The Few Very Rare Times Micheal’s Gone To School Without A Mask, How’s Laurie Feel?

They set my world on fire

Bruce had spent years abroad, stuffing lifetimes of experience and training and knowledge into a fraction of time. There is an endless number of memories to dwell on, thousands of people, of smiles, of hands outstretched in welcome and of fingers wrapped around weapons. There is an endless number of memories to dwell on. But often since his robins he thinks of the six months of a Russian winter he spent learning what it meant to be cold, learning what it meant to survive alone.

Four months training, one month tracking caribou across the northern mountains with his trainer, and then a month to get back on his own. 

It might have gone well if not for the wolf that dogged their steps. His trainer had beaten him bloody and taken his jacket when he’d found Bruce leaving scraps in the snow for it. 

“You do not have enough to be giving what you have to a dog,” the man had spat. “If you want to throw your life away I will end you now and save myself a month of carrying you.”

Bruce had argued back, they could pull down another caribou, the meat would keep in the cold and he could carry it with him until they reached somewhere the wolf could find a pack of it’s own. His trainer had only looked at him in pity.

“I knew you had too much heart when I took you on, I do not enjoy training boys who will only go on to die, sobachka. You as you are now can only carry enough vital resources for yourself, any more and you will collapse before you reach safety, or you will give up too much food and find yourself starving and you will be it’s next meal” 

That night on watch the wolf had slunk up to his side, eyes gleaming like stars in the firelight and ribs showing clean through it’s fur. It had taken the last of his beef jerky gingerly right from his hands. He knew the wolf would continue to follow them, knew his trainer would kill it if he saw it the next day so he had gripped his hunting rifle in his hands and taken aim just to the left of it’s body. As if it knew exactly what the sight of gun meant it shot off, disappearing into the night before he’d gotten the sight up to his face. 

In a way the man had been wrong. Making his way back alone Bruce had made a fatal mistake, falling through a crevice in the ice and into water just above freezing he’d passed out moments after dragging himself out. He would have, should have, died. But the wolf had found him, had dug a den out of the snow and dragged him in out of the wind, curled up around him until Bruce could feel his fingers again and get out of his wet clothes.

In a way the man had been right. Bruce didn’t have enough for the two of them, hunting was hard and it wasn’t made much better with his companion. By the time they’d made it back to his trainers hut both of them were more bone than skin but Bruce had been so proud. He should have known, by the look on his trainers face, should have been better, faster, thought smarter. But he hadn’t, wasn’t, and the man had shot the wolf before Bruce could throw himself in front of the bullet.

Sometimes, on the worst of night in Gotham, he wonders, between him and Robin, who is the wolf, and who is the boy.

wagon wheels and dirt roads - exploration on the worst of the training instilled in Bruce and how he tries not to pass it on to his robins

You know what I like?

The Ghoul talking about honest exchanges and in the flashbacks all we see is Cooper having dishonest exchanges. Be it with his wife, lying to his daughter about someone’s comments regarding alimony.

Not only is she a reflection of him when he was good and kind, she is morally strong enough to question the status quo as he was back then.

I think he’ll fall for Lucy because she is nothing but unfailingly honest and up front. She is his honest exchange.

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The Dress

you! the person reading this! please tell me one good thing that happened to you today

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Ok but The Bride Of The Frontman would make such a good dark romance. I imagine the marriage being forced on Gi-hun’s part (probably a “marry me and I’ll spare your teammates” situation)

He has Gi-hun wear a white Frontman uniform identical to his own, except instead of a hood, his hair is covered with a veil.

Most of the staff have no idea who this man in white is. Especially since he doesn’t do much besides follow their boss around and get his ass grabbed.

yes like a gothic horror romance type!!! 💖

gihun in a veil yes!! and omg yes that premise 🙏 gihun sacrificing himself in order to save his friends, marrying a man he hates so they will be set free

the workers all referring to him as the bride bc they've never seen his face, since the mask is always obscuring it. they know he's a man, that's semi obvious from his build (and bc the front man uses male pronouns).... and he walks around like a ghost, haunting the island and the games, never talking but always watching, so the workers get lowkey freaked out when they see him at the front man's left side.

also, omg i need to know if someone sees the vision... this but in white, the belt as well and it isn't a full dress to the bottom, the skirts part at the middle and he is wearing white pants underneath....

and then @unintelligiblezombienoises's fantastic outfit here is for when they are getting nasty in the bedroom and no one else can see gihun like that bc inho is possessive 😌

In honor of the clickbait scarf scene and artist! Zuko, WE'RE BACK, BABYYY 😎

I'm a little rusty but yey! An art!