cave opening


You’ve been doing well, and you’re enduring. You will be going forward. Plus you have me.

Context: We (A Warlock (me), A fighter, a ranger, and a bard) had just emerged from a long cave system back into open sky to find dawn breaking. In the distance we see a fuzzy black cloud approaching

GM: Ok so a swarm of bats happens to be attempting to enter the cave you just left, and -rolls behind sheet- they didn’t get anything to eat last night, so guess who’s on the menu…

Fighter: don’t worry, I got this -unsheathes massive greatsword- 

Fighter (OOC): So I could technically target an individual member of a swarm right

DM:….I…-proceeds to read swarm rules for 10 minutes-…uhh….yes but it wouldn’t really do anything

Fighter, with mischievous grin: I attack the closest bat to me -rolls not a 1-

DM: You hit. It dies

Fighter: Awesome. Now I’m gonna great cleave


Fighter: -proceeds to great cleave all 56 bats in the swarm over the course of several minutes of rolls, somehow not rolling a 1-

Bard: My god how did you do that

Fighter: I learned that in the great mosquito plague of ‘89

-entire table proceeds to lose their shit laughing-

Candle Lit Dinner

Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1800ish

Warnings: Age difference ?, it’s really just fluff with some angst, hateful comments

Requests open!

A/N: Thanks so much for the request! It was fun to write this and I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by richard-graysons

Tom’s POV

The sunlight streaming through the window had woken Tom up an thirty minutes ago, yet he was still lying in bed. The only reason he wasn’t moving about was because someone had their body tangled up in his. That someone was his girlfriend, Y/N.

She had her head resting the crook of his arm and torso, her body facing his. Her left hand was resting on Tom’s lower stomach while the other was wrapped around his back underneath him. That along with how her legs are tangled with his, it made it near impossible for Tom to move without her waking up. It didn’t bother him in the slightest though; he loved being next to her.

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“It’s Kinda Distracting...” (Joji)

Anon Request: I really would like to read a post about the reader trying to get Joji to stop editing for a bit and to pay attention to her, like he’s trying to focus but he eventually gives in? Like maybe reader just starts to give him the succ and he can’t help it? I just love this blog it’s chill if you have other stuff to do too dude

I sat in bed, patiently waiting for Joji to finish whatever he was doing on the computer and climb in bed next to me. I had been libidinous for the past week and a half, craving his touch and wanting his hands all over me. At first, I left him alone, wanting him to finish whatever project he had himself set on. But as time went on, the less he came to bed. I would hear the water of the shower on, signaling he was occupying the bathroom, but he would come out newly dressed in some sleepwear and then go back to his “man cave” to proceed with what he was doing earlier. I laid there on my back, trying to make myself engaged in some other activity other than just staring blankly at nothing. The TV bored me and made me lethargic, my eyes drooping slowly. I sat up rapidly, slapping myself out of it, I went over to Joji’s little “man cave”, opening the door, I saw him behind his desk on his laptop in nothing but his plaid, flannel pajama pants. I leaned on the doorframe using my shoulder as I crossed my arms over my chest. I bit my lip as I watched him: his damp hair slightly getting in his view as his eyes concentrated on the screen, his bare torso exposed as he sat there unbothered.

“Hey.” I let out softly letting my fingers dance across the wooden frame of the door, “You coming to bed?”

“Uh…what time is it?” he asked without looking up, the mouse clicking louder than usual.

“Currently, it is twelve o’ three a.m.” I answered looking at the nearby clock.

Fearlessly, I walked into the room hoping I’d catch his eye, but I didn’t succeed. I sat on the edge of his desk and he sighed, telling me he wasn’t finished with what he was working on. With my bare legs, and being in nothing but my underwear, he wasn’t paying attention. Joji loved it when I showed off this much skin and would refuse to keep his hands off of my body. He was not even close to finishing up his work, but that didn’t mean he had to put me off the way he was. I brought myself back onto my feet and walked behind the chair he was seated on, I placed my hands-on his shoulders and massaged them lightly. Leaning into him a little slightly, I placed a soft kiss on the skin of his neck, earning an annoyed groan from him.

“Baby, not right now, okay? I’m not done editing yet. And after I’m done with this I need to edit a video I’m uploading soon.” he whined as he shrugged me off, “We can continue this tomorrow, okay? I promise.”

“You promised me yesterday…” I muttered.

Although it dawned on me that I should leave him alone so he can edit at his own pace without feeling rushed, I couldn’t help but grow more impatient as the minutes, hours, seconds, went by. I sighed and brought myself to my knees, not wanting to let any more time to go to waste. I made sure to make quick movements before I changed my mind completely. Joji was always one to cherish his time alone when it came to editing, and I was the one to always respect that, but he’s never edited this long before. Crawling my way around his desk in order to enter through the open front part of it, I was pretty bothered by the fact he hadn’t noticed me duck down onto my hands and knees or noticed me as I crawled away. My chin came in contact with his knee lightly as I placed it on there, hoping he’d get the gist of what my actions were trying to show him. Joji seemed to not have any reaction to what I was doing so I amped up my motions: I let my hand trail up his clothed leg, the loose fabric so thin I could manage to feel his leg hairs through his pants. My hand stopped at his crotch, to which he then sat up straighter with a jolt, “Whoa, hey…what are you doing under there?” he asked me confused.

“I just wanna touch you a little bit…” I admitted as I continued to caress his groin area.

“Babe, come on out from under there. It’s kinda distracting…I told you I’m busy editing.” he sighed in his ‘I told you already not to do that’ tone.

“Keep editing…I promise you wont get too distracted.” I explained as I somehow found my hand creeping it’s way into his pants.

Joji agreed to letting me touch him as he worked. There were a few times, within the couple of minutes that I sat there jerking him off, I felt him suppress moans and grunts. As he grew harder I decided to let my mouth do the rest of the work. I took his length from out of his boxers and his pants, the cold air making him feel relieved due to the temperature rising in his pants. The clicks of his mouse continued as I begin licking up his shaft slowly, then taking him in my mouth as I swirled my tongue along his tip. Joji gasped then cleared his throat, as if he didn’t want me to know how good it made him feel because he was too busy focusing on his bright screen. Taking more of him in my mouth was always challenging since he was big in size but it was well worth it if it meant getting a reaction out of him. He groaned in a rough manner, his clenched fists now lying beside him. With one hand on his shaft, I made swift movements with my wrist skillfully as I carried on sucking. Sooner than expected, his hands found their way into my hair, entangling in the nest on my head as he tried putting my hair in a ponytail. It wasn’t long enough until his moans became irregular and more notable as they got louder. He sucked in a breath as I took his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him. His eyes were dark as he bit his lip, motioning me to keep going. I knew he was close and instead of me making a witty comment, I went back to sucking him off. Using my tongue to massage his length as I bobbed my head up and down with his help, he cussed in Japanese. It turned me on when he did that and even if this was just me sucking him off and not him fucking me after, I didn’t care…he was a sight to see what he was in pleasure.

“Y/N…fuck.” he breathed.

Placing my hands on either side of his thighs, I took more of him into my mouth, earning moans from him, I took it as my sign of approval.

“Y/N..” he moaned with his hand entangled in my hair as the other was clenching the arm of the chair, “Fuck, stop…I- I’m gonna cum.”

The thing I loved most about sucking Joji off was that he would always try and cut it short for fear that he might cum too quickly but would give in anyway if it meant that at the end of the day it would be me getting the job done. His grip on my hair got tighter and he cussed once more in his foreign language before whispering, “Fuck, just like that, baby.”

Doing as I was told, he moaned, his cock twitching in my mouth as his cum doused the back of my throat. Letting out a chain of cuss words from his lips, he lightly panted as I persisted to suck him off. Joji let out a grunt and removed my lips from his cock. I studied him attentively as he got up from his chair and held out his hand to me. Thinking he was going to help me up from my spot under his desk, I was in for a wild ride when he instead yanked me up on my feet and turned me around so that my butt was facing him and my hips were pressed against his desk. It was as though he’d finally snapped out of his trance and acknowledged me, as he should.

“Thought you didn’t wanna get distracted?” I provoked, turning my head to look at him.

Joji was strenuously removing my underwear from under the oversized shirt but soon stopped once it fell to my ankles. He chuckled to himself, “Thought this was what you wanted?” he told me in a taunting manner as he slipped a finger inside me.

I gasped and gripped the desk so hard it made my knuckles turn white. Joji went on and added another finger, he pumped them inside me vigorously. Hanging my head low as my moans grew louder, he suddenly stopped. About a few seconds passed by with no action or motion from him so I turned around to see what it was he was doing and I witnessed him sucking his fingers before he grasped his cock and pushed himself inside me at a fast pace. I grabbed one of his hands that was placed on my waist and tightened my clutch on it as he filled me with every inch of him, clouding my mind with euphoria. Joji grunted in an animalistic manner when he began thrusting faster and rougher, taking my leg and propping it up on the desk made it more so he had more access and could go deeper than he already was. I removed my hand from his and slammed it flat back on the desk, letting my hands and arms glide forward so that the upper part of my body was occupying the desk. Joji’s fingers worked my clit earning a loud moan from me.

“Joji..” I warned him with my eyes shut tightly as I focused on how sensual he was making me feel.

Alternatively, he took this as his signal to get rougher and faster, which is exactly what he did. I brought my self back up on my hands and Joji began ramming me with his thick cock, turning me into a spastic moaning disaster. My moans became consistent and as did his. Gripping his hands tightly, I came all over him as he continued thrusting distortedly, letting me know he was going to cum, so I turned around and took his length into my mouth once more as I planted my my knees on the floor. Joji’s hands went straight for my hair as I sucked him off, he moaned in a raspy deep tone. Once he came, I swallowed willingly and got up, observing his panting figure as he plopped himself into his swivel chair, tucking his dick away. He was sweaty and so was I. Picking my underwear up with his fingers, he smiled and threw them at me, “You gonna go back to editing?” I asked with my eyebrow raised as I began putting my underwear on.

“I’m not done with you yet…that was round one, I’m taking a small break. So there’s no use in putting those back on.” he laughed referring to my lace underwear as they were hooked with my fingertips.

I slid them down and went to sit on his lap, “Let’s move this somewhere more comfortable.” he winked at me.

Distracting him was my best idea yet, and even Joji agreed.

A Bathhouse in Hyrule

“Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one’s bath like a lump of sugar.”

- Pablo Picasso

Notwithstanding the somewhat facetious quote above, bathing has always proved a persistent and critical element of health in many of the world’s longest-standing civilizations, evidenced by bathhouses from the Japanese onsen to the Roman thermae. Bathing is the servant of Cleanliness, and has always taken various cultural forms, adopting different rituals and serving different functions. Bathing can be done out of necessity - the simple need to become clean, so as to be free from dirt, dust, and disease - but it can also take on a sacred aspect, often serving in purification rituals and ablutions in many religions, from Islam to Shinto. In the Hyrule of Twilight Princess, there is also evidence of an ancient bathhouse, though whether it was created for respite and pleasure or for ceremony and spirituality is as yet undetermined.

Behind an unassuming rock facade on a path leading to Zora’s Domain from North Hyrule Field is a small series of chambers hollowed into a cave. It consists of five small rooms - three main chambers, an antechamber, and a far room - arranged on a single axis. The rooms, when divided horizontally from the very center, are laid-out symmetrically, with the three baths in the three central chambers. And these are not truly separate chambers, as the walls which divide them do not actually make contact with the cave above, creating open, individual spaces under one large ceiling.

Much of the cave has been left in a natural state, and a constructed shell has been built within its space. Low, flat walls with protruding arches, lintels, and pillars extend to all five rooms, separating the baths from the stark cave walls, giving it a distinctly man-made environment under an organic roof. Rough masonry of oddly-fitted stones creates the corner piers and parts of the wall, while other areas are covered by a carved arabesque or screen. Other pieces of stonework are decorated with an opus reticulatum theme of green and pink tiles, which give off the distinct feel of a bathhouse; they seem an incredibly modern element when compared to rather traditional design of this building. The screens, done in a diamond-and cross pattern, often carry the crest of the Royal Family as seen at Snowpeak, and many of the alcoves (designated by the gentle arches above them) are hung with a tapestry bearing the royal symbol of Hyrule: the Wingcrest. Weapons are hung upon the walls, much the same as at Snowpeak, creating a clear cultural connection between the two far-flung structures.

With its clear connections to both lowland Hylian architecture and to the mansion at Snowpeak, this bathhouse might seem rather straightforward. But, then one notices the gates which separate each room from the others. They are Zoran gates, of the same design as those found within the Lakebed Temple, with their curvilinear forging, aquatic themes, and nautical coloration. At first, this may seem puzzling, but, in reality, it makes perfect sense. Twilight Princess, as has been noted several times, displays an incredible depth of cosmopolitanism and trade relations; because of the location of this bathhouse in Lanayru Province, given its proximity both to Hyrule Castle and to Zora’s Domain, and given the close relations between the royal families of Hyrule and the Zora, that the Zora should have had a hand in the construction of this water-dependent building is completely logical. The Zora, with their river, give the land its life and nourishment, and they likely created the water-channeling devices which made this bathhouse function. Architecturally, their legacy is bound up in this space alongside Hylian tradition, which gives us a magnificent look at cultural dispersion and connections within Hyrule - and in a place that was likely meant only as a simple puzzle.

I suppose the remaining question is: what happened to this place? It is readily apparent that these baths have seen no visitors for many years, as the entrance was closed off with a massive boulder. And, any cursory inspection of the interior must take note of the old frost and ice upon the walls. The baths themselves have frozen solid, creating mirrored pools of an unknown depth. There are many spots for torches upon the walls, and we can easily imagine steaming baths, the warm vapors rising overhead and filling the cave ceiling, slowly dripping back down to the floor in an endless cycle. The freeze could have been a side-effect of the icing-over of Zora’s Domain, or it could have happened after the cave was sealed - the fires slowly dying and giving way to the creeping ice. We could speculate for hours about the nature and history of this bathhouse, which would likely come to naught, or we could simply enjoy it for what it is: a symbol of relaxation, purity, and cultural synthesis.


These caves contain the longest subterranean river known in the world, the Rubicon (not to be confused with the Rubicon in Italy). The caves opened in 1912 and were originally equipped with torches. 8,000 years ago Paleolithic hunters sheltered themselves in the caves; much later the same area was used as a wine shelter. More recently the caves were used as a shelter during World War II.


In which Klaus is besotted with the new girl and Caroline wants to know how the hell she ended up in Viking times.

Okay, so this is my obligatory time travel drabble and I don’t really think there’s anything special to say about this one that would constitute an author’s note, but it’s definitely one of the fluffier things I’ve written, and kind of short too (at least, for me). Be warned, there is smut here and some Viking-esque misogyny as well but not so much, but if any of this offends you, I suggest you scroll past. Oh, and by the way, my Viking name for Mystic Falls was a result of searching through Old Norse dictionaries for the translation of ‘Mystic Falls’; from what I could tell, they didn’t have a word for ‘mystic’, so I just went with ‘mysterious’ as a close synonym. One last note, when I say ‘Klaus’, I’m mostly referring to our friendly neighbourhood Original Hybrid, and when I say ‘Niklaus’, I’m mostly referring to human Klaus. In circumstances where this is not true, it should be obvious which Klaus I’m referring to. Hopefully.

When Caroline’s eyes finally fluttered open, she almost wished that she was still knocked out, considering the anvil that was currently being dropped on her skull, again and again and again. A hand (female, by the feel of it) spanned her forehead and brushed her hair back against whatever her head was lying on. It was the touch that prompted her to pluck up the courage, push past the splitting headache and open her eyes. Only to scramble upwards and hurtle backwards.

“Hell.” She breathed, because Esther Mikaelson (dead Esther Mikaelson) was leaning over her.

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I can’t believe I actually wrote this. WC: 1414

They said he was crazy. They said he’d never find him, that he was just some myth. That his sightings were just the result of some people taking one too many drugs.

But he knows he’s real, and he is going to be the one to find him.

He’s never gonna give up, not until he finds him.

Not until he finds Mothman.

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The world’s largest man-made ice cave is now open in Iceland where tourists can travel over 2,500 feet into the heart of one of the world’s largest glaciers, Langjökull  in the midwest highlands of Iceland.


(mostly about the first zone, and some early things you see once you get the explore the whole world) (spoilers, probably, read it only if you have completed at least the first zone (part 1) AND you fixed your tablet (part 2))

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“I don’t have much to offer but some words and a warm place to stay the night. Such a strange place to end up so close to Easter, usually a time people go to spend with their families and loved ones.There must be a reason that you’ve come this far, is something bothering you? I am here to listen. Your voice is worth hearing, speak your mind.”    

<< The Bisharp stands in the cave opening, watching to see what your next action will be. Something about their words seems very sincere.>>

   <<What will you do?>>

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In the Cave

so after much badgering from @ashethehedgehog, i’ve been bullied into writing out the beginning of 3 gods au. that being said, it’s JUST the beginning that’ll be in fic form, bc pffft, the whole thing is way too long. each lifetime might as well be a full-length novel and man, thesis is kicking my ass as it is. but um, hey, enjoy.

warnings: mentioned major character death, a little non-consensual touching (yami being an incredibly huge creep)

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anonymous asked:

It's completely understandable why Katara held such a big grudge against Zuko longer than every1 else. They connected when they were in the cave they both opened up, she thought they built a bond, notice how she looks at him as she leaves & then he just goes & stabs her in the back, she was hurt, if a guy does the same to you after you've come close you don't just forgive him so easily just b/c your friends do, he hurt you differently you felt that pain not your friends what Katara did is fine.

I almost didn’t wanna answer this because the tone implies an anti just trying to start drama…. but I have a few things that support my opinion so I guess….

To start, let me just reiterate what I said during my debate with @peacockarehot [and y’all, the two of us have differing opinions but we respect each other, so if I hear from him/her that hate or drama is being started, I’ll come for your blood]

The others all faced turmoil and pain at Zuko’s hands, yet they’d forgiven him and moved on. He didn’t understand why Katara continued to hold a grudge.

1) Sokka: He’s spent two seasons running from Zuko, trying to keep his sister safe, and Aang on the right path. He’s forced to leave behind his home, the only stability he’s ever known. On multiple occasions, he finds himself involved in fights he’d rather not be a part of. He’s often called to separate from his father because of Zuko and the Fire Nation’s continued antics to capture Aang. Sokka is the one who proposes the toast above.  

2) Suki: She barely interacted the Zuko, except for one episode in Season 1, when he slammed her into a pillar and burned down her village. She is toasting to him and his heroic efforts above.

3) Aang: Like Sokka, he’s spent two entire seasons on the run from Zuko. He was never safe. Zuko’s people destroyed his culture, his people. Zuko personally threatened and attacked him. Zuko joined his sister in Ba Sing Se, resulting in Aang’s near death and the fall of the Earth Kingdom’s stronghold. He is also toasting to Zuko.

4) Toph: She joins the group a little later. She doesn’t know much about Zuko except that he’s an angry jerk, but she gets to meet his sister quite a bit. That’s a good enough reason to hate him. Plus, Zuko burns her feet! She still forgives him and befriends him.

The issue with Katara’s hatred is that she’s blaming Zuko for everything the Fire Nation has ever done to her. 

Yes, Zuko chased her and her group all over the world. Yes, Zuko scared her. Yes, Zuko threatened her. Yes, Zuko betrayed her. However, Zuko did not kill her mother… in fact, he probably didn’t even know she blamed him for her mother’s death until this scene: 

Zuko: This isn’t fair! Everyone else seems to trust me now! What is it with you?
Katara: [Turns around; furiously.] Oh, everyone trusts you now! I was the first person to trust you! [Places her left hand on her heart.] Remember, back in Ba Sing Se. [Points to the ocean.] And you turned around and betrayed me, betrayed all of us!
Zuko: [Closes eyes in resentment.] What can I do to make it up to you?
Katara: [Cuts to shot of her and Zuko standing on the cliff as she approaches him while snapping at him angrily.] You really want to know? Hmm, maybe you could reconquer Ba Sing Se in the name of the Earth King. [Cuts to side-view of her and Zuko.] Or, I know! You could bring my mother back!

She’s no longer holding a grudge because of his own wrongdoings, which would be understandable, she’s resenting him for everything the Fire Nation has done. It’s even expressed in Ba Sing Se, when she whirls on him and says that he has no idea what the Fire Nation has done to her personally, and that his face is the face of the enemy.

That’s a large part of what the Southern Raiders focuses on: Who is Katara angry at? Is it Zuko? Is it herself? Is the Fire Nation? She goes on this journey and learns the Zuko isn’t the face of the enemy. She learns she’s been holding him responsible for things he had no control over and she’s resenting him simply because he’d been proving her hatred wrong. 

Furthermore, to say she’s justified in her hatred because she talked to him for five minutes is ridiculous. A peaceful conversation does equate trust, nor change. 

What did Katara know of Zuko at that point in the story?

Well, he’s a firebender. He stops at nothing. He’s relentless. He’s the Crown Prince. He’s chasing his honor, no matter the cost to others. She said it herself, 

“You’re the Fire Lord’s son, spreading war and violence and hatred is in your blood.” 

Why on earth did Katara think he’d change after one conversation with him? 

And in all honesty, that reminds me of a scene from Imprisoned. Katara attempts to rouse the earthbenders with a speech— people who had been beaten and abused, people who had been kept from their element for years, people who were all but dead to the Fire Nation. She tried to rouse them with a speech and the warden says: 

“Foolish girl. You thought a few inspirational words and some coal would change these people? Look at these blank, hopeless faces. Their spirits were broken a long time ago. [Katara’s expression dims as she does as instructed, staring at the forlorn prisoners.] Oh, but you still believe in them. How sweet. They’re a waste of your energy little girl. You failed.”

Now, the earthbenders did come back and defeat the Warden, thanks to her help, but that’s because hope and determination are in their nature. Katara wasn’t entirely foolish in that prospect. 

However, she was foolish in thinking Zuko had changed simply because they spoke civilly and shared some things. 

What was Zuko’s nature?

He was still the Prince. He was still hoping for home. He was still searching for his destiny. He just thought he’d been beat. Did Katara really think that her kind tone would beat out sixteen years of Fire Nation teachings? Did she really think she could overpower what Ozai had figuratively and literally burned nto him? Did she really think her offer of a different life would entice him more than Azula’s offer to return home, after three years of fighting for just that? If she did, she was foolish. 

Katara hoped he’d changed. She hoped the civility between them and common thread of their mothers meant he was on her side. Her face says that when she walks away. She’d pleading with him in that look, begging him to fight the temptation and join her side. And because hope is so ingrained in her own nature, Katara hates him for dashing it, to the point that she blames for the actions of a nation, a nation he’d turned his back on and spent weeks, maybe even months, proving he no longer served. 

So, in my opinion, Katara’s hope that he changed was foolish, and by the time Southern Raiders happened, her hatred was unfounded. By the time Southern Raiders happened, Katara was the one who needed to change. 

But again, that’s just my opinion. To each his own. ✌🏼

Robin’s Nest: Part 11

Prompt: Where the robin’s were Bruce’s and Batmom’s biological kids

Words: 1334

AN: This was edited by my wonderful team of beta’s who continue to plow through my stories.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

The question comes out of nowhere, but you’re not really surprised. You expected it to come eventually. “How did you meet Dad?”

          Your eyes meet Tim’s, before they slide to Bruce. He’s still pretending to read the paper, but you can see the smirk from where you’re sitting.

          Then, almost as if by magic, your other kids appear. You smile as they all plop down around you and Bruce and just stare. You’ve never told them this story. It had just never been the right time.

          “Ask your father.”

          Mouths drop open and Jason says, “You’re finally going to tell us?”

          You just smile and say, “It’s up to your dad.”

          Bruce lowers his paper as Damian snuggles into one of your sides, and Tim takes the other. Jason plops down on one side of your legs, while Dick takes the other.  Helena and Cass immediately snuggle up next to Bruce, Daddy’s girls to the core the both of them. Your husband just smiles, “Well, since the entire family is all here …”  

          “Not quite.” You say as Alfred comes into the room, Terry in his arms. He passes the baby to you as Dick and Jason go to sit next to the old butler. Bruce looks a bit surprised, but Alfred just smiles and says, “This is perhaps my favorite story of all time. I’m certainly not going to miss it.”

          Bruce simply sets his paper to the side and starts in on the story. “We were ten, and we went to school together. Your mother was a scholarship student; she was living with her grandmother. Alfred had forced me back to school after two years of homeschooling. He was worried about my socialization skills.”

          Jason scoffs, “I can’t imagine why.”

          Bruce ignores him and continues, “At that point the importance of contacts had been fully stressed to our peers.”

          You smile, “They were trying to get in good with the Wayne heir.”

          Bruce nods, “Everyone but your mother. Her nose was always in a book. It was always a new book too. And she usually had several more in her bag. But I noticed her because she never once approached me. Despite being in a position where contacts would come in handy. She just kept to herself.”

          “Scholarship students weren’t exactly welcomed.”

          Bruce nods, “We got paired for a project one day, and instead of doing it here, she insisted we do it at her apartment. This was strange as well, because everyone wanted to come to the manor. It gave their parents a chance to pick them up, and try and put their faces in my mind. Your grandmother, however, invited me to this tiny little apartment. It was decorated with bright colors, and the smell of baked goods was always in the air. I smiled there, and that was the amazing thing. I smiled freely, I hadn’t done that since my parents died.

          “I found out that we had a lot in common, and I was sad when the project was over. I was immediately absorbed by my peers again. Your mother went back to reading.”

          You shrug, “I liked my books, and I didn’t exactly fit in with his crowd.”

          Bruce just scoffs, “They weren’t my crowd.”

          “They certainly thought they were,” you tease. The boys are laughing by this point. Bruce had never been one for socialization, especially now that he had a family. As far he was concerned, you guys were all he needed.

          “All right, on with the story.” Tim says with a smile as the laughter dies down.

          Bruce clears his throat, “About two weeks after the project ended I stumbled across some kids talking about my parents… and me. Not nice things either. I knew that most of it had been fake, I’d figured that out when my parents were still alive. But it still hurt. Anyways, one of them said something about your mother. They called her a love sick puppy before they started talking about how she wasn’t worthy, and something in me snapped. I couldn’t protect my parents, but I could protect her.”

          You smile at that before saying: “Of course, he was a scrawny, outnumbered ten-year-old boy at the time, without any skills for fighting.”

          Bruce just smiles, “You mother saved my butt. She threw some rocks, and nailed the boys, she hit another one with a book, the Odyssey I believe.”

          The boys all turn to look at you, and you just smile and say, “The pen is mightier than the sword.”

          “So I’m covered in bruises, and we still have three periods left, and your mother decides to drag me home instead of to the nurse’s office. We took the bus all the way across town. My clothes were torn, I had a black eye, and split lip. We get to her apartment, her grandmother takes one look at me and breaks open the first aid kit. She never asked what happened, and she didn’t send us back to school.”

          You smile at the memory. “My grandmother was unusually perceptive. She had been a nurse during World War Two. She always knew what a person was about to do before they did it.”

          “She was the first one to teach me how to observe. To notice the little details a lot of people let slip by.”

          A moment of silence passes while you and Bruce get lost in the memory of the woman. Damian shifting brings you back and you clear your throat before looking at Bruce, “She always said you would do great things. Said you’d be the one to save Gotham.”

          Bruce just smiles, “Strange, she said you’d be the one to save me. She said you’d keep me from getting lost. She said that you’d save me. I miss her, wish she could have seen all of you.”

          You laugh, “She never would have believed it, and she would have killed the both of us for graduating early and going off to travel the world.”

          Bruce nods, “That woman scared the dickens out me at times.”

          Alfred just laughs, “The two of you were mischief makers. Thick as thieves from that moment on. They had every class together, and were constantly competing for the top spot!”

          “So you left after Gran died?” Helena asks.

          Bruce gives her a one armed hug, “Almost immediately after it happened. Your mother got herself emancipated, and then we left. We both needed a change. It was while we were gone that the idea of Batman was born.”

          “You got married overseas? Right?” Dick asks

          You nod, “In Tibet. I wore a pair of three-year-old jeans, that were falling apart, and this blue shirt. It was right after your father had finished his major training. We were nineteen. We came home after that. Alfred thought we were crazy.”

          Alfred just scoffs, “I still think you’re crazy.”

          You smirk, “You got your grandkids, be happy.”

          Alfred smiles, “You, Mrs. Wayne, made an honest man out of my boy. You helped him overcome. You gave him a wonderful set of children. I honestly believe you made all the difference.”

          Bruce smiles before leaning over and grabbing your hand, “I do too.”

          You can feel yourself on the verge of tears, when you sniff them back and turn to the girls, “I still have that shirt if either one of you would like to wear it on your wedding day.”

          There’s a round of laughter, before you hear the entrance to the cave open. Bruce, Dick, and Jason are on their feet in a matter of seconds before Clark appears. The look on his face tells you that something has happened. “Bruce, we have a problem.”

          Bruce raises an eyebrow and asks, “What sort of problem?”

          Then a voice that you’d know anywhere say, “Us.” And several different versions of your husband and children step into the light. From the corner of your eye you watch as Cass signs, “This is not good.”

Two months has passed since the upload of the last video of Nom Nom. Since then, noone knew about the koala; his mansion remained closed and noone saw his limousine in the city. Basically, he had dissapeared. Where has he gone?

Even when he tried to keep his usual happiness, in his deep Grizz was really sad for Nom Nom’s dissapearing. And worried. Really worried. In the loneliness of his room, he spent hours hugging his pillow and asking himself if someday he’d see again Nom Nom’s cute face.

Until a day, when someone knocked the door of the bears’ cave.

Ice Bear opened the door, and there he was: in front of him, there was Nom Nom. He looked dirty and full of scratches and wounds. And was holding a box, full of holes, on his arms.

Ice Bear looked at him with distrust. He never liked that mean koala, and he wasn’t dispossed to see him hurting his brothers again.

“Who is at the door, bro?” Grizzly asked before to see Nom Nom. Grizzly felt a suddenly mix of surprise, happiness, and even he wanted to cry.

“Hi Grizz” Nom Nom said. “I wanted to fix some mistakes; this is for you and your brothers”

So, question for my watchers… what is in that box?

Angst MM

“No… No…Nooooo! Don’t reset!” I bolted up in my bed. My clothes stuck to my skin from all the sweat. Frantically I looked to my side.

On the other pillow laid my phone.

“No,” I pressed my palms to my eyes,“ I can’t take this anymore.”

‘At first, it was supposed to be fun. Getting to meet her and talking to her; I didn’t mean to fall in love with her.’

Every time she completed a route, she would reset. Every time, she picked someone else and showed a different side to her. She won them over like the angel she was and every time, it broke my heart a little bit more.

First, with Yoosung, she helped him move on from Rika. Next, it was Zen and the scandal. Then Jaehee, who she helped go after her dreams. Then Jumin, who she completely accepted with all his yandere demands. But never me. She never picked me. She never ignored me but she never gave me much attention in the chat.

I waited patiently, hoping every time she would pick me but she never did. While she and everyone else forgot when she reset, I was stuck remembering. I didn’t know why I was the only one. Was this my punishment from God for abandoning him back then?

“Seven? Oops. Saeyoung?”

I snapped my head towards the door and there she stood.

“You’re here,” I spoke in disbelief. How was she here? Why? When?

She rushed over to me and hugged me.

“What’s wrong? I heard you screaming reset.”

Her warmth enveloped me and I felt the cold and loneliness slip away.

“I dreamed you reset and left me,” I clung to her tightly. If I didn’t hold her to confirm she was here, she would disappear. Maybe this was a dream too. If so, I wished to never wake up.

“Reset? What are you talking about?”

I pulled away slightly and looked up at her. Her face expressed her worry and confusion, but mostly love. She was waiting patiently for me to explain even if she didn’t understand.

“I dreamed you got abducted by aliens during our space wedding and they were making you reset to the first day when you joined RFA,” I smiled.

I couldn’t tell her. Telling her would only make it more real. I didn’t want her to even think about resetting.

It was selfish but I wouldn’t, no, couldn’t let her go. It would kill me now that I finally had her.

She giggled, “I’m sure the defender of justice 707 would come and rescue me.”

“Of course!” I grinned.

“Now go to sleep,” She kissed my cheek, “I won’t reset, Saeyoung. You’re the last.”

“What was that?” I asked. I didn’t catch the last thing she said as I slowly felt exhaustion take over.

“I love you Saeyoung. I won’t reset,” she smiled kindly as she walked out the door.

I smiled and closed my eyes. She had already completed the other routes. I was her last and with that I didn’t have to worry about her resetting.

I peaked into Seven’s room. He had fallen back asleep. The slow rising and falling of his chest proved that.

I looked down at my phone. I didn’t really understand but I knew. Every time I reset, I lost all my memories.

But this time, I was done. By subconscious choice or maybe, I had those memories repressed somewhere and saved Seven for last.

Now that it was finished, I could stay with him forever-

My phone buzzed and I looked at the screen.

“Mystic Messenger updated. New characters added.”

I felt tears blur my vision.

“I’m sorry Seven… I didn’t-”

“You’re going to reset.”

I looked to see Saeran looking at me.

“You know-”

“Don’t make me go through it again. I’m finally with Saeyoung. Don’t take me away from him,” he looked frantic and grabbed my arms.

“Saeran,” I looked at him shocked.

“I can’t remember but I feel it! I feel his pain! Don’t separate us!” He shouted.


I looked at Seven’s door and it was opened and Seven looking angrily at his brother.

I was shocked at the sight in front of me. Saeran was clinging onto her and there was desperation in his eyes. Once she looked at me and our eyes locked she looked away guiltily.

“You’re going to reset,” I felt my heart shattering once again.

“I’m sorry,” she looked sad.

It hurt. It hurt when she reset but it hurt more to see my angel in so much pain, and to know that I was the cause of that pain? That was even worse.

“It’s okay,” I forced a smile.

“Saeyoung! What are you saying?! I rather let her die than have her reset!” Saeran looked at me desperately.

“Saeran! It’s her choice!” I shouted.

He flinched and let go of her.

“Are you okay?” I reached out my hand towards her.

“I’m fine…”

“It’s okay.”

She looked at me shocked.

“Don’t feel bad about it. It’s something you have to do right?” I smiled.

Everything in me was screaming at her not to.

“Yeah,” she spoke quietly.

I tilted her chin up.

“Hey, why are you so sad? It’s not like anyone is dying,” I grinned.

I had to send her off with a smile. I didn’t want our last memory together would be her being so tormented and sad. I wanted to see her smile at me while still loving me.


“I love you,” I smiled. I felt tears in my eyes but I hoped she didn’t notice.

Tears were streaming down her face, “Saeyoung-”

“I’ll be waiting, okay?” I grinned.

She probably figured out what I was doing because she always had the uncanny ability to do so and it showed since she wiped her tears away and smiled.

“I’ll be back,” she smiled.

As she began fading, I lost my smile. I knew she wouldn’t be back. After all, she was going to forget everything. She never went back to the others once she completed them so what made me so different?

“Saeyoung….” My brother looked at me worriedly.

“Dammit!” I shouted and slammed my fist on the ground, “Why can’t I forget? Why am I the only one who remembers?! It’s not fair! Why are you punishing me God?!”

“Saeyoung, don’t think like that! I forgive-” I never heard what my brother was going to say as the world around me faded.

Once my vision was restored, I tried not to look at my phone as it began buzzing. I loved her and I lost her. She wasn’t coming back. I closed my eyes and tried to void my emotions like Jumin suggested.

It didn’t work. Memories of her flashed through my mind.

“Dammit all,” I laughed,“I should have pushed her away when she was on my route. Why did I cave?”

I opened a bag of honey Buddha chips then looked at my phone. I shouldn’t keep her waiting.

“Did someone download the app twice?”