#might make this a fully fledged thing

[enigmaris]

A continuation of this post:

There is a teenager in the Watchtower.

Scratch that, there is a teenager that Bruce doesn't know in the Watchtower. The boy, maybe around Tim's age, is wearing worn blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes that had seen better days.

He is wearing no mask, no suit of armor, with no weapons on him. He's just sitting in one of the seats in their larger meeting room, quite literally twiddling his thumbs. He hadn't noticed Batman standing in the doorway.

Behind him, he heard Clark coming round the corner, Bruce lifted up a gloved hand which made the man stop.

"What is it, Bats?"

Bruce sent the man a look before motioning to the boy, who had definitely noticed them now.

He waved at them.

"Who is that? Don't you normally require all your new kids wear costumes up here?" Clark asked.

"Unknown." Bruce said before giving his friend a look. "He's not mine."

Why does everyone assume it's his kid? Just because this boy has dark hair and blue eyes does not mean he belongs to Bruce. Clark has nearly the same looks as Bruce, and he had two kids, why couldn't this one be one of his?

"He's not mine either!" Clark said before frowning. "Not that I know of."

Bruce lifted up an eyebrow, knowing his friend could see it beneath his cowl. Clark rolled his eyes.

"Let's be honest if he was one of mine, you would know before I would."

Bruce grunted and turned back to the teenager. The kid was clearly listening in on them while looking away from them. Bruce watched as he tapped on the table in front of him, making little staccato noises of anxiety.

"Why are we waiting out here?" Barry asked, appearing right in a blur of red and yellow right as he did. Clark pointed at the unknown in the meeting room. Barry grinned widely beneath his own cowl, making the rubbery material crinkle.

"Batsy! Another one? You sly dog, where'd you find this one?"

"He's not mine." Bruce growled, Barry actually froze for a moment, shock slowing him down to normal speed for a moment.

"Nice joke, Bats. If he's not yours, then whose is he?"

Bruce clenched his jaw, Barry looked between the two of them, head flipping rapidly until he realized it wasn't a joke. In the corner of his eye, he could see that the unknown was openly staring at them with a smile forming on his face.

"We are in space." Barry hissed. "How'd a random kid get in here?"

"Excuse me?"

Behind the three hero pile up, Arthur arrived. The King looked less than pleased at having his way impeded.

"I come to these bi-monthly meetings due to their importance. I have an entire kingdom to manage, so if we could all move?"

"Bats has a new kid!" Barry nearly shouted.

"He's not mine!" Bruce growled while Arthur looked up and over Barry to see the unknown.

"Do we have a security breach?" Arthur asked.

"He's not yours yet!" Barry said at the same time, lifting up a finger and pointing it right at Bruce's face.

"We don't know who it is or how they got here." Clark said. "He doesn't seem hostile."

"Appearances can be deceiving, Superman." Arthur said , pursing his lips. Bruce turned to see that the boy had now waved in greeting at Arthur and Barry. Barry waved back.

"Are we having a hallway party or something?" Captain Marvel asked. "A party sounds waaaay more fun than a meeting, no offense Batman."

"We have an intruder, Captain." Arthur said pointing directly at the kid.

The kid's eyes widened and he looked behind himself before pointing at his own chest in surprise.

"He doesn't seem like an intruder?" Marvel said with a frown. "What if he's lost?"

"The watchtower is a secure facility, people don't get here by accident." Bruce said.

"I dunno, Batman." Marvel shrugged. "We have aliens, magicians, and time travelers on our team. He could be lost."

Bruce refused to admit the genial man had a point, the unknown could be from anywhere or anywhen. From further down the hallway, John and Diana appeared, walking together. Diana was holding a glass filled with one of Barry's chocolate protein shakes. John nodded in greeting at the group.

"We have an intruder Wonder Woman." Arthur said.

Diana looked through the crowd before shaking her head.

"Nonsense. He has permission to be here. Come, we should sit for the meeting."

Diana muscled her way through the crowd, still carrying the glass. She walked directly over to the unknown. The boy perked up, smiling widely as Diana held out the glass for him

"Thanks, i was getting hungry." The boy said before taking a large gulp of the shake, Diana smiled down at the boy, resting her hand in his dark hair.

"Woah. Plot twist." Barry whispered.

"Come on, let's get to the bottom of this." Clark said walking into the room, following the path Diana took.

The rest of the League followed suit, taking their assigned seats around the table. Bruce wasn't surprised to see that the unknown was sitting in an extra chair right next to Diana.

"To start the meeting." Diana said onc everyone was seated. "I do have some news to share."

"Yeah, I sure hope so." Marvel said in that strange, joking tone he used as if he were quoting something, not that Bruce had ever been able to recognize the quotes.

"I would like to introduce the Justice League to my son, Daniel of Themyscira." Diana said, putting her arm around the unknown and squeezing him to her side.

"Hi." Daniel said, waving at the group, his cheeks a bit red.

Immediately, there was an uproar from most everyone in the League. Questions and shouts of confusion, shock, and denial. Diana only allowed the noise for a few moments before she slammed her fist onto the table hard enough to crack it.

"Enough!" She shouted, quickly quelling the group. "I will not allow my decision to bring my son here be questioned."

She glared at them fiercely, still holding Daniel to her side. The boy had ducked down a bit with the shouting but was now looking up at Diana with adoration.

"This entire team, aside from Captain Marvel, has brought their young charges to the League." Diana continued, looking at each of them. "Superman has brought up two Superboys, Aquaman introduced to us Aqualad, Flash has both Impulse and Kid Flash, Martian Manhunter came to us with Miss Martian. I do not believe we even have time to list all of Batman's brood."

Barry had the audacity to snort at Diana's last point. That actually eased the tension and people relaxed. Diana leaned back into her seat.

"I would think that my team of many years would trust my judgment in bringing my son here. I assure you he is well into his training and more than competent. I will allow you all to ask your questions now."

Bruce cleared his throat near silently and spoke up first.

"What does he know?"

Diana didn't look impressed at his question. Daniel looked at her face before frowning at Bruce, clearly following his mother's lead.

"I have spoken at length about the League and how we work together. I assure you that i have not revealed any identities shared in confidence with me." Diana's tone made it clear she was offended that Bruce would accuse her of revealing their identities. He barely kept from wincing.

"Uhm. How did he... come to be?" Clark asked, clearly not wanting to ask any truly intimate details.

"In the way all children do." Diana said, giving Clark a look of his own.

That answer was not very helpful given that Diana was formed from clay by her mother. Had she taken a pottery class when he wasn't looking? Unless the boy was much older than he appeared, there was no way Diana had hidden a pregnancy from them 15 or so years ago.

"Why haven't we heard of him before now?" Arthur asked.

"Daniel was training with Pandora, one of the elders of Themyscira, she sent him here when he learnt all she had to teach. He joined me in the world of man only a few months ago." Diana answered simply.

"Uh. Excuse my ignorance." Barry said in a tone that made it clear he was about to say something very ignorant indeed. "But I thought your family only had women in it?"

This time Daniel answered, looking nervous.

"I'm. I'm trans actually." he answered, while rubbing his arm nervously.

"Which is completely fine and something that will not leave this room." Diana said, her voice comforting towards her son while her eyes promised hellfire to the heroes in the room.

Everyone made noises of agreement until Daniel relaxed, going back to smiling.

"Excuse me Wonder Woman, will Daniel be wanting to join any of the other, younger teams?" Captain Marvel asked, sounding excited at the idea.

Which of course he would, he was still acting Den Mother for Young Justice and loving it.

"That is up to him. For now I would like to keep him to myself for a while longer, but once he is further trained by myself I think it would be a splendid opportunity."

"Yes!" Daniel agreed before clearing his throat. "I mean, that'd be cool or whatever."

"We can discuss it in the future." Bruce allowed, knowing that it would probably happen sooner than Diana would want knowing how both the Teen Titans and Young Justice were. Danny nodded eagerly at that.

"Finish your food." Diana told Daniel before looking back up at the rest of the team. "Are there any more questions?"

"Does Daniel have any health requirements or powers we need to be aware of?" John asked. "Or is his physiology the same as your own?"

"His powers are vastly different from my own. It is one of the reasons Pandora had taken on his training in the beginning." Diana answered easily. "The facilities and resources we have here should work well for him in case of injury."

The knowledge that Daniel's powers were so different from Diana's that she didn't feel comfortable training him herself was worrisome. Amazons, as far as he knew, had relatively similar powersets. Although he had not heard of Pandora before, perhaps she was specialized?

"I do have, what's it called? An enhanced metabolism. Most stuff here doesn't work on me."

"Don't worry son. We have plenty of medications designed with metas in mind." Clark told Danny. "If it works on me and your mom, it willl work for you."

"Cool."

"What all can you do?" Captain Marvel asked.

Daniel turned to look at Diana who nodded. The boy then looked back at them and started listing his powers.

"I can fly. Not as fast as mom's invisible jet but pretty fast. I'm super strong. I can turn invisible and intangible."

"Intangible?" Clark asked.

"It is an ability similar to Martian Manhunter's density shifting." Diana clarified. "The mechanisms are different."

Magical, most likely, instead of John's more science based power. Bruce would have to come up with more contingencies to compensate for that.

"Yeah intangibility is pretty cool." Daniel told them. "Althought when i first got it, it was pretty scary. I kept falling through stuff. I was almost afraid I'd start falling through the whole planet by accident. I totally have it under control now though."

"I would be interested in comparing our abilities, Daniel." John said, nodding his head towards him. The boy beam excitedly.

"Yeah!"

"Not in the Watchtower." Diana warned, voice stern.

Yes, that was probably sensible. Danny agreed with his mother, and John clarified that he would be happy to meet up planetside at their convenience.

"Are those all of your abilities?" Barry asked, Daniel shook his head.

"No there are a bunch more. But I'm not supposed to use them for a while."

"Why?"

"My son is powerful, but he has relied on his powers far too much in the past." Diana said, sounding porud enough to make her son blush. "Right now, I am training his melee abilities, we have agreed to a temporary pause until he has met my standards."

"It's been super tough. Mom's making me practice with her sword all the time." Danny added on.

"My mother will be sending on your own weapon soon." Diana soothed. "Hephestes does not like to be rushed."

"I know mom."

Diana reached up and ruffled her son's hair. Daniel leaned into the affection with a smile.

"Are there any further questions?" Diana asked, when no one had anything immediately she nodded. "Good. Is there any further business? If not, I would like to take my son home for a proper meal."

Everyone looked at each other. Bruce had wanted to discuss some of his findings, but with Diana's reveal, it hardly seemed important any longer. Bruce was going to need to do a lot of research and planning. He wondered if he should get Tim involved or if he should hold off. The League agreed to end the meeting early, Diana stood.

"Come Daniel. We should get to the jet."

Daniel scrambled up and followed his mother out of the meeting room, his worn sneakers squeaking a bit on the flooring. The rest of the League sat in silence for a moment taking in what Diana had told them.

Wonder Woman had a child. A child with powers beyond her own.

Daniel popped back into the room before anyone could speak.

"Gosh, I am sorry I almost forgot. Mr. Batman, I have something for you."

Daniel walked right over to Bruce, who stared at him from underneath the cowl. The boy was not nearly as confident as his mother when it came to his glare. He cringed a bit, but reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny, silver and green flash drive. He placed it on the table and stepped back.

"What is that?"

"Mom told me you like to make contingencies for everyone. In case they go crazy or whatever. So..." The boy motioned to the drive with his hand. "I mean, it'd be weird if i made my own plans, but like, you could do it. That has all my powers and weaknesses and stuff."

Bruce grabbed the flash drive and the boy looked pleased.

"Okay! I gotta go. It was awesome meeting you guys!"

Daniel turned on his heel and ran out of the room. Bruce looked down at the flash drive, doing his best to hide his shock. No one has ever just handed him a list of their weaknesses before.

"I dunno Bats, are you sure he's not yours?" Barry asked.

[evilmagician430]

mabeline/jonah wolf in my 2020s timeskip au! read my tags for more information about her

[vii-spider]

something i've thought about every now and then,

taking the first season of total drama and swapping each character out for one who fits into a similar archetype/personality

eg, zeke is a socially oblivious farm boy, a lot like rodney, so he'd take zeke's place. tyler would be replaced by lightning, since both are dumb jocks. dj, you could swap out for brick or dawn, since the former is another tough-looking guy with a lot of heart and the latter is another kind-hearted animal lover

it wouldn't be 100% true to the first season, tho- like, if you put scarlett in instead of heather, then that doesn't mean scarlett would make it to the final 3. she might be the first to get booted, she might end up winning. who knows!

idk if this is stupid or anything lol i just thought it was a potentially cool idea

[feisaru]

I really wanna settle on a name for people to call me actually but I'm so unsure. That would also influence my talking tag, because maybe then I'd finally make myself one... but like because of my trashfire brain it's so hard to settle on anything.

I'm okay with my given name. The connotations of it fit me. But sometimes it still makes me feel as though I'm being treated with distance. The short form is okay too, that's what my people on insta have agreed to call me. But sometimes it goes on my nerves because of how cutesy it is.

Then there's Zefyrinus, which I'd probably just shorten to Zef. That's the name I chose for myself for my confirmation. Choosing it made me feel powerful because it defied their expectations

Then there's Cain... it really resonates with me but I first conciously registered the name through a webcomic character. Which makes me a bit embarrassed about using it.

Simon or some variation of it would be possible as well, or something like Nathaniel.

Shiny... one of my oldest nicks, because of how I used to do shiny hunting as a hobby, and it's becoming increasingly harder for me to hear because there's so many bad memories attached to it and more are added to the pile with each passing day. It's gonna stay with me, but unless I change my mind I don't want people to call me that anymore.

There's also the possibilty of using Saru as a name, but the question is, do I REALLY want that...

This is all. In conclusion I don't think I'm settling this dilemma any time soon. Maybe getting called Feisaru is good enough after all

[tahbhie]

Reasons Why 80% of Romantic Plots Fall Through.

Haven't you wondered why a romantic story you have so much hope for suddenly flops? Whether it's yours or not, let's see what could be the problem.

• Relying Too Much on the Outcome

Unfortunately, no romance is complete without an arc. In other words, it is more than just the intimacy. When writers don't allow the relationship to develop naturally, it feels forced. Rushing to the final romance without building a solid foundation will make the story feel shallow and unconvincing. Take your time, flesh out the idea, and follow the plot gradually.

• Creating Unnecessary Victimization

I often see writers make the mistake of portraying one character as too weak or pitiful only for the sake of it. This unnecessary victimization can undermine the character's depth and make the story less compelling. Your readers won't cry along with a female character whose decisions are pretty sour compared to a five-year-old. It's just simply annoying.

Instead, both characters should have strengths and weaknesses, make realistic decisions, making them more relatable and balanced.

• Cringy Conflict.

Realistic conflict is essential for a compelling romance. Over-the-top or contrived conflicts can make the story feel forced and cringy. Conflict should come naturally and blend perfectly into the plot. It's not advisable to pop a challenge that's definitely not necessary in the name of 'keeping the stakes high.'

Rather, focus on creating believable challenges that the characters must overcome, adding depth and authenticity to the plot.

• Neglecting Other Emotions Outside Romance.

It's not only about love, or roses, or dinner nights, or lucky dates with the billionaire. Show the other emotions fighting for dominance: the hurts, pains, joy, frustration, desperation, anger, sadness, jealousy, anxiety, or even moments when a character falls out of love with the other and can't understand their feelings.

Focusing solely on love can lead to a one-dimensional story. For a well-rounded narrative, explore these emotions to create a richer and more immersive experience for the readers.

• Underdeveloped Characters.

What's a story without a fully-fledged character, especially if they are the main character in a story?

You might have heard people talk about the importance of backstories and others saying too much of it tires them out, but here's the thing—balance. It's what people fail to incorporate. I'll try to cover this in any of my upcoming blog posts. Follow to keep up.

To better understand why we should cry for, laugh with, pity, admire, adore, scold, yell at, advocate for, and smile with your character, we need to know why they are what they are, who they are, and why they make the choices they make.

It's important to create characters with distinct personalities, backgrounds, and motivations. When readers care about the characters, they become more invested in the story and its outcome.

And that's my Christmas gift from me to you 🎁. Merry Christmas 🎄

[tomorins]

PARTY CANDLES ! – prod. filomiya

characters – mualani , kinich , xilonen , citlali , mavuika ( takes place after the 5.3 aq !! )

THEM , when its your birthday ( bullet headcanons based on their birthday messages )

notes : ITS MY BIRTHDAY CHAT CAN YOU BELIEVE IT 6th january wowowowo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is very self indulgent if you cant tell but i might do a fontaine version of this later if i feel like it or continue with the other natlan characters or mayb. with vbs WHATEVER ill see!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! might be ooc plz correct me if theyre ooc .. . . . . . .. . . .. . . . . . . .

MUALANI

planned her surprise one week in advance.

but how could she not? shes your partner, afterall! and never expect the least from mualani, she will ALWAYS do the most!!

booked the best restaurant for you, making sure most of the dishes would be liked by both you and the guests. also threw in a few of your favourite desserts, but she kept insisting on making those herself along with the cake… where does she find the time!?

you had the party take place from noon to night, living it to the fullest, next to her ( and the other guests i GUESS. ) but the inevitable happened – exhaustion. on your part, atleast. mualani still had a surprise in store for you. and what is better than a reserved hot spring for the both of you after so much activity?

this was a much more relaxed way to celebrate the afterparty, but a little time between you two doesnt hurt anyone! she’d end the day with a kiss, and a content ‘happy birthday.’

KINICH

he had planned two surprises total. not more, not less.

after the usual small talk he’d ensue, kinich would remind ajaw of the conversation they had hours prior. thankfully, you were one of the humans the almighty dragon liked, so it didnt take long for him to give in.

turning into his actual dragon form ( and holding back some complaints ), you and your partner hopped onto his back for a sky stroll across the landscapes of natlan. it was filled with casual chatting, ajaw occasionally joining.

while you expected to be brought back to the place you were before, the dragon instead dropped you two off on a high, secluded cliff with the best view to the stadium. laid there was a picnic blanket, and you almost called kinich a sap.

truly, one of the best people you couldve spent your birthday with.

XILONEN

you thought youd get special treatment? well, you thought well.

usually, she’d get her friends actual useful gifts ( allegedly, in her eyes ) like a set of tools, or something for their hobbies, because in what situation could sappy presents be functional? if you prefer sentimental value over functional things, be her guest!

but you were her fully fledged partner. no WAY she could gift you JUST tools.

being the blacksmith of the children of the echoes, she has access to some of the best stones out there. you bet she’d search all about birthstones and use yours into making some of the most refined jewelry. i could see her also do a bouquet of handi-picked flowers on your preferred colours. paper wrapping included!!

all of that combined with a reservation to the restaurant youve been gushing about… if that isnt special treatment, then what is?

CITLALI

at her age, she wouldnt have thought she would find someone, let alone friends, or someone like you!

so she didnt bat an eye to gift giving, mostly. occasionally, for whenever it was one of her people’s birthday, she’d offer the usual gift card or blessings. but with you in the picture now, she doesnt know what to do!!

her first thought was to give you some volumes from her light novels collection, which she did proceed with, but she had to think of a plan B. no way she could turn to her grandson, for all he’d have to offer is his finest pick of vegetables…

and before she knew it, your birthday came. so all she had to offer were the novels. it was so underwhelming in her eyes… but thank god you reassured her than even only drinking with her was enough.

MAVUIKA

for her, small and thoughtful gifts are always the go-to.

something motivational, that you can look back to and reminisce about – but you didnt expect her to gift you a small notebook. correction, actually – a small album. it was filled with photos you took through your time together, and letters she poured her feelings into. 

it was obvious it took her sweet time to put it together, probably did it during her time off as an occupation. if you asked her about it, you wouldve found out your guess wasnt far off. instead, you thanked her in her own way – whether it be words, physical affection or acts of service (on your own birthday tho..??) 

another thing mavuika would offer is a delightful night stroll with her motorbike. cliche x2, i know, but not before serving some of the best cake she had baked for you! dont ask her where or how, or do, do whatever you want…. (xilonens house.)

just hold onto her if she decides to pick the speed up as a way to wake you from your daydreams.

filomiya : any acts of plagiarism of my works are strictly prohibited. credits to the divider creators.

[illbegottenfaith]

handwritten - theo nott x reader

yours and theo’s story as told through notes passed in class

Part 1 | Part 2

a/n - came up with this quick idea to release some pent up creative energy while mulling over lucky pt 3. will prob make this an ongoing series for small ideas I can’t get fully fledged fics out of. easy to write, easy to read, enjoy!

tropes/warnings - fluff, a minor hinting at angst, newstudent!theo, estranged friends to lovers

word count - 1.5k

Monday, 10.07 am, Charms

Hey. You might want to pull your nose out of that disgusting textbook for once.

We’ve been over this. Just because you don’t understand something it doesn’t mean it’s disgusting. It’s very disrespectful.

What is disrespectful is you not paying attention to our year’s hottest new commodity - emphasis on the hot. I must say, he fills out that uniform quite nicely.

I’m sure he does.

C’mon, you’re not even a little bit curious? Just a peek?

Y/N? Hellooooooo? 

Oh my god. I know the guy.

???

What is he doing here? Last I heard he was being homeschooled.

Know him how??

We went to the same primary school. We were…friends.

Riiiight.

Don’t get any ideas. I haven’t seen him since I was ten. And he looked very, very different back then. Had a ratty sort of face. I can still kind of see it, actually.

Oh, Y/N, how could you say such awful things about his beautiful face! Oh dear, that bone structure…

Quiet, you. He’s really…grown. He’s so much taller now.

You know what you should do? You should offer to help him catch up.

On five years of school?

Oh, please, he was homeschooled. He had to have learnt some things. Who is he, anyway?

Theodore Nott.

Now that’s an Old Money name if I ever heard one.

Ivy. Be nice.

So? Is he? Old money, that is.

I…suppose so.

Are you sure you two were friends?

Yes. It’s been a while, that’s all. I just…wow. I can’t believe he’s here. Like, right there. I didn’t know if I’d ever see him again.

What happened?

He moved. I was starting at Hogwarts. We lost touch, it happens.

But now he’s back! Yay! Did you see those sinfully blue eyes of his?

Ivy, you have a boyfriend.

I know. Ivan agrees, by the way.

That he’s hot?

Yes.

He’s sitting on the other side of the room. When did you have time to discuss this??

Just now. Right in front of you. What did you think all that eyebrow-waggling was about?

I thought you were having a stroke. Merlin, the two of you are perfect for each other.

Don’t change the subject. He’s not gay, is he? Your friend? All the hot ones usually are.

I wouldn’t know, now, would I? I haven’t heard anything about him in years. Ivy, leave him alone. Please don’t harass the poor guy, sexually or otherwise. And quit it with the notes. He’ll notice.

How??? Has he got eyes on the back of his very nicely shaped head? He’s busy with Flitwick anyway.

Trust me, he’ll see. Nothing gets past Theodore Nott.

Monday, 2.15 pm, Potions

Well?????

Well, what?

The chat!!! Your chat!!!!!! With Mr. Theodore Nott!!!!!!!!

You have to quit it with the caffeine. You’re far too excitable after lunch.

The chat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was fine. It was…nice.

Uh-huh.

He goes by Theo now.

Okay. I’ll pretend I care about that.

It was all very casual, very superficial. It was really just us exchanging pleasantries. Oh, right. He asked me to accompany him to Quidditch tryouts.

You??? But you hate Quidditch.

I know.

Please tell me you didn’t say that.

I didn't. I just said I didn’t know much about it.

And?

He said that didn’t matter. He just wanted me there for moral support.

Then what was with all the turning red halfway through? You looked like you were going to combust.

Was it that obvious?

Ivan had some pumpkin juice ready, just in case.

It was nothing. I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all. He called me his good luck charm.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You’re going to rip a hole through the parchment.

AWWWWW

So?? Did you say yes??

I said I’d think about it.

BOOOOOOOO

Come on, Vee. He’s been flying since before he could walk. He always talked about joining the big leagues, you know. He knows everything there is to know about Quidditch, so of course he’ll make the team. And it’ll have nothing to do with me.

But he doesn’t even have any friends yet :(

That’s because he hasn’t talked to anyone yet.

Y’know, Romilda Vane wanted to know why he was talking to you of all people.

What’s that supposed to mean??

Eh, you know. You can be a little…snippy.

I am NOT snippy.

There it is. The snippiness.

Whatever. It’s all so pointless. Come Thursday evening, he’ll have joined the Quidditch team and he’ll be hanging out with, y’know, those people, and we’ll be ancient history. He’ll make plenty of friends. He just doesn’t know it yet.

Okay. If you say so. Also, at lunch, I finally tried that thing you’re always talking about, “applying myself,” and I found this article on his dad in the library. From 6 years ago.

Don’t you want to know what the article said?

You could have mentioned he was a death eater, you know.

I don’t care about that, by the way. You used to be friends and that’s good enough for me. But, Y/N, he was arrested six years ago. And you haven’t talked to Theo in six years. But there isn’t any kind of connection between those, is there?

Y/N?

Do not make me throw this at you. I know how you feel about paper cuts.

Tuesday, 3.03 pm, Defence Against the Dark Arts

Where’s your friend?

?

You know. Who you’re always passing notes with in class?

You noticed?

Hard not to. It makes you all fidgety and annoyed.

Yeah, well, Ivy’s an annoying person.

I’ll take your word for it. What do you have after this?

Transfiguration.

Wow. That’s one of the harder ones, isn’t it?

Er, depends on who you ask, I think.

Still brilliant as ever, then.

Shut up. I’m not half the swot I was in primary school. 

I never thought you were a swot. You were just…enthusiastic.

That’s sweet of you to say, Theo.

Huh. I thought I’d always be Teddy to you.

We’re not ten anymore, Theo. I can say your name perfectly now.

That’s good. So, have you thought about it?

Thought about what?

The Quidditch tryouts. You’re the only person I know here so you have to say yes.

I don’t know. Some of the girls look pretty interested in getting to know you.

What?

Nothing. I guess I could swing by for a short while.

That’s my girl.

Thursday, 8.37 pm, Common Room

SO?????

He got in. Obviously. Was there ever any doubt?

Did he run up to you? Did he hug you? Did he pick you up and spin you around???

Witch Weekly is a bad influence on you.

Details, please.

He hugged me. Kind of. Nearly tackled me, he was so excited.

you are SO his good luck charm!!!!!!

Friday, 11.17 am, Defence Against the Dark Arts

Witch Weekly?

It’s not mine. I’m holding it for a friend.

Right.

Really, I am. Ivy’s a fiend for these but she has this Charms test coming up that she absolutely cannot fail.

I believe you. ‘Top 6 Magical Contraceptives for the Modern Witch’ doesn’t sound like your kind of reading material.

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I was only having a little fun.

I’m not embarrassed. Are you embarrassed?

Erm, no, but you’re very red. Do you need to see the Healer?

I’m fine. It’s just hot. And no one calls Madam Pomfrey ‘the Healer,’ by the way.

Ah. I see.

Is there a point to all this? Did you need to ask something?

Oh, right. What are you up to on Saturday night?

Saturday? Dunno…wanted to take a crack at that Transfiguration essay.

Excellent. I’ll pick you up at 8.

Oh?

It’s nothing. A couple of the guys on the team wanted to celebrate with drinks at Hogsmeade. Everyone’s bringing someone, and I thought it would be nice if you came. Being my good luck charm, and all.

Oh, Theo, you probably don’t know this since you’re new and all, but going down to Hogsmeade is only permissible on certain weekends. And only start a couple of weeks into the term, so not yet.

Did you just -? Oh my god, you did. You laughed at me. You laughed at my note. Out loud. You’re lucky you’re in Slytherin, you know. Snape usually goes absolutely ballistic if anyone interrupts his lesson.

I’m sorry, I forgot what a stickler you were. I just - I didn’t think I’d miss it.

Please, Theo, forget the drinks. I cannot in good conscience stand by and let you break so many rules. You’ve been here less than a week!

Guess you’ll have to keep an eye on me. Make sure I stay out of trouble.

Exactly.

Great. See you Saturday at 8.

Part 2

[phoenixyfriend]

Was chatting about good alternate Cody&Obi-Wan dynamics with @threebea, and one of them we just had a lot of fun with.

Bea:

Cody: We are doing a good job at war. Are you proud general. Obi-Wan: [grump in CW '03] Cody being in a lacky position is very funny to me, if that makes sense. Cody: The boss will surely promote me. Obi-Wan: You're diligent and thorough but we cannot save supplies by powering this with my lightsaber that is not happening. I have always considered that of the two of them, Cody is the reckless hot-blooded one and Rex is the level-headed one. (Obi-Wan's view skewed however having raised one Anakin Skywalker making Cody kicking droids seem very reasonable and thought out.)

Here were my options for Cody and Obi dynamics:

Obi-Wan treating Cody the way he treats Anakin, early on in their working relationship, tentative but working on that angle because those two are the same age and rank so like. Cody might really be as much of a Dumb Young Man as most young men are, yes?

Obi-Wan treating Cody with a hands-off approach because the guy can manage the army while Obi-Wan runs off to stab the Count, right?

Obi-Wan treating Cody kinda coldly because his instinct is to be very delicate and nice to these traumatized young men, but they don't like it when he does that, so he has to be standoffish because otherwise he'll start babying them because they're barely any older than Anakin was when he got his boy.

Obi-Wan treating Cody as a Research Assistant because he's a nerd and sometimes padawans would be assigned to him in the archives, and Cody hovers behind his shoulder the way those students did so he just got distracted and started giving Research Guy orders instead of High General orders.

Aaaaaanyway we got in on that last one.

Obi-Wan definitely had to call him Padawan at least once Cody: ... [Looks around nope just him]

Cody: I expected to be mistaken for my brothers due to our faces. I did not expect to be mistaken for... Anakin Skywalker? Did I get that right?

Rex: My general called me mom once. I think he was joking? but I'm not sure.

One day, Cody has to come into the Temple for some professional reason, is told that Obi-Wan is in the archives, and walks into the sight of Obi-Wan wandering the stacks with several teenagers following him like ducklings, giving instructions with just "Padawan, could you grab that one?"

When Cody asks how they know which one he means, they tell him they don't. They just go with whoever's nearest the given task.

Cody: But he doesn't do this to any other clone [he does] Rex: You stand just behind his shoulder handing him files all day.

You Are Doing The Padawan Thing

Cody initially worried because implied Obi-Wan thinks of him as a student/not fully ready for the responsibility of being a commander or whatever. Obi-Wan: ? No I just… You're Padawan shaped. I can't explain it any better than that Cody gets it the most because he happens to stand exactly where Anakin used to stand the most often. Ironically, Obi-Wan tries hard to call Anakin by his name as a respect to his no longer being a student thing. Cody is firm about military discipline calling Obi-Wan sir and General because if he called him Master Kenobi or Obi-Wan the 'mistaken for Padawan' thing would happen three times as often. Cody: [grumbles] Alpha-17 didn't have this problem. Rex: Alpha-17 drew a line between himself and the Padawan day one to avoid it I think.

Alpha also has been acting like a middle-aged man since he was five. The disdain. Dripping.

Which actually didn't save him he was just more openly insulted when it happened once so Obi-Wan made sure never to do it again. Alpha: I was trained by Jango Fett himself and have proven myself a full fledged captain. I am not a Padawan :/ Obi-Wan: [listening to the speech] noted Cody: [far too polite to ever correct Obi-Wan] What did you need, General? Probably reinforced Alpha acting like an old man. I think he even calls Anakin kid? Anakin: I'm older than you you're the kid 😦 Obi-Wan: Padawan don't argue with the captain. I need a five times Obi-Wan called Cody Padawan (and one time when it was Alpha-17) fic now lol

Anakin: Why does he get away with-- Obi-Wan: Because I feel that if I call him Padawan by accident again, he may break something. And we don't have the funds for that.

Anakin: [in the room once but realizes Obi-Wan was taking to Cody] Anakin: Am I jealous by rival son/Padawan or am I amused that Obi-Wan is going senile?

"my baby boy" vs "generic younger person whom I feel some fondness for"

It's like. Old southern men who refer to anyone younger than them as "son" or "miss."

Obi-Wan: It's even gender neutral I don't have to remember names at all. Obi-Wan also probably called Ahsoka 'Anakin' a number of times, but that's due more to the A name combined with her jumping off something a Padawan should not be jumping off of. He mostly defaults to Padawan but a scolding 'Anakin! No!' Comes out every now and then for her. Obi-Wan: Anakin! No! Anakin, beside him: What? Obi-Wan: ...Sorry, force of habit. Ahsoka! No!

[sleepingdeath-light]

yandere hcs ; shadow milk cookie

requested by ; anonymous (04/09/24)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; shadow milk cookie

outline ; “Ahem… Shadow Milk Cookie Yandere HC’s?? *slides you a 20* (I’m 20 yrs old btw)”

warning(s) ; yandere!shadow milk cookie, potentially ooc!shadow milk cookie at points, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, stalking, kidnapping, physical abuse, psychological abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, heavily implied murder, just a really toxic and abusive dynamic overall (duh lol)

on the surface it’s quite difficult to tell the difference between shadow milk cookie’s behaviour as a lover normally and how he acts as a yandere… at least as long as you do as you’re told and don’t try and disobey him — and that’s pretty much entirely down to the fact that he’s the beast of deceit; lying and acting come as easily to him as breathing so he’s very good at either hiding the darker sides of himself from you, or at convincing you that the red flags and abusive behaviours that you do notice are either fabrications of your mind or completely deserved because of some slight you committed against him

he’s also very intentional about how he gets you under his thumb, treating the whole thing like an elaborate play where he ensures that everyone plays their part — he’ll stalk you religiously for weeks, make sure you never see him but that you know you’re being followed so that your mental stability declines, go out of his way to manipulate your relationships with your loved ones so they break down (or that they’re not around to care about you anymore) and you’re left completely isolated, and then, once he’s certain that you’re suitably vulnerable for his needs he’ll simply swoop in and take you back to his realm where nobody will be able to find you

(and where he can get rid of anyone who does without having to leave you alone for too long)

he tests you a lot, dangling the promise of freedom in front of your face just long enough for you to regain some semblance of hope only to snatch it away and punish you for daring to even think about betraying your husband — and his punishments are always incredibly disproportionate to whatever infraction you committed against him (e.g. your eyes lighting up a bit too much at the mention of something/someone from your old life for his tastes is met with a period of isolation so gruelling you’ll end up hallucinating and begging for his company, while an actual attempt to escape — even if wholly unsuccessful — is followed by a staged fight with the monsters dwelling in his domain that leaves you so broken and battered that you’ll be wholly reliant on him to be able to move for the next few weeks)

he claims that he hates these punishments just as much as you do, but the sadistic glee in his eyes when he’s enacting them and the smug grin on his face when you finally relent say otherwise

shadow milk cookie is extremely possessive — hence his very thorough method of isolating you from your larger social circle before he took you — and, as such, anytime he gets the slightest inkling that you might have at some point had feelings for someone else (be that a fleeting consideration that a stranger was attractive or an actual fully fledged past relationship) then he makes quick work of dragging them back to his domain and letting them know that you’re taken

he never elaborates on what that means, but based on all of the screams you hear when he brings someone new ‘home’ you decide that you’re better off just living in ignorance

he likes to talk to you, loves the sound of your voice more than his own, and could happily spend days at a time just chatting with you (or, as it happens for most of the earlier months of your ‘relationship’, at you) — but for as vocal as he is, sometimes he’ll just sit/float in the same room as you and just stare at you with that damned smile on his face

just following your every movement with visible hearts in his eyes — letting out the occasional dreamy sigh or humming along to a tune you couldn’t even hope to guess as he observes you like you’re some sort of exotic pet — and if he wasn’t literally holding you captive, if he were literally anyone else, you might have even gone so far as to call him cute for it

his ultimate goal is to break you and make you love him, and he makes good use of his magic and his talent for lying to do that — he convinces you that everyone you knew actually despises you and that nobody has even tried to search for you after you disappeared, he conjurs up illusions of your loved ones insulting and belittling and mocking you that infect your dreams and begin to twist your memories to match his assertions as more time passes in his realm, he oscillates between ignoring and isolating you and showering you with affection and attention to make you crave his presence and company more than you loathe him for kidnapping you, and he gets into your head enough to wholeheartedly convince you that every punishment he inflicts is for your own good

he’s manipulative as fuck and cruel as all hell, but eventually it starts to work and you begin to develop a sort of stockholm syndrome for your captor

it may take months or years or even decades if you’re especially stubborn, but you’re still only human and he’s willing to wait however long he needs to in order to see you break

after all, shadow milk cookie spent eons trapped in that damned tree waiting for his freedom so he can wait even longer for the love of his life

how disgustingly obsessive

how terribly romantic of him

[transmutationisms]

how do i know what’s right?

i feel like i have zero critical thinking skills ;-;

a lot of the time when someone poses an idea or a theory they think they’re right, and so they use language that enforces that. but then someone refutes it, and uses language affirming what they believe and i see the point in their argument. and then it gets refuted again and again and again and im just confused.

hi great question. i would love it if there were a single easy litmus test to figure out who's 'right' and whose info i should trust! unfortunately things are rarely this easy, and it's actually completely normal to be overwhelmed by the amount of information being produced and shared, especially when it comes to topics you haven't researched/lived/etc. for most of us, this will be most topics!

i'd preface this by saying that i think your overall attitude here is actually a good one. you're framing it in a pretty self-deprecating way—but actually, imo this type of openness to discussion and disagreement is a really good place to start, esp when dealing with topics that are new to you. nobody enters a contentious debate with a fully fledged, defensible viewpoint. you might feel like you're just treading water here, making no progress toward being able to evaluate arguments for yourself, but i highly doubt that's true.

all of that said: while i again cannot give you a single litmus test for figuring out what's 'right', there are four pretty basic sets of questions that i automatically run through when encountering a new idea, source, topic, or argument: we can call these origin, purpose, value, and limitations.

origin: who's the author? do they have any institutional affiliations? who pays their salary? is this argument or paper funded in any way? is the argument dependent upon the author's social position or status (race, class, etc) and if so, are those factors being discussed clearly? does the author have ties to a particular nation-state or stakes in defending such a nation-state? what's the class character of the author and the argument? what's the social, economic, and intellectual context that gave rise to this argument or source?

purpose: why is this source or person disseminating this information or making this argument? are they trying to sell you anything? are their funders? are they trying to persuade you of a particular political viewpoint? keeping in mind the answers to the 'origin' questions, are there particular ideological positions you would expect to find in this source or argument, and are they present? what are the stakes for the author or source? what about for those who cite the source or further disseminate or publish it?

value: what does this source or argument accomplish well? what aspects of the argument are new to you and strike you as insightful? are there linkages being made that you haven't encountered elsewhere, and that you think are effectively and sufficiently defended? are there statistics or empirical data that might be useful to you in forming your own argument, even if you disagree with how this source or author is interpreting them? what does this argument or source tell you about the types of debates being had, and the rules of those debates?

limitations: where does this argument or source fail you or fall apart? are there obvious rhetorical fallacies you can identify? is the author forgetting or overlooking some piece of information that you know of from elsewhere? which viewpoints may be omitted? keeping in mind the answers to the 'purpose' questions, if this source is defending a particular ideology or political position, is that one you agree with? is it only defensible so long as the author omits or distorts certain pieces of information? are there points where the argument jumps from evidence to a conclusion that the evidence can't fully support? are there alternative explanations for the evidence?

over time you will often find that it becomes more and more automatic to ask yourself these questions. you will also find that the more you read/hear about a particular topic, the faster you can determine whether someone is presenting all of the evidence, presenting it fairly, and using it to fully defend the argument they ultimately want to make. and you will probably also find that at some point, you're able to synthesise your own argument by pulling the strong parts from multiple other people's viewpoints, combining them with your own thinking, and fitting them together in a way that adequately explains and materially analyses the issue at hand.

[paintedplum7]

Chewed Gum Theory and how Deltarune Chapter 3 might be a Commentary on Media Censorship

So a while ago, I made a mess of a post on Reddit rambling about a certain line of text in one of the Spamton Sweepstakes descriptions: "THESE [chewed up bubblegum wrappers] THOUGHT THEY COULD MAKE [merchandise] WITHOUT ME!?" It was very, very aimless and focused more on shipping than anything else, but after I stewed on the information for awhile, and talked about it with a friend, I think my ideas do have some merit! So how about I take this mostly self-indulgent theory on a larger scale and talk about how this throwaway line in the Spamton Sweeptakes might encompass Chapter 3 as a whole?

Content warning for suggestive language!

In context, for us as the audience, this line is about Fangamer, but what does it mean in-universe? The link on "[scrap heap]” leading to a Chapter 3 teaser certainly suggests it's about Tenna, possibly even his Cathodes Crew as a whole because 'bubblegum wrappers' is plural!

Chewed gum is often used as an euphemism for someone who's had too much sex, and as consquence became 'flavorless'. According to what I've read, the euphemism is often used by Christians to scare younger people out of premarital sex. It actually lines up for Spamton to use that phrase as it matches with the rest of his religious undertones, neat! But what does this have to do with Chapter 3?

First of all, Deltarune was recently rated to have 'mild sexual references' and 'mild gambling themes', which wasn't there before! I don't think Chapter 4 was what caused these content warnings to be placed; why would a church be a place of sex, gambling, and violence? It's more reasonable to conclude that Chapter 3 is what caused these to be placed. Film is known for sensationalizing those kind of topics, after all.

As much as I would love to talk about Tenna in reference to this theory, he really takes a backseat in here because there's not much yet on him as character to infer about as a whole. He and Spamton are heavily coded to once be in a relationship outside of their possible business partnership (romantic, perhaps sexual?), and that's really about it. The Tenna Supertheory is the reason why the Chewed Gum Theory even exists right now, so I recommend you go read that. Here’s a link.

I do want to talk about the Shadow Guys though! From what we've seen from them, they are linked to Toriel's socks; there's annimations of them putting her socks on, and there's of course the clip of one Shadow Guy shouting and getting embarrassed once you pull out the curtain and reveal them, wearing Toriel's socks. Toriel and her sock drawer has been a joke in UTDR since Undertale. Scandalous is an interesting choice of wording, because it implies there's something shocking or morally reprehensible about her socks (she doesn't even wear them!), and it lines up with what we know of her so far with her having occasional shocking moments in between the front she puts on (her swearing and alcoholism are two things that come to mind). While the socks themselves might not be a euphemism for something sexual, it is weird that they are emphasized to be something shocking, and how it reflects on the Shadow Guys.

This one is more speculation, but that How to Draw Dragons book, huh? That's definitely going to be referenced in Chapter 3 either as a joke or a fully-fledged Darkner. It's easy to brush it off as a joke, but it's presented similarly to how Toriel's sock drawer is. It's viewed as something scandalous Asriel owns, hell, it's even secluded in the bottom of a drawer. That certainly seems to be a running theme in the Dreemurr household, huh?

This is really all I have regarding concrete evidence in things we know happens, and is likely to happen in Chapter 3, so I'll be using real world background information for the rest of this theory!

My friend pointed out to me that while the previous chapters so far are based around settings surrounding entertainment, there's also a lingering commentary on how these concepts have a darker side. There's a little in chapter 1, but especially in chapter 2. All the darkners in Chapter 1 were left abandoned because the lightners who came to the classroom and played with them grew up and moved on with their lives, and Chapter 2 reflects on how invasive the internet can be at times with nonstop ads, and algorithmic learning systems that base around your search history; it's interesting! I wonder if anyone made a theory about it.

I think Chapter 3 also will have an underlying message on the dark side of television, and what is television and film infamous for throughout it's entire history? Censorship, of course! The most infamous example is Hays code, a guideline of censorship rules that deemed what is unacceptable for media viewing that was placed in the mid-1900s. It restricted depictions of sex, violence, and other topics seen as obscene during that time period. If we take the Shadow Guys, and How to Draw Dragons as a representation of obscene ideas being hidden by the people who don't want them getting out (The Dreemurrs), then it is likely that Chapter 3's Dark World will reflect that! I almost imagine the Cathodes Crew wants to be scandalous and obscene, but they're restricted by their "guidelines", the Lightners, the Hays Code in this situation. Obviously, they get around it, but it wouldn't have the same bite. The sexual and gambling references are 'mild', after all.

So that's my theory! It's really long, and I wrote this at 2 AM so there's probably more I could say but can't, but I hope it's coherent as it is! Feel free to tell me about your thoughts on it and add onto it! Thank you!

[avianyuh]

You Get Me | Min Yoongi

Part One

Summary: Y/n is an aspiring singer just trying to finish her album. She'd met with various producers, to varying degrees of failure. So, when her old friend Namjoon recommends the services of his underground producer friend Min Yoongi, Y/n begins working with him and finds herself caring about more than just her album.

I wrapped myself in my own embrace, pulling the ends of my hoodie sleeves fully over my hands in an effort to keep myself warm. It was at the very least 80 degrees outside, too warm for a hoodie one would say. But in Yoongi’s studio, it felt as if it was in the single digits.

I thought back to what he had told me when we had first met. “It’s to keep the equipment cool.” He had explained the first time I stepped foot into his sanctuary. I had become well acquainted with the freezing temperature in that studio over the three months I had worked with Yoongi. At first it was all professional, but slowly something changed. As the album neared completion, we’d find ways to delay finishing it. We needed to re-record finished songs, rewrite perfectly fine lyrics, or demos and their backups would somehow disappear off of the computer which would make us start from scratch. Eventually, the excuses ran dry and I found myself spending nights in his bed instead of his studio. And to think that if Namjoon had never recommended me, Yoongi wouldn’t have come into my life.

I had bumped into Namjoon at my neighborhood bookstore. We made the rounds of small talk, eventually asking about each other’s recent whereabouts and job prospects. “Actually, I have all of these demos of these songs I’ve been trying to turn into a full fledged album.” I awkwardly mentioned. For some reason, being able to say I was making an album was hard to believe and seemed too far-fetched at times. I didn’t believe in myself and because of that I assumed others didn’t either.

“Y/n, that’s great. I knew you’d get around to it.” Namjoon congratulated me, nudging my arm with his fist. “Who are you working with, or are you going the independent route?” I glanced up at the ceiling, debating on if I should tell him the full story of my struggle to find a good producer.

“I might have to go independent, which means the album is going to sound like shit…” I sighed.

“What do you mean? You can’t find anyone.” Namjoon questioned, leaning against the end of the bookshelf. Ironically, we were situated in the self-help section.

“It’s not that I can’t find a producer. There’s plenty of shitty producers. The issue is that no one gets my vision. This album is my baby, my passion project and I get it. I'm no celebrity but that;s not why I’m making this album, it’s just for me. To prove that I can put my energy into a cohesive body of work, you know?” I ranted. Namjoon shook his head, seemingly lost in thought. I assumed he didn’t care and started to mentally plot my escape out of this now awkward run in with an old friend.

“Y/n, I think I know somebody who could help you out. I think the two of you would hit it off…professionally speaking.” He created himself, clearing his throat as he pulled out his phone. “His name is Yoongi. He produces for small artists, but he’s pretty selective about who he works with. He used to work at a record label but he quit and now he does his own thing. He has a studio and everything so it’s a legit set up. I’ll give you his number, unless you want me to reach out and mention you instead?” He glanced up at me, pausing his frantic swiping and typing on his phone.

“What do you suggest?” I questioned desperately. I felt as if the mention of this Yoongi guy was a last ditch effort to get this album made and I didn’t want to mess anything up.

“How about I give him a call for you, tell him about your situation and from there, if he’s interested, he’ll contact you on his own?” I eagerly nodded in agreement, giving Namjoon a thankful hug.

“Joon, why don’t you just produce my album instead, you still do music right?” I pleaded. Having Namjoon produce my music would be much more comfortable. He had been one of the first people to encourage me to take singing more seriously, not just use my voice solely for karaoke.

“No can do. I quit music once I got my masters, now I teach at a university.”

I giggled, remembering Namjoon crunching the numbers and decided on making a career switch so he could afford his rent for once.

“Oh right, I forgot, now you’re a professor.” I teased.

“Almost a professor, still have a few more years before I can officially teach on my own.” He interjected. “Anyways, I’ll call Yoongi tonight, but I definitely think he’d be interested in working with you.”

By the next morning, I noticed a voicemail from a number I didn’t recognize. I must’ve missed the call while I was in the shower, I thought to myself as I played back the message.

Hi, this is Yoongi calling for Y/n, Namjoon recommended you and said you’re looking for a producer? If you’re interested in meeting up to discuss your album, give me a call back.

My heart raced, a mix of pure excitement and nerves rattled my system. Everything felt so real all of a sudden. Maybe this guy will really help me finish this album? I thought.  All I want is for someone to see the same vision as me and I was really hoping Namjoon was right for recommending Yoongi.

I immediately called him back and scheduled to meet at a coffee shop, eager to get dressed and head out of the door, yet nervous to meet this mysterious producer face to face.

I had been in contact with many producers over the past year, some of which either ghosted me before we even had a chance to talk in person, others who creeped me out or simply had too different of a vision than mine. I was hoping Yoongi would be the last one I would have to meet. I made it to the coffee shop early, assuming I had beat him to it. As I walked inside the little bell above the door going off, signaling another customer, I realized I had an issue. I had no idea who this Yoongi guy was, and more specifically I never got a physical description of him, Yoongi also never got a description of me. Just in case Yoongi had arrived even earlier than me, I scanned the shop, looking for a man sitting alone, hoping that he would see me and call me over.

I wasn’t sure if I should wait to order a coffee without him, so instead I grabbed a table in the middle of the room, glancing at the time on my phone as I began to wait for him. It was exactly a minute later when I felt a tap on my shoulder which caused me to turn around and look at the stranger. “Hi, are you Y/n? I saw you walk in and sit, you looked like you were waiting for somebody so I assumed it was you…I’m Yoongi.” He had an expressionless face. He wore a pair of very baggy ripped jeans and a long sleeved black shirt, his black hair was a little grown out and contrasted well with how pale he appeared to be. I hated to be unprofessional, but the first thought that appeared in my mind was that I found him to be incredibly attractive.

I stood up, giving him a friendly wave. “Yes, yes, that’s me. It’s nice to finally meet you since Namjoon really hyped you up.” I joked, to which he just nodded. A small, barely there smile was painted on his lips. It seemed like he was trying to keep up the stone cold appearance, which made him even more intriguing.  He handed me a small coffee, which surprised me.

“I hope you don’t mind that I ordered for you…” I shook my head adamantly, taking a sip of the coffee to show my appreciation.

“Oh, not at all, I actually thought of doing the same thing if I got here first.”

I had honestly assumed I was early, but I guess he did in fact beat me to it.

“I know you showed up early, but I wanted to get here first so I could order, but I like the fact you tried to beat me here. It lets me know that you’re pretty serious about this.” We then proceeded to spend the next hour or so talking about the album. I had explained all of my troubles so far, trying to find the right person to see the potential in this album. He had sat across from me at the table, just silently absorbing everything I was saying.

“I noticed you brought your laptop, do you have any demos on there?” He asked, glancing down at my bag.

“Yeah, I have a whole folder with demos on my laptop.” I explained, reaching down into the bag and pulling out the laptop in question. “Do you want to hear a specific song or should I just play something random?” I asked, looking at the screen as I scrolled through the folder.

“Play the song you feel the strongest connection towards.” He responded, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. I moved the laptop across the table and closer to him, and hit play on my favorite demo. It was a song about rejection, something I had written a few years ago but continued to go back and rewrite every time someone passed on the album. It was a sad song, but it was the song that closely resembled my struggles.

He closed his eyes as he listened, meanwhile I couldn’t help but fixate on him. His body language, the way his eyebrows scrunched together, his head nodding along with the strumming of the guitar in the demo. When the song finally finished, he opened his eyes and leaned forward, looking straight into my eyes. “Can you be at my studio tomorrow night?” I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand.

“Really? You’ll work with me?” I asked excitedly. He smiled again, sliding the computer back across the table.

“I’ll send you the address. See you tomorrow night at 9pm.”

Yoongi had explained to me during that very first studio session that he got his best work done at night. As somewhat of a night owl myself, I understood where he was coming from. I remember just how frigid it had felt in his studio that very first day. The cold air nipped at my exposed skin, which made me wrap my arms around my body in an effort to stay warm. Yoongi took note of this, and offered me a spare hoodie he kept in his studio.

“It completely blanked me to tell you about the temperature here, I’m sorry.” He apologized, handing me the spare hoodie. “It’s to keep the equipment cool.”

“Oh, it’s okay, I’ll just remember to bring a jacket next time.” I responded back, taking a seat in the chair next to his. He booted up his computer and turned on some of his audio equipment. Again, I found myself content with just looking at him, watching him work.

“So, why wasn’t any other producer a good fit?” He asked, swiveling his chair to face my direction.

I sighed, trying to find the words. “Other people I’ve tried to work with always end up hijacking the project. Then I feel like it’s not my own music, it’s as if someone else took it over and it leaves me feeling like I don’t own it anymore.” He hummed in agreement.

“I get it. I used to work at a record label and typically, I had to work with a group of other producers when working on a song. Everytime I had an idea or a vision for a song, someone else would find a way to take it over and I felt like I made no contribution. The songs never had my signature touch, someone else always found a way to take over the song. It was never fair which was why I ended up leaving and going independent.”

“You don’t regret it right?” I asked curiously.

“Regret what? Leaving? Not at all, it was the best thing I ever did.” He responded, gesturing to all of the equipment in front of him. “I don’t work with celebrities anymore, but I enjoy working with genuine musicians who have an obvious passion. When I worked at the record label, you would always see a huge difference in an artist when they were recording their first and second albums. They always acted giddy and asked tons of questions while recording the first album. If the first one sold well and they got the chance to record a second one, it was almost as if the passion drained out of them. That’s why I like working with people who stay under the radar.” It all started to make sense to me. Why he chose to stay so quiet, only working with people who seeked him out themselves or got recommended to him.

“What if someone hears an album you produced and wants to sign someone?” I questioned.

“I mean, it’s their album so they can do as they please. But I don’t produce these bodies of work with the intention of getting someone signed. I don’t promote anything I do.”

“So how do you make money if these albums don’t bring in attention?” I found myself following up. Everything he said made me more and more curious.

“I work as a DJ at a radio station during the day. That’s also why I scheduled this at night.” He responded back, still typing and clicking away at his computer.

“Wow, you’re just full of surprises.” I laughed, watching him open up all of his programs needed for the session.

“Art has become too greedy, I just try to keep it simple, that’s all.” He shrugged, motioning with his hand for me to give him my laptop. That night we got two songs done. I left the next morning wanting to know even more about him. I knew I should’ve been thinking about the album, but I couldn’t help myself. The first month flew by fast, and we progressed halfway through the album. Sometimes we'd spend a majority of the night just talking, not getting much work done. I never minded it though and find myself having fun with him. We rarely spoke on the days we didn't work together, but I found it disappointing every time I got a text from him reading that he was sorry for talking so much, and that he found it unprofessional. Every time I assumed I had broken down a wall, he seemed to put it back up, always saying he needed to be more professional despite my lack of protest. I needed to put my feeling aside and just focus on the album. Another month and it should be a wrap, right?

{A/N: In honor of Yoongi's upcoming discharge date, I wanted to write a Yoongi fanfic. It was intended to be one singular fic, but I've decided to break it up into three parts. Second part might be smutty, idk...Okay, anyways, have a great day or night, I love you and mwahhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋💋}

[hitoshitoshi]

Rafayel Gets A Cat...? Pt. 1 [Rafayel x Cat!Reader]

Oh, dear lord, this was Rafayel's biggest nightmare. It wasn't that MC cheated on him with their stupid teammate, or that stick-up-his-ass doctor, or even that criminal! This was the worst possible scenario. MC turned into a cat—not a cat-hybrid where Rafayel could ignore the ears and tail, but a fully fledged cat. MC had turn into a tiny cat, who barely even reached Rafayel's shin. Rafayel was currently hiding behind his couch, trembling as he thought about all the people he has wronged in his life, all the seafood that he's eaten that could've been his enemy's beloved pet or a loved one. What could Rafayel have done for his beloved bodyguard to become a wretched cat?!

Meow! Rafayel instinctually shuttered as he heard that ear grating meow come out of that thing's mouth, grabbing a paintbrush and pointing it at Cat!MC as though they were a wanderer — an enemy. "G-get away, you... you're not my bodyguard anymore, you're a beast! Don't get any closer!"

It was still unclear as to why Rafayel was utterly terrified when it came to cats, but for a Lemurian as strong as Rafayel, it must have been horrifying.

Cat!Mc, still being MC, just in a cat body, decided that this was the perfect time to toy with Rafayel. It was going to be revenge for all those times where Rafayel ordered them around to do meaningless tasks that wouldn't even benefit Rafayel at the crack ass of dawn, all the way to dusk. Cat!Mc took a couple backward steps, keeping eye-contact with Rafayel, who also backed up to keep his distance away from the cat, but his heart sank when his back hit the wall of the studio,. He began trying to reason with Cat!MC, pathetically, might I add.

"B-bodyguard, come on now.. let's try to be civil... you're still my bodyguard in that ugly cat bo— AH!" The mighty Lemurian's anguished cries echoed through the studio.

Cat!MC had a smug look on their cat face as they pounced on Rafayel, making to purr extra loud, rubbing their cute little face all over Rafayel's neck, chest, and face. This was torture for Rafayel, he immediately collapsed, his fell onto the floor with his eyes completely clenched shut, seemingly accepting death right at this instance.

This was torture for Rafayel, he immediately collapsed, his fell onto the floor with his eyes completely clenched shut, seemingly accepting death right at this instance. Rafayel was praying to whatever Lemurian Deity was out there right now to save him from his beloved cat-turned bodyguard, a way out, anything. He truly thought he was being punished for whatever sins he has committed thoughout his entire lifetime. Rafayel started begging underneath his breath for forgiveness, "Please, please, please, please, please. I'm sorry, I just want my bodyguard back." By this point, Rafayel's been rambling about how sorry he was and how much his bodyguard meant to him for a whole hour, his eyes all teary, thinking that it would always be like this. His beloved bodyguard... a cat. Cat!MC's cute little ears dropped as they noticed that their joke wasn't a joke to Rafayel. Even though they both did not know how to turn MC back to normal, Cat!MC felt bad for the fact that they taunted Rafayel in the first place, knowing his aversion to cats. Cat!MC stopped purring loudly, giving Rafayel one last lick on the cheek as an apology before settling down in Rafayel's lap, letting out a tiny meow as an apology as they curled up into a small ball. Rafayel stopped trembling after awhile, trying to come to terms that if he couldn't figure out a solution to all of this, his beloved would forever be a cat. He didn't know what to do. Rafayel didn't know what to think. This was still his bodyguard after all, the one who he cherishes the most. With a trembling arm, Rafayel reached out and he tried to push down his fears, petting Cat!MC's tiny head, letting out a small murmur, his voice was unsteady, he was reminding himself again and again that this was still his bodyguard. "L-let's... go get you some tuna, bodyguard." Cat!MC nuzzled their head against Rafayel's hand, happy that Rafayel still loved them, even in the form of Rafayel's greatest fear; a cat.

A/N: A multi-part Rafayel series in the makings. Not proofread. This is just self-indulgent and silly.

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Dear Daddy Long Legs - Chapter 12

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

TW: Firearms and some violence

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Chapter 12

No guns.

Not tonight.

Jason savored the way his fist connected with another man’s jaw. A second thug grabbed him from behind. He grunted as a knife dug into the padding of his uniform, narrowly avoiding a pierced kidney. His team teased him for the added bulk in his uniform. He wasn’t as nimble, but he wasn’t blessed with skin harder than steel or Amazonian strength. At the very least, he wouldn't need stitches every other week.

Knocking the blade from his hand, Jason had the thug laid out flat in under ten seconds. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, his basest instincts taking over. Punch, dodge, kick, punch, block. He didn’t have to think. His body just moved.

Tonight should have ended differently. He planned a stake out at this abandoned warehouse to gather intel on a new cartel that popped up under Black Mask’s purview. Sionis had been notably quiet since Jason returned to Gotham, but he was making moves again. This new cartel wasn’t a real threat, nothing to do with Black Mask was, but pending what he learned tonight, he might have tried to bring them under his purview instead. That idea went out the door the second he got caught snooping around their wares.

It was a stupid mistake.

A misstep.

He’d been having more of those as of late.

Several weeks later, he’d yet to fully recover from his episode at the club. He edged the darkness that threatened to consume him, lost time, a few hazy memories to string one moment into the next. The itch of his more volatile emotions lingered at the back of his mind, wanting to step in and take the reins. Sometimes it was sadness, other times desperation or hopelessness, but tonight, anger burned in his veins.

Jason kept it in check, if just barely, but the trouble with control is that his was finite.

He should be resting. Taking proper care and time to recover, but the thought of sitting at home with his thoughts made him restless. This was the alternative. Child’s play, all things considered, but he knew it was a far cry from productive.

His comm beeped before automatically connecting. “Hood.”

Babs.

Jason gritted his teeth. “Kinda busy here.”

“Your vitals are spiking. Do you need assistance?”

“No.” He knocked another thug off his feet, their temple cracking on the corner of a steel crate. His chest heaved as he whipped around, searching for more. His vision narrowed, the edges going a little fuzzy.

“Your heart rate is—”

“I’m fi—”

A bullet grazed his helmet. Jason dove behind the crate, breathing ragged. It took a second for his vision to refocus. He was fine. Of course, he was fine. His helmet protected him from these things, but that was a little too close to home for his liking.

“Hood? Was that a gunshot? Shit. I’m sending backup. Stand by.”

The line went dead before he could argue. Learning that she had a read on his vitals shouldn’t have surprised him. This was Babs, but he felt the prickle of irritation raise the hairs on the back of his neck. Who was she to treat him like a full-fledged member of the big, happy family. Jason was an estranged uncle at best.

He snarled, “Damn it.”

Now, he had a time limit. Finish this and get out before a member of the Bat-brigade showed up to lecture him. He reached for the gun on his hip. So much for no guns.

“Who the hell said you could bring a gun to a fist fight?”

A final thug stood on the far side of the warehouse. He held a gun in one hand, a tremor betraying how out of his depth he seemed. Straw colored hair fell limp around his face, baby fat rounding out his cheeks.

Jason hesitated.

“Put the gun down before you hurt yourself,” he said roughly.

“D-Don’t move. I’ll shoot.” He widened his stance as if that would help him here. He gripped the gun all wrong. His grip tightened around it, barely concealing the flinch of pain. Yeah, Jason expected that. He must have hurt himself on the kick back.

Jason lifted his hands. “Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Why the fuck would I believe you?” He waved his gun toward the unconscious bodies littering the floor. Jason took in the scene before him with a clearer head. Okay. Not a great look if he was trying to diffuse the situation. “I could shoot you and be done with it.”

“Then shoot.”

“I—” His brow furrowed. “What?”

Jason closed the distance between them, pressing his helmet to the barrel. Bold to some, idiotic to others, but Jason had already shaken hands with the god of death and clawed his way out of the grave. His life was a joke, and besides, he knew how this would end.

On cue, the kid’s expression fell as his joints locked. When faced with the reality of killing a man, he couldn’t do it, just as Jason expected.

“Let me guess?” Jason said, his soft softer than before, “Times are hard, and you needed to make ends meet. They offered you a number that you couldn’t refuse.”

Slowly, he lowered the gun with a defeated frown. “I was told we were moving cargo. I didn’t know the cargo was drugs until I showed up. It was too late to back out.”

“What’s your name?”

“Evan.”

“And how old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

Fuck. Jason was grateful for the helmet, so Evan couldn’t see the way he grimaced. He really was a kid. “You still in school?”

“No.”

His chest tightened. “Do you want to be?”

It was a stupid question. Evan seemed to agree and scoffed as he tucked the gun in his waistband. Jason swallowed the urge to reprimand him. “It wouldn’t make a difference if I did. I’ll still be stuck on Park Row when I graduate. Might as well get a head start on the life that awaits me when I get out.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way. You could work for me instead. I’ll pay you double. Triple.”

“How is that better than working for the cartel? Or Black Mask?”

Jason had a soft spot for a street kid with desperation in their eyes and few options. Evan wasn’t that much older than he was when Bruce picked him off the street. If he hadn’t gotten out, this would have been his fate too. Jason wanted to help, but he didn’t know how. He wasn’t Bruce Wayne with his trust funds and mansion with too many bedrooms.

In the end, Jason could only shrug. His solution wasn’t any better. It would still leave Evan a criminal. It would still get him hurt.

“I never asked for this.”

“Then walk away.”

“It’s too late,” Evan insisted.

“No,” he insisted, “It’s not too late to choose something else, to choose something better.” It was for Jason, but Evan had a shot at turning his life around.

“There’s nothing better out there.” Evan stepped toward the door. “Can I really go?”

He waved him off. “Get out of here before I change my mind.”

Not needing to be told twice, Evan bolted, the door shutting firmly behind him. Jason skimmed his fingers over the mark on his helmet. That was a lucky shot by a lucky kid who was fortunate to have run into him. If it had been Batman or someone else, that could have ended differently.

“Are you wallowing?”

“Ya gotta be kidding me,” Jason mumbled as he looked up.

Spoiler balanced effortlessly on a beam. Despite the mask that covered her mouth, he could sense the smile curving her lips.

“How long have you been there?”

“Just got here.”

“Good, then scram. Park Row is my turf.”

Steph was infamously bad at following instructions, so he wasn’t surprised when she ignored him, hopping down using a series of complex flips and twists. She barely reached his shoulder, but her general aura made his teeth itch as he moved on to clean his handiwork.

“Been a while since you and I crossed paths in the field.”

He would have preferred if it had stayed that way. While Steph was infinitely better than some of the other options, he didn’t know what to make of her. “No one else wanted to come?”

“I volunteered.”

Of course, she did.

“Babs was going to send Damian.”

Jason merely grunted as he dragged one of the thugs toward the door. He’d torch the goods before he left, but now that he had a vaguely bat-shaped babysitter, he’d have to do so with a little more care. Still, a controlled explosion fixed about 80% of his problems these days. She caught on and jumped at the chance to help him. They worked in silence, and he believed, foolishly, that he’d be spared the classic Steph Brown chatter.

“What were you doing?”

Evidently not. “Crime lord stuff.”

Steph paused, taking in the scene more closely. “And was this... successful?”

“No.”

Steph guffawed as she grabbed another thug under the armpits. “Oh, thank God, because if you act pissy when something goes right, I’d hate to see how you act when something goes wrong.”

His fingers twitched at his side. “No one asked you to stay.”

“Oh, I know.” She clasped her hands sweetly under her chin. “But I was feeling charitable.”

Something in her tone raised his defenses.

Abort. Abort.

“I don’t need—”

“I hear you’ve been feeling charitable too.”

“Fuck this.” Jason dropped his thug halfway out the door and left, content to leave the drugs and cartel mostly intact if it meant escaping. He refused to have this conversation again.

“Don’t be like that,” she said as she jogged to catch up with him.

Jason had avoided thinking about you thus far. He crammed every complicated emotion to the far depths of his psyche behind walls honed of steel. If he didn’t think about you, they remained unbreakable.

“Tim told her.”

He stopped dead in his tracks, that ember in his chest flaring as he turned to face her. Steph clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide.

“He did what?”

He was going to kill that fucker.

Hunt him down.

Make it slow and intricate.

There wouldn’t be any mouthy quips this time because he’d slice his tongue out. That’d teach him. For all his cryptic bullshit and lectures on privacy, he seemed quick to spill another man’s secrets.

As if sensing his intent, Steph amended, “He didn’t tell her that it was you specifically.”

Jason forced himself to breathe. “What did he tell her?”

A moment of hesitation was all she required to share everything. “That someone was, in fact, reading her letters. He never confirmed who. It spooked her, I think. She’s been off because of it. She won’t text me back. She moved seats in the classes we share. I don’t know what to do. Usually, I’m good at this kind of stuff, but...”

“Out with it.”

She sighed. “Have you noticed anything? I bet she’s still writing to you. You’d be able to tell if something was wrong.”

His shoulders pinched. Your letters sat in a neat pile on his table, untouched. He couldn’t bring himself to open them, tempting as it was to hear from you. The walls keeping his complicated feelings at bay weren’t that sturdy.

“No,” he said, “I haven’t noticed.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Nothing at all.”

“Nope.”

She planted her hands on her hips, disgusted with him. Jason was a little disgusted with himself, if he were being honest. If she was telling the truth, and why would she lie about this, you were struggling, and he’d had no idea.

“I don’t know why I even bothered coming here.”

“Yeah, me either.”

His pathetic attempts at deflection seemed to work because she reached for her grappling gun. His shoulders sagged with relief, but Steph was never going to let him have the last word. She closed the distance between them, barely cresting the underside of his chin, but she glared at him as if she towered over him.

“Whatever your end goal is with this; I want you to take a hard look at yourself and decide whether you’re willing to play games with her life like you did with yours tonight.”

He stilled.

“Yeah, I saw the stunt you pulled with that kid. I’m not usually one to lecture, but come on, man. What were you thinking?”

“It’s not like that. I would never—”

He would never hurt you.

“You’re playing games with her life with that scholarship. It might not kill her, but there’s a power dynamic that you’re too dense to realize. Money is power in this city. If B has taught us anything, it’s that. How will you wield yours?” With that final blow, Steph shot off into the night.

He wanted to be irritated, but he couldn’t find it. She was also a good friend—not to him, but she genuinely cared about you. At least you had someone looking out for you, because he’d done fuck all these last few weeks.

His walls shifted, the barest hint of those complicated feelings oozing through the gap to fill the hollow pit in his chest. He recognized the shame and anxiety, but something new bubbled to the surface.

Yearning.

He read enough books to understand the concept of yearning. The male hero always felt some matter of it, be it for his home or for a partner he left behind. Some described it like a bruise over the heart or a bone that refused to heal, but for him it was more like in itch he couldn’t reach. If he focused on it, he could feel precisely where it sat under his skin, demanding his attention.

Jason buried his face in his palm and swore as he hurried off into the night—cartel and drugs forgotten.

***

Your letters sat on his kitchen table amid a mess of receipts and crumpled Bat Burger wrappers. Despite sitting, ever-present in his line of sight, he pointedly ignored them when he deigned to return to his pitiful apartment. Homemaking had never been his strong suit, especially when the concept of home had always been a fleeting tease.

Tonight, he wasn’t strong enough to resist temptation, not after his conversation with Steph. After removing his helmet, he sank into the folding chair at the head of the table and picked up the first on the pile.

Dear Mr. Wayne,

I would like to humbly apologize for my previous letter.

It was a mistake. One I regret, though I will also admit that I do not remember what I wrote. I had been drinking and somehow my private writings made it into your hands.

Please know that it will never happen again.

I am serious about my degree. I would never take this opportunity for granted. I let my social life get in the way of my studies, but no more.

As a token of my dedication to my studies, I want to share this with you. My advisor suggested I submit a short story for a writing competition happening through the Gotham Gazette. The winner will be published in an upcoming periodical. I plan to submit something, though I doubt I will win. I have included a small excerpt with this letter.

Please. Do not think poorly of me. Throw my last letter away and pretend I never sent it. I promise I will be serious from here on out. I was too comfortable, and I now realize that was a mistake.

Jason vocalized his confusion with an audible, “Huh?”

Scanning the other letters, he found each more formal than the last as you outlined your studies like Bruce outlined mission details. Not a single contraction, stilted sentences, a general lack of your usual bite or passion. You sounded so unlike yourself that he stopped reading halfway through your third letter. Even the excerpt you shared with him seemed flat and disinterested.

What the hell did he miss?

Clearly, he missed something.

He searched through the mess on his kitchen table before falling to his knees in search of this fabled letter that warranted a sudden shift in your tone. Coming up empty, he sank back on his heels with a defeated sigh. Had he read your letters sooner, he would have noticed the change without Steph’s intervention, but this whole situation left him with more questions than answers.

What did you write about?

Where had the mystery letter gone if not to him?

Why did Tim tell you someone was reading his letters?

What the hell did you write about?

He dragged his fingers down his face. As much as he wanted to blame Tim for causing this, this was a bigger issue. A Jason issue. It also didn’t matter what you wrote. What did matter is that he needed to fix this before he lost the one good thing that he had with you.

This warranted a response. He just couldn’t decide what would be most appropriate. Keep it simple, keep it believable. Jason would write a lengthy letter back to assure you that he liked your candor and fire, but this was Bruce Wayne.

Knowing him, he’d throw money at the problem until it went away. You would hate that, but maybe he could meet this issue somewhere in the middle.

A little bit of Jason, a little bit of Bruce.

Some truth to alleviate the lie he’d trapped himself in.

It was worth a shot because he couldn’t bear another three years of formalities until you graduated. This had to work.

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[crossfalconx5]

”Yknow those socks and bobbles and things that always ending up slipping into the cracks and corners of your home that you think about from time to time? Too important to fully forget about, but not important enough to actually go turning up your house looking for em? We’re sorta like that in a way. The forgotten socks left in the wake of the “world’s biggest band.” I’d like to think it makes us an odd kind of special.”

Sooooo there was originally supposed to be a fully fledged ask blog dedicated to this AU (and it still might be if people fuck with it enough,) but the initial kickoff project I had planned for it fell through and my priorities changed, so I decided to not bother with the whole secrecy thing and just start posting about it on my main account. I have some doodles and things saved up I’ve been meaning to post for a while, and if anybody cares enough I’d be happy to answer questions about it. Basic premise: Paula Cracker, circa 2019, through various unfortunate circumstances, ends up with two peculiar roomates with oddly familiar backstories.

so yeah prepare for in influx of my backlog of Washups art for like a solid few days while I cook up something new.

[the-wandering-mage]

Gotham Bats ruin and save Spiderman's Operation Nest

This is like a story concept written out for a Spider-Man Batfam crossover fic I don't have the time to write fully. This is more developed than a prompt but, still is thought I'd share and maybe you guys will enjoy it and/or somebody will pick it up and develop it into a fully fledged fic. So here it goes-

A more spidery Spider-Man is dropped into a DC universe right into Gotham. It's the beginning of fall in Gotham which is a problem for a Spider seeing as he is stranded in another universe with nothing but his Spidey suit and his AI companion. He has no access to the synthesized hormone cocktail he's been taking in the winter to keep him from going into hibernation. Now Peter could get together the stuff to synthesize the medication but, he need a stable place to set up a running lab to make it as he'd need it fresh and take it on the regular. That is a lot of work and resources he'd have to come up with and maintain. Also he is a depressed boi and a long nap actually sound really good. So instead of trying to set up a lab he starts Operation Nest. He is going to find a small enclosed space and prepare it for his long winters nest.

Peter also decides pretty quickly with all the crazy dangers of Gotham and all the warnings of what Karen was able to find after connecting to this world's version of the Internet to keep the suit on and just be Spider-Man full time. The suit would keep him safe from chemical attacks and the overall pollution of Gotham as well as keep him anonymous in the very likey event he has to use his powers to defend himself. Which will let him keep a nice civilian identity that Karen crafted come spring if he chooses to.

Peter's first two objectives in Operation Nest are to get money and find a location. The first Karen helps him with easily setting up a company, then filing and selling some benign patents, since this world is really behind in tech. She also helps him get more immediate cash without crossing into stealing just by doing online commissions for simple tech support type things while the patent money is still pending. Peter gets a laptop that he uses to help with some of the tech work even though Karen can literally do five jobs at once under several fake IDs she made herself.

Most of the day for Peter however is spent looking for real estate. Which is harder in Gotham than one might think considering the rival gangs, rival super villains constantly blowing up things, and all the homeless fighting over whatever is left of the abandoned buildings. The only good thing about all this is a giant spider nest will go relatively unnoticed amongst all the other craziness. Peter's adventures running all over Gotham trying to find a place to hunker down for a couple of months cause him to run into all sorts of characters.

Peter is in a weirdly apathetic state towards himself with all his trauma so he saves people obviously, and is still empathic, maybe more so with trying to get the villians to be better people and just talking with them like real people but, he is really basley about his own safety. He has already lost everyone he cares about and he's faced down Thanos, so none of the villians at this point faze him. He doesn't see them as a threat to himself. He ends up making a bunch of friends with villains by continuing what May believed in, what Ben believed in, and helps the villains out so they can hopefully make a change.

The bats hear about him and decide to investigate but all of them get terrible first impressions and they assume he's a villain or going to be one if they don't find him. Peter is OP and scary. He's not given up his friendly neighborhood spider-man but he has stopped trying as hard to look human type of friendly. He just has slow given into being a spider and is creepy. He also leaves spider webs everywhere, since his natural ones don't dissolve like the artificial ones that he uses sparingly. This also freaks them out and there is debate on whether what they are hunting is a meta human or an intelligent spider creature. Also at least one bat at the beginning runs into one of the webs and at least one gets temporarily stuck to a criminal they are trying to free from a cocoon

By the time the bats find Spider-Man they are all convinced that he's a villain plotting something big but really they've just been stalking Peter as he completes his to do list for Operation Nest. All the dangerous equipment and suspicious purchases from villains were really to get his nest set up. Peter knew his friends had some of the stuff he needed like a cytogenetic freezer to keep some of his food from spoiling over the course of a few months since he doesn't want anyone making deliveries to his house while he's hibernating. His friends were happy to help although he still paid them despite their insistence not to.

Karen thinks it's hilarious. Although they acknowledge itd be better to just explain the situation to the bats before Peter is in active hibernation and let them find them. They totally ruin their bust by opening the doors of a small dilapidated old tailors shop in the fashion district, where Peter had set up his nest in the basement. Peter isn't happy with them feeling very territorial. He wants them not to touch anything as he shows them into his nest. He warns them and they are a bit freaked out when he hisses at them when they inevitably ignore he's instructions out of curiosity but then settle a bit when they notice how tired he is. Cass probably gets them to back off. He explains things enough so they leave him to his hibernation with the promise of hanging out in the spring.

Or alternatively. Karen is too busy setting things up she doesn't notice with her smaller processing power disconnected from Stark Tech as she is to notice the Bats noticing them. Then she is being wired into the Nest when they start getting close so, she doesn't know they are closing in. Then she is doing system checks to make sure she is able to monitor Peter when he's hibernating and can use the machines and mechanical arms to help Peter for the parts of his hibernation he will be awake or partially awake to handle his bodily needs before cocooning back into his Nest made of his natural webs and blankets.

Karen doesn't know they are there until they break her perimeter alarms and she is forced to use her defensive measures since Peter has just gone into hibernation like a day ago. The bats having more resources than Karen at their disposal and coming at her from all angles breach her defenses and get into The Nest. Karen does her best to rouse Peter with alarms blaring but she is only able to get him into a semi state of consciousness. Not enough to move him without drugging him which would be dangerous for his health and with so many coming for her charge she does her best to throw her mechanically arms in front of him to guard him where he is.

The bats once they see a sleepy confused Peter with a strange woman's voice begging them to leave him alone they feel bad realizing they judged him wrong. Especially after seeing him adorably yawn with his fangs popping out.