#TONIGHT (tonight) TONIGHT (tonight) TONIGHT (tonight) cuz tonight's the night amirite

[lusalemaart]

Just another normal sketch/study. Still nothing weird about it.

[mindninjax]

Cold as Ice

Prohero!Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, Make Up sex, Car sex, A little angst cuz they arguing

WC: 2.1k

A/n: This came to me while I was driving home from a friend's house and I came home and feverishly wrote it all out. It's unedited to fully match the manic energy I had when writing it and also because fuck it amirite?

You’re as cold as ice.

The radio plays loudly in the car as you speed down the dark highway, eyes forward and focused on the road ahead. Your jaw is clenched, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and your fists tighten on the steering wheel as you drive. The air is cold despite the heat being on full blast in the car, but your silence and icy demeanor is enough to bring a chill to anyone.

That is anyone other than your husband, who is next to you steaming in the passenger seat. He leans against the window away from you, a fist balled up and resting under his chin as he gazes at the cars and dark trees that speed by.

He huffs a loud annoyed breath out, passive aggressively trying to let you know he is in fact upset with you and you pointedly place your hand on the knob of the volume button to turn it up and drown out his noise. You exaggerate each movement making sure he knows exactly what you’re doing, as if he couldn’t pick up on it.

Your husband, Katsuki Bakugo, is known for his temper, being set off by the tiniest things in his youth and he’s never been able to fully grow out of that persona as he became a famous pro hero. But it has nothing on the absolute terror that is your cold calculating anger. It’s true, you don’t get angry at him much, but when you do, even Katsuki will admit it is terrifying. He usually is quick to solve the problem, wanting only to see you smile again or at the very least allow him to touch you again.

Tonight is a different story.

Tonight he stews in his anger, letting the scene that caused this little spat to start, plague his mind. Your hand on that damn Half and Half Bastard’s arm, you hugging him and smiling at him, you spending most of your night talking to him even though Katsuki was right fucking there. Yes he gets that Todoroki is your childhood best friend, but did you have to talk about how the two of you used to play like you were married when you were 5?

He glances over at you, watching your fists tighten even more on the steering wheel and the dial on the speedometer climb drastically. He knows pushing your buttons will only make the situation worse and he knows if he does you’ll get ruthless, say something you will surely regret and so will he, but the consequences don’t set in fast enough for him so he reaches for the volume dial to turn it down and grunt at you.

“Slow the fuck down before you kill us.”

You don’t turn your head, you don’t even blink, completely unphased by his statement you reach for the dial, putting it between your thumb and index finger and spit back at him with a voice full of venom, “Shut the fuck up Katsuki. I know what I’m doing,” before turning the volume back up.

Oh cursing and using his full name. You’re really pissed. Katsuki shrugs internally, so what? He’s that pissed too. What did all those people think when you’d told that story about you and Todoroki being kids. He knows what they thought, that Katsuki Bakugo, the number 2 hero, couldn’t even keep his wife happy enough not to want to fuck her best friend. Or at least entertain the idea of marrying her childhood best friend.

Why couldn’t you understand how that made him feel? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He’s told you that so many times. Can’t you see how devastating it would be for him to see you in some other man’s arms? Especially Todoroki’s.

He will admit he probably shouldn’t have lost his cool in front of the 30 other people at the party. He’d embarrassed you for sure and ruined the birthday toast you were in the middle of when his little outburst took place. The two of you had had to leave early from the party and now here you sit, angrily driving home, not speaking.

“Really? Well you could’ve fucking fooled me. You’re 15 over the speed limit. You’d think being married to a pro hero, you’d know the law better,” he says turning the volume down again.

“I would’ve thought being married to a pro hero would mean that he would act like a goddamn adult instead of a jealous idiotic child, so I guess we’re both fucking fools.”

Still no glance from you, but your words are biting, clipped and meant to sting with every syllable and it succeeds. You’re good at that. He narrows his eyes at you, anger building up inside him as you turn a corner sharply.

“I was acting like a child?!? You were hanging all over another man all night tonight like you were his fucking fangirl or something! You were the one reliving childhood memories! What, you wanna go back to being a child so you can fantasize about being in love with him again? Fine! But I ain’t just gonna sit and watch you do that shit!” He’s yelling now, fully enraged and ready to let out the bubbling emotion he’s been sitting on the entire car ride.

You’re almost back home now and for the first time since the two of you entered the car, you turn your angry gaze upon him. You’re stopped at a stop sign a few blocks from your home.

“Are you fucking kidding me Katsuki? We were kids! Shoto is my best friend, that’s never changed. It’s always been a fact. And you’re jealous of a story I told about us pretending to be married when we were five?”

A car beeps their horn behind you as you speed away toward your house. Katsuki is glaring at you, honing in on your use of the word “jealous”. As if he would ever be jealous of fucking Icy Hot. He’s about to give a rebuttal but you beat him to the punch, raising your voice and commanding his attention.

“What do I have to do Katsuki? What the fuck else do I need to do to show you how much I love you? Tell me! If I need to suck your dick right here right now to help you understand how much I love you, I’ll do it! Everything I do, I do for you and for us! We are married, Katsuki! Til death do us part! How fucking dare you ever insinuate that I would break that bond and that promise I made to you?!”

There are hot tears running down your cheeks as you scream at him. As you finish your rant you pull into the driveway, put the car in park and turn to face him. He watches you in shock, his face is almost mortified. In the few years the two of you have been married he has never once been the reason you cried. He reaches a hand out to stroke your cheek but you jerk out of his reach.

He takes a deep breath trying to calm himself before he reaches out again, ignoring your wince away from him again. He grabs your face and brings it close to his to look into your eyes.

His eyes burn into yours and he takes another deep breath before saying, “I know how much you love me ok? I know how amazing of a woman you are and it always scares the shit out of me because… I know you could have anyone. I...I’m sorry Princess.”

“I don’t want ‘anyone’ Katsu. I want you. That’s why I married you. I’m sorry if the story made you uncomfortable and if it did that’s something you should've talked to me about when it was just us and we could’ve worked to figure it out together,” you say sniffling and trying to pull out of his grip again.

He doesn’t let you move, only keeps your face close to his and wipes your tears from your cheeks.

“I know. I’m sorry. I don’t ever want to insult you like that again, and I never want to be the reason you cry like this either. I love you.”

He says this seriously looking to your eyes as if to promise you, make it a vow. He kisses you then, his lips melting against yours as you lean more into the kiss and give in to your husbands intoxicating flavor.

He puts a large hand behind your head pushing you into his mouth and plunging his tongue into your open mouth. You moan into his mouth, biting his bottom lip as he softly growls against yours.

“Let me make it up to you baby, please” he says, grabbing your hips and pulling you out of the driver's seat and into his lap.

You move willingly hiking your leg up in your long tight dress to straddle him. You wrap your arms around his neck and he kisses down your jaw line nipping at the soft skin on your neck and running his tongue over your clavicles.

You’re both breathing heavily and the air in the car quickly turns steamy. You grind down on him moaning as you feel the tent in his pants grow. Your long fingernails rake through his soft thick hair and he grunts when you pull the hair at the nape of his neck to bring his lips back to yours.

His hands drop to your hips, pushing them down on him as he lifts his hips to grind up into you. His fingers clumsily find the hem of your dress to pull it up and expose your thick thighs. His fingers dig into them before snaking around to cup your ass and slap it gently. You purr, matching the sound of the quiet engine of the car you accidentally kept running.

“Katsu...please,” you plead against his lips as his fingers loop through the black lace thong you’re wearing under your sparkly red gown. Your hands move down his chest to unbutton the dress slack he’s wearing. His cock pops free the moment you’ve given it it’s freedom and he’s already leaking with precum.

Your hand grips him tightly, slowly moving down his shaft and he groans your name, laying his forehead against your chest. He’s able to lift you and pull your thong to the side, lining his thick cock head up with your entrance. You whimper as you feel him pull you down upon him, stretching you as your ass meets his thighs.

“Fuck… fuck princess you feel so good.”

Katsuki believes nothing in the entire world will ever feel better than your pussy gripping him, welcoming him and milking his cock dry. He fucks up into you, listening to your sweet moans as he picks up speed. Your nails dig into his back and you bite down into his shoulder.

Every thrust is so deep it feels like he’s in your stomach and it makes you quiver and clench around him. You bounce on his cock, letting your ass slap against his balls as you build up to your orgasm. The windows in the car have completely fogged up now and the only tell that the two of you are indulging in each other’s pleasure is the slight bounce of the car on it’s rims.

Katsuki’s pace quickens as you grind and draw circles with your hips on top of him. He pulls your face from the crook of his neck to look into your eyes again, wanting to see your face.

“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me this pretty pussy belongs to me,” he says grunting and matching his pace to each word.

You can barely speak as he plunges into you, hitting your g-spot every single time perfectly. But you open your eyes to look at him.

“I’m yours Katsu. This pussy is yours. All yours, no one else's!”

“Good girl,” he says before you both snap. You cry out holding him closely as he thrusts up into you once more and holds it there, flexing his thighs to keep himself embedded inside you and paint your womb white.

Your hand slaps against the glass of the window, making a dripping handprint as you clench and climax on your husband’s dick. You’re both catching your breath and placing small kisses on each other's necks when you hear two raps on the window and your neighbor’s voice worriedly asking if everything’s ok.

You giggle before raising your voice a bit to reassure her that everything’s fine. You’re sure you and Katsuki will be totally fine after this.

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Classic literature vine compilation: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, pt. 02

A/N: Here is the second part of the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde vine compilation! :D

Lady Summers: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of the items you have lost throughout your life.

Utterson: It WOULD be nice to get my sense of purpose back.

Lanyon: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.

Poole: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Jekyll: My will to live! I haven’t seen this in years!

Hyde: Mental stability, my old friend!

Lady Summers: Gentlemen, could you lighten up a little?

Jekyll, singing: This is the day, see it sparkle and shine-

Jekyll, singing: When all I've lived for, becomes mine!

Hyde: Lol, nope.

Lady Summers: Look at your glasses, gentlemen. Do you think, that they're half full or half empty?

Utterson: Half full.

Jekyll: Half empty.

Hyde: You haven't even touched it yet!

Lanyon: It's a glass of champagne.

Lady Summers: Well, I see a glass that's half full and half empty.

Lady Summers: And I think, that I should drink my champagne already.

Board of Govenors: Get murdered by Hyde one by one.

The whole city: OMG, SOME HYPOCRITICAL SICKOS GOT MURDERED HOW TERRIBLE!!! EVERYONE PANIC!!!

Me: Oh for fuck's sake, it's 1880s London, people get murdered every fucking hour!

Lady Summers: Being a telepath has its downsides.

Hyde: Like?

Lady Summers: You know, how I can control, when I look into other people's minds, but keep hearing their thoughts all the time, as if they were talking out loud?

Hyde: Uh, yeah?

Lady Summers:  Well, sometimes I hear things that literally no one wants to hear.

Hyde: Is that why you're so grumpy right now?

Lady Summers: You'd be grumpy too, if you had to listen to someone thinking about bedding their own mother.

Hyde: …

Lady Summers: Dammit, me and my big mouth.

Hyde: What? I don't have a mother.

Lady Summers: No, but hearing you think about your physical exploits with Dr. Jekyll isn't much better.

Lady Summers: I like to believe that I'm a tolerant, open-minded person.

Lady Summers: I'm very nice.

Lanyon: You punched a baron in the face and gave him a black eye, Milady.

Lady Summers: That twit made fun of your beautiful eyes. He clearly asked for it.

Lanyon: …  O///O

Lady Summers: I used to believe as a child, that insane asylums were places, where insane people were cured.

Lady Summers: *scowls* But then I realised that they're just suburbs of hell, where the patients are treated like criminals at best and animals at worst.

Jekyll: What happened?

Lady Summers: I saw one.

Lady Summers, a German noblewoman living in England in the 1880s: Since the relationship between Britain and Germany is beginning to get complicated, people keep asking me, where my loyalties lie.

Lady Summers: They lie with my home country.

Lady Summers: And it's not Germany.

Lady Summers: Doctor Jekyll, what are you doing?

Jekyll: Monologuing.

Lady Summers: …

Lady Summers: Doctor, that's not how you confront the person who ruined your life.

Lady Summers: And I'm not referring to Mr. Hyde here.

Jekyll: …

Jekyll: Is this … chamomile tea?!

Lady Summers: Yes. Now stop sulking, chamomile tea is healthy for your digestion.

Jekyll: I know that! I'm a doctor, Milady!

Lady Summers: Why are you not drinking, then?

Jekyll: Chamomile tea is disgusting!

Lady Summers: …

Lady Summers: I swear, I'm talking to a five-year-old.

Lady Summers: I try to be as British as possible.

*something is out of place*

Lady Summers: WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT MOVING THE FURNITURE IN MY HOUSE??? AND WHERE ARE MY FOUNTAIN PENS?!?!

The butler: She's trying.

Jekyll, Utterson & Lanyon: …

Jekyll, singing: The world has gone insane!

Hyde: Nah, sweetheart, it's just you.

Hyde: I'm very generous! What about that one time I gave blood?

Utterson, suspiciously: Whose blood?

Hyde: *shrugs* Some guy's. 

Jekyll: I've had about enough of your sarcasm.

Hyde: Just about? So you could have some more, if you wanted through it.

Jekyll: That's exactly what I'm talking about.

Lady Summers: I, uh, I stayed up way too late.

Lanyon: Why don't you stay awake all day and then go to bed, like, at nine tonight.

Lady Summers: That's a risky fucking move.

Lanyon: Do it anyway.

Lady Summers: I'm gonna do it anyway.

Jekyll: Hastie, why am I so ugly?

Lanyon: You're not. Literally every single person you know has told you that you're good-looking.

Jekyll: Yeah, but they're just saying that, because they feel bad for me.

Lanyon: Feel bad for you?! No, no.

Lanyon: Well, most of us find you bloody annoying.

Hyde, holding a mouth harp: You play it, you get a hundred million pounds. But a hundred million people will die.

Hyde: *plays the mouth harp*

Utterson: EDWARD, NO!!! 

Hyde: Henry, I don't want to continue torturing you.

Jekyll: *sighs* Yes, you do.

Hyde: YES! YES I DO!!! >:D

Hyde: Your honour, I'm not trying to bribe you, but would you like this other half of this cosmic brownie?

Utterson: Dear god! *_*

Utterson: THIS MAN GOES FREE!

Utterson: Would you rather fight a bunch of kindergartners-

Hyde: I wanna fight kindergartners!

Utterson: That's not even the whole-

Hyde: THOSE KIDS ARE GETTING SLAPPED! 

Hyde: Well, I'm not gonna tell you anything!

Lady Summers: Is that so? Well, I suppose I'll keep this delicious nougat to myself.

Utterson: Mr. Hyde, now that I have you strapped to this chair, you will come.

Hyde: Now, that's what I call bondage!

Utterson: If it pleases the court, I might read a direct quote.

Judge: I'll allow it.

Utterson: *reads out loud* "I'm literally crying."

Hyde: I WAS NOT!!!

Utterson: YOU WERE!!!

Jekyll: Are you ticklish?

Hyde, thinking: Oh god, I don't wanna say yes, because I then get tickled, but if I say no, he might get suspicious and then tickle me anyway, so I don't know-

Jekyll: Where's the entire box of cookies that I just bought.

Hyde: That's almost an accusatory tone-

Hyde: -but there is none. Yeah, I ate the whole box, because I have no self-control.

Utterson: Do you wanna take our relationship to the next level?

Jekyll: Yes, but I have to warn you: I'm a bitch in the boardroom AND A MONSTER IN THE BEDROOM!!!

Simon Stride: Hey, Lisa, wanna marry me?

Lisa Carew: I SAID NO FIVE TIMES, GET A CLUE!!!

Simon Stride, holding a game of clue: Hey, Lisa-

Lisa Carew: GODDAMMIT!!! 

Jekyll: Do you ever lay down, and then you start to cry for a bit and you don't know why?

Jekyll: Can you file this?

Hyde: Oh yeah, just gimme a sec, 'cuz I'm in the middle of this huge existential crisis right now and it's almost time for my daily breakdown, so … 

Jekyll: I was wondering, if you wanna go out?

Lanyon: Yeah. *opens the door*

Jekyll: Where are you going?

Lanyon: Out. The farther away from you, the better.

Priest: Where's the holy water?

Hyde: *innocuously sipping from a cup*

Jekyll: So many women and men like me, it's, like, really annoying.

Hyde: … *inhales*

Hyde: NNNNAAAHH- 

Lanyon: Alright, if you were a flower, what would you be?

Lady Summers: I'd be a little-mist-camellia, because nobody knows I exist.

Lanyon: Very educated!

Lanyon: Oh cool, a mood ring! What does blue mean?

Hyde: It means "don't talk to me".

Lanyon: What does purple mean?

Hyde: Also "don't talk to me".

Lanyon: What does green mean?

Hyde: *holds up middle finger* Did you notice the finger it's on?

Lanyon, when meeting Lady Summers for the second time: Hey, I know you!

Lady Summers: You don't know me. I don't even know me.

Lanyon: Nice to see you again!

Lanyon: Listen, Milady, if you don't change your attitude, I'll have to talk to your husband.

Lady Summers: …

Lanyon: … Wait.

Lady Summers, a widow: If you figure out, how to talk to my husband, please let me know.

Lanyon: Alright, Milady, if you were an animal, what would you be?

Lady Summers: I'd be a black sheep.

Lanyon: Okay, very expressive!

Lanyon: Okay, if you were a fruit, what would you be?

Lady Summers: I'd be a tomato, because no one accepts me as part of the group.

Lanyon: … Very creative!

Lanyon: Alright, if you were an office supply, what would you be?

Lady Summers: I'd be paper, because everyone uses me and then throws me away.

Lanyon: … Very descriptive!

Lanyon: Milady, if you were a sweet, what would you be and why?

Lady Summers: I'd be black liquorice, because nobody likes me.

Lanyon: I'm sure, someone does!

Lanyon: In fact, I do!

Jekyll: Bye! Have a good day!

Lanyon: Have a great day!

Jekyll: Have an amazing day!

Lanyon: Have an incredible day!

Jekyll: HAVE A MAGICAL BLOOMING DAY, YOU SON OF A- 

Lanyon: If you were a spirit animal, what would it be?

Lady Summers: I'd be a unicorn, because nobody believes in me.

Lanyon: Very imaginative!

Jekyll: It was nice to meet you.

Lanyon: It was great to meet you.

Jekyll: It was wonderful to meet you.

Lanyon: It was fantastic to meet you.

Jekyll: IT WAS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU, LITTLE BUGGER-

Lady Summers in public, singing: I wanna be where the people aren't. -_-

Lady Summers: *ominously* No one will ever find your body-

Lady Summers: *cheerfully* -as attractive as I do! Let's grab dinner!

Lanyon: O///O

Lady Summers: Oh my god, is it really that late? I should go outside!

Lady Summers: *opens the front door and looks out*

Lady Summers: That's enough.

Hyde to Utterson:  I love waking up next to you, babe.

Hyde: But I fell asleep on the left side and woke up on the right-

Hyde: *grabs a knife* -SO WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO LAST NIGHT?!

Jekyll: Hey, what are you doing tonight?

Utterson: More like, who am I doing, amirite?

Jekyll: …

Utterson: …

Jekyll: …

Utterson: … I'm not doing anything, what's up?

Utterson: When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.

Hyde: Well, unless they give you water and sugar, your lemonade is gonna be pretty sucky.

Utterson: …

Utterson: This elusive creature has been dwelling in this room for the last three days and-

*Hyde comes dashing out of the lab*

Utterson: OH MY GOD, THERE IS IT, IT GRABS SOME FOOD-

*Hyde retreats back into the lab*

Utterson: -aaand it's gone.

Utterson: Story time! Into the bag he snuck, looking for treasure!

Hyde: *runs away giggling*

Poole: He's looking for my sweets. :)

Utterson: Oh, but his plans were foiled! XD

Lanyon: *ominously* I'm gonna chop you up-

Lanyon: *cheerfully* -SOOOME FRESH VEGETABLES TO HELP MAINTAIN YOUR KILLER SHAPE! *starts cutting vegetables*

Lady Summers: *thinking* Cute.

Lady Summers: *ominously* Your days are numbered-

Lady Summers: *cheerfully* -WIIITH THIS FRIENDSHIP CALENDER TO MARK YOUR FUTURE SUCCESSES! *laughs*

Lanyon: *laughs*

Lanyon: *ominously* You're just one Claude-

Lanyon: *cheerfully* MOOONET PAINTING, BECAUSE YOU'RE A WORK OF ART! THAT SPARKLES! :D

Lady Summers: v///v

Lady Summers: *ominously* Drop-dead-

Lady Summers: *cheerfully* GOOOORGEOUS, that's what I'd call you with or without this blush! :D

Lanyon: O///O

Lanyon: *ominously* I want you to get lost-

Lanyon: *cheerfully* -IIIIIN MY EYES AS I GET LOST IN YOURS!

Lady Summers: Alright! :D

Lady Summers: *ominously* We should break up-

Lady Summers: *cheerfully* -YOUR BUSY SCHEDULE FOR SOME WELL-DESERVED SNUGGLE TIME AND CUDDLES! :D

Lanyon: Aww! :3

Hyde: Story time! There they were! And they were beautiful! As soon as they were seen, hearts swelled!

Poole: 'Cause I have your food? XD

Hyde: YEEEEE- :D

Lanyon: *ominously* You're so stupid-

Lanyon: *cheerfully* -LYYYY TALENTED! YOU DELICATE, BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY!

Lady Summers: ^///^

Hyde: What's it like, being tall?

Jekyll: I'll show you. *lifts him up*

Hyde: So beautiful. *_*

Utterson: Story time! He had no clue he was about to run into a BRIDGE!!!

Hyde: *startles*

Utterson: -That was nowhere near! XD

Hyde: Why the frick would you say that?!

Lanyon: Story time! NO MATTER HOW FAST HE RAN, HE COULD NOT ESCAPE THE DEMON! BUT HE WOULD NOT LET HIS SOUL BE TAKEN TODAY! XD

Jekyll: *throws his arms up* AHHHHHHH!!! XD

Lady Summers: Story time! On this blessed day, these two proclaimed their love!

Jekyll: AWWWWW, BABE! :D *tackles Utterson*

Utterson: *hugs back*

Jekyll & Utterson: *tumble in the snow*

Lady Summers: Oh shoot, are you okay?! XD

Lanyon: Story time! He'd been waiting his whole life for someone to sweep him off his feet! ;)

Jekyll: *sweeps Utterson off his feet* :D

Utterson: WHOA! :D

Jekyll, singing and twirling around with Utterson in his arms: AND CAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE TONIGHT- :D

Hyde: You think you're tough?

Lady Summers: Oh yeah!

Lady Summers: *brushes her teeth*

Hyde: -_-

Lady Summers: *whips out a bottle of orange juice*

Hyde: No!

Lady Summers: *drinks the orange juice* >:D

Hyde: *runs away screaming*

Utterson: THIEF! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOREVER!!!

Jekyll: WAIT, NO, WHAT DID I STEAL?!

Utterson: My heart. >///<

Jekyll: O///O

Poole: Story time! In every group of friends, there's the dumb one.

Utterson, Lanyon & Lady Summers: *point at Jekyll*

Jekyll: Really?! -_-

The others: *laugh*

Utterson: Hey Hyde, we got some ice cream out here!

Hyde: *comes out of the lab* ICE CREAM!!!

Poole: *knocks him out with a frying pan*

Utterson: … I'm shocked this always works.

Poole: I know, let's get the notes.

Hyde: I keep telling you, man, you gotta stop letting people walk all over you!

Jekyll, lying on the floor: Okay.

Hyde: What's wrong, kid?

Little girl: Nobody likes me! Q_Q

Hyde: All that matters is what's inside-

Hyde: *pulls out a gun* -your wallet.

Little girl: WHAT?!

Utterson: Oh, Miss got grief?

Lady Summers, 20 years ago: Yes, sir, my husband is dead.

Utterson: Oh, I didn't know you were married, may I congratulate!

Lady Summers: … *thinking* English people.

Lady Summers: Did you know I can read minds?

Jekyll: Really?!

Lady Summers: I'll show you.

Hyde, inside Jekyll's mind: AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Lady Summers: OH MEIN GOTT!!!

Jekyll: Yeah, I got a lot going on.

Hyde: Your honour! Permission to treat the witness as hostile!

Utterson: Permission granted!

Hyde: I'm gonna shoot you in the face!

Enfield: That'll ruin my day!

Utterson: You're being charged for murder. What do you plead?

Hyde: … I'm sorry, I was just doing this thing, where I wasn't listening, just staring at your chin. 

Poole: Sir, there's been a murder.

Jekyll: Was it you?

Poole: No!

Jekyll: Was it me?

Poole: … No?

Jekyll: *sigh of relief* Okay.

Poole: Doctor, come out, come out, wherever you are!

Jekyll: I'm gay!

Lanyon: Where are you?!

Lady Summers: I give you a hint - Japan.

Lanyon: You're taking this game of Hide and Seek way too seriously.

Utterson: Do you want some vitamins, bro?

Jekyll: No, bro.

Utterson: Why, bro?

Jekyll: Because you're the only one, who gives me strength, bro.

Utterson: Bro!

Jekyll: I'm not a cake face. I'm an ice cream cake face.

Jekyll: Under this thick cosmetic frosting is my cold interior.

Hyde: Hi, I'm the cold interior! :D

Hyde: I heard you were checking out my boyfriend?

#1 random guy: Uh, yeah?

Hyde: *gets out a knife* WELL YOU'LL NEVER SPEAK TO MY BOYFRIEND AGAIN!!! *throws knife*

#1 random guy: *dodges knife* Sir, I'm a cashier, it's my job!

Hyde: Hey!

Utterson: *jolts awake*

Hyde: *holds a gun to Utterson's head* Who are you dreaming about?

Utterson: Uh, you? O_O

Hyde: Okay. Just checking. ^_^

Lady Summers: I don't always play the victim.

Lady Summers: But when I do, it ruins other people. >:D

Lady Summers: You can make fun of me. You can make fun of my life style.

Lady Summers: But if you make fun of my family, friends or clients, I'll make sure you'll never be able to show your face in public again.

Hyde: Why are you always on your desk?

Jekyll: Why are you always on my nerves?

Hyde: True, my bad.

Jekyll: I CAN'T FIND IT!

Hyde: What are you looking for?

Jekyll: My happiness.

Hyde: Your what?

Lady Summers: How tall are you?

Jekyll: Six feet.

*reverse*

Jekyll: How tall are you, Milady?

Lady Summers: *glowers* I am 4 feet, seven inches and nine tenths tall, I will destroy you!

[scholar-thief]

RP Log: Momori and Rerenima meet at an Ul’dahn ball.

Momori - Dressed in fine silks and finer filigree, the Ul’dahn elite made their way to the grand ballroom for yet another of one of their exclusive parties. But under the cover of revelry, business was being done. Alliances were drafted, rumors were exchanged, and strategies were formed.

Rerenima || Fancy parties were nothing new to Rerenima. It felt like he was sent to one of them at his mother's every opportunity. Already tonight he'd been forced into dozens of awkward conversations with other lalafell, and even some taller races... And now he stood grumbling at a punch bowl, trying desperately to stay as small as possible- smaller than he already was- to avoid yet another conversation.

Momori has spent most of the night by her client’s side, dutifully jotting down notes and storing business cards as they come. But, as the night stretched on, her client grew more and more interested in partying...it’s definitely the alcohol.

Momori - There wasn’t much for her to do now. From the corner of her eye, she spies someone lingering by the punch bowl, obviously trying to avoid conversation. Despite knowing this, Momori approaches.

Momori: “Hello.”

Rerenima nearly visibly cringed at the sound of a voice near him, and had to take stock of his own sanity before he could turn to face the voice with a pleasant, but very fake, expression. "Hello there, how fares the evening for you?" He asks, clearly not wanting to know the answer.

Momori mirrors his forced smile, and takes a moment to observe her target. Raven black hair - the new heir to the Rurunima fortune, perhaps? He doesn’t look too pleased to be here. Must be new.

Momori: “Night’s just getting started for me. How’s the punch?”

(Momori) dubiously flavored red punch is what i imagine )) (Momori) red flavored )) (Rerenima) ewwwww lol )) (Momori) better than blue! xD ))

Rerenima has one of the many glasses on the table in his hand, the long nails on one hand tapping against it idly. "If I'm being honest?" He responds, slightly less standoffish than before. He was expecting someone a bit.. older. Maybe this was his lucky day? "Not enough alcohol. Not -nearly- enough."

(Momori) Momori’s 30 btw..but then again. All lalas are ageless beings tbh >:D )) (Rerenima) engrish, me no wut is ) (Rerenima) pff not that much older than him xD ) (Momori) how olds Re? :o )) (Rerenima) settling with 27 for now. xD ( (Rerenima) Probably looks younger, though lol ) (Rerenima) if even lalas can tell that kind of thing xD ) (Momori) no idea )) (Momori) a 'child' lala uses the adult model LOL )) (Rerenima) further proof that they are grown in potato patches. )

Momori dully looks at the punch bowl, and then back to Rerenima. The stuffs strong...She’s had it before. Maybe he’s looking to get hammered? “If it’s more alcohol you want, Ser, that can be arranged.”

Momori ominously pulls out a small vial full of an unknown brown liquid, expression unchanging.

Rerenima must have a pretty high tolerance- he barely looks tipsy despite having stood there for only the gods know how long. He takes a glance to either side of him, checking to see if anybody was watching him. His mother was otherwise engaged, as was his butler Kelza, with some other family's servants, no doubt. "Sign me up," He replies with a sneaky little smirk, offering his glass to dump some of it into.

(Rerenima) cuz its always a good idea to take random unidentifiable liquid from strangers amirite? ) (Rerenima) WHAT COULD GO WRONG?? ) (Momori) LOL I was gonna say xD )) (Rerenima) bet she's kicking herself for not bringing some chloroform. "Hey, smell this!" "sure! X_X" ))

Momori raises a brow, but pours a shot’s worth of liquor into Rerenima’s glass. “...Cherry Brandewine.” She similarly pours herself a bit and takes a sip.

Momori: “You must be new around here.”

Rerenima spins his glass a bit to mix it up and gives it a tiny sniff, both eyebrows raised. PHEW. Yes. This will get him sufficiently slammed. Perfect. He takes a few gulps all at once, coughing in a most unmannerly way that caught the attention of a patron or two. He quickly straightens up and brushes himself off. Nothing to see here.

Rerenima: "Thanks!" He squeaks.

Rerenima: OH!

Rerenima: "Uhh.. new? I wouldn't say that, exactly. Been going to these damdable things since I was old enough to introduce myself without a stammer."

Rerenima: "You, on the other hand, I've not seen before."

Rerenima ponders over you.

Momori - His reaction is answer enough. The corner of her mouth quirks up as she holds herself back from laughing. Must. Be. Polite. Mustbepolite. She clears her throat.

Momori: “They do a good job at keeping me hidden in the back. And by they, I mean my clients.” She stiffly offers him her hand. “Momori Mori. Conservationist and historian.”

Rerenima seems sufficiently surprised. "Conservation efforts? Around here? And they're buying into it?" He asks, genuinely surprised that any number of the hoity toity frilly guests here would be interested in anything other than lining their own pockets.

Momori gives him a practiced smile. “You’d be surprised how much history means to those in this room. Now...” She casually leans against the punch table. “What do you go by? Unless you’re content being indexed as ‘hey you’ in my mind.”

Rerenima chuckles as the booze settles in. "Rerenima Rurunima. The pleasure is mine." Hard to say if he means that or not. He takes another drink off the glass, smaller this time.

Momori narrows her eyes for just a split second as her suspicions are confirmed. It could be valuable to get to know him a bit more, given his family’s wide net of connections. She refills his glass, hoping that another drink could help loosen his lips...and lower his guard.

Momori: “Likewise. So, what do you think about all this?” She gestures to the ballroom and, in turn, the rich folk that fill it. “For many, they see opportunity. Money to be made. Power to be gathered. What about you? Do you see something else?”

Rerenima seems to be internally debating with himself over exactly how he should answer this question, given where he's located and who could be listening. But, after a few more sips, he's run out of fucks to give, and states as plainly as can be, "I see a bunch of lecherous old men and women eyeballing me like I'm some prize to be won or some happy ending to their utterly boring night. Frankly, I feel filthy just standing around here -letting- them look at me, and I want out. You?"

(Rerenima) when u painfully aware that ur mama tryna sell you like a high class whore lol ) (Rerenima) bet that there's more than a few lalas around here who are strictly gilsexual. Gender got nothin to do with it, but they better be loaded. With money. ) (Rerenima) i ain't sayin they's a gold digger... )

Momori can’t help herself. A cheeky grin spreads on her face and she giggles a single time - the rest is kept back when she brings a clenched fist up to her lips. But as quickly as she had let out her true feelings, her mask is back on. Stoic, serious Momori.

Momori: “...Ahem.”

Momori: “Perhaps I am naive compared to you, Ser, but I see a room full of good lords and ladies who hold the financial fate of Ul’dah in their hands. Hmmm.” She adjusts her glasses, looks at the crowd, and then Rerenima. “But if I squint, I can see what you mean. Hehe.”

(Momori) LOL I feel if Kelza were here he'd be dragging Re back to safety by his ear )) (Rerenima) conveeeeniently distracted for the time being lol ) (Momori) butler be butlering! ))

Rerenima almost immediately feels bad after her response. "Maybe," he mumbles, taking another sip. He's leaning on the table now, and seems to have forgotten some of his manners in all of the alcoholic haze. "I've just.. I'm not much a part of it. I mean, I am, I benefit from it, but this whole business running thing? Not for me. Not really. Better left to the people who know what the hell they're doing."

Momori tilts her head, somewhat surprised. “And here I thought all rich families raised their heirs with one purpose in mind. You’re not like them, Rere. And that’s a good thing.”

Momori: “And I can guarantee you that, in this room, there are countless others who don’t know what the hell they’re doing. They just aren’t aware of that fact.”

Rerenima: "Just maybe I -would've- been taught how to do all these things if my father hadn't suddenly... y'know." He waves a hand about dismissively, and for just a moment seems like he might truly get upset about it and make a scene.

Momori blinked. She had heard rumors, and it seemed that there was an inkling of truth in them yet. But she got the feeling that he wasn’t quite ready to tell her the details. It was too sensitive. “...Sounds like you need a bit of fresh air, and maybe another shot.”

Rerenima: "I think I do," He agrees in a wobbly, small voice. He abandons his glass, and the table, and as well as he can, heads towards the nearest exit while avoiding as many people as possible. The gaze he did -not- escape, however, was Kelza's. Rather than follow his charge, however, he simply watches him go with a curious, if not slightly concerned, expression. Another conversation distracts him once again.

Momori watches Rere leave - and as she walks by her, she slips her business card into his pocket. “Hey, some friendly advice. Don’t take drinks from strangers.” Momori smiles slightly. “See you ‘round.”

Momori checks on her client. Passed out, like always...which meant she had a fair bit of free time on her hands. Where would this drunk whelp wander too? Right before he completely leaves her sight, she dips behind a curtain and follows from the shadows.

Rerenima barely hears the advice, his brow furrowed as he stops in his tracks to ponder on it.. and then carry on again. Was it just him, or was it getting unusually warm in here suddenly? He wanted- no, he NEEDED- to get out of here, away from all these people.. and so he walked, pushed his way through the crowd, didn't even bother to apologize.

(Rerenima) this seems "away" enough lol ) (Rerenima) nice dark corner rofl ) (Momori) damn this dramatic lightning! (Rerenima) if i tilt the camera just right i get dramatic anime glasses lol ) (Momori) oh perf!!!! ))

Rerenima finally gets outside of the building, immediately taking a deep breath of fresh air.. and just as quickly taking a few steps off to the side to hurl all the alcohol he's been consuming. Guess he had just a liiiiittle too much.

Momori follows a distance away. It’s something she’s done many, many times. Gods, he makes a tempting target to simply rob and run, but she isn’t in the business of such crude practices anymore. Instead, she waits. Likely, someone else has their eye on him already..

Rerenima makes an unhappy groan once everything's done with, muttering more than a few curses as he stumbles just a few more feet away and collapses on his ass on the top of the stairs looking as miserable as can be.

(Rerenima) maaan he gon be so easy to pick on rofl ) (Momori) someone could just gently take him away.....if kelza was watching too, we’d have a person stalking at a person stalking at a person situation going on xD )) (Rerenima) stalker stalking a stalker stalking a dummy. ) (Momori) want me to jump him or do u wanna write for some thugz )) (Momori) *me writing some thugz. Momori will just be watching suspiciously in the night the whole time lmao )) (Rerenima) he's aaaall hers. xD  ) (Rerenima) buut can raise the stakes a lil :) ))

Rerenima || Meanwhile, back at the party, Re's mother seems to have realized that her son's vanished. She'd wanted to introduce him to someone! In a huff, she stalks over to Kelza, and demands to know where he's gotten to! When no answer is provided, he is DEMANDED to go find him! Immediately!

Momori - Rerenima’s drunken wandering does not go unnoticed. A gang of lalafell dressed in cheap leather armor jovially play cards nearby, and their conversation quickly goes from impassioned shouts to hushed plotting. As a group, they encircle Rere and one of them nudges him with the butt of their club. “Eh. You.”

(Momori) Re's mom sounds like a helicopter parent )) (Rerenima) only when it benefits her :) )

Rerenima , who is in no mood at all for anything or anyone, simply grumbles, "What do you want..." without actually looking behind him. Perhaps he should've.

(Rerenima) when u too rich to know what danger looks like

Momori: “Oy, this one’s as drunk as a pig! Let’s get ‘im, boss!” one of the thugs says, just loud enough for Rere to hear. The leader nods, and each one of them pulls up a bandana to hide their identity. Another cuts off any escape routes, and keeps watch for any guards.

Momori: “Give me everything in your pockets. Now. Hurry.” The thug presses the end of his club against Rere’s chest, commanding urgency.

Rerenima || At first he'd simply rolled his eyes, but as more of the conversation revealed itself, sobriety set in quickly. "Wait, what?!" and all at once he was wide-eyed and terribly aware of just how many thugs were actually out here tonight. This wasn't looking good for him. Shit shit. Shouldn't have come out here alone. Shit. SHIT! For once, he does the smart thing- exactly what he's asked. Unfortunately for them, he's not carrying all that much- a couple gil, whatever's on his fingers...

Momori - The amount is not enough to get the thugs off his back, not by a long shot. The thug grumbles, and eyes what Rere might have on his person. Any valuable jewelry or items of great value?

(Momori) family ring? or anything that would cause a stir if it were gone )) (Momori) heck they'll just take his glasses lmao )) (Rerenima) hahaha poor kids gon be blind (Rerenima) tempted to have someone come to the rescue but that might ruin poor momo's chances haha (Momori) momo is completely content to stand by and watch if you want to be rescued by someone else! )) (Momori) momori is a terrible person lmao )) (Rerenima) the badass butler XD ) (Momori) oh shiiet )) (Momori) go for it! ))

Rerenima is on his feet now, waving his hands about and insisting he doesn't have anything else... at least not that would be worth anything! Surely! Except there was -one- thing, and it was quickly snatched away from him. A pocket watch, that it -almost- seemed like he would be willing to fight for had he not been held back by some handsy assholes. (cont)

Rerenima || Meanwhile, Kelza, silently cursing himself for letting an idiot out of his sight, opens the same back door that Re had just come from, and immediately sees the ruckus. Oh HELL no. He takes a gun from the inside of his jacket, aims upwards, and shoots. THAT aughta get their attention.

(Momori) GUN )) (Rerenima) dont bring a knife to a gun fight >:3 )

Momori: “Shit! Scramble, boys!” The thugs holding Rere quickly push him to the ground and each of them, as they pass, give him a drive-by kick. Pocket watch in their possession, they split up and flee into the dark alleyways like desperate rats.

Momori ‘s full attention is now on Kelza as she passively observes from her hiding spot.

(Rerenima) HAHA ) (Rerenima) i like how he literally hops into the sitting position rofl ) (Momori) little bounce xD ))

Rerenima doesn't have much time to shout after them, as he's both pushed, and then kicked, falling to the ground like a rock, breaking his glasses, cracking a nail.. it's not a good night for him. Rather than acting like a worried mother when Kelza rushed to Re's side, as one might suspect a butler should do, he made quick to chastize him. "What did I tell you about going off on your own?! You're lucky you're alive!"

Rerenima: "They.. they took it.. They took it!!" He suddenly cries out to Kelza's surprised expression.

Rerenima: "Took what?" The butler asks, annoyed.

Rerenima: "His watch! I need to get it back!"

Rerenima: "You were two minutes away from dead and -that's- what you're worried about?!" Kelza snaps, but Rerenima snaps right back at him! "He gave that to me! It's the only thing I have left of him!"

Rerenima: "How much did you drink?" Kelza asks accusingly.

Rerenima Between the two of them, the argument continues unabated for several long minutes, with Re attempting his damndest to convince Kelza that he NEEDED to get that watch back, and Kelza very much brushing him off-- literally and figuratively-- and eventually insisting- no, requiring, that they go home. Now.

Rerenima || The more he was brushed at, the angrier Re got until all at once he slaps Kelza's hand away, standing on his own, and doing exactly that. But there is a determination there in his plastered eyes that was not there before. Fuck this entire day.

Momori’s brows drew together as she contemplated the true nature of Rere and Kelza’s relationship. No matter, there was a takeaway regardless of that. A pocket watch found, and a debt created...Her master would be interested in hearing more about this. But around now, her client would be coming to their senses back at the party, and she had appearances to keep up.

Momori silently steps back into the shadow, the night cloaking her like an old friend.

[awesomeatitsbest]

*scroll past this if u dnt wanna read me having a mental breakdown over a show*

i’ve been putting off watching the finale all week cuz i feel like im bouta get wrecked but im about to watch it rn and im literally so nervous omg here we go iM STRESSED

yall Rara in a choker hell yuh but also screw lex luthor step tf off man

yall she hesitated when she saw that pic of eliza right? cuZ SHES GOOD AND DESERVES BETTER

omg eve chill tf out

man, u can nvr trust white men as presidents

wow this is so dramatic w My Way fcking playing like this wow iM STRESSED

lex in the lexosuit....*intense eye roll*

hey yall think lex has a “take over the world” playlist playing in the suit

yall if Rara dont get some good that she deserves im FIGHTING yall she dont deserve this ;—; i know she fcking hates america and all buT IS SHE WRONG

theres so much happening wow im guessing a lot of things are gonna be left hanging by the end of this episode huh

omg Kara did basically die yall

im sO HAPPY ALEX REMEMBERS NOW ;—;

wow someone throw Lex into the sun, he made Red Daughter cry but also someone teach her how to Google

dude can ben lockwood just disintegrate already.

omg my bby nia proTECT HER AT ALL COSTS

wait fcKING PAUSE because: Lena Luthor in a Blue Suit™️ (fuq me up)

oh lena always worried about kara 😢

im so stRESSED ALL THE LUTHORS IN A ROOM AAAAAAHHHHHHHH

brenda and katie are truly some stunning people

wow i rlly wanna see lena punch someone (lex)

he just fcking quoted Hitler

aaYYYEE LILLIAN STAY ON THE WINNING TEAM

george washington in the background of this shot is SENDING me

ALIEN RIOT WOOOO

how TF does jesse rath make wheezing onto glass hilarious

Nia done w his rebooted ass

hell yuh to that lena luthor death glare God bless you miss mcgrath

hAHAAAA YEAH KARA’S ARTICLE COMING IN CLUTCH SUCK AN EGG LEX

yall i forget that kara’s mother is literally alive along w Argo i wish they talked about it more somehow

at this point Ben Lockwood is the equivalent of a fcking pimple or whatever, a little annoying thing full of puss and i just wanna POP HIS LITTLE HEAD OFF

damn rebooted brainy rlly ticked nia off

papa j’onn omg pls dont die, sir ;—;

omg wAIT IM SHOOK YES LENA WOOOOOO GRAB THAT GUN AND PUNCH HER

and then lillian casually pepper spraying the goons ugh we love the luthor women

(we already know lillan gonna manipulate lena tho at some point tho right? amirite? or is it gonna be a complete 180 turn)

oh my gosh yes supergirl’s boot on ben lockwood is my aesthetic

kara when lex asks how she’s still alive: im a bAD BITCH you cAnt kILL ME but also grass

omg bITCH the other suit is built into her other suit thats some bad bitch moves right there

“you can thank your sister for this” hell yea lets all thank lena luthor #appreciatelenaluthor2k19

omg cmon brainy, fcking rereboot so u can emotionally support your badass girlfriend

omg im so glad he got rerebooted i thought this was gonna last til the nxt season

wow brainy is so supportive protect this nerd at all costs ;—; his ass said astazing and i love you

oh fck yea rock music fighting scene montage this appeals SPECIFICALLY to me

yES RARA FIGHT HIM FIIIIGHT HIIIIIIM

oh. T—T

oh wAIT SHES GETTING SUPERCHARGED AHAAAAH

holy shit this dude just exploded

oh nvm ofc this dude wont die

oh sHIT

oh SHIT

LENA JUST SHOT THE DUDE

Oh

oh damn

can i get uh uhmmm....onE THERAPIST FOR LENA LUTHOR AS SHE LIVES W THE TRAUMA OF KILLING HER OWN BROTHER

omg omg wait no no omg wait

wait omg pause

its happenening jsnt it

omg wait qait wait i caNt im not ready

im having PALPITATIONS

oh my FUCK

oh. my God.

we all saw this coming but. that was way worse than I could have ever imagined.

my HEART

i need a drink

pour one out for supercorp

it was nice while she lasted

peace THE FUCK out

hahaaah kara happy now but we all know its a fcking illusion

was anyone happy at this point cuz all i am rn is full of DREAD

Dolsen (is that the ship name) fcking RISE

ok waiT Brainia rise too ;—;

im still stressed but theyre all cute af

im STRESSED.

omg lena’s at game night.

im sinking in my seat i CANT watch

so kara and lena as game night partners is canon

too bad its been TAINTED

someone pls help lena my GOD

KARA COME FCKING CLEAN ALREADY UHG MAY AS FCKING WELL

“Not tonight.” or EVER APPARENTLY AT THIS POINT

all right george thats my boy

omg more of miss eve nxt season

wtf is LEVIATHAN IM ALREADY STRESSED

omg this dude gon be in the crossover

omg WHO TF DONT COME FOR PAPA J’ONN

oh no lena honey drinking her woes away someone get this woman a glass of one therapy session with a squeeze of the truth from kara

oh FUCK welp if that picture frame aint fcking foreshadowing the nxt season then idk what will

in conclusion: this finale stressed me tf out. goodbye. i’m sleeping for 30 years.