#a list of crimes ✨️

[a-sad-mage]

What crimes would you say the new stunters have committed? I have canons on what they've done, but what do you think from the headcanons I've posted (and you can do the old gang if you want). (Ps: Also planning on drawing the divorce selfie meme featuring Vance and Drag, but just as a joke).

Okay, first regarding the divorce selfie meme: [Gremlin laughing sounds]

Now about crimes, in no particular order, with no context whatsoever,

Arson

Vandalism

Destruction of Property

Petty Theft

Inciting a Riot

Taking hostages, human/humanoid/slug (unknowingly/by complete accident)

Bribery

Blackmail

Partaking in illegal gambling

Faking a death (or 20)

Tax evasion

Mecha Beast Jacking(car jacking)

That's just my take, based on vibes gathered so far.

[good-beans]

I don't see a problem with any of these, I was just doing what any heroic innocent blog would do! The wardens crave justice, and I'm bringing it to milgramblrgram!! Sometimes you need to fight fire with fire, that's just how it is. Everyone should be grateful I'm their chosen hero 😤 I'm just sorry I couldn't put every blog in their place in time...

(Though HEY, the 00-03 fic was supposed to be sweet, it wasn't that angsty 😭)

And listen. Listen. All of that art was very kind to Fuuta. If the wardens reject this mindset, I guess it means they want me to treat him... differently.... ✂️

Prisoner @good-beans

New crimes:

Attacking three guilty prisoners

Writing OoA angst (I know I requested it, but you didn't have to put Mahiru in the woods!!!)

Angsty Fuuta and Es fics

That Shidou fic, I guess. Seems the Shidou fans have something to say about that.

Did you have to end the fic about Fuuta's sister like that???

Sending me the executions ask

Continuing to be scandalous

I can no longer charge Beans with starting OoA, but

She started OoA!

[lyra-kane]

My family list <3

My husband

@graysonlaysonhawthorne he has amnesia sadly, but he's taking medicine ..i hope he gets better soon😞❤️

My daughters

@imsaraht mini me <3

@f4iry-bell also mini me but more crazy version??! (I'm constantly concerned for her)

@apollosmusee , the youngest <3 cause me no trouble, which I don't know if I should be happy or suspicious? 🤔

My grandkids

@elysianwayy77 , my first born grandkid, oldest and wisest <3

@balladofareader An angel in front of me but mischievous with her sisters. Nan has eyes everywhere..

@lila-77 partner in crime with her sisters. They're all like a gang ..

@reminiscentreader , I love baking cookies for her<3 she reminds me of her mom.

@blueliketheriver I've met her recently. She seemed well behaved, unlike her other cousins.

@jkriordanverse, the youngest and the spoiled, I can't say no to her..

@lovethornes Sometimes I wonder if she's okay ...she reminds me of her aunt Nia..although she's lovely ♡

@lanterns-and-daydreams a menace to society,even the adoption center won't accept her, her name is crossed from the family will..

My lovely sister

@whatsamongus miss you sissy <3

My niece

@roonwarner , my one and only niece 💓✨️

Her kids

@astraeajackson @never-enough-novels haven't seen them much, you should come to your grand aunties house!

My grandkids bfs

@king-cardan king or not,if you have a monarch or an army or whatever, I will find you if you break her heart..

@k-e-n-j-i-11 , you better treat her like a princess young men... I have connections if you mess up..I know perfectly where to hide a body too

@grayson-hawthrone idc if you're a dupe or whatever just please take her🙏

[rexscanonwife]

✨️ COMMISSIONS ✨️

Color + simple shading are 45 USD for 2 characters, waist-up

Monochrome are 35 USD for 2 characters, waist-up

Extras include additional characters (3 are the limit) for 5 dollars, and speedpaint/timelapse also for 5 dollars! Complex designs may also be charged extra

I accept both PayPal and cashapp

I also draw/offer nsft art, ask if interested but you MUST be over 18 and have your age listed in your bio as proof!

Turnaround time is typically 1 week for a sketch and another week for the finished product, please be patient if it takes longer as I work a full-time job irl and occasionally need a break for personal art to avoid burnout!

RULES:

No proship/comship/darkship your blog will need to pass a vibe check

No characters who've committed heinous crimes (sa/rape, child abuse, genocide, etc.)

No characters from media that openly fund transphobic campaigns (Harry Potter im talking about that)

Please be respectful when requesting your comm and/or with adjustments that may need to be made. I do my best to make sure I follow the commissioner's vision but sometimes it may take a few tries!

And that's all!! You can keep track of commissions and progress here (link also included in pinned post) thanks so much to everyone who's supported me before and any who will commission in the future! 💖

[gothic-aesthetic-gal]

Old Scars (Part 21)

Ledger!joker x reader

Fem!reader is kidnapped by the joker and his henchmen while just trying to get a moment's reprieve from her boring, soul-destroying job ✨️

Tw: I mean, we all saw TDK, right? I'd say this is on the same level/rating. Kidnapping, violence more generally. In this chapter specifically, references to domestic t**rorism and brief moment of someone being racist/xenophobic but they get treated appropriately for it ;)

Part 21 -

After another morning in the internet café, I had collected even more important information. The nightclub was holding a themed event three nights from now. It was some kind of Moulin Rouge style, burlesque night. Ibanescu and Brady were certain to be there. I had also confirmed that Joe Brady had a long list of prior form, just as I had predicted. His mob buddy heading up the Ibanescu crime family always stepped in to quash anything before it got big enough to result in any serious legal repercussions. A recent newsarticle by GCN reported that there was evidence of a rise in human trafficking in Gotham's East End - the subtext being that this crime family was heavily involved, though the press were careful not to explicitly say so. It seemed as though a cop, detective Renée Montoya had recently tried to carry out a sting operation on their main location, but someone had tipped them off.

I wondered if it was yet another example of the GCPD pretending to do their due diligence while looking the other way... was Montoya really trying to stop them? Suddenly another idea struck me. The District Attorney had set up a public database where you could anonymously report cops you believed were corrupt. He'd made a huge deal about it as part of his previous election campaign; Gotham's White Knight rallying the people against the rot of police corruption. It was a nice sentiment but had burnt itself out.

With low expectations, I flicked through the hundreds of names under 'M' and couldn't see an R. Montoya anywhere. Did that mean she was clean? Not for certain. But it at least meant she wasn't so blatantly corrupt that people had noticed. I scribbled down the public tipline for her operation and was about to pack up, when something on the tv screen overhead near the front of the store caught my eye.

The daytime tv show flickered with static and the broadcast switched abruptly to a different picture. I got up and approached the front desk as if in a trance, intrigued. The picture was poor quality, and looked more like a home video than something meant to be on air. I could feel something in my gut telling me this was important and not to dismiss it.

"Can you turn on the volume?" I asked the oblivious employee who was still reading her book.

She said nothing but leant forward and passed me the TV remote across the counter. I took it off mute.

"...By now you all have a good idea who I am, so you know that this is serious."

An all-too-familiar voice came crackling out of the speakers, sending the hair on my arms prickling upwards in an instant.

"But don't worry, citizens of Gotham. Unless you work in the Mayor's Office or the Halls of Justice, you have nothing to be afraid of," I watched as his face flickered into the frame again, animated and chaotic as ever.

He looked as though he had finished what he had to say, but then remembered something else.

"Oh, but if you do work in or around those buildings, you have exactly fifteen minutes before I reduce them to rubble," he mimed an explosion, ''All the records, all that public money. Who is going to pick up all those pieces?"

He moved closer to the camera, letting the question hang in the air for a while.

"There is, of course, a way to avoid all that: if any one of you kills the District Judge, or the Mayor, I won't trigger the bombs. You don't even have to knock them both off, just one will do, since I'm feeling so generous!"

His laughter rang in my ears. The woman behind the counter dropped her book and looked on in terror. Even she was watching now, a scene I imagined was playing out right across the city...

"Before I go, there is one little extra message for a special someone," he turned again to look directly at the camera, and for a moment I felt as if he could actually see me, with dark eyes locked onto my own.

He held up a playing card, and scrawled in red ink across the front: my initials. My blood ran cold as I stared at this obvious declaration that I was now officially on his hit list. He was going to find me. It wasn't a question of 'if' so much as 'when'.

"Oh my god. He's going to blow up the civic centre!" The lady behind the desk made a grab for the phone.

I rolled my eyes. I knew she was panicking, and maybe it was harsh of me, but we were on the other side of the city. Who would she call and why? This impulse would only spread the panic further. As the broadcast cut off and the programming it interrupted resumed, I finally managed to peel my boots from the carpet and retreat back to the computer I was using. For a minute or two I was still too stunned to fully comprehend what had just happened. I hoped to any universal power out there that everyone would get clear of the target buildings. What more could I do? I was powerless. I felt numb. If i'd stayed could I have sabotaged his plan? I doubted it.

The minutes mercilessly ticked by. I chewed my nails down to the quick as I watched the clock. I wondered if the streets were now full of people frantically running as a herd, like in my dream, and I could hear the woman at the front desk praying fervently, hands clasped together as she rocked back and forth. A strange kind of numbness crept over me as I slung my bag over my shoulder and shuffled out of the door. What was the point in sitting there waiting around to find out what would happen in the next ten minutes? The East side streets were eerily quiet as I wandered through the driving rain which had returned, like clockwork. I wondered if it wasn't too late to leave. If I ran out of the state, suely he wouldn't bother to follow me that kind of distance?

Surely after this latest stunt he'd be top of the list for both the Batman and the GCPD to capture: Priority number 1. If they caught him before he found me, maybe I had a chance of escaping his clutches, at least until he'd break out of Akham or Blackgate again... staying in Gotham was risking my life. I paused in the nearby park, pacing by the empty fountain, full of dead leaves and trash, as I looked at my little plastic watch. Two minutes remaining.

I hoped no one was stupid enough to play into his sick game. Of course, killing the Mayor or the Judge wouldn't guarantee anything. As if he'd rig up all the explosives, just to not go through with it...

I thought about trying to get to the airport. Given the nature of the Joker's threats, it would make getting a flight out of the state a total nightmare, quite possibly for the next week, or at least until he was captured. So, it would have to be a bus then. But I was so close to carrying out my own plan! I was desperate to do something, one just thing in an injust city.

I felt trapped; the walls were closing in. I looked around at the handful of other people in the park. They seemed unaware of the impending catastrophe. A mother with her two kids. A man on a bike. A couple walking their dog. Ordinary people whose days were about to be violently interrupted. Two minutes must almost be up by now... Not knowing what else to do, I sat on the edge of the fountain and closed my eyes.

Then I heard it. The sound of the distant explosion. Even from another part of the city it was clear enough to know it was big and my heart sank even further. As I opened my eyes again I saw the people looking around in confusion. Everything else looked exactly as before. The crows were still picking through the trash by one of the benches, the wind was still swaying through the bare branches of the trees. The world still turned. Nature carried on, unfased. I was going to have to do the same...

I slung my backpack over my shoulder and began the walk back to my hotel. As I entered and saw the desk guy was still watching his tv show, whatever it was, with his feet propped up on the desk, I put down enough crumpled bills for a further three nights. I coughed and he turned to take them. He nodded, put them into the old cash register and resttled into the same position.

I slowly ascended the stairs and walked down the hall to my room. Once I was inside, I replaced the chair barricading the door and tossed my backpack onto the bed. Next I flicked on the TV, wanting to see exactly what had happened. As I sat on the bed, the newscasters relayed that police and the bat had managed to prevent anyone from taking the law into their own hands, and stopped the courthouse explosion. The mayor's office, on the other hand, had been completely decimated. They couldn't yet confirm whether anyone remained inside and kept replaying footage of people rushing out into the streets in total panic, followed by the black pillar of smoke rising from the burning remnants of the gutted building.

I laid back on the bed, my head feeling like it contained a swarm of angry bees, and tried to calm myself. I was certain I had to complete my plan. It was risky, sure - but I was already in danger, already marked. I figured I would buy a bus ticket, and if everything played out as intended then I'd ride it out of the city, and out of the state right after, without looking back. It had to be over the next few days, or the Joker's appearance would bring everything to a total halt. I had no time to waste. Sleep was no longer an option, not that I would have been able to regardless.

With new resolve, I got to my feet and retrieved the handgun from it's hiding spot in the bathroom. I slipped the clip inside and clicked everything back into place. With the safety on, I put it inside the cheap ladies purse I had aquired. It was unassuming enough. Then I emptied out the contents of my duffle bag onto the bed. Nothing in there would do for the next stage of the plan. I sighed in frustration. Shopping for clothes was not what I wanted to be doing at the best of times, let alone now. I just hoped that stepping into a clothing store wouldn't go as disatrously as my last experience... that was the start of this entire mess.

Everywhere I turned, people were talking about it, displaying the full catalogue of emotions. A cacophony of police sirens echoed in the air and some people had taken the advice and sheltered indoors, but many, espescially in the east end, had wandered out into the streets to see what was going on. People in this part of town were more used to rubbing shoulders with chaos in their every day lives. What's more, plenty of them were being made to carry on working as though nothing of note had happened. Between the people out rubber-necking and the others just going about their usual day with disinterest, it was a surreal scene.

I slipped into a run down looking thrift store with ease, past two old ladies talking animatedly by the door about the destruction of the Mayor's office. I shook my head a little in disbelief at how they were giddy with excitement, talking about the event like it was just the latest scandalous episode of a TV series. Still, I suppose if you get to old age, there's not a lot of interesting things going on in your life...

I methodically combed through the racks in search of something certain types of men would consider 'promiscuous'. I of course had nothing against any of the girls who dressed like that, it certainly was no excuse for how they often got treated, but it felt very alien to me. I tended to blend in, and hadn't worn anything which deliberately showcased any part of my body since before it was so badly broken and reassembled. It felt strange, like I was a kid putting on my mother's makeup, or an older sisters' clothes, maybe trying and failing to work out how to tie my Dad's tie. I thought about what Candy had been wearing... I couldn't manage something with a corset or heels that pointy, but it needed to suggest I was a working girl like her. I found a pair of over the ankle boots with a chunky block heel and found I could walk in them without much trouble.

At least I had the shoes covered. I moved along to a rack of skirts and tried to work out what length to take, settling on a leather one a few inches above the knee with a split up one thigh. I figured it might make running or kicking easier. I looked around for something to wear on my torso, finding a velvet bikini crop which left little to the imagination but still wasn't the most revealing item I could have landed on. Perhaps if my life had gone differently I would have worn it to a musical festival, with friends, laughing in the sunshine... I quickly pulled myself out of the reverie, realising that fantasizing about an alternate life for myself was how things had started out when I put on the purple dress. I grabbed a pair of black leather gloves and dumped my finds on the counter by the register. A young man sporting a bright pink mohawk and pink nails rang me up, whilst he chewed bubblegum and looked extremely disinterested. I paid and hurried out of the store with my bags containing the new aquisitions, suddenly aware of the countdown clock which had surely started for me.

Later, I stood in a crowd as I waited for the next train to pull into the station and a voice pulled me into the real world again.

"Well I always said this city only has all these problems because of them," this loud voice in particular caught me off guard.

I turned and saw that it was a young woman speaking to a man beside her. He said nothing as she continued her tirade.

"You can't tell me this has nothing to do with all the immigrants. He's probably one of them. We should round them up and -"

I sighed, set down my bags and punched the lady square in the face. Then I turned around, picking my things back up and as she was still reeling in shock, I carried on down the platform, calmly weaving in between people, ignoring the cries of onlookers and her screaming as she clutched at her now bloody nose. I sprang down the steps back onto the street level and walked as quickly as I could away from the scene I had caused. So much for taking the train to save my feet...

J had called my moral compass an annoyance, and usually I would have strongly disagreed with that sentiment, but sometimes it did me no good. Like now, as I was forced to walk the route back instead of riding two stops. I sighed defeatedly as my hand began to ache. To add to my frustration, I had now bruised my knuckles before I'd even started to enact the first parts of my plan.

Tag List

If I forgot anyone or you want to be removed from the tag list - please let me know! 💕

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@dance-like-a-clown

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@heath-ledger-jokers-wife

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@lightsabergirl

@clowning--around

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@harleenqvinn

@helchronicles

@ostricx

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@myassisasolarsystem

Dividers by @strangergraphics ✨️

Link to the Masterlist of other Chapters ⬇️

[pinkchrissysposts]

Hey Chris,I've been doing your challenge since it started and my perspective really changed about affirmations after wasting my 1 year to manifest through Neville and Edward Arts way,they are amazing but it was just not for me,after reading lots of post from bloggers mostly states related,affirming even for an hour felt like a crime to me,since they would say "affirming few times,visualizing scene is enough, wasting your time on affirming for an hour is a waste it's so 3D oriented",well not for me anymore,not hate them because through affirmations I was able to get in the state easier then just deciding and trusting my imagination,it's that I got low key brainwashed by bloggers who coached me.

1 day was enough for me to actually saturate my mind,and I felt so good all my worries disappeared within a day like in a snap I never experienced that with just trusting imagination. When I was affirming I wasn't doing it for 3d or 4d I just affirm to satisfy myself. I affirmed till I start to believe the affirmation that's it.

My desires are gradually showing up I'm doing the list method almost everything had manifested I'm so happy I followed along the challenge 😭

VERY GOOD ANONY 😭✨️SO PROUD THATNYOU TOOK ON THIS CHALLENGE,I'm amazed 😔🌸🎀keep going

[misfitgirlwrites]

TO-WRITE LIST!

Take a peek at the things I'm currently working on!

IMPORTANT LINKS

Masterlist | Writing Request Info | Commissions

Sacrifice(s) for which Fandom(s)?:

Hazbin Hotel

Gotham

The Dark Knight

The Joker Blogs

MG's Guide

🔞 | SMUT (18+)

💀 | GORE (18+)

✨️ | FLUFF

💔 | ANGST

COMING UP...

We'll Laugh Together (Re-Write) Chapter One (you're an author returning to Gotham after potentially the biggest writing gold-mine tragedy fell over the city. Determined for some type of inspiration for a new story, you use the perks of your best friend billionaire, and start digging) [The Dark Knight/The Joker Blogs]

Roses are...Blind Apparently-- (Lucifer M. x Fallen Angel!Reader | After visiting Charlie and meeting you, Lucifer couldn't get you out of his head. Once he finally decides to court you, however, you're as oblivious as they come) [Hazbin Hotel] ✨️

Misunderstandings & Stab Wounds (our homicidal ginger is only our favorite when the energy isn't towards us) [Gotham] 💔✨️

Flirting for Dummies (you can flirt with everyone in the hotel with no issue. You know you're not serious, so what's there to be nervous about? Angeldust notices the one person you never flirt with is Lucifer and decides to give you a few lessons in real flirting) [Hazbin Hotel] ✨️

WHAT'S AFTER...

We'll Cross That Bridge When We Get There -> Part One (you did have your eyes on Alastor but you just couldn't help yourself when Lucifer came into the picture~) [Hazbin Hotel]

-> Part Two (Lucifer and Alastor catch onto your game and you have to cross that bridge much sooner than you anticipated) 🔞

The Greatest Showman (Lucifer M. x Imp!Reader | It's an absolute crime that the literal creator of LuLu World can't see a movie that you think he'll love. Lucky for you, smuggling a movie from the living isn't as hard as it should be~) [Hazbin Hotel] ✨️

If any of these interest you and you want to be tagged when it drops, comment and let me know!

[caesariawritesstuff]

✨️✨️✨️☁️☁️☁️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😀😀😀 hi! inspired by your most recent post, do you have any other songs that make you think about C&M? I know I have a few, but I wanna know what the creator suggests. bye! 😀😀😀😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️☁️☁️☁️✨️✨️✨️

Oh, so many!!! Here's an extensive list below lol:

Cat & Mouse:

Heathens - Twenty-One Pilots

Glitter & Gold - Barns Courtney

A Symptom of Being Human - Shinedown

No Church in the Wild - Jay-Z & Kanye West

Legend - The Score

Ocean Eyes - American Avenue

Centuries - Fall Out Boy

Play with Fire (feat. Yacht Money) - Sam Tinnesz

Die With Me - Gemini Syndrome

Bang! - AJR

Start a War - Klergy & Valerie Broussard

Edward:

Polarize - Twenty-One Pilots

Crazy = Genius - Panic! At the Disco

Stronger - The Score

Monsters - Shinedown

Deranged - Coheed and Cambria

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

Detective:

Nightmare - Halsey

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift

Little Girl Gone - Chinchilla

Bounce Back - Chinchilla

Angel on Fire - Halsey

Gasoline - Halsey

Edward & Detective:

River - BRKN LOVE

Don't Blame Me - Taylor Swift

Saints - Echos

Partners in Crime - Set It Off

Rule #34 - Fish in a Birdcage

Tears of Gold (Slowed Down) - Faouzia

Daylight - David Kushner

Animals - Ivy & Gold

Beauty & the Beast - Chase Holfelder

Breath - Breaking Benjamin

Horns - Bryce Fox

I Fell in Love with the Devil - Avril Lavigne

Life Vest - The Material

Lovely - Billie Eilish & Khalid

[delirium-reflection]

our silly useless hazbin-oc headcanons for elliot/lux

@herringherringbones we love your artwork both of victor and are kind of blown away by your version of elliot! (so many! he's so perfect! is that a bishop's crook lamppost we see??)

we too confess we spent more time than we originally meant to thinking about elliot as a character. originally he was supposed to be just a throw away meant to give poor victor a reason to leave home. so without further ado we (sheepishly) present a list of random headcanons we have.

• in the great war he was a sharpshooter (sniper) trained in france

• fluent in french and laughably terrible at german

• initially thought of victor as just a tool for revenge but eventually became fond and even possessive of him

• taught victor a variety of skills over the years, mostly to aid him with his crimes, such as driving, lockpicking, pickpocketing, and marksmanship

• easily distracted by blood

• loves poetry ✨️ the gallows by edward thomas / leda and the swan w.b. yates ✨️

• bisexual (but due to the mental gymnastics of 1900's culture he considers himself 💯% straight.)

•favorite crime is kidnapping the rich for ransom

• technophile

• bought victor his first typewriter

• hired thugs, at least once, to intimidate/beat up rival newspaper writers that "bullied" victor

• would vehemently deny any involvement in ⬆️

• when teen!victor began to ask questions about the "birds and bees" elliot panicked, explained very things badly, then took vic to a brothel and paid one of the women to "teach" victor

• (the woman probably took victor aside and just gave him a basic sex ed course and sent him back to elliot. neither of them spoke about it again)

• hellverse!elliot goes by the name lux

• hits his head on things frequently

• probably continued doing petty crime even in hell. maybe formed a small gang but would lack in motivation to elevate himself like vox

• would hate alastor (and valentino) with a passion

• would fight them - even if it wasn't a good idea

• wouldn't care about violette, would be too interested in her cell phone

• probably would find mimsy attractive

[coeluvr]

White hair anon from yesterday here again. Thank you very much for answering my previous question. I’ll just add the fact that my MC can’t have white hair to the list of Luceris’ crimes. (I’m just kidding. I just picked the next best thing which is grey, which works out because my MC now has ash colored hair and fire colored eyes. 😉)

On a side note, I’ve been playing with E as male for awhile and found him to be kind of like a yapping chihuahua, a little annoying but you can ignore him. Then I switched E to female and now I find her kinda adorable, a little bit tsundere-ish.

So for my next question: Is E older or younger than the MC?

I didn't even think of the ash + fire combo when I added it, that's really cool! 🤔

The E thing is so funny, women just can't do any wrong 🥰

If you haven't played the canon short stories yet (link in the pinned post) then you should because you get to go to E's 18th birthday ball! E is one year younger than MC. ✨️

[amarenacherriezzz]

My 2024 Reading List ✨️📜💗

Books I've read this year:

Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata

The Seven Year Slip by Ashley Poston

Out by Kirino Natsuo

Sono hi no natsu by Kazuko Saegusa

Swimming in the Dark by Tomasz Jedrowski

Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin

Currently reading:

August Blue by Deborah Levy

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevski

What I plan on reading this year:

Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

The Guest by Emma Cline

Before the Coffee Gets Cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi (maybe?)

Let me know your recs 😘

[missbunnybunny]

Yup, Widow has finally lost it, well, more than what she had already lost. Why, you may ask. Well.....

Ghost: When we're actively gettin' shot at that's your suggestion?

Gaz: Not the time, Widow.

Soap: lass, with all do respect shut the fuck up.

Widow: I was just sayin' cuz i got 6 grenades left.

* 141 wonder why she has that many on her *

Ghost: that changes the story now.

Widow: Good, cuz am about to start some fun. * takes out a grenade*

Soap: Did you rob the armory?!?

Widow: noooo...🤷🏽‍♀️😶 * She DID IN FACT, Rob it. But we not talkin' about that. *

*✨️ Another crime has been added to the list - Reckless bombing or this a war crime? ✨️- we shall see what else she commits *

__

- daily life of 141 in just a few gifs -

* Soap doing his chaotic routine *

🎵 I woke up in a new Bugattiii...🎵

* Gaz questioning if this is what he signed up for * 🎵They ask you how you are, and you just have to say that you're fine, but you're not fine 🎵

* Ghost being done with this shit, like it's 7 in the morning!*

* Also Ghost *

* Captain Price watching all of this go down. An incident report smells fresh in the air 🫠*

* his thought process *

König:

* Poor könig going through it, so many things happing all a round him And where is Widow ?*

🎵 I wanna goo home, I wanna goo home🎵

* and last but not, it's our favorite girl widow *

Let's see... donde estas ella - where is she.-

* Widow is helping truck-kun isaki?? Girl the fuck 😰? Widow how? she drivin', HELP! we gonna DIE😭.*

* ✨️new crime unlocked : Crimes Against Humanity✨️ *

🎵 Pullin' out the coupe at the lot..

..Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy

I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s 🎵

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Widows crimes gave no limits. None at all, I have created a menace to society 🤣. May the gods have mercy on us. Cuz Widow sure ain't gonna.

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I think I had way too much fun making this one. Peace out y’all- Author-san

Please like,reblog, or boost this post, THANK YOU!

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[julietrk]

So, I finally finished a fic.

Have fun✨️✨️✨️

Nobody expected Neal to know any heroes. Nobody expects him to even like them, being a thief and all.

Now imagine their surprise when he laughs in the face of the Red Hood, Gotham crime lord and number one on the FBI most wanted list, and lives to tell the tale.

Or alternatively: how Neal and Jason girlboss, gatekeep, gaslight the entire FBI White Collar department, and how Peter fears for his life.

[fcktaken]

Hi! Happy weekend! ✨️

For the end-or-year book ask: 1, 3, 5, 9, 12 and 25.

And happy weekend to you 💖

1: How many books did you read?

I don't know! I didn't keep track, which will make answering all these questions a whole endeavor of trying to remember, but oh well I'll do my best. I know it's less than last year (56, thanks to long covid), and so many that I definitely forgot a bunch so I'd say maybe 38.

3: What were your top 5 books of the year?

Earthsea (or the first four books of it?) by Ursula K. LeGuin. I found it in a box on the street and since I had been wanting to read her I took it and was completely blown away by her world building, the development of characters and complexity over the four books.

Babel by R.F. Kuang: I liked the world, the magic, the connection between the characters and the deep and intertwined problems they all had. It also reminded me of my love for translations.

Zeit der Verluste (Time of Losses) by Daniel Schreiber: An essay about the loss and grief: his very personal one about the his father, the common or shared one of lost certainties in the world. Interspersed with psychological and philosophical explanations of loss, and beautiful descriptions of Venice in winter.

Intimacies by Katie Kitamura: Haunting, intense, again the complexity of translation

Die Möglichkeit von Glück by Anne Rabe: A book about growing up in the last years of the GDR/the 90s in Eastern Germany.

9: Did you get into any new genre?

Not really new, but I discovered a crime novel I liked (The Edge by Dick Francis) which was not that graphic and brutal, while also being fun and nicely old school woke.

12: Any books that disappointed you?

Yes, The Three Body Problem. It bugged me so much that the dude main character's wife and kid are introduced in the beginning and then just never reappear again. He just randomly runs around to understand what is happening and save the world, but his motivation stayed so unclear to me? It was not his family, but more to prove others wrong? Also the sci-fi of it did not captivate me, but that was maybe because I don't know enough about the genre to get more of what is happening.

25: What reading goals do you have for next year?

Mostly just read what comes my way in form of presents or recommandations, at the library or at a store. Reread some of the old books I have at home to decide if I want to keep them or throw them out (like I did with Wilde's Picture of Dorian Gray recently, which kinda got on my nerves with the characters being so awfully witty and clever the whole time). Maybe keep a list again.

[azure-horizons]

Have a list of my plants, not by what they are but by what I named them.

It is midnight and I am feeling ✨️autistic✨️

First is Allan dracula, tall spikey boi of old ish age. I call him my house palm even if he isn't a palm / a type of grass. Has pet moss.

Next is baby baby boy my son. Feels like rubber but is definitely not rubber, I love my confused son who reaches out to me when I sleep.

Next is tomomathny, or cheese as I like to call them. They have been searching lately and the arms are disturbingly long and they have three of em I think? They are trying to escape my window.

Next is spider grass... I do not care for spider grass.

Next is Mr.bubbs, tiny tiny little guy and immune to death. I forgot he existed for half a year and he is perfectly fine, he lives in a snail pot and I believe that is the cause.

Next is Tormnado, hehe funny leafs go spin shape teehee.

Next is the prodigal son, he is new and banished to the craft room with the crime of I have no room for him. I feel he will turn out like tomomathny, growing long arms. Time will tell and the future is unsure for my grocery store boy.

Next is Steve II, (not to be confused with steve or steve I) in an absolutely huge pot because he is a space hog and when i tried to split and re pot he amalgamated into one plant blob, I fear he will out live me.

The mob is not to be counted, the mob exists against my will, banished in plain sight.

Next is glempus, my beloved son of window watching and pain. I fear him a healthy amount as should everyone.

The pity plant is not mine but was a gift from me, so it is on the list. Grew a pink flower once :)

[steelthroat]

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Hiii thanks for the ask!

Okkk so:

👓-what helps you focus while you write?

Either a specific music I chose for THAT specific fic or background noises from a site I saved a while ago. But I can't write without headphones on because I have the same attention of a bee in a flower field...

💕-what is your favorite fic you've written?

mhhhh "Sore Wings" is an important milestone and I look at it fondly because it was my first time writing smut. It's not terrible but I cringe a little when rereading it because I could have done better I hindsight...

Missing home is the one I hold closest to my heart tho. I think it will be replaced by some of the new wips I'm doing but atm it's this one :). It just feels idk I like it, I really should continue that series aaaaah

✨️-out of the comments you've received on your fics two or three of your favorites:

Hmmmm let's see

[those 2 am dictionary and thesaurus hunts are evil. *hugs* But not only did you pull it off - it came out great! <3 Well wrote!] (Glitch, glitch, glitch)

[Uhm, the fact that this fic of yours has so little comments is a huge crime because this is so good. You nail down both Meggy and OP's characteristics, how these two dumbasses seem to be so different and opposite at first, but they all share the same visions and dreams (minus the method how to achieve them but they can work it out if Megan stops being a bull head 😀 😀😀). Plus, I want more of this and hope you are still planning to continue this fic. P.S. I just read your newest fic "Missing Home" and it was so good I have to check more of your works and found this gem 💎] (the spark that started the fire etc omg why did i write such a long title ffs.... I FEEL SO GUILTY ABOUT THIS COMMENT BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN MONTHS SINCE I UPDATED THIS FIC OMG SORRRRRRY)

This was... wow... no words only jsjajanzbxksmzm. I can't process this fic rn all my brain functions are gone (in a good way I promise) (Sore Wings)

I honestly could list all of them because every time I recieve a comment I just feel so overjoyed and grateful I start dancing around the house! LIKE OMG YOU PEOPLE. YOU ARE READING AND TAKING TIMW TO COMMENT THANK YOU I WILL KILL MY FIRSTBORN FOR YOU UNIRONICALLY.