#in fact he's not wearing any of the other kinds of leather jackets i've seen people say he would ... TO ME

[shopcat]

i think in the hamster wheel of my mind a big part of where people go wrong with eddie and his shitty garage band as an extension is that they for some bizarre reason think he's gene simmons metal when he's jack black metal. heavy metal. he's tenacious d metal. he's school of rock. he's stoner lord of the rings metal he nearly wore blue jeans and plaid. jack black literally in real life once said eddie was the best character bc he's heavy metal like him. LOOK AT THIS

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Can you write a oneshot with single mom Santana or Brittany, I know you did this with grumpy cat and I thought it was a really cute dynamic?

Thank you, Anon and sorry for the delay. I have several ideas I've been developing for Brittana single parent/baby!fics. Some of these might get developed into multichapter fics. Anyway, I hope you like this snippet:

Are You My Other Mom? 

Summary: Brittany’s a single mom with a six year old son who can’t stand any of his mommy’s boyfriends and girlfriends. Now that she’s dating “mommy stealing” Santana, he’s determined to drive her away but Santana has other ideas. 

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“How can she be your mommy if she has blue eyes and blonde hair?” Some girl had asked loudly at school, pointing at the tall woman who had arrived to pick him up from kindergarten. “Your mommy has eyes like a cat. Are you both cats?” 

It made him mad that people always asked his mommy if he was her son and he knew it hurt her because of the way she’d stop smiling and that familiar sparkle would disappear from her blue eyes whenever she heard it, even though she made jokes when they said that stuff. What kind of question was that? Maybe they looked way different but his Mommy had shown him all of the million pictures of her with a big smile, holding her round belly when she was pregnant with him. 

Then there were the ones of her holding a little blond, curly-haired and dimpled baby in her arms with big black eyes that Mommy said was him. He couldn’t believe he had ever been that small or that blond. There were all of the other videos of her dancing with him when he was a toddler. His mommy never stopped dancing. She was the only one who could calm him down when he was upset about anything, she never got mad at him even when he was really bad and she was his best friend. There was no doubt that Brittany S. Pierce was his Mommy.

The boy with golden skin watched warily from the swing set, narrowing his dark brown eyes as his mom wrapped her arms around another woman who had long, dark hair that was almost black. The woman was wearing a cool looking black leather jacket and black jeans, in contrast to his Mommy's bright pink sundress. He didn’t recognize this stranger even though there was something oddly familiar about her voice that he couldn’t figure out. 

The two adults continued to talk excitedly and Val pouted, noticing the way his mommy’s face lit up when she was looking at the stranger, allowing the dark-haired woman to put her hands all over her shoulders then her waist as she giggled. They were hugging for way too long, in his opinion. He got a bad feeling.  

Uh oh. He knew that look on his mom’s face and that giggle. It spelled danger. It was the look that meant she was going to tell him she was in love. Again. He also knew that lovestruck expression on the stranger’s face. The worst part of it was that he had never seen her so happy around someone before. Love was so annoying. It just meant he had to protect his Mommy from even more bad people.

The boy hated this “in love” thing because it always meant that Mommy would go out on dates all the time and he would be spending more time at Grandma Whitney’s house. He loved Grandma and Grandpa but he hated the thought of his mommy being alone with those monsters while he wasn’t there to protect her. His mommy was a really pretty lady and he knew it. The bad thing was that other people knew it too.

In fact, she was the most beautiful, innocent, perfect being on the planet as far as he was concerned and it was up to Valentino to protect her because no one else would. Everyone seemed to want to steal his mommy away from him! He understood why they wanted her but they needed to go away forever and just leave them alone.

His mom’s boyfriends always left eventually, either because he threw so many tantrums that they got fed up with him and stormed out or Lord Tubbington put too many mice in their shoes (Val thought it was hilarious when their cat did this and kept rewarding the fat tabby whenever he created trouble) or for other reasons he didn’t know of.

Everytime that happened, he would hear Mommy crying alone in her bedroom even though she closed the door so he couldn’t see her then he’d feel kind of guilty. He never wanted his angelic mommy to cry again. He'd try extra hard to be a good boy after those incidents.

Val had been through a bunch of pretend dads in the six years of his life that he couldn’t stand, a few pretend moms (thankfully each of them didn’t last long) and now it looked like he might be getting another pretend mom…

“Tino, Sweetie, come over here please. There’s someone I want you to meet!”

He reluctantly dragged his feet over, forcing the scariest scowl he could come up with onto his face as he hoped to drive the newcomer away. The last thing he wanted was to have to share Mommy's attention with someone else again.

“This is Santana, Baby Kitten,” His mommy smiled at him, running her hand through his wavy brown hair affectionately and using her familiar nickname for him. “She’s an… old friend. Santana, this is my son, Valentino.”

Santana’s eyes met his and she looked completely startled. She watched him nervously as he continued to glare at her as threateningly as he could, wrapping his little arms around Brittany’s waist tightly. Sometimes if the boy was mean enough to them, the mommy stealers in the past would be too scared and never come back again. He hoped this tactic would work on this treacherous Santana too, even though she looked fiercer than the others.

He growled and Brittany giggled, pulling him into a sideways hug for a moment.

"He's my little protector."

“V-Valentino? Hi, um nice to meet you, Kiddo,” Santana said awkwardly, running a hand through her black hair. Val didn’t understand the way the stranger kept staring at him, as if she was seeing a ghost. He pouted, furrowing his brows and she looked taken aback. “Whoa! He looks just so much like… What I mean is, he’s incredibly beautiful, Britt.”

Santana looked like she wanted to say a lot more to his mommy but didn’t. Val smirked, proud of the way his glaring at Santana seemed to be working because she did seem very scared. Then to his surprise, she put her hands on her hips and stared him down, in a way that struck fear in him in a way that had never happened to him before, rolling her neck like a cobra just like he himself always did. He gulped, taking a step back.

“Everyone always says that,” Brittany giggled, her eyelashes fluttering in a familiar dance Val knew too well, although she was really laying it on thick this time for this Santana. “He's a little devil. His personality reminds me of… someone.”

“Who?”

“Oh nevermind. I’m just being silly.”

She trailed off, looking away. as Santana watched her curiously. Val narrowed his eyes, watching the exchange. 

“I look like my Mami, right Mommy?” Val piped up. “That’s what Mommy always says.”

This made the adults fall silent and that Santana’s face went white. Val had seen his Grandpa Pierce faint once and that was what he thought was about to happen to Santana. She sure was a weird one. His Mommy was unusually silent as well.

Sometimes his mommy was silly and weird too. Okay, most of the time. She said lots of strange things that made no sense to him but he didn’t mind because she was so pretty and perfect. 

His mommy always used to tell him about his Mami. She told him he was so much like her in personality but unfortunately grown up things happened and his Mami couldn’t stay with them. She always said she wished Mami would come back one day. Then a few months ago, his mommy got really sad and she hadn’t talked about Mami for a really long time. 

Sometimes he would mention her and her sky blue eyes became watery as if she was in pain. She told him she couldn’t talk about Mami anymore because she missed her too much and it hurt. Val didn’t want to ever make her cry so he tried not to ever mention her. He felt guilty for talking about Mami because Mommy looked like she was going to cry again. 

"I'll be right over there by the benches, Tiger Cub." Brittany leaned down and kissed his cheek before walking away with the evil mommy stealer much to his irritation. He puffed out his cheeks and she just stroked his hair again. He pretended to play in the sandbox not far away but he was really listening in on the adults.

That devil lady had the nerve to put her arm around Mommy's shoulders again as the blonde rested her head on her shoulder. All he heard were some muffled fragments of what they were saying. It all got very emotional and Val was confused when his mom kept glancing in his direction worriedly.

"My middle name's Valentina. Dark hair, dimples...his smile and pout, his chin, his cheeks, his entire face... Brittany, I can't ignore it anymore. Is he... ?"

"Santana, please, I can't do this... We shouldn't talk about this here."

"Britt... just tell me you never stopped loving me."

Val was completely stunned when the two of them kissed and even dropped the toy car he was holding. They actually kissed on the lips the way it happened in movies! Why would anyone want to do that? He didn't have any idea what they were talking about or why his mommy got so upset, yet she was kissing that woman and holding her tight in her arms. How dare that Santana kiss his precious mommy and on the lips too! He had to get to the bottom of this.

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[annabtg]

Hey, I hope you are doing well and wish you have a great time on your trip ❤️

I wanted to ask if other than James and Lily is there someone who you think would be a great partner to Sirius?

I also believe that Sirius and Remus would definitely it work and their friendship isn’t as strong as James/Sirius. In my opinion I feel as James is the glue of the Marauders and he saw something “unique” in each of his mates. He does have a heart of gold which at times can cause him to give too much trust into people (Peter Pettigrew and the Order, because I still don’t understand how the Order members didn’t do much with Harry)

Especially during those eleven years he was living at the Dursley’s like come on where was the welfare check? So many Hogwarts letters, but no one really bothered checking on a child? Hmm, seems like a parallel to real life issues with child protective services.

Anyways, back to the question. Do you think someone would be a good fit for Sirius, if you exclude James and Lily? Even excluding Marlene McKinnon, I don’t want to ship shame anyone at all, because at the end of the day all these characters are in fact not real.

I don’t really see Sirius with Marlene, and honestly fanfic/fanon just tries to create this couple who is all leather jacket and go above the rules, plus Sirius with tattoos? I don’t he would be covered in them, but that’s just me 🤷🏽‍♀️ (also what do you think of leather jacket Sirius? I for one am not a fan, I believe he has a different style since growing up in the House of Black)

I’ve read a few well written fanfics (sadly I forgot to bookmark) in which Sirius is asexual and it’s actually quite interesting. I did enjoy those fics especially since they stayed true to his character and not making him ooc.

[i realize i written more than i expected 😅😅 dang it i try my best to condense but i keep adding more. Then again, i would be ooc if I didn’t write so much lol 😂 Sorry, love to know your thoughts ❤️]

Hi there, my dear Nena! ❤️

Your ask is very interesting and poses a lot of questions! So let's see:

For one, I don't headcanon Marlene McKinnon as someone in the Marauders' age range. I sometimes use her when I need a throwaway character, and I don't mind it as a background ship, but overall I don't care about Blackinnon.

(As I've seen argued before: Lily, in her letter to Sirius, mentions "the news about the Blackinnons". If Marlene was someone who Sirius cared about, wouldn't she at least ask him if he's all right?)

And yeah I don't really care about pairing Sirius with a pureblood witch which is his mirror image. I can see it, and many people can make relationships work with very different people, but I tend to believe that Sirius would need a romantic relationship with someone he can be tender with, and who would have a softer personality. In the sequel of a story that's still unfinished, he was sort of getting interested in a Muggleborn girl who had a bubbly personality and wasn't super skilled - I felt like a young Sirius would be attracted to someone he'd feel the need to protect, kind of a knight in white armour syndrome. Not so much because it's her but because he's protective by nature and a situation like that just works for him, you know? Otherwise I believe that, if you asked him what his ideal partner would be like, he'd tell you about a strong personality, intelligent and with a sense of humour.

Btw for years I COULD HAVE SWORN THE LEATHER JACKET WAS CANON - apparently it's not?? But well, motorcycle drivers wear leather jackets for protection from the wind/cold so it makes a lot of sense that he'd have that sort of gear. Wizarding robes (the way I imagine them, like long dresses) shouldn't be very convenient on a bike. :p Tattoos - I don't really see him having any in canon, definitely not being covered in them. Though that's easier to swallow than him being short, for instance. :p

I am very on board with an aroace/demi/sapiosexual Sirius. It's basically why I see him so easily with James and Lily, because they are people who we know he cares about very much so he'd get into a relationship with them much more easily than with some random person. Other than that, I can very much see him as the person who just doesn't bother with the whole romance thing.

So that's pretty much the extent of my Sirius shipping preferences. I can see very interesting scenarios with other people (Snape? Bellatrix? Even Remus) but they are not the sort of thing I'd care to read.

[newmih]

Flowers

Words: 798

Characters: Jason Todd x gn reader

Summary: Y/N meets an unusual client.

A/N: I did some research and came to the conclusion that there no flowers that say "fuck you" and taht's make me really sad. You can imagine any version of Jason. /English is nt my first language. Sorry for any mistake I made./

Masterlist

Bonne lecture

Your day had started out quite well. Even though few clients had shown up in the morning, the numbers were good so far and on top of that, a beautiful sun was shining outside. You were really looking forward to finishing your hour's work so you could get out and rest.

You had been working in one of the flower shops downtown for a few months now to pay for your education. Despite the fact that many people had offered you financial aid, you didn't want it. You didn't want to spend the rest of your life in debt. And asking for a loan from someone was like making a deal with the devil. You were in for the rest of your miserable life.

The doorbell rang and you looked up from the book you were reading in the back room. It was your turn to play now. You approached the counter and pasted a hypocritical smile on your face. Seeing a pretty face always sold more. Yes, the person who had given you that advice really did have a problem.

The man who entered was wearing a leather jacket and was almost taller than the shelves. Damn... He was hot. You shook your head to keep your mind from going into dangerous territory and followed the new customer. This was the first time you'd seen him and from the way he was observing his surroundings, he was coming for the first time.

When your eyes finally met, he smiled politely at you. Or was it because he found the idea of smiling at you very tempting? Neither of you really knew. But what you did know was that he had beautiful teeth. Who was thinking about that anyway?

He reached over, pulled some bills out of his pocket and placed them almost too violently on the table in front of you.

"How do you say passively-aggressively fuck off in flower talk?"

Not expecting this kind of question at all, you exploded with laughter. "Sorry. It's just the first time I've been asked that." He dared his shoulders to murmur something that sounded like it was nothing and bit his lip as he watched you. You had a beautiful laugh. You stood there watching him before you realized.

"Oh yes! I had forgotten! I'll make you a bouquet. Give me a few minutes!" Too lost in his gaze, you had completely forgotten why he was there in the first place. Damn it! What was happening to you? As for the man, he laughed again. It was the first time in a very long time that he smiled and laughed so much in such a short time. What kind of spell had you cast on him?

You hurried off to do your job and returned a few minutes later in front of him. When he picked up the bouquet, you touched each other for a few seconds but something still stirred in your belly. The client could almost feel his cheeks catch fire at that moment. So cliché! He felt like he was in one of those books he loved to read as a child. He didn't even know your name.

He took some money out of his pocket and handed it to you. "Keep the rest." You smiled at him again. He loved it when you smiled at him. Dick would laugh so hard at him if he saw him right now. But he had to do something. You were obviously waiting for him to leave and you couldn't understand why he still hadn't moved a muscle. Damn, these muscles are huge! Concentration Y/N!

He hesitated, turned as if to walk out before finally mentally insulting himself. What a jerk!

"I'm Jason by the way.

-Y/N. you both had stuttered like two high school kids. If anyone saw the terrible Red Hood right now, losing his shit in front of someone he didn't even know, his reputation would be shot. Even Damian would scare the bad guys more than he would. He turned on his heels. It had been far too long since he'd talked to a person like you. Then his older brother's face came to mind, telling him he had to meet people, telling him he deserved to find love like everyone else. Maybe he was right. But he would never admit that to Dick.

- You know what? We should go out and get something to eat sometime. Like a date. Yeah, a date is good. What do you think Y/N? shit, your name sounded so good in his mouth.

-Y-Yeah. I'd love to. you were definitely blushing right now.

-So I'll pick you up Saturday in front of the store!" He was already gone, wondering which place would be up to your standards.

[indiee19]

She Does The Woods

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You and a buzzed Alex go for a walk and a picnic in the woods and you can't resist how good he looks.

warnings: smut, oral sex (m! receiving), typical cliché couple things

word count: 2.8k

-Once again, Thea wrote this.

A/n: this song is literally the best song off the album. Argue with the wall if you disagree. Also, I'm working on the requests, so please be patient, I'm trying to do all of them. (And thank you, Thea.)

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You reached up on the shelf of the small storage closet , getting the picnic blanket down from the very top, putting it in the basket. Alex had promised you that he would take you on a picnic this weekend. You impatiently waited the whole week for this day, wondering where Alex was taking you on the picnic.

You heard the door open and heard Alex's footsteps as he padded down the hallway, looking for you, eager to see the outfit you chose to wear. He hadn't seen you since this morning when you both woke up and had spent the entire morning in bed, making you feel so good like he always did. You'd asked him to go get some fruit from the store while you finished the rest of the food you were going to eat on the picnic.

"Baby, where are you!" he shouted from across the hallway.

"In the kitchen, Al!" you yelled back. He walked into the kitchen, finding and watching you finish putting everything away. He walked over to the kitchen island where you were at, handing you the fruit he had bought for the picnic.

You thanked him and put it away along with everything else in the basket. Alex walked behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, pushing your hair away and kissing up your neck.

"Al, stop," you laughed, pushing him away.

"What if we don't go on the picnic and just stay here?" he asked, continuing his kisses up your neck. "No, Al. You promised me that you would take me on this picnic and I've been looking forward to it all week, so we're going on it," you replied, turning around, grabbing the bandana around his neck and capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

He sighed and moved away, going to the family room. You finished packing everything up and went to the family room, sneaking up behind Alex, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Are you ready to leave, my love?" you asked, kissing his cheek. He stood up, turning around and kissed you. "Yeah, princess. You go get the basket and I'll start the car," he replied, walking to the door and grabbing the keys.

You went to the kitchen and grabbed the basket, also grabbing your polaroid camera from the bedroom, though you didn't think that you would need it at all, and walked out the door after locking it.

You saw Alex in the car, fiddling with the radio, trying to figure out how to connect the Bluetooth on his phone to the car radio. You got in and laughed at him, amused at his small amount of knowledge on technology even though he had many references of it on his latest album.

"What're you laughing at?" he asked, clearly still frustrated with the Bluetooth on his phone.

"Nothing, I just find it hilarious that you have a very extensive vocabulary and are a talented songwriter, but you can't understand how to use technology, though your album has quite a few references to it," you laughed.

He playfully pouted and then went back to his phone to figure out how to connect his phone to the car. You laughed again and he glared at you.

"Do you need some help, my love?" you asked. Alex nodded and accepted the fact that he couldn't figure it out and handed you the phone.

You quickly explained to him how to do it and connected it to the radio. You then turned on something from The Beatles; Alex started to pull out of the driveway. You and Alex started singing along, him more than you and you watched the concentration on his face as he drove and as he sang, his angelic voice ringing in your ears and you didn't mind.

The car came to a stop light and Alex turned to you. "I want to hold your hand," he sang, taking your hand in his. You laughed and sang along with him, though you weren't nearly as good as a singer as Alex, your voice couldn't compare to his in any way possible.

The red light had turned green and Alex began driving on the road again, hand still holding yours as he continued to sing the rotor the song. You watched his facial features in the light that was hitting him through the window. You focused on his lips mainly, watching them move as he sang, remembering how they felt on your own, moving against yours in sync, just like the way he sang the song - in sync.

"Alex," you said, dragging out each syllable of his name. He looked at you then back at the road. "Yeah, princess?" he said.

"Where are we going?" you asked. He turned right and began to slow the car. "It's a surprise," he smiled, taking a few more turns.

"Please, I want to know, Al," you said, leaning over to kiss his cheek then his neck, lightly sucking on his neck just below his ear, hoping that somehow he would give in to you ad would answer your question.

"As much as you kiss me, I still won't tell you until we get there," he said. You stopped sucking on his neck, and sat back in your seat, playfully pouting.

"Now, look, just because I won't tell you doesn't mean that you have to stop kissing me," he said slyly, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips, placing a kiss to it.

"No, you won't tell me. No answer, no kiss," you laughed. Alex dramatically gasped and laughed. The rest of the drive was fairly typical and cliché, Alex singing his heart out, reaching over and kissing you whenever there was a red light.

You certainly didn't mind it being cliché if it meant that he kissed you, though you did wish that he would tell you were he was bringing you. It was only ten minutes before he pulled the car to a parking lot and parked the car, pulling the keys out of the ignition.

You opened the car door and stepped out, looking around. He had brought you to a dirt trail for hiking - in the woods.

"Really, Alex, the woods?" you asked. He got out of the car himself, and shut the door, opening the back door to get out the picnic basket.

"What?" Alex asked, walking around to the other side, grabbing you by the waist.

"First of all, you're literally wearing a black leather jacket, black trousers, and a button up ... and boots, it's way to hot for that. And plus, the drinks will get all hot," you said, gesturing to his attire and the picnic basket.

"It'll be fine, princess," he said, moving his hand to the small of your back, leading you onto the trail. He held onto you, knowing that it was way too hot, but still wanting to be close to you, always wanting to touch you.

He stopped when you both reached a secluded part of the trail that no one else was on, and to be honest, looked like no one really ever used it anymore.

"Okay, this is really giving me the 'I'm taking you out to the woods in a secluded area to kill you' vibes, Al," you joked, Alex letting go of you, you turning to look around the spot.

"You're right, me love, I am going to murder you," Alex laughed, grabbing you from behind, placing kisses on your neck, sucking on a spot. You laughed and pushed him away. "Alex!"

"Hey, come 'ere," he said, turning you around, kissing you deeply, shocking you. Your arms snaked around his neck, his hands traveling down your waist to your ass. He pulled you closer to him, your front now pressed up against his chest, biting your bottom lip teasingly, demanding entrance.

"Alex, we-we can't, not here," you said breathlessly, the breath you had now gone from the steamy kiss you and Alex just shared.

"Why not?" he asked, confused about why you wouldn't want him, even though you did and he knew that.

"Because, Alex, I'm not shagging you in the woods. Besides, someone could walk past us and see what we're doing," you answered, adding in the last part to try and explain to him why you couldn't even though you wanted to, but not as much as Alex wanted to.

He didn't seem to take that response to well, instantly kissing to hopefully persuade you into doing it. You felt him hard through his pants, and as much as you were afraid of getting caught, you had to admit that the thrill of it would be kind of fun and you moved your hand to palm him through his jeans.

Alex groaned into your mouth, breaking the kiss to suck on your neck to keep him quiet. You backed him up against a tree and suck down onto your knees, undoing his belt and jeans, pulling down his underwear just far enough for you to pull out his cock, slowly stroking him, placing a few light kisses to his tip, watching him as his head fell back against the tree.

He groaned in response before you took all of him into your mouth, his hands coming down on the back of your head, gripping your hair.  He felt heavy on your tongue and flattened it so that he could fit better in your mouth. You started to bob your head up and down on his length, enjoying the small, quiet moans Alex was letting out.

You hollowed your cheeks, Alex pushing your further onto him, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat causing you to choke a little, but nevertheless, you continued. "Yesss, princess," Alex hissed, gripping your hair even tighter than before, moving you up and down on his length at a rate of his liking.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, watching his face scrunch up in pleasure as you continued to bob your head, your tongue swirling his tip, hollowing your cheeks again.

You could tell that he was close when he started to buck his hips into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat continuously as he bucked his hips. You swallowed around him and hollowed your cheeks once again, sending him over the edge. His hips stilled as his cock twitched inside your mouth and you felt his release hit the back of your throat, swallowing it.

He pulled you off of his cock by your hair, helping you stand up, holding onto you and he tugged up his underwear and trousers, fixing his belt as well. "Happy?" you joked, kissing his cheek.

"Very," he said, pecking your mouth. You laughed briefly. "Funny. We haven't even been here an hour and I've already sucked you off. And I've already got dirt on my pants," you said, gesturing to the dirt on your knees through the rip in your pants, getting the picnic blanket out of the basket and laying it on the ground, placing the picnic basket on it.

You sat down and Alex sat across from you, digging into the basket to see what you packed, picking the container that held the strawberries, getting one out, holding it to your mouth. You opened your mouth and took a bite out of it, Alex pulling it away from you and put it on the container lid.

"Let's see, what else did you pack in 'ere?" he said to himself, digging around in the basket more.

"There should be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in there for you," you said, helping him find it. He thanked you and took it out of the container that it was in, taking a bite, managing to get some jelly on his fingers.

Alex laughed and put the sandwich down, licking his fingers clean of the jelly. You couldn't help but let your mind wander, thinking of very dirty things that Alex would no doubt think of. Imagine what he could do with those fingers, was all that was going through your mind, so much so that you didn't even realize that you were starring straight at him.

"Can I help you, princess?" he asked, noticing how much you were starring at him, specifically his arms and fingers. You tried to come up with an answer but you couldn't form any words at all, turning into a stuttering mess.

"Who's having the dirty thoughts now, eh?" he laughed, taking off his sunglasses. "Come 'ere, princess."

You hesitantly moved over to beside him, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his lap. "Tell me, love, if I touch you, will you be wet?" he teased, unbuttoning your jeans, pushing his fingers in them to play with the waistband of your panties that were slowly but surely dampening.

"Y-yes," you whimpered, voice trialing off into a moan when his fingers brushed against your clothed clit.  He lightly chuckled before moving the cloth of your panties to the side, his fingers teasing your folds.

You buried your head into Alex's neck to try and hide the indescribable amount of pleasure that he was giving you. "No, look at me," Alex drawled,  pulling you up by your hair. You looked up at him, starring into his big, brown doe eyes.

"Do you need me, love? Because I need you," he said. You quickly attached your lips to his, letting his tongue slip past them, exploring your mouth. You hesitantly pulled away, moving to shuffle out of your jeans, Alex undoing his belt and pants, pulling them down, along with his underwear, just far enough for his cock to spring free.

You sat back down in his lap, sitting up on your knees to move your panties aside, positioning Alex's cock at your entrance, Alex's hands going to your hips to keep you there. He pulled you down slightly; you whimpered when you felt the tip of his cock poking inside of you, hands gripping his shoulders.

"Alex, please, I need you," you said, knowing how much he enjoyed hearing you beg and whimper for him, desperate for his cock to fill you up so good.

He smirked, pulling you all the way down on him, throwing his head back, a soft moan falling from your lips. Once you were fully adjusted to his size, you pushed him down to be laid on his back. His hands were still on your hips, watching you as you began to slowly move. You sat up on your knees, his cock almost slipping out of you. His hands held you in place on him, his cocky smirk plastered all over his gorgeous face. Even though you were on top, he still had all of teh control.

Without warning, he let go of your hips, letting you slip all the way back down on him, his hands going back on your hips, helping you move on him and you moaned loudly. You slowly began to roll your hips on him, the pace gradually increasing. Soon you started to bounce up and down on him; Alex started to thrust up into you in sync with your own movements, driving you closer and closer to your high that you were now chasing.

His thrusting into you slowly began to get faster and faster, and you couldn't keep up with them. One of Alex's hands found your clit, rubbing small circles on it, driving you closer to your orgasm. You threw your head back and felt Alex's free hand travel under your shirt, massaging your breasts through your bra.

"God, love, you f-feel so good," Alex moaned, clearly just as close as you.

"Alex, I-I'm so close," you whimpered, Alex thrusting into you faster, bouncing you on his cock. "Cum for me, love," he said, thrusting up into you one final time, flicking your clit, sending you over the edge, your walls contracting around him, triggering his own release. He held you down on him and you felt his cock twitch, his release spurting inside of you. You collapsed on top of him.

You were both panting, sweat pooling on Alex's head. "I love you so much, princess," he said, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you too," you replied, struggling to stand up, sighing at the emptiness that was left when you lifted up off of him. "Oh, shit," you laughed, feeling his release run out of you, sure to stain your underwear, quickly putting on your jeans.

Alex pulled up his pants and underwear as well, doing his belt back up. "So, should we finish our picnic now?" he said, eating another strawberry, you sitting back down, digging into the basket, looking for something to eat yourself; you nodded to Alex.

[cultofstan]

My love for Bane!!

Before you read, I want to make it clear that there are some nsfw parts to this posts. If you are under 18, please don't read!

This post will go over various details and reasons why my heart belongs to the big green giant know as Bane from Batman and Robin (1997). Get ready for a long read, because I've got a lot to say.

(If you haven't check out my Bane Wallpapers, go do check them out! They bring me so much joy, I hope they do the same for you ppl too!)

His mask is very cool and unique, because if you look closer you see they used Bane's comic book mask as a base and then just changed the mouth area and added black eye pieces on top of the red piece he normally sees out of. Imo, it is the best movie Bane mask we have ever had! A lot of people hate the multiple tubes coming out of his head, but I think it makes things extra spicy! A constant reminder that your not just dealing with any normal super human, you dealing with a venom infused one that can fight you like it's nothing! The bulging veins that can be seen in certain lighting is a detail I feel deserves more love. It adds to his big and tough demeanor. You can really tell the venom is working wonders on him! The zipper on the top of the head and the fact that his mask is most likely made of tight leather or latex brings thr entire thing together and is truly a marvel to look at! I absolute love it!💚Imagining him slick that smooth, stretchy, husky mask on while the venom starts to pump into his brain and muscles just does things to me. If Bane offered me a chance to wear it, venom or not, I would do it in a heart beat! It would probably reek of sweat, his bad breath, and of old leather, but I wouldn't care. Just the thought of inhale all those smells brings me a joy I can't describe! 😍

When I was a kid, in addition to his lovely mask, his clothing choice was another thing I loved about him. It looks like Bane is just wearing a black cotton tank top with some black sturdy pants, but I've always the headcannon that it's actually very flexible black latex one piece! It makes a lot more sense when you notice his collar, chest harness, wrist bands, crotch diaper, and boots are also make out of a harder leather with spikes and studs! I swear, half of my clothing choices/dreams come from this man! His boots, for the most part, are very frankenstein/gothic inspired with thick sole and it going all the way to his knees. The copper rivets are the only things that make them stand out, imo. I've had thoughts were in order to prove my love to him I have to lick or kiss his boots while he judges. I'd hate it for the most part, because they probably taste like dirty and dust, but I want him to know that I do love him, so I'd do small smooches starting from his toes and work my way up his leg until I'm straight up licking his boots. I'd get so carried away he'd probably make me stop pretty quickly so I don't get sick 😂. His spiked collar and wrist bands are easily the clothing items I want the most! Any time I see someone on the street with spikes in their clothing I immediately think about him. Because he's worn them for so long, they're probably not that tight or rough but still firm enough to not sag. Maybe even a little flaky in certain parts. I don't think I'm comfortable with myself enough to wear a collar in public but I've come so close to buying spiky wrist bands or gauntlets it's crazy I don't actually own a pair yet. One day, I'm sure. His crotch diaper, for lack of a better name for it, is the one thing I'm 50/50 on. Some days I think it really adds to his look, especially with the spikes that go out. Plus, to a certain extent, it makes practical sense because that way heroes cant go from behind his and try to restrain him, or can't throw too many kicks, without getting poked/cut by the spikes. But other days I think it just doesnt look that great, because it ultimatly looks like a big metal diaper, it takes away from his intimidation. Plus, I won't be able to give him proper hugs! (I want to give daddy all the hugs he deserves! 💚) His chest piece is what brings everything together. The little Bane symbol is so cute, I've always looked for a pin or something to buy but no luck. I actually used to have this Bane cape that I won at Six Flags when I was little. I cut the symbol of his face out of it and tried multiple times to attach it to my jean jackets but I suck at sowing. 🥲 The leather straps that hold the chest piece compliment the other leather pieces of his outfit. The metal looking chest piece looks wonderful and adds a layer to his character that I both love and hate. In this movie he's a drone, a mindless agent that is only allowed to follow orders. I'll will discuss this in a bit. But for the record, I hate the fact that Bane is written as big dumb idiot in this movie. It's the one big problem I have with him, which sucks because I literally love everything else about him!

I've probably watch the Bane transformation scene in Batman and Robin, like, a thousand times. No joke. I didn't realize it then, but seeing a short, thin, twink become a tall, hulking, king really hit my desires in the right way. Like, now, I know for sure that's one of my kinks and it makes me so damn happy! Granted, I've never been skinny in my life, but I've always wanted to be a musclar and strong man, so it makes sense why I love this scene so much. It's a literally fantasy of mine brought to life! More specifically, I've always wanted to be a type of strong that allows me to run miles like it's nothing, throw punches that instantly knock someone out, and lift so much weight that I borderline have a superhero body. Don't get me wrong, this is seriously mentally unhealthy because I know it's kind of impossible considering my personality and the actuality of gaining so much muscle, but I believe as long as I realize it's a dream and not beat myself up over it, it's not too bad of a thought to have. Actually, if you think about it, this Bane is kind of a plus size body representation. Sure he's got giant arms that can crush my bones like tooth pics, but he's pretty bulky with a big belly. That might be too much of a stretch to say, and I totally understand if people don't agree with. That being said, I have to say it, this man probably gives the best hugs in all of Gotham! He's so big that you don't even need a jacket in the house! Just let him embrace you and you'll never feel alone or cold again! His thick hands holding you in really tight, his muscles locking you in and warming your arms, while his gut pushes you back a little of your feet, like he wants to swoop you into his arms and carry you! 🥰 He'd be careful with his spikes of course, don't worry. A detail that sends me over the moon about Bane in this movie is his green skin. I can't put my finger on it, but it really adds to the whole transformation and therefore my thirst for him grows even bigger! Especially because it's completely unique to the movie. It looks so good that I wonder why the comics haven't adopted something similar.

I could go for hours about how I think the writers butchered Bane's character in this movie, but I want this post to mainly act as a positive appreciation post/background for head cannons that I might post about him one day. So to end, and give a taste, I'll finally talk about Bane being a drone in this movie. In weird way, because he's played as a mindless servent, it makes this version of Bane one of the easier Bane's for me to fantasies about. This is because in the movie, it's implied Bane only follows Poison Ivy because she was the first person he didn't see as a threat. Plus, I wouldn't be surprised if she used some of her suductive powers on him. (I would too, just saying) So, with that established, I like that he's a mindless drone because it means that, in my head, he's not exactly my "servant" but he will basically do whatever I say. Why? Because I will prove to him I not a threat either, and only want to love him!! He'll have a concuious and his own goals, and I'll follow along and help because I trust him and want to support him, but, for the most part, he will do what I say and love me in return. I could explain this more, but I want to save the juicy parts for the follow up post I have planned for this. 😏

If you've read this far, thank you. From the bottom of my hear. I've never wrote something this personal or long. I hope I can continue to do more of these, if I'm passionate enough.

[hookedonapirate]

Trick or Treat

A/N: It feels so great to post again. I've been in a writing slump for several weeks now, so I wanted to write something short and sweet to get the writing juices flowing. Thank you @hollyethecurious for your ideas for the premise and @darkcolinodonorgasm for Killian’s costume!

Rated: Teen and up for mature language

“Well, that’s disturbing.” Emma grimaces at the zombie gnome with gnarly teeth, reaching out with dirt and blood covered hands like he's coming out of the ground to get them. Even though it's not real, the graphics are enough to give a kid nightmares.

 “That’s so cool, Mommy!”

 Well, any kid who’s not her seven-year-old son that is. Henry runs down the sidewalk, his oversized hat falling off his head. He’s a ball of energy most days, but tonight, he’s extra energetic, and he hasn’t even had any candy yet.

 “Kid, your hat!” She follows after him, picking up his hat from the winding walkway which is lined with jack-o'-lanterns on each side. But as she passes each one, she’s surprised when she realizes these aren’t just typical jack-o'-lanterns with a mouth, nose and eyes carved into them. No, these are intricately crafted jack-o'-lanterns. One is carved into a haunted house, one is a graveyard full of ghosts, another looks like a skull from afar, but up close, it appears to be carved into long stem mushrooms and grass. Her favorite is the pumpkin carving that mimics a scene from the Nightmare Before Christmas. 

 Like seriously, who has time to carve out all these pumpkins? And why weren’t the Jack-o'-lanterns on display as she had seen at the Night of 1,000 Jack-o'-lanterns at the Chicago Botanic Garden? Whoever carved these has some ridiculous artistic talent. They are also way too into Halloween, because their yard is all decked out. There are games set up on tables in the yard, skeletons and ghosts hanging from the trees and tombstone yard signs all over. 

 As she walks up the steps to the house, fake fog sweeps around her feet, the porch is covered in fake cobwebs with large spiders and the porch railing is lined with decorated jars, “potions”, skulls and other Halloween themed knickknacks. She laughs at the potion bottle labeled, “love potion.” When she reaches the door, which is wide open, a group of kids in cute costumes gathered around waiting for treats, she’s expecting the three looney witches from Hocus Pocus to emerge from the house. 

 When a man in a black top hat, tailcoat and a cane appears through the door with a bowl full of candy, she realizes how wrong she is. 

 Boy, is she wrong.

 Holy shit, he’s gorgeous. His skin looks ghostly white from the makeup on his face and he's wearing a brown curly mustache, but those vivid blue eyes are so very blue, even in the dark and under the hat he’s wearing. She’s afraid those eyes will set her on fire when he looks at her.

 “Trick or treat!” the children chorus. 

 Emma can’t take her eyes off the man as he excitedly hands out candy.

 “I love your costume, lassie,” he compliments a little girl who's wearing an Elsa costume.

 He has an accent? Holy hell.

 The little girl frowns, clearly not understanding what he meant by lassie. “I’m not a dog, I’m Elsa.”

 He chuckles, dropping a candy bar into her pumpkin bucket. “My apologies, Elsa. Please don’t blast me with ice.”

 “Thank you, mister,” she says cheerfully before scurrying down the steps to meet her parents at the end of the walkway. 

 “Trick or treat!”

 The man looks toward the small voice, seeing Henry approaching him. He grins big and wide, which makes him look much creepier than he already looks in his costume. Creepy, but sexy. “Well, hi there. Captain Hook, I presume?”

 Henry nods his head and opens his Halloween sack, using his plastic hook to hold one of the straps.

 “Very nice costume, lad. My favorite one so far.”

 “Thank you. I made it,” Emma boasts with a smile as she steps behind her son, placing the hat on his head. She’s not normally one to brag, but then again bragging doesn’t normally afford her the opportunity to talk to ridiculously handsome strangers.

 The man looks up, and when his eyes finally connect with hers, he completely steals her breath. She was wrong. His smoldering blue eyes don’t set her on fire, but they do make her melt.

 And his heavy stare makes her skin tingle.

 “You made this lovely costume?”

 She waves her hand nonchalantly. “It was easy. Just took a red, long-sleeved shirt, some ribbon and slapped some red felt and white feathers on a straw hat and voila.”

 “Very impressive, lass.” He glances at her shirt briefly before returning his eyes to hers. “Did you also make your costume?” he asks, his eyes dancing with mirth. He must have been referring to her red leather jacket and white t-shirt that reads, “This IS my Halloween costume.”

 Emma laughs. “No, I bought it on Amazon.” 

 “Wow, Mom, check this out! Full-size candy bars!” Henry shouts excitedly when the stranger deposits the candy bar into his sack.

 Emma tears her eyes from this man’s mesmerizing blue ones to see the full-size Snickers bar Henry’s holding out to show her. “Huh, people actually do give out full-size candy bars.” She looks up at the man. “I’m impressed. Let me guess, you also carved those pumpkins, too?” she asks, pointing to the pumpkins in his yard.

 He nods with a small smile. “I did. You’d be amazed by what I can do with these hands,” he says smugly.

 Emma wants to roll her eyes, but she can’t deny she very much wishes to find out exactly what he can do with those hands. Instead, she flashes a sarcastic smirk. “So who are you supposed to be, Jack the Ripper?” 

 He chuckles. “Not quite. I’m a gentleman from the Victorian Era. A devilishly handsome gentleman, may I add.”

 She cocks a brow, laughter bubbling in her throat. “If by a  devilishly handsome gentleman, you mean creepy.”

 He sets down the candy bowl and surprises her when he takes her hand in his and lowers his head, murmuring softly as he looks up at her. “The name’s Killian Jones. And it just so happens, I’m always a gentleman. Not just on Halloween.” His touch sears her skin, then he presses his lips to the back of her hand and it feels like electrical currents are surging through her. Her breath catches, and she’s worried he will notice. Judging by the smirk spreading across her skin, he definitely noticed.

 Emma turns her head, looking for her son, whom she spots in the yard playing games with the other kids, their parents supervising them. “I should get back to my son.”

 This man actually pouts as he releases her hand. And it’s freaking adorable. “I told you my name and yet you haven't told me yours?”

 She bites her bottom lip, contemplating whether she should or not. But then again, what’s the harm? It is a small town, so they’ll probably end up running into each other again at some point. “It’s Emma.”

 He grins, making her heart melt. “Nice to meet you, Emma.”

 “Likewise.” 

 He scratches behind his ear, which makes him look less creepy and even more adorable. “I’ve never seen you before. Are you new in town?”

 “I’m from Chicago.”

 “Well, love, welcome to Storybrooke.”

  Oh. Now he’s calling her love? Can this man get any sexier? Jesus Christ. “Thank you.” She gives him a shy smile and turns to head down the steps.

 “Wait. Before you go, I have a treat for you, too.” 

 She spins around, arching her brow. “Oh, that’s okay. Henry will share some of his candy with me.”

 He chuckles and shakes his head. “This treat is not for kids.”

 Emma gulps. “What kind of treat did you have in mind?” Something salty? Her mind definitely did not go into the gutter there. Okay, it totally did. 

 He heads inside, then returns not a moment later with a caramel apple. 

 “A caramel apple?” She almost sounds disappointed. But she’s definitely not.

 “Aye, but not just any caramel apple. It’s an adult caramel apple. So make sure you don’t share this with your lad.”

 She eyes it suspiciously. “It’s not laced with love potion, is it?”

 He chuckles and leans closer, whispering in her ear. “No. But it is laced with cannabis-infused butter.”

 Emma smirks as she takes the caramel apple. “Wow, you really go all out on Halloween, don’t you?”

 He shrugs. “You should come back around Christmas.”

 “Oh God, you’re not one of those people who goes completely crazy with the Christmas lights and the decorations and Santa and his reindeer on the roof, are you?”

 He shrugs again, donning a smirk. “Guess you’ll have to wait and find out.”

 “Is that an invitation?” Because she's definitely not thinking about inviting him to get high and engage in hot, sweaty sex with her. Not at all.  

 “Perhaps. Do you and your son enjoy hot cocoa and watching Christmas movies in front of a cozy fireplace?”

 She eyes the caramel apple and then glances up at him. “Does Santa enjoy adult cookies with his milk?”

 His grin widens, making her heartbeat skyrocket out of her chest. “Aye, then it’s a date.”

 Emma rolls her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. “Not a date.” She doesn’t like the idea of waiting until Christmas to see him again, though.

 His face clouds with guilt. Sorry, love, I just didn't see a wedding ring on your finger so I assumed-”

 “I'm not married,” she clarifies, her cheeks flushing because of the fact that he was curious enough to check her hand for a ring. “Nor do I have a boyfriend. I'm single.” Very single. She's never been so glad to be single before.

 He sighs in relief, which gives her the courage to say what's on her mind and to thankfully change the subject.

 “You know, adult cookies aren’t just for Christmas...”

 He cocks his brow, and good Lord, she really needs him to stop doing that, because it’s doing things to her breathing and her heart. “No? What other special occasions are they for?”

 She shrugs. “Like a Saturday night, say next week when my parents are taking Henry for the weekend.”

 His eyes flash with something she can only describe as excitement. Or anticipation, maybe? “But still not a date, right?”

 She shakes her head. “Nope, just two adults enjoying their adult cookies.” 

 He laughs. “Okay, I’ll bring the apple cider.”

 “Sounds like a date,” she says accidentally when she had meant to say Sounds like a plan. But she doesn't even bother correcting herself as her cheeks warm with blush. She backs away and manages to rip her eyes from him to turn around and head down the steps. She finds Henry playing a game with the kids and takes his hand, telling him it’s getting late. He leaves with a groan but doesn't make a fuss. 

 As they leave the yard, Emma turns around, getting one last glimpse of the devilishly handsome Victorian gentleman. He winks and smiles at her, making her heart stutter, and she blushes and walks away as she leaves with her son.

  She had doubts when she moved to this small town to start over, but the warm feeling in her chest is telling her perhaps coming to Storybrooke wasn't a bad idea after all.

Tagging a few people who might be interested in reading:

@kmomof4 @teamhook @ilovemesomekillianjones @onceuponaprincessworld @artistic-writer @nikkiemms @snowbellewells @donteattheappleshook @itsfabianadocarmo​ @searchingwardrobes​ @melly326​

[the-coffee-story]

Rise of the Forest God

Chapter 5 - Wesley and Alice

Violet was hyperventilating, weakly holding her head in her hands, Doc and Coffee were trying their best to calm her down while Thasfield was talking to the cops, who didn't seem particularly cheerful about the fact that they had to work with him. October and Walther were standing on the slightly more overgrown side of the clearing, silently observing the crime scene, patiently waiting for some way to be of use.

"Well, at least the victim is identified now," Walther quietly remarked. Sometimes October marveled at the fact that they'd grown so desensitized to gore within a few years. He, on the other hand, was sometimes rather thankful he couldn't see the crime scenes. Thank you, Matthew. He grinned a little when he noticed the sentence had a rhyme in it.

Suddenly a slight noise caught October off-guard.

Light, clumsy footsteps, followed by the small rustle of yellowing leaves, hidden within the thick vegetation that littered the darkening landscape. October blindly turned his head towards the loose direction of the noise, and stopped, listening for any further disturbance.

A crack of a twig, with more restless rustling following soon after. And then, another crack. Popping joints that sounded almost painful in their intensity.

October listened intently and narrowed his eyes. The sounds were coming closer.

And then suddenly, when he heard a soft breath just right next to himself his arm lunged into the bushes and he grabbed someone's wrist.

He heard a terrified gasp and pulled the stranger out of their hiding place. Walther next to him spun around. "Wha-"

"Hey guys, look what I found!", October proclaimed. The unfortunate stranger caught in his grasp like a fish in a net quickly attempted to pull their arm away, as they were roughly yanked from the greenery and into the small clearing. Doc quickly came to October's aid and together they managed hold the frightened stranger down, preventing him from running off into the darkness.

"Who are you?", Doc asked. "What are you doing here?" The tall man October had just pulled from the bushes was trying to wriggle his arms free. He made no attempt to say a word.

Coffee watched the events from the other side of the clearing. He narrowed his light eyes and suddenly noticed the man wasn't trying to escape. He was trying to sign.

He ran over to the group holding him back and hastily tapped Doc on the shoulder. The pale redhead turned to him, fighting slightly to keep the man still. "What is it?"

"Let go of his arms for a moment. He's trying to sign!", Coffee signed. Doc's lilac eyes widened. "Ohh!" He turned to the messy-haired figure. "Is that true?"

The man hastily nodded. He was trembling in every limb.

"What's going on?", October asked, clinging to the guy's faded sleeve.

"Let go of his arm for a moment." Doc's voice was soft. "He's trying to sign."

"If y'all let him escape I'm not to blame." He murmured, and with that, October loosely let go and took a slight step back.

"Sorry for that, we overreacted," Doc apologized, awkwardly trying to help the trembling man to his feet.

The man took an unsure step forward, and into the brightly lit clearing. Now that his face wasn't hidden in the shadows anymore Coffee saw a glorious moustache, soft amber eyes and, even though the stranger was relatively young, snowy white curls.

"I'm Wesley," the peculiar figure signed. He anxiously stumbled over words, looking up at the darkening sky for a brief moment. "W......Wesley Sallow."

"What are you doing here?", Coffee signed.

Wesley was about to answer when they all heard a crack in the bushes.

"Are we in New York or what?", October mumbled. "How many more people are hiding in the bushes?!"

Wesley?", they heard a rough female voice call out.

"Looks like we're about to be joined by someone else," Doc remarked.

Suddenly a silhouette appeared in the tall bushes. Heterochromatic eyes glinted in the light of the flashlights and grey hair framed a sharply cut face. Then the woman hurried onto the clearing.

"I was terrified, where have you been?!" She gently brushed the soft, marble white curls from his face and loosely glanced over him, making sure he was ok.

Doc cleared his throat and straightened out his back, and with an inwards sigh, the woman glanced up towards him and stepped back, keeping Wesley within her line of sight. "Right. Sorry I walked right into a murder scene."

Now that her face wasn't obscured by shadow, Coffee realized she was older than he'd first assumed. Sixty maybe, perhaps even seventy, at a push. He wasn't good at guessing ages. Her sharply cut face was wrinkled, and a faded, rosy scar snaked over the bridge of her Roman nose.

"Uh, we're going to have to briefly interrogate you and your friend ma'am," Walther told her after exchanging an awkward glance with the rest of the team, who seemed to be equally as bewildered.

The woman straightened up and cocked a brow. She was wearing a faded black leather jacket, worn with age. "And why'd that be?"

"I mean..." Walther gesticulated towards the body laying in the middle of the clearing. "Gruesome murder, y'all suddenly pop up from the bushes, I think you get the point, aye?"

"Aye." She nodded. "What do you want to know?"

"Your name?" Thasfield quickly took pen and notepad out of his pocket.

"Alice Wyndham."

He turned to Wesley. "What was yours again?"

"Wesley Sallow," the young man nervously signed, seeming hasty and anxious to leave. He begun to tap his feet on the ground gently, fidgeting on the spot.

"Wesley Sallow," Doc translated for Thasfield, who hastily scribbled it down. "What were you doing here in the woods?"

"I was looking for Wesley."

"I was going for a walk."

"At midnight?" Thasfield mumbled, a hint of sarcasm lining his voice, as he glanced up and raised an eyebrow.

Wesley stared down at his dusty white trainers, shyly. "I have photosensitivity," he finally signed. "So I go for walks at night. It's easier on my eyes, and I find the peacefulness of it easier to cope with."

"I saw the police from my farm," Alice explained. "And got nervous."

"Why?", October asked.

"Okay, look, do you think cops and neurodivergency mix well?" Alice raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, no."

"Bingo." Alice nodded.

"You're unusually calm about the murder," Doc remarked.

"Google The Cult of the Forest God." Alice waved it off. "I've seen that kind of stuff before."

Doc sighed. "Alright. May I get your phone number?"

"Of course."

***

As they begun to drift away from the crime scene, Violet still suppressing dry sobs, Sean absentmindedly reached into his pocket, and felt a piece of paper that hadn't been there before.

He pulled it out in the van and narrowed his eyes trying to read it in the flickering moonlight.

Meet up tomorrow at sundown by the old oak in the field? — Xoxo, Finbar ♥

[pinnochiro]

pinn reviews - final fantasy xv

a long ramble about final fantasy fifteen that sort of looks like a review, as written by someone who finished the game fifteen minutes ago and needs to get these words out of his head. spoilers inbound.

i'm a pretty big fan of video games. i don't know what my first was, but it was probably either banjo and kazooie or mario kart 64, at my cousin's house when i was very small. i think that video games as a medium are so interesting, since the fact that video games are inherently interactive changes the way that they tell any story. it's a shame that despite loving video games so much, i'm absolutely terrible at them.

i'm absolute dogshit at video games. whenever i boot up something new, i always play on easy mode because. i'm that bad. unfortunately, this means that a lot of video games are simply. impossible for me to beat. that's fine, as at the moment i live with my good friend lizz, who is certifiably Good at Video Games, and so we've been playing video games together for a little bit now. typically this means that she will actually play the majority of the game while i sit with her and watch, but occasionally i'll have a go, but she'll end up with the controller as soon as a boss fight or puzzle or a mechanic i just can't seem to grasp shows up. we recently played through the entirety of the kingdom hearts series together, and this was an absolute blast of a time. i'm glad to say that i adore kingdom hearts now, and it's become one of my hyperfixations, which you might be able to tell from my icon. but we'd finished the kingdom hearts series, and we were left to move onto something else. we'd also played final fantasy 7 remake, so in my wisdom, i suggested that we play another final fantasy game.

we looked through the ff games that were already purchased on our consoles thanks to lizz's uncle, and eventually, we decided that we should play. all of them. however to start, we were going to play final fantasy xv, 15, and work our way backwards through the mainline, single-player games.

i'd heard that xv wasn't very good, but honestly, i was still quite curious. one person who i'd been following on twitter for years was pretty obsessed with the main party members, to the point where i knew their names and what-not even though i didn't have much of an idea what the game itself was about. i remember watching a video by supereyepatchwolf a few years ago about how the game sucked, but i couldn't remember much of the details, and i knew, based on my obsession with kingdom hearts, that xv had started as a different game called final fantasy versus xiiv. i don't know all the details about versus thirteen, but i do know that it was originally helmed by the creator of my beloved kingdom hearts, mr tetsuya nomura, and that after many years, the vast majority of the game was thrown out, nomura wasn't in charge any more, and the whole thing was rewritten and reworked, which sounds like a fairly rough development cycle. but so what, i don't care about gameplay. i want to play the video game with those cute guys that i see fanart of on twitter, and lizz seemed happy enough to play through it with me.

and so we started final fantasy xv. i've been told that since the game was practically dead on arrival, they threw in a bunch of new content and reworked a lot of the early game before i got my hands on it. so my gameplay started with a scene of the four guys fighting some demon dude on fire and they're all old and grotty. whatever, that cutscene ends and we're put into a combat tutorial. that's over and we're on the road in what looks to be central america, pushing a car.

our four leading lads are noctis, the prince of the lucis empire, his best friend prompto, his bodyguard, gladio, and his chef and other things, ignis. i do quite like the main four members of the party in xv. prompto is quite easily my favourite, voiced by robbie daymond of goro akechi fame and with a bunch of fun little animations and quips that make him very likeable. he gets extremely excited at the idea of riding chocobos and has what i considered the best scene of the game, where he and noctis meet on a motel rooftop and discuss prompto's imposter syndrome, since he's only part of noctis' official retinue as his best friend. noctis is a fairly typical main protagonist, he's in love with a woman he hasn't seen in eight years and needs to go marry her or something, i don't care. gladio is a tough macho man with a mullet who wears leather jackets and wields a greatsword, and is apparently only 22, which is at least 10 years younger than i assumed. ignis is a strategist and chef, who takes on the most authoritative role and constantly tells noctis to not drive his car at night. i was not a fan of ignis at the start, but he grew on me, especially with how hard the game hit me with his personal arc. the four boys are off, driving to noctis' wedding in a different country across the desert when their car breaks down. we then run into the first issue of the game.

cindy is a mechanic. she also has her ass and tits out constantly, like your sleazy uncle's shirt with a naked woman was instead semi-alive as a video game person. she fixes your car and acts fairly sexual and it's just like. why do we have to do this. aren't we over overtly sexualised women in video games who have no reason for the way they dress other than the character designer was horny? whatever, i like women as much as the next guy, but cindy's design just. makes me feel so uncomfortable.

anyways you get to do a little driving around with the boys, until you stay the night before catching the boat to your fiance. overnight, you find out that noctis' kingdom has been basically destroyed by an invading empire called niflheim, and practically everyone noctis knows, including his father, are dead. you learn that noctis and his bride to be are also assumed dead, with noctis hearing his own death announcement on the radio. the game has a bunch of added cutscenes that are actually footage from the three-hour-long prequel movie that came out after the game, are extremely hard to follow and honestly i had no idea what i was looking at. anyways, noctis' family is dead, so it's time to do some hunting sidequests.

that brings us to the combat, i suppose. rather than the turn-based or even active turn-based combat that the series is known for, xv opts for more modern action rpg-styled combat. i was, naturally, terrible at this, but i managed to get around it with the fact that. it is almost impossible to die in this video game, provided you have enough items. the game allows you so much time to heal yourself that there's practically no way to have your entire party wipe unless you're doing absolutely terrible, and even then, your party members will probably try and heal you themselves before that happens. lizz tells me that the combat is boring, you just push the same button over and over and then you win. i do appreciate that, for someone like me who is terrible at reading enemy movements, there is a giant button that pops up on screen that tells you when to push the block button, but even then i was prone to fucking it up. whether that's the bad game design or my terrible gaming abilities is up to you to decide. anyways, the game is fairly easy but has annoying combat, your teammates limit breaks will only land about 50% of the time (or never, if you are gladio) and i was still bad at it, so i didn't have all that much fun.

instead of an active levelling system, the game will only tally your character's level ups when you either make camp or visit a hotel. camping is, in my opinion, the only saving grace of this game. each time you make camp, you get to see the characters doing fun little camping activities together and just hanging out, ignis will cook up a new meal in a dramatic fashion and everyone will compliment him and eat it off their coleman's branded plates, it's just very fun. you also get to see what pictures prompto has taken, which is one of my favourite gameplay features. prompto's passion is photography, and while i support him in this wholeheartedly, his picture taking skills are, quite frankly, awful. the game will randomly take shots while you're on the move, which leaves you with a delightful selection of awkward poses, characters hidden behind bushes, pictures taken while someone is half-dead in combat, and snaps where the natural lighting absolutely makes it impossible to tell what's going on. it's hilarious and going through prompto's collection of photos each night is honestly the best part of the game. we managed to wind up with a few shots that, even despite being scripted events, turned out absolutely terrible, and i will cherish those forever.

anyways, since noctis' father and fiance are dead, that leaves him the king of lucis. the only important person to make it out of the capital alive tells you to drive to the middle of nowhere, where he randomly springs on you. hey. go into a bunch of these dungeons and absorb a bunch of swords, this is your destiny as king and how you will defeat the empire. noctis goes, uh, alright i guess, and you're set loose again to wander around for a bit collecting the 'royal arms'. this plot point wasn't explained well but hey, whatever, we're collecting the glowy swords and that's fine.

you're introduced at some point to ardyn, the main antagonist. he's old, kind of groady and wears a fedora. he's a dick to you and talks about his automobeeel. apparently my friend miri thinks he's hot, she is wrong.

i can't remember what happens specifically but you're told that your fiance is still alive and in fantasy venice, and she's talking to the gods on your behalf to borrow their powers. there's a mission where you follow some purple trees that are electric, and you do that i guess. i enjoyed riding the chocobos around, but couldn't care much for the plot at this point. ardyn leads you to a volcano, where you fight a giant lava god. he tries to step on you and i, a denizen of the internet and with an active fear of foot fetishists, was extremely uncomfortable. noctis becomes friends with foot man and a lightning god who lived in those trees, and ardyn steals your car.

very upset by this, noctis and his gang risk everything to sneak into a military base and steal it back. because this is a video game, this works out fine.

there's a little mining city which is all about Girl Power, because all the Women run the Mining Industry like Girl Bosses, and you hang around there for a bit. because all the women are so Empowered, they wear bikinis all the time with overalls over the top. gladio decides he needs to fuck off for a bit, i have no idea what he does since i haven't played the dlc, and then he comes back with another scar. you hang out with his sixteen year old sister, who has a crush on the engaged and 20-year old noctis, and then you drive her to a lighthouse. when she's in your party, she can't really fight, but she gets a pink chocobo and i thought that was very cute. we turned out own chocobo white and lizz named him 'jones' after a mount she has in ffxiv.

eventually, you have a long boat ride over to fantasy venice. this is the part where the game stops being 'fun with a few issues in combat and a rushed and poorly told story.' the open world, which was a main feature with a bunch of little areas to find where noctis can fish, little hunting sidequests and random photo spots where prompto takes touristy photos, is now gone, and it will not return for the entire rest of the game. you can 'go back in time', but the open world was the most enjoyable part of the game, and it kind of really sucks that the main story doesn't let you have any more freedom like that.

after arriving in fantasy venice, you have a talk with fantasy hillary clinton and beg her to let your girlfriend summon a god into the middle of her city. hillary agrees, and you don't get to meet up with your fiance, because even if the game is constantly telling you how much noctis loves her, there is. barely any interactions between the two in the entire game. from what i can tell, they met when noctis was a child and they haven't seen each other in ten years but are still fantasy dog pen-pals. noctis marrying her was supposed to make an alliance or something like that, but her brother has betrayed her to the army. noctis' girlfriend is also an oracle, which means she can heal people, i guess? everyone talks about how important she is and she's constantly telling people that she needs to use her powers to help noctis but she's practically a non-entity.

as can be expected of most female love interests in a game primarily focused on men, noctis' fiance is killed while summoning a god for noctis to befriend. noct gets very mad about this, and turns super saiyan and kills the god back, but his girlfriend is dead and that's super sad you guys. there's a beautiful prerendered cutscene where she says goodbye to noctis but since we barely know her, and we've only been told over and over that they're in love without anything to actually well, show this, it didn't have much of an impact. fantasy venice is destroyed, and ignis is blinded while trying to help calm the giant raging god.

iggy's blindness and how the game makes you account for this and grow to care for him was one of the highlights, in my opinion, as well as crushingly depressing. while i'm not disabled and have no right to say if this was 'good disabled representation' or anything like that, i believe that the game handles it decently enough. the group falls apart as noctis is upset about his girlfriend, gladio is extremely mad that noctis won't care for ignis, and prompto just wants everyone to get along. there's a mission where gladio constantly yells at you passive aggressive things to noctis about how he's a cunt for running, which is obnoxious, but the character arc itself is fairly strong. when you make camp, ignis can't cook anymore, so everyone eats cup noodles in a depressing ass cutscene. ignis remains in your party for the rest of the game despite his disability, and he doesn't magically regain his sight like other fantasy media would do, which at the very least i think is good. i'm not sure what the opinion of actual disabled people is of the character, considering how often disabled characters are either turned into misery porn to make the abled audience be glad that isn't them and if ignis' arc falls into this trap, but i hope that it wasn't handled too poorly, as that would just be another terrible mark in this game's list of bad moves.

the characters eventually make it to the evil empire's capital, which is abandoned and filled with daemons. the characters learn that ardyn is super evil and taught the king of the empire how to turn humans into daemons, which has now happened to the entire city. the 'magitek suits', presumed to be enchanted armour that fights as the empire's infantry, actually house the souls of the human-turned daemons. honestly i like this as a plot point but the game handles it pretty terribly. there could have been more lead up to this, the explanation is pretty lacking, and prompto's Big Plot Twist is. terribly handled. turns out that prompto was born in the empire and was going to be one of those empty soldier daemons, but he was rescued by people belonging to noctis' empire. not that the game tells you that. instead, prompto goes 'turns out i'm one of ... them' and Does Not Elaborate. The game doesn't tell you shit, not about prompto's past, not about how he feels about this, not about how anyone else feels about this either because the other party members just go 'oh that sucks, good thing you're not evil' and the scene ends. robbie daymond tries so hard to sell these terrible, terrible lines, and it almost entirely fails, i'm so sorry prompto. fortunately because i'm a nosy ass, i read prompto's wikia page and knew the plot twist ahead of time, because i don't think i would have even registered it if i didn't.

anyways everyone in the evil empire is dead and ardyn starts talking about how he's immortal and an ancient king of noctis' country but the gods thought he sucked because he's too evil. i missed most of this because the cats got the zoomies and were dashing across the couch right in the middle of his speech so i can't tell you anything else. noctis tries to get a big magic crystal to fight him and instead. gets schlorped inside.

TEN YEARS LATER

yes then ten years actually pass while noctis is asleep. the game shows this by switching the head on noctis' character model to have a beard, but that's it, no changes in animations or whatever. the sky is permanently night and only one human civilisation remains, the rest destroyed by daemons. as a plot point, this ends up feeling. extremely worthless. why was noctis asleep for ten whole goddamn years? so we can wake up and go 'damn it sucks out here'. but it's barely even a like, incentive to fix everything, because you have a long talk with a former child you were friends with where he talks about how humanity is still going fine and everyone's okay and the world has moved on without you. it feels. pointless. when you meet up with your party members, they are exactly as you left them, only with slightly different character models. there is no change in the voice performance, the character's movements or how they talk to show that they've been without you for ten years. they barely mention it. i'm just. so confused as to why they decided that a ten year timeskip was the way to go? since nothing really changes, couldn't you have made it like, two years? one year? six months?? have the characters react a little more? something??? at least if it was only a year or so i wouldn't have to deal with the fact that noctis looks like norman reedus with his shitty facial hair now.

anyways after that there's a bunch of long and boring boss fights. you fight some dead kings for some reason, your party members get a little bit to talk about how cool they are and how much they love noctis, and then you meet up with ardyn. there's another boring boss fight and god this was only a few hours ago but it's already gone from my head. you summon the gods and the old kings to beat the shit out of him after you both go super saiyan again? there's incredible music but it feels barely earned and just kind of eh. anyways, noctis dies, which was the price of using the crystal of light or whatever the fuck. his ghost marries his fiance's ghost finally, and they smile as they look at one of prompto's pictures. you can pick any picture you want to go here, and then the credits roll, showing all of the pictures you saved of prompto's shots. showing me all the pictures at the end is honestly lovely, but it really only served to remind me of how much more fun the game was in the first half. and that's the end, of final fantasy xv.

so what did i think of the story? it's terribly cobbled together and struggles to get you to feel anything and play out all the plot beats. you feel awful for the countless employees who spent years working on the beautiful cutscenes only to have them be in this game, which sucks and the story barely gets through. there were parts that i enjoyed, mostly the thing about the daemons being people, but honestly the rest of it is a mess. it's hard to follow at the best of times and just awkward and terribly written at the worst. the ending is cheap, and it doesn't feel like you've actually accomplished anything. i left that game feeling numb and empty, sad that i'd wasted so much time to end up with such a colossal failure of a conclusion.

i had fun with the game when it was my four little guys running around doing sidequests and camping together. after the midway point of the game, there's none of that, and you're bogged down into a plot that just pushes you from point a to point b and boring overlong bossfight to boring overlong bossfight. the character moments between your party are a lot of fun, but the second you hit fantasy venice, everything is pretty much on rails and you can't do anything except what the game tells you explicitly to do.

should you play this game? no lol. if anything i've mentioned about the story interests you, you'll be better off watching a lore video or reading the wiki. if you do want to play it after all that, just don't proceed after the myrthril refining quest, it's pretty much all downhill from there. will i play the dlc? unlikely, i think lizz and i will just watch a cutscene movie of those.

this game left me feeling empty and numb and not in a fun way. i wanted, so, so hard to like this game, and it all crashed around me in a beautifully overproduced and confusingly written cascade. i love you prompto, but even your cute little freckly face and terrible photography can't save this trainwreck of a game.

tl;dr - final fantasy xv sucks. i hope that 13, our next ff game, will be better.

[wicked-game-black-butler]

I've really come to love your OC Sarah - I was wondering, how would Sarah fair in our modern era? What kind of job would she have? What kind of style and hobbies would she have? ❤

Oooh, this is an interesting question! I’ve actually been mulling over it all morning, as I’ve not really considered her outside of the canon Kuro timeline. 

That being said, I approached this ask from the perspective of just dropping her into our modern era as opposed to continuing her narrative from the Victorian timeline (that would provide a very different set of answers).

As far as how she would fair, I believe Sarah would do rather well to our modern world. I’ve always seen her as being somewhat of a chameleon of sorts, always flexible and able to adapt to new surroundings and situations with short notice. Though, deep down, I believe that she would dislike the fast pace of the world around her and would often seek refuge in quieter places, whether that is a local cafe Agni owns, visiting her friends Mey-Rin and Bard at their country farm, or taking a holiday somewhere out in the more secluded areas of English countryside. She would appreciate technology, but it wouldn’t become an integral part of her life, streaming her entertainment and having a few social media accounts (which she rarely posts on) being the most involved she has become. Her friend Othello is always trying to convince her to buy and Alexa or some other smart home device, but she refuses, finding the antique housewares that furnish her and Angelina’s flat more suiting to her taste.   

The type of job she would have would depend heavily on whether or not she endured something similar to the events of Italy or not. If she had experienced a similar event, she would be heavily involved in advocacy in human rights. She would probably work for an organization such as UNICEF, with a particular interest in helping those who were victims of human trafficking. This would be her day job, of course. By nights she would work with her hacker friend, Sieglinde (and also with Othello’s IT expertise), to track down and expose those in political positions who are supporting the sex slave and human trafficking trades. If she had not experienced an event like Italy, I envision her living in a more quiet area, such as Bath (something about the historic architecture appeals to her in an almost ethereal way) where she would work as an artist. She would live in a townhouse in The Circus with Angelina, along with Angelina’s girlfriend, Nina (who would be a world renowned fashion designer). She would be the one to care for the townhouse, given that Angelina’s busy schedule as a surgeon and the fact that Nina’s shows take her all around the world, sometimes months at a time, so neither one of them can be relied on to keep the home in a livable condition.

As far as her style goes, I envision it being somewhere between boho and punk. She has a leather jacket that she wears all the time, so long as weather permits it, even though it is worn and tattered in some places. It was one of the graduation presents Vincent and Rachel had given her before they died in a car crash and she can’t bear to part with it. Her style is unique and she doesn’t necessarily conform to any strict fashion rules, anything that she likes and is comfortable is added to her wardrobe. This is what I envision for her daily look...

Also, when her art muses grip her and she’s thrown into a flurry of creativity, she can be seen occasionally wandering from the bedroom Angelina and her converted into a makeshift studio to the kitchen for a light snack or some tea, her face colored with paint smudges and charcoal, sporting a comfortable style like this...

Though, with Angelina and Nina’s help, she can clean up as well and often requests their help in preparing her for her art shows. Her style is simple, but elegant. Her attire preference hinting back to a more classical era...

Her greatest hobby is her artwork, which takes up most of her creative time and energy. And she appreciates and dabbles in all styles, techniques, and mediums, though her favorite is painting and charcoal sketches. She also enjoys reading, the classics from the 1800′s being her favorite. Gardening is a new hobby she has begun dabbling in, as she enjoys how various flowers and herbs brighten the townhouse when Angelina and Nina are away. Finny, a friend who works at a local florist, has been helping her with that endeavor, even if he can be a touch too exuberant in flower selection. 

And a bonus anecdotal note that you didn’t ask for, lol...much like in Wicked Game, for the longest time Sarah believed herself to be asexual. She had tried dating, going out with people of various different races, sexual orientations, and gender. Things would progress well for some time, until her partner wanted things to progress physically. She would do what she could to please her partner, even though such relations didn’t hold the same appeal to her as it did them, but she would ultimately end up ending things because she felt guilty and didn’t want her partner to feel as if she couldn’t give them what they needed. The breakups had been difficult, though some of them had ended well, Agni and Grell still dear friends. She had signed off romantic relationships in general until, one night when she Angelina, Nina, Agni, Soma, Ciel, Ronald, and Sieglinde went to a local pub to celebrate Ciel’s successful launch of a start up toy company, she had bumped into a man named Sebastian, and that all changed in an instant. (though I don’t know what you would call someone’s orientation if they are only attracted to demons, lol)

Thank you so much for this question! As you can tell I put an embarrassingly amount of consideration into this, but I can’t help myself. When someone asks me about my stories, I start answering and then WOOSH, a long dissertation later, I finally come down and realize the person I’m talking to got more information than they were bargaining for, lol. But thank you again for your question. I’m so humbled by the fact that you like Sarah and my story in general, especially since I have so much respect for your skillful writing. It honestly made my day to wake up to this question. So, at the risk of sounding like a broken record, thank you, thank you, thank you! 

[serendipitous-magic]

Hey!! So I read the first part of Roll for Strength a while back and I was wondering if we could get some visuals for Emmett? Like a moodboard or something, or like a faceclaim? Usually I don't like OCs very much ('cause they get in the way of byeler lol) but the idea of *mike* being the first to date another guy is so unique, at least that I've seen in this fandom, that I'm actually really interested to see how it's gonna go! And I'm interested in Emmett, he seems like a good character :)

oooooOOOOOHH! You asked about my OC and I may just love you forever.

(Referring to this story, which I’ve talked about a little before under this tag (or on mobile tap the “Mike’s bf” tag down there).)

Okay okay. Soooo, as far as what he looks like? My thoughts when writing Emmett’s appearance were along this line of thought: normally, Emmett wouldn’t really look like anything special. Like, back in Kent Seattle, a couple years ago before there was all the trouble with his dad and whatnot, Emmett would have looked like any other kid: kind of small; mousy brown hair; gangly; quiet; pretty unremarkable. In fact, he could almost have been Will’s brother or cousin. But then, after all the Drama and Bad Times with his dad went down, he started rebelling. He got more in this mindset of like, “okay, fine, you know what? I’m just gonna dress however I want and do what I want and everyone can just goddamn deal with it, since it doesn’t seem to matter if I’m careful or not so, fuck it.” 

And so, he starts doing things like getting a few piercings and painting his nails black sometimes and putting a bit more thought into his outfits (in a way that would probably get guys in the 80s (and today, actually -_- ) made fun of, since, yanno, putting effort into your appearance if you’re a dude clearly makes you gay), being a little more bold with self-expression, etc. (And because it’s the 80s, he probably started smoking as part of his rebellion, too. Don’t smoke kids.) And then right before they move, he bleached his hair from brown to blond, kind of as a “new town new me” thing. He also hit a growth spurt around then, so by the time he gets to Hawkins at the start of the school year of ‘87, what we have is a tall, bleach-blond, leather-jacket-wearing guy with piercings and a guitar strapped to his back, and at first glance he probably looks cooler than he actually is (because he is, essentially, a somewhat shy, easygoing band geek).

So... something about like this:

As far as faceclaims: the closest I’ve come to seeing a picture and being like “oh hey that looks like Emmett” has been ones like these:

And, yeah, I know. Look, the point was not to be like “let’s make him look like Troye Sivan!”, that just kind of... happened.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And the hair is a little too wavy in those pictures too but eh it’s close.

But yeah! I’m glad a few people are interested in this story, because I’m really excited to get further into it! I’ve almost never seen fanfics / HCs / what-have-you where Mike is the first one to be more comfortable in his queer-ness, Mike is the first one to have a boyfriend, Mike is the first one to come out, etc. - it’s almost exclusively Will that’s “first to the queer scene” in fanon, so exploring the role-swap is really interesting for me! 

Thanks so much for the ask, anon! I’m always happy to ramble talk about my stories / characters haha.

[renaroo]

This is so completely random, but you're very probably the only Batfam Stan that also loves the Superfam and knows the various members of both families. I was wondering, in your mind, which members of the Superfamily match up with which members of the Batfamily? Like for instance, I've always firmly believed that Linda-Mae matches up with Dick, while Karen goes with Helena. As far as Babs goes, they share her.

If I’m reading you correctly, you’re asking who roughly inhabits the same spots in the Superfam that the Batfam has, yes? It’s really a fascinating question because I think there are lots of comparisons to be made, but it’s also interesting because of the ways they don’t line up perfectly. Like there’s a big difference in their structure just by the fact that Lois is the clear matriarch of the family and almost none of the Superfam have been without a relationship with her. So getting comparisons for some positions does tend to get a little fuzzy. So, I’m just going to go through the family one by one, starting with the most obvious which is Clark and Bruce. 

Clark Kent: Obviously as the central family patriarch and the one who basically inspires everyone else to come into their own while attempting to live up to his impossible image, Clark is the most Bruce-like in comparisons. Which of course, their similarities are as strong as their differences which has been the source of their mutual respect and friendship over the decades and just make them incredibly fascinating characters to play off of each other in almost any circumstance. 

Lois Lane: In recent years Kate has kind of stepped up to be the momma of the Batfam in a sense, and to be Bruce’s equal which would be representative of Lois and Clark’s equal footing in their relationship, but Kate’s got much less of a background for this position and for obvious reasons her relationship with Bruce is nothing like Lois’. In that way I would put Lois much more as a Selina Kyle. They share a street smarts and sassiness, prefer to look out for themselves but can’t help but fall into the same circles as their romantic interests, and in most realities end up married. It’s not a perfect fit, but I would argue it on more than a few grounds. 

Jimmy Olsen: Definitely the Dick Grayson of the Superfam. Not only is he Superman’s pal, but he’s sort of the emotional bond that keeps a lot of the Superfam connected. He’s not only trusted by both Clark and Lois and inspired by both of them, but he’s also a confidante and romantic interest for Kara, was a friend to Linda, and in general is someone who is just by definition associated with Superman. It’s an iconic duo in a lesser sense than Bruce and Dick. 

Martha Kent: Originally I was going to say Pa is the Alfred, but honestly Martha Kent is most definitely the Alfred Pennyworth of the Superfamily. She is a supportive and endearing voice, full of wit, and is the first person Clark goes to when he needs advice or solace. She is beloved by all of the Superfam members and has ben denmother/actual mother to nearly all of them in one sense or another. 

Jonathan Kent: The more I think about it, the more I find that Pa is really a lot like Leslie Thompkins in Clark’s life. He has a bit of a harsher vibe to him and his disappointment is something that Clark is more conscious and fearful of, but it all stems from firm morality and a fear and protectiveness of his son. He is the guiding light for Clark’s humanity and is the sort of man that Clark tries to live up to without ever feeling he can fully achieve it. And all that despite clearly having well defined flaws of his own. 

Lana Lang: Hilariously enough, I would put Lana on the level of a far more important and far more relevant and updated Vicki Vale. Again this seems like a strained comparison (because it is) but she’s a former romantic interest and friend to Clark who loves him but also couldn’t deal as well with realizing that he is Superman or at least that he’s something beyond her comprehension. And there’s still some pining and nonsense there, fortunately Lana is with John Henry now and written much better. Speaking of which...

John Henry Irons: A less murdery and more accepted member of the Superfam than his Batfam equivalent, John Henry Irons is a lot like Helena Bertinelli in that they both were inspired by the “patriarchs” of the family, but did things in their own style and in their own ways. He relies on his background and heritage as much as Helena does and it has influenced him to where he is today. 

Kara Zor-El: An apt comparison for Kara is actually Barbara Gordon. Not only were they good friends in the Bronze Age, but they were similarly motivated. Despite both of them having just as much heartbreak and tragedy in their lives as Batman or Superman, they make the choice to not be defined by that and instead to invent their superhero identities as a way of fulfilling an obligation they feel either to law and order or to the sense of not wanting to lose their adopted new home to the same forces that took their old one. 

Natasha Irons: Is absolutely the Superfam’s Stephanie Brown for better or worse. Nat is selfmade, has a family history of criminal activity but chooses to follow her uncle and Superman’s influences instead to make herself a superhero. Despite all she achieves, for absolutely no reason that makes canonical sense to... anyone who’s read it, basically, John abruptly decides she’s undeserving of her suit and takes it from her? That causes her to make some mistakes and play into a trap by one of the family’s worst enemies and get held hostage and tortured. Fortunately she wasn’t needlessly killed like Steph, but she did come back in spectacular fashion. 

Mae Kent: Mae is a completely different character from Linda Danvers. Mostly. Kind of. So I’m going to treat them as such on this list. Mae is actually Clark’s adopted sister in the preboot and was taken in and cared for by Ma and Pa Kent. She’s fairly independent, making a name for herself outside of Clark even if they continued to have a good relationship. When Clark dies for a year, she is one of the top contenders for taking his place and becoming a surrogate Superman herself. In this way she most reminds me of Kate Kane, self-made while deeply connected to the family patriarch and sharing a family bond. 

Karen Starr: Completely depends on which version you’re going with but if you’re going with the most common, the preboot, I think Karen is the most like Harper Row. She’s a solid member of the family, but she’s also beyond the family, and it’s not in a bad sense. She’s still connected to everyone, and every inventive and set apart almost purely based on her industriousness (making her business empire!) but as much as she does team up with everyone and join frays, she’s mostly off on her own adventures these days and most of her drama comes from civilian life rather than just her time as Power Girl.

Kon-El: This is going to be so freaking controversial but here we are. If I was to pick any analogue in the Batfam for Kon it would not be his best bud Tim, but his fellow leap-before-thinking, bit of a bad boy, fellow leather jacket wearing Jason Todd. They both like coming back from the dead and having inexplicable genre jumps throughout their histories and their main angst comes from a conflict of ideals and perspectives with their parental figures. Kon also is constantly concerned with going over the edge and turning to a villain because of his “bad genes” which reminds me a lot of how Jason felt judged for growing up and being born into a situation outside of his control. 

Linda Danvers: It’s a bit of a cheat since they’re my favorite heroes I grew up with at the time, but when I think of Linda I always think of Cassandra Cain. Linda was not born into an abusive home life, but she was part of an abusive relationship and made mistakes that eventually led to a death. Unlike Cass, however, Linda’s death was her own. That was the turning point in her origins and from that point on she was led to being Supergirl out of not just a weird combining with Mae but through discovering a deeper level of morality and humanity than she had once seen inside of herself. And that became such a strong light in her life, she was even able to inspire the redemption of the very demon that had been responsible for her murder. 

Traci Thirteen: It might be a bit early to call this, but I think Duke Thomas is the most positioned in the Batfam with Traci. Traci initially was a pretty independent character who mostly worked under the “advisement” of Clark and came into her own with her own identity and style. They both have good families they lose to tragic circumstances and slowly find their place within the gaggle of other children in their families. 

Maggie Sawyer: Like I’m not saying it’s a purely lesbian thing, but it’s kind of the lesbian friend detective in the force who goes above and beyond and may or may not be a hero in their own right thing that I compare Maggie Sawyer and Renee Montoya. It’s a thing. And it’s a thing that unites them because they both have banged Kate Kane. Which is the real dream.

Cir-El: My poor sweet daughter is of course far too similar and too unused much like my other dear sweet daughter, Helena Wayne. They are both daughters of the matriarch and patriarch of the family from alternate futures that may or may not ever happen. They hold their father’s values and their mother’s attitudes and they both have awful terrible first costumes. 

Chris Kent: Even though their personalities are starkly different, there is definitely a common thread between Chris and Damian Wayne. They come from troubling childhoods and have difficulties with the concept of unconditional love. Their only aspirations are to live up to expectations and take the mantles of their respective fathers. And for as much trouble as it may cause them they stand up against the villains they fear most in the final hour even under threat of pain or death. They both have a “I choose my real family” moment with a parent that mistreats them, too. 

Jon Kent: This may seem like an odd comparison for now, but I get a Tim Drake vibe from Jon. Hear me out, there’s a lot of superhero worship and naivety about what his new superhero identity is going to bring with it. And while he’s much younger and less detectively minded than Tim, Jon draws on his knowledge of his father’s legacy as well as what he observes from his friends and other superheroes around him to creatively get himself out of jams. Not to mention he loves giving those moralizing speeches. 

Perry White: He’s Jim Gordon. Next.

Krypto the Superdog: THE ONE THAT ACTUALLY MATTERS. Ace doesn’t go out much into the field anymore so the most apt comparison here is actually Goliath the Bat Dragon. Aaaaand that’s what I’ve got. 

I hope this all made sense I had fun writing it out lol

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Hi there! I was wondering if you could do a prompt of Betty showing up to school dressed in those 50s style polka dot dresses, red lips with 50s curled hair and Juggie just completely lost of words/smitten with the her. I've been having this idea ever since his retro dream sequence.

This was a cute request! I made it a short one, but I hope you still like it! 

A/N: I’m pretty sure that homecoming/spirit week is primarily an American tradition so in case you’re not sure what it is, I left a description under the cut.

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Jughead crumpled up the Spirit Week poster, tossing it into the trashcan across the hallway before turning back to Archie to roll his eyes at the dozens of classmates strutting past them in their poodle skirts and rolled up jeans and leather jackets.

“I loathe this week,” Jughead muttered, leaning against Archie’s locker as he grabbed his books from the bottom shelf and shut the door. “Why does the Homecoming committee think that dressing up in outfits from decades of which we weren’t even a speck on our parents’ radar, shows any shred of school spirit whatsoever?”

“It’s called fun Jughead,” Veronica pointed out, coming up from behind Archie and making room for herself in the circle that was forming around them. “A word that remains to go unused in your ever-growing list of extensively useless vocabulary terms.”

“Excuse me for not jumping onto the bandwagon of senseless high school traditions,” Jughead spat, gesturing to his normal uniform of a plaid shirt and dark jeans. “But just because I chose to come to school today without my saddle shoes and denim on denim ensemble like Archibald over here doesn’t mean I have any less school spirit than I did yesterday.”

“You don’t have any school spirit,” Kevin reminded him. “Ever.”

“My point exactly,” Jughead told him, turning away from the group and crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.

“Well I think the fact that the sophomore class got the 50′s as their decade is a fabulous excuse to test out my vintage cat eye sunglasses,” Veronica pulled them from her purse, slipping the black-rimmed frames onto her head and striking a pose. “What do you think?”

“Holy Audrey Hepburn reincarnated,” Kevin gasped, a hand moving up to rest dramatically over his heart. “I’m dying.”

“Come on, Jug, it’s all in good fun,” Archie reminded him. “We could use it after everything we’ve gone through lately. Plus we get out of sixth period for the assembly so it can’t be all bad.”

“Now that’s something I can get spirited about,” Jughead admitted, smirking at Archie as Veronica and Kevin fawned over her outfit with ear-piercing oohs and awes.

“Where is Betty by the way?” Archie wondered, glancing around the hallway for any sign of his long-time best friend.

“She said something about helping her mom with some project at the house,” Jughead explained. “Cryptic and terrifying as that sounds, I’m glad they’re spending so much time together lately.”

“So am I,” Veronica agreed, her lips twitching up into a smirk as she turned to raise a mischievous eyebrow at Jughead. “Plus, I know all about that little project and trust me, you’re going to die when you see it.”

“Why do I find it increasingly difficult to trust your judgment on these sorts of things,” Jughead muttered, his brows furrowing together as he met her smile with a skeptical frown.

“No really, you’re going to thank me,” Veronica assured him, turning her gaze away from her friends to scroll through her phone as if nothing was out of the ordinary.  

“Oh so now you’re the one solely responsible for this secret project that no one else has heard of until now,” Jughead teased, picking at a chipping fleck of paint on Archie’s locker as he narrowed his eyes at her.

“Obviously,” Veronica scoffed, rolling her eyes before opening a text message on her phone and throwing her arms out to the side dramatically. “Shhh! Everyone, I just got a text from Betty. She just got here.”

“Great, she can help me at the Blue and Gold before homeroom and-” Jughead started to say, but was immediately cut off by Veronica turning his body to face the double doors that led into the school from the parking lot.

His mouth dropped open, and the world went dead silent around him as he focused on the golden-haired beauty standing in the doorway. It was as if she had been plucked straight from a 1950′s sitcom, her black and white polka dot dress swishing around her legs as she turned to greet a few of her friends at the door.

“Whoa,” Jughead breathed, his heart beating wildly in his chest as the sun shone in from the window, reflecting beautifully on her curled hair and creating a glow around her head that he had never quite seen before.

“Oh my god, she’s like a blonde Natalie Wood,” Kevin muttered from behind him, watching in awe as Betty made her way over to the group. “I love it so much.”

“Hey guys, what’d I miss?” Betty asked, her smile lighting up her entire face as she turned to face Jughead.

“Jughead was just telling us how much he hated Homecoming week,” Veronica filled her in, her eyes dancing amusedly as she observed Jughead’s bewildered expression at the sight of his girlfriend looking so made-up. “Do you still feel that way, Jug?”

“I think it’s starting to grow on me,” Jughead mumbled, his breath catching in his throat as he took in her entire look from head to toe.

“That’s what I thought,” Veronica smirked, linking her arm through Betty’s and quickly pulling her closer to Jughead. “No man can resist Betty Cooper in a vintage, one of a kind, straight out of her grandmother’s wardrobe, polka dot dress.”

Veronica pushed Kevin and Archie away from the couple to give them some privacy, leaving them to stand alone by the lockers, gaping at the other with goofy grins and fast-paced heartbeats.

“That dress,” Jughead breathed, his gaze dropping down to the silky fabric that was pulled in slightly at the waist, accentuating her curves in the best ways possible. “It really suits you.”

“Oh this old thing,” Betty brushed off the compliment, smoothing down the front of the dress with her hands and smiling up at him. “It was just sitting at the front of my closet, practically begging me to wear it today. No big deal.”

“Well you look beautiful,” Jughead told her, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and glancing down to meet her smile with one of his own.

“I think Jughead finally found his school spirit,” Archie pointed out from across the hallway, watching as Betty took Jughead’s hand in hers, leaning into one another as they laughed flirtatiously against the lockers.

“And he only had to travel back to 1956 to find it,” Veronica smirked, twirling her sunglasses around with her fingers and shrugging. “Who knew.”

Homecoming: At American high schools (and colleges) we have a football or basketball game called the homecoming game, where former students can come back and visit their old classmates/school and just reminisce. For the current students, they celebrate by dressing up in crazy outfits each day of the week that follow a specific theme leading up to the big game, which is usually on a Friday. This week is called spirit week. After the game there’s a dance, where you get all dressed up and there’s awkward slow dancing and people vote for homecoming king and queen and all that. I also think that some schools in Canada and the Philippines celebrate homecoming as well, but some of the traditions might be slightly different.