#im still figuring out Ivy’s outfit

[arabriddler]

Um. Introducing an oc. Their name is bug and they take care of the bugs in Ivy’s garden

[mydollsaregay]

im currently in the process of upgrading my dollhouse lighting, so the current atmosphere of the dollhouse isn’t inspiring me to take pics. however, all the lovely photos of everyone’s dolls in their costumes inspired me to take a few quick photos before I started changing all the outfits for winter gear.

i haven’t really been posting anything lately, but I’ve still been living my best doll life. I had a ton of fun figuring out costumes for (mostly) everyone. I even did a bit of sewing! I altered quite a few princess dresses and even sewed a batgirl cape for ivy!!

[itsdappleagain]

tis time for the need for speed caper!

notes under the cut as always

if you saw my boston tea party caper post you will already know that this is not my favorite episode. potentially one of my least favorites in the season. still has some fantastic moments though, and I'm excited anyway!

cool foreshadowing for next ep with neal. bellum likes him

THE WAY BRUNT'S FACE LIGHTS UP WHEN MECH WALKS IN

these bitches really ARE gay

THE SIGHS AND FORCED POLITE GREETINGS ARE SO FUCKING FUNNY

i love how snarly they animate mech's face. her lip is curled or her nose is wrinkled

poor mechanic. so british it hurts a little bit

a choice of playdates 😭

cs: you can work remotely from my latop! the season being released in 2019: 👁️👄👁️

god why do they always make carmen's hottest and most showstopping outfits only get like a minute of screentime

the complete 180 from barfing at fish to proclaiming his love for a vile operative. fantastic

also mmmmmmmmmmmmmm the driver is a fantastic character. she's set up just enough w/ the green outfit and the mechanic letting us know that there's an operative already in dubai. plus she's milking trey without anyone suspecting a thing. she's so cool. imagine having to play dumb about your specialty for this arrogant little white boy

anyway trey sterlings little earrings

bonus points for how the driver only smiles when trey is looking at her

im a duke and ivy's a rocket scientist wheeze

god that cape on carmen is everything

who voices sterling sterling

okay 1. daddy sterling 2. ITS MR GROUPER FROM BUBBLE GUPPIES JIDSHH. he's been in a ton of shit. soggy joe from amphibia, benzo in arcane, phineas and ferb and a lot of stuff as the amazing hulk. i wonder why they had him do the role GOOD LORD THIS GUY HAS BEEN IN A LOT OF STUFF

so has trey's va

and then the driver throws herself on trey as soon as she confirms that he's the one driving its so good

love how trey uses the wrong names just to be a dick

not entirely sure why zack and ivy went to the party at all when they could have just gone with carmen but whatever

ah, the part of the episode which makes me hate it. zack acting like a homicidal toddler

carmen and the fastest change of clothes in the world

i love how ivy is just glaring at him the whole time

my favorite part about cs being a kid's show is that when characters get arrested the cops just stand there really menacingly because they can't point guns at anyone who isn't dexter wolfe

i love the next few episodes of player and shadowsan bonding/gaining trust with each other tho

i love when carmen gets pissed off about stuff

i also like seeing how on edge she is- flattening herself against the wall on the roof when a car goes by and stuff because she's trying to figure out how she's going to get them out of jail

i love her

HAHA okay i do love to see carmen yell at them because its SO emotive and GOOD but also IVY DID NOTHING WRONG SHE GETS THE SHORT END OF THE STICK

what was possibly worth risking your necks and mine and giving VILE a chance to win RNGRH its such a good line to show carmen's mentality. we see it in stockholm a little too with how she would almost literally rather die than let VILE win

how do they get home

mmmm this show is awesome with the setup for the driver

why would zack and ivy be knocking on his door if they knew he was supposed to be driving the car btw

man this show really tried to go for more refined themes in the depths of the episode. its implied that the driver seduced trey in his trailer and then stole all of his shit once he was undressed but obviously they can't do anything else with it but imply

NO WAY DID THAT CAR STOP THAT FAST BJSDJDGJH

i love how mad carmen is about literally everything in this episode she just snarls about things

PLS THEY JUST STOLE SOME MORE SCHMUCKS CAR

the motorcycle driving animation is so slick though

the driver is underrated actually im realizing

HAHAHA CARMEN'S ANNOYED LITTLE LOOK

i LOVE the animation of the car speeding up to rocket mode its so cool

you can hear the tires squeal every time carmen/the sibs turn their vehicles around

carmen sandiego tragically dies in a 60 mile per hour head on collision atop a parking garage

"whats she going to do, give us both a piggyback ride?" carmen five seconds later:

split up gang! lets look for clues

GIGANTIC AUTOPILOT BUTTON <3

carmen's hips. thank god for this shot

also i love the implication that carmen was just dramatically positioning herself against the wall and waiting for the driver to turn around

i love this fight scene with carmen and the driver btw its good. they are pretty evenly matched

uhhh...where in time is carmen sandiego?

i also love the driver v carmen fight because they are like. clawing at each other. just brawling

those are the fighting moves of a bitch who has been mad ALLLL day and needs to take it out on someone

ivy constantly being terrified of zack's driving because she's seen him flip the car completely upside down before is my favorite

SEEN SOME SHIT

asami is that you

boston tea party and need for speed are truly a two part episode

i love frames of carmen jumping off things before she deploys her glider

she's literally so hot. also her forearm is disconnected from her elbow

THE GLARE DADDY STERLING GIVES HIM SHDGSDS

who still talked to carmen about a headquarters after she screamed "WE'LL CONTINUE TO DO SO WITHOUT A HEADQUARTERS" into the phone and then hung up in a fit of rage because i wouldnt have

yeah they tried to fake us out didn't they

we got to see that workshop in s4 when carmen was brainwashed..

THE FLIGHT TIME FROM SAN DIEGO TO MOSCOW IS 21 HOURS NO WAY DID THEY MAKE IT IF IT WAS HAPPENING TOMORROW MSGDJKDGJDS

I KNOW A PLACE i love shadowsan

alright theres need for speed. im going to try to crunch out crackle goes kiwi maybe tonight but we'll see how it goes lol

[marauderundercover]

Taking Chances Ch. 18: Girl’s Night (Heroes/Villains)

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Teleporting back into her room in Gotham, Marinette flops onto her bed. Passing Kaalki sugar cubes and Tikki a cookie, she suppresses the urge to scream into her pillow. She was sick and tired of Hawkmoth. Sick and tired of being the one who has to fix everything. She just wanted one week with no Hawkmoth, no akuma attacks. But no. Of course not. Of course he just had to send out a stupid akuma every single day. Because why not. How’re people supposed to know he’s still being the main villain of Paris if he takes a freaking day off? Once she finds out who he is, she’s going to punch him in his stupid face. A knock on her door pulls her from her plotting ways to get back at Hawkmoth. 

“Come in.” She sighs, sitting up and forcing a tired smile on her face. 

“Marinette, your father wanted-” Selina starts, pausing as she looks her over. “Come on kitten, we’re having a girls day.” She says. Marinette raises an eyebrow. Sure she’d met Selina before, but they hadn’t really hung out yet. 

“What?” She asks. 

“You look exhausted and angry, sweetheart. Spending too much time with these boys isn’t going to help. So you’re gonna grab anything you need for an overnight trip and we’re going to go watch movies and eat junk food til we’re sick.” Selina instructs. Marinette grins, jumping up and shoving stuff into her backpack. She puts Kaalki’s glasses into her purse and lets her and Tikki fly in before she turns to Selina. 

“Ready!” She says, practically bouncing up and down in excitement. It’d been ages since she’d had a girls day with anyone. She was so ready to just take a break and be silly. 

“Well come on then. Harley and Ivy are going to adore you.” Selina says, slinging her arm around Marinette’s shoulders. Somehow, they manage to not see anyone on the way to Selina’s car. Which is weird, but it is a weekday so everyone probably had something to do besides sit around the manor. Pulling away from the manor, Selina flips on the radio, the new Jagged Stone song blasting full volume.

“Nice taste in music.” Marinette says with a wide grin. Selina smirks. 

“I have to like the man at least a little, his designer is one of my kids after all.” She says. Marinette smiles, a warm feeling flooding through her. Selina didn’t have to accept her with open arms, she didn’t have to treat her like she was her own daughter. But she did, and Marinette was so thankful for that. Thankful that even so far away from her Maman, she still had a Mom there for her. The two nod along to the music, scream singing the chorus together as the car pulls to a stop in front of an apartment building. Marinette glances at the building, suddenly nervous. Would Harley and Ivy like her? Or would they just tolerate her for Selina. 

“Don’t make yourself nervous, sweetheart. Harley and Ivy are two of the sweetest people I know. They’re gonna love you.” Selina says reassuringly, reaching over and squeezing Marinette’s shoulder. Marinette lets out a breath before nodding. 

“Okay, let’s go.” She says, grabbing her bag and jumping out of the car. She follows closely behind Selina, not wanting to give anyone the chance to get between them. You could never be too careful in Gotham. They walk into the building and go straight into the elevator, Selina pushing the button and leaning up against the wall while they wait. Marinette bounces on the balls of her feet, excitement and nerves bundling together. The second the elevator stops, Marinette’s out, following Selina down the hall. She pulls out a key, winking at Marinette before turning and unlocking the door. 

“Honey, I’m home!” She calls, and Marinette’s jaw drops. The apartment was quite literally covered in plants and vines. They were beautiful. She grins as one of the vines near her leans towards her, a small flower blooming at the end of it. 

“And who did you bring with you?” A tall woman with red hair asks, walking into the room. The designer inside of Marinette instantly has a million questions about the woman’s outfit. It seemed to be made entirely of plants, but she could also tell that they were still alive. She had no idea how the woman had managed that, but she guessed that it was something that couldn’t be replicated for someone else. 

“I’m Marinette. Nice to meet you!” She says with a wide smile. The woman, who Marinette assumes is Ivy, grins back. 

“Nice to meet you, Flower. I see you’ve already made a friend.” She says, gesturing to the vine which was now wrapped around Marinette’s wrist. Marinette giggles. 

“Well, I was hoping they liked me and that’s what this was. I have a garden back in Paris, and I’d hate to find out plants actually hate me.” She says. Ivy shakes her head. 

“No worries there. They adore you, it’s a little odd if I’m honest.” Ivy says, dodging Selina who tries to flick her. 

“Did I hear Selina?” Another voice asks, a short blonde woman walking into the room. Her hair was short and choppy, the small pigtails at the top of her head dyed pink. Marinette grinned at the woman’s outfit- a Gotham Amusement Pier t-shirt, Batman pajama pants, and hot pink fuzzy socks. She wondered if her dad knows that Harley Quinn has Batman pj pants….probably not. 

“Yes, with a guest.” Selina says, plopping onto the couch and gesturing over to Marinette, who was still standing by her new vine friend. 

“Hi! I’m Marinette, it’s nice to meet you.” She says, smiling and waving with her free hand. Ivy whispers something and the vine squeezes a bit before letting go, letting her move away from the door. 

“Well aren’t ya just the cutest!” Harley squeals, running forward and giving her a big hug. “Didjya finally join your boytoy’s adopting habits?” Harley adds, still clutching onto Marinette. Selina snorts. 

“No, he beat me to her. But she’s definitely mine, too.” She says, making Marinette’s face turn red. Harley coos at her, ruffling her hair before stepping back. 

“So what brings ya here? Get annoyed with Bats already?” Harley asks. Marinette blinks in shock. Harley knows? She thinks about it for a minute, and realizes it just makes sense. They’d been fighting long enough and then he started his relationship with Selina, who was one of Harley’s best friends. It just made sense that Harley (who was extremely smart) would put two and two together. 

“No, just thought that Mari could use a girl’s day. She’s been stuck with just the boys for over a week.” Selina explains. Harley gasps. 

“The horror!” She says, making Marinette giggle. “Come on pumpkin, I’ve got the comfiest jammies ever. Oooo, and we can paint our nails! Ivy, find the movies, Selina, you’re on snacks. This is gonna be so much fun!” Harley orders, grabbing Marinette’s hand and tugging her along to one of the bedrooms, Selina’s laugh echoing throughout the apartment. 

“I did bring pjs, ma’am.” Marinette says, once Harley stops tugging her and starts searching through a drawer. 

“Bet that can’t be comfier than the ones I’ve got for ya! And call me Harley kiddo, or Auntie Harley if ya wanna.” She says, looking up from the drawer to smile widely. She looks back and cheers in victory, pulling out a pair of bright red pajama pants. Marinette snorts when she notices the logo all over the pants. 

“Really?” She asks, giggling. Harley smirks. 

“We’ll have to take a picture of us and send it to your old man. Really get ‘im riled up.” She says. Marinette nods excitedly, taking the Robin pants from Harley. This was gonna be awesome. 

---

Bruce sighs, looking at the news report from Paris from earlier. The damned butterflies were hard to track. He was used to figuring out problems quickly, and this one was taking too long for comfort. It wouldn’t bother him as much if it was anywhere else, but it was directly impacting his daughter. She was being hurt daily, and she’d even died and now she was plagued with nightmares. All because of a man with some magic jewelry. God, he hated magic. A knock on the study door stirs him from his thoughts. 

“Come in.” He says.

“Hey B, have you seen Mari? I was gonna ask her if she wanted to go get ice cream with me and Little D.” Dick asks, leaning against the door frame, Damian standing next to him with his arms crossed.

“Not since breakfast. There was another akuma attack earlier, but it wasn’t a bad one. She wasn’t injured.” He says, remembering the completely strange battle from earlier. It was some man with pigeons, and apparently this was the 34th time the man had been akumatized over pigeons. 

“Did you not check her room after the battle?” Damian asks, eyebrow quirked. Bruce sighs. 

“It was the pigeon one again. I assumed that she’d want to take a nap, if anything. She still hasn’t been sleeping well. Tim said she’s awake every morning when he comes up for coffee, whether it’s three or five, she’s up.” Bruce explains, frowning at the thought of his youngest daughter’s sleep habits. He certainly didn’t need another sleep deprived coffee addict like Tim. It wasn’t healthy. 

“Well I already checked her room. She wasn’t there.” Dick says, and Bruce frowns, pulling out his phone to send a text to Tim and call Jason. One of them had to have seen her. She never left the house without telling one of the family, unless it was for a battle. 

“What.” Jason says gruffly, Bruce is just grateful he answered. Up until a couple of months ago, Jason would have rather thrown his phone in the river than answer one of Bruce’s calls. 

“Have you seen Marinette?” He asks, getting straight to the point.

“No? Why? What’s wrong?” Jason asks, and Bruce hears shuffling as Jason rushes around wherever it is he is. 

“Nothing. I’ll call you back.” He says, hanging up. He glances down at his texts and notices Tim hasn’t seen her either. He frowns, but doesn’t panic yet. Pulling out his computer, he pulls up the tracker that was on each of his children’s phones. He scans the map, frowning when he sees that her phone is still in the manor. In her room. He stands and swiftly moves past his sons to get to his daughter’s room. He knocks, waiting for an answer. None. 

“Marinette?” He calls, knocking again. “I’m opening the door.” He warns, pushing it open. He frowns at the empty room, nothing appearing out of place. 

“Do you think she had to pop back to Paris for something?” Dick asks, coming up behind him. Bruce shakes his head. 

“No, she would have told us. Suit up, she has to be somewhere in-” He stops as his phone chimes. He looks at it and feels all of the tension leave his shoulders. 

Took our youngest daughter for a girl’s day, back tomorrow XO. Of course Selina had her. 

“She’s with the Sirens. She’ll be back tomorrow.” Bruce says, suppressing a smile at the annoyed look on his youngest’s face. She was safe, and that’s what matters. Even if he was certain he’d have to listen to Damian complain for the entirety of patrol. 

---

“Make all the boy moose go WAAAAAAAAA!” Harley says with the movie, laughing loudly. Marinette chuckles, passing Tikki a cookie in her purse before sticking another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. 

“I still like the first one more.” Selina says, taking a sip of her wine. Harley sticks her tongue out at her before turning her attention back to the movie. 

“Do you think Mia is secretly a superhero?” Marinette asks, frowning in thought. 

“What on earth are you talking about?” Ivy asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Even Harley pauses the movie to turn and stare at her. 

“Stan Lee.” Marinette says with a shrug. 

“Is that s’posed to mean something to me, kid? Cause I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.” Harley says, obviously confused. Marinette huffs. 

“Stan Lee makes a cameo in this movie. And Stan Lee is the creator of Marvel, right? He’s made a cameo in like, every single Marvel movie. So is Mia secretly a superhero? Is that why he’s in the movie?” Marinette rambles, almost flinging ice cream at Selina as she gestures crazily. 

“Sweetie, how much sleep have you had in the past three days?” Selina asks after a few moments of silence. 

“Not important. Is Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi, Princess of Genovia, also a superhero? Does she secretly work for SHIELD? Or is she more like Iron Man, like a freelance superhero? Was she a hero in San Francisco too? Or did she take over a hero's mantle when she moved to Genovia? Cause she was really clumsy in the first movie and also super awkward, but now she’s less clumsy and she seems to be more put together, but are heroes really put together? I don’t think so. I think sometimes heroes pretend that they’re put together to make everyone else feel better when in all reality they’re seconds away from a breakdown themselves. Is Stan Lee coming to recruit her for SHIELD? Is that why he’s in Genovia? Does SHIELD have any jurisdiction there? Is there a Genovian branch of SHIELD?” Marinette rambles, suddenly stuck on the topic. Seriously, why is Stan Lee in Princess Diaries 2 if Mia isn’t a hero? Why would he-

“Kitten, take a breath.” Selina says, her hands on Marinette’s shoulders helping her to ground herself. Marinette takes in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She blinks a few times, instantly feeling bad. 

“I’m so sorry.” She says, frowning. 

“What for?” Harley asks, looking confused. 

“For ruining girl’s night.” She says quietly. Selina pulls her into a tight hug and Marinette sinks into it. 

“Sweetheart, you didn’t ruin anything. I don’t know everything that’s going on. But what I do know, is that you rambling out a conspiracy theory about the movie we’re watching is not ruining girl’s night. Trust me. One time, we invited your brother Dick, and he ate all of the cookies by himself.” Selina says, Marinette snorts. Of course he did. “Now that’s a way to ruin girl’s night.” She adds, squeezing her once more before leaning back.

“Let's watch something that we can just get lost in and not have to think at all.” Ivy suggests, looking through the stack of dvd’s. Marinette glances over, eyes instantly catching one of her favorite movies. 

“Legally Blonde?” She suggests, Harley squeals. 

“That’s it, you’re officially ours. Brucie can fight me.” She says, putting in the dvd. Marinette laughs, laying her head on Selina’s shoulder, grabbing a handful of popcorn. She could get used to nights like these.

Next Chapter

Bonus chapter: Harley Vs Bruce

Drawing of Harley and Mari’s pajamas

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[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Satisfied, Part 54

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~~~

The lady’s watch beeped.

Marinette grinned as she pushed herself off of the couch. She dug into her bag and handed over a wad of cash. “Thanks, Linda.”

“Of course.” She watched the woman count it and then put it in her pocket. “I’ll see you next week.”

“Nah, I’m going to see my better therapist.”

Linda rolled her eyes. “Harley lets you give in to unhealthy coping mechanisms, that doesn’t make her better.”

“Lalalalala! Not listening!” Said Marinette, ducking out the door.

“Right! Don’t forget your homework! Five more good things about yourself!”

“Oh nooooooo you’re too far away I can’t hear you!”

Linda groaned. “Ladybug, please.”

She sighed and stopped. She turned around, flashing a small smile. “Fiiiiiine, I’ll do it.”

“And they can’t have anything to do with how you help others.”

Marinette cursed. “I should have kept walking.”

“Too late! Have a good week!”

She spun on her heel and threw a wave over her shoulder. “You too!”

“And tell Red Robin to stop by!”

“Will do!”

She hummed lightly and ducked into an ally. “Spots off,” she said. She opened her jacket pocket and let Tikki fly in. She’d stopped using her purse to hold the kwami a few years back when a guy had attempted to steal it and she’d nearly given away her identity trying to get it back. Besides, she never had to open her pocket, so there was no stress when she was paying for something.

She pulled a normal yoyo from her pocket and started playing with it as she walked out the other side.

Marinette glanced up and grinned as she spotted the familiar yellow and black outfits. Signal, Orphan, and Queen Bee had recently started doing daytime patrols. Crime had dramatically decreased since, and Bruce was more than a little bitter that he hadn’t thought about it.

She gave a tiny wave and grinned when they sent some of their own. Marinette had given up on trying to keep the fact that she was friends with pretty much every vigilante in Gotham a secret. It turns out you don’t have to worry about people coming after you to hurt your powerful friends when they are, in fact, afraid of said powerful friends.

She heard her phone go off in her pocket and grinned. Also, the publicity was amazing for her business. That was also good.

~

She grinned and opened a portal under herself, dropping into the Siren’s living room.

“Hey, darlin’,” said Harley, who was far too used to this by now to even blink.

“Kid’s here?” Asked a Catwoman from the kitchen.

“No. I was talking to the plants,” said Harley sarcastically.

Poison Ivy glanced up from watering her plants. “Hilarious. But please do, they grow better when you talk to them every day.”

Catwoman sighed. “Whatever. What do you want to eat, kid?”

Marinette plopped down on the couch. “I’m not a kid. I wasn’t even a kid when you met me.”

“Oh?”

“Yes!”

“Then why don’t you tell us your identity to prove it?”

She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at Catwoman. “Do I look like I’m under eighteen?”

“Do I look like I’m older than thirty?” Catwoman retorted. When she saw the small smirk forming on Marinette’s face she quickly cut her off: “Don’t answer that.”

She huffed. “Think about it. It’s been ten years, do you really think I was eight when we met?”

“Who knows. Human kids all look the same to me.”

Marinette groaned. “I’m not -- you know what? I don’t care anymore.”

“You do, though,” cooed Harley.

A scowl made its way onto her face. “Whatever. Can I use the misty-thingy?”

Poison Ivy handed it over and Marinette spritzed Catwoman. The woman hissed and batted it away.

“I’m choosing dinner,” she said dangerously as she disappeared to the kitchen.

Marinette fought between the instincts to laugh and curse, handing the spritzer back to Poison Ivy. She rested her head on Harley’s lap and smiled to herself as the woman started to braid her hair.

“We still on for that raid on Sunday?” Asked Poison Ivy.

“Sure. I’ll see if I can get Red Hood to go.”

Harley laughed. “I’m sure Batman wouldn’t be too happy about that.”

“Has that ever stopped him before?”

“True, true.”

Catwoman emerged with what looked like a burnt brick. She dropped a plate of it onto Marinette’s lap.

“Eat up, kid.”

She went a little pale as she stared at the food in front of her.

“Well, you see, about that...” She opened a portal under herself and disappeared.

~

She heard a click from her earpiece and flicked it on.

“Right, found one. Looks like a normal mugging,” said Jason.

“Location?” Asked Damian.

Jason gave his general area and sighed. “Right. I’m heading in.”

She listened in on the fight as she hopped from rooftop to rooftop.

Ever since Dick had taken up the Batman mantle (Bruce had, for the most part, retired), he’d made a few changes to patrols.

The first thing he’d done was make it mandatory that they communicate when and where they were getting in fights and transmit the audio. There had been the usual amount of backlash that arises when the bats are asked to do something for their own good, but they’d stopped complaining that it wasn’t necessary when Tim had walked into the manor for coffee with a knife sticking out of his side.

(She was pretty sure that he’d done that on purpose, but whatever.)

Next, he’d set up rotations so people actually got sleep some nights. They switched between two teams. The first (and best) was made up of Jason, Marinette, and Damian. The rest of the time it would be Dick, Tim, and -- occasionally -- Bruce. Most criminals opted for nights with the second team. She never could figure out why --.

They heard the click of Jason’s gun and Dick’s voice cut in: “Don’t kill them!”

Jason scoffed. “What’re you gonna do if I do?”

“I… Mari, tell him not to kill them.”

“Jason --,” she began.

“I’ll buy you a coffee.”

“-- is a grown adult who can make his own decisions.”

She could practically feel Jason’s smirk as Dick cursed.

“Damn, why are you so easy to buy? I’ll... um…”

Bruce cut in: “I’ll build a starbucks in the room next to yours.”

Her eyes widened. “Jason, if you pull that trigger I will never talk to you again.”

“You wouldn’t be able to stay away.”

“Try me.”

There was a short silence and then the click of a safety turning back on. Jason mumbled about how it wasn’t fair, along with a lot of other colorful things.

Marinette, however, was grinning.

~

She slipped into the house and yawned.

Damian looked up from where he was petting Chaton on the couch.

She raised her eyebrows. “Not even gonna detransform?”

He sunk into his hooded jacket. “It’s comfy.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Whatever, give me my cat back.”

“He’s our cat.”

She huffed. “He’s my cat. Give him back.”

“Why don’t we let him choose?”

She scoffed lightly and crossed her arms over her chest. “Not while you’re still Kitten.”

“I told you to call me BatCat!”

“And I told you that I’d rather you beat me to death with a spoon.”

He stuck his tongue out at her and detransformed. They set the cat between the two of them and made cooing noises.

Chaton went to Damian without even sparing her a glance.

“Traitor,” she murmured.

Both of their phones went off and they checked them.

Ah. The Thesmartones chat. It included Riddler and every bat except for Dick

The partners both groaned and opened the chat.

Riddleboye: Can one of you test my new escape room?

Her phone blew up and she glanced at the different chat. Whohastodoriddlersriddlethistime.

Queenbee: Not it

Therealdamianwayne: Not it.

Bruecbrucewayne: not it

Redhoodiewastaken: not it :)

Brucesfavorite: not it

Coffeeismygirlfriendmarinetteismywife: Not it!

Imsurroundedbyidiots: Not it

She groaned when she realized she was the only one who hadn’t done it yet.

Notsleepingwasaconsciousdecision: i hate you all

Damian had the audacity to laugh. She sent him a tiny glare and kicked him in the side. He cursed and she was only saved from his wrath by the cat currently resting on his stomach.

She went back to the original chat.

Notsleepingwasaconsciousdecision: im free monday night

Riddleboye: Thanks!

Notsleepingwasaconsciousdecision: its fine see you then

~

She raised her eyebrows as she stepped into the room and saw Tim awake, clicking away at his laptop. This wasn’t exactly new (far from it, really) but it was still sometimes, somehow, surprising.

She changed into her now well-worn hoodie and crawled into bed. She picked up her newest project, a new costume for Red Hood, and started stitching.

He wrapped an arm around her and drew her close so he could type.

She rested her head against his chest. She stitched in time with his heartbeat.

Her eyes glanced over his screen and she sighed lightly. “No information yet?”

He shook his head. “Nope, still don’t know how to help lower his cortisol levels back to normal. There’s nothing on it.”

“Yeah, it’s almost as if no one else on Earth has Scarecrow’s problem.”

This earned an eye roll. He closed the many tabs on cortisol inhibitors and pulled up a spreadsheet for work. “It’s always ‘reduce stress!’ and ‘take fish oil!’ and other things that we’ve already tried.”

“Yeah, but there’s nothing else we can do. We just have to hope that his therapist can help him work through it.” She blinked. “That reminds me: Linda said that you need to see her.”

“But I don’t have to see her again until Wednesday!”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s Thurs -- actually…” She checked her phone. “Friday. It’s Friday.”

Tim cursed. “So, that’s what I forgot.”

“What, the week day or the therapy session?”

“Both.”

She rolled her eyes.

He pulled away slightly for a second to grab his drink and then handed her a coffee. “Behold. Just the way you like it.”

A blush rose to her cheeks as she took it from him. “Oh, sweetie, you shouldn’t have!”

“Don’t worry about it. I was already making some for myself and yours isn’t hard to make.”

She grinned. “It’s going to be easier to get from now on. I told you I could get Bruce to buy us a coffee shop.”

He huffed and rested his chin atop her head. “Shut up.”

“Eloquent.” She teased. “Anyways, I think I’ve achieved favorite kid status.”

Tim laughed. “Please, bean. You’re not even his favorite daughter. Remember that time he bought Cass an entire police station’s equipment?”

She rolled her eyes and set down her project so she could cross her arms over her chest. “Shut up.”

“Eloquent,” he said, a cheeky grin on his face.

She laughed and tipped her head back to press a kiss to his lips. “I’ve decided I’m getting a divorce.”

He finally set his computer down, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her onto his lap. “You wouldn’t. You love me.”

She smiled and reached up, cupping his cheeks in her hands. “I do.”

Marinette pulled him down for another kiss.

~~~

Holy shit. It’s over.

Right, I’m going to get sappy for a minute so if you don’t want that then I would like to just thank you for reading! You can stick around if you’d like and if not then I hope you have a good life! <3

Okay, now for the emotions stuff.

For context, I’ve been writing a book for the better part of three years. Writing a book is... hard. Shocking, I know. But, in all seriousness, I’m not even halfway through.

I was getting really burned out on writing, and one of my creator friends suggested I do a ‘break project’. I didn’t want to jump into another book but I wanted to keep writing, so I said ‘fuck it I’ll go back to my roots fanfiction it is’.

I’d been reading a lot of Daminette lately, so I decided to put my own spin on the ship and write a cute fluffy fanfiction of around 30k words. Ha.

But, seriously, this project has been really therapeutic for me. It’s showed me that I can actually write a decent story, that people enjoy my writing, that I don’t need to go back and change things constantly...

This was kind of supposed to be a one-time thing and then I was going to disappear, but I found myself actually enjoying writing fanfiction. 

I don’t know.

The plan is now to continue. I have another fic that I’m currently plotting out. It won’t be daily uploads, because each ‘chapter’ is going to be an arc in itself and I don’t want to rush that. I’m not going to give too much of it away, but it’s another mlb x dcu crossover so stick around if you want some of that.

Since I’m still in the planning phase and all the chapters are going to take ages, I’m opening up requests. Feel free to submit a prompt. Or ask me questions if you’d like. I’ll answer in 2-3 business months.

With love,

‘Olivia’

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[charliepants]

nodody talks about these two enough an because im obssed with them so i will for you

the two in question?

zack and ivy

everyone thinks that they are just the comic reliefs, and in a sense, they are, but they also have experienced major trauma and no one, not one soul that i have seen on tumblr or anything has said anything about it

so i will for you

TW: swearing, trauma, almost dying, spoilers for the whle show

anyway you guys have been warned

both ivy and zack have almost fallen to their death (ivy in season 1, episode 6 and zack in season 4, episode 7, from a person he considered a very close friend, might i add). although its an animated show, you can see the sheer horror on both of their faces when they think theyre going to die. im also pretty sure ivy has a fear of heights due to multipule events (s1e3, s2e6, s1e5, s1e6, and probably more i cant remember)

they were both kidnapped in the interactive episode and were kept in a locked cell with barely any sun, for being in a place where the sun never sets. idk about you reading this, but if i were trapped in a cell with no space AT ALL id probably have trauma too

also adding onto the interactive episode, VILE could have just made them villians at any point they wanted, even if carmen did what they wanted her to do. the fear they must have had that they could hurt their only friends must have been a lot on them

they had to resort to life on the streets at a young age, they're fucking orphans for gods sake. they literally hot wired cars for a living. then, when they were like 16 (zack) 17 (ivy) (i think) they were already getting death threats from a mobster boss if they didnt pay him the money back. they had to rob a fucking donut shop just to get the money, and you know they didnt want to, zack was having doubts just before they were about to, but ivy knew they had to. she was fucking 17. 17. and zack was only 16. (im going by these ages cause idk)

they both cover theyre insecurites and fears with humor, as we see when carmen asks them if they could borrow money from family and they (zack and ivy) turn to eah other and say “hey, could you loan me some- ah nevermind” as humor to cover up the fact that they literally have no one at all but each other, but the trauma is still there

theres also probably more things that happened but im just too dumb to remember it, so im rewatching it to figure that out and ill probably edit this with

these two need more attention then just the "funny guys" in the show

anyway i did this instead of do my homework and plan my outfit for a job interview/orientation so yeah i totally dont think about them a lot

[buttterknifeee]

on yet another ordinary, quiet night in Gotham, a villain's henchmen are in a shootout with police, so the villain is suddenly pulled into an alley and sees a young girl talking "hey what were you doing there? this city is dangerous, are you okay?"

she clearly doesn't know that the person she is helping is a villain

can I know which villains would like her concern, or at least wouldn't kill her because of it?

YOOOO OK SO some of the villains I think this would happen to is the Riddler, Harley, and Ivy. I think Im going to go with harley on this one, but if yall wanna see more let me know!!! Also the harley im thinking of for this is the one from “The New Batman Adventures”

Harley was grinning. She was perched on top of an awning of a building, watching a bunch of goons march back and forth from a bank like a line of ants. It was so easy robbing banks in gotham: as long as there was a solid 4 other people with you and at least one of you were holding a gun, you could rob a bank anytime of the day and you wouldn’t get caught! I guess Harley overestimated the “you wouldn’t get caught” part, as 5 police cars were sounding off in the distance.

Shit, she thought, as she jumped on the awning and began yelling orders to the goons, who began to pick up the pace of their labor. Then she realized that 1. she didn’t have a gun on her and 2. When there’s police, there’s most likely a vigilante nearby, waiting to strike when necessary. She didn’t feel like going to Arkham today so she started to walk behind the goons, who pulled out their guns and barricades, as the police pull out theirs. 

Luckily, she decided to wear a tank top and shorts under her costume today so she began to wiggle out of her outfit while trudging along the moonlit sidewalk. As she wiggled the last part of her outfit off, a bullet was fired in the distance.

 Then another, then another.

Bullets were coming right after her! She ran down the street, almost attempting to outrace all the bullets barreling towards her. The nearly grazed her as she threw off her jester cap, her mask, and smeared her white makeup off. 

A bullet hit the sole of her shoe and she fell to the ground. But before she could get up, an arm reached out and grabbed her ankle, pulling her into the alleyway. 

Before she could say anything, an unknown finger was shoved into her face and the mysterious figure shushed her. She watched in shock as the figure peeked around the corner of the alleyway, carefully observing the shootout between harley’s goons and the police.

The figure quickly moved back towards harley carefully inspecting her. At first she couldn’t make out who she was looking at due to being in the shadows, but as the moon rays shifted onto her, she began to understand who she was looking at. A young girl, no older than 14, with large sparkly eyes, hair that glowed under the moon, and frowning pursed lips.

"hey what were you doing there? this city is dangerous, are you okay?"

Harley almost laughed. A kid, asking her, the partner (both in a business and romantic manner of course) of the most infamous villain in gotham, if she’s ok? She could kill the child in about 2 seconds if she wanted to (not that she did want to...)

Thats a kid Harley, she chided to herself. Remember when you were a kid? You were a bitch and would have spit on someone already if you were in her position.

She look up at the kid, who she noticed was looking at the villain’s scraped knees. She usually has a bit of padding under her suit, so things like this wouldn’t usually happen.

Ok. I’ll let this kid do whatever the hell she’s gotta do and as soon as she’s done I’ll get back to Mister J. I’m sure he misses me already, she swooned in her head as she got ready to put on her best “Im am a mentally sane person” voice.

“Yeah, I’m alright for the most part. Just a few scrapes.” she fake winced at her injuries as the girl furrowed her eyebrows. 

“That’s nothing a bandaid can’t fix!” she determined, smiling cheerfully at the villain. “You can stay in my house so I can fix you up!”

“A-Are you sure? I’ve got someone waiting for me at home”

“No I insist!!!” the girl said, pulling Harley up with impressive strength. “And you have to meet my dog coco-” the girl rambled on, pulling Harley deeper into the alleyway, as gunshots filled the night sky.

The girls house was barely a house: It was a slimy two bedroom apartment with peeling wallpapers and a rotting stench. There was a woman laying on the couch, beer in hand, that the girl seemed to not notice.

“who’s that lady over there?”

“Oh that’s my nana! Shes just taking a nap” the girl said, happily bringing a first aid kit to where Harley was sitting. 

As the young girl carefully dressed the villain’s wounds, Harley analyzed her, with the little psychology experience she actually uses. This girl literally lives in a pile of shit and still took the time to bring her here and talk about her life and but a bandage on her knee? 

She literally rots of goodness, Harley concluded, scrunching her nose up at the thought. gross. But this kid supposedly saved her life, so she decided to cut her some slack. Besides, this kid bringing her up to her apartment was really also a good way to hide from the police, so really harley should be thanking her. But thanking her would also mean that shes being helped by a little kid and-

“All done!” The girl’s exclamation snapped Harley out of her thought, and she decided to smile at the kid.

“Thanks, you’re a good kid, you know that?”

“Thank you. Someday I’m gonna change the world!”

“Attagirl”

The kid hero waved the villain goodbye as she disappeared into the night. What an interesting kid.

[dyketectivecomics]

tell us about the roller derby AU!! <3

(tysm anon bc this got me to get my ass in gear abt actually writing it all down fdskl;fjla ALSO shout out to zom for leaving a reply <3 ty both omg)

OKAY, first things first. This started bc I was thinking abt the Sirens doing Derby together (OBVIOUSLY Harleys idea) BUT 3 players isn’t enough for a team (you need 3 blockers, a pivot and a jammer afterall) so this team HINGES on the fact that GCS had that brief team-up with Talia and Zatanna and the pure Chaos of them permanently joining the sirens in the mainverse is something I want to explore sometime in the future but ANYWAYS they also need a team to play against and I’m Nothing if not Consistent so OFC this is Sirens vs Birds

cue Same Age-Range College Setting, Roller Derby Focus AU. Everyone’s attending Uni at Gotham State and yes I have majors in mind too, for the Sirens we got undergrads Harley: Psych, Ivy: Botany, Selina: Art History, Talia: Anthropology, Zatanna: Theater. For the Birds, (grad student she’s fast-tracking) Babs: library science, (undergrads) Dinah: Music, Helena: Undeclared, Zinda: doesn’t actually Go Here lmao

now u might be saying “wait a min randy, that’s only four birds. DIDNT u JUST say u need 5 players for a team?” And yes. Yes I did. The Birds is actually a BIGGER team than the Sirens and includes anyone who has ever been on the BoP team ever. They’re all here! And there’s a lot of them that rotate in and out of the roster but for the sake of simplicity we’ll focus on those four as Main members.

So let’s talk positions, play style & other stuff!

so Harley is the Jammer, don’t fix what isn’t broken. I like the idea of Talia being the Pivot bc ofc she’d want to be in charge. Which leaves Ivy, Selina & Zee as the blockers

 YES Selina plays damn near as dirty as Harley does lmao. In fact if we rank them by how often they play Renegade vs Regulation, you’ve got, Harley, Selina, Talia, Ivy (all at varying degrees of being FAR at the renegade-end of the spectrum) and Zee is more like just Right of center in favor of Regulation (but not above elbowing an opponent or ‘accidentally’ tripping them up if they’re REALLY close to winning) 

Derby names MOSTLY follow their costumed personas, like Poison Ivy and Catwoman, but then there’s also Gnarley Quinn (currently taking suggestions for Zee n Talia tho bc... well they DONT have names other than their own really lmao)

For the Birds, Zinda is the Jammer, Dinah is the pivot, Helena is a blocker, Babs is actually the team manager & former pivot. Harley gave her a BAD injury during an end-of-season bout and kicks off the rivalry btwn the teams at the start of the plot. (Other birds in the rotation play blockers and jammers as needed. Helena will step up as pivot if Dinah can’t make a bout)

All the Birds PRACTICE regulation derby but....  well, when you put on your skates and the ref blows the whistle, what happens next can’t be helped (but esp after babs’ injury if its a Sirens vs Birds bout they’re out for BLOOD)

Yes their derby names are the same as their hero names, and yes ppl still call Babs Oracle even tho she doesn’t put on the skates as much even after her knee heals

Outfits and Skates:

okay, so OBVSLY zee & dinah are still VERY much the Fishnet Queens™, but i can totally see Harley, Selina & Zinda joining them. can’t have derby w/o SOME ppl wearing fishnets after all fjldka;s

also i know that derby’s sometimes a bit more butch and some ppl take issue with Zinda’s miniskirt but listen i am GAY and a SUCKER for vintage inspired looks and really? skirts and skates go hand in hand BEAUTIFULLY. the skirt STAYS for zinda

actually im a sucker for bombshells!Ivy’s dresses too, i know the big fandom push has been towards making her more butch but LISTEN.

wait, do i actually just want to see Bombshells on skates is that what all this is about. im gonna scre-

everyone else’s looks im still trying to figure out in my own brain but tbh, any artists out there who feel like doing their own spin on superhero inspired looks for these guys im *eyes emojis* would LOVE to see that actually would love to see that A LOT

imagine everyone color-coding their wheels, though, omg i need that

outside of derby i think Harley & Dinah would be rlly into jam/rhythm skating, Zee, Selina & Talia would like artistic skating, and Helena & Zinda would be into speed skating. Ivy and Babs like supporting their friends & esp their gfs but actually they’re trying rlly hard not to show them up bc theyre both pretty good at jam/rhythm themselves fjdkls

Now for the Extra Relationship Stuff:

Obvsly almost all of the sirens have dated each other at some point. Whether in the past or over the course of going to uni together. Cue even More Drama when Talia and Selina break up and Both start pursuing soon-to-be-drop-out Bruce (the dropping out is unrelated to the drama itself but I just think it’s funny if even in an AU setting Bruce drops out of college aksjak)

also listen ever since i read those GCS issues with Talia and Zee I’ve NEEDED to see Selina/Talia/Zee so so so badly. its my AU and its happening some fucking how i’ll make it work shut uppppp

Also I’m gonna throw in some real slowburn HarlIvy bc once again it’s MY AU AND I DO WHAT I WANT.

Yes Dinah and Zee become star-crossed/rival-to-lovers in this. Havent actually decided which way I wanna go bc starcrossed is Fun, but rivals gives me DRAMA and with them both being diff arts majors could Add to that aksj

the Birds marginally have their dynamics together better than the Sirens, but every so often there’s some communication issues bc yes, we need all the Drama in this!!! I demand it!!!

So yeah, if/when I ever plot this out, it would be something with equal focus on changing relationship and team dynamics, and then focus on how well each of the teams are doing leading up to the Big Bout where the Birds are out to Avenge Oracle. And do they succeed? I guess you’d have to read to find out lmao

Coming to a fanfic site near you...... eventually.......

[currentfandomkick]

Why Marinette Hates Tim

Marinette blames Tim next summer for all that happened. Why? He cursed her with a vague theory. And Max and her Both know give her a clue and she has to follow it to solve the puzzle—a fatal flaw for her, Puzzler, Hero Stalker (Tim), Riddler and her father, Professor Strange (even if he is using an alias and supposedly dead as far as legal documents go).

Hero Staker Tim swore he’d become Robin if the current one left. It was a joke between them, she thought. Then he vanished the next summer, the first one where there wasnt any Robin mentioned anywhere. It was eery.

Then, then Timothy Drake, heir to some company-who looks a lot like her Hero Stalker—is a Wayne. And there’s a new Robin. This... deeply bothers Marinette. Why? New Robin seeks her out and talks a lot like Hero Stalker. And has a too similar movement pattern and tells.

And wasnt Hero Stalker Tim from a rich but high on neglient at best family? Didnt that happen to Timothy Drake before ending up as a Wayne?

Her that puzzle peice was central to figuring this out and goddamnit. Frost, who hates gossip, told her to just look up the rich families with kids Hero Stalker’s age and see who looked like him and to leave from to his lab and antidotes already.

Frost accidently gave her the vital method to see if Hero Stalker was that dumb to be become Robin after Robin the Second (Jason) was brutally murdered. The answer was yes.

And now Marinette had a crisis. She knew Batman’s identity was Bruce Wayne. How? Tim calls Bruce his dad. New Robin slipped and called him dad. And Tim is New Robin since Tim is Hero Stalker and no one else came close to looking like Hero Stalker from the data pool which involved more hacking than she ever thought she would do.

Marinette, a child, figured out who Batman was by age 9 becuase his new Robin/former Stalker was too obviously himself. She is embarrassed on his behalf, and honestly debates asking Riddler to separate him and Bats in a non-lethal puzzle trap just to lecture him. Becuase what the fuck Hero Stalker! If she can figure it out, then everyone else can too! Probably(?) likely. Either way its bad!

She doesnt though... Riddler puts together she’s concerned for the new Robin, traps Bats in a different puzzle maze from Robin, who is stuck with a grounded Marinette. Why was she grounded, easy. She got caught returning stolen jewlry on camera. It was punishment for failing basic stealth—always take out any witness.

And instead of pointing out she knows who Bats is, she tells him to work on a different persona since ‘i made you weeks ago. Its pretending to be someone you’re not completely is all. I have to do that around Maman and Papa all the time, and whenever i go out with anyone really. Up your secret identity game already!’

Riddler is busy with Bats and didnt do cameras. Why? “Im not redesiging a perfectly good grounding maze every time. They take time and i dint always have it. Its time economics Batman. I dont know what our lovely Princess said or did to your Robin. He’s fine though, see? No major injuries.”

Tim relized Marinette knew Hero Stalker was batman’s new Robin. This meant one thing—he could still help her and the RKC now! Why? He knew even if they made him out, they want to help people and never be like their parents, duh. And if they added to his budding information network with incredibly accurate information so long as he didnt rat them out to Batman, its fine.

Afterall, Pixie Pop wants to help poeple and is working the rouges into vigilantes to help more than hurt, and is doing a great job of it for the most part. So if Pixie Pop is Princess who’s the maybe kryptonian and her powers align with that theory, so what? Superman has an heir already and a bio!son too, apparently. Lois didnt tell him since they werent together then and yeah. So really, Superman didnt need another kid, and Pixie Pop didnt want another dad—“i have Papa and Father and now four of my friends’ dads in Paris called dibs on partial custody. I have more dads than i need for a quartet. That is far too many dads and i refuse to get another one!”

Then Marinette is talking to Alix and finds out about an old director at the Lourve her dad knew, Diana Prince. Marinette was working on a Wonder Woman inspired outfit, and knew her history of Wonder Woman thank you. Its just...

Wonder Woman appeared just after Miss Prince Left. And from the videos Alix sent of her new hero, she was terrifyingly similar to Wonder Woman. Not only did they look alike and have the same hair style preference, it was the same face if she did facial recognition with Markov, her robot son with Max. Then there was gait, generao stances and how she interacted with men and women so differently as both people and damnit. Same person.

She curses Hero Staker Tim for this. She now has to hide two hero identities. Why her?

The third was debatably Ivy and Harley’s fault, but defiantely still Tim’s. Why? He was the one that got her hooked on Barry Allen’s cases, and pointing out that he didnt see meta as bad or evil but as people who can be good or be civilians peacefully. That, she needed that with how much vitrol she had to swallow about her powers indirectly from everywhere but her school and some parts of Gotham.

In her defense, she is a nerd here. A nerd. So realizing the The Flash is also the forensics guy from Central City that she kinda follows on all her social medias, watches the cases of unfold, and knows has a reputation for being late a lot like her but is still well liked. So she may fangirl about his cases with Hero Stalker erm. Tim now, still.

And if one day she managed to pout at her father enough to get him to agree to let her go with Harley and Ivy to Central City for a few days to see the meta museum they just opened up (technically the Flash Museum, but Marinette didn’t care. It was focused on metas not being horrible and that meant a lot to her scared, meta closeted butt).

And then her favorite forensic investigator, The Barry Allen, shows up? Best day ever. He’s nice! And concerned about how much of his cases she knows. Its not her fault this time though! Hero Stalker—Tim—sent her a case of his that went cold and she liked his science and yeah. New hero added to her listpersonal heroes list.

Harley isn’t even mad, just amused as Marinette fangirls over someone that isnt her and Barry has no clue how to respond as a tiny child know him as Barry Allen and thinks he’s awesome? Why?? He is happy but so confused and Iris is dying until Marinette cites cases that she shouldnt know about and tiny child why, how, when and where did you get that information!

The only answer is a friend likes cold cases and has no qualms hacking to find interesting ones, if he’s stumped then Marinette (Jill Smith mr. allen sir!) gets to try. And she is good at it since she can ask an officer in France (officer Raincomprix) about logistical things, common error margins and then puzzle it all out herself from there.

Somewhere she mentions absently that her mom doesnt like her science-y side since her dad was a bad person and liked science but she still likes learning and helping, even if the family buisness is food and service and they want her to either take over or become a designer. She’s thinking maybe for people woth disabilites so she can do more mental work and toy with hiw things bend and move and such.

Iris and Barry are ConcernedTM and debating how to get custody, or get her away from her mom or both. Probably both—no science allowed for a clear science obssessed kid is a red flag for bith of them that somethinf is very wrong. Harley and Ivy wave it off as “trust us, her mom aint budging.”

then the Flash is needed because of some gorilla—Marinette was more focused on an outfit on display and muttering over aerodynamics and friction. Barry is Concerned (smart kid, likes helping, potentially a league ally?) before he bolts, determined to get more on her when he returns and possibly see if he can get cps involved.

Marinette only notices that her hero moving so fast and oh god she did it again damnit! That was superspeed. And only one speedster had similiar measurements, the Flash.

She cant even tell Hero Stalker now because he’s Robin and the Justice League would Flip if they knew she knew 3 of their hero’s identities. She just hit her head and said “i did it again!” Harley pats her head while Marinette burrows into her because why is she a danger to the Justice League and secret identities! She doesnt want to be or to know damnit!

Tim sneezes in the distance and wonders who’s talking about him behind his back this time. He messages batgirl about this bad feeling he has and she laughs it off as the boy developing Batman’s paranoia.

Her Fourth solve was Green Arrow. It was an accident! She swears. She just saw oliver queen with a bow and arrow in a video shooting. and noticed he had a very distinct and familiar style to someone but not who. Then compared it to various archers as her brain was nagging. Then saw a green arrow video and cursed herself again then Tim five more times.

She sent a message to Rose asking why she’s a danger to all secret identities. Rose tells her it is her curse for being too damn smart and not leaving things alone.

Marinette tries reallly hard not to figure out the next one. But really, it should have been an earlier solve and she’s mad at herself for missing it for so long, even if it was more aviodance than denial.

Admittedly this one should have been an earlier solve, but she was very little when she found out about the surgery and everything and it was uncomfortable damnit! So she did what any reasonable child would. Ignore it. Then she went over the file to see if maybe she could possibly target parts of the kyptonian DNA in her to weaken it. And saw who the intended donor was, Clark Kent, a reporter that has impossible luck with big hero scoops, is never injured or rescued, and never been sick. He also looks like... one quick photoshop of his glasses onto superman with a clothing change and she sees her usual disguise technique on goddamn superman. She is overwhelmed with this as ‘oh god superman will kidnap me if he finds out!’ And hides from him whenever he’s in the region—be it France or Gotham.

Her friends think its hilarious, Marinette feels sick from it. She doesnt like this and is genuinely scared for her life and family’s safety now. And we all know how nervous marinettes are.

If at one point batman tried to talk to her on patrol and somewhat suceeded. As in, she spoke beofre bolting.

“I didnt figure out who boyscout and amazon and boltbrain and arrowhead are! Or you and the batfam! Bye!!!!” Yes, clearly Marinette can lie very well.

Batman sees through it and feels sick. He forces a league meeting asap and fills them in.

“this kid put five of our identities together and cant even lie. We need to recruit them.”

“Batman, is this that kid KF mentioned to me?”

Batman nodded. Flash sighed. “Okay. We are on a manhunt for a kid kyptonian that is terrified of all of us, very smart, and may have an active gotham villain as a parent. And somehow knows me and—wait. bats, do you have any pics of your rogues in civilian clothing? I need to test a theory...”

A few minutes later and “oh my god that little kid i met as a civilian figured me out!”

A few days later Flash finds her by acccident as a civilian kid in broad daylight on her own in Central. He doesnt show he knows she knows, And finds out she’s waiting for her babysitter to finish a class.

Flash just asks about a case he put together as Barry Allen that she might know about and...

“Uh, mr. Flash? Why are you asking me? The lead florensics was Barry Allen.”

He tries insulting Barry Allen—he’s late and sloppy and—

only for Marinette to defend him to the death. “He’s late because he stays up late working on other cases. Appearances and organizational skills arent what matters with his expertise mr. flash! He even foghts for metas to have their circumstances and powers impact on them considered dueing sentencing!”

Flash is very touched and shocked. only then he manages to get out of her that where she lives (france) being meta is a life sentence to “a living zombie And jail-time for being born a lot, even if it is t in normal prisons. And you know what? Mr. Allen stated so many times that you need to contextualize powers and abilities and intent in his testimonies for meta cases. Back home youre put in prison for defending yourself...” she tugs at her sleeve here.

“Maman screamed at me when she found out a few kids were getting stalked and i helped out and someone got it on tape. Not becuase my powers showed or anything—father made a treatment so they dont, well, they stay off when i use them and follow all the behavior and environmental rules so they cant put me in one of the centers. But she, she’s stills cared someone will try to check me for abilities back in France, and that she’ll lose me. She doesnt always realize i have them until things like that happen...”

Flash is desperately trying not to adopt her. Wally would love a little sister, and Superman has enoguh kids, Bats does too. he is oreventing arrow form having another one as she’s powered and that isnt a good when working with Green Arrow unless the meta is his girlfriend. And the girl loves science—come on!

batman, Green Arrow, Wonder Woman and Superman heard the Feance bit over comms and suddenly it hit them that the kid could be in danger for existing and that an entire country villified being meta to an extreme. That the girl is in hiding and probably using an alias constantly. Batman mentally adopted her ages ago and is now in Worried Dad mode like Flash and apparently Superman was falling into it too. Wonder Woman is in righteous rage mode and ready to fight france herself if she has to—no imprisoning metas for being metas!

Flash decided to be direct since he knew she trusted him as Mr. Allen and knows he’s Flash.“So, am i allowed to know which powers you have?”

Marinette shook her head, visbily distressed and floating skightly. “If, if they ever find out i cant. I cant risk Maman and Papa and Father. I dont know everything but Father only started being a good person after the, the incident where he had to go into witness protection. Maman is dead as far as a lot of people are concerned, or she never existed. Papa doesnt know about any of it. I cant. I cant risk what they worked for by being outted.”

Flash is very concerned. “Thats a lot of pressure to put in yourself, especially at your age.”

marinette didnt make eye contact then. “I have to. If i dont people can connect dots and dashes and blips. Father says its easy for him too and that possibilities are just what we’re both hardwired for but. But i shouldn’t catch as many as i do—my teachers keep saying i need to dial it back and stop catching on so fast and blurting it all out but, i just...” marientte is visibly drowning under the pressure to act not-meta and keep her family safe.

“Sounds like youre a real smart kid.”

“Smart kids dont get caught.” She meant herself with her jewlry returns, Flash thought she meant the JL, and tried to redirect the conversation.

If the JL was out then...

“If you cant tell me, can you at least tell me you have someone to talk to about these things?”

“Auntie Quinn and Rose. Rose doesnt like you guys though.”

Flash laughed a little at that. “Alright, fair enough. Who made her mad? Was it arrow?”

“Batman.” Marinette frowning as she said the enxt bit. “Something about her being given to someone that should never be allowed bear children? She rants a lot so i cant always keep up.”

Batman internally bangs his head against a table. Outwardly, he says “Ivy’s daughter, rose. That girl, she’s the Princess.”

The assemebled winced. They all pushed for Rose to be sent toback to her mother, Ivy, since they didnt trust her with any available mentor and Ivy was usually a low ranking Gotham eco-terrorist pacified by wayne gardens and green initiatives. Apprently Rose has a lot of sway over the Princess too.

Marinette changes the conversation while. Waiting for her babysitter, Ghoul, to leave class. She needs a distraction from her situation that the Flash was willing to give her.

“Can i look at the case again? Something doesnt add up... there! See? Its close to the Speedsters that leave marks at those angles but only if they really mess with the speed force and the spacetime continuum! But theres no evidence of that, its a lightning meta, Possibly using it to teleport since no one came in or out on camera. Its a slight angle and all but...”

Flash decides Marinette will join the Justice League one day or so help him! He also decides to target france’s anti-meta policies and possibly kidnap Marinette.

The League isnt letting him. But he has a fan of Barry Allen who is handling Gotham’s criminals and beign given slack by them... albeit also raised by in-part. But the girl has a strong moral compass that is a lot like most of League’s so.

He’s fighting Bats for custody on principle. His fangirl, he has dibs!

Dont know why it ended up with Flash becoming a ‘Marinette is my daughter now’ person but why not? Wally would like her as a sister, probably.

Marinette blames all of this and the future consequences on Tim. She hates her vanishing freind for this.

[palcicle]

hey anybody remember TZUS?

@ayapcraft @pupppycat

Andy had not thought this through

He was in a strange, probably haunted, warehouse, alone, scared, and more than likely close to death. “Make a YouTube channel!” they said, “It'll be an easy distraction!” they said.

What they had not said was that a ghost hunting channel was not the best idea for someone scared of ghosts.

The concrete clicked quietly under his shoes, and his flashlight, true to its name, flashed on and off- low battery. He glanced carefully around. The large, grey space around him hummed with the echoes of his footsteps.

The click of the camera sounded very similar to his shoes.

“Uh, hey everyone, welcome to the first episode of Ayap-Ghost’s ghost hunting shown!” whether it was nervousness or excitement in his voice, it could all be edited out somewhat, or if not, played as a joke. “If you don't know this warehouse, then you don't live near me. This place was built during the industrial revolution, and abandoned in the great depression, like so many of its kind around the country. What makes this place different is people never stopped seeing workers in it's windows-” he paused to pan around the place, finally settling the camera on a doorway. “Particularly a second story window- and there's the stairs.”

Andy flipped off the camera, and stood in place for a moment, catching his breath. Once his monologue stopped, you could hear it bouncing about the unmoving stone walls.

----

The stairway wasn't too torturous, but it nonetheless gave Andy more time to worry. Even if this place wasn't haunted, it was probably overrun with animals that would be able to kill him, or poison plants, like the one outside (poison ivy was nothing to laugh at OK! He hadn't even been able to rid himself of a leaf under his beanie and he wasn't sure if he was going to die because of it! So much for a YouTube career…)

He took stock of his surroundings. The second floor wasn't too different from the first. Largely empty, big stone walls, the like. There was, however, one difference. Besides the windows, some spare machinery was stuffed into a corner, not too far from the stairwell, along with some cloth. It looked like something you could make a human shape out of, to leave by the window for a night and scared some kids.

Andy flipped the camera back on.

“So this is the fabled second story of the warehouse,” he flinged his arms out, gesturing to the wide space, purposely avoiding the pile of machines and cloth. That was for later. “Let's take a look at the windows!”

Keeping the camera as steady as he possibly could, he strode to the third window from the stairwell. It was especially decrepit, looking as if it was pelted with stones from outside, missing more of the foggy glass panes that blocked out the world than any of the other windows.

“People have reported that a figure stands here sometimes, at night when cars drive by on the way home from work or school. Whoever- or whatever- they are, they stand and watch.” he turned the camera on himself- “and as a college kid, i gotta say, mood.” he punctuated by zooming in on himself. 

As he rambled on about the industrial revolution, he didn't notice the cloth shifting.

----

Bee hadn’t had the best day

First, she didn't manage to get much sleep. (Yes, bee is a ghost. Yes, she sleeps. We exist.) second, some cops managed to get inside during the day, and she hadn't gotten to set up her creepy little window decor. Third, some kid with leave on his head (???) had stomped up to her house and started talking about the industrial revolution to seemingly no one.

So she decided to have some fun scaring the kid.

She knew how to do this. She had been a ghost for some time already. She knew a good scare has some anticipation before it, and it also gave her a moment to observe the person she was scaring. Bee shifted in her little fort, made of whatever she could find handy, trying to get a better look. 

He was wearing a strange, if nice, outfit. Overalls, rainbow button up, and a beanie, with a few leaves of what looked like poison ivy lodged in the front. And...oh, how lucky was she! That was a camera, snug in leaf boys hand, being waved about to show off the “terrifying” warehouse.

This was going to be so much fun!

----

The video was going better than expected. A few scares he could chock up to and animal or the drafty, windowless, empty place, but still jump at. (For the video, of course.) he was in the fourth story now, and it was getting dark. All the better for a scary ghost hunting video.

Andy had just gotten up however, when he felt the air change around him. Maybe it was the wind, or maybe the lack of windows on the floor, but everything was colder and darker.

He flipped on the camera, this time without as plan for what to say. Only the knowledge that something was going to happen.

“Hello?” his voice shook, for real this time.

There was more stuff on this floor, machines nobody had bothered to pack up or steal, obscured by darkness, more old cloth nobody needed anymore. It was the wind moving it though. No doubt about that.

He walked a few steps forward and the click of his shoes felt louder than before (there was probably some architecture reason that stuff was louder the higher up you got, right? Right?) He flicked on his flashlight, carefully guiding it along across the room and following with his camera. There was a clear path through the defunct stuff, leading deeper into the large room. He lingered his flashlight on it to see if anything popped out to scare him, then walked, as confidently as he could, toward the path.

Andy couldn't see the end of the winding road, more reason not go inside. He still would, though. For the views!

Still holding a camera in trembling hands, he turned a corner, then another. And then more. Before long, he was deep in this maze of sewing machines and half-finished clothes. Every few corners he heard some new noise, or bumped into something he wasn't expecting. These animals were getting bold.

And then he turned the very last corner.

----

This had, indeed, been fun.

Watching this kid tiptoe about here was incredibly entertaining, more so because she kept moving stuff around to trip him or scare him. On the third floor, almost threw a brick at him, but just threw it at his feet instead. He yelped like a baby.

Bee was enjoying herself by the time he got to the maze.

She’d made it herself, in her spare time. On slow days, when nobody wanted to be scared of her window thing, she entertained herself by making a path way through the fourth floor, where nobody had moved anything out. Full of whatever spooky things she could find to torment whoever got into it, she had run through how she would scare her unlucky guest at least 50 times.

What? Everyone needs a hobby, after all.

First, they get tired from walking all the way up the stairs. Then, they walked through the maze, full of frights, and finally, they got to a wall, perfect to jump out of. Bee had practiced making herself as scary as she could in whatever glass she could find at the old factory, stuff like sharpened teeth, a crack in her iconic mask, revealing eyes upon eyes upon eyes, and some probably-blood along her sweatshirt made her a formidable movie ghost.

She was getting distracted. The kid, Andy, was getting close to her wall.

She waited a moment, clawing her hands along the stone to make a nice noise, for Andy to walked all the way up to her and then…

He was still holding his camera, ok, showtime.

Bee lunged out of the wall, shrieking with a practiced voice, clawing with all her might at him. She was careful not to hurt the camera, but her efforts seemed to work. The poor kid was screaming his head off before she was all the way out of the wall, and bolted down the corridor he’d just come down.

Once she was sure he was out of earshot, she slid through the wall all the way, and yawned.

Today had been fun.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

im not a writer, so how’d i do?

[johnnysnostril]

Without You

chapter thirteen 

johnny’s pov

i sat in the parking lot of the hotel with the flowers in my lap. 

how the hell was i going to find ivy?

i sighed and threw my head back.

“listen, i need help. so can you please- just send me a sign?” i said talking to god out loud.

as i lifted my head, out walked alonna and jae from the hotel lobby. i sat up straight in the drivers seat and leaned forward a bit.

that was definitely jae, walking alonna to ivy’s car.

she was all dressed up.

i wonder where she’s going..

jae kissed her goodbye, then watched her pull off.

as he walked back into the lobby, i started my car and followed alonna.

ivy’s pov

rolling out of bed, i ran to the bathroom to get ready for Laura’s.

ivy’s outfit:

as i hopped in the uber, i smiled out the window. all i could think about was mark kissing me after he left.

i could still feel his lips on mine, as i ran my fingertips over my lip gloss.

pulling up to the restaurant, i was immediately seated for a table for two- outside.

i bounced my leg underneath the table as i waited for alonna.

it seemed like forever, until i seen my car pull into the parking lot.

i hopped out of my seat and walked over to the small gate that divided the tables from the sidewalk.

calling out for my sister, i waved her over and she smiled.

as she approached me, i reached to hug her over the gate.

“i missed the memo for dressing up.” i laughed.

alonna’s outfit:

“i mean, you did say brunch. this is how i normally dress for the occasion.” she laughed.

i watched alonna walk inside, then prance her way over to our table.

“spill the tea.” she said as she pointed her finger at me and raised her eyebrows. 

“before i have to kill you for walking out the door with mark.” alonna set her purse down on the extra seat and crossed her legs as shes sat.

i giggled to myself as the waitress walked up. we ordered two mimosas.

“am i going to have to beat this juicy story out of you, or what?” alonna said losing her patience.

i sighed and tucked my hair behind my ear, sitting down.

“nothing major happened.. i’m just liking his attention right now.” i admitted.

“so, what about johnny. you don’t have feelings for him, do you?” she said resting her elbows on the table.

“i don’t know. i mean, he did admit that he had feelings for me- at his party. but then he beat up mark. which made me change my mind about him.”

alonna nodded.

“well, you need to stay away from him. he put you in danger and im not okay with that.”

as our drinks were served, alonna took a big sip- closing her eyes.

i waited for a moment before i dropped my bomb on her.

“why didn’t you tell me about you and jaehyun?”

she shot her eyes open and nearly choked on her drink.

i laughed and handed her a napkin.

i was honestly sad that she didn’t tell me.

did she feel like she couldn’t trust me?

my sister sighed, pouting.

“i didn’t know how. plus i was scared..” she folded her arms across her chest and looked off to the side.

“it’s not like i was going to tell you not to do it. i mean, look at me.”

shrugging my shoulders, i took a drink of my mimosa.

“my feelings are hurt, but i just thought we told each other everything..”

she poked her bottom lip out at me.

“i’m sorry.. i guess i just didn’t know how to bring it up to you. and i didn’t want you to feel like i was rubbing it in your face at all.”

i nodded my head.

“you could have also told me that you knew them before “meeting” them at the airport.”

alonna rolled her eyes.

“you would have never came to the studio with me, if i told you that i knew them before.”

“yeah. you’re right.” i laughed, agreeing with her.

“no more secrets, okay?” 

i held out my pinky and waited for her to do the same.

“i promise. no more secrets.” extending her pinky, i connected mine with hers.

she smiled as we released the sealed deal and picked up her menu.

“i also dated taeyong for a little bit too.” she said hiding.

“alonnaaaa!” i laughed.

johnny’s pov

watching from the drivers seat, i clutched onto the floors.

i felt so weird, like i was spying on them.

well, technically i was.

suddenly my phone rang.

jaehyun.

“hello?” 

“hey, man. where are you?” jae asked.

i had to lie.

“uh, at my dad’s shop- helping out. what’s up?”

“malcolm needs us at the studio. we’re meeting with marteen today and it’s just going to be me, you and mark. so could you please- be chill about this?” he asked.

i rolled my eyes at the sound of his name.

“what time?”

“around 2pm. can you meet me at the studio before the meeting though?”

i nodded.

“i’ll be there at 1. see you then.”

i quickly hung up the phone and shoved the device in my pocket.

“perfectly timing.” i mumbled as i watched alonna get up and walk away from the table.

bathroom break, im assuming. 

gathering up all the confidence i had left, i opened the car door- jumping out and taking the flowers with me.

i dodged being in the sight of ivy, quickly making it to the entrance.

the host greeted me and i smiled, walking past him.

taking a deep breathe, i made my way outside and walked to ivy’s table.

ivy’s pov

looking out into the parking lot, i tilted my head a bit.

that almost looked like johnny’s car.

i furrowed my brows, feeling a present behind me.

“that was quick.” i laughed. “hey, does that look like johnny’s car to you?”

i turned around expecting to see alonna, but it was johnny instead.

he had a weak smile on his face, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“yeah, that’s me.” he chuckled.

i leaned away a little and placed my hand over my heart.

“johnny?.. what are you doing here?”

he quickly pulled up a chair, sitting next to me.

“i’ll make this quick. cause i know you don’t wanna see me right now and i really don’t wanna get slapped again.” he halfway chuckled.

“ivy- i like you. that’s all there is to it. i’m not totally sure if you like me back, but i hope that you still do. i know that what i did to mark was wrong-”

i tensed up at his name.

“there’s no excuse for what i did. and i take full responsibility for my actions.”

johnny slowly reached his hand out for mine, squeezing it.

“i apologize, for putting you in that type of environment. and if you give me a chance to prove that i’m actually a good person- you wont regret it.”

i furrowed my brows as i listened.

i wanted to cry so badly because i could see in his eyes, that he was truly sorry for everything he did.

“i don’t need an answer right now. you can take as much time as you need to think about it-” handing over the flowers, he leaned in to kiss my forehead.

“just know that i have feelings for you. and i wanna get to know you better.”

watching him stand up, i hugged onto the flowers.

“i hope you can forgive me, ivy.”

johnny gently tossed my curls off my shoulder and softly smiled.

“you look beautiful by the way..”

my body was frozen. i couldn't speak or think.

i had half the nerve to stand up and kiss this man right on his lips, for admitting that he was wrong. i knew that wasn't easy for anyone, so i respected him for that.

i watched as johnny made his way back out to his car, and drove off.

“girl- the soap in that bathroom smells so freakin-” alonna said approaching the table.

her eyes went straight to the flowers, then back at me.

“how did he know where we were?” 

i was quiet.

“ivy! did you tell johnny that we were meeting?” she asked as she sat down, waving her hand in front of me.

i shook my head.

“oh my god- he must have followed me from the hotel then. that little fucker.” alonna looked out into the parking lot and groaned.

“i told him to stay away from you.” she pulled out her phone, dialing some numbers.

“you told him what?” i said keeping my grip on the bouquet.

jaehyun’s pov

pulling up to the studio, i sang to myself- making my way into our room.

“well, well, well.” 

looking over towards the booth, i seen taeyong slipping the headphones off his head.

Malcolm looked up from the keyboard in the corner and smiled.

“nice to see you, my man!”

i gave him a head nod, closing the door.

“figured we’d have a little meeting, before out meeting.” Malcolm laughed.

“i dont need a meeting with him.” i said pointing over to taeyong. “im good.”

reaching for the door handle, Malcolm caught me by the arm.

“come on, jaehyun. this conversation needs to happen. you know i dont do negative vibes in my studio. and this deal with marteen will not be ruined.”

i clenched my jaw and rolled my eyes.

“now, have a seat.”

as taeyong walked out of the booth, he smirked in my direction.

i really wanted to punch his stupid ass in the face.

“now- while marteen is here, we wont have a replay of the other meeting we had- will we taeyong?”

taeyong shot his gaze at malcolm- who was pointing over at him.

“no sir.” he answered in a serious tone. 

“jae.” malcolm looked over at me.

“im good. you know im not with the bullshit anyways.”

he clapped his hands together and smiled.

“that’s my boy! now, you two need to squash whatever drama you have before 2pm. you've got an hour and i want all body parts in the same condition they were in, when i leave. got it?”

malcolm made his way out the studio and i took a seat.

taeyong’s pov

i spun in my chair, thinking of a smartass comment to make.

pulling my beanie down a bit, i playfully smiled in jae’s direction.

“how’s my sloppy seconds, bro?” i laughed.

jae kept his eyes on me, not moving a muscle.

“let me make this clear, you mention her name- or say anything bad about her, i’m knocking your ass out. no questions asked.”

alonna’s smile ran through my mind.

i leaned back in my chair, trying to keep my cool.

dont kill him. dont kill him.

“i’m just wondering how my dick taste.” shoving my hands in the pocket of my hoodie, i watched as jae rolled his neck.

“you should be more worried about being able to breathe in a minute.”

the muscles in his jaw flexed once again. 

i smacked my lips.

“you know i could snatch her away from you at anytime jae, you dont completely have her, you know.” i laughed.

“what the fuck is your problem? what are you so mad about? is it that you can’t have her, or are you trying to cope with the fact that im better than you- in every fucking way possible.”

jae stood up from his chair and i joined him.

“you're lucky that i haven’t fucked you up, already. alonna is the only person that’s keeping you safe right now. if it was my choice, you’d be dead.”

he spoke.

i lifted my brows.

“wow- my feelings are hurt.” i laughed, kicking my chair back. “especially since, she’s been in contact with me- since i broke her little heart. sorry to break it to you, but she still wants me.”

jaehyun’s pov

i ran my fingers through my hair, becoming frustrated.

“you’re a fucking liar.”

he was bluffing. he wanted me to get angry. he liked the drama.

“oh yeah?” taeyong said pulling out his phone.

“isn’t this your bathroom at the hotel?”

taeyong pulled up a picture of alonna, posing in her bra and underwear.

i snatched the phone out of his hand. my body was shaking.

“how did you get this?” i said throwing his phone back at him.

she sent that to me after she left to meet with ivy, for brunch.

today. just a few hours ago, that picture was taken.

he simply caught his phone and laughed.

“she sent it to me, stupid ass. how else would i have got it?”

[selivakyle]

im gonna hit u with the trinity...jayroy, jayconnor, jaykyle

HHOOOOOOOO boy. lets go

jayroy

who wakes up first in the morning: jason does and he likes the quiet of it when he can hear roy’s breathing and just. recenter. especially if the night before was long or restless

who’s the first to fall asleep at night: jason dozes a lot in the night but is also really easy to wake, when they actually go to bed roy can usually pass out once hishead hits the pillow

what they playfully tease each other over: god EVERYTHING. their families. their clothes. “you used that gun?” “oh im sorry i didnt know the archer was now the pistol police”. etc etc

what they do when the other’s having a bad day: roy is very touchy and while jason isnt so much whenever theyre feeling down they just like to be close to each other. legs linked while they sit on the couch together, hands caressing the backs of each others necks, arms always brushing because theyre standing too close. physical comfort is a major aspect of their relationship after each having struggled with it for so long and learning it can be a good thing together.

how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments: jason is really stubborn but when it comes to these two hes usually the first to apologise. it will be a short apology and he’ll never acknowledge why they fought but roy will always accept his apology once theyve both cooled off

which one’s more ticklish: jason. roy found this out when he gave jason’s knee a horsebite and wound up with a blood nose

their favourite rainy day activities: roy makes jason watch bad tv shows he missed while growing up, cleaning their weapons, just... being alive

how they surprise each other: they don’t really surprise each other much? theyre so intune with each other from working together that they can usually predict or understand what the other is up to. sometimes roy will come home with a classic version of a book jason likes or sometimes jason will wear a shirt of roy’s he called ugly, but nothing major.

their most sickening shows of public affection: [headline reading: RED HOOD AND ARSENAL CAUGHT MAKING OUT ON ROOFTOP IN GOTHAM - EXCLUSIVE PICS]

jayconnor

who wakes up first in the morning: connor is the only person jason knows who wakes before him. he still hasnt figured out how its possible, but it is nice to wake up to coffee thats already been made for him

who’s the first to fall asleep at night: also connor, but his bedtime is like 9pm

what they playfully tease each other over: jason always gives connor shit about his green arrow outfit, connor always gives jason shit about... anything. also bruce and ollie get a lot of shit from the both of them once they really get going.

what they do when the other’s having a bad day: connor knows that jason always needs someone to listen to him, because usually his frustration over the little things actually has a lot to do with something bigger. hes good at digging within a conversation to find what that is. if connor is feeling down, jason knows to take him to the take out place across town that reminds him of his favourite one in star city

how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments: connor is usually the first to cave, but only because he knows he can get jason talking about the argument after

which one’s more ticklish: connor, but only in a very few particular spots

their favourite rainy day activities: they hang out at the local conservatory and connor gets jason to list off all the stupid ways the plants could kill them from what he knows of ivy

how they surprise each other: sometimes jason like to offer connor information about what hes thinking without connor prying too much; connor likes to let jason be the big spoon every so often

their most sickening shows of public affection: some girls once found them at a park in star city while they were going on a not-really-a-date-but-a-date and asked connor for pics, unfortunately jason happened to be plastered to his side and holding his hand in the photos later uploaded to instagram. its how ollie found out that his son was dating the red hood and he had an aneurysm nearly. bruce thought it was awesome.

jaykyle

who wakes up first in the morning: kyle always wakes way too early, so goes back to sleep. jason is always the first to actually get up

who’s the first to fall asleep at night: jason. kyle’s so used to the night sky it’s hard for him to get to sleep most nights

what they playfully tease each other over: kyle found out about jason’s brief interlude with the robin suit with shorts, and also found out that there were photos. he has copies. jason just teases kyle about the fact that he had no real choice in bruce being his dumbass dad - whats kyle’s excuse for his relationship with hal?

what they do when the other’s having a bad day: kyle flies them to the santa monica pier for them to sit there for a few hours. kyle always misses the beach, and jason likes how the scene is so different from gotham

how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments: unless its a really major argument they generally tend to just... take a few, then move on with their days

which one’s more ticklish: jason. he’ll deny it though

their favourite rainy day activities: “wanna go annoy bruce with stories about the lanterns” “if he tries to kill me i’d like to know you’d take my side.” “....sure”

how they surprise each other: “babe i just drank your art water. again. can you stop using the nice mugs for it” “oh dont worry i bought nicer nice mugs instead. won’t happen again” (it does happen again. jason absolutely loses it with him)

their most sickening shows of public affection: 

kyle: [constructs a boquet of flowers]jason: put that away thats disgustingkyle: :( okayjason: wait no i wasnt serious i love them. just dont let anyone else see

[sashasylva]

Looking for references and advice~

I have been wanting to rework a lot of my OCs for a while now, and am finally ready to buckle down and do it, I want to do this because a lot of my characters, male and female, are starting to look.. a lot alike, similar cloths, features, ect. And I want to diversify my characters. Ive been seeing that post about how happy it makes people of minorities to see characters that resemble me and that was the final push I needed to make up my mind to DO this, theres no better time than the present.

However, I’ve ALWAYS wanted to diversify my characters, with different skin tones, ethnicities, clothes, ect, but as a very very white person myself, I’m so nervous about messing up and making something look offensive or use something in the wrong way. I know there are references out there with different color swatches with different skin tones going from light to dark, but I cant find one with more than like, 5 different variations and I have a ton of OCs. Theyre for my storyverse, where theres three different ‘races’, Humans, Ferace (animal people, resemble saytrs but are much more varied in what their animal half may be) and Silvkin (Plant people), so while they don’t live on earth, I still want skin, feature and culture diversity, (Im going to stay away from religion atm, as I havent developed that part of the lore yet).

I also struggle with making good outfits, hence why all my characters have practically the same clothes, so if people have references from their cultures or from cultures you’re knowledgable about, that would be FANTASTIC, I need waaay more than I have atm, and a lot of my characters are elemental, so if you know outfits that may suit something for an ice user, or a fire user, ect, share!!! I want them to be visually interesting and diverse, I want them to pop, be memorable! I’m going to get off my ass and do some research, but I am not good at research so help from others would be a blessing~

As someone who is fairly chubby herself, I would love to figure out how to draw different body types as well, while these characters lead a pretty active lifestyle, I have at least one character (Ivy) who I’ve wanted to have be chubby for a long time now, but I struggle with rolls and curves when it comes to that, (I also feel like now that I have the silvkin and ferace races, and Ivy is a silvkin, it makes even more important to me, because a lot of the silvkin are very slim and graceful due to feeding on sunlight only, or only eat a little solid food, just for the taste, but Ivy lives a different lifestyle than them, in a group of all three races, and eats solid food regularly, and is a healer so she doesnt move as much, but shes still happy with herself)

So if anyone has any good advice or references for drawing: Skin tones, clothes, body types, or really ANYTHING, feel free to share, PLEASE share!! Please reblog too, even if you don’t have anything to offer reference wise, I dont care if you’ve never interacted with me, I want to educate myself and learn how to make my characters and drawings more diverse, because Im getting sick of my giant cast of pasty white people that all look the same, and i want people to be able to see themselves in my characters, even if they never become popular, I just want to be able to feel PROUD of what ive created, and while I love my world and my characters, I know they can be better, i know they can be improved, a lot of these characters were made several years ago, and I want to improve upon what middle school and early highschool me made, because I’ve learned so much myself about society and the importance of diversity.

Thank you~

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mermaid girls!! yes!!!

yes i know their faces look the same, i was stupid and didn't give them their own layers for their head? they all got the same base so i changed it as i went along but then i added stuff to them, so...

anyways!

the first one is named lily! her name was hard for me, since i was initially going with the concept that she chose a non-interesting human thing to name herself, but then i kinda just. gave up on that.

anyways she is so!! happy!!! all the time!!!! she really believes in people and believes they can change and is annoyed whenever her sisters don't give humans a second chance.

you might've already noticed the blood and nets on her tail, and those were from humans. her hair was also burned on one side, and for mermaids, these things take a lot longer to heal. immortality has it's consequences, y'know.

that coat was something she found in a window of a boat shop nearby. it got a little ripped when she grabbed it, but she thinks it adds character. besides, it's better than swimming around in a bikini all day.

okay! next one!!

the next one is vapor! her name was easier, at first it was haze but then i thought this fit a little better. i might still change it? idk

she is. anxiety!! a lot!!! of anxiety!! when she's not worrying, though, she's usually lost in thought. she's mostly scared of humans, even though she's really really strong and could probably knock one out in one hit.

her hair wasn't always black, but nobody is really sure how it. got that way? so they just. don't mention it. they theorize it might've been from lack of water for a few days; she likes going above the surface a lot.

oh, and her tail doesn't go all the way up to her neck. that's kinda like her shirt?

and last one!!

her name is dim! her name was ivy at first. one of my name ideas was medusa lol

she's the oldest out of the sisters, and is the most protective, and very no-time-for-fun-and-games. she has a very shiny trident, but don't let that fool you, she is very aggressive. if lily can't convince her not to kill you, well, that's it for you!

she is the least human out of all of them, which is why her skin is more blue than the others. she actually doesn't really like that, since it's usually a sign of immaturity or a point of mockery among mermaids.

trust me, she hates her outfit as much as i do. her sisters asked for her cool outfits a lot when they were younger and so she kinda ran out a little bit. she also wishes she had more of a swampy green and purple vibe? but you can't exactly. change the color of your tail. so she's kinda stuck here

okay, this was a very long post but yea, i like them a lot! im trying to think of a story but i can't think of much? so im working on it! i really should start making characters after I've figured out that, huh?

this took me like 30 minutes to write dear god </3

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 a peek into band management :  𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 :

NAME: caroline diana champion 

AGE: twenty - four 

GENDER: cis woman 

PRONOUNS: she / her / hers 

HOMETOWN: london , england 

OCCUPATION: fortune 500 company heir , band manager for some saints .

TRAITS: + purposeful , erudite , composed - reserved , despondent , reluctant 

HOGWARTS HOUSE: ravenclaw 

MORAL ALIGNMENT: lawful good

HEIGHT: 5′9

ORIENTATION: pansexual

𝟎𝟎𝟐. 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐁𝐈𝐎 :

caro was born in london into a musical family . her dad was the founder and ceo of famed record label champ records , and her mother was a retired singer akin to the likes of celine dion who now worked as a consultant

being mixed race in the uk was tough for caro , who was never quite enough for either identity . she grew up the youngest of 3 , but always got the sense that she was alone despite being surrounded by people . her family was well known and even better off , so she felt guilty with the sense that she was missing something , but kept her sentiments to herself

she escaped into the realm of books , mowing through her family library voraciously . she skips a year almost as soon as she starts school , an unquenchable thirst to learn and improve making her even more notable than the famous champion surname she totes .

her parents are kind but oblivious to their daughter’s sense of isolation due to their own busy schedules , so caro takes it upon herself to make something of herself . she’s writing almost as early as she can remember , just a few lines here and there , but eventually penning whole songs over bare boned melodies she hums at the family grand piano . though she’d never picture herself sharing these with anyone , her music and her writings give her an outlet to pour herself into

she grows into a stunning young woman who benefits greatly from a double dose of a wealthy upbringing and pretty privilege , though a stern father who forged his own path ensures she stays humble despite the hordes of people bending over backwards to please her . she struggles in her teen years to form true friendships , fearing that the friends she makes are only after her celebrity recognition or trying to get to her father through her . this distrust only forces her further into herself , focusing on her studies and believing people will come second

she dates someone casually as she’s ready to apply to universities , a musician who is the first person she shows her compositions to , truly feeling herself open up until they ask to come to her father’s workplace to meet the man themself . caroline , feeling a repeat of being taken advantage of , cuts them off and erases all thought of her own musical career , feeling she will never be able to properly achieve her dream without the constant reminder that half her life was already handed to her .

instead , she heads to the US for business school and graduates with honors from an ivy league university , deciding to stay in the family business but beginning with quite the project , some saint and their revolving door of management teams . knowing a challenge is the only thing she can properly put her mind to , she takes the boys on and directs her way into their best sales within months of their new direction . it’s difficult work , but with their talent and her brain for strategy , she runs a tight ship on her end and is managing to ensure they get the recognition they deserve and then some ( though their publicist hates them all , manager included )

she’s not sure what will come next , but she does know she wants to keep making a platform to help others succeed while she remains behind the scenes . she starts the champion foundation , a non-profit that teaches young girls different business skills in order to encourage them to pursue their own positions of power . it’s one of her proudest accomplishments and she diverts lots of her free time to events for it

𝟎𝟎𝟑. 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

caroline is forever putting the needs of others before herself . though she’s not a pushover by any means ( and can actually be rather frigid and aloof ) she’s constantly working herself to her brink without taking any time to herself 

very much a know it all and due to being quite large brained , she tends to be right . she moves at lightning speed and hates feeling unproductive . she reads at every meal and has replaced listening to music with usually listening to audiobooks . caro prides herself in being the most well - educated person in the room , as her appearance can lend to her not being taken seriously , and being the know - all , end - all can usually silence skeptics as soon as she opens her mouth

she’s incredibly composed and carries herself almost like a politician . never a hair out of place , never a crease in her outfit , never a smudge in her glasses . caro is obsessed with accomplishing exactly what her high expectations are set to and will stop at very little to ensure she gets there . she will often work herself into sleepless nights and insist a quick power nap and a green eye will be enough to prepare her for the next meeting she has 

people have joked that if she were american she should run for president and she doesnt disagree !

despite a persona of complete control , caro still struggles to let herself enjoy things due to her fear of failure and being seen only for her lineage . she never partied growing up and actually wouldn’t mind doing so , but fears that she never has a moment to let herself enjoy things because good things never last and she’ll only waste her own time

control freak who doesnt like distractions and is SO self - critical of herself , truly has never given herself credit in her LIFE just keeps wanting to work until she drops 

she’s scary but a hot , ‘ im the captain now ’ kind of scary sksks . she has a p high tolerance for people she has to impress but if she’s in charge ? she’ll hand ur ass to u w that lil accent and not a SINGLE hesitation and then turn around and smile so cutely for the cameras 

caro is INTENSE about her passions but feels herself readily closing off the moment things go wrong . she can’t handle attachment and figures it’s best to keep things at a safe distance rather than to risk the dangers of ruining things . 

inspired by the EVER iconic hermione granger ( who is one of her heroes ,) meredith grey , and maybe a bit of spencer hastings ?? prob also michaela from htgawm ! her vibe ( and music and accent ) are based off jorja smith so if u need to picture caro , put on an interview w miss smith , close ur eyes , and it’s caro luv :)

𝟎𝟎𝟒. 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 :

secret exes bc i DEF know she wouldnt be out letting her personal life become public ! this would have been TOUGH to get into caro’s inner circle so maybe this was a friendship first or someone she shouldnt have  been attracted to but she just was bc they balanced her out ? anyways PLEASE i beg that they ended and there’s angst

PUBLIC exes because i feel she would 100% be like ‘this would be mutually beneficial and my team agrees we dont even have to touch in public’ askskks i love a fake dating plot !

inner circle of one or two friends , just the few people she trusts and lowkey opens up to on tour ?

booty call — i would LAUGH if this is someone she is SO not supposed to be in bed with and she covers their mouth every time they meet and is like ‘please don’t fucking speak you’re so annoying’ but the chem is just too fire !

fashion buddies ! caro does a ton of modeling on the side to build her brand and i’d love if she knew ur muse from one of these campaigns and they were friendly !

ex friends , they used to be close until maybe your muse did something that freaked caro out and made her cut ur muse off for barely any reason ?

skinny love , i would LOVEEE if someone opened caro up and made her feel comfortable being herself for once , maybe takes her to parties or has sleepovers with her and they’re just soft and sweet but the slow burn HURTS bc theyre both in love with each other and unwilling to admit it ! extra points if they have drama behind why they cant actually date !

good influence — caro is 100% a fuckin’ mom friend but a SCARY mom so besides the band boys it would be funny to me if she was like ‘not u too’ when she has to pull up at 3 am to come get ur muse from a club bc theyre too faded to see straight and she lectures ur muse the whole way home before tucking them in and snuggling next to them to make sure they sleep ok

someone she hates but they keep donating to her foundation so she has to play nice 

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Bio! Dad Strange Part 9

Jason returns, may be a 2 parter to cover tim getting kidnapped and the aftermath. Will let you know at the end. We are getting to Marinette dealing with Ladybugging soon.

Marinette wasnt sure what to think this year. She met The Barry Allen last year. She also figured out 2 heroes pre-flash revelation and two more after—in her defense Hero Stalker’s old theory on The first Robin did Batman in. it is not her fault 5 founding members have the multiple-persona game of a booger.

She was also Tetch (Mad Hatter. Doesnt deserve the name) and Mr. J’s, Jerimah’s, last victim before they died. Then some idiots revived Jerimah. She hates his cult a lot, okay.

Everyone was on high alert and trying to keep her inside. The thing is, she hates being inside. She’s inside for designing, sure. Research? She’ll live.

But 24/7 inside time?

Never a good combo with her.

Rose’s plants may be snitches, but they seemed to agree on the over coddling. She’s ten, can break phones by tapping them, and is defiantely more off her stickers than on at the moment.

The one on her was uring her into some alleyway. If she was reading the movement pattern right, a gang fight.

Lovely, she usually did these with some sort of supervision but they were all being rude and she needed time outside.

She checked her belt, a few pairs of ball weights tied together with one chain each to make bolas clipped to back. She has a taser in hand, and a few rubber bullet loaded gun on one hip and a stun gun her size in the other. She had a packet of zipties and rope up each sleeve. Easy to giftwrap and humiliate bad people, like Batman does.

She blinked once when she saw—new player? In a bright red full face helmet that looks horrible. And he’s holding that gun make all wrong to max out usage. Ugh, amatuers.

Some part of her groaned about a potential run-in with Batman and his new Robin—she was pissed about Tim not telling her still—and decided this was as good an anger management as any. New vigilante, maybe the sirens would help him find a team.

She snuck up behind a few members, quick to grab the guns and move them out of reach. No need to give anyone playing possum an easy out, right—she saw a mix of her people in with the gang. She needed to teip this guy up before he hurt the RKC street kids and honoraries tangled up in this.

“Hey helmet, if you’re gonna shoot them you’re holding the gun wrong.”

Helmet turned to see her. She didnt grab her usual harley-knock off outfit for helping today. She wanted to be Pixie Pop for a bit. And if the Rogues forgot that she’s Pixie well, better for her, right? Pixie just wore her hair like Tinkerbell and wore a bit of green.

The guy he was aiming at made to run.

Marinette grabbed a makeshift bolas and threw it at his knees. She recognized him from one of the RKC hit lists—human trafficker. He fell with them wrapped around tight and defiantely injured bith his knees with how the weights hit him.

“I, Pixie Pop?” Weird, no one had seen her as Pixie in two years. How’d he know it was her?

“Yeah. Havent been around much lately.” She threw another bola at another guy. “You new?”

“Talk after i kill these guys.”

Marinette rolled her eyes, because really?

She threw a knife to screw his aim into non-lethal on one guy. “Kick their ass first, some RKC are in here.”

Helmet oddly did as she said, switching from guns to—is that. A. Sword?

She twisted to punch the guy sneaking up on her. Helmet threw a sword and landed it in his shoulder.

“Thanks!”

“Holy shot you’re really here this time.”

“Did you get hit with feargas as a baby or something?” Her partner being prone to dellusions and good with weapons was a bad thing.

“Just came back from the dead is all.”

marinette hit the guy going for helmet with her stun gun.

“That’ll do it!”

Helmet turned to one of the guys, gun at the ready. She had a feeling Helmet needed a lot of help, or else one of Rose’s agents would be down.

“If you know about pixies, you should know she got an upgrade to having some trust dust.”

Marinette walked over to the guy, letting her tracker plant take a look. The flower bloomed and he got a face full of ‘filter-less pollen’ that’s as close to a truth serum as Rose could make. After all, people can turn sides.

“Truth pollen?” Helmet was staring at her closely.

“Yep.” Marinette turned to her victim. “Are you helping the traffickers?”

“Does infiltration and killing them count as helping?”

Helmet stared at them then.

“Which team?”

“HKT ma’am. How did you get rose to give you one of those?”

“Think for a minute who she gives these to.”

“Comanding officers of the the RKC reconn and interigation but there’s only 15 and i met them all when i joined in the fall.”

“Im the summer help when theyre not puppy gaurding. Now, i have to do zipties on the traffickers, think you can help?”

“I lost coordination from the pollen.”

“Of course you did.”

Marinette turned to see Helmet staring at her. Like she should be dead, not the new revival guy.

“Good enough.”

“I thought only Poison Ivy could do things like that.”

“I have a badass team, well, when they aren’t going overboard. One week kidnapped and suddenly im made of glass.”

“Pixie you are what, ten?”

“So? Two of my best friends went missing becuase no one stepped up, one of them resurfaced as an idiot a year later but still.”

Helmet stopped then. “Two?”

“Hero stalker went after our big brother vanished.. he came back as an idiot.”

Helmet paused. “Hey, you check the others and i’ll help you drop off the good ones at a doctor or something.”

“Zipties are at the ready. Mind doing your share?”

Helmet did as she asked, working with her until all was squared away.

“Okay, my tracker gave off a signal to the RKC to gather our guys here, and—why are bleeding?”

Helmet looked up at her then. “I am?”

“... you’re coming with me since i dont know if you need a transfusion, but i know a guy who can help.”

“I’m driving.”

“On what?”

“Motorcycle.”

Marinette let him walk her to it, and she got on first. He ‘drove’ them while the plant told her when to turn. They ended up at her dad’s clinic as ‘Mr. Smith’. He was so grounding her.

“Smith, i need help,” she tried.

Her dad came out and paled when he saw her carrying Helmet. Before he passed out he let her take it off. “Red hoodie... oh god he said he was revived.”

Her father worked out the blood bags while she checked the wound, bullet still in there. She got it out with tweezers. No major damage to the muscles and shit. How many scars did he have? Pre or post revival?

When he came to she turned to her father and said one thing.

“So this is my new brother. Dont try to get out of it, he kept me alive when i was comstantly pixie, and you said if he was in a bad place then you’d take him in, no questions asked.”

Strange sighed, nodded, and went back to fixing Helmet up.

The next day he was forced moved into an extra room by hers. Somehow there was already clothes his size and style in it.

“Pixie...”

“Im determined and my honorary aunt is a cat burglar.”

Helmet hugged her.

“So for the documents, what do you want to go by?”

Helmet said he didnt want it to be obvious, given who he was before.

“Its not like you were robin.”

“I was.”

“.... i know two robins now, pre-robining. What is my life?”

“ you are ten, calm down. And you knew dick?”

“Met him as Nightwing, not very friendly. But uh, remember hero stalker?”

“The idiot who followed me and B?”

“Yeah, so funny thing, it was a thing that he wanted to be Robin when you went off from Gotham, and then he somehow managed to convince bats to take him on.”

“That Child is Robin.”

“Will be another hero soon if he knows what’s good for him—he’s too easy to make.”

“Wait, you know who he is-is or—”

“I know 5 secret identities and want to lodge a formal complaint about heroes having no secret identity game.”

“Youre ten. I refuse to let you deal with legal things.”

“But illegal is still on the table?”

“I am a vigilante, of course it is.”

“Good, so can we tlak about how dumb Supes secret id is? I photoshoped glasses on as a joke and looked at my file and knew.”

“Wait have they found you yet?”

“No? I dont think so. Not the mom and step dad or father one yet.”

“But its.”

“I know, but i can keep multiple secret identities. They cant handle one. What is this bull they drop in my lap? No masks for two of them, and the three with cant even manage a basic gait switch?”

“I am so glad you noticed too.”

“Also we need to intervene with Hero Stalker.”

“Does your father know-know or...”

“Knows i know, but knows im not telling even in death.”

“Fair. So, heads up i am going to yell at the JL after killing B for impact.”

“How about beating him up instead and kidnapping Hero Stalker? Bats is fine just needs an adult working with him.”

“Maybe. If my mind wasnt so fucked i’d send the Dick a text or something about this, but i think he hates me so that probably wouldnt work.”

“We have planning time, that’s what my house arrest is good for. Now name.”

“... i want to go by Jay.”

“James work?”

“Sure.”

“James “Jay” Smith then. And we are fixing your vilagante outfit.”

“What’s wrong with it.”

“Your helmet has a nose. And the who this is shit for discreet armour. I’ll get a rant in fifteen on armor history from a fashion obsessed friend and make something for you using that, ok?”

“Do i have a choice?”

“I am your little sister offically. resistance is futile.”

—

So the long awaited return of Red Hoodie/Red Hood/Jason Todd.

For refrence (as age is weird here) Jason looks 14/15 here, but due to dead years is technically 18

Tim is 12

Marinette is 10

Dick is 20something.

Bruce is 30something

Heads up, this will be a two parter for this summer. As i love the next part but need sleep.

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