#THERE. let me know if i missed smt!! i will try to add it to here

[emerald4what]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Wander's outfits and him wearing accesories 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 - ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ season 1 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

[j0kers-light]

hi bae, ik youve been going thru a rough patch i hope(in fact ik) you’ll bounce back harder.🫶🏻

i really wanted to make a request for a long long time now, no pressure write it whenever u feel like it i am just going to drop it here.

for me J has always been a Lana del rey song specially the ultra violence album, he’s shades of blue, he’s ultraviolenec, smts hes even brooklyn baby. Can you write something dark, like real dark where hes possessive, violent, exatcly like he was in TDK. Pulling stunts and dropping hints. maybe he kidnappes the reader or smt like that, he’s acting all crazy and violent but something inside him just makes him slip to a lil caring or loving side every now and then, which eventually leads to some serious SMUT 😏😏

the reader could be his enemy’s daughter(maybe even batman’s daughter lol i am going wild) he tortures her,loves her, takes care of her then tortures her a lil more but make no mistake the reader is a fireball she gives him that lil fight they have in her which makes J even more attached to her.

ik i am just blabbing and making no sense, but i hope ukwim. i am also attaching a link to my fav J edit ever which might give u an outline of what i am trying to say. maybe even add J’s POV.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CqyP1PdveA9/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

okay ill shut up now. feel better love you 🫶🏻

His Lighthouse: Broken Dolls (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Broken Dolls - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

I feel ashamed that you had to wait so long for this request. Forgive me times a thousand @heathisbae !! I still love you and I got carried away with the word count. (10,500 words!!) I promise you that my blood, sweat, and tears went into this request. You should've let me stay in my enclosure. I LOVE DARK requests and I was in a dark and lonely place when I wrote this. The perfect mood for Broken Dolls.

Gather round children it’s time to go over some legal stuff. I usually do not care about trigger warnings. You are responsible for your own reading pleasure, BUT I’ll add a TW: List because yall gone need it. Chaos had a lil bit too much fun writing this one.. 👀😬

TW! Dark!Joker. rape, knife, blood, impact, choking, power play, dacryphilia, spitting, biting kinks, unprotected sex, overstimulation if you squint, degradation, no prep (foreplay is important kids) uhhhh… I’m missing something. 🤔 It’s canon Joker people. He’s a walking trigger warning.

Just be careful if you decide to read this one. I know I went overboard but your mental health is always my top priority. Enjoy or not. It’s entirely up to you. Since its a dark request, I decided not to tag anyone except @heathisbae Read at your own risk 🖤✨

Your father made it virtually impossible for anyone to find out. By fate’s design, you looked nothing like the iconic figure you called “father”, and you were forever grateful for that. 

Your skin complexion, eye, and hair color masked you from the surname that was your birthright. You were the rumored Wayne heiress that Gotham City whispered about. Many far and wide longed to meet you to strengthen their businesses by marriage, whereas others flat out questioned your conception.  

Bruce Wayne had neither confirmed nor denied the mother of any of his children to the world. Not like he ever would. There were only a few secrets Bruce had left in this world: you being the most important one.  

Your life would be in danger if anyone were to find out you were a Wayne or worse, the precious daughter of Batman.  

Many were adopted into the bat family, but you were blood to Bruce. A last-ditch effort he made to secure his family’s legacy; He hired a surrogate.  

Should Batman ever fall in combat, you could pick up the torch and continue the Wayne legacy.  

At an early age you wanted to make your father proud and wisely decided not to follow in his footsteps moonlighting as a vigilante. The eldest boys, Dick and Jason, celebrated for days. They loved their half-sister and supported every decision you make, but they would’ve put their foot down should you have wished to don a bat suit.  

Instead of violence, you dedicated your life to education. Only the best schools with full ride scholarships—your cv was lengthy as it was profound. You spoke multiple foreign languages, held many accreditations issued from all over the globe, and excelled at virtually every extra-curricular skill you could think of.  

You were a hardworking, driven woman with a no-nonsense attitude. That much, you got from your mother. 

You dominated any boardroom you entered, and your famous e/c eyes could make or break contracts with a single look. Now that was all your father’s genes. You gave the phrase, beauty and brains, a living breathing, mascot and Bruce couldn’t be prouder.  

That unfortunately made you a target.  

You shied away from public humanitarian appearances to avoid being recognized as a Wayne. Too many similarities with Bruce would make people curious. Instead, you worked behind a smokescreen and attended the many charities and sponsorship parties as a third-party spectator to oversee your work.  

That way, you got to see your hard work being implemented into the community—far better results than your father’s monetary donations provided.  

You took pride knowing your hard work was creating a change in Gotham City. With the safeguards Bruce and the boys had in place; it would take an actual genius to put the numerous clues together to uncover your identity. You could live in relative peace while still making a difference.  

Sadly, your long forgotten surrogate mother would soon threaten life as you knew it.  

Joker prided himself in being a vigilant man. Nothing, not even the smallest of details, went unnoticed by him and when it came to his best friend Batman, J took extra care to notice every little thing.  

The level of surveillance Joker did on the dark knight bordered on obsession but in a way, he was. Joker strived to be twelve steps ahead of his arch-nemesis in order to maintain his freedom. Being shipped back to Arkham was not an option, so he took information gathering very seriously.  

Joker knew that Batman was Bruce Wayne for years. He was surprised other Gotham villains or just the local law enforcement didn’t put the clues together. It was so obvious. 

There was no point in telling the world Batman’s not so little secret, but when Joker studied the daily life of Bruce Wayne a bit further, now that was a blackmail gold mine. Having a one up on Bats just felt good and especially when Joker discovered the perfect weapon that would break the man once and for all.  

You. 

Tucked away and hidden in plain sight; Y/n Wayne, the perfect tool for Joker’s plans.  

A father’s worst nightmare, seeing their child in distress, Joker looked forward to scaring Bruce with this latest prank. All he had to do was get close enough to steal you away, but Bruce kept you protected twenty-four seven. Smart man and Joker didn’t blame his bestie for being a protective father.  

There were dangerous people out there who would dream of your demise if they knew the truth! 

No, it was much easier to track down your mother and it was mere child’s play to make her talk. Joker thoroughly enjoyed extracting as much information from the woman before her untimely demise.  

He found it was unfair that she was virtually defenseless while you had security tighter than most world leaders. It wasn’t fair in Joker’s book, so he set out to put your safeguards to the test.  

And what achievement it was to outsmart Batman at his own game.  

You should’ve known better. Dad drilled it into your brain time and time again to always be aware of your surroundings.  

There was no such thing as a coincidence. Things happened for a reason, and it was up to you to detect any signs of danger at any given time.  

The same could be said for that fateful night. You were feeling a bit overwhelmed by a journalist at a charity event. She kept asking probing questions—a few hitting too close for comfort about your identity.  

How ironic that you attended every event the rumored Wayne heiress organized and knew so much about her personal affairs. What a coincidence how reporters asked you questions like you were the boss..  

The curious woman would not leave you alone! Her mindless chitchat felt more like an interrogation by the minute. You feared your identity was compromised after one of her questions rang true, but she simply laughed it off and said that if you were indeed a Wayne, “You’d be way prettier.”  

Whatever that meant.  

Perhaps the comment hit hard since your longtime friend/rival, Lana, stole attention from the fund raiser with her scandalous outfit. The brunette reeked of new money and had an ego the size of Metropolis, demanding attention wherever she went.  

Her appearance ruined your event for helping orphaned kids and turned it into a mini Met Gala. You had every right for storming out to scream into the back alley. She never failed at ruining things!  

You were really letting your frustration be heard when a whistle nearby startled you. 

“Listen to the pipes on that one.”  

You quickly stopped screaming once you realized that you weren’t alone. A lone male was smoking in the same alley, and he locked eyes with you once he caught your attention.  

They were an unnatural green that felt familiar however, you couldn’t place where you might’ve seen them before.  

“By all means... don’t let me keep ya from your.. uhh temper tantrum.” He blew a long puff of smoke into the night air.  

At first you were in shock, but that reaction soon turned into irritation. Just who did he think he was talking to you like that? “I am not having a tantrum thank you very much a-and... you can’t smoke here!”  

He simply chuckled while taking another drag. You crossed your arms and tapped your heels on the concrete as you waited for a response. This guy was something else.  

“Hello? Did you hear me?” You added.  

“Yup.” He popped the letter p, “Loud n’ clear. Pretty sure this area is ah... employees only. Ya wouldn’t catch me smokin’ if ya weren’t out here being a brat, hm?”  

He had a point, but you still scoffed at his choice of words. You had the idea of using your title as the boss of this event to get him fired; yet he would surely talk and by morning, Gotham City would know that you’re a Wayne. That was the last thing you wanted; however, it was worth the hassle if it got rid of him.  

For now, all you could do was shake your head at this strange man breaking your employee’s no smoking rule. You personally selected all the staff for the event and your security team performed background checks on everyone to ensure your safety.  

The gentlemen sitting before you did not jog your memory.  

His presence made you uneasy and you took a step back, “Do I know you?”  

He snorted, smoke emerging from his nostrils in comical puffs. “Uh no, but I knoooo~ooow you.” 

The blood in your veins ran cold when the stranger stood up and stepped into the light. “Didn’t your dad tell ya not to talk to strangers Miss Wayne?” He said mockingly.  

You took one look at The Joker’s grotesque scars and turned to run.  

Joker grinned and let you have a running start although you didn’t get far. Your feet got caught in your dress fabric and made his job relatively easy. The two of you tumbled to the ground, Joker landing on your back, but that quickly changed with a sharp elbow to his nose.  

You didn’t stick around to see if your hit landed, you just scrambled to your feet and tried to reach for the back door when a hand grabbing your ankle disrupted your sense of balance. One second you were upright, the next, you were on the ground seeing double vision.  

Joker didn’t think you’d put up much of a fight. His research into you was limited, but he doubted that you had any of the fighting skills your father was notorious for.  

Technically he was right. You had taken up self defense training from Jason and he reported that you sucked at it.  

Despite your lack of skills and concussion, you weren’t going down without a fight. One of your nails scratched Joker’s elongated smile causing it to bleed and suddenly, he had enough of your little games.  

You were making too much noise, and his window of opportunity to kidnap you was running out. If he didn’t move you soon, his plan would be ruined. You just had to make things difficult for him.  

“Alrighty Y/n, time for a little nap. Shhhhh... shh easy now.” Joker dodged your wild punch to his face as he dug a syringe out of his pocket.  

The sight of it made you panic and fight back harder but your scream of help was drowned out by a roar of applause from inside. The auction must’ve ended with a success. Joker pierced your skin and watched the milky white substance disappear into your system.  

It was cold seeping into your veins as you still tried to fight back.  

“Aht ahttttt don’t fight it. Let it happen.” Joker crooned into your ear; not like you could hear him. Your body felt so heavy, you lost function of your limbs so suddenly it was terrifying.  

The Joker’s obnoxious laugh sounded miles away from you. When your eyelashes fluttered closed, Joker knew victory was his.  

The environment that you woke up in was dark and cold.  

Your limbs were still groggy with whatever The Joker had injected you with and after a few test stretches, you still had motion in them. Although it would do you no good. The distinctive sound of metal on metal gave away your current predicament. 

You were chained to something.  

You tried not to panic but you were unable to see anything a few inches in front of you much less see how far the chain allowed you to move. You felt something solid underneath you and concluded that it was some sort of mattress or padding. It was a small comfort while being confined in total darkness.  

Wherever you were, The Joker was to blame, and you weren’t going to let him have this much power over you. You had to find a way out before he started his sick form of entertainment.  

Every citizen of Gotham knew Joker’s M.O. You didn’t want to be tortured to death all for a laugh.  

You waited until your eyes adjusted to the dim surroundings before exploring how much freedom you truly had.  

You felt around in the darkness until your hands bumped into something solid. It was a surface with nothing that could help you escape on it, so you moved on. Minutes felt like hours as you stumbled through the dark, searching for anything useful. Just when you thought you were painting a clear picture of the room in your head, a door opened beside you.  

The blinding light was nothing compared to the searing pain of the door hitting you square in the face or that of the trauma caused by falling to the ground.  

The room was still spinning when your loudmouth got the better of you. 

“What’s your f__king problem?!” You cried out. You feared that your nose was broken, it sure felt like it with the amount of blood you felt gushing out. The Joker didn’t seem phased by the display.  

Instead, he stepped right over you and flicked on a light, blinding you in the process. “Errr let’s see... problems. MY problem.. Social injustice? Global warming…uhhh rush hour traffic?” Joker paused for dramatic effect and slowly turned to face you. You froze, feeling his emerald eyes rake over your form hungrily.  

The unnatural hue seemed to suck you in the longer you stared. “You.” Joker purred. 

“M-Me?” How were you a problem? He abducted you not the other way round! 

You had never crossed paths with the Clown Prince of Crime until tonight. The two of you couldn’t be more worlds apart. You stayed nose deep in your humanitarian work and out of any trouble whereas The Joker was trouble personified.  

The only thing that linked you to Joker was your father, yet you doubted the clown was smart enough to put all the puzzle pieces together to uncover that.  

You prayed that this was all some sort of misunderstanding but judging how The Joker was staring, your hopes began to shatter one by one.  

You instinctively shielded your body from the known threat and in doing so, your skin brushed against unknown material. The formal dress you originally wore for the evening was gone and replaced by a thin t-shirt and baggy men’s pants. The implications were not lost on you. 

You turned to glare at the madman before you. “Who changed my clothes!?” If you were able to blush, you knew you’d be redder than a tomato.  

This man obviously had no respect for women. He simply threw his head back and laughed, “The pleasure is allllllllllll mine.”  

You failed at hiding your full body shudder and even worse, you were unable to silence yourself from talking trash. “Screw you.” You regretted saying it the moment you opened your mouth.  

The room suddenly got quiet. Joker sauntered his way over to your mattress and crouched down so he could be eye level with you. He admired the fire burning within your e/c eyes for a time. Such a strong wielded fire, it was beautiful to behold. If Joker had his way, there would only be smoking embers after he had his fun. He would make sure of it.  

The Joker always had an air of drama about him, and it took center stage as he spoke to you. “Ya wanna.. know something? You should be lucK-yyyy my boys didn’t change ya. They would’ve loved to uh.. what did ya say? Screw you.” 

His choice of words held more meaning as he tried to brush a few strands of hair out of your face. You shut down that idea by chomping at his fingers the second they were within your reach.  

You refused to sit around like some damsel in destress until dad or one of the boys came to rescue you. You would fight back even if it killed you. 

To Joker, your little stunt was comical. You could rebel all you wanted; your antics would never compare to what he had in store for you.  

He simply wagged his paint-stained fingers at you like a scolding parent and insulted you further. “Mm, feisty! I like thaT. But that’s no way to behave while you’re here. No noooo. No. You are a verry special guest, Y/n!” 

Joker walked over to the table that you found earlier. You watched as he pulled out a tripod and took the time to set up a camera in your general direction. Once it was positioned to his liking, he mashed a button—and to your horror, a red light began to blink. 

“Tada! May I present.... Y/n, my lead-ing lady in this uh.. short film of mine! The title you ask? Why it’s, How to Break Batman’s Little Girl 101!”  

Joker’s words were like a sucker punch to your gut. They bounced off the thick walls of the room and echoed back in your eardrum's times a hundred. Your worst nightmare was happening right before your eyes. Not only did someone know who you were, but dad’s long kept secret was out—and his arch-nemesis of all people, knew about it.  

You were blinking a mile a minute and Joker thought your lips flailing like a fish was oh so adorable. Kissable really but he shook that odd thought away.  

He hyped up his performance so much, you weren’t sure if he was addressing you or the camera at this point.  

“Oh come now, Y/n. Don’t act so sur-prised! I knew Bats’ secret for years now. We are friends ya know.... Mmm on second thought. Ya might wanna work on the security Batsy.. I just so happened to waltz in and steal your precious.... and might I add.... beau-ti-ful daughter away easy peasy. Did I mention she’s verrrry beautiful?”  

You snapped out of your panic by Joker’s fingers grazing your cheek. Your response was instinctive by slapping his hand away. “Don’t touch me!”  

Joker wasted no time reacting to your outburst. His gentle touch turned cruel and struck your face hard enough to turn it sideways right into the wall.  

He quickly grabbed ahold of your jaw and yanked you back upright. You were forced to bear witness to his self-inflicted scars, all jagged and swollen up close. It was a permanent reminder just how insane this man truly was. Joker’s nails dug into your cheek and for a split second, you genuinely feared this man.  

His green eyes were almost electric staring into your soul. “You’re mine now and I’ll touch ya however I want. Got thaT?”  

Joker saw the insult queuing up in your brain and squeezed your face tighter in his grasp. You whined but still managed to part your lips to respond. “I’m not yours.” You growled.  

A brief staring contest ensued. Green verses your e/c.  

Joker admired your bravery; you questioned his sanity. He dressed the part of a gentleman with his three-piece suit and coattails (despite the outlandish colors) yet he was so far removed from the title. He was unpredictable in every sense of the word that you weren’t sure if you would survive a moment longer in his presence. 

You were confident that someone would come save you, Joker thought you were too naïve to understand the gravity of your situation. In any case, he would have ample time to extinguish the fire blazing in your eyes before someone started searching for you.  

He was so caught up crafting his mental plans, he didn’t notice the glint in your eye right before you bit his hand.  

It hardly phased him and for your efforts you received a rough shove towards the ground. Thankfully the mattress softened the blow however you still had the strength to glare at The Joker in disdain. 

“Let’s see how long that feisty streak of yours last hmm?” Joker chuckled under his breath and walked over to the door.  

The sudden change in brightness blinded you again but this time you caught a glimpse of a bulky man guarding the door before he and Joker disappeared from sight. 

Finally you were alone with your thoughts. The first thing you did was let out a shaky sigh and glance at the camera still recording you. The Joker didn’t turn it off and you concluded its sole purpose was to monitor you and collect material for the ransom cd your dad would receive. 

You choked back a sob just thinking about dad. He would be beside himself knowing you were abducted. Finding out that his greatest enemy took you would be a low blow—one you hoped he would overcome in order to rescue you. Dick and Jason would steer the detective in the right direction but with every hour that passed, you knew dad would slowly lose his mind. He knew firsthand what Joker was capable of. Your nose throbbed bitterly as a harsh reminder.  

There was nothing stopping the clown from killing you if he simply became bored.  

If only you took dad’s words to heart and abided by his strict security measures. You had snuck away from your detail for a bit of privacy. Now you regretted that dumb decision. You were in Joker’s clutches with no chance of escape, and it was all your fault.  

He chained you to a bedpost like some animal and now that there was light in the room, you could see it in its entirety.  

It was a mini prison right down to the bare necessities. The Joker had every intention of keeping you here, cut off from Gotham City, most likely below ground to disrupt the bat tracker embedded in you since childhood.  

You scratched at your wrist, praying that it miraculously still worked despite the odds. Surely your father, the world’s greatest detective, could locate his daughter with much less. 

It was the only reassurance you had.  

You were getting tired overthinking your predicament. There was nothing you could do at present, so with one last hesitant glance at the video recorder, you tried your best to get comfortable on the mattress and fall asleep. 

That became your routine. Time held no value anymore.  

Was it a few days? Weeks? Longer? How were you to know? You were confined to four concrete walls with no form of contact, save for the ever present blinking red light watching your every move.  

You were forced to use the horrendous facilities they called a bathroom, and meals (which were surprisingly great) were brought to your room like clockwork while you were asleep.  

You began to look forward to the tray that would magically appear on your table. It was the only connection to the outside world you had, and you didn’t take it for granted.  

There was always a special treat on your dinner plate and it never failed at putting a smile on your face regardless of being a prisoner. You tried to keep a grip on your sanity with these small bouts of happiness, but it was obvious what angle Joker was playing at.  

He was using isolation to mentally break you and it was working. 

You thought being locked away all alone would be easy, but the constant silence was unbearable and before long you began to fear when Joker would return.  

Not fearing him specifically, but of what you might do for a sliver of human interaction.  

That visit came unexpectedly. You woke up from a nap sensing a presence inside your room. Sadly, you had embraced having hallucinations during your lengthy stay here, but this one felt a little too real.  

Something didn’t feel right. “H-Hello?”  

The door was still closed with the lights dimmed and there wasn’t a tray of food dropped by, so you glanced near the bathroom area on pure instincts. Nothing was inside the room except that camera that you loathed so much. Its constant flashing light both annoyed and comforted you. At least you weren’t completely alone.  

You sighed to yourself and was about to fall back asleep when you felt something move behind you. Joker’s laugh blended in with your scream as you tried to scramble away.  

You didn’t get far given that Joker dragged you back towards him.  

The last thing you expected after waking up was a man lying in the same bed as you. It was a natural response to freak out, especially since it was The Joker pinning you to the mattress. “YOU SICK F__K! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?”  

You didn’t see the way Joker's eyes glazed over or the way his hands tightened around you before he grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Have I lost my… have I.. losT my mind?”   

You tried to pry his hands off you, but Joker was just too strong as he continued to repeat your question over and over. His manic laughter was deafening in your ear. “Have I lost my mind, Y/n? Or have you?”  

You looked up into pools of jade that glinted mockingly down at you. “What are you...?” 

Joker cut you off by directing your gaze to the camera in the room. “Did ya forget I’ve been watching you this entire time doll? Talking to yourself, your uh... hopeless words of affirmation? Oh Dad will come, he’ll come save me! Hang in there, Y/n! You’re so braaaaaave and strong!”’ 

Joker’s imitation of your voice was cringeworthy as he repeated your own words out loud. He mocked your defiant spirit and hopes of escape as if it was a joke. Strangely enough, Joker’s tone softened, and he sounded sincere with his next angle of attack.  

“You just don’t get iT. Daddy’s not coming Y/n. No one knows you’re missing, and nooo one cares either. It’s been a month now doll. If Daddy Bats really cared about his precious daughter, he would’ve rescued you by now don’tcha think?” 

Joker was just messing with you. This was another tactic of his to break you down. He was a master of manipulation and his way with words was just as dangerous as his work with knives. His sole existence was to harm others and yet with your fragile state of mind, a part of you believed him.  

You couldn’t believe that a month had passed with no one trying to find you. Was Joker telling the truth?  

It was too absurd to believe. “N-No....  no dad cares about me. He wouldn't.... he wouldn’t give up..” You whispered. You didn’t know who you were trying to convince here, you or The Joker.  

He must’ve seen the doubt starting to creep in for he pushed you a little further. “Are you sure, Y/n? He’s a uh, busy bat! Fighting crime always comes first, you know that better than anyyyyy one. He’s never had time for you...” Joker smiled, watching you blink back tears.  

He enjoyed every minute of tearing down your defenses one lie at a time.  

He leaned away and bit back a smile when you followed, seeking his contact. You were making this child’s play for him.  

“Bats always sent ya away when you were younger. Never letting you err.. blossom to your fullest. He hid you away because you were a failure to him. A mistake. He never cared about you! But guess whaT?”  

Joker waited until you looked up into his grassy green eyes. Were they always so expressive or was it your imagination that made them sparkle? It was the first source of human contact you had in who knows how long. You felt special to have The Joker staring at you the way he was.  

The air in the room was filled with static energy as you waited for Joker’s next words. You craved validation, acceptance, and attention at a time like this. The Joker had starved you for far too long in isolation.  

His hand raised up and softly caressed the side of your face and you missed how his eyes lingered on your lips longer than intended.  

“I care Y/n.” He chuckled seeing you pout, “I mean iT! I’ve been so ah.. cruel to ya. I should’ve treated you better. You want me to treat ya better doll?” 

Joker leaned forward and kissed both of your cheeks. The contact made you jump and blink up at him in shock. If he couldn’t hear your heart beating wildly, then he was deaf.  

You soaked up his form of human contact like a sponge. How long had you been wasting away in this room?  

Was it really a month like Joker had said? Right as Joker was leaning down to kiss you properly, you had a moment of clarity.  

Who was to blame for you being trapped in here? Why were you here in the first place? The answer was right in front of you, buttering you up with sweet lies and fake affection. Joker was playing you like a fiddle, and you were weak enough to fall for it.  

Not anymore.  

The Joker was the enemy. He was full of lies. Dad would never abandon you so why were so inclined to believe this green haired clown? No amount of isolation, no form of torture, could break you to believe such. You couldn’t give up so easily. You were a Wayne. You were born a fighter.  

Joker’s scarred lips ghosted against yours as you shoved him away. “You are nothing but a liar.”  

You enjoyed his brief moment of shock before his eyes cooled into the hard emeralds that they were. 

And just like that the act was over. One second you were in the comfort of Joker’s arms, the next you were tossed aside like trash and his true colors were revealed.  

He towered over you like a titan as you tried to back away but there was simply nowhere to go. You were at Joker’s mercy, and he spared you none. Each kick to your body made you cry out for Joker to stop but he didn’t listen, rather he laughed and kicked harder.  

You grabbed his ankle and begged him to stop but he jerked free and stomped on your wrist in retaliation. The audible crack was background noise to your earsplitting scream— yet it was all music to Joker’s ears.  

He enjoyed the pain of others and yours was icing on the cake.  

You sounded so pretty, so helpless and filled with anguish. He wanted to hear more. He was obsessed. How far could he push you until you gave under pressure? 

Two knocks on the door stole Joker’s attention and his eyes watched as another person entered the room. Joker knew who it was. Anyone else wouldn’t dare enter while he had his fun.  

Frost took one look at you sobbing on the floor before he focused his attention back on his boss. “We got trouble.”  

Joker rolled his eyes at Frost for interrupting his fun although it was probably for the best. He didn’t want to break you just yet. Slow and steady won the race and he had all he time in the world to do so.  

He might’ve went overboard today judging by how you visibly flinched when he moved in your direction, but he knew you’d bounce back defiant as ever. You had to.   

“You’ll have to uhh, excuse me Y/n. It seems.. I’m needed elsewhere. Don’t. You. Move.” He patted your head and laughed all the way out the door.  

The heavy sound of it closing did little to silence your tears.  

The pain was nothing. You were more upset with yourself for not being stronger. Joker was destroying your fighting spirit in record time and you were powerless to stop him.  

The bruises never faded, and it made sleeping even more difficult on your worn mattress.  

Sure, Joker was considerate enough to cast your broken wrist, but it was a small gesture compared to the verbal and added physical abuse he bestowed upon you daily.  

You became Joker’s personal punching bag and there was no end in sight to your suffering.  

Each time the door opened, you were forced to endure Joker’s twisted mind games or his heavy hand. It didn’t matter that you were a woman, in his eyes you deserved every ounce of pain that he inflicted. And when he finally left you bleeding and holding back tears, your own thoughts tortured you some more. 

Did father really abandon you? How was the world’s greatest detective, renowned for his state-of-the-art technology and gadgets, unable to locate his only daughter?  

The days blended together and all the hope you originally had of being rescued, diminished.  

The Joker enjoyed his daily visits with you but he could tell that it wasn’t enough. Your body was obviously battered yet your mind remained intact.  

You still possessed a thread of hope that made you defiant to the end. You spat in Joker's face whenever he was in range, and you rolled your eyes at his half-hearted jokes about killing you.  

“Then do it.” Your snide remarks often led to more beatings that did little to fulfill Joker’s goal.  

Nothing seemed to be working to ultimately break you, so he decided to try a different angle. 

You woke up to the smell of food in the air. Your stomach growled in want, but the reset of your body hurt too much to move. You debated skipping eating all together in favor of rest however that choice was made for you.  

“Sit up.” 

His voice. The root of all of your problems. You didn’t have the strength to be bothered with him today.  

Joker waited for you to move yet when you remained lying down, he became agitated. “I won’T re-peat myself doll.” 

Your voice cracked with your response. “I can’t. It hurts.” You just wanted to be left alone, to hurt in peace but Joker controlled everything here. As if you had a choice to begin with. 

“Lemme help you.” 

Just hearing the offer gave you the strength to flip over to face him. Surely he was joking. He wanted to help you?! After all he did? Screw the consequences, you had to speak your mind. 

“Help me? You want to help me? Okay then. Go away! Far… far away and leave me alone! Or even better! Let me go!  What’s the point of keeping me here? What do you want from me?!”  

During your speech you began to cry and Joker (for the first time in his life) felt guilty. Your timeless beauty was marred by cuts and bruises that he caused, and he couldn’t justify his actions for creating them.  

Somewhere along the way Joker lost focus of the mission.  

It was all a game— to get at Batman but along the way Joker saw how strong you truly were. Anything he tossed your way, you deflected it with ease. You never faltered, never lost hope. Even now as you lay weak and hungry, your eyes set him ablaze.  

You had won, he just didn’t know at what.  

Joker didn’t know what else to do with this failed experiment of his. One thing was certain, he wasn’t letting you go. There was something about you that he couldn’t put his finger on.  

Your rant fizzled off as you stared at Joker.  

There was an odd gleam in his eyes that you were wary of. He looked lost in thought and when he snapped to, you were shocked to see a genuine smile appear on his lips.  

You feared what his thoughts could lead to.  

To mask your fear, you rolled your eyes at his lack of an answer and reached for your dinner tray. Your groan of pain made Joker wince. Were you really in that much pain?  

Without thinking, he smacked your hand away and stabbed a portion of food with the provided fork. The two of you stared at each other in silence waiting for the other to make a move.  

“I can feed myself.” You grumbled.  

Joker gave you an, ‘are you sure about that’ look and tapped the fork to your lips.  

Just thinking about moving used up too much energy and your muscles begged for you to take him up on the offer. The Joker, Gotham City’s notorious criminal, wanted to feed you dinner; who were you to deny him?  

You begrudgingly opened your mouth while looking away from his smug green eyes.  

The act was so demoralizing, but you kept your cool while chewing in silence and opening your mouth for the next morsel.  

Just to be cheeky, you closed your lips around the fork and refused to let go. Joker didn’t think it was funny but he entertained your bratty behavior nonetheless. He considered stabbing your tongue—but thought against it. There was no need to be violent.  

He was trying a different angle to this whole hostage situation he created. Your defenses were down tonight and he would be a fool not to take advantage of them.  

A quick glance to his right confirmed that the video camera was still recording. Perhaps it was time to send a message to daddy dearest and make some progress.  

You were under the impression that Joker was taking pity on you with his nice guy act. He was patient, feeding you bites of food and not shoving it down your throat like he’d done in the past when you tried starving yourself.  

He was being.. (dare you say it) nice. You should’ve known it was too good to be true.  

He finished feeding you and you thought he was moving onto the slice of cake that was on the tray. You had been eyeing it since Joker uncovered it and you licked your lips thinking about the delectable treat.  

It would have to wait. There was an ominous shift in the air that completely blindsided you.  

Joker didn’t know what came over him. He didn’t have any plans when he entered your room tonight. It was supposed to be a simple food drop—nothing more, but the moment his eyes landed on you curled up on the mattress resting so beautifully, what left of his demented mind, checked out early.  

This past month and a half was filled with harsh lessons and far too many close calls. Batman and his ban of birds did everything in their power to find you and they almost succeeded once or twice. 

Thankfully Joker was smart enough to place you inside a shipping container so you could always be mobile and out of reach. You hardly noticed the frequent moves since he coordinated them during your sleeping hours. It also ensured your meals were always hot and fresh since they could just travel to wherever Joker deemed fit to your standards.  

Everything was planned down to the smallest detail, everything except developing feelings for you.  

Now that was out of Joker’s control.  

Underneath the clown façade, Joker was still a man and you were absolutely stunning with your aristocratic beauty and educated mind.  

Your fierce personality drew him in despite you being a means to an end. You were supposed to be a form of entertainment, a toy until Joker got bored and let Batman have his daughter back but over time, Joker became attached to you in an unhealthy way. 

You were Joker’s property, his special secret hidden from the world to do with as he so pleased.  

He stopped hitting you and allowed you time to heal due to some unknown form of guilt. More and more tasty desserts were included with your meals to make up for his abusive behavior, and unbeknownst to you, Joker watched you sleep every night.  

There was something soothing watching you blissfully unaware of the monster in your bed. He could slit your throat in your sleep but he didn’t. No, that would be a waste.  

Joker found it better to sleep beside you and hold you close. He knew you would freak out if you knew all the liberties that he took while you were asleep.  

From tracing your major arteries with a knife to leaving lipstick marks all over your skin—his feelings for you were disturbing and perfectly justified in his opinion.  

Joker didn’t want the traditional lovey dovey crap most couples shared because he wasn’t normal. He wanted to own, to control, to destroy you completely and then protect the broken pieces that remained. 

There was no concept of love in Joker’s mind and there never would be. Seeing you so docile as he fed you was the breaking point. He got a taste of your submissive side and craved more.  

Why couldn’t you just give in and break already? You brought this upon yourself. You forced Joker to do this. 

He blocked out the sound of your cries and wrestled your arms down to onto the mattress. His only goal was to get you naked and when you began to struggle more, he took matters into his own hands. 

Joker grabbed the army knife from his pocket and sliced your clothes off. One motion caught your skin and you howled as the sharp metal tore it open. Joker saw red bubble to the surface and dove down to lick you clean.  

He didn’t like hearing your voice filled with pain. It distracted him from getting hard and after staring you in the eye, you quickly got the message. Keep quiet or else.  

You tried not to make a sound louder than your whimpers. You didn’t want to provoke Joker’s wrath.  

“Much better. So pretty.” Joker hummed to himself when you were laid bare beneath him although he frowned seeing tears staining your cheeks. “Shhhhhh, hey hey. Look at me... Behave and it won’t hurT.”  

He watched your lip wobble as you remained quiet. Your wrists were being held down by Joker’s hand, leaving you powerless to squirm away and he loved the power scale tipping in his favor. Good. You would always be beneath him.  

He struggled a bit to unzip his fly but managed to get his cock out without letting you go. A shame you were being bratty and didn’t prepare yourself for this. He really had to do everything around here.  

Joker spat on his hand and worked it up and down his cock, groaning to himself at the feeling. His eyes roamed over his doll and admired your beauty mid stoke. You had curves in all the right places that begged to be fondled. He wanted to touch them, but if he let go of your hands, you would act out.  

He could see the fire burning in your eyes. If he gave you an inch, you’d take a mile.  

Yet it was criminal not to mark you up the way he wanted.  

Joker sighed as he lined himself up with your pussy. You panicked and tried moving away from his tip tapping your opening with heavy slaps to no avail.  

“Are ya gonna behave doll?” 

He shifted his weight and applied more pressure on your healing broken wrist when you continued to rebel. The searing pain made you bite your lip and cease struggling altogether.  

“Now. Are you gonna be a errr.. good doll for me n’ stay realllllllly still?” Joker sang.  

Your lip curled back, ready to cuss him out, instead a loud scream took escaped your lips as Joker began to force his way inside your dry entrance.  

It burned. It ached. He was tearing you apart and you shook your head in agony as it continued without end. You didn’t think about the consequences, you bucked your hips away from the unwanted invasion.  

You knew you were in trouble the moment Joker said your name in warning. 

“What. Did. I just say doll? Dumb b___h.” 

Joker let go of your wrists to hold your hips instead. Once he found purchase, he began thrusting in and out of your pussy. His pleasure was your torment. Your silent tears spurred him on and he swatted your hands away that tried to push him off.  

Nothing would stop him after he got a taste of you. He was an idiot for not taking you sooner. 

“Haha, you’re grippin’ me soooooo tight doll. Ease up for me!” Joker groaned louder to drown out your pathetic pleas. He would not slow down; you were too perfect to stop now.  

He noticed the camera in the corner and got an idea. “Are ya enjoying yourself, doll? Why don’tcha give the ah.. a-audience a good show? Go on. Tell him how you feel.”   

You forgot all about the recorder in the room! Your sharp gasp was music to his ears. You tried to turn away, but Joker would have none of that. He grabbed your jaw and forcibly turned your face towards the lens. Your tears were a paid actor for his production.  

“Ya see that Bats? ThaT, oh f__k... t-that is the face of your failure. She’s all mine and I’m gonna take ahaha.. verrry good care of her. All mine.. d__n it..” Joker choked back a moan and licked the tears from your face as he sped up his thrusts. If he kept this up, he would cum before the fun really started. Although he shouldn’t have to be the only one getting off.  

With a smug grin, he snaked a hand down to rub messy circles on your clit.  

The response was instantaneous. You threw your head back with a mewl on your tongue. He felt the result of his adventurous touch the same time you let out an unexpected moan. “Oh? Ya like that doll?” He mocked.  

He laughed at you trying to deny deny deny but your body was speaking on your behalf.  

You tightened around him and he felt the slick begin to coat his cock. He arched an eyebrow at the sudden turn of events. You really were enjoying this. He wondered... 

He stroked your clit faster and was rewarded by another sweet moan gracing his ears. His doll made the prettiest sounds under distress. He could see the confusion dancing across your features.  

“Ohhhhhh Bats! You have a naughty.. naughty girl! Enjoying my touch after begging me to stop just minutes ago? Ah.. mmm, it's okay doll! M-Moan louder. Enjoy ittt, I know I am. Mm, you feel better the uh wetter you become.” 

Joker stopped mid thrust when you clenched down unexpectedly on him. Were you trying to crush him to death?  

He wondered if you could feel him throbbing in your pussy. Your tiny fists were beating on his clothed chest but there was no point in pretending.  

You were enjoying yourself and if he was correct to assume, you were getting close. You just needed a little push and Joker had just the thing.  

“I knew you were secretly a whore. Only dirty sluts get off on being used like a toy. Hehe. It's a-always the quiet ones f__k!” Joker chuckled to himself followed by a shuddering groan. You were very close. He had to act fast.  

Without warning he bit down hard on your shoulder. You moaned out before covering your mouth with your hand. It was too late; Joker already knew what kind of woman you were. He bit harder and rejoiced as blood bubbled up to the surface to coat his lips. Finally, he was marking you up the way you deserved.  

He sped up his thrusts, laughing at the sloppy sound of wet skin on skin in the room. His cock happily slid in and out of your pussy now that you were horny.  

You were shaking your head in denial even as your legs shivered on Joker’s shoulders. He licked the fresh bite mark clean before whispering in your ear.  

“Let go Y/n. Shatter into a thousand tiny lit-tle pieces— and when you snap them back together, I'll be righT here to ruin you all over again. And again. And again. I will always break you just the way you need. The way you deserve. So go on. Do itttt. B-Break for me.... For us.”  

Joker thought you were beautiful before, seeing you admit defeat and cum was a vision from heaven.  

Your cheeks darkened in color as your lips parted like the sea to allow carnal bliss to fall from its depths. You twitched uncontrollably in Joker’s hold, and he was more than happy to pull you in close as you fell apart on his cock.  

You rode the wave of pleasure and swept Joker along with the force. He was caught off guard by your tightening cunt and came with your name a whisper on his lips.  

No drug could ever compare to the high you gave him.  

He saw new sounds and heard colors that he couldn’t name. His breath came in short pants as he came down. Words failed him, his head was still too foggy to process the world around him.  

What could one say after an orgasm that intense? He just came inside your quivering hole, and he already wanted to do it again.   

He couldn’t find the energy to even think coherently! All he could do was flop down next to you and sort out his senses in the right categories.  

His paint-stained hands wandered aimlessly and began playing with the ends of your hair, much to your horror. While Joker floated in post-coital bliss, you fell back to your harsh reality.  

You let this monster have sex with you and even worse, you enjoyed it.  

You felt dirty, cheap, a literal failure. You allowed The Joker to touch you, to make you feel good. You came from his ministrations. God, you could feel him softening inside your used pussy. Your inner thighs felt sticky, and you shuddered realizing that The Joker came inside you. The room began to spin as you spiraled into a panic attack.  

What would dad think when he found out? What if you became pregnant with this monster’s child. You felt sick to your stomach and feeling Joker playing with your hair, as if nothing was wrong, tipped you over the edge.  

“Don’t touch me!” You wailed. Your shout made Joker come to and instinctively hold you closer to his chest. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on inside your head, but you didn’t have to be so loud. 

“Doll... I ahh uh, already touched ya.” He rubbed up and down your back despite you flinching from his touch.  

You made eye contact with the video recorder in the corner and Joker curiously followed your gaze. Oh. That would explain your sour mood. You were smart and deduced what he would do with the footage. “Listen Y/n..” 

A knock at the door interrupted Joker’s sentence. He didn’t move an inch as he granted whomever on the other side entry.  

You tried maintaining your modesty but it was a useless effort. You were bare as the day you were born in Joker’s arms and he wasn’t letting you go. 

Joker’s henchman walked in and struck a conversation with the clown, pretended as if you didn’t exist. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die you were so embarrassed.  

You didn’t notice what was going on until Joker snapped his fingers in your face. “Huh?” 

Joker rolled his eyes at your lack of awareness. He sat up straight and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “I said..... take a bath while I’m gone. I uh.. took your chain off for ya.”  

He pointed at your bare ankle that was in fact free of the heavy metal. You twisted your leg, feeling the freedom granted to you.  

You wanted to thank Joker but he was already walking out the door with his henchman. And just like that, you were alone. The silence was unbearable as the full reality hit you full force.  

You didn’t fight back. Why did you give in so easily? Why did you miss the warmth of Joker body against yours? Just what was wrong with you for craving his touch?  

Screw taking a bath, you ran straight towards the toilet to empty your stomach.  

Sleep did not come to you when your mind was abuzz with doubt. 

You paced the room while biting your nails and reliving your time spent with Joker over and over. You were beyond restless thinking about your uncertain future. What would Joker do now that he got what he wanted? 

Would you be killed off and discarded like trash? Would your family be given the chance to mourn your passing? Would they even know what became of you? There were too many questions and not enough answers. One thing was for certain, you refused to sit around and wait for your fate.  

For some unknown reason Joker removed your chain. It was a sliver of hope that you planned on exploiting.  

The heavy metal door loomed in the distance. Before it served as a reminder of how trapped you were; now it was a shining beacon of hope. Either coincidental or simply a miracle, Joker also took the elusive camera with him. Nothing was stopping you from running, and nothing was holding you back.  

Joker had slashed your clothes to ribbons but the woolen blanket on the mattress was still intact for you to wrap around your body.  

It left you feeling far too exposed, but you had no other option available. Once covered, you padded over to the door and turned the handle to freedom. 

The hallway was dark and ominous before you.  

You weren’t sure if you wanted to venture into the unknown. You looked at the barren cell you were forced to inhabit and back into the dark void, weighing the odds.  

You took the first step, then another, and another until you were walking with haste—desperately searching for an exit.  

Your heart was beating loudly in your ears as you stumbled across a door with light poking out underneath the frame. It was the only lead you had so far towards an exit. You slowly pushed it open and regretted it instantly.  

The room full of men all stopped their various conversations to stare you caught like a deer in headlights in the doorway. You quite literally walked into a den of wolves.  

“Well well. Look what we have here!” One guy catcalled.  

They all leered at your body poorly wrapped up in a blanket. It was obvious your purpose here at their hideout. Free entertainment.  

The door slammed shut behind you, trapping you again, only this time in far more hostile conditions. You berated yourself for leaving the safety of your cell if this was the cost. You could barely defend yourself against Joker. There were too many men here to even consider escaping.  

You backtracked right into a broad chest and the male laughed at you already cowering in fear.  

He roughly pulled your hair while another pair of hands ripped your blanket away to knead your breasts. Whistles and laughter broke out in the room at the sight. “The Boss been keepin’ this from us!? Look! She’s freshly used too!”  

You screamed as fingers stabbed their way into your cunt and explored inside. Their hands weren't like Jokers. There was no pleasure to be gained here and unlike before, your body did not warm up to the stimuli.  

You were in pain as they groped and fondled your body and despite Joker being the origin to all your problems, you cried out his name to save you. 

Someone yanked your hair again before shattering all your hopes with a handful of words. “Ya think the boss is gonna help you? You are nuthin’ to him! Just a warm hole for him to use. And now it's our turn.” 

You closed your eyes to block out the pain. The last of your fighting spirit faded away as a lone tear rolled down your cheek. 

Frost and Joker were waking back towards your room when they heard the loud commotion coming from the common room.  

It was well in the night and nothing of note should’ve excited the men to be so rowdy. Most of them should’ve been on patrols in the first place.  

Frost merely shrugged his shoulders and followed his Boss.  

Curiosity killed the cat, but Joker was not so simple minded. He knew something was wrong. He wasn't religious by any means, but he prayed that this didn’t involve you.  

He barged into the common room ready to scold his men when his worst fears came to light.  

Joker didn’t think, he simply acted until nothing else stood in his way to get to you. Frost could handle the aftermath of his rage—you were the only constant in Joker’s mind the second he opened the door and saw you in distress.  

He left you just a few hours prior, safe and accounted for in your room. He left to prepare better accommodations to reflect your newfound status in his life. Joker took great care of his possessions, and you deserved better than being tucked away in some dingy shipping container. You didn’t belong on the floor like a cheap whore. No, you were worthy to be displayed, dressed up like the doll Joker wanted you to be. 

 Never did he imagine he would return to this. 

He fought his way to your side and fell to his knees by your side. His green eyes were wide with an unknown emotion as they took in your battered form.  

He didn’t want to touch and accidentally hurt you any further yet something about the thousand-yard stare in your eyes told him you were no longer here to feel anything at all. Joker knew how ruthless his men were, but this was barbaric.  

He didn’t regret killing them after what they done. His only remorse was not making them suffer more before death.  

Joker gathered you up in his arms and tried shaking you back into focus. “Y/n? Y/n, c'mon doll! Look at me.. s-say something!?” He pleaded.  

You mumbled something inaudible and curled up into a ball.  

Rage. Guilt and surprisingly shame. Joker’s mind was wild with this flood of new emotions.  

He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t have a single cell of compassion in his body, yet the sight of his newest toy utterly broken (and not of his own doing) had him feeling remorseful.  

“I... I don’T.. I...” Joker gathered his thoughts with a deep inhale.  

Frost watched the intimate scene while kicking over a body. It was a bloody mess in here; however, that had to wait.  

Frost could tell his Boss needed some assistance. “I’ll run a bath.” Frost said offhandedly.  

It would point Joker in the right direction at least rather than rocking you back and forth on the floor to no avail. The comment snapped Joker out of his musing.  

Emerald eyes roamed over your sleeping form. “Bath. Y-Yeah uh she needs a uh.. bath.” 

He nodded to himself and slowly rose to his feet to carry you out of the common room. He passed up your old room in favor of his own that had more privacy. Not like it would matter. You had yet to speak.  

This was not the outcome Joker had planned. Even after he washed you clean and tucked you into bed— he sat by your side contemplating his next move.  

You were no longer the shiny doll he wanted on his shelf. His own men had ruined you. They took away your feisty demeanor and all conscience thought from you that made this game fun.  

Joker tried to get you to speak, to react to anything, but you remained stagnant, blinking owlishly at the wall until sleep finally took you.  Nothing of the defiant Y/n that Joker had grown to like remained.  

You left him with no other alternative. He got what he wanted, and it was time to move on.  

In three more days, it would mark your two-month long disappearance. Bruce would be a liar if he said he didn’t count the days if not the minutes that you were gone.  

He blamed himself for your capture and the boys tried their hardest to steer him in the right direction and not spiral into depression. Bruce loved all his children, but you were his by blood. You held a special place in Bruce’s heart and as such, he spent every waking second trying to find you. 

No expenses were spared, and any lead (no matter how small) were investigated. Joker was smart, but Bruce was smarter. He would find you.  

Dick and Tim investigated a possible lead and discovered where you were originally being held. You still had a sweet tooth and your favorite bakery recognized your custom order being placed and tipped off Wayne Enterprises about the person who picked it up. 

Unfortunately, The Joker moved you before Batman could arrive at the location but now they knew you were still alive. It strengthened their hopes in finding you safe and sound.  

Numerous rescue attempts were thwarted in the following weeks, but they never gave up. There would be another lead, they would have another chance to save you.  

All hope was not lost. 

Their patience was rewarded the day the Batcomputer picked up a signal on your tracker. It was finally online for the first time in months. Everyone scrambled to assemble at the pinned location. Bruce was ready for a fight and mentally prepared himself to do anything necessary to get you back.  

None of the boys were prepared to arrive at the back of your office building. It seemed to be a mistake, it had to be. Was Joker sending them on a wild goose chase? Bruce scanned the area but there was only one faint heat signature detected. His nerves were on edge, already assuming the worst.  

Bruce’s heart stopped beating when he saw a body lying in the delivery drop-off/ loading area. He didn’t wait for the others to secure the area. His father instincts were in overdrive as he rushed to your side, calling out your name.  

You were unresponsive with only a tattered blanket covering your shivering form. That’s when Bruce saw the bruises painting your body and the cast still present on your wrist. He didn’t want to believe that this battered woman was his spit-fire daughter.  

You were a shell of your former self when Bruce finally roused you awake. The fire that once blazed intently within your e/c eyes was gone and it was evident what The Joker did to you.  

“Bruce, look.” Dick said as he picked up something near your feet.  

Scattered around your body was a deck of playing cards. On the joker card a note was written in red.  

You can have her back Bats; I don’t like broken dolls. 

[thesupreme316]

Heyyyyy I just came up with this but headcanons with the boys if their so is in college and has a bunch of missing work how and how they would deal with it (not like this is related to me rn totally DONT have have 20+ missing assignments that r do Thursday😮‍💨) if not that’s fine I just needing something to do so I felt like I was being productive cuz I don’t feel like doing work in my week off. Thought I’d submit ideas for writers so I’d be doing smt!

AEW STARS React to: Their S/O In College (and Taking Finals)

Pairings: Nick Wayne x Reader, Darius Martin x Reader, Hook x Reader, Dante Martin x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader, MJF x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Wheeler Yuta x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, finals kicked my butt, but we back and packed up in here! to this lovely anon, i hope you got everything done and passed with flying colors (ik i struggled). but anyways, please remember that you are loved and appreciated, and also that you are more than a gpa.

Warnings: none i think, grammarly wasn't working so barely proofread, no gifs as tumblr don't wanna work rn

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

i totally forgot to add my beautiful besties my bad

Nick Wayne

Hahaha He is the last person you should be going to for help

If anything, Nick believes that you should just leave it alone and just be in candy land with him

But he knows how hard it is for you and how important it is

So he’ll try his best to help you actually do the assignments

Like you two split up how much work you have and he does half the assignment

I think he would find it fun; pulling all nighters in the library and doing work with their S/O until like 4 am

Every night would be a new adventure

Would let you review the work before you submit it

But anything science-related

Don’t ask him shit

I see him as more of a math person

Darius Martin

I see Darius definitely as a liberal arts or literature person

Like he can edit your papers (he’s your personal chat gpt)

I think Darius would help you by creating a schedule

Like when you need to get stuff done by

BUT

He takes it a step further by allocating time limits for each assignment

Like you can only work on assignment 1 for an hour and 30 minutes each day

Something tells me he is particular with schedules

Darius will keep you on track as if he’s getting paid for it

“Y/N, your break ended 3 minutes ago. LETS GO”

Will definitely help you with researching topics cause that takes a while

Don’t ask him shit about math

Dante Martin

Doesn’t particularly understand what you are going through

But nonetheless he hates that he doesn’t see you as much anymore

I can see him just giving you gifts and words of encouragement

Will tutor you if you need help…but realize that this is not high school science

“You mean there is more than Chemistry I? CHEMISTRY VI? ORGANIC-“

He soon gives up

Stays up with you and drags you away from work if needed

IMAGINE DANTE SAYING “COME TO BED BABY” OMG MY HEART

Will help you with assignments like Nick

Will reward you for all your hard work (wink wink)

Tries to distract you and give you moments for fun/relaxation

After the dust is settled, he’s just happy that you are out of the shackles of academia and you two can hang out stress-free

Hook

MANS IS NOT BOTHERED WITH YOUR BULLSHIT

Has the constant “I told you to start on these assignments earlier” look on his face

If anything he will just supply you with food, energy drinks, and emotional support

But if you thing this man will give you any type of physical help

YOU ARE LYIN TO YOURSELF SWEETHEART

Will secretly complain about your lack of self care or wishing he could actually help in Italian

Fancanon: Hook can speak Italian

If he thinks you have been working too much

He will save your work and shut your laptop down

Will make sure you did everything on your checklist before turning the assignments in

If you need him to print stuff off, just ask, he’ll do it

Unless it’s 1 am…then he’s telling you to take your ass to sleep

Wheeler Yuta

Okay, this man can actually help you

WITH HIS CUTE ASS GLASSES

He truly understands what you are going through as he used to be in your shoes

Mans will tutor you until you are smarter than him

Loves helping you with history and shit

“No the War of 1812 didn’t happen in 1937”

Gives you helpful study and test-taking tips

Tries to make you drink healthy caffeinated drinks not Monsters or Red Bulls

Believes they are the devil and will slap them out of your hands

“What did I say? Red Bull gives you horns, not wings…no not horns for being horny”

Will give you little trinkets or treat you out to dinner when you complete your assignments/exams

He just wants you to remain healthy during this stressful time

Christian Cage

I feel like if anything Christian is a professor…with the way he be schooling those-

He’s probably very knowledge in various subjects

He just does them the old-fashioned way

“What the hell is this?…Whatcha mean this is the new way?”

But if anything he’ll adapt to it, just trying to help you

I HAVE A THEORY that he’ll stay up reading the next chapter or the directions for your next assignment and tries to figure out ways to make the process easier

So the next day you walk out to the table and you see the parts of your project laid out and labeled

“I know it’s a lot but we break it up like this, you should be able to complete by tomorrow”

Christian takes pictures of you two so he can look back and bring up times like the Vietnam war

Makes you take breaks, in which he’ll work in your place

When you get your grade back, it’s yalls grade

not yours

MJF

Straight up pays for a tutor/homework helper

But stays in the room and yells at them cause you are still confused and behind

I mean this in the nicest way

Max is no damn help

He is laughing at you while he’s putting on his scarf

“Imagine doing homework to get a little paper for a job! That’s what you get for not being born rich”

Will post you on instagram and claim that homework and exams are to test idiots

But will quickly change his tune when you place a physics worksheet in front of him

“WHY IS THE GREEK ALPHABET HERE?”

Issues you a public apology and vows to never make fun of you again

If anything MJF supplies you with emotional support, letting you know that your feelings are valid

Will buy you new shoes or something massive for surviving and passing everything

Eddie Kingston

Now when I say don’t ask him anything

DON’T ASK HIM ANYTHING! HE’LL JUST SAY

“Doll, imma be real, I have a GED. I dunno shit”

He can only laugh from afar and say “glad I don’t have to do that shit”

But if you ask him anything about English or Shakespeare, he got you

Will recite random Shakespeare quotes to provide entertainment

I think he proofreads your papers to ensure they make sense

I do think he can help with researching and giving you credible websites

Other than that, his designated role is paper weight or waterboy

He believes your every word when you groan about school

That’s all he can do but you don’t complain about it

After he loves you and you love him

[mybworlds]

The Day We Survived

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Summary: You and your fiancé are headed to an island paradise. You've been together for a long time and are just waiting for his proposal, but...

Warnings: use of you, use of petnames, language, injuries, bruises, blood (a little?), plane crash, survival, fluff, smut. If I miss smt please let me know.

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You feel pain all over, you look around disoriented, the plane you were travelling on with the pilot is on the ground, "Fuck!" the man shouts, immediately unbuckling his seatbelt and shouts at you to do the same. Yours, however, is blocked.

"It won't come off!" you exclaim in panic, trying repeatedly to remove the seat belt. You see him coming quickly towards you, he takes out a switchblade and cuts it with some difficulty.

"Get down! Get down! Get down!" he screams, opening the door and grab as many things as possible before jumping out, you follow him "Come on, princess!" he urges you, stretching out his arms towards you "I got you." he adds as you launch yourself towards him ending up in his strong arms. Your feet end up in the mud, while it continues to rain heavily on you.

"Move!" he yells, grabbing your hand and running away from the plane that creaks and snorts, emitting metallic noises.

"Leave me!" you exclaim when you are far enough away that you cannot be blown up. You look at the plane and you see a shovel completely torn off, the muzzle burnt, "Please tell me this is a joke!" you take a deep breath "You can't fix this thing, um . . . what's your name?" you ask him.

"Francisco. But you can call me Frankie." He replies, "And no. I can't." he looks up at the sky and the treetops wrinkling his nose "We need to find shelter for now." he adds further.

You look around shrugging your shoulders, "Come with me," he says, giving you a half-pat on the arm, and you follow him. You don't know exactly where you're headed, you enter what appears to be a forest or something similar.

"Do you even know where we're going?" you ask him, stumbling over a thick root sticking out of the ground, "Damn!" you curse.

He walks through the mud looking around, you trot behind him trying to keep up. You arrive in what looks like a natural cave carved into the rock. "What is this place?" you ask, shrugging and shivering in the decreasing humidity.

"A cave. What does it look like to you?" he asks you, pulling off his jacket with a grimace. You see his gray shirt torn on the deltoid and a cut from which blood is coming out.

"You're hurt." You note, looking at his face. "What can I do to help you?" You ask, taking off your jacket.

"It's just a scratch, sweetie. I'm not going to die." He says looking you in the eyes with an annoyed expression. You roll your eyes, "Sure." You shift from foot to foot nervously, “So what do we do now?” you ask him starting to go up and down the cave.

"Let's wait for this storm to pass." he tells you, raising his eyebrows and looking outside.

"Okay, what's next? What's the next move? I mean, someone's looking for us, right? You reported that we're in the middle of nowhere with a broken helicopter and they need to come get us right away, right?" you ask him, agitated and stopping for a moment and looking at Frankie.

"Sugar, I took care to get us all out of my baby in one piece." he says shaking his head "And anyway, yes, I reported that we were falling, but honey we're not on a highly frequented island so no. No one's sending anyone no sooner than four days."

"Four days?! Are you kidding me?! Oh, this is crazy, it must be a nightmare." you say, starting to walk up and down the little cavern again.

"From my point of view it could have been worse. Will you stop pacing like a caged lion?!" he barks, glaring at you.

"And to think I was supposed to have a dream weekend!" you exclaim, shrugging your shoulders. You watch the thick vegetation surrounding you beaded with raindrops and the humidity descends into the small forest. You are afraid, that is the truth. Not so much of the man who is with you, but of this place.

"You need to be treated." Francisco tells you, you frown "You have a cut on your head," you touch yourself noticing your fingers stained with blood and you approach with your head down, "All right, princess, now gimme the first aid kit." After you hand it to him he asks, "So, what did you come to do on an island like that? I don't think your boyfriend had that plan."

You look at him, "No, actually. He wanted to take me to Honey Island." He watches you softly, as he cleans your wound and you close your eyes in a small grimace of pain. "Then," you sigh heavily "I don't know how or why he decided to be there with his lover." you look down feeling your eyes stinging "I still can't believe it." you say feeling a weight at your chest.

"Finished, now pass me the needle and thread." You watch him in terror and shock, his lips slowly curling upwards. "You should see the face you made!" he exclaims smiling.

“It’s not funny,” you protest, shaking your head and watching the huge smile that curves his lips and creases his face. He looks at you with sweet eyes, "Seriously speaking now, I'm done. And you're not going to die." He tells you in an amused tone. You mimic the tone he used to reassure you, while he chuckles, lowering his head for a moment before looking you in the eyes "You're funny, lil’ one," he tells you, placing his palms on the rocks behind him "I'd really like to know what was going through that idiot's mind when he cheated on you!" he exclaims, earning a dirty look from you.

But soon that sidelong glance of yours becomes a sad look. You sit at a certain distance from him, "I don't know. I probably focused too much on my work, maybe I gave him a reason to do it, I don't know." You hug your legs to your chest, looking outward and noticing that slowly the sun's rays become less and less hot.

He doesn't say a word, he becomes gloomy and suddenly silent. A part of you almost hoped to hear him say that it wasn't your fault that he preferred someone else to you, instead his silence almost seems to want to agree with what you said which makes you feel even worse. Or maybe he just doesn't know what to tell you.

The rain is easing, but the humidity is increasing so Frankie builds a fire to warm you as best you can. You watch as the night advances, nature around you awakens, hearing all those verses you feel your heart beating violently in your chest.

"You're not an adventurous person, are you?" He asks you noticing the look on your face and how you draw your knees into your chest. You look at him perplexed for a moment, then look down, caught red-handed.

“I thought we survived a crash like that,” you say, trying not to appear weak or scared. He, unlike you, is calm as if what you experienced today was his normality. Which could also be.

He hums thoughtful without stopping to look at you. The chirping of crickets is the background to that strange silence. You watch the tongues of fire and slowly slip into sleep.

The next day you wake up hearing footsteps not far from you, you immediately sit up and blink in an attempt to wake up as fast as you can.

A deep sense of fear flows through you, you freeze in place. You don't know what to do, you call out to the man next to you. What did he say his name was? Frank? Maybe.

When you turn around you realize you're alone, oh what now? You're sure you have a look of pure terror painted on your face.

The man, Frank or whatever his name is, suddenly appears from the thick ferns that almost hide the cave from anyone's sight.

"Oh, fuck." You blurt out, bringing a hand to your chest. “You almost gave me a heart attack!” you exclaim.

He sighs, “Good morning to you too! I thought city ladies didn’t talk like that!” he teases. You look at him, looking at his face and noticing in that light a scar on his left cheek.

"What do we do now?" you ask him, standing up ready to move. You look around at the vegetation and then at the man in front of you.

He places his hands on his hips. "We have to leave right now." He says taking your few things and kicking what remains of the fire he prepared himself, you look at him perplexed "Don't just stand there watching, move!"

You stand up almost speechless, "What's going on?" You're starting to get scared.

“They’re comin’” He just tells you by grabbing you by the arm and pulling you out of the cave.

“Who?”

“They.” he says only before quickly running down the hill and dragging you away with him.

Taglist @christinamadsen; @harriedandharassed

[interstellar-debris]

*slides in Risky Business style*

Hello, you glamorous rock star! I've got an idea for you. Would you be interested in doing some headcanons for Beckman, Shanks, and Reader (if you're comfortable, I know you mentioned being new at it!) for this lovely holiday/winter season? I think we could all use a bit of fluff this time of year to counter the added stress and what better way than with two of the best pirates/parents on the seas? Thank you for hearing me out, for your time and effort, and I hope you have a marvelous December!

Hi, my dear shining friend! This made me so excited that I literally wrote this at 1 am. Your order of fluffy (and fun, if I may say) hcs with two of the most fearsome pirates is up! I hope you will enjoy it!

Winter HCs

°Characters & reader pronouns: Shanks; Benn Beckman & GN reader in mind

°Synopsis: What would winter with these two fine pirates be? (Add to it a sprinkle of the crew shenanigans)

°A/N: I did it with GN reader in mind, but if I missed smt, pls let me know.

Cozy moments in the quarters. Just you, Shanks, Beck, and your hot beverage of choice. And yes, there are definitely plenty of eggnog refills. 

Speaking of eggnog, Roux has mastered the art of most alcoholic, while still delicious eggnog…, and now the first mate is on babysitting duty twice as much. 

Despite the crew being a loud one in general, I can guarantee that both Shanks and Beckman love those quiet winter moments - candles, fluffy blankets, yummy beverages, and time, which feels like it has slowed down so you could fully appreciate this all. 

Be prepared though. The second the deck gets under a blanket of snow, chaos ensues; even if only among the three of you, though more usually than not everyone gets dragged into this icy war. And while yes, Shanks usually starts the fight, don't get fooled by the usually laid-back Beckman. He can, and will, throw the snowball with scary accuracy…

Usually, you and Shanks get together to bring the first mate down, but occasionally your lovers side against you, and well… good luck, you are screwed.

Fair warning: if the crew is involved, be prepared for them nagging the hell out of Yasopp and Beckman, riling them up, until it ends in a snowball sharpshooting competition… It has already happened several times, and you can't convince me otherwise.

Baths. Especially after playing in the snow. Shanks has a bigass bath,  which can fit the three of you comfortably, so that's where you go for the evening - if it's time.

On another note - Shanks is a little shit! Even more in the wintertime. He will have the cutest and most innocent look on his face… and then he will shove his icy cold hands under your clothes - cuz gloves are for weak! - all while sporting a proud smile. He is happy, cuz he caught you unaware. Meanwhile, Beckman leaves the moment he sees that look on his lover's face; he fell for it far too many times than he wants to admit. And no, he doesn't alert you. Learn it the hard way - as he had to.

Beckman will, however, make up for his betrayal by being extra cuddly. I like to think that he comes from a fairly warm island, so he isn't the best in dealing with cold weather… Luckily Shanks runs hot, and who wouldn't mind some extra cuddles with this fine man, you certainly don't. 

Beckman can't skate. He just doesn't do it. I mean, Shanks can't skate either, but only when sober - no one knows why or how, but the moment Shanks gets on the ice drunk… he is a pro ice skater. He is not allowed though, Hongo banned him, saying that he doesn't need any more stress in his life. He would like to have his hair stay blonde for at least a couple more years. -

Speaking of the duo stressing the hell out of the ship doctor; Lime Juice made a bet with Shanks once, that Shanks can't persuade the first mate to try skiing… A week later Hongo was the one who collected the money to buy a splint for Beckman´s broken leg and sprained wrist, while Shanks mopped around being scolded by the doctor.

So, all I am saying is: “Good luck, you will need it. And please give extra appreciation to the ship doctor, for making sure they survive the winter months, okay.”

[natewriteslol]

May I request a reaction(?)/headcanon?

(twst boiz }:‑))

Rook, Sebek, Idia, Jack and Azul reacting to a secretly ripped reader.

Explanation!: Reader wears a lot if oversized stuff, lazy af, tends to skip PE classes and etc. You know acting like they're weak and stuff while in reality they're just lazy. For some reason Vargas saw the potential and the true power in reader, so he decided to add them to the team of [insert a really brutal sport or smt]. Everyone r like: "Y?? They weak!" When it's Readers time to enter the game, they take their hoodie off and omG those muscles. I swear someone fainted right on spot. And someone went 🧎🤰 After Absolutely destroying opponents team, they're just like "ok, I did the thing! Now I want my super duper rare chips".

A/N: This is such a creative premise, thank you for sending it!!

MC goes by they/them pronouns :)

Warnings: none except that MC takes off their shirt

Honestly Y/N was known to be one of the most laziest people on campus, so lazy that it even rivaled Leona! Which there has to be some form of intervention for them because it’s just getting out of hand. And while it benefitted in certain situations, such as annoying Grim to actually start moving his lazy ass around the house, or bullies leaving them alone since Y/N couldn’t bother to muster a reaction.

However they continued to skip P.E classes, and just all around not doing anything. So it came to a surprise that when they were called to Vargas’ office.

“Wait. Y/N where are you going?” Ace questioned, as their friend went with their backpack toward the door.

“I got an interview with Vargas for something. Watch Grim for me please, later” they replied relaxed. And while both Deuce and Ace questioned what their friend was going to be interviewed for, the pair just looked at each other, shrugged and went back to their schoolwork.

Once Y/N got to Vargas’ office, they sat on the chair on the other side of his desk. The student gazed at the sports paraphernalia on the walls, before Vargas started talking.

“Well Y/N, I bet you’re wondering why I called to talk to you?” He asked.

“Yup” the student said, keeping their answers short and concise.

“You tend to skip my classes a great amount, and while both you and Grim are enrolled as one student your lack of participation is dropping your grade,” Vargas said while standing up.

Y/N started to feel bad, sure they didn’t really care to participate but they didn’t want to inconvenience Grim.

“But, I will promise you one thing, I can feel the potential in you Y/N!” the man said excitedly, slightly spooking you. “As a man who is incredible person overflowing with talent,” Vargas started,

‘Wowee, pretty narcissistic’ you thought, but then you started to pay attention again.

“I can see greatness within others, it’s almost like my 6th sense. And I can feel it within you. Now all I ask of you Y/N, is that you participate in the Great Dodging Tournament try outs. And I will raise your grade” The older man offered, Vargas really believed in you.

And that really put a smile on your face, “You know what, I’ll do it.”

“Thanks kiddo!” the man boomed with a great smile on his face while ruffling your head.

I mean, if he’s this excited you can try for him.

~

It was tryouts, Deuce and Ace were a little apprehensive for Y/N to be participating. I mean the Great Dodging Tournament involves one person dodging great magical attacks from the opposite team, in order to get at least one of the balls from the other team. And while you didn’t technically need magical powers to compete, it certainly did help.

“Y/N L/N, you’re up!” It was their turn. Whispers broke out, everyone didn’t understand why they were even allowed to participate.

“Have you even seen them run?” Someone whispered.

The heat was rising despite it being the afternoon, “Damn, I’m getting hot” Y/N says and they start to strip, taking off their oversized shirt.

What came to a great surprise was their physique, incredibly ripped abs. Strong shoulders, back and arms now exposed to everyone.

They did absolutely fantastic for their tryouts, moving across the field with great speed, dodging every single attack and they were able to take 2 out of the 7 balls from the other team. Y/N was excellent, and absolute essential to the Great Dodging Tournament team. Every person was in great shock, they didn’t even break a sweat.

“Alrightie! Now where’s my snacks?” They said, sitting down on the bench.

Rook:

-Oh mon cherie, what have you been hiding from him? ~

-Rook had alot of information on almost everyone at the school, so this definitely came to a shock to him

-A strong advocate for keeping them shirtless all the time

-I mean Y/N lays around all the time, they might as well look good while doing it

-It's just him and Sebek arguing (well it's Sebek who is actually arguing) about what Y/N should do once they come back: Shirt or no shirt?

-He’s very impressed with their strengt and willpower to get that physique

-Very mischievously looks down at Y/N while they complete their audition

-Rook I love you but what are you planning-

Sebek:

-He goes bright red, and starts yelling at Y/N to put a shirt on

-”I-it’s inappropriate for you to be walking around like this! Do you humans not have any shame?!”

-”D-don’t come closer! I don’t want a hug from you!”

-W-what? How could he miss that this mere human held this much power?

-He was incredibly observant (or so he claimed)

-Sebek didn’t know weak, puny humans could possess that type of strength

-If Y/N as a non-magic user were able to obtain this level of power, you were a threat

-Definitely not intimidated by them (he lowkey is intimidated by them)

-While he’s still incredibly opposed to Y/N’s lazy behaviors, he has a newfound respect for them

-Later on he thinks about it more and is marching to their dorm inorder to force them into doing more powerful stuff

-”YOU COULD HAVE GREAT LEVELS OF POWER, JUST WORK YOU LAZY HUMAN!”

-” Naw man, but since you’re up can you get the tv remote? It’s pretty far.”

Idia:

-Of course this happens the one time he goes outside in person!

-Erupts into flames and has a bright ass blush

-Has Ortho calm down his flames with his built in fans

-Idia literally hides inside his hoodie so that no one could notice him

-But I mean it’s kinda hard since at this point he’s looks like a campfire but go off-

-He literally can’t look Y/N in the eyes omg

-Idia tries to talk to them but he just ends up spluttering

-He thought that Y/N had put their shirt back on so he takes his head out of his hoodie and NOPE they still have it off and the cycle of embarrassment repeats

-Idia manages to compliment Y/N, comparing them to a powerful anime character from a show he watched

-The man cannot look at Y/N the same anymore now that he knows what’s under all that baggy clothing

Jack:

-Jack definitely did not see this coming

-Can admit that he is a little flustered (Alot of people teased him since his tail started to wag at the sight of Y/N’s body

-He couldn’t imagine the Y/N he knows doing all of this activity, let alone dodging such powerful magic attacks with this much skill

-They’re a perfect candidate for the team and Jack grows really passionate about you wanting to pursue sports

-Has alot more respect for you

-He will drag Y/N to do a bunch of brutally, active shit with him since the whole “I’m too weak” jig is up

-”Jack pls no”

-”But when you were soaring through the air during Dodging tryouts I heard no complaints. Get your ass up, Y/N”

-While their P.E grade is saved, at what cost?

Azul:

-Azul thought that it was going to be a fun little attempt on Y/N’s part

-Were they joking? I mean he’s never seen them move a muscle for extracurricular activities like sports. Honestly-

-And oh dear oh it’s them shirtless

-Azul is so caught off guard

-He turns away so that Floyd and Jade don’t see his face, but those sneak boys know what’s going on

-”Boss you’re so red!”

-”Ooooh, are you flustered by shrimpy taking off their shirt~”!

-So that’s what you’ve been hiding under your clothing!

-He’s very impressed by your strength, Azul is wondering why you decided to hide it?

-Are you involved in shady business too? Hence why you’re laying low? (Sounds like projection but okay Azul-)

-He’s also thinking about getting you to sign some form of deal so that they can take advantage of your strength (Sorry Y/N)

[angrypotahto]

MY TWO CENTS ON RANBOOS LORE

-ranboo starts the stream in the panic room. how and why is he in that hell hole?? no clue.

just like how in dreams, you have no idea how you got there and don't really think about it eithe

( I missed the first few mins tho so)

- he dies from hitting the ground too hard, aka, he was falling. when you fall in a dream, it typically means a feeling of losing control, right??? does this further hint at the fact that he's losing the struggle for control against his unconscious self?? (especially with the more frequent sleepwalking and speaking ender)

- ranboo probably has been to the prison, cuz ur brain can't just recreate a place it's never seen

- in the last fight dream had against tommy and tubbo, he had a weird shield. and like,, it might just be me, but I'm pretty sure Dream rarely uses a shield in the smp and he def did not need a shield against those two anyways, yet he still used one and shows it quite clearly to Tommy's stream. PLUS the pattern on it can't be random, for practical uses a shield really could do without it, yet its still there. the design happens to reeeeally look like ranboos white part, with the pale grey stripe/crease, so there is def some sort of intentional foreshadowing there

-wtf is ranboo?? a hybrid? how would that even work in the mcu (minecraft universe lol) since different species can't mate? plot armor or creative freedom? idk. unless,, he was originally completely enderman, but smt corrupted him and mutated him, like a parasite, a dreamon, a mushroom/fungi maybe??

-the prisons first portal takes him to a blue forest biome, where endermen spawn. does that mean ranboo has more endermen characteristics than he knows?? and does that mean he could potentially teleport and even maybe does it regularly when unconscious (he did kinda disappear kinda instantaneously when Fundy and puffy caught him in endermen state, even if he did use the trident) ??? HE ALSO KINDA TELEPORTED A SHORT DISTANCE TO SAM IN THE STREAM, THOUGH IT PROBS WAS A BUG. AND IF HE CAN TELEPORT, THAN HE CAN GET IN THE PRISON. AND THAT WOULD BE HOW HE KNOWS HOW THE PRISON WORKS.

- following on that^. has ranboo been to dreams cell already??? cuz otherwise how would he know what the cell looks like?? ALSO, when bbh asked dream if anyone else had visited, Dream pauses for a noticeable amount of time, (but I could be digging way too deep, and dream does tend to make pauses a lot when he's trying to be angsty sort of)

-dreams voice in Ranboos head remembers Ranboos interactions with dream, so the voice really kind of is dream or at least the impersonification of dream in Ranboos head (I think at this point it's safe to assume he did do the bad stuff what with the disc and tnt, it's kinda hard to dismiss atp). the voice says that ranboo is probably the person to whom he's talked to the most, hinting that they're probably kind of close. dream caring for ranboo is also supported by the fact he covers for ranboos crimes in the last battle. ranboo is also one of the last person dream looks at before leaving for prison (tho this might be stretch), as if dream wanted to take one good last look at him before being locked away indeterminately. IF any of this is right, and ranboo is one if not THE person Dream is closest too, then the person Dream misses the most in prison could POTENTIALLY be Ranboo, and that would be the reason why dream became EXTREMELY DEFENSIVE when tommy asked, because he didn't want to expose Ranboo and cause him to get hunted down like an animal (We know it's probably not sapnap or George because if it was, it's not really smt he'd need to hide from tommy since it's not a big secret) (it could still be tommy he misses the most tho, this theory is also interesting and probably more plausible BUT LET ME DREAM ON).

- ranboos green eye is litterally exactly the same as dreams green. and if the eyes are the window to the soul...

-Dream, in the beginning, is super friendly towards Ranboo. but when Ranboo starts denying their interactions, Dream states that Ranboo is acting different than usual. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??? CUZ IF HE IS ONLY AND JUST THE VOICE, RANBOOS PANIC AND DENIAL TOWARDS IT IS NOTHING NEW. (Dreams behaviour also rather changes radically after that, a lot less seeing-an-old-friend vibe and a lot more Imma manipulate you till I drive you insane)

- at one point, ranboo was on tubbos stream and they start talking about dreamons, a little bit out of nowhere the way tubbo typically does. it might be actually nothing, but why bring up plot lore from such an early time in the smp?? especially with all the dreamon possession theories, it almost seems like they're throwing a bone our way. Ranboo also mentioned that they do drop hints smts casually and do semi-lore

-IF RANBOO IS POSSESSED BY A DREAMON, HIS IMMUNITY TO THE EGG WOULD MAKE SOMEWHAT MORE SENSE. SMT ELSE IS ALREADY "IN CONTROL" OF HIM

props to you if you read all that.

pls add on, I need more content and theories to decorticate

I might add more too later

[gothamcityneedsme]

I saw this bouncing around my dash and decided to fill it out myself for fun :)  I decided to not double-list any games, and I tried to mix up the companies I used too so that the list would be more unique.

Long post, so I’m doing a readmore for my longwinded part lol.

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Favorite Game: Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2: The Sith Lords - I could talk about this game forever.  How it tears apart the Star Wars universe from within, how it creates a compelling story while challenging the usual themes, etc.  I could talk for ages about the characters and how their motivations slot in place, and how this game lends itself to interpretation and analysis alongside roleplay.  It’s just a wonderful game, one I deeply love and will always love.  It’s a game that isn’t afraid to have you talk to other characters for twenty or thirty minutes at a time and honestly I’m always riveted at every line.  This game deserves the cult fanbase it has, but I think there’s a lot the fanbase misses in appreciating this game.  (Note...gameplay is a little janky and a community made mod restores a lot content that was cut before shipping-the game wasn’t properly finished).

Best Story:  Fallout New Vegas - It’s the setting that makes the story here, and all the moving pieces and factions alongside the main conflict really make this game stand out.  There’s so many little pieces to find along the way in the world and the way the main quest splits based on who you want in power feels important--and you are choosing a future for this whole region.

Favorite Art Style: The Witness - This game is peacefully wonderful with its visuals.  There are wonderful nature scenes and nests of wires and panels spreading in various parts of the island that are fascinating to look at.  The environment is half of the gameplay in most areas, so it’s important to look around even though exploration is not really the gameplay.  You find puzzles in the world, even in nature, and it’s fascinating.  The colors are bright and beautiful.  There is even a map in the middle of the island inside of a lake that helps you track your progress if you notice it (it isn’t like a normal ‘map’).

Favorite Soundtrack: Shin Megami Tensei IV - I love video game soundtracks, but SMTIV is something special.  The music booms in ways that make you really understand the atmosphere of the world, and there’s a great mix of different kinds of tracks for different places.  I love the tracks for the other worlds you enter, and the themes of the different routes are done so well.  Some of the music draws from past SMT games, but the remixes done for this game really are stunning to me, and there’s so many fantastic original tracks.

Hardest Game: I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream - I love this game but I literally never touch it without a walkthrough, which is why it gets to be the hardest game on the list, despite being a point and click adventure game lol.  Also just emotionally this game is challenging too, but I definitely mean this more in terms of getting a ‘perfect run’.

Funniest Game: The Stanley Parable - Trying to make this list has taught me that I don’t really play many ‘funny games’.  I don’t know if a game where multiple endings demand that you kill yourself should count as a ‘funniest game’, but it is also a game where the narrator tells you to stare at a fern and memorize its features, so....it counts.

Game I Like that is Hated: RWBY Grimm Eclipse - I’ve been playing this game since it was in early access and have loved it the whole time.  I find the gameplay soothing and fun, and I like playing the different characters.  It’s a game I play to chill out and just enjoy some fun battle mechanics.  It’s a fun game and I’ve spent over 100 hours in it, so I hope I like it, lol.

Game I Hate that is Liked:  Nier Automata - Neither this game’s gameplay or story impress me, and the fact that you have to replay basically the same stuff from a more boring-to-play-character’s pov in order to SEE all of the plot is a huge damper on the experience.  The story, to me, someone who engages with a lot of robot-focused fiction, is far from impressive or new, and it hardly engages with genre specifics at all, let alone in a new or interesting way.  I view this game as ‘a story with robots in it’ rather than ‘a story about robots’, which, to me, is a detriment.

Underrated: Nevermind - This game is amazing and very unheard of--and when it is heard of, it has been marketed incorrectly.  Nevermind seems like a horror game, and does market itself as one a bit, but it’s much more than that.  It’s more about trauma, recovery, therapy, etc.  This is a game that is so mindful about the topics it engages in that I am impressed by it every time.  It’s heavy with symbolism and character, despite lacking conversations or other similar game mechanics.  This is a lovely game that I really wish more people knew about-`p5-all of the patients are so interesting, and the focus on recovery and mental health is impressive.

Overrated:  Fire Emblem - I sort of mean this as the series as a whole really.  I have enjoyed the entries I have played somewhat, but I overall consider the series much less impressive than I was led to believe by others.  The gameplay especially is not impressive to me in any regard, even though I sometimes do find myself enjoying it.  The stories are alright, but many of them are weighed down by the gameplay and as a writer and person who likes to analyze writing, it’s very hard to do so when it isn’t able to fully exist under the chains the gameplay forces on it.  There are ways to mix gameplay and story well, Fire Emblem has not really done that in any of the entries I’ve played.  That being said, I don’t regret playing them, and I will occasionally replay, but I consider them mediocre games at best.

Best Voice Acting: Devil Survivor 2 - I love the voice acting in this game.  I feel like all the characters are really suited to their voices, and it’s really easy for me to visualize their voices.  They really bring the game to life and make both the dramatic and the funny scenes more enjoyable.

Worst Voice Acting: Jedi Knight Jedi Academy - I love this game, I really do, but some of the voice acting is janky.  Some of it is okay too--I think Kyle Katarn’s voice actor does fine, and some of the others I like NOW but hated when I was a kid, but the male protagonist voice in this game is just awful.  Which is bad when Jennifer Hale is the female voice actress lol.  His performance is passable though unless you’re playing darksided--the darksided ending to the game lacks all punch when you’re playing the male protagonist.

Favorite Male:  Battler Ushiromiya from Umineko no Naku Koro Ni - He’s the protagonist for most of the visual novels and I adore him utterly, especially once you move past episode 2.  He’s a wonderful character who I care about deeply.  I love his drive and how he fights--he’s someone who is easy to cheer for.  He matures well throughout the series and his character development is just wonderful.

Favorite Female:  Naoto Shirogane from Persona 4 - I really like how Naoto fits so well in the game, especially for being a final recruit--oftentimes the final recruit of Persona games (post 3) have a bit of a more difficult time feeling right with the group.  Naoto works really well though, and I love her struggles and story as well.  I think the difficulties she has concerning living as a woman in her field hit very deep to a problem that has existed for a very long time.

Favorite Protagonist: Connor of Daventry from King’s Quest 8 Mask of Eternity - I’m like, one of four fans of this character in the world, lol.  KQ8 is not a very well liked game and it does have a lot of issues, both with age and with how much of a departure it is from the series prior to it.  It’s strange to take a puzzle adventure game and make it a hybrid with what basically is a shooter, and it doesn’t really work.  Add to that the fact that you spend most of your time in the game without anyone around to talk to and it leads to this really polarizing and weird experience.  For me, Conner goes through what I would consider to be the ‘Ultimate Nightmare Scenario”.  Everyone in the world is turned to stone except him (and he survived out of mere chance) and so now it’s up to him, practically alone, to save the entire world.  There is no game lonelier than this.  I adore him for his bravery in the face of it, and how he just picks up to do what must be done because someone should do it, and if no one else can, then he will.  I also really love how he apologizes to people who are encased in stone while he takes money from their houses to help him on his journey.  I really do think he went back after the game was over and gave everyone heaps of gold to pay them back with interest lol.

Favorite Village:  Oakvale from Fable - The first Fable is the only one I really like, and it was one of the games I played when I was little, so the hometown in the game always meant a lot to me.  I like how you grow up there and how your tragic backstory is there--and then how you get to return to the town years later after you’ve come into your own, and you can see it completely rebuilt.  I like to spend a lot of my time in this town, just wandering around it and playing the minigames.  Even though I have a house in every town, Oakvale is where my hero calls home.

Most Hated Character:  Merril from Dragon Age 2 - I don’t really want to lay into how I feel about Merril, but what I will say is that it was suggested to me that I totally ignore her when playing, and I did so.  I only met her for her quest, dropped her off in town, and literally never spoke to her or interacted for the rest of the game.  I had a much better experience for it, honestly.  She appeared after I made my choice in the end of the game, which felt weird since I hadn’t spoken to her in several ingame years, but other than that, the game was totally fine without her.  I sort of just wish you could kill characters in DA2 the way you can in DAO, then I’d just do that, tbh.  It doesn’t suit very many (or any) of the characters I rp in DA2 to keep her around or support her in any way.

First Game I Played: Mixed up Mother Goose Deluxe - I’m not actually sure if this is the FIRST game I’ve ever played or not, but it’s one of the first I played alone as a kid.  I really loved it--this is probably what created my love for point and click adventures, and the game was very silly and fun.

Favorite Company: Bioware - I’ve always been a sucker for Bioware games, ever since Knights of the Old Republic 1 was my favorite childhood game.  I love how they do stories and party members, and while I’m not a fan of all of their games, I really love what they’ve made and their style of storytelling and character driven plot.  Even though sometimes their stories get cliche, I think the suit video games well and most of my early gaming was within their games.

Hated Company: EA - Bioware truly only started to go to shit after the EA acquisition, so I fucking hate EA.   I know Bioware had issues before EA too, but I definitely don’t think EA has helped the situation whatsoever.

Depressing Game: The Beginner’s Guide - I relate to this game as a creator and a writer, and it affects me deeply because of the story it tells and the questions it raises.  It makes me reflect on how I think of myself as a creator, and it reminds me of friendships I used to have.

Creepy Game:  The Path - God, I love this game.  It’s just aimlessly wandering around and finding symbolic scenery and watching your current character comment on it.  Then, you go off to find your girl’s wolf, and each one is different and unique to her, and you watch it ‘kill’ her--and facing her wolf is the only way each girl can truly mature.  Whenever you get to grandmother’s house, the camera switches to first person, and your eyes keep closing, so you can only see while clicking to move.  It forces you to keep moving so that you can see, but since you are moving, you only get to see things somewhat vaguely.  It’s got a great atmosphere, and I love the symbolic storytelling.

Happy Game: Eastshade - This game is so sweet.  There’s some drama around to with many of the quests, but I like this as an rpg without combat, and I think this would be a really good kids game.  There’s a lot to see and explore, and the game was made to be really pretty so that you want to paint several aspects of it.  It’s really lovely to just wander around in this game and bike around the area, painting anything that suits your fancy.  As long as you don’t finish the main quest, you’re free to wander, and materials do respawn, so you essentially can infinitely paint once you get far enough.

Favorite Ending: Virtue’s Last Reward - I love the questions this game asks and where the ending goes.  It thematically ties together--the whole reason the game itself exists is to get the attention of a ‘higher being’--the player, essentially.  I love how it plays with that concept, and even though the final game in the series doesn’t entirely pick this idea up where this game left it, standalone this game is stunning in how it comes together.

[yanderetua]

Stucky X Reader

Req by: @marvel-fics3000

Read prompt 3, smt prompt 14, virg read, escape, punnish, imagine, dub-con

You miss your things

Your bed

Your clothes

Your soap

Now that you’re here it’s all theirs

Their bed

Their clothes

Their soap

You know they love you, They show it often, with soft touches here and there. Picking fuzz off one of their jackets that you would bundle yourself up in. Sometimes they would go further and kiss your head or press their hands against your arm. Despite the situation you still feel safe. They protect you, though they take it quite far, they haven’t let you leave the house since you got here, two and a half years. But to make up for it they made an indoor greenhouse, made of thick wire screening and glass as thick as your fist. You could feel the sun, smell the plants. It was good, but not the same. 

You stand in the greenhouse staring at the ceiling. Bucky and Steve check on you occasionally, slowly becoming more and more worried as you stand there hour after hour.

“Doll?” you barely shift your attention away from the glass dome above you “What’re you lookin at?” Bucky gently rests his hand on your shoulder “There’s a bird.” you whisper “I want to be a bird.” he steps in front of you, trying to shake you from this strange daze “Why’s that doll?” you finally look away, eyes cloudy, not fully focused “Could be free.” you mumble, turning and walking out of the room, leaving a heartbroken Bucky behind.

The next day you act like nothing happened, back to your bubbly and happy self, darting around the kitchen baking a batch of brownie cookies. Bucky had told Steve about the whole ordeal so they both follow you around for the day to keep an eye on you.

It takes a week before you slip into the daze again, this time you stand in front of the kitchen window while clutching a whisk “What do you see this time honeybun?” Steve asks, trying to stay calm. You don’t respond until he steps closer “A rabbit.” he nods silently “He has a friend, they’re playing tag.” Steve follows your gaze, scanning the empty yard “Alright, why are you watching them? You can just watch Discovery Channel.” you nod “Yeah, I’ll do that.” you turn from the window and shuffle towards the couch, staring at the blank screen.

The boy’s worry only skyrockets as you start to slip into the strange daze almost daily. They discuss a solution and the only thing that seems likely to work would be letting you go outside. So they do, on a good day, when you’re fully coherent they open the back door and lead you outside. You sob, collapsing on you knee’s and raking your fingers through the freshly mown grass. Steve has to leave, his heart shattering at the sight. Bucky leaves soon after, watching you closely from the kitchen. Until Steve walks in, tears caking his cheeks “What did we do to her? We broke her.” He shudders and covers his face, Bucky sighs and steps away from the window to hug the emotional man in front of him “It’s okay darling, We’ll fix this.” A gentle kiss is pressed against Steve’s cheek and they share watery smiles “Let’s go bring her in for supper.” Steve says and wipes his face. They turn to the window, trying to catch sight of you.

Fear breaks through your haze and you turn in a circle, trees tower over you, trapping you in a bark prison. The fear fades as you immediately slip back into a disoriented mindset, swaying back and forth slowly.

It takes the boys four hours to find you, by then the sun had long set, causing the temperature to drop and your lips to turn blue. Steve sees you first, screaming your name and running towards you, Shaking you gently to try and get you to snap out of it. You don’t. Bucky has to pick you up and sling you across his shoulder and run home. They strip you down and wrap you in a heated blanket while Steve strips down to his boxers, The serum making him run warmer than normal so he wraps his arms around you and drags another blanket over you both. They lay there for a half an hour before you move, eyes still cloudy as you drag your palm down his chest “Want you ‘n Buck.” Steve stills his heart pounding “Wh-what? Honeyb-” He inhales sharply as your hand slips below the waistband of his boxers. Bucky opens the bedroom door holding a space heater “Buck, Baby, Please help!” Steve jerks sharply as your hand wraps around his length “Stevie,” You mumble and snuggle closer “Want Buck too.” You nuzzle your face into Steve neck as you slide your hand up and down his length “Holy fuck, is she?” Bucky can’t finnish his sentence and Steve nods “Fuck!” his hips jerk as your thumb swipes his tip “Ya’know if we do this we’ll be closer, she won’t wanna leave, Right Steve? She’ll feel what we feel…” Bucky stares at the tiny girl in bed next to the blond man “But Buck, She’s all wonky, she can’t consent.” Bucky doesn’t acknowledge the blond’s words “Y/N? Kitten?” You tilt your head back and look up at him, lids half closed, eyes bleary and unfocused “Do you want me ‘n Stevie to make you feel good?” you nod slowly. He grins at Steve “See? She wants it,” Buckys eyes go wild, almost matching your unfocused gaze “She wants to be with us.” Bucky slides his shirt and pants off and crawls over the bed and settles on the other side of you “Can I touch you baby?” He whispers softly, the primal urge to finally claim you after all this time. You nod, a ditzy smile spreading across your face as Bucky’s hand trails across your body and sliding your underwear down your thighs “Gonna mark you up real pretty doll, make sure you know that your ours.” He slips a finger inside you, gently prodding at your opening as he lets out a husky moan “Fuck Stevie, our girl is soaked.” Steve gasps again as you whimper and tighten your grip on his cock “Want you inside.” Your words slur together when Bucky slides in another finger “Both of us?” You nod, eyelids fluttering closed “You sure you can handle that?” Steve asks softly, concerned. You grin and nod yet again “Gonna be real gentle.” he mumbles and eases a finger into your second hole causing you to jerk a bit “Relax doll, gonna take care of you, make you feel good.” your hand stills against Steves cock as Bucky adds another finger, trying to make it easier to enter you.

It only takes a few moments for you to loosen up enough for Bucky to feel comfortable sliding his cock inside you. “Stevie, You ready?” The brown haired male asks his second lover, the blond hesitates until you whine, needy and squirming “Please Stevie.” your head tips back as Bucky slowly slides in, Steve following suit. Your chest heaves, the fullness of having both of them inside you makes you tighten around them “Oh fuck!” Bucky yelps and immediately starts thrusting into you, making your back arch against Steve’s chest “Darling, holy…” Steve grips your waist, something snapping in him, something about being buried hilt deep inside you makes him go feral. Bucky grins, watching as Steve pounds into you, no hesitation or guilt in either of their minds. Moving in tandem, perfectly paced, as one slides in, the other out, making sure to keep at least one of them is sheathed inside of you. You fade in and out of consciousness as they rip orgasm after orgasm out of you. Steve lets out a throaty moan as he comes undone, filling you with his seed, Bucky dipping his head down to bite your throat and pumping you full as well. 

The next morning you slip out of their arms and rush to the bathroom, It wasn’t hard to figure out what happened, blood and semen caking your thighs. You vomit into the toilet, sobbing as you collapse in the shower, scrubbing your skin raw. “Doll?” you freeze, tears trickling down your face. He slides the curtain open, his eyes flickering across your body, fixating on the dried blood that you were trying to scrub off “Fuck.” He turns around, shouting for Steve. You continue grinding the loofa against your thigh, trying to ignore the angry, hushed whispers outside the bathroom.

“Darling?” Steve gently grabs your hand, ceasing your rough actions “It hurts.” you murmur, tears building up again “I’m so sorry.” Steve stares down at you “I didn’t know you were a virgin.” He whispers “But now, we’re connected,” He locks eyes with you, he looked unhinged, feral.

“Now you really belong to us baby.” He grins and presses a kiss to your forehead “And soon, you’ll get a swollen and you’ll never be able to leave,” You freeze “You’ll be such a good mother.” Bucky whispers from behind Steve, trance-like they slip into the tub with you, effectively trapping you between them. Forever.

I hope you liked it! I’m sorry it took so long to post lol!

Do not reblog without my consent. 

[shhhlikeme]

Nin’s Matchup!

(SFW + NSFW)

Matchup Profile: Sfw+nsfw matchup pretty pls! (1/5) Name: Nin>Female>5’4>Film & sfx/theatrical makeup freelancer>V athletic in MS-HS: ballet, was in volley ball, soccer &Basketball teams>Miss my prime days>Scared to start workout again b/c I’ll get lightheaded>If sum1 helps push me through initial fear, I’ll keep growing from there> Likes chilling in ballet stretch poses>paints, photographs&draws as hobby>draws a pic a day (mostly portraits)>writing a comic atm >Always plan contingencies.🦄

(2/5) >embarrassed of my loud laugh(it’s like Kuroo’s)>introvert>not afraid to lead a team tho> V shy & quiet most times>8/10 times, feels awk in public,like idk what i’m saying, but others told me I seem social>Once I’m comfy w/ u, i joke a lot(occasional mum jokes 2 annoy+Sassy dirty ones w/ S/O)>hides behind ppl who likes 2 talk, but not when they’re 2 loud>laughs @ mistakes/when embarrassed>Will stop mistreatment, even if I get in trouble>values communication&genuine discussions🦄

(3/5) Sings when home alone>competes @ Street Fighter tournaments, trains everyday 4 it>Sings “Hit Me W/ Your Best Shot” when fighting bosses in game&swears melodically when i lose>eats chips w/ chopsticks >make hats out of my cat fur when bored>Workahokic night🦉>likes 2 teach >full convos w/ my 🐱>LIVES in oversized hoodies & flip flops, regardless of weather>no pants@home!>Feels incompetent sometimes, but keep practicing 2 improve>Analytical fast learner>idk why ppl think i look innocent🦄

(4/5)>Forgets 2 speak eng when tired (Thai 1st lang.)>Headrubs 4 s/o every night b4 bed>will miss u but is bad@texting>yelps like puppy when I’m surprised>Unconventionally resourceful: Wire hangers’s fixes everything! >stress bakes & will gets pouty if it didn’t turn out well.>overwhelmed to water my 50+ 🌱 >Doodles on smt (always have a pen on me)when i feel socially anxious> 2 dance sober @ clubs> Wants a stable relationship where we work tgt like a team to bring out the best in one another🦄

(5/5) I like a s/o who is lovable, kind, genuine, mature, independent and caring, but can also joke & be silly with like best friends. NSFW: open 2 try new things>❤️restraints, blindfolds & sensual tickle sex (as lee+ler) but had always been too shy to share it with any1>occasionally self conscious of food baby+stretchmarks>🥰edging/teasing >has a thing 4 height differences (likes to feel smol lol!) & primal play.>Is a switch. I’m so sorry if it’s too much info! Thank you for doing this!🦄

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A/N: HI LOVE @crushzone !!!! I SMILE WHEN I SEE YOU IN MY NOTIFS GIRL I WORKED HARD ON YOURS OF COURSE💖 But no matter whaaaat I’m going to be very authentic in my matchups bc they’re based on compatibility and therefore, without further ado, lemme introduce you to your NEW BAE:

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KŌTARŌ BOKUTO 🦉

SFW:

so you’re a theatrical makeup artist.

Aight.

Mind if I offer you a word of advice? :

RUN

“DUDE THAT’S AMAZING IT LOOKS SO SICK!”

Startled by someone’s loud booming voice, you smudged the eyeliner you were applying to your actor’s face all over their forehead. Whipping around to see who had disrupted your work you were faced with a beautiful black and grey haired owl. A rather tall... and very attractive ‘beautiful black and grey haired owl.’

He started walking around the dressing room like he owned the place, touching everything.

“Excuse me, you don’t have a badge. You can’t be backstage—!”

“Pretty obvious don’t you think, Miss ________?”

You didn’t take his bait, refusing to give this stranger your name. Bokuto shrugged.

“Well since I don’t know your name I shall label thee—Miss HOT GIRL of the 9 Kingdoms!” He nudged the knight actor who was sitting in your makeup chair with his elbow. “Did I sound 15th century ish or what??” The owl turned to you expecting to be praised. “I had to meet the person who made the medieval vampire look so scary in the last act. But that guy with the lights didn’t tell me anything about you being so hot.”

You were speechless because he was hot too

But he shouldn’t be back here so you tried to shoo him out anyway

He allowed you to try to shove him out but he was way bigger than you so nice try sis

When he yawned while you panted because you weren’t able to budge him an inch....

Bokuto wagered that he would leave if you agreed to make him look like the Hulk with your makeup skills for a Halloween party he had to go to

You didn’t really want to because you were a professional and you had no idea who this owl was but because you had 15 minutes until the second act and you needed peace and quiet if you were going to finish your job!!! ....

( This boy was not peace NOR quiet )

You agreed.... but because you answered so fast Bokuto kicked it up one notch

Prince of pushing his luck (king is reserved for Shōyo‘s extra ass)

He pretended to allow you to push him out of the makeup room a few steps but before you closed the door he stuck his foot between the door so it couldn’t close.

Smiling, he peered back in, looking down at you:

“AND...... you have to agree to go on a date with me. Tomorrow night?”

“Ugh FINE!”

Bo removed his foot and let himself out with a bounce in his step.

SERIOUSLY WHO LET THIS MAN BACKSTAGE......

Needless to say, after a few dates, mans won you over like he wins EVERYONE over

It surprised you how comfortable you became with him but he just has that affect on people

***

In terms of your athletic relationship Bokuto does many things:

He pushes you to go to the gym with him for one

He signs the two of you up for impromptu Beginner 30-day challenges that you both must stick to

So every morning for 30-days straight he jumps on you in bed to wake you up:

“NIN BABY TIME TO HIT THE GYM. BABY NIN TIME TO GET IN SOME SEXY GYM SHORTS. MON BÉBÉ NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNN—“

“Kōtarō, please shut up.”

he doesn’t

He drags you there and eventually you get back into the swing of things.. killing it in the weight room with your supportive man cheering on your every rep!

You don’t even need him to wake you up during the second challenge!

Your volleyball player boyfriend also signs you up (without permission) for the neighborhood soccer team that Akaashi’s girlfriend is already on

You hated it at first because it was uncomfortable going back after not playing for so long but you soon realized that all the girls there were ex-athletes too and not stars

You formed amazing new girl friendships (especially with Akaashi’s gf) and double dates with them were one of your favourite nights of the week!

You owed that happiness in your life all to your Owl 🦉🥰

He and Akaashi came to every soccer game y’all had and you and the three of you went to all of Bokuto’s games, obviously

Btw you all were FITTTTTT OML

***

In addition...

You already know that your man finds your artistic talents insanely fascinating

On your first anniversary together Bokuto gifted you with a new paint set and new French stand:

Because he admires you Bokuto also tries to draw and paint seriously just like you

You stand over his shoulder and give him corrections and baby owl learns so fast it’s amazing

You two make ‘paint night’ a thing when you move in together and it’s always the most fun event!!!!

Bokuto CONSTANTLY and I mean CONSTANTLY asks for you to add him to the comic you’re writing but you say no because he wouldn’t fit in

He sulks but one day you surprise him by showing him that you drew a cute soaring black and gray owl in the background of almost every outdoor scene in your comic,

you pointed out that it was him

BOKUTOOOO WAS SOOOOO HAPPY

HE WAS SHOUTING FROM THE ROOFTOPS

He called Akaashi right away and almost cried tears of joy hahahahaha

***

Your contingent based lifestyle has saved your reckless boyfriend’s life and career many-a-times

It’s one of the things he loves most about you.

Also, it is important to mention that he is in LOVE with your laugh

Bby owl does anything to hear it and showers your face with kisses when you laugh to draw it out

He loves you so freaking much

When you don’t make sense and speak gibberish in public because your awkward side randomly comes out......your boyfriend loves to make fun of you:

“Huh? Nin, that wasn’t Japanese, that wasn’t Thai and that definitely wasn’t English. What planet is my adorable baby girl from, again? And how do I return her in exchange for a floating space car instead?!”

suh cute

All of Bokuto’s teammates really like you because you work in conjunction with Akaashi which means you actually have the magic ability to get Bokuto out of emo mode even faster than his best friend 🤯🤯🤯

When he’s at an away game in emo mode his teammates will literally FaceTime you and point their phone in his general direction

“Hey, Kōtarō!!!! Look, Nin’s on the phoneeee!”

Bby owl turns around slowly when he was sulking in the corner and when he sees you on the screen he’s running and jumping on whoever is holding your phone.”

“Kōtarō baby. You’re going to stop this emo mode right now. If not I won’t let you paint me nude like we discussed.”

mans was like: 😨😨😨😨🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

YEP the next second you see him hitting his best practice spikes and his teammate thanks you profusely

You do this several times until Kōtarō just knows to not go into emo mode anymore because you won’t be happy

A year into his professional volleyball career The Black Jackal’s coach sent a surprise fruit bouquet to your work one time:

With a note that read:

To Nin,

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Love,

The Team

***

I know you don’t really like people who are considered “too loud” and Bokuto is like...... “MEGA LOUD 🎙 “ but you and Akaashi work together to quiet your boy down as he gets older

He’s perfect

And you love him

***

OKAY THIS IS THE FUNNIEST day THING:

You know how you like standing up for people (even strangers) and stuff?

Well one day, you and Bokuto get caught on a show called WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

Where the two of you cussed out this cat-abusing actor on the show in a convincing scenario!

It was PRICELESS

Bokuto literally tells everyone that y’all are movie stars because of it 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

***

More in the relationship:

Bo is always singing with you 💞 when y’all make breakfast it becomes a national sport to sing at the top of your lungs!!

And when he sees you eat chips with chopsticks he’s pulling a Hinata “🤩🤩🤩” face .

He begs you to teach him how

So you try

......and try

..................and try

He can’t do it bruv 😞

You see bby Owl’s emo mode return for the first time in like a year when the chip shatters between his sticks again

This time, you have to enlist Akaashi as the FaceTime saviour and Keiji just tells him:

“Bokuto. You should prefer eating chips with your hands anyway. It gets to your mouth faster.”

cue Bo’s 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 face

........And all is well again

There’s more:

So you’re a workaholic?

Bokuto is fine with that. He just makes you promise that he gets to take you out on your lunch breaks a few times a week or whenever he can

He’s so sweet and your coworkers are BIG jealous of your relationship

Your man BEGSSSSS you to teach him Thai but you find it too hard so when he’s travelling on a long flight he spends the time learning the language on YouTube (and actually get decent at it) so that he can understand you when you’re sleepy😴🥺💕

When Bokuto surprises you by wishing you goodnight in Thai before he falls asleep (while you’re giving him head rubs), your heart explodes BECAUSE why is he the cutest thing in the world ?!?!?!

RELATIONSHIP COMMUNICATION:

You don’t text/you’re bad at texting? That’s fine, mainly because bby owl is so busy with volleyball anyway, but if you don’t text him back when he is feeling needy the boy will call you 20 times in a row

When you finally pick up, your heart is beating like thinking it’s an emergency

But he will answer saying:

“Oh, no emergency. I just want booty pics. Please, Nin babyyyyy?”

you’re like: 😑

ANOTHER CUTE THING YOUR MAN DOES?????

AIGHT:

It’s cringey but.......

When you’re at work all day doing makeup and he’s home he will send you pics throughout the day of him taking care of your plants like they are y’alls newborn children:

His text:

Baby look!!! Ollie the Orchid grew to 7 inches today!!! Yesterday he was 6.8 inches!!!!! They grow up so fast 😭😭😭”

Your reply:

Not quite as long as your dick, Bo

His reply:

I hate when you get me horny when I’m trying to take care of the kiiiids 😭😭😭😭

Dkm

Of all the factors you look for in a man, Bokuto has all of them

Like I said he becomes much more mature when you and Akaashi are his closest compadres

What people don’t know is that Kōtarō is actually very mature he is just a hardcore optomist (besides emo mode lmao) so people often mistake him as immature or dumb

But He’s far from it and you see that everyday

It’s why you fell for him

When dealing with serious issues that life has to handle, you see a different side of Bokuto, a real side, the side he shows in every tough volleyball game when he makes you metaphorically step behind him so he can deal with any problem that comes your way

He would literally withstand all your battles if that meant you’d remain happy forever

We stan a relationship like yours💞

NSFW:

okay so you know how you chill in ballet 🩰 stretches sometimes?

THAT DRIVES KŌTARŌ WILD.

It turns him on so much and he is constantly testing how flexible you are in the bedroom

When you keep meeting his expectations he is POUNDING you cause he is so turned on

He fucking loves it

It also turns him on when you’ll be acting shy and stuff but then randomly you’ll lead your neighbourhood soccer team like a BAD BITCH

When he sees that he’s already asking Akaashi how long until the game ends because he’s horny:

Akaashi deadpans. “Too much information. And the game just started 3 minutes ago. Get a water and calm yourself.”

Bo is sad but it makes for one hell of a I’m-proud-of-you sexscape when you get home from your game!!

Your dirty jokes also turn Bokuto on.

A lot.

A lot a lot:

“Bo.....I was joking.”

“I know but if I hear the word ‘dick’ coming out of your mouth I automatically think of you blowing me so now I want us to go home.” He whines.

You sigh. He’s lucky he’s so fucking hot.

When you’re playing street fighter every night this boy will not leave you alone until you cockwarm him

“Nin can you pleaseeeeee warm my cock while you train? I miss you.”

Your concentration turns him on so he has to ask nicely 😊

You love his dick so of course you oblige

Bby owl is so happy just sitting there being in your company and in your warmth but sometimes or every time he ends up thrusting into you

Sometimes while he’s giving you deep slow thrusts he orders you to keep playing or he won’t get you off

Damn 🤤

Let’s not forget also that you drive your man wild by walking around the house in hoodies all the time and nothing else

Every day, another hoodie will be found in various RANDOM places in the house because Bo flings it off you before he makes love to you wherever, and they go missing

Finally, when you get all sad and pouty because one of your baker trials goes to shit (ruined chocolate brownies this time, boo 💔), your boyfriend is taking your hand gently in an instant, leading you to the bedroom:

“Don’t be sad my beautiful girl, you know how much I hate seeing you sad. It makes me sad.! Here, come in the room and sit on my face—I promise I’ll make you feel better.”

WELL DAMN—😳💦

Maybe you should screw up brownie recipes more often.

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A/N: do you know the show what would you do??? Watch it on YouTube if you haven’t haha I couldn’t stop thinking about you and Bokuto being on it after reading your matchup profile!!!! I hope you liked it bb! Give me all your reactions, I want all the smoke 💞💞💞

[harley-quinnn]

Not My Daddy

Joker x  Reader 

Prompt from @lady-of-lies: Well harley, I'm feeling for a x teen!reader (14-15) were she picks the jokers interest (being a master pick-pocket/gymnast or smt) since she has no one else to look after her joker kind of takes her in? Maybe something with the reader wanting to make a name for herself and joker helping her with all she needs to know? And maybe rewarding her with her very first tattoo or hair dye etc? You can make it into separate fics if you want! Have fun! And oh harley? Go crazy!!!

{A/N} I hope you like it! This gave me such “The Professional” vibes and I loved it! If you haven’t seen it, definitely watch it! I will probably add to this as a series of one shots once I get my other requests finished! <3 xo Harley

Warnings: Murder, violence, violence toward a minor for like 3 seconds, kidnapping (sort of?), tattooing of minor, guns. While there isn’t any real suggestive speaking, I left it kind of open to your own interpretation. 

I sat on the stoop of my apartment building. My parents were nowhere to be found as usual, and I had nothing else to do today. Even if I did, I probably wouldn’t do it, anyway. I took a lazy haul off of the cigarette I bummed from an older kid in apartment 48B with no thought other than needing to get the hell out of the place I was at.

My eyes landed on the usual sights before me, cars driving by, people and kids walking with either no direction or a very important place to be. I might’ve been young, but I was cynical. You don’t grow up in the lifestyle I did without knowing the darker side of life.

The cherry at the end of my smoke lit up bright orange as inhaled, but just beyond that, a man in a dark purple trench coat with bright green hair and pale white skin caught my eye. He was barking orders at another man in a suit. I rolled my eyes. What a sight to see. But I recognized him, and I recognized him immediately. The man in the suit had been to my apartment on more than one occasion, waving around a gun and reminding my dad about the money he owed him. I didn’t care enough to pay attention to the rest. When they walked up to the steps of my building, they both looked down at me with different expressions on their faces. The man in the suit cocked a brow. The man with the ice cold stare wore a blood red smile. My skin crawled at the sight. He was terrifying, but still, something about him interested me. I saw a lot of abnormal shit every day, but he was not something I saw every day.

“What do you creeps want?” I asked, rather unbothered.

“You’re {Y/N}, aren’t you?” The man in the suit inquired right back. “J, this is his kid.”

“Oh, now, now, Frost, we don’t ask our payment questions, do we? No, no, no, no… No, money talks all on its own..” The man in the trench coat seemed to purr before snapping his head to look in Frost’s direction “Grab her.”

“Hey! What fuckin’ gives?!” I dropped my cigarette and fought, trying to push back against the man who was now dragging me into my apartment building and up the stairs.

“He’s not home! I don’t even know where he is, but you won’t find him.”

“Shut up, kid,” Frost rasped, almost pulling my arm out of the socket as we reached the 3rd floor.

“Your daddy’s been making some bad business deals.. Now he gets to reap what he sows, and I get to take something of his…”

“He’s not my daddy,” I spat, rolling my eyes as I was being thrust through my front door. “He’s just the sperm donor that got me here.”

They got a good laugh out of that, but I was serious as a heart attack. My dad was swine. They always said a girl could only trust her dad, but I couldn’t even do that. All he ever did was put us in danger. As I evaluated my situation.. Well, case and point. I wasn’t scared, nothing scared me anymore. But I wasn’t prepared to be held for ransom, I had other stuff to do, like hang out with my friends. My dad didn’t have the money he was looking for, I knew this because I overheard him drunkenly screaming at my mom about it just last night before she packed a bag and left.

They walked through my apartment guns blazing, shooting into rooms aimlessly and tearing holes into the already shabby furniture, all the while toting me along with them.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are….” The man in the trench coat cooed, the grin on his face never faltering as he approached my parents room.

Frost kicked the door open, firing another shot into the open air. There was no stirring, but they pushed onward.

“Maybe he isn’t here, boss,” Frost said, furrowing his brow and loosening his grip on me.

“I told you, he left this morning!” I griped, only to be met with a chilling slap to the cheek from Frost.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t used to the abuse already from my own parents, but it didn’t make the sudden contact any less painful as I placed a hand to my temple. These people were strangers, and I was still a stupid punching bag.

“Don’t be silly,” the other man said, making his way to the closet.

He turned to face us, his hand to reach the sliding door. He extended each finger agonizingly slow, placing it against the wood. When his palm was flush with the door, he began to pull it open. There he was, my trembling, pathetic father.

“I knew we’d meet again,” the grinning man said, feigning a sad expression next for just a split second.

“Joker, man, I don’t… I don’t have your money!” My dad cried, sounding far too frightened than even I expected.

It was then that I realized exactly who these people were. The Joker and his right hand, Jonny Frost. I’d read about them in the paper and heard about them on the streets. The darker side of me admired them. While they were criminals, they seemed to take out all the other bad guys in their way, too.

“Blah.. blah… blah…. Bullshit. I gave you two extra days, {Y/L/N}. And you, took advantage of my kind spirit..”

“Please,” my dad begged as The Joker pulled him out of the closet. “One more day, one more! Then it’s all yours, the money is all yours.”

“Ah…. Hmm…” The Joker seemed to ponder his offer before grinning wide. “No dice. Frost, do me the honor..”

And with that, my dad’s brain painted the wall behind him. I was in shock at the sight, though not exactly hurt. I suddenly wished I had the cigarette they knocked out of my hand earlier.

“I thought we were gonna take the kid for the money,” Frost complained.

“I needed more fun than that, more.. More adrenaline!” He roared, throwing the last word out as though it were the most fun he’d ever had, and Frost only sighed and shook his head.

Typical yes-man behavior, I assumed.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” The Joker asked me next, turning around and stepping closer.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I retorted, wincing slightly at the sight behind him again.

“Oh! Feisty... Tell me... are you good for anything?” The Joker asked again.

I thought about what he was saying. Surely he wasn’t trying to take advantage of me, but I had no idea what else he would have meant. After a moment, another thought popped into my head, and since I suddenly found myself completely alone in the world, I thought I’d try my luck at something I’d wanted for a while.

I picked another cigarette from the inside of my combat boot, popping it between my lips and lighting it with a lighter that was laying on my parents bed.

“I can pick locks, pick pockets, lie well and I’ve been in gymnastics since I was five.”

The Joker lifted his non existent brows in a mixture of surprise and being impressed, his blue eyes shifting to Frost’s.

“Oh, and I suppose you think I’ll need a master.. pick pocket,” he spat before bubbling with the same twisted laughter he was known for and quickly settling down again. “I have no use for you.”

I tilted my head, my eyes on his gaze for a moment as I tried to formulate my next response. I didn’t want to be tied down from one shit family to another, and now, he was my only shot at some kind of consistency- whether that was criminal or not. I always wanted to be something more… Being tied to these people would provide me that. Maybe I’d see myself on the news one day.

“The least you could do is bring me with you. You just shot my dad in cold blood,” I said matter of factly, taking a drag off of my cigarette like some kind of adult. “Besides, people would trust me. I’m an innocent face. No one knows who I am. They’d all recognize either of you two, I’m sure.” I looked The Joker up and down.

There was no missing him. Everything about him could be picked out of a crowd. He was unique, and while I liked that, I used it to my advantage in this situation.

“She’s got a point, boss,” Frost mused.

“Of course I do. I don’t talk for my health,” I replied.

The Joker laughed, a hearty laugh that I hadn’t yet heard out of him. I knew then that I had him truly impressed.

“I can’t ignore someone who’s not afraid to talk back to Mister Frost here…” he drew out, eyeing me carefully as my eyes drifted back to my father slumped over on the floor.

“Let’s go,” was all he said, and I was being swept back under Frosts grip and dragged out of my apartment. I stumbled back down the stairs and to the middle of the sidewalk, in plain view of anyone who may have passed by.

“Show me what you got,” The Joker demanded placing a gun into my hand, his eyes shifting around the street before disappearing with Frost to an alleyway behind me.

Sure, I could’ve run. I could’ve run for my life and found something better. I could’ve turned around and shot them both and saved the city from their horrid antics. But being a prospect to none other than The Joker was a little exciting, and lord knows my life hadn’t had any of that in a long time. I was young, but I was already as good as messed up.

Instead, I tossed my cigarette and shrugged my shoulders a few times as I placed the gun under the waistband of my skirt and let my hair out of the messy bun it was in. I tousled it a few times as a man approached me in passing, pulling his phone from his pocket.

“Hey, ‘scuse me, mister,” I called out innocently, and he turned around. “I was trying to find the grocery store and got lost, do you think you can give me directions to 4th?”

He deemed me harmless and nodded, making his way back toward me and pulling up the directions on the iPhone’s screen. I peeked at the alley, seeing them both lingering with their eyes dead set on my every move.

As the man began to explain, I gingerly slipped my hand into his pocket.

“Uh-huh.. Oh, so when I get to Park, I have to go where?” I asked again, quickly but carefully grabbing his wallet and shoving it into my sleeve.

“Oh, so I don’t turn left here?” I asked again, pointing with my other hand as I reached back into his other pocket, pulling out what felt like a pack of cigarettes and a small box.

When I was done, I stepped back, giving my best pageant girl grin and batting my eyelashes.

“Gee, thanks mister. I would’ve been terribly lost otherwise,” I expressed gratefully.

“No problem, kid,” he said, turning back and walking away again.

“Oh, hey! By the way!” I called out to him again.

The moment the man turned around, I pulled out the gun and shot him dead between the eyes.

“Those were the wrong directions, jackass.”

I shoved the gun back onto my hip, and calmly walked back into the alley way. After a few moments, people began to swarm the scene before us. We all watched, not a word said between any of us. I pulled out my findings, examining his wallet, clad with three hundred dollars, a driver's license and some credit cards. The pack of cigarettes wasn’t my brand but I’d smoke anything at this point, and then the box. I opened the tiny box slowly, revealing the biggest carat diamond I’d ever seen in my life. My face lit up in awe, and I gasped softly. Before I knew it, The Joker ripped it from my hand, and shoved it into his pocket.

“He won’t be needing that anymore.. Looks like {Y/N} here let him off the hook!”

“That was mine!” I whispered loudly.

“Not anymore,” he said sternly, and I sighed and leaned against the brick wall. A few more moments passed in silence as the police rolled up to the scene before us.

“You’re in,” was all Frost said, and without another word from either of them, I was being dragged down the alley and into an SUV.

The ride was quiet, too, and once we arrived I was being, once again, dragged into a large warehouse.

“Seriously, I’m not going anywhere, I don’t know why you need to keep dragging me along.”

“We’re not exactly the trusting type, sweet cheeks,” Frost said as he pulled out a chair and pushed me down in it, grabbing my wrist and cuffing me to the nearby table.

“Cool…” I said, looking down at my wrist in annoyance.

When it was certain I was going nowhere, The Joker turned around, giving me a large smile and turning his cheek just slightly.

“Whoop-de-doo… You’re not entirely useless!” He roared again. “But I highly doubt you’re trained enough to be a killer… beginners luck.”

He cracked his neck, a sensual look on his features as though it felt a little too good.

“I’ve watched my dad gun people down and wrap them up in rugs for years. Guess it just transferred.”

I heard Frost chuckle from the corner of the room, and The Joker’s eyes immediately shot to him, shutting him up entirely.

“After a little.. training, I’m sure you could be better..” he trailed off, getting lost in thought.

“What’s in it for me?” I asked, my cuff rattling against the leg of the table.

He eyed me, completely silent. Something told me he wanted to let me under his skin, if even just a little, but he didn’t know how. I didn’t expect one of the highest profile criminals to have a heart, anyway.

“What do you want?” He growled.

I never wanted much. In fact, I didn’t expect him to even ask. I had nothing.

“I like tattoos. And hair dye. And cigarettes.”

He laughed, drawing out each “ha” as though it were all just too much.

“Fine… Training starts in an hour… Do good, and we’ll see. Do bad… and I won’t have any reason to keep you around.”

His voice was dark and gravely, the gruffness not something I was used to. He grabbed a black jacket from another chair and walked toward a door that led deeper into the warehouse.

“Watch her,” was all he said to Frost in the open air as he disappeared.

After a while of radio silence, Frost finally spoke.

“So you weren’t exactly mommy and daddy’s favorite, were you? I bet you gave them a hell of a time.”

“My dad wanted a boy. My mom didn’t want me at all.”

“Poor thing,” he said sarcastically, snorting at what would be anyone else’s misfortune.

“It doesn’t bug me. It taught me to be self sufficient early. Kids my age, they can hardly wipe their own asses.”

He snorted again, shaking his head.

“You really got a twisted way of seeing shit, kid.”

“Isn’t that why you guys gave me a shot?” I asked incredulously before the familiar slow laugh rang through the large, empty room as The Joker appeared again.

“Clever, clever, clever….”

“Are you finally gonna uncuff me?” I asked.

“When I need to, I will,” he said sternly, nodding to Frost, who immediately moved to uncuff me from the table.

When he was done, I rubbed my wrist, a slight frown on my lips. He simply smiled.

“If you’re going to be anything out here in this city, you’re going to need a cleaner getaway than shooting a man and high tailing it into an alley…”

And with that, he turned around, gesturing for me to follow him.

As we walked, he explained to me that it was better to vanish than to hide just feet away from the scene of the crime, unless it was still in the early stages where no one knew who I was. He explained various weapons, what he liked them for and how to use them. And once we reached our destination deeper within the warehouse, I saw a collection of things that looked like they belonged to a woman. There were shoes and jewelry, hats and jackets. Everything was red and blue or red and black, and most everything was surrounded by some kind of weapon.

I immediately scanned through everything visible, sizing up what I could steal for my own without him noticing. I’d always had a thing for the shiny and the expensive. Once he turned his back on me, I quickly and quietly got to work. He went on about the proper way to kill a man with nothing more than a joke and a few mind games, and I snuck around the room, taking everything I wanted and could hide on my person.

I found my place just before he turned around, my lips curving into a smile to match his as I pretended to agree with everything he said. A silence hung in the air before he sat down in a large chair and cracked his knuckles.

“The choker, the bracelets, the credit card, the diamond necklace and the engagement ring from my pocket. You’re going to have to be stealthier than that, sweetheart,” he grinned, his tone like a sweet venom as he opened his hand to take back the things I’d stolen.

I rolled my eyes. Of course he knew. I was too predictable, but with his help, I knew I’d be as wonderfully unpredictable as the best of them. I emptied my boots and pockets into his hand. It wasn’t until I placed the switchblade and the white gun into his slender, tattooed fingers that his entire expression changed.

“Well, well, well… We have a true violent streak after all, don’t we? You took those without my realizing..”

“So what’s my prize?” I asked, my hands on my hips.

He eyed me, clearly uncertain of what I was after. Then, there was a glint in his eye.

“How’s about a tattoo, {Y/N}?”

I couldn’t contain the childish excitement that forced its way to the forefront of my features.

“Yes! Finally!”

He didn’t make another sound. Instead, he stood from the chair and moved to a table in the corner.

“You know,” I said, letting my guard down a little. “I always kinda thought you were cool.”

I walked up beside him cautiously, running my finger over the dusty table. He seemed to tense up, though he didn’t speak a word.

“I wanted to do what you do. Rob banks and kill people. Mostly just the bad ones, though.”

“Didn’t your daddy ever tell you not to do bad things?” He asked sarcastically, pulling little pots of ink from a drawer, along with a tattoo gun that looked like it had seen better days.

The side of the tattoo gun, had “H+J” etched into it. I wondered who H was as I scoffed at his question.

“He’s not my daddy... But you could be better than him to me,” I paused, briefly unsure of what I even meant. “My father was a piece of shit. But you.. you’re cooler. More fearless. You get what you want. When you want it. How you want it.”

My eyes absorbed his expression, noticing something change in his face for just a split second after I spoke. I didn’t have to be an adult to know whatever I said had struck something in him.

“Sit down…” He rasped, pointing to a chair beside him that seemed to have been painted in blood at one point.

I did as I was told. I moved the chair to sit down across from him, bearing my wrist and pushing my bracelets up further along with my jacket sleeve.

“What can I do for ya…?” He inquired only, his eyes wide with insanity, and his ruby grin even wider.

Something in me wanted to pay tribute to my new found freedom, even if I found it under the command of a new face. I wanted to pay homage to him, for helping me escape what I considered to be a hell hole. Even though he held up a wall between letting me in as his protege completely, unsure of just how to handle someone so young who packed such a punch, I didn’t care.

“I want the card suits. You know, spade, diamond, club-“

“Heart,” he finished for me, his voice gruff. “I know the deal.”

He flashed his knuckles in my direction, wiggling his fingers slowly; each knuckle bearing the same thing I’d just asked for. I gave a tight-lipped smile, nodding once. I had no idea what kind of pain I was going to be in for, but I knew at this point, nothing could phase me.

The needle hitting my skin, leaving little black lines, was exhilarating. It was such a burning, blissful pain that I wasn’t even sure how to handle it. I watched as he worked away, drawing each suit just as I asked. I scrunched my nose a few times, chewed on my lower lip even more, the pain enough to get me to cringe. But once it was over, he wiped away my blood and leaned back in his chair.

I looked at my wrist, happy with my new permanent dedication to my new life. It seemed so perfect; it felt so fitting. Small traces of blood seeped to the surface of each jet black pattern in my skin, and I couldn’t have been happier. There was no concealing the grin I wore as my eyes met his. He opened his arms wide before placing them behind his head slowly.

“Don’t say I never gave ya anything….”

[anflowcrat]

Thoughts on Persona 5 and Comparisons to the Previous Two Games [Spoilers for P3-P5]

Remember this image? God I miss it.

I initially planned this to be a much bigger project but what happened was that thing I do where I play a video game to 90% completion and then for no reason just stop happened again so I didn’t actually finish this game until recently. 

For presentation I cannot fault P5. It has arguably one of if not the absolute best presentation out of any video game to this date. It feels like every single interaction, whether it’s simply gallivanting through the menu or through the dungeons, was met with a great deal of time and care until they managed to squeeze out every bit of style they could possibly manage.Though I’m not a big fan of the black and red color scheme (I much prefer the black and blue of P3) I still appreciate that they committed so hard to said color scheme.

I don’t find myself listening to Persona 5′s soundtrack on its own much like I do with the previous entries but that’s not really a good metric for a soundtrack. First and foremost a soundtrack should elevate the piece its accompanying before worrying about whether or not it stands on its own. And for that there’s no worry for Persona 5. My favorite being the track that plays once you enter a palace after sending out a calling card (Life Will Change); it never fails to hype me up for the inevitable showdown for whichever asshole I was dealing with that month. 

My one complaint with the soundtrack has less to do with the tracks themselves but moreso a gameplay choice. When you enter “Hold-Up” the track stops right in its... tracks, and it completely kills any form of momentum you had while playing. You just knocked down everyone, you’re going for an all-out attack, the track should be fucking blasting if anything at this point, but instead you get blue-balled. I understand why they did it, the track for “Hold-Up” is much more fitting when you’re planning to talk to the demons but I would have gladly just taken the regular song if it meant I got to keep my momentum (you’ll be using all-out attacks much more often than talk anyway)

Gameplay is definitely a step-up from P4. My biggest complaint in regards to P4′s gameplay was that they removed the different physical types without adding anything else, it just felt like an unnecessary change that only served to make a simply combat system even simpler. But P5 adds guns, psy, and nuke which are all welcome. Psy and nuke give status effects more attention which I love because I enjoy actually utilizing status effect abilities in my jrpgs, and guns are nice too because I tend to enjoy physical attacks more than magic. I also love the addition of baton pass as it gives you the impression that these guys are actually a team rather than a group of people each fighting individually side-by-side which is always nice.

The dungeons moving away from procedural generation is great even though most of these dungeons are incredibly simplistic. I think the only one that really stood out to me was the first palace (which is one of my biggest complaints about P5, it starts out very strong but the rest of the game never reaches that level again), in terms of themeing (theming? I just realized this isn’t an actual word, I’m going to use it anyway) and level design it’s the undisputed best in the game and it gives me hope that future games will have more dungeons similar to this one. I’m willing to give P5 a pass on the other dungeons because it’s their first go at this and it’s not like it’s bad, only not excellent.

The social link system and the fusion system are virtually the same far as I can tell which is fine, if it aint broke don’t reinvent the toaster as the saying goes. 

So far, from everything I’ve said, Persona 5 is looking very good. Almost has the makings of being my favorite Shin Megami Tensei game. Unfortunately, there’s one aspect I tend to place a lot of value in these games, and that would be the narrative.

I want to get this out of the way first: P5′s narrative is not bad. It is however, very lukewarm. I certainly was never offended throughout the entire course of the game but I was also never once moved in a positive manner. I couldn’t think of a single moment that managed to pull a significant emotional from me the entire game. Oh there was one, it was that bit where they were unveiling how they managed to fool Akechi. Yeah, they managed to pull “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me” out of me during that scene, so I guess that’s something.

This was something present in Persona 4 as well. However, in Persona 4 I could at least tell that this was a vision they were going for: “Hey, you know how SMT is kind of a bummer? What is we make it not that?” and that’s fine. Persona 4 took a lot of safe choices for the sake of this vision, that vision isn’t really for me, but that’s alright not everything has to be. I take issue with P5 however because if I wanted more of the same, I’d have played the same. 

It’s not like P4 was completely devoid of any genuine heartache. I certainly felt something when Nanako was hospitalized (if you didn’t, you’re a monster) and also during the ending when the cast was saying goodbye to Yu (that’s a pun). The cast of P5 undergo a similar scenario towards the end but instead executed in the most lukewarm way possible. They just all take a ride on the car. 

Now excuse me while I go suck on P3′s dick for a good minute.

I can’t illustrate how lacking P5 is on a narrative vision and just on an ability to pull an emotion out from the audience without comparing it to P3.

For starters, compare the awakening scenes:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6SgC9-Ez3I

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4iMO-1eiWk

Ok, maybe I’m being a little unfair here. The Persona 3 awakening scene is one of the best cutscenes in video game history and maybe I’m expecting a little bit too much for a future persona game to match it but it’s not just about that. It’s about taking risks, it’s about displaying any sort of artistic vision at all. Look at how safe Persona 5 plays it, it couldn’t have been directed more straightforwardly if they tried. Then look at how Persona 3 make use of color, of camera angles, framing, motion, music, cuts, other film buzzwords. Even if this style isn’t your cup of tea, surely you can appreciate that it is at the very least A STYLE.

Alright, but whatever. Games aint movies, fuck it, just because Persona 5 plays it safe in the cutscene department doesn’t mean that it has a lukewarm narrative. You would be right, so let’s talk about what is undoubtedly the most important part of a Persona narrative: the characters (it’s in the fucking name aight, it is the most important part and there’s no arguments about it)

There’s no form of character drama here that even comes close to Persona 3. Yeah, I’m not done sucking P3 dick yet. The biggest form (note that it is the biggest by default) of drama that happens within the cast of P5 involves a cat throwing a temper tantrum because the loud one called it useless even though prior to this the cat has been a fucking asshole to the loud one for the entire game. Forgive me if I wasn’t the least bit intrigued.

This was essentially my problem with how Persona 4 handled its characterization and it carried over to P5. Both games seemed to compartmentalize the bulk majority of the characters’ development within their recruitment arcs. Which is absolutely nuts to me. Usually if a character finishes their story, they leave the narrative, not begin their participation in it. Yes, there are exceptions, One Piece for example does something similar to P4 and P5 but the difference is that One Piece is about the adventure while Persona should be about the characters. 

P5 is a little better about this than P4, as there are hints of character development throughout the game, particularly the prison scene towards the end, whereas P4 practically had nothing (though that matters less because the bulk of P4′s character drama came from Dojima, Nanako, and Adachi. Of course that does beg the question: why isn’t the game about Dojima, Nanako, and Adachi. That’s a story for another time, i came here to suck P3 dick.)

Don’t even bring up the fucking social links man. The social links are nice supplements but they’re ultimately bogged down by the fact that they can’t change the characters too much because then they would have to act completely different in the main narrative. Social links are also hindered by the fact that it’s limited to interactions with the main character, which means you can’t have character drama with other existing characters through those means.

P3 handles it right. The recruitment of these characters are often light on story (with the exception of Fuuka) but this means that these characters can grow as the story goes on (with the exception of Fuuka). Is it not more satisfying to watch Junpei grow into a fucking man throughout the course of the game? Watching Yukari and Mitsuru finally get over their fucking catfight? Aigis finding her humanity? And of course, if you’ve played Persona 3, you should already know. Again, maybe it’s unfair to expect P5 to deliver something as great as the Amada/Akihiko/Shinji fiasco, but I just want them to fucking try. Again, the one event in P5 that deviated from the safe, that dared to risk, involves a self-conscious cat and a dude with a loud mouth. What am I supposed to get out of that except think “cat should really get over himself” or “dude needs to shut the fuck up ya?” 

and you know, compare that to this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxPVF24zy4I

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6f4n3joJVM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdXhfi_7KII

I know that I’m being harsh on P5 here, but I do mean what I said, it’s not bad. There’s definitely parts of it that I like, particularly I like that the protagonists are Chaos for a change. But I just can’t help but be disappointed. I liked Akechi, even though he was nowhere near as good as Adachi. I liked the Igor twist (genius that they would use the voice the voice actor’s death to their advantage) but overall I couldn’t help but be disappointed with the narrative. I remember when they first teased this title, with this picture:

And I thought, “all right, persona is dark again” and I was heavily expecting it to go back to its roots narrative-wise, and instead they just kind of did Persona 4 again but worse. I’ve kind of given up on expecting that for future installments now, this is what sells for them so I can’t really fault them for continuing to make it. I’ll still play it, there’s tons of things I liked in Persona 5, the narrative just wasn’t one of them. I dunno, maybe they’ll surprise me one day. 

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Of Character Analysis and Comparison For the Detective

Because someone put Bad Ending 1 on Youtube, creating early discourse on the Youtube comments, so I’m like ‘screw it, i’m posting this right now and it still has some parts unpolished since I used (and lost) multiple translations’!

Major Ass Spoilers for Persona 5 (and Persona 1, Persona 2, Persona 3, Persona 4, and believe or not, Shin Megami Tensei If)

Recipe: Goro Akechi (Akechi Goro)

Ingredients: Reiji Kido from Persona 1, Jun Kurosu (Kashihara) from Persona 2 (Innocent Sin variation), expired sugar, expired maple syrup, whipped cream, cherries. Substitutes can be Ken Amada from Persona 3 and honey. *squints*  Oh, and Tohru Adachi from Persona 4 and Ideo Hazama from SMT ...if can be used as substitutes as well.

Steps:

1. Pre-heat oven to 300 degrees Fahrenheit. Turn it off soon afterwards.

2. Get about 2 cup of Reiji Kido, and put it in a large bowl. Specifically, 1 cup for containing Reiji’s backstory as a bastard child* to a rich man who ditched his lover because he can, and another cup for Reiji’s terrible lust for revenge via killing his father (or Takahisa Kandori in Reiji’s case, his half brother since their father is dead in P1 proper, so go after the next best thing). NOTE: UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD THE LOVER (aka the mother) BE ALIVE FOR GORO. IN FACT, GORO’S MOTHER SHOULD RUINED HER HEALTH AND DIE DUE TO THE ABANDONMENT SHE GOT FROM HER LOVER (and general idea of being stuck with a child).

3. Get three tablespoons of being an orphan and pretty much suffering as a youngster because well, it’s not Little Orphan Annie.**

4. Stir the mixture together until it you can’t tell the two ingredients apart, and make sure he is alone for about 48 hours in the fridge so Goro can get a sense of resentment to others, desire to be love, and the will to do anything to get his ‘justice’ on his asshole father. You can leave it in the fridge a little longer than that (49 hours is best). He needs to be bitter and alone. Like, super bitter and alone. Like, so super bitter and alone he doesn’t think clearly and be like ‘hm, it seems I can’t find another way to deal with him because it’s not like I have friends or family to keep me on the straight path’.

5. Add one and half cup of sifted Jun Kurosu. It doesn’t have to be sifted, but Goro is supposed to look more fluffy due to his hairstyle. This cup should contain Jun’s status as a villain (or antagonist, whatever you think is the better term***), foil for the protagonist of the leading game (Joker/Akira in Goro’s case), terrible crimes they did (er, terrible actions for Jun as JOKER I guess since he didn’t kill anyone, only making them empty husks), and being helped (more like being unintentionally manipulated) by a god. NOTE: UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD JUN KASHIHARA FROM ETERNAL PUNISHMENT SHOULD BE ADDED SINCE THAT’S THE RESULT OF A RESET CREATED BY THE INNOCENT SIN CAST AND FRANKLY, GORO ISN’T ALLOW A RESET (as far as we know).

6. Stir the mixture again until it looks like pancake batter. When that happens, adds half cup expired sugar and three tablespoons of expired maple syrup to make sure the sweetness is the right amount of awkward (Goro has a soft spot underneath his issues and flaws and will show it to one person, but will not admit it because when confronted with it, well, he’s super bitter and alone). Stir again until mixture looks like a sweet sweet mess. If you don’t have maple syrup, honey is acceptable.

7. Pour mixture into cake pan. No, the cake pan shouldn’t have parchment paper inside it. Bang the pan onto the table (or counter, or where you’re making this at) to make sure there are no air bubbles.

8. Turn back on the oven until it reaches 300 degrees Fahrenheit again. Place the cake pan into the oven. Let it bake until it looks like it’s a fluffy burnt pancake because someone was supposed to check on it, and instead, managed to make him their personal yet expandable supernatural hitman (dad little’s villain is more like it...but isn’t that more of a female villain trait?).

9. After letting it cool for an hour, decorated with whipped cream and cherries. Take one slice from it, and eat it while trying to figure out your feelings. Once that is done, try to take another slice. You see that the cake has vanish.

If you don’t have Reiji Kido, you can use one cup Ken Amada (containing terrible lust of revenge via killing), but you got to put six tablespoons of being an orphan and pretty much suffering as a youngster. Also, make sure the mixture is in place into the fridge again for 52 hours so the mixture has more time to think about everything it can do dealing with his asshole father.

If you don’t have Jun Kurosu, you can use one and half cup of sifted Ideo Hazama (status as villain, even more bitterness at others around him, the mother not being in life-granted, Hazama mother just ditched him and took his sister away-,and strange vagueness for their fate like did  you and your sister actually just vanish forever) and three TEASPOONS (not tablespoons, TEASPOONS) of Tohru Adachi (foil to protagonist/got powers by goddess, job occupation, and terrible actions). UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD YOU ADD ANYMORE THAN THAT (they don’t really have the same motives, and well, Adachi isn’t MIA and has a solid conclusion).

If you don’t have Reiji Kido or Jun Kurosu... well, use the measurements for the substitutes, but put it in the microwave before baking.

So yeah, that’s Goro Akechi (Akechi Goro)! He has lots of issues (like jc you ought to have therapy and legit question, does Japan has good therapy because if they don’t is that why he fell through the crack?), and while a victim of unfortunate circumstances in society, you little shit you’re also a perpetrator as well by making things worse like were you thinking clearly (answer: no). If your dead body was shown on screen, then I say you earn your redemption equal death. Sadly, you’re MIA for potential spinoffs.

Man, maybe I should make a recipeh for something else, like prompto^.

  \(oWO)/

*People either forget or don’t realize that bastard children in Japan and other Asia countries are treated worse than the West since over there, family's image and prestige holds a lot of weight (hell, if you seen any J-Drama or K-Drama that has bastard kids or implied bastard kids, you know they get treated like dirt). Sure, bastard kids aren’t consider a good thing anywhere in the world, but in Japan and other countries, like it’s the end of the world cause it can metaphorically destroy lives, and in Goro case, made his own mother kill herself from the shame and abandonment (Goro’s ultimate plan was to help his father get to the top of his political career before spilling the beans to the world, forcing Shidou to kiss his career goodbye). Hell, Goro is like, the Anti-Reiji since Reiji got lucky his mother decided to bear the storm and raise him, because I swear, Reiji could have turn out like Goro (re: might have killed more than just Kandori) if she wasn’t alive (she does ask P1 Hero/Naoya to befriend Reiji, and frankly, if Goro had friends before/during his revenge plan, they could have been like ‘don’t do the thing’...then again Kandori does die due to the P1 cast so maybe they would have help him with the thing?).

**I had three other articles about this, but I didn’t bookmark them. I’m sorry. You can type ‘Japan foster system’, and you can see some of the problems it has. It’s somewhat of a ‘blink and miss’ conversation with Goro in the game as it’s brought up once in his Co-Op/Confidant, but knowing some context explain (not excuse) why Goro did his revenge plan and not do anything else

***Oh boy. Let’s admit it, Jun did wanted revenge at his friends due to ‘Maya’s death’ when they were kids, and pretty much was villain/antagonist for 2/3 of the game. Yes, he was manipulated and incorrectly remember, but he was still a villain/antagonist and didn’t realize the truth until they beat the crap out of him and became so horrified with what he done, becomes the atoner. Goro is like the anti-Jun in this regard since Goro was only close to Joker/Akira and at best ‘hello...you’ with the others, and well, not MIA/dead. If Cognitive!Goro didn’t interrupt, it was obvious Goro was going to take the PT offer of re-joining them to take Shidou along side them (before he goes to jail because there’s no way he going to get away scott free). Even before Goro’s death, they admit they know how he feels and tried to comforts (er, cheer up?) Goro after he admits his life is just a bunch of bad choices (re: being envious of them having friends and fame of being heroes while he was going to get the short end if his plan work) and pretty much craps on himself (re: couldn’t be special, tells the PT it’s better to kill him so he couldn’t get in their way and tells them they should had killed him when given the chance right before he dies on them anyway). Hell, even after Goro’s death, in a group chat, despite the mix feelings, mourn him and feel bad for him (Yusuke pointing out he could have been just like Goro if he didn’t have the others stands out the most imo as it drives home the point that despite everything, he was like them) and fully put Shidou as the culprit to everyone’s problems when they confronted him about everything, from his crimes to the treatment of his own kid (logic behind this: Goro was the killer, but Shidou was the murderer as he planned it all).

^release the forbidden robbie daymond interview atlus because i swear to f*cking god i’m going to make more shitty ffxv jokes, not just relating to goro