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secretlystephaniebrown · 9 months

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I Read Nearly Every Appearance of the Lazarus Pit Before Flashpoint and All I Got Was A Headache: A Meta Commentary

So! The Lazarus Pit!

The Lazarus Pit is obviously an iconic part of the Batman Franchise. We encounter it everywhere, from the Under the Red Hood movie, to the Lazarus Planet event which just ended.

But has the Lazarus Pit always been this way?

It's comics. Of course not.

Very long comic rant with citations below!

The Nu52 and following reboots obviously overhauled Lazarus Lore so completely they're functionally a different thing, so I'm not talking about them. Today, instead, we're talking about post-crisis/pre-Flashpoint Lazarus Pits, their contradictions, and what we can make of them.

The Lazarus Pits have been around nearly as long as Ra's and Talia have been, and even before they appeared, it was clear that Ra's had some method of extending his life.

Batman (1940-2011) #235

The first Lazarus Pit itself seems to be in a chalet in Switzerland, and it's very different than what we will later associate it as. It is instead, a mortuary slab that lowers itself into a pit of "bubbling liquid"

Batman (1940-2011) #243

In these early versions, the Lazarus Pit is portrayed as a medical invention that Ra's has used to extend his life.

It is shown to have consequences, which fandom has, of course, latched onto.

Batman (1940-2011) #244

Here, we see the Lazarus Madness described as including "the strength of ten men", and he is able to be able to resist nearly all attacks from Batman and Lo Ling.

In addition, Ra's claims that he has used the pit too often, which is shown to be the driving force behind his interest in Bruce and his legacy.

Batman (1940-2011) #244

Later appearances of Ra's and the pit throughout this era add a few more interesting tidbits.

He claims that only he can use the Lazarus Pit... but puts Talia in it in that same issue, claiming that it's okay if it's just a quick dip.

Batman (1940-2011) #335

Is Ra's lying about no one else being able to use the pit? Almost certainly. He will start putting anyone he wants into the pit soon enough.

Those with a keen eye might notice that the Lazarus Pit is already going through some aesthetic changes: we're still seeing a slab being lowered into a small pit, but now the liquid within is orange! This will come up a lot!

Next up we have the storyline Grant Morrison refused to read: Son of the Demon.

In Son of the Demon, Ra's claims that there was an earlier version of the Pit, before the final version Bruce has already encountered. In this version, he claims that Mellisande, Talia's mother, was pushed into this proto-pit, and it killed her.

Batman: Son of the Demon (1987)

Denny O'Neil will later retcon this in 1993, claiming that Talia's mother died of a drug overdose, and Ra's refused to bring her back.

But it is consistent in early versions of the story that Lazarus Pits, if not entered with proper care and with the right preparations, can be dangerous.

Bride of the Demon is the next storyline, and Ra's BRINGS the Lazarus Pits in this one. Ra's finds himself a hot MILF girlfriend and puts her in the Pit to make her younger so she can give him kids.

Batman: Bride of the Demon (1990)

This Lazarus Pit is shown to be more experimental than past versions, with Ra's and Dr. Weltmann attempting to prevent the Lazarus Madness factor.

Ra's later puts a child in the pit as a bribe to his father, but the kid had possibly been dead too long, and it was hinted there were going to be long-term consequences for the actions... which were dropped. As was the wife, who was supposedly pregnant at the end of this story. Comics!

This is the first time that limits on the Lazarus Pit are presented, but it is certainly not the last. This idea that there's an upper limit on how long someone can be dead for before a Lazarus Pit doesn't do anything will come back again.

Batman: Birth of the Demon finally brings in a more mystical aspect to the Lazarus Pits, which so far have been vaguely scientific. In this story, we are introduced to the fact that Lazarus Pits are located on the convergence points of leylines (which in-universe have something to do with the electro-magnetic field). Ra's's approximate age is revealed, and it is shown that Bruce and Ra's have been fighting a real-estate battle over sites where Lazarus Pits can be built.

Batman: Birth of the Demon (1992)

In flashbacks, we learn that Ra's figured out how to build a Lazarus Pit, and was not actually the first person to use it. Instead, it was for the son of the Sultan Ra's worked for as a physician.

After the Sultan's son went mad, killed Sora, and blamed Ra's for it, Ra's had his vengeance... by putting the son in a false Lazarus Pit.

This pit was sabotaged by not being built on a Leyline. So uh... be careful with those, I guess!

So in short: by the end of this era of Denny O'Neil/Mike Barr Lazarus Lore, we know that anyone can use a Lazarus Pit, but Ra's controls them with his knowledge of how to create them. Bruce can find where they should be by tracking leylines, and will pass this knowledge on to others over time.

We then enter a new era! The Chuck Dixon era, to be specific.

Chuck Dixon has surprisingly few retcons for us. We first really encounter his take on Lazarus Lore in his mini series Bane of the Demon, where Bane works with Ra's and co.

We get a brief recap of the lore here:

Batman: Bane of the Demon #3 (1998)

We are now introduced to an interesting new layer: the Lazarus Pits can be predicted, not just detected. Ra's has headquarters set up all over the world, in places where Lazarus Pits not only are, but will be. Some pit locations appear to remain the same throughout the years (Ra's has built numerous pits on the location of the first site: at least three that we know of), but generally, Lazarus Pits seem to be a one-time deal.

Ra's clearly has dedicated most of his life to these pits; to acquiring their locations, to predicting where they will be, experimenting with how to make them better... so obviously, he guards the formula for how to make them extremely closely, right?

Well. Not according to Chuck.

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight (1989-2007) #145

And if you've noticed that head of green hair on the ground there, that's right folks! BRUCE WAYNE PUT A DEAD JOKER IN A LAZARUS PIT HE MADE HIMSELF.

Bruce justifies it by telling Alfred that if he does this, it means Ra's can't use it later. However, it does not change the fact that Bruce put the Joker in a Lazarus Pit. No I'm not going to be over this ever. Jason might have a point, actually.

Ra's decides, after this, that he wants another wife. And he picks Dinah Lance! But whoops, as it happens, Dinah was tortured and can't have kids (also lost her Canary Cry), way back in Green Arrow, before Ollie died! So Ra's decides to throw her in a Lazarus Pit. It... doesn't go well. Lazarus Madness + Restored Canary Cry = one destroyed building.

Birds of Prey (1999-2009) #33

Oh look! We've got locations! And of course every other Lazarus Pit we've seen or will see except Birth of the Demon is nowhere near any of these convergence points!

So! To recap the current state of the lore: Lazarus Pits are a combination of science and magic. They are an alchemical creation, built on leyline nodes. Generally, they are one-use only, or at least they require centuries to be re-usable. They can resurrect the newly-dead, but but Ra's is very cautious about letting other people use them, probably because he's a control freak, and he doesn't have too many of them left.

We depart the Dixon era and enter... the Nyssa Raatko era.

Nyssa is introduced in Death and the Maidens, with Greg Rucka, who is a huge fan of Denny O'Neil, still sticking pretty close to the original lore.

Here, we see that Bruce has still been on his kick of preventing Ra's from building more Lazarus Pits by buying up real estate where they could be. This forced Ra's to try to reconcile with his daughter Nyssa, who he gave a Lazarus Pit to sometime in the 1700s.

Batman: Death and the Maidens (2003-2004) #1

"But hey!" I can hear you say. "Isn't part of the thing that you mentioned earlier is that they're one-use?"

Well they are! For Ra's.

Nyssa, however, is a smart lady.

Nyssa, at some point in her life, figured out how to make a Lazarus Pit reusable. So she's been getting a lot of mileage out of this baby, and has been since the 1700s.

This story also presents an explanation for why the Lazarus Pit is sometimes green and sometimes orange: Nyssa's is orange and Ra's has green ones. I guess maybe the earlier orange pits that Ra's had were him trying to make them reusable like Nyssa? Hmm.

Batman: Death and the Maidens (2003-2004) #4

When questioned about it, Nyssa tells Talia that there used to be more pits, so he was less protective of them when he gave her this one.

Batman: Death and the Maidens (2003-2004) #6

At the end of this storyline, Ra's is dead, Nyssa is the new Ra's al Ghul, and according to Bruce, she has the only Lazarus Pit left.

Batman: Death and the Maidens (2003-2004) #9

Nyssa pops up again in Batgirl, facing off against Cass, and brags about her special pit again. Cass and Shiva both get dips in it. Fun times!

Batgirl (2000-2006) #69

Yes, the torture hooks are a reoccurring feature of Nyssa's pit. I don't know why.

But wait! A brief interlude!

Jason Todd came back to comics in a storyline: Under the Hood, in 2005, which wrapped up in 2006. We weren't told how Jason came back in the story itself, but a few months after Under the Hood ended, we get Batman Annual #25, which shows Talia shoving Jason into a Lazarus Pit while Ra's was using it.

Batman Annual #25 (2006)

There's no discussion about if this is a weird dip. He's got brain activity again though!

This is revisited again in Red Hood: The Lost Days, but it doesn't really add anything from the point of Lazarus Lore, except that Ra's posits that Jason, having already been resurrected, could have suffered some long-term consequences, unlike literally anyone else who had a dip.

Red Hood: The Lost Days (2010-2011) #2

Anyways, enough Jason! Nyssa gets killed off-page in OYL, so she's gone now, Talia's running the show and oh fuck it's Morrison-era. And Morrison never bothered to read any other Ra's or Talia story because it wasn't Silver Age or something. So... retcon time!

The Resurrection of Ra's al Ghul attempts to retell Birth of the Demon, but with a few retcons. The pits were discovered, not made, being the official point in which the Lazarus Pits become purely magical phenomena, rather than a work of alchemy.

Batman Annual #26 (2007)

Bruce also mentions that the Pits are connected to actual waterways, which is a massive difference from the shallow pits from earlier eras.

This era does however confirm the concept that older bodies, further along in the decay process, probably shouldn't be dipped in the Lazarus Pit. At least, Dick convinced Tim of this fact after a little while.

(Also White Ghost wants a perfectly healthy, alive Tim to bathe in the Lazarus Pit, and this is never explained. Maybe it was a distraction?)

Nightwing (1996-2009) #139

In this era, and the Batman: Reborn era following it, the Lazarus Pits are pretty absent, but the few references we do get from this point forward (including in Red Hood: The Lost Days, which are published in 2010-2011), tend to use the Morrison-era canon that the pits are natural. And also we're back to having a lot of them, instead of just Nyssa's singular one in the Balkans, and, since Ra's has a new young(er) body, there's no sense of urgency to buy up/prevent him from making new pits. Potentially, Dusan/White Ghost took advantage of the fact that the Bats thought Ra's was dead to buy back the real-estate and make new pits, but that's using the pre-Morrison lore. I guess in Morrison era, the Bats just... don't know where Pits are until they find one, and then they blow it up.

We also no longer see any one-time-use limitations. One could assume that Talia figured out the formula Nyssa used to keep the pits reusable and told Ra's, if we're trying to merge the canons.

And that's not even counting whatever is happening in the post-Flashpoint era. Lazarus Planet gives me a headache. Let's not talk about it just now.

Anyways, in short: I think the artificial, single-use Lazarus Pits are way more fun. But anyways, here's the citations to help you decide what YOU think Lazarus Lore should be!

#Steph Speaks #Steph Reads Comics #The Lazarus Pit #Ra's al Ghul #Bruce Wayne #Talia al Ghul #Bane #Nyssa Raatko #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Dick Grayson #Barbara Gordon #I had more images but there's a 30 image cap so you guys don't get to see Ted and Babs dealing with Lazarus Mad-Dinah #DC #I will go back and add the rest of the image descriptions

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 9 months

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the busted engine

lilac, chapter one

a/n: the plot of this series came to me like fucking lightning, essentially all at once with how quick it fell into place. sometimes it's like that, sometimes magic happens in your brain. I hope you all enjoy this ride as much as I am having writing it. get ready for everything, because I've got twenty chapters planned out and ready, and spoiler, they aren't all just gonna be insanely wholesome small town cuteness... we getting angsty... we getting the drama.... but most of all, we be getting slutty. strap in folks.

summary: “I, um,” your eyes briefly flickered to the bundles of firewood needly stacked in the back of the pickup, “my car broke down and my phone conveniently also decided to run out of battery, so, uh, could I perhaps borrow yours just a moment? I just need it to make one call, that’s it.”

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, lumberjack AU, pete castiglione era, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, slow burn, car trouble, meet cute

word count: 2674

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Your vision couldn’t help but linger every time it drifted over your hands gripping the steering wheel. The immense weight the sight of your bare ring finger lifted off your shoulders was so overwhelming that you found yourself fighting tears from blurring the road before you.

The sun was beginning to set as you had been driving all day long, not stopped for even a second to let the gravitas sink in of what you’d done at the crack of dawn.

The fear of Preston stirring from his slumber and finding you in the midst of sneaking out still hadn’t settled within your gut. Your paranoid brain still compelled you to check the rear-view mirror every couple of seconds just in case the sleek sportscar of your former fiancé would appear.

You had finally done what he had drilled into your mind you weren’t capable of. You’d left him for good.

Equipped with only a small backpack of your belongings, the last thing you’d done before sneaking out of the apartment had been to toss the ring he had so insistently forced upon your finger into the trash.

Ripping you out of your cloudy thoughts, your car suddenly began to cough like a mythical monster that was dying.

“Oh shit…” you felt the vehicle begin to slow as ominous smoke started to billow out from under the hood. Mindful of the bushy pine trees framing the road, you guided it to the edge just in time before it gave out.

Stepping out with an exhausted sigh, you promptly cracked the front open to take a look, though what you saw within didn’t soothe your worries as all of the fumes oozing out only made the broken engine look like that much more of a mess.

“Fucking great,” you mumbled heatedly, fiercely slamming the hood shut in an effort to relieve some of your abundant stress. Curving back around, you swung the passenger side open and rummaged for your phone, though when you located it, the only solution it flashed you was a blinking red battery icon before the screen went completely black, “seriously?”

Not knowing if you were about to scream or burst into tears, you chucked it back inside before hurling your spine against the side of the car, leaning against it as you cursed up at the grey sky.

Was this the universe showing its true bias? You’d hoped that was the one thing money couldn’t buy, but perhaps you were wrong, just like he always said you were. Perhaps it would be best if you went back to the city. His reaction towards a stunt like this couldn’t be that bad compared to what you had endured before, could it?

The sound of another vehicle cresting the thicket on the rural road caught your ears and you turned your head to see a navy-blue truck appear.

Your hand shot up to wave it down before you could even ponder the action. Fearing that it was a lost cause by the speed the driver was going at, it caught you by surprise as it suddenly came to a halt a ways in front of you.

“Are you alright, ma'am?” the driver asked as he slammed his door shut behind him. The tall man certainly looked like the type to call the area his home. Dark beard scraggly and hair in unkept waves long enough to tickle the furrow lines decorating his forehead, his wide palm traced the lines of the truck as he made his way towards you.

“I, um,” your eyes briefly flickered to the bundles of firewood needly stacked in the back of the pickup, “my car broke down and my phone conveniently also decided to run out of battery, so, uh, could I perhaps borrow yours just a moment? I just need it to make one call, that’s it.”

Eyeing your busted vehicle a moment, his low timbre then rumbled out once more, “sure,” as he reached into his pocket and fished out his telephone.

“Thank you so much,” seizing it, you swiftly clicked it to life, “you have no idea what a lifesaver you are–, oh fuck,” your vision zeroed in on the lack of bars in the uppermost corner, “of course there’s no fucking services out here,” your eyes briefly screwed shut and your jaw clenched in an effort not to scream, “it’s fine, it’s fine! I’ll just walk then!” you tried not the throw it as you handed the phone back to the helpful stranger, “I’m sorry that you had to stop for nothing, but thank you anyways.”

Swinging your door open to yank out your stuff, the stranger’s feet stayed fast, “what direction are you headed?”

“Dunbrook,” you answered as your body folded to reach your tossed telephone.

“You wanna catch a ride?” he unexpectedly offered, causing you to bump your head on the roof of the car.

“Ow–, what?” you blinked back at him through the windshield as your hand shot up to rub the top of your now sore head, “no, I couldn’t… I–, uh, I kinda recognise this area, the town is not too far from here, so I can walk, it’s fine.”

“Yeah, but it’ll properly still take you all night. Please, it’s no bother, I’m headed in that direction anyways.”

Gnawing at your bottom lip, you slowly retracted out of the vehicle, “you sure?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, attempting a faint smile in order to soften his gruff and intimidating features.

“Alright,” swinging your backpack on you slammed your busted car shut, “thank you.”

Sliding into the passenger seat, you clicked on the seatbelt and slotted your bag between your legs. Fiddling tensely with the straps for a moment, it dawned on you how your sleeves were still rolled all the way up to your elbows from when you had checked under the hood. Pulse instantly picking up and thumping in your ears, you hastily tugged them back down to cover the lavender bruises peaking out.

Had he noticed?

Hearing the door slam to your left, being too caught up in your own mess, it only caused your form to jump in the seat.

Trying to play it off as nothing, you attempted a casual, “I’m Y/n by the way,” though your voice came out much more strangled than you’d intended.

Catching your flickering eye a moment before turning the key, he likewise enlightened, “Pete.”

Your bottom lip didn’t escape the prison of your teeth the entire ride, gnawing subconsciously at it as you purposely stare out at the wild flora you passed in order to not look at the advantageous stranger.

Though after you passed the crooked sign welcoming you back to your small hometown, Pete’s gruff voice broke the silence.

“So, where can I drop you off?”

“The inn,” you turned your head to inform him, “the Lilac Inn, if you know where that is.”

“Yeah, I know it,” he nodded, sucking in a knowing breath as if he didn’t need any more information to figure you out, “so you’re a tourist? One of those nature people who come out here to hike or something?”

“Not exactly,” was all the explanation you offer as you watched the familiar scenery come into view.

Dunbrook. To call it a town was very generous indeed as the whole population could properly fit under the same roof if they really wanted to, and they often did. The rolling fields of wildlife that surrounded the village also divided and broke up the infrastructure of the old settlement, causing most of the homes and businesses to not all the clustered together as you had grown accustomed to seeing after moving to a metropolis as vast as New York.

Every familiar structure rolling by evoked memories long ago buried and forgotten. The corner where you fell learning how to ride a bike. The quaint general store where you once stole a lollipop, walked for all of 48 seconds before turning right back and apologising to the owner with tears in your eyes. But most of all, the large Victorian structure at the bottom of the tiny town by far held the fondest of memories in your heart.

The dust puffed up around the truck as you rolled down the narrow dirt road, the bushy lilac trees that flourished all over the property haven not quite yet come into bloom, yet still forewarned your destination that already peaked over the tops.

“Here it is,” Pete exhaled as the car came to a stop before the vast veranda, “the Lilac Inn.”

Eyes glued to your childhood home, you stepped out of the truck, “thank you,” slamming the door shut, you turned to add awkwardly through the rolled down window, “and also thank you for not turning out to be an axe murderer or something,” a nervous laugh swiftly bubbling out at the notion.

Glancing back at your bumbling form, he simply flashed you a tight-lipped smile and said, “you have a good trip, ma'am.”

“You too–, I mean, you have a good, uhm, rest of your life,” you fumbled as your feet slowly backed up, “it was nice meeting you, Pete.”

“Yeah, you too,” he just managed to reply before you spun your mortified flush away from his stare and scurried up the steps of the porch.

Pushing the creaky, stained glass adorn front door open, you tiptoed inside.

The lighting dim and the atmosphere nothing short of comforting, a smile finally bloomed upon your lips as you let out the breath you’d been holding for who knows how long.

Peeking around the corner into one of the sitting rooms, you only spotted one patron sitting by the small round table next to the crackling fireplace, working away at a puzzle. Either the others had gone to bed already or this fellow was the only one staying here.

“Excuse me,” you gently interrupted from the archway, “would you happen to know where the owner, Harvey, is–”

Though before you managed to get out the remainder of the sentence, a bustle from the kitchen answered your question for you, “every time I forget to whisk long enough and every time I say it’s gonna be different, but this time I mean it!”

Sharing a knowing look with the guest, you chuckle, “never mind…”

“This time I won't just stop when my arm feels like it’s gonna fall off,” even though it was clear he was talking to himself, his usual vibrato still carried, “oh no, no, you just wait and see how light and fluffy you turn out this time, cake!”

Poking your head through the ajar door, you spotted the familiar greying man grumbling into the contents of the bowl he was furiously beating with a whisk.

“Dad?”

Nearly jumping out of his skin, your father gasped, whisk jolting upright as he laid his eyes upon you, subsequently splattering some batter across the kitchen, back near the sink, “Y/n?” he exclaimed, his eyes growing to the size of saucers, “is that really you? Is my little baby girl really standing in my kitchen or is this a hallucination?”

“Hi,” your head tilted in a soft chuckle.

Starring at you as if you were just a newborn puppy, “oh, come here, munchkin and give your pops a hug!” the moustachioed man’s arms went wide and pulled you in, dripping whisk still in his hand as he blubbered into your hair, “ah, I’ve missed you so much,” squeezing your form in the magical way that only parents could, “I haven’t heard from you in, well I don’t even know how long, that’s how long and if you ask me then that’s too long,” he pulled back, cupping your cheek as he gazed at you, “you don’t write, you don’t call.”

“Not true, I do write,” you corrected him light-heartedly, “and you don’t have a cellphone.”

“Well, there’s the telephone out in reception, why would I need more?” he shrugged, lending you to then slip out of his grip, swiftly boosting your own form to hop onto one of the empty counters, “also, your last letter was 10 months ago.”

“No, it wasn’t, was it?” you gasped, thinking back.

“You can check the date, they’re still in the cookie tin up there,” he gestured to one of the top shelves before reuniting the whisk in his grip with the large bowl on the table.

Only briefly glancing up at the enamel box, you already knew that you didn’t wanna revisit them. However vague the letters were, which they always were, you were still certain that they’d have the power to send you right back there into Preston’s iron fist, even though you’d never even mentioned him once in all the years you’d been with him. They only ever really contained small talk and pleasantries, never about something so personal as to whom you were dating, but you also didn’t share at all as things took a turn for the worse, when you were in so deep that you felt like you couldn’t escape. Perhaps it was out of pride, perhaps it was to shield him from the truth, or maybe even in a way yourself, not admitting to the fiend you had welcomed into your own bed, creating some false reality as a coping mechanism.

Averting your gaze, you then uttered softly, “I’m really sorry dad,” gliding your right thumb over the jagged edge of the counter as you gripped onto it with both fists.

“Ah, it’s fine,” he waved a hand, “you’re young, out there living your life. You shouldn’t have to check in with your father every few seconds. I am aware that you’re 29 after all. Although, you know I wouldn’t be a pose to just a little bit more…” he winked, playfully bumping the side of his hip against your shin before picking up the speed of the whisk once more, “so, did I forget it’s my birthday or did you just miss your old man?” his jovial glance flickered between you and the batter.

“Can I stay here a while? I just need some place to,” lay low, “figure things out, you know?”

Whisk halting, his gaze upon you grew in concern, “of course you can, honey. Is everything okay? What’s wrong?”

“I’m okay, I just–, uh… needed a change,” not looking him in the eye, you spoke, “I don’t know to where or what I’m gonna do next, but I do know that I don’t wanna go back,” you felt a lump of emotion swell up in your throat, “and I won’t just stay here for free, I’ll pay you rent,” you tried to appease the stubborn sensation of being a nuance to everyone, even to your own kin, “though I don’t really have any money right now, so I’d have to get a job first, but that’s fine, I’ll figure something out–”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous,” your father cut you off, “you can stay here as long as you want, it never stopped being your home even when you moved away. Still keep your room exactly the same, just in case,” he offered you a warm smile, his silver moustache stretching wider, “how about you just give me a hand around here, huh?”

“Alright,” you exhaled, “deal.”

His grin turning more mischievous, he then noted slyly, “you know I’ve always dreamed of you taking over this place one day, running the family business…”

Rolling your eyes, you chuckled, “not this again…”

“Just think about, you could–”

“Dad, I’m not gonna take over the inn! Running a place like this isn’t what it used to be back when your parents opened it up. You might have always been dead set on taking over it, but I haven’t.”

“I know, I know,” he gracefully backed down again as he always did, “you want adventure, isn’t that what you called it when you went away for college?”

Adventure… it was that kind of philosophy that had sent an innocent young girl into the arms of a devil…

#lea’s writing #lilac series #lumberjack!frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle imagine #frank castle x you #frank castle x y/n #frank castle x female reader #frank castle x fem!reader #frank castle x f!reader #frank castle fic #the punisher fic #frank castle fanfiction #the punisher x reader #frank castle fluff #frank castle series #frank castle angst #lumberjack au #frank castle hurt/comfort

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fairytale-poll · 8 months

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SEMI-FINALS! MATCH 1 OUT OF 2

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Red Hood:

she’s red riding hood but CYBERPUNK. and she’s part of the REBELLION. she’s can hack MILITARY tech in a matter of moments. she uses her WOLF VIRUS to hack into CROWN VEHICLES and RIDE THEM INTO BATTLE. she REPURPOSED a GOVERNMENT VIRUS into a weapon to HURT THEM. her GRANDMOTHER was killed by the corrupt government virus that she has since TAMED and uses it AGAINST them. her fiction (this is canon!): https://themechanisms.com/fiction/what-big-eyes/

mechs fans need a win methinks. my mutual told me to go submit red but i also have very strong opinions on her because this entire album makes me insane. red started as a young 12 year old hacker who eventually put her skills to the test when a government-made computer virus (called the wolf virus) went rogue and unplugged her grandmother from life support. (the wolf virus was initially intended to figure out what wasn’t necessary for the war and divert power to weapons instead. it went rogue and started going after people who would never be able to help the war [ie disabled and elderly]). so red FOUGHT IT OFF ON HER OWN and TAMED IT. so then she essentially had a weapon designed to take down crown weapons and vehicles. so she joined the war effort and fought for brutal 30 years. it’s unclear whether she survived the final battle, but i think she deserves to take the win. also. she’s in space. she’s cyberpunk. she’s part of a retold fairytale cast BUT IN A COSMIC WAR. it’s like if star wars was actually good.

Cerise Hood:

She’s the child of the red riding hood and the big bad wolf. Don’t question it to okay. Also she was the first character I thought of when I saw this!

She’s the daughter of red riding hood and the big bad wolf! She’s a werewolf!

Love her design very much. She gets a lot of great outfits. Also, another version of Red Riding Hood that incorporates both the girl and the wolf together.

1: ever after high was iconic and amazing and so well written and i'm really bitter that it was cancelled so i think cerise deserves this win (i do too) 2: her design is really good. like no one else could EVER if you ask me 3: wolf girl. do i NEED to say more. ...honestly, my brain cannot bring out any more words so fingers crossed someone else submits her and she gets some ACTUAL GOOD propaganda (sorry cerise forgive me)

She’s a badass red riding hood with a secret (her dad is the big bad wolf)

She's the daughter of Red Riding Hood and the Wolf, so she has wolf ears and is really strong. She's supposed to be the next Red Riding Hood so she should count.

She's the daughter of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf making her a daughter of forbidden love and thus a double representation of Little Red Riding Hood's age-old story of maturity and adolescence.

She's really cool! She was born from a forbidden romance between the wolf (don't worry he turns into a human lmao) and Little Red Riding Hood and has to hide her heritage from other people which I think is really interesting. Also her hood is really pretty.

She's the daughter of red riding hood and is meant to take over that role when it's her time

she slays so hard!! while technically shes not THE little red riding hood, she is her daughter and the FUTURE little red riding hood. shes also half wolf, which is really cool!! and yea. she slays.

idk she’s just cool & definitely gay

She’s meant to be the next Red Riding Hood but her whole bit is that not only is her mom Red Riding Hood, her father is the Big Bad Wolf and she needs to keep it a secret. The best of both worlds. The tween girls went crazy for the wolf thing. Had a pretty doll and cool outfits. Has an older sister who’s meant to be the next Big Bad Wolf (Ramona Badwolf) who she comes into conflict with. Identity crisis! She was everything to eleven year old me

She’s half wolf, she has cool white streaks in her hair, she’s a jock with super speed and I like her a lot.

she turned me lesbian.

Fan favourite, my first lesbian crush on a character

She is a daughter of previous Little Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf, how cool is that

She’s a furry yeuwu

she’s the daughter of red riding hood and the big bad wolf. she’s a wolf girl. i love her

#red riding poll #semi-finals #poll tournament #poll bracket #character polls #polls #red riding hood #little red riding hood #red hood #once upon a time in space #once upon a time (in space)#the mechanisms #cerise hood #ever after high

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sp-acearts · 6 months

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realized i never posted these johns I drew? I was gonna wait till I drew more of them but I never got around to it

[ID: Two digital drawings of John Doe. The left is a bust, showing him as wearing a mouthless white mask topped with six gold wings and a stylized sun. Around his neck is a mane that looks like a galaxy, floating up similar to fire. Golden wings drape over his shoulders as a cloak. The right is a full body of John as a figure in a yellow cloak. Under his hood is a pallid mask with four wings covering his eyes, joined in a sun icon. The top ends in five tapered spikes that resemble a crown. He's wearing a large, dark red twenties-style cocoon coat with a thick fur lining wrapped over his shoulders. His cloak comes down to pool at his feet, splitting in the middle to show a purple-black dress underneath with a wavy bottom edge. One hand, gloved in white and clawed, is pointing off-screen to the right, while he leans towards the left. /end ID.]

#malevolent podcast #john doe malevolent #malevolent art #sp art #I have unfortunately burnt out of malev a bit and haven’t heard the last few eps but. look at him.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 8 months

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Jamil, Idia: Desires so Deep

Ignore me getting a late start on this new birthday series 💀 (Got busy with irl stuff!!)

Oddly enough, the vignettes don’t mention Jamil’s birthday at all; they’re at the National Art Museum in the Land of Dawning to celebrate its 100th anniversary. It seems this new series (Platinum Jacket) will have vignettes with more focus on how the boys relate to and what they think about important historical figures in Twisted Wonderland!

… Also, the fact that the book 7 part 5 update came out a few days before Jamil’s birthday… and then his vignettes go and show a Maleficent painting in them… Yeah 😭 but what’s even funnier to me is that Idia calls Jamil a chuunibyou WHich iS SO ACCURATE, THANK YoU fOR CALLinG HIS ASS OuT, KING 🙏 What is Jamil doing in that sussy Groovy if not being a chunni…

A Tale as Old as Time.

Contained within a shining platinum frame was an illustration of a starry scene. A man in a fine white turban crowned by a single violet plume. A woman, perched on a balcony, in a refreshing blue-green, a jasmine flower set into her long, dark braid.

They stared longingly into each other’s eyes, conveying an emotion not spoken aloud. No words were needed for what they had: a love so tender it made the night weep. The stars into glittering tears sliding down the face of darkness.

Standing before the painting of the happy couple, Jamil folded his arms and frowned.

… Can feelings truly defy social status?

"A street rat marrying a princess… Hah."

His fingers curled to fists, digging into the pristine white fabric of his suit. Jamil's expression remained neutral, no hint of the bitterness brewing within. He was a master of leashing it.

What nonsense. I doubt their happiness lasted long. The difference in their standing is far too vast to be bridged.

Jamil lowered his gaze and looked away.

Adjacent to the loving pair was a spindly man with a curled goatee. His crimson and black headdress resembled the flared hood of a desert viper—a look iconic to the Sorcerer of the Sands. He gleefully clasped a golden oil lamp in his long, bony fingers. A remarkable achievement, an item he had been searching his entire life for.

Now, here was a great man. Someone who had slaved away and earned his reputation, climbed in social ranks on merit alone. The Sorcerer of the Sands would die a highly accomplished man, advisor to a sultan, renown scholar mage, and seeker of truth.

The very symbol of Scarabia’s spirit of deliberation.

"Jamil-shi?"

The voice was soft and nervous, like that of a specter not yet parted from this world. A faint blue glow fell upon the Sorcerer of the Sands.

Jamil turned, releasing a sigh when he realized who had appeared beside him. "... Oh. It's you, Idia-senpai."

"Eeep!" His upperclassman jumped at the mention of his name. He clung to the doorway, and anxiety evident on his pale face.

"Well? Don't let my presence deter you from appreciating the artwork."

"N-No, that's okay!! It was getting to be too crowded in the main hall, so I wanted to dip and take a breather somewhere quiet to let my stamina recharge... b-but that's completely pointless if other people are still around!"

"You won't even notice me. I not a snake—I don't bite," Jamil insisted flatly. Not unless I want to. "You look suspicious lurking in the doorframe. You may as well come in."

Left with no other choice, Idia awkwardly shuffled into the exhibit.

He positioned himself a good distance away from Jamil, not saying so much as a word as he stared at an ornate figure of a broad-bodied ape. Its lips were twisted into a grotesquely wide smile.

Nestled in the monkey’s palms was a massive red jewel, glistening even in the scarce light. Idia's own terrified reflection bounced back at him in the gem’s many facets.

"Can't believe I got dragged out for this," the third year grumbled under his breath. "I-I wanted to go to that pop-up Sled Over Heels collab cafe with the walk-in museum... Instead I have to be here and gawk at the same pictures I've seen over and over again in magic history textbooks... Aaah, it totally doesn't compare at all to cute anime girls pouring all their passion into the artful sport of sledding!"

Some small, fragmented part of Jamil grimaced at the disrespect, try as he might to close off his ears, to not engage. No good ever comes of provoking a stubborn mule, he chided himself.

But the devil on his left shoulder pounced.

"Idia-senpai," Jamil spoke carefully, a slight edge to his voice. It made the hairs on the back of Idia's neck stand at attention. "Are you not a fan of this style of artwork? Or is it the subject matter you find distasteful?"

His upperclassmen startled. Horrified as the realization that Jamil had heard his every complaint, the tips of his flaming hair colored pink.

"W-Well... I'm not exactly a buff for this kind of thing," Idia stuttered. "It's ancient history. Been there, don’t that. Th-There's really no point in being on that grind cycle if it all just amounts to the same ending anyway. That's basically all history is, anyway."

Jamil bristled—though he took care to not let it show. "I beg to differ. The story of the Sorcerer of the Sands defies such paltry notions. He struggled much in his life, even served under a carefree, incompetent sultan that barely listened to a work he said.”

I know what that’s like.

“Jamil…!”

A smile he thoroughly detested flashed in his mind. So big and pearly and irritating as he offered him his hand.

“Let’s start over. We can be rivals… but we can be friends too.”

But that boy was a fool.

Feelings can’t trump social status. Not then, not now. Not ever.

“And yet it was thanks to his contributions that he is remembered today as one of the greatest men to have ever lived. The Sorcerer of the Sands was able to break free and live as he desired. He acquired the Genie of the Lamp and phenomenal cosmic power. He decided his own destiny.”

"Uweh, sounds like he's your kami-oshi, Jamil-shi... I guess it makes sense though, since you and the Sorcerer of the Sands are the same character archetype and everything. Chunnibyous gotta stick together and all…”

"… What is that supposed to mean?" Jamil planted his hands on his hips. He didn’t understand all of Idia’s slang, but he also wasn’t sure if he wanted to.

Idia's eyes—wide and anxious—cut away from him. “I-It’s nothing important…”

“Then why are you hiding it?”

“B-Because you’re definitely the type who would hold a grudge if anyone pisses you off!!”

“How rude. I’m offended that you think so lowly of me.” Jamil allowed himself a little smirk. “I’ll have you know that I won’t stop there. In fact, I’ll enact a vengeance plot so excruciatingly humiliating that you won’t ever be able to face the light of day comfortably again.”

“S-See?! That’s what I meant!! Y-You’re a certified chuunibyou!!”

“Whatever that means, I assure you that I’m not. Is it so wrong to look back on history and to appreciate how far we’ve come since?”

“Th-That’s…”

Jamil found himself returning to the painting of the Sorcerer with the lamp. He was almost drawn to it, lulled into a hypnotic trance. An item that could make all of his hopes come true…

“Let me ask you this: if you could have any wish granted, what would that wish be?”

“E-Eh?! Any wish…” Idia fiddled with the glittering buttons on his suit. He nibbled on his lower lip, a darkness having swept up what little color there was left to him. “I-I can’t say it, but… more than anything, there’s someone I want to say goodbye to.”

“I see. A fond farewell.”

Letting go.

Jamil’s chest tightened.

In a distant memory, flowers of fire lit up the night. He had been dancing then, hair and fabric flying as he spun and spun and spun. When had he last felt so free? His wings unbound, the sky as his limits.

“As for myself, what I wish for most of all is…”

He glanced back at the painting of the two lovers. Star-crossed, against a star-streaked sky. Adventure calling, liberation beckoning.

A look most malicious graced his careful controlled features. Lips in a lopsided smirk, eyes like daggers, glinting sinisterly in the dark. Concealed weapons rising to the surface.

“… to be well-connected with people who may prove useful in attaining my dreams. Yes, that’s it. Useful.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #Idia Shroud #Jamil Viper #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #disney twisted wonderland #spoilers #Jafar #Aladdin #Princess Jasmine #something no one asked for #Jamil birthday takeover #Zazu #Maleficent

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theodorecanaryhood · 2 years

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Everyone loves an Outlaw

Jason Todd x Male! Mafia Reader

The rain fell onto the streets of Gotham City hard this one night, it seemed crime took over a little too much. Too much that the Heroes and the few good cops left didn’t like it.

Y/n Friedrich was the new talk on the streets lately, apparently he didn’t like that Sionis and Cobblepot refused business, so he took a flight from Germany to Gotham.

‘You see, I don’t like men like you, they think they can do a half assed job and not suffer’ You said as you put pressure onto the knife.

You stabbed one of Sionis’ men in the hand and held it, against the oak table.

‘Fine, I’ll help you and do business but let Donnie go, he’s my best henchman’ Sionis replied to you, monotone and sarcastic.

‘Sarcasm is not appreciated’ you scowled as you dug the knife a little deeper.

‘Here I was thinking German’s didn’t get sarcasm’ Sionis laughed, under his iconic mask.

‘Stereotypes, is that what you’re basing our conversations on?’

Sionis came over to Donnie as you pulled the knife out, almost smiling to himself. Until an old friend of his kicked the door in.

‘Ding dong’ Red Hood said as he fired a shot, forcing everyone to stand still.

Except you, you pulled out your pistol as Black Mask grabbed your arm, shaking his head.

‘No no Friedrich, this one is mine’ he smiled, Red Hood busted a few of the men that tried to take him down.

You stood watching in surprise as Red Hood threw himself into battle with no hesitation, not even reacting to blows and hits.

‘You’re a new one’ Red Hood said as he looked you up and down, placing his gun into his holster.

‘I’m y/n Friedrich, you are?’

‘Just call me the Red Hood, hope you don’t mind but I gotta get our friend here to the GCPD’ he said as he went to pick up Sionis.

You pulled your gun out once more and pointed it to Red Hood, who only sighed as he stood back up.

‘Think again Mr Hood, this man has promised me business’ you said, Red Hood tilted his head to the side.

‘Well, he can discuss it with you while he’s in prison’

You went to hit Red Hood, but he grabbed your arm and flipped you over his shoulder and onto the ground. You lay on your back, Red Hood on top of you.

‘You’re not the first man to knock me off of my feet, nor are you the first man to hold me down’ you said, smiling in your eyes as you kept your stoic face.

‘I bet beautiful, don’t worry, we’ll see each other again’

With that Red Hood was off as quick as the Flash with your new business partner.

‘Scheisse’ you muttered under your breath, remaining on the ground.

…

You poured your scotch into your glass as you took of your jacket, placing your gun on the desk and pulled the straps of your braces down.

You sat on your couch as your phone buzzed alerting you had a text.

You sighed as you saw some of your men back in Germany were texting to inform of news, as you sat reading the texts, you lit up your cigarette and took another swig of your drink.

You snapped round in a second, gun in hand facing the open window as Red Hood crouched in the frame.

‘Nice reflexes’ he chuckled, you narrowed your eyes.

‘How did you know where I was?’ You asked, an expressionless face.

Red Hood strolled into your hotel room as he took a look around, you still holding a gun to him.

‘Figured when Mafia or rich people visit, they stay here. It’s the nicest and most secure Hotel in Gotham’ he said, sitting on your bed.

You remained aiming your gun as you watched suspiciously, Red Hood was calm…too calm.

‘You gonna put the gun down or just keep pointing it at me? I’m not armed so it seems unfair. Also, your safety is still on’ Red Hood pointed, you sighed as you placed your gun back on the desk.

‘First question, how did you know I’m Mafia? Second, why didn’t you bring a weapon?’ You asked, holding your scotch in your hand.

Red Hood merely chuckled at you as he stood up, walking closer to you.

‘Y/n Friedrich, Germany. Doesn’t take much of a Google search. Also I’m not armed because you’re a Prince as well as Mafia’

Your eyebrows shot up as you walked over to lock your hotel room door, Red Hood following you with his eyes.

‘How did you know I’m a Prince? Even Black Mask didn’t know?’

Red Hood shrugged as he smiled under his mask, you waited for the answer.

‘I have my ways of finding things’

‘Well I’m not a Prince by title but by birth right, but the whole not being near the next in line is good as doesn’t interfere with business’ you explained.

It’s true, you are a Prince, but your the furthest from the line. Therefore you wouldn’t be considered to take over one day. Also, as only your Mother’s side is Royalty it wouldn’t necessarily count.

There was a knock at your door as you urged Red Hood to stay quiet, you opened it to find your bodyguard, Bene.

‘Bene, everything ok?’ You asked with a side smile, your bodyguard spoke lowly but also softly towards you.

‘Why is your door locked Sir?’ Bene asked, you simply winked at the man.

‘I’m heading to bed, decided I might have an early night. Why don’t you take a night off, go enjoy the night life and a bar. I’ll see you in the morning’ you smiled, Bene nodded as he took off down the hallway.

You locked your hotel room door again, turning to face Red Hood. Who had now removed his helmet.

‘We should talk more’ he said, holding his hand out for you,

‘And please, call me Jason’

You smiled as you shook his hand, your grip was equally as strong as Jason’s.

‘Y/n’ you smiled again, Jason stared at you as you pulled your hand away.

‘You smile? I thought German’s didn’t smile’ Jason chuckled,

‘Stereotype’ you chuckled, Jason sitting in the seat as the desk.

Jason smiled as you poured the both of you a drink, you handed him a glass as you looked in his eyes.

‘So, tell me how exactly you wish to help me. I’m assuming that’s your intention’

You and Jason clinked your glasses as you downed your second drink, Jason smiling as he sipped his.

‘You don’t want to do business with someone like Sionis, he’ll get what he wants from you, then he’ll either turn on you or kill you. Or both’ Jason spoke, taking another sip.

‘I’m assuming you’re going to prevent that? I have bodyguards for that’ you smiled, pouring yourself another drink.

You had a bodyguard since you were a child, Bene, he was more than your bodyguard. He was your family.

He used to take you on trips when you were younger, Austria, Paris…he took you everywhere and showed you the normal side to life. Life away from Mafia.

‘They can’t protect from him, he’s dangerous’ Jason said as he finished his drink.

‘So am I’

The both of you talked more and drank more as Jason began to tell you about his run ins with Sionis, who was secretly working with Falcone. Another dangerous man you shouldn’t get involved with.

‘Why do you care Jason?’ You asked randomly as you sat next to Jason calmly on the couch, Jason looked at you.

‘You’re cute’ Jason shrugged, you shook your head, smiling a little.

‘Don’t joke, what is it?’ You asked, more serious this time.

‘People like us don’t get protected well enough at times, we get left to carry on just because we carry guns and shit’ Jason almost whispered.

‘People like us?’ You asked, Jason smiled as he looked at you, putting his arm on the back of the couch.

‘Gun toting men, we never get the chance to show our vulnerable side, because we’re bad guys’ Jason replied, looking deep in your eyes.

‘You’re not all bad, Jason’ you smiled, Jason laughed as he leant in a little more.

‘Neither are you hot stuff’

Maybe it was the fact the two of you were nearly drunk by now, or maybe it was the fact you hadn’t had action for a while. Whatever the reason, you leant in too and kissed Jason, who kissed you back without hesitation.

Jason remained seated as you climbed on his lap, deepening the kiss as Jason ran a hand through your hair, the other loves on your hip.

‘You sure?’ Jason asked you, kissing your neck as you nodded, pulling him in closer.

Jason lifted you up as he carried you to your bed, unbuttoning your shirt as he kissed down your chest and stomach, feeling your hardness under your pants, Jason felt himself getting harder too.

Jason stripped you off then himself, rolling in his back as you sat on top of him, kissing down his body.

‘We won’t have to be quiet, my bodyguard won’t be back till morning’ you whispered, Jason laughing a little.

‘Don’t ruin the moment’ Jason replied as he kissed you again.

…

The sun came up strong as Jason pinned you down with his arms, he’d held you all night.

‘Who would of thought, the big German Mafia boss slash Prince is a bottom’ Jason chuckled, as he had his arm around you.

His naked body pressed against your back, you smiled.

‘Power bottom, danke’ you turned to kiss Jason, realising the time you shot out of bed.

‘Scheisse’

Jason stared at you, confused as to the sudden change of atmosphere.

‘Bene will be here soon, my bodyguard’ you said, putting on your underwear.

‘Want me to leave?’ Jason asked, still sleepy a little as he sat up.

‘Not yet’ you smiled, you picked up the room phone as you called downstairs, ordering coffee for the both of you.

Jason walked around the room naked as he looked for his underwear, finding it under his handcuffs.

‘Do you want to take a shower before?’ You asked, walking towards the bathroom door.

Jason nodded as he walked in with you, the two of you showered together. Though not much showering was done as Jason kept making out with you.

Jason forgot the towels as he threw you on the bed, crawling on top of you, you smiled.

‘One more round before room service and bodyguards’ Jason smiled, kissing your neck.

…

Business wasn’t a complete waste of time as you had fun in Gotham City, mostly because of the action you had with Jason.

But you were only in town for a few days which meant you’d have to go home, and you missed home. However, you also wanted to stay a bit longer.

‘Y/n, didn’t think you’d leave without saying bye did you?’ Jason asked as he smiled, dressed in civilian clothes.

Bene stood next to you as he went to go forward and check Jason, you put your arm out.

‘He’s fine, he’s a friend, can you give me a minute?’ You asked, Bene nodded.

You walked over to Jason as he hugged you tight, you felt sad to be leaving but it wasn’t for too long this time.

‘I have one business issue in Frankfurt, another in Bremen but once I’m done I’ll be back. It’ll be a couple of months’ you said, Jason holding your hand.

‘I’ll wait for you, will you see me when you come back?’ Jason asked you, you smiled as you nodded.

You leant in as you kissed him, deeply as Bene watched on. He smiled ever so slightly.

‘I’ll write to you’ you spoke, Jason looked a little surprised.

‘Really?’

‘German’s are old fashioned, also we may not be romantic, but we are loyal’ you kissed him again.

After the two of you said your goodbyes, you boarded your private jet.

‘Ready to go Mr Friedrich?’ Your pilot asked you, you smiled and nodded.

‘Yes, we can come back in a few months’

The jet lifted as Jason stood and watched you take off. He waved to you, as you did too watching as his figure got smaller and smaller.

‘See you soon, Jason’

You closed your eyes for a rest, it was a long flight back home. Remembering the few nights you’d spent with Jason.

#red hood #gotham #red hood fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd #Mafia #mobster #red hood x male reader #jason todd x male reader

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via-the-ghoul · 4 months

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Love how you can tell how different the source material is for these three

[Image ID 1: Three individuals in a black car, in front of a blue pink sky. The driver is a middle aged women with a pale blue sweater, brown eyes, and short dirty blonde hair. The one driving shotgun is a cartoonish skeleton with grey eyes, red tear-like marks under said eyes, dark grey bandages on the top of their head, a hooded black robe, and a grey halo with four holes. They hold up and are looking at their left hand. In the backseat is an individual with a dark grey gas mask and a red uniform. They all look disgruntled.]

[Image ID 2: A twitter post from user “TacoDraws (comms closed)” that was 11 hour old at the time of the screenshot. It says “draw your comfort characters like this”. It depicts a near exact scene as the first picture, but the car is a tan brown, the driver is Goofy, though wearing a green shirt and lacking his iconic hat, the shotgun seat is filled by Patrick Star, and the individual in the backseat is Fluttershy]

#via #various sketches #scp #friday the 13th #team fortress 2 #tf2 #scp foundation #scp fandom #friday the thirteenth #pamela voorhees #scp gods #scp old gods #scp three brothers death #the three brothers #scp small death #tf2 pyro #pyro tf2 #comfort characters #blorbo

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laufire · 7 months

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13 icons of Young Justice under the cut, from episodes 3x06-3x09. Mainly Bat Clan stuff.

Do not edit them or claim as your own. Like/reblog if you use them or save them. Credit is appreciated.

[3x06. Dick fighting the "Red Hooded Ninja" in Infinity Island, toe to toe, stopping his sword with his escrima sticks.]

[3x06. Artemis in her Tigress costume, with the night sky behind her.]

[3x06. Close up to Talia al Ghul, wearing a black body suit, looking serious.]

[3x06. Baby Damian in his mother's arms, with closed eyes.]

[3x06. Close-up to the Red Hooded Ninja. He has his red hood up and the sword at his back, as well as a red mask and a visor that covers his face.]

[3x06. Almost the same close-up. The Red Hooded Ninja has his hood down, showing short black hair, with two short strands falling on his forehead.]

[3x06. The Red Hooded Ninja standing behind Ra's al Ghul, who wears a calculating expression.]

[3x08. Jade in a hospital gown with bandages on her shoulder, tilting her head and smirking.]

[3x08. A close-up to Jade wearing her Cheshire mask.]

[3x08. Cassandra, dressed head to toe as Orphan, descending from up high with her sword ready to attack, in an alley in the city.]

[3x08. Stephanie Brown dressed as Spoiler, frowning over her mask.]

[3x09. Queen Mera smiling, dressed in casual clothes, with a high ponytail.]

[3x09. Lois Lane carrying baby Jon in her arms.]

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so-silly · 1 year

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Rabbit Traps..

a Stolkien one-shot

this is based off an animation made by marjoriestotch

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During a rather warm summer afternoon, Tolkien and Steve were stepping out of Steve's work truck, grabbing a couple boxes of food they had bought at a local farmers market. When they had gotten inside, Steve set the boxes he had grabbed down, opening the back door to check on his yard while Tolkien put away the fruits and vegetables into their fridge. When Steve started closing the back door, he and Tolkien could hear a faint shaking coming from a chicken wire fence. At that moment, both knew exactly what was going on.

"God damnit, another rabbit dug under the fence." Steve, Tolkien's father, sighed in frustration.

"Have you considered putting up the traps we bought like weeks ago?" Tolkien replied to his dad, looking down at the hole dug under their lazily put in fences.

"I'm not totally sure how to do that. Think you can ask Randy's son Stan to help? I'm sure he or his father knows how."

"I don't think Randy would want to help us."

"But his son would."

"Okay okay, I'll go bother Stan." Tolkien playfully rolled his eyes.

20 minutes later, Tolkien was in a more…barnyard attire, walking towards the farm next door to his dad's. After following the short path towards the neighboring farm, he stepped up towards the door and knocked a couple times, double checking to see if Randy's truck was parked outside. After waiting for a couple of seconds, Tolkien watched as the door slowly creaked open, presenting a Stan Marsh in skull pj pants, no top, and messy hair.

"Oh hey Tolkien. What time is it??" Stan groggily asked.

"Hey Stan! it's like 3 in the afternoon." Tolkien laughed a little, showing Stan his phone screen.

"Oh shit I didn't realize how late it was. Well anyways, come in. I'm gonna get dressed, you can do whatever."

Stan closed the door behind Tolkien, running up the stairs to change. When he came back, he was in some baggy jeans, a 'stone temple pilots' band teeshirt, a grunge flannel, and black converse. Of course wearing his iconic beanie, even though the weather didn't call for a winter hat.

"So why'd you come over?" Stan asked Tolkien who was sitting on the couch playing on his phone with a can of Sprite sitting on a coaster designed to match the coffee table.

"A bunch of rabbits have been breaking into our yard and eating our plants or just digging holes everywhere. Me and my dad have no clue how to set up the traps we got, so I was hoping you could help..?"

"Oh for sure!! Me and my dad have been setting those up around our yard too. That's probably why they moved onto your yard."

"Awesome! Thanks!"

Tolkien got up from the couch, putting his phone in his pocket and grabbing the sprite he yoinked from Randy's mini fridge, following Stan outside of the door.

"Okay, so basically you need to prop this piece of the door up after placing the rabbit treats at the end, what's supposed to happen is the traps hood falls down when they touch the food, triggering the…Tolkien, are you listening?" Stan paused his far too specific instructions.

When he looked up, he saw Tolkien staring straight at him, a bright but small smile. The sun was shining down on his face, eyes, and hair. The view was absolutely beautiful and both Stan and Tolkien had a hot red blush on their faces.

"Uhm oh yeah, I'm, I'm listening."

"Tolkien, I don't want to re-explain what I just said.."

"Then don't."

Tolkien then ducked down towards Stan. Both of them staring at each other for a couple of seconds. Tolkien began to lean in before Stan turned away, unassembling the trap.

"Okay then prove you listened."

"Are you teasing me right now?" Tolkien dramatically gasped.

"Hypothetically."

"Stop using big words, Stan."

"Make me."

Tolkien turned to the same angle Stan was facing and began to kiss him. Their lips moving rhythmically with each other. Their kiss had lasted at least a minute before Tolkien broke it to breathe. The two once again smiled at each other, Stan looking way more flustered than he had before. Tolkien, on the other hand, giving a more confident and smirky look.

Panicked and nervous, Stan turned back towards the traps, and began fumbling with it, tripping over his own fingers.

"Okay, stop getting distracted. We need to get this done before my dad gets home and flips his shit because I'm hanging out with you."

"Haha, okay then. Work now kiss later?" Tolkien grinned.

"Of course." Stan smiled with a toothy ah grin towards Tolkien, bumping his thigh onto Tolkien's and getting back to building the traps.

#south park #stan x tolkien #stolkien #theyre so adorable #how do i write kissing shit #anyways enjoy stolkien fluff lol #oh my god my favorite stolkien shipper reposted this i feel blessed

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thatsneakymedic · 7 months

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#dash vote #votes #if there's any suggestions #do let me know on the tags or comments #XD

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average-zoo-bear · 10 months

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Y’allllllllll I asked chat gpt to write a batfamily fanfic and it legit wrote one. There isn’t much plot but this it’s so well written what the hell?????

Prompt entered to chatgpt:

Write a fanfiction approximately 1,200 words long. It should be a feel good story about the Justice League meeting Batman’s children and discovering the existence of Nightwing, Robin, Red Robin, and Red Hood

Result (everything below is exactly what it output):

Title: A Family United

Chapter 1: A Hero's Secret Revealed

The sun shone brightly over Gotham City as the members of the Justice League gathered at Wayne Manor. Batman, the Dark Knight, stood at the entrance, his gaze stern and unwavering. Today was the day he had decided to introduce his children to his fellow heroes, unveiling the secret he had guarded so fiercely. He knew it was time to reveal that beneath the cold, brooding facade, there was a man who had built a family.

As the Justice League members arrived one by one, they were greeted by Alfred, the loyal butler and confidant of the Wayne family. Alfred welcomed each hero inside with a warm smile, guiding them to the grand living room where Batman awaited.

Superman, Wonder Woman, The Flash, Green Lantern, and Aquaman took their seats, their curiosity piqued. They knew little about Batman's personal life, apart from his solitary nature. They wondered what secrets he held within the walls of Wayne Manor.

The Batcave, hidden beneath the mansion, was a place of mystery. It housed the technological wonders and relics of Batman's crime-fighting career. But today, the focus would be on his most treasured possessions—his children.

Batman's children—Dick, Tim, Jason, and Damian—stood side by side, waiting nervously in the shadows. They shared a bond forged in tragedy and united by a common purpose: to protect Gotham City.

As Batman entered the room, the atmosphere grew solemn, but a glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes. He spoke with a voice that commanded attention, revealing a side of himself that few had ever witnessed.

"Members of the Justice League, today I share with you a secret I have guarded for years—a secret that has shaped my life and given me purpose. These are my children."

With those words, Batman beckoned his children forward. One by one, they stepped out of the shadows, their faces masked but their presence radiating determination.

The first to step forward was Dick Grayson, dressed in his iconic blue and black Nightwing suit. His acrobatic movements spoke volumes of his skill and agility.

Next came Tim Drake, known as Red Robin, with his staff at his side. He had a youthful energy about him, a brilliance that matched his technological prowess.

Jason Todd, the Red Hood, appeared with an air of defiance. His red helmet concealed his face, but his stance revealed the battle-hardened warrior he had become.

Lastly, Damian Wayne, the youngest of them all, emerged. Clad in his Robin costume, he exuded confidence despite his age, a testament to his relentless training under his father's tutelage.

The Justice League members sat in awe, realizing the magnitude of Batman's revelation. They had unknowingly fought alongside his children, unaware of the family ties that bound them.

Superman, the symbol of hope, was the first to break the silence. "Batman, these are remarkable individuals. We are honored to meet your children."

Wonder Woman, the embodiment of strength, added, "Your legacy is more than just your fight against crime, Batman. It's the family you've built."

The Flash, with his trademark humor, chimed in, "Who knew the Dark Knight had such a big heart, hiding all these sidekicks under his cape?"

Green Lantern and Aquaman nodded in agreement, their initial skepticism giving way to admiration.

As the Justice League members rose from their seats, they embraced Batman's children, welcoming them into their extended family. Bonds formed in battle were now solidified through shared purpose and understanding.

From that day forward, the Justice League fought side by side with Nightwing, Red Robin, Red Hood, and Robin. Gotham

#ai generated #chatgpt #ai fanfic #batfam #batfamily #batfamily fanfic #identity reveal #batman and robin #justice league

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msfcatlover · 6 months

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I finished my Death Mask (Red Hood) Steph playlist, if anyone's interested.

Only took multiple months, am I right? So, if you've got... oh gods, like 6.5hrs... check it out?

(I also have the playlist with all the songs I ended up cutting in this one over here. So if you have even more time and just want a strong dose of RH!Steph vibes, open that up and hit shuffle.)

Full list under the cut, in case youtube decides to take some of the videos down or rearrange my list---or if you want to rebuild it in your playlist player of choice---broken up into rough time periods to make it easier to read.

Introduction through Death:

Trouble by CRMNL || Take It Like A Girl by Khamsin, Molly Moore, Win Woo || Giants by Neoni || That's My Girl by Fifth Harmony || Raising Hell by Kesha, Big Freedia || Make It Look Easy by Valley Of Wolves || Enemies by The Score || Oh My Dear Lord by The Unlikely Candidates || A Little More Time by Natasha Blume || Reflection (Hollow Knight OST)

Resurrection through Return:

Goddess by Cepheid [cover] || Secrets Kill by Ely Eira || Come Alive by Ely Eira || Be My Guest by Azari [cover] || Who Am I? by Besomorph, RIELL || World On Fire by RIELL || Gossip by Måneskin [cover] || A Good Song Never Dies by Saint Motel || Who Are You? by SVRCINA || Hanahaki Syndrome by Shiki Miyoshino || Shadow Shadow by Azari [cover] || The Devil Wears Lace by Steven Rodriguez || Pink (Freak) by Elliot Lee || Thumbs by Sabrina Carpenter || Feed The Machine by Poor Man's Poison [cover] || Make A Move by Icon For Hire || Dirty by grandson || Devil Inside by CRMNL || That's How You Make A Villain by emlyn

Return through Identity Reveal:

Ready For War by 2WEI, Joznez, Kataem || BURN by 2WEI, Edda Hayes || Know My Name by Tru Genesis, DJ Form, Corinne, Sean BE || Champion by Neoni, burnboy || Too Loud by Icon For Hire || Way Up by Jaden || Godsent by Smash Into Pieces || Paranoia by Neoni || Royalty by Egzod, Maestro Chives, Neoni || Good People Do Bad Things by David Thomas Connolly || GOOD FOR HER by MOTHICA, emlyn || Shut Down by BLACKPINK || You Were Wrong by Icon For Hire || Little Girl Gone by CHINCHILLA || All Eyes On Me by CRMNL || Pomegranate Lips by Derivakat || Night Of Your Life by WAR*HALL || Everything or Nothing by Willyecho || How You Like That by BLACKPINK || See You In Hell by Amy Harriet

Reveal through Tower fight:

I'm Gonna Show You Crazy by Bebe Rexha || I'M NOT SORRY by Neoni || One Woman Army by Porcelain Black || Calling All the Monsters by China Anne McClain || Monster by Willyecho || Choke by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME || They Don't Care About Us by Michael Jackson [cover] || The Road To Hell by TheUnder X Matthew Grant, Ellis Island || Villains Aren't Born (They're Made) by PEGGY || WONDERLAND by Neoni || Rituals by Jiovanni Daniel || Angry Too by Lola Blanc || Devil's Worst Nightmare by FJØRA

Tower fallout:

Go To War by Nothing More || Laplace’s Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!) by Will Wood || Motherland by REACH || Play Dead by Ellise || Aimed to Kill by Jade LeMac || Twisted by MISSIO || You Can Run by Adam Jones || Tomboy by Destiny Rogers [remix] || Whisper Whisper Whisper by Azari [cover] || Outlaw by Neoni || Wild Lands by Koethe || What's My Name by China Anne McClain

Spite-Flirting With Tim (Oracle):

Hot One by Leyla Blue, Baby Tate, REI AMI || Inferno by Bella Poarch [cover] || A Little Wicked by Valerie Broussard || DICTATOR by REI AMI || plot line by emlyn || you make a woman wanna... by emlyn || Here Come the Wolves by Lola Blanc

Fighting the family & Running the Alley:

Pretty Distraction by SkyDxddy || Stronger by The Score || Bloodshot by Sam Tinnesz || Let's Do This by Outskrts || Go For Gold by Autumn Kings || Hey Brother by Jakob Samuel|| Don't Stop The Devil by Dead Posey || Legend by The Score || What's Up Danger by Blackway, Black Caviar [remix]|| Welcome to the Party by Diplo || Do It Like A Dude by Jessie J || My Name Is... by Once Monsters || Queen of Kings by Alessandra Mele || Monster by Besomorph || I Like It Loud by Cash Cash || Confident by Demi Lovato || Looking at Me by Sabrina Carpenter || Immortals by Fall Out Boy || Up In Flames by Icon For Hire || Can't Get Enough by Jaxson Gamble || Do Right, Fear No Man by The Last Knife Fighter

Saving Jason, Having Hard Conversations, & Reuniting with the Family:

Deadly by Ellise || Cuttin' the Cord by Lunarcode || Soldiers by Sam Tinnesz, GoldTop || So Close To Me by Marc Boudreau || Dynasty by MIIA || Monster by Beth Crowley || It's Alright by Mother MotherGhost Town by Neoni, Layto || The Kid I Used To Know by Arrested Youth || Broken Boys & Bitter Bitches by Ellise || DDU-DU DDU-DU by BLACKPINK || Poison by LuLuYam || life's a bitch by TAELA || Give and Take by Poor Man's Poison || SHIT SHOW by UPSAHL || Lay Your Weapons Down by Ilse DeLange || Chasing The Sun by The Wanted || Hold Back The River by James Bay || Better Than One by The Score

(Holy shit, sorting/fixing these took like 3hrs, and I started by just copy-pasting the playlist's text directly to tumblr...)

I’m actually super proud of a couple of these transitions, or how I chose to build the mood in certain sections

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sukunoon · 2 years

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏. ↳ codename: fox ↳ suna rintarou x fem!reader

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synopsis. in order to retrieve evidence against the mafia, he finds himself in a populated office building, stuck in an elevator with the man he was searching for.

content warnings. assassin!AU, mafia!AU, guns, knives, descriptions of blood, descriptions of violence, descriptions of death, fire - [ if i missed anything let me know ! ]

word count. 1.4k

author’s note. heheh first part! i’m so excited i have a plan for everything but these take so long to write- this one took my hours...also i feel like i should make a playlist for this >:))

the elevator music played quietly in the background as the businessmen talked amongst each other, being good friends ever since they met each other in the office. with a small ding, the doors split apart, revealing a hooded man that wore only sweatpants and his dark colored hoodie with red blotches covering the front.

it was odd to see someone with such baggy clothing in such an expensive building, but the two continued on nonetheless as the man shuffled passed to two of them to the back of the elevator.

“did ya hear the news goin’ around, felix?” the one on the right with his dark red suit fit to his features, asked with a small smirk on his lips.

“i don’t like that smile you have teddy,” the other who’s name seemed to be felix, in a dark blue colored suit, mumbled under his breath as he rolled his eyes. “about the genocide?”

teddy, nodded his head enthusiastically. “the mafia genocide, felix.” he annunciated the word mafia as if it was common knowledge. that was the name going around for the killings according to twitter. “they killed all those people and the police did nothing.”

“yes, i heard about that. but it seemed like there was nothing the police could do.” felix shrugged, not too concerned with the problems that didn’t revolve around him.

“nope i don’t accept that, they coulda done a lot more than ya think, the police are taking orders from the mafia leader, i just know it.” he grinned as if he was an ace detective that had just solved a case.

“what?” felix rolled his eyes, his chin dipped to his chest as his head dropped. he rubbed his forehead at the words of his friend. “teddy, enough with your conspiracy theories, you know they’re never right.”

teddy’s grin turned into an evil-like ‘i told you so’ type of grin as he pulled his phone from his pant pocket. “you just choose not to believe felix,” he coed. “but this time, i have proof!” he made a small, over dramatic drum roll on his legs, making felix roll his eyes once more.

“proof?”

teddy swiped up, inputting his phone’s passcode and clicking the photo icon on his screen. “i had ben do some diggin’ into the call logs after the mafia genocide happened, and this is what he found.” after inching closer to felix, he clicked on the audio clip, adjusting the device so he could hear better.

“listen, you have to stop this, i’m begging you to stop this sir! that last show you put on was genocide!” felix’s eyes widened as he wet his lips, a grimace setting in on his features as the audio continued. “so many innocent lives died last night and it cannot be overlooked any longer. the media got ahold of everything, it spreading like wil-” and the audio cut out.

he stopped for a moment, shaking his head slightly as he questioned. “was that...the police chief?”

teddy nodded, his grin now disappeared and a determined frown took over his lips. “i think the police have no power over what the mafia does.” he closed his eyes as he spoke, something he always did when he began a rant, felix knew that. “there’s no way the police chief out of all people would say somethin’ like that, even if it’s not clear that he’s talkin’ to the mafia boss, it’s implied...right felix?”

he sighed at felix’s response; silence. it was common for felix to do that, at least that’s what teddy thought. his eyes fluttered open. “felix-” his head turned to his best friend. “felix..?” he breathed.

the happy elevator music continued as teddy’s posture wilted, his skin turning pale as he opened and closed his mouth without a word coming from his throat. in front of him was his best friend leaning against the side of the elevator, his neck slit and his jaw slack, the life that was once in his eyes there now gone.

“AHHHHH!” the most gut wrenching scream filled the small area as his vision became blurry. his back hit the opposite side of the elevator as he backed into it, his hand covering his mouth as gags periodically came from his throat.

tears fell from his cheeks as he shut his eyes, blinding him from his surroundings. only the feeling of an obnoxious pain in his stomach made him squint his eyes.

in front of him was the hooded man that stood behind him in the elevator. his head fell, the man was holding a knife in his stomach as red liquid dripped onto the floor. “wha-” he coughed, blood dripping down his chin and down his suit as he ripped the knife from his stomach, making teddy slid to the floor.

the man stepped over to felix, grabbing something from his pocket only to glance at it for a moment before putting it in his own. “what are- ya..?” he coughed once more, holding his stomach as the life slowly drained from his eyes. the man bent down next to teddy, grabbing his phone from his pocket only to stand back up.

“ya don’t..know the pass-” teddy’s eyes widened as the man typed in his password without hesitation. his entire body shook at the thought of what that man was, who he was with, but then, it clicked as the elevator dinged and slowly revealed what was behind the door.

“the..mafia, yer with the..mafia.” he stuttered as he stared at the scene behind the door. the bloodied bodies of his coworkers, practically ripped apart as they were strewn across the floor, the desks, the tables.

a pit formed at the bottom of his stomach as he now struggled to breathe properly. he tore his eyes away from the ground floor and back to the man who was now replaying the audio message from before. there was something plugged into his phone he couldn’t quite make out.

as the audio stopped, the man unplugged the cord and pocketed it, throwing the phone onto the ground in front of him. he stepped out of the elevator, crushing the phone into pieces in the process.

as the elevator door began to shut once more, the man stopped it with his hand, stepping through the doorway just enough to see teddy as he lay slumped on the floor. “you- the mafia..” he whimpered, his breathing erratic as he held his stomach.

the man reached behind to his back, lifting his hoodie slightly to get what was hanging from his belt. teddy’s eyes widened as the barrel of a pistol was now pointed at his head. “wrong.” his voice was low, filled with a type of malice teddy had never heard as he pulled the trigger. the muffled sound of the shot echoed throughout the first floor of the building.

he cleared his throat as he walked towards the door, stepping over bloodied bodies as he did so. he shoved his hands in his pockets as he opened the door, steadily turning the corner before the crowds could gather.

he let out a sigh as his hood fell from the wind, revealing his black hair in a messy bun on the back of his head, his baby hairs swayed with the wind. with a few swift movements, he tore off the large, baggy hoodie and sweatpants. underneath those baggy clothes was a black suit that fit him almost too perfectly.

he rolled his shoulders back, flexing his sore muscles as he reached into his pocket. as he did, he threw his blood spattered clothes behind him and into the air, pulling the lighter he’d taken from one of the men in the elevator from his pocket. with a quick flick of his wrist, the flame of the lighter caught his clothes, lighting them ablaze.

the flame of his clothes soon caught the side of the office building as further he walked down the street to his destination. he sighed once more, cracking his neck as the fire burned in the distance, the civilians watched the building in horror.

it wasn’t long before he arrived at the place he’d been looking for. he stopped, opening the glass door to the red telephone booth that sat on one of the back alleys. he grabbed the phone, his slender fingers tapping at the numbers as he dialed the number he’d been given. he held the phone to his ear as it rang, soon to be picked up on the other end.

“codename: fox.”

@sapphicshav @memosa [ sorry i had to repost it cuz tags- ]

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