#pheonix!tim

[erinwantstowrite]

ok now is the time where i admit that alighterwood got into my head and now i have a batfam rewrite au plotline sitting in my outline drafts

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[phantom-arsonist-racoon]

A gothamite walking on the street playing seven nation army or something with one earbud in and the other hanging out, and suddenly Red Robin zooms past on the roof and yells, "You have excellent music taste" before running off to fight another villain and the gothamite is like ???? thanks???

[kiankiwi]

I had no idea that the soundtrack of my childhood was the soundtrack to Indiana jones (river phoenix is in it too!)

My parents raised me on the best of 80’s-early 90’s movies

[4mrplumi]

( crow choir. entry three ) ── cloud pheonix ( m.s | prev/next )

author's note at the end

yeah, you feel gross. snot and tears are pouring down your face like oil, your breaths coming out heavy and painful in attempts to keep them down. you shouldn’t be this emotional really, shame pulsing like a boiling ache under the sad muscles of your chest.

“oh come on (name),” a voice outside the stall drawls, an un-gotham accent to it, too polished to match with the broken tiles on the locker room floor, “literally no-one cares what that hag has to say anyway!”

“you can’t”- go breaking down at every little thing, “go breaking down at every little thing, buddy…”

you manage a string of incomprehensible words, through a sob so ugly you want to curl into yourself and have your ribs cage you in. the cringe in her voice is obvious when she tries to coax you out, so undeniably perturbed you want to beg her to not be repulsed by you.

it’s been only a day since you shifted temporarily into your friend's run-down apartment from your equally run-down one.

you can consider it running away, being a coward, but really it was precaution. after cassandra’s surprise visit and dick and tim’s bugging, you’d decide to do the right thing and get off their minds for a bit. if you truly concerned them in any way, you could play it off as just visiting someone. you hope they forget to follow up on you.

some languid, hazy thoughts circle your head while you peel an orange for yourself, not having been able to stomach much but fruit and fruit-flavoured candy since well… ever. your reluctance to eat and loss of appetite had seemed to lessen from what it used to be, but only in small developments.

you still feel guilty for what you have, but after having lived in so much debt all your life, being guilty’s become second nature. yes, you’ll have to pay for the fruits of your luxury one day. but for now, you’re okay making peace with the bad electric fan in the living room.

today, you feel… self pitying. selfish, even. and you let yourself feel it, musing about the very people you ran- moved on from.

despite your hardened exterior, sharp scowls and reclusivity, you had been a little kid. a question that had haunted you upon their arrival in your life and still haunts you today, is why the whole family could so easily help, get involved, and better themselves together, but so easily managed to avoid you. why didn’t they try as hard with you as they did with everyone else? why was everyone so forgivable, except you? were you really so unlovable?

your mumbles for help could have been so easily heard if they bothered to listen. your fingers would have hooked to theirs if they didn’t so sharply pull their hands away. 

the small efforts you’d made for the first time were so easily dismissed. it’s not like there was much for you to go on, your concepts of affection included your hair being pulled by other children and your foster parents shoving an extra slice of bread (left uneaten either way) onto your plate. but maybe human instincts made you wish for more than was possible, allowed, for you.

it made you guilty. to want. it made you feel selfish. to be loved.

it was in a manner of awe you saw dick ruffle tim’s hair for the first time, beady-eyed and tight lipped. it took a lot of effort to stamp down the ridiculous want to be coddled and more effort to stamp down the disappointment and embarrassment you felt after staring up at dick expectantly, for him to just smile awkwardly at you and leave. 

in the manor, a year after you arrived, you’d observed with keen interest at a birthday party celebration at home. you can’t remember whose. 

streamers in the kitchen, with a lovely cake big enough for everyone, maybe takeout or alfred’s cooking too. but it was so… foreign. 

you’d asked alfred, tugging on his sleeve with hushed curiosity about what they were doing. you missed the slight flash of guilt in his expression when he realised you weren’t in the kitchen with them, instead simply stumbling onto the scene.

with a gentle pat on your shoulder, he’d told you he’d help plan out your fourteenth birthday just like theirs, indulge in whatever sweets or snacks you liked best. the prospect had made you excited, if not a little nervous, and you’d thought out balloon colours and card decorations, indulging in childish wants you hadn’t been able to indulge in before.

when the date came however, you didn’t remind alfred or anyone else, embarrassed at the idea of having to tell them it was your special day. 

not sure what you expected. them to call out to you instead of you going to them? they had so much on their mind, so much work. no need to burden them, (name). it only stung a little, as your excitement bubbled out as the day turned into evening. but it was already so late, you didn’t want to be entitled and tell alfred; risk making him guilty or rush himself into work he didn't plan for. you didn't want to hurt yourself either at whatever micro-expression he used to look surprised.

you went to bed that day with a small stone in your chest and slightly teary eyes. you didn’t cry though, over such a silly… useless little thing. big kids don’t cry, and your sister- no, your family would be disappointed at your immaturity.

you don’t think of it again, and nobody ever brings it up, no one seems to notice you haven’t had a birthday in years, no one noticed.

you’d whispered, insecure and horrifyingly shamefully, at a hand me down stuffed animal, asking the out-of-shape panda; “do you care about me? do you remember me?”

it responded, beady cloth eyes looking at you, that “no. i don’t care about you, and i don’t love you.” 

you’d fallen to sleep after dissolving into tears, pressing the plush close to your chest, hoping it could bridge the gap between your lungs that felt so large it hurt your insides.

you had to be strong, because you had long since come to the idea that no one was going to save you. 

bruce wayne, your father, didn’t save you from the guilt that clawed at you when your sister cried after work, the violent outbursts of emotionally repressed adults and children around you, or the dark crevices of your brain that seemed to get closer and larger everyday. he didn’t save you from your strength, you didn’t need him to.

you were strong enough without him, and care would’ve only made you weak and soft. you don’t need their help. 

a sick feeling stirs in your gut, the smell of the oranges becoming suddenly too strong and sweet. you think you’re going to throw up, exhausted in the speech that slurred through your head. you’re strong, and you can deal with it. on your own.

“what’s with them, huh?” a new, but familiar voice calls out, the rasp of it strangely sweet for such a place. your sobs ebb out, only because they wrack around in your lungs now as you try to shut up.

the shame eats you up alive. the last thing you need is two crows for friends trying and failing at being of any comfort, comfort you didn’t need or want.

you don’t want to waste their time.

you take a shuddering breath, wiping off the fluids on your face, angry and freaked out by your outburst. you mumble before the drawl answers for you, “nothing, nothing.”

the first voice huffs irritably, “i don’t know why you lie. if we had to make fun of you, we’d do it already (name)!”. the second is less unkind, but still a brisk demand of “if you can tell her, you can tell me too, can’t ya?”, possibly upsetting you further. your sentiments are so indebting. you don’t want to drag them down with your moping.

let them forgive you for hoping they could learn to be you.

“you got some nerve being here, grayson.”

you don’t mean for your voice to be as cold as it is, but this resurgence of anger that’s been kept at bay, and your terror at his presence makes it difficult.

dick’s face shifts from nervous to pained, staring down at you with a furrow of his brow so pitiable you want to kill him. he’s not supposed to be here. he’s not supposed to know.

he doesn't much recall what you sounded like, never having the thought oppurtunity of talking to you. but he's almost sure it's different.

“(name)...” “make it quick.” you hiss, interrupting. you can see the momentary frustration, a familiar anger bristle in his face, before it smoothes out perfectly. you’ve always thought him to be so perfect. 

“you’re not answering our calls, your apartment’s empty-" you feel your hear rate spike. they've been to your apartment? "-bruce’s been trying to contact you for days-” he gestures lightly in the air, eyes singling in on the small flinch you gave with grand grief, “-what’s going on?”

you hear your friend call out from inside the house, a loud “(nameee)? who’s at the door?”, and answering it with an equally loud bark of “don’t worry about it!”, before turning back to scowl at him.

“what’s it to you? my house, my damn rules, grayson. i can go where i fucking want to.” you know you're being childish, but don't much care.

he makes a face, one you can’t discern. that worries you deeply. it’s not like you to not understand. you don’t like accommodating change.

“kid, don’t get emotional-” “i’m not getting emotional.” “it’s just a bit concerning because-”

“-because it’s not like you.”

you have to pause, genuinely surprised. by the look dick has at your reaction, you’re not doing a very good job at hiding how appalled you are.

not like you? they don’t know the first thing about you. how the hell do they know what’s like you and what’s not?

how do they have the audacity, to saunter back into your life after being so casual about abandoning you to yourself, and lecture you about… yourself?

dick only hears a detached “what.” from his younger sibling before jumping at the chance to interrupt, salvage their exchange.

“listen, kid, why don’t we discuss this… outside?” he takes a simple tone, so conversant and friendly you feel your blood curdle, “you like coffee?”

“dick.” he snaps to look at you. you rarely ever called to anyone in the family by their first name (you barely called to them at all). a trait somewhat shared by damian. he wonders how well the two of you get along, did your aggressiveness clash or compliment each other?-

“i don’t know how you spied on me and got my address,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, dick’s reminded of bruce, “but man…”

“get out.”

dick pauses. 

what? 

did he say something wrong?

you repeat yourself, like someone trying to get through to a slow dog, an eyebrow raised; “get out. of my house.”. 

maybe being out of the manor and it’s gilded rooms has made you a bit insensitive, forgetting both the manners you’d picked up from alfred and the courtesies from your foster parents, because when he doesn’t leave the second time you tell him to, you shut the door on his face.

it’s satisfying.

he doesn’t knock again, and you don’t bother yourself with the anxiety of watching him leave from the keyhole. maybe he’s more sensible for what you took him to be, and dick lets you be. you really hopes it stays that way. 

care would make you weak and soft. you pop a de-stringed orange piece into your mouth from a bowl in the kitchen, idle and still processing what happened. your friend walks in a moment later, scratching her hair and doing the same, asking through a mouthful of pulp; “who was it?”

you answer in a similar manner, picking out a seed from your mouth; “no one important.”

oh my god. dick grayson was at your secret house. 

the orange becomes tasteless in your mouth , and you grimace.

the school bell rings, the mindless chatter of students drowning out most of it. you stand awkwardly in front of your teacher, your friends waiting at the back, looking anywhere but at you.

“if i was harsh on you earlier (name), you’ll have to forgive me,” she says, voice nearly patronising in its degree of pity, “you must understand that work ethics are incredibly important to our school. but if i may have been too strict in my way of trying to make you understand. i do feel bad.”

you can hear your friend scoff at the teacher’s sentiment, she’s the only one in this god awful establishment who gives a damn about the students’ measly feelings. it makes her so susceptible to rowdy classes and sneering students, you feel bad for her sometimes. 

you manage to mutter through your teeth, forcing your tone into understanding.

“it’s okay, miss…” it’s not, not really, “you don’t have to apologise,” you hope the guilt kills her, “i get where i went wrong.” you hate her.

when’d you become so sour?

hi... been a while crow choir...

finally getting into the main parts (due time) and i'm in a cross road between deciding whether to make batfam yandere before they realise their neglect or after

have most of the next entry planned out, so hopefull it won't take as long to update as this one.

thank you for reading!!

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[jewelsli]

Wizarding World X DC

Okay this idea has been spinning around my head all day, an au where the Wayne family is an ancient line of pure bloods that moved to Gotham from Britain ages ago, it’s still tradition for the members to go to Hogwarts for their magical schooling because the family has been there since the founding of the school.

Basically Bruce would have gone to school around the same time as James and Lilly and John Constantine but that’s not for right now. He wasn’t involved much in the Order of the Pheonix because that was around the time the JL was fighting a bunch of stuff/forming. He’s an exceptional wizard who could easily become an auror if he wanted to with his level of skill that he has because he is an overachiever. I think that he would also learn to become an animagus because of just how paranoid he is (and it obviously would have to be a bat, probably one of the mega bats), but that’s up for debate.

Anyway none of his sons would go to hogwarts(or know that he’s a wizard/about the British wizarding world) since magical blood is pretty rare naturally (I have a headcannon that anyone could learn magic but it would be much harder). I was debating making the Drake’s another ancient pure blood line and I’ve decided that at some point they had a few generations with just squibs and have forgotten their magic? Or something?

Putting that all aside, along comes Damian, almost eleven and in no way educated about his magic (accidental magic was lessened because of the strange energy of the Lazarus pits). Cue Bruce trying to teach his son everything he can about magic in the seven months he has before his new kid has to go to school, while also trying to keep it from his other kids(why does he have so many…).

They end up saying that Damian is going to a boarding school in Britain (the cover story for every Wayne child) that has limited spots. Damian is reluctant to leave his new role of Robin but Bruce, in a last ditch attempt allows Damian to get his own owl (Bruce had one already), promises to work out a way to let him apparate to Gotham every few weekends (the other kids think they are using the bat plane) and also agrees to teach Damian to be an animagus as well (Honduras white bat? One of those desert cats? Idk yet).

Damian would be in the same year as the golden trio or one year above/below them. I think Bruce would have gotten sorted into Slytherin (ambition) or Ravenclaw (wit and wisdom), but he could fit in Gryfinndor as well. As for Damian, I think Hufflepuff would actually be the best fit (loyalty), however as with his father any of the houses could work.

The professors are NOT ready for Wayne headache number two with Damian sneaking out almost as much as his dad and finding twice as many dangerous magical beasts (and somehow taming them).

Since the Wayne’s are a sort of legacy family Bruce can visit occasionally (think how Lucius just shows up for some reason).

As for the golden trio. I think that first off a few things would change with the Justice league(and more) existing. Personally I think Harry would get his hands on every comic/merchandise piece he could, and hermione is fascinated by them and how each of them came to be (if she was in Gotham her and Tim would get along or clash). Ron has no idea who most of them are but does know about the Wayne family (since they are a pretty famous pure blood line and his dad is fascinated by how they have integrated into muggle society) and magical supers like dr fate and Captain Marvel.

Damian walks in and once people realize who he is a lot of them expect him to be airheaded and shallow (or an absolute jerk). And like… it’s only been a few months so he’s not the greatest with people but he’s not BAD. He is absolutely disgusted by Draco when he talks bad about muggles around him, he does not tolerate bullying at all (it’s not logical), and he’s like… scarily perceptive…

For year one he absolutely goes to the forbidden corridor the second he can, finds fluffy, and is absolutely fascinated by them, he goes looking for the troll but is stopped lol. Oh he also meets Hagrid’s dragon to and helps the trio smuggle him away (the books). I don’t think he would bond with the trio fast enough to come along with them to the ending, but if he was invited he would definitely have done it.

When the chamber opens he’s real actively safe as a half-blood but that does not stop him from actively learning every defensive (and offensive) magic. He tells his father about everything and he ends up visiting more often then the first year because of paranoia. When Harry is revealed to be a parselmouth Damian isn’t scared like everyone else and instead demands that he be taught to speak with snakes as well (he has a pet ball python at home). This would be the catalyst for him growing closer to the trio. The rest of the year would be mostly uneventful for him since he doesn’t go into the chamber with Harry and Ron (he does later go check it out however).

I honestly have forgotten most of year three… but I think in this year he would be closer to the golden trio, and the only reason he isn’t included in many of their schemes is that he is in a different house. I also think that by year three he’s almost done learning to be an animagus and is also excelling in care of magical creatures while being mostly above average in his other classes. He’s trying way to hard to start learning wandless and worldless magic ahead of schedule (Which may have come from watching Bruce use a wand/wordless spell on a villain when he was just done with the night).

I’ve also forgotten most of the other years- but I’ll just say that I think he would be okay at quidditch but prefer broom racing, he will and has challenged literally anyone to a duel when he gets fed up. Also he finishes becoming an animagus year four or around year four, thinking on it I think that an ocelot would be a good fit for him.

just remembered dementors lol. They would go crazy for him, traumatic past, death energy from the pits, yeah they love him lmao. He learns a patron is really fast (from Bruce because the dementors also love him).

Damian is totally going to be trying to get into the triwizard tournament no matter what, he can’t get in though… he sees his first adult dragon because of the games and gains an interest in learning to speak merrow because of hearing dumbledoor speak it. Damian totally believes Harry when he says that Voldemort is back, as a side note he knew Cedric personally…

The amount of pure loathing he has for Umbridge is INSANE, he records every instance of her breaking the law (there’s many cases of child abuse/torture, including against him…). Bruce is trying to get her out of office the entire time and his voice holds a lot of power in the wizarding community, it’s not enough. Damian is a huge contributor to dumbledoor s army and helps a lot of people learn, also meets Grawp at some point, and an introduction to the centaurs :D

after that year he compiles all his evidence and end up getting umbridge into azkaban for a while (literally like half the school brought counts of illegal use of truth serum and torture forward)

Bruce would show up when the kids break into the ministry (he apparates to Britain a lot) and gets to punch Lucius in the face (he’s not as reliant on spells as the average magic user). Bruce gets so mad at dumbledoor because WHY ARE YOU LETTING THESE KIDS ALMOST DIE WITHOUT EVEN TRAINING THEM?????

Bruce adopts most of them in spirit at that point- (and is reminded why his family left the British wizarding world)

I’m not sure if Damian would go on the horcrux hunt with the main trio, if anything he would actually bring them to America to hide in Gotham at some point (maybe he stays there one summer? I’m sorry y’all I hate the dursleys so…)

Anyway that’s pretty much what I have so far…

Also Damian ended up splinching his arm off the first time he tried apparating, yet was also the one to practice it the most so he could visit Gotham more

Extra (based off of the mention of John earlier):

John: *rambling about how Batman’s soul would become corrupt if he tried to learn magic*

Bat *amused*: is this what you tell every muggle when they want to learn magic?

John, suddenly remembering his years at Hogwarts (he went up to halfway through the sixth year)(wizarding Britain is the only place that says muggles aside from Australia):

John: WAIT WHAT-

(John and Bruce went to Hogwarts in the same time frame and knew eachother) (John got sorted into Ravenclaw or griffindoor)

[radiance1]

Remember that post where Danny was a dragon and Vlad was a pheonix?

Yea, they're thought here too.

And Danny is obvi an eastern dragon.

Also kinda inspired by the Kwami from mlb.

Danny became the prince of the Far Frozen, after having been adopted by Frostbite a few centuries earlier. Danny is immortal here, and lived past his family so he just spends most of his time in the Far Frozen now.

Vlad meanwhile just stuck to his own lair, a great zone of fire filled with his signature black flames. Occasionally he goes out to the human world to check in on Vladco, he unfortunately had to leave his business up to an heir since it would draw a great amount of suspicion if he were to still be the head after, say, a hundred or so years.

Did he have a child with someone? Hah! No, he just took an orphan off the street, cleaned them up a lil, and turned them into an heir worthy of Vladco.

Vlad and Danny aren't exactly friends, nor enemies either. The most accurate term would be that they're Frenemies. After a few hundred years they've just resorted to that.

Vlad is an enemy of Prince Aragon, surprisingly he didn't actually do anything significant to earn his ire, Prince Aragon just hates him because he's a phoenix.

Danny is also enemies with him, since he was one of Danny's enemies before when he was a teen and the guy's attitude didn't at all help in making Danny not be his enemy really.

So you can say they bonded over their shared hatred for that one guy a little bit.

Cute forward a couple years into the future and Danny and Vlad have gotten trapped inside some magical artifacts.

Why?

Because some wizard wanted their power for his own gain and such made a plan to pit them against each other, make them tire themselves out and injure the other, and then turn them into artifacts.

Danny got transformed into a necklace and Vlad got transformed into a ring.

In hindsight, they should've seen this coming.

Like the Kwami's from mlb they can come out of their respective items in a chibi form. Tiny eastern dragon and tiny phoenix that gave the wizard who turned them into what they are now hell.

They were sassy, straight out insulted him and laughed to each other about it straight to his face, and when the situation allowed it. Hindered him instead of helping him.

It got so bad that the wizard who turned them into jewelry decided to just give them off instead of holding onto them.

They've been given away, sold, auctioned off. A lot of things, though after being handed off from the wizard they were mostly silent. Over the years they were unfortunately split up, going to different owners.

Fast forward to another couple more years and Danny found himself dug up from a casket belonging to a long dead wizard and then just dumped into the custody of one Timothy Drake.

Meanwhile, Vlad found himself bought Lex Luthor, then he went: "Wait a minute, something about you is familiar.." then found out he was the descendant of that one orphan kid he took off the streets.

Danny appeared to Tim because he was lonely, and basically became his best friend. Though he was confused about his apparent obsession with this Batman character.

Vlad also appeared to Lex Luthor, though he did haggle him quite a bit for his business and what did you mean that kid's descendants ran his business into the ground? He taught that kid everything he knew and his descendants had the gall to run his business into bankruptcy just because he wasn't around?

If he got his claws on them he swore he would-

Anywho, who the hell is Superman and why do you hate him?

[sterifels-blog]

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•minor inconvenience

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eyeless jack

•chiaroscuro 🔞 part one of eyeless jack x f!reader

laughing jack

masky

hoodie

ticci toby

slenderman

jeff the killer

jane the killer

clockwork

jason the toymaker

bloody painter

kagekao

call of duty (mw + ghosts + all of them)

how'd they react series!

•falling asleep on them

alex "ajax" thompson

alex keller

captain john price

•pandora's reverie (implied 🔞)

•all the pretty little things ... baby fever

•ornithomancy p.1 🔞 ..sherrif!price x widowed!reader

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frank woods

gary "roach" sanderson

general shepherd

gabriel t. rorke

james ramirez

john "soap" mactavish

•protective over you.. at a bar

keegan p. russ

•petals and pit stops ...biker!keegan x flowershop!owner

kick

könig

kyle "gaz" garrick

logan walker

mace

•domestic knight... spa day with mace

marcus burns

marcus "lerch" ortega

nikolai

•thinking about... working in the hangar

nikto

phillip graves

rodolfo "rudy" parra

simon "ghost" riley

•he hates your boyfriend... simon drabble

•he figures out about your son... request

•knuckle silk 🔞 ..simon helps you with a necklace

valeria garza

vladimir makarov

velikan

vance (shadow company)

marble hornets

how they'd react series!

jay merrick

alex kralie

tim wright

brian thomas

•the first time he lets you touch him

jessica locke

slashers

how they'd react series!

michael myers

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freddy krueger

leatherface

ghostface

chucky

pinhead

hannibal lecter

norman bates

pennywise

brahms heelshire

jigsaw

top gun / tg mav

how they'd react series!

pete mitchell (maverick)

tom kazansky (iceman)

nick bradshaw (goose)

mike metcalf (viper)

rick heatherly (jester)

ron kerner (slider)

bradley bradshaw (rooster)

•flyboy’s call to earth 🔞 makeout with rooster

natasha trace (pheonix)

jake seresin (hangman)

robert floyd (bob)

reuben fitch (payback)

mickey garcia (fanboy)

red dead redemption

how they'd react series!

john marston

dutch van der linde

bill williamson

javier escuella

jack marston

house m.d

how they'd react series!

dr. gregory house

james wilson

lisa cuddy

eric foreman

allison cameron

robert chase

chris taub

remy "thirteen" hadley

lawrence kutner

martha masters

stacy warner

[offbrand-hunger-games]

The Bloodbath, Game #2

@fjord-the-narrator takes a sickle from inside the cornucopia.

@totally-ikea runs away from the Cornucopia.

@thatonedemigodfromseoul runs into the cornucopia and hides.

@cherrysandcats runs away from the Cornucopia.

@yejehehe4746 grabs a shield leaning on the cornucopia.

@duothelingo snatches a bottle of alcohol and a rag.

@that-stickfig-pheonix runs away from the Cornucopia.

@thehumanofjustice and @caseys-official threaten a double self-distruct. It fails and they die.

@harlequin3 , @definitely-supreme-court , and @that-sunny-pup work together to get as many supplies as possible.

@tim-the-silly-demon grabs a jar of fishing bait while @the-annoying-juniper gets fishing gear.

@raedioactive runs away from the Cornucopia.

@deputyclover runs away from the Cornucopia.

@kykafitzdinguss , @the-wax-winged-employee , @thatsteampunkphoxx , and @charlie-morningstar666 share everything they gathered before running.

@artsy-anonymous runs away with a lighter and some rope.

@issacthelazy runs away from the Cornucopia.

@sleepy-cantfuckingsleep runs into the cornucopia and hides.

@byabitcrazy runs away from the Cornucopia.

[peepreadscomics]

So... 90s Kon's nightmare in YJ98 01??

Confusing. I've read a bit of Kon's 90s solo comics as well... but maybe I just don't get it?

Pls someone who's read Kon's 90s comic solo chime in. LIKE HELP.

it's supposed to be considered horrifying to Kon! He wakes up with a scream AND the box narrator is like, "The horror..." but I can't really see how this... would be horrifying in a meaningful way?

Im gonna TRY, but... it's not gonna be good.

Kon's back abruptly bursts out with fiery wings as he flies around metropolis alongside Superman.

He exclaims in confusion, only for Superman to chastise him.

It was inevitable, Superboy. That's what happens when you're so holier than thou...

....

So. According to nightmare Superman, Kon's fear is connected to being holier than thou. In comparison to who? And in what way? How does he try to prevent that fear???

And how are the wings a representation of fear? Is it using Icarus imagery? Or phoenix imagery?

It being icarus imagery is a lil weak...Because the wings are made of fire, not ON fire or melting from fire. But if it is,

Rather than a nightmare, it feels more like a weird dream for Kon but foreshadowing for the readers, especially when compared to Bart and Tim's nightmare.

With Icarus symbolism combined with the "holier than thou" expression: Kon is PLENTY prideful. He tends to think that his way is best, especially when it comes to what he considers "his specialty" when he deals with aliens and metas.

This is kept up throughout the next issues until the Apokolips—where his pride and ambition ARE LITERALLY his and his team's downfall via planetary crash. (Superboy 91, his letter to Sterling hurts so much, don't look at me)

So maybe his fear comes from confusion? Because he doesn't understand yet what this means for him.

Still... would that merit the narrator box to say, "the horror" and have Kon waking up in sweat with a shout in the next panel? CLEARLY, this dream stuff caused him horror!

Young Justice

Although... I guess his expression could also convey some confusion.

The phoenix imagery is shaky too, but maybe this one is more about his own fear of his place in the world?

He doesn't even have his own actual name yet. I'm referring to him as Kon right now, but at this time... he hasn't even been given that name yet! And in-universe, he's been in the outside world for at LEAST a year now.

He can't even age any older with him being stuck at 16.

Even more...

With pheonix being symbolism for the natural cycle of life and death... at times representing a break in that cycle by also being a symbol for immortality...

Maybe this is alluding to that one scene in "Mother of all Battles" where he half dreams slowly becoming alone with even his shadow leaving him. There he quotes peter pan, "to die would be an awfully big adventure." (Don't look at me I'm so sad)

He came to be as a replacement in the case of Clark's death. He was supposed to be the second stage of Superman, the one that comes after Clark kicked it. But Clark is alive, and Kon is here. He was Superman for a little bit, but now he'll never fulfill the purpose of a new reinvented Superman leaving him stranded outside the natural cycle of life and death, doomed to never age or change.

So what happens to someone like him stuck in limbo? What happens if he develops this holier-than-thou attitude that will keep him from relating to those around him when his existence is already SO out of the ordinary?

He'll burn. He'll be betrayed by his own attitude that is slowly becoming more and more isolating.

All that being said...

None of it FEELS RIGHT? Pull any thread here, and it ALL comes undone.

And I know it's just a comic and writing slips a lot, but I want a through line for Kon's character development in my brain. The closest to that though, would be him outgrowing his pride, i guess? I didnt read core four's Titans run fully or the issue where he dies, so I know I'm missing things here.

He seems much more careful and subdued after Apokolips, but I'm not sure if that carries into Titans/the Superboy Prime deatg.

TLDR: I dont get what Kon's nightmare means. Help.

Tim's Nightmare Analysis

[gothamite-shenanigans]

intro

Hey, my name is Evan Hart! I'm a Gothamite blogger who likes pissing off the batfam :))) (except robin, that little shit tried to steal my cat after I called him "angry tiny toddler")

I'm 16 (meaning no nsfw!!)

sometimes I make conspiracies about my boss, Bruce Wayne (he's not batsy, I saw him trip over air once, batman wouldn't do that)

My favorite vigilante/superhero is Superman because I can tease him all I want without getting tied up and left on my roof and/or pushed off of it (RR I'M LOOKING AT YOU)

I also make documentaries (In my head) about gothamites I see on the occasion I go outside (never)

I really like cats, so if you need someone to cat-sit or just pet-sit in general then I'm your man!!

I use he/they pronouns

I intern for Wayne Enterprises (Hence the boss thing) (but I see Tim in the office more than I do Bruce tbh)

I have like nine siblings (none who live in gotham; they all told me "I'm getting out of this godforsaken city asap" lmfao)

ADHD/autistic

uhm

My favorite colour is grey??? idk what else to put

ANYWAYS YEAH THAT'S IT BYE

(Hi everyone! This is Pheonix, the admin of this account. I will be using the indent + green to show when it's me posting verses when it's Evan :) I am also a minor, and I love and appreciate asks!! So don't hesitate to tell me anything💚 I use any pronouns, little to no preference! also let me know if I should change the colour because I don't want you to hurt your eyes!!!

[thelittlesorceressbg3]

People I’d Like To Know Better Meme

Tagged by my new friend @nashcandream! Thanks for the tag Nash! 🤗

Last song: Abracadabra by Lady Gaga

Last book: I’m currently on A Court of Wings and Ruin in the ACOTAR series! I only recently finished the second book after it sat on my bedside table for over a year because Baldur’s Gate consumed my entire life. 😂

Last movie: Eclipse. 🤣 My boyfriend, a self proclaimed cinephile had never seen the Twilight movies in his 40+ years of life so we’ve been marathoning them the last few weeks, it’s been a lot of fun and he’s genuinely enjoying the ride!

Leo after the first movie: That was so bad. I already want to watch the rest of them so bad.

Last show: I’m currently binging The Middle again, it’s a comfort show of mine! As far as new shows I think the last one I watched was My Adventures With Superman. 12/10 recommend both.

Last thing I searched: “telekinesis bg3”

I was doing research for fanfic purposes 😂

Favorite color: Yellow!!! 💛 Primary colors in general are my aesthetic ❤️💛💙

Sweet/savory/spicy: I think I’m definitely a savory person. Put enough cheese on anything and there’s a good chance I’ll eat it 😂 Cheesecake is my all time favorite food; I’ll do just about anything you want for a slice of cheesecake.

I have a pretty high spice tolerance (I take great pride in the fact I’ve out-spiced my half Mexican half Brazilian boyfriend) but I’m selective about which foods I like spice in. At my favorite ramen restaurant I always order the extra spicy miso broth!

Relationship status: Partnered to a super sweet, supportive, Latino king. 🥰 He’s so patient with me and always knows how to calm me down/handle me when I start stimming.

Looking forward to: Flying to Pheonix in a month with @darcydekarios to meet TIM DOWNIE!!!!!

Also seeing Wicked live later in April and going to France in May for a month with my mom!

Current obsession: BG3, Gale x Waverly, my friends OCs. 🥰 I’ve been writing, reading ACOTAR and painting minis while I wait for patch 8.

I think the only thing that’s going to pull me out of BG3 hell is when Osomatsusan season 4 airs and Karamatsu kicks Gale off his throne.

[slifarianhawk]

Resident evil arch angel

Chapter 36: new beginning

After we dressed and left the apartment, we headed down to the training room. In the catwalks, I stare out over Gale, Jill, and Steve.

"So what's that neck scar from Gale? You didn't have it the last time I saw you in Russia." Jill asked running her fingers down the jutting scar along his neck.

"I got shot by this weird Russian asshole. Don't worry though Tabs and Wesker handled it. Made mincemeat of the guy according to the wolfpack. Speaking of the devil. Took you both long enough to get done with the dirty tango." Gale said laughing pointing up at me and Albert.

Jill looks at me pissed off. I knew I would have to have to sit down and talk to her about the shift in plans. More and more it looks like I'm betraying humanity. That was a deep-seated fear in my heart. Would I be able to take him down or would I just want to be with him? I knew I would have to work twice as hard to save him or else my target would remain true. I walked down the steel steps as did Albert. Jill stormed up to me.

"So it was you this whole time?!?!" Jill growled, "How could you betray the B.S.A.A. it makes me sick T."

"That is just the way things are with Pheonix Corps Jill. We are not the good guys. " I lied through my teeth.

"She is perfect the way she is Ms. Valentine," Wesk said standing behind me.

"JUST SHUT UP WESKER!!! THIS IS BETWEEN ME AND HER!!!" Jill said grabbing my collar.

Albert growled pulling out his phone and pushing a button. Jill started writhing in agony and let out a blood-curdling scream. Me and Gale both ran up to Jill. The device on her chest was glowing.

"WESKER STOP THIS NOW!" Gale shouted holding Jill in his arms.

"Albert please, don't hurt her anymore." I cry out," I know you were trying to prevent any harm befalling me but...."

"It's OK you guys." Jill barely whispers out, "I'm sorry T, just trying to put up an act."

"But this thing..." I shake my head.

"This isn't right wesker!" Gale growled.

"You can't blow your cover. I'll be ok" Jill whimpered.

"I was just making sure you were not harmed, my dear," Wesker said kneeling next to me.

I sigh, "I know my love, we can't let sentiments get in our way until Uroboros is complete and the world is ours.".

"We need to become stronger for what is to come," Gale says holding a shaking Jill.

"I know Gale, from the Russian that shot you. To me taking five flash bangs and constantly falling into traps. We have a long road ahead of us." I mutter and Albert nods.

"Then we shall do some sparring, Gale you will be with Jill give her some refresher courses and I shall spar with my precious lotus as we were before the meeting with Arias," Wesker said standing up, "first will be me and Tabitha, that way Jill can recover a bit before her match with Gale."

"Gee, how generous of you," Jill said sarcastically rolling her eyes as she and Gale walked to the other side of the room with Steve.

"You sure about this boss? You have still never beaten him in hand-to-hand combat. Hell, he even whooped my sorry ass last week." Gale called out to me.

"Don't worry about me, Gale! I'm stronger than the last time we fought. Not to mention I was holding back too. I won't let myself lose." I smile kicking off my heels and tossing my sweater to the side.

"Such bold words from Tabitha. She seemed much more confident than she did when we left for the mission. " Steve said scratching his chin.

"That's the boss lady for ya! She always gets cocky before a fight." Gale chimed in, reaching an arm behind Jill.

"Not now Gale!" She said pushing him away blushing.

I chuckled, this was pleasant for once.

"Dearheart come, let us get ready. "He said laying out judo mats and standing menacingly on one side.

"Alright, love, "I said walking over to the very large judo mats.

I smirked wickedly. I knew I wouldn't need any viral stabilizers or activators this round. All I needed was to spar Albert and win.

I got in my basic starting position, "I'm not holding back this time. Think you can go toe to toe with me Wesk?"

"I must say I love this new-found confidence dearheart. Let us see how long it will last." Wesker says launching at me with a palm strike.

I countered with a kick and sent a jab towards his face. Swiftly he dodges reaching for my wrist and attempts to toss me on the floor. I spin in the air and land on my feet recoiling to my starting position. I jump forward aiming a kick to his center only to have him grab my ankle and yeet me into a wall.

"Let's get serious I'm not going to lose this time." I pulled myself off the wall forming an obsidian blade in my hand, awakening the sleeping virus in my veins. The blade was stout and refined. Wesker raced behind me and tried and got me in a chokehold. I relished the lack of air but knew wasn't the time for my antics. I slammed my heel into his shin and sunk the blade into his arm causing him to drop me. I backflipped away.

"Come Tabitha show me your true strength" wesker laughed dashing towards me and landing a strong left on my ribs.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Show me you worth my true strength dearheart. "

Swiftly I kicked him on the right side of his chest and followed up with the blade cutting deeply into his cheek.

"You can not always rely on toys my dear," he growled trying to break my grip on the blade.

I smirked breaking free with a decently high jump kicking him square in the jaw.

Grabbing my ankle again he attempted to throw me to the ground. I spun around wrapping my legs around his torso I suplex him mid-air. We both landed on the floor. He hits his head on the mat. I quickly stood up and was instantly concerned I dropped the blade shattering all over the floor.

I heard a chuckle then quickly found myself under him a hand around my throat and a kiss upon my lips. He placed his knee on my sternum.

"That is checkmate, dearest lotus. You should know better than to drop your guard in front of the enemy." He smirked whispering in my ear.

"yeah, but love can you get off me? we have an audience." I blush a deep red.

"AGAIN WESKER! DIDN'T YOU GUYS JUST GET DONE DOING THE DANCE WITH NO PANTS?!!" Gale shouts as Jill has a light blush on her face.

"Well then Chambers, you and Valentine come over here then get ready," Wesker said lifting me and walking us to the bench.

Gale and Jill walk to the judo mats after watching wesker and I go at it. They get to the center and they start stretching.

After a few moments, Jill says "You ready to get your ass kicked Gale."

Gale said smirking " Sorry Jill, that ain't happening."

Jill takes off at Gale swinging a hard left going for a haymaker to the jaw, "I'm going to wipe the floor with you Gale."

Gale dodges saying " Come on Jill I know you're better than that." and sweeps her leg.

I chuckle as she gets back up cracks her knuckles and tries to kick Gale's leg. Gale smirks standing firm as her kick bounces off him. As he speeds behind her jabbing both kidneys and knees her in the lower spine.

"Come on Jill this ain't much of a spar if you keep letting me hit you," Gale says laughing while delivering another kidney shot. Jill turns around and growls. As she catches Gales's hands spreads them apart quickly turns around and head-butts him on the nose then in a similar fashion sweeps his legs as she elbow drops him on the sternum.

Gale rolls out of the way and gets back up on his feet saying "So you do know how to land a hit."

"I've kicked your ass plenty of times before I'm not losing now!" She says punching him between the eyes, "Get off the defensive!"

I clicked my tongue, she was asking for it.

Gale smirks " As you wish."

Then he proceeds to charge at Jill and get ready to throw a punch at her face. Jill gets ready to block but Gale quickly gets behind her landing a bow to the back of the skull and then he suplexes her to the ground.

Jill struggles to regain composure as she tries to stand she is met with a boop on the nose as Gale places her in the advanced sleeper hold.

"Damn it!" She said tapping out dizzy and stunned.

"Looks like I win, Jill" Gale smirks standing over her.

"Yeah yeah, fuck I thought I'd still be able to keep up with you. Seems like everyone I know is running laps around me" Jill sighed sadly as Gale offered his hand.

"Ohhhh somebody likes you, Jill!" I say standing up from the bench as wesker rolls his eyes. I laugh standing up and heading towards my friends.

Steve left the bench as well and walked up behind Wesker. He wore a concerned look as he did.

"Tabitha, Wesker I've been wondering... what was in the package you sent to the B.S.A.A?" Steve asked.

"It was an important step in getting the B.S.A.A. and my brother off my trail. Marking me as a prisoner. That I'm still on the side of humanity." I said looking away from Albert. Was I on the side of humanity?

"And a hope for our soon-to-be future. Dearheart, look at me" Albert said behind me.

Turning to face him he got on one knee removing his sunglasses.

"What are you doing Albert?" I gasp, my knees shaking.

"Tabitha, my most beautiful and precious lotus, I was suffering every day you were out of my life. I nearly killed you in your equinoxal form when you were under Sergei's care. I swear to you my love, till the end of time I will be with you and make up for my mistakes." He said pulling out a familiar type of small blue box.

My heart swelled and I felt my eyes water as Gale snickered behind me. Albert flicked open the box and his signature smirk appeared on his face. In the box was a two-banded platinum ring with a six-karat brilliant cut sapphire in the center and four one-karat black diamonds surrounding the sapphire in the cardinal directions. I cried. I knew this ring and long had I thought it was gone. It was mine and Albert's wedding ring.

I dropped to my knees taking the ring box from his hand and shaking, "How? I thought Sergei had destroyed it."

"That's what I had figured as well however in Spencer's note he had ordered Sergei to hide it from you till you were loyal to him. This was the item I wanted to be found and kept from the connections. My intel was wrong about where it was located. It was in the library of the archives. I saw it on the ground next to the rat's corpse. He probably wanted to make some extra money by selling it. Now Tabitha my lotus what say you? In front of two of the people you care for. Will you be my bride once more and renew our vows with me."

I looked as Jill shook her head a small smile on her lips, "Never would I imagine wesker saying such sweet things."

Using my strength I pull wesk close to me, lightly headbutting his forehead, a smile on my face. Tears streaming down it, "Yes! Albert hic yes... I'll be your bride again".

He chuckled taking back the ring box sliding out the ring and placed it on my left ring finger while kissing the shell of my ear. Fear was there but now it was behind a glass wall of love and desire. To be there with him for him.

I was undercover for nine months for humanity's sake. Now I felt after two weeks humanity could wait.

"My lovely goddess," Wesker whispered in my ear.

"My treasured god," I mumble laying my head on his strong chest.

My mission could wait....humanity could wait.... I was happy....not to mention it now seems I have a wedding to replan.

Hey everyone slifarianhawk here and yes it came to this I felt the romance this time. Action and romance are almost a perfect pair. Two story arcs are coming before the wedding have any suggestions I'm willing to listen. Have an amazing day and cheer on dearhearts. My name is Slifarianhawk and I'm not so far away 🪷

[thecrownbaltimore]

Wisdom Court Entertainment WINTER BALL! All out Hip Hop, Trap, R&B, Rap n More Party!

ft. Bruno & Haze / Right on Cue / Drewbe / 1080 Ent. / Thatbastardgroovy / Dark Pheonix Ent Tim Lewis / Teflyon Ent. / Pirate Bae & King Killa! w/ DJ Anchor the Bank! | 7PM | YE$ at the Back Bar

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Lunch with a Pheonix

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/yCnwcZ2 by BlueShadeFics Jason meets up with Babs for lunch and makes the mistake of asking what happened while he was dead and training with the League of Shadows - It's a long bumpy ride Words: 5314, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 6 of Shutterbug and Seaglass Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain Relationships: Barbara Gordon & Jason Todd, Batfamily Members & Jason Todd, both pre and post slash Tim Drake/Jason Todd Additional Tags: canon belongs in a blender, headcanons galore, Bruce Wayne's D- Parenting, Mentions of Murder, Bludhaven destruction via Chemo, mentions of torture, non detailed mentions of rape, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Always a Different Sex, Female Tim Drake, Male Felicity Smoak, mentions of Black Canary and Green Arrow and Overwatch, No beta we die like mne, Very Bad Parent Jack Drake, told mostly through conversation and flashback, Mentions of other DCU characters read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/yCnwcZ2

[regonold]

I really want jazz to just be shaming dick like she meets them at dinner and just lays into him after all he left his brother alone with an eccentric scientist and decided that was the best cousin of action they're lucky it's only a baby and not a unbeatable protection AI now where's my.... brother's child they need to know their aunt

Also does this lead into tim x danny? Part of me wants to but the other part want to have them be just co parents to their darling pheonix

Quick idea before I collapse into the sweet embrace of sleep.

Danny (running on two hours of sleep for the week) stumbled into Tim's apartment by accident. He looks around at the case files strewn about and the mountains of empty red bull cans, ramen cups, and coffee mugs before turning to Tim who's mid sip hunched over his computer.

Danny: Damn bitch, you live like this?

Danny: *proceeds to collapse of exhaustion*

Tim who just got shamed by some rando in his own home and is highly insulted: ...wtf