#riddle really did him a favor without even realizing it omg

[merakiui]

more beans day azul vignette that i really like!!!! orz he’s actually so pathetic it’s really too cute.

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Omg i would love platonic yandere Dumbledore

Yandere Albus Dumbledore Headcanons (platonic)

Albus is someone no one would ever imagine being obsessed with someone. It’s just something no one could fathom and that’s what works in his favor. He’s a very behind the scenes type of yandere. No one would suspect a thing, let alone his obsession.

He would definitely be drawn to anyone who reminded him of his dear sister, Ariana. Whether it be appearance or personality, Albus feels an intense protection towards his obsession. It’s the overwhelming guilt of what happened to his sister, him blaming himself that really pushes his obsession. He’s probably too far into his memories of Ariana, both before and after her death, to realize just how much he’s loosing himself. It’s much too late when he realizes the unhealthiness of the situation. He’s already as invested as he is, he may as well see it to the end. Albus isn’t going to fail you, not like he did Ariana.

Albus is always very well aware of what’s going on in regards to you, both inside and outside of Hogwarts. He’s always watching over you, no matter where you are. It’s unnerving but weirdly comforting. If it were anyone else it would be creepy but Albus only has the best intentions in mind. He only means to keep you safe.

Given his connections and loyal supporters there will always be someone to watch over and care for you when he’s gone. Harry being one of these people. There’s no doubt Albus would entrust Harry with you. Minerva being another one high on the list of people he would entrust your protection to. No matter what, Albus would always ensure your safety and future would always be taken care of.

Albus isn’t necessarily delusional. He is very conscious of how unhealthy his attachment is. He knows none of what he’s doing would be considered right but he can’t help himself. He sees this as him doing what he should have as a brother, what he should have been doing for Ariana. He sees his obsession as a second chance. And he can’t pass that up.

The way Albus goes about things is very discreet. He handles people and situations very quietly and inconspicuously. No one ever really knows that they’ve just basically been threatened by Albus. Whether it’s an adult or a student, Albus is always very calm and collected, never truly letting his emotions get the best of him. Even when it comes to you he doesn’t let anything show. Now that doesn’t mean anything concerning you doesn’t get him worked up or upset, it does but he can’t allow himself to react the same way he feels. Otherwise it would be messy.

Really Albus can be quite terrifying in what he’s capable of. He’s powerful, wise, and he’s extremely respected. Not to mention you can never truly tell what’s going on in his head. He has a vast knowledge of an array of things, always having an answer for whatever. He speaks in riddles giving others the pieces they need, they just have to figure it out themselves. He does this with his threats too. Well, they’re not really threats per se but they still carry the same weight. He doesn’t have to get his hands dirty to still get the same result as other yanderes and that’s unsettling enough.

He wouldn’t be very affectionate, it would be much too obvious and maybe even a little weird. But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t still be comforting and attentive towards his obsession. He cares about you and when you’re upset he’ll do what he can to help and fix whatever it is affecting you.

Albus often will send you little gifts, usually something sweet or something that he knows will make you feel better. If you’re struggling with your studies he will either find someone to tutor you, whether it be the professor themself or another student (probably Hermione, let’s be honest). Or he’ll gift you with other books on the subject to aid you in your classes. It goes without saying but Albus is completely anonymous in everything he does for you, especially the gifts. He doesn’t want you to have any inkling about anything he does for you.

Once Albus knows that his time is coming to an end, he will write to you. He’ll confess all of the things he’s done for you, everything he’s tried to do to ensure you a good life and future. Albus wants to give you some closure but really he’s giving himself closure, if that makes sense. You probably won’t even get these letters from him and there are a lot. He either hides these letters away or he gives them to someone he trusts to give to you when you’re old enough and farther along in your life.

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Thank you so much for answering my questions! I just wanted to know if you take requests/ideas? If you do, could you do something based off of “Kiss Me” by Ed Sheeran? Something that encapsulates the lyrics and overall mood of the song? Soft, deep, riveting, soulful? If you don’t take requests, that’s fine and feel free to disregard! Again, keep up the STELLAR work! 🥰💕💞💓💗💖💘💝

Firstly, you’re welcome, hun! I actually read your ask last night and listened to the song on repeat until today. It’s my first time to hear about the song and OMG I LOVE IT ALREADY NEXT TO “PHOTOGRAPH”! I hope this fic really did encapsulate the song in general. I tried my best haha but thank you for the support! Hope you enjoy the fic! 💕💞💖💗💓❤

“Can I Keep You?”

[Masterlist]

It was like any other normal day.

You and Cal had the workshop all to yourselves. He seems to have finished on whatever he was working on, but you were still busy—particularly with soldering the new pipes to replace the old rusty ones. He saw you take off your protective mask and put down the soldering iron, he walked up behind you and slipped his arm around your waist—reeling you in so he could hold you.

“How are things going on your side?”

“Doing alright—won’t be having any wonky pipes soon,”

“Great. Meet me later tonight at 0900,”

You furrowed your eyebrows in a playful manner, “What’s up?”

“You’ll see,” that was all he answered, then he brushed the hair from your cheek and planted a kiss right then and there.

Without waiting for your reaction, he waltzes out of the workshop and heads upstairs, back onto the surface. His excuse? He needs something from the abode.

So many guesses ran in your head but none of them seem to check out. You shrug, chuckle to yourself and then continued your handiwork with the pipes.

The work was finally done. You didn’t realize that it took you until the evening to finish up the workshop. You washed up and changed to cleaner clothes after the grime collected on your former jumpsuit. It’s only 20 minutes before 0900 hits. For the benefit of the doubt, you donned your favorite black jumpsuit ensemble.

You realized that he didn’t say where. As soon as you stepped out of the workshop yourself, you hear the pitter-patter of BD-1’s feet.

“Hey there, buddy, have you seen Cal?”

He replied with a series of chirps and trills. His antennas were wagging eagerly, he seems happy.

“Really now? Alright, lead the way then.”

Following BD-1 out in the open, you realize you didn’t often get the chance to appreciate the splendor of Bogano at night. In the comfort of your thoughts, you hoped tonight will be one of those nights that you will. You stood in front of the wall of the vines, you tilt your head up to the hole.

“Cal?” you called.

His head popped out into sight and greeted you with a smile of relief and excitement.

“Come on up!”

You bent down to let BD-1 perch on your shoulder before scaling the wall with ease. When you hoisted your upper body to the surface, you saw the quaint little setup that he’s made: a pair of bowls and glasses atop a blanket. BD-1 sprang away from your shoulder and then skittered towards Cal’s setup.

You smile and quickly glanced at him, thoroughly impressed the work he’s put on. You bring yourself to the surface, Cal assisted you like the gentleman that he is, and escorted you to your romantic table setting. Both of you settled yourselves down.

“Wow, you sure made yourself busy while I was gone,”

“Well, I wanted to make sure it’s extra special, it’s something I’ve been thinking of for a while now.”

He handed you your bowl of food, you clinked spoons together and took your own first bites. From the texture and taste, you knew it was Phillak steak. Cal asked how the food was, you asked if he made this himself, and he confidently said yes.

“I thought BD-1 was the only one full of surprises!”

He places a poncho over your shoulders as the cold wind began to set in, while you continue to enjoy the hearty meal complemented by Cal’s company and stories. In turn, you had your own share of stories—adventures and misadventures alike. He pours blue milk into two glasses, handing you one while keeping the other.

“A toast?” you suggested.

“Well,” he paused briefly. “To new memories and stories. Together.”

You smile, “To new memories and stories—together.”

Your glasses clink against one another and brought the glass to your lips. The classic taste of the silky blue milk tickling your tongue. You purse in your lips to lick the foam that stuck on your mouth after taking a sip.

“Missed a spot,” said Cal, then he promptly ran his thumb across your lip.

“Thanks,”

Out of the blue, there was a faint, chiming sound; at first, the sound came in one at a time, until it started becoming more obvious and more in succession. At the corner of your eye, white lines came and go from your sight. You turn your head to the sky and what you saw simply took your breath away.

A meteor shower.

It seems the galaxy is in Cal’s favor.

“Oh my God,” you gasped.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, you were positively overwhelmed. The midnight blue stretch of sky was now riddled with streaks of light that come and go, followed by another but vanishes as quickly as they appeared.

Cal appreciated the celestial spectacle, but he can’t seem to get enough of the sight sitting by his side. The smile on his lips was secret from you as he watches the starlight fill your eyes.

And at that moment, when he saw your smile, he knew that he’s found a true north in you.

“It’s all so beautiful…” you sighed.

“Yeah, beautiful,” he echoed.

Your head shifts to him, you caught him staring at you but he does not deny it, he has retained his small yet coy smile. You felt your heart has skipped a beat.

Cal promptly stands up and offers you to take his hand. Now on your feet, he positions his hand on your waist, he takes your arm to his shoulder and your other arm followed. In the serene silence of this evening, there was music playing within you—a gentle melody that only you and he can hear. An unspoken dyad.

Whilst slow dancing beneath the stars, you pressed yourself against his body, locking an embrace between the both of you–you’re feeling his heart pounding loudly through your hand on his chest. A smile privately stretches across your face as you close your eyes.

“[y/n],”

“Hmm?”

Cal takes a deep breath, his chest heaved on your cheek. “I know that… attachments are forbidden to the Jedi, but I just can’t help but think…”

He struggled, but you still listened in earnest.

“I may be breaking one of the rules that I’ve known all my life but…”

But? Your mind urged.

“Can I keep you?”

Cal continued to ramble on—unconsciously denying you a chance to answer—finding good reasons to justify his true feelings for you. He eventually comes at a loss for words. He feels as if he’s said everything, though not in the order that he probably planned in his head. You actually found it endearing.

“Shh…”

You gingerly press your fingertips upon his lips. He fixates a fond gaze on you, it was greeted by your smile.

“You talk too much,” you whispered.

The tips of your toes took on your weight as you reached for his lips. He gladly welcomes the kiss. When you pulled away, his cheeks flushed in color and your heart raced erratically. Deeply looking into each other’s eyes—without a word, Cal understood. He brushes his finger across your cheek, tracing the faint contours of your face, and then finally settling on your lips.

“I love you,” he confessed.

“I know,”

He pulls in closer to you until there was no gap anymore. He repays your kiss tenderly and with a growing passion as he gently caresses your jaw. His free hand slipped around your waist again like earlier and pulls you in closer to the point your hip touches his thighs. You return that same passion by wrapping your arms around his neck. Cal’s free arm snakes around the small of your back, joining the other arm, and lifts you up from the ground.

Soft, secret chuckles formed between the little space that gaped between your noses. Cal inched his face closer to yours, the tip of his nose softly brushing against yours before planting a soft peck. He gently puts you down but doesn’t let you go, he kept his arms around your waist and your body close to his as he presses his lips against your forehead.

Tonight just took the title of best night of your life so far.

[aileysmirnov]

◇◆Ailey Villains Gallery: Scarecrow◇◆

Scarecrow's face claim: Adrien Brody

Secret vs Scarecrow! How did they met?

Ailey (Secret) and Scarecrow met 'thanks' to Batman:

One night in Gotham, Scarecrow infiltrated the Iceberg Lounge with the intention to Kill some of Penguin's Henchmen.

With a more "upgraded" (and letal) version of his fear gas.

Just as a way to send a message to Oswald who had stolen some of his gas and now was selling it for a very high price on the dark market.

To prevent Batman from intervening, Scarecrow convinced Riddler and Dr Pig to create a "distraction" (if murdering almost 11 people between the two and then make an "spectacle" about it, can be called like that) for the Bat.

And unfortunately when the "Caped Crusader" realized it was a trap (thanks to one of Riddler's "funny" riddles) he was already too far from the building.

Too far from stopping Scarecrow.

He analyzed all of his options pretty fast: he couldn't send Damian, he was with him, Dick was in Blüdhaven, He already send Tim after Riddler and Steph after Pig, Cass and Barbara where in another state with the Birds of prey, Duke and Kate where teaming up to solve a crime involving a new rising homicidal cult and Jason…he wasn't in good terms with Jason…again…and he losed his track at least 2 weeks ago.

And so…he reluctantly took the phone and dialed the number of the one person he could think of.

Ailey was doing the usual: shouting angrily and throwing a tantrum towards her employees (like the good little tyrant she is) for a last minute cancellation of 4 of the stellar models for the upcoming Winter collection of SVELLYO. When all of a sudden she received a call from the one and only: Bruce fucking Wayne.

—B! What a perfect timing! Is not bothersome at all!—she remarked the words sarcastically annoyed a tone that sounded like the venomous hissing of a snake.

—Listen Ailey, I don't have time for thi-

She cut him off

—What a coincidence! Neither do I, B's man! Byee~

—Ailey…—He didn't shout at her but his more menacing (than usually) tone, make her feel like he did; it was a voice tone that Bruce normally just used when he was with Joker and when he used it. Oh boy, You just knew the man ain't taking any shit.

—Listen to me. And listen. C A R E F U L L Y. Scarecrow is in the Iceberg Lounge it's 2 minutes away from you by flying. I need you to go after him and prevent whatever he's up to against Cobblepot.—He said a little more ""nicer"" (if it's even possible) this time, but still with a hint of frustration in his voice.

—yeah…well…I also need this little favor, B—Bruce was about to fucking lose it in that moment, there where lives in danger and this CHILD was just thinking of herself!! But before he could lash out at her with a "I'm dissapointed" speech; Damian took the phone.

—He said he'll do it, you have my word. Now…Go! —Robin said without thinking twice

—Thank you, my zelenyy*! I'm on my way! —and with an Angry Bruce Lashing out at every single thing on earth on the background, Ailey hanged up, wrote a quick note to his secretary, asking him to give all of her employees a rise (including him, of course) and sprinted out to SVELLYO's roof top; without a word to the perplexed staff.

Once she stood there.She could feel the cold night breeze hitting her face and without any doubt she jumped abruptly from one of the highest points in the city.

Her eyes opened at the middle of his falling, adrenaline and renewed energy cursing trough her veins, her blonde hair replaced with a glowing rose gold, a metalic blue growing in her gaze and her outfit conveniently transformed on an all black bodysuit with slight hints of gold on the bottom of her sleeves.

His whole body defying gravity, flying through the night sky with the same grace and glory of a swan and leaving a subtle trace of light glowing pink as she passed by.

She arrived at the Iceberg Lounge back entrance at least 5 seconds earlier from what Batman had predicted.

Penguin's henchmen where all gathered in what appeared to be a small cellar on the very back of the casino, they were complaining about an out of the blue"meeting".

Secret (Ailey) assumed it was Scarecrow's way to get them all in the same place and avoid any unnecessary complications.

With extreme caution she stood and watched near the skylight, trying to fade away her own slightly glowing nature with the moonlight.

Her eyes searched quickly inside the room, ans she soon spotted atleast 6 gas tanks oddly put in some of the poorly lighted corners of the cellar.

But no sign of the maniac

Or so she though until the abrupt pain in her neck and the obscure presence behind her sooner than later make her realize; she wasn't alone.

She could feel the infernal pain from the toxin filling his lungs and cutting her breath and her vision becoming a little bit dizzy.

—You should know better than spying on people, dear…It might not end up being what you expected—his voice was deep and unforgiving, a condescending tone and the weight of countless sleepless nights leaked through every word.

She tried to speak but only felt her throat closing.

—Now, now, dear…all will end up soon. —His tall and lanky figure covered by worn out clothes to match his own psychotic aesthetic made him look intimidating. And without any glimpse of empathy he proceeded to toss her body aside with a kick like if she was a filthy dead rat, and continue to watch expectantly to the ignorant henchmen above.

He was waiting, waiting for one of them to foolishly reveal where his beloved toxin was and after a couple of minutes one of them casually mentioned a secret basement where the most important items waited patiently for whoever was able to afford his almost ridiculously expensive price.

Crane smiled wickedly to himself…he had just what he wanted…almost.

He activated the slightly hidden tanks of fear gas and watched in admiration as some of the henchmen faces started to change into a horrified expression.

—Head's up, asshole!—He didn't even had time to process the situation properly, when Secret's hands where at both sides of his head, the tip of her fingers illuminated and emanating Rose gold strings of pure energy attaching themselves to Crane's mind.

And at that exact moment he remembered: the pain, the panic, the fear.

The very first time he tested his toxin, was on himself: he was laying in to that dirty old shack for what felt like an eternity; he screamed and begged and yet the hallucinations didn't leave him, his mind was racing with the most horrible thought it could possibly even consider, everything so real and yet so distant. He felt hopeless.

And the delicate strings clinging tight around his mind. Lord, what a bittersweet nostalgia! He felt the same, the same way as the first time, he could hear the screams, the voices, the endless discontent. But couldn't find anything around him…just…hollow and for some strange reason…that scared the shit out of him.

Ironically it had been years since the last time Crane felt genuine fear.

When Crane woke up, he was already in that horrible place: a worn out cell from Arkham

But strangely he didn't feel any kind of anger or frustration. No…he felt…elated in the best way possible almost like if he had reborn!

And so…he stood there; staring blankly at the small window with an almost devilish smile across his face.

Waiting for the next encounter

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Ailey felt so proud of herself, she had successfully managed to knock out Scarecrow, control the gas leak and save Penguin's henchmen! All alone! And even took the liberty to recover all of Crane's toxin samples Penguin had!

She couldn't wait to see Bruce's face, Oh that man owed her BIG TIME!

When Bruce and Damian finally arrived at the Batcave, he was welcomed by her.

She looked like a 10 year-old who approved one of his test and was proudly showing off the paper to his parents.

Wich made Bruce smile…a little (even if he doesn't admit to it)

—See? You can trust me, B!—she said handing him the samples.

—So you send him to Arkham? Hmm…honestly I didn't though you'll made it…but good job…I guess…?—Damian admitted, while taking off his mask.

—Well, I'm glad I'm not THAT disappointing, sir! —Her tone expressing the sarcasm and slight frustration and offence in every word. Which Damian only replayed with a faint little smile.

—…Good Job, Ailey…—Bruce spoke for the first time since they arrived

—…and thank you for your help…—He completed with a slightly more """friendly""" tone (which just means less stiffness in his voice but still maintaining his authoritarian tone)

—yeah…well…don't thank me yet…we had a deal!—She said while playfully floating around him and touching the ears of his Bat-suit; Bruce could only do as much as to touching the bridge of his nose trying to contain his very obvious nuisance.

—…What do want? —He said sighing heavily.

—Nothing much, really! I want You, Damian, Dick and Katy modeling for SVELLYO winter collection catwalk, next week! —

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OMG! That was fun! I was going to put a small and cute little drawing of Ailey touching the ears of the Bat-suit but I still haven't finished yet! So yeah…I will edit it once I have it done!

Anyway! I loved writing this, and I will be uploading more content for Ailey, wich now she has her official anti-hero name! And is called

🥁🥁🥁🥁

Secret!

Shout out to @melyaliz / @insideoflit for the name idea! I honestly struggle so much with names 😅

Thanks to @Shiro.GURu (on insta) for helping me with this! Love ya, girl <3

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