#bird boy can commit crimes

[meenaxskz]

when he gets sick (maknae line)

ot8 reactions-drabbles | bf!skz x reader au genre: crack warnings: language a/n : i'm sorry i didn't mean for it to come so late after the hyung line sniff... but it was hard to come up with different new plots for each members. hopefully it's okay ! hyung line | ✧ maknae line

han

you find him dramatically starfished across the couch like he’s been defeated by a single sneeze. tissues everywhere. hoodie halfway on. hair sticking up like static electricity punched him in the skull. he sees the cough syrup and immediately goes “oh no. not today, satan.” you’re already tired and you haven’t said a word yet. “han jisung. you are sick. take. the. medicine.” “i already took medicine!” “no you didn’t.” “i took homeopathic medicine.” “…you sniffed Vicks and drank orange juice.” “AND I FELT SPIRITUALLY HEALED.” you deadpan. he sniffles. “don’t look at me like that, you judgmental nurse from hell.” you walk over. he backs up into the corner of the couch like you’re holding a weapon. technically you are. grape-flavored and vengeance-infused. “you’re gonna have to sedate me” he whispers. “because I’m not drinking that purple demon piss.” “it’s not even bad...” “then you drink it!!” “I’M NOT THE ONE MAKING DYING GOOSE NOISES IN THEIR SLEEP.” jisung makes a tiny offended gasp, like you just insulted his ancestors “I was wheezing cutely!” “you sounded like a haunted vacuum cleaner.” he slaps a tissue to his chest. “my own lover… turned against me…” you hold up the spoon. he crosses his arms like a gremlin. “no.” you sigh. you text chan. you hold the phone up so jisung can see the message: “if han jisung doesn’t take his meds in 5 minutes, i’m sending you the ‘meow meow sick boy’ compilation i’ve been collecting since 2022.” jisung stares in horror. “you kept archives??” “i am the FBI.” he mutters something about betrayal and capitalism but opens his mouth like a sulky baby bird. you pour the syrup in. he gags like you just poisoned him. “I CAN FEEL MY SOUL DYING” he howls, flailing. “I SEE THE LIGHT.” “that’s the kitchen light, dumbass.” you give him a juice box. he slurps it aggressively. “…i still get cuddles though, right?” “only if you don’t fake your death again.” he nods. “deal.” bonus: later that night, he’s fully passed out on your lap, warm from meds, holding your hand like a teddy bear. you go to grab your phone, and he sleep-mumbles: “…don’t post the meow meow archive… the people can’t know…” you smirk. too late.

felix

you’re standing in the living room, folding towels, living your boring domestic life in peace when you hear the softest, most suspiciously sweet little voice behind you go... “baby…” you already know. your soul leaves your body. you turn. he’s standing there in a hoodie three sizes too big, sleeves covering his hands, blinking like he’s never committed a crime in his life. “…what.” “c’mere” “why?” “just. c’mere.” you blink. you take one step forward. he immediately collapses into your arms. “i’m so tired…” “you slept eleven hours.” “emotionally.” you try to walk but he's wrapped around you like a weighted blanket. “felix i literally can’t fold towels with you hanging off me like a koala” “don’t need towels. need love.” you freeze. “…did you just say that out loud.” “i’m in my soft era.” he looks up at you, full puppy eyes, lips slightly pouty. “can i sit in your lap while you do stuff?” “i'm not a fucking booster seat” he climbs into your lap anyway. man is built like a cat with separation anxiety. “pet me.” “felix” “pet. me.” so now you’re sitting there one-handed folding laundry while your very adult boyfriend purrs into your hoodie and mumbles things like “you smell like safety.” and “you’re my lil mommy bear.” “okay nope. absolutely fucking not.” “my milky wuvy” “I’M GETTING THE SPRAY BOTTLE.” you try to push him off, he clings harder. “if you unlatch me, i’ll cry. real tears. emotional damage. 2007 trauma unlocked.” you freeze. “…why 2007.” “i watched Bridge to Terabithia and i’ve never been the same.” he pulls out the big guns. eyelash flutter. pout. baby voice. “can you scratch my back while i fall asleep and then play with my hair and tell me i’m special and maybe also feed me snacks?” you stare. “…do you wanna be babied or adopted.” “both.” bonus: 30 minutes later, you’re hand-feeding him popcorn on the couch, scratching his back, while he lays across your lap like a little prince. you mutter, “you’re so fucking spoiled.” he smiles sleepily. “and yet… so adorable.” you don't deny that...

seungmin

you walk into the living room with medicine and warm tea, and he doesn’t even look up from the couch. just sniffs dramatically and says, “look who finally decided to check on the dying.” “seungmin. it’s been 6 minutes. i went to boil water.” he shrugs. “a lot can happen in 6 minutes. i could’ve passed away. joined the spirit realm. you wouldn’t even know.” you stare. he stares back, wrapped in the blanket like a bitter old man on his front porch judging the neighborhood. “here” you hand him the tea. “…you think this will fix me?” “it’s ginger and honey.” “oh perfect. can’t wait to taste warm regret.” you sit next to him. he immediately leans just slightly away. “don’t get too close. i’m diseased. like a stray dog” “you’re being dramatic.” “i’m being accurate. my lungs sound like wet socks.” he coughs once. loudly. then looks at you like you personally caused it. “this is what happens when i go outside. i told you. the air is trying to kill me.” “you were at a café for fifteen minutes” “and now i’m paying the price for socializing.” he sips the tea. pauses. “…okay fine. this is kinda nice.” you smirk “wanna cuddle?” he slowly turns to you with a blank stare “…i’m infectious.” “yeah, but you’re also cute.” he scoffs. “disgusting. go date someone with a normal immune system.” you kiss his cheek. he doesn’t react, but his ears go red.he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear: “…love you too, idiot.” bonus: he wakes up from a nap on your lap, eyes barely open, voice raspy as hell. “did you cheat on me while I was unconscious.” you blink.“…what?” “you were scrolling suspiciously fast.” “i was on pinterest.” “mhm. planning your next relationship, probably.” you snort. “i was looking at soup recipes for you, dumbass.” he pauses.“…did you save any good ones?”

i.n

he’s laying on the bed, flushed, sniffling, and looking like a hot mess. literally. fever at 100.7. eyes glassy. shirtless. blanket only covering one leg for some reason. he sees you walk in with medicine and a cold compress and immediately grins like a little demon. “baby…” he rasps. “no.” “you don’t even know what I was gonna say.” “you were gonna say something disgusting and then try to kiss me with your sick-ass mouth.” “…okay yeah but in my defense i’m very charming when i’m near death.” you sigh, placing the medicine down. he props himself up, blinking slowly like he’s trying to flirt through actual respiratory distress “come here. i wanna kiss you…” “jeongin you’re going off to blow your nose.” he pouts, genuinely offended. “so what, you don’t wanna make out with your sexy little plague rat of a boyfriend??” “correct.” “wow. coward behavior.” he starts crawling toward you like a zombie but sexy??? his voice drops an octave,still congested, and he gives you his best sultry stare. “c’mon, baby. don’t you wanna… sweat together?” “…what the actual fuck.” you dodge when he leans in to kiss you. he stops mid-air. “did you just. DODGE me.” “yes because you’re sweating and breathing like darth vader and tried to lick my face five seconds ago” “THAT WAS LOVE LANGUAGE” he throws himself back on the bed like you rejected his marriage proposal. “i can’t believe this. rejected in my time of need.” you toss him the cold compress “cool your horny little forehead.” he mumbles under his breath while placing it on his face“if i die tomorrow, just know it was the heartbreak that got me, not the virus.” bonus: you go to check if he fell asleep. he lifts the compress just enough to say: “you still think i’m hot though, right?” you raise a brow. “…sick hot.” he smirks. “i’ll take it.”

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[belli5]

⌗ . ᵎᵎ ⸝⸝ Southern Sass .ᐟ ೀWE⁷²

William might not understand a word when his Southern girl gets fired up, but her sass, and heart have him completely wrapped around her finger.

˚₊· ᥫ᭡ William Eklund x South!fem!reader ➜ Fluff. Note: I truly don’t know a lot about southern, so I had to dig through all that, so I hope ion get cancelled😭 masterlist

The first time William ever heard you accent, was over FaceTime, actually. One of his Sharks teammates introduced her as their cousin from “somewhere down South,” and William just blinked as she started talking.

He caught the words “hey y’all” and “bless your heart,” and then—nothing. The rest was a melodic, syrup-thick stream of vowels and dropped consonants.

He tried to keep up, nodding along like he understood, but ended the call with one thought: I have no clue what she just said… but she’s really pretty.

When you both met for the first time, you came to San Jose for a visit, wearing cowboy boots and a sunshine grin. William thought he’d be more prepared after hearing her voice once or twice. He wasn’t.

“Hey, darlin’,” she smiled, throwing her arms around him before he could even get a word out. “Ain’tcha just the cutest thing I ever did see.”

“..What?” he asked, stunned.

She giggled. “I said you’re cute.”

He nodded slowly. “That part I got.”

Sometimes Will purposely tease you, just to hear you. “Didn’t you say you were gonna fold that laundry like… yesterday?”

She narrows her eyes. “You tryna die today?”

“Maybe,” he says, grinning.

And there it is—that rush of sweet, thick, furious Southern that makes his heart race and his ears completely shut off. He has no idea what she’s yelling. He’s just staring at her like she hung the moon.

“Stop lookin’ at me like that!” she huffs.

“Can’t help it,” he says softly. “You’re beautiful when you’re mad.”

She throws a pillow at him. “Dumb Swede!”

He catches it. Still smiling.

Sometimes he’d teach you little simple thing in Swedish, just like you’d teach him something.

But when you were mad, oh boy—

It can just start with the little things, that sometimes pisses you off that William does.

For example like—

It started off as a quiet Sunday morning—sunlight streaming through their apartment windows, the faint sound of birds chirping outside, and the smell of fresh coffee in the air.

William was padding around the kitchen in sweatpants and no shirt, humming to himself as he grabbed a protein shake from the fridge. You, meanwhile, were lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone

Everything was peaceful. Until you heard the washer door slam shut.

You paused mid scroll, slowly, you turned your head toward the hallway laundry closet, eyebrows narrowing.

“Will?” you called, suspicion already lacing your voice. “What’re you doin’, baby?”

“Laundry,” he replied casually.

Your stomach dropped. You set your phone down gently on the coffee table and stood, moving toward the closet like a woman on a mission.

“Please tell me you separated the whites,” you said as you rounded the corner.

William looked up from where he was crouched in front of the washer, proudly closing the door. “Hmm?”

You froze, eyes widening in horror. “..Did you put everything in the same load?”

“Yeah,” he answered, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “It’s just easier, no?”

You gasped so dramatically it echoed. “William Eklund, have you done gone n’ lost your everlovin’ mind?”

He blinked up at you, frozen in place. “..What?”

“You cain’t just go throwin’ all y’clothes in like it’s a possum stew!”

“..A what stew?”

“A possum stew, Will! You don’t just throw in socks, drawers, whites, reds, jeans, Lord knows what else, and hope the good Lord sorts it out! That’s how you end up with pink drawers and bleedin’ socks! This is how laundry crimes are committed!”

He tilted his head slowly, watching your hands flail as your accent thickened with every syllable. He caught about two actual words out of the five sentences you just strung together.

“I think… you’re mad,” he guessed, blinking up at you from the floor.

You threw your arms in the air. “Mad? Baby, I’m about three seconds from raisin’ all kinds of hell in this laundry room!”

He tried—really tried—not to smile. But your voice had pitched into that sharp, molasses-drenched Southern scold that he found so freaking adorable, even if he couldn’t understand a single damn word.

“I—hold on, slow down,” he said, standing up and putting his hands out in front of him like he was facing a wild animal. “What did I do wrong? It’s just clothes.”

“It’s not ‘just clothes,’! You mixed your good white t-shirts with that red hoodie, and now ain’t nothin’ safe!” you exclaimed, poking a finger into his chest for emphasis.

William looked genuinely confused, like you’d told him gravity didn’t exist anymore.

“But I’ve done it before and—”

“And it’s a miracle from heaven you haven’t ruined everything in that closet of yours!” you snapped. “What’re you gon’ do when your Sharks socks come out lookin’ like a dang strawberry milkshake, huh?”

At that, he finally broke—his lips twitching, then splitting into a full, boyish grin. “Okay, wait. Say that again.”

You blinked. “Say what again?”

“Strawberry milkshake.”

“Oh, so now you wanna be a smartass?”

“I don’t even know what you’re saying,” he laughed, taking a step closer. “I heard ‘possums’ and ‘milkshakes’ and something about my drawers.”

“That’s ‘underwear,’ not furniture, for the record,” you muttered, arms crossed.

He laughed harder. “I figured. I just—God, you’re so Southern when you’re mad.”

You glared. “You better hush before I go get my flip flop and swat the Swedish right outta you.”

He gasped. “Violence?”

“Necessary,” you sniffed, though your lip twitched.

“You’re really mad over the laundry.”

“Yes, William! You don’t mess with laundry. You separate whites, darks, and towels. You don’t mix ’em up like you’re makin’ jambalaya!”

He moved closer until he was standing toe to toe with you in the tiny laundry closet, arms still slightly raised like he was handling a very cute, very angry raccoon.

“I didn’t know,” he said softly, eyes wide and earnest. “Next time, you show me?”

You huffed.

“Please?” he added, smiling, eyes crinkling.

You let out a breath, half sigh, half laugh. “Lord, you are lucky you’re cute.”

“I really didn’t understand anything you said for the past five minutes,” he admitted, looping his arms around your waist. “But I think you’re beautiful when you’re mad.”

You squinted up at him. “Flattery won’t save those poor white t-shirts of yours..”

He leaned down, brushing his nose against yours. “It might save me.”

[nottellingofname]

This could be us - Satoru Gojo

You stood in the parking lot, dramatically tapping your foot like someone would actually show up faster if you clicked your heel hard enough.

You glanced at your watch, sighed loud enough for God to hear, and mentally drafted an obituary for your punctuality.

Then, right on cue, a black convertible viper roared into the lot, blaring music so loud you were pretty sure the bass just gave someone heart palpitations.

Subtlety? Never heard of her.

Satoru Gojo rose from the car like he was starring in a shampoo commercial sponsored by daddy issues. That trademark smirk—the kind that dissolved morals and common sense—was already plastered across his face.

In the backseat, Suguru Geto and Shoko Ieiri were laughing like they’d just committed arson and gotten away with it. Honestly? Probably had.

Satoru wore sunglasses indoors and outdoors and probably in the shower too. His platinum-blond hair was perfectly tousled, defying both gravity and basic humility. The way girls looked at him as he parked? Like someone had just unleashed a boy band on school grounds.

And then, because life is unfair, he stepped out and adjusted his black cap, giving Suguru and Shoko that smug little look—the one that said yes, I’m aware I’m the main character and yes, you’re welcome.

Satoru freaking Gojo (yes, that's his middle name from now on), the school's resident heartthrob and menace, strutted across the parking lot like he was auditioning for Grease 2: The Unbearable Ego. His loose white tank top hung just enough to show off his abs and that ridiculous rib tattoo that read Don’t tickle.

Suguru and Shoko? The school’s official agents of mischief.

Monday mornings were basically disaster roulette—would it be glitter bombs or superglued chalk again? Suguru was on a lifelong mission to give every teacher an early retirement, while Shoko aimed for maximum mess with minimum remorse.

Today, Suguru wore an unbuttoned black shirt over a gray tee, looking like he just stepped off the set of a brooding teen drama. Shoko was rocking a checkered shirt and a black denim skirt like she hadn’t just flooded the chemistry lab last week.

Icons, both of them.

You watched them approach, and—oh joy—Satoru's eyes locked onto yours like he had no other purpose in life than to ruin your day. His smirk stretched like he was already planning something illegal.

He stopped right in front of you and did the whole lean in, block your escape routine like this was some rom-com and not your personal nightmare.

“See something you like, Y/N?”

You didn’t even blink. “Actually, yeah.” You snatched his cap straight off his head and plopped it on yours. “Mine now. Thanks, accessory boy.”

He licked his lips like that was supposed to be seductive and not deeply concerning. “I don’t mind at all. Can I take this, then?”

His fingers hooked your bra strap, tugging like a child about to get smacked.

You flicked him in the forehead like the disappointment he was. “Try it and I’ll file a harassment report so fast your sunglasses will sue for emotional damage. Now walk, disaster.”

He laughed, teeth blinding enough to be a public hazard. “Lead the way, babe.”

“Hello? Are we just extras now?” Suguru called out from behind, sounding personally offended.

“To be fair, you are next to me,” Satoru said with a shrug, slinging his arm around your shoulders like it was part of your anatomy.

You rolled your eyes so hard you practically saw 2003. “No, you’re not extras,” you told Suguru and Shoko. “How was the party? Any near-death experiences or just the usual hormonal chaos?”

The two exchanged a look that said we know things. Then Suguru said, “Gojo got lucky. Twice. Rumor has it, there was a third involved. Simultaneously.”

You blinked. “Like… a ménage à dumbass?”

“I call bullshit,” Shoko said, coughing into her hand. “No way you rode the tricycle, Gojo.”

Satoru laughed like he was proud of the alleged war crime. “What can I say? Two birds, one extremely attractive stone.”

You punched him lightly in the chest. “You are the reason aliens won’t visit us.”

“You’re just jealous,” he said with a raised brow, grinning like a villain. “Just say the word, Y/N. I’ll give you the deluxe experience.”

“Say one more thing and I’ll revoke your flirting license. Turn down the sextalk, Captain Cringe.”

He grabbed the cap off your head and popped it back on like it hadn’t just been touched by your superior aura. “Relax, I’m just teasing. What’s our first class again?”

“Biology,” you said, trudging toward the school building while girls all around you sent Satoru wistful stares like he was some rare breed of puppy they couldn’t afford.

“Sweet,” Satoru said. “I could use some hands-on learning.”

You didn’t dignify that with a response.

“Oh, and I heard from Mei Mei,” you added. “Her dad’s throwing a quiz at us today. Probably because she got caught making out with Atsuya Kusakabe yesterday.”

Satoru snorted. “Glad to hear Mei Mei's spreading more than just her legs. Her dad’s probably traumatized.”

You laughed, covering your mouth. “Tragic. Prayers to his eyes.”

“You wanna know what’s even more tragic?” Satoru smirked as you stepped into Biology class. “I smashed that three weeks ago.”

You stopped in your tracks, looked him dead in the eye, and said, “...Congratulations. You’ve successfully lowered my standards even further.”

Listen to Satoru's Playlist? / Listen to everyone's playlist?

[28ms28]

Okay lights out and away we go!

Franco Colapinto emotional radio during formation lap

Vb thanking Ferrari engine(1st time anyone has ever done that)

Max "Turn 1" verstappen going for it and channelling his inner Ferrari boy and taking Oscar out(my favourite Ferrari boy mr max verstappen)

Vb and Sergio Perez making contact and Checo retires from what could be his last race for Redbull or last race in f1 ever

Pierre Gasly is somehow 3rd on the road

and Charles is umm *checks notes* P12 SOMEHOW MAKING UP 7 POSITIONS IN HALF A LAP

yuki had a shit start some clutch problem

And *checks notes again* oh and Charles Leclerc is p8 now lap 2 is not even over yet and he's p8 now he's gained 11 places. ELEVEN

KMAG has gained 7 places. Goat behaviour

Oscar is p19 and last(oof)

Alpine fighting and winning against mercedes(what the hell, sure)

Lando timing the vsc perfectly and running away from Carlos

Oscar hitting Franco and puncturing Franco's tyres(another oof moment for Oscar)(he'll get a pen for that)

Max and Oscar and Vb all get a 10 sec penalty

"move of a wdc that one"(Oscar you funny man)

"We are p8""woohoohoo"(charles you funny man)

It's so over for Mercedes(loosing against alpine)

"G.O.O.D."(Oscar stop)

Fernando Alonso makes his own track up for a while(that was so foul from Martin lmao)

Lewis making up a heap of places not so slowly but surely

Charles Leclerc 3rd track limit strike in span of 12 laps(bro was pushing hard i applaud)(kept in under control for the rest of the race)(i applaud again)

Kmag slow pitstop ruining his race(why does this always happen with Haas)

Alex Albon and Zhou Guanyu apparently being investigated for a false start

Zhou getting a 5sec penalty. Alex is freeee.

Yukierre having beautiful w2w

Charles undercuts George and Pierre and is effectively p3 now

It's a bird it's a plane it's Charles Leclerc overtaking everybody(wtf did he have for breakfast)

Vcarb going a vcarb and forgetting how to properly bolt a tyre and messing up Liam's race(it gets way worse later)

Forget that, it gets worse NOW they get 10 sec stop go for unsafe release on track. That's like 30 seconds.(Wdym it still gets worse later wdym)

Ferrari pitting Carlos and it's a fast stop(2.2). Wonderful

Mclaren pit Lando and holy shit that's even faster(2.0).

Franco retires from the race (goodbye Franco may heaven for Williams tortured drivers welcome you with open arms)

Carlos is pushing his tyres to get closer to Lando (gee I wonder if this will have future consequences on his fight with Lando for the wcc)

Alonso not putting up much of a fight with Max but doing so with Oscar(cinema)

Bono apparently has a plan that can result in Lewis being p3 (Gaslight gatekeep girlboss Bono)(they came close to p3 I'll give him that)

"Stupid idiots" lmao Max and Oscar being their own version of aggressive on the radio lol

Oh my god Valtteri and Kmag making contact. Unfortunate for both of them. One of those contacts you can't really blame on either of the drivers but yeah sucks.

Valtteri retires from the race he had too much damage(the lesson here is don't make emotional radios on the starting grid or you have a high likelihood of not finishing the race)

Kmag sets a fastest lap with a damaged car(goat behaviour)

Both Aston Martin cars committing war crimes against Oscar piastri's race all throughout their race(lol cannot make this shit up)

Ferrari are p2-p3 and both of their tyres are hanging on by thoughts and prayers

"Dou kan do dat": Toto wolff(idk why I put this here I just like making fun of him sometimes)

Martin bringing up Fernando's dark times around the abu dhabi circuit(what did nando do to you Martin let the man be omg)

Oscar almost binned it into the wall cause yuki's car upset his own(nice save tho)

"This😭is😭the😭rhythm": Charles Leclerc(says while barely hanging on to his tyres said rhythm)

Anthony:Carlos has a potential puncture and something has flown into his cockpit apparently. Crofty: ah ok 👍(the skyf1 comms are so unserious my god)

Liam's car realizes that it doesn't want to finish the race and decides to ends itself

Lewis gets that P4 on the last possible moment making a fantastic overtake

Lando wins the race and Oscar got P10 so McLaren win the constructors!!!(They have 666 points.)(This was just in spite against their rival catholic team)

Ferrari 2-3.(Next year will be out year guys Forza Ferrari)(*Shakes violently*)(also this next year will be our year can be heard on lando radio as well lol)

Alpine finished above Haas in the constructors (which a/c to me is baffling that these two teams were even fighting for p6 considering the start of their season)(but no all 4 drivers were on it the whole season)(such a shame for Haas tho at one point it looked like it was surely going to be them)

Max verstappen somehow made it to p6 WHICH IS HIS LOWEST FINISHING POSTION THIS SEASON.I REPEAT P6 IS HIS LOWEST FINISHING POSTION P6.(Goat behaviour).

Lewis and Zhou do donuts(different locations)

Charles leclerc got dod(deserved)

Max went to apologise to Oscar after that turn 1 incident(yes max verstappen apologised)(apparently he does that to the Leclercs)

Lando and team were celebrating very nice to see and then mbs showed up and ruined it(zak brown was there so it already was kind of ruined)(and then the two evils hugged each other...astronomical amounts of evilness was achieved)(the only thing that kind of saved that frame of them hugging was that Lando was hugging his dad in the background)

Charles was sulking even after that masterclass race and then mbs showed up and ruined it even more

Also Jannik Sinner was supposed to wave the chequered flag and he looked absolutely devastated to do that(it's okay Italian boy next year will be our year come back next year)

Cooldown room was carlando+homophobic charles(charles really said RPF is not fine)

Cooldown room was also where zak brown and mbs were(who let them in man)(justice for Andrea Stella)(Andrea left Ferrari for McLaren and when McLaren win he doesn't even get to be on the podium smh)(plus he's cooler than zak brown)

Charles the absolute evil man hehe'ed at Max and Oscar spinning (the only time he smiled after during all of this btw)(lestappies rise)

Podium was nice if you were anyone other than charles leclerc. You have zak brown being borderline animalistic and overjoyus being more happy than the entire team combined lol. Also Carlos's last podium in red♥️

pray for george russell and charles leclerc nothing wrong with them they had to stand on the podium with brad pitt and act like they weren't just sulking.

You also have the Ferrari and McLaren crew hugging each other in the pitlane.(No...fight fight!)(Jk jk no but it's really nice to see those two teams not hold toxic grudges)(The season is over focus on next year if you're a Ferrari fan) (this season is over focus on next year if you're a McLaren fan but celebrate first)

Oh also nico rosberg has been saying Lewis Hamilton is his friend and also the greatest driver of all time(idk what implications this has but I don't think the goat part should surprise you he has always put lewis above others)

We saw 24 drivers this season and 5 of them have not made it past 2024 with a full time race seat. Thank you for your services Kmag, Valtteri, Zhou, Logan and Daniel. History will not forget you and we might see you some other time in f1 nobody knows how this circus works! (also checo could be a part of this club pray for him i suppose)

[ms0milk]

racked with summer somethings

iguro x fem reader [cw] body image struggles. reader fights with insecurity post-injury and iguro wants a kiss so badly he'll let some students die. 1.9k

three huge cheers for @serendipitous-soul and their generosity and patience in waiting for this piece to be published! thank you so much for trusting me with your @ficsforgaza request. I hope a slightly stubborn and overtly obsessed Iguro brightens your day <3

“No, Iguro wait–” Pushing him back is agony. Not because you crave the gentle kisses, not because you’re still clammy with afternoon sweat, but because he is so persistent the pushing has become a less than playful beating, “Down, boy!”

He leans closer the farther away you turn until you’re practically underneath him, one hand pressed over his face in your attempt to keep him off. His bandage seams lift in the gentle roughhouse. “Y/n,” his voice is firm. Let me kiss you. Let me see you. It is firm with his usual requests, sitting just unspoken at the edge of your name.

“M’gross–”

“Take that back,” he grunts, this time slipping a hand under your arm to cup your chin. He will have you. “What’s wrong?”

“Something has to be wrong to stay ungroped for the afternoon?”

Iguro folds himself around you like paper and presses you both into the swollen wall of his wooden greenhouse. It hosts aphids in the winter to feed crickets to feed birds to feed Kaburamaru and on summer days like this, groans like it’d rather collapse than endure its master’s appetite. “Oi, Igu–wait!”

You try to force another wait out before the Hashira's breath on your throat makes your voice crack but certainly too slowly to keep him from running his hands up your thighs and unfastening your scabbard belt with one hand. It’s Hashira training week, and no doubt the corps members assigned to him are begging for mercy somewhere their supervisor doesn’t have to hear. Your fingers dig between the folds of his increasingly disheveled bandages, he dips into you again, he shivers at your fingertips hot on his jaw, he does not care your other hand is pulling his hair and thwapping the top of his head repeatedly.

“You’re kissing me through bandages! You’re in such a rush you’re not even– NO don’t take them off, there’s no time to wrap you back up again!”

“No one will see,” he begs like a child negotiating for candy.

“Yeah cos they’re all dying– as we– Iguro!”

He is at your mercy, always, you are the head of his household more than his wife, his general, and today his general feels like shit. Training leaves you breathless and sweaty and makes him glow. Humid summer days fray the hairstyles you so carefully construct and melt makeup and soak fabric and make your husband shine with life, a delicate pink on the highest point of his cheeks. Your recent injury compounds pain with frustration: day after day in the Butterfly Mansion testing the strength of your healing knee and it taking two tiny nurses just to hold you up.

Iguro moves with every strong and graceful movement of a serpent. He doesn’t bump into tables, chairs, soldiers, or door frames or worry about the way his clothes fall over the curves of his body. Watching him is like sneaking into the opera. His noh would stop hearts.

“Your injury,” he startles and you return to the shade of the greenhouse where your husband wants to hold you. He drops his hands from where they’ve made a home under your top and in the pleats of your hakama and quickly leans away to see you better. “I wasn’t thinking.”

The fabric on your back clings to splinters in the greenhouse wall. Sweat collects where your thighs touch and under his gaze you can’t hide imperfection. “That’s not,” you start, but his eyes are filling with worry faster than you can prepare sarcasm. “I’m not hurting,” you murmur instead to stamp out budding concern.

“Then what’s wrong?”

The indignation is almost comical, like you’ve committed some horrible crime in withholding kisses. “It’s hot, Iguro, I haven’t rinsed off.”

“I don’t care if you’re sweaty.”

“I care if I’m sweaty,” you bite like he won’t bite back.

“Why would you care about what I want to taste? Does imagining my undersalted lunch put you in a shitty mood too?” You should have expected this; he’s such an instigating shit. “Y/n,” he presses, his voice matches the weight his palms bear on your waist even as you prickle, “what’s wrong?”

“The list is getting longer.”

“My love.”

If frustration could kill you’re not sure which one of you it would take in the muggy summer shade of your home. My love, Darling, Master, summer thunderstorms, winter nests, gifts brought back from distant villages to decorate this body and meant to suit someone so much different than you. Terms of affection meant for eastern goddesses and tiny little wives in their birdbone kimonos.

Your knee shifts without permission as it’s recently begun to do when it’s in use for too long. “Let’s change your bandage,” Iguro offers patiently instead of letting flares of worry show in his voice, “wrap you up tighter.” But he knows he’s the last person you want to see the wound there. Hunger shaped, a slice out of your body like a bite from bread, stitches swimming in the knotted scar from a spar with a demon that just couldn’t die quietly.

“Go save your students,” you admonish with a fond push. He leans into you instead of away and your fingers spread, your palms shift flat on the chest of the man you love.

“If they couldn’t last this long they’re dead already.”

“Obanai Iguro.”

“Obanai Y/n,” he replies without delay. In the sweltering shade, he draws his hands from your hips, up your waist and soft onto the clefts of your face. His palms cup your jaw. “What are you thinking about?” You roll your eyes and bring your own hands up to settle his someplace the sweat wont pool immediately, but he holds you steadfast. His students really might die if you leave them much longer.

His greengold stare is completely disarming and you know better than to let it hold you for too long, but the thoughts truly come faster than you can keep up with them. Training week is a logistical nightmare every year and besides feeding the swaths of corps members, keeping them alive in Serpent Manor, and their uniforms unpissed in, is the larger struggle. Watching the shapes they make under your husband’s instruction stings familiarly. You don’t look like that when you fight. Your hips fill your hakama with curves no one here has and in a field that requires uniformity, it hurts how much you stand out– how easily your skin scars, marks, bruises, and stretches– how much more room you take up. It’s always easier when the house is empty.

Iguro’s thumb catches your lip and rolls over the oil you use to gloss them. The one he loves to taste and that dots his white uniform with shiny little spots now, in all the places you tried to deter him with a bite. “Well?”

“I don't like training week.”

His cheeks pinch under his eyes with a soft smile, “I know.” And he tickles the notch of your jaw with delicate fingers. He traces the curls of your ears. It aches. “Your knee will heal. You’ll fight again.” What can you do but close your eyes? His will burn holes in you, then what good will you be? His graceful fingers tuck away your loose hairs. Does he like it when you make yourself smaller like this? He’s never once liked it, but is today the day he changes his mind? Does he wish you looked like the other slayers? Slim and featherlight– the thought hasn't left you in days– the idea you might not have been injured so badly if you weren't such a big target.

Iguro breathes once deeply and covers your ears with flat palms.

A warm breeze teases you both around the ankles to remind everyone that summer won’t end anytime soon. You think too much, you’re sure he drawls before the world goes silent.

“Hey,” you warn and try to pull his hands down but he shakes his head– your voice grates inside your own. It’s too hot to stand so close but you don’t quite pull back, even as August damp makes your tunic uncomfortable. He tilts your head in his hands every time you look at something other than him, “Iguro.”

The crepemyrtles rustle at a distance in purples and pinks, he draws you back to him, swallows dive for wasps in the begonias, he draws you back to him, nothing makes a sound past his strong calloused hands. It’s finally quiet. Your fingertips find purchase in the fabric of his haori. His knuckles vibrate with all the things he says that you cannot hear.

You murmur his name. He vibrates again. Your husband picks favorites; you, his general, his wife, his master, and he is never subtle. Subtlety kills devotion. Iguro’s sharp eyes trace adoration into summer air while he keeps noisy humid thoughts from haunting you. His chest rumbles with speech you can’t make out in this peace you can’t find on your own.

What about you makes him so soft? His rumpled bandages tighten against his lips as he speaks and all it takes is one finger to pull them away. You tug once gently, hands rising like smoke from their home on his chest as he makes a shelter for you behind the shade of the greenhouse.

You, his soft lips mouth, Y/n. His own scars crawl along his perfect cheeks and tighten when you trace them in the quiet of his love. Your love is the first night he let you see them, fireworks on a cemetery hill and hiding as best you could, the rush of an overfilled heart. He doesn’t hide from you, even when it makes his well-trained fingers shake. He doesn’t stop speaking when you touch the part of himself he hates so much.

I want you. Iguro’s lips make the shape of every syllable so slowly you couldn’t misread them if you tried, the three words you feed to him on bad days like medicine. Y/n. I want you.

The realization comes with slightly more embarrassment than you’d like for such a hot day. Warmth rises in your cheeks and the heat threatens to make tears. How much more similar could you two possibly be? How many more signs do you need to believe that he was made just for you? When you kiss him you are gentle and his hold over your ears falters so that he can hold you properly.

“I want you, Y/n.”

“I heard you.”

“Scars and all.”

“Have me.”

“I won’t have you any differently. I won’t have you smaller, weaker. You wouldn’t be my wife that way.”

“Kiss me then, chatterbox.”

Iguro finally relaxes against you in the unbearable summer air, inescapable by shade, swim, or fan. He cradles the back of your neck like looking away from him would even be possible in the closeness of your kiss. In the minutes before battered corps members begin limping back to the top of your mountain home, you don’t need to think about dinner or dressing wounds or keeping your bandages hidden. You don’t spare a thought for the breakable nurses at the Butterfly Mansion or how predictably tsuguko marvel at the strength behind your kicks. Easier than training, than putting out fires, easier than smoothing balm on your scars, easier than nursing hips bruised from doorways or learning to sew your hakama just right, is letting Iguro soothe your worry with stolen kisses in the sticky shade of the greenhouse. Scars and all, the predictable pair of you.

(divider by @cafekitsune!)

[ariadnes-elixirs]

while i'm working on their actual stories....

fun facts about each of my yans!

characters: yan noble boy, yan neighbor, yan forgotten god

yandere noble boy (oliver)

struggles with people and social interaction

spends most of his time gardening and baking

has a habit of showing up unannounced to the isekaied reader's family estate

neither of your parents mind

in fact both your parents and his parents have been pushing y'all to get married

but he refuses an arranged marriage cause he wants you to fall in love with him organically

not afraid of manipulating you though

very wet cat vibe overall

he has long white hair usually tied with a red ribbon gifted to him from you when y'all were children

isekaied reader has no clue what story they were isekaied into cause both them and elliott are so far removed from the main plotline of the og story

they just kinda live in a neighboring kingdom allied with the empire where Main Plot happens

so reader has no magical advantage from knowing the plot ahead of time :)

probably the least dangerous out of everyone here

he's more of the devoted/obsessed/manipulative type

he would never want to get his dainty hands dirty unless he absolutely has to

does bury evidence of any crimes he commits underneath his flowerbeds though

but yeah he's a wet cat

definitely would try "rizzing" you up by going "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEE"

yandere neighbor (elliott)

he likes spicy food

his hair is naturally black, but he usually dyes it blue

he is an engineer that mostly works remotely from his apartment

is a prodigy, and usually works freelance cause no one can pay him enough to permanently keep him on staff

rich

overworks himself though

takes on too many jobs and sometimes forgets that he is a human being that needs to eat and sleep

but will scold you for overworking yourself

a natural caretaker

he wants to be depended on and loves taking care of people

and when he takes care of someone else he will usually end up trying to take care of himself to lead by example

so his love language (giving) is acts of service

but as you might expect (cause yandere) he is not afraid to create circumstances in which you would be forced to depend on him

he would never hurt you directly

if he does go after someone with the intent to kill, it'll only be a person that has made your life a living hell

then when they're gone he'll be that person you can talk to about it

but usually he just causes some problems with the wiring of some electronics in your apartment when he visits

and then waits like a schoolgirl on his bed kicking his feet up in the air until you call him and ask him to fix it

has the potential be to actually dangerous/threatening, but never to you

yandere forgotten god (cal)

was banished by the gods

has been stuck on his island for so long that he genuinely doesn't remember how long he's been there

loves and takes care of the animals on his island

particularly fond of birds

also a big plant person

loves growing plants and has them absolutely everywhere

they each have names and he will introduce you to all of them if you'd let him

really sweet but being alone for so long has warped his idea of love vs obsession

he's doing his best

literally no one else is around, so he isn't particularly jealous or concerned about someone stealing you from him

he is concerned about you leaving, though

so if you try to leave, he will come up with reasons for you to stay

will start with stuff like "oh there's going to be a storm later today" and later shift to more unsavory approaches

once again, never anything that physically harms you

but will go to other extreme lengths to make sure you never leave (or even want to leave)

he is a god so probably the most dangerous? but because of the situation that side would never really come out

because he would never directly hurt you or attempt to physically harm you

(kidnapping is on the table though if you are PERSISTENT about leaving + actively taking steps to leave + talking you out of it doesn't work)

but yeah he's a silly little guy who has been left alone for too long and is now slightly insane

he's still a sweetiepie though :)

a/n: sorry for all the delays. i keep getting swamped with more work :/ and have been working furiously on that

i will have more free time once that is done though so hopefully the real parts + requests will be out soon (i am delusional)

anyways, i can go more in depth on each character and other details about them i might have forgotten to mention or brushed over if y'all want. just let me know!

[voidartisan]

Anyway. Survived another semester. So. Star Wars characters as things my friends, professors, and classmates have said (plus a few things i've overheard on campus). two for the price of one bc in spring I forgor

Echo: Fives! GO!

Fives: NO! It's a free country!

Fives: *starts singing Republic anthem*

Echo: you can't sing the national anthem and BE A COWARD!!!

Ahsoka: Maybe they just really wanted there to be a gay weasel

Barriss: Hello. We were just talking about how my grandma's dog has a foot fetish

Sabine, in a class discussing ancient Egyptian art: Okay, don't hate me for this question, but, in the movie The Mummy---

Anakin: I didn't hit him that hard!

Obi-Wan: YOU BROKE HIS NOSE.

Omega: How’d you get those washboard abs, grandma?

Rex: I'd never say anything like that to you on purpose. You're like a daughter to me.

Echo: Thank you

Kanan: I watched two squirrels fighting in the middle of the street this morning. Kinda gave me Hector and Achilles

Din Djarin: WHO IS THIS BABY?

Rex: WHO DID YOU MARRY????

Luke: OH! I got t-boned to this song! :D

Kanan: Thou art the bomb dot com

Hound, dreamily: I want my ashes tested for narcotics

Thorn: They got a dried llama fetus. From Bolivia

Thire: Not the llama fetus

Jesse: Do you eat the cherry pits?

Kix: No? I'm pretty sure those have cyanide in them.

Jesse: *slowly removes cherry pit from mouth*

Obi-Wan: You'd think that with my very high reading level I would have figured that out sooner

Ahsoka: I mean, Yoda's made it that long

Barriss: Okay, but he's filled with happiness and good thoughts. I'm filled with bitterness and ibuprofen.

Ahsoka: This is why we have repentance and insurance

Cody, speaking to a spider in the shower: First of all, you're a pervert

Wooley, awake at 1 am: Next time, we should do drugs

Ezra: I thought I was about to have my Snow White moment, but instead, I almost got rabies

Leia: I'm trying to tell a story, and you're BOOGIEING

Hunter: I like where I am.

Phee: Surrounded by girls?

Hunter: No. Dirt.

Ventress: Give that man some cleavage

Riyo: When I say I've got that dog in me, it's Snoopy

Crosshair: If I was a bird, I would be homicidal

Luke: They made him straight. And SAD.

Wrecker: I don't need you to tell me what to do, number man!

Quinlan: Hear me out---

Luminara: You are NOT allowed to say that

Anakin: Arsonists are easy to catch. They leave a bunch of evidence.

Ahsoka: Like fire?

Anakin: Like fire.

Anakin, to Obi-Wan: You like blondes so blond that you can't tell if they have receding hairlines or not

Leia: I have no moral code when it comes to my father.

Hunter: I just love you, okay?

Crosshair: Okay.

Hunter: And I'm gonna slap you in the face the next time I see you.

Phee: They de-'tismed my boy

Fives, singing weakly, laying the wrong way on a mattress, with his legs up against the wall and head and arms hanging off the edge: 🎶H-O-T-T-O-G-O, you can take me hot to go~🎶

Anakin: *shows Ahsoka a clip of the Grinch*

Ahsoka: How did they get live footage of you?

Obi-Wan: What were you saying?

Quinlan: I forgot

Obi-Wan: I know; I was just asking out of courtesy

Luke: A FULL rye chip?! Alms for the poor!

Ventress: Hold on, he's gonna do the slutty cape wave again

Rig Nema: He died of a pulmonary embolism

Kix: Happens to the best of us

Ezra: Should I have known that talking in a spoon in my mouth would make it fall? PROBABLY. But what if this ONE TIME it was DIFFERENT

Hera, abruptly: I need to start listening to more ABBA

Tech: I'm too weird and I need to get weirder.

Obi-Wan: Dead husband. With cancer. At least it's in a nice font.

Satine: Hmm. No.

Obi-Wan: I'm sorry, would it be easier to break the news in Times New Roman?

Phee: I am a very patient woman in terms of patience

Fives: *hands Tup his toast in order to take a picture of Jesse lying next to the trashcan*

Fives: *takes picture*

Fives: *holds out hand* Toast me

Padme: He can make that Perry the Platypus noise- and I think that's hot, by the way-

Echo: I’m going to commit a crime if I have to move these gnomes again

Kanan: My gym skills are akin to a headless chicken attempting hopscotch

[spider-jaysart]

Okay soooo, first time I'm doing something like this, but I wanna introduce a fave oc of mines today that I've been working on for a longtime now :)

Her name is Nadja Al Ghul-Wayne-Kent and she's a Damijon kid

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@camo-wolf @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65

The name Nadja means "hope" in Arabic. My very dear friend @theredheaded-stuff was the one who helped me pick it. And her hero name is Super Canyon, which is inspired by the Canyon Wren bird

(More under the cut)

(Edited some stuff on this post now btw)

Backstory:

After being inspired by the story of how Kon was created, a secret group of no good scientists, who just love causing chaos with many of their inventions, decided one day to create a mixed clone of both Damian and Jon, thinking they can do better than Lex did, so they collected both of the boys DNA's after one of their recent battles in public and got to work. Once their experiment was supposed to be done, they saw that their machine had actually created a baby girl instead of a grown, powerful clone like they had wanted, so they were ready to dispose of her as a failed subject, but were suddenly stopped just on time by Damian and Jon who broke into the place and kicked their butts after finding out that a recently committed crime they were investigating was caused by them. When they were done, the boys found Nadja and were surprised to find out she's a clone related to them both. They decided to take her with them and made her their daughter to raise together after that.

Personality:

She's helpful, stubborn, is as intelligent as Damian is, friendly but also tough when she needs to be, observant, sometimes a little too honest about things but doesn't always mean it as rude, courageous (a trait that can be pretty helpful sometimes, but also get her into really big trouble during dangerous situations too), a prankster, and very protective of others, especially her loved ones

Abilities and skills:

She has the usual Kryptonian abilities, which are flying, super strength, superhearing, superspeed, superbreath, ice breath, invulnerablity, x-ray vision, and laser vision that's purple instead of the usual red (because Lois has purple eyes, so it's something unique that was passed onto her that way). Sometimes they don't always work though and can accidentally get out of hand too since she's still growing and learning, but Jon aways tries his best to help her get better at using and controlling them. Nadja also uses many concentrating tips from Damian too for improvement, like meditating for example and other things like that, and he helps her practice them

And because she's half Kryptonian, she also has a couple of unlocked special abilities of her own too, which is invisiblity, the ability to phase through walls and objects, plus the power to also transfer the heat of her laser vision into the palm of her hands to burn who or whatever she touches and she can also let it absorb her whole body too if she wants, which makes her even more untouchable and at the same time lets her release a strong fiery blast around herself onto enemies or incoming threats (her body glows completely purple whenever she does this and if it's just her hands, the same happens to them too). Nadja hasn't been able to properly master these special powers yet though, only one of them, which is the invisiblity one

For skills, thanks to teachings from Damian, plus Talia whenever she visits her, Nadja knows how to use a sword and fight well in combat in case her powers aren't working the way she urgently needs them to during patrols and missions

Random facts:

She calls Damian Baba and Jon Dad.

She calls Clark "Grampops" and Bruce "Grampbats". For Talia, she calls her "Grandmother" and for Lois, she calls her "Grandmama".

Her best friend is her same age Cousin Dick II, the Son of her much older Cousin Jake Grayson and his Wife Meredith Robinson. In the Batfamily (besides Damian), she's close with all her Aunt and Uncles. And for the Al Ghul's, she also gets excited whenever she visits Talia and Ra's. And while she definitely also gets along a lot with her other relatives who are in the Superfamily, the person she's most closest to there (besides Jon ofc) is Kon, due to them both being created as clones meant for evil but turned out good instead, which got them to bond even more as Uncle and Niece.

Her voice sounds like Clementine's from Telltales the walking dead games, but specifically the version of it from season 2 for the tween age she's in right now.

She has messy hair like Jon when she lets it loose. Jon is the one who always has to brush her hair whenever it gets tangled up, since the steel strength of it is just too difficult for Damian to actually handle himself.

Nadja laughs at Damian's jokes all the time since she gets his dark humor and he loves that. They always laugh a lot about it together but when Jon's around, they're Iike "You wouldn't get it" and he gets all offended.

Jon passed his love for noodles onto Najda and Damian's usually like "That's not healthy!!" And tries cooking her vegetarian meals more often or healthy ones that Talia would used to make him back when he was a kid, just so that Najda will eat real food lol. Najda also really loves the meals that comes from Damian's culture too and gets happy whenever he makes them for dinner.

For nicknames, Jon will sometimes call her "Sweetpea", "Sugar cookie", and "Tootsie pops", while Damian calls her "Habibti", "Thamin" (meaning "precious" in Arabic), and "Galbi" (which means "my heart" in Arabic)

Damian matches his outfits with Nadja all the time just like Talia would always used to do with him when he was a little kid. He does this with Jon included too and they take pictures together.

When making her hero suit, Damian was the one who helped Nadja out in drawing the designs and brainstormed ideas with her. When she had finally found one she liked and was ready to make it, Damian and Jon could've helped her sew it and everything, but they didn't have many materials that she could use or a sewing machine either, only a regular sewing kit that they use to fix up their own suits whenever they get damaged, so they let her make it with Ma's help instead at her place when they visit her and Pa again, since she actually owned a machine and also had a sewing room filled with many useful materials. When asked, Ma didn't mind letting Nadja use her stuff at all and was instead delighted about it since it would just give them the chance to spend time with eachother while doing one of her favorite hobbies together.

And next time, while having their usual Mother and Son days out together, Talia helped Damian pick out the sarong skirt for Nadja while hanging around stores, since they thought it would be nice for her to have one. Jon was the one who bought Nadja the red sneakers while shopping together with Kathy, since it reminded him of Kathy's old purple, rainbow ones, but with a twist of red thrown onto it, which also reminded him a lot of his favorite old ones that he used to always wear as a kid too. Dick and Cyborg helped her insert digital tech into her cuffs, which lets out hologram screens that let her know whenever she's over using her powers since she's still mastering them and it does plenty of other useful things for her too.

Najda was also given a mask to go with her suit at first too since she thinks it's annoying to wear glasses in her regular life everyday, but then it got lost during a fight and some villains saw her face, so she was still forced to go with the glasses route in the end anyways.

As adults, Jon's a scientist and Damian's a veterinarian. Najda likes visiting both of her Dads at their day jobs after school and doing her homework there while they work. She always promises to behave and not get in the way and if she has no work to do, she'll help them out too, which they appreciate. She also loves watching what they do and let's them happily explain their favorite stuff about the job to her. She knows a lot about taking care of animals and science because of this.

Nadja loves music and making it too. She even thinks about playing rock music for a living when she grows up. Damian and Jon support her in this and buy her the instruments she needs and they also listen to her songs when she wants to show it off to them. Because of them being in a band themselves back when they were kids, Damian, Jon, Chris, and Jake give her lessons sometimes on how to better play her instruments.

Civilians and especially interviewers always question about how they had Nadja and just assume that she's adopted or assume that just because she looks more like Damian, she's probably from a secret ex girlfriend he had before being with Jon. The last one annoys both Damian and Jon so much, especially Jon since Nadja is actually his kid too and he gets jealous at the thought of the ridiculous idea. Both him and Damian hate these rumors and just want everyone to mind their own business.

[heartfullofleeches]

I would love butterfly boi hc <3

-🩷

Adonis - Yan Butterfly Hcs

Warnings: Cannibalism, Mentions of death, Stalking, Gross Behavior (namely sweat)

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Adonis is a male, conventionally attractive purple emperor butterfly. The attraction for many stops as his looks as getting to know him people tend to notice something.. strange about him. He seems friendly on the surface, but never expresses deeper interest in others beside his darling unless they've been injured or taking about their medical history in any form. Before meeting his lover Adonis has a very bleak, but cheerful outlook on life. It leans heavier on the brighter side once he realizes his feelings to the point he meets every day and event with a smile - even those where he's witness to or commits terrible crimes against humanity.

• Works for a crime clean up crew by day and most nights, and as a grave robber others. Most, if not all, of the jobs Adonis receives are phoned in by crooks/corrupt members of power as with his appetite it's killing two birds with one stone. They usually allow him to take whatever since he's already taking care of the body which results in nearly every house he cleans appearing as if no-one ever lived there.

His "souvenirs" are his prized possessions - till his darling comes around. Then he's willing to share. His first gift to them is an engagement ring he received as payment for his first job. It's a priceless heirloom, if the guy it belonged to have just sold it he'd still be around, but if that happened Adonis wouldn't have been able to give it to someone who deserves it more. The second gift is matching butterfly knives. Always on the hunt for more things to present to his darling during his cleanings. Anything brand new shows up on their doorstep or hooked up indoors if tthey haven't changed the locks again.

• Adonis' ideal darling is someone who's a little untidy. He enjoys his job and taking care of his lovebug, plus while cleaning up their home he can find more treasures to take with him. Half drunken bottles, sweaty clothes, straws they may have bitten. If they're the type to have adult toys he'll clean them by hand... likely with his tongue or after using them himself. It's important to keep things like that clean and sanitized.

Has a nasty habit of throwing out fragrant soaps and perfumes/colognes as they mask the natural scents he adores. Adonis is touchy and clingy during all seasons, but Summers are his most active as seeing his darling sweat cause him to lose all train of thought. Refuses to let his darling shower without bathing them with his tongue first when sweaty. If they aren't a fan of his tongue he'll wipe them down with some towels and huff the moist cloth instead.

Adonis' ideal first date is capturing someone from either his or his darling's past and burying them alive in a grave at his local cemetery while they have a picnic nearly in the butterfly garden. Adonis is stuck up in his head at times with fantasies of domestic bliss chopped up with slaughtering the neighborhood on the eve of a big anniversary. He makes killer banana bread.

What's his is his darling's, but the one thing he forbids is them going into his closet. Adonis has a hobby for polaroid photography and his closet is where he produces the film. He'd hate for his darling to recognize a face in his red folder drawer or find the drawer labeled with their name

[vicmillen]

Why Danny should be tossed into the Gotham cast

A short medium long list of reasons, by me:

It funny.

Lady Gotham being an nuisance. A mostly benign one but still a nuisance.

Danny being a even bigger nuisance in retaliation because men can be so petty.

Ol' Batsy getting multiple headaches. Must be his age catching up.

Jason.

Oh sweet, a whole species of enslaved undead waiting to be rescued and rehabilitated. Hmm wonder what's the deal with all the owl motifs?

Did I mention Jason? Oh I did. But how about his magic sword? You know the glowy lightsaber that's powered by his soul or something?

Bird watching is fun. Bat watching is even more fun. Until they start watch you back but eh

The rouges here feels more homely then elsewhere. More malicious to the living then your average Amity haunting, maybe. But the commitment to a theme is very familiar, as is the frequency of attacks.

Another fake clown to soup up! Huh? What do you mean he's human? Humans can't get souped like that don't be silly lol.

Wait. Huh. Well that explains everything and nothing.

How To Manage A Ghost Kingdom 101: a joint lecture by Timothy Drake-Wayne and Jason Peter Todd, teenaged entrepreneur and crime lord, respectively. Targeted student: one future Phantom King.

Advanced Anger Management with Jazz. Targeted student: one Jason Todd and one Danny Phantom.

How To Not Be A Cult Leader Part I, a group therapy lead by Tim. Attendee: one ol' Batsy, his son Stabby Robin, and one Ghost Boy.

So many liminals for a place without a 24/7 portal to the afterlife. Wait what's that green pool underground?

Why and most importantly, How is there ecto detectors in the batcave- wait no actually that explains how the Fentons got their first funding for their cursed research.

'It's good to practice for the future.' -Clockwork, probably.

'Enrichment is important for the growth of a Protector.' -Frostbite, probably.

'Peace is not an option.' -Paraphrased by Danny, probably.

Moving from most haunted city to most cursed city isn't exactly an upgrade, but it isn't an downgrade either, so.

Have you ever considered fighting the bad vibes of your city with cutesy lil blobs? Well you should. Not it's not causing a slime infestation what are you talking about.

Finally someone that is both willing (untrue) and able (we'll see) to deal with the various curses in Gotham. Yay...

No but seriously Danny-make friends with rouges while actively beating each other up-Phantom would fit right in with the Robins.

It's Jazz's dream job working in Arkham... Well it's actually working on dismantling the cursed thing, but baby steps, baby steps.

Imagine the everlasting trio getting onto the bats watchlist within a week. Separately.

Sam for Ivy The Second tendency; Danny because he's poking around old dionesium researches that he shouldn't know about; and Tucker because he's having fun (one-sided) with his new online friends. Oracle is deeply unamused.

Ellie should never meet Damian. They'll be such good bad influences for each other.

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So- Vylad was poisoned. Can you take a guess who ordered it? None other than Garte! So, say there was a group forming in O'Khasis that really just didn't like the Ro'meaves. Especially Garte.

Unfortunately for Garte, they hadn't really done anything that could allow him to remove them from the equation without looking like a tyrant. But he did want them gone. He also wanted the bastard son his wife had with another man gone. Two birds, one vial of poison.

Vylad died in the garden, in front of Zianna and a 14 year old Zane. Garroth was away at the guard academy. His death had such an effect on his family. Zianna shut down, Garroth pushed himself harder in his training. Zane went further into his studies but also, after Zianna shut down, Garte's hold on Zane grew tighter. Garte got what he wanted, the bastard son gone, the forming group of rebels gone and his second son was isolated enough that he could truly mold him to how he wanted him.

No one really noticed that the casket was empty as it was place into the ground.

She's used to following orders, she's in and out, as efficient as possible. She has to fight off the urge to set the village ablaze, rampage, wreck havoc for a crime that was committed so many centuries ago. Carrying the boy, it brings back painful memories. But she has her orders and Abaris will stick to them.

[kissorkill16]

I Can Always Change My Mind: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: What if Nicky let Mr. Peterson out of prison?

Nicky slowly walked into the Raven Brooks Police Department, even though there wasn't anyone around.

He swiped the keys from the front desk and walked down the halls of the many cells that didn't really contain any other criminals.

So Mr. Peterson is the only one who committed a crime, huh? Figures.

He stopped in front of Mr. Peterson's cell, and he saw the man sitting down. Nicky was about to say something, but then his foot accidentally touched something. He looked down to see someone in a bird costume, his beak pulled through the bars of the cell, and the front side of the beak was bleeding out a little.

Nicky gasped and stood back.

Mr. Peterson let out a deep, condescending laugh. He stood up and walked towards the bars, "Don't worry, my dear. They're not listening.", he said.

Nicky swallowed the vomit that threatened to make its way to his mouth.

"I must admit, I was half expecting Trinity.", said the man. Nicky sighed and rolled his eyes, "Well she'll be sent away to boarding school tomorrow, so sorry your expectations haven't been met."

He held up the keys to the prison, and Mr. Peterson's eyebrows rose.

"I'm only doing this because you and Trinity both need the same thing.", said Nicky. "Those freaks ruined your life, they're ruining Trinity's, and I'm only doing this for her. You were the only person she could turn to, and you seem to be the only one who can still stop them.", his eyes trailed down to the dead cultist, then he shook his head. "So against my better judgement, I'm letting you out of this hellhole so you can finally bring an end to them."

Mr. Peterson smiled, "Thank you, Nicholas."

Nicky pointed at Mr. Peterson, "Don't make me regret doing this.", he said. "I have a phone at my house and I know the number for the police, so I can always change my mind."

Hesitantly, he put the key in the hole, and slowly opened the door once he finally got it unlocked.

Mr. Peterson stepped out of the cell, and Nicky could closely see his messy hair, his pale face, and his darkened eye bags.

He looked absolutely terrifying.

Nicky pointed down the hall, "Well? I did Trinity's part for her, now go!", he said. "Go stop them before it's too late. God knows Trinity needs us!"

Mr. Peterson let out another condescending laugh, then he bent down to meet the boy's level.

"But here's one thing you're forgetting, Nicholas.", he said. "She doesn't make the rules."

Without warning, Mr. Peterson grabbed Nicky by the arm and threw him against the wall, making the boy yelp and fall down to the floor.

"I'm sorry, Nicky.", the man started, "But I never truly forgave your friend for what she'd done to me."

He bent down and slowly picked him up, carrying him in his large arms and wiping away the blood that slowly dripped down the side of his forehead.

"This was the only way I could get you to let me tell you this. You were too forgiving, too naive to see what she had done to you. Locking you back with the demon, ignoring your cries for help, forcing you to help her. I was not going to let you suffer anymore.", he said. "I've spent every waking moment towards getting revenge on the people who destroyed my family. They took almost everything from me, then she...took the rest."

[starwarsmum]

Day 21 (4 days til Christmas and the first night of Hanukkah!) is Drunk Text a follow up from Cat Crimes

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Damian was being forced to spend time with his brothers. Bruce was still off-world and they had convinced Diana and Clark not to spill the beans about Damian's girlfriend. The only reason Dick, Jason and Tim weren't ratting him out was because he had promised to do one thing for each of them.

Jason had wanted Damian to patrol with him for a whole night, no breaks, no arguments, and he had used the time to drive Damian insane with insults and allusions to things he was pretty sure had never happened but couldn't swear hadn't.

Tim was making him buy coffee every day for the next month. It was more an inconvenience than anything else, having to leave the manor every day even if he didn't have plans. They were three weeks into the full month and Damian couldn't wait for it to end.

Which just left Dick's request. He had insisted they have a group night, as many of the Batfamily as they could get a hold of playing games and watching movies for the night. Jason had worked it out with Steph and Cass, Tim had dragged Duke into it and Dick forced Babs to join in.

Damian had tried to get Marinette to join the ‘fun’ if only so he wouldn't be facing them all alone. Unfortunately, she had plans with some of her friends that night and she wasn't planning to break them for ‘a horrifying trial by fire’. 

She had, in an attempt to soften the blow, given her number to the boys to add to a group chat. The only person not included in the chat was Bruce so, without a responsible adult to moderate, it had mostly turned into a ‘let’s tease Damian and Marinette' chat.

“Is there any reason we are starting the torture- I mean evening at four pm?” Damian asked, glaring at his eldest brother. 

“Like you have other big plans?” Jason sneered, eyebrow raised. Damian scowled at him but settled into a seat without further complaint. “That's what I thought. Besides, it's your own fault you're stuck here instead of doing something else.”

“Awww, does the little rebel want to be off with his totally real girlfriend?” Steph asked, pinching Damian's cheek and darting away before he could hit her. “But seriously, I'm not sure I believe that demon over there managed to snag a girlfriend. Props for committing to the bit and getting a French burner phone so you could pretend to be her though, that was impressive.”

“Naw, she's real,” Jason said casually. “Fucking hot, too, I can not believe the kid's game is that good.”

“Refrain from talking about Marinette in such a manner, Todd,” Damian hissed, gripping the hilt of a dagger he always had on him. It was a gift from Marinette one Christmas and he never went anywhere without it. “It does not concern me if you believe she exists, Brown, I would rather everyone continued to be ignorant of her.”

“She seems really nice, from what I can tell in the group chat,” Barbara commented. Damian merely grunted, refusing to be pulled into a conversation about her. 

“Yeah, which is the big giveaway that she's not a real person! She literally talks about fashion, baking and her friends. What does she even have in common with Damian? And how could they have met since she's from France?”

“Oh my god, how have we never asked for the story of how you met?” Dick said, scrambling to sit up and stare pleadingly at Damian. “Baby bird, please, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease, tell us how you met?”

“The internet, how else would we have met, you cretin,” Damian huffed, though he could feel his neck starting to burn. “I thought we were to be playing games and watching some odious film, may we begin so that it can be over with?”

And no matter how hard they tried he refused to elaborate. He knew they would end up messaging Marinette on the group chat but he hoped that she would remember that he had kept them separate for quite so long for a reason.

It was an hour or so later when everyone's phones lit up with an incoming message. Bracing himself for the potential embarrassment of his family knowing how utterly mesmerised he was by her when they first spoke on video chat, he opened her message.

Instead, it was only a picture of her night. It was a shot of her taking a selfie with two others, one with dark hair and blue tips, and one with hair similar to Marinette's but in a severe bob cut. There was a reddish tinge to all of their cheeks and they were holding up wine glasses. The accompanying message was simple and told them that the Parisians were having fun on the Couffaine houseboat with a couple of drinking games.

“Oh my god, she's so pretty!” Steph cooed, glancing at Damian with suspicion. “She is the one at the front, I presume?”

“Tt, yes,” Damian clipped back, though he was fighting back a smile at how relaxed she looked. They received a follow up text a moment later.

Marinette:

I miss you, mon coeur ❤️ Gami and Luka are fun but I'm definitely coming to visit again soon xox

He could feel everyone's amused looks as they all realized that she thought she was messaging Damian directly. Before any of them could respond, they could see that she was typing again. And just as quickly Jason was tackling him and knocking his phone out of the way so he couldn't stop her.

“Unhand me, Todd!”

“Not a chance, your girlfriend is sending us messages and you will not be ruining the entertainment,” Jason laughed. Damian hissed at him but the man was so much bigger than him that all he had to do was sit on Damian and the fight was effectively a lost cause. Without using lethal force, that was.

My parents bakery is nice but Alfie's kitchen is on a whole other level

Marinette: When I come next time, can we bake together again? 

“You used Alfred's kitchen?” Tim said in a stunned voice. “How are you both still alive?”

And you look absolutely adorable with frosting on you

“Don't be dramatic, Drake,” Damian said with an eye roll. The effect of his ire was lessened by the blush that was most definitely stealing over his cheeks. “Pennyworth was informed prior to the event and we cleaned up after ourselves. And Marinette is an exemplary baker, she has been baking since she could walk.” 

“Wait, are you telling me Alfred knows about Marinette?” Dick looked offended and Damian wished there was any way he could undo her messages. Or that he had thought to lie and pretend they had snuck around to use the kitchen. Not because he didn't want to offend Dick, but so he could avoid this painful conversation.

“When has Pennyworth ever been unaware of information?” Was all he said though. “Can we please get back to our night of ‘fun’?”

“Fine, we'll get on with the games, but we are so questioning Alfred on this later,” Jason warned as he handed Damian's phone back to him. Knowing there was nothing he could do to stop them, Damian merely grunted assent.

He sent a follow up text in a separate chat so that if Marinette was just replying to her most recently opened chat she wouldn't respond in the group one anymore. But he allowed himself a small grin as he saved the picture of her with her friends, as he always did.

Part 3

[sullina]

I am fucking. Obsessed with the idea of 14 year old Luke in America using his skill of talking to animals for his detective work.

But not just for gathering information.

But also like.

Training some animals to help him in an emergency.

I mean the boy is 14 years old. I highly doubt he really has the strength to go against a grown man looking to harm him, not to mention several. His father surely knows this as well. Clark loves his son and will support him in anything he does, but without the Professor to look out for him, he's pretty concerned about his sons safety.

So what I'm imagining is like

Luke, cornered in alley, alone except for the culprits he just apprehended (on his own. Because... reasons)

And he tries to fight back, but he's still just one guy and doesn't have the strength of someone like Inspector Grosky. He lands maybe a few punches, but the others overwhelm him still.

So what is a 14 year old boy to do in this type of situation?

The only thing he can do.

Luke stands up, slowly rising to his feet. He raises an arm and looks the main culprit in the eyes as he shouts: "TEN THOUSAND CROWS BE UPON YE!!!!!!"

For a second nothing happens and the culprits just laugh. "Did you really thing that would work? Let's get him!"

But then, suddenly, a noise so loud it's deafening. It's like a thousand ocean waves all crashing against a cliff at the same time.

The culprits looks up and the sky is black, when just a second ago, the sun was shining over the entire city.

They'll remember this moment. It's the last moment of peace they'll ever know.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

Birds descend upon them, their beaks like daggers raining from the sky.

The crows won't kill them. Luke has made it clear that that is not acceptable. He has also taught them not to go for the face. He didn't want anyone maimed, after all, no matter how heinous a crime they committed. Fortunately, the crows are smart. That's why Luke picked them for this job, after all.

The culprits are all struggling against the black birds, flailing around uselessy trying to shoo them away, but they've already made the extremely grave error of daring to hurt their friend.

Luke instructs the birds to keep them there to the best of their ability, and if they run, to follow them them closely. In the meantime, he finds the nearest phone box and contacts the police, who, of course, rush to the scene to make sure that he's okay and to catch the culprits. They have no idea what sight awaits them.

When the leading Inspector arrives, he is astounded by what he sees. He questions Luke, how could he apprehend this group of culprits all by himself?

"Is it not clear, Inspector?" Luke chuckles, and instead of a long-winded explanation, decides to simply state the obvious:

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[dcficrecs]

In my last post, I mentioned a series called "Spark in the Dark" by paganpunk2 on FanFiction.net. The first fic in the series is a retelling of Dick Grayson's Robin origin story, and the first installment has 300k words and a hundred chapters. There are seventeen fics in this series, so I'm just going to put the links to all of them in order so I can reread them all in proper order later (the layout of FanFiction.net does not let you save a series as far as I know and it sucks) and in case anyone else wants to read them:

Firework - The story of how Dick Grayson was adopted by Bruce Wayne and starts his crime fighting career as Robin to avenge his parents' murder

Summer Shorts - Short stories about Dick's first summer under Bruce's care

Batfairy - Dick loses a tooth but doesn't believe in the tooth fairy (He is 8 or 9 in this fic)

The Princely Pardon - The Wayne family household has had this tradition of eating a freshly turkey every Thanksgiving, meaning the bird is still alive when it comes to Wayne Manor to be killed for dinner. Dick does not like that idea, so he does what he can to save the turkey

Of Friends and Foes - Dick is having a hard time at school making friends when he meets another young hero, Kid Flash

A Frivolous Holiday - It is Valentine's Day at Dick's school, so Alfred reluctantly helps him make some cards for his classmates.

A Weekend in Bruges - Bruce Wayne is required to go to Bruges, Belgium for a business trip while Dick is sick and Alfred is out of town. Bruce does not cope well with missing his son.

Turkey Song - Dick's pet is nearing the end of its life and he learns about one of the first cases the Justice League ever worked on, and the reason for his pet's sudden demise

Camp Batman - Batman, Robin, Flash, and Kid Flash go camping to help teach them some survival skills.

A Haunting in Central City - Robin and Kid Flash go trick or treating an encounter their first haunted house

Sick Day - Dick comes home from school sick, and Bruce spoils him

Hope - Clark Kent spends the new years with Bruce and Dick, written from Clark's perspective as if it were a journal entry

Instant Gratification - Bruce has Dick complete an exam every two weeks to enrich his education and help him as Robin. Dick becomes inpatient when Bruce is grading his exam.

Phenom - A group of aerialists come to Gotham and Dick watches the show with his best friend Wally West, also known as Kid Flash. Watching aerialists perform makes Dick sad about his past and his old family.

The Boy in the Box - Clark Kent gave Bruce a flash drive containing what he called "Dick's childhood," which was performances of The Flying Graysons

The Ache of Cowardice - This is the only entry in the Spark in the Dark universe that's rated M for mature, and for good reason. HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD: It has graphic depictions of sexual abuse against children and child trafficking. The story is that Dick gets injured as Robin and is forced to go to the hospital (as a civilian), Bruce Wayne almost loses custody because of an evil person who has his own malicious motives. While this is happening, Batman uncovers an absolutely disgusting ploy in Gotham

To Catch A Predator - Bruce, Dick, and Alfred go on a family vacation to a small town known for it's fishing scene and find evidence of crimes being committed that only Batman and Robin can solve, only Batman and Robin left their uniforms at home. Despite the title, this fic is not rated M and does not have any depictions of the crimes committed in the show with the same name

The final fic was last updated 12 years ago in 2012. Although the account was last updated in 2021, nothing has been added to this amazing series. Even though it is incomplete, it doesn't really end on a cliffhanger so if you do choose to read it, you don't have to worry about that. Wherever you are, paganpunk2, I hope you're doing well :)

[codenamesazanka]

The story reads very differently when you take off those villain stan googles, so much that Shigaraki dying feels kind of obvious in hindsight. There's at least more of a set-up for an ending where he dies than for one where he gets rehabilited. Deku never taking a stance of the killing issue and only ever saying that he wants to 'stop' Shigaraki/'save the little boy' should have been a red flag. It's not even subtle. Manga follows a very b/w morality too, always has. I feel dumb now lol

That is indeed one interpretation! That Shigaraki was always fated to die, that Deku's 'save' was going to just be 'saving the heart' so Shigaraki can at least be killed in peace.

But specific to this manga - isn't this story about Heroes being heroes? About saving people? About making a bright future? About touching hearts and taking that first step and going PLUS ULTRA? Doing more than just 'rewarding good and punishing evil'?

It's not even about b/w morality, I don't think. As far as we know, none of the people committing heteromorphic hate crimes are going to be punished. Neither does it seem like the fact that HSPC had a black ops operation going on using trained child soldiers is going to be fully exposed and dealt with and the people involved (who haven't been killed) punished (like such a thing goes all the way up to the top; and has deep roots; if there's any real justice, a whole governmental department should be put on trial). Overhaul and Muscular and Ujiko and nearly all the other less sympathetic villains are alive, so clearly 'horrific crime = mandatory death' is not a thing.

And there were lots of Japanese villain fans who wanted the League to all die not because they're criminals and should be punished, but as a way to escape jail and consequences. To go out with a bang. To never renounce their friendship and ideals because they weren't necessarily wrong, but the world they live in simply can't handle them, or because unfortunately the needs of the many outweighs the desires of the few. Plus, as @stillness-in-green points out:

Firstly, and to get this out of the way, that is a false binary that totally ignores the long history of Shounen Jump villains getting absurd Karma Houdini endings where they walk off into the sunset free as birds because they’ve changed their minds and resolved to be better, or at least have decided mass murder is no longer worth their time and effort.  (Vegeta wasn’t the first mass murderer a Shounen Jump story rewarded with freedom and friendship, nor was he the last.)

And like, Shigaraki dying didn't have to be so badly done. You can write a incredibly good and satisfying character death. This wasn't it. imo.

You had high expectations for the manga. You're right to want something that's hopeful and engaging. If it does turn out that's not what the manga was going for, then it is what it is, but it doesn't mean you were dumb. Sorry, I know I'm relentless in criticizing Deku and saying that his 'save' sucked from the start, but I still fully believed it was just Shonen Punch Therapy. So did a lot of other people. So please don't feel dumb!