#but i am kinda using the jason didn't come back when he did as a wee get out of jail free card
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I think it'd be kinda funny if Dick got (marginally) a better outcome from his divorces than Tim just to highlight how much Tim fucked up. Dick's still driving the struggle bus but Tim's bus got the wheels and engine stolen. Two divorcees in the house and one of them is making things worse for himself than they ought to be while the other hit rock bottom face first with a replay cam.
Dickvorcee is smart enough to have gotten prenups (used to people trying to use him to get the Wayne fortune) and the court gave him at least primary if not full custody of his kids...whether he actually has the money to support those kids is a different story bc his exes are free and don't have to pay anything + Dick's had a stick up his ass for YEARS about not accepting more help/support from Bruce. Good luck sending even one of those kids to college on that job rotation. Dick's on okay terms with his exes but it's hard to tell whether it's bc he still loves them or he's putting on a good face for the kids. His bad joints + bad job combo makes him miserable and grumpy and takes away his Just Keep Moving coping mechanism since he can't really jump/run/flip around anymore. Pent up anger he has to repress so the kids and Bruce don't pester him about it, but he does get petty and snappier around others. Goes to therapy to manage it but it's tapping deep into that trust fund. Also the kids do love their dad bc they can see Dick's trying and also there's an example of a worse dad (Tim) closeby
Bonus points if Tim on multiple occasions tries to tell Dick how to raise the kids/treat them better and everybody's like dude you don't even get to SEE your kids. Bruce has more credit than you (believability and financially). Tim is probably trying to redeem his bad parenting by trying to be good to Dick's kids but they dgaf and just roast him. Bet Tim caught them playing house a few times where the scenarios were eerily close to his messy divorces
I keep going back and forth on who dicks one divorce should be between babs, kori and Roy- kori and Roy are good bc they both have canon kids which means I don't have to come up with little oc children (ocs in general really aren't my wheel house so getting out of designing a kid for dick would be amazing) but on the other hand I really don't like dickbabs as a relationship so to be able to have an outlet for that dislike by saying yeah they'd definitely get divorced is very tempting - I don't think dick has full custody I think he is doing better then tim but that bar is low and that basically just means he has visitation rights - a few people have suggested I make dick a cop again but thats a wee bit too depressing an outcome even for this au so I'm thinking instead dick was a cop again for a time but his efforts to fix the force from the inside just resulted in him making more enemies as dick grayson that have really been fucking up his life
#ask#anon#i think hes now back to running a gym#but yeah#also i do see dicks children being older#like teens#i think im leaning more towards roy as dicks ex rn#just bc the divorced energy#amazing#but also#have a couple people asking if a certain thing that happened in one possible future we've seen in canon is gonna happen#and honestly it depends#but i am kinda using the jason didn't come back when he did as a wee get out of jail free card#and saying him not coming back when he did#has had a wee domino effect#just to give me some wiggle room to do as i please
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Hope you’ve had a great day. It’s raining like crazy where I am and I have this little wolf plushie that’s reminds me of Jason so I had this thought. This would be a good headcannon or blurb but Jason grace x reader (you do daughter of Poseidon perfectly so please do that) where reader has a wolf plushie that she hugs when Jason isn’t around especially when it’s raining (you know cause she’s a forbidden kid and Zeus probably tried to use a storm to do her in once). Maybe Jason comes in because either Percy (being the overprotective brother he is) was worried about her being alone during it (y/n probably didn’t tell Jason so that he wouldn’t worry) or he just knows, and he finds her either trying to or already asleep with the plushie. So so sorry this is so long. Love you keep up the great work.
✮⋆˙ rain, rain, go away, don’t come back another day!; jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader blurb
content: jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader blurb
warning: language and very brief mentions of murder at the end lmao
author's note: i LOVED this prompt. so fun so cutesy. also, i feel the need to clarify, bc otherwise ill look dumb as fuck, the wolf's name is 'jason' backwards. and the pronunciation is completely from my brain, bc there needed to be something ig. kinda think 'no' 'sah' and then the 'j' acts like a 'j' would in 'raj'
the daughter of poseidon found comfort in a few things; the rain always felt like a warm hug from a parent, the crashing of waves upon a beach always managed to sooth her mind, the laughter of her friends working to ease the stress that grew in her bones.
thunderstorms, though, were not one of the things she found comfort in. even if they did remind her of her sweet boyfriend.
zeus was mad, for some reason that alluded most everyone at camp, so they had to suffer through some stupid thunderstorm. and every crack of thunder and flash of lightening had the girl curling up in her bed even more, her eyes nervously darting around and her wolf plush tightly squeezed to her chest. she wouldn't put it past the god to strike her down, even in the safety of her father's cabin. it didn't help that she, who he believed to a soiled and dirty greek girl, was dating her golden boy roman son. it gave him more motive and ocean's daughter watched enough criminal minds to know he had more than enough reasons to kill her. smite her into smithereens. to tear her atom from atom-
"i'll be back," percy murmured, interrupting her thoughts, maybe an hour into the storm. her eyes tracked him, swallowing thickly before jumping at another rolling of thunder.
"w-where you going?? it's not, exactly, um safe-"
"it is for me. i'm not dating his son," percy mused, trying to lighten the mood but his smile dropped as he saw the stress in your face deepen.
"well, i wouldn't say he's your biggest fan, either," you managed to get out without stuttering and percy rolled his eyes.
"fair. but ill be back," he repeated, vaguely before tugging a hoodie on and leaving the cabin. you said a silent prayer for his safety before yelping as a flash of lightening caught you off guard, leaving you huffing. you were a valiant warrior and the daughter of poseidon, gods damn it, you shouldn't be scared by some measly storm!
"can you come look after y/n?? the storm's scaring her shitless but she won't come get you because she thinks your dads gonna blast her into particles," percy asked as he shook jason away, the blonde boy groggily blinking his eyes and trying to understand his friends words
"huh?" jason asked, his hand jumping around on his night stand until he found his glasses and slid them on to his face, yawning as he took in a sopping wet percy.
"my sister, your girlfriend, is scared," percy restated, simply, and jason was already jumping out of bed, just barely finding time to grab a hoodie before running out of the cabin. percy rolled his eyes and went to follow before decided he'd rather not spend a night in his own cabin with his sister and her boyfriend...and jason's bed was inviting and unattended and probably would be for the rest of the night. i mean, i'd be downright wasteful if percy didn't sleep in cabin one.
"hon?" jason called as he walked into the poseidon cabin, closing the door behind him before walking towards your side of the cabin, "percy mentioned something about the storm and you-"
jason's words promptly stopped as he finally saw you, his strange girlfriend. you had built a tiny castle out of pillows, your shelter from the storm. you'd clearly stolen some from percy, two on either side of you and then one stacked before your head and one under it. weirdly enough, you had also laid a pillow over your feet as well. jason quietly laughed into his hand, his heard melting at the strange sight. but, you had somehow managed to fall asleep like this, the wolf plushy that you had lovingly named 'nosaj' (pronounced no-s-ah-j) tucked in your arms. jason took a mental picture, eager to remember this moment, before gently removing some of the pillows and replacing them with his body.
you reacted instantly and subconsciously, nosaj quickly abandoned in trade for jason. he smirked, proud to be chosen over a plushie as you wrapped your arms around his neck and threw your leg over his, cuddling into his form easily. jason wrapped his arms around your waist and comfortingly spread his hands wide over your lower back. you muttered something into his neck that sounded like 'i love you' but he wasn't completely sure. for all he knew, you could have said 'fuck you.' and he still couldn't have loved you more, even if you had. he pressed a kiss to your temple at whatever your words had been and he was met by the even lapping of your breath. he waited, watching for a few moments before he decided to speak.
"if my dad so much as thought about laying a hand on a single strand of your pretty hair, i'd tear olympus down and soak the place in his ichor. without a second thought, without hesitation. i'd electrocute the world if you asked me to."
#postcards from covey ౨ৎ#all my love ౨ৎ#hoo#heroes of olympus x reader#jason grace#jason grace x you#jason grace x y/n#jason grace x reader
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Hiii :)))
I saw your Makarov posts and I am obsessed with how you write him! I was wondering if I could request a writing? Could you write a oneshot where the reader is completely unaware of just WHO Makarov is and thinks he's a regular guy (established relationship) but she somehow finds out what he does/ has done and he lowkey kinda panics bc how tf did she figured that out??? And is she gonna leave??? But he explains how much he's doing to make sure she never is exposed to his work and he becomes more desperate to make sure she stays? Idk i like him lowkey kinda OOC 😌
If not that's totally ok! Have a good day!!
HELLO GREAT IDEA I LOVE YOU.
ALSO- Jason Isbell has a song called "Live Oak" that I feel fits really well:
There's a man who walks beside me
He is who I used to be
And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me
And I wonder who she's pinin' for
On nights I'm not around
Could it be the man who did the things
I'm living down?
Makarov had worked very hard to keep his "work" away from you. He crafted believable stories, spun from whole cloth, to explain his extended absences and late nights spent away from home. When his men kept an eye on the house, he made them do it in secret, hoping, no- praying that you wouldn't notice the familiar cars that parked on the street every night.
As they say, though, even the best laid plans can go awry.
Makarov's phone rang in the middle of the night, the soft thrum of the vibration just enough to wake him, but not you. He scrambled from the bed, quickly swiping to answer the call while making his way into the hallway.
"What is it?" he asked, sleep still clinging to his voice as he paced in the small space.
An errant creak in the floorboards made him curse in Russian, glancing over his shoulder to make sure it hadn't awoken you.
In the bedroom, you stirred, reaching a hand over to his side of the bed and blinking awake when you found it empty.
"V?" you croaked out into the darkness.
No answer.
You could hear the soft sound of his voice coming from the hallway, words muffled by the distance between you. You rose to your feet quietly, trying to shake the tiredness from your mind.
Makarov had his back to you, his phone pressed against his ear; he was whispering, but you could hear the angry hiss in his voice.
"I told you to tie up the loose ends!" he paused to listen to the man's response and scoffed quietly, "Make sure he's dead before morning, or I'll put a bullet between your eyes myself."
Your heart hammered out an erratic rythm in your chest, so loud that you were sure he could hear it. Had you misheard him?
Makarov ended the call and immediately swiped his thumb across the numbers, dialing a contact you didn't recognize.
"Ivan just called me," he hissed into the phone when the person picked up, "After that stunt at the train station in London-"
His next words were lost to the ringing in your ears.
Train station? Your memory flashes to the news articles, the tv coverage- dozens dead, and hundreds more injured in a blast that NCA and Interpol were still investigating.
Before you could stop it, a small gasp fell from your mouth, impossibly loud in the quiet space. At the sound of it, Makarov's shoulders stiffened, his broad frame becoming rigid in the darkness.
He ended the call abruptly and tried to swallow his heart down out of his throat. His mind was on fire, racing with what to do- what to say-
When he finally turned to face you, his face was pale and his eyes were full of desperation.
The two of you stood in silence, neither willing to break it and confront what had just happened. You'd shared your life with him for the last four years- had laid in bed next to a killer. How many plots had he orchestrated? How many people had died at his behest?
Makarov finally broke the silence with a whisper of your name, "Please- let me explain."
You looked so afraid, wild-eyed like a doe that hears the errant crack of a twig in the forest. His heart was in his stomach now; he felt as if his entire world was about to fall down around him.
Part of you wanted to leave. To pack a bag and find a cheap hotel to put some distance between the two of you. But another part of you, a bigger part, wanted a fucking explanation.
But what could he possibly say?
Makarov closed the distance between the two of you, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. You flinched at the movement, and he felt his heart break.
"I did everything I could to keep you safe," he murmured, his dark eyes never wavering from yours, "I didn't-" he paused for a moment, searching for the words, "I didn't want you to know who I am- what I am."
"You'll never have to find that out. I promise."
"And what are you?" You whispered. You felt as if your life had been upended entirely, pieces of your broken image of him scattered like a shattered piece of china.
"And what if the enemies you've made come for me?" You asked, defiantly, pulling your face from his grip.
A possibility he'd considered thousands of times. That you pulled away from his touch while you asked it pierced his chest like a knife.
How could he begin to explain the details his men kept on the house? The late nights he spent awake when a noise roused him from his sleep, ears strained in the darkness and a grip on his pistol?
"My men watch the house when I'm gone," Makarov searched your face for any sign of relief, "I will always keep you safe, Любимая."
There was so much more he wanted to say-
Don't leave me.
You're the closest thing to normal I have.
I love you.
"No one will ever lay a hand on you," he brought his hand to your face once more and you let him, closing your eyes as his thumb swept across your cheek gently, "Please, give me a chance."
You wondered, now, how many sleepless nights he had spent making sure you were safe. How many times he'd been away, nerves on edge with worry of your safety.
Could you still see him as the same "V"?
"Promise me something?" You stared up into his eyes, sparkling in the dark hallway.
"Anything," he breathed, bringing his face closer to yours, the tip of his nose brushing against yours as he spoke.
"I want things to stay like they were. I don't...I don't want to know about what you do."
You weren't even sure that was possible. But you had to try.
Makarov brought his lips to yours, his stubbled chin grating gently against your skin as he kissed you. For a moment, everything felt right again as he pulled you tight against him, the warmth of his body such a familiar comfort you could almost forget what you'd heard. When he broke the kiss, he was breathing heavily, his eyes flitting to yours once more.
"I promise."
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WIBTA if I told my friend to stop telling me about his achievements?
I'll refer to this friend as Jason for simplicity's sake. Also, we're both autistic, in case you think that changes things in some ways I haven't been able to see.
Jason (21m) and I (21m) have been friends for about 6 years, we met each other at a school that's well-known for being hard to get into and stuff. He finished studying there and I didn't, I never learned how to study so I struggled there a bit. I messed up my papers so I also had to restart, making me be 1 year behind him. That solidified in his head that I'm an idiot.
I know that's a bold claim, but he has made it clear that that's what he thinks, specially when he said that there's nothing wrong with me not being smart because I am the most emotionally intelligent person he knows. Nowadays I'm better about it, but before, my intelligence was the only thing that made me me, so, of course, that hurt; I just went along with it, tho, because I didn't want to seem annoying or something.
I started uni some time during the start of the pandemic, things went alright, but then they wanted us to go back irl and I wasn't confident enough on the whole having learned anything that I decided to stop and go back later just one semester in; though what convinced me was that I was incredibly suicidal and figured it'd probably be best if I took a break and came back after some therapy.
Now, Jason had some self-esteem problems regarding intelligence himself around this point, thinking that he was lesser because he struggled in places were his other friends didn't. I refrained from telling him I felt the same before because I knew it would be dismissed or worse, seen as me telling him that he was indeed lesser by having similar problems to me *because* I am dumber than him.
Instead, I told him he was obviously smart, here you can imagine what I said. At this point I became the person he would go to to talk about school, when he struggled to reassure himself, when he did good to celebrate with someone who wasn't one of his other friends that might've seen that as something not worth celebrating. Occasionally he talked down to me as if expecting me to not understand certain concepts, but I ignored it because my emotions weren't important at the moment.
Now, I became a neet for almost 3 years and felt like complete shit about it the entire time, and Jason kept coming to me with the most recent news about whatever's going on in his life. I tried to not complain about my life and be supportive of him, but it started to get more and more grating the worse I felt and the better life went for him, paired with the occasional mention or allusion to me being dumb, I stopped talking mid conversation until I cooled off and could reply to him again.
I got a job fairly recently, Jason came with news about how he might go study abroad and I just can't stand it. I'd like to tell him to stop talking about this kinda stuff until I'm in a better place, maybe after going with a therapist that doesn't make me feel like shit and I go back to school, but I know he just wants to celebrate with someone. I'm happy for him, I truly am, but it's difficult to not compare your life to others, and right now I really am not the happiest comparing myself to him.
TLDR; I'm salty that my friend is living a better life than me and wish he would stop talking to me about his achievements until I feel in control of my own life.
What are these acronyms?
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Jason gets de-aged because I've seen fics of Tim or Dick being de-aged, and Bruce losing his memory, but no one has realized the potential for angst if you de-age Jason.
Something was different about Gotham. Sure the streets were relatively the same, but the buildings seemed different. Less run down. Newer.
They passed a fire station that had an electrical board that showed any events, the weather, the time and… the date?
“Holy crow? It’s 2023? Does that mean I– does that mean I time traveled?” That would make him 21– nope, 20 because it was April. His birthday wasn’t for another 4 months. “This is so cool. Can I meet me?” Was he in college? Of course he was, there’s no way he would throw all that away. Did he get another growth spurt? He was probably cool.
“I’m pretty sure you got de-aged, since you’re still wearing your suit. I think if it was time travel you would’ve showed up in your…” Stephanie glanced back at him like she had just realized something, but immediately shot her eyes back on the road “Robin costume.”
Wait. He wasn’t still Robin? A grown adult being Robin did seem kind of silly though. Dick had become Nightwing when he was 18. They kept calling Jason “Red Hood” . Was that what he called himself now? How in the world did he convince Bruce to let him use guns? Why did he use guns?
Steph lifted a finger to her com, “Um..quick question, who’s in the cave right now?”
The question didn’t echo in Jason’s ear so he assumed that maybe she’d switched to a different frequency. Which was kinda rude, but also maybe polite because the reverberation is kinda annoying.
“Ok good, Oracle already filled you in. We’re coming up on the cave, Agent A, maybe you should put a sheet or something over the case.” a pause, “How am I supposed to know? I didn't know you people then.” she looked at Jason again, “He still has the white streak in his hair. If that helps?”
“I dyed… my hair?” He tried to get a glance of himself in the side mirrors and sure enough he had a streak of white near his forehead, “ Cool .”
They got to the cave, which had a lot more bat-themed vehicles than Jason remembered. No duh, it’s been like five years.
They got out of the bike and walked further into the cave. Well, Stephanie walked, Jason waddled because his pants and boots were way too big. She turned around with her phone and took a picture with a shit eating grin.
“What- hey! Delete that!” He reached to grab the phone but she moved it just out of reach. Screw her and her tallness.
“No can do, bitty bird. It’s not often I can get blackmail on the Big Bad Red Hood.”
She was basically a stranger and now she has a picture of him. Sure she was let into the batcave, and Bruce probably trusted her, but that doesn’t mean he was comfortable with her taking pictures of him. Jason’s eyes felt like they were burning in shame.
“Miss. Stephanie, don’t tease Master–” Alfred was cut off by a hug,
“Alfie!” Jason couldn’t see Alfred pale in his arms. Because other than the white streak running through his hair, Jason looked almost exactly how he did before he… left. For Ethiopia.
Alfred wrapped his arms tightly around him. Afraid that if he let go, Jason would run away and he would lose him for a second time. “...Jason.”
Jason shifted in his arms, because hugs with Alfred were never this long, even when he was hugging Dick. Did Jason not see Alfred anymore? Nah, that could never happen. Even if Jason was angry at Bruce (which he couldn’t be for that long) he would still try to see Alfred at least once a week. But the hug felt good.
Alfred cleared his throat before letting go, “Dear god, you are practically swimming in those clothes. I’ll see if I can find something that might fit, Master Jason.”
And before Jason could thank him, Alfred was gone.
He started walking deeper into the cave because if it really was 2023, there’d better be much cooler technology and if there wasn’t, Jason was gonna be really disappointed.
But of course, since Jason was wearing clothes that were meant for someone who was Bruce’s size, he stepped on the leg of his pants and tripped on his boots while trying to catch himself.
“These boots are ten sizes too big.” Jason totally wasn’t whining as he kicked them off and started aggressively rolling up his pant legs, “You could probably put these pants on a giant and they’d still be a nuisance to keep up.”
There was a huff of a laugh that did not sound like Stephanie’s. “Well, you are usually kind of a giant, Jason. You probably scare more badguys than Batman.” There was a teen in pajamas offering a hand out to him, “I’m Duke.”
Jason accepted the hand, “Thanks. It’s nice to meet you, but I don’t think it’s possible to be scarier than Batman.” Who was this kid? He seemed about Jason’s age. Did he know Bruce was Batman? Was he the new Robin?
Duke shifted from side to side, “Yeah, you’re right, I was just trying to start up a conversation.”
Alfred came back into the cave with a pile of clothes in his hands. “After you change, Master Jason, meet me in the medbay. I’m sure Master Bruce will want to run some tests.”
That meant he was about to be poked and prodded. And ever since Jason’s mom died–
No… It can’t end like this… Gotta get you out of here….I’ll save you mom…It’s locked!
“Master Jason?” Alfred had placed a hand on Jason’s arm.
“Thanks Alfred.” Jason took the clothes with shaky hands. That flash of– maybe a nightmare, left him feeling clammy. He could see Stephanie walking over to them and Duke was looking at him with a slight frown. They couldn’t see Jason like this, scared of what his own brain conjured up for no apparent reason. So he quickly headed towards the bathroom to take a shower, to wash away the sweat. Not the fear.
He had… a lot of scars. Scars that he didn’t remember getting. The two most concerning being the one on his throat, and the Y shaped scar running down his torso. If Jason didn’t know any better, he would think it was a scar from an autopsy. But he was very much alive.
Jason peeled his eyes away from the mirror and hopped into the shower. He felt like somehow, he was intruding his own privacy. And he was grateful for the turtleneck that was slightly too big because he wasn’t sure if the scars were something he wanted everyone seeing. Because the clothes he was wearing before seemed to cover them up.
Jason could hear the roar of the batmobile. Bruce . Yeah, maybe things have been kinda rough between the both of them recently, but Jason was confused, and scared, and all he wanted was his dad.
Except by the time Jason had reached the Batmobile, it wasn’t Batman coming out of the driver's seat, it was–
“Dick?” Jason had to do a double take. His costume was a lot more muted. Less blue and more black. Also, since when did Bruce let Dick drive the batmobile?
Two other people were coming out of the batmobile too, but before he could get a good look at them, he was engulfed in a hug. Which was weird. Really weird. Because Dick rarely hugged him.
Dick pulled away, “I forgot how small you used to be.”
“I wasn’t going to point out how old you look, because I’m a nice person, but you look old. ” Even with the mask on, Jason could tell. Well, it was less physical, and more of a vibe. There was a different aura of maturity surrounding his older brother. He seemed to be less of a ball of rage and more… Well, calm.
There was a mumble that came from near the batmobile.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
The kid, who was maybe the same age as Jason. He held himself in a way that screamed, I’m better than you . And he had the Robin ‘R’ on his chest. But the costume held little resemblance to the normal Robin suit. Almost all the colors and light had been stripped from the costume. It fit the vibe of Gotham, but it couldn’t be Robin. He also got a sword. A sword. “Are those my clothes?”
“I dunno. Alfred gave them to me.” Jason pulled the sleeves over his hands and crossed his arms.
Emo Robin was looking at him funny. Jason could see the puzzle pieces clicking into place. Before the look was covered by a look of arrogance, “Tt” and he stalked off.
Dick watched as Emo Robin went to the cave's bathroom, and then looked back to the third person. The girl who had come out of the passenger seat of the Batmobile.
“Remembers. Recognizes.” She shrugged and locked eyes with Jason.
She had a mask in her hands, and was wearing all black with the signature yellow bat. The way she was looking at Jason made him feel like she knew everything about him, but it didn’t feel wrong. If anything, it was kind of comforting. He offered her a little smile.
“I am Cass. Your big sister.”
Jason felt his smile widen even more, “I’ve always wanted a sister.”
She just ruffled his hair in response.
Jason looked back to Dick, “um… where’s Bruce?” Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to ask the dude who was almost constantly getting into screaming matches with Bruce where he was, but Dick was driving the Batmobile, which meant they have to have made up in the past 7 years.
“He’s just tying things up with Commissioner Gordon. So he sent us ahead.” Dick gaze was searching his face. “Do you want me to ask him to wrap up sooner?”
As tempting as that was, Jason shook his head, “Nah, he’ll come home eventually.”
Dick opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but then shut it, “I’m gonna go change. I’ll be back.”
That… was probably the most awkward conversation he’s had with Dick. And that was saying something, because that conversation before Dick officially passed the mantle of Robin to Jason had been pretty tense. This was tense in a different way.
“Master Jason?”
“Oh! Right! Sorry Alfie. I’m coming.”
#jason todd#batman#batfam#dc comics#robin jason todd#stephanie brown#duke thomas#dick grayson#damian wayne#de-aged fics#cassandra cain#alfred pennyworth#bruce wayne
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You Belong With Me
Summary; Y/n has helped Eddie work up the courage to ask Chrissy out but Chrissy rejects him and y/n's own feelings for him come out in the process...
Warnings; angst with a happy ending.
Reblogs, comments, etc are very much appreciated! ❤💞 I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.
"So will you do it?". Eddie asked hopefully and she nods. Only because Chrissy deserves someone nice after that prick Jason and Eddie was sweet.
"I just think that Chrissy is beautiful, I'd treat her way better than that dickhead Carver ever could".
She agrees to help him. Chrissy would have a nice boyfriend in Eddie and everything would be fine. What could go wrong?
She didn't know that one conversation would bring her so much heartache.
Now she couldn't stop crying. No matter how much she tried. Eddie's disappointed face keeps playing back in her mind.
Why did she have to confess how she felt? He wanted Chrissy, not her. When Eddie came to her and asked her for help in asking out Chrissy she never expected to fall for him.
Yet, they spent so much time together, that they got to know each other and she found that he was kind, funny, sarcastic yet sweet, he was easy to fall for.
But after Chrissy turned him down and she comforted him those feelings came out and ruined everything.
Eddie was nervous as he waited for Chrissy to give her answer. He had just asked her out after much help from y/n and he was anxious for what she was about to say.
Turns out it's what he expected.
"Oh, Eddie you're a sweet guy but I don't feel that way about you and I'm back with Jason, so sorry". He kinda feels like he's been gut punched it hurts but it's not as bad as he expected.
"I am sorry, also y/n is my best friend and shes the other reason that I wouldn't date you". He's confused now.
"Why would us dating bother y/n?". She gapes and looks at him like he is an idiot.
"Eddie how can you not know?". He is still confused and decides to ask y/n.
Eddie was quiet after speaking to Chrissy, unfortunately, she hadn't been there for the entire conversation but Chrissy had let him down gently but she could tell that Eddie was hurt by it.
"Kinda expected it you know? Why would she want to date a freak?". He mutters and sets up for Hellfire and she softens. Desperately wanting to say something to help him feel better.
"Don't do that Eds, you're a great guy. I'm sorry Chrissy doesn't see that, that she is back with Jason now but someone will see it". Someone already does, she adds as an afterthought but doesn't say it.
"Yeah, but Chrissy is a cheerleader, Queen of Hawkins high, the ideal you know?". The ideal. Her heart sinks and she nods.
"Right, ideal". He stares at her confused and stops what he's doing for a second.
"You okay?". She nods and feels quite nauseated, what happens when there's another Chrissy? When she has to see Eddie fall for someone else? It makes her heartbreak to think about it.
He's her friend now though and she can't be selfish but at the same time, she knows she can't torture herself either.
"I'm fine Eddie". He frowns not convinced and his hands interlace through hers.
"Sweetheart?". Hot tears burn in her eyes and she wipes the tears away.
"I wish you wouldn't put yourself down Eddie, you're amazing, kind, handsome. I just wish you could see yourself through my eyes".
He blinks stunned.
"Y/n, Chrissy didn't feel the same, she told me that but she also said she didn't want to because of you. What did she mean by that?".
Shit... Chrissy had suspected for a while that she had feelings for Eddie, and as much as she tried to deny it Chrissy wasn't dumb, she figured it out.
"Eddie, it's nothing". He looks annoyed now and it breaks her heart in two.
"I thought you were on my side y/n? Were you? or were you belittling me to Chrissy behind my back?". What the fuck?
"No! All I've done is help you, Eddie, every damn day".
"Then why is Chrissy saying that then?". She groans.
"Are you really going to make me say it? Chrissy might not have fallen for you but I did". There's silence as he gazes at her, she doesn't want to see the disappointment in his eyes and gets up feeling shaky.
"What?" He whispers in disbelief and she swallows the sick feeling getting worse.
"I know that you don't feel the same. I get it, sorry to disappoint you that it's me who's fallen for you and not Chrissy, I'll leave you alone Eddie". He gets up and grabs her hand.
"You don't have to leave I..." She turns to him and sighs sadly.
"Eddie, it's been so hard trying to hide how I feel, I didn't expect to fall for you. I didn't but I did. It's Chrissy now and then it will be someone else then someone else and I... I want so badly to be your friend but how do I protect my own heart from breaking every time?".
The rest of Hellfire comes in at that time and Eddie strokes her cheek.
"Princess...
"You can't force feelings, Eddie, don't feel like you need to. I know you don't feel the same and I have to deal with that. I just need some time to deal with these feelings, they'll go away".
He freezes.
"Time. You mean away from me?". Heart heavy she kisses his cheek and the tears come again.
"I'm so sorry Eddie". She rushes out and to her car cursing herself for falling for him so deeply.
It had been a few days since speaking to Eddie and she missed him more than anything.
She had to get over these feelings quickly but she didn't know how.
All she knew is that Eddie would never feel the same way and she needed to move on from that at some point.
Eddie didn't expect to miss y/n so much but he did. He didn't expect there to be a deep ache in his chest when he looked at her but there was.
He didn't expect to finally accept what Dustin ( the little butthead) and Gareth have been telling him for weeks now.
"You know you're falling for y/n right?". Dustin told him one night after Hellfire when he invited y/n to join them and she asked so many questions and got so invested in the campaign.
Gareth teased him for looking at her with a big dopey grin on his face all-night.
"I don't have feelings for her, she's just a friend, she's helping me with Chrissy". Dustin just stared at him disappointed.
"Dude, the perfect girl is right in front of you. You need to wake up and realize that before it's too late".
And the shrimp was right. Chrissy was the ideal he told y/n but now he was starting to see how wrong he was.
What the fuck does he do now? He broke her heart, she has always liked him and he broke her heart. She thinks he's disappointed because it's her that has feelings for him and not Chrissy.
Jesus H Christ this is a mess, he asks Jeff and Gareth for advice and Dustin rolls his eyes.
"What is it Henderson?".
"Dude seriously? Go and tell her how you feel and stop being a huge asshole. You're over Chrissy right?".
"Yes, yes I am". He's been falling for y/n for weeks now. Things with Chrissy would never have worked out even if she did say yes. He gets that now.
"Henderson is right man, go and get her". He nods and rushes out of his seat. He knows exactly where she will be.
It's nice being in nature, deep in the forest near Hawkins High, this was Eddie's spot but she hadn't seen him near here today so she relaxes.
It's been hard without Eddie, she misses him a lot. Then suddenly if by magic he appears looking like he's ran all the way here.
"Eddie?".
"Jesus H Christ, I shouldn't have run that fast". She gets up and helps him catch his breath.
"I knew you would be here". He murmurs relieved and his eyes soften as he looks at her.
"Are you okay?". She asks him concerned and he shakes his head.
"No, I'm not. I miss my girl. I'm an idiot because it took me so long to realise what she meant to me even though my friends constantly told me".
She stares at him stunned. But he likes Chrissy? It's always been, Chrissy.
"What about Chrissy?".
"We wouldn't have worked out. I know that because she's not the one that I'm meant to be with. It's you. I'm falling for you and I can't stop and this week has been hell, please tell me you still feel the same and I haven't made an ass of myself".
She can't believe it, she didn't expect this at all and she doesn't waste any time, she gets up and kisses him which he returns pulling her closer to him.
"Of course I do Eds, I haven't stopped". He kisses her forehead and then drops down to his knees while taking her hand.
"Princess. Would you do me the honour of being my girl. Officially". She giggles and he kisses her hand, then gets up and his lips meet hers once more.
❤💫
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Jason Todd x gn! Reader - Like him a lot
A/n: I think I've officially decided that all these fics are linked so far, and I've decided that you met Jason as red hood first in this timeline, so that will probably be what the next fic for him will be about!
Request: I loved your fic with Jason! Can you do one with them in the beginning of their relationship where they are both so awkward
Warnings: Swearing, awkwardness, some anxious thoughts, second hand embarrassment omg (it's so bad,) cringy asf, I think that's it? You have been warned!
The three P's:
[Pronouns used: You/you] [Pov: 2nd person] [Pairings: (romantic!) Jason x reader]
"No mom, it's just a couple of dates I-" You sigh as your mother blabbers on and on over the phone about how you and Jason are destined to be together and everything else in between.
"Mom I don't know if he wants to be in a relationship right now, but just to appease your undying curiosity." You said "curiosity" with air quotes even if she couldn't see them. "I do like him." You go quiet for a second and your voice turns soft. "I like him a lot."
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jason coming through as he turned his head to find you and as his eyes landed on your figure he waved at you. Though he clearly looked happy to see you and his happiness just seemed infectious.
You liked Jason, you liked him a lot more than you should for someone you didn't know two months ago. You didn't want to screw this up, you really didn't.
"I have to go mom he's here! Love you, bye." You quickly hang up excitement clear in your voice. (But also so she couldn't go on one of her rants.)
Although Jason doesn't come over right away but he doesn't look away from you and you two are kinda just in some weird smiling contest.
Gesturing your hands to motion him over to you he blinks a couple of times before scurrying over to you, neck a little red.
"Sorry I just didn't know-"
You cut his gruff embarrassed response off with a giggle and a shake of your head.
"It's fine I probably wasn't helping."
The coffee date goes pretty well as you two talk about some books, and this new tv show that came out not to long ago. At some point you guys had decided to ditch the coffee place and start heading out as it was getting dark. While you walked the long (really it was the biggest detour ever) to get to your apartment complex you looked down at his hand.
You felt those stupid butterflies in your stomach and you fidgeted with your own hands. Why were you so nervous about holding hands, why did he make you feel like everything you did was incredible? But what if he thought holding hands was for someone who was in a relationship? What if your hands were sweaty and he thought that was weird?
Yet that feeling of being on cloud nine wouldn't leave you, and you wanted to hold his hand despite the nervousness to do so. So without thinking further on it you just jumped right in.
Like an idiot.
You grabbed his hand like you were a frat boy snatching a can of beer, plus you didn't know where to put your fingers. It was a nightmare.
But Jason judge you or give you a strange look, instead he laughed and brought your other hand in his and spun you around.
Eventually you got to your apartment, hands held, and now you were standing at the door of it, just staring at each other trying to figure out what to do now.
You go to open your mouth but a person comes from behind you knocking you forward right into his arms.
"Oh, my god!" You gasped, and quickly backed away from Jason. "I am so sorry!"
The person swiftly leaves to try an avoid whatever the hell was happening between you and Jason. You almost wanted to cry at the prick to take you with them because of all the embarrassment flowing through your veins.
"Not your fault, that person was just being a dick." He shrugs his shoulders, not even blaming you for not paying attention to your surroundings.
You weren't sure if it was possible to like a person so much when you haven't even known them for half a year! But Jason's leather jackets, cool guy persona, while being the biggest softie you had ever met had won you over. You knew you were in complete and utter infatuation with this man.
"I was going to ask you if you wanted to come in." You whispered gazing at him with almost wide eyes. "But I know you're busy and you'll have to leave soon."
Jason presses his lips together before nodding sadly and letting his head fall open to the sky.
"Can I kiss you?" He mumbles nearly offhandedly and his eyes widen immediately after he asked you indicating that he really hadn't meant to say that.
"Not that you have to or anything!" He chuckles nervously. "Obviously! And this is only a date-"
You shut him up with your lips and yes it's pretty fucking awkward at first because you did just launch yourself at him. Yet you two get the hang of it and suddenly it's the best thing you've ever experienced and you want more.
Somehow you ended up making out with Jason Todd in front of your apartment complex without thinking about who could just walk by and see.
When you pull away your body is right up against his and you hands were cupping his cheeks to deepen the kiss and his on your waist.
He gazes at you through half-lidded eyes and in that moment you don't care if anyone could see you, you wanted to kiss him again.
So you did, you kissed him again, and again, and again, although it probably looked like you were a pair of horny teenagers to any passerby you didn't care. You loved that he brought out that part of you that didn't need others opinion's on things when they aren't needed for.
When you pull away for real this time your foreheads are touching as you both try and catch your breaths.
"I have to go." He mutters.
You sigh and take a step back. "I know, see you..." You trail off having no idea when you'll see him next.
"Tomorrow, same time if that works for you?"
You grin as you nod and slowly open the door to your apartment.
"See you Jay!"
When you close the door you can't help but lay your head back on it and laugh in joy.
Ya, you like him a lot.
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@jesusbutbetterrr‘s Ghoulettes Weeks 2024! Week 4 : Trans ghoulettes & Elemental practice
another rambly one but i think this one is funny, basically the ghoulettes being absolute chaos and a hazard to the abbey... and here i hc Sunshine as a fire/air multi, and Aurora as water/air
also i keysmashed this out in 15 minutes after doing physics homework and with half shut eyes because am eepy and it is much too early so... no idea if this even makes any sense...
Maybe either Mist has just finished reading Heroes of Olympus series (i'm back in my percy jackson phase (not) sorry)... and there's a scene where Percy and Jason worked together to create a tornado
fyi, percy is a son of poseidon who can control water, and jason is a son of jupiter who can control air (usually he uses it to fly, etc, but ig here they found new ways to combine their powers)
And you know, they were bored, tour is still far away, it was a weekend so no chores or anything, some of the ghouls were out to have fun in the nearby town, something something... there's only Sunshine, Mist, and Cirrus, and maybe Dew and Rain cuddling in their room but it's not important (yet).
Mist just finished reading her book, and she excitedly ramble to Cirrus and Sunshine about this cool scene where they created a tornado together and was like, "You wanna try it with me, Cir?"
So like they went outside near the lake to try it out because nobody had anything better to do... And it worked! Like they weren't actively trying to destroy the surroundings or anything so they didn't make it too big, but big enough for it to look cool, because they asked Sunshine to take a video of them and send it to the ghroup chat.
And then Sunshine wondered if Aurora could do it alone? Because she's both water and air, and Aurora's like, "Hmmm... maybe? I need to try it out when I get back." Meanwhile we get Aether in the background shaking his head but that's beside the point.
And theeennn.... being the chaotic ghoulette that she is, dubbed one half of the chaos twins, Sunshine suddenly got a crazy idea... I'm sure you know where I'm getting with this but.... FIRE TORNADO!! Because she's fire and air! Of course Sunshine was really excited to try it out, and jumping in place with wide eyes and big hand gestures while talking 500 km/h to Mist and Cirrus, who were like, "What?"
But she was so excited, the two didn't have the heart to tell her no when she said she wanted to try, besides, they have a water ghoulette there, right? In case anything went wrong and someone needs to douse the fire. But just in case they called Rain over to help them, but of course, with Rain comes Dew, the other half of the chaos twin, who just grinned with a dangerous twinkle in his eyes, cheering his twin on, he was as pumped about this as Sunshine.
So, Sunshine stood on the edge of the lake readying her powers, Mist and Rain were on standby, some of the lake water already hovering nearby ready for anything, Cirrus was a bit further away because she was also kinda looking out for Sister Imperator or Papa or any officials that might thwart their plans, also taking a video, and lastly Dew, who sat criss cross apple sauce beside Sunshine.
She started by summoning her fire, making them twist and flow around her a bit, not big, just enough to surround her like a hulahoop. And then she brought it over her head and making it spin like a top with Dew cheering and yelling at her to "Make it bigger! Faster Sunny, faster! C'mon!"
So she called her air powers, combining it with the fire to make it spin faster and faster, also calling a bit more fire to make it bigger and more impressive. And she did it! A fire tornado! But now she had no idea how to stop it, because well.. the fire and air are working together and she had no idea how to separate them. It's basically one mixed element now, she could only control them together, not separately anymore, absorbing the magic back into her body would cause a bit of overload because of the amount she's put out, pushing it onto the lake would douse the fire, but then she still has the air to worry about, which by then would mix with the lake water and create a water tornado, and her control on air is weaker than fire, her main element.
Mist and Cirrus earlier managed to separate theirs because they're 2 separate ghouls, Cirrus pulled her air in one direction while Mist pulled her water in the other direction and just like that they could control theirs, besides, it's easier to release their elements back to their natural states than fire.
And she just looked to Mist with a bit of a panicked look, "Guys.... How to stop this?" So Mist looked at Rain, and they nodded at each other and Rain was like, "I'm kinda sorry about this guys, but not really." Then they just doused the tornado with their water and immediately pull it back so they didn't mix, and it just left the air, which Sunshine then took control of to slow it down and release.
And for good measure, or just being mischievous, Rain sprinkled some water on the chaos twins too (read : drench them in water) because the whole time Dew could've helped but nooo... he was having too much fun and was having ideas of his own, he just had to convince one of the airs to do it with him.
"Hey.... hear me out here, if water and air and fire work together... could we then make fire burn underwater? Can it be our next experiment?" Sunny suddenly said.
#ghoulette appreciation weeks#sunshine ghoulette#mist ghoulette#cirrus ghoulette#aurora ghoulette#with special appearance from#chaos twins T-T#dewdrop ghoul#rain ghoul#bex keysmash
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Before the Twins, that first year, Bess more or less being pressured into accepting a date with one of her coworker's cousins because, apparently, he's "super into her" and thinks she's "totally fit", and Bess is just sick of this girl pestering her with it.
The guy is admittedly cute and seems... nice enough. But he's got the energy of a middle school class clown that never grew up and his jokes only hit about 25% of the time. And he seems to talk just to hear himself talk; he doesn't care much at all about what Bess has to say. Needless to say, the conversation is very one-sided.
The guy disgusts and embarrasses Bess at dinner with his toilet humor and how he plays with his food (he and a group of teenage boys start a contest to see who can successfully through their food across the dining room to reach the other's table, several diners get caught in the crossfire). He makes her pay more than her share of the bill because he turns up "short". Then he takes her to--get this--a strip club. ("I thought you were taking me to a club." "This is a club, Yank." "No, that's not what-never mind.") He meets up with his buddies at this club, and all of them leer at Bess and make comments, both complimenting her and degrading her and also comparing her to the strippers. Bess' fingernails start digging into her palms, she has her fists clenched so tight at the ready.
Eventually her date leaves her trapped in the booth with his buddies as he goes to piss. He's gone an awful long time and Bess is starting to wonder if maybe somebody needs to go check on him, because he was pretty stumble-bum when he left, but then he comes back, hanging around the shoulders of two strippers. "Well, I'm headed out. Or should I say, we're headed out."
The strippers giggle. His friends whoop. Bess his mortified.
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah, I just thought I'd let you know. Wouldn't want to walk out on you in the middle of our date without telling you."
"You're leaving me here by myself?! I don't know this place! It's dark out! How do I get back home?!"
He digs into his wallet and gives her an... Uber gift certificate? "Don't say I never did nothin' for ya, Yank. And don't take this personal, okay? It's just--I like my girls a certain way, right? They gotta be top of everything--I want the best right? And you're just... kinda average. Boring."
Bess doesn't even like this guy; she didn't even want to really go out with him in the first place. So why does that sting so much? Maybe because it sounds exactly like what Oliver used to say all the time?
She manages to get home, falls through the door to see her girls waiting up for her and she just breaks into sobs. She feels stupid but can't help it. "He ditched me in a strip club with a bunch of his guys! I went out with him on a date his cousin spent weeks trying to set up with me because he "was desperate to take me out", and this douche decided to ditch me and leave with hot strippers! He said I'm average and boring and told me not to take it personal. How am I not supposed to take that personal?!"
BESS ANGEL.
First of all, is this guy related to Jason? The assholery is top-tier. What a god awful sack of shit.
It's not Bess' fault for giving him a chance. The girl talked him up. He SEEMED cute and innocent enough. Bess is nice and wants to give him a chance. Why not?
Once her foot is in the door, he just switches it off and turns absolutely deplorable. (Throwing food, leaving with strippers??? SIR. You're a RAT.)
Poor girl. i imagine the girls are waiting for her, because of course. She's out with a strange guy - and they know how guys are. They've got their phones and are sitting up. Once she comes in, relief turns to immediate concerns She starts crying, and they are on her to help her out.
I imagine Gal taking her phone to get the guy's number. As for what she plans to do, well, this guy is about to become INFAMOUS among London's restaurant crowd. Good luck with him ever getting into a bar/restaurant again.
Addie helps Bess to the couch and Connie brings her tissues, water, and big blanket.
Addie: I can't believe he'd do that to you. To you!
Connie: His type comes into the bar all the time. He realizes a woman is too good for him and not isn't going to bend to his pathetic flirting attempts, and he defaults to BUYING the attention he wants.
Addie: That's pathetic! Ugh.
Connie: those ladies are going to be gargling mouthwash for ions.
Bess, you are a KNOCKOUT. If you were actually 'boring' or 'unattractive', he wouldn't have tried to take you to dinner first before dragging his loser ass to a strip club.
In the meantime, they all stay by her. They let her cry, hold her, reassure her. When she's ready, they even draw her a nice bath with her favorite rose bath salts. They treat her how she deserves to be treated.
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Cool new blog you're starting here, really liked your Red Hood post. So wanted to ask, what you would do with Tim Drake? Since your whole but about ways for Jason to move as a character interested me
How i would move Tim Drake as a character
I have no idea.
First question on this blog and I don't have a concrete answer for it, so I'll do what I do best and ramble.
My thoughts on Tim and why he's stuck in the first place
This might be a long section. There's a TLDR at the end if you want a summary of all this and just wanna know what I would do with him
So here's the thing, while I have been keeping up with comic lore and stories through wikis and the like for years since 2016 back when I was 10, I never actually read comics consistently at least as a hobby untill about a year and a half ago. In all those comics, I've only just seen the appeal of tim as a character, I just made a blog post talking about that not too long ago. Not to say I don't like him, I definitely do now, that's for sure. (Also wanna say to bare in mind I don't have universal knowledge of the character so give me some slack.)
So thing is, DC is stuck with him as a character, from what I can get from interviews and the older robin stuff, Tim was supposed to be the 'normal one', unlike Jason or Dick he wasn't brought into this life through tragedy, he went into the life because he wanted to and got into Into a lot of tragedies in a kind of reverse way. Which like I said before, is a beautiful piece.
He also was supposed to BE robin, as in he is THE robin, a lot of comics I've read of him so far before Damian (who we'll get to in a bit), he just seemed to feel like he would always be Robin, he was in universe from what I can see the best one to the point an out of character batman used bus girlfriend to get him back, Dick even said it once I think that he was the best robin, it kinda felt like he was always gonna be Robin and kinda grow the role past the sidekick status, I mean the man actually made the costume cool for the first time.
Then Damian showed up.
Now I don't have a definitive ranking of the robins but I wouldn't be surprised Damian is on top, he fits the asshole trying to be better archetype that I am a sucker for, I liked his stuff with Dick even if I haven't read a lot of it and bus arrogance while annoying to some with the good writers is just plain funny to me and like most of the Batfamily is badass. It also helps I grew up with the DCAMU movies where he was basically the main character.
But he kinda screwed Tim over. All that stuff I said about Tim growing the Robin role or any of that. GONE, I wouldn't say it was intentional on anyone's parts but it still happened.
In Red Robin #1, Tim’s Storyline following the Battle for the Cowl, Tim sees Damian in the Robin costume and that Dick has chosen him to be Robin. And you can really feel what I mean when I say Damian basically took what Tim had going for him at the time.
(lol early Damian was a dick)
Doesn't help that said DCAMU movies I mentioned basically omitted Tim meaning an entire generation of people (like me) didn't even know the dude existed. So now his identity as Robin was basically taken from him in the public eye, Dick had Nightwing and Jason has Red Hood, Damian is Robin now. And Tim is ... Red Robin? I'll get to that name but I wanna make another point.
Coming back to him being the 'Normal one' I meant not only that he was the dude who wanted to get into the hero life without tragedy or anything (which I'm now realizing is kinda a rehash of Barbara Gordon but whatever, I like Damian and his basically a male Cassandra at times) but it was also the fact he wasn't a orphan, yeah again Barbara again did this somewhat but her dad was Commissioner Gordon, Tim(forgive me if I make a mistake guys) had a normal dad and school life and everything. He was just a normal high school kid like you and me who just happened to be a crime fighting badass, kinda like Spider-Man.
Untill multiple tragedies struck and he did become an orphan
Now while in my ramblings I should have mentioned this before the Damian post, DC has taken another thing that set Tim apart from the rest of the robins away. So DC gets Bruce to adopt him, which I love but again, the uniqueness is gone a bit.
So now with have a Robin-less, orphan Tim. (Not sure if he's currently Robin or not, the costume confuses me).
So DC just has nowhere to go with him, they can't make him robin and bringing his dad back would be reductant. So that's where sigh... Red Robin comes along.
So at this point, Tim takes on a new identity and series written by Yost (one of my favorite writers) and it's awesome so far, Tim's smart and detective-like and god that costume just great.
(yes I know that's Jason in the costume but that's a point I'm gonna bring up)
But it also drops another issue with DC and it's direction with him.
I'm sure you've heard of the whole 'All the other robins graduated into better names, even his girlfriend but Tim still has robin in his name's and honestly I freaking agree. It just doesn't separate hum from robin enough for it to really catch on or make him look like he's a new entity. The costume is great but here's the thing.
Tim is the 3rd person to use it. It was originally created in Kingdom come for that universes Dick to use and then by Jason in countdown. So now we have Tim inheriting another costume from his two brothers and it just doesn't work for me
So over the years especially post New 52, DC has been making multiple attempts to go with the character from a costume change to naming him..... Drake??? Who did that anyway?? Dumb
They also made him come out as bisexual which I think is a cool change(I didn't 2 years ago but I was a shit person back then), it makes him more diverse and basically opened his character to a new market. The results and execution of this change has been... Interesting (WHY DID THEY BREAK HIM UP WITH STEPH AND WHY DOES BERNARD EXIST SO BORING!!)
So Tldr: DC got rid of what of what made his character orginally unique for the most part and removed his brand as the current Robin from him and haven't come up with a convincing replacement for a name and direction to take him.
What I would do with Tim
Again not sure since I still haven't read enough to make good judgement calls but there has been this idea in my head for a while now.
Tim Post-Red Robin was interesting mentally, I've talk about how he was so screwed by god at that point in my Tim Drake post. His friends and family even wanting to get him to have therapy.
I read a cool fic called 'New 52 redux' where the new 52 doesn't happen and he attempts suicide, he certainly feels suicidal or at least depressed in this comic, at least I think so, hope I'm not projecting on him there.
He feels like he thinks no one is on his side anymore in his mind, getting paranoid, cold Aka like Bruce, he was acting like Bruce in this run to me. Which was an interesting development since if you read the comics around the early 2000s you would think he would grow into the opposite.
So here's my idea, they lean into this identity Crisis and slow degrade into Bruce at his worst and take him to Hub City, the worst city in DC, yes even worse than Gotham. The question's orginal city that was so bad he quit for his own sanity.
A city so bad that homeless people used dead babies to beg for cash.
I would also give him a new name. Some of the fanon ones I see are pretty cool, Cardinal, Grey Ghost, Gotham Knight etc love em and any would be fine.
So the idea here is that Tim in his Post-Crisis Red Robin mental state, basically tries to singlehandedly take the city from crime, just like Bruce, leaning into how close they were acting but also wanting to prove to everyone else that he can be just as good as Bruce was. Get him to start a business hw would grow as the city moved on and use to profits to improve the city, would be incredibly depressing and brooding.
From there you can either show he's fighting a losing battle and make Tim fall more into his hole of mental issues and Bruce like behavior of pushing others away or let him actually start to win and feel better about himself and start to open up with his family and accept help. Then do the usually status quo stories in hub city.
Of course as usual I have another idea, If most of young justice are dead like I think they were at this time(Retcons and all that make this hard), try and set up a new hero team somewhere, in which he leads the next set of young heroes to avoid all the mistakes he faced as a hero.
Welp that was longer than I thought, hope that satisfied tour question.
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dune part two babyy!!!!
i'll try to keep it as spoiler free as possible. as possible as a review can go i guess..... and as always this was a ramble and it's not really proofread my apologies my loves it's kinda late and my head hurts so this'll have to do!
THE SOUND WAS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOD OH MY FUCKING GOD MY EYES WERE ROLLING BACK INSIDE MY HEAD AFTER LIKE 10 SECONDS ALREADY that was great i loved it
but overall.... i definitely preferred the first one. i don't know maybe it was my own fault - that i was so excited and i might've gotten my hopes so far up but then again i really wasn't expecting anything......... i haven't read the book so i don't know the story and i avoided clips and trailers as much as i could. i guess the only expectation i had that it was gonna be mindblowing. it was okay. and it feels so weird to say it when all of the other reviews are so good lmao so yk i'm reminding us all that i am a simple Movie Watcher And I Know Nothing.
the difference between a good movie or a bad one for me is really simple for me. whether it makes me Feel something. anything. ok, not anything - boredom and annoyance don't really count here. dune part two kind of left me cold. yes, i got chills every once in a while but that was mostly because of the sound design and not because of whatever was happening on the screen.
chalamet had his moments. at the end at least. i thought he was great in the first one but this was kinda just meh. for the most part it just felt like he was there.... but he's literally the main character so that's not good lmao.
another thing that really threw me off was the non-existent chemistry between chalamet and zendaya. it's simply not there. but it's such a big part of the movie??????????? their first kiss was the biggest Meh of all time??????? well, actually pretty much all of their scenes were like that. "meh" isn't even a proper word but idk what else to use here i apologize. now that i'm thinking about it - i can't really give you an example of a good scene of theirs........ boo!
rebecca ferguson is great i love her but her part in this one wasn't too exciting either................... there really wasn't a single performance i feel like i should pluck out bc they were all just very mid. nothing special caught my eye and it's disappointing bc in the first one it's the complete opposite? oscar isaac is there, stellan skarsgård, dave bautista, jason mamoa???????, chalamet obviously, ferguson obviously - so where did all of that go in this one???
now i have two things that i wish had been a little different BUT but but there's a massive but here. neither of those things are villeneuve things. at all. so it's kind of stupid for me to even be bringing them up but am anyway. i wish there was more blood. sigh. pretty sure everyone that follows me already knows of my Bloodlust lmao but i really do think a few scenes would've been better, more effective with it. i'm not talking about blood splatter - it's not some crazy horror movie. i just wanted to see more of it. a pool of blood here and there. i mean the dead bodies were there. is that too much to ask for? maybe villeneuve is just going for the more realistic look...... but ahhh. there was a scene (not a big spoiler i promise) where a person is stabbed in the neck and even though the knife is left in there, there would still be blood coming out of it, no? or idk if he was a weirdo and his blood wouldn't have been red i just wanted SOMETHING to come out from there. it just looked kinda bland.
but since i am a villeneuve doesn't really do blood. in any of his films. it's always very little - mostly only the main characters get to have blood on them. paul (dune's mc) certainly had some on him in the end but LOOK IT JUST DIDN'T SATIATE MY THIRST AAAAAAAAAA it's whatever i guess i can't stay mad at him he's a god i love him
and the second thing, another thing he doesn't really do - fight scenes. here's a reminder that i very much love action movies and so i've seen enough of fight scenes to understand what makes one good and what makes one bad.... i wish he'd show the fights more. if a fight is all cut up - it feels incredibly fake. and that's exactly how the one-on-one fights were like in dune part two. very close-up and cut up. you can't see what's happening so it doesn't matter to you. if you can see more of their moves, you can kind of get more into it yourself but alas only seeing their upper bodies and their unamused faces doesn't really do that. scruntched eyebrows "grr i'm so angry". yeah, okay. show me your moves bitch boy i don't care about your face!!
perhaps i simply need to watch it again. maybe it'll be better the second time around but for now - it was a big big meh. it does feel weird to not be as not into it as everyone else seems to be. the good old rottentomatoes puts this on a whopping 95% while the first sits at a 83% and yk it just makes it seems that i'm really missing out on something lmao. if i do see it again and if the second watch actually changes something i will let you all know i can promise you that!!
very long story short - as an action buff and a villeneuve lover... this was kind of boring. sad emoji face. three stars out of five.
#evoked just about Zero Feelings#sadly#i had a couple next to me who were like super super excited though that was so fucking sweet#they did whisper a lot but it was really hard to stay mad when i could tell that they were in fact just hyped for what was happening#good for them!!!!#this was a spitball so idk if anything made sense yay#maybe i'll add smth in the morning#thank u for reading mwah mwah mwah#ceo of letterboxd says hello
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A start of a new beginning
7:30 am, ring ring! "Eddie! You're gonna be late for your first day of junior high!" Eddie's eyes opened "shit! Shit! Shit!!!" He yelled as he got up and ran to grab something to wear "where's my Black Sabbath tee?!" Eddie yelled out "in the dryer!" Wayne answered. Eddie nodded and ran into the laundry room, it wasn't there "damnit!" Eddie left it alone and ran to the bathroom and quickly took a shower, washing his hair throughly, then his body. He got out after a bit and dried himself off, and wrapped a towel around his hips before we went to the dresser, grabbing a pair of black jeans with chains on it. He had ran to his dresser and grabbed a Beatles shirt "this will work" Eddie whispered to himself. He put on the shirt and ran into the kitchen, grabbing an apple "bye! Love you" he said as he hugged Wayne and Wayne nodded before heading out the same time as Eddie, going to work. Eddie got in the car and drove to school.
Steve alarm started going off, waking him up instantly. His head ringing. Waking up to a bad hangover, him and Jason and the boys had went to their hideout to drink beer yesterday, Steve assumed it was a bad idea but Jason had convinced Steve it wasn't... though Steve should've listened to his gut, because it was school today, first day of junior high. He had got up and took a shower, washed his gorgeous hair and dried himself. He had did his hair, after putting on his clothes, a basketball jacket, and some jeans. He had put some hairspray on, went to his mirror, picking up his cologne and spraying it. He grabbed his bag and went downstairs, and passing the kitchen and leaving to his car, and drove to school.
Eddie entered the building, walking to his locker. Used to the familiar stares. He went to his locker, putting his books in and grabbing his chemistry books, leaving the ones for his next. After a few moments Eddie had gotten pushed really hard against his locker "ow-" he whined and leaned away. It was Jason and his gang, Steve was beside Jason "what the hell do you douche bags want?" Eddie muttered "nothin' freak. Just want to say..." Jason leaned close to Eddie "have a horrible fucking year, dork." Jason growled in his ear (not literally) Eddie stared at him "Hope you fucking get split in half." Eddie spat on Jason's face before he grabbed his books and bag, and ran into the first class. He sat in the back as I leaned his head back. Jason yelled from down the hallway "your fucking done for after school!" Eddie just sighed and leaned his head against the table.
Steve had got to school, grabbing his books from his locker and putting them in his bag. Jason had walked behind Steve grabbing his shoulders, greeting him. Jason said "wanna go pick with the freak?" Jason grinned evilly "sure" Steve was never fond of... doing such childish things in the morning. He followed Jason and watched. Snickering at the defeat he gave Jason, watching him runoff. Groaning, knowing that there was gonna be fight the first day. Steve had went into the class room and sat down behind Steve. One thing Steve didn't like, was that he had every class with Eddie... but not the last one. But it was weird how he liked to watch Eddie do whatever he wanted in every class. But he seemed to be very intrigued in English, probably it was because of the DND thing he did after school all the time. He always came up with little plots and stuff for campaigns, so he was always writing. Another thing, Steve had caught on that Eddie never came to do that stuff in the gym when Steve and Jason's gang was there, but when it was just Steve and other people he would come. Steve stared at Eddie, whilst Eddie chewed on gum. Steve also knew Eddie loved watermelon gum, and that Eddie fidgeted it a lot. Steve got out of his thoughts and payed attention, kinda. He was sitting in front of Robin Buckley, he never really noticed her because he was always too busy being a jerk. Steve didn't eat anything this morning, so he picked up a bagel and took it to first period to eat it, it was his occasional thing. Robin was staring at Steve. After class, Steve had went to the gym in the school, just to play around with the other kids.
Eddie had chewed on his watermelon gum, while he played with his rings. He knew Steve sat behind him, Eddie was never fond of Steve when he started bullying him, but that was the least of his worried because Steve didn't fuck with him when his dipshit of friends weren't with him. After class ended Eddie had picked up his things and went to the gym, having it all scheduled out, when Steve and his friends played, and when it was just Steve and some other people. He walked into the gym and went up the balcony to the very top, and he started writing stuff for his campaign. The only people who were in his campaign at the moment was his band. After a while, Eddie finished and closed his binder, watching the people play basketball. It was always fun watching... well mainly Steve because he was better than most the people there, and Steve's friends didn't even play that well. But when Billy came in last year, Steve was the second best of a basketball player. So his friends had seemed to get that, and make it seem like Steve wasn't any better as then... but really Steve was awesome.
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Uhhhh
I'm kinds sorta writing this for @ramsywasalittlelamb cause they're rly coolandiadmirethemandirlyliketheirficslolanyways-
This is a tim drake fiction based around the kind of fiction ramsy writes (they're rly cool you should like, go check them out) anyways, onto the story. This has angst with some comfort btw lolol
Tw for cursing and angst (sorry if you guys don't rly like that it's just kinda based on my experiences with this topic kinda so-)
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Cuckoo
It wasn't his fault. None of it was.
Not his parents leaving him to go on digs or to go away for business meetings and such, not for having to spend most of his childhood alone in his big house. Not being able to experience a some-what normal childhood like most of the world did. Well, if you could consider normal childhoods like figuring out which Rouge, villain, or hero you'd wanna be for Halloween and risk the chance of that hero or villain seeing you out like that and taking a picture with you at least.
And it wasn't like Tim was jealous that he didn't get a "normal" childhood- or life for that matter! His parents provided safety, a large mansion that he graciously lived in for most of his life, food, access to just about anything technology wise, and utilities! Most gothamites didn't even have three of those things. Just because of the fact that he didn't have a some-what normal childhood didn't mean that Tim was jealous of other people for that. Heck, he should be grateful!
Then why did he have this feeling in the back of hit throat whenever he was stressed out when cases were loaded onto him? Why did he start to feel a bit to overwhelmed than usual when things with his share of WE and Red Robin got to much? It didn't use to be like this, well, maybe it was. Maybe he just didn't really notice it before. Or maybe he did, maybe he did notice it and just push it down with every other burden in his life.
Yeah he's gone through a crazy ton of stuff, who hasn't? For Christ's sake, at least he still had basic necessities. And he had somewhat of a family, it was more than what was offered to him when he was birthed at least. Yeah they were a handful, and stressful- but that was only because they cared about him. At least he thinks so, it would make sense if they didn't. As a matter of fact he knows they probably don't as much. He was just a placeholder, a pretender. Heck, he stalked them for Christ's sake. He's a weirdo. It's been made known multiple, times before. Dick wanted to send him away to Arkham when Bruce "died", Jason tried to kill him, heck they still weren't on the bestest of terms after that. Damian tried to kill him on multiple occasions and resents him. Steph...
He scoffs, rolling his eyes a bit.
"Hell if I know with her anymore."
Red Robin and Nightwing were currently patrolling the west side of the city, near the docks. Nightwing had gone towards the outer city part of the docks, leaving Red Robin alone for the time being closer to the boats. Letting out a huff of air, RR leapt from shipping container to shipping container.
"S'not like they even need me..like, why the hell am I even here?..I jus' like-"
A minorly erupt thud comes from one of the shipping containers after RR lands on it rather roughly- the big bad bat wouldn't be proud at that one.
"Ow- shit-.. whatever. Jesus fuc- why in the world am I even here?? Like, really."
Red Robin softly taped his ear piece twice, connecting it to the line where Nightwing and Oracle where the only ones residing.
"It's a slow night..Wing, check in."
The line beeped once for confirmation.
"Nothing much here Red, I'm gonna head back to the cave before I leave for blud tomorrow. You should head back soon too."
RR squatted down onto the shipping container, "Will do wing. RR out." A soft beeping noise could be heard, letting him know that the line had been closed for the night.
Sighing, Red Robin leapt from container to container until finnally grappling onto a nearby building.
This is what he liked to do most, it was his favorite personal thing to do when he had first became Robin. Feeling the cool Gotham air fill his hair and lungs as he flew from rooftop to rooftop. It was like his form of a teenage rebellion. Defying all laws of gravity and life and just living. Just flying.
Seeing the cave entrance at last he snuck in silently, not like that make any differences, seeing as it required a DNA confirmation and retinal scan along with multiple passwords and confirmation in order to get in. Dicks request, after everything with Talon and the Court of Owls of course. Although Tim considered it overkill.
"Batman, Hood." Tim acknowledged. Earning a grunt and a roughened dismissal, "hey" in return.
Shedding his uniform and hitting the showers, letting the warm water run off of his hair and body. Letting his thoughts run free.
He must've been in there for a while, cause when he came to from his trance the locker room had become misty with steam. Drying off and changing clothes with haste, he finishes up and steps back out into the cave.
"Crap-"
He thinks, quickly noticing the shift in atmosphere from the hot bathroom and the seemingly icy one of the cave. He's gotta get outta here, the quick change from hot to cold does not pair well with having no spleen. In which no one on the team really knows about. It's not really their business anyways, if they really wanted to know more about him, the world's greatest detective could've just figured it out himself.
"Tim?" God damnit.
Tim halts midway up the stairway, "Yeah? Is there something you need B?"
"Yeah...come here for a moment please."
"Fuuuuckkkk" He mentally reprimanded himself.
Stepping down with as much haste as his already tired legs would let him, Tim walks up to Bruce and the Batcomputer.
"Yeah B? What's up?"
Without even turning towards him, Bruce hands Tim a large envelope. "This is new info on the Dowry case. New info showed up, the father apparently left the kid alone for weeks on end. I need you to investigate why he did and what he was doing during this time."
Tim opens the envelope slightly, glazing over its contents.
"Okay..thanks B." Tim rushes up the staircase and shuts the clock behind him. Great. Just great. Not only did he already have to try and push back that godforsaken feeling in his throat and head away, but he had to do even more paperwork and had the chance of catching a stupid cold. All just because dumb ol' Batsy couldn't wait until tomorrow to give him this case. He couldn't really blame Bruce for that though..that was stupid, and childish.
Mopely shrugging to his room and flopping lazily onto his bed, Tim rips open the envelope and sets down the paperwork and photographs. Cold, hard, evidence. Tim could do that, simple enough. Can't fuck up cold hard set in stone facts. This was good, this was something he was good at.
As the hours past, Tim had gotten so in the zone with this case it was almost solved. The dad was off in Kansas reliving his glory days for some strange reason, and in doing that had just left his kid off in their house to fend for themselves.
And that's when it hit him, hard.
He could see himself in the kid, little Timothy Jackson Drake. So mature for his age, so smart. He skipped a grade in school don't you know? He's able to fend for himself.
The kid was almost just like him in some aspects, same short black hair, pale skin, blue eyes- oh god-
His parents.
He could see his parents in those eyes.
Those eyes that were almost like his mother's. Those sharp, demanding eyes.
Tim hadn't even realized he was staring at the picture until water began to stain the photo, making it rise with bumps after a while.
Jesus, why was he even crying? S'not like it's even a big deal. He can take care of himself, maybe this kid couldn't but that was just because he was a kid!! Tim was different. Tim had been smarter than all the other kids in his grades he has straight A's, he excelled.
That was the difference between him and this kid.
He wouldn't understand the type of pain that this kid went through, he couldn't.
Then why was that feeling back stronger than ever? Why did he feel a blooming warmth in his chest, trying to fill that void? Why did his head feel light and misty like a cloud? And why did he kind of want it to take over?
Setting down the photo and leaning back, he runs his hands through his hair, sighing.
"I don't know what's wrong with me...what's wrong with me...why am I like this.."
Soft tears ran down rose pink cheeks, landing on the soft bedding below. What if..what if he let the mist take over? Just for once? Maybe just..softly. He didn't even know what that feeling was but, it seemed to slightly feel good. Maybe it would make him feel better if he laid down. Tim turned off his bedside lamp and got up.
Pulling up the covers, he got under them and closed his eyes. Slowly letting the warmth blossom in his chest and take over, drifting softly to sleep.
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Uhhhh so that's the story lemme know if you liked it and maybe I'll post a pt two, I also have an ao3 and I you guys like it i may post pt 2 (or of ramsy if you like it and want more parts I'd be glad to do so and put it on my ao3 lol)
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Some thoughts on Titans (hbo max) now that show ended.
(In my head it's not over, bc I'm big on rewatching things so... anyways)
Okay. So first thing I want to make clear is that I'm super new to DC and stuff. I've seen arrowverse, most of it, and some movies, also I really like and care about these characters even though show isn't the best, as I hear everyone say and I kinda agree. But still I like the show!!!
Another thing is that I've seen a lot of people hate on this show and I get that it's not the best show, like writing is sometimes very iffy but I think that it's a good introduction to these characters for someone who has never seen anything or read the comics or stuff like that.
Next one is that I am one season short of finishing Gotham and then I plan on watching DC Animated Universe. So I guess my opinions from this post, might change in the future.
So yeah. Here it goes.
I liked the way first season focused on characters and not so much story even though the bigger story was always it like in the back of the episode(s). But I really enjoyed the fact that it was focused mainly on characters of Dick, Hank. Dawn etc. Who they are as people and how what happened to them is influencing their actions. I really liked every character introduction fr.
Even though I watched the show in like few weeks and then waited for last few episodes to come out week by week, I feel like they should have made Dick and Kory cannon or whatever way sooner. They did, kinda, in those dreams/hallucinations, but still, as much as I like this little kind of open ending, I feel like they have so much chemistry, and it just should've happened sooner. When they were in Gotham that Barbara again storyline, I don't know. That wasn't my cup of tea. Also, the flashback episode with Aqualad in season 2, why introduce a character to be killed?! Give us something else than a cute little love story between Donna and Garth and then pain. I don't know. It was so sudden and I don't like character deaths just for the sake of story line.
One thing I did really like was Gar and Rachel, from the beginning from their first meet-cute in the arcade. It was so freaking cute. The fact that they are different, special, that mutual understanding and acceptance ugh. I don't know why we didn't get that like cannon confirmation that they are a thing. We got all those like little cute scenes of them sitting together and stuff but I don't know, I just needed something real just as for Dick and Kory.
As for other characters, I really liked everyone. Conner's little split good and evil personas. Dawn is the most gentle soul I love her so much. Hank was annoying at moments but he was fine. Donna is the beauty, she is grace. <Tim3 (that's how I feel about him). (And I rant about Jason later, wait for it). I don't know what to say like, I really really liked everyone.
Now, maybe I do a separate post about season 4 because it's the, you know, the freshest one in my head but I did rewatch some of the episodes so idk.
As I'm writing this, I see that it's not all like in chronological order as the seasons progress, but I hope you get the gist of it. I wanted to say that I cannot imagine in my head waiting entire week for the episode about Connor after Jason gets dropped off a building even though I knew that's not how he dies fr, I was scared shitless, like, I love him so much, I don't know. Also that fucking scene on the roof killed me, like it seriously messed me up and no one ever talked about it ever again (him being suicidal). Also Dick going of alone every chance he gets to do stupid shit that would 100% get him killed (babe have you heard of therapy, no?).
The thing that bothered me the most, throughout the entire show is how only Gar seemed to care about others. He was the only one to care about anyone. Only one who gave a fuck when Jason died. Like when Kory was mad @ Jason for "getting himself killed"<<<< (what?). He was the only one that was trying to find out what happened to Jason and how he came back. And he did find out (Go Gar).
I know now that that is most likely because of his connection to all the things dead and living, but they explained it very late in the show, so for someone who has no background knowledge, it was confusing.
Major thing that bothers me -> Why is everyone hating on... Literally everyone. Like these people, actors and actresses did in my opinion, amazing job. Considering the writing, okay?
Like let's be fucking for real. This is the first live action adaptation of these characters. And it could have been so much worse. Let's be honest. It could have been so.much.worse. But it's fine and I think that if people are just okay, with something being different, it would have been fine. Like it doesn't have to be the same as in comics. And from what I heard, there are many interpretations of these characters in different comics and different animated series. I don't understand why everything has to be by the book. Like I've been a MCU fan for a while. And l feel like as much as Marvel fans are like haters at the bottom of their souls (not as much as Star Wars fans) and they are (haters), I feel like they appreciate change a little more. (Haters comment is about fanboys don't get ne wrong babes)
It's fine that it's different. Different is okay. Most of hate I've seen is about Jason. And I don't know, like, people calling him a whining c word?!?!?!? Sorry, why is it bad that he's portrayed with more emotions? Or him feeling like he is not good enough (relatable) and always being second thought would bring anyone to tears (it brought me to tears). So why is that a bad thing in portrayal of this character? Like I said, I know very little about his character and I feel like this introduction is fine, it made me care about him. Isn't that what other people in the fandom want? For other people to care. Why does it have to be a specific version? It made me care. That should be enough no? It made me want to learn more about these characters. So why is everyone so offended by this version of Jason Todd? It doesn't make any sense in my head. I was literally losing my shit watching episode 11 of season 4. Last week was peek of my existence because of him showing up again. I have no words.
So yeah, I don't know. I have so many thoughts about this show and no one to talk to because my friends are lame, not watching the same shows I'm watching, watching Bridgerton and shit (no hate to Bridgerton fans).
<3 if you read it all, thank you <3
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Epistolary fic/fake reddit post, take 2 - Percy at r/relationshipadvice.
Notes: I process things through a layer of separation, which is part of how this was born— Jason seems to me to be a good candidate for the same kind of "overwhelmingly matches with AGAB....except" that I have. It took me until I was halfway through it that I realized I got carried away working on it is because Halloween is coming up, which means I dress in my Gender Euphoria coat, and apparently I have anticipatory event feelings I had to work out!
So yeah, this happened.
It can be read as a standalone, but it does take place in the greater stellarverse (if you remember with cream, firstly holy wow I'm so happy you're still here and secondly it's a little after that). No powers.
More notes and pinging at the end! This one got kinda long.
So I (26M) have been with my fiance (25NB, AMAB) since high school. He came out to me last year. (Usually he uses he/him. He describes his gender as 85% guy, 10% lady and 5% pop princess drag queen. Sorry, pronouns might get confusing.)
We got engaged a few weeks ago which I am still completely losing my mind over. The ring I got him is really nice. It has abalone and amethyst on it and it's made of tungsten. Except for the amethyst it matches mine (I have a pearl, which I am just now realizing is funny for reasons that will become clear). 85% of the time, he's deliriously happy showing it off to anyone who will look. The thing is, it's really masculine because when he's feeling masculine he feels really masculine.
He's still pretty new to the whole nonbinary thing and kinda anxious about everything, so we've been using codes to talk about it. It's a little easier to tell me "I'm in ten percent mode" than "I feel like a woman today". He came up with a nickname for her, too. We call her Pearl (not the real nickname but close, it's something you can wear as jewelry).
So anyway Pearl definitely likes the ring, but she's conflicted about it. She hasn't complained and she never will. But last night we went on a date to an opera, and she wore this absolutely stunning floor-length gown and silk gloves and a wig that went all the way down her back. I was so busy gaping like a horny fish I didn't even notice she was wearing the ring on a chain around her neck instead of her finger.
I didn't ask her about it. I'm pretty sure it would have embarrassed her and she would have put it on and sucked up the dysphoria because she thought I was unhappy. But it gave me an idea.
I want to take her out to a really nice restaurant and give her a ring that matches her name. Something feminine and pretty she can feel good in. I want her to feel like Juliet on her balcony. Like Taylor Swift in the music video for Love Story.
I just don't want to put her on the spot, you know? I don't want to draw attention to it if it'll make her feel crappy, but this is super new for both of us so I have no idea what I'm doing. He did drag shows for two years before Pearl perked her head up and let him know she was a part of him.
She has a hard time expressing herself because she grew up with a lot of very strict pressure to adhere to gender norms. She's one of those people who can easily see that it's bullshit, except for when she internalizes it. She makes herself the exception to her own acceptance.
It breaks my heart. Sometimes she cries about it, which is actually a huge improvement. Before Pearl, he couldn't cry except in literal life or death situations. He kinda still can't, but she can.
She likes the opportunities to have a few milestones, like coming downstairs in a beautiful dress while I'm waiting at the door in a tux with a bouquet of pink hyacinths. He went to prom with me, but she's never been to a dance. My housemate helped me buy her a (not-actually) pearl bracelet for her birthday, and she cried and laughed and told me she loved me and demanded I put it on her. (My hands were super sweaty so it took me a couple tries, lol. It looks great on her.)
I imagine myself taking her hand while we wait for dessert. Telling her how beautiful she is. How much I love her, that I can't wait to introduce her to people as my wife, that she's as knock-out drop-dead gorgeous as he is knock-out drop-dead handsome. Tell her how proud I am to be seen with her on my arm. How much her happiness means to me.
I imagine getting on one knee and taking her hand and asking "Antoinette Pearl Smith (not her real full name either), will you do me the honor of being my bride?"
I imagine her crying. That's where my imagination starts letting my insecurity interfere.
Sometimes I see her smiling and crying and laughing and asking me to put it on her. Sometimes I imagine her bursting into tears and having a panic attack because I reminded her. I feel like there's a pretty even chance that it's either exactly the validation she needs from me or it's the worst possible plan I could come up with.
She's incredibly elegant, classy and sophisticated, but she has a distinctly glam edge to her style. We get stares when we're out in public and it's a Pearl day. She's convinced it's because she doesn't pass (she can sing high bass parts and she's over 7 ft tall in her 8-inch dagger pumps and yes that turns me on), but I've seen the way people look at her. Most of them are staring for the same reason I do: because she's an Amazonian bombshell who leaves you breathless and makes your heart race, just by entering your field of vision.
When I say she's outrageously attractive, I mean the second word very literally. People are drawn to her. They can't help it. It's natural when a goddess walks among mortals, I guess. ;)
(And yeah, sometimes people are horrible and we've heard plenty of slurs, but we live near a liberal city steeped in queer culture and history, which helps. I've taken a few punches, but I've thrown them back too, and there's always somebody nearby who checks in with us and makes sure we're okay afterwards. All things considered, we could be in a much less trans-friendly situation.)
I guess I really want to make sure she knows I'm attracted to her and in love with her, and that I would be even if I'd never met him— honestly, if I'd met Pearl first, we probably would have started dating a lot sooner because I already knew I liked tall, blonde, brilliant, sophisticated women, and that's exactly what she is.
I want her to feel like I'm not just going along with it for her sake. When I picture our wedding, I get choked up whether I'm imagining him in a suit or her in a gown. I want her to know that there's no facet of her I'm not captivated by.
Am I overthinking this? Am I being ridiculous? (Yes.) Should I ask her girlfriends for advice? Should I ask my girlfriends for advice?? Should I go hang around at some gay bars and see if I can find any elders who can talk some sense into me???
Should I talk to her mom (actually her sister, long story)? My mom? Maybe my kid sister can lend me some of her childhood wisdom...she's very, very good at keeping surprises (never secrets).
I don't know. I'm rambling. I started writing this post because my BFF (27M) is teaching her to sew bc she's way too tall even for most plus size shops and she just finished her very first circle skirt. she's been spinning around all day like a toddler in a cinderella costume. It's so fucking cute. Please help. I may actually be dying.
I'm going to go dance with her now so she stops giving me the sad baby kitten eyes. Thanks in advance if you made it all the way through! Yikes, me.
MORE NOTES: The nickname thing is honestly mostly so I can keep my head on straight as a writer. Her actual nickname is Ruby, which I was not consciously clever enough to remember fits perfectly because ruby is July's birthstone!
Percy's BFF is Grover, and "Antoinette" is a reference to Jason's middle name, which in this 'verse is Anthony.
(Incredibly, this is less than half of what I have written. Whoops.)
Pinging @perseusjackson-jasongrace, my dear beta @elaborateruses and @starlightshadowsworld because you have all encouraged me to do this in the first place and it's been great. 💜💜
#i wrote this#nonbinary!jason grace#jercy#stellarverse#wip wednesday#squeaking in just barely under the wire!!
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"Pulling them on their lap" BulkJason
"What are you doing, what are you doing, what are you--"
"Calm down."
"I'm gonna squish you!"
"You're not gonna squish me."
"Oh, I so am."
Losing a bit more of the patience he'd been holding onto because that asshole Brady kept trying to goad Bulk into a fight in another petty addition to their never-ending pissing contest, Jason moved his leg further out, one foot right between Bulk's own to draw his attention for a moment.
Then he maneuvered his hands from pulling at Bulk's belly above his shirt, to one hand under the cotton fabric--brushing against the beginnings of Bulk's not inconsiderable happy trail and strikingly adorable stretch marks (that he'd licked about ten times at this point in their relationship)--to hook into his bellybutton; whereas his other hand slipped into the back of Bulk's pantline (how wonderful it was the the other couldn't really wear underwear; and how convenient) to reach between his cheeks and cup.
The sound Bulk made wasn't quite like a squeal, wasn't quite like a nervous chirp, but it was nonetheless something Jason liked to hear, and often.
"There are tiny humans in here!" Bulk hissed, unable to move away without something inappropriate showing; and the way his face went red did nothing to discourage Jason.
"If you sit down, then I'll let go."
Huffing, Bulk made it a point to look like he wasn't conceding a victory at all, rather, like he was having a little fun of his own. He made a show of sticking his butt close to Jason's face, before tucking down and letting Jason's hand still hooked across his belly ease him perfectly onto the sturdy thigh
As a little addition to his own version of petty, Bulk squeezed his thighs together so they settled tight and close so he could tuck his feet under the chair, and then leaned back so he was practically crushing Jason back into the metal chair that looked a bit like black metal decoration than anything truly comfortable.
The arm around his waist disappeared as Jason wiggled a little bit under the full weight of his boyfriend, chin coming up over Bulk's shoulder, and nose leaning into his neck.
Then Jason inhaled deeply, both hands sliding up and into Bulk's jean pockets with both thumbs out to stroke at the belly above them; exhaling with an audible, "Hmmmm," that made the hairs on the back of Bulk's neck stand up and the heat in his face thicken it to an even darker color.
"I didn't order us lunch yet, by the way," Jason grinned, nuzzling a little further up so his lips brushed Bulk's earlobe and the other had to cover his face to stop that adorable little sound from making a return again, "Wanna do me a favor and wave Ernie over? I know you want fries, and I'm kinda feeling in a crunchy peanut butter, blood cherry and vanilla shake kind of mood."
"You mean a Red Ranger, you little shit?"
"Unless you think a Bulk's Guts would be better today?"
He couldn't help but cackle as Bulk made a point at that embarrassing reference to lift off the (damn muscular) thigh for an instant, before leaning backwards as he sat back down hard; grinding into Jason's groin with force and earning Jason's ears going hot at the tips when Bulk leaned back so Jason was pinned--and tilted so he could lean in a bit the smug bastard's jaw.
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