#i really like this batch of photos

[illiana-mystery]

Him. 🤩

[havzic-figures]

Whatcha find there, buddy? (Beneath Halona Blowhole lookout, lowtide)

[chancheols]

[tojbnuy]

cupcake (1)

mechanic!toji x baker!reader

art by @_jtvll

there was a child grabbing your pant leg. your hands were full to the brim with trays of cupcakes, all freshly iced and ready to be placed into neat rows to serve. you usually hate this part of your job and the small hand stopping you from walking was not helping.

‘hey uhm could you maybe let go?’

you still were unable to look down at the person/thing(?) grabbing a hold of you as the trays in your arms were stacked far too high.

‘right well okay’ and you had to resort to placing the cupcakes on a nearby shelf. upon looking down you saw.. a baby? well a toddler? you didn’t know many kids, with only one niece you would assume this kid was around about her age. 3 maybe 4? he still had a firm grip on the leg of your trouser and was smearing left over icing onto your pants from his sticky fingers.

‘cake.’ he said with pink icing stuck to his lips and chin. the boy was adorable. big sparkly eyes and black hair sticking out in every direction. he was wearing a shirt that said ‘dad’s best friend’ and tiny blue sneakers.

‘you want more cake?’ you replied and he was quick to nod his head vigorously, his hand Still gripped tightly onto you.

‘alright buddy i can give you a cake. but you really shouldn’t be behind here this is staff only. where’s your mum?’

you bent down to his eye level after retrieving a cupcake from your fresh batch and waited for any sort of answer. either he had no clue what anything you said meant or he was too entranced by the cupcake you were wielding in his direction but the boy said nothing, just stared at you with his massive eyes.

‘god now what do i do?’

you were fairly new to this bakery, it was a busy branch with a computer cafe joint on so there was always a large amount of people in store. and now you had to match one of them to this baby.

‘well you eat while i think.’

and the kid watched with a great level of focus as you peeled the wrapper of the cake off and handed him the little treat.

‘what’s your name baby?’

‘megumi’

‘wow that’s a cute name’

he clearly didn’t speak much and resorted to simply staring at you with his cheeks full of cake and even more icing decorating his lips.

you opened your hands to him in a way of saying ‘i’m going to pick you up now’ and when he didn’t seem to object you picked up the tiny boy and placed him on your hip.

‘don’t worry i’ll make sure you get back to your parents.’ again met with radio silence.

‘dada’

‘oh you came with your dada?’

‘dada.’

and only then did you realise the boy was staring out the window at a black haired, clearly frazzled man.

‘megumi? megs buddy please come back now, fucks sake.’ the back door was shoved open and by instinct you clutched the small boy to your chest.

‘megumi oh my fucking- thank god’ and as the man reached for the boy you gently tucked him into your neck. the man immediately frowned and looked you up and down as you did the same. well clearly the boy must be his judging off megumi recognizing him and there was also the fact that they looked exactly the same. except this man was tall and handsome and built like a marble statue. but you still wanted to make sure.

you watched as said man eyed you up and down and for some unknown reason you were incredibly thankful you had worn makeup and washed your hair this morning. your work uniform was bland, a pink half apron and the same baggy jeans and white top you usually wore when you knew you’d be icing cakes instead of serving customers.

‘listen kid, thanks for finding him but i am his dad, look i’ve even got pictures.’

and sure enough he was whipping out his phone and showing you his lockscreen of the boy you were holding in the same shirt with a black puppy in his lap. he then proceeded to open his photos app and show you a few more, some dating a few years back to when megumi was only a newborn.

‘dada’

‘yeah look see i’m his dad’

you believed the man the second you saw his face.

‘right okay i believe you, i don’t even know how he got back here i just turned around and he was grabbing me asking for cake. oh and also im not a kid im 22.’ you felt the need to clarify.

he smiled at that and took his child out of your hands.

‘sorry about that, but i’m glad it was you he bumped into not some creep. i was holding his hand and then i look down and he wasn’t there. the things this boy does when he sees cake’

you laughed and went to pick up your trays again when a large hand grabbed your arm and turned you back.

‘ah wait doll i’ve got to you pay you for the damage this little brats done, and to say thank you.’ he stuffed a few notes into the pocket of your apron.

‘it was just a cupcake it’s no big deal’ you said as you tried to hand them back to him without looking incredibly flustered at the use of a nickname.

‘no i insist, you really saved my ass. you work here often?’

‘yeah i’m usually at the counter but sometimes i just bake and ice the cakes.’

‘well clearly this brat thinks you do a good job’

‘so that means you’ll be back again i’m assuming?’

he smirked at that and your eyes were immediately drawn to the scar decorating his lip. his presence was intimidating, you could feel your cheeks flushing at his intense gaze.

‘yes definitely, i actually own the mechanics down the road so if you ever have any trouble make sure you let me know i’ll do you a nice deal’

‘i’ll keep that in mind uh?’

‘toji’

‘i’ll keep that in mind toji. i’m y/n’

he swapped his son to his other hand and stuck his right hand out for you to shake. you palm felt small in his large veiny one, his skin warm to the touch.

‘pretty name.’ he was checking you out again and you felt so small under his gaze. this was wrong, he was older than you and most likely had a wife or a girlfriend or a long term ex. this was definitely not going to become anything. but that didn’t stop you from giving him a few cupcakes for the road.

[rolloroberson]

Laudanum

Long winded and lugubrious, languishing with laudanum

The haunted air whistles through your hair

Walking on the edge of hope and sanity

The precipice of unveiled vanity

You have grown very grand

You have put all your strength into saying no

While your pride eats away your soul like a bloody red cancer

And your sense of worth sits in a sheltered room bound and gagged wondering why

If the cost to you of a promise is foreknowledge it is not worth the price of the time it takes to make it

Go and contemplate the efficacy of righteousness

Tell stories to remember

Tell stories even if no one listens

Pour your heart out like water from Jacob’s well

Even if every word you say is like a silent bell

I’m remembering to forget how

Beautiful you were

I’m afraid to find out you really weren’t who you pretended to be

You’ll be alright as long as you convince the audience it was me to blame

I still love you with all the grace a heart of gold can muster

You and your act however are wearing very thin

Long winded and lugubrious

Languishing with laudanum

And a fresh new batch of losers

RolloRoberson ©️2025 photos and poem

“Vows are spoken

To be broken

Feelings are intense

Words are trivial

Pleasures remain

So does the pain

Words are meaningless

And forgettable

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm…”- Martin Lee Gore

[amalasdraws]

https://www.tumblr.com/bigmammallama5/732632789726478336?source=share do you have any tips on how to detect ai and deepfakes?

Good question and I'm gonna be honest, it's not always easy and it will only get harder and harder. I'm just an artist who has spent their personal time to dive into this topic and study images. I'm still learning and there is a lot I don't know. But let me show what I know. This will be long, but I will make a summary at the end! So far, even with ai having become better and better there are still almost always some things wrong with an image, and they all have a very specific look to them. So let me try to show you some and point out some of them.

As we all know, a biggest struggle ai had were hands. And even though here and there we still see messed up hands, I say "had", because the hands is actual a good example on how ai is improving and will only get better. Still, looking at pictures that show more hands is always worth it, because somewhere in the back there will be most likely at least one messed up hand.

Another issue a lot of ai still has is hair though!

It's very obvious still in many ai "drawings" and in those otherwise well rendered portraits. Hair starts to blend with the ears a lot, or with the clothes.

There is also often this very odd look between something too sharp and way too blurry

There is often a very specific texture to the hair. I actually do not know the artistic or specific name for it. I can only describe it as this weird sharp feeling that makes it look oddly pixely, and then you have areas where it's very blurry. And the kind of loops and almost flame like looking hair we see in the last pic out of the three here is also something very common with ai.

As an artist I know we make mistakes too! The way I draw hair is flawed too! But it's not only that it's flawed here, but it's following always the same pattern and falls into the same issues over and over again, no matter who is "creating" the image. Those flame like loops are a common one, next to the odd blends and weird sharp and blurry textures.

But ai is getting better, and we not only have "art" and something that tries to be a drawing/painting, but photos too.

A lot of those "photos" have a very specific texture and look to them! Again, it's not always the mistakes, but the very specific optic too. A lot of the images are oddly smooth, too rendered, with always blurry backgrounds. And when you look closer at the background you will see the mistakes! The crowd behind Jesus is a hot mess once you look closer. Bob Marley's hair has the same issue than I described before. Lincoln is surrounded by people with messed up hands and don't even get me started on the faces behind Caesar.

So a lot of ai images look alright on a first and quick glance, but as more time you spend with them, as more mistakes you will notice. The wehre is Waldo of ai horror.

And those "photos" shared here are still very obvious. Not just the mistakes and messed up details but the very specific aesthetic too.

Those images get better and better and as less details you have, as less mistakes you have!

With photos like this it becomes harder and harder. There are not many details and no hands. Not many mistakes can be made. Also the very obvious plastic looking smoothness isn't so much here anymore. It kinda still is...but differently. And always the blurry background!! Sometimes the hair is still a giveaway. Collars and clothe straps are also often still a giveaway upon close look. As is jewelry. Earrings will be different and necklaces often don't go all the way around, just end, or blend with the hair or clothes.

Often details on jewelry is also blurry and not shown properly. This is a trick with many details. With jewelry, batches, hair, ears, text. So it's often blurred out and not shown properly because ai doesn't know what to really show here.

It's often really just the small details and when we scroll down quickly we will miss them. Like the wedding ring on the middle finger, the pens on top of a closed pocket, the batches that are always blurry, messed up faces that blend with a blurry background.

And sometimes it's so subtle that I could only really tell that right is the ai image in comparison to the real photo on the left. The real photo shows hands clearly and even when things are blurred out it doesn't feel that it's done to hide things. The ai image on the right hides the hands. There is also a very dead look in the eyes :D

And here I could only tell because the text in the back doesn't make sense. Even blurred out we should be able to make out something here

And after seeing a lot of ai images I recognize the kind of blurred out bg in combination with a very smooth and well rendered foreground/characters.

And here the only giveaway is a closer look at the backgrounds as well

To summarize it:

Ai and fake news rely on a fast living world. We are being bombarded with tons of information and messages daily and we scroll past quickly. But the best tool, for now, in detecting ai is taking our time! Those images get better and better but so far there are still always some things off!! Especially in the background!

Hair. Often weirdly smoothed out and oddly sharp at the same time

Hair often blends with the ears or the clothes

Details are blurred out.

Jewelry doesn't match (example earrings). Details on metal often blurred out and never shown. Necklaces blend with hair or the clothes, and don't go around the neck.

Background is always blurred out.

In this blurred mess there are often hidden very messed up faces and/or hands.

A very specific smooth and yet too sharp/too rendered aesthetic combines with an always blurry bg.

Text, especialyl in the background, is not legible and doesn't make sense.

Backgrounds are often (so far) the dead giveaway. Somewhere in the back things become muddled and messed up. This shows also very well in ai decor/architecture. There will be odd lines that don't align or align too well. Curtain poles that end in the furniture, a plant that is behind a lamp suddenly having leaves in front of the lamp. As longer you look as more you will notice.

Conclusion:

Take your time with images! Sit with them! Especially when it's framed as important and political news. Is it ai and propaganda, or did it really happen? Don't fall for the quick buzz and outrage! Some things are obvious right away but with others you have to take your time. And it's time you have! If you are still unsure if a pic is real or not, do some research on top. Image reverse search. Can you find it anywhere else? Are other news outlets sharing it? Does the image/message make sense? For example there is now a deepfake of Bella Hadid voicing support for Israel. Ask yourself, does this make sense? If it feels out of line compared to previous behavior, do some research! Media literacy is not just as being able to recognize a fake or real right away, but being able to do research. To question things! Don't just take every post online for face value. Even when shared by a mutual you trust. They might have been tricked!

There are so many information online and it's great to have access to so information, but it's also difficult to wade through all of it. Media and truth are a weapon and it's being twisted and bend used to manipulate. Always has! But ai and so many people being able to post and share things, it becomes bigger and bigger and more dangerous. So don't just take everything that is handed to you and share it further no questions asked. Media literacy and being able to think for ourselves and do the research is important!! And as research becomes harder and harder, as sources are being messed up with ai and other fake news, it's even more important to sit with the images and study them. See the flaws, the mistakes. Compare it to other news and images.

This got long, and I started to ramble at the end. Sorry But I hope this helped

[asterafroditis]

𐔌 . ⋮ white day ♥︎ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Third Years x gn! reader

𓏵 1161 words

ᝰ.ᐟ headcanons, no pronouns, fluff

First Years are done! Second Years are done, too! feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

“Woah, no way—seriously?!” Cater exclaims, eyes lighting up as you hand him the neatly wrapped gift.

He turns the box over in his hands, snapping a quick photo before even opening it. “#WhiteDayWin! Look at this—perfectly wrapped and everything. You’ve got a real aesthetic eye, y’know?”

But when he actually opens the gift, his teasing falters for just a second. His smile softens, and his fingers tighten around the box.

“Aw, you really went all out for me, huh?” His voice drops just a bit, no filters, no exaggeration—just genuine warmth.

He quickly shakes off the moment, flashing you a playful grin. “Guess I’ll have to step up my game next year~ Can’t be outdone, right?”

Still, you notice him glancing at your gift more than once, a small, real smile tugging at his lips when he thinks no one’s looking.

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“Oh? What’s this?” Trey’s brows lift as you place a small box in his hands.

When you explain that it’s a White Day gift in return for his Valentine’s one, he chuckles, shaking his head. “You didn’t have to do that. Really, I was just happy to make something for you.”

But despite his words, he’s careful when he opens the box, almost like he’s savoring the moment. His expression softens as he takes in the contents, eyes lingering on the details.

“…You really put thought into this.” There’s something deeply appreciative in his voice, something steady and warm. “Thanks, I’ll make sure to take good care of it.”

He smiles at you, gentle and sincere. “Guess I’ll have to bake you something extra special next time, huh?”

And true to his word, the next time you visit Heartslabyul, there’s a fresh batch of sweets waiting just for you.

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“Tch. What’s this?” Leona eyes the gift you hold out, lips pulling into a smirk. “You think I need some kinda thank-you?”

He leans back lazily, but there’s a flicker of interest in his eyes as he reaches for the box. His movements are slow, deliberate, like he’s making sure you know he’s choosing to accept it, not because he cares.

(But he does care. A little too much.)

He opens it with one hand, the other propping up his head. His eyes flicker over the gift, and for a moment, his usual cocky expression softens into something unreadable.

“…Hmph.” He clicks his tongue, setting the box aside with feigned nonchalance. “You’re somethin’ else, herbivore. Wasting time on me like this.”

But later, you catch him looking at the gift again—thumb running idly over its surface, tail flicking lazily behind him.

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A single elegant brow lifts as you present the gift. “Oh? A White Day present? How thoughtful.”

Vil takes the box delicately, inspecting the wrapping with a keen eye. “A good presentation is just as important as the gift itself,” he muses, but when he actually opens it, the comment dies on his lips.

His fingers brush over the gift, his gaze unreadable. Then, slowly, a small, approving smile tugs at his lips.

“This… is quite tasteful,” he finally says, his voice softer than usual. He glances at you, something warm and unreadable in his violet eyes.

“You have good instincts. Perhaps I should bring you along next time I go shopping.”

Vil may not say it outright, but you can tell—he’s genuinely pleased. The next time you see him, he’s wearing or using your gift, as if it had always belonged to him.

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“Ah! What a delightful surprise!” Rook gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Mon cher, you continue to amaze me~”

He takes the gift with a flourish, twirling it in his hands as he admires the craftsmanship. “To think that you would bestow upon me a token of your appreciation! Ah, the beauty of human connection!”

When he opens it, his emerald eyes gleam with excitement. “Exquisite! You have chosen with such care, such precision! It is as if you peered into my very soul to divine what would please me most!”

He holds the gift close, smiling warmly. “Truly, this is a treasure. And so are you, my dear trickster.”

Later, you find him showing off your gift to others, boasting about how “magnifique” your sense of taste is.

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Idia freezes when you hand him the gift. His hair flares slightly at the edges.

“Wha—huh? For me?” His voice cracks slightly, and he pulls his hoodie strings tighter. “N-No way, you’re actually returning the favor?”

His fingers twitch as he takes the box, staring at it like it might explode. He mutters something about “NPCs in dating sims never doing this,” but his curiosity gets the better of him, and he peeks inside.

His breath catches.

For a second, he just stares at the gift, expression unreadable. Then, ever so slightly, his lips twitch into the smallest, most genuine of smiles.

“…T-Thanks,” he murmurs, barely above a whisper. His face is burning, but there’s a softness in his eyes. “Guess I gotta, um… get you something next year, huh?”

He tries to act casual, but you later find the gift displayed in his room, perfectly preserved like a prized collectible figure.

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Malleus’s eyes widen ever so slightly when you present the gift. “A gift… for me?”

His fingers brush over the wrapping, handling it with a careful reverence. “I see. This is in response to my offering on Valentine’s Day.”

There’s something almost wistful in his expression as he unwraps the gift, as if savoring the moment. When he sees what’s inside, his lips curve into a small, pleased smile.

“You are quite considerate,” he murmurs, his glowing eyes meeting yours. “It is a rare thing for one to present me with such a sincere offering.”

He chuckles softly. “I shall treasure this.”

True to his word, the next time you visit Diasomnia, you see your gift carefully placed among his most valued belongings.

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“Oh ho! What’s this?” Lilia grins as you hand him the box, his crimson eyes gleaming with mischief.

When you explain that it’s for White Day, he lets out a chuckle. “How sweet! You’re quite the thoughtful one, aren’t you?”

He opens the box with theatrical flair, but the moment he sees what’s inside, his expression shifts—just a little. His usual playful air softens, something warmer lurking beneath.

“My, my… You really put effort into this, didn’t you?” His voice is quieter now, almost fond. “How wonderful.”

He pats your head (whether you like it or not). “I’ll cherish it. And perhaps, next year, I’ll have to surprise you with something even grander!”

Despite his usual antics, you notice him holding onto your gift with care—tucking it safely away, as if it’s something precious.

[luna-eclipse2000]

You wearing someone else’s cologne (but it’s actually just one they don’t wear)

Ft: Eren, Armin, Jean, Levi, and Hanji

Some suggestive themes so MDNI

Eren

- You come out of your shared bedroom and walk past Eren

- He instantly smells the cologne and sees red

- He prefers musky smells, so why on earth do you smell like that?

- He grabs your wrist. Not too hard, but hard enough for you to turn around and ask him what’s wrong

- “Whose cologne is that?”

- You are instantly confused

- “Don’t play dumb, (Y/N). Whose cologne is that?”

- “Eren. I bought this for you for your birthday.”

- He instantly feels embarrassed

- “Oh… Sorry…”

- “But I do like how jealous you got over it.” You say, wrapping your arms around his waist

- “What can I say, sweetie?” Eren says. “I don’t like the thought of anyone else getting to touch you.”

- “You’re the only one who would do it right anyway.” You say

- He instantly throws you over his shoulder to show you just how right you are

Armin

- Armin always waits for you to get up before he leaves for work

- He’s never been late and he loves seeing your face in the morning

- But today he had to go in super early thanks to a batch of new people who need to be trained

- He was absolutely heart broken having to leave without getting his goodbye kiss

- But then he had an idea so he eagerly texts you

- “Hey, how about we meet up for lunch at your favourite restaurant? It can be my apology for not being able to see you this morning.”

- He anxiously waits for you at the restaurant, the food already ordered since the wait staff already know your orders by heart

- When you enter the restaurant, his eyes light up, as do yours

- “(Y/N)!” He says happily as he gets up from his seat to greet you

- “Armin! How’s your day going?”

- “It’s going good, how about yours?” He asks

- “It just got better.” You answer and then give him a kiss

- When he pulls away to give you a hug, he smells it

- The faintest smell of cypress, vetiver and black teakwood

- He feels his heart drop a bit

- You never wear this kind of smell so it’s definitely not yours

- Then whose is it?

- He pulls away and hides his worry extremely well

- You never know when he’s upset until he physically can’t hold his emotions in anymore

- You’ve always told him to tell you how he feels but he hates making you worry over him

- This is slightly different, though

- If he expresses his worry, he’ll be practically accusing you of cheating on him and saying that he doesn’t trust you

- You can tell that sometimes wrong though because he’s not really engaging in the conversation. Just nodding his head and giving short responses

- But at this point you know he’s not going to tell you the truth until he can’t handle it anymore

- He gets home before you and starts pacing through the whole house, not able to sit still

- He never got the same kind of attention from people that Eren or Mikasa did so he’s still pretty insecure

- No matter how many times you tell him how much you love him, how pretty he is, how happy he makes you, there’s still a voice in the back of his mind telling him that you’re lying

- So when he hears the door open, he finally freezes

- He wants to run to you and give you all his love

- But he also wants to confront you about the cologne

- “Armin, there you are.” Your voice says from behind him. “I’ve been calling your name for a few minutes.”

- “Are you… seeing someone else?” He finally asks

- “What? Armin, what gave you that idea?”

- He turns around to face you and you finally see the anxiety in his eyes

- “I could smell that cologne on you.” He tells you, playing with his fingers nervously. “I’ve never smelt it before. I know I’m not very tall, or confident, or handsome, or even funny. So I get it if you want to see other people.”

- You smile sadly. All that lack of attention really messed up his confidence

- You’ve seen photos of him and his friends from high school, which he was absolutely humiliated about

- He had glasses, a decent amount of acne, and would wear a lot of anime shirts

- To say he was a nerd would be an understatement, but you thought he was cute

- So you walk up to him and gently cup his cheeks

- “Armin, my darling. The cologne is yours.”

- He’s absolutely stunned. He would’ve remembered if he had something that like that

- “Mikasa got it for you for your birthday. You didn’t want to hurt her feelings so you just put it in the drawer and forgot about it. I’d never cheat on you. I love you too much to do that to you.”

- He looks down feeling embarrassed that he ever thought you’d do something so cruel

- “I’m sorry.” He apologizes. “I never should’ve-“

- “Hey, no.” You say softly. “You never wore this before so it makes sense that you didn’t think it was yours. Now how about we go downstairs, put on a movie, and cuddle for a while. Does that sound good?”

- He nods with a small smile on his face. “I love you.”

- “I love you more than you know.”

Jean

- He comes home from work before you and decides to make your favourite food for dinner

- But first, he needs to take a shower

- He heads upstairs to your shared bedroom and smells something… different

- It smells like smoke, but with a hint of sage and sandalwood

- He wonders if you got him a new soap

- But if so, why can he smell it when he’s not in the shower?

- He shakes his head, wondering if he’s going crazy and heads into the washroom to take his shower

- It isn’t until he gets out and heads to the dresser to get a new set of night clothes that he finds the culprit behind the smell

- A bottle of cologne that seems to have a few squirts taken out of it

- He picks it up and looks at the brand

- It’s expensive and definitely not his

- His mind starts racing

- There’s no way you’re cheating on him

- You’d never do that

- You probably bought this for him because you thought it smelt good

- But then why isn’t it full?

- He decides to confront you about it when you get home

- He quickly gets dressed, grabs the bottle and heads downstairs so he can start cooking

- If you are cheating, he’s gonna cook you a meal so damn good you’ll instantly regret your decision

- Then he’ll probably remind you why you’ve stayed with him for all these years after your finished begging for his forgiveness

- He’ll make you beg even more

- He plates the food and sets it up at the table and sits down

- About five minutes later, you walk through the door and instantly smell your favourite food

- Ever since Jean made it, no one else’s has even compared

- ���Mm, something smells good, Jean!” You say as you walk into the dining room and see him waiting for you.

- “You like smells?” He asks

- You just give him a confused look in response

- He then puts the cologne on the table rather dramatically, like he just found your secret stash of drugs

- “So… You wanna explain why I found some random cologne in our room?”

- You blink a few times. “Excuse me?”

- “Don’t play dumb, baby.” He says. “I can even smell it on you from here. Whose damn cologne is this?”

- “Ok first, let’s stop with the cop attitude. You’ve been watching way too much NCIS.” You say. “And that cologne was a gift from your mother when you got promoted.”

- Heat spreads across his face when he realizes that he’s been jealous of himself for over an hour

- “Oh… Well… I’ve never smelled it before, so why isn’t it still full?”

- “Because you wore it twice before exiling it to the back of the draw.” You explain.

- Jean clears his throat. “Well then… Never mind, I guess.”

Levi

- He’s checking everyone’s cleaning job when he comes to you

- You smell different

- But it couldn’t be you

- You don’t have anything that smells like bourbon

- And he doesn’t drink

- It could be the cadet your cleaning with

- So he walks up to you and takes a sniff

- Yup, that’s definitely you

- “Oi.” He says, looking over at the cadet. “Get lost.”

- “Yes, sir!” The cadet complies and quickly leaves, bringing the broom with him

- “What is it, Levi?” You ask

- “Why do you smell like that?” He asks

- “Like what?” You ask. “I took a shower this morning.”

- “You smell like bourbon.” He says. “So whose cologne is that?”

- “You’re not serious, right?” You asks. “Levi. This cologne has sat on your bathroom counter for months!”

- “Oh…”

- You start laughing

- “Tch.” He clicks his tongue. “You get to clean the stables now, too.”

- “Wha-? Why?!”

- “Because you laughed at me, brat.”

Hanji

- “Hey, Han!” You exclaim as you walk into their lab. “Whatcha doing?”

- “Working.” They answer absentmindedly as they swirl the liquid in their beaker

- You walk up to Hanji and peer over their shoulder

- The smell of vanilla and patchouli practically smacks Hanji in the face, causing them to immediately look away from their work

- “I know you’re working, silly.” You say. “But what are-?”

- You get cut off by Hanji very audibly sniffing the shirt you’re wearing

- High key sounds like a dog when they smell something new

- “Whose cologne is this?” Hanji asks. “Are mine not nice enough to wear?”

- “Huh?” You say, clearly a little confused

- Hanji then realizes that the shirt you’re wearing isn’t one of yours. It’s a big too big. “And whose shirt is this?”

- “Hanji Zoe.” You smirk. “Are you getting jealous?”

- Hanji removes their glasses and places them on top of their head

- They grip your waist and pull you in close to them

- So close that you can smell their body wash

- “Don’t toy with me, love.” They say lowly. “Who. Do those. Belong to. Don’t make me punish you.”

- You blush a bit, but want to see how far you can take this

- Hanji doesn’t get jealous like this often so you want to have a little fun

- “What will you do if I don’t tell you?”

- “I’ll make sure whoever is trying to take you from me knows that you’re mine.” Hanji answers. “I’ll mark every bit of your skin, and I’ll make sure you scream my name.”

- You wrap your arms around Hanji’s neck

- “Han. This is your shirt.”

- The look of surprise and confusion on their face is adorable

- “This is also your cologne.” You explain further. “I spilled dirty water on my top, so I found this at the bottom of your closet. And because I didn’t want to smell gross, I grabbed the first bottle I could find.“

- “Oh…” Hanji says simply. They start looking anywhere but at your face out of embarrassment.

- “You can keep your promise of punishing me if you want.” You say. “But you’ll need to make up for thinking I’d want to smell like anyone but you.”

- “Fine by me.” Hanji says. “I just gotta finish this experiment, then I’m all yours.”

- They turn back to their work, but you quickly spin them back around in their chair

- “Part of your punishment is not getting to finish… if you catch my drift.”

[cat0901h3]

Goosebumps Books 1-10

Can't believe that it took me nearly two years to just do 10 covers for the books. Will be posting more Goosebumps in the future, along with other stuff.

Read more to know my personal opinions and critiques on my fanart for each book:

Welcome to Dead House: I wanted to make the house look alive like Monster House, so I gave it more human characteristics (ie: the people in the windows to form eyes, or the finger-like branches.) Also paid homage to a horror film by styling it after The Amityville Horror house.

The Benson children themselves look a bit depressed, that's because the first book is actually more scarier than the rest of the series, so they're a bit angsty.

Stay Out of the Basement: This one killed a lot of my green markers lol. I tried to make Dr. Brewer as menacing as possible while still showing that he is a father with the photos, There were going to be more plants reaching out, but I decided that the leaves hidden on him would be enough.

Though I have to admit my disappointment with the lighting. It still looks a bit too bright, and not dark enough. That's just my own critique.

Monster Blood: Honestly, pretty mixed about this one. While I'm proud of the bubbling ooze that looks like a skull, which is outlined by one of my colored pens. I'm not proud that everything else is so muted with brown. Almost all of Jacobus' works are vibrant and saturated, so it being dull in colors feels like a disservice to him.

Also, Andy's last name was made up by me, she apparently just doesn't have one. It's inspired by Stephen King. Btw, hope you love banana and strawberry dyed hair, you'll see more of it soon in future batches.

Say Cheese and Die!: One of my favorite books, and of course it gets the best fanart imo. The screaming skeleton form of Greg Banks with red bg in the polaroid, contrasting with the dark background is just super cool, coolest shit I've ever done. Though I might be biased, I really like skeletons. Like Curly.

I actually made concept art for a Say Cheese and Die! graphic novel, which includes drawings of the photos and Spidey! Let me know if you're curious.

The Curse of The Mummy's Tomb: Not much to this one honestly. Just a mummy casually busting down a wall filled with hieroglyphics. Though I will say, I was experimenting with shading with purple and blues like Jacobus. As you can see, didn't stick for long.

This is also the book that I discovered that if the protag doesn't have a last name, then there is an official one either in the Presents novels, the mobile app, comics or other.

Let's Get Invisible!: This was pretty tricky to draw. Drawing someone turning invisible maybe easy in Photoshop or Procreate, but this was traditional art. Sure Jacobus did it with airbrushes, but I all had were pens and markers. But I somehow managed to pull it off, which is insane that I even managed that in the first place.

Night of the Living Dummy: Ah, the infamous Pamela Vorhees book, where the main antagonist isn't the mascot, but instead some other puppet lol. I've seen a lot of fanart of Slappy, but never of Mr. Wood. So I wanted to do justice for Wood while still showcasing Slappy. While I am proud for how it mostly turned out, there are two things that bother me. 1. This is the night sky that is black, the rest are either blue or purple. 2. I forgot to add the lines that make the jaw on Mr. Wood, whoops.

Aside from that, I hope guys like that Misfits poster in the background and Kris's cool hair cut. The green was inspired by the comic adaption not 2015 Jacksepticeye.

The Girl Who Cried Monster: Please forgive me for the small thumbnail, I wasn't using a ruler at the time. The design for Mr. Mortman wasn't much of a challenge. I loosely based it off of the French rendition of the cover and gave him a large leech-like mouth.

In my headcannon, the teeth spin like a garbage disposal, making easy work of the turtles.

Welcome to Camp Nightmare: Another one of my favorites, and I think I did a decent enough job, too. The lighting is perfect, the clouds look alien enough, and you can just barely see the screaming campers inside the tent. I do have one issue though, and that is the size of the monster, Sabre. In the original sketch I did, he was supposed to blend in like a bush, but instead he looks like Sasquatch Sr. Oh well.

While they did give Billy a last name in the Presents books, I had to make up one for Dawn. Just based it off Gwen Stacy lol. Also, hope you enjoy the little bonus pictures down below.

The Ghost Next Door: The original Jacobus art was perfectly vague enough to keep the twist there but not spoil anything. Of course to do the same thing, but with a twist of my own. The "ghost" shadow that you see in the street is the Dark Figure that follows Hannah around or when Danny is near. I wanted it to look like it was constantly on fire, since SPOILERS: someone in the book does die in a fire.

Another headcannon is that the Dark Figure isn't actually a ghost or whatever, but instead the embodiment of Misery.

[sevikasbooyahh]

𝐕𝐈 𝐇𝐂'𝐬

She’s the sweetest of sweet girls, I just wanna hug her >_<

Warnings: Intimacy but not anything explicit | set post season 2 |

A/N: Photos by Foggy Master on Pinterest

She’s never really had anyone to talk to about her problems, so she doesn’t. All her life she’s been protecting others, yet no one was able to do the same for her. She felt like a bother for any small thing she did and it would eat her alive. But after seeing how much you truly care, that you were willing to be there at her worst; she knew it was time.

Settling down is hard, she’s been fighting since she was a child, being able to finally live is something she never thought was possible.

She looked into the fireplace, watching small sparks fly out and disperse into the surrounding wood. A hand creeped onto her shoulder, it was yours, she’s always recognized it. Her head fell back onto your stomach as she looked up, seeing the face she loved so much. “You okay?” You leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead. She didn’t immediately give an answer, thinking back to the horrid events that took place in the war. The loss. Powder-blue eyes stared within yours, a thin lipped smile on her face. “No, it’ll take a while for me to be but…I will eventually.”

Is big on eye contact, especially when opening up. She’ll look you in the eye whenever you’re talking, doing remotely anything.

Loves to read; her favorite genre is fantasy or mystery. After she finishes a book, she’ll talk to you for hours about the entire thing.

“He couldn’t find her during like—the entire duration of the book but then suddenly she pops out at the end and it’s just so crazy! And then—“ she rambled on until her eyes saw your face. You were smiling, expression filled with nothing but adoration; you were listening. Not a single speckle of boredom present. “Then what else?” You tilted your head. A smile began to twitch at her lips before she continued on.

Gets creative with nicknames; anything food related, honestly. You were starting to think it’s because she’s hungry all the time but she has interesting reasons.

“You sure, cheesecake? I heard it’s—“”Wait, wait, what did you call me?” You interrupted her with a confused laugh. “Cheesecake? What’s wrong with it, you’re soft and sweet, like cheesecake.” She leaned her head on the palm of her hand. You simply shook your head at the her, “You sure have a way with words.”

One of the sweetest in a batch of bad people. She is not at all flawless, she’s made her mistakes, but her caring nature is undeniable.

When the two of you get intimate she’s always soft, can’t see her being rough or mean.

She placed light kisses on your neck, calloused hands gliding down your body. They felt rough, yet her motions were gentle—handling you like royalty. She worships you, from your head to your toes.

Absolutely touch starved, no arguements. Even if it’s the smallest touch from you, it’ll have her melting like ice cream on a sunny day.

Playing with her hair is an absolute must; your fingers smoothing over pink strands that’d stick up.

Gives the best hugs ever, she’ll squeeze you tight, wanting to provide security.

Occasionally drools in her sleep—imagine waking up and seeing it dribbling down her chin. It’s a sign that she’s comfortable.

[sharlsworld]

a digital love letter - ʟɴ4 ☆

✿ lando norris x influencer!reader

✿ a glimpse of all the post’s from when they were “just friends”, to there engagement announcement, to the announcement of there first child.

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june 1st, 2020

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lando.jpg when i asked y/n if she wanted to quarantine with me i didn’t think it would be this long…

yn if you ask me to make one more batch of cloud bread i will lock you outside

⤷ lando.jpg well that’s awfully rude considering i offered you my home

⤷ yn you literally begged me to quarantine with you???

⤷ lando.jpg no need for the details

maxfewtrell couple goals

⤷ lando.jpg fuck off

hearts4lando “just friends” ok buddy 😭

beloved.hamilton just a COUPLE of friends!😄

charles_leclerc i think this quarantine has got your mind all mixed up cause…

lilac.leclerc there so oblivious 😭

f1wags i smell…a incoming wag 👀

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august 10th, 2020

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lando.jpg took my girl to dinner and let her go shopping for her birthday…never again. she really knows how to spend money

carlossainz55 “my girl” ???

⤷ lando.jpg is she not my girl? she never leaves me alone

⤷ yn you give off this tough guy act like you don’t ask me to hangout every day

⤷ lando.jpg once again, no need for all the details jeez women

landolovesyn it’s the fact she literally makes so much money but he still wants to pay for her stuff really tugs on my heart strings 😪

sharls_lerklerk PAINFULLY OBLIVIOUS

pierregasly cmon mate

⤷ lando.jpg what?

landolovesyn Heather 🤩

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january 1st, 2021

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lando.jpg happy new year bitches 🥳

yn been waitin for this one

⤷ georgerussell63 We all have

⤷ alex_albon seriously everyone

⤷ carlossainz55 Seriously

danielricciardo Took you guys long enough

⤷ yn 1 year is a reasonable amount of time

maxfewtrell NO PHOTO CREDIT?

⤷ lando.jpg no

lilymhe sooo when’s the wedding?

⤷ alex_albon watch they’ll probably get engaged this year

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ynissocutiepatootie IT FINALLY HAPPENED

lovely_leclerc stop he took her to see the lights 😢

daddyricciardo i wonder how long they’ve been dating before deciding to go public

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april 14th, 2021

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lando.jpg i was feeling a little down today, but you DEFINITELY turned me on

yn can i help loosen your belt? it looks really tight 😉

⤷ lando.jpg you’ll never catch me saying no to that baby 😏

charles_leclerc Oh come on there’s children on this app lando

carlossainz55 I just opened the app mate

maxverstappen1 Well enough instagram for the day

georgerussell63 I could’ve lived the rest of my life without seeing this

⤷ lando.jpg don’t be hating

estiebestie lando is just a horny teenage boy honestly

♥︎ by yn

landowantsrizz i feel like i’m interrupting something…

hoeforsianzzz so there definitely getting down every night

♥︎ by author & yn

⤷ lilac.leclerc HELLO??? THESE BITCHES MUST BE GETTING DOWN LIKE BUNNIES

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october 22nd, 2021

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lando.jpg i couldn’t wait any longer

yn so impatient

⤷ lando.jpg i just couldn’t wait to call you my wife

⤷ yn good thing i said yes then

carlossainz55 Congratulations mate! 🎉🥂

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lewishamilton Congrats man that’s amazing ♥️

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maxverstappen1 Congrats bro ♥️

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lilymhe the gold band 😨

⤷ yn ikr i was flabbergasted

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charles_leclerc Congrats lando! ❤️

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danielricciardo Let’s go boys 🥳

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oscarpiastri Congratulations mate, i’m so happy for you 🧡

⤷ lando.jpg 🧡

maxfewtrell little lando norris finally grew some balls

⤷ lando.jpg i can never win 💔

mclaren To forever! 🧡

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alex_albon i called it

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landolovesyn the fact this has 7 million likes and he doesn’t have 7 million followers on this account 😭

lando.norizz THE GOLD BAND? LANDO NORRIS YOU’VE OUTDONE YOURSELF

sharls_lerklerk been here since the video of her accidentally dropping her hydroflask on his foot at one of the races in 2019😭

⤷ lando.jpg i still have the tiny scar on my little toe

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january 1st, 2022

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lando.jpg happy new year bitches 👀

yn happy new year whore

⤷ carlossainz55 and to think you two are getting married soon…

charles_leclerc Oh thanks mate

⤷ lando.jpg i wasn’t talking to you

⤷ charles_leclerc Alrighty…

georgerussell63 This was such a elegant, mature post, until i saw the caption

⤷ lando.jpg you shouldn’t be surprised

landolovesyn literally all of his posts are about y/n

⤷ hearts4lando basically a fan page

estiebestie i’ll never get tired of seeing lando’s posts for y/n

carlando there relationship is so perfect

lilymhe don’t think just because you two are getting married that she’s yours

⤷ lando.jpg take the L 🤣

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october 22nd, 2022

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lando.jpg My greatest love, you are my one and only. From the day you dropped your hydroflask on my foot and laughed until you were crying I knew you were gonna be mine one day, I can’t think of anyone better to spend eternity with. In every universe, I will find you. When death takes my hand, I will hold you with the other, and promise to find you in every lifetime. I love you for everything you are, everything you have been, and everything you will be. You are my destiny, I love you endlessly. ♥️

yn ok…i’m literally sobbing right now i love you so much lando

⤷ lando.jpg i love you the most

danielricciardo Turned on auto caps for this one congrats man i’m so happy of you ♥️

♥︎ by author

lewishamilton I wish you two a lifetime of happiness and health ♥️

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carlossainz55 To a lifetime of bullying each other! ♥️

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charles_leclerc Little lando norris isn’t so little anymore? 😂 Congratulations man ♥️

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mclaren Congratulations lando & y/n! 🧡

♥︎ by author & yn

landolovesyn y/n norris 🥹

lando.norizz crying in the club

lilymhe she was mine first.

⤷ lando.jpg not even

lilymhe congratulations, i guess ♥️

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alex_albon Congratulations lando ♥️

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georgerussell63 Can’t believe how far you’ve came mate! Congratulations ♥️

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francisca.cgomes such a beautiful wedding…should’ve been me and y/n’s but still! ♥️

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carmenmmundt Congratulations ♥️

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february 29th, 2024

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lando.jpg Mathéo Lee Norris. 2.10.23 ♥️

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yn my boy 🤍 i love you lan

⤷ lando.jpg i love you the most baby

lilymhe cutest baby boy 💙

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charles_leclerc I bet he misses his favorite uncle already

⤷ carlossainz55 excuse me?

⤷ charles_leclerc your excused

⤷ maxfewtrell cmon guys, obviously i’m the favorite uncle

⤷ charles_leclerc no

alexandrasaintmleux cutie boy 💙

♥︎ by author & yn

carmenmmundt Mathéo is the cutest 🥰

♥︎ by author & yn

lewishamilton A gift from God ♥️

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alex_albon bro has more hair then me

♥︎ by author & yn

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march 26th, 2024

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lando.jpg a digital love letter for you, the light of my life. my life long treasure of destiny. you are the greatest gift God has blessed me with. i love you endlessly ♥️

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yn you sweet talker, i love you lan 🤍

⤷ lando.jpg i love you the most baby 🤍

landolovesyn guys…this might be heather

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[cold-boys-fandom-hub]

1 still and 11 (mostly) new behind the scenes photos from Liam Garrigan!

Right then, next batch of bts shots. This time for the #theterror I’ve got loads of these so I won’t drop them all now, I’ll save a few for down the line ;) First up I’m thrilled to see it has found a new home on #netflix. We are all so proud of the show and very thankful it is finally in a place plenty of people can see it. It was a labour of love to make it, 6 long cold months in Budapest and then 5 mad weeks in the sun in Croatia but we knew we were involved in something special from the very first day. That said the reception the show received from people who really took it to heart was greater than any of us dared believe. It has continued to have a life far beyond the screen and to know it’s made a lasting impact on people is just amazing. I love Jopson and all he means to fans of the show and it’s been a joy to look back on these photos and all the memories attached. So here you go…! Main pic - me as Jopson, scurvy setting in. Pic 1 - me and the main man Dave Kajganich, writer and show runner. This was taken just after shooting a moment that was maybe going to make it into the Jopson hallucination sequence but was cut from the final edit. Pic 2 - an actor prepares 😂 or maybe just catching a few zzzs in between takes 😜 Pic 3&4 - The first go at Jopsons ‘look’. The beard had to go. Pic 5 - with these guys in charge they’d have never got stuck in the pack ice 😂 Pic 6 - Terror boys difficult 2nd album cover 😂 Pic 7 - shooting begins onboard the terror, is that a tuunbaaq they’re looking at?!? Pic 8 - chillin between scenes. Seb loves having his photo taken 😘 Pics 9,10&11 - what the soundstage looked like with the terror in the ice. A full 1 to 1 replica of the ship. The story behind how it was built for the show is amazing. Too long to go into here but truly remarkable. The magic of the movies! Or tv in this instance 😊 #theterror #thomasjopson #bestjobever #behindthescenes #bts #photodump #forthefans

[luvsupa]

tags: neighbour!nanami x fem!reader, fluff-ish, crack, reader is in mid 20s and nanami is mid 30s, readers obsessed with nanami w.c: 800

you peek through the blinds in your living room, squinting for a better view of your neighbour. a frown crosses your face as you notice a gathering of children and mothers around his front door, which is beautifully decorated for halloween. you watch as the mothers twirl their hair and giggle in unison, but you still can’t see what your neighbour is wearing. you feel like a creep, lurking behind the blinds just to catch a glimpse of the new guy.

your heart races when you finally spot nanami. damn, he looks incredible in his costume—a vampire. you’ve heard whispers about the mysterious man who just moved in, and even the married women have been known to stand outside early in the morning just to greet him.

“do i seriously have to dress up?” you retreat from the window as you hear your nephew whine while entering the living room. you burst into laughter at the sight of him squeezing into the ghostbusters costume he wore a few years ago- the sleeves barely reach his wrists.

“well, yes!” you reply, snapping photos of him as he glares with frustration. in one picture, he slightly raises his middle finger, and you gasp, realizing he’s picking up on your habits. oops.

“i’m too old for trick ‘r treating! i don’t even wanna stay here,” he grumbles, his temper flaring as you giggle at the photos and send them to your sister, his mom, just as he threatens to rip off the costume.

“can you just behave? i’m trying to meet the love of my life,” you say, putting your phone away to prevent him from ruining your plans.

“he doesn’t even know you exist, dummy.” your jaw drops at his bluntness, and he starts pointing at you, laughing like a little brat.

“tch, you’re laughing a bit too much for someone who lost his girlfriend to a stuffed animal,” you retort, laughter spilling from your lips as he shoots you a ‘really’ look.

“at least i was in a relationship! dunno about you, hag,” he fires back, leaving you choking on a laugh. seriously, who’s teaching this kid all this at twelve years old?

you don’t say anything as you pull him toward the front door, making him put on his shoes and grab his trick or treat bag before stepping outside. your gaze is fixed on nanami’s house, now swarming with kids and mothers.

i know why you mothers are here…

“ow, let go!” your nephew winces, pushing your hand away from his shoulder as you realize you’ve been gripping him too tightly. you both end up in a long line in front of his house because these mothers won’t leave! impatience gnaws at you- you just want a chance to see him.

finally, you reach the front of the line, and you scold your nephew to behave before giving him a gentle push toward the door.

“trick or treat.” he says in an unenthusiastic tone, while you stand behind him, practically buzzing with excitement. nanami steps outside with a fresh batch of candy, smiling at your nephew’s costume. when his hazel eyes shift to yours, your breath hitches.

he definitely wants me.

“your son is so adorable,” he says.

what?

oh hell no.

“son? n-no, he’s my nephew! he was dying to come to your house,” you stammer, and he chuckles, revealing his fake fangs.

“what? you forced me—” your nephew starts, but you quickly cover his mouth to prevent him from ruining everything, sharing a warm chuckle with nanami as you stand awkwardly on his doorstep.

“d-do you have any kids?” you ask, hoping he says no. your heart would shatter if he did.

“ahh, no, i don’t—though i do wish to have a family of my own someday,” he admits, and you nod, intrigued by his almost wistful tone.

“yeaaa, i want a family with you—of my own too!” you blurt out, instantly regretting your words as his smirk widens, and your eyes practically sparkle with embarrassment.

“she stalks you everyday,” your annoying nephew pipes up, and you feel your face heat up as you wish you could disappear. nanami quirks his brows in surprise, bursting into laughter, while you stand frozen, your eyes twitching. seriously, someone needs to watch for this kid.

“heh, she’s not the only one,” he replies, and you swear you must be dreaming. nanami quickly grabs something from inside his house, scribbles on a notepad, and attaches it to your nephew’s bag of candy before handing the candy directly to you.

you’re so starstruck you can’t move as your nephew tugs on your arm, dragging you away while the interaction feels surreal. you walk past the mothers, who scoff at you, and hear him wish the two of you a happy halloween.

you glance down at the notepad he gave you:

I’ll be waiting for your call, stalker

nanami kento

you gasp, noticing his phone number written beneath it. you just bagged the hottest man alive and these mothers didn’t.

“you two are a buncha freaks,” your nephew comments as he pulls you back toward your house. honestly, you don’t care—you’re just so thrilled that you’re the one he chose.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Chapter 35: All That Mattered

Pairing: Paige Bueckers × Reader

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Rating: General Audience

Warnings: rude fans, slice of life… I think that’s all

Summary: life of your average college student and team photographer who’s got a promise ring now

Welcome to the chapter 35 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸

The late-night glow of my laptop screen illuminated my face as I clicked through the latest batch of photos, fingers moving on autopilot as I adjusted lighting, sharpened details, and cropped shots that captured the best moments from our last practice. The bus ride to Chicago was long, and while most of the team was either asleep, watching movies, or locked into their headphones, I was trying to balance my duties as the team photographer and a student.

Kaitlyn nudged me from the seat next to mine, peeking over my screen. “You’ve been staring at that photo for ten minutes. Either it’s a masterpiece or you need to blink.”

I let out a breathy laugh, rubbing my eyes before returning to my editing. “It’s the shot of Paige’s behind-the-back pass to KK. The lighting in the gym was garbage, from the angle I took it, so I’m trying to fix it.”

Kaitlyn leaned back into her seat. “You’re the best photographer in the country, Y/N. That photo probably already looks amazing.”

I smirked, glancing over at her. “Flattery will not make me do your writing assignment for you.”

She gasped dramatically. “I would never!”

“Uh-huh,” I hummed before saving my progress and finally shutting my laptop. “You should’ve asked Ice. She loves writing about communication strategies.”

Kaitlyn rolled her eyes. “And yet, here I am, suffering in silence.”

Before I could respond, Paige leaned over the seat from behind me, resting her chin on my shoulder. “You’ve been working since we got on this bus. How about a break?”

I sighed, closing my notes. “You’re right. But if I fail this discussion post, I’m blaming you.”

She chuckled, kissing my cheek. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Kaitlyn made a fake gagging noise, which only earned her a flick on the arm from me.

By the time we got to the hotel, room assignments were handed out. I wasn’t surprised when I saw I’d been paired with Kaitlyn and Allie—Coach usually let us group up based on friendships and study habits, but not this trip something about being locked in for the game, and honestly the three of us made a good mix of chaos and productivity.

What I wasn’t surprised about, however, was Paige’s attempt to change that.

She pulled Kaitlyn and Allie aside while I was grabbing my bags, whispering something to them that had both of them snickering. When I walked over, Allie just patted my shoulder and said, “Your girlfriend’s real persuasive, but I like my bed too much to switch.”

I raised a brow, turning to Paige. “Really?”

Paige gave me her best innocent look. “What? I just thought we could spend a little more time together.”

I nudged her playfully. “You act like we don’t see each other all the time.”

“Yeah, but it’s different.”

Kaitlyn clapped Paige on the back. “Sorry, Bueckers. We got dibs.”

Paige sighed dramatically, sending me one last pleading look before grabbing her own room key. “Fine. But don’t be surprised if I ‘accidentally’ show up at your door.”

After dropping my things in the hotel room I was sharing with Kaitlyn and Allie, I pulled out my laptop and notebooks, sighing as I got comfortable on the bed. KK plopped down next to me, already opening her own notes.

“You’d think they’d give us a break with all the travel,” she muttered, scrolling through the assignment we’d been putting off.

I snorted. “Yeah, but they don’t care about our suffering.”

We worked quietly for a bit, occasionally whispering complaints or exchanging confused looks when one of the problems didn’t make sense. I was mid-sentence, typing out an answer, when the door creaked open.

Paige.

She leaned against the doorframe, her hood pulled up, looking way too pleased with herself.

KK barely glanced up. “Called it.”

I rolled my eyes. “You really couldn’t last one night?”

Paige ignored the question and stepped inside, holding up a bottle of melatonin gummies with a smirk. “Took two of these. No way I’m making it back to my room.”

Kaitlyn groaned from her bed, tossing a pillow at Paige’s face. “Bro, really?”

Paige caught it easily, tossing it onto the bed I was sitting on before crawling under the covers without a second thought. “Goodnight.”

I blinked. “Paige, that’s—”

Too late. She was already out.

Kaitlyn sighed, rubbing her temples. “Guess I’m sleeping with Allie.”

KK cackled. “Bueckers really got y’all in a hostage situation.”

I just shook my head, nudging Paige’s shoulder. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

She hummed in response but didn’t move.

Kk and I work on our assignments for another half hour before calling quits. Kk went back to her room as shoved Paige over some and went to sleep.

It was still dark outside when I woke up to pee, feeling Paige shift beside me. The alarm hadn’t even gone off yet, which meant we had a good amount of time before practice. I sat up, rubbing my eyes before nudging her.

“Paige,” I whispered.

She groaned, burying her face in the pillow. “No. I don’t wanna.”

I sighed, pulling the blanket off her. “Yes. You gotta. Now, get up and go to your room before you end up rushing to get ready.”

She peeked one eye open, frowning. “You’re kicking me out?”

“Yes, I’m saving you from yourself.”

With a dramatic sigh, she rolled onto her back, blinking at the ceiling before finally sitting up. “Fine. But I better get my pre-practice kiss later.”

I grinned. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever makes your lil heart happy.”

She dragged herself to the door, still half-asleep as she trudged back to her room. I shook my head, amused, before flopping back down for a few more minutes of sleep.

By the time everyone was up and moving, Paige was fully awake and back to her usual self—clinging to me every chance she got, making up for the time I “stole” by kicking her out earlier.

As we got onto the bus for practice, she sat beside me, looping an arm around my waist.

“See?” she murmured. “If you’d just let me stay, I wouldn’t be this clingy.”

KK snorted from the seat in front of us. “That’s a lie, and you know it.”

I laughed, leaning into Paige’s side. “Yeah, but I like her like this.”

Paige smirked. “Told you.”

Every thing at practice and shootaround was some what smooth besides Geno yelling once in a while about them doing something he has stated not to do while drawing the play in action.

At some point kk had a bright idea of me shooting a half court shot. I could see it cooking in her brain after I had thrown the ball back to Azzi after she shot it a little to far and landing into my lap.

“Oh… my sweet…sweet Y/N, I dare you to hit a half-court shot.”

I snorted. “KK, I’m not a hooper. I’m..I’m just a photographer. Not a hooper. I take pictures of hoopers.”

She shrugged. “So? Just try it. Please for lil ole meee.”

I glanced at the rest of the team, who were all watching now, some of them already recording on their phones. Paige crossed her arms, smirking like she already knew what was about to happen.

“Fine,” I sighed, grabbing a ball. “But don’t get your hopes up.”

I lined up at half-court, took a deep breath, and let the ball fly.

Surprisingly nothing but net. On the first try at that.

The entire gym erupted.

KK ran in circles, screaming, while Ice fell to the floor laughing. Paige was grinning like an idiot, and even Coach and every one else looked mildly impressed.

KK immediately posting the video with the caption:

“She secretly a baller..”

I rolled my eyes as my notifications blew up. “You just started something dangerous.”

KK grinned. “Oh, I know.”

The energy in the gym still buzzed from my half-court miracle shot as we returned to the hotel, my phone vibrating nonstop from KK’s Instagram story and TikTok post. Paige had been smirking at me the entire bus ride back, clearly enjoying the chaos KK had unleashed.

Once we stepped into the lobby, I barely had a chance to breathe before Paige grabbed my wrist and started pulling me toward the elevator.

“Let’s go,” she said, a little too smug.

I raised an eyebrow. “Go where?”

“My room.”

“And what makes you think I’m just gonna—”

“Because I miss you,” she cut me off, squeezing my fingers. “And you love me.”

My face warmed, but I let her drag me along, ignoring the knowing looks from the rest of the team. Paige’s room was on a different floor than mine, so when we got there, Yanna and Sarah barely looked up, already sprawled out on their beds watching Netflix.

Paige immediately made herself comfortable, flopping onto her bed and patting the spot next to her. “Come here.”

I rolled my eyes but still crawled in beside her, letting her wrap an arm around my waist as she scrolled through the comments on KK’s post.

“Oh, this one’s my favorite,” she mused, clicking on a reply. “‘She needs to be on the team ASAP.’” She snorted, shaking her head. “They don’t know you have no left hand.”

“Excuse me, I am actually ambidextrous,” I scoffed.

“Exactly.”

I gasped, smacking her arm while she laughed, squeezing me closer in an attempt to avoid my retaliation. We stayed like that for a while, tangled together, my head tucked under her chin as she absentmindedly traced circles on my hip.

For a second, I thought we’d get to just chill like this all night.

But of course, I was wrong.

The door burst open, and before I could react, Ice grabbed my arms while KK grabbed my legs, yanking me off the bed.

“Hey—” I yelped as they carried me out of the room, ignoring Paige’s half-hearted protests.

“She’s ours for a bit,” Ice called over her shoulder.

I barely managed to twist my head back to see Paige sitting up, unimpressed. “Whatever. Bring her back in one piece.”

They hauled me into Azzi’s room, where she sat on the floor, arms crossed. Her hair was a mess, completely undone from the braids she’d had before we came to Chicago.

“Jana’s already knocked out,” she sighed. “And I need my braids redone.”

I blinked. “And this involves me because…?”

“You’re the best at them, besides Kayla of course.”

I groaned but sat down behind her, parting her hair with my fingers. “Y’all really got me working extra jobs on this team.”

Azzi grinned. “That’s why we love you.”

As I started on her braids, my phone rang. I glanced over at the screen, seeing Paige’s name flashing. Before I could even reach for it, Azzi grabbed my phone and answered.

“Hi, Paigey Paige,” she sang, flipping the camera to show me working on her hair.

Paige groaned dramatically through the phone. “Oh, so this is where you are?”

“She’s busy,” Azzi teased.

I rolled my eyes, tying off the braid I’d finished. “Paige, take the melatonin gummies and go to bed. If not, no pre-game kisses before we get off the bus tomorrow.”

There was a beat of silence.

“…You’re evil.”

I grinned. “Goodnight, Paige.”

She huffed but didn’t argue. “Goodnight, baby.”

The call ended, and Azzi smirked over her shoulder. “Whipped.”

I ignored her.

At some ungodly hour, I woke up to the feeling of someone climbing into my bed. I groaned, barely cracking an eye open before I was engulfed in warmth.

Paige.

She buried her face in my neck, arms tight around my waist. “You neglected me,” she muttered, voice thick with sleep.

I sighed, running my fingers through her hair. “I was literally in the same hotel as you.”

“Doesn’t count.”

“Whatever remind me to room with anyone who won’t let you in so early in the morning, a girl needs beauty sleep.”

“Oh you’re already beautiful, baby.”

Kaitlyn coming back in from the gym, “Actually both of you are disgustingly disgusting. By the way you got an hour and thirty before we have to leave.”

I laughed softly, letting her cling to me for a few more minutes before we had to get up.

On the bus ride to the game, Paige was extra cutesy, refusing to let go of my hand. Every few minutes, she’d squeeze it, press lazy kisses to my knuckles, or play with my fingers.

“You act like we’re not about to spend the whole game together,” I teased, adjusting the strap on my camera bag.

“Yeah, but you’ll be working,” she pouted. “I have to get my time in now.”

KK, sitting across from us, gagged. “Y’all are so annoying.”

Paige just smirked, pulling me closer.

By the time we got off the bus at the arena, I was already in game mode, adjusting my camera settings. Paige, on the other hand, had grabbed both my camera equipment and her bag, carrying them like it was nothing.

“Babe, I can—”

“Nope,” she said simply. “Focus on your job.”

I sighed but didn’t argue, appreciating the gesture.

As we walked toward the tunnel, I felt the familiar weight of my main camera strap, but something was missing. My heart sank.

“My backup camera,” I muttered.

Ayanna, walking beside me, turned. “What?”

“I left my backup on the bus.”

Morgan, overhearing, sighed. “Come on, let’s go.”

The three of us turned back, but as we neared the bus, I caught murmurs from a few DePaul fans lingering outside.

“She thinks she’s engaged or something with that ring.”

“I bet Bueckers gave it to her just to keep her quiet.”

I instinctively curled my fingers, my thumb brushing over the silver band. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard something like that, but it still stung.

Ayanna and Morgan tensed beside me, but I quickly shook my head, giving them a warning glance. “Don’t.”

Ayanna clenched her jaw. “They’re talking about you like—”

“I know,” I interrupted softly. “But there are cameras everywhere. Let’s just get my camera and go.”

They exchanged glances but ultimately followed my lead, retrieving my back up camera before heading back inside. I didn’t say anything, but I could tell they were both still fuming.

Just another game. Another moment to capture.

And another day where, ring or not, Paige Bueckers made it clear exactly who I belonged to.

Despite the extra noise surrounding the game, we (they) handled business, securing an 84-58 win. As we walked back to the bus, still riding the high of victory, Sarah and Ice couldn’t resist teasing me about my promise ring.

“Y/N wears that thing like it’s a championship ring,” Sarah joked, nudging Ice.

Ice snickered. “Please, she probably kisses it goodnight.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re both hilarious.”

But, unfortunately, not everyone found it funny.

A group of fans—both UConn and DePaul—lingered near the tunnel, and as soon as they overheard Sarah and Ice, the murmurs started again.

“She’s way too obsessed with that thing.”

“Paige probably regrets giving it to her.”

“She acts like they’re married already.”

Ice took a sharp breath, about to fire something back, but I grabbed her wrist, shaking my head. “Let it go.”

Sarah frowned. “But—”

“Let it go,” I repeated, glancing at the phones already recording.

It wasn’t worth it. I knew what I had with Paige. I didn’t need validation from strangers.

Still, as we got on the bus, I couldn’t stop my fingers from tracing the ring, grounding myself in the quiet reminder that, no matter what anyone said, it was real.

Paige slid into the seat beside me, resting her hand on my knee. “You okay?”

I exhaled, leaning into her. “Yeah. Just… people talk.”

She squeezed my hand. “They always will. But that ring? It means something. We mean something. Hell we meant something long before either of us knew it.”

I looked down at our intertwined fingers, a soft smile finally breaking through. “Yeah. We do. We did.”

And that was all that mattered.

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[flamingpudding]

All right you got my creative juices running with part five of Klarion is Dan yes the first series I ever came to you with

To find him Klarion isn't the only one living in the DC dimension in like the word of protective mother Danny is he sent one of clarion's older siblings to go with him Larsal/Lassie

She was one of the clone children that was created long before Danny knew that was trying to clone him she was one of the first failures

She doesn't really have a physical form as much she is more of like a big pit of water that has like a spiritual like form like Dr Fate

She hates Vlad so much that the entire League of assassins who's also hit him even though they don't know who he is but know that Danny got from Clockwork was about her and visiting

Klarion knows about the quote as the same thing last knows about him being a villain they keep each other secrets cuz they know they make Mom disappointed

When they do have somewhat of a physical form it's a cowgirl with a horse made entirely of Lazarus Pits

Along with that Vlad making surprise visit after feeling someone's littering his name more than usual it's like a call about anytime he knows his children or Daniel is talking about him

Also Batman's freaking out after I think that one of Danny's kids is such a little hater that they made a cult just despite their father which makes the Justice League think Vlad really that bad

This is just the funny idea and I know it's not a good prompt I'm still trying to think of more sorry

Oh I love this! Thanks you!

This is going to be fun in a way I hope! Enjoy~

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Danny barely avoided getting questioned further about his relation to Vlad when he noticed the green post-it note and made a grab for it. "Oh would you look at that! Pop is sending us a message!"

Okay maybe he said that louder than necessary but he needed to change the topic. He didn't need more people on to torment the fruitloop. His own kids were already giving the man enough grief as it was. He didn't need distant cousins or an entire hero society of another dimension coming after the fruitloop too. Not that he would mind that much but some mercy towards the redeemed man would probably be appropriated.

Either way Danny focused his attention on the note only half heartedly listening as Klarion continued his family tree explanation to his little hero friends. He blinked at the note several times before laughing happily. "Would you look at that! Lassie is going to come by! Your Granpa Clock is giving us a heads up, so I can prepare a fresh batch of ectoplasm for her to stay healthy!"

Whatever Klarion was explaining right now was abandoned as he sat up straight. "Lassie is coming too?"

"Well of course she is." Danny hummed happily, thankful for the chance of seeing both his kids that liked to life in the same dimension.

"Lassie?" Red Robin piped up questioning. Oh looks like this is one of Klarions siblings they hadn't gotten to yet regarding explanations.

"Yes my fourth oldest but unofficial second oldest." Danny nodded with a proud mother smile on his face. "She lives in this dimension too to keep an eye on Klarion so he would stay safe and dosen't over do it."

Klarion on the other hand groaned. "I don't need Lassie to baby sit me!"

"Klarion, sweety you were new to the whole living alone in another dimension thing. You spent the longest in FarFrozen and the Ghost Zone with me because of your destabilisation." Danny reprimanded him softly and the teen heroes snickered behind Klarions back to which the witch boy turned to glare at them with a greenish blush across his cheeks.

"So what does that sister of yours look like?" Impulse asked to change the topic and because he took a bit of pity on Klarion for the way his Mom was apparently embarrassing the witch boy. His question resulted in Klarion flipping though the photo album before stopping at an image of Klarion next to a pit of green something. Impulse arched an eyebrow and was about to comment when he got pushed roughly to the side by Red Robin.

"THAT'S A LAZARUS PIT!"

The way Batman's chair clattered to the ground as the man stood up looked every bit like he was going to rush over to the teens spoke for the shock that Red Robin shout had caused. The Ghost King and Klarion on the other hand looked rather calm as they barely reacted to the shout and Danny even motioned to Batman to sit back down again, as the chair that fell rightened itself again.

"Calm down. Lassie is a good child. She wouldn't hurt a fly." Danny told them smiling, not realising that both Batman and Red Robin were giving him increadulous looks behind their mask.

"A.... good child?" Batman repeated his slowly his voice even more tinged with his usual gruff gravel in a way that both Superman and Wonder Woman side eyed him worried while Flash snacked on a pack of melon flavoured ships he snacked from a table.

"She doesn't have a physical body, that is why she is relying on the pits of natural ectoplasm your dimension has. There was a little problem with her physical form and we just couldn't restore it and she refuses to get a unoccupied clone body like Klarion has." Danny explained further not minding the stares he or Klarion were getting.

"Pits of natural ectoplasm?" Batman reiterated, his tone clearly questioning, to which Danny only blinked a couple of times surprised. "I thought your dimension knew what they were? Sure the way you guys use them is strange and Lassie did sound a bit concerned when she told me about it but I didn't think you guys weren't aware what they were."

"No that is not...." Red Robin started but then but himself of as he turned around hurriedly in a defensive position as he noticed someone coming in through the window. He wasn't the only one. All the heroes reacted as one at the new presence, however what they didn't expect was a member of the League of Assassins blinking up at them stunned after climbing in through the window lifting their hands palm up in a gesture of peace.

"Woah hey there calm down! Klarion what the fuck? Why are there so many heroes in your Apartment?" The LoA member spoke up and all eyes turned to Klarion who instead only deadpanned. "I told you Mom was visiting to meet my 'friends'"

"Lassie, what did I tell you about possessing bodies?" The Ghost King piped up in a disapproving tone and they heard the distinctive tone of someone knocking their head against the table, probably Constantine.

"Sorry Mom but there are not Pits of ectoplasm near baby brother I could use to form a body." The LoA member, apparently possessed by Klarion's elder sister replied sheepishly. To say Red Robin was weirded out was an understatement. Usually if he encountered LoA members they were aggressive and most likely there to take him or one of his siblings out.

"That's an League of Assasin member...." He muttered under his breath to which said member laughed. "This guy was the closest to me to use for the moment. Don't worry I will release him later and he won't even remember a thing. I got my little sheep's well trained."

"Little sheep's?" Wonder Girl repeated a hand on her hip as she stared sceptically, to which Klarion face palmed and muttered a low "Sis shut up...."

"No Lassie, don't shut up." Danny intone from the kitchen table he was still sitting at with the other adults, his head was now resting on his hand as he stared at his two kids who visibly flinched.

The LoA member, possessed by Klarions sister, scratched the back of is head nervously as they faced the Ghost King. "Ah Mom, uhm hehe you know funny story..."

The heroes were pretty sure that the room had gotten several degrees colder and they weren't sure if that was because of the mood of a parent about to interrogate their child or because of the Ghost Kings power. (At a later time Constantine swore it were the Ghost Kings powers.) There was a awkward moment of silence the heroes weren't sure if they should be present for that or not especially when Danny stood up and walked over to the teens.

On reflex Wonder Girl, Superboy, Impulse and Red Robin made room for Danny to walk past them as they watched on torn between curiosity and pity, because clearly Klarion and his sister Lassie must have done something they weren't supposed to do. And honestly they were more curious what they did, after all the Ghost King hadn't been that faced when it got revealed that Klarion was more of a Villain than a Hero to them.

"Lassie, what did you do?" The teen heroes couldn't see Danny's face but from the tone they had a feeling that Danny was arching an eyebrow at his children.

Lassie laughed awkwardly once more. "So... you know how grandma Pandora kind of thought us about how our own emotion can influence those around us exposed to our ectoplasm over a long period of time?"

"Lassie..."

"I might have raised something akin to a cult on accident and passed on my personal grudge and hate towards the fruitloop along to them and they might now have the subconscious drill of attack on sight if Vlad ever makes an appearance in this dimension...." The LoA member slowly spoke up which had several of the adult heroes blinking in disbelief.

Batman especially was in shock of hearing about this since had the most interaction with this 'cult' as apparently one of the Ghost Kings children liked to call the League of Assassins. The bat suit wearing hero was about to interject and ask more but stopped when the Ghost King let out a suffering sigh like the most tired parent in existence. "And you didn't think about telling me this sooner because?"

"We don't like to disappoint you Mom." The two children of the Ghost King replied simultaneously like one united front. Danny in response gave his kids a light chuckle. But before Danny could go on any further Red Robin decided it was probably a good time to interject and remind the Ghost King of their presence.

"I got a question if you don't mind..." He lifted his hand like he was in school as he pulled the attention towards him. His curiosity won over his caution of the situation. "Klarion if the Lazarus Pits are actually 'ectoplasm' as you mentioned before, and are largely influenced by your sisters emotion. What happens to guy that bath regularly in them or someone that got thrown in there and game back out rage filled?"

"Red Robin!" Batman call out reprimanding instantly knowing where Red Robins line of question was going.

The possessed LoA member on the other hand blinked at them before scratching their head sheepishly. "I think I know who your talking about. I am still sorry about that second guy. When he got dunked into my ectoplasm, I kinda just came back from a visit home and had a bad fight with Vlad and was especially rage filled towards him."

"So does that mean...?" Red Robin inquired further ignoring Batman's silent glare towards him for even bringing these questions up and just as Lassie was about to answer Danny interjected.

"Lassie, go fix your cult." Another green note at materialised out of nowhere and had fluttered in the air before him and caused the Ghost King to face palm the moment he read it's context.

"Mom?" Both Klarion and Lassie asked with a shared worried glance.

"Vlad has come into the dimension for some reasons and is currently getting chased down by your cult."

There was a stunned silence after which Klarion and Lassie, in the body of the LoA member, broke out laughing hysterically which only caused Danny to lightly glare at his children. Meanwhile the teen heroes weren't sure if they should feel sorry for the old man called Vlad but considering all the red flags they had picked up from what Klarion told them, they felt a little like the man deserved that.

The adults on the other hand felt slightly torn, well mostly Batman. It was clear that this Vlad was a bigger threat than both Klarion and the Ghost King were making him out to be, considering the entire existence of the Lazarus Pits hated that man. But on the other hand as heroes they probably should feel obligated to help the man especially if, according to the Ghost Kings words, he was currently gotten chased in their dimension by the League of Assassins.

Danny on the other hand never felt more like a tired mother than he did right now. Sure he knew about his unofficial second oldest hatred towards Vlad but this certainly was a new level of hate. Especially since she apparently 'accidentally' (he doesn't by that at all) raised an entire cult that subconsciously hated him too.

[dreamingunderacloudysky]

Hello!!! Nice to meet you here!!

Requesting separate HC's for Anya and Curly with gn!reader who miss them so much even for 5 minutes that just make big plushies verison of Anya/Curly to cuddle with

S/O That crochets their partner while they're gone Anya, Curly.

A/N: Interesting prompt, I shall do it! Thank you for the request! Gave it an interesting spin!

For context, the reader crocheted both themselves and their partner so you tow have a crocheted of eachother.

Curly

Is super flattered when you email him a picture of a crocheted version of himself. He'd originally thought you just crocheted a little you for him when he went on the Tulpar.

You send him pictures of little Curly on top of your shared pet with a cowboy hat on, which makes his heart swell with joy.

Every time he has a meeting with the Tulpar crew, he'll use the meeting projector to show all the silly pictures his partner sends to him of mini curly.

One picture is Crochet Curly on the dog against a bunch of mini dinosaur figures set up in a formation; another picture is of the Crochet double with you and it on a swinging bench in your back yard.

Swansea and Jimmy scoff at it, but a small smile curls on each of their lips. Daisuke is asking to help Curly with photography ideas with his own Crochet setting the doll various places on the ship. Anya silently enjoys the little pictures and sketches some of them into her note pad.

When he's alone he'll go through and look at the photo war you guys have between your two crochets.

He really misses you

Anya

Before she boarded the Tulpar, you rushed up and pressed the crochett of you into her hands before leaving a kiss and running back down the railing.

Anya spent the entirety of Tulpar's launch carefully holding the little you in the palms of her hands.

Anya herself may not crochet, but I can tell you that she would be a killer at origami, and she folds little Tulpar coveralls for your crochet to wear.

When the first batch of emails from home came in, Anya clicked on the file you sent and had to hold a hand over her mouth as hot tears welled in her eyes.

Seeing a little version of herself in crochet resting between your fingers, in a little lab coat with a stethoscope around its neck. She wished she could take it all back and be with you instead of this space delivery.

Like curly, Anya takes silly pictures at work of your crochet doing various things like holding the butterfly needle while drawing Swansea's blood or posing dramatically next to the 'Yimpy' sketch on her board.

Anya has made little cartoon comics of adventures your two crochets would go on fighting aliens or the declarations of love that Anya herself could not say out loud.

Her favorite picture is you holding the Anya crochet while in bed with a bag of Wendy's watching terrible reality TV. The Anya Crochet is holding a fry in a chocolate Frostee, a habit that mirrors the nurse's guilty pleasure.

She knows the moment she comes home, she'll tackle you out of your shared bed and not let go for a good while.

A/N: I actually had such a BLAST writing this one! It definately strayed from the original prompt but I hope you enjoyed!