#idk this just has little mouse energy

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

i love my little mouse man

[tenwhiteandalusians]

so no one was going to tell me if i got literally one episode further tenax drops that he’s the one who saved scorpus from his mom’s pimp AND that he’s intimately familiar with scorpus’ dick when he was younger. guys. guys.

[extraaa-30]

PJO, Disney, and Palestine

I'm seeing some nonsense in the PJO fandom rn about how to support Palestine. And, though I'm by no means an expert, I am super super done seeing all the nastiness and bad takes. So I'm gonna try to clear up some confusion.

Long post ahead, bear with me <3

First, let me be real clear: Free Palestine.

I'm not getting into it more than that. You either know already or should know about the ongoing genocide. If you don't know, there are plenty of resources available.

Obviously, we should all be doing everything we can to support Palestine. There are lots of ways to do this. One of those ways is to observe boycotts called for by the BDS (Boycott, Divestment, Sanctions) movement.

BDS has a policy on Disney. But it does not mean what most of this fandom thinks it means.

Here is the official list of BDS targets as of three days ago (1/17/24):

(source)

You'll notice there are four types of targets. Let's go.

1.) Consumer boycott targets

This is the category most people think of. BDS has asked for a total consumer boycott of these brands. In other words: do not buy from these brands.

[List from image: AXA, Puma, HP, Chevron, Ahava, Carrefour, Caltex, Siemens, RE/MAX, Texaco, SodaStream]

Worth noting: Sabra hummus is also a major part of this list. Not sure why it was left out of the graphic.

Here is more info from BDS about the reasoning for these choices. You'll notice that Disney is not in this target category. Let's move on.

2.) Divestment and exclusion targets

This category is about pressuring governments and institutions to end their dealings with these brands on a large scale.

It's really important to note that BDS is not asking consumers to boycott this category. The best way we can support is to put pressure on our institutions (e.g. local governments, universities).

Obviously, if you personally want to stop buying from these brands, you can! But that is not the ask from BDS right now. That is your personal choice.

[List from image: Elbit Systems, Intel, Chevron, CAF, Barclays, JCB, CAT (Caterpillar Inc.), Volvo, TKH Security, HD Hyundai, Hikvision]

Still don't see Disney, right? Moving on.

3.) Pressure targets

And here we have arrived!

✨✨ This category includes Disney. ✨✨

BDS is asking us to conduct pressure campaigns against these targets.

This can include boycotting ("when reasonable alternatives exist")! It can also include:

lobbying (sending letters, emails, petitions...)

peaceful disruptions (nonviolent direct action, protests)

social media pressure ("hey followers, go sign this petition! go call this number!" "@ slimy corporation, why do you support genocide?")

[List from image: Google, Amazon, Booking.com, Teva, Expedia, AirBnB, Disney]

Again, if you personally want to boycott these brands, go ahead! That is a valid and worthwhile choice that you can make. It's worth noting though that boycotting does not mean just pirating a show on a different platform.

Boycotting is about ending our support as consumers completely.

That means ending subscriptions, canceling accounts. It also means not consuming any products from these companies or their subsidiaries. For Disney that includes Marvel, ABC, ESPN, Pixar, National Geographic, and literally a billion others. For Google, it's not just the search engine but things like Google Docs and YouTube.

As you can imagine, a complete consumer boycott of these brands would be complicated. That is why, strategically, BDS is not asking for that at this time.

It is imperative that the movement to free Palestine is strategic and organized.

The BDS movement has been doing this work for a long time. Following their lead is a good idea. Directing our energy into the actions they recommend is efficient and vital.

I've seen a lot of people in this fandom saying to boycott Disney as if it's a top priority, or even harassing others for continuing to engage with Disney content. That is nonsense and unhelpful.

There is too much to do, urgently, for us to waste time.

That said, let's briefly go over the last category:

4.) Organic boycott targets

These are boycott campaigns that developed independently. While BDS is not diverting official energy towards fighting these brands, it does support the public in that fight.

In other words, don't buy from these brands.

[List from image: McDonald's, Domino's Pizza, Papa John's Pizza, Burger King, Pizza Hut, Wix]

Not listed but worth noting: people are also boycotting Starbucks

In conclusion,

This? Still true.

Just be strategic and informed about it. And don't be an asshole. There is too much work still to do.

[Also, before someone gets on my case about Rick Riordan, I made a whole separate post about it here.]

[nerd-space]

can you write johnny cage with a reader that has that black cat energy .. IM NOT SURE HOW TO DESCRIBE IT 😭 like reader and johnny are POLAR OPPOSITES

So me and him literally 🙄. LMFAO I ABSOLUTELY GET IT ITS GOLDEN RETRIEVER X BLACK CAT !!!

I generally view black cat as an alternative person like goth/emo/metalhead/grunge so i will probably write this in that kind of regards 🤭

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

JOHNNY IS IN LOVE WITH YOU.

STARTING STRONG.

It's probably genuinely love at first sight im not joking, like maybe you guys are neighbors or you're a friend of one of johnny's friends- idk something like that

- Johnny is already a mega flirt and not nervous around women but he might be a little intimidated by you- not like that'll stop him from flirting at all LMFAO

- wether you're introverted or extroverted he will steal that spot light and get a move on you first, the proud dog behavior in him MUST have him make the first move at all times

- Maybe you've got some attitude and are generally considered "mean" because you're quite strong stanced about yourself and your opinions and arent as friendly as you "should" be

- Johnny thinks its hot 🤷‍♀️. He'll tell you he thinks its hot even if you blow him off he will follow you around like a lost fucking mutt, he thinks that you being difficult to get too is sexy as fuck and he takes it as a challenge

- but in reality he just makes you so nervous because what the fuck do you mean this huge beefy loud attractive guy likes you? thats terrifying?

- you've both got wild crushes on eachother but handle it so differently, one day you finally confront him and ask if he's toying with you to be a dick or if he actually likes you and he stares at you like you're fucking stupid and just launches for your face and kisses you- theres teeth and its messy and kinda gross...

- but its hot knowing he wants you despite you being the opposite of him.

... time for nsfw of the aftermath of confessing...

NSFW TIME cuz i cant resist sorry bae LOL

He's dragging you to his room with his fancy fucking bed and sheets which you're about to royally make messy..

- his big hands under your top, gripping your waist between his hands and squeezing your skin, not feeling close enough to you after weeks of cat and mouse chasing.

- he's being rough and leaving marks all over your throat, your gasps and moans at the pain just sending him further into his heated frenzied headspace full of need for you.

- he pauses as he realizes he might be getting ahead of himself despite your lack of protest. "Shi-shit- sorry.. uh.. is.. is this okay? i didnt mean togetsoriledupsofastand-" you have to kiss or bite him to get the man to shut up as you explain you want him to fuck your shit up and have since you met him and he goes INSANE OVER THAT

- throws you onto the mattress and crawls up your form with a predatory stance. The difference in his bubbly personality now faded into a feral animalistic energy as he now makes you much more nervous than he ever has.

- he fucks you and eats you out for fucking HOURS, he will not stop until you tap out. his stamina is through the roof for you. Once you do tap out i think he would be the sweetest man for you. maybe he'll even butter you up for another round.. and another.. maybe 3... more..-

!! i liked writting this i love writting personality based things! especially animal personalities i think theyre so cute

[mikachacha]

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 (𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛! 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: Bada has a reputation for sleeping with her students that she likes. So when she asked you to stay back after class, you knew what that meant and you wouldn't say no to her offer.

Warnings: smut, totally nsfw, riding, choking, a bit of hair pulling. MDNI. R18+ only

(A/N: so this is from a req from my good friend @jhopes-whoopee-cushion who's unfortunately on leave or idk if they've got another account but yeah, this request is from last year 😅)

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One of the Girls

╚═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╝

✨💛✨💛✨💛✨💛✨💛✨💛✨💛✨💛✨💛✨💛✨💛

"I heard she slept with Nika a week ago.."

"Really? I also heard she slept with Hana.."

Hushed whispers from students gossiping inside the studio greeted you as you entered. It's your first day being in this class and you're already hearing wild gossips about the instructor. Now, you haven't personally met your instructor, Bada Lee but if the rumors are true, she might be really good looking or good at what she does basing from the things you're hearing.

"I'd gladly have her ruin me.. She's so hot!" you heard a girl squeal out and some laughed. Since you didn't know anyone, you mostly kept to yourself until the instructor walked in. You looked at her, she's tall, she exudes both masculine and feminine energy at the same time that seems to drive most people wild. Well you could definitely see why so many people are going crazy over her. She's absolutely gorgeous and that gorgeous being just looked at you, gave you a smile and even winked at you. You could pass away happy right there and then if you were being honest.

"Good morning everyone! I see that everyone's here, especially our Y/N, the latest addition to our little group here. Why don't you stand up, Y/N and show us some moves?" Bada's voice rang through the spacious studio and you got up from where you were seated, bowing to everyone and saying thanks to the others who wished you luck.

Of course you didn't come unprepared so you asked Bada for a bit of help so you can connect your phone to the speakers to which she gladly helped. She's also curious about you. You looked quite confident as you stood there in front of everyone, ready to perform. To say that Bada was only mildly impressed is a huge lie. As soon as you began dancing Water, she knew she wanted you. She would stop at nothing to get a taste of you even just for a night. The way you moved hypnotized her, just watching you dance made a fire inside her burn.

After you were finished, the room erupted with cheers and applause and you were glad, smiling and thanking them. When Bada personally praised you, you couldn't help yourself but blush though you knew that you'll just end up like one of her girls. The others could also sense it and they kind of felt bad for you considering you're just a newbie and Bada has already set her eyes on you. On the other hand, they're also a bit jealous since they've been trying hard to get Bada's attention for so long but a newbie took her attention instead.

It went on for weeks, Bada blatantly flirting with you when she's not teaching. Of course, she still needs to keep it a bit professional but she just couldn't resist you. She thought you were easy but she didn't expect you to give her a run for her money when you played this little cat and mouse game with her. You'd lead her on and shoot her down, you'd give her hope that she might get a taste of you but then tell her you're just playing. If she's gonna make you like one of the girls she slept with, might as well play with her was your mindset the whole time. Of course you wouldn't deny the one and only Bada Lee if she wants to get a taste but only if you want.

"You're quite good at keeping me coming, Y/N.. So alluring, and so playful.." Bada whispers as it was only you and her left at the studio. Everyone has left already after the class considering that it's Friday and a very nice night to go and have a drink with friends. You would've done the same but you had other plans.

You turned to Bada, a sly smirk on your lips as you played with her hair. You're shorter than her though some would comment that you got her so wrapped around your finger and that you're the boss now. You wanted to test out that theory tonight.

"Oh? But I was barely doing anything.." you looked up at her, feigning innocence but both of you know that you're far from being one.

"You know my reputation, don't you? I'm curious as to why you're playing this game with me, Y/N.." Bada had pinned you against the wall, her lips just hovering above yours and waiting for you to tell her to stop and say that you're just messing with her but you didn't. You had a mischievous glint in your eyes and even initiated a kiss with her that stunned her a bit.

It was slow, sweet yet it also mixed the lust and desire that you have for each other. Today, you have decided to finally give in and be one of Bada's girls even just for a night. You don't care if she pursues someone else right after. You just want to have a taste and the feel of Bada fucking you like how she fucked those other girls before you.

"I'm completely aware and Bada, I could hardly give a shit if I'm just a game to you. Someone you could toy with until you get what you want and discard right after. I don't give a fuck about all those things. What I care about right now is you, fucking me and making me one of your girls.." your bold statement shocked Bada but she'd be a fool to deny you. You're literally telling her that you want her the same way she wants you.

"Yeah? You want to be fucked, Y/N? So pretty yet so filthy.." Bada chuckles and pulled on your hair, tilting your head back so she can have easier access to your neck. She placed kisses there before giving you a small nip which stung a bit but also turned you on so much. You couldn't wait to feel more.

It didn't take long for Bada to take you home. Both of you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves as the anticipation is becoming too much. You just wanted her to take you right there and then in the living room but Bada managed to usher you inside her bedroom, where the real fun started.

Her kisses felt like tiny bolts of electricity coursing through you while her long fingers pumped in and out of you, playing and preparing you for what's about to come. Her mouth trailed south, kissing and suckling on your breasts that got you gasping for air and arching your back for more. It was so good. It felt too good to stop and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm. Just as you were about to reach your peak, Bada stopped and pulled her fingers out, placing them in your mouth and letting you have a taste of your own juices.

When she was done lapping up each and every drop, she lets you recover and grab the strap on from her drawer. You looked at the size of it, it was fairly big and when Bada asked you to ride her, you could've sworn you got wetter. You climbed on Bada's lap, straddling her while she slowly guided you down to the strap on waiting below. It went in smoothly as Bada did add enough lube so you wouldn't hurt yourself and you appreciate the care she's put into this intimate moment.

"Look at you, pretty girl.. So good taking it all down like a champ.." Bada praises that got you blushing madly as you started to bounce up and down, riding her with the best that you can. It was pretty hard keeping your rhythm as the pleasure began to take over your senses as every time you came down, the tip would hit all the right places that makes you see stars and your knees to quiver.

"Fuck.. Bada.. Feels so good!" you moaned out as she held you by the waist and began to control your speed. And the way she would thrust her hips to meet yours just made your moans louder and more pleasure build up until you couldn't hold in your orgasm much longer. You came while Bada continued to fuck into you, prolonging your pleasure.

"That's right, baby.. Moan for me.. You're so pretty when you moan my name as you cum. Makes me want to do it more and more.." Bada says as she lightly choked you while you continued to bounce up and down. You couldn't form a coherent thought or could even remember when Bada has flipped you on to your hands and knees and began fucking you from behind. Every thrust made you see stars, your knees are weak from all the sensation you're feeling but Bada's holding you by the waist. The position made her go even deeper and reach places that you never knew felt good and Bada's making sure to let you know that only she touched those areas and basically ruining you for other men and women alike.

"Bada! Bada.. Fuck.. I'm gonna cum!" you moaned out, your knuckles going white from how hard you were gripping the sheets beneath you and Bada only responded by pulling on your hair, forcing you to rise until your back was against her chest. She placed kisses along your neck and even placed some bites along the way. You could hardly care especially when your third orgasm rolled it. It was the third and strongest one of all three that it knocked the air out of your lungs and you could swear that you passed out for a few seconds from how good that was.

Bada lets you calm down and regain your breath before she pulls out and sets you down gently. She leaned against the headboard of her bed, playing with herself as she watches how fucked you currently looked. It was a proud moment for her seeing you looking to dazed, seeing those marks she made on you and how your legs quivered from all the orgasm she gave you.

Seeing that she was playing with herself, you crawled between her legs and began to help her reach her own orgasm. You suckled on her breasts while your thumb fiddled with her clit. You matched the pace of her fingers and soon, Bada was reaching her own climax. She flashes you a smile before pulling you in for a sweet kiss, a complete opposite of her kisses from earlier.

"You're so great, Y/N.. I hope this isn't just a one time thing for us." Bada says as you were snuggled against each other. You turned to her, kissing her cheek.

"From how many times you've made me cum, I sure hope this isn't a one time thing. You fucked my brains out and I would love to experience that again.." You said and Bada could only chuckle, nodding her head. You may be one of her girls now but you sure are her favorite among them.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

hiii! how are ya?:) can you do shanks headcanons with a female reader who is pretty, sassy and stuck up/conceited?? she’s not easily impressed either

idk if i’m the only one but we need more mean reader. and i mean the kind that can support themself and isn’t a pushover 😭

anyway! don’t worry about it if you don’t feel like it! have a good one!

OoOOoohhh I'm working on developing an OC that fits this exact persona, actually.

Not shipping her with Shanks, but I like this. I like this very much. His golden retriever energy paired with a catty manipulative witch?

Funnnnnnn 😍

Cat and Mouse

Shanks x Mean!Reader

SFW Headcanons

♫♬ "Dogtown" — The Fratellis ♬♫

Make me insane, I'll be the voice of restrain

I'll take your bullwhips and stones without a hint of complaint

You show just enough interest to keep him coming back for more.

Playing into his flirtations just the slightest bit, then pretending to be bored by them.

He knows he can't just win you over by doting on you with lavish gifts, given you can buy yourself anything you want, but that doesn't stop him—he has something new to give you every time he shows up in port.

It's honestly adorable watching him try to impress you, whether it's with silly jokes and pick-up lines that you roll your eyes at (and laugh about later when he isn’t around) or with lavish stories of his adventures that you refuse to be impressed by. He's like an overgrown kid.

You know he's completely smitten, and stringing him along is just much too entertaining.

He feels much the same where you're concerned—he enjoys that you don't fall all over yourself in response to his not-so-subtle flirting. That you roll your eyes and purse your lips despite subtly leaning in closer.

That you'll scold him, call him an absolute moron all while fluttering your eyelashes and trailing a finger across his jawline.

You're a challenge, and he is always up for a challenge.

You're not sure if you'll ever give in completely, but you do enjoy a good game of cat and mouse, and it's made all the more entertaining by the fact that the "mouse" presently throwing himself at your feet is one of the most powerful men in the world.

He doesn't consider himself the mouse, however; he plays clueless, but he knows better.

It's obvious, no matter how coy you play, that you're charmed by his silliness. He's caught you more than enough times chuckling under your breath at his dumb jokes, giving a fond little smile in his direction when you think he isn’t paying attention.

You might call him names, belittle him for being childish, shove him away when he gets too bold...but not without making little provocative comments here and there to make sure he knows you're just toying with him.

And he absolutely loves it. He knows he's already won you over, whether you're willing to admit it or not.

At this point his crew are taking bets on which of you is going to crack first.

(Proabaly him.)

Whatever the endgame happens to be, he's enjoying the chase just as much as you are, and is willing to keep it going as long as it takes to make you his.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Sukuna, funny, "You seem really thirsty, have you considered drinking water?"🌶️please🫶

Oh man, idk why but I really struggled with this one! I think it's cause I always get in my head and worry that you guys won't vibe with my comedy?? I don't know. BUT in the end, I'm happy with the result!

Now Presenting...

Starring: Ryomen Sukuna, and a reader that just wants to know peace

Sukuna leaned back in the natural hot springs, closing his eyes and letting the warm water relax his sore muscles. He hated it here. The hot water made the oppressive, muggy summer air even more suffocating, and the open nature of the hot springs left him vulnerable to attack. But supposedly, emphasis on supposedly, the water had a healing property. It was supposed to mend his wounds, give him more energy, a longer life, amazing head, or some shit like that. This water was supposed to be God's gift to man according to the village's religious radicals, but so far the only thing it was giving Sukuna was heat stroke. 

"Oh, I'm sorry My Lord, I didn't think you'd be here," a familiar voice said. Sukuna slowly opened his eyes and let a grin slip. Before him stood his favorite concubine. Maybe this spring could do good on one of its promises after all. "May I join you?" You asked.

"You may." Ryomen said, his eyes burning into you as you dropped your robe. Sukuna had seen your naked form countless times before, and every time excited him more than the last. You were beautiful, more breathtaking than any mere mortal had any right to be. And you were all his. Who wouldn't be excited about that? He watched your every movement like a hawk: the way you slowly lowered yourself into the water, how your chest puffed out when you went to stretch your shoulders, and the glimmer in your eye when you caught him staring. 

"Enjoying the show?" You asked. 

"Isn't that joke a little over done?" He asked back, tilting his head like a lost puppy. You couldn’t help but giggle. 

"Ok, fine then, be like that. I just won't banter with you anymore" you shrugged, playfully sticking your tongue out at him 

"You should put that tongue back in your mouth before I give you something to do with it." Sukuna warned, raising an eyebrow to prove the point. 

"I can't tell if that's a threat or an invention to be honest," you confessed, throwing his expression back at him. He shrugged in return. 

"I'm waiting to find out which one it is myself." He admitted

"Well keep waiting." You scoffed, "I'm here to get clean, not harassed by a pervert."

"Why not do both?" 

"Because I get enough of the latter at the temple I live at. The lord of the place is obsessed with me," you faux bragged, "every time he sees me he has to put his hands on me in some way, or his cock inside me."

"He sounds like a great guy." Sukuna grinned, "he has great taste in women, I bet he's smart too. And handsome and-"

"Deeply annoying." You cut him off before he could get too full of himself. "He's an arrogant bastard with zero control of his temper. Honestly, I'm shocked he hasn't killed me yet." To be fair, Sukuna was shocked he hadn't killed you yet too. He'd thought about it, countless times. Hell, he was thinking about it right now. But, something about you was too endearing to him for him to actually go through with the act.

“With a mouth like that, I’m shocked too. You must be a phenomenal lay.” In theory, that was Sukuna dolling out one of his rare compliments, though, the tone of voice had the edge of an insult to it. Not being really sure how to respond, you focused on your original goal: bathing and relaxing. You cupped your hands under the water, bringing it up and letting it flow over your head and limbs. You could feel scarlet eyes studying your body as you did so, watching the way spring trickled down the curves of your body. You looked over at the king of curses, and was positive that this is what a mouse felt like once an owl decided it was for dinner.

“You look thirsty!” You said, trying to take your nerve back, “Have you considered drinking any water?”

“No actually, I haven’t.” Sukuna said, swimming over to you. He brushed a lock of your wet hair behind your ear, sending cool shivers down your spine, “It’s a good idea though.”

“Thanks, I thought of it all by myself.” you beamed. He couldn’t help but smirk back as he took your hips in his hands, pulling you closer to him.

“Did you now?” he hummed, “Well in that case, I have to try it.” He picked you up under the water and rested you on his hips, prompting you to wrap your legs around him. You already weighed next to nothing to him, but thanks to the water you might as well have been made of air. His lips found your collar bone. He ran his tongue up your neck, lapping up the water that was dripping down it.

Which…was quite frankly unsanitary as hell, and definitely not recommended. But I mean, He was a curse so, what did he have to fear from doing that? Dying? Hardly. And besides, the little sounds you made as he left his mark on you made it worth it. You felt his teeth dig into you, right where your jaw met your neck, and felt the subsequent bruise bloom there. You tangled your fingers into his fluffy pink hair, tugging softly as you happily accepted his affections. He moved the two of you to the edge of the water, and laid you down on the bank, spreading your legs nice and pretty for him.

“It’s been awhile since we’ve been alone, “ Sukuna noted, placing a villainously gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“I mean, we're technically not alone now,” You reminded him, never having been one to hold your tongue, “Anyone could walk up on us at any moment.”

“Good.” Sukuna chuckled, “I hope they do.” Before you could say anything smart, Ryomen ran his tongue along your slit and to your clit, sucking sharply at the bundle of nerves. You yelped in response, both hands finding his hair again as pleasure coursed through you. His mouth sent electric ripples of pleasure through you, turning you into putty in his hands. 

“Fu-fuck me..” You muttered softly, only for annoyance to fill you as he removed his head from in between your thighs. 

“Really, that fast?” He asked, attempting to move up your body. Key word, attempting as you very quickly pushed him back down.

“Oh no, you’re not done down there yet.”

“But you said-!”

“Get to work!” you demanded. Ryomen rolled his eyes, trying to hide his chuckle as he resettled in between your legs. Any other woman would have been slaughtered for such disrespect, but you knew you were special; and you had no intention of using that power for good. Ryomen worked quicker this time, licking his initials into your clit while two of his long fingers slipped inside you, quickly finding your g-spot. Molten heat pooled in your stomach with every movement from him, building up into an inferno of bliss and desire. 

“Fuck Ryo-!” You tried to warn him, but pleasure overtook you before you could, a volcano erupting inside of you spreading hellfire and ecstasy through every corner of your body. Your legs clamped down around Ryomens head, locking him in place. Not that he was complaining, he gladly ate you out though your climax, feeling the way your thighs trembled around his temples. You gushed into his mouth, filling his senses with nothing but you. Yea, he couldn't really breath super well, but that was fine with him. Really, what better way to die than in between the legs of a beautiful woman?

Before he could make peace with whatever higher power he was about to meet though, your legs went limp. Jagged breaths raked through your body, leaving you shaking like a leaf. You looked adorable like that, vulnerable and dazed from pleasure. He pulled you back into the water with him, bracing you on his hips. 

“Feel good, slut?” He asked, already positioning you over his cock. 

“So good..” You muttered, bracing yourself for what you knew was next, “You did a good job, like eight outta ten.”

“Well, you- wait, only eight?!” He was so genuinely offended by the number you had to laugh at him.

“That’s what I said,” You shrugged, “You’ve done better.”

“I’ll show you better,” He growled, lowering you into his thick cock. Your body tensed at the feeling, and the tight sound you let out was a little more than embarrassing. “Let's go for a perfect score this time.” He chuckled. You dug your nails deep into his shoulders as he nestled himself inside of you, stretching you to your very brink. No matter how many times you took Sukuna, it always felt like the first, and it always made you feel dizzy with pleasure. 

“You feel so fucking good,” He groaned, bucking his hips up into you, perfectly stroking your g-spot, “It’s almost like you were made to be my cocksleeve.” he set a punishing pace, using the water to help bounce you on him. It reawakened your previously fried nerves, making you feel alive with electricity. A coil started to quickly form in your stomach, your overly sensitive body treating every tingle it felt like an explosion. You moaned out his name. Or at least you were pretty sure you did. Honestly, your senses were kinda hazy right now, the only thing that felt real was the cock absolutely punishing your insides.

“You were a lot of talk before slut, what happened?” Sukuna mocked, “What happened? Nothing left to say.”

“Fuck you.” You moaned out.

“You are.” Sukuna noted. He could feel his own climax coming on fast. You were warm, and the way your cunt pulled him in made him feel feral. He had to do something quick, because he’d be damned if he came before you did. You screamed as you felt a warm tongue lap at your clit, the new stimulation sending you into overdrive. You looked down into the clear water to see he opened another mouth. It was an obscene display. 

“Enjoying the show?” Sukuna laughed. You growled as you bit down on his neck, which only added fuel to his fire. 

“You're gonna have to bite harder than that to leave a mark Y/n.” he said, punctuated with a particularly rough thrust. It sent you overboard, spiraling head first into bliss. Your head felt like it was filled with cotton and your blood felt like it was made of smoke. You felt light as wave after wave of euphoria overtook you, pulling you under the sea of endorphins.

Sukuna wasn’t far behind. The clenching of your cunt coupled with the way your teeth sank into him brought him over, cumming deep inside of you. He fucked you through both of your highs, drawing your pleasure out for every seconds he could. In the aftermath he leaned against the bank of the spring, holding you close to his chest while you regained the strength to walk back to the temple. 

“So how was that?” Suluna asked, running his claws through your hair. You laughed a bit and nodded.

“Nine out of ten.”

“Nine?!”

[atrueneutral]

"It was an insult to be ignored for so long!" Haarlep has so much cat energy. I can honestly picture them pushing (breakable) stuff off tables in retaliation for being ignored for too long while also making eye contact with Raphael the entire time.

"... and the infernal quill snapped." WHY IS THAT SO HOT?!?!?

"What was to happen if Raphael’s confrontation included an equally flustered, moaning, orgasming little mouse!" Now I really want to read a follow up piece following Raphael's perspective as he is torn between raging lust and just rage when he finds the little mouse desperate and moaning (maybe she even entreats Raphael for help idk - then Haarlep could be all, 'See? Don't say I never do anything for you, brat.').

[PART I] It was because of Korrilla’s constant reconnaissance that Raphael knew where his little mouse and her companions were hiding out and licking their wounds.

It was an encampment just outside of Rivington, and Raphael walked into it as if he owned the land and each little makeshift tent that was built upon it.

The vampire spawn was the first to notice his arrival.

“What the devil are you doing here?” His question, which had come out more with surprise than anger, caused other nearby members of the party to turn, look and see who the devil in question was.

Raphael’s eyes darted to count heads; everyone seemed to be accounted for, either standing beside their personal tent or waiting around for the late night dinner that was cooking over the fire.

Everyone was there - except for their mischievous wretch of a leader…

“I’d also like to know why you’re here, Raphael,” Mizora's pet said, stepping up with his hand on the hilt of his rapier.

The wizard was scrutinizing him from the fire as he stirred what smelled to be a stew of some kind, and Zariel’s rogue soldier was glaring at him from a distance.

He would ignore the rest.

“Where is she?” Raphael demanded of the vampire spawn; of them all, he had established a rapport with Astarion - established trust.

“She’s in her tent,” Astarion replied, staring at him sideways. “Said she wasn’t feeling well…”

“And which hovel is hers?”

Astarion took too long to decide what he wanted to say or do.

“I can deduce the answer on my own, but your assistance would make my visit shorter,” Raphael drawled.

“What do you want with Tav?” Mizora’s pet asked.

It was then that a stifled cry sounded out from elsewhere in the camp, and Raphael glanced at the vampire spawn with rage prickling under his skin.

“She’s ill, you say?” he inquired, knowing full well what ailed their leader. Then, to Mizora's pet, “I have business with her regarding the contract she signed, and I advise that you do not try to stop me from discussing matters with my client.”

With that, Raphael brushed past them and headed towards the source of the cry.

The tent was uniquely her; the exterior of the shelter was overflowing with a hodgepodge collection of stolen items ranging from useless to expensive. The lantern that would illuminate her area had been extinguished, and the canvas flap of the entrance was closed, but he could hear movement and strangled moans coming from inside.

She was not sleeping, or ill, and blood flowed to his cock.

Raphael was grateful most of her companions had, by now, gathered around the fire - likely to speculate what ‘business’ called him to their camp. To confirm his hunch, he could feel the gaze of a multitude of eyes at his back.

Raphael stepped to the tent’s entrance and ripped open the flap of his mouse’s tent without warning or care.

It was only a second, but the second was long enough for him to get a glimpse of her arched, spread legs and the fingers that pumped into her sex before her other hand slid out from underneath her tunic to frantically throw the blanket of her bedroll over herself.

The heady expression on her flushed features was quickly replaced with dawning recognition, and his mouse’s eyes widened.

The scent of her arousal permeated the tent, and a tent was rapidly being built in his breeches.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she whispered, startled by his unexpected appearance.

“What were you doing in my House?” Raphael challenged in return.

He inhaled her aroma as subtly (and deeply) as he could.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

Raphael’s head tilted and his eyes bored into hers - doubting her ignorance when the repercussions of her tryst with his incubus were presently on display.

“Fine! I-” Her concession was interrupted when she bit her lip and choked down a moan. He could discern subtle movement underneath the blanket as her eyelids fluttered closed. “I was there… I wanted, ah - to see your House in person…”

“Are you fucking yourself as we speak?”

Her eyes opened and the sensuous look she gave him sent another wave of heat to his groin.

“No - that, mm, would be rude of me,” was his mouse’s brazen and breathless response.

Raphael entered the tent, flap closing behind him, and he tore the blanket away to find that his mouse was, unarguably, continuing to fuck herself while he was talking to her.

“What is the matter with you?” she shouted as quietly as she could while simultaneously pulling her glistening fingers out from her sex and clamping her legs closed. “And get out of my tent!”

“Oh, don’t stop on my account!” he retorted. “There’s no need for modesty when I could return to my House of Hope this very instant and look upon every inch of your body - it’s mine now.”

Her back arched as she was hit with what must have been a wave of pleasure. “Mm, well, I wouldn’t have - ah! Played around with Haarlep had I known this would happen - fuck!”

At this rate, he needed release just as much as she.

“Put your fingers back into your pretty little cunt,” he demanded, his voice becoming a lustful and low purr.

“No!” she exclaimed, indignant.

Vexing creature!

“You will do as I say, or I will go back out and tell your party the specifics of your situation - unless they already know?”

His mouse scowled. She slowly parted her legs and put her fingers back into her pretty-little-soaking-wet-cunt.

Raphael’s rage and reasoning for confronting her became consumed by lustful hunger; he was hypnotized - enraptured by the sight before him; his little mouse pleasuring herself with fingers that rhythmically disappeared into her, her body writhing and squirming with pert, hardened nipples that were visible through the thin material of her tunic, her face - the way her lips parted and the way her eyes stared into his with want…

“Mm, you’re still in my tent, Raphael…” she stated huskily.

Her scent overwhelmed his nostrils - his blood, already naturally hot, was on fire with desire.

His mouse bit back another cry as her slick fingers moved to the sensitive bud of her clit.

“My companions are going to talk…” Her eyes glanced at his crotch and traced the taut line that pushed against fabric. “Maybe a few of them will think we’re fucking.”

She was twisting him around her finger…

“Yes, I suppose they will,” he murmured as he watched her bite her lip and moan.

And he would let her.

“Do you want to fuck me, Raphael?”

His answer was automatic.

“Yes.”

She moaned again, as if his confirmation was something she had needed to hear.

“Since signing the contract, I’ve imagined you fucking me while you wear the Crown of Karsus on your head…”

A growl rumbled in his chest, and his fingers twitched while his cock yearned to ravage her.

Is that what she wanted? Did she want him to lose control? Did she want him to take her? 

“Haarlep’s been teasing me for awhile,” his mouse said. “And I can’t seem to come by myself…”

His mouth was dry.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Little Mouse?”

“Yes,” was her automatic response. She looked delirious (delicious).

Raphael nearly came then and there.

Her fingers were back in her cunt.

“Beg me to fuck you, Little Mouse, and I may oblige.”

“Please, fuck me, Archdevil Supreme Raphael - end my agony.”

And he would! Nine Hells, the strength and willpower - the control it took to not throw himself upon her! But a change in setting was necessary. For all the times he envisioned this scenario, none of them included taking the object of his desire on her unwashed bedroll that lay in the dirt of her tent of stolen goods while her companions were lingering outside waiting for any excuse to attack.

“Get up,” he ordered huskily.

She frowned, blinking at him as she stilled her movements; her sex-addled mind did not comprehend his meaning.

“We are going to the Devil’s Den. Unless you would like me to take you in this hovel?” he asked sarcastically. “I’m sure it’s been a fantasy of your party's; to eat while hearing the bliss-filled, melodic sound of their leader coming undone by a devil.”

Realization lit up somewhere behind her eyes.

“No…”

“Come along, Little Mouse,” he said. His eyes lingered between her thighs before they traveled up her body to meet her needful gaze. “And I shall give you what you’ve long desired.”

What he’s long desired…

Not needing to be told twice, she stood on shaky legs whilst grabbing the breeches that had been cast aside and hastily put them on. She then found a piece of parchment from her pack, scribbled a note, and placed it upon her bedroll.

“I’ve let them know that you haven’t kidnapped me - that we’re…” In a single step, his mouse was before him. “‘Discussing business’ elsewhere...”

She snaked a hand around his neck and pulled his head down to meet hers.

They disappeared from the tent with a burst of fire and embers.

[runa-falls]

cat and mouse - 2

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Supervillain(?)!Reader

Warnings: kissy kissy :3, mention of alcohol, you're broke. sorry.

a/n: i wrote this out today (what is now a few days ago) because i couldn't work on the other fic until i got this out of my system :) if there are plot holes its because i vomited out this chapter and threw it out like a dumbass. idk what Black-Cat's personality is like so i made it kinda mirror cat woman from the harley quinn show.

Summary: Every time you try to convince people it was an accident, you immediately get ratted out to the Spider. But really, it was! You don't know why you're being hunted, you didn't even do anything wrong. Yet.

w/c: 2.6k

part 1 part 3 part 4

masterlist

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Nueva York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, as he, and the world, likes to call him, is your official nemesis, or at least that’s what the city thinks.

You crumple up the half-soaked People magazine, filled with ‘juicy gossip about our favorite Spider and the new villain-of-the-week: Blaze’. Seriously, you might just become a villain if they keep calling you that.

You briefly forgot you swiped the news story off of a nearby food and entertainment stand (that’s barely holding up in the downpour) until you hear:

“Hey! You gotta pay for that!” 

You don’t. 

In your defense, it was only a dollar-fifty. And either way, it’s technically the Spider’s fault that you didn’t have a penny on you!

Honestly, if it were your choice, you’d never see his stupidly broad shoulders again. He truly is the bane of your existence and a major pain in your ass. You genuinely don’t understand why he even pays you any mind, it’s not like you are plotting to take over the city. You just want enough money to get some fries and a Koka Soda, and maybe a couple more black articles of clothing that aren’t covered in clawed-out stripes. 

Spider-Man? More like Cat-Man. 

You would say you’ve been “fighting” this man for weeks like the magazines insinuate, but it’s less violence than it is just you squirming out of his clutches and running away. You swear the Spider is a bloodhound. No matter where you are, or what you’re wearing, he always finds you. And you always get away. It’s actually quite pathetic. 

He goes: “It’s you again.”

You say: “No it’s not.” 

Then he has to say: “Blaze.” Like you’re some ultra-nemesis that has ruined his life.

And you can’t help but: “Stop fucking calling me that, dude.” Before you make a run for it. 

He catches up, obviously, either has you on the ground, against the wall, or holds you up so you can’t escape, but then you do. Every time. And he lets you. 

So really, it’s just fucking annoying. What a waste of a great plan and an excellently executed silent break-in!

You never asked for any of this. The fact you don’t have a flashy-ass elastic suit should be proof enough: You’re not a supervillain. 

But, when the opportunity to make a little more cash comes around, you can’t just say no. In your mind, the bigger the heist, the longer you can stay out of the public and away from him. 

And if the one girl on the team wants to make you a suit, how can you resist? The Spider has ruined all the other clothes you’ve worn (and not in a good way). 

You saw your new suit a few hours before you needed to meet up with the team. Felicia, or Black Cat as the rest of the group refers to her, is probably the most elegant and badass woman you’ve ever met. 

She has voluminous silver-blonde curls and sharp green eyes that match the deadliness of her talon-like retractable claws (which actually kinda remind you of someone…). Though she doesn’t have explosive energy inside of her as you do, her cat-like senses and martial art skills are almost as deadly. 

Felicia was happy to invite you over to her multi-million dollar penthouse to get ready and hang out a little before you needed to leave. 

She’s filing her nails into perfectly deadly points as you sit on her plush ultra-white couch next to the new suit, hands fiddling nervously together as you watch her pamper herself with extreme precision. There are two glasses of high-grade champagne in front of you on the glass coffee table. Yours is barely touched. Hers has been drained and refilled a couple of times throughout the hour. 

“You know, usually I’d work this job alone, but it’s a lot easier to get away when you leave a few maggots to distract the Spider. That’s what men are for. Us girls need to stick together, right?” 

Even her voice is elegant. 

“Yeah.” You croak out. You prefer to listen to her talk than say something dumb and non-villain-like. And yeah, you’ll admit you’re a tiny bit scared of her, but sometimes that’s something you have to go through when making friends. Right?

“Alright, we’ve got like 20 minutes. Go on, babe, try it on.” She loosely gestures to the suit, “Bathroom is in the hallway, first door to the left.” You stand promptly and shuffle over to her bathroom, taking a second to look back to send a grateful smile at her before you close the door. 

It almost resembles the one you saw on her the first day you met. The only difference is that yours is completely black and has a high collar neckline in contrast to her more provocative V-shaped suit.

There’s no fur-lining or silver details, just an invisible zipper that creates the illusion that this suit is painted onto your body. Felicia also provided a simple mask that you can pull over your head when you tie back your hair and some silver hair spray so you’re less recognizable to the general public. 

You stare in the mirror and smooth out any wrinkles down your torso with your gloved fingers. Alright. Now you look like a supervillain. 

Or at least a super-something. 

She makes you do a little spin. “You look lovely, darling.” A smirk pulled at her charming lips. “Absolutely, perfect.” 

—

Fuck.

So here you are, trying to break out of a bank that shut down around you as soon as you walked in. The two guys, who you never took the time to learn the names of, are freaking out, banging harshly against the metal doors that slammed shut in front of the exits. 

Felicia, on the other hand, is as cool as a cucumber, checking her nails like there isn’t a blaring siren and pulsing lights around her. 

So what now? You could probably blast the doors open with whatever comes out of your hands (you’re still not sure as you try to use your powers as a last resort). But that would leave a bunch of evidence that you were there and you didn’t come to knock down a whole building.

You walk over to her, trying to hide the anxiety that’s starting to bubble up inside of you. “What should we do?” She looks up from her manicured nails and looks at you. Then at the guys.

“Well, the boys seem a bit preoccupied,” As if to prove her point, one of them starts kicking the door, as if it would magically open up for him if he were to hit it harder and make more noise. She sighs, “I guess we could use the air duct that leads to the roof.” 

“Ok.”

So you follow her to one of the main offices in the building, watching as she easily rips off the cover of the vent and uses the desk for leverage to hoist her into the surprisingly spacious air duct. 

The chill evening breeze of Nueva York has never felt so good. Well, it has smelt better, but if garbage and crime-filled air meant you’re not going back to jail, you’ll take it. 

“Well, that could’ve gone better.” The Black Cat runs her fingers through her hair, pushing it back and out of her face. Of course, it falls perfectly over her shoulders. “So…I’ll see you later, yeah?” She’s leaving?

“Uh, yeah, sure. I’d love to!” 

“Great.” She walks to the edge of the roof and scales down the back of the building like it’s nothing. Look, it’s not that tall of a building, but still, you weren’t about to follow her down. You watch as her black-suited figure lands on the concrete ground, barely making a sound, before she sashays into the shadows of the city, disappearing into the night. God, she’s so cool. 

And then it’s just you. 

You sit yourself down and finally take a breath. Your first job as a villain and you didn’t even get to see the money. What are you getting yourself into?

You pull slightly at the elastic holding your hair together, regretting the tight pony that’s now giving you a major headache. Maybe this life isn’t for you. With, probably an overdramatic, sigh you push yourself up. Now to figure out how you’re getting out of here. 

–

Turns out you didn’t have too many options. As soon as you were about to take a serious ‘leap of faith’ and try to scale down the building, you were ambushed by a series of fwp, fwp, fwp’s and lifted from the ground. That probably saved your life now that you’re thinking back on it.

So, he found you. Big surprise. He’s practically stalking you at this point.

He takes you for a ride, holding you close as he swings from building to building, barely breaking a sweat. You’re actually surprised that you didn’t hurl all over his stupidly firm shoulder. You should have.

You don’t know why he brought you to the top of a half-constructed building, but you’re assuming he’s just trying to be dramatic again. Superheroes, right? 

You struggle against restraints when you’re finally set down, at least trying to lay in a more comfortable position as Spider-man stands over you. Not only are you fully wrapped in red webs, but your arms are also tied behind your back.

The Spider kneels down, watching you continue to struggle, “Alright, Hardy, give it up.” Hardy? Shit, he must think you’re Felicia. The black suit, the silver hair. Dammit. 

He takes off your mask before you can say anything, pulling out your loose hair tie with it, and boy, is he surprised to see it’s you.

“Wh–Blaze?” He takes off his mask like he can’t believe his fabric-covered eyes. His scarlet gaze not so subtly takes in your new look. A big change from the usual getup you wear. “What, uh,” When he finally meets your eyes, one of his gloved hands raises to rub at the back of his neck. Is he nervous? He briefly looks away from you, “What did you do to your hair?”

“Who cares! Let me out of these!” You glower at him, arms tugging at the luminous webs, “And you know I hate that stupid-ass name.”

“What the hell were you doing here? Why are you suddenly hanging out with a bunch of criminals?”

You give him a deadpan expression, “I’m a villain, remember.”

“Ah,” He slices through a couple of the overlapping webs that fit snugly over your stomach. “Finally giving into the narrative, hm?” Then the ones around your arms.

“S’not like I have much of a choice.” The red webs start to loosen until they unravel completely and pool on the floor. “So, you’re…letting me go?” You rub at your sore wrists, feeling the ache dissipate almost immediately. He shrugs like it’s no big deal for him. 

“It’s expected, isn't it?” He’s at the edge of the roof staring at the buildings around him, a soft breeze sweeps through his hair, and the lights of ‘the city that never sleeps’ soak over his suited figure from below.

“Just like that?” 

“...Just like that.” He says. But he says it more to himself than you. With that, he swiftly puts his mask back on, hiding the wonderfully serene expression he once held, but you never got to see in full. 

Spider-man is confusing. He treats you like you’re some sort of catch-and-release criminal. Acting like a push-over parent that reprimands their child even when they know they’ll do it again. You don’t get it. 

And the way he looks at you sometimes. Like he’s having fun. You see it when he’s chasing you, webbing you to the wall, or holding you under his claws. There’s a glowing heat that pulses in his eyes and you can almost see the barest gleam of his fangs. You can’t even wrap your head around how he can both infuriate and draw you in at the same time. And then he lets you go. 

And now he’s leaving you. 

So you take your chance. 

“Wait.” He stills but doesn’t turn back to look at you. He just stays there, merely stopping to listen to whatever you have to say. But you want him to look at you. You need to see those simmering red eyes that are hidden behind the mask. “I-” You stop yourself. You’re not actually sure what you were going to say. All you know is you just weren’t ready for him to leave yet. “I, um, never caught your name!” It blurts out of your lips before you realize what you’re saying. 

Then silence.

How awkward. 

You were sure he was going to leave you there. No sane superhero would reveal his secret identity, dumbass! Especially to a girl like you.

But then his hand comes up, slips off his mask again, hair slightly ruffled from the action, and he finally turns. Before you know it he’s approaching you, fast. And you can’t do anything but stand there, watching as his looming form starts to take up more and more of your vision until he’s standing right in front of you, head tilted downwards and red eyes low. 

Two warm palms cradle your jaw and you lean into the touch, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. Just as your eyes start to open again, his head is dipping toward yours. Then his lips meet yours.

And it’s perfect. His soft plush lips move against yours, occasionally nipping and sucking on your bottom lip until it was satisfyingly plump. The warm, masculine smell surrounding you makes your knees weak as his hands drop from your face to your waist in an effort to pull you toward him.

Your body melts against him as he starts to softly lick into your mouth, thoroughly seeking out the taste of you. He pushes you gently against the unfinished concrete wall behind you, eliminating any space that was left between your thinly suited bodies. You swear you’re about to melt when you feel his broken groan against your lightly suited-chest.

And then you separate, heavy breaths and intense gazes floating between you. “Miguel.” He looks down at the way he’s holding you, the size of his palm against your smaller body. And then the ridiculous suit that was tailored specifically for the heist, but looks more like something you’d wear for a BDSM session. He clears his throat and looks back up, “Miguel O’Hara.”

“Miguel…” His hand on your waist clenches at the sound of your hoarse voice and you can tell he’s tempted to pull you back in. 

“You’re one of the few who know.”

Now, you’re curious. You hum, “Who else knows?” His eyes glance at your hair and his hand drops. Suddenly, you feel cold. He steps away from you, not unkindly, but it’s clear he’s trying to create space. 

He brushes it off, “No one important.” And then he’s walking away. Back to the same spot he was going to leave you from. Cool. 

“Well,” You take a few steps closer, eyes roaming over his muscled back,  “I promise not to tell anyone.”

“I know.” His mask is back on, and this time you know there’s no stopping him this time. “Catch you later, Little Red.” He jumps. 

Little Red? 

[scentednuttragedy]

A Love Like No Other

Leon S. Kennedy X Reader

P.S. : Reader is like a Spy/Agent who's working on their own and stealing/destroying virus sample before bad people gets to them. (basically idk there's like many plot holes when it comes to the readers profession) This is like my first fanfic writing so please don't judge me<3 thank you<3

Leon S. Kennedy, The man that everyone knew as President's Golden Boy. Everyone questioned if he had a lover, his friends thought Ada was the one for him but no. Ada may have been a part of him but his heart, soul, mind and every inch of him was with someone else…. His secret lover and his dirty little secret

The first time you had met him was when you had rescued Leon from a zombie back at Raccoon City Police Department. You were not police, you didnt work for anyone. You were in a league of your own wanting to help people even if it meant being criminal in everyones eyes. He didnt trust you at first but your goals were same, what you did was for the greater good and he respected that maybe admired you too for being so cool and badass but he didnt wanna admit it right in front of you.

He remembers it very well, when you gave him your lucky pendant which was given to you by your family as a protection charm. He knew you cared and he did too but both were too stuborn to admit it.

Leon remembers you taking a shot for him as you laid unconscious in his arms, he was terrified. How could someone he met for such a short amount of time make him feel this way… he was scared to lose you. He remembers the feeling of your lips against his when you opened you eyes and asked him if he was ok, even when you were the one hurt, he had made sure to put every thanks and care into that kiss. Oh how he wishes he could experience it all again, kissing you for the first time.

When Ada had kissed him suddenly in that elevator, He felt so guilty as he glanced at you apologetically. All he had and still has in his heart is you and you only. And when you had kissed him goodbye promising him that you will meet him again, he had looked forward to that day. He remembers all of those little adventures, letting each other know about missions so you both can go together. You both were unrivaled, fierce and so in love. You were his other half and without it he knew he would fall apart.

Leon was a stoic and reserved man and only you knew under all his demeanor he was just a lovestruck puppy.... only for you. He hated the cat and mouse chase, it took so much energy and time of his but you. You didn't make him chase you, you were genuine and you weren't afraid to love. And how could anyone deny the way you both looked at each other? as if there was more to your relationship than what it looked like at the surface.

All those missions you both went on, all those things you did for each other, All the times you almost died for each other, how could he ever forget that? No matter how far apart you both were, you always came back together in the darkest of nights. He was grateful for having you and he made sure to prove it to you every night. All the desperation and unspoken words shown through actions only lovers could do. He was just a man after all…. He loved being with you and feeling like home.

He remembers when in Spain you came to rescue and assist him. that very second he knew he was gonna make it out alive. He remembers when Ada had appeared, making him question his love for you but he knew better, you were better. The smirk on Ada's face when he had rejected her offer to go with her just for you, he remembers it all too well. That was the moment Ada had known where his heart lied, and it was with you. You were His and He was Yours.

Thank you guys<3 im scared its not as good T_T

[jenroses]

Still more applied fork theory:

Problem: Sitting at a computer is Bad For Me for a variety of reasons, including back problems caused by arthritis/EDS/scoliosis, clotting risk caused by genetic clotting disorder, fatigue caused by ME/CFS. Also I have migraines and sensory issues and really need to control the light around me.

Solution: Instead of using a chair/desk setup, I use the following:

A twin XL adjustable bed (I got mine from Amazon but the quality has been so-so, I ended up needing to prop part of it up on jack stands because the legs were not Up To The Task. The motor is good? IDK, shop around.)

With a cheap extra firm memory foam mattress

a softer memory foam topper (very cheap: I ordered a queen and cut it into 2 pieces, one for my wheelchair and one for the bed)

Tencel bedsheets (sensory GOOD, Brielle are not terribly expensive)

1 overstuffed memory foam bits pillow that came with the mattress covered with a dark colored tencel pillowcase goes under the mouse hand

2 squishmallows, one under my knees and one that goes between me and the bedrail to support my elbow (the big ones from costco)

A squishy memory foam travel U-shaped pillow for my neck to keep it well aligned (cheap cheap cheap)

And a bedrail that straps around the bedframe to hold it in place.

My kids mounted a rail system to the ceiling and we hung blackout curtains from it, so I can shut out all external light if need be. This was surprisingly inexpensive.

In the winter, I use one of those big old fake sheepskin rugs from costco under my head and shoulders for cozy. And sometimes an electric blanket.

The room is air conditioned with a window air conditioner, and I have a remote

There is an air filter running 24/7 in this room because I spend so much time here and am allergic to my cats who I love very much.

This bed is next to the wall, daybed style. The computer setup is as follows:

A desktop computer on a shelf. I built the computer in a dark case with no RGB parts and did not plug in the LED front panel sensors.

A monitor on a monitor arm.

A metal shelf that mounts between the monitor and the monitor arm that I attached my speakers and webcam to.

Another shelf above it for miscellany.

A little basket over my shoulder for sundries

A gooseneck clamp for my phone mounted to the shelf (I have one of these upstairs mounted to my headboard, too. They're very easy to move the clamp, very secure, and sturdy as heck.)

A Logitech k360 wireless keyboard rests on my belly (and sometimes on a pillow on my belly if my wrists are being tetchy)

I use a vertical mouse (sometimes Jellycomb, currently this one) on the stiff pillow next to me. The wrist position is extremely neutral. I set my mouse sensitivity to high so I don't have to move my wrist very much.

I use Edifier noise canceling headphones when I need to block out extraneous sound

creative pebbles speakers and a Logitech c920 webcam, but that's not mission critical

To make it easier to turn my computer on and off, I got a magnetic button to stick to the side of the case so I can reach better from the bed.

This puts my whole body in a neutral, optimal circulation position where the monitor is well aligned to my head and neck and my hands and wrists are aligned and supported and I need to expend minimal energy when at the computer. Everything is close at hand and I can easily control my environment for light, temperature and sound. I raise the knees and head of the bed to a "zero g" position and use the squishmallows and pillows to further support things as needed. The wireless keyboard and mouse are very helpful.

For me, the logitech k360 is a combination of lightweight, relatively small while still being "full size", light touch, and "soft clicky" as well as widely available and cheap as fuck. It's also pretty resilient to being dropped or spilled on, and if it does break, it's cheap and fast to replace at a nearby store same-day. Preferences for keyboards are highly individual, this one just works very well for me. When my hands and shoulders were bad due to RA, I got two of them and (using both dongles plugged into separate USB ports) put one under each hand in the most neutral positions possible for a cheap-ass version of a split keyboard. Two of these are half the cost of most split keyboards.

This pic is from before we put up the blackout curtains. Yes, that's the fridge behind my head.

[lahotelbellamuerte]

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐎𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐧 - !floor under construction!

series masterlist ! current: floor under construction ! next: capabilities

pairing; five x eight warnings; past memories, nothing really word count; 1.9k notes; none for this one, kinda filler, idk

left in the dark

FREEDOM IS SOMETHING that not everyone is lucky to have. The feeling and knowledge of being able to do anything is liberating, especially for Phoenix. This was after many years of learning how to use her abilities. Having everything that all the "sight" people had. 

"Get back here!" screamed a voice scrambling to run after her. 

The teen laughed as she continued to run, a hand holding a satchel with stolen books. She weaved in and out of street vendors, using the large crowd to disguise her. 

But the man hot on her heels, was unrelenting and continued with his run, "It shouldn't be that hard to catch someone Five," he muttered to himself, shrugging a little before turning to use his powers to close that gap between them. 

The blue energy zapping passed all the people until he could see the purple hair swishing. Reaching his hand, he grabbed her shoulder, pulling it towards him, gasping as he saw her face. 

Phoenix didn't blink before she turned fully and kicked him in the gut, "Can't you leave me alone?" she hissed pulling the bag closer to her and attempting to run away. 

"Oh no you don't," Five muttered and yanked on her leg and made her fall. 

Falling with a groan she turned around and kicked his face, "Go to hell!" she called out scrambling to get up again. This time taking a turn passed all the people nearby. 

Not caring about the other seeing his powers he zapped ahead of her. Smirking when she ran directly into him, "Now who are you," he asked grabbing the bag out of her hands. 

Phoenix just shook her head, "No need for you to know," she said lunging to grab the bag, holding onto the strap she could pull him and the bag. Not waiting for a second she slammed her head onto his. 

Five let the bag go to head onto his forehead, blinking rapidly he looked up just to the wisps of purple moving quickly. He groaned and shook his head, pushing himself to run after her once more. 

The girl just continued to run and didn't turn back to find out how far she would be. These books didn't even hold that much importance to the Commission, confusing her why they would send one of their top agents toward her. 

Turning street she continued, eyes and ears peeled for the sound of Five hot in her tracks. Her hands still gripping the bag tightly. Breath slightly ragged, as she moved between the busy streets. 

Now most are probably wondering, what could be so important within those books? Well, Phoenix has these recurring dreams about this man warning her of the future. But before he could tell her anything in clear detail, she never got anything in concrete detail. So, she took it into her own hands to learn about time and their timelines. 

Something she recently learned was an ability she could use. And there was no way in hell she was about to let the future get the best of her. If anything blindness has only made her see all. 

Reaching a clearing, she paused for a second before looking around her, thick woods lined her senses. This was it, all she had to do was focus and move on to a different year. 

Just before she could start to run off, she was once more body slammed into the ground. Releasing an angered huff, the girl got up to see Five once more. 

"Will you just leave me alone?!" she huffed staring him directly in the face. 

Goosebumps rose onto his skin once more as he saw the face of his wife, on this strange woman, "Just return the books to me," was all he said, knowing he would be talking to his leaders about what this was about. 

Tired of the cat-and-mouse chase, Phoenix lifted surrounding boulders into the sky and chucked them towards the young version of Five. 

His eyes widened, and he blinked quickly out of the way, barely missing the flying rocks, "Jesus Christ," he muttered, blinking once more to reach the purple-haired girl. Kicking her in the stomach and making her stumble. 

The two once more get into a fight, Five sucked in a breath, and time seemed to move slower as he narrowly missed a knife that was aimed at his neck. 

"Who are you?" was all he could get out when he grabbed her wrist to block the knife from flying at him again. 

Phoenix huffed, "None of your concern old man," she hissed dropping the knife from her hand, just to catch it with her other, bringing it swiftly to his thigh. Earing a yelp from the man, she quickly turned her body and threw him over her shoulder. Then began running once more. 

Five groaned and removed the knife, getting up with a slightly limp, "This little pest," he growled, once more picking up to chase after the girl. Blinked through space to reach up to her. 

Stopping in her tracks, she saw Five had blinked up ahead of her, now knife in hand. His thigh bleeding from her last attack. 

Five began running to her and the last second sent the knife flying. Five smirked knowing that she had nowhere to run, but it quickly fell off his face when in its place it formed into a spear. Quickly he blinked out of the way, to look next to him at a shiny spear into the ground.  

"You're insane!" he exclaimed as he blinked to punch her but she dodged it grabbing onto his arm,  and jumping to kick him with both of her feet. 

Phoenix landed softly, standing, and tried to slam his face with his heel, just for five to grab it and trip her. Now straddling her and blinked them straight back into the city. 

She pushed him off her and yelled running into him through a window of a shop. Getting up she lifted him with her, quickly punching him in the face and then stomach. 

Five groaned and tried to collect his movement, but was kicked into a glass shelf behind him. Phoenix still throwing precision punches towards him. 

The man tried to grab anything landed on a bat, and began swinging towards her. Landing a hit on her ribs, causing her to scream out, then again towards her back as she stumbled. 

Dropping to the ground, she grabbed a jump rope and was able to block one of his hits by turning the rope around his bat. She moved her knee upwards towards his stomach. And was able to throw a bat to the side. 

As she stepped back, Five didn't see it coming, until her feet came into contact with his face. She had landed a roundhouse kick towards him.

Five grabbed his face, "What the fuck, where did you learn to fight?" he muttered. 

The girl only smiled, "Don't worry about it," she said and moved to knee him in the face and knock him out. Leaving the purple-haired girl to leave at once. This time without being stopped. 

When Five woke up he didn't know where he was for a moment. That was until his eyes adjusted to the filtered lights of a window. He sighed as he looked around the blank room and the undeniable clean scent. He was in the hospital wing. 

Then his eyes landed on the young blonde sitting in the chair beside him. Seems that the "youth serum" had yet to wear off. 

"Looks like you got a beating love," she mused as she flipped the page in the book she read. 

Five rolled his eyes, "I almost had the squirt, I don't know how she got the best of me," he huffed looking up at the ceiling. 

The woman only hummed, "You are dealing with one of us, Five, she won't be easy to get." 

The man was silent and only thought of her words, that was until he realized, "Eight, I never told you anything about her," he paused to look over at her, "How do you know she's one of us?" 

Eight only put her book down to look a there husband straight in the eyes, "Do you trust me?" was the only thing she asked. 

"With my life," he responded with no hesitation. 

The blonde woman only smiled, "Good," she started, "Her name is [Redacted] a version of myself from a different universe," she paused to raise her hand, "Sorry, the only other version of me to exist." 

Five furrowed his eyebrows, "How do you know there's only one other? Shouldn't there be infinities?" 

Eight nodded, "Well usually in the case for everyone yes," she started, "But somehow when my power was born into the universe, it was split. The other half of me, being born in a whole different plane." 

"Alright I got that, but how does that make sense that she is in our timeline?" 

The blonde pat her book, "That is an ability that we share, but her's is more refined and can do it more efficiently than I can."

"Okay, now how do you know her, is the other question," He added racing to his side table to drink a glass of water that was set. 

Eight smiled at the question, "Now that is a little tricky," she said taking a breath to think, "My unique ability is to look into the future," she started not missing the choking from Five, "And Phoenix, as she likes to call herself, is a big part into what is to happen in the future. And you two have to work together along with our family."

There were so many things Eight had said to him, and yet nothing at all. What did she mean with their family? They have yet to make it back home and stop the apocalypse from happening. But here she was talking as if that was the least of her issues. Who was this Phoenix and why was she so important that his very wife didn't view her as a problem? 

"Eight what are you talking about? Shouldn't we be focusing on how to get home?" He asked still thoughts swirling in his mind. All questions he had a feeling he wouldn't get answers for. 

The blonde nodded, "Ah, yes, you're right I'm getting ahead of myself," she paused getting up, bringing her hand to his cheek with a smile, "Let's focus on getting home first," then leaned over to plant a soft kiss on his lips. Then getting up to walk towards the door.

She paused when she heard his voice, "What did you say?" he asked looking at her confused. 

Her hand on the door handle she turned, "Oh, we were just talking about what to have for dinner, silly," she said with a smile, "Just let me know." 

Five nodded and watched her go out the door. His head felt heavy, but he couldn't remember why. 

Oh, so many secrets kept from the man who would be in the center of all of it. Yet his wife kept all these secrets out of love. All of them came to her when her memory returned in 1963. Living her past, present, and future all at once. The burden of feeling all the pain, happiness, and bliss at once. A true curse. 

[carniferous]

hi dil beloved <3 i'm here to get a tiny bite out of ur brain <3 and be insane over ur writing once again <333

idk how vague u want the concepts to be so . jegulus sick fic??? or drunk shenanigans?? i'll take literally anything

laurieee laurie my love!! okay this ask made me remember something: when i was first drafting ibhfts, i had this vague idea that james would get sick at one point during the fic? it was going to be towards the end but i ended up scrapping this idea because it wouldn't really fit with how the plot has developed so far. but really the MAIN reason i wanted to include it so badly is bc i loveeee sickfics (like. i love them so much) so i decided to use this opportunity to write out a little scene that could've been in that version of ibhfts

just fyi this scene will NOT be in ibhfts but it does contain mild spoilers for ch 13 and potentially events that will happen in future chapters. this one is also completely unedited btw !!

It really does serve James right for laughing at him. He hadn’t even cast an Impervious before trekking about in the rain without a care, and then he’d had the gall to laugh in Regulus’s face, to clutch at Regulus’s hands as they toweled off his hair, say What are you so worried about? I don’t get sick! Regulus tries not to feel smug about it as James sniffles and shivers under the covers—and then, perhaps deservedly, James’s bleary, pitiful expression every time he opens his eyes makes it difficult to feel smug about anything.

“You’re such a baby,” he murmurs, practically croons as he strokes the back of his finger against James’s feverish face. “Seriously, who gets sick from being out in the rain? You’re supposed to be a Quidditch player.”

James groans hoarsely, “You’re being mean. Here I am suffering, and you’re being mean to me. What if I died? What then?” 

“You just have a cold, for Merlin’s sake,” he replies, grinning, a strange glee rising up in him at James’s prone and vulnerable state. At how pitiful he is.

“How do you know? You’re not a Healer.”

“Your mother’s a Healer, you idiot, and she says you have a cold.”

“I’m dying,” James whines.

“Baby,” says Regulus, and he means it as a taunt, but it comes out strange and tinged with too much affection. James’s eyes open, his gaze heavy-lidded, curious. Regulus feels heat pool in his spine. 

He shoots to his feet, cheeks warming. “Are you thirsty? I’ll get you some water.”

Somehow, James’s silence as he leaves makes him feel even more unsteady. He has to force his hands to stop shaking long enough for him to pour the water.

When he returns upstairs, James has fallen asleep. His eyelashes flutter as the door opens, his hand curls gently in the sheets. As quietly as possible, Regulus sets the glass down on his bedside table and leaves. 

The day passes like that, strangely quiet without James’s usual energy filling the house. Sirius doesn’t come downstairs, which is simultaneously a blessing and something that sends anxiety skittering across his skin. Regulus keeps searching for him in his periphery. He can’t help it. Back at home, Sirius had the unsettling habit of materializing in doorways, hallways, anywhere to startle Regulus. Sirius’s loud boisterousness was mostly show; he could move as silently as a mouse when he wanted to. As silently as their mother.

It doesn’t matter, though. In the end, it’s Regulus who ends up finding Sirius. 

He’s carrying a bowl of soup on a tray when he opens the door to James’s room. Sirius sits at his bedside. He glances over his shoulder at Regulus, surveys him impassively.

“He’s asleep,” Sirius says.  

Regulus feels his grip tighten reflexively on the tray. He swallows, forces himself to set it down on the nightstand. 

“I’ll leave it here for him.” A pause, then, “He slept the whole day?”

Sirius hums an affirmative, leaning over to rest his chin in the palm of his hand. He stares up at Regulus with a quizzical, probing look in his eyes.

Suddenly, Regulus is tired of it. The way that Sirius has been since he returned, neutral and observant—watchful gaze keeping track of Regulus’s every movement, every expression, as though looking to catch him in something. Silently judging Regulus for the space he takes up in Godric’s Hollow.

If you didn’t want me to live here, Regulus thinks, you shouldn’t have let me.

“You’re worried about him,” Sirius says slowly, with great finality. 

“It’s a cold,” says Regulus. “I’d be stupid to be worried.”

Sirius arches a brow. Regulus feels himself flush. 

“He was saying your name in his sleep. James,” as though he could’ve been talking about anyone else. 

Regulus bites the inside of his cheek. His mind races for a response. 

That’s what’s been irritating him. Sirius is too fucking perceptive. He knows Regulus too well. He knows James even better. And there’s nothing he hates more than being kept in the dark.

“He kept asking where you were going. He seemed upset.”

“What’s your point?”

“He dreamt of you, Regulus,” Sirius says, still with that slow and impassive finality, circling around some realization that he wants Regulus to confirm.

Well, bully for him. Regulus makes a show of rolling his eyes: “A fever dream. Again, your point?”

“I was gone for a while,” Sirius muses, almost to himself. But when his eyes flick upwards, they’re needle-sharp. “Not that long, though.”

“Are you enjoying being needlessly cryptic, or are you eventually going to say what you mean?”

“Something happened between you two,” he says. “Didn’t it?”

Another eye-roll. This is a practiced thing, indifference towards Sirius and his endless suspicions. Regulus was twelve years old when he realized that the more he cared what Sirius thought of him, the more Sirius could hurt him. He was twelve years old when he learned that Sirius would hurt him, given the opportunity.

“Lots of things happened. Like you said,” Regulus meets his gaze, “You were gone a long time.”

Sirius grins. It’s not a nice grin. If James were awake to see it, Regulus thinks he’d be shocked at such an expression on his best friend’s face.

Regulus says, eyes narrowed, “Besides, you asked him to take care of me. Didn’t you?”

The grin falls away. “Well, fuck. I didn’t think he’d tell you that.”

“Thank you for that, by the way,” says Regulus. “Next time you ask one of your friends to babysit me, try to show a bit more discretion.”

“Piss off,” says Sirius, looking genuinely a bit abashed. “As if I was wrong to be worried.”

“Why? Because I’d ruin your darling reputation by being so horrible to the Potters?”

Sirius blinks at him, long and slow. “Because you’d just run away from home after our mother crucio’d you, you git.”

“Oh.” Regulus falls silent. His gaze falls on James’s sleeping face, still flush with fever, a sheen of sweat on his brow. 

He doesn’t know what shows in his expression, but when he looks back up, Sirius is staring at him with wide eyes. 

“Merlin,” he says.

“What?”

“You—”

“Reg?” A slurred voice, heavy with sleep, and Regulus turns immediately. James cracks his eyes open, and a grin spreads over his face. “Hi, Reg. Where’d you go?”

“I—” Regulus darts a half-panicked glance towards Sirius. “I was just letting you sleep.”

“I couldn’t find you.”

Sirius clears his throat loudly. James blinks, and some awareness seems to come back to him.

“Padfoot,” he says, pushing himself up onto his elbows. 

“Hey, Prongs,” Sirius says, full of warmth. “When’re you getting out of this bed, huh?”

“Not soon enough. How long were you sitting there?”

His smile turns blithe, “A while. I’m starving, though, gonna grab something to eat. Rest up, okay?”

James nods as Sirius gets up and leaves, sending Regulus a long, searching look on his way out. Regulus can’t help the breath he releases when the door clicks shut.

“He suspects,” says Regulus.

“Who, Sirius?” James tilts his head to the side, unconcerned, and pushes himself into a sitting position. “Probably.”

“I wish you’d sound more worried about that.”

James hums noncommittally. “Is that soup?”

“James,” Regulus sighs, but he still takes the tray and places it carefully in James’s lap. 

James spoons the soup into his mouth thoughtfully, “He’ll have to find out eventually, you know.”

“You and I share different opinions on that.”

“Yeah, and your opinion makes no sense. How would we keep it from him? Logistically, how would that work?”

“I’ve kept bigger things from Sirius.”

“I haven’t.”

A pause. Regulus looks down at his lap, at his hands laid over one another, murmurs, “I know, James.”

James sets down the spoon. Wordlessly, he reaches over and brushes his thumb down the side of Regulus’s face, a soothing gesture. Regulus leans into the touch, drops his cheek into James’s waiting palm. Lets the solid warmth of it seep into his skin. 

“I just don’t see the point,” James says softly. “The longer we keep it from him, the harder it will be to eventually tell him.”

“It’ll always be hard to tell him, no matter what.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because he’ll think I’m trying to take you from him.”

James looks at him incredulously, guilelessly, “But you’re not.”

Regulus’s mouth twitches, and he turns his face into James’s palm to hide his tiny smile. He presses a kiss there—once, then twice. He thinks of being  eleven and watching Sirius walk away from him with an arm slung around James’s shoulders. Of being thirteen and knowing desire, real desire, for the first time: at the sight of James laughing at a joke Sirius was telling him.

“No,” he whispers, and he presses his face deeper into the skin of James’s open hand. “Of course I’m not.”

[everything-is-as-it-was]

Jems found in an old Phil video

So I watched "My mum is a lobster" because I'm going through all of his videos chronologically, right, and I was like- you know what? I'm going to scroll down the comments. There's over 2,000, which isn't as much as others so why the hell not?

And GUYS. The way I could literally see the internet changing from 2024 to 2008 was FASCINATING. Genuinely the coolest thing I've seen all week. The content of the comments was one thing: from people commenting about how young Phil is, how this was just under a year from when he met Dan, to people in 2016 going on about... whatever they were talking about in 2016 yk

But then when you get down to the bottom do you see the real good stuff. There's no replies, since Youtube was structured differently I guess, and a lot of the comments don't make sense I think because they were replying to other comments- but I digress.

The use of :D, lolz, the two carats (^^), the xD, the :S, all relics at this point tbh. Obv some people use them still but see their abundance!

See here again - allll the ellipses, much more than we usually see today, =D, ;[ - man ppl were way more creative back then huh

Just the way people spoke on the internet - obviosuly, again, I'm making generalizations. There are still people who speak like this, of course. But the "random xD" comments really hitting full force

Just laughing here at the last comment concerned about Phil's inbox being bombarded... if only they knew a couple years later lmao

@vampirechibiofreno wanted to be a surgeon mouse for Halloween in '09 I wonder if they ever did

I saw a lot more of people just sharing little inconsequential things about their lives here, too. Seems like in YT comments these days ppl are vying for the funniest comment, whereas people here didn't give af they just wanted Phil to know they had the same shirt

I can just imagine young Phil reading the first post and it motivating him, idk. Just the fact that back then people still said "wow, you're funny, keep it up!" Whereas if someone said that now we'd all be like "uh, we been knew? Where ya been?"

Just some more examples of comments with very '08 energy to them lmao they make me smile

And HERE are some Phil comments!

Again, I'm sure he's responding to people here but since YT has changed so much the original posts were jumbled around. It was so weird to see a comment of his with only one or two likes- felt like I found a rare penny or something lmao

Anywho SORRY for the long post! I just thought this was all absolutely fascinating :)

[strxwberrylemonxde]

joker fic whrre he like idk loves me...

a/n: skdjks you got it anon! What I would give for this man to love me LMFAO- I'm so serious, someone please sedate me Okay this might be a touch ooc but just let me dream 😭 I'm also sorry this is so short, the writers block still has me in a chokehold

It isn’t often that the Joker falls in love. In fact, it’s a rather rare occurrence. He’s been in this cat-and-mouse game with the Dark Knight for so long that he seemed to forget that he could fall for somebody else. But, when the Joker does fall in love with you, he finds himself thinking about you… a lot. Even in the midst of planning his next crime, fruitily spreading havoc across Gotham, the thought of you always lingers somewhere in his mind. When the Joker falls in love with you, there’s a spark in his eyes when you share a laugh over his jokes. It was always hard to get Batman to crack at his jokes, so to know that you could even crack a smile was enough to thaw his heart. When the Joker falls in love with you, he has a habit of leaving you little notes and trinkets for you to find. Hidden in the most unexpected places, he’d leave them for you when he knew he’d be away for too long. Scrawled on each piece of paper was a new joke tailored to your sense of humor and a little trinket that reminded him of you. This was his way of expressing his feelings for you without needing to voice them out loud. When the Joker does fall in love with you, there is a chaotic, loving energy between you two. No matter what you do or where you are, chaos always ensues. Wreaking havoc in Gotham was his favorite kind of date night and to him, you were his partner in crime and his partner in life. While he may not always show it in the most conventional ways, when the Joker falls in love with you, you become the center of his life-- next to Batman of course.

[skyward-floored]

I wanted to ask what the Zeldas powers are in IAU? Maybe there's a list I missed, but because they don't tend to feature as heavily as the boys, I haven't been able to keep them straight in my head lol

I think I made a list a while ago but I have nooooo clue where it went XD And I don’t blame you lol, I seriously need to write more with them. I have a bunch of ideas that feature Zeldas, I just keep getting ones with the boys too and those tend to be what I end up working on 😔 But anyway, messy list!

Sun (Sky’s Zelda): her powers are a little weird, but basically she can use music (via either instrument or her voice) and cause different effects/attacks. sort of like Sheik’s attacks in hw.

Artemis (Warriors’s Zelda): intangibility, the power to go through any solid object and make herself completely untouchable. She can also make other things intangible, but it takes as much energy as it would to pick up that item (so a purse or something? Easy. A person? Harder, but still doable. A building? ...nope.)

Lullaby (Time’s Zelda): she’s powerless, but don’t underestimate her, you’ll regret it.

Dot (Four’s Zelda): she can shrink all tiny, down to the size of a mouse :)

Dawn & Aurora (Hyrule’s Zeldas): they both give off the vibe of being powerless to me, Dawn especially, but I wouldn’t be adverse to maybe giving one of them something. Probably Aurora between the two.

Dusk (Twilight’s Zelda): I’m thinking she’s powerless— that or she has a fairly understated power. Especially since in canon while she’s willing to fight, her whole thing was sort of the fact that she chose not to in order to save her people. Idk.

Fable (Legend’s Zelda): ...I’m admittedly unsure of. I was thinking of having her be like that Voyd girl in the second movie, but I don’t know if it makes sense for her to have a portal-y power or not. Would something more like Zelda’s smash bros attacks be better? Light powers? Something entirely different?? I dunno. She still needs work.

Tetra (Wind’s Zelda): I’m thinking she’s powerless, but her fighting skills are on point. And later she gets a gun.

Flora (Wild’s Zelda): I’m sliiiightly holding off on, but I kind of have two options for her? The first is making her powerless, but be fascinated by powers, and geek out over supers and get all knowledgeable about their powers. The other option is maybe powers sorta like the rewind function in totk, since she seems to have some kind of connection there. But again, idk...