#Shinny Beats

[brain-empty]

[ferngle]

they're on the way to beat you up (or they just wanna show you a shinny rock)

[luxthestrange]

KNY Incorrect quotes#30 Natural causes

Uzui: You killed him!?

Hashira!Y/n: He died of natural causes~

Uzui: You call dying from a knife to the neck “natural causes?”

Obanai: Obviously, Dying when you’re stabbed in the neck is the most natural thing in the world

Hashira!Y/n: It would have been really unnatural if he’d survived

Uzui: WHY DID YOU TWO EVEN KILLED HIS MAN!?

Hashira!Y/n & Obanai: He was Mitsu's Ex ratty broad egg-looking shinny ex-fiance...

Uzui*Looks at the corpse*...

Uzui:...YOU BITCH!?!*Screams at the corpse*DAMMIT NOW I MISSED MY CHANCE TO KILL HIM-*Check his pulse and sighs in relief*...Good he still alive... lets's call the whole gang...they should get a chance to beat his unflamboyant ass

[thefandomdirtymind]

Shiny offering

OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji Series - NSFW The small favor

A/N IMPORTANT: I am the little weirdo who's like crows and though that a pirate with a crow would be really cool. So, I'm really sorry if you're scare of bird, but I hope you will find the story funny because I have a lot of fun with it and my new obsession for this man.

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.  

If you enjoy my story please let me know.

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Sanji never had a particular interest in birds. At least not living ones. Once featherless, beheaded and ready to be cooked. He, of course, has a lot of thoughts and recipes about how to prepare them, each idea more delicious than the other. 

But, as the Crow expanded his wings and flew above him for the fifth time that day. He started to wonder if the black bird meat would taste more like chicken and then, be better in a rotisserie kind of dish, or would it be surprisingly more delicate, like the duck. 

A mystery he would probably never know even if he could. Or if he did, not with this precise bird. Because, even if the blond never had a thought about the feathered animal, he has a lot of interest in you and, as irritating as it is, your crow seems to dislike him as much as Zoro does. 

He didn’t attack him directly of course, you would never let this happen. 

Yet, if Sanji is too close to you when you're all on the deck or if you share a moment alone with the cook. The damn winged dinosaur never missed a beat stealing his, lite or not, cigarette that was in his hand or between his lips.

The bird has often even tried to take his ring, but, to this day, never succeeded. However his favorite target was his blonde hair. Golden straw that he could pick few at the time between his beck before flying away as quickly as he could. 

Everytime, as you tried without success to not laugh. Biting your lips in that charming way he liked so much. You assure him that Deimos didn’t really hate him, he was  just a little bit too protective or attracted to the shiny thing on his person. Like humans he needs time to adjust to new people. 

“ I understand Madam, but I don’t see stealing Zoro shinny earring neither and that be a show I would love to see “ He once replied, trying to repress the bitterness in his tone, massaging the sore spot on his head where Deimos had took three of his hair.

“Well, Zoro didn’t have hair similar to pretty rays of sunshine, that’s for sure and I honestly don’t know, they seem to already be best buddy that kinda funny “ You said, your gaze fixed on the strange duo that was Zoro and your pet, napping in a hammock between two Tangerine trees. 

“ That because they have something in common, they both hate me that’s why” 

“ You know, Crows love to collect things who shine and offer them to their partner or their favorite human. Once a crow trusts you, he or his children never forget you, they have a memory that they extend to their children for generations and they will always return to you. It’s amazing”  

“ Then Madam it seem that I will be hate for generation “       

It has been almost five months now that you were a member of the crew and the relentless animal didn’t stop. Although, Sanji couldn’t forget that conversation that you had about those damn birds offering shining things to the person they affectionate. The way you smiled, the gleam in your eyes as if you were sharing that fun fact like if it was a romantic story. Even if it was an anodin moment, he couldn’t forget how perfect you were. Relax, your arm crossed on the railing of the upper deck in the soft light of the morning. 

It wasn’t a secret that the blondie fell for you at the minute that he saw you. He had tried to flirt as much as he could, challenged your taste buds by making you his best dishes and even switched his generic “Madam” for a warmer nickname “ mon coeur”. A sweet name he uses, usually as often as he calls himself the Best Cook of the East blue. 

“ Mon coeur, do you want a kind of food in particular for supper ?” 

“ Be careful Mon coeur, the tea is hot” 

“ You see Mon coeur, one day I will see the All Blue and I will explore it with you ”  

But, nothing had seemed to enlighten your comprehension about his intention. Of course, a more direct approach would give him an immediate answer, still, like in his cooking, Sanji liked a more slow and progressive approche.

It was when thinking about his next move that the strange event occurred.

Busy in the kitchen, peeling potatoes for his famous beef stew, the man suddenly heard a metallic noise, like a utensil falling on the floor. As a chef, it wasn't uncommon, but since he was alone in the room and all his instruments were in front of him, it was indeed, really strange. It was only after his gaze had scanned the room that he finally saw it. 

Perched on the side of the table, under the open window, the dark bird, a spoon in his beck, was watching the floor where a solitary fork was laying.

“ Oh no sir, this place is my domain you will not ruin it, get out” He exclaimed, not without thinking of how ridiculous he must look, talking at this bird like if he was a rude client of the Baratie.

For answer, Deimos only croak once, jumps between two potatoes just in front of him, turns his onyx head on the side and then, under the blue glare of the men, drops the polished spoon. 

The eating tool in itself wasn’t really special, unless the fact that it had been lost two weeks ago, along the fallen fork of course.   

“ Oh so now you steal my utensil. My hair and my smoke wasn’t enough ?” Sanji sighs before reaching for the discarded silver instrument. 

For answer, the crow slowly approached his head to the metallic object and started to admire his own smaller reflection before taking his fly, exiting the kitchen.

Coming back after less than five minutes later, this time with a shimmering shell and one of Nami small hair clips. Same as the spoon, he gently drops them in front of the blonde man, tilling his head, like he is waiting for something.

Like said before, Sanji never had a soft spot for birds, but he had a fond memory of that conversation with you about the way they express their affection. So, little by little, as he watched one by one the glittery, polish, shimmery stuff your crow just bought him, two realizations struck him. First, the damn feathers dinosaur has finally taken a liking for him and second he finally knew how to show you how dear you are in his eyes. 

“ Well, I almost regret now that I imagine you many times in my oven. I admit that you don't seem that bad alive now…thank you” Sanji smiled, putting the stew on the stove, letting it cook and before starting collecting the item for his new plan.   

It was only a long time after dinner that he could put his said plan in action. With a little help from his now winged friend.

As the Going Merry was lazily crossing the water, Sanji was still again in the kitchen, preparing diverse elements. To citrus marinade for supper the next day, to dry leaf for future recipes.  

Nevertheless, he was ready when the flap of the wing followed by footsteps could be heard near his area.  

Deimos was the first to enter the kitchen, taking his now usual place in the left corner of the kitchen island, your bracelet still on his beck. Close by a few steps, you enter at his pursuit, stopping only when you seen the strange show that was the gorgeous chef ,slowly busy pressing a lemon and your large pet, sharing the same space without apparent bickering.

“ Hi Sanji, sorry to barge in there like that. Deimos feels apparently playful today, he stole my bracelet. But look at you both, you finally bound as I can see” You joyfully said, taking a seat in front of the kitchen island. 

“ Hello Mon coeur, well as you can see we came to an arrangement if I can call it that. " Sanji replied, pulling an almond from his pocket and giving it to the bird as he rescued your bracelet “ But I’m grateful that he bring you here now, I also had something for you, a special dessert”  

Turning his back from you for a minute, missing the long glance you give to his perfect ass in his tailored pants, you smile. You weren't stupid, in fact, you were particularly smart. Even if you didn’t understand why Usopp had taken a habit of joking about the fact that you seem blind to love. 

You had noticed the blonde chef the first day on this boat and since then, had developpe what Nami had called a “crush” on him. What’s not love about him ? You like the way he calls you Mon coeur making yours fluster, the way his smile reaches his eyes every time he talks about food and of course the fact that he was always so kind with you. But never you would push those thoughts on him, no, it seems that all his love was for food and as long as you live you will respect that.

The first thing you saw after the blondie had put the bowl in front of you was the beauty of the presentation. Served in a plain white bowl, a delicate pale lilac ice cream was piled, decorated with colorful berries that automatically make your mouth water.

However it wasn’t the berries who’s most caught your eyes. Coating there the side of a raspberry, there in a few pieces the side of the cold cream, there floating lazily like if it were on a river, small gold flakes was highlighting the sweet, giving it the allure of a masterpiece. 

“ Homemade lavender ice cream with berries assorted with flakes of edible gold “ Sanji proudly present, your favorite smile on his lips. “ I had the idea when we were talking about crows and their habit of giving their partner or…favorite person…shiny things” He lied. Never would he admit to you that your bird, trying to fancy him, gave him the idea.  Never on his chef corpse.

“ Sanji, that’s almost too beautiful to eat. The colors, the sweet smell , the…glittery gold” You admiratively said, your joy suddenly catching up with the realization of what he had just said. 

You were his favorite person. 

Lifting at the same time your gaze and the spoon, you take a small amount of the ice cream and taste his declaration of love. 

Just like him it was amazing. Sweet, refreshing and addictive. 

“ So...is that to your liking ? “ He inquired after a small moment, unsure if you taken your time to enjoy the dessert or trying to find a delicate way to put him down. 

“ It’s the best thing I ever tasted, here take a bite “ You offer, lifting the silverware at the level of his mouth. 

Taking your offering, your gaze lock on each other, you both couldn’t repress your smile as he let slip the head of the spoon out of his mouth. 

“ Definitely one of my be…” He couldn’t finish. 

His tie caught on your fist, his torso inclined and supported by his strong arms above the kitchen island. Your cold lips had suddenly crashed against his, taking him off guard and at the same time his breath away. 

Sanji, still ,quickly catch up. Adjusting his position to support the back of your head with one of his hands. He slightly brushes his tongues against your sugary lips, savoring them like a peculiar delicacy. But, as your tongue met, exploring and dancing against each other in a french ritual. He became more and more greedy of your lips, throwing away his usual self control at the first hearing of your panting breath. 

Still trapped in the warm embrace of his lips, enjoying the contrast of his warm tongue against your ice cream cold one, you suddenly heard a groan pronounced by none of you. 

“ Great, now the waiter will stop looking like a love sick puppy. But did you really have to expose us to that ?”

Breaking the kiss, you gave a glance at the door where Zoro, his arm crossed on his chest, was rolling his eyes, clearly already done with both of you. 

Biting your lips of embarrassment you still couldn’t prevented, neither Sanji at it seem, to smile. 

“ Nevermind. Come on black chicken “ He calls your bird, who, now used to it ,goes perch himself on one of his shoulders. Before quitting the doorframe to disappear into the ship “ I have to clean my blade and I know they are not clean enough until you watch your reflection in it. “ 

Laughing at the incongruous friendship of the Swordsman and your pet. You returned your attention to Sanji, another tea spoon of ice cream in his hand.

“I’m sorry” You apologize, still laughing. 

“ No need to be embarrassed Mon coeur “ He smile, regaining as it seem, his composure

“ No, I mean, now I don’t know what I prefer between the dessert or your kisses “ 

Taken aback, Sanji slowly smiles, deposing a small kiss on your lips. 

“ Then why not enjoy them both together…I will gladly supply it every time you ask for it”

Smiling you then proceeded to enjoy the delicious cold dessert and the body warm contrast for the rest of the day and more.  

Bonus : 

Not that Sanji was ashamed to tell you, no. But, even after a year after the event of the offering silverware et other shiny knick-knacks.

He still had, hide behind a pile of pots, the many items brought to him, along the years, by Deimos. Because, even after all this, he was still the reason why you were finally in his arms at night and yes, he had to admit it, he had kind of come to like it, that damn bird. 

[batterygarden]

this heart is mine (ɔ˘ ³(ˆ◡ˆc)

contents: shin x fem & afab! reader, violence and minor body horror (not on shin/reader), established relationship, explicit smut (hand job, facial, fingering, p in v, creampie), size kink + slight pain, public sex (abandoned shopping mall), dubcon because shin says he doesn't wanna do it out in the open but you still do, mild and v teasing degradation from shin, he calls you bug as a pet name haha, ab 2.3 k words

a/n: at last, my dorohedoro brain rot has come to fruition. noi is not mentioned here because I ship shinoi in such a monogamous soulmate way that this fic has to exist in a completely different timeline. please talk to me about dorohedoro, anybody!! i'm on my knees!

18+ please! mdni

You try to focus on Shin’s shoes. The way his jordans echo on linoleum, squeaking with every dodge and jump. He’s surprisingly light on his feet for his build—his movements extra impressive since he’s also supporting you, trying and failing not to choke him while you cling to his back. Yes, the sound his shoes make is definitely preferable to the ugly cries and shouts of his victims—things you do not wish to commit to memory. 

You only peek open your eyes twice during his fight. Shin tells you to keep them shut and you have a feeling he’d somehow know if you disobeyed, so the two looks are somewhat accidental and fast. 

Once, it’s when Shin almost flings you off while he dodges a barrage of attacks, and you open your eyes just as he ducks the two of you beneath an opponent’s rusty chain whip. The next is when you hear the screams of his targets—for a moment you can’t help but watch how their limbs come apart through Shin’s thick smoke. 

How scary.

“Okay,” he sighs once it’s over, setting you carefully on a bench around the corner. “You can open your eyes now. But stay. right. there.”

He disappears from your sight then, back to the room of the carnage, leaving you to listen to the mysterious sound of rustling plastic for a couple of minutes. 

When he returns it’s with a knotted garbage bag in hand, tossing it a yard from the bench before collapsing in the space beside you. 

“Are you alright?” Shin asks then, leaning forward to rest elbows on knees, rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses. He’s removed his cute little heart mask you love so much, but at least now you get an eyeful of his handsome face. You don’t attempt to hide your ogling.

“Mhm, not a scratch!” 

“That's good.” 

There’s silence for a minute. Then: “any particular reason you decided to pay me a visit at work today?” Shin’s tone is patient, but he gives you this tired look, like he’s picking you up from the principal's office for the third time in a month. It only has you rubbing your thighs together if you’re honest. 

“Um yes,” you scoot closer, “I was missing you…”

“Missing me?”

You nod fast, eyes wide beneath your lashes while you gaze up at him. 

“Real bad, Shinnie”

You watch the understanding spread on his face in real time—biting your lip at his accompanying groan. There’s only ever been one scenario that earns that nickname. 

“You risked your life to get dogged?” He sounds exasperated. You giggle, hooking an ankle around one of his. 

“Someone ought to beat your ass one of these days.” 

“Whaaat?! It’s not a crime to be horny…” 

“For being slow,” Shin corrects, tapping your temple. You rub at the spot, seizing the time of his movement to weasel your way beneath his arm. It’s an art, your ability to weasel into this man’s personal space. 

He sighs, not attempting to move away from you, watching with raised brows as your hand inches up his thigh. You’re awfully forward today. 

“I knew it would work out okay. You’re the best at what you do, Shinnie…” 

His voice gets adorably pouty. “I thought I asked you to stop calling me that, by the way.”

There’s a sharp inhale through his teeth then as your fingers find his cock, hard under your touch. His hand covers yours. 

“Wait. Maybe not out here…”

You only look up at him with your annoyingly wide eyes, saying nothing but slowly moving your hand to his belt. Shin simply watches with a conflicted frown on his face, eyes occasionally flicking to see your mischievous expression. Not a lick of obedience as per fucking usual. 

He lets out a shaky breath when you free his cock a moment later, his legs spreading once you yank at his pants.

“If someone sees, I’m going to kill them. Just—“ his breath hitches when you spit on his tip, letting it drip down, “—just so you know. I don’t even wanna deal.“

You laugh as you begin pumping him in your hand. 

You always get a kick out of Shin’s cheeks when you touch him like this, blushing all deep and rosey. So you reach to plant a kiss on one, milking a bead of pre at the same time and wiping it up with your thumb. You suck it off your finger before resuming your motions.  

“Oh yeah? Even En?”

More spit. 

“Fuck. Probably—hah!—not, god. Let’s not talk about him.” 

You think that you could get Shin to answer any question you could come up with while you’re rubbing his cock, truthfully. If he ever wants to keep a secret he’ll be done for. But you decide to quit your teasing—he’s being sweet, letting you play with his cock at all in the middle of a public (albeit currently abandoned) shopping center. Better to be sweet back.

“”Course handsome,” you trap his nearest ankle completely in both of yours, planting a kiss to his shoulder, too, your gentle pumping motions unrelenting. Touching as much as possible. 

“Did I tell you I think you’re the prettiest man alive?” 

He whines when you squeeze at his tip, leaking more and more pre and gripping at the edge of the bench behind you with white knuckles.

“Ngh—fuck. Yeah, you actually have.” 

“Good. Well, I’m just reminding you then.” You kiss him again, closer to his mouth, steadily increasing the speed of your palm against his length, adding a bit more gentle pressure around his tip. 

Shin bites his lip, his brows all tense and furrowed while his hips twitch beneath you. 

“Is my baby getting close?” You ask, your voice a coo. Like he’s some lost kitten you found and not a 200-something pound muscled-up murder machine. 

“Yes—“ He nods fast, unable to hide the twitch of his hips.

Briefly, cruelly, you consider edging him. 

But then you remember how good he is to you, and decide against it, squeezing him and milking him just right till he’s whining and groaning and you know he’s about to make a mess. So you crouch in front of him, opening your mouth wide and giving him a place to do it. The second you do Shin is cumming in creamy white ropes all over, landing sticky cum on your cheeks and nose and mouth. His aim certainly could have been worse, at least he avoided your eyes. You lick up what you can and wipe the rest on Shin’s jacket when he hands it to you—thankful for the gesture. 

Shins still collecting himself, panting and leaning against the wall behind the bench when you stand in front of him then, hands gliding over his shoulders with this needy expression on your face. 

“You’re set on fucking right here, bug?” He reads your mind to ask, before looking pointedly towards his crime scene around the corner then at the garbage bag, his shaky breaths evening out. He slides farther back on the bench when he gets his answer, giving a lazy whistle when your panties are tugged down from under your dress. No need to question further than that. 

Then you’re climbing your knees on the bench to straddle him—leaning so you can rest your weight on his thighs. The position only works because of his size—you’re grateful you snagged yourself a goddamn bodybuilder for a boyfriend. 

“I need you right now, baby. Can’t wait.” You let him know, fingers trailing up his neck to cradle his face while your other hand plays with his tie—his own work their way up your thighs.

Your lips meet hungrily then, kissing deep and feral all at once like the two of you just now noticed you’re starving. Shin lets out a relieved sigh into your mouth when you do, and you moan into his, arching against him when his hand makes its way up your dress. 

“Shin—“ 

His fingers feel rub into the sticky mess at your center, gathering the slick before pressing your clit.

You buck unintentionally. 

“You’re so—“ Shin’s interrupted when you plant another peck on his lips. “—Messy.”

He says it like a compliment, like it’s a pleasant surprise—though it probably isn’t surprising. 

“Needy.” He adds as he sinks fingers inside of you, stretching you out while you grind against him. His long fingers always drive you insane—they’re so big and different from your own when you touch yourself. It’s like he’s able to reach your soul.  

“‘M always needy for you ba—baby,” your voice has that whiny higher pitch it gets when he makes you feel good. If you’re not careful you’ll cum before Shin’s even inside of you. 

“Let me—let me ride you. I wanna feel your cock, please, baby…” 

“You can once you cum.”

Shin’s pace of his fingers pumping inside you gets more rhythmic, his palm pressing against your clit while it does. 

You can hardly string the words together to reply, burying your face in shin’s neck while you’re brought closer and closer to release. You can only groan at him. 

“You’ll take me better this way anyways,” he mumbles more to himself. Then his free hands running down the back of your skull, petting you while you rock against him.  “Let it go, bug. Cum for me.”

Now is an occasion you’ll oblige him, clamping around his digits right when he tells you to. The feeling’s such a relief—you truly have been horny all day—that you feel like crying, spasming around your boyfriend’s long, stitched fingers till your vision’s blurred. 

You’re sticky when you finally come down, leaving a mess all over Shin’s fingers and a bit on his pants, but he doesn’t seem to mind—little hearts in his eyes as he wipes your release all over his hard-again cock once you lean back. 

“Good girl,” he says, his clean hand rubbing your waist. “Looks like you can listen.” There‘s no bite to his words. Only teasing. 

You smile at him, docile in the way you can sometimes be once he’s made you cum. “Only to you.”

There’s another peck to Shin’s lips then before you’re lifting your hips, wasting no time to ease yourself onto his cock—finally the moment you’ve been fucking waiting for—nothing left to slow you down. The stretch of it leaves you panting. The drag of every ridge of him is so delicious—he’s so thick, it’s a feeling that’s irreplaceable. 

Shin seems borderline pussydrunk already by the time you bottom out, head thumped against the wall behind him, eyes squeezed shut and jaw slack. You take advantage of his vulnerable mouth to capture his lips in yours again, sharing a breathy, sloppy and drooly kiss while your hips start to rock. 

You’re being gentle. Trying to ease your way into movement when the stretch of shin’s massive cock id borderline painful, but soon strong hands are digging into your hips, holding you in place while shin bucks up into you himself. It’s not a surprise—shin’s never had the greatest self control, and your pussy often erases what semblance of it he does possess. You’re honestly pretty sure even if you had tried to edge him earlier he would have held your hand still and fucked up into it himself. 

Shin reaches deep into your guts when he fucks you like this, holding you and bouncing you like you’re a toy. He doesn’t talk to you like one though, shin worships with his words where he doesn’t with his actions—mumbling praise after praise while he controls a brutal pace, seemingly entirely by accident. 

You’re pussy’s so tight, bug. Y’re—hah—squeezing me so well.

It feels so good—it’s like you’re made for me. 

Wanna take you with me everywhere so we can do this all the time. 

You can only smile and mhm and try to kiss his pouty lips when you can—the breath keeps getting knocked from your lungs so it’s hard to respond. Shin feels so good—you fit together perfectly—it’s hard not to go stupid with the bliss of it. 

You’re cumming before you ever registered how close you were, no warning as you suddenly spasm around him, throwing your head back with a cry while shin sucks marks onto your neck. You see stars, creaming till the sound of shin’s cock slapping into you turns loud and wet. 

But you know you’re not done, Shin isn’t done—and you knew better than to start something you couldn’t finish. So you cry out and dig nails into his arms while he bounces you faster, pounding into your overstimulated cunt till you’re on the brink of cumming again, babbling broken words.

You end on a high cry of Shin's name when your pussy clamps down a third time, milking Shin for all that he’s worth till he’s filling you—pumping your insides with cum till you fear a tummy ache. 

You collapse into him once you’ve both fizzled down, laying yourself against his chest in a melted way while his skull falls against the wall behind you. You sit like that while breaths are caught—it takes a while to come down to earth. 

Only at that point does Shin finally ask how you found him on his work assignment—and you’re forced to admit how you tipped some carpet taxi extra to tail his broom. 

“You're a real piece of work, bug.” 

He hoists you on his back for the short walk to where he parked the broom—knowing your legs are still boneless without you having to tell him. You get to sit in front on the ride home, shin’s massive arms around you while he drives—making you promise never to visit him at work again. 

thanks for reading!! feedback and rbs are soooo appreciated <3 i really want to Talk.

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Their everything.

Pairing: Hong woojin x reader x Kim gunwoo.

Summary: the past will always be part of your boyfriends, you knew that. But when an old friend returned you can't help but feel inferior.

Warnings: Past trauma, Arguments, Jealousy, Bromance, Polyamorous relationship, M/f/m, Smut, Threesome, Fingering, Oral ( Male), Creampies, Cum shot, Rough sex, Attempted non-con (not the boys), Augst?

In a way, you always believed that you, Gun-woo, and Woojin's relationship was too good to be true. How could the story of a girl living in a new country, starting a new beginning bumping into two handsome men, and spilling her coffee all over them, expecting to be yelled at instead they did the opposite. And as their eyes met yours, it was like everything in the world made sense. It sounded completely insane.

And you knew they truly loved you, the many nights of passion and sweet words made that clear. Yet the twinkles in Gunwoo's eyes and the big grin Woojin sported when he pulled Hyun Ju and Gunwoo into a hug as she showed up at your doorstep out of the blue, with tearful laughter and snuffling they invited her inside. Her hair was longer than it was in the pictures your boys had of her, reaching down her back and much more shinny, her skin flawlessly pale and her smile was heart-stopping. She was nothing short of gorgeous. She looked so perfect for them, why wouldn't she? They shared a history, a painful, gut-wrenching, and traumatic past, she understood the pain and horror while you couldn't even imagine what it felt like. They wouldn't have to deal with the disapproving stares and the brutal honesty of what people thought of their relationship or had to sometimes translate for her.

"Ah! Hyun Ju! This is our girlfriend!" Woojin grinned as he threw his arm over you and pulled you into his side, shaking you a bit. "Oh..when did you meet?" Hyun Ju asked, her almond eyes seemingly taking you in as she checked you from head to toe from across the couch you sat on between your boyfriends. "We met a year after dealing with Kim Myeong-gil," Gunwoo spoke up a soft smile on his plump lips as his fingers intertwined with yours. She only let out an acknowledgment hum before steering the conversation away from you.

They weren't home. Again. Like most days they were barely home, only coming back to pass out for whatever their doing with her, and for others, they'd be called away. A sense of hopefulness took over you as you heard a knock at the door, smiling you stopped cutting up your strawberries and rushed out of the kitchen and to the door, your heart beating faster at the thought of seeing your boys. "my, princess, you look excited to see me." a smug smirk tugged at your best friend's lips as he welcomed himself in, your smile faded. "Oh..hey, Sang." you greeted, shutting the door behind him and walking back into the kitchen, sighing as he ate one of the sliced fruit. "Why the long face?" he asked, taking hold of your chin, his thumb rubbing under your bottom lip once you got closer. His hazel eyes bored into your orbs, and his soft dyed sliver hair lay parted on his forehead "Are you not happy to see me?" he pouted. "N-no it's not that..." you trailed off, looking away but Sang, his sudden touch felt different from the other times, it was too intimate, "I just..miss them.." you muttered. "Oh, princess. They don't deserve your love. you must be so lonely here." Sang cooed, his hand sneaking behind your neck, "Let me make it better." he whispered, using his hand around your neck and shoving you closer, mashing your lips together.

The boys walked into the apartment you shared as Woojin complained about the weight of the things they had to carry. "Wah, why did she have to make us carry such heavy things?" he whined, rolling his sore shoulder. Gunwoo chuckled at his friend's antics. However, their entry was abruptly interrupted by Woojin's outburst. He grabbed Sang's shoulder, pulled him back, and pushed him away from you. Overcome by rage, Woojin cursed at Sang, his words coming out too fast to understand, but it was clear that it was not good.

Just as Woojin was gonna throw a punch Gunwoo stopped and shook his head before looking at Sang, "Leave..before I hurt you myself." Gunwoo glared at the other man, despite his calm tone, and that made Sang gulp in fear before scurrying away, like a dog with its tail between its legs.

Tension-filled silence hung between the three of you before Woojin broke it. "So this is what you've been doing while we were gone?!" he yelled, stepping closer. "Having fun with that jerk?" He couldn't be serious. "Huh?! Answer me!" He screamed as he trapped you against the wall. While this happened, Gunwoo stood there, staring at you with an unreadable emotion. A rage you had never felt before welled up inside you as you pushed Woojin as hard as you could, moving him a few feet back.

"What about you, huh?!" you screamed right back as you glared at your boyfriends. "How about your fun with that runaway? You both seemed pretty eager to be at her beck and call!" Gunwoo opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke again before he could. "Ever thought how much I would miss you? No, you didn't." Wiping the tears that built up in your eyes as you stormed to your bedroom and slammed the door shut leaving the boys frozen in shock.

A soft knock came an hour later. "Nae sarang," Gunwoo softly spoke. "We're so sorry." He sighed and laid his forehead on the wooden door. "Jagiya, I'm so sorry. I never should've yelled at you. Forgive me," Woojin sorrowfully begged. You wanted to be mad at them, to still be so angry, but the truth is you missed them too much to care about your anger. With a sigh, you opened the door and once they saw you, Woojin pulled you in a kiss, the hand on your cheek traveled down to your hip and shoved you into his chest, the kiss quickly became heat. You whimpered as Woojin's lips were replaced by Gunwoo's, his soft pillowy lips were a contrast to Woojin's thinner but equally soft lips. his hot tongue demanded entry to your mouth, once granted, he swirled his tongue around yours.

Pulling back, Gunwoo helped Woojin in his mission to leave you bare of your clothes, their clothes following soon after. Your moans were muffed as your lips around Woojin's cock, his thick, long cock thrusted into your hot mouth as Gunwoo's dick pumped in and out of your tight cunt, your slick dripping down onto his balls ans onto the bed. You were a mess, saliva running down your chin as Woojin used your mouth as a fleshlight, his neatly trimmed pubes brushed against your nose as he pushed his cock down your throat "I'm gonna c-cum,Jagiya!" Your older boyfriend cried out, his hips sped up, and his dick throbbed against your tongue. Gunwoo's pace sped up to match with his best friends thrusts, pushing you to your own climax.

With a shout, Woojin pulled out and his hot cum shot after shot onto your face, and heaving chest.

Gunwoo's strong arms wrapped around your middle, his hips raised and without warning he slammed you down onto his cock. "Yes!" You moaned as your hips stuttered from your second orgasm all the while your younger boyfriend thrusted upwards into your wet heat below you "Cumming!" He groaned as he threw his head back, his milky, hot semen released to you.

"We love you," Woojin spoke up after a while as you all caught your breaths. "Never forget that." Gunwoo continued as he wiped some sweat from your brow. "I love y'all too." You smiled at them weakly.

@geonwooz

[grimtruthes]

Simon “Ghost” Riley

These are my head cannons for this bitch. Fight me if you don’t like them, my 4’11 ass will beat you into submission :)

Proof read but I make mistakes and 9 times out of 10 I miss them

Have fun reading

Simon “Ghost” Riley

This dude snores, and loudly or not at all and it doesn’t even sound like he’s breathing, or alive at that matter.

This guy’s sleeping schedule is all over the place as well, like he cannot get a normal 8 hours rest without waking up at least once. It has gotten to the point where he just expects it and sets his alarm to wake up that early and train before going back to bed for a little later.

Simon Riley has a hidden sweet tooth, he will eat anything slightly sweet just for the hell of it. Cookies? Gone. Brownies? Inhaled. That slightly sweet treat you were saving? You bet your ass Simon got ahold of it.

Simon definitely has gotten his clothes at Spencer’s or Hot topic before no doubt. Those gloves? Got them from Hot topic. and he has a secret matching pair of boxers 🤫

Simon absolutely hates coffee with a burning passion. He is only a tea drinker through and through. He tried drinking Price’s coffee once and he was sick for days. He vowed to never try any coffee ever again.

This guy loves dogs. So so much, if he ever were to retire I see him becoming a dog owner of multiple different breeds. All of their names would be after loved ones. Like Johnny, Kyle, Tommy, etc.

Simon swears he hated cats but the moment one comes up to him he’s a huge softie, picking them up and placing the cat into his sweater and keeping it warm and cozy. Without a doubt he would own a cat eventually and probably give it some stupid common name like “Luna” or “Garfield” or something like that.

Simon hates salty food, he isn’t too sure why himself but he just using a huge fan of salty food. Saltines and soup and stuff normally with a little salt is fine, but he won’t go out of his way to go and eat like soy sauce or any fish either. Or any type of salty meats like Ham, salami or specific types of sausages. He hates ham more than the dirt in his shoes.

Simon wears strictly black clothes if given the chance. Black to light gray are his favorite to wear without a doubt. He loves the color black so much all his gifts from other people always have something tied to the color black.

Simon has the music taste of a teenager who just found out who LINKIN PARK is: Breaking Benjamin, Staind, Three Days Grace, Skillet etc. if he could he would strictly listen to 2000’s rock music strictly

Simon is pretty gentle with kids surprisingly, he loves them actually. Always wanted kids himself but he never really got the chance considering he became a soldier right out of his butchers job and never cared much about romance or caring for another person besides his teammates.

He loves giving gag gifts all the time. It’s dumb but to him it’s the most hilarious thing ever, random non matching Socks, random shinny stones or bullet casings he found, gifts tied to inside jokes. He loves it all and gives them to the people he likes. On the other hand if he’s made to give a gift to some he hates, he will get the most generic brand cookies that are years old off the shelves of your common store and give them to that person.

Simon fucking Riley, will eat anything under the sun (given it’s not coffee or too salty) your mom’s cooking? He loves it, your burnt water ramen? He’s had worse. This asshole will steal you’re food then point and laugh at you.

His comfort food is mashed potatoes and gravy. He doesn’t even like gravy?? But yet gravy and potatoes are his favorite. Literally no one knows why.

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

[shadowjinx626]

IGNTR Headcanons

The IGNTR team are a tight nit family team, despite having a tough exterior. Ray and Gale gets massive headaches trying to make sure their pities and racer don't cause any trouble. Especially Laura and Jackson.

One of the IGNTR’s bosses, Carl Hussell, was determined to have Jackson be the number one racer and beat Lightning McQueen (for both personal and business reasons), that he have Jackson do massive amounts of training.

Only Ray and Gale interact with other teams. The pities and Jackson don’t really interact with the other teams until after the 2017 Piston Cup Championship.

After winning the 2017 Piston Cup Championship, the team celebrated in an arcade that Jackson would go to before he started racing.

Jackson Storm:

Is Japanese-American, with his mother being American and his father Japanese. Is the youngest in the family with two older siblings.

Use to work in the arcade Ray found him at before entering online racing competitions.

Gotten into physical fights and chases with other arcade players. Sometimes the police would get involve, but they never could catch Storm.

Made friends in the arcade, despite all of them wanting to act like their were just acquaintances. Jackson mentally kicked himself when he realizes that he didn't correct Ray when the truck called his friends "friends."

Jackson - despite having trust issues - values loyalty and trust. It's just gonna take awhile for him to warm up to strangers, even longer if they're the competition.

Lightning McQueen and Cruz Ramirez were the only racers Jackson ever trash talk to during races. He doesn't interact with any of the other racers (both veteran and next-gen) until much later.

Jackson can play dirty, especially when pushed to the edge, but he ain't no cheater. If you're paired up with him, and he finds out you cheated, he's not going to cross that finish line for you.

Ray Reverham:

Ray was Jeff’s crew chief before the racer retired and became a sports journalist.

Despite being grateful that IGNTR for hiring him and Jackson, he doesn’t always follow what they say and IGNTR can't really fired him because if Ray goes, then Jackson goes.

After leaving Mr. Biggs, Ray was planning to let Jackson get more free time from training, but IGNTR wanted their racer to be the best as fast as possible despite his objections.

Whenever Jackson or any of the pit crew members messes up big time, he'll have them mop the floors of the IGNTR headquarters for weeks.

After Jackson rammed Cruz to the wall. Ray have Jackson not only mop the IGNTR headquarters floors, but took away his gaming privileges for a month.

The more he trained Jackson, the more he noticed that the racer may have mental health issues than he realizes.

Despite not being his crew chief, Ray is happy that Tim Treadless made it to the racing world.

Gale Beaufort:

The mom of the group who tends to be the one who gives life advice for the team. Even Ray comes to her for advice from time to time.

She the most social of the group and would converse with the other haulers. She even formed a close bond with Mack.

She values her appearance, she just likes being shinny. The team gives her good products to help her fell happy.

One time she wanted to go to a mall and accidentally took Jackson with her. It took Jackson suddenly asking why there were there for Gale to realize she forgot Jackson was still in the trailer. He still teases her about it to this day.

Laura Spinwell and the pities:

Laura Spinwell is the phone addicted, main mechanic of the pities. She is also highly arrogant about being the smartest one of the team who is rarely wrong about anything.

Knows about 95% of racing history, which benefits Jackson, who needs to keep up the “always been a racing fan” image for the press.

Done massive amounts of research on racing tricks that's been done in history. One racing trick she’s research was the 360 flip, but due to the trick never having documented success, she concluded that it was “scientifically” impossible (Laura never consulted with the IGNTR scientists if this trick was possible) and it was just a myth.

Whenever Jackson messes up, Laura would go up to him and do the “idiot sandwich” bit. Jackson and Laura made a deal that if she was ever wrong about anything, he'll get to call her an idiot sandwich for a month. (Laura Spinwell was called an idiot sandwich for a month after the Florida 500 race.)

Laura would have her fellow pities eavesdrop the other teams, while she focuses on their social media accounts. She needs to know if there’s any rumors, drama, or schemes going on for her team. She’s frustrated that almost none of the new Dinoco members (except for Cruz) have any accounts for her to follow.

They all tend to go behind Jackson, Ray, or Gale for protection whenever they get trouble with the other teams. Mostly Jackson, because he doesn’t really ask questions.

[thislovintime]

The Monkees, 1967 Christmas card.

“We have a favor to ask. We would like to enlist your help in promoting The BEAT’s Christmas issue. During Christmas week, we’d like you to go naked. When you see others in offices, on the streets and in restaurants without their clothes, you will instinctively know that they are wishing you a Merry Christmas from The BEAT. We intend to be touring during the holidays. Without clothes it will be a cold but cool Christmas. THE MONKEES” - KRLA Beat, December 17, 1966 “To all our fans and friends, our best wishes for Happy Holidays and a very prosperous New Year. Davy, Micky, Peter and Mike The Monkees” - KRLA Beat, December 30, 1967 “Imagine spending a magical night singing with The Monkees around Regina’s Whitmore Park neighbourhood in the late 1960s. That’s exactly what happened to a then-13-year-old Jim Sax. […] At the time, Sax lived a couple of doors down from the Thorkelson family. H. John Thorkelson, Tork’s father, was an economics professor at what was then the University of Saskatchewan Regina campus. Sax befriended Tork’s younger brother Chris. ‘Chris called and told me to come over and swore me to secrecy before I went downstairs,’ Sax recalled. ‘So, I get downstairs and there are The Monkees, all of them, just hanging in the rec room.’ The band was visiting Tork’s family home. ‘I’m basically trying not to trip over my own jaw. I’m just 13 at the time so I’m just trying to be cool,’ Sax said. The memory-filled night didn’t end there for Sax, who found himself caroling around Flamingo Crescent where the family lived. ‘I said, “Yeah, absolutely I’m going with you guys. In fact, I’m picking the house because I know where all the pretty girls live,”’ Sax laughed. Sax described ‘instant insanity, possibly some incontinence,’ when doors opened and it was discovered the famous group was on residents’ doorsteps. He believes there are some Polaroid pictures floating around Regina somewhere, but he didn’t get a picture with the band. ‘I was being too cool; are you kidding?’ Sax said. Sax had to keep his memory a secret until the band left Regina, ‘but I was almost stoned to death by the girls in my class’ when the night was revealed. The story of The Monkees visiting Regina certainly grew louder, especially as Tork returned on numerous occasions to visit his family. Green Zone contributor Darrell Davis lived one block away and came home from a shinny game to hear from his parents that The Monkees had sung on their doorstep. Don Young played in a band at the time and knew of such visits to the Whitmore Park neighbourhood. ‘The story was that some of the young girls would go over to the house and go by the window and try and hear him snoring or catch a glimpse of him,’ Young recalled.” - CJME dot com, February 21, 2019

[zapalimesvet]

I decided to drop here some of the Jane Uris lore because I changed her AGAIN.

Here is Jane beating up Henry some weeks before school ends:

1989 June. Derry, maine

She was going down the school stairs. Her shoes were cracking on the shinny floor that was usually covered with mud but today it’s gonna be dirty with Henry Bowers’ blood. Jane went through big green opening doors, went to to right and here she sees him, he was leaning his back on a locker along his dogs that were everywhere with him. She stopped right next to him, nobody was paying attention to her, but they loved to ignore her and act as she didn’t existed.

“Listen, stop doing things to Stanley or it won’t end good for you” she spook calmly but Henry was not in mood for kindness

“What? Stop putting yourself in my business”

He laughed her off loud. What the hell she thinks she can speak with him like that? With a boy who’s younger than her but whole school is scared of him? What the fuck she thinks about herself? That dirty girl?!?

“He’s my brother, leave him be” this was the last warning Jane could give him without punching him down on ground.

“Go away slut” Patrick yawned and smiled, more likely smile full of disgust. For Jane, Patrick always need to have last words. She gave him last look before paying again attention to Henry who’s stepping closer to her making her take steps back

“What will you do about it? Huh? I would break you with only one punch.” He rolled his eyes and again laughed. Kids slowly stopped making their way to classes and looked at Jane and Henry, they knew it’ll be big fight. They wouldn’t peel their eyes off of them until they’ll know what’s doing on. Richie was pushing kids out of his way along Bill and Eddie, Stanley. They saw how Jane threw her black Vans Backpack and jumped on Henry. Richie made little „ouch” when he saw how Jane hit Henry against metal lockers, he groaned in pain and rolled down next to Patrick who took steps away along with Belch and Victor. Henry felt backstabbed by them and will give them their own medicine later. With back pain he had chance to grab Jane by leg and made her slip down, hitting her back and head. He punched her into her nose. He didn’t cared she was a girl, she deserves it, she’s disgusting slut how Patrick says. Jane started to feel stronger, the pain went slowly away, she didn’t felt biggest pain when Henry punched her into stomach and he was stronger than her. She would say that god stands by her side.

“You go Jane!” Richie screamed, Patrick heard it and his face expression made Richie shiver and shut down. Now he knows that not only Henry bowers will get beaten up today. Jane grabbed his blond hair he had cutted into mullet and pulled it so hard some of his hair left on her sweaty hand. She smashed his head against shinny cold floor. Not only Henry’s head was bleeding but also his nose, he looked wasted.

Tears were flowing down Jane’s cheeks when she was standing up, her body was aching. The last kick between Henry’s legs finished him.

“Don’t you dare to land a hand on my brother ever again..and learn how to walk in heeled boots.” She scoffed in pain, grabbed her bag. Kids were still standing there, without words. Did just a girl put down Henry Bowers? She looked at so many kids that were looking at her, but something was off. A big shadow was standing totally in the back behind the kids, a person in Clown clothing, he was smiling and waving at her. Jane shook from goosebumps that formed on her back «it’s probably not real, I got badly hit in the head» she told herself and left to the green doors from the exit of school. In half of her way Patrick laughed, it was enough to tease her and made her turn to him. Jane groaned as she saw him smiling like he had won something. «Why is he always smiling?» she asked herself as she was walking back to him. She saw how Belch and Victor helped Henry to stand up on his aching legs.

„you want to?!?” Jane hissed on him

„god chill..” he scoffed

„Shut up playboy” Jane rolled eyes, she came back to him for nothing, just to be laughed off.

„Aw! You think I’m hot enough to be in playboy?”

„hot enough to burn in hell Hockstetter” she showed him middle finger before walking out the school, smashing doors closed.

I hope it’s good. I have so many scenarios written with pen in my notebook and I decided to start typing it into my phone very late so… this is all I have in my phone lol. Enjoy!

Art: @misszura

[deejadabbles]

Okay IDK what happened with my inbox, but I know someone sent this song to me for the song fic game, even if the ask isn't there anymore (i saved it to my drafts while my wifi was wonky so maybe it's in the tumblr aether somewhere?). Anywho, hopefully you see this, whoever you are <3

For this song, I'm going to write Jesse for the first time, and because I have the unexplainable urge to step on this man, you're all getting a slightly dominant reader this time around lol

Warnings for: highly suggestive themes (minors don't look!), drinking, and the sexy shenanigans we expect at 79s

Jesse was not a man easily taken by surprise. It just came with the territory, he couldn't afford to let anything captivate or shock him on the battlefield.

But when you walked in to 79s?

Oh, Jesse knew he would do anything he could to get close to you, or damn if he wouldn't die trying.

You walked in with some friends, but something about you stood out like gold in a sea of silver. He was vaguely aware of Fives nudging him, saying something about your group matching their numbers perfectly, but Jesse was too busy gawking like some shinny.

When you moved by him to get to the bar he swore you locked eyes with him for just a moment. And that was all the confidence boost he needed.

After flashing his brother a knowing look, Jesse sauntered up to the bar, making sure to fill as much space near you as possible- hey, he didn't get arms like pythons and thighs like tree trunks for nothing, after all.

"So, you and your friends want some handsome troopers to buy your drinks?"

He saw the way your brows quirked up, before your eyes or head turned in his direction. Then, those eyes that were starting to remind him of a tiger looked him up and and down.

"Sure, we'll let you boys buy our drinks."

Kriffing hell, that voice! Obviously you were someone who made sure every inch of you, every side, was as captivating as the last. Again, Jesse only vaguely took notice to the fact that Fives, Tup, and Kix were paring off with your friends. Right now, all his senses were taken up with you.

"So," he began, just as the bartender handed you a drink, "what's your name, gorgeous?"

You huffed a laugh, took a sip, then said, "Wouldn't you like to know."

And just like that, you turned on your perfect heels, and walked away from him.

To his credit, Jesse only needed a second to recover, something stirring low in his belly. It wasn't just the arousal he felt anytime he spotted someone he wanted to take home, this was similar but...new. A different kind of arousal, a brand of it that he wasn't used to feeling.

Jesse didn't waste a beat, he followed, gave chase as you swayed onto the dance floor.

"If you wanted to dance before your drink, you could have just said so," he called over the music and putting on his most charming smile. The one that got him comm numbers and little lacy souvenirs to tuck in his pocket.

But all you did was look over your shoulder at him, taking another drink before your hips started swaying. When he didn't back down, you sashayed your body to face him, a look somewhere between disinterest and mild amusement on your face.

"Listen, trooper, I don't want to waste my time, so I'll warn you now: I'm a hard woman to please, so either walk away, or prove you're worth my attention."

That sensation in his belly was flaring, and he felt his grin widen. Making sure he gave you time to pull away if you wanted, Jesse reached out, and gripped your hip. Not breaking his gaze from yours, he drew you in just a little closer. Enough to tease, enough to leave you wanting more.

"Oh, baby, I can do that."

He didn't even know how much time passed that night. Somewhere between the dancing and the drinks, he managed to prove himself enough to tug you into a hallway lit only by a neon sign. He was pulling out all the stops, using every skill his mouth and hands had learned to make you his.

But it still wasn't quite enough.

You hadn't moaned and whimpered like the others, you weren't begging him for more and writhing in his touch like it was heaven incarnate.

And that just spurred him on all the more.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered in your ear, breath hot, armor so painfully tight he might just be willing to beg you for any scrap of guidance on how to make you his.

You lifted your leg, opening up for him, inviting, "I'm sure a smart man like you can think of something," you purred, "Or is that mouth of yours just good at talking?"

Jesse felt all his bravado fall away in an instant. He didn't waste any time in sinking to his knees for you.

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[just-an-enby-lemon]

Some Game HC's I have about Riddler:

BTAS Riddler loves playing DnD both as a player (always a caster) and as the DM. He is a game developer in the 90's so you bet your ass he was the fliperama kid. Everyday he went to the local game station (and later started exploring and looking for different ones all across Gotham) with only one coin. He played once against a player in a winning streak beting coins and he always won and would accept bets from challengers. He was abble to play all day with only one coin because he never lost a bet.

Gotham Riddler is another DnD nerd and a gamer. But I think he had more money growing up than BTAS Riddler and actually played games in a gameboy. He got a summer job so he could buy more games than Mario and Pokemon. Also I'm sorry but Gotham Riddler never played DnD, that man was born to be a DM and is likely the one DM that didn't became one because it's harder to find a DM than a party so you DM once and now that's your fate.

Arkham Riddler plays Magic The Gathering. He also plays DnD and he is the insufurable player that goes out of the way to create the most OP characthers completly full of combos and makes everything boring for everyone else because he slays too hard. He is insuferable playing Magic as well but at least he is being insuferable against his adversaries. He lost his original deck after being arrested the first time and somehow it ended on young Barbara Gordon's hands. The small time period were pre teen Barbara was the biggest Magic nerd and forced a confused Jim to play was probably the worst thing Riddler ever did to comissioner Gordon and that includes killing his co-workers and friends. Later Barbara went to play it with Jason and Tim (who she isn't dating cause ew), Bernard joined at some point.

The last DnD player is Unburied Riddler who is the opposite to Arkham: he always plays as a bard and he is the biggest follower of the rule of cool/the wonders of RP ever. He knows the rule book upside down but he never really followed the rules, he just sweet talks the DM and the tabble into letting him role for his insane plans to the point that after he basically forced Barbara and Bruce to play with him (Barbara asked Montoya to DM) no one on the tabble even knew what bardic inspiration actually did until Alfred heard them playing and as a closeted DnD nerd got incrisingly distressed by Eddie's "gameplay style". Since then Montoya joined the tabble as a paladim and Alfred is the DM. Instead of analysing what to pick to upgrade his characther Eddie spends all the time trying to find ways to sweet talk Alfred (the hardest DM to bullshit ever) into letting him do his thing. Right now his best trick is to make Bruce either join or get excited for the result because Alfred has a soft spot for his son Master Bruce.

Zero Year Riddler for all his cool persona is a nerd and not only he colects all different editions of War (yes the boardgame, the ancient Greece one is his favorite) but he plays competitive Pokemon (both online and the card game). While he is a good Pokemon player he did lose to an incredible good 12yo and he cried a whole day before trying to extract revenge. Unfortunaly for Ed the kid was from Metropolis and there was a change, small as it was, that Superman could get involved and Eddie isn't really one to get his ass beat by Superman.

Still on the card games BTAA Riddler plays Yu-Gi-Oh. He somehow understands the rules and is good on it. Miss Tuesday used to make fun of him for it until Autum acidentaly introduced her to Bakugan. If you play Bakugan you can't make fun of other people's card game choices. BTAA Riddler also plays Pokemon Go, he started because he thought it was hip and cool (he isn't even that old, he is like 30 but he just wants to be cool with the teens that badly already) and kept going because he really likes to take random pictures of pokemon on normal day things, he also loves shinny hunting. He does it on the actual game as well. He never actually played the whole Pokemon story, he just shinny hunts a lot and stops playing after he catched enough cool shinnies. He has some of the first one to capture the shinng videos and a shinny hunting secret twitter.

[Not a Riddler one but BTAS Joker also plays Yu-Gi-Oh because one has to be mad to understand all the different invocation rules (I say that as a former Yu-Gi-Oh nerd). Harley also plays Yu-Gi-Oh on BTAS but she downplays her talents to let Joker win when she is actually insanely good at it.]

[beanieman]

as you are official shinnie

would shin play zelda and then BEAT this thing (final boss) in five minutes yes or no

No because he would keep procrastinating the level out of fear.

[soone04]

This is a SFW tword blog!

Hey! My name is Laura Lua, an 18 yo trans girl from brazil.

I love nature and things that makes me intrigued/curious. Also, shinny little silly stuff.

I'm pansexual and aromantic.

About tickles!

I love tickling, either as something platonic or not. It can indeed be a kink for me, but I don't see it as only that; sometimes I just want to tickle/be tickled in a friendly way by someone.

How ticklish I am? Need to test it, but I would say something around 8/10. If you press my tummy I'll jump. Best Worst spots: ribs, armpits, tights and feet.

Interactions!

DMs: open to anyone

Friendly requests: open to anyone

RP requests: open to anyone

SFW Teases: open to anyone

SFW Photo requests: mutuals only

NSFW stuff: mutuals only, +16

Don't be shy!

DNI/DNF:

- under 15yo.

- lgbtqiap+phobic, fatphobic, racist, facist and other stuff that violate human rights.

- people who message me only for sexual reasons.

Stuff that I like!

Activities: Writing, reading, exploring, listening to music, doing nothing.

Books: 100 Years of Solitude, Sophie's World, Catcher in the Rye.

Animes: Girls Band Cry, Lycoris Recoil, Flip Flappers, K'on, Evangelion, Chuunibyou, Charlotte, Angel Beats, Boku no Hero (only to the 5th season), Kaguya Sama, Konosuba, Re:Zero, Sakurasou, and others.

Music: Girls Band Cry, Yutaka Hirasaka, Ichiko Aoba, Yoasobi, Yves, Radwimps, 4 Non Blondes, Queen, Olivia Rodrigo, Ludovico Einaudi, Taylor Swift, Sushi Soucy, Red Velvet and others.

Have a wonderful day!!

[docgold13]

It is always interesting they never tried to adapt those particular Batwomen into the comics. Granted the concept of multiple ladies working concurrently under the same name does seem to be what they are doing with the Batgirls (whether it was Futures End or The last StephCass book).

I quite liked the animated feature Batman: Mystery of The Batwoman. It was a solid story with fun action and some nice character beats. The music was rather corny.

And while Kathy Duquesne and her colleagues were all interesting characters, the extended Bat-Family already has enough members and I'd rather see more focus pre-existing characters like Harper and Duke and Steph as opposed to the introduction of new characters.

Understanding that novelty and newness has its attraction, but all these hot new rookies start to feel disposable after a while. And the turn around from shinny and new to yesterday's news has gotten shorter...