#and I'm not going to do justice to him if I would do that just now

[landoughnut]

Puppy Plans - CL16

masterlist - request

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: leo somehow escaped charles' apartment in monaco, and when a girl who lives nearby finds him, charles decides he needs to know you

w/c & a/n: smau | send in ideas for charles I beg 😩

yourusername

liked by friend1, bestfriend, friend2, user1, and 896 others yourusername I found this cute puppy in my yard, I'm going to kidnap him 🎀

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friend1 HELP ME

bestfriend GIRL YOU CAN'T KIDNAP A DOG 😭

yourusername if it's cute then yes I can

friend2 girl that is definitely someone's dog... maybe you should go knock on doors 🙂

yourusername but hes happy here eating a pup cup 🤧

friend2 yourusername what if his owner sues you

yourusername friend2 I'd win in court for animal abandonment 💪

friend3 AWH HE LOOKS SO SOFTTTT ♥︎ by author

yourusername update: I'm going to return him, he ate my favorite pair of shoes 😔

friend4 NOOOO I NEED TO MEET HIM FIRST

yourusername friend3 BUT HES A MENACE

friend4 yourusername ... a cute one 🥹 ♥︎ by author

user1 I'm getting puppy fever omg

user2 am I tripping or is that leo leclerc

user3 I WAS THINKING THAT

yourusername who is leo 🥸

user3 yourusername GIRL??? charles leclercs puppy....

yourusername user3 you say that like I'm supposed to know who that is

bestfriend user3 excuse her... she lives under a rock

yourusername oh I looked him up and he's so fine holy 😍 

bestfriend charles_leclerc

friend1 charles_leclerc

friend3 charles_leclerc

user2 charles_leclerc

user5 charles_leclerc

arthur_leclerc charles_leclerc

friend4 ARTHUR???

yourusername OH MY GOSH YALL SHUT UPPPPP

charles_leclerc yourusername I see leo's in good hands 😉

yourusername I'm going to kill myself.

yourusername charles_leclerc HOW DO I KNOW YOU'RE NOT LYING ABOUT HIM BEING YOURS

charles_leclerc yourusername why would I lie about this 🤨

charles_leclerc why am I arguing over my dog yourusername dm me so I can pick him up please 🙏

yourusername charles_leclerc fine...

user6 WHY ARE WE SO CASUAL ABOUT CHARLES LECLERC BEING IN YOUR COMMENTS???!!!??!

yourusername Idk man I live in monaco so I suppose this isn't that crazy

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, lando, carlossainz55, arthur_leclerc, and 1,952,170 others charles_leclerc reunited 💪🐾

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bestfriend yourusername BROOO WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU MET UP ?!?!?!?!?!?!??!

yourusername IM SORRY ILL TELL YOU LATER

arthur_leclerc yourusername  can I gossip with you guys too 🥰 charles keeps going on about you and it's getting annoying

charles_leclerc arthur_leclerc WHY ARE YOU TELLING THEM THAT ⁉️

carlossainz55 hermano do you have a crush? 😏

charles_leclerc MON DIEU NO ‼️

carlossainz55 charles_leclerc it's okay to admit it, talking about feelings is important 🙂‍↕️

charles_leclerc carlossainz55 PLEASE ENOUGH THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING

lando why are we making fun of charles

lando can I join

arthur_leclerc lando leo escaped his apartment and ended up at some girls place who lives near by and he found her through insta and then they met up to return leo and now charles is obsessed with her

charles_leclerc pass me the gun.

yourusername charles_leclerc so you think I'm pretty 😍 I like my men obsessed

charles_leclerc yourusername whattttt haha who said that 😅

lando charles_leclerc and yourusername sitting in a tree, k i s s i n g

charles_leclerc oh my gosh.

lando first comes love, then comes marriage

charles_leclerc lando die.

lando then comes the baby in a baby carriage

carlossainz55 UNBLOCK ME PLEASE ITS LANDO IM SORRY

yourusername justice for lando ✊

carlossainz55 yourusername thank you. I like you

charles_leclerc carlossainz55 just for that you are staying blocked 🥰

carlossainz55 charles_leclerc NOOOO IM SORRY

user7 dang this was chaotic af

user8 charles made himself look extra good for this post to impress a certain someone 😏

user9 he doesn't have to even try though

yourusername user9 exactly

arthur_leclerc yourusername now hes blushing

charles_leclerc arthur_leclerc LEAVE ME ALONE

yourusername I'm not doing anything tomorrow 😊 in case you want to do something

charles_leclerc YES PLEASE

charles_leclerc I mean, yeah sure

georgerussell63 🍿🍿

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, carlossainz55, arthur_leclerc, f1, and 2,873,611 others charles_leclerc merci beaucoup leo ❤️

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yourusername 💗 ♥︎ by author

charles_leclerc ❤️

carlossainz55 congrats hermano 🥳 ♥︎ by author

lando YAY IM BACKKKKK

lando 🙂

user10 why are you being so dry

lando user10 im scared to say anything cause he will block me again

charles_leclerc lando im glad you're intimidated

arthur_leclerc YAYY A NEW BESTIE

yourusername you know it 😎

charles_leclerc shoo.

scuderiaferrari bella coppia ♥︎ by author

yourusername grazie mille 🫶

lewishamilton now we just need leo and roscoe to meet 🐶 ♥︎ by author

maxverstappen1 why is she with you

charles_leclerc because I'm just, well, better 😈

georgerussell63 carmen wants me to pass on the message that she's dying to meet your girlfriend

yourusername YESSSSS I'LL COME TO MERCEDES NEXT RACE

mercedesamg yourusername oh yeahhhh 😎

scuderiaferrari mercedesamg back tf off 😤 she's ours 😒

yourusername wow I've never felt so wanted 🥹 #teammclaren

mclaren yourusername HELL YEAHHHH PAPAYA FOR THE WIN

charles_leclerc yourusername MON AMOUR??? HOW DARE YOU 😨

yourusername charles_leclerc sorry love, I've been learning about f1 and so the only thing on my feed is videos of people making fun of ferrari's strategies

scuderiaferrari yourusername next year will be our year 🥲

bestfriend REMEMBER I HAD HER FIRST 😒

charles_leclerc well I have her now so 🫵🏼😂

yourusername ladies ladies there's enough of me to go around

charles_leclerc yourusername im not sharing though 🤺

oscarpiastri so like... what did I miss...

oscarpiastri MY DAD HAS A GIRLFRIEND NOW????

[reynard61]

are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most?

Usually black, brown or gray. (Though she'll often wear a blue accessory to complement her blue eyes.)

what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

She's very much a fan of that young German composer who wrote the music that she heard while the King was rowed up the Thames one summer when she was a little girl. She also likes to sing some of the bawdy songs that she hears coming from the taverns and public houses late at night.

weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

A weapon?! Unthinkable! One could be *hanged* if one was caught with a knife! Anyway, her benefactor filed her teeth sharp when she was young so that she could more easily bite the heads off of the rats that she often had to eat. *Those* are her weapon.

how crafty/resourceful are they?

She literally grew up in the sewers and on the streets of London and learned all of the proper thieving arts. Can't get much more resourceful than that.

how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

Definitely practicality! Before being taken in guardianship by a kind-hearted newspaper reporter, she mainly wore cast-offs and rags. Afterward she preferred trousers and suitcoats to dresses; buying used, and only rarely buying anything new.

how do they wear their hair? do they care a lot how their hair looks?

Before her guardianship, she generally wore her hair in two long ponytails tied with dirty yellow lengths of yarn. (Also, she applied liberal amounts of fish oil to it to keep the lice and other critters out.) Afterward she used colored ribbon or bows and on special occasions (birthdays and such) would braid her hair.

favorite animal? why?

While growing up in the sewers she was acquainted mainly with rats, which were potential dinner, cats, which she viewed mainly competitors for said rats, and dogs, which were generally dangerous given her chosen avocation. In her middle age she did adopt a deaf white cat that she named "Mouser".

do they have a nickname? who gave it to them? if it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?

She was called "The Raven among the Swans" by the valet of the above-mentioned German composer because she, as well as a number of the fashionable young English girls (who usually wore white) liked to stand outside his flat and listen to him play passages of whatever new opera or other piece he was working on.

favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?

Favorite: Meat pies. Least favorite: Anything with rat in it. No dietary restrictions, she just doesn't like rat anymore.

if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?

Jewelry is a frivolity. She prefers useful items like pen nibs and law books.

what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?

Not much. I'm a lot more materialistic than her, but I suppose that we share a similar sense of justice. She'd just be a lot more willing to act on it, damn the consequences. I'd be a bit of a coward in her eyes.

how long have they been around? do you know their birthday? is their birthday the day you made them or another day? what do they think of celebrating birthdays?

Quite a while! After all, she was born in the early 18th century. Birthdate: March 9, 1709. In her youth she liked getting her portrait painted around her birthday. (It usually went to her Paternal grandfather in Austria, with a watercolor copy going to her two Maternal cousins in the Venetian Republic.) As an adult she prefers a more modest celebration, generally a dinner with her husband and going to a concert or salon.

what languages do they speak? how fluently?

Ironically, even though English is her "native" language; it's the most difficult for an average listener to understand because she grew up speaking with a very rough Cockney-adjacent accent. She eventually learns to read and write Austrian German (to communicate with her Paternal grandfather), Venetian (to communicate with her two Maternal cousins), Serbian (to communicate with more distant relatives), Latin (which she also learns to speak as part of her law training); and learns to speak some Italian and French in order to be able to follow some of the operas coming over from the continent.

are they any good with numbers?

Reasonably so. Her mathematical skills are about average for one given a Classical education of that era.

how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?

"Family" was a pretty flexible term for her. It included her benefactor, the man who saved her life as an infant and protected her and taught her how to survive as she was growing up in the sewers. It also included the two saltpeter attendants who grew mushrooms on the side for the sewer dwellers. It also included the mother and son (whom she would eventually marry) who lived in the sewer in order to escape a crushing debt. It *also* included the children that she stole food for. It then became the above-mentioned reporter and *his* family - His elderly father, two older brothers (one of whom is a Solicitor and apprentices her to read law under him), two married daughters and a son. After her marriage, they have a son and a daughter. (Unfortunately, her daughter dies young during a cholera outbreak.)

do they have any pets? what do they call their pets?

As mentioned above, a cat named "Mouser".

how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?

Pre-guardianship: Stealing food. Guardianship: Trying to earn money to buy food for the sewer-dwelling children.

their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

Complicated! Stealing was necessary for survival and therefore (somewhat) okay. Once stealing was no longer necessary, she immediately stopped and did what she could to *earn* money for food. Lying was the same -- only done when necessary for survival, and *then* only the absolute minimum. (Even "social" lying.) Otherwise, lying is a bad idea that only leads to bad things. (And, yes, this is a thing where we'd both be in agreement.) Killing? That's a quick way to find your head inside of a noose. Dont!

are they quick to anger? what sets them off?

Not particularly. But she would *definitely* bring the wrath of The Almighty down on you if you harmed children!

if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

She generally walked everywhere unless someone was kind enough to give her a ride.

their favorite place to be?

Anywhere warm and safe.

do they sleep well at night?

Usually, though she still sometimes prefers to sleep in a small space that only she can fit into.

how would you describe their voice? can they sing?

Rather high-pitched. Her accent can make some songs sound cacophonous, but she likes to sing anyway; generally when no one is around.

do they have any creative hobbies? (art, writing, music, etc)

The closest thing that she has to a "hobby" is writing legal essays, generally on how a particular law might affect poor people.

how good/bad is their hearing? what about their eyesight?

Both are excellent, and honed by years of vigilance!

how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids?

She was a thief. Silence in movement was an absolute necessity. (That doesn't mean that she didn't have a few close calls, though. Thievery was a *VERY* risky endeavor even without the technology that we have today!)

if applicable, do they have a favorite sport? do they play any sports or prefer to watch?

No favorite sport, but she enjoyed swimming when she could.

how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

Generally, her willingness to associate with someone -- or lack thereof -- was her expression of care or dislike.

are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?

Not really.

do they smell like anything notable?

Up until her guardianship she smelled mainly of sewage and fish oil.

do they like receiving gifts? giving gifts? what is their ideal gift?

She doesn't mind receiving gifts, but if it's something that she considers frivolous or unnecessary to her needs, she won't hesitate to sell it and use the money to help the sewer dwellers. As for giving gifts, don't expect anything "frivolous" or expensive.

do they have any habits that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?

She's a confirmed barefooter. The *ONLY* places that she'll wear her slip-shoes is in church and in court.

if applicable, how would your other characters describe them? i mean specifically the people around them.

Austere. Not necessarily miserly (she has no interest in acquiring money for it's own sake), but absolutely uninterested in being fashionable (pretty much anything that she uses or wears will be several years out of date) or owning any kind of material wealth.

how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

Practical.

do they ever return home?

She gets to visit the village in which she was born a couple of times and is even invited to stay, but she considers London her true home.

i wanted to make an oc ask game 😋 things i like to ask people abt their characters:

are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most?

what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

how crafty/resourceful are they?

how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

how do they wear their hair? do they care a lot how their hair looks?

favorite animal? why?

do they have a nickname? who gave it to them? if it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?

favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?

if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?

what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?

how long have they been around? do you know their birthday? is their birthday the day you made them or another day? what do they think of celebrating birthdays?

what languages do they speak? how fluently?

are they any good with numbers?

how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?

do they have any pets? what do they call their pets?

how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?

their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

are they quick to anger? what sets them off?

if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

their favorite place to be?

do they sleep well at night?

how would you describe their voice? can they sing?

do they have any creative hobbies? (art, writing, music, etc)

how good/bad is their hearing? what about their eyesight?

how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids?

if applicable, do they have a favorite sport? do they play any sports or prefer to watch?

how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?

do they smell like anything notable?

do they like receiving gifts? giving gifts? what is their ideal gift?

do they have any habits that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?

if applicable, how would your other characters describe them? i mean specifically the people around them.

how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

do they ever return home?

[sa1ntd1or]

I love your posts!!!!! Could you do a trend when boyfriend does a voice over on makeup tutorial. I'm 99.9999% sure that Bruce would know absolutly everything about readers makeup, names of the products, for what they are.... He would be like a damn makeup artist, taking doing voice over so serious

Thank you❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

˖ ֹ੭୧ MAKEUP TUTORIAL ⊹ ࣪ ⑅

ˋ°•*⁀➷ batboys voiceover reader's makeup tutorial !

ˋ°•*⁀➷ CHARACTERS: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Aged up!Damian Wayne

NOTES: this was such a fun one to do hehe, hope i did em justice, enjoy!

BRUCE WAYNE:

TikTok: @/yourusername Caption: brucie does my makeup voiceover ;P

[VIDEO STARTS]

Bruce’s voice, calm, professional, slightly gravelly: “Alright. We’re starting with a clean, moisturized canvas. She’s applying a hydrating primer—this one has hyaluronic acid, great for plumping the skin and ensuring longevity of the base. Pat, not rub. She always pats.”

“Now she’s using the NARS Light Reflecting Foundation: shade Deauville. Medium coverage. Buildable. She prefers a skin-like finish, so we’re going in with a damp beauty blender, bouncing motions only.”

camera cuts to you giving him a tiny wink “Yes, I saw the wink. No, it will not distract me. Moving on.”

“Next, concealer. This is Too Faced Born This Way Multi-Use Sculpting Concealer, shade Almond. Under-eyes, bridge of nose, chin. She blends it out with surgical precision. I respect that.”

“Setting with the Huda Beauty Easy Bake Powder, shade Cupcake. Light dusting. She bakes just the inner corners for brightness. Strategic.”

“Brows, Anastasia Beverly Hills Brow Wiz. Medium Brown. Light strokes, following her natural shape. She’s already perfect. This is just emphasizing structure.”

you snort off-camera “That wasn’t flirting. That was a tactical observation.”

“Eyeshadow, Tartelette In Bloom Palette. She’s blending Smarty Pants into the crease, then deepening with Activist on the outer corner. She doesn’t cut the crease unless it’s a special occasion. This is a neutral day look. Respect.”

“Eyeliner is Kat Von D’s Tattoo Liner. She freehands a sharp wing. Steady hand. I’ve seen snipers with less control.”

“Mascara, Lancome Monsieur Big. One coat. She lets it dry between layers. Smart. That’s how you get volume without clumps.”

“Blush is Rare Beauty Liquid Blush, shade Happy. A little goes a long way. She applies to the cheeks and a dab on the nose for that 'sun-kissed, I just killed a man with kindness' effect.”

“Highlighter, Charlotte Tilbury Hollywood Flawless Filter. Just the high points. Cheekbones. Nose bridge. Cupid’s bow. Illuminated. Ethereal. Devastating.”

“Lips, MAC Lip Pencil in Whirl, topped with Fenty Gloss Bomb in Fenty Glow. Classic. Beautiful. Kissable.”

“Final step, Urban Decay All Nighter Setting Spray. Locked in. Ready for anything. Gotham’s safest weapon.”

camera cuts to you looking hot af, grinning, doing a peace sign

“And just like that, she is done. Looking as beautiful as ever.”

[VIDEO ENDS]

[TOP COMMENTS]

@/nightwingisbae: I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE FUNNY BUT WHY IS HE BETTER THAN ME???? @/wayne.tech.stan: This wasn’t a voiceover this was a TED Talk and I took NOTES. @/gothamskincarequeen: “Snipers with less control” STOPPP WHY IS HE KINDA PERFECT FOR THIS 😭

DICK GRAYSON:

TikTok: @/yourusername Caption: bf does my makeup voiceover

[VIDEO STARTS]

Dick’s voice, bright and SO confident: “Okay! We’re starting with… some kind of lotion? Primer? Face goo. It makes her glow like a moon goddess, so 10/10.”

“Now she’s using—uhh—foundation? I think it’s from that NARS place. Like the one with the super sus product names? Yeah, that one. She dots it all over and beats her face with this egg thing.”

a laugh is heard from the back. “Don’t laugh! I’m taking this VERY seriously. This is important. It’s your battle paint.”

gasps when concealer hits

“Oh the triangle trick!! Brighten under the eyes, boom—instant eight hours of sleep. Even if she stayed up watching true crime till 2am.”

“Okay now POWDER. She’s baking. No, not cookies. This is the part where she sets her under-eyes so they don’t betray her like a traitor in a Greek tragedy.”

“Brows! Oh man, this is terrifying. She’s using like, a pencil? But for her face hair. Brow hair. She has to get both sides even and if she messes up it’s over. This is a high stakes operation.”

you go in with your neutral eyeshadow palette

“Time for EYESHADOW. She’s got this palette with like, 40 shades of brown that all look the same to me but she’s like ‘this one’s warm and that one’s cool’ and I just nod like I get it.”

“She’s blending like her life depends on it. Swish swish, flick flick. It’s giving... smoky eye excellence.”

dramatic pause “...she just did a perfect winged eyeliner in ONE STROKE. That was perfect, actually that was really satisfying.”

“Mascara! She’s lifting her lashes to the heavens. Honestly, she could blink and take flight.”

“BLUSH TIME. It’s pink. It’s adorable. It makes her look like she just got kissed in the snow.”

“Highlighter? Yep, glow stuff to shine. She glows like she’s been blessed by the gods. If Apollo saw her he’d cry.”

“Lips! She’s lining, then glossing, and now she’s doing that thing where she presses them together like she’s sealing a magical contract. 10/10.”

camera cuts to final look—you looking drop-dead gorgeous

“LOOK AT HER. Are you seeing this? She did that. She always does that. I’m in love and frankly a little overwhelmed.”

[VIDEO ENDS]

[TOP COMMENTS]

@/user23841: I’m obsessed with how supportive he is but also how utterly lost. Like he’s narrating a makeup tutorial and a Shakespearean tragedy at the same time. @/lalaland: “If Apollo saw her he’d cry” okay poetic king 😭 @/wuaisw123: Why is this chaotic and romantic?? I hate how charming he is. @/dickgraysonenthusiast: “She could blink and take flight” DICK PLEASE I’M NOT OK 💀

JASON TODD:

TikTok: @/yourusername Caption: my bf does my makeup voiceover!!!!!

[VIDEO STARTS]

Jason’s voice is low and vaguely annoyed but weirdly invested: “Alright. So first she’s putting this clear stuff on her face. I don’t know. It looks like fancy glue. She says it makes the makeup stick better. Sure. Science.”

“Now she’s painting her face with foundation. Don’t ask me what shade this is. I just know it cost $60 and it better come with magical powers. Spoiler: it does. Look at her.”

you dab on foundation

“She’s blending it in with that little egg thing. Beauty blender. I asked once. Never forgot. That’s growth.”

camera cuts to you doing your concealer routine “Now she’s dotting her face with what I thought was highlighter. Apparently, I was wrong. It’s concealer. It brightens stuff. She’s using it like war paint. I respect it.”

“Setting powder. She says she’s ‘baking.’ It looks like she faceplanted into flour. But okay. Whatever keeps the under-eyes from creasing. I know stuff now.”

eyebrows appear on screen “Brows. This is the part where everything can go to hell real fast. If she messes up one side, I pretend not to notice. Happy girlfriend, happy life.”

“Eyeshadow. Apparently this shade is called ‘Burnt Sienna’ and not ‘Brown #4.’ News to me.”

eyeliner appears

“Winged eyeliner? Ha. She’s got the hands of a surgeon. I blink wrong and she stabs herself in the eye. But does she panic? No. She finishes the wing like a damn pro.”

cut to you curling lashes “This is my least favorite part. She uses this medieval torture device, an eyelash curler. I flinched the first time I saw it. Still do. Looks like something Joker would use.”

“Mascara. Boom. Lashes for days. I said she didn’t need it once and almost got disowned. Lesson learned.”

you apply blush and highlighter

“Blush. She’s going for that soft ‘I just walked out of a romance novel’ look. Cute. Dangerous. Deadly.”

“Highlighter. She sparkles like moonlight on a dagger. She could kill a man and look good doing it.”

lip combo time

“Lip liner, lipstick, and gloss. This combo has powers. I kissed her once after gloss and couldn’t get it off for two hours. Worth it.”

cut to finished look. you smile, strike a pose “And there she is. My girl. Ten out of ten. Would risk my life for her in a heartbeat. But also, I will never understand how she does this every day and still manages to be on time.”

[VIDEO ENDS]

[TOP COMMENTS]

@/user12098: “Looks like she faceplanted into flour” JASON PLEASE 😭@/crimsonsiren: Why is he so grumpy but also so proud 😭 “my girl” had me squealing. @/makemeupbrat: Jason pretending he’s not obsessed while literally narrating like a Nat Geo documentary is peak canon energy.

TIM DRAKE:

TikTok: @/yourusername Caption: makeup tutorial but my bf does the voiceover!! <3

[VIDEO STARTS] 

Tim, speaking with a mix of calm confidence and "I totally studied for this":

“Okay, so here she is. Looking stunning even without makeup, obviously—just saying. Starting with... yep, that’s a primer. Silicone-based, I think? Helps smooth out the skin and hold the makeup like... uh, glue. But gentle glue. Science glue.”

“Now she’s dotting on her foundation—this is the NARS Light Reflecting one, right? Neutral undertone. She always uses a damp sponge to blend it out, which gives a more natural finish. Yeah. I looked it up. I do my homework.”

pauses as you blend effortlessly “Seriously, how is this so fast? This took like 25 minutes in real time. She looked unbothered the whole time. Meanwhile, I once poked my eye trying to fix a smudge.”

“Okay now she’s doing the triangle thing under her eyes—that’s concealer. Brightening zones. Strategic shadow-canceling. The architecture of this is insane.”

squints at screen “...Did she just blend that with the other side of the sponge? Oh my god. There’s a system. I knew it.”

“Powder time—loose setting powder to bake. She does that tap-tap motion like she’s been doing this for years. She probably has. She's a wizard. I don’t ask questions anymore.”

“Brows. Okay. Look, this part terrifies me. She’s using a tiny little pencil and her hands are way too steady. I think if I even looked at her funny right now she’d start over from scratch and I’d feel personally responsible.”

pause as you start your eyeshadow “Here’s where things get serious. She’s got, like, eight brushes. Different shapes, different functions. That little fluffy one? That’s the blending brush. I only know that because I stole one once to clean my keyboard.”

“This eyeshadow palette has names like ‘Golden Hour’ and ‘Inferno’ but they all just look like gorgeous orange shimmer. She's doing that outer corner flick like it’s a combat move.”

“Eyeliner. This part gives me secondhand anxiety. She’s doing a perfect wing while talking. Who is she?”

cut to the eyelash curler “Okay, this thing again. The guillotine of the makeup world. Why does it make that noise??”

“Mascara. I know that one. Volumizing. She blinks so calmly, like she’s not afraid of stabbing herself. Braver than me.”

“Blush—Rare Beauty. Color payoff is wild. One dot turns into a full face of romance. It’s actually... kinda cool.”

“Highlighter time. She’s glowing. Like, actually glowing. Not metaphorically. She just became a lighthouse.”

“Lip liner—precision. Lipstick—intention. Lip gloss—danger. I’m telling you, if I kiss her right now, I might vanish in a puff of glitter.”

you pose, giving a proud smile at your finished face “Look at her. Literally unstoppable. I would fight a demon for her. I have fought a demon for her. This is somehow more terrifying.”

“10/10. A masterpiece. I’ll never understand how, but I support it with my whole soul.”

[VIDEO ENDS]

[TOP COMMENTS]

@/user190238: “Science glue” is CRAZYYYY I’m crying 😭😭😭@/timdrakeobsessed: Not him being scared of the eyelash curler again LMAO @/yourmomma111: He studied like it was the PSATs and she was the prize. We love a nerd in love. @/sephoradetective: “The architecture of this is insane” PLEASE 😭😭😭

AGED UP!DAMIAN WAYNE:

TikTok: @/yourusername Caption: bf does my voiceover!

[VIDEO STARTS]

Damian’s voice, flat but somehow still smug:

“Yes. This is the video where she ritualistically paints her face for no discernible reason.”

beat passes “...She’s still beautiful without it, obviously. But apparently the ‘glamorous mortal transformation’ must take place.”

“She’s starting with this... lotion. No—primer. It allegedly makes the face ���smooth.’ I have touched her face. It is already smooth. This step is redundant.”

sighs as you blend foundation “Now she’s blending beige liquids into her skin with a sponge shaped like a weapon. I’ve thrown these. They do not hurt.”

“This is concealer. She uses it to erase evidence of insomnia. I told her to sleep. She did not listen. Now we all suffer.”

“Powder. It goes under her eyes like she’s preparing for battle. This is called ‘baking.’ I do not understand what is being baked. There is no food.”

“Eyebrows. The arch of dominance. She’s frighteningly good at this. I once watched her wipe off an entire brow and redraw it in thirty seconds. That’s not normal.”

you’re blending eyeshadow like a pro “Now she’s putting brown dirt and sparkles on her eyelids. This is eyeshadow. It will eventually match her outfit and somehow change her entire aura. I do not understand how, but it does.”

“Eyeliner. The wings. The precision. I’ve seen snipers with less focus.”

you whip out the eyelash curler “There it is. The torture clamp. I’ve tried to confiscate this item. She keeps hiding it.”

dry tone as mascara goes on “This is the ‘lash enhancer.’ She already has long lashes. This is unnecessary. Yet here we are.”

“Blush. She uses a liquid one. Why does she want to look like she just ran five miles in a polite, attractive way?”

you sweep on highlighter “Now she is shining like a reflective blade. I approve of this. Intimidation is crucial.”

“Lips. First the lining. Precision is important. She once stabbed herself doing this and did not even flinch. It was... admirable.”

lip gloss goes on “Now she is irresistible. Glossy. Like a trap. Kiss at your own risk.”

you finish with a wink at the camera “There she is. My beloved. Intimidating, radiant, lethal. A weaponized beauty. And all of you are lucky to witness her.”

“If anyone in the comments disrespects her, I will find you.”

[VIDEO ENDS]

[TOP COMMENTS]

@/user123123: “This is called baking. I do not understand what is being baked.” STOP 💀💀💀 @/mamaijustdied: “Weaponized beauty” is going on my mirror. Immediately. @l/oyaltolethalwomen: He judged every product and still called her radiant. That’s my toxic green flag. @/yummytummy101: “I told her to sleep. She did not listen. Now we all suffer.” LMFAOOO

[athenalvss]

NOAH'S ARK ( Jason Todd!)

Summary: For Jason, it's normal that his house is like Noah's Ark, he even loves some of the little animals his girlfriend brings.

pairing: Jason todd x animals lover! reader

a/n: I'm watching Young Justice and I really want to write things related to them, I have an idea for a Dick Masterpiece post

open request — Jason todd masterlist

Jason was already more than used to you coming home with any animal you found there, or bringing home animals from the vet where you worked, finding a stray cat, an injured pigeon or even a raccoon in the bathtub was nothing strange, and when he walked through the door the first thing he would hear from you was an justification.

"Don't ask, Jason. It was raining and he looked at me with those little eyes."

"I just hope you have that compassion for me when you get angry."

But Jason had his limits, although it was hard for him to say no, he had a black list of animals.

No roosters, once after a long night of patrol he had barely been able to close his eyes to sleep when he woke up to the loud crowing of the rooster at 5 a.m.

“Are you kidding me?” he growled, his face buried in the pillow.

You, standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee and the bird tucked under your arm like a baby, simply replied, “It was cold. Besides, it’s singing because it’s happy to be alive.”

Jason mumbled something about how he'd be happy if he could sleep, too, but didn't argue further. The next day, though, the rooster "miraculously" disappeared. You still swear Jason left it on the rooftop on purpose so it would fly away.

The second no come thanks to a goat you found tied up in a vacant lot and, for some reason, you thought it would be a good idea to bring it back to the apartment "just for one night."

She ended up eating his boots, a gun magazine, and urinating on the hallway rug.

“This thing is the devil” Jason said as the goat stared at him from the couch.

“Don’t call her that! Her name is Daisy.”

“Well, Daisy kicked me!”

“Just because you scared her with your presence!”

Despite everything, Jason has a soft spot. And that's dogs. Especially the big, old ones with sad eyes. They reminded him of a dog he once had. Once, you came home with a huge, dirty mastiff with a torn ear.

“I couldn’t leave him there, he was drooling like you do when you sleep.”

Jason became so attached to him that he ended up buying him a new collar and taking him out for walks with a face that said, "I have to," while talking to him as if he were a child:

“Come on, Bobby, don’t bite the mailman… again.”

Plus he likes the look of the dog, no one would go near you with that big dog by your side, that is until they realized Bobby has the personality of a dachshund.

Despite secretly caring for them, there were times when he truly hated them. They broke things, interrupted intimate moments, and constantly reminded them that they were no longer alone there.

One night, after a long day, Jason held you quietly while you were washing the dishes. It was one of those rare moments of calm: his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder, his raspy voice murmuring something like, “I could get used to this.”

You were about to turn around to kiss him when a high-pitched bark echoed from the hallway. "What's up with Bobby now?" you sighed.

Jason shrugged, still holding your waist. "Maybe he saw his reflection again."

Bobby burst into the kitchen as if he'd detected a national threat, skidding across the floor with his massive paws. He planted himself between the two of you with a soft growl, his head pushing between Jason's legs as if to separate you.

"Seriously, Bobby?" Jason looked at him in disbelief. "Are we doing this now, mate?"

The dog responded by sitting right between you, staring at you, and leaving a pair of Jason's socks with holes in them as an offering.

Sometimes your rescues would sneak in right in the middle of their missions. One night, Jason showed up covered in blood, his helmet tucked under his arm, his expression utterly exhausted, like every night, but he didn't come in alone this time.

“Is that… a cat?” you asked, looking at the backpack that was unzipping from the inside.

“He followed me. He kept meowing. He was giving me away where he was.”

“And you brought him home?”

Jason shrugged. “He has eyes just like yours, okay?”

They called him Ghost, because he was so stealthy. Although he did knock over a television once, so the nickname is still debated.

Even though Jason complains… he also spoils them. You've seen him carrying the three legged dog like a baby, or talking softly to some parrots playing in the kitchen. He'd never admit it, but he has secret names for all of them.

Although what he likes most is coming home knowing that there is someone waiting for him.

Sometimes he comes through the balcony window, silent as a shadow, and from there you can already see the scene: warm lights, a half-empty cup of tea on the table, and you, asleep on the sofa with a book on your chest and Bobby curled up next to you.

Other times you're awake, sitting on the carpet with a blanket over your shoulders, surrounded by creatures like an urban version of Snow White. As soon as they see him walk in, everyone reacts as if they've seen the Messiah.

As soon as they see him cross the window frame, the invasion begins: the dogs jump happily, the parrot screams his name, and you wake up with a smile that he feels is more his than anything else in the world.

"Hey, you're back," you whisper as you walk over to hug him.

Jason grunts something unintelligible, drops his helmet, and holds you close as if he could become one with you. In your arms, surrounded by animals he now considers family, he feels something he never had.

Peace.

"I'm home," he mumbles, more to himself than to you.

And in that moment, Jason remembers why he always comes back.

[nanenna]

Have some crack.

"Well, what has everyone's capes in a twist?" Zatanna asked as she walked into the cafeteria in Mount Justice. She found Green Arrow, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter, and Superman off to the side watching the goings on with various expressions of amusement. Batman was closer to the center of the room, just inside a circular area that had been cleared of tables and chairs, the current Robin held firmly in his grasp. Just on the other side of the clearing stood Wonder Woman, arms tensed to keep the Lasso of Truth tight in her grip, some sort of creature languishing at her feet.

"I take it this is the problem?" Zatanna crouched down to get a better look at the small creature. Judging from the head of snow white hair, the creature was face down, making it hard to judge what kind of creature it was. The body was black, with a white stripe near the middle, then more black that twisted, curled, and tapered off in a tail. Honestly between what looked like pointy ears sticking out just past the hair and the long, sinuous tail she could almost believe the creature was a lamia or naga.

"Just had to tie this little guy up with the lasso?" Zatanna smiled as she looked up at Diana, it was certainly a sight to behold.

"This creature has proven itself formidable," Diana responded with a wry grin.

"Do not harm him, he is my new pet," Robin demanded haughtily. Batman's shoulders drooped ever so slightly.

Zatanna smiled at the boy, "Well I'm just going to do a quick identification spell to make sure you know how to properly care for your new pet." She stood up and took a step back, "Uoy era erutaerc fo rennam tahw?"

GHOST

Well that was… odd. And shouldn't be possible. That wasn't one of the answers the spell even could give, it should've come back with something more specific, there were several categories of ghost after all. "Uoy era tsohg fo dnik tahw?"

GHOST

"Fascinating," Zatanna whispered to herself.

Batman gave one of his grunts, with Robin looking very close to demanding answers himself if Zatanna didn't take that grunt as an invitation to explain.

"I think we'll need to call in a specialist." Because what else could she do? For a spell to come back that insistent yet generic meant something about this "ghost" defied her own abilities. She quickly sent off a message, one that couldn't be ignored.

"What kind of specialist?" Superman asked, having moved to where a table and some chairs had hastily been pushed aside before Zatanna got there.

"Oh just our local necromancer, he should be able to get a better read than I can on our little friend here."

"Necromancer?!" Green Arrow asked in shock.

Zatanna sighed,"Necromancers aren't inherently evil just because they work with the dead."

"My pet is not dead," Robin said with a growl while crossing his arms. It was completely adorable.

"I'm afraid our little friend likely is, I'm sorry to say. But that doesn't mean he's not still alive."

Robin crossed his arms harder and pouted, though she's sure he would insist it was a glare.

"A pet that's already died once and come back is a pet that can't ever die again," Zatanna said with a wink.

"Alright, I'm here," a robotic voice announced flatly.

Zatanna turned and smiled, "Hood!"

"Todd," Robin stated angrily.

"Code names," Batman scolded tiredly.

"We are waiting for a so called specialist," Robin continued, "we don't have time for whatever nonsense you've come here for."

"Yeah, I know." Red Hood flicked Zatanna's message back at her, which she simply caught and dissolved. "You're lucky I was already geared up."

"I hope your regular gear includes spell components, our little friend is turning out to be quite the enigma."

Red Hood looked down at the creature. "Huh." He crouched down to get a closer look while Zatanna moved to sit on one of the tables.

"What the fuck?" Red Hood stood up, moved to the side, crouched down again, and tilted his head, he also shot off two more spells.

He looked up at Diana, "The fuck you'd find this thing?"

"Language," Superman scolded while trying to hold back a laugh.

"You're not my real dad," Hood shot back. He stood and rolled his shoulders. "Seriously though, where'd you find it?"

"Robin found it in one of the vents," Batman offered quickly.

"The demon brat would," Hood said through some fuzzing static. "But what the fuck even is this thing?"

"You're the expert," Zatanna reminded him.

"Since when are you a necromancer?" Batman demanded.

"Before the duffle bag, after these," Hood stated confidently as he summoned an All Blade.

Zatanna couldn't help casting a little spell of her own, it wasn't often one got to see them in use.

Batman looked constipated, Robin looked confused. "Do not you need to be in the presence of true evil to use those?"

Hood shrugged, "That's what Ollie's for."

Green Arrow started to protest, but Black Canary elbowed him. Superman hid a laugh behind a cough, Batman did not try to hide the twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Let me rephrase that," Hood stated. "There are not one, but two whole billionaires here, can't get more evil than that."

Batman's shoulders drooped, Green Arrow did protest this time.

"You're right, two-and-a-half."

"You say that as if you do not have a trust fund," Robin sneered.

"Legally dead," Hood replied. "Now stop distracting me, demon brat."

"I'm not a distraction," Robin grumbled.

Red Hood used the sword that was still in his hand to poke the creature.

"Do not stab Harold!" Robin demanded. Batman grabbed the kid before he could lunge at Hood, a blade suddenly in his hand.

"It's a diagnostic stabbing," Hood defended.

Robin looked too confused to answer to that. So did a few of their onlookers. Zatanna just nodded along, a diagnostic stabbing. To be fair, if she had swords that were attached to her soul she could probably do the same thing. She was rather glad she didn't, that just didn't sound pleasant.

Not that Hood was actually stabbing the creature, mostly he was laying the flat of the blade against… Harold. But she knew that according to Hood that was enough and would tell him a lot.

"What even the fuck?" Hood murmured.

"We were hoping you could tell us," Zatanna teased.

"Everything is coming back nonsense, like this thing's writing in his own answers on a multiple choice test."

Zatanna nodded, that really is how her own attempts had felt. "Is he even a ghost?"

"Yeah, pretty sure he's a ghost. Still can't figure out what kind, he could be anything. Poltergeist, shade, yuki onna…"

"Yuki onna?" That wasn't a common type of ghost, Hood wouldn't have mentioned one without reason.

"He's ice type."

"What?"

"Ask him yourself," Hood motioned to the creature with his All Blade.

"Alright, I will." Zatanna hopped to her feet and approached the creature again. "Epyt ruoy s'tahw?"

PRETTY AND BOSSY

Zatanna couldn't help laughing at that.

"What'd you get?" Hood asked, clearly confused even through the voice modulator.

"Pretty and bossy," Zatanna answered with another chuckle.

Hood's voice modulator burst with static. "Wow, okay, not the question I told you to ask, but sure."

"He's just a little guy, it's not his fault she confused him," Green Arrow defended.

"You hear that, demon brat? Your new pet likes girls that are pretty and bossy."

"Don't be so closed minded, he might like pretty boys who are bossy," Black Canary said with a laugh.

"Okay, okay," Zatanna waved everyone off as she got herself back under control. "One more try. Uoy era tsohg fo epyt tahw?"

Zatanna blinked, then blinked again. "Was that…?"

"I think it was the Pokémon symbol for ice type," Hood confirmed.

"……. How?!" That made not a lick of sense! That's not how that spell even worked.

"Writing in his own answers on a multiple choice test," Hood repeated.

Zatanna pressed her lips together. "You know that means whatever he is, this guy's powerful. That's not just something you can do casually."

"What's more worrying is there's no way for this little guy to be that powerful. Human, less than two years dead."

"There's no way that little thing is human," Green Arrow scoffed.

"Wow, rude," Hood said. "Just because he died he stopped being human, I see how it is. Racist."

"Ghosts don't even start to mess with their self image for at least a decade, and that's only if they have the mental flexibility to get past their death. There's no way someone so freshly dead would look like that, not without some sort of curse involved."

"Could be, it might explain the weird results, or at least some of them." Hood dissipated his sword, then reached up and pulled his helmet off. He held it out to Diana, "Hold this for me, please?"

"Certainly," Diana said pleasantly as she finally relaxed her posture and accepted the helmet.

Harold didn't react to the lasso loosening.

Hood crouched down again and poked Harold. The little ghost huffed out a deep sigh, like he had the weight of the world on his tiny shoulders. Hood poked him again, "C'mon, stop playing dead, we all already know how dead you really are."

"All the way?" Zatanna asked with a snicker.

"Exactly." The poking and prodding continued, "I don't even know why the lasso worked, no matter how magical it is you have to be physical to get caught in it. Why is a ghost so physical? Just density shift."

Harold seemed to have had enough, he turned and bit Hood's finger.

"There we go." Hood stood up, bringing Harold up with him. Now loose, the lasso slipped off, leaving Diana to wind it back up. Harold bit a few more times, moving up Hood's gloved hand as he did so. His strangely squishy face was scrunched up in concentration.

"That is such an uncanny valley face," Zatanna commented. It really was, but dealing with any spirit was often like staring right at AI art, somehow they never quite got it right and had trouble with any kind of fine details, unless they obsessed over a particular detail and got it hyperrealistic.

"Eh, kinda cute I gess. I can see why Robin wants him for a pet."

Robin shrugged off Batman's hold and stepped forward, "And I'm ready to take Harold home. You may visit to detail his proper care."

Before Hood could hand the ghost over, he chirped and warbled before winding up Hood's arm, around his neck, then up to Hood's head, where he snuffled around in Hood's hair.

Hood blindly grabbed for the little ghost, "C'mere, Harold, your boy wants you."

"Curse or no, he is still a person and should be treated as such," Zatanna said as she leaned back to watch.

"When the curse is lifted and he is capable of making decisions he will be allowed to make his own decisions," Batman promised, though he looked quite grim and reluctant about the whole thing.

Hood finally got his hand on Harold and pulled the little ghost down. Harold flopped over so he was being held like a baby and snuggled up to Hood's chest, giving off happy little trills and warbles.

"Alright, little pest, go be someone else's annoyance." Hood held his arm out towards Robin.

Harold let out a pitiful whine and latched onto Hood's hand with his stubby little paws, looking up at the necromancer with big, wobbling eyes. Literally wobbling, as in his big, round eyes were literally changing shape like a cartoon character. It was like watching a train wreck.

Robin held his hands up, "Harold, are you ready to come home?"

Harold turned and hissed at Robin, his face morphing and stretching into something with far too many teeth and big, dark eyebrows. He swatted at Robin with his stubby little paw, missing by a mile, then turned back towards Hood and half slithered half floated up his arm to curl around the necromancer's neck like a particularly stubborn scarf.

Hood sighed, "I was afraid of that. Sorry kiddo, the dead prefer other dead for their playmates."

Robin scowled, "TT Harold, you could've had a good home with me, but as you have made your choice I will respect that."

Batman looked relieved.

"Yeah, no. I'm not calling him Harold."

"I like the name, it suits him," Zatanna said.

Hood absently scratched Harold's head, causing the little ghost to purr happily. "I'm gonna call him Vanilla."

Zatanna held in a snort, using all her willpower not to start humming a certain song.

"It's probably for the best I take him anyway, he should probably be under observation since he's just so weird."

"Keep me updated?" Zatanna asked.

"Yeah, sure. I'll drop updates in the server." Hood waved her off as he picked up his helmet and put it back on. "C'mon, Vanilla, you're gonna love the zeta tube." He wasn't, Hood was going to have a heck of a time getting the little ghost go through with him.

Zatanna turned to Diana, "Since I'm here, how about lunch?"

"Lunch sounds lovely," Diana answered.

- - -

Later Zatanna was checking the JLD discord server to see what the others were up to. Hood, of course, was keeping everyone updated.

Red Hood: Why is a ghost falling asleep?

He had attached a short video that was indeed Vanilla nodding off. The little ghost's head kept drooping before he caught himself and blearily blinked back awake, for some reason all this while holding a honey mustard squeeze bottle. The video ended when his jaw unhinged like a snake for a toothy yawn.

Red Hood: Sleepy little guy.

He'd attached a selfie of himself lounging on a couch with Vanilla snuggled up to his mustard bottle asleep on Hood's chest.

Red Hood: aewrsdtgyu

The next picture was Hood in pretty much the same position, only now there was a very alive looking teenaged boy with pale skin and messy black hair still clutching the mustard bottle curled up on Hood's chest.

Red Hood: He has a pulse?!?! WW: Congratulations on your first adoption. If he has blue eyes you're even keeping on theme. Red Hood: Fuck you, I'm not adopting him!!!! WW: How disappointing, I expected you to take responsibility for your own consequences. Zatanna: You already gave him a name. Red Hood: So did the demon brat. I'm gonna go throw him at bruce before he wakes up. Zatanna: Good luck! WW: Tell us more of your new son when he wakes. Jason Blood: What's this about adopting? Jason Blood: Oh, what a little cutie. You can be undead father and son. Red Hood: Fuck all of you.

Zatanna smiled to herself, Hood was definitely keeping the boy. She needed to get him a gift of some kind, something to welcome the newest member of the bat-clan. And also an excuse to get close enough to look the boy over again, she was sure he'd give the most interesting results.

[jaewritesfic]

Melon AU! Part 6

Part 5

While Alfred does what little he can to mend the creature's wounds, Bruce finds himself on the Batcomputer looking through their files on known species.

They've catalogued so much, both from the regular League and Justice League Dark.

Surely in all the combined experiences and knowledge of the vast network of heroes and civilizations that work together with the League there will be something on this creature and his species.

Nothing.

Bruce can't find anything like him in their files, he can't even really find anything close.

It's baffling.

“Our guest has no heartbeat, if that helps at all,” Alfred says casually, drawing up to Bruce's elbow. Bruce casts him a sharp and highly alarmed look. 

“Excuse me?”

Alfred must have just finished his work, his sleeves rolled up and arms and hands freshly scrubbed of green.

“Yes, I was rather alarmed myself when I could find no pulse. With a stethoscope you can find a humming sound in his chest, however. I can only assume that's whatever he has instead - perhaps he simply has no heart. Different organs entirely.”

Bruce sure fucking hopes so. He inputs the added criteria despite being certain he's already covered every nook and cranny of the database he can.

Nothing. Still nothing that remotely resembles the creature in their medical bed.

Movement out of the corner of Bruce's eye brings his attention to Tim, who is approaching from the labs with tablet in hand and a frown on his face. 

He'd taken a sample of the substance their guest bleeds to go analyze it while Alfred worked and Bruce searched.

“I'm going to take a wild guess and say you couldn't find anything,” Tim says. He only actually looks up from the tablet when he draws up next to Bruce, so he can't have developed that guess just from Bruce's expression. 

If that's the case… “You couldn't identify the substance?” Bruce muses, because he hopes that's the possibility out of the two available to them Tim is going to confirm.

Tim's mouth thins into a line. Bruce closes his eyes for a moment.

“It's Lazarus water, isn't it.”

“I mean,” Tim hedges. “Yeah. But like. No?”

Bruce frowns. “Explain.”

“It's definitely the same thing,” Tim says, “but in the same way that like…filtered bottled water and scummy pond water are both water. Whatever shadow noodle bleeds, it's clean. I didn't know Lazarus water was dirty, but this stuff is so different. Seriously it's like if someone broke Lazarus water down into a few key elements and all the rest was actually just pollutants or something.”

Bruce blinks, sitting back in his chair slowly.

That's…he doesn't know what that is, to be honest. It's something.

“He is a Pit Demon after all, then,” Damian says from a short distance away.

Cass lays a gentle hand on his head. “Not a demon. Don't be mean.”

Damian ducks the hand and flushes a little. “I am not being mean. We have confirmation that he bleeds some form of Lazarus water, and we have no record of his kind. It is the closest approximation we have as of yet.”

Alfred hums thoughtfully. “The boy seemed surprised by Miss Cassandra's willingness to listen and talk to him, no?”

“Very,” Bruce confirms.

Alfred nods. “Your logic is sound, Master Damian,” he concedes. “And I understand that it is in logic your choice of words are found. But the aforementioned behavior would suggest to me that our guest is quite used to similar rhetoric from mouths that do not use the term so neutrally.

“We want him to see this as a safe place when he wakes. It would be best to avoid such loaded terms as ‘demon’, I believe.”

Damian blinks, nodding slowly. “I see. Very well.”

Thank God for Alfred, Bruce thinks.

“So now it's just a waiting game, huh?” Dick asks, striding up behind Bruce's chair and frowning at the screen. “Wait for him to wake up and see what happens? What he can tell us?”

Bruce hums, recognizing the false calm in his oldest's voice.

What Dick really means is that he wants to know exactly who did this to a living creature, and where he can find them. Any other information is secondary to that anger in him right now.

Bruce sighs and stands from the computer, turning towards the still, dark figure in the displaced medical bed.

They're all trying to keep a little bit of distance and stay relatively quiet so as to let the creature rest and not spook him. There are already too many of them in the Cave as is for Bruce's liking - this is still an unknown, after all - so Bruce has messaged Jason and Duke and asked that they stay out of the Cave unless absolutely necessary for now.

Jason was not pleased considering the potential - confirmed, now - connection to the Lazarus Pits. 

That's exactly why Bruce doesn't want him here yet, though. He fears there might be some kind of reaction, and he at least wants to know more about their guest before that happens.

He at least wants their guest to fully understand they're not a threat to him first.

Bruce looks the creature over as he approaches the bed quietly. He's still incredibly still, chest motionless with the absence of breath.

Alfred has wrapped his newly stitched chest, the bandages seeming blindingly white against the impossible darkness of his skin.

It's with a heavy heart and a sick stomach that Bruce sees the hints of green staining the clean cloth in a distinctive Y.

Perhaps him not breathing is a good thing. At least a consistent rise and fall of the chest won't cause constant pain from shifting the incision.

Still, it unnerves Bruce. 

No heartbeat, either? Bruce doesn't dare lower his head to the poor creature's chest to try to listen for the humming Alfred mentioned, but he does reach down for one of those spindly wrists as if Alfred could ever be wrong about a pulse.

Bruce presses his fingers to the inside of the creature's wrist, frowning when he can't find anything.

Like this, no breathing, no heartbeat, the creature looks for all the world like he's dead.

Bruce wraps his hand around the wrist as if getting a better grip will change the result.

The creature's eyes snap open immediately, rooting him in place with a wave of that strange projected emotion Bruce had noticed on the rooftop.

Paralyzing fear.

Then he opens his mouth and nearly blows Bruce's eardrums out with an unholy, nightmarish shriek on par with Black Canary.

Masterpost

[flofaiiry]

this is very long sorry if it’s too much lol but i have (very self indulgent) criminal justice student x charlie reid thots i can’t get off my mind today!

imagining a student who’s criminal justice but on the pre-law side of things. she’s only in this stupid policing class because it’s a major requirement but she hates cops. she goes on the class trip to the police department cause she really cares about her grades but she can’t hide her annoyance at the whole thing. i think he’d take notice of the pretty girl in the back of the group grumbling angrily but also taking really detailed notes. i can see him asking her a stupid question and her answering in a snarky (but correct) way. at the end of the day he gets to pick a student to come back and get some more one on one experience for extra credit and he obviously picks her. she says yes thinking about her grade but she can’t help complaining to her friend on the way out about being “stuck with the pigs”

when she come back he immediately gets her alone in his office. he talks to her about why she hates cops and they argue a little but that arguing leads to them kissing. i can imagine her bent over his desk while he fucks her. he talks all condescending “this can’t feel good thought you hated me??? what do you mean a “dirty pig” is gonna make you cum???” he would definitely make her beg and admit that she was wrong and that she didn’t mean it and that she’s sorry :((. i think he’d drag it out as long as possible without letting her cum. he says she’s gotta really earn it if she wants to make it up to him

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GAWDDDDDD. anon if u dont march down to chicago rn and get ur ass into that writers room.......... i read this right when u sent it & i was at work and i actually COULD NOT stop thinking abt this oh my lawddddddd. u have infiltrated my MINDD!!!!!!!!!!! sorry this took so long but i hope i did this amazingness justice <3

he would hear u out at first, listening to u explain all ur problems with the police. ur prepared too!! u bring up all kinds of studies and case studies and whatevs. are u wrong? no. but would charlie ever admit to that? also no! somewhere during ur tangent he moves around his desk to lean against it, arms crossed over his chest and looking down at u with a cocky ass smirk on his face. somewhere along the line he laughs at smth u say, finally snapping u out of the rant. "are you.. laughing at me?" you scoff, "this is serious stuff, sir. the police are-" you continue on, but charlie's mind is stuck on you calling him sir. people have been calling him that for as long as he can remember but something about the way it sounds when you say it.... is different. the fact that even though you say you hate him and everything he stands for, you still have that respect. he gets lost in his thoughts, not noticing that you've stopped and asked him a question. "sir? ok, if you're not gonna listen to me i'm just gonna go, you can tell my prof i was a no show for all i care." you stand up, suddenly very aware of how close you are to him. he drags his eyes up your body once more before locking them on yours. "i'm listening," he says slowly, voice barely above a whisper, "hard to focus when my mind's on other things though." your breath hitches, "if you're busy with a case or something i can come back-" he shakes his head, "not a case," he corrects. you scoff, "then i don't understand, you're the one who invited me here and now you can't even focus on what i'm saying?" charlie smirks, "ohhh im focusing on what you're saying," he takes his hand and gently touches your wrist, you don't pull away. "focusing on what you're saying... how you're saying it..." he drags his finger up your arm slowly, all the way up to your shoulder, then across your collarbone. you take a shaky breath in, "thinkin' about what it'd be like to..." he starts, dragging his finger under your chin, "bend you over my desk" you try your best to hide the warmth building in your cheeks, biting down on the inside of your bottom lip. charlie notices. "hm? you'd like that, huh?" you shake your head, trying to play off the smile you can't help from forming on your lips. charlie tilts your head up with his finger, "yeahhh," he exhales, "think you'd like that." he says, leaning his head forward, softly pressing his lips against yours.

you're caught off guard at first, but after a few moments you kiss him back, hesitant, slow. he pulls away after a second. "tell me to stop," he whispers, giving you an out. you won't be using it. you lean back in and kiss him again, this time more sure. he groans into your mouth, pads of his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you closer. charlie spins you two around, pressing you back into his desk now. he pulls away after a minute or two, breath ragged. "turn around," he whispers. you take a shaky breath and do as he says, turning slowly around to face away from him. you hear him undoing his belt, then the zipper on his pants. he places a hand on your back, pressing down to make you bend at the hips. you lean forward, placing your hands on the desk. "you're a bit of a hypocrite, huh?" he says, voice dripping with condescension as he pulls his cock from his boxers. he lifts up your skirt, revealing your panties & the little wet spot that's formed on them. he chuckles, "come here tryna give me a piece of your mind, but meanwhile..." he presses his fingers against your core, just shy of your clit. the smallest of whimpers falling from your lips. "meanwhile, you're sitting there 'n soaking through your panties." he pulls your panties to the side, pressing his tip right against your dripping hole. "gonna let this dirty cop fuck you? hm?" your back arches, falling forward to lean against your forearms, you nod. "say it. say you're gonna let a cop fuck you." you drop your head, feeling morally defeated but at the same time- really, really wanting him to fuck you. "yes- fuck. gonna let a cop fuck me." you admit, voice full of shame but that feeling leaves you immediately when you feel him harshly thrust into you, a loud moan escaping your throat. he immediately sets a relentless pace, not giving you any time to adjust. the initial shock subsides and is quickly replaces with overwhelming pleasure as he ruts his hips into you. "such a hypocrite, hm?" he says through breathy grunts, fingers digging into your hips so hard you're sure he'll leave bruises. you can't find it in you to care. "thought the cops couldn't do anything good, huh?" you whimper, searching for the strength to whip back a remark. "but- fuck," he breathes, feeling you clench around him, "i'd say i'm fucking you pretty good, yeah?" he keeps driving his hips into you, strings of curses falling from both of your lips. "close," you whine, hand grasping at nothing on the desk. charlie smirks, "so soon?" he says, voice cocky as ever, "tell me you're sorry, hm? tell me you're wrong, that maybe cops aren't all that bad. then maybe you can cum." you're ashamed of how pathetic you probably sound, immediately going back on everything you stand for and begging this cop to let you cum. "was wrong, i- fuck, 'm sorry." you breathe, eyes cinched shut and hips rattling against his desk. charlie laughs, you can practically hear the smirk on his face, "well if you say so," he doesn't let up, just keeps driving into you. "cum for me then, yeah? show me how good a cop made you feel."

[thegingerwrites]

i'm safe behind the parts you haven't touched

by thegingerwrites

obikin, E, 18k oneshot

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, Top Obi-Wan Kenobi/Bottom Anakin Skywalker, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Weight Gain, Anakin Skywalker Leaves the Jedi Order, Background Anidala divorce, Mutual Pining, Frottage, Coming In Pants, Multiple Orgasms

Summary:

Obi-Wan opens the door and there he is. Anakin. Like no time has passed at all. Anakin could have just come back from a training session with Ahsoka, here to ask if Obi-Wan wants to join him for dinner in the refectory. But then Obi-Wan takes in Anakin’s set of civilian clothes, his brown jacket and dark blue tunic, the tight-fitting brown pants with multiple sets of pockets along his thighs, and thick-soled boots. No, things aren’t so familiar after all. Anakin left. The war was over. Palpatine was dead. And so he left in order to be a husband to his wife and a father to his children. Obi-Wan has had four years to come to terms with that fact. To heal from the war and move on as a good Jedi should. But when they run into each other by pure coincidence, is it any wonder neither of them can let go?

I posted a snippet of this fic a little while ago when I was really deep in my feelings about Obi-Wan and Anakin in an AU where they avert the end of RotS but Anakin leaves the order. I also wanted to explore a bit of weight gain as a sign of healing here and the intersection of those two ideas became this fic!

Here's another excerpt from when they finally meet again after four years apart:

“Obi-Wan.”

He would know that voice anywhere. He hasn’t heard it in four years.

It comes from behind him. Meaning that he could keep going, pretend he hasn’t heard and walk away. That would certainly be the smart choice, if cowardly, but Obi-Wan has nothing to do with this man anymore. And wouldn’t it be justice of a sort, to leave him the way he left Obi-Wan?

But Obi-Wan has never been able to walk away from Anakin Skywalker.

He turns and sees Anakin. For the first time in four years. His hair glints golden in the mid-day sunlight and the lines on his face are a little deeper. Everything and nothing at all has changed since they last met.

Almost in unison, the way they used to match each other step for step, they inhale and open their mouths as if to say something. But what do you say to someone you used to speak to every day? When time and distance couldn’t give you the words you needed to say, how do you find them in an instant, out of the blue?

Then someone shrieks, runs into his leg and grabs on, followed by another person on his opposite leg. Two children, the same height, one with blond hair and the other brunette, cling giggling to his legs.

“Luke,” Obi-Wan murmurs. “And Leia.”

Obi-Wan only knows of the twins in the abstract. He knew they existed, knew they were part of the reason Anakin left the Order, but he has never met them, never even seen a holo. At the sound of their names, they both look up at him with wide grins on their faces. Leia is missing one of the teeth at the front of her smile. When Obi-Wan notices them in the Force, the sensation of them nearly takes his breath away. Together, they are a match for Anakin, his brightness, his ferocity. They glow. And it is a wonder Obi-Wan didn’t see them sooner.

He kneels down to get a better look at them. Now he sees it, the pieces of their mother and father, glimpses in their eyes or the set of their mouths, the way that they move. Too many and too familiar to Obi-Wan for him to count.

“I told you he knew us, Daddy!” Leia tells her father. She wraps her arms around Obi-Wan possessively, like someone might try to take him away.

“I knew him too!” Luke insists, mirroring his sister’s embrace on Obi-Wan’s other side. “He felt…he felt fum—f—”

“Familiar,” Obi-Wan offers, feeling a little breathless.

Luke’s face brightens like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. “Yeah! You felt familiar in the Force.”

Obi-Wan blinks. Because of course Luke could sense him. Of course he can sense the bond that used to exist between him and Anakin or perhaps he can envision what Obi-Wan must look like in the Force based on stories Anakin has told or stars, maybe he has a memory of Obi-Wan’s Force signature from before he was born. There is no telling what impossible feat of Force connection Anakin’s children might be capable of.

Leia crosses her arms. “I felt it too.”

“Of course you did,” Obi-Wan says. The two of them are entirely untrained or at least they feel that way in the Force. They are bright and powerful, undoubtedly, but there is no control there. Anakin has given them the vocabulary for what he knew as fact from the moment he was born but none of the tools Obi-Wan tried to teach him make sure that he was guided by his power rather than carried away by it.

“Daddy just picked us up from school,” Luke tells him. “We were on our way to get milkshakes!”

“Were you now?” Obi-Wan pulls back to get a better look at them without extricating himself fully from their grasp. He gets to his feet once again but the two of them refuse to oblige him by letting go completely. Luke has the edge of his tabards clutched in one of his small fists. And Obi-Wan finds he has no real desire to leave them so soon now that he has them.

“Mmhmm,” Leia hums. “I’m going to get chocolate!”

“An excellent choice.”

“You could come,” Anakin suggests, his voice unreadable. Four years and Obi-Wan has lost the ability to read him. To know his emotions better than his own. But then again, perhaps he was always kidding himself if he ever believed that was true.

It isn’t that Obi-Wan forgot that Anakin was standing there, watching them. That isn’t possible. But having this many Skywalkers in front of him after so long without is too much. Overwhelming. Obi-Wan doesn’t like to think of himself as a coward but he desperately wants to run.

“I can’t,” he manages.

“We’re on our way to Dex’s,” Anakin tries again. “The twins have never been.”

“I’m afraid I was just there for lunch.” Obi-Wan palms the side of his belly and it is a reminder that he has a body, that he still inhabits it, despite the way his head is swimming.

“You could sit with us while the kids have their shakes—”

“—I said, no.” The sharpness of Obi-Wan’s voice surprises even himself. “I have responsibilities to attend to back at the Temple. I went to Dex’s more for business rather than pleasure.” None of which is strictly true but Anakin does not need to know that.

But Anakin has never been one to settle for less than he wants. And the word ‘no’ always seemed to hit his ear like a challenge instead of a refusal. Or perhaps he did manage to learn one lesson from Obi-Wan after all of those years together. He has all of the negotiating prowess of a blaster bolt.

“We should talk,” Anakin says. “Get drinks or have dinner some time.”

“I’m not on Coruscant very often these days.”

“Some time soon, then.”

Obi-Wan takes a breath, long and slow. He keeps his expression utterly neutral but he knows despite his best efforts at hiding just how much Anakin can read his exasperation. His lips lift a little, still pink and expressive though they are not quite as plush as they once were. There is a smugness there in his expression. Anakin knows he has worn him down.

He can’t keep fighting while maintaining his composure. They are in public. Anakin’s children are still standing there at his feet. He can’t take Anakin apart the way he might if they were alone. He can’t say all of the things he has wrestled with and thought about saying since Anakin left.

Perhaps they should meet.

“You know where to find me,” Obi-Wan says instead. Because while his missions take him away from Coruscant much of the time, his address at the Temple has never changed. His comm code is the same. Anakin is the one who walked away and never looked back.

Anakin nods. “I do.”

He gathers up the twins, bending down a little to take both of their hands. Luke rushes over to give Obi-Wan’s leg another hug before they go. Leia waves at him furiously as they head off to Dex’s.

“He’s so round, Daddy,” Obi-Wan hears Luke say to Anakin. “I bet he gives really good hugs.”

“Better than my hugs?” Anakin asks.

Luke hums considering. “I don’t know. I’ll have to do a test!”

“Are we going to see Obi-Wan again?” asks Leia.

They round the corner and are out of sight before Obi-Wan hears the answer.

[cedarwrought]

my thoughts on tbhx ep 7 (spoilers below cut) (if you saw this before no you didnt)

im curious about e-soul's health condition now- at first i thought it was just the old e-soul who had the labored breathing but it seems that yang cheng has inherited it too? im thinking back to when he was in the hospital and mentioning that e-soul's power felt similar to electricity. i really want to know the details of this power and its health effects!

yang cheng losing the same arm the old e-soul lost in their final battle is sad but it represents the never-ending cycle of heroism and capitalism. despite what yang cheng thinks, he's not changing a system. it can't be done with only one person's will, strong as it may be. i'm hoping that this will all change in the tournament we've been hearing about, but i'm worried about his mental state as of right now tbh.

uncle rock is so scary- genuinely. not only did he take advantage of two young men in his scheme to kidnap little pomelo, but he had no qualms kidnapping one in order to leverage it against the other into shooting shang chao. AND PROCEEDED TO DROWN THEM BOTH IN WET CONCRETE AFTER THE DEED WAS DONE.

but besides that, his understanding of perception and how it's wielded is terrifying. he knew how to draw out og! esoul into using a particular move and was able to manipulate the public into pressuring him into doing exactly that.

it makes me wonder if he had cultivated yang cheng's personality to be the way it is, but i'm leaning towards him knowing yang cheng's background, seeing how his trajectory in life was going and taking advantage of the opportunity that presented itself. after all, it's like the special love seat: it doesn't have powers or anything to make you fall in love, but uncle rock took advantage of an opportunity already present.

also. to me . shang chao and xia qing represent the upper class and middle/lower class respectively. xia qing wanted yang cheng to have a normal life- to go to a concert with her and not lose himself to the identity of e-soul. meanwhile, shang chao immediately wanted to thrust yang cheng into the world of heroism (and in a top ten spot, no less). he grew up with these types of privileges and thrusts them upon yang cheng without a second thought, but we can't be having that now can we?

it makes sense for shang chao to be dead- to someone in the lower class like yang cheng, you can never truly assimilate to the upper echelons of society.

it's also quite stark in the funeral scene when mr shang is confronted by yang cheng. yang cheng's wearing a blue shirt, black cardigan, and pants. he quite literally cannot afford a suit. and while i understand parental rage, mr shang's treatment of yang cheng is telling of the wealthy elite: unless you can make yourself useful, get out of their sight.

i wonder about uncle rock's background too. he seemed quite comfortable and didn't struggle with his transition to donning more refined clothing- i wonder if he had grown up well-off but had been cast off by his family or never really had a chance to make it big like mr shang and has been biding his time. yang cheng makes a comment about how his campaign would cost a lot of money but uncle rock seems very unbothered

another thing- yang cheng showing up to class late and covered with mud and spinning it into saying he guesses he's just more down to earth is foreboding of his future. like yes, he is. he wanted to enter the fight so that people can have a hero who fought for justice (albeit not realizing to be a hero is to resign yourself to the whims of corporations and public opinion- which doesn't always advocate for justice, particularly online). but also . he's naive. in a circumstance where most would make an excuse of some sort, he's painfully sincere and endearing about it. and that sincerity, that genuine desire, was easy for uncle rock to manipulate.

i'll do a proper analysis post later on once ive rewatched yang cheng's arc but in the meantime i'll weep for yang cheng and his future

[cinnamongrl2006]

Hello! Can i request Hal jordan x reader but, she is batmans assistant. Essentially he gets jealous that batman has your attention all the time and has a small rivalry with batman whre they compete for the reader affection.

Feel free to ignore (♡◕ω◕♡)

a/n: I've not been online much lately because life has genuinely been crazy, but I miss you guys so much! And I'm sorry I'm not going through my inbox as quick as I'd like. I'll try to have part 2 out by next week! Also, can't believe there's almost 600 of you!! cw: fem reader part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Working for the Justice League was not an easy job, but it was a well paying gig that your years as an assistant for different government departments had gotten you, and you were not about to sacrifice that for a little peace of mind. Sure, Batman was demanding, but that was because he knew what you were capable of, because he saw your potential.

“You know, I wouldn’t push you if I didn’t believe in you,” Bruce would say, glancing back at you as you hurried to keep up. And you believed him, because he was so smart, so confident, he had to be right.

You found your job slightly humiliating, all that running around behind him, files clutched in your arms, computer screen glowing on your face as he paced and talked— walking helped him think— about some case or other. Most of the work you did was administrative, you were, essentially, an overqualified secretary.

You spent your days in the watchtower and most of your nights in the cave, the burnout seemed imminent, but it never quite got to that point. Batman was just testing your potential, he would never overwork you.

“Can you file this under urgent? And let Superman know.” he’d request, barely breaking stride.

“Sure, right away!” you’d reply, trying to keep your voice from breaking under pressure.

You could keep telling yourself that this was the job opportunity of a lifetime, that all the pressure Bruce put on you would only make you strive for more and reach perfection, but Hal wouldn't take it.

Everyone noticed it, really. Batman went through assistants like Bruce Wayne went through girlfriends: quickly and without a second thought. But you were holding on, you'd been around for longer than any other of his assistants.

You were so different from all of them, too—so sweet and doting, patient with him when Bruce was being an asshole, always going the extra mile to fix any issue he might have had. Hal could only wish to be so lucky.

God, Hal didn't know what he would do if he were on the receiving end of your actions—your attempts at jokes that never seemed to cheer up the Bat but always made Hal's heart race a little faster, and the careful way you checked in with Bruce after missions, never pushing too hard, always wide-eyed and genuinely interested.

He thought you looked just like a fawn, always shyly trailing behind Batman on shaky legs, as if you hadn't yet gotten used to the hustle and bustle of working with him, as if you didn't yet know the Hall of Justice and the Watchtower like the back of your hand. He couldn't help but smile at you every time you locked eyes, flashing his sharp canines—those sharp canines you daydreamed about sinking into your skin, hard enough to leave a mark, hard enough to feel the sting—just to see your cheeks go red as you looked back down at the files on your desk.

Hal found it so unfair how Bruce was just hoarding you, he never even glanced at you, had you working day and night, running, blood pumping, heels clicking.

If you were his, Hal would never have you running around in heels, typing for hours on end, or classifying files chronologically at the end of every month. Ideally, if you were his, Hal wouldn't let you work at all; you would never have to lift a finger around him, unless it was to boss him around, which you were uncharacteristically good at.

But for now, you were all over Batsy, and there wasn't much he could do apart from smile at you from across the room. So, he started to try harder, asking about your weekends, hobbies, and your coffee order, listening attentively—or trying to—because Bruce always needed you for something once the conversation started to get intimate.

"Jesus, you've been locked in here for four hours straight, does he know you're not a robot?" Hal would lean over your desk, palms flat against the table, forearms bulging right in your line of view. God, what you would do to bite them.

"It's all part of the job, nothing I can't handle." You brushed him away with a flick of your hand, your cheeks heating up under his worried gaze.

“Sure, but you shouldn't have to run yourself ragged.” Hal said, his voice low but earnest.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, trying to sound more confident than you felt. “I can manage this.”

Hal raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “You know, I can’t remember the last time I saw you take a proper break. What’s the point of working so hard if you don’t take a second to breathe and see how far you got?”

“I just don’t want to let him down. There’s a lot riding on these reports.”

“Yeah, but you’re not a machine. Even machines need maintenance,” Hal replied, leaning back slightly. “How about this: take a quick break, and I’ll grab us both a coffee. My treat.”

Before you could reply, as always, Bruce's frame appeared from behind him, movements slow and deliberate.

"Jordan. You're not distracting my secretary, are you? I need those reports typed in before midnight."

And Hal took the hint, leaving with a playful wink tossed over his shoulder. Hal Jordan was not one to back down from a challenge; if it meant fighting Bruce off with nails and teeth, then so be it. You were too beautiful not to fight for.

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taglist: @laceyfaeryy, @cherrycolaheartss

[miimo96]

Thoughts on TBHK Chapter 126

The time has finally come, the moment we've all been waiting for, Chapter 126 is finally here and judging from how last chapter ended as well as the cover card and after months of speculation, it looks like it's finally time to see yashiro travel back in time and if ya know anything about me then you'd know exactly how excited i am for this ^^ Tbh this is probably the longest chapter I ever had to read for this series, with this mf having over 39 pages worth of this shit like wtf did aida cook to have this many pages, either way im excited to see where this chapter goes anyway without further ado let's get into chapter 126

AHHHHHH I HATE HIM, if you effing even THINK about doing anything to her i swear i will make you the most HATED character in this series besides teru

THE GOAT THE CAT IS THE EFFING GOAT! Oh I am a 100% confident now that this is a hundred percent hanako or 1 of the yugi twins now because why else would he do this

LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S F*CKING GOOO! ^w^

Yo This is so effing GOOD like I'm absolutely loving this chapter so far, my god aidairo you never seem to miss, also why do i get the feeling from this panel that she's about to go through the Re: zero treatment? 😅😅😅😰

Oh Yashiro confident as hell she ain't taking anymore chances 😅

Well looks like all's well that ends well i gue- Wait, WHAT! Oh no PLEASE don't tell me she can't change KEY moments in the past please, that would absolutely SUCK, Oh no please don't do this to me aida not again PLEASE

Oh this hourglass is EVIL, theyre just gonna keep effing with her aren't they, wow ya know i think out of all the current chapters so far, this 1 has to be probly the Darkest one I've ever read aside from the red house arc, like just the fact they're making her go through all this shit again is just insane to me to the point where im starting to believe that aidairo secretly loves to do this to us like bruh this just can't get any worse right ^^;

Oh NO!

OMGWTF! 🤯 wait, No aida no PLEASE stop, you're not really telling this right, yourw not really telling me that this THING actually possed yashiro instead right, that it didn't just make her KILL her friends right, right!? 😰

Oh my fucking GODD! Why? What did we do to deserve this aidairo, why 😢😢😢 bruh i effing love this series, never in my life would i have ever thought that TBHK would have stuff like this, oh the effing anime better do this shit justice im looking at you lerche, bruh i feel like yuji at the end of shibuya looking at this

YOU! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! God i HATE this THING AHHHHHH 😖

Tramua. The key word of today is Trauma: T.R.A.M.U.A, Tramua, because that's exactly what I'm feeling from this ^^; also is anyone else getting Tokyo ghoul vibes from this, no, just me

Literally my reaction rn 😢 omg aida why, why do you do this to us, are you gege in disguise because what the hell, I- I don't think i can handle this anymore... like is there even any way to fix things

The GOAT, the effing GOAT is here, AKANE!!! Bruh this chapter was such a rollercoaster omg I never thought aidairo could go that far, wow I so can't wait for the next one, yeah it's official tbhk is hands down the best series I have ever read, can't wait to see how this plays out next month see y'all next time ^^

[14dayswithyou]

Hi, Howdy! Hey! I really love your novel!! I got a little confused by the 4 day, may maybe you help me please? who is it? why we got the bad end staying the night in Ren’s apartment and he disappear of the home screen? I can’t understand “unset memory” game, sorry if I wrote smth wrong or smth sounds rude, I swear that I didn’t mean it if happened, I’m really a fan of the novel, I’ve been playing the game since day 1 or 2 I guess, probably day 1, english isn’t my first language, but I tried lol

⌞♥⌝ I hope you don't mind me answering these as bullet points!! ^^

"It" will be revealed later in the game! So I won't reveal too much right now.

You can only get the Dead End in Day 4 by staying at Ren's apartment — the rest of your choices before that don't matter. I'd also pay closer attention to the black smoke and Ren's reaction towards it!

Ren disappears from the home screen because he promised to help the player out (and stop them from getting the Dead End again). Try replaying the game again from the beginning for a surprise!

"Unsent Memories" was another visual novel (initially being written by @10chimes / @unsentmemory, though the project has since been dropped and handed back to me /pos) and is set in the same universe as 14 Days With You. Its storyline and characters are completely separate from 14DWY, so you don't have to worry about them while playing 14DWY.

[a-host-of-dancing-daffodils]

And because I recently read the Chocolate Box...Please enjoy one of the only things I feel like the show did right with this particular story...

Poirot looking super dapper in his Belgian police uniform:

The cut of this uniform is very flattering on him, I must say...especially with the way it accentuates his chest, his waist, and his ''''''''seat''''''''

And I love the design on the collar/sleeves. Very fancy/official

also. please look at his very silly official hat

Gotta say. Hugh Fraser may have been the eye candy of this show, but. David Suchet sure knows how to be pretty, too

[bigeloo]

Indulging myself in the usual bullshit

[room-surprise]

Man, everyone is always talking about how Kabru is wearing eye makeup, but you guys understand that he is just naturally heart-stoppingly gorgeous right? He's probably not wearing any makeup, he's South Asian and he has naturally long, dark lashes, and a delicate, feminine face. He's a beautiful man! He'd look radiant even naked and covered in mud.

He's the type of beautiful that people write poetry about and start wars over!

This is just canon. It's shown and told to us multiple times and ways. People see him and swoon on sight, even when he's barely trying. Even when he's dirty and tired, even when they are hardened warriors and spies. And it's implied that he can and does do this sort of thing regularly... He has a whole flock of women that he's charmed.

And it's not like Dungeon Meshi has sameface syndrome. There's plenty of other men that don't look like Kabru. Kabru's meant to be very, very beautiful. AND on top of that, he's also insanely charismatic and genuinely good at reading people, figuring out what they want, and finding ways to give it to them that makes them like and trust him. He manages to do it within minutes of meeting Daya's hostile, jealous fiancee.

He's a Cleopatra, an Alexander the Great, a Caesar. If he was in a war he'd go out with 10 soldiers and come back with 20 because he convinced the enemy to defect and join his mission.

He's not perfect but he's damn close. His biggest flaw, Kui explicitly tells us, is not having enough experience, and specifically not knowing enough about monsters. The first will naturally be fixed as time passes, and the second.... well, it isn't a problem as long as he's not in a dungeon, which is 99% of his life....

[sword-wielding-sapphic]

calling Black Sails fans 📣

does anyone know of any fics where Silver convinces himself that he's only seducing Flint to manipulate him and only realises later that he actually does love him?

please xx