#FROM YOOOOOOOOU

[sunlit-mess]

Do you think you'll kill for me one day?

Yes, of course, I will, my darling

[epitomees]

((Lord give me the strength to finish off this last muse profile and tag post so I can finally put to rest something that SHOULD HAVE BEEN DONE a year ago...)) 

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Hii, I love your fics, especially the Moon Knight ones, sometimes I'm so giddy that I need to take a step back and remember myself that they aren't real.

May I request headcanons about the Moon Boys overhearing reader talking to their pet (probably a kitten) about how much they love the boys, and their quirks and their little differences and just going on and on about how perfect they are?

I understand if not, I will love whatever you post regardless!

Oh my gosh, this is so adorable! I hope I did it justice!

Just Happy

Jake Lockley x gn!Reader • Rating: PG pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? • ask-travaganza masterlist •

Summary: Jake eavesdrops.

Warnings: Fluff, Jake being emotional, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 482

You stroke behind Salem’s ears, the small kitten’s eyes are closed, his head pressed as close as he can to your hand. 

“You like that, hmm?” You smile, “Who’s my favourite little guy?” 

Salem purrs loudly. 

Jake smiles from his position in the doorway, his hair still damp from the shower. Both Marc and Steven were still asleep, Steven hadn’t come to bed until well into the early morning and now that things in their life were calmer Marc was using the opportunity to catch up on fifteen years of rushed power naps. 

“Who is it, hmm?” You lean down and kiss the top of Salem’s head three times. 

Jake can’t help himself, he slowly takes out his phone from his pocket, not wanting to alert you to his presence. He finds the perfect angle and then starts filming, he’d have to send this to the group chat Steven had created. Affectionately called ‘The Body 💪📖🚗⚾’

“It’s yoooooooou!” You say sing-song to Salem and grin, “Well you’re my favourite little cat guy. I think Steven, Marc, and Jake might complain if they’re not my favourites too. Though I don’t think they’d mind being second best to you.” 

At the sound of Steven, Marc, and Jake’s names Salem perks up his ears and meows softly. 

“Yeah! You love them too, don’t you? They are the best, we love them so much. Because they’re so kind and great. And they give you the best pets, don’t they? Well, second best, I’m best obviously.” 

Jake covers his mouth with his hand, trying not to laugh. He’s smiling so hard it’s hurting his cheeks, his chest so light it’s almost painful. Tears prick at the corner of his eyes, his throat thick. He tries to force the emotion down, but it just builds and builds. 

“I know part of the reason you’re so excited when you hear their names is you think you’re gonna get extra treats, I know they give you more than they should.” You smile. “Can I tell you a secret?” You lean a little closer and Salem looks up at you with large eyes. “I love them so much, literally so much. Every day my heart gets a little bigger with how much I love them. Opposite Grinch situation going on in here.” You tap your chest. 

“Amor,” Jake’s voice makes you jump, and you turn from your position on the floor just in time for him to wrap his arms around you in a bear hug. 

You let out a little oof of air and then giggle, “Were you spying on me?” 

“Yes.” He mutters into your neck, his voice is thick and wavering. 

“Hey, you okay?” You stroke his back and try to move to see his face. But he just snuggles deeper into your chest and squeezes you tighter.

“I’m fine.” 

“You sure?” 

“Just happy, my love. Just happy.” 

Thank you for reading!

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[threepandas]

Bird4Bird Part 3: Yandere Hawks

Did you know? That Fukuoka has the highest concentration of winged Quirks in Japan? Most of them in or around Kyushu. It's a remarkably recent thing too. Used to be farther north, but that slowly died off when the Hero Rising Wing died in action.

Wanna know WHY?

It's because of the fuckin Gyms.

The markets. The specialty doctors offices. The clothing lines that cater to people who have LIMBS sticking out if their backs. All of those? Yeah, they picked up and looked for the next Hero to slap a brand deal on. Because GOD FORBID they serve the community that already existed and needed them.

So folks had to move. Sell their houses.

It was that or take the train for hours each day, after all.

Because? Again. No license? Who CARES if your health suffers! Fucking WALK. Dangerous muscle atrophy and spinal problems? Should have thought about being a HERO! Bleed for the state!

You're not bitter.

You're just routinely pissed enough to spit shards of GLASS.

Doesn't help that YOUR quirk? Oh, YOUR Quirk is one of the BIG ones. One of those "why yes, I CAN bench press a small vehicle, why do you ask?" Sorta quirks. The upkeep is a NIGHTMARE. You live in a god damned SHOEBOX.

You HAVE too! Because FUCKING INSURANCE doesn't cover "frivolous" "luxury" expenses like your Hero-grade gym membership. Which you only NEED because you'd BREAK the normal machines at a standard Avian Quirk Specialty Gym. But good luck trying to agree with the BIGOTS at-!!!

.....breathe. Just.... just breath. In, then out, in, then out.

Not Worth it.

This is workout time. De-stress. Getting to stretch your wings. Work up a swea-OH MOTHER FUCKER!!

Hawks bats his eyelashs, obnoxiously in your opinion, at you and twiddle his fingers in a cheeky lil shit wave. No. NO. This is you day OFF from community service. You were supposed to be FREE of him! How is he HERE?!

You look him dead in the eyes and project MURDER.

His obnoxious grin gets bigger. It's like he WANTS you to fight him! Is... is this bullying? Are you being BULLIED? You're on fuckin PAROLE. The flesh may be so, SO willing to slam him face first through a wall... but the spirit DOESNT WANT TO GO TO JAIL. His ass ain't worth it!

Leave you crimson ass, crow demon! FUCK OFF!

He pouts exaggeratedly at you. Dramatic and fake as shit. "Aaaw, aren't we FRIENDS? Don't you want to hang ooooout~?" NO! I would sell you back to whatever hell dimension you crawled from, for a toothpick I DONT EVEN WANT!

He looks delighted.

Stop that!

You try and ignore him. Finish your work out. But he is so, SO clingy and whiny and LOUD. He's doing on purpose. You know he is. HE knows, you know, he is. You can see it in his eyes. It's the fucking malicious little sparkle.

Is he getting OFF on this? What, does he just LIKE to harrass people? Pick at them?

If he keeps fucking around, he's GONNA find out.

You storm away the second your done. Try to lose him at the changing rooms. Fail. Now he's following you... eating greasy fried chicken... OBNOXIOUSLY. Does he HAVE to FLY while he does that?! The exaggerated noises are COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY!

You spin to rip him a new one, take one look at his smug, victorious expression... and? Actually? Enjoy your fucking chicken. Mama didn't raise a lil bitch. She had a Cutesy Pair Of Angel Wings™ her entire life. Was fetishized to FUCK and back. Learned the fine art of rage and taking no prisoners.

She? She raised a spiteful wrath child with a strong sense of justice.

Fuck yoooooooou.

You hope he CHOKES on that chicken. You begin to turn, but stop. He WAS looking annoyed that his plan didn't work. Why did he just start smirking? He looks entirely too smug and pleased. Not looking AT you. Over your head? Behind-?

"Omg, IS THAT HAWKS~♡?!"

Oh, fuck. You feel the blood drain from you face. His eyes flick down to yours. His PR, fake ass, smile has never been toothier. D...Don't do it. Don't you DARE.

He strikes a photo ready pose. Why YES HE IS~!

You desperately try to get out of the way. You've SEEN the carnage. The poor souls caught in the crossfire. High pitched squeals and thundering feet race closer from behind you. A red feather has by the front of the jacket. You stare down in betrayal. Back up in horror.

You're supposed to be a HERO!

The Fan's cometh. And with a howling curse, you get consumed by the crowd. Hawks laughs, bright and charming above the crowd. His feathers never leaving your body as you get thrown around. Shouldn't have ignored him~

But man, the face you made was pretty cute, too.

Following you was a great idea! He should do it more often~♡

[booksbeatlesj2]

"...of yoooooooou"

They don't even try to hide the McLennon anymore 😂. It's so damned obvious you can see it from space, just because Paul has never looked directly into a camera and confirmed it doesn't mean their love was any less real. 

[jamiesfootball]

some word(s) for you (so you have options): lie, slow, green, night

Thank yoooooooou. I took all the options : )

Lie

Soon as he was given the all-clear, Jamie checked himself out of the hospital. The doctors fussed at him about concussion protocol, but it was nothing Jamie hadn’t heard before, and once he’d repeated it back to them and assured them that he had someone back at the house who could look after him, they were mollified. Jamie called himself an Uber and went home. It wasn't a lie, technically. They didn’t need to know it was more the other way around. Wasn’t his first concussion but it wasn’t his dad’s either. Jamie stiffened as James tilted his face up into the kitchen light. His old man let out a low whistle. “Damn, Barnett really has it in for you, lad.” He sounded impressed. “Recorded the match. The second you got carted off, Obisanya lost the ball in a challenge. Nearly bottled it once he got it back, but the scoundrel pulled through in injury time.” He leaned in like they were conspiring together. “Injury time you earned them, by the way.” Jamie didn’t comment.

Slow

Slowly, Jamie relaxed. Jan took the cue and applied more pressure. He pushed his thumbs into the base of his skull, drawing circles as he worked his way upwards. The hair in the back was shorn short so it was fairly easy to clean. He scrubbed everything back and forth, up and down, until the bristles were squeaky and smooth under his fingers. He cupped his hand under the water. "Head down."

Green

Jamie huffed. "Not gonna need more coffee at this rate." He scrubbed a hand over his face - and then buried his face in both his hands, rubbing at the circles under his eyes. "Sorry." "For what?" "For this. When I called him last night, I didn't think he'd show up." Roy froze. He squeezed the mug of tea in his hands, let the warmth ground him. He counted backwards from ten, forwards to ten counting all the things he could spy outside that were green (all of them), and then backwards from ten again for good measure.

Night

At night the pain came for him. He woke with his leg on fire. The days did not let him heal; the nights were for prolonging the agony. Each moment as fresh as the first. Ceaseless. Unending. A fire that would not let him die. Dani learned to be grateful that in this place, the fire was only a metaphor.

[stormtide-leviathan]

Would yoooooooou...go absolutely hog wild on one of the knights (your choice) from the Faire?

i am always ready to go hogwild on a knight at a moment's notice

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

I'm not asking for much, but there could be fun in a Redemption Exercise or two where the potential for chaotic comedy is through the roof

Like:

a) The sinners have to collaboratively make a new outfit for each member of the hotel, which can get Creative. Niffty gives everyone bug-related attire... the still moving legs are quite jarring for most.

b) They play Cards against Humanity, with Angel in disbelief that Vaggie and Alastor aren't doing it on purpose when the pair are winning, but pretending to have no idea what their cards mean half the time

c) They play Jumanji, without anyone present having any idea of what it references and eventually Lucifer himself has to rescue them after reports of enraged african animals rampaging the city reach him

d) Paint by numbers... at which point some people may work out some other people are colour blind when they have no idea what the fuck they are painting. It was supposed to be tranquil, but now it's oddly competitive and someone's on fire.

e) Cook-along. Paired up, the sinners and staff have to make dishes for dinner together, and it is as chaotic as you imagine.

f) Pillow fight or water gun related shennanigans. Which quickly escalates.

g) The Only Use Slang from Your Time game where others have to guess what the FUCK you are on about. It starts to get weird when someone makes quite the boner, and others have oodles of fun about it.

h) The weird activity where you're chained together and have to care for an egg with a face on it or a bag of sugar with googly eyes. Charlie misremembers how the activity goes due to sleep deprivation and it gets odd fast.

i) The Compliment Each Other session. Which gets uncomfortable fast because they're all sarcastic motherfuckers.

j) Murder in the Dark game gone violently wrong.

k) Hide'n'Seek with no end date or time specifically given, so someone nearly has a heart attack in the bathroom when someone with glowing eyes appears by the shower or hovering over them as they sleep. "Found yoooooooou".

l) The Vaggie spiked everyone's drinks so they'd sleep and shut the fuck up because she's had it with their bullshit Activity. She does feel a little guilty... but the chance to actually fall asleep without the palce exploding or burning down is delightful...

m) The Where's Niffty? Exercise that's more an everyday chore of tracking her down than a session but everyone searches in forced pairs.

etc

[ferromagnetiic]

YOUR 2ND SUPER SECRET HAPPY BIRTHDAY MESSAGE AAAAAA (you sent me two, so you get two - it is the law) 📣🎂🎉🥳🎂🎉📣 I LOVE YOOOOOOOOU.

　thank you for always being so kind, to me and everyone. i think i wrote this to you the other day - but you're so warm, and inviting, and you make everyone feel so special & valued without fail. you pop on the dashboard or come back from hiatus and everyone goes crazy, like "THE COOL FRIEND IS BACK! HE'S BACK, AAAAAAAA!"

but that's the kind of energy you deserve - the the time, but especially for your birthday!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ILY

@mingos

♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ // WILDERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ILYSM you're the freaking cutest person in the world what the heck i will CRY, i feel so loved. I'm so lucky to have such a lovely friendship circle, you're all so sweet to me i was really really happy when I saw this and saw your post about it too because i wasn't expecting many people to even know it was my birthday?? and i wasn't feeling too well either. but then when i saw all the messages in my inbox i was so excited, it really did make it a special day, i was so happy and it made me feel so much better

I wish I could send you birthday cake or something because i would give you an extra big piece. i love you so much, thank you for thinking of me and doing something so nice for me <3

birthday party week extends until the end of August so we can have a joined birthday with you, me, and Lala ok!

[outofthiisworld]

GOTHIC LITERATURE.

( bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies. repost, don’t reblog. )

DRACULA.－ cold to the touch. flickering light. cold breath upon your neck. billowing white gowns. midnight strolls. pearl trimmed bands. the fall from grace. indulging in your deepest desires. the fear of outsiders. dark imaginations. bloodstained sheets. something lurking in the shadows. the urge to run away. glowing eyes in the darkness. the scent of garlic. preying on the weak. the power to both bring and take life.

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GREY. ー old bookshelves. kisses on the hand. a drug-induced stupor. the pursuit of pleasure. devotion to the finer things in life. prizing youth and beauty above all. paying the ultimate price. blood red errors painted over in white snow. breaking the heart of the one you love. losing what’s left of your humanity.

FRANKESTEIN. ー frantic sketches. the stench of something rotten. a scream from the woods. unorthodox beliefs. candles burning out. the crunch of leaves. dangerous knowledge. contemplating existence. the chill of winter in your bones. dark ambitions. prometheus reborn. the contrast between life and death.

THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO. ーfalse accusations. taking justice into your own hands. justice. elaborate schemes. playing upon others’ weaknesses. the solitude of the ocean. an ever-changing identity. an alienation from humanity. dissatisfaction in your life. escaping from prison.

Tagged by: @lambfated (thank yoooooooou! <3) Tagging: pspspspsps'ing you like a cat

[fluffyuri]

"Oh, wow! How convenient! Thanks, Yuri~!" She smiles as she gladly accepts the tea from her friend. She sips it and sighs contently. "Ahhh, just like good old times together~." Another siiiiiiiiiip.

"Oh, you did that? For me? That's why my tummy stopped hurting?" She sets her cup down and scoots over to hug Yuri tightly again. "Awww, thank yoooooooou. I really appreciated that, ya know~?" Squiiiiiish.

Yuri leans into the hug, all this extra padding does make Sayori an even better hugger. Yuri would have thought that impossible mere minutes ago. "Of course, I mean you feeling sick was no fun. So it's only natural to want to help you out right? I'm sure you would do the same after all."

[brownhairedbookworm]

And in crashes Sayori, absolutely excited because she knows this smell and has been waiting excitedly since she got here for it to happen! "Ahhh, Mama! You're making my favorite~!" And she hurries over to hug her mother from behind, so happy to get such a favorite treat. "I looooooove yoooooooou~."

"Hahaha, me cailín, of course! Only your Mama would make it the way you love it, for now~." She wiggles back gently, as she keeps cooking over her hot stove top.

Sayori smiles and stays like this with her mother, looking around the kitchen idly as she does. And then she notices the pot and the veggies soup dip and the floating knife. Floating knife?

"Whoooooooah?? Mama, have you become psychic?"

"Why, whatever do you mean, child~?" Ahh, hamming it up as she looks over. "Oh! That's not me! Eeeeek!!", she says as she shifts away playfully and sets the finished sandwich down on her 'done' plate. "What's the meaning of this~?"

Sayori hums as she stares at the ghost knife, before tilting her head to try and figure it out. "Hmmmm??"

The knife moves with Monika's laughter, as she holds it just above the very smashed garlic. "Oh, that's clever, mamá, thank you for the help~" She picks the cutting board up and scrapes the garlic off into the soup pot, still giggling. "Let's see...~"

She quickly, and perhaps a bit too harshly, chops the head and roots off of a green onion and brings the split green end over to Sayori, tucking it behind her ear. Monika can't keep from laughing even harder. "What an accessory, my dear, you look fabulous~"

The spooky cooking continues, Monika setting the pot's heat on and squirting in a little veggie stock to get things started!

[evilminji]

I'm back! And by Zone this still HAUNTS me! >:Dc

You may be asking! "But Evil! Oh fabulously good looking and talented writer that you are! How did they MEET?" Which is understandable, basically EVERYONE but them is deeply confused. But! We must once again Remember and Reference *slaps Ra's time-line* that THIS baby? Has SOOOOOO much room for High Drama, Warrior Of Legend and Shadows, sword dueling and Machiavellian Bullshit!

The man's had MULTIPLE KIDS.

Even MORE Rivals Of The Era(TM) and lovers of Exemplary Skills in their chosen fields!

He also? Flirts and Seductively Subtexts at his favorite opponent like an absolute monster! Just? Non-stop. Nothing gets the blood up like a good ol fashioned Live Steel, roof top, duel to the presumed Death! Preferably atop a train racing through a perilous mountain range, during a ferocious thunderstorm, or at night as they pass through some cenic city full of lights.

You know... as one does.

He really does miss the days when Hot Young Exceptional Individuals would just? Grab a horse, a weapon, and come try to kill him. Maybe dedicate their lives to chasing him down and thwarting his schemes.

The youth these days are so BORING.

Oooooh, your technology box is threatening mine. Oh no. How ever will I recover? Why don't you try shooting at me from half a continent away next? Cower in a bunker like vermin, while trying to play "squash the dot" on your little screens? Pathetic! Boring!

Is there NO ONE to give him the fight he desires?!

*enter stage "Fuck Yoooooooou!" as Danny drop kicks one of his ninja down the street behind him*

He was probably at some highly traditional little café. Planning to have a "I'm totally Threatening You" chat with someone. Maybe stretch his legs and/or influence a bit. When? One of his underlings tried to intimidated the WRONG Feral Honey Badger, son.

Welcome too Pain.

Needless to say? It escalates. You kick ONE ninjas ass? His buddy's gonna take exception to that. So you kick HIS ass. You were just looking for a spot to get lunch, after all. Got things to do. And these guys are BORING. But! You kick a TEAM of ninjas asses?

Well now, suddenly their CAPTAIN wants a word.

Then HIS buddies.

Then THEIR commander.

All of a sudden? It's become A Whole Thing(tm). The street is full of ninja. You are still lunch-less. This has stopped being novel and midly amusing about 15 ninja ago. Then? They Dramaticly Part. A shop door is held open. Big Boss must be arriving. Time to kick HIS ass and go get lunch.

But!

Oh No. HE'S HOT.

Striding out with his Dramatic ass, silly looking, cloak. Which SHOULD be hilarious but somehow looks all Powerful and Cool. Traditional clothing, that hug his body in an open shirted and VERY favorable way. Almost aggressively masculine with all those masterfully honed muscles, perfectly complementary cologne, and darkly refined yet old-fashioned style.

Stance effortly balanced and instinctive.

Head tilted up at a regal and commanding angle.

He looks like a sexy warlord, straight from some work of high fiction. And he's being handed a sword. A NICE, master's work, well used but carefully maintained, LIVE BLADE. Oh.... Oh No.

He wants to fight?

But Danny's body isn't ready! His hair is a mess and he's been traveling all day! *flustered sputtering in Ghost* nuuuuuu~ ( TT-TT) why does Danny keep meeting Hot People only when he looks LIKE GARBAGE?!

Because! Ghosts? Fight to socialize. There is SUBTEXT(TM) to their fighting. Maaaybe its "ha! I think I'm stronger then you!" But maybe it's "hey! Let's be friends!". On occasion? It's even MORE then that. Sometimes? It's "hey ;) noticed your Super Awesome Fighting ;) wanna get up close and personal with me? And~ Fiiiight~♡ ;) "

Ra's is giving off "VERY Bad Boy Who Wants To DO THINGS To You" energy in this club tonight. Well, moderately small, countryside town at mid-day. But STILL! Danny was NOT PREPARED! Shocked, flustered, and maybe he's into this? He DOESNT KNOW?! Such aggressive SEDUCTION, SIR!

Did Ra's INTEND to send this Subtext? Not really. He came here to see the man delivering his highly trained underlings such humiliating defeat. But the youth does not back down. Does not grovel. Handles himself well.

It might be amusing, he thinks.

If it weren't for Pandora? Danny would be utterly CURB STOMPED. He's fought actual Concepts that hit less hard. The blade sings, the dance deadly, as it takes Danny everything he HAS to barely hold on.

His blood stains the blade.

Not much, but Ra's DOES get cuts in. However? It's enough for the sunlight to his those infinitesibly small bits of Ectoplasm in his blood, which makes up half of what he IS now, and light the droplets an almost iridescent green.

Green in a shade Ra's has WORSHIPPED for centuries.

Oh~?

The young man throws himself BACK and away. No where to flee, yet he is not trying too. Ra's allows it. Just to see what he will do. Then? Like blinding sunlight of the Pits surface, a rolling wave. Curtains parting to reveal the truth. A man made of Ice and Starlight. A magnificent Lazarus green light, like divinity shining from his skin. Eyes the color of the deepest waters of the Pits.

He becomes something MORE.

And no longer does Ra's hold the easy advantage. It? Is EXHILARATING. Each blow he blocks a fatale one, capable of caving in a lesser man's torso. The speed and boneless grace. His opponent free of gravities hold, as though floating the coldest waters, yet striking like meteors battering the Earth.

Ice, burning green light, and in the end?

A haunting swan song that rips apart all before it.

Ra's opponent escapes. More then half his men are critically wounded. He has broken ribs and more bruises then he's had in DECADES. He has? Not felt so ALIVE in over a century. Perhaps longer.

So obviously he tracks the man down again.

Repeatedly.

To his endless delight? Unlike CERTAIN people, the man flirts back. Fights brutally. They dance between death and passion, tearing up everything in their wake. The man seeming to be genuinely flattered and intrigued by Ra's interest. And really, Ra's is nothing if not a persuasive man.

They drink fine wines as they battle wits, they dine as they smirk and purr such DEADLY threats, there are such MAGNIFICENT battles at every local. He sends Danny, (not Daniel, never Daniel, unless he wishs too invoke disgust) gifts. Blades and treasures from beyond Earth's soil. Interesting information on places to visit or explore.

For Danny is free and unrestrained, wild in his nature.

For once it is RA'S who chases. He can not say it is unpleasant. Rather, it has become an exciting turn of events. But... once AGAIN? Those insipid and short sighted "Heros" meddle. While he had been careful to keep his passions from the eyes of the Detective and his ilk, he underestimated the rare intelligence of those costumed imbeciles closer to Nanda Prabat.

They confronted Danny.

Ran their ill informed and uneducated mouths.

And NOW? They've gotten Danny's back up. Twisted the truth into something Danny will never accept. Ras has had no chance to ease him into things, to explain his ambitions. And now he flits and flees at even the SLIGHTEST indication of Ra's or his men's presence! It is like chasing the wind itself!

Ra's is FURIOUS.

Not at Danny, of course, he is merely being true to his nature. Made no secret of his views or stances. But at those IMBECILES? At the so called "villains" who should have been KEEPING THEM OUT OF HIS LOVE LIFE? Livid. Wroth.

And now his CHILDREN. His GRANDCHILDREN! Are acting like they have a say in who he does and does not marry! Whom he takes to his bed! Must he ask their permission to hold his lovers HAND next?! For how long did he tolerate your infatuation with the Detective, Talia?! Long after he had proven unreasonable? That's what he thought.

Now if you'll EXCUSE him, not that you have a say, he shall be planning a raid on several illicit stores of alien technology. He requires bait, if he is to entice his lover to stop fleeing and actually SPEAK with him. *dramatically exits*

@hdgnj @hypewinter @nerdpoe @lolottes @mutable-manifestation

Oh... Oh No(TM) :Dc

You know how occasionally? Ra's has to get dunked to rehydrate in that good, good Youth Soup? And probably comes out looking Damningly Fine AF, as a chisled warrior man in his late to mid 20s?

........okay, so HEAR ME OUT.....

You ever date a Hot Passionate Bad Boy, that you KNOW is probably bad for you? Because he is REALLY charismatic? Remembers all the important dates and details. Has Hot Blooded roof top sword fights and dramatic cliff side brawls, with you? Talks like the most Dramatic! Nerd! You have? Ever Heard! *mysterious musical sting by full orchestra*

Swishy cape?

VERY Impressive muscles.

But so High Drama that even you, "Commit To The Bit" Danny, of the Good and Noble House "WHY IS EVERYTHING ON FIRE!?" Fenton, find him... occasionally A Bit Much(tm)?

Just? A REALLY Bad Idea in attractively form fighting luxury wear.

You get too fight ninjas.

..........Danny's not SAYING he gave into his worst Dumbass Thirst Impulses... but, uhhh, he's also? Not NOT saying it?

And it's becoming a problem.

Cause apparently their whole family is CLINGLY (Bruce, in the background of the call: No. REALLY? You DONT SAY?) when they decide they've found The One. And he was unaware of the Murder Cult. Yes! He KNOWS! Should have asked where the ninjas came from! But in his defense...

Hot man, no shirt-y, Danny brain go Dumb and Drools.

He had a fancy sword and wanted to fight, Jazz.

Danny was FLUSTERED!

He refuses to be Mrs. Cult Leader, Jazz! You dealt with hot bad boy Exs! What does he do!?

And just? Jazz? So... so tired. Dear lord, she thought Dani was bad. But no. No Dani came by her... EVERYTHING, honestly, didn't she? It's genetic. It has to be. Danny what the FUCK? When she said "you should get out more and see the workd" this is NOT WHAT SHE MEANT!

Danny? Is not really feeling the helpful vibes here, Jazz. Fine. He'll hunt down Talia. She'll help him! Surely SHE won't want him to be her new step-dad! Hmmmph! *click*

And THAT! Is how the Bats meet their new Son/Brother-in-Law, Danny. Jazz's baby brother.

@hdgnj @nerdpoe @hypewinter @the-witchhunter @babbling-babull @lolottes @mutable-manifestation

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🎀🎉💞💝🕯️💎🧿 for the asks plssssss thank yoooooooou

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

🥹🥹🥹 i like to think my writing is funny and flows well

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

"woot woot its done time to slam myself against sticks window to see what she thought of it bc hers is the only opinion i take to heart"

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

i really dont know. its like.... if it matches the idea well enough. like it can have the smoothest flow and you can hear the characters voices with how accurate the dialogue is but if it doesnt match up with the idea in my head its getting scrapped

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

idk i think responses to my fics kinda line up with my expectations for the most part. i wasnt expecting the volume on some of them but the content made sense

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

not ones ive written, but i have had that happen with fics ive read

💎why is writing important to you?

because if i didnt have an outlet for all these ideas my brain would fry from an overload. im trying to keep supercomputer amounts of science AND creative information and i simply dont have the storage space in my little commadore 64* brain. as it stands theres already ideas that get lost before i can open a doc

*ok maybe commadore 64 isnt giving me wnough credit. but definitely that pc youve had for 10 years that freezes up if you have more than 5 things going at once

🧿what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn't going how you'd like it to?

i write for the two of us. if i like it and you like it everyone else is just a bonus. sometimes that bonus is 3 people sometimes that bonus is overwhelming hundreds. and if someone decides that they dont like it enough to go out of their way to tell me well that sounds like a them problem and i wont dignify it with a response.

[ladarhatorilichozo]

Miq sighs softly in relief to relax again, hugging into Samus just as nicely as she can as they sit like this. "Brain knows it's you now, so now it's okay~." And now more nestling and nuzzling into it. "Mmmmph, much better. Thank yoooooooou~."

"You're welcome~" She gently rubs her hands across Miq's back, smiling. Having someone's trust like this is something special. Samus knows very few people have it from her... Which includes Miq, now that she thinks of it. When was the last time Samus had a hug from anyone? Was it Miq's Christmas visit?