#I love him guys it's baaaad

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Oooo, congrats on the boyf and gf-in-law, Bexxx!

Thank you! The Boyf in question and I had a date today, finished watching the second half of the new Scott Pilgrim show, it was awesome and soooo needed.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Yandere Raiden x reader x Yandere Fujin? Or feed my delusional mind with just Yandere mk men x reader- with that harem “no she’s mine! Not yours!”

“Alright, men please listen up. Y/N can only choose one of us..which means you all will have to die.”

A/N: I love a delusional queen from infinity to infinityyyyyy. MHMM OFC!!! Anything for my delusional friends…I didn’t have Raiden in this one because I’m going to give you some good stuff in a separate post. I have Raiden and Fujin fighting for you in that. Plus a bonus;) this has been my favorite request so far.

Warnings: Johnny cage💀, Yandere/Toxic Themes, mentions of stalking, harassment, violence, a bit suggestive???

Requests: open 24/7

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Let’s be real, the mk men are perpetually thirsty. Actually all the characters are to be honest. Did you hear the flirty dialogue?? Even the keeper is trying to get some of that action.

So really it’s no shocker that you, the new fighter, have all the attention from them.

Johnny is undoubtedly the first to strike. He may be an older man now but damn, you make him feel like he’s 20 again. He just cannot control making some kind of flirtatious comment when he sees you walk by.

“Woah, woah, woah, now sweetheart. I think you and I should have a nice long conversation. Get to know each other a little…or a lot…dealers choice.” ;)

Yeahh he doesn’t care that he has a kid and a mortgage. Cassie is grown now and Sonya doesn’t want him anymore…so free game, baby.

His eyes are hungry and he barely can hold himself back from pouncing on you—

Liu Kang and Kung Lao see this and apologize for his behavior towards you. They introduced themselves and of course did their absolute best to make you feel at home.

Don’t let this fool you though, those are some sinful monks. They are no better than Johnny and they want you real baaaad.

“So, Y/N. What is your skill set? Wait. Let me guess, you use beauty essence to trap your opponent in a daze before knocking them out?”

Liu Kang jabs Kung Lao in the stomach with his elbow, before speaking to you.

“I’m sorry for these two. You are very beautiful but please know we are just as excited to train with you as we would anyone else. Anytime you’d like to spar, please, don’t hesitate to find me.”

Ahh he’s so damn slick…he just wants a reason to pin you downnnn

“Hey! Liu Kang don’t you mean us? We all would like to train with you darling~. Some people like to fight over in the courtyard but if you’d like I have a very special place called, me casa.”

“I would also like to train with you…in the courtyard of course. I mean unless you prefer—“

“Thanks? Umm..I appreciate all of your….offers. I’m supposed to actually meet with Raiden, I’m just a little lost. Have you guys—-“

Before you could even finish your sentence all three of them bombarded you with offers and began fighting over each other, debating who actually knows how to find Lord Raiden the best.

“Uhh—“

That pretty much sets the tone for how everyone acts around you.

By a month or so into you being here, everyone knows about you. Especially the men. You’re all they talk about.

At first it was simply chatter about you being a new kombatant for earthrealm and of course mentions of your beauty.

But since learning more about and becoming closer with you, the little infatuations have turned into full blown obsessions.

No one can seem to get enough of you, even the grand masters have trouble focusing when you’re around. Hanzo and Kai Liang may disagree on many things but you are one of the few things they can get behind.

They are both trying to recruit you to their different clans so they can be fully entitled to you.

Scorpion wants extreme control over you, he wants to shape you into the perfect companion. He wants you to be just as poised as his wife once was. You already have her beauty so just let him perfect you.

Sub-Zero wants you to become his equal. What he failed to do with Frost, he will make up with you. How more beautiful you’d become if only your heart was frozen over.

Either one will stop at nothing to have you. A trophy they could boast over. For a second you ended a centuries-long feud, both agreeing on your excellence…only for it to start all over again for who is more worthy to own you.

This isn’t isolated to just them, all the men are fighting for your attention. Arguing about who you actually belong to, bragging about how much attention they got from you, and comparing it to each other. Don’t get me started on that. Mk men are so needy for your attention. Whenever they can’t get it, they resort to other ways.

Johnny is such a filthy pervert. You don’t wanna give him the time of day? Fine, he’ll take matters into his own hands.

He’s your very own paparazzi, you should be grateful that he’s taking this many pictures of you. You’re the first and only.

It doesn’t matter that he’s doing it without your consent or knowledge…. He’ll jump into the flesh pits if that meant getting the perfect shot of you…let him have this.

He refuses to share these with the other guys, it’s just for him. Over his dead body will Kano or someone else see you like this.

Shang Tsung has also caught wind of you and you’re a pretty sight indeed. He doesn’t want you to fight in the tournament. A gorgeous soul like you should be locked away in his throne room. He always tries to bribe you with fortune and power. He can offer you so much more than these rodents. If you need an extra push in his direction, a little trickery may help with that….he has no shame using an incantation on you.

Liu Kang and Kung Lao are no better. They manipulate that fact you see them as good friends as a way to be in the limelight.

They stalk you just as much as the rest, sometimes separately but often times together. It always ends up in a fight between the two tho because one person starts shit talking…

“Idk Kang. A woman like that would never be into you. Kitana barely even looks your way…what makes you think Y/N will? Besides, she called me cute.”

“Yeah, I think she’ll think it’s real ‘cute’ how I destroy you in the tournament..”

Perverted as Cage. Kung Lao is extremely touchy while sparring. He loves to “teach” you things. He never shines away from a moment to flex all of his years of training under the shaolin and that he’s a self proclaimed expert.

For some reason when he’s fixing your form, his hand always winds up a little too far up…hmm strange.

Liu Kang loves when you watch him workout or spar with others. When it’s finally your turn to be his opponent, he never holds back.

You cannot catch a break. Gifts and proposals are constantly sent to your door and no matter how much you try to decline, it just won’t stop coming. Sure being basically waited on, and desired by many is really nice. Every girls dream! But you have to admit just how it is scary having such dangerous men obsessed with you.

There hasn’t been a moment in the last few months where you’ve ever felt completely alone. The feeling that someone is always watching you has never left.

And, occasionally you would awkwardly overhear or walk in on a group of men fighting about you.

“With all due disrespect, I believe a babe like that would prefer a star like me. She’s all mine”

“Nonsense. Y/N belongs to the Shirai Ryu. Both her beauty and skill makes her a viable asset to the clan. You can fight me in hell over it, Cage.”

It doesn’t get any better when the tournament starts.

I think the men forgot they were fighting for their realms because it quickly turned into a fight for dominance.

A tournament that was once a noble cause, turned into a bloody showcase. Every man dedicating their wins to you, making sure to send a cheeky flex or wink your way.

Besides, what value did their realms hold if you weren’t there with them.

[planetpedri]

Soren — Pedri Gonzalez.

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Fem!Reader

Summary: You loved everything about your boyfriend. From the way his cheeks always flushes so easily, to his captivating eyes, to the shape of his nose.

Word count: 310+

Disclaimer/s: fluff. sickening fluff.

A/N: guys i love him baaad + his nose is actually guys it’s sickening. i need him baaaad.

Pedri’s head rested on your chest, his eyes shut and breathing slow. He’d had a long, extensive training session, and all he asked of you was that you laid with him. He just wanted to be with you, rest with you.

The TV played quietly in the background, a show you’d long since lost track of. Your eyes trailed Pedri’s face, examining each and every part of it. You’d done the same thing multiple times before, you just never had enough. He was perfect.

His cheeks were still slightly flushed from going straight from practice to the shower at your shared apartment. Your eyes trailed to his nose, which was probably your favorite feature. It was sculpted perfectly with a small bump at the top.

Your hand mindlessly trailed up his arm—that was loosely wrapped around your waist, up to his shoulders, and eventually his face. Your pointer finger found his nose, tracing up and down the slope, going over the prominent bone.

You stop when his eyes flutter open, going crosseyed momentarily to look at your finger. “What’re you doing?” He asks through a drowsy tone, making it clear he was still tired.

Pulling your hand back, you blush. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Pedri shakes his head, “don’t apologize. It’s okay.” He was smiling, a sleepy, lopsided smile, but a smile nonetheless.

“You have a pretty nose, y’know that?” You hum, pressing a soft kiss to it.

Your boyfriend chuckles, “weird thing to notice.. but, you have a pretty face in general, did you know what?” He tilts his head back to fully face you, loving the way your cheeks reddened as you rolled your eyes.

“Cheesy. Go back to bed, amor.”

Pedri laughs, resting his head back on your chest and tightening his grip on you. “Good idea.” And in seconds, he’s fast asleep, quiet breaths leaving his lips.

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DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby @gadriezmannsgirl @unx100to !

[sapphire-writes]

Thin Ice (modern!HOTD)

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Cregan Stark x Reader

summary: Part one of you and Aegon's plan comes to fruition at the Bears vs. Knights game and the after-party that follows.

word count: 4.6k

warnings: 18+ spicy stuff below the cut (thigh riding, exhibitionist), language, drinking, descriptions of being intoxicated

note: hope you enjoy my loves 😘

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prev chapter ~ Chapter 2: Party Girl ~ next chapter

Sara Snow prides herself on not being easy to surprise. She and Baela are scarily alike, both wild and willful and down to try anything at least once. 

“For the plot!” they’ll scream at you, usually encouraging you to do something reckless. 

Usually involving a night out, several rounds of mixed drinks, and someone flashing their tits out the Uber’s window. 

But when a sharp knock came on the door to her on-campus apartment she shares with her best friends late on a Thursday night, she was surprised to find Aegon Targaryen on the other side. 

A perfectly shaped eyebrow raises as she rests a hand on her hip.

“Aegon,” she says, “what a nice surprise.”

He smiles politely at Sara.

“Y/N home?” he asks.

Sara’s other eyebrow joins the first.

“You’re looking for Y/N?” she asks.

At the sound of your name, you leap from the couch, hurrying toward the door. Though Thursday nights were usually prime times to go out, you had convinced Sara to stay in for a wine night. You’d spent the time it takes to finish 2 bottles of wine scouring the Knight’s roster, and stalking Cregan and Jace’s social media accounts. 

You stumble momentarily, tipsy and red-faced from the wine. Normally you’d throw a sweatshirt on to cover yourself, but you barely think about rushing to the door in your favorite matching pajama set. It’s a cute one, the soft purple shorts and tank top hugs your curves perfectly, leaving little to the imagination. 

“There you are,” Aegon teases as you appear, “brought something for my favorite puck bunny.”

Sara’s jaw slacks as Aegon tosses you what he holds in his hands. Her wide eyes meet yours, a proud smile tugging at her lips.

“What’s this?” you ask, unraveling the fabric, and being greeted by the number 29.

“My practice jersey,” Aegon tells you, “wear it to the game tomorrow.”

You raise your brows. 

“What?”

Aegon rolls his eyes at your confusion.

“You. Wear. My. Jersey.” he says slowly.

“I got it Aegon,” you say, eyes narrowing, “how is this going to help?”

“Well for one, that’s your in to the hockey house party,” Aegon says, nodding at the jersey, “second of all, guys want what other guys have, you following?”

Your cheeks flush.

“This was not part of the plan,” you tell him.

“You want Stark to notice you, or what?” he asks, “trust me, this will get him all riled up, up in arms about you.”

You glance at Sara. She snatches the jersey, holds it up against your torso, and tilts her head.

“She’ll wear it,” Sara says, looking back at Aegon, “thanks Egg.”

“Uh huh,” Aegon says, eyes flickering over the brunette. 

Something stirs in your stomach but leaves as quickly as it came as Aegon drags his violet eyes back to yours. 

“Close your mouth,” he tells you. 

You didn’t realize it was open, slamming your teeth together. Aegon frowns playfully.

“You drunk?”

“No,” you answer, but it's followed by a hiccup.

Aegon chuckles.

“Enjoy your night ladies,” he says, backing up, “remember, wear the jersey. Pair it with something cute.”

“She will,” Sara says, closing the door, “bye Egg.”

“Bye,” he says, nodding at you.

Sara closes the door, turning her head slowly toward you.

“You are a baaaad girl,” she chastises, “are you fucking Aegon?”

“What?” your cheeks heat, “No! No, of course not!”

Sara giggles.

“What do you mean of course not,” Sara says, walking toward the fridge, “I’ve blown Aegon.”

It’s your turn to be surprised. 

“What?”

“Oh Hel knows,” Sara says, opening a new bottle of wine, “it was a one-time thing.”

“Ummm when?” you ask, as she fills your glass.

Sara shrugs.

“A year ago I guess? At a party,” Sara tells you, “nice dick.”

“Sara ohmygod,” you say giggling, “did Hel freak? How am I just now hearing about this?”

Sara shakes her head while taking a sip from her own glass. A rock settles in your stomach, but you ignore the uncomfortable feeling. 

“Nah, Hel doesn’t care, she knows it wasn’t serious,” Sara tells you. 

“Do you like him?” you ask.

“Nooo,” Sara teases, “I’m into brunettes now. So he’s all yours.”

“I’m into goalies,” you say, taking a sip from your glass. 

The rest of the night is spent giggling and laughing until you both fall asleep in the living room rather than in your own beds. 

Friday goes by quickly, you don’t have class. You text Aegon to see if he wants to start studying. You’d exchanged numbers after making your deal.

The ice rink looms in front of you as you walk with the crowd for entrance to the game. Being a King's Landing student has its perks, free tickets when you show your student ID. The whole campus practically attends. 

“This is going to be so fun!” Sara squeals, hopping up and down with excitement. 

Baela presses down on her shoulders, but she’s smiling all the while. Helaena and Rhaena opted to stay in for the evening, not the biggest fans of crowds and sporting events. You make your way to bleaches, tucking in to enjoy the game. 

“I gotta get my hands on Jace’s jersey,” Sara says, shaking her head, “cause damn you look official.”

You blush, tugging at the rough material of Aegon’s practice jersey. You can’t help but notice several stares from people around you, as you proudly wear Targaryen across your back. 

“Damn, the boy looks good in a goal,” Baela tells you, nudging you with her elbow as the game begins.

You blush, biting your lower lip as you watch the game. 

The Bears are no match for the Knights, and they have a clean sweep victory, as the stadium roars. Aegon yanks his helmet off, shaking his sweaty silver hair, tongue wagging as Arryx Cargyll smashes into him. You’re far away, but it only takes a second to see the glint of his tongue ring. Jesus Christ. You roll your eyes.

Cregan has removed his helmet too, dark hair clinging to his face and neck with sweat, a proud, wolfish grin on his face as he clasps Jace on the shoulder. 

“Finally!” Sara squeals grabbing you and Baela’s hands, “C’mon, let’s go.”

You all go to Baela’s dorm to get ready, it's closer to the stadium than you and Sara’s apartment, switching from your game outfits to your party outfits. You opt for a little black dress; classic, and wraps around your curves like a second skin. You fold Aegon’s jersey, intending to give it back to him at a later date. 

“Just leave it here,” Baela says, shrugging. 

You enter the hockey house easily. There’s a crowd out front, but Sara is as determined as you’d ever seen her, pushing right to the front where John Umber leans against the door. She bats her lashes at him.

“Aegon invited us,” she says proudly and John looks over at you. 

“Tutor girl, right,” he says moving aside, “enjoy ladies.”

Sara winks at John as you enter, music blaring, lights flashing. The room is alive with people, excited after the game. You spot Jace Velaryon and Sara turns to you.

“How do I look?” she asks, fixing her hair.

“Like a goddess, as always,” you tell her, and Baela nods in agreement. 

“Wish me luck,” she says, “will you be okay?”

“We got this, Sara,” Baela says, fluffing her hair.

Sara smirks and moves through the crowd. Baela cranes her neck. 

“I’m going to find some drinks,” she tells you, “Aegon’s over there!”

You turn around, spotting Aegon leaning against the wall, chatting with someone else from the team. You and Baela split up as you make your way over to him. Aegon glances at you as you come closer, looking you up and down. He pushes off the wall, placing his hands on your hips, and pushing you against it. 

“What are you doing?” you hiss, as Aegon moves closer to you, trapping you against the wall.

His hands squeeze your hips as he presses his body against you, ever so slightly. 

“Relax,” he murmurs against your ear, lips barely brushing against your lobe. 

Your eyelids flutter at the action as warmth pools in your belly, as his lips press against the sensitive spot underneath your ear. 

“Is he watching?” Aegon murmurs, moving his hand to cup underneath your ass.

“Who?” you whisper, lost in the sensation.

Aegon chuckles.

“Cregan, you goof,” he says through his laugh, the vibrations tingling against your neck, “I spent a lot of time hyping you up today. At practice, in the locker room.” 

Your eyes snap open, and you look around the room, searching for him. Sure enough, he’s sitting on the couch next to a table of drinks, his eyes flickering toward you before he looks away suddenly. You can’t really tell, but it looks like he’s blushing. 

Across the room, Cregan turns to Jace.

“Who’s that girl with Aegon?” he murmurs, lips barely moving.

Jace tags a swig from his beer, before glancing across the room. 

“Where?”

“Over there,” Cregan says nodding his head, “She was wearing his jersey at the game.”

Jace spots you, noting Aegon’s hands on your waist, his lips on your neck. He tells Cregan your name, taking another sip of his beer. 

“She’s nice,” Jace tells him, “not sure what she’s doing with Aegon.”

“Hmm,” Cregan says, his eyes not leaving you.

“Hey Jace,” Sara says, sitting down between him and Cregan, “Great game, you were awesome.”

Cregan scoots over to make room, as Sara wiggles closer to Jace. 

“Thanks,” Jace says, smiling politely.

He looks over Sara’s shoulder at Cregan, who gives him an encouraging nod. 

Aegon’s teeth scrape against your neck, and your free hand tangles itself in his hair. He’s good at this, you knew he would be. You almost lose yourself in the sensation, it's been so long since someone was touching you like this. You want to melt into him, let him play your body like an instrument. 

“Now go over there,” he purrs against your ear.

Shit. Snap out of it. This is Helaena’s brother. 

“Huh? Why?” you ask confused.

“So you can go over there and talk to Stark,” Aegon tells you, “and tell him how I asked you to get me a drink, which you’re more than happy to do.”

“I am?” you ask.

“Mhmm,” Aegon says, lips close enough to press a kiss against your throat, “You want Stark to think you’re a good girl, don’t you?”

“I guess,” you breathe, fingers still playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

You can feel Aegon’s smirk against you, breath hitch in his throat as you tug his silver locks.

“You guess?” he asks, “am I distracting you bunny?”

You chuckle, giving his hair a not-so-gentle tug. To your surprise, he lets out a breathless groan. 

“You wish,” you tell him, staring into his violet eyes.

Aegon wets his lips, staring back. He squeezes your waist before tapping you on the ass.

“Go on,” he tells you, nodding toward the table.

You begin to walk over, Aegon watching you walk away. 

“Hey Egg,” you hear Lydia Tyrell say, sliding up next to him.

Your heart is hammering in your chest as you grab a red solo cup, standing in line waiting for the keg. You glance at the couch, and Sara catches your eye sending you a wink. Cregan is looking in the opposite direction and you glance away quickly. None of this is going to work. Why would Cregan be interested in you if you came here with Aegon? Wore Aegon’s jersey?

You glance back, noticing Lydia Tyrell tracing her nails up Aegon’s arm as he leans in to whisper something in her ear. You roll your eyes. Great, now you look even more foolish. You’re silently cursing Aegon, vowing never to help him with philosophy again when someone taps on your shoulder. 

“Hey,” the rough voice of Cregan Stark says as you turn around.

Your eyes widen, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Hi,” you squeak, crushing the cup nervously in your hand, “Oh, shit I-”

“Here, let me get you another one,” Cregan says, taking the cup and chuckling.

“It’s for Aegon actually,” you tell him, causing Cregan to raise an eyebrow.

“You know Aegon doesn’t drink, right?” Cregan says to you, as your jaw slacks.

“What?”

“Yeah, he's in recovery, we have soda though,” Cregan tells you.

“I didn’t know that,” you tell him, mentally freaking out that now Cregan must think you’re an idiot, “we’re not super close.”

“Yeah?” Cregan asks, “Close enough to invite you to the game.”

His tone is curious like he’s trying to figure out your game plan. His warm brown eyes flicker over your face, paying close attention. 

“Helaena’s my friend,” you tell him, “Just supporting him for her, she couldn’t make it.”

“You’re cute,” Cregan says, “That’s sweet.”

“Yeah,” you tell him, blushing even more, “I’m just his tutor. He can get a little handsy. Consider this my escape.” You raise your cup in a salute. 

“I think you’re free now,” he says nodding to where Aegon stands.

His hands are wrapped around Lydia Tyrell, squeezing her ass as she giggles, pressing up against him. Your eyebrows raise, breath rushing out of your lungs. 

“Awesome,” you tell him, laughing nervously, “It’s fine cause-”

“Cregan!” a voice calls, as a girl pushes forward in the crowd. 

Aly Blackwood pushes forward, dark eyes flashing between you and Cregan. Her dark hair frames her face, mouth twisted in a pout. Your cheeks warm as she looks you up and down.

“You drive here?” Aly asks, effectively ignoring your presence.

“Yeah,” Cregan answers.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you don’t live at the house,” you tell him and he nods. 

“Yeah, not this year, finally got my own place away from these wolves,” Cregan says, flashing you a smile. 

“Can you drive me home?” Aly asks, cutting into the conversation, “I’m so tired, I need to get out of here.”

Cregan glances at you. 

“Who drove you here?”

“Lyanna Karstark, but she’s wasted,” Aly says pouting, “pretty please? I need to get her home.”

Cregan sighs, turning to you.

“Maybe we can finish this conversation another time?” Cregan asks, his voice hopeful.

You feel your cheeks heat up even more.

“I’d like that,” you tell him, giving him a small smile. 

Aly grabs his hand.

“Let’s stop at Mcdonald's too, I’m starving,” she says, tugging him away from you. 

Dammit. Not how this night was supposed to go. You watch them leave, taking a sip from your cup. Sara has effectively draped her legs across Jace Velaryon’s lap, engaging him in playful conversation. You watch as he strokes her calf absentmindedly. A hot flash of jealousy moves through you, though you’re happy for your best friend. 

You sigh as the music changes, people continue to dance around you. 

“Well, well, well,” a snarky voice says, “look who showed up.”

You turn around to see Jason Lannister. He looks the part of a douche, wearing a pastel polo shirt and khaki shorts that reach his mid-thigh. His golden hair is pushed off his smirking face. You roll your eyes.

“Fuck off Jay,” you tell him, turning away from him, “I’m not interested.”

“Why?” Jason asks, smirking into his cup, “You some kind of puck bunny now?”

There’s something about when Aegon calls you that, that is almost endearing. But when Jason says it, it’s meant to be degrading, you’re meant to feel insulted. Blush blooms on your cheeks as he scoffs at you. 

“You’ve dressed the part at least,” he continues, taking a sip and letting his eyes graze over your form. 

You fold your arms across your chest self-consciously, catching Sara’s eye across the room. She’s seated on Jace’s lap completely now, a grin on her face that fades as she sees who you’re with. Immediately she whispers to Jace before getting up off his lap and heading toward you. 

“Jason,” Sara says smoothly, stepping between you two, “I didn’t realize they’re letting anyone in here tonight.”

“Nice to see you too Sara,” Jason says smiling tightly.

“Where’d Cregan go?” Sara asks you.

“He had to drive Aly home,” you tell her, a frown playing on your lips.

“Tragic,” Sara says, sighing, “What a great guy Cregan Stark is, don’t ya think?”

Jason rolls his eyes.

“Was there something you wanted, Jay?” Sara asks as a new song begins to play, “Cause this is kind of our song, you know?”

She grabs your hand, dragging you toward the center of the room as the music starts. The bass is basting music, the very room nearly vibrating. 

“You know, us puck bunnies and all,” Sara says, grinning.

Sara holds your hand above your head as you dance, twirling you. You’re both laughing at Jason’s exasperated expression. This is not going the way he wants. Sara rests her arms on your shoulders, shamelessly flipping Jason off. 

You notice Aegon off to the side, violet eyes on you, grinning watching the display you are Sara are putting on. Sara follows your gaze, a mischievous smile appearing on her face.

“Want to really piss him off?” Sara asks.

“How?” you giggle, doing another drop as Sara howls.

“Like this,” Sara says, dropping your hand. 

She moves to the side of the room, grabbing Aegon’s hand and pulling him away from a pouting Lydia Tyrell and toward the dance floor. She whispers in his ear as she drags him along. Your eyes flash to Jason, his brow furrowed, face flushed with anger. 

Sara pushes Aegon in front of you as the song changes, turning to something slower and more sensual. Aegon grins at you, licking his lips. Your heart flutters in your chest.

“C’mere,” Aegon says, grabbing your hips.

You split your legs around his thigh, pulled flush against him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“What do I do?” you ask, face blushing.

“Just dance with me,” Aegon says, “move your body against me, like this.”

His hands squeeze your hips, rolling them against his thigh. A flash of pleasure sparks through you from grinding against him. Woah. 

“Just like that,” he encourages, as your lips part slightly.

The music continues as you become more confident in your movements, rolling your hips against him. It’s more grinding than dancing-more thigh riding than dancing. 

Aegon’s grin is wicked, watching your face and then looking over your shoulder at Jason before bringing a hand to your waist. The other rests on your ass, squeezing harshly, pushing your center down harder against his thigh. 

“He’s pissed,” Aegon murmurs against your ear, but you can barely think at this point.

It’s been too long since you���d been with someone, and the friction of his jeans against your clothed center feels too good, shit. You’re in the middle of a party. You’re in the middle of a fucking party and about to come on Aegon Targaryen’s thigh. 

“You’re doing so good,” he purrs, and you can feel the rings on his fingers against you.

Your nails are pressing into his neck, digging into the hair at the nape of his neck, a small whimper leaving your lips. Aegon’s eyes flicker back to your flushed face, taking in the way you’re holding your bottom lip securely between your teeth, your erratic breathing. His grip is relentless, and you feel his thigh flex against you, the added pressure taking your breath away.

“Time for the closer,” Aegon murmurs, bringing the hand that rests on your waist up to your neck, pulling your lips to his.

Holy shit.

It’s the first time you’ve kissed him, the first time you’ve been kissed in a while. That’s the final straw, the tightly wound ball of pleasure in your abdomen snaps and your legs shudder against him, as warmth seeps into your limbs. If Aegon realizes what’s happened he doesn’t comment on it, he merely turns his head deepening the kiss as you open your mouth to accept his tongue. 

Aegon Targaryen has lips meant to be kissed. The soft feeling, coupled with his hand on your neck, the tingling pleasure still seeping through your body, it's all too much. The cool metal of his tongue ring dances against your tongue. You want to dissolve into him, stay like this forever. Let him kiss you forever. 

Fuck.

Your eyes snap open and you pull away from him. Aegon meets your gaze for a moment, eyes falling to your bruised lips so quickly you’re sure you’ve imagined it. He looks past you, grinning.

“Asshole left,” he says proudly, “well-done bunny.”

You’re speechless, not trusting your voice, and honestly not sure if you still have one. Aegon chuckles, giving your ass another squeeze, before pulling away from you. He bites his lip, a proud smile on his face before he strides away, leaving you shaking and breathless. Sara bounds into you.

“That was so hot ohmhygod!” she says squealing, “I couldn’t look away, is it hot in here?”

“Haha,” you say, trying to regain some sense of self, “I need to drink. Like a lot.”

Sara smirks. 

“Read my mind baby!” she says, leading you to the drinks.

You decide to drink through the rest of the night. You’re more than confused now, but that post-orgasm haze has you feeling good as you throw back some shots. Baela rejoins you, playing as your partner in beer pong while Sara entertains Jace. The rest of the night goes smoothly, in a party haze. 

Until around 3 am. The party has begun to die down, but you’re in no position to drive home. Baela grumbles that while you’re not wasted or anything, none of you are in a position to drive. You’re probably the tipsiest of the three of you, a happy buzz running through your system. 

“You can stay here! We have plenty of room,” Jace offers, cheeks turning red, “you can totally take my bed, I can sleep on the couch-”

“I love cuddling,” Sara says bright-eyed, “if you’re okay with that?”

“Yeah! Whatever you’re okay with, I can-”

“Jace,” Sara says stopping him, “you’re so sweet. I’m totally comfortable.”

“Okay,” he says, blushing. 

Sara moves in front of you, and you grin happily. 

“You’re going to bone him,” you say through a snicker.

“Lord, who says bone??” Sara says, through a giggle, “Baela’s going to sleep with you, okay bestie? She’ll take care of you.”

You look around.

“Where is she?” you ask.

“She just ran to the car, Egg’s going to show you upstairs,” Sara tells you, glancing at Aegon, “Be nice to her, that’s your sister’s best friend.”

“Duh,” Aegon says, putting an arm around you, “Let’s go bunny.”

You let him lead you up the stairs and into the bathroom. He leaves and you blink at the bright lights. He returns a moment later, with a bundle of clothes in his arms. 

“What is this?” you grumble, pouting at Aegon.

“A t-shirt, and boxers, they’re clean,” Aegon tells you, “you don’t wanna sleep in that, as much as I’d love it.”

You snicker at him, before yanking the thin material of your dress over your head. Aegon slaps his hand over his eyes as you change, wiggling out of your sexy outfit. You pull the boxers and shirt on. The shirt falls to your mid-thigh, practically disguising the fact you’re wearing any bottoms at all. 

“I’m good,” you tell him, giving him a little twirl, “I’m almost insulted you didn’t sneak a peak.”

“I’m reformed,” Aegon argues, bringing his hands to your waist to stop your spinning.

You’re still frowning, more upset than you admit. It must be a mix of the drinks, the energy of the night, and the disappointment that courses through you. 

“Okay, up, let’s go,” Aegon says through a groan, lifting you with ease onto the counter. 

“He doesn’t like me, Egg,” you whine, leaning your head back against the mirror.

“That’s not true,” Aegon says rummaging in a drawer, “I hear the locker room talk, remember?”

“Then why was he with Aly?” you ask, pouting.

Aegon looks up at you, an amused grin on his face.

“We’re just going to have to work a little harder,” Aegon tells you, standing, “it’s going to be okay.”

“He doesn’t like me,” you whine again, as Aegon grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

“Stop saying that,” he tells you, before releasing your chin. 

He’s holding a bottle of micellar water and a cotton pad. You stick your tongue out at him. 

“Where’d you get that?” you slur as Aegon squeezes the micellar water on the cotton pad.

“Ghosts of girlfriends past,” he chuckles, dragging the wet cotton down your face.

You giggle at the cooling sensation on your face. 

“Boo!” you say, leaning forward, causing Aegon to flinch.

The giggles are continuous.

“Gotcha,” you manage between fits of laughter.

Aegon looks at you, playfully disapproving.

“Soooo funny,” he grumbles, continuing to clean makeup from your face, “You’re hilarious, bunny.” 

“Ribbit, ribbit,” you say snorting.

“How much did you drink?”

“Is that not a bunny noise?”

“You sound like a frog.”

“What’s a bunny say?”

“I don’t know, will you stay still!” he says, grabbing your chin again. 

You look at him, staying still and letting him remove the rest of your makeup. Your eyes are heavy from the alcohol, and a pleasurable feeling of warmth in your belly that leaks to your limbs making you feel much more like a ragdoll than a person. Aegon watches you carefully, as your eyes blink looking at his lips, back to his eyes, to his lips again. His hand under your chin holds you steady, and you’re enjoying the feeling. 

“Are you going to kiss me?” you murmur, the feeling of sleep tickling your brain.

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

“I wouldn’t mind it,” you admit, “you’re a good kisser.”

Aegon chuckles.

“Ask me again when you’re sober, bunny,” he says, lifting you from the counter, “you’re only kissing your pillow tonight.”

“Whose pillow?” you grumble against his shoulder, “This is not my bed.”

Aegon has placed you in a bed with a blue checkered comforter, tucking you in. You have to admit the sheets are so soft and snuggly and smell delicious. Like something warm and sweet, and burning. Like a roasting marshmallow over a campfire. You push your face deeper into the pillow letting out a content sigh. 

“Sleep well,” Aegon says, poking the sheets around you.

“Where are you going?” you mumble, face smushed in the pillows.

“I’m crashing on the couch,” Aegon tells you, heading out the door, “see you when you wake up. You’re going to feel great.”

“You could stay,” you mumble, patting the bed lazily. 

“Can’t stay,” he insists.

You mumble something Aegon doesn’t understand, halfway into sleep already. He closes the door softly before heading down to the living room.  Balea passes him on the stairs.

“Third door on the left,” he tells her.

“Thanks, Egg,” she says smiling, before joining you in bed. 

“Baeeeee,” you mumble as she tucks in next to you.

“Yes bestie,” she says, smoothing some hair from your face.

“I’m confused,” you mumble.

“About what, love?” she asks.

But it’s too late, you’re drifting into sleep. You won’t remember the words you said to Baela when you wake up the following morning.

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[ticklishfizzy]

Hazbin Hotel Tickle Headcannons

Enjoy your food you heathens /aff (Part one bc word count)

Charlie

-Switch energy 100%

-Loves to tease her lee but is very gentle

-Knows when to stop or give breaks

-Has established a safe word with all hotel members

-Favorite teases are complimenting her lee

-"Aww, look at that blush, that's adorable!"

-Main targets are Vaggie and Angel Dust

-Aftercare usually consists of cuddles and a snack

-Main lers are Vaggie, Lucifer and Angel Dust

-As the rest of the hotel gets used to her they sneak in a few tickles though

-Very giggly and blushy lee

-Very easy to make flustered

-Worst spot is her tummy

-Melt spot is her wrists

-Gentle scratches there will make her very giggly and very happy

Vaggie

-Ler-leaning switch

-Only tickles Charlie

-Not good at teasing, she'll end up flustering herself

-Favors gentle tickles than wrecking her lee

-But if Charlie wants it she's more than happy to wreck her princess

-Very good at aftercare, gets her lee water and snacks and will cuddle them as well if she's close enough

-Will only let Charlie tickle her

-Anybody else will die a slow and painful second death

-Not super ticklish

-Her wings are the only place that really gets her laughing

Alastor

-Likes to believe he's ler-leaning but he's just a 100% switch

-People would think the famous Radio Demon would be above tickling

-They would be mistaken

-Since Charlie has forbidden physically harming people, tickling is a nice substitute

-He also likes the bonding aspect (but would rather die twice than admit to that, he's the fucking Radio Demon)

-HUGE TEASE

-"You're never fully dressed without a smile, darling!"

-Has no knowledge of the word stop

-He stops when he's bored or when he sees his lee has had their fill

-Main targets are Husk and Rosie BUT he's a devious little bitch and will tickle anyone being annoying/without a smile

-Surprisingly good with aftercare, typically gets his lee a blanket and water and if he's close enough he'll pull them into his lap and let them fall asleep on him

-Main lers are Rosie and Lucifer (platonically of course my guy is THE aroace icon)

-Worst spots are his hips and upper ribs

-Melt spot is his ears

-Either static-y laughter or loses his filter completely depending on the ler and the spot being targeted

-His accent really comes out when he's being wrecked

-Don't forget he's from Louisiana guys that accent is HERE AND IT IS QUEER GODDAMMIT

Angel Dust

-The switchiest switch to ever switch

-Having six arms really comes in handy (pun 102% intended)

-Main targets are Husk, Cherri Bomb and Charlie

-Big fan of cheer-up tickles

-The biggest fucking tease there is

-Beware easily flustered lees this spider talks nonstop

-"Ooooo this seems like a baaaad spot"

-Does the whole "getcha getcha getcha" thing

-Very big on consent (for obvious reasons) and will ask his lee multiple times throughout a session if they're okay with it

-Asks before pinning someone or at least makes sure they're fine with it

-If he sees his lee is uncomfortable he immediately lets up and starts apologizing

-Aftercare is very important to him, he will snuggle his lee and get them water and a blanket

-Having multiple arms is a blessing and a curse

-His armpits are his death spot and he's got six of them

-Satan help this poor guy

-Not afraid to outright ask to be wrecked

-Sometimes flusters his ler accidentally with how forward he is

-Main lers are Husk and Cherri Bomb

-Favorite ler is Husk

-Absolutely melts when his pattern on his chest is tickled

Husk

-Ler-leaning switch

-Main target is Angel Dust but will attack Alastor every once in a while to take him down a peg or two

-Doesn't do baby-talk teasing (will fluster himself if he tries)

-BUT HE DOES KNOW HOW TO TEASE DON'T UNDERESTIMATE

-"Bad spot, eh? Maybe I should stay here for a bit. You don't mind, do ya?"

-Likes to give nicknames to his lee

-Usually very gentle but will not hesitate to wreck someone if they get on his nerves (or if they ask)

-Tickle hugs are his specialty

-Most definitely uses his wings and claws as tickle tools

-Aftercare with him usually consists of a glass of water and cuddles until his lee falls asleep

-Doesn't get lee moods too often but when he does they're BAD

-Main lers are Angel Dust and Alastor

-Purrs when he's tickled and hates it

-Isn't a big fan of being pinned down so his ler will usually trap him in a hug while tickling him

-Will deny being ticklish until he's out of breath

-Worst spot is the part of his back where his wings connect

-Absolutely melts when his ears are tickled

-His tail wags and his ears flick and twitch because he's happy

-The easiest lee to fluster

-Angel found out he was ticklish during a drunk cuddle session and he had a field day

-Would sooner dig a grave and lay in it than admit to liking it

Lucifer

-You're gonna sit here and tell me this man isn't a switch? LIES

-Deviously teasy ler

-Main target is Charlie but goes after Alastor just because he can

-Tickles Charlie whenever she's stressed or upset

-Tweaks his methods for each lee to better suit them

-Definitely uses his wings as tickle tools

-Loves to see his lee blush

-"Awe, don't hide that blush, cutie!"

-Likes to give nicknames to his lee just to fluster them more

-Loves the rib-counting game

-Aftercare is super sweet and cuddly, he'll pull his lee into his lap and play with their hair until they fall asleep

-Deathly ticklish

-His wings are his worst spots but his thighs are a very close second

-Accidentally shape-shifts sometimes while being wrecked

-Main ler is Alastor (the little shit)

-Blushes very easily and cannot take what he dishes out

-Pushes at his lers hands but doesn't actually try to get away

-Melt spot is right under his chin

-Compliment teases kill him

Rosie

-Ler-leaning switch

-Helps Alastor with his ler moods but is ler 99% of the time

-Main (and only) target is Alastor

-Holds the power to say the t-word whenever she pleases and uses this to her advantage as both ler and lee

-Nibbles on her lee's belly and pretends to eat them

-Loves to tease

-"Does this tickle? Hm? I don't hear a nooo~"

-Queen of raspberries

-Tickles Alastor when he's stressed or particularly obnoxious

-Doesn't really pin her lee (Alastor usually leans into it anyway)

-Aftercare is usually letting her lee curl up in her lap as she hums a lullaby while playing with their hair

-Isn't that ticklish but if you know her well enough you can get her to laugh

-Worst spot is her hips

-Alastor likes to drill his thumbs into her hips and she absolutely SHRIEKS

-Anywhere else either gets a smile or a small giggle out of her

-Doesn't really have a melt spot but her neck is her favorite

-Only lets Alastor tickle her

-Anyone else gets eaten

I'll do the Vees when I get a chance and maybe the angels too, I'm tired and have a fanfic request to cough up work on

[eballzs]

maybe it's my platonic love for finn speaking but. ouuugh i wanna hug your au finn so baaaad... my brain is trying to tell me that he let pb cut off his arm but i can just tell that it wasn't how things went... bubblegum i love you girl but cutting off your son's limbs isn't good!!!

anyway. he is a good lad and i wanna hug him. he deserves happiness.

Glad you like my little silly-guy :) 💖

[sadlynotthevoid]

Enstars is so weird. I love them. Anyways, more enstars stuff, part 3(?).

1. Whatever is this.

Why his first reaction to meeting them is picking up the nearest person? Why??? Is this his strange way of flirting?

2.

Tell me you have mommy issues without telling me you have mommy issues.

3. This wonderful crack idea(!!!)

I want to see an AU of this so bad. But screw the 'temporarily' part, squeeze him into Alkaloid from their beginning. Mamaloid.

4. Hiiro be like:

(No, you're not)

5. Also Hiiro:

*Casually reaches the right conclusion before anyone else.*

Aira is right in one thing tho, Hiiro is scary. Just, in a guard dog way.

Look at Mayoi, he unlocked a new fear.

6.

What are you still doing here?!

"I'm not going to help you", my ass.

He wants to be their friend so baaaad.

7. Tatsumi conquering Mayoi part 9999/?

Step 4: tell off the scary guy.

I have more so I'm gonna have to add other post to this.

[agirlwithachakram]

the character arcs we were promised in TFA:

where we started

Finn: renegade stormtrooper, lightsaber wielder, friend-maker. brave guy who wants to be good in spite of what he was taught.

rey: random scavenger whose life experience actually sets her up well to be good at Jedi stuff. protective of nice droids. defensive of self, but can be friends under the right circumstances.

poe: tortured, basically made responsible for a massacre of civilians after carrying out a mission under Leia's orders. made a friend of a stormtrooper and immediately welcomed him into the fold. killer pilot, deeply respected by his fleet.

what that was leading to

finn: serves as an example and liberator of other stormtroopers. proof that stormtroopers aren't just faceless baddies. show that a random kid can be force sensitive and learn Jedi stuff. get his own lightsaber or inherit Anakin's.

rey: learning to trust people when presented with people and situations where trust is reasonable and necessary. showing that anyone can have the Force, not just the Special Family. her walls built from her difficult upbringing is a foil to Luke's bright eyed naivete, but she still learns to use the force in good ways and reject its darkness.

poe: eventually taking over command from Leia. A fight with Leia over acceptable casualties, possibly over the fact that her son tortured him, something remotely consistent given that Leia got those civilians killed just to get Luke's coordinates and Poe got some of the fleet killed in TLJ for an ACTUAL military reason and YET somehow Leia found the civilian deaths more acceptable. I mean, they didn't talk about it at all, which is the problem. anyway. what it should have been leading to: consistent characterization and complicated disagreements between Poe (de facto boss, as the fleet commander) and Leia (official boss)

what we got

Finn: meets other ex-stormtroopers, but nothing really comes of that. vaguely tries to tell Rey he's force sensitive but nothing really comes of that. randomly appointed co-general in a painfully unearned weird scene. stormtroopers largely remain faceless baddies.

rey: actually she's Palpy's granddaughter which means she can use force lightning and she decided to be a skywalker because everyone loves those guys and she's a girl so she's in love with baaaad boys oh btw she can force heal now. even though that's like a really difficult thing that most can't do and takes a lot of work and would be really cool except we have no idea where she learned or when.

poe: DEMOTED. by leia who is NEVER wrong. re-promoted after learning you're not supposed to let any of your guys die in war. duh, everyone knows that. *sniffle sniffle* idk if i can be the general...that sounds hard... :'( Oh! I know! I'll ask my best friend Finn, who has never suggested he wants to be general, and has not had any kind of arc showing he would be good at it, to be my co-general. Surely this will be good and not look like he's my sugar baby. oh btw I used to smuggle drugs and i am a straightie heteroman.

[roseshewrites]

A GOLDEN PIECE OF YOU~(RadioApple)

*Chapter 3, Second Waltz

Of course Charlie had hung a gigantic WELCOME HOME, DAD sign decorated with rubber duck stickers and rainbows on the stair banisters. She had also tied an unholy amount of balloons on every single balloon-friendly surface she could find in the front lobby, which was surprisingly quite a lot.

Of course, Alastor was standing front and center in front of the group waiting to shout "Welcome!" At him as soon as he walked in. Only the group of misfits that made up the hotel's population all shouted it at random intervals and in varying decibals, Husker coming in last with a deep mutter, and Nifty, who was sitting atop Alastor's shoulders gave a gleeful, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Well, it was the thought that counted.

Of course Alastor said nothing to him whatsoever and only widened his large yellow grin, his red eyes narrowing as he stared Lucifer down.

Charlie cringed and then giggled at the chaos, running to hug him.

"We're all so happy to have you here, dad!"

Minus one.

But, he could put aside a rivalry for now. For Charlie.

"Thanks, babygirl!" He grinned up at her.

Dear gods, she had gotten so tall. So tall and beautiful, and confident.

She certainly did not get any of that from him.

Party chaos ensued.

Alastor was made to play some radio music with a cue from Charlie who cried, "Hit it, DJ!"

("Hit what?")

"Play some music, asshole," Angel Dust supplied helpfully.

"I remember her asking me to supply music to her little party. I don't remember being asked to strike someone named DJ."

"Oh, for fuck's s-"

But the rest of Angel's swear was suddenly drowned out by the loud jazz tunes strumming agressively from the radio demon, who looked like he knew exactly what he was doing.

"DOES THE GUY KNOW ANYTHING ELSE OTHER THAN ELEVATOR WAIT MUSIC-"

The jazz increased in volume till even Angel's shouting was drowned out and Husker was seen in a corner pressing his ears and hissing.

Nifty, unaware of the tension or perhaps feeding upon it, hopped from Alastor's shoulders and proceeded to attempt a messy looking Charelston dance where instead of just holding her arms up, she was also stabbing at the air.

Lucifer sidestepped her quickly before she could impale his ankle, and muttered conspirationally to Charlie, "Is it always like this here?"

His daughter grinned, "Hehe, yeah..pretty much all the time." She scrunched her shoulders sheepishly then said, "But I love it!"

Alastor finally found a reasonable volume for his jazz tunes much to Husker's relief, and twirled Nifty around by her little finger when she asked.

"Spins! Haha!"

"Watch the daggers, darling. They're for the bugs, not my feet, remember?"

"Uppy spins, please. Please, Alastor!"

Nifty was bouncing on her little feet.

"Oh, very well."

The radio demon swooped Nifty up as she demanded, much to her squealing delight, and set the both of them spinning about the room as the jazz music settled into a record crackling waltz.

Oh hell, Lucifer thought. They're so fucking adorable. When had he ever seen Alastor so gentle?

Lucifer caught Charlie grinning at him, and knew she was remembering a time in her childhood when he would do the same thing with her.

"I can't pick you up like that anymore," he said, actually a little bit sad. Maybe just bittersweet. He had missed so much of his little princess' life.

"You can just lift my spirits instead, dad," she laughed.

He chuckled. "That, I can do!"

Nifty pointed out Lucifer from on top of Alastor's neck and when they got closer she cried, "Now go dance with the baaaad boy." She clutched at his ears and giggled.

"I don't know Nifty darling, *is* he a bad boy? Perhaps you should go find out for yourself."

"Hey!" Lucifer said, slightly miffed. "I'll have you know I'm the original bad boy."

"Ooh!" Alastor chuckled, "So touchy. Perhaps a little dance would cheer you up, *King.* "

He was holding out one clawed hand to Lucifer, eyes narrowed at him expectantly.

Nifty clawed her way down Alastor's back and with a little "hup-hup!" Ran off to go stab some bugs, bored with the party.

"Well, I, uhhh.." Lucifer didn't know what to say.

"Oh, no worries, Applesauce, I promised your daughter I'd be on my *best* behavior this evening."

"Well, I suppose one dance wouldn't uhhh...wouldn't hurt," he agreed reluctantly, taking Alastor's hand. "Don't call me that again though."

Alastor swept him seamlessly into the dance. The man was right on time with the music, and led Lucifer around to a perfect pace.

Lucifer fell naturally into the pace too, noting how Alastor had so gracefully taken the lead role. He'd feel irked by that if he wasn't so impressed by how Alastor had a hand on Lucifer's waist, the other lightly holding his hand but yet kept the rest of his body at a respectful distance.

He was being...well, this evening anyway, he was being a perfect gentleman. So far.

"Your footwork is amazing. I like the song, too. Shostakovich."

"Second waltz. You know your music."

Lucifer chuckled, "Kiddo, I invented music."

"HaHa! Don't me call that."

"HaHa! I was created before the garden of Eden was a sparkle in God's eye. You're a kiddo to me," he smirked up at Alastor, whose eyes narrowed and glinted dangerously.

"Ahh yes, that's right. Samael. God's favorite toy. Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?"

"Smooooth," Angel crooned from a corner, whistling at them. Husker not so delicately clocked him on the shoulder. "OW, assfuckinlicker!"

"For your information, KIDDO, it did."

Lucifer spotted his daughter running frantically to try and get Alastor's attention and saw her whisper-shouting "IXNAY. ON THE SAMAEL-HAY."

Vaggie's face palm from this was audible.

"It's Amael-Say, babe. And EVERYONE heard you."

"Shit."

"You know what? That's okay," Lucifer broke free from Alastor's arms, standing back, "You wanna dead name me for no reason, bastard? You got a problem or something?"

"Dad! Dad, I'm - I'm sure he didn't mean it like that, did you Alastor?"

Alastor was very catlike observing his own claws, eyebrows delicately raised, "Really, I was simply making conversation. How was I supposed to know your father was still sensitive about something that happened so long ago?"

"See?" Charlie appealed, "And you're sorry, right? For hurting dad's feelings?"

Alastor just stared at her deadpan grinning, the radio waves about him crackling loudly.

"We'll, uhhh....we'll work on that one."

The party broke shortly after that with Angel dragging Husker off to go to the bar, Alastor bidding everyone a good night and Niffty was... Well, she was doing Nifty things. Where did she even sleep?, Lucifer wondered.

"Thanks for the welcome, Ducky," Lucifer yawned, "But your old dad's beat. Got stuff to unpack before I hit the hay."

Charlie looked at Vaggie then glanced at her dad. She gave her girlfriend a look and said "Go on ahead, I'll be up in a minute."

Both Lucifer and Vaggie exchanged looks that seemed like a moment of solidarity.

Because both of them knew Charlie, and they both knew no one was sleeping until SOMETHING had been resolved.

Behind her girlfriend's back Vaggie mouthed Good Luck at Lucifer, who winked in return.

When everyone else had gone to bed, Charlie and Lucifer stepped into a living area on one of the upper floors. Lucifer sighed and collapsed on a nearby sofa, flinging his top hat to the side.

She sat down next to him, looking a bit nervous.

"Okay. What is it? Spit it out, junior."

"I...just wanted to make sure....that Alastor's little comment didn't um...get under your skin too much."

"Oh please! I'm not worried about that jerk."

"You're really all right?"

"Charlie," Lucifer said impatiently, "I know you're worried I'm going to....maybe...fall back into some old habits of mine. You know my problems and that worry is certainly valid, sweetheart, but I haven't had a post-traumatic whatever in ages."

"So you're not gonna..."

"No self isolation," he said firmly, "No episodes. And I'm certainly not gonna let a reminder of my time in Heaven ruin my sleep tonight."

She grinned, her face lighting up like he loved so much.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for moving in with me."

"Of course!" He brightened, "Char, you know what we're gonna DO with this place?"

"No, what!" She was sitting in the edge of her seat now.

"We're gonna take hell by storm with it, Ducky. In a month it'll be so full of patrons we'll need to build."

"Yeah!! And after that?"

"Your dreams are gonna come true. I'll make sure of it."

After promises of going over group plans with her in the morning, they began to part ways but not before his daughter scooped him up in a twirling hug that lifted his feet off the floor.

"I love you Dad!!"

He chuckled when she set him down and he took his hat off and placed it on her head, walking off to his room.

"Love you too, darlin'. Good night."

~

He was walking down one of the hotel's many hallways when a slight burst of conversation came to his attention, punctuated by that distinct radio crackle.

Dammit, he was not in the mood for another encounter with jerkface McRadio.

The two characters rounded the corner though, and he was trapped.

Alastor was being followed around by one of Sir Pentious' remaining Egg Bois, who was bopping along talking Alastor's ears off in a steady stream, Alastor nodding and "Mmhmm"-ing in all the right places, tolerating the Egg's enthusiasm.

"Say, boss, I gotta joke for yah!"

"Sure, Egburt."

"Why did the chicken cross the road?!"

"I don't know, why *did* the chicken cross the road?"

"Because America’s aging infrastructure doesn’t adequately provide footbridges or pedestrian underpasses!!!"

There was almost an audible pause, then Alastor cracked up, a real honest laugh that echoed around the hall.

"Oh my dear Egg, you do have your moments of lucidity, don't you?"

"Whatsat??"

"Never you mind. Now run along, there, I've preparations for tomorrow's broadcast."

 

"Okay!!"

The egg bopped ahead of Alastor, promptly rounding the corner ahead and leaving Lucifer alone...again...with the radio demon.

"So..Egburt, huh?" Lucifer remarked, just to break the silence.

"He answers to just about anything. Egburt, Egghead, The Great Eggsbie. Just don't expect him to understand that reference."

"Right..."

"I suppose I'll see you for your daughter's most recent group excercise itinerary in the coming weeks. It should be...enlightening."

Uh-oh. Charlie hadn't mentioned anything about that to him. Things at the party had been so chaotic, and then he'd gone and ruined things by getting pissy with Alastor, and..

"Yup, sure will," Lucifer aimed for assuming an air that he completely understood what the hell Alastor was talking about, and bid him goodnight; cringing inwardly that he went to tip his hat, then forgot he wasn't currently wearing it, disguised the movement with an awkward head scratch and left to the sound of Alastor chuckling deeply to himself as they both went their separate ways.

Enlightening.

Hooray.

What did Alastor know that he didn't?

[merlinmerlot]

we just finished watching the watch tv show. it was. So bad. like even for a hate watch it was Miserable.

pros:

Two (2) scenes were the watch do a musical band number. thats fun

trans vetinari

trans cheery

thats it

oh wait actually the set pieces and the costumes were fun. vimes was mischaracterized but the guy they cast for him was Really Good its a shame the show sucks

cons:

EVERYTHING ELSE!!!!!

all the characters are just. not what they are. complete mischaracterization of EVERYONE. sometimes they just give a character a name from the books and that's the Only connection.

plot was uninteresting, convoluted, boring, and unfocused. it's a combination of multiple books (notably night watch, guards guards, and thud i think?), and there's no interesting message beyond 'ahh power of love and friendship and hope!' (which they tell you multiple times btw. they Make sure you know the watch is all about Hope and Love).

they rely Way too much on magicky stuff. the watch books Have magic but they're side bits, especially after guards guards. lots of Artifacts and Mysterious Forces and Magic Swords and Magic Lakes. funnily enough, they also made the wizards lame and serious and unsilly. (THEY DID THE LIBRARIAN SOOO DIRTY)

as an addendum to 4: there's this whole overarching like, omnipotent godly force that is the background villain to the season? like the one pulling the strings and their whole deal is that they want vimes and the watch Dead i guess. and it sucks. i hate that kind of stuff, the watch books are good bc there's no overarching thing they stand on their own.

an extensive side plot on slab? that was my least fav bit from feet of clay but there was a Whole thing in the first couple episodes about Drug Trade which is just. really unfortunate. and apparently pple use slab to do magic??

they use death WAY too much. like WAY TOO much and he isn't even like, killing people, he's just popping up to say shit.

made ankh morpork boring. the tv show makes a whole big deal about how making the assassins and thieves being legal is Bad like that's Baaaad when it should just be funny. like why does it have to be a full ass plot thing about how the watch and sybil want those guys outlawed or whatever. and why are they constantly fighting the assassins. where am i

Killed Off Detritus in Episode like Two. HOW COULD THEY!!

i had More but honestly ive thought about this show enough. don't watch it

[calliethetrekkie]

Triumvirate Prompts: Day 9

#9. Favorite TOS Moment

I was going to save this for a later prompt, but I can probably think up something else for it. So we are going with an obvious one, but a good/feelsy one nonetheless. It's from The Empath. You all probably know what moment I'm talking about.

Our boys and the title empath are in a baaaad spot. Kirk just got tortured and because we clearly have to kick the poor guy while he's down, he's presented with his worst nightmare: deciding which of his two best friends he gets to send for an even worst torture session. If he sends McCoy, he'll die. If he sends Spock, he'll be driven to insanity. Spock and McCoy bicker over sacrificing themselves cause they're as bad as Jim before Kirk cuts them off as it's his decision. It's clear that Kirk is in pain and distressed. So McCoy, being the doctor that he is, hypos him to spare him of any further agony. A notiont hat Spock actually agrees with.

That leaves Spock in charge, however. Which means that by default, he gets to choose himself to go with the Vians. McCoy goes quiet and steps away as Spock tries to finish his work on the Vians device to give Kirk and McCoy the chance to escape. But he made one very, very critical miscalculation: McCoy is a stubborn ass who is NOT going to let anyone else suffer if he can help it. So Spock gets hypo-ed and McCoy allows the Vians to take him, knowing full well that he's likely never going to see his friends again alive.

I've talked about this moment before. How McCoy chose to do this with absolutely zero hesitation. I guess it's not surprising since this is the same guy who, when Khan held him by the throat with a scalpel in hand, didn't so much as flinch. But still... this is a man who knows full well that by doing this, he is going to die. It ain't gonna be a quick death, he's seen what condition Kirk was in, and it's going to be far, FAR worst. It's going to be a slow, painful, lonely death...

And he does not care.

All that mattered is that Kirk and Spock, the two people who mean the world to him, are safe. He even takes the time before leaving to tell Gem that his friends will take care of her because that's the kind of guy he is. He's about to die, and he'd rather reassure a young girl that she'll be okay. Even when finally taken and chained up, he just tells the Vians to get on with it already. Again, not so much as a flinch. His friends are safe. Gem is safe. That is all that matters. It shows a scary lack of self-preservation, but Dear God it shows why McCoy is such an amazing character.

it's not even going into Kirk and Spock throwing out their chance at escape to get to McCoy. How they see their dear doctor dying, helpless to do anything. Kirk is in deep denial, and watching Bones in pain is killing him. Seriously, when Spock tells him he's dying, I swear Kirk looked like he wanted to cry. Spock is more controlled, but barely. Seriously, when McCoy uses what may very well have been his last words to compliment his bedside manner? And Spock's face at those words? Your heart will break.

Obviously I was going to use this for the favorite McCoy moment, but as I tried to think of other moments for this one, it was clear to me that it had to go here. The Empath in general is an amazing episode showing the Triumvirate's love and care for each other. How far they're each willing to go to protect the other two and others relying on them, such as Gem. McCoy of course gets the biggest moment with his sacrifice, and Kirk and Spock's reactions are pure pain. But it shows just how much McCoy means to them and how much they mean to McCoy. Had it been either Jim or Spock in McCoy's place, it would have similar results. It's one of those scenes that makes you see how strong their bond is, and I love it~!

[sondheim-girly]

y’all don’t understand the kind of mess I’d be if John Cardoza was ever cast in the outsiders

like it’s scientifically proven that I fall 99.99% more in love with someone if they’re in that cast, and I’m already pretty in love with him so like- it would be baaaad you guys

[artzychic27]

Just a bunch of classic Cartoon Network quotes because those shows were my life

Lila: Care to give a free sample to a pretty lady?

Cosette: Sure. Do you know one?

Lila: … Care to give a free sample to an ugly lady?

Cosette: No, ugly ladies have to pay.

—

Max: Try thinking of something dry!

Adrien: Like Ivan’s sense of humor?

Max: No, that’s too dry.

—

Nino: Guys! I found this in Adrien locker! *holds up a letter*

Alya: Let me see that! *reads the letter* “Leave your team behind or we'll put your behind in the school yearbook?"

Kim: What does that mean?

Alya: I have no ide- *takes out a very interesting photo and appears shocked when they look at it* Oh... oh, oh no...! Is that Adrien’s heiny?!

Ivan: *looks at the picture* Wow. That is one big butt.

Alix: Let me see! *takes the picture away and looks* Whoa. Ohohoho! Wow! Wohohohoooo... wow!

Rose: *laughs* Where'd they get a camera big enough to capture all that tushie?!

Alya: C’mon, guys! This isn’t funny! We have to do something!

Nathaniel: Yeah, guys! We’ve gotta get to the bottom of this!

Akuma Class: *Laughing*

Alya: Now, come on, guys!

Alix: That is not going to fit in the yearbook!

Nino: Unless they put a big section in the rear!

*everyone except Alya laughs*

Alya: Okay, now come on, guys!

Kim: Well, if I were Adrien… I would just turn the other cheek!

Akuma Class: *Laughing*

Alya: *desperately trying not to laugh, but then gave in* HAHAHAHAHA!

—

The Science Kids From the First Floor: Finally! The Kids Nextdoor Super Top Secret Files!

*Once Marc opens the box, they hear ticking*

The Science Kids From the First Floor: … Jean! You’re an idiot!

—

Max: Oh! It is on now, girlfriend! *Grabs an apple and attempts to throw it at Aurore, but fails*

Aurore: Ha! You throw like Marinette!

Marinette: That is not true! I throw much better than he does! *Throws an apple, this time knocking Aurore’s parasol out of her hand*

—

Nathaniel: *Listening to Louis’ screams from outside the art classroom with Marc* Yes! Any second now, he’ll say it! He’ll say I’m the better artist!

*It suddenly goes quiet*

Nathaniel/Marc: …

Nathaniel: Any!… Second!… Now…

Marc: Louis?

Nathaniel: … What have I done?… *Takes Marc’s hand* Marc, sweetie pie, remember him fondly, for he was a good person, keep him in your heart like a candle keeps its flame, lalala.

—

Adrien: We’re locked out?!

Simon: Yeah! Our dumb principal screwed up the code!

—

Mme. Mendeleieve: *Gasps* Rose knows the code!

Lacey: LET’S GET HER!

—

Ismael: I thought you were baaaad! You ain’t bad! You ain’t nuttin!

—

Mme. Mendeleieve: We’ll see about that! You’re going down, old man!

M. Monlataing: NO! You’re going down, OLDER woman!

—

Denise: Mme. Mendeleieve, why is Mme. Bustier’s class so weird?

Marc: *Belches* And gross, too!

—

Rose: Ooh! I see! This is a game where we make stuff up! Then I see a big green elephant! Named Herbert McHoover! He plays the drums and listens to freedom rock!

—

Luka: Professional friend, imaginary! I love everyone!… Except Mari.

Marinette: *Tearing up*

Luka: You know what you did!

—

Nathaniel: *Hitting Emani with a stick* I’ll jab you good, you filthy bug!

Emani: Why can’t you love me, Doll?! I’ll be anything you want me to be!

Nathaniel: I WANT YOU TO BE DEAD!

—

Austin T: This test might stop me from fulfilling my lifelong dream of growing up to be a smart and successful businesswoman.

—

Adrien: What about your fear of professional figure skaters?

Juleka: That’s not a fear! I just don’t trust the way they spin is all.

—

Austin A: Just think, TeeTee. You, me, all the control, all the power, ALL THE FREE CHICKEN!

—

Max: At the rate this Akuma is getting people areested, I predict this prison cell will be full in… Four hours!

*Two hours later, the Akuma Class plus Marc are all in the prison cell*

Max: Damn, he’s working fast!

Marc: I’m not even in this class!

—

Alix: You think you’ve won? *Lila nods* You think you’ve humiliated me, broken me, driven me crazy? When every waking moment, I’ve had to deal with-

*Quick montage of every Adrinette plan*

Alix: Compared to that, you’re just an insignificant zit on the butt of the world’s smallest amoeba. You have no power over me.

Lila: … *Walks away*

—

Nathaniel: *Painfully smiles*

Akuma Class: …

Marc: …

M. Monlataing: *Biting his nails*

Sabrina: You ever get the feeling something really bad is about to happen?

*Cue blindingly white explosion*

Everyone: *Screaming*

M. Monlataing: *Crying* SO BEAUTIFUL!

Mme. Bustier: What have we done?!

Marc: You fools! You’ve messed with the natural order!

Luka: Reality is falling apart!

Adrien: What’s gonna happen to us?!

Luka: I don’t know! *Hugs Adrien* But I’m gonna hold you tight and never let go!

Adrien: I love you, Luka!

Marinette: What about me?!

Luka: Uh… You’ll be fine.

—

Andre: Let’s get this started. Do you, Jean, take Austin to be your lawfully wedded wife?

Jean: I do!

Andre: And do you, Austin, take Jean- *A guard whispers to him* Not a wedding? Oh well. You’re the judge. *The guard whispers to him again* What do you mean I’m the judge?

—

Lacey: You’re boring! This is boring! Your life is boring! And this episode is boring!

—

Ivan: How would you rate Jagged Stone as a caregiver?

Luka: Uh, pretty good, I guess.

Juleka: … Except that he’s never remembered our birthday.

Luka: Or paid child support. In fact, he usually just plays loud guitar music in our ears.

—

Max: There’s something familiar about that Dora girl, I can’t put my finger on it... Let’s see... Dora... Lunch Box... And there’s that kid who goes around sprinkling pixie dust everywhere... What’s his name? Peter something... Oh yeah! Pan!... Wait, Pan. Dora. Box. Pan, Dora, Box! I just realized something horrible!... I’m about to miss my favorite show!

Kim: Oh! You mean that show about the little girl who wanders around the jungle without any adult supervision, adverting crises, conversing with wild animals with the aid of her foreign language speaking monkey?

Max: That’s the one!

—

Mme. Mendeleieve: Our battleships will dock at the north bay as our infantry gains ground on foot, making way for our tanks to plow through enemy lines! Thus, crushing Caline’s forces and resulting in a glorious victory for our class!

Reshma: Pardon, but we have no battleships, infantry, or-

Mme. Mendeleieve: Just keep throwing more food.

*HOURS LATER*

Simon: *Voiceover* Day three. War continues to rage on. The will of my men is slowly being broken.

Mireille: Hey, can we go home? I’m getting tired.

Simon: Less talk, more throwing!

Mireille: Fine. *Throws macarons at the Akuma class*

Simon: We have sustained many casualties on our side. Innocent lives have also been taken.

*Austin A gets hit with an apple*

Austin A: Ouch! I’m dying! I’m too young and beautiful to die! I’m dying!

Simon: It’s been months-

Austin A: Did I mention I’m dying?!

Simon: It’s been-

Austin A: Ooh! The pain! DYING! DYING! WHY NOW?! I had so much to almost live for!

Simon: … It’s been months since I’ve seen my loving spouse and kids.

Denise: What are you talking about? We don’t have any kids. And we’re not married.

Simon: I hate when they read my thoughts.

Denise: Then quit thinking so loud. *Leaves*

Simon: Why couldn’t they have gotten hit with a croissant?

—

Simon: You and that girlfriend of yours are great enough separately, but together... you're insufferable.

Cosette: Insufferable? I don't even know what that means. And hey, Zoé not my girlfriend! She's just a FRIEND, who happens to be a GIRL, just like I happen to be a DEMIGIRLFLUX, and you happen to be a DEMIBOY. It's the differences that make our planet so rich, diverse, and wonderful. *Rainbows appear in the background*

—

Alix: *Answers her phone* Hello?

Rose: *Whispering* Ultimate power.

—

Nathaniel: Yes, my boyfriend is actually a human-spider hybrid. Nobody can tell you who to fall in love with, but we've managed to make it work all these years. Leaving a whole lot of questions that don't need to be answered.

Ismael: Eh, works for me.

Jean: Me too.

Reshma: Ditto.

Cosette: ...But how did you and Marc-

Nathaniel: Leaving a whole lot of questions that don't need to be answered.

—

Chloé: My mom's ancient and grappling with the onsets of menopause.

—

Alya: Yo' momma's so ugly that people go as her for Halloween!

Students: Oooooohhhhhh!

Austin B: Yo' momma's so stupid, she sold her car for gas money!

Students: Oooooohhhhhh!

Alya: Yo' momma's so ugly, she made an onion cry!

Students: *Laughing*

Austin B: Yo' momma's so ugly, she turned Medusa to stone!

Students: Oooooohhhhhh!

Alya: Yo' momma's so stupid, she took a ruler to bed to see how long she slept!

Students: Oooooohhhhhh!

Austin B: Y-yo’-

Alya: Yo' momma's so stupid, she cheated off Chloé test!

Chloé/Students: *Laughing*

Austin B: Yeah, well! Uh-

Alya: Yo' momma's so ugly, she looked out the window and got arrested for mooning!

Students: Oooooohhhhhh!

Austin B: Uh, uh, uh, Yo' momma.

Alya: Now let me tell ya somethin! Yo' momma… Is so ugly... I tell ya she's so ugly, she needs two bags to cover her face!

—

Alix: Love makes people do all sorts of stupid things.

Rose: I love everything!

Ismael: That explains a lot.

[ooksaidthelibrarian]

Babylon 5 Rewatch S1E17 Legacies

oooh YES I have been waiting for this one

I absolutely love the design of the Minbari War Cruisers, it's just gorgeous

I have a little one actually :D

oooh and I really like the B plot of this one too

good cut for the intro there

you'd kinda think that something like 'gun ports are open as a sign of honour' would be on a briefing but I also can 100% believe that nobody considered to mention it

NEROON!!!!

:D :D :D

I am weak for John Vickery's voice, and I always enjoy him in anything I see him in. Neroon's character arc is so good too.

I love the little tit for tat there - we close the gun ports, you go to the funeral procession

oh and the Minbari warrior caste uniforms are awesome too

Delenn is worried about this, a baaaad sign

I believe that Thalia believes that this is the right thing for the girl but I'm still glad that Ivanova is there to present other options

guys you need to practice folding that flag, that was messy

whoops

LOL Garibaldi just saw his life flash in front of his eyes at the mention of the Pak'Mar'a

I love them, their design is so good

oh yeah I bet the Narn will be generous - the fact that they are the only major race without telepaths is so interesting

also, the intersection of A and B plot here is very neatly done

Neroon, did you think he'd hide the body under his bed jfc

ok but how DID they cremate the body

I love it when Delenn goes all sharp and official (although I wouldn't want to be on the receiving side of it)

ooouuuhhh chrysalis (keep that one in mind. Also, isn't that an interesting puzzle? Piece of art? Delenn has been putting together in her quarters over the last few episodes?)

[dailycass-cain]

Batgirls #16 makes more sense in lieu of the news the series will be ending with #19. It's a rare one & done issue, but not necessarily one.

In all honesty, prior to the news on Friday, I figured this was writers Michael Conrad and Becky Cloonan paying homage to both Cassandra and Stephanie's ongoing runs by doing a one/done but really a single issue building off what came prior.

Really this issue is a culmination of seeds planted since the very beginning.  It's kind of satisfying in a way seeing story beats from the early issues paid somewhat off in creepy ways.

This puppet Jason has haunted me since I read the issue and IT SHALL HAUNT YOU NOW TOO!! 

*ahem*

Namely, the opening "salvo" of the Mad Hatter showcases what Mr. Greene was doing all the way since #1 (but really we saw all the way to #9).

Now seeing the creepy doll in #9 makes more sense with what he was commissioned with, and a bit of a payoff that yes Steph was right.  Just Greene was someone who developed something rather creepy for the supervillains of Gotham (akin to the Carpenter).

It's a neat little bit where Gotham gonna be Gotham and even working on creepy dolls for the bad guys wasn't gonna protect him from other monsters Gotham had (aka Mr. Fun).

If anything, I'm a bit surprised this wasn't further connected, but I'll base my theory anyway that Jervis targeted the Batgirls with this elaborate scheme because they took out his student. Charles Dante aka--

It is a nice way to circle things all the way back to then besides Greene. But that's my personal theory.

Suffice it to say I did enjoy Neil Googe's art for this story because of the creepiness of the dolls and his style helps bring the monstrous twist all the better.

Again, Conrad and Cloonan have been showing Hatter has been using various stuff (again making me wonder given Spellbinder's modus operandi was the same).

Taking stuff (namely Hatter’s mind tech and Scarecrow’s Fear Toxin) and warping it for his own cocktail twist. I mean the clues are all there.  Hatter used Lazarus Resin and this issue uses a Man-Bat formula on a Batgirl to make her a Girl-Bat.

I'm a bit surprised at the choice because Cass did have a history with Man-Bat (in the ye old Batman & the Outsiders by Frank Tieri). So I figured if anyone was going to be a Girl-Bat it is her this issue.

But nope the recurring theme this series has been is Steph is the one who's gonna suffer. I mean literally, she's been doused with the brew Tutor/Spellbinder had made. She got tortured and "killed" then had the Laz Resin used on her. This issue--

I mean I get it. But dang Steph's been put thru a ringer in this series. The fact that she's still willing to go after ALL this has happened to her is astonishing. It almost makes me wonder...

If the whole point of this, makes Steph retire. That this DC's way to give her this moment but step aside. I really don't want that but man there's got to be a point to put her thru ALL OF THIS. That said--

-- I loved this. Because one it harkens to something Cass has been doing throughout her career. She speaks to monsters.  Treats them fully as humans still even given their deformities and conditions.

She did it with Mr. Freeze (Batgirl Vol. 1). Man-Bat (Batman & the Outsiders). Clayface (Detective Comics). Orca (DC: Doomed & the Damned).

I think it's VERY telling this is Conrad and Cloonan having Cass relive a BAAAAD moment in her life in losing Basil here and being like, "NOPE! THIS ISN'T GOING DOWN LIKE THAT!"

It all feels waaaaaaaaaaaaay too similar in how this issue plays out to how it played out in Tec.

I mean we literally have Babs in this issue in the SAME EXACT POSE as Kate did in Tec with both having a sniper rifle. Just that this time-- Cass FOUND THE WAY.

It proves Cass was right back then and it feels justified in a way that yes she could've talked Basil out back then. Instead of you know--

I also think that's been the greatest problem DC has been skirting away from. You have these two characters with SO MUCH HISTORY. You had Basil remain good for a period even after that and turn him evil on a whim.

Not have ANY payoff with Cass seeing this? Come on DC. Break our hearts dammit!  You literally gave Tynion's Tec run an Omnibus and various trade forms. If you can revisit the overrated rubbish Hush story you can revisit this story!

Back to this one. I really did like the simplicity of this issue where it's all about the "little" things. Things we as readers picked up on and get nods to the past of prior Batgirl volumes (or issues from this) and payoffs.

But the biggest one besides the connection to Tec this issue had was again a connection to Batgirl Vol. 1 I saw NO ONE pick up on. I kept it silent until this moment.

I mean someone did catch the nods to the way Cass thought of Steph during the Andersen Gabrych run. That was a neat detail.

But here's mine I caught.  At the end, we had this mention from the narrator (and I'll fully admit it. THIS WAS THE BEST NARRATION this series has given us. It ADDED to the emotion of this issue). That Cass was by Steph's side the ENTIRE TIME.

Just like Steph stood by Cass's bedside after she had to deal with the Shiva groupie in Batgirl Vol. 1 #26.

That's a deep cut, but a nice one that had me all:

Again, this issue had LAYERS of stuff that I enjoyed.  Which is all the more reason the news this past Friday is so 💔because since #9 the series has been clicking until #14 where it just unleashed that salvo of goodness.

Yes, it's baiting us. I'll fully admit but in a way it reminds me of what creators said akin to Tim/Cass back in the mid-00s that now fully relates to Cass/Steph here.

Cass/Steph literally do act like two people in love with each other who haven't accepted it yet. Well, Cass we know did in #15 but I think this is the first real acknowledgment that Steph gives to Cass this issue.

Will we get SOMETHING in these next remaining issues? Who knows. But I really enjoyed this issue and what it gave us. Just connecting so many dots to this current run and of Batgirl stories' past.

[littleplantfreak]

you could fill whole posts with your feelings about Ume, you say? why don't you prove it? 👀💖

Em, sweet pumpkin spice latte, i have a reputation (i dont actually) so it's going under the cut because no one should actually have to hear me scream about him for 10 years PLEASE if anyone here thinks im cool dont read this i wanna keep my nonexistent street cred

This is my second time writing about him so im sure its consolidated a bit which is preferred cause earlier it was like,,,,, ten paragraphs more than it is now

lets start with my favorite manga panel of him that i keep so safe and close to my heart because look! he broke the wall and his arm hangs over the panel and i looove it Satoru nii i can tell you were gonna make him the mc but im sooo glad you didnt because i love himmmm. though sometimes he reminds me of myself when i was younger way too much but this aint about him. ANYWAYS I FORGOT I DONT THINK ANY OTHER PANEL DOES THAT? its and important panel TO ME

When i first saw him with his hair down? instant heart eyes jesus christ ive never drooled over someone so hard which must be why my post with the most notes is me gushing about his hair. Ive always had a thing for hair tho im just a weirdo. Don't even get me started on the reading glasses!!!! i could just scream.

Also ive always had a thing for big guys esp gentle ones and once i learned more about him it was like bullseye bullseye bullseye- with how boxes he ticked but i just wanna climb him and maybe fight him for real but also fight him with my mouth. I wanna take care of him soooooo bad its not even funny. Like i know he's a big caretaker but i wanna pamper him i want that boy loves and cherished ill fight chika for him rn baby you dont have to lift a finger just sit over there right now.

Just heard a country song on the radio called must be doin something right by billy currington or whatever his last name is and went "i could dance with ume to that right now!!!!' also its a really sweet song though i love it.

Also he's hates needles...i hate needles.. we can take turns holding each other's hands for bloodwork and shots!!!

I started writing mainly for him and it was like....a "im not seeing enough content/the content i want" for this character so i put my pants on and did it myself. PRetty much my whole life i didnt like writing but now i do it semi-regularly and im pretty proud of that actually because ive begun to enjoy it? It probably helps that everyone's so sweet and the atmosphere is so chill but also nice and crazy and cool??? I dont have a lot of friends so im sooo soo thrilled to be able to gush with people its not even funny though sometimes im like "Girl you gotta be cooler than this you're not acting chill AT ALL calm down" so anyways i love him but i act like i really cant stand him he makes me so mad im furious at his existence

The scariest thing in the world to me is physically having kids? Like ive had nightmares about it i just dontttt wanna and i can tell he wouldnt push that like he'd be thrilled to adopt too it wouldnt matter but i think i would literally have his kids which is wild!!

Also? when i made that kissing picrew i actually flustered myself and that was crazy too because i don't fluster easy with boys at all but i physically turned red giggling kicking my feet about it every time i looked at it lmaoo you should see how red i get its baaaad im down baaaad

anyways ive alreasdy written too much have some more ume pics