#mime reader

[heartfullofleeches]

Mime Reader, signing: I will crash this van if you don't give me a night to myself.

Pink Murder Clown: Dear, surely you understand we keep an eye on you because we want to keep you safe, no?

Blue: We'd never forgive ourselves if you got hurt :,(

Green: Nor the perpetrators

Yellow: You won't do it. Mimey is too sweet to hurt us. [Gets closer as they whisper in the mime's ear] Crash the car. Crash the car. Crash-

Orange: Ha! Good luck- You'd have to pry the wheel out of Red's dead hands.

[The clown says nothing, but glares at the mime with a stare of warning.]

Mime Reader: >:(

Purple: Aw, they're so cute when they're mad. Another reason why we can't left you off by your lonesome. Somebody else might snatch you from us.

[The mime grips their hands tightly as if they're angrily grabbing the wheel of a car.]

Purple: Whoa, whoa- Let's not do something you'll regret.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Digital Circus with a Mime Reader, who CAN speak but prefers to use sign language and gestures: they find find Kaufmo in the middle of abstracting and try to calm him down (against their better judgement). It doesn't go well, ending with them locking and closing Kaufmo's door, and running to find Caine... Only to hear the theme song suddenly stop and Jax say something about a "new character" as they approach...

Ough finally some Kaufmo angst-

........

Approaching Kaufmo's door, you stopped in front of it and politely knocked, wanting to check up on him before Caine could summon everybody to perform the Digital Circus' "theme song" musical number.

As of late, your fellow clown hasn't been feeling up to snuff, since apparently nobody was laughing at his jokes anymore...

Although said jokes have all mentioned something about an exit--a way out of the digital realm you've grown quite comfortable living in. But even when he is dead serious, the others are convinced he's only kidding around, pretending to laugh and sometimes asking him if he could joke about something else.

Least to say...it grew frustrating for him.

The only reason he hadn't totally lost it yet was because of you, a mime who has lived in the circus for the past five months and befriended him quickly. Together you've put on many acts: with his wacky props and your invisible techniques, your shows were amusing to all.

That being said, you didn't want your longtime partner to think about any exits too much, as you've lost several friends in the past when they started talking about the same thing.

It happened to Queener, Kinger's beloved wife, and the poor chess piece has been on the brink of abstraction ever since (honestly, it's a miracle he didn't immediately follow her).

Fortunately, he remained stable enough to be around everyone.

As for Kaufmo?

He didn't look so good last night at dinner, and you haven't seen him all morning. Normally he'd be up and about, juggling random things as he walked or approaching you to brainstorm new acts to perform.

Him locking himself away in his room was not normal.

Especially when he knew this musical number was super important to Caine.

After waiting a minute or two, you perked up as he finally answered the door.

At first you smiled in greeting, although that was quick to fade when he only kept it open just a crack--enough for you to barely see his face...

Which bore a terrified expression underneath his runny makeup, making his frown look worse than it actually is. His hat was nowhere to be found, either.

''Are you okay, Kaufmo?" You signed, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

That was your usual way of talking, despite knowing you could very well speak freely. You had no clue if you were proficient in sign language before entering this circus, but regardless it always came in handy, and everybody did their best to communicate with you that way (or at least those with fingers, unlike Zooble or Gangle).

Since your performances usually involved silence and expressive gestures, you didn't see a need to talk often--and that was usually fine with Kaufmo, who'd always chatter with you in sign language right back.

But when he attempted to respond, you swore you both saw his own hands glitching, before he quickly retracted them, clearly frightened.

You, on the other hand, wanted to believe it was just a "digital hallucination".

That's all it was...right?

"I-I'm sorry, [y/n]..haven't been..feeling like myself-f-f lately.." Even his own voice was betraying him, as it sounded distorted, lagging as though he was a slow computer program. "But you believe me, don't you?"

"Believe what?"

"The...the exit, of course! The thing I've been talking about this whole time!! It's real! There IS a way out!! I-I can show you!!"

You blinked, before shaking your head. "Kaufmo, let me in."

"Oh no, I think that's a bad id--wait! Wait!!" Despite his pleas for you to stop, you forced your way into his room, shutting the door behind you so nobody else could intrude or eavesdrop.

The last thing you needed was Caine listening in.

Yet after taking a look around at the state of his quarters--with everything being a complete mess and the word "EXIT" scrawled onto every square inch of the ceiling and walls--you were nothing short of terrified for his mental well-being.

'My god....what has he done..?' You thought to yourself, mortified.

"No, no, no, no!!"

Looking back at Kaufmo, you saw him back up against the wall, holding his face as black glitchy polygons started appearing on his body. He gasped in horror, looking at his hands...and then up at you.

"What's..h-happening to me-e-e?"

Your heart sunk, knowing exactly what was going on.

"You're abstracting.." You whispered, your voice small yet shaken.

"I-I didn't...think I'd be next...it hurts so much! Christ-!!!" He began crying, his makeup oozing as he stared at you with empty, soulless black eyes. One of his arms was already taken over by the glitches, morphing into a large one covered in jagged polygons.

"Make it stop..MAKE IT STOP!!!" He screamed, slumping to the floor.

You were frozen in a state of panic, unsure if you should go get Caine or stay here and try to pull him out of his abstraction.

Either way, you had to do something fast...lest you lose him forever or become infected yourself.

"Just focus on me, pal. I'm here. I'm here." Kneeling down, you grasped his non-glitching hand tightly with both of yours, attempting to guide him through a breathing exercise.

"You'll get through this." You mouthed, but he just shook his head, noticing a single glowing eye forming on the surface of the glitchy flesh.

"Wh-Whatever you do...don't tell Caine, I beg you-u.." He pleaded. "He'll lock me away...a-and I'll be all alone in the dark..I don't wanna be alone.."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you shook your head, and he gazed at you in confusion. "What do you mean "no"? You'd let him throw me into the cellar with the rest of them...?" He started to grow angrier, feeling betrayed. "I thought we were partners!"

"We are partners, Kaufmo. Always will be." You sighed, wishing there was another way to stop this from happening. "But there's nothing more I can do...he needs to know-"

"Fine...maybe things will be better if I'm not around to tell my stupid jokes anymore."

"Kaufmo-"

"Go....run, [y/n]...run-n-n-nnNNNN------"

Immediately after he said that, you let him go right as his other hand quickly became overtaken by the abstraction, almost taking you with it.

You got up and took a step backwards, watching in mute terror as he rapidly grew in size, turning into a massive amalgamation of glitch black polygons. Even more glowy-trippy eyes were popping up in different places, looking in every direction.

Within seconds, Kaufmo no longer resembled the clown you once knew (or a person, in general)....but was instead replaced by a horrific digital beast with a long neck, standing on four legs.

You gulped as every single eye on his body suddenly shifted to stare directly down at you.

'Uh-oh-'

You hastily created an invisible wall just as he lunged at you with a ferocious roar, slamming right into the illusion like a bird smacking into a glass pane.

'He still falls for the oldest trick in the book..oh Kaufmo..'

Although it pained your heart to abandon him like this, he was too far gone to be saved. He didn't even recognize you anymore.

The only thing you could do now was get Caine before he harmed you or anybody else--even if it means you never saw him again. He could very well threaten the entire stability of this world if he got loose.

You quickly ran out of the room just before he could break through the "wall" and go after you, slamming the door shut and locking it tight.

Moments later, you heard him ram into it, the hinges damn near breaking off (but by the grace of cartoon physics, that didn't happen).

You wiped the sweat from your forehead, making a mad dash out of the dormitory section of the tent in a desperate search for Caine.

Unfortunately, you could already hear Bubble's singing in the distance as the gang's musical number routine was already starting:

"Gangle, and Zooble, and Kinger, too~!"

You ran as fast as your legs could possibly carry you. They were already aware of both of your absences, and they chose to go on with the song anyways.

'Jerks..they couldn't at least wait for me?' You huffed. 'Caine never tells us when we're doing these musical ditties-'

By the time you arrived, however, you heard the music abruptly cut out.

You stopped upon seeing your friends tumbled over each other on the floor, with Gangle's comedy mask being broken and Jax picking himself up in annoyance.

"Caine, is this one of your NPCs or is this a new sucker?"

Blinking, you glanced at the new person he was referring to, surprised to see a girl dressed as a red and blue jester.

"........."

Now you couldn't say anything to Caine.

Not right now, at least.

[misspantymime]

Bat X Family (Prologue)

a/n: This is my first time posting my writing online and I'm super nervous. I'm working up the nerve to write something longer, so please enjoy this for the moment. I can't take credit for the idea, cause I got it from @p-seduonym, just so you know.

Anya Forger! Child! Reader x Yandere! Platonic! Batfam

You had the coolest family!

Your Papa's name was Bruce Wayne and during the day, he's a super famous billionaire! He owns a big company called Wayne Tech and it makes a lot of cool things and helps people.

But at night...

He's a super hero named Batman!

He protects Gotham from villains and keeps everyone safe! He's got a cool car and a bunch a gadgets and stuff and--

Oh, but he doesn't work alone, y'know? He's got a lot of sidekicks too!

Your Big Brother Dick used to be called Robin, but now he's Nightwing and he's lives in Bludhaven. He's funny and he can do a lotta flips and stuff. It's 'cause he grew up in a circus, before Papa found him.

Big Brother Jay was Robin too, but then he got hurt really bad. Now he's in Crime Alley and his code name is Red Hood! He has a motorcycle and a bunch of guns. Not silenced pistols, like the spies have in your favorite show, but they're still really cool!

Big Brother Tim was also a Robin, but he's Red Robin now. They sound the same but they're actually different! He's super smart and can hack computers! Babara can too, and her code name is Oracle.

Big Sister Cass is very quiet, but nice! She can dance really pretty and knows what people are feeling just by looking at them! She goes by Orphan.

Steph is funny too. She plays lots of pranks and smiles a lot. She lets you play with her clothes, even if they're too big on you. She's Tim's friend, but you like her too! Her vigilante name is Spoiler.

Duke is nice too, and he came to the house just a little bit ago. He has a thing called a "meta-gene" which means he has superpowers! He can control light and his name is Signal.

Damian is your big brother cause he came from Papa too. But he didn't always live with Papa. He used to live with the "League of Assassins". How cool is that? He can even use a sword! He's the new Robin now.

And you all live together in a big house called a "manor", with Alfred, who can cooks and cleans and takes care of everyone--

Oh, how do you know all this well?

Well...

...It's cause you're a physic!

But that's a secret!

a/n: soooo I like neglected! reader. But it's not really spy x family if there's neglect, right? This will be mostly fluff and slice of life.

[coffeethepuppy]

Is Twisted Blot available 🙁🖤?

Yes he is indeed <3 Twisted Blot would definitely be a lil freaky in my au because of that hand animation his hands does that beckons the player to come closer.

[jadewritesficshere]

Would you rather

Eddie Munson x Reader

Synopsis: Eddie asks you a question late in the night (<1k words)

Contains: reader is not gendered, hypothetical questions, discussions of sex and oral sex (there is a reference to messy sex, specifically spit, but only one line and not in detail), clowns

18+only

You're laying on your side staring at the wall when his voice pierces the quiet. "Are you awake?" Eddie whispers in the dark. It's almost 2am. The last remnants of weed in your system should have made it easy to fall asleep, but not tonight. You roll onto your back and look over at him," Yeah?"

Eddie shuffles in the bed closer to you," Got a question." Eddie's hand lightly touches your arm, taps it a few times as if to make sure you were there, before retreating. His hand lays next to you, close enough you can feel the warmth. "It's pretty serious." He mumbles.

You can feel your heart beat faster. A pretty serious question could mean anything. Maybe it's about the Upside Down, maybe about your future togeth-

"Would you rather be considered the world's best kisser but be terrible at sex, or be the best at sex but a terrible kisser?"

You pause for a moment.

"That's your question?" You shake your head smiling. The bed shifts as Eddie presses his face into his pillow as if to hide," Nevermind, it's dum-" "It's not dumb! I'm just thinking." Your hand grasps his, squeezing it lightly. "Do i have time to make a pros and cons list?"

"Gut instinct." Eddie pokes at your side and you slap his hand away. "Clarification, does oral count as sex or kissing?" "Hmm," Eddie's brow furrows," I mean it's called oral sex right? So that implies sex."

"Oh then a terrible kisser and good at sex. Good for you and me right? Besides, what's a terrible kiss? A lil messy? You like that-" "Okay shut up!" Eddie slaps you with his pillow causing you to chuckle. Eddie shakes his head before returning his pillow to where it was.

"Now you get to ask one." Eddie's fingers tap out a rhythm against your interlocked hand. You hum, thinking deeply,"Would you love me if I was a worm?" "Thats not a would you rather!" "Okay, would you love me if I was a worm rather then a human."

"That's not- that isn't," Eddie laughs," Okay sure, uh, are you a human sized worm or a regular worm?" "Worm sized." "Do you keep your ass?" You both giggle at the imagery.

"Imagine a worm with just a huge ass," you gasp out," Do worms even have asses?" You both continue to giggle quietly, the bed shaking slightly from your laughter.

"Yeah. I would still love you. I just wake up one day and you've turned into a worm? No, yeah of course I'd still love you. Then I'd go and find the witch that cursed you. I'd galavant through the trees, singing songs of your beauty and our love. Once I find the witch, I'd fall to my knees and beg for them to turn you back." Eddie rambles on, weaving a magical tale of adventure.

"Where am I in all this?" You ask kicking his shin lightly. Eddie traps your leg in his," In my pocket. I'll knit you a little blanket. Wrap it around you. Make you a lil bed and-" You gasp," Like Slimey?" "Like Slimey." Eddie agrees shifting closer to you.

Your eyes have adjusted well to the darkness. You can see his hair going every direction. His lips are slightly chapped but still kissable. His tank top has shifted, showing off a scandalous amount of skin, tattoos, sparse chest hair, and his nipple.

"Would you rather fuck a clown or a mime?" Eddie whispers. "I already fuck a clown i fuck you." You bite your lip to hold back your laughter

Eddie's shocked gasp has you that laughter escaping. "That's it! We're done!" Eddie jokingly pushes away from you as you protest with an "I'm kidding!".

You scoot closer, grasping onto his bicep. You kiss his cheek and continue to murmur apologies. Eddie sighs loudly as he wraps his arms around you. "Calling me a clown," Eddie makes a noise of disgust whilst shaking his head.

Your laughter settles as you gaze into Eddie's eyes. Your noses are almost touching. You can feel the warm exhale of his breath against your face. Eddie kisses you lightly before looking imploringly into your eyes," No, but which would you rather fuck?"

You pause a moment to think. A grin starts to spread across your face," All I can imagine is you go to grab a clown's ass and it just makes one of those squeaky horn noises." Eddie giggles and then mimicks the noise, lightly grabbing your ass.

For whatever reason, it sets you both off laughing. Maybe it's the imagery. Maybe it's the fact that it's 2 am and you both are sleep deprived. Maybe it's the fact you both feel safe and comfortable to be yourself around each other. Maybe it's the leftover weed in your systems.

"Imagine-" Eddie wheezes on a laugh," you go to remove the underwear and as you remove it- wheeze- more just keeps coming. Like those handkerchiefs that never end." The laughter in the room grows louder.

You can feel Eddie's body shake with laughter as he holds you close. Your eyes well up with tears as you imagine Eddie doing a sexy lil dance, removing a pair of underwear from under his skirt, and more keep coming as he said.

A banging on the door causes you both to jump. "Will you two shut up, some of us are trying to sleep!" Steve's grumpy, sleep-addled voice breaks through the silence. "Sorry!" Eddie calls bashful. "Waking me up...got an early shift...need my beauty sleep..fucking fools..." Steve mutters, footsteps sounding as he walks away.

"I think he means fucking clowns." You whisper in Eddie's ear. A fit of giggles fills the air again as you lay in each other's arms.

[vixenofthemist]

I had a realization the other day that MC has bitten every Rafayel except for Abysswalker lmao

God of Tides and current timeline Raf's lips were got while kissing, and she took a nice bite at Tamino's throat... Poor Abysswalker is left out :(

I should fix that

[megangovier]

Santa's Grotto 🎅

Art The Clown x f!reader

Summary: You're the last one to leave the mall. Art sits on the Santa's chair, looks at you with a smirk and pats his lap for you to sit down on it.

Warning: 18+ only • Smut • Minors DNI

You've been browsing the mall for the last three hours, stalking through aisle after aisle wondering what to buy for your family this Christmas. Dad didn't have much of a holiday spirit never really bothered to open up his gifts when given by family members. Especially when it came to birthdays and anniversary's. Mother on the other hand loved the holiday's but found it hard what to get for family especially cousin's. Your brother wasn't fussy which helped, just asked for PS4 games and a full stomach. You didn't know what you wanted, maybe a book? or two? with something to nibble on while you read page after page.

Your surroundings were getting a lot smaller, on the clock it read 17:50. Families were rushing home to get tea sorted out, you just wanted to stay a little while longer, taking in the spices and smell of peppermint hot chocolate and freshly baked cookies. Christmas used to be your favourite time of year, but since losing grandad it hasn't felt the same in such a long time and it'll never will. A sad sigh left your lips, mind wondering what to do, feet dragging behind you a scrape of a chair took you out of your thoughts. Looking up a red Santa's suit could be seen in the corner of your eye.

Sitting down trying to get comfortable, wiggling his butt against the seat, hands running over the sides a scent of birchwood intoxicated art's nose, a warmth rushed over him. Hands on his stomach he mimicks a "ho ho ho" finding this funny you chuckle. A laugh making art look up at you with a charming smile. Tilting his head to the right, he takes you in eyeing you up and down, making your cheeks grow a dark red. Art's dark eyes glinting in the light he pats his lap and you shuffled shyly towards him.

Sitting on his lap he inhales your scent, a twinge of vanilla bean and coconut. Clowns weren't your favourite, but art was something else. His hand grabbed your cheeks roughly and made you look at him, drool leaving the corner of your mouth wiping it away with his thumb he looked at your mouth, pretty plump lips that'll look good wrapped around his cock he thought making it twitch in his pants. You looked so beautiful long flowing hair, dimples and freckles covering your nose. He's never seen something so beautiful before.

Art's hands had moved down your hips, pulling you closer towards him. His eyes looking at yours, down to your mouth he bites his lip, he wondered what you tasted like. Cupping your face, kissing you sweetly a soft giggle left your throat. Sweet honeycomb flavour, making art go back for a second time, he wanted you carnally he could feel how tight and uncomfortable his pants were getting. Slightly yanking your hair back, art licked up your neck, nibbling the sensitive areas making you moan.

Art had turned you around facing the front, one arm around you to keep you still, the other crawling up your shirt to grope your breast. Slowly grinding against him, his hand slid around your neck, teeth buried into your shoulder he needed you so badly but didn't want to scare you away.

Thank you for blessing the fandom with your fics of art <3 @strangererotica🩷

[jalicefanficblog]

saw on ya main blog you wrote for carmen sandiego. a dr. saira bellum x child reader scene please with mind experiments?

I am full into Carmen Sandiego Mood lately and love the Series and its complex Characters. So i wrote a little Oneshot about our beloved Dr. Bellum and a femal child reder (platonic of course!)

Little Lucky Charm

You were one of the few children on Vile Island.

Not created because someone found you, but rather brought into this world through a genetic experiment combined with dark science and the brain experiments of Dr. Saira Bellum.

A creation that should not have existed from an ethical point of view. But when you are born on Vile Island… or created like in your case, such a detail does not count.

The annoying baby phase was skipped and you saw the light of day at the age of 2, fully developed with the vocabulary of a toddler and the emotional ups and downs.

Some might say you are a little spitting image of Saira and Dash Haber. You inherited your 'mother's' bad eyesight and your father's gray hair, your eyes are blue-gray. You have a curious character but your parents taught you early on what behavior and following rules mean. At the age of 3, you are always very proud when you can help your mom with one of her experiments.

You don't understand that these are evil experiments that harm other people. For you, everything your mother does is exciting, much more exciting than the strange things that Aunt Cleo collects or the questions that Uncle Gunnar, asks you while grinning so strangely and writing something down on a pad of paper. Your mom also likes cat videos. Cats are soooo great!

That's why one of your favorite students at the Vile Academy is Tigress. She has a big cat costume and every time you run into her, you call out loudly and for everyone else to hear - big kitten - before you try to hug one of Tigress' legs. Most of the time, however, Tigress uses her acrobatic skills and her speed to get to safety from you. She's not really the person who likes children. But that doesn't bother you - you still like the big kitten. Even if she's not one of your mother's favorite students.

That would be Crackle - also known as Graham - but you don't find him half as nice as Paper Star. One of Uncle Gunnar's favorites. Which of course doesn't mean that you don't have a favorite among the male students at the academy. Even though he doesn't speak and speaks a completely different language, he understood exactly what you wanted to say with your toddler sounds and words, especially in the first few months after you were created. If you had to choose, your very best friend on the entire campus would definitely be Mime Bomb. You like him and he is currently trying to teach you his way of communicating.

You have a rather mixed relationship with your mom's other friends. After all, the last child on the island was Black Sheep - unfortunately, your paths never crossed.

You were created , after Black Sheep left the island. Countess Cleo was not good with children and once refused to look after you for a few hours at your mother's request, because Saira had to go to an international villain meeting in Seattle and the other Vile chairmen were busy and your father was on an outside mission in New Zealand. Luckily, Coach Brunt took on the task and gave you a cupcake. She is like the cool, strong aunt to you. Even if her outbursts of anger sometimes make you seek protection behind Uncle Gunnar. Similar to Cleo, Shadowsan also kept you at a distance and was always strict with you. Perhaps also because he didn't want an incident like the one with Black Sheep to happen again.

"Daddah back soon? Miss Daddah soooo much!" - you spread your arms to make it clear to Dash , in your video call via the tablet how much you miss him. It had been so many nights since you said goodnight to the moon and indirectly to Dash too, of course, and so many listening cd´s , that your mom put on for you to help you sleep while she was still working overtime in her lab and researching new inventions.

Sometimes your father didn't want you to call him that in front of the other Vile members, because it was actually just the DNA that Dash had thrown together with Saira's DNA. But you saw him as your father and didn't care if he would pull a dramatic face when Aunt Cleo made a nasty comment.

"I still have a lot to do. You will be a good girl for Dr. Bellum?" - Dash's answer sounded cold , but there was a spark of compassion in his eyes.

"Good girl, yes! Help Mommy! By by Daddah!”, you wave once into the camera as your father has to end the video call and then run out of your room with the tablet in your hand to your mother , to give the tablet back. Saira was careful not to give you too much screen time.

"There's my lucky charm! Come to Mommy, you can help me and Professor Maelstrom with an important experiment!" - with these words, your mom picked you up and you quickly dropped the tablet onto the sofa , before you automatically wrapped your arms around her neck and were curious about what kind of experiment it was.

You can help? How great! You're a good helper! A good girl to be proud of. Maybe there will be muffins or cupcakes for that later?

You were put down on a table in your mother's lab and Uncle Gunnar came into the room followed by Crackle. Crackle , was told to sit in the chair… it didn't look like a normal chair… not really like your high chair either, which you were less and less keen to get into. Was it a new chair?

“…..it won't happen again…I can get better!”, - said Crackle as the arm straps closed.

“Was Crackle naughty....bad?”, you asked curiously to Uncle Gunnar as your mom approached the now immobilized Crackle with a small device.

Gunnar stood next to you at the edge of the table, partly because you leaned forward curiously and threatened to fall down - he grabbed you and put you down on the floor….the cleaners, had enough to do, they don't have to remove blood stains from a toddler.

“Oh indeed. Crackle broke the rules and now has to face the consequences”, - said Gunnar with a devious undertone.

“Bad Crackle! Don't break rules! Time out,” - you said, making clicking noises with your tongue.

“Oh my little lucky charm, I don’t think our Crackle can make up for this rule breaking with a time out” - your mother laughed, almost in a delusional manner, and then turned to Crackle.

“It won’t hurt, you’ll just be a little dizzy… and then the happy days will follow!”

The next thing you saw was your mom putting the strange device on Crackle’s head, turning it on and then Crackle letting out a few panicked screams , before his body remained sitting on the chair, asleep and without the energy to defend itself. Apparently he had fainted.

Your mom starts to laugh evilly, Uncle Gunnar starts to laugh amusedly, so it must be something good… the evil Crackle has learned that you should follow rules… so you giggle childishly once and clap your hands several times, you adapt to the mood of the adults. Because they know what is right and what is wrong.

“That’s my girl! Just watch careful, then one day you'll be just as wonderful a scientist as your mommy!” - your mother said happily, first putting the strange device away and then picking you up again.

“Your thoughts and brain experiments are getting better . And Crackle won't remember anything?”, said Gunnar as the two were on their way to the meeting room, where the other chairmen of Vile were already waiting for them. You had now rested your head tiredly on your mother's right shoulder and your eyes half closed, you would soon be asleep.

“I guarantee that Crackle won't remember anything , that has to do with us, the island or Vile… but I will never forget my boy,” said your mom.

Half asleep, you pat your mom's left hand and the glove.

“My mommy! Me mommy's favorite”

Uncle Gunnar's amused laughter penetrates your ears like cotton wool as you get increasingly tired.

But you hear your mom's answer and loving words very clearly before you slip into a gentle sleep.

"Of course you are mommy's favorite, my favorite girl…my favorite lucky charm. Forever"

THE END

[whilereadingandwalking]

"You can't run on coffee and nerve."

Try me! In the past 12 days, I have read 3,262 pages, including three books I needed to review, in order to read the entire Bone Season revised editions and newest release so I could have a fully informed and engaged conversation next Tuesday with Samantha Shannon.

It was a true test of just how fast a reader I can be: it averages out to around 271 pages read a day. I've always wanted to get into this series, and this was more than the perfect push to finally dive in. Finished with time to spare!

[heartfullofleeches]

"License and Registration?"

Shit.

Seven clowns packed into the seats of an old beat up van. As if luck turned a blind eye to their favor, the crowded space was messing its final member. Stress levels at an all time high through the group, the two clowns capable of descalating the situation they've found themselves in had the fortune of sitting up front that evening.

"Is there a problem, Officer? You must forgive us if our driver here went a tinsy bit over the speed limit. We lost track of someone dear to us and its getting rather late, you see-"

As the driver of the vehicle stares the police officer down, observant of the officer's intriguing in a small, retingular device in hand - a voice chases their ear from the backseat.

"Red- We're wasting too much time here. Mime could be seriously hurt for all we know. There's no other cars around so they're probably on foot and alone. Use Pink's gun if you have to."

Orange swiftly ducks behind Red's chair as a sharp snap rings throughout the quiet night. The officer picks at their lip, jaws in perpetual motion as they chew; absent-mindedly scrapping bits of gum off the corner of their mouth. From the bill of their cap draped over their face, it almost appeared as if they were scratching at nothing.

"Officer. How is your evening going so far?"

Beads of sweat line the officer's neck as they shift, angling their body away from its previous placement against the side of the van. Trembling fingers press at the device gripped tightly in their palms.

"License and Registration?"

There's something odd about their tone of phrase. Spoken in the exact same pattern and robotic droning as before.

"Wait a fucking second...."

Rolling the windows down, a hand snatches the officer's cap before they're given the chance to flee. Startled, the officer drops their device as they take a few steps back - shoes letting out a small squeak with every fall. What upon first speculation seemed to be a walkie-talkie turns out to be a tape recorder.

"Mimey?!"

Your chest rises and falls rapidly with silent laughter as the remainder of the group peek outside the windows to get a look.

"Mimey, what the fuck?! Blue nearly had a heart attack when you disappeared- Get your ass in this van right now!"

Muffled whimpers join the symphony of a fist banging against the windows.

"I'm so glad you're okayyyy."

"That's Mimey?...Arrest me first, officer~"

"Naughty little mime.... This type of behavior calls for punishment. I gotta say you do look... delicious in that outfit..."

Yellow is the last to speak as few of the gazes from the windows turn predatory.

"Twenty second head start sound good to you, Mimey?'

Stealing your cap back from Orange, you bow to your partners in crime - barreling off into the darkness as all four doors unlock simultaneously.

[bxttxrflybxddie]

yandere! vile operatives after you've lost your memories

summary: your memories have been wiped after failing a mission. how do some yandere vile operatives handle that?

warnings: yandere, dark content, kidnapping, stalking, suggestive in crackle's, mentions of manipulation, pg-13 content

pairing(s): tigress, crackle, paperstar, mime bomb, carmen sandiego x reader

the cold of the metal chair stings your back. groggily opening your eyes, panic sets in as you feel the rope wrapped and tied around your wrists. you'd inspect where you currently are, but you can't, not with this blonde woman sitting in your lap. tigress' nails are gently caressing your cheek, a loving action but threatening nonetheless. your breath quickens as her lips raise into a smirk. "scream, and you'll regret it..."

"you're so beautiful like this," crackle whispers. "under me." your face flushes, hot with want. the man above you, holding himself up by grabbing fistfuls of sheet, seems completely different than the one you went on a date with today. however, you certainly aren't complaining. little do you know just how carefully the aussie has planned this. how many tiny details and perfect words went into making you his all over again.

her eyes drown you. so full, wide with eager anticipation. your hands tremble as you grab the neatly wrapped box in front of you, trying to ignore poisonous smell. you panic as you try to see if there's a correct way to open the box, hoping to not infuriate her and end up with the same end as your roommate. you open the package carefully, setting the ribbons to the side. dread clouds all of your senses as the human heart stares into your soul. paper star laughs, softly and cute, as if she played a harmless prank. "do you like it?"

"could you do 'trapped in a box'?" and he does, gloved hands staging himself as a pathetic victim who's stuck in nothing. you chuckle either out of genuine humor or pity, you're unsure. your housemate found you after losing everything, from memories to your home. you were so close to giving up but he showed you a kindness you weren't sure was real. the very least you can do is support his miming gig. you're still clueless to the fact that invisible strings are the easiest to pull.

carmen's body heat was perfect for a lullaby. however, your headaches kept you wide awake. you move your girlfriend's curled bangs away from her face and tucked them behind her ear. that action seemed to stir her sleep, which you immediately felt awful for. you whisper a quick sorry and for her to resume her rest. she peers up into your eyes before her own droop back into sleep. "you're too sweet...i'm so glad i didn't have to hurt you..." the shock of her statement lasts longer than it should've. she must be joking, or sleep talking, there's a reasonable explanation. right?

©️ BXTTXRFLYBXDDIE

[quartergremlin]

worked for like three days om a comic i didmt even format correctly but have this for mow

[misspantymime]

Bat x Family ("A Girl?")

a/n: I'm still writing the scene where Reader and Bruce meet so please enjoy this prelude before that!

tw: mentions of human trafficking.

Taglist: @c4xcocoa, @shinning-stars, @whognuthis, @dkddkdkdkdkdkdk, @nisarelle, @tree-ag, @welpthisisboringing, @sugary-strawberry-shortcake,

Anya Forger! Child! Reader x Yandere! Platonic! Batfam

It had been in the wake of a recent trafficking bust by the GCPD when Bruce found out; that morning's front paper had a picture of a dilapidated building blocked off by caution tape and various squad cars.  

It’s not like the dingy and dilapidated building particularly stood out in any way. If anything, it fits right in with the slums of Gotham. Gray, with stone work almost slumped shamefully in on itself, the building was completely non-descript. And if that was all it was, then it could have been left well enough alone.

However, this desolate building was, for all intents and purposes, an orphanage.

As a whole, orphanages have been mostly phased out by governments around the world. A plethora of studies have shown the detriment of institutionalization of children; in the best case scenario, it only results in feelings of social isolation, however the worst cases involve trafficking and abuse. The foster-care system was the only remains of the previous institutions. That was the case in Gotham City as well.

Therefore, as a concept, this building should not exist.

However, an unknown “benefactor” seemed to be keeping the small building running. And more than few unsavory individuals were tied to the orphanage in one way or another, be it through less than literal paper trails or outright disappearances of children.

Not much talk of it had been passed around the Gotham Underworld, and any mention of it seemed to invoke an uncomfortable silence. Most remained tight lipped on the whole affair.

And it had been enough to be on the radar of Batman

However, the night he was set to investigate the location personally, there was a breakout at Arkham. Understandably, that required most of his attention, so he sent word to Red Hood about a potential deal occurring along with the coordinates.

But he should have known that wouldn’t be the end of it.

The night had run him ragged and most resources had been allocated to the breakout, so any follow up on the intel he provided Red Hood were lost in the channels. He was confident that Red Hood would know what to do with the information, so it came as a surprise to hear from Gordon early the next morning.

It was a bit inelegant, but Bruce did sleep in that morning. Which was so rudely interrupted by Alfred with a phone in his hand.

“Master Wayne?”

“Hrrg…” Bruce groaned as he rolled over in bed, like a petulant child not ready for school quite yet.

Rather than see it, he felt Alfred roll his eyes subtly before pushing forward, “Commissioner Gordan is on the phone. He is adamant on speaking with you.”

With a sigh, Bruce dragged himself from the tempting depths of his sheets. It took him more time, and assistance from Alfred, than he’d like to admit to pull himself together into something somewhat presentable. In the end, he was seated at the dinner table with a cup of coffee in a robe. Damian seemed to already have been dropped off at school and Tim was more than likely still asleep, after pulling two subsequent all-nighters.

When the phone finally reached him, it struck him how silent Gordon had remained. After a courtesy greeting, Gordon got down to business.

“It’s about the human trafficking case last night. You saw it already, right?”

“Hard not to. It’s all over the papers.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Gordon cleared his throat. “The whole ‘orphanage’ cover got them so far, but we got a tip-off about what was going on-”

‘Good. Looks like Red Hood pulled through.’

“-Wasn’t much left of them when we got there. Took everything that wasn’t nailed down. Only one we found was the potential buyer.”

‘Or not.’

Bruce sighed, “Nothing else?”

“Nothing except…”

“Except?” 

“Bruce…they were kids. A dozen of them. Oldest couldn't be more than seven.”

He fell silent.

It was only logical; an orphanage required children, after all. Still, the idea left a sour taste in his mouth, and twisted his face into an expression only Alfred could decipher as a grimace. 

“Yes, I expected that. But why are you–?”

“Bruce, there’s this girl.”

“A girl?”

“Yeah, and… there’s nothing on her.”

“What do you mean ‘nothing’?”

“I mean nothing. The rest of the kids, we could at least find some paper trails on them. Birth certificates, missing child reports, even if they’re old, anything. But her? Nothing.”

“But you think..?”

“I don’t think. I know. We ran a DNA test on her and Bruce… she’s yours”

If he was a less composed man, Bruce would have spit out the sip of coffee he had taken to quell the sharp taste on his tongue.

Instead, Bruce choked on it.

a/n: I'm trying to keep things light-hearted, but faithful to the source material. Did it work? Maybe? I'm taking inspiration from the anime and from Wayne Family Adventure (which is really fun give it a read)

[coffeethepuppy]

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A little bit more shy here, so... You never heard of the new toon Blot right? But if u do, PLEASE.

Do make yandere Blot :( pls I can't seem to get him out of my mind/not forcing 🥀 *silently growling* (u don't need to if you can't!!)

(+little bit hesitated to ask this 💔)

I hc Blot as ftm, but here you go! Happy pride month! (I know I'm late to say that but idc🙏)

[my-heart-beat-for-anime]

Hi. If you are interested, please write about Chase/Carmen.

There are several ideas here, you can choose all, one or nothing.

1. It's been a few years since the end of season 4. Chase got into a car accident and lost his memory (he only remembers the first season of the animated series) and forgetting that Carmen is his wife. But Carmen does not despair, she spends the whole day with Chase and tries to remind him of important moments in their relationship.

2. Chase discovers Carmen in his apartment when he returned home after work in the evening. Carmen is studying his board with interest with notes about finding V.I.L.E. They talk and Carmen tells him about her past. This is after the end of season 4.

3. After a joint mission in Egypt, Chase turns out to have Carmen's phone number. Chase mostly sends questions about her, jokes, and old memes for Carmen. They begin to communicate often and Carmen's mom jokes that her daughter has a fiance.

Thank you for your request. I choose the topic number two, and I hope i didn't disappoint you.

If anyone has any idea about fanfic i would be happy to write it for you.

With love your author.

Chase Devineaux pushed open the door to his apartment, his body aching from another grueling day at Interpol. He could feel the strain of the day etched into his muscles, the relentless chase for V.I.L.E. operatives ever-present in his mind. With a sigh, he loosened his tie and tossed his keys on the counter, making a mental note to have a glass of his favorite scotch before calling it a night.But as he walked into the living room, he froze.

There, standing by the large bulletin board plastered with notes, photos, and strings connecting various V.I.L.E. agents and operations, was Carmen Sandiego. She stood confidently, her iconic red coat and fedora silhouetted against the dim light of his desk lamp. Her gloved hands were clasped behind her back as she studied his board with a keen interest.

"Carmen Sandiego," Chase said, his voice steady, hiding his surprise.

"What an unexpected… intrusion."Carmen turned around, a smirk playing on her lips. "Bonsoir, Devineaux. Nice to see you, too." Her tone was light, almost teasing. She glanced back at the board.

"You've been busy, I see."Chase's eyes narrowed as he tried to understand what game she was playing.

"How did you get in here? And what do you want?"She shrugged, a casual gesture that seemed to be her trademark.

"Getting in wasn’t too hard. You should consider upgrading your locks" She turned fully to face him, her expression becoming more serious.

"And as for what I want… I’m here to talk.""Talk?" Chase echoed, crossing his arms.

"You’ve never been one for small talk, Carmen."Carmen chuckled softly.

"No, I suppose I haven’t. But tonight is different. I’ve been thinking… about V.I.L.E., about my past, and… about my future."Chase raised an eyebrow.

"Your past? Why would you—""I wasn’t always Carmen Sandiego, the master thief," she interrupted.

"I was once a student, like anyone else, though perhaps more… impressionable." Her eyes flickered with a distant sadness, a shadow of old memories.Chase uncrossed his arms, curiosity piqued.

"Go on."Carmen took a deep breath and began to share her story. She spoke of her time at V.I.L.E. Academy, the deception, and the moment she realized she didn’t want to be what they had trained her to become. She spoke of her decision to leave, to fight back against V.I.L.E., to become someone who could right the wrongs in the world, even if it meant operating outside the law.Chase listened intently. This was a side of Carmen he had never seen before—vulnerable, introspective.

"You chose to become something different," he said slowly. "You chose your own path."

"Yes," Carmen replied softly. "But I can’t do it alone anymore. V.I.L.E. is still out there, still causing havoc. And I think… I think we might have a common goal after all.

"Chase felt a strange mix of emotions—confusion, intrigue, maybe even admiration.

"You want to work together?" he asked, almost incredulous.

"Something like that," she said with a faint smile. "At least for now. I need someone I can trust… someone who knows how they operate."Chase studied her for a long moment, weighing her words. Then, with a slow nod, he extended his hand.

"Alright, Carmen. Let’s see where this goes."Carmen shook his hand firmly, her eyes meeting his with a newfound understanding.

"Deal."As she turned to leave, Chase called after her. "Carmen… you know you’re still on Interpol’s most wanted list, right?"She glanced back, that trademark smirk reappearing.

"Then you’d better keep up, Chase." And with that, she slipped out into the night, leaving Chase alone with his thoughts—and the start of a most unexpected partnership.

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