#im so tempted to draw him in a black leather jacket and me in a poodle skirt

[frecklystars]

nightmares have rendered me unable to sleep once again so i've been dancing in my room to Elvis music pretending K is dancing w/ me for the past 45 minutes. I think it'd be his way of trying to make me feel better. he isn't very experienced with comforting others but he hears me gasp awake, hears me crying. he knows the drill by now. he immediately gets up. takes my hands and pulls me out of bed. asks me if i want to talk about it, and if i don't, he turns on some music and swirls us around. he mimics elvis' voice while singing to the songs, knowing it'll make me laugh. when i finally do, he's smiling, saying very gently "there you are, sweetheart... there's my girl"

[emeritus-fuckers]

grahhh now i rlly am tempted to know which papa you would match me up with!!

im a femme leaning non-binary person who goes by they/he, i just identify as queer. physical appearance wise: im 5'6, curvy n chubby (which im definitely insecure about unfortunately). i definitely look like like i listen to metal and rock exclusively, i have a wolf cut with neon green face framing highlights, (basically just think bright green 'e girl' hair) while the rest of my hair is dark brown. i usually wear glasses as i am as blind as a bat!

i dress mostly grunge, aka band shirts, baggy jeans, leather jackets and whatever cute tops i can scrounge up at thrift stores; ive been told that i look intimidating to talk to lmao. my makeup i wear is, of course, also dark and heavy. i just realized as im writing this that i basically entirely based my style off of Nancy from The Craft LMAOOO, yeah just imagine her but a bit more curve + strips of green hair.

im 19 and currently studying biomedical sciences at uni, in my free time i love drawing and playing video games like elden ring, i also love a good horror or sci-fi flick!! if this wasnt obvious already, i love metal and rock, ghost (duh), type o negative and nine inch nails are my fav bands ever. im generally pretty extroverted but i can definitely enjoy some alone-time if i get overwhelmed, as i am on the spectrum and can go non-verbal at times. i love talking to people, my friends all basically use me as their shield whenever we're in crowded social situations where human interaction is immanent, as im pretty much the tallest and most intimidating looking given how i dress and carry myself.

id consider myself pretty funny and gentle, id literally die for my friends; if youre close to me, i basically treat you as family. given that i am a ghost and metal fan i of course, have daddy issues. womp womp. despite all that id consider myself an extremely positive person and im the mom of the group, always there if you need someone to talk to or if you need a problem resolved. wow this is a lot, thanks if you even read it!!

This post is a part of Match-up Event. The Event ended on July 15th.

Your match is Primo

He's really good at building your confidence. He'll always tell you how beautiful and amazing you are.

While he puts his paints on in the morning you often join him to put your makeup on.

You help each other out, he's an expert at applying black paint or eyeliner incredibly neatly. He struggles more now he's older but still its impressive.

He's very interested in your degree, although it's not his area of expertise he finds it fascinating.

He loves it when you draw outside and keep him company while he gardens. He'll sometimes grow plants into fun shapes or beautiful patterns for you to draw.

He's happy to read while you play video games, content in your company.

He'll sometimes join in and he's much better than you'd expect. After all he used to play with Terzo and Secondo when they were younger.

He apprecaites greatly the fact he can talk to you if he needs.

He's also there for you, you can talk to him anytime whenever about whatever, he's a very good listener.

He can tell when you are getting overwhelmed and he makes sure to take you somewhere calmer. If you want to be alone he'll leave you be, he'll normally just go in the next room so he's around if you need.

Or he's out in the garden and you know exactly where to find him. He'll have a fresh pot of tea brewed like he knew you'd be ready to come out at that exact time.

~

Written by Nyx.

[kaunis-sielu]

After Midnight

Thanks to @our-marvel-universe I combined your ideas hope that’s okay!

It’s the crash that wakes you. It’s dark in the apartment and Steve isn’t supposed to be home from his and Bucky’s check ins with the other branches on the west coast. You grab the gun that Steve had hidden for you under the top of your nightstand and slide it under your pillow. The safest thing for you to do is to pretend you’re asleep, if they’re just here to rob you anyway, if they touch you they’re going to be in for a surprise.

To your horror you hear the person open your bedroom door, you do your best to keep your breathing slow and even, your body relaxed but your heart is racing. The steps are slow and even as they come toward you, you’re surprised that your heart isn’t beating out of your chest it’s thumping so hard.

The hand is gentle as it smooths your hair away from your face. You move swiftly, pointing the gun at them before your eyes are even open.

“Please tell me that the safety is on.” His voice is rough with exhaustion but you’d know that voice anywhere.

“Steve.” You breathe placing the gun on your nightstand and looping an arm around his neck not moving from your laying position. He lets out a soft sigh of a breath and you let go and click on your lamp. He’s got a black eye, a cut on his lip and from the way he’s holding himself you know those aren’t his only injuries.

“Hi baby.”

“How bad?”

“What?”

“Steve, I can see your face and I can see how you’re holding yourself. How bad are your injuries?”

“Cracked rib or two. Nothin’ too bad baby.”

“What happened?”

“Hydra ambush. Buck and I stopped to eat and apparently word had gone out that we were in the area alone. It was too tempting for them to just leave us be.”

“Let me see.” You tell him tugging at the hem of his shirt but he catches your hands in his and presses a kiss to each of your fingers.

“I’m okay baby.”

“Steven.” He doesn’t argue with you, instead he leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your lips. You know exactly what he’s doing but the second his lips brush yours you honestly don’t really care.

“Brought you somethin.” He whispers after pulling his lips from yours.

“Other than yourself home safe?” He chuckles softly and nods.

“Yea somethin’ other than that.” He reaches into his pocket and draws something out. “Open your hand.” You do and he places the object into your hand. When he moves his hand you see a necklace with a pretty stone on the chain. “It reminded me of your eyes.” He says and it’s like the words go straight to your heart.

“Oh Steve. It’s beautiful.” You breathe, “put it on for me?” You ask slipping out of the bed you move your hair out of the way and he puts the necklace around your throat. Once he’s done you turn toward him and resting your hands on his shoulders to lift up onto your toes and press a kiss to his lips.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“It won’t distract me,” you tell him taking his hand, “I want to see your side.”

“Baby.”

“Don’t make me call Bucky.” You threaten and he sighs softly before pulling his leather jacket off. He winces slightly and you take it from him then hang it on the back of the door. “Do you need help with your shirt?”

“You just like undressing me.” He flirts and you shoot him a glare. “You don’t mind?”

“Of course not.” You help him slowly peel the shirt off over his head then assess the damage. It’s not the worst you’ve seen him but it’s not good either. “I want you to take a shower, I’ll get you some ice when you’re done and then we can go to bed.”

“You don’t have to wait up.”

“I’ve missed you.” You tell him softly and he nods in understanding.

He takes a quick shower, you get him the biggest ice pack you own, then the two of you crawl into bed. Steve curls protectively around you and you bury your face in his chest.

“I’m so glad you’re home.” You mutter and he presses a kiss to your head before you fall into a content sleep.

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[alkali-is-sleeping]

The Dog Star 2

[cw: some shouting, anger, could be triggering for some]

<previous chapter>

If my little brother — a Death Eater who made Walburga, our mother very proud — had not gotten himself killed at the hands of the Dark Lord, I most likely would not have inherited my family’s home. Twelve Grimmauld Place loomed below us. The House of Black had never been welcoming, but I needed to make this Hari's home; its needed to welcome him.

I revved again as we made our descent, careful to make sure that Hari was still safe as we landed.

But there was a shadowy figure at the door. I wrapped Hari with my jacket, separating his sleepy head from what may lay ahead, panicking at the thought that he may be taken from me, or worse...

I neared cautiously, I daren’t say fearfully, my life had overflown with it for too long and I needed my courage more than ever now. The closer I got, the more I became certain that this was someone I knew, but the pressing fog in my head made it impossible for me to say who until —

Fearful amber eyes turned to me, lowered on the slowish breathing lump in my jacket and glistened under the light of the street lamps and the stars — I was named after the brightest one — and the no longer full moon.

Remus teared up more and more the closer I drew. He reached his hand out, once I was near enough, as if to touch Hari, but retracted it just as quickly, thinking better if it.

I did not want to let go of the baby. He was a lifeline then, keeping my head over water, stopping me from drowning in the grief and the mess and the truth and —

Remus had always been the best at gauging my emotion, my confusion radiating to him perhaps, permeating his ever calm demeanor, telling him that my hands and this baby were, at least for now, surgically attached. He tapped his wand to the door causing it to clunk painfully through the soundless night, and pushed it for us all to get in.

He lit the fire in the drawing room, all the candles and lamps and eventually took to standing in a far corner of the room staring at sleeping Hari, occasionally wiping his eyes with his tatty jumper sleeve.

“W-why didn’t you tell me you weren’t the Secret Keeper?” I started at the sound; it was the first voice I’d heard all night aside from Hari’s cooing and babbling.

I lifted my eyes to Remus’s; red and bloodshot, just like mine probably.

“Forgive me... we didn’t think we could trust you... Voldemort had so much he could have offered you in exchange for...” I gulped. The mistake I had made, it cost my best friend and his wife their lives and I could hardly bring my self to telling Remus.

“I went to Peter’s hiding place,” I continued, “I was supposed to check if he was still ok, but he was gone. No struggle, nothing to suggest he left against his will even... it was my idea to make him Secret Keeper...” I whispered the last bit, tears rolling down my own cheeks, landing on Hari’s little blanket.

Remus hurried next to me, wrapping his arms around me and the baby, his tears mingling with mine.

“No one blames you,Sirius. Peter, well he...”

“Talentless rat,” my voice filled with anger suddenly, burning and smoking just like the Potters’ cottage... “Must have been his proudest moment, selling out his friends and their baby son...” I sobbed drily. “Lily was pregnant again... she and James told me last week, while you were recovering from the moon. They were going to tell you, once you were better and... and...” I trailed off. I didn’t want to stop talking, not when there we’re still so many truths wanting to get out, squirming and rioting in my stomach. I wanted to let them all out, to talk and talk until this was all a distant memory. But Remus’s eyes. His eyes were wide and they had stopped leaking. They were staring at me and for a second — perhaps it was my own paranoid mind, perhaps I imagined the contempt — he did blame me.

I think he was going to say something else before the fire had glowered iridescent green. We both took out our wands and and stood abruptly, Remus in front of me, me covering Hari. Ready for the worst.

A purple wizard’s hat, followed by a great mass of flowing silver-white hair which hid a benevolent old face and then the rest of the purple clad body. Dumbledore.

"I thought I might find you all here." His voice, a seemingly perpetual tone of casual amusement, irked me. My best friends were dead and he had the nerve to stand in my house and tell me, matter-of-factly, he knew he'd find me here? "I'd asked Hagrid earlier tonight to bring young Hari to me," he said, sitting, uninvited, on the nearest armchair. I was shooting daggers at him, but he seemed not to care, looking only between Remus and the baby I held. "But by the time he got there, the baby was gone, taken, the locals told him, by a man in a leather jacket and a flying motorbike... I knew, instantly of course, that his godfather must have taken him to safety."

I shifted my feet uncomfortably and redistributed Hari's weight in my arms. Why was Dumbledore here? What did he want?

I looked at Remus, who was in turn looking at Dumbledore, who was finally looking at me.

"I'm not sorry," i said, chin lifted in the airin defiance, daring him to make me apologise for having gone against his will.

"No one is asking you to be bu--"

"And I am not giving him to you."

My interuption was punished by silence, broken only by a dry cough from Remus. Dumbledore's eyes, bright moonstone, penetrating to the depths of my soul...

"Sirius, from what I gather, as Hari's guardian, you wannt what is best for him. However, you do not seem to have the full measure of things," Dumbledor was now making a dome with his hands, leaning forward on his seat. "I have good reason to believe thathis mother's sacrifice, Lily'sbloodshed for her son, has formed an unpenetrable protection on Hari. This is little understood magic, magic which is the sole reason Hari got away from Voldemort's attack with only a scar."

It was his turn to shoot me daggers; he most likely didnt mean it, but his gaze made me want to run and run. I didn't want to hear about what really happened, I'd seen enough, endured enought, I did not want anymore.

But he did not care, he kept talking, telling me everything, feeding me more and more dark, worm like truths.

"This is why i believe Hari needs to live with his aunt and uncle, blood relations of Lily's." I stared.

"WHAT?!" I bellowed, unable to control the sudden influx of anger bubbling over the surface. Hari woke at the sound, fussing and sqirming. remus made to take him from my grip, but I pushed him away, making him nearly-stumble back,eyes wide.

I rocked the baby slowly, allowing him to ease back to sleep.

Instead, I took to a menacing whisper; "You mean to send him to live with Muggles? People who dont even know him? Did you know Lily never wanted him to meet Petunia and..." I struggled for a name, "Whats-his-face? You want to send him to a place where, perhaps for most of his life, he won't know who he is or where he came from? A-and can't ypu imagine what that'd do to him? That no one will have bothered to tell him about his parents?" I panted as if I had shouted; I said all of that in one angry breath.

"I suppose I'm an easier book to read than I imagined." He was wiping his glasses with the hem of his amethyst robes and, my, did I want to throw stones at him just then, to watch him and his stupid, calm face, shatter into a million pieces, leaving only his delicate, half-moon glasses.

"I'm his godfather. I was the one James and Lily appointed as his guardian if they..." I couldn't say it. Maybe tomorrow could wake up, take some Fire Whiskey down to drink with James as we laugh loudly, like we did in schoool, before the war, laugh about the pathetic dream I'm having...

"Isn't... isn't there some magic in that?" I pleaded, finally defeated perhaps. Dumbledore paced the room twice round, Remus' eyes on him the whole time while i closed mine and imagined James grin, full of laughter and love and... life.

"Perhaps... But more than anything, I think I am to trust the Potters' judgement and their own trust in you, for now. I will decide if this is really a good choice after I have gathered enough information. Until then, you are not to leave this house under any circumstances. Not until I have good reason to believe he will be magically protected from teh Death Eaters out to avenge their fallen Master. And, I am also to understand, given that you are both here, that Peter Pettigrew was the spy the Order had so many whispers about, correct? You are not to search for him either, as I am sure you might be tempted to."

Remus and I just nodded deftly. I could not have cared less about this sentence at Grimmauld Place, though the fleeting urge to go after Peter, to throttle him and rip him limb from limb, did possess me for seconds. But Hari was just so much more important to me, and every second with him was precious, like little glittering pearls gathering in my hands.

"That concludes my bussiness here, and my welcome has been long over stayed, so I shall leave you to it." He Dissaparated.

The next moments all blurred into one,and i cannot say how, by sunrise; the pale greenish orange promisisng a cold, summer's morning, we found ourselves laying in the guest bed, Hari between us, still fast asleep. The both of us staring into space, our pillows damp and salty.

Despite the growing sunlight, Sleep's teder fingers caught up to me...

[A/N: gods this one was long, im sorry it took so long to post, ill try to be faster with chapter 3 (which mind you is longer still than this). i hope dumbledore moral ambiguity shows, dont worry if it doesnt, it really will further on. hope you enjoy and thanx for reading!!]

[niuniente]

Do not be afraid of self-insert; everything you create is self-insert

I wanted to write all creators out there a supportive post about self-insert. This was inspired by an ask which I received some time ago. I got asked if the female lead in FUZZY comic was a self-insert. My reply was that no, but you can’t create anything outside of yourself. Everything you create has your fingerprint on or in it.

There’s absolutely NOTHING wrong with creating characters, stories and worlds from your interests, from your perspective! EVERYTHING is self-insert! Whether you do it intentionally or not, it is self-insert. Sometimes it is a big self-insert creation, sometimes it has only hints of you in it. Nevertheless, you are always present in anything you create; your wishes, fears, experiences, interests, likes, dislikes, personality traits, family life, studies etc. are present.

So, to show just how much self-insert there is in my creations, I made you a small list of both FUZZY and Demon Sanctuary and their characters. This is not a complete list and more will “inserted” as stories progress. Here is what is self-inserted from me to my characters and stories;

FUZZY

- Monster x Human relationship because yes monsters and yes monster romances

Female lead Irene (in the pic) - Irene is a seer working with divination. I am an oracle working with divination and earning partly my living with it - I have worked in business and marketing like Irene - I love blond female leads and am blond myself - Respects all life - Can work with multiple divination tools, but gets visions and messages without them too - Lives alone

Male lead Fuzzy (in the pic) - Loves yogurt, especially starwberry flavored - Friend of tiny birds and kittens - Behaves often like a cat, because I love cats - Draws like I do - Doesn’t like speaking (doesn’t speak in the comic) - Socially anxious and prefers to be with 1-2 persons only - Keeps things to himself but opens up to trustworthy persons only - Doesn’t fit in into his own society/questions it - Gentleman, as I appreciate real gentlemen - Matches with 1920′s-30′s jazz, which is one of my fave music genres - Obviously a demonic monster, as I love monsters - Unintentionally ended up looking like Nightcrawler - Race;Lempo, because Lempo is a Finnish Demonic God of Love and I’m Finnish EXTRA: Fuzzling/Buzzling - Inspired by Nightcrawler’s Bamfs, as they are cute - Also take inspiration from The Critters, which are my fave monsters. Little assholes!

A or R - Japanese-Scottish, as my soul is always at ease in Japan and in Scotland - Inspired by Axel (KH) and Reno (FFVII), both my fave characters - A punk, because punk aesthetic and music = yay! - Uses rifles and bras knuckles for fighting. I love guns. They’re beautiful. Bras knuckles are badass weapons. - Ice-cream enthusiastic, just like me. Makes his own ice creams - Plays dating games with his phone, which is also one of my hobbies - Due his work, knows lots of monster folklore, witchcraft etc. which interest me too. - Good at giving hugs, as hugs are important to me.

Loid - Professional antagonist, as I like antagonists and anti-heros the best - His name Loid is an acronym from Billy Idol, who is extremely important to me - 80′s aesthetic and minimalist interiors, my favorites too - Likes leather jackets; I have too many of them - Has hideous taste in outfits; I usually look the best in “OMG what is this shit!”-outfits - Bi-sexual, as I’m not straight either - His got same piercings as I do on his left ear - Prefers to be left alone and to deal with others as little as possible - hard to befriend with, harder to earn his loyalty; but if you do, he’s got your back - Would he fall in love, he’d be loyal to death - Disrespect him, and he ditches you immediately - Approaches things indirectly - Hates hassle, nonsense and messiness - Lives in a pent house in a metropolis, something I dream about - Magical being, who uses anything physical his body provides for spells, as I find human bodies extremely beautiful (both men and women, trans included!) - Sex is not a taboo for him - Haunted by his past; perhaps more traumatized than he realizes... - Likes sleeping and sleeps a lot - Needs time alone; introvert

Candy - Black woman, because diversity in humans is normal and black women are gorgeous - Probably has a girlfriend, just like my best friend does - Loves heavy music; I used to be an active metalhead - Also uses divination tools like Irene

DEMON SANCTUARY

- As Im a Finn, all monsters and demons are based on Finnish mythology and folklore (excluding Buzzling). All have Finnish names. - Hiisi speaks in Finnish Sign Language as I love sign language and learn words easily

Father Furmann - A priest because religion is one subject which interest me. Would I be a man, perhaps I’d gone and become a priest myself. It was one of the options I considered when I was a teenager. I hang in churches and temples (and cemeteries) whenever I travel. - Rehabilitates demons as exorcism, demons and possessions are again one of my fave subjects I have studied.  - Covered with black and white tattoos as I love black and white tattoos - Has many of my fave tattoo themes on him; flowers on men, Virgin of Guadalupe, archangel Michael, skulls, demons. - Has an Aries sign tattooed on him as it is my sign - Used to do things alone by himself - Wants good for everyone and sees good in places where others might not  - Also goes together with my fave music genre, 1920′s jazz - Can overwork and drain himself, doesn’t always know his boundaries - While his surname is a pun to Fuzzy, it is German origins. I visit Germany regularly and enjoy my stay there.  - First name will be revealed later but it is also related to a concept which interest me. - Undercuts are my fave hair styles

Ilta (Evening in Finnish) / Currently still in progress - Designed after Aries as it is my sign - Has some similarities to Bleach’s Neliel, as I love her design - Has connections to witchhunts, which is my favorite subject in history. I have too many books of witchhunt... - If hurt bloodily, she will have her revenge - Curvy, as I like curvy girls and its my body type, too

Nyrkes / Currently still in progress - Has a human girlfriend because Monster Boyfriends Yay! - Possess a wide knowledge of different religions and philosophies, because those interest me greatly. Please, let’s talk about medieval heresies...! - Named and designed after the Finnish God of Squirrels and Hunting to honor my ancestors’ religion - Reads people and atmosphere like open book, though doesn’t let it show - Mohawks are one of my fave hair styles. - Wears cardigan which is similar to a cardigan my friend used to have - Cares for Eva but places his well-being first; something I had needed to learn (still learning) myself and what I want others to learn, too. Especially in relationships. You matter the most.

Eva - Named after Eve who, by current the Bible version, was tempted by Lucifer; a thing Luciferianists see as a positive thing. Also a concept which interests me greatly. - Is mistaken for something sweet and innocent, who needs protection against he harsh world. Couldn’t be far from the truth.  - Doesn’t see eye to eye with her father. Keeps many things hidden from him. - Values her freedom. 

SO, BE SELF-INSERT. AS MUCH AS YOU WISH. You can’t help it. 

[theartofdreaming1]

The Taste of Something Stolen, Part 1: Beginning

Pairing: Batcat

Rating: T

Summary: Some people steal kisses. Selina Kyle is a thief by profession, she doesn’t have time for this touchy-feely stuff - if anything, she kisses in order to steal. However, whenever Bruce Wayne gets involved, her current theft usually ends up being a little bit of both.

A short series of loosely connected one-shots :)

It was Friday noon and seventeen-year-old Selina Kyle was observing the coming and goings of the Diamond District, Gotham’s financial district, her green eyes scanning the crowd for a target. So what if she was swiping some business shark’s wallets? They had their more than lucrative jobs to go to every day of their mundane lives - Selina, on the other hand, was going to be put out on the streets as soon as she was turning eighteen (not that the orphanage was a place she was gonna miss, but career opportunities were few and far between for an orphaned troublemaker from the East End - she was just making sure she had a financial cushion to fall back on when ‘Day X’ arrived.)

She had worked out a true and tested procedural method: with her backpack half open, she’d “accidentally” bump into her target (normally some boring middle-aged white man, as most of these suits were), the contents of her backpack would be sent flying across the ground, causing enough of a distraction for Selina to pick the (by now full on swearing) man’s pocket - by the time her target had finished cursing her out, Selina had safely stowed away Angry White Man’s money in her own pocket.

It wasn’t exactly the most fun method, but the satisfaction of a job well done as well as the fruits of her labor made it worth it.

This had been going on quite successfully for a couple of weeks now; so successful in fact, that Selina was getting a little bored if she was being honest with herself. Which is why Selina had decided to switch it up a little today.

Her newest mark was just now exiting Wayne Enterprises, wearing a simple, but very expensive-looking black coat and a brooding expression on his face. He appeared to be around Selina’s age and was already parading around the biggest companies in Gotham (the Rolex on his arm made it more than clear that he was not just some low-paid intern at WE) - the stark contrast between her own situation and Mr. Silver Spoon just affirmed Selina in her choice of a target: In a way, she was just leveling the playing field, if you really thought about it… She was simply… redistributing all that wealth a little among their age group...

As an added bonus, he was actually pretty handsome, something that would make the execution of her exit strategy, should she have to fall back on it, a little more bearable...

After making sure that everything was ready for her little maneuver, Selina shouldered her backpack determinedly and headed for the rich kid; apparently deep in thought, he didn’t seem aware of Selina gravitating closer and closer to him until - WHACK - they collided. Slightly stumbling backwards due to the force of their impact, Selina felt a strong, protective hand gripping her elbow - rich boy was actually making sure she wouldn’t fall (a nice, if superfluous gesture, Selina registered.) The stacks of loose papers and pens Selina had stuffed into her backpack practically exploded all over the ground. Rich boy took a closer look at her although not to see who he was going to yell at, as Selina expected him to, but to determine if she was okay. She must have looked alright to him, as he quickly withdrew his hand from her elbow, shot her a apologetic look and then went on to kneel down to gather her belongings...

Selina quickly dropped to her knees as well, grabbing for the useless notes and pencils scattered everywhere, making sure to keep up appearances.

Rich boy handed her a stack of papers, an apologetic look on his face.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going - did you just steal my wallet right now?”

The befuddled look on his face would have been amusing to Selina if this didn’t mean that she had been caught red-handed.

Before she could make a run for it, rich boy’s hand wrapped itself around her wrist - his grip this time a lot firmer than before.

“Give it back,” rich boy said - no, ordered; it wasn’t that Selina was surprised to find out that rich boy knew how to boss people around, but the authoritative tone in his voice, coupled with that steely look in his gray-blue eyes… it was a little unsettling.

But not enough to have Selina lose her composure; with a nonchalant shrug, she handed over rich boy’s wallet - it was then that she noticed the letters B and W that were engraved in the fine leather and something heavy settled in her chest.

And yet, that still didn’t keep her from getting her claws out instead of keeping her mouth shut:

“It’s not like you can’t afford it.”

Rich boy countered her provocative glare with an intensity she hadn’t been prepared for - it started off as a stern warning, but then turned into something more calculating, scrutinizing; she could feel his blue eyes scan every inch of her, taking note of her threadbare jacket and scuffed shoes.

As suddenly as it had come about, their staring contest ended.

“You’re right,” rich boy agreed calmly, opening his wallet to take out the bills inside - from what Selina could see, she would have assumed them to amount to about $500.

“I’d rather keep my wallet though - it’s a birthday gift,” rich boy told Selina sedately before holding the cash out, for her to take.

Selina just gave him a bewildered look. He was certainly the weirdest person she’d ever met. And his offer may be tempting, but she still had her pride:

“I don’t accept handouts,” she said simply, crossing her arms demonstratively.

Now it was rich boy’s turn to be perplexed.

“You would have just snagged it if I hadn’t noticed in time - but when I give it to you freely, you won’t take it?”

“I’m not just some charity case you can throw your money at, just so that you can feel like the great benefactor,” Selina replied disdainfully, “I’m not interested in money I haven’t earned.”

Rich boy seemed to consider her response earnestly. After a short moment of contemplation, he finally put his money back into his wallet and slipped it back into his coat pocket.

“Fair enough.”

Selina arched an eyebrow. She really couldn’t figure this guy out.

He gave her a shrug, “Well, don’t let me keep you from work.”

His sorry attempt at humor couldn’t conceal the disapproval embedded in his words.

Selina knew that there was no reason at all why she should care about some entitled rich kid’s opinion of her, but something about this guy just rubbed her the wrong way:

“Listen, Mr. High-And-Mighty: what I do is not so different from what all of these -” she gestured at the financial sharks roaming the plaza - “are doing here; at least I steal from the ones that can afford it.”

Rich boy put up his hands in a defensive gesture.

“I didn’t mean to be condescending and I’m not denying that you have a point about unethical business practices being a profound issue, especially in this city…”

He paused for a moment, then, an amused expression made its way unto his face:

“I guess I just don’t know what you say to a pickpocket when they decide to get back to “work”; - Break a leg?”

Selina raised an eyebrow again.

“Does this look like a theater performance to you?”

Rich boy only shrugged, a hint of a smile on his lips, before giving it another try: “Good luck?”

Now Selina was truly offended.

“I don’t need luck; I’m very good at what I do.”

He stared at her, quirking an eyebrow.

“You just got caught in the act,“ he pointed out incredulously.

Selina shrugged it off: “An outlier; doesn’t count.”

This time, a full-on smile played on his lips, “Oh, that’s how it is?”

Selina couldn’t help the pouty tone seep into her voice as she defended herself:

“People don’t just offer to help someone that ran into them! Your stupid niceness ruined my plan.”

“What was I supposed to be doing?” rich boy asked, his tone of voice indicating that he was both amused and curious.

Selina couldn’t believe that anyone could be that clueless, but she still decided to spell it out for him: “Yell at me that I should look where I’m going - add in a couple of insults and you are golden.”

“Even if I was the one who didn’t pay attention?”

Selina rolled her eyes.

“Of course.”

“Huh. I’ll keep that in mind for future reference, so as not to ruin your plan the next time around.”

Selina cocked her head to the side, the ghost of a grin on her face, “You really think I’m bold enough to attempt stealing from you again?”

Rich boy shrugged slightly, “You strike me as a very dauntless person,” he said quite matter-of-factly.

Selina smirked, taking a deliberate step forward, invading his personal space, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Rich boy appeared to be taken aback by her action, but he didn’t move away.

“It’s just an observation,” he said with a shrug, his voice wavering just the tiniest bit; but Selina knew that she was getting under his skin.

She tapped her chin in pretend thoughtfulness, her eyes glinting playfully.

“Hmh, there is an error in your reasoning, though.”

Rich boy knitted his brows, “What erro-”

But before he could finish his question, Selina cut him off by drawing him in for a kiss. She must have startled him for good, because it took rich boy a few seconds until hes started to respond to her lips.

Before he got too comfortable, Selina broke off the kiss, a wicked grin now adorning her face.

“You assumed I’d use the same trick twice.”

“Wha-”

His eyes flew to his coat pocket his hand fumbling for the fanciful engraved wallet. When rich boy finally managed to pry it out, a puzzled look appeared on his face.

“I still have my -”

When he looked up, Selina had already disappeared into the crowd.

“...wallet.”

His eyes scanned the plaza, searching for that mysterious, brazen girl who had just tried stealing from, and had ended up kissing him right here in public - but he couldn’t find her anywhere. With a curious feeling, he opened his wallet - to find that all the bills had been taken out.

Bruce couldn’t help the amused smile growing on his face, as he pocketed the wallet Alfred had given him for his eighteenth birthday.

“Hmh. Bold indeed.”

To be continued... here.

[alvarsliver]

Onward P1

Howdy it been a while, this is part 1 of the short story Ive been working on. Tell me your thoughts. I welcome constructive criticism I have to improve my skills somehow.

“Taking this path should lead us to the city of Qin “Baron couldn’t help the smile growing from his face as he and his partner traveled along the darken path, the city of Qin was a place dubbed sliver city for the immense worth and goods it generated throughout the seasons, tourist from a far would travel to do business. However, the most prized jewel of the city was no other than Victoria palace housing the ruler of the city of Qin king Samuel.

With the chance to bear witness to such a place in person, Baron grew giddy inside just by the thought. He couldn’t be happier to accept this mission alongside with Alice. The mission was simple, well it sounded simply on paper, performing the task... not so much. A meeting with the King to discussed aide for their cause however, if there was something putting a damper on his mood was the rumors surrounding the king. Word of month was that he’s a tough nut to crack. Getting him to agree with our plea was putting him on edge a tad bit, but this mission wasn’t doomed to fail just yet-

Alice was the only hope Baron and the folks at home had to get their hands on aid. If Alice being his daughter doesn’t work, then- Chewing his bottom lip he couldn’t help the icy shiver traveling up his spine. If that doesn’t work then-

Baron inwardly pause as a bizarre thought came over him the more he thought about it the more he grew an inkling of hope, his eyes going wide.

what about the queen?

 I hear not much about her, it the king who holds much of the power, but if he could win her favor, then ther’re set.

But how to go about winning her favor

This is going to be a dozy

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After walking for a couple of hours along the dirt road night has fallen upon the land, and baron concluded that he an idiot. Digging into his trench pocket only to come out empty, how could he forget to bring his drawing pad, a forest as beautiful as this,

 Under the waning moon pools of light coated the forest with a mythical glow almost blinding to the eye , from the leaves all the way to the vines and growing roots slithering on the forest floor trunks seemed to glitter a shiny blue if baron didn’t know better it seemed almost like snow.  

It tempted him to ask Alice to lend him some paper for a quick sketch, but immediately threw that idea out the window. She was already on edge about this mission; he doubts she’ll agree to it. She’ll probably scold him about wasting time and what not. He could already feel his ear hurt. While he was happy to visit the city of Qin, sparing a few minutes to observe the forest wouldn’t kill anyone.

A warm breeze blew by his fluttering his long charcoal trench coat, a whirlwind of flower petals spun around before berating him sticking onto his pale face and integral itself in his hair. Yup, this place is magically alright 

  Snorting to himself, Baron combed a hand through his brown locks, reaching his mid-back, hoping to get rid of the stray petals. Lightly wincing when his fingers got stuck on a not, shouldn’t bring a comb along, he thought bitterly he seemed to keep forgetting things he knew he should have listened to Alice and pack thoroughly for this mission. 

Looking over to his right towards the object of his thoughts, Alice the girl in question walks alongside with him, dress in her frilly white tunic free of any wrinkles or speak of dirt. Black tights with her leather straps that held her prized silver sword. Her hand grip the handle, knuckles turning white, ready to convene if the situation calls for it or it was her nerves getting the best of her. Back strait while her neck held high as their destination was creeping closer to them over the horizon. She was poised as ever.

But Baron knew better than that. Her eyes told a different story, her grey eyes which were keen to knives was cloudy.There was this fog that wrap around her eyes, she was at this point just operating on autopilot her mind was gone. 

“Alice, you there “Baron called out lightly, but she didn’t respond, continuing to walk. Her mind elsewhere, a sense of unease grew within Baron the longer the silence lasted.

Putting a hand on her shoulders hoping to snap her out of stupor, Alice jump surprised at the contact she stumbled on her foot, hair spraying everywhere as she fell forward with her hand shooting out to grab onto Baron shirt who firmly grabbed onto her. Griping onto Baron, Alice studied herself, turning to look at him with wide eyes, Baron sense of uneasiness rose the longer he stayed by Alice side. He knew accepting this mission would unearth conflicting feeling for Alice but he didn’t expect her to react this bad. 

Wrapping an arm around his friend, he pulled her close. “Your ok “, hoping the comfort would ease her worries, but Alice blink at his action before she seemed to collect herself she pried his arm off slightly hesitant Baron notices before stepping to the side.  

“...Im fine”, her voice weaved towards the end as if noticing this she shook her head slightly hoping to get her head cleared picking up the past, she sped past Baron who just stared at her retreating form, a frown made it way to his face as she continued to move ahead. If Alice was acting weird now, then Baron couldn’t Imagine how down hill the mission will be when they reach the palace. Doubt slowly crept into him the more this situation played out, there was a possibility that Alice may screw up this mission.

 Realizing he got side tracked Alice was already way ahead of him, even with her short status she was pretty fast.

 Breaking into a light jog, he caught up to his Alice. She gave him a side glance before continuing their fast past. 

“So what the plan, he spoke out slightly winded as he walk alongside her

After a moment, she responded. “Im... not sure”

“let me handle the negations with your father then ‘‘, griping his coat jacket tighter as another breezed ghost by them. Alice merely looks at him, her mouth open and close as if she appeared to be hesitant about something.

“I know he’s difficult,” Baron said simply

“Baron my father-”

“I already have a plan”, Alice for a second believed that was true, from the way his hazel eyes lit up as he crack his sloppy grin, she honestly wanted to but his next words destroyed that hope.

“Will lean towards gaining your mother favor you know the queen”, Alice flinch hard it was quiet for a moment before something inside of her clawed it way through her, her body heated as her face slowly morph into a cold fury aliened to a rabid dog.

She bared her teeth and her her crimson hair seemed to bristle.” That witch, she seethe with every bit of hated she could muster “is not my mother”

Baron eyes widen in disbelief, taking a step to the side to give the fuming red head some space. He didn’t understand where this was coming, are the queen and Alice on bad terms he needed answers. “I don’t understand- “he spoke in an uneasy tone, but Alice was quick to cut him off.

“What isn’t their to understand” a wintry smile crept on her face, which only made her more unnerving. “she not my mother and will never be, she nothing but a parasite that latches on to my father and sucks him and everyone else dry.”