#Literally just saw this and couldn't not do it

[brawberryz]

You're a fucking weird hacker

Batfam Yan! × Troll Hacker! Reader

《Platonic!》

Note: English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error

You were a fucking pain

For months you had been bothering the batfam with your stupid pranks, they started off as mild as sending viruses to their emails or making up gossip on the internet

But now? Now you were just annoying, you managed to piss off the whole batfam even batman himself

You managed to hack the batcomputer and fill it with viruses, you even managed to hack Barbara which was quite surprising, your skills with technology went beyond what they had anticipated

No matter what they did they simply couldn't find anything about you, it's like you only existed on the net

One thing was clear, you were much smarter than all of them and you used that intelligence to make their lives miserable and annoy them

But the straw that broke the camel's back was when you threatened to show their secret identities to the world, it wasn't an empty threat you sent them evidence and it was clear that you weren't lying

You had the most important family of heroes in the palm of your hand

From that moment on they became more serious with their investigation, they tried to find anything that could tell them something about you or your information

But every time they found a clue it was just a joke yours, you yourself put those "clues" which were links with viruses that would easily render a computer useless or to weird porn pages and when I say they were weird, they were WEIRD

You were always two steps ahead of them, what surprised everyone the most is that you did nothing with that information

You just wanted to scare them and have fun for a while, your jokes continued but they were no longer as constant as before

Until days after the incident an anonymous email arrived, batman hesitated to open it but after confirming that it was not some kind of virus or joke he read it

He was surprised when he saw that it was a huge world document where you detailed with evidence the next plan of riddler

He was surprised at how well detailed and written it was, you had put the date, place, time and even minute of the attack

At the end there was a small message in the email that confirmed that it was clearly you who had sent that

"Take this as a small apology for my bad behavior :3"

A small smile formed on the man's face, maybe you weren't as bad as he thought

And so the days went by, from one day to the next you had changed now you helped them by filtering information about villains and criminals making their plans fail

In that short period of time you made the negative opinion of the batfam that they had of you change

In that time, you became great friends with Barbara and Tim

You and Barbara loved technology and programming, while with Tim you were both nerds with similar tastes

Of course, you communicated with them from anonymous messages but they still managed to get to know you a lot more

But then a small slip occurred, when you sent one of your reports about a future plan of Joker you forgot to use an anonymous email and you sent it from your main account

That's where your problems began, in a few hours the entire batfamily had your information, from your age, face and address

They discovered that you were barely a teenager with apparently too much free time

They also discovered You didn't have parents, you were an orphan teenager who lived in a small apartment and worked on weekends in those geeky or otaku stores.

Clearly you almost fainted when you opened the door to your apartment thinking it was the pizza delivery guy, you were surprised when you found Batman staring at you.

God, he looked even bigger in person.

"What are you doing here!?"

You said surprised walking backwards, you didn't imagine that he would be able to find your address, although you shouldn't be surprised it was Batman having literally doxed you was the calmest thing he could do

"I want to talk to you"

He tried to sound as serious as possible but it was almost impossible, in his mind he could only think about the person who literally made him lose his mind in person looked so fragile and small

"Well I don't want to talk, so get out"

You were already tired of this, you thought that if you helped him in his cases he would leave you alone but it seems that you awakened that protective paternal instinct

When you were about to close the door he held it tightly preventing you from closing it

"Really?"

You looked at him angrily, you couldn't believe he was so stubborn You let out a sigh of defeat and let him in

"Well, what do you want?"

You said as you laid down on your little couch, he just stood there looking at you

"This place is very dangerous"

That made you raise an eyebrow, why did he care about you?

"So?"

"You should move, the crime rates in this area went up too much"

You just frowned at that comment, who did he think he was to tell you where to live

"I don't care, I've lived here all my life I know how to take care of myself, I don't need your protection"

You didn't need a man you barely knew to take care of you, you had been alone since you were 13, you knew very well how to take care of yourself

After that strange interaction with Bruce you started receiving checks in his names, the water bill, the electricity bill and even your apartment were paid

But apparently it wasn't enough with the man's visit if he didn't also come to visit every fucking member of the batfamily

It started with Richard coming at night and opening (breaking) your window and talking to you as if you were some kind of younger sister, it made you uncomfortable the way he thought he knew you in every way besides being too clingy like hugging you for hours or not wanting to let go

Then he arrived Jason, you didn't have that many problems with him, the only thing you couldn't complain about was that at least he respected your personal space

He used to talk to you about books he read or was reading while you pretended to listen but deep down you just wanted him to get the hell out of your house

Tim wasn't as talkative as Jason or Richard, but still his presence just seemed irritating and annoying to you

It seemed like he thought that just because you had the same tastes you were going to be friends, you hated that he didn't respect your personal space and filled you with questions

Damian, how I hated that little demon he only came to your house to bother you and ask you (force you and threaten you) to fix his things, like his Robin gadgets or to improve something

At least he paid you with the food Alfred made and if you were honest it was delicious, it was worth putting up with his orders if that meant being able to try that kind old man's food

With Barbara you only talked by text, although it bothered you how insistent she could be

Cass was very quiet, she used to come to your house at night and enter your room and watch you work, sometimes she went just to rest a while from the patrol or sometimes she just enjoyed your presence but even so you considered it weird or strange

Steph treated you as if she knew you all your life, she forced you to go shopping with her and go to spas together

It's not that you didn't enjoy it, you just hated being surrounded by people with all your being, plus you felt like she didn't even listen to your opinions, you felt like she was just using you like a toy

You did everything possible to stop talking to them, you even thought about moving somewhere else, with the money that Bruce sent you it was going to be more than enough to go to another city far from Gotham

Far from them

But you knew it was going to be useless, they knew everything about you, you knew that they were even capable of putting cameras hidden around your apartment just to keep a closer eye on you

If you tried to talk to Bruce and tell him he wasn't respecting your privacy he would just use the excuse that he just wanted you to be safe

You hated that he had control over you, that they had any kind of control in your life

It was too late to regret, all eyes were on you

And they weren't going to let you escape from them that easily

I'll leave this here before I go to sleep

byeee

[goatgoesmbe]

Singlefather!Konig who's socially anxious, with a very extroverted little daughter.

He would try to not make eye contact with anyone, looking brooding to intimidate anyone from talking to him. Only for the little girl to greet literally everyone she saw, making social interaction inevitable for him too.

Met you at a park. Thought you're really cute, but he was too anxious to do anything.

Like father like daughter. His little girl also found you pretty. The difference is that, she wasn't afraid to tell you about it directly.

He could only watch his daughter making a beeline towards you, leaving the playground.

And now, Konig is waiting for you two to stop talking. It's almost the little girl's nap time, and they need to go home or he knew she would be tired and grumpy the rest of the day. And he didn't feel like joining in the conversation, just thinking about talking to you made his palm sweaty, and he could feel his heartbeat in his throat.

You, who doesn't know he's the dad. Is wary about the 2-meter-tall guy in a black hoodie and face mask, who kept looking at the little girl who was talking to you.

So you stayed with the little girl, afraid she would get kidnapped by him or something.

This went on for too long than Konig liked, he was just eager to get out of the public already.

You, who's now very concerned with him glaring like that, then asked the little girl about her parent's whereabout.

To your surprise, the girl pointed at the intimidating guy that you thought was a threat.

You were still a bit intimidated when he made his way to you, but then relaxed when you saw the girl tackled his leg.

You two got talking (more like, both of you listened while his daughter talk). And since you're not as scared as before now, you couldn't help but be intrigued with him.

He's cute in a way, which is odd to say to someone with that stature. But the way his eyes softened when he was looking at his daughter? how he looked like he tried to make himself smaller, and is that a blush peeking out of his mask whenever he glanced at you?

Konig didn't know when his daughter stopped talking, asleep in his arms, and now you're talking with him instead.

He found himself not in a rush to get home anymore.

[s2la02]

The little THINGS (이희승)

sypnosis: in which in the middle of a chaotic day, you're trying to get some work done while your charming boyfriend insists on heping you.. pairing: non idol bf!heeseung x fem!reader wc: 396

You were getting some work done - or at least you were trying to. The constant interrupting making it almost impossible. Everytime you tried to focus, a soft laugh from across the table would draw your attention over and over again. ''Seriously, what are you doing?'' you laughed Heeseung had in mind to ''help'' you with your project, though it seemed like the word held a completely different meaning to him. He sat on the floor, cross legged with papers around him and markers scattered around on the table in front. He was apparently drawing, but instead was doing nothing but making a scribbled mess. ''Can't you see? I'm making the perfect doodle.'' he said with exaggerated seriousness, holding up a page with a few squiggles. '''See? It's a masterpiece.'' You shook your head, trying to suppress your laughter. ''You're ridiculous'' Heeseung raised an eyebrow and scooted closer, running fingers through his messy hair. ''I'm a natural.'' He said dramatically. ''I think you're just distracted by my artwork, that's why you're so worked up.'' You laughed out loud, unable to hold it any longer. ''Natural? You can barely draw a straight line.''

Heeseung stood up, plopping down next to you, an arm slung over your shoulder. ''You have no faith in my abilities.'' he teased, nudging your shoulder with his. ''I bet I could draw a masterpiece if you just.. Gave me a kiss for inspiration.''

You rolled your eyes, but before you could reply, Heeseung was already leaning in, lips pressing softly against your cheek. You blushed, flustered as he pulled you back in for a real kiss. It was soft and you two quite melted into it. He then pulled away with a satisfied grin as he saw your expression.

''Much better.'' He said, proud of himself. ''Now I'm ready to draw.'' You couldn't help but laugh at his actions, warmth spreading within you. At least when he was around, despite the chaos and frustration, everything seemed right. Everything. Even these small fluttering moments of laughter, playful teases held something so deep in your heart.

As you resumed your work, Heeseung sat down next to you and continued drawing, happy being next to you as he hummed a tune, exaggerating his seriousness. Sure, he wasn't that helpful for your project. But he was there. And that was all you really needed. It was more than enough.

manas notes: first fic!! was literally on the plane when i got this random idea

[ranhaitanisbitch]

Mammon has nightmares after lesson 16

Spoilers for obey me lesson 16

- mammon x gn!reader

warning: angst with comfort (i think, i'm not good at this T_T), shirtless Mammon in a non-suggestive way

synopsis: mammon can't sleep because he keeps having nightmares about seeing mc die, he decides to pay them a nightly visit.

author's note: this is my first piece of creative writing ever, so please don't be too harsh on me hehe. hope you enjoy it! also would love more suggestions and ideas to write about, so i can practice some more ^_^ (also english isn't my native language, so i apologize for any mistakes)

word count: about 1.1k

3:24 AM. Mammon sighed. It was already the third time he had woken up from his sleep tonight. He had had another nightmare. Nothing unusual for the demon lately. Ever since that one particular day he had had trouble falling asleep. Whenever he laid back and closed his eyes the one memory, he tried so desperetealy to forget, kept replaying in his mind. On nights he was able to miraculously fall asleep he would be plagued by nightmares, being forced to relive that traumatic memory again and again. The demon would wake up from those nightmares drenched in sweat and repeat that process until he'd decide keeping trying would be a waste of time. Then he'd start with his daily duties, extremely sleep deprived, but at least he would have a distraction from the scenes that haunted him whenever there was a moment of quiet.

Mammon sighed again. He could feel his wet shirt clinging to his skin. He could tell he wouldn't get another second of sleep tonight, but the lack of sleep from the previous days were starting to catch up to him. During the past week he kept falling asleep in class (very much to Lucifer's disapproval) and even the photographer at his modeling gig sent him home, lecturing him about the importance of beauty sleep for models. The man told Mammon to come back when his eye bags, which were so dark they were impossible to cover, were gone. One week later the eye bags were still there if not even worse. "I can't go on like this", Mammon thought. He moved his blanket off of himself and left his room. He didn't even think about what he was doing or where he was going, but his own feet seemed to have a plan.

When he arrived in front of a door he knew too well, the demon stopped. "What am I doing? It's almost four in the morning. I shouldn't wake them up.", Mammon scolded himself as his hand was already reaching for the door handle and pushing it down. "This is so inappropriate!", "I shouldn't be here", "(M/C)'s gonna get so mad if they wake up.". Mammon's heart was pounding like crazy and suddenly stopped when he saw your sleeping face with your brows furrowed. The demon had seen you sleep once before, when he barged into your room a few months ago, in the middle of the night, to get you to sneak out with him. You looked so peaceful sleeping back then, but now your face looked all scrunched up, not peaceful at all. And now Mammon even noticed the small lamp, that was still turned on, on your bedside table. Where you having a nightmare? Were you being plagued by nightmares too? Were they the same ones he had? Were they worse? As traumatic as that day was for Mammon he couldn't even imagine how bad it must've been for you. You had literally... died. The thought alone was enough to make goosebumps rise on the demon's skin and the urge to touch and embrace you was getting stronger. He just wanted to make sure you were still there. Really there. His feet slowly approached the bed. Without thinking Mammon's hand moved to your face, softly caressing the crease between your eyebrows with one finger as if to smooth the lines. You suddenly opened your eyes and Mammon's hand shot back. Your face softened as you recognized Mammon's face and gave him a small smile, "You scared me". "Sorry", was all that the demon could come up with as he stared at your face like he couldn't believe you were real. "What are you doing here?", you asked softly. Mammon was acting unlike his usual self and that seemed to concern you. "I don't know". Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing here, but he would never admit that. Even if he wanted to, the words seemed to be stuck in his throat. You lifted your blanket up and gestured for him to slip in. Mammon immediately complied and laid down beside you. The blanket was too small for two people, so you two were practically smooshed against each other. "Mammon your shirt is drenched", you whispered feeling the damp shirt now cling to you too. "Sorry". You sighed, "Take it off. You'll get sick...". The demon blushed, but pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall down on the floor beside the bed, "is that really okay?". You just giggled softly at his shy demeanor. The skin of his cheeks turned an even darker shade of red and the demon quickly turned off the small bed side lamp, thankful you wouldn't be able to see the embarrassing color his face had taken on.

With his shirt off Mammon could feel even more of your warm skin. The feeling made him calm down. The anxious feeling he had when he first stepped through the door completely gone. You were real. You were still here. Suddenly Mammon had the strongest urge to hug you and never let go, so he carefully turned his body in your direction and put an experimental hand on your right arm. When you didn't protest he put his whole arm around your waist loosely. He felt a sensation on his arm and expected you to move his arm away. Feeling dejected he got ready to pull his hand away, but only felt your own hand caress his arm softly. Mammon let out a small sigh of relief and boldly put his head in the crook of your neck. Your free arm sneaked under Mammon's neck and started playing with his head. The demon relaxed completely. This was probably the most relaxed he had been in the past weeks since the incident. He could feel himself become more tired and was slowly starting to fall asleep. He muttered a last "good night" and drifted off to sleep.

[nebula-chao-agere]

Regressuary 2025: Day 3

(This is specifically about the movie franchise, there will not be any shipping of any kind as they're basically children in the movies and I see them all more like siblings,,)

Like Brother

Shadow was walking nervously to Tom and Maddie's room, his baby blankie trailing behind him, the corner in his hand. The small blanket was a gift from Doctor Stone, being something he'd recovered from the lab after Gerald and Ivo's death. He didn't have a use for it, but it was in that room that Shadow had been a little too attached to while there. Surely the gift wouldn't hurt. Well, not only did it NOT HURT but it actively helped Shadow when he regressed, the little hedgehog and blankie being inseparable.

He toddled down the stairs and into their currently empty room. Maddie was with Tails and Knuckles in the kitchen working on a lunch of finger foods. Tom was in the bathroom with a fussing blue blur who was very insistent on not taking a bath. While everyone was distracted, Shadow found himself poking around in the shared closet of the parents of the house. He hesitantly flipped through Tom's shirts and jackets, a small pang of jealousy. Sonic, Tails, and even Knuckles had some clothes of their own. Shadow didn't really understand the concept of clothes, not anything other than gloves and shoes anyways. But when it came to bedtime or when one of his siblings were sick, "pajamas" seemed to bring alot of comfort to them. Even just t-shirts or the soft "pants" or "shorts" appeared to have some sort of comfort and gave the wearer some ability to relax.

Sonic had grown quite the collection of t-shirts now, mostly consisting of his favorite superheroes or cartoon characters, and even a few hand-me-downs from Tom. Shadow couldn't quite place why, but he wanted a shirt of his own. He was filled with almost 100% certainty that Sonic would share his, but it just wasn't the same to him. Shadow wanted his own. He wanted to feel... human? That's not the word he was looking for. Something that made him feel a bit more "down to Earth", in a literal sense; similar to how his blankie made him feel. He shook his head, holding his blankie closer to his chest before glancing behind him. Making sure the coast was clear; he hesitantly took a plain t-shirt off of one of the hangers. He'd made sure it wasn't one he saw Tom wear often, and made sure it wasn't one of the fancier ones that he saved for special occasions. And of course, he steered very clear of his work attire. They looked uncomfortable anyway.

The shirt he'd picked would probably be huge on him, but that didn't seem to be a problem for him in the slightest. It had some cartoon mascot on it that he didn't recognize, seeming to be a yellow bear in a red shirt of his own. Shadow hesitantly checked the doorway again before he slipped it over his own head after setting his blankie down, gently, on the bed. He struggled getting his quills through at first, but eventually popped his head through. Something didn't feel quite right though... He looked down at himself, arms tucked underneath the shirt, the little guy not quite understanding how the sleeves were supposed to work.

At that very moment, Sonic sped past the bathroom, somehow already dried off, Tom calling down the hall for him to slow down. "Sonic, you know we're not supposed to run in the house!" he playfully scolded, a small laugh escaping him as he now stood at his own bedroom door. Shadow froze, not even needing to turn around as he realized the predicament he was in. He was frozen in place, his flight or fight at a standstill as he instead froze. "...Shadow?" Tom asked hesitantly, gently, after a moment. Shadow flinched, standing there with flushed cheeks as he didn't know what to do, or how to explain what he was trying to do before he was walked in on.

Not saying another word, not wanting to scare the kid, he closed the door softly, making his way over to Shadow. He crouched down next to him, taking it slow and gently, not wanting to make him flinch or jump again. Tom couldn't help the smile that had now formed on his lips as he saw his shirt hanging down to Shadow's knees. "Let me help ya bud... Is it okay to touch?" He asked before even attempting to put a handout. Once given the slightest of nods after nearly ten seconds of silence, he took a hold of one of the short sleeves, trying to guide Shadow's hand. "You gotta put your arm through here, okay?"

Shadow hesitantly did as he was told but couldn't take his eyes off of Tom. How was he being so calm about this, acting like it was normal? It was a stark contrast from how he looked at him when they had first met, and it was surreal to Shadow. The gentle touch of a father's hand was foreign but not unwelcome. He found himself strangely not pulling away as Tom took his hand and guided it through the sleeve, then doing the same with his other hand. Tom knew it was better to leave all of his questions unanswered. One wrong step, and he wouldn't hear from Shadow for weeks, the prideful hedgehog taking even the smallest of questionings harshly. Either way, he already had a bit of a guess of what he was seeing.

"You like it?" He asked with a tender smile once he'd gotten the shirt straightened out and on correctly. Shadow hid his face in his blankie, feeling ashamed of how much he enjoyed something that seemed so small and simple to everyone else in the house.

Before Tom could coax an answer out of him, Maddie called for the kiddos, trying to round them up in the living room for lunch. Tom held his arms open, offering to carry Shadow. It was always hit or miss if Shadow would let anyone pick him up... bud today... he let himself walk into Tom's arms, nuzzling his face in the fabric of his blankie that he held onto, sat atop his father's shoulder. "Let's go get some food in your tummy, yeah?"

As Tom carried him into the living room, the other three kiddos weren't even really paying attention, Tails and Sonic competeing to see who can stack the tallest "cracker sandwich" while Knuckles was filling up on the grapes while they watched the movie Maddie had turned on. Maddie however, couldn't help but raise a brow at the hedgehog in Tom's arms, strangely docile and clingy. Not that it was a bad thing, just something she wasn't expecting. Tom sat Shadow down next to the other boys... or tried to. Shadow was oddly very attached to Tom all of a sudden, almost as if he'd regressed into an even smaller headspace than before. Not wanting to draw any extra attention by asking about it, Tom sat down instead, holding Shadow in his lap. Shadow made no move to take any of the food, but watched the other three, trying to gauge what he should do here.

Being the literal Ultimate Lifeform, Shadow didn't need to eat or drink, nor was he accustomed to doing so. But when Maddie offered him a sippy cup similar to the ones the other three had, Shadow accepted it with hesitance, but almost instantly began to sip from it when he saw Sonic take a sip from his. He laid his head against Tom's chest, watching the movie, blankie in one hand, sippy in the other.

This family life really wasn't so bad... Nobody judged or expected anything of him... Nothing hurt and he was... safe? Safe. Yeah, that's the word he was looking for.

[lover-of-mine]

Anna I almost fell down the stairs at uni when I saw the video. They're trying to kill us. The colors though!!! Eddie losing all color again??? Now even Buck in gray?? (I'm blanking, when has he been in gray before? I thought maybe the gym scene but his shirt was more blue wasn't it?) I NEED to know your thoughts baby. I'm going crazy.

Maggie baby, I saw the notification on my watch, couldn't click on it and fully sat down on the curb when I did because what the hell?!???

Not only do we have Eddie in no colors again, the emotional turmoil attached to black tank tops is real, like when Chris is lying to him. Also, the way the clothes fit wrong, everything about it is screaming I don't want this to happen. Buck does wear gray a lot, it's his neutral tone, it's half the reason why Buck in sepia tones bothers me so much. But how baggy his clothes look? I'm just !!!!!!!!

I'm so obsessed with the rain of it all considering the way Eddie was literally surrounded by sun at all times last season. Remember the whole Buck searching for light thing and how Eddie was it? To have Eddie leave him in the rain is such a CHOICE.

Ugh I have so many feelings I don't know what to do with myself.

[kittenscookie]

Ares yeeting himself anon again, and again despite not reading pjo and just dipping my toes in epic my brain is working overdrive with M.E!Ares

I feel like his kids know that he loves them, and that the only reason he isn’t there is because of the rules and such, but I feel like they’d underestimate how much Ares loves them, and they wouldn’t realize until he literally falls out the sky because he wasted no time to see them after getting visitation rights, I mean, this is just based off memory of second hand knowledge of his myths but he seems the type who loves passionately/deeply but tenderly, i dont know if that makes sense

I feel like once he gets visitation rights he’d also be like Athena in his involvement with his children, he’s co-parenting now

...

Clarisse knew her dad loved them, okay? She was well aware of that fact, he made it quite obvious. Because after every achievement and milestone Athena stopped by tell her how proud Ares had been. Everytime her and her siblings won capture the flag there'd be an envelope filled with cash and drachmas on the nightstand. There'd usually be a little message attached to it, "To celebrate or split EVENLY amongst yourselves"

Athena knew her and her siblings birthdays as well as she knew her own childrens. Because every year on the day of her birth the goddess came to her with a message from her father if not a card. But when Clarisse had turned 8 that hadn't been all. She also brought a teddy bear just a head shorter than she'd been at the time. With a leather jacket and greek armor, a sword in one paw, a shield in the other. It had a little switch in its back and when you clicked it its face would go from the calm face of your average stuffed animal to angry—showing of fangs and a nasty scowl. She'd called that bear Madea and she still had it sitting on the edge of her bunk.

So yes. Clarisse knew her dad loved her—she knew alright—but sometimes...Sometimes she caught herself watching Athena and Annabeth spare, scowling. Sometimes her throat got tight when she saw Hermes and Luke banter and laugh. And in the middle of the night sometimes she'd hold those cards tight in her fist—creasing the edges—and reread the messages written in them over and over again. Then she'd do her best to smooth the edges back out and tuck them back into her bag. She knew her dad loved her but sometimes she couldn't help but wonder exactly how much.

But then the war ended and Percy made the gods swear they'd take care of their children. Two days later Clarisse and Malcolm had been sparring when she caught sight of something falling from the sky at breakneck speed. She hadn't been able to make it out before it landed—he landed. Ares, father, she'd barely had time to process before she was brought up in a bruising hug. It was tight and crushing yet gentle at the same time. Her eyes stung as the god somehow managed to pull her even closer to his chest, a large hand came up to caress the top of her head.

They stayed like that for a bit before her father managed to pull himself away—she could tell he was hesitant to do so. In that moment she realized he would have held her for hours if he could, but he had other children to be with. Children much younger that needed to be held and comforted, shown just how much their father loved them.

[zmediaoutlet]

was scrolling through your tags and saw "i wonder if he and dean argue abt gas money" and i feel like dean is in charge of their finances. like maybe there's more to be said about that topic like winchester money or lack there of, that maybe you have opinions about? i'd love to hear them.

love your writing, btw ❤️

Dean is definitely in charge of their finances, altho what "finances" means in the era of "we know how to hack credit agencies" is a little fuzzy. (Someone pointed out a laptop screenshot where Dean emails Sam and says that Sam "owes him gas money", which is both a) endearingly dumb and in character, and also b) YOU SHARE MONEY, DORK. THERE IS NO MONEY. [Dean: "It's the principle!" me: I repeat, dork.])

Winchester money is an interesting one! In the way-way back there was this big sprawly meta conversation about their interaction with class that really went all over the place, but what's interesting about it to me is that they are no-collar while coding blue-collar middle class. Like the old middle class, of limited debt and home ownership but still being on a modest salary and with modest tastes. Maybe a vacation once a year, etc. Not that that was their exact situation, but it's the social bracket they occupy. Note that Sam was desperate to get into the white-collar strata and really tried hard to play at that, especially in s1, but like a lot of the jumped-up masses he was more bougie nouveau riche than actually part of that set -- note how he couldn't order a glass of wine in Provenance (which happens to be one of my most hated scenes in the whole series, but that's not Sam's fault, lol). He makes fun of Dean's blue-to-no-collar tendencies but he's irrevocably part of them, and luckily he grows up mentally enough over the first few years that we don't get as much of that college kid crap, just home from school and making fun of Mom's casserole for not being what the kids in the city think is cool. You like the casserole, kid. Stop fronting.

But Winchesters-and-money really takes on a whole other valence because they're free of it. Like obviously in latter years once the credit cards get perfect (I guess that's as of the introduction of Frank and/or Charlie) it means nothing, and I'm glad of that bc we actually don't need to think about it, it's a solved problem. But when they're younger, there's the literal in-the-moment needs of food/gas money/clothes/where are we gonna sleep tonight, and they're very hand-to-mouth. But the way they're hand to mouth is like... fine. They don't have to worry about a mortgage. The Impala certainly does not have insurance, and neither do they have health insurance. There is no retirement account and there are no debt collectors knocking. They're free of the credit/financial system in a way almost no one else is, because they're also completely free to steal and pirate their way through life. Not least because it's the moral choice inside the textual universe -- they have to be free to save the day, so who cares if they're fucking over some random person's credit history.

It does a really interesting thing to their characterization. They're not stuck in the backbreaking poverty of e.g. the characters in Shameless. They aren't struggling to pay bills because they don't have bills. There's in-the-moment urgency but once that moment has passed and there's food in their bellies and gas in the car and Sam's got a new pair of shoes without a hole -- they don't really have to think about it the way most would. It's almost more of an aesthetic than it is a foundational shaping. That said, you do have to solve those moments as they come because there's no savings cushion, either, so either you get the new cards from the PO box or you figure out how to scam someone or you, you know. Do whatever else Dean might've done, to make sure there was food on the table.

[scorpio1205]

HEAR ME OUT CAKE !!!! (viral TikTok trend)

Summary: Nick, Bambi, Matt and Chris make a hear me out video

Warnings: swearing, nicknames, mentions of sex, odd hear me outs, kisses, teasing, and fluff

Bambi sat in the backseat next to Nick as she tried to open her pink lemonade "Matty, I can't open this." She leaned over handing it to her boyfriend.

Matt tried to open it for a few minutes and couldn't get it opened, and sighed, turning to Nick "Can you open this for us, Pop-pop"

Bambi watched happily, she just really wanted her drink. Her smile slowly died turning into a pout as she realized Nick also couldn't open it. "Boo"

"Is this like cemented shut?" Matt sighed. "Nick don't spill it on yourself"

After a bit longer Nick leaned forward "OH MY GOD, are you guys pranking me?!"

"I wish we were" Bambi grumbled.

"You cant get that open?" Chris finally turned around with a snicker.

Nick immediately snapped back "Neither could you!"

"I could do that first try"

"Honest to God"

"Gimme it." Chris rolled his eyes taking it as Nick screamed

"You're not allowed to have this lemonade if you-" Nick was cut off by Chris opening it with ease before handing it to Bambi with a charming smile.

She smiled happily taking it "Thanks Chrissy." after taking a sip she handed it to Matt who took it and kissed her hand as a thanks.

After Nick went on his rant about change, Bambi wasn't really listening, her eyes on Matt a majority of the time, specifically his jaw and lips as they started.

"Judy Hopps" Matt showed his first one, Nick, Chris and Bambi all screamed seeing the picture.

"That photo is crazy...."

Matt made a face "Whats the photo.." He turned it to him. "Oh wait! My bad wrong photo" He switched it out before handing it to Nick to put it in the water case as Chris pulled out a picture of Judy Hopps as well.

"That's fucking wild" Bambi giggled seeing this, she hadn't realized that Matt and Chris had similar taste in women.

"Mines like an obvious hear me out" Chris started as the three of them nodded he pulled out the picture "It's middle part Matt"

Bambi laughed leaning over Nick "Mines in the same boat..... it's not middle part Matt though" She pulled out three pictures "mines Stubble Matt, Matt in his pink bear shirt and Matt with glasses" She grinned.

"Baby that's literally insane." Matt laughed with a soft blush on his face. "Can I add to this collection though, cause I have comfy Nick"

It was Bambi's turn "Okay, so technically this is a duo."

"A duo?" Matt laughed confused

"Yes...." She put the picture down in front of the camera "Fred and George Weasley"

"Oh my god"

Chris' mouth was agap "Both of them?"

"Honestly, yeah. I have no idea why. Especially the actors. Them with brown hair is even better"

Matt snickered "Okay, well I have more than one picture too." He pulled out the pictures. "Bambi with no makeup, high school Bambi, and Late night drive Bambi..."

She leaned over the case of water looking at the pictures, seeing an extra one and taking it from him with a shriek. "You're insane!" She turned red "No one needs to see that fourth one"

Matt snickered slightly leaning over and placing the three he named in the case before pecking her lips. "you're beautiful, Bambi"

Before she could respond Chris cut her off "I have one, I think Matt will enjoy" he pulled a picture out, Nick who saw the picture first gaped his jaw dropping. "Prom Bam-Bam"

Matt glared at his brother "Kid, what the fuck" he fought the urge to slap him.

"What, I can't put my date to prom on a cake.....case of water?"

Bambi cut in "To clarify, Chris and I went to prom as friends. Just friends"

"Yep. Just friends"

Chris went to speak but was cut off by Nick "lets just move on please"

Dividers made by @bernardsbendystraws

@sturnmeovr @big-poppa23 @sturns-mermaid @mattsstarlet @colorthecosmos444 @iammattswife

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer was facing the back of the couch when his eyes cracked open. He wasn't sure of the time, but he could hear some rustling in the bed and some quiet curse words.

Adam must be awake.

Smirking, Lucifer decided to pretend to be asleep. He could tell the young detective was embarrassed by the fact he came in his sleep. If only he knew the truth.

-

Adam couldn't believe it. Of all placed to have a wet dream, in the bed of his boss is literally the worse! And he's in the room with him!

Thankfully, Lucifer's still asleep.

He didn't know what to do. There was so much on his stomach. If Adam moved, it'll run onto the floor or the bed.

Adam whispered: Shit... the hell am I supposed to do?

Looking around, he saw one of his work shirts on the other side of the bed. He could easily wear a plain short today. Surely no one would notice.

Reaching over and grabbing the shirt, Adam held it to his stomach, covering the mess he made, and slowly sat up.

Glancing at Lucifer's back, he could see the older man breathing calmly. Thank God he hasn't woken up.

All Adam had to do was get to the bathroom.

-

Lucifer almost laughed as he heard the bed squeak, and Adam curse to himself. Poor little dove.

Smirking, Lucifer turned in around, so he was facing Adam. But, keeping his eyes closed just enough, he shouldn't be able to tell Lucifer's awake.

It took so much willpower not to laugh at the horrified expression on Adam's face as he turned around. He almost felt bad.

-

Jesus christ. Adam had to move. And quickly.

-

Lucifer's eyes opened more as Adam turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Once he was inside, the door closed and locked softly.

Lucifer: Adorable~.

Serial Killer x FBI Agent

Bonus points: Lucifer is the senior agent training Adam and is also the killer he's training Adam to find.

Stalking

Possessive behavior

He would (and will) kill for Adam

How did you know I love problematic!Lucifer?

Poor Adam just wants to do his job, and now he has a serial killer after him.

[thegoddessprose]

Found this, a bit of a callback to the "bold survey" past of this blog, but with ships

Bold or color if it's true, italics if it's one sided. Obviously, I have to do Chitarch...

height difference (5'10 vs. 5'5)/ mutual pining / first kiss / wedding / in-jokes / lgbtq+ / family disapproves / would die for each other / would kill for each other / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / pda friendly / and they were roommates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing worldviews / getting a pet (Post-MJ) / have kids / want kids / grow old together / relationship failures (Neither of them could be pinned down before this)/ rests head on shoulder / share a bed / relationship doubts (Chiasa wanting to sacrificially supportive and Plutarch not recognizing his feelings)/ they have a song / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies (I imagine they both like to sketch... Different things but still)/ cooking for each other (Chiasa sharing recipes and that bread making headcanon... 🥰)/ big fancy gala / forehead touches / hair stroking (Scalp massages...) / sitting on each other’s laps / sexual tension / can’t be together / battle couple / Friends to Lovers (Friends with benefits to lovers but still)/ Enemies to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / keeping secrets / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle / destructive romance / envy / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” / shared values / slow burn / love letters

You know what... Gonna do TigTak (Tigris x Tak) of Nitimur In Vetitum too.

height difference / mutual pining / first kiss / wedding / in-jokes / lgbtq+ (Wrote Tigris as bi)/ family disapproves / would die for each other / would kill for each other / fake relationship / arranged wedding / cuddlers / pda friendly / and they were roommates / holding hands / secret relationship / opposing worldviews / getting a pet / have kids (He does... She adores them) / want kids / grow old together / relationship failures (Unconventional situation and neither are used to intimacy of the emotional variety)/ rests head on shoulder / share a bed / relationship doubts (He's her best friend's husband (But it's all kosher!!) and he wonders if he's too old or even good enough for her)/ they have a song (La Vie en Rose) / first date / sharing a blanket / mutual interests / study buddies / bathing together / crash into hello / accidental nudity / laundry / same hobbies / cooking for each other (And with each other...)/ big fancy gala / forehead touches / hair stroking / sitting on each other’s laps / sexual tension / can’t be together (Damn politics) / battle couple / Friends to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / keeping secrets / love after loss / exes / declaration of love / flirting / love triangle (Kinda??)/ destructive romance / envy / “I Don’t Want to Ruin Our Friendship” / shared values / slow burn / love letters

[doodlejoltik]

secret back strike technique

[oyeixcher]

First as Yok in Not Me ↳ Episode 2

"Yok. Who are you drawing?"

[tallest-marij-reblog]

HonestlY, just given the amount of different powers Rolando had, and how mastered, like, powerful they were, I legit thought Rolando was a Sin. I thought he was Leviathan (I did not think he was dead, he just got worn out and literally threw in the towel, faking his own death - and literally all of it for fun).

That said, the Envians we've seen so far have all acted very snooty. All having a very strong "better than though" tendanczy. Rolando, ironically, had it the least. He actually took Blitz and Millie quite a bit more seriously than most high-ranking demons do. Glitz & Glam could barely be bothered with Fizz, other than to take jabs at him. But Rolando... he had a heck of a fun time with Millie and Blitz. (I would remind that while, yes, ye was very cruel with his words to them, that was all very tailoured to them - most of the time he was throwing their own words back at them - and all because HE FEEDS ON NEGATIVE EMOTIONS, not because he was just a jerk... like, there was a motivation behind it beyond just being an asshole for the sake of being an asshole).

No other Envian has been seen putting that much time and effort and actual energy into interacting with an imp. Ever.

BUT, that said, I would put infestor demons above clown fish (Glitz & Gllam), and the other Envian we saw being a karen at Blitz. I'd also theorise Rolando is an exception among infestors.

So, Envians generally seem to be those weathy folks who'd live in those fancy upperclass neighbourhoods - just given their attitudes. So, I'd def rank them above most hellborns, but below royals.

Where infestor demons actually fall, I'm not sure. I'd LIKE to think of Rolando as being very close to royalty, but I dunno.

But given just the amount of power he had, and DIFFERENT powers, that is Goetia-level. Just the sheer amount of different spells he could do, was on level with Stolas, who's shown to have had quiet the arsenal of tricks himself. Now, I'm not sure of the actual level of mastery and powerfulness of each of his powers, but I am positive he could have leveled the hotel with his shockwave, if he'd wanted to. That little head turn did not feel like that was the max power of that spell. It felt like that was the MINIMUM power of it. He didn't want to destroy the hotel, just make it known he's a powerhouse, and literally just 'tickled' the hotel.

What I also haven't understood is how quickly he suddenly wore out. I mean, he was literally feeding on Blitz while fighting Millie, and he was giving her a good smackdown until that point where he actually got exhausted. My theory is that possessing someone and using their body takes a ton of energy. And he wasn't just walking around being creepy, he was fighting Millie with as much energy and power as he had done with both in his intitial reveal. So, I just feel like posessing an imp/hellborn takes an insane amount of energy, more than posessing a human would I'd imagine, and Rolando hadn't expected the drain to be so high - and, of course, Millie wasn't falling for his attempts to hurt her emotionally, so he couldn't feed from her too during.

(He seemed to start to wear down somewhere after this. Can't see it here, but you can tell when he realises he's struggling.)

That all aside, and back to the actual question of where infestors rank:

I'd still put Envians and infestors below the Goetia, or else I'd certainly have expected to see some in court during the ep, 'Mastermind'. That def seemed like all royals would've been expected to attend, or else why were ALL the Sins there??

So, I"d put infestors below royals, but probs still somewhere around upperclass or even nobility.

But, yeah, them's my thoughts.

Now that we know infestor demons exist in the Hellaverse, I wonder where they belong on the hierarchy?

[masque-of-plague]

If you feel like you need "permission" to do something in fandom, this post is for you!

Something I've noticed a lot of in this fandom is that people hesitate so much to do so many wonderful things they want to do because they feel like they need someone else's "permission" in order to do it.

Understandably, there was a HUGE history of people dog-piling, harassing, and bullying people for doing things that were not explicitly approved by either the creators or the fandom at large. I am so happy that the tumblr fandom in particular has moved away from that horrible time, but the effects it had on people still linger, even beyond things that "weren't allowed."

So if you need permission to do something you've been thinking of doing, I'm giving you permission. 💕

Do you have an idea for a fan event but you need someone to tell you that you can? I'm telling you right now that not only can you start that fan event, but you will do a great job AND people will love it.

Do you have an idea for a fanfiction but you're worried that people won't like it? I'm holding your face gently and promising you that there is an audience for everything and if absolutely nothing else, you deserve to make that fic.

Do you have a headcanon that directly conflicts with common headcanons in the fandom? I support you having that headcanon. YES, even if other people dislike or even hate that headcanon. YES, even if some people are upset about that headcanon. It's their job to avoid that headcanon then-- it's not your job not to have it.

You deserve a space to be heard, to make your creations, to hold you headcanons. Anything that brings you joy, amusement, euphoria, validation, healing, catharsis, anything that you find interesting or enjoyable, you deserve to engage with it.

I promise you are capable. I promise you are not doing anything wrong. I promise you are not hurting anything.

Whatever you thought about while reading this post? I am giving you permission to do it.

[chussy]

if your country is a part of NATO then joining your country's military is fucking psychotic imo. like you could just get sent to die whenever and wherever the americans want you to die in the name of profit. genuinely insane to put yourself in that situation