#<- as in i think i just invented this ship maybe

[reinafish]

I love blazamy, I love sticksamy, i love blaze x sticks (no ship name? *sobs*)…

IM A GENIUS GUYS IM SO SMART I-

[luckiestplant]

do you guys understand the vision

[coquelicoq]

no but it's so funny that breq and mercy of kalr seem to be working from the same first principles (ships love captains) but breq interprets the "i could be my own captain" thing (which it immediately follows up with "i don't want to be a captain. but i find i like the thought that i could be") as "i don't love you as my captain" instead of "i could be someone you (a former ship) could love…"

i also love the ambiguity of that later scene when ship says it likes seivarden mostly because she loves breq. which you could interpret either as ship liking that seivarden loves breq because ship loves breq (the main interpretation, given that ship loving breq is what the rest of ship's speech is about), or as ship liking that seivarden is a person who can love a ship (and ship is a ship…).

idk just like. mercy of kalr my beloved but also. hilarious breakdown of ship-to-ship communication here. breq is the first captain who used to be a ship, breq is the first (former) ship to have the undying devotion of its human (former) officer, ship is the first ship to have a captain who used to be a ship, ship is the first ship offered the chance to be its own captain, none of this has ever been done before. mercy of kalr is trying to go off-script but breq is still interpreting all its responses according to the figurative Intership Social Schemata and Communication Protocol even though none of the prompts are in the Intership Social Schemata and Communication Protocol! like come on babe YOU'RE the one who asked ship this brand-new question and opened up a whole new universe of existential possibility. meet ship halfway already!!

[snowsays]

do you see more porn bots the more you report them or its just that the 10 things i hate about you tag is chockfull of them?

[kaijudyke]

i feel like majors hatter and hare have all the trimmings of fandom darlings (they're minor characters but they totally steal the show, they may or may not be a gay couple, they're enemies to lovers-or-friends-who-even-knows, they're funny, there's so little to go on with them that there's a ton of room to speculate) and for the life of me i can't understand why they're not a bigger thing in the mechs fandom. i think they're so utterly delightful

[pyrepostings]

Prodigal Son

Free Birds and Fiddlers

cw: referenced past events of the story, including character death and abuse. Polite discussion of Christianity (specifically the story referenced by this chapter's title), mild implied homophobia that gets checked

~~~

Kevin settled himself on the starboard side deck, bringing his knees as close to his chin as he could without losing his balance to the waves, and holding his staff in hand for further aid in not tipping over. He tugged at his hair with his free hand.

The others were port side as far as he knew, likely going below now they were surrounded by water, and would be for some time. While he had agreed to come back to Paradis, he wasn't going to voluntarily be be brought below deck again for anything.

It wasn't long before Julian came around the corner, with two bowls of food in hand. Kevin smirked slightly as the otherwise very dignified man had not quite the sea legs of a sailor, at least Kevin had an excuse for poor balance.

"Do you mind if I join you? I brought lunch."

Kevin nodded, forcing out a "yeah" and re-positioned himself so he could wedge his staff between himself and the wall and took the offered bowl.

Lunch was some kind of cured ham, sauced and seasoned, with bread on the side. They ate in silence, washing it down with a thermos-full of tea. It was an uncomfortable silence, Kevin knowing there was much that still needed to be said, and knowing there was much Julian wanted to say but was afraid of Kevin reacting poorly so soon after the tentative peace was struck.

Kevin figured there were things for him to say too, sooner or later, and so broke it himself.

"I want you to know, Julian, that I'm sorry for hurting you. I shouldn't have. I just... I just didn't know what else to do at the time."

Kevin didn't look at the other man, but he felt him shift to look at him.

"I also want you to know. When we get back, I'll accept whatever punishment you decide for me. Just. Please don't tie me up again. Please." Kevin hid his head in his arms, breathing heavier than he was expecting to at that confession.

Julian was silent for a moment. "I meant what I said, when I told you there wouldn't be a punishment. You have to follow the terms of parole you agreed to, but I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."

"I know that's what you said but you couldn't have meant it. I know you were just saying that so I wouldn't hurt you more."

"Kevin, I meant it completely. All you have to do is ask to come back and you would be welcomed back with open arms. And you have asked. And so you will be welcomed back. I don't punish for the sake of punishment."

"But I hurt you. I killed Minstrel."

"And I really wish you hadn't. But- you've been punished enough. You weren't in your right mind. Hurting you more wouldn't bring him back, and you choosing to come back is like reviving you from the dead anyhow. I just want you to feel safe again. Why would I push you away now?"

Kevin stared off at the waves before replying. "Is everyone else going to feel that way?"

"I specifically ordered him not to go after you. Both times, in fact. But it was his choice to defy them. And you had made your intentions clear to him after the first. I won't say you were in the right either, but he knew what you were prepared to do, and he went of his own free will anyway. That is the truth, and that is what I will say to anyone who gives you trouble."

"Are you going to make me swear loyalty to you, commander?"

"Mm, I would like it if you did. But I can hardly force you. Either way you would be under my protection. Besides, you already swore loyalty to Elsa all those years ago. No one could argue you haven't served at least a few good years to us. Earned the right to still wear our crest, if you chose to."

"hm. And technically I swore first to Ezran anyway. I renewed my vows to Elsa."

"Exactly, see? You're one of the old guard."

Kevin did feel relaxed by his words, if only slightly. He seemed sincere. He leaned back against the wall behind him and closed his eyes against the sun.

"But I've been gone for so long. Will anyone actually remember that? Or just the crimes I've done?"

"I'll make sure to remind them if they ever forget."

"Thank you, Julian."

The time and silence stretched between them, gently rocked by the waves until Julian spoke again.

"There's something I wanted to ask you, if it's alright?"

"What is it?"

Julian pulled out a file of papers. "I'm sure you know, but part of the agreement to have you released back to us included giving me a copy of your file. Every conversation you had in custody, every note of your actions and whereabouts, of the trial."

"Alright?"

"Would it be ok with you if I read it?"

Kevin huffed. "As if anything in there is a secret?"

"I know, I just wanted to be clear with you. If you don't want me to read it, or any specific part, I won't. I'll throw the whole file overboard right now if you sincerely ask me to."

Kevin arched an eyebrow. "I don't think you'd actually do that. But if you wish to read it, and would truly follow my wishes, you may. I just want you to know... a lot of that- I'm not proud of what you'll find in there."

"I know. That's why I asked."

A particularly turbulent wave sent Kevin off balance, forcing him to extend a hand, and sending a slight shock of pain from where he instinctively extended and put pressure on his wounded leg. He felt a touch at his shoulder which quickly retreated.

"Sorry."

"It's fine. Thanks."

Kevin adjusted slightly, not wishing to fall off balance again but also trying to wrap himself against the cold sea wind as much as possible without the thick woolen cloak he had stubbornly refused. He could feel Julian's eyes on him.

"What?"

"It's just- do you want help?"

Was there an air of smug amusement in that voice?

"No I'm fine."

"You look cold, is all. We can go below deck to get out of the wind-"

"No! No. I'm fine, I don't need to go below deck." Even as he spoke, he could feel the chill setting into his bones in a way he knew he would soon regret not finding a way to ward off the wind.

Julian hummed, clearly not convinced but also having learned his lesson about pressing Kevin about things that weren't an immediate danger to his life. Kevin did notice how Julian let his own cloak open. An invite? It was clearly intentional, from the way he shifted to allow more of the fabric to the side where Kevin sat. He wasn't being slick at all.

Kevin rolled his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"You know, we have these lovely cloaks, handcrafted and specifically designed to protect against the cold which comes with being outside, and not up to much strenuous activity."

Kevin suppressed a smirk, suddenly enjoying the game they were now playing. "I know, I used to wear one. Yours seems to have fallen, right- ah right there."

"Hm, so it has. I barely noticed. That probably means I don't really need it right now. Would you like to borrow it?"

Oh, he thinks he's so cool. Unfortunately Kevin had already decided he wasn't going to wear one of those anymore. "I don't need the whole thing, just a corner, I think." He slid a bit closer to Julian, letting their shoulders touch. "If that's ok."

Julian nodded. "I didn't think you'd want to be this close to me."

"Don't get me wrong. We're not there yet. But- I do miss you. I miss what we used to have. And I am cold."

"Mhm. Alright." Julian threw the side of the cloak over Kevin's opposite shoulder as he snuggled in, pressing his entire side of his body up to Julian's, and tucked a few fingers under his flight harness for security against the rolling waves. He felt Julian shift in a way that seemed to be checking to make sure Kevin wasn't snatching anything off of said harness, but then relaxed back into him.

He was warm. And the way Julian stroked his hair, like he used to, sent a different kind of shiver down his spine.

It was comfortable. Sans the hard wooden floor, and the rocking of the boat, and the gulls cawing-

Kevin pressed his face into Julian's shoulder and neck, just above the collarbone. Why did he ever leave? He could have had this the whole time.

With Julian's hand in his hair, and his own fingers entwined in the other man's harness, mooring him in place, he let himself drift off.

~

Julian couldn't be 100% sure Kevin wasn't trying to play him, but if he really did still hate him for what happened, he never had to agree to come back.

Kevin had a long way to go. It was true many of his old comrades turned against him when he had initially lashed out, and most of the rest when news was brought that Minstrel was dead by his hands. And that wasn't to speak of Kevin's personal journey in his own head. Julian knew by now what false peace looks like, how quickly a riptide can pull one under.

But he was hanging on, now. He would have more people than just Julian looking out for him specifically, a whole net this time. People that Kevin helped many years ago. People who were hurt in very similar ways, and maybe that would help more than Julian ever could have done the first try.

For now he smiled at the barely audible snores that started from Kevin. He opened the file still on his lap.

~

Eventually, Quinn came around the corner.

"Oh, sorry, I don't mean to intrude. I just wanted some air."

"It's fine. I was just doing some reading." Julian was suddenly very aware of his hand still in Kevin's hair at his shoulder. Aware because Quinn made no secret with the way he looked at him that was what he was referring to.

"He was cold."

"It's warmer, and dryer, inside you know."

"And stuffier, so you've mentioned."

"Eh, true." Quinn leaned against the guardrail. "I guess I just didn't realize, how involved you two were."

Julian quirked an eyebrow. "And what do you mean by that?"

"Nothing! Just that you didn't let on. You've been awfully reserved with that information, before last night I never would have suspected-"

"Allow me to interject, officer. Neither you, nor your crown, is entitled to know every last detail of our relationship. I will state plainly that I plan to uphold the deal I made with your government for his relative freedom, and any involvement with him will not hinder that.

"In addition, while you are coming along to keep his parole, the laws of Paradis are slightly different to those of your home. Not everything outlawed there is outlawed here. Not everything you know to be a sin is considered as such here."

His tone was hard, but diplomatic.

"Right, right, I'm sorry. Commander, I didn't mean it like that."

"Mhm, of course."

Kevin stirred beside him but made no indication he heard anything. Julian rubbed his head softly to coax him back to sleep.

"I guess I just didn't realize until now why you intervened for him."

"I didn't pull him out of a life of incarceration because I'm romantically involved with him, if that's the point you're trying to make."

"So why did you? You broke the policy of isolationism to fight the courts for extradition. For one man."

Julian watched Kevin's face as he rubbed his thumb gently along his scalp. "I've never been Christian, but a long time ago, he taught me some of the stories from the bible. I imagine you're Anglican?"

"Yes, why?"

"Do the stories change much between denominations?"

"Depends. Exact wordings change depending on the exact translation, but the overall stories and messages should stay the same between, say, the king James version and the catholic one."

"Then you should know the one about the son who goes off into the world, squandering all of his father's money. When the famine comes and the son has nowhere to go lest he starve and perish to the elements, he returns home, groveling to his father's feet, not believing he would ever be worthy of forgiveness.

"Instead, he is immediately forgiven. A feast is held in his honor. The father is just glad his son came home.

"Are there truly no obvious parallels here? He asked for help, to return to my side, so of course I would fight for him."

"Well I suppose, when you put it like that."

And at Julian's side, Kevin curled almost imperceptibly closer.

Masterlist

[penkura]

OP Men as Dads Part 2

Note: I chose to do another five OP men for this one!! My brain won't shut off about these men being dads, I'm losing it omg. I hope these are good, I kind of struggled a little but just wrote whatever came to mind. Maybe I can do a part three at some point with more of them! I have a small idea for Mihawk and Franky, but that's it so far. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! Sticking baby Ace for the image because I got nothing else lol.

Part One Here!

Kid is a boy dad, I’m sorry he just is. I can’t see him with a daughter really, unless she’s the youngest and was a surprise. But anyway! He’d have three boys that were all three years apart, and all are exactly like him. You really do love your sons and husband, but how you wish at least one of your boys was calm. The four of them are always roughhousing to the point you’ve had to set rules to keep from Kid accidentally hurting them, or your children from breaking things when he isn’t involved. When you have a set of twins a few years after your third son, another two boys, you’re done and just accepting your fate as a boy mom. You and Kid love all your boys though, neither of you would change anything, especially when your youngest ends up being a momma’s boy who’s finally calm and would rather spend his time with you than anyone else. Kid isn’t jealous, he swears.

~~

Usopp I can see with two girls! A few years between them, and they’re both the light of his life aside from you of course! Every story he tells them before bed makes them both so excited to grow up and become Pirates themselves, brave women of the sea! The oldest will want to help Usopp and Franky with inventions and fixing up the ship, while the youngest wants to be a sniper like her dad. You have no complaints about either one of those, more than grateful they both want to take after Usopp and following in his footsteps. Your girls absolutely love their dad, you get a little jealous sometimes, but getting to watch the three of them bond is your favorite thing in the world. It might make him a little emotional, especially after not having Yasopp around as he grew up.

~~

Shanks, I’m sure a lot are wondering about, would be such a great dad, we’ve seen him with Luffy and Uta, there’s no way he’d let down his biological kids imo. I see him with a son first, one with his hair that’s even more wild, and then twin girls! They’d all be about four years apart in age, but they’d run him ragged day in and day out. He'd teach your son how to wield a sword and help him develop his Haki, while your daughters will learn more hand to hand combat, though your youngest will join the sword lessons when she’s ready. When they’re little, he lets your girls put pins and braids in his hair, while telling all three of them stories about his time on the sea. The rest of the crew adores your children, Shanks knew they’d all be great uncles to your little ones.

~~

SHACHI WOULD SUCH A GOOD DAD OMG. You think I’m pushing Penguin propaganda, I’m here for Shachi now too. He’ll have two boys within two years of each other, yes the second is a surprise but so beyond welcomed, and then several years later a little girl that has all three of them wrapped around her finger! Your daughter would have his red hair, she’d just be the prettiest little thing, with chubby cheeks and her hair pulled back into two little ponytails. Your sons would have a mix between your hair and Shachi’s, both taking more after their dad in personality than anything. Of course, Shachi will teach all three of them to defend themselves, but especially your daughter since she’s the baby and he just wants her to be safe, even with her big brothers as her guardians.

~~

Rosinante, Corazon, however we wish to call him, he would be the best dad out of this group, I’m sure of it. Apart from taking in Law, he’d have two of his own children, a girl first and then a boy a couple years later. Law would act as a big brother to the two, it’d be the cutest thing ever. While your daughter would be outgoing and ready to take on the world, your son would much shier and would rather hide himself behind you or Corazon, normally his dad though. Corazon would NOT let Doflamingo around them; he’d probably keep the three of you a secret, maybe even his adoption of Law too, just to keep you all safe. He’s lost family before, he doesn’t want it to happen again, even if that means picking up and moving you all where his brother can’t find you. Apart from that, Corazon would make sure all of you had everything you needed, and your son would hold onto him through everything.  Your daughter would attach more to Law, but that’s perfectly fine, he’s accepted her as his new little sister and wants to protect her, he wants to protect your son too where he can. Your daughter would also want to keep her baby brother safe, not one of you would let a thing happen to a hair on his head. Corazon finally has a family again, a family of his own, he’s not letting anything happen to any of you anytime soon.

[dejabooooo]

Ok I’m doing it. Idk if anyone will read this but here’s a compilation of all the stancest crumbs from bill’s book along with a stancest endgame theory:

I say theory because I can’t think of a better word atm. I know this is obviously not the intention of the text. I am merely taking the information we were given and twisting it to fit my sick agenda. It’s what bill would have wanted (Well maybe not quite like this but lol fuck him anyway).

So! Obviously billford was the star of the show here, but as I learned a little bit more about the codes I didn’t just learn what they say. I learned that all the stancest ship fuel is contained within them, and even tho it’s not much in comparison, what we did get is pretty profound!

There was a brand new code alphabet introduced in this book that we’ve never seen before. This cute little bros code that Stan and Ford invented when they were kids. Besides this image, this code is used only three times in the entire book.

The first (and insanely subtle) instance is on this page where ford concludes that Stan is the only person he can turn to after bill drives him to his breaking point:

It’s very small and hard to make out. On the window amid the equations.

It says: “miss you”

Pertaining the contents of this page, my first thought was that this is probably meant to be interpreted as a message directed at Fiddleford. But that wouldn’t really make sense given how it’s presented. This wasn’t written in after the fact. It couldn’t be directed at Fiddleford, they’re standing together arm in arm. It’s a code only Ford and Stan know, and this pic wasn’t taken long after they separated. This message must be about Stanley.

Ford uses the code on the next page, the last lost journal page where he’s talking about reaching out to Stan. It translates to: “have I been too harsh all along?”

This is so gut wrenching to me because he’s never written in this code literally anywhere else in the entire journal. And he says this vulnerable little line about Stanley in this code he probably hasn’t used in years but still remembers, in this code that only Stan would be able to understand besides himself.

The last usage is by Stan. Because the rest of the family is watching him write this, to the rest of them it just looks like he’s censoring his cussing for the kids’ sakes. But to ford, stan’s slyly writing him a little message that only he can see…

And what does it say?

“Love ya bro”

Ford’s arc in this book is realizing he should put his attention and concern in the ones that love him rather than fueling his obsessive hatred toward the one who hurt him. He comes to understand that he’ll be happier if he’s open about his past and rely on his family whose affection isn’t conditional like bill’s was. He moves past his shame, and comes out of the paranoid isolation that bill had encouraged him into.

And of course he receives this comfort from his whole family. But I think it’s very interesting how bill is framed as this toxic ex, Fiddleford is framed as the one he should have put his trust in during that pivotal time in 80s where ford ultimately blew his chance, and then there’s Stan.

Stan is hardly brought up at all but his presence lingers in more than few of Ford’s vulnerable journal entries. Stan is the one who put Bill in his place. Stan is the one who made Ford realize where his priorities should be. Stan is the one who’s accepted him all along and is the one remaining by his side in the end.

Bill even blames Stan for stealing ford from him like a jealous ex who can’t stand the fact that ford has moved on with someone else. (This is directed at the reader but it mirrors his frustration with the stans when they worked together to defeat him)

In conclusion: incest somehow ended up being the healthiest partnership option all along. Who knew?

BONUS CODE THAT CAN BE MISCONSTRUED IN A MORALLY REPREHENSIBLE WAY:

At the bottom of the first lost journal page where he’s talking about his loneliness and yearning for human connection, he mentions Stan in a code again. After embarrassing himself in front of the waitress he says: “Stanley could have made her laugh” 💔

[queen-mihai]

We only need a few rich people

And we need zero billionaires

The "need" in society to have rich people running around is mostly for entertainment value.

Let's say someone who earns $20 million a year due to some really popular product she invented and maybe some smart investments.

This person will never be a billionaire

BUT she will be a fun person to have around on some dumb TV show

"Oh yeah I bought myself a second yacht this year 😅. They're kind of a guilty pleasure of mine so I thought I'd splurge"

She's not rich enough to get around paying her taxes, which means she's probably giving 10-15 million a year or more straight to the government as taxes.

Now, she's paying the people who build the yacht, keeping them in business. They hire tradespeople and artists to make her ship nice, and those people go on to further stimulate the economy by spending the paychecks they earned building her yacht

She buys houses, clothes, cars, puts her kids through expensive classes, and sets aside a little nest egg so she can retire in comfort and her kids can go to school

That's not so bad. She's probably on TV shows talking about how fun it is being rich and everything. Maybe she gives some money to charity and people kinda wanna be like her.

You know what we don't need?

Someone rich enough to, instead of buying a car, buys the entire car manufacturer

We don't need someone who has enough money to stop paying their taxes and then pretend they still do.

We don't need someone who can spend a million dollars in a day and have it replaced that same day.

Spending money SHOULD hurt. Or make you feel SOMETHING.

If you're collecting money so goddamn fast that you literally can't spend it fast enough to ever see your bank account go down, we don't fucking need you.

If you're collecting that much money, your bank account should just be a wide open door where people can rob you all they want because you won't even notice anyway.

Are you a billionaire reading this? Give me ten million dollars and I'll think about shutting up. I won't, but I'll think about it.

You're gonna have to give ten million to every other person reading this though cuz they're probably not gonna shut up either.

You know what? Actually it'd probably just be easier to PAY YOUR DAMN TAXES. That would get a lot of us to shut up.

Try it. You might like it

[sen-ya]

I have been thinking, if luffy and law are in diferent ships and the sail apart, with who does rocy live? I suposse that she lives with law mostly and sometimes goes with the straw hats, or they stoped traveling for a while? I don't think so.

(pls i'm not a native English speaker, maybe i invented some words)

Every time I think I’ve posted all of my old comics I find another!! Thank you for reminding me of this one anon!! In my lil family au timeline after Rocy’s born law and luffy go to zou with Bepo who was heading there to be with his partner and baby. They stay there for like 18 months to two years ish just until she’s less squishy then reunite with their crews, sail together exclusively for like 4-6 months, then start taking turns passing her back and forth and sailing together. Like awhile with one parent, awhile sailing together, awhile with the other parent. This was one of the things I p o u r e d over when I first started fam au comics because I was like this is a logistical nightmare (I am a project manager by day)

[supershot73199]

Hey so this is kinda inspired by @virgamsysxvolumes lucky rush au but it's more my own twist on the bioshock inspiration. Actual prompt / idea below the cut

Ok so this would be a good parents au where Danny revealed himself to his parents shortly after the series (excluding phantom planet) and they were super supportive and asked for his help in learning more about ghosts. He also managed to track down Dani and brought her back to Amity only to learn that the ecto dejecto was only a quick fix. Eventually with Frostbites help they cure Dani but the only way is to essentially turn her into her core and let her form a new body in a special pod only she would be a baby. Now at first Jack and Maddie were going to fake a pregnancy and pretend she was Danny's and Jazz's sister however she and Danny bonded while they were looking for a cure and she accidentally called him Daddy. Danny was smitten and decided he would not pretend to be her brother and would be her dad.

The fentons pass it off as an invention gone weird that basically made a baby from Danny with no mother and Amity just shrugs at the Fenton weirdness and accept baby Dawn (She asked Danny to give her a new name before she was turned to a baby and I think that would be a cute name Danny would come up with.) Now 4 years later Danny is 19 or 20 and Dawn is 4 years old and Danny had been studying inventing like his parents and medicine from Frostbite. At Dawn's most recent check up Frostbite gave Danny one as well only to discover that Danny has been absorbing more ecto-energy than his core can handle because he is a primordial in the making (yes this is master of space Danny). So the solution to this is two-fold he has to move to another dimension with less ecto-energy and he has to where a special suit in his ghost form that frostbite and his parents made together. Which is this.

Just without the drill and maybe a little more astronaut themed.

So eventually they pack up Danny and Dawn and find a new dimension with a city where they can live without people asking too many questions. Gotham city. With the number of vigilantes already there Danny won't feel obligated to go out and fight and he can finish his degree at Gotham U and start a business making and selling meta specialized medical equipment and other helpful inventions. (But no weapons.)

So Danny and Dawn with their new identities and parents/grandparents, aunts and uncles (blood and honorary) settle in pretty well with Danny and Dawn going out on moonlit walks in Ghost form. Thus the people of Gotham meet Big Daddy and his little starlight.

Now as for who I would ship with Danny I personally love DannyxCass or Dead silent as I think the current ship name for them is.

So maybe she meets the single dad Danny at college or at the park for the first time but they don't really hit it off until Danny signs Dawn up for a ballet class that Cass teaches.

Meanwhile Bruce and the more paranoid Bat's are trying to find out more about this tank like Meta that the public named big daddy (I imagine people heard Dawn calling him Daddy and No one ever asked his name so they start calling him that as a sort of meme) after he beat down a feral ManBat who tried to go after Starlight. (They heard Danny call her that in the suit and ran with it)

Basically we have creepy tank man and his glowing ghostly daughter on one side and sweet Cass and Danny romance with little gremlin Dawn trying to play matchmaker on the other.

Also what I think the other bat's think of Cass new boyfriend.

Dick is full overprotective big brother.

Jason after seeing the way that Danny is trying to help the underprivileged and the fact that they are like something out of a Hallmark movie ships it.

Tim is paranoid about this stranger and is back to his old habits(stalking) to find answers.

Steph is full Gung ho wing women she will be Cass bridesmaid God dammit.

Damien starts off hostile thinking there is no way he's good enough for his favorite sister until he meets Dawn and suddenly he is declaring that Cass needs to hurry up and marry him or else he will because he will have that adorable little girl in his family no matter what.

Duke is wary at first because he hadn't ever seen someone who glows as bright as Danny and Dawn but the more time he spends with them the more he realizes that the bright glow is a safe and protective aura and that it reaches out and covers everyone Danny cares about. (Danny has a ghostly aura he subconsciously covers people he cares about with that let's him react to danger faster)

Alfred is already planning out weddings and birthdays. He always expected Dick to be the first one to give him Great grand babies but he's not complaining.

Bruce much like Dick is full over protective dad maybe he even borrows one of Alfred's guns to try to intimidate Danny.

Barbara who is both a big sister figure and a almost mother like figure to Cass is absolutely delighted. (It doesn't hurt that Danny made a set of leg braces that can read nerves to allow her to walk naturally again without needing surgery)

Selina adores the two and thinks they make a cute couple.

Also I think it would be funny if after all of Bruce, Dicks, and Tim's paranoia Danny just strait up tells them that he is from another dimension and even offers to let them tag along on the next visit to his parents so they can do a proper background check (which freaks them out because they hadn't told him they were doing that. At least until while they are discussing it and if that was evidence that Danny is more than he appears Cass says she told him that they were doing a background check on him. Not that Danny didn't already know but it helps the suspicion.)

But yeah part neutral Meta and park Hallmark romance.

Also maybe a side plot of Jazz coming to this dimension and maybe she has a relationship with Supergirl because I haven't seen that before.

[i-yap]

Hey, love your writing!

I was wondering what it would be like with Jason and reader who is also a hero/vigilante meta. What would their dynamic be? I love the idea of them working/fighting together maybe even retiring together.

Sorry I'm a little late in posting, Meetings and big girl jobs blah blah

Jason x vigilante!s/o

I always shipped Jason with civillian s/o so I can either see him with a healing powers or "softer" power's hero , A scientific genius or someone who really just wants to retire too but feels like they have no out.

If you are out there fighting, He is worried, almost unbearingly so. The only person in the batfam I can see with vigilante s/o is dick I'm sorry. Jason is very protective. Too protective for someone who constantly puts themselves in danger so It just wont work. They will keep interrupting your work, His stress levels will be higher and your frustration will drive you insane.

Now if you had softer powers( helping with growing plants, manipulating emotions, healing, talking to animals, telepathy ) and weren't directly in the line of fire..he acts like your guard dog. Example- if you have healing powers he wont let people misuse your kindness and keep making you use your powers to heal even small injuries even though it exhausts you. He will be brick wall between you and whoever dares to even think about exploiting you. And when you do retire, you do it to use your powers to directly benefit the civilians rather than just being a tool for the leagues.

If you are scientific genius, its like the brain and the brawn and it s adorable. Sure jason is argues he is both the brain and the brawn to which you reply "Well I'm the charming personality and the winning smile" and he really cant argue with that. He loves how smart you are and calls you his little nerd ( even though he is equally nerdy but he is more literature smart I feel) He also gets to test out your brand new inventions ( fun guns) to which he gets excited like a kid on Christmas. He wont let you overwork yourself and constantly remind you to take days off to spend with him( don't worry he gives plenty incentives) He is also the biggest distraction ever. You guys may retire to teach in university( JASON AS LITERATURE PROFESSOR AGENDA FOREVER) and become the professors in love( the students ship)

This isnt exactly what you asked but these are just my thoughts tbh. Im sorry I just cant see jason with a full on fighter s/o ...man deserves soft domestic loving and a little peace and quiet in his life.

[jweekgoji]

yan! hiccup/reader/yan! dagur

I'm on season 4 of RTTE but I just can't help but think how interesting the dynamic between Yan!hiccup and Yan!dagur would be.

tw: yandere, yandere rivals, mentions of attempts of kidnapping, slightly stalk-ish hiccup (?), overprotective Dragur, possessiveness

Dagur is already such a troublesome and unbearable person. sorry not sorry, but seriously, that guy toyed with Hiccup and almost drowned him? such a menace but that's why we love him, haha.

pre RTTE is probably one of the wildest times for you to be in this love triangle. while it is actually so nice to be around Hiccup, discussing every simple thing you two enjoy together like drawing or inventing (of course, not without him awkwardly standing next to you, almost stuttering every now and then); Dagur is the one who mostly talks. He would drag you around the island, yelling about how you two would be unstoppable together as dragon hunters and eventually you two might succeed in killing THE night fury! well, he would be the one who did all the job because it's him, obviously 🙄but you were here too, I guess...doing somethin very very important…

Even though Dagur gets a «bit» too crazy during dragon hunting, he still pays a good amount of attention to you. He would constantly make sure you stay NEAR him ALL the time, if you just made a few steps away, he would not bother casually taking your hand and be like 'nuh-uh, you're not going anywhere ☝️' with that calm voice of his, as if he's talking to some reckless little thing like you, who totally needs to be looked after by him. Dagur likes physical touch, he also loves the attention, giving and receiving it at the same time. If something or someone poses a threat to you, he would not hesitate to pull you behind him and deal with it himself.

Hiccup can't be as bold as Dagur though. He's shy, awkward and just doesn't have any experience at all. I'm not sure if Dagur has any experience too, but he's at least confident in what he does. Unlike Dagur, Hiccup is not as strong as him, and most of the time, it makes him frustrated and feel less of himself. He already experienced constant bullying by people on his own island, including his father and he judges himself too. But with Toothless around, he feels less powerless and more hopeful. If he is sure you're fine with dragons, he would find it as a reason to get closer to you. You want to find a dragon friend? Good for you, Hiccup is the best dragon trainer around. If you have your own dragon, it's just more perfect for him, because he would now use the opportunity to show his skills to you and maybe prove that he's actually more than everyone thinks of him? If he's very awkward with you on the ground, eye to eye, he's less tense around you now that he has his best friend around him. After all, it doesn't feel as scary as before.

Dealing with both Dagur and Hiccup would not be easy. Because if they both have a massive crush on you, it's just a matter of time before one finds out about the other. I feel like Dagur might get suspicious at first, because he doesn't care if you like him or someone else, he will be around you. Hold his hands around your waist, shoulders, constantly whining if you just stop paying attention to him as if his life depends on it. If someone approaches you, like Snotlout, he just can't help but show how annoyed he is. Dagur is not shy about making it obvious how the presence of others irritates him.

Hiccup has to be concerned about the dragons' safety, the safety of Berk, Dagur and now yours safety too. If you're not from Berserker Island but from Berk, Dagur doesn't want to part ways at all. He puts his eye on you, and he just can't let you slip away like that. He might just put you over his shoulder and get you on his ship when it's time to go— but thankfully, Hiccup notices this at the right time and saves you from the fate of being stuck with this madman.

If Dagur treats everyone as a possible rival, Hiccup is not that comfortable expressing his feelings yet. I mean, of course he likes you, he would constantly daydream about you like a normal teenage boy, sketching you in his book so many times that even Toothless can replicate it with a stick between his teeth. Well, maybe just a bit more than just a typical teenage boy crush. He knows he can't be like Dagur who can just express his love to you whenever the young Berserker chief sees you, but he shows it in every small but meaningful way he can. Hiccup would find out what you're interested in, what you like, and every small little fact he can memorize, but he would put it like it's just all an accident and pretend like he didn't know anything about it. good for you to have a friend like him?

When things get more heated between you three, Dagur is more protective, he's not that dumb, actually, and he perfectly sees how his bro gets a bit too friendly with you. He really, really tries to think it's just because his two favorite people are being nice to each other and nothing more, but jealousy...! I don't think he would be as violent towards Hiccup as to other people, before «betrayal» he actually thought of the poor boy as the only person he can trust.

«I just HATE how every time I try to get close to [them], someone always appears out of nowhere and takes [their] attention from ME! I mean, [they're] obviously mine, right? You wouldn't try to steal [them] from me too, yes, Hiccup? 🤨 Haha! Of course, you wouldn't, it's not like [they] interested in you anyway ☺️»

«...Right. 👀»

After the fight between the two when it gets revealed about the dragons, Dagur is practically furious. More than usual this time, since he is forced to leave, and he can't see your pretty face again now :((

But good news, it makes you and Hiccup closer now! Whether you want it or not, you were close to Dagur for a good amount of time, you might consider him even some kind of friend of yours. Someone might get a little suspicious of you, because maybe you accidentally took some bits of craziness from Dagur too, but eventually, Hiccup, being the sweet trustful sweetheart would make sure you feel as comfortable as possible. He stays longer than usual, asks if maybe you need a nice quiet ride with him and Toothless just to clear your mind off the recent incident, would always be the one who checks on you every day. He really, really wants to do more, but expressing his true feelings is still so hard for him. It was said that Hiccup is a good gift maker, so expect to receive some small gifts next to your door out of nowhere.

While being away from you, Dagur thinks only about these three things. Night Fury. Hiccup. You. 🔁

His ego hurts, his heart aches, and it doesn't help that he gets even more violent towards others. Every time he tries to attack the riders, he hopes to see you too. When he spots you on your dragon with other riders, he is happy. But you are with dragon riders, so he quickly loses his temper, screaming orders about how his people should focus on capturing you and night fury, the others don't really matter to him.

You just can't help but notice how the fights between the two get more serious with each time now that you're the main target. Dagur would make it one of his personal goals to drag you back to his ship, meanwhile Hiccup would do everything to not get you on Dagur's ship. And that just repeats over and over again, at this point it's just something deeply personal you three have. Meanwhile, the others are left all confused and lost. The time Dagur spent in prison is probably not for the best, isn't it?

[misteria247]

I think one of the many reasons I like the TimmyJimmy ship so much is because Jimmy is like a positive influence for Timmy. Jimmy represents a brighter tomorrow in a way. That despite everything that Timmy's come to accept about himself and believing that he's essentially a bane of everyone's existence, for some reason Jimmy wants to be around him. Like imagine-

You're Timmy. For years you've been essentially told that you're not wanted. That your personality is annoying and unpleasant, that you make everything worse just by existing and breathing. That no matter what you do, everything goes up in flames. Your parents make it known that they'd rather do anything else than be around you. That they only find value in what you rarely offer. The kindness that you display often times backfires or gets taken for granted. Your friends, while they care, clearly prefer each other's company over yours. Literally the entire world is hellbent on reminding you that no matter what you do, someone's gonna be angry at you or just not give a fuck. The only good thing in your life is your adopted fairy parents who love you to bits and pieces. And it's because of them you still continue to do your best even though some days you wanna say fuck it.

And then one day you meet this boy from another universe.

He's smart, a bit cynical and can be rather blunt and for some reason he rubs you the wrong way at first. But once you both start to get to know one another, you find yourself enjoying his company and to your surprise the feelings mutual. You tentatively enter this friendship with him, excepting the other shoe to drop. For him to reveal his "true" feelings towards you. For him to finally become sick of you. You wait and wait and yet......

He never does.

Before you realize it, you're apart of a team involving a ghost and a sponge, with this genius being the leader and you being the muscle. You grow close to them, and over and over again you're forced to entertain the idea that maybe you are worth the effort. This boy includes you in his plans, and takes your words seriously and let's you into his lab. You're the first person he goes to, and he's always willing to explain his inventions and the science to you even though you don't understand. And when there's fights and you think that this is it, that he's finally had enough.....

He throws your expectations right out the damn window.

Over and over and over again he takes everything you'd learned over your lifetime and burns it to the ground. He sticks with you through thick and thin, and is willing to stay with you because he wants too. Slowly making you begin to actually be comfortable in your own skin. To let that side you're always keeping quiet out more. And then one day you look at him, you see him smiling and laughing at some joke you said and you see the light and mirth in his gaze, the sincere emotions that you bring to him just by being yourself. And it's then you realize that maybe you can have good things in your life. That there's truly a rainbow at the end of every storm. That when you look at him, you feel like spring.

Just ugh they make me insane-

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Good morning/afternoon/evening to you dear writter,if you don't mind,I wanna give you a request to write; A bottom G!P Donna being overstimulated by the reader through cock riding or blow job.

You have my sincere thanks for taking this request. ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

Yesss!!!!! Thank you for your request, dear friend!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))

Picnic

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, fluff

Word count: 6,072

Summary: Maybe it's a good day for a picnic...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!!I love you all!!!

“G-6,” you said, with a concentrated whisper, studying your chances of success.

“My aircraft carrier!” the Angie doll shrieked, waving her arms in an exaggerated manner at another defeat. “Silly, you sank my aircraft carrier!”

You laughed darkly, crossing your legs on the floor.

“Of course, that was my intention,” you said, rubbing your hands together in a sign of your imminent victory. “I think things are not in your favor, Angie”.

“Those sailors had families! Can't you hear them scream?” the doll said in an accusatory tone, darkening her porcelain gaze. “Help, I'm drowning! Silly (Y/N) is going to condemn us to be devoured by crabs!”

You rolled your eyes at the continuous dramatizations of that innocent and boring battleship.

 “By crabs? That's very sinister…” you joked, shaking your head. “Donna was right. You don't know how to lose.”

“Donna says a lot of nonsense,” Angie said, with a haughty tone, crossing her arms. “She also says she loves you.”

You looked up and wished you could burn that wooden body with just the fury of your eyes.

“She also says you're her favorite doll,” you counterattacked, causing Angie to growl furiously, climbing up your board, looking at you from too close.

“I’m, silly,” she said with a nervous gasp, intimidating you with her disturbing gaze. You, accustomed to the doll's attitude, accustomed to her considering you an intruder, laughed amused, shaking your head.

“No,” you said without paying attention to her, looking at your board to check the situation of your ships. “I'm afraid you’re not, dear Angie.”

“No!? What are you implying?” the puppet asked, returning to her position. You smiled wickedly, writing down on a piece of paper the possible location of her ships.

“I’m her favorite doll” you whispered amused, pretending to tell her a secret.

Of course, Angie laughed out loud, shaking her hand in denial.

“Keep dreaming, stupid,” she said furiously, sitting on the floor.

You laughed softly and sighed, looking out the window. The sun, which normally seemed reluctant to illuminate the old mansion, filtered through the glass, making that gloomy house no longer so gloomy.

“Mm, it's a beautiful day...” you sighed, noticing how the heat of the light warmed your skin, how the outside seemed to call you.

“Tell it to my sailors, they're being devoured by crow sharks,” Angie murmured, not paying attention to your comments.

“Weren't they crabs?” you asked amused, frowning. “Besides, what is a crow shark?”

“You think I’m going to tell you, you silly intruder?” Angie said haughtily, knowing that she herself couldn’t explain the animal she had just invented.

“Oh, so I’m an intruder,” you said sarcastically, crossing your arms. “I’ll tell Donna.”

“No, no, no, no! Don’t tell Donna, she’ll punish me!” the doll protested, fidgeting nervously. “Shut up, you silly snitch!”

“Mm, so… What am I?” you asked with a mischievous smile, playing mercilessly with poor Angie's feelings.

“A fool, Donna's fool girlfriend,” the doll hissed, visibly annoyed with your attitude.

“You should thank me for playing battleship with you, I'm sure you'd get bored without me,” you said in a sufficient tone, making the doll growl.

“Bah, I could live without you,” Angie murmured, focused on her next move. “F-4, silly.”

“Water,” you sighed, looking out the window again, feeling the overwhelming weight of boredom pressing on your shoulders. “Stop trying, Angie, your submarine is on D-1 and D-2,” you said, arching your eyebrows.

“No! Look what you've done! The pressure has made their heads explode!” the doll shrieked, causing you to grimace in disgust at that irritating voice. “There are blood everywhere…”

“Angie… You're scary, you know that?” you said, brushing the dust off your dress, which danced hypnotically under the sun's rays. “Anyway… I'm going to see Donna.”

You walked through that strangely lit room, which had been your new home for a few wonderful months.

Living in a village like that could be a punishment, or a penance that one of your ancestors imposed on you. You never saw it that way.

You always knew how to adapt to all kinds of situations, to cope with your obligations as a devotee of the Black Gods. In reality, those dark shadows that flew over your heads never mattered to you, but at least you knew how to pretend.

You weren't an unhappy girl, a sad and melancholic teenager who dreamed of a better life. No, you were not like the others, you saw life with optimism, you always saw the light in the darkness, like the rays of the sun did.

The smile always adorned your face. Laughter was always ready to leave your lips. Maybe that was precisely what caught the attention of one of the village Lords, the ventriloquist, Donna Beneviento.

You had grown up with her dark presence, wondering who was inside that black dress, what kind of monster was hidden by that black veil. Your extroverted and slightly mischievous character forced you to find out.

Your desire to talk, to communicate with that dark lady, outweighed her desire for solitude and tranquility. It was not difficult to maintain a conversation, even two. The difficult thing was to not become addicted to her voice, to her lavender perfume, to her presence.

That strange kind of addiction drove you several times to cross that wooden bridge, to show up at the old estate with any clumsy excuse until, one day, the day she revealed her face, the day your lips finally touched, you no longer wanted to leave.

Anyway, no one was waiting for you in the village. You didn't want to miss the opportunity to love that dark woman, to tell her every day how beautiful she was, how much you loved her.

Like the moon and the sun, the cold and the heat, opposites attracted each other until they merged into one, the result of a romantic, sweet, tender relationship, far from the legends that the stupid villagers invented about her.

Not even her mental problems or the whims that the Black Gods caused in her body were enough reason to let your heart say goodbye to her, to end that addiction, that love, one that you were sure would be forever.

“Donna...” you hummed, peeking through the doors of the workshop.

There she was, always busy with her dolls, spending the time the only way she knew how, doing the same thing for years and years. Although, to tell the truth, since you arrived, her hobbies had changed... A bit.

“Ciao, tesoro,” the lady whispered, turning her head to look at you briefly, but returning to her work moments later.

You smiled, like every time you heard her melodic voice entering your ears, and approached the table, hanging seductively from her shoulders, kissing her lips in an impromptu manner, causing a shy laugh from the lady, who immediately looked away.

“Dolls, huh?” you joked, looking over her shoulder as she calmly sewed, nodding without looking at you. “What is that?”

“A little hat,” she commented, with a soft voice, distorted by her concentration, showing you the result of her work. “Do you like it?”

“Mm, I think it doesn’t fit on me,” you said amused, taking the garment and putting it on your head. Donna looked at you and laughed again, shaking her head.

“It's not for you, tesoro… It's for… Her,” she murmured, picking up a nearby doll, dressed in colors that perfectly matched that new hat.

“Oh, her,” you hissed, with a mocking look, giving the accessory back to her. “Hey, how many dolls have you made?”

“What do you mean?” Donna asked, fitting the hat on that porcelain head.

“Well… Just that, how many have you made? 100? 200?” you repeated with a frown, resting your head on her shoulder.

“Mm, let me see,” she whispered, not knowing it was a joke, as always. Her innocent attitude drove you crazy, but at the same time filled you with sadness. Poor Donna, she was always so lonely… “435”

“Wow, they are too many dolls…” you sighed amused, with a look of astonishment towards the notebook where she apparently had the data of her work.

“Mm,” she murmured simply, beginning to ignore you again, hopelessly focused on her dolls.

“Okay…” you sighed, kissing her cheek and leaving her alone, walking through the dark and sinister workshop. “Do you know that Angie has lost at battleship again?”

“Really?” she asked, with a thread of voice, pretending to pay attention to you.

You nodded, caressing the keys of the old piano erratically, accidentally pressing some of them, startling the lady in black.

“I'm sorry,” you said blushing. “I've always wondered what a piano is doing here…”

“It was my mother's,” Donna whispered, observing her most recent creation. You nodded curiously, looking at the old instrument. “When my father worked on the dolls, my mother used to play piano for him.”

“Oh, that's very romantic,” you sighed, leaning on a table.

“Do you think so?” she asked, frowning.

“Yes, you should teach me so I can do the same,” you said amused. A sweet smile formed on her face as she sighed, looking at you.

She clearly didn't like you interrupting her work, but she would never tell you, never.

“You know how to play it, don't you?” you asked curiously, caressing the keys again.

The lady in black slowly stood up, approaching you with a thoughtful look, starting to play that slightly out of tune piano, attracting all your attention. The soft melody of those keys relaxed your spirit, even if it was only for a few moments.

“How… nice,” you sighed with a rapt look, one that betrayed the great love you felt for her. “Beethoven?”

“Mozart, night serenade,” Donna commented returning to her work table. “It's been a long time since I played it.”

“Well… I think I'm disturbing you so…” you murmured, approaching her again, kissing her cheek again. “I think Angie wanted revenge.”

“No, tesoro, don't go,” she interrupted, grabbing your wrist. “I didn't mean to kick you out, I like you to keep me company.”

“Okay, but I warn you that it's hard to shut me up,” you joked, walking around the workshop again.

“I think I could get used to hearing your voice,” Donna sighed, with a tender smile, picking up another piece of fabric to sew.

Your hands touched the tables, those porcelain heads and arms that in other circumstances could be sinister. With a sweet voice, you hummed that gloomy melody, looking for something to do, something to take your mind off the wonderful day you were having, and that you were going to miss.

One of those dolls stood in your way, telling you in a mischievous voice: take me, take me.

You obeyed your mischievous instincts, taking that doll in your hands and walking slowly towards the lady, who of course, was not paying attention to you.

Amused, you bent down, raising the doll with your arms towards the brunette's field of vision, hitting her arm with that porcelain hand.

“Donna...” you whispered with a distorted voice, imitating the most appropriate voice for that small, inert girl. “Hello, hello, hello…”

The lady slowly turned to the doll, an amused smile on her face, her eyebrow arched.

“Look, I'm missing an arm… Can I have one?” you joked in that same high-pitched voice. Donna laughed, shaking her head.

“I'd rather take one of yours, (Y/N)!” the doll squealed impossibly.

“Ahhh!” you screamed in fright losing your balance and falling to the floor comically, looking at the lady with a hardened expression. “Hey! That's not fair…”

“Oh, have I scared you, tesoro?” the lady said, laughing in satisfaction, getting up from the chair and extending a hand for you to take, helping you up.

“You have to teach me how to do that too,” you whispered, rubbing your back, where you had fallen. Donna laughed, kissing you apologetically, in a gentlemanly way, gently grabbing your waist and bending your body.

“I couldn’t help it,” she whispered affectionately, rubbing her nose against yours, closing her eye to enjoy the contact.

“Okay, okay, you won,” you said, moving away and leaving that talking doll on the table. “Today it’s a beautiful day, you know?”

Donna nodded, sitting back down, not really interested in your words.

“Yeah, I noticed when we were having breakfast,” she murmured.

You rolled your eyes, unable to make her understand your confusing hints.

“Donna, what I mean is that we should take advantage of it, right?” you asked, approaching her again, resting your chin on her shoulder.

“Take advantage of it?” she asked confused, ignoring your approach.

“Yes, well, we could, we could go on a picnic around the grounds, the other day I saw a corner that could be very romantic,” you suggested, gently massaging her shoulders. “You… Me… The landscape… What do you say?”

“Mm, I don't know…” she murmured, shaking her head. “I have a lot of work.”

“Donna…” you sighed, tired of her reluctance to leave the mansion, to let the sun bathe her pale skin. “Come on… Let's do something different, I'm bored to death.”

“Are you bored with me?” she asked abruptly, with an intense look.

“No,” you said with a haughty look, removing her thousands of paranoia from her head. “Not with you, I'm bored… In general terms, you know.”

“No, I don't know,” she said, with a slightly colder look, trying to decipher your words.

“Come on, Donna…” you sighed again, putting on a good girl face, blinking childishly. “Let's go on a picnic, it will be funny.”

“Funny?” she asked, shaking her head.

“Yes, much more than being in Batman's cave all day,” you joked, pointing at the workshop with your hands.

“Whose cave?” she asked, frowning. Of course, she had never read those forbidden comics. “(Y/N), I don't…”

“What's wrong with going on a picnic? I think it's quite romantic,” you said amused, insisting softly. “Just imagine…” you whispered, getting closer to her ear. “A delicious meal, the sound of nature…”

“(Y/N)…” she sighed, nervous because of the velvety and terribly sensual tone of your voice.

 “Mm, Donna, it can be very, very romantic…” you continued whispering, checking that your tender words soaked in a subtle desire were beginning to make the lady nervous. To increase the intensity of your provocations, you lowered your hand to her leg, caressing it in a seductive manner. “You… Me…”

“And Angie!” a shrill voice interrupted your attempt at seductive blackmail, giving another terrible scare to your heart.

“Ah!” you shrieked, moving away from the lady, who did the same, hiding her excitement, which was already evident in the fabric of her dress. “Angie, how did you get here?”

“By elevator, silly, how else?” the doll mocked, jumping into the lap of her owner, who was moving nervously. “Donna, Donna, Donna!” the puppet shrieked, standing on top of her and shaking her shoulders.

“Gods, Angie…” the doll maker protested, with a furious look. “Stay still, come on, go down…”

“Who are you talking to?” the puppet joked, pointing with her finger at the lady's lap, who pushed her down to the floor. “How sensitive…”

“Hey, Angie, get out, we're talking,” you said, crossing your arms.

“No! I want to go on a picnic! I want to go on a picnic!” she shouted, kicking the floor in a childish way.

“No, no way,” Donna said, breathing calmer, getting up from the chair. “It's just for (Y/N) and me.”

“Oh…” you sighed pleasantly surprised, walking petulantly towards the brunette, who was fighting with the doll to stop her from pulling on her dress. “So… Are we going on a picnic?”

“I can't deny you anything, (Y/N)…” she sighed, kissing you slowly, to the displeasure of the doll, who made an unpleasant gesture with her hands. “If you ask me with that smile…”

You blushed at her seductive voice, one much more powerful than yours, which was capable of turning you into a trembling mess in less than a second.

“Come, let's see what we can prepare,” Donna said, tugging your hand affectionately while you stuck your tongue out at the puppet, emphasizing your victory.

“Hey, silly (Y/N) made fun of me!” Angie squealed, climbing like a spider on Donna's body, causing her to sigh tiredly. “I want to go too, Don…”

“Angie, scendi,” the lady in black hissed, annoyed, resuming her way to the kitchen, with her soft hand caressing yours.

The doll obeyed, but, far from calming down, she protested with a kick to your shin.

“Angie!” you shouted, losing your nerves because of the doll's attitude, which Donna calmed with a gentle caress.

“Take me on a picnic, you sticky fools! I want to go!”

“No, Angie,” Donna whispered, shaking her head, already entering the kitchen.

After preparing a large lunch, you prepared to leave the estate to let the sun caress your skin gently.

Spring was always your favorite season; the flowers gave color to that normally gray landscape, the birds camouflaged the sound of the crows... Everything seemed different, as if the Black Gods themselves had taken a break to let that dark landscape shine.

“Look, that's the place I'm telling you about,” you said, pointing to a corner near the gardener's old house. It was a quiet place under a tree, with a spectacular view of the great waterfall that guarded the Beneviento House.

“It looks like a nice place,” the brunette commented, following you through the landscape, spreading the blanket where you indicated.

“I told you. Sometimes I come here to read,” you said, sitting next to her and opening a bottle of wine.

“Let's see, let's see…” an annoyed voice interrupted the calm that was beginning to form between the two of you. You groaned, pretending to shiver. “Hey, there's nothing for me here!”

“Of course not,” you said, hissing nervously, snatching one of your sandwiches from Angie. “You don't have a stomach.”

“That's it, remind it to me! Donna, (Y/N) messed with me!” the doll protested, pointing at you as if she were a little girl. Donna rolled her eye but smiled playfully, filling both glasses with wine.

“Remind me why you let her come,” you whispered, settling down on the blanket and unwrapping the food. “It was supposed to be a romantic picnic.”

Donna laughed, shaking her head, stealing a wine-flavored kiss from you, a romantic one, which pushed the doll away from you.

“I don't think it's a problem, she has things to entertain herself with here. She won't bother us, I give you my word,” the lady in black said, pinching your chin tenderly, winking at you.

Well, Donna was right. The doll walked happily around the area without being too annoying. You, meanwhile, enjoyed a silent meal, a cool breeze that seemed to want to envelop your bodies. Peace. Tranquility, love... Those were the only words that came to your mind, the only thing you were able to see.

“I have to admit it, (Y/N),” the lady in black sighed, leaning on the tree while you did the same on her body.

You contemplated the blue sky, losing yourself in that unusual landscape, closing your eyes to feel more the softness of her caresses on your hair, the rise and fall of her calm breathing.

“Mm?” you murmured with a tender growl, moving on her body, guiding her hands to surround it.

“It was a good idea,” she whispered, kissing your head slowly, letting her lips delight in the softness of your hair. “This is very romantic…”

“I told you so,” you said in a mischievous way, biting your lip and squinting to make out some shape in the clouds. “Look, Donna, do you see that cloud over there?”

She guided her gaze to the indicated place, concentrating on it.

“What's wrong with it?” she asked curiously, pulling your body so that it wouldn't slip off hers.

“It looks like a rabbit, see? Look at the tail,” you said dreamily, with a sweet voice, breathing calmly from the peace of that moment.

“Mm, it's true,” Donna commented, turning your head to kiss you briefly, smiling brightly.

“I liked to play guessing what the clouds looked like with my brothers,” you commented, playing with her hands. “You wouldn't believe how many different things we saw.”

“That's a bit subjective, isn't it?” Donna asked, curious, but without losing the sweetness of her voice.

You shrugged, sighing calmly, looking for one more cloud to analyze with your creative eye.

“Maybe, but it was funny,” you said passively, gesturing with your hand. “Look, look, what do you say about that one?”

“Mm…” the lady in black murmured thoughtfully, tilting her head. “I think… I think it could be… A bird.”

“A bird? Come on, it's very clear that it's a shuriken,” you joked, shaking your head. Donna laughed again, kissing you on the cheek, placing her lips on your ear.

“You read too many contraband comics,” she whispered amused, settling on your shoulder. “If Mother Miranda finds out…”

“She'd ask for them,” you mocked in a petulant tone. “They're funny, you should read them.”

“No, thanks, I prefer my books,” the lady laughed, kissing your ear and leaning on your shoulder. “Besides, it's still a bird.”

“Mm, okay,” you said, nodding. “What about that one?”

“That one… It's a heart,” the lady murmured, sighing romantically, calmly.

“Yeah, well, that's what I was going to tell you,” you joked, locating more possible clouds for your game. “Oh... Look, an "Angienolimbus"...” you sighed ironically, pointing at the doll, who was coming closer to annoy you again.

“What are you doing, silly fools?” she asked, climbing annoyingly up your body. “Were you playing something? You can't play anything without me!”

“Oh, I don't think you'll like this game, Angie,” you said, with a feigned look of sadness, with a dark glint in your eyes.

“Try,” the doll challenged you.

“I was just calculating how many kisses I could give Donna in a minute,” you said amused, turning around, moving down the doll and approaching the lips of the lady in black, kissing them slowly. “Do you want to count them?”

“Ugh, I'm leaving,” Angie protested, among your amused laughs.

You didn't move from your position, continuing with your slow but short kisses, crawling to rest your body on top of hers in a more than suggestive position.

“Hey, tesoro,” Donna interrupted, holding your head so you would stop attacking her with kisses. “She's gone, you can stop.”

You sighed, but a mischievous smile was already crossing your face, your eyes continued to shine with evil and your body refused to move.

“Well, I just don't want to stop,” you commented, biting your lip again, kissing the brunette deeper and deeper, letting her get carried away too, keeping you against her with a soft grip on your hips.

“(Y/N), wait...” she stammered, when your lips got bored of hers and began to move down her neck, causing your hips to move slowly, seeking contact with hers.

“What's wrong?” you asked with a purr, biting her earlobe. “Don't you want it to be a perfect day?”

“Um... I... I...” she stammered, moving to get away from your wet kisses, from the caresses that went down her dress. “(Y/N), not, not here.”

“Why? It's your territory, no one is coming here…” you whispered, pretending to pout, making the lady more nervous, increasing the intensity of the subtle movements of your hips,

“But, but Angie…” Donna protested, looking around, embarrassed by what your simple touch, by what a couple of well-calculated kisses, caused in her body. “She's going to catch us…”

“No, I don't think so, Angie must be very far from here,” you hummed, playing with the buttons of her dress, continuing the wet caresses of your lips on her body. “Come on, don't be boring…”

“I'm not boring, just, just…” Donna stammered, panting for your kisses, for your suddenly mischievous attitude, for knowing what your intentions were.

“Your words can say whatever they want,” you murmured with an amused look, running your hand down her dress, feeling the excitement that deformed the black fabric, its obvious and charming sensitivity. “But your body…”

“You are cruel,” she whispered, closing her eye when your hand began to caress her erection gently, almost tickling it. “Very… Very cruel.”

“Oh, do I really look like that to you?” you joked, searching for the edge that separated both parts of her dress, putting the tips of your fingers inside, speaking very close to her lips, to her increasingly nervous breathing.

“Okay, fine,” she finally said, releasing her shaft and moving so your hips were on top of her, pushing aside your underwear with a quick movement, letting that spring breeze make contact with the heat of your moisture.

“Hey, hey… Not so fast, honey,” you said, moving away from her attempt to take you, playing with her, running your hand again through her trembling, terribly sensitive arousal.

“(Y/N), come on, it's not the best place to play…” she protested, with an impatient gasp, joining her hand to yours, stimulating it slowly, raising and lowering it. “Hurry up.”

“No, no, no…” you teased again, pushing her hand away, letting your wet folds brush against her shaft, but only just brushing against it, eliciting a timid moan from the brunette, who was already trembling with anticipation. “What's your hurry? Let's enjoy the moment, Donna.”

She nodded uncertainly, letting your lips devour hers again, tirelessly, repressing her desire to enter you, to release the tension that your indecent games had caused in her body.

Donna was sensitive, very sensitive. Just one word from you could make her terribly excited. You supposed it was because of those terrible years of loneliness. You didn't care too much. That attitude made you feel desired like you had never felt before.

Her body trembled, dancing with yours, with the sound of wet and hot kisses camouflaging the pleasant sound of birds. Moans began to replace the gasps. The movements of your hips excited the brunette even more. Donna followed your frenetic rhythm of kisses and bites, forgetting about those absurd worries.

“I need you, amore mio…” she whispered in your ear, moving desperately so the tip made contact with your eager entrance, so she could take you, so she could fulfill her wishes.

You, of course, shook your head, moving down, devouring her neck, marking it with your teeth, licking and tasting her skin.

“Patience, Donna…” you whispered amused, moving away from her, pretending to think about what your next lustful step was going to be. You didn't have to think too much. “Mm, I think I'll have some dessert.”

“(Y/N)!” Donna protested, after discovering with your movements, what exactly you meant, while your kisses slowly went down the black fabric of her dress having a set objective, a prank that your mind had already thought of. “Don’t say those kind of things…”

“Come on, you like it… See?” you said amused, making her look away, unable to see how your hand played with her erection again, how your mouth got closer and closer, ready to devour it. “Look how hard it is, Donna…”

“Shut up, no, don't say that,” the lady protested again, panting when your caresses intensified, became slow and tight, just like you knew she liked.

“Mm, you're right,” you murmured with a frown, watching Donna's erratic movements, trying to not look at you, to not see what you were doing, but, at the same time, she couldn't seem to help it. “Enough talking, don't you think?”

“Wait… Wait!” her pleading words were camouflaged with a deep moan, when your lips made contact with her throbbing erection, surrounding it, savoring the glow of her arousal.

 “Mm,” you moaned, with her shaft in your mouth, with her soft skin being embraced by your wet lips, with your tongue dancing in the most exciting places.

 Donna could no longer complain, she could only moan with your actions, she could only put a hand on your head, keeping you just right there.

“Cazzo… So… So good…” the brunette murmured, tilting her head back, moving her hips to the rhythm of your mouth, of the hand that joined that wet and obscene kiss.

Not even the sounds of spring could overshadow the wetness of your lips, the gestures of your mouth going down her shaft slowly, licking, sucking, doing all kinds of things to poor, sensitive Donna.

“Do you like it, honey?” you said, making eye contact with her bright eye, with her forehead sweaty from excitement, with the blush on her cheeks. “Do you want me to go slower?”

“I-I don't know,” she murmured, pushing your head down again, so your kisses, that wet embrace of your mouth, could continue. “(Y/N)…”

“Is it too much for you? You're shaking,” you joked, pointing mockingly at one of her hands, which remained clenched in a strong fist with white knuckles.

You loved seeing her like that, overwhelmed by pleasure, unable to think or act rationally. You could continue for a while longer, you wanted her to scream with pleasure.

“I, I like so… So much…” she said in a low voice, biting her lip, moaning uncontrollably when your movements began to rage, when your hand acquired a frenetic and smooth rhythm at the same time, stopping at the tip, playing with your mischievous tongue, her hips shaking nervously.

“I see…” you murmured, running your tongue along her trembling shaft, along her shiny tip.

The pleasure was starting to overwhelm Donna and you knew it, you felt it. It was just what you wanted, for her to stir, for the sensations to be intense for her, for her to never forget that day, each of the times your lust had eluded her shyness.

“Stop, stop…” she told you, putting a hand on your shoulder, trying to push you away. “(Y/N), stop please… It’s… It’s too much…”

“Too much? I’ve only just started, darling,” you said with a sad look, shaking your hand harder, making Donna look away again, letting out the pleasure she felt by biting her closed fist. “Are you having a bad time, Donna?”

“Yes, I… I… No, I can’t… Hold it any longer…” she stammered, growling obscenely, squeezing her eye tightly to suppress her desire to release. You would never torture her like that. Besides, you had many plans to end that romantic picnic.

“Don’t hold back,” you whispered, resuming your kisses, your licks, increasing the strength of your grip on her shaft, forcing Donna to feel even more pleasure than she could bear. “I love seeing you like this… Crazy for me…”

“(Y/N)!” she squealed when, after a high-pitched moan, her hips jerked and you felt her hot release inside your mouth, making you moan too, savoring your victory, the victory of your indecency over her fears.

“Mm, baby…” you moaned amused, wiping the excess of your teasing from her skin, letting it go down your throat, heating up your own desire. “You're delicious…”

“Can't you be less vulgar?” the doll maker asked annoyed, catching her breath as you continued your tasks, collecting the fruit of your victory with your tongue, smiling mischievously. “That, that wasn't right…”

“Are you kidding? That was really good,” you said, climbing back up her body, capturing her lips with an anxious gasp, knowing the shame it caused her to taste herself, to know what she had done and where she had done it. “I love to see you enjoy, Donna.”

“I don't like to see you like this... It's humiliating for you,” she said, caressing your cheek, with a sad expression. “Tesoro…”

“Nonsense, that's what I wanted,” you said amused, joining your hips with hers again, letting your entrance be caressed by her exhausted shaft. “Besides… Well, I think it's my turn now…”

“Yes, okay, I'm, I agree but… But… Come on, let's go home. I don't feel comfortable… Here,” the lady in black said, looking around. There was nothing, no one, you were alone and you had no intention of letting her escape, not after the pleasure that continued to throb in your body.

“Shhh,” you hissed, putting a mischievous finger on her lips, silencing her protests while your other hand grabbed her soft shaft, positioning it at your entrance with a skillful play of your hips. “You must stay here, my love…”

“But, but, (Y/N)… It’s, it's not…Hard…” she said, laughing nervously as you bleated on her hips, enjoying feeling her inside of you, the subtle movements of your body, the soft caresses on your walls.

“Mm… I'm convinced that won't be a problem…” you whispered with a voice filled with lust, noticing how she moved inside you, how it grew little by little, stretching you more and more. “See?”

“Sei molto insistente…” she murmured, grabbing your back, glancing at your dress, which hid her obscene movements inside you, something that made her moan.

“Yes…” you joked, biting your lip, moaning from the increasingly intense pressure between your legs. “So… Big…”

“Tesoro, don’t… Don't tell me…” she protested, adapting to your movements, to the very well-studied dances of your hips, to the tight embrace of your walls in her recovered erection.

“I'm flattering you,” you said between gasps, controlling as always, the rhythm of that sexual dance, dominating the situation completely, playing with her, playing with your slow but intense riding. “Don't you like when I flatter you, darling?”

“S-Sì...” she answered, closing her eye from the immense pleasure of your caresses, from the kisses you gave to her lips, from the whispers in her ear that made her tremble with pleasure, taking her to the limit again.

“Of course you like it,” you said amused, containing the pleasure you felt, not letting her see that you were also being overwhelmed by pleasure.

 She might be a Lord, but you were the one in charge.

“You like when I move like that, don't you?” you purred, going up until her body almost left yours, going down again, causing her to moan furiously as she nodded.

“I like it, I like it too much, (Y/N),” she murmured, gaining some confidence, staying inside of you with the firm grip of her hands on your legs, letting your body be the one she manipulated now, increasing the speed of her thrusts.

“You drive me crazy Donna, you're perfect,” you moaned, completely unleashed, dancing on her with a frenetic rhythm, feeling how your body deformed with the intrusion, how the wetness slid down your legs, mixing with her own previous release. “Perfect…”

“Oh, shut up,” Donna said abruptly, unable to bear all that pleasure, moaning in your ear with each impact, with each trip she made along your wet walls.

“Uh, that sounds like a threat,” you joked, your voice broken by your own moans from the shame you felt being so close to your own limit. You would never let her see it. You would never allow her to think she dominated you, although deep down, she always did.

 “Stop, stop moving like that…” she protested, when your hips played with her again, when her attempts to increase the pace were frustrated with the interruption of your movements, letting the sensation be more intense, letting you be completely filled with her.

“Mm, close?” you teased, pouting, moving subtly, dancing with the tip at your entrance, caressing it without letting it enter again. “So good, Donna…”

She could only nod, lowering your hips with a growl, completely losing control, making you ride at her pace, between moans and grunts that did nothing but disturb the quiet calm of the forest.

“Shit!” you moaned in frustration when your walls tightened, when your whole body tensed and released in an embarrassing way. This time she had won, although not for long.

“Don't... Say...” the lady in black hissed, taking advantage of your moment of weakness to move faster, to release herself inside of you without warning, with a scandalous moan.

“Donna...” you moaned again, mitigating a second orgasm, one caused by those wet caresses, by her heat filling you, claiming you.

“(Y/N)...” she sighed, catching her breath, studying the situation, looking for Angie's prying eyes that seemed not to be present. “You always do with me whatever you want…”

“Mm, no, I always do with you whatever you want…”

[shigayokagayama]

Could you do Teru for the ask game?

oh boy. ok.

Sexuality Headcanon:

gay. specifically. ok. maybe my most strange and specific take. but i feel like teru being into girls would kind of make his character arc... weaker? bizarre sentence i know but. hear me out. of the shots we get of him before mob enters the picture, 2/3 of them involve him flirting with girls. post mob we never ever see him with a girl again aside from one omake where there are a crowd of them trying to ask him out on valentines day who he is turning down. i feel like we are supposed to see these relationships as being a part of his fake, "perfect" persona he sheds rather than anything that came out of general interest. he's dating them because he's the handsome popular guy and that's what he's supposed to do, not because he's actually interested at all.

Gender Headcanon:

i like bigender teru a lot

A ship I have with said character:

terumob GIANT ASTERIX in the very specific context of being post confession arc. i see heart eye panel as the exact moment his false, idolized image of mob fades away and he sees him for what he truly is and still chooses to love him flaws and all. i really do think they are able to understand each other on a much deeper level than most people because they have both seen each other at their lowest and still chosen to continue wanting to be in each others lives. they both coped with their powers by creating these perfect masks to show the world (teru's as the prodigy and mob as the nice guy who will do anything for you and never ask anything in return) and were the first to be able to identify each other's facade because they recognized themselves in them and 💥. they mean a lot to me. also i do think the "they dont hang out much post canon" thing is a slight misconception, teru says they dont plan hangouts much and usually just run into each other and hang out from there. that with teru's "you should ask me to hang out more" gives such "im so used to other people making the first move that i havent developed the skills to let people know that i want them in my life" energy it makes me a little insane. anyway.

A BROTP I have with said character:

i need him ritsu and shou to run in circles hitting each other with rocks. i think any two of them on their own hang out normally and if you have the three of them + mob its normal but just the three of them and they start inventing games like "powerline volleyball"

A NOTP I have with said character:

pre confession arc terumob. like mob would never because tsubomi but if they did date it would last one month and they would never speak again itd be so bad (spoken from experience by a person with similar attachment issues who has dated people ive been hyperfixated on before)

A random headcanon:

HES SUCH A FILM BRO I KNOW HES A FILM BRO. this kid's letterboxxed is comprised solely of 1960s horror films made on a budget of 2 dollars and if you watch any of them with him he will provide trivia the entire film. also he has npd source fucking look at him

General Opinion over said character:

hes my favoriteeeeeeee the first time he showed up with the wig i went "alright this is gonna be my favorite character" and i spent the first half of season 2 mournfully going "i miss haystack boy :(" every episode he wasnt in. and then i read the manga and i got crazy insane over him. i really do feel like the anime dumbs him down a lot manga teru is a completely different person and hes so interesting i need to like. tear holes in my drywall. god. teru.