#((today on posts that make me sound like a supervillain))

[curseofpower]

Shipping Ganondorf with Link not so Link can show him the ~error of his ways~ but so that maybe Link can learn how fucked up Hyrule is by hearing about what the gerudos have had to go through (or are going through) as a direct result of Hyrule's meddling.

Oh and maybe some more detail about all that torture he saw hints of happening in Kakariko... not to mention the war that killed Link's own biological mom. A war that happened only because Hyrule wanted to have every neighboring kingdom under its thumb permanently rather than just leaving well enough alone.

[llxferim]

-"Choose"

a/n: i had so much fun writing this oml, my wandanat obsession is getting out of hand. I'll post another fic today AND tomorrow :))

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: When both Wanda and Natasha confess their feelings for you, you're torn between them. To make a choice, you decide to take each of them on a date. But it just leaves you even more uncertain than before. (Maybe part 1?)

Warnings: smut, 18+, no yn used, Wanda and nat are a tease, eventual smut, smut with plot. teasing, receiving oral (reader). fem!reader, flirting.

Word count: 5.6k (it's a big one so buckle up)

"Both of them?" Kate asks, her eyes widening in surprise as she steadies her aim with the bow. The target looms in the distance, a stark contrast against the backdrop of the training room. "Seriously? You've got two Avengers interested in you?"

She hands the bow back to you, the weight of it bringing you crashing back to reality. Your mind is still reeling, trying to process everything that happened. It's been a week of absolute chaos-Wanda's unexpected confession adds another layer to the situation that began when Natasha, asked you out right before a mission. A few days went by and both of them were acting as if nothing happened, waiting for your response.

You can still picture Nat’s casual shrug before she leaped out the window as if confessing to someone and then diving into danger was just another Tuesday for her.

"I have no idea what to do," you admit.

You draw back the bowstring, feeling the tension build in your muscles. The arrow flies, hitting the target with a satisfying thud that echoes through the room. The sound mirrors the way your heart has been pounding ever since this whole situation began.

"Here you are," Kate says, her tone a blend of amusement and disbelief, "taking down supervillains, and saving the world- regularly might I add—, but two incredibly attractive, badass women liking you, is what you're worried about?" There's a teasing to her voice.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache forming as you sink back into your chair. The weight of the situation settles on your shoulders. "I know!" you exclaim, the words coming out in a rush. "It's ridiculous. I mean, I'm just... me. I never expected any of this. Not Natasha, not Wanda, not any of it."

"Listen," Kate says before She nocks another arrow, her movements fluid. The arrow whistles through the air, striking the target dead center before she retracts the bow with a satisfied smirk. "What if you just... see how both of them are on a date? You know, get to know them outside of all the world-saving and villain-fighting?"

"Like, go out with both of them?" you ask, your brow furrowing as you give her a skeptical look. "I don't want to two-time them, Kate. They deserve better than that." "No, no, " Kate shakes her head. "I'm not saying that. Just go on a single date with them, then decide." She shrugs, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes.

You stare at her for a long moment, letting the idea sink in. It's outrageous, just simply crazy, and yet... "That's... a terrible idea," you finally admit, heaving a deep sigh as you push yourself up from your chair. Your muscles protest, reminding you of the intense training session you've just been through.

"Rude!" Kate exclaims. "Hey, where are you going?" she calls out as you start to walk away, her voice a mix of curiosity and surprise.

"To go try your stupid idea," you mutter, making sure your voice is just loud enough for her to hear. Which earns you laughter from her. You can't help but wonder what you're getting yourself into.

**

A few days later, still somewhat in disbelief, you found yourself seated across from Wanda at a cozy café.

Just days ago, she had been hurling bad guys around with mere flicks of her fingers. Now, here she sat, looking utterly charming as she sipped coffee from a strawberry-shaped mug.

Cute.

You catch yourself stealing glances at her over the top of your menu. Wanda's striking scarlet hair falls loosely around her face, soft strands brushing against her cheeks, hiding those captivating green eyes, the ones that you wish were on you right now. You find yourself wanting to reach out, to gently tuck her strands back to reveal her face completely.

Just as the thought crosses your mind, Wanda's gaze flicks upward, locking onto yours. "Enjoying the view, darling?" she teases, her voice low and playful, with just a hint of her Sokovian accent.

Your heart rate instantly kicks up a notch, and you can feel warmth blooming across your cheeks. "what? Can I not admire my date?" you reply, aiming for a light tone but hearing the slight tremor in your voice.

"didn't say that" she responds, a sultry smile playing on her lips as she leans in slightly. The movement is subtle, but it closes the distance between you just enough to make your pulse quicken. "Admire as much as you want, darling. I assure you, I'm not going anywhere." The air between you seems to thicken, charged with an electric tension that makes you acutely aware of every small movement, every shared glance. You can't help but wonder how the evening might progress, how close you might find yourselves as the night wears on.

In an attempt to steady yourself, you take a long sip of your drink. The warmth of the coffee does little to calm the flutter in your stomach or slow your racing thoughts. "So," you begin, searching for a topic to keep the conversation flowing "what's been your favorite mission lately? Fury’s been giving us so many"

Wanda's lips curl into a smirk, her eyes glinting with a mixture of mischief and something deeper, more intense. "Honestly?" she replies, her tone carrying a playful challenge. "I'd have to say it was the one where I got to swoop in and save your ass." You can't help but chuckle, "Oh, come on. I didn't need saving," you protest lightly. "I was handling it perfectly fine."

"Sure you were," Wanda laughs. Her entire face lights up with the smile, and you find it impossible to look away. "But I'm glad I could step in. It gave me an excuse to play the hero for you."

Almost unconsciously, you lean closer, drawn in by the magnetic pull between you. "What if." you begin, your voice dropping to a near-whisper, "I told you I rather like the idea of you swooping in to save me more often?"

Wanda's expression shifts subtly, her gaze dropping to your lips for a fleeting moment before meeting your eyes again. The look she gives you is charged with meaning. "I could arrange that," she murmurs, her voice taking on a softer, more intimate tone.

The world around you seems to fade into the background, the moment stretching out between you. The usual bustle of the cafe continues, but it feels distant and muted. All you can focus on is Wanda's way the soft lighting plays across her features, the subtle scent of her perfume, and the warmth radiating from her presence. Every tiny detail draws you in deeper.

"so" you suggest, "should we plan our next mission together?" unable to hide the grin forming on your lips.

Wanda raises an eyebrow, the playful glimmer returning. "I like the sound of that." she says with a little smirk "Just us, no distractions" Your heart rate raises at her words "Just don't be surprised if I need saving again" you tease back.

Wanda leans in closer, the distance between you shrinking to almost nothing. Her voice is barely above a whisper when she replies, "I wouldn't dream of it, darling."

**

You and Wanda walked back to Stark Tower as the night fell. Despite Fury's announcement about tomorrow, and how he would personally murder whoever was late to the meeting— Wanda was in no rush. She'd insisted on ice cream, so you both enjoyed the treat while strolling towards the building.

after arriving at the tower, you and Wanda finally reach the floor your room was on, “you sure you can find your way?” Wanda said playful smile on her lips.

“with a guide like you? I’d get lost on purpose” you respond with a smirk, matching her playful tone. Her eyes sparkle a little at that, looking you up and down.

Wanda laughed softly, pulling you back into the elevator and pressing the button for her floor.

“flattery won’t get you everywhere, you know” she chuckles slightly as she steps out of the elevator and leads the way while clutching your hand in hers.

“I mean—” you tease as if you weren’t the one getting flutters in your stomach after touching her hand “—it helps” You give her a slight smirk.

She stops in front of a door, her door. And leans against the wall next to it.

“so what’s your plan? Charm your way through the tower?” she raised an eyebrow, her lingering tone flowing through the empty hallway.

“only to the rooms that matter,” you say, taking a deep breath, “oh yeah?” she said in amusement “What rooms would that be?” she teased. She knew what you meant, but she loved seeing you get all flustered because of her.

“yours is definitely on the list,” you say, closing whatever distance was left between you and her. “oh so there’s a list?” she chuckled in amusement. You couldn’t help but linger your eyes on her lips, you wanted to kiss her so badly.

You look back up, locking eyes with her, and you unconsciously lean forward, as if your body had a mind of its own. Wanda does the same, and your lips finally touch. Your hand slides up in her hair, her hands cup your face and you let out a relief sigh, you were starving for her.

You lean into the kiss, wanting more and more. But Wanda pulled away, You looked at her with a puzzled expression but before you could protest she covered your mouth with her hand and used the other to open the door.

You stumble into the room as Wanda locks the door “You’re such a mess for me” she teases as her lips finally reunite with yours, the lips  which you still couldn’t get enough of. “you know,” she breathes, pulling away from the kiss and locking her eyes with you, “I could read your mind the whole date, right?”

You look at her yet again with a frustrated expression, “What—“ you protest playfully “So you were just playing with me the whole time?” you let out a breath.

“more like teasing you” she chuckles lightly, the soft voice bringing your butterflies back. “you’re an asshole” you scoff, “you know you love me” she responds before leading you to the bedroom.

You sit down on the end of the bed, as Wanda crawls on top of you, not breaking the kiss. You feel hands tugging your shirt upwards, next thing you know it is on the floor along with your Bra.

You let out a frustrated sigh as Wanda pulls away once more. “You need to stop doing that,” She shoots you a teasing smirk and replies innocently, “but I like teasing you”

“shut up” you mumble out in a chuckle as she places kisses along your neck, getting lower. You feel hands sliding down your jeans, “you’re so wet for me, Darling—“ Wanda taunts, looking down at you in amusement, “and I haven’t even done anything yet”

Her hands rub over the soft fabric of your panties, gaining a moan from you which you immediately bite down. “don’t” she says, “I want to hear your voice” she whispers as she continues rubbing, while she sloppily kisses you, the muffled moans echoing in the room.

She takes off your pants, landing kisses down the way to your lower stomach, making you squirm. You try to close your thighs in an attempt to calm your throbbing but Wanda keeps them open.

“Keep your legs open for me, darling” she whispers, her kisses finally reaching your pussy. Causing you to squirm once again, feeling the vibration of her talking through your whole body.

“Wanda~” you moan in desperation. She wasted no time and took your panties off, leaving your pussy bare.

Just when you thought she was finished teasing you, her soft voice broke through the tension. “Say what you want me to do,” she murmured, a playful glint in her eyes.

“What—?” you stammered, caught off guard. The air was thick with anticipation. “tell me what you want me to do to you,” she pressed, her tone dripping with seduction. You could feel your heart racing, each word hanging in the air.

“fuck- just fuck me” Right after you finish the sentence, you feel two fingers shoved in your cunt. You let out a loud moan, caught completely off guard “fucking hell” You mutter out shaking, you could feel Wanda’s tongue making circles around your clit, sucking at it, eating you up, making you arch your back at the feeling.

You almost screamed in pleasure when she inserted the third finger. Your insides clenching around her fingers when she starts hitting the spot. Her tongue not leaving your clit.

Your legs shuddered at the feeling of her tongue against your heat. It almost made you lose consciousness right there due to your neediness.

You were overstimulated, and could barely make up any thoughts in your head. All you could do was moan at the pleasure that was getting too much to bear.

You were so close to cumming, “I’m gonna~” You close your eyes as you groan before Wanda pulled away, leaving you empty, depraved, and wanting more. “Wanda-?” you open your eyes just to see her wiping her lips with her tongue with a smirk, looking at you in amusement. “you’re so cute,” she says, “I was just about to finish” you reply in frustration, out of breath.

She chuckles as her lips reach yours, “but then I wouldn’t get to see your cute, frustrated face” she whispers as she kisses you before you can say anything else. You feel her knee press up against your pussy, making you whimper. Your hands go through her hair pulling her down, depraved for more. Her hand finally falls back down to your pulsating clit, making you flinch at the touch.

It just took a couple of minutes before you were going to cum again, you covered your face out of overstimulation, but that didn’t last long. “that won’t do..” you heard before feeling your hands being tugged, revealing your blushed face. “I want to see your face, darling, don’t hide from me” you hear Wanda’s voice, making you even more close to finishing. “I’m gonna~” you manage to stutter out, “I know, I know” Wanda shushes you, her fingers still rubbing your clit, faster and rougher, while her other fingers enter your cunt.

You let out a whimper before finally cumming, soaking her fingers completely. She slowly pulls them out, bringing them up to her mouth before licking the juice clean.

**

After you two settled into bed, cuddling closely, you felt her hands wrap around your waist. Honestly, you’d never seen her this clingy before, and it made you want to stay in bed with her forever. But Fury, for some reason, thought it was a good idea to schedule a meeting at 8 AM, so you reluctantly got up to prepare to go to sleep.

You leaned down to give her a soft kiss before sitting up. “I’m going to take a shower,” you said, but as you started to move, you felt her tugging you back.

“Why?” she asked, her tone playful.

“To clean up…?” you replied, confused.

“But then you’ll just get dirty again,” she countered, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“What do you mean?” you questioned, but before you could process her words, she was on top of you again. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?” she teased, her Sokovian accent shining through.

“We can’t—” you stammered, your face burning. “We have a meeting tomorrow—”

“It’s 3 AM,” she said, glancing at the clock before locking her gaze back on yours, eyes sparkling with mischief. “We have time for a few more rounds,” she declared, a smirk dancing on her lips.

You could already feel how soaked your pussy was.

For her.

“A few more..?”

**

Needless to say, you were both late to the meeting, and Fury was not happy. He lectured you both for an hour, at one point you just zoned out, completely ignoring him.

As a ‘punishment,’ he put you on paperwork duty, with Nat. You noticed her reaction when you and Wanda walked in late, her eyes didn’t leave yours for a second, not paying any mind to the meeting. Which is why Fury assigned her with you.

Now, as you sat buried under an avalanche of paperwork, Nat was doing very little to help. Instead, she simply sat across from you, her intense green eyes fixed on your every move as you sorted through the endless files.

Frustration boiled over, and you slammed the file you were holding on the desk. “Nat, you’re seriously freaking me out. Stop staring and come help!” you exclaimed, spinning your chair to face her.

“Why did you two come in late, together?” she shot back, her eyes narrowing as she waited for an answer.

You knew you couldn’t lie to her, so you didn’t even try. “We.. went out yesterday…” you muttered, the words heavy in the air. Nat raised her eyebrows, clearly unimpressed. “Still doesn’t answer my question.”

“I may have stayed over at her place,” you confessed, taking a deep breath as you felt the tension between you two thicken. “Now—can you come help me?”

Nat’s gaze didn’t waver, a mix of frustration and something else swirling in her expression. “You think that’s enough to make me help?” she challenged, a smirk teasing at the corners of her lips.

“Are you really going to make this harder?” you replied, heart racing under her scrutiny.

“Maybe I want to see just how far you’re willing to go,” she said, leaning back in her chair, a provocative glint in her eyes.

“Are you seriously going to make me beg?” you frown, and that earns you a faint smile from her.

“Maybe I will,” Nat replies, crossing her arms, a teasing glint in her eye.

“Please,” you say, putting on your best pleading expression. Her eyes light up with mischief.

“Hmmm… again,” she replies with a smirk, clearly enjoying this.

“Seriously?” you ask, exasperation creeping into your voice, but she just stays put, unwavering. With a resigned sigh, you try again. “Please, Tash.”

“Fine,” she finally relents, sitting up with a satisfied smirk. She walks towards you, the tension in the air thickening as she closes the distance between you.

“Now, let’s see what you’ve got,” she says, leaning over your shoulder to inspect the paperwork. You can feel her warmth radiating off her, sending a shiver down your spine. “You really thought you could handle this without me?”

“Well, I could have. Faster than you I’m sure, but you were distracting me” you respond with a playful scoff before sinking back into your chair.

You let out a small gasp when you feel Nat turning your chair around to face her. She is leaning over you, her hands on the armrest. With her hair cascading down her shoulders, she leaned closer. “was that a challenge?” she raised an eyebrow, her breath close to your ear.

“what are you suggesting” you ask, daring to meet her gaze. “let’s say i have an idea to make things.. more interesting” her voice full of mischief. “whoever has the least amount of paperwork left, until— let’s say” she glances at her watch, “5pm, wins.” she adds, “if you win, i’ll finish the rest of our paperwork” she says with a smirk.

“What if you win?” you ask, a hint of curiosity in your voice.

Natasha leans back slightly, a playful glint still in her eyes. “If I win, you go on a date with me, and— ofcourse finish the rest of the paperwork.”

Her boldness catches you off guard, but, honestly, what else were you expecting from her? you were planning to go on a date with her anyways.

“Fine, that seems fair,” you reply, though you quickly add, “but no distracting each other and no cheating!”

She shoots you a mischievous grin “no promises” she says, before heading back to her desk, flipping open the first file.

You spin your chair around, heart racing, and do the same, the challenge igniting a competitive spark between you.

**

the clock was ticking, it was 4:55, Nat had a little under 10 files left, and you were already on your last one. you glance over at her, but she seemed calm, which made you even more nervous than you already were.

you closed the last file with a satisfied grin, “i win, there’s only two minutes left. give up already tash” you say with a grin, but before you can even lean back in your chair the door opens and Fury’s assistant comes in with a handful of more paperwork, placing it on your desk, “Mr.Fury told me that he needs these done by tomorrow morning.” she says, looking at you.

**

You were completely dumbfounded. “What—no,” you stammer, but the assistant had already slipped out the door. Natasha stood up from her chair, that infuriating smirk dancing on her lips as she leaned casually against your desk. “What were you saying, love?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. your ears flushed, hearing her call you ‘love’ was doing something to you.

You glanced at the clock. 5 PM.

“fuck me..” you mutter, pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation.

“That’s the plan,” you hear her say, a satisfied chuckle escaping her.

“You did this, didn’t you?” you ask, narrowing your gaze as you look up at her.

“Me? I would never!” she retorts, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she pretends to be offended.

“Not fair, Tash. So not fair,” you frown, already accepting your defeat.

**

Before you could get any more work in, Natasha had already dragged you away after convincing you, that you would finish them later tonight, but something told you you wouldn’t be getting any work done.

You were sitting in her car, you weren’t sure where Nat would take you out on a first date. In a restaurant? that’s just not her, at least not on the first date. The Movies? that would be too boring.

“We’re here, love” her voice pulls you right out of your thoughts, the word love leaving you red. “why do you keep calling me love?” you ask, opening the car door. “I like how you get flushed everytime” she smirks in amusement.

You roll your eyes, “where are we?” you finally ask, looking around. “heard you liked shooting” she says with a smile as she leads you in a door, her hand on your waist.

You step into a vibrant field, where a selection of paintball markers is laid out on a workbench, accompanied by a pile of paintballs nearby.

Turning back to Natasha, practically bouncing with excitement, you exclaim, “No way!” A playful grin spreads across your face as you tease, “Ooh, you’re so done!” With that, you quickly grab one of the markers and load it with a handful of paintballs.

Natasha chuckles, her smile brightening as she watches you. “You sure about that, love?” she asks, picking up her own marker and some paintballs.

“Oh, I’m absolutely sure! You’ll pay for cheating your way through this date, Tash.” An assistant offers you body armor, but you wave it off. “Ooh, playing tough?” Natasha taunts, mirroring your refusal.

The guy behind the counter clears his throat. “Alright, it’s just the two of you ladies. The rules are simple: no head shots, one shot is enough to win, but feel free to keep playing as long as you like. Stay in bounds, and most importantly, have fun!” His explanation fades into the background as you find yourself captivated by Natasha—her hair tied back, that mischievous grin on her face, the very one you swore you disliked.

“—when I start counting, run and hide. On the count of three, the game begins,” he continues, snapping you back to reality.

“One!” You and Natasha dart in opposite directions.

“Two!” You quickly hide behind a wooden wall.

“And three!” The game starts.

In an instant, you’re on the move, quietly circling around to the side where Natasha ran. This is exactly what you thought a date with Nat was going to be.

**

After playing for a while, Natasha won, but you managed to land few shots as well. By the time you were done, the darkness had settled around you, and you were both covered in paint, laughter echoing in the night as you walked back to her car.

“I was so close to winning, though!” you exclaim, frustration bubbling to the surface.

“Sure you were,” Nat chuckles, opening the car door for you before sliding in beside you.

“No, but really! You just snuck up on me out of nowhere. Before that, I had the upper hand,” you insist, crossing your arms and turning to face her, a playful challenge in your eyes.

“Hmm,” she hums, locking her gaze onto yours, her expression turning serious as the air thickens with unspoken tension.

Then, she leans in, so close that you can feel the warmth radiating from her, your heart racing in anticipation. Just as you think she’s about to kiss you, she pulls away with a teasing smirk, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

“Not fair, Tash,” you say, trying to mask your disappointment, but the spark between you only intensifies.

Halfway through the car ride, it hits you. “Shit…” you sigh, sinking back into your seat. “I’ve got paperwork to finish.” The thought of working feels exhausting, especially after the fun you just had.

“I’ll help you out, love,” Nat offers, her voice soft and inviting. “It’s my fault you ended up with that much anyway.” She giggles, and the sound brings an involuntary smile to your lips.

God, you wanted to kiss her so badly. You quickly glance in her direction, meeting her gaze that sends your heart racing. First Wanda, now Natasha? Taking both of them out was supposed to help you figure things out, but instead, it only made everything more complicated.

“Really, you don’t have to,” you say, trying to sound casual, but the tension in the air hangs thick between you.

“Oh, but I want to,” she replies, her gaze steady and intent. The way she looks at you makes it hard to focus on anything else. It’s a challenge, an invitation.

You want to push her away and avoid the feelings, but instead, you find yourself leaning in slightly, drawn to her warmth. “You make it hard to concentrate,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” she replies, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “I like it that way.”

The tension simmers between you, leaving you both caught in a moment that feels electric, as if one wrong move could change everything.

**

You went back up to an empty office, everyone had clocked out, but you and Nat had to sit here and work.

You sigh as you plop down on your seat, “you know, we could have much more fun than just work, you know” she says, slowly walking towards you, turning around your chair, “you really like doing that, don’t you?” you chuckle, keeping your eyes locked on to hers.

“what kind of fun are we talking about, exactly?” you ask. of course you knew what she meant, but you wanted her to say it. you feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter, desperate for attention, throbbing for her.

“you know what i mean” she says, not breaking eye contact. “say it”

“oh, you don’t want to play that game, Love. trust me” she says in amusement. her calling you love was all you needed before you couldn’t hold it in anymore, you squeezed your legs shut, hoping to satisfy the urge down there.

Natasha notices that and forces your legs open with her knee. you look down at her knee before you feel a hand on your chin, making you look back up, “eyes on me, Love” she demands.

You feel your throbbing pussy, all you wanted to do was reach your hand down and— before you could, Nat grabbed both of your hands, gently, before grabbing a rope from a drawer and tying them behind your back.

Her knee going right back to keeping your legs open. “Nat. c’mon, please” you groan out, looking down at your now tied up hands—“nuh-uh, i said eyes on me.” You immediately look back at her.

that just made you even more wet, you could feel how soaked your panties were getting. you just wanted her—no, needed her to touch you. to completely destroy you.

“please~ just-“ you whimper out,

“look how much of a mess you are.” she looked at you in amusement, sliding her hand from your chest, down to your pants, “all for me.”

She kneels and pulls down your pants, revealing your completely soaked panties, before throwing them on the floor along with your pants.

“if you wanted me this badly, you should have told me, Love” she says, spreading your lips apart, causing a moan to escape your lips. “just stop- teasing, Tash” you breathe out.

“Where’s the fun in that, though?” she asks in the most innocent voice possible. as if she’s not in between your legs right now.

her tongue rubbing over your sore clit, then sliding down and into your cunt. you whimper as she increases the speed.

then she suddenly picks you up from the chair, and sits you down on the desk. her lips now on yours, sloppily kissing you before sliding back down, landing kisses along the way, before reaching your cunt once again.

but this time she doesn’t wait. she starts eating you out right away. her index and middle finger rubbing over your clit. “fuck.. oh fuck” you moan, not able to hold back anymore.

“Nat- slow~ah slow down” you finally stammer out. “at-at least untie my hands” you say, out of breath. it’s as if she’s lost, she doesn’t respond to anything. It doesn’t take long before you get the sensation, “i’m~ i’m gonna cum” you whimper out, as Natasha speeds up, the room filled up with your moans, you were hoping nobody else was staying overtime right now.

You groan out of pleasure, as you finally cum.

Nat gets up with a satisfied look. “Now, untie me, please” you point at your hands with your head, “i gotta finish this work”

“Oh, we’re nowhere near done, love,” she says, gently caressing your face.

“What? Natasha—no,” you stammer, still feeling a bit overstimulated and confused by the moment.

“but sure, i’ll untie you” she says completely ignoring you, as she grabs scissors and cuts the rope open. “Nat, i have way too much work due tomorrow morning, we really can’t” you start explaining, and attempt to jump down from the table, but she catches you and sits you back down.

“we have time for one more round” Her lips find their way to yours, that was all you needed, all your pussy needed to become even more desperate for Natasha.

“fine, make it quick” you moan out through the kiss, “oh, i don’t do quick, Love” she smirks, before pulling away. she opens the bottom drawer of your table, and pulls out something very familiar to you, a Purple vibrator. “what- how’d you even know that was there-?” you ask covering your face with your hands out of embarrassment.

“you really think i wouldn’t notice?” she chuckled. “my desk is right in-front of yours”

“let’s see how well this actually works” she smirked and looked at you before turning the Vibrator on, immediately putting it on your Clit, causing you to flinch. “fucking hell..” you groan out.

she grabs you by the chin and pulls you into a kiss, while she slowly turns up the amplitude, testing how long you’d last without breaking the kiss.

Soon after you pull away, taking a deep breath. “seems to be working well” she states, “what do you think, love?” she asks before turning up the amplitude even more, she knew what she was doing, she enjoyed seeing you be a mess, just for her.

you whimper out in pleasure, unable to answer her. “i asked you a question, it’s not polite to ignore me, love” she said before turning the vibrator off. you look up in frustration, “god you really enjoy doing that, don’t you?”

“i asked a question” she responded with a smirk. “it works wonders, now please turn it back on” you say it in a hurry,

"Since you asked so nicely," she said, her voice low and inviting as she leaned closer, her breath warm against your skin.

As she closed the distance, her lips brushed against yours, tentative at first, like a feather grazing your skin. The gentle touch sent a shiver down your spine, then she turned more rough and out of nowhere, without a warning she turns the vibrator to the highest amplitude. making you scream both out of pleasure and surprise.

it didn’t take long for you to cum after that, she knew exactly which parts she needed to touch to make you feel good.

it was 2am after you finished. she cleaned you up, softly rubbing wipes over the places she left hickeys. giving you soft kisses along the way, as if she didn’t just make you levitate up to heaven out of pleasure.

you sat down to finish the work, but you fell asleep, not even the two cups of coffee you chugged were any help at all.

Nat carried you to your room and finished the rest of the paperwork herself.

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Bengiyo's Queer Cinema Syllabus

For those of you who don’t know, I decided to run the gauntlet of @bengiyo’s queer cinema syllabus, which is comprised of 9 units. I have completed four of the units (here is my queer cinema syllabus round up post with all the films I’ve watched and written about so far). It is time for me to make my way through Unit 5- Lesbians, which includes the following films: The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love (1995), Bound (1996), Water Lilies (2007) [Skipping for now until I can get access to it], Saving Face (2004), D.E.B.S. (2004), Set It Off (1996), The Handmaiden (2016), Carol (2015), Imagine Me and You (2005), Two of Us (2019), Rafiki (2018), and The Color Purple (1985).

Today I will be talking about

D.E.B.S. (2004) dir. Angela Robinson

[Run Time: 1:31, Language: English] [Content Warning: there is one use of the r word] Summary: Plaid-skirted schoolgirls are groomed by a secret government agency to become the newest members of the elite national-defense group, D.E.B.S.

Cast:  -Sara Foster as Amy -Jordana Brewster as Lucy Diamond -Devon Aoki as Dominique -Jill Ritche as Janet -Meagan Good as Max ___

This write up will not be very long because this movie is not working with substantial, in-depth, layered messaging. BUT HOLY SHIT IT WAS SO MUCH FUN. This is a shitty little cult classic that sees a paramilitary agent (who was recruited from some secret questions in the SATs) and a supervillain falling in love and running off into the sunset together. 

So, I’ve seen low budget films that have quite a lot to say and know it can be done, so I was curious about how in-depth this film might go into discussions of law enforcement, mostly because in the evil lair there is a sign that says The Only Good D.E.B. is a Dead D.E.B. But this is a light hearted comedy piece so though we do get Amy literally saying she’s a cop, there is not a whole lot of like anti-cop sentiment or anything in the film. 

The premise is a spy and a supervillian literally crash in to eachother, have some level of instant connection, the spy has her queer awakening and runs off with the supervillian, is rescued essentially mid coitus, and the supervillian is inspired to start returning all of the things she’d stolen over the years in an effort to get Amy to leave D.E.B.S. and just be in love with her. It’s riddled with hilarious sound effects, forcefields made of plaid, and a SECRET TUNNEL! 

What it does is show that the world’s most wanted supervillian is pretty chill, very gay, and has maybe been portrayed as more ruthless than she actually is (yes that is in fact Madam Super Villan dancing with her henchman in the gif above). What it does show is that little Miss Perfect Score on the secret spy test does not want to be a spy but felt obligated to do so because she was good at it. I did enjoy the repeated questioning of standardized testing, Lucy asking what the spy test tests for and Amy realizing that she doesn’t know and never bothered to ask yet that test was deciding her entire future. 

But again this was SO. MUCH. FUN. to watch and I would recommend it to many people even as just like a silly little wind down film if they were in need of a quick pick me up.

Also there was lots of gay kissing, which I feel is important to note. 

Favorite Moment

My favorite moment was Lucy breaking in to the D.E.B.S house to see Amy the first time. What an iconic piece of comedy: the plaid forcefield around the property that matches their school uniform, Lucy cutting a hole in the forcefield with what legitimately looks like a sonic screwdriver from Doctor Who, jumping over laser detectors on the grass that are also plaid, and climbing up the wall with those like hand-held suction cup things with the most hilarious and incredibly incorrect popping motion every time she sticks the suction cup to the wall. 

Favorite Quote 

“Yes, well, the poster child doesn’t know it yet but she’s into me.” 

I love when queer people recognize queer people, and appreciate that because Amy is young and was just getting out of a relationship with her boyfriend that she might not know her own sexuality yet or have a full understanding of what she is feeling. But Lucy Diamond is an established, adult, queer woman who definitely sees the way that Amy is acting around her and understands immediately what is happening. 

Score

10/10 

For this moment alone

THAT SAID. I do feel the need to justify this scoring. I tend to score things by what they put forth, so a show with campier premises and executions like this one would be scored almost exclusively by vibes. Things like The Miracle of Teddy Bear, for example, which takes itself incredibly seriously, has multiple layers of messaging, and incredibly realistic depictions of queerness, homophobia, and domestic violence is something I would score with a number of actual story telling factors in mind. 

This gets a 10 for vibes, I don’t think I had a single critical thought in the entire hour and a half watching it and I was having a fucking BLAST.

[writing-on-the-wahl]

Betrayed

Hi hi friends!! I wanted to post today but I have been working on not one but TWO snippets- one hero x villain (songbird part threeeeee anyone?!? 😈😇) and one urban fantasy (dragons and wolves and mages, oh my!) to post and neither of them are quite where I want them to be yet.

But fear not! I will be posting them as soon as possible:) In the meantime, here is a short snippet I wrote AGES ago based on this prompt by @gingerly-writing:

Prompt #2784

“You can’t give me to [villain]! You can’t! You’re supposed to be my friends!”

“We’re also supposed to save the city. And right now, that’s more important than saving you.”

Sidekick couldn’t keep the panic out of her voice nor the trembling out of her bound hands as she was led, well, dragged, out of the car towards where three men in black suits stood waiting next to a black SUV parked beside the pier. 

“Please! Please don’t—" Her voice cracked as those she had once called friends pulled her to a stop a safe distance from the men. Hero and Hero’s Soulmate gripped her arms, stopping her futile attempts of escape. 

“Her, in exchange for the city’s safety?” Hero’s question sounded more like skepticism than confirmation, and if terror wasn’t pounding in her veins, Sidekick would have been offended. 

The figure in the middle, the man who’d been wreaking havoc on the city for years, nodded, his deep voice smooth and certain. “You have my word.” 

That must have been reassurance enough, for in a flash, Hero and his team—the team she’d been a part of—were back in their car and speeding away. 

She cast a quick glance around the deserted pier, the gentle glow of the fading sun staining the calm water with soft streaks of pink light, a far more appealing picture than the sharp lines and harsh blacks of the supervillain and his men.  

She could try to make it to the water. 

But her hands were bound. She wouldn’t last long. 

They would pull her out, and most likely be furious with the delay. 

She swallowed her fear and turned towards the three men. They hadn’t made any move to come closer. 

Dark sunglasses blocked out their eyes despite the fading light, and a shiver ran through her. 

She closed her eyes as her mind filled her head with all the things that could happen now that she was here, defenseless, sold to buy freedom for everyone else. 

“Come.” 

The quiet word from the man in the middle carried across the distance between them, and she instinctively took a step back before lurching forward, terrified she’d displeased the one whose mercy she was now at. 

It took an eternity and no time at all for her to reach the front of the SUV. She stopped, unable to bring herself any closer to the man who had the power to bring the city to its knees with a flick of his fingers, who had instead demanded her. 

Her breaths were loud in the stillness of twilight, and she kept her head down, as though memorizing each inch of her shoes was the most important thing in the world. 

“They taught you to fear me.” It wasn’t a question, and it was filled with displeasure.

She flinched. 

Then flinched again at the angry noise he made at her flinching. 

The gravel crunched until she could feel his presence before her. 

Warm hands caught her bound ones, lifting them. She hardly registered that the bindings had been cut as he turned her left arm to expose the dark swirling mark on her inner wrist. 

And in turn revealing the matching mark on his. 

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[starry-night-author]

June of Doom Day #30

"Are you scared yet?" | Failed Escape |

June of Doom Prompt List

"Oh Suuuupervillaaaiiin..."

Supervillain covered their mouth as they gasped from their hiding place, listening to the sound of Superhero's footsteps.

"Come on out, Supervillain!" The click of their heels on the wooden floor, the sound of a tarp being ripped away as the hero searched. "I only want to talk!"

Hand still over their mouth, Supervillain slowly lifted themself to their feet, crouching and peering around the crate they were hiding behind. They'd come to confront the new superhero at the docks, but things had quickly taken a turn.

This new Superhero wasn't like the others.

Their foot scraped against the ground as they shifted, and Supervillain froze, praying Superhero hadn't heard.

A laugh, low and echoing. One that sent shivers up Supervillain's spine. "I heeeeeaaar yooooou, little mouse..."

It was most definitely time to leave.

Risking one last glance around the crate, they saw Superhero approaching their hiding place, their gleaming eyes trained on a spot to Supervillain's right. They hadn't seen them yet.

Quiet as a cautious, hunted animal Supervillain stole to another set of crates, taking a moment to lean back against it and catch their breath.

A frustrated growl as Superhero failed to find them once more, the sound of a crate being kicked out of anger. "Come out come out wherever you are, Supervillain."

They growled Supervillain's name in a way that put the villain even further on edge, knowing they were absolutely dead if they were caught. They crept to another crate, their feet light as feathers on the wooden boards.

Beneath them they heard the swirling and sucking of the water below the docks, the splashing of the waves against the posts.

It was a risky way out, but it was the only one that might work.

They slowly backed away from the crates, ultimately losing their cover if Superhero were to spot them. They glanced back as they neared the edge, and didn't stop until their back hit the railing.

Supervillain could still hear the hero on the other side of the wall of crates, their footsteps and taunting coos carried by the night air. "Liiittle moooouse...You sure are being naughty today, you won't come and talk to me?"

The easiest way into the water would be to jump, but that risked Superhero hearing the splash. So instead they slowly crouched down until their knees were against their chest, then extended one leg out over the empty blackness.

Supervillain was a strong swimmer, but they'd never attempted anything like this before. They couldn't help their additional stab of fear as they slowly lowered themself into the frigid black water. Taking a deep breath to mask the shock of the cold, they let go of the dock and slid beneath the waves without a sound.

They emerged quickly, taking a large but quiet breath before kicking themself forward, their clothes, now heavy with water, weighing them down. They ducked beneath the wooden dock, holding tightly to one of its supporting beams.

Success. Now they could either find their way out of here, or simply wait until Superhero left.

They froze as there came several thuds from above, looking up they could just make out the shadow of Superhero's feet through the boards.

Their voice from above. "Where'd you go, little mouse? Leaving without a goodbye? That really is naughty."

Supervillain squeezed their eyes shut, taking another deep breath. Praying with everything they had that Superhero would leave.

Opening their eyes once more, shivering with cold, Supervillain let out a breath as they heard Superhero's footsteps retreat, moving further down the dock. Their shadow moved too, making its way over Supervillain's head and towards the next row of crates.

Supervillain took a deep breath. They had to get out of here, they wouldn't last long in the cold water.

A sudden thud, a creak, a head appearing over the edge of the dock. Supervillain couldn't help their scream, glancing up in terror at Superhero's upside down face.

Their eyes flashed wildly in the darkness, their mouth grinned malignly to show sharp teeth.

"There you are little mouse! Are you scared yet?"

[maknaesketches]

aaaa i never post on here but oops here i am! a quick intro abt me- hewwo! i'm jisung! a small story writer (sometimes) and fanart maker! i'm into de, kpop, anime, kamen rider and super sentai! the styles of stories i write are mostly romance ones! and today i got a romance one for ya!

yes yes normally ppl try to make character × reader ones; and i would try to as well but for this particular one i had used my oc because i wanted to write a oneshot for her and my boi tim drake! ik i'm prolly not the best at writing but i try my best!

anyway enjoy this short info abt my oc b4 we start!

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Name: Elizabeth "Liz/Lizzy" Vail

Hero Name: Pyrite (not mentioned

Age: 15 (takes place prior to the start of YJ season 3)

Parents: Nick Vail/Spark (deceased) and Lexi Vail (deceased Oliver Queen/Green Arrow (adopted father) and Dinah Lance (adopted mother)

Love Interest: Tim Drake/Robin

Powers: Fire and Crystal

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TW!!: death, mentions of killing, mental abuse, gore, self doubt, anxiety, and depression. let me know if i missed any!

Word Count: 5959

Plot: 10 years ago a supervillain by the name of Arid would kill two superheroes, he sets out to kill their child as well, but before he can he gets locked away in Belle Reve. 10 years later he escapes prison and teams up with the Joker in hopes of finding now 15 year old Elizabeth Vail, the last known Vail in existence. Meanwhile, Elizabeth is a “powerless” girl who thinks she can’t do anything right and has been experiencing nightmares for the past few months, only for them to be true. Can Elizabeth manage to find herself and save everyone form Arid or will Arid have his way and kill Elizabeth? Only reading it will reveal the answer!

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Haze covered the ground as moonlight shone down onto the lonely streets of Gotham, under the light laid a body on the ground with blood seeping around it. Darkness swallowed the moon with eerie clouds as a male wearing a clown mask would lick blood off a knife he held and howl with laughter.

Waking up in a puddle of sweat on the other side of Gotham, a young female no older than 15 would breathe heavily as she looked around for something to cling onto, though too late because her palms were bleeding due to them being clenched for so long and hard. She would get up, going into the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror; her yellow eyes had bags under them while her hands were bruised. Sighing softly she would sit on the closed toilet and wrap them with gauze that was sitting out, assumingly from her parents who forgot to put it away. “That stupid dream again… Elizabeth Vail what’s wrong with you…”

###

“… You don’t think it’s a dream huh?” A female with blonde hair would ask a female that had green skin and red-brown hair. The two stood in the Watchtower alongside the green one’s lover.

“I don’t believe it is, from the sounds of it happening so frequently it could be a warning.” The green skinned female would say as she ran her fingers through her short hair. “If she will let me look through her brain I can probably get a better idea.”

“You know that’s not right, M’gann, she isn’t the type of person to let someone sort through her memories.” A male wearing a skin tight black tee shirt with the superman logo on it would say with a slight annoyance seeping through his voice. The green female— M’gann would roll her eyes as she heard the Zeta Tube announce a few members' arrivals into the tower. Nightwing— Richard would enter followed by Eclipse— Ava, Batman— Bruce, Robin— Tim, Green Arrow— Oliver, and Elizabeth would enter, talking amongst themselves.

“I never knew you could throw a punch like that, if I hadn’t dodged that would’ve hurt.” Green Arrow huffed a chuckle as he ruffled Elizabeth’s hair, “babe, you should’ve seen her in action, she was amazing, Liz took down two villains by herself today.” The arrow user said as he would walk over to Black Canary— Dinah, the first female, holding her hand as he looked at the bat family and his daughter. Superman— Clark followed by Helix— Amelie would quickly follow, the two talking amongst themselves when entering before noticing everyone else, making them open up more.

“How was your mission, Ba—“ Superman’s words would be cut short as Helix placed a hand on his chest, signaling him not to speak.

Black Canary would watch her adopted daughter, she would be holding onto Robin’s shoulder, steading herself from falling it seemed. “Lizzy, what’s wrong…?” The bird heroine would ask as she watched the child let go of her friend's shoulder, before stumbling, almost falling if it wasn’t for Robin grabbing onto her again, pulling her against him.

“Elizabeth?” He asked as he slowly moved into a sitting position on the ground, letting her sit in his lap.

“I-I’ll go get some ice!” M’gann said as she ran off, Superboy— Conner/M’gann’s boyfriend would rest a hand on Elizabeth’s forehead, sighing,

“She’s warm, but she seems fin—“

“Guys, give her some space, crowding around her like this is making it impossible for her to speak.” Eclipse would sigh as everyone would scoot backward. Elizabeth would sigh softly, thanking Eclipse before looking at the room.

“I just… I haven’t slept well, I think it’s because of the dreams I keep having.” Elizabeth said as she would stand up, with Robin holding onto her still, worried almost.

“What dreams?” Superboy asked.

Elizabeth would clench her fist as she looked down, sighing. “It’s been happening for like a month now, there are nights when it’s just this guy holding a balloon repeating the words ‘I will find you.’; and then there are nights where he is actually killing people… I see the reports on the news about a mysterious killer out on the loose and they look the same as the one in my dreams… recently when he just stands there his words are now ‘I’m closer now, you will die soon!’ a-and behind him there is a wall with the word die on it written in blood…” Her eyes would shake slightly as she felt her hand shake. “I-I don’t know who this person is or why they’re after me…” She would whimper softly. Robin would grab her shaking hand and rub it soothingly.

“Whoever this guy is, he will be turned in.” Robin would say as Batman went to the computer, he would sigh in a complaining way.

“This is the guy?” He asked as Elizabeth confirmed it, Batman and Superman’s eyes would sharpen on their faces. “Arid. He worked alongside the Joker for years before he abandoned the Joker and murdered two superheroes before getting locked up in Belle Reve… 10 years ago. It seems someone paid his sentence fee and now he’s free from jail… out to kill you.”

“Killl me? Why me?” Elizabeth asked.

“Because… your parents were the two superheroes he murdered the night he was arrested.” Green Arrow sighed as he looked at the young female. “Ember and Spark; respectively the fire warrior and the crystal warrior; Your father, Nick Vail/Ember was a firefighter in his human life, but as a hero, he was one of the best, meanwhile your mother, Lexi Vail/Spark was a meteorologist in her human life; They fought side by side, they ended up having you even before they got married, when you were just born, they wed one another… and when you were just 5… they were slaughtered on their anniversary night… me and Dinah were watching you that night while your parents were out… but they never came to get you, then the worst happened… and after that, we kept you, the league wiped all existence of Ember and Spark, not wanting to relive the trauma from that night.”

Elizabeth would look down as she would lift her hand, trying to summon any bit of power she contained, though nothing came out. Helix would watch in silence letting her face fall, worried for Elizabeth. Robin would take her hand in his as he peeled his mask off, “Let’s go out for a bit, get some fresh air, you need it.” He would say as he dragged her off to the Zeta Tube. Black Canary sighed and turned away from everyone, her eyes shaking as she looked down clenching her fists.

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Walking through the streets of a carnival, music playing softly as lights flashed to the music, Elizabeth walked alongside Tim, the two of them holding hands still, smiling like the goofs they are. “Tim…” Elizabeth’s gentle voice asked as she looked at him. Tim noticed her facial features drop, saddened.

“Liz..? What’s wrong?” He asked as the two stopped walking, facing his school friend. Elizabeth felt her face sink more into sadness as tears began to well up in her yellow eyes. Tim’s blue ones widened as he pulled her into a calming embrace letting the girl cry.

“I-I don’t want to be the worthless, weak, unpowerful daughter of heroes…” Elizabeth would say through her tears as she buried her face against his neck trying to calm herself. Tim’s face would blush gently as he looked around, sighing softly.

“Liz, you’re not worthless or weak.” Tim said as he rubbed soft circles on her back, a gentle smile crossing his lips as he loosened up some, calming himself. He felt the girl calm down after a moment, though they stayed in the position, smiling softly against each other’s hold. “You’ve trained every second you can with us, you also literally took down two— not one but TWO— supervillains today even without powers.”

Elizabeth would finally bring herself away from Tim’s hold and remove the sunglasses the boy wore, placing them on his head. “Thanks, Tim.” She said finally bringing a smile to her cheeks. Tim would blush gently before placing a hand on her head, ruffling her hair gently. After playing games and chatting all night, the two finally decided to head home. Tim would keep his hands fiddling with a fidget toy to keep his mind sane while Elizabeth fiddled with the zipper on the boy’s jacket, smiling like a goofball as she wore it. A sudden eerie vibe set the two back some as they glanced at one another. “C’mon… let’s hurry back…” Elizabeth said as Tim pocketed the fidget toy, taking Elizabeth’s hand.

The sound of something falling made Tim quickly pull Elizabeth against his body as a metal sign fell next to them. “Run!” Tim yelled as he held her hand, running in front while she ran behind him. They suddenly came to a stop at a cliff making the young bat boy’s eyes widen as he looked around. “Shit…”

“Glad to see you again, my boy.” A maniacal laugh would pierce the two heroes' ears. Tim would make a mix between a weak/angered face as he saw the white faced, green haired villain appear right before his eyes. Tim turned to Elizabeth and quickly placed his grappling hook in her hands.

“Get out of here, quick, go find Batman and tell him he’s back.” Tim said quickly as he pulled his mask from his pocket and placed it on the girl's face. “No questions— just go!” Elizabeth watched as the boy turned back around getting into a fighting stance holding some batarangs. “I won’t let you take me again!” He yelled at the Joker, his face turning enraged.

The Joker would laugh and point his gun at the two, “Bang~” Tim watched as a golden bullet flew past his eyes, watching the bullet graze Elizabeth before she fell backwards off the cliff.

“NO!”

“YES!”

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Waking up after who knows how long, Elizaberh would slowly open her yellow eyes, blinking slowly as she sat up, flinching. “Oh thank god you’re okay Lizzy…” Black Canary would breathe out as she would hold her daughter’s hand.

“We were so worried when we found you on the ground unconscious with a bullet wound.” Green Arrow said. They were in the batcave…? But why? Nightwing stood to the side looking at the computer with Oracle and Eclipse while Batman was standing with his kids. Superman and Helix were leaning against the wall near Elizabeth’s bed, smiling softly as she awoke.

“Tim…?” She would softly ask, looking around. Green Arrow and Black Canary would both tense and look at one another.

“He… isn’t here.” Green Arrow said as he took his mask off, placing it on his daughter’s bed. “Liz… you fell off a cliff with his grappling hook and mask clenched in your hand… Tiim wasn’t anywhere.” Elizabeth would look to the side table and feel her eyes widen. They filled up with tears as she took the mask into her fingers feeling the fabric. He was gone… Frustration took over her feelings before they froze in a matter of seconds seeing the computer screen change to a video from the Joker and Arid.

“Ah~ Batman; good to see ya.” The Joker’s mincing laugh would pierce everyone’s ears, “I got something here that you may want~” The Joker would step back and reveal a bloody Tim. “If I don’t see you, hand over the girl to Arid… Then the boy dies.” The Joker would say as he walked over to Tim, throwing him onto the ground. “Guys don’t do it I—“ Tim’s words were cut short by blood trickling from his lips, clearly in pain. “6PM, at the Gotham Park, not a minute late or the boy dies, JUST Batman, the girl and Nightwing.”

As the video ended, Green Arrow would hold Black Canary close to him, Nightwing was shaking with anger while Eclipse tried to calm him, Batman had an enraged look on his face and Elizabeth, she was in pure shock, hands shaking as she felt like screaming, throwing up and crying all at once. “I’m going.” Elizabeth said standing up, she ignored the pain as she clenched the grappling hook in her hand before walking over to all of Batman’s supplies grabbing Tim’s utility belt, placing it on.

Eclipse would grab her shoulders and make her face her, “Elizabeth, calm down. You’re not just going to rush in there.” She said, Elizabeth shook her head and showed her the time. 530.

“I have 30 minutes to be there to save Tim before he dies! Eclipse, I can’t let that happen.” Elizabeth would push Eclipse off her shoulders before putting the belt on.

“Elizabeth, you HAVE to stop.” Helix would say walking in front of her. “If you go, there’s a chance it could be trapped, Nightwing and Batman can’t always protect you.” She would state the obvious.

“You don’t think I can beat them?” Elizabeth asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Honestly? No. I don’t think you can, two supervillains that have been around for who knows how long want you dead and you think— as powerless as you are right now— that you can beat them?” Helix would scoff and hold her hands into the air, “You're so wrong.”

“Helix—“ Superman said as he sighed, walking up, placing a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back. “You gotta stop.” He said rubbing his temple, “—looks Liz, what Helix is trying to say is that she doesn’t want you getting hurt, none of us do.”

Elizabeth would look to the metal ceiling of the batcave, tears welling up in her eyes, “I know it's risky, but I can't bear the thought of losing him too. I have to face the Joker and that stupid villain, for my parents and for us. I can't let fear stop me from trying to save him… Tim has been there for me countless times, it’s time I do the same for him.”

Superman would gently wipe away Elizabeth's tears and sighed again, “I understand your determination, Elizabeth. We'll do everything we can to help you save Tim and keep you safe. Just promise me you'll be careful.” Elizabeth would nod softly and look at Batman and Nightwing, both slightly on edge, but also ready to go.

“Let’s do this…”

###

Standing in the blocked off park, Batman and Nightwing both stood in front of Elizabeth, determination and anger firing in their eyes. Standing across the way was The Joker and Arid, as promised, with Tim on the ground, dried blood covering his body. “Oh Tim…” Elizabeth whispered as the bat boy rolled over, making eye contact with them.

“L-liz…?” He uttered, shocked to see her.

The Joker would look at the clock and smirk softly, “Time’s up, Batman, hand the girl over or my partner here will kill him… and I’m pretty sure you don’t want him to die, not like your last Robin.” Batman and Nightwing’s faces turned darker than normal, both of them seeming to hold every urge to not fight. Elizabeth looked down, stepping past the two elder bat boys, walking in between both groups. Arid would also step forward holding. his hand out to her,

“Come here, Vail.” Hearing the commotion from Nightwing and Tim to stop, she closed her eyes and gave her hand to Arid, who pulled her roughly to him, laughing. “Finally! The last Vail is mine!!!” He would look to the Joker, “Let the bat boy go, we have what we want.”

“Elizabeth!” Batman would yell, the Joker sighed and threw Tim down.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this…” The Joker would grumble walking to Arid’s side, “lets go.”

“Wait—“ Arid looked at Elizabeth and cocked an eyebrow, “—let me say goodbye first… please…” She whispered, her eyes pleading. Arid would look to the side and loosen his grip, letting go.

“Quickly.”

Elizabeth bolted to Tim and helped him stand, her arms wrapping around his waist, tears welling in her eyes again, “Tim… you’re… you’re okay… you’re okay…” She whispered, hiccuping as she hyperventilated slightly, her hand running along his cheek and back. Tim flinched, but smiled hugging her back.

“Liz… I’m okay… you didn’t have to do this though, I would’ve been fine… now you’re going instead of me…” Tim would rub her cheek, moving a tear. Elizabeth would think for a moment and take off his jacket, confusing Tim, even more when she placed his jacket in his hands before backing up, next to Arid, “L-liz—“ His eyes would widen, shaking as he tried to reach out for her. Elizabeth would look down, clenching her eyes as the Joker kicked Tim back, Nightwing and Batman both caught the boy,

“Shit— ELIZABETH!” Nightwing yelled, watching the three disappear.

###

Looking at the unnaturally fancy room Elizabeth kept her arms close to her body as she looked around, posters and famous paintings everywhere. “Making yourself at home?” Arid asked, walking around her, he was a slender dude with slicked back black hair, a black & red eye while the other was white & green, his skin was tan and he had a black handlebar mustache.

“W-why haven’t you killed me yet…” Elizabeth asked softly.

Arid would laugh and circle the wine he carried in his cup, he would lift it above her head and pour the wine over the girl's body making her yelp at the cold feeling rushing over her body, the room getting significantly colder on top of that. “Because, Miss Vail~ I’m going to enjoy killing you, I had to give you parents a quick death, but you? I can torture you to death… I think today… Let's start with some… mental pain.” He would laugh as he left the room. Elizabeth slid to the ground as she shivered, tears staining her cheeks as she noticed the room becoming foggy, memory gas. Her eyes would widen as she tried to hold her breath, scared. The gas would fog her mind, and everything else as she felt herself struggling to breath, she looked towards a window feeling her tears well in her eyes before everything went black.

“Elizabeth, what do you think you’re doing!” The high pitched scream coming from Helix who looked horrified, confused, she would look down to see Superman, struggling to breathe, he had a stab wounds to the heart, choking on something as well. Helix would shove Elizabeth aside and bend down, “Clark? Clark!” Helix cried out as she shook the dying hero. “Clark, c-come on wake up… CLARK!” Elizabeth shook her head and stepped back, shaking. She would bump into a chest turning around quickly, Batman. He looked at Elizabeth and swung at her, the female dodged quickly, heavily breathing, scared.

“How dare you kill him!” He screamed as he swung again. Elizabeth dodged before getting hammered in the back by a tomahawk, followed by a bo staff sending her flying into the black void, struggling to stand. Once she managed to get to her feet she saw Tim.

“T-tim!” She whimpered standing up, grasping his shoulders. “I-I didn’t do it! I didn’t kill him!” She would cry, shaking him. Tim would shove her off of him and back up, joining a dashing male’s side, holding his hand.

“You didn’t just do that… you destroyed everything, you destroyed our home, your parents, us, all of it, thrown away because of you.” He grumbled.

“Hey hey…” The dashing male would say, rubbing his hand, “Let’s go Tim, she’s not worth your time.” He said, walking into the void, leaving Elizabeth alone.

The scene would whirl around to her standing in front of her parents in her dad’s house, yelling coming from both of them… but it was all directed at her. The house was badly destroyed on the inside, burns and blood everywhere as spit flew from her raging father and high pitched shouting from her mother. Tears just fell as she held her head, covering her ears crying. Nothing was right. It didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense.

The scene would change again, with her back in the void, staring into the darkness for miles and miles. All she did was scream, that’s all she could do, scream. She didn’t kill Superman. She didn’t ruin things with Tim. She didn’t do anything to make her parents mad. So what happened!

“Elizabeth…?” Fear struck the girl as she turned around slowly, gentle glowing figures who she couldn’t really make out were standing in front of her now. “I know things seem tough… but you will get through it… just hold on a little longer, my little flame you’re doing so good…” A masculine voice spoke, he glowed a reddish-orange color.

“I’m so proud of you baby, you’ve become an amazing hero even with your dormant powers.” A feminine voice spoke, she glowed a pinkish-purple color. Elizabeth stretched her hand out to them with a sad smile on her face, the figures floated back though, “It’s not time.. Not yet, Lizzy.” The female mumbled sadly before they both vanished with a poof.

Awakening in a puddle of sweat, Elizabeth looked around the place, locked in the lonely room still. She had purple marks on her arms, seemingly from herself. “Did you enjoy that?” Arid asked over the speakers in the room. Elizabeth just shook her head, soft whimpers escaped still.

###

Stepping into the Batcave after cleaning up, Tim kept his hands on the bo staff, a familiar comforting feeling taking control of him. “It’s good to be home…” He said as he shrunk his staff placing it into a strap on his back.

“Good to see that you’re awake.” Ava would say.

“It really is, Alfred, said you didn’t have as many injuries as we anticipated.” Richard would say and smile softly, rubbing the current Robin’s head. “Bruce isn’t happy that you sacrificed yourself though.” Richard said, making a face.

“It’s better than letting him get Liz…” Tim quickly said as he looked down, “I was abused by the Joker… but I was never his target…” Tim felt tears sting his eyes, “I overheard him talking to this guy, Arid, he killed Liz’s parents and is also after her life… but instead of the quick death, he is going to torture her..” He would clench his fist and punch the wall next to him, it made Ava and Richard jump in shock at his reaction.

“He’s gonna torture her…?” Dinah would ask in shock as she overheard the conversation, her eyes shook as she sunk onto the ground, crying, overwhelmed by emotions.

Oliver would rest a hand on his fiance’s shoulder and let his mind run quickly with every idea springing through his brain. “Did he take her to the place you were held at?”

Bruce would enter the room and shake his head, “Arid is a lot smarter than that, there is no way he would take her there.” Bruce would go to the computer and start searching things up.

“Dad, let me.” Ava said as she would join his side, she bent down next to him and started searching, quicker than him. Richard would watch, smiling softly at his girlfriend's behavior to her father.

As the bat dad and daughter worked Tim sighed and turned to everyone, “Arid mentioned that he used to be a hero.. Dr. Medical I believe he said that he used to love Spark, who is her mom.. He worked on a team with Spark and Ember, until Ember fell in love with Spark and they ended up getting married, it left Arid fuming… he ended up killing Spark when he was trying to kill Ember instead… then… he became mad knowing Elizabeth was still alive, since her hair color and skin tone match her father while her eyes match her mother… all he sees is her father and that's why he wants to kill her.” Tim would sigh softly, running a hand through his hair. He would look at the belt that sat in his hand and sighed, “We’re going to get her back, I can promise that.”

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A few days would pass by and Elizabeth could hardly stay awake, her pink tee shirt torn, her shoes burned as well as her pants. She would look down at the dried blood along her legs making her unable to stand as she eyed the bruises and burns. Everything hurt as she laid there with a hand over her yellow eyes, tears unable to fall due to over crying. She would close her eyes feeling the room get even colder, her body shivering. Parts of her body turned purple with the coldness. “I’m really going to die here… huh…” She whispered as she felt the overwhelming sensation of death awaiting her. “I failed everyone… Helix was right… there is no way I could’ve won… I’m not strong enough to take care of myself, I haven’t trained for as long as anyone else… Dad tried to train me, Zatanna and Eclipse did as well… Helix tried too but none of it worked.” Elizabeth would lift her hand off her eyes and stare at the unfriendly looking hand. “I guess I’ll get to meet my parents… sooner than I thought…” Closing her eyes, she finally accepted her defeat. She would feel herself go…

Waking up in the oh-so-familiar black void, Elizabeth looked down at her clothes, a simple whitish-green dress with her long light brown hair tied with a pink bow. Her yellow eyes would blink at the surrounding empty void. Elizabeth's heart skips a beat once she turned around and saw two familiar faces in front of her. Confusion and disbelief wash over her as she realizes that these strangers from earlier “I-i know you guys!” She gasped out.

The one glowing orange-red would chuckle and shake his head, “Are you sure you remember us? I don’t think you do.”

“You didn’t even recognize her at first!” The one glowing pink would scold the orange-red one and sighed, hissing in annoyance. Elizabeth would hesitate, unsure of how to react, but a glimmer of recognition flickers in her eyes. Slowly, the pieces start to come together, and a mix of emotions floods her. It's a bittersweet moment, filled with shock, curiosity, and a longing to know more about these people who share her blood.

“Mom… Dad… no way… W-wait this means… I’m dead OMG!” Elizabeth would gasp out as she held her face, hyperventilating. The purple-pink one would quickly grab Elizabeth’s hands and pull them off her face, blowing on her face trying to calm her down.

“Hey hey— no no no, you need to calm down… Elizabeth— look at me!” The purple-pink one— Lexi Vail/Spark would say. The orange-red one— Nick Vail/Ember would sigh and rub Elizabeth’s head.

“Lizzy, you’re not dead… not yet anyway, look… we’re here to help you.” Nick said as he backed up and crossed his arms, smirking. “This is going to hurt… maybe.” He said and tilted his head, chuckling gently before filling it with flaming fire. Lexi rolled her eyes at her husband before holding her hand out with freezing crystals. “Take our hands… come on little one.” He said gently. Elizabeth looked down at their hands and shakingly grabbed both of them, her eyes widened as she suddenly screamed feeling power raging through her body, purple-pink and orange-red energy flung through her body, glowing. Everything hurt as the girl fell to her knees feeling her body absorb the energy.

After a few moments, Elizabeth would open her eyes, both of them glowing the theme colors of her parents. “Wha… What is this overwhelming… power…” She whispered as she stood up; the left side of her body flooding with the cold beauty of the crystal powers while the right side of her body surging with the hot gracefulness of the fire powers. “I…I feel so alive!” She yelled out as she shot powers into the void, jumping in surprise. “Oh my gosh! I just did that!” She gasped before looking at her parents who smirked in admiration at their daughter.

“Now… Liz hun, you’re going back to the living side…” Lexi said as she rubbed her daughter’s cheek before holding her husband’s hand; the parents opening a white void behind them. “Go home Liz, please… you’re not meant to be dead.”

Elizabeth looked at her parents confused. “Won’t.. won’t you two be gone then…?” She whispered as her dad pushed her toward the white void.

“We will… but we are apart of you now, we awoke your powers… at the cost of our lives… well what is left of us anyway.” Nick laughed before he bent down and kissed his daughter’s forehead. Lexi would do the same thing. “Go on.” He mumbled as he gently pushed her forward. Elizabeth smiled at her parents before mumbling a thank you before going into the white void.

Awakening in the pitch black, freezing room. Elizabeth would sit up, in the torn clothes making her sigh. She questioned if the dream she had was even real, but she felt better, more alive… She would look down and watched her right hand flare up, making her yelp softly, “It’s real!” She gasped. She looked around and stood up slowly as she rolled her arms, warming up her body. She would smirk and hold her hand to the wall and watched it catch fire. A snicker would escape her lips before watching the room start burning. She would laugh and throw her head back, her eyes glowing the colors of her powers.

###

“Woah— a massive fire just broke out at the old abandoned manor…” Helix said in shock as she scrolled through the news on her phone. Superman made a face and leaned over the former villain's shoulder.

“The fire is pink— how can a fire be pink?” Superman asked, making a confused face.

Richard would take the phone and look at the article, “No signs of any gas lines or oil around there… the only way to start something—“

“Police and Firefighters say nobody can get inside… that fire is over 500 degrees…” Ava added.

Tim would look down, sighing in annoyance. “Guys we HAVE to find Elizabeth, this fire isn’t any of our business.” He said, making a face.

“Tim, we’re trying… let's try to deal with this fire, it may lead us to something.” Bruce said, “Superman, Helix, Green Arrow, Nightwing and Robin, go. Oracle, Canary, Eclipse and I will keep searching.”

“But Bru—“ Tim would receive a glare from Bruce making him go quiet. “Fine… let’s just get this over with…” He grumbled.

The team would arrive on to the scene, Superman and Helix taking to the sky, “Robin… something isn’t right… yes this fire is hot but… there’s someone standing inside of it.” Superman would utter to the bat boy who looked confused.

Squinting his eyes in the pink flames he made out a figure in the flames. A white and pink hair ribbon fell infront of his face fragily making his eyes widen as he quickly rushed forward. “ROBIN!” Nightwing would yell as he tried to grab the panicking 16 year old.

“No… no no no…” Robin would yell as he ran. Helix and Superman would fly to try to grab the boy, but before they could the fire made a path open up. Helix would quickly pull Superman back, holding onto him. Robin would rush into the pathway making him confused when he came to a stop infront of a female. Her hair was down all the way as her clothes were ripped and tattered. Tears stung the young boy’s eyes. “Lizzy…” He gasped out as the fire closed behind him, leaving the two unharmed.

Elizabeth turned her head back to see the cleaner up bat boy prior from the other day. “Tim…” She whispered in awe as the girl would stop the fire on her hands before looking him up and down. Overwhelmed with emotion, she would step back, scared. Robin would take a step forward and grab her hand.

“It’s me.. in the flesh.” He whispered as he placed her hand over his heart. “I’m alive… and this beating heart proves it.” Robin would pull her into a hug as Elizabeth’s eyes filled with tears, Robin would tighten the hug as the two slid onto the ground, the fire around them disappearing.

“Robin!” Nightwing called out again as he made his way over to the two followed by everyone else that was there. A smile fell onto the blue bird's face, “Lizzy… you’re okay…” He spoke as Helix quickly flew down, followed by Superman who held Helix in his arms as the girl would feel her body shake.

“S-something… isn’t right…” Helix mumbled as she laid in Superman’s arms. The muscular hero would notice a stone on the ground making him hold Helix closer.

“Because this place is surrounded with Yalex energy… it’s hurtful to you.” Superman said as he looked at everyone. “C’mon; we saved Elizabeth, now we need to go, before things get worse.” He said as he flew back, trying to save the weakened girl in his arms. Everyone else would retreat back, Robin holding onto Elizabeth. A swoosh sound would be heard resulting in Elizabeth quickly turning around, throwing up a massive crystal, blocking the attack.

“Have fun getting through Obsidian.” Elizabeth smirked softly before screaming was heard on the other side, the crystal breaking.

“You— You stupid girl get back here!!!” Arid yelled as he ran at Elizabeth. Robin and her made eye contact, ready to fight. An arrow pierced Arid in the stomach before it was followed by 3 more arrows.

“Hurt my daughter again… and I won’t miss your heart next time.” Green Arrow growled as he lowered his bow. Elizabeth turned to her adopted father and bolted into his arms, “I missed you so much baby…” Green Arrow whispered as he picked up his daughter into a tight hug.

Once he released her, Elizabeth rushed to Nightwing and hugged him. “I’m glad you’re back kiddo… Tim hasn’t slept well these few days.” He said and patted her head.

“Who says Tim sleeps even when I am here?” Elizabeth commented; the two sharing a small laugh before the younger turned to Helix and Superman, walking over to them. “Helix… Superman… I’m… I’m sorry… for acting the way I did and not upholding my promise. I thought I could beat Arid, and save Tim without any issues… but look at the mess I caused.”

Helix would lean down and gently pull Elizabeth into a hug. “I’m not mad… I was just worried… me and Clark may not be your parents, or adopted parents, but we both see you like a daughter we don’t have…” Helix would rub her cheek and smile softly. “I’m glad you’re okay.” Superman would nod in agreement as he watched Helix stand back up and join his open arms.

Elizabeth would feel arms wrap around her back making her flinch but lean into his hold. She smiled, not even needing to turn around, knowing who the back hug was from. She would rub his cheek and smile softly, feeling her tears fall freely again. The painful memories of the feeling of death… now to this moment of standing here around the people she loved, it was all so much. She would turn around in the bat boy’s arms and hold his cheeks. “Tim…” Just with the whisper of his name, nothing else and nothing more, the masked boy melted as he leaned in and did what he should’ve done along ago, kiss her.

(drawings are mine btw!!)

[sigynpenniman]

Okay this came up because I was talking to Jules about it and now I think it’s worth posting because maybe this will help some of you

Life Protip: if you have a self improvement thing you wanna do, and you have an iPhone (not sure about androids), go into the Reminders app - specifically it has to be the reminders app - and set yourself a reminder with a daily repeat at an appropriate time with a little message in it that will remind you of the thing you need to do more of or change or whatever. They don’t have to be straightforward- they don’t have to make any sense to anyone but you - in fact, I think it’s more fun if they’re cryptic. This is what mine looks like:

Explanations:

- make someone feel loved today - simple. Exactly what it says

- communicate your feelings (like Gerard) - as I’ve fallen into the Gerard Way emotion I’ve been watching some streams and things they did with their friends and noticed in passing that they’re very open and matter of fact about certain things - like “this makes me anxious” or “I forgot the rules to this game” or whatever - that I SUCK at being open about. It stuck with me, so it went on the list to remind me to tell people how I’m feeling in situations.

- be more like Loki - this one sounds super threatening but it only actually makes sense to me. There was a YouTube video I watched ages ago about what makes Loki so compelling as a character and the guy doing the video pointed out that it’s partly because he always seems to be having so much FUN when he’s making chaos, and the guy made an offhanded comment about how all of use could stand to be a bit more Loki in our lives by finding ways to have fun with everything. So “be more like Loki” doesn’t mean become a supervillain or anything- what it means is “find a way to have fun with something you have to do today.” And I always know and remember that when I see it.

- Dr Bashir says take your Zyrtec - another does what it says on the tin.

The magic of these - and the reason it has to be the reminders app - is that iPhone reminders app reminders stay on screen until manually dismissed. They don’t disappear into the notification tray when you unlock your phone. They stay visible on your lockscreen until you deliberately interact with them and hit “completed.” It forces you to manually acknowledge what it’s saying.

I absolutely love these and I think they make a genuine difference to my life. If you want to try and do something, change something, self improve, whatever - try this. And make them cryptic and fun and do WHATEVER you have to so they’ll stick out to you. It’s not a coincidence that I’m invoking characters and people with all of these. It MAKES me pay attention. And it nudges me throughout the day towards a particular self I want to be.

[livvyofthelake]

1, 3, 6-8, 13, 16, 20-22 (didn’t think of a Thing to ask abt so go wild!!) (sorry if this has sent several times my app keeps crashing <3)

1) the character everyone gets wrong

oooh another one of this question lemme think of another one to complain about…. um. ty blackthorn…. i know you don’t know him but you should have a basic level of familiarity with his sherlock holmes swag and necromancy realness and ghost guy slay like. just based on my posting… i don’t like fandomy interpretations of him that make him like. soft and cutesy and uwu whatever like that boy is a huge fucking cunt he’s the worst… he’s a supervillain in training it’s ridiculous stop calling him your soft little baby or whatever the hell…. like you sound insane not even cassie is babying him like that get serious

3) screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

i’m saying this cuz i know you were there too so you’ll get it but literally the 2021 pre s4 era of bylertheorism posting was so awful fr….

6) which ship fans are the most annoying?

wow see prev response….. no but like i’ll give a real answer. um idk i already complained about a few things but i’m gonna pull out a nicheish one due to the fact i saw a sofia wylie tiktok today and it made me think about hsmtmts. um i think ricky and gina shippers ruined everything sacred about that show and tim federle needs to die for the crimes he’s committed against me for them. this is also true about jiara but i’m beyond caring about obx and hsmtmts is like. THE show that got me through summer 2021. it was so rough oh my god. ej and gina were all i had. and now i don’t even have them anymore we should all kill ourselves. not to be a person that cares too much about ships. idk you had to be there maybe. and by there i mean like. you had to be me i guess

7) what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

damn speaking of outer banks. jj. that boy should kill himself i don’t even care. or jesper shadow and bone. i promise i’ll like him more when i read about him but as a netflix original comic relief man…. i just can’t get behind him. also that actor was in a movie i hated so he should have to do like. 100 hours court ordered community service picking up trash in parks. that’s just one girl’s opinion

8) common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

can i talk about my shadowhunters. ok well i’m going to. it’s like sorry about your mental illnesses or whatever but i don’t think projecting them onto kit herondale is necessarily the way to go babes. he exists in a fantasy universe where he can put a little tattoo on his body and instantly gain speed, the kid hangs out with werewolves and his mom can do magic. i don’t think he is taking adderall. plus shadowhunters can’t take medication anyway so L + ratio + i can tell you’re either 16 or the most annoying adult alive. sorry if you’re 16, i promise when you stop being 16 you will feel better about life. like fandom lovessss to headcanon him with the most boring shit imaginable. oh you headcanon that this character who lives in a universe where MAGIC IS REAL has adhd? that’s cool i headcanon that he’s a virgin but makes up elaborate lies about it so none of the bad guys who are constantly after him can use him as a virgin sacrifice. i just made that up but it’s still more fun than being like ohh this character is training to be able to kill demons but the most important thing in his life is remembering to take his medication!! like booo 👎 nobody wants to read about medication in fantasy…. unless it’s like some sick ass herbs and potions like my buddy gaius makes. whatever.

13) worst blorboficiation

can i say will herondale. you know what don’t even worry about it. i’m gonna say tom holland spiderman. i don’t engage with literally any of that but i am an internet user in this day and age so it is unfortunately thrust upon me. sorry to that man but i hope peter parker dies goddamn. today’s writers just don’t hate their protagonists enough they always wanna keep ‘em around as long as possible it’s insane. arthur conan doyle had the right idea i think. like kill that dude!!

16) you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

i hateeeeeee fandom himbo characterization. ESPECIALLY. when it comes to my beloved arthur bbc merlin. he is not. a himbo…. we should all kill ourselves.

20) part of canon you found tedious or boring

no offense to cassandra clare’s infernal devices but. i’m so so sorry tessa i love you forever it’s just. well.

21) part of canon you think is overhyped

i’m just gonna say barchie. can’t fucking stand this season sorry abby that i made you watch this show only for its final season to be a flop ass barchie season.

22) your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

i think we all need to talk more about how in city of fallen angels clary had a pink cell phone. that was a nothing detail i just think about it a lot and i didn’t know what else to say here.

[geekgemsspooksandtoons]

There is this insane idea of mine that imagines the likes of Iguana and Man Wolf seem like actual creatures. But in reality, they are both advanced robotic creatures controlled by Mysterio. Their backgrounds in a sense are presented as if they were meant to be monsters in horror films but Mysterio came up with them to make them run amok, and after having them rough up Spider-Man, and Mysterio beating them himself. Mysterio would then "Confront" the creatures and "Defeat" them in combat.

But alias, I feel like I REALLY shouldn't go in this direction for something. For Man Wolf, I really rather not do that because Man Wolf is a BIG thing for John Jameson as a character because there was a comic series exploring that. And to this day, his character is still being used comics.

Yet Iguana...to be honest, I am hesitant because he has some more history than I thought. But Iguana is a character that...is very simple, no huge complex history that his backstory is literally Connor's pet Iguana that became a supervillain. And a similar story (Fit within the narrative of the WEbbverse at the time) happened but more so with the Cross-Species thing in The Amazing Spider-Man 2012 video game where he was one of the bosses.

This is something I just wanted to mention and me trying to be creative in some strange way. And today, I was literally thinking. Mysterio sounds like a Scooby-Doo villain doing this.

Wait, I thought I posted this? This has been in my drafts for many hours...guess I'll post it now.

[true-blue-megamind]

FAN THEORY THURSDAY: Megamind and Masculinity

Thanks to life throwing a few mountain-sized speed bumps in my way, it’s been forever, but I’m finally back! Did you miss me? (Don’t answer that. I’ll just pretend you said yes.) In case there’s any question, yes, these posts still concern Megamind, and yes, you still need to see this excellent animated film before reading. SPOILER WARNING!

It’s no great secret that the 2010 movie Megamind expertly deals with some surprisingly grown-up topics for a family feature. Well, today we're going to examine another one: masculinity. (While I'm honestly not sure whether Megamind would identify as male or non-binary, we're going to be looking at masculinity in the behavioral sense. You'll see what I mean.) Some of what this animated movie has to say on the matter may surprise you. What makes various characters toxically or positively masculine? How are both ideas illustrated in the film? Fans have some wonderful insights to offer!

Types of Toxic Masculinity

Okay, we already know that Hal/Titan is the King of Incel Creeps, and we’ll discuss that later, but what this film has to say about toxic masculinity goes deeper and broader. Indeed, Hal may not be the only character illustrating this social issue. During the Movie Night Crew’s Megamind podcast one member described different types of toxic masculinity portrayed in the film.

“There's the guy who is hiding substantial things about himself but is otherwise quite nice. There's the guy who feels like throwing elaborate things at you is a great way to woo you. Then there's the guy that you go over to his apartment and there are actual framed pictures of himself.”

If none of that sounds like Hal, it’s because it’s not. Believe it or not, the first two (honestly milder) archetypes may be Megamind during the earlier half of the movie. Before you all grab torches and pitchforks, let me explain. As “Bernard,” the then-villain feels free to show the good-hearted, thoroughly likable side of his true personality, but he is also lying about his identity to Roxanne. As an undisguised supervillain, he tries to win the reporter’s affection by showcasing his creations. The technologically-advanced doom devices he constructs and the elaborate plans he concocts appear to be at least partially aimed at impressing her. (To be fair, as mentioned in Why Kidnap Roxanne, many fans argue that this could be a courtship instinct natural to a highly intelligent species. Showing off his intelligence could be Megamind’s version of a male peacock spreading its tail feathers.)

The third type of toxic masculinity mentioned obviously refers to Metroman. He seems rather self-centered and arrogant, and it isn’t only due to his choice of wall art. There’s his vaunting behavior at the Metroman Museum as well as his childhood bullying of Megamind, but even these aren’t the whole story.

Consider his exchange with Roxanne Ritchi, who’s been abducted yet again by the local supervillain, near the beginning of the movie. When Metroman says: “don’t panic, Roxie,” she responds that she’s not panicking, but the hero doesn’t seem to hear, instead adding that he’s on his way. He seems unwilling to acknowledge her statement because it suggests her plight is not particularly dire, thus reducing his importance.

Believing his nemesis and damsel to be in the abandoned observatory, Metroman crashes through the metal doors, sending a huge, heavy telescope flying into the relatively small room. Think about that. It would likely have hit Roxanne if she’d actually been there, and she could have been badly injured. Despite ostensibly coming to her rescue, Metroman doesn’t appear to think much about the damsel’s safety. This possibly indicates that, to the superpowered celebrity, at least, Roxanne is less a person and more a prop for his daring heroics. When you add to that his willingness to abandon the city during a crisis and his career choice of wanna-be rock star, it becomes clear that Metroman, far from truly being a Good Guy, is actually rather egocentric. He’s like the popular high school jock stereotype: behaving publicly in a way that prompts others’ adoration but, at his core, a bit of a selfish jerk.

Static and Dynamic Character Traits

While Megamind genuinely seems to be a good person and Roxanne clearly falls for him in the end, he still has some personal growth to do at the beginning of the film. And he does exactly that. It’s what makes the blue hero different.

You see, despite having initially made some rather questionable choices in his early attempts to woo Roxanne—pro tip: abductions and threats are not the way to a girl’s heart—Megamind changes and matures throughout the course of the film. That’s something which, out of the three characters previously mentioned, only the blue man does. Although the former villain is already less objectionable than either Metroman or Hal from the start—he’s careful never to hurt Roxanne, as is obvious from her lack of fear, and despite having her in his power multiple times he never takes advantage of her—his character development remains dynamic throughout the narrative. Thus we see that Megamind already possesses a greater level of empathy and decency than other major male characters in the film—except Minion, who we all know is a sweetheart—and he continues improving from there. This may be due to his original behavioral catalysts. What little toxicity we see in him seems to be born out of anxiety—such as his masquerading as Bernard when he believes he can never be accepted for himself—as well as a certain lack of knowledge on expressing interest to potential lovers.

What do I mean? In the original script, a henchman points out that kidnapping Roxanne is like the supervillain’s version of dipping a schoolmate’s pigtails in the ink well, and he’s not wrong. Having grown up in an all-male prison and suffered ostracization most of his life, Megamind probably lacked the social development necessary to maturely communicate sexual interest. It’s possible he instead fell back on an almost preadolescent mode of behavior. Indeed, it’s a phase most people go through, but it seems to have affected the blue man into physical adulthood. To put it plainly, what Megamind displays is less a personality flaw and more a normal growing pain that his circumstances have prolonged. Out of the three villain/hero characters, he’s definitely the most positively masculine from the start. It appears that Megamind is an essentially good man with a few toxic traits while Metroman is an essentially toxic man with a few good traits. (Hal, as we’ll discuss later, is just plain toxic.) More importantly, however, Megamind’s milder flaws are something he chooses to change.

That’s the real difference. By the end of the film, the Blue Defender has conquered both anxiety and under-socialization, becoming a truly Good Guy in every sense. He recognizes negative behaviors and alters them. He takes time to know Roxanne, cares about her, and recognizes that she's a capable, intelligent person rather than a prop or prize. (This is why, as mentioned in Megamind and Identity, he requests her help when Metro City is in danger.) Megamind is willing to admit mistakes and become a better man, making him the film's prime example of positive masculinity.

Again, this is a stark contrast to Hal and Metroman, both of whom are largely static characters. Yes, one gains superpowers and turns to crime while the other fakes his death and retires from heroism, but the essence of who they are remains the same. Metroman’s living space is still covered with images and memorabilia glorifying him, and he still chooses a career that, if successful, will provide praise and attention. Hal, of course, remains the same creep as ever, continuing to stalk his crush, insisting that Roxanne owes him her affection, and lashing out violently when things don’t go his way.

Good Guy Versus Nice Guy

That brings us to our third and final point. Hal is such an excellent adversary for Megamind, in part, because they are polar opposites. In fact, if the blue alien represents positive masculinity, then Titan is the film’s ultimate example of toxic masculinity.

In MEGAMIND and Nice Guy™ Syndrome, a video on the YouTube channel Cinema Therapy, filmmaker Alan Seawright and therapist Jonathan Decker hit the proverbial nail squarely on the head. The hosts explored what it means to be a so-called “Nice Guy” compared to what it means to be a Good Guy, and explained the primary difference between the two beautifully.

There's a difference between niceness and goodness. Nice is built on transaction. It's built on appearance. It's built on “I want something and this is how I'm going to get it.” Good is: “This is who I want to be because the greatest joy is giving love.”

In other words, Nice Guys (or Nice Girls, for that matter,) behave a certain way because they expect something in return while Good Guys show kindness, consideration, and affection simply because they care. By this definition, true goodness is based upon empathy and affection while a Nice Guy’s brand of niceness is, under the surface, entirely self-serving and manipulative. It’s the difference between somebody massaging a lover’s back after a rough day because they want to make them feel better and somebody massaging a lover’s back because they believe it entitles them to sex in return.

Hal fits quite clearly into the “Nice Guy” category. (I’ve covered some of this in a previous blog post, What Makes Hal Such a Great Villain, so I’m going to try to be rather brief.) Even before becoming Titan, the creepy cameraman regularly tries to pressure Roxanne into going out with him and seems to think that she owes him her affection because he acts nice to her. As Decker and Seawright explain, Hal also tries to lay claim to her, such as when, following Roxanne’s reference to Megamind/Bernard as her partner, Hal tells the other man: “Listen, Partner, I’m her partner!” Immediately afterward, he even claims that Roxanne doesn’t know what she’s saying due to her supposedly “traumatic experience.” He’s attempting to gaslight the woman as well as seeking to press her into what Hal sees as her assigned role: that of a delicate female blossom in need of protection. This is likely both because that’s the part Roxanne plays in his fantasies—he does, after all, talk about protecting her during their first interaction of the film—and because it’s an attempt to mitigate his own emasculated feelings after Roxanne braved Megamind’s Lair while he didn't—hence his ridiculous claim about fighting ninjas.

Of course, Hal/Titan only becomes worse after gaining superpowers. He acts as if Roxanne is some sort of automatic superhero prize, uses his powers to invade the privacy of her home, and becomes violent when she refuses him. All of this is basically a macrocosm of his existing temperament. Before being injected with Metroman’s DNA, Hal yells and punches the news van when Roxanne declines his invitation to a creepy two-person party. As Titan, he takes his man-child wrath out on the entire city. Similarly, he shows a complete lack of regard for Roxanne’s feelings both before and after his transformation. When the woman is clearly upset following her report on Metroman’s apparent loss, Hal completely fails to notice, callously joking about “wrapping up” the segment and pressuring her for a date. Later, Titan throws Roxanne around like a rag doll, scaring her half to death and placing her life in peril, with no regard for her feelings. Clearly, any niceness Hal displays is only surface deep and aimed at possessing the woman he lusts for. He does not actually care about her at all.

Megamind, however, is the opposite. He does care. A lot. A part of this can be seen, of course, in his interactions with Roxanne. (As I’ve said, during kidnappings he never so much as touches her, while dating her he takes time to get to know her as a person, when she breaks up with him he accepts her decision without pushing, and he respects her intelligence.) However, there’s more to it than that.

While the blue man certainly cares about the “girl of his dreams,” he also cares about his city and everyone in it, despite having little reason for such empathy. As a villain he commits vandalism and theft, but, as far as we know, he never purposefully harms anyone, even staging his battles with Metroman in in abandoned areas to avoid casualties. (The aforementioned video states that Megamind clearly wants to be good but society won’t initially let him.) When Titan turns evil, the blue man works to save Metro City rather than fleeing—something he could have done using his holowatch and hoverbike. While asking his love for help, Megamind never mentions his own danger despite Titan’s murderous fury over he and Roxanne’s kiss. Instead, the alien’s main concern is the welfare of his hometown and its populace. (You can read more about that in Megamind and Identity.) When Roxanne calls for Megamind to save her, she reminds him that he never runs from a fight even when he thinks he has no chance of winning, and, indeed, the blue man displays exactly that kind of determination when, too pained to walk, he literally crawls to the invisible car during the battle.

Once Titan is defeated, the blue genius doesn’t stop there, but immediately begins rebuilding the city. And there’s evidence he keeps improving it long afterward. If you’ve read the earlier article Is There Proof of Megamind’s Presence in Rise of the Titans, you’ll already be aware that the Blue Defender seems to have been hard at work. Comparing Metro City as it appears in the Megamind and Trollhunter movies, which take place about a decade apart, we can see that old infrastructure and rundown buildings have been replaced by successful businesses, clean streets, tons of technology, and even a new public transportation system. (Although I do hope they kept the historic districts.) Obviously, Megamind is not only defending his city but also making it a better place. All of this shows that he genuinely cares about the people around him, and that is why he’s a Good Guy.

There you have it! The movie Megamind deals with both toxic and positive masculinity. The blue genius represents the latter not because he’s perfect but because he sincerely cares about others so much it drives him to be a better person. He’s empathetic, determined, brave, and willing to learn from his mistakes. He not only protects those who depend on him but strives to improve their lives as well. That sets him apart from toxic characters and makes him a true hero. It’s one more way this film addresses a serious topic in a family-friendly context. No wonder, nearly twelve years later, this amazing animated movie still has so many dedicated fans!

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Love and Support — Peter B. Parker

→ Summary: Peter is exhausted, thankfully he has you by his side.

→ Genre: Stablished relationship fluff :)

→ Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, a teeny tiny bit of superhero violence

→ Word count: 1.4K

→ A/N: This has been a WIP for a while and I was really nervous about posting it but I rewatched ITSV and Peter deserves some love so

English is not my first language and this is not beta-read, please let me know if there are any mistakes

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Peter likes staying positive, but he finds that right now, with Green Goblin, it is becoming increasingly difficult to do so. He grunts when he lands on the cold hard concrete and he is tempted to stay right there for a second before he is bursting right back into the fight. Peter sighs, mulling over how usually this confrontation would have been over by now.

He says as much, “Norman, you are being a real pain in the-”

Spider-man huffs, feeling his breath momentarily leave him when the Green Monster throws something at him. He grunts, starting to get annoyed. I have a date, he laments inwardly.

Peter recalls how, just earlier today, he had been on his way to you. He was tired from a long day of patrolling the city and genuinely looking forward to seeing you. And then the Green Monstrosity attacked. Alas, when duty calls…

Peter feels a surge of energy when thinking about you and your date and, using it to his advantage he starts some elaborate web patterns he hopes will finally stop the Emerald Grouch. Stop him from what? He wonders idly but it doesn’t really matter, at this point in time he knows that nothing good ever comes from the mutated man terrorizing the city.

Spider-man tugs at his webs and watches smugly as they fully immobilize the supervillain. The weird bat-snake protests and roars but the webs don’t heed. Spider-man makes sure to reinforce the hold and, once satisfied, swiftly leaves the scene. He is certain law enforcement will arrive soon and he has more important things to do.

Like getting home. Peter complains to himself, he hates taking the long way to your apartment. He has to walk for the most part and he just wishes he could just directly swing by. He knows it’s not safe though and the thought of putting you in danger makes anxiety pool in his stomach.

Peter does his best to drown out the sounds of the city as he walks, preferring to focus his mind on what’s awaiting him. Logically, he knows he is surrounded by gray and drab New York but the thought of you makes everything look a little warmer, a little brighter. His steps gain speed. He feels like there’s a thread connecting you both, and the closer he gets to you the more the tension in his chest eases away.

He keeps on thinking of you as he walks. His beautiful girlfriend. The thought makes him smile involuntarily. Y/N.

You are always so understanding, regarding everything, but especially when it comes to his hero duties. Not only do you understand, you encourage him to be a hero and welcome him back with open arms every time.

Your apartment comes into view and he feels his smile grow on his face. Darkness has descended over New York but your apartment window acts as a beacon to him, attracting him to the warmth that spills from that tiny square in an otherwise drab building. Peter regains his earlier speed, dying to get to the one spot in the whole world that promises light and warmth to him.

The doorman doesn’t even bother stopping him, already recognizing Peter from his several visits. He silently thanks him and immediately starts taking the stairs several steps at a time.

Peter huffs once he gets to your floor but refuses to slow down, sprinting to your door. He slides his hand into his coat, fully expecting to come in contact with a pair of keys. Instead, he grasps at air and a small ball of lint.

Peter frowns, and his brain helpfully supplies him the sequence of his hectic morning, rushing to what turned out to be a false alarm. He swallows down a groan but knocks, ignoring the warmth crawling up his neck.

“Coming!” Your voice pours over him like a balm, immediately having a soothing effect on his whole body. Peter feels every single one of his muscles unwind and despite not having set one foot inside he feels at home.

The door opens and there you are and every semblance of thought has disappeared from his central nervous system. All of it. He is suddenly back to the first time he saw you.

It takes him an embarrassing amount of time to form a word. He breathes out a small ���hey” that he hopes doesn’t sound as breathless as he feels.

You duck your head a little but he can see the smile on your face.

Your eyes flutter back to him a second later and you giggle out a “hey” that makes a million butterflies flutter in his stomach.

“Come in, Pete.” you step aside to let him pass through the door.

No sooner has the door clicked behind him, Peter is wrapping his arms around you. A small squeak leaves you but after a second of processing, you melt into the embrace, humming softly.

“I love you,” you mutter, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“You missed,” he mumbles, and before you can say anything he captures your lips in a kiss.

You giggle and the sound makes him melt once more.

“I love you too,” Peter says as he tightens the hug ever so slightly before relaxing again. There's no hesitation in his voice.

“Aren’t you tired, Pete? Don’t you wanna go to the couch?” you suggest after a moment has passed and you are still standing, still in his arms.

Peter pretends to complain but he swiftly complies with your request. Without any sign of struggle, he lifts you up and starts walking to the couch. You let out an amused guffaw and Peter quirks an eyebrow at you.

“You are not even pretending to struggle,” you point out once you notice his questioning gaze, “Do I even weigh anything to you?”

Peter shrugs and you laugh. “It's like carrying a teddy bear.”

“I’m way scarier than a teddy bear.”

Peter snorts. He closes his eyes and lets himself fall backwards onto the couch, a small huff instinctively escapes him and he hopes it gives off the semblance of struggle you wish to see from him.

His spider-sense tingles after a second and he smirks knowingly. “You are staring.”

“I’m not…” you mutter petulantly and by what he can feel you are not lying, you’ve looked away. He chuckles.

Instinctively you place your hands on his hair and start playing with it. “How was the fight?”

Peter opens one of his eyes and promptly closes it again. “Didn’t catch the news?” There’s a light teasing tone to his voice he hopes makes you smile.

He knows he has succeeded because there’s a smile on your voice when you say: “I prefer the first-hand account,”

He chuckles at that.

“Plus,” you add, “you seem tired and I worry.”

Peter opens his eyes, you stare back at him with pure sincerity in your eyes. He pokes your side. “You do?” He teases.

“Just a little.” You answer, trying and failing to keep a straight face.

No longer able to stall on the topic he bites back a sigh and offers you a wry smile. “It was the usual,” he makes a vague hand movement you can’t see, “Green goblin creating chaos around the city.”

“Gettin’ old,” you mutter.

Peter doesn’t contradict you. He doesn’t voice it, but he is tired. Tired of things never improving, of evil and crime prevailing despite Spider-Man fighting it for decades. “Heroes don’t retire,” he says after a while, there’s no bitterness in his tone, just facts.

“They don’t, but that doesn’t mean that they aren’t allowed to feel tired.” You say, giving his cheek a kiss.

Peter smiles under your lips.

Your hands grab the sides of his face, gently making him look at you. “You are not a bad hero, Pete.”

Eyes wide open and stinging with unshed emotion, Peter Parker finds himself speechless. He opens his mouth to say something, tell you how much what you said means to him but nothing comes out.

“I love you.” he laughs through the declaration, his voice thick with emotion and it trembles a little despite himself.

“I love you too, my hero.”

The term makes Peter’s heart skip a beat and he wonders if, in your proximity, you are able to feel it.

You continue placing small kisses all over his face, whispering reassurances in between each peck. He melts underneath the attention, drawing you closer.

Peter sighs, “You are the best.”

You beam at him, making everything around him warm up. “I know.”

And, finally, your lips connect to his. The kiss makes all the warmth explode in his chest and he is glowing with you. Peter finds that he doesn’t mind taking down a few villains now and then if he gets to come home to you.

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The Lair in the Woods

A/N: I wasn’t really planning on posting anything of mine today, but I’ve had my eye on this amazing prompt by @some-messed-up-writing-for-you for a while now and decided today is the day! Prompt is in blue font!

Warnings: Nearly freezing to death, unedited, medical scenario, HIPPA violation because I think it’s cool if people with healing powers can sense old injuries/illness when examining another person

LMK if I forgot anything!

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Civilian staggered through the knee-high snow. Clutching their arms tightly around their middle, they tried to hunch their shoulders and tuck their head close enough to their chest to shield their face from the biting wind. It was a useless effort. The snow and howling wind blasted their body until they could hardly keep their eyes open. Trudging through the dense snow for what seemed like an eternity, sweat dripped down Civilian’s spine and collected along their brow. Their breaths were more like wheezes at this point.

They were never going to make it back to their cabin.

Supervillain let out a long sigh, dropping the papers they were studying back on their desk. “Come in.”

“Uh, Boss?” A henchman they hadn’t seen before poked their head into the office, not even daring to step over the threshold of the door. “We…found someone in the woods…during one of our, uh, one of our patrols.”

“And I care because?” Supervillain sat back in their chair, tilting the seat back slightly to stretch their legs out under their desk, and clasped their hands over their stomach.

“Other Henchman believes they’re a civilian and Right Hand can’t identify them, so t-they sent me to tell you.”

Supervillain studied them for a moment, turning all the different scenarios over in their head. It could be a hero. It could very well be a trap, an attempt to infiltrate their lair, but if Right Hand couldn’t identify them…

Their lair was fairly isolated, and in a storm like this, no one in their right mind would be out and about. By all accounts, their base was impenetrable today. Even if someone from one of the few vacation homes scattered across this mountain had lost their way in the woods, they would’ve known better than to go out on a day like today.

“Where are they now?” Supervillain stood from their desk and pulled on their jacket. Their winter fortress had a notorious heating issue in the sense that the hallways were freezing and only the rooms with a roaring fire or space heater were in any sense comfortable.

“In the infirmary with Right Hand.”

“You’re dismissed.”

The lackey bobbed their head and left without another word. Supervillain shook their head, lips pursed as they put on their weapons belt. They wouldn’t last long in Supervillain’s organization if they couldn’t make a report to their superior without shaking in their boots. Perhaps it was only the cold. Maybe they were still pretty new, but either way, Supervillain expected their resignation on their desk sooner rather than later.

With slow, deliberate steps, Supervillain crossed their office and locked the door behind them. They clenched their jaw against the cold air of the hallway that assaulted them as soon as they’d step foot over the threshold. The shock trailed down their spine, making them grateful for the fur-lined collar and thick fabric of their coat.

They had every intention of ransoming whoever it was that had shown up on their doorstep. Unless it was Mentor. They’d be more than happy to rid the world of the likes of them.

Quickly, they wove their way through the converted ski lodge they’d purchased for a bargain until they reached the infirmary, and with it the warmth of a space heater. The infirmary was on the main level of the lair, and therefore in one of the original parts of the old ski lodge. Supervillain doubted any patients would find must peace given how the wind howled right outside the thin windows did nothing to dampen the sound.

Right Hand had their feet kicked up on Medic’s desk, their laptop balanced on their thighs and their brow furrowed in concentration.

“So, who was dumb enough to brave this storm?”

At the sound of their voice, Right Hand glanced away from their screen, their eyes flashing with annoyance but the frown of their lips faded into an amused smirk when they realized it was only them.

They raised their brows. “I’m surprised Henchman didn’t pass out,” Right Hand laughed. “They might just survive in this job.”

Supervillain chuckled, stripping off their jacket and draping it over a spare chair by the doorway.

“As far as our human popsicle goes, I have no clue. There’s nothing on them personally to indicate any kind of association, hero or rival. I’ve checked every record we have on hero IDs and hacked the Union but so far nothing,” they grumbled. Their attention shifted back to their screen. “The Guild has better cybersecurity, so it might take me awhile before I can get into their system and find their personal records.”

Supervillain nodded. “And their condition?”

“Unconscious, but not hypothermic,” Right Hand said. Sighing, they added, “Medic says the patrol found them just in time. We just have to thaw them out and wait for them to wake up.”

“Lucky them.” Supervillain took a step closer to the medical bays, seeking out their prey.

As they approached the last medical bay, Medic swept through the curtains and ensued they were drawn, their focus entirely on the patient chart in their hands.

“Medic.”

Flinching, Medic turned a glare on them. “After all these years, and you still do that to me!”

Supervillain flashed them a grin. “After all these years and you still haven’t gotten used to it.”

Huffing, Medic closed the gap between them and led Supervillain back the way they’d come until they were standing in the middle of the infirmary with empty beds on either side except for the one all the way down on the end.

“They don’t have any injuries and no head trauma, so once they regain consciousness, they should be fine. Discombobulated, probably, but otherwise sound.”

“Could you tell who they were?”

“No. They don’t have any past injuries that indicate a life of heroism. There is some evidence of old injuries like a broken ankle and fractured collarbone, but that’s pretty normal compared to the injuries I’ve seen on capes, so I really don’t think they’re much of anyone.”

Supervillain considered this for a moment before speaking. “Could they be a rookie?”

“I doubt it. They’d have to be desperate to send a rookie.”

“True, but they’d be a fresh face, one we haven’t seen before.”

Medic tutted. “Do you honestly believe someone would be so reckless as to send a newly minted hero or a sidekick or—”

“No,” Supervillain interrupted, not in the mood for one of Medic’s lectures in rational thought, “but it is something we have to hypothetically consider. Besides, it might be easier to deal with than the alternative.”

“And what’s that? That I’m right?”

“No,” Supervillain said, shifting their gaze toward the end of the aisle as if they could see through the curtains and the look upon the person who had nearly frozen to death on their mountain. “That they’re actually a civilian and we’ve just brought them into a highly secured base filled to the brim with evidence and conspiracy of our crimes. That’s what I don’t want to deal with, and you being right just makes that scenario even worse.”

Medic rolled their eyes. “Well if Right Hand can’t figure out who they are, I took a blood sample. Maybe they’re in a database somewhere and I can get a hit on their ID that way.”

“And you said you weren’t cut out for villainy,” Supervillain said in mock pride.

“Shut up.”

As Medic went on their way, Supervillain a moment, gathering their thoughts and steeling themselves before they went to see just who their lackeys had rescued from Death’s icy kiss.

Parting the curtains just enough to get a glimpse of the serenity gripping their patient’s features, Supervillain found themselves disappointed. Their face, their features, nothing seemed familiar to them. No recognition dawned on them, and with that glaring realization came the fact that this person was about to become a giant headache. Supervillain returned to their office without a word to their closest confidantes, scowling the entire way back. Their oh-so-important paperwork remained untouched as they stared into space, contemplating just who their unidentifiable patient was.

About an hour later, another knock sounded at their door. Whoever it was didn’t even wait for their response and threw the door wide open. Right Hand strolled through the door, a smug expression on their face. They had their laptop tucked against their side, sliding it onto the desk as they flopped down in the chair opposite them.

“I found them before Medic,” they grinned.

“By seconds!” Medic huffed, walking through the door and glaring at the back of Right Hand’s head. Their coat and hair were disheveled, indicative that Right Hand had undoubtedly fought them in order to have all the glory of finding out who their rescued icicle was.

“No one likes a sore loser, Medic,” Right Hand chastised, still smirking.

“Well one of you better tell me before I lose my patience.”

“Civilian Surname!” They both shouted, trying to get it out before the other. The two shared a look of mutual disdain.

Supervillain swore, rubbing the back of their neck. “This is the worst possible outcome we could’ve been presented with.”

“Yes, but no.”

Supervillain arched their eyebrow. “Go on.”

Medic and Right Hand shared a look, uncertainty passing between them. Silently, the two seemed to be fighting over who would have to take the responsibility of telling Supervillain the plan they’d come up with in between searching for the patient’s identity. In the end, it was Right Hand who’d cleared their throat. Snickering, Medic stood and strode over to the liquor cabinet, pouring them each a drink.

“Put them in a room in the residence wing. Skip the whole ‘glowering master criminal’ bit and then we can send them on their merry way when the storm passes, all without raising their suspicions.”

“Do you honestly believe that’ll work?”

“Well it’s either that or I pump enough sedative into their system to keep them under until the storm passes and then we break into one of the vacation, and pretend we found them and brought them to our hunting cabin.”

“I much prefer that option,” Supervillain mumbled, downing the amber liquid in one go, “but something tells me you don’t.”

“It’s too risky. I don’t feel comfortable sedating them when they’d almost froze to death,” Medic replied, swishing their drink around in their glass.

Supervillain let out a long sigh. “So there’s really no choice. It’s the residence wing or nothing?”

“Yep,” Right Hand said, sipping their drink and averting their gaze.

Supervillain narrowed their eyes, studying their oldest friend. “You didn’t.”

Medic knocked back their drink and immediately went to refill their glass.

“You did,” Supervillain breathed, jumping to their feet. They didn’t even bother with their coat or listening to their friends’ hurried explanation before racing out of their office and through the halls of the ski lodge until they reached the residential wing. Taking a breath, they pushed open the double doors and calmly crossed the threshold.

A crackling fire had been built in the great room. They quickly shed their mask and stuffed it in their pocket. Supervillain’s footsteps were silent as they crossed the room and peered over the couch.

Civilian was still out cold, snuggled in a pile of blankets and several layers of bedrolls their scheming friends had dragged in from storage.

Their mouth dropped in a silent breath of relief. Easy away, Supervillain quietly made their way down the hallway and into their bedroom. They stripped quickly, reemerging out into the great room moments later, dressed in their most unsuspecting civilian clothes.

Glancing over at the makeshift bed, Supervillain studied them in the dancing light of the fireplace.

The civilian shivered beneath the blankets, curling themself up into a ball as the air around them slowly warmed up thanks to the fireplace on the other end of the room.

The supervillain watching over them frowned and tucked the blankets tighter around them before sitting down in a chair they had previously moved over to the bed.

How did Civilian end up in the middle of their snowy territory? They were lucky that Supervillain’s patrolling henchmen had found them. Otherwise, they would’ve frozen to death out there.

They supposed they’d just have to find out once they woke up, but until then, Supervillain wracked their brain for a solid cover to explain their circumstances to their apparent neighbor.

Part 2

[pyronicpathogen]

Home Is Where The Heart Is: part 2

[tw: mind control, breaking bones/ mild body horror, gore, referenced past vivisection and unethical medical practices]   

[part 1]

The last few days for Sidekick had been fading in and out. The supervillain had visited their cell once or twice, but the memories were fuzzy or blocked out altogether. Hero may have said something to them, but Sidekick could only close their eyes once more. Today was no different. 

    Bleary eyes peeling open much to Hero’s relief. The concrete ceiling greeted them once again before a familiar face swallowed up their vision. Sidekick attempted to sit up, only to be met with the searing pain in their torso. Hero was there to help them up, supporting their weight in each arm. “Easy now. Are you feeling any better today?” Sidekick’s eyes were focusing on Hero’s face, a step of progress compared to the empty stare the last few days. They could only manage a noncommittal sound.

    Sidekick was trying to stay awake this time around. Hero wasn’t sure if that was good or not, but it meant Sidekick was making steps towards recovery. The memory of Sidekick’s innards on full display made Hero’s stomach lurch. They did their best to focus on the now. “Supervillain said we were going to leave as soon as Leader completed their side of the deal. We will be leaving soon.” Hero didn’t know what ‘The Other Side of The Deal’ entailed, but they could only pray it was something like ransom. The other suggestions Supervillain gave weren’t too appetizing. “Their lives for yours,” echoed in Hero’s head. They shuddered. 

    “..We’re going home?” Sidekick’s tired gait perked up a bit in hope. Hero nodded, whether it was true or not had yet to be guaranteed. It was likely however. Sidekick stared across the corridor at the empty cell. Struggling to their feet, they made it to the cell bars with Hero’s help. “Is there anyone else here?” Sidekick looked down one way to see countless more empty cells, down the other they could see Supervillain striding down the hall. Sidekick immediately kicked back from the bars and crashed to the ground, landing on their back with no concern for their injuries. They crawled away from the bars in panic. 

    Supervillain stopped in front of their cell, whistling upon seeing Sidekick awake and kicking. “No. I don’t normally take prisoners long term. It’s unethical afterall.” The dastardly surgeon revelled in the Hero’s glare piercing them. Of course nothing else they did was ethical, but it amused them to see Hero uselessly up in arms. “And for your previous question, you will only leave if your superiors care about you enough to post your bail,” they idly picked at their nails in feigned disinterest. “So far, it’s looking bleak~” Supervillain spoke in a teasing sing-song tone. 

    Sidekick’s hope was stomped out like embers from a campfire. They kept to the corner, refusing to say anything to their captor. “It’s good to see you awake. There’s no use bargaining with a corpse.” They smiled at Sidekick and leaned closer to the bars. Sidekick gave no response, emotional or conversational. Supervillain pursed their lips in wait. “You better say something before I take your teeth and grind them into dust.” Their golden eyes bore into Sidekick, ready to weaponize their hypnotic suggestions. 

    “N-No, I’m good.” Sidekick hugged their knees tighter to their chest.

    Before Supervillain could turn sour at being told ‘no’, Hero jumped up and reached through the bars, grabbing Supervillain’s collar and slamming them against the bars. “Why won’t you just let us go?! Why are you doing this?” 

    Supervillain’s cheek pressed between the bars, though it did nothing to stop their glare from turning venomous. “If you do not let me go this instant, you won’t have a life to let go.” Their tone was low and cold. Their glare stabbed knives into Hero’s skull as gold took over the hero’s vision when they didn’t immediately let go. “Break your friend’s legs.” Hero looked zombified, empty stare and thoughtless movements when they turned to face Sidekick. 

    Sidekick shrieked, taking their shoe and throwing it at the unfazed hero. “Wait wait wait!” Sidekick held out their hands in a feeble attempt to hold back Hero and shook their head wildly. Why weren’t they stopping? Hero stepped forward and stomped down on the other’s lean legs, bones crunching under their heeled boots. Sidekick wailed and tried to escape as Hero bashed and beat their legs until they were bent wrong and splayed incorrectly. Fat globs of tears trailed down the younger’s pale cheeks as they sobbed and pleaded. Hero was released and Supervillain chuckled, “Be good little doggies,” leaving the two alone in their cell once more. 

    Hero immediately collapsed beside Sidekick and was looking at their fresh injuries in horror. First, Sidekick’s jokey and bubbly demeanor had been stolen along with their humanity, and now the hero had directly contributed to their suffering. “I’m sorry-! I didn’t want to- didn’t mean to-“ Hero was horrified at what they had just done. Sidekick could only lay on the floor and wail into the concrete flooring. 

    Hero gingerly pulled Sidekick into a comforting hug, careful of their legs, and Sidekick didn’t fight. They wrapped their arms around their friend and drew calming circles into their back with their fingertips. Hero mumbled “I’m sorry I’m sorry” over and over into Sidekick’s shoulder. Sidekick didn’t blame them for something they couldn’t control. Their fury was for Supervillain and their stupid pet, Right Hand. 

    Sidekick didn’t know if they wanted to visit a hospital once/ if they were out of this shit show of a prison. Supervillain being a surgeon meant they likely worked at the local hospital and would visit Sidekick again when they were vulnerable and healing. They were afraid what the future held if their hero friends didn’t come for their rescue. Not that they could escape on their own with the condition of their being. 

A door swinging open and the squeak of wheels echoed down the hall. Both Hero and Sidekick jerked their heads over to the corridor. Sidekick’s heart thundered in their chest. Right Hand stepped into view with a table full of tools. No scalpel this time. Hero had known that Right Hand hardly talked, whether they were any kind of mute or shy was unknown. Either way, they stepped into the cell without a word and shut the door behind themself. 

Sidekick pulled Hero tighter against themself, nearly crushing the other’s ribs out of fear for what may happen. Hero put themself between Sidekick and Right Hand, only to be grabbed by their telekinetic abilities and thrown into the far wall of the cell. Hero’s world lit up with stars and the ground swayed dangerously beneath them.

Right Hand grabbed one of Sidekick’s legs with their magic fingers, and was straightening out the bones. Piecing together the bone shards like a jigsaw puzzle with an unseen force, Sidekick clawed at the floor and hollered hoarsely with agony. The shattered legs were straightened and realigned, allowing Right Hand to tightly bandage them. 

“Why are you doing this?” Hero mumbled out all the while fighting to stay conscious. 

The Right Hand only glanced over with indifference. They mumbled something about a hippocratic oath Supervillain had to follow. Didn’t that also include “Do No Harm”? Hero was too dizzy to wrestle with the logic of the situation. 

“Boss’ll be by soon to put your legs in casts.” That was the first full sentence Sidekick had heard the other utter with confidence. Though they had no mind to dwell on that as they sniffled and wracked with pain, clambering to get away from Right Hand once they were released. The subordinate stood and turned, cleaning up the gauze and scissors. 

Once they were alone once more, Hero made to lay down beside Sidekick. They should’ve known not to take this mission when they were told that rescue would be near impossible. Hero was grateful that Supervillain was “generous” enough to spare their lives in return for some other thing they wanted. 

Time began to blur as the two sat in silence, save for the hiccups coming from Sidekick. Sidekick couldn’t sleep while Hero purposefully stayed awake knowing they likely suffered head trauma. Hero knew that sleeping now could mean they possibly wouldn’t wake up, not for an unhealthy amount of time at the very least. 

Through the light filtering in through their single barred window, Hero made note that it was sunrise of the fourth day. Another tally joined the wall next to their toilet, the only other thing in here besides the window. 

Elsewhere in the base, Supervillain was bickering with Superhero and their Legion of Losers.

“You broke their legs?” The Leader was furious at the new revelation, slamming their fist down on the oaken table. “We agreed that they both would be kept in as pristine condition as possible. We will have to lessen the deal for your actions-“

“Now now, are you in any place to make terms and conditions about our agreements? If things aren’t up to my liking, I could simply end their lives with the snap of a finger.” Supervillain remained cool and collected, leaning back in their creaking swivel chair and propping their feet up on their desk. “And what then? You can’t stop crime with the deceased. Right?”

Leader was red in the face from the situation, upset and perturbed by the earlier and current events. Despite what they wanted, any wrong words could lead to two more innocent lives being lost. Two dear friends at that. They spoke through grit teeth, “fine. We will speak with the mayor about those royalties you wanted. Please. Let them go.” 

Superhero didn’t look too pleased with the events at hand either, but they could burn bridges when problems arose later on. Gnawing through their bottom lip, they were emailing the mayor at light speed. Supervillain wanted privileges. They wanted power and freedom to do as they pleased, and they were able to barter it down to only a few set freedoms.

Though they were talking about a plan behind the scenes to stop these freedoms in the future. When they knew the lives of innocents weren’t at stake.

For now however, Supervillain was pleased enough to hand over their colleagues. They ended the video call right as someone in the background spoke up, trying to convince them to lower their demands further. 

“Fetch me the little one. Get the other ready for departure.” Supervillain spoke without making eye contact to their right hand, noting the door closing a moment later. They were pondering what they could do with these newfound rights. The authorities may come in to stop them, but they could never stop Supervillain before. How would they manage to do so this time around? 

Sidekick could be heard fussing down the hall, writhing and possibly tearing open any stitches they had. Supervillain frowned at that thought. It was such a hassle to keep stitches closed on many patients, and this one was no different with their squirrely attitude. 

Once the brat was seated and forced to hold still, Supervillain got to work on their casts. The molds were fitted and hardened around the injured extremities. “Why did you make them break my legs?” Was all Sidekick could ask. “Why are you helping me now?”

“It was a warning.” They held the cast still so the fiberglass could dry and harden. “And I need you in your best condition if this deal is to go through. That being said, you need to be good if this deal is to go through.” Their golden eyes met Sidekick’s own soft brown gaze. “I am not afraid to silence you if you prove to be too much trouble.”

“But I thought doctor’s weren’t meant to hurt people?” 

“It’s funny because as far as the public is concerned I am just a normal doctor helping the good people of this city. They don’t know about the things I put in or take out of them. They don’t know of the things I do here, or that I am even a villain.” They held the sidekick’s leg a bit tighter to punctuate their next words. 

“And you won’t tell them because I will know if you say something. It will not end well for you if you snitch, and I can promise that here snitches do not get stitches. They are met with their cold graves and eternal rest.” Supervillain was stern, and Sidekick couldn’t help but think that the threat wasn’t clever or didn’t even rhyme.

Sidekick couldn’t pale anymore than they already were. They could only nod from the threat placed on them. They wondered if Hero could be the one to deliver the news, but they got a nagging feeling that the blame would fall on themself and the same threat would apply. Or perhaps Hero would be put into an early grave. Either way, they felt sick. 

“Now go rest and let these casts dry. You have a big day tomorrow.” Supervillain gave their Friendly Doctor smile, leaving Sidekick to be wheeled out to their cell. 

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[rynne311]

Pizza and Beer

Summary: When friends move, you help out in exchange for pizza and beer. Those are the rules, even when you don't like beer and you like your friend way more than just a friend.

Word Count: 1353

The offer had been simple enough. Jason offered you pizza and beer if you helped him move. You weren't sure how much help you could actually be, but you weren't about to pass up the chance to spend the day with your friend. Deep down, though, you wished this was a moving in together kind of move instead, but for as well as Jason knew you, he was no mind reader, especially when it came to your feelings for him.

You were surprised when you got out of the moving truck he'd rented to find all of the big furniture had already been moved in. You assumed that meant he'd already moved his gear to avoid any wandering eyes as well. Together, you spent all morning moving all of the smaller boxes in tandem. The time flew by as you both joked around with each pass in the hallway and stairwell.

Before you knew it, every last box was upstairs and you were busying yourself unpacking them while Jason took care of grabbing the pizza he'd promised you. This may not be your home, but you tried to add your personal touch to the apartment.

"Helping reward's here," he announced as he set the pizza box and a couple of beers on the empty coffee table. You made a mental note to grab some large decorative books for him to put there. With a smile, you got up from your spot in front of the bookcase and joined him on the couch for a well deserved break.

The two of you had finished most of the pizza, and were quite satisfied you'd found the best pizza spot in the neighborhood, before Jason noticed he was the only one with an empty bottle. When he looked a little closer he realized you hadn't even touched the beer he'd grabbed for you.

"You good over there?" he asked. You almost thought he might still be joking around and about to make some crack about some pizza spilled on your shirt. When you looked down and confirmed nothing had fallen onto your shirt, you couldn't hide the confusion that painted your face and furrowed your brows together.

"Yeah," you confirmed cautiously. "Why?"

"I mean you've busted your ass all day and now you won't touch your beer," he explained. "You usually go drink for drink with me and now you're not so it seems like something's wrong."

"I'm fine, I promise. I just don't like beer," you explained. His puzzled look begged you to continue. "When we're at the bar I always get mixed drinks or wine. Now if you'd made a pitcher of margaritas, you never would have had a chance to even try them. But a blender really isn't the top of the list to unpack."

You may have answered his question, but you left him with so many more. He brought his own drink to his mouth in an attempt to hide his visible confusion. It almost worked, but you caught the way his brows furrowed from above the bottle.

"It's probably safer this way anyway," you remarked, trying to inject a bit of humor. "You know me and tequila are a dangerous combination. Just like the song, sometimes it just means clothes start falling off."

Jason hummed in absent agreement, but you could tell you'd already lost him. He'd jumped down the rabbit hole of questions, and he wasn't going to be really listening, or at least processing what was said, until he reemerged.

"So why'd you come today?" he asked. "When I asked you, I told you I'd get pizza and beer, so you knew I didn't have anything else to offer, but you still accepted."

It felt like a now or never kind of moment. One of the ones where you could be bold or you could be practical. You mulled over your options for what felt like an eternity, and while you wanted to be bold, you didn't want to lose what you had. Instead of answering, you grabbed another piece of pizza to buy a little time. The eye roll you got in return told you Jason knew exactly what you were doing.

"I thought I could be helpful," you finally answered as you finished your slice.

"That doesn't feel like the whole answer," Jason scoffed.

"Maybe," you confirmed. "But it also begs the question why you asked me to come help today if you already had everything moved in up here but some boxes in a half empty moving truck, or why I'm the only person you asked to come help you?"

Taking a page out of your book, Jason snagged your untouched beer to avoid having to answer.

"You want a full answer? I'll give you as full an answer as you'll get for right now," you began. Now it seemed you may have finally found the courage to be bold. "I wanted to spend time with you. You're always off wrangling supervillains and drug lords, which don't get me wrong is great and all. It has dropped the number of break-ins in my building to almost none. But that doesn't mean I don't miss you, because I do. I always do. A lot."

He started to choke on his drink, telling you you'd given a little more of an answer than you'd wanted to give. You couldn't say you were a fan of this emotional vulnerability, but your chest did feel ever so slightly lighter. You tried to read his face for a moment for some sort of reciprocation, but feeling the heat rise in your own face forced you to turn back to your empty plate. Your eyes only darted back over to him once you heard the bottle connect with the table.

"Maybe I wanted to spend time with you too. Maybe I didn't want all of the noise with my brothers and Roy around, especially when they manage to break something." With each 'maybe,' his voice grew a little more pointed and defensive, and you thought you could see a vulnerability that mirrored your own in his eyes. "Maybe I wanted this place to have your touch and feel like you. Maybe -"

You cut him off, leaning across the couch and kissing him. It was too rare in life that you got a second chance on a now or never moment, and you didn't want to squander it. You could only describe the feeling as a wave of excitement followed by a rush of relief when he raised his hand to your face and pulled you closer, returning the kiss.

"Maybe," his voice was softer now, almost cracking, "Maybe I've wanted that to happen for a very long time."

You felt breathless, but that didn't stop the smile from growing across your face. This time when you looked in his eyes, they seemed to share your mixture of excitement and relief. You couldn't help yourself as a small chuckle broke through.

"You like me, you really, really like me," you teased in a sing-song voice, only pausing to make kissy noises in the air. "You like -"

Having had his own feelings confirmed, Jason cut off your teasing as he pulled you into another kiss. When you both finally let go, he kept his forehead pressed to yours, watching as your eyes shifted back into focus. He wore a self-assured grin as he said, "There's no maybe about that."

"No, I don't think there is," you agreed. You sat back a little, trying to sear this moment into your memory forever. "Who would've thought a stupid beer could make this happen?"

"I should have brought you some beer to not drink ages ago," he joked, pulling you into his side and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You settled into your contentment in his arms, knowing now you may never have to leave this feeling again. "Next time I'll have tequila, it sounded like those consequences are fun."

You rolled your eyes in response as you wiggled a little closer into his side. Yeah, some post-margarita consequences now sounded a lot more appealing.

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MY BOYFRIEND THOUGHT I WAS HAVING A SECRET LOVE AFFAIR WITH CHAT NOIR AND GOT AKUMATIZED

I wish I was making this up but here we are.

After I made the 'Chat Noir's coolest stunts but I meemed them' post, my boyfriend Nino AND CHAT NOIR HIMSELF got suspicious that I was in love with Chat. Chat ended up asking me on my balcony if I was in love with him. I ended up laughing it off and told him something along the lines of 'lol no, my boyfriend is cuter'. He ended up laughing, apologized and we hugged it off pretty much. TURNS OUT HOWEVER, my boyfriend was there, recording us [again, he was suspicious of Chat and me]. He obviously couldn't hear the conversation, so when Chat and I hugged and teased e/o, he thought that we were flirting.

The next day [aka today], he talked to our friend Adrien [yes, THAT Adrien] about it and was pretty much s*ut shaming Chat Noir and threatening to m*rder him if he could [ily Nino but yikes]. Adrien tried to reason with him but it only got worse. Shadowmoth ended up akumatizing him into Rocketear, a supervillain who cries/shoots out tears that double as rockets.

Chat Noir showed up to the scene first, only to be greeted by exploding tears. He didn't want to fight Rocketear and tried to reason with him and explain what actually went down last night. Refusing to listen, Rocketear continued to shoot.

I was still in the school building when this was happening, I really wanted to go out there and calm him down, so that's what I did. I rushed out of school to the scene where I saw Ladybug with a projector lucky charm which could also play sound. Therefore, Ladybug was able to show Rocketear what was said in the conversation. After realising that the conversation was completely platonic, Rocketear calmed down and I rushed to hug him and told him that I loved him. Nino apologised for getting akumatized over nothing and actually ended up breaking free of the akumatization without Ladybug having to set the akuma free herself.

Nino apologised to Chat Noir for everything and he was cool with it.

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Chat and Nino are like besties now

Can I get an RIP Chat Noir in the chat?

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[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Unethical Funding

Logan’s origin story, takes place before Little Storm Cloud

Word Count: 700

Rating: gen (pretty sure)

Pairing: pre-intrulogical

Warning: Uh just some minor stuff that comes with Remus being a supervillain

~~~START~~~

Denied.

Denied!?

Logan was a world class scientist, he was working on a new form of renewable energy, and his grant proposal was denied!?

Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous! Logan fumed, slamming his laptop closed, careful not to accidentally break it in his anger. This is why the earth was dying! No one was willing to fund research for renewable energy!

“Something wrong, Professor Nerd?” A voice asked from somewhere in Logan’s apartment’s shadowy corners.

Logan jumped, grabbing the nearest thing to him and brandishing it as a weapon against the person who had broken into his home. Unfortunately, a ballpoint pen was not a particularly menacing weapon.

“Who’s there?” He demanded, refusing to let his voice shake.

A man in sparkly black spandex with a green tulle sash and tutu and a green and black masquerade mask stepped out of the shadows. The Duke.

Oh good, a supervillain. As if today wasn’t already bad enough.

“Oh, don’t look so frightened,” The Duke smirked. “I won’t hurt you — not unless you ask nicely.”

Logan’s frown deepened, but he said nothing, silently scanning the apartment for potential weapons and exit strategies.

“I’m here as a friend, you see, I heard through the grapevine of Face Stealer breaking into some government buildings that your grant proposal was denied.

“Now, I like you, Doc. I’ve admired your work for a while, and that’s why I decided to come here and offer you a deal.”

“I will not become a criminal,” Logan scoffed.

“And I’m not here to make you into one,” The Duke assured him. Throughout his monologue, The Duke stayed where he was, just out of the shadows, with his hand raised in surrender — though Logan knew better than to assume The Duke wasn’t ready to use his powers at any given moment. “Though maybe further down the line I can convince you to try out a little eco-terrorism — I think you’d like it. That’s not the point though.”

“No?”

“No. I’m here to offer you funding — all the funding you want — to continue your research, I’ll even provide you with a fully stocked lab if you need it.”

“And what’s the catch?” Logan asked suspiciously. The Duke offer truly seemed too good to be true, though one would have to consider that most of The Duke funding came from illegal sources.

“I could use some help with a few tech-y things,” The Duke admitted. “Nothing illegal, just a boost in security for my secret base, some closed circuit comm devices to communicate with Face Stealer through, maybe a fire extinguisher system that’ll annoy Princey in battle. That kind of stuff. Oh, and some water-proof electronic devices, I keep waterlogging all my stuff!”

“You’re… serious?” Logan finally lowered the pen to his side. He was completely flabbergasted. This had to be some sort of fever dream.

“Completely!” The Duke nodded. “I understand that you’ll need some time to think it over. I’ll be in touch.”

The Duke turned to leave and for a second, Logan panicked.

“Wait! How will I contact you?”

The Duke turned back, grinning from ear to ear. “Why Logan Crofter! Are you flirting with me?”

Logan wasn’t sure what his face was doing, but judging by the way The Duke broke out laughing, he must have looked fairly dumbstruck.

“I’m kidding. Just leave a note taped to your window; I’ll find it.” The Duke bowed low before straightening up and turning away again. “Farewell, Doc. I’m sure I’ll hear from you very soon.”

And with that, The Duke jumped out the open window he’d no doubt arrived through. Logan stared in shock for a moment; The Duke did not have flight capabilities, and Logan lived on the third floor, but when he rushed to the window, The Duke was nowhere in sight.

Logan returned to the couch numbly. He wasn’t sure what was worse, working for a supervillain, or the fact that he already knew he’d agree.

Because he would agree. He needed funding, and the world needed his research, who cared where the money came from?

This is your supervillain origin story, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Logan’s friend Roman said from the deep recesses of his mind.

~~~END~~~

Logan’s Origin story inspired by @apinkline2715‘s comment on my original AU post

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