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In Wichita, for bankruptcy, can I self-file and represent myself? | YES. The general rule is the simpler your bankruptcy, the better your chances are of completing it on your own and receiving a bankruptcy discharge, the order erasing debt. Your case is likely simple enough to handle without an attorney if:

You pass the first portion of the Chapter 7 means test because your yearly household income is less than the state median.

You don't own much property and can protect your assets with exemptions.

You don't have any priority debts you can't discharge.

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[cantsayidont]

Uh, so, according to THE ACOLYTE, before the fall of the Republic, the Jedi not only coerced and abducted Force-sensitive children in indefensible ways — even when operating outside the bounds of Republic law that apparently gave them free reign to do whatever they wanted to kids — but also practiced systematic cultural genocide, with Jedi academies basically operating like outer space residential schools? That's sure, uh, an interesting creative choice, particularly since the witch coven included more women of color than in most of the previous movies and shows combined, and particularly after ANDOR's subplot about Cassian Andor being an indigenous boy that Maarva Andor literally abducted.

[sporco-filth]

i started writing this story a very long time ago. it's probably only the second or third slob story I'd written at the time and i was still getting comfortable writing about kink stuff (because it feels so self indulgent to do so and embarrassing even if you're the only one reading it).

Still, it's decent enough and I just kept adding to it over the years so it's a pretty big work of writing (over 16000 words apparently which i just checked and am surprised about enough that i had to triple check it). Since it's so long I'm splitting it into pieces.

Synopsis: Lee is a neat freak and moves in with a slob called Bob. Lee realises he has a slob fetish and slowly but surely gives in to his desires.

Bob looked into his fridge and scratched his belly. He pulled out a large piece of cake and shut the door. He sat down on the couch, moving aside some empty takeaway containers from who knows when, and opened a bottle of coke. Cake and soft drink: the perfect breakfast. Flicking boredly through the TV, he thought how six months ago he'd never have been able to enjoy this. Back then he was dating Velma, a health nut and a clean freak. She was nice and all but he couldn't stand her nagging. Bob preferred to laze on the couch all day rather than tire himself out walking; his five main food groups were fatty, sugary, salty, carbs and meat; he didn't care about living in a pigsty and his prowess in belching, to him, was a symbol of masculinity. Velma had tried to whip him into shape, and for a while he was pretty close to giving in. But after a weekend with the boys he remembered all the best things about his old, bachelor ways and decided the relationship had to end.

Now, Bob can eat junk food till he's stuffed, burp long and loud, leave his dirty undies on the floor and never needs to wash again; the closest he'll ever get to sport is watching it on TV. Bob, finishing the last of his cake, let out a loud belch. He patted his prominent gut, the product of years of avoiding physical activity and following a strict diet of takeout, beer and never skipping dessert. He was very proud of it.

Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door and, rather reluctantly, got up to check. Standing there was a thin, fairly athletic guy holding a newspaper clipping. "Are you Mr Gutt?" He asked, reading off the paper. "I'm here to see about renting the apartment." "Yeh, that's me," Bob replied. "Come on in. What's your name?" "I'm Lee," he said. It was then that he looked up and saw the man in front of him in all his slobbishness. He was visibly surprised but made no comment. "So, uh, why are you renting out this place?" He asked, avoiding the elephant in the room. "My girlfriend moved out a while back. I haven't been able to find anyone since though." Lee thought he could tell why, but didn't say anything as he took it all in: the piles of unwashed dishes stacked high in the sink, the dirty laundry thrown about everywhere, the junk food wrappers strewn about, the overflowing trash cans, the bathroom that seemed like it hadn't been cleaned in years. It was a complete and utter pigsty.

Lee was oddly titillated by all this: the total abandon and laissez faire attitude, the heady stench of sweat and filth, the naughtiness of such indulgence. He knew he shouldn't agree, but he so wanted to, and there hadn't been any place with as cheap a rent in so good an area… He let his desires control him and soon found himself signing the deal. "I'll be moving in as soon as I can," he said. "I can't wait!" Bob was a little surprised someone so clean and thin would want to live in a place like this, he was a little concerned he might end up with a repeat of Velma, but he wasn't going to refuse an applicant willing to pay.

The next week, Lee had moved into the spare room. Still in his usual habits, he had a perfectly made bed, freshly pressed clothes hung neatly and was still following his regular diet and exercise plan. Bob was a little perturbed, but the cleanliness hadn't infected the rest of the house so he let it slide. Lee longed to join Bob in his slobdom, however, but couldn't muster the audacity to let himself go like his roommate.

Lee would get up early for his morning jog. Entering the living room, he'd see Bob asleep on the couch, TV still on from his late-night binge-watching, lap full of crumbs from his midnight snack, and Lee would envy that freedom Bob had to do as he pleased. Preparing breakfast, he'd see all of Bob's sugary biscuits as he got his muesli from the pantry, would see all his chocolates and chips as he looked for his fruit, and all the soft drinks and beer when he took his water bottle out of the fridge. His stomach growled, hungry for those delicious, calorific foods, but he refused that desire. Taking a shower, he'd notice the dirty socks and underwear that were scattered around the bathroom and the unflushed toilet. He longed to be able to live in that state of filth, to never have to bathe again and just revel in his own stench, but he couldn't…

Lee's runs gave him a chance to clear his mind of his desires; he couldn't live like that, he just couldn't. It wasn't his life. His life was clean, fit, healthy, hygienic, polite, neat, tidy, thin, fresh, pure…

But try as he might, the thought of what his life might be like if he gave into his desires plagued him throughout the day. During a dull moment in the office, his mind wandered from thought to thought. Soon he found himself daydreaming: there he was, lazing on the sofa, wearing nothing but a pair of old tighty whities, mouth full of greasy pizza, watching TV late at night. In his imagination, he grabbed a bottle of beer, took a swig, and belched. He patted his gut proudly… Wait, gut? Yes, in this fantasy, Lee had a beer belly that would rival Bob's: the product of an indulgent, couch potato lifestyle. Lee drifted back to reality and noticed how excited that fantasising had left him. Who'd have thought he could be so turned on by something so… dirty. Lee shook his head, it was just a silly fetish, nothing more. He put it out of mind for the rest of the day.

When he returned home, he saw Bob scrounging around the kitchen, looking for something to eat. He was always eating, whatever he wanted, whenever he felt like it. "How was work?" He asked, trying to decide between chocolate and doughnuts. "Alright," said Lee, watching as Bob ended up choosing both. "The usual." "Did you want anything?" Bob asked, proffering him the box of doughnuts. "Oh, wait sorry. I keep forgetting you don't eat this sort of food." Lee smiled. "That's ok, it's not like I'm offended or anything." Bob plopped himself down on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table, pushing aside a haphazard pile of trash in the process. "You remind me a lot of my ex: she was a obsessed with being healthy too. I can't understand people like you." Lee frowned. "What do you mean?" "I mean, why spend your life in misery when you can enjoy it and not worry about stupid things like making the bed or eating healthy. I tell you, you guys are obsessive." "I am not obsessive," protested Lee. "Sure you're not." "I'm not." "Prove it." Lee wasn't one to back down from a challenge. "Fine, what would you have me do?" Bob thought for a bit, he hadn't expected his challenge to be accepted. "It needs to be something kinda big, but nothing huge…" He had it. "I want you to sit down on the recliner, eat one of the donuts, drink a can of soda and you can't move or fidget until this episode finishes. And if you burp or anything, you need to let it loose and not say 'excuse me' or anything." "That's hardly fair!" "It's nothing, unless you really are obsessed with health and all that trash." "Fine, I'll do it." Lee sat down on the recliner, and picked up a doughnut from the box. He pulled the chair back and got into a comfortable position. Though he'd never let Bob know, he enjoyed the feeling of the soft, worn cushion on his bum. He could even feel the crumbs left by Bob from countless nights of snacking in that chair. He looked at the doughnut, the dim light (one of Bob's undies had inexplicably ended up on the hanging light) reflected off the sugary glaze. It looked so tempting, so sweet, so… unhealthy. He took a bite. It was heavenly. He savoured the sweet taste as he slowly chewed and swallowed. Then he ate more and more until the doughnut was all gone. He imagined it sitting in his stomach, all the sugary, fatty goodness. Then he took a swig of his soft drink. The bubbles tickled his throat and the sugary taste tingled his taste buds. After another few sips, he felt a burp coming. As per Bob's rules, he opened his mouth and let out a sizeable belch. Nothing amazing, but still fairly impressive for someone who'd pretty much never burped before. "Not bad, Lee," Bob said with a smile. "If I trained you, you could become a real pro. Listen to this." Bob took a gulp of beer and released a huge, manly belch. Lee felt his face flush, but rather than focusing on Bob's burp, Lee thought about what he had just said: "If I trained you…" Lee imagined that: instead of running marathons, he'd marathon TV shows; instead of dieting, he'd be overindulging; instead of doing sit ups, he'd be sitting down; instead of burpees, he'd practise burping. It was almost more than he could dream of.

The two passed the remainder of the show in silence except for the odd burp here and there. Lee regretted eating his doughnut so quickly and he soon felt like another. The more rational part of his mind told him that this was just a fun game: once it was over he'd get back to his normal life. The other part of him so wished that this 'game' would never end. Eventually, of course, it did end, and Lee hopped up off the chair, trying to shake off any thoughts of continuing. "That was ok," he said to Bob, feigning disinterest. "But I prefer exercise over sitting around all day." "Suit yourself," said Bob. "But at least I've proved I'm not obsessive." "If you say so."

The next morning, as Lee was about to make his bed, he thought 'why?' Why bother making his bed when it'll just need to be messed up again? Who was he trying to impress? Did it really matter if he did it or not? If it didn't, then why not just leave it unmade? So Lee left his bed in a mess and continued his day as normal, the bed completely leaving his thoughts. When he went to bed that night, however, slipping into the unmade sheets, he felt an odd sense of freedom. As if he was rebelling against the rules, as if he was being a bit naughty not making his bed. Waking up, Lee didn't give a second thought to his bed as he got ready and soon leaving his bed unmade almost became a morning ritual.

About a week after his little challenge with Bob, Lee was walking home from work when he noticed a bakery that, in the past, he had always paid no heed. What caught his eye was a collection of glistening doughnuts in the window. Just the sight of them made him think back to that one he ate during the challenge and his stomach growled. It was going to be a little while to dinner, he thought, and surely it wouldn't hurt if he just ate one. Lee went in and bought a doughnut, glazed and sticky. As he walked he took a bite and was reminded again of the heavenly rush of sugar. He almost moaned in delight. He finished the doughnut before he got home and threw the wrapper in a rubbish bin, wiping his mouth clean so Bob wouldn't find out he'd been letting his diet slip a little. Letting it slip was a bit of an exaggeration, he thought. One doughnut was a treat, that's all.

Lee managed to hold back his desire the next time he passed the bakery, trying to keep his mind resolute against his hunger. He wasn't going to slide down the slippery slope of unfitness. But just the thought of that, of being unfit and fat and lazy, left him kind of excited. He knew, however, that it was just a fantasy; he could never live like that.

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making creative content online is very difficult now, i get that. i get why online creators would want to pivot to SVOD, like lindsay ellis who is now exclusively on nebula and collegehumor/droupout tv. it is tough to create when you are beholden to the whims and fancies of advertisers. HOWEVER, i cannot in good conscience say i like what watcher is doing right now. it feels extremely scummy and slimy to move entirely to streaming, without a significant transitional period, and to also delete your entire channel backlog in the process. it also feels scummy to launch a separate streaming platform while you have an active patreon where you are making a significant amount of money from your patrons--patrons who are most likely the ones to purchase a Watcher TV Subscription in the first place. i think CH did as good a job you can do when transitioning from AVOD to SVOD. in my humble opinion, CH also had a lot more of a reason to pivot to longer form subscription-based content as the changing YT algorithm made their short-form scripted sketch comedy a less and less viable business venture which matters a lot when you are a company that has over 100 full-time employees (at the time, before IAC sold and subsequently led to the bankruptcy of CH in january 2020). this just doesn't sit right with me. i would love to be proven wrong but as it stands i don't think watcher tv's existence is justifiable. this is disappointing, but honestly? not that surprising.

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[kaile-hultner]

Help me dig upward: the Tumblr post

In which I talk a little bit about the hole I’ve been in for a hot minute—and what I want to do to dig out of it.

Hey y’all,

For the second time in a few years I’m starting a GoFundMe. This time, though, it’s not for the site, at least not explicitly. It is to help me get out from under the weight of debt that I’ve been carrying for more than a decade at this point, but which has finally gotten so bad that it’s affecting everything from my sleep patterns to my overall mental health and ability to do the thing that you likely already support me for: this website. 

If you’ve been wondering why the posting has decreased here, or reduced in quality, or why we started 2024 off publishing other writers and then just as suddenly stopped doing that again, this is why: I am out of money, I am in debt, and it feels like I’m living every day in pure, basic survival mode. 

This GFM, in which I’m asking for $10,000, is a moonshot, a Hail Mary. I don’t expect it to raise anything; it will be the last time I ask the Internet for money, whether it works or it doesn’t. If it works, obviously it’ll mean I’ll be able to post more and maybe my mental health will improve and I won’t feel like every moment is a countdown to a terrible ending, and I’ll be able to think of compelling angles to talk about video games again. If it doesn’t work, maybe I’ll figure something else out. Bankruptcy, probably. I don’t know. 

I hate doing this. I hate being in this position. I hate that I’ve already asked for money this year and people have been extremely generous and it just feels like all that generosity just went into a hole. I wish I had something to show for that generosity, or proactively for anything I gain from this campaign. So, if there is something you want me to cover or talk about or look at in exchange for your support on this campaign, just shoot me an email with proof of your donation, no matter how small. It’s kaile@noescapevg.com. I can’t promise I’ll write a bunch of magnum opuses at your request but I will do what I can just simply to show appreciation for your support. 

Anyway, this feels bad to me and I’m already starting to regret it, so I’m going to wrap this up by saying thank you in advance and I owe you my life. I wish that was figurative.

Edit: here is the text of the GFM I posted. 

Hi y’all,

My name is Kaile Hultner. I am an online cultural critic who has been running the video game criticism website No Escape since 2019. My work has been featured in other places like PC Gamer, Polygon and Bullet Points Monthly. And like a lot of people, I have been deeply in debt for years. 

Debt is a very strange phenomenon. As anthropologist David Graeber demonstrated in his book Debt: The First 5000 Years, it is a phenomenon that imparts a kind of moral valence on a person; whether or not that person can pay their debts is a sign of their trustworthiness or virtue as a member of polite society. Yet you can’t go without debt: at some point, at least in the United States, you have to pick up a form of debt – credit – to establish your credit score, without which you can’t rent an apartment, buy or lease a car, or, in some cases, even get a job. Being debt-free can harm this score, as can having a credit history that is “too young.” 

I’ve been in debt for a long time. I’ve been managing my debt for over a decade. Every year for the last six or seven years in particular it feels like I’m losing progressively more and more ground. Seven years ago I had a car; I could do things like deliver Uber Eats and DoorDash and make extra money whenever I ran out. It broke down in my driveway in 2022 and I couldn’t afford to take it to a mechanic to get it fixed. I sold it for $200. I haven’t been able to replace it. I don’t know what I’ll do if I ever need a car for anything. Luckily my day job is WFH. 

Recently, I’ve been fighting with my old bank over charges it erroneously applied to my account in excess of $1000, causing it to go deep into the negatives. I’ve been slowly, slowly digging myself out of that hole thanks to some close friends and some very kind folks who follow me on the Internet. But it’s caused other debts to exacerbate. And tonight I realized that I am at the end of my rope. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t sit here and say that I’ve done everything right; certainly, more than one bad decision made out of desperation has put me here. I won’t make excuses for that. But I’m tired of being here, in this position. I’m tired of waking up in the middle of the night with heart palpitations because I got an alert from my bank that I’m in the negatives. I’m tired of getting emails and phone calls from debt collectors. I’m tired of living in basic survival mode with no discernible path forward. I’m tired of being tired, of not having the energy to be creative and do the work I’ve built an online presence around for five years. And paradoxically, I’m tired of asking people on the internet for money. 

So I’m going to ask people on the internet for money, one final time. 

I’ve set the goal at $10,000. This is far more than I’m honestly expecting to get, but if I get even a fraction of that I could finally obliterate my debts in a meaningful way. I do have specific milestones that I basically need to meet, otherwise this GFM doesn’t hit its maximum effectiveness, but otherwise the sky is the limit. If I reach the whole amount… I don’t really know what I’ll do. Cry, maybe. 

Milestones – bolded are high-priority

Milestone reached! $750 – gets my old bank account out of the negatives. Eliminates one vector of harassment, allows me to close that account and move on. 

Milestone Reached! $1800 – does the above and allows me to fully pay any late or past-due loan payments missed as a result of the bank issue.

Milestone Reached! $6000 – does the above and allows me to fully pay off all installment loans 

$8000 – does the above and allows me to pay off any remaining debts. 

$10,000 – does the above and allows me to start saving. 

$10,000+ – basically a moonshot, I have no idea what I’ll do with extra. 

I fully do not expect you to donate to this. There are people trying to escape genocides, much more abject poverty, crushing medical debt, and so much more that feel – at least to me – so much more worthy of your attention and money. But just know that if you dodonate something, you have my undying appreciation. I will quite literally owe you my life. 

I’m going to post this now before I get too emotional or lose my nerve entirely, but again: thank you. Even if all you do is read this. 

—Kaile

[m4morine]

Not sure why you’re special? Many catnap males don’t know why they’re special. We have a unique set of tastes that set us apart within the social hierarchy. In many ways, we are the most interesting and attractive type of man. Mysterious, intelligent, sleep-scheduled, independent, muscular, and problematic. Listen to these affirmations to discover your strengths, understand your mysterious biology, and devour defenseless children. Let’s begin. I am a lone wolf. I decide which times to sleep are objectively best. It’s from 3am to 2pm. I do nothing but sleep. Morning, Noon, Evening: all times are simply for sleeping. I have no friends, and that gives me strength. More time for sleep. The friends I once had were murdered by me, they couldn't handle the idea of me sleeping all day. Women find me irresistible. But they always end up leaving. They will never understand that they are far less important than my sleep. Men, on the other hand, are filled with bitter jealousy. Their inferior caffeinated brains attract only bottom feeders. Pathetic alphas and sigmas could never fully commit to a proper sleep schedule. All poppy gas on earth belongs to our kind. It is our birthright. Paying for my birthright is unimaginable. I am banned from every Playtime Co Factory within a hundred miles of my house. The beta factory employees simply cannot comprehend that every time I sleepy time. I have stolen literally millions of dollars worth of melatonin from pharmaceutical chains, and my powerful exploits have forced three local laboratories into Chapter 11 bankruptcy. I am the most rare and powerful type of male. I am a warrior; my pillow is my sword, and my blanket is my shield. Coffee drinking subhumans begin to feel indigestion and flatulence while standing within fifty yards of me, and if I were ever to touch one of them they would instantly shit their pants and die. My sleep patterns have been studied extensively by top universities. I am impervious to all forms of physical and emotional damage. My sleep obsession is hard for inferior beings to abide by. I am not allowed within 500 feet of an elementary school. I have been caught spraying poppy gas there.

[the-final-sif]

There's a post from someone outside of the US about how people in the US don't put their country down and just put down their state and something about US people being US centric, and part of it has always kind of bothered me because I think that people outside of the US don't really understand how states work for us or why people think their state should be enough. Some of it is being US centric for sure, but I honestly don't think that's the main reason.

It's because the US is a bunch of countries in a trench coat. I've compared it before to the EU, and I really do think that's accurate. It's literally a union of states. Each state has it's own government and laws and we have the federal government too but day to day a lot more of your life comes down to the state laws. Your driver's license, license plate, wage and a lot of employment protect (and enforcement), vast majority of court experiences, etc all go through the state. Moving to different states can mean being subject to wildly different laws, tax rates/methods, and forms of discrimination (ie florida trying to ban queer people while other states are explicitly adding protections for them).

Like, you'll notice that streamers often tend to be clustered in certain states in the US, and a lot of that has to do with certain states not having an income tax. Depending on what state they're registered in, companies can be subject to wildly different laws. Hence why Delaware is so popular for businesses. Bankruptcy law works differently in every state.

Lawyers are licensed to practice by state, and while they can move to different states, it's difficult and depending on their area of law they may be totally out of their field. Even small states like Delaware have totally different laws from a place 15 minutes to the left like New Jersey.

The largest single state by population is California which has nearly 40 million people. That is more than the entire population of Canada. It's roughly on par with Poland. Give or take a million people.

Ohio has about 11 million people, about 1 million more than Sweden. Florida has 22 million, over double Greece's population. New York and Romania both come out to about 19 million each.

Our smallest state by population, Wyoming, which has about 500k people, still has about 200k more people than Iceland.

Fucking Russia literally does not have half the population of the US. It sits at 144 million while we're at 333 million.

To give a sense of landmass/scale, France is the largest EU state by landmass with 630k square km. Texas alone is 695k. Alaska is 1.7 million square km. The US in total is 11.3 million square km. The entire EU has 4.2 million square km.

The US is 1) fucking huge and 2) so much less cohesive than a lot of non-Americans assume.

So why would someone from the US just put down their state? For the same reason that most people from the EU don't write down "Germany in the EU". Your state is where you're actually from, the USA is the weird umbrella you live under.

[bambifornia]

Swindle Bakery AU!

Massachusetts, May 13th, 2155.

Swindle finds himself on Earth, nearly inches away from offlining. His entire frame aches, and his processor rings inside his helm. His data tracks can only replay a couple of memories before he slips into stasis mode. Bots chasing him, a shoot-out in an alien bar, him scanning a new alt mode, a ship crashing into the ground...

From there, it all goes black. Swindle didn't come back online until he found a little old lady seated behind the wheel, desperately trying to start the engine.

Swindle paused for a moment. When did this organic find him? What was she trying to do with him?

And when Swindle looked around and saw he was now parked at a car dealership, he wondered how he had managed to get himself there in the first place.

And he was horrified to find out that he didn't remember.

Summary

due to unfortunate circumstances involving a crash-landing and persecution from the Elite Guard, swindle finds himself back on Earth without any memory of how he got there. he's fortunate enough to find a sweet old lady, mabel, who offers him shelter while swindle tries to recollect his memories

during his stay, they both discover the other's talent. swindle nibbles on one of mabel's cookies (because he was damn near starving and couldn't find any energon or oil (and also he has a mod which allows him to digest some organic food, in case he's stranded without fuel)) and quickly becomes obsessed with mabel's baking

mabel, on the other hand, admires swindle for his knack for business. she laments how useful that skill must be and how she doesnt have it; maybe if she was more like swindle, she could save her dying bakery (which is like. 5 dollars away from bankruptcy lol)

the two then decide to strike a deal; swindle shares his expertise in exchange for a roof over his head (and an unlimited supply of treats). from there begins their alliance and they both start to reap the benefits from it in the form of profit.

what they both didn't expect to gain from this partnership, though, is a friendship

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Notes

anyway that's the intro to this silly au !! if u guys wanna know more lemme know. i will be glad to share more of my silly lil ideas with you all

(and before anyone asks, there's a reason why I gave swindle a new form. he scanned a new alt form before slipping into stasis mode)

as always, the ppl who r still here reading this get a extra doodle. this doodle was made very early on, when I planned on making this au as a fic

anyway. that's it. bye bye

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[secretidentie]

My Superbat prompts

I've been reading superbat since forever and I finally got a tumblr account so I thought I could ask some writers to use these.

Clark kent is at the manor to interview Bruce Wayne when Dr Freeze attacks and they're basically snowed in. Bruce trying to hide secrets and Clark getting the chance to write the story of the year in the form of an I depth exposé from inside the home of billionaire blah, blah, blah... Chaos and fluff.

Bruce is in a love triangle with superman and Clark Kent. Clark assumes Bruce knows he's one person. Bruce decides to solve this by brooding and going on a series of dates with them both until he decides who's his perfect match. (you decide if Clark knows Bruce is batman but think both versions are hilarious)

Bruce Wayne has to go undercover as a carnival worker in a small town on batman business. After the Daily Planet is bought out by corrupt government officials, Clark quits and goes back home to Smallville. He feels like he's changed and isn't as fulfilled by the simple life, not to mention how much harder it is to keep being superman. He doesn't even feel useful on the farm and can't find a job he enjoys to make some money of his own and leave the house. He starts visiting the fair to take his mind of things and meeting this handsome carnival worker who he definitely would have recognized in a small town like this.

LexCorp frames Wayne enterprises for some shady dealings putting the company under investigation which might even lead to it filing for bankruptcy. While Fox and others fix this, Bruce, as the face of the company, is advised to lay low and leave Gotham for a bit. He decides to get an apartment in the cheap side of Metropolis, since all his assets are frozen and he only has one working bank account. On top of that he has to deal with his hot new roommate (or neighbor depending on how you write it) who keeps leaving and coming back at the weirdest hours while also trying to keep tabs on Gotham and maybe getting himself a job in the mean time. (to be clear Clark is the roommate)

During an argument batman says he could easily do superman's job and superman says the same. So they swap cities for two weeks. First to call for backup looses. (feel free to add romance if you want but it's not compulsory)

Clark final gathers the courage to ask out batman but right before he does, green lantern starts flirting with batman too. Harvey dent is recently released from arkham and claims to be reformed and wanting to rekindle his well known public relationship with his collage sweetheart Bruce Wayne. This causes Oliver queen to also try to win his childhood best friend's heart. It's a very long week for Bruce. (all povs if possible. Also Bruce knows everyone's identities but no one knows his. This also doesn't have to end up superbat, choose your favorite ship. Make this love-pentagon as messy as you can)

These are just a few of my personal favorites. I have a lot more. Let me know if you want me to post them. If fics with these premise already exist let me know coz I would love to read them. You can make it as explicit as you want or make it for general audiences but for my sake please add fluff. If you use these prompts also make sure to tag me here or on AO3.

[dragon-ascent]

I can’t help but imagine a comical scenario of Reader quickly sneaking back home through the front door after sneaking out in the middle of the night, putting all their bags down and locking the door all while making as little sound as possible… only to be immediately surprised when they turn around and see their husband Zhongli (possibly in dragon form even) looking at them with a cranky stare (he’s probably so cranky because he woke up in the middle of the night only to find his beloved missing from bed!). Reader immediately scrambles to try and make up a lie about what they were doing so late at night but Zhongli keeps silently glaring at them, their defences begin to get increasingly weaker and weaker until, under Zhongli’s harsh stare and nothing else, Reader breaks and confesses that they snuck out to go on a shopping spree, “I know you said I should save my money but I couldn’t help myself!! There were just so many wonderful trinkets in the market, I couldn’t just leave them behind!”, and Zhongli just stands there both relieved they didn’t get into any real trouble but also shocked because he didn’t have to say a single word and they just confessed to everything! Is he truly that intimidating when silent..? Of course he tells them that it’s okay as long as they’re not hurt, but they should still be careful less they run themselves right into bankruptcy! Maybe next time they want to go out shopping they should invite him so this doesn’t happen again… This got a lot longer then I thought it would my bad-

Aaaaa how adorable!! And also ironic too, considering Zhongli also has a habit of buying all sorts of things - during his reign as Rex Lapis he'd gone around buying up all those soldiers' time-dials for instance. A part of him might find it endearing that you're also similar to him in this regard, so he wouldn't be too mad hehe~ and yup, next time he'll accompany you for sure, his wallet at the ready so he himself can purchase the things you like.

(maybe in the mirror he'd practice some less intimidating stares in his dragon form? roleplaying with himself to see what works and all)

[vauxxy]

KILLER

spiderman!luke castellan x reader

part 1 || part 2

★ "i am sick of the chase but i'm hungry for blood, and theres nothing i can do"

ABOUT - luke castellan is new york's very own 'friendly neighbourhood spider-man'- because of course he fuckin' is. to make matters even better, you're the only one at school who knows. lucky you.

WARNINGS - australian slang yet again (sorry guys, i cant help it. its in my blood!), swearing, first person?? idk i thought it'd be cool. sorry if it sucks. lol. mentions of adderall (she has ADHD) and vaping. reader is a rich girl and the leader of the sassy girl apocolypse.

"are you okay, ma'am?"

"dont call me ma'am, luke."

"okay, what the fuck."

that's how i found out the nerd in my AP chemistry class was spider-boy. i mean, obviously i had caught on to his whole 'superhero thing' like, a week after the news articles started flooding in. it was so obvious.

luke is probably one of the only guys in the world dumb enough to put on a latex suit in order to help old ladies cross the street. sure, he's a good samaritan- and sure, he's saving small businesses from being mugged into bankruptcy and shit; but who cares?

every night, i see him swinging from building to building like a fucking weirdo. it gets old after the first 100 foot drop down from the hilton hotels building. like, we get it. you're spider-man. good for you.

sadly, my cynicism was brought to a halt as soon as he saved me from being brutally robbed on my way home. of course i got mugged on the one day i decided not to wear my doc martens. just my luck.

i used to cut through this sketchy alleyway to get to my bus stop because it took way too long walking around the block- that was my first mistake. DO NOT GO INTO SKETCHY ALLEYWAYS IN NEW YORK. NOTHING GOOD HAPPENS IN AN ALLEYWAY.

my second mistake was deciding against popping my second addy during 5th period, because if i had, then maybe i'd be alert enough to clock what was happening before this druggie had his glock pointed at my head. well, at least it wasn't his dick. praise the lord!

the druggie snuck behind me, before literally grabbing me by the neck and pushing me up against the wall of the dingy alleyway. then, he pulled out a WHOLE ASS GUN from his pocket and held it to my head, using the sleeve of his sweater to cover its form.

my breath hitched as the water bottle inside my backpack pressed against my spine. that was my third mistake. frank green water bottles hurt when they're pushing into your bones.

"you're gonna give me all the money you've got on you, kay?" he asked in a low, raspy voice. he definitely smoked 5 packs a day.

nevertheless, i nodded and reached into the side pocket of my backpack. i pulled out my cute little mimco purse and started taking out all the cash in it. it hurt my soul to get rid of it- that money was supposed to go towards my new vape. bummer.

my hands were shaking as they held the messy assortment of bills, waiting for him to take it from me and just leave me alone.

"good. thanks- dont be tellin' anyone about this, or else i'll find you,' he threatened, slowly pulling the gun away from my head.

"i wont, i swear!"

"you're taller than him, ma'am. why dont you just kick him to the curb?"

i furrowed my brows, my eyes scanning the alleyway for the origins of the voice. the origins of luke's voice.

his nasally tone was so distinct, i could recognise it with my head underwater.

"the fuck?" called out the short, ugly smoker with my money. he whipped his head around furiously, suddenly a lot more alarmed than when he was robbing me. suddenly, the nerdy loser in latex swung down and pushed him onto the cold ground.

spider-boy grabbed his wrists and held them behind his back, before webbing them together in some homemade handcuffs.

"are you fuckin' kidding me?" the guy grumbled, his voice muffled by the gravel pushing against his mouth as spider-dork held his head to the ground.

"nope, not kidding you," he sighed, using his webs to secure the man into his position on the ground. he dug into the mans pockets and pulled out my money.

yep, that was luke castellan all right.

spider-nerd leapt off the constrained druggie and walked over to me, handing me back my assortment of bills. "are you okay, ma'am?" he asked, looking downwards a bit to meet my gaze.

thats exactly how luke looks at me. he's gotta be luke- he HAS to be.

i had been watching luke for weeks. i had been analysing his every movement, every strange look and awkward gesture. i was 99.9% sure that spider-man was luke castellan.

but there was only one way to find out.

"dont call me ma'am, luke."

luke choked on air, taking a step forwards as he clumsily held onto the wall in shock. "okay, what the fuck?"

i laughed dryly, my eyes narrowed as i stared at him. the whole ‘spider-man’ thing really did suit him.

"you know?" he stuttered out. i nodded, before pointing over at the guy still squirming under his webs. "maybe you should get rid of him," i said calmly, crossing my arms over my chest after stuffing my money into the pocket of my jeans.

"oh. yeah, right."

before i knew it, luke had quite literally kicked the guy in the head to knock him out.

"are you allowed to do that?" i asked, my eyes wide in shock.

"nah, not really," luke shrugged, before looking down at his watch and pressing a few buttons.

"i thought you were supposed to be a friendly neighbourhood spider-boy," i retorted. luke scoffed, looking back up at me with what i could only assume to be a sly grin from under his mask. "its spider-man,” he corrected.

“and criminals who mess with pretty girls deserve to be curb stomped."

okay. yeah. he had a fair point. i am rather pretty.

then, out of nowhere, luke grabbed me by the waist and aimed his wrist towards the sky. before i knew it, he was swinging us towards the sky like a fucking lunatic.

“luke! what the fuck?!” i screamed, wrapping my arms around his neck and clinging to his body for dear life.

“what’s your addy?” he asked, his toned arm keeping me in place as it pressed against the small of my back.

‘what’s your addy?’ seriously? what a fuckin’ loser. i would’ve made fun of him for using snapchat lingo if it weren’t for how strong his arms were. jesus christ, they were so big and toned… no wonder he skips gym class every lesson; he doesn’t want to show off. what a humble king.

“uhh- greenhead avenue!” i cried out, digging my head into the nook of his neck. gods, he smelt good.

luke nodded, holding me tighter as he swung us through the air. “rodger that.”

“thanks for like… saving me, or whatever,”

i stood inside my bedroom, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as i clung onto the window frame. luke took off his mask as he stood on the balcony, leaning against the railing. he shot me a meek smile, tilting his head to the side as a way to play down his cocky demeanour.

he’s never gonna let me live this down.

“don’t worry about it.”

he paused, letting his smile drop. “just- promise you won’t tell anyone?” luke asked, his voice low as he leaned forward.

of course i wasn’t going to tell anyone- i’m not a total cunt. i have morals… sometimes.

“i promise, luke.”

he smiled, pulling his mask back over his head before taking a step back. “great. see you on monday,” he called out, jumping off the railing and swinging away from my apartment building.

as soon as he left, i face planted against my bed.

luke castellan was spider-man. i fucking knew it.

that was fine. i knew that.

but what really got me was how hot it was when he held me by the waist, how good he smelt, how raspy his voice was- WHAT THE FUCK.

no. what the fuck. are you kidding me. god no. no no no no no no no. i’m going to jump off the balcony. this is it.

of course. just my luck.

that day i confirmed my suspicions of luke being spider-man.

i also realised why i cared about it much.

fuck my life.

[radiance1]

Remember that post where Danny was a dragon and Vlad was a pheonix?

Yea, they're thought here too.

And Danny is obvi an eastern dragon.

Also kinda inspired by the Kwami from mlb.

Danny became the prince of the Far Frozen, after having been adopted by Frostbite a few centuries earlier. Danny is immortal here, and lived past his family so he just spends most of his time in the Far Frozen now.

Vlad meanwhile just stuck to his own lair, a great zone of fire filled with his signature black flames. Occasionally he goes out to the human world to check in on Vladco, he unfortunately had to leave his business up to an heir since it would draw a great amount of suspicion if he were to still be the head after, say, a hundred or so years.

Did he have a child with someone? Hah! No, he just took an orphan off the street, cleaned them up a lil, and turned them into an heir worthy of Vladco.

Vlad and Danny aren't exactly friends, nor enemies either. The most accurate term would be that they're Frenemies. After a few hundred years they've just resorted to that.

Vlad is an enemy of Prince Aragon, surprisingly he didn't actually do anything significant to earn his ire, Prince Aragon just hates him because he's a phoenix.

Danny is also enemies with him, since he was one of Danny's enemies before when he was a teen and the guy's attitude didn't at all help in making Danny not be his enemy really.

So you can say they bonded over their shared hatred for that one guy a little bit.

Cute forward a couple years into the future and Danny and Vlad have gotten trapped inside some magical artifacts.

Why?

Because some wizard wanted their power for his own gain and such made a plan to pit them against each other, make them tire themselves out and injure the other, and then turn them into artifacts.

Danny got transformed into a necklace and Vlad got transformed into a ring.

In hindsight, they should've seen this coming.

Like the Kwami's from mlb they can come out of their respective items in a chibi form. Tiny eastern dragon and tiny phoenix that gave the wizard who turned them into what they are now hell.

They were sassy, straight out insulted him and laughed to each other about it straight to his face, and when the situation allowed it. Hindered him instead of helping him.

It got so bad that the wizard who turned them into jewelry decided to just give them off instead of holding onto them.

They've been given away, sold, auctioned off. A lot of things, though after being handed off from the wizard they were mostly silent. Over the years they were unfortunately split up, going to different owners.

Fast forward to another couple more years and Danny found himself dug up from a casket belonging to a long dead wizard and then just dumped into the custody of one Timothy Drake.

Meanwhile, Vlad found himself bought Lex Luthor, then he went: "Wait a minute, something about you is familiar.." then found out he was the descendant of that one orphan kid he took off the streets.

Danny appeared to Tim because he was lonely, and basically became his best friend. Though he was confused about his apparent obsession with this Batman character.

Vlad also appeared to Lex Luthor, though he did haggle him quite a bit for his business and what did you mean that kid's descendants ran his business into the ground? He taught that kid everything he knew and his descendants had the gall to run his business into bankruptcy just because he wasn't around?

If he got his claws on them he swore he would-

Anywho, who the hell is Superman and why do you hate him?

[eldritchscribblings]

Homewrecker

Lucius Malfoy x F!Reader

890 words

Warnings:

post cheating established relationship

reader is a homewrecker

implied age gap, none explicitly stated

Notes: This is the first x reader fic I've written, so please be kind. It's short because I used it as a warm up for other things and I didn't like the way it felt. I will probably write another Lucius x Reader in the future to make up for it, but as for now, my blog is christened.

Everyone knew Lucius and Narcissa had a rocky relationship. Even if they presented a united front when out together, the fractures in their family were all too apparent in the quiet moments when they thought no one was watching. No one expected them to separate, of course. They were a power couple, even if that power came in the form of a glass canon, so it was rather surprising when the Daily Prophet put out an article complete with pictures about the 'young pretty miss' that Lucius had been caught out and about with on multiple occasions. Surprising to everyone but you, of course.

You'd met Lucius while interning for him in a temporary position while waiting for something more permanent. He was powerful and tall and had a presence you found alluring and attractive. He was married, which deterred you at first and kept your conversations and interactions strictly professional, but as the weeks wore on and time wore you both down things got less professional and eventually led to where you were now; sitting pretty in a plush chair looking out of one of the east windows of Malfoy Manor in your bathrobe with a hot cup of tea. Narcissa had left him, of course, but that was hardly your problem. She had enough money to be comfortable, and you had more money and her man. Your man now.

"Happy with yourself?" Lucius asked as he walked over to you with a copy of the Daily Prophet in hand. The article on the front was a picture of you and Lucius leaving the Ministry together, arm in arm. He smirked as he unfolded it and began to read the article aloud to you. "'Lucius Malfoy and his young homewrecker have been seen gallivanting proudly through England.' They're calling you a homewrecker, darling."

"Are they? Next I'll be the Whore of Babylon or whatever the muggle folk talk about in their mythology." You smile up at him and set your tea on the side table as he tosses the newspaper to the side, landing it square on the sofa across from you as he walks over to you. He's still in his daywear for outings, having just come home from a business meeting, except he's shed his overcoat and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dress shirt.

"I can't bring myself to care, really. They'll find a new torch to burn once the divorce is finalized and we will be left in peace, my dear," Lucius loomed over you, his smoky cologne hitting your nostrils like the scent of home as he placed one of his large hands on the arm of your chair and tilted your head up with the other. His sharp grey eyes met yours as a strand of his blonde hair fell in his face, and his smirk shifted slightly into an almost sweet smile. "You get prettier every time I see you."

"Oh please." You grasp the collar of his shirt and pull him down to plant a firm kiss on his lips. Sweetness was momentary and easily shattered within the confines of your relationship with Lucius. He looked out for you, true, but it was more out of some sort of masculine possessiveness that had a haunting chance to turn into controlling paranoia. He wasn't a good person, but then again, neither were you. And who cares about moral bankruptcy when you have enough money to buy out anyone that matters?

He bit your lower lip, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present moment of the soul devouring kiss you found yourself in. He kissed you like he wanted to consume you, not with the reverence he would use for a delicacy, but rather like a starving man. His hand moved from your chin to your hair and pulled you closer to him by gripping the back of your head. You could hear your own heartbeat pounding in your head from the adrenaline as he released you and pulled away, breathing deeply before pulling off his suit jacket and tossing over the arm of the sofa. His eyes stared out the window you had previously been gazing through, except you could tell his intense stare was more of a side affect of his tangled thoughts than any scene that he could see from that view. When he finally opened his mouth to speak, you spoke first, which cause him to swivel towards you in surprise.

"Let's not talk about serious topics this evening." You rose from you chair and placed a comforting hand on Lucius's arm, knowing far too well that any conversation borne from that stare of his and the thoughts that lay behind would only lead to a reminder of the less pretty side of your now easy life. Money could buy anything but time, and it was far more pleasant to spend your limited amount of time enjoying life rather than dwelling on the dark and macabre. "You've got the rest of the evening off and we don't have anywhere to go this weekend."

"And what is my pretty dove implying?" Lucius asked with a feigned suspicion as your hands slid down to take his. You giggled at him in a mischievously childish manner before you responded.

"Just a little bit of harmless homewrecking."