#the crossover clusterfuck

[arkhammaid]

sometimes i would like to study your brain. i need to know where these ideas come from (I MEAN THIS AS A COMPLIMENT! i love all your fics, especially your ao3 ones)

omg anon 🤭 tysm for the compliment!! tbh it's just... idk i've been doing the daydreaming business since a kid and sometimes i catch myself just sitting on my bed for a long time and blankly staring at my door... so yeah... do with that what you will

picture below perfectly captures me ngl

[iamnot-theboynextdoor]

okay i'm gonna tag all my semi-ooc dialogue bits with #The Blorbo Zone

[biomic]

i have this image in my head of terui having to bring his daughter to one of the big rider clusterfuck crossovers like peter b parker in spider-verse

this but it's accel fully transformed wearing the baby harness

[teamcavota]

honestly I agree with the sentiment that I have to fucking clue how a 3 way crossover would ever work. however, I can take it being a bit of a clusterfuck if I see Milo animated on my screen. please, everyone, understand that I need this. the rest of the episodes will be great. the people just need this one possible trainwreck as a sacrifice

[thr0wnawayy]

A question

I was looking for any information about the latest MHA movie and I've got nothing.

Did the movie present itself so badly that nobody could even be bothered to even write a brief synopsis, because this is absurd.

And there's no information for the characters either. Not their quirks nor their roles.

Anna's is the most egregious example I've seen. Her wiki is almost empty and the movie was supposed to come out in SPRING.

Update: just rechecked the wiki, the earliest possible release date was back in august of this year, i have no idea if they pushed it back or not. I'll keep the above part up because I believe it's important

Perhaps we'll see more of this clusterfuck come October (the 11th to be exact) but given how little chatter has been made about the movie since it's announcement it's looking uncertain.

The lack of enthusiasm or speculation seems more and more like foreshadowing and with how much of a shameless last ditch cash-grab the movie is, I can't blame anyone.

I remember reading the leaks and having to do a double take because there was no way that was getting approved. Who's writing this shit (could be Hori bit I'm unsure)

Reception was mixed at best and apathetic at worst. Some pointed out how badly this fucked with the time frame, while others said it felt like a crossover. [Oof]

Honesty what are your expectations (or lack thereof for this shitshow), I'd like to read them.

[soupbitch-moneybitch]

for the tiny crossover of people who love ofmd and also race cars:

i mentioned this in a discord i'm in, but i am not a sports person at all, and i am ESPECIALLY not a race car person, except my partner has a tendency to periodically get really into a specific topic (fungi, the atomic bomb, ebola, etc), and by extension, bc i love him and love listening to him, i tend to learn things about these things by extension

which is all to say, i am now kind of disgustingly familiar with formula 1 race car driving?? to the point that i have opinions on the teams, and have favorite drivers, and know a bunch of the history and stuff. it fundamentally clashes with almost ever facet of my personality, yet i have watched almost every race this season live

the POINT tho, and also the critical problem, is that formula 1 racing--more so than any other race car competitions--lends itself SO FUCKING WELL to a blackbonnet au

if you don't know (-god i wish that were me pic-) formula 1 racing is international, and the teams are all from different countries, and so are the drivers, so you have all kinds of nationalities up in there. and there's a shitton of nepotism, and generational racers, and buying their way in, and all that sort of stuff, which ofc makes me think of like

ed, being this formula 1 driver who is one of the only drivers to start from the bottom and work his way up on skill alone, and he's about to break the record for number of world championships, but he's so fucking BORED with the whole thing, bc he has no competition anymore. he wins every race, no one even comes close, it's just the same day in and day out

ENTER

stede. mb his dad/family owns a team, or are big sponsors, so everyone assumes he got his place bc of daddy's money, esp bc he wasn't known in the racing circuit prior to formula 1, so ed doesn't pay any attention to this dude at all, besides a brief "oh cool, another kiwi #respect"

right up until stede beats him in a race

and suddenly there's real competition again. and they are stuck doing press together bc they always get podiums together after every grand prix, and they go out celebrating together in whatever random country they're in that week, but mb stede has never been much of a partier, and ed was over it years ago, so they come up with their own celebration rituals, that are just them hanging out and watching tv at the hotel, or playing racing video games, or whatever the fuck. and obviously they start to fall for each other, which causes all kinds of drama, bc izzy, ed's team lead, is like "don't let this poncy fuck get in your head!" and the fans are divided on whether they ship ed and stede, or if they hate stede for coming after ed's record breaking win, or if they LOVE stede for coming after ed's record breaking win, and it's just a huge clusterfuck of drama that makes it really hard to develop a real relationship during, esp considering that they hop countries literally every two weeks

and ofc it has to come down to the wire. they have an equal number of points at the final grand prix, so whichever one of them wins that race wins the championship. what will happen??? i dunno, but whatever it is, they'll fuck about it afterward for sure

it fits together like a gd puzzle. the story writes itself. but am i rly gonna be that person? am i rly gonna have to be a person who writes fanfiction about fucking RACE CARS???

this is ruining my life

[gilbirda]

Friendly neighborhood vigilante. Chapter 17

BatmanxDP crossover. JasonxJazz

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“So… Can I offer anything? Tea? Orange juice? Tap water?” Jazz chuckled nervously, looking between the vigilantes awkwardly standing in her living room and her boyfriend standing on the other side, close to the door, glaring at them.

Red Robin glanced at her and smiled softly. “You have coffee?”

“I don’t, sorry. Don’t like the taste.”

“Then water is fine.”

Nightwing cleared his throat. “I’m fine with tea.”

“You don’t even like tea.” Jason growled. “Why are you here.”

“We wanted to apologize,” Nightwing lifted his hands, trying to look as harmless as possible. “To you and to Jasmine.”

“Jazz is fine.” She said, setting the kettle to start boiling water.

“Then apologize. And leave.”

“Gee, no need to get so territorial. Thanks,” Red Robin accepted the glass of water from her. “We wanted to explain, too. And maybe ask her a few questions.”

“But if you guys are busy we can come back in a few hours~” Nightwing smiled at Jason. “Or maybe tomorrow?”

“That’s it!”

Jason started marching towards the costumed vigilantes, knife in hand, but was stopped by Jazz as he passed by her. Her grip was like iron, Jason noticed, her muscles not straining at all to keep him from getting out of her grasp.

Was this how strong she really was?

Would she casually do displays of inhuman abilities like this now that he knew?

(He wanted her to, actually. He wanted to see it all.)

“Darling,” her voice was like honey as she took the knife from his hand, “no murdering anyone in my apartment.”

He didn’t answer, not trusting his voice to be normal after hearing the pet name coming from her lips again.

“You guys are the cutest thing ever.”

Both turned to look at the masked vigilante. Jason tried to subtly get out of her hand, but she didn’t budge. Impressive.

“I recommend you guys start talking. It’s kind of late and I have work tomorrow.”

Dick’s smile vanished, reminded why they were there. “We wanted to apologize,” he repeated, “What happened… it shouldn’t have happened.”

“Bruce didn’t have any right to go for you like he did.”

Amazing.

Even when Bruce fucks up so bad that he attracks the attention of potentially the next supervillain, he didn’t have the balls to come himself here to apologize.

Jazz hummed, finally letting him go. “It was bound to happen.”

Tim frowned. “What?”

“When I moved here I knew there was a possibility that Batman came after me, I was prepared for it.” She didn’t look happy, her eyes finding Jason’s for a second. Right. She never planned on dating anyone so probably she would have disappeared if she was found. “I had a plan B in case that happened.”

This was news to Jason. “Would you have run away?”

She nodded at him. “Back to the Infinite Realms until it blew off. And change identities and everything — we knew the bats are very thorough.”

What good it did now.

“And are you?”

“What?” Jazz turned back to face Dick, confused.

“Running away.” The man glanced at Jason, a slight tension in his smile. “Will you run away now?”

Jazz frowned. “I cannot leave now, even if I wanted to. The GIW will come and they will hurt anything that has a signature, even innocent ghosts. And, well, recent development has, uh,” she blushed when she glanced at Jason, and then looked away, “convinced me to stay.”

Dick squealed and picked her up to squeeze her against his chest, happily bouncing in place with Jazz in his arms.

“This is the best thing ever! I mean, not the whole clusterfuck, but aaaaa, I’m so happy you decided to stay!”

“Dick—”

The vigilante continued rambling even if the woman was unresponsive, ignoring Tim’s worried tone. Jazz was completely paralyzed, eyes wide, arms frozen where she touched Nightwing on the shoulders as he bounced her around.

Jason narrowed his eyes. Why was Jazz so… like that? She had interacted with Nightwing before but she had been fine. Maybe a bit annoyed and worried when the whole “break and entering” incident happened, but now—

“Dick, let her go.” Jason finally said, stepping closer.

“Huh?”

He finally looked at the woman’s expression stuck in a shocked visage, eyes wide and mouth tightly pressed together.

“You okay?” He asked when he let her safely on her feet. Jazz snapped back into attention.

“Uh, yeah??” She passed a hand through her hair, nervously laughing. It didn’t take a detective to know something was up. “I’m cool. Totally cool!”

Huh.

Weird.

Jazz said she was very touchy feely and loved hugs, why have this reaction now?

Jason had the fleeting thought that maybe she had a crush on his brother, either in or out of the uniform, the same spark of jealousy burning in his chest with the same intensity her cheeks burned as she sat down at the sofa ignoring everyone present.

He still felt her lips on his, her tongue dancing with his. She had said yes to him. She wanted him.

With a sigh he walked to the sofa and slumped next to her, looping one arm around her shoulders. No, it wasn’t meant to be a possessive gesture. She still looked kind of spooked.

“Everything okay? Is my brother bothering you?”

She jumped at his words.

“I’m fine,” she took a deep breath, steeling herself. Her hands stopped combing her hair. “Is just… ugh,” she rubbed her face, “when I was like, fifteen? Yeah, around that era, I was such a Nightwing fan.” She dipped her head, clearly not wanting to look at the beaming smile in Dick’s face. “And now that I know he’s my gymnastics teacher… I’ve face planted so many times in front of him.”

“Is okay, dear!” Dick was practically sparkling as he danced towards the sofa, picking one of her hands in his. Jazz’s face was red as a tomato. “You are just learning, you’ll get better in no time.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Tim interrupted the moment, picking a kitchen chair to place it in front of the coffee table with an even bigger smile. “You were a Nightwing groupie?”

“I was… very young.”

“Even in the Discowing era?” Jazz whined, closing her eyes with a nod. “Even in the mullet era?”

“Since the Robin era,” she let her head drop. “We all knew, of course. There were whole channels dedicated to analysis of Nightwing’s movements and how it was very obvious he was the first Robin.” She made a gesture with her hand, rolling her eyes. “I thought it was a waste of time to obsess over that, as if we had to prove it again and again to newcomers.”

“Channels?”

“Was I that obvious?”

“So you were in those fanclub forums?” Tim ignored the others to ask.

Jazz looked him in the eye. “I was the club president for two years.”

If Jason had to describe Tim’s smile at that moment, he would say “predatory”. Like a lion that found its prey and was getting ready to pounce. Jason knew that expression. It only meant one thing: blackmail.

“Interesting…” He opened the wrist computer of his suit, typing something on it.

“You won’t find the site, it was taken down for ‘unauthorized Nightwing merchandise’ and ‘unauthorized use of Nightwing’s image without his consent’.” She crossed her arms, lifting her chin in defiance.

Jazz had so much to learn if she thought that meant she was safe from a Bat.

“That’s no problem for me—”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

She stood up so fast Jason didn’t see her move. He almost didn’t catch her fast enough either, but managed to loop his arms around her waist before she lunged at Red Robin, fists ready. He would otherwise pay to see her go nuts on the shortstack, but it didn’t seem like a good idea at the moment.

Jazz stumbled at the unexpected pull and fell on his lap with a soft “oof”.

“What happened to ‘no murdering anyone in my apartment’, darling?” He chuckled at her flushed face when she looked up at him.

“It’s okay if I’m the one doing the murdering.” She grumbled, but there was no real intent in her voice.

He was so tempted to kiss her senseless right then and there, damn his brothers watching the show, but tried to be happy enough with having her warmth on his lap. She didn’t even try to fight her way out of his arms, choosing to stay there and get comfortable on his legs, pouting and crossing her arms.

“I’ve done things I’m not proud of in those forums, Red Robin. If I find out you looked, I will end you myself and not even being my favorite Bat will help you.”

Yeah. He couldn’t resist. He kissed the top of her head, burying his face in her hair. It smelled nice.

“I’m your favorite bat?”

“That’s the only thing you take from that?”

Jason looked up from his redhead heaven. Dick was between looking horrified at the murder threats and smiling at how cute they were being. He rolled his eyes. Whatever, he could love his girlfriend in public if he wanted, he was not a coward.

“You can call me Tim,” Replacement continued talking, but wisely chose to close the wrist computer and give up on poking the bear. “Now, tell me more about me being the favorite.”

“As in Tim Drake?” All anger left her at the piece of information.

“Yeah? I thought you already knew about us.”

“Not everyone,” she shook her head, “I haven’t had time to review my research. I’ve been a bit busy, you know, being threatened.”

Dick sighed, sitting down on the sofa, combing back his hair with his hands.

“We’re sorry. If it helps, we didn’t know B was going to jump like that. He didn’t tell anybody what’s going on and by the time we found out it was too late.”

“And we are sorry to you too, Jason.” The mentioned jumped at the unexpected apology. “If we had found out about Bruce’s plans sooner… Duke and Cass knew even less about what was happening. They feel really bad.”

“The guys at the Diner, right?”

Tim nodded at Jazz. “They wanted to come to apologize as well, but we didn’t know if… Well, we didn’t even know if you were going to still be in Gotham.”

Jason felt her deflate and melt against his chest. The situation wasn’t the best, things were never going to go back to how they were before, and the weight of that knowledge rested on her heart. And his.

He wasn’t going to lie to himself and say everything was Bruce’s fault. If he believed her a little more instead of letting what Bruce was saying get to his head, maybe they would have talked out everything that same afternoon. But he didn’t believe her, he broke that trust, and that would be his cross to bear.

It was still shitty, though.

“Well, I’m not going anywhere for the moment. Apologies accepted.” She was such a nice person. At what moment did he ever consider she could be as bad as her parents? “And I’m going to regret this, but I don’t mind if they come by to visit.”

“Don’t.” Jason whispered softly. “Don’t leave an open invitation.”

“It’s my apartment, though.”

Jason grumbled against her shoulder. “At least get that damn window lock. And curtains.”

She hummed, but didn’t make any promises. Was she messing with him? At this point he was positive she was not putting a window lock out of spite.

“Well,” Dick stood up, slapping his hands against his thighs as he did, “is getting late and the lovebirds need to continue ‘making up’ or whatever the younglings call it these days.”

“Hey.”

“Actually, I agree. I have a long day tomorrow.”

While it was late and it was true that Jazz needed to at least keep a normal sleep schedule, Jason didn’t want to let her go. His arms tensed around her waist, just enough to stop her from moving out of his lap.

She turned to smile at him. Her relaxed expression was a complete opposite of the uncomfortable smiles she offered earlier that day. He didn’t know how warm and true her smiles were until they weren’t, and he decided to keep making her smile like this forever.

“You go as well.”

“Do I have to?” He didn’t pout. He wouldn’t do that with an audience.

“I will be here tomorrow. And the day after that.” It sounded like a promise. Did she guess he needed reassurance?

Maybe she did, because she gently placed her hands on his arms, carefully prying them away from her. Once she was free, she took his hands in hers, interlacing their fingers.

Everything else in the room vanished as he looked into her teal eyes, noticing the subtle variations in color, the green creeping in the borders of her irises.

“Tomorrow.”

He nodded in agreement, not sure what he was agreeing to.

His attention snapped back to the present when he heard Tim make a sound like a strangled duck. Jazz stood up, careful to not upset his still healing leg, and started pushing his brothers to the window. They were sharing some quick parting words, mostly Tim asking her to elaborate on the whole ‘favorite Bat’ thing and Dick trying to fish for compliments of his Discowing outfit.

Jason ignored them all, standing up to glare at the costumed duo until they were outside and Jazz closed the window. He made a mental note to add his own traps since she refused to get a lock.

“So…”

He looked at her, watching her every move, his mind going back to the kiss they shared. They were alone again, the air still buzzing with the underlying tension after the day’s events.

That morning he thought he had lost her forever and now he couldn’t help himself from approaching her to go for another kiss.

She accepted it with another one of her easy smiles.

“You have to go.”

“Do I?”

“Yeah.”

“Do I really?” He leaned in for another kiss, trying to tempt her into a round 2, but she was faster and put a hand on his chest, stopping him.

Jazz arched an eyebrow. “Maybe vigilantes can go for days without sleeping but for sure I am not willing to imitate that behavior.”

“I thought you were superhuman?” He teased.

“Not a super.” She bit her lip, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the front door. She was not using a lot of strength and he humored her.

It was easy to laugh around her. He missed this. He missed feeling so weightless.

Once he was at the door he grabbed her by the waist to pull her closer to his body, eager to feel her presence. He needed to imprint her warmth in his memory until tomorrow, not willing to let her go without taking that with him until he saw her again.

That goodbye kiss was deeper, her lips welcoming him and her tongue hesitant to let him closer to her sharp teeth. Not that he minded getting cut here and there, but they would work on that.

Jason opened his eyes when he heard a noise coming from the window.

Of course the idiots were still there, watching with wide smiles on their stupid faces.

He flipped the bird at them.

***

The next day found the couple cuddling on the sofa watching a movie like they were supposed to before everything went down. It had been Jason’s idea, he texted her while she was still at the hospital; at first a bit hesitant but when she said she was completely in with the idea, he immediately started making suggestions of what to watch.

It wasn’t until Christine tapped on her arm with a knowing smirk that Jazz noticed her lunch break was almost over. She had been texting Jason with a silly smile on her face.

Whatever, she thought as she leaned closer to Jason, relishing on their joined hands and the warmth of his shoulder under her cheek. She almost lost him, lost this, and she was allowed to enjoy the giddiness until the reality of what they would need to face came knocking at her door.

The ripple of the events of that week were starting to happen.

Dylan, her boss, looked at her with a smug smile every time they interacted, making jabs and asking not-that-innocent questions about what Bruce Wayne wanted from her.

Her coworkers whispered behind her back. Christine was her friend at work, but she was a horrible gossip, and by thursday everyone knew that the man came to visit Jazz and picked her up after work. So far nobody dared ask, but speculation ran rampant the longer Jazz refused to say anything.

“What’s wrong?”

Jason paused the movie — some kind of fantasy adventure both had agreed looked interesting.

“Just thinking.”

He hummed, considering her words. “I won’t ask if you don’t want to say,” Jazz winced where he couldn’t see it, “but let me know if I can help with something.”

“Not everything can be punched into submission.”

He chuckled, making her shake as well. “I still haven’t found one problem I couldn’t blow up or punch in the face.”

Jazz’s mind pictured the face of Jason’s adoptive father and had to bite back the comment that she hadn’t seen him punch the man in the face yet. That wasn’t the time or place for that conversation.

“I’m just worried.”

“About?”

What could she say? Everything? They had been in their quiet bubble cuddling and kissing, but sooner or later they’d have to face the music and talk about all the things left unsaid.

What Jason did at night, what she did before coming to Gotham. How long she had in the city. What would happen after.

The GIW.

Vlad.

Batman.

“Stuff.” She chose to make a vague gesture with her free hand. “We need to talk to Batman. Eventually.”

He scoffed but didn’t let go of her hand. “If I could not talk to him ever again I would be happy.”

Jazz bit her tongue again, questions fighting to get out. What happened to them? Did that have anything to do with why Jason became a Crime Lord? Did Batman treat his own son like a criminal too?

She heard a rustle coming from the window, turning her head less than a second before she saw the dark cape pass by. She jumped into action, not caring about moving like a human anymore, quickly approaching the sword display Jason kept in his living room and picking the twin blades — talwar — that looked sharpened.

Jason was already standing by the time she was back between him and the window opening — Batman had come to visit.

“You have a lot of nerve coming here,” her boyfriend growled, his stance tensed. His injuries were mostly healed, but she knew that it still hurt on his left side. “After what you have done.”

Jazz watched Batman— Bruce step into the apartment and close the window behind him, drawing the curtains. He slowly took the cowl off, not making any sudden move.

She didn’t lower the talwar.

“What do you want?” Her voice betrayed nothing, but she didn’t want to bring the animosity just yet.

Bruce hesitated, looking back at the window as if he expected someone to be there. His stance was guarded but defeated. He didn’t come to fight. The whole furry suit could have fooled her.

“I came to apologize.”

Jason scoffed, walking to Jazz and standing closer to the sword display. Just in case.

Batman followed his every move, eyes going to his injured leg. So now he was worried about his son’s health?

“Bruce apologizing? Someone check the weather, pigs may be flying.”

Jazz wanted to roll her eyes at the sarcasm, but let it slide.

“My behavior was… badly timed— ” Understatement, Jazz thought “ — and I acted before getting the whole story first.”

The couple waited. And waited.

That’s it?

She lowered the swords a little. “You really need to work on your communication skills.”

Jason barked a laugh, but she didn’t turn to look at him. Her eyes were fixed on the intense sky blue of the other man’s eyes watching her, analyzing her. She didn’t care if he thought she was dangerous anymore, or if he wanted to kick her from the city — she was here to stay, even if he liked it or not.

“I’m sorry.” Bruce tried again. He looked again at the closed curtains, head almost imperceptibly tilting to the side. Jazz could hear the buzzing of a comms device, but couldn’t identify the words or the voices. “I’m sorry you and your loved ones went through what you went through. We should have been there. I should have been there.”

So he had been listening to her and Jason. The thought wasn’t surprising. At least it would speed up the explanations.

“We dealt with it.” Would things be better if the Justice League had been there to help? She still thought it was a bad idea for the heroes to get tangled in ghost business, but they were so lost in those first years. Some guidance would have been nice. “It’s all in the past.”

Bruce made a face. He didn’t like her answer.

Well, that’s the only one he was going to get. At least until Danny was there.

“I’m sorry for accusing you. And revealing yourself against your will.”

“I was in hiding.”

“I know.” More words coming from the comms. “We need to—”

She cut him off. “You still don’t understand, Batman—”

“Bruce is fine.” He tried to smile, but it was weak. Not reassuring at all.

“Bruce,” Jazz gave the talwar to Jason, who had been quietly watching the exchange, “you may think you are impossible to find, that your technology is the best; but it is not enough. Not when dealing with ghosts. Not when there’s been an ongoing intelligence war between us for years and nobody is above mixing magic with tech.”

This interested him, but he didn’t ask anything about it.

“We have magic users in the League.” He said as if it would take all the problems away.

“Ghost magic is different. For starters, it is in a language no one alive can speak or understand.” A fact Tucker struggled with, but made do with what he could understand. “I can do some basic warding, so if you let me—”

“I didn’t do the research. It was done by—”

“Barbie?” The betrayal was palpable in Jason’s voice. “She’s in on this?”

“She approached me with the information, but it was I, and I alone, who drew the conclusions.” The way he insisted seemed practiced. More voices came from the earpiece. “But if only looking will put her at risk…”

Jazz didn’t know who this “Barbie” was, but even if Bruce was trying to cover for her she was still an innocent tangled with the bullshit that was her life.

She sighed. “Wait here.”

With a hope that they wouldn’t kill each other during the time she ran to her apartment, Jazz quickly searched for some paper and a pen. She drew the sigil she had memorized and bit her thumb with one of her fangs, drawing a few drops of her blood.

Danny’s would be more effective, but the Princess’ should be enough to deter any low level ghost. Just in case.

Jazz repeated the process a few times. It was always better to place them in the doors and thresholds, and she didn’t know how many this Barbie person would need.

Once she was done she fast walked back to Jason’s place, half expecting to find them at each other’s throats. They were not, but the air was more tense than how she left them.

“Absolutely not.”

“Jay—”

“I said no.”

Bat—Bruce turned towards her. “She should know.”

“Know what?”

“Don’t!” Jason rushed to step in between them. “Don’t drag her into your bullshit.”

Jazz carefully stepped around Jason, eyes fixed on the still unmoving figure of Bruce by the window. “Know what?” She repeated.

Again voices were coming from the earpiece. Louder this time.

“Tomorrow night,” Bruce took a fortifying deep breath, “there is a family dinner. We’d be delighted if you and Jason joined us.”

“I told the Golden Boy plenty of times that I won’t be going!” Jazz was taken aback by how incensed Jason got with this topic. She understood by now that his relationship with the Waynes was strained, but enough to warrant this reaction? “She won’t be going, I won’t be going, end of conversation!”

“Maybe she should decide for herself.”

“Oh that’s rich!”

Bruce winced. “What I meant to say is…,” he looked her into her eyes and then away. “We… I mean,” the buzzing from the comms became louder, “I would like to invite you, Jasmine, as an apology for… everything. Just dinner. And we can properly, uh, meet. Outside all of…” He made a vague gesture that encompassed his suit.

Jason was going to step in and continue growling, but she stopped him with a hand on his chest. It was good to know what Jason wanted, but she wasn’t sure that cutting all communication was the way to go. Just look at how things go bad so fast when they keep things from each other — why wouldn’t it be the same for him and his family?

“Do you really not want to go?” She turned to ask her boyfriend. If he said no then she was not going, but she needed to ask.

He narrowed his eyes. “You can’t be seriously considering—”

“I just want to know.”

It was a simple question. Yes or no.

And yet, he hesitated, eyes going back and forth between Bruce and herself. There was a certain longing in his eyes — maybe not towards his adoptive father, but it was there. Jason never outright talked about his family, maybe to not reveal many facts that connected him to the dead son of Bruce Wayne, but Jazz had seen him interact with the others. There was banter there, a sense of belonging.

Whatever happened to drift them apart was between Bruce and Jason. Not the rest of the flock.

“I don’t want you to endure them more than you have to,” he finally said, not really answering her question. “It will be more of an interrogation than a family dinner.”

He was probably right. If all of them were the Gotham heroes, it could end up being an intense situation.

“Alfred’s cooking.” Bruce’s words made Jason flinch a little. “He misses you.”

Okay.

That was not nice, Bruce.

“I’ll go,” this made both jump snap back towards her, “but is not enough of an apology. Or your practiced speech.” She didn’t know what face she was making, but Bruce’s expression was… sad. “You almost cost me everything I have in the Living World and put every death-touched individual in this city in danger.” She didn’t care about mincing words. This wasn’t just about Jason and her, not anymore. “Your meddling has put a target on my back so big and so bright that it has affected every part of my life.”

This made Bruce frown. “What do you mean?”

Jazz took a breath. “You draw a lot of attention, you know? Coming to Arkham in person, asking around about me, only raised suspicion. Dylan is waiting for the pressure to become too much that I resign, and that’s not taking into consideration that he won’t ever approve my changes in Arkham if I stayed.

“On the other side, Gotham has now become a place of interest for the supernatural world. There was a delicate balance, a way things have managed themselves here, and now people will come asking questions and shooting ghosts and I will have to step in and protect them. There is a reason why I was hiding who I am, Bruce.”

“You are an influential individual? In the supernatural world.”

He was fishing for information she wouldn’t provide. For now.

“I am. In a way.” She let him draw his own conclusions. “So the ramifications of what you have done go further than the unpleasant experience.”

“I’m sorry.”

It seemed genuine. She smiled.

“I know you are sorry, but that’s not enough for me.” She shook her head. “We can help each other, though.” She lifted the sigils that pulsed with magic — her magic. “I give you this and we go to the dinner—”

“Hey, I haven’t said—”

“ — and you support me and my cause, publicly. I don’t need your money, just the support.” She added when Bruce lifted an eyebrow. “That will shut up Dylan and make him and his little circle of mobsters wannabes back off for a while.”

“The what?”

“You didn’t know?” She turned towards Jason. “There is a whole operation going on in Arkham. They are not that subtle, but since nobody ever looks at what’s going on at Arkham they don’t have to.”

Jason flinched. Bruce shuffled his feet.

“You guys didn’t know.”

Unbelievable.

“Okay. It’s… well. We can talk about this later. I have a list.” She turned back to Bruce. “Do we have a deal?”

She walked closer to him and extended her hand. Bruce looked at it like it was going to jump and attack him.

(Did this man really raise Jason?)

“You’ll also have our… my protection, while you stay here. Whatever long that stay is.” He still wasn’t moving, his eyes going towards his estranged son watching the exchange from behind Jazz.

She never expected seeing the dark figure of Batman look so small and vulnerable. Bruce was waiting for Jason’s little nod of approval, it didn’t take much to see it. When he got it, he extended his gloved hand.

There was so much going on there, Jazz knew. The communication issues weren't even the main part of the problem.

But she would take this one day at a time. For the moment she was going to shake Bruce’s hand and smile at him in reassurance.

“Deal.”

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[bookbitchx]

Hello again 😊 I knew i was gonna love chatting with u hehe

These are things that makes me wish anyone else would've written ACOTAR tbh. Her lack of planning and her retconning of characters so that she remains politically correct in current political climates is gross. It's been a pattern I've noticed, but it makes sense considering shes a zionist, but anyway 🥱

I do enjoy the world that she made and I think its an interesting concept to view a centuries old clusterfuck like the IC through a 20 yearold lense. But I wish it had a morsel of taste. Each of the books in this series left me wanting more, especially rereading as an adult.

So to compensate for the parts of the books I hate I just pretend its not upsetting me by psychoanalyzing the characters 😂 Rhys is one that I have a love/hate relationship with for that reason. He is genuinely one of the worst love interests ive seen be this popular in a long time and he has made the worst choices i have ever seen written and then defended by the author.

Feyre however, I would argue is his perfect partner for how awful he is after SF and CC3. But I wish a better author had written this book so we could've seen a decent redemption or a proper Rhysand villain arc. I think this series would've been so much more interesting crossover wise if it had been with tog and had been a mock feysand villain arc. Maeve has daemati powers, so making her an ancestor of Rhysand's through the HL bloodline would've made sense. Hybern could've been a mock villain to lure the reader into a false sense of security and think maybe the NC ARE good guys?

Nesta and Elain join Aelin's circle to take them down after they attempted to seize the dread trove for themselves under Amren's advice, (they dont like her having it clearly). And the emotional climax of the series is Feyre leaving him and joining her sisters, which leads Rhys to pull a tamlin by in turn going to koshei. Could even get Bryce quinlan in to fullfill a life debt to Nesta by using the horn and Feyre's fire powers to give Aelin her magic back somehow, and nesta never has her magic taken back by the cauldron?????? The cauldron had Amren in it and it should've been written that she had to sacrifice her true Daglan immortality to be with Varian. Boom full fucking circle.

But nope, we have Miss Maas.

thanks janet for ruining what couldve been my favorite thing >:^(

but a part of me hopes the Elucien book will include Tamlin's side of the story and Elain confronts Feysand for their *waves arms* everything. And taking Nesta and the Valkyries with them, they deserve better. it wont happen tho, so I'll read fanfic instead.

-🤠

Heyy again!

I get where you're coming from. I liked book 1, the way Feyre (and us, in a way) was discovering the SC and a little bit of Prythian as a whole, and I liked Feyre, who was this badass huntress, who had her own opinions, doing what needs to be done, etc... I mean, she went UTM knowing full well she wasn't coming out alive, but she still did it bc it was right, and she wanted to save her man.

Where THAT Feyre went, I'll never know.

As you said, It's an interesting concept seeing everything through a 20 year old's eyes, or it would've been for me if she hadn't started taking everything they said as truth.

Even though I haven't read any CC books yet, my friend spoiled CC3 that Nesta didn't actually lose her powers? That it was more of a bargain with the Couldron, but yeah, it would've been interesting to see crossovers between the series. I think Aelin, Manon, and maybe Lysandra would absolutely despise Rhysand. I would a 100% read a fic with what you described.

As for the Elucien book, like I hope she does good by Lucien because he, out of all the characters, deserves it.

I'm not holding my breath on Elain ever confronting Feysand bc as Rhysand once said, 'Elain is Elain', but a girl can hope.

Also, if Nesta and the valkyries ever become one of Rhysand's legions, I'm pulling a one woman riot before burning the book.

On another note, feel free to DM if you want to continue the conversation or if you're more comfortable this way, I don't mind that either.

🫰🏼

[always-thirsty-pocket]

Boggles my mind that comic fans still give people shit for enjoying comic book related media but not reading the actual comics themselves when this shit is kind of a clusterfuck to follow. "oh the whole universe got rebooted in the 80's... oh except for these three books, also this character is one of the most popular but you need to alternate between these four books to get some of the complete storylines, they crossover with these other books multiple times, oh and there's several issues missing from collected editions, lots of these collected editions are out of print or they're not available on digital for no reason, don't read this era because I didn't like it, here's a collection by an author that doesn't include parts of the story not done by that author, oh you don't know that character's origin? Fuck you for not reading the silver age stuff. Yeah that series was rebooted but these stories from the 70's are still kind of canon, also there's a reboot in 2011 that changes the canon, except for this one book that kind of pretends the reboot didn't happenen but is also still canon to the reboot"

Fuck this shit man, I'll do my best to just enjoy the comics I read and hope it all makes sense, but I'm not going to sit here and listen to some dweebs talk shit on fans of movies and TV for not reading the comics like it's the easiest thing in the world for people that don't like to join a story already deeply in progress.

If comic book reading orders didn't exist, I would not even attempt this shit.

[marine-indie-gal]

I have recently watched the Most Messiest Fairy Tale Crossover Adaptation in all of its Existence made by the Same Company who did their Adaptation of My Recent Favorite German Franchise called "The Magic Riddle" and despite the film's huge wasted potential of going back and forth every single time, all of its Characters are the Only Ones that I liked about the Movie (even some of them can be a bit Annoying) but my god, was this film such an Interesting Acid Trip.

So while this Film's Target comparison has always been "Shrek" because of the idea of Fairy Tale crossovers, though one thing's for sure is how that this Movie came out 1 Year after the Original Shrek book (which in the Original Story behind one of the Most Successful franchises that we all know as of Today, the Real Shrek was never really a Fairy Tale crossover in the First Place as The Magic Riddle had its own Fairy Tale story despite mostly being its own Cinderella adaptation within a Crossover before "Happily N'Ever After" did it).

Technically, I don't blatantly understand why this Film gets compared to Shrek a whole lot, when there had already been Fairy Tale Crossovers or Ones that took place in a Modern setting, way long before Shrek was even born (I mean, "Into The Woods" or the 70s Donkeyskin Adaptation, anyone?). Still doesn't help the fact that a whole lot of people seem to keep forgetting Into The Woods' existence that the DreamWorks' Shrek actually took the inspiration from (Not putting my own Hate towards the DreamWorks Franchise nor the Book, I'm just showing my own personal stance).

So yeah, because despite this Film's Gigantic Clusterfuck of a Messy Plot that feels so much like Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream" but with Fairy Tales, I will admit that this film could've had a much better plot convenience if it wasn't so confusing with its Beautiful Foreign Traditional Animation coming from the same Company behind Famous Australian Kids shows based off of Old Children's Books, this Movie did try its own best but at least it's still a cult classic much of its own.

But I gotta admit one thing, despite this Mashup Adaptation of the Cinderella Fairy Tale being a Confusing Mess, this version of their Cinderella character is really Pretty (both Her Design and her Style is Really Adorable) & since I just couldn’t get enough of her Gorgeous style, I’ve decided to create my own personal re-interpretation of her Ballroom dress from the Movie because I didn’t like on how so cheap and lazy it was all for a simple *Insert Fairy Tale Joke Reference Here*, despite Cindy and her Prince’s Romance being Bland, I really really WISH the Movie could've handled their own Relationship much better and not have them fall in love quick.

So I’ve decided to make her own Ballroom dress a Flower themed while also making it close to how I would view the Real Cinderella’s ballroom dress from the Fairy Tale. Had to do a lot of Changing but it was kinda hard to interpret this but then I finally managed to get it over with as I liked how it turned out to be. Especially for a Pretty Interesting Lead Character in a Bad/Neutral Fairy Tale Movie.

But also of note, I feel like this Movie kinda deserves a Huge Fanbase with Big Rewrites like with Disney’s Wish.

Cindy © Flying Bark Productions (since it’s former title was “Yoram Gross Film Studios”)

[windienine]

in the fan fiction crossover of your dreams who goes on a double date with loïcysme and what activities do they get up to

(fun-hating voice) on principle, crossovers don't interest me all that much.

(fun-having voice) THAT SAID, i think in terms of double date potential, you can't really beat whatever the hell one-sided dependency clusterfuck breq and seivarden from the imperial radch trilogy have going on. nightmare setup. i think breq and ysmé would bristle at each other on principle despite their shared desire for the destruction of empire. loïc would have a lot of genuine patience for seivarden, which might make her either uncomfortable or hot for him or both. i'd bring popcorn.

they should talk over tea.

[drdiabolical]

The Minimum Effort Principle

The following is a fic excerpt from my Google Drive, a crossover between BNHA and Naruto in which Kakashi was reincarnated in the BNHA verse but chose not to pursue heroics. Fate has other plans.

Status: Normal. Flow: Sufficient. Could be better, but they didn’t pay him enough to be better.

He peaked one tired eye over his pink ‘New’ 3DS XL - pink because it was the only one in mint condition at the second-hand store, unlike the black and blue edition which probably had been chucked around in the bottom of a middle schooler’s bag - and he contemplated doing his job.

He idly pressed ‘b’, subconsciously seeking out the satisfaction of the click. A moment passed in which he continued to stare at the wires, the flow of electricity he could feel, before he’d realised what he’d done and frantically scanned the bottom screen.

No! - he’d selected a dialogue option. A bad one. Angry red crosses pulsated around the digital lady he’d just been introduced to, clearly offended by whatever he’d chosen to say. Ugh. He knew better than to let his attention stray from otome games, a little bit of missed dialogue and he had no clue what was going on anymore.

With a sigh, he looked to the warehouse ceiling as though it were the heavens. Today wasn’t shaping up to be a good day.

Last week an enterprising hero had the brilliant idea to pull up the water pipes near his building as part of some half-cocked plan to blast a villain with the outpour and augment it using his quirk - something or other to do with steam. Six days passed and Kakashi still had to knock on his neighbour's door each morning to fill up a water barrel at the behest of their begrudging politeness.

Except this morning, he’d been called in early and his neighbours were asleep - what with him getting ready at three am. In short: no bath, no coffee, not even a splash of water on his face to wake him up.

After rushing out the house in yesterday’s clothes and yesterday’s stink, a bird shat on his head. Good luck, whatever, he took it in stride and did his best to wash the mess in the train station bathroom.

Then a villain hijacked the front cart of his train, rendering his early start pointless. He ended up tucked into the last cart wrinkling his nose at the smoker who’d decided to sit as close as humanely possible in an otherwise empty compartment. Fortunately, the day-old stink became a boon and urged the man to move away once it finally overpowered the cigarette stench. Of course, he gave Kakashi a dirty look, as though he wasn’t the rude one for trapping him in the corner.

Finally, Kakashi had arrived at work to find out his boss hadn’t expected him early. The rescheduling was an automated system error. He’d also made a snide comment about Kakashi’s presentation, but that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary even if it did grate a little more when in combination with the absolute clusterfuck of his morning commute.

Villains and heroes. Kakashi didn’t care for allegiances and lawful abidance at this point - he’d favour whichever party decided to stop dealing him collateral first.

Slowly, he lowered his head and stared dejectedly at the wires. Might as well do his job.

Crackling only he could hear sounded as he extended a lazy finger towards a current only he could sense. Static electricity fizzed as his nail grazed the rubber coating. Output ticked up on the gauge.

His job was a simple one. Unlike the big hitters on the basement level, he couldn’t generate electricity for the power grid. What he could do was influence existing electrical currents. Acutely deadly when focused just so, unbeknownst to his superiors.

They thought him a lazy untalented slacker who’d don the title ‘NEET’ if it weren’t for the government schemes in place for quirks like his. It wasn't an entirely incorrect statement.

Having lived one childhood playing shuriken roulette in the trenches singing quiet nursery rhymes beneath jets of flames and the rumbling of earth, he stumbled into peacetime and modernity like a stubby-legged fish out of water. Five years went by, and he learned how to let himself breathe audibly, walk normally, and take up the space a safe childhood allowed.

No village held his loyalty. He floated along the tides of the Japanese foster care system and experienced life as it happened without bloodied obligations cosigned by warmongers. Age five brought a threat to his carefree lifestyle, but one life taught him how to neutralise threats once identified, and he decided to keep the deadly facets of his quirk to himself.

According to public records, Kakashi government-assigned-surname Sato was in possession of the quirk “Current Control” which allowed him to manipulate the strength of electric currents to a minor degree.

Oh, how wrong they were, and how happy Kakashi was to reinforce the misconception.

Nihilism, he found, suited him well. Duty would not rob him of his life a second time over.

It was with this conviction, or lack thereof, he meandered to his department manager’s office and arrived twenty minutes late to see the irate face of the CEO.

Okay. Admittedly, not his typical summons. Alarm bells did not ring in his head, however, as his contract made him exceedingly difficult to fire unless he continually missed his shifts or did something particularly egregious. Plus, a simple firing wouldn’t require the presence of the CEO.

“Look at the clock,” the CEO clipped and jabbed a ringed finger at the digital clock on his manager’s desk.

Kakashi looked at the clock.

“What time is it?” The CEO asked.

“Seven Twenty-One,” Kakashi replied.

“What time was your presence requested in this office?”

“Seven oh-One.”

“Ah, good, you have it down to the exact minute. That should make this easy for you, then. How many minutes ago, therefore, were you supposed to be here?”

“Twenty.”

“Twenty minutes. Exactly twenty! So why weren’t you here twenty minutes ago?”

“I saw a mouse running around near the mains and I thought ‘oh no, what if he gets electrocuted and dies a horribly painful death’ so I saved it and fed it some of my sandwich in the break room before setting it free in accounting.”

Dumbfounded silence descended upon the office. Kakashi could read every mortified thought crossing his manager’s face and had to bite his cheek to maintain his stoic facade.

“… I. I do not care,” the CEO said and swiftly turned towards the door. “Follow me.”

Kakashi got the impression the CEO wasn’t going to be forthcoming if he asked after an explanation, so he gave his slowly perishing red-faced manager a shrug and did as he was told.

Sustaining his lackadaisical posture while keeping up with the impressive speeds he was led by was not an easy task but one he excelled at nonetheless because he immensely enjoyed irritating others by simply existing.

Otome games, dating sims, and trolling. The Kakashi Sato trifecta; principles to live by.

He gave a few limp waves to the real workers in the basement as they made their way through the heat. Sweat dripped from their brows as they poured their essence into generating electricity for the entirety of Tokyo. None returned his greeting except one woman on break propped up against a generator with an energy drink, whose exhaustion barred her from reacting to the sight of the CEO storming past and the company’s token disadvantaged orphan tagging along.

When they began to descend down a narrow ladder into a part of the building left undescribed on the floor plan (some old habits die hard, and knowing the quickest exit routes of any building he spent substantial time in was a useful skill for anyone to have in a world besieged by super-powered villains), old instincts pricked the back of his neck and his hair stood on end.

This was really weird. Weirder than calling the CEO himself down to talk him into resigning, his original hypothesis. This was more reminiscent of walking haplessly ignorant into an obvious trap. Which was weird because in what world would that happen?

Probably one in which rich CEOs worked with the villains sitting in their secret basements for monetary gain.

Because the three individuals sat on a couch in a low light sub-level room with a TV displaying an obscured face had to be villains. For Kami’s sake, one notable individual was a cloud of mist billowing out of a tuxedo.

The CEO’s demeanour switched up completely and he shot a grin at Kakashi. “Here he is, one of our prized electricians! He came to our company on a government-supported employment programme for specialised quirks. He’s one of our best.”

Oh.

“Most importantly, he won’t be missed - I know you didn’t directly ask after loose ends, but I used my initiative.”

He wasn’t being fired for incompetence. He was being sold off for false competence, because of his incompetence. Kakashi hadn’t anticipated this outcome when he first discovered he could do the bare minimum and keep his job.

The obscured man on the screen hummed amusedly. “Are you still processing, Mr Sato? You’re mighty quiet for what must be a confusing situation for you.”

He was fucked. There were no two ways about it. Escape and at the very least he’d be out of a job, if not hunted. Go with the flow as he had done in life so far, and who knows what terrible schemes he may fall into with these villain. If he even lived to find out.

Kakashi sighed, beleaguered. “You’re forcing my hand here. All I wanted was to get lost on the road of life, and here you are throwing in a crossroads.”

Place a man who controls electricity into an empty barren field, and he’s beholden to the whims of the weather. Place him in the heart of the entire city’s electrical supply, and his limits are boundless.

“Remember, you brought this on yourself.”

[nonbinaryeddiekaspbrak]

FANFIC RECS!

here's a revamped version of my rec post - each fic will link to it's corresponding ao3 page, a summary in my words, small notes/review, and a disclaimer for more mature ratings if needed.

enjoy!

(* = new entry, last updated: Dec 3rd, 2023, still going through recent bookmarks)

(ps. let me know if you want your mention to be removed!)

IT

and a stain on my shirt - venom crossover, vv good, also a fix-it, venom finds another eddie to latch onto, a lot of humor, reddie get together, venom saves eddie

awake my soul - pretty angsty, keep an eye on those trigger warnings, this was pretty good, i rlly couldn’t take any breaks with this one, richie and eddie get jumped but in the process of putting away the ones responsible for the hate crime richie finds that he’ll have to come out sooner than he’s ready for, added bonus of art!!, happy ending, has fan reactions and news coverage as things are slowly revealed

come over here and overwhelm me - nsfw, a VERY GOOD rec, SO tender, the fluff is so well written, richie is having a bad day nd eddie comes to the rescue being so hfwjaklhj!!!, this fic said bottom richie rights nd it opened my eyes

don’t break character - HE/THEY RICHIE RIGHTS, richie finds that maybe his journey of identity isn’t over when he hears the word “nonbinary”, very!!!!, fjkdkslahfkl, just him having he/they pronouns is so exciting and flappy hands-worthy

I killed a clown. ama! - it chapter 2 except it’s through the lens of social media from posts by richie eddie myra and background fans, very very entertaining, canon compliant until eddie’s death it’s actually a fix-it, fair amount of angst??

it’s not real - WATCH THE TRIGGER WARNINGS, a lot of angst, very intense, eddie has an amazing richie impression, almost like they share the same braincell, eddie is also vv caring and will drag any faceless internet account down with him, could def make it in celebrity PR according to richie’s manager steve, richie comes out but he gets a horrible reaction and then finds himself in the middle of a clusterfuck of things that unfortunately couldn’t stay in the past, bill apparently also gets cancelled a lot and he cannot cook, he’s also the only other loser in here, a black mirror au, AGAIN WATCH THE TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS ONE

oh, wouldn’t it be nice? - nsfw, some angst, eddie finds richie’s obituary that he got from adrien (the park scene in chap 2; at least i think it was adrien), SUPER SWEET OMG, i had to stop a few times from the sheer amount of emotion this gave me

parental interference - in 1989 some parents are coming to their senses when it comes to a certain clown, i love went he’s an awesome dad, T rating, i suggest a peek at the trigger warnings/tags just in case, canon-typical triggers, again i really love wentworth tozier in this fic he’s a 10/10 dad

predicament bondage - nsfw, richie is 100% a sweetheart, eddie is fjdsljfkslf i love this version of him, richie is cast as a dom in a movie so he decides to get information from a professional which is eddie but he finds that working with eddie might bring his heart into the mix, a lot of internalized homophobia so watch out, ur honor i love eddie here

puppets and plants - the way this was written? *muah* my number two rec, some angst, the intimacy of u nd the guy set up across from u at the farmer’s market, amazing stanpat dynamic, trans eddie and ben!, pride parade!!

the king is gone - absolutely AMAZING time travel fix-it, fairly long, some angst, some fluff, not at all a boring read

the lockbox - pushing an M rating? maybe a T?, asexual eddie finding out that he’s ace and everything that comes with realizing u aren’t straight, honestly made my ace heart so happy, bit of angst

work friends and emergency contacts - outsider pov, eddie makes a work friend, fix-it w both eddie and stan living, eddie gets a divorce pre-itch2, damon just wants the best for richie and eddie, reddie getting together, richie visits eddie at work

STRANGER THINGS

bottle it up until it overflows - ohhhh boy, i absolutely love the vecna possessing mike trope and this fic definitely lives up to high standards, rated mature, bad parent ted wheeler and internalized homophobia, basically mike gets vecna'd is the entire plot - @ghoulsanderson

i feel like i know you (but we never met) - post season 4 of stranger things, ambiguous / open ending, teen rating, oh boy this made me emotional!, without spoilers i have to say this is such an angsty fic and i love it, this fic is written beautifully, the party all forget will because of vecna suppressing their memories, spoilers: mike puts everything together to figure out who the "missing person" is - @andiwriteordie

something's made your eyes go cold - TW SUICIDE ATTEMPTS, rated mature, mike is chronically suicidal, very very angsty but relatable (sadly), oneshot - @defendingtammythompson

when everything was fiction, future and prediction - two words: time travel, mike is confronted by his younger self and figures out a few things, very much hurt/comfort, rated teen

9-1-1 TV

*all the time in the world - i literally know nothing about the dsmp but the way this was written is so beautiful, i love angst and buddie but also buck angst gets me the most, evan buckley used to be someone called karl jacobs but eddie doesn't know that and thinks buck is a war veteran, he's not entirely wrong but also don't make me fact check that beyond reading this, this fic makes me feel super autistic in a way i can't explain, time travel and secret identities are just so my jam dude, bonus chris moment that made me squeal bc chris eddie and buck are so family material - @official-impravidus

*my palms and fingers still reek of gasoline - such a good crossover, the characterization is very very good, i definitely need to read it again, a pjo au that has a twist, demigod buck and eddie are special to me now, having buck be on that side is an interesting choice and i like it, buck's mom being aphrodite makes so much sense - @trashyinfernomusic

[kyriathanatos]

oh yeah shoutout to the time that, not only did they typo and call him peter palmer but ALSO it was his first ever crossover with another established hero group, the Fantastic Four, AND to make it even better, its the same comic where The Chameleon is introduced and he promptly pretends to be spider-man. its such a clusterfuck, i love it, one of my favorite original comics

[sunshinemoonrx]

Any advice for posting fic for an old or otherwise sparsely-written tokusatsu season? I feel like:

-If I post it in the season tag (Bioman), most people won't see it because who is checking the specific tag with 5 total works in it

-If I post it in the overall tag (Super Sentai), anyone who does come along one day years from now with my same niche faves looking for Bioman won't be able to find it swamped amid 2,000 fics from mostly newer seasons

-Plus it's a feedback loop, right? People will only look in a tag if people are posting things in a tag

-If I tag it as both it'll get listed as a crossover, and a lot of people filter those out, especially searching more obscure series' that sometimes only get fic as brief mentions in those huge clusterfuck crossovers where the character list is longer than most chapters of the story itself

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

The St James Family Tree (x)​

( aside from Jeremy, Josie, and Joy, the entire St James family exists universally throughout all of my glee fics, though they so far only have set appearances in Get It Right, SOWK, By Its Very Definition, and Corner Of The Sky!  More details about everyone below the cut )

shoutout to @the-witching-ash for helping me develop this entire clusterfuck of a family

Tag List: @airwolf92 – want to be added?

Judith & Joseph St James ( Meryl Streep & Pierce Brosnan ):

The parents of the most unadjusted and emotionally unavailable family in all of Ohio

Jenny St James ( Nicole Kidman ):

Married to Lloyd Kline ( Colin Firth )

Judith & Joseph’s eldest child 

Neglectful mother and trophy wife to a DC politician

Johanna St James ( Kate Reinders ):

Married to Chad Channing ( Chris Pine )

The middle St James child 

Professional absentee parent dreaming of her non-existent Broadway glory days

Former roommates with Shelby Corcoran and Cassie July

Joshua St James ( Zac Efron ):

Sometimes dating Nell Baker ( Anne Hathaway )

The youngest of the St James siblings

Real estate agent in Lima

Jeremy’s guardian, legally as of s2

Part of the long-suffering parent club with Burt, Carol, and Brad

His apartment is well known as being a safe place for glee club members to crash if they’re avoiding being at home and he does have a ranked list of all of the club members

Roman Kline ( Aaron Tveit ):

Jenny & Lloyd’s son / Amelie’s twin

Dalton alum, Cooper Anderson’s high school roommate

Dating Cooper Anderson & Ash Astor ( Anna Kendrick )

Went to law school and is a licensed lawyer but he’s working actor in LA and sometimes New York

( also features in a Somewhere Only We Know prequel, Midnights, the Cooper & Roman Dalton era fic )

Amelie Kline ( Lily James):

Jenny & Lloyd’s daughter / Roman’s twin

Went to Crawford Country

In an eventual relationship with her high school best friend, Lindsay Wright ( Brittany Snow )

Bartender & manager at Scandals

Living with her Uncle Josh in Lima while she attends university

( also features in a Somewhere Only We Know prequel, Midnights, the Cooper & Roman Dalton era fic )

Jesse St James ( Jonathan Groff ):

Johanna’s son, not with Chad but he doesn't know it

An honorary member of the warbler inner circle since he was 10

Carmel High alum, UCLA dropout, now coaching Vocal Adrenaline

Learning to be a better brother

In an eventual relationship with former rival Lucille Newton ( Anna Camp ) 

Joy Schuester ( Lili Reinhart ):

featured in By Its Very Definition ( and various chaotic crossover concepts )

Jesse’s half sister through their father, April Rhodes’ surprise daughter

Easily adopted into the St James clan by Josh, Amelie, Roman, and Jesse

Full time disaster

The best thing Johanna ever did for Jesse was not have Chad as his father, only so that he could have Joy as a sister

Josie St James ( Lily Rose Depp ):

featured in Applause

biological daughter of Johanna St James and Bryan Ryan, has never suspected that she might not be Chad's

Has been acting professionally since she was 3, mostly in commercials, TV, and movies, was the star of a disney channel show from ages 3-8, has continued acting since, is still quite famous

Johanna was an obsessive stage mom to the max

She goes to Carmel High (a sophomore in season 1) and is a leading member of VA – despite this, she has always hated Shelby and absolutely hates the Rachel plan

But she hates Johanna more and wants to live with Josh so she goes along with it all

disaster bitch with mommy issues and daddy issues and body issues and attitude issues

Jeremy St James ( Joshua Bassett ):

featured in Corner Of The Sky ( and various chaotic crossover concepts )

Johanna & Chad’s youngest son and Jesse’s younger brother, not actually Chad's son – Chad suspects this, Jeremy does not

An honorary member of the warbler inner circle since he was 5

lives with his Uncle Josh and cousin Amelie

Absolute sunshine despite an overabundance of family trauma

Currently growing a backbone