#i want to know if i should pay more attention to this or if this can remain a silly hobby

[c4llezz]

IF WE EVER MEET AGAIN

synopsis: first was an accident, second a coincidence, but meeting a third time? that had to be fate.

TW: none

genre: fluff

word count: 1.7k

sophia loved walking by herself. she liked to explore every country she traveled to. so when she arrived to la to start t&d, she had to walk around the city she was going to live for a long time.

la was known for its cultural diversity, and she knew she could encounter any kind of situation there. what she didn’t expect was for a girl on a skateboard to crash right in front of her.

sophia looked at the figure on the floor with wide eyes. the girl on the floor groaned from the pain and sat slowly. “fuck”

“are you okay?” she asked worriedly.

you looked up, squinting your eyes because of the sun “i must have died, because i’m seeing an angel”

the filipina rolled her eyes, unimpressed by the lame pickup line. then she noticed blood coming out of your left brow and quickly crouched down, looking for tissues in her purse.

after that you spent all day together, visiting different shops and exchanging some past anecdotes. at the end of the day you even walked her to the house she was sharing with the other girls. “there’s a lot of people in there” you observed.

“it’s a little crowded. but it’s fun” she said “today was fun too.”

you nodded, a little distracted by the girls who were looking at both of you through the window trying to be subtle, but failing miserably. “i think they are waiting for you”

sophia chuckled, turning around to see all the girls hiding “i guess i’ll see you another day?” she asked. when she didn’t receive an answer she turned back to you, but you had disappeared, along with her wallet.

dream academy was a nightmare, but sophia made it.

now the katseye members were traveling to colombia, to film the music video for their debut song. that meant a new place for sophia to explore and discover.

sophia wandered around the streets of medellín, the weather was so nice and the city had so many green trees everywhere that taking pictures of the city and its people was so easy.

she also noticed lots of walls were painted with beautiful drawings and graffiti. one in particular caught her attention.

it was still in progress, the person painting was probably taking a break because she could see brushes and cans of paint on the floor. but something about it called out to her.

“you like it?” the sudden voice startled her, and she quickly put distance between her and the other person.

she recognized you instantly, even if your hair was now longer and dyed.

“you!” she yelled “what are you doing here?”

confused, you said “i live here?”

“oh really? with the money you stole from me?”

“i didn’t steal anything.” you raised your hands at her accusation

she raised her eyebrows “then where is my wallet? i had ten bucks there, you need to pay them back.”

“that was like two years ago.”

she shrugged, “i need ten bucks for my uber, i could’ve used the ones you took right now.”

“first of all, like i’ve said, i didn’t take any wallet. second, if you walked here, you can walk back.”

“i’m not walking back alone at this hour“

“i’ll go with you then” you offered

she looked at you suspiciously “so you can disappear and leave me talking alone again?”

you sighed, she clearly held a grudge for what happened the first time you met “i’m sorry. for leaving like that. it was my last day in la and my flight was early in the morning, but i should have said a proper goodbye.”

“i guess i forgive you for that. not for my wallet tho.”

you rolled your eyes, not even bothering to defend yourself anymore “you know what, it’s decided, i’ll drive you to your hotel.”

she pursed her lips, thinking about your proposal “fine. but i want to explore the city a little more.”

“then let me show you my city.”

with raised eyebrows she said “your city? i don’t see your name on it.”

“it’s there, you just have to look for it.”

after taking sophia to some hidden gems that not many tourists knew about and treating her to a nice dinner that definitely cost more than 10 dollars, you drove her to where she was staying.

you parked your motorcycle a few blocks away from the hotel, because the girl said she couldn’t be seen arriving on something so reckless (whatever that meant).

“thanks for showing me your city” she joked after taking off her helmet.

you bowed “it was my pleasure, your highness.”

you walked her to the entrance and she called the elevator. while waiting for it to arrive, she turned around “it was nice seeing you again… wait, i don’t know your name” the sudden realization of never asking for it hit her. she didn’t ask the first time you met in los angeles even when you talked so much about your past, and even after joking about not seeing your name anywhere in the city of the eternal spring, she didn’t realize she didn’t know it.

your lips turned up slightly, amused by the situation “i was waiting for you to find out about that. but i don’t know yours either so we are even.”

her eyes widened, she hadn’t told you her name either “oh! my name is-“

“wait” you stopped her “don’t tell me. if we find each other again, we’ll do things right.” the elevator’s door opened and she stepped in nodding at your words “and it will be an opportunity to return this” you lifted your hand, showing her new wallet.

the last thing you saw before the doors closed was the girl’s mouth on the floor, eyes wide. you laughed quietly, you really were looking forward to your next meeting, whenever that would be.

the girls have been working hard. they had traveled to korea to film the mv for their new song and they finally had a chance to get some rest.

which meant sophia was walking around seoul, even though she had been there a few times, she still enjoyed walking around the city and its streets.

she went on a shopping spree with the card that you had not stolen!

when sophia saw her wallet in your hand, she panicked. she tried to stop the elevator but it was too late. she looked around her tote bag to confirm her wallet was missing but she found everything that was inside of it still with her. how did you do all that without her noticing? she was going to get her answer, along with your name, the next time you met.

she smiled at the memory of last year. she had to admit that every time she went to a different country she hoped she’ll find you there, but alas, matching with someone you didn’t even know the name of three times was definitely not the most possible thing.

sophia found you intriguing. an artist who drives a bike and knows how to skate. typical bad boy in a movie. but you weren’t a boy, and you were not bad, not the person she had met twice at least (yes, you had taken her wallet, but you didn’t steal anything)

she hadn’t thought about you lately but today felt nostalgic, wandering around a city alone, enjoying the vibe the tourists and citizens had, looking for someone in the crowd of people. she had grown to appreciate moments like this, even if at the end of the night the thing she hoped for didn’t happen.

she turned onto a small street in hongdae, coming across a small tteokbokki place. the smell of food called out to her, but the sight outside of it called out more.

against the wall was a ladder a girl standing on it with a brush on her hand, hair up so it couldn’t obstruct the view. the jacket around her waist looked like the one you had been wearing the night she encountered you in medellín. could it be you?

an old woman came out of the shop and called out a name sophia didn’t catch, but the girl turned around, her face now visible. the woman said something in korean, sophia only understood the word food, if she wasn’t so distracted maybe she could’ve understood more, but she was still looking at the girl.

the same girl she met in los angeles when she had just started training. the girl she met later on, when her dream had finally come true in colombia. and now the girl she met when things were starting to look promising in the future of the group.

you went down the ladder and that’s when you finally saw her. you blinked once and then again just to confirm that you weren’t dreaming. “no way” you said, a smile forming on your face.

sophia came closer and tilted her head “you live here too?”

“i think i live wherever you show up.”

the filipina smiled. something about your comment made her feel warm inside. “i think it’s time for proper introductions, miss thief.”

so you invited her into the shop. it turned out the owner was friends with your mom and she had asked you to paint something for her, so you made a quick trip to korea meant to last less than two weeks.

you talked about everything. she finally told you about her job, and you finally learned each other’s names.

at the end of the night, you walked her to her place. it had become some sort of tradition.

“so what now?” she asked when you stopped at her door.

“the mural is almost finished, i’m leaving in a few days.” you said “unless you ask me to stay longer.”

she bit her lip, suppressing her smile “what if i don’t?”

you shrugged “i guess we’ll have to meet in another country.”

“france?”

“i prefer italy”

“italy it is” she said then turned around to get inside. she stopped when you lightly grabbed her wrist.

“what if i want to see you sooner?”

she came closer to your ear and whispered, “come find me in los angeles.” then she winked and disappeared behind the door, leaving you without your wallet, but with a place to go back to.

[mischiefmaker615]

Prompt 10. Reader wants to be cheeky and close their legs while Loki is preparing them and Loki doesn’t take kindly to it.

Promp: "Spread your legs wider."

Rating: R (breeding kink(?))

Promp Series: HERE

Teasing is a cruel form of play.

Not the kind where you both are slowly warming each other up to lead towards the main event- no.. the teasing kind where it would send one another into silent chaos and fumes. The kind where you should have quite while you were ahead..  but Loki was just so hot when he got commanding.

Right now he had you laying on your back, sprawled out with your wrists tied above your head. You were no stranger to being bound, but this particular time was because you decided to touch yourself without permission- thus the loss of those limbs. The only source of light for you both was coming from the crack in your curtains that teased the morning sunlight along skin and sheets.

His perfect backline lay on display before you were you strained your neck to keep your head lifted while he continued kissing down your stomach and began paying attention to each hip bone. He loved to run his hands up and down your sides, feeling how sensitive the skin got when you would tense at a particular area that threatened a giggle. He was in no rush, relishing in your soft breaths that cut short every time he would nip or suck a new mark along your flesh.

It was all so wonderful.. you relished every second of it.. but your cheekiness seemed to nag an idea at you where you just couldn’t seem to push it away. Your heart race, knowing this could go deliciously good, or deliciously bad and your teeth caught your bottom lip in the subtle yet losing debate on what to choose. By the time his lips began to decent to where you desperately needed, you went with this playful idea and your legs suddenly snapped shut in front of him.

This had him slightly flinch back in surprise, almost like the moment was snapped back into reality as if he were daydreaming the whole thing and now having woken up. His demeanor took an impressive second to take back control before his eyes narrowed and pierced yours while he raised himself higher to look over your knees.

‘’open.’’

Just that look alone, had you wanting to spread your legs instantly and let him have his way with you. His fingers stayed resting close to your knees, ready to demand but wished for you to obey the order. You really should, but the more he looked at you, the more you wondered how much deliciously worse it could get.

Narrowing your eyes back but with a sly grin, you squeezed your legs shut more just enough for his fingers to tell. The continuation move just now had you regretting it- another reminder to just quite while your ahead because in that moment, Loki’s expression turned to scary calm while he moved away from you off the bed.

Your expression became slight concern, brows furrowed in confusion and stomach twisting with excitement while your eyes followed him form. He stood at the end of the bed, hands clasped behind his back and showing off his glorious naked form shamelessly. His eyes wondered, almost assessing and it made you begin to squirm under his watchful eye.

You were half expecting him to have flipped you over, or force your legs open, or use some sort of magic to have his way with you for your refusal. What he did instead had your eyes widening and neediness washing over you while your eyes traveling to his hand.

‘’what am I going to do with you darling..’’ he sighed.

Just one hand began to stroke himself, slowly but thorough while his eyes looked over your bound form. Small hums began to leave his lips while his chin tilted up ever so slightly with the threat of his eyes fluttering closed. This bastard was gonna get off by just looking at you- what about you?? How the Hel was this fair?

‘’aren’t I in this position for touching myself?” you noted sharply, the brat in you still alive while you squirmed to get your arms free and your eyes glanced from his, to his cock.

‘’I was about to give you what you wished darling, but clearly you didn’t want it. What am I suppose to do then?” he sighed almost dramatically, acting like he had no choice before his breath hitched while he swiped his thumb now and again across the tip.

‘’Lokiii that’s not-‘’

‘’fair? I gave you an order my love, you selected to ignore it.’’ He smirked, his expression clearly finding it hard to concentrate on you while his hand began to move faster.

‘’fine fine- I’ll be good.. here-‘’ you held back a huff while your voice elected to whine instead and you slowly opened your legs for him.

His eyes instantly dropped to your soaking cunt, obviously you had been getting aroused by the mere sight of him doing such an act- despite the strange jealousy you felt with it. With a smirk, his eyes flicked to yours briefly and his hand began to go faster.

‘’more.’’

You hesitated, lips looking for the right question while you thought about your next movement. Was this a tease? An illusion where he was almost about to get his before he’d punish you by shoving it all in at once and begin to pound you? The possible promise had you wiling to take that chance and you spread your legs more.

His breath hitched, his eyes squeezing shut briefly before they returned on your form, his head falling back to his shoulders while he watched you through half lidded eyes. ‘’come on love..’’ he growled out, his voice raspy with lust while you bit your bottom lip seductively, as if to seduce him to come back to you. ‘’spread your legs wider..’’

Taking a deep breath, you spread your legs until you felt like you couldn’t anymore, arching your back a little while your arms stretched out to even hold onto the ties that stretched from the bedposts. ‘’Loki.. I’m-‘’

Your words were cut off by a yelp, more startled if anything when you felt warm liquid land onto your pelvis, breasts and cunt. the sight before you held mild betrayal if it wasn’t so beautiful.. his eyes were squeezed closed, brows furrowed and head tilted back. His hand gave lazy strokes to ride himself out and his breathing came out with pleasurable shudders.

You knew. By keeping your legs shut, he had decided to tease you as well. Didn’t feel good to you, it didn’t feel good for him. the lesson. Though he was the only one that got pleasure in the end while you pouted, shivering while the warm liquid ran amongst your skin and trickled against your folds.

Hot mess.

‘’Loki.. I’m sorry.. -for denying you with a tease..’’ you whimpered, looking up at him with puppy eyes while he drew in a breath before his eyes found yours with love.

‘’darling, I’m far from mad at you.’’ He chuckled and rested a knee onto the mattress before his body lowered and began to crawl towards you. ‘’I merely wish to show you that if you wish to bestow mischief upon the god of mischief, it’s a game you will not win.’’ He purred before he lowered himself onto his stomach and his arms hooked around to bring your legs to rest against his shoulders.

‘’but-‘’ you began, squirming with need for his mouth by his cock was what was expected, and he knows it.

Chuckling, he cuts you off by blowing gently against your cunt, the different temperature having you tense and bite your bottom lip with a moan. ‘’punishment is to still be given darling. you will need to earn my cock, but I shall not leave you necessarily with want.’’

And with that, he dipped his head down and began to run his tongue along your cunt- his arousal having mixed now with yours into the perfect concoction for pleasure. He even ran a finger along your stomach, having gathered up some of his seed before he began gently and slowly push it into your ready entrance.

You let out a moan, feeling how his digit filled you up and ran against all your sweet spots while his skillful tongue began to flick and tease against your clit. Your hips rose instinctually, back arching while his other hand moved to gently lay across your body to keep you down and still. The wet sounds that came from your cunt and his mouth were damn near pornographic and your moans came out shamelessly along with his.

He had barely got started and you already felt that familiar coil begin to tighten inside of you. Then again, you had a damn good visual tease and just the memory of it had you buck your hips a little, his arm adding a bit more pressure while he took that as a signal that you were almost there.

The sound of fabric stretching appeared above your head but you didn’t care. You knew you were pulling against them, the need to tangle your fingers in his hair making you clench your fists around the binds. You almost felt bad for your thighs instinctually beginning to squeeze around his head but as he’s reassured numerous times before, he can take it.

It wasn’t long before your pleasure was at its peak, that glorious cliff where you needed just a couple more seconds before you would gain your orgasm. By the grace of mercy, Loki gave you no more torment or teasing and indicated how he would allow you to cum when he plunged his tongue into your entrance with the tip of his nose pressing against your clit. His head bobbed up and down, rubbing your clit simultaneously while he tongue fucked your weeping cunt.

That did it and with a few more deep plunges, your orgasm washed over you hard. A cry left your mouth, making your body almost converse while you arched off the bed. Loki held fast, determined to not ease up until he’d have you a twitching and panting hotter mess and that’s exactly what you ended up being. You hadn’t even realized when he released your wrists when you felt the familiar soft locks run against your fingertips and you instinctually curled them into a grip.

‘’fuck..’’ you breathed out, trying to catch your breath that kept hitching every time Loki’s nose would brush against your bud before you finally felt his tongue leave your entrance, followed by the rest of his face.

‘’good girl..’’ he praised with a whisper, his grip of you loosening while he turned to press gentle kisses against the inside of your thigh, your own arousal being felt brushing against your skin from his face until your legs weakly left his shoulders to fall limp on the mattress.

‘’I don’t necessarily regret anything..’’ you whispered with a grin, your arms immediately reaching out when he came into view to lay beside you.

Loki chuckled while he gathered you up in his arms, feeling your cheek press against his chest while he lay back with a content sigh.

‘’I’ll be sure to tie your legs up next time then.’’

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[marvelrivalsplayer69420]

daredevil and punisher with a stoner!reader

a\n: Matt and Frank aren’t really stoners so I thought to write something with a stoner!reader for them!

tags: marijuana, drug use, fluff, mentions of injuries\blood in Matt’s section, one use of y\n in Matt’s section.

Daredevil ⚖️

Matt has only done weed once or twice back in college and he didn’t really enjoy it because it made it really hard for him to use his senses and it was genuinely disorienting for him. so he doesn’t touch the stuff.

but he’s accepting of you taking it as long as you and him are both at home when you do it, he doesn’t want you to experience a trip alone even if you’ve been doing it alone countless times. he wants to be there just in case you have a bad trip.

when he knows you’re getting high that night, he makes sure you have a snack and some water when you’re just starting out. he also enjoys sitting with you while you smoke or the edible starts to hit. he just likes being around you in general, but he doesn’t mind taking on the role of tripsitter.

when you’re high, he’s the one guiding you around. you probably even find yourself keeping your eyes closed while talking to him and not even realizing you’re making yourself blind.

he puts a hand on your face when he’s noticed you moving clumsier than usual when you’re high and he finally realizes your eyes have been closed for god-knows-how-long. his brow just furrows and he has this confused, amused smile on his face, like he can’t believe that you did this but he’s also worried about how high you are.

“How long have your eyes been closed?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your eyes are closed. You’ve been walking around with your eyes closed while I guide you.”

“Ohhh shit, I didn’t even notice…”

“…I think you should stay in bed for the rest of the night. Can’t have you walking around in the dark like this.”

“But you do it all the time!”

“I’m not high all the time, darling. And I can perceive things a lot better than you can while you’re like this.”

You pout and protest but let him put you in bed where you just hang out for the rest of the night.

Matt loves having you on top of him, your head nestled into his chest while your slur your words. Matt can barely understand your words and gives some short responses, but he’s paying way more attention to the sound of your body. he’s making sure your breathing and heartrate are normal and your stomach isn’t growling. eventually you fall asleep against him and he just basks there, not minding if he’s uncomfortable because listening to you sleep is more comforting.

when you get munchies, Matt is more inclined to order a lot of takeout that you can share rather than cook a huge meal and try to keep you occupied. you always end up eating more than he does and even dipping into some of the food he got for himself, but he doesn’t complain. he just smiles and makes sure both of you get enough to eat.

he wants to know when you’re getting high because the last thing Matt wants to do is come home bloody and in need of being patched up while you’re too high to hold a needle straight. that’s a nightmare for both of you.

one time Matt comes home late at night after a daredevil outing (he went to get patched up somewhere else before coming home) to find you high as hell, laying on the couch with empty bowls that once held the takeout you and him had the night before. he takes care of the dishes, drapes a blanket over you, takes off his daredevil suit, and just drops himself in the recliner and drifts off.

if you ever made weed food, Matt could immediately smell it out in the food. no way he’s eating those fresh-baked brownies on the counter, he knows they’re full of weed. but one time Foggy comes over and Matt has to warn him.

“Don’t take those.”

“What? Why not? They’re brownies, man. Homemade brownies from your amazing partner, of course I’m gonna eat a few.”

“Don’t. They have pot in them.” Matt says, nearly swatting Foggy’s outstretched hand.

“Ohh, I didn’t know y\n knew how to party. You ever try any or do you just play tripsitter?”

“I don’t like the sensations so I just make sure they’re safe and taken care of.”

Punisher 💀

Frank has had some preconceived notions about stoners: he used to think they were lazy and a bit dull. he’s a surprised and uncertain when he finds out you do it but it doesn’t make him think less of you. he just has no experience with it and he's worried for your safety. he demands to know where you got it, from what brand, and if you take him with to the dispensary he’s asking the poor employee so many questions about it.

and now he’s looking up stuff on his phone and he finds himself better equipped with the knowledge needed to take care of you while you're high.

however, he wants to lay down some rules: Frank has to be home when you do it and you should tell him beforehand, don’t try to cook anything, don't go outside, and stay in bed.

he’s a helicopter boyfriend the whole time, always hovering and getting you anything and everything you want as long as you just stay seated. but at a later, more intense stage of your high, he’s carrying you to bed and making you stay horizontal for the rest of the night while you veg out and he's watching you like a hawk. as if you'd somehow be moving around a lot when it feels like your body is melting into the bed.

imagine: you are high as hell in bed, laying on your back. Frank is staring at you and looking you over to make sure you're okay, your mouth open as you stare back at him and he's just staring back. you have a staring contest. his lip curls just a little bit at the corner when he realizes you’re just staring at him because he’s keeping an eye on you.

one time you ask him if he’d still love you if you were a worm, visibly tearing up while Frank looks at you with pure confusion. but then he immediately tries to comfort you because he sees you’re emotionally caught up in the hypothetical.

“Uh, yeah sweetheart. Of course I’d still love ya. I’d get you all the dirt you want and… keep you in a nice a compost bin or somethin’. Whatever you want.”

Frank actually finds himself looking forward to feeding you while you’re high. you just eat so much and he loves to spoil you, so sometimes he’ll make you a whole pot of mac and cheese or order you a big pizza and just let you tear through all of it while he watches.

he’s got you perched in his lap, hand slowly rubbing your back while the other hand is holding you up by your waist as you just devour a pizza or a huge bowl of pasta or some other huge portion of your favorite meal. he makes you take short breaks between bites to drink huge gulps of water and by the end of your meal you’re absolutely stuffed full and can hardly move.

“I swear to God, mac and cheese tastes so much better while high,” you say between huge bites of your comically large bowl of mac and cheese.

“Yeah, that right baby?” Frank says with a soft smile as he holds you, keeping his attention all on you. “Better keep eatin’ it then.”

Frank puts you to sleep like you’re a baby. he’s got you perched up on his lap while you’re on the couch, his knee rocking just a little bit and you end up falling asleep against his chest. he presses a kiss to your cheek with a smile and carries you to bed. then he cleans up and goes to join you in bed, for once not caring too much about waking you up when he gets in because he knows you’ll either stay dead asleep or you’ll go right back to sleep after you wake because you’re still high.

if you somehow manage to convince Frank to take a hit (only one), he’s going to be in bed with you just clinging, holding your whole weight against him. he sleeps like a baby the first time. he decides to indulge in just a single hit right before going to bed some nights. while it does help him sleep, he doesn't love feeling intoxicated and won't indulge in it often — he prefers to keep his mind sharp in case of an emergency.

one time he comes home to see brownies on the counter and without thinking he takes a bite of one. he immediately stops because he can taste the weed. he puts the brownie on a plate and brings it to you like a dad who just found your stash.

“Wanna tell me what this is?”

“Oh, those are my weed brownies. I made them a bit of a higher dose so — wait, did you take a bite out of that one?”

“Yeah. Just a bite. Didn’t eat anything more because I could taste it. Label ‘em next time so I don’t get myself high by accident, okay babydoll?”

Frank can feel it a bit later and he’s fighting to keep a sharp mind but when you get high on those brownies he can’t help but loosen up a little. not by much, just enough to find himself laughing at your worse jokes and eating a big meal with you before you both head to bed together to sleep it off. he doesn't really act high at all, still trying to keep his mind sharp even if it feels a little fuzzy at the edges.

[danaens]

SEX AND GOTHAM CITY

EPISODE 2

SILK DRESSES, OLD SCARS… and casual sex

I stumble back from another disorienting Saturday night, the kind where you wake up genuinely grateful you did. The evening was a blur of too many Cosmos and one charming guy named Henry, whose skin smelled like Dior Sauvage and who gave off strong I want to sleep with you energy.

And that’s when I start to wonder: is casual sex still a right… or, in Gotham, has it become a calculated risk, with a survival rate?

In a city where turning the corner might get you killed, the bed of a stranger becomes either a grave… or a cradle of protection from the world outside.

And let’s be honest: here, danger doesn’t discriminate. You could fall into the arms of a sex-addicted maniac, or a nymphomaniac with a taste for bondage and taxidermy.

In doubt, I sacrifice myself, for research purposes, obviously, and end up tangled in the sheets with Mister Henry. Sheets that, fittingly, smell of odd fantasies.

He’s a political activist. Forty something. A fellow journalist who fills columns ranting about how Batman is a fascist and the enemy of democracy. God… maybe being tied up and sodomized would’ve been more fun.

Between one moan and the next… between his gasps of "Justice belongs to the people, not just one tyrant!"…I survive. Unfortunately.

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Henry Fontana, 43, Journalist and Activist, Gotham Gazette: "I don’t do casual sex that often. I don’t just go with anyone. I like interesting women... the ones who can hold a conversation."

(Which doesn’t matter, because he does all the talking)

Cecilia Burleigh, 23, Architecture Student, AUG: "Casual sex scares me. I mean, it excites me too, the idea of sleeping with someone who only wants you for that, but also terrifies me. My friends have all ended up in… weird situations."

Lydia Child, 23, Architecture Student, AUG (Cecilia’s friend): "I had a friend-with-benefits thing. Then he fell in love with me, and that was the end of it. With strangers though? One guy once took me to his basement and said he had a kidnapping fetish. He was supposed to be the one kidnapped..."

Dr. Ralph Farnham, 36, Physician at Blackgate: "I have sex every day... sometimes I don’t even pay attention to the face."

Silver St. Cloud: "For me, casual sex is the only kind I have with men. That’s how they should be taken, on top, or when you’re bent over. If there are feelings involved, taking it from behind stops being pleasure and starts being pain."

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As I write this all down, I feel a strange sense of contradiction bubbling up.

I’ve spent years working the streets, met more men than I care to count, and now that it's not work but pleasure, I’m… afraid?

Tonight, the Wayne Foundation is hosting one of those classic “charity” events, where the only charity is the open bar. For my friends and me, it’s Christmas in heels: silk gowns, bad botox, and unlimited Pinot Grigio. Silver is, of course, front and center, clipboard in hand, like the prom queen she never stopped being.

But this year’s invite includes a chilling clause: "Guests are requested to attend with a companion.”

Translated from Gothamesque: if you're single, stay home.

Apparently, Gotham’s elite isn’t ready for “single empowerment.”

Sunday morning. The only mass I attend religiously is brunch at Vesper’s. Her apartment is peak minimalist-chic: cream-colored walls, nude female art, and black fig candles that scream expensive.

Silver dives into the scrambled eggs. "They only write that for show" she says between sips of mimosa, in that voice that sounds like she knows everything and judges nothing. "You don’t have to bring a man."

"Well, I’m tired of the formality" I reply. "Why assume I need a plus-one just to walk through the door? This isn’t a gala, it’s a secret society initiation."

Barbara, naturally sarcastic, chimes in with a smirk: "It’s all a ploy. They’re scouting who’s got the genes for fashionable heirs."

I burst out laughing. So hard I spill coffee on my new blouse. Goodbye, vintage Armani-from-a-street-market.

"Bianca!" Vesper gasps, like I’ve just cursed in church. "I actually think it’s cute" she continues, dreamy-eyed. "Assuming everyone has a ‘someone’... it’s kind of romantic."

Silver looks at her like she just suggested reviving the corset. "Honey, half the women those men bring are escorts picked up between Crime Alley and Park Row." She glances at me."And no offense to the escorts. But there’s nothing romantic going on here."

"I met a lawyer the other day" Vesper says, all conspiratorial. "His name is Harvey."

Barbara raises an eyebrow. "Harvey Dent? He’s fifteen years older than you and has double the personalities."

"So what?" Vesper replies. "He invited me to the gala. He’s sweet."

"Again with the dynasty concept..." I mutter, dabbing coffee off my blouse, wondering if baking soda can fix regret.

The day I decide to write about casual sex, I realize that in Gotham, it’s not just a fear, it’s a taboo. At least for the upper crust, who still want you fake, married, and smiling.

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For the gala, I choose a white satin dress and my trusty Afghan jacket. I feel like Penny Lane in a sea of fake James Bonds and bleached-blonde Vesper Lynds.

Cosmo number three. My girls are scattered across the social jungle, probably flirting with predators in tailored tuxedos. I look around. Silver’s right: the escorts are everywhere. And yes, I recognize a few. Gotham is a handkerchief, small, sparkly, and full of gunpowder.

"So drinking’s a vice now?" A voice behind me. Male, familiar..I turn around. It’s him, the guy I ran into the other day.

"I wasn’t drunk" I say, which isn’t a total lie. "I was... dazed. Nothing’s a vice if you do it with awareness."

He laughs. Dangerous smile. This time, in a black suit that looks guilty on purpose. "So you’re Bianca. The girl who writes about sex. Didn’t recognize you last time." He smirks. "Read your article. The one about vigilantes. It's funny."

"You think vigilantes are funny?"

"No. But you are."

"You should be complimenting my looks, not making me feel like a stand-up clown."

He laughs again. He has a cut on his lip, and that smile,it’s honest. Like it’s the first one in years. "Making someone laugh is a gift. Clowns don’t have it. They just piss me off."

I smile back. It’s somewhere between hard and soft. But only his eyes seem soft. The rest? It’s all armor. He doesn’t smell like Dior or Versace. He smells like tobacco and masculinity, heavy, gritty, real.

"I’m Jason, by the way. Jason Todd" he says, not warmly, but definitely with intent.

"And I’m Bianca Bradshaw. But you already knew that. You look out of place." (It’s the classic line we all say at these parties.)

"I’m family. But still out of place. You? You seem comfortable."

"Comfortable, but not family." I answer honestly. I’ve adapted here, but this world? It’s not like where i came from.

"What are you writing about now?" he asks, bold as ever.

"Casual sex. And how dangerous it is. You know, for a woman, the idea of wanting to sleep with someone but being terrified he’s a psycho..."

He sips his bourbon. "Gotham’s dangerous for everyone."

And there it is,the awkward pause. I’m probably being too shallow. I am charismatic, but I say stupid things. And for once, I don’t know why I’m second-guessing myself. Jason’s interesting. He could be another test subject for my article. But he’s not easy. Getting under his covers seems harder than getting in his head.

Another guy calls out to him, slightly shorter, friendlier, but with those same Gotham-tough eyes.

And just like that… Jason disappears.

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Maybe unlike other women, I'm not afraid of casual sex, I'm afraid of feelings. Whether they are positive or not. I'm afraid of when I'm not the one putting the cards on the table, but there's someone else who mixes them.

So I ask myself

In Gotham is more dangerous casual sex or having feelings for someone?

I hope you like this episode, let me know <3 In the next ones I'll try to delve into the other girls too!! I really enjoy writing, I hope you also read.

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right out of a rom com movie - 2k

hey !! this is the continuation to this post, so make sure to check it out (or not, it doesn’t really matter if you don’t read part one first)

summary: reader and spencer go out on a double date with jj and will and the atmosphere is set to offer them the best rom com setting. c.warning: none. just two fools in love and a ton of rom coms references. a/n: i had the best time writing this omg !! i love these two so much, and i love writing about people in love. let me know if you want more of these two fools in love because i could definitely write more about them

at some point during dinner, it had started raining. the soft splatter of the water on the window next to your table was a great companion to the light chatter around you. you were staring at the rivulets running down the glass when spencer’s voice called your attention.

“are you okay?” he asked softly. his hand was resting on the table, so close to yours your pinkies almost touched.

you smiled at him. “yeah. i’m just thinking i should’ve picked an umbrella this morning.”

“we can share mine,” he offered. and you were about to kindly reject it, out of habit. then you remembered that you didn’t have to pretend you didn’t want him as close to you as was humanly possible anymore.

“sure.” you nodded, he smiled.

from the other side of the table, jj smiled softly at the sight of both of you. how long had this little game between you two been going on? a year? more maybe? what she knows for sure is that you really thought no one around you realized how obvious both of you were.

spencer seemed to believe that no one noticed the way his eyes lingered on the threshold right after you left a room, or the way his lips always turned upwards whenever someone brought up your name in a casual conversation. and you surely thought yourself sleek, thinking that nobody would notice how you always carried a small notebook where you wrote the names of theorists and research papers spencer mentioned, in hopes that, one day, you could catch up with his brain and you both could have a conversation in which somebody finally understood every single one of his references.

her chest felt warm as she watched the way you looked up at him, bright eyed and with a soft, loving smile pulling at your lips. spencer was talking—because of course he was—and you seemed to pay attention to each and every single one of his words, hanging onto them like they contained the key to eternal joy. at some point, he was brave enough to intertwine your pinkies over the table cloth and jj slapped will’s arm, subtly pointing at your hands with her chin. will’s eyebrows shot up.

“well, it’s about time,” he murmured, bringing his glass to his lips. jj laughed under her breath.

after paying the tab, the time came to leave the restaurant. not only had it not stopped raining, but what had started as calm and soft rain, had suddenly turned into a full-on storm. the sky would light up every couple of minutes, thunder breaking though soon after. jj and will were quick to pull out their umbrellas, holding their free hands.

“i had so much fun tonight, guys!” she said, smiling. will nodded next to her.

“we should repeat some other time. the four of us.”

“definitely,” spencer agreed as he started opening his umbrella. you did your best to hold up your pants so the bottom didn’t get completely soaked. jj noticed and looked at you worriedly.

“did you forget your umbrella?” she asked.

“yeah.” you sighed. “i left it on the kitchen counter this morning as i grabbed my lunch.”

“do you…” she was about to offer you hers, but she stopped in her tracks, looking at spencer over your shoulder. he didn’t say anything, didn’t need to. jj smiled at him. “nevermind.”

spencer nodded, thankful that his friend understood him without words. jj was one of the few people who actually understood spencer and how his brain worked.

“i’ll see you guys on monday, then. have a good night.”

“you too, jj. will, it was so good seeing you again.” you waved goodbye at them.

spencer and you stood there, staring at your friends as they both disappeared down the sidewalk. letting a contempt sigh out, you turned to spencer, who was already waiting for you with his dark umbrella open, offering his arm.

“oh, what a gentleman,” you joked, intertwining your arm with his.

only for you. “where did you park your car?” he asked, instead.

“oh, it’s a couple of blocks down the street. you don’t have to walk me there, really. it’s a long way and it’s raining like crazy. i’ll understand if…” for the first time, it was you babbling like crazy instead of him, and spencer thought he’d never found anything or anyone more adorable.

“i really want to walk you to your car, believe me. i’m not ready for this date to be over.”

you could feel your cheeks heat.

“god, spencer. have you been binge watching classic rom coms, or something like that?” you asked, glazing away from him, for fear he’d see exactly just how much you’d liked it.

“maybe.” he huffed a laugh. “you know i love researching for my passion projects.”

“is that what this is? a passion project?”

“the most important one i’ve ever faced so far. and i have several doctorates, so that should tell you something.”

that made you laugh, and spencer smiled at the sound. he readjusted the umbrella, so it covered you, never mind the left arm of his coat was already soaking wet.

“can i ask what your little research has consisted off?”

“well, i had the scientific base covered. you know, the physiological and chemical aspects of romantic interactions. how the human body reacts to the different chemical reactions happening in our brains.” he started going over some of his favorite scientific theories on love, and you couldn’t help but smile because you loved moments like these with him. “but i needed help with the rest.”

“what do you mean ‘the rest’?”

“i’ve never been good with words, much less with physical touch, specially the kind that would indicate physical attraction or a romantic interest.” he was so into his own mind, speaking so factually, that he didn’t seem to realize what he had just admitted out loud. “so i asked for help. morgan gave me some hints on how to talk and act, he taught me to read some of the signs that usually let him know the girls he’s talking to are interested in him. and penelope gave me a list of movies to watch.”

slowing your step, you asked, “can i ask what movies were on that list?”

“well, there were a couple of bridget jones’ movies. then there was also… oh, how to lose a guy in ten days. i actually really liked that one. but definitely one of my favorite ones of the list was four weddings and a funeral.”

that made you laugh out loud. penelope, you sneaky little….

“what? you don’t like it?” spencer asked, frowning down at you.

“no, no. it’s not that. that’s actually my favorite romance movie. it has been since i first watched it as a teen.”

“well, it is a very good movie.”

holding tighter onto his arm, you nodded. “it is.”

you continued walking towards your car, and the rain continued pouring. you could feel the water seeping into your shoes, the bottom of your work pants completely soaked and sticking to your ankles. but you didn’t care because, there, with your arm perfectly fitting into the crook of spencer’s and your steps matching, you could swear you had never felt more comfortable. so much so that when your red car appeared in the distance you hoped it would disappear or teleport a couple blocks further away, just so you had an excuse to remain close to him, hearing him talk and laugh and joke.

“here it is,” you said, looking around the parking for his car. “where’s…?”

“oh, mine’s all the way down that street.” he pointed right in the opposite direction you had come from.

eyes wide, you turned to his, with your back to your car, “are you crazy? spencer! i thought it’d be nearby. you didn’t have to walk me to my car if yours was all the way across from mine.”

he shrugged, a cheeky smile pulling at his lips. “i told you i wasn’t ready for this night to end.”

“but look at you, your coat is all wet, and your hair…” before you could even think about what you were doing, your hand flew to his har, brushing a couple of wet strands away from his eyes.

closing his eyes, he murmured, “worth it. it’s all worth it.”

now that you had let go of his arm, he took the chance to touch you again. he feared now that he’d discovered what your skin felt like, he couldn’t stop reaching for it. even if it was a soft, brief caress, like his thumb tracing lines along your jawline.

“do you still think that the idea of us dating is ridiculous?” he asked softly.

it was a genuine question, one that made you want to slap yourself. you let your head fall down to his chest, grunting.

“i shouldn’t have said that. i’m sorry. i didn’t meant it, i hope you know that. i just…” glancing back up at him, you sighed. “i was scared you’d think it was a ridiculous idea.”

“why would i think that? i’ve been dreaming of a night like this one for ages.”

blushing like a teenager, you hid in his chest again, and god did it feel like it was the perfect place to be. you could make yourself a home in it, to inhabit it for the rest of your life. “stop saying stuff like that.”

“why? you don’t like it?”

“i do. a lot. you’re going to kill me of a heart attack.”

he laughed and you felt it rumble against your cheek, and you swore you could die right there. when you finally rose and looked back at him you saw his beautiful brown eyes reflecting the loving and hopeful light in your own. for a spare second, your eyes dropped to his mouth. were kisses on the first date still frowned upon? if so, you’d like a word with whoever came up with that stupid rule. spencer’s hand gripped the umbrella tighter, like he was getting ready for something. then you heard him say: “can we do this again some other time? alone, maybe?”

you looked up to him, only to notice that his eyes were on your lips as well.

“yes. definitely.” you nodded, slowly.

he took a step closer.

“good.”

you lifted your chin up, a soft sigh escaping your lips. spencer felt it against his own and a shiver shook him.

“yeah, great.”

hand in yours, he smiled.

“get home safe, yeah?" you could only nod. ”call me when you arrive so i know you’re okay.”

“yeah,” you nodded, eyes still half closed. “yes, i will.”

spencer took one last look at your face, smiling softly, before giving you space to get in your car. he didn’t move from his spot until your car was no longer in his range of vision, and even then, he had to remain still for a bit to make sure that the fantasy wouldn’t break when he took the first step.

usually, that was how most of his dreams ended. the moment you left him and he tried to get back to his life, he’d wake up and realize that, yet again, he’d been dreaming of you. but not this time. tonight, when he took the first step to leave the open parking his vision didn’t get blurry and the buildings around him didn’t melt into nothingness. the rain continued pouring, his feet were still cold and wet. and his heart was still beating fast and hard.

he grinned to himself and started walking to his car. the whole time, he was flexing the hand that had held your cheek like he was scared to touch anything else and lose the feeling of your skin against his.

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

Jason Todd/Batfam

How We've Changed (for better or for worse) by Anonymous

You are suppose to overcome your fears. Not all of them will ever go away but as you get older and with the people around you, you should be able to face them. But what happens when you don't have the luxury to get older and well you lost any semblance of family when you died. Jason thinks about how his greatest fears have changed over the years.

when the man comes around by julodinae_sunsets

Alfred’s love is pressed shirts and warm food. And his love is a gleaming knife, too. He would bleed for his boys. He would make others bleed for them. And so he does. (Or: the Joker must die, and Alfred Pennyworth is not a man who waits on others to do his work.)

little misunderstandings by Wisetypewriter

Bruce has heard that line hundreds of times, mostly in his own thoughts, when he sets his eyes on the clown. Clark was the one to tell him first. He would have done it. He's known for years that those words were the only thing that kept his one rule intact. Unfortunately, they are a lie.

Liminal Spaces by Ghxst_Bird

“Am I a good father?” Jason doesn’t know how to answer that in a way that won’t make either of them sound like a dick. — Aka. Sometimes, the spaces between realities overlap. And sometimes you’ll find a younger version of your father in it.

Acid by QuenchiestCactusJuice99

“I’m curious,” The man says. “How many times have you died, I wonder?” — Jason Todd falls out of his dimension and directly into the hands of HYDRA in another.

Home Intrusion by daedalusdavinci

There are moments when the... everything of Dick's life catches up with him, and exhaustion sinks deep into his skin. However, when he goes dark on everyone else, Jason doesn't quite get the memo. Rules never seem to apply to little brothers. After two weeks of little more than clipped texts, Jason shoves his way into Dick's life and gets him up and moving again.

buy one, get two free (without your knowledge) by Figgypuddin

It really was unfortunate that Jason had to kill so many of Talia's contacts. But how fortuitous that he learned everything from them first! or, Talia is paying Jason an exorbitant amount of money just for him to gaslight (train) her star assassin

> RIVER by vfx_batman

“Someone is dead,” she starts. She can see he wants to interrupt, probably with some joke about how you can’t throw a rock without hitting a corpse in this city. She doesn’t know how to tell him his jokes are bad, so she pushes forward. “He’s a man I thought I knew well. A man I thought knew me. Who understood what I wanted — who I was trying to be. He was the only one to know me in that way. But now… now he’s gone. And his final words—” The stranger jolts. His attention is entirely hers. “They make me wonder if he ever knew me at all. If…” “… if you’d only fooled yourself into imagining something that wasn’t there.” - Battle for the Cowl Epilogue: Jason + Cass talk about Bruce’s will + their identity issues + don’t deal well with either.

Sold to Wonder Woman (by my evil adoptive father Batman) by JeanjacketCarf

Jason writes some fanfiction- it’s totally not a self insert

White Lighters / Afterglow by lurkinglurkerwholurks

Jason Todd was the worst kind of liar.

So You'll Know That I'll Carry You by Geeves

Two brothers carrying each other home.

to the red planet mars by r_astra

Tim doesn’t notice the Batmobile roaring into the cave until the tires squeal as it skids to a halt. He starts, splashing long-cooled coffee across his lap as he lurches upright. Bruce is practically throwing himself out of the driver’s seat. He stalks around to the back of the car and Tim stares, confused. The trunk? He calls out. “Mask?” Bruce grunts a negative. Tim circles the car in time to see Bruce haul something—someone out. They’re big, but not quite as tall as Bruce, clad in black Kevlar and brown leather, wrists cuffed. Tim stops in his tracks when he recognizes the man. It’s Jason Todd.

Rewind, Reset by Ionaperidot

“Bruce. Bludhaven is—Chemo hasn’t happened. We can stop Chemo from happening. And Jason—” Jason. They have no idea how long he’s been alive, or how he came— “I need to call Clark.” (Some Bats go back in time. It's mostly a good thing.)

[104cadetlauren]

Levi’s Eye Panel in Chapter 132 Shows the Stages of Grief—Except Acceptance

If you're a Levihan shipper like me, you already know the infamous scene between Hange and Levi in Chapter 132, or what we collectively call “Levi’s goodbye and Hange’s sacrifice.”

The most memorable moment in that chapter is Levi giving Hange the modified Scout salute. But what I want to focus on is Levi’s eyes. His eyes were drawn in three distinct panels, which, to me, means Isayama wanted us to feel Levi’s inner turmoil. Each panel expresses a different emotion—and what amazed me is that the anime added/changed the final panel.

If you notice, the anime version conveys the same emotional weight—except for one detail: the scrunched nose (attached on the coming paragraphs). That small change, for me, added a different layer. In the manga, it was despair. In the anime, it felt like… anger. And that shift gave us a new perspective.

So I placed the panels side by side, and what resonated with me was how they mirrored the stages of grief—except acceptance.

A quick psychology note: the five stages of grief are denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. These stages can vary in order and intensity depending on the person.

Let’s go back to Levi’s eye panels.

The eye panel happens after Hange says, “So just let me walk away.”

Her words sounded like an order—firm and final. There was no convincing her otherwise. That’s how it came across to Levi. They refused to look at each other, but if you pay attention to Hange’s eyes, she’s scared. She doesn’t want to die, and she doesn’t want to leave Levi behind.

We all know what Hange looks like when she's obsessed with Titans—excited, animated. This wasn’t that. This was fear disguised as courage. But she could never fool Levi.

Now look at the manga panels (Right to Left): to me, they look like Bargaining. Depression. Denial.

And the panel added in the anime? That’s ANGER. The fury of a man who has lost too much to cry.

Remember the nose scrunch I am talking about that is not in the three panels above?

Now let’s try to digest each stage of grief through Levi’s eyes based on how I interpreted them. (This is deep headcanon territory—so you’ve been warned.)

Bargaining (laced with regrets)

Is there any other way?

Should I stop her?

What if I stayed behind instead? Could I buy us more time? Think—there must be another way. I can’t lose the last person I truly care about. Why does everything I touch die?

We can almost hear the chaos in his mind. Bargaining is desperation dressed as strategy. Levi’s a soldier. He’s trained to assess, recalculate, find alternatives. But in this moment, his calculations are just grief trying to negotiate with fate.

And Levi, in that instant, is willing to offer himself.
But deep down, he knows—Hange won’t let him. She’s already chosen.

If I wasn’t injured, maybe I could do it.
If I were faster. Stronger. If I hadn’t made so many damn mistakes.

Bargaining isn't always with God—it’s often with yourself. It's guilt trying to rewrite the past. It’s the need to trade something, anything, to undo the inevitable.

And he respects her too much to strip that choice away.

Depression

Paralyzed. Defeated.

Levi can’t move. He’s stuck. All he hears is the rumble of the approaching Colossal Titans. The ticking clock.

Why am I still alive?

What’s the purpose of being here, existing and surviving if I just kept on losing the people I care about. Kuchel, Petra, Olou, Erwin, My Squad, and now Hange. For the freedom of humanity, yes, what does that mean really? Is surviving and choosing humanity worth all the pain I suffered? I hope so…

If only I wasn’t injured, we wouldn’t be in this situation where I have to lose someone again.

If I wasn’t injured, I could’ve fought—either instead of her, or at least alongside her. Why?

Denial

Levi knows Hange doesn’t want to die.

Imagine spending years protecting this one person. (Even if you're not a shipper, let's agree that after Hange lost her left eye, Levi is always seen standing on her right—call it platonic or romantic, it's protection.) He even pauses during missions just to check on her. Now, that same person is ordering him to let her walk to her death and he was supposed to just accept it.

Levi’s inner turmoil:

We had hope. We could’ve flown the plane.

We could’ve stopped Eren in time.

Why is this happening now? Why do I have to choose again—Why does it always come down to this? This is too much, I refuse to accept this.

Then the added anime panel:

ANGER

Have I not sacrificed enough?

Will her death finally mean something?

What the hell was it all for?

If I let her walk away… will we be free then?

This isn’t hot, screaming rage we used to see in Levi. It’s quiet and suffocating. The kind that eats you alive. It’s not directed at Hange. It’s directed at the world. At himself. At the cruel cycle of sacrifice and survival.

Why am I even called “Humanity’s Strongest” if I can’t save a single one of them?

Then, the panels move away from his eyes. We don’t see them when he gives the modified salute and says, “Dedicate… your heart.” Notice the ellipsis. The pause. We can assume it was hesitation.

The eye panel missing here, I believe, is acceptance. Because Levi doesn’t really accept it—not in that moment at least. But he has to let Hange believe he does. He pretends to accept it without looking at her. He doesn’t want her to see the pain. He doesn’t want her to regret her decision. He respects her, her resolve, her sacrifice.

Or maybe—he refuses to look at her because he can’t. He knows he’ll break if he does. He doesn’t have the willpower to watch her walk away. And maybe the salute was acceptance, in its own way. Like, this is it. It’s too late. But I want you to know how I really feel.

I know it won’t change anything. But I heard you, back in the forest. I’m letting you go. My heart is yours. Do what you want with it. Trample it. Reject it.

But if you can… please come back alive.

So that’s my how I interpreted Levi’s detailed eye panel in the manga and the anime. Tell me what you think, let’s exchange ideas!

-Lauren

[beef-brisket]

When Adam started laughing, the king glared at him: The fucks so funny-?

Adam: Prison?! Seriously?! There's a PRISON in Hell?! The whole fucking thing IS a prison, dumbass. That's the whole point! You can't punish those who are already being punished... not that you're actually punishing sinners.

Lucifer: Hell is Hell, Adam. THAT is the punishment!

Adam: Motherfucker, you JUST said that you like Hell because there's no rules, you're life is a fucking luxury, asshole. If you think living in a palace is a fucking punishment, then you're a fool. Almost as much of a fool as your wife. Oh, sorry, EX wife. The amount of bullshit those fucking sinners do, is insane. You just let them run rampant because only some sinners should suffer more than others, right? Like that fucking porn demon your kid sent on about. You can't tell me he gets it easy.

Lucifer: You- were paying attention?

Adam glared: Of fucking course I was paying attention! Your brat wants to bring her fucking scum up here! There are victims up here, dumbass! Who would have to live amongst their fucking- rapist or murderer all because they held hands and sung some bullshit with the princess.

Lucifer: She... wouldn't let them in-.

Adam: "Everyone deserves a second chance." Everyone. Every fucking sinner deserves a second chance. According to your darling daughter. Don't you think you and your bullshit family have caused enough trouble?

The king was quiet for a moment: She just... wanted to make a difference.

Adam: Then maybe she should focus on her fucking realm instead of bringing her shit up here for us to deal with. Heaven officially has left Hell to its own devices. She has the ability to make changes, make Hell less shit if that's what she fucking wants. But at the end of the day, that's leading back to my point, it's not a fucking punishment... you know what is a punishment?

The blonde looked up at Adam, he wasn't liking where this was going: What...?

Adam: You eating my fucking food and fucking my bitch. That's a fucking punishment. And I'm in Heaven! The fuck am I getting punished for?

Lucifer: You're an asshole, Adam. You deserve all the torment you get from having me here.

Adam: ...You know, I can make this real fucking bad for you. You get that right?

Hell's Missing the Devil

@beef-brisket

Lucifer wasn't sure if he had heard Sera correctly but the serious tone and look on her face told him that yes she was in fact serious.

Lucifer: I'm sorry.... What?

Sera sighed, she sounded annoyed: We will put an end to the Exterminations and in exchange you will be up in Heaven as a prisoner.

That..... Didn't sound ideal.

But neither were the Exterminations.

He didn't understand, wasn't the whole point of him falling so that he would never see Heaven again? Didn't that defeat the purpose?

Unless...... There was more to it.

Sera: Think about it. Come back here tomorrow when you've made your choice. Make the right choice for once.

He scowled when she left. What a bitch.

Lucifer did think about it and that's when it dawned on him.

With Lilith gone and now Lucifer, Charlie would have to step up and rule Hell. Which meant that she wouldn't have time to run her hotel.

It was underhanded and sneaky..... It was so Heaven.

But by doing this....... He would be saving his daughter too. He didn't trust them not to go after her one day.

Charlie: Dad you can't.

Lucifer: Sweetie, I..... I know this isn't ideal but it's for a greater good.

Charlie teared up: What am I supposed to do without you!?

It was different when he was just holed up in the manor, at least she knew he was safe at home.

But in Heaven? Lucifer was considered a traitor. Who knows what they would do to him.

Lucifer hugged his baby girl tight: Y-you'll be okay...... I love you.

Charlie: ...... I love you too.

She didn't want to let him go. There had to be a way to bring him home.

The next day, Lucifer went to the embassy where Sera was waiting.

Sera: So?

Lucifer sighed, this felt like a mistake but he didn't know what else to do to keep Charlie and their people safe.

Lucifer: Alright.......

Sera: Good.

She snapped her fingers and a pair of silver bracelets appeared on his wrists and Lucifer suddenly felt very drained. They must be blocking his powers.

With another snap, handcuffs with a chain appeared as well, Lucifer walked with his head down through the portal with Sera.

He would have laughed when he heard Peter freaking out. But any amusement left him when Sera said who he would be staying with.

Sera: You'll be under Adam's watch.

It felt ironic in a way.

Lucifer felt like he had been handed a death sentence as Sera handed his chain over to the first man.

[devils-little-sistaaa]

One thing I don’t see people talk about is—and it’s possible a lot of the current PJO fandom doesn’t recognize this probably because they’re younger—Nico knows how to act to make people socially seriously uncomfortable when they piss him off.

I’ve seen him do this thing in cannon so many times and I didn’t really realize it when I was younger either but like. He does this thing where he gets into people faces like way too close he’s inside they’re space bubble and he never breaks eye contact he stares them down intensely and even though he seems to hate physical touch and closeness and he also hates eye contact and anything intimate like his own actions he ignores his own discomfort to make other people uncomfortable and he also puts more emphasis on his voice and pronunciation of things. He gets physicaly way too close to people and gives them the cubric stare that Jinx from arcane stare when she’s confronting Vi and Cait and Silco at her little tea party. And he pays close attention to his vocabulary when he does this he seems to always use the most vulgar and crude way to word things.

As if someone has used those tactics on him before it’s like he’s copying them taking notes from whoever it was that used to be in his life that treated him like that made him feel like that he’s pretending to be them. Now who could that be that treated him like that in his adolescence? Let’s go over the possibilities.

1. His grandfather. Considering he grew up back in 1920—40 something (Rick has retained his age several times) his grandfather would have been a staple in his life considering he’s a boy and with how misogynistic things were back then “the boy needs a male role model a father figure” and considering none of the mortals could know who Hades is Grandfather would have been his secondary parent next to Maria. Grandfather very possibly would have considered Nico to be a evil little devil spawn bastard that helped ruin his family’s reputation even more along with Maria (sleeping with somebody her family didn’t even know and wasn’t married to and having not one but two bastard children back then this was a really bi NONO. Also considering back then punishments and consequences for children were a lot harsher because they were not thought of as people yet. Very likely that Grandfather a man to be considered a man of his time did not treat Nico (or the rest of his family) very kindly.

2. His teachers at his military school that was raising him to fight in world war 2. Similar to his grandfather they were men of their time and possible a lot of them were world war 1 veterans. They would be hellbent I’m raising the next generation for revenge. Probably just as tough and strict as grandfather maybe even more so.

3. Male teachers at Westover academy which is also a military school even if they have modern day rules to follow such as no child abuse allowed they will most likely consider screaming in children’s faces not abuse.

4. Minos. The evil king that used Nico and tricked him into bringing him back from the dead but failed. The guy could drive people insane. You remember what Chris Rodriguez was like when Clarrise rescued him from the labyrinth? Yeah it was Minos that drove him insane like that probably because he got a little too close to finding Nico or maybe he did find Nico and tried to bring him in to Luke. Minos didn’t want any of titan army finding him because he wanted Nico all to himself to work on his own wicked agenda he couldn’t have the giant army stealing his only way back power and using Nico for themselves.

5. Keli the empousa. Nico only interacts with her in that one scene in battle of the labyrinth—or I should say Keli only interacts with him because poor little 11 year old Nico looks like he’s trying his best to ignore her—just the way that Keli addresses him and ran her finger across his face was disgusting. She talked to him and treated him the same way she talked to Percy and Luke in the beginning of the book as if she’s planning Nico as her next snack. And the fact that she had captured him off screen and was with him for an unspecified amount of time before they came onto the scene where Percy was and we have no idea what Keli said to him or did to him during that time. And the fact that Nico was younger than Percy there. That’s. Disgusting. I hate Keli. Nico was too young for that.

6. Hades himself. Nico’s father. The guy who Nico is said to look so much alike to. The guy who Apollo is constantly comparing Nico to in ToA. I find this one to be the most likely actually mainly because I love it when Nico is mentioned to be similar to his father I love their complicated relationship I love how they go back and forth between being so proud and ashamed of being related to each other.

7. Nyx. I think when Nico met her he would have been in a state of awe and terror at the same time. Awe because she seems right up Nico’s alley for the type of gods that Nico gravitates to and terror because Nyx seemed too obsessed with him and wanted to keep him there in the house of night with her. She most definitely got way too close to his personal space and made him uncomfortable possibly similar to Keli.

That’s all I can think of for now if you think of someone else who treated Nico like this you’re welcome to add on I have to go help my grandmother look at our broken air conditioner now

[firstelevens]

the bells stand still and hollow (chapter nine)

sam/bucky | alternate universe (d&d/high fantasy au) | rated t | 38k words (9/10 chapters)

In a world of sword fights and spellcasting, Sam joins Steve and Natasha on a quest to break a curse that's been placed on Bucky. Together, Sam and Bucky managed to hold off the threat at the doors of the Sanctum, but some consequences just can't be avoided.

Sam can still remember the first time he really got hurt. A childhood running around the docks and the riverbank had led to its share of bumps and scrapes, but most of those could be soothed away with a joke or a hug and a little attention. His first true injury had been more than that, although it had started the same way. 

He’d been running down the riverbank, eager to catch up to Gideon and his friends, too caught up in finding them to pay attention to what was underfoot. Slipping in the mud wouldn’t normally have been so bad, but a beached rowboat had crushed rocks and seashells under its bow, and all it took was one jagged edge to slice down Sam’s leg when he fell.

He’d burst into tears, loud enough that Carlos had heard him further up the river and abandoned his work to carry Sam back home. It hadn’t been long before he was safely in his mother’s arms, holding onto her as she cleaned the cut and sang a song to him in her native tongue. It would be years before Sam realized what Celestial really was and why they’d spoken so little of it outside their home. Back then, it was just the language that his mother spoke with the people she loved.

Once he’d been cleaned up and his tears soothed a little, Sam had sat curled up in his mother’s lap, still clinging to her.

“It still hurts, Mama,” he’d told her, trying hard not to cry again. “I don’t want it to hurt.”

“I know,” she’d replied, kissing the top of his head. “Should we see if we can make it better?”

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[abberantmachine]

I don't think I'm imagining it, I think a lot of modern movies have more flashbacks and flash-forwards? it's like they don't trust you to pay attention if you aren't reminded of the exciting things to come, or they don't trust you to remember a character that couldn't have been introduced much longer than an hour ago and remind you why you should be sad that they died.

I like when a film knows how to just leave a few beats for you to drink in and process something intense, if you're supposed to feel it and linger on it. It feels belittling to have to have it spelt out.

it just. would've made a good movie a great one.

and it feels like the footage was just chunked out that way and some generic musical swell thrown in to meet a quota, not because it added anything. I can't imagine wanting to do that deliberately to a work that otherwise speaks for itself.

[ceiling-karasu]

Yeah, and I semi identity with the guy, too. There’s too much stuff I don’t seem to understand when it comes to other people and figuring out what they want and mean. Luckily I sure can work on tedious and/or long projects so they put up with me. As long as they let me know ahead of time I didn’t mind doing it myself.

I think half the issue with the motivation is that I have a love/hate relationship with the art in general. Like I want to do art, but I’m so angry and frustrated while doing it that I never want to do art again and want to distance myself from the series because I just hate doing art so much but I also kind of like it?. And then I finish and I want to do more in a few weeks like I didn’t learn my lesson?

Hopefully at least Sena can figure out how to help him in a way that isn’t obvious, perhaps. Dalnim ranting to Iseul reminds me a lot of how people rant to me because I’m wearing scrubs in the hospital and I just have to smile and nod and sympathize.

Suddenly realizing that Dalnim makes me think of someone yelling and arguing only for him to panic and quietly ask if the person is ok (I’m sorry you feel that way is also a phrase that tends to stop people in their tracks), or panic and just blank stare until the other person thinks he’s giving a stare of disappointment or something. Like the first one might shock the other into giving him information about things he might think he needs to take pictures of and the other thinks he’s in there side while he’s staring off into space regretting getting near the person. I’m just kind of thinking of this post I came across some time ago, https://www.tumblr.com/ceiling-karasu/785896258401370112?source=share

I should really get back to the other parts of Jollin and the Festival, but that just seems like so much work right now when I have other projects as well. I feel like that 8-10 paragraphs is going to be about 12,000 words again.

Art fight sounds interesting, but it would still take me weeks to make a single thing. You should see what I’m working on for Fathers’ Day. I’ve been working on it for a month. I did find the old colored version deep in my drafts though, so maybe I’ll post that as well.

If your computer has a camera function, you could practice figuring out where to put your eyes when you are alone. That’s what I did for a bit when we were graded on where our eyes went while presenting. Like where does it look like you are looking straight ahead at the viewer? If you look there you probably can’t see anyone else’s face, but you can still see movement if someone raises those hand to ask a question they are required to ask. I could make a diagram if needed.

If they don’t have to ask questions, you could put the notes up around that area with a blank space in the middle and kind of look at that blank space instead of the people on screen and they would never know. They can see through the camera holes they can’t see things taped to the screen if you are giving a presentation. None of the other students will actually be paying attention to your face that much, anyway.

Then again, I always let my eyes go unfocused during presentations so I didn’t see anyone. You probably have you taken methods that work for you, anyway.

I haven’t drawn him in a long while

Wanted to do different facial expressions since I always draw him with the same expressions.

*By the way, he’s shouting at Noeul. At this point, the two have cut contact for a good amount of time. Noeul, now regretting some parts of the past, tries to reconnect with Dalnim. But Dalnim is having none of it (he doesn’t trust her). Which is why he is looking down, he’s taller than Noeul.

[ravenpureforever]

On one hand, Young Justice is kind of neglected by the actual superheroes that should be looking out for them in a lot of crucial ways and very much failed by the adults around them

But on the other hand Red Tornado straight up hosts a parent-teacher conference where their respective legal guardians all show up, barring Batman who’s in traffic so Nightwing fills in instead because Robin’s dad does not know he’s a vigilante which is objectively hilarious

[egophiliac]

I always though Mal's mom was meant to be like "Eleanor" but they stuck an M at the start honestly, Sobbing Emoji. But "Maleanor" also makes me feel less insane since in that scene where she's just handed egg Malleus to Lilia and went to battle, it sounds more like Lilia is saying "Maleanor" than "Meleanor" (Japanese accent pending). Mayhaps they went more with what it sounded like the characters were saying :0 (we don't talk about Doodle Suit to Paint The Roses)

the transliteration of her name is Marenoa (マレノア), which is what all the voice lines are saying! all the Draconias' names start with マレ (Malleus' grandma is Maleficia/マレフィシア) as a nod to Maleficent. :D it's almost certainly a take on Eleanor, which is Erenoa (エレノア), but her name is written in English at a couple points, and I was pretty surprised to see it was Mel instead of Mal!

and, like, that's fine, it wouldn't be first Twst romanization that's tripped me up (like Keito for Cater, I know that's something to do with the loanword specific to playing cards(?) but it's just not how my brain wants to read it). but now Eng has given us Maleanor! and someone else said it was spelled inconsistently between Maleanor and Maeleanor??????? so WHO KNOWS it's a SPELLING FREE-FOR-ALL

I AM torn on which I want to use, because Mel just sounds so cute to me (and is what I'm used to now), but...the Mal consistency is kinda too good to pass up. alas, alas, truly these are the most difficult conundrums of our times. 😔

[not-brionnnne]

hey has anyone ever considered doing shinjiro smut for after the fade to black but he lays you across his lap, like has anyone ever considered the canon praise kink with him more—shinjiro who scolds you, calls you trouble and tells you to stay close to him like a "good girl", shinjiro who acts tough, pretends to be fed up with you pushing him around (he loves it, but that doesn't mean you're not gonna hear about it), ignoring what he wants, so two can play that game, and you think, god, he's not holding back anymore, he's going to kiss me, finally, we're going to— but no, he settles on his bed and pats his lap and tells you that you need to "take responsibility" for teasing him like that, messing with his feelings — "be a good girl." remember, you started this.

[the-physicality]

so i'm about to dive into college basketball in addition to pwhl in addition to wnbl [sydney only] in addition to nwsl playoffs bc my brain needs to be fed constantly