#i am cackling at my creation

[phin-tastic]

after what i would simply call an epiphany; i have created my magnum opus in terms of picture editing

i’m presenting you:

the narrator’s updated power animal

here’s them together

[shamblespirate]

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 19, Unfriended - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, yelling, mentions of violence against women.

Word Count: 1.9k

Previously On...: You showed Nat and Wanda the texts. They were as bad as you thought.

A/N: You guys sure know how to make me give you whatever you want with all your flattery! I am WEAK. Keep it coming ;) Also, this scene is the very first one that came into my head during the creation of this fic, one of the first I wrote for it. It had to be redone a lot as the story changed, but I like to think I kept the beats and emotions the same as I first intended to be.

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Once inside the conference room, your friends made sure to sit you between the two of them, so that Bucky couldn't park himself next to you. Unfortunately, there wasn't much they could do to keep him from taking the seat across from you.

"Hey," he said as he sat down, "I've been trying to call you; thought we could go get some lunch before returning to our previously scheduled activities. Where've you been?" You acted as though you hadn't heard him, pretending you were extremely interested in something on your phone. It didn't escape your notice, however, when Jade entered the room and sat down in the seat next to him, Bucky instinctively shifted his seat away from her slightly. She glanced between the two of you, a smug smile playing across her lips.

"Bucky," she greeted. "How's things?"

"Carthage," he huffed in response. You made the mistake of catching his eye for a brief second, and he offered you a tentative smile before you immediately hardened your expression and turned away.

Nat jotted down a sentence in her notebook and slid the paper over to you. Your puppy looks like you just kicked him in the face and he can't figure out why.

You suppressed a snicker and wrote back I can't reward a mongrel for indiscriminately humping bitches, can I? You quickly worked to scribble over your words as Natasha positively cackled at you, drawing everyone's attention.

"You alright there, Nat?" Tony asked as he entered the room, moving toward the front of the space and getting ready to begin the meeting. Nat coughed and took a sip from her water bottle.

"Just peachy, Tony," she answered, stifling a smile. "Just peachy."

"Okay, good. Let's get this started, then." He opened up his tablet and flicked a projection over the table. It was a series of photographs of about two dozen or so young women, all looking to be in their late teens to early thirties. "These women," Tony began, "have all been reported missing from the vicinity of Atlantic City over the last eighteen months. They've all got a history of either drugs, prostitution, or both, so the local police aren't interested in wasting valuable resources tracking them down. Fortunately for them, my resources are endless." He gave a sad smile, then with another flick of his wrist, brought up a three-dimensional schematic of a squat building. "This is called the Wiggle Room. It's a Russian-owned club where at least half of the missing girls were dancers at some point in the last three years."

"You're thinking trafficking," you spoke up. It wasn't a question. You knew the signs too well, after all. Tony nodded.

"That's horrible," said Jade "but, I mean, we're the Avengers. Isn't trafficking kind of... I dunno, below our paygrade?"

If looks could kill, you and Natasha would have murdered her on the spot. Bucky rolled his eyes before leaning over and murmuring something to Jade that you couldn't quite hear, but you had a pretty good idea what it was when her face turned red and she looked at the two of you and muttered "Oh, sorry-- I didn't know."

Your next murder-by-death stare went to Bucky. How fucking dare he divulge your secrets to her, especially when you told him he was only one of three people on this entire fucking planet who knew them? You told him that in confidence. He had absolutely no right. He just shrugged at you apologetically. Fucking shrugged. You were going to throw up. How many times was he going to betray you?

"As I was saying," Tony continued, as though Jade hadn't interrupted him, and you were grateful for it, "we want to put a couple of people on the inside, work there for a few months, see what they can find out."

"Oooh!" said Jade, bouncing in her seat and raising her hand like she was in grade school. "I volunteer!" She turned to stage whisper to Bucky. "Wouldn't I make an absolutely adorable stripper? It would be so much fun!"

Bucky had the good sense, for once in his life, to roll his eyes at Jade as Tony spoke up: “You’re benched, Carthage,” he said matter of factly. “Which reminds me; we need to have a discussion about how you managed to sneak your ass onto the Russia mission.

You felt a sick sense of satisfaction when you saw the look of chastisement cross Jade’s face, and were overcome with a renewed curiosity over just how she happened to get herself on that Quinjet in the first place. Not that it mattered, not anymore.

"So, do you think you'd be up for it, Pocket?" Tony turned to you. "Willing to dust off those pasties and jump back on the pole one last time?"

You smirked, having suspected that the ask was coming as soon as he mentioned a strip club. "What can I say, Boss? It'll be like riding a bike."

"Good, because maintenance is putting a practice pole in your room as we speak. Don't want you looking rusty undercover."

"As if I could ever!” You pretended to be affronted.

"Hold up," said Steve, and suddenly, you could feel all eyes on you. Oops. You’d forgotten that part of your history was also not common knowledge. You glanced around and everyone was staring; Sam's mouth was even hanging open. "Are you saying Pocket used to be a stripper?" Steve whispered the last word, as though it was naughty and he'd get in trouble for using it.

"Hey," you said nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders, "MIT ain't cheap."

"I'll have you know, Cap, that exotic dancing is a craft, and our Pocket here is an artist." You beamed at Tony's words, pride flushing through you. Your past as a dancer wasn't something that you necessarily led conversations with, but you weren't ashamed of it. The money had been excellent, and you'd been good at it. Damned good.

"You've seen her?" Sam asked, mouth still hanging open.

"How do you think we met?" Tony asked him, as if it was the stupidest question in the world.

"No," said Bucky, out of nowhere, his voice hard and angry. He stood up, fists planted on the table, glaring at you.

"It was definitely while she was working at a strip club" Tony said, deliberately mistaking Bucky's meaning. "It's not everyday you get a comparative analysis of the weaknesses of your company's firewalls at the same time you get a lap dance; tends to leave a lasting impression."

"No, I mean Pocket's not going undercover. She's just a civilian and it's too dangerous. Send Natasha or Jade in, instead," Bucky bit out through gritted teeth.

"Excuse me?" You stood up, as well, mirroring his stance and matching his glare from across the table. "You do not get to determine what missions are too dangerous for me, James. You're not my father."

"But I'm your boyfriend," he said, and the fact that you had called him 'James,' and not 'Bucky' or 'Barnes' wasn't lost on him. "And I care about whether or not you get hurt."

You laughed, cold and mirthless. "Since when?" you spat, letting every ounce of pain you felt at his betrayal into your voice. He looked back at you, hurt and abject confusion clouding his features.

"If you're so worried about her, then you can go, too," Tony said. "Go as her boyfriend, get a job at the club as a bouncer. We need multiple sets of eyes."

Bucky seemed almost mollified by this suggestion, but you were not going to allow it. "Absolutely not," you said, the conviction ringing in your voice. "Sam'll come with me."

"What?" both Sam and the super soldier asked at the same time.

"Barnes is way too identifiable with that metal arm," you offered by way of explanation. "No way in hell I'll keep my cover if I walk in with the fucking Winter Soldier by my side."

"She's got a point," Steve said, scratching his chin. "But Pocket, language, please." You stole a glance at Bucky, and his eyes were full of pain. You'd called him the Winter Soldier. Out loud. You'd never done that; you knew how hard he worked to differentiate himself from the monster Hydra had turned him into. It was a low blow on your part, but you couldn't find it in you to give a shit.

Tony clapped his hands. "All right, then it's settled. Pocket and Sam will go to Atlantic City. It's strictly an intel-finding mission, only. No heroics, got it you two?" You both nodded in agreement. While you were excited to go out into the field in an undercover capacity, you had no desire to see combat. Sure, you could more than handle your own if it came down to self-defense-- Nat had made sure of that, but there was a reason you were the computer girl and not an actual superhero yourself. "Pocket, get practicing. You've got about a week before we’ll be sending you and Sam out; don’t want you embarrassing me up there. Any questions? No? Good. That's it, then, class adjourned. 

"Oh, and one more thing," he said before everyone could collect themselves, "don't forget, our girl's turning 35 on Saturday. The party starts at eight. Dress to kill, because I'm going all out for this one."

You couldn't help the blush that crept up your face, despite the rollercoaster of anger and agony you’d been feeling. When Tony had approached you about throwing you a birthday party, you'd demurred, telling him you were too old for one, but he had insisted that, since you'd missed out on so many childhood experiences because of what your parents had put you through, you were going to get a party to remember.

You got up and gathered your things, purposefully avoiding Bucky as Nat and Wanda glared at him while they waited to escort you out. You were eager to get up to your new room so you could start researching the missing women and this strip club and, a part of you admitted with a smile, get practicing your old routine and come up with a couple of new ones. It was just the thing you needed to take your mind off of your current troubles.

“Pocket, Sam,” Tony called, catching your attention, “hold back a minute; I want to go over some details with you.”

Nat and Wanda looked at you, but you encouraged them to go on; Steve had made a beeline toward Bucky after the meeting had been adjourned and, despite Bucky lingering, obviously waiting to speak with you, had managed to steer him out of the room to discuss something you couldn’t give a shit about. “It’s fine, guys,” you told your friends. “He’s gone; I should be able to get back up to the room without trouble.

They exchanged a glance, then looked back at you. Nodding, they left.

“Pocket,” Tony said, once the conference room was clear and it was just the two of you and Sam remaining, “care to tell me why FRIDAY says you’ve moved rooms?”

“Not at the current moment, Boss,” you said. You didn’t want to rehash the drama you’d been thrown into against your will, let alone in front of a completely innocent bystander. Instead, you encouraged him to get on with whatever more he needed to tell you and Sam about the parameters of the mission. Hopefully, it would distract you enough to take your mind off of the sheer agony you felt inside.

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[digitaldiscipline]

Hey, do you think Windows 11 sucks goat sweat through a bendy straw?

You can go back to Windows 10 with a little planning and two USB keys.

Step 1: Get your swearing, searing hatred of Win11 on (optional, but feels nice)

Step 2: Download the Win10 Media creation tool somewhere eazy to get to (your desktop, download folder, whatever). It can be gotten here, freezey peezey: https://www.microsoft.com/en-us/software-download/windows10

Step 3: Run that sucker, and choose "USB drive" where prompted, and choose the smaller-capacity USB key (8gb or more). NOTE: That drive will be reformatted. Back up anything you have on there if it's not already.

Step 4: Use your large-capacity USB drive (or other external storage media, or whatever cloud-based solution you like - I have two USB thumb drives and three separate offsite/cloud storage options, all of which are free) to back up all your important shit.

I AM NOT FUCKING AROUND. THIS PROCESS WILL WIPE YOUR C:/ DRIVE LIKE A DISH PIG CLOSING A DINER. YOU WILL LOSE ANYTHING NOT STORED ELSEWHERE.

Step 5: Unplug your backup drive(s), slap that naughty little USB key with the install media, open windows explorer

(this bad boy)

... and locate the setup.exe file.

Step 6: Cackling like the mad genius you are (wenis dance optional, but I don't know it, and would trip over one of my cats), run that bastard and choose the only option available (the other two will be greyed out and unselectable):

Windows Fucking Seppuku

Step 7: Get yourself a celebratory snack and/or beverage, as your computer rejects the farce of AI, constant marketing, and pushy bullshit.

Step 8: Be subjected to Win10's first-use bullshit. Hey, it can't all be kittens and middle fingers.

Step 9: Reinstall all your shit, and copy the stuff you backed up back. And, hey! You now have both a recovery USB key and all of your shit backed up so if you or your computer are hit by lightning for this show of hubris, at least all your weird porn will be safe.

[catiuskaa]

this close to begging

SUMMARY: an angsty tension formed out of pent-up feelings. a mix of alcohol, changbin and you might find just the way of solving it.

WC: 1.6k

CW: swearing, angsty feelings, drinking, drunk oral sex (f rec.), mentions of degradation and size kink, use of nicknames: bubs, my love, bunny, recreational use of pussydrunk!changbin because I say so, why not, and I think that’s all, folks! (pls tell me if I missed anything!)

TAGGING! @ur-boyfiends-reading, from a fellow seolar <3 hope you like it! (feel no pressure at all if it isn’t your kind of thing tho)

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You hadn’t meant it. Of course you hadn’t.

You had been fed up with everyone’s bullshit in the past week. Dealing with the cons of dating an idol was usually fine, but added to the recent stress in your minimum-wage job, with your boss constanltly prancing around and making everyone’s mood so fucking crispy, roaming and firing people in several departments— including yours.

Let’s just say you weren’t in your best of days. Or… weeks.

And Changbin, well, you hadn’t had the heart to tell him just yet. Or to talk. Much to your and his despair, his schedule had also been against you seeing each other. Always full to the brim. Packed to the infinity.

You had barely seen him the past week. Maybe even the one before, which didn’t help at all with your current exhaustion.

Still, it wasn’t an excuse for the argument that stroke between both of you. You couldn’t point out who or what had started it, but the tension made the focal point of the loud discussion change.

“Leave me the fuck alone for a minute, okay!? You’re always clinging to me like a desperate little bitch.”

You froze, hands slightly trembling after those lies came out of your mouth. You hadn’t meant it, at all. You loved your smol little cuddly Binnie. You loved how you would usually wake up with his hands beneath your shirt as he pampered your face and neck with kisses, his hair messy and fluffy and his face puffy from sleep. You couldn’t figure in your head how that sentence had come off. You couldn’t understand it.

Still, for both his and your sanity, you had moved from your shared bed to the first floor, and locked yourself inside the guest’s room, which was never really used by anyone else than the rest of the members whenever they wanted to stay the night.

After you entered the spare room, you heard a ruffle of sorts and then the loud slam of the main door closing.

And since then, a couple of hours had passed.

You didn’t have the heart to text or apologize. You wouldn’t know where to start, and being honest, you weren’t sure he was going to forgive you. In your mind, that was totally plausible and justifiably so.

Where could Changbin gone? Your chest tightened, not daring to get out. What if he had left to stay elsewhere? No, Chan would’ve texted you.

Right?

You sighed, slowly banging your head against the door behind you, feeling the guilt spread through your body.

Brushing off the tears on your cheeks, you stood up, shaking your head, and decided to step out and head to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.

The silence in the apartment was killing you slowly. Usually, as loud as he could be, Changbin would leave traces of where he was or what he was doing with small sounds. Like the little giggles when he was texting the members. The loud cackles when he watched instagram reels, and the proud snicker when he encountered edits of himself. The low humming when a song got stuck in his head, there it be one of his own creations or the ones he listened to. The small thuds as he practiced choreographys in his study, for tiktok trends or for Felix’s enjoyment.

Now, it was just silence as you sipped from he mug. It was probably not a good idea to have coffee past one am, but you didn’t care.

And then, you heard the struggles of a drunk man trying to open the door.

You hesitated. He was a mess when he was drunk, but now he’d probably be mad. And you kind of deserved it.

Shaking your head, you opened the door, and his body, slightly taller than yours, fell like a puppet, his head nuzzling into your neck as his arms closed around your waist.

“Bubs, y-you’re so preettty,” he sniffed. He was… crying? “Ah… I- m-missed you, sooo, so muchh…” he trailed off, his eyes teary.

You tried to craddle his face or to move him away, and failed to guide him upstairs.

“N-no!” He refused, tightening his grip around you.

“My love, you should go to bed.” You mentioned softly.

His eyes widened, and his head shot up, his hands now cradling your face.

“W-what did you just say?” He muttered. “D-don’t say that. If you… do that… n-no…”

You blinked, pouting unconciously.

“What, baby?” He shivered under your touch when your hands softly grabbed his wrists.

“Remember how… I uh… said that… alcohol… uh…”

The intense blush in his face made you almost jump in your place, your eyebrows shot up slightly.

You were unable to control a smile that creeped from underneath. “My love…” you started, and he almost whimpered. “Are you getting horny?” You whispered, and he nodded against your neck.

“You… you’re just s’prettyy… ‘n you keep wearing my clothes…” his fingers started to trail patterns, slowly riding up an old hoodie of his that you had most definetely stolen.

You licked your lips.

“Let’s get you to bed, yeah? Lemme take care of you.”

His body fell on the bed like dead weight. His eyes were closed, his features so soft you thought he had fallen asleep.

You started taking his shoes off, followed by his socks, because you knew he hated sleeping with them on.

Changbin sighed, and you stopped.

“Bubs, please,” his hand tugged your sleeve. “P-please… just. Just… this once. ‘M so sorry. I’ll fix this. I’ll do whatever I can. I’ll talk to the company or something.” He blabbered messily, and tugged your sleeve harder, swiftly taking your other arm and pulling towards him, making you fall on top of him.

He brushed a couple of stray hairs from your face, and you struggled you find a comfortable position to lie on him.

“B-bunny, w-wait.” His hands stopped your waist. “Fuck, I need you. Please. I know ‘m drunk… just…” his features scrunched up, thinking.

“Love…” you started.

“Wait, I know!” He blurted out. “Just lemme taste you.” He smiled, breathing against your lips, in a way that you could almost taste what he had drinked earlier.

“W-what?”

He whined. “You always taste s’good, bubs. Please. Binnie need this, pleaaase…” he trailed off, peppering messy kisses on your neck.

You felt him harden underneath you as you thought for an answer.

“But we had a fight, love. I don’t want you to do this and feel wrong about it tomorrow.” You said lowly, biting your lip. “Are you sure about this?”

“I know, I know. ‘m drunk, sure, but you still taste so fucking good ‘nd look like a goddess. Thinking I’ll regret this ‘s bullshit.” He mumbled against your skin.

You got lost in thought, and he took that in advantage, rolling his hips against yours.

“You said you’d take care of me,” he whimpers lowly, his voice hoarse. “Kiss me.” Changbin licked his lips, his mouth dry. “Please.”

There was an urgency, a burning desire that crashed through your body as his lips devoured yours after a shy nod. Each touch of his lips sent ripples of warmth through your body, making both of you more hot and bothered as it grew in intensity. It was a kiss that spoke volumes without uttering a word, a language of emotions conveyed through the mixture of breaths. A way of apologizing from before and a form of drunk reassurance.

The taste was a mixture of the drinks he had taken and your flavoured chapstick, tongues clashing against one another as his hands moved to your waist and turned both of you. With his figure over yours, he parted your legs with soft strokes on your thigh, leaning in, unable to separate from your lips, taste stronger and more addicting than any drink he could’ve found over at the bar.

When you broke apart, a thin strand of drool followed your lips, and without missing a beat, Changbin licked it clean. You panted, your hand on his chest as both of you stared at each other, eyes, lips, taking in the other’s untamed beauty. It was a moment suspended in time, entering your shared bubble back in what felt like months of craving.

Changbin went right back, biting your bottom lip, trailing lustful kisses down your neck, taking your and his clothes off as if they burned, nonchalantly throwing them elsewhere.

“So good, my cute little bunny… already wet, huh?” He snickered, leaving marks on your neck and trailing dow, playfully biting the inside of your thighs. “Binnie’ll make ya feel s’good.”

His kisses started to get closer and closer to your core, making your sigh impatiently, whimpering. He cooead at you, and planted a teasing kiss on your cunt.

You squirmed on your place. “B-binnie…!”

“Shhh, bunny. S’okay.” Changbin smirked slyly, dragging his tongue on you in languid strokes. He grunted when you started moaning louder, your hands now in his hair, his mouth spread wide on you.

As you started babbling in pleasure, he started making out with your sloppy cunt more vigorously, tugging at your thighs, like he wanted to be crushed by them.

“Y’know, fuck…” he moans, and it travels all through your body. “when ya said I was a desperate lil’ bitch… fuck… made me so horny…”

He stared at you from in between your legs. “Binnie’s such a desperate slut for bunny, huh?”

He spread you open with two slender finger, moaning just by feeling how small you are and how you clenched around his fingers, imagining how tight you'd be around him, and he started grinding against the matress unconciously.

He stops grinding when you moan his name and grasp his hair, and lets you ride his face as you reel in pleasure.

You whine when his kisses get too intense and he comes up, his arousal all over his lips and chin, kissing you with all tongue and teeth, allowing you to taste yourself.

“We’ll keep going in the morning,” he panted. “Can’t have enough of you.” Changbin murmured against your neck, falling asleep with you.

~kats, who wrote this while blasting ‘careless whisper’ on her headphones just to see how far she could take it.

THINK I DID OK AS MY FIRST ACTUAL SMUT?!

[accio-victuuri]

Bunny laoshi’s 1005 birthday CPNs Part I 🎂

I am giving it this title cause i’m pretty sure we will have more in the next releases or whatever. So yeah. First, I wanna thank you xiao laoshi for all the shiny presents he gave us for his birthday! we have been so blessed! I mean those photos from XZS? and the biggest CPN of the day which is him featuring the Leica camera we have been screaming about for the past days. Personally, we can skip all of these and that sugar alone is enough. But apparently, there’s more….

I will start with my favorite which is related to the birthday cake he was holding in one of the photos.

The person who designed the cake shared info on their creation. No problem. Anyone would be proud for making a cake for a celebrity like XZ. Yes, it’s camping themed. Which is a recurrent CPN in this fandom since both of them suddenly became camping enthusiasts around the same time.

This time the customer wanted to make a camping model, so I started looking for some pictures from my colleagues. But because Master Fang doesn’t make other store models, He finally decided to use the scene of Xinjiang grassland then add with other camping accessory of ours~

AND THIS CAKE SHOP IS LOCATED IN HANGZHOU. Who is in HZ? Who frequents HZ? Definitely not ZZ. So who had this commissioned??? I’m sorry but as soon as I heard Hangzhou, what came to mind is WYB. I swear. He is that city’s adopted son or something.

Out of all ZZ’s “hobbies” who would decided let’s do camping. I can only think of Bobo. And the delivery fee is 3k. There is really nothing top expensive when it comes to each other.

Next is how photos were with him holding the Leica. Kind of like how the camera was posted in WYB’s photosets in Paris. They are both showing off. Clearly.

When you put the bday messages from their studios side by side — it appears that the theme and pattern is the same. 😂😂😂😂

lament about how time flies >> one year role review >> talk about life >> good wishes

I mean it’s not the most unique format but it’s so cute seeing how similar. even how it’s split in paragraphs.

Tho I have to say wyb’s was very very special. That message made me tear up.

WYB is about to go home, Paris to China and he is wearing Ralph Lauren. Yes, ZZ is endorsing the fragrance but it’s still an interesting choice.

I am cackling tho cause you can see that WYB was online at midnight! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It got some people nervous. Will he greet XZ? Will he comments on XZ’s bday post? I mean what’s going on???

Turns out, WYB posted about his experience with the Chanel PFW. This is the perfect time cause he is literally leaving Paris. What’s funny tho are the people commenting. It’s BXGs. Because come on, who’s awake? It’s us. We are awake cause it’s GG’s bday. I took a screenshot, just look at the pfps. I think by the time I publish this post, it will be overtaken by so/os cause one fan club asked other so/os to comment. Lol.

Some are saying the first words he used to describe the show are actually for ZZ’s photos but i really don’t buy that. and well, he is gonna see the love of his life soon ^^ I really hope they get to spend sometime 1005 or over the weekend 😌😌😌

and well the repost on ZZ’s birthday post on his own weibo is another story too 😂😂😂

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AND SOME LAST WORDS ABOUT ZZ PULLING OFF THIS CAMERA CANDY TODAY. It’s actually a joint effort. Intentional or not, I’m all for it. It goes to show that the way we speculate on things actually make sense and are not too out there. They could easily hide the camera if they want to block all the cpf talk but they didn’t. It was displayed proudly.

It’s one of those things where I think they/their team really listen in on what’s going on in the turtle fandom and they get to decide which ones will be given more fuel or not. Again, their relationship is between them, but imagine them willingly sharing this personal part of their life to us is making me 😭😭😭.

Whether it’s the exact same camera or not. XZS’ posting closed the loop of doubt. It’s not all on WYB’s side, ZZ claimed it too. and that to me is an iron clad cpn. No one can say that “WYB is just trying to feed the cpfs…”. It’s mutual.

It’s a lesson on believing in them. A couple of times this year, I’ve seen people question them. Always throwing tantrums for “lack of candy” and being annoying. Be patient. You will be rewarded if you just wait — appreciate them as people and enjoy the content they put out. It will come to us in time. Trust them. 🤍

-END.

[thatanimewriter]

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE.

➳ synopsis: the boys can't help but micromanage the catering at their wedding and he really needs to just sit down and enjoy his special day

➳ character/s: yukihira soma, tsukasa eishi

➳ warnings: swearing (soma), cameos of other cast members, could be taken as platonic or romantic, ryo wants to be husband material

➳ notes: i just think they'd never let someone take care of cooking at their own wedding without coming over to check to make sure everything is perfect, so here are some short ficlets

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.  

he knows his dad won't royally fuck up his wedding (he thinks) but there is an inkling of anxiety when he's reminded of his disgusting creations, especially when his dad got up to do his little speech. it's not like his dad was the only chef for tonight, ryo and hayama had also joined the fray, perhaps to honour their previous victory as the top 3 at the autumn elections.

"stop hovering," joichiro grumbled, seasoning the meat at his work station. "you're supposed to be sitting down with your partner, go do that."

soma whined in response, reaching to grab a knife but got his hand slapped away. "what if you serve something gross?"

"i won't, i won't."

"soma!" you called, arms crossed. "you asked them to cater, let them do their thing," you said, pulling him away from the kitchen.

he sighed as he was dragged along, but called out to his dark-haired companion before he was forced out. "i can cook better than you, i'm married and you're not!"

"HUH?!"

"even hayama got married before you," he continued, a mischievous grin glued to his lips.

"I'LL CATCH THAT BOUQUET AND SHOW YOU I'M HUSBAND MATERIAL!" ryo yelled, earning a cackle from soma as he ran back into the reception hall.

── 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈.

they say old habits die hard, and that certainly is the case for tsukasa. shuffling his way to the kitchen, he twiddled his thumbs as he watched his elite ten cohort churn out dishes with knitted brows and a trembling gaze.

"tsukasa, you're the one who stopped us from having fun at your wedding, at least let us do our job," rindou teased, searing the meat in her pan.

he gasped in horror, "you're not having fun? should i have asked someone else to do it? what if the others aren't having fun? what if people are only here because they felt bad-"

"come back to the reception hall, tsukasa, people want to talk to you and congratulate you," you stated, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "they've got it covered, you know these people are good."

"ok..." he mumbled, timidly walking away.

"oi, tsukasa! you owe us a round of drinks after we're done here!" rindou called, a cat-like grin on her features.

"ah, please don't get drunk at my wedding!" he cowered, immediately running back to the kitchen.

"you're being a bad husband by leaving your spouse alone," she joked, shaking her head in faux disappointment.

"am i?!"

"yup," you confirmed, gripping his hand and dragging him back into the reception hall as he fretted over his capabilities as a husband.

[beevean]

It intrigues me that some of the most interestingly baffling takes I see about characterisations are on Gerald of all people. There seem quite a few takes here that he was irrevocably evil, rotten to the core, cackling manically as he hurt and damaged the being he'd brought into the world with no regard for Shadow's wellbeing, and so on and so forth. And that is barely putting it as graphically as the statements about all the "torture" "Shadow" "faced" on the ARK I have read before.

But to me, Gerald seems so incredibly heavily driven by love instead? He originally did not even want to create the Ultimate Lifeform, as he deemed it something humanity should not muddle with, but his love for Maria and desperation to save her life made him accept this burden. He very explicitly calls Shadow his son, tells him he's made a mistake with accepting Black Doom's help, and worked to ensure humanity had a defence against the Black Arms. He gave Emerl and Shadow a soul like Maria's, so that these weapons of mass destruction would never fight and only use their powers selflessly. In Battle, Rouge could not spell out more to the nose that he was researching ways to bring hope and happiness to people (similarly discussed by Shadow and Maria in SA2), but forced by those in power to use his creations for war instead. When Gerald goes insane, he himself talks about the fright it gave him, that he can only think about revenge. With the added complete lack of indication Shadow was ever mistreated in any way on the ARK, the idea of Gerald as some conniving bastard gleefully causing Shadow suffering (or even just somberly causing him suffering In The Name Of Science) holds no more water at all to me. He is not at all a flawless person, but until the point he learned he lost Maria, all his concerns were centered around the happiness of the world instead. And personally, I find the idea of a person driven by love to go insane because that love caused him to lose his most important person, which only then makes him hurt his other creation he earlier regarded as a son, a lot more interesting than someone who simply always was evil and disdainful of said creation and just regarded him as a tool to help someone else. Shadow was more to Gerald that just that, of that I am certain.

I'm very glad I did not encounter a single instance of what you saw :) but I don't doubt that some fans really headcanon Gerald as being cruel. After all, apparently some are going around painting Sonic & co. as monsters for not playing therapist for Neo Metal Sonic...

It makes sense. If a fan really wants to imagine that Shadow suffered like hell on the ARK, it goes without saying that in this interpretation Gerald was a bastard who didn't care about his creation.

Anyway, it is inconceivable to me to play SA2 or ShTH (not even including Battle as at this point I think only 5% of the current fandom even remembers it) and come away with the conclusion that Gerald didn't adore Maria and Shadow. But, well. I may have answered my own question :P

@skaruresonic did you see anything resembling this?

[legendaryskyscale]

Alright I wanna type up the "origins" of Has Seen Things before my memory becomes potato and I forget a lot of details.

So, to start off, I wanted to make a toon on leap year, and the original plan was to make a kobold using the dragon descendant's helmet

So the plan for making a kobold was to create an Asura. As I was going through creating this lad, I get to the faces and having the eyes maxed out in size got me cackling.

I messed around with the creation and became more and more inspired to try and make @/pocketss albino not-goblin character that I loved so much.

What really got me was applying the Demon Masque on him and I said "oh he has seen things" and so his name became Has Seen Things. I am surprised this name took cus typically a lot of names I try to use in GW2 are nearly always taken.

Anyway, that is how I created Hass! Thanks for reading!

[marvelstarker-mha98]

The Invention Left By A Little Stark-book 2 Chap 1: A Girl And Her Creation

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Ultron & Reader, Friday & Reader

Summary

The fate of (Y/n) Stark left the world stunned.

But, as all things do, it eventually moved on. You were by no doubt forgotten, but things were moving fast in the world of heroes and villains.

The quantum realm comes to light, your most loved design gains sentience, and an organisation rooted within evil works harder than ever to destroy the Avengers. But that was just the tip of the ice berg.

How long can the world really go on without you? -------------------------------------------------------------------------

A/n: Hey everyone thank you for the love, commenting and support for the story that you all have for book 1 The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark! Now book 1 is out of the way and we know its been three weeks of excitement and intense waiting for book two, me and my an amazing friend, catastrophicxcreativity aka SlytherinsRebellion give you the sequel!!! Again so we hope you all love this! Warning: Flashback, Animal feces, Blackout Co author with: callikc Tag:  @venomsvl  @geeksareunique @huntective-kyeo, @klc13, @natsbiggestfan1, @carellmcu, NEXT

Inventions.

The action of inventing something, typically a process or device, or a creative ability.

Inventions are created to change the world as we know it. They are made to solve problems and make life easier. They are designed to help the next generation. Only the freakishly smart or badass insane can create something that will be put in the history books.

Me? I'm (Y/n) Stark. I'm one of them.

-

This story began a long time ago.

It was approximately two weeks before the fall of SHIELD, two weeks before your one decision would change everything. Your compound - your home away from home - was peaceful for the moment.

The lake was still, a glimmering crystal in the sun's glare, and the grass - although overgrown - was barely making a whistle as the blades crossed each other. The gravel of the pathways lay undisturbed and even the animals seemed scarce for that one evening.

However, not all of them.

A tiny rabbit was hopping its way against the sunset backdrop. It didn't stop until it reached your car.

The paintwork shone like a diamond and this rabbit stopped right next to your tire…

It stared for a long moment...

Turned its back...

And took a poo right next to the rubber.

Almost immediately, a light buzzing filled the air. A manufactured drone with claws came whizzing from around the building's side, right out of a window. Inside one claw was a spray bottle and inside the other was a bag and rag.

Inside the room it left was you. It was the lab.

A pale red cleaning robot was sorting out a coffee spillage on the floor and seemed to be humming along to Twisted Sister's 'We're Not Gonna Take It.' Mixed in with the classic sound was a very sudden cackle of electricity.

"Shit!" You cursed.

As it sparked, the lights in the lab - and likely the entire compound - went out. The music also cut out and you were left at your desk with heavy breaths.

"Just another damn day with a blackout." You muttered in a false cheery tone. "Ha, ha, ha. Fuck my life."

You let out a hollow sigh and turned your wrist to check the time on your watch. It was late.

"FRIDAY." You said, tapping the watch a few times. "How long until I get the lights back?"

"Without a manual reset the compound system should be restored naturally within the hour." She replied.

"No chance it could be sooner?"

"I could do it myself. With your security walls in mind, it should take ten minutes."

"Please do. I kinda need my WiFi."

"Forgive me, miss, but is that your main concern?"

"Damn right it is. How else am I gonna listen to my tunes? Or watch The Walking Dead? I need to know what's happening with everyone now that the Governor's gone and ruined the prison."

"Don't you think the food should be a priority?"

"Oh. Oh, yeah, probably. Can't have it going off again."

-

Since those like moi are constantly inventing and creating new things, we have the very real power to change the world.

People used to say that the future would create robots. They used to say that robots would be the product of humanity, that we could bring an entire new species to life.

-

"Ten minutes, miss." FRIDAY said. "It's in your best interests to sleep. You've been awake for twenty-six hours. It's not very healthy."

You raised a brow and spoke sarcastically. "Thanks, Dad."

Instead of taking the helpful advice, you surveyed your cluttered desk for a flashlight. After finding it and twisting the top, light filled the room. You pointed it towards a second workbench.

Ultron.

Not only was he the prototype of perhaps the smartest AI anyone had ever seen, but you may or may not have used the Iron Legion designs from your dad to create Ultron's image. After all, he was intended to be for Tony anyway. To help him.

You approached the bench and set the flashlight down so that it illuminated the area properly before standing directly in front of Ultron. With a reminiscent smile, you placed your hand on his chest and closed your eyes as the cool material reacted against your skin.

"How long has it been, buddy?" You asked in a quiet mumble. "Two years now? Something like that. All those systems and codes and trying to synthesize the right material took it out of me, you know? You've always been my favorite project. I'm not gonna give up. You'll be amazing one day. You are gonna have the world in awe."

Your smile dropped a little.

"I want the world to think they need you. The thing is..."

-

Humans have always wanted robots to assist them.

The aim is specialized workers, the key ones. Doctors, nurses, teachers, those kinds of people.

Anything, really.

-

Ultron - even now - began to flicker in and out of consciousness.

He couldn't move or talk, but he was aware, able to observe. He watched as you - his creator - began to move around the lab as the power flickered back on.

He liked to study your actions. He enjoyed it. You were intriguing.

He watched until a loud telephone line began to ring in the warehouse. Then he listened.

"Incoming call from an encrypted line." FRIDAY - your primary AI - said.

He saw you furrow broth brows. "Can you decrypt it?"

Your voice was familiar to Ultron now. It was like home.

"I'm afraid not, miss." FRIDAY said.

"Alright." You sighed and answered whoever it was. "Look, if this is a scam call, shove it up your ass."

"Charmed, Campbell." Another replied.

Ultron used what capabilities he had to deduce that the voice belonged to Director Nicholas Fury. Your boss.

"Fury?" You questioned.

His tone indicated pain.

"You good? You sound beat." You said.

"Look, we don't have much time. I need you to get Loki's scepter."

"Eh?" You sat up straight, even more confused. "What's going on?"

"SHIELD is compromised."

Your voice faltered. "What?"

Ultron ran more information through his database, deciphering everything in real time.

"It's HYDRA." Fury said. "Agent Sitwell and STRIKE, probably others. Don't trust anyone."

HYDRA...

"How did this happen, Fury?" You asked, panicked.

"It doesn't matter. Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff are being targeted, as am I, and maybe even you. It's the Winter Soldier."

"The Winter who?"

"HYDRA's trained assassin. Look, just get the scepter before they do and wait for my instructions. Remember, don't trust anyone."

The line disconnected.

Ultron watched again as you began to pace and mutter underneath your breath. You cursed and grumbled and seemed annoyed. He wished he could do more, that he had a suitable power source that would enable him to reach out to you.

You finally stopped.

With the power on, you switched off the flashlight on the workbench and tossed it away. You hesitated as you looked up and met Ultron's gaze. You knew what you had to do, but you couldn't ensure his safety. The only way you thought of was to hide him so only you and your dad could find him.

You checked over the lab and went over to the furthest wall. It seemed pretty normal. Standard white paint, a few blueprints and instructions hung up among post-it notes and memorabilia. At least until you hit a certain part of the wall several times and suddenly it all began to shake and withdraw.

A secret compartment was revealed.

You flicked on a light before turning and going back over to Ultron's body. You looked into his eyes one last time before letting out a shaky breath.

"I'm sorry." You told him. "I've gotta keep you safe."

Then you used all of your strength to move his body towards the secret compartment.

-

Bringing something to life is incredible.

You start with nothing but bits and pieces and then somehow you finish with a living and sentient being who can think for itself. Something that is capable of passing the Turing Test. It's insane. It's the game changer.

But it's also risky.

What if these robots we make can surpass humanity? What if they outnumber us and they rule the world. What if they rule us? They will always be more intelligent, everything we wish we could be.

-

You held the door to the compartment aside, the limited light barely peeking through.

"I'll be back." You promised. "When I am, we'll do a test, yeah? We'll see how you manage."

You closed the compartment properly, waiting until you heard it click before backing up. You needed to get to the Triskelion.

Once you left, the time passed quickly.

-

I don't know who first raised the suspicions about robots, but they did.

They started the paranoia. Or maybe they just watched a lot of Terminator and I, Robot and end of the world movies. But seriously? Robots taking over the world? That can't happen. It's bogus.

-

Night had fallen on the warehouse compound.

The lab was abandoned and yet the compartment inside showed itself.

The groan of the wall receding broke the silence and it revealed Ultron, standing alone in the darkness. He seemed to be the only thing inside until a shadow passed over him. It belonged to a man.

"Well, well, well..." The man drawled in a very antagonistic fashion. "What do we have here?"

The man - the one who had reopened the compartment - tilted his head to assess the robotic body. It looked like an android.

"Little Stark has her very own bot, does she?" He murmured, tapping Ultron's chest.

-

God... I hope my robot won't take over the world.

[arcielee]

Let's spread some positivity! Tag some of your fellow content creators here and let them know why they are absolutely amazing!❤️

Okay, so I am relieved because I got two of these anons 💜 This will be some of my HotD favorites and forgive me if anyone slipped my mind. I just love reading the talent that floods my dashboard... and I let this sit in my drafts for fucking weeks because I hated the idea of forgetting someone.

So, just consider this just a few of my favorites, part 1. 😅

Anyway, Read More to save dashboard space!

@sylasthegrim I was obsessed with your work on ao3 and you were so gracious with every inane comment I left on your every chapter, every story posted. Love is a Downfall was one of my first HotD fanfics I read and I was a woman obsessed. Thank you for being so wonderful. 💜

@hamatoanne You are one of my og Tumblr kindred spirits and I have loved every story you have shared with us. Your writing is brilliant and gets better with every new piece you share. You have this brazen fearlessness with your words that I adore, and you are one of the sweetest people I know on this hellsite. 💜

@squirmhoney I just adore you writing style, the palpable tension you create in a one-shot or a series, just the raunchy deliciousness that leaves me clutching my damn pearls. 💜

@lonnson I truly adore your artwork, your writing, and your wit. The gods have truly favored you with your apparent talent (but also us, since you are so kind to share with us your writing and art) and I feel lucky to call you a Tumblr kindred spirit. 💜

@myfandomprompts Your humor has me cackling like a loon. I love your stories, your gifs, your random posts that have me a grinning fool. I love getting glimpses for whatever will come next, just blessing my eyeballs with your brilliance. 💜

@theoneeyedprince I love your prose and your pacing to create a narrative that allows me to just disappear from the real world. Your Aemond is just perfection and you are a gem. 💜

@inthedayswhenlandswerefew Maggie's Suffering Sundays are one of my favorite things. Your story telling has made me into a lifelong fan and I will literally read anything that you create. (Case and point, me in my Ben Hardy era.) 💜

@theromanticegoist Your talent, your prose literally breathes life into me. You have a flow to your words that reads like a dream and every piece posted is my comfort fic. Thank you. 💜

@myfandomprompts Your creations, your stories are some of my favorite. I know your talent is not limited to HotD (thank the gods) but you are just so truly wonderful and it must be said. 💜

@barbieaemond Your creations, from gifs to stories, are some of my favorites on this hellsite. I adore your brilliant brain and everything that comes from it. Your humor and wit have me cackling maniacally and I don't give a damn who hears it. 😂💜

@chattylurker Your reblogs bring me to life and your tags have everything so organized. You are a true gem in this fandom. 💜

Some of my favorite writers include: @aemonds-fire @evermorre @solisarium @sapphire-writes @namelesslosers @hightowhxre @lovelykhaleesiii @fan-goddess @dreamsofoldvalyria@dcmnatio @st-eve-barnes @lauraneedstochill @fairysluna @humanpurposes @farity @jacevelaryonswife @marthawrites @devthlyangels @zae5

Those whose art takes my breath away @cyeco13 @slytherincursebreaker @bluecoffeebeanz @paintb0x @anamiguelmendes @azperja (but their writing is also just as brilliant!)

[lamemaster]

The Tale of Leren and Buthien

Pairing: Rog x GN Reader

Genre: Romance

Summary: The general makes dreams come to life with the play of ink and paper. The catch- the dreams are wet.

AN: No actual smut in a story about a smut writer this is what you call a true lazy ass. I am a proud woman. I mean look at this amazing title.

"What is it this time?" The hall full of elves buzzed with unfathomable tension. It wasn't a blinding gem, a delicate harp, or even a well-forged sword.

Instead, it was nothing more than a couple sheets of paper crudely sewn together.

"Oh my it comes with illustrations," an elleth fanned her flushing face as others around her peaked into the papers. "By Varda," another exclaimed breathing deeply but none looked away.

What was it that left the residents of Gondolin, millennia-old elves, gasping like teens undergoing puberty?

"It's the neighbor this time," someone added in an uncanny awe. "A peeking neighbor and a married couple who can't keep their hands off each other." Century-old elders in the room giggled childishly.

"The general never disappoints."

"The true pioneer of Edain must I say," everyone broke out into laughter.

All but one. Rog, the lord of the house of the warth of the hammer. As if glued to his seat, he sat with a tense back as the rest of the room cackled over the saucy novella.

Lord Rog had just been assigned his next assignment.

The general, the source of new weekly entertainment in Gondolin. You came with the host of Hurin and Huor. A warrior known for your might, you were respected, welcomed even by many. However, slighted by your appearance not once did the Gondolians expect you to carry another side with you.

Not until the first of your writings ended up in the hands of a flustered bookkeeper. A writing you proudly presented. Handwritten and bound by you.

Perhaps the bookkeeper had expected a mundane poem or war strategies, even something about the lives of Edain but never had the 658-year-old Ailya expected the raunchiest filth of a story of a night of pleasure shared between a king and their knight.

Let's just say that after a few years of peace and calm your story brought chaos to the streets of Gondolin. In the blink of an eye, every knight in the service possessed a copy of your creation. Even the whispers of your lewd tale were loud enough for the rest of the lords to find out. Some even gossiped about a copy in the king's office...

Surrounded by a babbling Glorfindel and an intrigued Penlod, Rog held it for the first time. Even as he wrapped his hands around the cool paper, written in the clean handwriting of an elven scribe, your original piece was an artifact at this point, Rog felt his fingers tremble with the weight of the mere sheets of paper that carried your words.

The general was an existence whose presence was announced by Ulmo, the Vala of water. Accompanied by Huor and Hurin came their close companion and the leader of their forces, you.

A mere human who challenged the wrath of his hammer with every breath of their existence.

"Did you hear Lord Rog moved his room?" someone whispered in the group huddled by the hearth.

"What? That's so random..."

Looking around they exchanged exasperated looks before continuing "You're as dense as him."

"What do you mean? We're not here decoding our Lord's every move."

The Vanya sighed trying not to beat up his clueless companion."Okay listen, the general wrote a piece about knights and the next day Lord Rog drilled all his knights until the general saw them, then the general wrote about a misfit rebel and the next day Lord was seen wearing an all-black armor with a very mannish braid. And now with the new neighbor piece, he moves into the room that faces the room general lives in."

The room fell silent. Everyone stared at the paper in their hands. Was their lord truly...with the general...

"Do you think our Lord would be able to keep up with the general...he might fade of pleasure," the dark-haired ellon groaned as a metal vase hit him square in the face.

Late at night when the stars in the sky dictate the sleep of men, Rog watches you write away hunched over your desk. A clear view from his window. Unhindered by curtains or your own trinkets lying around.

And when late at night your eyes accidentally seem to meet his, Rog finds himself flinching away from the smirk on your face before you go back to wreaking havoc on the paper.

A week later the streets of Gondolin fill with hustle and excitement. A new volume clutched in every hand.

However, this time around the whispers seem to be shuddering with a different energy. Thrumming with a pulsing tension carried in quivering lips.

To sate his curiosity, Lord of the House of the Wrath of Hammer grabs the volume.

Rushing back to his room, he allows his eyes to gloss over the title.

Hidden behind the curtain, you watch Rog glare holes into the volume clutched in his hands. A warm red settles on his cheeks as his ears twitch with his shaking pupil.

Perhaps the mannish retelling of the Lay of Lethian was not such a bad idea as Ailya had made it to be. Especially given the faces your elf was making reading it.

[celestiall0tus]

Into the Fire - Chapter 6 - Across the Universes

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            Cicada stood in the center of the platform in Betterfly’s base. She glanced around at her friends and allies as they grouped around her. She took a breath before she addressed them.

            “Alright, before we charge in, here’s the plan. Louve, you will lead a small team to search for Hera and join the main team to take on the Supreme.”

            “You got it, girl!” Louve cheered.

            “Thank you. Tigre Rose and Senketsu, you join Louve in searching for Hera.”

            Tigre Rose and Senketsu nodded and joined Louve Grise.

            “Now for the last part. The reinforcements.”

            Bunella raised her hand. “Do you think we could, I dunno, get a different version of each of us? I’d like to see another version of me, if that’s ok.”

            The others murmured and buzzed in agreement.

            Cicada considered. “I suppose one for each of us then? Uh, who wants to be first?”

            Bunella moved, but Chevalier beat her over to Cicada. Cicada nodded and used Arsenal to acquire the power of portal creation. She opened a portal that allowed an Alix dressed in torn shark-themed clothes and roller blades to step out. This Alix flashed them a big, sharp-toothed grin.

            “What’s up, hoes? Megalodon at your service,” Megalodon introduced.

            Chevalier’s eyes lit up. “So cool!”

            “Of course, I am. I’m bad to the fucking bone, bitch. Say, nice blades you got there. Care to race?”

            “Yes! Let’s go!”

            “Chevalier, we don’t-!” Cicada started.

            Chevalier and Megalodon took off and headed out of the base. Cicada sighed and motioned for another person. Bunella hopped towards Cicada as she opened another portal. A moment passed before a pale-skinned Rose stepped through dressed in a fur shawl, corset, leggings, and open-toed, high-heeled boots. Her eyes darted around as she cowered before them.

            Bunella reached out a hand. “It’s ok. We won’t hurt you. What’s your name?”

            The Rose stared at Bunella, then hissed, scaring Bunella. She cackled before she lunged for Bunella.

            “Know me as Dread, little bunny. Run in fear. It makes this so much more fun.”

            Bunella yelped and retreated to White Mouse’s side where Dread joined her. Cicada watched Dread torment Bunella as Ladybug joined her.

            “But there’s already us,” Cicada said.

            “I know, but I would like to see others of us. Wouldn’t you?”

            Cicada slowly nodded and opened another portal. It flickered and grew to twice its size as a giant Marinette with golden skin, an extra set of arms, bee wings, and a massive bee-themed gown stepped out. Ladybug and Cicada gasped and jumped back.

            “Who are you?” Cicada asked.

            “Call me Bumblebee. It’s what my little hero name is. I suppose it works for this form, for now. Pleasure to see more mes.”

            Bumblebee moved and sat behind Cicada as she scooped up Cicada and Ladybug.

            “Uh, what are you doing?” Ladybug asked.

            “That’s not your concern little bees.”

            “Right, uh, who’s next?” Cicada asked.

            White Mouse stepped out along with Senketsu. Cicada opened a pair of portals. An older Juleka stepped out of the first with teal dyed tips instead of purple, teal eyes, and wore a dress decorated with rotted, decaying bones. A Kagami stepped out of the other portal with rosy pink skin with patches of dragon scales, long flowing ombre pink, red, and cream hair, draconic eyes, and wore a sloppily tied red robe with black bindings around her chest, gloves, short shorts, and boots.

            White Mouse squealed. “Oh. My. God! Look at me! Look at you.”

            The Snake Juleka smiled. “Look at you, little mouse. You are adorable.”

            “What’s your name?”

            “What? Don’t tell me you don’t know our name.”

            “No. Like, hero name.”

            “Hero name? Why would I need that?”

            “Don’t you care about your identity?”

            Snake Juleka raised a brow, then laughed. “Your universes are strange. That or mine is. Whichever, right? Well, if you need a name, call me Naga. Why? You’ll see soon.”

            White Mouse and Naga joined the others. Naga locked eyes with Viperion and hissed at him. He smiled and waved, but Naga kicked him away. Cicada flinched and looked at the Kagamis. Senketsu and Dragon Kagami circled each other, then nodded.

            “Senketsu.”

            “Delyphne.”

            The pair grunted and moved to stand with Louve Grise. Tigre Rose trotted out while Viperion joined after recovering from Naga’s attack. Tigre Rose glared at Viperion while Cicada opened new portals. A Ladybug Adrien stopped out of the first in a biker-themed hero suit.

            “Mister Bug?” Cicada and Tigre Rose asked.

            “Close. I’m Lord Bug! Has a nice ring, no? And it matches with my Lady Noire,” Lord Bug gushed.

            Cicada and Tigre Rose’s jaws dropped. Bumblebee squealed, dropped Ladybug and Cicada, and scooped up Lord Bug.

            “You are adorable! And devotion rolls off you in waves!”

            Lord Bug’s eyes widened. “Can I get a picture of you? I want to show my Lady. She’ll absolutely love your dress cause I know I do.”

            “Oh, what a charmer. Just like my Adrien. Honestly, Luka could learn a thing or two from the two of you.”

            “Excuse me?” Viperion, Cicada, and Tigre Rose asked.

            Lord Bug chuckled. “Right? Our Luka is learning. He’s been so stuck in his little shell, until me. Now that he’s also with my Lady, he’s really opening up more. Though Kagami isn’t helping matters much. She’s very, uh, what’s a good word?”

            “Aggressive? Assertive? Stuck in her ways and refusing to give them up, but also fighting against them?” Bumblebee asked.

            “Yeah, those! Though she’s not like that with our Lady or me, just Luka. I don’t understand it, but she’s, uh, trying,” Lord Bug remarked.

            “Excuse me?” Senketsu, Viperion, Cicada, and Tigre Rose asked.

            Louve Grise approached Bumblebee. “Hey, hi. Could I maybe get some details from both of you about this polycule you each have with your versions of Marinette, Adrien, and Kagami?”

            Bumblebee opened her mouth, then shut it when an older Luka stepped out from the remaining portal. He towered over them but didn’t rival Bumblebee in height. Bumblebee, Lord Bug, and Cicada all gawked and stared at this Luka’s long black hair with dyed lime green tips, large, toned muscles, and glittering, golden eyes. He wore a brown corset decorated with twin black snakes, a black cape lined with a fur trim that hung off his shoulders, black gloves, pants, twin brown belts with a golden cat buckle, and knee-high adventurer boots.

            “Hail, adventurers! I’m Luka Couffaine, Scion of the Snake and Black Cat. Allow me to extend my gratitude for inviting me to this party.”

            Viperion gawked at Scion Luka, Bumblebee and Cicada blushed as they stared, and Lord Bug took his phone out of his yo-yo and took a picture of Scion Luka. Bumblebee snapped out of it and looked at Lord Bug’s phone.

            “Send those to me. I want to show my Luka too.”

            “Can I? I mean, we are from different universes?” Lord Bug remarked.

            “Crap, you’re right. Dammit! I want those pictures.”

            “Well, maybe Tikki has a solution.”

            Bumblebee panicked. “No! No, no, no. There’s no need to include Creation in this. It’ll be fine.”

            “But-,” Lord Bug started.

            “I’m sure I can come up with a solution, but it’ll have to be later,” Cicada said.

            “Good. I want to stay in contact with a few of you, especially this precious little bug,” Bumblebee said as she nuzzled Lord Bug.

            “Right. So, uh, me, do you have a unique name to call you by? It’d be a little strange to call you Luka,” Viperion remarked.

            “Let’s see, my Juleka, bless her little frustrating heart, often refers to me as either pestilence or plague. I know she’s insulting me, but it means I’m doing my job right.”

            “So, how about Plague?”

            Plague grinned and clapped Viperion on the back, sending him into the floor. “Wonderful idea, little me!”

            Viperion groaned and gave a thumbs up. Plague snorted, threw Viperion over his shoulder and stood near White Mouse and Naga. White Mouse smiled sweetly while Naga hissed and flipped off Plague. Plague bristled and growled at Naga. Everyone eyed then and backed away. White Mouse grabbed Viperion and moved away.

            “Oh great. Another Juleka with an attitude problem.”

            “Oh, wonderful, another Luka with his head so far up his own ass he can’t see past himself and his growing collection of whores to sate his endless desire just like our worthless, whoreson, wash up hazbin of a father. Why don’t you crawl back through that portal of yours back to your little harems and leave this to the real heroes?”

            Plague snarled. “How dare you? I am no mere tasteless whore seeking their next night of empty pleasure. I am a warrior, a protector, and a guardian. You will show the proper respect to someone that keeps you safe from yourself and your fruitless pursuits.”

            “You are nothing, along with every other version of Luka out there. You are worth nothing more than the dirt under my boot you loud, pompous, egotistical, arrogant, blowhard of a meathead version of my whore brother!”

            Plague raged and lunged at Naga. Naga transformed into a Naga and dodged Plague’s attack. Cicada panicked and opened a pair of portals. Out stepped a pale-skinned Mylene with empty, soulless eyes, dark hair with strands of burgundy held back by a laurel crown, and wore a Grecian burgundy and black ombre dress. An older Alya stepped through the other as Rena Rouge, but dressed in baggy pants legs and sleeves, with a form-fitting romper, stockings, and gloves with the skin exposed on her thighs, sides of her torso, and under her arms.

            “Please, help if you can!” Cicada begged.

            “Oh, did you need help with them? Why didn’t you say so?” Bumblebee asked.

            “What’s going-?” Rena started.

            Bumblebee turned to Naga and Plague. “Cease your fighting now.”

            The command resonated in Naga and Plague as they stopped fighting. Bumblebee smiled and scooped up Plague, holding him with Lord Bug. She and Lord Bug shared a look and smile, then looked at Plague. Rena smirked as she looked at Bumblebee.

            “You’re a Marinette, aren’t you?” Rena asked.

            “How’d you know?”

            “I’ve seen that face before whenever I ask mine about her Luka. Her and Longg often have that look when talking about the rock star, or about Marinette and the rock star.”

            “Oh, c’mon! Is there any universe where Marinette isn’t with Luka?” Tigre Rose yelled.

            “Yes,” Delpyhne said.

            “Really? Is she with me?”

            “No. Me. You ended up with a fuckboy.”

            Naga laughed. “A fuckboy, eh? Is it another Luka?

            “Listen here you, we aren’t-!” Plague started.

            “Yes,” Delphyne said.

            “Ha! Looks like he is in every universe, meathead! What about you two newbies?” Naga asked Rena and Bat Mylene.

            “Nah, not in mine. He’s a flirt, sure, but his eyes and heart are with his bewitching knight in golden armor,” Rena said.

            “The one I know isn’t a whore, but he is a bitch,” Bat Mylene whispered.

            “Hey! He is not! And what are you doing here anyway, Dread Queen?” Lord Bug demanded.

            “I came to help. You all have been running circles trying to find me. I’ve no fear you’ll find your stolen miraculouses. Besides, I’ll happily help in the liberation of the oppressed.”

            “Then give back the miraculous you stole so we can stop my father!”

            “Don’t worry, I’ll be coming for his miraculous soon enough. Once I find him, I’ll finish what you guys started.”

            Dread Queen flipped off Lord Bug and stood with Drakon. Drakon gave a nervous smile and wave, but Dread Queen ignored her.

            “Let’s finish this up and get going before more fights break out,” Faerie said.

            “Yes, please. Let’s just get one for Faerie and me, and-,” Betterfly started.

            “We aren’t pulling any others of you with us, Betterfly. Cicada, pull forth an Emilie and me, then let’s get going.”

            Cicada nodded and opened two more portals. An Emilie stepped out of the first with golden skin, sharp black nails, multicolored fairy wings, and a pair of sashes that loosely covered her breasts and vulva.

            Everyone blushed and looked away. Tigre Rose, Lord Bug, and Paw Noir shielded their eyes and turned away. Delphyne stepped forward and bowed her head.

            “Echidna, welcome to the fight.”

            “Thank you, Delphyne. Before I help, I want-.”

            Delphyne turned and pointed to Tigre Rose, Paw Noir, and Lord Bug. “Them.”

            Echidna nodded and flew over to Paw Noir. He cautiously turned and immediately met her eyes. Her eyes misted over as she broke down in happy sobs.

            “Look at you. So healthy, so happy. Oh, my baby boy.”

            Paw Noir’s eyes lit up as Echidna kissed his cheeks and forehead, then hugged him, before she flew up to Lord Bug. She reached out to him as a Nathalie stepped out of the portal covered in Akumas with lilac skin, dark purple fairy wings, and wore deep purple stockings, gloves, boots, and leotard accented with magenta lines with a sheer ballgown skirt.

            Everyone panicked at the sight of the Akumas save for Naga, Echidna, Delphyne, and Plague. Lord Bug and Ladybug stood ready to fight. Bumblebee held out a hand as the dark Butterfly Nathalie raised her cane.

            “Obey and fall on your knees,” Bumblebee commanded.

            Dark Butterfly Nathalie grunted as she tried to resist but fell to her knees.

            “Speak your name.”

            “Papillon.”

            “Speak your purpose.”

            “To have a little fun and relax before I welcome my Ladybug… and punish her for making me wait so long.”

            Faerie gawked at Papillon in horror. Betterfly reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. She mouthed “I’m sorry,” to him.

            Bumblebee huffed. A golden thread extended from her and ensnared Papillon. “You are devoted to me now. You will carry out my will and order without question or fail. You will aid us in liberating this realm. You will not harm any of my allies. You will only be allowed to harm those I deem my enemy. Speak that you understand my orders.”

            “I… do.”

            Bumblebee relaxed and nodded to Cicada.

            “Thank you. Alright, the plan is simple. Tigre Rose, Lord Bug, Senketsu, Delphyne, Louve Grise, and Rena will find Hera. Everyone else, we’ll be going after the Supreme. Let’s show him what it means to mess with power he could never understand or hope to control.”

            Everyone muttered in agreement. Bunella used her powers to call back Chevalier and Megalodon, who returned within moments of the message. Cicada took a breath and opened a final portal.

            “Let’s fuck them up!”

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Everything Ends: Part 8

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A/N: OKAY I finally got it to work, it took many drafts, many restarts and way more patience than I have but hopefully if you're seeing this it means Tumblr finally let me upload the next part! Enjoy!

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"Aw come on, you won't let me with you again?" Donnie whined, it wasn't something he often found himself doing, but these were different circumstances. Leo heaved a hefty rucksack over his shoulder, the metal of the arm easily taking the brunt weight. 

The leader in blue sighed, pinching the skin between his eyes, "I've already told you, D. We need you to stay here and protect the base, watch over the injured and make more tech. I know you want to fight but you're too important to our cause."

"But I can help, even remotely! Shelldon V.27 would be a simple addition to your pla-" 

"Donnie." Leo called out, cutting the soft-shell turtle off. His thick stare halted Donnie, he knew the glance, knew the body language well enough; he wasn't going anywhere. Donnie released a sigh, slumping back against his wheelie chair, "Fine..." he mumbled out. Leo smiled, although it didn't meet his eyes, "Thank you, I promise it'll be worth it."

"Yeah, yeah." the genius huffed, turning away from his brother to face his tattered creations. He was still trying to rework his battle shell, but with limited parts, the dream was useless, "Just don't lose another arm, I don't have enough parts to build you another one."

"Gee, thanks, Don." Leo laughed out, walking to the entrance of the room. He turned his head to face his brother, even if he could only see his cloaked shell, "Don't do anything stupid until I get back."

"How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you." he mindlessly finished the quote, a small smile hidden in the shadows. The moment Leo left the room, Donnie cast a sneaky glance over his shoulder to check the coast was clear before he sprung from his seat and frolicked around his minimal lab. 

"Oh to be free once more, I am but a prince trapped in a tower waiting for someone to come and rescue me!" he moaned out, leaning against his desk with a hand to his forehead; he was always one for dramatics. 

His whimsical dreams soon took a turn for the worst, however.

A blaring red light painted the walls of his modest lab, a small beeping sound came from his cracked laptop while loud explosions could be heard in the distance. Donnie's eyes widened, he quickly found himself flipping over the table to keep track of what was happening. 

"Noooo, no, no, no, no, no!" he gargled out unexpectedly, one by one the cameras he had littered around their base were failing, tuning to static. The sounds were getting louder and louder, the ground and walls would shake with each hit. Something was coming and it wasn't going to be pretty. 

Donnie lept from his chair to a small draw on the opposite end of the room, within said draw was a short metal stump but when pressed extended into his glorious tech bo. Over the years the tech-wiz had time to perfect his craft, even coming up with his own logo which he branded on everything.

"Gah, my battle shell!" he cried out, feeling the ground moving below him. But before he could make it to his one form of protection, an explosion blew the wall against him, wrapping him in concrete and metal piping. Once the dust faded, all Donnie could hear was laughter and screams.

The base had been infiltrated, massacred, demolished. Luckily most members of the resistance were with Leo, only the injured and weak were left behind. Before Donnie could sit on the thought that he was left behind because he was weak, a large hand grasped him and heaved him from the wreckage.

"Ahahaa, well if it isn't the purple one." the Kraang sister cackled, Donnie struggled in her grasp, feeling her grip tightening the more he winced in pain. She drew him closer to her face, letting him see the grotesque saliva that coated her teeth, "Where are your pathetic brothers and other freedom fighters? I was hoping to crush the resistance all in one go!"

"Naaagh, well sorry to disappoint, but it's just me." Donatello gritted out through clenched teeth. He wriggled to press a button on his beaten-up tech brace, hearing a small 'beep' sound come from it. Out from the minimalistic wardrobe to their right shot out four metal tentacles which slammed into the Kraang sister, knocking her back a few paces.

Donnie was dropped to the ground, landing on his soft shell, knocking the wind from under him. No matter the amount of pain he was in, he knew he had to get up and call for help, call for Leo. While distracted by his inventions, the Kraang sister shook and growled out as she tried to fight off the scrap metal clawing at her face.

Donnie continued to press buttons on his tech brace, giving a brief "Haha" when all his tech surrounded him like that one scene in Iron Man 3, a small comfort of his when the world wasn't in complete chaos. His bo staff landed in his looming hand, he was smug, maybe it was fake confidence.

With an outstretched arm, Donnie pointed at the Kraang sister on the opposite end of the room, "A long time ago you said my tech couldn't protect me-"

"Huh?" the Kraang sister grumbled, snapping the metallic tentacle bot in half. Donnie released a small chuckle from his lips, his eyes in a heavy glare, "Get ready to eateth thy words!" with that he pushed the button on his tech brace and all at once his tech was sent flying towards the enemy.

Donnie watched in awe, everything he had managed to build from scratch was actually working and not turning evil for once, not that it was ever a problem before, aha.

When his tech began to dwindle, that's when Donnie called in the big guns, "Shelldon!" on the broken table behind the Kraang sister laid a small purple box with gleaming red eyes. Like a Transformer, the creature shifted metal plates and limbs until it stood tall, "At your ready, Donatello!" it cheered out.

"Go get 'em, son!" Donnie whispered, nearly tearing up at his own sentiments. Shelldon sprang onto the back of the Kraang, punching it hard with one fist while tugging on it's skin with the other, "Get off of me you pathetic creature!"

Donnie couldn't take his eyes away from the fight, either from fear or how impressed he was with little Shelldon. But when the Kraang creep grabbed him by the head, Donnie sprung into action, "Get off of my tech!" he yelled, swinging his bo staff and thwacking the Kraang in the side of the face. 

The Kraang sister almost immediately dropped Shelldon, the impact causing some parts to spring off of him; he was of course still in beta. Donnie landed back on the ground with determination in his eyes, he stumbled when he caught sight of Shelldon yet didn't show hesitation with his next actions.

He took a running start, charging at the Kraang then using his mystic abilities as best as he could to form a huge mallet. It had been a while since Donnie had been in a fight, even longer since he had to use his ninpo energy; he was a little rusty and couldn't hold it as long anymore. 

"THIS IS FOR RAPH!" he screamed out, bringing the mallet down against the Kraang...but it didn't work. Just in the second before it could penetrate alien skin, the Kraang had grabbed Donnie by the face. She flung him to the ground, not giving him an ounce of chance at standing back up. She pressed a hard foot against his plastron, pushing down until she heard a cracking sound please her ears. 

Before she could be fully satisfied with the death of another turtle scum, Shelldon bounced back and grabbed at her, yanking her in a feeble attempt to free his injured master. Donnie watched on, eyes barely open and head feeling numb. But he saw his creation, his tech...his son, fighting.

The Kraang had clearly had enough of this, only coming here for a simple mission and while the hunting and fighting were fun little games to her, she wanted to complete her mission. Grabbing Shelldon in a much similar vein to Donnie, she yanked Shelldon's head clean of his body. Circuitry and oil leaked out of the joints, the body going rigid in her hands. She dropped it to the ground with a rather loud 'clank' and then set her beady eyes back onto Donatello.

"Now, where were we?"

Leo sat with his arms wrapped around his torso, near enough shaking at the horrific retellings of his brothers' passings. Casey was still a grave distance away from him, equally just as distraught, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."

"No," Leo spoke out, voice quivering, "Y-you did the right thing, I need to know- I want to know. Please, continue." Casey gave Leo a side-eye, unsure whether this was healthy or not, but nevertheless, he continued like clockwork.

"Michelangelo was a skilled and talented sorcerer, he could use the mystic arts like no other being. He fought all around the world, through space and time. Sadly, the greatest thing he could do, the thing that helps people, would weaken him with each use. The more he used his power, the more it drained him, made him old."

Casey released a meek chuckle, "The dude looked 80 instead of someone in their late 30s." Leo wanted to laugh, wanted to lift the heavy atmosphere that settled around the duo, but he just couldn't; not with this topic.

"I'll take everything I have." Mikey's voice drowned Casey's head, causing the boy to whimper.

"He helped me get here, he sacrificed himself to save the future. Just like Master Leonardo, and I can't fail him, fail both of them." Casey flicked his head to the ground, his voice fading out. He knew he had already failed them though, he's been having to carry this fear with him everywhere he went and now finally it had happened.

The Kraang were invading, the world was coming to an end, and he couldn't do anything to stop it. Casey looked towards Leo again, he felt anger; why couldn't this be his master? The one he had grown up with his entire life? Instead, he gets this guy who's clearly in the funk and refusing to see what really matters; his family.

"I wish (Y/N) were here, they'd get you to snap out of it." Casey mumbled under bated breath, thinking it was out of earshot. But Leo's head flicked up, eyes widening, "Look, I know I'm not the Leo you knew in the future, and maybe I never will be." he began.

He started his slow ascend to help Casey pull the rocks away, though the teen still refused to give him eye contact. But Leo continued, he was going to make this right, "This whole time I was sure my family needed me, but the truth is I need them." A bright light blasted through the darkness, incasing both their faces with warmth. Casey and Leo began to dig quicker, but it still wasn't enough. 

Leo placed a hand on Casey's arm, stopping him as he gave him a hopeful smile and apologetic eyes, "If we're gonna survive this, we have to do it together." he finished. Future boy nodded back, silently agreeing with a smile of his own and a sniff of his nose. On three the two began working together, pulling the rocks back with more force until the hole crumbled and the duo were free.

Casey slapped a hand on Leo's shell, congratulating him, "I knew you could do it." Leo nudged Casey's shoulder with his own, "I just needed someone to knock some sense into me, thank you."

Casey went quiet for a moment, looking away, "I, erm, sorry about what I said back there. I was just angry and scared, I shouldn't have brought that stuff up."

"Hey," Leo pleaded, forcing Casey to look at him, offering the teen a warm smile, "Don't feel bad, I needed to hear it. And I promise the future won't end up like that, scout's honour!" he crossed his fingers along his chest, right where his heart would be.

Before Leo could walk off Casey stopped him, a hand outstretched, "I- I didn't-" he stuttered, feeling his eyes blur, "I didn't tell you about (Y/N)." Leo's expression hardened for only a second, his smooth grin forming back on his lips, "Don't bother, it's never gonna happen. Not on my watch.

"No offence, but with your current track record, that doesn't give me much hope."

Leo laughed a little, lolling his head back while he pulled out his katana, "Sometimes hope is the only thing we have." The duo walked along the railways, finally spotting an entrance.

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Thank you @darkmedolie for coming up with this prompt for the 4th day!! ..Even though I got a little creative lol. Either way, here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

Snatcher x Reader - The... Purple Guy?

A variety of decorations were scattered about Subcon, hanging with the nooses in the trees, plastered on fences, and stuck into the ground. The atmosphere in Subcon was thick with an otherworldly energy, a blend of mystery and ancient power that seemed to emanate from every carefully placed decoration. If an alien stumbled across the forest, they’d likely think some kind of ritual is happening. 

Two little minions sat by a pumpkin, one carving out a triangle eye with a scarily large knife. 

“Are you ready for Halloween, John?” The minion with the knife said almost teasingly, “I bet you don’t even have a costume for tonight!”

“I do!” John pouted, crossing his arms. “I do, Vick. I have a costume.”

“Oh yeah?” He popped out the triangle piece from the pumpkin, tossing it to the side. “Then what’re you gunna dress as? A princess?”

“I’m going as a demon.” John eyed him. 

Vick let out a mischievous cackle. "A demon, huh? Well, that's a step up from a princess, I'll give you that!"

John scowled playfully. "It's going to be a really scary demon, you'll see. With big, gnarly horns and everything! You’ll see!"

Vick's eyes gleamed with amusement. "I'd love to see that… buuut ya better not chicken out and wear a bedsheet with eyeholes like last year, though. We look like ghosts already!"

“We are ghosts.”

“Are we?” He looked down at himself with a snort. “I don’t feel too ghostly.”

…

They both burst into giggles, the sounds echoing through the magical forest. Around them, the decorations seemed to pulse with life, responding to the minions' laughter.

Vick released a pleased sigh, standing back and observing his creation. “Alllright… I think I’m done carving into this thing. We just need to put a light in it.”

“It’s not the worst pumpkin you’ve ever done,” John hummed, inspecting it closely. 

“It’s based on a guy from a true story,” Vick began in a low tone. “He turned purple, and before he knew it, his body began to melt and morph– and he turned into a monster! The purple guy!”

“Is that why it’s ugly?”

Vick made a loud “hmph!” sound. “You’re just jealous!”

“I am most certainly not,” he laughed. 

The banter between John and Vick filled the air, their attention solely focused on the conversation. So, when a gloopy, shadowy figure came up to them, it was too late.

“So, I think that…” Vick trailed off, noticing John’s expression. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Th-There’s… There… There’s a…”

“There’s a what?” Vick pouted.

“Purple guy!”

Vick… blinked slowly, thinking that he was talking about the King of the forest or someone else– before screaming when a wet, gloopy hand landed on his shoulder. He darted away, running down the gravel path with John. 

“I-I didn’t think the purple guy was real!” Vick cried out.

“I didn’t think so eitheeer!”

Snatcher shot up from the ground, appearing quickly. He must’ve heard them scream. “Who’s real?” 

John sniffled, pointing down the path. “Th-The purple guuuy…”

Snatcher seemed very confused, squinting down the path before his expression fell. For whatever reason, he called out your name. “Why are you covered in… goo?”

After a long pause, a whine came from the goopy person. “I fell into the lake…”

Snatcher couldn’t help but snort. “You did? You fool.”

“Wait…” John paused. “So… it’s not the purple guy…?”

The Subcon King reached down to pat both of their heads as you waddled up to them. “It’s nobody that’ll hurt you two.” He straightened his posture when you stopped in front of them. “How’d you fall into the lake?”

“...Part of my costume came off and I tried to get it,” you mumbled meekly, seeming embarrassed. Now that you were a lot closer, it was obvious that you were, well, not the purple guy.

Snatcher hummed thoughtfully. “Is that so? Hmm…” He flicked his wrist, and the goo disappeared off of you. However, one thing was very much noticeable; you were wearing a costume that was just a liiittle short. It was one of those ‘sexy’ versions of the typical Halloween costumes. 

“I, um.” You seemed even more embarrassed. “I wanted to surprise you with a costume I found.”

“...Well. I can’t say that I’m NOT surprised right now.”

You covered your face, very much mortified. “C-Can we just go back to the tree-home?”

“Why? I thought you wanted to surprise me?” He was definitely fucking with you. “Can’t you stay out in the open a bit more?” You gave him such a sad look, and he relented with a laugh. “Oh, you’re so cute.” 

“...You think I’m cute?”

The end of his tail flicked across the ground. “W-Well, yes! Your outfit is supposed to be cute, right? You’re not scary, so y-you’re… cute!”

John and Vick glanced between you and Snatcher, an odd look on their faces. They eventually looked at each other, giving a certain look that conveyed; ‘is this really happening right now?’

Meanwhile, you stood there, your cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. “Snaaatcher,” you groaned. “Pleeease…”

“Fine, fine,” he mumbled, pressing a hand to your back. “Let’s head to my place, dear…”

You and him walked off down the path, with you giving John and Vick a meek wave before walking quickly beside snatcher.

…After a pause, Vick pouted. “Man. Our King has it so bad for them.”

For once, John agreed. “Yeah…”

They both stood there for a moment, mulling over the unexpected turn of events.

"...Guess love knows no bounds, not even for the Subcon King," Vick mused with a grin.

John couldn’t help but chuckle. "Well, it's certainly a surprise that he’d act like that towards ‘em. But hey, if they’re both happy, who are we to judge?"

With that, they turned back to the pumpkin, walking down the path together. The night continued on, filled with laughter, chatter, aaand the occasional pleasurable scream coming from the tree Snatcher lived in. Nobody dared to come close to the tree for the rest of Halloween.

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Stop, drop and make a snow angel

"Wait!" Your arm shot out, eyes wide. The rogue looked taken aback by your urgency. You let him go and leaned back with a smile, falling to the ground and kicking moving your arms and legs in a star motion.

The Riddler: "What are you-!? How old are you!?" He snapped. "Oh come on, you old fart! Can't your big brain figure it out!?" The Riddler gasped in response, offended. "I am not old! Never call me any of that again! It is demeaning and all because you want to act like a child!" "Means I'll outlive you." You shot back. "By the time your fifty you'll be mentally eighty three and the buzzkill no one wants around." You replied before getting up with a satisfied grin. "Now that's a work or art right there." You smiled down at your creation. "It's mediocre and dumb now, let's go!" He grabbed your hand and dragged you away.

Black Mask: You didn't see his eyes shift behind his mask. Suddenly, he kicked a clump of snow onto you. You screeched. "Hey!" He cackled. "Did you ruin my angel!?" You sat up. Roman shrugged. "I'm gonna step on it." He said. "No, you're not!" You cried back. "I'm gonna step on it. The second you get up. I'm stepping on it." He said flatly with a slow nod. "Roman!" "(Y/N)." "Roman, don't step on my angel!" "Fine." He rolled his eyes. You stood up and just as you were about to admire your handiwork, Roman kicked it. "Roman!" You whined. "Wait." Roman tilted his head at it. Then he stepped on it. "There. Looks shit. Let's go."

Two-Face: He stared down at you momentarily before speaking. "You complain you're cold on the way back and we're gonna kick your ass." Harv' said flatly. "Come on, it's Christmas!" "Come on, we're adults." Harvey countered. "Two-Face...!" You whined. "Don't give me those big eyes." Harvey retorted. You pouted. "Stop pouting at us too." Harv added.

Scarecrow: "I wanted to expect more for you. Although I knew how futile that would be." He said flatly. "Let me have my fun! You can do this yourself." "I'm thirty three." He replied. "So? Wait, does this look good? I didn't prepare for this and I'm very very cold." Jonathan sighed. "Yes. You did well." He reached out a hand. "Now come on. We have places to be." You hummed. "Fine. Fine." You took his hand as he pulled you back up to a stand.

Ragdoll: "Oh! Oh! Let me do a swirl!" He quickly followed you. His arms and legs starfishing. He brought his lands and legs up around his head and straightening back down. He hummed before bending his legs over his shoulder and shovelling his snow further creating a much more rounded circle. Moving into a crab formation, he stretched out an arm and a leg outside of the circle. Showing his strength he pushed his weight onto those two limbs and moving out of the circle completely. He winked at you with a mischevious grin.