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jadedwolf18-blog · 1 year

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Mini Phantom Invasion

Hi! So here’s a little fluff and angst. I hand the next chapter almost ready to go, should be up tomorrow and the chapter after that has been outlined. They will be a little angsty and word heavy as they will give some context and world building but I hope you enjoy them too!

So with that I have a question. Should I continue reblogging as I have or start a new post for the next chapters? I kind of like having them all on one stream of blogs but it’s getting a bit long to scroll through.

Or I can try to navigate ao3 or ff.net but I have no idea how posting on either platform works as I’ve only ever read. So what do think?

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Chapter 7

Danny hummed as they walked through the forest, hips swaying to an unheard beet as he made his way to the assassins camp. They wanted to make sure the were gone. The had gone back to the Zone to try and convince the old Stopwatch to pick another time line with a good ending. There had to be one. ‘The damn Ancient probably only picked this one because they found it amusing.’ Huffing to themself, they entered the clearing near the river and paused, they quickly ducked behind a tree and turned invisible. Phasing through the tree he flew closer to the unaware vigilante. He was picking through the wreckage they’d left behind, probably looking for anything on the ‘Pits.’ They couldn’t help but stare.

Before they could stop themself, they found themselves hovering over the vigilante as he circled around the camp. They took the chance to take in the features they could see, he wasn’t waring the hideous cowl like some versions of wore. His eyes were hidden by the ever present dominos mask but they new that there were steel blue eyes hidden behind those glaring white screens. His skin was pale, paler than their own which surprised them, considering they were as pale as death in their human form.

Danny hovered so they were face to face with the other man. He had fine aristocratic features that were surprising for a vigilante but knew they fit him well in his civilian life. His top lip was not to thin and curved with a slight cupids bow and his bottom lip was plump. Danny bit his own lip and shook their head before back peddling as Red Robin almost walked through them.

Seeing that the assassins had, clearly, left they took off and headed for they cave.

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Danny sat on the opposite side of the cave as he stared at their current problem. The grinning face of what had once been their greatest enemy stared back at them from the dented metal of the thermos. A million thoughts raced through their head. Did he know he was adopted? That the their mother was an inter-dimensional being? Did he know what the Drs Fentons would have done to him if they ever found out they were half ghost? What they did to their mother? Was his sexual orientation even the same? They were the same person, weren’t they? Danny sighed. “Did you Know?”

There was silence and for a moment the thought he wouldn’t answer. “Know what?”

The response was surprisingly lacking of the mocking drawl he had grown used to hearing from the other. “That we were adopted?”

Once again, silence followed the question. “No.”

“So they never told you, in your time line, either.” Danny muttered as drew their legs up and rested their chin on their knees. Tapping one of the earrings in thought, they asked, “Did Maddie ever where a set of red pearl jewellery?”

“Yes.”

“Ever felt drawn to them?” They were slight unnerved by the one word answers. “Did the draw get stronger after…?”

“Yes.” Silence. “Is their a point to all of these questions?”

“Yes.” Ok, so maybe they was feeling a little frustrated with the somewhat one-sided conversation. There was a, rather loud and dramatic, sigh. They smirked before continuing. “They belonged to our birth mother… or rather… made from our birth mother’s blood.”

They lapsed into another long silence and Danny stood up and padded over to the thermos. Stared at it for a moment before gently picking it up and walking out the cave. The hot spring had, unintentionally, become their emotional support spring.

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dearest-painter · 1 year

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Peter B’s thoughts to Electro(Jamie foxx’s version)’s spider kid

He truly thinks he is their uncle even if he knows it false as you two act like an uncle and their nibling(if that’s correct). He never trained you as you were already well trained as you started when you were 10 years old which he hates. He doesn’t blame your father as he knows your father tried his best to get you away from the spider out of fear but didn’t get their in time. He doesn’t even hate Electro for being a villain as in your universe he’s a vigilante just like you. He does comfort you as best as he can when you get extremely upset of your dead mother.

He’s a bit surprised you’ve never had an uncle Ben but he thinks it because the death of your mother made it be as significant as uncle Ben. He loves watching you and mayday interact as to him it’s like two siblings. It’s more adorable when your both asleep and mayday is asleep on your chest which he has pictures of. You’d be surprised with the amount of times he found you wandering around the spider headcourters (that’s what I’m calling it deal with it) completely confused. He makes sure you forget about it as he doesn’t want you around most of the other spider men or women just out of fear.

Yes I know I said Jessica Drew was next but I’m still making sure I write her character right so I’ll be writing for the ones I know well until I am confident I can write for Jessica drew with a few flaws as I don’t wanna make her TOO out of character.

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #x gn reader #yandere x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #spider man reader #yandere Spider-Man across the spider verse #teen reader #spider kid reader

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frogonamelon · 7 months

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Practically All of the Non Hamato and Non Villian characters

(also known as I have brainrot about my turtles’ world and wanted to share the human (or ‘human’) squad with you!)

The closest manhole to the turtles’ lair is in the center of the courtyard of Arcadia Apartments, a small 2 story building with three apartments on each story, the owner’s apartment (although it's functionally abandoned), and a communal laundry/ other uses space. The residents of these apartments are the characters I want to share with you today!

April [Top Left]: A human woman in her early 20s just getting on her feet while going for her degree in Anthropology at the local community college. She is an amateur journalist who runs a blog about local cryptids and legends that people think are fun but no one really believes. April finds out the truth about these cryptids on one fateful rainy night on her way home from a late night class.

Casey [Bottom Left]: A 20 something year old mechanic by day and vigilante by night under the name The Penalizer. Due to issues with his mom and his dad out of the picture, he lives with and has not so legally recognized custody of his younger sister (although he has a hard time being there for her with everything going on.) He has played every sport known to man but his true love is ice hockey. Despite all logic, he is a morning person.

Angel [Not Depicted]: Casey’s 15 year old sister who has been mixed up with the Purple Dragons for some time. Due to Casey not being around to check her, she is able to go out with them without intervention.

Frankie and Sydney [Top Right]: A couple in their early 30s who live in the human world with their two young children: Sunita (age 5) and Timothy (age 2) [Not Depicted]. Frankie is an entertainer for rent at various establishments and events while Sydney works as a bartender at Run of the Mill. Sydney is a cool mom type with Frankie being a goofy doting husband. That one couple who give really good advice and are destined to be a cute old couple one day.

Irma [Middle Left]: A type A very structured and successful hardass (affectionate) woman in her late 20s maybe early 30s. Irma works at Stockman Enterprises in one of their engineering labs. At least… as a cover. She is a robotic human suit being piloted by a smaller yokai being that resembles a gray alien.

Keno [Small in the Center]: A mid to late 20s man who's just living life and working as a delivery man. He games in his free time and is honestly living the most chill life of all of them. Can and absolutely will cook for everyone, as long as they pitch in financially of course. Is the first and only person April told about the turtles after that fateful night. When he inevitably joins forces with the turtles, he is backup tech support, hacking, manning drones, machines, and cameras from their lair (or his own apartment setup) whenever Donnie’s unable to in the field.

Mei [Center Leftish]: I’m going to keep this brief as I’ve explained her backstory and role here. This is her in her younger days, back when she was more aggressive and inexperienced in the ways of the world outside the arena but after her defeat at the hands of Splinter/ Shen. Despite being a source of wisdom for her neighbors, I could see her becoming an antagonist with the right motivation.

This character doesn’t live with the others but I drew him here:

Yukichi [Bottom Right]: The cousin and mentee of Miyamoto Usagi. After an event in his past, he was shot through the multiverse, unable to find his way back. He travels around the multiverse as a ronin helping/ protecting people and exploring the various universes. He has a sword with the mystic power to control the wind (a la the mythology around Grasscutter and Yuichi having a mystic weapon).

It's likely I’ll do a separate post about him someday and why I made this decision in depth, but it felt too strange to change Miyamoto this much, but this version of Leo doesn’t match Yuichi’s personality. I thought the premise of taking a naiver and more optimistic character and having him become more like his mentor through experience would be interesting.

#lively's turtles #Frankie: God I love my wife <3<3<3 my queen <3<3 the brightest star above #Irma is inspired by Otto from A Man Called Otto #Utroms are just grey alien yokai in this universe instead of being kraang #Sydney's from the 2003 series #I wanted cyberpunk Usagi so bad I made him a completely different character #The idea that every member of the Usagi family has the Captain Marvel 'everyone calls me Fury' treatment is honestly really funny to me #Debating doing that to Yukichi (I know he has a different last name but side of the family is inconsistent in the wiki)#Its hard to tell but Venus' prosthetics are inspired by that one porcelain leg and its floral designs #The paintings themselves though match Future IDW Lita's tattoos #Venus' headwear is meant to be a combination of bubble to protect kappa dish and very simplified chinese opera headpiece #Also eyemarkings are jin chan gold diamonds + chinese opera eyeshadow #This is like my 3rd time posting about this version of Venus how did I get here #tmnt casey jones #tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt 2k12 #rottmnt #tmnt 2k18 #save rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt keno #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt venus #tmnt irma #tmnt april

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purplekoop · 7 months

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War Bots 15 Fact Extravaganza

As a little followup to the introduction (or re-introduction) to the cast, I wanna do a little rundown of trivia about each of the 12 characters from that post, along with teasers for one extra Control, Tank, and Utility character to get a clean 3 out of each role!

So let's get right to it:

1. Wilderoad is actually the oldest War Bots character in terms of development! They were originally planned for an older project for a setting featuring humans and robots (explicitly called "droids" in that universe) called City of Desos, where they took the role of a ruthless silent mercenary in spite of their small stature. They were actually planned to be a minor antagonist who would get a role in a later side story. I don't wanna say much more about this other project, as due to its scope I actually plan to do it wayyyy later than I want to do War Bots. As I got the initial idea for War Bots, I wanted a character I already had a connection to that'd ground the world and inform the style for the rest of the characters. As such, Wilderoad is who I consider to be the mascot of the game! They didn't actually get any art until the current one, where they were the first of much of the cast that I drew while in a hotel for a vacation a couple years back now, but the idea for the design was more or less the same in my head between both projects, though with the War Bots version looking a bit more "heroic" to match their new good-natured vigilante role. Bonus fact: Wilderoad's first "functional" appearance was actually in a DnD game ran by my partner! This was based on their at the time current characterization from War Bots, though in this universe they were a goblin. Can't find the art I made for that version, but it was ironically made before the robot design I always envisioned them as.

2. On the other hand, Calber came at the same time around when the project first became War Bots. He's the key example I give for the existence of the loadout system, as just existing as "the rifle guy" means there doesn't have to be a separate assault rifle and sniper rifle character. His name took a while though, for a while I just called him "Rifleman". Fun fact peering into my naming process: there was an older version of the roster with 25 characters, which along with a special unique 26th character meant that each letter of the alphabet was the first letter of a character's name once and only once, so having "C" open is what eventually led to the name "Calber".

3. Poppett gets her name from the sound her gun makes! Pop-et-pop-et-po-et-pop-et. Her weapon is called a "Blitzum Launcher", and in-universe it was made as a paintball gun that Poppett gave some more extreme ammo. It works like a rapid-fire version of Splatoon's blasters. I wanted the "Scout/Tracer" character to have a weapon based around rapid-fire tracking but also satisfying-feeling burst hits, so that was the compromise. The gun was also inspired by some real-life guns that have a reload mechanism that resembles an old gumball machine's turning dial. The high mobility, paintball-like gun, and the bubblegum motif all came together to make a "young pro athlete" kind of character. She's also the canonical youngest character in the cast, and is a lot more friendly than she looks at a glance.

4. Yanno's name is a play on the Chinese word for fireworks, "Yānhuǒ". His design was already very much inspired by Chinese culture due to that being where fireworks were originally invented, plus it was fun to design him to both have some Chinese-style aspects of his look also resemble a fireworks rocket, like his hat resembling both the tip of a rocket and a Chinese straw hat. Plus, his Chinese dragon themed fireworks launcher is what I think really makes him stand out.

5. Velenna similarly is named after the Italian word for poison, "Veleno". No real reason this time, I just thought it sound cool. When I'm struggling to name something, I often just bash my head against google translate until it gives me an idea to work with. A bonus less "fun" fact is that of the designs from the last post, hers is the one I want to overhaul the most.

6. First teaser for a yet-to-be-seen bot, the third Control bot's name is "Martinet", full name "Gaston Martinet". In fact, they're the only character so far who has a first and last name. A hint for what he's like is that his name is a play on what famous character they're an extended reference to. Hint two: it's not Mario.

7. Navea's kit has gone through a number of changes, trying to find the right balance of defensive abilities. For a while, her main defensive ability was "Hull Bash", where she'd pull out a smaller Reinhardt-like shield, then bash forward, knocking back enemies in her path. This felt overly complicated, and gave her both too much defensive utility and too much mobility for what I felt appropriate for a high-DPS Tank in this game. The alternative was actually simple: basing it on my "what-if" idea for how I'd imagine the TF2 mercenaries working in Overwatch. In that list of ideas, I made Heavy's shift ability a block-style ability based on the Fists of Steel. This felt much more appropriate for Navea, and also gave me better ideas for sidegrade options, ironically some resembling Heavy's other iconic gloves. On the note of melee weapons though: an earlier version of her kit had her melee weapon be a point-blank gun! Now she just uses her arm gauntlets to punch, since the gun as a melee weapon would be silly now that there's a reserve ammo system.

8. Formann, Xenir, and Burnett are all long-time close friends! Two of them were even closer though in an earlier concept, as my original concept for a construction-based Tank was a large, four-legged robot with at least one drill arm. The idea was that they would dig through terrain to gather material that they'd then use to fire out as cement from a back-mounted cannon, which would then form into simple shapes like walls and small blocks to act as cover or temporary means of traversal. I decided to simplify this concept a lot, turning the drill character into the engineer character and reiterating the rest of that idea into a simpler tank themed around construction vehicles. Formann is also the only character of this bunch to have a mouth of any kind. I feel like a lot of construction vehicles have charm due to looking like some sort of mechanical dinosaur or other reptile, so that kind of childish interpretation is what informed both his design and his personality as a gentle giant who I imagine would get along well with kids.

9. The third tank is actually not Dinastus, the rough concept I made semi-recently. That concept is gonna need more iteration. Instead, the tank I want to sort out next is one I'm gonna codename "Heart". She's actually my third attempt at trying to make a more "unapologetically feminine" tank, since I think there's room for fun shape language to make a large, sturdy-looking character that doesn't have to rely on masculine design tropes to look "like a tank". Her gameplay is meant to evoke this too, with her kit being a sort of "support tank" that's less aggressive and more focused on directly protecting allies. The first idea for this kind of archetype was Galleia, a space-themed character who does have a design, but I scrapped her due to being too large and complex of a design to fit into the relatively tame bounds of War Bots's roster, as well as her kit not really feeling very satisfying or coherent. The second was called Herelda, a large clockwork-style robot with a bell-shaped dress. As fun as that idea was, the kit that was coming together just felt like a slightly less aggressive ripoff of Reinhardt, and I feel like I can do better than that. My best reference point for how "Heart" might work is something like Peach in the first Mario+Rabbids game: a high-health character who can directly share the burden of some of the damage an ally takes, and then use another ability to heal herself of some of that burden. This could potentially be a really cool gameplay loop that's high risk, high reward, but also needs to be carefully balanced to avoid being too hard to not just die but also not oppressive with how much protection she can grant. I'm really excited to get this character right though, I think she has a lot of potential to be a personal favorite.

10. A repeat fact about the mysterious Sorsier! Like I mentioned in an older post, War Bots was originally not an original world and cast, but a concept for a fanmade Bloons team-based shooter. The three-path upgrade structure of Bloons TD 6 was a major inspiration thanks to the cool way it allowed for one basic character to be spun off into three branching specializations. While this direct upgrade-based system was eventually scrapped due to concerns of how it'd fit into a PvP shooter environment, it did lead to the current loadout-based system we have now. Sorsier still carries this Bloons development ancestry though, as their three alternate staffs are based on the elements of Light, Fire, and Darkness, the same three elements as the three paths of the BTD6 Wizard Monkey.

11. Before Xenir took the drill part of the original "Drill Tank" concept, the tool of the engineer bot was meant to be a hammer. To make them unique though, I wanted them to have some characteristics of a monkey, making them a small and nimble mischievous sort of character who'd be backed up by their buildings. However, with the drill theme, I took that "little monkey" type of character and pivoted them to be more mole-themed. Even then, the monkey idea was still meant to only have one eye. Bonus fact: the way Xenir's hands can switch between large fingers and drills is inspired by the pokemon Excadrill!

12. Last "mystery bot" to discuss for now is a cool guy named Otto. I knew I wanted to have some kind of robot with a vehicle transformation ability, and as you might guess by the sound of their name, Otto sure is a mobile bot. An Otto-mobile or Otto-bot, if you get what I mean... anyways. They were originally a tank who would have two different kinds of barriers and two different kinds of guns depending on whether he's in vehicle mode or walking mode. This idea really didn't have much of a "thematic identity" though, so I eventually revised the concept with a defining theme to the character that'd tie his abilities together and better define his role. I won't elaborate yet besides saying that Otto is the highest-health character who isn't an outright tank, and is sort of the "off tank" of the cast, but definitely fits better in the broader role of Utility.

13. Burnett's unique means of motion was a conscious choice to demonstrate the potential of a cast of robots. I didn't want every character to just walk on two boring legs when robots could walk around in so many other ways, so when it came time to make the first healer of the cast I decided it'd be good to start this initiative with her. If her body plan looks familiar for some reason, that's because that part of her design is outright inspired by Crank, the orange robot from the 2005 movie... Robots. I love that movie, and it's certainly an inspiration for a good chunk of War Bots's style. Burnett isn't the only member of the cast to be inspired by a Robots (2005) character though, but I'll let you all figure out the other one. Also, if it wasn't apparent, the reason she's the first healer I made was because I had to ask myself "what would a doctor for machines be", and the obvious answer was a mechanic. Combining the vehicle-adjacent theme with the wheeled body plan also gave me the idea to make speed and mobility a key part of her gameplan, which I think will be the super fun part of her kit that makes people want to stick with her other than to just be an obligatory healer. Arber is for people who want to express aim skill, Ezela is for players who want to express skill with game sense and positioning, and Burnett is for players who wanna go zoom.

14. Despite now fitting the role of the de facto Medic/Mercy style of support, Ezela was originally designed to be the first Tank of the cast! She was meant to be an "intellectual" tank designed both in look and in playstyle to be like Overwatch's Sigma. The large shoulders, floating posture, and lack of a conventional weapon should make the resemblance obvious. However, I wasn't very satisfied with her kit as a tank, especially with how it just felt too blatantly like a mishmash of existing Overwatch tanks. I noticed though that she was oddly small if I wanted her to be a tank. I then realized her hat resembled a nurse's hat, and then I instantly pivoted her playstyle with no changes to her design necessary! I've since decided that this "transformatory" development backstory would also be a fitting part of her backstory, which should be more apparent when I elaborate on that.

15. Last but certainly not least, Arber! Early on when coming up with ideas for characters, I had a vague concept for a crossbow-wielding bot with a body made of wood and some kind of companion creature, overall making a sort of "fantasy Ranger" archetype of character, but as the story for the PvE developed and the themes of "machines versus nature" came about, I figured it'd be cool to have a playable character to represent what was otherwise strictly the enemy faction. Arber's unique position in the story I think is what makes him interesting to think about, along with how his special nature making him stand out from the rest of the cast, but not in as distracting of a way as a character like Galleia. I like thinking about how he'd just passively exist differently from the rest of the cast due to being partially organic in nature, with plant matter making up significant portions of his body.

And once again for tonight, that's everybody! I ended up having more to say about some characters more than others, but hope it was entertaining all the same. If you have any questions about the cast so far, my ask box and the replies to this posts are as good of places as any to start! Expect a wider "lore of the world" post sometime tomorrow I think!

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communistchilchuck · 1 year

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was getting a little nervous about all my hard traveling heroes 2 thoughts wrt lonnie's characterization and his canon dynamic with oliver in the comics and worried that i was ignoring the fact that 1. lonnie's ways do tend to chafe against the average vigilante's and that may extend to oliver (and has a bit in the past) and 2. the last time they interacted lonnie DID kill a man they were after and its unclear if ollie knew and ollie does have a moral code against killing. but then i remembered that like

ollie's best friend is hal jordan (even post-parallax). one of ollie's traits is that he knows what it's like to be a support for kids who have it hard (despite his flaws and missteps along the way). what drew me to the idea of them teaming up more in the first place was that oliver has the dad instinct but its more… shall we say welcoming, and he's not going to try and forcibly be a father figure if lonnie doesn't want or need one but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be a support. he's not going to give up on lonnie when he understands why lonnie did what he did, hell, lonnie pretty much spelled it out for him in their GA2001 issue. and the fact that he relates to/understands lonnie and knows that despite it all lonnie’s not a bad person would already give them good footing if they were going to bond more. oliver set that precedent of understanding both times they met, and thus lonnie knows oliver's willing to listen and understand and believes that he’s a kindred spirit ("i was hoping we could do this the civilized way', being willing to show ollie his face, hell, going to ollie for help in the first place). lonnie told oliver that he believes in him, and i don't doubt oliver would want to believe in him too.

and remembering the way ollie talks about his kids like. if he did manage to bond with lonnie in my mind palace version of post-canon i think he’d be proud of him being able to reach out to someone and re-establish an identity despite multiple people trying to take that away or gain control of it for themselves. and the fact that he’d go to him of all people bc he’s been that person for him in the past when nobody else really was. ESPECIALLY after all lonnie’s been through in robin and red robin. he’s a survivor like all of ollie’s family. AIEEEEEE

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houseofmad · 2 years

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Since I’m always bulls***ing about my Fate fic, I was thinking about my old MHA/BNHA characters lol.

I remember I made a boy in Class B, Jikon? I think his name was 😂 he had time abilities where he could slow or accelerate a given space or himself for a short amount of time. And he was Best Jeanist’s nephew, and his father was a hero I made up called the Time Traveler.

The Time Traveler had (obviously) time traveling abilities that allowed him to create essentially clones of himself and send into the past where he could witness events (I made up some mumbo jumbo or another of why he couldn’t change events because it affected his health detrimentally somehow) but the problem with the various clones in different eras was that the only way for him to get the information of his clones, the Time Traveler needed to either physically touch and absorb his clones or his clones would have to kill themselves which then would translate the memories into the real one. (His clones COULD not absorb clones but could kill another clone)

The problem was that he remembered all the times he ‘killed’ himself, and he had so many clones of himself at various ages even if the real one hadn’t reached an age, he had stumble upon an older version of himself but never after a certain age, that he kind of lost his mind. Sometime, he married Best Jeanist sister (OC lol) and they had a son, Jikon, except at one point when Jikon was a baby, his father, now slowly going insane from the various clones of all ages of himself, thought Jikon was a clone and he himself one too and so tried to drown his own son. His wife successfully stopped him but he winded up killing her in the process somehow--eventually he was locked up in the same facility where Stain and All for One was, and the events of such tragedies was covered up because the world couldn’t know that a known hero had flaws and essentially became a criminal.

I don’t remember if I had Jikon ever find out about this though--I think he thought his parents both died by a villain or that he was forcing himself to believe such a thing because Best Jeanist would not talk about either parents much.

Jikon himself I never drew or developed much. I just threw him in Class B before Class B was fully revealed lol. (I’m still behind in MHA, last place I read where Deku went vigilante.)

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stxleslyds · 3 years

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WHAT IS WITH DC AND TEAMING JASON WITH CHILDREN?

Ever since that weird event in Rebirth where Jason taught children to be the next villain/anti-heroes I have always felt like that concept is completely out of place in a Jason Todd/Red Hood book.

This is not me complaining about kids like Tyler, because Tyler was a kid that Jason found in a home where his mother appeared to have overdosed. Jason took him in because he didn’t trust the authorities with his safety and that’s very in character for him. I also liked how he acted with Tyler, he is an impressionable little kid and he found himself “making friends” with the Red Hood, I guess that meeting a hero/vigilante is something extremely exciting so I was fine with that.

Where I drew the line was with the idea of Jason taking in or adopting Tyler, that seemed like a crazy idea and I still can’t believe that some people wanted that. Tyler had a mother that was recovering, Jason would never take a child away from their mother if that person can recover from whatever they went through.

Another reason as to why I think Jason couldn’t have taken in/adopted Tyler is because what is Jason going to do with a child? I know it adds to the adorable factor and to the fact that Jason is a good man but Tyler (or any child) isn’t the same as Bizarro. I think many people confuse the two ‘concepts’ because while Bizarro used to have the mind of a child he still wasn’t, he had the body of a man and the power levels of Superman, then he actually got smart and all that. But the thing is that a child isn’t like Bizarro, a child has needs and obligations, he would have to go to school, go to regular check-ups and he would also need company. I don’t think Jason can provide him that, at least not at the levels that a child really needs or at the levels to keep a child away from the hero/vigilante world.

Tyler is a child and I honestly don’t think that Jason had his life in enough control for him to actually take care of him if his mother couldn’t do it for herself. So, as I said in my reviews for Urban Legends: Cheer, the only outcome that was going to be happy and good for Tyler was that his mother recovered and that they were given housing and funds to rebuild their life, and that’s what happened and I am really happy about it.

Now, what I really want to say is that to me (this is the way I think, you can have another opinion) Jason would never train/teach/mentor a minor into being a hero/vigilante. This man would rather die again than be responsible for the death or injury of a child that was introduced to the vigilante lifestyle by him (or anyone else).

Jason Todd DIED when he was fifteen and was working as Robin.

Jason Todd was rightfully mad at Bruce for working with another child after his death happened.

Jason Todd wouldn’t want any more children to be introduced to this lifestyle.

So, those panels I have seen of Jason offering training to Clownhunter so they, as a team, can take down Joker really makes me wonder if DC really understands Jason’s character.

Because it is troubling, DC has blamed Jason (at the time a fifteen-year-old) time and time again for his own death. So, if you go for any of these routes, these being: Jason wasn’t to blame for his own death (truth) or Jason was to blame for his own death (false), then why on the mighty multiverse would Jason risk a child’s safety?!

I do not understand DC’s thought process, I really don’t. If Jason was to blame for his own death (false) why would he want another child to fall into this life and commit a mistake (even trained as he was) that would end up with them dead?

Or, if Jason wasn’t the one to blame for his own death (truth) and it actually was his mentor/father’s(because he neglected him) and the clown’s fault, then WHY would Jason train a child when he understands that sometimes things can go wrong and a mistake on his part can end up in a child dying?!

When Jason said that he wanted to be the better version of Batman for Gotham he didn’t mean that he wanted to be Batman and that he would get a Robin for himself (please, that mess must die with Battle for the Cowl), he meant that he as Red Hood would use methods that Batman himself wouldn’t dare to use just so he can help Gotham’s people.

And while I am on the subject of the people that Jason wants to help, why would Jason Todd, the man that carried a duffel bag with the heads of crime/drug lords’ right-hand men as a demonstration of what would happen if said crime/drug lords kept selling drugs to children or near schoolyards, want children to fall into dangerous lifestyles?????

I know drugs and being a child vigilante aren’t the same thing, but both things propose a danger to children. If Jason wants to protect children from one dangerous situation, wouldn’t he also want to protect them from another one (and one that he knows is dangerous and can lead to someone’s death)?

Am I that wrong or out of touch with who Jason truly is that I see him taking children under his wing as an impossibility?

Or am I just looking way too deep into something that isn’t deep at all because DC doesn’t really know what to do with Jason and they have lost sense of who he truly was?

Let me know because I am lost.

#jason todd #red hood #batman: urban legends #batman secret files: clownhunter #urban legends red hood #red hood outlaw #red hood and the outlaws #dc comics #tuesday spoilers #robin jason todd

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MariJon Week

Day5: Social Media/Life Swap

It's gone midnight but it's still day 5 somewhere in the world and I've 3% battery left!

This prompt was not playing ball to write but it's done! It's not proof read but it's finished finally!!

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Who would have thought a hashtag would have resulted in this. A “small series” of videos. A quick succession of tweets and a “innocuous” request have ended up like this. Even more so that she didn’t really used twitter a whole lot.

Marinette smiled amusedly, her attention to watching the chaos unfold in front of her. If Ayla was upset, then it was her own fault in the first place.

Six months ago:

Miss Bustier’s class were used to Marinette ranting about Akuma designs and costumes. The class had taken to recording these outbursts as a result and posting edited versions on twitter. She had gained her own hashtag because of a particular caped akuma; #EdnaModeHasSpoken

Someone (Alix) had thought it would be amazing idea to ask for requests to have the Parisian Edna Mode “discuss” global villains. Alix and Kim printed off what pictures they could find on the net of them and primed Alya up to record and let Marinette roll.

And oh boy did she roll. She tore into the Riddler’s wrong shade green and purple mix. She praised Lex Luthor on suit colours until she ripped into him on the suit cut. With Prankster she bemoaned the lack of originality of it all, a hybrid attire of Ridder and Joker.

Over the course of a few months almost biweekly Alya posted a new update of “Edna’s” views on the world of villain fashion. The harshest critique came when villains chose poor fashion rather than the poor Akuma victims who were forced by Hawkmoth.

Three months ago:

A new type of request came in to Alya's account. Specifically from @Zombieboy requesting that Edna review Gotham Vigilante's as she had done a tremendous reviews on Gotham's Rogues.

Seeing the pictures Alya had found, Marinette let a high pitch shrill before starting to pace.

"What the… how the… underwear on top of tights?! Where's the Kevlar?! The protection!!!

Traffic light children!!! With not trousers!!!

Is that a tampon on his head?! A swim hat?!

Why skin tight?! They dont have magic! Have they lost their marbles???"

Marinette drew in a deep breathe before releasing

"Capes!!! Are they trying to kill themselves. It's hero 101 no capes?! What are they thinking. They're from Earth … they are from Earth right? Superman obviously copied Batman's fashion sense and he's an alien. The poor man is blind but coping Batman's fashion. It's hideous!!

The only semi decent is tampon head as at least he looks like he has some armour protection. And no Cape. The leather jacket is tolerable but he needs a different cut!"

Marinette's pacing inreased with her disgust and somehow had picked up her sewing scissors and started to wave them around as she got more and more wound up.

"Capes and underwear!! Are they serious about saving the world dressed like that. It's an eye sore. Capes!!

What is with Gotham fashion?!?"

"Em… can you put the the scissors down please?!"

Alya ended up having to stop filming to help Alix try wrestle the scissors from Marinettes grasp.

#EdnaModeHasSpoken #BatmanLostHisMarbles #BatmanVsSupermanFashionCrimes #UnderWearAsOuterwearNoThankYou #CapesNoCapes #EdnaNeedsToPutTheScissorsDown

One month ago:

Some how unintentionally Marinette had managed to get into the middle a Twitter battle between Metropolis and Gotham. @TrueHeir had decided that Gotham had obviously superior fashion crimes than Metropolis stating that being the worst at fashion was a skill that Metropolis didn't have as they had to copy Gotham. Which had caused a backlash led by @BoyOfSteel stating that Metropolis moved away from wearing pants and having a leather jacketed hero first.

The battle online got quite heated until @TrueHeir demanded that the mysterious Edna wade in and settle the debate.

The issue suddenly became that Edna never really had her whole face shown @SassyFox managed to film it in such a way that it was hidden. Edna didn't seem to have Twitter. The way to solve it was to track down @SassyFox.

One week ago:

Jon and Damian via covertly using the Bat Computer managed to track @SassyFox down to Paris. They located a small(ish) area that based on the videos and pictures regularly taken. The pair looked at each other and knew that's where they were heading. They wanted, no NEEDED to Edna to settle this arguement of there's.

Checking that no one was about the pair zeta'd to Paris. They were men on a mission. A mission to resolve this fashion disaster crisis. Was Batman and Gotham or Superman and Metropolis the worst dressed.

They'd spent the day camped out in a local park. But no sign of anyone remotely like @SassyFox. To replenish supplies the pair decided to try out some local cuisine.

Jon insisted on this bakery. All the reviews rated it as one of the best in Paris and he had to try it. Walking in he met with the heavenly delight smells of pastries. He could feel his mouth drooling with the onslaught of sights and smells. He dragged Damian in to look at all the treats hidden behind the glass. Jon was drawn out of his pastry driven haze by a sweet voice asking if he wanted anything. Looking up to the source of the fairy like voice was a cute face. Blue eyes shimmer with amusement and blush coloured gloss graced lips twitch towards a suppressed smile.

"Everything!" Jon responded without thinking. Causing an eyebrow to raise on the girl's face.

"Tt! What Kent means is what would you recommend? Savour and Sweet."

Smiling a broad grin the girl launched into describing the pastries and treats and suggesting recommendations. She packed their goodies up and sent them on there way.

One day ago:

"Morning Jon, Damian, the usual?"

"Please, Marinette. Could you also pack another box on those macaroons you had yesterday as well?"

"Sure things. I take it they were a success?"

Jon nodded in agreement.

Jon and Damian after their first visit and repeatedly ended up at the Dupain-Cheng Boulangerie and Patisserie over the course of the week. Jon was hooked on the sweets and maybe a little (a lot according to Damian) taken by Marinette, the girl at the counter.

"The macaroons were above average."

"That's Dames speak for excellent" Jon cheerful supplied. "Hey Marinette are you on twitter?"

Jon picked up some cursing under her breath something about Alya and she was going to *kill* her before she plastered a fake smile on her face.

"I'm not. My friend uses it all the time though."

"Oh, so you've heard about the Parisian Edna Mode?" Jon cocked his head to the side. Marinette's heartbeat had picked up. Through gritted teeth so responded,

"Yup. I've heard about *Edna* my friends are slightly obsessed with it all. They *adore*her reactions."

She smile loosed at the American pair as the morning rush started to pick up.

"Sorry guys, I best finish your order off and help Maman deal with the queue building."

She effectively concluded the conversation in a polite and effective manner before waving them off with the supplies for the day.

"She knows more than she is letting on."

"Mentioning Edna made her heart beat quicker Dames. Do you think she knows her?"

"It is a high potential. Today we should stay near the bakery as formour hunting grounds."

Now:

Damian and Jon were at the park near the bakery. It appeared Marinette was off today so was missing from the bakery so Jon was "sulking".

By pure chance or coincidence, potentially luck, though the pair saw her enter the park with a group of friends and set up a picnic for them all. One was setting up music to play while others seemed to be playing an elaborate (childish) game of tag. Marinette her self looked gorgeous in a pale pink sundress. She outshone everyone she was with. When Marinette saw them she gave them a wave causing a blush to cross his cheeks.

They were content observing from a distance until Jon grabbed Damian's arm.

"It's her!!!"

Even from the distance, Marinette was mimicking Edna's wound up animated gestures of frustration. Jon could hear the growl and heat in her voice. It was a perfect match. Damian watched while quickly researching Marinette and who the girl filming was. It was all lining up. The final evidence was when a pink hair girl threw herself on Marinette crying out "Em!!" in a similar fashion to the scissor incident. Em wasn't a name but M short for Marinette.

Damian finally had found his mark and was determined to end this war with him being correct. This time it was him dragging Jon towards the girl.

"You're Edna!! You didn't tell us yesterday when we asked about it!"

"Yeah, my gurls Edna what about it. Who are you?" Alya quickly jumped in.

Marinette flapped at Damian, flustered by his bluntness.

"TrueHeir and BoyOfSteel. Edna needs to make a decision on which city has the worst fashion. Gotham or Metropolis. Once that's done this arguement can be settled and we can move on."

"What?!?! Damian??? Jon??? You've come all the way to Paris to resolve that??. What the…" Marinette looked confused at the pair. It seemed extreme to go to so much effort to find her just to settle this.

"You've stalked my gurl!!! You freak!! That's crazy. You're crazy!! All because of an arguement you two got into!!"

"Alya… you may have started it with posting all this?"

Marinette tried to defuse the situation which didn't really work.

"So who is worst?!" Demanded Damian.

"I… errr…." Marinette looked between the two boys. Which ever city she chose wouldn't be the end of this so she needed to think quickly. But she was panicking now….

"Star City!" She cried out.

The boys stopped and looked at her.

"What?!?! No! That's not what we asked. Why? You had to have chose Gotham." Damian was not impressed and about to launch in to integration mode when Alya cornered him and demanded that now he knew that he had to leave Marinette alone.

Jon just stared at Marinette. She had completely changed the rules and cleverly removed potentially tension that could of occured between him and Damian. The bragging right was taken away and handed elsewhere. With that thought Jon gentle grabbed Marinette's hand to get her whole attention. He softly kissed her cheek and smiled playfully at her.

"Sneaky move. Nicely played though Edna."

Marinette grinned up at him, knowing he got what she did before the pair turned around to watch the chaos of their best friends.

#maribat #maribat au #marijon #marijon week 2021 #jon x marinette #marinette x jon #ml x dc #dc x ml

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soulmate-game · 3 years

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Part 2: The same prompt, but Siblings this time

Tim paused the video on his computer, the red figure on it in mid-leap off of a building. Be rewound the video, played it, paused again at the same time stamp.

No, his eyes were not deceiving him. The video was not doctored.

So what the hell was going on?

“Hey Timmie, find anything on that Paris situation Bruce asked you to look into?” Dick’s voice made Tim startle, nearly spilling his coffee all over the keyboard and possibly deleting his hard-earned research. Rescuing his lifeblood from certain doom, he hugged his mug to his chest and glared at his older brother for a second. Dick was not in the least bothered, used to this sort of reaction from the younger detective. Dick just grinned, leaning on the back of Tim’s chair and looking up at the images on the large computer screen above them. He whistled lowly, impressed. “You’ve made a lot of progress, nice! Anything you wanna share with me before the debrief tonight?”

Tim clenched and unclenched his jaw, weighing his options. Dick waited patiently, knowing that sometimes Tim needed a minute to sort through his rapid-forming thoughts. Finally Tim sighed, setting down his mug grimly.

“Actually, yes,” he admitted. Tim’s tense tone immediately made Dick stiffen, straightening up. His eyebrows pulled down, and he returned his gaze to the computer.

“Okay, that’s your serious voice. What is it?”

“I… need your confirmation with something,” Tim turned around and looked straight at Dick. And he hesitated again, because certain… past interactions with his eldest brother once again flashed through his head. The entire Bruce-is-alive and being threatened with Arkham interaction, to be specific. But Tim needed to know the truth, it was his fatal flaw he supposed. He couldn’t back away in fear of how Dick might react.

“Ohhhhkay?” Dick just grew more and more concerned the longer that Tim took to actually speak.

“So, just to recap. There are only four people in history who have been able to do a quadruple somersault, right?” Tim asked, knowing full well the answer. Dick, predictably, shifted and grew even more on alert at the inquiry. He knew that couldn’t mean anything good. His jaw clenched, and his hands formed tight fists. But Dick also remembered the Bruce incident with Tim all that time ago, and he didn’t want to repeat his mistakes. So he forced himself to take a deep breath, and shake himself away from jumping to conclusions.

“Yeah,” Dick nodded. “Me, my parents, and my sister,” he confirmed rigidly. Tim nodded, and then rewound the video on the screen again, nodding to show that Dick should focus on it.

“Okay. But watch this,” Tim suggested, starting the video again. Dick watched as the red and black-spotted heroine of Paris, Ladybug, zipped through the air and around buildings with her yo-yo. He watched as she let go, at a height that even a normal person could manage, and executed four perfect somersaults in mid-air before landing nimbly on the ground. Tim paused the video again, his eyes never leaving Dick’s tense face.

“It isn’t doctored,” Tim said, filling the silence and preemptively answering the questions he knew he would get. “I checked. Magic is involved, but Constantine and Zatanna both confirmed it would have no hold over basic physical abilities like flexibility or… gymnastics. Only specifically combat styles used by past Ladybugs can be transferred magically to the next Ladybug, not this.”

“Tim,” Dick’s voice was terrifyingly blank. “What are you suggesting?”

“Nothing yet,” Tim was quick to hold up his hands in surrender. “I’m still doing research. It’s possible, though extremely unlikely, that she managed to teach herself how to do that. You tell me, Dick, how likely is it?”

Dick swallowed, not wanting to say it but knowing he had to look at the facts. “... At her age? Next to impossible,” he admitted. “She could learn it, theoretically, as young as seven or eight, but only if someone who knew what they were doing taught her since she was about three.”

Tim nodded again. He knew those numbers, he knew where they came from.

“Then— and this is only a theory right now— we have what I think is the more plausible scenario,” Tim swallowed. This was the hard part. “Your sister was kidnapped after your parent’s death, but the body that was found wasn’t actually her’s. It wasn’t in a state to be physically identified, so—“

“I know what state it was in, Tim!” Dick snapped, forcing himself to take a few steps back and just breath. Even now, the image of a tiny body burned beyond recognition was burned into the inside of his eyelids, there to taunt him whenever he blinked or slept and let his mind wander in just the wrong direction. She would be… what, Jason’s age, now? She was seven… only seven, when their parents died and she ran off into the Gotham streets in despair. When she was kidnapped, as is what happens in Gotham.

When Dick was presented with a body he could not say WASN’T her’s a week later.

“The DNA…” Dick tried. “They said…”

“I know,” Tim’s voice was carefully soft. “But the records on your family’s DNA were all kept by the circus back then. The Talons had access to those files. It’s very possible they were tampered with. Switched. It wouldn’t be hard for them to burn your sister’s actual medical files and replace them with forged copies that had someone else’s DNA on them. The data of the girl who actually died.”

Dick closed his eyes, shaking his head. He didn’t want to hope, it would hurt too much if Tim was wrong.

Tim had been right about more unlikely things than this, a voice in the back of his head whispered. And yeah, that was true. But Dick was still too scared to hope.

“Finish your research, Tim,” Dick’s voice was strained with suppressed emotion. He couldn’t even look at the younger vigilante as he left the Cave. “Find out who Ladybug’s civilian persona is, and then we’ll talk.”

Tim could only sigh in relief when Dick was gone. That could have gone much worse.

—*—*—*—*—*

A week later, the entire family was gathered. This was the full debrief on the Paris case, rather than the progress update that they had had to do before. Research took longer than Tim had expected, he had years of data to go through after all. But he had come away with exactly what he had been looking for.

After running through the overall situation and where the fight against HawkMoth was at in the present day, Tim licked his lips and took a deep breath. This was it, the Who-Is-Ladybug part.

“I was able to get security footage of her detransformation, just one lucky shot from ten years ago, when this whole thing began,” he prefaced. “She was thirteen years old, and untrained as far as heroism goes, so it stands to reason she didn’t know yet how to be properly careful about transforming. This is that security picture,” he carefully put the enlarged picture up on the Batcomputer, as well as sliding a physical copy onto the table for everyone to pass around.

Dick didn’t even try to grab it, his eyes glued to the computer, expression unreadable. The picture was a little grainy, but most of the girl’s face could be made out. Pigtails, dark black hair that shimmered blue in direct light, blue eyes.

But it was the next picture that Tim pulled up that pushed everything over the edge.

“These are the official pictures of her that I was able to get from Paris records. This first picture is of her at the same age at the security footage, thirteen. The second picture is her now, age twenty-three,” Tim said, before the side-by-side came up on the screen. Tim’s eyes slid over to Dick, who was frozen in his seat, just staring at the images silently. He wasn’t even breathing.

“Dick?” Bruce asked, immediately noticing the behavior. His eyebrows furrowed. “Are you alright?”

Dick’s next breath came in with a shudder, and he clenched his eyes shut in a futile attempt to stop the tears that came out. He choked out a broken chuckle, shaking his head and giving out a lopsided, watery grin.

“Heh. Another point for Timmy being right,” Dick jokes weakly, rubbing at his eyes.

“What do you mean? Tim?” Bruce turned to the younger of the two insistently. “What’s going on? Who is she?”

“Currently, according to Parisian records, she is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” Tim told them. “More specifically, her full name is Marinette Gray Dupain-Cheng. Which I believe is what she chose to change her name to after she was kidnapped sixteen years ago from right outside Haley’s Circus, and illegally transported to France,” Tim clicked another button to bring up a third picture in the side-by-side. It was of someone who was clearly a younger Marinette, but in the very familiar costume of the Flying Graysons, standing right next to a twelve-year old version of Dick. “Because her birth name is Marie Natalia Grayson. Dick’s younger sister, who until now was presumed dead. But I was able to confirm that the medical records back then for Marie were forged, and the information on them could not actually belong to her. The body that was presented as Marie’s… was a red herring to hide that Marie was no longer in America at all.”

Dick’s sob-laugh drew everyone’s attention back to the first Robin, who was now silently, openly, crying. Nobody really knew how to deal with that, and the room descended into awkward silence as Dick tried to regain his composure a little.

“Marinette… Gray,” he whispered, chuckling again and shaking his head as he wiped at his cheeks. “That idiot… her ability with subtlety hasn’t gotten any better, that’s for sure,” he was smiling now, still staring at the pictures of Marinette on the screen. Of his beautiful little sister, all grown up and not buried six feet under like he had thought for far too long.

Because this was different from Hope. This was certainty. The face, the far too on-the-nose name, the somersaults, Dick had even noticed it in the way she swung on her yo-yo. The body memory from years of Trapeze, those little quirks he recognized as belonging to his sister that he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge. But now, all together, he could admit to himself that it was her. It was really her.

Could it be a clone? Maybe. Maybe. But that was why Dick snuck out to France the very next day, informing absolutely nobody.

Because he had a test that only the real Marie would be able to pass.

—*—*—*—*—*

"How did you- No, nevermind, I don't want to know, plausible deniability and all that,” the deep, unfamiliar male voice made Marinette squeak in shock, nearly dropping the phone in her hands. She leaned so far to her right that she almost fell over, but her nearly perfect balance (that only failed her when she was nervous or self conscious) kept her upright.

Her eyes darted down to her phone screen, where an app that Max had helped her create was opened. It utilized at least five hundred little fly-shaped drones that Markov managed and kept track of to scan the city for corrupted butterflies and recognize the level of stress or other negative emotions that civilians were experiencing. It cut down severely on patrol time that the crew had to do, making it easier for them to balance their hero and civilian lives and also allowed for them to arrive at the scene of Akuma attacks twice as fast as before— along with helping with the original purpose of catching evidence to use against Hawkmoth, of course.

Marinette straightened her back, smiling sheepishly and closing out the app. She had just been making a routine check, it had only been open for a minute. How had he managed to sneak up on her in that time? Only chat could do that anymore.

That is, until Marinette turned around the rest of the way and got a good look at the man. Her eyes widened— what was Nightwing, a vigilante from Gotham, doing there?

“I don’t see what plausible deniability has to do with anything,” she replied in easy, unaccented English. She might not speak it often, but she did stay in practice. Even now a lot of her fashion notes and thoughts were in either English or Romani. “It’s just a game app that my friend created,” the practiced lie flew easily past her lips, and she was able to even smile confidently and begin to happily ramble about Max’s (public) achievements like she would in any normal situation. “It is still in the test phase of course, but it uses virtual reality and mapping technology to create a treasure hunt sort of adventure game that people can do as they walk around. Like Pokémon go, but with real-time footage of the city— with people not included besides the game characters of course— and it rewards caution as well as keeping active,” she explained their cover story for the app happily. But Nightwing only smiled easily at her with his arms crossed, clearly not believing a single word.

“Ah— but that probably isn’t interesting,” Marinette purposely stuttered, turning her face into one of (surprisingly genuine) confusion as she looked at the vigilante. “What are you here for anyway, Monsieur? This doesn’t seem like—“

“I have a riddle that a friend of mine told me to ask you,” he interrupted, instantly putting Marinette on guard. She took a step back, eyebrows pulling down at the odd request. But still, she chuckled nervously and shrugged. She had to maintain appearances after all.

“Uh, sure..? Riddles are fun, in the right circumstances I guess.”

Nightwing beamed happily, nearly blinding the poor girl. “Awesome!” His next words came out in fluent Romani though: “If a Hummingbird ever gets lost, what kind of animal will track it down?”

Marinette’s mouth went dry, her shoulders dropping. Her mouth opened and closed, the shock of the question leaving her unable to even pretend she didn’t understand exactly what was said. Nightwing’s gaze grew more intense, yet his smile got impossibly soft.

Marinette swallowed thickly, and she took a deep breath before responding in Romani: “You shouldn’t— only one person—“

“That doesn’t answer the riddle, ma’am.”

Marinette’s confusion turned into a harsh glare. “He would never tell someone else to ask me that. What are you trying to play at, Nightwing?” She hissed harshly, still in her native language.

“Listen, Marinette,” Nightwing held up both hands to try to calm her down. It did the opposite, making her take another step back. “Batman and the rest of our team has been looking into the Hawkmoth security—“ Marinette cursed, clearly seeing where this was going. “— We believe he found out who Ladybug is. But, we also found signs that your real name is—“

“Shut up!” She yelled in English, fists clenched tightly. Luckily she had gone into an alleyway to check her phone, or else they would be attracting attention by then. Her eyes sparked with anger. “You don’t get to use that name. And if you’re so smart,” Marinette tucked her phone into her purse and scaled the wall next to her nimbly, perching on the roof as Nightwing cursed and began to follow her. “Then try to predict my moves, birdy.”

It only took a few minutes and crossed rooftops for Marinette to call on her transformation and pick up speed. She knew by then that Nightwing, and probably the other Bats too, already found her out. Not ideal, but manageable. Now she wanted to show him why he shouldn’t come into her territory and dig into her past and think he could get away with it.

Somewhere during the chase, more Bats appeared one by one. Judging by what Ladybug was able to overhear, they had come as soon as they realized where Nightwing had snuck off to.

That made Marinette pause from where she hid behind a sloped roof, in the middle of a call to her own teammates. Nightwing hadn’t come on his team’s orders?

Why the hell had he come, then?

She shook thought thoughts away, focusing on her plan. Paris was her city, and she would make sure the Bats learned their lesson when it came to sticking their nose in Parisian business.

“Bug?” The soft, concerned call came from her yo-yo and pulled her from her contemplating. Max, in full Pegasus attire, was frowning at her in worry on the small screen. She just shook her head at him.

“I’m fine, Peg. Just don’t like how this feels like Gotham ruining my life again,” she remarked sourly. “But I’m fine. Start plan We’re Not Kids.”

Max nodded, but rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded like; “even though we made this plan when we actually were kids…”

A portal opened in the air a few seconds later, releasing Honeybee in all her gold and black glory. The winged hero zipped through the air, immediately putting team Miraculous at an advantage since team Bat didn’t want to actually harm them.

It took a glorious five seconds for Honeybee to paralyze them all before Tortoise dropped out from another portal and surrounded the temporarily paralyzed vigilantes in a dome shield that kept them in just as easily as it kept everything else out.

One by one, Marinette’s teammates dropped out of more portals until Pegasus himself joined them. Ladybug took that as her que to come out, leaping over her hiding place to land in front of her friends, who had formed a half-circle in front of the trapped dome.

“Vixen,” she called to the fox-themed hero, whose ears twitched before she straightened to attention. “Create an illusion to hide us. The last thing we need are any pictures or anyone asking questions.”

“Got it!” Vixen agreed easily, raising her flute to her lips. A short melody later, and their surroundings warped. To those inside the illusion, it seemed as if the world merely ended off of the rooftop they were on, into only blankness. Outside, that very rooftop appeared empty.

It was then that Chat Noir stepped up to take Ladybug’s side, his acidic green eyes scanning over the Gotham vigilantes trapped inside Tortoise’s protective barrier.

“You can release the paralysis, Honeybee,” his order was noticeably softer than Ladybug’s clear commands. It was obvious that he was the deputy in this situation, the flexibility to Ladybug’s iron leadership. That was when the red clad hero crossed her arm, resuming control of the situation wordlessly. The Gotham heroes briefly glowed gold as Honeybee let their paralysis begin to gradually wear off.

“Paris is my city,” Ladybug’s voice was at a normal volume, but came out with such auditory steel that it was clear she expected to be listened to, or she’d know why. “If I needed or wanted your help, I would have asked for it. Now, if you had come here normally to offer aid, then we might be having a different discussion right now,” her eyes narrowed further. “But you dug into my past. You violated my privacy. And Nightwing, you crossed a line,” she would have continued if the blue and black clad hero didn’t use his sudden ability to move to rip off his mask.

Marinette’s voice died in her throat, and for a while she thought she might be hallucinating. Those eyes, that face— she knew them. She knew them, because she saw them whenever she dared close her eyes. Because the dreams she had, the dreams that made her never want to drag herself out of bed because she wanted to believe those dreams were real so badly, always contained those eyes. And that face, though it had been much younger in her memories.

She stumbled, and only Chat’s presence at her side kept her from toppling right over.

“Bugaboo?” He asked frantically, distraught. She just shook her head dazedly, pushing herself back to her feet and away from her partner.

“I’m fine, Chat. Just…,” she assured her partner, but her eyes never left Nightwing. She licked her lips nervously, before continuing; “... Bluebird,” she whispered, making Nightwing’s eyes widen. Her brother’s eyes. “That’s the answer to the riddle, right?”

Slowly, a wide smile split his face before he began to laugh happily, despite Robin slapping Nightwing’s mask back on his face with a furious grumble.

“Ladybug?” Tortoise asked, stepping up to her other side cautiously. Seeing as they were all adults now, none of them had to worry about time or power limits anymore. “Are you..?”

“Release the shield,” she ordered instead of answering, her eyes clearly damp behind her mask. “I need to strangle my idiotic older brother for scaring the hell out of me.”

That made the rest of her team make their various exclamations of shock, but Chat and Tortoise stayed silent. Chat just put a hand on Ladybug’s shoulder in support, while Tortoise zipped his wide gaze back to Nightwing before sighing and releasing his ability.

“Only you, Bug,” the green clad hero groused playfully. “Only you.”

If Marinette Dupain-Cheng suddenly introduced her long-lost brother to her closest friends and family that same night, nobody voiced the coincidence out loud.

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Part 1: Romance

Part 3: Bio!Parent

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buntycake · 4 years

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What do you the the boiiis would feel when listening to “I’ll follow you into the dark” by death cab for cutie

I’d never heard this song before, so thank you for introducing me to it! I’ve linked the song below if anyone else wants to listen to it before reading this headcanon.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDHY1D0tKRA&ab_channel=Truhffles

Pride:

You sent the song to Lucifer on a whim. It had come on while you were walking to class and you had become curious how’d he’ react to the lyrics. Of course, you forgot all about sending him the song after a full day of classes.

He called you to his office. This was a pretty regular occurrence. You just thought he’d wanted to give you a debriefing or some sort of scolding, but when you entered his office, you were a bit unnerved with the level of intensity he scrutinized you with. “Is this your way of telling me you’re worried about your mortality?”

You were confused until you remembered the song you sent him. Quickly, you explained that you were just looking for his opinion on the song. He regarded you with some amusement, then.

The song wasn’t of his usual tastes; he readily admits that he won’t be listening to it again. When it comes to the lyrics, they were simple, but had him concerned about you. Not that you had to worry about the afterlife, he’d find you wherever you go.

Greed:

You and Mammon were chilling in your room after school. You were supposed to be studying, but after two whole minutes of looking at the textbook you ended up lounging on your bed instead. Mammon had taken up the free real estate on your lap, more than happy to let you comb your fingers through his hair.

When it was clear that neither of you intend to get any work done, you turned on some tunes. It was the first song to pop up. You were going to change it, but you were kind of curious about Mammon’s reaction.

At first, he bobbed his head along with the time of the guitar. You could tell he had finally started listening to the lyrics when he propped himself up on his arm, head cocked, and brows drawn together. He took your D.D.D. from you and shut off the song, tossing it beside you when he was done.

Then he scrolled through his own D.D.D. and put on his own music – some kind of rock band. When he settled back in your lap, he looked up at you, frown still on his face. “Is that what you think is going to happen?”

He knows that if you died and ended up in some different plain, he couldn’t follow you. You had to reassure him that it was just a song. He becomes a little clingier that day and for no particular reason, it becomes his self-proclaimed least favorite song.

Envy:

Levi was excited to buy some new limited edition Ruri-chan merch that just got released. He asked you to come with him and you agreed. Foolishly, you thought it would only take maybe one or two hours of waiting in line. The line for this new merch could wrap around the entirety of Devildom. Somehow, Levi saw this as the two of you being "early."

Since you'd agreed to indulge in his otaku stuff and probably just dedicated 6 hours of your time to waiting in line, he agreed to listen to your "normie" music while you waited. The best opinion that you got out of him was that he didn't hate your normie music. Let's just forget that he ended up dancing to some of your songs. Either way, it was fun to just sit in line and jam with him.

You don't know how this song got into your "Jams" playlist, but it definitely killed the fun vibes. He didn't say much about the song, but he got noticeably quieter and contemplative. Eventually, you guys got to the front of the line and Levi got his Ruri-chan merch.

After returning to the House of Lamentation and bringing his haul to his room, you got ready leave, but he stopped you. He became really insistent that you stay and game or watch anime with him even though you could do that later. He complained that you spent too much time with the other brothers, but all you heard was, "I want to spend more time with you."

Wrath:

You had holed yourself up in the library with Satan. The deadline for your Devildom Literature essay was coming up and you were losing it. So, what better way to get lost in your feels and bang out an essay than putting on a playlist with your angstiest songs?

Luckily, since you asked so nicely, Satan didn't mind you not using earbuds. For one reason or another, this song was the one that got Satan's attention. Maybe it was the mention of death or the contrast of the melancholy tone after so many aggressively angry songs, but he took the time to ask you the song title and artist.

You saw him take note of it and then go back to whatever book he was reading. You didn't think much of it after that. At least not until you heard a whisper of a familiar song coming from Satan's bedroom.

The lyrics of the song are bit simple for Satan’s usually taste, but something about them struck him. While he wasn’t that worried about the contents of the song, there was something to indulging in the possibility. Suffice to say, you’ll find him listening to it on occasion.

Lust:

Asmo accosted you on your way home from RAD, dramatics already on full display. He latched onto your arm, already pouting and asking you for a favor. Of course, you said yes. It was difficult to say no to Asmo even without his theatrics.

Had you known you might lose any eye that day, you would have taken a rain check. The two of you were chatting as Asmo tried new makeup looks on you – his routine looks were starting to bore him. The conversation had taken a turn to music and he insisted that he hear some of your favorite songs.

To say that Asmo was appalled when he heard that this is one of your favorite songs was an understatement. In fact, he was so appalled that he nearly stuck you in the eye with the eyeliner. He apologized and lamented the near ruination of your face, but that didn’t stop his tirade of questions.

Why is your favorite song so gloomy? Why would you want to listen to a song about being separated from him? Isn't the idea of that worse than death?

Besides the thought of you not going to heaven or hell was ridiculous. Unless the third option was the universe dropping you straight into his arms, he couldn’t accept any other thought. Surely, you'd go to heaven since you're the second most perfect being in this world.

Gluttony:

It was Beel's turn to cook dinner and Lucifer not so subtly nudged you towards checking on him – not that you minded. Beel was always a source of warmth and happiness in the House of Lamentation. So, you were more than happy to go help him with dinner.

You entered the kitchen with a burst of optimism – and well ... When you entered, he was bent over a large soup pot, spoon in his mouth, and looked at you like a puppy who had just been caught jumping up on the counter. So, here you came to the rescue.

You put your playlist on shuffle and tried to whip up something quick but filling. Beel stuck around to help you since it was supposed to be his turn cooking dinner. You had to keep a vigilante eye on him around the ingredients, but otherwise he was quite helpful. You hadn’t quite learned where everything was, but Beel knew the kitchen like the back of his hand.

You didn't think much of it when this song came on. Beel on the other hand stopped in his tracks as he went to grab some spices for you. It took you calling his name for him to snap out of it. He was notable more pensive when he came back with the spices.

Beel couldn’t stop himself from wondering if you thought about death often. Soon, that spiraled into him contemplating what would happen after your death. It put an unsettling feeling in his stomach.

None of this he vocalized to you; he didn’t want you to worry about him. However, he quietly resolved to protect you. He couldn’t keep you from death, but he could keep you from an early end.

Sloth:

Belphie had been nowhere to be seen the entire day. Although you loved the time you spent with the other brothers, you were feeling Belphie deficient. You searched for him in his room and the planetarium first, before going to the attic.

Gathered up on the attic bed was a mountain of pillows and blankets. Granted, you anticipated that he might be sleeping, but not that he’d be cocooned. Cautiously, you stepped towards the bed to wake him up, but as soon as you were in arm’s length of his bed you were pulled into the cocoon.

You were trapped between his body and the weight of the blankets. No amount of poking and prodding would get him to move, even though he was clearly just pretending to be asleep – the brat. Any attempt to get him to get up and go out with you was met with non-committal groans, so you settled on just listening to music together.

When this song came up, he wanted to know what you saw when he killed you. Which was a hard question to answer, since you don't think you actually got that far. Sure, you definitely died - or at least a version of you did, but you never made it to the afterlife.

He drew you closer to his chest. For a moment, from the languid rise and fall of his chest, you wondered if he fell asleep again. Then, quietly, into the crown of your head, he thanked you for forgiving him.

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【未定事件簿】 Tears of Themis: Xia Yan’s Personal Story 3-8 Translation

Translation Masterlist | Xia Yan Masterlist | Video

Translated Chapter 3: 3-1 / 3-2 / 3-3 / 3-4 / 3-6 / 3-7 / 3-8 / 3-10 / 3-11 / 3-12 / 3-14

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The next day, Xia Yan and I examined the version of the video with no deletions that Tian Xin left for us yesterday.

Xia Yan: The contents of the video with deletions involve four locations: the Stellis Major Bridge, Jinlan Street, Yunxia Mountain, and the Stellis port. And the same person has appeared at these four locations.

As he spoke, Xia Yan pointed at a person wearing leather in the video. He looked to be around 27-28 years old, his hair had highlights, and his clothes were very punk.

MC: This person is…?

Xia Yan: Meng Qishan, a detective who resigned from the profession half a year ago.

Xia Yan tapped open the document he organized before on resigned detectives, then scrolled to the column with information on Meng Qishan.

Xia Yan: Meng Qishan entered the detective profession four years ago. Ever since he entered the profession, his reputation has always been bad. Based on my investigations, he would often use grey or even illegal methods to help his commissioners achieve their objectives.

MC: Grey or even illegal methods?

Xia Yan: The main focus of Meng Qishan’s work was marital status investigations, whereabouts investigations, and background investigations. Based on principle, a detective’s investigation should seek the truth from facts. But Meng Qishan’s investigations revolved around the commissioner’s requirements.

Xia Yan: For example, if a husband and wife’s relations have broken down and they want to divorce, they would typically need to split up their wealth and properties.

Xia Yan: But some want to give less or give nothing the other person, and lessen the other person’s pestering, so they’ll hire a detective to find evidence that they have had an affair. If the other person has not had an affair, some commissioners will require the detective to “create” evidence that the other person has had an affair.

MC: So they’ll use special angles to take very ambiguous shots of typical friend meetups, meals, and accidental encounters, right?

MC: I’ve received cases like this. One side used these kinds of photos to threaten the other side, threatening to not agree to the divorce, wanting to have the other person’s reputation utterly ruined.

Xia Yan: That’s right. Meng Qishan is that kind of detective.

MC: Has no one noticed it if he does this kind of thing all the time?

Xia Yan: They have. Not only has he been noticed, he’s even been sued, but because of insufficient evidence, the prosecution was withdrawn.

Xia Yan: Meng Qishan has a good understanding of the law. He’s very skilled at wandering on the boundaries of law, and he does things that are hard to collect evidence for investigation.

I sighed. These are the so-called people that prove that “criminals who understand the law are more frightening”.

MC: Why did he resign from the profession?

Xia Yan: Because a major scandal broke out, and he offended a client. Half a year ago, he received a commission from a corporation’s senior executive to create evidence that the executive’s wife had an affair. Meng Qishan took photos of the executive’s wife entering a hotel with some male.

Xia Yan: But in court, facing the photos that the executive flung out, the wife testified that the male was her own distantly-related male cousin. No one knew of it because they rarely interacted. The wife used this to harshly recriminate the husband, saying that he defamed her wantonly for the purpose of divorce.

Xia Yan: This matter embarrassed that executive terribly, and his future at the company was also affected.

MC: So Meng Qishan offended his client because of this, right?

Xia Yan: That’s right. This case raised a big fuss, so he vanished without a trace from the detective circles.

So there was a hidden story like this behind the matter.

MC: But why would he appear in this video? Is he related to Sphinx?

Xia Yan: At first glance, there is no relation. But I feel like that wife’s male cousin, as well as the timing and location at which he appeared are somewhat too perfect. It’s like someone deliberately set this up to have Meng Qishan misunderstand and make this kind of mistake.

Xia Yan: “There is inevitability behind all coincidences.”

Xia Yan: I believe that the riddles are just pretenses. There might be another reason behind Sphinx forcing the detectives to resign.

I couldn’t help but remember the opinion Xia Yan had voiced before on Sphinx being like a “vigilante”.

MC: If it’s like what you said before, Sphinx is punishing detectives who behave badly on the regular. Why those detectives who were defeated by him treat this like a matter that has to be kept secret would make a lot of sense.

MC: But you aren’t a bad detective. Why did Sphinx issue a challenge to you? Plus, the riddles he gave you aren’t typical reasoning-based riddles.

MC: This is too weird…

Xia Yan: Mm… I’m guessing that he has other intentions with me. Such as, since I’m the best detective in Stellis City, he’s itching to figure out who’s relatively superior.

MC: … Sure, this reason makes a lot of sense.

Xia Yan: Alright alright, let’s discuss the questions between Sphinx and me later. Let’s continue analyzing this Meng Qishan.

I nodded, turning my gaze back towards Meng Qishan, who was following Tian Xin in the video.

MC: “ɸ” had Tian Xin shoot Meng Qishan in the video, then wanted Tian Xin to delete it – why?

Xia Yan: For this, we’ll have to wait until we find Meng Qishan to find out.

MC: But Stellis City is so large – how should we find him?

MC: Could you be planning to use your privileges to get the police station’s resident data?

Xia Yan: No need. Actually, the video has already given us a hint.

Xia Yan adjusted the video progress back to the place where that person appeared first.

Xia Yan: He’s carrying a shopping bag in his hand, there aren’t many things in it, and they’re all daily necessities. Thus, this place is very close to where he lives. We can use the supermarket on the shopping bag as the centre to draw a circle with a radius of five kilometres.

MC: Five kilometres?

Xia Yan: The scope of a person’s daily activities is three kilometres, but since the location this time isn’t precise enough, I’ve expanded it to five kilometres.

As he spoke, he drew a large circle on the map, using the supermarket as the centre.

Xia Yan: In livestream, the three drawings hinting at Sphinx’s riddle all had the “ɸ” symbol. I’m guessing that this is the information point that the person who set up this matter wants to convey.

MC: Are there any places in Stellis City whose names are related to this character?

Xia Yan did a search on the computer.

Xia Yan: There isn’t – the relation probably won’t be this direct.

Xia Yan: “ɸ” is the 21st letter in the Greek alphabet. It has different meanings in math, physics, and engineering. Magnetic flux, focal strength, Euler’s formula… which meaning is it hinting at…

MC: The “ɸ” was on the drawings. Could it have something to do with the drawings?

Xia Yan: The drawings? Places where “ɸ” can be linked to the drawings…

Xia Yan and I sunk into deep thought for a moment. I looked again at those three drawings hinting at Sphinx’s riddle, each drawing’s composition very well-balanced.

MC: Ah! Xia Yan, could it be the golden ratio!

MC: Look, the compositions of these drawings all use the golden ratio method.

Xia Yan: So that’s how it was - “ɸ” also means the golden ratio in math. The approximate value, using the first three digits, of the golden ratio is 0.618.

I looked for a place relating to 0.618 in the circle indicated by Xia Yan.

MC: A rest station, Yuelai Hotel, Nautilus Bar – these three places’ addresses all include 618. Should we check out each one?

Xia Yan: No, it probably is this place – Nautilus Bar. The cross-section of the spiral of a nautilus’ shell indicates the Fibonacci Sequence, while the ratios of the sequential numbers in the Fibonacci Sequence approach the golden ratio without limit.

MC: So that’s how it was.

Xia Yan looked at Nautilus Bar on the map and frowned slightly.

Xia Yan: Do you still remember how I said last night that I can track Tian Xin’s whereabouts using his phone signal position?

MC: I remember. What’s the matter?

Xia Yan: I just checked Tian Xin’s movement route for today. Ever since a few hours ago, he’s been hovering near Nautilus Bar.

Xia Yan tapped at the keyboard as he spoke. The map immediately displayed a red route line – Tian Xin’s movement route. Just as Xia Yan said, he’d been moving around near Nautilus Bar the whole time.

MC: Could he also be investigating the clues left by “ɸ”?

[Flashback]

Tian Xin: Jeez, this guy. If you’re going to help someone, help them out until the end.

Tian Xin: He clearly had some reasoning methods, but he refused to help me design the riddles. My reasoning is really crappy. Otherwise… Sphinx’s riddles wouldn’t need to be designed that crappily… After that set of videos, people kept spewing hate at me…

[Flashback end]

MC: He clearly kept complaining yesterday about how his reasoning ability was very bad. He shouldn’t have been able to figure out the riddle this fast… Right, is there any overlap between the interpersonal relationships of Tian Xin and Meng Qishan?

Xia Yan: Wait a bit – checking now.

Xia Yan tapped quickly on the keyboard, different webpages popping up and shifting back and forth on the screen. A few minutes later, he stopped.

Xia Yan: Found it – there is indeed one point of overlap. I told you earlier that Meng Qishan received a commission from a senior executive client, to create fake evidence and slander his wife for having an affair.

MC: Mhmm, in this case, Meng Qishan just might have lost all face due to something relating to Sphinx.

Xia Yan: The overlap of Meng Qishan’s and Tian Xin’s interpersonal relations is in this case. The wife of that executive has a blood-related little sister named Han Feifei. She and Tian Xin are childhood friends.

MC: Eh?

Xia Yan showed the information he just found to me. On the social platform, there were a lot of duo pictures of the executive’s wife with her little sister, Han Feifei, as well as duo pictures of Han Feifei and Tian Xin.

MC: Thus, the reason why Tian Xin would investigate Meng Qishan and Sphinx might be this.

Xia Yan: Tian Xin must still be hiding a lot from us.

MC: These hidden things might also be related to Sphinx’s clues.

Xia Yan: …

Xia Yan: Regardless of if it’s for Tian Xin, Meng Qishan or Sphinx, we have to make a trip down to Nautilus Bar.

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brokentoys · 3 years

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@acrylic-kettle ASKED :

Of course! I got tons of those questions comin’ right up!

I notice that you actually use a couple of different Edwards across media as icons, but is there a definite Edward that you think fits your Edwards face perfectly? Or does he kinda mash together with other Edwards? Do you have like a face claim, perhaps?

Oh! Is there a song that you perhaps associate with Ed as well? Or do you have a playlist that you just have in mind for him?

What is Edwards relationship with Batman? I know across different types of versions that there is always like a different kind of relationship that Edward has with The Batman- so what’s your Edwards thoughts on him?

OKAY. The reason why I use multi-media icons for Ed is because I’ve been actually RPing for like, 8 years now? And ever since then I felt the need to have THOUSANDS of icons at the time. The problem with Edward is that... he doesn’t really have one good artist that stuck with him? If you know what I mean. My favorite artists for Eddie are Jim Lee,, which despite technically being the main villain of, Eddie was barely in Hush. And José Luis García-López. Which I ADORE how he drew Eddie in Confidential... but that’s it! And really?? Those two artists... STILL don’t draw how I picture Eddie. The closest I can say how I picutre Eddie is Arkham City... and even that, I still don’t picture him 100%. But definitely closest. Originally, I was going to SOLELY use screencaps from Assault on Arkham for my Eddie icons. But,,, there just wasn’t enough icons for that to keep me satisfied. But it kinda sucks,, ‘cos some people assume my Eddie wears the domino mask. And I can’t blame them for that. But my Ed solely wears glasses. I’ve drawn plenty of arts of Eddie. Which can be viewed at @strangledwires But examples being here & here. Whilst I have actors in mind... it’s just that... I can’t find anyone who looks exactly how I picture Eddie looking.

GOD. Songs??? I can link you to many. But right now, “I Think it’s Arrogance” by Set It Off comes to mind. And “Bang Pow Boom” by Insane Clown Posse is actually a VERY accurate song of how I depict Ed!!!! 😂 I can probs name WAY MORE... but the list will be LONG. If you ever want that! Since I’ve,, A LOT OF SONGS I relate to him.

As for Batman. That’s actually VERY INTERESTING. My portrayal does not perceive himself as a villain. I think it was Arkham Origins in which he said he’ll show Batman what a “refined vigilante” looks like. And THAT’S my Ed!!!! He LEGIT sees himself as a VIGILANTE. He thinks of himself as the IDEAL VIGILANTE. And that Batman & the others are just corrupt people ruining the term. Eddie’s relationship with Batman? Well... it’s complicated! Eddie often projects his father onto Batman. And it gets so bad to the point where Edward THINKS he’s talking to his father instead of Batman! Why? Because Batman really does remind Edward of his father. Batman and his father, to him, shares similarities. They’re both big, they’re both “brutes,” they’re both unhappy/unsmiling. They both love to fight/beat others up (at least, Ed THINKS Batman has enjoyment in beating others up.) And they both make Ed feel like he’s stupid. Even if Batman is unintentional... every time Bat figures out his riddles or death traps, Ed think it’s Batman’s way of “proving he’s smarter.” And it makes Ed feel really dumb. So, Batman really does upset Edward because of these supposed similarities. Ed also legit believes Batman is working for the government, and that Batman is “against” him and his goal of actually “bettering Gotham”. But Ed is so paranoid... he tends to think many people are actually against him, and working for the government.

Even though I... don’t typically like Ed’s portrayal since the new 52. (Other than Solitaire. That was a pretty solid portrayal of Ed’s character imo.) There was a Flash comic where Ed said Batman “triggers ALL his triggers” and whilst that was probably intended as a joke... it’s fucking true. Not only does Batman trigger Ed’s traumatic memories. But he also triggers his mental illnesses. Because every time Batman solves his riddles/puzzles. It triggers Eddie’s narcissism. Because his NPD always strives him to be PERFECT. And his puzzles being solved... convinces his NPD/insecurities that he’s NOT perfect. And that’s why he has such a... breakdown when Batman “wins.” Because of how his parents treated him, Eddie convinced himself he HAS to be perfect, or else he’s NOTHING. He’s WORTH NOTHING.

So, even when/if Eddie’s reformed... that’s why I can’t see him getting along with Batman too well unless they really heal together. Because Batman really does trigger Eddie in multiple ways. He brings back far too many bad memories. And Ed, when reformed, fears that Batman will trigger him again to doing... well, bad things.

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A “New” Vigilante (2/2)

Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist: @ghost-brocolli @zalladane Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: You and Jason had known each other forever. After his death, you made your own name in the vigilante world. Everything changed when a newcomer known as the Red Hood came to town. Warnings: Uh…the norms? Violence, Language, etc. Word Count: 1.5k A/N: Requested by @emmandhercoffecrisp and I hope the second part lives up to the glowing and beautiful compliments they gave the first part 😊

Part One

Jason woke up a few hours later to Dick loitering over him at the batcave.

“Fuck. Solaris called you?”

“Of course she did…look Jay, are you sure you don’t want to tell Y/N?”

“Why the fuck are you bringing this shit up again now?”

“I just think it would be a good thing for both of you. Listen, think about it. Me and Tim are getting lunch with her tomorrow. You should come.” Before Jason could turn down his offer, Dick left.

You had avoided everyone since you had the epiphany, but you knew Dick and Tim would both kill you if you missed your standing lunch date.

“I can’t believe you two.” You blurted out as soon as you walked up to their table.

“Y/N, we promised Jay we wouldn’t say anything.” Dick attempted to reason with you.

“I told them both it was stupid, and Jason should just tell you.”

You rolled your eyes, “Well he didn’t. I found out. In the middle of a job. What if that lapse in judgement had gotten me killed?”

“Then Jay would probably be mad you never told him.” Tim nonchalantly commented as he waved at the familiar waiter.

“Please Y/N, you would’ve done the same thing if the roles were reversed.” Dick added.

You opened your mouth to speak, but quickly realized they were both right. You took in a deep breath before deciding Jason couldn’t know. “I’m assuming he doesn’t know who I am. Keep it that way.”

“Seriously? Why are you two sooo dramatic?” Tim twirled his fork around as he tried to understand your logic.

“Tim, if he knows then he wouldn’t let me in the field anymore. This is part of me now. I can’t give it up.”

“Fine. But when Jason eventually finds out, I’m directing him towards you.”

“Same goes for me!” Dick chimed in.

It had been a few months since the discovery and you did everything you could to avoid Red Hood, Jason, whatever you were supposed to call him now. A weird combination of anger, betrayal, and happiness filled your mind. All these thoughts and emotions were clouding your judgement and you kept searching for more and more dangerous people to go after. Finally, you ran out of equipment and stormed the batcave.

“Y/N,” Tim exclaimed in surprise as you entered the cave. “It’s, uhh, been awhile. How are you holding up?”

“Fine. Just need more supplies.” You ignored Tim as he followed you into the weapons room. You ignored how intently he watched you as you filled up the duffel bag.

“That’s…uhm…a lot. Something I can help with? I’ll go gear up.” Tim started to walk away but you grabbed his wrist.

“No. I can do this alone.” You feigned a smile to try and distract from the clear emotions written on your face. “I’m sure good ole’ Brucie has you working on something much more important.”

“Okay…” Tim returned the farce and pretended not to be worried. “Well call if you need back-up.” He placed his hand on your shoulder, “You’re not in this alone.”

“Of course.” As you turned away from this boy who had become your little brother, your face immediately fell and you made your way to the barrage of motorcycles. As soon as you were out of sight Tim rang Jason.

“Hey Jay, I need a favor. Solaris just left and something was definitely wrong. She wouldn’t let me go with, but I was able to place a tracer on her.”

“I’m on it. Should I radio Dick?”

“No, you’ll have a hard enough time tailing her without her knowing. I’ll let him know the situation and we’ll be on stand-by. Call us if you need us.”

Jason finally catches up with you as you become trapped in-between a brick wall and six guys with very large guns. Four people already laid unconscious at your feet. He watched as you threw a smoke bomb and ran directly at them. He figured you would run past them to find cover, but you stayed right behind them, wailing against one after the other. Two more fell. After he came to the realization that you weren’t planning on leaving, he jumped down to join you. The two of you had no problem taking out the remaining four thugs. Once they were all down you slumped to the ground…not wanting to give away how badly you had been injured.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I had them.” Your voice cold and distant.

“Yeah that was clear by the game of red rover you induced.”

“Whatever. Thanks.”

“So sincere. Come on, we have to get out of here before the cops come.” Jason held out his hand to help you up. You pushed it away and glared at the vigilante before you. He held up his hands in defense and turned from you, giving you enough time to stagger upwards. One hand grasped at the wall, while the other put pressure on one of the larger wounds to your abdomen. As you moved towards the edge of the alley way you vision began to blur. You pulled your hand from the wound and glared at the blood that coated it.

“Shit.” You mumbled to yourself. Jason turned around at the sudden noise. His brow furrowed as he realized how far behind him you were.

“Solaris!” Jason rushed to your side as you began to collapse to the ground.

You gazed up at him, watching as he radioed Dick and Tim. You slowly drew your hand up to his masked face and smiled. “I’ve finally got my shadow back…” you let the simple words escape from your lips as your body sunk further into his. There was a long pause before Jason comprehended the words.

“Wha…what…did you say?” Jason stammered out, still unsure if his ears deceived him. It was too late, you lay unconscious in his arms just as Dick and Tim arrive.

“Red Hood, what happened?”

Jason didn’t bother to answer his older brother as he placed you in the car and climbed on his own bike.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?!” Jason bellowed as he pointed to you lying in the infirmary, Alfred tending to your wounds.

“Are you getting a sense of déjà vu?” Tim glanced at his brother.

Dick rolled his eyes, “I’m not getting into this again, when you literally asked us to do the same thing. Tim was right, you two are so dramatic. Try talking to her.”

Jason let out a wavering sigh, “I’m…I’m different now. What if she doesn’t like me anymore?”

“Is that what you’ve been so worried about?”

Jason’s eyes darted towards the floor.

“Look, Jay, I didn’t really know you before the whole death, Lazarus pit resurrection thing…but Red Hood and Solaris, they’ve grown into best friends. Why should Jason and Y/N be any different?”

“I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make Y/N stop loving you.” Dick added to Tim’s reasoning. “Alfred said she should be waking up soon. Go talk to her.”

Jason let out an exasperated breath, “Fine. You guys are right.” Jason started walking towards you when Dick cried out.

“Wait! Say that again!”

“Not a chance.”

It was nearing an hour before you began to stir. Jason immediately leapt to your side.

“Y/N…” Your eyes fluttered open at the sound. They grew wide as your brain comprehended the image standing before you. Jason, your Jason.

“Jay.”

“Before you yell at me, I’m just glad you’re alive and here with me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I…” Jason sat down on the bed beside you. As he did so, you reached out for his hand. “I was afraid. Afraid you wouldn’t like the new me. Afraid to hurt you if I died…again.”

“I could never not like any version of you Jay. I would’ve hoped you knew that. As for dying…well my heart did shatter. I didn’t really have anyone then. I have a family now. Dick, Tim, and even occasionally Bruce…” you chuckled to yourself.

“Honestly, I don’t get how I missed it…I mean Solaris?”

“Can’t say it wasn’t in your honor…”

“My sun and stars.” He pressed a gentle kiss on your lips. You pushed slightly away.

“You can’t ask me to stop.”

Jason abruptly stood at the comment, “What do you mean?! You almost died!” His tone grew more raucous.

“Jason.” You complemented his rage with your serene disposition. “This is a part of me now. I would be just as lost without it as I was without you.”

He looked at you with a sad knowing in his eyes as he walked over and laid next to you. Gazing down at you he whispered, “Just promise me you’ll try to be safe.”

“Only if you do.”

“Deal.”

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qrovidcore · 3 years

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hey what’s up tumblr i’ve now seen hbo’s watchmen all the way through Three Fucking Times and i very well may go for a fourth if given an excuse whoops and apparently i can’t stop thinking about Laurie’s joke in She Was Killed By Space Junk, no i’m not the first person to analyze this and i’m sure i won’t be the last but i sure do have some Thoughts^TM, so here’s some meta let’s go.

major spoilers ahead for the entire series:

Hey, it’s me again. I’ve got a joke. Stop me if you’ve heard this one. There’s this guy, he’s a bricklayer. He’s really good at it. He’s a real master of his craft. Because he’s precise. Every brick has its place. Anyway this guy has a daughter and he’s gonna teach her to be a bricklayer because after all, all a man has is his legacy. So dad decides to build a barbecue in the backyard. He does the math. He figures out exactly what he needs and he shows the daughter how to do everything. Step by step. And when he finishes, it’s a beauty. It’s a perfect barbecue. Just the way he drew it in blueprints. Only one problem. There’s a brick left over. One single brick. The guy freaks out. He must have done something wrong. He’s gonna have to start all over again. So he picks up his sledgehammer to knock the thing to pieces and his daughter suddenly says ‘daddy wait! I have an idea.’ She picks up the orphan brick and throws it up into the air as high as she can. And then…shit. Messed it up.

Okay forget that joke. Can I tell you another one?

As I said, I’m not the first to break down that Laurie is referring to specific people who have an influence on the story, there’s plenty of meta posts online that’ll say the same thing. I just think this is a Really Clever way to introduce us to her, to the major players in this story, and to the events from the comic that are going to end up being referenced. Anyhow, the bricklayer here is The Comedian. Laurie’s father. I’ll get back to this and how it connects later, but given that one of Watchmen’s major themes is the concept of legacy - who carries it and how, and what happens when that legacy is painful - this is a neat little hook into that idea. Laurie’s dad’s legacy. What she’s done with it, what she’s going to do with it, how she feels about it. Again, coming back to that.

Okay. Forget the brick. New joke. Three heroes die and they all show up at the pearly gates. God’s there and he’s going to decide what their eternal fate shall be: heaven or hell. Our first hero is dressed up like a big owl. God says to him “I gifted you the ability to make fantastic inventions. What did you do with this amazing talent?” Owl guy says “I made this really awesome flying ship and lots of cool outfits and weapons so I could bring peace to the city.” God asks, “So how many people did you kill?” Owl guy seems offended. He says “Zero. I didn’t take a single life.” God frowns. “Sorry owl guy, your heart’s in the right place but you’re just too soft.” God snaps his fingers and the hero goes to hell.

I'm not super into the comic so it took me a while to get that she's referencing Nite Owl. I think this is strange since he doesn't appear in the show himself, whereas everyone else she talks about does, but I suppose it gives a more rounded-out view of the different approaches to heroism, and what exactly constitutes it, and also ties in another one of the original Minutemen. They did cut this over her arrest of Mr. Shadow in the bank, which makes me wonder about his role and why he appeared, and I still find it strange that this part of the joke wasn't about someone who had more of a presence in the show. (Though that being said, DC making fun of Batman, their own big-ticket character? 10/10 thank you for this).

Where was I? The pearly gates await our next hero in line for Almighty judgment. Our hero number two is confident he can game this out because that’s his God-given talent: smarts. Some might even say he’s the smartest man in the world. “So what did you do with that big brain I gave you?” asks God. “As a matter of fact, I saved humanity, ”says Smarty Pants. “Well how’d you do that,” asks God.” “Well I dropped a giant alien squid on New York and everybody was so afraid of it they stopped being afraid of each other.” “OK,” says God. “How many people did you kill?” Smarty Pants smiles. “Three million, give or take. But you can’t make an omelet without breaking a couple of eggs. “Christ,” God says. “You’re a fucking monster.” “Am not,” says Smarty Pants. God snaps his fingers and our hero goes to hell.

GOD YES PLEASE DRAG OZYMANDIAS. GET THIS FUCKER’S ASS. Though the line that’s sticking out to me here is “You can’t make an omelet without breaking a couple of eggs.” Watchmen’s got an egg motif - and that’s an entire post on its own - and wow this is a place to drop it. I find it interesting that it’s given to Adrien here. Especially since it comes back later, when Will tells Angela that that’s what Jon said in justification of giving his life to stop the 7th K/Cyclops and Trieu. Eggs are used for a lot of things, but this line ties the motif solidly to a value of life here - how Adrien is the way he is because he refuses to value other peoples’, and maybe how Jon is the way he is because, when you can see the future laid out before you and live knowing how you’re going to die, how do you learn to value your own?

Okay. We’re down to the nitty gritty now. One hero left. God cracks his knuckles ready to administer the final reckoning. Now Hero Number 3 is pretty much a god himself. So for the sake of telling them apart, he’s blue and he likes to stroll around with his dick hanging out. He can teleport, he can see into the future, he blows shit up. He’s got actual superpowers. Regular God asks Blue God what have you done with these gifts?” Blue God says “I fell in love with a woman, I walked across the sun, and then I fell in love with another woman. I won the Vietnam War. But mostly I just stopped giving a shit about humanity.” God sighs. “Do I even need to ask how many people you’ve killed?” Blue guy shrugs. “A live body and a dead body have the same number of particles so it doesn’t matter. And it doesn’t matter how I answer your question because I know you’re sending me to hell.” “How do you know that?” asks God. Blue God sounds very sad when he softly says “Because I’m already there.” And so, a mere piston in the inevitable of time and space God does what he did and will do. He snaps his fingers and the hero goes to hell.

And now, we’ve got Jon. Dr. Manhattan. It's a neat moment of insight into his actions, motives, and how those are perceived by others (namely Laurie), and it's a nice thread of introduction to his previous actions to drop for audiences who haven't read the comics (actually, I can make this point about Adrien’s part of the joke too). Especially because most of what we get of Jon in-show is his relationship with Angela, his entire character arc really revolves around her and we don't see him portrayed as the contentious, unfeeling figure the world sees him as. So this sort of contrast between him as a figure and him as a person is very telling, doubly so coming from someone who it's clear knew him. And I really appreciate that there’s just as much stiffness as there is warmth to the Jon we the audience see - he’s kind, he’s loving, but he’s also very matter-of-fact and deterministic, and that bit of characterization really spans the gap between these two versions of him.

And so it’s been a long day at the pearly gates. All the heroes have gone to hell. His work done, God’s packing up to go home and then he notices someone waiting. But it’s not a hero, it’s just a woman. “Where did you come from?” asks God. “Oh I was just standing behind those other guys the whole time, you just didn’t see me.” “Did I give you a talent,” God asks. “No, none to speak of,” says the woman. God gives her a good long look. “I’m so sorry. I’m embarrassed. Seriously, this almost never happens but I don’t know who you are.” And the woman looks at God and she quietly says “I’m the little girl who threw the brick in the air.” And a sound from above, something falling: the brick. God looks up but it’s too late. He never saw it coming. It hits him so hard, his brains shoot out his nose. Game over. He’s dead. And where does God go when he dies? He goes to hell.

Into some Thoughts^TM that I haven’t seen anyone theorize yet(?): I think God is meant to be Lady Trieu, and even if Laurie wouldn’t know this yet that’s some brilliant fucking foreshadowing. It's not as exact, but enough parallels are there that I think they're purposeful. It makes Trieu out as the ultimate judge of everyone - and in a way, she is. She sees herself as the most deserving of power of everyone, and it's her who kills Dr. Manhattan - sends him to hell, you could say, and he knows she's going to do it. It also hints at how she's going to die too, crushed by her machine falling from the sky like the brick, because she didn't expect anyone would be capable of stopping her. And where does God go when he dies? He goes to hell. Trieu isn't ultimately above the others, and she's subject to their justice as they are to hers.

Fitting too that Laurie is involved with the plan to stop Trieu, since, as I said I’d come back to, the girl who threw the brick is Laurie herself. Her depiction of herself in this way is representative, perhaps, of Laure's own feelings on vigilantism and what justice is, and that she's the force that's going to bring down these overblown personalities and their many incorrect uses of their abilities. Given this, it's interesting to think how the "failed" joke at the beginning connects, given that Laurie's dad is the bricklayer, and he's definitely... not a good person, or at least not in this continuity. But I wonder if it's indicative of what Laurie mentions about her parents training her up to do vigilante stuff (especially since she’s based in part(?) on a member of the Minutemen from the comic), and how she feels about her father and his work. If the brick is symbolic of his work as a vigilante, is Laurie throwing the brick in the air, and ultimately taking down the threat at the top, meant to indicate how she sees herself using what she learned from him, or - maybe and - a disrespect for his work based on her justified hatred of him?

Roll on snare drum. Curtains. Good joke.

#god hi i guess i'm watchmen posting now #i am so sorry #i doubt watchmen is a thing that needs my thoughts but unfortunately i am hyperfixing and i have way too many of them #am i posting this because i want to draw something based on this with trieu as god? mayhaps but it's way too fucking long so we'll see #i may also be posting this for my partner despite his not being on this hellsite #bc i was trying to explain this to him at like 3 in the morning last night while actively falling asleep so #aaaaaanyhow #hbo watchmen #the paranoid android speaks!

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ok this is totally random but i came across your piper changeling art from november and saw the comment about it being an au and i would be so happy to learn more about that? if you want to share

first of all THANK YOU! i love drawing trickster and im so glad you like him.

second of all: I’D LOVE TO TALK ABOUT MY AU. warning: this is such a long and silly explanation. it’s really long-winded and. needs a lot of explanations but luckily i’m happy to go off about it. there really is no name for the AU, but i have been calling that “changeling” hartley... “Fartley”. short for Fake Hartley. altho his actual name is Hartley Star (which i’ll get to). the lyrics are just in reference to a fan song i really like that i thought fit

the rest is going under a read more because it got extremely long: (there will be a TLDR version

so, this au takes place in a dc roleplay server with my friends (we post funny logs here @dcordchat ) and we have different AUs that we just name different earth. one particular earth we have is Earth-223, which is actually an expansion on a canon storyline! the “future flash” storyline (flash 2011 starting at issue #30) that really isn’t well written but a bit part of our server is that we take a lot of ideas and characters that dont get a lot of love (or some who do) and give them a lot more personality and thought. you don’t have to read that arc to know about hartley because the basics are: It’s 20 years in the future, and barry is going through it. he starts time traveling to fix all the mistakes he couldn’t. he’s lost hope. most of the rogues are dead.

a loooot of things have gone to shit, and a lot of people were lost. including hartley rathaway. i don’t remember if hartley dying was canon to this arc (because i didn’t finish it because it really is... hard to get through.) but that’s fine because this is where things start to deviate. hartley is mysteriously killed. his husband, david singh, has not been coping and has secretly taken up vigilante-ism on the side, going by the name Orpheus. (music motif... homage of a myth/fairy tale like the pied piper- of the guy who loses his wife.)

barry obviously isn’t coping well at all either. the rogues are almost like his family, if not completely, at least hartley and he were really close friends. so...

IN COMES... MONDAE STAR!

if you’re new, mondae (aka Nightmare is my oc!) mondae use to be a canon character that i’ve twisted so far into aus of aus that she’s now my oc and is probably indistinguishable from her canon counterpart (they... don’t even look alike at all, unless you have been following me for a long time.)

anyway. mondae is sort of... barry’s roommate in that shitty future world that barry lives in. along with parallax, bart and thaddeus, Lee Allen, Marco Mardon, Josh Jackham, and an array of different animals including raccoons and a polar bear. Mondae is a sort of whimsical dream entity, almost like a diety in fact! but not quite, because she was made fairly recently. what she does is that she eats nightmares and makes dreams... and... can create dreams in the real world. as long as you can imagine it and dream it, mondae can pull that out of the dream realm and make it a reality! she often does this with animals or little gifts or things that are as big as a house.

however, she can also make... people! the first person she made was Lee Allen,, who is the brainchild of the kid that barry never had but always dreamed of having with Leonard Snart before he died(shameless shipping but... we can do whatever we want). this kid never existed before, they are entirely made out of all the wishes and dreams that barry had, and were given fake memories. Lee was made because barry is Mondae’s best friend and she wanted to do something for him! even though she didn’t think it through. despite the problems they had and the troubles adjusting, barry did eventually welcome lee as a father... and grew happier and regained much of the hope he lost before.

now. Mondae takes a look at Orpheus, who is still struggling to cope with the death of his husband. so Mondae figures... “why don’t i do what I did for Barry? I could just MAKE a new hartley.”

i’m sure you see what happens from here.

mondae takes all the dreams and memories that everyone’s ever had of Hartley Rathaway and makes a new Hartley! the problem is, the real Hartley is dead and she doesn’t have access to all of his memories. but hartley remembers all these things and vague memories... he doesn’t remember the experience, his point of view is like. having the Supercut version of his life in his head. he has all the basics but not the details. the important things but not the things in between. everything that mondae didn’t cover in there, she sort of... winged it!

especially with hartley’s powers. mondae is made out of magic. hartley’s powers, the superhearing and the musical hypnotism... those both have scientific explanations. but mondae doesn’t get the science behind it, so this new hartley has powers that are mondae’s INTERPRETATION of his powers. meaning he can sing and play music that can perform miracles and control people like magic, and he can talk to animals like a Disney princess. this “fake hartley” aka Hartley Star (she sees him as a son!) is a living breathing fairy tale character. just like the real pied piper!

barry allen was horrified. more than him... ORPHEUS was horrified. his dead husband came back from the dead, except it’s not actually his husband. he still hasn’t finished grieving the first time, and the fact that this hartley is like his but it JUST different enough to... be noticeable... it’s too painful to witness.

hartley star is devastated and as you can imagine... has a lot of identity issues. thus: the piece of art i first drew with all his different iterations.

feeling dejected and hopeless, hartley star decides to live on his own. or at least tries to. he ends up running off to prime earth. when prime flash catches wind of this, he and a bunch of other characters try to bring him in. then... joe gardner comes in and saves him! and now they’re roommates... they bond over being clones!

hartley star is now just trying to deal with being a fake and having all these weird feelings about identity. eventually, they will make a name for themself! and their future vigilante name will be “symphony”... possible designs for that i haven’t posted yet:

TLDR: 20 years in a horrible future, hartley and many other rogues are dead... a new hartley is made out of HOPES AND DREAMS by a dream diety, but only has half his memories; which makes it hard for his old friends and husband to accept him. he has a lot of self-esteem and identity issues... but he is trying his best!

sorry this got so long but... i’m very happy to share it.

#hartley star #hartley rathaway #nightmare #symphony #Anonymous

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