#blacky reads things

[myblacknightworld]

Reading the Oresteia, being just on page 9 and talking about Iphigenia's sacrifice, and Agamemnon's making me cry. He was so sad 😭😭😭

[unadulteratedragon]

changed artemis' collar to the one my dad gifted for her in honor of him visiting for his birthday tomorrow and she hates the sound of the bell so much 💀

[crimson-and-clover-1717]

In 208, we see Ed reading Stede’s letter. Previously, in 109, we see Ed sign his name with an X. Some think these two ideas conflict. I don’t think they do. Literacy is a spectrum. It’s possible to be able to at least read to some degree, but not write almost at all.

In children, reading usually occurs first, writing follows. It’s possible Ed learned some reading skills from his mother, or picked up some reading on the hop. He’s very clever. We know also there was a cut scene confirmed by Damien Gerard (Father Teach). It involved Ed and his father in which Ed is told to stop with his ‘stories’ and get out into the real world. Ed and Stede’s characterisations are very closely aligned in more ways than we imagine. I mean, there is a reason Ed is so excited about all of Stede’s books.

The presumption that Ed is entirely illiterate bothers me, actually; and I do think there is sometimes an unconscious racial bias here. Ed’s captained ships for years extremely successfully. I refuse to believe Ed doesn’t have some degree of literacy in order to read maps. Unless we think Izzy’s reading things to him! Is Izzy literate? He seems to be able to read ‘For the New Unicorn’. He clearly knows what it says because he reads it a second time and smiles. Are we suggesting Izzy can read and Ed cannot? If so, why?

Second, Ed’s signing the Act of Grace with an X, doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to write his name. Many people didn’t like to write their names clearly for fear of forgery, especially someone with Ed’s notoriety. Can you imagine what could be done with the genuine signature of Edward Teach, Blackbeard?

Plus, I really like how the X continues to feed into the theme of ‘Who is Ed?’ What should his signature say? Ed Teach? How we’re spelling that? Teach? Thache? Or is it Edward? Captain? Blackbeard? Blackie? Jeff? The Kraken?? Seriously, though. Ed goes by a number of pseudonyms. His identity is unmoored. X covers them all. Take your pick. As Mary says about her chosen artist moniker, ‘Adds an air of mystery.’ Ed’s all about the art of fuckery. Keep them on their toes.

The X can also be denied at a later date. It’s signing your name, but not signing your name. The weight of legality is on the witnesses here, which is undeniably strong, but it might still allow some wriggle room. Who knows. Ed’s canny. He’s not going to hand over his identity fully on a legal document if he doesn’t have to. He’s still trying to hand his identity to himself. It’s also possible Ed is playing into the ‘illiterate man of colour’ presumption to empower himself and not give away his entire personhood here.

He might not be a prolific letter-writer, but trust me: Edward Teach knows how to write ‘Edward Teach’ (born on a beach). He just won’t be forced to.

[ficjoelispunk]

Ch 11 - Love & Hate

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A/N: HEY GUYS! I was very anxious for this chapter. I received help from a genuinely kind person, she made the revisions for me and the corrections in this chapter... I’m so grateful, @angelofsmalldeath-codeine you’re amazing. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. So, basically this chapter will be more pleasant to the reader, without grammatical errors due to translation. I hope you like it. ❤️

The Cali cartel wouldn't let it slide. They would respond accordingly.

A single slip on a whim was enough. Pablo's mother went to church on Christmas Eve. The Castaño brothers managed to follow her and attack Pablo's family forcing hem to flee.

Pablo would be against attacking. It was just a matter of time. And a war would start on the streets of Medellín. Sooner or later.

You just received a letter informing that Blackie's girlfriend's family had been murdered. It was Christmas Eve. They killed a pregnant woman. Pregnant. Los Pepes acted again.

You asked Trujillo to deliver the letter to Peña. You didn't want to have to see him.

"¿Estás bien?" Trujillo asked.

“I don't want to see this kind of thing anymore..." your eyes were full of tears.

You left the department as fast as you can. You warned Javier that this would get out of control. If you saw him, you would end up losing your mind.

"Esto acaba de llegar" Trujillo delivers the letter to Javier.

He closes his eyes after reading the information. Knowing that you saw that.

"Esto se está saliendo de control, Peña"

Javier runs his fingers down his chin. He reaches for his gun and leaves.

He goes to the crime scene. The place is quiet, just the noise of the team collecting evidence, death scattered throughout the room in the house. All dead. Blood.

***

It was already late at night, you are reading, the dim light of the lamp next to your bed, with a baby pink nightgown, with lace on the hems and neckline.

You hear someone knocking on the door of your accommodation.

You frowned. You hesitated.

Three more beats.

You get up and walk to the door.

Javier Peña, propped up with his big hands on the frame of your door.

You freeze at the sight of him . It takes a few minutes to process, and remember how to speak.

"What are you doing here?"

Javier's eyes dance on your body from head to toe. Seeing you with this night gown falling on the curves of your body was the only thing that could turn off his mind.

"Can I come in?"

"No. What do you want?"

Javier's eyes were deep. And you knew that in addition to the lust that waved at you, he was sadder than indecency.

"Enter"

You turn your face away, letting the air out through your mouth.

"No, I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to see you, and first of all, I'm just doing what you asked me to do"

"I..." Javier hesitates "I just wanted to talk"

You look at him.

"You're stinking of cigarettes and exhaling alcohol from your pores" you try to argue.

Anything not to have him in your room, because you know where it would end.

"Please, it's Christmas"

"So what? Do I look like Mrs Claus or something ?"

Javier stares at you. And you know he wouldn't get out of there if you didn't give in.

You roll your eyes. And pushes the door making room for him to pass.

"Thank you" Javier comes in.

It was stupidly ridiculous how you always ended up doing what he wanted. You close the door, and turn to Javier crossing your arms.

"What do you want to talk about?"

That was a good question.

Javier was watching your room. He walked to the bedside table, reached the book you were reading. Killing time. The last time he was in your dorm you were missing.

The truth is that not even Javier knew exactly what he was doing there. After leaving the crime scene. It was as if his head was connected to yours by an invisible wire, which pulled him to you. He just needed to be with you.

You were like a refuge for him in stressful times and shitty days at work. It was you who could turn off the noise of the world around. You were someone that made him comfortable. He wanted to be with you. He wanted to be part of you.

His legs automatically walked to your door. He didn't know exactly what to say, how to say it, but he wanted to be with you.

He scratched his nose, ran his fingers through his mustache. The hand on his waist, while looking at you.

"I didn't regret it," he said.

You frowned confused.

"What?"

"In the cleaning room, you said I regretted getting involved with you," he explained, "I didn't regret it"

You're froze for a while.

Javier Peña listened to you after all.

His eyes begin to dance on you, your hair stuck in a messy bun at the top of your head, go down your neck, your collarbone, the volume of your tight breasts in your arms crossed in front of your body. The curve of your hip contrasting with your waist. Your bare legs.

Javier runs his tongue through his lips. You were mouth-watering. He looked at you with devotion.

You blink a few times trying to concentrate.

"And what does that mean?"

Javier sighs.

"I just didn't want you to think you didn't mean anything to me. Because..." he hesitates "you do mean something to me”

What was going on?

"Look, Javier, I don't want you to think that just because we have sex you owe me something. I just want you to respect me"

"I respect you"

"You avoid me, and pretend I'm invisible if I arrive too fast not giving you a chance of you running away at the first opportunity"

Javier closes his eyes, and presses his fingers over them.

You were right. From the moment he realized the effects you had on him. From the moment he realized that he didn't want to and couldn't get involved with another woman, no matter how much he tried. That if he was with another woman, it was you he was thinking of .

An idiotic defense mechanism began to whistle and take control of his attitudes towards you. Out of fear. Afraid of what he was feeling.

"I'm sorry" Javier's voice was low and low.

You frowned again, tilting your body slightly forward towards him.

"Who are you? And what did you do with Javier Peña?"

He smiles blandly.

"I'm serious," he stares at you.

You sigh.

“You're sorry, Javier, you don't owe me anything”

He nods. And he stays silent for a while. Making you anxious. Uncomfortable. You didn't know what to expect.

"Where do you intend to go with this conversation?"

"I don't know what I'm doing, but the only thing I know for sure is that I'd like to be with you, I'd like to be good to you"

"So you want to be with me, be good to me, telling me to disappear? I can't understand you"

"I just wanted to keep you away..."

Your mouth opens in surprise, Javier was talking about feelings, obviously the effect of alcohol.

"Well, then, congratulations, you did it"

"I don't want to hurt you"

"Javier, I'm already hurt, mentally and physically"

He stared at you, frowning. There was silence for a while.

Slowly Javier begins to walk towards you.

His big and firm hands sliding through the greeting of your arms.

You drown into the puppy's eyes as he stares at you. He approaches by reducing the distance between you.

"I tried to ignore it. Pretend it was just an attraction. But nobody’s made me feel that way..."

Javier's fingers slide the strap of your night gown down your shoulders. Chills run through your body. You are unable to move.

"Nothing has this effect you have on me"

Javier's fingers slid smoothly along the contour of your face.

"Javier, you just want sex" you held his fists.

"Maybe. But I want it with you, only you"

You feel a knot in your stomach, it seemed like you were being hit by something right in the middle of your chest.

"You're drunk"

"I'm telling the truth"

You looked at him over his eyelashes.

"You made me sad, you wanted to make me sad, you left me alone" your voice was a whisper.

Javier slides his fingers into the curve of your breasts, your hardened nipples mark the fabric of your nightgown, you feel your mound throbbing.

"I'm sorry"

His fingers come down sliding your breast and you stiffen. Close your eyes.

"You only look for me when you need to forget the shit you're doing" you hesitate when you no longer feel his fingers caressing your body, opening your eyes.

"You make me feel good" he holds your chin.

"Where do you want to go with this?"

You weren't able to process what was happening. The things Javier was talking about. What was the point of that?

Javier leans over you towards your lips. Warm hands around your face, you close your eyes. Your noses leaning against each other.

"I want you" he whispers.

Your breathing is irregular. Your head seems to be foggy. Nothing is clear. It's all messed up.

You put your hands on his chest, trying to get some kind of control over him.

"You just want a distraction from your problems" your lips were so close that you felt the pinching of Javier's mustache on your skin.

He shook his head.

"No..." he walks away so he can look at you "When it's over, I always want to leave. But with you..." he hesitates, studying your face "with you, I want to stay"

Your stomach drops. The blood seems to have been drained from your body. You're silent for a while.

What was that? A Christmas miracle?

"Javi..." You close your eyes and shake your head, trying to organize the thoughts "this is not right"

"Look at me" he tries to hold your face in his hands .

You bite your lips. Javier's smell was like some kind of drug, a psychoactive made especially for you.

"Please..." was almost a whisper.

You obey.

"I'm telling you the truth. I tried to deny it, but..." he tries to find the words, his eyes dancing between your mouth and your eyes "I can't..."

You hold his fists again, around your face.

"You make things difficult for me, doing the wrong things, acting recklessly, without thinking about the consequences, being a total asshole..."

He interrupts you.

"I can solve this" he frowned.

You release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. .

"You can, but are you going to?"

Javier’s hand grabs your waist, pulling his body against yours hot, big, hard, you feel his cock already hard behind the jeans.

His eyes darkened with desire, hunger, with all the things he wants to do with you, half-closed.

"Yes," he murmurs, moving your hair out of the way, moving to your neck.

"Yes?" You repeat more than you really ask.

"Yes" he whispered in his ear.

You don't need much convincing, you easily lose all the determination, in fact, very little determination you left when trying to stay away from Javier Peña. Your mind totally goes blank at the touch of his soft lips on your neck. Feeling his heavy breath on your skin.

His hands reach for your back, pulling you as close as possible. Your pussy clenches around nothing.

There you were, the lust and desire, the two pillars of your relationship.

Javier's mouth runs down your neck slightly while the other hand slides down the fabric of your nightgown, you do not resist. You just feel a tingling heat radiating on your stomach.

The fabric of your clothes slipping down your body releases your breasts, leaving them naked, exposed. Javier's fingers smoothly ghosting over your nipple, your body stiffens. His warm hand massaging your breasts.

"You're beautiful” he whispers.

Javi keeps nipping down till he reaches your breasts and takes a nipple in his mouth. Your hands quickly reach for Javier's hair. His tongue dances softly over your perked up nipple, you let out a satisfying moan down your throat.

He knelt down, and slid the rest of the fabric of your night gown off your body, pooling it on the floor around your feet. You are naked in front of Javier as he is kneeling.

He looks at you with devotion. His hands holding your waist firmly, his fingers sinking into your flesh.

"You're like a Victorian painting" his tone is almost like worship. He draws a path of soft kisses down your stomach. Working his way down.

Your fingers slide through his soft hair. His hands move from your waist to grab your ass.

There was no turning back. You would let him do whatever he wanted to you. You are pliable to his will. Completely surrendered. Javier was the first man who made you feel this way.

Javier inhaled your scent while the roughness of his mustache contrasted on your soft skin. His lips found their pile, you grasp for air with an open mouth.

"Let's go to bed" you manage to say.

Javier stands up, his eyes hooded and dark with desire, trained on you, overflowing with sire. You take off his jacket, sliding over his broad shoulders and unbutton his shirt, both ending on the floor. Your hands go down Javier's defined chest, sending chills through his body, making him twitch, your fingers make their way down until they reach the waistband of his jeans.

Javier kisses your forehead, tilts his head to the side, to fit your lips into his, pressing a warm and firm kiss. You unbutton his jeans and undo the zipper.

You trail down Javier’s abdomen with soft kisses until you reach his underwear, quickly removing it. His cock is hard when it springs free, it’s leaking precum already. You removed his jeans and underwear with a swift movement. You get on your knees with your gaze trained in him.

Your hands hold the base of Javier's cock, you open your mouth, without breaking eye contact with him, you put the head of his cock in your mouth, wrapping your lips around him.

"Fuck" Javier was panting.

You could see his chest go up and down fast. You started sucking, lowering your lips along his length, until you felt his head in your throat, your hands held his leg, and you started working his shaft with your lips. Javier's hands went to your hair, holding it between his fingers. Your tongue began to curl around him, pressing his length, as you moved your lips, his hands began to pull your head, you increased the pace, but he pulled your hair, taking your mouth out of him.

Javier threw his head back.

"Fuck, babe! You're so good to me..." he was panting "I don't want it to end like this"

Javi pulled you up, passing through your waist, go down to your ass, to the back of your thigh, lifting your body to be on your lap, your two legs cross around Javier's waist, as he walks to the edge of your bed, putting a knee on it, and leaning to lie down.

You crawl to the middle of the bed, and open up to him. He positions his shoulders behind your thighs, his hands on the pulp of your ass, while looking at your pussy shining at him.

"Hermosa" he mumbles

You lean on your elbows, watching Javier bite his lips, and leaning over to prove you.

He moans as he dips his tongue into you, feeling your warmth and its bittersweet taste, his fingers open you to him, before you feel his tongue sliding once again to your rigid and tensioned clit, making your body spasm with the contact. Shivering. Your head falls backwards.

Your hands stick on the sheet under you, while Javier's tongue works in your middle, making your body squirm in response.

His hands firm on your hip, in an attempt to keep you still, you whine, Javi presses his lips around your clit sucking it the heat of his mouth, his tongue on you. He was eating you as if it were his favorite meal.

"Javi..." your hands ran through his hair.

Javier is looking at you, his eyes narrow, watching your mouth open as your back begins to form an arch, he circles your clitoris with his tongue, and slides two fingers into you, working together in tandem with his tongue.

Your hip starts to move back and forth on his face. It was Javier Peña, and he knew exactly what to do with you. His fingers are dexterous, reaching the place he knows makes your breath. You turn your head to the side in an attempt to drown out your moans in bed. While Javier reaches the sp spot inside you that he knows makes you melt.

You don't take off and you are soon swinging on your thighs around Javier's head, you tremble and he knows you're close. You cum with a strangled moan, the wave of pleasure that radiates through your body, your pussy squeezing Javier's fingers, your goes dark.

His hands caressed your stomach with a slight pressure, calming you as you come do your high , he feels your body relaxed on the bed, his lips kiss the inside of your thigh.

As soon as your breathing stabilizes, Javier holds his cock, writhing when he sees you melted for him.

He was beautiful under the yellow light of your lamp. The pink tip dripping precum, the thick vein of his length, Javier leans over to kiss you, as you feel his weight on your body, skin with skin, so for the first time, lying down, naked bodies on a bed.

A warm, soft, needy kiss, his tongue licking into your mouth, you feel your taste on his tongue.

You around his waist, holding him into you. Your hips moving in a desperate attempt to slide his cock into you.

"Easy, babe," he smiles, bringing his hand to guide him to your entrance as you lift your head to watch him.

But Javier slides into you, sinking his cock, in your tight heat, until his body was totally over you, your hips together, your pussy throbbing.

He moves his lips a sharing ing at you, his heavy breaths, sharing the same air, you run your fingers through his hair, caressing, Javier closes his eyes, feeling your affection, you two seemed to be one , his nose brushed yours , you felt his cock writhing inside you.

"Javi, please" your hip moves looking for him. Wishing for something, you were sore, desperate for him to possess you.

"Please, what?" He murmured over his lips.

"I need to feel you..."

Javier touches his forehead against yours, and somehow he pressed painfully deeper on you, and retreated, slowly, redoing the path, you moved your hip, in his rhythm, he began to sink into you more firmly, opening you to him, building your orgasm at a painful and electrifying pace. You feel your hips meet with his obscene noises.

You throw your head back sighing with your lips open. Your hands pull his body, your legs hold around him, all so that he is as close as you can manage to.

Your pussy clenches Javier's cock, while he makes his way inside you. As much as this is not the first time you feel his cock sink into you, you are sure you won't get used to how big and thick he is.

"Fuck, babe" he murmurs between your neck "it looks like you were made for me"

And it was real, you moved as if you knew where you needed to be, hands, lips, legs, the heat and weight of Javier's body on top of yours, it was intoxicating, and the more you had, the more you wanted, it was a hunger that did not go away.

You moan, unable to find words, while your room is filled with heat and dizzying noises.

Javier's cock hitting deep inside you, reaching places you didn't know could be reached, making you feel the pressure forming again in your core, ready to cum for the second time for him.

This time you feel Javier more cautious, a gentle caution that borders on affection and need.

It is difficult for him to hold on when he is inside you, the path to his release is so short and satisfying that being inside you becomes a torture so that he does not cum so fast.

He feels you squeeze around him. Javier slides completely out of you, leaving your pussy throbbing with desire.

You're whining.

He turns you on your back and bring your hips up. You open your legs so that it stays around his knees. He is squeezing your ass.

"This is certainly the vision of paradise," he murmurs, as he pushes his head to the mattress, leaving you prancing for him.

And he pushes his cock into you slowly getting used to this new angle.

"Goddammit.." he says with gritted teeth. If it was difficult before, now it was much more.

The position left free access to Javier's cock, and he could get deeper into you. He could perfectly see your pussy swallowing his cock, while grabbing your ass perfectly pulling you against him.

You took a deep breath when you felt it hit your cervix. The noise of both your hips when he pushed so deep into you, that you became one. Your hand slides to your clitoris, touching yourself as he moves his hip with obscene sounds.

You start to move too, chasing your orgasm. Javier gets paralyzed when you start rolling in front of him with his cock inside you.

"Fuck, hermosa, that's..." he releases the air, without words. "I love feeling you like this..." he was panting "you're going to cum, just relax baby, let go"

He moans almost a cry of adoration, when he feels your pussy squeezing his co as you moan his name desperately, cumming on his cock.

"Yeah, cariño, that’s it" Javier's hands go down your spine, while your body suffers from pleasure. And he can't hold back any longer, he pressed himself into you, holding his cock as deep as possible, faltering over your impulses, you feel him swell and pulse inside you, with a primitive and animalistic sound behind you, whispend filled y dripped down your leg.

Your vision has darkened, with so much pleasure, and how his orgasm drains your energy. As soon as you realize that Javier's pulse has calmed down, his legs slide down the bed. Javier slips out of you with a moan.

His hands slip down your leg collecting what leaked from your pussy, his fingers pushing inside you. You moan. Just opening your leg to give access to his fingers.

Next to you, Javier slides two of his fingers back into you, you are oversensitive after two orgasms.

"You want more" he kisses your shoulder.

You shake your head. Unable to do anything else.

"Mhmmm" overwhelmed.

The sensitivity makes it easier, you are smooth with him dripping from you, then Javier inserts his third finger, making you moan an even more pleasurable song to his ears.

"You get one more babe..." he encourages when he feels your needy pussy squeezing around his fingers again “just relax and give me one more Hermosa”

He kisses your back, your shoulders...

So tight, sucking his fingers, that they writhe inside you to get to the point where he knows it makes you see stars. You chase his fingers with your ass up.

"Relax cariño, just relax and come for me, I know you can" he says in your ear.

It doesn't take long for your body to start squeezing in hard spasms, you release the air through your mouth in worship. The third orgasm passing through your body, leaving you seeing white.

"Javi..."

He chases your orgasm, until he stops feeling your body shaking.

Javier lies next to you, he puts his arm under your head. His fingers fixing your hair. You are jelly, Javier needs to pull your body, completely soft with pleasure.

He kisses your forehead.

"Merry Christmas, babe" he speaks softly, while fixing his body pressed to your body.

You didn't know it was possible to achieve this level of pleasure. He was the first to get it out of you. He was the only one who could do it.

Your head on his chest, the smell of Javier clouding your mind, still troubled by orgasms. Your breaths calming down, together. Javier's fingers sliding down your spine.

"What do you want from me, Javi?" You murmur, your lips slipping the warm skin of his body, leaving a kiss on his chest, sighing.

Javi is silent for a while.

"Is it just sex for you?" He asks.

It takes you some time to process. Javi feels like you've been frozen.

"Why are you asking me that?"

He shrugged.

"I want to know how you feel"

What if you said something wrong and he just disappeared?

You two were adults. The truth will always be your choice. If he can't handle it. May he get better.

"I..." hesitates "I don't know, at first yes, but..." you get up, supporting your elbow next to him on the bed, he "is it just sex for you?" You repeat the question to him.

He smiles, releasing the air through his nose. Javier looks at you, and passes a stir of your hair behind your ear, his fingers sliding down your jaw.

"That's what we just did. It's definitely not just sex"

You blink at him. Running your eyes for his peaceful expression after sex. So, here and now, his face was clear, without expression marks, the crease on his forehead, always apparent, disappeared.

Your hand over to hold his face, and caress him with your thumb, your chin rests on his chest.

"What are we going to do?"

Javier's fingers caress his hair.

"I want you" he speaks softly, as if it were a secret.

"Javi..."

You knew he was a man of several women. You've never seen him date anyone. Don't even take anyone seriously. Which way was he trying to go?

"No, cariño, I thought I would never find someone like that, for me, but you've been here all this time. I know I'm an idiot most of the time, but I can't excuses when we just made love as if we were going to merge our bodies into each other."

Make love. The day has comd when you heard Javier Peña say he makes love.

You smile. Without being able to hide it.

"What is it?" He smiles too.

"You're messing with hard drugs" you remember the day he said he didn't love.

He smiles, and pulls you up, so he can be close to your mouth. The fact that you are warmed by a strangely contagious happiness is too much to hide, to contain. You tried to deny yourself, keeping busy as long as you can so as not to think how much you wan all Javier Peña for youself.

And now he was there, delivered like a Greek god to his beloved human, in your bed.

His eyes study you. You press a soft kiss on his lips. While you run your fingers through his hair.

"I would do anything for you, I know I can be good for you," he murmurs on your lips.

"You are a good man, Javi"

"Come here" he opens his arms, offering you his chest for you to lie down "can I stay?" He asks.

"Yes" you settle in his body, intertwining your legs in him.

***

You wake up before Javier. He looked peaceful, sleeping like a baby. He was so big that your bed was too small for him.

You got away of him slowly so as not to wake him up. You always woke up earlier and arrived earlier, he could sleep longer if he wanted to, you didn't want to wake him up.

You took the opportunity to observe him lying on your bed, to keep it in your memory. That was one of the best nights of your life. You already slept together, but now it was another scenario. You bit your thumb between your teeth, remembering how he spoke to you yesterday, each word a blow to your heart surrendered to Javier.

You hear a noise on the floor, and startles in a fright. Running your eyes on the floor, looking for the sound, as fast as you can.

Coming from the clothes you discarded the night before, you move the floor, quickly in the hope of not waking up Javier.

It was his cell phone ringing.

"Peña" you say, still crouching on the floor, without worrying what they would think with you answering his phone at the first hour of the day.

"It's Don Berna"

You freeze, your legs softened. Your stomach fell.

Don Berna. You heard that name. You met this man. He was responsible for your kidnapping.

"I need to discuss business with Peña, is he there?"

You're still on the floor. The heart racing.

Javier sat on the bed looking at you, sleepy. He gestures asking who it was.

Watch your hand falling slowly holding the phone.

Javier noticed your expression as if you had seen a ghost, pale, you are crouched on the floor. Your mouth slightly open.

He frowned. And he gets up, reaching for his pants on the floor putting them on, as he walks to you.

He reaches for the phone in your hand.

"Peña"

"It's me, Berna, I need to talk to you"

Javier hangs up immediately. He presses his lips in a thin he. Now he understands the reason for your shock. He kneels down to reach you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Don't touch me" you push his hand.

It was as if Javier's touch burned your skin. His eyes were snapped.

Did you know that Javier was involved with Los Pepes, some cartel, some drug trafficker enemy of Pablo, could turn a blind eye to it, because although they are an unscrupulous group, and knowing that this could trigger a disaster, they were after Pablo Escobar.

But Javier and Don Berna? No. Not him. This man kidnapped you. He left you 9 days in the hands of disgusting creatures. Taking you to extremes of fatigue. Fears. Traumas. There was no way you could get over it. The simple memory of what you went through, awakened what was worst in you. You feel betrayed.

They tried to rape you and Javier was meeting the man who threw you in the lion's den?

Your hands cover your body, as if Javier wasn't in you the night before. You reach for your nightgown on the floor.

"Cariño, I can explain"

"Don't call me that."

You couldn't breathe. Just dress as fast as you can and run to the other side of the bed.

Javi gets up as soon as he sees you basically running from him.

He tries to reach you.

You back off. Your arms wrapped around your body.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Shouldn't I? Are you doing business with the man who kidnapped me, what do you want me to do?"

"No..." Javier shakes his head, keeps the tone low, patient.

"Did you participate in this? Did you have any involvement with my kidnapping? Did you offer me in exchange for information?"

Javier froze with your assumptions.

"What?" He frowned "no! Of course not, I never..."

"So what is it? Do you know where he is and are you going to arrest him?" You're a little hysterical.

"Listen to me"

"No" you're in denial "I can't believe you... how could I be so stupid? You used me..." you were sobbing, and you're not sure when it started.

"What? Babe, please…" Javi was surprised "No... I don't..." Javier advanced towards you, but you retreated until you were leaning against the wall.

"Stay away from me"

"Babe..." he seemed to feel some pain.

"Is that what I was for you? A fucking currency of exchange for information. That's why you didn't give me access to the files... everything makes sense!" You had your hands on your head while squeezing your body, as if you wanted to get rid of your skin. "How can you?" You stared at Javier, continuing with your daydream.

He was perplexed. He didn't know if he was sad that you found out like this. Or because you make these assumptions of him. He would never use you.

"Get out" you point to the door.

"No. You need to listen to me" he walks up to you, stretches his hands in front of his desperate body "please believe me or not, I would never negotiate you for information, never..."

"So you're going to arrest him? Are you going to turn him in?" Tears flowed down your face.

Javier feels desperate.

"Babe, IIt's not like that, you know, I can't..." he murmurs.

You smile ironically, looking at the ceiling. Sticking your nails to your arms.

You walk to the pile of clothes on the floor, reach for his shirt on the floor, and throw it to him.

"I’m not your babe. Get. Out."

"No, we can't stay like this, I would never do something like this to you, please, you need to believe me..."

"I trusted you" you were inconsolable sobbing "I trusted you and you used me..." you couldn't finish

Javier shook and advances holding you in his hug, you try to let go but you can't.

"Please babe, I'll never..."

You push his chest hard.

"Don't touch me!" You screamed. Wiping your tears with the back of your hand, your breath, trying to get back together "How could I be with you when you're working and cofor ng up for the man who kidnapped me?"

Javier looks away.

"Is that how you want to be good to me? Getting involved with the man who locked me in a room, leaving me there to be raped by the son’s of the cartel bosses?"

Javier shook his head. Prosecuting. You were right. He put on his shirt. His body was sore, tense. He felt an eagerness to do something but there was nothing he could say or do to fix it. He walks reluctantly to the door.

"Sorry," he says, and leaves his room. Martyring yourself.

You feel tears of anger and pain running down your face.

Stupid!

With Javier it was like that. You went from 0 to 100 in seconds. From love to hate.

***

You meet a man when you mess with his family. And Pablo Escobar was capable of hatred, revenge and terror.

How could he not directly attack the Cali Cartel, after attacking his family. He attacked the legitimate business of the Cartel. Gilberto Rodrigues was smart, and used a network of pharmacies to launder the money from the traffic. Escoba the buildings sending whoever was nearby into the air. There were dozens of explosions around the city.

People were terrified. He was sending a direct message to the government. If we continued to ignore the actions of Los Pepes. We would suffer the consequences.

Terror attracts terror. And Los Pepes responded accordingly.

What was the purpose of all that? It was hell on earth.

Javier pulled the chair to sit at the usual table that Don Berna used, in the same cafeteria they were in.

"I won't collaborate with you anymore," he murmured.

"Didn't you like something we did?"

"From the killing of innocent civilians, to begin with"

"I don't decide whether they are innocent or guilty, that's for the priests, right?"

Javier leans over the table.

"The Castaños are getting more and more crazy. That wasn't the plan"

"But it's working"

"Not if I stop giving you information"

"Your girlfriend doesn't want to help us anymore, is that it?"

Javier hit the table.

"She has nothing to do with it, she never participated in anything"

"I can talk to her if that's the case"

Javier got up, pointing the indicator to Don Berna.

"Don't go near her! Stay away from her. Can you hear me?"

"All right Peña, let's do the following..."

Javier knew you were right from the beginning. But seeing his co-workers being punished, and dying because of Pablo Escobar, and nothing happened, left him blind for revenge.

He wanted Pablo to pay. That justice be done by him, or by whoever was willing to fight against drug trafficking. And unfortunately it happened to be just the man who kidnapped you.

Javier went there with his mind made up. It had to end. He couldn't risk losing you, now that he had finally found you. Now that he knew you could only be his. There would be no room for anything else if it weren't for you.

But Don Berna was quick.

"I don't agree with the Castaño methods, but Pablo's men are hidden like rats. They're scared. Including Pablo's lawyer, my men attacked him with an automatic machine gun, and these kids didn't hit any shots, can you believe it? I need you to help me find him, so Pablo doesn't have a spokesperson. And we're done with that, you help me and I guarantee your girlfriend will be safe."

It would be the last thing he would do. And then he'd be out.

Javier asked Edward through Central Spike to track down Fernando Duque, Pablo's lawyer.

Edward requested the requirements, but Javier passed over you, the authorizations of Messina and the Ambassador.

Pablo's family tried to leave the country. The government couldn't stop them from leaving. But Pablo had a bad past with the airline. When he blew up a plane in the air in the past. And the company made sure everyone knew that the family was trying to take off.

You had to go to Bogotá urgently. A meeting was called with the president of Colombia, ambassador Crosby and Messina.

The president reported that Escobar bought 8 tickets to different places in the world on behalf of the family.

"We need to keep them in Colombia," Crosby said.

Legally there was no way to prevent them from leaving the country. But with the right support, they would not be accepted in other countries.

Your job was to contact all eight possible destinations of the family, and negotiate requesting support so that the family would not disembark. With the family in Colombia, Escobar would have to be cautious, and this was an asset that you could not lose.

You called the DEA agents, and prayed that Javier wouldn't answer.

With all this turmoil, you didn't have time to think much about things with Javier. And you were deeply grateful for the massive amount of work occupying you to be disturbed by the affective memories of the last night they had together.

The worst thing was that Javier's smell was still on your bed, on your pillows, on your sheets. It was difficult when you were so submerged in the deep sea that it was Javier Peña, and everything he caused in your body. At the same time, he was the person who supported and incited by giving the information to a group of vigilante assassins, in partnership with a cartel that kidnapped you and made you wish death, to continue living in the conditions in which you stayed for days.

Murphy answered the phone.

Thank God.

"I need you to get your passport and go to the airport. Escobar's family will try to leave the country, and I need you to follow them, wherever they go."

"Yes, when?"

"Now."

Javier was worried about studying the tension of his partner's body. He knew you were in Bogotá, it was already a nuisance not to have you where his eyes reached, and seeing the way Murphy looked, anxiety took over his body.

"And, Murphy?"

"Yes?"

"Don't tell anyone. Anyone. Did you hear me? Nobody. Do you understand?"

Yes. Murphy understood. He couldn't even talk to his own partner. Since he was an informant. And it wasn't more reliable.

"Who was it?" Javier asked.

Murphy said your name, as he reached for the coat to go out, and picked up his passport in the drawer.

"Where are you going?"

" Out" Murphy was already going up the stairs.

"With your passport?"

"Yes"

"Are you just going to say that?"

"Yes"

And he disappeared.

TAG: @harriedandharassed

[sillysarahsthings]

Finally, I completed them. (Imma still make more probably.)

@xxsweetoothxx

Okay so I honestly could not decide how much of the fanfic to put but whatever this'll do.

But since this is a very old fanfic here are some disclaimers (just some things that should be kept in mind since this is pretty old and I'm pretty nervous about people reading it.)

Probably ooc

Poppyfield is referred to as Jack and is depressed for some reason

Some unexplained stuff and timeskips I guess??

Jack was pretty much stressed after meeting Miss Black, he really wasn't expecting them to bring a 9 foot tall demon in toyland. he thought as the woman kept staring at him as he made tea. "Um... excuse me?" he asked nervously, handing her a cup. She nodded and sipped it before turning towards the living room and walking toward a bookshelf, which seemed to catch her interest. He followed her curiously, and stopped when she knelt to examine a book on the side of the shelves. "you read, Mr Poppyfield?" she asked without looking up.

he jumped, having forgotten he had told her who he was, and said, "yeah...uh so why exactly are you here?" Leslie was gonna say something but Jack interrupted them. "not from you Leslie." Leslie stuck out their tongue out to him. "I'm the one who brought her..."

Miss Black looked up from the book, her gaze cold and emotionless like a broken doll. "there's a demon that followed me here with Leslie and might target the other toyfolk, and when I say target I mean eat their souls." no one spoke, until Jack took Leslie by the collar and dragged them away from Miss Black's ears.

~~in the kitchen~~

as Jack exhaled and looked at Leslie (who didn't seem to find any danger in the situation.) "you brought...a violent soul eating demon to Toyland?!" Leslie shrugged sheepishly. "are you talking about Miss Black? cause she's not that violent, not to toyfolk at least, I have no idea about the other demon she's talking about." Jack sighed and walked up to the counter and put his head on top of it. "that doesn't make this situation better," he muttered to Leslie who nodded sympathetically. "well, why don't we just ask Blackie to get the demon out of toyland? she knows how to tame it." Leslie suggested.

Jack groaned. "I suppose you don't mean you when you say demon." Leslie shrugged in response again and then grinned. "alright then, let's go find that demon." they said excitedly and left the room.

Jack sighed, "ugh... this couldn't get any worse."

at that thought, Leslie peeked their head into the room.

"uh...so Blackie's gone."

"what-"

~~timeskip~~

Leslie was now looking for a lost Miss Black accompanied by a very angry Jack. "great, so now there's two demons running around toyland and we have no idea where they are..." Jack complained, Leslie didn't look too worried. "oh c'mon it's Blackie, she's probably out to get the other demon, I know she won't hurt any toyfolk." Jack huffed but agreed. "okay then. I'll take care of the other one and you search for Blackie." Leslie smiled and waved and ran off.

leaving Jack to look for the other demon.

he walked around town and even went by Quinn's house, might as well ask him about it. as he approached the house, and rung the bell. as soon as the door opened, Quinn answered it almost immediately. "Jack! hi." he greeted. "um...hey, sorry to bother you but I wanted to ask if there was anything strange happenin' to you?" Quinn looked confused for a minute before answering slowly. "well now that I think about it...kind of? I keep hearing things from my walls...happens everytime I open the faucet." "wow, okay. thanks Quinn, I'll be seeing you." he said and left.

at least Jack knew where to look now, hopefully Leslie found Miss Black by now.

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

'Annie' sounds like a nickname CJ would give out. Fits right in with 'Blackie', 'brekkie', 'yardies', etc.

That's what I'm saying and then they just refer to her as that in the reviews and expect me not to read into it? This whole thing smacks of Calico Jack

[alicehattera03]

Alice!! I saw your post about the wmmap characters on New Year's and I loved it. Could you make one of the wmmap characters using Instagram? how would they be? Your post are always so funny.

Awww omg thank you sm for loving it!! Sorry it took so long to answer your ask, but I hope this makes up for it, anon!! Cheers, hope you enjoy!!! ^^ <333

Athy: posts reels of her taking blackie for a walk or the picturesque lake, but would have an alt account where she would post pics of materialistic things like jewels and rave about them, follows only people she deems friends, has a stupid amount of followers because of that one face pic she uploaded.

Claude: Would usually barely post but maybe it's his age, he's sappy and posts dumb dad things like, "Had tea time with my daughter", or drops a bunch of pictures once every few months and it's just...him and Athy who's laughing, Felix is super blurry in the background.

Felix: would post his nephew/niece, full family pictures are rare only one exists, blurry pictures of Claude and Athy, scattered pictures of flower meadows and Lily, would have a single reel and it's him sword fighting with a few people.

Lily: lots of pictures of Athy but she's on private so it doesn't matter if she posts them or not, follows her family and Felix and Athy, private life is seldom posted but it's day outings with friends to elegant cafes and candlelit dinners, wine tastings, fabric store visits to make handkerchiefs and scarves.

Lucas: puts only his successful magic experiments on display as his failed ones are kicked under a table or something, reels are bizarre with the camera racing around trying to capture a close up of something or other.

Ijekiel: posts what book he's currently reading, his handwriting in neat cursive perhaps in the margins as he takes notes, posts his pet bird, a few pictures with him and his friends in Arlanta and at the academy, one cryptic post about love that he deletes/archives after a few days.

Jennette: would post pictures of flowers from her visits to a flower garden/meadow/etc, a reel of her kitten with a butterfly on its nose, would follow coquette core accs and her family.

[kroovv]

Hi, I love your art so much! You've inspired me to take up digital drawing again! I was wondering how you chose your poses and colors? Your art looks AMAZING, and I struggle to come up with those things. And, if it's not too much of a bother, any tips on messy sketches? I struggle so much with sketching because my silly brain wants everything to be perfect. Sorry if that was a lot of questions. Again, I love your art. You've been a huge inspiration to me!!!

Ahhh thats awesome!! So with poses i usually just imagine it jfjs sorry thats not helpful i have a really clear imagination so i can like very clearly pose characters BUT if im really having trouble with angles ill remake the pose in magic poser to try make sure i get the forshortening. If you are trying to get poses tho absoloutly get references and just work from them! Colours i will usually just play around until i feel it clicks together, understanding colour theroy defonaitly help.

Its good to just experiment with colours and poses, ill usually try to stay away from extreme saturation, so no going right into the corners i like to be a little off so like off whites, off blacks just makes it a little more realistic for example black hair is never true black it can be a blacky blue or blacky brown!

Dor doing messy sketches i used to be like SUPER perfectionist when it came to sketches till a games company absoloutly read me being like....that isnt a sketch...thats a fully rendered character it looks finalised i was like 8U having inperfect sketches is very good its about getting the idea down not the final product, you feel like your sketch has to be perfect final render but it doesnt its the sketch its suppsoed to be sketchy! It took me a while to undo that idea that it has to be perfect but just let yourself be messy, let yourself get down ideas its fun being messy 💕

Im so sorry if none of this is helpful i don't actually know what im doing jshs and im not the best teacher cause im bad at putting stuff into words, but im so glad youre getting into digital art again and i hope you have a lot of fun doing it 💕

[harmonytre]

Fandoms

These are in order of how likely I am to draw something for requests! You can check HERE to see what's open!

You can of course ask about fandoms/AUs/Ships that aren’t on here, because it’s likely I’ve missed things or have them on my to-watch/read list!

[Ones I will likely never draw are: Cu1t of the Lamb, V1vzipop, S0uth Park, H0mestuck, and most adult animation] (censored so they don’t show up in search, this isn’t a DNI list, it’s just I personally wouldn’t be comfortable drawing them.)

*: Favorites

(acronym or notes) [fav characters] {ships I can draw}

My Own:

*Pulo (Original) [The Guardian, Banjo] {Sizzle/Kixz, Cypress/Ripple, Frost/Petra}

*Sweet Voice Cafe (HLVRAI AU) [Joshua, Benny] {Boomer}

AbsUrd (Among Us) [Velvet, Quinn] {Orchid/Ruby, Zander/Hazel, Dan/Jasper, Velvet/Colby}

Indulgence (Pokemon AU) [Phanthop] {Jessikyu/Jowlithe}

Flicker-of-a-Neon-Soul (Undertale AU) [Deja] {Deja/Flicker}

Prismtale (Undertale AU) [Sammy] 

Skeleflock (Undertale AU) [Casey]

Savepoint (Undertale AU) [Spark]

Outerpink (Undertale AU) [Messier]

Cozyrune (Deltarune AU) [Hershey]

Taffy and Steven Universe (Steven Universe AU) [Taffy]

Mistbreak (Steven Universe AU) [Pazelle]

(Pretty much just check my Toyhouse!)

Current Favorites:

Pokemon [James, Hop, Leon] {Rocketshipping, Neoshipping, Geekchicshipping}

Team Rocket

SWSH

Submas

Half-Life VR but the AI is Self-Aware (HLVRAI) [literally all of them but if I had to pick then Bubby] {favs are Boomer and Freelatta, but I’m okay with drawing nearly any pairing!}

Y2KVR and BMFBE by (year2000electronics) [still reading the other series, sorry!]

The One True Streamman by (HeelysonFeelys)

Stuck Together (Dimonds456)

Human Resources Violations (kogo-dogo)

Augmented Reality (egelskop)

HLVRAI-Villain-Swap

Ghost AU, Swap AU, Benrey Fam, CMY Siblings, Aubrey Calhoun, and Infection AU (pistachi0art)

Catmer (mr-web)

Metamorphosis AU (anons-has-hlvrai-aus)

HLVRBugAI

HLVREM (py6oto

Barnrey (alieryn-art)

Y2KIG-Experience

BPY2K

Simulation Reality (HLVR-SR)

Deep Sea AU (brainthreeze)

Hi-C (transforzen)

Toontown but the AI is Self-Aware (transforzen, green-2-blue)

My Little AI: Science is Magic (thomascoolatta)

(Un)Forgettable (dilfgmancoolatta)

*Mob Psycho 100 (MP100) [Mob, Reigen] {Ekurei, Takemob}

*Esper Kids (Mob, Saiki K, and Anya Forger as friends <3)

Infinity Train [Lake, Alan Dracula, Jesse]

Indigo Park [Rambley]

Multi-Media:

*Five Nights at Freddy's (FNAF) [Helpie, Roxie, Oz]

*How to Train Your Dragon (HTTYD) [Toothless] {Hiccstrid}

*Miraculous: The Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir [Alya, Luka] {Love Square, DJWiFi, Myvan, Julerose}

*My Little Pony (MLP, mostly G4) [Fluttershy, Thorax, Discord] {Fluttercord, Cheesepie}

*Trolls [Branch] {Broppy}

Animorphs

Lilo and Stitch

Phineas and Ferb

Shows:

*Anything by Blackie Sootfur (but especially Demons, Uprooted, and Secret)

*Dino Squad [Buzz]

*Glitch Techs [Miko]

*Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts [Kipo, Wolf]

*Star vs. the Forces of Evil [Janet, Marco] {Jantom, Starco}

*Steven Universe [Peridot]

*Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TMNT, specifically 2012 but any works) [Donatello, Mona Lisa] {Apritello}

*The Ghost and Molly McGee [Libby]

*Voltron: Legendary Defender [Pidge, Lance, Hunk] {Plance}

*Wild Kratts [Chris, Aviva]

Angel Hare (TheEastPatch)

Avatar: The Last Airbender (ATLA)

Centaurworld

Chickn Nuggit

Danny Phantom

Gravity Falls

Lackadaisy

Murder Drones

Mystery Skulls Animated (MSA)

Natural Habitat Shorts

Pound Puppies

ROT (TheEastPatch)

RWBY

She-ra and the Princesses of Power (SPoP)

The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC)

The Backrooms

The Dragon Prince

The Owl House (TOH)

Twelve (PetPyves)

Anime:

*Brand New Animal (BNA) [Mishiru Kagemori]

*Monthly Girls Nozaki-Kun [Chiyo Sakura, Hirotaka Wakamatsu]

A Silent Voice

Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day

Digimon

Fruits Basket

My Hero Academia (MHA)

Saiki K

Spy x Family

Your Name (Kimi no na Wa)

Movies:

*Astro Boy (2009) [Astro Boy]

*Big Hero 6 [Hiro]

*Bolt [Bolt]

*Epic [Nod]

*Inside Out [Anger, Joy, Anxiety]

*Megamind [Megamind]

*Nimona [Nimona]

*Rise of the Guardians [Tooth Fairy, Jack Frost]

*Wreck-it-Ralph [Fix-it Felix] {Hero’s Cuties}

*Zootopia [Nick Wilde]

Abominable

Brave

Brave

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs (and 2)

Coco

Encanto

Frozen

Gnome Alone

Home (Dreamworks)

Horton Hears a Who

Hotel Transylvania

Klaus

Kung Fu Panda

Lady and the Tramp

Leap! (Ballerina)

Lego Movie (and 2nd)

Luca

Mars Needs Moms

Mr. Peabody and Sherman

Oliver and Company

Puss in Boots

Raya and the Last Dragon

Ready Player One

Rio

Sky High

Smurfs: The Lost Village

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse

Spies in Disguise

Storks

Tangled

The Adventures of TinTin

The Boxtrolls

The Land Before Time

The Lorax

Tinker Bell movies (especially Legend of the Neverbeast)

Treasure Planet

Turning Red

Underdog

Wall-E

Wolfwalkers

Games:

*Among Us

Rodamrix

*Content Warning

*Half-Life (currently just HL1) [Snarks, Headcrabs, Barney Calhoun] {Freehoun}

*Lethal Company

*Undertale [Scarf Mouse, Nice Cream Guy, Papyrus] {Alphyne, Soriel, NicePants}

A Hat in Time

At Dead of Night

Chicory

Deltarune

Detroit: Become Human

Henry Stickmin

Kingdom Hearts

Kirby

Little Nightmares series

Lost Ember

Minecraft

No Straight Roads

Pico Park

Poppy Playtime

Rhythm Doctor

Riddle School

Roblox

Pressure

Kaiju Paradise

Rainbow Friends

Color or Die

Doors

Sonic

Super Smash Bros.

Team Fortress 2 (TF2)

The Bunny Graveyard

Omori (currently playing, NO SPOILERS) [Basil]

Untitled Goose Game

Webcomics:

*EL Comics

*Follychromatic [Fauna]

*Magical Boy (TheK40)

*Pipe Up (Salt & Pepper Bunny, Tinysweetbunny, TheTRUEegge)

*Sanity Circus [Attley Grimshaw, Fletch Gray]

*The Skybox (lynxgriffin)

*Urban Animal

Are you Afraid of Monsters (tratserenoyreve)

Artist Cat (sapphireluna)

Children of the Light (Salt & Pepper Bunny)

Daisy: Black Fire (wintertundra-art)

Death and the Maiden (ladybeug)

Fisheye Placebo (yuumei)

Gamer Cat

Golden Shrike (doeprince)

Kid the Adult

Knite (yuumei)

Liv in the Future

No North (Skailla)

Spliced @/cynthi-arts

The Things We Have (Salt & Pepper Bunny)

The Touch of Sunlight by Sandflake on Webtoons

To Catch a Star (SleepySundae)

Untitled by @/that-house

Vote Mr. Cat (sapphireluna)

Whisper Court (HershelChocolate)

White Tail (SleepySundae)

Fandom Webcomics:

*Jet’s Black Nuzlocke (Zerochan923600)

*Twin Runes (akanemnon)

AngelsGame-AU (Deltarune)

Bakery Enemies AU @/buggachat

Buggy Situation (Ipku)

Chiaki’s Nuzlocke Comic (Chiakiro)

Copper and Dart (absolutedream-art)

Delta-Experiment (Deltarune)

Finding Your Roots (Salt & Pepper Bunny)

Furry Situation (Ipku)

Little Lapses (Salt & Pepper Bunny)

Loving Reaper (Jenny Jinya)

Mew and Mewtwo (xxtc-96xx)

Moringmark comics

Pokemon 25 Years Later (maimai97)

Thrill of the Hunt (Ipku)

Undertale AUs:

*Alivetale @/tatatale

*Fallen Flowers @/Tarableart

*Littletale @/mudkipful

*Sans The Seraphim (The Thought)

AskErrorSans

AskFallenRoyalty

AskSunflower

Bonely Hearts Club

Chocoblook-comic

Chutsu AU @/Emositecc

Damagedtale (Rain) @/6nimus9

Dogs of Future Past @/lynxgriffin

Dragontale, Heartache, and more @/squarefriend

Endertale @/xxtc-96xx

Escort Mission (Yoki-Doki)

Faded Timeline (ClassyEyeballs)

Gaster Bros @/leafaske

Gaster’s Great Escape @/moldy-junk (Deltarune)

Ghost Switch (CleverCatchphrase)

Handplates @/zarla-s

Horrortale-comic

humancandy-comic

Impostertale

Ink Sans @/comyet

Insomnia @/wily-art

Kaleidoscopetale-AU

Mermaid Pirate AU by @/kiokodoodles

Outertale

Over the Void @/Undertale-over-the-void

Paper Crane @/little-noko

Paper Trail @/lynxgriffin

Pawtale

Pink Swapfell @/whyiswingdingsafont

Pink Underswap @/scarew0lves

Pinktale by @/save-star

Project: JUSTICE @/RoyalElemental

Sixbones @/zarla-s

Skelechara (insanelyadd)

Slumbertale @/rainingskeletons

SwapOut @/cats-artbag

The rest of the Pinkverse by various creators XD

Underdecay @/little-noko

Underfell @/underfell

Underswap @/underswapped3

Undertale Green (FlamingReaperComic)

Unexpected Guests @/undertalethingems

Various AUs by @/blaiddsumu

Various AUs by @/Satellite-Starss

Willow (cottagegore OC) @/smol-spoopy

Wings-dingus

Other media (short films/characters/books/creators/etc):

*Birds (Imagine Dragons Animation)

*Epic: The Musical [Polites]

Divergent

Eyewitness

Hank the Cowdog

Mystery Flesh Pit

Paperman

Table by @/focshi

The Hunger Games

Waggit

Creators:

*MandJTV (and all series)

*PM7

*shandzii

*Trevor Henderson

ArcaneYouth

BackseatStreams

CandyEvie

CG5

ChewieCatt

Chipflake

Crispyyflake

CrunchyCrowe

DanTDM

Dead Sound

Failboat

GTLive (MatPat)

Ice Cream Sandwich

JaidenAnimations

Neytirix

Nokimon

Onetopic

Patterz

Pixi-Gags

Radiotvsolutions (RTVS)

ShinyCatherine

Sxperpotion

TheOdd1sOuts

Trails Pokemon

Unus Annus

Live Action:

*Free Guy

*Ghosts (2021 series)

*Jurassic Park/World series

*Resident Alien

*The Librarians (tv series) [Ezekiel Jones]

*The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Airbud (and Air Buddies)

Alex Inc.

Atypical

Chuck

Doctor Who

Drop Dead Diva

Enchanted

G-Force

Locke and Key

Once Upon a Time

Psych

Scrubs

The Flash

The Goldbergs

The Good Doctor

The Greatest Showman

The Office

The Shaggy Dog

The Space Between Us

The Umbrella Academy

Timeless

Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist

Childhood Shows:

*Cyberchase

*Dinosaur Train

*Dog with a Blog

*Dragon Tales

*Martha Speaks

*Wonder Pets

3-2-1 Penguins

Adventures from the Book of Virtues

Animalia

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[myblacknightworld]

Found a pokeshipping fanart yesterday and now I'm reading a pokeshipping atla based fic I found on efp in 2012 because I remember liking it a lot. It's also still on going????? Has been on going for 10 years? Like, bro, this is commitment, I shall bow to you, oh fanfic author

[taki118]

So I was reading the Miraculous Wikepedia page and...

"In developing Cat Noir, Astruc said that ladybugs represented good luck, so it was natural to partner her with a black cat character with bad luck powers. Cat Noir was a tribute to comic characters, like Catwoman. So it was like having Catwoman and Spider-Man in the same show but reversed genders and roles.[29]"

Does .......Does Astruc not know Spiderman HAS a character like that?? Felicia Hardy aka Black Cat like she's been around since 1979 she's been in a majority of the animated series and video games.

That iconic upside down mask kiss thing Spiderman does that Miraculous references? Yeah that was HER thing originally, cause her whole thing originally was she wasn't interested in who Spiderman was in his day to day life. Their dynamic was fascinating and you mean to tell me that Chat Noir (literally translated to Black Cat) was inspired by Catwoman and the idea of a crossover????????? You know I suspected Astruc didn't know as much about western comics as he claims and I think this is the proof.

OH bonus thing I found when checking how long this character has existed and

"He decided to base a character on a Tex Avery cartoon, "Bad Luck Blackie", in which a black cat brought misfortune to anyone in close proximity.[9]"

.............That sounds familiar to certain characters original concept.

[koolkat9]

Puppy Love

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng

Word Count: 905

Read on AO3

Arthur had barely made it through the door when he was jumped by a large German shepherd. Not the welcome he was expecting to get at his straight-laced, serious boyfriend’s house.

“Runter Berlitz," Ludwig barked as if commanding a soldier. The dog immediately obeyed, releasing Arthur.

Berlitz stood before them, tongue hanging out and tail wagging. Arthur knelt down, scratching the pup’s cheeks. Berlitz licked his nose. “Yes, hello to you too,” he chuckled.

“Sorry,” Ludwig sighed, taking Arthur’s suitcase. “He’s still a bit of a puppy at heart.”

“Don’t fret, it’s nice to have someone happy to see you for once.”

Ludwig’s face soured. “What about me?”

“Do you jump at me and kiss me all over when we greet each other hmm?”

“N-No…Th-That’s…I mean…I…”

Arthur grinned and kissed Ludwig’s nose. “I’m just teasing. I know you’re always happy to see me. I’m the light of your life after all.”

“As if,” Ludwig huffed, rolling his eyes with a small smile. “You know that title belongs to the dogs.”

Arthur tried to pout, but he couldn’t contain his laughter. And Ludwig couldn’t contain his desire to kiss him until he was breathless once he heard him laugh.

They pulled away, red-faced and giggling like teenagers.

Berlitz, having gone too long without attention, butted at Arthur’s leg.

Arthur huffed in amusement. “Oh, did I stop paying attention to you, huh? Who knew Lud would have such a spoiled pup? But I can’t blame him when you have a face like that.” He squished Berlitz’s cheeks.

Ludwig rolled his eyes, smiling fondly. “Come on. The other two are in the living room.”

Arthur followed, and Berlitz followed him, trotting proudly.

A Doberman greeted him when he entered the living space while Hovawart remained laying down, though she had raised her head to look at him. Arthur scratched behind the Doberman’s ears.

“The Doberman is Blackie, and the Hovawart is Aster,” Ludwig explained, pointing to each dog.

“Blackie?” Arthur asked, grinning mischievously.

“Yes…” Ludwig’s eyes narrowed.

“How creative,” Arthur snickered.

“It was the first thing I thought of, and it just stuck,” Ludwig shot back.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I’m just teasing.”

Arthur squished Ludwig’s cheeks just like he did with Berlitz. He leaned in for a quick peck. Ludwig grumbled slightly but pressed back with his own peck.

“We’ll get you settled in, and then it’ll be about time to walk them. I-If you want to join us that is.”

Arthur grinned. “I’d love that.”

— — —

Hand in hand, the two strolled through the park, the three dogs on leashes. Since Aster was the oldest and most well-behaved, she had been given to Arthur to lead. Just to be safe.

“The dog park is just over here.” Ludwig nodded towards a pen up ahead. “We can let them run around here.”

“Okay.”

Within the pen were a few benches. While the dogs ran around and played, Arthur and Ludwig took a seat.

The breeze was chilly. A prelude to the winter to come. Arthur buried himself in Ludwig’s side. Ludwig wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling Arthur even closer.

“I hope they weren’t too much,” Ludwig murmured into Arthur’s ear.

“Not at all. They’re all sweet and good boys. Er...well good girl in the case of Aster. Though, it’s no surprise since you’re their dad." Arthur sighed, burying his nose in the collar of his jacket. "I’ve always wanted a dog, but with my cats and just how much work it takes to care for a pup I just…never thought it would be a good fit.”

Ludwig kissed the top of Arthur’s head. “Well, I’m happy for you to come over. Even if it’s just to spend time with my dogs.”

“I may just have to take you up on that,” Arthur mused.

“One condition. How are you at fetch?” Ludwig took a ball out of his pocket and handed it to Arthur.

Arthur smirked, taking the ball and calling to the dogs. With their attention on him, he tossed the ball as far as he could.

“Not too bad,” Ludwig nodded, wrapping an arm around Arthur’s waist.

For the rest of the afternoon, they took turns tossing the ball. It was simple. Peaceful. Arthur could get used to little trips like this.

“We should probably head home for dinner soon,” Ludwig thought aloud, checking his phone.

“Okay. Ah–”

Berlitz jumped at Arthur, knocking him to the ground. Blackie ran over too and nudged his face as if to make sure he was alright. Arthur couldn’t help but laugh. Genuine and full. In the blur of the puppy love, Arthur caught Ludwig’s eyes, wide blue and a faint blush on the German’s cheeks.

“Runter, runter!” Ludwig ordered.

The dogs immediately backed off, and Ludwig helped Arthur to his feet.

“Are you okay?” he fretted, cradling Arthur’s face.

Arthur smirked. Ludwig was really adorable when he worried over him. “I’m fine.”

Ludwig pulled his hands back, looking to the side awkwardly. “Let’s…Let’s go home.”

Arthur gripped Ludwig’s jacket and pulled him in for a kiss. Not quite a peck, but still short and sweet. A quick roll that left Ludwig chasing him when he pulled away.

“Let’s. I’m getting hungry. And I’m sure the dogs are too.”

Like the good pups they were, Aster, Blackie, and Berlitz sat in a line before them, waiting patiently.

Ludwig smiled. “Okay. Let’s go.”

[slashingdisneypasta]

💛RE anon, here. I mean, I was gonna just say that names fine, but then I read your whole reply and started vibrating into another dimension and muffling my screams because OK OMG OK jealous Blackie, right?! I had this thought the other day. So, this is, again, entirely your fault because even though Freddy turns up in my dreams with…slightly alarming frequency and I’ve written myself so many self-indulgent things in other fandoms over the years, the Robert parts of my brain have been sadly neglected for some time.

Anyway anyway anyway: you know that part where the creepy sheriff is hitting on Fay just before Blackie pays the bribe and does that cute little “I’d like to strangle him” claw thing? The sheriff is being too familiar with the reader/oc or what have you while Blackie is at the register and clear as day I’ve got the image of him coming over and clapping the sheriff on the shoulder a liiiiiiiiittlle too hard. Laughter just a bit forced. Teeth gritted. Nearly growling. “Now, sheriff…reckon you oughta be a little more RESPECTFUL to my wife.” He does the claw while the sheriff gives an oily apology, she feels a sudden pressure on her hand at the same time, looks down to see a ring. The matching one is on the hand Blackie was resting on the counter. Cue the eyebrow raise but she’ll call him on that, later, if he’s through dancing around it.

But, no, he’s not admitting anything. Not Mr nonchalant “oh, I was having so much fun watching you all run I wished you were here. Iced tea?” It goes about like the “you think I’m gorgeous” scene in Miss Congeniality. You know, one with the candy bar of rejection? Rings disappear. He was just being nice because she was uncomfortable. She’s very annoyed. And kinda hurt.

Post attempted firing squad, when he was clearly keeping her behind him, she gets up the nerve again and with the close call it goes like the second “you think I’m gorgeous scene.” With the smooch.

So, after that possibly unhinged digression…which should probably be a warning that when I have time to turn up I’ve been writing too many headcanons…you may also call me the madly inspired anon, if you like. (PS, feel free to answer this on whichever blog you’d prefer. I’ll definitely be checking both.) And for now, I’ll say goodnight 🙋🏼‍♀️

💛 Madly Inspired Anon!! Thats a beautiful name actually, I'll use that one so long as you like it too! ^^

Y E S Jealous Blackie XDD For my own ideas, I've been on and off considering a fic where reader is another cook or waitress, or maybe a dishwasher or a cleaner, or something at the cafe, and she l i k e s Blackie. Right? And he knows it- she doesn't make any attempt to hide it. She's trying to get him, and he's acting like he's not interested (because, immortal trauma)... b u t, whenever a visitor gets too comfortable with Y/N (And maybe she's liking it- enjoying the attention she's not getting from Blackie) he always swoops in and ruins it for her. And she gets s o f r u s t r a t e d by him she ends up confronting him about it like 'you are acting like my boyfriend but without any of the benefits. if you want me, tell me. if you dont- leave me alone!'. I just cant figure out where that quote comes from though 😅 I know the first part did not come from my head but I cant remember what I scooped it from and I must give credit!!

ANYWAY though- your idea is way better XD And- y e s I know that claw thing XD Here:

I do that myself all the time XD 😂😭 He is my spirit animal.

I'M VIBRATING AT THE IDEA OF BLACKIE GOING FREDDY-EYED (BASICALLY GLOWERING BUT WITH THE POWER OF THE CHARCOAL MAN) AT THE SHERIFF FOR BEING GREASY WITH Y/N AND THEN B R U S H I N G I T O F F, oh my goodness. And, uh, STEPPING IN FRONT OF Y/N DURING THE FIRING SQUAD SCENE!?? OH MY GOODNESS. And Y/N teasing him about it??? Oh my goodness XDD If he doesn't kiss her to make her shut up I'm gonna sue XD

You've given me so much material for before-sleep fictional man fantasies XD

[berylcluster]

“No, I’m putting these away.” — Devon

⊰ TALKING TO A PUPPY MEME ft. EDDIE & VENOM ⊱

➫ VENOM finds himself in a temper tantrum of sorts, running his tendrils all over the place to grab the perfectly FINE FOOD Devon was throwing out. Climbing all over Eddie and the counters to close cabinets the pink haired one was opening.

EDDIE! A vicious shake to the human reporter is given, causing him to grumble.

EDDIE TELL THEM TO STOP. WE LIKE THE TOASTED WAFFLES. AND THE POPPED TARTS.

Eddie, a innocent bystander in all of this nonsense, just sighed, trying to read his morning paper through the walls of blacky inkness trying to cover his face and shoving him to move and stop her. He didn't even budge, because frankly, he agreed with them. What they were eating wasn't healthy, nor sustainable for the budget they all lived under now. "Buddy, c'mon, what Devon is going to prepare will be so much better than those things. It's fine, just be chill, alright?"

I CANNOT "CHILL". MY SNACKS!

[thenarrativefoil]

okay so I started reading Sharon Blackie's The Enchanted Life at the suggestion of my therapist and even tho I cited a lot of her research in my college work I never actually read any of her books and I got things to say idk this introduction is very easy going i think this was written for people with absolutely no understanding of colonialism/capitalism

maybe i should skip the intro and see how much it levels up

[blackiraven]

You voted - Blacki fulfills a promise!📢

As soon as I finished my master's thesis, I immediately started writing this story. Oh, it's like a breath of fresh air!

Since Ao3 is blocked for me, I will post it here. There was a lot of text, so this is only the first part of the story. The continuation depends only on your interest (I still remember that 53 people voted for this fanfiction!😑😑😑)

Unfortunately, I'm not an artist, I'm a writer, so I can make a lot of letters✍

Enjoy your reading (very bad English) I'm sorry, but I'm not good at rhymes and children's fairy tales, so I had to improvise.

Heron and Frog. Part 1.

People in white coats – they remind me of chess, that they unceremoniously rush all over the board and do not follow the rules of the game. But I hate chess and I'm not going to become a figure of the opposite side. They quickly get used to permissiveness and therefore are horrified when I break the rules and shake their only support. White pawns fall, crushed, and meanwhile I run out of the playing field. I was driven by bitterness and a thirst for revenge, I didn't even stay to enjoy the torment of the Arkham staff. Now I have a specific goal and I can't delay, I can't waste the hourglass minutes. I can't let a Bat grab me or follow me around.

The night covered me, the darkness built an invisible path over the roofs of buildings, and the rain absorbed all sounds and thoroughly washed away my tracks. My previous plan was perfect and Batman couldn't find me. But at the very last moment he gave me away! Riddler... the keeper and trader of valuable information. This pathetic frog is constantly jumping from one bank to the other. Finds and sells information to us, but can also help the police and Batman. One thing unites everything – the inhabitants of both shores will break their heads from his riddles. And this is only part of the whole problem. While the Bat was breaking my bones under the guise of justice, someone stole two bottles of my toxin!

"The heron is very angry, the heron is very hungry. Chop-Chop. Hop-hop. Now I would like to eat a delicious frog." I fly between houses, sometimes knocking and scratching with my claws on window panes to wake up and scare sleeping people. The fear that disturbed sweet dreams gave me strength and gave free rein to fantasies. The distance between us was gradually shortening, as I knew the shortest way. A small amphibian got into the affairs of the bird and revealed all the secrets to the bat. Are you really so afraid of being eaten, Nigma? Well, you've made a big mistake and you're going to pay for it. If it weren't for the overly brazen theft of my creation by some petty bandits, then you would have a slim chance of staying alive…

That's an inconspicuous two-storey apartment, merging with the rest in the area, but it's not so easy to get here. The door is closed with several locks, and the bell is hidden in a recess in the wall. Only the right people know the password. But such security can at some point turn a cozy house into a death trap. He's there, in his nest, hidden in the thick grass and cattails. Thoughts of the frog, who suspects nothing and crawls in the soft vegetation, excited the appetite of the heron that swooped down to this swamp. I managed to open the closed window quickly and without making a sound and get into the thicket. Rainwater trickled down to the floor from the suit protecting me from the cold and getting wet. Steam was coming out of my mouth, my eyes were frantically searching for a small green body. The bed was empty and made up, everything was quiet and tidy in the kitchen and in the bathroom, every thing was in its place. Only the first floor remained, where his office and a small library-archive are located. Yes, in Arkham I studied the plan of this house every day and imagined what was in each room, what my target could do before his punishment. If Riddler is not here, then I am ready to wait for his return for hours or days, going over the torture options in my head.

The floorboards didn't creak under my weight, but the water squished treacherously after each step, so I went down carefully so as not to scare off the prey. He was standing in front of the bookcase, with his back to me, and was flipping through some book. My successful hunting. My sweet revenge. Can't sleep? Then I'll send you to eternal sleep.

"The heron sat in a cage for a long time. The heron is terribly hungry. Why not eat a juicy and chatty frog?" my tall and wide shadow threateningly covered Riddler. A folding and serrated knife clattered in my hand. A sharp beak that is ready to disassemble a frog carcass. The short man turned around sharply and did not even have time to shout out of fright, as I pounced on him and grabbed him by the throat. The scream I had caught could not get out in any way and writhed under the skin. The book with the mixed pages crashed to the floor. From my strong grip, Nigma wheezed loudly and began to choke, and I played with him like a wild dog with a fragile toy. At first I let him take one breath, and then I squeezed his neck hard and enjoyed a new portion of agony.

"Come on, show me the courage with which you told Bat about me." I hissed in the ear of Riddler, having previously picked him up and slammed him into the bookcase so that all the contents fell to the floor.

"Please... no… Scarecrow… I didn't... want..." gritting his teeth, he literally coughed up every word. The frog's paws twitched uncontrollably, all ten fingers clutched at my wrist. So thin, so weak, like a straw figurine… Wonderful. I want to squeeze the soul out of this trembling body all night, to the very last drop.

"Yes, try to distract me with your croaking from the desire to eat." I relax my hand a little, but I continue to hold Riddler above the floor. When he joyfully began to breathe deeply, I immediately interrupted this moment and brought the sharpened knife to his face.

"Every heron knows from hatching that delicious frogs still live and chatter for a while if you rip open their soft bellies." the tip of the blade and my eyes shone equally, with cold, with danger. It took only one movement to paint my instrument in the same scarlet color as my eyes were. Feeling my smile stretching to my ears under a thick mask, Nigma howled plaintively and whined. The small notches of the knife, capable of tearing flesh like a flock of hungry piranhas, made him cry and sob softly. And I didn't even have to carry a scythe with me. Frogs are so timid and funny…

"I didn't want to... I didn't want to! But Batman... also came to me and... his demands to find out everything were... very weighty." the black mask quickly soaked with tears pouring from the rapidly blinking green eyes. With his twitching, he was able to point out a large dent in the wall where the desk stood. Surprisingly, it turned out to be very familiar, since the relief of Batman's fists is remembered quickly. Hmm, and I thought that Riddler decided to completely become his faithful dog.

"That's not enough, Riddler. I was robbed because of you!" I squeeze the thin neck again, but this time I dig my long nails into the stretched skin, rubbing it until it bleeds like files.

"I know... I know! And I've been looking for them... lately! Please!" little frog screamed so much in horror and slight pain that tickling goosebumps ran through my body, and my insides fairly stirred. Warm drops rolled down my palm. A sweet for me smell reached my nostrils. Now I didn't want to end it all with a quick kill. What was happening now gave me more pleasure and amused my grievances.

"Really? Then, little frog, tell the heron about what is happening at the bottom of the swamp." I do not restrain my malicious laughter and insidious grin. His crying caressed my ears. I wanted to throw him up and catch him like a ball. He's so light, like he's hollow inside. The same Hatter, my colleague, is much shorter than Nigma, but at the same time hard and heavy as a cobblestone. When I raised my index finger, Riddler squeezed his eyes shut and shrank all over, but instead of maiming, I poked him in the cheek, thereby squeezing a blissful squeak out of him. For a second it seemed to him that he died from my touch, but then he was surprised that he continued to breathe.

"Table... on the table!" groaning and gasping, the tortured frog was already choking on his whining. Mentally sated for a while, I let him go, just threw him on the floor like a used rag. Riddler immediately grabbed his throat, which, presumably, was unbearably sore after several attempts at strangulation and inflicted wounds. While I was slowly pacing to the desk and proudly shaking my "feathers", Nigma huddled in a corner between the cabinets and tucked his trembling paws. Among a small stack of copies of police reports and clippings from fresh newspapers was a map showing the place of my capture and possible escape routes of the brazen robbers. A small piece of paper with dates and addresses written in a column was glued to the map. Hmm, it looks like the frog was aware of his act and expected an angry heron.

"Addresses. Here the heron will be able to find the worms collected by the frightened little frog?" licking the blood that has not yet dried from my hand, I turn back to Riddler. The short-term freedom was enough for him to catch his breath and recover, but Nigma still shuddered from every movement I made.

"No-no." getting to his feet and wiping tears from his face, Riddler carefully, almost on tiptoe, jumped up to me and began to put the papers in different piles.

"When I found out that two bottles of fear toxin were missing after your arrest, I immediately started searching and connected all my informants to this case. Because... um... what will a Scarecrow do if someone else starts scaring crows? The answer is he will be very angry..." he feverishly and with a guilty expression on his face showed me small articles telling about minor crimes in which the victims were... too scared. But not enough to suspect me. Very similar to the effect of the minimum doses of my gas. And it happened at this addresses. Is my piece of chemical art being used for petty robberies?! Now it is clear why Bat is not interested in this and the whole investigation has fallen on the back of the plush amphibian. But I liked such pleas for mercy.

"Then... I won't kill you, Nigma. But you have three days to find the names and burrows of these worms." leaving memorable deep scratches on the corner of the table, I grabbed him by the collar of his jacket with a sharp jerk and dragged him to me.

"Otherwise, the heron will swallow a delicious little frog and will enjoy his death throes in stomach!" I press his face to mine to see my own reflection in the green beads and taste pure, childish fear. The wrinkles on his forehead became more prominent, drops of sweat trickled down his temples, pale lips pursed, and raised eyebrows almost reached each other.

"Yes... yes... the frog will feed the heron!" Riddle literally nodded with his whole body and swallowed the tangles of fear and excitement tangling in his throat. His palms instinctively rested on my shoulders and tried to push me away. Warm…

"What a responsible and cowardly frog. So that you don't float away on the first water lily, I will always look after you..." I turned Nigma around and pressed his back to my chest.

"No! Not that..." unfortunately, I had to interrupt these innocent bleating. I put my whole palm over his mouth and nose. A fine amber powder fell from the small pocket of my glove. Mixing with the air, it turned into a good dose of the fear toxin. And I forced Riddler to breathe it all into his lungs, so that all the fresh air would be replaced by flying horror, so that a part of me would circulate in his blood. He was kicking and lashing my arms furiously, but this only increased my strength. Ah, I'm like Luigi Galvani, and Nigma is the object of my experiments. Loud grunts filled the whole room, the frog's heart was about to explode like a fragmentation grenade. From lack of air, his eyes filled with new tears and rolled up.

"Now only be afraid of my wings, little frog." after making sure that all the powder was used for its intended purpose, I released Riddler, who played for me a beautiful melody of painful wheezes, groans and squeaks. At a fast pace, it turned into a loud orchestra of screams, panic and sobs. This is my gift for you. He was trembling, huddled into a ball on the floor, and I was stomping around him and scaring him with my shadow.

"No!.. Don't touch me!.." his voice twitched, broke, and his hands covered his head. So be it, frog, I'll have time to torment you yet. To beat and physically break such a lovely creature is an unattainable crime even for me. But I can easily break your soul and mind. In the meantime, do something important.  

"Tick-tock. Hurry up, little frog. The heron wants the fattest worms."