d nicks

I wonder what nick did when the ghouls were kicked out of diamond city.
This happened after he lived there, and I doubt he did nothing because he hates injustice and I don’t see him standing for it, but he never mentions it.
Did Bethesda just forget that it happened when writing Nick? Maybe it was an afterthought, since Hancock was not originally going to be a companion, and they changed that late in game.
Still, it’d be nice for Nick and Piper to have some say about it - especially piper being a journalist and all.
Maybe nick was missing on a case again while this was going on? He mentions losing a lot of secretaries because he’s prone to just disappearing.

Nightingale (Part 4) [Slade’s Daughter!Reader x Damian Wayne]

(Y/P/S)- Your pet’s species

(Y/P/N)- Your pet’s name

(Y/F/N)- Your first name

(Y/E/C)- Your eye color

(Y/F/C)- Your favorite color

(Y/F/I)- Your favorite instrument

(N/N/Y/D)- Nick name you dislike

(F/Y/H)- Female you hate 

(F/M/A)- Favorite music artist/ artists 

(F/W/A)- Favorite wild animal

The black sedan drove down the bumpy road; Alfred driving carefully to avoid potholes left and right as you and Damian sat in the back seat. Dick was in the passenger’s seat having small talk with you from time to time during the drive, Damian questionably silent as he often stole glances at you beside him. Besides his often glances at you; a majority of the ride was spent watching the downtrodden moving scenery outside the car window.

So this is where she’s from… The deplorable East end of Gotham, Damian thought to himself.

You were going to pick up your (Y/P/S) and belongings from your group home today, and officially move into the Wayne Manor. It’s only been three days since you and Damian had your fallout, and surprisingly, Damian slightly changed towards you after that night. His insults towards you were less often than before, he began calling you by your last name, and even more surprisingly –he apologized to you out of his own free will. The rest of his family was shocked with the odd change in his behavior; Bruce choking on his pancakes earlier today when Damian had asked to help you pick up your belongings, Dick suspecting his intention was sinister and even deciding to tag along to find out for himself.

“This is the place, Alfred. The brick building coming up on the right.” You said pointing out the window as Alfred pulled up to the curb, Dick and Damian looking at the run down two story building before exiting the car along with you.

“Thank you Alfred, we should be done in an hour” You said as Damian and Dick grabbed the two empty boxes from the trunk.

“My pleasure Miss (Y/F/N), I’ll be back then.” Alfred responded before driving away; Dick turning around to take another look at your group home’s run down exterior as Damian took another long glance at you.

Damian couldn’t help but stare as a bright smile lit up your face, his eyes locking on your rosy cheeks and slowly lowering to your neck, even lover to glance at your chest, lower, your waist, down your hips and-

“Are you okay Damian? You are red and shivering –You must be cold! Here, take this” You said as you removed the (Y/F/C) wool scarf from your neck, Damian not even realizing he was shivering until you pointed it out; folding his arms pretending not to be freezing cold in his thin sweatshirt.

"Wilson! what do you think you’re doing?” Damian spat out as you stepped closer to him; standing on your tip toes and wrapping the scarf around his bare neck.

“You are cold, you look like you need it more than I did” You said shrugging as Damian stood frozen in front of you; a brighter blush flushing his face as he quickly looked away.

“Do not be shy! Come inside!”

Damian’s face continued to burn red as you grabbed his hand and pulled him up the short parking lot and to your group home; dragging him up the cement steps leading to the front door as Dick watched you two in amusement.

“Release my hand, insufferable child!” Damian spat red faced before making it to the metal front door, his face burning even brighter once realizing he was still holding your hand before pulling it away placing both hands on the box he carried.

Meanwhile, Dick was enjoying every moment of this, watching his younger brother bond with another human being that wasn’t family; finally realizing a budding friendship or possibly more was unfolding between you and Damian. Dick was low key excited, after years of doubting it was even possible for Damian to show kindness let alone feelings for anyone; the sight of Damian and you like this made his heart melt as he ran up the steps and joined you two.

You placed the key in its lock, opening the metal door to reveal the extremely run down hallways you’d called home for so long; Dick and Damian’s eyes focusing on the large holes in the walls before darting to the large rat that ran across the floor.

“Welcome to hell. I am sorry, I know it is not ahh… anything similar to the Wayne Manor…” You said shyly

Dick and Damian both looked at one another before shrugging and following you through the door and down the white halls, the tile floors and lighting reminding them of a hospital more than a home as they passed by numerous young girls that ran and played in the halls. After walking down three hallways and through yet another metal door, they entered what looked to be a small living area containing a ripped up couch against the wall. A cat sat atop the tattered couch above a (Y/P/S) that lay on the cold tile floor; the (Y/P/S) looking up at you and running to you in excitement as the cat stayed resting.

“(Y/P/N)! Who is my cute little (Y/P/S)” You yelled as she began to pet and rub the creature lovingly.

Dick and Damian stood by your side for a moment as they looked on, a soft heartwarming smile on Damian’s face as Dick watched in contentment.

”(Y/N)!“ A nasal feminine voice yelled while stomping down the metal stairs around the corner of the room, You stopped carressing your beloved pet as a red haired middle aged woman in pink sweatpants approached them.

"It is good to see you too, she Devil” You said sarcastically while crossing your arms.

"IT’S DIRECTOR TO YOU! YOU USELESS BRAT I TOLD YOU TO PICK UP YOUR SHIT BY YESTER- oh… um, who did you bring with you?” The woman’s tone changed drastically once seeing the two guests along with you –or perhaps the handsome Dick Grayson beside you.

Damian softly pushed you behind him subliminally; his instincts sharpened and ready for a showdown if the woman went after you. You, however seemed to handle yourself, a low growl escaping the back of your throat while glaring at the woman who continued to stare down an awkward Dick.

“(N/N/Y/D), why don’t you and that boy go get your stuff while I introduce myself to your older friend…” She said purring, Dick’s face blushing brightly as Damian’s face contorted into one of pure disgust.

“No um, that’s err, that’s okay I’ll go with them and hel-

Dick was cut off mid-sentence as the woman placed a hand on his shoulder, her long red nails clutching him as you looked at Damian before dragging him up the stairs.

"I am sorry for leaving Dick with her, but the only way I am going to get my sword back is if she is distracted.” You whispered to Damian once making it up the stairs. Damian nodded in agreement with you before following you down two short hallways and into the last room on the right; you trying to open the door to find it locked.

“I thought this was your room?” Damian asked

“It was my room.” You answered with clenched fists and teeth as anger boiled within you

“Damn Bitch” You muttered under your breath before banging on the door, a blonde girl about your age opening the door slightly to glimpse at whoever was outside.

"Oh, you’re still alive? Shame…” she said smirking deviously at you as she continued to hold the door slightly open. You grabbed the door handle trying to keep your composure, Damian scowling at the girl turning to you.

“Well don’t be scared to come in (N/N/Y/D), this was your room after all” The girl snickered as your eyes narrowed, the growl in your throat coming back as your grip on the doorknob tightened as you felt yourself heat up, Damian looking back at you knowing if you were pissed off any further he’d need a fire extinguisher.

“(F/Y/H)… open the door so I can get my things.” You said trying to keep your cool as the blonde rolled her eyes and let the door swing open, you and Damian walking in and setting your boxes down on the twin bed to the right side of the room. Damian gave the room a good glance around as you took down your posters and packed them into your box; the most memorable of them being a poster with the Wonder Woman symbol on it next to a black and white (F/M/A) poster. ‘So she’s a Wonder Woman fan, perhaps Batman can introduce them one day’ Damian thought to himself. Once packing your posters, (F/W/A) themed calendar, and the colorful votive candles atop your nightstand along with a few Polaroid photos of a woman Damian suspected was your mother, you grabbed your bed sheets and stuffed them in the box as well, your blonde roommate pacing in annoyance as you and Damian then packed the little clothes you had into his box.

“I wouldn’t pack much, we all know you’ll be dumped back when they realize you’re a freak” (F/Y/H) said as you clutched your packed box breathing deeply, Damian turning around about to yell at the girl before you grabbed his hand.

Your eyes met for a moment, Damian seeing a deep despair in your heated (Y/E/C) eyes for the first time as he held your hand tight.

“Funny, he’s holding your hand now; let’s see how long it will take for him to realize what he’s really holding and run in disgust –the same way your parents did.” (F/Y/H) said wickedly before smirking, you heating up as you pulled your hand from Damian and ignited your fists; fury boiling from you as you seethed rage. You quickly grabbed the girl by her collar and raised an ignited fist, the girl panicking as Damian gazed at your wrath.

Give me the key! Now!” You growled at her.

"Here, fine, take it” she stuttered out as she reached in her pocket and pulled out the key, you grabbing the key from her angrily before letting her go.

“Damian, stay with her while I get my sword.” You ordered causing him to nod before you walked out the door. After two minutes of Damian Glaring at the blonde sitting in front of him you came back sheathed sword in hand as you tossed both the house and room keys at the girl.

“Keep the (Y/F/I); you need a hobby.” You said to the girl before picking up your filled box in your empty hand, Damian picked up his full box as well; exiting the room together and making your way downstairs.

Once seeing you and Damian walk downstairs into the living area, Dick hurriedly pushed the red haired woman off of him in relief that you two were finished packing.

“Take your stupid rat (Y/P/S) too!” The woman spat at you in envy; still taking Dick’s rejection rather poorly.

“Believe me Constance, I have dreamed of this day for years. Farewell for good.” You said before handing Dick your packed box and sword, picking up your pet and holding them close as you walked out the metal door and into the white hallways; Dick and Damian following you out of the building to meet Alfred parked out front.

“All set Miss (Y/F/N)?” Alfred asked as you opened the door and sat in the backseat as your pet curled up on your lap, Dick and Damian placing the boxes and your sword in the trunk before entering the car as well.

“Yes Alfred, thank you for the ride. I hope we did not take too long, Dick got caught in a cougar’s den… Alfred looked back at her through his rear view mirror with a raised brow as Dick turned around in his seat to face you and Damian; you two teens bursting out in laughter as Dick grew red yelling at you guys in defense.

"It doesn’t surprise me Master Richard.” Alfred said before driving away as Dick looked back at him and continued his defensive rant; Damian’s hand slowly finding its way on top of yours as you continued your hysterical laughter together the entire ride home.

(Two weeks Later)

“Right, Left” “Right, Left”

You repeated the mantra to yourself, the words slipping through your lips as you plowed through simulation dummies left and right. You fought mercilessly with speed and agility; Bruce and his robins watching from behind the glass as you continued your testing.

You’d been living in the Wayne Manor for two weeks now, Bruce was already growing on you after only two weeks of having you at the Manor, and Bruce sure wasn’t the only one either.

"She fights like an assassin.” Damian said with a hint of pride in his voice; his eyes glazing over your movements as a smirk graced his face. Dick looked down at the simulation control panel in front of them before looking up at Bruce; who was curiously staring at his son’s eagerness.

“Guess her assassin roots give bird brat a hard on” Jason muttered a little too loudly before Dick elbowed him in the ribs, Damian turning to his brothers yelling as Dick pressed the blue button on the simulation panel ending the test. The simulation dummies glitch before disappearing; Causing you to look back at the tinted simulation chamber window to see shadow figures fighting behind the glass.

“What is it now?!” You yelled angrily without a response, causing you to storm towards the chamber and slam the door open to step inside. Damian was straddling Jason nearly strangling him as Dick tried to pry Damian off the guy, Tim sat in the simulation chair next to them casually sipping coffee while researching the batcave’s database on his hologram device, and Bruce was standing against the wall behind them all with his hands rubbing his temples as he desperately tried to ignore his sons’ existences.

“ENOUGH!” You yelled causing them to freeze; Bruce looking up at you with a slight smirk on his face.

“DAMIAN, REMOVE YOURSELF FROM YOUR BROTHER NOW OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL DRAG YOU OUT THERE MYSELF AND USE YOU FOR TESTING INSTEAD OF THE SIMULATION!” You barked fiercely with both hands in the air. Immediately Damian stepped off of Jason red faced as he stood up to face you, subliminally wondering why he was obeying your command so easily. At Damian’s ease to follow your command Jason looked at him and snickered, Causing you to turn to him with a merciless glare as your eyes burned black.

AND YOU, I RECOMMEND YOU CEASE INSTIGATING THESE SESSIONS OF ANIMALISTIC BEHAVIOR, JASON; OR I MIGHT HAVE TO DEMONSTRATE HOW IT’S REALLY DONE.” You stated lowly with narrowed blackened eyes as your fists burst to flame.

“Y-Yes ma'am.” Jason quickly stuttered out in obedience as Dick and Tim looked at him and then each other before almost beginning to snicker –You turning your head to only give them a look, instantly setting them straight. Meanwhile Bruce looked at you in awe as if you were god sent; thanking the heavens that since his Robins we’re no longer scared of him, they now had something else to be afraid of.

“Good. The next time I have to stop my test to come in here, I will not hold back like the last three times. So let us keep it this way shall we? Begin.” You ordered before turning around and walking out the simulation chamber. Meanwhile Damian stood frozen; his shoulders hunched over as he sighed out breathlessly. You were growing on him in ways he couldn’t describe; he knew it, his brothers knew it, even his father knew it –the only one who didn’t know was you.

“Yes ma'am" 

@leslie2898 @sunflowerkisses73 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Fox Alignment Chart

Lawful Good: Nick Wilde

Originally posted by disney-yensid

Neutral Good: Mozilla Firefox

Originally posted by thunpratan

Chaotic Good: Disney’s Robin Hood

Originally posted by celebratingmagic

Lawful Neutral: Fox Mulder

Originally posted by alcesangelus


True Neutral: A fox

Originally posted by gifsboom

Chaotic Neutral: Starfox

Originally posted by ghoulsnghosts


Lawful Evil: “What does the fox say" 

Originally posted by laurste


Neutral Evil: Swiper

Originally posted by gingerfish666


Chaotic Evil: Fox News

Originally posted by justalittletumblweed

I fucking hate languages.

The Greeks had this word, right, we have no idea where it came from, it just kinda popped up out of nowhere, and it could mean either apples, cheeks, or boobs. Problem is it looked and sounded *exactly* like another, unrelated word which could mean sheep, goat, or any animal in general really, which must have got confusing if you were a farmer talking about your livestock, but anyway…

Then the Romans, having stolen practically everything else from the Greeks, thought they’d nick this word too, because Latin isn’t confusing enough without throwing in a bunch of loan words. And they adopted it to mean a pumpkin.

Then the English came along and were all like “when in Rome”, and stole it, where it became our word ‘melon’. Which has now come back to mean boobs.

How do you like them apples.

Pittsburgh Penguin Memes
  • Sid is part of most conspiracy theories for example he’s one of the lizard people running the world, he has a spot in the great doomsday bunker, he buried the treasure at oak island ect.
  • Every time someone asks Phil for a favor he’ll say “Well i’m a Stanley Cup Champion soooo…” 
  • Connor Sheary starts every story with “back in my day,”
  • Everyone does impressions of Mike Sullivan with really bad boston accents, it gets stronger every time Sullivan says he doesn’t have an accent.
  • Every time Sid does something good someone says “not like Connor McDavid though…” 
  • Matt Murray is trying to assassinate MAF. For instance if Murray walks up to talk to Flower someone will shout “WATCH OUT, FLOWER BEHIND YOU!” 
  • Everything Sid does is linked back to the number 87 a la conspiracy videos on youtube.
  • “Thunder Bay native Kris Letang!”
  • “Father, Son and Jaromir Jagr”
  • Whenever Phil does something good someone responds with “Amanda would have done it better/faster.” Phil agrees.
  • Saying “BoninoBoninoBoninoBoninoBoninoBoninoBoninoooooo” every time they address him.
  • Sidney Crosby’s dad is actually [insert random goaltender] bonus points if it’s a goaltender younger than him or around his age.
  • Whenever Geno does a really fast zone entry, all the players on the bench say “zoom zoom.” 
  • The penalty box is referred to as Sully’s office
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.