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sugarcandydoll · 1 month

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hi dolly I'm trying to enter my girly era and you clearly know a lot about it based on your aesthetic and stuff! I was wondering if you could give me some advice or tips on being more girly and hyper feminine?🩷

aww aww angel im so flattered omgg ♡🎀 but don't think im the perfect example of a girly girl cause im so messy n emotional n disorganized :(♡ but i do love pinky n glam fashion n aesthetics hehe so i can totally share some tips on that ♡👛 also pls pls remember there is no right way to be a girly girl ♡💞 those are just tips n advice from my own experience abt what makes me feel girly n happy hehe ♡👼🏼

🎀 Fashion

browse outfits on pinterest n make moodboards to find ur style hehe ♡ shein is also amazing for finding cute girly pieces for cheap!! i usually shop my pinky n barbiecore outfits from shein!! ♡ if u want inspo here is a link to my pinterest fashion board ♡ i love wearing crop tops, matching sets, cute dresses n skirts, white tights w heart patterns ♡ for my comfy n lazy day i go along with pink graphic sweatshirt w cute print on it like bambi or disney princess hehehe ♡ also get cute lingerie n pjs it's gonna make u feel like a lil princess ♡

🎀 Makeup

if ur into makeup, play with different look n choose whatever makes u feel the prettiest! ♡ my personal fav makeup look is a full face of makeup with frosty pink eyeshadow ♡ lots of white highlight on inner corners of eyes n nose tip ♡ black winged eyeliner ♡ white eyeliner on waterline ♡ cat eye faux lashes ♡ lots of blush, n too faced lip plumping gloss along with pinky lipstick hehe ♡ i also sometimes wear brown circle lenses to give that dolly look to my eyes ♡

🎀 Hair

pls pls take care of ur hair (it's smth i need to get better at cause i fried my hair w bleach) my fav hair care tip is too deep oil it w coconut oil ♡ choose a shampoo & conditioner that smells good n works for u ♡ if ur into dyeing ur hair play w colors hehe ♡ i personally loved a reddish brown and then later a light blonde on me ♡👸🏼💕 but now wanna switch things up cause blonde maintainance is getting too expensive n i feel bad wasting soo much of my dad's money on my hair :( so i might get back to like a caramel brown hehe ♡ i also love curling my hair n putting hair extensions n cute girly accessories like bows n pink barretes n huge pink scrunchies ♡

🎀 Nails

get ur nails n toes done often hehe ♡💅🏼 i love the whole salon experience of mani/pedi but since i don't work anymore n live w my parents i wanna be more frugal :(♡ so press ons are my bffs hehehe n i love putting press ons on my toes too hehe ♡ u can find a lot of cute press on nails on amazon n etsy ♡ i usually go for pink medium length nails either plain or w a cute pattern n rhinestones ♡ i sometimes love going with colors like red, baby blue, purple, n a leopard pattern too hehe ♡ my fav nail shape is coffin or stiletto ♡ but go along with whatever makes ur hands look pretty ♡🫶🏼💗

🎀 Accessories

get cute jewelery n accessories hehehe ♡🧁 i usually buy my cutesy pink jewelry from shein ♡ n i love carrying pink bags n purses ♡ my fav for school is definitely my victoria's secret's carry all pink tote hehehe ♡ i also love wearing rings n toe rings n anklets w little bells on it to jingle when i walk hehe ♡ also also i love getting a necklace w my fav fictional character's initial on it oops ♡ i also love wearing cute pink hair accessories like bows n barrettes n huge pink scrunchie ♡ or if i want my hair up i use a huge pink claw clip ♡

🎀 Smelling Good

perfumes n bodymists are the best hehehe ♡ explore different scents at shops n figure out what u like best!! ♡ my current favs are strawberry snowflakes by bbw & pure seduction shimmer mist by victoria's secret, & tease sugar fleur by victoria's secret ♡ usually go w super super sweet or fruity scents but u don't have to angel ♡🍰 florals n fresh scents are sooo cute too just go along w whatever feels the most you n the best in ur opinion hehe ♡

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togamest · 2 months

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chapter 2: umbrella beach

❝ home will always be here, unseen, out of sight, where I disappear and hide. I think dreamy things as I'm waving goodbye, so I'll spread out my wings and fly. ❞

word count: 2,904 content: gn!reader (no pronouns used), alcohol usage (kakucho drinks two rum punches which is his right), south cameo, beaching it jokes about being dead (izana's humor sucks), big tiddy bartender time. a/n: chapter two is here! this is relatively uneventful, mostly just kakucho traveling and being hit on by one of the beach bartenders lol. all the inspo for the room and the resort itself is from this villa in the philippines don't look too hard at that price tag i almost vomited when i saw it lmfao. and reader finally appears! i'm keeping them pretty gender neutral for this go around, but next chapter should be a lil spicy ;) did i mention south cameo??? he's gonna be ooc as hell and i don't care LOL. enjoy!! tags: @qichun @bajisdarling @kenpachisbrat @highpri3stess @fengxun @benkeibear @suyacho @bleach-your-panties @reiners-milkbiddies @honeybleed @mitsuwuyaa

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Kakucho barely recalls the night he left, and in addition, the entirety of the transport that led him here.

He did remember a plane, sitting next to a window with an empty seat beside him, which Izana happily took. A flight attendant had given him something fruity with rum in it, placed in front of him in a shock of red slush and a yellow umbrella on top. She’d said something close to enjoy your drink, but he hadn’t paid much attention to her response, simply nodding and taking a sip. His lips turned. It was all sugar and sweetness; but it felt good. Refreshing.

Izana smiles at him. Don’t like sweet drinks?

“No,” Kakucho says softly, taking another sip and quickly betraying his statement. He takes a moment for the slush to melt on his tongue before shrugging. “Well, alright, it’s pretty damn good.” He was never one for sweet drinks; he preferred whiskey, when he did drink, which was not often due to his past negligence. But hell, he’s on a plane on vacation. He’s allowed a few slip-ups. And one rum punch isn’t going to send him spiraling; this wasn’t a drinking binge under pressure. He was actually enjoying himself.

He’d turned his phone off, purchasing a burner on his way out of Tokyo. As the plane lifted off into the air, he could almost feel the claws of Bonten releasing from him, even just momentarily; he wondered if Rindou had told everyone, breaking his promise (although Rindou’s promises do tend to be pretty shitty in the first place) and stoking a fire. He can almost see it; Ran’s look of fake surprise, Koko’s look of real surprise, Mikey’s indifference as he wastes away at the top of a crime syndicate he never truly cared about in the first place.

He fears when he’ll have to come back. He may be dragged back, or not; either way, he’s hoping that it won’t be brutal. He can handle punishments at the hands of most of the Bonten members; hell, he could probably take many of them on himself. But he did fear them in some capacity; mostly because of how well some of them fit into the lifestyle they’d curated. It was a little terrifying seeing how easily they excused murder, or drug abuse, or using women for nothing more than pleasure. Kakucho wasn’t a prude by any means; but the way he’d seen some of them, especially Takeomi, treat some of the women they’d had at clubs put a horrible taste into his mouth.

Izana’s face comes into his frame of sight. You’re thinking too hard. They can function without you for as long as you need. Stop worrying about it.

Kakucho scoffs, blinking as he drags himself out of the spiral he’d certainly have fallen into if Izana hadn’t said something. “Probably. They’ll be at each other’s throats, I’d bet. That’s a sight I’ll miss seeing.” Thinking of Rindou with his shocking purple hair and glasses, easily a foot shorter than everyone else present, glaring up at Ran and Takeomi, Koko attempting to barter for a better sentencing, was both terrifying and hilarious. Him and Rindou had never been close, but he did happen to be the lesser of two evils. Although that wasn’t saying much, anyway.

The plane touches down so gently that Kakucho barely registers they’ve landed until he looks out the window.

He fully expects the concrete jungle of Tokyo, but instead, there’s appearances of green with the ocean spreading out to the horizon in front of him. The salty sea air stings his nostrils as he leaves the plane, Izana right next to him as he bounds down the stairs. Kakucho knows he didn’t grow up here, but he definitely feels a sense of home here nonetheless. Like how ghosts who didn’t live in one place but were culturally from somewhere else get their ashes spread there…something like that.

He breezes through baggage claim and getting to the resort is blurry; something about the driver knowing him with a wink, tinted windows making sure the glare of the sun doesn’t bother him so much, the receptionist smiling at him as he checks in, and finally, he stands in front of the door to his room. He has an extended stay for three months; Izana made sure that he booked for longer than his original two weeks. Two weeks wouldn’t be nearly enough to make him feel better.

He sucks in a breath through his teeth at the view.

Everywhere he looks, there’s a view of the sparkling blue ocean. Tropical birds perch on the windowsill, and fly off with sweet chirps as he enters, placing his bags on the floor. The smell of the sea is strong, but it smells cleaner than Tokyo; his mind is already more at ease. Izana follows him closely, flopping onto the bed. It doesn’t indent beneath him; another reminder that he’s not really here.

It’s so pretty here.

Kakucho hums, wandering out onto the porch as he lights a cigarette. The receptionist had stated this was a smoke-free resort, but Kakucho didn’t care. He was in his room, and he’s sure there’s a note on that reservation detailing who he is. Even so, he’ll pay the fee if he needs to as he takes a long drag, leaning on the window. Izana wanders over to him after leaving the bedroom, taking up residence on the chair next to him, settling in nicely as his eyes slide shut.

The sun hits his face, warm and cozy, just like the day where he’d last spoken to Koko.

For the first time in months, Kakucho smiles.

Kakucho’s sleep that night is nothing notable.

He awakens early, as he usually does, wandering down to the café for a pastry in his slides and board shorts, a Hawaiian shirt hanging off of his frame. He doesn’t bother buttoning it up; he’ll be on the beach soon enough, anyway. The pastries lined up on the table are light, tasting like sugar and cream and air as he bites into one. Izana watches him longingly, and Kakucho can’t help but chuckle.

“Missing real food, huh?”

Izana rolls his eyes.

Shut up. It’s one of the shitty things about being dead, you know. You’ll find out when you finally decide to die.

Kakucho laughs out loud at that, with Izana’s eyes glittering with humor at the jest. “Yeah, if I decide to die,” he says, gathering his things and walking towards the door to the beach, “and that’s an if. What if I just decide to live forever? Who’s gonna stop me?”

Izana doesn’t miss a beat. Rindou. Or Koko.

“Really? Rindou, my ‘good friend’? Sounds about right.”

The shorter man hums, but doesn’t comment on it. He knows better, Kakucho thinks; Rindou would sell him for a nice piece of paper if he had the means. And Koko? If he got a good enough deal…Kakucho was expendable, he knows that, even if the boys made it strongly known that he wasn’t. Their obsession into the topic only gave it away.

The sand is hot underneath Kakucho’s feet as he precariously ventures out; white sand being hot was a new one for him, but he acclimates to it quickly as he approaches one of the many lawn chairs strewn out. Sunscreen stings his nose as he removes his shirt, spraying it all over himself. Izana takes his place in the seat next to him, smirking at Kakucho’s effort of reaching the small of his back to rub in the sunscreen.

See, there’s a perk. I don’t have to wear sunscreen because I can’t get burnt.

“Wow,” Kakucho says, sarcasm dripping from his voice, “what a great perk of being dead. I’ll definitely enjoy not being burnt by the sun when I’m gone.”

The morning goes by quickly, the beach filling up with more people as the day drags on. Kakucho manages to get some sleep on the chair, before watching a group set up a volleyball net and draw out a field in front of him. They seem around his age, definitely here on their parents’ dime with the tans and expensive sunglasses and bikinis on some of the girls. One guy has a sprawling black tattoo, not unlike Rindou’s now that he thinks about it, spiraling up the side of his face and head.

After a while of watching them try and fail to successfully do a serve, Kakucho gets up to venture to the bar. Sweat makes his shirt stick to his back, so he removes it, leaving it behind. “Don’t go anywhere,” he jokes at Izana, who rolls his eyes again. Fuck off.

At the bar, the pretty bartender bats her eyelashes at him as he slides into a seat. She’s pretty, long black hair sticking to her skin from the heat, a sheen of sweat glistening along her body. Her blue bikini is working overtime to restrain her breasts that are threatening to spill out from the small cups, the bottom’s strings peeking out above her jean shorts.

“What’ll ya have, gorgeous?” she asks, her lip gloss shining in the sunlight as Kakucho’s gaze travels along the liquor bottles, “Can get ya a simple rum punch if ya want. It’s all the rage at the beach, of course.”

Kakucho nods, humming. “Sure. I’ll take two.”

She scrunches her eyebrows, as if looking around to see if he’s here with somebody. “For you and…?”

“Me and me. I deserve two of these, trust me.”

She giggles to herself as she grabs the rum. “You got a point there, pretty boy. What are ya doing here? Vacationing?”

Kakucho sighs. “Something like that. Just needed to get away.”

A hum. “Yeah, that’s what most of these people are doing. That, and using their trust fund parents’ money. Oh well, it keeps me in a job, even if they’re all a pain in the ass.”

She serves up the two rum punches with little umbrellas in them, before giving him another flashing smile. “Drink up! Feel free to come back for more.” With a wink, she wanders off to the other side of the bar, where a few middle-aged men are yelling for what’s on draft. She swings her hips as she does so, her thighs jiggling as she walks; Kakucho knows that tactic, he’s not stupid. He scoffs, grabbing his drinks, and leaving the bar. Little does she know that he’s not here for that; although her calling him pretty boy did make his chest twinge. Just a little bit.

The sand is hot underneath his feet again, having been in the shade for a few moments to lose the acclimation, and he tiptoes back to the chairs where Izana is waiting. He lifts up the drinks, smiling to himself, and—

“FUCK!”

Something hits him smack in the face, and he stumbles back, blinking in shock. His vision is blurry, but as he grips the drinks in his hands, he’s managed to not spill any of it. Thank God, because that would require another trip to the slutty bartender, and he’s really not ready to be objectified again. As he blinks rapidly for his vision to return, a figure swims in his vision, rapidly approaching him.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” a voice says. It’s feminine, middle pitch, and as his vision focuses…

He almost drops the drinks from that alone.

He barely has time to process the person in front of him before they’re yapping again, apologizing profusely as their hand grabs onto his arm, leading him back to where his chair is, sitting on the chair next to him. Kakucho’s vision finally comes back fully, and he takes in the sight in front of him. Izana has moved from the chair to stand behind him, red rage radiating off of him in waves.

All he can think of is pretty.

You’re gorgeous, hair tied up in a bun, baby hairs flying away, cheeks flushed from exertion and sweat covering your skin. Your bikini is a nice cerulean blue, matching well with your tan, gym shorts low on your hips. You’re saying something about how you suck at volleyball and you really should have noticed Kakucho was right there before you’d served, and—

He places the drinks down and grabs your hands. Your eyes go wide.

“It’s fine…uh—”

You say your name with a smile, sheepishly.

He smiles back. “Nice to meet you. I’m Kakucho. Probably not the best way to introduce yourself to someone, yeah? If you wanted to say hi, you could’ve found a…less violent way.”

You throw your head back in a laugh. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Although it did get your attention, I guess, right?” you shoot back, one of your eyebrows high on your forehead. He doesn’t respond at once, and you look back down at his hands wrapped around your wrists. “You gonna let go or do you do this to all the girls you meet?”

Kakucho’s face goes bright red, he can feel the burning as he rips his hands away, like he’s been stung. “Right, yeah, sorry,” he mumbles, and you laugh again. Your laugh is so pretty; like a wind chime. “No worries, I probably just gave you a concussion anyway. I can imagine you feel a little shaken up.”

There’s a beat of silence after you’re done speaking, and you take up the silence again. It’s clear you like to talk as you start again. “I’m gonna sit here with you if that’s alright. Feels like I should since I injured you and all that, and again, I’m no good at volleyball.”

“I’ll say,” Kakucho says, taking a sip of the rum punch, humming as the chill hits the back of his throat, “what are you guys here for, by the way? Vacation?”

You nod. “Yeah, South’s dad got us a few months here to hang out during the summer. It was either this or Rio, and South wasn’t very keen on going back. So, we decided on here.”

Kakucho nods again. “Rio de Janeiro, I assume? Who’s South?”

You point to the guy with the massive tattoo, who serves the ball and smashes it right into one of the other guys, who doubles over with a howl. South’s face splits into a massive smile as he grabs the girl next to him, pressing a messy kiss to her forehead as she giggles, attempting to push him away. He seems alright. Kind of like someone I know…

You two chat for a little longer, finding out what your backgrounds are. He thinks it’s part of a concussion test; if he can recall what he does and who he is, that’s probably a good sign there’s no brain damage. Turns out, you’re a student at one of the universities in Tokyo, studying some fancy subject that Kakucho didn’t really understand.

The sun is well past its zenith when Kakucho hears South calling for you, and he’s almost finished his rum punch when he nods at him. “Looks like your group’s leaving.”

You look over and wave, before looking back at Kakucho, smiling. “Yeah. See you around?” you ask, gathering yourself as you stand up. Kakucho nods, giving you his room number. “In case you get bored. I do have a cool patio bath thing I’ve been meaning to try out,” he says, and at your raised eyebrows, he swallows, “but no rush. Don’t want to seem weird. You just…feel like a breath of fresh air. Sorry if that’s a little weird.”

Your eyes shine as you smile at him. He wishes he could take a picture of you like that, frozen in time, happy.

You run off, joining South and the others as they wander off the beach, their things in tow. He watches you until your group is specks on the horizon, wandering back to the other side of the resort from him. He’s not sure you’ll come see him later, but the thought of you doing so makes him feel a little giddy.

In all honesty, Kakucho isn’t sure what he’s feeling, but it’s not just a friendly stranger feeling of meeting someone new. No, there’s something else. his chest feels tight, unusually tight as he sips his second rum punch, the alcohol loosening him up. Izana says nothing, taking up the spot you’d left on the chair again, staring off into the ocean.

Something fated, something that feels meant to be about all of this. Stars aligning and whatnot.

Whatever it is, he is certainly not ready for what is to come.

divider credit: @/benkeibear for the mdni banner and the gradient dividers!

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#kakucho x reader #kakucho hitto x reader #hitto kakucho x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #ari's autographs

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tired-demonspawn · 9 months

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ok i wanna put this lil fiona and cake theory/vibe-i-got out there so in the extremely unlikely case it becomes real i can claim i called it and have receipts

(written as of prismo the wishmaster being the latest ep)

anyway

so what i assume will be the plot of the next few episodes is them goin thru universes, trying to find an ice king crown so simon can become a magical lunatic again

now what i propose is that they find some sort of AU crown and/or the fact that simon wont be fighting the effects this time makes it so basically the fruity-ass simon we see in the trailer-

(the fruity-ass simon in question)

-is what our favourite depressed husk of a man becomes

or at least something close to him/"the ice prince" since based on the background and overall vibe of the place in the shot that is most definitely either an AU simon theyll meet or hes a part of some dream sequence

now why am i proposing this?

short answer: i think it would be neat

long answer: we all know he's not going to just end up the same old ice king, not that that wouldnt also be an ending but yknow thats just depressing innit

(+i really dont think the entirety of his character so far was that much of a wet cat so we would feel happy he got magic dementia again)

what realistically is prbly going to happen is either:

what im proposin(aka altered ice king/prince),

he accepts himself and his life as is(aka wont become ice king at all),

or a secret 3rd thing that im too dumb(or i mean i have only seen 4 eps so far, anything could happen) to even conceptualise (maybe something to do with bettygolb? who knows really, shes a god of chaos now, it would be on brand)

of course what would also be neat and in my opinion could very much happen is that he does become some altered ass ice mf, but only temporarily and once back to human again he has like a new understanding and taste for life and therefore even if fionna and cakes dimension is still linked to his sorry dome it will become magical again cuz hes found the magic in himself or something like that

(in short a combo of my moot and the other option)

i dunno just a silly lil idea/feeling i had

do understand im proposing this only as a lil fun idea and a "well wouldnt that be neat" and as mentioned above if it turns out to be correct i will have receipts of calling it

feel free to expand upon it further tho! :)

#adventure time fionna and cake #fionna and cake #adventure time #fionna and cake theory #simon petrikov #ice king

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strangerfigs · 2 years

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Mike's bedroom is Gay™ (+ a VIEW MASTER SIGHTING)

So, I have so many more pressing things to do, but I have noticed some things in Mike's bedroom that I haven't seen anyone point out yet.

We all know about the huge ONE WAY sign pointing to the closet, which is seen in the background, even when the camera is focused on Mike, reading the letter (also the closet is behind him) AND the rainbows are in focus on the bottom of the letter. BUT IM NOT HERE TO POINT THAT OUT AS I KNOW ITS ALREADY BEEN DISCUSSED PLENTY but I did still need to mention it...

ANYWAY. Onward... I'm going to do this in parts because there are actually a few different elements I'd like to point out.

Number 1 being ~ The Male Body ~

Alright, so Mike has a Conan the Barbarian poster. Which yeah, there is also a female, but the center display is male, and he's barely wearing any clothes, and I just wanted to include a better look at the poster to show just how ~ graphic it is.

Then we have this (2):

Which yes, maybe (!) it's not human, but it HAS A MALE BODY, AGAIN. He's literally JACKED! (And also just a small thing I'd like to point out for funnies is that it looks like a wizard (?) is casting a fireball on him lol). Anyways, it's SUS. It's a little fruity. IDK like I'm not a guy, and I know guys sometimes do have stuff like this but IDK with all the other evidence, it seems ~~~ like there is probably more to it.

ALRIGHT onward again. To the optical illusion poster in Mike's room.

Maybe this means nothing but I just think it's fun because Optical Illusions mean distortion of perception. HM. Sounds like this could be about there being deeper levels to Mike's character than what we "See"

Then, following the same sort of theme, Mike also has a mask in his room:

Indicating that again, maybe we aren't seeing everything due to him wearing a mask.

And then my absolute favorite thing I found in his room, probably and something I almost did not notice...

A VIEW MASTER !!!! A BYLER CODED OBJECT!!!!!!!!!!!! Interesting that they placed this here, and didn't place anything that really links Mike to El.

And I don't think this next one means much, but in The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance (2019) which is supposed to to be a prequel features 2 gay dads

Also just for fun.

There is Will's DRAWING! And also, there is a lil poster that says "Escape Fun City" and I can't find anything in relation to what this is from?? But I think it's so interesting because of all his Spotify songs about running away, etc.

I also just love that he has /dollar bill/ hung up? LOL. Like. WHY? I'm so intrigued by that tbh. Mike Wheeler, you're a weirdo. And also gayyyyy.

#mike wheeler i know what you are #byler #mike wheeler #stranger things

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borgorbelly · 1 year

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HELLUVA BOSS S1E8: Queen Bee [MY PERSONAL ANALYSIS/OPINIONS]

hoping these two become the “unlikely” opposite super bestie duo

despite Loona’s guarded persona taking Bee’s tone over her words I really have hopes that they’ll grow closer.

LETS DECONSTRUCT SOME FACIAL EXPRESSIONS SHALL WE?

sorry for low quality first pic lets just dive in

okay wait but can we talk about how crisp their facial expressions are? like idk im amazed at how expressive they are for lil animations *sob*

OKAY so as @bibluebutterfly so perfectly highlighted it in a post that wont let me link for whatever reason so im using a screenshot:

I may be reading Beelzebub wrong but I think she’s pretty genuine. Tone-wise she comes off bitchy but I think that has more to do with her character design being the “HBIC” or popular party girl. Her words matter more than the tone of voice they come off in IMO, and during the episode her words and actions show kindness and genuineness (is that a word?).

Her sin is gluttony, so she’s for funsies, for what you want. Throughout the whole episode we see Beelzebub being pretty much a perfect hostess, making sure everyone is okay and having a good time. Bee also alerts Loona of Blitz not doing well - which, lets be objectively honest here- anyone would want someone to do if their loved one is clearly not okay at a party. So W for Queen Bee on that one.

the only time she gets “spicy” so to speak is when Loona took her words the wrong way and got spicy first. She also is shown apologizing to Tex for being that way toward Loona. though i do hope we see a future scene where they acknowledge this and it sparks their friendship or something.

I do think that the “spat” between Loona and Bee was just a simple miscommunication. Loona took Bee’s words differently than Bee meant them. Beelzebub literally meant Blitz was “not okay” emotionally/on an energetic level. NOT that he was a “not okay” kind of guy. and, at no real fault of her own, Loona took it in a hostile way because of her traumatic history. She’s looking for threats everywhere as a safety precaution, and is being self destructive in the process.

I’ve been seeing discourse about the lack of dimensionality to the writing of the female characters and while it didn’t originally cross my mind i do totally agree and want to acknowledge that here. i’m praying that they’ll fix it by giving us a beautiful friendship between Bee and Loona that is vulnerable and multidimensional and fulfilling. maybe even a lil fruity lmao. i love Tex and Bee together tho don’t get me wrong, i’m just musing atp.

also honorable mention to this post by @stolitz-is-endgame that for some reason again i can’t link:

okay so that wasn’t really an analysis of the whole episode, just of the parts that’ve been taking up so much of my brain space. but yeah those are my thoughts. apologies if im just saying things everyone thinks/knows i am just excited and love this show and cant hold in my thoughts any longer.

pls if you have anything to add leave a comment!

#helluva boss #helluva boss season 1 episode 8 #loona helluva boss #beelzebub helluva boss #OPPOSITE BESTIES #helluva analysis #helluva critical

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sillyguydanny · 1 year

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hugo masterpost or something

hi i’m representing the treasure island fandom with this one /j

anyway welcome to hugo lore drop for @smallartistocbracket

under the cut bc it’s a LOT

Hugo Melgaard. Former servant to the Danish royals. Snarky and hostile to all unknown to him. Usually a quiet person. Not married.

(gay lil man 😧)

Hugo Mikkel Melgaard was born February 16th in Copenhagen, Denmark to a single mother in poverty. When Hugo was 5 years old, the Danish royals took him in as a servant, where he would serve for the princess. While working for the royals, the princess would constantly flirt with him, his discomfort in this made him slowly hate his job. The main thing keeping him from quitting was his friend at the time, Emil Frederiksen, who was also a servant for the royals. He treated Hugo with the most respect, making him somewhat enjoy his job again.

It was like this for a good 20 years of his life. Him and Emil remained good friends, although Hugo did develop a crush on him over the years. They adopted two pet rats together, Roddrik and Astrid. Soon after adopting the rats, Emil and the king sailed out to sea, where Emil was killed by the king as he was seen as suspicious. When the king returned to Denmark, he told Hugo that he had fallen overboard. This caused Hugo to go into a deep depression. He then made the decision to run away from the kingdom to a nearby dock, taking Astrid with him. He then boarded a ship and fled the country.

^this is still a wip but i wanted to include it

Once the ship landed, he found himself in a port in England. This is when he began to get nervous, since he didn’t know any English and he had heard how his ancestors were vikings and would pillage and steal places in England. So he didn’t say anything to anyone for a few months. Until one day, when Hugo was 26, he was caught stealing food from a ship in the harbour by the ship’s captain. Only then, he began praying in Danish in front of the captain. Before he broke down in tears, the captain began talking to him in Danish. He then mentioned to Hugo that he could teach him English, as long as he would be cabin boy in his future voyages. He agreed, receiving a notebook from him to practice writing English. He would eventually use this notebook to write down any feelings he had, since he was terrible at identifying emotions and mentioning emotions to anyone. He hated talking to people.

One topic in his notebook that he would bring up constantly was his love life. He would talk about men that he found appealing. This would cause him to feel embarrassed to leave his notebook anywhere by itself. He soon grew to hate being a cabin boy as well, associating it with his previous job. It was only then where he would begin doing nothing to help the ship and becoming more hostile to anyone that approached him. He soon became a loner on the voyage, only really talking to the captain, whom he saw as a kind of father figure.

ok this is the part where i include links to both the first art i did of him and his spotify playlist 😨😨

spotify playlist:

first art post of him lolz:

#small oc bracket #treasure island 1988 #treasure island oc #ostrov sokrovishch #silly lil man #hugo sweep fr #a win for him is a win for all undiagnosed autistics #hugo art posting

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meirimerens · 2 years

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do you have any thoughts about the Mistresses... i would love to hear your thoughts on the Mistresses

god do i (faints)

i'm gonna structure this like a collection of short headcanons because while i Think A Lot i got a lil eyestrain which is making hard for me to focus but you're getting stuff regardless

I have mentioned some stuff about katerina [here] because she's so special to me. other things i think for her:

i think she played instruments when she was younger. I'm thinking piano and harp? she stopped at some point, but when she met Victoria and heard her play the piano, she started wanting to play again. she did feel like it was a bit of a... "i can do that too", maybe a hint of jealousy, but Victoria didn't see it like that, and encouraged her to keep playing regardless. after Victoria's passing, Katerina started wanting to play the piano For Real in a way to fill the "blank" left by Victoria (her whole Problem in the games is that she's trying to fill the blank left by both and failing) but her declining mental state made it so playing any instrument was torturous and rang horribly aching

in my heart of hearts i know she needs to dance.... I've mentioned in the post i linked how i think she attempts to cozy up with the herb brides, & i truly think she needs to Dance like a maniac. pacing the halls of the residence. arms flailing running everywhere. petticoat slippin. jabot waving everywhere. necklaces and bracelets clanking. you know it yourself.

she catches me as a woman who doesn't eat very fancy. i think she has an inclination to eat very bland plain foods almost as "repentance" (for what? i don't think even she knows). drinks water with lemon. tea no sugar no milk. plain potatoes. i don't think she always was like that but i do think it came about after the other mistresses' passing.

victoria:

piano player it's so true. of course it is.

also into weaving, a knitting a little bit. i think she wove tapestries & i think some are dispersed a bit all across town (the Patterns of p1? the patterns you know the patterns? i think she wove some of these)

sang a little... i think Anna is haunted by chants of hers and it drives her nuts bc Anna lost her voice so hearing that makes her on edge

i think doves & pigeons flocked to her... i do i truly do

i think she loved waltzes and waltzing itself. i think very few men actually asked her to dance bc she was pretty tall (i think canonically around 6 ft tall) so she was intimidating but she did... she did

more of a floral+fruity tea type of woman. floral/fruity teas and infusions.

she does hauntings mostly related to sound: piano playing by itself, footsteps, singing voices, etc; & to moving objects, especially swaying curtains, her necklaces & rings appearing in places they were not, her shoes popping up by the doorways... things like those

nina:

organ player i know she was I KNOW SHE WAAAAS like sickass organ player

despite her being spooky scary and impressive i think her mellow side appeared when it came to kids, but not necessarily her own; for example i think (& this was implanted in my mind from someone so thank you. you were so so right) she started teaching notkin how to read when it came up that he couldn't.

she would have loooved tango and flamenco if she knew of them. i don't think she did formally but i think she danced inspired by them (i think the mistresses either danced or should dance... have you gotten it yet...)

very into plain teas, like sensha, gunpowder, earl grey, English breakfast... very strong teas no milk no sugar, not out of deprivation like katerina but because she just likes it like that

i think crows, ravens and lizards flocked to her. i know they did. victor would go up for an embrace and a salamander for crawl out of her sleeves. (if you fuck with the vision -> the stamatwins attached to this side of the Kains because salamanders/lizards.... that's their thang)

most of her hauntings are weather-related: sudden storms, winds, lightning strikes... + breaking mirrors, falling glass.

she loved to take women dancing in her youth... very forward about it

revolving them all in my mind btw

#ring ring (answers)#anonymous #pathologic headcanons #katerina lore #victoria lore #nina lore

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shinebrightlikeanarwhal · 2 years

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If u have any random plots about Shige and his boyfriends feel free to share pls

(Im so sad and miserable that I never find ANYTHING about Shige and Yamabe, I found a Shige×Ken fanfic but not a Shige×Yamabe one for god's sake. If u know any fanfic of them I am accepting links btw)

Also: Shige as the god of love or the god of spring for no reason other than his trademark color being pink

I’m not even gonna lie, I haven’t read much fanfic lately.

I’ve been an absolute menace irl and haven’t had time yo enjoy any fics ;0; for anything!

Tumblr is being subjected to my stranger things kick after they showed me pretty brunette boys being fruity ;0;

Not to mention tiktok knows no peace now that I can draw again and have been posting Lego Monkie Kid and Batman Stuff lmao-

Shige being a cute lil flower. Always smelling nice but he picks the floral scent by the day. Clothes made of oversized petals~

#narwhalspeaks #ask #ask box #narwhal answers

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salaciousslut · 5 months

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A lot of my playlists are very long and jumbled lil messes. Lemme make a proper playlist and when i stop being so shy, i'll send you a link to it? ☺️

I just think you'd sound cute drunk, plus i think ive just wanted to drink these past few days and maybe i wanna get drunk with you. I become a bit bolder when im drunk. But i bet you'd look so cute looking at me after i call you puppy<3 im not someone who thinks brats should be disciplined either, i feel like subs get bratty cause they either want more love and attention or they wanna be roughed up a bit, sometimes its both<3 and you are a good puppy<3 so good<33🥰

You better be crying when you need to! No need to bottle up feelings when its better to express them ☺️ and i got you on the log accountability for sure ❤️

!! Youre in two campaigns??! Thats so fucking cool!! I'd love to play d&d with you, I had a discord campaign like two years ago and my old friends went crazy over the fact that i would change my voice to be in character 🤭 but i like to practice the range in my voice d&d and monster prom came in real good for that back in the day hehe ☺️ youre too cute omg<3 i wish i could smell your perfume!! That sounds like it smells nice :0 do you have a favorite perfume?? ALSO YUZU IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE CANDLE SCENTS!! Im literally crazy abt candles i know the proper way to care for them and it feels a little silly how much i care about candles but i just love them. I care enough to also always check the candles that the ppl in my life have to see if theyre essential oil based bc fuck paraffin based candles they are not the best for ppl or animals :( and i get you on fruity and clean smells!! Im also just insane and i used to play with fire for fun so i love burning wood smell!

Green was my fav color growing up!! I hated DHMIS bc of the "green is not a creative color" bullshit. Its still pretty up there but royal purple is my color, not even just ok favorites. Royal purple is low key a lucky/spiritual color for me. Sleepy girl who likes walks and cuddles<3 lemme come over to cuddle! Also how tall are you? 🫣 you dont gotta say if you dont wanna, im 5'7" (short king i guess lmao)

omg yes!! ill make one for you too!! i love sharing music! i just take a bit of time listening to new music bc i have to be in the right mood!! but i love music

i wanna get drunk sooooo bad!! im going out momday after my exam and now i wont stop thinking of u with me!! i love bold and i become bold too!! and very giggly and very fun!! and im not super bratty, i just like attention!! so it all works out for me 🥰

im working on being better at expressing my emotions actually!! i always bottle it in but im trying my best!!

yes i love dnd!! i have one online campaign that i play with friends from tumblr and then one in person campaign with people from school!! and you change ur voice omg i have to hear it!!!

yes i loveee my lil dolce and gabana light blue! i have a dupe for it sooo its really nice and affordable!! that or under the lemon by replica! smells like yummy lemons!!

i love candles too!! i try to tale care of my candles but sometimes i get a lil lazyyyyy but i know i should be better. see i love playing with wax! i loved dipping my finger in wax and playing with the candle so i feel u

i but u look amazing in royal purple too!! im 5'5! but i love my short kings hehe!! ur perfect height!!! 😘

#ci answers #butch my beloved

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alexibeeart · 2 years

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#RSS #feed #Neocities #internet bee #link #update #automated #queued

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woos-lil-oreo · 3 years

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Bambi

Pairing: Jung Woo Young x Female! Reader

Word Count: approximately 3.5k words

Warnings: 1920s/Modern Day Speakeasy!AU, Jae-hee being a flirtatious hoebag (I swear @joongsprincess and I depict her as very loyal, she's just outspoken), alcohol consumption, Jae-hee has a mommy/noona kink, cursing/swearing, marking, slight oral fixation, slight power dynamics, Dom!Wooyoung, mentions of saliva, facefucking, deepthroat, slight cockwarming, UNPROTECTED SEX (please wrap your peenie weenies ✨)

Author's Note: Thank you to @woowommy , @yunhofingers , and @joongsprincess for bouncing ideas and helping me with this AU. LOVE YOU GUYS 💕💕💕💕 THIS FIC IS NSFW!!!! If you are uncomfy, please do not read! If I miss anything, please tell me. There is a definition for the term used for the AU. The smuggling will still be illegal, but it will be a modern day Speakeasy.😌 Don't be rude, leave an ask and say hi. Don't steal, drink your water and enjoy my dirty lil harlots 😉

The overview/synopsis for this AU is linked here!

Taglist: @joongsprincess @shusan @ceopjy @yunhofingers @woowommy

Intro and Masterlist ✨

Speakeasy: An illegal 1920s club that moves almost anything (drugs, alcohol, guns, etc.) through it during the Prohibition Era, where alcohol was illegal.

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Looking at yourself in the mirror, you donned a halter top made from an embossed velvet material with the outlines of the designs are created with a beautiful and decadent gold stitching along with a matching skater skirt.

The look is completed with a pair of chunky black platform heels that were decorated with black rhinestones. You honestly look amazing. Breasts sitting nice and high, legs looking longer than what they are. The skirt gives you a little boost of ass from the back, so you turn around and look back at it.

Jae-hee walks into your room and makes her presence, as usual. “Oh shit! Look at you, looking all fuckable, damn. Give me a little spin.” She says, hyping you up. “Baby, I do one better.”

You strut toward the other side of the room while spinning in between strides and stop. Your rock your hips from side to side a couple times and run your hands down your thighs to your knees, throwing back for a real one.

No, seriously! Jae-hee was hyping you up the whole time. Now she’s standing behind you while you twerked with a couple hundred one-dollar bills falling like snow in the room.

You both stand upright and laugh off your asses from the previous shenanigans and start to pick up a couple bills and give them to Jae-hee. “I’m going to finish getting dressed so my sexy can keep up with your sexy.” She says while running back to her room.

~45 minutes later~

You both are at the infamous speakeasy Twilight Noir. This place is notorious for its fantastic customer service, intricate yet intriguing drinks and cocktails, and last but certainly not least, the performances.

Everyone comes from far and wide to see the cabaret live with a classic Scotch on the Rocks, a fruity Sangria, or a simple Martini. As Jae-hee leads you to the entrance, you look around the hall. Pictures and promotional posters of the club’s headliner decorate the walls.

“Jung Woo Young Performing this Weekend!”

“Woo Young’s Back at it Again!”

“One Night ONLY! Jung Woo Young Performing Pick It Up feat. ATEEZ!!!”

Jae-hee planned this whole thing, her idea and her idea alone. Jae-hee wanted to “something nice” for you… Whenever she says things like that… she’s up to some bull shit that she also says “is beneficial for you.”

She bought your outfit tonight, even though you said you had it. She drove you here even though you can drive yourself and follow. She got a plan, and you never know how you always get caught up in these scenarios, but it’s not like you ever complain about it.

You two arrive at the entrance, and Jae-hee knocks three times on the metal door. A slot opens, revealing a pair of brown, intimidating eyes. “Do you listen to other groups?” He asks. Rude, much? A little hi, hello, how ya doing would have been nice…

Jae-hee responds back flirtatiously with “8 Makes 1 Team, baby.” The man at the door rolls his eyes, closes the slot door, and opens the door. “Always such a pleasure to see you, Hongjoong.” She laughs.

“When? When you’re trying to get in my pants or not?” Hongjoong replies with a smirk on his face. “Both, when I’m not already in your boss’s pants.” She slyly says and leaves, sending a kiss in his direction. Hongjoong laughs and returns back to his position at the door.

“Yeosang, oh how I missed you!!!” She screams out to hug the poor boy at the host’s booth. He’s beautiful with light brown wavy hair, dressed in a black shirt with a white polo collar, black jeans, and black platform dress shoes. “Hi Jae-hee, back so soon?” He says happily.

“Where would I be, if not here with you, waiting on a table?” She asks with a sensual tone. “In the back, over Jongho’s desk. Now, stop before he breaks my neck like one of his apples.” Yeosang retorts back while placing some menus he retrieved from other tables in the booth’s cubby hole.

“Are you gonna introduce me to your friend?” He asks. “Who do you think I am? Y/N, this is Yeosang, he’s the host here, and someone who managed to turn down the Jae-hee Charm™.” Jae-hee introduces.

You exchange your hand to Yeosang, and he shakes it with a firm grip on your hand. When he lets go, he loosens his grip and brings your hand to leave a light kiss on the back of your hand, causing you to blush.

He then leads you and Jae-hee to the designated table and moves his hand to the small of your back in a friendly manner to move you to your chair. You adjust yourself in the chair while Yeosang walks over to the bar to grab some water for you two.

He places small square napkins on the table and puts the glasses of water on top, returning back to his post for the next set of patrons.

As you wait on the server for your table, you start to take in the ambiance of the speakeasy. The lighting is soft from the candles in the center of the tables and the lamps on the wall.

The stage is easily the brightest thing in the room. The smell of the club is fantastic; it smells like sex. Not like sweat, balls and coochie, though. There’s just this aura that oozes sex appeal. An aphrodisiac… if you will.

Before you could analyze any more of the scenery, another male walks towards the table with fresh menus in hand. “Hello, my name is Seonghwa. And I’ll be your server tonight.” He smoothly says his greeting that has been perfected from the many guests he has taken care of.

“How about every night?” Jae-hee says, taking her menu while grazing her hand on Seonghwa’s. “Jae-hee, can you not be a whore every time you take me out?” You say jokingly. “Well, if I don’t… who will?” She retorts back. Touché. “What can I get for you two beauties?” Seonghwa asks, notepad ready and pen in hand, and what are you good at doing? Blushing.

You both place your orders, and he descends to the bar. When he returns with your appetizers and drinks, the lights dim to where your attention is brought to the stage.

The soft guitar chords from the beginning of “Bambi” by Baekhyun plays. A spotlight beams on Mr. Headliner himself appears on the stage. Wooyoung is sitting on a chair, dressed in a white button-down shirt, a black tie, a pair of black slacks, Converse sneakers, accented with a black suit coat and a black fedora. He starts with his hand is holding onto the brim, covering one of his eyes from view.

As he glides across the stage, his moves were so smooth yet precise as he hit every beat. The fluidity and ease he possesses is unmatched in almost everything you have seen. He began to do his signature of walking through the stage, interacting with the crowd.

Little do you know, or should I say, because Jae-hee planned this, something’s up. She is flailing her arms around, poking at you in the background, like someone giving you a pair of bunny ears as a photobomb.

Wooyoung goes to walk in your direction, and based on the rest of the interactions he had, he’s coming over to flirt and tease with his newest victim. He spins and does a two-step shuffle towards you and turns your chair.

You look down to avoid eye contact, but Wooyoung takes his hand and lifts up your head to look at him. He takes off his hat and covers the side of your face to hide the upcoming actions from the crowd.

I guess he has a freestyle piece in his choreography because he was over here for a long time. He moved his head to your ear, bit the lobe, and kissed your cheek, all while rubbing your upper thigh on your skirt. He moved away from you, whose cheeks were warm and eyes were glazed.

He winked at you and moved back to the stage to finish the most climactic piece of the dance. He was awarded a round of applause and standing ovations. He bowed in the middle of the stage and clapped a few times to the audience.

He receives a microphone from Mingi. Jae-hee said that he handles everything on that stage, all from the tap of his boards backstage. Lighting, pyrotechnics, music, everything. Anything stage-related, he’s your man.

“Thank you so much for coming tonight! I had so much fun performing Bambi, and I hope you all enjoyed the experience of it as well. Enjoy the rest of your night.” Wooyoung says and comes down toward the floor and thanks to the people he involved in the performance personally while people start to clear out of the … except for you.

“Jae-hee, I think I have been forgotten.” You turned to Jae-hee, who is downing her fourth or fifth shot of tequila. “Nope. There’s a -” Jae-hee holds her chest as if she had to burp. “There’s a plan.” She says with a bit of a slur.

You prepared to ask what she meant, as if on cue, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see Wooyoung and another young man behind him. Jae-hee, who is now completely drunk off her ass in a now-empty speakeasy, proceeds to scream out, “Hi Jongho! I miss you, baby!” She stands up out of her chair, knocking it over, and walks over to Jongho.

“Come give your noona some sugar.” She throws herself on Jongho, who catches her because she completely missed her target.

“Hi, baby.” Jongho says, moves her on his other arm, then turns to you and extends his hand. “Hi, I’m Jongho, one of the owners and this drunk lady’s boyfriend.” He says to you.

“Surprise, BITCH!!!” Jae-hee loudly yells. “See, babe? Secret told you I could hold.” She says while poking him in his chest. Wooyoung is watching the whole interaction, trying to not burst out laughter and roll on the floor.

Jae-hee never told you she had a boyfriend, but you are totally happy for her. Before his hand falls off, you shake his hand and wish him luck. “Thanks. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go and sober her up.” Because she would tip over if she even attempted to stand, Jongho grabbed her thighs and lifted her up as if she was a baby, and take her to the back.

“YES, PLEASE!!! Sober Mama up! Come on… take Jae-hee’s Cookies, I won’t tell!” Jae-hee yells, hands completely in the air and legs wrapped around Jongho’s torso. You hear “TAKE THESE COOKIES!!!” progressively get softer and a loud smack. “Ow! You can go harder than that! Punish your mama, baby!” Jae-hee screams out. You and Wooyoung burst out laughing as they go down the hall.

“So, did you enjoy the show?” Wooyoung says, stepping closer to you. You look down, feeling your cheeks warm up, and look back up at him to say, “Yeah, I did. You had some nice moves up there.”

“Oh really,” he replies back. “I think you could do a better job, though.” You cockily respond. “Oh? Well, why don’t you hop on stage and show you could be the next headliner of Twilight Noir?” He dares. “How bout I do?” You walk up to the front of the stage, grabbing a chair on your way up.

He plays some music on his phone. Something sensual with a little bit of a trap beat. You start to feel out the beat, and you see him pull up another chair and sit down with his legs spread open.

You stumble a little before the routine even started due to the mental image your body took of your front view, but you quickly recover and start. As you continue the freestyle around the chair, you move gracefully yet sexily on and off the chair. Wooyoung could feel a noticeable tent form in his dress slacks, but he didn’t dare move. You finished by straddling the chair and spinning your head around to dangle your hair as a curtain and look back at him.

Wooyoung stands up and applauds while walking up to you. “That was great, but there are only two things: you were a little messy, and if you look down, you’ll see the other one.” You squint your eyes in question, and you look down to see Wooyoung having a hard-on from Hell. That happened in a matter of minutes???

“What do you want me to do about that?” You say to him. He gazes into your eyes, a smile slowly dropping from his face. You do the same to him and can see that his pupils are blown. You break eye contact to look at his lips and look back at him.

He leans in and kisses you softly. You reciprocate the action and run your hands through his blonde and black hair. One hand moves to your waist, and the other moves behind your thigh and lifts your leg to his waist, dragging the heel up the back of his leg.

At this point, you two can feel the junction of his tent and your core. You are now standing on one leg, and the other is wrapped around Wooyoung’s waist, arms wrapped around his neck with one hand on his shoulder blade and the other grabbing at the roots of his hair.

Wooyoung pulls back to look at your eyes, touching your forehead with his own. You both are breathing hard, exhales entangling with each other, as you are taking in the position y’all are in. You can feel the hard member poking at your cunt, waiting to be released from its confines.

“I don’t want Yunho to come in here and have my ass for screwing on his stage. Can we take this backstage?” He asks, kneading your ass. You are still slightly heaving, but you manage to shake your head yes. “Yeah?” Wooyoung confirms as he grabs the back of your other thigh, causing you to straddle his waist and him to carry you to wherever he chooses.

As he tries to look ahead behind your head, you begin to kiss down his neck, leaving little love bites and an accidental hickey on his collarbone. The suction from the hickey also made Wooyoung drop you in surprise. After all of your beautiful torment for the duration of the journey to his dressing room, you are finally there, and he sits down, with you on top.

“So, you said that I was messy?” You ask, standing up to kneel in between his legs. “Just a little bit,” he says, pinching his fingers for emphasis. “Really? Any pointers on cleaning that?” You say, unzipping his fly and pulling out his penis.

“Well- Ahhhh fuck…” he drawls out as you take the tip in your mouth. You can taste the sweet and tangy pre-cum moving on the back of your tongue as you apply suction. Wooyoung closes his eyes, trying hard not to grip your hair and just push you down; he just wants to let you do what you do.

You stop sucking and proceed to lick the underside from the base on up, making Wooyoung shiver and open his eyes. You replace your mouth with your hand and manually jerk him off while looking at him. “What are you doing?” His glazed eyes are now on your hand, which is working his length, and his fist at his side. “Being messy.” You say with an evil glint.

Wooyoung was already a ticking time bomb from the little show you put on earlier. It was absolutely immaculate, with no mistakes or slips, for that matter. He only said that your moves were messy to mess with you. What person that can do more than a two-step likes to hear they have sloppy moves??? I’ll wait… Exactly.

Wooyoung grabs your cheeks and brings his face down to you. “You think you’re slick, buttercup?” He loosens his harsh grip to move his thumb across your lower lip and in your mouth. You immediately start to suck his thumb to the point where saliva falls out of your mouth and down your chin.

“Pumpkin, don’t make a mess of my hand. Put that pretty mouth of yours to better use.” He wipes your chin and brings your head back to his still-hard member.

You take ahold of his dick with your hand to steady it when you hear, “Ah-ah, no hands, baby.” You open your mouth and slide it in, bobbing your head up and down while rubbing your tongue around the tip. You keep at this for a minute, and Wooyoung getting tired of the anticipation slowly building and idling due to the constant pace you have.

“Hold on, babe.” Wooyoung grabs the sides of your head and forces your head down your throat. You grab Wooyoung’s thick thighs as leverage as your gag reflex tries to activate. Your spittle and drool down his shaft until his grip gives. You lift off his penis, gasping for air and chest heaving. “Are you okay? I Didn’t mean to go that far.” Wooyoung asks in concern. “I’m good. Can we- can we do that again?” You ask when your breathing normalizes.

“You ready?”

You open your mouth in preparation. Wooyoung moves your head for you, setting a much faster pace than the previous. You relax your throat, allowing his cock to ease in and out. Thank goodness his pants are black because you would see all of the dark marks of spit trails and bubbles on his pants.

Wooyoung speeds up, hips thrusting into your mouth to reach his high. You help him out by sticking your tongue out to flick the tip on his scrotum and humming.

This exponentially puts him over the edge, his cum painting your throat white. He holds your head to finish letting his ejaculate trickle down your throat. Wooyoung lets go of your head, allowing you to swallow his milky release.

You pull down your black panties and throw them on the other side of the room on his table to straddle him. You bend your hand down to guide his softening boner inside your dripping cunt, causing him to whimper from sensitivity.

You sit there to give him time to adjust to your wet core. Once Wooyoung’s head stops spinning from pleasure, he harshly bottoms you out. You moan out from the delicious intrusion.

Since he knew that you have not cum yet, he rams into you at a very intense speed that has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. He’s reaching so many points your vibrator could never, and it’s making your head foggy.

You grab Wooyoung’s shoulders to steady yourself from the harsh pace he’s taking. Your orgasm is coming, and she’s coming fast. Your breath speeds up, and your grip on his shoulders tightens as if to ground yourself.

Wooyoung pushes you over the edge by pressing on your clit and leaving a hickey on the junction between the neck and collarbone. Your orgasm hits you as a blind heat, your vision turning white. You are seeing tastes and tasting colors, and overall, you feel like you are on a cloud.

When you manage to recuperate yourself, Wooyoung lifts you off his lap for you to stand in between his legs. He stands up, holding your upper arms, and leans in to kiss you. You can taste the lust and appreciation in this kiss, and it makes you want some more.

“Hey hey, we gotta get back so Jae-hee can take you home,” Wooyoung says while forcing himself away from you before he bends you over his knee. “But Jae-hee’s drunk,” you remind him as you walk back to the stage. “I think she’s pretty sober.” He says and nods his head to the hall across the room.

Jae-hee is holding one heel in hand, limping from one foot being at a higher elevation on one side, and is fixing her hair that is in her mouth. She then sits down to put her other heel back on and stands back up to adjust her skirt.

Jongho stands behind her, put together and hands in his slack pocket, with a smirk on his face. “Babes, are you ready?” Jae-hee says to you. “Yeah, I had a lot of fun.” You say and wink at Wooyoung in the process. He flushes on the tips of his ears. You both ascend to your car, making sure that Jae-hee is not still under the influence.

Wooyoung returns to the dressing room and sees that you left something that was probably of value – your black lace underwear with a gold charm dangling from a little white bow on the front. He chuckles and tucks them in his slacks, grabs his bag, and turns off the lights to leave Twilight Noir.

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weskerfied · 3 years

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Do you headcanon any of the characters as lgbt+? ps I agree they butchered birkin and im so angry 😤

Right?? I woke up this morning and I was still so mad lol.

Tbh it’s not something I’ve really thought about before so thanks for making me use my last few brain cells today.

Tyrone (canon gay)

Alex (bi/lesbian, defo not straight sorry Daniel)

Piers (you can’t tell me he wasn’t head over heels for Chris)

William (idk maybe bi, *cough*albertsexual*cough*)

Leon (seems a lil bit fruity ngl)

Ada (bi)

Karl (BIG GAY)

Chris (closet gay this is not up for debate)

Jill (ace)

Claire (pansexual)

Alcina (I saw this post about her being trans, I’ll link it if I can find it)

That’s all I’ve got off the top of my head, if I think of more I’ll add them on :)

#resident evil #resident evil village #chris redfield #karl heisenberg #leon s kennedy #william birkin #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #claire redfield #ada wong #piers nivans #anon #headcanon #resident evil 8

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look-at-all-these-ocs · 2 years

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Hey, your OCs seem pretty neat! Care to share some fun facts/information of some of them? Also, will you be participating in ArtFight this year? - Emoticaster, this sadly is the main blog for reblogging

Awww im so glad you think so! uhm hm i got many OCs so ill give some silly facts for random ones h-

Marin (the fish fellow with a messenger bag):

hes a dad :] though his husband sadly died awhile ago he does have a lil child that he loves dearly :0! he maaay or may not be apart of a cult but! hes a good dad :] he has also accidentally gotten tripped up in drug deals before, he doesnt do drugs, he just accidentally keeps tripping up in such situations h-

Ryby! (lil cat with a screen on his face! hes a Lava Cat :] species by @/appri-dot, they also have cool Ocs :]):

he used to be a massive streamer :0 doing very intense videos where he played very violent and loud games, personality of that of like- one of those people who play in call of duty Tournaments who when they lose like- scream their head off h-

but! After an incident he ended ip getting a severe Concussion and had to be taken to a hospital :0 after this due to the brain damage his memories were barely intact at all and he had a practically a new personality, though he tried to continue streaming it went for an entire twist to be an information channel about fish :]

and! last one thats just a silly lil guy, President Stickers :0

He only wears dresses, and possibly skirts! though he gets super angry if you recommend anything else 0:<!

despite being obviously fruity, he also has a peculiar obsession with guns :0 he has at least 5 on him all the time, and thats if hes feeling safe!

id say more but hoo boy tumblr is crumbling i will be :]! my artfight profile needs a bit of updating but /: i do love it :]! my profile link is in my carrd if i remember, and if not ill update it soon so it does :]

#OC rambles #OC info #my OCs #my oc

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fearfulkittenwrites · 4 years

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“Just a normal night”

Inspired by @s-mscott - link for the art, please check it out!

Word count: 2832

Notes: HEY. THIS IS JUST BEEN SITTING ON MY FILES FOR THE LONGEST TIME AND I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT IT DKJFHAKJHAKJDFH. Anyway, it's a long time coming. The writing probs isn't as neat or as good as the latest uploads bc of that, but... idk. Hopefully it's good! I couldn't bring myself to edit it again, sorry about that. I hope you can enjoy it anyways and please go check out the artist, @s-mscott!

“Guys?” Dick asked, on his tiptoes as he rummaged through every cabinet in the huge kitchen “Hey are we out of cereal? I can’t find my Lucky Charms anywhere.”

“I think so.” Jason answered “I ate the last of the Lucky Charms last night.”

“Yep.” Tim said, popping the ‘p’ as he slid through the countertop, landing a bit behind Dick “I had the last of the frosted flakes two days ago.”

“Froot Loops?” Dick asked.

“I had those.” Duke answered “Sorry.”

“Fruity Pebbles?”

Cass raised her hand, looking at the ground.

“Reese’s Puffs?”

“I finished the box yesterday.” Damian announced, crossing his arms as he leaned against the marble sink.

“Damn.” Dick murmured and pouted as he closed the cabinet’s door “I’ve been craving cereal today.”

“We can always go get some.” Jason shrugged.

“At three in the morning?” Duke asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Actually, four.” Jason corrected, putting up a finger “And yeah, why not? I mean, we had a hard patrol tonight, and if Dick wants some cereal, I say let’s go get some cereal.”

“It’s four in the morning, Todd.” Damian said.

“I mean, the closest Walmart is open 24/7.” Tim interfered.

“You can’t be seriously considering this, Grayson.” Damian frowned at his older brother.

“Why not? I’m not sleepy anyways.” Dick crossed his arms and shrugged.

“Yes!” Jason hissed “Late night adventures with the baby bats. Let’s roll!” He clapped his hands once, and started to walk out of the kitchen, his siblings following him to the garage.

“Oh wait!” Dick said “Let’s ring up Bruce and see if there’s anything else we need.”

“Bold of you to assume he’d know what we need.” Tim interfered.

“Yeah, well, it’s worth a shot. Plus, do any of us really want to wake up Alfred to ask him?” Dick said, taking his communicator out of his pocket and placing it in his ear “B? Have a sec?” He asked

“Nightwing. What’s wrong?” Came the answer, Batman’s raspy voice flowing through the device.

“Oh, nothing’s wrong. We’re going to take a quick trip to the supermarket, I wanted to ask if you need anything.”

“... At four in the morning?”

“Yeah. Do you need anything?”

Bruce sighed.

“We’re running out of the coffee blend that Tim likes. Alfred the cat’s favorite treats have been gone since last week, and Cass’ favorite ice cream is done. Oh, buy Duke that soda he likes, I drank the last can. Also, Jason’s cookies and that brand of chips you like, we ran out of those. Oh, and buy something with Iron in it, I’m worried that Damian might not be getting enough.”

“Like spinach?” Dick said, writing it down on his phone’s notes.

“Yeah, that’ll do. Ah, and we’re a little low on milk.”

“Okay. Will keep that in mind. Thanks B, have a nice patrol.”

“Please don’t give the papers any headlines.”

“You got it, B. Bye.”

He placed the device back on his pocket.

“Okay, there’s a lot of stuff to buy, so let’s get going. I’ll drive.”

“Shotgun!” Jason yelled.

“We’re taking the S.U.V., one of you will need to ride in the trunk.” Dick said.

“I’ll go.” Cass’ eyes twinkled. No one could understand why she was always so fascinated with the idea of riding in the trunk, but she seemed to find it fun and all of them thought that her excitement was cute.

“Alright then.” Dick smiled, ruffling her hair. Her grin grew wider, and Duke set her hair straight again before they got into the car.

“Hey, can I play my music?” Tim asked from the backseat.

“Don’t force us to listen to the atrocity Drake calls music, Grayson.” Damian complained, arms crossed “Let me play something.”

“Uh, I’d rather not listen to Mozart and Bach while we’re in the car.” Duke protested.

“It’s called classic for a reason, Thomas.”

“Doesn’t matter, bat-brat.” Jason said “I’m with him on this one. Besides, universal car rules, shotgun DJ’s.”

“Since when?” Tim asked.

“Since now.” Jason said, plugging his phone in.

“Uh, I don’t think so.” Dick took the cord from him “According to ‘Supernatural’ rules, ‘Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole’. So that’s mine.”

“No one else watches this show Dickhead!” Jason pulled the cord back.

“Doesn’t matter, because I’m older!” Dick pulled it back again.

“Age is just a number!” Tim pushed himself to the front seat and took the cord back.

“Great point Drake!” Damian pulled him back by his waist, stealing the cord from him too.

“Hey, stop with the fuss, I’m gonna crash the car!” Dick said.

“Maybe we should just play Beyoncé...” Duke suggested. The car went silent for a while.

“Okay.” Dick said “Put on ‘Single Ladies’.”

“No. ‘Halo’ is her best.” Damian complained.

“Uhm, no way? I’m playing ‘Drunk in Love’, and that’s it.” Tim shot back.

“Are you crazy? Play ‘Formation’.” Duke interfered.

“I like ‘Run the World’...” Cass said quietly from the trunk.

“Yeah, okay,” Tim murmured “We’ll play that.”

The girl smiled as the first notes from the song filled the car.

There weren’t many cars in the parking lot, which was expected. They picked up two carts, and Dick hopped inside the one Jason was pushing.

“Dude!” Duke started “You’re in your mid-twenties!”

“Leave me alone, I nearly sprained my ankle today.” Dick stuck his tongue out. No one else questioned anything beyond that. The employees simply sighed, used to the two older brothers and their antics.

“Hey Parker.” Jason greeted the nighttime security guard.

“Hey. I see you two brought the whole gang tonight.” He answered.

“Yup.” Dick smiled.

“So this is a regular thing for the two of you?” Duke asked.

“Are you really surprised, Duke?” Tim shot back.

“No. Not really.”

“Okay. First stop, Bruce said we need to get Tim’s coffee.” Dick exclaimed, looking at the list.

Jason led the way, Dick grinning like a child on the cart, Cass quietly following as she pushed their second cart, Duke making friendly conversation with her while Tim and Damian kept bickering right behind them.

“Oh, wait!” Dick held on to the metal bars “We’re right next to the cookies and Bruce said we’re out of your favorites, Jay.” He looked up.

“Alright, a little detour then.” Jason turned them around, quickly grabbing his treats “Anyone wants anything else from this aisle?”

“But... We don’t need anything else from the aisle.” Duke pointed out.

“Um, we have a billionaire’s credit card?” Tim said “Bruce won’t freak out if we buy a few extra things.”

“Uuuh, they have those koala shaped cookies!” Dick hopped out of the cart “How many do I get?”

“I want one.” Cass said.

“Chocolate or strawberries?”

“Uh… I want both.” She answered.

“Okay, one each for the lady, two strawberries for me...”

“I want a chocolate one.” Tim said.

“Me too.” Damian asked.

“Oh, just take twenty boxes, ten of each flavor.” Jason interfered, dumping them on Cass’ cart “We’ll share later.”

“Oh my God, those are expensive!” Duke said, exasperated.

“Yeah. So?” Jason shot back.

“Bruce is a billionaire, bro. He won’t mind.” Dick said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, well, it’s easy for you guys to say it. You grew up like that. It’s kinda hard to accept this when you aren’t used to having so much.” Duke answered, scratching his neck.

“Hey, I get that feeling lil’ bro.” Jason tapped his back “I spent my childhood in Gotham’s streets.”

“Yeah. I mean, I grew up in the circus. I wasn’t used to the idea of getting brand new stuff instead of asking for hand-me-downs from our friends whenever I grew out of my clothes.” Dick interfered.

“But... Just think about it like this.” Jason got closer to him “We now can get everything we couldn’t in the past.”

Duke frowned. Jason nodded encouragingly.

“That... Doesn’t help.”

“I tried.” Jason shrugged. Dick hopped back in the cart “To the coffee aisle!” He exclaimed, pushing his brother around.

“Hang on.” Tim said “This is where they leave the energy drinks. Let me take some.”

“Why do you insist on drinking this crap, Drake?” Damian scowled, reading the label in one of the cans “If you have such a death wish, jumping in front of a train is a much cheaper, quicker alternative.”

“Shut up, little devil.” Tim picked up cans from his favorite brand.

“Jason, push me a little farther down the aisle, please.” Dick asked “They keep their iced teas over there.”

“Ugh, Grayson, you disgust me.” Damian rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be so judgemental Lil’ D.” He smiled, being pushed away by Jason.

As they examined the cans, Dick noticed he had attracted the looks of a middle aged man, a couple of steps from them. He was staring at his hoodie, that contained the frase ‘I love dick’ printed on it.

“Oh,” He exclaimed, smiling at the guy “My name is Richard. That’s why it’s funny.” The man nodded “I’m also queer as fuck, so that makes it better.” He added nonchalantly, and the man’s eyes widened “Okay Jay, I picked up all I wanted, let’s go back.”

“Alright you little shits, back to the coffee quest.” Jason said, leading the way once again. This time, they finally made it to the coffee aisle. Tim crouched down, looking for his favorite blend.

Cass got a little curious once she laid eyes on a colorful package on the top shelf. She picked it up and handed it to Dick.

“Read. Please.”

“This is an espresso roast. Here it says that it has notes of strawberry? Vanilla and... Sugar cane. Colombian coffee. Seems nice. Wanna take it?”

“Yes.” She nodded. Dick dropped it on his cart.

Cass wandered away, still looking at all of the coffee blends.

“Hey girlie,” A guy whistled at her, next to his group of friends “Nice ass.”

She squinted at them.

“Yo, asshole!” Tim screamed, getting their attention “That’s our sister!” He threw a bag of coffee beans at the guy’s face, causing his nose to bleed.

“Hey, who do you think you are?” One of them started to walk up to her brothers. Cass could tell that he wanted trouble, so she grabbed his arm and slammed his face against the shelf, so quickly and brutally that it barely budged, leaving the products unbothered, but the guy fell to the floor, disoriented. She stared at him.

“We are Waynes.” Damian answered, pacing towards them quietly, hands on his pockets “I suggest you apologize immediately for the troubles, if you wouldn’t want to get a hefty lawsuit for your harrasment.”

“Uh, sorry bro.” One of them started, a little scared “We didn’t-”

“Not to me.” He interrupted “To her.”

“We’re sorry, miss Wayne.” All of them mumbled.

“Now promise you won’t do it again.” Damian added.

“We won’t do it again.” They started at the floor, next to where their fallen friend laid down.

“Good.” He squinted “Help your friend up, and get out of my sight.”

They did as they were told, helping his friend walk straight again. As Cass headed back, Dick gently touched her arm, looking up at her.

“Hey, are you alright?” She smiled and gave him a thumbs up. He smiled back.

“Does this happen often?” Jason asked.

“Sometimes.” She shrugged “But they always say sorry after I break their nose.”

“Ayy, that’s our girl.” Jason praised “Alright, we got the coffee. Where to next?”

“Let’s see... Next item is Alfred the cat’s treats.” Dick said.

“Ha!” Damian laughed loudly “As if Alfred would eat the... peasant treats that this store offers. No. I’ve already bought the adequate brand from an online shop.”

“Okay...” Dick raised an eyebrow “Then... Cass’ ice cream is next, but I think we should leave that as the last item, so it won’t melt, which leads us to Duke’s soda because Bruce had the last can.”

“Let’s go then. I think that the cereal aisle is on the way, so we’ll get that first.” Jason said, pushing the cart around again.

“Which ones do we get?” Tim asked, looking through the shelf.

“Everything that has sugar.” Dick answered. His brother began handing him boxes, when they heard a small whisper.

“Oh my God, are those...?” A girl said to her friend, attracting the eyes of the siblings. The duo averted their gaze quickly. Cass frowned at them.

“Relax.” Jason smiled, placing an arm on her back “They’re probably just... Fans.”

“Fans?” She asked, still staring suspiciously at them.

“Yeah.” Dick shrugged “I mean, we’re not super stars, but we do hit the papers pretty often. A bunch of people know us here in Gotham.” The girls were looking again, and Dick gave them a small wave, making them giggle “See? Nothing to worry about.”

“Hum.”

“Hey there, ladies.” Jason greeted, a cheeky smile on his face “What brings you to this fine establishment tonight?”

“We ran out of energy drinks.” One of them answered “What about you?”

“Cereal.” Dick answered, lifting two boxes. They giggled again.

“Hey, um... can we maybe get a picture?” The girl asked “It’s just that... no one will believe us when we tell them about this.”

“Absolutely not!” Damian answered.

“Nah, don’t listen to the little brat.” Jason said “Go ahead.”

Dick held up the boxes again, smiling as Jason made a ‘crazy’ motion with his hands. Tim turned around as the photo was being taken, turning him into a blurr with tired eyes.

“Can we get some selfies too?” The other one asked, grinning.

“No!” Damian protested again.

“Of course you can!” Dick said “Duke, Cass, come here.” He called.

All of them gathered around the cart Dick was staying at, even Damian. He didn’t look so pleased as the photo was taken, but neither did Cass.

“Thanks. You guys really are nice.” The first girl said.

“Oh, you have no clue on how nice I can be.” Jason winked, making her blush “Tell you what, why don’t I give you my phone number and you can text me those pictures later, hm?”

“Sure.” The girl bit her lips as Jason scribbled his number on her wrist.

“You are such a flirt.” Dick rolled his eyes as the girls walked away.

“What, like you aren’t?” Jason snorted, pushing him away, looking for where they kept the soda.

“I think Cass didn’t like that interaction very much.” Tim whispered to his older brothers, who turned around to find a frowning baby bat. Jason chuckled.

“What’s wrong, sis?” She scowled at him “Oh, c’mon, don’t get jealous.” He threw an arm around her shoulder “You know you’ll always be our number one girl, but a guy has his needs. And sometimes, a guy needs a date.”

Cass pushed him away, rolling her eyes as Duke placed five soda cans on her cart.

“Why would you even drink this sugar filled monstrosity, Thomas?” Damian asked, reading the labels “Grandfather wouldn’t even feed his prisoners something as revolting as this.”

“Because, Bat-brat,” He said “We’re all entitled to enjoy at least one or two things that may ultimately be responsible for our deaths.”

“I suppose.” He murmured, lifting an eyebrow “You make much finer points than the rest of them. Father has been looking for heirs in the least suitable places, I assume.” He clicked his tongue “It’s a good thing I’m here to help.”

“Okay...” Duke answered, raising his eyebrows and averting his gaze. There was only so much strangeness that he could handle.

“Great, now we need to get my chips and spinach.” Dick stated.

“Spinach?” Tim asked “Why spinach?”

“B thinks Damian may have been needing more iron in his diet.” Dick shrugged.

“Aaw.” Tim said “That’s actually kinda cute. Do you think he ever worries about our diets?”

“Don’t be stupid Tim, of course he doesn’t.” Jason answered.

“He does.” Dick shot back “He worries about us, he just... Really, really, really, reaaaally sucks at showing it sometimes.”

“Potatoe, potatoe.” Jason murmured.

“Yeah, whatever. Keep me moving Little Wing, we have stuff to pick up and my tiredness is catching up to me.” Dick pointed forward.

“Sure. But the chips are in the opposite direction.”

“Well turn me around then, do you want me to look like an idiot?” Dick said, a little exasperated.

“I wish you had an off button sometimes.” Jason sighed as he made his way to the chips section.

An employee, mopping the floor with a bored expression, looked up from what he was doing when he saw the Wayne gang talking loudly. Dick tried to control his brothers from inside the cart, and had just told Jason to separate a fight between Tim and Damian. Duke and Cass snicker as they saw a bored, six feet tall Jason pushing his much smaller brothers apart.

“Yep.” The employee murmured to himself “Billionaires shopping at Walmart at four in the morning. Just a normal night.”

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