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liquid-luck-00 · 3 years

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Safety Net 2

Part 2

Day 9: Teen Titans @maribatmarch-2k21

Ao3 *** Part 1 *** Here *** Part 3 *** Part 4 *** Part 5

This is based on Teen Titans Judas Contract

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Marinette became a fully fledged Talon when she turned 18. Six years with the court before they turned her, as to not arouse suspicion with a child. She doesn't remember the events that led to her leaving but she did. She supposes it is the fact she is a Talon that repressed her memories but that doesn't matter the court and all the other Talons are dead. She kept a single vial of the only poison that could end her life. She left not looking back.

She actually didn't get far when she first saw him. His swords danced, connecting to his target, death etched on his blade edge. Then he vanished.

She would see him again and again as she moved from city to city, state to state, even from country to country. One night as she watched the London sky, from her perch in Big Ben, did he come to her.

"Who are you?" His mask deepened his voice, made it colder and more robotic. She turned to look at him, not saying a word, and then turned back to the city.

He apparently didn't appreciate her silence as he stalked closer to her. "Who are you?" he growled the question, the sword tip pressing into her neck, but she didn’t move.

"Talon." was choked out. The voice was gruff and scratchy from being unused. That single word seemed to answer a few of his questions.

"The Court?"

"Gone"

"Orders?"

Now she simply shook her head. The sword was removed from her neck and was placed back in its sheath.

"How would you like to have your own agency again?" His voice was still gruff and cold. It held authority but it was human. She turned to see he had removed his mask. His hair was stark white, small scars littered his face, his eyes were cold and calculating, yet they didn't lie.

Her mouth opened slightly before she closed it. A deep buried resolve began to surface as she nodded in answer.

She followed Slade Wilson out of the bell tower.

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She was then embedded into the League of Assassins. This was where they needed patience.

She didn't speak, they thought her mute, she played along. Yes she could withstand life threatening hits, but she didn't let them happen. She would strike faster, hit harder, she made herself stronger, so they called her ruthless. She didn't oppose.

Above all she was patient.

The day the coup was to happen she was guarding the Lazarus Pit.

Silently she killed the guard stationed with her and walked into the pit. The water was both cold and scalding. A fog began to enter her mind but she pushed against it. This was no time to be confused or dazed. She felt the chains and commands programed into her by the court, so she pushed against them too until they broke. She breached the surface of the pit. Shakily she stood, breathing heavily, she began to dress, quickly noticing her skin became more pink and her mind was clear. She had to leave this room as, the alarms rang signaling the coup, she ran out, fully dressed and hidden.

She took her position in the cockpit of a helicopter and soon only she and Slade were alone in the air. The others scattered in order to build up a base of operations. An hour later they landed in a small air field where a jet was waiting for them. They transferred their things and took to the skies again.

"How do you feel?" Slade asked her not long after putting the plane on auto pilot.

"Light," her voice was clearer, still raspy, but there was inflection and life traced through the word.

"Anger, fury, bloodlust?" He pressed.

"None." she shook her head.

"Interesting," he murmured.

"How bad?" she pointed to his wrapped head and covered eye.

"We'll find out once we talk with the Doc," a scowl appeared on his face. "so what's your name, because it isn't Talon"

"Um..." she thought hard and long. she had been called Talon for so long, but what did they call her before, "Grayson. They called me Grayson before they called me Talon."

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Slade became her mentor of sorts, they would spar and train to learn their new bodies and limitations. In fact it was easy for them both. She became known as Phoenix. Her uniform was similar to her Talon one, but while Talon was gold Phoenix was a deep crimson. The helmet was replaced by a hood and a half mask that extended from her hair line to her nose. She took to being a mercenary rather fast, but all things considered it wasn't that far of a stretch.

The only thing that troubled her, were her nightmares, or were they dreams. But they didn't feel like something her subconscious had created. They felt like memories begging to be remembered. She would fly through the air as if on gilded wings. A pair of inviting and smiling-azure eyes of a little boy. A warm smile and reassuring embrace of the same boy would appear constantly. Then the fall, she never hit the ground, but she continued to fall. The cold and dark embraced her smothering her until she woke up.

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She never stayed in one place long but sooner or later she would always pay Deathstroke a visit. It isn't that she is attached to the Mercenary. Sure she is grateful to him but it's like if she stays close she will find a missing piece of her puzzle. On one of these trips back she met her. A teen with blonde hair and blue eyes, Terra. She was met with a less than warm welcome but oh well.

"What's up old man!" she joked. Slade glared at her and nodded in greeting.

"We have a job."

"What is it?" she sat on the couch.

"Infiltrating the Teen Titans."

"That's what the kid's for," she hummed. "What can she do?"

"Meta. Geokinesis."

"Disassemble the little league before the big one." A calculated smile spread across her lips.

"I knew I kept you around for something." was his answer. To anyone else it would have seemed hostile, but she simply rolled her eyes at the remark.

"Any old memories come back?"

"Nah-uh." She lied, keeping the kind blue-eyed boy a secret, they both went to work.

It was idiotic how easily Terra integrated into the Titans. Slade helped her enhance her power, while Grayson was supposed to help her gain refined control but the younger girl wouldn't listen to her. Grayson couldn't do anything about that, she could support Terra and help her but that didn’t mean the teen accepted. She wasn't her mother or even her sister.

"... Not without my twin sister." A boy's voice echoed in her mind, she tried to shake the voice from her head, but it stayed.

Twin? Sister? I have a brother? I have a twin brother?

Unfortunately all these questions swam in her mind for months as Terra infiltrated the Titans.

Everything was going relatively well until Robin decided to stick his nose in. Unfortunately this was when she learned the truth to the infiltration. They were going to use the Titans and extract their powers and life force. It made her sick. Sure she didn't exactly see eye to eye with heroes, but she saw the good they did. Hell she may be called a mercenary, but the jobs she took aligned with her morals. Even if those said morals were just a 'fuck you opposite of the court,' but it stood, it was hers.

This was how she was found by Nightwing.

"Figured you wouldn't be easy to kill. Here." she pushed a robe into his hands. "Your team is held this way" she started to walk but he hadn't moved.

"What are you doing?"

"Look you can trust me or not, but those are just kids. I will not be the one to let them give their lives without consent or reason."

"Sounds like your speaking from experience."

"So what if I am."

Nightwing jumped down and the fight began. She went and unlocked the restraints on the Titans and jumped into the fight. She, Robin, and Nightwing were all fighting against Deathstroke when Terra regained consciousness. Both Robin and Nightwing stopped their onslaught but Phoenix knew how Terra fought, she knew how to work with the girl. Unfortunately she was thrown over towards Nightwing and Robin, a quadruple somersault led into a rollout allowed her to land safely from the throw.

"Terra!" she yelled.

"Stay out of it Grayson, Slade is mine." A desperate yell escaped the girl, as she unleashed her power. One of the Titans tried to help, but Terra moved him towards the others.

"I'm sorry." Grayson whispered, before she pulled the heroes to safety. They got out moments before the entire thing collapsed.

"Who are you?" A katana was pointed at her neck.

"More importantly the somersault and the name, Grayson, how would you know those?" Nightwing questioned.

"The name is a memory from before," she responded. "And the somersault is just in grained in muscle memory by now." She shrugged and turned to leave but was stopped. "Look I don't want to fight and I don't want to stay so..." None of the heroes said a word but circled around her. 'Sigh' "I'm not gonna get out without a fight huh?"

"That would be correct."

"Fine." Her hands went up in a placating motion, before reaching into a pocket.

"Stop that."

"Relax little birdie." she pulled out a small ring of keys, tossing them to Nightwing. "Don't know about you but I prefer to not walk over two hours to get to Jump city."

They all got to the car but as it only fit five and there were seven of them something had to give. Well she was sat in the middle back seat between Raven and Robin, Beast Boy turned into a cat and sat on her lap. Nightwing was behind the wheel, Blue Beetle on the passenger side, while Starfire flew above them all. Between the awkward silence and closed space she was lulled into a restless sleep.

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nanaminsonyfans · 4 years

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✨Birds of a Feather✨

Masterlist ✨ Requesting Rules

Request; Could I request a YJs1 Dick x reader with the reader being new to the team and a protege of black canary? He’s my favourite 🥰

A/N; honestly, if one robin is AT LEAST one of your favorites, if they aren’t in the top three, i don’t trust you. also, i really like the way i wrote this a stuff, if anyone wants i can make this a thing. I fucking grew up on young justice i love these characters. rock and roll buckeroo!

Pairing; Dick Grayson(Robin) x Fem!Reader

Warnings; fluff, slight cursing

Your upbringing wasn’t pleasant, for a short backstory, Black Canary found you when she did a raid on an illegal Meta-Human fighting ring. Your parents sold you to the leader of the ring. Your power was similar to Canary’s, in which your voice was a power. You could mimic sounds around you like a mockingbird, but you had similarities with an owl in the fact that your neck could turn all the way around and you had night vision. Black Canary found you when you were ten, taking you in as her own. She took you under her wing. *dad jokehehuheh*

She had taken care of you for four years, you ever really made you debut as a hero, until Batman started the underground team of sidekicks. Robin of course knew of you, as did Batman because, duh. Well, Roy did too but that was mainly because Green Arrow was dating Canary. He was like a big brother, and he deeply cared for you.

“And this is Black Canary’s protégé, Mockingbird.” You walked out from the shadows, a black hoodie and red jeans on. Your hoodie had your favorite band one it, whatever it may be. “Sup.” You nod your head at the boys, your hood covered your face since it was dark but you also had glasses on, kinda like Robin’s but they were reading glasses. The glasses could profile anyone and bring up their history, if it’s in the web or files on the cloud, you gotem.

Kid Flash was easy, he didn’t both with covering his face, everyone else was open with you, but not Robin. You glasses always got glitched out when you tried to activate them while looking at him. He knew this and did it on purpose. He didn’t know much about you, only you hero name, you also did that on purpose, it was a fun little battle. You were closer to Robin anyways, being close in age but that didn’t stop Wally from flirting. “Hey babe~ Wanna spar~?” The redhead would ask, before you could speak he would go pale. “Nevermind.” Then he’d run away, you guessed it was Robin, he had mastered the infamous bat-glare.

When Artemis joined the team, you were happy. Another human girl on the team, no offense to M’gann but you felt more comfortable with another human female around. Plus, she was funny. You lived in Star City with Diane and Oliver, and you met her first, it was awesome when you came with her to the Cave and saw all of them shocked.

“What’s up, birdy?” You smile as you trotted over to Robin, you didn’t really have a superhero suit, you kinda took after Black Canary, civilian clothes were your hero clothes. It was usually blood stained black leggings, a navy blue crop top hoodie and black paint around your eyes and bridge of your nose rather than a regular mask because those were itchy. “Do NOT call me that.” Boy Wonder grumbled and elbowed you playfully. You gave him a smirk and batted you eyelashes at him. “You love me.” “No I don’t.” He snorted.

“The Wallman is here!” A redhead yelled through the zeta-tubes as he entered, the loud noise made you yelp and grab onto the nearest person, which was Robin. When you both realized that you both turned red. “Yeesh...stay whelmed Mockingbird.” He finally got out after being frozen. You both had completely ignored the situation going on around you, until...

“Recognize: Speedy, B06.” The computer spoke, making you grinning like an idiot and turn towards the tubes. “Well for starters, he doesn’t go by speedy anymore. Call me Red Arrow.” Your eyes lit up at your brother, well not really brother but you both looked at each other as such. “Roy-” Oliver started but you cut him off. “Roy!” You yelled happily and ran towards your redhead. “Wa to ruin his moment...” Wally grumbled but you flipped him off as you hugged Roy. “Why don’t you call anymore? I’ve been worried. So was Olly, and I guess Robin, Kaldur, and Wally, but I’m your sister!” You whined and teared up, your tears mixing with the paint you used as a mask causing black tears.

“Oh birdie...you know why.” Roy soothed causing you to sniffle and rub your tears away. “Right, sorry.” You mumble and pull away, “Sorry.” You mumbled again and walked back to your spot by Robin, the taller boy put a hand on your shoulder. “Roy, you look-” Oliver started, “Replaceable.” Roy hissed and walked over. “You know it’s not like that.” “Then why bother with a sub? Can she even use that bow?” He gestured angrily to the blonde archer. “Yes she can.” Artemis hissed back. “Who are you?!” Wally whined. “I’m his niece.” “She’s his niece.” “She’s my niece.” Artemis, you, and Green Arrow stated in a matter-of-fact like tone. “Another niece?” Robin snorted, earning an elbow from you.

“But he’s not your replacement!” You chimed in, walking over to the arrows. “We have always wanted you on the team.” Aqualad said, walking over to the now, Red Arrow. “And we have no quota on archers.” The leader continued. “And if we did, you know who we’d pick!” Wally chimed, glaring over at Artemis. “Whatever Baywatch,” Artemis glared, “I’m here to stay.” You stifled a chuckle and looked away. “Baywatch...” You snorted. “But you came here for a reason, right Roy?” You asked when you finally calmed down. “Yeah, a reason named Dr. Sterling Roquette.”

Both yours and Robin’s eyes widened before you both pulled up a file with the holographic computer. “Nano-robotics genius-” Robin started as he began typing. “And claytronics expert at Royal University in Star City! I love her!” You finished and gushed the last part. “Vanished two weeks ago.” Robin continued, earning a frown on your face. “Abducted two weeks ago, by the League of Shadows.” “Woah, you want us to rescue her from The Shadows?” Boy wonder said in a hopeful tone. “Hardcore.” Wally said in awe and fist bumped the other boy. “Dumbasses.” You scoffed and hit them both in the back of the neck. “Roy probably already did that.” You pointed out and walked over to him with a big smile. Roy smiled back and ruffled your hair. “She’s right, I already rescued her. There’s only one problem, the shadows already got her to make a weapon, ‘Doc call it the Fog.” Roy pulled up an image of a dark cylinder looking object with red buttons.

“It’s comprised of millions of microscopic robots, nanotech infiltrators, capable of disintegrating anything in their path- concrete, steel, flesh, bone.- but it’s true purpose isn’t mere destruction. It’s theft. The infiltrators eat and story raw data from any computer system and deliver the stolen data to the Shadows. Providing them access to weapons, strategic defense, cutting edge science and tech.” “Perfect for extortion, manipulation, and power broking.” Artemis starts, earning a groan from Wally, an admiring look from you, and a knowing look from Robin. “Yep. Sounds like The Shadows.” She finishes. “Oh like you know anything about The Shadows.” Wally groans and glares at the blonde, who just smirks. “Who ARE you?!” Wally yells obviously irritated, both you and Robin chuckled a little.

“Roquette’s working on a virus to render the Fog inert.” Roy says, ignoring the childish behavior. “But if The Shadows know she can do that...” Robin started quietly, you gasped softly. “They’ll target her.” You whisper in shock. “It’s okay, right now she’s off the grid. I stashed her in a local highschool computer lab.” Roy shrugs, opening his mouth to speak again. “You left her alone?” Green Arrow asks in shock and mild disappointment. ‘Oh great, here we go again.’ You think as you roll you eyes. “She’s safe enough for now.” Roy spits and glares at Oliver. “Then let’s you and I take care of that together.” “You and I? Don’t you want to take your new protogé.” The redhead spits again, earning a groan from you. “Roy, you brought this to the team, we’ll talk care of it okay?” You say softly, putting your hand on his shoulder. “And she is part of the team. I promise nothing bad will happen. Trust me, big bro.” You smile, a child like glint in you e/c eyes. “Fine, Y/n. I trust you.” Roy whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving. “Speedy-” The computer started, “Change that to Red Arrow.” You spoke up before Roy could, you winked at him before he left.

Robin knew it was a platonic gesture, you both looked at each other like siblings, he knew that. He fucking knew but a piece of him was jealous. He didn’t know why, maybe he like you? No, he wouldn’t, doesn’t matter anyways. The team had a mission to do. But god damnit he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He wished he could be the one kissing your forehead, holding you, knowing your actual name like Roy did. Damn, being a teenager with feelings fucking SUCKS.

All of a sudden you all were linked up by Miss Martian telepathy. “Everyone online?” Her voice rung inside your head, causing a giggle. “Mhm.” You hummed in your head while you sat on a table between Kid Flash and Robin. “Woah, this is weird.” Artemis said, in her head of course, and you just giggled in response. “I know right? Prepare for a killer headache when Megan cuts it off!” You giggled more as you popped some of Wally’s fruit snacks in your mouth. Then the doctor started complaining. “Lady, I’m not really diggin your attitude right now.” You say while rolling your eyes. “You literally look like some random kid they got from the street!” The doctor replied earning a huff from you as you sat up straight.

“You literally look like some random kid they got from the street.” You said, using your mocking power, you spoke in her exact voice, earning a shocked look from her. “Now shut the fuck up.” You hissed in your normal voice, earning a stern look from Aqualad. “Oh don’t judge my language fish boy.” You grumbled and crossed your arms, looking through a blind. “Do you always act like this when people try to help you?” Wally’s voice rung in your head. “Pot, kettle, you’ve met?” Artemis replied, you snickered slightly. “Great, now I want kettle corn. Thanks Art.” You whined and then ignored them arguing until Robin spoke. “You should give her some more credit. It was /her/ arrow that saved you from Amazo.” Robin said with a smirk, in which you practically swooned. “No, it was Spee-Red Arrow’s arrow, right?” “Not so much.” Robin snickered and you did as well.

“God I love his voice.” You thought and then you realized that everyone was connected, SHIT. Your eyes widened and your face turned red. “I mean haha, I was thinking of something else.” You got up. “I’ll...I’ll go an patrol the halls...hall monitor duties.” You got up. “Oh god oh god. This is so embarrassing.” You though as you messed with your fingerless gloves. “Should we tell her?” Wally’s voice rang in your head, you could feel him smirking. “THEN DON’T LISTEN!” You screamed from the hallway and you could hear his laughs. Everyone basically knew you had a crush on Robin, it was obvious to everyone but him. He felt the same, it was also obvious to everyone but you. This was not the TIME.

You were walking down the hall, until you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around, punching the figure and wrapping you legs around the person’s waist as you pinned them down. “Woah woah, stay whelmed, Mockingbird.” You squeezes you legs tighter when you realized it was Robin. “What do you want?” You whisper-shouted. “You seemed to be distraught. You really should get traught.” He gave you a smirk that you always melted over. “Mind not squeezing me to death?” He asked and you flushed as you let him go from you thighs crushing him.

“Your wordplay is so stupid...” You smiled softly and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “So what? You said you love my voice.” Robin teased. “I do.” You sighed and then covered your mouth in shock. “I-I mean...shut up!” Robin bit his lip and rubbed the back of his neck. “I have to head out with Superboy.” He mumbled in which you sighed and grabbed his wrist before he could leave. “Be safe okay?” You whisper softly, getting closer to him. His lips were inches away from your. Robin smiled and kissed your forehead. “I’ll try.” He smiled in which you turned so red you were sure you would’ve been glowing. “It’s Y/n...Y/n L/n.” You spoke up as he started to walk away. “That’s my name.” You mumble. He turned around, wide eyed.

“Y/n L/n eh? That’s a pretty name.” Robin teased before running off.

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keigosbirdie · 3 years

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Do you know of any other blogs that kind of have the same true-to-canon interpretation as you? Art, writing, meta, whatever, im just desperate!

Quick fact about Birdie- I am a total hermit ! So while I spend a lot of time in the Hawks tag and reblog as much canon centered meta as I find, I don’t always follow or interact with the blogs because I am a tiny scared bean idk kahkjdh BUT!!! I do have a tag so I can keep track of interesting meta ideas that explore or expand on hawks. https://keigosbirdie.tumblr.com/tagged/ref Theres also weird little bits of things I wanted to remember later in reference to canon Hawks occurrences. I’m sure any one of the blogs in that tag are what youre looking for!

Though I do have one mutual I follow religiously and really value the opinion of.

@bbq-hawks-wings is my absolute favorite meta writer. I started reading her posts when I first came back on tumblr, actually all of her content is great haha. But she’s been in the Hawks game way longer than I have. I actually go back and reference her posts sometimes. She also gets into really interesting discussions with her followers via asks that I love reading.

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swordmaid · 3 years

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Sansa?

favorite thing about them: i don’t really remember much of her POVs LOL im overdue for a reread but i liked that meta/imagery about her being medusa because of the poison in her hair, and how she’ll slay a titan (baelish) like.... yes im signing up for that, hello.

least favorite thing about them: the way i don’t remember enough about her LOL

favorite line: not a line but her making the snow castle was ):

brOTP: jeyne/sansa

OTP: idk honestly i have none like...leave her alone let her go home

nOTP: jaime/sansa, littlefinger/sansa

random headcanon: i love the idea of her warging to birds like.... that is a very cool and boss move i think she should be able to warge to birds

unpopular opinion: she’s not brienne if you give her a sword lol

song i associate with them: wings by birdy ---lol but tbh i think it fits her!!

favorite picture of them: it’s with arya but i really like this illustration of them!

#send me a character and i'll list:#Anonymous

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jinmukangwrites · 4 years

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Whumptober Day 9

"Take Me Instead"

Ao3

Warnings: canon typical violence, major injury

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"Well, look what the bat dragged in."

Dick resisted a wince as his back was practically stabbed with the barrel end of an assault rifle. He twisted his wrists behind his back, locked there by his own cuffs. Not for the first time, Dick felt a ping of hatred for Bruce's constant paranoia. Plans for everything, even themselves. Therefore: cuffs are batproof.

And that wasn't all, Duke kneeled beside him in the exact same situation. On his knees, guns aimed point-blank, meaty hands on his shoulders to keep him down as none other than Jonathan Crane, Scarecrow, in his full get-up approached his new hostages.

This definitely won't be good. Dick didn't know how long he could last. Crane's knack for dramatics and monologues were ear-bleedingly boring on the best of days. Dick already had a headache thanks to the lucky shot one of Crane's children-of-the-pumpkin-patch-lackeys got on him with the back of their gun. Hey, sometimes even Nightwing accidentally got hit. He's human.

Honestly, Dick wasn't upset about being caught. Hell, he wasn't even that worried to see Scarecrow walz towards them with his dramatic scythe dragging on the floor behind him. Not even the flashing red lights of the lab they were currently in and the intruder alarms blaring put him on edge. What sent an ice cold shard of worry straight into his chest cavity was that Duke was caught also because of Dick's initial mistake.

Duke. The guy who was still in training. Who was just barely figuring out his meta abilities. Who could fight like a bat out of hell but who has never faced Scarecrow. Duke probably didn't know what to expect with this encounter, and judging by the glances Dick could feel being shot his way by his newest brother, Duke was expecting Dick to come up with something more productive than twisting his hands in his own cuffs again.

This was Dick's fault. He was the one who suggested Duke came with him to check out the labs built near the Fashion District. It's primary purpose was to research medicine for the brain. Things to help seizures, depression, etcetera. Which, of course, made it a prime possible target for Scarecrow whenever the villain managed to escape from Arkham.

The thing was, these labs were already raided for it's chemicals the last time Crane escaped. Normally, the guy was a little smarter than to go to the same supply of chemicals for his fear toxin twice. Dick took Duke for this reason, because it was good to learn how Scarecrow worked before actually facing him. That, and it needed to be checked anyway. He didn't actually expect Crane to be here, let alone in full get up.

It must have been a trap.

Well. Judging by the outcome of the circumstances, it most definitely was a trap. Crane was up to something. Something more than sending the mass population of Gotham into a fear crazed frenzy.

Crane stopped in front of his two captives, flicking his scythe around his body with the smoothness of silk. Dick let his neck relax as the scythes blade went under his chin to lift his head. It was just a fear tactic. One that Dick wasn't falling for. Crane was using the outside of the blade where it was dulled. If he was using the inside, then Dick might have been a little on edge.

Get it?

He stared right into the stitched eyeholes of Crane's hood. Clenched his fists behind his back. "What's up, Crane?" Dick kept his voice light and level; he even let a smile curve his lips as he spoke. The best thing you could do while dealing with Crane was remain calm and not show the slightest sign of fear. Hurt his ego. Make him sloppy.

It didn't seem to immediately rub Crane the wrong way though. He didn't even tense. "Well, you see, I've seemed to have come across two little birdies with their little wings tied-" Ugh. Dick wanted to barf- "and now I have to decide what to do about them."

"Ah you know," Dick replied in a sing-song tone. "Could just leave us alone. Birds tend to take care of themselves."

"Hmm, I suppose." The scythe was removed from under Dick's chin, but Dick kept eye contact as Crane stepped away. "After all, everyone knows it's bad luck to keep two two birdies locked up together."

Dick really wished that Gotham's Rogues would quit it with the theatrical flair. It almost made Dick miss Blüdhaven where everything was straight to the point. The amount of monologues Dick had heard from spending the last two days alone visiting the manor could fill a novel. And at least no one in the ‘Haven called him a bird.

"So I guess the only thing for you to do is to let us go." Dick sighed, like he was upset about it. Crane twitched and Dick couldn't help a confident smirk. "Unless you want the big bad bat to drag you back to Arkham so early into your escape. Your lackeys got lucky with us tonight, but do you really think you can take the entire clan with what you have now?"

Crane remained silent for a moment, and Dick could practically sense Duke resisting twitching or saying anything. Which was good. Duke’s being smart. Letting the guy who's fought Crane for almost as long as Robin had existed do the talking. Dick knew how Scarecrow ticked. In the end, it was always about fear. If his victims weren’t afraid then he'd get bored. Sure, he'll also most likely use Fear Toxin, but it was obvious Crane was planning something. He normally resisted throwing around Fear Toxin willy nilly. If he had a plan, the toxin was put away until he really needed it.

"Actually, little bird," Crane finally said, his voice deepening almost an octave. "I could have use of you. You see, I'm an expert at my craft, yet you bats always seem to not be afraid. Even when the world is trembling in terror, you bats hold strong. I don't understand it. I need to study this. Make a toxin that's impossible to resist."

"It's called an antitoxin," Dick scoffed. "No matter how many times you change the formula it's still always the base formula. Every hospital in Gotham had loads of the antitoxin."

Suddenly, Scarecrow was snarling, right up in Dick's face. Dick heard Duke swear under his breath, but Crane didn't seem to notice. He was too focused on staring through those threaded eye sockets right into Nightwing's milky lenses with narrowed, cold brown irises.

"No," Crane hissed, "you bats have something different. You get scared, but never afraid. I've seen you cry and scream on the ground, writhing in your own terror, but you always- always stand back up. I'm tired of making formula after formula to guess what finally takes you down for good. I need a subject. I need a bat to test on instead of random people in the street."

Dick immediately felt himself tense, but he tried not to show it on his face.

Okay. So Crane wants a human lab rat now. But not any human, a member of the very group of people he's never been able to truly defeat.

Okay.

So this was definitely turning out badly.

"Sorry, Jonathan, Sig and I are actually completely booked today. How bout next week? I think I can squeeze you in for, , hmm, let's say, next Tuesday?"

Scarecrow paused, tilted his head, then Dick knew he made a mistake.

"Ah yes, the Signal." Crane turned towards the yellow clad hero and Dick was moving forward before he even registered that hands tightening on his shoulders, keeping him forced down to his knees as Crane approached Duke. "Gotham's newest little bat, only; this one likes the sun."

Dick watched as Duke squared his jaw and didn't say anything. Dick couldn't see his eyes through the helmet on his face, but he could imagine the unafraid glare Duke must be giving.

"Hey," Dick called in an attempt to get the attention back onto himself, "we're not finished, Crane."

"Actually," Crane replied, his voice sounding excited and wistful, "I think we are."

Dick watched with a growing sense of horror and anxiety as Crane bent down and grabbed Duke by the chin, forcing Duke to bend his neck back at a painful looking angle. Duke grunted and attempted to tug his shoulders out from the grasps holding steadfast onto him.

"Tell me, morning bird," Crane whispered just loud enough for Dick to just barely hear him. His voice was husky with excitement. "What do you fear most?"

"Crane! Leave him alone!"

Dick went ignored as Scarecrow backed up, letting go of Duke's chin with a shove. He nodded and soon Dick was watching as Duke was hefted to his feet by the grunts behind him and held in place tightly. Dick struggled on his knees.

"It's not Signal you're wanting, Crane, you know this!" Dick tugged on the restraining holds still on him. He tried to get his feet under him, but the men holding him down had more power over him at the moment. Dick snarled. "You've had a grudge against me since I was a kid! If there's anyone you want for this, it's me! Let him go! Take me instead!"

Dick could swear he just saw the jagged cut of a grin on Scarecrow's face widen. Sharpen. "Yes, Nightwing," Crane agreed, his tone sinister with a touch of silk. "I've always hated you. The Robin without fear. It would be a pleasure to get you finally choking on your own tears. You were always the light to his shadow. However," Crane stopped to grab Duke by the arm and drag him forward, "I'm finding myself more interested in how the day to his night will react to my toxins."

Crane shoved Duke back to the lackeys and then shoved his scythe back under Dick's chin. "You'll have to be patient. Don't worry, whatever I create with him will be my masterpiece, and you will get a taste of it soon enough.

Dick snarled, his gut churning at the thought of Duke being tortured for who knew how long into the future. He tried to find his feet again, throwing his body back to unbalance the holds on him and get away from the scythe both at the same time.

This time, Dick was lucky. He managed to knock the men off him and climb to his feet. However, it was all for naught when one of the lackeys did the smart thing and hit him at the back of his skull with the butt of their gun.

Dick saw stars, and maybe his superhero name being shouted, but all he could grasp onto was that he was on the ground now, desperately trying to get a grasp back on reality as his head screamed in pain at him.

He just managed to focus on a blur of yellow being dragged off, but that focus only lasted a second before another blast of pain erupted on the side of his head, and he knew no more.

-o-o-o-o-

The feeling of gravity rolled, shooting Dick from unconsciousness straight into awareness as he was flipped from his stomach onto his back. He groaned, a migraine pounding away. The side of his head felt warm and wet. He had to blink a few times to reboot his brain and remember how he got here and why he was in so much pain.

And then, he remembered.

He jolted, shooting up to sit up but he was immediately met with resistance via Tim's hands grabbing onto his arms. The world swirled around him—looking similar to an old album cover from the 70s. Dick shot his arms up regardless of the dizziness attacking every one of his senses and wrapped his grasp around the front of Tim's suit.

"Signal-" Dick wheezed, tried to explain, but Tim just frowned and then began to shove Dick back to the ground, keeping his grasp on Dick's arm to pin him there. Tim was shockingly strong. Or maybe… Dick was shockingly weak.

Dick shook his head, but it sent the 70s into the 60s and his thoughts almost slipped away like fine sand. Duke. He had to focus on Duke. He was in trouble. Had Scarecrow already tested out his first drug? Was Duke already reliving his darkest nightmares? Dick didn't know everything about Duke, but he did know that in the short time he's been a part of the family business that he's already seen so much shit. The Joker and what he did to his parents being at the top of the list.

Dick remembered the first time the fear toxin made him relive his own parents' demise. He couldn't stop shaking for days.

This was Dick's fault. He was supposed to keep track of Duke. Show him the in's and out's of dealing with Scarecrow from the early stages, getting him prepared for when Crane eventually decided to reign his terror across the streets. That was the advantage the family wanted to give Duke. Make it so none of the future battles with Gotham's main gallery felt like it was too much. When you're new, big names could be confidence rattling.

And Dick had failed Duke. He brought Duke out. Dick didn't prepare for an actual attack.

Dick got Duke captured.

By Scarecrow.

It was all his fault.

Dick had to find him. Save him. He had to fix this. So he tightened his hands in Red Robin's suit and tried to sit up again. "Signal-" Dick tried again, but Tim didn't listen. He just shook his head and opened his mouth. Said something. Dick realized he couldn't hear. Everything sounded like the static on an empty radio channel. His own voice rumbled in his chest, vibrated inside his skull, but he couldn't pick apart anything else. And while the threat of deafness thanks to what was definitely a concussion scared the shit out of him, he couldn't just sit here and let Tim shove him back down to do nothing while Duke was most certainly in danger.

Dick forced strength he probably didn't have and attempted to shove Tim off from him. Somehow, against all odds, it worked. However, just moving his arms like that caused a spike of exhaustion to spear into his gut and it took every ounce of willpower in his body to work himself to his feet.

He stumbled once he was standing. Everything was spinning. His lack of hearing made his sense of balance dim. It was suddenly like he was a passenger in his own body. He knew he wanted to take a step forward, but he wasn't sure he did. His stomach rolled and he closed his eyes to catch his breath, but when he opened his eyes again he was laying back down face up, hands on his chest and legs straddling his hips. Pinning him down.

Dick felt sick.

He... He had to save Duke. He had to get whoever was on top of him off.

He twitched and his eyes closed again, only this time it was against his will. Something stinging stroke across his cheek, but everything was far away and he couldn't find his hands.

He fell into darkness again.

-o-o-o-o-

He woke up feeling similar to how Buster from Mythbusters looked. His head felt muffled. Far away. So much so that it took a minute for the migraine to kick in once he cracked his eyes open.

The lights were dim, thank heavens, so it only took a moment for Dick's eyes to adjust. He easily recognized the medbay of the Batcave, having woken up here too many times to confidently number. He reached up to his head and felt bandages wrapped tightly around his skull. Then, he blinked and realized there was a presence besides him. It took him a minute for his eyes to travel over to the side, but when he did his eyebrows rose and he went completely still.

Duke was there. In pajamas, sitting on a plastic folding chair off to the side of Dick's bed. Not a scratch on him.

Duke, probably having sensed Dick as well, looked up from his phone towards where Dick laid. A smile broke out on his face.

Duke started speaking, but Dick couldn't hear him. Not that Dick cared at the moment. He was too happy seeing Duke looking completely fine. Exactly as he should be. It was like a dream. Could this be a dream? Dick hoped not.

Duke finishes speaking, tilting his head and brows scrunching up. Dick realized that he must have been asked a question, but because he was too busy reeling over how this all seemed so impossible—because he could have sworn Duke was captured—to read his lips. Dick cleared his throat, thankful that he could still at least hear his own voice, and gave a shaky smile.

"Cn't hear ya," he muttered, his voice too scratchy and his energy too low to do much more than that. Duke's eyes widened and he looked to the side to definitely swear. Dick won't tell Alfred though. It's not like he heard it.

Duke looked lost with himself for a moment, bringing his hands up to his chest beginning to sign what he wanted to say letter by letter. Duke's still learning sign. Cass was teaching him and he was learning quickly. He was still a beginner though and didn't know how to say much more than basic conversation. Dick felt a laugh escape his throat, sending a spike of pain into his head.

"E-S-C-A-P-E" Duke signed, carefully shaping every letter with concentration over his facial features. He began to start singing something more, but then he stopped mid "N" and looked over to the entrance of the bay, relief melting the hard edges of his face. Dick turned to look af well and what he saw didn't really surprise him.

Bruce, still garbed in his suit, but his cowl and cape were absent. He looked tired. Frown pulled down a little more than usual. The bags under his eyes a little more vibrant. Bruce analyzed the room for a brief moment, but a smidge of life seemed to return to his face when his gaze landed on Duke and Dick. His lips twitched. They didn't become a smile, but it was almost one. Dick had learned to live with Bruce's almosts.

Duke opened his mouth and, judging by the way that smidge of relief and happiness on his face rapidly declined, Dick could guess what was said. Bruce expected Dick's hearing to be back by now. Dick tried not to let that clench something in his gut.

Bruce walked forward, his footsteps soundless, before he settled besides Dick's beside and snapped his fingers next to Dick's ear.

Dick tried to listen. He really did. It just… wasn't there. He took a calming breath, released it, then shook his head.

Now Bruce was full on frowning, and Dick almost expected Bruce to turn tail and retreat, maybe to call Leslie or research hearing loss caused by concussion. Instead, he was shocked to find that Bruce simply turned to pull another chair to his bedside, his hands already delicately placed in front of his chest.

Can you hear anything?

Dick shook his head and bit the inside of his cheek.

Should not be permanent. Leslie said to call her if it takes longer than a day to start returning.

Dick nodded. Took another breath. He could feel it lingering behind his eyes, the fear of never being able to hear ever again. It made him want to throw something, but Duke was here, and Dick couldn't focus on himself right now. He had to know what happened after his head was smashed in. Thankfully, Bruce seemed to know him well enough to expect that of Dick. That to avoid breaking down he needed to worry about someone else.

Escaped on his own. Called the family to find you.

Ah. So in the end, it was Dick who needed rescuing. Duke handled himself. Which, somewhere at the back of Dick's mind he knew Duke was a skilled fighter. He was a quick learner. Versatile. Give him a situation and he'd work it to his advantage. And maybe Dick was so worried because even though Duke was nowhere near the youngest of the family, he was still the baby of it. He'd lost his parents so recently. He was the newest to the fold. His trauma was still ripe. And maybe it was the big brother in Dick, but he didn’t want to fail Duke like he's failed all the others. Jason died because he wasn't there. Tim felt abandoned because Dick thought he was ready to let go of something he was still attached to. Damian died after Dick failed to defeat his killer. He never noticed Cassandra and her pain when she was with the League.

He didn’t want to be the cause of something so… so horrible in Duke's life. He didn’t want to look back on Duke and see regret and hindsight.

That almost happened tonight.

But he escaped. He handled it. Crane didn't torture anyone tonight.

Duke was okay.

He sighed and sank into the cushions of the cot and smiled when Bruce lifted a hand and wrapped it around his knee, squeezing slightly in reassurance. Dick shot one last glance at Duke and smiled. Duke beamed back, albeit a bit apprehensively. Dick didn't take the hesitation to be completely open with the family personally. Duke was still new. Soon enough, they'd all get used to each other.

Get some rest, Bruce signed and Dick hummed. Yeah, he felt tired all over again. Must be the head injury. Maybe the relief that everything had worked out at the expense of his hearing.

And Bruce said Leslie predicted it shouldn't be permanent. Within a few days, it would be like nothing happened. They'd continue to hunt Crane, only next time he'd be the one cuffed and dragged away. His vacation from Arkham wouldn’t last long, Dick would personally attest to that.

He'd do anything to make sure his family stayed safe during these stressful next few weeks that always follow an Arkham breakout. Everyone would return home safe, every single night. Dick will make sure of it. Hearing or not.

No one will be hurting Duke. Or any of his family. Not while Dick Grayson had a say in it.

#dick grayson #duke thomas #bruce wayne #nightwing #signal #batman #dc #dc comics #fic #fanfiction #jin writes #whumptober 2020 #no.9 #take me instead #major injury tw

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orionsangel86 · 5 years

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SPN Speculation - SDCC chatter

Hey guys, a little birdy told me that Tumblr hasn’t been handling the SDCC news all that well? I have been asked to come back and share some thoughts I have so far only been floating around in GCs and very briefly on Twitter.

For those of you feeling negative about Season 15, that’s of course your prerogative, but I am honestly extremely happy with what tidbits of information we have received.

This got long so under a cut is quotes from SDCC and my own reactions and speculation including an ending concept I thought of that I am quite happy with.

First of all, Andrew Dabb’s joke about only 30% of the audience liking the ending was just that, a JOKE. They were digging at Game of Thrones. Bobo has already confirmed on Twitter previously that SPN ending will be NOTHING like Game of Thrones.

https://twitter.com/robertberens/status/1127821427149721600

https://twitter.com/robertberens/status/1127976311303970816

This was back during the final few eps of GoT when Bobo got really chatty with fans online about the way GoT told it’s stories. He confirmed that SPN is completely different, believes in heroism, and is focused on its characters rather than the world at large.

What Bobo essentially was saying was that SPN isn’t going for a dark gloomy ending more focused on the universe than each characters individual end journeys. SPN will have a satisfying end for its audience compared to the dark and gloomy hopeless ending GoT presented us with.

So any snark they had at SDCC comparing SPN to GoT was prob based on this and is totally not to be taken seriously.

What made me feel far more positive was Dabb and Bobo saying the following:

Dabb: “you want people to feel it was worth their time. Because this show is a big time investment. Three hundred and twenty seven hours [is a lot]. You don’t want to leave people feeling hollow, you don’t want to leave them feeling cynical. You don’t want to make them think we don’t take very seriously the amount of time and effort they put into this show and the amount of time and effort we put into this show. So that doesn’t mean the ending is always happy and everybody is high-giving. But it means the journey was worth something and came to a place that makes everyone feel it was worth taking that trip.”

Bobo said “at it’s core, making sure we end powerfully and meaningfully the stories of Jack, Cas, Sam and Dean, and honor them and their characters and their emotions and the audiences emotions for them.... that’s sort of our north star in breaking the show.”

Also Bobo: “We have some really interesting and fun ways to play around with that expectation [of whether Sam and Dean should live or die]. Not just in the final stretch but throughout the season. I think that question will be raised in a number of ways. And Sam and Dean will be struggling with that in a number of ways. I think we’re very conscious as writers that this is not the Game of Thrones type [of situation] – just shove everyone’s face in the mud kind of downer. It’s a balance of pain and uplift that we have to hit perfectly that feels fresh and doesn’t feel like something we’ve done before. And I think that we have some ideas that we’ve very excited about that will stick that landing for us.”

Whilst we have to remember that this is still just PR, it is good to hear from both Bobo and Dabb that ultimately they seem to understand what is important and how to end this show right. My interpretation from this is not that the show will end in death and misery, but in something hopeful and somewhat satisfying, even if it is different.

(My sources from this are from a GC where the text I think is copied from an article. If you know the article please send me the link)

Dabb also talked quite a bit about how the one thing that is set in stone and has been for at least a year already, is the very final scene of the show. They had this in mind before Season 14 was written. So everything else will be written around this final scene. (also means we need to pay closer attention in our S14 re-watches.)

Dabb and Bobo both think the ending will satisfy fans, or at least that fans will understand why the ending they chose makes sense. Dabb specifically said “What we are crafting is something that I hope will make sense as an emotional ending to these characters journey. I don’t think it’s something that’s going to make everybody happy, because that’s impossible. But I certainly hope that even the people who hoped it ended differently will understand why it ended that way.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHjhnG5w2gw

The one take away that REALLY interested me was this from Jensen:

“It took me a while to get there. When we were in the room and the idea came down the pipe and everybody kind of signed off on it, my reaction was more like “okay, okay”. I’d struggled with it for about a week or so and I realised I’m just too close to this character. To see anything with finality on it is just hard to digest. And I talked to a few people about it and got some clarity on it and I’ve tried to look at it from a different perspective and I now have come around to being “oh, this is a really good ending. This is satisfying.””

https://twitter.com/Bluestar861/status/1153080393106710528

So to sum up:

Dabb says that the ending they have gone with is one that makes sense emotionally in terms of character journey

Bobo says that the ending will honor the characters of Sam, Dean, Cas and Jack and WON’T be anything like GoT

Jensen says that he struggled with the ending at first, and had to have it explained to him to get clarity on why they are taking that route, after which, he understood and now thinks its a really good ending.

To top this, Jared spoke of the ending being the characters finding peace (whether alive or dead - but in a way that implied they would be alive)

Misha has confirmed he doesn’t know the ending, so he has simply been reiterating his old stance that Cas has to die and as much as we love him, we can disregard everything he says based on his own words from Jibcon “I make shit up.”

As a meta writer and someone who spends a lot of time picking apart the stories to find SENSE and MEANING in the CHARACTER JOURNEY’S and knowing that JENSEN ACKLES DIDN’T UNDERSTAND AT FIRST?!

I AM VERY HAPPY ABOUT THIS NEWS.

Jensen not understanding imo means the ending will not be Sam and Dean dying together in a blaze of glory, it won’t be a separation in death either for any of the characters. My best guess? The brothers go their separate ways in the end.

Hear me out. It fits okay. Let’s bring this back to the obvious question:

How do you end a show where death is not taken seriously?

Easy. You separate the characters in LIFE, bringing an end to their joint story. If SPN has always been a story about two brothers, saving people, hunting things, the family business (with the family growing over the past so many years), then the way you end that is not by killing them off, it’s by separating the core characters from the story itself, and from each other.

The reason I am speculating THIS ending is also because of one EXTREMELY EXCITING fact that also came from SDCC:

EILEEN IS RETURNING

https://twitter.com/Shoshannah7/status/1153077148883640321

Call me an optimist, but they aren’t going to bring back the one character who ticked all of Sam Winchester’s boxes for one episode as a ghost or a soul in heaven - they are gonna bring her back properly, and that can only mean one thing. SAILEEN. Sam getting a romantic endgame is PERFECT and it fits my theory. Eileen coming back opens up the potential for Sam to have a new hunting partner, or even better, a new MOL Legacy partner to reestablish the MOL as a society for learning and protecting the world from the Supernatural. A training center for hunters and supernatural scholars all over the world. TELL ME THIS ISN’T PERFECT FOR SAM I DARE YOU.

Obviously, the one caveat to this awesome opportunity for Sam, is no more hunting with Dean. Hence, end of Supernatural as we know it.

What does this mean for Dean? Well, If a certain angelic blue eyed beauty gets their true story potential - their emotionally satisfying character journey end - then that angelic blue eyed beauty will be hanging up their wings for good and slumming it with us mud monkeys permanently.

A sacrifice? Yes, finality? Yes. Death? Hell no.

Further thoughts on this here:

https://twitter.com/Bluestar861/status/1153278119576592385

With a human Cas by his side, Dean can still do whatever he wants, travel the country, or take himself and his hot ex-angel “buddy” off to the beach, because the main focus of Dean’s character arc, his character journey over the course of so many seasons, has been to find peace with himself, as well as freeing himself from the burden of parenthood forced on him by his father and let Sam go.

Dean has never been comfortable being alone, and it wouldn’t make sense for him to end his journey alone either - at all - which is why Jensen’s dream ending that he keeps telling at cons about Dean swapping Baby for a motorbike also makes no bloody sense - but of course, as Jensen said, he didn’t really understand the ending presented at first did he?

Jensen would struggle with the idea of Sam and Dean both choosing to separate in life, especially if that ending also had an ambiguous Destiel twist to it. Jensen has always made his views on the brothers relationship clear, he is a “together to the end” man, so it makes sense that he would need to have the toxic codependency and why it needs to break explained to him.

I have no idea whether Destiel will be part of this so please don’t ask me, I happen to think at this point that it will be ambiguous and open to interpretation. But if the show ends with Dean and human Cas together mirrored against a happy Sam and Eileen I’ll be satisfied.

DISCLAIMER: This is a speculative fan theory thought up for fun. It is NOT serious show meta, it is literally inspired by PR from SDCC. I DO NOT HAVE A CRYSTAL BALL - IF I DID I WOULD BE BUYING LOTTERY TICKETS RIGHT NOW NOT TELLING YOU LOT HOW SPN IS GONNA END.

Of course, all my theories are inspired by in show character themes and emotional sub plots. I’m not pulling this shit out of thin air, I just... don’t want you all to start accusing me of leading you on or getting your hopes up if S15 starts and throws us a huge curve ball because I literally know nothing more than you lot and frankly the attacks on meta writers over the past few years have disgusted me and made me loose quite a bit of faith in the fandom collective brain cell - which I generally assume doesn’t exist in those that actually do attack meta writers.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Still, please try not to burn this hellsite to the ground based on SDCC PR. It’s supposed to be fun!

Peace.

#Supernatural #spn speculation #sdcc2019 #pr is not showrunning #spn fan theories #spn endgame #season 15 #saileen #destiel #andrew dabb #bobo berens #jensen ackles #my thoughts

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#3 for dabihawks!! :D

A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

*set after the current arc, so light manga spoilers? I guess?

★

The feather is sharp at his throat.

It’s the tiniest pinprick of discomfort, something felt only distantly, like a half forgotten song he heard passing a bar last week, or a nursery rhyme from his youth. It’s a phantom pain, more than anything, with most of the nerve-endings in his neck long since ruined, nothing more than tattered, shredded remains—not unlike his soul, really.

Dabi leans into it, aware from the way a golden gaze flickers down to it and widens, dramatically, that he’s probably going to get blood on his shirt. Considering this is his last good one, even with the holes sprinkled along the hem, it’s sort of annoying. But worth it, given the opportunity it presents.

And he never passes up a chance to ruffle the hero’s feathers.

His smirk is dangerous and sharp, pulling at the staples by his lips. “What’s the matter, birdie? Worried about little old me?”

(He’d come home, bones aching, his unblemished skin a dull pink and warm to the touch after a long, gruelling fight with that ice-wielding asshole, to find Hawks camped out in the shadows of his shitty apartment, framed by the setting sun and itching for a fight. Something he absolutely, positively, did not have the energy to deal with after the clusterfuck of a day he’d had.

The hero never stepped foot in here—almost never—because it was crossing a line the bird just wasn’t comfortable with, no matter the lies he sang to sell his indenture to the League. So they met on the roof, three blocks south in the bustling heart of Osaka, purposely ignorant of the balcony he’d seen Dabi smoking on weeks ago.)

Hawks’ wings flare, the tips of his feathers fluttering in the light breeze from the glass door he snuck in through. His brows furrow, casting shadows over the rest of his face. “You scheduled a meeting, and then missed it.” His tone is light and airy, bordering on reproachful. “I thought you were fucking with me.”

“Didn’t you catch the news?” They’d been all over it, by the end. Haggard, bleeding faces and the utter destruction Shigaraki (and Dabi himself) had left in his wake plastered all over every channel, every broadcast, every scrap of social media the Meta Liberation Army (and what a joke of a name that was, even coming from the commander of the Vanguard Action Squad) could get their grimy paws on. They’d recorded the whole shitfest, and then aired it posthumously. “I was a little busy.”

“Yeah, I saw,” Hawks grumbles, his eyes flicking back up to meet Dabi’s, then slipping down slowly, liquid honey dripping from a spoon, roaming carefully over every new blister, every fresh scab where a staple should be. “That’s why I’m here.”

Something hot and vicious flares in his gut, because Hawks’ gaze has finally stopped—on his mouth.

Dabi’s grin turns positively wicked, and the hero’s eyes snap up, widening as he realizes he’s been caught red-handed. Literally.

This isn’t the first time Dabi’s noticed him staring. And typically, he’d dismiss it as ridiculous, that the bright, shiny bird would ever want anything like that from someone like him. But this is the first time he’s been up close and personal to see it happen; to watch a dark, hungry lust blow out Hawks’ pupils in a way he just can’t ignore. At least, not anymore.

“Oh, so you were worried about me.” His voice is cloyingly sweet, overly saccharine. Candy in a trap laid out for a fly. He leans closer to the blond, feeling his stuttered breath against his running mouth and ruined face. “I’m flattered, birdie.”

“Shut up,” Hawks hisses, and his fingers dig harder into Dabi’s shoulder, pressing him against the wall where he’d cornered him upon his return, demanding answers.

But Dabi’s never been a fan of making it easy for the hero, and he certainly isn’t going to start now that he’s seen something Hawks wants, dangling tantalizing out of reach.

He drags his tongue across his lower lip, slow and languid in a way that catches the razor-sharp gaze watching his every move. It digs into cut in the middle of his flesh just enough to sting, to have his breath catching in his throat as he swallows a hiss, flirting with danger and hero alike.

“Kiss me,” he says, the words barely whispered into the heavy quiet hanging between them.

Hawks’ eyes widen like saucers, a doe-eyed deer caught in the headlights. There’s the barest flutter of the feather against Dabi’s throat, the lightest shake of the hero’s typically steady hand. “What?” He looks like Dabi’s asked him to kill a man, or something, and he’s sure there’s an irony in that.

“Kiss me,” he repeats, this time his tone leaving no room for debate. A demand, with far less nonchalance than he typically wears as a badge. “You want me to shut up, birdie? Then make me. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“What are you talking about?” He squawks, distressed.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, hero.” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, a smug grin across his waiting lips, but Dabi’s serious. “The way your eyes linger when you think I’m not looking. The way you pay close attention when I smoke.”

This time, when he leans closer, the feather isn’t there to stop him, the resistance at his throat entirely gone. It’s dropped away from him, forgotten and unneeded. His mouth is barely a breath from Hawks’ lips. “You want a taste?”

“And what about what you want?” Hawks says, an attempt to put himself back on equal footing, to even the odds in a game he’s sorely losing. His wings flutter, dropping slightly, and there’s a dusting of red across his cheeks to match them.

Dabi looks down at him from beneath hooded eyes, his fingers itching to close the gap between them, to twist in Hawks’ hair, or slip beneath his ridiculous outfit, the hunger to touch all too pressing now that he’s on the edge of this cliff. But he won’t make the first move. He won’t dare lay a hand on the hero without making him beg for it, first.

“You.”

He feels more than sees Hawks inhale far too sharply, watching the gold of his eyes disappear around orbs of black. He feels the heavy press of Hawks’ body against his, the cool tile of the wall at his back.

And then Hawks crashes their mouths together, and Dabi feels every insistent, hungry plea the other man has to offer him. With vicious delight ballooning in his chest, he responds wholeheartedly.

#dabihawks #hotwings #kisses prompts #*fic #my writing #kandayuu #otp: i wish we'd met before they convinced you life is war

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Serrator Levels

One thing I've observed with 3 Below is the serrators have a couple different mode (which should be pretty obvious) but for the modes they also have different levels. Now I haven't started working on a full fight meta for 3 Below yet so this is just my casual observations.

A standard serrator has three basic modes. Blaster, shield and melee. The obvious exception being Zadra's unique Scythe serrator. This is what we see Krel and Aja use from day one. While Krel keeps using these same levels Aja after training with Varvatos uses the different levels. I feel like the advanced levels are more difficult to wield so they are softly skill locked. Each of the advanced level modes adds additional benefits.

The upgraded shield is taller with wide wings out to the side. I feel like this is to help protect you fellow fighters. Especially with the Talon specifically referred to as the "Talon Phalanx." A phalanx being a military unit that is known for protecting their companions to their sides with large shields.

The upgraded blaster has a few options. We've seen a sniper mode but that might be unique to Birdy. Varvatos summons what I can only describe as an anti vehicle turret when Nana threatens him, but again that might be unique to his position as commander. We see Aja wield an advanced blaster during the final episodes that is larger and packs a much more serious punch.

The standard melee is obviously the sword that we see Krel and Aja use. Varvatos has a version that is longer and more ornate. There is also the pole arm mode. I call it pike mode even though it is obviously not a pile and is not used like one. The king and queen of Akiridion-5 both use the pike mode every time they fight. Aja also uses the pike mode against OMEN.

With season 2 coming out soon I have some questions. Will we see any more advanced serrator modes or levels? Will we get an explanation on why certain characters prefer certain modes or levels? Will we see some butt kicking from out indomitable leads? I sure hope so.

Does anyone have any thoughts? Once I'm done with the fight meta for Trollhunters I'll start on one for 3Below.

#tales of arcadia #3 below #3below #serrator #fight meta #serrator levels #serrator modes

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regallibellbright · 1 year

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I'm getting new followers from the Vorkosigan reread liveblog, and to you all I say: Hello! *Waves*

But also, full disclosure, while I can get analytical about literally anything I care deeply enough about to hyperfixate on (... Yeah actually I am coming up with how to do it about Pocket Card Jockey, I can do it about literally everything,) for every Vorkosigan Saga or October Daye or Utena meta or discussing the ludonarrative harmony of The World Ends With You (not that I've personally gone into detail there, plenty of people have discussed it already,) there's also my Ridiculous Pokemon Multiverse Headcanon or the periodic Birdie Wing posting. I have come to the conclusion the latter show is legitimately brilliant, while also simultaneously being deliciously trashy as hell. I make no apologies for any of it except Vipere. The rest of the stuff that crosses the line from "delightful camp" into "this is genuinely poor taste" can apologize to ME, I'm not doing its job for other people.

As to the Pokemon Multiverse thing, I unironically believe every bit of it no matter how wild. I don't expect anyone ELSE to go along with it beyond the stuff explicitly presented in Delta Episode, (that's just canon,) I acknowledge everything else is increasing degrees of outlandish.

So you know, welcome, pleased to see you, this is what you're in for and I'm hoping to have the energy and wrists for another episode or two of Birdie Wing liveblogging this week.

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Eorzean Alliance After Party: Hestia’s Discoveries

Log Date: 12/3/16

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If I had any words to describe how the Eorzean Alliance went, I suppose I would have to say mostly without a hitch. It was very successful, minus one unruly person who felt the need to sew some chaos into the mix, but I am sure some people enjoyed someone stirring the pot to make the event a bit more exciting. Armont’s speech I’d like to hope instilled confidence into those of Ishgard, but even I don’t have to be of their culture to know that prejudice and hate runs deep. It could be many turns, or even forever before they would perhaps ever truly find peace. Even then I had my own uncertainty as my husband and I had a less than pleasant interaction the night before, and all I really wished was to find peace with him again.

After all was said and done and Hestia managed to get herself lost meeting new friends, we were all gathered together as the event dispersed slowly but surely. Now it was simply small talking and praise... at least to a certain extent...

Vevekera Lelekera: "That is the plan-" he stops and leans forward, raising a brow at Hestia hiding behind Guillemont. "You've got a ward."

Guillemont De'bayle: "Oh, Hestia. You snuck up on me." He crouches down with his arms open. "Do you have a hug for your uncle?"

Hestia De'bayle: "I sneak up a lot! I'm sorry," she moves over to him as big of a hug as she could, "Uncy Gilly, how you be? Did Big Eye come and visit?"

Guillemont De'bayle wraps his arms around his niece, and stands up - taking her with him. "Yes. I saw him in a dream, but he was busy so I left him alone." He begins swaying side to side, with the intention of swinging her legs slightly.

Hestia De'bayle giggles out gently, her little boots rocking, "he was busy?! Big Eye is so rude..." she huffs, "Tomtom tries to help him, but I think he is too far to help! Big Eye is lost..."

Guillemont De'bayle looks surprised. "Lost? Did he wander off?"

Hestia De'bayle: "No, no, Mommy said that's how you call people who you can't help. Lost."

Guillemont De'bayle: "Oh. I see." He glances back to his sister-in-law for a moment. "Well, what does he need help with?"

Hestia De'bayle: "I dunno... I don't know how to help him! He is not nice to his friend Tomtom, we tried to take him to Jamie for advice but Mommy said the water makes Tomtom and Big Eye sick so they had to try and talk through glass."

Carina Roussos: "I imagine you wish to stay and speak to people... I think I will take Hestia to my mothers tonight," she says up to Armont, "when do you think you will be home?"

Guillemont De'bayle: "Jamie? Is he the fish?"

Hestia De'bayle: "Yes, big blowfish. Jamie-son"

Guillemont De'bayle: "Ah, I see." He continues swaying. He pauses, hearing Carina say something about taking Hestia to her mother's? "If you need someone to watch her tonight, I uh... I would not mind?" He grins. "I bought some new books recently. Perhaps I could uh... I could read her a story?"

Vevekera Lelekera: "Such a dutiful uncle. Ties of family, indeed."

Carina Roussos: "Oh? Sure, if you would like to. I tend to just surprise visit my parents with her, but they never mind. Never really have much going on there and they love her company. I wouldn't dare keep her from all her family though. Would you like that Hestia?" she smiled to her daughter.

Hestia De'bayle: "Yes! I want to bring Tomtom though and Big Eye!"

Guillemont De'bayle: "Sure! Should we go pick them up now?"

Carina Roussos: "Sure, I have to get her clothes anyways and change myself for my trip to Costa," she smirks some back toward her husband. "Shall we?"

Vevekera Lelekera: "Hello Hestia. Do you remember me?"

Hestia De'bayle looks down to Veve, an occurrence not common for the little girl, "Hello! I am Hestia, good to meet you!”

Vevekera Lelekera: "I suppose a lack of memory is a blessing for this case. I'm Veve. Nice to meet you too."

Hestia De'bayle: "Veve, I like that name! I like you Veve, you are small like me," she wiggle around out of Guillemont’s arms to stand beside Veve.

Guillemont De'bayle: "Yes we shall." Weird way to say it "Oh, by the-" he exclaims as Hestia drops from his arms. "Are you alright Hestia?"

Vevekera Lelekera smirks and gives her a nod, "I'm a Lalafell. We don't get to be much bigger than this. You'll keep growing, though."

Hestia De'bayle: "You'll stay small?! I want to be big like Papa! I get stepped on a lot, Uncy's can't see me well when walking into house."

Guillemont De'bayle: "I did not actually step on you. Only uh... I only almost stepped on you."

Jancis Milburga glances over at Hestia's exclamation.

Vevekera Lelekera: "I'm sure you will be." he tries to keep from chuckling at her next words, but simply can't. "Yes. Tallfolk don't look out very well."

Hestia De'bayle: "I will be tall! I will be tall! When I am big Veve, I will hold you up and make you tall too!"

Vevekera Lelekera: "How sweet of you. Thank you Hestia." he hums a bit, and scratches at his chin. "Tell me, Hestia. What's your favorite color?"

Hestia De'bayle waves out her mittens, touching her shirt, "yellow... it's bright and makes me happy! Reminds me of big fluffy choco!"

Vevekera Lelekera: "Alright. And what's your favorite animal?"

Hestia De'bayle: "I... hmm... I like JoJo, he is my friend. I like many animals. Big bird, JoJo, Jamie, Kitten... I don't know if Tomtom is an animal. My mittens are big bird choco!"

Vevekera Lelekera: "We'll go with the big bird." he nods and steps back, hands clapping together. A yellow glow peeked out between his fingers and when he opened them up, a small orb of yellow mist sat in his palm. He flicked his wrist and it hopped onto the ground, swirling and growing until it grew legs. Then wings. And a beak. It was only as tall as Veve himself, but it was clearly chocobo-shaped, and bright yellow.

Guillemont De'bayle: "Impressive!"

Hestia De'bayle: "Big bird! Big bird!" she cheered out excitingly, dancing around, "how! How you make bird?"

Vevekera Lelekera: "With magic. I've practiced magic for a very long time." he smiles and twirls his hand in a circle, the bird running a circle around the group before the bitter winds took it away.

Hestia De'bayle watched in a wiggle as the bird disappeared, "birdy!" she cried out, her hands reaching out, as the winds took it away, "magic... I want to make magic!"

Vevekera Lelekera: "When you get older, and if your parents say so, perhaps I'll teach you someday."

Hestia De'bayle: "Mommy! I want to learn magic! Magic! Make colorful birdy"

Carina Roussos smiles down happily toward her daughter, "you know... Mommy's Papa is a great caster... even Mommy used to be able to cast magic, once upon a time. It's in your blood as well Hestia, I am sure if you want to learn magic someday that you shall!"

Hestia De'bayle: "Mommy said I get to learn magic!"

Denz De'bayle: You say that as if the De'bayles do not have their own magic users.

Vevekera Lelekera: "Wonderful. I'd be more than happy to teach you."

Denz De'bayle beckons to Jancis Milburga.

Carina Roussos: "Well they are more known for their physical prowess, but Elezen as well are naturally inclined to magic so I've read. It quite literally is in her blood!"

Denz De'bayle: I thought the plan was to put a spear in her hand?

Hestia De'bayle: "Veve is so kind, Veve is my friend, like Tomtom and Big Eye and Jamie. And Mommy and Papa of course... and..." she murmurs off some names, "Veve you like snackies? Mommy makes yummy snackies for me."

Jancis Milburga comments, "It is good to put many things into a child's hand. Never know which one will be kept."

Vevekera Lelekera: "Snacks are the best. Especially things like chocolates and cookies. Candy and cake. They're my favorite."

Jancis Milburga: "You could put a piano in her hand. Ah. No I mean you can put her hands upon a piano."

Denz De'bayle: Aye, this is true. Does much better than having naught be a weapon.

Carina Roussos: "Would you like to learn music Hestia?"

Denz De'bayle lets out a few laughs. "A piano in her hands?" With a grin, he nods. "Music is a great source of learning."

Hestia De'bayle: "Choco-late. Like big bird... Mommy likes choco-late, but she hides it from me," the girl leers back toward her mother, before perking up, "moosic! How do I make moosic!? With magic?"

Denz De'bayle: “Hm... I wasn't the only one who was taught music…” he seems lost in thought a moment before waving his hand dismissively.

Carina Roussos: "Not quite, well..." Carina leans down to be at eye level with her daughter, "you could call it a form of magic, I suppose. It feels that way, when you play songs for people... seeing how happy or sad it can make them. It's amazing. Just like magic, you have to learn how to make music. We could learn together Hestia? I've always wanted to learn to play music. I... a dear friend of mine made music for me... his song are still very special in my heart. I wish I could share them with you."

Denz De'bayle: No? You cannot play an instrument?

Carina Roussos shakes her head, "he had tried to teach me... I am not very creative unfortunately."

Denz De'bayle: It's not about creativity, truly. You can learn to play and simply play from the pages. Memorization becomes the illusion of mastery.

Vevekera Lelekera: "Such is true. Any fool with a brain can cast a spell from a book. Only the select few can make them up as they go."

Carina Roussos: "I see... perhaps you can help us Denz when the time comes. Do you play at all, Armont?"

Denz De'bayle: Father wouldn't let Mother drag him into learning the piano as much as myself, but…

Hestia De'bayle: "Mommy sings song for me before bed, but she says her voice is crackly like gravel. I like it though... I like Mommy's singing. I don't know what gravel is,” she remarks innocently, rubbing her mittens to her red cheeks.

Denz De'bayle: “He can do his scales,” he grins tauntingly at Armont De'bayle, “He can help you as well. Jancis too!”

Guillemont De'bayle stretches his neck, the joints creaking and cracking as he does. "Ah. My neck was getting a bit stiff."

Denz De'bayle motions a hand to Jancis Milburga.

Armont De'bayle: "I wish I would have learned more from mother to be truthful Denz. Consider yourself lucky!"

Jancis Milburga's eyes grow wide with awe upon seeing Denz De'bayle.

Carina Roussos: "You can learn with us as well Armont!"

Vevekera Lelekera: "Ah...rocks. Little rocks. Like when a boot skids against stone." he gestures to his left, and Armont's metal clad foot in response to Hestia.

Denz De'bayle 's eyes subtely look towards Armont, nodding very tensely, before looking back to Jancis.

Carina Roussos: "We can make it a family event."

Jancis Milburga: “Without music, life would be a mistake.” Agreed! We can all make music together!” Jancis beams happily, "It will be so sweet."

Denz De'bayle: “ 'Sweet'. After the first couple of months of off-beat, out-of-tune practice,” Denz grins tauntingly at Jancis Milburga.

Jancis Milburga: "It is that out of tune?"

Carina Roussos: "We have no instruments at our home unfortunately," she laughs some.

Denz De'bayle: “For beginners to the trained ear, aye,” he nods toward her.

Hestia De'bayle: "Can you make moosic, Veve?"

Vevekera Lelekera: "Mm, sadly no. I've only ever practiced magic. I do, however, very much like those who can. It's a very good thing to make music."

Guillemont De'bayle: "I can play the triangle pretty well. Or uh... So I have been told."

Hestia De'bayle smiles widely to him, a small sparkle in her eyes, "I will learn moosic to play for you Veve!"

Jancis Milburga: "That is a most delightful sound, Sir Guillemont."

Denz De'bayle: Aye, -she- had the time given to play well... All those sword swings made you the best damn triangle player we could ask for, though!” Denz shows Guillemont De'bayle his uncontainable jubilation!

Vevekera Lelekera beams right back, "That sounds wonderful. You're a very nice child Hestia. Your parents must be so very proud.”

Hestia De'bayle: "I hope so! I don't know what that means! It sound good," she nods, "what moosic you like?"

Jancis Milburga asks Denz, "You can fix it, yes? And surely we can find a triangle that will be acceptable."

Veverkera Lelekera: "All of it of course!"

Denz De'bayle: We can try. Family-band…”

Jancis Milburga beams with delight at Denz De'bayle.

Denz De'bayle: How have the De'bayles never done that before?

Hestia De'bayle: "I will learn all moosic then!"

Jancis Milburga: "You could learn a Starlight song!" Jancis motions joyfully to Denz De'bayle.

Denz De'bayle: I suppose we had more important things to worry about... Like bread. We could!

Hestia De'bayle: "Star...light?"

Jancis Milburga gets over excited, "And have outfits and dinner and music and stories and a fire in the fireplace."

Vevekera Lelekera: "Right, well. I think it's about time I head off for the evening."

Jancis Milburga: "Just like in the storybooks."

Hestia De'bayle: "Bye-bye Veve! I love you!" she waved.

Denz De'bayle smiles at Jancis, before giving a happy little look to Carina as if to ask "Can we do that?"

Guillemont De'bayle: "I bid you farewell, Vevekera."

Guillemont De'bayle bids farewell to Vevekera Lelekera.

Jancis Milburga: "Travel safely, Lord Vevekera."

Vevekera Lelekera blinks a couple of times, presumably toward Hestia's remark.

Carina Roussos: "You are giving me a look as though I would stop us Denz, of course we can learn that song! I am sure Hestia would love it. And celebrate as well. Rest well Vevekera!"

Vevekera Lelekera: "Ah, right well. Take care you all,” he remarked before swiftly teleporting away on the spot.

Carina Roussos: "Well then, are we ready to go? I am sure Hestia wants to party with Guillemont!"

Jancis Milburga: "A special uncle party?"

Guillemont De'bayle: "He could have just walked..." He looks over to Carina. "Yes, sure. Let's go."

Hestia stayed with Guillemont that evening, and I returned alone. Perhaps I had made him more upset than I had wished... it truly was difficult at time, to try an be honest about my feelings. Most of the time, then tend to upset others around me.

#Journal #Hestia De'bayle #De'bayle #jancis milburga #Vevekera Lelekera

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artsvark · 6 years

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Countdown to Woodlands Dairy Showtime revue

Bob Eveleigh writes: With a new naming rights sponsor, Woodlands Dairy, the cast of the 28th annual Showtime Awards Revue are in final rehearsals.

The show, Let the Good Times Roll, opens on Monday, January 22, at the Little Theatre in Port Elizabeth at 19:00.

It is the first time that Woodlands Dairy, which markets First Choice products and annually gives back substantially on the social upliftment front in its home area of Humansdorp, supporting 21 non-profit local organisations financially, will be spreading its wings into the arts and culture area.

As in the past two years, the Port Elizabeth Musical and Dramatic Society (Pemads) will be collaborating in co-presenting the stage production in the theatre that was its home for the first 11 years of its existence.

Siobhan Day is directing and choreographing the 28th annual Woodlands Dairy Showtime revue, Let The Good Times Roll, in Port Elizabeth’s Pemads Little Theatre from January 22 to 27.

Let the Good Times Roll is once more devised and written by Executive Producer Bob Eveleigh, in yet another different distinctive style especially related to the comedy. with Siobhan Day stepping up from her maiden Showtime choreographic outing last year to make her adult theatre bow as a director, as well as staging the dance and movement routines. Simo’ne Buchner, Principal of the Ellen Bunting Dance Academy, as was the case last year, will stage the tap routines.

Day will be mentored as director by Marlene Pieterse, with Wayne Hughes returning as Musical and Vocal Director.

Rocky Mann and Lance Bright again function as technical consultants, with Mari Sharp designing the lighting and Steven van der Merwe designing sound, provided by Clear as a Bell.

This edition of the annual young talent development musical comedy revue will salute the 1950s, a decade that has come to be known as the brightest in US showbiz history, including numbers made famous by such stars as Teresa Brewer, Patti Page, Doris Day, Julie London, Connie Francis and many others, while the males include Nat “King” Cole, Pat Boone, Elvis Presley, Sammy Davis Junior, Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra.

The Broadway and Hollywood hits to be saluted include Singin’ in the Rain, The Bandwagon, My Fair Lady, The Pajama Game, West Side Story and Bye Bye Birdie, a 1960s Great White Way success.

The period also saw the initial birth of rock ‘n roll with such stars as Bill Haley and the Comets, Buddy Holly, Presley and Boone and featured the start of Frank Sinatra’s amazing second rise to fame, while the comedy gems come from the one-liners of ’50s headliners Bob Hope, Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis, Groucho Marx and Phyllis Diller.

The company of 22 includes a bright core cast of five girls and two boys (average age 17 years) plus five dancers and 10 pupils from Charlo Primary School and five guest stars, Tara-Jane Stern, Arthur Daniels, Serene Escola and speciality dancers Roche Merrick and Rebekah Calitz, in jive and tango routines.

Let the Good Times Roll will run from Monday, January 22, to Saturday, January 27, with all performances at 19:30, except the opening night, which is at 19:00, as will be the Junior Woodlands Dairy First Choice Awards Ceremonies on Tuesday, January 23, (high and primary school productions) and the main awards on Friday, January 26.

Booking, which will be with Phrosne Phillips on e-mail [email protected], will open on Thursday, January 11. In general, admission costs R70 for adults and R50 for senior citizens, students and children.

Usually, with Woodlands Dairy Showtime booking, any form of voucher or invitation letter is only exchangeable at the Computicket box office at the PE Opera House, but with that theatre closed until January 18, this year booking can also only be done, regardless of type of reservation, by e-mailing Phrosne.

Tickets for the awards nights on Tuesday, January 23 (Juniors) and Friday, January 26 (Seniors), are priced at R70 throughout the house and the performance on Monday, January 22, is a private house for Senior Citizens Residences. The Thursday of the run is a sponsors and patrons night, but some public seats are available at R50.00.

For the two public main nights, on Wednesday, January 24, and Saturday, January 27, admission will cost R70 for adults and R50 for senior citizens, students and children.

Vouchers are obtainable, as usual, from company members at slightly reduced pricing of R60 and R40.

Showtime is supporting the Animal Welfare Society in this 28th year and so anyone attending any performance during the season is invited to bring along tins or packets of dog or cat food and deposit this in the receptacle placed in the theatre foyer for this purpose.

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