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This might be the worst fucking thing I made this month
I hate myself
#shitpost#blue lock#bllk#blue lock fanart#idk#isagi yoichi#guys he's not actually a furry it's just a joke#after gone for a while cause I ran out of idea. I ended up made this shit#school caught me again so#buldak ramyeon destroyed my asshole
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kinda high key need someone to convince me im not stupid or a burden tbh
#i. dont know how to feel rn#i enjoy spending time with my friends. but this new guy in our group feels like he has something against me#its been like this for a few weeks. he keeps talking to me like im stupid and today i not only got my personal space invaded against my will#but also i was literally told to 'shut the fuck up' about a simple furry joke that i wasnt even the only one making#also apparently im the only one he wants to initiate pvp against in character so like#idk man. i dont wanna talk about this with our dm yet cause it might just be cause hes new to our group and technically the only one#outside of our initial friend circle. and also the dms friend. but also like? i feel so shitty about this for the third week in a row now#theres so many factors to this that idk if im just overly sensitive or if hes actually being mean to me but.. it sure feels like it#is it cause im (assumed to be) the only girl in the group? that im deemed as stupid and dumb? or does he legitimately not like me#am i assumed that im just here cause im the dms sibling and not cause these are my friends and i helped to put this group together?#idk. i just feel like shit. really the only thing missing from this is me getting called a bitch (in which case. if it happens. im walking)#but just.. i dunno. would like to feel less like trash if possible please :')#night is an absolute mess on main
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Pt III good omens but i STILL SOMEHOW haven't watched it (and i'm increasingly passive aggressive)
i'm now basically held hostage adopted as mascot by this fandom. it's fine i'm fine *SIGNALS FOR HELP DESPERATELY*
Alright fuckers I swear this time I'm going to get some shit right. Without further ado, here's my third attempt at a good omens summary:
Everything everywhere is queer all at once
Angel Aziraphale and demon Crowley on earth likey each other
The car is a bentley and it is BLACK not silver and everyone is very upset about this. my bad yall it was reflecting light therefore i guessed more silver than black but I'm not Anish Kapoor take your black.
Then it is yellow, and aziraphale likes it. crowley preferred the black because he's a flamboyant emo.
God is a deadbeat absentee parent and you are all children of divorce.
There's a naked archangel and they cause problems for the husbands somehow. By being naked? By being an archangel? By being at their doorstep? Who knows not me
They were actually married for 6000 years, they just are the last to know about it.
Crowley is on fire. Like, he's slaying for sure, but also he is literally on fire, like Aziraphale's bookstore.
The actors like I said before are Michael Sheen and David Tennant but this is the place where I finally admit that I don't actually know who is whom. I'm going to assume Michael is Aziraphale because Michael sounds angel-y and David is Crowley because uh Michaelangelo made David and was gay for him.
Terry Pratchett is not fictional.
He co-wrote the book with @neil-gaiman, who IS fictional, because he does not have social media. Several of you have assured me that he is in fact a fandom inside joke. I like to think he would be proud of me.
They adopt a preteen and Crowley gives him bad advice.
At some point a baby was delivered to someone and was exchanged for the son of Satan. Idk if the baby is the preteen, or the son of satan is the preteen, or neither. This could be a fanfic, I have no way of differentiating the fanfic from canon on tumblr, except that the canon is weirder.
Crowley does not go down a chute. He goes down a telephone cord after making himself microscopic to pole dance on a pin with shroom-induced backgrounds.
During this his stage name is Disco Tony. Get it king go slay you're making better life choices than I am tbh.
Aziraphale is a biblically accurate angel, and you have all gone to extensive lengths to prove this to me. I understood nothing, but there you go.
It's all very queer, just like the fandom.
Crowley is a retired demon but he still sins by breaking the speed limit.
They eat at fancy restaurants and bicker but like in a sexual undercurrent way.
Crowley gives Aziraphale a private dance that is not a lap dance, it is an apology dance, but not in a kinky way, until it is.
Their haircuts keep changing and range from 'this is acceptable and gay' to 'i let a drunk chimpanzee take gardening shears and a blowtorch to my hair'
It's all ineffably queer my good fellows
Everyone keeps trying to convince me Neil Gaiman is the villain yeah no guys I know it's really you. Y'all be like 'SEASON TWO BROKE ME' and then you're making headcanons to make it sadder yeah I see you mmhm.
There is a final fifteen. It is sad. What is it? No one told me.
The demon turns goats into crows and the angel turns them back and then children are turned into newts (does the angel turn them back? who cares not yall) and the demon was the snake in the Eden garden and everyone's furry game seems to be on point.
There are a rather lot of children. I have not seen them. But I am assured they are there. They are, guys. I assume they were turned into the alcohol Aziraphale and Crowley drink or something.
There was an apocalypse plotline. It was averted. It is not important. You don't talk about plotlines in this fandom, no sir.
Crowley doesn't want to go to heaven. Aziraphale is sad.
The kiss is not nice, just like this fandom. It is queer, just like this fandom. It is sad and desperate and masochistic, just like this fandom.
Aziraphale doesn't want to stay back with Crowley. Crowley is sad.
Season 2 ends. Fandom is sad.
Everyone's sanity is hinging on the promise of a happy ending in season 3. Good luck guys.
Y'all better appreciate this. I can't even boast to my mother about this legacy of mine, hey mum your son has been held hostage kidnapped inducted into a cult adopted by a fandom he's not part of look he's winning at life.
#good omens#good omens fandom#ineffably queer#good omens summary#good ineffable omens#aziraphale#crowley#azirafell#aziracrow#azirowley#aziraphel#just tumblr things#masochistic fandom#we could have been us#tell me you said no#angel#demon#unforgivable#wall slam#6000 years of pining#queer#lgbtqia#accurately summarised good omens#reblog at your peril to ruin someone else's life#deadbeat parent#absentee parent#aka god#lot of gay eye contact#ineffable husbands#god's plan doesnt exist??
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Mattheo Riddle Headcanons
Just a few little headcanons I have about my husband, loml, Mattheo Thomas Riddle <3 Sidenote: if you're confused, Tom Riddle is fancasted as the son of Voldemort rather than as voldemort himself, because he is too fit to be a noseless vampire xx
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- his favourite colour is gray. The reason behind this is he used to know this really sweet smoke coloured cat when he was little and he used to play with her, so isnce then he finds the colour relaxing
- him and Theodore Nott have been friends since they were really young. Like 3 or something.
- when he was younger, he found a copy of peter pan in a bin somewhere, picked it up and read it. He knew his father would kill him if he found out he was keeping a muggle book, so he hid it and it became his favourite book after reading
- when he was really young, Bellatrix (his mother) taught him and Tom occlumency, to be able to hide secrets from their father. She thought it was important for them to have some kind of privacy.
- he would be an arctic monkeys fan (yes I am aware they were not formed at the time he was at Hogwarts, but if he was gen z he'd love them.)
- he's a cat person, due to being bitten by a dog when he was little (no he does not have rabies and no he is not a furry) but he has a soft spot for bernese mountain dogs because Theo Nott has one)
- when I say he has only got eyes for you, I mean it. This man would rather gauge his eyes out than look at any other girl, he is so incredibly loyal.
- He believed Rodolphus Lestrange was his father up until he saw Rodolphus yell at Bellatrix when he was 11 about him not being his son. It broke him, as up until then he had been Mattheo Lestrange. From then on, he went by Mattheo Riddle.
- love language is physical touch, always with an arm around your waist, fiddling with your hair, kissing your cheek, forehead, temple, nose, lips, anywhere he can reach.
- possessive, but not in a controlling way. He has a fear of abandonment, so he likes to know that you're still his. Seeing other guys/girls look at you worries him a little, but he can't blame them because you are literally gorgeous. (and tbh, I don't think he's ever gonna have a problem with you looking at someone else, because he's perfection.)
- would give up anything for you, and gave up smoking immediately after starting to like you.
- absolutely in love with you. I cannot stress this enough, but this man is head over heels, for you, and only you.
- has a soft spot for you. When you first met/saw him, you thought he seemed emotionally unavailable (which he was, besides joking with friends tbh) but that changed for you, he was kind, and even vunerable when he asked you out, although still prefers to keep his emotions to himself.
- just a lil thing, but th Riddle family is RICH RICH so he is always buying you gifts even if you insist he shouldn't spend so much on you.
- when I say this guy would get a dog for you, I must make you understand how HUGE this is. He HATES dogs, so this is a huge thing for him. PLEASE APPRECIATE IT!!!
- would get into fights all the time (check out previous one shot No More Fights pleeeease x) over you, for you, and with you. If you got into a fight he'd be at the sidelines cheering you on like the supportive love he is >>>>
- nicknames. Oh my god, he has so many for you, muggle references are a speciality of his for some reason. Boojiboo, Darling, Angel, Princess, baby, and his person favourite: LOVE. Love this, love that, he uses it more than your actual name.
- he has reading glasses. he absolutely hates them, but you think they make him look cute and kinda smart (which he does, picture it, trust me)
- he reads a lot. Back at his house his room is next to their library so he can have easier access to it.
- he loves astrology. He knows all the constellations, the planets, and takes you on stargazing dates
- he smells like pinewood and fire. Just a really relaxing, wintery scent
- He HATES Summer. absolutely loves winter and autumn, but summer is just horrible to him. he hates the heat and bugs mostly, but he also hates the holidays because he's away from you and his friends
- went to a lot of pureblood balls/dances when he was young and is a very good dancer.
- doesn't have the closest relationship with Tom, who is two years older than him (same year as the Weasley twins), but he can go to Tom if he needs help with anything, whether it be homework to planned Arson :)
- he has a gorgeous morning voice. all gravely but still sounds beautiful
- he loves pretending to be asleep infront of you, and deliberately pretends to say your name in his sleep to see you smile when he "wakes up" and you tell him
- he's an early bird other than when he's really tired. If you wake up before him, you're not getting out of bed for hours, he's keeping you right there with him, hugging you tightly to him to prevent your escape. (not that you'd want to)
- if he sees you're nervous, he gives you his hand to fiddle with and you play with his fingers. if it doesn't help, he takes your hands in his and squeezes them gently.
- makes really good pancakes and waffles. He had them first at Theodore's house, and Theo's mum taught him how to make them.
- he's very good with kids, surprisingly. You once managed to snap a photo of him wearing a plastic tiara and now use it as leverage in arguments ;)
- he has big brother energy, and a lot of it. After the battle of Hogwarts, when Delphini was very little, he helped raise her to the best he could with help from Tom, the other Slytherins and Narcissa Malfoy. If you were comfortable with it, Delphini would be really close with you and see you as a big sister/brother/sibling <3 you guys would look after her and raise her to not carry out the events written in the cursed child.
- continuing with big brother stuff, he helps out the first years with homework and stuff when they need it.
- if people aren't listening when he's talking, he doesn't yell, just stops talking
- he's not agressive while drunk, like ever. Infact, total opposite. It. Is. Hilarious. He loosens up entirely. Trying to get you to ballroom dance with him, tripping over his feet. He'll go full on Shakira until you have to drag him out of the room. One time you gave him a hug while drunk but he didn't recognise you so he said "sorry, I have a girlfriend/boyfriend/partner" đ then realised it was you and pulled you back into the hug.
- he loves scary movies, naturally, but he's actually a sucker for a good rom com if it's actually good. I'm not talking boring predictable ones, genuinely good ones.
- if he was gen Z, he would be a huge marvel fan. don't try to convince me otherwise. not collecting merch and stuff, but seeing every movie within the week it comes out.
- before you two started dating he kept listening to Conan Gray (yes I'm a huge Conan fan so may be a little biased and I know conan was not singing then but anywayyyyy) his favourite song was Heather, because he didn't know if you reciprocated his feelings, but when you got together, he gave you his sweater on the third of December. I'm so proud of him.
- he's more of a cooker than a baker to be honest, he'd bake with you, but other than that he'd steer clear of sweet treats.
- he's fluent in French, Spanish and Italian as well as English. He wanted to learn Latin as well when he was younger, but didn't have time so is learning it now.
- he wears converse a lot. don't even argue with me please, I am right. (you can quote me on that to your family if needed guys)
- he loves photography and taking long walks in nature to get photos. If you were comfortable with it, he'd use you as his muse, styling you into his photos and capturing your beauty perfectly.
- DIMPLES
- He can play guitar. Simping.
- loves spicy food, literally obsessed with it.
- his biggest fear is getting the dark mark. he doesn't want anything to do with his father, and only took the name Riddle so as not to be an insult to rodolphus.
- anytime you say "I'm proud of you" he silently pulls you into a hug. he hasn't heard those words enough, so the fact that you have said it just completes him.
- drops anything for you if you need him.
- man child. he needs your attention at least five times a day.
- big spoon. You will never ever be big spoon, it is his role, he has assigned it to himself and is very protective of it.
#mattheo riddle#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle x you#mattheo riddle fluff#slytherin boys fluff#slytherin boys headcanons#slytherin boys#slytherins#slytherin#mattheo riddle headcanon
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Day fifteen of âobligatory sugar baby Konâ behind the cut. tw: mentions of past grooming/abuse; mentions of homophobia. prev: (( chrono || non-chrono ))
âNaw, naw, it was his name-name,â he says with another laugh. âDude swore up and down it was Greek. And then Iâm pretty sure he specifically went out of his way to find a âLeanderâ to date just so he could validate that shit, because he absolutely did in fact date a super-ripped alien named Leander.âÂ
Tim pauses again, and isnât sure if . . .Â
Just something about the tone Kon was using and the look in the back of his eyes is sticking in his head a little, maybe. And he does in fact want to know if this guy at least is a valid source of intel in regards to anyone he might need to put on his supervillain hit list, so . . .Â
âBut he was cool?â he asks carefully.Â
âUmâyeah,â Kon says, tearing up the last bite of his sandwich stack a little restlessly and watching himself do it more than making eye contact. Tim represses a frown. âJust, umâI wasnât into him or anything, for the record, just he was, like . . . I kinda didnât really know anybody else who was, likeâwho liked guys or whatever, before him. I mean, likeâother guys who liked guys, I mean. And I didnât know why I feltâlike, how I felt about that. And then, like, not everybody was actually cool with him liking guys, and it was just kinda like . . .âÂ
He shrugs a little, then glances back at him. Tim stomps on so many invasive questions, and wonders again if Tim Drake is, likeâan experiment, or if Kon has dated other guys before. Or at least liked other guys, anyway. He already said he hadnât really done anything with any, and he said he wasnât into this guy, but . . .Â
âI didnât even ever tell him I was, you knowâlikeââ Kon shrugs again, then takes another grilled cheese off the stack and starts ripping bites off it too. âLike, whatever I am. Did not actually know that I was that at the time, admittedly, but then Tuftan put a collar on me and not remotely unclearly kept me as his pet and I had some memory problems goinâ at the time, and anyway I woke up to some real interesting, uh, realizations or whatever after that one.âÂ
â. . . Iâm sorry, I know this is a serious conversation and youâre telling me something important, but did you just tell me that your gay awakening was a tiger-king who was keeping you as a pet?â Tim asks, trying not to laugh because, like, clearly Kon is being serious, but oh god, what are their actual lives? What is Konâs actual life?Â
âI mean, technically he was still the prince then,â Kon mutters under his breath, flushing in embarrassment with a sheepish laugh and half-hiding his face with the hand not currently full of incredibly-cheap-but-still-calorie-packed grilled cheese. âListen, he was just real nice to me while I was all fucked-up and freaked-out about a whole lot of shit, okay, and I swear to god, babe, if you make one single furry joke I will actually go throw myself in a volcano and die, so please have mercy?âÂ
âI am the most merciful guy you know,â Tim lies, and feels a weird sort ofâjust a weird feeling, kind of, because Kon would never ask Robin something like that. Heâd just get irritated or pissed off or defensive. He wouldnât justâask, and think there was any chance heâd actually agree not to do something like that. âWonât hear a word about it out of me.âÂ
Though heâs not gonna pretend that the fact that Kon apparently had a crush on a guy who was effectively taking care of everything he needed in life isnât a good sign for his cul-de-sac plans.Â
Maybe Konâs just more into castles. Tim could get him a castle. Get one built or just import one, he doesnât know.Â
âUhâthanks,â Kon says, still looking sheepish even as he smiles at him again. âLook, literally not even my fault, alright, if youâd met the dude youâd know. He is literally the tiger from Zootopia who would treat you right, okay? Like, I watched that movie and was like âhuh okay this is a mortifyingly familiar experienceâ the frigginâ moment that scene came on.âÂ
Tim briefly remembers a couple of tiger-themed memes that he remembers seeing around the time that movie dropped, then decides not to go down that rabbit hole or learn anything new about himself today. Likeânot anything else new, anyway.
He has maybe learned a few too many new things about himself lately, admittedly.Â
Or, uh . . . definitely, yeah.Â
#timkon#tim drake#kon el#conner kent#dc robin#superboy#wip: obligatory sugar baby kon#grooming mention#abuse mention#homophobia mention
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Cozy [Hanemiya Kazutora x Reader]
Pairing: Hanemiya Kazutora x GN!Reader Word Count: ~800 [Ao3 Link]
Summary: Your boyfriend has a new outfit; inspired by a puzzreve tora costume
Warnings: No gendered pronouns or terms for reader, established relationship, excessive snuggling, reader and tora are clingy4clingy, chifuyu is suffering
Notes: Inspired by this tora outfit, something quick written bc I really want to cuddle him <3
âWhat are you wearing?â
Kazutora startles from where he is lounging on the couch, nearly slipping off of it before he catches himself. âYouâre home early!â He gives you a boyish smile, full of teeth.
Heâs past the stage in your relationship where he tries to act âcoolâ around you, so now youâre constantly hit with the full, clingy force of his genuine affection. (And as much as you like to tease him for once acting all nonchalant and aloof, you were well aware of his past, and the trust he had in you now to be so candid. And you cherished that trust every day, doing your best to give him the affection he craved, even when it was only by silently leaning into his embrace.)
âYou still havenât answered my question, baby,â you say.
He looks down at himself, as if he could have possible forgotten what he was wearing. âOh, this? I lost a bet. Now I have to wear this all day.â Kazutora stands up, with all the grace of a tired housecat, to reveal the full outfit.
He is dressed in an oversized, fuzzy tiger onesie, a kigurumi. The hood is adorned with large, furry black ears, and you catch sight of a fabric tail hanging limply behind him. There are even paw-shaped pockets stitched to the front, designed so that if Tora shoves his hands into them, it will look like his hands were furry tiger feet. Even the zipper in the front was shaped like a catâs paw. Overall, the costume has done an incredible job at turning your lanky boyfriend into something emulating the shape and fluffiness of a plushie.
âLost against Baji, and he had Mitsuya make this for me,â Kazutora continues, before giving a little spin, causing the tail to fly out behind him. âJokes on them, cause I kinda like it actually. Itâs comfy. And itâs a tiger!â
You step forward, until you can wrap your arms around him. Heâs exactly as snuggly as he looks; the onesie gives him an extra layer of softness that you melt into. You cling closer to Kazutora, shoving your head into the hood with his, nuzzling between the plush fabric and your boyfriendâs warm neck. You let out a deep sigh, all the worries and struggles of the day evaporating as Tora wraps his arms around you and pulls you even deeper into the embrace.
You lose track of how long the two of you stand there, holding each other. Youâve started to unconsciously press gentle kisses to Kazutoraâs tattoo, and he tilts his head to give you more access, earring jingling with his movement.
âDo you like it?â he murmurs.
âYup. âS cozy,â you whisper. âWant to stay like this forever.â
He giggles, bright and airy. âYouâre so cute.â
You give his neck a light nip, causing him to yelp. âSays the boy who looks like a stuffed animal.â
âI feel like a stuffed animal,â he agrees. âItâs comfy in here. Feels like Iâm wrapped in clouds and rainbows and fluffy kittens anâ shit.â
Kazutora pauses.
Then, he states, âI just had the best idea.â
âOh no,â you say, on instinct.
âHey! Whatâs that supposed to mean?â
âNothing, sweetheart,â you soothe, âWhatâs your idea?â
âWellââ
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Chifuyu lets out a heavy sigh once he walks into the living room.
âWhy do you guys have to be like this. In a public space.â
You and Kazutora stick your tongues out at him, in unison. âItâs not public. Itâs our apartment,â Tora protests.
By âlike thisâ, Chifuyu is referring to Kazutoraâs brilliant idea: apparently, the onesie was just baggy enough for you to be able to slip inside of it with him. Now, the two of you were lying on the couch together, snuggled into the same onesie like two content garter snakes wrapped around each other, both of your heads poking out into the oversized hood. You had to admit, as stupid as it feels, youâve never felt as warm and snug.
Chifuyu does not find it as wonderful as you and your boyfriend do, according to his wrinkled nose and judgmental stare. âWe need to update the apartment rules, then.â
âHeâs just mad cause heâs not getting laid,â whispers Kazutora. Loudly.
Chifuyuâs reaction is to throw a pillow at the both of you. It collides with a thump, causing you and your boyfriend to let out harmonious squawks. âYou weirdos deserve each other!â he hisses, before stomping off to his room.
âAww, that was sweet of him. We do deserve each other, Tora,â you coo, before pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose.
Kazutora tilts his head so he can catch you in a proper kiss. You can feel him smiling against your lips. âWell, I sure hope so.â
#tokyo revengers x reader#tokrev x reader#tokrev fluff#hanemiya kazutora x reader#kazutora hanemiya x reader#kazutora x reader#kazutora fluff#tokyo revengers#hanemiya kazutora#reader insert#gender neutral reader#romy can write
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omggg hope you had a great birthday!! do u mind writing a remus x reader who realize thereâs smth more than friends between them, thank youuu
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remus lupin x reader
a/n: gn!reader truly idk how this escaped me. me writing for my long lost husband in the year of our lord 2024?? this was so fun it felt like reuniting with an ex anyways fluff incoming
wc: don't... look at me... 1.3k
âSo?â
âSo what, Prongs?â Remus huffs, flipping through a textbook. Merlin knows why he even tries to study in the common room with the boys when all they do is badger him about nonsense.
âSo are you and your little friend, wellâŠmore than friends? You two are attached at the hip, so whereâd the little one run off to?â James teases, whacking his best mate with a throw pillow, âGet tired of you moaning and groaning about prefect duties?â
Well, thatâsâŠyouâre definitely not nonsense.
Remus blinks, brushing his hair away from his face and glaring at James before elbowing him straight in the gut. Tosser he is, acting like he knows anything about you or relationships in general when heâs been pining after Lily for years now.
You two are just friends.
Sirius lets out a loud laugh from his place at Remusâ feet. Heâs leaning against the arm of the sofa, looking up at the sandy-haired boy with a cock-eyed grin, âIf they were more than friends, Moonyâs moaning and groaning would be appreciated and reciprocated, donât you think?â
Peter snickers from the loveseat across the table. It doesnât help with Remusâ mood, so he buries his head deeper into the boring History of Magic text, grumbling, âDonât be crass. Just friends, is all. Donât look too hard into it or youâll melt whatâs left of your brains.â
The three instigators look at each other, before looking back at their best friend. Just friends, he says. Sure, Remusâs the nicest guy aroundâa prefect even; the one that people count on to be the most morally sound out of all of them, the guy that people borrow notes from, politely laughs at jokes and makes people feel included in conversations. Sure, friendsâthey can believe that! Everyone wants to be Moonyâs friend. But itâs the way theyâve seen him treat you that stands out.
Remus usually lags behind them now, breaking apart their formation in the halls (and yes, Sirius likes to be at the front of the diamond), pushing Peter up so he can wait for you after class. Also, anyone that could distract him from taking notes in Arithmancy is surely a force to be reckoned with (and a threat to Peterâs grades). Heâs even gone as far as sidling up next to you during Potions and breaking their age-old rotation of picking partners since their first year (which left James with a botched Aging Potion, and Lily laughing at him as he limped out of class with graying hair and a hunchback).
So things were different nowadays, but one thing is for sure: Remus Lupinâs favorite game is being in denial.
âMaybe your friend knows about your furry little problem, Moons. Surely you really donât think youâre gonna get any studying done with us?â James chuckles, before pushing his glasses up to clearly see the blush blossoming on Remusâs cheeks. Though it might also be anger, he couldnât really tellâtheyâve never seen him like this, ever; so blatantly obvious with how he feels about you even though heâd never admit it. It was quite refreshing to remember that Remus is still a normal teenage boy.
âYouâre right, Prongs,â he huffs.
âI am?â
âI donât know why I even bothered to try and study with you lot if all of you are too focused on me instead of studying!â Remus is shoving his books into his knapsack as the boys continue to rib at him to get him to stay. This essay isnât going to write itself.
âJust playing, Moons!â
âYeah mate, if you need an actual study date we know thatâs not us, just hang around!â
Remus sighs as heâs looking at his friends' shit-eating grins as they go around him showing each other the map and pointing at something.
âWhat now?â
Thereâs a knock at the portrait, and the Fat Ladyâs shrill voice could be heard from where they were sitting. Peter jumps up, sticking his face over the enchanted parchment as he giggles a bit like a schoolgirl, âItâs for you. Your friendâs outside.â They all cheer and laugh at Remus shaking his head, slinging his knapsack over his shoulder walking quickly away from them.
When he sees you chatting with the Fat Lady, itâs almost as if heâs in a stupor, studying every inch of your face until your eyes finally meet his and you grin and wave at him.
Just friends, he reminds himself.
âHey Rem! Was gonna ask if you wanted to go to the library together?â
Your voice is a treat in itself, he thinksâthe lilt and manner of it so sweet and rich it almost reminds him of his favorite chocolate.
Good thing he has a sweet tooth.
Walking down the hallway together your hand bumps into his several times in passing, fingers ghosting against each other as if they were dancing, too close and then too far. Friends can hold hands right? Remusâs heart flutters as he thinks of the possibility like solving an Arithmancy problem. He supposes the boys and him donât necessarily hold hands, but he imagines holding yours would be way nicer.
Is he sweating?
His palms are sweaty, forget it, and youâre just friends! Youâre telling him about your day like you both havenât seen each other in years, but he even sat by you at lunch earlier, much to the rest of the Maraudersâ surprise. Though Remus supposes you could even make Divination sound interestingâmaybe even make him look in the stupid tea leaves to see if youâre in his future, furry little problem and all. He realizes heâs been staring a second too long, bumping into you lightly as you stop in front of the library.
âHaha, you okay? Youâre quiet today, Rem. Something on your mind?â
A lot about you, apparently, thanks to his meddling friends.
Remus scratches the nape of his neck as he grimaces, cheeks reddening again and instead of a response, he opens the door for you and puts his finger to his mouth as if to say âShhhhâŠ.â before Madam Pince starts a fit at either of you. That, or him actually having to say how he feels.
How he feels⊠WellâŠshit.
You make a beeline for an open table near the corner, tugging at his wrist like itâs not making his heart beat out of his chest and Remus tries to compose himself, but then you look at him with your pretty fluttering eyelashes and he knows heâs utterly fucked. Pulling out your chair for you, you squeeze his arm in thanks and scooch your chair closer to his.
âRem?â
âHmm?â he responds, a strangled noise crawling up his throat as he coughs slightly, his arm landing on the back of your chair before he panics then realizes heâd look like an arse for pulling away.
Not that he wants to.
âHow did you know?â
His heart genuinely stops. Thereâs no way youâve caught on that quicklyâespecially not with him just realizing how he feels about you, his friend that he wants to be more and there is nothing casual about what he wants to dâ
âHowâd you know I was at the common room? You walked out just as I was about to walk in, I thought it was kinda funny,â you giggle, brushing your hair behind your ear and he takes a deep breath.
Youâre just friends. But he definitely wants to be more.
âThe boys told me it was you,â Remus says, chewing on his lip, âApparently they had a feeling.â
And now, so does he.
Whatâs worse is that Remus hates admitting when theyâre right (which is rare enough in itself, heâll never hear the end of it from their inflated egos).
Whatâs worst of all is that for the first time in his Hogwarts career, Remus Lupin ends up submitting an essay late.
#jo's 23rd birthday bash âïœĄÂ°â©#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x gn!reader#marauders x reader#marauders imagine#for my gn babies (ă„ ââżâ )ă„#made by ma1dita â„ïž#remus lupin fluff#marauders era
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lucifer x husk is something i never knew i needed and as a multishipper im screaming
literally. king of hell x some alcoholic furry guy
i love them i need to know how they wouldve met, fallen for each other and started dating. and how much thatd piss alastor off
Ooh I am so happy other people are enjoying this pair as much as I am! I've gotten a few asks about my headcanons for them, and I am happy to blab on and on. Fair warning. This is gunna be a long and rambling essay.
I'm gunna put it all under a readmore, just cause I want to insert the art I've done of them so far, since I've been half-heartedly trying to tell a visual story through the doodles.
Okay. On we go!
How they met;
We did see them technically meet in the show, where they shared their singular canon piece of dialogue, which was just Husk saying 'hey'. And then in the finale where we see a literal split second moment of Lucifer holding Husk's arm.
(also seeing the sweet looks huskerdust is giving each other here just makes me feel so delulu for writing this all, but crackships are silly by definition, so lets get back to the lucihusk) For me, what I imagined, is after the Hotel is finished its rebuilding, that is when Husk and Lucifer finally actually meet in a proper manner. I think Lucifer would be trying to make a good impression on all Charlie's friends at this point, endeared to all of them from their actions during the finale. Unfortunately, I think he is also the King of Bad First Impressions.
[Note. I think at this point Lucifer wouldn't even remember Husk's name quite yet. I think he would call him 'Keekee' ( by accident) or 'Dusk' (confidently incorrect) or just be like "Hey!.... Uh... You?" until Charlie or Vaggie finally corrected him. ]
Husk, on the other hand, I feel like maybe wouldn't gel with Lucifer right away. Wouldn't hate him, but also maybe not be enamored with him right away. Same as Lucifer, maybe he would have sweetened on him a bit through the hotel's rebuilding, but I think they'd start out at very neutral feelings. Maybe a vague sense of 'He's okay, but I don't know if we will really get along.'
Despite this, Lucifer is persistent, and he's going to be everyone's (except maybe Al, unless they start getting along by s2) buddy. He'd start hanging around the bar and participate in the redemption exercises.
Now, we know Lucifer struggles with depression, and I think he would be trying real hard to mask anything going on during this time. They defeated Adam! They rebuilt the Hotel! He believes in Charlie's dream, and he's more involved with her life and other people than he has been for years.
His only issue being Husk sees right through it, both because Husk is perceptive, but also because even the King of Hell can't help but have a lonely night or two at the bar where he ends up venting about his divorce and subsequent lingering loneliness.
[snapcube ref aside, )I really do think Husk would start to feel more positively toward Lucifer after Luci would drop the act somewhat. That they could bond over feeling both at their lowest of lows, while also being to admit that things seem to be getting better!
This would be about the point that I imagine Lucifer developing more romantic feelings! Husk would be a bit less prickly, and Luci would just absolutely eat up any and all positive interactions they'd have. I like to picture a lot of little shows of care at the this point, like Husk memorizing what Lucifer likes and even making up 'fun' drinks just to try and cheer the guy up. And Lucifer would fun a fun game in trying to get the grumpy cat to smile, and just, lighting up himself any time he was successful.
And that culminating into the two of them making each other laugh, with Alastor being an easy butt of the jokes, and a good way for Husk, himself, to finally get a chance to vent. I think Lucifer would be one of the only 'safe' options for Husk to do that with, in just so far as Al can't really threaten Lucifer, and Lucifer already sees Al as a bit of a manipulative bastard.
Falling for each other; At this point, Lucifer would start being a bit more caring toward Husk, though with that wonderful, oblivious flair of his. I don't think Lucifer himself would realize he'd have a crush up until he'd start feeling protective or jealous over Husk, and it would really throw him for a loop at first.
Because fake dating is one of my all-time favorite tropes, I have always had a idea for a fanfic (or comic) that I haven't gotten around to yet, based around Lilith coming back, and Lucifer panickily asking Husk to pretend to be his boyfriend, so he can appear well adjusted/completely over her. Of course the whole thing would backfire, as Lilith would see through it (as Lucifer wouldn't be as good of an actor as he'd think), and that Husk would end up kind of feeling hurt by the whole thing.
Husk, who'd go along with the plot with an eyeroll, would find himself seizing up through the whole fake date/encounter. Would find weird, sudden emotions bubbling up and absolutely hating it.
I don't think that man would think about the class difference between him and Lucifer up until someone would say something about it, maybe Lucifer himself trying to rationalize the (at this time still fake) relationship to Lilith. Now, Husk feels uneasy about the whole thing and ends up drinking heavily the whole night so he doesn't have to think about feelings. (Blitz and Stolas who? Ahaha. fuck.) Meanwhile, while the date would be fake, I think Lucifer would really rather like having Husk on his arm and feeling like he'd have a love-life again, while also not really getting why Husk's mood would be getting worse throughout the night. I think they'd still end up on good terms, but both of them would have their feelings in a jumble, and Husk would not like it. (he thinks he's lost the ability to love, after all)
I think somewhere at this point, as they are starting to develop feelings for one another, is when Lucifer finally starts really realizing how tied to Alastor Husk is, and he starts to make it everyone's problem. I do think Al and Lucifer would stay snarky at each other this whole time, but that it'd only get worse, as Al would poke back since he'd find Lu's over reactions funny.
I also think Al would be maybe the last person to realize anything romantic would be brewing between Lucifer and Husk, and he'd just think it'd be a purely platonic thing.
Beyond just bitching about Alastor, Lucifer would really be ramping up his attention towards Husk too. Fully in that 'puppylove/crush' stage, and trying his darndest to make Husk feel good and special. Husk would be resistant to it all, thinking it would just be Lucifer rebounding hard, and not wanting to get wrapped up in Morningstar family drama when he could happily (miserably) keep his head down and just keep drinking the days away.
But then Lucifer would find out about Husk's love of stage magic, and his history as a performer, and it'd be all over for the catman. It would become Luci's new pet project to rope Husk into some joyful self-expression, and after a song and dance number's worth of convincing, Husk would start to come around. I have to post all these images now cause- I drew them with the intention of mimicking a musical number! Husk starting off as a bit resistant before jumping in whole heartedly, and Lucifer overexcitedly dragging him along throughout the music number, hyping him up and just all around being smitten.
And this is where Husk would start really falling. Getting swept up in indulging his favorite, least destructive hobby, and having someone who absolutely loves it to bond with. Especially when it would be over. When they would just settle down and talk, and laugh, and bond over what they love about performing. The spectacle, the audience, the love of the craft. Its about the comradery!!!
@belladonazeppole wrote a wonderful series of fanfics based off these pictures, as well as the songs from 'The Greatest Showman' that really fit the ship! I would be remiss to not mention them here, because Bella and their fics are just wonderful!
How they started dating;
Now. Don't think just cause they both caught feelings for each other, that they'd immediately admit to it. No. I think both of them would drag their heels. I don't think Husk would admit to them at all, without some outside force effecting it. I think he'd stubbornly try to ignore the crush or drink it away, rather than let his heart become vulnerable to anymore damage.
Meanwhile, Lucifer would be struggling between his feelings for Husk and Lilith. (In the actual canon, I do think they might try to rekindle things, depending on what kind of person Lilith turns out to be, but I digress.) Part of him would be so swept up in a giddy kind of excitement, while the other would be set firmly in the camp of 'this is a bad idea, this won't work out, just look at what happened to your last relationship'. It wouldn't stop him from being outwardly more and more affectionate, but it would be weighing on him.
I do think Lucifer would end up being the one who would be thinking; "What am I doing. He'd never like me back." While Husk would be just sitting there (echoing what was said in the ask- sorry I went all wild and wrote this much about the ship dear god)- "I'm just some fucking furry alcoholic, what the fuck would the king of hell see in me??? Am I delusional? What the fuck is going on??" And I feel like this stage would go on for MONTHS and drive everyone else nuts. It would be clear to everyone (except Alastor, who again, would be just this meme
Though that wouldn't stop him from getting a little pissy about it) And then it would all come to a head during something benign, like a board game night. There would be flirting, there would be jealousy, there would be arguing, and then finally, loudly and with a lot of feeling, Lucifer would shout his way through asking Husk out on a date. A real Date. A capital 'D' date out on the town, dressed to the nines and a real good time. The board would be knocked over in the fray, game pieces raining down upon them while Husk would just stare blank faced, trying to process what just happened. An awkward half-minute would pass before he'd finally, trying to play it cool, shrug out a 'sure'.
How much it'd piss Alastor off;
In the aftermath, a radio static would just lowly grate everyone's ears as Alastor would be slowly coming to terms on how just annoying it would be to have his friend (/Unhealthy co-dependent pet friend possession??) romantically involved (ew) with the King of Hell (double ew)??? Then, either it would be something light hearted like 'he keeps trying to break them up but failing cause he hates interacting with romance' or a darker route where 'he keeps trying to manipulate them into breaking up by preying on all their worst insecurities in the relationship'.
And that, my friend, is all I have in mind so far for this delusional crackship au! There is more I could flesh out, of course, like Angel's role as a friend or potential third in the relationship, or what I imagine as Husk becoming like a stepdad to Charlie, but I've typed enough for the whole month. Hope any of that was coherent! I did not bother to edit or proof read it. Just pure stream of consciousness.
#not art#this is long#like really long#like don't open it unless you want 25 paragraphs about a crackship that like 12 people ship#royalflush#lucihusk
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEO !!!!
all what blud is pondering + yapping bout smh @neo91502 đđ
credits to nxva on the tsmg4 fanart LMAO
this is my bday gift to the blue canine with wings nothing crazy underneath nooooo nope nope nopity nope :) shhhh
and now for my essay speech bc that's becoming my trademark now other than being comic ceo of smg34 apparently LMAO
neo, you already got my lil emotional yap thru dms bout ur "loyal lettuce" role, but ong i'm boutta give another sappy essay for you to use ur big pikmin brain to read: once again, thank you, for wanting to talk to me, hang out with me, and just yap about shared interests. it takes a lot for me to open my shell due to past experiences with folks its hard to even open myself to making friends at times,,, yet never did i expect anyone to know or like EPIC: the musical as much as i did nor even WANT to go forth the idea of a smg4 au for fun. i'll admit i was very nervous being invited to the private dms to yap bout it and a part of me from bad habits wanted to run away, but your understanding and providing ways to help so i didn't feel excluded made me feel so relieved and welcomed. as i already told you, it's been a VERY long time i got to really yap my love for musicals in this way in depth and getting to know even more folks from that outburst {lookin at you knightmare and lore đ} has genuinely made me so much happy. i love musicals in a very deep level and finally getting that opportunity to talk to others just has been the greatest ever /gen /srs.
other than musicals, FINALLY i have met someone who loves isaacwhy too hELLO????? like i've gotten very few people irl to show them clips but none have either really stuck into watching or liking them as much as me. so getting that opportunity to watch LTLVC with you and nova was SO FUN {despite my stream quality was laggy and slow} i enjoyed it so much and finally i can reference the jokes so much BC GOD I USED TO DO THEM SM IRL U HAVE NO IDEA HAHAHAHHAHAH TYUFGHEDCSXYUIGJHEFDC
another big factor was just being so surprised and shock you had a fursona!!! neo!!!! it just made me so happy GENUINELY bringing me back to my furry home adobe and knowing the fact i could draw other's fursonas and even my own and being welcomed about that idea just made me explode /pos. even more when i got to watch you DRAW TOMMY.... like at that point i finally got over my fear and confidently pressed that follow.
you are such an awesome guy neo. you're really fun to yap with and never once had i had any second doubts other than being afraid i would embarrass myself ITYGJHFCDSX i still remember almost vividly the first time we aCTUALLY talked when i was doing thumbnail sketches of my final comic assignment, with the "typer" joke YOU CHOCKED FROM LAUGHTER HAHAHAY89IUTGYFUEHJDSX TO THE NEXT DAY ANDER AND I TALKED BOUT IT AGAIN HAHAHAHA still one of my fav vc's ever. thank you so much for being a fan, joining my server, and joining vc to us being friends. you mean so much to me, thank you for being your silly self, i srsly look forward to yapping to you every day.
and good gOD i will continue that binge on getting into the pikmin lore TRUST..... đđ
BTW, THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO ATTENDED NEO'S BIRTHDAY PARTY EVENT IN THE TSB SERVER !!!! whether it was just for a bit or the whole event, THANK YOU. /gen
i don't plan on doing much birthday vc events unfortunately, but i def wanted to do one {and using neo as a guinea pig once again} since this silly man had impacted me so much i wanted to give him the best bday he could have. even if it got really chaotic several times YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY OH MY FUKIN GOD HAHAHHAHAA and no im not sorry for being absent the first 40 mins my stephen king fixiation is a priority /j
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Manâs Best Friend
Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader
Requested by anonymous
Synopsis: Sam and Dean get you a furry friend, but things donât turn out how they thought.
âIs that what I think it is?â You whispered as though speaking louder would shatter the air, and the sight in front of you with it.
âWell that depends. If you think itâs an Ewok, then no, itâs not. But if you think itâs a puppyâŠâ Dean broke off with a grin when you squealed, cuddling the puppy to your chest.
âI can keep him? Like? For real?â
âWell we figured with the bunker, heâd have a nice home and youâd have some company,â Sam put in.
âThank you thank you thank you!â You squealed, jumping up and hugging both of your brothers.
âAnytime, kiddo,â Dean chuckled.
âAs long as you look after it,â Sam added.
âŠ
You and Hero became inseparable from the day you met. When he was a puppy, you carried the golden retriever around with you everywhere, and as soon as he was big enough, he followed you everywhere.
He slept in your bed at night, cuddled with you on the couch, and sat at your feet in the library.
Your brothers wouldnât have had any problem with your bond had the dog not hated them. Well, hate was a strong word, but Hero wouldnât let them near you. Every time Sam tried to sit next to you in the library, or Dean tried to sit with you on the couch, Hero would growl, even bark, and they were forced to give up their usual spot next to you in order to appease the dog.
âHey kid, can we talk?â Sam stepped towards you, but backed off when Hero started to growl.
âAbout what?â You asked, calming Hero with a gentle pat to the head.
âAbout him,â Dean gestures to the dog, and you frowned, your brows drawing together.
âWhat about him?â
âAre you joking?â Sam scoffed. âHe hates us. I mean, we canât get near you without-â Hero barked, and Sam sighed, gesturing to him. âThat.â
âHeâs just a little protective,â you muttered. âNot exactly unlike you guys.â
âYeah well, can you call the guard dog off?â Dean demanded. âBecause itâs getting ridiculous.â
âI donât know what you want me to do,â you admitted. âHe likes being close to me, and heâs just not used to you guys.â
âOk, well then letâs get him used to us,â Sam suggested.
âIs he really so bad?â You knelt next to Hero, smiling when he licked your face.
In response, Dean took a half step towards you, and Hero responded with a harsh bark.
âI guess thatâs your answer.â
âŠ
âHero!â Your dog came running from Samâs side at the sound of your voice.
âHey, we were making progress,â Sam insisted. Over the past few days, he and Dean had been slowly getting closer to Hero, and Sam was starting to notice that you seemed alarmed at their progress.
âYeah, he just needs food,â you muttered, not meeting Samâs eye as you led Hero to the kitchen.
âIs it just me or has she been acting weird lately?â Dean asked as he stepped to Samâs side.
âOh, definitely weird,â Sam insisted.
âShe doesnât seem too happy with us getting acquainted with her dog,â Dean observed.
âI noticed. Should we talk to her about it?â
âTalk to who about what?â You stepped into the library, Hero in tow.
âNothing,â Dean said. âHey, how about I take Hero out to the park? Maybe heâll like me more if we play some fetch.â
âUmâŠactually I think Iâm gonna give him a bath,â you stepped away from Dean, and he didnât miss the way Heroâs ears perked up, the way they did when he sensed your nervousness.
âAre you ok?â Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Samâs lack of subtlety.
âIâm fine,â the phrase came out almost as a question. âWhy wouldnât I be?â
âWhy donât you want us near the dog?â Dean figured that if Sam was going to be so conspicuous, they might as well just ditch subtlety altogether.
âI never said that,â you muttered, suddenly very focused on your hands as you petted Hero.
âDidnât have to,â Dean insisted. âSo whatâs up?â
At first Dean thought you werenât going to answer, but finally you spoke, keeping your eyes averted.
âHeâs mine.â
âWhat?â
You sighed, kneeling on the ground to be closer to your dog, âLook, this is gonna make me sound like a jerk, but itâs justâŠI-I was worried Hero might like you guys more than me.â You glanced up to meet Deanâs eye for a split second before returning your gaze to Hero.
âHeâs your dog,â Sam insisted, âheâs not gonna-â
âYouâre great with dogs, and-and Dean has thatâŠI donât know, that âIâm in chargeâ attitude that dogs like.â Your arms subconsciously tightened around Hero as you spoke. âI-I thought that if you guys started playing with him moreâŠhe might like you better.â
âHey,â Dean knelt next to you so that he could look you in the eye, and he noticed Hero leaning his body closer to you. âYou raised him, ok? Heâs not gonna forget that.â Dean reached out and gently scratched behind Heroâs ear. âThereâs nothing I could do that would make this dog like me more than you, heâs obsessed with you, I mean look at him.â
You smiled softly as you ran your fingers through Heroâs soft fur, âYeah, I guess.â
âAnd I promise, weâre never gonna try to make that happen,â Sam chimed in, joining his siblings in the floor. âBut if weâre all gonna cohabitate, we need to make sure this guy at least tolerates us.â
You giggled as Hero sniffed Sam suspiciously.
âI understand.â
âBesides,â Dean added, getting to his feet, âThat mutt took my place on the couch, and every once in a while heâs gonna have to share you with us.â
You giggled again, standing at the same time as Sam and looking down at Hero.
âI think maybe I can get him to do that.â
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đ»đ¶ đșđ»đŹđšđł đš đŻđŹđšđčđ». Trafalgar Law x F! Reader
đš a/n: so I recently been to Austria, a country I often visit since it's literally like a dream. (plus, my mom knew she was pregnant with me there, so I was used to come back to Innsbruck as much as I could with her). But in any case I got inspired there to write this little fic, that might -or not- be a multi chapter one if you all like it. The place exists and the scam part, happened to me -kinda, the airbnb existed, but not as it was listed :P- but in any case, please enjoy and don't forget to leave some feedback if you want more~ â tw: a very sfw story, that might evolve into something else if you want me to keep writing about their trip đ â wc: 2.6k
Hijacking for the first time, what could go wrong? Maybe everything, maybe nothing.
A two-month long trip all around Europe has found you on a little village of Austria. Your boots are cold, but luckily they are snow proof ones. Your skin all bumpy, your cheeks irritated. Itâs been snowing all night, and despite the sun rising for now, some clouds in the sky menace with more white blessing to fall upon your shoulders very soon.
Those little mountain streets around the Alps are wonderful, they surround mountains going up and down and in a spiral way. But those are wonderful, as long as you can drive a car with heating. And you donât have one right now.
The crunchy sound of the snow beneath your boots mix with the melody of a glacial river running in between the mountain and the road. It is certainly beautiful, the little rocks and stones being bathed by such pure and cold water, the rests of dry leaves and some moss growing on an everlasting shadow casted by tall, enormous peaks. Â Everything is worth taking a picture, but you should prioritize your battery life this time around. The GPS is sometimes wonky, being that high can affect the service.
Many cars have passed by, but none of them have stopped. Little lorries carrying logs pass, cars completely drenched in dirty snow and that mix of salt that roads have during winters.
However, just when your hopes for finding someone to at least give you a ride to the next village were about to run out, the yellow shine of an old VW ban flashes before your eyes.
There, behind a curve -a very dangerous one if you ever went to the mountains- something smells like smoke and a tall man of white furry hat swears up to the skies.
You walk towards him, carefully. Who knows what is happening? Who knows who that man is capable of? There is one thing you are sure, however, and it is that this man is absolutely mad at his old van.
When peaking behind a dark wooden tree thatâs now covered in spots of white snow, you discover the annoyed man is a young -handsome- one.
His van, a little rusty but still cute, seems to be having problems to keep going and the smoke coming from it shows it very well.
âSir? Sir! Your van is catching fire!â you announce, realizing the smoke is indeed a very serious issue.
The guy of chocolate skin and tattooed hands turns around to look immediately at you and then to the back of the van. Those 70âs vehicles had actually their engines right in the back instead of the front.
And Indeed, you were right. Apparently the climb had been too tough for the poor old VW and its engine couldnât take it any longer.
He quickly opens the back door, maybe searching for a fire extinguisher while you grab fistfuls of snow in an attempt to put down the incipient flames. Quickly enough, and with not many damages to count, the fire stops, and the only thing left is a big black spot on the back of the caravan.
âThank youâ he says, as dry as hopefully your socks. âNo problem. What happened? Did the engine over heat?â you ask, curious despite his âI donât want friendsâ face. âYes; these hills are no joke. This never happened to my Polar, but there is always a first timeâŠâ he sighs, assessing the damage with a sad expression.
Apparently his van has a name; âPolarâ. Thatâs very cute, and his eyes too. A golden shine in them looks even beautiful with the pristine white around. His tattoos do as well. You wonder about his name, and what is he doing on the road, but you are not sure if itâs proper to ask. However, he asks first.
âWhat are you doing here? do you have a car?â he mumbles, his voice is as attractive as he is. His eyes scan the place, but nothing catches his attention.
âNo, I am actually hijacking. No one stopped so I started walking before the sun starts going down. I definitely got scammed; the Airbnb I was supposed to stay in didnât, in fact, exist.
He grunts, almost silently. Apparently he is not happy with what happened to you but thatâs it.
âWell, thatâs so unsafe. I am sorry I canât give you a ride right now. Apparently none of us have been blessed with good luck todayâ he says, walking around his vehicle with long legs covered in spotted jeans.
You nod. Your tongue is aching to ask about him, but you clearly catch the hint⊠he doesnât want you there.
âYep. Well, I wish you luck! I must keep goingâ âSame to you, be carefulâ
He doesnât even look at you, something that makes you -somehow- very sad. In any case, you start walking away. There is no point in staying there⊠even if you have great mechanical skills that could help.
And as you do, you also have a very, very loud consciousness voice screaming at you on how could you leave him with no solution if you know itâŠ
âSir, you should check your water levelâŠâ  you shout, a few meters away from him. The sound of your voice echoes in the huge natural immensity of the Alps and his golden eyes finally fall upon you.
He stops moving for some seconds, lost in you. You, as well, wait for him to say something else. Something like âstay with meâ or âdonât goâ. A total stranger you want to hang up with. A total unknown woman he wants to protect.
âYou know how to fix this?â âI doâŠâ
Or so that was what you thought. Â
No more than a couple of minutes took you to help him out. VW vans are noble machines; they are durable and easy to fix despite their particular design. And soon, as a part of your payment, the man that you learned is called Law and you drove away through intricate roads and huge snowflakes.
âWhere are you going, (Name)-ya?â he asks, handing you an old cover from an old comic, Germa 66.
âI was supposed to stay for a couple of days in Bad Goisern, and then I thought of visiting Salzburg. I am on a long trip through Europe. What about you?â Â you ask, cuddling with the blanket. A certain blessing for your freezing hands.
He nods, checking the breaks before going down the hill.
âI am too. I just graduated medical school and I thought of taking a little vacation before my residency starts. Iâm going to be a surgeon. A cardiac surgeonâ he tells, full of dreams he fails to cover up behind a tough guy expression.
You celebrate his success, and the next couple of hours become a ping pong of questions and answers. A smile on your face that leaves your cheeks hurting accompanies you until the sun hides and the little lights on the mountains start to scatter.
You didnât want to go down in the first village, nor the second, nor the third. Law, didnât want you to go down his van either. You named Salzburg, and he promised you to take you there.
But the night found both of you, and apparently your mechanical skills werenât as good as you thought the would⊠Polar decided to stop, in the middle of nowhere during a dark, very dark winter night.
You close your eyes as the sound of rusty gears fail and Lawâs annoyance grows stronger than ever. When Polar finally loses all of the power, Law manages to agonizingly park on the side of the road and a huge sighs escapes his lips.
You peak through your left eye; his DEATH tattooed fingers squeeze the wheel, and you know he will snap at any moment. But he doesnâtâŠ
âIâm sorry. I thought- I-â you try to give a plausible apologize, even though you had nothing to do with it.
âNo. It is not your fault⊠it is mine- As we didnât stop, I have completely forgotten to fuel Polar upâ Law says, absolutely mortified for such stupid mistake. Apparently you were enough distraction to keep him from the basics of road tripping.
You breath alleviated and try to stop your upcoming laughter. Your grimacing did nothing to hide it, and a big burst of laughter took over the van and everything around.
Law looks at you pissed, but a soft smirk garnishes his lips. You canât stop, perhaps it isnât that funny⊠but you feel so happy right now. And you have no idea why, since you are literally stranded in a very dark wood with temperatures below 0C and snow pooling on top of that van.
âWelp, itâs ok. We should wait until tomorrow, thenâ you say, knowing the risks. âYou- you prefer spending the night in here? arenât you afraid of dying?â he asks, surprised.
âI am, in fact, scared of dying. Thatâs why I know very well I canât walk during a snowstorm in the middle of the night in the Alps. Plus, you are too sweet to be considered a threatâ you joke, searching for some chocolate inside your backpack.
Law narrows his eyes, deepening his frown. Apparently being called âsweetâ and ânot a threatâ is not something he enjoys.
âI could cut you open and took all of your organs out during the nightâ he says, serious as hell. âGo for it. Donât forget to steal my heart, doctorâ you laugh, taking your jacket off.
Law is flabbergasted; he has never confronted someone like you before⊠but he is beginning to like it now.
A bar of chocolate that you had kept in your backpack for too long lays too close to his nose. You shake it, offering its sweetness to him.
He takes it but doesnât eat it. Instead, his hand gets pressed against the window behind you. Law has pinned you against the door of your side. He is not a very muscular man, but he is indeed very tall and lean⊠if he wanted, he could do anything to you.
Your eyes widen, big as the moon. You swallow, thinking maybe walking through the forest might be a safer option.
âL-Law⊠I- didnât mean to-â you tremble, asking yourself where did you put the Victorinox blade you bought in Switzerland⊠it should be enough to defend yourself, right?
You notice his chest is also tattooed as his clothes open just a little. His arms, are too. His scent, despite the danger, smells deliciously temptingâŠ
âDonât trust strangers that easily, (Name)-yaâ he whispers, a few centimetres from your lips. Letting you go after and biting the chocolate bar as if nothing has just happened.
You remain there, frozen up with your eyes widen and your lips softly trembling. He is, in fact, very right. Law is indeed a stranger, after all.
When oxygen finally begins to reach your lungs and brain again, you move and blink the dry eyes away. Silently you sit back, properly. You arenât able to say anything, somehow you have run out of words.
You squeeze the blanket he gave you, covering you as much as you could, making yourself as tiny as possible on that old leather seat.
âAre you ok?â he asks, so nonchalantly.
âYe-yes, Iâm⊠okâ you mumble back, almost sticking yourself to the passenger door. âIs it ok if I go to sleep? Iâm tiredâ
Law nods, confused. Maybe he was just joking around, but it did scare you big time. He goes down the van and opens the back doors. You look at him disappearing in the darkness until a very little glimpse of silver light coming from the moon filters through the doors.
But, soon after, fairy lights illuminate the back allowing you to discover a very cozy space behind the front seats.
âI am glad I installed this independently from the fuel tank. I have a little power generator for the back. Itâs not a hotel bed, but it does the jobâ he says, showing you a precarious mattress covering the entire floor of the vehicle.
You smile softly, it looks cozy and pretty. The walls are full of random posters and maps, and there is even an old picture of a younger Law with three more guys wearing fancy hats with something written in the snow. You take a closer look at it, to discover it says, âPirates of Heartâ and you giggle. What a peculiar gang name.
âLaw, this is really cute. You even have a lot of blankets and cushions!â you chime, easing a little bit.
âMy best friend Bepo decorated it for me, I only helped him with the lightsâ he says, a little embarrassed.
You jump right back, leaving your backpack in the front seat and forgetting everything for the moment. What a reckless lover girl.
âI am going to sleep in the front seat, donât worry. Use as many blankets as you needâ he informs you, closing the back doors and leaving you there. You most probably were to say âno, stay hereâ but you simply couldnât.
After all, this tattooed doctor is a gentleman. Right?
You let yourself rest for a bit on that improvised bed, with your sight blurring while looking at the fairy lights. The scent of the blankets and pillows is the same as him, something you secretly enjoy without even knowing. You catch a glimpse of the reflection of him sitting in the front through the back windows, at how he takes his hat off revealing a dark shade of onyx spiky hair.
For the next half an hour, or maybe less, you both become silent. The only sounds are the huge slaps of snow falling from the sky against the van and the subtle whistle of the wind filtering through the doors.
It is cold, but itâs probably colder in the front as Law is only using his Germa 66 blanket to cover upâŠ
âLaw? Are you awake?â you ask, shyly.
âMh? Yes... why?â he asks back, with not much emotion but a soft tremble on his voice. He is probably cold, very cold.
âI feel bad for you; you must be freezing. There is plenty of room back here, you could sleep here. Itâs ok with meâ you say, taking advantage of not being in front of him.
Law takes a few minutes to move, but he ultimately does. He hops to where you are and sits there crossing his long legs. He is not wearing his black leather boots, so you can see Soraâs socks.
âCool socksâ you say, sitting right in front of him watching his cheeks go blushed. âHere, cover up. You are freezing, docâ
Both of you cover up with heavy blankets and fall into the mattress at the same time, facing each other.
Maybe, it is too strong to deny it. The attraction is natural, and you both canât stop it⊠Exactly like the wind and cold reaching your skins.
âI am still coldâ you mumble.
âI read in one of my books that the best way to keep the warmth of our bodies is to share it⊠skin to skinâ he whispers, unable to take his eyes away from your lips.
âIs that so?â you breathe, coming closer to his embrace, allowing his arms to surround your frame and your hips to join with the otherâs.
His forehead slowly touches yours, the bridge of your noses do as well. Your fingers, playfully but slowly, crawl to the crook of his neck. While his, squeeze your waist with delicate dominance. A leg that snake into the otherâs, crossing, tanglingâŠ
Lips coming closer, so close. Breaths warming up, going faster and bumpy. Hearts that indeed had been stolen, the first kiss of two strangers, meeting for the very first time like two snowflakes join while falling from an endless sky
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#trafalgar law x reader#Trafalgar Law đč F! đđŠđąđ„đŠđł#trafalgar law headcanons#trafalgar law x you#trafalgar law scenarios#trafalgar law#law headcanons#trafalgar law smut#law smut#law one piece#law scenarios#law x reader#trafalgar law x y/n#law x you#law x y/n#law imagine#one piece smut#one piece x reader#one piece x reader smut#heart pirates law#law#one piece x you#op smut#op x reader#op scenario#op imagines#op law#law op#one piece
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i just realized thereâs no way for people to know iâm a âfurryâ on instagram unless you looked at my carrd which means they read this:
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uh oh the cracker conservative snowflakes found me on instagram đ iâm so scared guys đ„șđ„șđ„ș
#i want to rant so much about this okay#first guy: fucking stupid and knows NOTHING about autism#like bro you know the reason why autistics âcanât understand jokesâ is because of tone and context right?#being offensive is just objectively not funny idk what to tell u#common cis man not understanding the fact that HE has pronouns#mr gee or whatever doesnât even know what heâs talking about#if you actually read the comments there are people saying that trans people are disgusting#âdonât be a victim all you lifeâ i didnât even say anything about me i was just commenting on an issue#also how am i supposed to stop being a victim when iâm literally actively am one?? i donât get it#âgrow some thicker skinâ YOU got OFFENDED over something that wasnât even ABOUT YOU????#âagressivly against social normsâ you clearly looked on my account and saw that i was autistic and felt the urge to say that. iâm not going#against anything iâm just not fucking religious to things i donât understand#âown your shitâ i am by#being who i am#donât be prey is so funny like what do you want i just said ONE THING AND YOU FELT AFFECTED#furry plus pronouns is just funny like youâre so fuckinh brain dead dude grow up#also assuming iâm on reddit like bro youâd fucking LOVE reddit#fucking little whinie bitches#srb
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15 Day BL Challenge - DAY 16
We're doing overtime, guys dksjkdjksdjskd
What Show Has Taken You by Surprise This Year?
Have I been disappointed this year? Yeah, sure. But, tbh, this has been a good year, I think. Many series have been pretty good and it seems like we're heading towards a future with more quality, which is always nice, right?
This being said, here are my best surprises this year:
Jack&Joker & Wandee Goodday
Can you believe me? I saw the trailer for Jack&Joker and I was like: "ah... okay, whatever..." WHAT A JOKE, WHAT A MOTHERFUCKING JOKE! sdjskdjskdjkj This turned out to be one of my all-time favourite series, I was hooked on it from the 1st episode. Not a boring time in this universe, not an episode I didn't absolutely love, what a great fucking series! From the satire to the romance to the found family, everything was on point. Truly buzzing for February!
I watched Wandee Goodday bc I thought it could be "cool". BUT WAS IT FUCKING COOL??? NAH, IT WAS COOL AF!!! We need more working gays as opposed to high school or uni gays. Give me adults with established lives. It's so nice to watch a bunch of freaks who know who they are, actually. And still have so much to learn and discover tho! It's also way better to watch ppl in their 30s be single and still figuring it out, like, it's a good reminder your life doesn't end at 29, like they be saying. I had so much fun with this series, I want 20 of these.
HONOURABLE MENTIONS: Mr. Mitsuya's Planned Feeding & Caged Again
Not even gonna lie, I did start watching MMPF bc of Sakai Taisei bc, get this, I knew him from Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger. Yes. This is another tokusatsu to BL pipeline. Can't lie, I mean, I was curious. And boy, was I not disappointed. This series is so cute and heartwarming and actually well-written. My only complaint is that it should've been 2x hornier but that's okay.
PS: Ya boy over here is the creator of Mr. Mitsuya's tag on AO3, so if you wanna check out the only work in it (mine) here's your hyperlink xdkjdkjdksjdk.
Caged Again was probably the biggest surprise bc... Wdym he was a penguin and the other guy was a panther and they both escaped the zoo and are now students at a boarding school and 2 ppl from the zoo are after the human penguin to traffic him with his brother and then they got lost in a forest and older gays tried to help them and now they're being rescued by a spirit all while falling in love and trying to get a hold of the panther's predator instincts??? This is PitBabe 2. This is exactly the same level of brainfuck. And just like I was here for the furry men with a traffic plotline, I'm here for the furry teenagers with a traffic plotline. Nothing changed. dsksjdksjd Curious to see where it's gonna go!
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I love the Headcanon that Sally is the author of the PJO books in universe, and that she published them under the pseudonym "Rick Riordan" so that people can't see it as a story written by a mother about her son trying to exonerate him to the public with a fantasy story. (Which it blatantly is)
And instead the public see's it as this middle aged male author taking one look at this cryptid of a kid who the government still has on a list of active domestic terrorists, and said "Yep, I'm going to fantasify his life to explain all the bullshit going on in it." And fill up the story with actual real people in the kids life, including explanations for certain celebrity children's reappearance (Thalia and Jason) or just very chaotic attitudes (Piper and all the other Celebrity Demi-Gods).
Sally probably has a supply of Mist that she has to order in bulk from Hermes whenever Rick Riordan has to make a book signing or public appearance, and just to really solidify the image that Rick and Sally are 2 different people, she asked Amphitrite or a sea Nymph to come on land and use the Mist to look like her, and they had a public meeting at a book signing.
And now, the best consequence of that? The Demi-Gods don't have to hide a lot of the Demi-God bullshit they say, because they can point at the books and say "oh, we really like the versions of us Rick Wrote, so now we sometimes joke amongst ourselves with Stuff like in the books." And nobody is gonna bat an eye at it. Percy could literally ask "Hey, does anybody want to see me gossip with Shamu?" On his Instagram account, and nobody is gonna give it a second thought.
"The confederate soldiers on my dad's old warship had better tact than you" said Clarisse to the guy who tried to hit on her in a bar during her ASU days, to the confusion of absolutely nobody, they all read the book.
"Yes I have Donkey Horns, Yes I have Donkey Legs, no that does not make me a Furry. Next question, I'm gonna be late for dinner with my Wife, Juniper." Said Grover to the reporters at the grand opening of his Nature preserve organization he founded with Rachel and the various other Satyr's.
And Sally doesn't stop at just the stories involving Percy, she does all the solo stories with Nico too, and you know how she gets all this information? The rest of the Demi-Gods have unofficially hired her as a therapist. And they just come to her and vent about their past and their quests, and she asks for permission to write about it so she can process it.
#pjo hoo toa tsats#pjo hoo toa#pjo hoo#pjo#percy jackson series#percy jackson fandom#percy jackon and the olympians#sally jackson#Sally jackson is Rick Riordan#rick riordan#percy series
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It baffles the mind to me how people will insist Ben Percy's Beast is right and correct and is the natural end version of Hank and that since day one he was always going to end up like that, not just because it implies absolutely nobody has actually read Hank in any pre-Bendis comic ever, but also because Evil Hank as Percy writes him makes everyone look massively incompetent, and I'm not even talking about just X-Force, I mean the entire larger X-Men community.
Emma Frost. World class telepath. Repeatedly is shown to not have that many qualms about digging into people's minds if they're hiding something from her. Confronts Hank at least once directly, and yet did not actually care enough to do anything other than act huffy when confronted with his actions. At most, she was pissed at him ruining her party. You can torture whoever you want, old buddy, but causing an inconvenience at my party? Now I'm mad.
Jean Grey. Even greater telepath. Was on X-Force herself, even, and also does not have many holdups about tearing down people's walls if the needs be. We even see her do just that, but her problem is him keeping things from her, and not the actual content of most of his actions. And after she leaves, she just seems to plug her fingers in her ears and go lalalala? The stuff at the Hellfire Gala, keeping Wolverine as clones, she doesn't care, she's too busy X-Mening.
Wolverine. Epic cool warrior guy who is supposed to be the best there is, whose talents Hank clearly admires enough to clone repeatedly to do his bidding, who is simultaneously a lone wolf and also the guy everyone wants to have on their team, who is the only guy who can see through Hank or whatever. Not competent enough to kill one big blue furry man who has spent the last 5 years at a desk job. That completely alludes him.
Domino has luck based powers that are supposed to help her in any situation, but I guess getting rid of evil blue man is too much to ask. Couldn't even get a bucket propped up under an open door. "He was always like this, he was always evil" she insists, but after learning he's controlling a small nation with plant people at the Hellfire Gala she still busts out the Cha Cha Slide with him on the dance floor.
I guess neither Jean nor Logan bothered to tell Scott his old friend was committing war crimes, because he doesn't seem to know or to give a fuck.
Kitty and Kurt know enough to joke about it, but do they actually confront him? Does anyone care enough to actually try to put a stop to it directly, if they're all seemingly convinced he's beyond help and fundamentally evil? No, they've got other shit going on. No time to care about Hank making a future where he is God-King, we gotta stop Sinister doing that same thing, but I guess when Hank does it, who gives a shit.
Quinten Quire is an omega level telepath who apparently nobody thought to say "hey man, can you use those Phoenix-level abilities to get Beast to stop killing people?". He was too busy giving himself a bigger dick in resurrection protocols, I guess.
I could go on, but point is, I genuinely don't know how you insist that era made so much sense and was the perfect version of Hank and everyone was simply too naive to see that this was who he always was, because it makes everyone look like an incompetent moron! They can't kill one fat blue furry man??? He hasn't done field work in years! And yet that's too much to ask! The only reason he died was because he was in gay love with some fuckass actor from New Jersey. It's deeply embarrassing for everyone involved if that's the reality of things, and I have no idea why you want all of your favourite characters to be incompetent dipshits who think "Wow, isn't Hank evil?" and then refuse to actually do anything about it.
And all this could have been averted if Hank was, you know, Hank. Hank isn't charming and cultured and well-read and funny and polite because he's a good person, those are his innate traits, and as we see with Dark Beast, they can twist in the opposite direction. That would literally be all it would take. I mean a lot of things would still suck, but at the very least, it would make everyone's inability to do anything a little more understandable, and allow things to feel tragic, like that Hank becoming increasingly evil and separated from his ethics is a loss and one we all mourn, instead of the insistence that he was always going to turn out that way.
Emma walks in to try and set things right with Hank, but gets distracted by good conversation and jokes and the same man who treated her as a member of the X-Men when she first joined and not as a heartless monster, who built her piece by piece back together when people were joking that finding out her murderer would be too much work, because everyone wanted her dead. It's hard to connect the evil actions she's heard Hank doing with the kind and charming and personable man in front of her, who matches her intellectually and well and truly respects her, and so she accepts that things are either exaggerated or that Hank will ultimately come back into himself, and that she can trust him not to disrupt her party.
Just a few little moments like that would have gone so far. An evil Hank McCoy is ultimately still Hank, and should still be funny and dropping Aristotle quotes and Shakespeare and being a good friend, because those are not traits exclusively to moral people, and it would make everyone's seeming incompetence a little easier to swallow. It's harder to see the evil actions that Hank is doing for what they are, when he's making you laugh so hard your belly aches or pondering intellectual questions with you, rather than just repeatedly saying "I'M THE BASTARD YOU NEED" before making a torture station in outer space.
There's so many ways this entire arc could have, at the very least, had some intrigue and actual character work to explore, the ways Hank has always used a larger than life persona to deflect and hide, and how that could become increasingly warped if you're dead set on having him be evil, and make the whole thing feel less like a character assassination and more of a tragedy. Hank McCoy becoming evil should hurt. It should feel like a great loss that someone who had been so kind and empathetic and nurturing became increasingly amoral and evil and even sadistic, and all the characters involved should feel that loss, and that even could be why they struggle to actually do anything for so long; they're so loyal to the Hank that once was, they can't see the Hank that is.
But all that is lost when the only character suggesting that something else might be to blame is Colossus, who immediately gets shut down as being ridiculous and silly, and everyone else stands and nods that Hank is really evil now, and isn't that a shame, and maybe he was always like this, but are we actually gonna do anything about it? Nah, we got a party to throw, we gotta get our fancy dresses on.
The entire thing is so unbelievably infuriating, because all it would have taken for someone to actually not even like Hank, but just want to be consistent with prior characterisation and have him be fun. A villainous Hank should ultimately be fun. That's probably the main reason why Dark Beast has endured for so long; he is fun to see and be around. He's a fun character to see on your page. That's what Hank needed. But I guess Sinister was taking that place so instead we got blue Kissinger and it is genuinely such a travesty that this dogshit is celebrated by comic fans who throw up in their mouths if you suggest reading an Avengers comic to broaden their horizons.
#brieuc.txt#hank mccoy#emma frost#Uhhh not gonna tag the other characters I mentioned I'm lazy#ch: oh my stars and garters!
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Dick collects the worst (affectionate) knock-off batmerch clothing he can find.
"I got punched by Batman and all I got was this lousy t-shirt."
"Backup Robin"
"Backup backup Robin"
âBATMANâ but itâs just a picture of a guy with a bat*
âBATMANâ but itâs just a picture of a bat with a smiley face emoji over it
âBATMANâ but itâs stolen furry art of a sexy batsona
âBATMANâ but itâs just the Count from Sesame Street
âI went to Gotham and didnât even see Batmanâ
The Batsignal with âHere Batty Batâ
Sweatpants with âthe butts matchâ over the butt*
Booty shorts with âbatâ on one cheek and âmanâ on the other
âWinging it.â with Nightwingâs logo
Bruce hates them. Dick âhas no shameâ Grayson claims that it wold be insane for a vigilante to wear their own merch so it actually helps their alibi that he does. Most of the other kids are amused (several buy their own).
Then Jason shows up with a âNightwing is a traitorâ shirt from when Gotham was pissed at his move to BlĂŒdhaven. Dick burns it. Jokeâs on Dick, Jason has several versions of that shirt. Even Bruce wears one under a blazer one day.
It makes headlines.
(*these two are fully credited to @mokululeâs genius)
#batfam prompts#I'm sure this has been done before#but#I'm not good enough at humor to pull this off#blathersandbits#how promptous#I guess that's my prompt tag now
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