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[fiamat12]

RE: CELEBRITY DECOYS

Is Luke Newton the new Brad Pitt?

CELEBRITY PRIVACY: Celebrities have been hunted by the paparazzi since the Golden Age of Hollywood, and nowadays, celebrity sightings are no less if not more in demand. Daniel Ratcliffe once wore the same outfit for weeks, so the paps would have a hard time proving it was a new pic. Rihanna supposedly has a convincing look alike to help her go undetected, and Brad Pitt has been known for being notoriously hard to photograph because he sends out DECOYS to take the paps off the scent. This is a game celebrities play, and I don't believe Lukola is any different.

LUKOLA PRIVACY: The WT was a controlled environment for them where they had plenty of Netflix funded security to roam safely, and regular photo ops/ interviews to where fans were getting what they wanted. But that was then, this is NOW... And when Lukola saw their star rise post WT, these two introverts likely employed the best PR strategies to avoid being seen... ESPECIALLY since it's suspected they became a newly committed couple on the WT and are furthering their journey as a family unit.

The question remains: How are the paps only getting pictures of Nic & JD and not of Nic & Lukey Newts?

1- This is what has been intended. Some news outlets, like DM, want to push the false narrative for various reasons, so they WANT to catch N & JD, but Lukola is also doing a good job of distracting the public for their own privacy. I believe both JD & N's agent, Dylan, have acted as decoys so that L can move around and join his "gal pal" unseen (Do any of us really think N went to "Back to the Future" w/out L? Lol) These men are all about the same build w/ close enough facial features to L (see below).

Put them in the same vicinity as N while L comes & go and you have plausible deniability. OR have the decoy post a pic on sm in the same traveled to country (Malta anyone?), and everyone is so focused on the decoy/ the drama of an "adjacent" that they aren't suspecting L.

2- L's summer escapades served a dual purpose. L was indeed giving A publicity as part of an NDA agreement but it also took the attention off of N so she could take care of her health w/ her immune system crashing (as she stated in an interview) and so they could have privacy to deal w/ their burgeoning relationship bts. As you can see, L's other "relationship" conveniently ended when N was feeling better and after they cleared the critical 90-day ratings race post premiere (s).

3- This hide & seek strategy has seemed to work for the most part until recently, w/ the massive invasions of privacy. I think Lukola / their teams underestimated the growing frustration of fans/ in-fighting between camps. They seem to be reacting rather than being proactive; hopefully a more proactive strategy is forthcoming that strikes a better balance.

The Lukola Easter eggs have been nice, but not if they mercilessly lead nowhere. Still, I think we can expect Lukola to exert their right to privacy and let us in when they see fit. So sit back, relax and enjoy the ride... 2025 will be here soon enough and we KNOW that will look much different for them as a couple, as both Polin & Lukola. (Same-same)

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[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Hello! I really like your writing! It’s very good! :) I hope you’re having a wonderful day!

I have a question for your Poppy AU. How does everyone feel about Halloween? I was thinking about how the toys would react to seeing costumes of themselves on kids. Because with how big Playtime Co. was, there’s no way there wasn’t Halloween costumes made of their popular characters/toys.(at least, that’s what I think)

Thank you so much! I hope you're having a wonderful day as well!

This is super fun to me, because when Angel finally leaves the factory after the events of the game, Halloween has already passed by. I don't know if it passes while Angel is there, or if they receive the letter about their coworkers in November, but regardless, the toys have no idea about Halloween until an almost entire year since they left PlayCo. has passed by.

Now, the toys actually hear from Angel about kids dressing up as them for Halloween right after the rescue, when they go grocery shopping together for the first time and Bunzo notices a cheap costume, and asks Angel about it. They explain it, and the toys that are there (most of the minis + the Long Legs + Catnap + Poppy + Bunzo + the huggies) are a bit amused, but they all only really realize what this means when next Halloween season arrives.

Poppy is amused, to say the least. She doesn't expect any kid to ever dress up as her, so imagine her surprise when she sees a pair of two sisters just doing that! One is a very small kid, while the other is an older teen. She feels honored, really, but the idea of kids dressing up as the other toys makes her feel strange;

Marie Long Legs is not only amused, but is bragging about it to the others. She, of course, also tells anyone dressing up as her that they look adorable. She has lots of fun! No opinion on kids dressing up as other characters, but she does get a bit emotional when seeing Daddy and Baby Long Legs costumes;

Ollie/Baby Long Legs finds it a bit disturbing, esp since their rescue. Hates it, rolls his eyes at everyone doing that;

Huggy is just "THAT'S ME!!!" and "THAT'S YOU!!!" at the costumes. It's really cute, he thinks it's fun;

Kissy has a similar reaction, but it's obvious she has a soft spot for kids dressing up as either her or Huggy;

Bunzo Bunny loves it, mostly because he can point out to the costumes and call one of the family members to say "I found your clone over there". When it's him, he says it doesn't look as good as the original, but it looks amazing nonetheless. He likes when kids dress up as Mommy Long Legs though;

Boxy Boo is amused, but that's mostly it. Loves spotting mini Hoppy costumes around and pointing them out to her, though;

Miss Delight is a tiiiiny bit emotional, because it reminds her of her sisters. Avoids approaching kids dressed up as her because of that, and finds it amusing when she sees costumes of the others;

Dogday is curious and confused at first. "Why would they do that?", he asks, not really expecting an answer. "Don't their parents realize how... Weird that is...?", and he just sighs. Only really starts feeling less conflicted when he notices a group of teens dressed up as the Smiling Critters, all acting like a friend group, and he feels a bit warm inside. Kids dressed up as Catnap make him a tiny more conflicted than he would like to admit, but he finds them all very cute;

Catnap would feel awful if he sees a kid dressed up as him, he's just like "they have no idea what I have done... They'll never know...", and he prays to God (literally) that these kids don't do bad mistakes like he did. May be a bit protective over the kids dressed up as any critter, though. Thinks they're cute! No strong opinions on the others, except when it's a Delight costume, because he then feels Awful as well;

Bobby thinks it's cute, just LOVES going to kids dressed up as critters and go "I know you!!!", their reactions are always cute and she loves them;

Bubba is just. Stares. Asks himself what sort of parent would ever think this was a good idea. Sighs, treats the kids the same but he's bothered by it. Doesn't show any signs that he's more upset than usual;

Hoppy thinks it's amusing, but a little disturbing giving the context. No strong opinions on it, though she finds it ADORABLE when she spots a little boy dressed up as Boxy Boo;

Kickin is just "uh, that's weird, but these kids look pretty cool" (it's a kid dressed up as him). Annoys Bubba whenever he spots someone dressed up as him, though;

Crafty is there like "oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh". She hides her face on her hooves because she's too shy. Just! Someone dressed up as HER????? Really?! She isn't dreaming?! She expected her friends to become costumes, but HER????? She's crying from joy;

Piggy feels a bit bad for any kid dressed up as her, because to her they'll never know what a true monster she is, and she would ruin their fun if they ever knew the truth. Thinks kids dressed up as the others is cute, though.

[nutklcker]

I'm thinking about Curly and the fact the fandom is kinda slowly turning on him and starting to,,, blame him? More than Jimmy? And I've just been thinking about that

Like the takeaway from the game that Curly did not do the right thing and was not good at taking care of the crew is DEFINITELY an important, if not the most important, takeaway. Being constantly aware of toxic masculinity causing the bystander effect in others who feel like they have to cover for the toxic ppl is VERY IMPORTANT and I don't want to confuse people into going "Curly did nothing wrong!" "He's just a victim too it's not his fault!" "He didn't need to be responsible for Jimmy's actions!" Cuz that's just dangerous

But I do wanna dive into the fact that I think his actions (lackthereof) aren't just due to toxic masculinity and that feeling many cis men have where they have to cover for other toxic men and try to downplay all negative situations. Maybe it's just that I relate too much to Curly but it really seems to me that, after Anya, he's the most abused by Jimmy.

Like, I rewatched the Curly's Birthday Party scene where Jimmy not only berates him BRUTALLY but does so IN FRONT OF EVERYONE ELSE (/nm) AND Curly doesn't stand up for himself after the first few attempts, which will come back later. Jimmy verbally abuses him so comfortably (seen via 1.him doing it in front of everyone else 2.the fact he got Curly to shut up really fast and 3.the fact nobody stepped in to help Curly/stop Jimmy (which in Anya's case is so fair she was like having a panic attack but I was really expecting Swansea to say something or Daisuke to try and defuse)) really makes it seem like that's a common occurrence. The fact that the crew is used to it just feels like not only has he done that before but he does it frequently enough that even Daisuke, the last minute new hire, is used to it

Like when I first saw that scene my first thought was oh shit Jimmy really does abuse EVERYONE indiscriminately. But it kinda seems like the fandom forgot how quick and comfortable he was verbally abusing Curly On His Birthday Celebration, In Front Of Everyone.

And then, what I said earlier about Curly trying to fight back a little at first before giving up and just taking the beratement 100% applies to the scene where Jimmy beats Curly after giving him his pills. The same thing happens there, Curly screams out at first but eventually stops and just whimpers/cries while Jimmy beats him until he's done, at which point Curly starts full-on crying.

And again, this doesn't absolve him of the fact he didn't help Anya. Not one fucking bit. Like, as much as it's played for irony in game it was, to a pretty big extent, his responsibility as captain to make sure that his crew could coexist. And he SHOULD have done more to stop Jimmy. I'm not saying he's innocent, I'm saying that the assumption that he was a bystander to Jimmy's actions simply due to toxic masculinity influencing men to cover for one another is a little inaccurate. It's definitely the more important takeaway because being conscious of the dangers around you is important. It's just that seeing the specific ways he was abused by Jimmy and how he reacted to it makes me feel like it was less of a toxic masculinity thing and more of a Fawn response thing, because he DEFINITELY was a victim of Jimmy's abuse too. And I feel like that's a little important, both to show how men can abuse and manipulate one another and to show how abuse in general can make more than the abuser a danger to others (in the sense of people who are abused are less likely to speak out when they see other abuse, because they're used to it (speaking from experience, not being an asshole)). But I really don't want this leading people to baby Curly and excuse him from not sticking up for Anya more, cuz it's not an excuse, it's an explanation, a further development. He is still at fault for not doing more, but I this the reason he didn't do more isn't a toxic masculinity thing but an abuse victim thing

(Also it's interesting to see how Jimmy doesn't fuck with Swansea very much. I assume it's because he knows he can't topple Swansea, yet he's already toppled Curly and Anya so they're the easiest victims of his abuses. He knows Swansea would fight back, but he already has Curly wrapped around his little finger and Anya severely traumatized so he just focuses on them instead. Also this is in reference to the fact he doesn't try to go around Swansea and get into the Util/Cryopod room until he thinks Anya's hurt Curly. It's like he's afraid of Swansea, which he should be <3)

[swtorramblings]

Claudia as Cruella as usual by @fleeting-sanity, thanks again!

Claudia watching the box that you can see things in when she comes to a sudden realization. 817 words. Happy Halloween!

She just stared at the spindly woman on the “television”. That she wasn’t actually real did not help make her less disturbing, in some ways it made her more. And this wasn’t even the same as the “horror movies” that Azula and Vaylin had taken some interest in. Claudia had, too, if she was honest, but this was somehow worse. Probably because it was more, what, mundane? Just an everyday person with wealth whose evil was finally defeated by a good family.

She had watched the show to, as they put it, “get into character”. Now she felt something stirring about this Cruella de Vil. At first, she was angry that they’d suggested her for a costume. How dare they? The only thing they had in common was an unusual head of hair, but this almost spider-like caricature of a woman was truly awful, mistreating her “friends”, trying to round up a hundred and one adorable little pups just to make a coat? Then she had a stray thought, “I wonder what kinds of spells they could be used in?” She turned off the television (she had only just started calling it that after “box that shows things” for weeks). She sat, open mouthed for a few moments, then pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She felt tears on her face, but she couldn’t stop them. She was this devil. She had mistreated, even misused her friends. She had driven her Sorbear away. She never used creatures to make a coat, but she had destroyed living creatures to fuel her magic. Sometimes for truly petty things. To start fires, to make her quick brown morning potion and pancakes. And when they weren’t petty, they were worse. She saw her former friends, and the elf with the cute braid they had sided with, accusing. She didn’t think then that she should care, she was just being practical, defending her family, protecting the long-suffering human race. But then why had Soren left her? She hid her face, and lost track of time, didn’t notice how dark the room became without the television on. So she jumped out of the chair in a panic as the lights clicked on. “Your costumes ready, interesting choice,” she heard Sameen say. She rapidly tried to wipe the tears from her face, pretending that the light had just woken her up to cover. She didn’t think Sameen would believe it. “The others suggested it,” she said, voice cracking a bit. Then she turned and looked at it. “I don’t think I want to wear it, I’m sorry you went to the trouble.” “It wasn’t any trouble, I picked it up from a shop. Why don’t you want to wear it?” “Because she’s awful.” Sameen paused. “You watched the movie with all the dogs?” She couldn’t say anything, so she just nodded, trying to keep from crying again in front of the woman that had taken them all in. “All right, I won’t ask about it, but…” Claudia couldn’t stand it. Clenched fists to her sides, she whispered, “Because I’m her.” Sameen studied her again, the way she had when the three of them had been brought here. “Do you want to talk about it?” She started shaking her head, but when she found her voice, she said, “Yes.” Later, after telling all of her secrets, her tears had dried, she was feeling more like herself. But she was nervous about how Sameen would react. She had seen her kill a few times now. Sameen tilted her head, and then turned towards the room’s camera and said, “Root, any suggestions?” “I think I have just the thing.” They could almost hear the smirk just in her voice. “Do you think the others should join you?” “Well, probably not Fusco, but Vaylin and the girl, sure.” “OK, I’ll get it streaming for you after they’re there.” “Thanks.” “You know how much I like it when you want something.” “Quiet, you.” The two of them were so weird, Claudia thought. They watched the movie together. She didn’t know if it was a great story, but she found this version of Cruella to be someone she could possibly feel some kinship with. Hurt repeatedly as a child, then more as an adult, and she did get her revenge. Not a horrid, bloody revenge, just a form of justice. This was a person she could be. “All right, I’ll wear it, let’s go get candy or perpitrate some tricks.” “What, you weren’t going to wear it?” Azula said. “I thought you’d like her, really,” Vaylin put in. “I think I do now, I like the character we just saw.” “Good! So I hope you all got something from that, but it’s almost time to go and none of you are in costume.” Claudia walked passed and snatched the costume. “Be right back.

[totallyjustabunchofhocuspocus]

Fic preview

A sneak peek of the next part of Come Away, O Human Child (a Buddie urban fantasy AU)

Christopher is dozing in his lap, worn out by the upheaval of the last few hours, when Maddie arrives at the waiting room of First Presbyterian.

It’s not the ICU this time, thank God, but Eddie is struck with a horrible sense of déjà vu as Buck’s sister rushes up to him, her face pinched and worried, her hair in a disarray as though she’s been running her fingers through it. He stands slowly, shifting Chris in his arms and then turning to lay him back down on the vinyl-covered couch they’d commandeered as soon as an ER nurse told them where they could wait while Buck was attended to.

“Eddie,” Maddie says, rushing up to him and laying her hand on his arm. She squeezes his wrist, a gesture of comfort that he’s not sure is for him or herself. “What’s going on?”

“He had a seizure,” Eddie says tiredly, repeating the information he’d fired off in the 118 groupchat while sitting in the back of an ambulance with his son. “Grand mal. Lasted about six minutes and he passed out afterwards. He woke up on the way here, but he was completely out of it.” He rattles it off like a debrief, like he’s just reporting the results of an op to a superior officer and not talking about his partner. About Buck.

Maddie bites her lip as he talks, swallowing hard as her hand tightens on his. “I don’t—he’s never had seizure activity before,” she says, her voice trembling slightly before she visibly steels herself. “Okay. Okay, I’m going to go see if they have any updates. They’re probably going to admit him with everything that's happened; at least overnight.”

Eddie nods silently, having already expected that. He swallows back the urge to ask if he can go with her, not sure if she’d see it as an intrusion or not. Buck hasn’t told her that he and Eddie are together, yet—they’d been planning to finally let everyone in on their secret after they told Christopher today. And afterwards, they’d planned on updating their paperwork—making each other their primary emergency contact, at least get themselves listed as someone who can receive medical information and make decisions for each other.

Eddie is ready to make it even more official…is ready to give Buck his medical Power of Attorney, to list him as Christopher’s legal guardian if anything happens to him and Shannon, ready to tell Buck to just find someone to sublet the loft to now and bring the rest of his stuff to the house. Their house. Their home. He thinks Buck is on the same page, but neither of them has brought it up yet. It all feels so fast.

It doesn’t feel fast enough.

But right now, all he can do is watch as Maddie makes her way to the waiting room desk and identifies herself, asking for any kind of update on Buck. Eddie can’t even pretend he’s not trying to eavesdrop, but his attention is drawn to his son when Christopher stirs and sits up, blinking up at him owlishly before he realizes where they are.

“Can we see Buck, yet?” he asks anxiously, not protesting when Eddie sits down and draws him back into his lap. Chirstopher hasn’t quite reached the stage that he doesn’t want to cuddle with him anymore, but it’s become a less frequent occurrence. Now, though, he just tucks his head under Eddie’s chin and twists his fingers in the front of his shirt.

“Not yet, buddy,” he says, his eyes never leaving Maddie as she talks to a tall satyr dressed in light blue scrubs that Eddie sincerely hopes is a charge nurse or something. “The doctors are still figuring out what happened and how to make him better.”

Chris mulls over that briefly and then asks, “But he’s gonna be okay, right?”

Eddie’s chest goes tight and hot at the soft, hesitant timbre of Chris’s voice, the fear that trembles under the words. He’d had to concentrate on Buck when his partner had suddenly collapsed right there in the kitchen, falling to the floor and convulsing before Eddie could even react. His whole focus had been on keeping Buck from injuring himself during the seizure, keeping track of how long it lasted, counting off Buck’s heartrate and breathing when the convulsions had lessened and rattling off his stats to the 9-1-1 operator. He’d tried to be gentle when he took his phone from Chris’s shaking hand, squeezing his son’s arm and telling him to go and sit in the living room until the paramedics came…but he knows Chris had been scared.

So had Eddie.

He tightens his arms around Chris, dropping a kiss on the top of his head. “He started to wake up on the ride here, remember? I know it was scary, but it’s really good that he woke up so fast after the seizure ended. The paramedics weren’t worried about his vitals. We got him here fast and the doctors are with him now. You did a great job helping me and staying calm. I’m so proud of you, mijo,” he says, careful with his words and hating that he can’t make himself just promise Christopher that everything will be all right. He knows better than to make promises he might not be able to keep, though.

And sure, he knows that everything he’s saying is true.

It had been terrifying to watch the color suddenly start draining from Buck’s face, beads of sweat popping up on his forehead before he’d made a horrible, choked noise and simply…dropped. But apart from the very real concern of the fact that Buck doesn’t have a history of seizures, there had not been anything out of the ordinary about the episode. Hen and Chimney are in agreement that the only red flag about the seizure is that Buck had it at all. It probably wouldn’t be very comforting to the average person, but Eddie is a medic. A by-the-books medical event is always better than something outside the norm. He knows that.

He just also knows that the singular red flag of Buck having the seizure at all is a big red flag.

He holds Chris closer, and cannot help the litany of side effects that can arise from catastrophic backlash shock and DMCD from running through his head. Buck’s recovery from the backlash shock has been nothing short of miraculous. He should have some kind of impairment, some kind of physical or mental aftereffects. It’s gotten to the point that Eddie has heard him open his follow-up appointments by announcing, “No I’m not lying about how I’m feeling, and I have two paramedics who will swear they checked all my vitals within the last twenty-four hours.”

Just…what if he wasn’t as lucky as they all thought he was? What if there is something lurking, something that all the scans and x-rays and runic scrying hasn’t detected.

What if it’s not related to the backlash shock at all?

Buck is still cursed.

His partner is still a changeling child.

It’s something he’s been trying not to think about, something he’s been trying not to consider. But watching as Maddie nods along to whatever the nurse is saying—the waiting room is too busy, he can’t catch more than every few words—a tight, worried frown pinching her brow…he remembers the Cunningham girl. Changelings do not live as long as Buck has. They just don’t. He’d been unable to keep himself from one of the kind of research binge that’s usually more Buck’s territory, since learning of his partner’s curse. What he’s learned is the stuff of nightmares. It’s not just the horrific way that changeling children die when their magic is harvested. It’s the fact that as rare as the curse is, it’s even rarer for them to get to that point. Most experts estimate that something like ninety percent of changelings don’t even make it to ten years old. The magic is too much, their bodies unable to take the strain.

Eddie can’t actually wrap his mind around a quantity of magic that his partner wouldn’t be able to wield with an ease that bordered on elegance…but Buck doesn’t have his magic anymore. What if—what if there’s some other element of the curse, something that no one’s ever seen before simply because no one ever sees a situation like Buck’s? What if the Fae that started all of this is trying to find some way to circumvent the protections that Buck somehow has, out of malice or a desire for revenge or, God help him, as a way to try and force Buck to reconnect with his magic?

The questions swirl in his mind as he holds his son and watches Maddie, just praying for answers.

[shippy-from-apocalypse]

Ok im Very sleepy rn it's 2 am bare with me

What do we think Jon would think of How The fandom sees him? And I don't mean this in a pedantic "oh fandom bad because dumbed down and Insert Petty Headcanon Disagreement"

I mean this entirely in a "How would Jon, The man who believes himself to be an Irredeemable monster who is to blame for everything that ever went wrong, react to Just so so many people listening to his shortcommings and ultimately seeing his side"

Like yeah everyone agrees he's kind of an asshole sometimes but he is so beloved by The fans?

I'm sure some people did but I've never seen anyone doubting his humanity or blaming him for the horrors™ he Just clearly understood as his fault? Like yeah Martin tried telling him it wasn't but what I'm getting at is

I love to think about what Jon would do If he saw just the ocean of people who listened to (what he considers to be)

the most unsympathetic person in the world becoming a monster and making choices that brought the literal apocalypse upon humanity

and pretty much everyone saying "he did the best anyone could reasonably expect and he is not a bad person for being caught in the crossfire of an impossible situation with no good solutions"

remember that time in mag 187 a lady grabbed jon in fear and he shouted and presumably pushed her away? and everyone and their mother defended jon's humanity because that was a textbook trauma response i think he would break down crying if he saw that

[dizzyrobinsims]

So finally watched Full Moon and oh boy the juicy, delicious draaamaaaa and anggggsst. I am FEASTING.

BUT also if anyone can watch that episode and blame only one of 'em for that clusterfuck then they need to take a media studies course.

[sassmill]

I just want to be allowed to scream at my sister the way she screams at me. I want to be allowed to slam doors and throw things and break things. I want to be allowed to react to the way she treats us and not be called selfish.

[alchemiclee]

I hope someone writes a good fic about the high cloud quintet with all the messy pieces of lore we have because i'm very unsatisfied with what we got and I want MORE OF THEM. don't know why i'm so obsessed with this tragic group of friends but 😭 IM SO FEELINGS ABOUT THEM but also empty because they didn't satisfy me with what they gave us lmao I require more. but that was the end and i'll never get more....unless someone writes a great fic about them.....!

[pocketramblr]

Upon seeing the post about second as iida my first thought was and third can be uraraka then I noticed you had the same idea in the tags

Great minds think alike I just think that's what she deserves,,,trio holders to the original trio babeyyy

[yuridovewing]

doesnt matter much bc idk how much content ill make for it anyways but i am so conflicted on whether i want the hawkleaf au to be in my hypothetical rewrite or not. because like i like the idea for that au because the melodrama gets pumped up even more and i love the whole "oh theyre firestar and tigerstars grandchildren.... but not the ones you think" thing, and how it makes the secret even more devastating, but also like. where the hell does that leave the windclan soap opera

[kraviolis]

one of these days im gonna be incredibly self indulgent and draw an entire fix-it comic about cleo shaw bcus shes one of my all time favorite characters and i fucking miss her so much bro

[nomairuins]

thank GODDD the doctor is taking time to work on himself maybe now he can stop ruining womens lives .

[ghostedbunnie]

nightmare in the daylight

knight!ghost x fem!reader

based on my prompt that you can find here.

warnings: non-con/dub-con, size kink, spanking, oral (f.receiving), fingering (f.receiving), thigh riding, biting, creampie, breeding kink

a/n: i feel so rusty so please be gentle i rewrote this way too many times, it was a lot longer and had more plot but i might just end up writing pt.2 if there is interest, I added a tag list for those who wanted to see this! 🫶

Ghost hadn't anticipated encountering a robbery on the forest trail while en route to collect his king's future wife. It was unexpected but not unwelcome; he was yearning for a skirmish, for blood and broken bones. The recent tranquility had left him restless. These bandits wouldn't pose much of a challenge, but they would at least satisfy his craving.

The skies began to pour as soon as he dismounted from his horse, startling the highwaymen. They were engaged in a one-sided fight with a few knights who had undoubtedly been sent to protect the carriage on its way to his kingdom. Before any of them could react to his arrival, heads started rolling. Chaos erupted once more, with screams of terror cutting through the forest and startling the remaining fauna.

After the final enemy fell to a sword through his abdomen, Ghost approached the carriage with slow, deliberate steps. As he opened the door, he was taken by surprise as a curtain was thrown into his face and a shard of glass was aimed for his neck by a scrawny, wild-looking maid. Despite your trembling, there was a fierce determination in your eyes, a vow that you would not give up without a struggle. Beneath his face plate, the corner of his mouth curled up, and with a wry snort, he deflected the shard from your bleeding hand. Seizing you by the back of your neck like a feisty kitten showing its claws, he pulled you out of the carriage and dropped you onto the chilly, muddy ground. As he turned back to the carriage to retrieve the princess, he realized she was no warrior; she had fainted at the sight of his imposing figure silhouetted against the moonlight.

As he carries your mistress to his horse, you launch at his back, kicking and screaming, trying to make him let her go. He unceremoniously deposits her on the horse like a sack of potatoes. Finally, he turns back to catch your hands, which have been beating at his back, with one of his much bigger hands. Your eyes go wide with terror as the reality of your position with this beast sinks in. He can't help but relish in the look of you now, wet hair sticking to your face, wild eyes, and scratches on your cheek from the broken glass. You look like a tasty meal for his beastly appetite and he's been starving for far too long. You are unaware of it but attracting his attention will be the worst mistake of your life. As he draws you closer with your bound wrists, he whispers into your ear so that you can hear him over the pouring rain, “Yer brave but stupid, girl.” After that, he hits the back of your neck and everything goes black.

The next thing you know, you are standing in front of the king who explains the entire situation. However, somehow that doesn't help the sinking feeling in your stomach, especially when the king mentions a reward for the behemoth of a man towering over you. He is still covered in blood, and daylight doesn't make him any less terrifying. He stalks around like a nightmare in black leathers that hug his form tight and emphasize his width. As if sensing your thoughts, he takes a step closer, taking up more of your space, and before you can move away, you catch the last words uttered by the king: “You brought me, my bride, Ghost, it's only fair you get a reward. Take your pick - anything you wish for will be yours.”

A weighty, gloved paw settles on the nape of your neck, causing you to startle. "I'll take 'er." Your mistress immediately starts to protest but despite her objections, the king simply nods and smiles, disregarding you entirely. You have no option but to allow the beast, that he called Ghost, to guide you away with a firm hand on your nape.

After navigating through several twists and turns, you find yourself in an unremarkable room. It contains only the absolute necessities—a bed and very little else. The one thing that draws your attention in the room is the sizeable tub that is still emitting steam, indicating it was just filled a few minutes ago.

Silently, Ghost pushes you towards the tub, and you promptly begin to retreat away from it. You refuse to bathe in his presence. Even though you are just a servant, you are still a virtuous lady.

“Either you go voluntarily or I'll throw you in kickin' and screamin'.” He growls and then says, "I'll relish it either way." You can sense the predatory undertone in his voice. You're fighting a losing battle, as going willingly gives him complete control, yet resisting might provoke an even more... primal response.

You break free from his hold, realizing that he let you go willingly. 

"Can you... turn around?" he scoffs, moving to a chair that creaks under his weight. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, he gestures for you to proceed. Though you want to scream or lash out, you hold back, sensing that he's waiting for you to lose control. Instead, you turn around and slowly peel off your muddied and torn dress. As you reach the chemise underneath, you sneak a peek and notice he has removed his helmet and face plate, revealing short dirty blond hair, black coal marks around his eyes, and prominent scars cutting through his lips and brow. Despite his broken nose, he remains strangely alluring, which frightens you. Hastily, you turn back, slide the chemise down, and attempt to hide under the steaming water.

"Good girl," he growls, satisfied with your obedience. Just as the relief that maybe this is all he wanted starts to sink into your bones, it's replaced with dread when you notice he starts shedding his clothes too. He loosens up his dark, blood-stained leathers with ease and deftness you wouldn't expect from a man his size.

"What are you doing?" Panic is evident in your question, but it doesn't seem to bother him at all.

"Can't bathe with my clothes on," he answers matter-of-factly. Once again, a wave of indignation courses through you, but it's quickly overshadowed by a pang of heat that forces you to rub your thighs together underwater. Your eyes can't help but stay glued to him, just as he did to you when you were taking your dress off. He is now down to his breeches, and when he pulls them down his thick thighs, you audibly gasp when you notice he is not wearing anything underneath. This earns you an amused chuckle, especially when he catches you looking again through your fingers.

Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, but before your thoughts can drift to what lies between his powerful thighs, he steps into the tub with you. Water spills over the edges, though he doesn't seem to mind. He pulls you close, turning you so your back presses against him, your body nestled between his legs, leaning on his firm chest. The light tickle of his hair brushes against your skin, and his strong arm rests across your stomach, fingers splayed making you feel even smaller. The contact makes you squirm, but as you try to pull away, you only stir the hardening length behind you, making you flush with heat.

“Relax,” he grunts into your ear, more command than a suggestion.

“How can I possibly –ah.” Your reply gets cut off by a moan as his other hand falls from the edge of the tub and wanders between your legs. Your attempts at closing your legs seem futile even with one hand he is strong enough to force his way in and drag his fingers through your folds nearing the opening. Your spine arches instinctively and he answers with a nip to your neck and jaw, while forcing a finger up to the first knuckle in. 

“Gotta loosen you up a bit, pet.” You have no choice but to surrender to his touch as he sinks his finger in and curls it, drawing a moan out of you before you clap a hand over your mouth to keep the sounds in. But all that decorum is forgotten when he adds a second one and scissors them before slowly prodding you with the third making you see stars. The tension building in your body suddenly snaps, sending you reeling, legs going numb and your fingers digging into his arm still wrapped around your stomach. 

With your mind hazy from your first-ever orgasm, you don't even register that he pulls you out of the bath, drying you, and carrying you to the bed in the center of the spacious room. Your body already half asleep.

His gravelly voice pulls you out of your post-orgasmic haze. “Naive, little thing.” Suddenly he is trailing hungry, open-mouthed, and nippy kisses down the length of your body. Marking your neck and collarbones with angry red marks, biting down harder than necessary on the underside of your breast leaving behind imprints of his teeth, and making you hiss when the pain mixes with the pleasure, he licks a trail down your stomach and in a moment of clear-headedness you try to fist his hair and tug him up and away from your center but his hair is cut too short for any leverage. When you lock eyes with him, between your legs forcing them open with hunger and lust written all over his face you try to get away just for him to deliver a loud smack to your outer thigh before dragging you closer and licking a stripe through your folds with a loud guttural groan that you feel more than you hear it.

His thumb circles your clit while he alternates kissing, sucking, and fucking you with his tongue. When your squirming in an attempt to get away turns into grinding your hips against his face, his other hand rests on your stomach adding slight pressure and making you cry out which only spurs him on. The sounds that reverberated through his chest were nothing short of animalistic and when your second orgasm shot through your core, you fell limp against the sheets with a moan that would make you blush if at least half of your brain was still functioning properly. A new wave of panic sets in when you realize that he isn't stopping. On the contrary, he probes you with his fingers in addition to his tongue. You can feel the coil in your lower belly tightening again, heating up with his ministrations.

You plead with him, saying you can't take anymore just for him to disregard it with a growl, “You've got plenty more in ya.” 

You've lost count of how many times you came when he manhandled you around onto your hands and knees propping your hips up with a pillow. You turn to look at him with heavy-lidded eyes and your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him standing behind you with his massive hand tugging at his thick, angry-looking, and leaking cock with his eyes glued to your core, still pulsing and wet from all your previous orgasms. Without warning he grabs your hips, aligns the blunt head of his cock with your entrance, and pushes in. Your fingers dig into the sheets from the sheer stretch as you mewl and whimper when he drags himself all the way to slam back in. Everything is too much and not enough at the same time, with every thrust his fingers dig into your hips and you are sure there will be fingerprints left with how hard he is gripping you and the idea makes you wetter. Prompted by the delicious drag of his cock your walls keep tightening around him, as he pushes you closer and closer to your release. One of his muscular arms circles your waist, his chest flush to your back, as his other arm comes to rest next to your head with one of his legs still firmly planted on the floor and the other resting next to you on the bed for better purchase. This new angle combined with the gravelly grunts so close to your ear become your undoing and you hurtle full-force into another mind-numbing orgasm with Ghost following close behind.

“Come f'r me, pet.” Again, not a suggestion but a command and who are you to refuse him? So you do as he says, pussy fluttering from the aftershocks as he fucks you through it, thumb circling your clit before he fills you up, not allowing you to move an inch, keeping your hips propped up and when he pulls out which drags another set of whimpers from you he meticulously pushes his spend back with thick, calloused fingers. “Gotta make sure it takes.” 

If your consciousness weren't slipping away, you'd likely be alarmed, but instead, your eyes begin to close again, and this time, sleep claims you.

You wake to a heavy weight pressing down on your back, and it takes a moment for your mind to catch up with the events of yesterday. When it does, your entire body flushes and you attempt to move out of bed, only to find it futile. You're pinned beneath strong arms marked with scars—some from arrows, large and small, and others older, circular, and still appearing raw.

Your thoughts are abruptly interrupted as a thick, muscular thigh presses deeper between your legs, forcing them apart. Without much thought, you begin to grind against it, a primal urge stirring within you. Despite the lingering soreness from yesterday, a fresh wave of need starts to build, and any trace of resistance fades in the face of overwhelming pleasure. It feels shameful, but you can't stop the tentative movements, slowly finding a rhythm—until the sudden flex of his thigh makes you gasp, your eyes rolling back.

“So needy,” he growls close to your ear but there's no trace of anger in his voice, if anything he sounds pleased. “Come on, ride it harder.” He punctuates the sentence with yet another flex of his thigh and a nip to your neck, making you shudder but follow through with his command. As you grind back against his thigh you take a note of his cock stirring, resting heavy and hard between your bare ass. You push against it absentmindedly and find yourself pinned under him, your legs still held apart with his thigh that's now embarrassingly slick with your arousal. The visual of it makes you turn your head away, eyes closed and whimpering. Ghost doesn't like that. His massive paw of a hand grabs at your cheeks, your lips puckering involuntarily while he grunts at you to keep those eyes open for him. As he licks into your mouth, it suddenly dawns on you—this is your first kiss. You had already let this beast inside you before even sharing a kiss, and everything felt so out of order, that it made you want to scream and cry. Instead, you settle on throwing your hands around him and clawing at his back as he aligns himself with your needy, sore pussy and thrusts to the hilt without so much as a warning.

Even after yesterday, the burn of the stretch to accommodate his length makes fresh tears spring up into your eyes and roll down the apples of your cheeks. You swear you see his scarred lips twitch up into a savage smile at the sight of them before he licks them clean off your cheeks with a satisfied groan. In retaliation you dig your nails deeper into his sturdy back, hoping to break the skin and leave a mark that only ends up urging him to fuck you harder, faster. The sounds reverberating in the room drive you crazy; over them, you don't even notice a soft knock at the door but whoever it was scurries away registering the sound of the moans he wrings out of you with one particularly hard thrust that pushes so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Effortlessly he manhandles your legs on his shoulders to hit a different angle. As you struggle with the overwhelming feeling of fullness he leaves a deceptively soft kiss on your ankle before he folds you in half again and wrestles another mind-shattering orgasm out of you and succumbing to one himself, painting your insides with his spent. Pulling out, he doesn't bother moving, he simply rests his head on your chest between your breasts, squeezing the air out of your lungs with the sheer size of him. “Rest now, pet. Plenty of time for more o' that later.”

At that moment, you know there is no turning back; you've been taken, branded from the inside out. You wonder if this is truly so horrible, perhaps this nightmare of a man will drive away all the other nightmares plaguing your mind.

Or perhaps he is even more dreadful than your imagination could have ever conjured.

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Task force 141 reacting to their very pregnant wife still trying to clean, cook etc

This turned more into ‘Task force 141 preventing their very pregnant wife from trying to clean, cook, etc’ lmaooooo I hope that's alright

Price

HA! Good one!

No seriously, it's actually hilarious that you think you'd do anything for yourself when your hubby's around

That man has been waiting on you hand and foot since you first got together. So now that you're pregnant and you think he'd let you so much as lift a finger? You must have a serious case of pregnancy brain, sweetheart

Price is doing all the cooking, the cleaning, the running errands, etc. throughout the entirety of your pregnancy (and at least the first several months postpartum)

He's kept you practically bed bound these last few months to the point where you think there's a perfect indent of your body molded into the mattress

Seven months in, he's suddenly called away to a quick mission halfway across the globe, and you think finally you'll get some of your autonomy back...

Well, think again because who should show up at your door the next morning than your mother-in-law herself, ready to pick up where her son left off

She came at the behest of your husband, of course, and was armed with a detailed set of care instructions

What does your husband think you are? Some sort of one-of-a-kind, priceless artifact that needs special handling? (Actually that's exactly what you are. Price-less… I'll see myself out 🚶🏻‍♀️)

Ghost

When it comes to having some semblance of independence during your pregnancy, Ghost will give you a bit of a longer leash than Price, but only just so

You’re going for a walk around the neighborhood? Hold on, let him grab his coat to join you. Or you're going into the backyard to tend the garden? He'll pull the weeds while you water the plants

But when it comes to letting you do certain things, there are some hard nos that he will absolutely not budge on

You try to use a stepladder to reach the top of the cupboard? Stop! You'll break your neck! You try to pick up anything heavier than 10 pounds? Stop! Give it here! You try to drive?... Don't even fuckin' think about it, precious.

The farther along your pregnancy progresses, the better he gets at predicting (and intercepting) your next move

You were gonna do laundry today? Well, wouldn't you know, he's already got a load going in the washer. You were about to make dinner? Well shucks, he just ordered takeaway from that Greek place you love

His ability to read your mind is honestly impressive once you get past how damn annoying you find it. Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you're incapable of fending for yourself, and you're tired of him acting as if otherwise

But really, you can never get mad at anything he does for you. After all, what kind of a husband would he be if he didn't take care of his missus and your little one?

Soap

If you take Ghost’s cautiousness, mix it with Price’s thoroughness, and crank it up to an 11, you get Soap

From the moment he found out you were pregnant, he put your house into full lockdown mode, stopping just short of booby trapping the front door in case you got any funny ideas

You want some fresh air? Just open a window. You want to go for a walk and stretch your legs? Just take a few turns about the living room like you're some Austenian heroine

Don't let him catch you doing any kind of physical labor, because so help him Jesus he will grab a spray bottle and use it like you're a feral alleycat he's trying to house-train (he wouldn't really... but don't test him)

You try to unload the dishwasher? Ehrr! Wrong move. You try to remake the bed? Ehrr! Nice try. You try to mop up your own mess. Ehrr! Enough already. You try to– OCH, WOULD YE BLOODY SIT DOWN, WOMAN?!

For nine long months during his requested leave from work, your husband is attached to you like some kind of loving, smothering barnacle

But doesn't he miss his job, or the lads for that matter? What if the world needs saving? What will they do without him?

Well, (in his exact words) fuck the rest of the world! You're his world, bonnie, and he'll give you everything you could ever wish for and then some

Gaz

By far, you have the most independence with Gaz than you would with any of the other three men… at least, at the beginning of your pregnancy, that is

Once you get to around five or six months he becomes just as helicopter-y as all the others; he's just ever so slightly more bearable, perhaps

There's lots of peeking his head around the corner to check on you throughout the day or appearing seemingly out of thin air whenever you're doing something he'd rather you wouldn't

You've lost count of the number of times you've been in the middle of cooking or hanging up the laundry or whatever and his hand has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, gently taking the object from you before directing you to sit and rest

And like, look. He knows you can handle yourself. He knows you could conquer the whole world if you wanted to. That's one of the things he loves about you the most

But seeing you like this – so fragile, so vulnerable, so beautiful and soft and pregnant with his child; his child – it just… It makes him…

He just needs to do these things for you, alright, love? Just let him take care of you, please? Would you let him do that?

You already have so much you have to carry. Let him ease some of the burden off your shoulders. Let him do these small things for you because they don't even compare to all that you're doing for him 🥲

[gay-dorito-dust]

How’d they react to you calling them bro or dude whilst in a pre-established relationship…(platonic/romantic)

Dick: he’s insulted.

Gutted.

He will try to give you the silent treatment for such a shameful thing but ultimately fails as he ends up being the one pawing at you for attention.

‘Do you still like me? Or did you just run out of cute nicknames to call me?’ He’d say one night as your both cuddling in bed together. ‘If it’s the later then I can help you find something, just please spare me and don’t call me dude or bro anymore.’

He’d rather you call him Richard-wait, no he hates that even more because to him you’re not meant to use his fully name, only cutesy nicknames that’d make a grown man sick to his stomach. Nothing else would suffice other than Dickie bird, handsome, babe, hunk, honeybun or anything that wasn’t his name.

He’s go mad or would act delusional and say that everything was fine when everyone could tell that it wasn’t. People who know him have personally came to you and begged you to stop calling him dude/bro because he kept talking their ears off about how his beloved partner is torturing him, which ends up torturing them even more upon hearing about his relationship issues.

Dick would even consult Hayley on what he did wrong, only for Hayley to look at him with those big, big eyes of hers. This was not her level of expertise unfortunately. (Head empty, no thoughts. She can’t do her abc’s guys it’s a real tragedy.)

Jason: ‘I just had my tongue down your throat just now and you had to go and ruin the mood by calling me bro. What the fuck.’ - Jason at some point.

It’s a whole mood killer for him to be honest.

He’s calling you things like chipmunk or sweetheart but here you were calling him dude and bro. He knows for a fact that he’s well and truly out of the friend zone because the shit you’ve done together isn’t platonic in any sort of way.

Thinks Roy had set you up to call him dude or bro behind his back. (He hasn’t)

Jason is petty and will get his own back by referring you as ‘just a really good friend’, ‘buddy o’ mine’ or even worse than both of those; ‘chum.’ 💀

When you go low, Jason was more then willing to go to the depths of fucking hell to the point it had become a game to see who’d call out just how stupid this all was, and at the both of you for ever thinking that this was an excellent idea in the first place.

You’ll probs get punished…I’m just going to leave it there and let your minds guess what that ‘punishment’ was exactly.

Damian:

As much as Damian hates it when you call him Dami, he hates it when you call him dude or bro even more, if that’s even possible.

Damian hates it when you call him dude or bro. He’s not your dude or bro, he’s your partner and he expects no less then darling, my heart or my beloved.

So you calling him dude or bro is more than enough reason for him to give you the silent treatment.

‘Until you learn that I am your partner, I won’t want to be anywhere near you if you’re going to keep calling me your bro or dude. It is a disservice to who I actually am to you.’ He says with a huff and beckons Titus to follow, only for the Great Dane to be left confused as to why his human parents were at a disagreement over something silly.

Also Titus, Ace, Jerry, Alfred the cat, Goliath and BatCow are children of divorce because I said so.

So it’s bests that you apologise while you still can because Damian can hold a grudge unlike any other. Even if you didn’t, you’d still crack first before Damian and quickly put an end to calling him dude/bro.

He just thinks being called a dude/bro when in a pre-established relationship is an insult.

He can take a joke but not when it’s aimed at his relationship. He’s well and truly devoted to his relationship -if we’re to completely ignore the whole being Robin thing- that it might as well be an insult towards him too at this point.