#anyways- woman pretty woman hot woman dangerous woman *keeps going*

[polarmary]

Went to try new brushes and stuff got out of hand….

Alternative version (TW: Blood)

[coolnameloading]

Lute x Fem!reader

Came up with this idea a while ago and decided to make it a fic, I'll update eventually but it might take a while. basic gist is sinner reader gets saved by Vaggie and now works in the hotel to pay her back and meets Lute who she becomes a simp for almost instantly, enjoy.

You’ve been in hell since…well a while. You died sometime in 2021 or 2020, the details are blurry. 

The second you got to hell you knew why you were there. It’s because you ran. Whenever things got hard you ran, when you saw horrible things happening to people you ran, when your family was in danger you ran, and now that you’re in hell all you do is run.

Your soul has taken the form of a pastel blue and pink-haired human with 2 cow licks on your hair resembling cat ears...but they just resemble cat ears! Sure they might twitch sometimes and you can hear better now than when you were alive but it’s just weird tufts of hair.  Your skin is also powdery blue with pink stripes on your arms and torso, and your fingers have retractable claws. 

You were also given 2 small powers in the afterlife, it’s nothing like the V’s or Alastor’s powers but they got you out of a few tight spots.

Your first one was your speed, turns out that if you spend your life running like hell you also spend your after-life running like hell while in hell.

The second one was the ability to turn invisible for a few minutes at a time.

These abilities combined with your appearance have gotten you the nickname Cheshire which was just fine by you because you couldn’t remember your real name anyway but it felt a little too on-the-nose that your soul took the literal form of a scaredy cat. 

The unfortunate and unforeseen consequence of your powers and appearance ended up making you the favorite pastime of some bored overlords. Catching you has become a bit of a game for some of them.

Which is what led you to the hotel. You were running from some small fry overlord trying to heighten his status by catching the Cheshire.

He got pretty close actually, you were exhausted, had been running for days at this point and your invisibility wasn’t helping you out because you were being far too loud with how desperate you were to get away.

You kept running and running until you ran over Vaggie who pulled out her spear and pointed it at you until she saw your disheveled state and noticed that you were being chased.  

Once she realized what was happening she slashed at the overlord, injuring but not killing him and causing him to run away. 

After she helped get you to the hotel where Charlie let you have a room for a night and asked if you wanted to stay permanently the day after you agreed.

Do you believe in redemption? No, not really. But if you stay in the hotel the overlords can’t hunt you and you get a nice-ish place to sleep. Also, you feel like you owe Vaggie for saving your life so you help around with random tasks here and there. 

And everything was good for a while.

Until Charlie went to meet with Adam and Vaggie asked you to go with her to make sure she was safe. 

A few minutes after Charlie left she’d come to you with a worried expression and said,

“She’s too trusting, what if they try something? Just keep an eye on her please?” 

And you could hardly deny the woman who saved your life something so simple.

“Whatever ya say, boss.”

So you did, you turned invisible and followed behind Charlie while she tapped-danced her way to a giant elevator-looking thing. Where she had to sign in before walking into a large room with an exterminator and an angel with golden wings.

You hid behind Charlie’s chair paying close attention to everything happening with 2 major things standing out to you. 

The golden-winged angel is Adam and he’s a dick.

The exterminator standing next to him has a hot fucking voice.

After several minutes of listening to Adam talking about fucking some woman at a concert Charlie finally gets to pitch the hotel. 

Only to get cut off immediately by the exterminator, with the hot as fuck voice, who goes on a small rant about how the only reason Charlie and the other hell-borns are alive is that Lucifer cut a deal with Adam and the exterminators. 

Then she gets a little too close to Charlie for comfort and you reveal yourself hissing slightly at the exterminator. She immediately goes for her spear and Charlie stands in front of you.

“The extermination is over!”

She growls out, her horns showing and her eyes glowing red.

“You can’t touch her.”

Adam and the exterminator glare at you before he clears his throat, “Stand down danger tits…we’ll get her next time.”

He grumbles, clearly annoyed with the situation. 

The exterminator keeps glaring at you holding her spear tightly and it takes everything in you not to run.

You can’t help but look at her wings which are fluffed up in what must be aggravation, but you can’t help but notice how fluffy they are.

If she wasn’t pointing a spear at you you’d reach out to touch them. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by Adam yelling, “Lute get your flat ass back here now!”

The exterminator, Lute, walks back to Adam’s side and stands there glaring at you while Adam and Charlie continue their conversation.

Charlie goes back to explaining the hotel with her song only to get cut off…by a song….at this point, you’re thinking of asking Vaggie to pay you for this shit. 

The general idea of the song was that sinners deserve death because you all suck and that they’ll be back in 6 months.

Then the hologram of Adam somehow grabs Charlie and throws her out, when you run after her you see Lute’s hand trying to grab your wrist and you move out of the way.

 You’re sure as fuck not getting caught by an angel.

The Cheshire isn’t getting caught by a fucking angel…even if it’s one with a hot raspy voice…and who probably has hot abs….and you kinda have a mask kink now.

You might legit be into this bitch…but that’s a problem for later. 

For now, you have to check up on Charlie. 

“Boss, are you alright? That dickhead didn’t hurt you did he?”

You whisper, looking over her wrists for any bruising.

“N-no I’m fine Cheshire but what were you doing in there?”

She asks you taking her hands out of yours.

You giggle nervously and rub the back of your neck, “I was worried about ya boss, had to make sure you were alright.”

You feel guilty for lying to Charlie but you’d rather not get Vaggie in trouble for being worried about her girlfriend.

Charlie looks suspicious but doesn't ask any more questions and just nods her head. 

“Alright, now come on we need to go back to the hotel and come up with a plan.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

The two of you walk back to the hotel to deliver the news to the others.

[hana-no-seiiki]

YANDERE! BATFAM W/ MILES MORALES (BUT MAKE IT GENDER NEUTRAL)! READER

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] [PREVIOUS CHAPTER ]

GENERAL CW/TW: Spoilers for Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse. Typical Yandere themes of stalking, violence, and whatnot.

PART SPECIFIC CW/TW: Soft, awfully wholesome scene with your father. Like seriously it’s like the third time I watched the whole movie but this particular scene still breaks me

current status: unedited

summary: you get replaced by peter last minute as the one that plugs in the goober. but you won’t let that happen. not when he still has a whole life to get back to.

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WHAT’S UP DANGER

( PART FOUR )

“Aye, Getting old they doubted us, makes it that more marvelous. Sign ‘em up cause I’m on this vibes and I get synonymous.

What’s up, danger?

Aye, don’t be a stranger!”

Look, because of the Spiderman: Miles Morales game I’m a bit biased.

I don’t want uncle Aaron to die damn it. But yeah the Prowler does exist and you have been keeping contact with him.

But for the sake of keeping the dude alive though he’ll only physically come in act 2 of this series, we gucci?

Although this means you lose a lot of the development Miles gets from his death. I’ll try my best to make the events as natural as possible

Anyways, you come back to the spider gang hanging out at Jason and Roy’s apartment.

The gang essentially jumpscares you (thank god for spider sense) with a suit of your own.

Except it was one size too big.

And there were holes at the eye sockets for you to actually see through.

“Ehrm . . . Thanks ?”

“You don’t gotta pretend you like it, kid.”

“Ahaha…”

“It’ll fit eventually.”

You begin sweating quite a bit. Something felt so off here.

You notice that Jason was looking straight at you.

Which I mean, anyone would be m e l t i n g if someone like Red Hood was staring right at them so it’s a miracle you aren’t a puddle at the moment.

Perhaps it’s cause you spent so much time with your crush, Gwen, that you’ve pretty much gotten used to hot people looking at you directly.

Still, you turn away and hide your face. Utterly clueless as to how react in this type of situation.

The relatively peaceful circumstance doesn’t last long as everyone’s spider sense is alerted and the door bell rings. A mechanical tentacle shoots through the lock, completely shattering it.

“Cute place. Real homey.”

Oh great, it’s Liv.

“Get out of here, kid.”

“For the last time I’m a legal adult—“

“Mira todas estas arañitas. (Well, look at these little spiders.)”

Two more of Kingpin’s men show up, Tombstone and Scorpion.

God, fucking damn it—

Olivia spots the new flashdrive Peni made around Peter’s neck and grins.

“Oh, I think I’ll be taking that.”

You hold in your attraction to the woman and duck as a fight ensues.

Scorpion takes notice of you.

“Niñito dale. (Go ahead, little one.)”

“Prepárate a morir (Prepare to die) — Ah, man stupid pillows!”

Before you could get your body bashed in by the cyborg, Red Hood takes a shot his tail just in time.

“You good?”

“Y-yeah.”

Your spider senses were all over the place just like with Damian. What is it with black haired hot guys and their danger levels-

You manage to slip away, flashdrive in hand, courtesy of invisibility finally working in your favor.

“All vehicles in the area we have a disturbance involving multiple spider . . . people ?”

“On my way.”

Dick wasn’t the type to spend Christmas in Gotham.

But the tone of his brother’s voice — how broken and desperate it was — alarmed him.

It seemed that his baby brother finally fell in love.

It was about time really.

Although he was terribly curious as to who the person the Damian Wayne had fallen for.

You couldn’t just be a normal student from school right?

He finds around the scene looking terrified and scared.

A perfect opportunity to get to know you a little better.

“You alright there citizen?”

“Huh? Yeah I’m fine.”

“You seem pretty calm despite being in a police car and all.”

“My dad’s a cop. He gives me rides in one plenty of times.”

“Jefferson Davis, right?”

“You know him?”

“Well, it’s hard not knowing the guy who’s been looking all over for you. He spread the news to several police departments.”

“That . . . sounds a lot like him . . . “

“You don’t have to worry. I won’t tell him where you are. You need some space, right?”

“Right.”

Nothing outstanding so far. You were cute albeit awkward. But he could see that you were going through things at the moment. Early adulthood is a bitch after all.

You kept quiet most of the ride.

You were so distracted that you didn’t even question how he knew what school you went to and the location of your dorms.

“Hey, I’m a little curious, why don’t you have his last name? Family problems?”

“No, it’s something with my grandfather. I don’t think it’s within my place to share.”

“Well alright.”

You two arrive at your dormitory and you make sure to give the place a good old scan just in case you were getting followed.

“I’ll see ya when I see ya, [Y/N]. Give me a call if you ever need help.”

“Got ya.”

You realize that you don’t even know the man’s name much less a way to contact him.

But as you look back, the car he was in had already driven away.

Time wasn’t going to wait for you.

You knew that. You were trying your darn hardest to chase after it.

But you weren’t fast enough.

“[Y/N]. We came to say goodbye.”

“Goodbye? We can say goodbye at the collider.”

“You’re not getting it. You’re staying here.”

“I need to be there, so you can all go home.”

“They are going home [Y/N]. I’m the only one staying.”

“You’re taking my place.”

Your voice trembled as you say those words. And unbeknownst to you, Jason (and to be fair the rest of the spider-people are out there eavesdropping too) shivered as he heard your words.

“If you stay here you’ll die.”

“I’m doing what needs to be done. I just wanted you to hear it from me.”

“What about MJ?”

“Not everything works out, kid. I need the goober.”

“That’s not fair! You gotta tell them I can do this.”

It took Jason all his might to not reach out and embrace you.

He knew how it felt to be replaced. Circumstances differ but still, a connection was made.

Although he couldn’t be there for you now as you had to grow into the Spiderman you had to be, he promised to himself that he will in the future.

After all, if you two were partners in another universe, what stops it from happening in this one as well?

“It wasn’t their decision.”

“I’m ready, I promise— ah—!”

Peter knocks you down, jumping to the ceiling and dangling you by a web.

Jason clenched his teeth. As much as this man knew so much about him and his vulnerabilities, and how he knew this was completely necessary it still ached to see his destined partner getting thrown around.

“Then venom strike me right now or turn invisible on command so you can get past me.”

Peter webs your entire body and sticks you to the chair your roommate always used.

“Look I know how much you want this kid. But you don’t have it yet. I’m sorry.”

“When will I know I’m ready?!”

He then webs your mouth and takes the goober from your hands.

“You won’t. It’s a leap of faith. That’s all it is [Y/N]. A leap of faith.”

And you’re left alone, stuck with webs all over your body. Unable to move or talk.

You hear a knock to your door.

“[Y/N]. . . ! Uh . . . [Y/N] it’s your dad. Please open the door.”

Unfortunately you couldn’t so you just use thrust your body closer to him.

“[Y/N] I can see your shadow moving around.”

“Yeah okay I get it. I get it yes… still ignoring me. Look can we talk for a minute?”

You nod. Internally facepalming after realizing he can’t see you doing so.

“Look sometimes people drift apart [Y/N] and I don’t want that to happen to us, okay? I know I don’t always do what you need me to do or say what you need me to say but I’m…”

“But I see this - this — spark in you, it’s - it’s amazing. It’s why I push you but . . . it’s yours and whatever you choose to do with it you’d be great.”

You feel tears falling from your face as your father spoke.

All those days feeling the pressure of everyone’s expectations on you

As [Y/N], as the Spiderman of this universe.

You were an adult in age, yes. But in the face of all these events your youth and inexperience slapped you in your face.

You wanted to run away. You wanted everything to be over and done with.

But you realize, you were the only one who could do this. For the sake of the spider-gang. For Gotham.

You didn’t know if you were going to succeed but wasn’t that what life was?

A leap of faith.

“Look, call me when you can.”

“I love you. You don’t have to say it back though.”

And your father leaves.

You close your eyes. Thinking back to all the moments you’ve failed, all the times you’ve broken a bone or two trying to learn.

Time wasn’t going to wait for you. But why run after it when you can web-sling it up?

You use your venom powers to get rid of the webs and do you best to get to Jason’s place. He had to have an extra, better suit lying around right? Anything was better than what the gang gave you.

You ring the bell to his house completely expecting him to not be there and potentially having to break in.

But you stand corrected.

“Took you long enough.”

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[cryptcoop]

id love to hear what are some of your personal headcanons for moira and niran if they did ever get in a relationship

I will finally answer this ask with a few of my moiraweaver thoughts

For starters, I think they are playing a very dangerous game. Moira doesn't leave Iraq much, Oasis even more so. So they are usually together there. Oasis has incredible security.. they know when Niran is there, pretty much the instance he steps foot within the university. However, Moira, being minister, holds a lot of power within Oasis, and therefore is granted a lot of leeway.. but not that much. The only thing stopping Talon/Oasis from stopping their get togethers is the fact that it's hard to completely erase the existence of and replace the Minister of Genetics without a few heads turning. They aren't playing it safe either. She brings him to galas touting him around on her arm, outwardly affectionate towards each other, an act of defiance towards Talon. It wont last for long.

I think Moira is a very touch averse person, and Niran is very respectful of that. However she is usually quite comfortable with his touch. He'll usually test the waters, fingertips on her upper back, a light bump of their shoulders together, and if she doesn't bristle to the touch he will be more confident. He has very warm hands and I like to think it's comforting on her body.

I see Niran as a man and Moira as a woman, but they are both definitely playing outside of their roles often. I see Moira as more of the "man" of the relationship, especially outwardly, but they hold equal power within their relationship. To me they are two queer people having fun, they are definitely not a straight couple.

Given that Niran is often on the run, he travels quite a lot. He will send her little gifts from the places he visits and write cards. He often asks Sombra to deliver his packages to her to keep it discreet.

I like to think that Niran can grow a little bit of facial hair (He is typically a very well kept man when he can be ((he waxes/plucks)) but it can be difficult when you're an active vigilante) and if he returns after being gone for an especially long time, Moira cannot kiss him unless he's clean shaven. She can't stand the feeling of facial hair. Sometimes she will pluck/wax/shave him herself, a little indulgent thing for her. They will do each others makeup as well from time to time.

I think in the same sense that Niran will use his healing touch to soothe Moira's ailments I think Moira will also, on occasion, use her biotic grasp on him (I like to think she can do it without her pack to a lesser extent, given that she already has the attachments for it embedded into her arm.) It's hard for me to explain, as it's not something she does to actively hurt him, I think he probably asked her to do it out of curiosity. I think it's.. a trust thing. She has the ability to drain his life away, just as he as the ability to heal hers. A coming together of opposites. Metaphor, Metaphor, yatta yatta, you get it.

Every once and a while, Niran will engage in a game with her, where he will ask her to run away with him. It's a fruitless effort. Moira can't run away from her life. She's dug her grave, and she's actively laying in it. You do not run away from Talon, and you don't run away from the wrought you've wrung into the world. I wrote a little tidbit about it a little while ago :3 here:

Niran shifts to his side, propping himself up by his arm and looking down at Moira. He lacked his usual playful smile, instead opting for a more determined look. “Run away with me.” 

Ah, this song and dance. “And where shall we go?�� 

He hums, considering his options. They’ve played this game a hundred times, and even if the outcome was always the same, he tried anyway. “Iceland is beautiful this time of year, and the hot springs are to die for. I’d love to take you.”

“No.” Moira glances towards him, not wanting to move from her comfortable position. “Much too cold, I prefer the heat nowadays.” 

She watches as his hand strays from his side. It wanders to the buttons of her shirt, ever the indulgent one, unable to keep his hands to himself. “Australia?” He undoes one of the buttons, fingers slipping past silky fabric. “You know, the people living in the outback are quite nice when given the chance.”

“Those Junkers?” Moira fails to hold back a laugh. “Preposterous.”

“I’m being serious! They’re resilient and incredibly resourceful, like you.”

Moira rolls her eyes. “I’ll take your word for it.”

That smile of his comes back. “I think their queen would take a liking towards you. She needs someone to punch back her hotheadedness.” He idly feathers his fingers across her collarbone. She sighs, the warmth of his hand soothing her aching body if only for a moment. He’s starting to think he could be winning her over. “I could take you. Admittedly, it’s antiquated, but I think they’d accommodate you. Plus no one would come looking for you out there.”

Just as quickly as he believes to have the upper hand, she snuffs him out completely. “Too much sand. It kicks up and makes a mess of everything. And I would go mad without running water.”

Niran’s posture deflates, visibly dejected. “Just come out there with me, I promise you won’t regret it.”

He’s starting to beg. He knows the game is over, and he’s pushing it. She takes his hand from within her shirt and places it back to his side. “No, Niran.” 

He stares at her for a long while before accepting his defeat. “Alright.” He says, voice quiet.

[airbendertendou]

i know almost nothing abt demon slayer but have some thoughts abt douma

you wake up in his little cult w no memory of who you are right

the woman taking care of you grins and tosses the wet rag she used on your forehead to the side

nd with this widened almost terrifying smile, she says "our lord has come to visit you himself! what a blessing~"

the first time you see douma you just feel like somthing is. off

hes pretty - stunning, honestly - in this mystical, dangerous way that should lead you away from him instead of bringing you closer. but, its the opposite for his followers - they hang onto every word he says and believe him so earnestly its kind of sad

douma immediately thinks theres something wrong w you. you dont have that foggy, starry-eyed gaze everyone else does when hes near. you look cautious - aware. it makes him hungry

he leans down to face you, "hello, stranger! stay as long as you need to, hm?"

your skin crawls but you nod anyways

staying in paradise is odd. again, everyone hangs on douma's every word and trusts his every action. they devote themselves to him. but youve noticed -

people are going missing, women specifically.

his followers are v obviously in lust w him, bragging abt the nights spent alone w him and begging to be the next chosen one

"it'll be me," one girl says as she dries the freshly cleaned dishes. she perks her chest up smugly, "i've got his favored assets."

"he's been spending more time with me," another argues, "asking for me personally."

"don't act so mighty-"

and then the man himself appears in the doorway with a soft, barely there smile. "[random name], we have some things to discuss. see you tonight?"

everyones attention shifts to the smallest one in the kitchen, eyes large and timid. her hands shake so hard the plate shes holding falls to the floor and shatters. douma tilts his head, "everything alright, sweet? should we have our session a little earlier?"

"shes going to die."

it comes from your mouth before you can stop it. multi-colored eyes snap to you, his nose crinkling slightly. you simply stare, "when they disappear with you, they vanish. die."

douma hides the way his eye twitches. the bustier girl stammers, shoving your shoulder roughly. "you shouldnt say such things! apologize to lord-"

"its okay," doumas eyes twinkle, "curious cicumstances, hm, [name]?"

she doesnt die. its as if douma is proving a point to you - proving you wrong. she lives that night - only to vanish the next. "a personal trip," douma speaks. he dismisses everyones concerns except for yours.

and when you start speaking up more - predicting everyones death - he begins to punish you

the water you wash dishes with is either scalding hot or below freezing. theres a new night shift to the sanctuary that you take care of, staying awake for days on end. cleaning the entirety of paradise by yourself. watching as every other member feasts heartily while your portion is forgotten or unavailable.

douma even tries to throw you off his trail. he speaks to numerous people - has those secret conversations with men and others out of his normal type. but you always seem to know the exact one hes going to consume - the one who will die.

as if you predict it

and that makes him so curious! youre such an annoyance ; a hazard to keep around. but what if you could predict the future? what if maybe you were just that observant?

it doesnt help that you arent afraid of him. most of the time, you simply stare and blink at him, like youre bored

and that starts his obsession with you

the women he takes to his room are reminescent of you. your eye color ; hair color ; height ; the way they speak ; the letter of their name - any similarity to you and theyre done

starts calling you "precious" , "chosen" , or "blessing" to make sure you know hes keeping an eye on you but to also make the other followers hate you

i think youd catch on but but this is where my thought stopped lmao

[sinnamonpork]

todoroki twin swap au where twins Touya and Fuyumi were seperated right from birth after Enji and Rei got a divorce. Years later, Dabi is still an established villain where the whole LoV sees Rei as their Mother FigureTM. Fuyumi is the only daughter of pro hero Endeavor and is very annoyed about all the media running after her all in an attempt to get info about her father.

The twins meet again behind a walmart. Dabi is very pissed because their resident bird spy has been extra annoying pretty that week and his poor heart needs a break. Hence, the big bad villain is hiding in the parking lot of a walmart. There, he sees a random lady who's car has broken down, cursing so hard that even sailors would blush. He was about to look away and pretend he didn't see anything when eyes exactly like his mother is suddenly gazing at him. Oh fuck. Is the psychotic lady his female doppelganger or something? Dabi can now proudly say that even as a woman, he looks hot.

Fuyumi smacked the random creep that kinda looks like a version of his dad if he didn't eat for 2 weeks straight. And also the eyes. No one has those turquoise eyes anywhere. The two officially meet each other when they're sitting side by side eating a mcdonads sundae scone, covered in cuts and bruises. Unofficially, they met each other by fist fighting in a parking lot after Dabi insulted Fuyumi's hair color.

Anyways, random shenanigans where they switch places because it seems like fun. Fuyumi is trying to desperately get Enji and Rei back together while Dabi is doing everything in his power to make Enji forget about his mom. By matchmaking him with Hawks. (the bird says he has a thing for blue eyes. maybe they the old man and hawks can work out after all? - said dabi, the most oblivious man to exist). Fuyumi spents her entire time with the League like an extended vacation where she finally gets a break from life and absolutely crushing the most dangerous villain at mario cart. Satisfaction has never tasted sweeter.

idk how its gonna end but here's a random list of their shenanigans:

Dabi using enji's credit card to buy all the things he ever wanted in life. The old man is missing years of child support anyways. Enji is just confused why Fuyumi would need the perfume to attract birds that is being credited to his account. Maybe she's into birdwatching these days?

Fuyumi meets Rumi in the street and completely forgot about the fact that she's currently dressed as her A rank villain twin, leading to her being pinned by the rabbit hero to the wall - muscled arms choking her. Strangely, all it manages to do is make Fuyumi discover a new kink.

Hawks meets Dabi while he's dressed as Fuyumi and is immediately confused why his bird instincts are going haywire. Yes, she kinda looks like that one villain he's been simping for for months but he's a loyal bird. Why is he suddenly crushing on Endeavor's daughter? He doesn't even like girls?!?!

Fuyumi adopting Toga as her new little sister. She never had a younger sibling before, and the image of Toga with her blood splattered adorably on one side of her cheek as she recounts her new crush on the brown haired hero student is just adorable. This is hers now. Touya can go die in a ditch somewhere as long as Fuyumi gets to keep Himiko.

[lamardeuse]

We’d be so grand at the game

(Buck/Eddie, rated E, c. 12000 words)

visual teaser

First of all, Eddie knew it was a bad idea, okay? But it also kind of made sense.

Somewhere in the last couple of years, he'd gotten stone cold petrified of dating. Fine, let's be honest, he'd always hated dating. The thought of meeting stranger after stranger, both of you desperate to make some sort of connection, was Eddie's idea of hell. Deciding what to do, where to go, whether the restaurant was not fancy enough or too fancy, whether the activity he proposed was too boring or kid-oriented, then actually going on the date and trying to make small talk or be charming  – the point was that the whole thing, from start to finish, was a nightmare.

“You dated a lot,” he said to Buck one night, after Christopher had gone to bed and it was just them and a baseball game the Dodgers were seriously losing, “how did you – you know, keep women interested?”

“Uh,” Buck said, “well, I wouldn't call a lot of what I did dating, exactly. They were hookups, not anything that might have led to something more meaningful – or even a second date. I kept them interested long enough to get what we both came for, I guess.”

Eddie took a long drink of his beer and tried to ignore the way the tips of his ears suddenly felt hot. He'd heard enough stories about Buck 1.0 from Hen and Chimney to know Buck hadn't made the best choices in those days, but it was another thing to hear it from Buck himself.

Buck added, “The first woman I seriously dated was Abby, and that was – the definition of complicated.” He paused. “Now that I think about it, we didn't go out much. But then our first real date ended with her giving me a tracheotomy.”

Eddie nearly choked on his beer. “Holy shit, Buck,” he managed, coughing. “How have I never heard this story?”

Buck grimaced. “Because it's embarrassing? Besides, I always got the feeling you didn't like her very much.”

“I don't,” Eddie admitted. Honestly, he kind of hated her, and he'd barely met her. From what he'd learned from Buck and the others, it seemed to him like she'd used him, only to drop him like a hot rock the minute he'd served his purpose. She'd never really seen him as anything but a pretty young bedwarmer instead of a person worthy of consideration. She'd never seen Buck.

And it was possible he was a little biased. Especially when he'd had to watch Buck pull a dangerous stunt because he thought her happiness was worth more than his life.

“Well anyway,” Buck said, “the point is I'm not a big expert on dating either. I just sort of – go with the flow, let the other person take the lead.”

“Hm,” Eddie said. “Yeah, I've had it with doing that. I went with the flow and ended up married and having a kid at twenty-one.” He held up a hand at Buck's startled look. “Not that I'd trade Christopher for the world. But I've spent a lot of time feeling like I'm being swept along while other people make the decisions for me, and I'm tired of it.”

“I guess we all feel that way sometimes,” Buck murmured. “Nobody is one hundred percent the master of their own destiny.”

“You believe in fate?”

Buck made a face. “Not exactly? Just – Taylor said once that I should let the universe come to me –”

This time it was Eddie's turn to make a face, and Buck laughed. “Man, you clearly hate my taste in women, huh?”

“I thought Allie was nice.”

“She dumped me while I was still recovering,” Buck said, sounding mildly outraged.

“She got scared. I get it – Shannon was terrified when I went overseas.”

“We're not soldiers, Eds.”

Eddie had a sudden memory of the steady beeping of the machines that kept Buck alive, having to dig his nails into the palms of his hands to stop himself from counting every single one. “Last couple of years, it hasn't felt all that different,” he muttered.

“Yeah, I – I guess you have a point.” Buck blew out a breath. “And that makes it harder too, you know? What we do is dangerous at the best of times. Not everyone wants to sign up for that.”

“Geez,” Eddie said, leaning his head back against the couch. “Guess we're going to be alone for the rest of our lives.”

“Speak for yourself,” Buck said.

Eddie lifted his head. “What, so you're dating now?”

“I'm – going to,” Buck said, drawing himself up.

“When?”

“As soon as I remember my Tinder password.”

“You can reset your password, you know that, right?” Buck glared at him, and Eddie looked back at him steadily, his eyebrows raised.

And then they both burst out laughing.

“God, we're a pair, huh?” Buck said, wiping his eyes.

Eddie felt his heart thump against his breastbone. “Yeah. I guess we are.”

Buck hitched a leg up on the couch and turned more toward Eddie, the disastrous game forgotten. “So how do we get ourselves back out there?”

Eddie opened his mouth. Closed it. Shrugged. “Practice?”

“How are we gonna practice if we can't even take the first step?”

Three hours later, when he was lying in bed staring up at the ceiling, Eddie would not be able to pinpoint with any certainty what possessed him to say what he said next. All he knew was that at the time, it seemed like the perfect answer, the obvious solution.

“We practice on each other.”

read the rest at the AO3

[pillowspace]

Hi! Hey! Hello! I just finished chapter 7 of Celestial Sundown and oh my! It was fenomenal!

I love that CSDy/n is getting more and more comfy in relationship with sun! They are getting bolder and trust each other more! Sun getting into their room is showing the big progress and trust on both parts! I don't know how CSDy/n but for me to tolerate someone in my room is a big thing. I see it was caused by his anxiety but still its the barrier they crossed one way or the other. It was so lovely and well written, what CSDy/n went through was traumatic and painful but while reading I couldn't stop think about the horrors Sun went through this entire time. If everything is okay with him the prayer should get to him and, correct me if I'm wrong, from what I understood the exact words won't come through It but the feelings and some basic meaning will be send to the God.

Therefore he could easily understood something went terribly wrong, not only that but the prayer suddenly stopped, He is far away, and from what I get without his crown he cannot teleport or manifest in different places. What happened? Are they scared? Hurt? Or maybe it was false alarm! They got scared prayed for him, and then they realised there is no danger so they stopped! But then the other call was sent and I bet If the first didn't, this one send him running. Not only that, the time has passed so he wasn't sure what state they are in, if all this time they were in danger,  but the urgency of the prayer expanded. Did something happened in the house? Was it the woman he showed himself to? Why he can't go any faster? I'm sure at this time he would curse himself out... For needing to see this mural. For not waiting for the morning so they can go with him. For being so weak. If he had his crown he could do something, and now he was useless, couldn't even get to this damn forest as fast as he wanted. He is so slow. Are they hurt? Are they dead? Did the thing that attacked him came back to finish the job and found them instead? He knew them, they wouldn't panic like that over something small. They wouldn't call  him for something small. The terrified calls of their heart  would be fuel for him to keep going. And what would he find getting back? The empty house, with the doors left wide open. He knew something bad happened but for them to leave their beloved belongings exposed like that it was worse then he hoped. And if your shredded blanket covered with human blood, nearby was telling anything it wasn't getting better. They helped him so much, they still are trying to get him home. And he wasn't there. He should have been there. He just had to be emotional again hadn't he? What to do now? Where to go? Their prayers stopped. Is he alone again? He can't locate them. Are they alive? Mortals are fragile, and there is blood nearby but no human, no. The blood of one of his kind, a big puddle. He had to do something, he searched this forest for so long with them, he had to manage! Had to find his friend. And the trail of blood left on trees and ground was the perfect start.

Ajshshs, I'm sorry I just love it so much! Can't wait to see what happens next. The emotions your fic gives me are not from this world, you are so talented and inspiring! I can't get enough of your content. And also you created my hyperfixation of sea slugs! I didn't even know something so pretty existed and in so many forms! Keep up the good work and being amazing! Get yourself a blanket and hot tea you deserved it after blessing us with such a brilliant chapter and so soon!

Sun comfortably being able to enter Y/N's room was something I thought about, but didn't really expect anyone to notice, so I love that you did

I. I. OH MY GODDDDDDD, I JUST READ THE REST OF THE ASK. STARING AT YOU WITH THE WIDEST OF EYES RN. I DRINK YOUR ASK LIKE SOUP !? WOW

Yayyyyy sea slug liker!! YEAH, there is something so wondrous in learning what sea slugs look like. It's like learning magic's real, for me anyway

THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH

[biboomerangboi]

i MUST know about hot kyoshi girl summer and toph's lesbian heist....

Hi Rana my lovely thanks so much for the ask and for tagging me in the game✨

Out of all my WIPS this one’s the closest to posting I think but basically Hot Kyoshi Girl Summer is essentially Sokka is like my two favourite people my best friend and my girlfriend get to hang out all the time without me so I’m getting a job as a kyoshi warrior bodyguard to look out for the Firelord. Which is great for him but it means Zuko gets to spend everyday being followed about by two very buff people in nice makeup who are essentially soft domming him at all times to take better care of himself and he is struggling because they are both so gorgeous and dangerous and TOGETHER and it SUCKS cause he wants his friends to be happy and not a homewrecker he just wants to make out with both of them. Meanwhile Sokka and Suki are in the corner being like he’s so pretty and look how cute he is when we tell him nice things but like it would be bad for our reputation if we fucked our boss! There’s already uproar about foreigners doing imperial guards jobs and Suki is constantly under scrutiny anyway and trying to get her island recognised as a free state and Sokka is having an identity crisis about his place in the south now that all the men are back but oh look shirtless morning Zuko what’s political consequences? and the hijinks and pining essentially continue until they fuck it out.

Meanwhile is Lesbian Toph Heist is nothing rn it came to me in a fever dream when I realised Smellerbee and Toph were a ship (while I literally had covid) and my actual notes from my notes app are as follows:

They meet again post canon in prison Smellerbee at a protest Toph doing Toph shit

Smellerbee is protesting the fire nation keeping earth kingdom art especially things from her home village which no longer exists thanks to the war

Toph breaks them out of prison and they go to rob a museum

Trans Woman Yuri

[obsoleteozymandias]

Specimen (Lady Dimitrescu x Reader)

A request for a friend of mine. Been elbow deep in res for a hot minute now lol

You weren't here for pleasure. You were an agent for the BSAA’s Field Research Division, and you were here for business. Today, that business took the form of hunting down one Alicina Dimitrescu. Little was known about the woman, save that she had ties to the fungal village which had the BSAA’s eyes on it. Supposedly, a very important person had been released into the village, and your bosses suspected that the HWS would be quick to follow. All you had to do was get in, get a sample for future studies, and get out. 

It had started off well - you had successfully infiltrated the village, as well as Castle Dimitrescu, and you were on schedule to get your sample and leave all within the day. But of course, that couldn’t happen so easily. Nothing could. 

You were almost out of breath as you sprinted down the elegant hall, your boots scuffing the floor as you went. You knew she was close - too close to outrun - and that woman knew this castle better than you did. That, and you were running out of space quickly. To put it simply: you didn’t stand a chance. 

So when you reached the end of the hall with nowhere else to go, you turned slowly to face the monstrous woman slowly creeping towards you, her mouth curled upwards in a red-lipped smile. 

“Well, this has certainly been fun, dear. But I’m afraid I don’t take too kindly to trespassers.” The woman spoke, her voice smooth and unfairly tempting in your ears. You couldn’t think of anything to say, simply standing there, staring at the lord before you as she approached. 

Mere inches from you, such that your neck was craned up so much it hurt, she stopped. Her honey eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the tall woman’s face was blank without expression. Then, she spoke. 

“You. What is your name?” 

You shuddered, the sound ever so pleasing to your ears. Before you could think about your answer, you said your name. No codename, no pseudonym, just your name. 

Dimitrescu seemed pleased with this answer, purring out “How lovely, I do love an obedient pet. Now, what are you doing here?”

“I was told to collect a sample from you,” You said, almost as if in a trance, “and give it back to headquarters.” 

The lord seemed to think on your words for a moment, her eyes wandering off to a window to her left, before she looked back at you with hungry eyes and a feral grin. 

“Well, I don’t think I can let that happen, dear. But I’d be happy to give such a pretty little thing a sample,” She leaned down to you until her mouth was next to your ear, “if you’d like a taste.” 

You felt you face grow so warm it was painful. You could never deny how beautiful this woman was, no matter how dangerous she may be. The only thing you knew at that moment was that you would give anything - even your life - to get even a small piece of what this woman had - of whatever whimsical force was drawing you to her with such vigor. 

“I…yes.” Was all you could respond with. The lady seemed utterly pleased with this answer. She drew her face away from you, only to scoop you up into her arms, holding you close to her bosom as she brought the two of you through the winding corridors of her castle, gently twirling a strand of your hair through her long nails. They could have walked for seconds or hours, you simply couldn’t pay attention to anything other than the beautiful visage of the woman in front of you. At some point, the lady had led you to a room with an expensive-looking couch, and gently sat, keeping you in her lap. 

“Now,” Dimitrescu hummed softly, “If I’m going to give you something, wouldn’t it be polite to give me something first, darling?” 

You swallowed, having a terrible sense of where this might be going, but nodded anyway, unable to stop yourself. The lord smiled at that, bearing her long fangs as she ran a cold hand down your face, cupping it and turning it up so that your neck was exposed. 

“Now, you can be as loud as you want, dear, but I must ask that you stay still. I wouldn’t want to kill you.” Your blood ran cold, but before you could do anything, a long, slick tongue ran down your neck, making goosebumps blossom all over your skin. It was so cold, so much so that it felt warm. It was intoxicating.

The tall lady sucked and kissed at a spot near the junction between your neck and chin, definitely leaving a mark. You felt yourself flush with embarrassment when you realized that when you returned to home base (if you ever did, as you was dubious of that fact at the given moment), you would have to explain yourself to someone, most likely your boss, and making out with the supposed enemy was definitely not going to look good on your performance review. 

All of your thoughts were disregarded, however, when you felt warm breath hover over the tender skin Dimitrescu had been sucking at. You whined, but were greeted with the brush of sharp teeth against your jugular. And then, like a bolt of lightning in a thunderstorm - you felt a sharp pain, and a searing pleasure that made you keel. You felt yourself grow faint, and yet infinitely more excited, and simply let your body loose in the hands of this wonderful caretaker. 

“That’s it, darling” you heard, before your mind was overtaken with dizzy pleasure “Just a little more. Then we can really have some fun.” 

When you woke next, it was to the gentle embrace of the vampiric woman behind you, cradling you like a prized stuffed animal. You remembered everything from the previous day with stunning clarity, including the words whispered between the two of you near the end of your excursion: 

“I don’t think I can let you go now, dear.”

“I don’t think I want to go.”

[gilbirda]

Genderbent Anger Management (JazzxJason or more like JaycexJasper here). Not related to any other project.

Based on @anikuja 's drawing

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Jayce was very done with this party. She had wore the sexy black dress in hopes of upsetting her mother enough to kindly ask her to leave the gala; but despite a comment about taking a shawl in case she got cold, Bryce didn’t blink an eye to her choice of dress for the very formal and fancy gala.

Whatever.

Maybe she could find someone cute enough to take home tonight and kick out tomorrow morning. The men that attended these things would jump at the opportunity to sleep with one of the famous Wayne sisters and the chicks would giggle at her dangerous woman routine but fall for it anyway.

So far, no one had dared approach her. Maybe it was her scowl at not raising the kind of reaction she wanted on her mother, the way that in the past hour she had heard three comments about her ‘humble origins’ and two jabs at her selling her body for food, or the way the tiny food at the food table only made her hungrier. How could this be possible?

She grumbled as she shoved more food in her mouth, not caring about the intense red lipstick she chose for tonight smudging all over the place.

“I mean, I know how to do the Heimlich maneuver, but it has been a while since I studied it in school,” a new voice chuckled beside her. She turned, finding a shoulder. She looked up at a face smiling down at her. “I would hate to lose such a pretty girl because of my lack of practice.”

Jayce blushed. 

She had been called many things - handsome, sexy, hot, you name it. Pretty girl wasn’t one of them.

“I-” Of fucking course, she choked on the canapé as she tried to speak, making a fool of herself.

She coughed, the stranger patting her on the back softly but with a strong hand. Tears gathered in her eyes as she finally coughed up the offending tiny food, but she was going to live another day. Also, it would be so humiliating if this was what killed her for good. Dahlia would somehow find her in the afterlife to mock her endlessly.

“Oops,” the stranger chuckled, rubbing his neck in a nervous gesture. “I think I made it worse.”

Jayce crossed her arms, noticing the way the stranger made an effort to keep looking at her in the eyes, despite having a very interesting view from his height.

“Hello. You almost killed me and I think you have to take responsibility.” She extended one hand. “I’m Jayce Todd, by the way.”

“Um. Yeah. I mean, I’m sorry?” His cheeks tinted a bit red, but he took her hand. His hand was soft and very warm. He was nervous, his pulse quick and erratic. “What I’m trying to say is, I apologize if my comment made you choke on absurd tiny gala food.”

“What if it bothered me to be called pretty without permission?” Jayce knew she was being mean, but she wanted to pick on this cute nervous wreck she could eat alive if she wanted, but made her want to protect him instead.

The stranger blushed harder, letting go of her hand to gesture madly. “I’m sorry! Was I too forward? My sister always tells me to try to meet new people but I never find a good topic to break the ice and apparently not everyone is into psychology around here and you look different from the rest and- and I’m rambling.” He deflated. “Please don’t hate me.”

What a himbo. I like it. 

Jayce smiled wider, enjoying the way the stranger looked so put together and ready to impress people in this gala but messed up once he opened his mouth. He was clearly not from the same circles as everyone else - not rich, not an heir from a big company, not aristocracy. 

Good.

“So I ‘look different’? How so?” By this time Jayce was fully messing with the man. She was enjoying how he dug a deeper grave.

“Hmm,” he thought about his answer for a bit. “Just different? Smart. You know you are hot but don’t dress to impress anyone. Also you are here at the food table instead of mingling and looking for a date, so it isn’t about that either. I think you hate being here but still made an appearance for someone else you care about, too. 

“Also you are one of the Waynes but don’t care about making a good impression or networking, choosing to stick to your black sheep attitude, even if it’s a front to protect yourself from the people that wish to harm you by bringing up your past in the streets or the circumstances around your adoption into the family. They think it makes you an easy target, but they are all idiots anyway.” He shrugged.

Jayce was speechless. 

This man got all of that by simply observing? Well, he may already know things since the Waynes were such a public figure, but still. 

She was suddenly so annoyed, her fun ruined by the thoughtful analysis of a total stranger. She wanted to be mad at him, she wanted to kick him in the shins with her pointy heels, she wanted to kiss him right on the lips.

“That was too forward, was it?” He cringed when she didn’t respond. “Uh… please don’t hate me, I’ll just-”

Jayce stopped him from running away by grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket. She pulled so he was forced to lean and be at her level.

“You are too tall,” her voice held no hostility. The man chuckled, but waited to see what else she wanted to say. “Also, you never told me your name.”

“I knew I was forgetting something,” his lips curved in a very kissable smile. “I’m Jasper Fenton.”

[masterqwertster]

Any of 12, 18, 19, 28, or 32 of the Guy in a Situation prompts seems like shenanigans Bell's Hells would get into in the Secret Library AU.

Alrighty, let's go 18 Possession/Mind-controlled. After all, Laudna is kind of possessed normally anyways.

"Come on, Laudna! You're stronger than her!" Imogen shouts, back pressed against a bookshelf.

"Oh really? Is that what you think?" a voice that isn't Laudna’s comes purring out of the dark-haired woman's mouth. “Poor dear. She hasn’t even told you that this isn’t the first time I’ve taken control. It’s not even the second.”

Fear and fury shiver down Imogen’s spine as she hears those words among the slow tap-tapping of Laudna’s possessed footsteps. A bitter and hysterical part of her mind says the bitch is probably miffed that Laudna wears flats, denying her the crisp click of heels for her little predatory stroll.

For the thousandth time, Imogen curses the artifact that came in earlier today. It’s what Delilah is after, what she saw fit to take over Laudna for, so why shouldn’t it bear the blame? There’s hope that if they can get the stupid thing to the forge it’ll be possible to melt down the little verdigris stained statue of a left hand with an eye in the palm, rendering it inert, which will then, hopefully, get Delilah to fuck right off.

Problem is, Delilah cottoned on to the plan pretty fast. Worse, she’s somehow gotten control of Ashton. You would think it would be real easy to keep track of 500-plus pounds of living stone, especially with how Ashton stomps around most of the time. But no, the damn bastard has a near-silent tread when they’re sneaking around. It’s fucking terrifying the way they ghost out of the stacks as they hunt down the rest of the team at Delilah’s command. And certainly not helped by the fact that Ashton knows the library best, seeing as it’s been their home far longer than any of the rest of the team has been here.

Though by now, FCG has, hopefully, tangled Ashton up somewhere else. Even mind-controlled, the punk rock has a soft spot a mile wide for the cute little robot. And FCG isn’t exactly defenseless either.

Imogen looks across the aisle to Chetney, receiving a nod. A steadying breath in, then she darts up the aisle, finding a new hiding place. He shadows her advance a few seconds later, ducking under a blast of magic spun between no longer friendly fingers.

The telepath and the werewolf have been playing leapfrog to distract Delilah while Orym and Fearne try the ventilation ducts to get to the forge. And they’re so lucky that Delilah can’t sense the damn artifact, otherwise the bait-and-switch before they all split wouldn’t have worked out like this.

A tsk echoes amongst the shelves. 

“Try all you like, but you’re not going to beat me,” Delilah calls out, taunting. “Not without killing your precious little Laudna.”

“That’s what she said,” Chetney taunts back. Then yelps when another blast comes his way.

They’re playing a dangerous, dangerous game. Orym and Fearne need time to sneak by and do the deed. But more time means dodging more shots from Delilah, that Ashton has more chances to break free of whatever entrapment FCG has used against him. It’s a race against the clock with no way to know who’s won until the cards are all down.

How’s it going, Orym? Imogen calls down the psychic tether she’d established as the group split.

We’re there. Just trying to get the forge hot enough to melt this thing down. Orym reports, mind distracted with his current activities.

Well please hurry. I’m not sure how long we can keep this game up before someone gets real hurt.

I know. We’re trying.

“Then again, maybe you are willing to kill her. I haven’t seen that poor statue of a boy in a while. What you’ll do to him, you’ll surely be willing to do to her. Or is he just worth less to you? A Nobody that no one wants around,” Delilah continues.

Imogen’s fists clench. Sure, her and Ashton don’t always get along, but that doesn’t mean she’d kill them for what Delilah is making them do. Yet she knows just how deeply such words would cut Ashton, and it scares her that Delilah probably also knows that just from watching from behind Laudna’s eyes. It’s something only friends, like Laudna and Ashton are, should know. Delilah shouldn’t be able to tread on that bond, the fucking bitch. She shouldn’t be able to touch any of Laudna’s friendships.

And that sparks a damn foolhardy and risky plan in Imogen’s mind.

Delilah says she’s possessed Laudna before? Fine. Imogen bets that Laudna’s never had so many reasons to fight the bitch off before. Her friend just needs a reminder.

“Imogen!” Chetney hisses when she boldly steps into the middle of the aisle.

“I care about all of my friends. And that includes you, Laudna. So you better kick this bitch out, or I’m spendin’ the rest of my days lookin’ for a way to bring you back. Even if the rest of my days is just today,” Imogen declares, standing boldly in the open space.

Delilah twists Laudna’s face into a teeth-baring snarl, hands twisting into arcane motions. 

Imogen doesn’t break eye contact with her best friend(‘s body).

The blast misses her by three feet.

Imogen wants to whoop in victory as frustrated confusion spreads across Delilah’s expression. She knew Laudna was in there, knew she was strong enough to throw off that damn ghost.

“Like I said, Laudna’s stronger than you,” Imogen says with a vicious, victorious grin.

“You think that’s enough to stop me!?” Delilah snarls, hands clawing for more arcane might.

“Maybe not, but I don’t think you have a reason to keep fighting anymore.”

Delilah whirls, and Imogen can see Orym and Fearne stepping up behind her. The small man tips his hands, letting a misshapen lump of metal fall to the floor.

“NO! What have you done?!” Delilah shrieks, gathering even more magic to her.

Imogen fears that this blast isn’t going to be one Laudna can redirect away from them all. Even Fearne and Chetney reflect her fear. But strangely not Orym.

The reason becomes apparent when FCG comes wheeling out of the stacks next to Laudna-Delilah, an artifact in hand and arcane words tumbling out of their mouth, Ashton standing protectively at their back.

FCG finishes before Delilah can release her blast, sending the malevolent spirit screeching back to whatever damned hole she’d crawled out of. 

Imogen rushes forward to catch Laudna before Delilah is even fully banished.

“...Hello, darling,” Laudna rasps out as her eyes flutter open to Imogen cradling her.

“Hey yourself. I’m glad you're back with us,” Imogen replies, tears gathering in her eyes.

“Me too, darling. Me too.”

[kookieswan]

Of Blooms & Bounties - Petunia

Pirate!Jungkook x Explorer!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Pirate!AU, Magic!AU, Semi-Historical!AU, slightly fluffy, very silly.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, mentions of prostitution, nothing too serious though!

Summary: Namjoon had wanted the gold, Jimin had wanted the fun, and Jungkook had wanted to lay low. All in all, you’d say that two out of three were successful.

Notes: Here we go, another look into their shenanigans lmao

This is from the Of Blooms & Bounties Series. Find it here!

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“It’s a super simple but very effective plan; Minnie is going to pretend to be Petunia while Tae, Hobi, Jin, and Yoon escort him back to the boat so we can take him home. _____, JK, and myself are going to stay here to make sure nothing tips them off. Pose as customers at the tavern and keep a lookout for Minnie…”

And lookout you do; both you and Joon sitting in the corner of the tavern, eyes scanning the area for the bandits that have purchased Petunias time. It wouldn’t have been as big of a quest to return him home if the man wasn’t expecting customers at almost every hour, but apparently his services are a hot commodity and his boss is… Demanding, which means your options are very slim. The poor man wants wants to to be home with his family again, and since they paid you nicely, it’s the least you can do to help.

“Everything’s going to go to plan, we have the perfect set up.” Namjoon’s dressed down a bit, lacking his usual hat and numerous layers of clothes for a more simple shirt and pants combo. You’re wearing something similar to blend into the background, not wanting to stand out all that much. You don’t think you’ll be found out anyway, not with how intense the partying is tonight.

“I know it will Joon, I’m not worried.” The tavern’s in full swing, a large crowed covering most of the floor space and seemingly very drunk. Other pirates mostly, some prostitutes, even a few performers. The bards play music over the roaring crowed, fun songs you wiggle in your seat to, wishing you could get up and dance.

Min sits idly at the bar, legs daintily crossed in his finest leather pants. He looks dangerous but in the best of ways, his charms drawing in a number of patrons around the shady tavern. He dones a billowy white shirt as well as high laced leather boots, coal around his eyes and red on his lips, the exact look Petunia told his customers he’d be wearing. A little scandalous, a little saucy, a perfect trap.

Kookie had excused himself to hit the toilet a while ago, and so you scan the room to try and spot him in the chaos. It’s a few seconds before he stumbles around the corner, eyes doe like and head swiveling to watch out for your target. It’s a passing thought that he looks pretty, the true flower in your group as he spots you and smiles with his pretty bunny smile as he speeds toward the table.

“Oh, I think this little daffodil is the company we purchased.” You’re so focused on him that you miss the new faces; Jungkook is almost back to the table as he’s stopped, a small hand wrapped around his wrist. He looks down at the small woman as her voice booms out over the patrons, two more women that aren’t much taller by her side. Kookie dwarfs them by quite a bit, tall defined muscles towering over them like a shaking tree. You and Joon both tense, ready to fight this out if things go south.

“I- Huh? Me!?” His voice is frantic but quiet enough you almost miss it. You suppose they’re wearing somewhat similar outfits, but Jungkook has certainly never worn skintight leather pants in his life like Jimin. Trying to hide your giggles as you settle a bit, you swig down your beer and pretend not to notice Namjoon’s bugging eyes. Min watches from across the tavern with wide eyes, lips twitching up and down, clearly not sensing any danger.

“Yes you beautiful, you’re exceptionally stunning. Look at that tiny little waist under that pretty little shirt, I could just eat you up.” Well, things certainly aren’t going as planned… They’re going better. The woman places her hand on Jungkook’s chest, slowly trailing a finger down until she reaches the low-cut collar. It’s humorous how far she has to stretch her arm up, but you remain mostly quite as Namjoon gently pokes your leg, a code for ‘shut up’. Jungkook looks like he’s about to pass out: from the implication of him being a prostitute or from being touched so boldly, you’re not sure.

“Um, yes. Yes that’s right, I-I’m Petunia.” Even with the taverns light being dim, you can still see the pink hue that lights up Jungkook’s cheeks as you glance at him, maybe a little shy but also a little flattered. It’s enough to make you coo to yourself, Namjoon’s slowly lowering his forehead till his face is planted firmly against the table. Your poor captains plans just don’t seem to be owning our recently, a true pity but also a secret blessing. Seeing JK flustered is always a little treat, it makes you wanna melt into a puddle.

“Give us a little dance sweetheart, I’ve heard the way your hips move casts shame on the sea herself.” It’s tense as Namjoon raises his head just enough to watch, Jimin staring with intensity from the bar now. Jungkook clears his throat noisily a few times, then slowly starts to sway his hips to the tune of the bards song.

Perhaps he tends to be a little awkward, maybe a smidge outspoken, but he’s always been stunning. A captivating personality, a beautiful face, and now apparently hips that might be able to rival Jimin’s. The poet sways to the music almost sensually as the women cheer him on, rowdy as the sit at the table relatively close to yours, drinks in hand and eyes shining with glee. There’s a shout for him to “take it off”, and strangely enough, he starts to slip out of his shirt without a second though. Hm.

Glancing over at Jimin with a raised brow, he purses his lips and shrugs, clearly enjoying the show as Jungkook finally trips over his own feet. The crew of women don’t seem to mind though, cheering him on in their drunken state. Namjoon sighs noisily to your right, face defeated as he starts to stand up. It’s an unspoken rule; all damage control is in the hands of the captain.

“… I can’t believe it’s come to this, you all are very lucky I’m a nice captain. Slip out when you can _____, I’m sure Minnie will stick around as a watch out.” Apparently the charade has been going on much too long by Joonie’s standards when in reality, Jimin was supposed to lead them into the alleyway and knock them out. This, however, had been much more fun to watch. You continue to watch with an slightly open mouth as Namjoon swaggers up to Jungkook as he sways around with his shirt now mostly off, hands on his hips. He taps the younger man’s shoulder, Kookie turning and freezing like he’s been spotted by a walbear.

“Petunia! How COULD you!?!?” Namjoons voice is shrill over the music, some people turning to stare, others not caring at all. It takes everything in you not to cackle, and so you down the rest of your beer to keep quiet. If you thought Kookies acting was bad, well…

“W-what?” JK looks like he’s nearly about to cry, eyes big and watery as he stares up at Joonie. You can’t see the other man’s face, but something must silently cross between them because Kookie noticeably relaxes in the next few seconds.

“I can’t believe you’re dancing for other people again, you-you harlot! That’s it! I’m taking you home to our eight children!” … Eight? That’s quite a lot. Namjoon actually picks up poor Jungkook and runs out of the building with the smaller man over his shoulder, the three women who bought his time gaping like little fishies. Things could have went a lot worse if they weren’t such a lighthearted and very drunk crew…

Standing slowly from the table, you notice Jimin had departed from the bar at some point, now standing close to the entrance and watching you with expectant eyes. Grabbing your duster, you walk past the women and hide your grin as they mourn the loss of Petunia quite loudly. Jimin ushers you out of the tavern, leading you to the alleyway behind it where the two other men are waiting.

“Woooow JK, that was quite the performance love. Outshined me in every way.” Jungkook starts to sputter and hides his face as Jimin laughs at him, not cruelly but with clear intention to tease. Namjoon just sighs and pats the youngest man’s back, trying to comfort him as he attempts to get over the loss of his own dignity. You silently grab JKs hand, rubbing your thumb against his warm honey skin comfortingly as he glances at you with a shy smile.

“…The things I put up with for some gold. I’m about to walk my own planm”

[aquanthis]

can I hear about Adelia. I think that’s the name your night elf mage. please

YES ABSOLUTELY!!! ADELIA MY BELOVED!!! oh there's a lot wrong with her. a lot. there are many layers to this little mage good lird. look at her

^ seb's art ofc

i hope you like weird girls because that's all she's got!

Archmage Adelia Starweaver, Eternal Magus

ok the general info like usual: she's an arcane mage, an archmage, and she wields aluneth. she's a bisexual nonbinary woman and a complete disaster. she's a whirlwind of a woman and i'm absolutely obsessed w/ her.

personality-wise, adelia is a pile of masks so high that she doesn't really know who she is underneath them all anymore. she tries desperately to fit in and to pretend like nothing hurts or phases her, when in actuality every mean word clings to her like cobwebs. she puts on an act of being bubbly and loud and brash, trying to get people to like her, but the other people around her actually just can't stand her and think she's annoying. she's very much the "you could pour hot soup in my lap on purpose and i would apologize to you" type except it would be her laughing it off with a big smile and going to clean it up herself and never speaking of it again. this is how she copes. she's so normal lol <3

her childhood was fucked because her mother died shortly after adelia's younger sibling was born, and her dad basically put everything into trying to control adelia and "make her mom proud" or whatever. he tried to force her into druidism, and adelia was, uh. Not Happy! her autistic ass did not do well in druid school. the other students hated her guts and also made fun of her for the situation with her dad and that's when she picked up her Annoying Mask.

anyway, she was obsessed with stories about illidan. like, OBSESSED. special interest level obsessed. she felt validated and vindicated by illidan's rejection of druidism to become a mage, and she began studying magic in secret, all while disappointing her father and her teacher. despite the fact that illidan's life should've, by all means, been a cautionary tale, she did NOT take it as such, and look up to/aspired to be like him. she took the brunt of her father's anger/pressure/abuse, inadvertently protecting her younger sibling for the most part.

so! that was her life up until the draenei landed on azeroth. when the draenei came to darnassus, adelia met paleri (who avid grims oc fans will recognize as aemara's wife!) and they became fast friends. aemara had just disappeared to join the alliance military, and paleri was left aimless and lost, feeling like she couldn't protect her people as a simple engineer and wanted to become a paladin. adelia became determined to help her (had a bit of a crush on her too) and very quickly convinced paleri to go exploring with her. they left darnassus together, paleri determined to become a paladin and adelia determined to become a mage.

the funny thing about adelia, see, is that she's incredibly powerful. as in, her magic is like raw magic energy itself, unwieldy and volatile and unpredictable and dangerous. she has largely unparalleled skill at actually conjuring up the magic, to the point of eventually allowing her to become an archmage, but she's so fucking bad at controlling it. she's like a bomb about to go off at any given moment. so, when she and paleri go wandering together, there are a lot of. Incidents. lol

their journey takes them from burning crusade up to legion, all the while they made names for themselves as wandering mercenaries or minor heroes. and then, in legion, they join up with their respective class halls, pretty much go their separate ways, and begin climbing the ranks (surprisingly quickly).

adelia gets some bad flashbacks to childhood in the mage class hall. everyone fucking hates her. she doesn't know how to not be annoying because that's the mask she's used for so long so she just keeps up with it. khadgar is the only one who really tolerates her but even then he brushes her off (at first. they're kind of friends now). HOWEVER. when they're seeking champions to hunt down the artifacts, she gets chosen to hunt down aluneth. is this a little bit of a plot to get her killed? yes! but also she is the mage champion with the strongest ability with arcane magic, to a point that they can't just ignore her. so off she goes to hunt down the most volatile staff ever to exist lol

the aluneth questline goes as planned and everything and she picks up the staff. but it immediately starts berating her, as aluneth does. constantly. and at first she laughs it off like she always does, but after a while of the constant snide comments and contempt, she starts crying while trying to laugh it off, and aluneth suddenly gets slapped in the face. because, huh? what? this cringy loser girl who picked up the damn staff actually has feelings?

so it goes a little easier on her. just a little. and over time, aluneth starts to grow a bit of possessive attachment to her. a sort of "you're the only one who is strong enough to wield me so that means you're mine and i have to protect you" relationship. and at one point, adelia gets in a fight with her sort of nemesis (raquesis, one of august's ocs, a frost mage!) and is just kind of letting raquesis beat the shit out of her because adelia doesn't really have much fight in her when someone's being mean to her, and as she's about to pass out, aluneth fucking possesses her. and defeats raquesis on the spot. to save adelia.

it's like. all of the sudden, aluneth—this being made of pure, volatile arcane energy, that up until now was seemingly incapable of feelings other than contempt and pride—protects her. not for itself, but for her. no one has ever protected her before. she wakes up on the beach beaten half to death but alive and aluneth makes some smug comment like "you know, you can't rely on me to save you from everything" and adelia just starts wailing and hugging the staff as if it'll do anything.

she loves her fucked up magic staff :')

anyway uh she's still obsessive about illidan in legion so it's really funny that she's there when he's revived in the nighthold. she has some moments in the stuff i wrote about aquanthis in nighthold and it's all really fun. she's so silly. but yeah she's all starstruck by him

OH ALSO she ends up dating illidan's adopted daughter without knowing that and finds out later and it's REALLY FUNNY. adelia fidgeting like "can i meet him can i meet him can i meet him" trying to be so normal about meeting her hero. she meets him and he's like 😬 LMAO he does not like her. unfortunately

after legion she's just kinda, Around. when she's needed. she meets her little sibling again at some point and it's wild but that's something seb and i haven't developed too much so i don't wanna talk about it :P

to give you an idea of how silly she is, here's an excerpt from the gul'dan fight lol

my silly <3

anyway ermmmm it's 5 am and that's as much as my brain can spit out rn but just know she's a disaster bisexual and i want to pick her up by the waist and spin her around. my bestie

[cursedvibes]

real ones ALWAYS knew tengen was a hottie esp when she was first introduced 😔 everyones suddenly changing their tune after seeing her younger version so fast.....theyre all SNAKES.......if u dont like her at her (older/current ver) then u dont deserve her at her (younger ver/not sure which era xP) 😢 although i am glad that more ppl started talking abt her n paying attention tho but i cant believe thats all it took �� i cant wait for more of her n kenjakus relationship to be revealed that tenken edit was a banger !!!! (since we're on the topic on crackships thoughts on yukiten-)

This switch-up on Tengen is giving me whiplash man...

I mean, I'm happy people are finally appreciating her as an actual character and are starting to see her influence on the story and I'm certainly stoked for the up tick in fanart (hope it last past the release of Vol 23), but it's just so weird to go from the fandom being like "ugly old man, stop taking up screentime" to "oh she's a woman?? who knew? not like she literally told us that. she's hot? suddenly I can recognize her as an actual character"

If you only like/are interested in Tengen when she's young and pretty, you're missing out. Have you seen her hands?! Also, ageing is her whole thing. It's literally her superpower. It's part of what makes her so interesting. And in terms of her relationship with Kenjaku, the older she gets, the more her body ages, the more appealing she becomes for them. This young appearance is like a slap in the face because she only looks like this for a few years after the merger, the thing Kenjaku dedicated 1000 years to preventing. Her looking like this means they failed.

I feel if you're gonna be in it for the old people yuri, you shouldn't exclude the "old" part of it. I mean, ultimately people can ship and enjoy a character however they want, I just want Tengen to get appreciation for who she really is (old, stubborn, dangerously disinterested and passive granny) and not just be the hot girl of the week.

I'm really looking forward to the exploration of their relationship and characters in the future. Like all the drama of how Kenjaku currently copes with having almost reached their goal and having lost Tengen (you're doing amazing honey, sitting all alone, talking to yourself). I'm stoked for their backstory too. I still believe they used to have a teacher-student relationship and to a degree still do (Tengen calls Kenjaku a child, they call her old like every other sentence). Just how they both contributed to jujutsu society existing the way it does is so fascinating.

YukiTen...now that's something I haven't thought about at all. I can see the potential with the vessel breaking away and defying her "destiny" thing, but honestly, to me it just feels like Yuki suffering through hanging out with her abusive, conservative grandma. Also, wouldn't this count as twincest? selfcest? Their relationship is certainly interesting and honestly nightmare fuel from Yuki's perspective. Is she just hearing constant whispers from the previous vessels? Screams? You could've gotten a lot more drama out of their interactions. Instead of muddy Choso, I would've been really interested in hearing how Yuki feels about fighting and dying for the person she was made to submit her body and soul to. She managed to keep her personhood, but ultimately still died for Tengen's sake. Pointlessly. Honestly, her death ended up being not so different from Riko's aside from the fact that she chose it. Even if she won, would protecting Tengen really feel that much better? She's basically fighting to perpetuate the system she technically wants to dismantle.

Anyway, I have a lot of thoughts about the two, but I don't ship them.

[taxi-cab-to-slowtown]

Core Disaster Week-- Day 3

Mission Report: May 23, 20XX

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, Robin

Mission Completed: Young Justice Mission XXX

Summary: First of all, I kind of hate the 90s now. Like, I really hate them. If I have to hear “Just a Girl” once more time I’m going to cut my ears out of my head. The mission that we went on– to recover some kind of glowing sphere that Captain Marvel was worried about– ended up transporting us to another dimension where not only was it the 90s, but we were all the same age. 

Notes: Never make fun of Impulse for his hair ever again, it could be so so much worse. I have no idea what 90s Bart was thinking with that horrendous mop of a hairstyle, Bart’s fluffy look is so much better. Also, convince Kon to go for the studded leather jacket, undercut, and one piercing look because it’s hot as hell. Also, that tight-belt? Yes please! 

Notes For B: I’m sorry for any “non mission important” details included in this report. Please don’t yell at me. It’s really had to keep on task when you have the image of your boyfriend in tight leggings and a studded leather jacket taking up most of your mind. 

Report: Captain Marvel sent the team to retrieve a small glowing gold sphere that he said would be dangerous in the wrong hands. He gave us a containment chamber to keep it in and clear directions on what we were supposed to do. Directions that Bart didn’t follow. Why am I not surprised? 

Bart grabbed the sphere with his bare hands, something he’d not supposed to do. When he realised he chucked the thing at Kon, who caught it before chucking it at Cassie who chucked it at me. I managed to catch it, forgetting that I’d removed one of my gloves to use a fingerprint recognition device a few minutes previous. I managed to contain it, but not before it was able to wreak havoc. 

The three of us were transported to another universe where it was the 90s. While there, we met our 90s selves. Cassie was… different. She had straight dark hair, big glasses, red skin-tight shorts, a wonder woman shirt, a leather jacket and white knee pads and gloves. Kon, as I’ve mentioned, had an undercut and a studded leather jacket, which was hot, like, so hot. I think I was drooling. Kon was giving me weird looks. Bart had the worst hairstyle known to man, it will haunt my nightmares, but other than that, he was pretty much the same. 

Anyway, out 90s counterparts helped us get back, though 90s Kon spent too much time showing Kon 90s music he didn’t know about and torturing my poor ears. I was praying for when we could get back home and I could play Alex Benjamin and get the horrible sounds out of my ears. The two Impulses at least kept each other busy talking, which meant that I didn’t have to worry about him bugging me the whole time while I was trying to plan. 90s Tim appreciated this too. Cassie and Cassie seemed pretty wary of each other. Also their Cassie hadn’t been working with their team as long as our Cassie has. 

We eventually found a way to reverse-engineer a way back to our world. 90s Tim helped me build it and get it running, and then returned home. So far I haven’t seen any further reactions to what happened now that we’re back, but I’m keeping an eye out since we still don’t know what Captain Marvel’s ball actually does.