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badcaninecemetery · 2 months ago

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[a list of overhaul headcanons that i've been obsessed with + soft x reader imagines]

he's kind of low-energy, so i imagine a lot of his hobbies would be similar.

given his physique, he'd probably enjoy working out, exercise, and/or yoga. he'd listen to documentaries about scientific discoveries while doing the mindless and repetitive movements. he'd intently watch a creative recreation of the discovery of tiktaalik and then forget he'd been cycling for over an hour.

i definitely think he'd be into reading too. typically he reads autobiographical nonfiction, but i'm sure he could be swayed into more literary nonfiction. he'd also read academic/scholarly journals/publications. he'd spend hours reading and reading.

playing strategic/mentally stimulating board/card games would interest him too. it's to keep his wits sharp, and perhaps hone in his poker face more and more. he probably did this a lot when he was younger, but then it became a hobby so he just does it to keep his brain thinking.

he'd also be into things like wine making or custom metal work, something that he can build and create. chemistry is something he really would enjoy, and there are endless possibilities there. he probably brewed beer and things like that when he was younger to earn pocket money and get himself further out there, but it stuck around too.

along those lines, he spends a lot of his time studying and working on his technical skills. he has many things he has to practice and learn, and i don't think his hunger for knowledge is satiable. he'd dedicate time for learning languages that might help him one day. science and math become some of his favorite things to do to pass the time—it's like doing crossword puzzles to him.

when he was really little, i think he probably tinkered with model kits. he's a little too shy to show those off though, but they're still hidden away in a closet just in case he ever wants to attempt them once more.

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imagine kai tells you that he has a surprise for you, so he leads you into the living room and reveals with a gesture a board game. his eyes are crinkled around the edges, so you know there's a smile underneath that mask of his. you'd play with him, only for him to obliterate you every. single. time. it's typically chess because he teases you that it's your skill level—and you should be glad he didn't pull out the checkers board (or worse, go fish).

imagine watching him fiddle around with experiments. he shows you the elephant toothpaste one and you both would watch in horror whenever it starts exploding out more than it was supposed to. whenever you ask what happened, kai admits that perhaps he shouldn't have been focusing on your reactions as much. but whenever he's not doing anything in particular for you (and he totally doesn't do those things to impress you), the two of you just parallel play in the same room. he's busy, writing notes down in that doctor's scrawl of his and staring down intently through his bulky jewelers loupes; while you're relaxing on the other side of the room, perhaps doing something quiet and easy like drawing, or knitting, or writing, or researching.

imagine soft jazz in the background during these things. kai slowly turns to face you with a hard stare whenever you start playing your mix of sad jazz. he shakes his head softly, telling you he's not going to examine the medicinal samples in his petri dishes to billie holiday's "the man i love" (which makes him shift from foot to foot awkwardly because of the lyrics). a sly grin starts to stretch across your face as you switch it to old german jazz (the kind that plays in those 1930s men's fashion instagram reels), and you start doing a little dance towards him, shaking your hips and shimmying. kai's eyes are wide, but he's unable to not succumb whenever you lightly grasp his hands and loosely swing his arms back and forth (he's imploding internally).

imagine making him a rap, rock rap, and/or nu metal playlist. it's sometimes heavy and emotional or bitter, and sometimes it's nice for him to lean back and grimace at the ceiling whenever he listens to the words. so you hook up your phone to a speaker, then hit shuffle. his head is leaned against the back of the couch, eyes closed while the playlist cycles through. one second cypress hill is playing, the next it's eminem's fack. kai's face contorts into dissatisfaction before his eyes open and he pointedly looks at you, but you just snicker and say it's like a game of russian roulette. i wonder just how many times this song is hidden in this playlist? kai just sighs in acceptance.

imagine kai gushing to you (in a definitely calm and composed manner) about some or the nonfiction/journals he reads, or documentaries he's watched. sometimes he'll throw a word out there that you don't know, but he's very willing to explain what it means. he's brief and precise whenever he elaborates the information, and he'll offer to let you read/watch the materials too. you'd definitely sit down and read/watch it (even if it doesn't particularly interest you, but you know kai enjoys it).

imagine the two of you getting into stuff to do together like reading theory (you wouldn't stop jokingly spamming links to the communist manifesto and industrial society and its future at three a.m. in the morning—but then you both dipped in émile durkheim and kai was immediately enthralled). or doing something like learning animal taxonomy (you wouldn't stop calling the centipedes little lovers). or something simple like drinking coffee (or whatever you'd prefer at that moment) in public and people watching.

so many little things to pass the time, just brief smiles and witty glances behind coffee steam.

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hana-no-seiiki · 8 months ago

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Idk, I really can't think of anything good. Maybe some jealousy and possessiveness?

Or some fluff? The idea of the two of them being on the roof of some building just-.

But I also find the idea of Reader having a habit of entering into the Batboys' rooms tempting.

Do what you like the most,

YANDERE! DAMIAN WAYNE x CAT VILLAIN READER

“Hey~”

You sang as you laid on your side. The light from the dozens of candles you placed across Damian’s room subtly illuminated your form. Rose petals equally littered the area.

“You.” Damian cursed himself in his head. He was frozen to the ground. The tremble in his voice was something he could only pray for you to ignore.

“Mm, me.” You stuck your tongue out, licking some chocolate off of your fingers. “Welcome back home, Da~mie.”

“How did you get into my room?” Damian tried his best to appear threatening or even disapproving at the very least. Anything to hide his excitement.

“Alfred let me in.” You answered nonchalantly, patting the area in front of you as a beckoning gesture, “The cool old guy, not that little feisty one.”

Damian fought the urge to acquiesce to your whims and stood still. “I saw you. I saw you and Jason together last night.”

“Did you get a good view?” A small part of you felt bad that Damian saw you do the hanky panky with Jason, but it wasn’t your fault the man was so insatiable when it came to you.

“You used to date Dick, you regularly engage in filth with Todd, and Drake won’t stop talking about you it’s so obvious he’s smitten. Damn it, I know even father would let go off his morals for you even if he doesn’t show it. And yet you find the time to do all this. To be with me.” Damian took a step forward, anger finally allowing his nerves to thaw.

“To talk with me.” He took another step and another. Reminiscing of your rooftop trysts. The longing looks you two exchange when you fight. The way you made him laugh and smile. The way he felt so normal yet so excited to just be around you.

“To embrace me, to kiss me, to . . . make love to me.”

He remembered your first kiss. The one you two shared when you saved him from a powerful adversary that he admittedly was too distracted by thoughts of you to even fight back with the usual skill and levelheadedness that was drilled into him for almost two decades.

“Do you even love me? Or is it just physical attraction - lust - that you feel?” He stands in front of you and the bed.

You sat up, “Does it matter?” Your hands grabbed his, massaging small circles for a moment or two before you pulled him into your own form.

Damian closed his eyes, reveling in your warmth.

“No.”

It wouldn’t matter, whatever you do or whoever you see

because to him, only you are the one capable of consuming his heart and mind.

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dat-town · 6 months ago

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curiosity kills

never seen circus masterpost

Characters: ringmaster!Ten & female reader

Setting & genre: magical realism au, circus au

Summary: The circus is hungry for lost souls. The ringmaster intends to devour yours.

Warnings: general creepiness of an eerie circus, ambiguous ending, mentions of blood

Words: 2.3k

Title from the idiom ‘curiosity killed the cat’. Inspiration for Ten’s character came from the NCT2018 photo shoot with the black cat.

@restlessmaknae <3

Once upon a time there was an ordinary witch. She wasn't particularly powerful or anything special. But she had a circus. It was a magical place, created from her own life force which somehow started living on its own as it got bigger and busier. She also got stronger due to the magic concentration within its boundaries. Yet, the brighter the circus shone, the more exhausted she was. She needed to recharge, that's why the circus disappeared from time to time only to appear elsewhere.

The witch knew that it couldn't go on forever, that she needed some other kind of life source to feed to the circus instead of hers if she wanted to live without worrying about her creation killing her. She already couldn't stay in the circus for long, not without the place draining her, taking back what was its to begin with. It was her heritage, her source of youth, yet her demise too.

Power was a mean little thing, so corrupting, the more she had, the greedier she got. She wanted the power but she didn't want to pay. At first, she tried to trick people into giving away years off their lives for certain wonders the circus could offer but the place was too proud, it didn't accept such sacrifice, so the witch needed a different approach. After trial and error, she figured out that willingness was the key, for the circus to take, the other party had to voluntarily bind their life to the circus. It was a straightforward deal: within the borders of the circus, the donor didn't get older nor hurt, they were pretty much immortal but the moment they left, they would immediately die. There was one more condition though, a far trickier one, the one most donors failed…

A black cat crossed the road. It slipped between openings of tents, behind curtains, under stalls and went unnoticed by most circus visitors. Not by the employees though since they knew it was no ordinary cat. Not as it dared to cross into the farthest territory of the circus before it ducked under a floaty silk material, straight into the rich, exotically scented tent of the ringmaster.

The young man looked up from where he was lounging and smiled, reaching out for the proud cat, patting its head. The cat nuzzled closer, its fluffy ears tickling his palm.

“Here you are,” he cooed, running his fingers through the soft, black fur. He fixed the moon pendant over its collar before he let the cat slip out of his reach, watching as it walked over to the circus’ map laid over the floor.

It was more of a 3D mock-up or a playhouse out of metal than a map but the ringmaster thought of it as one. He liked to watch over his empire, rearrange details when needed, adding and removing tents or attractions. He watched the cat elegantly slide between cracks of miniature buildings, past the siren’s pool and the fortuneteller’s stand until it reached the poison maker’s tent. The black cat put its paws on the gilded metal roof, claws out, and hissed.

The ringmaster grinned proudly at his familiar.

“Good job, Midnight. Let’s get to work.”

Being ‘just’ an empath meant having a low rank among witches but you never had bigger ambitions. You only ever wanted one thing.

When you had been younger, you had wanted nothing more than to visit the never seen circus, so you had made it your mission to find out as much about it as you could. Nobody really knew how the circus started. It was infamous within the witch community though, so you had heard a lot about it, fascinating stories and awful rumours alike. You had wanted to be able to guess where the circus would go next, who was in charge and what made ordinary people forget whatever happened within its borders. You had been crazy about it. You hadn’t gotten far though. You had always been late to hear about where the circus appeared and your guesses about its master �� Was he a vampire? A demon? A powerful witch? – led you nowhere. So eventually you had given up on it.

And now, years later, here it was, right in front of you when you had the least expected.

After the poison maker was dealt with for thinking he could do business behind his back, using his circus’ reputation, the ringmaster planned to check on the preparations for tomorrow’s show. However, on his way to the main tent, swirling the keys he didn’t even need around his index finger while whistling joyfully, he abruptly stopped. Midnight froze in its spot too and quickly hid behind its owner’s legs, hissing at the cloaked figure emerging from the shadows.

It was a girl of ageless beauty, her pale skin contrasting her dark hood and pitless black eyes, golden pieces of accessories ringing as she moved. The ringmaster might have not met her before but he immediately knew who she was. She radiated the circus’ energy yet something rotten clinged to her too. She wasn’t supposed to be there though, not anymore.

“What are you doing in my circus?” He asked, standing his guard firmly, keeping eye contact, but he realised his mistake the moment the words left his mouth: this place was no more his than hers, the circus needed both of them to go on.

“Your circus? What happened to Nine?” The older witch scoffed and there was irony in her question. The other gritted his teeth. Nine had warned him that one day she would come back. She couldn’t stay away for too long.

“His time ended,” the ringmaster said because it had already been a decade since he took over the responsibility. The circus was now his whether she liked it or not. But what was a decade to someone who lived as long as the circus lived?

“And how long is yours… Ten?” The girl asked, tilting her head, wicked curiosity burning in her eyes. She didn’t seem too surprised by the turn of events, he wasn’t the first among the new circus owners after all. He was the tenth.

The corner of the ringmaster’s mouth twitched in distaste though.

“I won’t make the same mistake,” he claimed. Promised.

“They all say that in the beginning,” the circus’ creator laughed, so cruel and condescending. Like she already knew what would come. Maybe she did. “You are bound to this circus and its rules. Your own little prison.”

“At least I chose my prison,” Ten retorted, because yes, in a way it could be a prison, binding him in place, keeping him within the boundaries but for some, himself included, it was a sanctuary too. It saved him in more ways than just one.

“We all do,” the other witch whispered quietly yet her voice echoed long in the wind even after she simply dissolved into smoke.

You wandered around in the circus in awe. You knew that it would be a once in a lifetime kind of opportunity, so you took everything in and paid attention to the smallest details, so you could tell your family about it. Finally, after so many years you were finally here. You knew you would be forever teased for accidentally stumbling upon it during a visit back in your hometown despite searching for it for years but you didn’t care. Luck was finally on your side and you wouldn’t waste your chance. Now that you were at the circus, you could finally figure out the age old mystery about the owner: who were they?

“Young lady!” Somebody called after you in an urgent voice and you turned around only to see a wrinkled woman draped in a dark robe reaching after you. You pulled away before she could touch you, scared, although the moment you locked eyes with her, you could tell she meant nothing harmful. Being an empath definitely came in handy when you had to assess whether you got yourself into trouble or a bad situation. “You should leave. It’s dangerous for you here.”

You furrowed your brows. The circus didn’t seem dangerous at all, there were even kids giggling only a few feet away. Why would you have been in danger?

“For me? But why?”

“I cannot tell you but you have to trust me. You have to leave until you can,” the old lady insisted and her warning sent shivers down your back. She sounded genuinely concerned. Was she maybe somebody who saw the future? Or someone with a sixth sense?

“Now, now, isn’t it rude to send away our dear guests, Madame Park?” A sweet voice called but there was something sharp in it, something authoritative even though the guy showing up behind the woman was so much younger than her, merely a few years older than you perhaps. There was something peculiar about him though, something that reminded you of the stars glittering on the pitch black sky.

You had to remind yourself not to stare but the guy moved with such elegance in every step and turn of his that it was hard not to. He wore a violet laced black long coat and his dark eyes shone almost as bright as the earrings dangling from his lobes or the rings on his pianist-like fingers. He had a mysterious aura around him like a well-kept secret you couldn’t figure out but excitement bloomed in your chest like a flower when he looked your way. Your breath was caught in your throat when your gazes met.

“Don’t worry about her. She’s just restless now that it’s been a while since anybody died in the circus,” he said casually, waving absentmindedly in the direction where the old lady scurried off.

It was most likely meant to be reassuring but you blinked as a spike of fear registered in you at his words. He must have noticed too as the smile on his sinister lips widened and a lovely chuckle left his mouth.

“I’m just joking,” he added and yet, you couldn’t tell whether he meant it or not. You should have sensed it and yet your power seemed to abandon you at that very moment. Your hesitance must have been obvious as the guy tried his best to make you feel comfortable.

“My name is Ten, I’m the ringmaster. Welcome to the circus,” he put up his hands as if to demonstrate the colourful tents and tedious amount of sweets and specialties this place could offer. Proudly as if he was about to announce the greatest show you would see in your life.

Ah, the ringmaster. It made sense then, why his whole personality felt like a performance. It made you smile though, his greeting. You introduced yourself too, albeit more gingerly but Ten smiled at you nevertheless with something like a promise in the curl of his lips.

“And what would you like to see the most in the circus, dear?” He asked and the endearment in his question made you blush. It almost made you forget about your initial goal. But not quite.

“Oh! I would like to meet the owner. I have been curious about them since I was a child,” you explained, excited, hoping that this handsome stranger can help you on your forgotten quest.

“Have you, now?” Ten’s mouth quirked up in an amused smile and you were too mesmerised by the beauty of it to notice a cat sneaking up on you.

You yelped at the sudden pain and when you looked down, you saw bloodied scratch marks on the back of your hand and an unapologetic black cat in Ten’s arms.

“Ah, sorry. Midnight doesn’t really like new people. He’s a bit territorial, you see,” the ringmaster explained as he patted the cat and slowly lowered it down the ground. “Here, let me,” he held a hand out for yours.

You hesitated only for a moment before letting him touch you and a quiet hiss left your mouth when his thumb grazed against the still bleeding wound. A moment later there was nothing but a few pale scars in its place.

“Thank you,” you whispered in wonder at which the line of Ten’s mouth hardened. Or maybe you just imagined it because right after he was smiling softly again, making your weak heart flutter.

Silly, silly girl, you have no idea what you started. Nobody can get to know the circus owner and get away with it. Not when the circus is selfish and wants them only for itself.

Ten looked at you and knew none of it was a coincidence: the creator’s visit and her reminder, Madame Park’s warning and you showing up right then and there, looking for him. You were supposed to be his Achilles heel. The one who makes him doubt his place in the world. The one who makes him think of the circus as more of a prison than a sanctuary.

Your blood still tainted his fingertips just like how your smile burned into his eyelid but Ten wouldn’t waver. He wouldn’t give in to this mortal weakness. He wouldn’t make the same mistake as his ancestors had done.

He would show you around, show you magic you had never seen and he would tell you all his secrets, all the ugly truth, and then, when you finally fear him, he would sacrifice you on a gilded altar before the sun comes up, so your blood could bath in the morning glow before the circus disappears again.

He wouldn’t let you live.

Not if it cost him.

#series: never seen circus #ten x reader #nct x reader #ten lee x reader #wayv x reader #stories #ofc i had to write a black cat familiar story with my og cat (lover) boy #also villain-ish!ten had been on my to write list for forever

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fandomnerd9602 · 2 months ago

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Hello, can we please have more Sydney Sweeney as Felicia Hardy/ Black Cat?

Felicia: so are you gonna convince me to change my ways, hero?

Y/N: why would I do that? You steal from the rich a-holes and give to the poor.

Felicia: (purrs) surely you want something from me

Y/N: my silence can be bought

Felicia: name your price

Y/N: you, me, pizza and a movie

Felicia: (giggles) we have a deal

#marvel #marvel fluff #marvel imagine #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #sydney sweeney #felicia hardy #black cat #black cat x reader #hero x villain #spider man #felicia hardy x reader #Sydney Sweeney x reader

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jonmcbrine-author · 6 months ago

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Episode 11 is live! Claw into the lore of Catwoman - read now on Kindle Vella! Find this and more stories in the Vella section in the Amazon Kindle app

https://jonmcbrine.com/villains-unveiled

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deadboyfriendd · 1 year ago

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#flea speaks #I’m turning around in a spinning chair and petting a cat like a campy villain #but the cat is a weiner dog #Steve Harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fandom #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington imagine

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bellekawata-san · 5 months ago

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𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 :

EP.01

"— Do you really think I care?! You're still the same!

— Don't try to play the victim! Do you think I enjoy putting up with your face, you damn bastard?!"

The shouts of an argument woke you up, as usual, your parents were fighting about something you didn't care to know. You had long given up on wanting to find out. Pulling your phone off the charger, you checked the time. You had woken up early, as always, with some time before you needed to go to school again.With a mix of anguish and anger, you got out of bed, glancing around the large room obscured by black curtains, allowing only a sliver of light to pass through the fabric.

—"And now I'm the one to blame?! If I could, I would have left this shitty house!! Far away from you!!"

—"Then go! Go away, you selfish piece of crap!"

—"I'm not leaving because of our daughter, you idiot! The only thing keeping me in this mess!!!"

As always, your name was mentioned. You've long since stopped caring. It was always the same; she said she would leave, but never did.After getting dressed, you glanced at the bed and saw Sass emerging from under the covers. Walking slowly over to him, you placed your hand beside the kwami, allowing him to climb on.

"They're fighting again," you commented as you looked at the kwami. Sass began to float and hid in your hair. Grabbing your headphones, you selected a song and turned up the volume before heading towards the argument.

Descending the white hallway and stairs, you walked to the living room, heading towards the dining room. You stepped over a broken vase on the floor that your parents had just thrown.

—"Why don't you just disappear right now, you contemptible little piece of shit!"

—"The only one who should disappear here is you! You fucking whore!"

You walk past your parents in the living room, entering the dining room and immediately sitting down. You observe the quiet butler placing your breakfast of fried eggs and pastries on the table. Taking advantage of your parents being too busy arguing and the butler being away from the room, you sneakily grab a piece of egg and place it on your lap. With sass, you sit quietly and eat while also having your breakfast.

Leaving home, you finally sighed, the ominously reddish sky a constant presence in everyday life. Looking out of the limousine window, you once again wished you were in a better place.

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mylifeinfiction · 1 year ago

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Starter Villain by John Scalzi

SOMETIMES IT'S BETTER NOT TO BE A HUMAN, CHARLIE.

John Scalzi's Starter Villain is a breezy, lighthearted, light-as-a-feather adventure that plays every bit as well as a very funny, effectively plotted Bond spoof as it does a creative, weird love-letter to cats. Seriously, Scalzi and this book absolutely LOVE cats.

Despite suffering a brutal reading slump, this week, I had a lot of fun with this one whenever I was actually able to sit and read it. Scalzi's prose and pacing is lively and readable. The characters are witty without becoming annoying, and the situations our main character finds himself in lend for clever riffing on spy-fiction tropes as well as crazy interactions and unexpected plot turns. And the cats are amazing. But I think the dolphins just might've stolen the show. Seriously, those scenes were all sorts of batshit crazy and hilarious.

However, as I said before, this book is as light-as-a-feather. And while that makes for easy reading, in this case, it also drained much of the urgency and danger from the events unfolding throughout. I had a hard time getting caught up in the events sometimes because I never felt there was any significant risk for our main character. And this was all made significantly worse with the final twist/reveal. It's still a really fun read, but so little being at stake really took a lot of the excitement out of the final act.

7/10

-Timothy Patrick Boyer.

#booklr #starter villain #john scalzi #book review #new books #adventure books #library book #books #reading #fiction #book reviews #readers of tumblr #cats #dolphins

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hana-no-seiiki · 8 months ago

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Ohh I got soooo many ideas, like CV reader got kidnapped by black mask (I think it's red hood nemesis, am not that deep in DC comics but I know the basics) so he could have a deal or take information out of red hood using CV reader. And when Jason found out about it he was pissed but when he got there the bad guys already down because CV reader took them down.

P.s I don't mind if you use this as a reference to make a headcanon or story on contrary i would love to read it, but it's up to you!!

🎧ྀི » [ what a catastrophy ! ] «

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tw/cw: yandere, jason being horny/implied noncon, cat villain! reader being an absolute menace and a whore as always.

pairings: yan! batfam x cat villain/vigilante! reader

note: this happens after conflict between jason and other members of batfam are resolved and at that point cat villain! is more solidly on the cat vigilante! side

“How long is this going to take exactly? I’m about to take an involuntary cat nap with how utterly slow you all are being.”

The Court of Owls were a group of people you’ve absolutely despised on every era you’ve had under your cat mask. Whether it was your wild years as Cat Woman’s protégé or when you were basically assimilated as the Batfam’s shared s/o. You could never bring yourself to like absurdly rich people that well. Much less rich people who do bad things.

For legal and safety reasons, you have to say that the Batfamily are an exception.

You don’t know how on Earth they managed to get their hands on equipment that prevented your powers from working, but it was proving to be quite the annoying conundrum.

“I’m sorry but I’m feline a little too underwhelmed by this whole kidnapping thing. Why don’t we hurry things up a little?”

MEANWHILE . . .

“Where the hell did you take them?!”

Jason slammed Black Mask unto the wall, using the backside of his arm and pressing it against the man’s chest.

The latter’s men took a defensive, alert stance. Ready to pounce on command.

But Black Mask only gestured them to stand down.

“You have to understand, the fact that I even thought of informing you of my deal is a huge risk. I could lose my biggest benefactors.” He replied, calm and polite. In contrast to the harsh kick he deals to his assailant, making Jason back off. “I’m doing you all a favor. I’m doing [Cat Villain Name] a favor.”

“They’re currently on a private island to the south. I can’t give you the exact coordinates but here’s the general location.” He tossed a flashdrive, one swiftly caught and skimmed through by Tim.

“Why are you helping us?” Damian’s mind was already calculating the best way to get rid of everyone in this room. The grip on his katana tightening by the second. He had full faith that you were capable of taking care of yourself, but it did not help with the fear of disappearance whatsoever.

He was sure that the sight of you getting hurt would lead to him going on a rampage.

“Maybe the fact that even with my help, you kids being too late would open their mind and make them come back to our side. They’d finally learn that you’re only as good for them as Batman was to —“ Damian couldn’t stop himself anymore, knocking the man unconscious as the rest of the crew took down his goons with ease. Their worry over your current condition giving them a surprising amount of efficiency as a team.

“It’ll take several hours to even get to those islands much less even find which one . . .” Tim bit his lip. He wasn’t concerned at all. He knows you inside and out. In fact, he already knew where you were exactly. All of this info gathering was just his plan to delay things so that your patience would run out and he’d get front row seats to the carnage you’d inevitably cause. After all, there was something he can always predict when it came to you.

Your unending thirst for fun and chaos.

It took about a week for them to find you. Just about enough time for you to get antsy about not seeing your beloved pets and home.

And plenty of time for you to have your fun, pretending to be hurt, crying out in feigned agony, before you finally took down your prey.

“Red Hood! Come back! We can’t just barge in—“ Dick called out to Jason.

But all Jason could think of was the way you screamed in terror. The footage of your ‘torture’ was something he had nightmares about.

“Kitty! Are you—“ He kicked the door off its hinges, guns ready to fire.

But his sights only landed on a singular breathing being in the middle of a room. Covered in the blood of your victims. Grooming yourself clean.

Each lick sending shivers down his spine.

He sighed in relief. “You really have to stop playing with your food, Kitty.”

His lips envelopes yours as the world disappears from your vision.

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 8 months ago

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when their tsum courts their crush

I write reader as female

Masterlist

♠️ DEUCE SPADE ♠️

i love the fact that tsum tsum deuce is basically delinquent deuce, only smaller and cuddlier

like deuce explains, he’s very aggressive and quick to anger - it has no impulse control and can and will fight (i.e. headbutt/drop itsy bitsy cauldrons on) anyone

like, unlike its human counterpart, it doesn’t even pretend to behave or be seen in a positive light, let alone act like the model student deuce is aiming for

but, like all things, there is an exception - and that, dear prefect, is you

you see, tsum deuce is an absolute terror to everyone - everyone except you

in fact, the second it sees you entering the rose maze (trey had you on speed dial the second tsum deuce appeared - everyone say ‘thank you, trey’) it comes bounding over to you and just leaps into your arms

and it just…stays there, all happy and content

and you just look down at this tiny, happy little angelic bean in your hands whilst every single person in heartslabyul is just gawking at how this demon just did a complete 180 degrees personality flip the second you showed up

human deuce is absolutely red faced and has suddenly become very interested in the grass whilst everyone is just giving him the biggest side eyes

so you, being the kind-hearted, altruistic person you are, just smile at the bean in your hands and cheerfully inform everyone that you wouldn’t mind babysitting tsum deuce until crowley finds a way home

everyone except deuce (and grim) is happy with this development

now human deuce already finds it hard to talk to girls but he especially finds it difficult whenever you’re around because he’s literally got the biggest crush on you and has been dying to confess but is way too shy to

but tsum deuce? tsum deuce has no such inhibitions

it will cuddle and snuggle and nuzzle up to you, rubbing against your cheek as it sits on your shoulder or hands as it rests in your palms

tsum deuce likes to grow big so that it can 1) be carried around in that child hug carry that parents do and 2) sit on your lap like a bond villain cat so that you can stroke its head and body

human deuce is not happy with either of these

like tsum deuce is just basking in your endless affection and endeared giggles whilst deuce is suffering so much that even ace gives him somewhat-sincere consoling pats on the back whenever you’d call the little tsum ‘sweetheart’ or ‘dear’ or ‘poppet’ or ‘darling or ‘angel’ or ‘cutie’ - and the list goes on…

what’s worse is that whenever you’re not looking it gives the most deadliest glare to its counterpart and when you turn around it looks back at you like ♡✧(^ ᴗ ^)✧♡

like deuce knows that he’s supposed to keep his head down and nose clean like a good little honour student but his delinquent switch is wobbly on even the best of days and seeing you be so happily touchy-feely with that smug little rascal really does not help those buried instincts

don’t get him wrong, he’s flustered beyond belief at the sight of you being so affectionate to his lookalike but his annoyance and jealousy take precedence

it all comes to a head when the cheeky bugger decides that its had enough of just receiving your kisses and just full on plants his ‘mouth’ on your lips

it takes everything in deuce to not full on punt it into the sun - especially when you look so flustered as a result, a gorgeous blush spreading across your features as you giggle at the little thing

deuce narrows his eyes - game on

❤️ ACE TRAPPOLA ❤️

@disney when are we getting tsum tsum ace? He’s the only first year to not have a marketable plushie

now ace has no problem with you being affectionate to his tsum

at first

you see ace and his tsum get along very well since they have very similar personalities

the two knaves of hearts just love causing trouble and making mischief together

but being so similar means that at some point they’ve got to clash

and clash they do >:)

when you come strolling in, tsum ace happily greets you and you, having been filled in on the situation (“thank you, Trey”), are more than happy to keep it entertained so you pet it and coddle it and dole out your sweet affection

and, honestly, it was a huge ego boost to see his crush being so sweet with a smaller version of himself

of course, he’s going to be all ace about it and tease you like “why are you so affectionate with mini me? do you have a crush on me or something? don’t worry, i understand - i guess i’m too irresistible even as a tsum” with his signature grin

but then the novelty is very quick to wear off when practically all of your attention is being given to the little bean - especially when he realises that his tsum has just as big as a crush on you as he does, and he’s very quick to act on it

like human ace, tsum ace flirts by peacocking, living off of your praise like it’s the oxygen it breathes

and unlike human ace, tsum ace doesn’t tease you, which kind of gives him a head start

basically tsum ace is an ace who doesn’t hide his insecurities and feelings for you behind a guarded wall of playful teasing and fake carelessness

it would show off by doing card tricks for you, using its own miniature deck it got from seven knows where to do all sorts of tricks - that do genuinely impress you

and with every successful trick you’d clap your hands with stars in your eyes and fondly coo at it

and it would eat all of your praise up – with every flirty behaviour you would enable it with more positive reinforcement, spurring it to get bolder and bolder and ace is absolutely dying next to you

ace has a habit of ruffling your hair so tsum ace likes to sit on your head as you go about your day and everyone can swear they see sparkles surrounding the two of you

(ace doesn’t notice because that’s what you look like to him anyway)

you even gave mini ace the glacé cherry on the iced bun you had for dessert that day, hand-feeding the sweet fruit right into the little tsum’s mouth right in front of Ace’s cherry pie (and no, not even the taste of his favourite food can wash away the bitterness corroding his tongue at the sight of you and his tsum getting all buddy-buddy, not when something so much sweeter is just out of his reach)

quit paying attention to it! doesn’t it have its own y/n to flirt with?!

then, at one point, tsum ace has conjured up a tiny rose and has gifted it to you

“for me,” you smile at the tsum and the tsum nods, happily jumping up and down in front of you, “oh you shouldn’t have.”

you carefully take the rose from the tsum and gently pick the tsum up and place a kiss right on its head

“thank you, tsum ace,” you say, giggling with fondness, “that’s for being such a sweetheart.”

ace’s hand clenches around his magic pen and he swears right then and there that it’s no more mister nice guy – no more hiding behind poorly crafted taunts in fear of what ifs

he’s confessing to you by the end of the day even if it kills him

🦁 LEONA KINGSCHOLAR 🦁

honestly, leona couldn’t care less about the little things that came from the sky - not his circus, not his monkeys

though he was kind of miffed when his dorm thought he had turned into that stubby little thing

he’s surrounded by idiots

he just palmed his own tsum off to ruggie and went off to the botanical gardens to nap

it was during one of his relaxation sessions that he heard your voice, only you were talking to someone

turns out that ‘someone’ was his own tsum that was happily snoozing on your shoulder

apparently the little guy didn’t take kindly to being babysat by ruggie so it literally hunted you down and refused to leave your side

you didn’t see any problem with this

so you just continued on with your day with a tiny version of the big kitty of savanaclaw

please understand that leona is a very jealous and greedy lion - he gets incredibly possessive if stray cats get close to you, let alone when you shower Grim with your affection - and now there’s an equally as greedy mini leona that’s demanding your attention

like it made it clear that it was trying to monopolize your attention, tail swaying in delight as you would pet its head or play with its ears - all things that you’d do with the bigger leona

it would jump up and press its head against your forehead, cheeks and mouth so you would kiss it back with your own lips (and leona just looks at the little judas all betrayed because you’ve never kissed him ever and he’s just so angry and jealous that he doesn’t even tease you about it)

so instead of spending time with him, where he rests his head on your thighs as you weave your fingers through his hair, you’re playing around with the tsum, giving it the affection that was rightfully his

at one point, it was still dozing off so you placed it nice and snug in the breast pocket of your blouse, making Leona’s right eye twitch uncontrollably when he could tell that the little deviant wasn’t even actually sleeping

honestly, he scoffs, faking sleep is the oldest trick in the book - and he knows that because he uses it on you all the time

you even played chess with it, and to leona’s surprise it was actually pretty good, only his slight amusement at watching you lose was tainted by how you were suddenly praising it for being such a good player - he’s good too! praise him!

he had finally reached his limit when his tiny doppelganger used its growing abilities to be large enough for you to wrap your arms around and bury your face into, your lovely features smiling in content as you happily sleep, unaware of the burning jealousy and intense scowl leona is giving the tsum in your embrace, or of the smug satisfaction said tsum is radiating

now leona is a man of strategy, of patiently waiting until it’s the right time to pounce, so for now he’ll just settle at baring his fangs at the little runt - he’s spent his entire life being second best (both to his brother, his nephew, that damned lizard), there is no way he’s going to be outshone by a furball that has no idea of the hierarchy of the food chain here. you’re the one thing in his life that he refuses to have taken away, even if it is by himself

and when you wake up?

you better be prepared

💙 IDIA SHROUD 💙

tsum tsum idia is such a sweetheart

while it does have idia’s social anxiety, he does hang around with you through the halls though by ‘hang around’ he’s usually buried in your pockets

tsum idia doesn’t have og idia’s fire hair but it does run naturally warm, which makes it the perfect warm pillow for you to snuggle with

idia didn’t have any strong feelings for his tsum. ortho loved it and it made you happy and that was it.

but it soon became a problem when it made you too happy

you see, idia had made a tiny little tablet so that you could play with the tsum whilst he was busy doing one of his own games

and like his counterpart, the tsum was good

too good

so good that you kept on praising it and snuggling with it every time it won

and apparently the tsum was in possession of some preloaded charm stats because it would keep on endearing you by texting you blue heart emojis or cute stickers that would make you coo at it

and watching you be so outwardly affectionate to someone that wasn’t ortho or grim definitely stung inside

even if that someone was a cuter, cuddlier, plush bean version of himself

so he just amped up the volume in his headset to drown out the sounds of your laughter and continued playing as he internally lamented how he was such a boring otaku that even a tsum has better moves than him

when it got late and you were about to leave (much to idia’s disappointment), you stood up only for the tsum to jump onto your shoulder and happily jump in place

“oh,” you giggle, “do you want to come to ramshackle with me?”

the tsum jumped up and down, indicating yes

“alright then,” you smile and turn to idia, “i guess we’ll see yo-”

“no-” he blurted out, the ends of his hair bursting into pink at the sudden silence that envelops the room, “i-i mean, you can stay. here. not here my room here - like here in ignihyde here. we have a spare room. unless you’d like to sleep over here in my room. if you want to that is. you don’t have to if you don’t want to infactyoucanforgetievensaidanythingohmysevenwhydidihavetoopenmymouth-”

“it’s okay, idia, i understand,” you say, “looks like we’re having a sleepover!”

maybe he should be a bit braver more often

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