#ya know symbolism and stuff

[squeaky-potat]

Silver Snow Route featuring Claude von “F*ck you” and his big fluffy kitty boyfriend.

They escaped Fódlan then lived happily ever after :3

[referencees]

Personally I think we should all start doing more to psychologically torment the members of the Supreme Court. I’m thinking cryptic threatening messages written in lambs blood, burning effigies with their faces type stuff. I want them to stay awake at night afraid of the country they’re helping to destroy.

More ideas would be appreciated :)

[inspirationallybored]

Is the glass really broken

If the cracks can be fixed?

If the glue can bring it together?

If the heat can melt it,

And make it as good as new?

Is the plant really dying,

If water could just revive it?

If it can still sprout leaves

Under the scorching sun?

Was it really that bad,

If I could still get up?

If I could still speak up?

If I could not allow myself to fall again?

How broken should it be until it is unfixable?

How dead until it is not longer living?

How bad until it can not longer be good?

[drunk-poets-society]

Here’s some moodboards I made for FD class for my collection. Thought u freaks might like it. Yummy delicious religious trauma 😍😍

[vaguely-humanoid-form]

uhhhh trollsona

they r a rust/fuchsia blood hybrid (mostly because I just think it's cool) and it gave me the idea for a Homestuck AU where there are like blood hybrids n stuff! I'm thinking of calling it Hybridblood or something like that idk :3

tripp pants base:

[simptasia]

i do not fuck with into darkness’ “let’s remake wrath of khan but backwards and racist!” but i will say, that death scene is fucking stellar. right up until they have spock scream KHAAAAN, that’s super fucking cringe

so it’s a mixed bag

[jestersarts]

oh btw idk if i've mentioned it (i've said it in my desc) but minors pls do not follow this blog, i am an adult and i draw adult stuff sometimes so pls get off the blog were i put the stuff i draw if you are also not an adult

[bleue-flora]

Been thinking about this again. About c!Sapnap wearing the mask and taunting c!Dream, knowing it’s importance. For someone who believes c!Dream doesn’t have any attachments and doesn’t care about him, he sure does take a lot of effort to take something for no other reason than c!Dream’s attachment to it. Because it’s not like he needed the armor, he already had some. If c!Dream truly doesn’t have attachments then it doesn’t matter what armor and mask he wears to terrorize the server. C!Sapnap just didn’t want to give him back what belonged to him, what he longed for - a piece of himself, his persona, his mask.

And I keep thinking about c!Tubbo and c!Tommy in theory wearing c!Dream’s armor in the disc finale - wearing the mask. And the utter disrespect that comes with, but also how powerful they must have felt wearing the face of the monster that haunted their dreams.

So, if in the finale c!Dream’s helmet, that he takes off for c!Tommy, represents his mask, does that mean that when c!Sapnap puts on c!Dream’s armor, Nightmare, he is putting on and stealing c!Dream’s mask? - Because I’m not gonna lie that really puts a new perspective on that betrayal… Furthermore, when c!Techno brings c!Dream armor in prison, did he make him a mask and bring it to him… and then take away the mask later? - If so, again that’s kinda screwed up. Though you could argue that perhaps he made c!Dream a mask for the jailbreak so he had one to face the server with and then because they were trying to not seem like allies he took it back, knowing that c!Dream would get another one. Which also begs the question, did c!Punz make c!Dream a mask for after prison or is he simply handing over one of c!Dream’s masks?… When c!Tommy in the minecart skirmish stole c!Dream’s armor, was he taunting him with his own mask? - Because oof that’s some serious violation and disrespect…

In other words, if you think that c!Dream’s helmet in the finale represents the mask (which I’d say is implied by c!Tommy) does that same logic apply across the board or is it just for that moment? And if it does apply to rest of the lore, wow does that have some implications…

[little-wicked10]

Hedonism

Summary: A vulnerable goddess prey to his godly appetites. She’s the prize of one man. He just has to catch her first.

Warnings: SMUT🔞, exhibitionism, voyeurism, cursing, dirty talk, daddy kink, subspace, teasing, mentions of edging, light-ish predator/prey kink, mention of safe wording, orgy stuff

Notes: This is a part 2 to buy me presents🎁! Ben is cashing in on his Christmas gift of fucking her at Herogasm.

All Italics - Past

//

Her sheer silk dress exposed everything. The muted pink barely blurred the details of her body as she stepped through the busy halls. In the sea of debauchery, she was an untouched goddess. A flower that hadn’t been scorched by the wildfire that was Herogasm. She pressed a golden goblet to her lips as she moved amongst the sex crazed and depraved. Some attempted to reach out and pull her into their pile of limbs, but the small silver chain around her ankle kept them at bay. A little symbol of her lover’s ownership over her.

The bathhouse had been reconstructed and renovated for the purposes of Herogasm that year. It was gorgeous. Every detail, from the mosaics in the large pool to the ornate goblets and serving pitchers, was immaculate. Herogasm had been turned into a monument to Roman hedonism.

Ben had a vision for his favorite “holiday” of the year. He wanted everything to be perfect, including her. She assured him that she’d bring her best, and she delivered tenfold. Her hair was curled and strung with pearls, makeup elegant and simple. She only wore her anklet for jewelry, her body wrapped in the sheer silk would be statement enough. To add something special, she dusted her body in a light shimmer to give the effect of an ethereal being.

Ben loved when her skin was soft and glowing. The specks of glitter coating his body the more he explored hers was a huge turn on. She discovered it when he picked her up from a photo shoot, and he kept staring at her shining skin. By the time they made it home, Ben looked like a stripper.

The main area of the bathhouse was occupied by a grand pool with a small marble island. A large altar with intricate carvings of gladiators in a brothel along its sides took center stage. Not one patron had dared to venture forth and break in the grand offering stone. It wasn’t for them. It was for the main event.

//

“You trust me?” Ben murmured into her ear, naked chest pressing into her back.

His limbs encompassed her, satin sheets pooling around them as they relaxed against the head board. She pulled the joint from her lips, “Of course, I do. Why do you ask?”

His lips pressed to her cheek, “Somethin’ I’ve been mullin’ around for a while.”

She giggled, “Uh oh.”

She didn’t have to see to know he rolled his eyes, teeth nipping her jawline, “I don’t wanna fuck the week before Herogasm.”

Her body went rigid against his before she scoffed, “How high are you?”

Ben plucked the joint from her fingers before placing it in his mouth. “I’m fuckin’ serious,” he murmured, “I want us to be super horny for this. Think that be alright, princess?”

She sighed happily and nodded, staring at the many kiss marks staining his exposed thighs. It wasn’t possible for her to leave any kind of hickey or scratch, so she found another way to physically claim him. Red lipstick.

Ben hummed, “That’s my girl.”

“Anything else?” she teased as she took the joint.

A chuckle rumbled against her back, “Now that ya mention it, there is.” She sat up out of his hold to look at him with a curious expression. The look in his eyes was dark, “I want to hunt you.”

Ben’s tone made her shiver, “H-hunt me? What does that mean?”

His fingers traced along her spine and over her shoulder blades, “It means, I chase you through the party and fuck you when I find you.” He heard her heart race, face heating up in a deep blush as she thought over the request. Running around Herogasm AWAY from him? What if someone tried to grab her? What if something happened? The thought was as intoxicating as it was nerve wracking.

“Ya know, you’re too pretty to worry? As long as ya got this lil’ beauty on,” he reached down to trace the anklet’s charm, “I’m the only one who gets to touch you, baby.”

She bit her bottom lip, “Just like we talked about?”

He smirked, “Just like we talked about.”

That was all the reassurance she needed. She reached down and intertwined their fingers, bringing his hand to her lips before kissing the back of it, “Tell me how to play, daddy.”

//

The rules were quite simple. Like a game of chase, but with a twist. A very, very naughty twist. She would wonder around the party as an ever evasive nymph, while he reigned over like a drunken god. Once he spotted her, the hunt would begin. The thrill sent a shiver through her.

It was heightened by the desperate ache between her legs. Being voluntarily abstinent was a challenge especially when Ben wouldn’t stop teasing her, edging her to the point of insanity. He never played fair, and it was his idea. There was also knowing dozens of people would be watching Ben fuck her like a wild beast. She surprised herself with how excited she was to play out this new fantasy.

On the far side of the room, a great laugh echoed with the many moans against the marble walls and columns. Her foot steps were slow and precise as she moved in for a closer look. Hiding behind a marble fountain, she gazed at her lover through the trickling water. Soldier Boy sat upon an ostentatious throne fit for a Roman emperor. Draped around his Adonis-like body was a deep purple toga with gold trimming and around his head a golden laurel wreath. He was stunning, a work of art. The picture of an immortal being on Mount Olympus.

Several women were laid out before his feet, pleasuring one another as he happily drank and smoked. Green eyes darted from the scene below to the room around him. The festivities had him in a jovial mood, but she could see him searching. She had done fairly well hiding from him, managing to sidle by every time he went looking. Adrenaline licked at her nerves every time she narrowly escaped. Why they hadn’t played this game before was beyond her.

A woman moaned in delight as Ben poured the rest of his wine along her back and ass. The woman arched into it, letting the liquid run down her spine towards her shoulder blades. A pang of jealousy struck her until she caught a glimpse of the pink smudge under his left ear. Her parting kiss before he stepped into the party, a possessive little stain.

She smirked as her fingers idly dangled in the water. Pride bubbled in her chest seeing how he made no attempt to remove or hide it. She rubbed her anklet against the back of her left calf as her gaze never ceased. The electricity built in the air with each passing second. His sharp eyes scanned over the orgy once more, and her body began to poise the closer he came. Shock froze her when finally his stare caught her.

“AH HA!” Ben bellowed as he jumped to his feet, “I’ve spotted her! The beautiful Venus!”

She stood up straight and gathered the skirt of her dress as she shuffled backwards. He tossed his goblet aside, the metal clank! disrupting the symphony of moans as it hit the marble floor. He stepped down the dais, over the many writhing women, towards her, “She is the only prize worthy enough for my cock.”

“Then come forth and give chase, mighty Mars,” her voice angelic as she called to him, playing into the fantasy.

A mad giggle left her lips when her bare feet turned and rushed from the room. The moment their host broke into a sprint, the spectators began to cheer and holler. Adrenaline rushed through her veins hearing him get closer. There was no way she could out run him, but she’d give him a hell of a chase. Her eyes darted about wildly looking for her next move. Blood roared in her ears and mind reeled, jeering and cackling faces a blur as she ran down hallway after hallway.

Just as she was about to dash out into a garden, an arm looped around her waist. She squealed loudly as she was swept off her feet and man handled over a shoulder. “WHO WANTS TO WATCH ME FUCK THE GODDESS OF BEAUTY?!?” Ben boomed. Her body burned as the crowd erupted in what could only be described as a horny cheer. She squeaked when his large hand swatted her ass. The crowd followed as he made his way back to the main room.

Ben laughed as he waded through the pool, sloshing water with each stride of his muscular legs. The bottom of her dress skimmed along the surface amongst the rose petals in the crystal blue waters. With a grunt, he stepped onto the platform and set her on the cold marble altar. The way the light bounced off the water made her skin look like gold, catching his attention. He felt himself drooling, “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Her teeth found purchase of her bottom lip nervously. Ben reached up and held her cheek, thumb brushing against her blushing skin, “Doin’ okay, princess?”

Her adoring eyes gazed up at him as if he was an immortal blessing her with his presence. She gently nodded her head, curls softly swaying. As she nuzzled into his palm, his thumb moved to pull her lip from her teeth, “I’m okay, daddy.”

“That’s my girl,” he pecked her lips softly, “Remember that safe word if it starts gettin’ hairy, okay?”

She leant forward, brushing her lips against his abdomen towards his chest, “Yes, my godly lover. We shouldn’t keep the mortals waiting any longer.”

His smile made her insides melt, “We shouldn’t, my lusty goddess.”

Their lips met in a fierce kiss, Ben’s fingers threading through the hair at the back of her head. The orgy crowd cheered encouragements. The kiss was all tongue and teeth, savagely driven by their sexual frustration. Her small hands pulled at his short toga as his free one began to travel her body, inching up the silk to her thighs. Ben gave her hair a single hard pull before releasing it to grab her hips and reposition her.

After moving her, she sat on his lap with her back to his chest. His strong hands placed her legs on either side of his to expose her to the entire room. A chorus of wolf whistles and hollers filled the air at her exposed cunt. “Take a good long look, boys. This’ll be the only time ya get to see such a beautiful pussy,” Ben shouted. She whimpered quietly as his calluses dug into the meat of her thighs. A deep flush spread across her body seeing all eyes at her center.

She held on to his forearms, breath shaky when a pit of anxiety formed in her chest. Her body relaxed into his more when she felt his lips brush against her ear, “Relax. Just gonna stretch ya out a lil’.” Goosebumps rippled across her flesh feeling his hands travel inward. His right hand traced over her folds, teasing her entrance, as the left began to circle her clit. The way his fingers began to caress her dewy petals morphed her anxieties back into excitement.

A gasp melted into a sigh when he slid one finger inside, teeth nibbling her earlobe as he began to thrust the digit against her soft walls. She whimpered as the fingers teasing her clit finally began to pick up pace. Ben chuckled in her ear sending shivers down her spine, “Keep your legs nice ‘n wide for everyone to see. Gotta teach these mortals how to please a goddess.”

She moaned, flexing her legs wider, “Yes sir.”

He rewarded her by shoving a second finger alongside the first. Both his hands picked up in pace and hardness, fucking into her with a purpose. Over the sound of moaning and cheering, she heard the squelching of his fingers driving her to orgasm. A week without his touch left her overly sensitive. It was embarrassing how quickly he had made a mess of her cunt.

“You’re fuckin’ gushin’ all over my hands. Bet there’s a lil’ puddle under us. Take a look,” Ben nudged his nose against the side of her face, urging her to look down between their spread legs.

She picked her head up off his shoulder, gaze meeting the crowd around the room that were witness to every move, expression, and sound she made. She could see so many men staring, drooling, pleasuring themselves to the sight of Ben’s thick fingers plunging into her wetness. A woman in the pool below them was held between two men who were fucking her to oblivion. Her eyes were glazed over, head leaned back on the other man’s shoulder, moaning to the heavens like a prayer as she never looked away from the show above. A strange heat rose knowing so many were getting pleasure just watching them.

Ben curled his fingers and chuckled when she let out a pathetic cry, “A week without me, and I already got ya squirtin’ on my fingers. Or, is it the fact that all these people wanna fuck you that’s got ya makin’ a mess?” Her body squirmed, coil tightening in her belly as she grabbed at his wrists. Her head fell back against his shoulder once again as let out more moans and whines. “D-Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she pleaded loudly. When his teeth latched on to her earlobe, she finally exploded. Her thighs shook, nails bit into his skin, and hips rolled more erratically to chase the rest of that high.

Ben’s soft chuckle encouraged her to keep up her display, guiding her hips to rock against his fingers. She cried out when he pulled them from her fluttering walls, “Damn! That was a good one, wasn’t it, Venus?” His smirk grew when she whimpered in agreement. Before she could come out of her daze, he gently maneuvered her body to close her shaking legs and readjust their position once again. He peppered her face with soft kisses as he stood to set her on the altar and slip her dress off over her head. The orgy crowd let their approval be heard.

Delicate fingers began to undress him in earnest. Fuck, he loved her in this headspace. So submissive, so needy, so desperate for him. Just the way he liked her. “Even a goddess is powerless to some good dick,” Ben announced to the room. The room responded with laughs.

“Please, daddy,” she looked up at him with pleading eyes, cute pink hearts floating around in them again.

Ben bit his lip as he threw off his clothes, wrapped his hands around her thighs, and pulled her to the edge of the marble. Her legs hooked around his hips as she ran her hands along his body. A whine escaped her lips when she watched him line up his impressive girth. He tapped the angry red head against her soaked folds, basking in the way she writhed and whined for more. “Sssh, easy. Daddy’ll give you what you need. Just gotta tell everyone in this room how much of a whore you are for me,” he smiled.

He thought she’d be too shy or even hesitate at his command. What he didn’t expect was for her to throw her head back to the ceiling and, in a very clear and desperate voice, say, “Please fuck me, Soldier Boy! I need your cock inside me because I’m your fucking whore!”

Ben’s ego flew through the roof as their audience shouted for more.

“Fuck her, SB!”

“Desperate slut! Give it to her!”

“If you don’t, I will!”

Some of it had jealousy flaring in his chest, but that little anklet dangling off her leg doused it for the time being. He’d deal with those assholes later. Just when she was on the verge of tears, he bullied his thick cock inside her welcoming cunt. Her moan was nearly drowned out by the roar of approval. His hands moved to her hips to guide her over his length at a brutal pace, “That better, baby? Fuck, your pussy keeps sucking me in!” The orgy around them seemed to fade into the background as they fucked like savages. She couldn’t form words as she held on to the edge of the marble with one hand and his bicep in the other. She was fighting off the urge to cum, he could feel it in the way her walls kept fluttering. Probably waiting for his permission.

A feral feeling took over him, and he couldn’t stop. He refused to stop. She came with a scream, her essence gushing all over him. The first bled into a second as his hips pistoned into her. His fingers were leaving bruises in their wake as he held her tightly in place. Her third one wasn’t too far behind, but he could tell she needed a little push.

Ben spoke as the hand on her lower back slide around to strum her clit, “Want you to fuckin’ remember this. How I’m the only man that can get you like this. Only one that can fuck you till you’re brainless.”

“D-D-D-Daddy!” she whimpered, hips rolling on their own.

“Yeah. Just how I like ya. Fucked dumb and full of my cum,” he smiled.

Her walls suddenly contracted around him so tightly he could hardly pull back to drive into her. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as she squirted like a fountain. That’s the go ahead he was looking for and the band snapped. He shoved his cock as far as he could, kissing her cervix, and painting her insides white. She trembled in the man’s hold as her body felt like she was floating. The crowd around her sounded almost muffled, her attention solely on the man that had her seeing heaven. She barely registered him picking her limp body up until he made her wrap her arms around his neck.

“You did good, baby,” he kissed her lips slowly, “Real good.”

“D-Daddy,” her mind was too far gone, body and sensation having taken over, “I…I…um.”

He shushed her as he made his way from the pool towards his throne, ignoring all the people staring in awe, “Don’t talk. We’re gonna watch the rest of the party while you stay perched on my dick so none of daddy’s cum leaks out. Okay?”

A violent shiver ran through her body before she nodded against his shoulder, “Y-Yes, d-daddy.”

He chuckled, “Good girl, Venus. That’s my good girl.”

[crikitune]

waittt wait imagine the batfam doing the "we listen and we don't judge" trend!? (forgive any formatting errors, first time making a post like this!)

all: we listen and we don't judge!

dick: when I first came to the manor, i used to strategically time whenever I'd do acrobatics -off the chandeliers and stuff, of course- to when bruce was about to walk in just so i could see him look terrified and start freaking out. it was the height of comedy to me

jason: lowkey a mood... damian: tormenting Father seems to be a common passtime with this group.

all: we listen and we don't judge!

barbara: when i first became oracle, i hacked all of my ex-boyfriends devices and gave each one irreversible viruses. now anytime i get bored, i go mess with their replacement electronics in reversible but annoying ways

steph: sounds incredibly healing! cass: as you should.

all: we listen and we don't judge

jason: when i attacked tim in the titans tower, i did it in an adult-sized Robin costume.

steph: PFTT- WHAT duke: ...why, man? just why?

jason: ...I thought it was symbolic and poetic justice.

all, laughing a little: we listen and we don't judge!

cass: When i was still learning to communicate, I'd sometimes pretend not to understand what people told me so that I didn't have to answer their questions and they couldn't pester me about it ☺️

jason, laughing: ohhh cass that is EVIL tim: god, i wish i could do that with the board members...

all: we listen and we don't judge

tim: when i was going to Brentwood during my Robin days, my alcoholic roommate found my Robin costume, put it on, then passed out in it, so I had to literally peel it off of him and then gaslight him into not remembering it.

dick: WHAT. jason: bet you couldn't get that smell out for ages. tim: i really, really couldn't...

all: we... we listen and we don't judge!

steph: when i first met tim, i smacked him in the face with a brick. also i started dating him without knowing his secret ID, so that was pretty brutal...

cass: you deserve better. tim: hey! i wasn't that bad! steph: ehhhh you were, but it's okay cus I love ya and we're over it now!

all: we listen, and we don't judge.

duke: uhm. around when i first started living at the manor i thought it would be funny to pull a prank on Dick, so I put nair in his shampoo. it backfired spectacularly.

dick: THAT WAS YOU!? damian: i thought only Todd would be so idiotic... steph: *breaking down in laughter* tim: you were the one who started the 4 month long prank war!? jason: duke. i'm going to hit you. duke: ...aha, oops?

all: we listen... and we don't judge.

damian: ahem. you all remember the box of kittens i found on patrol a few weeks ago, which father forced me to bring to a shelter? *nods* well i did not give them to the shelter. they are in my room. i let them out everytime you all are out.

steph: ohmygod, dami, whattt jason: damn, you are a delinquent after all!

dick: wait damian. where are the kittens now.

damian, who's hoodie looks suspiciously padded: nowhere.

dick: damian show us the kittens right now-

all, as dick starts wrestling damian to retrieve the kittens: we listen- and we don't judge!

[simpingland]

Hi hello how are ya I'd like to request something

Can you write something with Ewan Mitchell and his co star (fem pronounce) where they're at an interview and goofing off, reader joking about getting sleep while they're putting on wigs for hours and stuff like that, maybe a little more serious talk about their characters

(Readers character is jaces twin and aemonds love interest)

Thank you!

Flirting and sleeping// Ewan Michael x fem!actress.

Summary: playing Aemond's love interest have the perks of giving you a flirty partner during promotion and a comfortable shoulder to sleep on set.

Gif not mine

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The last interview of the day, after a whole week of promotion. Always the same questions, always the same answers. Keeping your outfit spotless for a whole day, with your make-up intact and hours of sleep accumulated.

"How is it possible that you are always sleepy?" Your colleague Ewan asked you when he saw you yawning.

"I'm a very reflective person, the night inspires me" you joked, and watched as he shook his head, smiling.

"These things feel like an eternity," he complained.

You were about to agree with him when the new interviewer sat down opposite. She greeted you, and Ewan, as always, was a gentleman, serious and attentive.

You, however, found it hard to pay as much attention. You glanced sideways at Ewan's every gesture, and he seemed to make a great effort to listen. After all this time you had learned to read his expression of feigned listening as well as his real one.

"After so many serious scenes, I suppose you keep your spirits up between scenes...are you bored on set or are you too busy?" The girl looked at the two of you.

"I tend to stay focused. Getting into Aemond's mind is quite complicated..." Ewan's tone amused you. He turned to look at you. "What?"

You let out a laugh, the interviewer looking confused at the scene.

"Sorry honey," you turned to the girl, "but Ewan is lying to you. He was concentrating at the beginning, when he took his job very seriously."

You watched as Ewan leaned back in his chair, hiding a smile and waiting for you to tease him, which he quite enjoyed.

"This guy was scary on the first day."

"It's thanks to the costume and make-up team," he interrupted.

"Oh, no, Ewan, I mean the day of the script reading. That sweatshirt was terrifying." What you said made the interviewer laugh, and Ewan joined in the fake discussion you had formed.

"You speak out of envy," he replied, crossing his legs.

"For this kind of thing, he's very formal. They always put together nice outfits for him, but in real life, it's nothing like that. "

"And what's Ewan like in real life?" Ewan himself asked.

"He's weird... weird and kind of flirty."

He turned red, shaking his head as the interviewer let you speak. You were basically getting more information out for her than she intended to get.

"Yeah, yeah...there's nothing shy about this guy here. He makes all the girls on the set smile with his 'good morning, love'. And they all love to put him his wig in the morning, his patch..."

"Why don't you let the girl do the interview?" Your partner interrupted you with mock seriousness.

"Excuse me, but I'm answering the question. Ewan was very focused at first. No one dared speak to him once he put on that wonderful costume. But as soon as Susan in make-up told him he looked 'sexy'..." you snapped your fingers. "He became a sex symbol on set and enjoys it like nobody's business. He doesn't get bored on set because he spends the hours between scenes practising with his sword, chatting with the crew when he goes to get his coffee..."

"You should tell her how you spend your breaks..." he grinned mischievously. You looked at him, hiding a smile. You mostly spent them with him, but people didn't need to know that.

"You tell her."

"She spends her dead hours asleep or breaking things." The interviewer let out another laugh. "Oh, yes, she's snored through her make-up. I've had to put up with her nodding her head every morning. And the few times she was awake, she would steal my wig to take pictures. Remember what Susan said to you when she caught you?" she looked at you as if to scold you, and you looked ashamed.

"That I was going to mess it up..."

"Exactly! This girl is a mess on legs. The first day of shooting, she tore the fabric of her cape. The first day we shot together, she almost broke the carriage window... and the wine glass. Let's not forget the wine glass on the last day."

"I dented it," you confessed to the girl.

"The whole team was praying you'd fall asleep before you touched any more stuff." Continued your partner looking back at you.

"I've had the broken stuff deducted from my pay, you know."

"Yeah? And how much money have you earned then?"

"Let's just say...I've gone into debt to HBO..."

You laughed at your own joke as Ewan tried to refocus on the poor interviewer. You really had been the clumsiest person on set, and that was in stark contrast to the careful attitude Ewan had had in that same period. Many times, you had led him astray, getting him involved in a game where you both could let off steam while the sets were being set up. He loved to show you his swordsmanship, and of course, he was good at it. He had experience.

But on some other days, when it was anynof your turns to act, Ewan was much more focused, and although you were embarrassed to entertain him at first, he always made a point of sitting next to you. He helped you revise as much as you helped him. And while your gallery was filled with pictures of you making an idiot of yourself with his wig, and Ewan making an idiot of himself with his wig too, Ewan had his gallery filled with pictures of you asleep in the most unlikely places on the set, and pictures of you posing with whatever mess you had made. And Tom had been in charge of recording those occasions when you slept leaning on Ewan's shoulder while he reread his script. That would stay between you two, and you'd been going through the photos before bed for months, unaware that Ewan was doing exactly the same thing, grateful to have an excuse like promotion to be near you all the time.

"The relationship between your characters has been a much-discussed topic on the network and among fans. The girl changed the subject to a more serious one, to the one that really mattered, the series.

"You mean incest?" you asked.

"More like the feud between Blacks and Greens."

"Oh, right..."

"That's the thing with this series," Ewan interrupted. "The incest is the least of your worries."

"Right, silly me," you said wryly.

"It's common sense, of course."

You smiled at each other, admiring each other fondly, perhaps too fondly, as you always did, leaving the girl a bit of an outsider, and were surprised when she asked again.

"The good thing is that you don't look like each other. The relationship you have in the plot is a parallel to Romeo and Juliet. How do you approach this dynamic? Do you want it to be really romantic or something toxic like Rhaenyra and Daemon?"

"That I suppose can always be left to the audience's opinion," reasoned your partner. "For me there's certainly something romantic about it. Aemond is a character that transforms into something perverse but at the beginning he didn't seem to have such a strong quality. The writers wanted to make him that way, evolved. And I think her character is designed not to contrast but to show that there is something good in Aemond." You smiled downward as you listened to him, you had already talked about it during rehearsals. "When we did the casting, the director told me that they were looking for an actress with a sweet aura, well, so that ond couldn't naturally react violently towards her. They introduced me to this arse next to me and... you get a bit attached to her.

"I love working with Ewan, he's always so flattering..."

The girl smiled at you before asking.

"You're okay with the romance?"

"Well..." you thought for a second. Of course, the kiss you two had just rolled around was too passionate for it to be a toxic relationship. You shot the kiss as a very intimate scene, where Aemond approached your character with some fear, and it took you a moment to return the kiss. It was a slow kiss, tense and sweet. But when you return it, it was hard to separate again. Of course, what was left to shoot that day was done with flushed cheeks and dodging glances. Sparks had been flying between you and Ewan since the day you were brought together in that room for the test.

"Yes, I think it's different from Rhaenyra and Daemon. There's a lot more respect and a lot more equality between them. From the very beginning, we were going to treat our plot from the 'first love' trope, and we saw no better way to recite our lines than the longing and desire they have for each other. And how much Ewan and I love each other transcends the screen too much."

You saw how intensely he looked at you, maybe you had said too much. You were silent for too many seconds. You put on that mischievous grin again. "As much as Ewan is a great actor, I don't think anyone can pretend to hate me."

"Wow, that means the next season is going to be very promising for your fans. Thank you so much for this time, and for the tidbits from the set."

"It's been a pleasure, honey," you dismissed her.

"Our pleasure, I love your t-shirt, by the way," said Ewan, the girl was wearing a t-shirt with a poster of Daemon and Aemond on it.

You didn't know how to look at him after that. Had your answer been something of a confession? Maybe the kiss hadn't been that intense for him and you had just made a fool of yourself. Of course it was a bit weird the last ten minutes of your promo day.

You shared a taxi to the hotel, with silly small talk. When you arrived, you were walking up a flight of stairs when your heel broke.

"Oh my God, I can't believe it! My stylist is going to kill me!" You picked up your precious heels, Ewan didn't laugh at you, but he did smile at your desperation.

"Don't worry, we'll ask someone to get us some glue."

"A branded heel fixed with glue?"

"Well, it certainly wasn't made of steel, if it breaks easy it's easy to fix."

You walked all the way up the stairs barefoot. Ewan stopped.

"What are you doing?" You asked as you saw him stand back and pull out his mobile phone.

"Smile and show that heel," he asked. When you did he took the picture and smiled to himself. "For the collection. "

"Thanks to your tip-off they won't get me for period films, you know."

"You started it, I remind you. You've taken away my reputation as a serious, up-and-coming actor."

Ewan grabbed your heels from your hand as he saw you with your hands full with your mobile and wallet.

"The truth is, that poor girl was trying to be professional and we got into a play fight in front of her."

"I think she had fun. Of course, after always answering the same thing, this time I remembered why I like this job so much."

"I hope I didn't offend you, Ewan. You know it was all a joke."

You stopped at his door, yours was just opposite.

"All of it, all of it?"

"What do you mean?"

He licked his lips, thinking about how to phrase the question. You knew what he meant, now came the awkward part. Why the hell did you start talking about love?

"All the weeks since I've known you have been filled with something...special. And you were right when you said that I can't pretend to be repulsed by you, because... I definitely feel the opposite. I like every minute that you are beside me, not only for how talented you are but...how sweet and funny everything is with you. You're also quite gorgeous if I am allawed to say. And no, it's nothing of a method actor if I tell you that I have a crush on your bones just because Aemond would be... I want to make sure this feeling isn't just mine."

"You're telling me you like me?"

"Yeah, basically yes."

"And you're asking me if I like you?" You were clearly in shock.

"It's good to know you understand me...now I need an answer."

Yes, OF COURSE YOU DO. For some reason nothing came out of your mouth, and you could only look at him. Ewan read that silence as a definitive no and, after swallowing his breath, he nodded and gave up without losing his gallantry.

"I'm going to call room service and have them bring some glue."

He turned to open his door as you suddenly became aware of everything. You didn't know what he was babbling about when he opened it, but when he turned again to offer you passage, you jumped on him. You grabbed his face with impetus, and kissed his thin lips again as you had that day on the set. This time there was something even more authentic. Ewan held your waist as he regained his balance. This kiss surpassed the one in the scene, this one felt completely free, completely real and without consequence. Needless to say, you didn't go back to sleep in your room for the rest of the promo tour.

[thethronezone]

Love your primarchs and children stuff, is just perfect. But I raise you a funnier AU, primarchs finding out they are the ones expecting (lets all just excuse that the warp did it).

Mortarion - Grumbling about it all the time, mainly because he's mad about this being a magic thing that just happened to him. Lowkey afraid that the baby will be some kind of abomination or mutant (or worse, a PSYKER) and is not sure what he will do if that turns out to be the case.

Fulgrim - MOODSWINGS GALLORE. One moment he's ecstatic, eagerly looking forward to becoming a father and the next he's cursing the fetus out as nausea forces him to lay facefirst on the floor. Excited to become a parent but despises the physical side-effects of being pregnant.

Angron - Very angry because he did not choose this, it was forced upon him and Angron does not like it when things are done to his body without his permission. Grows increasingly upset when, as the pregnancy progresses, he's barred from any kind of fighting, even spars. Just wants the baby to be born already.

Magnus - Very excited about all of this. Sees it more as an experiment and an experience rather than, ya know, him becoming a parent. Diligently notes down everything that happens with his body during the pregnancy and charts the baby's progress in the womb. Sadly very unprepared about what to do when the baby actually is born.

Perturabo - He refuses to complain as he sees it as beneath him, but it's clear to everyone around him that he's incredibly unhappy. His unhappiness grows as he pregnancy continues and eventually starts showing. Perturabo does not want to talk about it and while he does quietly prepare for the baby's birth, he puts no emotional investment into it.

Alpharius - Which one of them is preggo? Alpharius? Omegon? Both??? Anyway, they ain't appearing in public for the rest of the pregnancy, their legion is going to have to fill in for them full time. At least until the baby is here. They keep bickering about names, apparently unable to come to an agreement for once.

Lorgar - Overjoyed and sees this as a miracle. You know those maternity dresses with open stomachs that reveal the baby bump? If Lorgar was allowed to, he would wear one but Kor Phaeron managed to convince him not to. Doesn't stop Lorgar from painting religious symbols on his stomach and reading his unborn child hymns and chants.

Horus - While he would have preferred to father a child, he is more than happy carrying one to term. Just happy to finally get the kid he's always wanted and while it admittedly feels really weird being pregnant, he looks forward to the moment of birth where he will finally become a father.

Konrad - Scares the crap out of everyone more than usual because he becomes kinda... feral? I am talking him in his old Night Haunter get-up (aka nude in a cloak), sitting in the shadows, eating god knows what (pickled onions which he suddenly started craving) and muttering cryptically. Otherwise surprisingly chill.

Sanguinius - Egg egg egg egg. While he rather quickly accepts that, yeah, this might as well happen, Sanguinius does get caught off guard by some of the... urges he experiences as the pregnancy progresses. Like building a nest? Not a nursery, an actual nest. He finds it very embarrassing when his sons stumble upon him in the middle of making one.

Corvus - EMPEROR, HE CAN'T DO IT! No, it's ok, he's fine. HE'S NOT FINE, HE'S NOT FATHER-MATERIAL. Chill, no worry, it can't be that hard. OH WHAT IS HE SAYING, HE CAN'T RAISE A CHILD! And then Corvus passes out in bed, snoring softly. Pregnancy is taking a lot out of him, poor guy.

Ferrus - Huh. Ok. This... might as well happen. Not necessarily happy about it but not that upset either. When life give you lemons... make a child? However that old Terran expression goes, Ferrus just buckles up and deals with it. At this is how he presents himself and the situation to others. Secretly a bundle of nerves and full of self-doubt but he refuses to let it show.

Rogal - Takes it all in stride. Did he expect this to happen? No. But he will adapt to the situation and continue on as normal. Well, mostly as normal. He's got to prepare for the child after all. Not just the birth but raising it as well. At the end of the week after his pregnancy reveal, Rogal has a solid plan for the first 18 years of his child's life.

Vulkan - Baby! Well, at least soon. Very excited and shares this excitement with his legion, who are also looking forward to the birth. Immediately goes to town on building a nursery and making toys for the baby, which he has all the time for since he stays out of frontline combat for the first half of his pregnancy and won't even leave Nocturne for the second half.

Lion - So moody, his hormones are a mess. Keeps snapping at both Dark Angels and serfs for the smallest things. Get's really territorial as well, fucking snarled at the serf that came to clean his quarters. Blames the baby for all of this and can't wait for it to be born already, just so things can go back to normal (completely forgetting that he's then got to RAISE it).

Leman - Fucking magic bullshit. While very unhappy with the fact that he's pregnant by magic means, Leman is more okay with the pregnancy itself. It's... weird but the baby is already developing inside him so might as well see what happens. Mostly just upset by the fact that he's not allowed to drink during his pregnancy and is not allowed to fight.

Jaghatai - Just straight up rolls with it. Is the situation unusual? Yes, but it's not bad. In fact, he quickly warms up to the idea of giving birth and becoming a father/mother. It actually seems kinda cool. Retreats from the frontlines for his pregnancy but refuses to stay in bed though. Catch him racing on his jetbike at 9 months pregnant.

Roboute - Internal panic. Immediately seeks out his adoptive parents for advice and reassurance because Guilliman knows nothing about having/raising children. Tries to distract himself by focusing on the logistics, like what the baby will need and such but it's only partially working. Ever so often he will put his pen down and just sit at the desk with his head in his hands.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Charlie Morningstar, actual princess of hell, sitting very stiff and straight and awkward on the throne of hell during a Formal Thing, looking very Uncomfy about it... until....

Vaggie: "Are you guys all blind? She's gorgeous up there."

Angel Dust: "No surprises YOU'D like seein' her all stiff."

Vaggie: "Fuck off. She looks dignified. Formal-"

Alastor: "Tense?"

Niffty: "Like rigger mortis!"

Cherri Bomb: "Like she's sitting on TNT."

Angel Dust: "Stiffer than a porn star tryn'a pay rent."

Husk: "I can hear her fucking teeth grinding through that forced grin."

Vaggie: "Alright, she's a bit nervous sitting on the throne of hell for the first time, filling in for the absent queen mom and the shut in king dad. So what."

Alastor: "It is becoming SLIGHTLY detrimental, ha ha!"

Vaggie: "You told her to sit still up there and look pretty. Look. She's sitting. She's pretty."

Angel Dust: "You're gay."

Vaggie: "Hi gay I'm her girlfriend."

Husk: (snorts)

Alastor: "I'm SURE she is ALL those things, my dear-"

Vaggie: "Touch me and the sleeve comes off with your arm in it."

Husk: (SNIGGERS)

Alastor: "-but she IS mainly meant to be inspiring CONFIDENCE in her ability to run hell as it's de-facto ruler!"

Vaggie: "And?"

Alastor: "Well it WOULD be nice if she could make the symbolic at of sitting on the throne of hell, in full view of what is MEANT to be HER royal court, seem just a BIT more, hrmm... NATURAL~"

Vaggie: "What the fuck does that mean. She's princess of Hell. However she sits on the dumb chair is natural."

Angel Dust: "Toots, she's third in line ruler of all Pride, an' she looks..."

Niffty: "WRETCHED!"

Husk: "Fucking pitiful."

Alastor: "Once again I shall go with TENSE."

Vaggie: "You want her to relax up there?"

Alastor: "I would rather say, it is VITAL that she does so~!"

Cherri Bomb: "No sweat. Someone give me a drink and I'll slip her a chill pill."

Vaggie: "No."

Angel Dust: "NO!"

Niffty: "I could try giving her acupuncture!"

Angel Dust: "Cherri, we've TALKED about this-"

Husk: "You fucking know how?"

Cherri Bomb: "-don't be sucha stick in the mud, Angie."

Niffty: "You PUNCTURE!"

Angel Dust: "I ain't being a stick in the mud! You-"

Husk: "Unholy shit stop giggling and give me that fucking knife-"

Cherri Bomb: "Yeah, and I wasn't gonna get her royal highness high for real. Just something to take off the edge-"

Angel Dust: "She's got no history with that stuff! She'd be a KITE!"

Vaggie: "Someone hold my drink."

Husk: "-and where the fuck are YOU going?"

Vaggie: "Gonna go help my girlfriend."

Angel Dust: "Whoa whoa wait toots- ya supposed to be lying LOW here, Vagisaurus! Ex-exorcist bitch, remember? Lot's a people here who'd like to KILL ya???"

Vaggie: "If anyone's pissed enough to run up the dais steps and try murdering the princess of hell's partner right in front of her then they deserve to get at least one hit on me. You guys have fun, stick together, don't get killed."

Husk: "Take your own fucking advice-"

Angel Dust: "-aaaand she's took off, right in front of EVERYBODY oh that's just GREAT."

Niffty: "Alastor? Do you want her to die..?"

Alastor: "Right now, dearest? Well! If it helps our princess put on more of a royal bearing, then I fail to see why she shouldn't!"

Cherri Bomb: "Dude."

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Charlie: "-eighty-three million ducks on the wall, eighty-three million duuucks... take one down.... pass it around..."

Charlie: "-don't think about how easy mom made this look don't think about her seeing you up here and wondering where she went wrong and maybe she did and that's why she left don't think about it don't think-"

Charlie: "... eighty-two million nine-hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine ducks on the waaalllll-"

Vaggie: (swoops down) "Hey."

Charlie: "-oh thank HELL Vaggie! I was just getting-"

(gets smooched)

Charlie: "..."

Charlie: ".... hhh...hi..."

Vaggie: "This armrest taken?"

Charlie: "What armrest. Oh! The THRONE right um no I mean yes you can, or- or we could get you your own chair if you want-!"

Vaggie: "Thanks babe, this is good."

Charlie: "It's- it's close!"

Vaggie: "Nice being on eye level for once."

Charlie: "or kiss level."

Vaggie: "Hm?"

Charlie: "NO NOTHING. Ahem!" (using gf's thigh as armrest)

Charlie: "Sooo, how's the party going down there?"

Vaggie: "Typical. Niffty brought a knife."

Charlie: "A knife? Just one??"

Vaggie: "We'll see."

Charlie: "I... guess just a knife's not too bad-"

Vaggie: "Heavenly steel."

Charlie: "H- Did you confiscate-?"

Vaggie: "Husk's working on it. I had better things to do."

Charlie: "Oh." (drooping) "Better things right. Other things. Just checking in on me huh? Um, what is the other things that need doing?"

Vaggie: "Charlie."

Charlie: "Shoot did I forget something?"

Vaggie: "You didn't-"

Charlie: "Something IMPORTANT?"

Vaggie: "Sweetie, you're things."

Charlie: "My things??"

Vaggie: "The things are you."

Charlie: "I'M things? What things- OH I'M THE-"

Charlie: "-I'm the things that need doing."

Vaggie: "Do you?"

Charlie: "N-not in public!"

Vaggie: "Guess you'll have to wait, then."

Charlie: "..."

Charlie: "You know, these are the only times I ever wonder about you maybe being a liiiittle itty bit evil."

Vaggie: "Punishment to fit the sin, babe. I've been having to look at you all evening."

Charlie: "I was WONDERING why your wings were showing!"

Vaggie: "You bring it out in me."

Charlie: "HEHEHEHEH."

Vaggie: "So now we're just gonna have to suffer together for the rest of the night."

Charlie: "That phrasing isn't helping."

Vaggie: "You playing with the hem of my skirt isn't helping."

Charlie: "YOU'RE the one almost sitting on my LAP."

Vaggie: "Emphasis on almost."

Charlie: (sigh) "I wish you were sitting on my lap..."

Vaggie: "You're basically melting into mine now, so there's that."

Charlie: "Your fault." (pouts) "Evil temptress of cuddles denied."

Vaggie: "Hellishly cute seductress."

Charlie: "Distracting tease."

Vaggie: "Speaking of distracting, think the whole room's looking this way now."

Charlie: "Can't blame them. You're lovely, Vaggie."

Vaggie: "Charmer."

Charlie: "Beautiful~"

Random Sinner: (charges over) "Murdering EXORCIST! You-"

(FwooOOM HELLFIRE)

Demon Charlie: (SNARLS)

Random Sinner: "...."

Random Sinner: "..... your wings are.. very pretty."

Vaggie: "Thanks."

Demon Charlie: "ANY oThER WORDS?"

Random Sinner: "C-congratulations on the girlfriend, your highness!"

Charlie: (beaming) (sparkling) "Thank you!!"

Random Sinner: (slightly charred) (eases back into the crowd)

Vaggie: "...."

Charlie: "I know I know..." (huffs) "That was a bit-"

Vaggie: "Hot."

Charlie: "Oh hush." (smirks) (drapes herself over gf's lap again)

-

Alastor: "...Well!"

Angel Dust: "She sure ain't stiff anymore."

Alastor: "Quite so."

Husk: "She's fucking liquefying."

Alastor: "Hrmm..."

Angel Dust: "Liquid like lighter fluid. She ROASTED that guy."

Cherri Bomb: "Are we like, SURE no one slipped anything in her drink..?"

Niffty: "Do you see any DEAD BODIES around Vaggie!?"

Cherri Bomb: "Uh, no?"

Niffty: "Awww. Then no."

Husk: "My grip hasn't gone limp though- Niffty, stop trying to take back the fucking angel knife."

Niffty: "THERE AREN'T ANY CORPSES HERE AT LEAST LET ME HAVE THIS!!!"

Husk: "Fuck no! You'll make corpses!"

Niffty: "I KNOOOOW!!!"

Angel Dust: "Not tonight, Niff."

Niffty: (hanging limply off of knife handle) (sobbing)

Alastor: "Oh dearest don't CRY~" (pats niffty) "Come now- why don't we RELISH how the crowd shies back in FEAR from our DARLING hotel founder!"

Cherri Bomb: "Uhh, they might just be cringing back from all the glittery rainbows..?"

Niffty: (sniffling) "Cr- cringing's good..."

Husk: "She sure as fuck does look full of pride now."

Alastor: "Indeed! MOST satisfactory!"

Cherri Bomb: "Gay pride."

Angel Dust: "In her fucked up battle scarred heavenly wash out murder girlfriend who's giving her big soppy I'm-so-in-love looks."

Alastor: "Ah HA...! Close enough~"

[jscrawls]

Grave mistakes

Gotham City is full of a lot of characters, criminals, creepy clowns, man eating plants, eccentric billionaires. But all that rolled into one household?

Warning: contains mentions of violence, death, harmful tendencies, general spooky stuff, it's an Addams reader they're gonna be freaky,

Part 2: late night runs

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You've been so busy that you haven't gone shopping for groceries since the move, of course two am is the perfect time to go out and maybe get to know your new home more intimately while you're at it. So you dress in your darkest and head out the door to start up your hearse.

Gothams quite gloomy and unwelcoming looking, looming architecture standing over everyone like unpleasant giants watching the ants crawl, gargoyle statues and symbols of darkness decorate every corner, You love it. People avoid you like the bubonic plague as you stroll through the night market, tote bag on your arm.

“Excuse me, my dear fellow, what's the price on these?” You gesture at the wilted vegetables in baskets under a faded gray canopy booth, the middle aged man looks up from his iPod and gives you a scrutinizing look before Glancing down at the assorted goods, before hauling himself out of his lawn chair with a huff to point at each basket as he speaks.

“thirty percent off everything after ten o'clock, root veggies are two fifty per pound, lettuce and cabbage are two fifty per head, garlic, onion and chives are four dollars per bag, broccoli and peppers are three for three. And before you ask, no I didn't water these out of the harbor and no I didn't steal them. All sales are final so don't try to bring me no rotten shit in a week asking for refunds.”

He straightens up and rests his hand on his hip as he looks you up and down critically, his free hand coming up to scratch at his salt and pepper scruff.

You nod appreciably as you point at the goods you want. “Wonderful, can I have a head of cabbage, five pounds of potatoes, two pounds of carrots, and a bag of onions and one of garlic?”

The man grunts and nods before he starts bagging the goods in paper bags, which he then cushions by stuffing newspaper into the bags to prevent bruising.

“It's gonna run ya twenty five and fifty cents, money first before you get the shit. No running off with my hard work.” The man's voice is gruff as he puts his hands over the bags, paranoid you'll grab and run.

You nod with a smile as you fish your wallet out of your pocket and pull a hundred out, setting it on his hand and then you start to look through the bags.

The man looks at the bill with a raised eyebrow before grabbing a flashlight to shine at the bill to check if it's legit, he hums lowly before looking back up at you. “You need me to break this or something?” He sighs as he starts to open up a metal tin under his booth as he checks if he has enough to break change.

You blink in surprise at the question, you glance down at his hunched over figure with a confused tilt to your head. “No, no my dear friend keep the bill I am perfectly able to break things myself.” You grab your paper bags and set them in your tote before happily strolling back out into the crowds of the night market, not noticing the man gaping after you.

You stop at a few more stands as you go, grabbing a few more essentials and non essentials before you decide your totes getting heavy so you start towards your hearse. Someone bumps shoulders with you as you're walking and then whirls around with an angry look.

“Watch it, spooky.” The person, a young man with dyed blonde hair and a neck tattoo spits between your shoes after all but barking like a dog at you.

“Apologies my friend, I did not watch your path for you when you walked into me.” You smile at him, the man's frown deepens and he takes a step back.

“Punk ass, watch your mouth before someone else watches it for you.” he looks you up and down like he's looking for something, then he scoffs and turns to stalk off, cussing at you under his breath the whole time.

you turn and happily continue on your way after that, making it approximately twelve steps before you’re grabbed by the upper arm and yanked into an alleyway.

two youngish guys brandish knives at you after they shove you into a brick wall, knocking your tote off your arm and dropping it. “run your pockets or we’ll stick you!” the closer one snarls, the other one quickly nudges him roughly with his elbow. “dude, shh! not so loud moron!”

the closer one rolls his eyes before holding his pocket knife up higher. “whatever, you get the idea emo. cough up the green before you end up in a hospital.”

you look between the two men with a smile growing on your face, this city is so exiting! “a hospital? couldn’t you aim for higher aspirations my friends?” the closer man’s lip curls, his grip on his blade tightening. “don’t start with that ‘you could do more with your life’ shit now, you’re not getting out of this with some pinterest quotes.”

“oh you misunderstand, i’m asking you to try for a morgue instead of a hospital. i’ll give you money of course, but i’d like to see some real effort here boys!” at your words the two of them exchange glances, shifting uncomfortably on the balls of their feet.

after a moment of silence the further away one of the two speaks up, “is this a game to you? some weird tactic to make us leave you alone? just give us something so we can all go home for gods sake.”

you pull your wallet out and start pulling money out. “ will you accept gold coins?” they share another look, the closer one leans over and roughly snatches the coins out of your palm. ‘who the fuck carries-you know what nevermind, lets go matt.” they both turn to dart further down the alleyway, but your confused voice stops them. “wait! you didn’t even give me a superficial wound! no jagged cuts that bleed and fester, not even a thrashing?” dissapointment colors your tone as you give them confused looks.

‘….are you like, alright?” before you can respond to the inquiry a dark figure suddenly lands in front of you, getting between you and the two robbers.

‘oh shi-!” the startled shriek is cut off by a swift kick to the sternum, the lithe figure ducks out of the way of the panicked knife swing the one named matt throws at them. the caped figure grabs his wrist and twists his arm until he drops the blade, they then smack him in the back of the neck, somehow knocking him out.

you clap exitedly from where you stand, cheering like this is a play. “good show! that was simply wonderful! me next!” you step closer, exited at the prospect of an attack. to your disappointment they silently grab the coins out of the hand of your would-be mugger and wordlessly hand them to you, no physical harm for you tonight it seems.

the figure is wearing black on black, a stitched up mask completely covers their face while some kind of ears decorates the top, their white lenses stare at you like the eyes of a doll, the yellow bat on their chest being the only splash of color on them. with a sigh you take back your money and start gathering your fallen bags, the quiet figure squats down to help you gather your things while they keep staring at you.

‘….hurt?” eventually they speak, their head tilting up and down as they carefully study your dejected figure.

“unfortunately no, i remain *miserably* unharmed.” the figure tilts their head at that, pausing with a potato in hand. “….you want to hurt?”

“of course, i think there’s no greater thrill in life besides death!” you stand up with the broken tote in hand, trying to balance the groceries in it despite the large split running down the side. the petite figure glances back at the two men on the ground before glancing back at you, again studying your form in silence.

“….okay.” they just nod slightly at that, unsure how to take your answer.

“right, well if i’m to remain physically well then i suppose i’ll head home, thank you for the good show my friend. i like the whole running about in black and brutally attacking people thing, very deranged.” you smile at them and turn to leave, they silently approach you and grab your wrist, when you turn to look at them they tuck a card in your hand before turning away and jumping up to grab a fire escape and climb out of the alleyway.

the card has a little bat on the back, cute. the other side is a help hotline.

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A/n: realistically I know Gotham wouldn't have night markets but just pretend with me y'all 🥹

[novvabee]

And They Were Roommates pt.5

Summary: you dress the boys up

“Hey Y/N love,” you hear James call from down the hall. “Would you come here for a second?”

You close your laptop, pausing what you were doing and made your way out into the hall. You noticed his door to his room is closed, meaning he must be calling from further down the hall, the bathroom. You see the door open and light on, steam wafting into the hall.

“Yeah?” You say, seeing James wrapped in a towel. This wasn’t necessarily an uncommon sight, James and You shared the bathroom so you would often catch a glimpse of him between showers. Not that you were looking! Not that you weren’t… not looking though. He was quite fit, attractive. He was practically flaunting it around, how could you not want to admire him.

Usually, he would be quite flirty, confident while in this state. But this time he looked slightly… nervous?

“Uh… y-you left something on uh the sink. And, is that… I mean I’m not judging or anything but… maybe you could just bring it back to your room?” He said, face visibly heating.

You looked at the sink, at the thing in question that would get him so uncomfortable. You saw your mascara sitting on the edge of the sink. You usually kept a quite tidy bathroom both of you, you didn’t realize leaving makeup out would be a problem, you were just in a rush and didn’t put it back into your makeup bag. But… looking at it now, it was quite phallically shaped. Wait.. did James think…

“Oh my god, no!” you started to laugh “James no. It’s just mascara, it’s makeup”

James, now very relieved, let out a breath. “Oh.. I mean, sorry it’s just.. The shape is… ya know” he stuttered. 

“I wouldn’t leave that in here” you said without thinking and instantly regretting it. “Um, I’m just gonna let you dry off. Sorry.” you said and rushed back to the comfort of your own room. That was a very uncomfortable and awkward encounter. You will have to apologize for that later.

Later came that evening when you heard a knock on your door. You expected it to be James. “Come in!” you called.

Low and behold it was Sirius who opened the door and stepped in instead. He was hearing an old Sex Pistols t-shirt and some joggers, hair half tied back.

“Oh hi Siri, what's up?” you asked 

“Just wanted to see what you were up to love,” he said with a smirk walking closer to your bed “How has your day been?”

“Oh fine! I just did some work stuff and laundry,” you looked up at him and smiled a bit. “Had a slightly awkward run in with James earlier.” you joked.

Sirius raised his eyebrows and smirked knowingly “Oh yeah,” he said, “James mentioned to us that you keep your sex toys out on the counter.” 

You felt mortified, reddening instantly. “No! That’s not-” you started but were cut off by a booming “SIRIUS” from downstairs followed by feet bounding up the stairs, most likely a just as embarrassed James.

“I’m joking, i’m joking” Sirius laughed “I know it was makeup- James calm down-”

“I told you that in confidence-”James started talking over Sirius, now standing in the doorway.

“-I know it was makeup and I was wondering if you had any nail polish.” Sirius finished.

Nail polish? Why would Sirius need nail polish? “Yeah, I have some… why?” you asked.

“I want you to paint my nails.” Sirius shrugged as if it were obvious. 

“Oh, ok yeah I can do that, come sit.” you patted the bed. You looked at James “you too?”

“Oh no.” he said, still standing in the doorway. “Can I just watch?”

“Course, come on over.” you made space for both the boys on your bed and found your nail polish box next to your bed, pulling it up and showing Sirius all the colors you had. He settled on black (of course) and gave you his hands. They were rougher than you’d imagined, and much bigger than your own.

From here you could really get a good look at all the tattoos on his hands and arms. The ones on a majority of the space of his hands, they looked like symbols, runes. It made his fingers look longer. It made him more mysterious and… hotter.

You delicately dipped the brush into the pot of polish, then dragged it over his nails precisely, trying not to shake or smear any on his skin. It was hard when he was so close to you, his face very near, trying to watch what you were doing closely. You felt his breath on you and you didn’t hate it, it just made you have to concentrate a lot harder.

You then took in the fact that James was also quite close, also trying to peek at what you were doing. They both seemed very intrigued, and you couldn’t complain, not when they were both this close to you.

Once you were done, Sirius pulled his hands back to examine your work, seeming quite happy indeed. “Careful not to smudge them now, Siri. it helps if you blow on them or wave them in the air to dry.” he nodded and started flapping his hands.

“Slumber party?” you heard from the doorway. It was Remus.

“We were painting Siri’s nails.” you smiled at him. He walked into your room lying halfway on your bed and propping his head on his hand. 

“Well let’s see,” He said to Sirius. Sirius smiled and proudly showed his freshly coated hands to Remus. “Ah, classic color.” He looked up at Sirius and smiled. “Nice work, love.” he turned to you.

“Thank you, Remmy.” You liked this, the closeness, the intimacy that the boys brought to your room. It felt quite nice to have them all on your bed, hanging out with you, doing nothing in particular. You decided that you wanted this moment, this feeling more often from here on out. “You know what goes well with painted nails?” you ask.

They all looked at you with intrigue.

“Pretty dresses.” you laugh.

“No. Absolutely not.” Sirius started, but James was already on his feet walking over to the closet, ready to pick out a dress. 

“Please… you owe me for teasing me earlier.” you say with a fake pout, batting your eyelashes.

“Really laying it on thick aren’t you,” Sirius sighed “Ok fine.”

You giggled and looked at Remus “You too Rem.”

“What? Why me?”

You shrugged your shoulders “Entertainment?” you replied

Remus thought it over for a moment, sighed, then stood. You cheered and jumped to your feet, rushing over to the closet.

You handed the boys dresses and sent them to their individual rooms to change, feeling giddy and happy that they were willing to be silly for you. 

“Ok you ready?” you heard James call.

“Ready!” you called back. You covered your eyes and waited for James to give you the all-clear.

“Ok” he said. You instantly started giggling.

He was definitely a sight to behold. He was much too muscular for your dress, looking slightly ridiculous. He did a little spin for you and you couldn’t help but laugh harder. He couldn’t even zip it up, and the dress that came to about your mid thigh, barely covered James' ass. You could clearly see his boxers. He turned back to face you and flexed his arms. “I think this is a good look.”

“ I think so too.” you laughed in reply, trying to settle yourself for the next boy. “Ok, ok, next boy please!” you called out.

Sirius burst through the door and strutted to the middle of the room. You gave him a longer, flowy dress, and he was definitely feeling it. The dress was a bit high-watered on him, but at least he could zip it up slightly. His chest tattoos were on clear display, being that the dress was quite low cut.

You and James whooped and wolf called him, only adding to his confidence. Once Sirius caught a glimpse at James he was cackling, clutching his stomach and doubled over.

“Ok,ok you two,” you said “ Next boy!” he said and clapped your hands twice, signaling the entrance of the final boy. 

But there was only a hesitant “uh…” on the other side of the door.

“Oh come on Remus we both did it!” James called.

“Yeah, you’ll look lovely Moons.” Sirius joined.

“No. I mean I have it on but… I’m afraid this is quite indecent.” he said.

The boys already could not contain their laughter. You just furrowed your brows. What could he mean? You walked yourself over to the door and opened it, about to ask what he meant… but then you saw.

Now, all the boys were much taller than you were, but Remus was much taller, and you forgot this when you handed him one of your more risque, short, tight dresses. The dress did not cover his lower half at all. His entire pair of boxers were on display. He covered up, just in case, and waddled in. If he were to wear this out in public, he would definitely get arrested.

You had no words, the other two were laughing so hard, James on his knee, looking like he was trying to catch his breath, and Sirius wiping tears from his eyes. Remus wasn’t upset at all, he was laughing too, looking at the other two ridiculous looking boys. 

This turned into a night that you would not soon forget, especially since Sirius got lovely polaroid pictures of all three of them separately and in a group shot… and his favorite of the night, one of all three of them kissing both your cheeks.

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hiii!! could you write some headcanons for the eltingville guys having a s/o that can draw? fem would be appreciated but ofc it’s alright either way! thank u<33

I like this ideaaa. Here ya go ;3

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Yandere!Eltingville Club x fem!reader who likes to draw

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Yandere!Jerry x Artist!Reader

Jerry is the most quietly obsessed. The kind of yandere who hides behind politeness, who offers to carry your portfolio, compliments your drawings softly, and never really stops looking at you. He’s completely enchanted by how your mind works when you draw — especially if it’s fantasy-themed.

He fantasizes about you drawing him as a heroic knight or an elven prince — someone powerful and beautiful, everything he’s never felt like in real life. It becomes his escape.

He would never force you to draw him, but he’ll definitely hint at it. If you ever do draw him — even casually — he will treasure it like it’s a religious relic. It’ll be pinned to his wall, hidden under his bed, scanned, printed... He keeps extras in his bag.

Jerry can get uncomfortably clingy under the guise of being helpful. He’ll offer to carry your sketchbooks, get you new pens, “protect” you from Bill’s scepticism. But it’s all to stay close.

When others mock or touch your art, he quietly starts holding grudges. If Bill tears a doodle or Josh mocks your anatomy, Jerry’s the type to wait and quietly sabotage them — breaking a collectible, hiding a prized issue, or spreading rumors online under a pseudonym.

His obsessive fantasies get darker over time. In them, you’re isolated with him in a fantasy world — and everyone else is dead or banished. You live happily ever after, and he’s your muse. Your knight in shining armour.

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Yandere!Bill x Artist!Reader

Bill is the worst kind of yandere — jealous, gatekeep-y, angry, and aggressively possessive. The moment you mention art, he immediately wants to know if you draw real stuff — like comic books, superheroes, or Frank Miller-inspired noir.

If you like manga or softer art styles, he mocks you for it... but then keeps every doodle you leave lying around. He says it’s “anime crap” but he has one taped in his locker and another folded in his wallet.

The second he realizes someone else likes your art (or you draw for another guy)? He loses it. Screaming, throwing things, maybe even trashing that person’s stuff. He says it’s about "respect for fandom" or “fake fans” — but really, he’s seething with envy that someone else has your attention.

He’ll start trying to “correct” your style, pushing you to draw hyper-violent comics or edgy pin-ups. It’s his way of controlling what you create — shaping your imagination into something that revolves around him.

He’d say messed-up stuff like, “If you really cared about me, you’d draw me killing Josh with a chainsaw,” and mean it. And if you laugh it off? He’s secretly disappointed.

Bill doesn’t hide his obsession — he yells it. He’ll tell the club you’re “his girl,” even if you’re not dating. Anyone who denies it? Expect an all-out brawl.

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Yandere!Josh x Artist!Reader

Josh gets obsessed with you in the way he obsesses over Dune or Star Trek. It’s fanatical. He wants to memorize your art style like it’s a sacred code. He starts scanning through your sketchbooks when you’re not looking, studying how you shade eyes, how you draw hands.

He’ll not-so-subtly demand that you draw sci-fi scenes — space stations, androids, him as a captain in a dystopian empire. If you indulge him? He’ll never let go. “Can you make me taller?” “Make my arms bigger.” “Give me a laser sword.”

He overanalyzes everything you draw. “What do these symbols mean? Is this me?” He’ll invent entire headcanons around a doodle, thinking you’re leaving secret messages for him.

Josh is territorial. He’ll hover over your shoulder while you draw, yell at anyone who dares distract you, and get extremely aggressive if another guy asks for a commission.

He starts showing up at your house with “gifts” — Dune art books, custom sketch pads, even rare inks — but if you reject him or just seem ungrateful, he spirals into passive-aggressive rants about how artists don’t appreciate “real fans.”

He’ll fantasize about owning all your art. Literally hoarding it. If he could lock you in a basement with nothing but paper and pens to draw for him forever, he’d do it... and convince himself it’s romantic.

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Yandere!Pete x Artist!Reader

Pete fixates on your art with the same intensity he has for horror and gore. He’s fascinated if you draw dark or violent themes — monsters, slashers, death scenes. If your art is cutesy, he thinks it’s lame... at first. Then he gets weirdly obsessed with how your soft art contrasts his brutal tastes.

He starts demanding that you draw horror scenes — but with you and him as the characters. “Make us the final girl and the killer. You’re running from me, but you kinda like it, right?” He’s dead serious.

Pete’s the kind of yandere who steals your sketchbook and keeps it under his mattress. He pretends to hate it when you confront him, acts like you’re annoying, but the moment you leave? He’s sniffing the pages and mumbling about how beautiful your hands must be when they move.

If your parents or teachers discourage your art, Pete flies into a rage. He sees himself as your protector, the one person who “gets it.” If he ever finds someone tearing up your drawings, he’ll get physical without hesitation.

Pete is paranoid and angry. If he sees you talking to another guy while doodling, he assumes it’s romantic and will immediately try to pick a fight — calling them a poser or accusing them of “using you for free art.”

In his ideal world, you two make horror comics together, and everyone else is either dead or too scared to come near. And if you ever say you want space? He might threaten to hurt himself, guilt-tripping you into staying.

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