#trying new tags… errms..

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Incase anyone didn’t know…. I love barbatos….

A sane amount btw

HEHEHE HSHAHAI I LOVE BARBSTOS!!! HASASHH

[wotay27166]

The (crappy) art of Freakycare

Much like I did in my initial 'final farewell' post (which turned out to not be final post at all because so much shit happened afterwards), I want to focus this post on an aspect that other people have not talked about - the art itself on the new freakycare blog. A lot of other people have talked about how KC refuses to take any accountability and trying to shed culpability, her refusal to acknowledge or apologize to any victims (Emsody being the only one who received so much as a 'sorry' from KC, has since been redacted with the removal of the post from the main blog), or the fact that she has very openly gone all in to publicly post her secret canon material (and pathetically begging proshippers to interact with every post, hungry for attention).

Before we continue I would like to link the donation/commission links of some of the affected victims of KC and her associates: Commission Jeremy Donate to Chaosblast Donate to Toynbeck Donate to Aobasgirlfriend

As well as the response of people KC directly groomed/victimized in light of the new blog (more may be added in the future):

Chaosblast's response (archive) Imani's response (archive) Maddie's response (archive) Fink's response (archive)

And, to any KC bootlicker supporters being like 'errm you wouldn't have found the freakycare blog unless you were looking for it, checkmate antis' I'll copy/paste what I replied to one who was harassing an anticare poster:

Related accounts get recommended to people due to tumblr's algorithm, don't be stupid now. If people follow interact with sparklecare and related tags/blogs, freakycare will come up too because a lot of you goons who post with freakycare tags also have posts on your blogs tagged with sparklecare AND cometcare (some even posting freakycare with those two aforementioned tags in the same post). If the same person is posting with the same art style and the same characters no shit the algorithm will show people. If people had to go out of there way to find it, it is unlikely it would've been found instantly by people. Also peep you, this supposedly anti harassment pro shipper going out of their way to harass and bother this person who's explicitly tagged their post as anticare. Hm! Curious! Maybe you should heed your own mantra and block/move on and curate your own experience by muting tags! But you guys are all hypocrites so who's shocked.

Without further ado, let's talk about how the quality of KC's art has taken a significant dip, especially comparing it to the initial Cometcare, which Freakycare directly parallels. I will not be going for the content itself, I'm sure I would be a broken record saying 'sexual harassment and covert incest is not cute or funny at all, and 'the way it's framed as a normal light hearted thing is abhorrent' over and over. Considering the first 'arc' is also called 'coming out' I think directly comparing being incestual to coming out as queer is quite frankly incredibly insulting.

Rushed art

We'll start with the most basic observation - the art is very rushed. There a distinct lack of care when comes to various aspects of the art that is most evidently seen in the inconsistency in how the frills on Ally's dress lines up between panels, nor how the bow does not connect properly. They are inconsistent and change wildly between panels that are right next to each other. It looks terrible.

Missing features

In various panels very basic assets of the character's design are just not there, such as Ally missing a star on her cheek so she has 3 instead of 4, the sleeves missing their frill lines, and Sly constantly missing the glasses' temples. Below you will also see Ally's whiskers disappearing periodically.

Copy/Paste job

It is actually not uncommon for artists to use the same panel with minor altercations between panels. HOWEVER, this is something that was not in the original Cometcare, as KC used to redraw the same pose entirely between asks. In Freakycare, however, this copy/pasting of panels is used extensively. Much less effort and in some cases, the erasing of the previous panel hasn't been done properly so there's distinct leftovers between them in the lineart.

Imprecise lineart

The lineart often doesn't connect properly or overshoots where it should stop. This also leads to things like weird dents in Ally's facial stars patterns.

Bad anatomy

Anatomy is of course subjective depending on style, but at the very least one would hope for consistency, or things making sense connecting to the body wise.

Cometcare VS Freakycare

Cometcare first, and then Freakycare second. I don't think it's controversial to say I think the art in Freakycare is worse in every single way. The shapes are much wobblier looking, the anatomy is worse, the character figures look stiffer, the speech bubble placement is less cohesive, etc.

In conclusion, this is quite literally slop. It is sloppy, rushed, and little care has been put into the art. I feel even if you are a proshipper incest lover, your standards should 100% be higher - this is the garbage you settle for? I guess quality doesn't matter when to someone who enjoys this content, the mere notion of incest being present is like having keys jangled in front of one's face to entertain them. It is no exaggeration to say not a single panel has any care put into it. KC is capable of better art, she just doesn't have a reason to try anymore. KC thoroughly rinsed money out of her former fanbase through patreon, and the merch drops - anyone left doesn't care.

KC gave up working on Sparklecare, and turned her back on the people who loyally enjoyed what came before for this. It is sad that the instant gratification from people who clap like seals for anything 'problematic' has caused KC's art and writing to degrade significantly. KC does not care what people think or believe, and that 100% extends to the victims of her and her associates. KC feels no remorse for doing things such as retraumatizing a fellow victim of incest in Imani, or triggering her partner so bad new alters of a traumagenic system were created to cope in Chaos, or willfully ignoring those who have reached out about her groomer pals. To KC, her fictional animals matter more than the real people she has hurt.

In addition I would argue this outright unsafe for KC to be doing, considering her family home living situation. Being back publicly to do so has further put a spotlight on her, and her actions.

Look who's in the likes, Woofles who groomed a 15 year old and is a self admitted pedophile/zoophile. Jk-tech too, who you may remember actively defended Oddballs, the real CSEM trafficking site. This is the type of person KC wants to cater to now.

And the greatest irony of all of course, is how page 161 from Sparklecare V2 directly calls out behaviour like KC's.

If you want something like Sparklecare or Cometcare to fill the void and not support KC, there's always the various projects by former fans.

In the future a few month down the line when more former fan projects are out I may make a second/continuation post promoting them.

[dame-zoom-a-lot]

Prompt: Marriage of Inconvenience | Word Count: 742 | Rating: T | POV: Jeff| Relationships: Jeff / Chrissy | CW: N/A | Tags: Recreational alcohol use, domestic fluff

This is an entry for @corrodedcoffinfest's May Mayhem Bingo.

warning: this is nothing but fluff, just pure 100% sugar

ao3 link

If You Like Pina Colatas

Chrissy is giggling and swaying when she walks in. Her face is covered in glitter. Her normally neat ponytail is teased up a messy bun that looks suspiciously like Eddie's. She's wearing long fake nails that's already starting to fall off. Whoever applied it was either very drunk, or very distracted. Probably both.

"Hey babe," Jeff calls out. He moves to the fridge. She's going to need a lot of water and some ibuprofen. "How was girl's night?"

"The. Best," Chrissy says, flailing her arms wide, and smiling even wider. "We found this poor girl who was crying because some guy stood her up!"

"Asshole. Man aren't shit."

"Right?! Man aren't shit," Chrissy says, nodding hard and long, "so I fixed her makeup. Then Eddie helped her find a new, better date. Then Robin taught her Italian until the guy showed up."

"Busy night," Jeff comments. Chrissy doesn't look like she's in a hurry to get off the doorsteps. So Jeff walks over and starts helping her out of her coat. He heroically resists the urge to bury his nose into her soft, glittery, strawberry-scented neck.

"And we went over to Eddie's, and he did this henna for us!" Chrissy nearly punches Jeff as she shows off the very messy concentric circles on her arms. Man. He's going to make fun of Eddie for weeks.

"That looks great love," Jeff says, laughing, "now. Can I get you some water?"

"Yeah, yeah," Chrissy says, "but we gotta do something first."

"What?"

"Go stand over there," she orders, pointing at their kitchen island. Jeff shrugs and does as he's told. That's where his hangover prevention stuff are anyway.

She waits until he's at his station then pats her hair and straightens her dress. She looks at him, winks, then saunters over.

"Hey there beautiful," she breathes out, "you come here often?"

"Uh…"

"Play along," she stage whispers before cocking her head and throwing him an absolutely devastatingly adorkable wink.

"Oh uh, ok." Jeff clears his throat. "Sorry. I'm very flattered, but I'm already married," he says, trying not to laugh. He shows off their matching wedding tattoo on his wrist—Eddie's wedding gift.

Chrissy's eyes narrow, and she hisses when Jeff dissolves into a fit of giggles.

She doesn't give up easily though. She never does.

"Aww really?" she says, coyly. She surges into Jeff's space, traces her long, delicate fingers along his bicep, "I bet I'm prettier though."

"You are very pretty," Jeff agrees, "but I don't think it'd be fair to try to compete with her. Most beautiful girl you ever did see. Blinding smile. Skin just naturally smells like berries and sweetness and the best thing you've ever tasted. Hair so soft you wouldn't believe."

Chrissy stammers and blushes furiously. She ducks her head and hides a shy smile behind her hand. "Erm… so ok. She does sound very pretty," she says. "But errm… is she smart though? Because boy, I could give you so many riveting rounds of Magic the Gathering you won't know what hit you."

"Sorry doll," Jeff says. He gently cups her face to lift it up and puts the glass of water on her plush lips. She starts to gulp it down, watching him through giant eyes. "Also smart. You know me and the boys were tearing our hair out because we couldn't figure out this stupid amp system. Then she just looked up some serial numbers. Went over some forums. Then figured out how to get that thing working in five minutes flat?"

She squeaks. Jeff takes away the water before she can choke.

"And she's so kind. Just helped out a random stranger today at the bar because it was the right thing to do. Even though she was having a girl's night with friends she barely gets to see because she's so in demand at her job," Jeff shakes his head with feigned gravity, "only downside of living with her actually. She's so good at everything she does that she becomes absolutely indispensable wherever she goes. Never a spare minute. Poor girl."

"Wherever?" Chrissy asks, eyes wide, mouth glossy. Jeff strokes her cheek and slips her some ibuprofen.

"Yeah, wherever, especially in this house."

She ducks her head and giggles again. "You sap!" She protests, hitting him on the chest.

"Can't help it," he says, pulling her into a kiss. She melts into him, a perfect puddle of warmth and vodka and joy.

[drinkitfrommymouthsuou]

Bonjour!

outofroses; Good morning, my darlings! It is such a pretty day outside. I hope everyone is doing well! I'll be around today! Continuing with replies and answering asks. I know I have a lot on my plate...sooo errm.

RPS To Respond to:

A Meeting Of Kings @shiroi---kumo

The king & his bard @dragontamer05

When Winter Becomes Spring @moonsmultimusings

Something New Something Exciting @howlofthewolf

Running @a-basket-of-muses

A Girl Named Angel RP (we dont have a name! We need a name for the RP! lol) @a-girl-named-angel

Rainy RP @misterixn-islands

DnAngel RP @dnangelic

Edward and Al are teachers at Ouran??? @cursedalchemybrothers

RP w/ Mellie @ofteaandmagic

Starters that Need to be Written:

@lcnnypooh (I have to write a starter for you, darling!)

@ofsnarkandmagic (we talked about me writing a starter here, I think! I know I have an ask to answer for you!)

[[Insert surprise starter here for someone---its a secret lol]]

@txrmentedbydxrkness (YGO verse starter! Tamaki finally learns what Pot Of Greed does!)

I am putting this up because I want to make sure I havent missed anyone! I know I have a number of asks in my inbox to answer, as well. If I have missed you, let me know. Comment/like/DM me. I feel bad if I missed anyone xD I try to remember as much as possible.

I appreciate everyone's patience with me! I know I am not fast but I love you all and do want to interact as much as possible.

Also, idk why my tumblr doesnt save my tags. xD So annoying. literally am opening my notepad up again where I have all of my tags to copy and paste. Sometimes I wish it was like magic.

Edit:!!! I knew I'd forget but I havent forgotten because we've been chatting about ships this morning loL!!

RP w/ Yami and the Chaos Trio lol @kurai-honoo

Also, some of these have links, some don't. I have a rp tracker that doesnt track all of the rps fsr. So ..the ones that are unlinked I have a direct source to! Ones that are linked I don't have a direct source and do not want to lose!

[lizziestudieshistory]

Mid Year Book Freak Out 2023

Thanks for tagging me @dauen! I was worried I wouldn't have enough answers this year as I've been more eclectic than usual with my reading, but I do 😅 And apologies for the frequent mention of le Guin, 2023 is the year of Ursula K. le Guin for me!

1. Best book you've read so far...

The Red and the Black by Stendhal

I was surprised when I was swept away by the second half of this book, it not only made me love the second volume but gave me a new appreciation of what Stendhal did in the first volume. I'm still thinking about The Red and the Black months later and it's a strong contender for my favourite book of the year.

However, there were two book I could have mentioned that were new reads for me, but I've gone with this as the other is...

2. Best sequel you've read so far...

The Tombs of Atuan by Ursula K. Le Guin

This did something to my brain, as much as I'm thinking about The Red and the Black, I'm obsessed with The Tombs of Atuan. The atmosphere, le Guin's writing, and Tenar came together to create an almost perfect (for me) story.

3. New release...

Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson

By default... I've only read Tress so far - I didn't even particularly enjoy Tress 😬

4. Most anticipated release of the second half of the year...

Errm none? I've got no idea what's going on with new releases because I'm trying to clear my blacklist and physical tbr.

5.a. Biggest disappointment...

The Leviathan by Rosie Andrews or Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

I've separated biggest disappointment and most hated this year because they really do belong in different categories (see 5.b). Both of these would've been great for someone else... I shouldn't have read The Leviathan as a specialist in 17th century, it ended up annoying me with it's blend of history and story. Howl's Moving Castle just isn't my cup of tea, it was a bit too whimsical and it rubbed me up the wrong way.

5.b. Most hated...

Witches: James I and the English Witch-Hunts by Tracy Borman

I've made no secret of how this one pissed me off with it's bad faith portrayal of James I and the witch-hunts in England. I was left seething when reading it, so it deserved it's own spot in a created category.

6. Biggest surprise...

The Poetry of Christina Rossetti

I'm typically not a poetry girl, and when I have read it I've tended to prefer epic and narrative poetry. So when I picked up a collection of Rossetti's poetry I expected to find it tedious... However, I loved exploring her poetry! I now how copies of my favourites in my commonplace book and she's inspired me to try more poetry in the future.

7. Favourite new author (debut or new to you)...

Ursula K. Le Guin

Without a doubt she is a new favourite. I've read so many essays and short stories, watched pretty much every speech she gave that I can, and, of course, been in awe as I've read through the first half of Earthsea.

8. Newest fictional crush/favourite character...

Ged from the Earthsea Cycle

I've spent far too long trying to think of a non-le Guin new favourite character... But it's definitely Ged.

9. A book that made you cry...

None!

10. A book that made you happy...

Emma by Jane Austen

Emma always makes me happy and it's the happiest I've been so far this year.

11. Favourite adaptation...

I haven't watched anything new 😅 I rewatched House of the Dragon which was better the second time around, and Emma 2020 is always a favourite - but I don't think they count.

12. Prettiest cover...

Ivanhoe by Sir Walter Scott

I haven't really bought that many pretty books as I've mainly shopped second hand this year... So, it's probably this vintage copy of Ivanhoe, but we have room for improvement!

13. A book/books you need before the end of the year...

Oh I have a stack, but some off the top of my head:

A Brightness Long Ago by Guy Gavriel Kay

Fugitive Prince by Janny Wurts

The Charterhouse of Parma by Stendhal (technically I started this, but I got distracted by other French novels... Oops)

Lady Audley's Secret by Mary Elizabeth Bradden

Silas Marner by George Eliot

Tagging: @oneanxiousstudybuddy and @dooareyastudy (I think you haven't been tagged yet but could have missed it, sorry if you have 😅)

[persephonescat]

Birds and Other Supernatural Phenomenons

Hiiii! This is… long. Probably the longest chapter I’m going to have, but it’s all only one scene and I just couldn’t cut it in half. Thank you for your comments! They make my whole week! Some of you pointed out a few mistakes in the last chapter, I hope it’s all good now! ^^ And please tell me if there are any weird sentences or typos or anything. Multiple people told me that the last chapter’s storm came very suddenly, so I re-read the sixth chapter and as it turns out, the sentence about the weather was lost in the editing. It all looked very dark and moody in my head, so I didn’t notice there was no description of it. Thank you for telling me, I’m definitely going to correct that.

(I think we should call this fic BaOSP in the future when we’re just talking about it in the comments or on Discord or just in general, bc this title is really long… The title and the tags will stay the same of course, it’s just that from now on, BaOSP is the official (???) shortened version of it.)

Damian meets Marinette, I REPEAT, DAMIAN MEETS MARINETTE.

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Ch. 8: Lord Annoyance

It was Monday night and Damian Wayne already hated the week.

Tim finally passed out on Saturday and did nothing but sleep all weekend, so on one hand, now he was capable of speaking in full sentences. On the other hand, all of his sentences were about the process of etching and nobody knew why, so it wasn’t any less problematic.

Dick came home with several holes in his shoe and refused to speak about it.

Jason didn’t eat anything but pork for a week straight and this morning he swore to go vegetarian.

Bruce was in the process of finding new hobbies - Tim said it was midlife crisis, Jason said the old man was finally going crazy and Cass was out of town, so she just yelled at them via video chat. Barbara and Steph laughing their asses off every time the topic came up didn’t help either, but after seeing the anvil in the living room while going to get breakfast, Damian was starting to agree with Jason.

On top of it all, some idiot under the name of Dark Nomad killed a chicken, painted obscene pictures on the walls of one of Bruce’s apartments with its blood, then for some reason, they stole some garden interior and part of the fence. Just fantastic.

And guess who had to track him down and arrest him? Robin. Because his family was a bunch of freaking sadists.

On top of it all, when he finally arrived on the rooftop where the petty villain was spotted two days in a row, the idiot wasn’t alone.

Robin landed quietly, hid behind a metal staircase leading the upper parts of the building and stopped to listen to the conversation going down between the two shadowy forms. He was already planning revenge in the back of his mind - it would’ve been ridiculously easy to poison at least two out of his three brothers. Not too badly but enough for them to have an unpleasant couple of days.

“Did you manage to sleep during the day, or should I be worried about you suddenly falling down from here because of exhaustion?” one of the forms asked flatly, a young girl sitting on the edge of the roof. She looked tiny compared to the Nomad sitting beside her, but she didn’t seem to be afraid at all. Her body language was taunting and open, her dark hair shimmered in the light coming from the streets below as she turned her head towards the boy. She had a slight French accent.

“Nah, I had double English in the afternoon, so I’m good,” the Nomad said, playing with a stray thread on his hoodie. “You?”

“I slept on the bus…” the girl started, trailing off. She tilted her head, concentrating on something. “Could you give me a minute?” she asked, standing up. For a moment, Damian felt relieved. She was already leaving.

Then she turned towards him.

She could’ve just heard something. She could’ve just checked out the area. It could’ve been a coincidence, but she was staring right at him, even though he was sure he wasn’t visible in the dark.

She walked towards his hiding place with no hesitation or fear. He was standing there motionlessly as she got closer. He studied her form, looking for weapons and weak points. She was wearing a warm cardigan with jeans and dark boots. He eyed her scarf and gloves suspiciously. It wasn’t that cold, but he didn’t see anything hidden in them.

Her red lipstick matched her scarf, her hair was tied into a loose braid coming forward at the side of her neck, dancing gracefully when a light breeze caught it. Her body language was still way too open and she foolishly grabbed the railing of the staircase before peeking behind it, leaving her torso even more vulnerable.

If he was ever planning on confronting her, he would’ve changed his mind after that. She was clearly harmless when it came to physical combat.

What the hell was she doing here, then?

“Can I help you?” she asked, looking at where his mask covered his eyes. Her voice was toneless and her accent was gone. Robin wondered if he was just imagining it earlier. Maybe he was too deep in his thoughts to pay attention.

It happened a lot nowadays. Him, getting lost in his thoughts and not paying attention. At first, it annoyed him - and scared the living daylight out of him, not as if he was about to tell that to anyone. Now he knew it was part of being human. It meant he was getting healthier, as Alfred put it. Making mistakes was part of life and he wanted to have a life, right?

Yes, he did.

Sometimes he looked at Bruce and his sorry brothers and realized that he already had a one. It made him feel weird. Happy, probably, but it was a new kind of happy. It made him want to smile at the most random times and help Alfred with chores. It made him have this… desire to go after Bruce when he disappeared to his garden to calm down, to bring home some donuts for Dick every time he passed that shop he liked, to take Jason to Disneyland on his birthday, to make Cass smile more often, to pull up the security footages from the Cave on his computer, so he could check on Tim without him knowing.

It was terrifying and he wouldn’t have changed it for anything in the world.

“Robin?” the girl asked impatiently. Damn, he zoned out. He cleared his throat, trying to find the right thing to say.

“Errm… do you realize you are sitting with a criminal?” Good job, Damian, your brothers would be proud. Why not ask her her favorite color too, maybe that will help. He was prepared to hear Jason’s amused words through the comms, but surprisingly, his brother stayed quiet.

“Are you concerned about my safety?” The girl narrowed her eyes.

He straightened his back and cleared his mind.

“Actually, I’m here to arrest the Dark Nomad,” he told her, trying to sound professional. Not as if it mattered anymore.

“Why?”

“Damaging private property, theft, and vandalism.”

“Could you elaborate? Picking flowers in a park could be considered all three of those.” Her voice was mocking now.

Damian stared at her. She was at least a head shorter than him, with no weapons. He was Robin. She was either incredibly dangerous or very stupid, and he had a hard time believing in the first scenario.

“He killed an animal, draw obscene pictures on the street with its blood, did damage that’s repairing will take hundreds of dollars, stole garden interior… should I continue?”

“When did he do all that?” the girl asked. She didn’t seem surprised at all.

“Why would I tell you?” frowned Robin. “I’m here to arrest him, that’s the only important thing.” Harmless or not, she was getting annoying.

“Well, you can’t legally make arrests given that you’re not a police officer, which means that you have absolutely no reason to be here. You might as well go home,” she explained simply. Her voice was toneless again, she spoke as if she was just stating facts, - which she did, after all.

Damian’s blood was starting to boil. Did the psychopaths roaming this city have a right to murder people? No. Did they have any right to hurt civilians? No. Was any of the things they did legal? No.

Who was this kid to come and tell him about rights, when his family seemed to be the only ones protecting them?

The girl was looking at him as if she was staring into his soul, then suddenly, she smirked.

“Not as if that would stop you,” she said, and Robin looked at her quizzically. “But I have a feeling that you’re after the wrong guy, so if you told me when he did all that, it would clear a few things.”

He was lost. What did this girl want? She was too weird to be stupid. She let the railing go now and was standing with her arms at her sides, her head slightly tilted.

“Today, between two and three AM,” he told her finally, curious about her reaction.

She stared right into his eyes, even though his mask was hiding them and said, “He was with me.”

Robin didn’t see anything about her body language betraying her, but she must’ve noticed he didn’t believe her because she continued.

“We were talking about Tamás Vekerdy and Bruno Bettelheim. They’re psychologists who often write about children. He arrived around midnight, and when he left it was already past five in the morning, so there is no way he could’ve done anything unless he has an evil twin.”

He scoffed angrily. When he spoke again, he was hissing the words from behind his clenched teeth.

“These things don’t take long. He might’ve just slipped away for a few minutes and came back, unless of course if you were in the same position for five hours.” He might’ve also growled a little. He was standing only inches from her now, looming over her.

“That’s not too hard to check, your Highness.” She cocked her head and held his gaze fearlessly. “Where did all this happen?”

He was about to bite back but he stopped abruptly.

Okay, so he might’ve been a little wrong. If the girl was telling the truth, the guy should’ve disappeared for at least one and a half hours to get to the scene from here. Not as if that meant anything, she could’ve easily lied. He just didn’t notice it.

A voice saved him from having to answer.

“Marinette? Is everything okay?” The Dark Nomad was walking towards them. When he noticed Robin, a terrified expression took over his confused one. He was about to go and stand between the girl and the vigilante when she lifted her arm to stop him, not moving her gaze away from Robin. The Nomad looked like a caged animal but didn’t try to fight her.

“Lord Annoyance here states that last night, you cloned yourself between The Book of Diaries and NurtureShock, and went to draw booties and steal a bunch of garden gnomes.”

The Nomad opened his mouth to say something but Robin beat him to it.

“Okay, so first of all, it wasn’t just "booties” and they were drawn with blood, which makes it considerably worse.“ Jason, who was listening to everything he said trough the comms the whole time, chose that moment to burst out laughing. He did his best to ignore him.

"Second of all, a lot of things were stolen, not just…” yep, that sentence was a bad idea, “Garden gnomes.”

“Why do you think he did it in the first place?” the girl, - Marinette cut back.

“It was private property. There was a camera.”

“Whose?”

He took a second to consider the possible fallback of the answer. The existence of Bruce Wayne wasn’t a secret. Neither was the fact that he owned multiple buildings around the city. Maybe it was going to scare the villain enough that he confesses.

“Bruce Wayne’s,” he said finally. The girl’s undisturbed expression made him feel uneasy. “Have you heard of him?”

“Oh, you mean that’s who the big ass tower in the middle of the city is named after? I thought it was the ship name of watery rain or way of pain or something.” Her words were dripping from sarcasm.

‘Who are you talking to? What did they say?’ asked Jason like an excited child but Damian once again ignored him.

“Well, I’m sorry, but his alibi is pretty shaky, you know. Villains can be very convincing here, in case you didn’t notice.” He didn’t think this guy could convince anyone, but it was possible.

“Yeah, his ski mask really makes me shake in fear,” Marinette said flatly.

The villain finally got a chance to say something but his moment didn’t last long.

“It’s not a-”

“Yes, it is. Shut up.” Marinette pinched the bridge of her nose. “He is wearing a hoodie and a mask ever since… birth, probably. How did anyone recognize him?”

“He left his signature,” Robin told her. He wasn’t even angry anymore, he was just very annoyed.

Marinette froze. She almost seemed to forget about Robin as she finally broke eye contact and turned around.

“You… have a signature?” she asked the Dark Nomad, who was still standing behind her, ready to jump at any moment.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times. It reminded Robin of a distressed duck.

“Kinda,” he said quietly.

“Why would you do that?” asked Marinette, gesticulating wildly.

“It’s part of the aesthetic, okay?” he explained with a hurt expression.

“Hey, I’m accusing you of a crime here!” reminded them Robin. This was taking way longer than he wanted it to.

Marinette once again turned to him, let out a deep breath and arranged her face into a more professional expression.

Finally.

“Right,” she started seriously. She gave him a second to compose himself, then continued. “Boobs.”

The Dark Nomad snorted, but Marinette just gave him an unimpressed look and let out an exasperated sigh.

“Okay, so tell Mr. Wayne, that he should be looking for another idiot because I was looking after this one at the time.”

Before he could answer, he heard Jason’s voice in his ear.

'There is a robbery going down at Chucko’s. I’m going in.’

Damian cursed quietly.

“Don’t. Wait for me. I’ll be there in two,” he told him, placing his fingers on the comm so the two people standing in front of him knew he wasn’t speaking to them.

“I have to go,” he told them quickly, then took off before they could do as much as blink.

***

Marinette ran after the vigilante but stopped at the edge of the roof. She saw a dark form jumping over rooftops. After a few seconds, it disappeared and relief rushed over her body.

She was way too tired to think about how she just got into an argument with one of Gotham’s heroes.

She closed her eyes and turned to go back to her room. She needed to sleep. A lot.

“You’re kinda terrifying when you’re sleep-deprived, did you know that?” said Jeremy, coming out from behind the metal staircase.

“I always am,” answered Marinette, still not opening her eyes.

“Do you mean terrifying or sleep-deprived?” asked Jeremy confusedly.

Marinette gave him a small wave, then climbed back to the hotel without a word.

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Mean Girls Part 2

A/N okay so part one blew up in two days so  wow thanks so much and i have been requested for a part two  so here it is if you want more just ask ill be happy to and if you want to be tagged by all means just ask 

Wednesday Lunch

“Look at you that top is so cute Y/N” Liz exclaimed as Y/N sat down at the table 

“thanks erm i think its Gucci-” 

“SHUT UP !! let me see the tag” Liz stood rounding the table to look at the tag on Y/N top “holy shit its even better its the Chanel knit sweater ” Liz screamed sitting next to Y/N 

Beckie leaned in in began to speak in a hushed tone “well seeming as you are one of us now its time to lay down some ground rules: Number one You cant wear a tank top two days in a row, and only have your hair in a pony tail once a week and you chose today which is fine.” Y/N smiled

 “oh and we only wear Jeans or track suits on Friday's oh and if you break any of these rules you cant sit with us at lunch and not just you but any of us so like if i was wearing jeans today i would be sat over there at the weirdo table” 

Beckie motioned to the table Ned and Peter were being adorable dorks

 “oh and we always vote to see if you can eat lunch with us because you have to be considerate to the rest of the group, like you wouldn't by a skirt without asking us first if it looks good on you”

“i wouldn’t” Y/N became lost she had no idea this is normal girl world stuff she just lived on 5 cups of coffee, 2 hours of sleep and mainly spent free time in the Lab with her dad  or helping the Avengers on missions being the ‘guy in the chair’

“Exactly” Beckie Finished tucking into her salad, Y/N was overwhelmed with information 

for the next 2 minuets the table sat in silence Y/N Looked over at Peter he had his right hand holding his head whilst he dreamily watched his girlfriend Y/N let out a giggle waving to him, he noticed and nearly choked on his sandwich as he fumbled around trying to wave back Y/N stifled her laugh earning her a questionable look from the plastics. Liz opened up her sandwich 

“hey is Butter a carb?”

“what?” Y/N was confused she could understand her dad asking this question when he was sleep deprived and running off gluten free waffles but the ex head of the decathlon was a new level,

“Ugh whatever im getting cheese fries” Beckie watched Liz leave for the line before asking 

“So Y/N got you eye on any guys here?”

“errm well peter and I have been dating for a few months-”

“OMG NO You can’t Date Peter he was Lizs ex boyfriend he left her at homecoming alone! friends ex boyfriends are of limits to friends thats like the rules of feminism  

“thats not it works”

“i wont tell Liz what you said it will be our little secret”

“what secret?”Liz spoke her mouth full of chips 

“oh you know th-”

“OMG you should totes invite Y/N to your house tonight liz” Britney interrupts twirling her hair between her fingers  

“totes, so do you wanna come over?”

“oh errm ill have to-” Y/N hesitated 

“great see you after school” and with that Liz, Beckie and Britney left in unison.

“Hey Y/N how was being a plastic?” peter slung his arm Y/N planting a kiss on her temple, 

“horrible i bet” MJ answered with a smirk 

“horrible is an understatement she thought butter was a carb and now i’m invited to go over to her house tonight” Y/N whined dropping her head in hers hands 

“but tonight is Lego and star wars night!!” 

“Yeah Y/N you said you were going to help me and Ned finish the new rebel base” Peter looked at his girlfriend pulling her into a hug 

“god you three are such nerds anyway see you nerds later”

“Bye MJ,, Look i tried to get out of i really did and-” before y/N could finish Liz, Britney and Beckie pulled up in a porche

“GET IN LOSER WERE GOING”

“ill see you later” y/n Kissed peter goodbye before getting in the car 

“Wow your house is so nice” Y/N commented looking at the modern structure  trying not to sound mean 

“i know right” Liz said smugly strolling to the front door before Y/N could follow Beckie pulled her to one side 

“make sure you check out her moms boob job there hard as rocks” Y/N was shocked by the comment as she continued into the house she followed the plastics to the kitchen

“im home” Liz shouted  the sound of music blasted from the tv as an older woman dressed head to toe in a pink velvet track suit emerged from behind the counter 

“Hey, hey, hey how are my girlfriends?” she smiled 

“Hey Ms. Toomes this is Y/N Stark” Beckie greeted motion towards Y/N

“well hello” sh 

“Oh hi”

“Welcome to our home Y/N” she walked towards Y/N embracing her into a hug ‘Holy Shit this is like trying to hug dad in his suit’ Y/n thought as the woman crushed her with her chest 

“i Just want you to know if you need anything don’t be shy okay.. there are no rules in this house im not like a regular mom im a cool mom right liz”

“please stop talking”  Liz smiled walking towards her room with the others in tow 

“okay im gonna make you girls a hump day treat ” she called after them 

“This is your room?” Y/N asked, compared to hers it was kind of small she moved around the bed looking at various pictures and books Liz had on the shelves 

“well it was my parents room before dad got locked up so i got it instead” Liz took off her shoes and headed towards the mirror 

Y/N noticed a picture of Peter and Liz on homecoming she felt a pain shoot through her body Why would she have a picture of peter and her together? she thought before being interrupted 

“omg i like love this song, Hey Y/N do you even know who sings this?” Liz asked as she noticed Y/N looking at the picture

“err the spice girls?” Y/N didnt care she only listened to old rock songs or anything that her dad was playing in the lab 

“haha omg that’s so cute shes like an alien” Liz laughed 

“OMG My hips are huge” Britney cried 

“oh please i hate my calves” 

“Ugh at least you can wear halters i have man shoulders” Liz whined

Y/N only new a person could be either fat or skinny but since knowing the plastics she found that so much could be wrong. Y/N train of thought derailed as all three of the girls looked at her “Oh um i have really bad sense of fashion” before anyone could comment Lizs mom entered the room 

“Hey you guys happy hour is from 4 to 6″ Ms Toomes walked in carrying a tray of  cocktails, the girls each took one Y/N looked at the red concoction#

 “hey um is there alcohol in this?” Y/N asked hesitantly picking up the glass if her dad found out she had even a drop of alcohol before her 21st birthday there would be hell to play   

Ms. Toomes gasped “oh god hunny no what kind of mother do you think i am ... why do you want a little bit if you are going to drink id rather you do it in the house”

“Oh no thank you” Y/N sipped the cocktail avoiding eye contact with the woman 

“Oh my god look at this” Britney sighed pulling out a pink book labled ‘Burn Book’

“ugh i haven't looked at that in ages”

“come check it out Y/N its our Burn Book we cut out girls pictures from the year book and write stuff about them” beckie and britney flipped through the pages “Mary Jane the-” 

“wait who is that next to her” Britney asked pointing to Ned 

“oh that’s Ned hes to Dorky to function” Y/N said earning a laugh from the girls 

“thats funny put that in” Liz  laughed ‘oh shit i guess it was only okay when peter and MJ said it’ Y/N thought “hey errm thanks for inviting me over but i have to go” 

“so soon such a shame Y/N well see you tomorrow!” Liz pouted hugging Y/N goodbye 

“Hey screwdriver how was school?” Tony greeted his daughter as she entered the tower Y/N threw herself on the couch face first getting a sympathetic pat on the head from Nat 

“horrible this sweater is so itchy, i had dinner with the three stooges and i was asked if butter was a carb” 

“is it a carb?” 

“SHUT UP BARTON” Tony and y/N shouted in unison at Clint who threw his hands up in response,

A/N: Heck this was slightly longer than i anticipated but here it is mean girls part 2 enjoy i had a lot of fun writing this i might do a part 3 if you want XX ~Jess

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Last TV Show I watched: Monk 

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When did your blog reach its peak: one or two years ago, I don’t know when people became interested in teaco but most followers don’t talk to me at all lol

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Favorite colors: a peachy color and light blue (also black, 2011 inner emo)

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Favorite Characters: the old man from ‘Up’ (sorry if I made you cry), Maccachin from yoi

What are you wearing right now: giant black sweater, black leggings and fluffy socks that look like racoons

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