sweet baby brother asked, his head whipping between her and the other teen. She giggled again, popping up from her hiding spot to rest her hands on his shoulders.

"Nothing's going on. Right, Robin?" She asked pointedly, grinning at the vigilante as he stood up straight. He glared at her, but didn't try to approach.

"...Right. There is nothing happening." Sending her one last scathing look, he took a seat in the arm chair. Danny didn't look convinced in the least, but he let it drop. Going back to his project, the two watched as he began soldering a wire into the gun's circuit.

"So," the teen started, not looking up as he reached for another wire, "did you find something we missed in the speeder?"

Jazz choked on a laugh, trying her best not to acknowledge the 'if looks could kill' glare that the teen vigilante was giving her. "It was as I had assumed," Robin answered, apparently opting to ignore Jazz for the time being. "We gathered everything you could possibly need, and left the rest. Now your sister is as assured of that fact as we are." Okay, maybe not ignoring her existence.

Jazz fought to keep a smile off her face. 'Danny really did know how to pick 'em.'

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(I know that there are probably some grammar and/or spelling mistakes, but it's okay because I tried my best!)

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[deepwithintheabyss]

Man, I wish I was isekaied into your wip, that sounds awesome

hehehhehehe yes

someone in a discord server said a sentence that wouldn't leave me alone and before I knew it I had typed out 450 words on my phone (I don't write on my phone) here have that 45o word snippet and know that I am writing more

"What is the Princess to good for that?" he hears Red say behind him. Hood wants to snap at him but he's completely caught of guard by the molten heat that settles in his groin. So he only manages to grate out an annoyed "Don't call me that" a sentence everyone knows not to say if you want to avoid more teasing. "What?" Red Robin taunts "A pretty little girl? Too good to do her job properly." Jason is glad for the fact that he isn't arrogant enough to go out without a cup, for how fast he's starting to fill it out with each new word that falls from Red Robins mouth. He wants to lash out, he wants to hear more of this. He needs to get his shit together and stop this now. Setting his hands on his hips is a reminder and a threat. Hes a big burly man with guns on his hips, he's the feared vigilante Red Hood, he's not going to be taken down by some mocking *nickname* of all. This time, when he hisses "Shut Up" Red Robin listens, maybe it's the threat of being shot, the way his voice cracks and the helmet garbles it out. Makes it sound more angry than he is. Or it's because Hood leaves immediately afterwards and Red doesn't even come to quip anything again. The words stay with him. He wants to forget them and brush it all off. But he can't ignore how they made heat pool in his belly, how the words sparked something in him that felt *good* and nice. Jason is a man, he knows he is a man. So he doesn't know why it's appealing to him, the thought of dressing up in pretty *feminine* things and to be called pretty for it. But, he isn't one to deny himself things that make him feel good. He grasps at them as hard as he can and cradles them close. For he does not get many good things. So it takes no time at all for him to buy some sheer thighs fit for his size and trying them on. Its awkward and weird and he doesn't like how the material pulls at his leg hair. but it's *perfect* and awesome and makes him feel pretty when he runs his hands down his legs and admires himself in the mirror. Pretty little feminine lace comes after. It takes longer for him to get over himself and buy it. It feels like a waste of money, something he can less justify as being possible needed on a mission in the future. But he still powers through. Admires the way it frames his pecs and makes then look more soft and round than they are. How the panties frame his bulge and accent his hips, even if the fabric digs a little too much in the fat there.

[clouseplayssims]

"A TRADITIONAL ITALIAN KITCHEN

Signor Giovanni, likes to eat outside, but a true Italian, as he is, likes to cook for his guests also, so he wish to design his kitchen around the stove and his ample wine collection. The kitchen he has to work with is large, since it covers most of the first floor of his villa. It is also an above ground basement, like most of the kitchens in its time, to preserve the coolness.

Entry door must be located near the staircase and you can also add one to access the pantry or into the garden outside. The designers must take into account that the red walls are buried into the ground, so can only have privacy windows."

Required:

Decorative, architecturally interesting kitchen set, homey/cozy (mix of cool/warm tones), customized hood above the stove, patterned backsplash, large stove and island, solid island chairs facing the stove, wine bar, wooden floors, beams, and columns." The inspiration images were varied, but I immediately thought of a set on MTS that would be perfect for this challenge.

As you can see I made sure to decorate the outside INTENSELY. Unfortunately, due to the windows I chose you don't see as much as I'd like. I couldn't justify including an image of just the view.

Isn't this set PERFECT? I wish there were more recolors because the cream wasn't my first choice (I wanted all dark woods) but I do think it at least added some balance to the overall color scheme. I picked simple white marble for the walls in this area as the backsplash was built into the custom hood.

There's plenty of plants, a cheeky fishvase, and a little bit of wine set out. Lots of clear jars to make cooking easier as you can see the ingredients.

From another angle you can see the huge pan holder on the ceiling, along with the patterned ceiling, the wooden floors, and the heavy dark wood chairs finished with leather.

I really love this wine wall. I figured that Signor Giovanni wouldn't just have wine at the official wine bar section of the room, but would also display his more treasured bottles like art for others to appreciate and admire. The side through the archway (which is a deco piece, not a wall!) just leads to a bit of storage as well as a sink. I like the idea that originally that was the kitchen and it has since been expanded with all of the windows so Signor Giovanni can properly admire his garden.

It's a lovely view, after all. You can see just a hint of the seating area outside. I included art in almost every frame because I felt like it was important to Signor Giovanni, and the mirror mimics the windows but allowed me to take some out so it wasn't a solid wall of windows.

Lastly, the wine bar! I figured simple was best and used the maxis wine bar, though there's also hanging glasses and more bottles stored above. I like to think Guidry is a distant, scandalous relative.

You can also see the coffee setup Signor Giovanni has because, well, the Italians I know are all very big into proper coffee.

I'm glad I made it through - seeing the other entries I feel like they're all so much cleaner and more like sets than homes. They're beautiful. I always end up injecting a bit of humor into my decorated spaces, like the telephone mirror, the fish, and the monkeys here.

BONUS:

The yard you basically can't see but dammit I decorated it!

[str8sub4domdudez]

Superboys Part One Excerpt -

Jason Todd explains Santa Claus :

"Hello everybody!" says Bruce, "Sorry we're late! How's the food?"

"The appetizers are great," says Jason, "I ordered you the salmon."

"No complaints here," says Bruce. "Hello, James, how are you this evening?"

"I'm doing okay. I don't quite understand all this but I had fun at the dunking booth. I put Santa in the water three times."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. But what about this do you not understand?"

"I guess just holidays in general. I know the common holidays, but some of this stuff is just very far-fetched. Even Superman can't visit every child in the world delivering gifts in one night. And what's with the flying reindeer? Is that a metaphor or a metadeer?"

"I could too!" huffs Clark.

"I know Santa isn't real, but Lex has been trying to rationalize it," says Hemlock. "Are all holidays about deceiving people? I know Thanksgiving is a load of horseshit. The actual history is a lot more violent and bloody than different peoples coming together for a feast. Europeans in colonial outposts were starving for three years, dying off and killing all the indigenous peoples around them so they could take their food. I think there was even cannibalism involved at some point."

"Lex," Bruce says with disappointment dripping from the name. "What did his programming include?"

"High school level American History, although I wouldn't be surprised if he learned some of that on his own. He does like to read. However the reality and non-reality of Santa was never touched on in his programming. That is entirely his conclusion."

"What makes you think Santa's not real?" Jay asks gently.

"It's just a story based on commercialized folklore. There's a big debate over whether Saint Nicholas was even a real person, but even if he was, he wasn't a 'jolly old elf'. Elves aren't real."

"Most people think Greek Gods aren't real, but I happen to know a daughter of Zeus," says Clark, "and Adonis here is a grandson of Apollo. Maybe some stories are fantastical but still based in truth."

"I still don't believe Santa's real," says Hemlock.

"You're right," says Jason, "He's not real. But the idea of him is. The concept that being good will reward you in the long run? That's real. The idea that working hard all year to bring happiness to others is worthwhile? That's real. While the person of Santa may not be factual, the idea of Santa is. That's why we have stories about him. To communicate the universal concepts of kindness and charity."

"What about Krampus?" says Hemlock, "What reality does he communicate?"

"He represents the idea that evil-doers will suffer for their crimes. Entire laws are made with that philosophy and so are some vigilantes."

"So Krampus punishing bad kids communicates realities like Red Hood punishing bad adults?"

Bruce looks horrified, but Jason and Jay laugh. "Yeah, Kiddo," says Jay. "Just like that. Batman too. He used to scare the adults more than anybody until your pops came along."

"Leave Batman out of this," says Bruce. "I'm sure he wouldn't like to be compared to a demon that flays the skin off children."

"Bad children," says Hemlock. "There's a big difference."

"Yes, one is a subcategory," says Lex. "Even 'bad' children deserve their day in court before judgement is determined. Isn't that right, Clark?"

"I'm uncomfortable with this conversation," says Clark.

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[threewaysdivided]

Hi!

Okay, first of all. I LOVE your blog (particularly you Danny Phantom tags). I didn't know this Phandom exist until about a month ago? and I've been having a blast here.

That's and there this one thing. Do you know anything about Duck shaped candle in the Phandom? It's a Fanon thing, right?

I found them in some stories (usually DC x DP fic that have people summoning Phantom) and I just think it's really cute.

Hi, and welcome to the Phandom!

I'm glad you're having fun on my tumblr 💚 A lot of the content in my Danny Phantom tag is reblogged from other users who make excellent stuff (fanfic, art, meta etc) so I heartily recommend checking out the blogs of the original posters to find more things you might like.

Now, as for your duck-shaped conundrum, I think I can give you an answer. It is purely a fanon thing, coming from the DC Comics crossover (DP x DC) space. Specifically, I believe it originates with this story from @noir-renard:

If You Give a Bat a Burger Gen (non-romantic) | Case-fic | Currently updating Strange things are going on in Gotham: A series of crimes linked only by a sentence uttered. A drug that no one seems to be selling, but lots of people are taking. An old enemy reborn, or someone pretending to be him. Graffiti that can't be photographed by normal means. Bartenders disappearing without a trace. John Constantine is also there. Danny wants nothing to do with any of it. He just wants to sell burgers and survive. Actually, he'd like to go home again, but since that isn't possible, he'll stick with burgers. Gotham's vigilante's have other plans. This is why Danny doesn't do favors.

Detouring away from the ducks for a moment, this is a very good elseworld-style crossover fanfic. It has a more traditional spirits-magic-hauntings-psychopomps take on Danny Phantom lore than canon and they use it to create a really cool urban-fantasy mystery setting for the characters. (If you've encountered the Ben Aaronovitch Rivers of London novels, this has a similar general vibe and aesthetic).

Our duck-candle friend first appears in Chapter 1 of IYGaBaB, where a reluctant Danny has it very insistently gifted to him by an amateur occultist, and is then quick to re-gift it to an injured Red Hood. As of the most recent published chapter, the duck-candle is floating in a bowl of water on Jason's nightstand and the rest of the Batfam are giving it little hats. Apparently the candle wards away spirits if burned but no-one wants to light Dr Quack on fire just yet.

Fandom being fandom, people latched onto it as a cute and funny concept, and so began the proliferation of the Red Duck Candle through the DP x DC community.

(This kind of wide-spread fanon lore is not at all unusual for the DP fandom, where a good 50% or more of the most widely accepted concepts are fan-creations at any given time. Ghost Obsessions? Danny as King? Summoning Rituals? Liminality? Ghost Hunger? Ghost Nip? Wes? All fanon.)

As for where the recent boom in DP x DC content came from, I'm not sure. DP x Other Superhero crossovers have had a fandom for a long time (I started writing my own DP x DC crossover fanfic back in 2015, when Teen Titans Animated, Miraculous Ladybug, the Early MCU and the original run of Young Justice Animated episodes were dominating), but it's really ramped up in the last year. I know there are a couple of popular prompt blogs and apparently a DPxDC-focused discord running at the movement, but as for which came first (the duck or the egg, one might say) I have no idea.

Either way, hope you have fun!

[moonfox281]

Hi Moon🌙, your pen is so beautiful, and to be honest with you, there days when the only thing that gives me the power to resume the day is your stories. I in love with Nightwing and Red hood in your writing, and I want you to know that someone across the sea always waiting for your update. English is not my first language 😊. Note: can please write a story about John and Jason take care of sick Dick 🙈

Thank you for such a beautiful heart-to-heart message. It always feels like a boost of energy getting to know that, at least, somewhere, my writting is making a small impact on someone.

And don't worry, English isn't my first language either. We're here talking anyway (´ ꒳` )

"101.4"

Dick pouted when Jason raised the thermometer to his head and forced him to look.

"No more patrol for you."

"But-"

"No but."

One night, one rain, and two hours soaking wet and cold. All of those were enough to knock Dick off his feet and bedridden him for the rest of the week.

Hated to admit, but this also might partly be Jason's fault. They shouldn't have screwed around in the shower after that, and now Dick was beet red and coughing his lungs out.

"Stay, pop." John crouched over and tugged the comforter up to Dick's neck. He had gotten so big over the years, but each time he hunched over their bed, half climbing in like wanting to join in their arms, he turned back to the little scrawny kid Jason fished out of Crime Alley that one late night.

"Get a mask, John. I'm contagious."

"I've lived on the street. Can't go down that easy."

Jason fist-bumped his boy and climbed over, joining in. They all ended up in a pile surrounding Dick. At least his husband wasn't complaining. Dick was always weak to heat, and John and Jason were practically two human heaters.

By the door, Beast came tapping his feet and claws down the wooden floor. He gave Jason those pleading eyes, whinny huffs when circling around the bed. Jason, who came up with the strict rule of not sleeping on the bed. His forth stayed strong until John started kicked his legs and Jason nodded his head, letting the dog jumped on the end of their bed and made his home there.

For the first time in forever, he was glad their bed was massive.

"Don't you boys have somewhere to go? A school to attend? A crime organization to run, perhaps?"

"I'll skip class."

"No you won't."

"I'll cancel today."

"No you won't either."

Jason fixed his place by Dick's side. He ran hotter with a fever, cheeks rose and lips red. Blue eyes sparkles on the verse of tears after each series of aggressive coughs.

He knew how to rile him up even when bed sick. Jason rolled over uncomfortably in his suit, clumsy with where to put his hands and feet. He dreaded to pull Dick closer but also not too close.

"You wear the set I gave you last Christmas." said Dick with his hands ran along the length of Jason's suit and tie. Bony fingers tuck underneath the waistcoat, down to his dress shirt and warm over the centre of his chest.

"It must be something important. You should go."

"Nothing is more important than you."

"That's not what a crime lord should say."

Jason snorted, "That's not how a husband should reply."

Dick stretched and hiked up in his arms and elbow, pulling Jason's by the tie and crawl fingers on his neck. He moved as he liked, had fun toying with people's hearts. Jason's heart in particular.

"Take John to school and go to your meeting. I'll call Jeff up."

"Nice, why don't you ring Slade over to join as well. Maybe Roy too. He'll come running a city away with champagne and flowers."

"What's with you and the people I know?"

"I don't know, what's with you and men who are eager to get in your pants?"

"Asshole."

"Your asshole," he shoved his ringed finger up and at Dick's face, "Forever!"

Dick laughed hard and it felt good to make Dick laughed in such an earnest, banal way. Even though his lungs quickly regretted it and pulled out a string of violent coughs and sneezes that left him breathless and sweaty.

John perked up from where he laid by Dick's side, "I'll got get some warm water." He was quick to his feet, hop off the bed and soon enough, they heard him clattering around in the kitchen all the way from the bedroom.

"He loves you."

"I know." admitted Dick, all swoon and putty against the impact of their son's silent affection.

"We loves you."

"I know."

"I love you."

"I know." Dick's head turned to look at him, "I love you too."

"No, you don't get it." Jason climbed over and let Dick flopped down mattress from where he leaned on him earlier.

With both hands planted by Dick's head, it was so painfully obvious how different their sizes was. Dick wasn't small but he wasn't particularly big either, but Jason? Jason was a fucking giant. And he took full advantage of his physic.

"I love you." He exclaimed again, placing his big palm down Dick's heaving chest, and pressed until Dick coughed out again. "I love you. So don't fucking die on me."

It felt nice to have Dick all ruffled up underneath him, to have the mattress sunk under his weight and Dick looked up at him with sparking blue eyes, rosy cheeks and sweaty skin.

And it felt like some certain screws must be running loose in Jason's head for him to think of a sick person this way. But since when normality was in the Bat-kin bio? None of them was supposed to be normal. Same went for the grinning devil under his mass.

Sick or well, Dick was a fucking pandora box to not be poked. He wrapped his legs around Jason's waist and- Christ all mighty- turned the table. Jason went down with a painful creak of the bed, arms and legs, muscle and guns. None mattered with a Dick Grasyon in a milky wool cardigan and sweatpants, tousled hair and shimmering in golden light, straddled him right on the crotch.

Jason found himself praising the Lord, he wasn't even religious, he just found the need to thank some god for letting him crawl out of his grave to eventually crawl into this holy man's bed.

"Don't get cocky."

"Yes sir." came out instinctively, trembly like a fucking hoarse chicken.

"Drive John to school, and when you both get back, get me some cough syrup."

Dick trailed his hand down Jason's tie, pulled it, jerked him off the bed, and automatically, his hands found their way on Dick's hips to lock their bodies tight against one and another.

"I won't die. At least not until I'm the death of you."

"Y-yes."

"What?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy."

If Jason could see his own face now, he must look fucking stupid. But there wasn't something wrong, because this was Dick fucking Grayson. And Dick fucking Grayson was straddling his thighs and hooking his fingers in the short ends of Jason's hair.

At the door, John stood dumbfounded, water in hands, barefoot against the floor and mouth agape.

"Go to school, chump."

"Yes, sir."

This was Dick fucking Grayson.

[aceofshitposts]

Congratulations on the increase of your followers 😘😘😘😘 how about JayTim with Dick realizing he sent Tim to Jason after battle for the cowl? Like, right when he left the cave, he went to find Jason and managed to drag him with him in the journey.

quick shoutout to @yasmindifference who just posted that 'be my robin' snippet so now i'm just thinking about THAT as hard as i can cuz like mm chef's kiss perfect interaction between jay and tim so here's uh my little twist :)

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"Be my Robin."

"No. You should be mine, instead."

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It takes Dick about three weeks to realize he hasn't seen hide nor hair of Tim or Jason since inheriting the cowl. Between wrangling Damian and trying to clean up the aftermath of Bruce's death, he can't hide from the fact he's let the two of them slip through the cracks.

"Hey, O? Have you heard from Hood or, uh," he falters slightly, realizing he isn't sure what callsign to use for Tim, "T, recently?"

"Not since the Gun Batman incident," Oracle intones, a mechanical sigh reaching through the coms. "You want me to look for them?"

"Yeah, thanks O."

"Mhm. There's been gunshots fired over by the First Bank of Gotham on 23rd."

And just like that Dick is back to being Batman.

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"I can't find them, either of them."

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Months. Months of no contact when Tim and Jason quite literally explode back into Gotham. Not that Dick knows what's going on, because he doesn't except that the city is crawling with League ninjas. Fantastic.

No time to dwell on his two missing siblings being back in town, both sporting some new costumes Dick notices idly, when Batman has a job to do.

The sun is just threatening to peak of the horizon by the time the night is over and Dick manages to track Jason and Tim down to a rooftop where both are sprawled out on the concrete. Tim's costume is closer to a Batgirl costume in style, although all the accents are emblazed in white rather than a yellow or purple. Little bat ear horns peak out from under his much longer than Dick remembers hair.

Jason's costume, Dick remembers most of it. Red Robin. A mantle he took up briefly before his untimely demise. Some of the elements have been swapped for a mixture between the Red Robin costume Dick remembers and the Red Hood, like the sleek black helmet currently sitting beside Jason, the visor vaguely reminiscent of a bird's beak.

"I see you two are getting along."

Tim sits up at Dick's announcement, propping himself up on one elbow to watch him approach. From beside Tim, Dick hears Jason snort.

"No thanks to you."

Tim reaches over and bodily elbows Jason in the stomach. Jason barely grunts.

"To what do we owe the pleasure, Batman?" Tim asks briskly, all business. It hurts, just a little.

Dick pauses. Jason is openly staring at him with contempt, okay, he probably deserves that; while the white lenses of Tim's mask give nothing away. There's so many things Dick wants to ask, where were you, what were you doing, what just happened, but instead he opens his mouth and says, "I'm glad you're okay. Both of you."

"Thank you for the concern." Tim's mouth tugs into a frown, the half face mask doing nothing to conceal it. "The League won't be a problem for a while."

Jason snickers. "Yeah, 'specially since you blew up half their bases."

Tim elbows Jason again, which only makes him laugh harder. It's... a far cry from the last time Dick saw the two of them. When Jason was constantly, and literally, at Tim's throat.

"Will you be around...?" Dick tries not to sound too desperate. Tim and Jason had already proven their proclivity for dropping off the map at a moments notice, even escaping Oracle's all seeing eyes. He just hopes they won't be doing it again. At least, not so soon.

"I think we'll be around for a while," Tim says, tilting his head towards Jason who nods. "It's Echo, now, by the way."

"And Red Robin," Jason says dispassionately from where he's lying down, giving a two fingered salute to the lightening sky.

Dick takes that as his cue to leave, giving Tim a brisk nod and grappling away to head back to the Batmobile. He looks over his shoulder as he goes, just barely catching the sight of Jason sitting up and leaning into Tim's space and.

Oh.

Looks like Jason is still at Tim's neck.

He turns his head back ahead. There will be time for processing that particular piece of the puzzle later.

[ieatadoptmepets]

It's been way more than two hours but I kept falling asleep during the episodes (it wasn't boring I just have depression)

Spoilers here for episodes 10 and 11 (mainly Jason in ep 11)

Jason coming back was awesome, I love the reveal and how it was done. I love the continuation of the previous Robin passing the torch to the next. Jason is working to redeem himself and it's great. He's also way more grown up now which I didn't think was possible but I'm all for. Him training tim is just absolutely golden. I also noticed some of the stuff in the training warm up montage parallels to dick making him train with gar and rachel with some of their senses limited, and him being completely against it calling it stupid. I didn't realize until the end that Venta was a cover for tim to go meet Jason and get his guidance which I love so much, I love what Jason and dick's relationship has become. Hope for Jason to get with the team again is pretty much lost which is sad but it's a good ending for the way he turned out. I'm kinda sad though, they hyped this up to be much more than just a cameo.

But what I love so much is that Jason is still red hood, reclaiming the mantle and using the suit. You'd think he'd be done with that and any vigilante work but he still does it and he does good. Definitely he needs therapy because continuing like this isn't good for him and it's most definitely triggering to put on that suit over and over again, again, but I'm glad they showed that he actually is good. I think Jason has the best character development/arc and even just development in his story in general, they really took care for it.

It must be really liberating for Jason to successfully grant passage for the new robin and to say that he'll be a better one than him, but I hope he gets to get something from the other titans. Let dick say something to him in person. Let Donna give him a hug and gar act all buddy buddy as per usual because he's always somehow known the true Jason despite not really being good friends before red hood.

Let Dawn come here and see him and it be emotionally grey because she sees how he's redeemed himself and knows he feels remorse, that it was more Crane who killed hank than him, but that she still feels those feelings for him for killing him.

Let him talk to Bruce if he hasn't already. Let them repair that relationship and not be a solo act for the rest of their lives (because really, Bruce will kick the bucket at some point and Jason will feel horrible for not doing something sooner)

Just let me in the writers room at this point I'll just make a spin off for jason

[redhoodinternaldialectical]

Thank you so much for the Jason review rec list! It motivates me to start reading his comics, tbh. It helps tremendously that you put so many details of his characterization in it, because it prepares me of the way hes written in it! :D I do have a question, which is: in your opinion, which of runs have the most consistent writing/characterization? Ive heard that hes written.. very inconsistently bcs they dont know how to write him (wont let him be an anti-hero or challenge batman, which also brings me to another question on what counts as his true characterization; is it him before the n52 reboot?) Thank you!

I'm really glad to hear that! I hope you have lots of fun exploring Jason comics :D

Wow are both of those questions very difficult to answer! But I shall do my best to under the cut!

Most runs are very internally consistent with regards to his characterization. Jason will stay mostly the same throughout the run, or have an actual character arc that keeps him feeling like the same character throughout.

Batman and Robin (2009) is a notable because Jason is written by two different authors in it, and Grant Morrison's Jason and Judd Winick's Jason have very different vibes.

What people usually mean when they say he's written inconsistently is that every author has a different take on what Jason should be like, and they all have a different idea about what kind of story they want to tell using him.

Judd Winick read Hush and thought something along the lines of "Wow this story would have been so much better if Jason had actually been the one behind everything that happened here!" and so he wrote Under the Red Hood, and made Jason into Evil Batman: someone with all of Batman's methods and techniques, yet without the commitment not to kill and with a serious thirst for vengeance.

Grant Morrison wanted a much more traditional Batman villain. Villains who blame Bruce for all their problems despite Bruce not actually being at fault and then killing people about it are pretty common. Morrison took that idea and used Jason to fit this mold in a new era where Bruce was gone and Dick Grayson took up the Batman mantle.

Scott Lobdell wanted a story about redemption and healing and family. So Jason gets repeatedly paired with other people to care for or to love and shown parallels in his own life that force him to confront his own unwillingness to forgive and become a much, much gentler person.

The authors of The Man Who Stopped Laughing were faced with the challenge of finding a suitable antagonist for the Joker. Jason is a character with enough of a violent streak to actually be menacing to the embodiment of all evil that is the Joker. But that requires bringing out that murderous streak, and thereby countering Lobdell's characterization.

Which of these is the true characterization?

None of them.

All of them.

One True Characterization can't exist in comics. Especially not DC comics which has a policy of almost routinely destroying their entire multiverse and building it back up from scratch.

Every character's personality is an aggregate of all the different stories that have been told about them. Those stories are told by dozens of different people, in a constantly shifting setting, full of characters who are also written by dozens of different people. What is and isn't canon changes constantly. All you can do is read a bunch of comics and get the general vibe of a character from that.

Jason's characterizations in particular have been so widely different that it's hard to figure out what exactly you should count as being true to him.

The reason many people may point to pre-new52 comics as 'true' characterization is that an important part of characterizing is keeping in mind the events the character has gone through and how those might impact their thinking and worldview. During the time span of around 1980-2009 DC comics were written such that it was pretty easy to make a timeline of events for any given character. Post-new52 I and many others find it nearly impossible to tell what history any of the characters have.

In between 2009 and now there have been at least two or three reboots. So, for any comic passed 2009 here is a list of questions about Jason that I can't answer:

Has Jason ever been to prison?

Did Jason fight Tim in Titan's Tower?

Was the Red Robin identity originally held by Jason?

Did Jason ever attempt to be Batman?

Has Jason actually stabbed Tim before?

Did Jason ever shoot Damian and Dick?

Does Jason remember the time he spent multiverse hopping with Donna Troy and Kyle Raynor?

Did he ever have tentacles?

Does he know that Dick has killed people? For that matter: Has Dick killed anyone?? Did Blockbuster ever exist??? Is that time he killed the Joker counted as canon still????

Did Jason ever kidnap Mia Dearden?

How many people has Jason killed? I can't even tell you if he's killed less or more than 100

Did the All-Caste thing happen?? Did Lost Days happen???

Was he involved in Hush?

These are really important questions! The list does not stop there either!

This uncertainty does not invalidate the newer comics, but the nature of the reboots does mean that the already difficult task of getting a 'true Jason' is impossible. You have to take every reboot as a reboot, meaning that new-52 Jason and Rebirth Jason and 2005-2009 Jason are literally alternate universe versions of each other. This is both true on a meta level, and has been written into the canon of the fictional world he lives in. Arguing that one is more real than the other is futile.

(Though it does mean that if you want a stable timeline, starting with 2005-2009 era comics is a good idea. It's easier to follow along with what is supposed to have happened and when. It also contains the majority of the events that fandom likes to play off of.)

The versions I like best reside mostly in the 2005-2009 era, and that's true for most of the other Jason fans that I follow on Tumblr, but I know of a few blogs who much prefer Rebirth Jason and neither of us can definitively prove that one Jason or the other is more valid or canon or true or whatever.

Most arguments about which Jason is the true Jason will just come down to personal preference anyways. Many, many people could write essays, pulling up sources and comic panels, to argue very effectively that I'm wrong about Brothers In Blood and Batman and Robin (2009) #1-#6 being in character for him. That's okay. It's cool even! The fact that he is messy and complicated and can be interpreted so many different ways is great! As you read, you'll find out which versions appeal to you best and they might be very different than mine!

My biggest advice is to read each author's rendition of Jason with an open mind, and an open heart, and just see if you like it!

Don't worry about searching out the real Jason. Just vibe with the stories that have been made about him and think about how each appeals or doesn't appeal to you. If you start reading, you'll develop an understanding of him. Your personal interactions with the art/stories will always be more valuable than figuring out the fan or authorial consensus about him.

[fireemblems24]

Engage 9 - 11

Spoilers and thoughts below the cut. Pretty big spoilers for the story this time.

You know it's a good sign when I'm already making plans for the next playthrough. I still want to finish Three Hopes, but Engage is so much fun to play, and there's already so many things I want to do differently to optimize more.

Alcryst and Celine's C support was pretty deep for a C support. They bonded over worrying about their older brothers dying.

Chloe is such a hopeless romantic.

I sense Louis and Chloe may have a romantic leaning support. She understands his ways and he finds her interesting. Their hobbies overlap. He said some stuff that could easily sway romantic is anyone but Louis was saying it . . .

Alfred is so fucking precious, omg. It's so funny remembering people were suspicious of him after his official art was released. Like, I doubt it would even occur to this guy to do something shady or devious. His and Yukana's support started pretty good.

One of my favorite things about Alear is that she's not stupid. Sure, the MC is very basic and generically heroic, but isn't annoying either. Doesn't rush into battle. Isn't irritatingly naïve, etc . . . It's nice.

I'd really like to know more about why Brodia keeps invading the mage country. They said some generic stuff about the mages wanting to wake the fell dragon up, but I hope there's more too it than that.

Oh, shocking, the Brodian king dies (is dying, got shot by that baddie). I'm so surprised. Parents. Dying in my Fire Emblem?

I have a feeling Ivy will be recruitable soon. All her retainers felt guilt fighting the divine dragon, and now her dad left her here to just die. She also lost her ring to us, so that's probably lowered her status on the enemy side too. She also offered her allies a chance to retreat. Definitely doesn't seem evil.

Found Citrinne and Diamant's support interesting. Diamant says he doesn't plan on waging wars when he's king. He acknowledges that it's good for his nobles because it makes them rich, but otherwise is something he wants to avoid. Citrinne supports this and seems to have some kind of diplomatic/messenger role in Brodia.

One of Alfred's talents is making flower garlands 😊. Pretty sure I'm picking him for my S-Support. He's just too adorable, plus I think he and Alear work. Right away he offered friendship and help, and they just have compatible personalities.

Forget Alfred being Dimitri's child, Dimitri is Alfred and Diamant's child. Like he is a bit like both of them smashed together.

Ok, I'm worried. Marth told me I need to stock up on supplies before ch 10 started. This reeks of back-to-back chapters.

I want Rosado on my team so bad already. And Hortensia is not annoying me anymore. She seems honestly worried about Ivy and seems to have no idea what her father is up too.

The artwork for all the places in this game are gorgeous.

Another parent bites the dust. The Brodian king got corrupted. I feel bad for the two brothers.

I made Alcryst attack his own dad. The dialogue made me feel so guilty. It made me feel much worse than Diamant's, until his second half. Alcryst is really growing me as a character too.

Glad the good guys actually tried to kill the villain even though he begged for mercy. That mysterious hooded person showed up (bet it's that girl Alear keeps talking too who had chains on her legs). Also bet it's brainwashing thing. Edit: At least 1/2 guesses right. Ok, probably 2/2 right since this version has never spoken to Alear.

Fell dragon about to eat the king lamo. Literally ate him in a cut scene lol.

Ok, so the 4 wolves are 3 unhinged people and the old guy, who is either a Camus or recruitable later.

Oh. Shit. We just lost the rings. Honestly, I'm more upset seeing all my old protagonists getting turned evil against their will than losing them in gameplay. To be honest, I didn't use them THAT much. It hurts way worse seeing red Marth, Sigurd, Celica, Micaiah, Roy, and Lief.

Losing the Time Crystal. THAT hurts like shit.

Our team took a major L. Honestly, good. 3H's storyline blows this one out of the water, but part of the issue with it was that Edelgard always got her ass kicked except in CF where you just romped over everyone as easily as everyone railroaded over her.

I'm really regretting bringing Citrine and Amber right about now. They're dead weight compared to everyone else who more or less can handle themselves with Alfred, Celine, and Yukana being neigh unkillable at this point.

Fuck yeah! Ivy is here to help me out. And her retainers.

She brought rings. She brought the time turning thingy. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Thank GOD. It's annoying as fuck to reset an entire chapter over a misclick or something and I can't ever let anyone die. I literally think I allowed one person to die the entire time I've played Fire Emblem lol, and this was before turnback was ever a thing too. Zelkov is my new favorite for this. I could kiss him.

Ah!!!! Lyn. And Lucina 😭😭😭😭😭 My girls. 😭😭😭 Lamo, Alear confused Lucina for Marth.

Ok, that chapter was a lot easier than I thought it would be. I stopped after ch 10 yesterday and was wondering about 11, but not too bad. So far, the difficulty balance in this game is pretty good.

Ivy MVP. Happy to have her after that.

Alear, Alcryst, and Diamant all being like "I'm sorry. It's my fault!" Ivy being like "kinda is a bit my fault." Meanwhile Alfred is just awkwardly sitting here being like . . . "I'm the only who didn't make a dumb call here."

I like seeing Alcryst get angry with Ivy. It seems so human. I like the royal characters so far a lot, except Hortensia but she's growing on me. I just wish Celine also got more attention.

This kinda feels a bit like the end of a part 1.