Please tell about your verses Scriddler and any headcanons for them 🙏

Okay, firstly thank you so much for this question. I would say I’m sorry for what’s to come but you asked for it this is all on you (to anyone else who unfortunately has to witness this blame anon I’m innocent). Quick preface idk who knows this but a friend and I are (VERY SLOWLY) working on our own little project which may or may not include Scriddler. My favourite character ever is Riddler theirs is Scarecrow so it works quite well. I literally got hired for a full time job today though so emphasis on SLOW.

Now I think this could be interpreted a few different ways so I’m going to break down the prompt and if I completely missed the mark whoops I’ll try again. Categories I’ve chosen are: Riddler, Scarecrow, them as a couple, and finally some of my WIPs silly goofs.

RIDDLER

Uses his Arkham outfit for mechanic/dirty work because POCKETS

Arkham uniform has a lot of question mark doodles

Nygma is the name, Nashton is the alias.

April Fools birthday cause he’s gothams biggest fool

Honourary member of Gotham city sirens

I’m personally biased toward forensic science Eddie HOWEVER questions multiply the mystery is the greatest work to ever exist. So I want a combination of that with forensic riddler (thinking he uses his circus gig to fund college). I am biased as a forensic girlie myself HOWEVER I HAVE GOOD REASONING I think it’s interesting how Ed reflects/mirrors Batman in many ways. E.g. in the Batman 2022 how they both take a creature they fear (bats/rats) and use it to fuel their version of vengeance.

I just want to mention the rats again because they are his spirit animal EVERY writer no matter the media understands he is a rat man and he has such a strong connection to them. I have a thread on a bunch of instances not sure if I posted that here. Someone I think commented on it saying he’s akin to a rat in a maze and I just wanna further that with how he uses that feeling to try and put Batman in the same position. He wants him to feel just as powerless.

I want to continue with the concept of powerlessness because I believe it’s such a strong and important motif for Eddie. Now Ed was beaten a lot by his father and fellow school kids. He’s a scrawny guy so he doesn’t really have the strength to fight back. This is kinda the first instance of him becoming powerless. I have a theory that his father not only beat him for ‘cheating’ but also maybe because he didn’t fit his ideals of a MANS MAN. I can’t remember where I got this from (maybe Arkham asylum imterview? That one my fair lady type comic??) but I like the idea that his father was disappointed maybe even jealous of Ed’s intelligence. He wanted a macho type son similar to himself. A footballer kid who was good with the ladies. Ed’s father comes across as a bit of a stupid alcoholic.

Now I’m probably not going to articulate this very well at 2:31am so apologies but I believe this leads into his ✨PHYSICAL DESIGN✨

Now a common denominator I absolutely adore in forensic riddler stories (others too but mainly these) is his slow progression into his signature look. Arkham Origins, Zero Year, Gotham, and even Batman Forever start Ed off in regular work clothes. He often slowly progresses into green clothes throughout the story to show he’s closer to ‘snapping’. Here are some of my concepts of potential employed Eddie

I also believe that Ed’s sexuality progresses alongside this. This is why I think there’s a bit of conflict in fans whether he’s a whore or an incel virgin. Truth is he’s both! Gotham showcased this well, in the beginning he’s very repressed and antisocial. Virgin supreme. As he slowly becomes his ‘true self’ he becomes more confident. He becomes confident in his villainy, he becomes more confident in his sexuality, and he becomes more confident in his attire.

Now I also think at the beginning he gets a bit too silly with it which is why he wears… spandex. I’m not drawing that tho so we may skip that phase. At the same time he may get a bit too silly with his um… bedroom activities. I am working on a list of all the rogues he’s screwed in every universe but essentially a lot of d listers; king tut, clock king, cluemaster, calendar man (this one hurt to add), capt. boomerang etc.

Nygma, unlike Crane who has a pretty consistent apathetic take on fashion, prides himself on his appearance and as I touched on before it reflects his state-of-mind. Edward can have some high highs. He will make sure he looks as dapper as can be when present his next ‘greatest riddle’ to Batman. HOWEVER when this ultimately fails for the billionth time he spirals. When he’s in his obsessive mode he can neglect some pretty important hygiene (Arkham series handles this well). His hair may grow out become messy especially when locked up in Arkham.

I have this design for him all cleaned up but I think it may be like a fancy event riddler instead of his official outfit cause the plain green suit is kinda iconic but I’d love to hear input! Idk cause I put the plushie in a regular green suit.

Arkham concepts:

Honestly havent figured out the glasses situation yet whether they’re forever or like reading glasses cause the domino mask is fun but also 🤓

ALMOST DONE WITH just EDDIE I PROMISE! Finally permanent damage/injuries. Now I have some (non-confirmed) ideas for Jon and desperately want to avoid same face syndrome cause my art isn’t great yet. I quite Minaj’s Eddie saying he ‘heals like a lobster’ I think that’s a fun way of describing why he doesn’t have much permanent damage especially on his face. He does however have scars on his chest from Arkham torture which he carved into a ? To reclaim power (I made a post about this but quick recap image)

SCARECROW

lives on coffee

Horse girl (that kid in class who loves horses so much they only draw horses they live breathe and eat horsy)

Year one origin with granny (him and Ed have a kinship through bad parental figures)

Also wanna take it a little further since we all know and love him covering himself in rat blood and getting the shit pecked out of him but I reckon she’d have other very religious based cruelties in store. So I think he’d have self-flagellation scars perhaps maybe a more modern iteration of this not sure

Unrelated, but I reckon Harley was his student and in class when he shot the gun

Cannot cook also terrible diet probably cause granny barely fed him

So nearsighted that anytime he wears the mask he runs into stuff

Can’t drive well ( I like in manbat when he has to hype himself up to drive)

Obvi the pet crows. One of them looks a lil funky like it’s gonna drop dead any second but it somehow keeps being alive.

CANNOT USE TECH TO SAVE HIS LIFE. He’d use carrier crow if he could. He just got used to fax. Ed has to set up the screens when he does his lil Gotham takeovers because he refuses to learn.

He is so freaking lanky

Okay so I don’t feel comfortable sharing my friends art without permission so I’ll just show some of my panels of their design for him (excuse Jeremiah and hatter)

Jon I think has a very slim face maybe even a broken nose I’ve given him a little tan I’m no geography expert but Georgia sounds like a hot place in comparison to cloudy Gotham and since he’d hang outside to avoid granny he’d be out in the fields a lot. HOWEVER this is not the final design I just gave him a face I thought suited as I am yet to receive a maskless concept art from my project partner.

TOGETHER (this is literally the only thing you asked for I’m so sorry)

they both fixate on a task so bad they forget to eat.

Riddler helps with computer stuff

Ed is at first disgusted by Jon’s dress sense but I think kinda comes around when he understands that it’s his way of expressing himself. Even if he’s always covered in hay

Idk if I’ve gone full insanity 3:33am mode but there’s a video of Mathew grey gubler in cowboy gear doing the hoedown I just pretend that’s Ed taking jon to Georgia or something and being like look Jon it’s your southern culture and like pissing him off

I think what originally draws Jon in is Ed’s fear of powerlessness which I think represents itself as a fear of intimacy (even in his whore era I’m not sure he gets really close with people)

In our version Ed gets arrested first so he gets the top bunk dibs however even if they were arrested at the same time Jon probably would be too long for that bunk

Uhhh kinda NSFW (hence why it’s last so it’s easier to skip) which I don’t talk about much but THE MOTIF OF POWERLESSNESS. So like one question I notice people ask when there’s a m/m ship is which one tops. Now I believe in this case (early relationship) Ed refuses to give up power so he’s on top. In fact he may even avoid any type of sexytime where he can be put in a vulnerable position. However as trust and mutual not murder happens he may lower his defences and do an old switcheroo. Someone else can write that fic tho I’m not sure I’m ready 😭

What are your thoughts on Batman: Black Mirror? I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with that story mostly because I adore its characterisation of Dick and how the story depicts legacy and history, but Synder's ableism is so apparent.

If it's alright for me to share my two cents: I enjoy that a lot of the arc (particularly the first 3 issues) revolves around the theme of "history repeating; first as tragedy, then as farce" which was typical for Bat titles of the time. The Dealer and James Jr. trying to intellectualise "might is right" despite resorting to same old greed-fuelled murder. Dick Grayson coming into his own as a not-Bruce-Wayne Batman, who's standing on the shoulders of giants and reckoning with the ghost of the Batman's (and his) past. Barbara and Jim Gordon having to deal with Jim's biggest mistakes of all in the form of James Jr resurfacing. I also loved Dick and Babs' moments and their relationship draws on this theme: they have so much history together, they loved each other, they get each other like no one else does, they've been there from almost the beginning, they've been allies, partners, friends, lovers, exes, fiancés, and now they're something pretty un-labellable if you ask me. (Thesis-antithesis-synthesis in a sense :P)

But shit. The ableism is problematic. I think it's two main things, though I might be missing something. First is Dick's nightmare vision where his worst fear is him losing his legs. And second is James Jr being written as a "psychopath" as oppose to, I dunno, the literal embodiment of toxic masculinity (fucking wasted opportunity) to be a foil to our favourite flamboyant, pun-slinging, back-flipping, hoping-inspiring boy scout Dick Grayson.

What do you think of this arc?

I’ll confess that I am the odd one out in that I just. Do not get the appeal of black mirror. Even excluding the ableism (and it is VERY ableist). Like people say it’s great Dick characterization, and it’s fine, but it’s not like it stands out especially among other comics of the time IMO.

Like, Dick and Babs’s moments in this comic are not notable for me, because she is reduced and written as lesser to make her someone Dick has to protect, she is damselled and written as less competent – hwo does James get past her security so effortlessly? Why does she not finish him off when she has the advantage after beating him up initially? Like the whole reason I like Dick and Babs’ dynamic is because they are written as equals in the initial version of their relationship, Black Mirror just made it a stereotypical ‘scared woman (b/c she is treated as scared of James, even tho she does try to break out), strong man saves her’ thing. James Jr would not be a threat to Babs in her own solo title. That means I think it fails in being respectful of the depiction of her history, so I would say that Snyder does not succeed there.

I also would disagree that we see Babs and Jim having to deal with Jim’s greatest mistake, when like I said Babs doesn’t really do much.

I do agree that they had a lot of opportunity to parallel James and Dick as toxic masculinity vs healthy masculinity, but it’s wasn’t the authorial intention at all, so I don’t give it any credit for that. The authorial intention was “Good, neurotypical dick* vs Evil, neurodivergent James”. I would honestly consider the way they diminished Babs capabilities to prop Dick up more ableism in the story as well, in addition to sexism.

I think that critique of the Might is Right mindset is done much better in many 80s/90s Batman comics, including Batman: Venom. The text was much more overt there, and less hidden behind ableism.

Anyway, so sorry :P but basically Batman: Black Mirror is one of those “everyone talks it up” but I’m just like the *insert her GIF*. It’s a pretty stereotypical batman story. In terms of Dickbats stories, I consider it one of the more mid ones. I genuinely don’t know how it is so popular :P

*ignoring headcanons or readings of earlier texts…. The way Snyder writes him is intended to be read as neurotypical

hiya! i hope ur having a nice day/night <3 I had a marc request where maybe like the reader is close to Marc (not dating tho ;) and they get used as leverage in the gods scene for him to confess about something like how Khonshu mistreats his Avatars(maybe he wants her to be one next?) and like angst ly stuff like that because that scene was 🤌🏼

I love this idea yes please

Consequence

Marc Spector x Reader

Summary: Marc has no weaknesses, he's a machine when it comes to his job. At least, that's what he thinks. But when they pull you in front of him he's not sure how he can hold on, will he betray his morals?

Out of every bat shit crazy thing that Khonshu has made Marc do since the years their deal began, this probably took the cake.

He stood in the hollowed out inside of the pyramid of Giza, surrounded by the Avatars of the Ennead as Khonshu fought for control over his body. He could speak just fine on his own, thank you. Harrow's unwanted presence next to him wasn't helping the situation.

Marc felt the eyes of the other Avatar's burning into him as one of them spoke.

"Let us speak to Marc Spector." He felt Khonshu's grip on him slip immediately and he dropped to the floor, chest heaving at the release of pressure.

"Is what this man says true?" One of the women spoke, gesturing to Harrow.

He'd pulled the old 'Marc is crazy ' card, which he guesses wasn't the greatest lie he had told but was still not the point of this meeting.

"I am unwell and I might need help but not because of Khonshu. It's because of what this man seeks to release."

The Avatars looking between each other before the one at the head of the group nods, and there you appear. Marc feels like a ton of bricks were just dropped on his chest when you were brought on in front of him. He could see the fear lurking behind the resilience in your eyes, the rigid posture you carried.

How fucking dare they bring you here.

"We've brought a companion of yours here. We would hope that her presence might prompt you to be as honest as possible. We just want to make sure we're getting the whole truth."

The threat was thinly veiled, and had Marc's jaw clenched tighter than he'd ever experienced. Be truthful or the consequences fall to your friend.

Friend, yeah. You had been fighting by Marc's side for years. Through the divorce, through his deal, through every shitty thing that Khonshu had made him do - you were there. His shoulder to lean on, confidant to his most valued secrets.

But could he risk throwing this trial?

He gazed at you for a second, ignoring Khonshu's incessant voice in his head, and tried to read what you were thinking.

The slight shake of your head was all he needed.

"Khonshu uses me, it's true. I don't think he has the best of intentions. My partner can attest to that fact."

The Avatar's seemed pleased, but turned to you nonetheless.

"Is this true, Y/N Y/L/N?"

Marc was so damn proud of how strong your voice sounded, despite the fact you were blatantly going against what he said. "Marc is lying because he feels it's what you want."

Everyone in the chamber seemed to hold their breath.

"As long as I've known Marc, he's had agency over himself. Sure he doesn't outright agree with all of Khonshu's decisions, but a deals a deal. He's telling you otherwise because he thinks it's going to lessen whatever he plans to do, but I can't let him throw this." Your gaze met his then, trying to ignore the anger simmering there.

"Arthur Harrow has been seeking for Ammit's tomb for a long time now, and he's about to find it. If you want to stop the true danger, you'll stop him."

It was silent for a moment.

"Be that as it may, Arthur Harrow was committed no crimes. This meeting is adjourned."

The relief you felt at not being slaughtered by a bunch of gods was immense, but the sickening pit in your gut of Arthur winning again far outweighed that.

Marc led you quickly out of the meeting, grip tight on your arm but he didn't say a word until you'd stepped back through that portal.

"What the fuck were you thinkin', Y/N?" His voice was deadly quiet when he rounded on you, eyebrows raised and gaze heated.

"I was thinking that you were scared for me and that I couldn't let that be the deciding factor." You replied, the slightest waver in your voice.

Marc scoffed, lips deepening into a scowl while he ran a hand through his hair. "Is that some kind of joke? First, you're stupid enough to get captured-"

"Excuse me?"

"Then! You go ahead and blatantly disagree with me. Did you ever think I maybe had a plan?" He took a step forward then, hands gripping your upper arms. "What would you have done if they punished you in there? What would I have done?"

The fear in his voice barely showed through, but you still heard it. The anger on your own face softened as you looked onto his, this wild and unbreakable man in front of you.

"We would've handled it. Together. Like always."

Meeting The Bat

You finally find out about Bruce’s alter-ego

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Masterlist

warnings: swearing ,a tiny bit of angst?

a/n so no smut today unfortunately however there is a sub Bruce smut on the way and maybe another Quarantine one with Superman role-play? or just another Superman one I don’t know not to sure one that yet any way this is my latest Bruce Wayne hope you enjoy it xx

Taglist @125bluemachine125​

Meeting The Bat

Being with Bruce was a dream, honestly he was the best boyfriend you could ask for however there was something that was beginning to bother you. He was protective. Well not just him even his sons were protective of you, in a sense it was sweet? he wanted to know where you'd be at all times what time you'd be back and never felt truly comfortable unless you was staying at the manor. He wasn't to pleased when you and jack made the move back to your apartment after the press had all settled down used to you both being a couple, luckily superman had popped up in Gotham taking the spotlight away from you both which you was grateful for and would probably kiss the man for it if you ever met him. Bruce insisted that you should stay with him a few more days which you knew would become weeks and then months.

You'd declined stating you were going home it was too early to move in permanently plus you were still paying rent and was still under lease. You all but ripped his head off when he offered to pay your rent for you, you will not become financially Dependent on Bruce no matter how much he'd enjoy it, which was your latest discovery he loved taking care of you in every sense, he had stolen the phone from you when you was having a problem with your energy company who had been over charging you and was refusing to pay back anything... needless to say your cheque had arrived three days ago and he had taken all of your bills off of you and made sure you was on the best deal, you suspected he actually gave them to Alfred to sort out but there was no arguing with him, his excuse was that it was his job to look after you in the end it was easier to just let him get on with it. Tho this latest overprotective bullshit was a curfew Bruce had decided that if he let you go home it was on the condition that you had a curfew... A FUCKING CURFEW!! he said it was for your own good. You didn't live in the best part of Gotham but there was many worse places, it had really got to you in all honesty more so because it had caused your first real argument. He was adamant that you shouldn't leave your home after dark that anything could happen and he couldn't loose you, for you it was the principle that just because you were together didn't mean you had to obey him....

That wasn't even in wedding vows any more for christ sake. You felt a little bad afterwards when Bruce through his hands up stalking off into the manor claiming he needed a drink, Alfred had saved the day managing to explain where all the anger came from he had lost everything once before and didn't want it to happen again Bruce was frightened of loosing you, not only that but you could be a target now that people knew who you was. You forget what he has been through, he had first hand knowledge of how quickly life could change his greatest fear is loosing what he loves. Safe to say you felt like a bitch for screaming back at him but you crept up to his study finding him distraught head in his hands you'd pulled him close kissing his head promising that you wasnt going any wear and you'd agreed to his request not to leave the house after dark and if you did you would tell him exactly where you would be and check in with him aswell as let him know when youd be home.

That was the first night you could honestly say you'd made love and not just had sex, it was slow and full of feeling he had admitted that he half expected you to leave him which you'd laughed off quickly afterwards you both felt stronger you know had a true understanding of just how much you meant to each other.

Tonight was one of those nights, you was invited out to dinner a celebration for Tom and his girlfriend now fiance's engagement. Bruce had been invited but was busy... tho your not sure what with considering it was booked for 8.30pm but you just let it go, it was a small casual dinner for people at the cafe, well it had been intended to be a small and casual dinner but Bruce insisted that they should celebrate properly and had offered up one of his swanky places for the event free of charge,he was adamant that it was also an apology for not being able to make it.

Tom and Lilly never thought they'd get a chance to eat there so had agreed. so here you was in a fancy restaurant toasting the couple with some imported champagne that Bruce had ordered in for the event that tasted like some strange weak grape piss. You grimaced and bared with it for the toasts then placed it down before quickly swigging your Lambrusco red swishing it a little to get rid of the taste. The dinner was going well everyone was happily enjoying the open bar awing over Lilly's new ring that was stunning and excitedly chatting about wedding ideas.

As the night winded down everyone was ready to leave. As you gathered your things you got a bad feeling, the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Something just wasn't right, then before anyone could make a move Five men stormed into the main seating area covered in military grade black armor faces covered with plastic looking masks and goggles waving guns around threatening you all to get to the floor which you all did people screamed as the man kept screaming orders kicking and shoving, two of them began walking the tables taking jewelry and snatching wallets that people held out trying to apease them. You looked across at Lilly who was twisting her ring panicked.

"Lilly now!" you held out a hand she hesitated until you snapped your fingers at her, she handed it to you and you quickly stuffed it down your dress hiding it in your spanxs bodysuit she looked at you thankfully as you did realizing that you was going to try and conceal it for her.

"Psst Lilly give me that!" she looked at you wide eyed shaking her head you groaned as her whispering again

"Well well who have we got here? looks like we have a bit of luck tonight boys" you cringed as you was dragged to stand in front of him. Your heart was erratic trying to jump out of your chest you took shakey breathes trying to calm down you felt like you were going to have a heart attack with how fast it was.

"Well fuck me it is! oi! leave the rest we got all we need here" the man who had ahold of you said you assumed was the leader as he was the one who had been barking orders since he came in, one of the men who was collecting replied confused

"What do you mean? Who is this bitch?"

"You mean who's is this bitch? Its Wayne's bunny boiler. How much you think she charges for a round" he said cupping your ass pulling you towards him you  dug your heel into his foot and spat in his face then head butted him for good measure, he jumped back holding his nose sniffling you used the chance to try and run being grabbed from behind by the other male the leader growled straightening and backhanded you snapping your face to the side. 

"You said she was wayne's!!! nothing to do with HIM!!"

"I wonder just how much he'd pay to have you back?" you cried out hissing as he cupped your jaw as it throbbed squeezing feeling the sting of your now split lip you moved making to strike him again, he grunted dodging then pulled back hitting you with the butt of his gun you screamed nearly collapsing vision going fuzzy at how hard you'd been hit, your captor let go only for you to be held up with a fist in your hair by the leader in front of you, you grabbed his hand clawing at it trying to get him off, they used your daze to escape dragging you from the restaurant, keeping everyone else at bay with guns aiming at them as they made it through the doors.you tired digging your heals in trying to stop them from taking you so easily but your feet dragged as more hands grabbed and tugged you trying to bundle you into the back of an all black suv.

You kicked screaming lashing out and twisting the one by your head got fed up grunting he spun around holding you in a choke hold and heaved you backwards into the car you screamed again louder then you ever had before you looked up crying out. You was silenced with one swift punch in the side of your head again knocking you out. You came to as you felt yourself being jerked around you groaned as the car you was in swerved violently to the right making you thump your head on the inside of the door,you hissed and groaned trying to blink away your confusion your head throbbed, everything was too much you couldnt make sense of where you was or what was going on, you bent to the side hanging your head off of the seat to the foot well heaving you felt like you was going to be sick. The men were shouting at one another panicked screaming filled the car as they was pointing the blame to one another.

"SHE IS WAYNE’S! FUCK SAKE JUST KEEP DRIVING, HE'S RIGHT BEHIND US GOGOGO!!" you cringed as the shouting continued hurting your head, so was the passing lights out side of the car, you closed your eyes trying to block out the noise snapping them open as you went sliding across the seat again as the car skidded around another corner, you covered your mouth trying to stop the bile from escaping as your stomach lurched again.

"Well he isn't shooting so maybe we can use her as a hostage" you hissed as your head moved to fast, trying to block out the shouting men who had forgotten you was there

"NO! if he sees her he will find a way to grab her.... this is the bat were talking about not some fucking cop!"

'bat? what are they talking about?' you thought still not thinking straight holding your head trying to stop it moving you noticed it was wet you pulled your hand back seeing blood had matted in your hair you panicked looking around seeing everyone hysterical. Then you moved slow looking out of the back window. you frowned

'what the fuck?' you winced as the car took another turn quickly gripping the back of the seat to stay still watching as the batmobile followed effortlessly. Then you heard it a loud crack in from above, everyone held their breath for a second.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE? WHO IS THIS BITCH? GO FASTER! GO! GO! GO!" one screamed rocking forward willing the car to go faster as the driver floored it pushing the car faster.

"How does she know these guys?" another cried crawling across the seats in the car looking desperately threw the windows trying to locate who you assumed was superman considering there was only one man in the sky

"WE CANT OUT RUN HIM NO FUCKING WAY! DUMP HER!!"

"NO SHES OUR PAY DAY!""BOSS? WHAT DO WE DO?"

"...we have no choice.. DUMP HER SHE WILL GO UNDER THE BAT, SUPERMAN WILL INTERVENE WE COULD MAKE A RUN FOR IT!, OI TAKE THAT ALLEY THERE CHUCK HER OUT AIM FOR THE BATMOBILE!!" you panicked as the car turned again a small alley that the batmobile would just squeeze through.

"NO BOSS SHES OUR ONLY GUARANTEE WERE NOT GONNA BE SHOT AT!" you screamed loud as one of the men grabbed you pushing you against the door fiddling for the handle.

"NO NO PLEASE DON'T!" you screamed trying to fight against him.

"fuck this shes not worth it , drop the dead weight" the panicking man quickly lent over you opening the door

"NONONO SHES THE ONLY REASON HE'S NOT SHOOTING!!" it was to late you felt the door give behind you and he pushed you out quickly  you screamed as you fell from the car as it raced down the alley you grunted striking the tarmac winded as your back took the impact hard tearing the skin then bounced ragdolling over the concrete the last thing you remember was seeing glimpses of the stars and the screech of tires as the batmobile came hurtling towards you crying out and closing your eyes a loud crash was herd before nothing...

When you came to you groaned you was being held firm against a chest hushed voices spoke the first was behind you, you coud tell as they spoke it vibrated through you.

"Did you get them?"

"Yes they are at Gotham station... they wasn't targeting her specifically it was a last minute decision" you frowned a little recgonizing the voices

"Thank you, for coming if you hadn't then I'd have" the voice trailed off you felt the person behind you shake.

"Don't... don't do that to yourself, shes here and she'll live I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner"

"Is she ok?"

"Yes hearts a little fast but it always is....Get it checked out apart from that cuts and bruises mostly nothing broken but her ribs are cracked on the back, she's lucky she tucked her arms in and rolled, at that type of speed she could have done some real damage....Any way I'm needed elsewhere let me know how she gets on, call me if you need me I mean it Bruce"

'Bruce wha Where was Bruce?' your thoughts were interrupted as they continued talking

"I will thank you again I mean it.... I owe you" there was a small gust then you winced feeling something dabb against your head you hissed  trying to move away from the stinging

"No no stay still I’m not finished yet" you felt a small stinging tug on your head wound

"They will hold now and I will check them each day" your eyes tried to flutter open when you heard a hum of acknowledgment  from the person you was sitting on, opening your eyes slowly you looked straight at someone you thought you'd never see again.

"Al-Alfred?" you tried looking round then hissed as you moved your head bringing your hands up to it.

"I’m gonna be sick-" quickly a small metal Bin was pulled up from behind you and held under your head as you heaved into it you cried out moaning as the action pulled on your back, you felt the person you were sitting on slowly ruffle your hair at the base of your skull, you moaned resting your head on the bin closing your eyes.

"Miss Cooke? Y/n are you okay? is it just your head and back thats sore? nowhere else?" you looked down noticing you was in a mans tshirt and sweat pants then looked up slowly

"I- yeah what happened where are we? Who changed me?" you said looking around squinting at the bright lights that seemed to reflect of off what seemed like miles of glass. Alfred sighed packing up

"You don't remember? what was the last thing you remember?" you man behind you held his breath

"Concrete... and headlights a car? but-no it- bat-they were screaming about Batman" you closed your eye trying to remeber what had happened

"I don't- they argued and decided to throw me under the Batmobile.... that must have been the headlights,how? wh-whats going on?! I should be dead!" you panicked a little unsure of what had happened, Alfred took the Bin from your lap setting it on the floor and crouch in front of you holding your hands

"Shh its okay now your safe, everything's going to be fine I promise" he rubbed your hand a little then nodded over you before standing up taking the bin with him.

"I will give you two a minute" he said before making his way through a glass door and up some stairs. you frowned turning slowly trying not to hurt your aching head.

"Bruce? oh god!" you quickly latched onto him, he hugged you back tight tucking your head in his chest breathing you in kissing your head as you let go sobbing into him shaking as each sob wracked your body the anxiety and stress catching up to you, he moved you to straddle his thighs rocking with you slowly trying to calm you down.

"Shh its okay sweets, I've got you ,Ive got you babe your okay shh...Your okay love, I love you" he held you tight almost crushing you to his chest you hissed as he put a little to much pressure on your wounds pressing your head into the hard plastic shirt? you pulled back looking at him then focused your eyes on his chest. your eyes widened. No it couldn't, He couldn't be.

"what? what is-Bruce?" you questioned sniffling wiping the tears away to see clearer running your fingers across your lovers chest staring at the bat spread across it, your eyes searched his for answers. He looked guilty you hand kept running over the suits chest tracing and retracing the symbol, trying to let it sink in

"Y-you? Your batman?Bruce?" he nodded slightly casting a glance to his mask that was placed on the table beside you both your hand stopped moving as you saw the mask.

"Thats-this is why you disappear from bed at night? why you were so worried about me being out at night? and the reason you couldn't come to the dinner tonight? Because your out-" you waved a hand around

"Patrolling..yes" you took a deep breath cupping his face running your thumb across his jaw, he moved nuzzling into your hand just happy that you was alive here with him, part of him was worried that you would walk away being a billionaire was one thing but this might be your limit.

"Okay then" he gaped at you

"What?"

"It's okay Your batman that's okay we can work with this, what did you expect me to do?"

"Your not going to scream at me for lying,or tell me to stop...leave me?!" you looked at hims confused unable to tell if he was angry or worried. you shook your head at him.

"No, I can understand why you wouldn't have told me and I wont ask you to stop you save people I could never ask you to stop doing that, I wont leave you. I love you Bruce and this is a part of you, will I be worried when you leave at night? sure but its nothing I cant handle. I'm not going anywhere" he smiled bright going to hug you again

"ah! Babe-no that's hard and I ache" he stopped as you motioned to the suit standing up placing you on your feet you watched him curious then slowly reached out touching his cape letting your fingers glide across it a little then quickly pulled back blushing when he chuckled at you.

"What sweets?" you shrugged mouth going dry when you really looked at him and realized that he seemed much bigger and intimidating in his suit you flushed a little he cocked an eyebrow at you tilting his head.

"Nothing" you said slowly picking up his mask from the table running your fingers across it.

"No come on I haven't seen you go like this since you saw me in a tux"

"...I think I just started my list is all" you said letting your fingers skim his abdomen again he through his head back laughing then took his mask from you he took a step forward his voice deepening

"oh you like my suit do you? well i will definatly remember that" he said leaning down kissing you deep holding the back of your neck tilting your head a little to gain better access he quickly spun pressing you against the table beside you both you wince pulling away holding onto him with one hand the other going to your head.

"Shit I forgot are you okay?" you sighed

"Yes just a little fuzzy...dizzy and it hurts" he sighed calling for Alfred who seemed to pop up out of thin air

"Yes sir"

"Can you take her upstairs and help her head she needs some painkillers I will be up shortly" the butler nodded escorting you out of the bat cave once in the house he sat you on the sofa in front of a large TV showing the news he left for the kitchen.

"where are we Alfred?" he quickly got a glass of water and painkillers coming back toward you watching you look around the room glass on three sides with a room slap bang in the middle everything centered around it.

"This is one of Bruce's houses the glass lake house, not that you can see in now its to late. He thought we should bring you here instead of the main manor in case you didn't react well to his nightly ventures shall we say? I assume by the fact that you almost found your self ravaged in the cave that there isn't any problems between the two of you?" you blushed a little taking the pills he offered you.

"No Alfred there isn't I understand why he wouldn't have told me... and I suppose the boys are well you know?"Alfred's eyes widened not prepared for that before clearing his throat he nodded, there was no point in lying to you now he couldn't insult you like that.

"I'm proud of him even more now if that's possible.... besides a little secret between us I always though batman was hot" you giggled a little he chuckled sitting beside you

"Yes well lets not let him here that, we wouldn't want his head to get any bigger than it already is"

"Yes he wouldn't get his mask to fit" you leaned back into the seat a little you frowned as grainy footage was being played

"I-is that- Alfred is that what happened? is that me?" he looked at the screen seeing the nights events.

"Yes I’m afraid so, you was lucky Bruce called Superman to help he would have never forgiven himself if he had hit you" you watched as the footage was slowed down seeing you rolling from the car as the Batmobile skidded and swerved a little as it tried to stop then faster then you could blink superman was just there in front of you stopping the Batmobile in its tracks looking at you he nodding saying something to the Batmobile then shot off again as Bruce climbed out cradling you to him placing you in the back before taking off again. You heaved a sigh looking at Bruce who had just entered catching the last few seconds on the TV as the reporter then started explaining that the criminal's had been delivered to the police station by superman and no one knew who the victim was or where she had been taken.

"So that he was the other person." both males looked at you

"Downstairs I heard two voices, I suppose it was Superman?" Bruce nodded

"He saved your life, he also said your ribs are cracked and your heart was fast other then that no serious injuries" you nodded hoping the others were okay.

"Shit! Ring! who changed me? where is it? a ring there was a ring in my spanx?!" Alfred smile pulling it out of his breast pocket

"Would this be it?" you relaxed

"Yes, Its Lilly's engagement ring they were stealing jewelry so I hid it for her" Bruce sat down beside you one arm across the back of the sofa leaning close against you.

"You stuffed it in your spanx?" he asked with a laugh you blushed

"Well I didn't have pockets?! most dresses don't have any! I mean where else was I meant to put up my ass?!" you said defending yourself shaking your head.

"Men!"

"You can text tom on my phone here" he said giving it you, you quickly typed in a message reading it out to Bruce so he knew your cover story, that batman had recognized you and took you to Wayne manor on your request and that you was okay minor scraps and bruises but would take a few days off and also that you still had the ring. Bruce nodded pulling you to lean on him just needing to touch you after being so close to loosening you it got him thinking again

"Sweets?"

"Yeah?"

"Move in with me" you leaned back from him a little placing a hand on his leg

"What?" he faced you

"I'm serious, I want you and Jack to move in with me theres nowhere safer, you know now and you haven't walked away. Your the only one for me and I don't see the point of us living apart anymore, eventually your going to move in so why wait? I love you one day I'm gonna marry you but for now move in." you gaped at him shocked at the sincerity in his voice your face softened you rubbed along his leg, It did make sense now that you knew who he was, that must have counted for something you felt your heart swell as he mentioned marriage but you wont let yourself get to excited yet but you would give this a go, you practically live there anyway.

"Fine I see your point, but I will help around the place and i want to help towards the bills" he leaned down kissing you softly

"Great you can move in this weekend Alfred do you still have the movers number?

""Yes sir i will call them tomorrow morning - well later today for you" Bruce smile thanking him

"Bruce didn't you hear me I want to help with the bills" he ignored you

"I'm sorry what? No I just heard you say you'll move in nothing after that." he winked you sighed

"I said I’m helping!"

"Alfred did you hear that? I swore I heard something but I'm not quite sure?"

"Could have been the wind sir"

"ALFRED?! not you to?" he smirked at Bruce who laughed loud

"Hey you can have one of the studies, making into your own private little reading room or art studio"

"The one on the west wing would do sir it has good light and beautiful view over the grounds and a large fireplace

""Thank you Alfred, as soon as your moved in you can decorate it however you like" you deadpanned at him

"your not going to let me help out at all are you?" he shook his head at you making you sigh Alfred on the other hand was ecstatic to have a lady in the house it had been to long since there was a feminine touch to the manor.  "Finally someone sensible in the house!" you giggled at Alfred's giddy expression before he cleared his throat 

"Well- excuse me now you should relax you cant sleep after hitting your head so many times so I suggest watching some tv, I'm going to go get some sleep, If you do decide to entertain one another please bare in mind that the walls are all glass... for Y/n sake more than yours sir." you blushed as Bruce waved him off as he left. once alone you both became quiet it was Bruce who broke the silence

"I'm sorry"

"What? What are you sorry for?"

"I wasn't fast enough, I couldn't get there in time. I heard your screams, didn't know it was you but when I got to the restaurant your friends they were screaming at the police that it was you. My heart stopped thats why I called in Superman I couldn't risk you, not for a second and in the end it was me who nearly killed you."

"You didn't throw me from that car Bruce love come on it was you who saved me love, like you said you didn't want any risk so called in back up, and it was the back up you called in who stopped the car-" he gave an indignant look

"Batmobile what ever point is he wouldn't have been there if you hadn't called him its over anyway and as of the weekend I will be safe and sound in the manor waiting for you and the boys to come home every night."he gasped at you going to argue over the boys you placed a finger to his lips

"I already worked it out Alfred had the decency not to lie to me when I asked and I hope you do to, I love you don't dwell on all the could have's okay?" he smiled nodding you snuggled into him more wincing a bit then began surfing through the channels hunkering down for the remainder of the night.

Get to know POPPY PINK who’s THIRTY years old and works as the OWNER OF OUT OF THE BOX CRAFT STORE in town. She is from FLORIDA and is often times mistaken for ANNA KENDRICK while others say she reminds them of POPPY from TROLLS.

about:

death cw, cannibalism cw, depression cw, pregnancy cw, miscarriage cw

when poppy was still only just a few months old her mother was killed by a serial killer cannibal on a night out with her friends. the killer was caught a few towns over three weeks later and has been in jail ever since. because of this she was raised by a single father - peter “peppy” pink, the longstanding mayor of their small town trollsville, florida.

even though she grew up with only one parent poppy never felt unloved or neglected. the entire town practically pitched in to help raise her - she was always bouncing around from “aunties” and “uncles” places while her father was busy with work.

peppy pink is the absolute greatest man as far as poppy is concerned. she loves her father to death and always dreamed of one day becoming just like him. which is why she planned for the longest time to follow in his footsteps and become a politician. when college rolled around she majored in political science and double minored in business and arts - figuring that was a good balance of things she loved to do as well as practical studies.

in high school as well as college she was a bit of a party animal, out almost every night with friends - even for just small get togethers - and disappearing from home completely on the weekends, unless mayor peppy had an event he needed poppy to attend. in high school she was fairly calm in comparison to a bunch of her friends and fellow party-goers, usually only drinking maybe one or two drinks per party. but once college rolled around she started drinking more and occasionally doing drugs on special nights, like big concerts or raves, etc.

her junior year of college was when she met creek and her entire life changed. she’d had past relationships before, but none of them compared to how quickly and hard she fell for him. within just a few months of dating she knew he was the one. 

and for a long time things were great, after graduating they got engaged but decided to wait to be officially married until his yoga studio was stable and her own political career had started to take off. she was working with her father and learning the ropes of being a small town mayor while her father still technically held the title. but even though they had decided to wait a few years, poppy still dreamed about the wedding everyday. she had scrapbooks planned and after a year of being engaged stumbled upon her dream dress and bought it without any hesitation.

about 2 years after graduation is when poppy found herself pregnant for the first time. it was the best news she’d ever received in her life and she and creek were over the moon (or like with everything else with creek - that’s at least what she thought) only for her to miscarry a few weeks after finding out.

that was hard on her and the first time poppy experienced one of her bad depressive episodes. throughout high school and college she’d had times were she’d get down and struggle for a day or two - but nothing as serious as what happened this time around. she was in bed for two weeks and struggled to even leave her room, much less the house. thankfully since she worked primarily with her father and other people she considered to be family, they all understood and she faced no repressions or setbacks at work.

there were a few pregnancy “scares” over the next year but nothing more than just a late period. each time it upset poppy, but nothing that lasted more than a day or two.

until it finally stuck and she found herself pregnant again. this time she made it through the whole first trimester and a month into the second, even found out it was going to be a girl and it was just when she and creek started thinking about names that she miscarried again. it was even harder than the last time, a surprise considering she had been told she was likely in the clear since most miscarriages are more common to happen during the first trimester. 

this was absolutely one of the lowest points of her life. she took a complete leave of absence from work and didn’t leave the house for a month. none of her friends could find ways to cheer her up and she pretty much shut them out anyway. only wanting to be by herself or with creek.

after about a month she started to slowly recover, gained her energy and her appetite back. it was during this time that she completely re-evaluated her life and realized she wasn’t as truly happy as she thought. sure, she had her crafts, her friends, and creek... but was being the future mayor really what she wanted? or was it just her following along in what was always expected of her? with these doubts she decided to wait a bit before going back to work - choosing to focus on music instead

she became a local musician, playing at coffee shops and such whenever she could. the yoga studio was doing good plus she always had the trust fund her mother left her to fall back on, so poppy wasn’t worried financially. 

it was great for her mental health and after a few months she decided it was what she wanted to do full time. a choice that she really had thought would make her life better, but instead brought it crumbling to the ground. because apparently that wasn’t what creek had signed up for. he had planned on marrying the future mayor, wanting to be the elite of the town himself, and when poppy gave that up it changed things for him - changed it so much in fact that he dumped her. called off the engagement and ended the relationship entirely.

the breakup was messy. real messy. the fact that he had cheated on her multiple times over the year was revealed, they both said horrible things to each other, and poppy went so far as one night destroying his yoga studio in a drunken rage with a baseball bat. it was the one time she actually got in trouble with the law, spending a night in jail but having the charges eventually dropped 

to this day poppy still isn’t sure if he ever even loved her at all. it’s fucked her mentally a lot when it comes to relationships. she’s constantly doubting the other person’s feeling despite how hard she tries not to. it’s the reason why most of her relationships post-creek have ended. with her getting stuck in her head and overwhelmed and ending things out of fear and insecurities. even if she still loves the person, which she always does.

when poppy falls in love, she’s in love for good. even with creek, as much as she hates and despises him for what he did and how badly he hurt her, there’s still a part of her that will always love him. when you picture your forever with someone that isn’t something that just goes away.

speaking of falling in love - poppy falls super fucking easily. she has a small crush on almost everyone she meets. she’s at any given time harboring active feelings for at least one or two people.

but anyway - after the break up with creek, poppy started going out even more than before. partying or clubbing every night. it was during this time that she got closer to her high school rival barb - a girl she’d always secretly had feelings for but never acted on because of the rivalry that was between them. this party phase lasted about a year before she got a little tired of it. around that same time was when corona opened and she decided to make the move.

her childhood best friend, branch, who has been there by her side through every up and down of her life was against the idea of her leaving at first. but once poppy sets her mind to something there’s no turning it back, so he gave in and decided to move along with her. the two got a townhouse together on the island and each opened their own business - for branch it was a sports and camping goods store and she started up an arts and crafts one.

the arts and craft store has a whole area in the back with a few comfy chairs and two tables for people to work on anything they want! she also has a little stand with a “mini business” run by bubbles (it’s a pet psychic stand)

moving to corona is the best thing she’s ever done. it’s helped her so much, she’s met so many amazing people - some of the best people she’s known her whole life. 

she still struggles with her depression at times, but she’s getting a better hold on it. she still also hella overworks herself, but that’s just in her nature and is likely something that will never change. about once every other month she has a crash day or two, where she does nothing but sleep and lay in bed - it’s a mixture of the exhaustion and sometimes the depression playing in, but most people close enough to her to know about her mental health struggles are aware that this is sort of her normal routine now

she has a girl band with barb and also occasionally performs at open mic nights solo - a part of her stubbornly refusing to give up performing out of spite against creek

a big stress baker as well as just a big baker in general - at least once every few month goes around to all the local businesses and gives the owners little treats because she likes to stay in touch with all of them

scrapbooking and kitting are her favorite crafty past-times, but she also paints and draws and does all sorts of artsy stuff

favorite colors are pink and purple. tho she loves a good blue too

pop is her top genre of music, but over the time of meeting people like barb and hickory she’s come to enjoy all types. but pop will always be her favorite.

she has the power of glowing. a guide to which can be found HERE

she has a bunch of minimalist tattoos which can be found HERE

The Batman Effect

I’ve been sitting on this thought for a while and figured I’d finally share it. I’m calling it the ‘Batman Effect’ bcus I’ve noticed it occur most notoriously with Batman - tho it’s present with other characters in varying pieces of media ofc.

‘What is The Batman Effect?’ you may ask. Well, I’ll tell you!

The Batman Effect is when a character is propped up on a sort of pedestal and the characters around them suffer in characterization. Whether it be competence, skill, intelligence, personality, etc. See where I’m going with this (and why I chose B-man)? This is kinda lengthy, so I’m putting it under a cut.

For Example:

Dick Grayson: We know he’s hypercompetent. He made an excellent Batman himself. He’s won numerous fights against extremely difficult enemies. He’s led arguably some of the most - if not the most - teams in the DCU. However, once Batman - Bruce specifically - steps into the picture, his competence drops dramatically. 

He’s a mild example.

You ever notice how irritating it can be when Batman or another such popular character enters a title/scene bcus somehow they seem to outdo everyone even when they feasibly shouldn’t? 

‘But he’s The Batman!’ you may cry.

Yeah. That’s the point I’m making. He was never this bad. Never a point of such intense flanderization until he reached critical popular success. He’s been a staple for decades, yes. But he was...manageable. Real. That’s the downside of fame. Once a character hits a certain point of fame they lose the ability to, well, lose. They have their faults but those faults are almost never larger than the faults of those around them. They take precedence.

Let’s take it a step further. 

Those in association with Batman seem to get a sort of...boost from the writers (depending on the writer) that causes them to give that ‘Batman Effect’ to those around them. Everyone is fine and then a Batfamily member enters the scene and suddenly the power dynamic shifts. It’s centered on That Person. Competence fluctuates unfairly. It drives me absolutely nuts. This works with other non-Bat characters, of course. If That Character™ has others associated with them, then those associates get a sort of unfair boost as well (but never greater than That Character™).

There seems to be a sort of hierarchy too. When multiple Bats are around, it depends on A) Which Bats are present and B) Who the writer is. Damian gets an unfair boost due to being Bruce’s ‘blood son’ - which is just ridiculous (ily Dami). It gets more complicated when it involves other Big Name Heroes (such as Supes, Hal, Flash, etc.) Then you need to take into account which Bat(s) are present and which Big Names are around. If the Bat ‘outranks’ that Big Name (in the eyes of the writer) then BOOM, Batman Effect. 

Need a more extreme example?

How about...Selina Kyle. I love here but how in the ever-loving fuck did DC justify her being able to take down multiple running speedsters without a single problem? 

That makes no sense at all. I still get angry just thinking about that tbh. There isn’t a single feasible reason she’d be able to see them and land a hit that they wouldn’t notice and dodge OR get massively injured/killed due to hitting something that’s moving at super speed. She’s tied to Batman and was engaged to him in that comic. Therefore she must be able to do such feats! -sarcasm- The Batman Effect. 

Characters get demoted to ‘sidekicks’ to the Bats once they’re on the scene. Example: Jason Todd and Roy Harper. Ever since Outlaws, Roy has been intrinsically tied to Jason and only Jason, reduced to ‘Jason’s bffl’ and ‘Not As Good As Jason’ despite his incredibly rich and complex history, very notable skills, and many ties to other heroes/teams. Koriand’r too. I am not getting into that. 

‘But you’re a Dick Grayson/Batfamily stan! You should be happy!’

No. No, I am not. Not in the slightest. I like proper, realistic characterization that doesn’t shit on other characters just bcus someone rocks a Bat-symbol. I have many favorites that aren’t Bats. EVERYONE deserves fair characterization. I can openly admit that Dick Grayson gives off The Batman Effect when around many other characters (never Bruce, tho. Gotta remember he’s tHe BaTmAn™). Just bcus he’s my favorite doesn’t mean I appreciate it. I want him and those around him fairly and accurately portrayed (that’s a rant of a different time).

It’s also most noticeable when it’s someone's main title. I understand that since it’s a character’s title comic it should be in their favor. However, I don’t think it should be unfairly in their favor. The writers have to make it work without pushing characters down low. There’s no reason to degrade or dumb down a character just to make another look good. If you have to do that then you aren’t doing the story or the characters justice. Something isn’t working with what you’re writing.

‘Are there any other examples?’

Ohhhh plenty. The most notable is: Big Name Heroes/Villains vs Legacy/B-list/Lesser-Known Heroes/Villains. If you’re against a fan favorite or pop culture icon then big fuckin RIP to you. Things get weighed in the former's favor bcus they’re The Money Maker. Regardless of the skills/abilities of the other characters, the more popular ‘Money Maker’ usually finds a way to come out on top UNLESS it’s ‘For The Plot’ to lose. They get flanderized in a way that isn’t fair. It doesn’t just make the other characters suffer, it makes them suffer too. I’m actually to the point where I can hardly stomach Bruce being in anything bcus the inevitable downgrade of those around him. 

Like stated earlier, there’s a Hierarchy. It's almost like a popularity contest any more or the writer’s personal feelings on the character(s) and not their established characterization :/ 

‘They’re trying to make money! It’s a job, after all!’

They can make money without destroying their characters. Yes, even the greatest will one day fall bcus people will just get sick of them. Like I said, every character suffers from this. 

I can list so many characters who’ve lost good portions of themselves to this phenomenon - whether being the one causing the Batman Effect or the one targeted by it. It’s almost heartbreaking.

This, of course, isn’t just a DC problem. It’s liable to happen in any comic or any piece of media. And, again, this doesn’t always happen but it’s enough of a problem that I almost dread reading certain titles with certain characters for fear of the characterization due to the pair-ups. Sometimes it’s not all bad. Not every writer does this, thankfully. It’s just prevalent enough to be a problem for me. Hence, this post. 

So, from now on, when I see shit happen in comics/tv/movies/etc with characters that make no sense other than to make one look better than the others, I’m marking it down as The Batman Effect.

BNHA Rewatch: Episode 16 “In their own quirky Ways”

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And now we’re back with an episode that contains one of my favorite moments in the series! Season 2, Episode 3.

Right off the bat, let’s meet the Kirishima=Tetsutetsu joke. If I may get analytical for a moment, an interesting aspect of this joke is that while their quirks (and birthdays) are identical, Kirishima and Tetsutetsu are actually not the same, in any more meaningful way: Kirishima is an easygoing, somewhat insecure kid very much like Izuku, while Tetsutetsu is a brash and energetic fighter who leaps into danger at the slightest opportunity. It’s just that society sees people=quirks, so they see Kirishima=Tetsutetsu.

Bakugou defies your expectations! And laughs on their graves! 

You say run! Drink! (Also, Deku wrecking a robot’s shit without using OFA. Why is he so badass and amazing? Of course, this is only a prelude...) 

Momo’s got a gun. Whole world’s come undone.

Enter Hatsume! Another favorite supporting character. Who doesn’t love Mei? (Shinso apparently is in that crowd, since he’s impressed with her here. Rereading this arc a while back made me consider shipping Hatsushin). 

"Your declaration of war was to the wrong person”. Damn, I do lowkey ship Todobaku pretty hard. Like, Bakugou is so obviously hung up on Todoroki being so strong and ignoring him, and Todoroki does genuinely care about him despite all the hissy fits Kacchan throws around him. If it weren’t for Shoto’s chemistry with Momo I’d suggest they just OT3 it up with Deku...ah well.

Speaking of our protagonist...HELL YEAH. ABSOLUTE MADMAN DEKU. GRABBING A MASSIVE WIN RIGHT HERE. NOT EVEN USING OFA. JUST ON HIS OWN BRILLIANCE. HE’S THE FUCKING BEST. This is such a !!!! moment for me, it’s so much of why I love Deku in one glorious scene. Smart, inventive, absolutely determined, and unstoppable. And also mildly insane. 

You know, Bakugou might have good reason to fear this guy surpassing him. Just saying.

Make no mistake about it, Izuku is on top. (and pulling his craziest murderface yet. I love how nutty he is in this arc. Like, something snapped, and our sweet hero just lost his mind for a day. Oh who are we kidding, he was never sane).

EFF YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Stupid business course kids raining on my parade and pushing my button by calling Deku “plain” again. He is a beautiful snowflake you judgmental hags. (tho left boy looks like BoyJiro, so he’s got it going on).

Mineta does something to prove himself The Worst again and I’m not gonna post it. Eff you Mineta. 

Now to the results, on which I seriously call Hax. How the hell did Weld Guy Awase, Vine Hair Shiozaki and Has a Tail Ojiro get further than Uraraka, Hatsume and Ashido?!

And now to this cruel effing twist. Just when something goes right for Deku, something most go equally wrong. It’s like the Law of Equivalent Exchange. (Which is good from a narrative point of view, since if he was always winning too easily he’d be a Mary Sue/Gary Stu hero. And you don’t want that, that’s boring. Still though, sometimes I wish he could just be happy and win for once, no caveats attached.) 

So that’s Episode 16. It’s a step up from the beginning of Season 2, which is already more animated (hah) and dynamic than Season 2. This is getting into the Sports Fest proper, and it’s really well-structured as an episode on its own as well. I have a real soft spot for it, it’s a treat. 

BKDK Corner:

Bakugou is obsessed with Deku as usual. “the wrong person” hahaha

And what gets Deku his win and one of his coolest moments in the series? “Thanks for the idea, Kacchan!” I could meta about this, but the series meta’d about it for me: “If the two of you can honestly learn from each other...you can become the greatest heroes who both WIN and rescue.” Deku is learning from Kacchan already. And guess what? It helps him win.

Now kiss! 

(lol jk. There are better NowKiss moments with these two. The frame just looks funny.)

This scene brings up an interesting point to me; why is Kacchan the person who spurs on Deku’s character development and currently acts as his confidante/weird supporter? Why not someone nicer, more supportive, like Uraraka here? I think part of it is that Deku doesn’t respond well to praise and flattery. His immediate response to someone heaping him with praise is to disavow any credit for his successes, to distance himself from his accomplishments. Which could be why he gravitates towards gruff, compliments- witholding Kacchan so much. Bakugou doesn’t flatter him unduly, he pushes him to do better, and Deku just responds better to that than to flattery and open support. For whatever reason.

Best Girl of the ep: Ibara Shiozaki! (4th place in the Race)

Ranker: Top Craziest Things Deku has Ever done (so far)

5. Running at the gate to save Kacchan (saved by Bakugou.)

4. The move in this episode (exploding himself to win)

3. Breaking himself against Muscular (and running around after)

2. Breaking himself to save Todoroki over and over again

1. Infinite 100% Full Cowl

ppl i think regis would get along w/ really well despite never officially meeting them (not counting yen or ciri bc obviously regis would get along w/ them): 

note: under read more due to length

eskel: 

they’re both level-headed & are very familiar with the feeling of being the only sane person in a room. now when geralt or lambert say something incredibly absurd, they just give each other the look™ 

because of how similar eskel & geralt are, regis immediately feels at ease around the witcher. they were different, of course, but many of the fundamental principles which endeared regis to geralt could also be found in eskel. their friendship comes across as quite natural despite having not known each other for long. 

regis is delighted to hear about what geralt was like as a child. eskel tells a bunch of stories, reminiscing upon their childhood & all the trouble the two wolf-school witchers got into. pretty good times all around. 

they also both like animals so eskel introduces regis to his goat, lil’ bleater, while regis introduces eskel to his... ominous conspiracy of ravens. eskel’s admiration of regis increases tenfold after that. 

when eskel returns to the path at the start of spring, he fondly notices that he has three ravens trailing him every now & then. he starts feeding them seeds & grain when he stops in villages for supplies/lodging. the ravens return the favor w/ gifts, starting w/ giving him dead mice or shiny pieces of metal & ending w/ runestones & other witcher-related supplies (likely at regis’s behest).

they also exchange letters every now & then thru the ravens, which eskel enjoys more than he’d admit out loud. unlike his usual clipped speech & monotone, eskel is much more expressive & open in his writings, to regis’s pleased surprise. there are a few times where eskel’s letters are even longer than regis’s--a feat, truly. 

one full moon, the wolf school witchers (eskel, lambert, and geralt) get so incredibly intoxicated on mandrake hooch that they bet regis that they’d be able to land at least one hit on him as a trio... in regis’s giant murder bat form. humoring the three men, regis complies and transforms in the courtyard. lambert immediately passes out at the sight of regis’s teeth. geralt suddenly recalls a vivid memory of regis’s attack on stygga castle & in the case of self-preservation, forfeits entirely by dropping his sword. he then throws up in a nearby bush & joins lambert on the ground. eskel drops his sword but not out of fear--instead, his animal-loving nature comes out full-force and he ends up drunkenly patting regis’s head and scratching his chin. regis gives a happy churr of approval in response.

when vesemir wakes up early the next morning, completely unaware of the previous night’s events, he finds it odd that the keep is so quiet, but goes on w/ his routine. when he goes to the courtyard to check on the horses, he instead finds the 3 witchers asleep--with regis, /still/ in his bat form, acting like a fluffy pillow for the 3 men, one wing wrapped protectively over them as they slept. upon closer inspection, he sees that lil’ bleater is wrapped up in regis’s other wing, sleeping soundly. 

vesemir: 

rocky start at first bc uhhh why is there a higher vampire in our keep, geralt? but after actually getting to know regis, vesemir becomes quite fond of the vampire. being a fairly old witcher, he enjoys being able to chat w/ regis about things that were popular in their youth. at one point vesemir realizes that regis was actually the same vampire he’d heard of back when he was first starting out on the path--that vesemir had even seen contracts for the vampire’s head but he ignored them bc while he was young, he wasn’t idiotic enough to actually go after a higher vampire (lol @ geralt). they even share a laugh about it. 

old slang words!! they both get to use ‘em in colloquial speech w/ each other & laugh at their jokes while the other witchers just roll their eyes. 

regis helps update the keep’s knowledge on both higher & lower vampires, penning his own bestiary of sorts on his species, but focusing on techniques & concoctions that could keep witchers safe from harm. 

regis’s curiosity regarding the trial of grasses becomes apparent & vesemir gives the vampire whatever books still remain on the process. regis is delighted to see that witchers did have vampire genes in them (from bruxae tongue, specifically). 

bonus points for vesemir trying to “sweep up” all the vampire-hunting paraphernalia the keep has, attempting to hide the (lower) vampire skulls, fangs, tongue, claws, etc., that  they had displayed like trophies. regis isn’t all that offended to begin with (his inner scientist was actually intrigued by the vampire parts that the witchers kept preserved), but he does break into a fit of laughter when he stumbles upon vesemir trying to shove an entire stock of black blood potions into a cabinet & ends up dropping all of them at hearing regis approach--the room smells horrid to regis for weeks after tho. 

“did you... did you really think geralt never drank black blood in front of me? he was contracted to hunt down a higher vampire.” “...i just didn’t want you to think i was worried about you attacking us.” “hmm, the more i learn about witchers, the more i wonder how your reputation as heartless monster killers has persisted over the centuries.” 

priscilla: 

it’s an immediate friendship that blossoms between them. dandelion feels a bit jealous that regis feels comfortable to laugh & joke about his nature in front of priscilla when it took regis months to even reveal he was a vampire to the hansa in general. regis reminds him that the first time he so much as smiled and showed his teeth, he had let out a scream and nearly fainted. 

regis does his barber-surgeon magic™ and provides priscilla w/ a medicinal concoction to add to her hot tea every morning. it helps incredibly well and lets her speak/sing for longer. similarly, regis also gets a salve for priscilla to put on her scars that help them heal a bit more. eventually, she no longer wears a scarf around her neck and regis is thrilled at the sight. 

regis is a big fan of priscilla’s singing. as he himself is not the greatest singer, he finds that he loves listening to her singing as he journals/reads/etc. one time he even dozed off, having been so relaxed, that when he wakes, he finds that priscilla had draped a blanket over him & even managed to prop a pillow behind his head w/o waking him. 

priscilla confides in regis when she first thinks that she may be pregnant. given his abilities, he was able to smell the change in her hormones & was able to give her the good news. he goes into barber-surgeon mode™ rt after tho & gives priscilla (and dandelion, once he gets over the shock that he’s becoming a father) a bunch of notes on what sort of diet, exercise, etc., she should do while pregnant. dandelion goes to oxenfurt at regis’s behest to ‘borrow’ more accurate anatomy textbooks and they both pour over the info., wanting to make sure that if he was for some reason predisposed when priscilla was giving birth, dandelion could at least handle it/know what to expect. 

shani: 

they’re both practicing physicians & it’s a shame cdpr didn’t let them meet (even if they were in diff dlcs).

both get to teach each other different medical-related things!! 

regis is more self-taught (but i do headcanon that he learned a lot of his abilities as a barber-surgeon while in the Humanist’s company) & relies on a mix of experience, textbooks (some even written by other higher vampires), and general word-of-mouth (i.e., herbal remedies he’s learned from different villages along his travels) in his practice, tho his specialty is surgery... and haircuts lol 

shani actually attended medical school at oxenfurt academy so her knowledge is much more /by the books/ so to speak. bc of this, she’s able to help regis ‘catch up’ on human anatomy terms that aren’t as commonly used by higher vampires (which is where regis got most of his knowledge). also, what shani lacks in experience she makes up tenfold in skill and problem-solving. for instance, she’s able to show regis a sewing technique to close up a wound that she created to save thread since she worked on battlefields for the most part

they both enjoy academia and learning in general, so besides medicine, they also chat about things ranging from politics to philosophy. shani eventually becomes the dean of medicine at oxenfurt in the series, so it’d be nice to imagine that this decision was influenced by regis, who noted that she would make an excellent professor/researcher 

regis normally gave haircuts to men, but got the chance to give shani a haircut when she lamented that her bangs were falling into her eyes too often during surgeries and she didn’t want to wear a headband (they shared a laugh thinking about geralt and the headband he used to wear).

anyway, they remain great friends and shani even manages to rope regis into giving a few guest lectures at oxenfurt after she becomes dean. while he frets a little about the possibility of the students, all curious and bright, realizing he isn’t human, the lectures end up being a big hit. and regis can’t deny that he enjoys the attention... it’s not everyday that he gets to ramble about medicine & certain surgical procedures and have a full lecture hall of students eagerly jotting down his words. 

Once more, before the Hiatus!

This one'll be extra short since there were only two new eps.

Fright Wig

For a second I thought the shadow was Orangusnake and Snugglemagne got freaking MURDERED

Why is Badgerclops up playing Xbox Live so late?

"How old are you again?" You never know nowadays...

Angry Gay Cat and Feral Bat Who Just Woke Up

No one: Nobody: Not a single soul: Parents when you explain to them you can't pause an online game: Te̶l͢͝l̡̛ yóu̶͘͞r̢͢ ̵f̢̡͜ri͏è҉ńds̀҉̷ you͟ nee̢͟d t̴̨͞ǫ͡ ̶́͞ģ̴͠o.͞

"Go to bed, kid!", says the guy who's up at 3 in the morning playing GTA.

The Sheriff Gang's here - JESUS CHRIST THE WHOLE CASTLE GOT TRASHED! But Snugglemagne is completely fine for some reason? And why does he want everyone to leave so badly? Oh God, is he a monster or something?

OHGODWHATTHEFREAKINGHELLISTHAT.

"They must not know the truth-" "Truth about what?" JFC Mao you need a bell.

I see Chef Rhett's still scared of Mao after the events of Perfect Adventure. I mean, I'd be cautious around someone who jumped in my face and started shaking me the last time we met. That little "Boo." tho...

Oh my God, Badgerclops legit thought Rhett died and was gonna hide his body. That just begs a lot of questions. Has Badgerclops watched someone die? HAS HE KILLED SOMEONE??

Hey it's the guards everyone loves so much! They seem pretty nice. And...easily distracted by candy?

Excuse me, did Camille just say "A cannon that blasts your greatest fears out of your brain"? Is the Sheriff Gang gonna get hit with it?

Camille's definitely on some sort of drugs right now, 'cuz I don't think seeing everyone as "rainbow fire" is normal. And there goes Honey trying to catch her with a dog catcher leash. Good for her.

Aww Badgerclops is carrying Snugglemagne- wait, exposure therapy? Oh God what's gonna happen...

Ah, so he can't buy groceries but he can build a football field length carnival ride/torture device. Priorities.

Badgerclops is clearly blushing when Snugglemagne starts screaming and I don't know how to feel about this.

Aww Adorabat's gonna use her cuteness to convince Snugglemagne to confess...nevermind it didn't work. Damn she went feral! KICK HIS @$$ BABY!

HOW'D MAO STEAL THE FEAR CANNON?? WHERE'D HE HIDE IT?? HIS SASH??

Ooh boy I'm getting Shadowkeep flashbacks.

So Snugglemagne is afraid of...the Sheriff Gang? Kinda understandable but why?

...is that I Will Survive?

DID CAMILLE JUST SHOOT MAO WITH THE FEAR CANNON?! Ah it was just an imagination sequence.

SNUGGLEMAGNE AND MAO FREAKING SUNG A DUET SNUGGLEMAO RIGHTS

Killing shadows with the power of song and dance! Lovely

Ah, so he was scared of their OPINIONS, not them as people. That makes a bit more sense, but if so wouldn't the shadows have said what he thought their opinions were instead of being silent?

He destroyed the castle because...he saw himself without his wig. Are you kidding. I mean, I'M scared of mirrors but I wouldn't go on a rampage over my own reflection.

Aww they modified his mirror to compliment him that's so cuteee

Sleeper Sofa

So Mao just stashes his weapons everywhere? Not just his bed? And is that a Sai?

Aww look at this artsy girl painting her pictures. Love her

Where did all those boxes come from? Are they doing some spring cleaning? Despite it being fall?

I KNOW YOU'RE UPSET ABOUT THE REMOTE, MAO, BUT PLEASE DON'T YELL AT YOUR DAUGHTER

OOH THAT'S NOT GOOD. OOH THAT'S EVEN WORSE.

"YOU DID THIS!" I see what type of episode this is gonna be. And I don't like it.

When did the Sky Pirates install wire taps into HQ? How many phone calls have they been monitoring? ...did they hear Mao's conversation with his mother in Small?

Ratarang said "F--- it, baby mode"

I love this sequence. It proves the Pirates are smarter than they let on and the transitions are amazing, reminds me of the Best in Show sequence from Baost in Show.

"Where did you get those balloons?" "What are you, a cop?" "Uhh, yeah." DECEASED.

When did Mao become so obsessed with safety? Is it some sort of trauma reaction?

Adorabat reminds me of Tako Maki here.

Okay, what type of couch has built-in laser cannons and robotic legs?! Did Mao have it custom built? Oh God the Pirates are dying.

Everyone's talking about how 'thicc' Mao looks in this scene but my first thought was "WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS SPINE. AND WHY'S HE DOING THE SHAFT HEAD TILT."

I'm referring to my kitchen as Snackopolis for now on.

ADORABAT SWEETIE BE CAREFUL

"I HATE THIS I HATE THIS" I felt that in my heart I felt that in my soul

WHY AREN'T THEY SLEEPING IN THEIR BEDS? Did something happen to their bedroom? ...does this take place after Orangusnake Begins?

Does Ramaraffe know how much of a national treasure she is? She needs to know.

Orangusnake had the perfect opportunity to kill Mao...but he decided to drink sauce instead. I respect that.

Nice callback to SugarBerry Fever with the cobbler OH GOD DAMN IT BC.

OH MY FREAKING GOD WILL YOU THREE JUST CALM DOWN FOR TWO MINUTES.

For some reason this song started playing in my head when Mao started breaking everything.

Orangusnake loves his crew so much awwww!

NGL I didn't get the "I'll pay you with exposure!" joke the first time. I actually had to Google what that meant. Did you know there's a cryptocurrency called Exposure? I thought that was interesting.

They all stop bickering and use their respective items to take out the Sky Pirates! Nice

"Badgerclops...will you help me take out the trash?" "DudeIalreadycompromisedallmyVCRS..."

TONY?! HE NAMED THE SOFA TONY?!

He's so hurt over getting rid of Tony aww

Can I get a CassRae (of course) with the (unnecessary n untrue) 'everyone hates fruit cake' trope? 🖤🖤🖤 U the best love

fruitcake DOES SUCK tho and i will hear NOTHING to the contrary.

and also have this ficlet which is technically a follow-up that’s been a few months in the making. and will probably be picked up again for Christmas In July 

awful taste in holiday treats aside, i hope u enjoy this squiddy! merr magic fam crisis

…

Raven loved a lot of things about the winter. Despite the harsh dip in temperature, the world always seemed to make an even warmer glow around her. Whether that glow was found within the homes that lined this snow-covered avenue, or within the hearts of every resident huddled close together indoors, it was something that gave the greatest emotions an ever present zing during this time of year. Love and hope. Priceless feelings that too many took for granted. Feelings that she needed reminding of as they faced off against a rather unexpected foe. One that was armed to the teeth with one of her least favorite holiday staples.

If someone had told her she would be spending Christmas Eve hunting down one of Santa’s rogue elves to avenge her parents, with her girlfriend buzzing with glee at the chaos around them while sticking close to her side, Raven would have counted it at around the third strangest thing she had done that year.

(The second involved puppets and totally-not-copyright-infringing musicals, and the one that topped the list was almost too embarrassing to even think about. But we digress.)

Now as she dove behind a car next to Cass, with the most annoying of Santa’s Little Helper’s hurling insults between globs of fruit cake, she tried to recall anything helpful that Constantine might have mentioned in the past few days leading up to this confrontation of hers.

This whole mess really was that meddlesome magician’s fault, anyway…

…

She remembered Cassandra driving them to Zatanna’s apartment at the edge of Chinatown. A familiar route, even in such a wild state of distress; her regret lying the most in not feeling focused enough to teleport them there herself.

She was running into the building before Cass had even put the car fully in park, flinging off her coat and scarf as the harsh heat blew forcefully in her face. She took the steps two at a time, a few neighbors ducked quickly out of their way in the stairwell as the demoness in evening wear flew by them. Though she had a considerable lead, Cassandra was only steps behind her, giving good-natured, apologetic smiles as she passed.

Most of all, she remembered John opening the door, and her quiet rage as she took in the sight of his dangerous habit, and Zatanna’s unconscious body laying along her couch with the rest of her furniture and Christmas decor upturned around them.

Lights and stockings and holly that had been hung with considerable care, ripped violently from their places along the walls. The tree lay in splinters, with glass ornaments smashed into shards all around, a few were lodged in the walls, as if they’d been used as throwing stars. The glass jars that were meant to be filled with never-ending sweets atop the coffee table, now lay spilled, spoiled, or melted and staining the rug below.

“Deal was goin’ just fine, ‘til your mum stepped in,” Constantine explained before taking another drag of his cigarette, coughing on his own smoke in his haste. Raven could only roll her eyes at him as she pushed past to get to Zatanna’s side.

Cassandra followed in silently behind her, taking her girlfriend’s coat and her own and pushing them into Constantine’s arms with the meanest scowl she could manage.

Obvious to everyone, who was really to blame for this predicament.

“Mom, can you hear me? It’s Raven,” she murmured quietly, brushing aside the sorceress’ hair and taking one of her hands gently. She felt exhaustion and disorientation, but luckily no fear or acute pains from the magician. She placed her other hand more firmly against her adoptive mom’s feverish forehead, and took in some of the more immediate discomfort she could feel. Within a minute, Zatanna’s eyes shot open with a sharp breath and a coughing fit.

“Blackbird?”

“It’s me, Mom. I’m here,” Raven reassured her, squeezing the sorceress’ hand again as she kept another firm one on her shoulder. “Don’t get up. Just tell me how Dad mucked things up this time.”

“I resent that!” John called carelessly from the kitchen. Raven rolled her eyes again, but was grateful to hear more familiar mumblings as he set a kettle to boil.

Tea. Familiar, warm, wonderful tea could help to keep the peace tonight.

“You know your dad,” Zee said with a shaky smile as she started to relax back into the couch, “His heart sometimes gets dangerously into the right place.”

“No time for niceties, Mom. What did he do?”

“Apparently some elves don’t just want to be dentists. They want a lot more,” she chuckled, “And your dad, in his infinite wisdom, was ready to strike a deal with one of them in exchange to making extra sure we all made the Nice List. I’m sure you can figure out just how well that went, Blackbird.”

In the kitchen, the kettle gave it’s shrill whistle, and John carefully set out four mugs with various tea bags and instant hot cocoa packets around.

Cass wrinkled her nose as she gave a questioning glance for all of them, signing, ”Water? With cocoa?“ before taking one of the herbal teas instead. Everyone knows hot cocoa is better prepared with milk, after all.

"Where is it now?” Raven asked as John steeped their mugs as penance.

“Where else?” Zee laughed, “On it’s way back to the North Pole. Your dad just unleashed an honest-to-god nightmare before Christmas.”

…

That had been days ago. Tracking the elf’s path of holiday destruction had been a simple task. Minimizing said destruction was another one, altogether.

They were through playing catch up and putting out fires. Now it was time to face this deadly yuletide imp, and to make it pay for it’s crimes against the season of hope.

Pulling a shield over their heads as another yucky, blucky fruitcake broke the car’s windshield and sprayed glass in their direction, Raven turned to see a wild grin on Cass’ face.

“You look eager to take this thing down,” Raven said, amusement finally seeping into her voice as she caught more of her girlfriend’s good mood.

“Been… itching for a fight since… we left Gotham,” Cass explained. “We’re finally getting one. A… fight before Christmas… The night before.” She leaned over to steal a kiss on the empath’s cheek before reaching to pull a batarang from her belt. “Ho ho, here we go!” she laughed before ducking headfirst into the fray.

And all Raven could do was follow close behind, wondering just how on Earth she ever got so lucky to have such a ridiculous and wonderful bat fighting at her side.

seventeen apocalypse team! au

HIP HOP TEAM EDITION

masterlist - guidelines

(originally posted on my personal-ish blog, deerpeachy - reposting here as i intend to continue it here)

seungcheol

gathered his boys fast as lightening when he realised what was going down

seemed like he’d been planning for a zombie outbreak his entire life

“i’ll keep you all safe, no matter what.”

leader in pre apocalypse life, leader during apocalypse life

found a base to set everyone up in in like 2 days

a scavenger through and through: he’s always willing to put his life on the line despite every1 telling him to get some REST  

weapon of choice: big ass kitchen knives. he isn’t playin

prefers to team up with wonwoo on serious missions, his bff no.1 soldier

but at “home” (a fortified convenience store) he’s 110% all over jeonghan who is 120% okay with the attention

“seungcheol i’m going out” “no jeonghan honey u stay inside put ya feet up i got this”

tries to keep out of the petty rivalries but lowkey has a scavenging competition with joshua

outfit of choice: white t shirt (imagine the grime), cargo pants n heavy duty boots

and ok but

s t u b b l e

wonwoo

the most reliable scavenger of the group… and the tsundere

goes about his scavenging missions with a face of steely indifference, eyes are incredibly watchful of his surroundings, and always lookin’ fine

when he has a moment to himself he has a small stash of books he’s collected in his area: he loves to sit down and read to distance himself from the reality of his situation

but most of the time he’s not alone, he’s being pestered by mingyu who is desperate for skinship

always gives mingyu “the look of death” but secretly he doesn’t mind sitting quietly together

hates going for scavenging missions with anyone other than seungcheol, minghao or soonyoung bc he couldn’t stand someone getting hurt on his watch 

particularly mingyu

when mingyu once got scratched by a zombie and had to be put on quarantine he couldn’t forgive himself, and sat brooding in agony that his dearest (boy)friend might die because of him (thankfully mingyu made it) (i want to write this as a scenario stay tuned)

weapon of choice is a sword… purely because i think he’d look princely and majestic

outfit of choice is black, anything black, everything black. he must become one with the night. probably owns black leather trousers because they “give good protection” . ok hun

mingyu

i have trouble picturing mingyu in this apocalypse au because honestly he’d probably die early on in some ridiculous accident (sorry bb)

but thankfully he has his squad to depend on so miraculously, he lives on

“i don’t know. maybe being a survivor is just, like, in my blood.”

the dedicated chef of the group, loves trying to make things out of tinned foods and things nobody would ever want to eat (this sometimes ends in disaster)

always whiny about going outside to help the scavenging squad but he’s nearly always banished back inside by wonwoo who gives him the aforementioned “look”

master of cards among the “inside group”, aka the hermits who are always left to protect the base. he’ll kick ur ass at blackjack

cheerful vitamin of the group, persistent to the point of annoying people when things aren’t looking good or someone is going through a down period

but when he was quarantined everyone was insanely worried about him, esp. wonwoo who sat outside his room the entire time

he teased them all about it when he was in the clear

“i knew u guys loved me…”

weapon of choice is a baseball bat, never gets the chance to use it but loves pretending to smash zombies with it to demonstrate his prowess

outfit of choice: distressed denim jeans, various shirts with inappropriate english phrases on them and a single pair of trainers which are now incredibly dirty (same, i’m not in the apocalypse i’m just very lazy)

hansol

when the breakout first happened, he isolated himself in the group and stayed inside a lot: he didn’t really see himself as an asset because he wasn’t physically the strongest and he also wasn’t great at DIY and helping with fortifying their base

seungcheol noticed this and asked him to come out scavenging one day

vernon’s reaction: fear, dear god the fear. but he went anyways because momma ain’t raise no quitter

and on the mission they were pretty much backed into the corner without an escape plan, and vernon showed his greatest ability for the group: his creative mind

so now he’s the lead strategist for the group, making himself somewhat of an apprentice to seungcheol

“i don’t know if i’ll be much help, but…”

is one of the most innocent of the group, dislikes seeing any type of gore and cringes when any zombie is killed bc he thinks about their past life

writes a daily diary and keeps track of the date even tho it has no purpose anymore

sometimes he gets emotional about the past but he keeps it to himself and curls up in his sleeping bag so he doesn’t burden anyone else

protect this puppy

the master of sad ‘i’m okay’ smiles

but sometimes when they’re all sitting by a fire and playing cards or just talking he smiles a genuine smile or lets out a laugh and it is like a ray of sun,, we are saved,, the crops are watered all the zombies have been taken out

weapon of choice: a small knife, rarely used but enough to get him out of a tight situation

outfit of choice: the king of comfy clothes, hoards big jumpers and hoodies, probably goes on scouting missions wearing trackies

would it be naughty to ask for every even number of the OC ask meme for gorgeous angel thalion? i love her already...

Naughty! But i forgive you instantly, i want nothing more than people asking me qs about my girls with such zeal! 💗💖💕💞💝💟💓2. Does your oc collect anything?Well, she doen't sell some memorable artifacts/junk she got along the way, like Aurnora's amulet or the swords she used to use. Apart from that she doesn't collect anything. Yet. We'll see.4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear?She is middle class and her mother is a tailor, so she is used to some degree of finery. Not too lavish, but nice and comfortable. That partially went out of the window when she screwd her relationship with her family. Nowadays she wears armor, but she still misses fine clothes. Eventually i'll start linking fashion she likes.6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite?So far she's not thrilled about Cyrodiilic wildlife that strives to kill her. In this house we don't like birds much, but i can imagine her living with a crow. Yeahh, that sounds good.8. What is your OC’s theme song? Haven't figured one and only for her yet, but in her playlist there's definitely J Lo's 'Dinero' and Nelly Furtado's 'Maneater'. She's trash. I love her.10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC?Maybe greed, but she does donate to the poor. She just really likes money, ngl.12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?Like 50/50. She will wait, but she may whine about it. She will charge the daedra head-on tho.14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?She likes pumpkins, the weirdo. She also likes pastries and apples and roasted meat. This is basically what she usually steals from castles, bc she doesn't believe in paying for food. Other than that she's used to typical Cyrodiilic food, because she grew up there. Doesn't like corn or rice. Steals them all the same and uses them for potions.16. What does your OC smell like? Rain and freshly moved grass and sometimes like ash and hellfires.18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?Huh. I don't think i'm ready to answer this, i don't know her well enough. -+She is physically not very strong and relies on magic a lot. But she is very good at destruction, especially fire, and gets better every day. -She is selfish and mostly does good deads for something. She *will* help you, but not of sheer goodness of her heart. She'll expect something in return. +But if she finds a person she loves she goes 'ride or die' with them (at least one of these people is Rhea, bc bitches eventually meet up).-She does get jelous too. What's hers is hers.+She is confident in herself, but not arrogant, thanks god.20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?I am going to include her in my Fallout au probably. She goes for punk aesthetic, gets herself a nailed baseball bat and confidently blasts her way through hardships.22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?The one that gets mostly Cs and just wings it. She enrolls into IC Arcane Univercity to understand magic better and better control it, but the lectures are *so* boring to her she quits eventually. She likes more practical magic. She gets bored easily. She is NOT an academic. 24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy/ what do they think in general about living?Huh. Thal is not pessimistic, but is a bit whiny. She's that pic from Bob's Burgers 'fine, i'll do it, but i will complain all the way'. But she mostly complains internally. Generally 'life sucks and she deserves better, where're ten handsome men with fans feeding her grapes?' She's not wrong tho, she spends mostly all the time wet and cold from rain and constantly half-hungry.26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them?Rhea. She learned once about an existance of a sister from her dad when he was drunk again, so she tried to find her after Oblivion Crisis. That was after Red Year, so it was a dead end. They eventually meet through none other than Eris (and also Faralda). Rhea is her only family now and she is constantly impressed by her older sister. Rhea knocks some sense into her academia-wise too. Thal considers both Rhea and Eris giant nerds. Which they are. Anyway, she loves her sister.Her dad. She kind of killed him. But that is a story for later.28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?Can't say much here. She taps her leg when she's impatient.I still have no idea what stimming is too, so she doesn't do it.Thal is careful about her addictions. She doesn't even drink coffee. She *is* 'addicted' to fire though. She is kind of an arsonist, which may or may not correlate with the previous question,,,30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?Hm, i don't think so. First we'd have to find a LI for her. I considered Martin before i met him, but now that's a hard pass for her. We'll see how it goes.And she's too young to have kids, not that she wants any.32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?Right now i honestly have no idea.34.What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?She likes to know what's happening around her in different social groups, but she doen't actually participate in any of them much. But she likes to have the information and maybe use it. 36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?Again, no idea right now. I just can say that she wants a better control over herself and be less lazy probably. She has a long way to go, so we'll figure this out :)38. What would your character do with a million dollars? Open a shop, which she does. I talked about it in a previous ask :)40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?She's a wet and cold goblin that just wants some free food and a free bed. Right now she only goes to taverns or sulks around palaces, stealing food and information and finding a warm bed to sleep in.42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? Not yet she doesn't44. How does your character react/ accept criticism?Doesn't like it. Well, who does. She'll listen, but is most likely to stay by her own opinion.46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works?Just a typical 'give it a shoulder rub, put it in a nice bath' type of things. I do hope it works.48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?Ohh hoo boi. Her mother is middle-class Altmer who had come from Summurset to Cyrodiil and have been living there for quite a while. Has a bad taste in men, considering Thal's father. She loved her daughter in her own, maybe a bit cold, way, but after what happened to her husband and her shop in process that love has diminished.Thalion's dad was a drunk even when he was still with Rhea's family. With being drunk came occasional beating. Since he abandonned them he picked up gambling in Cyrodiil. But he is very charismatic and charming and his get-rich-quick schemes often worked out, so Thal's mom got sucked into the relationship. She didn't believe Thal when she told her dad beat her up, because her husband is a very good manipulator too. All in all, the man sucks. One fine day when he was asleep Thalion got into his room, lit up a candle, dropped it on the floor and burned the whole shop to hell. Her father suffocated in the process. Her mom wasn't home. The arson got pinned on Thal, but she denies it vigorously to this day. But if you ask her about it again, she'll probably say 'yeah, i did it'. 50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? So, if Thally was in Martin's shoes? At first she'd try to get out of it, but after time/if her loved onea were included, she'd do the right thing. She would definitely try to make her last days count thoughThank you so much, this made my two whole days and waa also very useful 💓💟💝💖💗#asks #/thal/

apocalypse!seventeen au

hip hop team edition

s.coups

gathered his boys fast as lightening when he realised what was going down in the world, seemed like he’d been planning for a zombie outbreak his entire life

“i’ll keep you all safe, no matter what.”

leader in pre apocalypse life, leader during apocalypse life

found a base to set everyone up in in like 2 days

a scavenger through and through: he’s always willing to put his life on the line despite every1 telling him to get some REST  

weapon of choice: big ass kitchen knives. he isn’t playin

prefers to team up with wonwoo on serious missions, his bff no.1 soldier

but at “home” (a fortified convenience store) he’s 110% all over jeonghan who is 120% okay with the attention

“seungcheol i’m going out” “no jeonghan honey u stay inside put ya feet up i got this”

tries to keep out of the petty rivalries but lowkey has a scavenging competition with joshua

outfit of choice: white t shirt (imagine the grime), cargo pants n heavy duty boots

and ok but

s t u b b l e

wonwoo

the most reliable scavenger of the group… and the tsundere

goes about his scavenging missions with a face of steely indifference, eyes are incredibly watchful of his surroundings, and always lookin’ fine

when he has a moment to himself he has a small stash of books he’s collected in his area, loves to sit down and read to distance himself from the reality of his situation

but most of the time he’s not alone, he’s being pestered by mingyu who is desperate for skinship

always gives him “the look” but secretly he doesn’t mind sitting quietly together

hates going for scavenging missions with anyone other than seungcheol, minghao or soonyoung bc he couldn’t stand someone getting hurt on his watch 

particularly mingyu

when mingyu once got scratched by a zombie and had to be put on quarantine he couldn’t forgive himself, and sat brooding in agony that his dearest (boy)friend might die because of him (thankfully mingyu made it) (i want to write this as a scenario oow)

weapon of choice is a sword… purely because i think he’d look princely and majestic

outfit of choice is black, anything black, everything black. he must become one with the night. probably owns black leather trousers because they “give good protection” . ok hun

mingyu

i have trouble picturing mingyu this apocalypse au because honestly he’d probably die early on in some ridiculous accident (sorry bb)

but thankfully he has his squad to depend on so miraculously, he lives on

“i don’t know. maybe being a survivor is just, like, in my blood.”

the dedicated chef of the group, loves trying to make things out of tinned foods and things nobody would ever want to eat (this sometimes ends in disaster)

always whiny about going outside to help the scavenging squad but he’s nearly always banished back inside by wonwoo who gives him the aforementioned “look”

master of cards among the “inside group”, aka the hermits who are always left to protect the base. he’ll kick ur ass at blackjack

cheerful vitamin of the group, persistent to the point of annoying people when things aren’t looking good or someone is going through a down period

but when he was quarantined everyone was insanely worried about him, esp. wonwoo who sat outside his room the entire time

he teased them all about it when he was in the clear

“i knew u guys loved me…”

weapon of choice is a baseball bat, never gets the chance to use it but loves pretending to smash zombies with it to demonstrate his prowess

outfit of choice: distressed denim jeans, various shirts with inappropriate english phrases on them and a single pair of trainers which are now incredibly dirty (same, i’m not in the apocalypse i’m just very lazy)

hansol

when the breakout first happened, he isolated himself in the group and stayed inside a lot: he didn’t really see himself as an asset because he wasn’t physically the strongest and he also wasn’t great at diy and helping with fortifying their base

seungcheol noticed this and asked him to come out scavenging one day

vernon’s reaction: fear, dear god the fear. but he went anyways because momma ain’t raise no quitter

and on the mission they were pretty much backed into the corner without an escape plan, and vernon showed his greatest ability for the group: his creative mind

so now he’s the lead strategist for the group, making himself somewhat of an apprentice to seungcheol

“i don’t know if i’ll be much help, but…”

is one of the most innocent of the group, dislikes seeing any type of gore and cringes when any zombie is killed bc he thinks about their past life

writes a daily diary and keeps track of the date even tho it has no purpose anymore

sometimes he gets emotional about the past but he keeps it to himself and curls up in his sleeping bag so he doesn’t burden anyone else

protect this puppy

the master of sad ‘i’m okay’ smiles

but sometimes when they’re all sitting by a fire and playing cards or just talking he smiles a genuine smile or lets out a laugh and it is like a ray of sun,, we are saved,, the crops are watered all the zombies r dead (again)

weapon of choice: a small knife, rarely used but enough to get him out of a tight situation

outfit of choice: the king of comfy clothes, hoards big jumpers and hoodies, probably goes on scouting missions wearing trackies

Getting Rich's is Worthless and being poor fucking Suck's -

Getting rich is a bitch, no friend's, no joy no Time to your Self and once that get that money ... there a zombie with hollow pride after thay where granted this false achievement

thay have no Mind, thin body and No Soul -

there really nothing of them - there mindless and thay go threw life being smug, and there family's SUCK, it's not a gang of soul's in Order if each other is a house of pig's, there parasitic-ing off one and other and only when he's old will he see, what a dip shit He is, Most women already Automatically do not care about 80% of all homo women are parasite's cold blooded parasite's, that only care about them self and thay think the world is always Closeing in on them, there in constant fear and at the same time anger -

So there going to right off the bat nothing going to care and be actting 24/7 for that Sweet Coin, he punp's out he bought a classy Whore,

he bought a whore he doesn't even fuck -

And like all Whore all thay want is money thay live in a house of mirror's, and hold one in there hand and yet there made of glass and have no heart inside, the body is made of ice water as the breath is made of winter, the Eye's are hollow and dead Even tho the heart beat's

he live's his life thinking money, Money, a man made object is the greatest thing in less the realizes' that money CAN'T BUY Him happiness just like so many before, that have fallen for this trap, and the rich do 3 thing's thay either go mad, kill them self's with at Golden rope and or Throw it all away ad go kinda crazy and start spend like crazy - Becuz thay have detached them from reality and life thay have money and yet no life as the poor have life and yet no money

Money was infect want people could not trust one and other on trade, it was a way to keep people from stealing, and it was a attempt to create order in the human race

Don't chase the coin rolling down the street, the Golden Coin that roll's down the street in the night - it's not worth it roll's right into hell - and all the way into circle 9 ...

There is a string on that fukcing coin and a price too high to pay

fuck the golden coin -

i'd say chase love but love is a fucking illusion -

idk what to say for you to do - i guess to do as thou wilt, it's not like any thing fucking matter's -

i rather not say it's CERN becuz there are so many alien's, With shit so much Greater why on earth ( no pun Intending ) With, There little Atom Smasher do anything - with alien's And Tech light year's, beyond us ???

I guess the best i can give you is do whatever you want - when ever how ever the holy order of the universe is dead, all the is sacred - Special is dead

So go do as thou want's, becuz it's like you need to give a fuck any way -

God might be alive but i'll be not surprised if it kill's it self after seeing the crazy shit that want doesn't  here on earth, you see the thing about free will is this

even Tho God can see all that you'll ever do, it doesn't mean your going to do it - god the creator and all like's to watch your action's it can see all possible out come's and yet not Kno that out come - it' has a hunch, that the thing about free will, it oddly Keep's god from being to depress's in all of existence's, reality is tragic and god try to make it a little better With a little Magic it was a big bang, that god started all of life to be quite honest life is quite depressing, becuz beyond god there is nothing, no life no soul's no world's

And, god still Search's, On how it was created ??? God doesn't even know -

All the omniscience's in God can't understand who or what made it - No Bull Shit, at it's apex God's want's to find it's mother and it wonder's if it even needed a father - God is NOT it's own Father but look's and hunt for It's creator -

and at that god's look's, for the Meaning of life - God created the universe BUT not Existence's -