#next part coming soon

[shardkn1ght]

Little comic for papa Mikey.

Part 1. Part 2

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

How Tim Drake stole the show and lost millions for a good cause..... aka getting laid

Part 1

Now Bruce would like to say he knows his sons pretty well, even as he hears Alfred's voice disagreeing.

He didn't partically want to go to this gala but with Jason returning from the dead formally, and all of his children being in Gotham this was a perfect opportunity to show the Wayne family in all their glory.

As he fixes Damian's bow tie ignoring the reporters vying for his attention.

He hears a gasp.

Before swiftly as if summoned by a light the swarm of reporters leave running toward whoever just appeared.

Pulling up in a car that Bruce couldn't even name if he tried but he is a hundred percent sure isn't aloud on the god damn road.

His third youngest boy who as planned was meeting them here.

Unexpectedly has his arm wrapped around Connor Kent.

Who is wearing a blood red suit, matching perfectly with Tim's all black, but most shocking other than the multi-million dollar car if Jason's hyperventilating can be believed is the blood red diamond in Kent's ear that he's a hundred percent sure cost eight million fucking dollars.

Which was made aware by Selina who was talking about said gem because she was hoping to steal it before it was purchased by a buyer she couldn't track which is an impressive feat which is now explained by the fact that the only one person is better at hiding than a cat and that will always be a bat.

-

Walking in with Rob's arm around his waist after a joyride straight out of a movie he can't help but feel like he's flying and considering he's Superboy that a feat.

"Feeling ok, I know this can be a lot my moon?" Everytime Tim uses that godamn nickname he can't stop the blush it's embarrassing and sweet and flat out insane.

"I'm fine you worrywart, seriously Sunshine", hesitating "So far this is the best night of my life I'm on your arm Tim now show me off I was promised that I would get to see Rich Timmy in all his glory."

He smirks grabbing a thing of champagne from a passing waiter who looks terrified.

"Unless Red your pussing out on me?"

Tim's face twitches a look crossing his face before smoothing out into what Kon can only call his Red Robin smirk deadly, captivating, and always makes Kon a little wet.

"No, after all your on the arm of the richest man in here let me show you what that means."

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[vampoccult]

Control || ada mesmer x reader 

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She smelled like soft vanilla. A fragrance that simply could not be bought from a store. No, it was a natural scent that only seemed to come off of women that were always in control, always dominant. 

You noticed the way she looked at you, far before she began to take action. You saw how she always seemed to stare. She looked like she wanted to be in control of your mind, your body.

You don’t think that you’d mind it, actually. Maybe it’d be good to let go. 

But this was a job. Getting into relationships was the last thing on your mind. You had to keep focus for your family, for your livelihood. 

One-night stands would do nothing but detriment that.

—----

She had cloudy dark blue eyes. They often seemed lost in thought, aside from the times it was something that she was interested in. Then, the cloudiness seemed to disappear completely. They even seemed to shine, just like the dark sky bright with moonlight. Whenever she was studying or conducting experiments about hypnosis, they would shine. Whenever she was around those she found interesting, they would shine.

Unfortunately (Fortunately? You don’t know the answer), they would shine around you, too. 

You were her lab partner, assisting in her labs to the best of your ability. You tried staying focused, but you found her so, so distracting. How could a woman be so pretty? So beautiful. Her hair would probably be so soft to put your hands through…

Stay focused, you told yourself. It was difficult, though. You hated to admit it, but she seemed to already be in control before you had begun to notice.

Her eyes, oh how they sparkled. How could eyes that seemed so dark shine so brightly? The way she would smile at you. A soft look, something you’d never see when she was concentrating. It made you want to melt into her arms and thank her for the experience. She often spoke to you quietly, with a little hint of something domineering. Something that showed that she knew she was above her. You knew long before that she was the type, yet you couldn’t find the feeling to hate her. 

Her hands were so soft. It felt like she had done nothing hard at work, but you had seen the things she had done for experiments, for the pursuit of knowledge. It made no sense how her hands turned out like that, but nothing Ada did made sense. Maybe it did in her mind, and soon it would in yours as well. She would often touch you, to signal her appearance. A light touch to your shoulder, or maybe a gentle push. Her love language was likely touch, but you could also counter with that maybe it was speech.

She never ceased to compliment you. Constantly insisting that it was needed, for you were too “sweet and pretty” to not be called out on it. A light giggle would often follow the compliment, which made you heat up. You would try your best to compliment back, as a way of thanks, but she would say that there was no need. 

A light smile feathered over her face.

“It’s like being complimented by a Goddess. I can’t allow you to do that when you’re already so magnificent, now can I?” 

It felt like time had stopped. You had never heated up so badly in your life. It felt like your entire body was on fire. She laughed at the sight, and you couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at yourself too. 

The way she said it, with the way she looked, had yet to leave your mind. 

She was already in control of your mind, it seems. You didn’t have the mind to care. —--

Her hands truly felt like fire with the way they spread across your body. It almost seemed like she had already mapped it out, with the way her hands slid through the curves. Maybe she really had mapped it out; as she was always staring.

Your mind felt like it had slowed down considerably, almost as if it were in a haze. You couldn’t think nearly as clearly as you could before. The only thought you had was Ada, Ada, Ada. 

She had taken over your mind completely, as least for this period of time. 

You knew it was too late when she had pressed her body up to yours, a sly smile on her lips. Her warm breath that smells like fresh mint had your mind clouding up before you could even ask what she was doing. Her dark blue eyes were so clear, just like the ocean during midnight. Her hands had drifted to your waist, holding you in place. She put her face near your ear, and for the first time since she started, you began to hear clearly.

“Ahh, you smell so good. New perfume?”, she said. 

You felt yourself stuttering out a response, “Oh, n-no. No new perfume.” You couldn’t help but avert your eyes from her. You couldn’t help but think that if you did, you’d be stuck in her grasp for eternity. 

She was almost similar to a siren, you thought. With the way her voice had you following. 

You could hear her giggle softly, a cute sound you wouldn’t mind listening to. “I can’t help but find you amusing,” she started, her hands beginning to wander. “You’re awfully adorable. You wouldn’t mind it if I had you all to myself, would you?” Her body felt incredibly hot against yours.

You shook your head, a no being seen forming on your lips. Ada pressed her head into your neck, and her body shook slightly with laughter. 

“I knew it would be easy… I think I’m going to have fun with you.” You could feel the smile on her lips. 

The night would be long, you wondered.

[pt-disconnected]

Quick update.

So this is just a little teaser for the next chapter, which is in the works as I type. (Although I'm taking a short break from it for this.) I've had asks before about various aspects about the Player. And I try and keep them as a sort of character who could be absolutely anyone. Choices don't matter for them, because in this story, the choices are left unseen. But, there are a few things that can be confirmed since they're static.

That brings me to my next point... We know the Player was playing Deltarune, obviously- otherwise the story would not have happened. Knowing that, we can probably say that they have also played Undertale, as Deltarune mainly appealed to Undertale fans with its first chapter. And if they hadn't played Undertale, they likely watched gameplay of it.

Thus I'm going to give that a connection since, in the end, the odds are high for it to be the case. The Player has, in fact, played Undertale. There are outliers, but it not only is it likely in probability, but it works well for the story. It also explains why they know enough about Deltarune to not only utilize the Vessel but also even adjust the 'world' some when they're using the Vessel from the Over World. You'll see why this is going to be useful to have clarified soon enough. ;)

[kaiju-wolfdragon]

Do you guys want me to do part 5 of kaiju night funkin soft today?

[ohitslen]

Kiss gun!

Based on this tweet!

[egophiliac]

HEY GUESS WHAT!! BOOK SEVEN IS COMING TO ENGLISH LATE THIS MONTH!! WE GET TO GO THROUGH THE SUFFERING TOO!! I AM SO SCARED ABOUT BAT DAD

S O O N

[tangledinink]

Can we see what's at the bottom of the lake if there is anything?

swanatello

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[zhench]

moon is bothering him

part 1

[makorragal-312]

I wish you guys could understand how much it sucks that this season really does seem to give the POSSIBILITY of something ACTUALLY shifting in terms of Buddie, but Kr*sten did so much damage and had me so pissed and scarred from the Season 6 finale that I spent this whole goddamn hiatus conditioning myself to stop getting my hopes up.

[deadangelos]

It’s his day!!!!

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident Part VIII

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 2k

About: You finally meet your good friend <3

Part I II -> Next part

"You know each other?!"

You stare at Atsumu with wide eyes, who just stares at the short blonde next to you and raises his eyebrows as if he just had an epiphany.

"Where have I—wait. Karasuno. Karasuno's manager! You're a friend of Shoyo-kun!" Atsumu's eyes shine when he talks about Karasuno, and you furrow your brows when you remember that it's the name of Yachi's old school. "Shoyo-kun? Like—Hinata Shoyo?" You ask, recalling a bright orange-haired man you've met a few times already when Yachi had invited you to drink with her and her friends. They had always been a lively bunch, definitely growing on you the more often you saw them.

"Hmm, we work together," Atsumu nods, and you blankly stare at him while you try to digest that piece of information. You know that Hinata is a professional volleyball player. Very professional. Olympics level professional. He offered you cards to his games quite a few times, and you had politely declined, not wanting to cause him trouble, but he had sent you tickets anyway for a game in a few weeks.

That probably means that Atsumu is a professional player too—or he might be some kind of manager, according to the vague statement that they are working together. His physique and his posture tell you that he potentially could be an athlete- you would believe that in a second.

"Working together like... playing volleyball too?" You ask for clarification, tilting your head curiously while you watch his reaction. His lips curl into a smug smile, and the confidence he's radiating now makes your legs turn into jelly.

"Yeah. I'm a professional, just like Shoyo-kun. He loves my sets, by the way. Always aces them with no problem."

His eyes capture yours and you hang on his every word, definitely surprised by the development. You're married to a probably very famous professional Olympia volleyball player. You're not even sure what to think about this; the new details just made the whole situation more absurd and unrealistic. The only good thing is that Yachi apparently knows him. You could maybe get more information out of Yachi about him later.

"I—wait. The marriage—you married ATSUMU MIYA?" Your attention shifts to Yachi, who turns almost worryingly red, and you quickly step closer to her and reach for her arm, trying to calm her down. "Yes, but it's okay. He's a good guy, okay?" You smile encouragingly, and Yachi takes a few hasty loud breaths before she nods.

Atsumu watches you both and awkwardly clears his throat, a faint blush covering his cheeks at your words, and rubs the back of his head. "I'll leave ya two alone then. I'll call ya, y/n."

The last thing you see is his smile before he turns around and walks away with his hands in his pockets now. His broad back is evident, especially when he's wearing the white dress shirt, and you can't help but admire the man for a second before Yachi enters your sight once again.

"Y/n! - what happened?!"

xxx

"I can't believe you're married to Atsumu Miya!" she exclaims, still sounding shocked as she repeats the same sentence for the third time after you managed to tell her the fully story during the car ride. Both of you sit on her comfortable plush couch, adorned with a few of her stylish designer blankets. You're glad to be in a familiar place finally, but you can't help but to think about Atsumu. Will he call or leave a message soon? You wouldn't mind him calling today already- just to make sure you have his number. Nothing else. Just to clear that whole marriage thing. And nothing else.

You nod with a mild smile an attempt to calm her slight panic. Atsumu has assured you that everything will be taken care of, and you find yourself actually trusting him. "It'll be okay. You mentioned he's a good guy, right? I mean, he's friends with Hinata."

Yachi deeply inhales and takes a sip of her tea and nods. "He's close to Hinata. They get along really well. But let me tell you, Atsumu Miya in high school is something else. His serves were powerful and terrifying- not as much as today, but still enough to keep us all on the edge. Even Nishinoya had a hard time receiving them. Atsumu-san and Osamu-san managed to copy Hinata's and Kageyama's special attack effortlessly. It was insane. Maybe we can find a recording of it."

She grabs the remote to turn on the TV, and you lean forward eagerly at the thought of seeing more of Atsumu. "I wonder what Atsumu looked like in high school," you muse, taking a sip of your tea, its slight bitterness complementing the rich flavor. "He basically still looks the same. His hair got a bit brighter, and I think he grew a bit. And gained mass," Yachi responds, finding what she's looking for with an excited squeal. "Here!"

You both watch how a much younger Atsumu raises his arm and much to your surprise the whole crowd falls silent. "What- that's not normal, is it?" You turn to Yachi who seems slightly pale, probably because she remembers the moment vividly. "That's normal for Atsumu Miya. He was so good and popular that he got that special treatment. It helps him to focus. Oh, and watch his steps! You can tell what kind of serve he's going to make by the number of his steps."

You diligently nod and watch him serve again, taking six steps this time. The camera angle is a tad bit closer this time, and you don't fail to see his yellow-ish hair that definitely looks different compared to his looks today. He was very fit, even back then, but he is definitely more buff today.

You watch some more of Atsumu's powerful serves, his form screaming utmost perfection, and memories of the very same strong, muscular arms wrapped around you make heat rush to your cheeks. Yachi continues to share insights about his playing style, and you quickly try to focus on her words.

"...their combined attacks are difficult to anticipate. But look at how Kei blocks it!" You nod enthusiastically while you observe Tsukishima's impressive block. The video then shifts to another game, showcasing Atsumu in a black uniform adorned with yellow claw prints on his sleeves.

"Oh, that's from the MSBY game! You should have seen him; there's this amazing set—" Yachi's words trail off as the camera cuts to an unusual angle, revealing Atsumu's impressive thighs in full glory as he sets the ball with a ridiculously seductive smile. Your jaw drops at the unexpected sight- you know for sure you would have fainted if you saw that scene in live. How dare he look so good while setting the ball?? "Look, Hinata easily managed to hit that! And there's Bokuto-san!" You recognize the orange-haired spiker, sharing a smile and high-five with Bokuto. "I can't believe that they all actually know each other."

"Yeah," Yachi smiles and nods. "Hinata always talks about Atsumu-san. And Bokuto-san is close with Osamu-san, I think. I've seen him post a few pictures with Akaashi-san at Onigiri-Miya."

"Is that the name of his restaurant? Atsumu said he would take me there someday." Yachi gives you a side-eye, and reaches for her phone. "You've gotten pretty close, haven't you? You seemed really flustered when-" You quickly interrupt her, "No! I—I don't even know him. I don't even have his number. He was just being nice, we're not really close."

Yachi nods with a small grin, and hands you her phone. "Here. That's his Instagram. He's also often at Onigiri Miya. It seems like he's very proud of his brother's success. I though you might want to have a look at his life."

"Thank you." Yachi is truly a great friend, and you feel once again fond of being close to her. As you scroll through Atsumu's Instagram, you find a mix of game snapshots, some pictures with Osamu, in which he always has a plate full of food in front of him, and you can't help but zoom into the plates, impressed by the neatly arranged dishes. As you keep on scrolling, you almost gasp loudly when you find a very surprising collaboration with Calvin Klein, featuring a shirtless Atsumu from a very close perspective. At first, you keep on scrolling, too flustered at the sudden revealing picture, but curiosity makes you go back after a few moments, and you look at the picture again.

He looks good. His muscles are well-defined and he grins seductively for the camera while he poses, clad in only a ripped pair of jeans. It's almost unfair how ridiculously attractive he looks, but you still think that he looks even better when he's just woken up, just like he did this morning. You exhale loudly and curiously click on the comments.

"I would pay real money to have him like this in my bed." "Christmas came early this year- and so did I." "Bless the Miya genes. I'd gladly help to spread them." "Thank you Calvin Klein. I'll make sure to get a pair of these pants." "*FAINTS* HE'S SO HOT, I CAN'T-"

You're startled when you notice how the comments get even more unhinged and shameless as you keep on scrolling. "He... has a lot of fans," you remark, scrolling back to the top and handing Yachi her phone back, to which she nods heavily. "He had his own fan club in high school, and ever since the Japanese team won the Olympics, the whole team has been very popular. Especially Atsumu-san and Sakusa-san."

You hesitate before asking the next question, uncertain of what the answer might bring. "Is there a reason why he's single? He seems like a decent guy, looks good, and he's probably rich. Isn't he the perfect catch?"

Yachi furrows her brows, thinking. "I don't know, actually. It's probably the same as with Hinata and Kageyama. They focus a lot on their careers; they simply don't have time for dating. I also found out that most volleyball boys can be a bit... intense. It's probably hard to find a partner that understands their passion. They prioritize training over anything else. I've never seen Hinata skip a day of training, no matter what happens. Their partners must accept that they put a lot of their energy and time into their jobs."

"Ah," you simply nod, slightly surprised by the revelation. You would have assumed that they have a very lively dating life, but it seems like they just live for work. Sounds a bit lonely.

"I also think that some fans are a bit obsessed with their private lives. There was an incident before with Atsumu-san and one of their fans- but things have calmed down lately, so you should be fine." Yachi reassures you, reaching for a cookie on the couch table.

"I think that—" she is interrupted by the sudden sound of a ringing phone, and both of you exchange confused glances before realizing it's your phone. Yachi's eyes light up, and she squeals, "Maybe it's him—I mean, I could have gotten his number through Hinata, but maybe he's got some news—"

You fumble with the phone, the unknown number undoubtedly belonging to Atsumu. Taking a deep breath, you nod at her and hold the phone to your ear, answering the call with a simple,

"Hello?"

[its-your-mind]

ALRIGHT IVE BEEN HOLDING ALL OF MY INSANE AND DETAILED THEORIES INSIDE FOR FOUR MONTHS AND THEY HAVE GROWN AND FESTERED INTO SOMETHING ENTIRELY THEIR OWN AND I’M MAKING THEM ALL YOUR PROBLEM NOW HERE WE GOOOOO

okay so anyway my current main theory is that Jon Martin and Jonah got schlorped into this other reality along with the fears but the way it happened led to EITHER their weird entrapment in mostly digital media (a lá the Leitners), which ALSO led to Jon and Martin and Jonah also getting stuck in whatever this equivalent of collecting fear-based stories shit is. So obvs they’re those three voices Norris (Martin), Chester (Jon), Augustus (Jonah) (Jon and Jonah are ENTIRELY guesses at present - if it is Jonah he’s the one with the v pretentious-sounding name for SURE tho) I have forgotten what those names are. Apologies.

Anyway I think it’s a weird fusion of whatever the Web was attempting with that website that collected stories, AND the role of the archive AND the creation of the panopticon by a man who was VERY. DEDICATED. TO. SORTING. AND. CATEGORIZING. So they’re collecting data, archiving stories for the Eye (Jon is still the Pupil and the Archivist, after all), but Jon and Martin prolly wanna help. Categorize. Give these people a fighting fucking chance. If I think about them too hard rn I’ll have an emotional breakdown so that’s a post for another time.

But anyway. The forced categorizing (dolls, watching / dolls, skin / all the subcategories under “Reanimation”). The voices reading them out. All of the computers and cameras and mics recording all these convos between the employees. The organization whose job is just reading and filing supernatural data and stories accurately which is important for some reason that no one can really understand or explain. Hahaha. Sounds familiar.

Anyway I’m obsessed with all of these new characters. I’m so excited to spend all of the time with them!! And be terrified of the horrors that are gonna come after them!!!!

[pt-disconnected]

Is PT-Disconnected over yet?

Not at all. I've just gotten very busy as of late and haven't had time to respond, and I feel bad about that.

I will add the next part when things settle down, sorry for such a long delay...

[honeydots]

750 INIGORBS!!!

[retellingthehobbit]

A quick Thorin