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This is such a rushed drawing but like I had the idea and I couldn't just not draw it

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[pinguwrites]

The Doll's Burial ⸻ Jonathan Crane

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pairing | jonathan crane x reader

summary | You knew Jonathan Crane was meant for you from the moment you laid your eyes on him — a brilliant man, filled with wit and curiosity and youth. So perfect, in fact, that you have to take him away from the rest of the world and make him yours, your darling doll. He’ll like it, won’t he?

word count | 9k

Warnings: NON-CON/DUB-CON, dark!reader, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, reader’s delusional and sick and sadistic but sweet ig, religious (specifically Christian) disdain from Jon , murder/torture towards jon/in general, jon isn’t scarecrow au, slightly ooc jon, p in v sex, househusband!jonathan, PROCEED WITH CAUTION - DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE

Disclaimer: This is part of my unfinished works. I don't write anymore, but I still wanted to publish what I have. I'll use bullet points to explain what I planned to happen at the end. Also note that this is heavily unedited, there will be a lot of mistakes.

i.

You didn’t know what beauty was until you met Jonathan Crane that fateful winter’s night, a night where the season’s gentle touch had left windows glazed with frost, and the late evening coated in a thick, gloomy darkness. Crystal flakes were falling from the sky onto your body like specks of dust, but it was nothing compared to the way it looked on him, his dark hair contrasting with the white, the snow melting upon the touch of his skin. His breath was coming out in puffs of smoke before dissipating into the bitter air, his square glasses glinting in the light of the street lamps.  

Time had frozen still at that moment, as though your brain had gone numb, much like the cold was numbing your ears and toes and the tips of your fingers. Licking your lips, you observed as the man — whose name you did not know then — glanced at the slim watch on his wrist, shivering ever so slightly as a breeze brushed him by. He was wearing an elegant suit, colored charcoal, the dress shirt underneath thinly striped, and his shoes polished and new, no doubt recently bought. He seemed to be an educated man with wealth, maybe a doctor or lawyer, but you guessed doctor, because he struck you as a scientific mind, curious but practical. 

He wasn’t married, as he had no ring, which led you to believe that his profession took up a lot of his time and effort. After all, how could a man as gorgeous as him not be desired? Even the thought of him in bed with you set your loins alight, not to mention the slightest notion of him being yours until death do us part.  

“Silly,” you had murmured to yourself, though there was a soft smile playing on your lips. “You’re thinking too far ahead, like always.”

But it really wasn’t your fault. He was so delightful to look at. Almost like a doll, with his plump pink lips and blush-dusted cheeks. You could imagine it already: a domestic life. He needn’t not lift a finger, not think a single thought, as long as he allowed you to hold him in his arms. How was it that someone who had not done anything at all to warrant such attraction, found himself at the center of your obsessiveness?

There’s something about him. Something different I cannot deny. He was unlike anyone you had ever seen before, anyone you would ever see in the future. It was strange how humans worked, heart so easily manipulated. What was it that caught your attention in the first place? you wondered. The aesthetic of the scene? His simple presence in the emptiness of the street? Did it even matter anymore, now that you were so hopelessly captured by him?

“Hey, excuse me, ma’am!”

Heart thumping against your chest at the sudden noise, you answered hesitantly, “Yes?”

The man, who was raising his voice so he could be heard across the street, gave you a wary look. “Do you know when the bus will arrive? I’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes — the sign said it would arrive at seven.”

“I’m not sure,” you lied. You hadn’t expected him to talk to you. The event felt out of control, like you weren’t sure what was going to happen next. It bothered you, but if anything, this was a sign. A sign that perhaps he was the one. “I’m waiting for it as well,” you continued. “Do you mind if I cross?”

“I don’t.”

After you made sure there were no cars nearby, you walked across the road and finally got your first view of the man, finding his features, his mannerisms, his everything to be just as breathtaking as it was from a distance. He had a relatively low voice, around a medium pitch, and it was grated, almost like a vocal fry. He had these little freckles scattered across his face like distant stars in the sky. If it was possible, you would have plucked out every single one of them to store in a jar.

“I usually don’t take the bus,” you said smoothly, trying to start a conversation, though all you could focus on the way he was looking at you, his gaze piercing and icy, “but my car’s in a workshop. I thought I’d try my luck here before heading to the subway.”

Your car wasn’t in a workshop. It was in the garage parking lot just diagonal of his view. You had only gotten out because you wanted a quick coffee at the local café. Eternally grateful that you spotted him along the way, you weren’t sure what you would have done if you hadn’t. It had only been a few minutes, and you were already in love.

The man hummed in response, not seeming to take much of an interest. “I’m in a similar situation myself . . . I’ll be on my way, then,” he said, clearing his throat. 

He started walking down the sidewalk to the nearest subway station, a walk you knew was going to take about a while. And in those clothes? He was most certainly going to catch a cold. If it was proper to do so, you would have offered him your own coat, but in a city like this, where no one trusted, you didn’t need to make him suspicious of your kindness. People were like animals, small critters. Approaching them too fast would scare them off. You had to be subtle, ease into it before you did anything too rash. 

“Are you coming?” he asked, turning around, waiting for you to follow him. His tone was expectant, and almost humorous, like the thought of you continuing to wait for the bus was amusing to him. It made you amused. There would be work to do with his arrogance when you finally take him away, you made a mental note of that. 

“No,” you responded. “I’ve changed my mind, I’ll have a friend come pick me up.”

“. . . Are you sure?” he pressed, concerned. He was concerned for you. It was so sweet. 

“I’m sure,” you repeated. If you were with him for a second longer you would have gotten down on your knees and proposed. 

He considered your words, then nodded. “Well, have a nice day, ma’am.”

“You as well . . . I’m sorry, what’s your name?”

“Jonathan. Dr. Jonathan Crane.”

“Jonathan,” you repeated, the word rolling off your tongue with ease. Jon-ah-thun, meaning God has given, gift of God. A gift to you, surely, or why else would he be here, standing in your presence if he wasn’t meant to be taken away? To be polite, you gave him your own name, hoping he liked it as much as you liked his, and simply said, “Have a nice day,” hiding the butterflies inside your stomach that flew around like hail in a blizzard. 

Jonathan Crane, my very own doll.

+++

The chains clinked against the others in the link, the cuffs tugging against the skin, pulled so hard it restricted the blood flow. It was only then the noises stopped, and a defeated sigh left your doll’s lips. His head leaned against the wall and his posture slumped, as though he had given up. It was a shame, too. The sight of him struggling was exhilarating. It filled you with such excitement and arousal that you wished he kept going.

Currently, you were working, with your laptop placed out in front of you on your desk, some oatmeal to your right. The camera system was hooked up to the large monitor, so from here you could watch Jonathan’s movements. He had been awake since the break of dawn, the time he usually got up for work, except he wasn’t at his house today, he was in your basement, body against the cold floor, trembling like a scared bunny.

The planning was the most difficult part of this endevour. You had never actually kidnapped someone before. When you were a child, the local police suspected you in the mutilation of a few small critters in your apartment complex, and in college you were involved in the accidental death of one of your fellow students (he fell down the stairs and hit his head, nothing that anyone could prove was your fault), but to actually kidnap someone was entirely different. 

It would be an ongoing investigation until the case was classified as cold, and even then some cold cases were picked up again after years; you had to make sure no could connect a link, because some people were too narrow-minded to understand how true and unconditional your adoration for him was; and not only that, but the amount of research — or stalking, as some might call it — that you had to do was exhaustive; but really, it was worth it, and Jonathan would fall for you just as you did for him within a few months, maybe a year at most. He would come to realize just how much you cared about him, and just how wonderful your life could be together. Once you arrived at that point, things would flow seamlessly. You had all the precautions in place. Even if he did try and escape, you always had a sedative in your pocket, and all the doors to your house was just as secure on the inside as it was on the outside. 

The only thing you worried about was witnesses. See, Jonathan was usually very careful not to go into secluded alleyways or dingy locations on his own, which made it difficult to take him. So, you had to bump into him in a coffee shop — a coincidence, you had told him — and from there lure him out.  

You sighed lovingly and gazed at Jonathan through the screen, deciding that it was time to bring him breakfast and lay out the ground rules.

After a few more minutes, you crept down the stairs with some food and water, careful not to step on any of the parts that would cause a creaking sound, and unlocked the basement with the passcode. When you opened the door, Jonathan raised his head, scooting his body away from your figure until he backed into a corner.

It was a dingy little place. It used to have carpet, but you removed that in favor of plastic tarp on the floor, nothing that could indefinitely stain the cement underneath. The walls were covered in that as well, and there was no window or clock to let him know the time. There were blankets to the side, and a small toilet to the other corner of the room. It was a good enough place for now. You hated seeing him in these conditions, but only once he proved responsible would you update him to a secured bedroom. At this point in time, he wasn’t capable of understanding things, and would only try to run away if you gave him more freedom. 

Jonathan stayed quiet for a long while, and so did you, but then he scoffed. “I’m not eating that.”

Frowning, you bent down to his level. You placed the bowl in front of him, the sweet aroma of cinnamon and honey filling the stale air. “It's not poisoned, you know that.”

Jonathan did know that. He was smart enough to realize that a person wouldn’t go through all the effort of bringing him here, only to poison him. There needn’t be a conversation over this. He didn’t reach for the bowl yet, but you knew he would when you left. Eventually, hunger would get to him. 

“Are you in love with me?” he asked next.

Yes, yes I am. I love you as true as the air you breathe, as blue as your eyes gleam, and as certain as the beat of your heart. 

“Why do you ask?” you said instead.

“Your eyes are always dilated, you can’t keep them off of me. Not at the bus station, the coffee shop.” He paused. “You’re sick. I’m not in love with you. Whatever fantasy you have is not real.”

“You may not be in love with me now, but you will be soon.”

There was no point in hiding your intentions. 

He scoffed again, head down. “Realize this, I have nothing. Whatever you want from me, I can’t give you.”

Reaching out to him, you rubbed your thumb against his skin. He was cold. Again. 

“You need to learn how to keep warm,” you said, concerned. “There’s some blankets. Use them.”

Jonathan pulled away, though you could tell he wanted you to keep doing that, because for a brief moment he almost leaned into your touch and warmth. So, you did just that. You gripped his chin and forced him to look at you. He put up a bit of a struggle, but in the end, he relented, and let you caress his skin. Letting your fingers trail up his cheek to his nose, you quickly made your way to his eyelashes, his long, thick eyelashes that fluttered like a black bird’s feathers. 

“I did a bit of research on you,” you said. “Just enough to make sure no one would come looking for you right away, to learn your patterns and your habits, or any other important bits of information . . . like the fact that you have a therapist.”

Jonathan looked straight into your eyes. It was almost as if, at the moment, he was more concerned about what you might have read about him than his current predicament. He didn’t want anyone to know his past, his secrets, his weaknesses. It was embarrassing, and you knew that because you read in his file — which took atrociously long to obtain — how ashamed he was of himself, how conscious. 

He shoved you away, and you backed off.

“Don’t be mean,” you frowned, hurt. “It was necessary. Watching you through your window wasn’t enough to truly know you. And even now, I’m sure there’s so much I’ve missed. It’ll be nice. As long as you listen and don’t cause trouble, everything will be okay.”

“You’re delusional,” he scowled. “I’ve known enough people like you in my life to understand how you work. Once you’re tired of me, you’ll dump me and get someone new to torment.”

“That’s not true, and you’ll see that,” you protested. It broke you to know that he thought of himself as expendable. “. . . I know you need some time to think. I’ll come down in a few hours with lunch, alright?”

You took his silence as a ‘yes’.

“Good boy.”

+++

A few weeks had passed by. The snow was beginning to melt, turning into a mushy, brown sludge that you had to trudge through every morning to get to work. Admittedly, you were quite busy with your job, but you made as much time as you could for Jonathan. Your doll was in a sour mood the entire time, and after calling you a bitch and a unintelligent, perverted whore — such colorful language — he started begging you to let him go.

I won’t tell anyone. I’ll give you money. Please, I’m begging you. All clearly signs of emotional distress.

It hurt you a lot when Jonathan rejected your affection. More than you thought it would. He should be grateful that you took such an interest in him, but instead he was disgusted. Of course, he would fall for you soon, but it made you wish that he had already done so, and that too on the night you two met. 

Wouldn’t it have been romantic? Love at first sight. Did you not deserve something like that? For someone to look into your eyes the way you did his and think, This is the one I want to marry. Again, you knew it would take time, but the wound still cut deep. 

He was eating, which was good. One less thing to worry about. But when you checked his wrists to see if the cuffs were still locked you found them red with marks. It worried you a bit, so you applied some cream to them — or at least, tried to, with the way he was struggling and all. You did other things like bathe him, but despite how desperate you were to see his pretty cock, you never went beyond the waistline, and encouraged him to clean himself down there instead. You hoped it established some sense of trust between you two, because at least Jonathan would realize that you would never do anything to make him uncomfortable. 

When you were researching Jonathan Crane — before you took him — you learned that he was a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. A professor at Gotham University first, but either way, it seemed that his heart lied with the sciences. You did a little internet digging and tracked his book orders, then picked something you thought he would like and was sure he hadn’t read yet.

One book on chemistry and its applications on brain science, and another on psychology, a look into real-world examples written by a doctor from the late twentieth century. 

Carefully wrapping it up in light blue paper, you tied it with a navy-colored ribbon and made a bow. Your fingers lingered on the box, a little nervous about handing it over to Jonathan, but you walked downstairs with it anyways, opening the basement door and watching with satisfaction as he scurried away once again.

“It’s just a gift,” you laughed, setting it down in front of him. He watched it warily. “I want you to open it. I hope you’ll like it.”

Jonathan’s lower lip quivered, and you had a sudden desire to kiss him. Lips upon lips, heavy and sweet. Sometimes, you felt as though the only way to get close to him — truly close — was to peel off his skin and wrap it around you. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? He would die, which you didn’t want, but to think about it was enough. It was so intimate it made you hot all over. 

“Please,” Jonathan muttered. “Please let me go. I’ll do anything.”

You sighed. “I don’t want to hear this again. I’ve been really patient with you. Can’t you just . . . be normal?”

“Normal?” 

Oh, dear. He’s about to go into another one of his fits.

“How can you expect me to be normal when you’ve got me locked in chains?” he frowned. Surprisingly enough, he wasn’t getting upset, but rather more submissive. He wasn’t scowling or spitting in your face, but rather his head was downturned and his body language more open. Was this it? Was this the point of breaking? 

“I have nothing,” he continued. “No bed to sleep in, no touch . . .”

Touch. Well, he had you, didn’t he? 

“You don’t like it when I touch you,” you said.

He looked away, almost embarrassed. This doll of a man had you completely enamored, fooled, like a hopeless soul waiting for the heavens. Anything he did, anything he said, would make you fold in a heartbeat. If he asked you to go get the moon, you would die, frozen in the vastness of space just trying. He could make you do anything, except perhaps let you go, but only because you knew that deep down, he didn’t really want it.

Jonathan didn’t make an effort to come closer to you, and you didn’t either. Despite your devotion, you wanted to see him make the first move. You had waited long enough. All you wanted was to be loved by him, and you knew that he had it in him to show his affection. He just feared you, feared that you would hurt him.

. . . Maybe a few more days. A few more days of waiting until you would take drastic action.

+++

Laying on the couch, you turned on the TV, opening up the Gotham news channel as background noise while you dozed off. There were a few errands to be done, but you decided to put them off until tomorrow as the weather had gotten worse. It wasn’t raining anymore, and the snow was still brown and mushy, but it was freezing, and you made the stupid mistake of leaving your car outside. 

After ten minutes of just lazing around, you were abruptly woken up by the ring of your doorbell. With a groan, you got up off the couch and unlocked the door, only for your nerves to jump and a nervous chuckle escape your lips.

“I — well, hi. Can I help you, officer?” you asked, looking the man in front of you up and down. He had wispy brown hair that was covered by a fur hoodie and a kind smile painted on his face. He didn’t look like he meant any harm, but perhaps this was just a facade to get your guard down. For all you knew there could be police officers stationed all around your house. Or were you being too paranoid? Yes. You probably were. 

“You can,” he said, voice a little gruff. “My name is Peter Wright, I just wanna ask you a few questions. May I come inside?”

You hesitated. “What's this about?”

Wright chuckled, but didn’t answer. “Do you know a man named Jonathan Crane? You may have just passed him on the street — he had dark hair, glasses, clean-cut . . .”

Your mind ran through all the possibilities. There was absolutely no way this man could know you two even met. You were so careful — so unbelievably careful. Was there something you had overlooked? Something you had missed? Maybe someone saw you with Jonathan and reported it to the police once they realized he was missing.

“. . . No.”

Wright smiled. “No need to be so tense. We just wanna know where he is.”

You smiled, trying to be friendly. “I’m sorry, sir, I have no clue who that is. You probably have the wrong person — ”

“ — yeah, figured,” Wright interrupted, flashing another smile. “He’s been missing for a while. You’re not in trouble, we just have to check every lead.”

“Oh, I understand completely,” you said. “May I ask, why have I become a . . . lead?”

“Just some security footage on a date of interest. You had crossed the street at a bus station.” Wright paused for a moment, seeing if you remembered anything. You did, but you kept your face blank. It was better to pretend. It made you relieved, however. This was nothing serious, and nothing that was your fault. “He wrote it down in one of his journal entries, that’s why we checked.”

“Journal entries?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

“Yes. That’s how all these smart people are like, or so I’ve been told. Methodical, pattern-orientated.”

Was he even supposed to be telling you this? It seemed like this man was more loose-lipped than he first appeared. Perhaps you could pull some information out of him, turn on your charm. 

“You know what? Come inside. It’s cold, and I can make you some hot coffee.”

“Really?” Wright raised an eyebrow. “Now you’re getting let me in?”

You gave a playful glare. “I’m not gonna ask again, sir.”

Wright obliged, and for the rest of the evening, he divulged information about the case, a little too flirtatious for your taste, but it got the work done, and by the end of the day, you learned that they had nothing on you, and nothing on this case. 

+++

“Jonathan,” you cooed as you entered the basement with a plate of mashed potatoes and steak. You immediately noticed that his knuckles were bloody, and realized what he was trying to do — he must have heard another person upstairs and banged against the concrete walls in the hopes that he would’ve been heard.

What a stupid boy!

“Hold on,” you muttered, annoyed, placing the food down. “I’ll get you some bandages — ”

“ — Can’t you just be here?” Jonathan said shakily, his voice hoarse. “You said you loved me but you never spend time with me, you’re always upstairs . . . I’m going insane.”

Your heart leaped. Finally. Finally! It was happening. He was beginning to see, to truly see the connection you both had. You could envision it already — a wedding, with only an eficator there to make things legitimate, with flowers and a beautiful background, perhaps a sunset or beach, or maybe some mountains — topped with snow. That would be perfect, absolutely wonderful. Oh, you would have to start making the plans now! 

“Did I do something wrong?”

“What?” You snapped out of your thoughts. “Oh, no. No, darling. I’m just so excited, I’ve been waiting so long . . . Here, can I hold you?”

Jonathan nodded with a sniffle. 

Not wasting a single moment, you wrapped him up in your arms, watching as he delicately snuggled his head in the crook of your neck. The feeling of his hair brushing up against your skin was exhilarating, making you shudder and shake like you were about to lose it. About to lose it and take him right then and there, all romantic like, with nice words and the scent of rose petals . . . Maybe your first time could be in a bath, with lit candles, cleaning each other off. It was —

Hold on. Where was his chain?

Jonathan’s arms were around your waist, but you couldn’t feel the metal. You looked to the hook on the wall and saw that it had broken off, next to it the psychology book you gave to him, heavily dented. 

Chasting yourself, you felt Jonathan tighten his grip around your body. You should have checked — you should have checked for the chain like you did every time you came down. What was wrong with you? This one simple mistake could ruin everything . . . 

Trying to think as quickly as you could, you looked around the room for the other book, but couldn’t find it anywhere. You had a sedative syringe in your pocket, but you couldn’t get to it without alerting him. Alas, you finally felt something poking you in the side, something sharp like an edge, and within seconds you had been tossed to the floor and hit over the head.

+++

When you finally woke up, your head was reeling. You had a massive headache, and everytime you tried to sit up your vision would go a little dark and you would give up. Before you could try again, you had a hand against your throat. You felt a horrible surge of anger, and in the midst of your emotions, a slight sense of arousal.

“After everything I’ve done for you?” you cried out, voice choked. You could feel a shift in movement, because after Jonathan realized he was hurting you, he loosened his grip, but it still wasn’t enough to get out of his grasp. He probably tried to open the basement door but couldn’t, so waited until you came to give him the passcode. You couldn’t rely on the hope that he wouldn’t hurt you. He was desperate. But so were you.

“Everything you’ve done,” he repeated with a low murmur. “You know how humiliating it is to be trapped in a basement for a month, forced to bathe in front of you because I can’t even be trusted with a flow of water? Have to piss with chains on? I’m a doctor, I shouldn’t have to submit to your delusion.”

“You should and you will!” you screeched, squirming. “You finally have someone to love you, to adore you, someone who would do anything for you, and it’s still not enough. Or you know what? Maybe you like that. Being sad all the time, not having anyone to care for you. Probably used to it, huh? Distant parents, bitch grandmother, no friends, no lovers . . .”

Jonathan tossed you to the floor and pinned you down, his nose close to yours, breathing heavy, eyes a little glossy. Then, without warning, he slapped you. The sting was both painful and pleasurable. The little whimper you let out was more of a light sigh, but you didn’t let that distract you. All you needed to do was reach into your pocket for the syringe, which he clearly hadn’t noticed was there. If you could drug him just a little, you would be able to get your power back, your control.

“I want the code. That’s it.”

“I want a kiss.”

“Fuck you.”

“Just one kiss. A nice, long one.”

Jonathan thought for a moment. His breath tickled your skin. Then, he leaned in, his eyes fluttering shut, and brushed his perfect, pink lips against yours. He was so easily manipulated, so eager. Even when he had all the power, he still fell for your little antic. Or maybe he just wanted an excuse to kiss you.

While he was distracted, you swiftly took the syringe out and stabbed him with it, pushing half the liquid in. He pulled away and gasped, but then his eyes started drooping, and his movements became more wobbly, and he fell into your arms, disorientated and dizzy.

“Mm . . . what did you do?” he asked. 

You grabbed his hair, making him wince in pain. “You know, I’ve been trying so hard to be patient, not rushing you, making you feel as safe as possible” You paused. “But sometimes people aren’t grateful for what they have. That’s okay, it happens. You just have to learn. I’ll be patient again, just for you.”

You laid him on his back and started unbuckling his pants belt. He tried to stop you, but his movements were too weak and groggy.

“Don’t — don’t,” he pleaded.

You stopped, but only for the time being. You lifted him up onto his feet and let him lean against you. His feet were dragging a little against the floor, but he managed to walk. He pulled himself away from you when you made it to the top of the stairs but stumbled. He just wasn’t strong enough. You unlocked the passcode.

You led him over to the bathroom on your first floor, where you opened the tub’s tap and let the water flow. Jonathan’s eyelids drooped slightly, but you could see — smell — the fear in them. He knew what you were going to do, and he was helpless to stop it. 

Taking off the rest of his belt, you pulled his cock out. White, soft, a little big, but other than that it was perfect, just like every other part of him. You brushed your finger across it, watching the way it twitched in your hands. Unable to stop yourself, you leaned down and gave the head a small kiss, but that was the last bit of kindness Jonathan was going to receive today. In fact, receive for a long while.

You dipped your hand in the tub, which was steadily flowing with water, and gave his cock a hard squeeze, making him whimper in pain. “That’s the closest to lube you’ll get,” you said. “Now come on, don’t fight me. Dip your face in.”

Pushing his head down into the tub wasn’t much of a struggle, but Jonathan wasn’t making it easy. Your doll, your poor doll. He didn’t want to be hurt, but that was what had to happen. And it would keep happening until he finally admitted that he loved you. 

When Jonathan’s nose touched the water, he groaned, his head dizzy. It was cold, but by the time he could even register the temperature, his entire head was in, held by your hand as your other stroked his cock. A few air bubbles came up, but you didn’t give in. You wanted him to struggle, you wanted him to be in pain. He was like a fragile mouse caught in a trap. Only you could let him go. Only you had the power to.

After a few more seconds, you lifted his head up, watching with glee as he gasped for air, coughing and sputtering when he could spare it. 

“Aw, baby boy. You don’t like that very much, do you?”

He shook his head, opening his mouth to speak, but you didn’t let him. You just shoved him down into the tub again, feeling your body tingle. You swiped your finger over that little hole where you would soon force cum to shoot out of, and pressed down on it hard. Then, you found your way to his balls, slightly pulling at the small hairs there. Pinching and squeezing. His thighs shook, so you slapped them. They were another beautiful part of his body.

You continued pumping, up and down, steadily, then pulled him out. You could feel some pre-cum on your hands . . . even when you were torturing him he couldn’t control his biological reactions.

When he came up for the second time, he begged, “Please — I’m sorry, I’m sorry . . . Mercy, I can’t!”

His hair was wet, sticking to his forehead, and water was running down from his chin to his chest underneath the plain white shirt you had given him. His nipples were perked, probably from all the adrenaline, but you liked to think that it was because he was aroused. 

“You can and you will,” you growled. “Take it. Take it!”

+++

When you were finished with him, you took him back down to the basement, his cock hanging limp through the zipper area of his pants, and tossed him to the floor. Noticing one of the books you gifted him on the ground, you picked it up and threw it at him. It hit his leg, and within seconds, he passed out. 

You locked the door and left him like that for the next few days. No food, no water, no nothing. Through the camera you could see that he was barely moving. He only got up to use the toilet, but other than that, he was like a slug. It was on the third day that you decided to go down again and nourish him, otherwise he might die, and you didn't want that, not after all this hard work. 

ii.

Jonathan Crane was respected throughout the city of Gotham, a known and reputable psychiatrist amongst others in his field, as well as connected with higher elites who often funded his projects, his small passions. Never did he think he would ever end up in someone’s basement, that too the basement of a beauty. 

He had gotten into a car accident while pulling out of Akrham’s parking lot. It was a stupid mistake, not even his fault, really. The curb was so narrow and it was difficult to see past the line of trees whether another car was coming or not, and in his rush to get home, he went ahead without thinking and collided with a red Sedan.

No one was injured, but his car was beat up, and after getting it towed, he had to walk all the way to the nearest bus station (which was very far away, as the aslyum was rather secluded). It was cold, and he wasn’t dressed for this weather at all. He tried to take his mind off the temperature by looking at his watch, the tick-tick ticking, but when he finally got there, he found that the bus was not coming at all. It had been fifteen minutes, and nothing was there. The entire street was surprisingly empty for a city as busy as Gotham, with only the occasional patrol car driving past.

He was about ready to head to the subway — another long trek — when he saw someone else standing across the street. It was a woman, he could tell from the figure, but she was shrouded in darkness . . . Maybe she was waiting for the bus as well.

“Hey, excuse me, ma’am!” he shouted out, hoping not to startle her. He knew how women could get, all scared and skittish when they were alone. He understood. Crime rates were high, rape and theft were common. Even he was on his guard right now. 

“Yes?” the woman answered hesitantly. 

“Do you know when the bus will arrive?” Jonathan asked. “I’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes — the sign said it would arrive at seven.”

“I’m not sure,” she said. “I’m waiting for it as well. Do you mind if I cross?”

Jonathan hadn’t expected that, but agreed nonetheless. He found it a bit odd that she was waiting on the other side of the road, but figured that she might have only just arrived. When she crossed, the light of the street lamps hit her face and he was taken aback. She was awfully pretty — beautiful, in fact. She was looking at him with almost dazed eyes, a nervous expression upon her face. He couldn’t tell if she found him attractive, or if she was intimidated by him. Most people were. 

They had a short conversation that eventually ended. Jonathan would head down to the subway station, and the woman had opted to call her friend to pick her up. He was a little disappointed. She seemed interesting, and there was no harm in continuing their conversation, but he was also tired and in no mood to convince her to come along with him. 

He was about to leave when she asked him for his name. “Jonathan. Dr. Jonathan Crane,” he clarified.

“Jonathan,” she repeated. For a moment, he felt ill at ease. Maybe it was the reminder that he was in the middle of an empty street at night, or the way she looked at him as she repeated his name. He shook it off, he was just being silly. 

The woman gave him her name — your name, a nice name. He didn’t know what it was about you, but for the rest of the day you were on his mind. It was enough to make him mention you in his journal, mention with a flow of compliments that ranged from beautiful to almost sinister.

+++

Jonathan had always had a bit of a problem when it came to people. As a child he was ostracized and bullied for his gangly body, and in his adulthood, he had always come off as too unnerving for others. It probably didn’t help that he was arrogant and assuming, too. When it came to lovers, he could get quite obsessive, a problem that broke most of his relationships. Apparently no one liked it when their boyfriends were possessive.

He’d had a few affairs before, but nothing ever serious. He could never find someone he liked enough to marry. On the surface, he semed like the kind of guy that was more interested in his work than anything romantic, but in the end he had been raised with typical values, and as much as he tried to shake it off, he really felt like his path in life was to work, marry, have children, and then die.

When he was a kid his grandmother, Keeny, stressed upon him the importance of finding a good Christian wife. She must be a virgin, submissive, good-natured, and so on. He was sure she had already picked someone from their small town for him, because she was oddly pushy towards this one Church girl who liked to have ribbons in her braids (that was all he really remembered of her). Jonathan wondered what his grandmother thought of him now. Despite all the bad memories associated with her, he still sent letters with money every once in a while. She responded sometimes, mostly with pleas for him to come back, but he never paid them any mind. He was done with her and Georgia. 

In his mind, his ideal wife would be an intellectual just like him. Preferably smart, but not as smart as him, who was just as clingy as he was, who understood and could care for him, and who was perhaps a little more on the dominant side. He was always embarrassed with the fact that he liked dominant women, but wasn’t going to let that stop him from finding one, or at least, hoping one would find him.

“So, you’re opening yourself up to new relationships,” his therapist, Dr. Taylor Smith said, an encouraging smile on her face. Jonathan had been with her for years, and while they were strictly professional, Jonathan couldn’t help but be slightly attached to her. It was what happened when someone gave him even the slightest ounce of affection.

“I suppose so,” Jonathan responded, not knowing what else to say.

“If you’re ready for it, I think you should go out and start talking to people,” Smith suggested. “You have a lot of colleagues, you could start there.”

Jonathan frowned. “They’ve stopped asking me to lunches.”

“Because you decline all the time?”

“Probably.”

“Then why don’t you ask them first?”

Jonathan frowned again. “I’d rather not.”

Smith gave a knowing look. “And how do you suppose to meet people, then?”

Jonathan didn’t want to answer. He knew he was being silly, but he just didn’t want to be the one to make the first move. Eventually someone would come along and ask him out, right? He just had to wait a little . . . Perhaps he could loiter around some bookstores or near the lectures he attended so he could meet a woman who was like-minded.

“Look,” Smith said, intertwining her hands. “Before we meet again next week, I want you to have made an effort towards a relationship. Friendship would be a good start.”

“I have friends. Harleen is — fine,” Jonathan relented, after seeing the glare his therapist was giving. “I’ll do that. It’ll be my homework,” he joked, but on the inside he was thoroughly annoyed.

+++

Jonathan’s first idea was to go to a coffee shop. He had been starved for some caffeine and decided that instead of making one at home he could go out and get one. He parked his car in a nearby garage and walked over to a local shop. It had a long line of impatient-looking people, moody, too, at that.

He took his place in line, inhaling the sweet aroma of the atmosphere. A few people were working, typing away at their laptops, while others were with their friends or family or partners. He tried to look as casual as possible, sweeping his hair over his forehead every once in a while, but then he stopped, feeling stupid.

He felt like a kid back in highschool trying to get a girl’s attention. Everyone here was either already with someone or rushing to get out. It was a dumb idea. He’d just get his coffee and leave.

Maybe he could just ask his coworkers at the asylum. They were nice enough, and it would probably do good on his work relationships if he made an effort on them.

When he got to the counter he ordered a small latte and went on his way, but after turning the corner he bumped into someone. They were holding a cup of coffee — from the same cafe he just went to. The cap, which must not have been applied properly, fell to the ground, and all the hot, brown liquid splashed onto both him and . . . and . . . the lady from the bus station?

Jonathan hissed at the burning sensation, but restrained himself from letting out a small scream. A few people stopped and turned to look at them. A few of them in pity, others stifling their giggles, while one man offered to go get some napkins.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” the woman — you — said, grabbing some napkins from the man and wiping your blouse off.

Jonathan glared.

“What is wrong with you?” he sneered, his face contorted in controlled disgust. “Are you stalking me?”

“What? I don’t — look, I’m really sorry, sir,” you fervently apologized, which made Jonathan feel a bit bad. “Here — some napkins — ”

“ — Don’t bother,” Jonathan said, looking down at his suit, though his tone was a bit softer. 

There was a moment of silence. Jonathan admired your features for those few moments, and thought back to how he wrote about you in his journal. His cheeks flushed a light pink at the memory. Imagine what would happen if you found out . . .

“Aren’t you going to say sorry, too?”

Jonathan sighed, getting annoyed again. “I’m sorry,” but it was sarcastic. 

“I want to hear a genuine apology,” you said, but before Jonathan could say anything, you continued, “That or . . . you buy me another cup of coffee and we go our separate ways.”

Jonathan was caught off guard, but he realized that it was the perfect opportunity to do what he came here for: make a friend. And she was so obviously flirting. 

“Alright. But we’ll be quick. I have to change.”

You chuckled. “Okay, okay.”

You both walked back to the coffee shop, standing in line as you looked over the menu. Jonathan wondered what to say.

“It’s quite the coincidence, don’t you think?” he said, feeling sticky as his dress shirt stuck to his skin. “We meet at the bus station, then here . . .”

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused.

Jonathan couldn’t believe that you didn’t remember. “I introduced myself to you. Dr. Jonathan Crane. And you told me your name.”

You thought for a moment, eyes dazed for a few seconds, but when you looked back at him you shook your head. “I-I suppose you look familiar, but I don’t really remember . . . I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that’s alright.”

Eventually, you both got up to the front. You ordered another coffee and Jonathan paid with his card. This time, he made sure your lid was secured on properly. When he got out of the cafe for the second time that day, he felt disappointed that he had to leave you again.

At the bus station he had let you go, and was he about to do the same thing here? No. He would try, shoot his chance. If it didn't work, so what? He would get over it.

“I can walk you back to your car,” Jonathan offered, taking a sip of his coffee, which thankfully he didn’t drop when he bumped into you. 

“I don’t want to bother you,” you said, shaking your head. “It’s all the way down the road.”

“I insist,” he said. 

You smiled. It was such a sweet smile, Jonathan wished he could igraine the memory into his mind forever. 

“What do you do for work?” he asked, trying to make light conversation.

“Real estate,” you responded. “You?”

“I’m a psychiatrist . . .”

He didn’t mention the fact that he worked at Arkham. It was infamous in Gotham, and not that great of a conversation starter. Jonathan didn’t want this to turn into an interview about what it’s like to work there, how the patients were, and so on.

When you and Jonathan reached your car, he felt that odd sense of dread again. He was near a closed-off area behind a shop. It was one of those places that had parking lots for behind a store, and was shaped almost like a square. The shop was closed, and there was only one car in the area — presumably yours.

“Sorry,” you apologized with a laugh after seeing the look on his face. “There was no parking nearby. I’m actually kind of glad you walked me . . . it’s a little scary all by myself.”

“It’s fine. I understand,” Jonathan said with a shrug, ignoring his instincts. He walked you to the car, and before he knew what was happening, he was knocked out. 

+++

The chains clinked against the others in the link, the cuffs tugging against Jonathan Crane’s skin, pulled so hard it restricted the blood flow. It was only then he stopped, and let a defeated sigh escape his lips. His head leaned against the wall and his posture slumped. Since he woke up he had been trying to get out of this place — out of this basement, it looked to be. His thoughts flooded his head a million times, and it was impossible for him to produce a semblance of coherent thinking. He begged his brain to stop working, to just be quiet for a moment so he could control his emotions and focus, but it wouldn’t. It left him tired and confused and scared.

What happened to me?

Why am I here?

Was that woman responsible for this? Did she kidnap me? Oh god, she kidnapped me.

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

People are going to notice I’m missing. The police will come for me, I’ll be fine.

No they won’t. It’s Gotham, no one will do anything about it.

Jonathan squeezed his eyes shut. Stop it. Stop thinking.

After a while, he got his thoughts to quiet, but before he could be rational, the padlock clicked and the door opened. He backed into a corner — well, as far as his binding would let him, and his suspicions were confirmed.

It was you. You were his captor. His doom.

You placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of him. Cinnamon and honey filled the air. It had little pieces of apple cut up, and even some chocolate chips on the side. It was absolutely heavenly, and Jonathan could feel his mouth water at just the sight of it. He restrained himself, however. He was not that hungry, at least not yet, and he couldn’t be sure it wasn’t poisioned. 

“I’m not eating that.”

Frowning, you bent down to his level. “It's not poisoned, you know that.”

Jonathan did know that. He was smart enough to realize that a person wouldn’t go through all the effort of bringing him here, only to poison him. 

“Are you in love with me?” he asked next.

“Why do you ask?” you said instead. Avoiding the question.

“Your eyes are always dilated, you can’t keep them off of me. Not at the bus station, the coffee shop.” He paused. “You’re sick. I’m not in love with you. Whatever fantasy you have is not real.”

“You may not be in love with me now, but you will be soon.”

Was it wrong that for a moment Jonathan felt nice? In all his life, he never had someone care for him, but here, someone had gone through the effort of kidnapping him just to be with him. He felt stupid for thinking like that. This wasn’t some story, it was reality, and in reality, you didn’t actually love him. You were obsessed. Obsessed . . . Was he that incapable of being loved that people had to either hate him or obsess over him like an object? Was there no in-between? 

There were a few more words exchanged. You brushed your fingers against his skin, and though he pulled away, he couldn’t deny the affection rising within him. No one had ever touched him this gently before, this kindly.

You left, leaving Jonathan alone in the cold, dark room. After a few moments of hesitation, he reached for the bowl, and began eating.

+++

A few weeks had passed by. Jonathan couldn’t tell if the weather outside had begun to turn warm, or if it was still as cold as the last time he saw it. He never knew what time it was unless you came down with food, and even then, he was probably a couple of hours off. As he spent time in that basement, searching for a way out, he felt a sense of desperate hopelessness creep onto him. Would he ever make it out alive?

He couldn’t believe that he was even in this situation. After insulting you and calling you names, he resorted to fervent begging, but even that wasn’t enough to make you let him go. In your delusion you had made his life a misery. He couldn’t keep living in your basement like some sort of pet, forced to bathe in front of you and constantly monitored by cameras.

Maybe Jonathan would have liked you better if you actually gave him a nice room to sleep in. Or if you made something other than acai bowls and fruit smoothies all the time.

He could see it in your eyes that you truly believed you loved him, and it made him feel scared. While he overviewed cases like this and met people with the same mentality to kidnap and stalk, he still didn’t know what to do. In a part of his brain, he thought that maybe you weren’t so bad and that you could have been torturing him right now, but instead was being kind and thoughtful. 

You tried to apply cream to his bruised wrists, and you didn’t even scold him for trying to get out of the handcuffs. He made it a difficult process, but it was because he was afraid. He had never been touched like that before. You were making him feel all sorts of things — anger, confusion, fear. 

It didn’t help when you brought down a present for him. A book on chemistry, and another on psychology. It was wrapped in a box, which was wrapped in a light-blue color. Why were you so sweet? In all his years, he had never gotten a present as meaningful as this. His heart had wrenched uncomfortably, and he had to remind himself who you were, what type of person you were.

Maybe if he used this book to hit you over the head with, it would knock you out and he could escape. He could use it to break the chains, too. They were hardcover, and th

———

(I stopped writing here.)

The rest of this section was just going to be through Jonathan’s perspective.

iii.

You opened the door hesitantly, a wave of guilt flooding your body. Jonathan lay there on the floor, beaten and bruised, shivering in a corner even though he had a blanket around him. He didn’t smell good, but you expected it to be worse, so you took it as a sign that things could still be salvaged.

———

(I stopped writing here).

Jonathan is passed out, barely able to move. For the next few days, you nurse him back to health. You clean him, feed him, and give him better clothing. He doesn’t fight back. Slowly, he starts to accept his new environment and you upgrade him to a guest bedroom, but you still lock the doors and windows so he can’t escape.

The police officer comes back to flirt. You’re annoyed, but you know you need him for info. The police officer starts to get suspicious, and out of fear he’ll do something, you murder him. The murder is sort of the climax of the story.

After that whole ordeal, Jonathan has been completely conditioned by you, but the ending is open-ended. “The Doll’s Burial” is meant to represent a burial of his true self, replaced by a version you created, or, his actual death. It depends on you — do you get bored of him, is it truly an obsession? Or do you truly love him, and are willing to spend your whole life as his wife?

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[psychelis-new]

hi, lys. how are you doing? i hope everything’s fine

i was wondering if you could help me figure something out, of course if you feel like it. so, some days ago i saw/ heard a future date in my dream and these days i’ve been searching for interpretations, trying to understand what was shown to me. considering i have no personal connection ( birthday, anniversary, etc) to this date i wondered if it could be a future prediction or something like that, but as you know dreams can be cryptic and symbolic so i’m not exactly sure. the thing is that the person in my dream ( i could only hear their voice) was so loud, almost shouting it and they gave me angel number as well. have you ever had a similar experience, could you please share your thoughts on it? thank you very much :)

Hey! Happy to hear from you. I'm trying to work on myself at this moment, I hope you're doing good. :)

As you said, dreams can carry different meanings and reasons (some totally just help us relax and nothing else) and honestly dates and angel numbers can carry a message but it may not always be related per se to the images you're having/people you're with/things you're experiencing in your dream as they are. It more often relates with the feeling you may be experiencing (and you may even not be there yet in your waking life, or at least not totally). But ofc, I'm not saying it could have not been your ancestor/guide trying to contact you and telling you about something specific. It totally could, I cannot be sure.

Let me give you a couple of examples. I remember having had a dream and someone telling me to keep strong because after a certain date (that honestly I could even relate to someone's bday in my waking life but ig it was just a coincidence), a certain stressful situation would have changed. Now, that situation I was dreaming about, something that back then was causing me some stress in my waking life as well (despite in a different measure ofc), didn't change after that date. At all. Not one bit. It's occasionally still here tbh. But another source of inner stress I had, probably even worse if I have to say, did change after that date. I also had other dreams in the following weeks, especially a bunch of even more accurate premonitory dreams one after the other (I already mentioned that ig, all of them were about me being helped by a blonde woman), that guided me to make a decision, take a certain action and gain more peace (exactly as all those dreams predicted). I imagine that the stressful situation I dreamt of at first, was simply a pretext for my subconscious to talk with me openly about how much stress I was accumulating (despite most of it was originating not from this "clearer"/more tangible source but from another, a more inner/mental one) and to tell me "calm down, it'll go well, listen to me".

Another time, not long ago, someone in my family dreamt of being awaken at night by a phonecall (around 3 am, if I remember well) from their parent telling them that they were there outside in the dark but to not worry cause someone was coming to pick them up. Being this person someone who left the 3d not long ago (and seen the timing), I considered this as a "Don't worry I'm okay, I'm not alone" direct message to their child (the story is longer and more complex, but still...).

So yes we can get direct messages from the 5d. And yes, we do get future predictions thorugh our dreams, and we also do get guidance about it so that we can make the right choices in our waking life to get there. But the most important thing imo, is to not stress over any detail that is not clear or try to find a reason or a meaning, cause other dreams will come if we need to really know about anything. I'm sure you'll get more infos/downloads/guidance through other dreams as time approaches and maybe as you grow more fond of a specific emotion/feeling. As for angel numbers, same thing: feel free to randomly check a bunch of meaning of this angel number (even just reading the first lines you see in your research page without clicking anywhere -I generally do this way) or to try and notice if you happen to see it around you more often from now on (without stressing or searching voluntarily for it ofc). It may guide you somewhere or give you more clarity, but if it doesn't... let it go. What you need to know, will come to you when you need.

(BTW, that date I dreamt of... I had forgotten about it and realized it was connected to the date I started feeling better after being helped by a blonde woman only like... now. So yeah, let things go their way, it'll go well anyway).

Best of lucks!

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

Hey! Can you answer 🏥 for the Jensen lore, specifically more about book 2 and the way you imagine the attack and the aftermath of it if you were to write it

ah yes and ty!!

funny thing, the second chapter of my most recent fic (that i should be releasing tonight if i can clean it up well enough) actually addresses a lot of this

ig the lore would be that jensen honestly wasnt as impacted by it as most would be

for many, many years, he never really thought hed make it that far. like making it past 20-25 was honestly a miracle for him. he never really thought hed be in a good or stable place ever, so planning for the future was never on his mind. to make it as far as he did was an accomplishment enough for him, so if it ended, he was just thankful for what he got up to that point (edenbrook always felt too good to be true for him, so to have that happened felt inevitable)

also, hes been in therapy on and off for a very long time. while a lot of the things he tackles doesnt exactly have to do w his trauma (its mostly been exposure therapy and generally working on his ocd), hes still built a lot of decent coping mechanisms in the process. he was able to move on from the chemical attack much faster than most would because he was able to accept it, process it, and keep pushing

as for the aftermath, he goes through what he needs to before getting back to his routine. it gets to him every once and a while, and he was grateful for the couple weeks off (most of his time spent with aliyah as she came to visit and take care of him), but he was ready to get back to work and his normal routine pretty quickly

[cherryobx]

Environmentalists//Kiara Carrera x reader

request:

summary: You are an environmentalist who moves to the Outer Banks. When Kiara hears about you, she knows she has to meet you.

warnings: language (1 word lol), fluff, kissing ig

WC: 1,7k

(not my gif, creds to the owner!!!)

You had been planning on moving for a while now. You wanted a quieter life away from big cities and cars honking every two seconds. You hated it. You absolutely hated it. You had known since you were a little girl that this wasn't the life for you.

You were luckily quite wealthy and you had enough money to start a new life somewhere else. When you talked to your parents about moving, they were very supportive of the idea. You told them about where you wanted to move and that you wanted to build your own house there. You had enough money so why not.

So, you quit your job in the city, packed most of your belongings with you and moved to the Outer Banks. Kildare to be specific. The decision to move there wasn’t hard. You had visited the place a few years back and you fell in love with it. It was the most beautiful place to you in the whole world.

When you first arrived there you checked out the property you had bought. The work there had already begun and the fundamentals of the house were already there. It was a good idea to start the process of building before you had even arrived. Your dad had helped you hire a group of people who knew what they were doing but you wanted to hire a few locals as well.

The one thing you decided on was that you wanted to stay on your property while it was being built. So, you rented yourself a caravan to live in.

When JJ and John B saw that there was a really good job opportunity, they decided to take it. The place they needed to work at wasn’t even far away from the chateau so it was the perfect job for them.

“Hey! You’re JJ and John B, right?” you asked the two boys who were walking up to you. They both gave you a confirming nod.

“Yay, I remembered your names,” you giggled. “So the guys are already working over there,” you pointed towards them, “so go over there and ask them what you have to do. And if you want to drink some water or eat some snacks, I set up a table for you all as well. If you have any questions I’ll be in that caravan.”

John B and JJ gave each other a look. It was their first day, they hadn’t even done anything yet, but you were being so unbelievably nice to them. It was something new for them since their other bosses in the past had treated them like shit.

A few months passed and the house was coming together. You had some finishing touches you still needed though. Like solar panels.

You were an environmentalist and doing everything in your power to change the world for the better. But it was hard because humanity had already done so much damage that it was really hard to make anything happen. However, you really tried. Change happens with one person at a time - a sentence you liked to live by.

“Yes, just put them over there for now. We’ll deal with them on Monday. It’s too late anyways. Go home, get some sleep.” You stood by and gave orders as the builders carried the panels one by one. Once they were finished, everyone went home.

“How does she have that much money though? That’s my question,” JJ said, opening the fridge and taking out two bottles of beer, offering one to his friend.

“Her parents are probably rich.” John B shrugged as he took the beer from JJ and popped the cap off.

“Yeah, but like solar panels?”

“What solar panels?” Kie asked as she walked into the kitchen. It was Friday night. That’s when they got together with the pogues to just drink and hang out. Pope was on his way as well.

She hopped onto one of the counters, very interested in the answer that was about to come. “You know that girl who moved here a few months back, our boss?”

“You mean the one who’s building her own house?”

“Yeah, her. She bought solar panels and they arrived today. We’re setting them up on Monday.” Suddenly Kie became very fascinated by her friends’ boss.

“What is she like?” she asked.

“Really nice. The best boss ever, for sure,” JJ said, taking a swig from his bottle.

John B continued. “Umm she’s a few years older than us. Sometimes she sits close where we are, watches us work and just talks to us. She’s an environmentalist, so the house we’re building is really energy efficient. And yes, she’s the best boss. She pays us generously and we get the right amount of breaks. She even gets us snacks and water. I don’t really know, that’s about it.”

“She sounds really cool. Can I come with you on Monday?” Kie asked, a hopeful look on her face. As soon as John B said that you were an environmentalist she knew she had to meet you. There weren’t many girls like you on the island. Plus, you seemed to be super awesome. She could use someone like you in her life.

“Uhh I don’t know.” John B looked at JJ and he looked back at him smirking. “Kie, you haven’t even met her and you’re already crushing on her.”

Kie rolled her eyes. “Ugh, shut up. Can I come or not?”

They agreed, so on Monday Kiara walked to work with them. She was nervous to say the least. JJ had been right. She hadn’t even seen or met you but she was already hooked. She had fixed her hair at least 10 times before getting there.

“Calm down, Kie,” JJ chuckled, patting Kie on the back.

Then she saw you and she swore her heart stopped beating for a second. You were nothing like she had imagined. You were even more beautiful. She loved the way your hair was moving in the light morning breeze or how you smiled and gestured with your hands as you were talking to your employees. It was like your smile was brighter than the sun. She was so invested in watching you, she almost tripped.

To her luck, JJ caught her just in time. “Relax, Romeo.”

As they walked closer, you finally noticed them coming towards you. You were a bit confused, seeing a girl with them. You smiled and waved at them. They waved back.

“Good morning, John B and JJ!”

“Good morning!” The boys said in unison, making you laugh.

“And who are you?” you turned to Kiara with a warm simile. “I’m Kiara,” she introduced herself, offering you a hand to shake which you did.

“I’m Y/N.” Kiara smiled as she repeated your name under her breath.

“Well, we better go...you know...do some work and stuff.” JJ and John B ran off as you and Kiara stayed back.

“So, what brings you here today?” you asked.

“Umm, I’m friends with John B and JJ and they told me a little about you. They told me that you are an environmentalist?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Me too! When they told me about you I knew I had to meet you. There aren’t many activists around here so…”

“They told you about me?”

“Yeah. I heard them talking about some solar panels and then it led to the conversation about you. They told me great things about you.”

You and Kiara talked for almost an hour before she asked if you’d been to her parents' restaurant. You told her that you hadn’t.

“Well, I can take you there if you’d like to.” She was really hoping that you want to.

“Sure, I haven’t had breakfast yet anyway.”

You grabbed your bike and told Kie to sit on the rack of your bicycle. You didn’t have a car and the reason was simple. You didn’t need one. Why buy a car and waste money on gas (which is harmful to the environment) when you could just use your bicycle to get around. The island wasn’t that huge.

Kie was hesitant at first but you told her that you’d get there quicker. Then she finally agreed to get on the bike. “Wrap your arms around me.” Kie’s heart started beating faster as she did so. You were so close to each other now.

You two rode to the Wreck in about 20 minutes. The silence was comfortable around you two. It was like you’d known each other for years. In reality, it’d been an hour. Well, that’s probably what it was like to meet someone you’re so similar to, someone you connect with.

After eating, Kie took you to her favourite places on the island. You two spent the entire day together. You really liked her. She had this specific energy that matched yours. You felt like you had found the one.

The day ended with you two sitting on the edge of a dock, watching the sunset. You leaned closer to Kie and rested your head on her shoulder. It was a beautiful moment. A one you were sure you’d cherish forever.

Kie smiled. She was happy. Like really happy. She hadn’t felt like this in a while. She liked you as well and really hoped that the feelings were mutual. It was a once-in-a-lifetime thing to find a person you liked like this. She had known you for only a day but she could imagine a future with you.

So when you rose your head to look at Kie, she shot her shot.

She pressed her lips against yours and gave you a short and sweet kiss that left her wanting more now once she’d tasted your lips.

When she pulled away, you had a shocked expression on your face. You weren’t expecting that. But you liked the butterflies it gave you.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry. I thought-”

You shut her up by kissing her again, but this time deeper. The butterflies in your belly flew at a rapid speed as your lips moved against each other. She placed her hand on your cheek to pull you in even closer.

The kiss ended when you ran out of air and needed a breath. Your foreheads rested against each other as you were catching your breath.

This felt right. All of it. You couldn’t wait for what destiny had planned for you two.

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Hey Meg, sorry to bother you! I was wondering if you had some fun facts about the gang that didn’t make it into your fics? Like any habits or pet peeves?

Hi! You’re totally not bothering me, don’t worry. Yes, I have loads, and tbf they’ll probably just end up appearing in future stuff, but here’s a fun rundown of the first things that come to mind:

Bobby: huge oral fixation, honestly hes always northern English in my head but that’s because I am but also the energy just fits, pretty good at languages just doesn’t enjoy them, amazing at organic chemistry and mechanisms, really not a fan of the more physics-y side of physical chemistry, hates transition metals and how coloured complexes work, not good at mental maths but good with

Reggie: massive issues with talking about his problems with therapists or intervening with Luke and Alex because his parents would use him as a mediator and a go between and he doesn’t want to be to other people what they were to him, or get caught up in the middle again. Super great at mental maths, specifically loves trig and geometry, pythag was his absolute jam and 3D trig was his favourite thing ever

Luke: huge guilt complex because of how things were left with Emily, but very bad with being blamed for things because Emily pinned their relationship breakdown on his lack of ability to put music aside instead of her own inability to understand her son and at least compromise. Vibes incredibly hard with creative writing but would rather die than analysise a poem or play

Alex: idk why but I always just wanna have him holding a creepy crawly. He has the energy of a guy who would move worms off the pavement so they don’t get trodden on, and it’s very wholesome. I don’t think he has mum friend override for his anxiety but I do think he has older sibling override - couldn’t tell the waiter he messed up Reggie’s order but could and would square tf up with someone who called Bobby a racial slur. Has very Western Europe energy, but I vibe w both French and German Alex. I just no feel like was raised around alcohol but in the England’s-at-home-drinking-age-is-technically-five way not the alcoholism way yk

Julie: I think she picks up instruments super quickly but it’s the only think she’s super quick at. I think somewhere I have a draft where she’s trying to learn Spanish and it’s just not clicking and it annoys her a lot because she’s so good at picking up Latin music and the likes, and I think this translates to how she is with people - very quick at making friends and reflecting energy. I think I usually have her sarky around Alex and Bobby and softer with Reggie and Luke but I’ve never like explicitly said it ig

This is all for now before it gets too long but lemme know if you’d like more :)))

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Requests | Masterlist | My MC | Other

Requests :

I write sfw or fluff, nsfw, angst, drabbles, headcanons, and fics.

I write for all characters. Platonically for Luke. Please specify the characters. If unspecified I will automatically go with the brothers, and if it says undateables or just brothers I’ll write for all in the category.

If you want a fic for 2+ x MC I’m fine with that too.

I just don’t write about piss kinks or religious kinks. It makes me uncomfortable to think about. Other than that I’m probably kinkier than you do your worst.

If you don’t state gender, I’m going for GN. Even if it’s nsfw, twosome, threesome whatever.

Specify if it’s nsfw or sfw, or I’ll automatically write it as sfw. Whether you ask for a headcanon or fic.

If you do not specify hc or fic, I’ll write it in headcanon format.

I do matchups. I may not be the best at it, but I would love to attempt it if you’re willing to let me. 💗

I’m okay with inbox spam, don’t feel like you’re bothering me if you want to have two or more requests.

Requests are always open, meaning I’ll never close them. Just send in that ask. If for some reason I have a lot of requests they’ll still be open, but it may take me time to get to it. (I really don’t think I’ll get any but hey)

Optional form in other section at the bottom. Just to get a rough idea.

Masterlist

SFW - ☁︎ | NSFW - 💕 | ANGST - ⚡️ |

I will specify if it’s a hc, matchup, fic etc next to the name. I still do not know how to link stuff on tumblr without it being giant and inconvenient, so until then I’ll just write what I’ve written, you can find under the “obey me” tag when searching my profile.

GN!MC using the brother’s horns for stupid reasons - ☁︎ HEADCANON

GN!MC using the royal’s horns for stupid reasons - ☁︎ HEADCANON

Brothers react to finding out GN!MC works in a rent-a-girlfriend business - ☁︎ HEADCANON

Brothers react to a F!VIRGIN!MC - 💕 HEADCANON

Brothers react to finding a GN!MC sleeping in their beds - ☁︎ HEADCANON

SUB!Mammon x F!Reader - 💕 FIC

DOM!Lucifer x F!Reader - 💕 FIC

BNHA AU : Brothers react to a QUIRKED!GN!MC - ☁︎ HEADCANON

Brothers react to a stressed out GN!MC - ☁︎⚡️ HEADCANON

Brothers react to GN!MC on the verge of tears but actually stubbed their toe - ☁︎ HEADCANON

Mammon, Satan, and Lucifer react to F!MC on their period - ☁︎ HEADCANON

Brothers react to F!Demigod!MC - ☁︎ HEADCANON

The boys, GN!MC, and the cat - ☁︎ HEADCANON

The cat miniseries - ☁️ BUFF CAT TAG

Brothers react to GN!MC being distant...? - ☁️ HEADCANON

Brothers react to a GN!MC that does self-harm - ⚡️☁️ HEADCANON

Brothers react to accidentally finding F!MC masturbating - 💕 HEADCANON

Simeon comforting GN!PTSD!MC - ⚡️☁️ HEADCANON

TBA

WORKING ON - based on asked first (unless a fic, let me catch up due to classes. requests are always open, though!) ->

Brothers react to GN!MC breaking up with them - ⚡️ HEADCANON

Brothers react to GN!TEASE!MC - ☁️ HEADCANON

Undateables reaction to DEMIGOD!GN!MC - ☁︎ HEADCANON

Beel x GN!MC cooking - ☁︎ FIC

Lucifer x GN!MC x Mammon - ⚡️ FIC + different endings

Solomon x F!MC where he subtly hits on MC - ☁︎ FIC

SUB!Solomon x DOM!MC - 💞 FIC

MHA!AU Izuku!MC - ☁︎ FIC

Solomon x F!MC - ⚡️ FIC + “It didn’t have to be like this” prompt

PROTECTIVE!Levi x F!MC - ☁︎

My MC profile - PERSONAL PROFILE

Domestic headcanons - ☁︎ HEADCANON

Levi x GN!Reader - 💕 FIC

My MC

I don’t really have much other than a digital sketch I did and a picrew of him, but he’s basically a spoiled bottom. He has been spoiled by his big half-brother his near entire life, and was so confused on how human functions when he came to devildom. Like he sees Solomon cooking and he’s like wow humans actually do that food doesn’t just appear?? Or we can’t just eat the freshly grown fruit from your trees?? Also surprised clothes don’t just appear and you need to SHOP because his brother just told him what to wear and bought him outfits.

Yes I’m putting MCtober stuff here too. He obviously has dyed pink stripes in his hair but he’s just like it’s 100% natural and when it fades he’s like?? My hair is disappearing? Very stupid. He was also originally being helped by Mammon but my MC was beyond help that Satan had to teach him common knowledge and he’s just like woah!! :oo so smart!! Maybe smart enough to rival my big brother!!

Made a pact with Satan (first) because it pissed off Lucifer than a dumb human made a pact with his brother. He didn’t know what a pact was and was like since you helped me I’ll help you!!

Asmodeous (second) is the only other brother to be in a pact with my MC. My MC is a big moron who didn’t know about shopping but looks extremely cute, so Asmodeous obviously played dress up with him. Eventually they got into a pact (my mc still does not understand what it exactly is) and now he spends a lot of time with him.

His sleeves are just sleeves...;; like literally they are sleeves. No shirt. It’s like whack. Inside the sleeves at the middle is a band that he puts his hands through and tightens, and the sleeves just stay upright and no one knows how that genuinely works or where he/his big brother had bought it- but he’s very fond of them.

He’s also a social media user to Asmo’s degree- he’s constantly on it and has near six phones and can use them quickly. He may be dumb about life, but he knows about deviltube and devilgram. Might make a general MC introduction post idk;;

Other

If I have anything else in the future I’ll put it here ig. Like if I’m suddenly dying or going on a trip and can’t do requests immediately. Feel free to dm me. If you are curious about a request form : (OPTIONAL)

Prompt / kink : Your request + kinks if nsfw

Type : sfw/nsfw/ + angst if you want that

Format : Fic, Drabble, headcanon, matchup etc.

Characters : Specific or general (Brothers/Undatables/ Brothers+Undateables)

Gender : Male/Female (Unspecified is automatically gender neutral)

Examples :

Could I get domestic sfw hc of the undateables?? GN please!

MC who threatens to throw the next person who bothers them out the window ?? Sfw hc! For the bros.

Could you do a Asmo x M!MC x Solomon? Maybe after a night out at the club they’re all bothered and hook up with each other? Nsfw fic!

Can I have a matchup? I’m 19/F/British and my favorite color is blue! I like reading and participating in my school drama club and some additional facts are.. you get the jist

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Final Thoughts on Episode 11

that episode showed a lot.

i was very happy to get more content of our girls. seeing the main six in action again was a pleasant surprise and i’m happy that they still involved amaya enough, but didn’t push her past the focus of the main girls. that is nothing against amaya, btw. people would say they hate how amaya was getting more attention than the main six. while i can see what they mean, i wasn’t necessarily mad, considering we’ve known from the beginning that amaya was going to play a significant part in the series. but i get it because i still feel like we need a lot of development from the main girls, especially from the characters Poppy & Violet. but, they still kept amaya as a prominent character in this episode while still maintaining focus on the main six. i love that.

i literally called that we would be getting a violet drama arc. i’m surprised it was so short lived, and it didn’t exactly go the way i wished. the way they went about it was.. well... interesting. i cant say i’m mad and it’s not horrible. i guess i just had this whole headcanon type theory involving Karma that would be a development arc for Violet lol. anyway. i’m just going to say this: Violet got what she deserved. now she didn’t necessarily deserve the be humiliated throughout the school, and especially having those who she looks up to the most (the A’s) run up to her and mock her. but... sometimes... if someone doesn’t understand another person’s feelings or perspective... it takes experiencing yourself to understand. it was obvious that violet did not know what she did was bad. she was too caught up in the fact that she was going viral! that’s... sad, actually, but it makes sense with her character. she’s already the self-centered diva that was advertised to us from before the series even began.

now whether or not you agree with bella being kicked out, i think it’s fair to say that the rule that she got kicked out for is dumb. it was a rule that was never even stated from the beginning. it’s a major plothole? and i feel like it was a rule they brought in specifically for the arc of bella getting kicked out. before episode 7, we knew bella was a rule breaker. they had finally released the series 2 character bios and we saw Bella was labelled as someone who is so determined that she would break a rule if she sees fit. which is what we saw happen in episode seven. technically, yes, she knew about the rule. yes, she knew that the decision she made could’ve put her in serious trouble. and she was rightfully kicked out. but if you think about the RH school itself? it’s like— majorly messed up lol. the thing that makes that rule a plot hole is that 1. how does bella not get to take a photo of a drawing she made but the girls get to take selfies and post on social media and record vlogs of their everyday lives? yeah, they have wavers they sign, but that still contrasts to the rule. plus, it’s a little unfair. it sounds a lot like a company that if you make the work at RH, then the work belongs to RH. that’s how companies work. then you go into the backstory of Amaya replacing Bella.. and well... that’s a whole other story.

anyway. regardless on whether or not you believe Bella was rightfully kicked out, you still have to think about how upsetting it is for hundreds and thousands of people to know you got expelled. they all saw her at her lowest moment, in shambles, basically losing everything she had and having to say her final goodbyes to her friends. that’s sad. and of course, Violet feels the need to record it. and like, i guess i get it. i, too, take videos and pictures of everything. i find kinship in that! but what i do not find kinship in is recording my friends during their drama & at their lowest and posting it all over social media. and i especially do not find kinship in ignoring the fact that it has upset that dear friend of mine. i don’t like that. i don’t like violet for that. but i want to like her. her character has mad potential. she has one of the strongest personalities in the series and she definitely has room to grow. that is why i wanted a development arc for her. ofc, it would’ve been short no matter what. i guess i just wished it could’ve at least extended into a second episode. but for now, i just hope the future episodes can properly display that violet has learned & grown from exploiting her friends.

now with jade & ruby, i don’t exactly agree with what they did. payback isn’t nice. it’s like fighting fire with fire... it’s not the best option. but like i said, it seems like it was the only thing that could’ve opened violet’s eyes to why it was hurting bella & upsetting the others so bad. luckily at the end, everyone realized their faults. jade and ruby felt guilty. ofc violet was upset. but luckily in the end, they made it out fine. the one thing that bothers me, though, is how they were comparing getting exploited from getting expelled from this elite school to... a video leaking around the campus of a girl vibing in her dorm? i mean. she signed her own waver. she agreed to herself getting recorded. plus she literally records everything and anything. we literally see her walking into the salon in episode 8 just recording amaya’s apology. it’s.. weird. but, i cant say i’m shocked, because we know violet as a dramatic character.

i don’t hate violet... i really don’t dnmdnd i feel bad for her and i WANT to like her. i WANTED this. i wanted to see her learn her lesson and learn how to be a better friend. i wanted a message alone the lines of stop recording everything and just live a little. i’ve seen several artists irl say that like hey, stop recording the concert and watching through your phone screen! put it down and just watch the view! it’s kind of a funky message ig but my point is, i just wanted violet to learn. but not only that, ruby & jade themselves got development. also, the parts of the other girls in this episode are another story, like the roles they planned.

violet is an interesting character. i know she cares! she just has difficulty showing it, and i understand. expressing care & emotions is hard. it’s hard to emotionally connect with your friends. and running a big social media platform is hard. it may be a bit of a drama channel (which i don’t like lol) but it is hard. i can say, though, she represents real life influencers verrryyyy well.

did i just analyze the episode & violet’s character? yes. am i ashamed? lowkey. but i’m just vibing and i hope nobody here on tumblr is going to get made fun of for sharing their enjoyment of this show.

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Requests (5/8/2021)

Hi lovelies! I just filled up the queue through May but I have a LOT of requests left. So I’m posting the remaining requests below! If you see your request here that means it’ll be posted in June at the earliest. If you don’t see your request it means it’s probably going to be posted in May (although I did delete two messages that weren’t “requests” as much as “demands”, messages that said, “Do this,” or, “Make that,” which I don’t respond to). There are some requests I addressed in a post on April 27th though that won’t be posted until June also so be sure to check that out. Thanks for the support lovelies! Hope you like what’s to cum. ;)

Anonymous said:

Could u do emma stone from amazing spider man i like her look from the 2nd one but its fine whichever u use

Yep! Second one it is. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi was wondering if you could do a caption of a superhero that is captured by their villain and turned into an evil hench woman thought about anne hathaway as cat woman if you could thanks love your captions btw

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Could you do a caption where a white guy gets turned into Kerry Washington. And becomes addicted to sleeping with black men? I was thinking of using the scene from little man where shes in bed after a night of "doing it". Can that be done or is that too graphic of a description?

I don’t think it’s too graphic? I’ve never seen Little Man (idk what it is tbh) but I googled “Kerry Washington Little Man” & found a pic I think works so I can do this.

Anonymous said:

I don't remember if I requested this already or not but could you do one of Haley atwell from captain america I was thinking like a super soldier test turns a guy into her but he then finds out that was the plan that the government wanted to make super sissies instead

You did not request it and I can do it!

Anonymous said:

Hi could you do a caption using Betsy brandt? Shes the aunt from breaking bad incase you didnt know I just think shes beautiful and hope you could do a caption for her idk what about maybe something about milfs thatd be good ig whatever you decide anyways thanks

I DO know who that is! And there have been quite a few MILF requests (as you’ll see) so all you MILF lovers will be happy going forward. :)

Anonymous said:

Hello first off big fan 2nd off im sorry if this is too much but I have abit of a list for ya if u can do these thats great if not its ok just sorry i know its alot.  Emma thompson(saving mr banks)  Sean young, (ace venture)  Rhea Pearlman, ( matilda)  Christina agulara( burlesque)   sigourney weaver, (alien or ghostbusters)   emma stone (cruela)  thank u there will be a part 2

Heres part 2 its just ones I dont really have any specific thing in mind.    Tia and Tamara. Idna menzel.   Adele.    Bonnie Tyler.    Ruby rose.    Sarah chalke.   Kristen schaal.  Melissa McCarthy.  Megan trainer.    Elizabeth gillies.   Like i said if u can great if not thats alright atleast u'll have some stocked up for a rainy day thanks again and sorry again

Hello im the one who gave the list of requests sorry once again I just wanted to further explain one of them the christina Aguilera from burlesque one to be specific I would like the one where she is wearing the bowler hat with the  loose frizz curls thats the only one I can think of to elaborate on the rest are up to u thanks again sorry again

Ok so this is A LOT of requests and in the future I would like to ask people to limit their requests to three celebs at a time, but I’ve never said that before so it wouldn’t be fair to the person who requested all these. So yes I can do these requests. The only one I won’t do is Sean Young from Ace Ventura because her character in Ace Ventura is really really transphobic (or, more specifically, how that character is written). And I can do that specific Christina Aguilera one. Also since this IS so many requests I’ll probably be sprinkling them in through instead of doing them all at once, & I already wrote an Elizabeth Gillies one coming out towards the end of May.

Anonymous said:

If possible could you do Elizabeth perkins as Wilma Flintstone I had the idea of it litterally being set in cave man times and depicting the forat instance of feminization, the first sissy, being of a weaker evolution and stuff causing the tribe to pick him as the tribes cave sissy

Oooo, sounds fun. Totally!

Anonymous said:

Could you do Marissa tomei? Was thinking hero type story by night hes a crime fighing vigilante by day She is a stay at home sissy wife waiting for hubby to get home to pleasure him

I can do this!

Anonymous said:

Could you try making one where a boy who’s always been short his entire life gets feminized by his friend? I was thinking someone like Skai Jackson would be great for this

Sure thing! I found one of Skai where she’s of age so I’ll use that. :) (I won’t use a GIF of here her though since most of them are from Jessie when she’s under 18)

Anonymous said:

I was wondering if you could do one about a college professor named Peter whose autocloset gets hacked by his students.  They transform and feminize him into a sexy latina milf so they have someone sexy to look at during class.  Actress of your choice, someone over 30 please.

Oooo, I’ve got the perfect celeb for this. ;)

Anonymous said:

Hi I actually have 3 u may have done them before but if u can thatd be great. 1 Natalie Portman (V for vendetta ) the little girl outfit with the pigtails I was thinking like a lost bet. 2 P!nk (beautiful trauma) the house wife look is so good.  3 Elizabeth olsen (wandavision) when shes in the bed wearing her costume like a morning after thing.  Thats all like I said if u can thank u love ur captions

Ah gotcha. I can do these!

Anonymous said:

Hi id like to start off by saying i love your captions. Was wondering if you could do one of Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Ramona flowers when she had Green hair as far as the story I dont really have anything other than green being the guys fav color idk hopefully you can do something with that anyways thank you for your time have a good one

I can work with this. :)

Anonymous said:

Hey I have a specific scene in mind its of kaley cuoco when she was on the big bang theory I dont remember the episode but its where shes sitting on the couch when her BF walks in and shes dressed in this purple lingerie and shes got her hair up its beautiful I was thinking if u could do a caption on that? Maybe like a roommates thing sorry I dont have enough info on the scene

I’VE HAD THIS IMAGE FOR SO LONG BUT COULDN’T THINK OF A STORY SO YES I CAN DO THIS! :D

Anonymous said:

Could u ro Lindsay sloane from bring it on I had to look up the name I just remember her as "Big red" what they called her in the movie

Yep! I love Bring it On. :)

Anonymous said:

Omg i love the Alex kingston caption u did recently whenever u get a chance could u do more River song captions also the billie piper one again whenever u get the chance

You got it. :)

Anonymous said:

Ok if you could i have an idea for a caption of a guy who wants to be internet famous but cant cut it as a guy so he pretends to be a lady on an onlyfans but doesnt show off anything too much then he gets surprised by his Male roommate who found out and his roommate blackmails him into making more "Private" videos to get cash I was thinking using meg turney if u could thanks

Sounds fun. Sure thing! :)

Anonymous said:

Hello I know you mightve done this one already but the one of Katy Perry from "Hey hey hey" music vid could u do another one from that still her with the blonde hair but when shes just waking up instead thank you

You bet!

Anonymous said:

I know you got alot of requests lately but if you dont mind one more could you do Drew Barrymore from Batman forever?

I had to double check how old she was in that but yes! I can do this. :)

Anonymous said:

I know I probably wont see this for awhile but if u could can u do a caption of debby ryan from jessie where she is dressed like a little kid and has her hair in pigtails? I was thinking like a babysitting gig gone wrong for the story like dress up goes too far or something anyawys thank u

Do you know what episode that’s from? I found the image and I think it looks great but I just want to make 100% sure that Jessie was an adult when she made it. If you know the episode feel free to message me & I can go ahead with it. :)

Anonymous said:

I have 3 if u could do them 1. Zazie beets  2. Zendaya  3. Tessa Thompson. Thats all thanks

I actually have Zazie Beets and Zendaya caps coming up before May ends, but you’ll get the Tessa Thompson one in June. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi could you do another caption tor jenna fischer from the office please?

Yep!

Anonymous said:

Could you do a cap where a teacher named Peter gets feminized into a latina housewife and use Marisol Nichols from Riverdale?  Can't ignore the MILFs.

Damn right you can’t! I’ll be sure to do this. :)

Anonymous said:

Addison Rae or Ariana Grande please

I’ll do both! :)

@tammyboy25 said:

Hi there! I was wondering if you could please do one where a sister or best girlfriend guilt trips a boy into being their maid of honor for her wedding? Bachelorette party, Dress shopping, getting their hair done, dancing with other boys at the reception are some ideas I had. Thank you so much either way!!!

Ooooo I love this! You got it sweetie. :)

Anonymous said:

Wow, I really loved the "From the Amazons" caption you did with Wonder Woman! Could you do something similar with a guy named Rene put into the body of a sluttfied superheroine?  Maybe Scarlet Witch/Wanda? Thanks!

“From the Amazons” has been getting a lot of love so thanks everyone! I can totally do this with an Elizabeth Olsen pic. :)

Anonymous said:

I'm not sure if youve seen falcon and the winter soldier yet but Erin kellyman who plays kharli in that is a relatively new actress so I could understand if you dont know her but if you do could you make a caption for her? Thank you

I actually do know who she is! I saw her in “Falcon & Winter Soldier” and Solo so I can totally do a cap with her. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi, yesterday I said how much I loved that Wonder Woman caption you did with Gakl Gadot. And I've since discovered the manips made by Saturdays24. My name is Rene, and I'd loved to be turned into a girl in one of his pics, particularly Taylor Swift! Thanks!

Sure thing! @saturdays24 gave me permission to use their stuff a few years ago so I can do any caps with their manips. :)

Anonymous said:

Can you please do Priyanka Chopra captions

Sure!

Anonymous said:

Can you do Lala Anthony captions. I am a big fan of her

Totally! (For some reason I can’t find a good GIF of her though)

Anonymous said:

Can you do a cap with the new Billie Eilish Vogue Pics? That would be so so amazing.

Anonymous said:

billie eilish or addison rae?

Anonymous said:

Hi I remember someone else asking for a billie eilish caption since she was of age now but it was still too recent to have any pics of her at the right age well now shes 19 and I just saw she was on the cover of vogue afew days ago ....would that work?

Don’t worry, a Billie Eilish cap from British Vogue is on the way! She is an adult now & so I can make caps with her. :) (Also to the person who asked about Addison Rae, like I said earlier I’ll make one for her too. :D)

Anonymous said:

I really liked ur newest caption of Kelly lebrock as a boss being spotted enfemme I was wondering if u could do a follow up to that one? Maybe with her from woman in red. Id just like to see the coworker confront the boss

I like that idea! Totally. :)

Anonymous said:

Could you do a caption with Jhene Aiko or Jenna Ortega? They’re both similar to me in body build so it would be pretty amazing to see them in a caption.

Jhene Aiko yes. Jenna Ortega MAYBE. Jenna Ortega only JUST turned 18 and that was during the COVID-19 pandemic so there aren’t going to be a lot of projects where she’s an adult to pull from. So if I can find something maybe otherwise you might just have to wait a bit. Sorry if that’s a bummer. :/

Anonymous said:

Can you do Nikita Dragun captions please?

I’ve no idea who this is, sorry.

Anonymous said:

Idk if u know the band pentatonix or not but if u do could u do a caption for Kirstin Maldonado they just came out with a music video for 90s medley and she is gorgeous in it much appreciated :)

I’ve actually done some Kristin Maldonado caps already so I can totally do another. :)

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@spickerzocker​ said:

hey there! just a heads up that i tried to click on the "why i don't ship" explanation link in your faq and it says that there is no post with that url/it's generally broken. also your "a conversation about recovery" thing is beautiful and hurts in the best way and i love it. have a nice day!

Yes, I intentionally took that link down awhile ago, and last night I went and updated some of the tabs on my blog. Here are my basic thoughts:

I wrote that link years and years ago, while I was first navigating the internet and while I was still figuring out important things about my own identity and opinions. I ran my blog differently back then, but by the end of the first few months, I knew I was uncomfortable with shipping. 

As people began to interact with me and my work, I told them over and over again no, I don’t want to talk about that, and I don’t want to write about it, and it makes me uncomfortable. I don’t think that was a common position to take at the time, so it wasn’t what people expected from me. 

During those years, I felt like I had to justify myself and give a valid explanation. I wrote that post explaining why I had that boundary, and I put it in a place where anyone could find it.

I said no when people asked, let them make jokes about it, and made jokes about it myself in response. As time went on I got more and more exasperated when I had to repeat myself. I wrote definite rules into my ask box, request tab, and FAQ. People still asked. I wrote it into my description. People still asked. 

The truth is yeah, there’s a pretty simple explanation for my discomfort. It makes sense. It’s easy to understand, and most folks think it’s a “good enough” reason to leave me alone. The difference between young-me and current-me is that I no longer feel the need to justify myself. 

None of y’all need to know why I set the boundaries that I set. My explanation isn’t relevant, and I’m not obligated to give it. I said no. That’s enough. 

I think a good number of folks remember my explanation from the past, and I don’t mind that at all. There may be a time where I talk about it again, in a more appropriate context, so I guess we’ll see.

That’s a lot of information in response to a very helpful ask. Thanks! The link is gone now, and I’m so pleased that you enjoyed the fic :)

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Anonymous said:

U suck

Kenza sent this anon as a joke. She’s right, and I thank her. 

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Anonymous said:

I'm a doctor and ive seen it all.....but the milk fic made me gag

Excellent

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@wingedskyes said:

Ah. Wait. I wasn't on anon....uhm. oh well. It's fine. I like milk and am not ashamed. 😆

I don’t think I received another message from you actually, but I too like milk and I’m glad we’re on the same page

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@thelittleredheadedmusician said:

To add to the milk discussions: my best friend from home and best friend from college have each finished a gallon a milk by themselves within 2 days.

I do that too, every once in awhile. When the milk craving hits it’s a gallon a day

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Anonymous said:

"TIM! POUR HIM. A GLASS OF M A L K!"

Hold on I have to google some things

Yeah this is funny

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Anonymous said:

I have read that milk fic three separate times and every time I’m laughing just as hard as Tim and dick by the end it’s just so excellently executed and builds so perfectly that by the time dick cracks I’m ready to go too and I just lose it it’s amazing I love it

Awww anon I’m so pleased :)

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@the-smartass-under-the-mountain said:

Just wanted to drop by and say your recent fic with Tim antagonizing Damian with increasingly outrageous milk concoctions had me giggling. It was so cute and refreshing to see Dick enjoying Tim's little prank. And Bruce's reaction to just... walk away was fantastic!

Thank you! I’m always so thrilled when y’all think the jokes hit

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@njtheboywonder​ said:

I havnt really enjoyed a fic in years, but i stopped to read ur fanfic with tim drinking milk just to fuck w dami amd it made me smile. Thanks, for writing it.

Oh that warms my heart <3

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@bruciewayneisbatman​ said:

Tim Is totally the guy who would drink ridiculous amounts of dalgona coffee to annoy damian, according to that fic.

Had to google that one, but I guess so huh

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Anonymous said:

(diff anon) but that birthday fic was so good oml and you have opened my eyes as to the batfam in quarantine this is such a Concept

We’re all here dying..... together...

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Anonymous said:

Happy birthday! 🎉 or belated! 🎂 thank you for being in the fandom. 😊

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Anonymous said:

To anon! Sorry. I forgot to add that! Anyway, thanks to them we get a lovely fic. I hope you have many more birthdays! 😊

Message for you anon

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Anonymous said:

Your writing gives off good vibes

Hear that guys I “passed my vibe check.” Is that what the youth say these days? I am an elder now and I do not know

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Anonymous said:

finding your blog while being relatively new to batman fandom is such a bliss. your batfam content especially is *chef's kiss* amazing.

Thank you my darling :) I’m glad you’re here

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Anonymous said:

Best line in a fic? Hard to pick just one, but this particular one from "Just Desserts" by fyeahbatmanandrobin on Tumblr is one of my faves: “Anyone else would be hard-pressed to provide the particular brand of excitement you bring to my life, Dami.”

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@noisypaintersong​ said:

For the line thing: "I don't doubt it. Bruce Wayne, the unexpectedly normal guy wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a superhero wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a fake socialite wrapped in a businessman wrapped in a secretive billionaire." He paused. "…You're the seven-layer burrito of Gotham," he pondered. - Barry to Bruce in 'Of Friends and Foes' by Paganpunk2 on FFN. It's one of the funniest things I've read someone say to Bruce LOL

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@kirakats​ submitted:

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Anonymous said:

“I do know that according to everyone else, there is no chance, no future, no universe where I stay a hero.” Describes my frustration with the way DC treats Damian so accurately. Let the kid be a hero dammit.

Thanks! That’s really helpful. I’ve got a decent answer to my question now. 

@kurawastaken​ submitted:

So this is Kenza retaliating against me for the milk fic. I very much hate tomatoes and specifically ketchup. This photo (1) is a nightmare and (2) fulfills its intended purpose.

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Anonymous said:

I love your blog!!!

And I love you 

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Anonymous said:

quick question: how do you think jason reconciles with the fam?? i think in the comics they kinda just reboot and now he’s on better terms. but like what conversations happened, yknow??? (you’re doin great work by the way, it rips out my heart but it’s great)

This is an amazing question, and I’ll be thinking about it for the next bit, I think. That would be a really interesting topic to explore in depth

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@angel-gidget​ said:

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first 10 people in your dash? Make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe!

Oh thank you for the hug <3

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Anonymous said:

I hadn’t been aware of that Memphis petition, but I live in Memphis too (Altho I know you said you just grew up there so you may not be living here currently haha) so ig I just wanted to say thanks for bringing it to my attention!

!!!

I’ve been in Texas for six years now, ever since I started school, but I’m still in and out of Memphis for family purposes. Love the trash heap of my birth 

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@damianwaynerocks​ said:

hey! any chance you know of any other dc heroes around damian’s age?

Sure! You could try Billy Batson, Jon Kent, or Maya Ducard

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Anonymous said:

hi! i don't know if it's okay to leave anons like these but ive been feeling down because my country has passed a bill that deprives us of lots of human rights freedom and i want you to know that i just found your blog through the damian/bruce + justice fic and it comforted me. im slowly going thru your works and so far they are all comforting. i love your stuff, thank you.

Philippines? I’ve heard some things, and I’m real sorry y’all’re going through that. I don’t know that there’s anything I could say about that to help, but I hope you’re finding joy somewhere

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@awesomeness-ofgaybitches​ said:

Tumblr hates you. The links in your bio and to your fic masterlist don't work on mobile. I'm sorry.

FUCK

[lizacstuff]

Bunch of anons about Carina and Roswell NM drama

Under the cut because it’s long and gossipy...

Anonymous said: Whatever nonsense Carina may have been up to with Jeanine and Nathan, both the leads have seemed to keep their private issues to themselves by not telling other cast or friends. That's why it angers me that the person who leaked the information disregarded Jeanine as a person and victim.

I’m of two minds on this.  On one hand I totally agree and I hate that Jeanine’s name was drug into this and her involvement was shared by the multiple inside sources, but on the other hand I do not like Carina, I think she was awful to work for, and I think it’s a good thing if it’s know in the industry that she created friction on set and was investigated by HR.  

She was so unprofessional, just from what we could see as fans, that she should NOT be put in charge of another show any time soon. So I think for the sake of people she will work with in the future, it’s a good thing it’s out there.  She has a whole lot of growing to do before she should ever work in television again. 

You make a good point about Jeanine and Nathan keeping their business to themselves.  Carina is out there over-sharing constantly, putting every neurosis on full display, and forcing half the cast to be out drinking and entertaining her on a regular basis. While those two, kept quiet and out of the spotlight. In interviews/panels they’ve both been completely professional, doing their jobs while also being charming, funny and eloquent.  

It was obvious to those of us watching closely that all was not well between J/N and Carina when the season started shooting. Carina was bitchier when she talked about them and those characters than she had been before, and J/N were nowhere to be seen in her braggy out-partyin’-with-my-cast IG stories and posts.  

As you say, it doesn’t look like J/N tried to drag any other cast or crew into whatever the issue was. I’m not sure the same can be said for Carina, that speaks volumes about the character of all involved. 

Anonymous said: I saw that abnormallyadam is doing a live social media thing with Jeanine and Vlamis soon. I guess we might get more information then and if Jeanine decides to say anything.

How hilarious would it be if Adam gets the scoop of a lifetime!?

I’m guessing this chat or whatever it is was set up before Jeanine and Vlamis knew the studio was going to swoop in and make their lives a whole lot better by firing Carina. So it will be interesting to see if it still happens on schedule or if it’s postponed for awhile.  

If it does go on, I think they will probably cover it really quickly and superficially like Vlamis did when he was schilling his merch the other night and then move on.  They won’t deep dive into it, that’s for sure. 

Anonymous said: Carina has been tweeting incessantly today! Like tweeting about other meaningless things won't make people forget lol. Also about that anon message you received about unfollowing nathan - wowwww she used to be up his butt.

Yes, remember the days when Carina used him as her social media crutch (every post she makes like that with a hot actor or country singer is basically her rampant insecurities saying: “hey look at the hot guy(s) who hang out with me and take pictures with me, it means I have value ya’ll!”) before she moved onto Trevino and then Vlamis.  So sad.   

They were clearly friends after The Originals and she invited him to audition.  I’m glad she did, he’s great in the role. Although it sounds like he was lucky that the President of the CW saw him and told her he was a leading man, since she didn’t see him as a lead. Sometime a friend’s preconceived notions might actually hold a person back... 

Who knows what happened, but just knowing human nature and Carina’s energy, I’ve always wondered if she thought she was going to have her friend on set and he was gonna be her social crutch, her go-to to entertain her and party with her, but right off the bat he and Jeanine got together so during the first season filming he wasn’t so much interested in the single, going-out partying lifestyle that she’s clearly addicted to and that rankled her a bit. Perhaps she lost her party buddy to her leading lady, and the loss of that attention “displeased” her. (to quote Kamran who said Carina told the writers to punish actors who displeased her by reducing their screen time. Interesting thought, no?)

Anonymous said: Well the interesting thing is some of the other people she follows don't post much either and she continues to follow them. Interesting interesting.

I know. She didn’t unfollow him because of that. That was definitely a show of cutting ties with him. It was probably in a fit of rage because she can’t unfollow Jeanine (because that would look terrible).  Also she has been so humiliated between being unceremoniously fired and losing her development deal with WB, the Hollywood Reporter article making her look terrible, and that writer spilling tea, that my guess is she’s hoping to shift focus to someone else and she knows unfollowing him will make us all wonder why. 

Anonymous said: Well shoot, maybe it was Nathan and not Jeanine who went to hr? And Carina found out? Or Nathan took the fall? Sorry I'm just going down a rabbit hole of conspiracy.

In my opinion there’s no reason to think those sources got it wrong. I would guess that Jeanine was involved, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t also involve Nathan.  Those two are a self-professed team, so no reason to think they wouldn't be in this instance as well. 

Anonymous said: Does this mean she'll unfollow Jeanine too??

I’m sure she wants to, but she can’t unless she wants to confirm that, yes, there was friction on the set and, yes, there was a specific problem with her leading lady.

Carina went out of her way to try and combat the “rumors” about her and Jeanine not getting along, addressing the situation in her goodbye post-- drawing more attention to it in the process-- so unfollowing her now would just make her look foolish and like everything she said was a lie and everything from the inside sources is true.  

Anonymous said: Carina will definitely do something stupid. She can't help herself. But even though there's no reason to follow Nathan, he's been inactive on Twitter for over a year and for her to unfriend now during this drama and mess...how is that a coincidence?

As I said above, I know it’s not a coincidence.  She’s dumb because by doing that she pretty much confirmed that there was friction on the set.  If there wasn’t, she wouldn’t be unfollowing the person in the main cast who she was closest too prior to the show. 

Part of me wonders if, as an old friend, she asked him for something (to defend her or a show of support) and he wouldn't do it.  Perhaps she’s most hurt by him not supporting her since they were friends before and she did give him a lead role on a network show (and also accidentally introduced him to his girlfriend.)  Maybe she thought he owed her and he didn't step up to defend her or even just give a tacit show of support by responding to her social media posts on leaving??

I’m guessing if he had come out of social media hibernation to give her one of those paltry “Thanks for everything” responses to her IG post like the other actors she wouldn't have unfollowed him. 

Anonymous said: Someone said the writer deleted all his tweets about Carina.

Not surprising, it was a crazy spree he was on, who wants to bet that he got contacted by a lawyer late Friday night?

I’m sure Carina was doing everything in her power to threatened him and to get him to stop. 

Anonymous said: I remember the writer also referring to Nathan as Carina's "friend." Is it in quotations because they are not actually friends? Frenemy? Carina was recently saying nice things about Nathan so based on her perspective, she thinks they were still on good terms?

Well they were apparently friends before he was cast, what happened after that is hard to say. They seemed fine during the promotion of season 1, but as soon as season 2 started filming, Carina’s tone when talking about him and Max got ugly and Nathan and Jeanine were staying far away from her socially. I mean Jeanine hosted a ladies Friendsgiving at their house, where 40 women from the cast and crew came over for a Thanksgiving feast, but the female showrunner wasn’t there. Hmmmm...

However, this spring things seemed to have thawed a bit.  Jeanine and Carina would occasionally like each other’s IG post (someone pointed out to me that had stopped during summer of 2019 and they didn’t engage with each other’s posts much if at all during S2 filming) Jeanine and Carina did that IG live and Carina was talking positively about Nathan and Max and seemed to be setting him up for a big season 3 with the dual roles and talking excitedly about that, so honestly, to me, it seemed like they had made their peace.  Perhaps Carina getting fired (and the straw that broke the camel’s back on that was clearly her idiotic tirade against the UK distributor) brought back up all the issues??? Or maybe Carina blamed them because of the prior issues? Or maybe they didn’t support her with the studio when she was trying to salvage her job? All I know is that Carina’s public behavior on social media is enough grounds to fire her, so she has no business blaming anyone but herself. 

Anonymous said: Someone said to the writer that jeanine, amber and nathan are staying silent on the matter and kamran replied that "Silence speaks louder than words." just above that they also were wondering who Carina harassed and bullied into silence? was it nathan?

Who knows... ask the writer. 

Anonymous said: Carina going from Zapit straight to writing for TVD is peak white privilege. After that THR article you could tell she believed a little too much how far that privilege would get her. Good riddance. Good luck getting another job for being such a big liability. I don't see any corporation hiring her again.

I think the only way she’s getting another job in TV anytime soon is if Julie gives it to her. She’s talented, once she grows up maybe she’ll be capable of running a show, but it was clear from the peanut gallery she should never have been given that amount of responsibility that she had on RNM. 

[unproduciblesmackdown]

let's do a classic Primez ask

thank you lol Prime Time is.....6 am is when im posting this, christ lol what else is new around here........Good Morning in advance lol and [rise and shine sailors it be monday]

2: Favorite book?

i don’t have one lol

3: Favorite fictional character?

i also don’t Properly have like, all-time ultimate Faves in these kind of categories either, but there’s still standouts at least lol......obviously lately it might show that i’m enjoying winston billions a lot, and natch that’s just One of the many wrol roles i’ve been glad to discover. natch winston, jared, and jeremy are fave raves amonth them

5: What’s your favorite fictional ship? (Canon or otherwise)

this is the same as the [fave fictional characters] thing in that like, sometimes i’ll Consume something where i don’t have any, and generally i’m out here multishipping and not like live or die by one Specific Pairing, if i like a character i’ll also probably like Many of their dynamic/s with various other characters, unless the options are That limited.......tying this in to the fave fictional character thing, re: winston, naturally tayston and benston, aka the fruits of us all combining our Genius, are top tier and here’s riawin where we don’t know for sure where it’s going but we’re getting some great Dynamic(tm) stuff anyways.....and natch re: jared i Enjoy Kleinsen (as something to make up ideas about that are outside canon and also as a perspective thru which to analyze canon) and re: jeremy.....stagedorks is beautiful, wild to have canon just give you some content that’s already as good as that

7: List 3 negative traits you have 

well i can be fairly anxious about certain things, which is mostly negative for me lol.........a more negative 2-way street is that i’m just generally in defensive mode around people lol, often i’m like, just trying to avoid Attention entirely and/or like uh oh attention, gotta try to just avoid taking damage from it lol.......on a gradual journey to just being default More Unpleasant / less accommodating lmao......not that i can’t be sometimes, or that i can’t be Genuinely Friendly with randos coz i like their vibe and actually Like socializing lol.........and then re: the challenges of socializing, it seems like maybe when i’m in an interaction i get caught up in [uh oh how do i Respond a) at all b) in a way that’s Good(tm)] and it maybe makes me less attentive to the other person / a worse Listener smh

11: How do you decide when it’s time to cut someone out of your life for good?

idk luckily it’s not something i’ve had to do left and right lol.......but ime it’s Also not exactly like. usually a “ah Now Is The Time to have zero relationship with this person” and most often it’s like [gradual distancing period that is mostly passive] and/or just choosing Not to reinitiate any sort of relationship........though re: more active approaches lol it’s more like. time to try to tune into my [does this feel like something indefinitely sustainable / something you actually Want to have continue in any way] gauge or whatevs. and then still it’s like, sometimes easier if moments happen to come along that provide an [opt out?] choice presented to you kinda lol.........if it’s someone You don’t want to be involved with really but they don’t feel the same and it’s “on you” to decide to peace out at some point it’s more difficult coz such [do you want to opt out]-distilled Moments probably don’t seem to manifest but i think that’s a useful thing to be aware of in itself........i.e. that there’s not always going to be a Narrative-Friendly “point of no return” / clear Line Being Crossed and even if it Doesn’t feel like “i can’t / don’t want to deal with this for Literally one more day” that doesn’t mean you should totally stick it out / don’t have enough reason to decide that you are Done at this particular moment even if you haven’t been Done prior or think you plausibly hold off on it. don’t need to have some kind of story where you think if you Explained it to anyone or everyone it’d universally be understood and everything would applaud like “Yes, the Right Decision” lmao like. not their business....

13: What are your favorite lyrics currently?

well with our groupchat in the replies to that Eternally Crying Over The Bar Song post..........just enjoy the “stay here for a while / cuz it’s nice / cuz it’s holy” part of the refrain, a fun part of the music, and that classic iconis like, lyrics being in a sort of character Voice and yet getting the idea / feelings across effectively even when the words are sort of general or simple.......”shooting from the heart / but we’re all a lousy shot” is great lol and also “say you will always be here” ending with “for one more” is like, there’s another Broader Idea / Sentiment expressed so effectively :’|

17: If you could make a wish, what would you wish for if you knew it would come true?

i can’t do any fun answers lmao it’d just be like [political commentary] but that’s warranted lbr

19: How do you handle heartbreak? Is it something that’s easy for you to get over, or something you struggle with?

lmao i think it is like By Definition not easy for anyone to get over / Not struggle with.........can’t say i’ve had Romantic Misadventures exactly but uh yeah it feels bad to feel bad but i like......wait it out???? idk lmao you can’t really just timeskip past.....Heartbreak Sucks For Everyone Cuz That’s Kind Of The Whole Thing

23: What do you want your future to be like?

pandemic-less, fascism-less........i can’t say i’ve ever been someone like “yea i Know what i want to do and have this whole plan set out how i’m gonna do it lol” i remember when i was like 4 or 5 or whatever being asked What Do You Want To Do When You Grow Up and i was like “shit idk.......i like dinosaurs so i guess paleontologist??” and it was as much a mystery going forward.........always and still mostly playing things by ear with a few vague “if / then” type ideas......aren’t we all though ig

29: Do you think zodiac signs can influence someone’s personality to an extent?

what do i know but i Don’t like or respect the recent years trend ppl being way into it like this isn’t [being really serious about hogwarts houses] or Earnest Myer Briggs Types energy that everyone’s bringing to it......like what are you getting out of trying to be this Prescriptive based on when ppl’s parents got into it. meanwhile i’ve been on the edge of my seat since someone tweeted about “when will we get the first astrology discrimination lawsuit” re: a story about ppl wanting a housemate with a certain sign for compatibility reasons. and like again if it Is like “yes there are time-of-year Personality Types for Objective Real” like. okay, still, what is this Approach that ppl have....doing for anyone.....

31: What does ‘self care’ look like for you?

not very fancy lol i’ll be like “damn i think i haven’t eaten today” and then do it......or be like hey here i’m gonna Do A Stretch or some shit. walk around. step outside if it’s nice. both true that Self Care has inherent limitations re: like we can’t just cancel out all the detriments to our wellbeing via Personal Choices and yet also we can’t Not look out for ourselves how we can......i’ll watch something that i Enjoy. or just knock out if it’s like “christ i need a mood reset” or i’m trying to timeskip through a headache. pet a cat. i like to try to be Appreciative of everyday ordinary shit......also messing around Making Stuff whether drawings or otherwise can be a good helpful use of time, i like talking to people who i like talking to, and other stunning stuff like that lol

37: Have you ever been surprised by someone staying in your life?

not really lol coz again with how i’m pretty slow to realize that someone is like, nonzero actively interested in interacting with me on a regular basis, and then once someone’s In My Life there’s no particular point where i go “whoa....You’re still here??”......ig sometimes there’s like, Friendly Acquaintances where it’d be Unsurprising if they just sort of dropped fully out of the orbit but they do not

41: How do you show you care?

hmm i sure like to do ppl favors / give them gifts / help them out w/ whatever, hang out / generally be Around them where like, doing [parallel tasks] works i.e. maybe we’re doing different things but in the same room.....just like to Talk and all and listen to ppl and Learn Things About Them, try to pick up stuff re: ways that ppl express like “hey to me it conveys Being Cared About when ppl do ___”........food/cooking is a love language......that thing where shit you’d be way too anxious to do on your own For Yourself is like, oh i’m absolutely gonna do it on behalf of someone i care about.......all this stuff is more like, Possible in person lmao rip. i Care you guys

43: Which of the seven deadly sins do you feel represents you the most?

who is your hellsona and what is their origin story (how they got condemned to hell).........if i’m irritable / argumentative am i wrathful? you could presumably someone saying yep it is inherently the one deadly sin of lust if you’re queer.......at any given time i’m passed out and dreaming about “fuck capitalism and the protestant work ethic” and that’s sloth i guess. and okay i went “who named an animal after a The Deadly Sin as if it’s like ‘wow fuck this animal for choosing not to zoom around as though they could and i apparently think that they should’ tf” and in looking it up i immediately learned the Sloth Fact that apparently their shits are insane and also the most dangerous thing they do?? like they poop only maybe once a week and All At Once so that a single dump might knock off a third of their total weight........and it’s pretty much the only time they leave the upper branches of trees, in that they crawl down to hold on to the trunk and take this monster shit and naturally they’re not great on the ground so Pooping is like the leading cause of death for sloths in the wild. and i think they ought to be named after that. 

47: What are you passionate about?

oh man [i am passionate a lot.mp3] lol.........always having a variety of Interestes which i like to talk about / potentially make things about.......decent amount of subjects i like to learn things about even if  i’m bad at like, actually learning things generally lmao, what’s Not losing focus on shit.......idk it’s not that hard for me to like go off about Whatever, got these jack of all trades interests / areas of Some knowledge, i’m opinionated and probably have something (extensive) to say about anything as just part of my charm lol, and just in general i can get Enthused / worked up about things..........also passionate about various [niche gay shit] things eternally. whoms among us isn’t

[monstersuburban]

So, The Los Espookys Season One Finale

(Spoilers up ahead)

The group really can't function properly when it's split up, huh?

It was really jarring to hear Renaldo speak so much English this episode, but nice! His voice is just so friendly (as is the rest of him)

I like that the show introduced the importance of Renaldo's warm demeanor instead of showing it as only a weakness. The same with Úrsula's bluntness! A time and place for everything, one existing the best when supported by the other.

This take on the Don't Meet Your Heroes storyline was also very interesting. Because yes, Renaldo sacrificed a bit to meet Bianca Nova, only to have her treat him just as badly as the kids he used her movies to heal from. A yes, it was important for him to stand up for himself against her and for the sake of his own artistic integrity. But she's also going through her own issues, washed out and unpracticed as she is. She's given the chance by her friend to keep working upwards again, but not at the personal expense of others. Everyone has room for growth. (And we'll get back to that point later.)

Hearing Andrés and Úrsula banter a bit at the doctor's office was a nice moment. Just felt like mentioning that, the friendships all felt very whole and sweet this episode.

Andrés' backstory is... A lot sadder than it sounded at first. Of course there's the sadness in him realizing that he doesn't have some specific mystic purpose, but just the fact that his parents were so scared of his oddness that they put him up for adoption for a whole 5 minutes? So no cool back story, already questionable parents are even less likeable, and he's been chasing after what seems like nothing. That doesn't explain the naturally blue hair, magic, and water demon parasite living in him though

Also yay though canon naturally blue hair for Andrés!

His attempt at being sweet with Juan Carlos was, well, sweet and a little heart breaking with the reaction it got.

"She loves you too much, she won't do it right." Wasn't just Juan Carlos being a dick, but actual advice and truth when it comes to someone tying your corset.

Andrés wedding look? Stellar. Iconic. A spooky water king.

No really he looked beautiful

J Lo Tati! J Lo Tati! J Lo Tati!

Love that Andrés wanted to hear the hot goss right in the middle of his own wedding ceremony.

Imagine hearing at your wedding that the single pure and tender moment between you and your fiancé was orchestrated to manipulate you emotionally. Poor Andrés.

Tati and Juan Carlos was... Not what I was expecting to get out of this, but I'm not angry?

Tati's emotional speech (now that we know she has weird time vision) means that Juan Carlos actually winds up being a very loving husband to her. So... Good for him? He grows.

Tati knowing the future and perceiving time strangely explains so much of what she's done

All hail Tati ig

Renaldo head is back!!!! New best character love Renaldo head

Andrés cupping Renaldo's face in his hands

Renaldo picking Andrés up and spinning him around

The group hug!!!!!

Andrés breaking from his parents is for the best but boy is there going to be a learning curve for him but hey! At least he packed his single shadow swan.

Úrsula has 100% given up a Tati just to gain an Andrés

Juan Carlos so quickly falling for Tati's eccentricities after years of denying Andrés' is more sad than anything. I'll probably make a separate post about this, but what I have to say for now is that its oddly bittersweet. They were never a good couple and they both knew that. And as much shit as I give Juan Carlos, he really was being used on a similar level to Andrés. They've been together for so long that separation so quickly is going to hurt, but they both know that its what had to be done. Its just a lot to unpack.

And the gang is back together again, back at work, and so the world goes on.

A great finale but hhhhhhh I'll miss it

What we still need to learn about: Why is Andrés some water demon host and power incarnate, what's up with the Gregoria Santos project, and how the hell is Bianca Nova going to finish her movie?????

Overall a 10/10 season finale!!!!

[myriadimagines]

Together

DC (Wonder Woman) One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Diana Prince + Steve Trevor

Warnings: wonder woman spoilers, mentions of death

Request: “Hey there I had an idea after seeing Wonder Woman! What if after the war Diana takes a job as a housemaid and is roommates with reader who is also a housemaid (a la downton Abby, idk if you are familiar with it) and they are all proper and maid-like during the day and then they tell each other everything and fall in love after hours. Eventually they decide to hand in their notices and run away together. Like slow burn though, cause Diana is still grieving over Steve. What do you think?” - racheltheclumsy

Word Count: 2,393

A/N: ahhHHHhHHHHHHH FIRST DIANA ONE SHOT !!! i love her so much okay anyway i hope i did alright with this !! sorry if the maid stuff isnt entirely accurate.

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Diana smoothed out her coat and adjusted her glasses, smiling a little to herself when they reminded her of the first time she had gone shopping with Steve and Etta. As she smiled, she immediately felt a pang in her chest thinking about Steve. She pressed her lips together and shook her head, determined to stay strong, and leaned over to knock on the door in front of her.

After the war had ended, Diana decided she needed to lay low. The overwhelming publicity felt like too much for her, and she wanted time alone. Specifically, she wanted some time alone to mourn Steve.

The door swung open, and Diana looked up at the middle aged woman who answered. She looked Diana up and down, and Diana shifted her feet closer together and stood up straighter.

“I’m here for the maid position.” Diana finally spoke, reaching into her pocket to pull out a folded piece of paper with the advertisement. “My name is Diana. Diana… Prince.”

The woman pinched it between her fingers and paused again before stepping aside and letting Diana in. From the outside, the house already looked massive, but it seemed even bigger on the inside. Diana stared in awe at the giant rooms and the chandelier and spun around when the woman cleared her throat.

“I’m Mrs. Adley.” the woman introduced herself. “Have you ever done housekeeping work before?”

“Yes.” Diana lied after a pause, figuring she probably wouldn’t get the job if she said no. She said Mrs. Adley narrow her eyes, before she finally nodded slightly.

“y/n?” she called out, and there was a silence. “y/n!”

Diana suddenly heard a door slam open and a flurry of footsteps, and Diana suddenly saw you appear from a hallway on the right. You quickly straightened out your skirt and headpiece, looking slightly flustered. You froze when you noticed Diana standing in the middle of the room, and your felt yourself blush when your eyes locked. She was so beautiful, it was almost unreal.

“y/n, this is the Diana.” Mrs. Adley gestured to her, and you nodded quickly. “She’s filling in the new maid position. She’ll be working and housed with you.”

Your mouth dropped open for a brief moment before you quickly composed yourself. A fellow maid? You thought she was a friend of Mrs. Adley’s.

“Show her to your room, y/n.” Mrs. Adley continued, and you nodded and gestured for Diana to follow. You noticed she was carrying two bags, and rushed over to help her as she bent down to pick them up. Your hands brushed as you both reached for one of the bags, and she smiled at you as you quickly pulled your hand away.

“No need,” Diana picked up both bags with ease. “Thank you for offering to help, y/n.”

You almost melted at the sound of her saying your name, but you nodded instead as you replied, “No problem, Diana.”

The two of you walked in silence down the corridor, side by side. Occasionally, your hands would brush as you walked, and you tried your best not to smile too much. Unbeknownst to you, Diana also had a small smile on her face. Although she had just met you, she had a feeling she was going to like you.

You pushed a door open at the end of the hall, revealing a small, simple bedroom. You stepped inside as Diana put her bags by the closet, and assessed the room. There was a window on the left, allowing sunlight to flow into the room. There were two beds in the center of the room, a small bedside table in between them. There was a dresser on one side of the door, and two wooden chairs on the other side of the door. In the corner, there was another small table with a mirror on it.

“Not as impressive as the rest of the house,” you remarked, seeing Diana’s perplexed expression. “But it’s still very-”

“Cozy.” Diana finished the sentence for you, and you looked at her in surprise. You nodded, smiling, and Diana smiled back. “How long have you worked here for, y/n?”

“A couple of months.” you sighed, going to sit on one of the chairs. The sunlight streamed in behind you, basking you in an ethereal glow. Diana tilted her head slightly, admiring how lovely you looked.

Then, before she could stop herself, she thought about the beach on Themyscira. She thought about when she found Steve on the beach, and how he squinted up at her as she hovered above him, the sun glowing behind her. She remembered how mystified she was by Steve, and how he looked at her as if he had never seen anything more beautiful.

“Diana?” your voice rang out, and Diana looked up at you, her eyes wide. “Is… is everything okay?”

Diana nodded quickly, pushing her thoughts of Steve out of her mind. You looked at her, not convinced, but decided not to pry.

“I can help you unpack,” you offered, standing up. “Then I’ll show you around the house and teach you how things run around here. You’ll probably start work first thing tomorrow morning.”

“You are very helpful, y/n.” Diana said softly. “Thank you.”

“Well, we are going to be roommates.” you nudged her with your arm as you reached for one of her bags. “We might as well be friendly, right?”

Diana nodded, eager to make a new friend. “I can’t wait to be friends with you.”

--

“May I clear the table now, Mrs. Adley?” you asked, your head bowed, from the back of the room. Mrs. Adley nodded and gestured for you to clean up, and you hurried over to stack the plates and cutlery. You quickly scuttled out of the dining room and into the kitchen, where Diana was waiting. She quickly rushed over to you to help you take some plates and carry them to the sink, and the both of you began washing the dishes.

The two of you worked in silence, small smiles on both of your faces. It had been a few weeks since Diana had moved in, but she was already fitting in well. Not to mention, you were overjoyed to have a companion with you now.

Diana looked over her shoulder and peeked into the dining room, and nudged you with her arm when she saw that it was empty.

“It’s all clear.” she whispered, and you giggled and nudged her back as you dried a plate.

“Shh!” you whispered back, and she grinned. “You’ll get us into trouble!”

“But it’s almost the end of the day!” Diana pointed out, handing you another plate to dry. When she saw your unconvinced expression, she readjusted her headpiece and stood up straighter, dramatically lifting up her chin. “Right, we have to be proper.”

“Stop that!” you attempted to suppress your laughter, but failed.

Diana turned to face you as you turned to her too, your faces only inches away from each other. There was a pause as the both of you shyly smiled at each other, both of you beginning to blush slightly. You leaned closer to her so your arms were brushing against one another. She wanted to lean closer to you too and reach out to hold your hand, but she felt herself being taken back to Veld, dancing with Steve. She was so close to him as he taught her how to dance, and she saw snow for the first time. Tears began to well in her eyes, and she quickly looked away. You jerked back too, confused at her sudden reaction, and focused on the dishes. The two of you worked again in silence as Mrs. Adley came into the room to check that the two of you were working, until you were finally done with all the cleaning. The two of you swept through the rooms to make sure everything was tidy before finally heading to your room.

“I am exhausted.” you groaned, flopping face first onto your bed as Diana closed the door behind her with an amused smirk. She hesitantly sat on the edge of her bed opposite you, folding her hands into her lap. “I hate having to deal with Mrs. Adley’s daughter. She is so spoiled.”

“You think the daughter is bad?” Diana chuckled. “Have you not met the son?”

“Ugh!” you rolled your eyes, and Diana’s face was lit up by her smile. “Don’t even get me started. You don’t have any children, do you, Diana?”

Diana hesitated, already knowing the answer was no, but she couldn’t help but think about the future she had imagined with Steve. She felt an ache in her chest as she thought about how she imaged starting a family with him.

Shaking her head, she finally responded, “No. Have you, y/n?”

“Oh, no.” you lay back on your bed and rested your chin in your hands. “I do have a younger sister, though. I do everything I can to take care of her. I took up this job so I could support her and the rest of my family.”

“You are a good person, y/n.” Diana leaned closer to you, and you gave her a small smile.

“I feel like I don’t hear much about your family, Diana.” you said softly, and Diana pressed her lips together. She looked at you uncertainly, but the warm smile you gave her felt like she could trust you. She felt safe with you, and you shifted on your bed to make room for her to sit down beside you. She sat on you bed, crossing her legs.

Taking a deep breath, she started, “I am not from your world. I am from Themyscira…”

--

A few months later, Diana felt closer to you than ever. Every night, the two of you would lay on her bed together, talking about your lives or coming up with stories. Often times, the two of you would fall asleep side by side, still mumbling to each other. She never thought she would be so comfortable with someone again, especially after Steve, yet, as she watched you peacefully asleep early in the morning, she knew she had found someone new.

She reached a hand up to brush their hair out of your eyes, and she saw your eyelids flutter.

“How long have you been awake?” you yawned, opening one eye, and Diana smiled at you as you lazily stretched.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” she teased, and you stuck your tongue out at her playfully. She felt light and fluttery seeing your smile, and you felt the same way when you watched her laugh. Slowly but surely, Diana realised she was falling for you. She felt so giddy and cheerful around you, and she wanted to be around you as much as possible. The job made it slightly hard, as the two of you could barely interact during the day, and the night time hours just didn’t feel like enough for her.

Yet, she still felt a small bit of guilt in her chest. Diana had told you everything about herself, and you had accepted her wholeheartedly. The only thing she hadn’t mentioned was Steve -- she hadn’t told you he had died, and instead told you he moved away. Diana couldn’t bring herself to say the words out loud, because it seemed to make his death even more real.

“What’s wrong, Diana?” you asked, gently touching her cheek. She shook her head, and you gave her a look. “I know that look on your face -- something’s bothering you.”

“I want to quit.” Diana blurted, and you looked at her in shock. She held your hands, squeezing them, as she added on, “And I want you to quit with me.”

“What would we do afterwards?” you laughed, still not quite believing what was happening, and Diana shrugged.

“As long as we’re together, I’ll be okay.” Diana admitted shyly, and your eyes widened. She was still holding your hands, and you lifted them to kiss hers. The both of you blushed, but Diana felt the ache in her chest again. Sitting up, she ran her hands through her hair as you quickly sat up with her. You cautiously reached to touch her arm.

“That’s not it, is it?” you asked, and she shook her head.

“I think I’m in love with you, y/n.” she confessed. “But… I have not told you the whole truth.”

“About what, Diana?” you gently prodded her, and she looked over her shoulder at you.

“Steve… did not move away.” she whispered, and she could see your eyebrows wrinkle in confusion. “He… he passed.”

“Oh, Diana.” you gasped softly, before pulling her into a hug. She buried her face into your shoulder, and you stroked her hair. “I am so sorry.”

“I miss him.” her voice wavered slightly, and you nodded.

“You feel guilty too, don’t you?” you whispered, and she nodded again. You pulled away slightly, brushed her hair out of her eyes and holding her face in your hands. “If you don’t feel ready for this, we don’t have to-”

“No.” Diana interrupted, squaring her shoulders. “I think… Steve would want me to be happy. I will always miss him, but I think he’d be happy for me if I fell in love with someone else.”

Before she could over think it, Diana leaned closer and gently pressed her lips against yours. The kiss was soft, and the both of you were smiling.

“I love you too, Diana.” you confessed, and Diana’s smile widened. “So, are we really going to do this?”

Diana nodded, her head bobbing up and down excitedly. “Absolutely.”

The two of you spent the morning drafting notes to Mrs. Adley, and left the papers in front of her bedroom door. The sun was just beginning to rise, and hand in hand, the two of you quietly crept out of the house, carrying your luggages. You closed the door behind the two of you and you stepped outside, taking in a deep breath of the cool, morning air. Turning to Diana, you squeezed her hand, and she squeezed it back. The two of you had no idea what was in store, but Diana was right.

As long as you were together, you’d be okay.

[ourlittlebitofnothinguniverse]

Hey for the ask thing, all the questions you're comfortable with answering

oh boy!!! heck yeah fun shit thanks my dude! little did u Kno…… I LOVE oversharing !!! lmao muahahahahaha i’m probably gonna answer all of them thank u for enabling it lmfao

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

yah on Rly Bad days

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

like… 3.5? i like the dark but,,, ‘m Scare,,,,,

3. The person you would never want to meet?

Orange Turnip

4. What is your favorite word?

it changes tbh,, hm but i can’t think of any rn!

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

i’d be….. a nice oak! thicc and full of secrets

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

i didn’t lmao reflection what’s that

7. What shirt are you wearing?

i’m wearing the dress i wore to work

8. What do you label yourself as?

annoying or boring lmao but also the Goblin King and that is Good

9. Bright room or dark room?

i still don’t know if this is referring to like paint shade or like the amount of light it gets or like if i sleep in a bright room or dark room so like??? *shrug emoji*

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

i was?? drawing i think

12. Who told you they loved you last?

i think it was @wrenn-frug​ 💕💖 lov u fren!

13. Your worst enemy?

dunno man probably myself but that sounds cliche so like??? the sun bc it always burns me

14. What is your current desktop picture?

a screenshot from song of the sea!!! lOVE that movie!!!! i’d post it but like?? i don’t think i have it saved anymore or if i do i don’t feel like looking but it’s that one scene where they’re walking thru the pretty field towards the trees and there’s foxes in the corner and she’s playing the shell it’s so pretty,,,,,

15. Do you like someone?

uh yah my cat

16. The last song you listened to?

Young God - Halseygood song lov it,,,,

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

oraNGE TURNIP

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

orange turnip my dude i Hate

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

uh nobody ????

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

my squishy thighs and my fantastic stretch marks (which have taken me YEARS to accept)

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

No

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

????????????? secret???? talent?????? lemme check, ,, , , *reaches into a bag* nope bitch empt y aint got No Talent lmao

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

okay so like this is really dumb and i partially answered this in this ask abt the flushing toilets @ night thing but like to elaborate and make it even more dumb not only am i afraid to flush toilets @ night bc it’s just rly creepy and loud to me (esp if i’ve been asleep) but like,, , sort of in the same vein of fear is that when i was little my older sister told me that there was a ghost in the toilet and if i don’t flush it’ll get me and like i kno it’s not tru but like,,,,,, Sometimes,,,,,, (i must clarify i’m not scared of toilets themselves but like flushing freaks me out sometimes like @ night or if i don’t flush fast enough lmao don’t look @ me i’m a mess)

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

Excuse? is this like that i can ONLY eat this sandwich or is it that this is the only sandwich i can ever eat or like i can only ever have one last sandwich bc honestly i’m Not Okay with any of those scenarios no matter how many ingredients i get for the initial creation

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

Dream daddy dating simulator lmao uh?? also probably more food for archie bc he is Expensive

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

Ireland probably. always wanted to see ireland

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

“Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out” like???? no???? if u don’t drink alcohol why would u want a lifetime supply??? unless i could like…. sell it??? whats the Most Expensive kind i’ll just get an unending supply of heavenly Expensive Alcohol to sell for incredibly inflated prices to the rich bc it’s From Heaven and give the money to the poor bc like,,, why not

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

bitches gotta keep they damn opinions to themselves if they can’t respect somebody’s life based on factors they can’t help (race, religion, orientation, gender etc) also no money like We Don’t Need It i’m so tired of Needing money

29. What is your favorite expletive?

Fuck bc u can use it in So Many situations

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

o shit probably the twenty dollar metallic watercolors i got bc shit son??? actually probably like my laptop or smth idk

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

my childhood thx

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

this is.. not a questionalthough it is a wonderful scenario

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

none of them bc if the celestial gates of the beyond is real then all the people i’d want to bring back are probably in a Better Place or something and why would i want to drag them to Hell?

34. What was your last dream about?

Cannot remember to save my life altho i kno it was rly weird and convoluted

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

u did not put anything Here so i will Ignore

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

Nope

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

yAH it’s fun!

38. What is the color of your socks?

not wearing any

39. What type of music do you like?

A Lot

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

Sunsets,,, evening is so nice mm m

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

chocolate ayyyy

43. Do you have any scars?

a couple but like for Dumb Reasons

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

I’ve graduated hs but i wanna be an animator when i decide which college to go to

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

my brain pls bartender can i have a Healthy One (correction to favorite word #4: fav word currently is deign)

46. Are you reliable?

i would like to think so

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

are you happy?

48. Do you hold grudges?

YAH but only if i’ve been Pushed Too Far which is Pretty Damn Far by most ppls standards

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

none I am Not a God

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

i have had So Many???? the most recent one was two times in a row random ppl i barely knew asked me for my netflix account bc they didnt have one and like…. bro what who R U,,,,, (i had literally only talked to the first guy once for ten minutes on fb)

51. Are you a good liar?

is the sky green? don’t think so

52. How long could you go without talking?

Very Long but like Only on Bad Weeks

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

None my hair is Magnificent (idk)

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

like birthday cake? never but i lov to bake cakes so like i bake myself cakes all the time

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

i am so bad @ accents i can’t even Read in my Head in accents even though i know what the accent Should Sound Like

56. What do you like on your toast?

peanut butter and banan slices

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

working on a picture of a tiger redraw

58. What would be you dream car?

a Bike bc i Do Not Like cars

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

i only sing in the shower when nobody is home (which is infrequent bc my mom is Always here) bc i am self conscious around most ppl but like Music,,,,, also when i was little i would pretend that i was standing in the rain all sad like in movies lmao

60. Do you believe in aliens?

yah

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

i follow an astrology blog and i read homestuck i mean,,

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

i??? A maybe bc there are a lot of ways to write it pretty idk but like specifically capital A ig

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

Dragons they’re fire-breathing friends and i love them

64. What do you think about babies?

Gross

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

U Didn’t put anything Here either so like how abt i give u a random fact abt myself that seems good my favorite bird is the lammergeier bc they’re basically irl dragons and they’re so pretty??? love them??? also i hate monkeys and apes esp chimpanzes bc they are scary and too much like humans to me i don’t like them

BOY that took way longer than i thought bc i had to feed my cat halfway thru and everything and like this is a Long Post sorry guys but ayyyyy this was fun thanks ari

[dean-the-smol-bean]

62 Minutes (Pt. 1)

Pairing: Dean x Reader (extremely flirty, but not for a while, kiddos)

Characters: Dean, Reader, John, Sam, Bobby

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: Deans dropped off at Bobby’s for the first time in forever only to find that there's a new addition to the singer household. (Set in 1995; Sam is 12, reader is 14, Dean in 16)

Warnings: cursing, very very extremely vague mentions of masturbating, porn magazine (?)

A/N: This is the first part of the fic I was talking about in this post, and will span over lots of future chapters (throughout the seasons with extra stuff added in as well). I’m gonna tag all the people that said they’d read this at the bottom just so they know it’s happening but if any of you would like to be taken off (since only one person requested that specifically) I totally will. Alternatively, if you’d like to be added to the tags feel free to ask and I will! Also thank u v v v much to @isometimeswritesomethings for helping me edit this it love u 💞

Have a Request? Message me! I want to get back into writing and requests would be amazing help

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   Dean’s life was quick and slow all at once. 

   It was quick, jumbled movements, from town to town, school to school, motel to motel. It was quick thinking and plans changing and punches thrown and bullets fired and stabs avoided all in a single instant.

   It was slow, agonizing nights, weeks- months even, where he stayed up night after night waiting to hear from his dad, or when he couldn’t sleep because it wasn’t safe, and he had to watch over Sammy. It was long car rides, where the landscape stretched on for hours, dull and monotonous as it flew by his tired eyes, desperate for something to catch his interest.

   And it was somewhere in between this muddle of quick and slow, fight and flight, hope and despondence, company and isolation, that Dean had fallen in love. 

   He wasn’t quite sure exactly when it had happened, and he hadn’t even noticed it until he was in too deep.

   “Dad I can help.” Dean implored but his father ignored his son's pleas. 

   “No, Dean. This is too dangerous. You're not experienced enough.”

   “But I am, I’ve been going on hunts, and I’m really friggen’ good, you know that! I don’t want to just wait around like some baby!” He exclaimed, and Sam cut his way into the conversation, 

   “Hey! I haven’t gone on any hunts. I’m not a baby,” He said, offended. Dean rolled his eyes. 

   “Stay out of this Sammy. And yes, you are.”

   “Hey-”

   “Dad, just, just let me come with you. I wanna help kill the sonofabitch-”

   “NO, Dean. It’s too dangerous, you’re not skilled enough, and I have no idea how long it’ll take. You’re going to stay at Uncle Bobby’s. That's an order.” his voice was stern, commanding. Deans appeals silenced and he shut his mouth, straightening his back, dropping his arms to his sides defeatedly. 

   “Yes, sir.”

   “Dad, I can help!” you laughed half-heartedly trying to shove Bobby off to the side and out of your way. 

   “You just called a spanner a socket. I ain’t lettin' you near this thing until you know what you're talkin’ about,” he said, turning back into the engine tightening something out of your view. You laughed, giving him another shove. 

   You were currently working on your future car- a gorgeous, 69’ 429 Boss Mustang. Well- as gorgeous as you could be after sitting in a salvage yard under a tarp for 16 years. You’d found it while exploring out back when you were a little younger, out at the very back of the yard. You’d immediately ran back inside, asking if you could have it. You were 13 then, and Bobby had laughed at first, saying you wouldn’t be driving for a long time anyways. After a couple days of begging and whining and pulling at his sleeves, he caved, but he made you promise you’d work on it for as long as it took until she was mint. You did so, eagerly, wanting to restore such a beautiful piece of machinery for your own as soon as possible. 

   “Oh please, you know I know what I’m talking about. So my words got a little mixed up! It happens to all of us- you especially, old man.” you joked, and he turned back to scowl at you.  

   “Oh, don’t pretend you don’t know. You’re like a million, or something.” You rested your hand on his shoulder, gazing up at him with an exaggeratedly fake sympathetic stare. 

   “Hey, it’s alright to let go. You’re time's passed, make room for the next generation, paw-paw,” You said, and Bobby seemed like he was almost actually offended. Almost.

   “Paw-paw-? I’m forty-five, ya’ idjit,” you snickered as he chided you. “I’ve still got plenty of time in the spotlight, thank you. And, I could ground you, talkin' to me like that, you know.” He joked, and you chuckled, snatching the socket wrench away from him playfully, rolling your eyes.

   “Oh, I’m sure you will. Now get outta here, gramps. The kids have got this covered.” You said, and he huffed, though a smile couldn’t help but pull at the corners of his lips. 

   “Fine, but you be good to her. No mixin’ any parts up.” He said, wiping the grease from his hands on an old rag as he made his way back inside. You laughed, shaking your head, joking. 

   “Yes, sir.”

   The Impala’s wheels skidded to a halt in front of Bobby’s house, and John glanced back at his sons behind him.

   “You boys be good, you hear?” He watched as they hiked their duffels onto their backs, hopping out of the car. “That means you, Dean,” He continued, and his son nodded. 

   “Yes, sir.” he responded, and Sam nodded beside him. 

   “Yes, sir.” he mumbled, softer than his brother.

   And without another word, John was off. 

   Dean sighed, glimpsing over at his little brother, who was watching the car intently. His gaze strayed from his brother to the old house behind them.

   They hadn’t been to Bobby’s in about a year now, and though he’d never admit it, Dean missed the old coot. 

   “Come on, Sammy. Dad’ll be back in a month or so, but uncle Bobby’s gonna take care of us until then. It’ll be fun.” speaking, half to Sam half to himself. Sam remained silent, reluctant. 

   After a moment, he nodded, picking his duffel bag up and making his way towards the house. 

   They didn’t bother knocking. Bobby knew that they were coming.    “Bobby! We’re here!” Dean called, dropping his duffel by the door.

   “Bobby-?”

   “Hush! I heard ya the first time, ain’t gotta keep yelling.” Bobby said, emerging from the office. Dean chuckled, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

   “Sorry, Bobby.” 

   Bobby shook his head, snickering. 

   “Ah, shut up, it don’ matter. C’mere, boys.” Bobby said affectionately, yanking the two of them in for a hug. “It’s been a while,” Bobby said, pulling back, his hands resting on their shoulders. 

   “Yeah, I know. But we’re back now, at least for a couple months. That’s what Dad told us.” Dean said, and Bobby nodded, following him into the kitchen. 

   “Yeah, your father's got a real big lead. Some demon case down in Alabama. He’ll be back as soon as he can, the man’s a great hunter.” Bobby praised, and Dean smiled sadly. 

   "Yeah," He began, his voice soft, "the best." 

   "So," Sam cut in, clearing his throat, "can we get settled? It was a long ride, and I'm kinda beat." 

   Bobby nodded. "Course. Usual room, boys, you know the drill. Go on, get comfortable. You're gonna be here for a while, might as well." 

   Dean and Sam both picked up their bags, making their way to the room they stayed in every time they came to Uncle Bobby's for an extended stay. 

   Their room was upstairs, at the end of the hall across from the stain glass windows, just diagonal to Bobby's room. It wasn't much, just two beds, on either side of the room, two nightstands, two dressers, a bookshelf- the basics. Dean flopped down onto his bed, his was in a small nook, closest to the (only) window, and tossed his duffle bag onto the floor next to him. 

   Sam, however, set his bag down quietly, unzipping it and beginning to place his belongings neatly in his space. (The book he was reading on the nightstand, his clothes in his dresser, etc. etc.)

   Dean sighed, making himself comfortable, reaching under the mattress he was lying on and pulling out a slightly out of date skin mag. Sam groaned.

   "Come on Dean, seriously?" he accused, but Dean just grinned at him.

   "What? Come on Sammy, like you said, it was an awful long car ride, and that waitress at the diner we stopped at was pretty smokin'-"

   "Oh my god, stop talking. Please." He zipped up his now empty duffle and tossed it impatiently under his bed. "I'm leaving. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me, though... please don't." He said, and Dean laughed as Sam made his way out with a huff. 

   "Come on Sammy, I was only kidding! I mean, she was hot, but I would never do anything with you here!" Sam just mumbled a quiet 'ugh' shutting the door behind him, and Dean couldn't help but giggle. 

   "Aw, poor kids so sensitive." He whispered to himself, joking. 

   He sat there for a while, flipping idly through the magazine, staring half-interestedly at the pictures of topless women he'd seen so many times before, now tired of the repetitive figures. Damn, he needed some new shit.  

   Finally succumbing to his boredom, Dean stuffed the magazine back between his mattress and his bedframe, and made his way out of his room, wandering idly through the quiet halls. Sam was downstairs, probably getting a snack, and Dean assumed Bobby would most likely be researching in the office. Naturally, Dean needed to find something with which to occupy himself. 

   He took a left, making his way down the hall to a room that he thought used to be a dining room. It now housed endless crates and shelves full of books, herbs, and jars of unknown substances that Dean wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole. It also happened to hold the ladder to the attic. 

   When he entered, to his surprise, everything was unexpectedly organized. 

   The shelves were all in order, the jars were now labeled, the crates stacked neatly, and the room was easy to navigate, most notably there was now a clear pathway to the usually surrounded ladder (which could also be mistaken for an extremely steep staircase, since it was quite sturdy and connected to both floors). 

   Confused, Dean climbed his way up the creaking wooden steps hopping up onto the wooden attic floor. 

   Even more bewildering than the before, was the attic. What once housed the oldest, most obscure books, tools, and ingredients, that Bobby owned now was completely void of clutter. It currently looked liked what seemed to be a teenager’s... bedroom? 

   The fuck?

   Dean ventured further, glancing around the room. It was clearly the room of a teenage girl- posters adorning the walls, accessories hanging, and clothing and shoes in the open shelving against the attics fence. The posters varied- from AC/DC and Metallica to Captain America and Lord of the rings. There was a stack of books on the nightstand by the bed, and many more scattered throughout the room and on the shelves. There were plenty of plants and candles, as well as a string of fairy lights strung across the walls, and a desk in the corner. 

   What. The. Fuck. 

  Dean didn't know what to think. Bobby's attic had suddenly been transformed into what seemed to be the bedroom of a teenage girl. His brow had remained stubbornly creased, and he made his way back downstairs, glancing back into his room as he made his way. 

   Sam, it seemed, had returned, and was now fast asleep on top of his bed. The kid wasn't lying, he was beat. Despite his confusion, Dean didn't want to wake him, so with light footsteps, he made his way downstairs to ask what the hell he'd just seen. Bobby wasn't in the office like Dean had expected, and with Sam sleeping upstairs, he didn't want to go yelling around the house. Instead, he continued to snoop around quietly, eventually making his way to the garage.

   Dean skidded to a halt once he arrived, eyes landing on a halfway beaten muscle car. Then, with ever growing confusion, his gaze drifted to what was under it. 

A girl. A girl who was talking to herself- or rather- to the car.

   He listened to her intently, straining his ears over the sound of her boombox, which was playing his favorite Led Zepplin song. 

   “Come on Sexy, I know you can do this. I believe in you, old girl, show me what’cha got. Come on… Dammit!” The sounds of the car sputtered to a halt, and Dean heard the girl hit the bottom of the car frustratedly. It began revving up again a second later. 

   “Come on, sweetheart, you got this… Yes! That’s my girl!” The engine revved to life, and the girl underneath the car celebrated. Finally deciding to try and figure out what the hell was going on, Dean spoke up. 

   “You call your car Sexy?” He asked, and the girl scoffed, picking up a wrench from next to her. 

   “Well, yeah. That’s what she is. Might as well call her that.” 

  Dean laughed, nodding. He was thoroughly confused, but he liked this chick. She had good taste in music and good taste in cars. Maybe she was cute, too, at which point he'd be golden. 

   “Fair enough.” He said, and she reached out from under the car, grabbing for her socket wrench. It was just out of her reach, though, and Dean crouched down, picking it up for her. 

   “Who are you, anyways?” she asked, and Dean smirked, holding out the wrench to her. He wanted to know the same thing, but he'd answer her since she got to the question first. 

   She slid out from under the car as he spoke. 

   “Dean. Dean Winchester.”

   Your fingers slid over his just as the mystery boy came into sight, wrapping around the wrench that he held out to you. 

   Both of you let out a breath like the wind had been knocked from your lungs. 

   “Whoa,” you sighed. You couldn’t believe you’d just ‘whoa’d’ at someone out loud, but my god this boy was pretty. Those lips, and that jaw, and those eyes- Dean chuckled, cutting into your thoughts. 

   “Hi there.” He breathed, before flashing you a deliciously mischevious grin. If you weren’t sitting on a creeper you were sure your knees may have buckled. Jesus, you’d just barely met the boy and he was already making your head spin. 

   “Are you... planning on telling me your name?” He asked, and your eyes widened realizing you’d been staring. 

   “Oh- oh right!” you made to jump up so that you were standing, but your creeper skidded, and you stumbled forward instead, falling right on top of 'Dean', who fell backward with you, the wrench you’d both been holding clanging to the floor.  

   “Whoa there, easy tiger.” He laughed. “You alright?” he wondered, and even though you hadn’t sustained any physical injuries from your fall, you couldn't say the same for your dignity. You’d have to say no, to that one. 

   “Uh, yeah- yeah! I’m fine, sorry. Jesus.” you lied, pausing. You let out a breathy laugh. “I’m, I’m Y/N, by the way.” You said, and Dean grinned below you. 

   “Hi, there Y/N. I’m ‘awfully close for just having met’.” He joked, and your eyes widened as you realized you were still lying nearly completely on top of him. You jumped up quickly, this time remembering how your legs worked and standing easily. 

   He followed after you easily, bouncing to his feet effortlessly, laughing. 

   “Oh my god I’m- I’m so sorry I have no idea what's going on right now, I’m not usually so...”

   “Adorable?” He asked, and you felt your cheeks flush. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I'm used to beautiful girls falling for me.” He joked a shit-eating grin spread across his cheeks. It took you a minute to bounce back from “adorable”, “sweetheart”, and “beautiful” all at once. You had to hand it to him, the boy was smooth. 

   Once you had recovered, though, you couldn't help but burst out in laughter. 

   "My god- How many times have you used that line?" You questioned, and he snickered, almost embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck. 

   "Just about every time I've been tripped on. So like, twice- but you gotta admit, that's good shit." He said, which only caused you to laugh more. 

   "I haven't decided yet. It's either terrible or amazing."

   "I say amazing." he grins and you roll your eyes. 

   "You would," you chided, and he sniggered. 

   “That’s fair,” he said, raising his arms in surrender. It was then that you remembered he was a strange boy. In your house. 

   “So, as much as I’ve loved introducing myself to you from under a car and then falling on top of you... who the hell are you?” You asked, crossing your arms as you did. Dean raised his eyebrows. 

   “See, I was fixin’ to ask you the same thing, honey,” he said and you quirked your eyebrow at him. 

   “You’re in my house.” you said, and deans eyes widened, for a moment, before narrowing again, like something had clicked in his mind, but was quickly followed by even more questions. 

   “So that's your room upstairs?” He asked, and you rolled your eyes. 

   “No that's Legolas’s room. Yes, that's my room- wait, why the hell were you in my room?-” You stopped abruptly, remembering something. “ -ohhh. Right. Shit. You’re Dean.” You repeated, emphasizing his name as though it had just revealed all of the answers to your confusion. 

   “You’re Y/N.” Dean mocked, though he was mostly confused. 

   “Dad told me about you two- your brother’s, Sam, right?” you asked, and Dean nodded, no less confused than before. 

   “Yeah. But how did you...?”

   “Bobby- he told me you two were coming. I completely fuckin forgot. Shit. He said a hunter friend of his was dropping off his sons sometime while he went off and they’d be bunkin’ with us for a while. But that was- what? A fuckin’ week ago? How was I supposed to remember?” You said, more to yourself than Dean. 

   “I... don’t understand. Who are you exactly?” He asked, and you rolled your eyes. 

   “I’m Y/N. My parents passed away a couple years back,” you paused, swallowing. “anyways, they were real close with Bobby, so he took me in. He’s like a second father to me. I’ve been living here for a while now.” You said, and you watched Dean’s face as everything seemed to snap into place all at once for him. 

   “Oh,” He breathed. “I’m sorry.” 

   You smiled softly, playing with the hem of your t-shirt. 

   “Eh, it’s fine. It was a while ago.” You answered. Though you didn’t particularly sound fine, Dean and you had only just met. It wasn’t his place to press. “Plus, Dad’s- I mean, Bobby’s good to me. He’s family, I mean, I call him ‘Dad’ for Christ's sake.” Dean chuckled. 

   “Yeah, I know the feeling,” he said, trailing off. 

   Like he’d said. You’d just met. He wasn’t going to start spilling about how his father feels like more of a drill sergeant than a father, and Bobby felt more like a dad than John ever really did, and how he has to take care of his little brother more than himself, and he never really got to have a real childhood because of it, and now he already has this impossible weight on his shoulders- 

   Yeah. No. 

   “Anyways, I’m gonna be here for a couple months at least, guess it looks like you and I are gonna be spending quite a bit of quality time together.” He said, and then the motherfucker winked.

   “This is one beautiful car you’ve got here.” He complimented, changing the subject before you could snidely respond. You sighed. This, you could talk about. The two of you turned to take a look at the engine, the hood still propped open. 

   “Thanks,” you beamed. “I found her out back under a tarp. Bobby had just... left her there! She was a bit rusted and beat up when I found her, but she had most of her original parts. I’ve been workin’ on her for about 8 months on and off now."

  Dean let out a whistle. 

   "You must really know your way around a car." He said, and you smirked. 

   "Yes, sir." Dean turned back to the intricate mechanics, rolling up his sleeves

   “May I?” he asked, nodding to the cars engine. You hesitated for a moment. 

   “I don’t know, do you know your way around a car, Winchester?” You quipped, and Dean grinned coolly. 

   He would never admit it, but he liked it just then when you gave him the impromptu nickname of his last name. He wasn’t completely sure why, but he liked how familiar it made the two fo you sound.

   “Like the back of my hand, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her.” You squinted accusingly at him. 

   “Hmm... fine. But be very careful,” you squinted accusingly at him. He laughed 

   “I’m watching you.”

     Just an hour later, the air between you and Dean had completely changed. As it turns out, bonding over something you're both passionate about- in this case being cars- is a really good way to become comfortable with someone really quickly. 

   I mean, you weren’t in love or anything, but the body language and the way you spoke to each other was already significantly different than it had been just barely 60 minutes ago when you’d first met. 

   Dean was a flirt, you’d learned. Even more so than you anticipated. He liked making sly comments and flashing winks whenever the opportunity arose. He had good taste in music, a lot like yours (though yours was much broader. Sure you loved classic rock, but not only classic rock), and you both loved cars. He was clever, charming, and just a little bit cocky. You liked him. A lot. It was odd, actually, how much you liked him, and how effortlessly and comfortably you talked to him for how little time you’d spent with one another. Something told you the same went for him. 

   But you wanted to get to know him more. More than, however productive it may feel, 62 minutes can accomplish. 

   You didn’t know how long he was staying, or who he was, not really. But you were determined to figure him out before he left. However long that took. 

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