#i’m rusty as HECK

[merlinityart]

[smilesrobotlover]

Man I sure am rusty at this

[mars-ipan]

it’s weird being in recovery after like 2 months of sickness and looking forward to being able to do all the little things you used to take for granted again

[mindvalii]

My poor Presbyterian preacher elf girl keeps getting her ass eaten by zombies on the street in front of her church because elves don’t know what cardio means

[revelboo]

Are you okay writing for tfp Knockout or Breakdown? Maybe they are either another (human) racer or heck even someone who works at the car wash who gives some of the best cars waxes, Knockout befriended. That or maybe they’re a mech experiment (mostly) human survivor that helped Breakdown escape MECH. Or literally whatever you see happening these where just some of my suggestions. The floor is yours if you’re okay writing for them? Thanks either way 😄

My Favorite Accident

Knockout x reader-race

• Huh. Of all the ways you might have imagined you’d die, death by a furious, alien pimp car wouldn’t have made the top ten. Or hundred. Fingers going white knuckled on the helmet in your hands, you feel curiously numb. Drag racing was dangerous and sooner or later, you’d push your luck past the point of no return. But this?

• When you’d managed to pass that stupidly gorgeous, red sports car for the third night in a row, you’d wanted to laugh your head off. Maybe dance a victory jig because your old, rusty Trans Am looked like an ad for tetanus and it’d still beaten all those other pretty, expensive cars. So yeah, when the candy apple red car had followed you and stayed right on your bumper after the race, you’d sucked it up and pulled over. Letting the guy follow you to your house wasn’t happening. If you were going to get screamed at, it was going to be on your terms.

• You grab your switchblade out of the center console and slide it into your back pocket in case wealthy sports car guy decided he could try and bully you out of your winnings. Hip cocked and arms folded across your chest, you wait for the guy to get out and yell- probably accuse you of cheating.

• That sound was something you’d never forget, almost a musical thing as metal shifted and rearranged. And grew to tower over you in the form of a sleek robot.

• An infuriated robot as it takes a thunderous step your way and your helmet hits the asphalt. More than anything, you want to run. The problem is your body isn’t on board. You can’t move at all as it crouches down. “Mind telling me how you beat me in that scrap heap?”

• Cold fury sparking through him, Knockout glares down at the human staring up at him. “Well?” He demands. “You cheated didn’t you?” Because there’s no way a human beat him in that… abomination. It’s not even a car, more a mobile scrap heap. And that just makes it so much worse.

• Huh. Indignation wins out over common sense. “I’m a better driver,” you say. Those strange black and red eyes narrow and you have the thought that you can duck, grab the helmet and sling it at the robot. Maybe buy yourself a whole thirty seconds before it stomps you to death.

• What you don’t expect is for it to throw up an arm in all too human exasperation. “Hardly. I’ve been driving long before you were even alive,” it says, walking past you to stalk around your car. “Do you have any idea how mortifying it is to lose to… this? What it does to my reputation?”

• You can breathe now that it’s not glaring down at you, because it’s popping the hood on your car and shaking its head in disgust. “That’s gotta hurt, huh?” You snark, wincing as it glowers at you over its shoulder with murderous intent.

• “We’re going again. Now.” Because he can’t stand it. And it’s been a long time since anyone’s given him a real challenge. A thrill of electric anticipation makes him smile when your uneasy expression smooths into a cocky sureness, because he knows you won’t just let him win- you’ll fight him tooth and nail for it. A kindred spirit.

Next

[caramelstarlight]

I’m not sure if your request are open but I was wondering if I could get a Tighnari x reader who acts like a housewife to him

No worries! It’s open as long as I’m active.

Late as heck reply, sorry about it! 💚 Anyways, here’s the story! Might be rusty, super sorry. 😭

The Fox and the Sunshine

•Green=Tighnari

•Purple=Y/N

•Setting: Teyvat, no AU. (Y/N isn’t Traveler)

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You’d always take care of any chores that Tighnari couldn’t have the time for, as a result of his work and constantly needing to plan or write down to reports. Despite just dating, you both have already lived together in Gandharva ville. He’d oversee majority of the tasks and jobs, whereas you helped around the house and the occasional job or errand from him. Unable to refuse, you always accepted, not just because you felt bad, but he always needed an extra hand with work.

Today was another regular day, you’d focus on the chores at home. While carrying the laundry basket, you passed by his room. Eager to take a peek, opening the door slowly and moving up to him to see what he was doing.

Not much to your surprise, he’d be focused on documents, scribbling down with the occasional tail or ear flick. His attention primary on his work before answering you. “What do you need Y/N?” Unable to look up from his papers, instead, letting his tail gently rub against your leg with a slight smirk of happiness.

“Oh umm…I just wanted to know if you needed any extra help? I just finished with laundry and was about to fold it.” You’d tell and ask him politely, gently petting his tail while waiting for a reply.

“Oh I see. Could you lend me a hand and go check the bulletin board? That’d be helpful, I need to know what requests are there.” He’d let his tail unwrap from your leg, allowing you to be free to go check on the board.

You’d nod your head in reply, quickly touching his ears before going back to do the laundry, folding it and placing them in the appropriate spots. Mentally checking it off your list and quickly going to the bulletin board outside to see if anyone had asked about something.

“Oh?” You’d murmur softly, gently lifting a newly posted paper, taking an interest in it and beginning to read. Skimming through before letting the edge you held drop back down. ‘That was interesting…I’ll go tell him while it’s still fresh in my mind.’

His ears would perk, hearing your return and continuing to file or work on documents. When he smelt your scent in the room, he’d nod as a way to acknowledge your presence and to start talking.

“There was a new one, it was talking about a dude who was supposedly an acknowledged and renowned adventurer, did you hear about them?” The voice echoed through his ears, still as sweet as he remembers. “You have to be more specific for an answer. This could be anyone.” “Oh right. Well, they’re blond and have sunshine eyes, they’re called the Traveler? Does it ring any bell?”

His ears would perk with a flick of his tail, trying to come up with an answer as well as focusing on his work. “I’ve heard of them a few times, Amber has told us about their heroic deeds and everything.” The pen / quill (whatever u prefer for him to use.) quickly moved across the paper, effectively and efficiently filling it out before reading and working on another document.

“Hm.” You’d reply with a nod, watching him work from behind and leaning on the chair. Wrapping your hands around what you could cover on his body, observing with a smile. “Don’t worry my dear, I’ll make time for you today. Just give me about half an hour or so?”

After finishing all the documents, turning and looking up at you. “Can you go place them in their respective slots?” He’d referred to the baskets or trays he had with certain labels on them for whatever the papers were about. Handing them in piles for you to place before stretching.

“Oh! That reminds me, I have to go make us lunch! Hold on I’ll be right-“

“No need.”

“Huh?”

“No need, I’ll go buy us something with Mora. Any preference? It’s as a thank you and a sorry for being unable to spend time together.” He’d respond while looking at you, waiting for your response.

“Oh anything’s fine!” You’d respond in a heartbeat, low-key interested in what’d he’d buy. “I’ll focus on the rest of the housecleaning and chores for you!” Tighnari would nod his head before bringing you closer for a hug, wrapping his tail around your thigh and burying his face in his neck. The tip of his tail wagging after inhaling a bit of your iconic scent.

“Thank you, my Sunshine.”

[chibishortdeath]

Free will strikes again, these were some really fun doodles :3. I think Simon is allowed to be a little visual kei sometimes. Idk I just know he’d vibe with it. Explanations under a cut—

And also a couple unfinished doodles that were just intended to be rough pose/anatomy practice sketches, but ended up accidentally more detailed than intended 💀💀💀. It’s nothing graphic, but ⚠️slight artistic nudity warning⚠️ anyway in case d(>_< ).

Hehehe, this is based off of a photo from Malice Mizer live, it’s Simon in place of Mana and Fuma in place of Gackt. Very fun pose to draw!!! Especially cause it’s a pose with a whip and also cause idk why but I find poses with one or both arms up pretty easy to draw. And yeah yay, Fuma inclusion yippie :3!

I don’t have any other explanation for why this exists other than dresses are cool. So I made him one :D. The coord has a half caplet that connects to a shoulder paldron on the other shoulder by chain with a little cross. Under that there’s a blouse and skirt combo with patterns similar to his SQ armor and some rose thorn patterns around the ends of the sleeves and collar. Over that is a corset and under is a cage crinoline made to look like crosses peaking around the edge. Shoes carry outfit motifs like the roses on the bow tie and headdress and the lace throughout. Also, an eyepatch with cross on it because yeah, cute :3. I’d probably wear this if I had uh any skill in sewing at all (TwT ).

A not chibi version of the above outfit! Except probably without the crinoline with how the skirt fabric is sitting lol. Tbh I think Simon would probably be fine with this for a little bit and then get uncomfortable about having so many layers on. I don’t think he’d like tights at all 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀. Hmmm I’ll have to draw a version of it that’d be more comfortable for him hmm maybe tomorrow.

Another Simon holding Dracula’s heart artwork. Shout out to how this guy just carries this thing around for so long lol.

Simon facing off against his worst enemy: stairs! This one was practice drawing characters in backgrounds, since I’m so rusty at actually drawing those two things together (ToT ). I can draw a separate background fine, but the second I have to put someone in it I just completely forget what I’m doing XD.

This one is also a practice! He’s running up to the altar in Drac’s basement. The lighting was fun for this one, but I forgot to draw the whip in his hand 💀.

This one was an attempt at drawing a skeleton and keeping the same proportions in a drawing of someone (Simon) who is uh not a skeleton. Fun fact! It took me like 5 tries to get the skeleton to not just look like Papyrus Undertale cause holy heck do the skeletons from that game take a hold of some part of your art style and never let go 💀💀💀💀

CASTLEVANIA JUDGEMENT HAS HATS??? AS LIKE AN UNLOCKABLE?????????? So obviously I had to draw Simon (x2) with the bow options. Pink probs looks really nice with his hair tbh. And the striped bow was black and white so it fits with the Judgement design’s outfit. If I ever actually play this game again (I suck so bad at it), I’ll be trying to get these for the very important reason of Simon cute. :3

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Ok now these two. The first one was a different attempt at that Mana pose, but a bigger scale and a bit less exaggerated. I ended up having to do a ton of edits to it cause I kept making things too big or too small lol. And the second one is just a couple dynamic posing practices. They’re also excuses to draw more arm up poses cause they’re fun X3. He was just supposed to have like a generic placeholder rectangle er um uh there, but some of the sketchy lines ended up looking like what’s supposed to be in that spot, so I just didn’t wanna risk these being on main tags out in the open 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀. Though, tbh, I’ve seen more explicit things on the tags so eh, better safe than sorry tho (- w - )

[cabezadeperro]

Hopeful Codywan

hello! a few months late, but here it is.

pre-relationship, mutual pining. takes place in the last months of the war, in that part of tcw when it's like obi-wan's getting beaten up every single episode. T, ~660w

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“We have to stop meeting like this,” Kenobi says. 

Like this: hanging upside down, bare feet and a rusty chain as thick as Cody’s wrist around his ankles.

Cody snorts. He clears his throat, ignoring the shivery relief blooming in his belly, and crosses the room towards the general. He’s dripping, a bit: blood and sweat and somehow machine oil, too. Cody makes a face at the familiar sight of the Force-suppressing cuffs around his hanging wrists, and steps under the general. His fingers brush the dirt floor, the nails bloody. The right hand looks swollen; Cody presses his lips together and reminds himself of Mim’s ruthless efficiency. 

Kenobi’s heavy. Cody has to resettle and shift his weight, Kenobi heavy in his arms. His men flood the room around them, the comm chatter a reassuring buzz in Cody’s ears. They’re an old hand at this by now: two squads disappear up the stairs tucked at the back, and seconds latter the chain starts unspooling. Kenobi groans, gritting his teeth, Cody wishes for something other than hard, unforgiving plastoid.

“I think this is the first time I find you like this, sir,” he says while he lowers Kenobi to the ground. Kenobi sighs shakily. His face is red under the grim, and his hair is a mess. Cody wonders what happened to his outer robes, to his lightsaber. To his boots.

Kenobi blinks. One of his pupils is bigger than the other, and he can’t seem to focus his sight on Cody. 

“Really? You’ve never found me upside down?” He sounds genuinely curious about it. He’s shaky, shivery. Cody takes off his bucket and then one of his gloves. The skin of his neck is too cold to the touch, sweaty—he’s going into shock. Kenobi turns into the touch, eyes slipping closed, and Cody sighs. He leaves his hand there and holds him up when Kenobi sways.

“Nope,” Cody says distractingly. He kneels properly, his armour slipping on the cracked tarmac, and when Kenobi leans on his chest he allows it. Where the heck is Mims. Cody eyes the cuffs, and then catches the eye of Crys while he’s on his way to the upper floor as well and jerks his chin.

Kenob hums. He blinks his eyes open again, and they somehow find Cody, fix themselves to Cody’s own. They’re sharp. Crys kneels next to them, takes out something sharp and long and dangerous looking from one of his pouches and starts messing with the cuffs, and Kenobi allows it with a small sigh.

“I’m trying to think of a joke,” Kenobi finally tells him. “But the concussion doesn’t help.”

He sounds so—blasé about the whole thing.

“Something about hanging around, sir?” Crys says distractedly.

Kenobi hums again. “Too cliché.”

Crys clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes.

Mims descends upon them seconds later, and Cody steps away and lets him do his job. He puts his bucket back on and kicks away the cuffs when Crys finally pops open the lock. Kenobi shivers, eyes rolling closed, and he falls quiet, face emptying of pain and thought, of exhaustion.

“You need better material, sir,” he tells Kenobi. Somehow, his voice sounds normal. Easy. Cody clears his throat.

Kenobi blinks his eyes open again. He smiles, and his split lip bursts open again. He looks like the back side of every single trooper still Cody has had the disgrace to find in an inspection.

“Sorry to disappoint, commander,” he replies. He’s starting to fade away: he opens his mouth, half-way through whatever he was planning to say next, and then he drops off and in Mims’s ready arms. 

Cody shakes himself. He doesn’t look while Mims and his team take him away, because the job is the job is his job. He puts his glove back on, his palm tacky with someone else’s sweat and blood, and tries and fails not to hope this is the last time they’re almost too late.

[owlelite]

I’ll get to fanfiction again shortly

I’m rusty as heck with writing it seems and this saddens me greatly

I’ve got 4 prompts in the wings

Natsu x Lucy sfw angst playing on Lucy’s fear of Natsu’s fire after said incident

Natsu x Lucy nsfw spicy, Halloween hijinks

Gray x Juvia nsfw ….. simp

Nalu x Gajevy nsfw double date(still unsure if partner swapping should be a thing in this one, people get so upset over ships.)

[jung-shook-iieee]

Pairing: yoongi x reader (f).

Genre: enemies to lovers, assassin one shot, smut, 18+.

Summary: Yoongi hates you. But does he?

Word count : 3k

Warnings: Dom yoongi, sub reader, semi-public sex, lots of teasing, both are assassin, mature themes, explicit themes, NSFW, swearing/ cursing, hair pulling, choking, Manhandling, degrading, praise kink, use of nicknames.

Hey, there pretty boy. “ Yoongi sucked in a breath the moment he heard your sweet but irritating voice. He clenched his fist before turning around. You were there like always, a stupid smirk on your pretty face. Your eyes challenged him every time you two were together on a mission. Of course, he wanted to wipe that smug off your face.

” Didn’t knew Joon would count you in this time too. “ Yoongi mumbled through his clenched teeth and you shrugged nonchalantly. ” And here I thought you love my company, yoongles. .!! “ You threw a flying kiss at him. He wanted to shut your smart mouth, he was tired of it now. Maybe he could put good use to your pretty mouth?

” You just love getting on my nerves, don’t you? “ Yoongi snarled. You giggled and yoongi thought how can you be so shameless. ” No baby, you know the truth…I’m here because namjoonie needs me and so do you.“ You sang the last part at his face. He scoffed as if he really needed you. You are indeed good with weapons and you know the in’s and out of the black market very well but that doesn’t mean he needs you.

” Bold of you to assume the I need you, you’re nothing but a walking trouble. “ Yoongi scoffed walking past you and checking the earphones for any signal. He was trapped with you at this point. Namjoon didn’t tell him that you were going to be there with him.

The comments did nothing but made you laugh. You were used to his sharp tongue. Though he never said something by his heart and you never took his words on your heart. There was an unsaid mutual understanding between you two. He respected you even though you sometimes cross your limits but he never did. And that’s what you love about him.

” And now I’m trouble for you? You make me sad yoongi" Your voice pitched higher as you dramatically blamed him. Yoongi hissed at the sharp and high-pitched tone of your voice. He quickly shoved another earpiece in his ears to avoid going deaf.

“ For God’s sake just stop begging for my attention. Will you? ” Yoongi glared at you. You could swear you felt something stirring in the pit of your belly. He looked so hot when he’s angry!. And especially because of you…that’s why you always rile him up.

“ The world doesn’t revolve around you kitty.! Stop being delusional just accept that you like me and I swear I won’t tell anyone.!! ” You whispered teasingly, wiggling your eyebrows and you could see how hard he is trying to control himself.

Yoongi’s patience was running thin, he’s tired of your witty and stupid remarks. The hell you called him kitty? How dare you laugh at him? He hates you. Yes, he does and that’s enough to work him up. He just couldn’t control his beast anymore and In a blink of an eye, he pinned you against the rusty and cold walls of the old tunnel.

You barely got any time to move as he pinned you. It was unexpected. Yoongi was all bark no bite, he never raised his hands on you no matter how much you worked him up. A sharp gasped left your mouth as you felt the cold surface on your back and the fact the Min fucking Yoongi is so close to you made your legs jelly and mind blank.

Yoongi’s wrist on your neck was warm. Heck, his whole body was so warm. That’s the first time in 6 years you’re feeling him this close. From the beginning , you guessed he’s the least friendly among them and quite unreachable. His aura always told you to stay away because he doesn’t give two fucks about anyone except his brothers. So, instead of showing your true emotions towards him, you started throwing your snarky remarks at him. But he never did anything intimidating. Till now.

You were dropping hints of how badly you wanted him to wreck you all this time. All that teasing and challenges were about working him up and this cold-hearted idiot never got them until now. And now that you were finally getting what you desired the most, you just couldn’t hide your happiness.

Your lips curled up in a smile as you took in his strong yet calm Cologne. Yoongi’s eyes widened realizing that he probably crossed a limit here. As he was pulling himself back you grabbed his waist with your free hand making him halt and look into your mischievous eyes.

“ What do you think you’re doing. ” Yoongi narrowed his eyes and his breath was fanning over your lips, giving you a hint of mint chocolate he ate before. You raised your neck a little, “ Were you going to shut me up? If yes, then why are you backing off? Did you scare kitty? ” You whispered the words on his lips making his body stiff.

Yoongi knew what you were doing. He was done with your teasing. But your calm attitude didn’t sit right with him. He could immediately feel the blood rushing to his cock, his heartbeats were increasing, and his body went stiff feeling your touch. No way he’s going to burn alone. You should burn with him.. and he’ll make sure of it…

Yoongi tsked as he pressed his body closer to you. Now it was clear that there’s no space between you two. You felt your panties dampening as yoongi wrapped his long fingers around your neck. The metal rings on his fingers felt foreign on your skin. It was an unexpected move and so you couldn’t help yourself but a whimper left from your lips. Your eyes widened realizing what you just did and yoongi’s lips curled up in a teasing smirk. Of course, he knew his effect on you.

“ All I have to do is… Squeeze a little, right? ” Yoongi whispered in your ears. His voice sent chills down your spine. His hot breath fell on your cheeks making your face heat up. He looked into your eyes again, you stared into his dark eyes… Even in the dimly light, you were able to admire his soft yet dangerous features. Yoongi’s face looked prettier than ever. You studied his features with your eyes until you looked at his soft lips. You were well aware that yoongi is witnessing everything with his own eyes yet you couldn’t help yourself but grab his soft black curls and kissed him.

Yoongi was shocked. It was unexpected, it took him a moment to realize that you were kissing him. He was spellbound. He only imagined kissing you in his dreams but this time it was real. But quickly he gave in to feeling the feeling of your lips. It didn’t take him long until he’s kissing you passionately gripping your neck firmly. Your fingers curled in his messy black hair as you finally get to feel his delicious lips.

Yoongi’s kissing was bruising and overwhelming as he nipped at your lips with his teeth. He took his time exploring your mouth, sucking your tongue messily. He gave you a moment to breathe and again started kissing you like there was no end to it. You’ve only read in books about these types of kisses, but it was the first time you were experiencing this. You whinned when he pulled back, he smirked looking at your worn-out expressions. He wanted to wreck you so bad.

“ God!! Look at you. Just one kiss and you’re already whining? ” His cruel words were arousing you even more. You wanted more of this, more of him. His lips looked swelled and wet, you wanted to kiss him again. You gripped his black locks and again took his lips in your mouth but he pulled back and his grip over your neck was more firm.

“ I’m taking the control here princess, you just gotta listen to me and be a good girl for me. Yeah??? ” He asked as he gripped your neck tighter making your lips part. You only moaned in response but of course, he needed your consent so you mumbled a small yes.

In a moment he turned you around making you face the wall, he again pressed his body against yours. He grabbed your hair, “ Gotta fuck the brat out of you. Will you let me? ” He whispered in your ears while he spanked your ass. You let out a squeak as you felt the stinging sensation but you liked it and you moaned in return. “ What a fucking dumb princess huh? You were so talkative and now? Can’t even speak anything??… ” He licked a long strip on your cheeks as you shuddered in his grasp.

He made you dumb in seconds. Messing with Min Yoongi was surely no joke. Whether be in the field or in bed, yoongi always liked the control. “ Yes please..!!! " You moaned. He again slapped your other butt cheek and " Ohmygod. ” Left from your mouth, making him chuckle.

“ See all you need is a little discipline and you are all good. ” Yoongi taunted you while nipping at your earlobe. You tried to free your hands from his bruising grip but he only held your hand tighter making you whimper. “ Be a good girl for me… Will you? ” Yoongi warned you one more time and this time you nodded your head.

Yoongi managed to push down your pants and fumbled your ass cheeks a little before spanking them. God. He loved the feeling of your ass. He already thought of different ways to tame you. Yoongi fumbled with his pants and took out his hard cock. He spread your legs and felt the wetness around your core. There was a lot he must say. He was dying to taste you but he’ll save that for the next time.

You waited in anticipation as stroked his cock and rubbed through your wetness before tapping it on your swollen clit. “ Please… ” Your voice was more like music to his ears, and he wanted more of that. He pressed his bulbous head and pushed his length inside of you. You threw your head back… He was huge… You could only feel his head inside and it’s already stretching your walls.

He pulled back and pushed again a few more times until you relaxed in his grip. Just when you guessed he was completely in he gave a thrust again making you gasp loudly. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you realized he was much bigger than you imagined. “Oh, my god yoongiii.!!! ” You screamed as you felt his pelvis pressed against your ass.

“ What? Never had a dick before? Don’t worry I’ll show you the real deal baby. ” His words aroused you even more, and a wave of shame and arousal washed over you. He dug his fingers hard in your soft waist as he picked up his speed. He started thrusting harder turning you into a puddle of arousal. His thrusts were fast and animalistic, it felt as if he wanted to break you in two. You cried when you felt him even deeper than before. He was a beast and you’ll make sure to feed him.

“ What happened princess? too much? can’t take it? want me to stop?” Yoongi cockily inquired when you cried out his name. you shook your head in a no and he spanked your ass harder this time. “ words baby words.” he snarled and whimpered a “ no, please don’t stop. " Yoongi smiled witnessing your state.

it was indeed too much, you snaked your hand over your clit and started rubbing it slow when yoongi caught your hands before you could bring yourself some relief. ” yoongi please…“ you pleaded ” please what y/n ? can’t hear you.“ he teased. In any other circumstances, you would’ve hit him for all this teasing but right now he was in control, you were at his mercy tonight.

And to be honest, you were loving the way he was handling you, you dreamt of this moment for so long… Always imagined how would he treat you while taming you but it’s different than your dreams. You’re feeling the difference and you’re liking it for sure. You wanted more. he was dragging you towards the pool of pleasure.

” Touch me.. Please… “ You finally breathed out. Yoongi kissed your hair, ” I’m touching you baby. “ Yoongi ghosted his fingers on your lower tummy. You groaned Irritatingly as he played dumb. ” Touch me there. Please. “ You were so shameless all this time but now? You can barely form any sentence let telling yoongi to do something be alone.

” And exactly where do you want me to touch y/n? You better not waste my time darling. “ A shiver ran down your spine hearing his dark chuckle. It was clear he was taking his time tormenting you. ” Yoon- “ You tried saying something but it came out as a moan when yoongi slowly pushed his cock deeper into you making you feel every inch of his.

” Oh, baby I would love to see this expression of yours every day “ Yoongi chuckled slipping in and out slowly breaking you into two. He knew the pressure is too much but you have to obey him to get what you want. That’s how it works anyways.

" Touch my pussy please, please..please... ” God the way you begged made yoongi growl. He could instantly feel himself Cumming inside of your little hole. He placed his fingers on your clit and started rubbing it fastly. The cool metal rings were making contact with your clit sending a jolt in your body. You instantly cried at the intensity of his fucking.

Fuck baby, Yoongi moaned as he continued fucking you slowly as he rubbed your clit. “ OhhYoongi! Fuck! Oh so good.!! You moaned unable to form any word correctly. "Want anything else baby? You wanted my fingers and I’m giving them to you. What else do you want mhmm?” Yoongi’s pace was still slow but his fingers and his rings were making you feel dizzy.

“ Yoongi… Just... ” Again you couldn’t form your sentence correctly as your legs were shaking. “ What?? What do you want baby tell me and I’ll give it to you. ” Yoongi cooed at you, he swore he could feel you clenching tight around his dick. “ Just. Just fuck me harder daddy,please. ” You squeaked out loud. If it weren’t yoongi’s body pressing yours against the wall you swear you could’ve fallen right now.

“ That’s my girl. ” Yoongi kissed the corner of your lips as he started thrusting harder and faster. You held on to the nearest pillar for your dear life as yoongi resumed pounding you. The pleasure and pain were immense yoongi heard you blabbering something incoherent. He didn’t care, to be honest, he loved the way he made you dumb. “ Yeah take it. You begged for it so now take it like a good little girl. ” He was continuously speaking filth as he pounded you hard.

“ Look at you baby so fucked up just for me right? I’m gonna keep you… Gonna fuck you every day like this. Gonna make you mine… Goddd you’re so tight fuck…!!!! " This time yoongi moaned as he felt you clenching around his dick. Yoongi was so deep in pleasure he wanted to bask in your pleasure every fucking day.

” YesYesYesYes… Please don’t stop… I’m yours please just don’t… “ His dirty talking and his thrust were bringing you close to your orgasm. You felt yourself clenching so hard around his dick that you pressed your face on the walls as he fucked you.

” Mmh yes baby don’t you dare waste a single drop, cum around me I can feel you’re close. Cum princess. “ Yoongi cooed at you while rubbing your clit fastly. He felt you Cumming around his dick and damn!!!!!! You were sure this was the best orgasm of yours till now. Yoongi didn’t stop he only moaned in response.

Soon you felt him Cumming deep inside you. Yoongi panted as he rode through his high. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips as regained his breath. You fell down as your legs were numb yoongi too sat down next to you and dragged you on his lap. ” You are going to keep it safe here. “ Yoongi again pushed his fingers In your pussy to make sure his cum stays inside you. You grabbed his face and kissed him one more time.

” See I told you they acted all along. “ You both jerked up as you guys heard jungkook’s voice from the earpiece. Both of your faces heated up realizing that the microphone was still on. ” The fuck yoongi. “ You whispered screamed at him. Yoongi looked genuinely embarrassed because now everyone knew you two fucked.

” I’m sorry. “ Yoongi said to you. ” Don’t be sorry Hyung I won the bet because of you. “ Jungkook laughed and taehyung groaned at the back.

” It wasn’t for you idiot.“ yoongi barked through.

What did you two fuckers even bet? ” You asked. “ Well gguk said you two like each other and would probably fuck since you two are alone there but our taehyungie said otherwise. ” Hoseok chimed in between making you groan silently.

“ I’m going to kill you both. ” Yoongi threatened as he double-tapped on the earpiece and shut off his microphone. A moment or two passed as you both sat there silently. “Did you mean it though? ” You asked looking into his eyes. He looked confused but answered honestly.

“ No, I won’t kill them I’ll just rip their- ” “ No yoongi not that. ” You spoke in between cutting him off. Now he was even more confused. “ You said you’ll keep me and make me yours something like that. ” You avoided his gaze as you reformed your question.

Yoongi chuckled realizing what you meant. He kissed your forehead and then pressed his own on yours. “ Hmm you’re mine now and I won’t let you go baby.!!”

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Ajsjsksksks min fuggin yoongi... I'm so feral for him I'm telling you guys. 💀

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The Person You Care For Most (Terurei-ish)

When Teruya receives his motive video, he already knows who he’ll see. He still doesn’t take it well.

(This is my first DRA/SDRA2 fic, and I haven’t written anything in about a year, so sorry if I’m rusty or the characters seem OOC. And shoutout to @i-cant-stop-fandoming-help for inspiring me to write this!)

“The details of the video are different depending on the person, but each will feature the person you care for most.”

As soon as the words left Monocrow’s mouth, Teruya went stiff. He could tell people had started to talk again, started to ask questions, but their words all went in one ear and right out the other. His gaze lowered to the floor, and his mouth felt dry. The person he cared for most… even now, without her by his side, he could picture her perfectly in his mind. Her piercing golden eyes, her soft ginger curls, that warm look she always saved just for him…

…It couldn’t be, right?

He didn’t have time to dwell on it, being jolted out of his thoughts by an abrupt, booming voice. “You’re right!” Shinji cried, his gung-ho energy no less apparent than ever. Who the heck was he talking to…? Who was right about what? How long did he zone out for? “We can just choose NOT to watch it!”

For a few seconds, Teruya almost considered the idea. No way something Mikado called a motive would be any good to them, and maybe they’d be better off not knowing anyway. Maybe he’d rather not know… but as his mind drifted back to her, countless conversations replayed themselves in his head. Countless conversations where, over and over, he’d been told the same thing. Setsuka, Nikei, Sora… everyone. “Dead,” they each told him. “That Rei woman is dead.” Even when he refused to believe it outright, the thought haunted him every waking hour. The question never completely faded. Teruya clenched his jaw and let his hand fall to his side, carefully hovering over the pocket that held his Monopad.

“If you don’t watch the video, you’ll be punished.” Any other day, Teruya might have found the thinly veiled annoyance in Mikado’s voice amusing. Heck, he’d have found it hilarious. But this time… he couldn’t this time. Not now.

One or two people piped up in protest. Hibiki first, then Nikei after her. Part of Teruya wanted to snap at them, to tell them to just be quiet so they could watch their videos, so he could learn the truth, so he could see her face one last time… the other knew better. Of course he was antsy, his concern only growing with each passing second he was left in the dark. But could he really blame them? These people couldn’t be trusted. He knew that much. But still, when they tried so hard to keep it together and work as a team, this kind of setback would be demotivating for everyone. He knew that all too well. Still, the hand he kept waiting over his pocket twitched impatiently, and no amount of sympathy could stop the questions hurtling themselves around his mind in their own little hurricane of stress and anxiety. Teruya grimaced.

He wanted to say something.

He wanted to see her.

He needed to know if she was safe.

“Enough with the nonsense. If you’re gonna show us something, do it already. It’s already nighttime, and we’re wasting valuable time here.”

Teruya’s head snapped upward. He never thought he’d see the day he and Syobai agreed, and he felt a little guilty that they did. Maybe it was too blunt, and maybe it was a bit insensitive, but… what good would stalling be? A few people glared his way, not that Syobai seemed to mind. “Hmm… very well then.” Monocrow conceded with a firm nod. The room went silent, and everyone held their breath. In no more than five seconds, a number of dings went off. “I’ve now sent the videos. Please check your student handbooks.”

No one had to tell him twice. Teruya wasted no time damn near yanking his monopad right out of his pocket, briefly fumbling with (and nearly dropping) the device in the process. One or two others had already checked their student handbooks by the time he’d caught himself, but he barely noticed their reactions, let alone had time to acknowledge them. His focus was entirely set on the device in his hand, held so tightly his knuckles turned white. On it, a black screen with a white play button awaited his input.

Teruya braced himself, and hit play.

At first, nothing happened. No audio. No visuals. Nothing more than silent, black nothingness. Just as he thought to ask if it was glitched, some crackling noise stopped him. He focused back on the video with wide eyes and bated breath. The black began to fade, and the first thing to catch Teruya’s eye was the bright, illuminating flames growing higher and higher in what looked like a plaza. Where was this video taken…? He didn’t remember ever going to a plaza, nor did he remember anyone mentioning one to him, but for some reason it all felt so familiar... Screams erupted from within the video, and for a moment he could have sworn he heard his own among them. The camera zoomed in, slowly travelling closer and closer until it was enveloped by the flames. Teruya subconsciously brought the tablet closer to his face, fully engrossed.

Nothing could have prepared him to see his partner standing in the middle of all that fire.

Unsurprisingly, she recovered from the shock faster than most would have. Rei took a deep breath as she examined her surroundings, keeping her composure despite it all. Teruya had always admired Rei’s ability to keep calm even in the most dire of situations, but even she couldn’t hide her fear behind that stoic expression for long, and a similar sense of dread slowly began to wrap itself around Teruya.

“Damn it… Teruya!?”

He could feel his breath hitch when she started to frantically shout for him. “Teruya!” Rei shouted again, more firmly this time. He desperately wanted to respond, to tell her he was right there, that everything would be okay, and that’s when it hit him. Rei was there, and he was here. She was in danger, and Teruya wasn’t there with her. He was completely helpless to do anything but watch. As the video went on and the realization slowly creeped up on him, his heart began to sink. “I’m fine, just listen—“ she yelped, suddenly yanking her hand away from the fire. She tightly grasped her hand in the other with a pained hiss, but continued to call out to him. “You need to get out of there!” Despite her almost screaming by now, the horrified cries of whoever was on the other side seemed to completely down her out. Rei swallowed, the fear growing more evident on her face as the ever-growing flames closed in from every direction. “Get back to the boat, I’ll—“

Teruya and Rei gasped simultaneously as the bottom of Rei’s coat caught fire. Rei looked just as horrified as Teruya felt as she searched fruitlessly for a solution. An escape. Anything. She swore under her breath, running her fingers messily through her hair. “Alright,” Rei muttered to herself, her face pale and sweating. Her whole body trembled as she opened her mouth to shout one last time. “Teruya, I—!”

The screen went dark.

Teruya waited.

Nothing happened.

He felt sick.

He kept staring blankly at the screen, silently praying. This was just a glitch. There was more. There had to be more, that couldn’t be it. All those desperate attempts to convince him of Rei’s death came flooding back, and each argument seemed to repeat itself over and over on a painful, endless loop. Even as the others finished their own videos one by one, even as they began to scream and panic and cry, even though he’d so desperately wanted to help when he first arrived, Teruya did nothing. He couldn’t. He couldn’t comfort anyone, he couldn’t save anyone, god, he couldn’t even…

Teruya slipped his monopad back into his pocket. His vision blurred, and he struggled to tell if it was his hands shaking, or the rest of him. With everyone talking over each other, he could barely make out what they were saying. He couldn’t bring himself to try. All he could think of was Rei, the fire, her terrified expression, whatever she had tried to tell him before the video cut off… just picking apart his emotions felt like an impossible task. Fear. Despair. Rage. Confusion. And though on the verge of passing out, he just managed to tune back in once Monocrow cleared his throat.

“…To explain, you’ve probably seen a scene involving your most precious ones.” He scanned the crowd as if taking the time to analyze each individual face, and yet seemed to somehow avoid looking any of them in the eye. “I don’t know what kind of state they were in, but you each know what your own was like. So, here’s the highlight: three days! If a murder occurs within three days, I will show the blackened the final part of the video they watched.” So was why it cut off…? “In that video, you’ll see what happened to that person, where they are, and the state they’re in… so, you’ll get to see everything.”

The rest was a blur. So that was it. That was the motive. Teruya wanted to break down and cry, or hit something, or just do anything to rid himself of the utter misery that had befallen him. To be given a choice like that… killing someone to find out what happened to Rei, or never knowing… god, it was cruel. Teruya couldn’t kill anyone. He wouldn’t. He had made enough mistakes in his life, and he wasn’t eager to make more. But having seen all that, having no idea where Rei could be, and having no idea how to proceed… his whole world stopped. He took a deep breath in, then a deep breath out, grasping his scarf for comfort. Keep it together, Teruya. He told himself. What would Rei do? What would Tsurugi do? What am I going to do…?

“M-Mikado… Sannoji…” He whispered, his desperation barely contained as he seethed. “You bastard… what— what did you do to her…!?”

“Oh my,” Mikado sneered. “Has my dear Teruya already forgotten? You can find all the answers your heart desires all by yourself! You don’t even need to ask me! Well…” A sadistic grin formed on the masked half of his face, the other half deadpan as ever. “…If you want it badly enough.”

Teruya froze. It didn’t take a genius to understand the implications. Not after it had been explained so clearly. But he refused to believe it. Any of it. Rei wasn’t really dead. He wouldn’t really have to kill anyone to find the truth. None of this was really happening. Images of that damned video flashed through his mind despite his attempts to cast them out. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t happening. “I-It can’t be true,” Teruya declared aloud, desperately clinging to that last, baseless strand of hope. “Yeah…” He reassured himself again. “That can’t be true!”

He pushed past someone—he couldn’t tell who—in his beeline for the exit. He could hear somebody calling after him, but didn’t look back. He just needed to think. It was a coincidence. No matter what he saw or what anyone told him, there had to be something else. Something that could explain what he saw. All he had to do was find it.

Rei was still alive.

She had to be.

Even if no one else believed it.

Even if Teruya didn’t believe it.

[siryouarebeingmocked]

Someone recently claimed that the new Davies era of doctor who has no more wokism* than the show used to.

Now, maybe I've just changed in the past few decades, but from what I've heard of the 60th anniversary specials it does seem a tad more concentrated. Cherry-picking SPOILERS, sweeties.

- Donna got married offscreen. To what I can only assume is the last black cab driver in London.

- Her kid is trans. Specifically, non-binary, female presenting, says the wiki.** - In the next episode, we learn the Doctor is gay/bi when he thinks Sir Isaac Newton is hot. I'd smugly say this bit has no real relevance, but...the actual scene does carry the episode theme of accidentally changing reality. It's just the queer bit that seems tacked on. Though it does carry forward themes from 10s era. - Sir Zack himself is played by a half-Indian actor. It's not exactly hard to tell. I'm assuming they're running on Bridgerton logic. https://twitter.com/frozenaesthetic/status/1731332492282429950 - This episode is basically just Donna and the Doc exploring a weird location, and running into monsters, who happen to look like them. It would be a bottle episode, except for the large vfx budget. And yet ol' Rusty somehow managed to awkwardly wedge in an  progressive issue. - In the next episode, the villain explains how he's just exploiting the divisions that already exist in human society, including cancel culture. - no wait he's got a point. Jpg - This is ironic, given that Davies and/or his broadcasting house masters are pretty blatantly on the team that a) coined the word,  b) cancels people the most often, and c) defends the idea of Internet lynch mobs*** (***as long as they're left wing. If not, they're *ist "trolls", even if they're just complaining about the latest sacred cow.) Maybe the Davies was criticizing his own team. * Because the Toymaker was kind of racist back in the day (white dude dressed like a stereotypical Chinese dude), Davies made the new version a bit racist "as a callback to his original, problematic depiction back in 1966." - TVtropes, ref. DW Unleashed. On the other hand, the Toymaker also mocks and dresses as several other cultural archetypes. All the ones I've seen were white European ones. He just does this to everyone, apparently. - Toymaker also weaponizes the Spice Girls hit "Spice Up Your Life". No, I will not explain. Though I will note that a line about the "Yellow man in Timbuktu" was apparently drowned out in the episode. Probably for being a tad spicy. - One new UNIT character is a lady in a wheelchair. When the new Tardis - no, I will not explain - has a wheelchair ramp, she happily points it out. Which makes me wonder why the blue box would be so limited, considering it often deals with alien species. - Also, the same actress played a disabled Companion in the Big Finish audio dramas. I'm not sure why it was considered essential to do so in an entirely audio format, but there have been controversies over this sort of thing before (EG Artie on Glee, various racial voice acting controversies). - At this point, casting Ncuti Gatwa as 15 doesn't even register. Not really a blip on my radar. Black Doc? Whatevs. His sonic screwdriver has Rwandan words on it? So? I go to church with lots of Africans. Heck, I'm a black immigrant to ol' Blighty myself, just from the other side of the pond. Ncuti is, chronologically speaking, more British than I am. - Though given that he's Rwandan-Scottish, there may be some debate on the "British" part. - Wikipedia says the actor is pretty left-wing, but the actor seems good so far, so I'm willing to give him a sha-

Oh, come ON!

Maybe the original person speaking was comparing it to the Chibnall “history has always been a whitewash” era, which had a character who was a paper thin Trump satire. A tad ironic, when the whole point of bringing Davies, Tennant, and Tate back is to play on nostalgia.

*Tangent: that word was apparently voted  the most annoying words in English. Which is kind of hilarious if you know that it was originally created to self-describe certain progressives. And the "you can't even define that word!" meme was almost certainly ripped off from the right wing "what is a woman?" Meme. ** This is apparently because she's part Time Lord, through Donna. It seems a tad interesting to me that a few works featuring non binary characters happen to make them enby due to some sort of supernatural (Omniscient Reader) or sci-fi (SW Squadrons) influence which the vast majority of IRL enbies don't have. ...As far as I know.

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Hey! I'm sooooo happy to finally find another person that ships Scarecrow and Batman! This is ship is so underrated and it deserves MUCH more recognition 👏☺️ Also, I love your art and analysis of these characters!

I don't know if you've answered this before, but what do you think about the Arkhamverse version of them? I would prefer Arkham Knight, but if you feel uncomfortable with it, Arkham Asylum is fine (I love both). I don't know what to think of it at the moment and I'm trying to form an opinion!

I hope you have an amazing day!! ❤️❤️

Can I be 🐓 anon if you allow anons?

hello there!! i’m also happy to meet another fellow-minded scarebat believer out there! scarebat is just such a fascinating ship. i’m honestly go uwu when i see other people enjoying it too! this pair indeed deserve more recognition an’ love! an’ aw, heck, thank you! it makes me blush knowing that someone can have fun with those lil, whimsical things i do! 

an’ oh, nope. i didn’t answer this one! arkhamverse’s content is smth that i see circulating around a lot, but i didn’t see much content for that version of scarebat. i guess, the constant choking, an’ ‘get on your knees now, crane’ wasn’t enough to awaken smth in anyone *besides me an’ 2-3 other fine wine enjoyers*. which is once again too bad, bc even design wise, they’re kinda a banger in their own right. whichever version we take, it’s just a good contrast between batman’s heavy armour an’ jon’s typical rags *with some cyber-punk touch later on*. like, while i’m a simple gal who tends to simp for ‘classic’ outlooks, i do appreciate what the game did. gotta love crane’s freddy krueger syringe glove, an’ how he got it embedded into bruce’s neck an’ chest, an’ then got stabbed with it himself lol. there is a lot of homoerotic stuff, which can be done with it! esp bc it’s such a close range weapon, an’ each version of akrham’s crane used it differently. in arkham asylum, he injected the poison into bruce’s arm. the desperate, angry action kinda reminded me of a pissy, bristling animal, that would bite your hand, when if you try to grab it. in the next game, jon was way more vicious, less of a thrashing opossum that you find in your garage an’ more of a snake, that you accidentally step on, while you climbing down your porch. the vast difference between his mental states then an’ later on is an interesting theme for speculations. esp bc bruce is also worse to wear in the next game. in fact, i’d say that arkham knight sorta depicts them at their subjective ‘worst’ almost. an’ it says smth, bc i don’t think that either of them are ever in good mental place. 

i kinda find it interesting how some people would assume, that if person acts cold an’ detached, it means that they’re ‘in control’, when sometimes, it’s the opposite. in bruce’s case for sure. but i’d like this for some versions of crane as well, bc it suits his psychotype as well. not to mention, that jon’s hygiene in arkham knight is at its lowest too, which says a few things about his mental state right off the bat. or how he didn’t seem to properly treat his own wounds, just instantly throwing himself into his biggest scheme. a man truly possessed by revenge. 

but welp, if we go into specifics of each separate version of arkhamverse, i guess, i will start with arkham asylum! my memories about those games are a bit rusty, but i’ll go with what i remember. providing more emphasis on arkham knight, since they do have more going on an’ you seem more interested in that specific version too! 

still, first things first, i love how jonathan was half-naked during the first game lol. it’s just so funny to me, bc he is usually covered from head to toe, but in there, he was shirtless, wearing pants that held for dear life on those skinny hips an’ i’ll bet dude had nothing underneath them either. he’s never was the most proper person, admittingly, but idk, running around the dirty asylum an’ hunting your enemy while showing off your nips an’ stomach is…smth else. esp for a prude like crane. but i guess, at that point of time, he seemed to be so deranged, that his usual body issues no longer worried him. besides, poison ivy walked around in her underwear an’ blouse that was held together by one durable button, why can’t he do the same? it’s not like batman would comment on it, even if he wanted to. but like, honestly, all the hints of possible spooky + sexy times were there, so it’s a shocker, that no one has done anything about it yet. i mean, you literally have jonathan, who was flashing the bat for 20 minutes straight, an’ it’s not smth that the majority of cranes would ever have the guts to do in any other set-up. btas an’ comicverse ones would downright combust, before they’d be walking around batman shirtless. but not that gremlin. he was all about it. even if i do think, that he wasn't fully aware about what it means, an’ that it’s kinda embarrassing to do smth like that, while you are trying to be intimidating. he’s not bane. it’s not like he has some crazy muscular mass to show off. but it is very stimulating to think about the ways it all can be used in. the cold bat’s armour to exposed skin of a spooky toothpick. batman grips scarecrow’s clothes, when they fight. in there, it’ll be almost all naked skin. that’s a sexy imagery to have! 

as for the substance of the arkham asylum on itself, i don’t think that scarecrow was in there a lot. but then again, maybe i just remember it this way. it is however curious how fast crane goes from campy looney to more serious, jarred person, we see in the next game. an’ his whole motivation shifts from ‘you’re just like us and have fears’ to ‘there is no saviour. no hope’. almost like he was very, very let down, when batman failed to save him that one time lol. but considering that arkhamverse kept jonathan’s comic origin, it’s safe to assume that yeah, he took that very-very personally. he isn’t the joker, who kinda never brings up how many times, batman casually let him ‘die’. the btas alone has like 3 occasions like that lmao. meanwhile, jon went into a scornful cold rage, after just one epic fail, which, at the end of the day, is very him lol. the drugged up bat didn’t save him, that’s it. no one’s supremacy, fuck gotham. an’ i’m only partly jeering here. 

which leads us straight to to arkham knight version, an’ to bruce instantly going up there an’ choking the living hell out of jon, the second he sees him. what a reunion! esp with that whole head hitting an’ throwing crane onto floor, like a ragdoll. batman just had to assert his dominance, even when jonathan barely opened his mouth. *bc yeah, you stay down, bottom*. i like how crane tried his hardest to be serious an’ imposing during that whole deal, but the bat just wasn't super amused. yet, like usual, he did give the scarecrow room to speak later on. allowing him to walk around him. an’ boy, gotta appreciate that ‘bad guy's sly hips play’ as scarecrow circled the bat. it was quite a vision. even with fucked up leg, he managed to pull that off. i wish there were more moments like this. they had a lot of potential for more brutal scarebat interactions, than some other versions of them. all the cues for it were there. batman was hallucinating a ghost of a dead clown, who wouldn’t shut up about whatever, an’ jonathan was all about his ‘end goal’, not caring what he had to do to get to it. what an explosive combo. i was low-key surprised, that bruce didn’t wipe the floor with crane just out of pure frustration, an’ then some. an’ considering how fucked up they both are in that version, it wouldn’t put it past the ghost!joker to suggest they’d do smth else with crane, if batman is unwilling to kill him. there is actually a lot of leeway, with bruce blaming some stuff on his personal brain damage, while joker just keeps on pouring gasoline into the fire. i even had this one idea about the joker playing a horrible matchmaker just to make everyone even more miserable, but mostly just bruce. all while not expecting crane to be able to return the sentiment in his own messed up manner. 

an’ speaking of sentiment, i do think that it can be here as well. it’ll be buried under layers an’ layers of pseudo-resentment, but that’s like typical scarebat. no one ever talk about their real emotions in that ship lol. well, not in a normal way. in arkham knight, i suppose the joker can be a narrator of bruce an’ crane’s relationships. not missing a beat to tell them *well, bruce* how much they suck. an’ he won’t even be wrong, batman abandoning some of his duties, bc well, this. an’ crane as per usual getting confused by feelings, that isn’t hatred or fear. they can enter those intense relationships with the worst kind of miscommunication. bc they awful at it, when they’re not super unstable *or at least one of them isn’t*, an’ now they can be godawful at it, bc batman is close to breaking point, an’ jonathan is at his bitterests an’ pettiest. crane also can assume, that he can ‘unmade’ the bat this way, all while messing up his own scheme in the process. with god’s help, they might even survive this. idk about gotham tho lol. the joker being a third wheel an’ technically a cuck in that situation just adds how messed up it all is. but maybe with jon’s ‘help’, they can deal with that problem too. i don’t think, crane would like to share in any way. i mean, he would have been pissed off, if he learned that batman had a mini-devil on his shoulder the whole time. in a way, it kinda defeats the purpose of it all. it would almost like taking all the credit from him, an’ he won’t stand for it. crane combating bruce’s personal ghosts for his own selfish, possessive needs is smth, i would have liked to see for them. jonathan accidently being a good psychiatrist to bruce is my peak scarebat dark comedy. similar to how in ‘kings of fear’, it was basically ‘i can fix him, but bitch, you’re worse’ kind of deal too. in return, bruce can try an’ help crane actually put some proper garnet for his leg on, an’ look a bit less like a sickly *even if scary-spooky-cool* animal. they can find some middle ground, even if for questionable reasons, or they can have that slow-burn from enemies to lovers thing too. heck, i mean, it’s a wonder how come that scarecrow didn’t kidnap bruce first to try an’ break him a tad more, before making gotham see ‘that they had no hope’ an’ all that. 

on less game plot related notes, i do like to play around with what can be done about jon’s state in arkham knight. like his face being all messed up, half of his body moving way more stiffly, there are a lot of things that can be done with it. an’ the parallel of batman being crippled on the inside an’ crane being pretty much this an’ then also damaged outside of it….mmm, that’s just good. also we all know that nolanverse crane moaned ‘batman’ like a whore while his hair were pulled, but what about arkham knight’s scarecrow lil gay gasps an’ whimpers, when bruce held him by the throat an’ injected him with his own toxin? if gordon an’ jason weren’t there, i wonder what might have happened lol. love scarecrow’s scared expressions in that game btw, somehow they still manage to make him look cute. 

an’ now for a bit of nitpicky bit. when i look back at arkham knight, like some other folks, i do wish there was less…joker in it. he did add some fun elements there or here, but he should have been a background segment tbh. i really wanted to see more of mindbending stuff similar to level in arkham asylum. batman ‘given into’ hallucination joker’s cheers to kill crane, even if it was all a mindfuck bit was tasteless for me. if they wanna make bruce kinda walk that route, i’d rather see him doing it by his own misgivings an’ rage. tho, i do give credit where it’s duo, crane saying ‘you’ve changed’ an’ not sounding esp thrilled about it was curious smth. 

but omg, that’s got long, haha. hope, it’s not too troublesome. i’m kinda chatty an’ rambly kind of person, esp when i talk about things i love. can’t talk short in most cases. 

thank you for the ask btw! i do enjoy talking about scarebat a lot, no matter what version. an’ i hope, that your day is going great as well! i do apologise for how late some of my responses are coming through. i tend to pick at questions for a couple of days or so, just to make sure that i kinda give it my utmost thoughts, haha. hopefully, my answer helped you to form your own vision on the matter better or gave you an idea how different / similar you see smth, when it comes to those two. 

an’ sure thing! that’s a cute symbole btw!

[litsetaure]

Okay, so here’s another headcanon relating to James being Indian - one that possibly explains a longstanding mystery.

A little background: record keeping in India is, to say the least, pretty ropey. A lot of the older generation (aka, my grandparents) didn’t actually have birth certificates. Hell, we don’t actually know when my grandmother was born. We know where, but not exactly when. (I’m not entirely sure we know when my grandfather was born either, since I strongly suspect he lied about his age when he joined the army in WW2.)

But anyway. There are some records though, that are literal scrolls kept by the pandits, or Hindu priests, in holy cities on the river Ganges (Varanasi, Haridwar, etc.) Each Hindu family has a pandit, and each family has a set of scrolls tracing the family back generations. My family has one. Chances are, if you’re from a Hindu family or married into one, you’ll be on one, though it’s not always easy to find. (We were just lucky that we knew which city ours were in.)

Okay, so what’s this got to do with James? Well, it’s pretty likely that his Indian family are culturally Hindu (even if they’re not necessarily practicing nowadays), so they’d have these family scrolls in India.

So which mystery does this solve? Well, the mystery of where the hell Sirius was at the start of GoF when he was using huge colourful birds to write to Harry?

Yeah, that’s right. My headcanon is that Sirius went to India. He went to see the Potter family pandit to update the scroll with James’ (and Lily’s, and possibly Fleamont’s, unless someone else did it) date of death and add Harry’s name to the scroll.

But then he saw something that shocked him on the scroll, next to James’ name. His ability to read Sanskrit is pretty rusty nowadays, but he can still recognise his own name. At some point, before he died, Fleamont must have either written to the pandit, or gone to India, and had Sirius’ name added. Listing him as James’ brother. As family.

Later (while sobbing uncontrollably), Sirius mirror-calls Remus to tell him that. But Remus then realises something. If anyone intentionally betrays another member of their family, their name disappears from the scroll. It’s extremely old magic that’s been imbued in those scrolls for centuries. No one knows how it’s done; the only people who would know are long dead.

You see where I’m going with this? Sirius’ name is still there. It was never erased. And he couldn’t have rewritten it. That means he never betrayed James and Lily. It means they have proof he’s innocent.

Remus tells Sirius ‘get that fucking scroll by any means necessary so we can clear your name! Not even Fudge can ignore this, not without being called a massive bigot.’ (Okay, there was actually a lot more swearing, since my headcanon is that Remus swears like a sailor. He’s not a werewolf, he’s a swearwolf!)

So Sirius races back to Haridwar to do just that. Either he manages it and his name gets cleared (thanks to some ‘nudging’ from a few powerful people) or, he’s halfway there when he gets the letter from Harry about his scar hurting and promptly flies home.

Personally, I like the idea that he gets the scroll and gets cleared. Heck, maybe the pandit agrees to testify! And yes, I know it doesn’t happen in canon, but it would make a good AU.

[hopemariposa]

My Thoughts (That You Didn’t Ask For) Upon Watching Bluey

art creds: Pinterest @kawo2206

god bless *blows kiss* <3

I hate Muffin. I hate Muffin with everything in me. She is the bane of my existence. I have never wished such violence upon a toddler.

The use of the term “tactical wee” has become part of my everyday vernacular. i have to tactical wee before my classes. I must tactical wee on road trips. I tell my mother to tactical wee. Bingo’s off-handed line has overtaken my life.

I have cried far too often during these episodes. Sometimes it isn’t even during a particularly emotional scene. Sometimes I just…. Cry

in the episode “tickle crab” (S2:E1). legitimately laughed more than I do during quote-on-quote “comedy movies”

the recurring joke names used during play scenes makes me point and gawk at the screen the way that MLP FIM expected me to every time they introduced a new allicorn

It has healed parts of me that I did not know needed to be healed. I have an undiagnosed something and have needed therapy since the seventh grade. But that is unrelated, I am sure.

now I give you this rigorous list of my favorite episodes:

S1:E7 “BBQ”— it humors me.

S1:E11 “Bike”— also the first episode I cried during

S1:E17 “Calypso”— scratches an itch in my brain, bonus points because it’s wholesome

S1:E37 “The Adventure”— the perfect depiction of a child’s overactive imagination (it’s me, I’m child)

S1:E43 “Camping”— iconic episode, is the reason I got interested in Bluey, no matter what the ending will make me cry

S2:E3 “Dance Mode”— just…. such a good lesson for little kids to learn and… oopsie I’m crying again

S2:E13 “Army”— wholesome as heck. so so wholesome. also I love Rusty and Jack.

S2:E18 “Escape”— just a fun episode

S2:E20 “Queens”— Bandit in this episode??? funniest thing ever.

S2:E35 “The Quiet Game”— I love Alfie. loved him from the moment I saw him. he must be cherished. awkward little cinnamon roll 🥺

please send me Alfie fanart. please.

finally, I leave you with this:

[the-mspfa-200-favourites-project]

XenoLogia

Ahhhh…I’ve been waiting to check out this one for FOREVER. Remember Night Fall? This is by that same author. Yeah. Nightfall, all the way back in 2013, that was like, the first continuation of Homestuck’s story BEFORE IT EVEN ENDED. How Naïve I was back then, how less battle-hardened I was! But those days are long gone…I’ve seen things. I’ve read some comics. And now, I am ready to read the TRUE attempt. And this isn’t just a continuation of Homestuck. This, in fact, is an all new, original webcomic that is in the vein of a more traditional comic, like, say, oh I don’t know, SuperEgo? Yeah, we’re dropping all the old names for this one. That’s why I was excited to check this out, considering that apparently it has nothing to do with Homestuck, or trying to emulate Old Video Games, or whatever. Just a straightforward story about aliens and governments (I assume). Anyways. Enough rambling.

Okay so this song(??????) that it starts off with is an absolute BANGER, first of all. Secondly, the song is like, on a full animation???????? What the heck???????? This is just so much high production right out of the gate it’s insane, and the ambition that it communicates to me is…really good. And yet, I can totally just see how it’s the same art style as Night Fall had. The moment the main protagonist/vocalist person opened their eyes, I went, oh yeah, this is by the creator of Night Fall.

So I have no idea, if my floundering tone is any indication, how to actually describe this comic accurately. Like, it uses all the main format of an MSPFA (colored dialogue boxes, one panel per page, animations within the comic itself), but is 100% also more in line with more…traditional webcomics such as Paranatural and I guess that’s the only webcomic I know of. But without the full page of panels. I guess it’s been so long since I got like, a really traditional comic like Oceanfalls or Cult Following or SuperEgo that I’m a little rusty actually reading a non-SBURB/Homestuck AU/Problem Sleuth/Sleuthlike webcomic. Or something. Maybe I’m just tired. Anyways, Wow lots of big names being swung around here in my notes tonight.

Now, that being said. What are my current thoughts. Mainly that that song was sick and I’m still getting over that intro, but…now that it’s to the actual comic, I’m beginning to hit that wall again.

Character dialogue. It is, without question, one of the make-or-break things in a comic. If you can’t have a snappy premise, interesting bits, funny moments, or good characters, than it’s really hard to keep my attention, and of those, good characters is definitely the hardest to get right. This is like, one of *the* reasons why I like Vast Error so much; not because of it’s jigsaw puzzle-plot or it’s insane production values, but rather that it HAS created some characters (namely Serpaz…shoutouts Serpaz) that will stay in my brain forever. And that’s quite the accomplishment, quite honestly. But getting back to Xenologia, so far, I’m not exactly feeling it. It’s kind of…rote? Cliché? Doggerel? Other words I’m probably using wrong? Not that that’s a bad thing necessarily sometimes but…I don’t think that’s how I get attached to something.

When I think about the characters that have attached themselves to my brain, they are usually like. One note. But like, in a way that makes it so that that one note SINGS. OR, they are doing one note, but that one note is so interesting and unique in the grand scheme of things that it becomes a complex, complicated character. Or maybe I just like really silly, wacky antics and this webcomic is giving me none of that and only the vague feeling that this is really just like, a shadow pilot to an animation show that the creator wanted to make.

I don’t know. Like I said previously, I feel like I’m floundering to describe what it is that makes or breaks a webcomic for me, or why I like or dislike a webcomic. I find that that happens more often for things I’m neutral about rather than things that I *really, really* like. I guess that makes sense—the more interested in something you are, the more willing you are to pull back the layers and see what really makes that thing tick, and especially what makes it tick in comparison to other webcomics you’ve read. But I guess all that is to say that I think this is a competently, well executed work of fiction with a lot of clear heart and passion and effort put into it that I, personally, am not getting into. Which kind of sucks, but I guess that’s that…