#weird ass blogs need to stop following us
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You'd Think After I Made a "Stop Selling Systemmates" Post
That it would send a message that I am NOT okay with unethical sh!t like this:
Yet another weird-ass blog, but this time, with only one post. And said blog followed us.
Do I-- do I really need to say why this is fucked up? Just, creating sentient life with the sole intention of them being your love interest, but as an extra added layer of fucked up, you purposely create them to be callous, violent, and abusive! Also, reading the tags, what the fuck do you mean, "tulpas dni," you LITERALLY followed a TULPAMANCY blog and are putting pro tulpa tags in there.
This is a troll right? Some sysmed trying to make batsh!t-looking Tulpamancy accounts to make the community look bad? Wouldn't be out of the question because they've literally tried that with "demo systems" before. Or maybe they're not a sysmed, but like, some 4chan troll who thinks this sh!t is the funniest thing since your mom jokes were invented.
Anyway, like the previous callout, I don't feel bad showing screenshots because this account literally only has one post. Still, just, block them, don't send asks or harass them, just spread awareness, block them, and limit their reach.
5-1-2024
#tulpamancy#actuallyplural#plurality#endogenic#tulpa#psa#sysmed mention#weird ass blogs need to stop following us#you ain't slick
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Instead of posting pointless callouts, use your brains.
tldr: some of yall need to learn what a fucking block button is
Genuinely what is so hard about pressing the block button? Like omg I promise no one cares about your fuckass callout posts or rants. Like some of these people are embarrassing as hell. If you get triggered by shit on the internet, it’s YOUR decision on wether or not you want to interact or block and move on with your life. Like brother, i’m not going to throw a fit and freak out over some post that just so happened to contain weird shit on it. You know what I do? I MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE. Because I got better shit to worry about than some random ass fic on tumblr.
You like ddlg? Cool. Doesn’t hurt me or anyone, I don’t care. You like incest? Good for you! You like noncon? Okay! Like do y’all see how easy it is to just smile and nod? Trust, policing what people post and enjoy, is not going to change shit. It’s just annoying as fuck. People pick and choose, because some of the shit you all consume wouldn’t be considered normal either, going by what you all say.
According to all of your logic, blood kinks, knife kinks, gun kinks, piss kinks, and etc. should not be normalized either. Murder shouldn’t be written about, especially gore. Which is fucking moronic, considering how RE is built on violence and gore. Please, learn how to separate fiction from reality.
Many people are fans of iconic slasher films and horror movies. Michael Myers is a rapist and a murderer. But guess what? No one CARES! Because he’s not REAL. I could go on with so much more examples, but you should get the point by now. Hopefully. Dark content is everywhere, why is it now that it’s weird? Makes no fucking sense.
I get that some of you don’t want your precious white boy’s image to be tainted or defamed or whatever, but trust, Leon Kennedy is not reading these fics nor would he care. ‘He’s not a rapist or into incest!’, well he also wouldn’t call you ‘sweetheart’ or whatever cheesy bs fluff fics contain nowadays. But that’s the whole point, isn’t it? It’s all OOC. We KNOW he’s not a horrible person or an incredibly affectionate lover, but people write whatever they want. And no one’s going to stop them! Not the posts clogging up the tags or the weird asks.
There’s so much more, but the main arguments that keep being repeated are ‘it’s weird’ and ‘if you write about it, you’re probably going to do it in real life’. That take is so fucking stupid I can’t help but laugh. Same bs as white moms claiming their son is going to shoot some place out just because he plays violent video games. The whole point? SEPARATE FICTION FROM REALITY. And if you don’t like something? IGNORE IT? Why are you willingly engaging like omg are you stupid or dumb.
OH AND. ‘kids could see this!’ When will you all learn that no matter what you do, you cannot control what a person sees or decides to interact with. Especially minors. I’m willing to bet half of a smut writers followers are minors. Guess what? People lie all the time, about their ages and whatever else. It’s the fucking internet, of course they do. It’s not the responsibility of the blog owner to take care of children. The most they could do is plaster a big fat MDNI on their blog, that’s it. It’s the job of the parents to control what their kid watches or consumes, and we can’t exactly help with that. So don’t pretend to gaf about minors like omg.
Anyways. I’m too lazy to continue writing like I just needed to say this because some of you are slow. Me and many others are going to continue to write whatever the fuck we want. In conclusion? Block if you don’t like it LMAO. I don’t care about what some rando has to say on the internet.
#🪼☆.thinking#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x y/n#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x y/n#leon s kennedy x you#dark content#some of yall r DUMB
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That mlmxreader blog also keeps claiming that you're sending your followers to go attack them and send death threats. They do a lot of arguing that your dark fic is not real dark fic and that you're purposely trying to trigger and retraumatise them - is what I gathered looking at a couple posts...
I think that for one, there are definitely writers who do romanticise some topics unhealthily with things such as rape/assault/torture, but I don't think you're one of those people? Like you frequently tag and keep stating that what you're writing is fiction, it's fantasy.
On that note, they keep trying to argue that CNC is the more "moral" kink to be writing vs. rape. I honestly think that rape fantasy is something people do fantasize about and can sometimes just not be CNC (bc they keep trying to pin it back to that kink). It's the fact that there's no established relationship and discussion like in most BDSM pairings where they talk about rape play. At the end of the day, you tag your works properly. I don't see much issue with writing what you want when you make sure to tag (which you do!) and are aware the subject you're writing about and its usual connotations (which you're also aware!). People can be mad and uncomfortable, but at the end of the day it's them who chose to keep talking about it. I think people need to get used to being uncomfortable on the internet. This is not a new concept and nobody here is a "hero" for anything.
Sorry I just paraphased some posts and asks with some of my own thoughts on it!
i mean, my content is supposed to be dark, it's dark content for a reason, and i'm not describing these characters to be standard; i'm writing them manipulative, vindictive, depraved, ect. i do appreciate you, anon, as you weren't rude, and instead polite. i appreciate it, my dear! 💗
i don't really care about this whole thing, but something i have never said was to send death threats. now, we don't know if they're lying – they could be – but, if they aren't, stop. i didn't tell anyone to send death threats, because i don't condone that. aside from death threats and mocking someone's trauma, i seriously don't care what you want to do. whether you don't block them, block them, whatever, they've made multiple posts directly insulting me in weird ass ways, so i couldn't really care about their immature opinion.
i'd like to point out something they said though, kinda funny, considering they've mentioned me multiple times outside of their callout post. they said they made ONE post about me with examples, that would be their callout post. but, they're not counting how they're talking about me in response to anons, or how they're mentioning me in their hashtags. it's childish. yes, you 100% have the right to not enjoy a certain kink/coping mechanism (because funnily enough, people use different ways to copes) but it's immature to name people, talk about how what i'm doing is "disgusting" or how i'm a "vile cretin" (like what lmfao 😭)
here's some screenshots of what i'm talking about when i say they've even insulted me, or made comments. this is 4/11 screenshots.
and comparing my supporters to an iof soldier... 😬 wtf is wrong with you? that's disgusting.
now, if anyone sends this to @mlmxreader, go ahead and let them know that they're not the centre of the world, them multiple posts taking about me and insulting me is immature on their end.
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I don’t know how to stop looking at other people as competition, it’s how I was raised. Even with my friends (or former friends, considering they don’t talk to me now), I’m constantly trying to one up them and the ones I’m not trying to one up, my brain has already deemed that I’m “above them” (clearly I’m not or else I wouldn’t be here).
My mom repeatedly told me since I was a little kid that the most embarrassing thing that could ever happen to me is to be the one clapping for my “friends” while they receive awards and achievements instead of it being me receiving those awards. It’s literally ingrained in me and my cousins, we don’t even like each other because we hate that one is more successful than the other.
Holy shit anon, that's an awful thing to have put in you as a kid, and I'm so sorry that your relationships were sabotaged this way. This was not a normal way to be brought up, and you deserved so, so much better.
What I have found to be effective is to challenge these beliefs and essentially crowd them out with other, beneficial beliefs. Curate an online experience that helps you with this.
As you probably know by now, I have the capacity to be pretty impatient and mean, and one of my Weird Tricks is to channel that onto my inner demons. Like oh, this fucker has the gall to hold me back? Fuck him, I'm gonna kick his ass. This isn't to say that I'm hard on myself or tell myself cruel things; it just means that I take a proactive role in dealing with what's messing me up.
Since this is childhood indoctrination we're talking about, it's going to take awhile. And like any psychological healing journey, your recovery won't be linear; you'll make progress and then you'll have bad days where you slip back for awhile. The bad days don't mean that progress isn't happening; they're just part of the healing journey.
Searching up "how to challenge negative core beliefs" on DuckDuckGo, I can find a number of resources, including this page with a worksheet. I can also find the article How to Spot and Challenge Your Negative Core Beliefs, According to a Therapist, which might also be useful. You can also search up "how to challenge negative core beliefs" for yourself and find more help.
And again, I recommend my post "I'm in a bad place and need to get out, what can I do?" It's got a list of resources, tips, and blogs you can follow. Hopefully at some point you can get an actual therapist, maybe even get on medication of some kind, if that's a thing you're open to. But if you can't do that - at least, not anytime soon - you can at least do the other things I've suggested.
And above all, be patient and kind to yourself. You can do this. It'll take time and work, but you can do this.
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Razputin's final message
(Raz sits behind his computer, his friends and family behind him.)
[Raz] Okay, I think I’m all set …
[Lili] You sure about this, Raz?
[Raz] Yeah, yeah …it’s just…kinda weird, you know. I’ve had this blog for a few years now, and now I’m gonna just …stop it?
[Lili] You could just keep doing it.
[Raz] (Sighs) Nah, I need to do this. I’m gonna be super busy next year, and I won’t have the time maintain the blog. (Pause) Okay, I’m ready. Everyone get something to say?
[Milla] You start, querido.
[Sasha] It was your project, after all.
[Raz] Guess what I like to say is …thank you. Thank you for being a part of my journey these last few years; with us, really. To see us live through both the hardships and joyous breakthroughs we experienced. But most of all, thank you for all the support each and every one of you have shown me and my friends through all our endeavours. (Sniffles) Okay, I’m getting emotional. You guys have some advice for our followers?
[Lili] Hmmm, how about: Kick ass when people try to kick you down.
[Milla] Good start, but I rather say: be kind to other and don’t forget to stay fabulous.
[Sasha] Keep a rational mind when confronted with difficult situations.
[Forsythe] Study hard, set your goals and work for your success.
[Lizzie] Be true to yourself, no matter how hard the world wants you to change into their way of thinking.
[Millie] Find someone who’ll love you no matter how much of a goof you are.
[Norma] Forgive yourself for mistakes you made in the past. Don’t be afraid to change for the better.
[Frazie] Believe that love will work out in the end, even if you have to work for it.
[Gisu] Keep smart and stay radical.
[Sam] Dare to experiment. Be weird and fun.
[Morris] Life is filled with music. Dance your heart out.
[Adam] Be responsible, but don’t forget to have fun.
[Raz] I love you all! Adeus, my friends!
[Connection Terminated]
[Farewell]
[Have a happy 2024]
#psychonauts#psychonauts 2#razputin vodello au#razputin vodello#lizzie natividad#norma natividad#gisu nerumen#sam boole#adam joseph gette#morris martinez#sasha nein#milla vodello#hollis forsythe
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meet me at midnight || c.four
[Chapter Four- Waves]
𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐃 + OC
meet me at midnight masterlist
𝟏𝟖+, lots of various torture, trauma, angst, suffering, cheating, violent death, women not supporting women, arguments, fluff but really a lot of angst. smut of all kinds. all characters are over 18,
to be a vigilante requires only three things: a broken heart, the resources, and the will.
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘! as always a gargantuan thank you to @hllokttyairhead for being an amazing support, editer and friend. truly you are my muse. pls pls pls go and follow her because that is one QUALITY blog.
A path was forming on the floor where Esther paced back and forth, staring at the screen of her phone as she chewed on her fingernails.
“He could be fine.” Esther muttered to herself repeatedly, the red flashing vitals saying otherwise. “Fuck.”
Essie stormed across the room and snatched her suit from where she’d laid it out on her bed. It took her a minute to get it on, but it felt weird to wear it in the light of day; this couldn’t wait for nightfall, though.
Tightening her weapon’s harnesses, Esther swore under her breath. She had her blades, but her gun was missing. Dick must have taken it. This made things ten times harder.
The computer here wasn’t strong enough to make a tracker from the chip that Jason had left her, but Esther knew of one that was. As she slipped her mask over her face, Esther slid her Khopesh into its leather sheath.
Getting to the computer system she needed wouldn’t be a problem, but getting around its guard dog might be.
…
No sound was made as She-Wolf’s feet landed on the balcony outside the expensive loft in East Gotham. The sliding door was unlocked, as Esther knew it would be.
Barbara Gordon was used to masked vigilantes using her balcony as an entrance.
Luckily it seemed that no one was home as Essie silently closed the door behind her. That was good; the last thing she needed was Babs asking a million questions. The living area looked normal, but Esther knew better. Stepping over to the vintage telephone on the bookshelf, Esther lifted the receiver off its stand and rang in the numbers 5-7-4-5-6. The moment she placed the receiver back down, the room began transforming.
The bookshelf split open, and a massive computer screen console emerged. The window curtains drew themselves shut, and the tv disappeared into the floor, replaced by an enormous display case that came from inside the wall.
The case gave Esther pause. Inside was Barbara’s old Batgirl suit. The purple and gold detailing made her smile, and she placed her hand over the glass.
“Teach me that move!” A ten-year-old Esther screeched after getting landed on her ass by Babs. Barbara moved her cape out of the way and reached out to give the girl a hand standing up.
“I’ll teach you that move after you’ve learned to block it.” Batgirl laughed, “If you’re gonna be Bat-Girl-”
“With a hyphen!” Esther clarified, eliciting an eye roll from Babs.
“With a hyphen,” She conceded, “It’s more important you learn how to stop an attack before knowing how to start one. I will say, though, you seem to be picking this up rather quickly.”
A sad expression settled on Esther’s tired face. This had all been so easy and fun when they were kids. She could still remember the first time she donned the mask; Barbara had snapped a million pictures, squealing something about her ‘mini-me.’
So much had changed.
Esther refocused herself, rushing over to the Watchtower systems and entering Barbara’s password, ‘justinbeiber4eva!’ only to curse as she was greeted by an ‘incorrect password’ screen.
Dammit, that had been Babs password for years. There were only two attempts remaining. Esther looked down, noticing a picture framed on Barbara’s desk.
It was of Dick, Jason, and Esther.
It was from middle school. They were all in uniforms, lined up outside the principal's office. Barbara had snapped the picture of them after Esther had thrown a glitter bomb inside the boys' bathroom with Dick and Jason inside. Essie had been mad because they had eaten the last of her cereal that morning.
Esther smirked at the picture frame, the two boys covered head to toe in glitter, angry expressions on their faces, with little Esther cackling between them. No wonder Jason switched to public school the following year. He was probably so sick of her shit.
“I changed the password.” Esther hung her head as Barbara’s voice came from behind her. When Essie turned, Babs was seated in her wheelchair, the door to her bedroom open behind her. Damn, even in a wheelchair, Babs was quiet. “It’s ‘Timstaythehelloutofmystuff12’. Damn, kids broke into it about six times in the past month.”
“Barb, I-”
“You’re not usually the one breaking in here to use my stuff; it’s still annoying, though.” Babs came to the desk and typed in her password, pushing Essie out of the way, “But I’ll admit it’s nice seeing you when you’re not absolutely wasted.”
Esther grimaced at the foggy memory of her stumbling into this very apartment a few months back. Humiliating, honestly. No wonder she hated to drink.
“Let’s just… forget about that.” She blushed. “I don’t mean to be rude, Barbara, but I’m in a bit of a crisis here-”
“I told you not to do it.” Barbara crossed her arms and stared up at her friend, “I know you were angry about Jason, and I know that my incident pushed you over the edge, but I told you not to go after Joker for me.”
“I don’t know how many times I need to say this: it wasn’t me.” The She-Wolf’s tone was impatient. “You know me, Babs, stringing people up for the world to see isn’t my M.O.”
That was true, but Barbara frowned anyway, “Once upon a time, I knew you, Essie.” Barbara said, “Before you started with this She-Wolf persona. Before you started killing people. Before you abandoned all of us.” Esther wished Barbara didn’t say all this with that heartbroken tone. Essie had never meant to cause all this suffering to Barbara and Dick. She knew it was as if they had lost two of their family members that day. “So if you’re here to get help to continue this murder crusade, you can just go.”
Pulling the chip out of her phone silently, Essie handed it to Barbara, who studied it closely before clicking into her computer. Her screens lit up with Jason’s vitals, which looked even worse than the last time Esther had checked. “No killing today. Trying to save someone. This person is important, and I don’t know where they are.”
Barbara searched Essie’s face. She did look concerned, which was weird. Babs turned her attention back to the screen, “Well, they don’t have much time by the looks of it.” She brought up some new screens, “I’m assuming you wanted to make a tracker piggybacking off the signal of the life support system? Hmm, it’s pretty weak. You probably wouldn’t have been able to do this on your own.” Her fingers raced against the keyboard, “But luckily, you’re not on your own.”
Her words hit Esther like a bag of bricks. Esther hadn’t realized how much leaving had hurt Barbara. But she was still so ready to help? “Thanks.” She said awkwardly.
“So, who is it?” Babs didn’t look away from the screen as she asked, “Must be someone you care about, but we share all the same friends. As far as I know, Dick finished up patrol and is over at the manor. Roy and Wally are in their respective cities. So who?”
“Someone…” Esther’s face lit up red, “Important.” She repeated, and Barbara flashed her a smile.
“Someone important to you?” Babs couldn’t believe this. It had been ages since Esther had even shown a little emotion over someone; other than Jason. If only she knew.
“Babs, please. They’re in bad shape.” Esther couldn’t look away from the vitals on the screen.
Barbara glanced at them, too, “Oxygen levels are dropping. Wherever they are, the air is getting thin-”
A loud thumping and crashing sound interrupted her words, and Esther was lightning fast, drawing her blade and getting defensive, “Stay behind me.” Essie moved to protect Barbara, taking slow steps to the glass door where the sound had come from.
Watching her move, Barbara studied Esther Wayne. She was the closest thing Babs had to a little sister, and there had been a time when they were thick as thieves. Even when they both had feelings for Dick, they’d never let it come between them.
But when Jason died, everything changed. Barbara knew it wasn’t just that, though. For seventy-two days, Esther sat beside Jason and experienced unknown hells. All while never knowing that there wasn’t a single night her ‘big sister’ wasn’t out there looking for them. And then to watch Jason die the way that he did. To have Bruce show up only moments too late.
She disagreed with Esther going out and killing criminals, but she’d be lying if she didn’t understand why Essie did it.
Today, however, there was something different in Esther Wayne. That anger that had ruled her for the past year seemed… less hot to the touch. And there was a new confidence in her when she wore this suit. Barbara hated admitting it, but maybe Esther was never meant to be her replacement. Or at least, perhaps the Joker truly had killed the Bat-Girl; it’s just that something else had survived.
She-Wolf stood with a strength that Barbara knew all too well. It was how she’d felt being Batgirl. How she felt now being Oracle. It seemed less like a mask and more like an extension of Esther. Esther was now moving the curtain out of the way of the glass door, only to freeze. Oh shit, it must be something startling to make Esther freeze up like that.
Barbara wheeled herself over to be by Esther’s side and gasped as she saw what Esther was staring at outside the window.
The bodies Esther had left behind the dumpster a few nights earlier had been dropped from the roof of Bab’s apartment onto her balcony. The bodies were in bad shape, and half froze, but that wasn’t what concerned Esther.
It was the katanas that were impaling the bodies through their chests. Not just any katanas, either…
“Care to explain why the League of Shadows is sending you an invitation? Using my terrace?” Babs was right; this was the League’s way of leaving Esther a message. They’d been watching her, and now they wanted to talk.
Esther didn’t have fucking time for this. She needed to find Jason before it was too late. “How long before the tracker is up and running?” Esther asked.
Babs narrowed her eyes, “You know, you and your brother are more similar than you’d like to think.” She referred to Esther ignoring her questions. Bab’s wheeled herself back to her computer, “It’ll be about an hour before the program is ready. This signal is weak.”
An hour?! Sure, it gave her time to find out what the League wanted, but Jason was running out of time. “Do whatever you can to get that time down.” Esther sighed, tinkering with the control panel on her hip that operated her suit's systems.“I’m sending you my suits comm channel; tell me when you’ve got the location.”
“Exactly like your brother.” Barbara huffed. “You better be back later to get those dead guys off my porch.”
…
There had been no note on the bodies to hint at where Esther was meant to meet the League, but that only left her assuming that the bodies themselves were the hint. She’d left them on Ninth, so that’s where she stood now.
The alleyway looked much the same, still dirty, still… alley-like. It was empty, but then again, the League would never be caught dead somewhere as nasty as this. It took Essie only a moment before she looked up and saw the swish of a cloak disappearing over the edge of the rooftop.
Using her grapple hook, Esther followed suit, and a moment later, she was standing face-to-face with Ra’s al Ghul himself.
She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting, but the Demon was not it. As if her body moved without permission, Esther lowered her head to avoid looking him in the eye. What the hell? Seriously, she hadn’t planned on doing that.
“Ra’s.” Essie acknowledged him, lifting her chin up to stare him down. He looked a little older than what Bruce typically described; it seemed he needed to take another dip into the Lazarus pit. But other than that, the dark features, the pointy cape… It all checked out.
“You’ve grown tall and beautiful, Sadiyah; you’ve become a fine warrior.” His words had a smooth, silky accent to them.
“I got your ‘message’ where’s Jason?” Esther snarled, unsure why he’d called her that name, but it sounded weird… familiar even.
“I was hoping you could tell me.” Ra’s took long, slow strides, circling around where Esther stood.
Her shoulders deflated, “You don’t know?” But the look in his eyes didn’t quite add up. It took Esther a second, but after a moment, she sighed heavily, “But that’s not what you said, is it?” Ra’s knew exactly where Jason was; he just wanted Essie to figure it out on her own. “This is a test.”
Ra’s gave her a charming smile, “Think of it as more of an opportunity. A challenge. I want to see what you’re made of. The time is fast approaching when you will need to be prepared.”
This was the same weird bullshit that Ra’s spewed every time he saw Esther. Wait, no. That wasn’t right. Esther had only ever seen him in pictures. Her brain felt foggy, but she shook her head to clear it and snarled, “Listen, old man, I have no interest in the stupid games you like to play with Bruce; You already cost me Jason once. I won’t let you do it again.” She drew her khopesh from its sheath and lowered her center of gravity.
Ra’s stopped in front of her and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, “You would do well to remember some respect, child.” His facial expression darkened, “Too often, you seem to forget that you only exist because of me.”
Too often? What was he talking about? Esther wasn’t sure, but her head felt like it was going to split open, “Big deal,” She squeezed her eyes open and shut, trying to see through the headache, “You defrosted me in a microwave and then left me to be poked at by doctors for the better part of a decade. It doesn’t mean I owe you anything.” Essie grunted, lifting her blade a bit higher.
“Is that how you remember it? Pity.” Ra’s had a smug smile on his face, but his expression faltered as he got a better look at her sword. “Shifrat Mumazaqa.” The Shattered Blade. “Where did you find such a weapon?”
Esther squinted in confusion, pausing to inspect her khopesh. Its blade was an onyx black, some kind of old writing etched into it. “I paid a visit to my family’s exhibit at the museum. Found this on the way out, figured it was a shame to leave a beautiful weapon to rot while ten-year-olds gawked at it.” Sometimes, late at night, Esther would notice scratches in the blade with an almost violet hue.
Ra’s studied her blade, moving in closer for a better look. “How interesting that this weapon should call to you. It’s quite ancient. I have not seen it with my own eyes in many centuries.” He reached out a hand to examine it, only for Esther to lightly smack it with the blade. A warning. “You’re not foolish enough to fight me, girl. We both know you’re not quite there yet. Perhaps soon, but not on this day.”
He was absolutely right. And she knew it. To fight Ra’s al Ghul was a death wish, but Esther felt desperate. “Just tell me where Jason is.”
“I look forward to your success.” Ra’s smirked and dropped a smoke pellet onto the ground.
Esther reached up to turn on her mask, but he was gone by the time its lenses powered on. She switched it off as the smoke cleared, angrily sheathing her weapon and kicking at a loose shingle.
So Ra’s was testing her, and he wanted to be sure that she knew it. Why? Not to mention, Jason was working for him, shouldn’t Ra’s care a little bit whether or not he lives? He couldn’t be that confident in her abilities, could he? Ra’s hadn’t even seen Esther fight before.
Ra’s al Ghul had never bothered with Esther Wayne since placing her parents' samples into a surrogate, not since Bruce had taken her away from the clinic where she’d spent her life as nothing but a lab rat. So why was he here now?
She didn’t really have time to think about it, though. There was too much to do. Esther flicked on the mic in her mask.
“Babs, please tell me you have good news for me.” Esther sighed into the comm link, staring at the place Ra’s had been standing a moment before.
“I got good news, bad news, and news you just won’t like.” Bab’s voice rang from inside her mask.
“Go.” Esther huffed.
“Good news is that I got the tracker working.” Esther let out a breath of relief, thank God. “Bad news is I no longer have access to your suit's systems, so you need the physical chip.”
No. Esther didn’t have the kind of time to go back to Barbara’s apartment; Jason’s vitals looked bad the last time she’d seen them. Who knew how bad they were now.
“Babs, is there any way you could just tell me the coordinates?” But Esther knew what her answer would be.
“I could, but that’s too broad an area. It would take you too long to narrow down the exact spot. Now,” Essie could hear Oracle’s finger clicking on her keyboard, “The last bit of news is good, but don’t get mad at me.”
An eyebrow raised from underneath Essie’s mask, “Okay.” She drew out the ‘y’ in suspicion.
“The chip is on its way to you right now. It should be arriving any minute-“
“Looking for us?” The smooth voice was all too familiar to Essie, and her shoulders slumped. A silent groan went off in her head as she turned to see Nightwing in all his glory standing behind her.
“Who’s us?” Esther growled, knowing the answer even before Robin flipped from the building above them onto the rooftop they were all now standing on. “Okay, Babs, I understand sending Dick, but why the fuck is the kid here?”
“Training.” Nightwing looked her up and down; damn, she looked hot in her She-Wolf suit.
“Train somewhere else.” Esther spat and held her hand out, “The chip now, please.”
Tim Drake pulled the chip from his pocket and held it out to her, “Come take it from me.” He grinned. It was a challenge and not one that Esther was in the mood for right now. She had enough challenges on her plate at the moment.
Looking between the two of them, Esther’s eye twitched. Does this kid think this is a fucking joke?
“Tim,” Nightwing warned, “This might not be the time for” Too late. She-Wolf had already flipped Robin over her back and had her foot on his neck, pinning him to the ground. “You’ve got to stop letting her get in close. That’s where she does her best work.” Dick sighed. Esther kept the pressure on Tim’s neck as she snatched the chip from his fingers, adding a light smack to his face for good measure, “Okay, I think that’s enough, Essie.”
She released him and clipped the chip into the side of her mask, her visuals lighting up with a map and Jason’s vitals, all bordering her sight range. Jason’s heart rate was slowing down rapidly. When Essie saw his location, she groaned. Please, not the old Gotham South Elementary...
“Fuck.”
“I’m assuming that means you’ve seen our other problem?” Oracle said, and Esther palmed at her forehead. “Whoever your friend is, they need to pick better friends. Black Mask has been using that abandoned school as one of his safe houses for a while now. It’s his best guarded one.”
“And it’s far away.” Esther chewed on her cheek. “They’ll be dead by the time I get there.” Tears welled up in her eyes behind her mask, but she choked them back. This wasn’t the time to get emotional; it only clouded her judgment. “And I don’t have my guns.” She glared at Dick.
Tim sat up from the ground, grunting in pain, “I can take you on Bat-Wing.”
“No.” Esther shot back, not knowing what the fuck ‘Bat-Wing’ was.
Nightwing shifted on his feet, “Essie, Babs has two dead guys at her apartment courtesy of Ra’s al Ghul, if you need help-”
“I can’t.” She was pacing again, trying to come up with some way to get to the school in time. Dick got ready to argue, and Essie relented to telling him a little bit of truth just to save some time, “He’s issued me a challenge.”
The blood rushed from Dick’s masked face. “Shit.” He muttered, running his hand through his hair.
“That is… not good.” Barbara’s voice chimed in, and Tim got to his feet, his expression somewhat confused.
“Uhh, I’m lost.” The young Robin stared between the two older vigilantes.
Nightwing clenched his jaw, “When Ra’s wants to test the measure of a man, he’ll often set up impossible situations and set them loose to see if they can find a solution. He calls them ‘challenges.’ Bruce has done more than I can count, but Essie..?” He glanced at her, “Ra’s has never extended one to Esther before. And she’s right; we can’t help her. Much.”
“Uh, why?” Tim asked, and this time Esther answered.
“He’ll kill you.” Her words sent a shiver down his spine, “The challenge has been extended to me. If I receive too much help, I fail, and we all get picked off one by one by the League of Shadows as punishment for disrespecting their traditions. ‘Tuqus Alshaytan.’ The Rite of the Demon.”
Tim’s eyebrow raised, “You seem to know a lot about that.” Esther paused. He was right. She knew little from what Bruce had told her in the past, but… She didn’t remember him telling her the challenge's name, let alone its name in Arabic. Of the languages that Esther knew, Arabic wasn’t even one. “But there’s literally no other way to get across the city in time, not in broad daylight at least.”
“He’s right.” Babs said, “Ra’s has always allotted Bruce a little help. A good assassin uses his resources. Let us help as much as we can. As long as it’s just you that goes into that school, I don’t think Ra’s will punish you. It is convenient, though, that Bruce is busy working on a missing person case. I wonder if Ra’s didn’t want him helping you.”
Dick put his hand on Esther’s arm, and for once, she didn’t flinch away, “We’re right here, Essie. Let us help.”
Esther bit her lip and then huffed, “Okay. What the fuck is this ‘Bat-Wing’ thing?”
Nightwing did a double-take, “I’m sorry what?” Was she actually agreeing to their help? They hadn’t worked together in so long. “Wow, whoever’s in that school must be important.” He said under his breath.
Tim looked shocked as well, “Uh, right, then… It’s probably better if you just… see for yourself.”
…
“Don’t you ever, ever mention this again.” Esther hissed but could barely be heard over the wind roaring past them.
Turns out the ‘Bat-Wing’ was a new toy that Bruce made. Basically, a glorified hang-glider that went very fast. Unfortunately, it was only built for one rider, so Esther was holstered like a baby against Tim’s chest.
She looked like a fucking idiot.
“Dick got enough pictures to last us a lifetime.” Tim laughed, “And you get no pity from me. Because of you, I had to take my school pictures with a broken nose.”
“Uhh, right. How’s that coming?” Esther yelled over the wind.
“Still broken, thanks.” Tim griped, making a sharp turn to the right. Esther felt her stomach in her throat, “You okay? Lookin’ a little green there. Dick gets sick on this thing too.” He was enjoying this.
“I’m fine! I’ve been flying since before you knew the quadratic formula.” Granted, that was using her old Bat-Girl cape, but it was pretty much the same. It had… just been a while.
“Oh, I know!” Tim sighed, “Dick never shuts up about it. Apparently, you and Todd ditched out on a lot of responsibilities to take midnight flights around Gotham. He’s still salty that you guys left him to deal with the Christmas Charity alone.” It disturbed Esther to hear Tim talk about Jason, the Robin he’d replaced. But she tried to remember that she was mad at Bruce about that, not Tim. “Truthfully, I’m jealous of you guys. You all have so much history… You’re a family. I know you’re mad at them, but they still miss you so much. I’ve… never really had that.”
Esther’s heart melted. Maybe this kid wasn’t as bad as she thought. “Listen, kid,” She sighed, “I’m sorry about your nose. It’s hard for me to go easy on you. I- I don’t do it to be mean... Most of the time at least. Losing the last Robin… Truthfully I don’t think anyone should be Robin anymore. But since you are… I don’t pull my punches because I know someone else won’t either.”
“I know!” Tim’s voice hinted at the possibility that he was smiling, “That’s what Barbara said. She told me not to hold it against you. They talk about you and Jason all the time. And Alfred… Well, you need to come see him. No one talks higher of you than him.”
Alfred. Esther missed him so much. What she wouldn’t give for one of his famous cookies right now. “And… Bruce?”
“Oh.” Tim took another hard right. They were getting close now. “Well, you know Bruce. Always hard to read. If anyone brings you up, he gets really quiet. I think he feels like he failed you. You and Jason. Sometimes I see him sitting at the piano, but he never plays it. But you did, didn’t you? So… I guess he thinks about you a lot.”
The piano was one of the few things that Esther had brought from the clinic with her. To this day, she never felt as peaceful as she did while playing the piano. After everything with Joker, it was the only thing that relaxed her.
But the fact that Bruce would sit there to think about her..? It was hard because Essie was so mad at Bruce. So angry at him for so much. For being too late to save Jason, leaving the Joker breathing and replacing Jason. It hurt so much. But he was her brother.
Jason wanted him dead. Esther could tell from how he’d talked about him the night before. Sometimes… Sometimes so did she. On the bad nights. The nights when she’d wake up and swear that Joker was about to start cutting her up again. On those nights, filled with terror and rage, she wished Bruce would suffer for not saving them.
But on the good nights? The nights where she’d find hidden packages on rooftops filled with medical supplies and a note asking her to come home. The nights when they’d run into each other, and she knew for a fact that he was letting her go. On those nights, Esther missed him too.
Grief and trauma were just- just so hard to process. Even with Jason back now, it didn’t erase all that had happened.
Esther could see the school quickly approaching, and she felt Tim start to bring the glider down gradually, “Hey, Tim?” She called to him, and Tim nodded in acknowledgment, “If you go into my room at the Manor, there’s an old Monopoly board under my bed. Thursdays around noon, Bruce and Dick eat lunch in the kitchen. It’s physically impossible for them to reject playing a game.”
Tim’s eyes softened, not that she could see them. He’d mentioned not feeling like he was a part of a family, and now she was giving him tips to experience it.
Maybe Esther wasn’t as bad as he’d thought she was.
“But if you go through any of my other shit, I will literally skin you alive.”
Maybe.
…
The windows to the school were boarded over entirely, and from the outside, any passerby would assume it was abandoned.
“Should I go through the front doors?” Esther scanned the area, not seeing much to be worried about from the outside.
“Is that a joke?” Barbara laughed over the comm link. “That place is probably swarming with Black Mask’s boys.” Esther squinted, spotting a side entrance around the corner of the building. It was blocked off, but the window next to it was shattered. With a bit of maneuvering, she could probably get through.
“I’ve got an alternative, but I’ll need help getting through the building.” Esther made her way to the window, pushing slowly on the board that covered the open frame.
“I’ve got the blueprints here!” Dick’s voice sounded through the comms, and Esther sighed.
She almost laughed at the fact that she heard Barbara sigh at the same time as her. Some things never change. “Sorry, Dick decided he wanted to ‘help’ from my end.”
“I don’t know what you’re apologizing for; I’m a delight.” Dick grumbled, “Anyways, that window goes to the old guidance counselor's office.” Dick paused, “Also, uh, Esther. I know it’s kinda weird timing and everything but um… Bruce is making me do this charity volleyball competition next month… it’s kind of lame… but you know-”
Esther heaved herself over the ledge and into the building. “If this can wait, Dick, please let it.” She grunted, and Dick went silent. The office was empty, as she expected. She left the window unblocked for a quick exit later.
“The tracker is coming from the west end of the building. It looks like it’s in the old cafeteria.” The building was starting to fall apart. This elementary school had been shut down in the 90s, and boy, did it look it. There was a poster on the wall of cartoon children holding hands around the world, and some other ethnicities were a little too… on the nose.
“Jesus,” Esther mumbled, silently exiting the room to walk the dark hallways. Here and there, little beams of sunlight peeked through cracks in the walls.
Footsteps stomping down the hall forced She-Wolf to jam herself into one of the dark cubbies in the wall. It wasn’t the best hiding spot, but it should be dark enough for her to go unnoticed for a little bit.
“Asshole’s gonna die soon either way. He'll run out of oxygen even if we can’t get the safe open.” Two of Black Masks men pass her, pausing a few feet past her to look around, “Or bleed out. Kenny got him pretty good earlier.”
Esther’s fists balled up. She wanted to kill them and be done with it, but that didn't feel right with Barbara and Dick listening in. Today just kept getting harder and harder.
Sneaking up behind them, Esther grabbed both of their heads and smashed them together as hard as she could. A sickening crack echoed throughout the room, and Esther blinked, blood pouring from one of their heads.
She may have overdone it.
In her defense, Essie hadn’t been pulling her punches for a while now.
“The effort was appreciated,” Barbara noted, and Esther was grateful for the acknowledgment. “Turn left up ahead.”
“Did she just murder those guys?” Tim’s voice came through the comms, and Esther inwardly groaned. Were they watching her like a sick soap opera?
Following Barbara and Dick’s instructions was easy, despite the winding hallways, the real challenge came when she peeked into the window of the cafeteria. Fuck. She ducked down quickly.
“Oracle, there’s like twenty guys in there. It looks like Black Mask put a giant safe into the old kitchen walk-in freezer. I think my guy is inside.”
“If they got into a shootout with that many guys, your friend probably locked themselves inside to try and wait them out.” Barbara sighed, “I don’t suppose you have any explosives on you?”
“I do, actually.” Esther hoisted herself on top of one of the cubbies and pushed a ceiling tile aside, jumping up and catching the ledge with her fingers before pulling herself up into the crawl space. “Problem is, if I blow the door, the pressure will melt my friend's brain.”
Crawling until she was over the cafeteria, Esther smirked, “I might have a better idea for them, though. Cover your ears.” And with that, she cracked open the ceiling tile just above where the men were using a blow torch to try and break through the vault. Esther lit her bundle of little bombs and waited precisely three and a half seconds before dropping them from the crack.
The timing was perfect. The bombs had barely touched the ground before exploding with a violent BOOM. Stronger than Esther had been expecting because it caused the ceiling tiles to give out, dropping her about 13 feet off the ground and landing her on her ass.
“Oh, did she just eat it?” Dick asked.
“Yeah.” Barbara laughed, “But when doesn’t she?”
Esther sat up, the smoke clearing and a couple of the men stirring as well, “Shut up.” Esther groaned. She got to her feet and smacked a couple heads into the floor, knocking them out and possibly causing permanent brain damage. Whoops. One guy was definitely dead, but Esther kept that detail to herself.
“You don’t have long before someone investigates that noise,” Barbara informed her, and Esther sighed. One problem at a time, and right now, her next problem was the six-inch thick steel safe she needed to open.
“Great. Now I just need to magically know the code.” It was a digital keypad; theoretically, she could hack it to open it, but that would take time she just didn’t have. “Let’s see… Seven letters long. Password hint: your favorite movie.”
Esther blinked. Black Mask’s favorite movie? Seven letters… No. It couldn’t be that easy, could it? She started typing into the keypad.
T-H-E-M-A-S-K
The safe gears whirred and clicked from inside until the door cracked open an inch. No way.
Esther swung the door open, and ran inside, pausing as she took in the sight in front of her.
Gold. Jewels. Weapons. Gold weapons that were bejeweled. Piled as high as her knees. At the far end of the safe, on top of one of the piles, sat Red Hood, his head lulling to one side, a pool of blood soaking into the stacks of gold coins he sat on top of.
Esther made a sound almost like a whimper in the back of her throat, rushing forward and kneeling at Jason’s side. He’d been shot between the armor plates on his abdomen and his thigh. Yeah, Kenny really did get some lucky shots in.
Jason wasn’t moving.
Taking his head in Essie’s hands, she shook him softly, “Hey, hey. Come on, don’t do this to me.” She put her forehead against his, “Wake up.”
No response.
“I still need you,” Esther whispered, tears stinging in her eyes. She couldn’t be too late. Not again.
Suddenly Jason let out a raspy cough, his body shifting slowly, and Esther nearly let out a sob of relief.
“Hey, you.” Jay was smiling under his mask. “I got you the Hana- the Hanuk- The candle stick thing.” Jason lifted the solid gold Hanukkiyah in his right hand off the ground by an inch before weakly dropping it again. Esther let out a strained laugh, letting her head fall to his chest.
“It’s a man? You’re saving a man? Who is he? Ask her how tall he is.” Esther’s ear twitched at how loud Dick was talking from Barbara’s side.
“Dick, be quiet.” Oracle sighed, “She-Wolf, Black Mask has another safe house about a mile away. If he knows you’re there, it won’t be long before reinforcements show up.”
Understood. But Jason wasn’t going anywhere in this state. Esther pulled a small black device from her belt, which, even with his mask on, Esther could tell Jason was staring at. “That’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?”
With a nod, Esther uncapped what appeared to be a lighter. Inside, however, was carbon subnitride which burned a hell of a lot hotter than the average lighter. With the push of a button, a blue-white flame lit itself, and Esther placed Jay’s hand on her thigh with her free hand, “Hold tight.”
The room filled with Jason’s strained grunting, his teeth gnashing together as Essie cauterized his wounds to slow his bleeding. His gloved fingers dug into the flesh of her leg, her heart aching; Esther had hoped never to hear him again in this kind of pain.
Once his wounds weren’t bleeding as bad, Esther hooked his arm around her shoulders, “We need to go.” Jason nodded in response, bracing himself as she lifted him up. They limped out of the safe, Esther taking Jason’s gun from his holster and holding it in her free hand.
“There’s not much ammo left.” Jay grunted, “You didn’t need to come. I was figuring it out on my own.”
“That’s what it looked like.” Esther’s snark made him roll his eyes. She moved them out of the cafeteria, “You swore up and down to me that you had this handled. I’m never listening to you again.”
Jason could tell that even though she was relieved that he was alive, Essie was pissed at him. So he mustered all the charm he could in his condition and hit her with it, “Have I mentioned how fucking tiny your waist looks in that suit? It’s hot.”
Her face heated up, knowing he was just laying on thick, but… it was working, “That’s nice; put your tongue back in your mouth.” They were headed down the main hallway, sticking close to the walls in case Esther had to drop Jason to fight.
“Oh, these two definitely smashed.” Barbara’s voice gave away the fact that she was absolutely beaming.
“No way, this guy’s just being a creep!” Dick was panicked.
“Does Dick always make an idiot of himself in front of Esther?” Tim asked, crunching on what sounded like… popcorn? That little shit.
“No!” “Yes.”
“Es, watch out!” Jason pushed his body weight against her, and they stumbled into a side hallway just in time to miss getting shot by some men hiding behind an open door. Esther got back on her feet, helping Jay back up, when she realized that her comms had gone dead silent.
That was until Dick Grayson broke that silence.
“I’m sorry. What did he just say?”
Fuck. “Did he just call you Es? As in Esther? As in, Esther Wayne?” Dick’s voice had gone up an octave, and he was clearly freaking the fuck out.
“I’m gonna need you to bring it down about three levels, please. I can explain later.” Esther spoke through her teeth as she shifted Jason to her other shoulder.
“Is that Night-turd?” Red Hood smirked under his mask.
There was a moment of silence over her headset, and Esther knew why. Only one person had ever called Dick ‘Night-turd’. But as far as Dick Grayson knew, that person was supposed to be six feet under. But suddenly, many things were making sense; she could hear the gears moving in his head.
Surprisingly, Barbara broke the silence, “Esther, what’s… going on?” Esther’s head was spinning; in one hand, she was supporting Jason’s weight; in the other, she was shooting anything that moved, and now her comms were blowing up in her ear… She was starting to miss working alone.
“You have got to learn to keep your mouth shut,” Esther grumbled, the two lurching down the hallway until they came to a three-way intersection. Shit, which way had she come in again?
“So it is Bird-Brain.” Jason laughed. “Long-time no see, Dicky-bird.”
Barbara gasped, and Dick was in complete shock based on the moment of silence.
Tim’s voice chimed in, “Is that…?”
“It’s not possible.” Barbara sounded like she was on the verge of tears. Honestly, so was Esther, but for entirely different reasons.
“Can he hear me?” Jason asked, not bothering to wait for an answer, “Hey, Dick? Fuck you.”
“It’s him.” Dick’s voice was deadpan.
“Everyone shut up right now, or I’m going to fucking rip someone’s throat out.” Esther exploded and everything went silent. She was extremely overwhelmed, and her head was spinning. Taking a deep breath, she re-centered herself mentally. “Barbara, which way? Now.”
“Right.” Was her only response, and it was eerily silent on their end now. Maybe it was the threat, but more than likely, it was the shock.
Esther hadn’t meant for them to find out this way, but what other options had she had?
“You’ve got Black Mask’s boys coming to the north.” Dick’s voice was cold like steel.
“Take the main exit.” Jason coughed, blood splattering across the front of his suit from it. “To the left, up ahead.” Esther followed his instructions, freezing in her tracks as, about 10 feet ahead of them, a man the size of a minivan stepped out from one of the side rooms.
“Ooooh… fuck.” Esther and the goon made eye contact. Now, Esther was a tall girl. But damn, this man was HUGE. Her incident with Bane had already proved that she wasn’t much of a match for guys this big.
Jason glanced at her, “Shoot him.” His tone was incredulous that she hadn’t done so already.
“I can’t.” Esther muttered, setting Jason down against the side of the wall as the behemoth stepped closer to them, “There’s a child present.” Jason shot her a confused look, and she tapped the side of her mask.
“Thanks for thinking of me!” Tim squeaked over the comms. “But I think you should be more concerned about Barbara. She hasn’t blinked in like… two minutes.”
She-Wolf gave the gigantic thug a wide berth, inching circles around him in a defensive stance. The guy was missing an arm, dragging an enormous sledgehammer in the other.
“Tim! One arm, massive, giant hammer, what intel have you got for me?” Esther could see his dark eyes locked onto her, like a wolf hunting a mouse.
“I-I don’t know- Barbara and Dick are in front of the computers, and they aren’t moving.”
“Abramavici!” Jason called from behind her, “He used to work for Joker. And who the fuck is Tim?”
That’s why he looked sort of familiar. He was there the night Joker’s men took her and Jason.
“On second thought, Tim. I’m gonna put you on hold.” Esther reached up and turned off her mic. This guy wasn’t walking out of here alive. And a gun was just too easy. “Alright, Big Boy, I guess this is round two.”
“He doesn’t speak English.” Jason grimaced through his pain. Good thing Esther hadn’t paid him any mind because it was at that exact moment that Abramavici charged at her.
He wasn’t swift, but god, was he just big. And he swung that hammer around like it didn’t weigh anything. As soon as he got total momentum, Esther ran straight towards him, sliding across the floor at the last minute to dodge his hammer. She slid right between his legs, ramming her elbow straight up as she passed underneath, making Abramavici stumble as he clutched at his private parts.
Jason clenched his teeth, not exactly feeling sorry for the guy but at least glad he wasn’t facing off with her.
Coming up on the other side of the giant, Esther scrambled to her feet. His back was now to her, and she dug her heels into the ground, bolting towards him. She veered to the side, kicking off the side of the wall and catapulting herself onto his shoulders, locking her thighs in a vice-like grip around his thick neck.
Abramavici stumbled around, shocked that she’d easily gotten on top of him. He swung his hammer fruitlessly as Esther locked her wrists together and brought her elbows down as hard as she could against his head, again and again, and again.
The man must have had an iron skull because he just took it like she was simply an annoying fly he was trying to swat away.
One enormous hand came up and grabbed her thigh, clamping down and throwing her like a towel across the room with a twist of his body. Esther rolled across the floor, absorbing the shock in her knees and elbows.
She used the momentum of the rolls to twist herself into a kneeling position, one hand resting on the floor and the other reaching up for her blade. Anger flared up in her chest; Esther was so over this.
In one fluid movement, Esther pushed herself off the ground and unsheathed her khopesh. Abramavici was waiting for her, swinging his hammer once more. Esther felt the air shift just millimeters from her face, but her body was moving independently, entirely confident in itself and its timing.
The hammer missed by a hair.
And as soon as it was past, Esther forced her feet off the ground, kicked off of the thug’s knee, and, using the power of her speed and her legs, shot herself into the air. Her body twisted in mid-air, adding to the thrust of her dark blade before she brought it down hard and unrelenting against his neck.
There was a moment of silence as her feet hit the floor, landing in perfect position.
A moment later, a loud thwack sounded as Abramavici’s head landed beside her, rolling a few feet away.
Jason watched with a dropped jaw, “Es,” His eyebrows furrowed, “Where did you learn that move?” His tone was hesitant, and Esther herself faltered.
“I-” She didn’t know. Batman had never taught it to her, and it wasn’t one she’d learned on her own. And yet Essie’s body had just… known exactly what to do.
Esther stood up, her head rushing as the adrenaline passed. She rushed over to help Jason back up. If they didn’t have time before, they were significantly out of it now. She could hear more men running down one of the hallways.
Jason kept glancing at her as they rushed towards the exit, “That… was a League technique.”
There wasn’t time for Esther to think too hard about what he was saying as she kicked the door open, mid-day sun flooding their eyes. Gunshots sounded behind them, and Esther cursed under her breath, “It doesn’t matter. We need to get out of here!” Esther let the doors slam behind her.
The daylight disoriented Jason, and his body started to shut down from his injuries. “Over there.” He pointed weakly, and Esther saw what he was referring to… his bike. Esther dragged him across the street, throwing her leg over the side of the motorcycle. “Do you even know how to drive one of these?” Jay’s voice was concerned, but Essie had a feeling it was for the bike and not for her.
“Shut up.” She growled, Jason getting on behind her, his muscular arms holding her tight around her waist. Esther couldn’t lie- it was kind of hot. Her thighs clenched together tightly at his hands gripping her hips. “Just hold on.” She mumbled, her cheeks turning pink as he rested his head against her shoulder.
Revving up the engine, Esther tore off, bullets whizzing past them. Esther zoomed down different streets, riding in silence before noticing Jay's quietness. “Hey!” She called over her shoulder. No answer. “Jason!” She yelled. Essie could feel his arms slipping from her waist.
He was unconscious.
And just in time, two black cars pulled up on either side of her, windows cracking down and bullets blasting through the air. Esther Wayne just could not catch a break today.
Releasing one hand from the handlebars, Esther elbowed Jason in his gunshot wound, internally apologizing as he groaned loudly, arms tightening around her again. Thank god.
“Ouch.” He grumbled.
“Now would be a good time to use the gun!” Esther yelled over the wind, using the size of the motorcycle to her advantage as she wove in and out of traffic.
The Red Hood reached down her thigh and pulled his gun out, firing at the tires of the car to their right. The tires imploded, and the vehicle veered off the side of the road; into the side of a building.
Just one left.
Esther glanced ahead, ducking her head to avoid getting shot as Jason and the other car exchanged gunfire. The light about a hundred feet up flicked red and opposite traffic began to move through it. Shit.
She thought the word too soon, groaning as an eighteen-wheeler slowed to a stop in the middle of the approaching intersection.
Jason wasn’t going to like the idea brewing in her head.
“Jay!” Essie called back to him, and his shots paused.
“A little busy here, sweetheart!” He shouted back.
She-Wolf swallowed hard and hit the throttle, the bike jolting forward suddenly, “Stop firing and just hold on!”
Jason’s eyes went wide as he realized her plan, “No, no, no!” Too late to stop her now, Jay gripped her hips with a deathlock as Esther pushed all their weight onto one side of the bike, tipping it over and skidding them parallel with the ground as they slid underneath the belly of the semi-truck.
As soon as they were clear on the other side, Esther used all her strength to tip the motorcycle back onto its center. “Holy shit!” Jason moaned in her ear, and Esther bit down on her lip. She’d always known that adrenaline made her horny, but damn, she needed to calm down.
“You just earned a fucking lifetime ban from my bike!” Jason yelled over the wind, Esther slowing down as no other cars were in pursuit.
Esther grinned under her mask, “That was fun!”
She turned to the right, and Jay looked around. “Where are you going?” He asked, but he had a feeling that he knew.
“I’m sorry!” Esther sighed, “I don’t know how to fix you up, and you keep going in and out of consciousness. I gotta take you to Alfred.”
“No.” Jay tightened his grip on her; a warning. “Take me to my place,” He coughed up some more blood, “I have what I need there-”
“Jay-” Esther’s eyes flickered.
“Just do it!” Jason groaned against her, “Seventh and Twelfth.”
…
Esther pulled the bike into the alleyway, practically falling down the steps of his stoop as she held Jay against her. They stumbled into his apartment, and Esther blinked.
It was… charming. An apartment beneath a townhouse on the upper west side of Gotham, a nice neighborhood. It was small but had tall, Victorian walls and surprisingly large windows for being level with the street outside. A living area and kitchen greeted them, and Jay had clearly been renovating the space as it was half painted and plastic covered everything.
“Wow, and here I am squatting in a church.” Esther blinked before helping him to his room.
Jason was losing consciousness again, but he managed a “Door at the end of the hallway.” Before drooping weakly.
He was going to die. Again. If she didn’t do something soon. But she was honestly out of her depth on this one. Who knew what kind of internal bleeding he had?
Esther opened the door and threw him onto the bed inside. Now, this room seemed more like Jason. Neat and tidy. Weapons decorated the walls, and a bookshelf was over his bed frame. Essie laid him up in his bed, removed his mask, and shook his shoulders, “Red. Come on, Red. I need you to tell me what to do. Where’s your stuff?”
His eyes remained shut, but Jason lifted his hand to point at a dresser across the room. Esther scrambled to it and searched the drawers, finding nothing but clothes. Until she noticed the false bottom on the lowest drawer. She pulled it up and saw a box. This had to be what Jason was talking about.
Ripping it open, two silver pendants were nestled into a velvet cushion. What the hell? Esther picked one up with shaking fingers, eyeing it closely. There was a thin ridge a third of the way down the pendant, and Esther realized it wasn’t a pendant at all. It was a vial.
Rushing to Jason’s side, Esther twisted the vial open and forced his mouth open, pouring the glowing green liquid down his throat in one fell swoop.
Esther sat back on her heels beside him, her hand on his cheek. Her breathing was labored as she studied him, waiting for any response.
Jason stirred, coughing harshly. Esther could see the pink rush back to his cheeks, and she let out a sigh of relief, “Jesus Christ.” She laughed in reprieve.
“You don’t even believe in that guy,” Jay smirked, his eyelashes fluttering as he peered up at her. He looked so lazy like he was melting into the bed. “You mind helping me out of my suit? The blood is sticky.” He grimaced, and Esther made quick work of pulling his suit from his skin.
A sickening squelch sounded as she removed the armor around his gunshot wound, but once it was gone, she stared in shock. There was no wound. Just a scar. Essie traced the mark with her fingertip. “That liquid… Was that..?”
“From the Lazarus pit? Yeah.” Jason sighed, already looking about a hundred times better. “A little souvenir I brought back from North Africa when the League returned to Gotham. I made it this long without using one, and now I’ve only got the one left.” He rubbed at his face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know I promised I’d be back before you woke up.” He lifted his hand and brushed her hair away from her cheek, his eyes scanning her body as Essie worked on removing his tactical pants, “What about you, are you okay?”
Esther stifled a laugh, and she pulled his boots off, “You’re asking me if I’m okay? You were literally dying not even two minutes ago.” Her fingers were trembling as she stood up and returned with a wet rag to clean his wounds. But Jay’s eyes were lasered in on her tremors.
“When did those start?” It felt good as the warm rag gently wiped the blood from his skin.
“The shakes?” Esther asked, and he nodded. “After the Joker.” She sighed, “They come and go. How does this feel?” She was pressing lightly on his thigh, where his other bullet wound was. She was kneading her knuckles into the area, which loosened the muscles in a way the Lazarus water just couldn’t.
Jay moaned softly, “Really nice, actually.” He stretched his leg out, sighing in contentment as she brought both hands to work into his tired muscles. Esther squirmed on the bed, swallowing hard at the noises falling from Jason’s lips as she rubbed out the tension from his thigh. “Essie,” Jason peeked an eye open, “You’re bleeding.”
Sure enough, she was. Her hip had a rose blossoming from it. One of the bullets must have grazed Essie while on the bike. “Oh, shit.” She muttered, peeling her own suit off until she was standing in her spandex shorts and sports bra. The shorts barely covered her ass cheeks, and the sports bra didn’t do her smaller-than-average breasts any favors.
Yet Jason was drinking in every inch of her with greedy eyes.
The cut on her hip was a few inches across but, luckily, not that deep. Esther held the rag tightly against it to stop the bleeding.
Jason pushed her fingers aside and held the rag there, pushing her, so she sat on his lap. The pressure he applied to her wound was firm but tender. “You shouldn’t have had to come save me. I-” He rolled his eyes, “I was distracted, and Roman’s boys got the drop on me.”
The truth was that all night his mind had kept wandering back to his time with his girl. His girl. Even now, that sounded so delectable in his head. The way it felt to fill Esther to the brim the night before, to finally, finally, claim her as his. Yet it hadn’t been enough, and he knew from the beginning it wouldn’t be. Jason knew that the moment he tasted Essie, there’d be no quitting her.
Esther could see him getting lost in his thoughts, and she wiggled on his lap until she was comfortable, enjoying how her movements pulled him from his head. “That’s okay,” Esther bit her lip, “We all get distracted sometimes.”
Was she- Flirting with him? Jason studied her expression, how she batted her lashes at him and how her chest had turned bright red. She was. She was flirting with him.
“Oh,” Jason raised an eyebrow, “You mean like how distracted you were on my bike?” He smirked, remembering how she’d pushed up against him when he wrapped his arms around her waist and how her facial expression lagged when he groaned in her ear. Esther looked away in embarrassment, and Jay snatched her chin in his hand, “You thought I didn’t notice?”
He forced Esther to look at him, enjoying the way her chest was suddenly rising and falling rapidly. Jason moved to sit up, but Esther put her hands on her chest and pushed him back down, “No.” She said firmly, her bottom lip jutted out in an enticing pout. “I wanna help you relax.” Essie’s fingers traced the edge of Jay’s black boxers, and Jason felt himself twitch from underneath the soft fabric.
Esther palmed at Jay's growing erection through the thin cotton, causing Jason to exhale softly. Sometimes this still didn’t feel real. Esther Wayne wanted Jason Todd. It was inexplicable, and yet, as she freed his cock from its fabric prison, she was looking at him like she wanted to devour him.
She snaked her body downward, resting between his thighs. Jay’s massive thighs made her look small, and as she took his dick in her hands and licked a stripe from base to tip, those thighs tightened and flexed. Jay was so fucking hard right now. His hand tangled in her hair, trying and failing to hold it back for her.
Gentle kisses were placed along his shaft, followed by her sweetly licking at his swollen and throbbing head. She lapped at the slit there, tasting that salty bead of pre-cum that had escaped. “O-oh God.” Jason groaned, his hips pushing himself against her lips, desperate to feel them close around him.
“He’s not here right now.” Esther smirked, swirling her tongue around his pulsing red tip, “Just me.” And without wasting another second, Esther pushed his fat cock past her lips and down her throat, letting her mouth pool with spit before pulling back off of him, a line of saliva connecting her mouth and his cock together.
Holy shit. Jason couldn’t look away from her; she didn’t even look ashamed of the spit line; instead, she just let more drip off her tongue and down his shaft. “Fuck, you’re a messy girl.” He breathed, so fucking transfixed by her.
Esther nodded, never breaking eye contact as she relaxed her jaw and went back to sloppily sucking his dick. Her pace was achingly slow, her fingers wrapped around his base and matching time with her ministrations. Essie’s spit dripped down over her fingers, only making her movements more messy and wet.
The sounds coming from her mouth and fingers were unholy. God, Esther was so messy, and Jason fucking loved it. His grip in her hair tightened, and he forced her to take the entirety of his cock; causing her to choke around it. “You like sucking my cock?” Jay asked, holding her still with his dick halfway down her esophagus.
Esther’s eyes started to water, her face becoming pudgy and pink, but she nodded anyway, “Mhrgm.” Essie garbled, laying her tongue flat against him, and she bobbed her head up and down a little faster.
“Oh, holy fuck, you do.” Jason breathed heavily, using his grip on her nape to guide her movements, trying not to cum at the sight of her hot tears falling against his lower stomach.
He just knew she was giving him all she had, and it was more than enough. Jason could see her nipples through her sports bra, and he fought the urge to rip through her clothes again. Jason held her head steady suddenly, caressing her cheek for only a moment before rutting his hips up fast and hard.
If she was going to give it all to him, Jay would take it all from her. Jason fucked himself roughly into her mouth, relishing the warm, wet sensation around his shaft. She looked so perfect, getting fucked into like this. “You take me so well, baby. You do such a good job taking this cock.” He growled, his hips moving at an almost rabid rate at this point.
And Essie fucking loved every second of this, her thighs clenching together tightly at the sight of Jason turning animalist above her. She was soaking wet at the sight of him. And those praises tumbling from his mouth? Esther would do anything just to hear those words said so sweetly yet carnally again.
Esther looked up at Jay through her lazy, fucked out eyes, moving her fingers to caress his balls. Jason couldn’t look away from her; she looked like a goddamn wet dream of his. “O-Oh shit-” He squeezed his eyes shut briefly as Esther hummed around his shaft, the vibrations sending him to another fucking planet, “Oh baby, you keep doing that, and I’m gonna cum in that pretty mouth.”
There was literally no fucking thing she wanted more.
Pushing her hair back from her face, Esther swallowed down more of Jay, more than she thought was possible. As he bottomed out inside her throat, Essie gave him big innocent eyes, and that was it for Jason, “Fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna cum. I-I’m g- I’m gonna-” He panted multiple times, fucking into her mouth at a crazed, uneven pace before pulling out just enough to coat her lips and gaping mouth with his hot load of salty cum. His stomach twitched and seized as he squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth hanging open as he moaned loudly.
Esther swallowed it down, licking at her lips and savoring the taste of Jason on her tongue. He opened his eyes in time to watch her clean his cock off with her lips, and Jason seriously considered fucking her into the next week.
Once he was all clean, Esther wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, grinning up at Jason, who was still breathing heavily, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. Jay pulled her by her hair until she was eye-level with him before bringing her in for a lazy, slopping kiss. He could taste himself on her tongue, and he growled from the back of his throat.
Pulling herself from the kiss, Esther placed a tender peck on Jay’s forehead, “I’m gonna go get a drink.” She bolted off of him, Jay sighing in contentment as he slipped his softening cock back into his boxers.
Oh god, that was so much better than he’d ever imagined it. Even now, as he could hear her rustling in his kitchen, his body was like jello, as if he had no bones in his entire body.
When Esther returned, she had two glasses of water in her hands. Jason eagerly took one and gulped it down, not remembering the last time he had drank some water. “Thanks.” He placed the glass on the side table before hooking his arms around Essie’s waist and pulling her onto the bed, cradling her in his arms. Jason littered kisses all over her face, which screwed up in mock sourness. “Oh, don’t act like you hate me now,” Jay teased, “Not after you left me face fuck you like a little slut.”
Esther’s face heated up, and she laughed aloud, smacking Jason in the arm, “Asshole.” Jay yawned heavily, his eyes struggling to stay open. Esther brushed his cheek with her thumb, “But an asshole that needs to sleep.”
Jason huffed, “No, I need to follow up on some leads. Can you bring me my laptop from the office?” He yawned again, and Esther gave him a guilty look.
“See,” She scratched his scalp soothingly, “I thought you might say that….”
Red squinted at her suspiciously, “What..?”
“You need to rest.” Essie pouted, “No if, and’s, or but’s… So I maybe crushed up like six of your melatonins and put it in your drink.” She said it so fast that Jason almost didn’t catch any of it, but he still managed to decipher her words and groaned.
“Es, those are prescription strength.” His eyelids felt so, so heavy. And wow, had his pillows always been so comfy?
“I know.” Esther bit the inside of her cheek, “Sorry.”
She slowly got off Jason, his eyes closing a moment later. Esther threw a blanket over the top of Jay and placed a kiss on his cheek.
“Stubborn little bitch.” Jason mumbled before dozing off into a deep, drug-induced, but well-needed sleep.
…
The shower pressure in this apartment was heavenly.
Esther hadn’t had a proper shower in ages. At least not one where she wasn’t nervous that a nun would hear her and call the cops.
So its high pressure and warm, soothing water felt amazing against her skin. As if all the tension in her body was melting from her skin and swirling down the drain. She missed this, having a space of her own to deflate. At the beginning of striking out on her own, Esther had tried renting multiple times, but each time Bruce would show up to try and ‘talk some sense into her.' Even when she tried using fake names. So going entirely off the grid was the only option he’d left her with.
And this place really took Essie by surprise. It was… genuinely stunning. A model of old Gotham architecture that looked like Jay was renovating to have a touch of modernism. But why? Seemed like a weird hobby to have in between working for the League of Shadows.
Coming out of the shower, her bare feet shivered at the cool touch of tile beneath her. Her eyes caught on the drain in the middle of the black and cream patterned tile… Okay, now that made sense. She could picture Jay washing down the blood from his exploits.
She wrapped a towel around her battered, bruised, and scarred body before walking back into Jason’s room. Jason was sprawled out across his dark comforter, snoring quietly. The sight made her smile. Safe and sound. Before walking to his closet, Esther paused at his bookshelf. Pride and Prejudice, Persuasion, Wuthering Heights… Twelfth Night. That one caught her eye. Jason loved the regency era but hated Shakespeare. Twelfth Night was Esther’s favorite.
Thumbing at its spine, Esther pulled the hardcover from the shelf and flipped through the pages to find countless notes in sloppy black ink. One particular part was underlined and caught her eye…
“Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons of contemned love
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;.”
Esther’s heart thumped in her chest. Of all the lines, he liked that one. Shaking her head and trying to hide the meek smile on her lips, Essie put the book back on its shelf before walking to the closet and picking out an old gray t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants.
As she dropped her towel, Esther caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her body looked… broken. But the part Esther hated most, that made it hard to look at her reflection was the three gashes across her stomach.
Esther typically covered them with makeup, high-waisted pants… or just any way she could. Those three gashes were from day fifty-six with the Joker… The day he invited Victor Zsasz to come and play…
Shivers ran down her spine, and Esther quickly slipped the oversized shirt over her head. If it was out of sight, it was out of mind. The sweatpants hung loosely around her hips, but that’s how she liked it anyway.
A sound made her freeze. Clinking was coming from outside of the room. Like… Someone was in the kitchen. Esther snatched a gun from Jason’s nightstand. She slowly eased the bedroom door open, slipping around the corner, and unclicked the safety as she pressed herself against the wall that separated the hallway from the kitchen.
More shuffling could be heard, and Esther recognized a distinct chopping sound. Someone was definitely in there, and they were… cooking?
“I know you’re there, alsaghir.” Little one. Esther’s eye twitched, wondering again why she could understand that word. And why that silky, smooth voice sounded just so… recognizable.
Esther peeked around the corner to find a strange sight.
Talia al Ghul cutting up vegetables in Jason's kitchen.
“I brought ingredients for tabbouleh.” Talia was achingly stunning, her clothing accenting her otherworldly beauty. Her voice was dripping honey, “You loved it when I would make this for you.”
Esther approached slowly, lowering her gun, “I- We’ve never met before.” She squinted, and Esther was greeted with the same splitting headache from earlier in the day.
“Are you sure of that, alsaghir?” Talia’s soft brown hair fell perfectly around her oval face, her skin like moonlight. No wonder Bruce had a soft spot for her. “My father sends his congratulations on completing your rite. The first of many to come. Although he would ask that in the future you accept no help from your… comrades.”
Leaning against the wall, Esther studied Talia. “That’s… nice of you to deliver the message.” And also highly inconvenient for Talia to come all this way. “I hope it wasn’t a long drive.” She raised an eyebrow, and Talia laughed at her attempt at small talk.
“Jason is doing well then?” Talia asked, turning her back to check on the flatbread she was warming on the stovetop. Esther couldn’t lie. It smelled heavenly. But something in Talia’s tone caused her eyes to narrow.
“He’s resting.” She answered simply. “Why are you here, Talia? You didn’t come all this way to check on Jason and me. One of your handmaidens could have done that for you.”
Removing the flatbread from the heat, Talia turned back to Esther and placed the fluffy carb onto a plate at the small table. “Sit.” She instructed, and Esther felt the urge to obey for some reason. Slowly, she sat at the place that Talia had prepared for her, taking a sip of the water that had been placed there.
“I’m sure you’ve noticed a significant lack in your memories by now.” Talia raised an eyebrow at Esther, and Essie blinked. How did she-? “Probably starting from the moment my father met with you this morning. Things you can’t remember, things you shouldn’t know but do… Perhaps even a change in your fighting skills.”
What the hell was going on here? How could Talia possibly know what was going on in her head today?
“Jason begged my father to leave you out of his plans, but as I’m sure you know, the Demon is not easily swayed by the demands of others.” Talia chopped some parsley into fine pieces, “So tell me, Sadiyah, what do you remember of your childhood?”
There was that name again, so foreign, yet… it didn’t feel wrong to answer to it. “Stop calling me that.” Essie’s eye twitched again, but her voice was much more timid than usual.
“Why wouldn’t I use the name given to you at birth?” Talia tossed all the chopped ingredients together, “But I suppose I should be more understanding. It’s not like you remember.”
Her words made Essie’s head pound, “What… are you talking about?” Esther rubbed at her temple.
“You have had something stolen from you, Sadiyah, and you don’t even know it.” Talia placed the bowl of food in front of Esther before squeezing a lemon over the top, “Do you truly believe that my father would have created something like you- something with so much potential and then just left you in the care of strange doctors? Eat.”
The food did look fantastic, and Esther was starving. She eyed Talia; Esther used the soft, warm bread to scoop up some of the salad(?) that Talia had made. The moment it hit her tongue, her head panged like it was going to split open. She had tasted this before; Esther knew it. But she also had no memory of it. “You’re saying… Ra’s has my memories?” She choked out, eyes squeezed shut in pain.
A flash of an image crossed her mind, Talia al Ghul sitting criss-cross in front of her, swords laid out between them, as they both ate from bowls containing food that looked a lot like what sat in front of Esther right now.
“Ahh,” Talia hummed, “I knew you’d remember this. You would have eaten my tabbouleh every day had I permitted.” She leaned against the kitchen counter, “And not necessarily. He stole them, yes, but he never truly took them from you.” Esther continued to eat (What could she say, it was really good), “They live inside you yet. Just… locked away. And all you need is the key.”
A sigh escaped Esther’s lips, “A key, I’m guessing, that you have?”
“An astute observation, Sadiyah.” Each time Talia used that name, Esther winced. “Yes, I have what you need to remember….”
The older woman trailed off, and Esther rolled her eyes, “And you want something in return?”
Talia placed the dirty dishes in the sink before she turned once more to give Esther a sly smile, “You need not concern yourself. It’s an easy task. I simply need you to deliver something for me to your brother.”
“Deliver what?” Esther’s eyes narrowed once more, wondering if it was a weapon, a message, or some weird sex thing. All three of those sounded annoying at best to deal with.
“Aidkhul!” Talia called over her shoulder, and Jason’s front door opened. A small frame entered the room, covered in a heavy cloak with snowflakes decorating the dark fabric.
The figure removed its hood, and Esther’s jaw tightened. Perhaps a child would not have been so shocking, but it was the child’s face that astonished her- the boy child couldn’t have been older than eight years old, and yet he looked exactly like…
“Sadiyah, this is my son. The rightful heir to the Demon.” Talia put her arm around the boy, whose eyes were examining Esther like she was his prey. Esther met him with the same calculative stare.
“Damian.”
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Hello if your request are still open for the sunroom can I ask for you to write a Ken "draken" Ryuguji smut where the reader is on the chubby side which she is a little insecure about but Draken loves her just the way she is. Kinks being: daddy, choking, ass smacking, pet names, and if your comfortable squirting if not that's fine. Ps. Hope your having a great day or night.
wordcount: 2k (i'm sorry but i'm not)
content: boyfriend!draken, chubby fem!reader, body worship, spanking, pet names (baby girl, sweetheart, etc.), lots of praise, daddy kink, choking, squirting, fluff (draken just giving you allll the affection), angst (reader cries over her insecurities), unprotected sex (use protection kids)
― synopsis: draken loves to cook, especially for you. But one night he notices you're not eating, come to find out you feel insecure about your weight. He decides to show you how he feels about it.
note from pooh: hi my love, thank you for the req (yes they are still open ♡). of course i can do squirting how could i not? my day is going wonderful, you've made my day actually with your req, it gave me an excuse to write 'body worship'. As a chubby girl myself i can relate hard to this lmao.
Hope you enjoy♡
WARNING: this is smut, so please ensure you have your age visible on your account before interacting. Minors (below 18+), ageless and blank blogs will be BLOCKED
"y/n!" Draken called, placing the last plate of food on the table. "Dinner's ready!" He smiled at the spread of all your favourites cooked to perfection, the aroma filling the house in a mouth watering wave of flavours.
Your footsteps sound from upstairs, followed by a playfully drawn out. "Coming!" As you rounded the corner to the dinning room you stopped and give him a suspicious look. "What's all this?"
"What I can't cook a feast for my baby?" His hands dusted on the black apron still handing from his neck, the same one you bought for his birthday last year even though he told you he didn't need it.
He pulls out a chair for you, kissing your cheek as you sat down. "You can take the apron off 'Ken." You giggled at him as he fussed over the food.
The cloth is thrown over his chair as he takes his own seat, eying the way you hesitated to touch the bowl of pasta in front of you. "You okay?" When the question brought a shy smile upon your face he knew something was off, you weren't one to waver when it came to food, especially his cooking.
Your head shakes dismissively. "Yeah, no I'm okay." He watches you dish out a small amount of pasta, doing the same with the rest of the food on the table. Now he definitely knew something was wrong.
Dinner progressed in a mix of conversation and prolonged silence, all the while you picked at your food, eating slower than usual. You hadn't even gone back for seconds when he did. Fed up with your weird behaviour he set his fork down with an audible clatter, shooting you an interrogating stare.
"What's wrong?" The question came out stern this time, only because he knew you'd try and play it off again.
"It's nothi-"
"I don't want to hear 'it's nothing', I'm not blind y/n. What. Is. Wrong?" He bites, leg bouncing impatiently as you sat their mute, with a flustered expression.
"Ken-"
"I'll ask you one more time." His eyes narrow, stoic gaze never leaving yours. "What's the matter?"
With a heavy sigh you finally break. "I'm just... feeling really insecure." You trail off, shying away from his intimidating figure.
He kisses his teeth in annoyance, tired of you dodging the question. "Come again?"
"I'm feeling really insecure." You repeat louder.
There was a heavy silence as he eyed you like you were stupid, giving you a once, no twice over from across the table. "About?" He presses, arms crossing over his chest.
"My weight." The look of shame on your face made his heart hurt. He didn't mean to be another problem that made you upset, but how was he supposed to help you if you refused to tell him what was bothering you?
His face softened before letting out a soft exhale. "Baby girl, look at me." As your head turns he can see tears pooling in your eyes, a sight that had him out of his seat and kneeling in front of you, cupping your face in his hands. "Who made you feel like that? What happened?"
"I did..." You reply as a tear rolls down your cheek. "I was looking in the mirror and... I just hate what I see, it's just- fuck. How do you even find me attractive?!"
Draken thumbs away the tears now freely rolling down your face, silently listening as you let out your frustrations. This wasn't new to him, it was something that came up frequently during the beginning of your relationship. You'd constantly question him and his intentions, whether he really liked you, loved you, despite you not being as 'skinny' as other girls he was around at work. Every time he gave you the same answer.
"I love you, for all that you are." He whispered, laying kisses on your face. "You know that right?" You nodded weakly with a sniffle, trying to force a smile at his words.
Standing, he takes your hands in his and pulls you into a hug, a hand laying protectively on the back of your head as he lets you cry into his chest. He wished you could see yourself from his point of view, how your smile brought light into his darkest days, or how your eyes made him weak, don't even get him started on your body.
He could spend hours exploring every single nook and cranny your form had to offer and he had. Somehow he was always finding something new every single time, whether it be how sensitive your lower back was, that scar on your left thigh, or just how fucking soft you were whenever he held you in his hands. Were you perfect? Maybe not to everyone else or to yourself, but to him you were everything he wanted and more.
"Shh, let it out sweetheart." He cooed, placing a kiss in your hair while he rubbed your back to calm you down enough to speak. "Can I show you something?"
You look up at him, puffy eyed and flushed. He could've kissed that sad look off your face then and there. With a nod you reply. "Sure."
He guides you up the stairs to your shared bedroom, stopping at the side of the bed. "Lay down for me." You comply, laying on your back, anxious and shy. He lays delicate kisses between your thighs - a favourite pass time of his - slowly making his way up your body before propping himself up on his side next to you. "Now, focus on me and listen."
A smile curves his lips as you giggle softly at his words. He was being corny, he knew that, but he couldn't care less. His hand trails up your arm, to your collar bone, wrapping gently around your throat to make you look him in the eye. "You wanna know how I feel about your body?"
Nodding your head he lets go of your neck and leads your hand closest to him to his pants, where he his hard cock strained against the zipper. "This is how you make me feel, every hour of every day."
Your breath came out shaky against his lips. "Ken..." As his name rolls off your tongue he presses his lips against yours gently, polite and cautious. You were upset, he knew he'd have to take it slow first.
Kind of.
His hand returned to your throat, pulling you into him. He parted your lips with his tongue, relishing in the soft moan that escaped you as his wet muscle danced with yours. Fuck your lips were soft, like he was kissing a damn cloud with the way they melted into his own.
He rolled you on top of him, trapping his hips between your plush thighs as you straddled him. Your pussy was hot against his cock even through the clothes you both still had on, and the longer he kissed you the hotter it grew. His hips rock into yours, running his hands over your body, hard-on teasing your clit over and over enough that you struggled to keep kissing him back as you moaned into his mouth. He loved how responsive you were.
"Clothes off." He demanded between kisses, soon forming a pile of garments on the floor. His eyes rake over your body hungrily, drinking in the way your hips curved when you sat on his lap like this, not to mention how fucking delicious your tits looked, perfect handfuls, nipples begging to be in his mouth. "So fucking gorgeous baby, look at you. A whole goddess in my lap right now."
You couldn't stop the smile that broke out on your lips at his use of the word 'goddess', a word you seemed very fond of as of late. "Shut up..." You whine.
Draken chuckles at your bashful nature, giving your ass a squeeze in appreciation. "How can I stop when you're lookin' at me like that?"
You tilt your head at him playfully, rocking your slit against his cock. "Like what?"
"Like that." He hisses, biting his lip as your cunt slide over the tip of his dick at a painfully slow pace. "Fuck, baby girl." His grip on your ass tightened in an attempt to ground himself through the torture you subjected him to.
"What's wrong daddy?" The sweetness in your voice washed away any sort of resolve he still managed to hold onto. You were in for it now.
Moving his hands from your ass to the crease where your thighs met your hips, he halted your movements entirely. "Lift." He simply says, completely ignoring your question. Obediently you raise your hips enough that he's able to position his cock at your entrance, wet and dripping for him. His gaze fixes to yours as he speaks. "Show me how a goddess rides this dick, baby."
Your mouth hangs open as you sink down onto him, cock nestling deep inside your pussy. His palm meets your ass in a loud smack as you rode him, leant over and bouncing that ass to your own rhythm. He cups your breast in one hand, taking a hard nipple in his mouth, tongue circling the sensitive bud while the other hand gripped your ass. You gasp as he gently bites, smoothing his tongue over your nipple before doing the same to the other.
This view never got old, you riding him, the sound of your ass clapping against his hips, your warm skin pressed against his. How could he ever see you as anything but perfect? "That's it baby girl, ride daddy's dick, just like that, with that perfect ass." He moaned, smacking your ass in encouragement, tempted to leave his handprint on the skin.
"Fuck, daddy." You cry into his shoulder, fingers digging into the sheets beside his head as his cock slid along your walls, hitting that spongy spot that made your toes curl.
"My perfect girl, always making daddy feel so fucking good." He sends another smack against your ass, loving the little squeak you let out as he did. Your movement's grew slower, tired and legs sore but still fucking yourself on him like you didn't want to stop. Draken took that as his cue to take over. "Lean back, baby, yeah just like that put your hands on my thighs."
You looked down at him with a fucked out expression, beads of sweat rolling between the valley of your breast and down to your naval. You really had no idea just how fucking incredible you were, you could've asked him for anything just by looking at him like that and he'd give it to you without question.
"Grind, baby girl." He continued, running a thumb over your clit. Using him as leverage, your hips roll in time with his that fucked up into you while he continued his ministrations on your clit, head lulling back as you moaned his name repeatedly. "That's it sweetheart. If only you could see yourself right now, fuck." He finds your neck and squeezes, your smaller hand wrapping around his wrist for balance.
"Daddy, I'm gonna cum." You hicked, feeling a knot forming at your core.
"Yeah? Me too, sweetheart." With the way you were tightening around him, your high was fast approaching. He picks up his pace on your clit, that being the final nudge you needed to push you over the edge.
"Oh my- fuck!" Falls from your lips, your arousal making a mess as you squirt all over his cock, the sight alone has him painting your plush walls in cum soon after.
"y/n!" He moans, fingers imprinted into the skin your things with how hard he'd gripped them. His cock twitched as he came hard, almost losing himself in the process as your pussy milked him for all he had.
You collapse on top of him, spent and sensitive with his cock still inside of you. Draken instinctively wraps his arms around you, listening to your rapid breaths against his neck as you both come down.
"I love you," he huffs through shallow breaths. "All of you. I will always love you, don't forget that shit."
You giggle, drawing your head up to lay a kiss on his lips. "I love you too, 'Ken."
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So i follow(ed) zhuhaitang and you both and he's been off his rocker for days tbh I'm not sure who's whispered in his ear, talking him into believing attacking your server was a good idea, i'm not on discord. because honestly the corona joke was stupid of you but it doesn't seem to be your original idea just something you mindlessly repeated and everyone on his blog is throwing it way out of proportion. AND i remember your story with the two sims you based off kpop idols and it was... nothing really just kind of childish i guess and maybe a bit weird, BUT all his receipts in general are..... so bland not in a "drama" way but in a "I can't take it that someone is enforcing a personal boundary that doesn't include me in their space" or "i hate it when we are not about me" or literally anything that wouldn't have had either of you stressing your holidays away? You don't need to post this or anything but I'm sorry for both of you having to go through this, espeically him because he seems really freaked that he couldn't actually handle being called out for his? hypocracy i guess
Thanks for this anon! Yes, that joke was stupid as hell, that's what I get for mindlessly parroting a stupid ass meme like a moron lmfao. I should've known it would've been twisted out of context, like everything else I've said. And yeah, I had kpop sims and played em like dolls, and yeah, I still cringe when I think about it- but such is life, right? None of this had to be like this and I honestly wish he had stopped ranting like three days ago when I still felt mildly sorry for the guy. I'm not surprised the 20 year old minor stalker association is blowing it out of proportion bc they have raging hard-ons for anything I do or say... it's a little disturbing but i'm somewhat used to it by now and I honestly don't care. I've had enough time to realize that they're going to say the most outrageous shit about me but like... fortunately, it doesn't matter one bit. Like what do they think, they're gonna call me names and I'm gonna keel over or some shit? Is my presence going to spontaneously explode off the internet? Am I gonna lose a couple followers? Like so what. Like I care about being blocked or unfollowed by anyone anymore. I already have half of simblr blocked or vice versa lol. They bring up the same shit every two months and call me the same things... and a few more if they can manage to out-do their previous vileness... and I just stay just the same as I am and carry on as I like. Just cos they say something about me doesn't make it true. They can say whatever they like at this point. But it was funny bc after I posted about my dad passing away I was like, how much you wanna bet that weird crowd is gonna start poking at me about something stupid again? And it was like god damn clockwork, within a day or two they were starting this silly thing up lmfao.
Anyway, thank you for the empathy nonny. Idk who told him this was a good idea either because it certainly was not. Not at all.
#asks#anonymous#ceci speaks#long post#negative#kinda#just for ppl that block that tag for drama related stuff#thanks for following me this long even to the cringe kpop days off#should i bring them back???#...thats a joke#sorry u had to see that lmfao
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Hello, fellow art-enjoyers and art-makers. By now, you've probably seen that post about tumblr's new AI policies.
I won't lie, as a hobby artist not dependent on social media, my first thought was to pack up and stop posting online entirely.
Due to how tumblr reblogs work, I don't believe that deleting my blogs would accomplish anything, since my posts would still exist on other accounts. So, unless something crazy happens, I plan to keep my art up as an archive of everything I've made/posted since 2012.
However, I don't foresee myself posting anything new here at all, unless it's to announce finished projects available for download.
Out of all the art platforms, tumblr is the one I've used longest, and I'm not entirely sure where to go from here. Investing my time into local art communities seems like the logical first step, but after that...?
If I stay online, I want it to be on my own terms, which is why I'm looking into creating a personal site for my work. Neocities already has me intrigued, so I'll see where that takes me. Squarespace is another option.
As social media sites become increasingly hostile to creatives, we need to keep being our authentic selves and making weird-ass shit. Stay safe out there, and thank you for following my work <3
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If this really is backfiring on her or about to, it’s no one’s fault but hers. Not Max’s, not Victoria’s, not Sophie’s, and not Jos’ -because according to her 90% of the things that happen are his fault LMFAO-, hers. She’s had endless opportunities to make things right, but I guess she let her shallow and attention hungry side get the best of her. //
yes admin! i agree with you when you say this is entirely her fault and no one else’s and i would like to add a few things because not everyone has been here since the beginning so they might not know many things. i’ll divide it by topic and people so my ideas are more clear. sorry if this is long!
jos: when we talk about jos, he didn’t dislike her at first. i remember him commenting on that “we’re going insta official” post, following kelly and liking her posts. she did the same and i think some of her comments are really there, as well as di’s. after a while he unfollowed her and that’s when we learned he didn’t like her and she unfollowed him too.
zandvoort happened. the whole verstappen family was there and so was her. out of nowhere jos left, some said he wasn’t feeling good but turns out it was all a lie to cover what had actually happened. turns out kelly and jos argued, badly. her fans were all “you’re lying, this is fake” until max didn’t go back to his hotel and slept on his motorhome the day before the race and on the day of the race, miss racist wasn’t there because she had to “take care of her daughter”, she mentioned it on ig to let us all know about it. she will never miss a gp, and her having a daughter hasn’t stopped her before.
then the abril jos hate accounts happened and there was a lot of drama. it was obvious he was pissed and i think so were raymond and max, because she had to message abril to tell her to stop, pretending like nothing happened. this was so bad that even victoria commented on the account, telling abril to stop saying such things. definitely bigger behind closed doors.
victoria: she’s has always been calm in my opinion. she’s been supportive since the beginning, but she’s never had the relationship she had and still has with di with kelly. she has lowkey made sure we know that, as well as the rest of the family. there are periods in which she doesn’t interact with kelly at all and then goes and does some damage control. i do think something happened in st.barths and i strongly believe they got a hold of what people were saying, like always (if pierre knows the gossip and so does the team, everyone knows it too). kelly not only invaded max’s privacy, but she also invaded tom’s and victoria’s.
sophie: i think she’s trying for max, or tried to see his son happy, but at some point it becomes too much. i don’t pay attention to the comments because she can go “beautiful” with a straight face and rolling her eyes. the lack of interaction from kelly’s part with her is what’s weird to me. any chance kelly gets of calling sophie “oma fifi” or kissing her ass, kelly takes it.
if what the anon said about the right people reading the blog is true, the whole family knows and is aware of everything she’s doing. but we need to remember that the verstappen’s are private, so it’s not as easy to find things about them like it is with kelly.
that’s all i have to say. if i forget something i’ll write it when I remember it. again sorry if it’s too long 😭
extra: we know gerda (jos’ sis), jj (sophie’s sis), and marianne (jos’ mom) don’t like her.
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Imagine being disliked by your boyfriend’s grandma. I could never 😭
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~Life Update~
First of all I want to say thank you to everyone that follows my ADHD Soul blog and thank you to everyone that follows my gaming content content I appreciate all the support ❤️
Here’s an update on life..animal job didn’t work out it didn’t help the depressive slump I’ve been in. The way they trained wasn’t great and it’s the fact that there was no actual manager just a bunch of young ppl working there. For learning some things my type of brain half ass training doesn’t work for me I need hands on learning or might need a little extra to learn something but once I learn whatever sometimes I exceed expectations and try to be perfectionist. So losing job was a real let down for me. I sometimes wonder if I should’ve mentioned the ADHD thing but would it really hurt or help me and sometimes I wonder if I should get a letter or something from my doctor that could protect me from being let go or certain treatment at work. So that job ended in March/February. It wasn’t till December I decided to give another job a chance I actually was hired on the spot it was another shoe store I was so excited but everything wasn’t as it seemed I was supposed to be hired as full time and then apparently it turned it I wasn’t. They are weird about taking breaks sometimes like most places I’ve worked you are required to take a 30 min lunch and a 10/ 15 min small break if you work 5 or more hours even working just 4 gets you 10/15 mins. If it’s really busy some managers prefer you to eat while working. Like no sorry sometimes ppl need to sit down like we ac right now either. This company the way things are ran is more competitive and just different from the last shoe store I worked at We got a new store manager just seems colder more old school. It just makes me miss my old shoe store even more…
My old shoe store job had closed during covid. We all never officially everyone never said goodbye to each other and It was at a new location I had been at for about 6 months and didn’t accomplish everything I wanted to/ dealing with mean girl type of drama & as still processing the fact that I lost my original store I started out at I originally didn’t want to relocate and stop being the assistant manager. We lost another store manager ( losing the first one was real hard for me too ) so they thought it was best to move me to a more heavy volume store to be a sales lead manager. I felt like my time was cut short as an ASM and I felt like I wasn’t always taken seriously and their communication sucked at the end and tbh when I look back on it I was younger I could’ve used a little more training with some things but still their communication could’ve been better talking goes both ways. I’ll talk more about it another time.
After the shoe store company closed my little fun nameless part time job became my main job.. I fought through bs to became a supervisor at a new high volume location I knew store manager for a long time worked with him at multiple locations I even once called him my friend. Working there turned into a nightmare toxic work environment bc the assistant manager has it out for me but tbh she ends up having a problem with everyone there was always something wrong.. Then there was other stuff but more of that later.. yes I told my store manager after holidays that I wanted to be done but I was upset I thought he was my friend is that no reason to ever call or text an employee when they took a leave of absence when they get sick with covid ? No one ever reached out to me to see how I was doing so I thought they didn’t want me to come back so I never went back and a few months later my store manager who I thought was my friend blocked me on Snapchat. I’m still trying to live with my decision that I never reached out and still debating if I ever will… I wonder if I was put as fired and not rehire able.. i was great at my job I really loved the job itself just not the location in the end.. then sometimes I do miss my friend… who was my store manager..this was the first ever place to really inspire to be a manager run a place have a business this was the first place I wanted to be a manager at. For months I thought about texting him but I couldn’t do it I don’t know why or how I became this way but it got to a point at work where I stopped texting my manager every time there was a problem it just got tiring.
So it’s been a rocky road with work places every job has its negatives and not every job will have bad management. So all that is kinda what lead to my slump along with at the beginning of it all I had a condition that acting up again but I deal with it the best I can with diet and supplements. It’s called IC/PBS ( interstitial Cystitis / painful bladder syndrome ) on top that I think have OAB 😭
So here am I figuring out what to do next no health insurance might be diabetic
Right after leaving nameless job I got back into gaming started giving streaming a try and start making gaming content I’m still doing it but it can only distract me so much now and bring me so happiness but I’ll keep doing it bc I know there are ppl that enjoy my content and if it brings somebody some sort of joy that that makes me happy too. Who knows maybe one of my videos will blow up someday one of them once got 50k views. At one point I was streaming everyday I’ll possibly get back to that we”ll see. Also trying to get back into writing and blogging more check out my ADHD Soul blogs on Tumblr and Reddit . Also enjoy photography and started wire wrapping crystals thinking about possibly selling some. Check out my Instagram to see @crystalwitch_22 We”ll see. Thanks for reading.
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Not trying to be a bitch or anything buttt… actually yes I am. If you are new, and just following me and your account literally has either no prof picture or the only thing you have on your blog is a Snapchat filtered ass poor quality highly edited photo of you, but there’s nothing on your blog except your shitty ass profile picture don’t fucking follow me. You’re either a bot or trying to make a burner account for what? Please take offense to this you dumb Cunt stop following me I’m not following you back. I have had so many people that have been following me over the last couple months but they are just empty accounts.
Sorry for the rant, but if you are one of those people that just followed me and the shoe fits ( if supplies to you- Just thought I’d clarify what that meant because I am assuming ya’ll  are probably all illiterate) then don’t even bother following my account  or trying to message me . I’ve had this blog since I was in seventh grade like u cunts need to bffr.
& last thing I’m gonna say to rap this paragraph up-
 in case I wasn’t clear and I didn’t say it enough, plz know you’re a dumb Cunt and I hope you have a bad day and maybe actually use your real name and pictures and not make a  fuck ton of fake accounts  to try and scam people and ask about a business opportunity. You may have being a sugar baby.
And if this makes you mad, then good stay mad bitch🫶🏻🖕  y’all so weird for  making fake Tumblr using the most god awfully  mediocre women with fake, botched tits hanging out in fake prof pic.
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before i go on break for 2024, i just want to say one thing, and only one thing:
artsy photographs of alex = no bueno
he’s not pretentious. knock it off ~gipsygeek~
god, that’s such a stupid name. it’s a stupid stupid stupid (and borderline racist) name, and seeing her in his posts kills me, like it’s hard to look at. i don’t trust her, she irritates me to no end, and i genuinely do not understand what alex sees in her. i don’t understand how he’s happy with her because she refuses to be seen with him, no one save for the trio follows her, and she talks about him in the most clinical way i’ve ever seen. a year ago, when i stumbled on her blog, and i wrote about it and i felt bad for being critical of her… not anymore.
i hate how he always has to give an excuse for her “not being very social”: alex, she’s using you, and she’s been using you for who knows how long. this is incredibly calculating, callous, controlling behavior on her part and just thinking about it makes me want to lose it. it’s manipulation, alex. she’s manipulating you and the rest of us. in fact, i’m going to come out and say that it almost feels like psychological abuse, especially when you check out the signs of someone who is being manipulated (if nothing, it’s a dynamic that, from the outside looking in, gives off the weirdest vibe and just makes me think that you’re just tolerating each other because you don’t have much other choice). i haven’t been following you for very long by comparison but it’s enough for me to see it and see the signs in you. a few jewish people have referred to me as “prometheus” lately for having the six-pointed star in my pfp to prove the rise in antisemitism… i’ll be prometheus again to show just how shitty she is, towards you and who knows who else.
yeah, yeah, she was supposedly “there for you” when your mom was incapacitated this year. to which i say… so? i’ve had people “there for me” in the past (and vice versa) and the relationships never lasted for very longer after that. fuck, my mom was there for my dad when my grandpa died and their relationship wound up disintegrating within two years; my stepdad was there for my mom when my grandma died and their relationship disintegrated within a year.
granted, you and i and my parents are all different people but i never covered their asses or explained their behavior to anyone after that. you should never have to explain behavior, whether it’s your own or someone else. and you should never have to force behavior, either (thinking about her dumb forced puns around star trek or monty python… you know, there’s being weird, and then there’s acting in a way that makes you roll your eyes at best and want to go feral at worst). i’d like to take that smug look on her face and show everyone just how ugly she is.
i’m saying this here because everyone needs to know. everyone should know that captain howdy is real and she will not stop haunting you and blocking you up like a hard shit that hasn’t come out in a day or two, and someone needs to step up and be the exorcist (or ex-lax). i have a crush on you… of course i’m going to be vocal.
you know, my being vocal against antisemitism is actually mostly driven by my crush on you (the other part of it being… i’m just not going to stay silent as a whole minority is being ravaged by the outside world).
i’m going to be vocal, and i’m also not giving up on you. we may be 3000 miles apart from each other but if she thinks distance isn’t a factor with me, she’s got another thing coming.
#there are going to be some fics in you’ve got a killer scene that are going to burn her at the stake#dark roots of earth will definitely let her have it too#all my homies despise gipsygeek#text#see you next year
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heyyyy im baaackkk im going to chatter about general headcanonsssss (i stole many from different askblogs and i projected onto them so much. y'all don't even KNOW)
henry stickmin. the guy themself.
•nonbinary as hell. they/them (he/him is fine but they'll kill you if you use he/him exclusively)
•biromantic asexual + poly (i fucking swear i SWEAR im not projecting I SWEAR i took this from the ending the cycle ask blog)
•conjures items (Choices) and has control over time. i love powers
•they always need a Source though but they usually have their hoodie
•despises suits !! give them a dress with a hood and they won't cause any mischief during formal occasions.
•loves ellie n charles. you can take this from my cold dead paws
•conveys love through gifts. has to steal a lot of them
•once came home looking absolutely feral, holding a helicopter toy in their mouth and walking on all fours. they gave it to charles
•surprisingly good at walking on all fours. is like a cat.
•very good at avoiding attention. but if they want they could VERY EASILY steal a show
•wears a binder
•has SO MANY SCARS. some linger from Fails and some just. happen. without a fail. hides a lot of them (coughcough revenged bullet scar coughcough)
charles calvin. the man with the plan
•fuck you (projects onto the pilot) (he/him trans guy.)
•fuck you (projects onto the pilot) (also bi, ace, and poly)
•loves ellie and henry. because i need to mention it every time.
•THIS IS THE GREATEST PLAAAN
•this mf adopted by general galeforce. you can't take this from me
•valiant hero charles is just constantly following around his henry. refuses to move on. will fistfight the grim reaper
•has a minimal amount of scars since he's a pilot instead of an actual fighter but he does have a few. and they're not telling a good story.
•he woke up one day with explosion scars and was.. confused. but thought nothing of it. (henry was very clingy that day. suspicious.)
•conveys love through touch. hugs n stuff.
•one time he had.. one hell of a nightmare. henry was the toppat leader and he had to fight them. he.. killed them, he's pretty sure. he killed them. he didn't let henry escape the hug that day. (but they did look.. kinda terrified when he charged at them for a hug)
•has a funny little helicopter necklace. if he's mad at someone he'll take it off and just. hit them with it. it's not like. a knife or anything. it's made of metal and uncomfortably sharp though. it COULD probably draw blood in a panic probably
•has a very poofy jacket because being up in the air is cold i think
ellie rose. she's there ! i can tell you that
•she/her. i have no further comments on her gender
•bi ace poly because i said so. you can't stop me
•obligatory loves charles and henry
•prefers suits over dresses. does have dresses but recently started giving them to henry
•sleeves? no! (cuts off the sleeves from every shirt she owns)
•conveys love through actions because words are shit and cannot properly convey emotions.
•has. actually jumped in front of a bullet for the others. who immediately PANICKED (henry was so damn close to a Retry. but she was fine!)
•loves when henry literally just brings her any red flower that isn't a rose. it's the funniest shit ever to her.
•if henry's being a little shit she'll pick him up by the hood like he's a fucking cat. has told charles to do the same but he refused
•makes and holds grudges easily. also remembers faces easily. Will fuck you up if you wrong her
•one time had a weird ass dream. her and henry were toppats (which she knows is just. wrong. she might've become one before she met hen and charlie but wouldn't give up triple threat for the world) but they were.. fighting? she was threatening them. they.. betrayed her? they wouldn't do that. right? ((toppat civil war <3))
•good at starting fires but won't do it for any malicious purposes. anymore. she used to
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🔥: This one is really just a personal peeve, but people who look for other people to block in the rpc are uncomfy af to me. Like, I just don’t think anyone has any reason to scoot around the rpc blocking random people they’ve never interacted with before & who are otherwise not doing any type of harm or posting any kind of “harmful” content & couldn’t really be bothering them in any way.
LIKE its fair to make an exception to this if the blockee is close to / interacting with someone who is “problematic” or who has done harm to the blocker, but they really should AT LEAST avoid treating the blockee like someone who is out to get them personally when they’re no where near them & probably don’t even know about anything the person they’re interacting with did, nor is it likely that they condone it or would patriciate in it themselves.
But people are def the weird to me when they stumble upon someone else’s blog & feel the need to block them because of nothing. Like the people that get upset when they see someone who seems to have more rp partners, threads, friends, ships, nicer graphics, more complex hcs, etc than them. ( WHICH IMO, I really think feels red-flaggy. I remember when people used to go BATSHIT at people for having “high-follower” counts & that was ugly ass envy & imo a lot of the time so is this. )
This is super common with dupes because ““dupe anxiety”” but its also taken off just as a general conduct thing & I really hate it, imo. I think its really not suited for something that is meant to be a community environment / experience. There is nothing more awkward than stumbling upon a random person in your fandom who has you hard-blocked for no noticeable reason. Like sure its their “”right””, but its my right to think thats weird & probably unnecessary. Like, I can’t imagine being that pressed by the existence of someone who has done nothing to me.
Like if your mental health is so negatively impacted by the perceived success of a total stranger who is not doing a single thing wrong, let alone doing anything toward you, it feels like maybe a community environment isn’t the most suited for people who have those kind of issues ?
& I’m sorry but MOREOVER, 9 times out of 10 when people are feeling the “need” to be blocking other rpers who don’t engage with them, they don’t just stop at blocking. That need is coming from a weird place so not everyone is content with “blocking” someone & going about their day. They gotta be looking for reasons to justify their “feelings” & if they can’t find or twist things to make reasons they’ll just make them up cos that feels better to a lot of people than simply acknowledging that have jealousy issues & managing themselves.
Because honestly blocking rarely ever solves this type of “”issue”” in the first place because there's not really anything blocking can do to someone who doesn’t follow / interact with you. Literally nothing, tbh. The only thing blocking does is stop someone from following you & removes their ability to contact you on the blog you blocked. How does that solve anything if the person doesn’t talk to you & doesn’t follow you in the first place, its really the stupidest thing when you actually think about it & to insist to everyone who finds this behaviour off putting that there is rarely hostile or shady motives behind it just feels a little gaslight-y to me with all that in consideration. ( & completely contrary to my lived experience with this type of thing, hence my problem with it. )
This works fine in normal fandom environments, by the way. Like for example you’re blocking someone because you’re sick of seeing their flaming hot-takes or awkward headcanons in your fandom / character / ship tags. You don’t have to have ever followed or interacted with that person for blocking them to have benefits for you in that respect because you’re encountering them in a very public place.
But rp is totally different. We USUALLY don’t post ourselves in fandom tags. We usually don't try to exist in public places from the get-go. We’re all kind of restricted to our little communities were you’re probably not gonna be seeing much of someone if you’re not following them, least of all their “opinions” or “headcanons” or “ships”, that might rub you wrong, unless you are actively visiting their blog & looking at their content directly.
You’re only gonna see them on your dash if your rp partners are writing with them & blocking will not solve that. Filters solve that. Filtering out the URLs should be where it ends. It doesn’t give any hostile, discouraging (even if unintentional) signals to anyone who doesn't deserve them & preserves the community spirit. But thats just my opinion on that, heavily influenced by unpleasant experiences.
#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ⚘ 💀 ━◞ From The Mun ⊱#unpopular opinion meme cw#anyways it would actually be nice if tumblr got a whole proper blocking function but we still dont have that yet#so blocking doesnt really do what a lot of people like to pretend it does!#and it is almost completely useless on people who dont follow / interact with you#just makes things weird / uncomfy if they ever notice the block#which tumblr actually rats you out now bc if you interact with the same people the person youre blocking only has#to try interact with the same mutuals post as you to know youre a hater its real awkward
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