#BALLERINA-LOOKIN' ASS.

[king-candybug-backup]

me when i fucking get you:

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THAT'S FAIR TBH. 😂

[shythalia]

A bronze ballerina statue.

This was originally going to be a fountain - with the water coming out the left hand to then flow down the arm going to the chest then flowing down the right arm with some falling off the intended path - but I didn't want to draw the water. hehe

[s-4pphics]

i fucking love ur ballerina reader series dude ur like my new favorite writer rn ughhhh. can we pls get another part with a strap???

this is so sweet baby thank u!! and of course y’all can :3 

wc;cw: 1.06k uh oh, MDNI, reader being mean n nasty n a painslut we been knew that tho, her panties make a return slayyyy, some dirty talk, strap sucking, riding, choking, spanking, more breeding n daddy kink omg, spit🤭, ellie being obsessed??, slight dumbification again hehe, uh i think that’s it idk

you were having a very, very terrible day. 

your dance director had been grilling you about the small errors you made in your port de bras because he hates you(if you want to be the lead, act like it! you look sloppy!), and to put it frankly, you were seething. 

you ended up excusing yourself into the bathroom to calm yourself down so you could finish rehearsals in peace: you were literally about to kill somebody. you checked your phone as you patted the sweat off your forehead and paced, and—much to your delighted surprise—ellie sent you a little kiss emoji. your mood lightened slightly, she is so cute!

she promised that she would pick you up after rehearsals today so you could hang out at her apartment(u can spend the night if u wanna :p, she’d texted right after her first invite, not knowing your overnight bag was packed and waiting by your dorm door!), and you couldn’t wait to suck her dic—

the door pushed open and you jumped before the familiar voice of your roommate blurted out he's lookin' for you, baby, c'mon out! you rolled your eyes as you released a heavy sigh, discarding the damp cloth in the garbage, adjusting your black leotard and heading back into the dance studio to your instructor’s relentless berating. 

you were fucking pissed and sore as you waited on the curbside of the parking lot next to your dorm building. your instructor did not leave you the fuck alone for the remainder of your class. 

he’d been breathing down your neck the entire two hours, and you’d been this close to ripping the barre off the wall and bashing his head in with it. 

you had some time to run upstairs to you and your roommates shared space after rehearsals to take your ice bath and roll your leg and feet muscles out before ellie came to get you. 

a few minutes passed, and you heard the familiar stutter of ellie’s dented, rusted car pull up to you. she excitedly rolled her windows down with a bright squeal of hiii, baby! before she noticed the blank face on your cute ass face, watching you throw your bag on the floor of her car while you sat in the passenger's seat. 

“hey,” you said simply. 

“hi.. what happened?” she asked, brows pulled down in concern. 

“rehearsals sucked today, don’t wanna talk about it, to be honest.” 

“okay… you ready to go?” 

you only nodded as you turned the radio on, tears glossing your eyes. ellie said nothing, but she grabbed your hand in your lap and gave it a gentle squeeze as she pulled out of the parking lot. 

ellie held your hand in hers as she led you into her complex and onto the elevator, hitting the number ‘4’ as the doors shut. you leaned back against the wall and thudded your head against it with your eyes shut. you were so tired. 

“are you hungry? we can order whatever you want,” she asked softly as she leaned against the wall with you, pressing soft kisses into your clothed shoulder. 

you only nodded at her as she nuzzled you before a loud ding! rang through the enclosed space, silver doors opening to show the hallway. 

she grabbed your hand again and led you out the elevator, walking two doors down and unlocking her home. 

she pulled you in before she softly closed and locked the door behind you. 

she nodded towards her plush-looking couch with a small smile, “sit down and tell me what you wanna eat.” 

“ellie.” 

“mhm?” 

“where’s your dick?” 

and she damn near choked and died. whatthefuckwhatthefuck—

“where’s my… where’s my dick?” she replied, slurring slightly. 

“yeah.” 

ellie had your purple, sheer panties stuffed in her mouth as you rode the fuck out of her. 

the minute she guided you to her room and revealed her cleaned, navy blue strap shoved into her bottom drawer, you pounced on her. you’d pushed her onto the bed, tore her clothes off, and shoved your face between her legs without a word and she let you. you made her cum in your mouth with her shaky legs over your shoulders and your fingers inside her and she was losing her mind. after she nutted in your mouth, you silently reached for the dick and passed it to her, wordlessly ushering for her to put it on as you undressed yourself. 

she’d strapped it over her pussy, shuddering slightly whenever it brushed over her clit, before you pushed her down onto the bed, got on your knees, and sucked it into your mouth and ellie knew she was going to die she would die—

she doesn't even remember how the two of you got here, her bed was banging on the wall as you bounced on her, your hands balancing yourself on her knees, your propped up and your feet digging into her bed with your head thrown back. 

“y‘dick feels so fuckin’ good, daddy, fuck!” 

she couldn’t even say anything back to you, and it wasn’t because of your wet underwear in her mouth, but because she forgot how to fucking speak! if she couldn’t remember the alphabet how was she going to talk you through your nut! her eyes were rolled back and her hands were on your hips as her thumbnail dug into your little flower tat that she gave you and she was gonna cum so hard. she’d already came once in your mouth and another time when you first sat on her cock, but she felt this one building in her throat, all the way down to her toes oh shit oh shit—

you tore the panties out of her mouth before you moved to sit on your knees, grabbing her throat with both your hands, squeezing hard, forcing her to hold your intense gaze. 

“gonna cum inside your pussy, daddy? yeah? gonna make a mess in me?” 

she couldn’t speak due to how loud she was, only whining out weak ‘uh huh uh huhs’ as you grinded the strap onto her clit and she couldn’t sit still, so she slapped your ass hard and nodded fast because she was right there and it felt so good—

she barely noticed that her tongue had been sticking out dumbly before she felt you harshly grab her cheeks with your hand and spat a glob right on her tongue, small specks landing on her cheeks and she was cumming she was cumming!—

“fuuuck! fuckfuckfuck—uuggh!”

“yeahyeah, give it t’me, gimmegimmegimme!—“ 

ellie swore she was going to fucking faint. she hasn’t come this hard in her life since… ever! she mindlessly reached up to grab your tits as a grounding, but she accidentally ended up digging her nails into your nipples hard and you came so fast from that alone—

…you felt so much better afterwards!

[ivoryratdoggerythethird]

reading dazai, chuuya, age fifteen for the finally and now i'm just mad i didn't read it earlier like

first of all why does this have the best first chapter of all time ever like this french waiter lookin ass nameless grunt looks like he smakes cigars and shotguns with hiroutsu tell me i'm wrong you can't

and chuuya chuuya chuuya chuuya chUUYA OH MY BELOVED i am suddenly personally connected with dazai on a spiritual level because i too would become obsessed with this dude if he stomped on my face. i'm already obsessed without him stomping on my face.

ALSO WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT THIS WHY IS THE ENTIRE FANDOM SLEEPING ON THESE PANELS

"what's wrong? i'm just on my tippy toes" chuuya sweetie i am going to go fucking FERAL

ballerina chuuya agenda real

also

everyone else go home like i'm sorry i really am. kunikida babe i love you with a gun dazai you look good with one too tachihara you're my baby but like none of you ever use bullets again please your fully grown asses are embarrassing once i've met fifteen year old chuuya catching bullets in his mouth and blowing back a literal kiss of death back at you like look at his hand at the end there, i'm losing my mind

[enretrogue]

𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

BLEACH

BYAKUYA KUCHIKI

Empty Headed — @monstas1ut .☘︎ ݁˖

JUSHIRO UKITAKE

Christmas Night — @kotonoba

KENPACHI ZARAKI

Tell Me What’s On Your Mind — @j-u-u-z-o

SHUNSUI KYORAKU

Arranged Marriage HCs — @brittscafe

Kinktober Day 22 — @brittscafe

Checking In On You — @j-u-u-z-o

SOSUKE AIZEN

Girl Dad!Aizen HCs — @muzansfangs

BLEACH MEN

How They Eat You Out (Aizen, Urahara, Ichimaru) — @muzansfangs

You Tell Them You Got A Brazilian Wax By A Guy (Aizen, Urahara, Kyoraku, Byakuya) — @muzansfangs

AOT

CONNIE SPRINGER

Highschool Sweetheart!Connie ⎢ Drabble — @cindol .☘︎ ݁˖

Connie Drabble — @kittyarmin .☘︎ ݁˖

Love Me — @backwzzds .☘︎ ݁˖

Plug!Connie x Homebody!Reader — @c-nstantine .☘︎ ݁˖

Rapper!Connie x FashionVlogger!Reader — @666soulz .☘︎ ݁˖

The Brat and the Brat Tamer — @roseloon .☘︎ ݁˖

Look at Me, Look at Me, Ya Lookin’?— @

College Daze — @nysrage .☘︎ ݁˖

Plug!Connie Realizing How Fat Your Ass Is — @nysrage .☘︎ ݁˖

Texts Between Golden Retriever!Bsf!Connie and Alt!Reader — @rrenzwrld .☘︎ ݁˖

EREN JAEGER

Dropping Gloves — @ikkakvs .☘︎ ݁˖

Don’t Hurt Yourself — @ikkakvs .☘︎ ݁˖

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN (KIRSTEIN)

Tutoring w/ Jean — @mommypieck

Divorced!Single-Dad!Jean — @cptnleviackerman

Ex-BF!Jean — @honeybleed .☘︎ ݁˖

Best Friends and Bad Ideas — @captain-hawks

Wannabe Delinquent!Jean x Ballerina!Reader — @honeybleed .☘︎ ݁˖

Baby Fever — @honeybleed .☘︎ ݁˖

One Bed This Christmas — @imissyuuji

ARAN OJIRO

Phone Sex — @lovaesworld .☘︎ ݁˖

Drabble — @nysrage .☘︎ ݁˖

ONYANKOPON

Drunk Delusions — @dilfl0v3rs .☘︎ ݁˖

The Good Girl — @nysrage .☘︎ ݁˖

Producer!Onyankopon — @merakidoll .☘︎ ݁˖

Softest Place On Earth — @honeybleed .☘︎ ݁˖

Store Owner!Ony — @merakidoll .☘︎ ݁˖

Behind The Mask — @nysrage .☘︎ ݁˖

Play Wit It — @nysrage .☘︎ ݁˖

Punishment — @dilfl0v3rs .☘︎ ݁˖

Relax With Me — @raynehmms .☘︎ ݁˖

“When I Say ‘Weak Ass’ You Say ‘Bitch’” — @raynehmms .☘︎ ݁˖

RENER BRAUN

NSFW HCs — @c0pkiller

Lazy Day In Bed — @chrollohearttags .☘︎ ݁˖

Househusband!Reiner — @squirrelsqwirow

“Please Let Me Taste You” — @spiteless-xo

EREN JAEGER + JEAN KIRSTEIN

Material Girl — @y3ager

AOT MEN

AOT Boys + Ovulation Week (Armin, Eren, Ony, Connie, Jean, Reiner) — @chrollohearttags .☘︎ ݁˖

“She’s Busy Bro” (Eren, Levi, Armin, Jean) — @jeannineee

“Sorry Wrong Person” (Levi, Armin, Jean, Eren) — @jeannineee

JJK

RYOMEN SUKUNAJealous!Sukuna — @ hon3y-y

[jinn-mori]

For the oc ask :

💕 💤 👖👔

@amy-the-fairy

💕- First Date

Originally, I was just going to do Mars but then I realized that if I was going to do an outfit for Mars on his first date then I should draw Natane with him since she'd be the person he'd be most likely to go on a date with.

Also, the stripes on Mars' button-up reference the lines on a heart monitor!

💤 - Sleepwear

Yes, Mars wears fuzzy pink slippers. He refuses to go barefoot around the house. Also, there's blood in his mug.

👖- Casual Wear

At long last, I figured out Umbra's standard or casual outfit! They've been giving me so much trouble with their outfit. And yes... their casual outfit includes chaps... or the cowboy pants. Yeehaw lookin ass.

👔 - Formal Wear

I figured if I was going to do formal wear, Aurélie was going to be the one for it. Her outfit is inspired by a mix of ouji fashion and a teensy bit of ballerina outfits.

Someone said formal attire and she heard 'magical girl'.

[rejectory]

❛Easy, I don’t mean it like that.❜

Now, he’s gotta be careful of all them toes he’s looking not to step on. He feels like a ballerina in a miniature china store told to do a jig.

Which he’d be a lot more civil about if he wasn’t a minute into side-eyeing that nasty shit Hughie’s got going on. If you’re gonna half-ass a spittake, at least be a person about it.

Meaning: don’t do it where M.M. can see and pretend like nothing happened. Very many things did. He has an eidetic memory about this stuff.

Hughie better eat with his mouth closed from this day of the Lord until his last or M.M.’s hand’ll be forced by the powers that be.

❛Even while he was here—- and I’m not saying he’s gone,❜ dead, ❛so don’t even. All I’m sayin’ is, you were always lookin’ for a dad. Until Butcher came along.❜

Hughie has no defence against that. What could he say? What is there to say? He knows that Butcher would do it again if he gave him the all clear and he knows how fucked up that is, that he sees his girlfriend as subhuman, but it isn't enough. It feels like nothing is enough to pry him away. All he can say is "I know" because he does know and it still doesn't change a damn thing.

M.M. pats him hard, like a gentler version of slapping some sense into him. If only it could work so simply. Hughie lets M.M. meanouvre him onto the seat (it's nice to imagine he has a choice). He knows from the way that M.M. puts them down on the table that this isn't a choice. He's doing him the courtesy by not straight out telling him to eat, but that grace period won't last forever.

Hughie sighs and reaches out for the almond joy, even though his stomach feels lead lined and he really doesn't want to eat. He's not prepared for what M.M. says next. It's comes in like a sucker punch, stealing his breath. He turns his face away as his mouth quivers and his eyes water. He forces the almond joy into his mouth and he doesn't taste a thing.

"Yeah, well, talking about it isn't gonna bring him back, is it?" He forces out, his voice brittle, it won't take much for it, for him to snao.

[peanut100]

i forgot the steven universe movie was even a thing and just by coincidence drew my gemsona last night lol

begging u to click for higher quality...

[dxisiesdukes]

VIEW FULL PLAYLIST - diary of a mad ballerina

what’s a song you can put on repeat & never get tired of ?

   7 rings ariana grande - “and my receipts be lookin’ like phone numbers. if ain’t money, then wrong number. black card is my business card, the way it be setting the tone for me. i don’t mean to brag, but i be like, ‘put it in the bag’, yeah. when you see them racks, they stack up, like my ass, yeah. shoot! go from the store to the booth, make it all back in one loop, give me the loot. nevermind i got the juice, nothin’ but net when we shoot. look at my neck, look at my jet. ain’t got enough money to pay me respect. ain’t no budget when i’m on the set, if i like then that’s what i get, yeah.”

a song that instantly lifts your mood when you’re sad

   lovesick girls braveheart - “no love letters, no x and o’s. no love never, my exes know. no diamond rings, that’s set in stone. to left, better left alone. didn’t wanna be a princess, i’m priceless, a prince not even on my list. if love is a drug, then i quit. no doctor can help when i’m lovesick.”

your favorite song from your all-time favorite artist 

   honeymoon avenue ariana grande - “baby you know how to drive in rain, and you decided not to make a change. stuck in the same old lane, going in the wrong way home. i feel like my heart is stuck in bumper to bumper traffic, i’m under, pressure cause i can’t have you the way that i want, let’s just go back to the way it was. when we were on honey moon avenue…baby, coasting like crazy, let’s just go back to the way it was.”

a song that inspires or motivates you

   fall in line christina aguilera x demi lovato - “all the youth in the world will not save you from growing older. and, all the truth in a girl is too precious to be stolen from her. it’s just the way it is, and maybe it’s never gonna change, but i got a mind and so much strength  and i got a right to speak my mind. and i’m gonna pay for this, they’re gonna burn me at the stake. but i got a fire in my veins, i wasn’t made to fall in line.”

what’s a song that reminds you of someone ?

   the only exception paramore - “when i was younger i saw, my daddy cry and curse at the wind. he broke is own heart and i watched, as he tried to reassemble it. and my mother swore she would, never let herself forget. and that was the day that i promised, to never sing of love, if it does not exist. but darling you are, the only exception.”

the song that gets you in the mood to party

   lifted cl - “h-u-f-f, huff and i puff. blow like snow when the cold wind’s blowing. zoom, i hit the mic like boom. wrote i song about it, like to hear it? here it goes, ‘style will hit you, wham, then goddamn. you’ll be like “oh shit that’s the jam.” turn it up, now hear me get buck wild, wild, i’m about to blow light me up.’ upside, downside, inside outside, hittin’ you from every angle, there’s no doubt. poetry in motion, coast to coastin’. rub it in your skin like lotion, lotion.”

your guilty pleasure

   love is a battlefield pat benatar - “we are young, heartache to heartache, we stand. no promises, no demands, love is a battlefield. we are stong, no one can tell us we’re wrong. searching our hearts for so long. both of us knowing, love is a battlefield.”

a song that’s out of your typical music preference

   fun! estella fromis_9 “a week goes round and round. it’s too boring, tomorrow will be just like today. is there anything fun to do? what about there? in my imagination, i’m ariana grande,but someone might say, “what’s wrong with her?” 

what do you listen to when you’re in love ?

   la vie en rose daniela andrade - “hold me close and hold me fast, this magic spell you cast, this is la vie en rose. when you kiss me, heaven sighs. and though i close my eyes, i see la vie en rose. when you press me to your heart, i’m in a world apart, a world where roses bloom. and when you speak angels sing from above, everyday words seem to turn into love songs.”

do you have song you’ve listened to all your childhood ?

   girls just wanna have fun cyndi lauper - “i come home in the morning light, my mother says “when you gonna get your life right?” oh, mama dear we’re not the fortunate ones, and girls they wanna have fun. oh, girls just wanna have fun.”

is there a song your parent/sibling/friend/etc. introduced you to that you love ?

    deep summer walker - “trust me, trust me. i don’t like being alone. thinking ‘bout ringing your line. i wish you would come home, but i’m just tryna balance my space, i’m just tryna protect my space, oh. i don’t really need the pain, but i love to feel the pain. maybe i could use a break, so we just might have to wait.”

a song you didn’t expect to like

    music for a sushi restaurant harry styles - “green eyes, fried rice, i could cook an egg on you. late night, game time, coffee on the stove, yeah. you’re sweet, ice cream, but you could use a flake or two. blue bubblegum, twisted ‘round your tongue, i don’t want you to get lost, i want you to go broke, i want you.”

what song would be your ‘intro’ music ?

   #1 the snake lana lubany - “bright yellow eyes, staring into my soul. singing sweet lullabies, while she measures my skull. turn off the lights, feel her rattle her bones. a big appetite, forcing me to let go.”

   #2 daisy ashnikko - “you don’t wanna see me bratty. pet the kitty, call me catty. make your man call me daddy, he talk too much he’s too chatty. ceo i’m savvy, respect a b*tch i’m a maverick. flexible, so elastic, but don’t you dare bend a b*tch backwards.”

   #3 dictator rei ami - “i am not your queen, i’m your dictator. bend a f*cking knee, b*tch that was an order. what you say to me? huh? b*tch speak louder, you know i reign supreme, nah you can’t imitate her.”

what song best represents your outward look —  or your attitude towards life ?

   #1 show and tell melanie martinez - “show and tell, i’m on display for all you fuckers to see. show and tell, harsh words if you don’t get a pic with me. buy and sell, like i’m a product of society. art don’t sell, unless you f*cked every authority.”

   #2 midnight sky miley cyrus - “i was born to run,  i don’t belong to anyone, oh no, i don’t need to be loved by you. fire in my lungs, can’t bite the devil on my tongue, oh no, i don’t need to be loved by you. see my lips, on her mouth, everybody's talking now baby. oh, you know it’s true. i was born to run, i don’t belong to anyone, oh no, i don’t need to be loved by you.”

   #3 i don’t care ariana grande - “i used to cry, ‘bout some crazy sh*t before. i used to feel so obligated to be so much more. i used to let some people tell me, how to live and who to be, but if i can’t be me, then f*cks the point? uh, i don’t care about it any more.”

the song with your favorite lyrics

   shake it out  florence + the machine - “and i’m damned if i do, and i’m damned if i don’t. so here’s to drinks in the dark, at the end of my rope. and i’m ready to suffer, and i’m ready to hope. it’s a shot in the dark, and right at my throat.”

[es05l2k5sl]

I'll never understand why WB had to redesign the Batcast for the new Bat adventures. Some characters took getting used to. But as for the villains, I'm roasting they asses cus they're ugly. Can't change my mind.

These Oswalds together look like 2 different people bruh. But we're here to talk about new Oswald. This Wimpy x Olive Oyl fusion snoody looking ass bitch. I'd like his outfit if it didn't have that lazy drawned bow tie looking like 2 triangles glued together & those fake ass MJ gloves. Also when tf did he have 10 fingers in dis universe? Also fuck that hair. Rocking a balding Mullet like ponytail before. Now it's just a boring cut down. Got dat snooty ass bitch look on face like his bird shit don't be stinking. I'll rock tf out u. Lookin like a whole ass Looney character or sum mf from the 30s.

Wot da fuck dey got Selena wearing here? Sis looking like a whole ass alien. Kid vs Kat looking ass bish. And her skin white af too? Did sis fall in some damn Joker acid too? Sis whole lower face is white as shit! Dat shit paler than crack. Like sis got the white slapped outta her and she just turned whiter. Das probably what happened. Her ass probably got on my mans Bruce last nerves one night and got da shit backslapped out her ass.

So my dude Matthew got turned a different color pal & got his neck privileges revoked? Lazy af but not the worst revamp.

You kno that meme: "upgrade, upgrade, FUCK GO BACK!"? Dis pre much sums up Jonathan here. My mans jus looks so dirty here. Looking straight outta da trash bin. Like literally dirty. Nasty ass teeth probably got dat hot ass breath blowing thru them bitches. Das a real fear toxin right there. Long ass black as shit dirty ass hair. Tryna copy off my girl from the ring w dat shit. Need to take dat dirty ass wig and mask and Amish hat tf off my dude. It is not rocking you. Dat whole worn out trashy ass outfit ain't working for you either hoe. You need to take yo ass a bath bitch cus your arms looking brown and ashy as a bitch. You can not even THINK about borrowing anything from me w yo dirty creepy stalker lookin ass. If you don't put down that damn stick like yo ass need help walking and shit I oughtta bitch ya ass with the shit fo going around dressed like dis. Take that damn rope off your neck bitch fo I do something Bruce won't do.

Bruh, you can not go up to my face and tell me these niggas are the same person in the same mofucking universe! Jervis What da fuck did they DO TO YOU MY N**GA?? N**ga looking like a damn leprechaun with special needs and shit. Rocking all dat dookie green swag but you got no swag anymore my dude. It's shit like you clothes and yo breath! Yo shits wasn't perfect and white before but them hoes looking hella worse now. What you get drinking all that damn tea my n**ga. Ol Tiny ass n**ga. Like wot. HOW?! HOW TF DID YO ASS SHRINK??? LIKE SOMEBODY TOSSED YOU ASS IN A LAUNDRY DRYER AND PROBABLY FORGOT TO TAKE YO STUPID ASS OUT. PROBABLY WHY YO HAIR WHITE AND SMALL AS SHIT YA UGLY ASS LUCKY CHARMS LOOKING ASS CRACK FEENY. If you don't hop yo ass back under a rainbow with dem skinny ass broken heel lookin ass tap dancing shoes.

Victor, bruh, they dem did yo ass so dirty in the new adventures. I ain't gonna lie that new suit kinda ok. But you looking like a whole skeleton and shit. Lookin like a young Palpatine & shit. Ol Frisky dingo looking ass! Need to put those goggles back on. The least yo (spoiler) 2003 Baxter Stockman ass can do now.

Yo ass probably looking mad as shit cus ya can't jack it no more n**ga. Dats all gon now. Long with yo unloyal ass wife. How tf she gon bounce on you after everything you did for her? After all the years and bull you had to put up with & she leave yo cold ass for another nibba? Fuck DCAU Nora. Just fuck her.

Scarface lookin like a damn Fanboy & Chum Chum character & his boy over here lookin like Chode. Next.

UUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHGG.

Just. UAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHH. Bruh I will never understand who tf thought this shit was a good idea?! Like who the fuck, was drawing dis nigga. Drew DIS Sus af shit. LOOKED at dis shit. And said to deyself: "Yeah dats da Riddler aight". HELL TO THE NAH DAT AIN'T NO DAMN DAS A (dick) FIDDLER! HE LOOKIN SUS AS FUCK NOW WITH THEM TIGHT AS GREEN SPANDEX AND THAT DARK AS HELL EYELINER. Looking like gay Christmas elf! Looking like a gay ass ballay dancer with them Spider Gwen ballerina shoes. You can't dance for shit nigga! Yo shit is SOOO DAMN TIGHT like I can get a good sight and shape picture of yo "Question mark" I'm telling y'all. sSSSUUUSSSSSSS. Looking like a bigasss lima bean. Skinny ass Jack skeleton moFucka. Like. They did my boy Eddy so freakin dirty with this. My mans had class, style, a nice look, HAIR. Now he. Whateverthelivingfuckdisbaldasspeterpanlookinmofuckasupposestobe. And i hate how that's how he did be lookin in almost every new Batverse when why tho? Nigg(m)a look stupid as hell. How tf he expect to be tooken seriously dressed and lookin like dis ? If I saw dis fucker in real life and he threatens me, imma laugh at his ass and beat him with his cane. Get ya Richard from Allen Gregory looking ass away from me. I can't!

Bruh it don't look that much but they did my mans Harvey dirty too. LOOK AT MY MANS FACE. good half i mean. Yall nigs kno. THESE MUHFUCKERS STRIPPED HIM OF HIS PRETTYNESS! Man. Dis version of Harvey was a pretty muhfucka. You can't deny dat shit

Even when he became Two-Face he still got dat 1 side of pretty.  And that deep af panty soaking voice to go along w it. He dat half and half package. 

Now HE LOOK LIKE DIS

WHOEVER TF DID DIS NEED DEY ASS WHOOPED! SQUARE TF UP NOW. NIGGA LOOKS LIKE EYEBROWLESS VERSION OF DOC FROM SECRET SATURDAYS. FAT ASS BLOCK NOSE MUH FUCKA.  His eye looks like traingle with a Nike logo on top of it. Lookin like a poorly drawn Dwayne The Rock Johnson. And ya other half ain't lookin that good either. Dat 1 eyebrow putting Helga Pataki to shame! I mean the shit didn't look good before but it was somewhat tamed, now the shit looking like full grownass caterpillar. And that lip black as hell. Kno that side dirty as fuuhck!

I don't even know what tf I'm sposed to say about DIS except (kinky..)

Angelica pickles looking ass. Bigass blonde captain coconut looking ass hairstyle. Looking like a blonde creepy ass Wednesday Adams. Dem black as fuck Kim possible lips. She actually looking like a family guy character with that bigass head and small body. I SWEAR she ded looking like one of Stewie's ex's right now my dude! Got  tiny ass flat ass guitar chip shoes. Looks like sis wearing fucking Zippers as shoes. Sis got that "i got something planned fo yo ass" smile. Sis look like she plotting something or did some evil shit already.

. . .

Bros I'm sorry but I'm just as confused as you like. I can't find a single thing different about Harley. Like literally nothing. Her makeup at night be looking blue sometimes, looking like a fakeass Livewire, but nah. They didn't even touch homegirl. Why tf is Harley the only character that stayed the same?????! Niggas was playing favorites. They had plans for that ass since day one. They was probs like: "Aye y'all. DO NOT TOUCH HARLEY. SHE STAYS THE SAME!" "why?" "JUST LISTEN TO ME BITCH!" "Wha bout her mans?" "Oh hell yeah fuck his shit up!" ...sigh.. Yep. It's that time...

UaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHH what else is dere to be said about dis ugly ass nigga? Dis nigga look like Yakko Warner & Freakazoid's love child! Dis nigga look like a random Tiny toons or Animaniac character! With that dookie green shirt and flower. You and Riddler's gay ass both matching them Dexter's laboratory Gloves. Why tf yo eyes eyes black as fuck tho?! How tf does one do that to theyself?! Yo ass probably snorted some shit and ya shits expanded and that's prolly yo pupils with ya cracked out ass. Nigga don't even look like a clown no more. Hell Jared Leto Joker atleast had the lipstick down. Dis nigga got dem ashy ass lips hanging out. Nigga think he owning too. Nigga you don't own shit! Broke as hell now. And yo design broke too. Joker? Man more like Broker. Got dat fairly odd parents hair. Got that Cosmo and Wanda in one. Like bitch if you don't. Just like Riddler i can not take yo animaniac looking ass serious. You do not scare me bitch! Bye!

Now see dis? DIS is Aight! A lot more fitting and & faithful to the character. No over the fucking top redesign, you can actually tell it's the same damn character as before, a little bit of swag for personality

So that's the tea. Ivy & Croc are the only good rogue redesigns in the whole series, evBody else ugly as shit.

[loveforpreserumsteve]

About Last Night (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Mpreg AU)

Twenty:

By the time that Harper's recital came around, Bucky and Steve were tiptoeing towards inseparable. Either Steve asking Bucky to stay at his or asking if he could stay at Bucky's. Depending on how much he craved that calming scent. How much Steve allowed his hindbrain to control his actions. Which he already hated since his body was being dictated by his three inch occupant.

Speaking of the baby...

For nearly a half hour, Steve found himself hugging the toilet as Bucky's Famous Jalapeno Chili Mac quickly evacuated his petite frame. Along with everything else Steve had eaten that day. Behind him, Bucky rubbed his back and apologized for the billionth time.

"We don't have to go," Bucky reminded, still rubbing his back. "I can draw you a bath and then we can cuddle in your nest until bedtime."

"No, we ha–" Steve heaved, but nothing came up. Lowering the seat and lid, he flushed the toilet and leaned back to relax against Bucky, telling him, "We have to go. Harper is expecting us there and considering this is the first recital I'll be going to; I want to be there."

Scent marking Steve's small bump over the white under shirt, Bucky kissed Steve's slightly sweaty temple, "Well, honey, there will be more recitals."

"But not this one," Steve whined, letting his head fall back against Bucky's broad shoulder.

Bucky chuckled, "It's the Christmas recital that's been pushed back four times."

"So?" Steve good-humoredly scoffed.

"So," Bucky mocked. Kissing the side of Steve's head again, Bucky reminded, "It's February."

"Early February," Steve rolled his eyes and moved to stand. Bucky quickly helped and Steve got to work washing his hands and brushing his teeth. Around the toothbrush, Steve defiantly stated, "I am going to sit there and cheer for Harper the Red Nose Ballerina even if I have to cling to the trashcan!"

"God, I love it when you're stubborn," Bucky teased, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist, and playfully nipping at his neck. Even going so far as to softly growl.

Rolling his eyes again, Steve swatted Bucky away so he could finish cleaning up. As he spit the foamy dregs into the sink, Steve said, "I think we can put black beans on the, Nope! Definitely not! Do not feed, Steve! List."

Although the list started as a joke, it was quickly becoming valuable. Wiping his face, Steve slipped out of his button down and pulled off his under shirt as he entered his closet for some clean clothes. Deciding on a black turtleneck, Steve changed out of his snug gray slacks and grabbed a pair of nice jeans. Steve went to do up the button and realized that it was a struggle.

"You gotta be shitting me," Steve groaned in annoyance. They weren't the tightest fit, and the zipper was able to go up, but the button still wasn't closing.

"Need help?" Bucky peeked into the walk-in.

"Please," Steve sighed, meeting Bucky halfway.

Tugging at the denim material, Bucky suggested, "Maybe try a different pair?"

Slumping, Steve agreed, "Fine."

As Steve turned around to find another pair of pants to wear, Bucky stopped him. Playfully, Bucky groped his ass as he teased, "Maybe we can find a way for you to still wear these."

Shaking his head, Steve pushed the – now – chuckling alpha away from himself. When Bucky jokingly made grabby hands for him, Steve swatted in his direction before grabbing a pair of lighter wash jeans. While he exchanged the pants, Bucky leaned against the doorway of his closet, just affectionately watching him.

Blushing, Steve focused on buttoning the snug jeans as he playfully asked, "Don't you have something better to do than look at me?"

"Nah," Bucky smirked, "I like lookin' at you. My new favorite hobby."

Steve rolled his eyes, but a small smile was on his face. He couldn't help it. There was just something to Bucky that made him feel... giddy. And a part of Steve wanted him to shut it down. To stop before he got hurt, even if his heart was trying to leap out of his chest just to be closer to Bucky.

"What time is it?" Steve asked, picking invisible lint from his clothes.

"Um," Bucky checked his watch, "Seven thirty."

"Already?" Steve finally met Bucky's eyes. Bucky nodded and Steve blew out a breath and went to step around Bucky, but was stopped by the alpha. As Bucky's hands settled on Steve's hips, Steve set his on Bucky's broad chest, "Are you ready to go?"

"I mean," Bucky dropped his gaze, "We don't have to go."

Despite the wave of nausea that suddenly struck him, Steve shook his head, "We're going. Or at least, I'm going."

Bucky slid his arms around Steve's waist to hold him closer as he reasoned, "Wherever you're going, I'm going."

"Is that so?" Steve quirked a brow as a grin lifted the corner of his lips.

Nodding, Bucky leaned closer. Kissing Steve's mouth, Bucky confirmed around his lips, "Yes."

Twirling the short hair at the back of Bucky's head, a warmth coiled inside Steve's stomach the way that Bucky reacted. Closing his eyes, Bucky rested his forehead to Steve's, tugging the petite omega even closer. Steve knew that if they didn't leave now – not only would they be late – they probably wouldn't go at all.

Clearing his throat, Steve said, "We should go."

"Only if you're sure," Bucky caressed Steve's cheek. When Steve gave him a pointed look, Bucky chuckled and held his hands up in surrender, "Okay, you're sure. Got it. Let's go."

Flipping off the lights, Steve followed Bucky through his apartment. At the door, Steve laced up his boots. Once done, Steve stood up and rolled his eyes when he found Bucky standing there with his coat ready for him to slide into.

"You'd probably tie my shoes, if I asked, huh?" Steve mocked, tugging his peacoat on.

"Yup," Bucky enunciated as he pulled on his own jacket. Smirking, Bucky exited the apartment and teased, "And when Squirt gets too big for you to see around, you won't even have to ask."

As Steve locked up, he quirked a brow and good-humoredly asked, "Squirt?"

Bucky's cheeks flamed red, and he clarified, "Just since we don't know what sex they are, ya know? Better than just saying, 'the baby.'"

"Yeah, that makes sense," Steve agreed, heading down the hallway. As they walked, their knuckles brushed, and Steve was glad when Bucky took his hand in his. Then, Steve joked, "If we go off your family's odds, we're probably having a girl."

"At least then I'd have some experience," Bucky shrugged, rubbing soothing circles into the back of Steve's hand.

"More experience than me either way," Steve stepped into the elevator.

Sweetly smiling, Bucky dropped Steve's hand and chose to wrap his arm around his slender shoulders instead. Kissing the top of his head, Bucky assured, "You're going to be a great pops."

Looking up at the brunet, Steve knew with every fiber of his being, "You're going to be a great dad."

Sharing another kiss, the elevator opened to the parking garage. Walking over to Steve's spot, the pair split with Bucky going to the passenger side and Steve heading for the driver's. Climbing in behind the wheel, the seat was set to Bucky's settings, and he rolled his eyes. Idly, Steve wondered when they got to the point where Bucky's settings were saved to his seat.

Shaking his head, Steve pressed his preset and got ready to pull out of the spot. Of course, he had to wait until the seat was close enough for him to reach the pedals and steering wheel before he could do anything. Meanwhile, Bucky went through Steve's stations.

It probably should've irked him with how comfortable Bucky felt in his space. After all, Steve didn't even let his exes drive his vehicle, let alone have a preset. Not to mention that he didn't let any of them mess with his radio either. Steve figured that it was because Bucky only went through his presets instead of trying to set them to stations he preferred. And Steve appreciated Bucky for that.

TAG LIST: @t3a-bag

[systemjournal]

Out of context quotes said by alters.

Well, we talk to some people, an' honest to god, our conversations are the fuckin' weirdest. There are all out of context quotes by someone in this system, an' I couldn't tell yous the context even if I tried.

"My hobbies is drawing, writing poems, voice acting, MEMEING, being gay, role-playing, and harrassing people in DMs with pictures or raps."

"Only real men are solidified."

"I dont care about the ballerinas"

"listen. im stucky bot crunchy.." "gushers!"

"No, you overpriced piece of rotten ham."

"EAT HIS MORAL AMBIGIOUS FINGERS"

"hes a nasty little bread boy aint he mr deets"

"Never take Lucky's lucky charms."

"my fuckin caprisun aj is gone im going to sob the rage of a thousand screaming donkeys right after fiona removes puss n boots from the narrative right after takin a royal shit in her shoes i mean how the fuck did she find the right shoe size her feet must be fuckin gigantic and its alarming how she and shrek can find anything in their size can you imagine the pants thick thighs big waist no ass lookin motherclucker"

"I could oppress the youth if I wanted to."

"im gonna cry what food kingdom does seaweed belong to"

"i pimp slapped beethoven you see me yeah hes my bitch now"

"i have been baby too much i kill people now"

"i will delete you"

"shut up you committed tax evasion"

"Petition to include Grandmothers."

"PINATA"

"dont make hair live a life"

"leave the scooter boy alone"

"The war criminal strikes again."

"RATTLE ME BONES AND CALL ME PELVIS"

"i feed the boneless on a saturday evening"

[artificialqueens]

Notebooks and post-it’s - chapter 6 - (Branjie) - thankyoumissvanjie

A/N: all aboard that smutty angst train. 🚂🚂

“Were you always such a bratty little bitch?”

“Were you always this stupid a hoe?”

“Really?”

LINK TO AO3

When they had been on the show, the only place they could be together was in the van and in front of the cameras. That meant that they couldn’t do anything in private, they could not in any way talk it through behind closed doors. Not until after they left the show.

So it was kind of liberating, to be able to talk behind closed doors. To be each other’s secret. At least that was what Brooke told herself. That was what she reminded herself again and again, as Vanjie ignored her at the venue.

As she let everyone believe that the hickeys on her neck were made by some unknown guy from Seattle.

As she flirted with every good-looking guy at the meet and greet.

That at least they had the hotel room in the evening. That was theirs. Even if Vanjie didn’t want to address what they were doing. Even though it was only sex.

Even though Brooke was falling apart.

They had their fucking post-it booty calls for themselves with absolutely no audience.

Walking into her dressing room after the show made her immediately search for the yellow post-it that she had come to expect after the last three days.

Silk wants to party tonight, need to make an appearance. Room 349 at 2 AM? - V

The problem with being in hiding was that Brooke felt like a dirty little secret. As if she wasn’t even worth being acknowledged in public.

As if Vanjie knew that Brooke wasn’t good for her.

Taking off her wig, she found her notebook, the pages rapidly getting filled with everything from sappy love letters to angry messages and too real emotional spiels.

I wish I could stop. You deserve better. You deserve someone who can give you everything. Worship your beauty and insanity in the same way that you would give it in return. It has always been clear to me that you didn’t feel that I could do that. I don’t think you’re wrong.

But that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. I hate leaving you every night. I hate how dismissive you are whenever I want to talk about this. I HATE THAT I CANNO-

Tears started to fall down on the notebook, Brooke stopping as her breath hitched. She looked in the mirror and saw the streaks of tears creating cracks in the perfect mask of Brooke Lynn Hytes. Staring back to the page she once again picked up the pen. Only to drop it as a sob wracked through her body, making her crumble in on herself.

This time the door was locked. This time no one saw her break down.

////////

“Bitch, the guy to you left, mesh top, booty shorts and a dirty smile is looking at you like he wants to eat you up. Go get him!” Silky nudged Vanjie in her unsubtle style, probably letting the whole club know, that she was trying to set up her friend.

“Silk… I ain’t lookin’,” Vanjie groaned, not even looking back at the man at the bar, knowing that he was probably her type, but not caring about that right now. She would get her dick somewhere else tonight.

“Why? You gon go back to your tall piece of Canadian ice cream?”

“SILK! SHUT UP - don’t be broadcasting it to the whole goddamn bar!” Vanjie looked frantically at the people around them, trying to figure out if they had heard what her annoying but still good Judy had said.

“So you are?” The unimpressed look that silky was giving her made Vanjie feel like the jig was up.

“Bitch, I might?” Vanjie tried to shrug it off, not wanting to get into this with Silk at the bar. Especially because A'keria and Nina were having fun somewhere around here, and Vanjie just couldn't deal with the fact that they might overhear some of this.

“What the hell? What are you doing? America wants to know, miss Vanjie.”

“I am gettin’ that good dick like you said. Crunch crunch, munch munch, or whatever, bitch.”

“I meant one time, bitch. Good dick? That all you want from Miss motherfucking Hytes?” That raised eyebrow told Vanjie that Silky could smell her bullshit.

“...”

“Thought not. So you bein’ a dumbass hoe who wants her man back, but ain’t ready to commit to dealing with his sappy lil white boy commitment issues?”

“Silk, why you gotta be coming so hard for me?”

“You know this is stupid. Go talk with the trade over there. He won’t create any problems.”

“Silk…” She knew that Silk was right. That she should just forget about Brooke, go her own way and find a new man. But fuck, he was right there, and she... She just fucking missed him.

“Trust me. You going back to that pasty ballerina is going to bite ya in the ass. You better be motherfucking ready for that. This hiding shit will blow up.” Alcohol was like a truth serum to Silky, two drinks in and she was not holding back.

“I ain’t hiding, hoe!” She yelled, pointing her finger in her friend's face, causing a scene, but not caring anymore because she was annoyed.

“You is. You hidin', Miss Mateo.”

“Just let me live, Mary!”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because this be the only way. He don’t want to deal with my clingy ass. He wants to go all wham-bang-thank-you-ma’am. I be givin’ him that. If he wants Miss Vanjie on the down-low, I’m gonna give it to him,” Vanjie was willing to go through a lot of pain just to get some part of Brooke.

“And you’re just fine about all this?”

“Don’t matter.”

And before Silky even had a chance to say anything else, Vanjie left. She didn’t want to deal with the judgement and seriousness of Silky.

She was right. Vanjie was being an idiot, and there was no way that she wouldn’t be catching feelings for him again.

But… If writing these goddamn stupid yellow post-it’s were what she had to do to see just a glimpse of him, then she would keep on doing it.

/////////

This had become a pattern. It was the third time that they met. Always in José’s room, always at his request. Always just sex.

Brock was on day four of being sober, and he was managing.

Barely.

It had been difficult saying no to the shots of tequila, but he had managed.

Barely.

“So when’s your plane leaving?” José was lying, freshly fucked on the bed, still naked, toying with the duvet as he looked at Brock getting ready to leave. This was the last evening for Brock on the tour, and they wouldn't see each other for over a week before.

None of them really wanted to think about that or talk about it.

“At 7,” Brock looked up at him from the chair he was sitting on, tying his shoes. Knowing exactly where this was going.

“AM?”

“No, PM,” Brock could feel the trap, even see it, but did nothing to avoid it.

“Then get back in here, Mami. That was just round one!” He was slowly crawling to the edge of the bed, like a predator luring in its prey. Brock felt enticed, but still fought against the desire building in the pit of his stomach.

“Can’t.”

“Nah, Boo. You just won’t,”

“Vanjie… What the fuck are we doing?” The sigh from the bed was loud, as Brock once again tried to figure out what the deal was with this situation, knowing that José would probably stop any form of real conversation on the topic.

“Right now, not a whole lot, but you could be making me scream and get your jush if you would just sashay them toes over here,”

“Right.”

“Brooke…. Brock. Why you gotta be wanting to talk about this? What is there to say? We know we bad together, but the sex is good, so why not just enjoy it, mama?”

“Yeah… I-I need to pack,” José smirked at the stutter, knew that he only had to give one more push and he would win.

“Just say you don’t wanna get with this. No need to be lyin’. I know you packed all your shit before you even contemp-conteta… Before your ass even decided to go down and give me all the Canadian bacon.” José’s hands were running all over his own body, and Brock could feel himself let go. Could feel his resolve leave him, as he wanted to teach the smaller queen a lesson. His fingers already tingling with anticipation of what he knew was to come.

“Were you always such a bratty little bitch?”

“Were you always this stupid a hoe?” The wink in his eyes was what made Brock walk closer to the bed. Toeing off his shoes as he went.

“Really?” He stopped in front of José, grabbing his chin forcibly, making him gulp in anticipation. The tendons in his neck were strained, his eyes glazed over.

A feeling of power overcame Brock, as he slipped into the dominant role with ease. Part of him realised that José had played him, as he was now giving in to what he wanted, but he also knew that there was no possible way that he could walk away from the room just yet.

“I guess someone needs a little lesson in how to show respect,” He leaned down close, all up in José’s face, seeing the anticipation, want and pure glee at getting what he wanted. It made him smirk as he used the hand on José chin to push him back on the bed.

“All fours, middle of the bed. Now.” He took a deep breath, centring himself, knowing what he had to do, as José scrambled to follow his orders. Quickly settling on the bed, his skin already flushed with excitement, as his cock was slowly rising to the occasion.

“Yes, Mami,”

The slap to his ass was instant and the noise of Brock’s hand making contact with the soft skin filled up the otherwise quiet room. The gasp from José told Brock that he had guessed correctly in what the Puerto Rican needed.

“Don’t get cheeky with me. You’re being a whiny little bitch, and whiny little bitches get what?” All he got in response was shallow and excited gasps.

Slap.

“Use your words, Papi,” he slowly caressed José’s soft ass, trying to rub away some of the hurt, knowing that it helped in building the excitement.

“Th-they get spanked,” The stutter told him that he had José exactly where he wanted him. Brock was in awe over the trust the smaller queen still seemed to have in him, despite it being over six months since they had last done this.

“Right. I am thinking... ten. That should be enough to remind you, hmm?” He walked around the bed, so he could look him in the eye, as he sat down on the bed. “Now I want you to count them out and say thank you after each one, can you do that?” He leaned in and whispered this against his cheek, letting his nose and lips softly caress the soft skin.

“Yeeeeeesssssss,” Brock smiled softly, the soft hiss portraying the desperation that José was feeling.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mami,”

“Good, and you remember your colours, Papi?” This was important, he couldn’t expect everything to still be present in José’s mind, it having been so long since they last had played like this.

“Green, good, Yellow, slow down, Red, bad.”

“Good,” With a soft kiss to José’s cheek he got back up from the bed, walking back around, getting ready.

All that could be heard was the gasps from the bed, as Brock was feeling calmer than he had in ages. He waited.

For the right moment.

Until...

Slap.

“One, thank you, Mami.” Brock relished the feeling in his hand, the light pink hue on José’s skin, and the choked ‘thanks’ he was given.

Softly running his hand over the soft brown skin, he took a moment to marvel at the contrast between them, how José exuded warmth, while Brock gave off an aura of cold.

Gathering himself, he started rapidly spanking him. The room filled with counting and “Thank you, Mami”, Brock feeling proud of how well José was taking this, wanting to stop this right, and take him right there on the bed.

“Ten, th-thank you, Mami,” He was almost shaking there on the bed, as he was almost overwhelmed with sensation.

"Colour, babe?"

"Green"

Brock quickly unzipped his shorts, grabbed a condom and entered José, who was still slick and slightly stretched from earlier.

They both groaned, the feeling of their connected bodies almost overwhelming. Gripping his hips, Brock started thrusting hard, knowing that they were both close, that it wouldn’t take them long.

“You were so good. You did so well,” Jose ́s moans were getting louder as he was getting closer and closer to his release, the praise pushing him over the edge as he came over the sheets.

With two more thrusts, Brock followed leaning over the smaller man’s back, his lips softly gracing his ear, Brock’s mind was filled with a single sentence. Words he knew that he could never say to José.

I love you.

[teamoliv-archive]

Cutscene: The Key

Melina had no idea how long she had laid there on the ground. The unearthed ground and the remnants of Zarla’s mechanical beast laid broken on the ground. Darcie’s “Magician” had done brutal work this time around. She mentally went through the list of things that went wrong: 

The downed aircraft had been a ruse. If there were any crew aboard the old Atlas ship, they were likely long dead or missing. This was a trap to lure her in and finish her off. Second, Morado had managed to buy her time and a chance to escape despite not standing a chance against Roland the “Strongman”, another of Darcie’s team of “frontliners.” He had been captured for his efforts; a foul trade in her eyes. Ezra, her enigmatic “Jester” had done little more than scare away the remains of Morado’s squad and drop a key in front of her after the others had cleared out. She didn’t assume any extra motives out of him- this was a taunt, a lure to keep coming after them. That left only the “Ballerina” Amrin missing. The woman was a sniper could have been anywhere, but if they wanted to kill her now they could have done it at any time- so why haven’t they?

Part of her knew she had to keep going. Jade Leroux was long dead but his old partner was still operating in full. More important than that, one of her daughters had survived- and they knew where she was, and were sickeningly responsible for what Molly had become. She didn’t expect the girl to embrace a mother she never met, but she needed to see her and hopefully see her chasing her own path instead of the one chosen by the people who stole her.

She barely heard the muffled screech of a hawk overhead. Forcing herself to look at the sky, it was coming right for her. She only took in a shakey breath and closed her eyes. “Fine... I’m not dead yet, but I may as well be. Feeding the forest isn’t a bad fate.”

The bird perched nearby and a voice echoed from it. “Been there, done that, wouldn’t recommend it. Geez, you went and got your ass kicked out there, huh?”

Robin Goodfellow. Once again the fallen “Prodigy of Mantle” returned to haunt her. For a moment she wondered if she was hallucinating, but the green glow in the hawk’s eyes wasn’t her imagination. He was somewhere nearby, immobile and controlling that creature from somewhere. “You were watching the fight.” She forces out.

“Damn right I was.” Robin himself was a roughly a few hundred feet away. Making sure to obscure himself during the fight so he could watch from a distance was the trickiest part when dealing with Darcie’s weird clown. Sometimes he swore Ezra wasn’t human, and not in a ‘faunus’ kind of not human. Thankfully he’d pulled it off. “Part of me wants to ask if you knew that was a trap, but I have a feelin’ you two would be there even if you did. Hold still, comin’ to you.”

Melina worried about what Robin could possibly want. He was strangely on his own after Jade had left, last she knew he had been seen with a small band of his own now- his old team and that strange girl from Ciar. “On your own again?” The hawk’s eyes faded back to normal and the creature squawked and flew off. That could only mean he was going to get up and move as he said he would. The dead silent wait was eerie and she had to force down her paranoia over what could happen next. Robin Goodfellow was an enigma when it came to his motives- one of the unpredictable ‘on their own side’ sorts. He’d just as easily help or hurt whomever he wanted to in order to get what he wanted and his loyalty was only to himself.

As she laid there on the ground her thoughts were broken by a loud thud next to her head. She snapped her vision in that direction and could make out a bag of some kind.

“Get up.” Robin says harshly, “I’ve fought you. You’re better’n this shit. Or are you tellin’ me you’re too old to be doin’ this anymore?”

Every inch of the old huntress’s body still ached from her injuries. Was he really going to force her to push herself to her feet and dress her own wounds? “This is probably the most heartless aid I’ve ever received.”

Robin walked over to a tree and leaned against it. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and tapped it against his hand to push one out. “Yeah, well, it’s what you get. See, the way I see it, you fucked up pretty bad.” He lights it and plants it between his lips, sometimes moving the smoke from one end of his mouth to the other.

“But, you’ve got yourself a key to Pandemonium and I want it. See, once I finally decided to tell Jade to take his new plans and shove ‘em up what was left of him, I wasn’t thrilled to hear Darcie just swooped in and took it all back. No one robs me of an accomplishment. I killed Jade right out from under that Cheshire fucker’s big scowlin’ face and they’re gonna goddamn remember that!”

Melina shook her head and fell back down as her arm gives out under her. She lets out a small yelp and grits her teeth, “Not even you can single-handedly barge into a place like that and destroy it. You’re not a one-man-army, Robin.”

Robin smirks, watching her fall again and again trying to even sit up. “You think I don’t have backup? Well they don’t know they’re backup yet. I spied another little group tryin’ to find the place. Besides, didn’t you just get an invitation? If I show up with the key, I’ll have the whole gang on the front door. You? They’ll want to play with you. That’s my avenue to sneak in.”

“Besides, it’s gonna take me time to find the place. A key’s useless if you can’t find the door. So while you’re reachin’ for that bag and seein’ to your wounds, I’ll start lookin’.”

“And if I fail it looks like I was only struggling to crawl and no one knows you’re here...” She returns in a shaky biting tone. For now she stopped struggling for the medical bag and just focused on breathing. She had to keep herself willing, to want to reach for it so she didn’t just collapse out of exhaustion. “Tell me something. Did you know? Did you know about Molly?”

“Course I did.” Robin replies, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and tapping it gently against his knee to remove the lingering ashes. “Jade almost had a fuckin’ heart attack when he found out you were alive, though. I didn’t know who the fuck you were. That’s why you’re gonna keep goin’ ain’t it? She probably doesn’t want anythin’ to do with you and she ain’t what you would have hoped, but she’s still your kid, right?” He didn’t give her room to reply, “My old man said the same thing to me. Bless his fuckin’ heart, he still thinks I can be a good man. He’s dead wrong, but that’s just how parents are, I guess.”

Melina plants her hands onto the ground and tries to shove herself upward again. “I just... want to know what happened to her. I need to.” If she had to endure this ridicule and torture to patch herself up or die trying, she would. If she couldn’t handle this, she’d be dead once she reached this Pandemonium anyway.

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ayyYYYY yo !! so since there wasn’t a plotting call tag, i decided to combine them both, so this here is a PLOTTING CALL / STARTER CALL for the girl who stole yo girl ( and yo man ) natasha romanoff. down below i made some layouts for her relationships i connect her to, and if your character is on that list we can add more or less to it as we plot. if your character is not on this list, dw! we can still plot somethin’ fresh fresh, i’m lookin’ at you dc babes. i’ve included some ideas too for plots! i’ll probs hit you all up on IMs unless discord is easier for you, and depending i may ask if you could write the starter if i’m feelin’ a little *overwhelmed* or starter blocked, so fair warning. i may cap these at ten, for now, so i’m not too overwhelmed. so smash that LIKE button if you’d like to tango with a brain-washed ballerina and i’ll get to these asap. mumu’s REPLY with ONE muse to plot and rp with tasha. i’d like to give everyone a chance! thanks and pls read on!

friends →

↳ ( friend / best friend ) clint barton

↳ ( friend ) steve rogers

↳ ( former friend / trained together ) james barnes / winter soldier 

↳ ( friend / former SHIELD boss ) nick fury

↳ ( friend / former SHIELD colleague / he stans captain america ) phil coulson

↳ ( friend / former SHIELD colleague ) maria hill

↳ ( friend ) sam wilson

↳ ( friend / former boss ) tony stark

↳ ( friend / former boss ) pepper potts

↳ ( friend ) thor odinson

↳ ( friend ) bruce banner

↳ ( friend / former SHIELD colleague ) sharon carter

↳ ( friend ) james rhodes

↳ ( friend ) wanda maximoff

↳ ( friend ) vision

↳ ( the spider boy she stans stands ) spider-man / peter parker

↳ ( and antony’s dad rip ) scott lang

↳ ( friend ) t’challa

enemies →

↳ ( enemy / rival / turned protege?? if ya wanna do that, guess who’s down ) yelena belova 

↳ ( enemy / they dont quit ) loki

↳ ( enemy /  former SHIELD colleague / dude i actually liked brock, wth rumlow ) brock rumlow / crossbones

↳ ( enemy ) HYDRA / RED ROOM

connections natasha needs / we can play with →

friends →

↳ more girlfriends. she hangs around way too much testostrone. heroes, civilians, villains who can be heroic sometimes or nuetral, idc. she needs more kick-ass women or soft and gentle women to be around to maybe just talk about how stupid the boys can be, to drink with, or humble her to be a little more...normal? yah know like, women who don’t have underhanded motives for everything? women who don’t have a thousand covers? woman who will actually tell you who they are instead of hiding a bunch of secrets? help her learn how to be, idk, a woman. but nat’s down with the boys too, they bring all the drama.

enemies →

↳ i feel like she has enough of these, especially with being an avenger and yelena. but she’s a spy and she’s made a lot of enemies ( and still be able to handle herself ). she’s not gonna get along with everyone so, idk, wanna fight?

romance →

↳ this is always a tough spot for me because, while i believe nat don’t need no man, and i can live with her not being shipped at all, i do also believe she deserves to be loved. she’s a very complicated woman tho and tends to be very evasive and secretive about her past, because it’s not something she’s proud of, so. steve doesn’t even really know who she is, and they’re friends. i mean, comic-wise i have a ship for her, but mcu nat’s a little different. i’m willing to make her bisexual, she needs some fun with some ladies tbh. i see a lot of one night stands / hook ups for nat. she gets what she wants. but romance? it’s really going to have to depend on chemistry and probs a lot of pain / angst between our characters becasue natasha is not allowed to have nice things for long, let alone a stable relationship.

credit goes to →

↳ psdavengers for the banner ( i just cropped it and added text to it )

[bluboothalassophile]

Hey blu, thanks for indulging my requests! Think we can get something about Jason and Raven dealing with their daughter's first boyfriend or girlfriend?

Hello,

Okay, this didn’t turn out how I intended, but I hope you enjoy it all the same! =)

Braving Lilith…

Lilith stood at twenty-three, never been kissed, wasprobably going to die a virgin at her rate, and had been on exactly two datesin her life. Both of which had ended terribly because of her daddy.

Now, it wasn’t that her daddy followed her on her dates, no,he daddy wasn’t like Big Bird, Red Bird, Baby Bird, or her Uncle Roy. No, herdaddy was the Red Hood, her mama was Raven, and she was Nightingale, and shewas the baddest mother fucker born since her daddy.

Trying to find a guy not intimidated by her power was hardenough, throw in who her parents were…

Yeah, Lilith was pretty dateless.

It probably didn’t help that she wasn’t like her cousins, Mar'iand Lian (Lian was honorary family).

Mar'i Grayson: smart, funny, vivacious, fun loving,personable, and lovely. Her cousin was a guy’s dream in looks too; tall, lush,with that wild black hair, a movie star’s face, her daddy’s smile, and those greeneyes, along with Tamaranian powers. Mar'i was a bad ass, but loveable girl.

Lian Harper: tease, wild, unpredictable, genuine, confident,and flirtatious. Lian was also a guy’s dream with her delicate ballerina build,that thick red hair, her onyx eyes, pert nose, dimples, and lips Lilith heardguys say were ‘kiss me’ lips. Lian was a bad ass, but beloved girl with wildways.

Lilith Todd-Wayne: cold, indifferent, swore like a sailor,badass, calm, and creepy. Yeah, she had heard the creepy one from Thomas Loganon their first and last date. She had thick, curly black hair which she letfall down her back, it held undertones of purple and had a white streak in itshe didn’t dye into it. Her features were odd, a good mix between her motherand her father. Her eyes were no particular color, but rather an odd mix of green,blue and purple. Not to mention, Lilith wasn’t built big or delicate, she wasjust small with hips, and long legs; not much in the boob department.

Her best friend was an exorcist, who was also her biggestpain in the ass as Gabriel, like his father, was a bit cavalier about what theydid, and the magic they practiced.

And her crush, well that would be the ever unobtainable Cerdian.

Ok, yes, she knew it was stupid to like the Atlantean guard,but… come on! He had silver hair, blue eyes, tanned skin, and that rogue smile;he looked like a surfer and a trouble maker, but also a bad ass all at once.The good news, Cerdian didn’t even know she existed and was not a part of theTitans, bad news, he hung around the Tower a lot which was torture on Lilith.Mostly because even as an empath she couldn’t figure out what he was doingaround the tower.

Which brought her to the after party of Mar'i’s wedding asshe bounced her cousin on her hip as Red Bird danced with his wife, Spoiler,and Lilith mocked a dance with Jack in her arms as the seven year old held ontoher.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Cerdian had a problem.

It was by no means a big problem, no, it was just a hugecomplication.

Said complication stood at five feet two inches, swore likea sailor, possessed the powers to break the cosmos on a whim, and was handsdown the most badass woman born of this generation. She was shadows and mystery,and a raging storm all at once and he had found her absolutely fascinating sincehis first accompanying with the King to land.

He had never witnessed a land battle, but what he had seenwas something he had never witnessed.

She was maybe seventeen and standing toe to toe with agoddess sorceress; Circe, matching the goddess blow for blow and summoningimmense powers that few sorcerers had. What was even more impressive about herthough was that no one was aiding her in this fight as she alone guarded the Amazon’sisland.

When the battle was over, and the girl stood triumphant overthe sorceress, she had lost her hood and he could have sworn to seeing the mostbeautiful creature ever.

Then she talked, and illusion of a delicate beauty wasshattered as she swore in more languages than he had known, and he had smirkedin amusement at her attitude. She had whipped around at his snort, her eyesnarrowed and she cocked a hip placing her hands on them as her cloak parted toreveal her standing in a dress, both long, porcelain legs exposed and her feetbare.

‘What are you lookin’ at putz?’ she had snapped and Cerdianknew he was in love. That defiant look, and her cocky indifference, she wasgorgeous.

Problem though: Lilith Todd-Wayne’s dad was the baddest humanever, human. Not a meta, but human, Jason Todd was the most lethal human alive.Her mother was an interdimensional demon who could also destroy the cosmos on awhim.

Yeah, so in terms of sheer power, Lilith outclassed everyone,and her level of badass even without said power was through the roof for shereally was her father’s daughter.

But that brought him to the wedding he was currently at asshe twirled around gracefully with her cousin on her hip. She looked good inred, he decided, and she had been a bridesmaid with Lian. He finished his Champaignas he walked onto the dance floor, seeing one of the many Waynes taking her cousinand she was about to go.

“I believe that on land it is customary for a man to ask thewoman to dance,” he said catching the empath’s hand before she could go. Her headwhipped around to stare at their hands before she looked up at him with askeptical look.

“It is, but,” she started to decline, he could see that,however he was not wasting this moment as he swung her around and into his armsas the dancing continued. He had asked her cousins for help mastering landdances; Lian had helped him for weeks with this so he could actually catch Lilith.He had it on good authority she actually liked dancing but few braved dancingwith her outside her family. He also had asked her father, earlier in theevening, before the wedding ceremony, if he could date his daughter. After anexplosive round of swearing Jason Todd had looked him over with a critical eyeand said:

‘Break her, hurt her, or use her, I will hunt you down andrip every scale from your body before delivering a slow and painful death. And ifshe says no, back the fuck off!’

And with those words of encouragement Cerdian had decided tobrave on.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Here’s the thing, despite what Roy and Dickhead thought, Jasonhad never forbidden his daughter from dating or trying it out. And he hadn’teven scared off or chased off her dates. The way he saw it, she was enough likeher mother, and him, that when she finally got a guy who could handle the poweroverload that his daughter was, and not be intimidated by it, and would stilltreat her like the best thing in the world, then she’d never go guy huntingagain.

Thomas Logan was not the guy for her, and she’d gone to onehomecoming with the greenling. She had returned mad, hurt, and offended, and Jasonhad just held his fourteen year old while she sobbed because Thomas had calledher creepy.

Her second unwitting date was with the Kryptonian, AluraMalverne, and that was the date which Lilith hadn’t known was a date. Lilithhad thought she was hanging out with Alura, and then Alura had kissed Lilithand Jason knew how that fall out had ended. Lilith wouldn’t have been mad ifher lesbian friend hadn’t insisted Lilith was also a lesbian, and Lilith hadclocked the Kryptonian for pushing her beliefs on her. The girls were recentlystarting to talk again now that Alura had apologized for pushing Lilith; threeyears later.

And that brought Jason to where he was right now as hesipped a scotch with his older, sulking brother.

“Lilith is dancing with Cerdian,” Dick pointed out.

“Yup,” Jason acknowledged.

“Aren’t you going to intervene or something?” Dick asked.

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’ to annoy Dick as he watched hisdaughter with the Atlantean.

“Jay, it’s ok to be scared for your baby girl once and awhile,” Dick pointed out.

“Dickhead, I’ve been watching that boy eye her for about sixyears, I’ve watched her eye him for six years. Now, yes, that’s my baby, but Iraised my baby to be the baddest mother fucker around, so I’m not worried abouther dating Cerdian. I just wanna know if this Cerdian can keep up with her,” Jasonsmirked.

Lord knew he had fun keeping with Raven when they’d beendating and Jason just wanted his daughter happy.

Didn’t mean he wouldn’t destroy the Atlantean if hisdaughter’s heart was broken from this.