#it's actually shocking how well and kickass they look with the outfits
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salamifuposey ¡ 3 months ago
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don't mind me, just yet another lil commission requested by TheHeartGhost from dA of none other than Madoka and Homura from the Madoka Magica Puella Magi series cosplaying/using respectively Yukari Takeba and Mitsuru Kirijo from Persona 3's outfits!
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oro-e-diamanti ¡ 3 years ago
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The one with Victoria’s boobs
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Description | Victoria needs help taping her boobs for an upcoming performance. You get more than you bargained for.
Content | fluff
Pairing | Victoria x gn!Reader
Word Count | 2420
Some situations in life simply could not be dealt with without a strong cup of coffee. Heading out to an exam, waking up to a text from that ex who still grinds your gears, missing your train, and being late for work ... You, however, thought you were doing fine today, mood high and excited for the day ahead. You had slept in and left the hotel at a reasonable time. You’d do what you loved - make-up - and then watch the band play a kickass show. No additional kick needed to pump you up or help you deal with the hours ahead. You changed your mind the second you opened the dressing room door and came face to face with Victoria's tits. Actually - scratch that - you would need a drink to deal with this.
"Y/n! Finally! I need you, come here." While Victoria's face brightened up considerably as her eyes met yours, a smile spreading on her gorgeous lips, you could feel your cheeks heating up. She didn't seem to notice or mind, instead grabbing your hand and dragging you further into the room. Your bag slid off your shoulder, unceremoniously hitting the ground and staying there, forgotten and in the way. "If Damiano keeps ripping off the tape one more time to readjust, he's going to take my nipple off."
"Hey!" He objected. "I'm just trying to improve your boobs, lady!"
"You can't improve perfection, Damiano."
The bickering gave you a moment to evaluate the scene before you. The dressing room was a mess, clothes everywhere and a stylist bustling around, trying to keep the damage to a minimum. Ethan was currently admiring his reflection in the mirror, hands running through his hair, while Thomas kept rummaging around the chaos. And right before your eyes, Victoria, in satin trousers but topless, with Damiano still trying to fix the cross he had put across her left nipple, as Vic kept slapping his hand away.
"Honestly, babe, I need you," she pleaded as your eyes managed to remove themselves from her bare chest and met hers instead. "I can't do it myself because when I try to do it in the mirror it looks weird when I put my arms down. And Damiano just about managed one cross that doesn't look wonky as hell after about 43 attempts."
"I did not need 43 attempts! I was just trying to -"
"Stop it!" Vic slapped his hand away once more, harshly enough for the sound to echo. "Go gel your hair or something, I've got Y/n now."
"I'm your make-up artist, not -" You didn't quite know how to finish your sentence. You weren't what? Victoria's personal boob inspector? Professional nipple-taper?
"Exactly, which means you've got an eye for aesthetic, so please put this tape on me."
You couldn't refuse Vic either way. Not when she was staring at you with those impossibly blue eyes, silently begging for your help. With a sigh, you grabbed the tape out of her hand, slowly unrolling a bit. You had only known her for a little while, but well enough to be aware that she wouldn't back down. Vic was already reaching for a pair of scissors, but you were quicker, tearing the piece of tape off with your teeth.
"Sexy, but scary," Victoria concluded. "But mainly sexy."
You didn't have the mental capacity to deal with what she had just said. Actually, you didn't have the capacity to deal with what you were about to do, but that was a pill you'd simply have to swallow. You hoped your shaky fingers weren't giving you away, as you crouched to eye-level with Vic's boob.
You had never much thought about the feminine beauty of a naked woman's chest before, but your current angle was making you question all your past convictions.
Maybe you were into girls after all.
Maybe you were just into Victoria. It was a thought that had been lingering in the back of your mind for a while now.
As your fingers lightly touched her skin, careful to get the placement just right, she flinched. You looked up, gazes meeting, and for a second there was something in her eyes you couldn't quite pinpoint, but it was gone before you had a chance to reflect on it. Instead, she giggled, "It's way too hot for your hands to be this cold."
Way too hot indeed.
You tried to make quick work of the task ahead and not to stare at her breasts too intently. Not to touch her soft skin too obviously. Not to let your beating heart get the better of you.
"I knew you'd get it perfectly!" Victoria exclaimed, turning towards the mirror and examining her now partly covered boobs. "You just got that kind of eye, Y/n. Thank you so much."
She had thrown her arms around you before you could react. It shouldn't have come as much of a surprise, Vic always being a rather touchy person by nature, but this time she was half-naked, her chest pressed against your shirt. Your arms carefully wrapped around her back, briefly letting yourself enjoy the feeling of silk-like skin under your fingertips, then quickly letting go and taking a step back. Your heart had gone from beating to straight-up racing. You were in so much trouble.
"I'll just put on the rest of my outfit and then you can do my make-up, yeah?" Her eyes shone at you in gradients you hadn't seen before. All you could do was nod dumbly, knowing that nothing was ever going to be the same again.
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You hadn't meant to go out drinking with the band, you really really hadn't, yet here you were, sitting in a dark corner of some trendy bar in the middle of Berlin, trying to duck out of every video they filmed for Instagram and sipping on your drink. The mood was euphoric and everyone kept singing along to the songs playing in the background, but you kept to yourself. Your mind was still spinning with images of Victoria, memories of her skin on yours, and the fact that she was standing in front of you right now didn’t help. She was beauty personified.
“Y/n! Dance with me!” Victoria pulled you out of my thoughts as she pulled you up into a standing position.
“Vic, no one is dancing in this bar.”
“So?”
She had never been much impressed with what other people were doing. You quickly downed the rest of your drink, handing the glass to Damiano, who sent you a conspicuous wink. Whatever that was supposed to mean. You were still standing a little awkwardly when Victoria took your hand and twirled you around, a heavy slap to the bum hitting you while your back was towards her.
“Come on, Y/n, let loose!”
The shock of her actions only lasted a split second, before you broke out into giggles and let her pull you further into her. Her arms wrapped around your neck, trying to move you to a beat that was much too fast to be this close and entangled. You didn’t mind. Hell, you decided, you would never mind anything she did to you ever again. You didn’t even take notice of Damiano, Ethan, and Thomas dancing along around you, too focused on the way Vic was holding you and pressing you against herself. You couldn’t tell anymore if the elation you were feeling was because of the drink you’ve had or because she was looking at you the way she was. In the heat of the moment, you pushed a strand of her from her face, fingers lightly trailing along her cheek. Her mouth was on yours in an instant, pressing a bold kiss against your lips, but it was over before it started and suddenly her body wasn’t pushed up against yours anymore and you felt lost and cold. Victoria was now slinging her arms around Thomas’ neck instead, leaving a similar kiss on him, before giving Ethan and Damiano the same treatment.
Your heart couldn’t decide if it wanted to keep beating or start breaking.
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The next days were pure torture. It didn’t help that Victoria had developed a newfound love for going bra-less - and an appreciation for you taping her up. Her behaviour wasn’t much better. You bent over to pick something up? Slap on the butt. She walked by you? No way she wasn’t going to brush past you in some way. Sitting on the couch? She was cuddled up to you in a heartbeat, face mushed into your neck, her breath softly tickling your skin.
Pure torture.
It all came crashing down the night Victoria decided to shake up the hotel room arrangement. She would usually room with Damiano, while you shared with other members of the team that worked behind the scenes. Until you were all gathered in the lobby of your hotel for the night and she loudly announced she was sick of listening to Damiano snore every night - “What the hell, I’ve never snored in my life?!” - and instead was going to sleep with you. Sleep with you. You didn’t miss the looks and snickers of the others as she phrased it exactly like that.
You didn’t have a choice, really. You simply weren’t the type of person to protest - and Vic knew. So you followed her up in the elevator, down the corridor, and into the room like a lovesick puppy, internally debating whether you were dreading this or looking forward to it. As soon as you had both dropped your luggage, she disappeared into the bathroom without another word. You didn’t miss the fact that she did not even attempt to close the door.
Two single beds. You breathed a sigh of relief. No awkward there-was-only-one-bed situation. Or maybe you felt a bit of disappointment. Maybe- No. This needed to stop. You were going crazy. You were supposed to do a job on this promo tour, be professional, maybe make friends with the band if you were lucky, but instead, you were falling deeper and deeper and it all ended with the fact that you had never felt this way about anyone else. It pained you to think that Victoria wasn’t feeling the same. And she definitely wasn’t - you were sure of that. She was a flirty person, she liked to touch and kiss those around her, but none of it went deeper than that. And you were going to have to accept it for what it was.
You were still in the middle of convincing yourself of not feeling anything more than friendship for Victoria when she emerged from the bathroom. Wearing nothing but a pair of panties. It was in that moment you knew you would never get over her.
“VIc, you need to stop doing this.”
Her face fell immediately, going from overly cheeky - which seemed to be her default expression these days - to genuinely concerned. Concerned, and confused. She was by your side in an instant, holding you by your upper arms, seemingly searching your face for answers.
“Do what?”
The direct question was filled with a softness that almost brought tears to your eyes. For a second you contemplated taking it back, changing the topic, and ignoring how emotionally draining the past days had been, but one look into her eyes told you that you needed to be honest with her. Now or never.
“You need to stop touching me. You need to stop riling me up at every opportunity, you need to stop teasing me and brushing up against me because-” The words seemed trapped in your throat. Victoria had moved away, immediately adhering to your request to stop touching you and you hated it. You wanted her hands back on you, you wanted all of her on you. One more deep breath. “Because I cannot stop thinking about kissing you. And I’m not talking about a little friendly peck. I’m talking about kissing the ever-loving shit out of you now and forever.”
It happened so fast. Victoria was on you before you had even finished your last words, lips pressed to yours in a heated and hurried manner, arms wrapping around you to press her body against yours. You reacted as if on autopilot, as if your body knew what to do simply because it had been waiting for it. Your hands tangled themselves in her hair as you responded eagerly to her kiss, before running them down her cheeks and to her neck.
This was nothing like the time she kissed you in the bar in Berlin. That time didn’t even come close to what was happening now. If your heart had been beating before, it was pounding out of your chest now. You thought that for as long as she promised to put her mouth on yours anytime you asked, you would be invincible.
The kiss ended rather slowly. A few pecks and staying close, breath fanning on each other’s faces, eyes still shut for a while until you two managed to separate. Victoria’s smirk was back, tenfold and you couldn’t help but giggle.
“Imagined anything like that?”
“You know I did,” you admitted, feeling slightly shy all of a sudden.
“Honestly, though,” Vic said, brushing your hair from your face in the most tender motion. “I’m sorry I put you in a weird position. I think my way of flirting just didn’t work on you.”
“Oh, it worked alright,” you laughed. “I just wasn’t sure you meant it that way. Especially when you kissed me that night and then proceeded to kiss everyone.”
“Yeah, that wasn’t clever. I think I was just scared because you didn’t react so I tried to play it off.”
Victoria pushed another kiss onto your lips, sweet and short and full of reassurance, then promptly hugging you with a force that sent both of you tumbling onto one of the beds. Laughing with all your heart, you pushed her off you but made sure she never strayed too far. You couldn’t help but be amused at the state you were both in, faces heated up and giggly, you fully clothed while Victoria was still lounging in nothing but a pair of black panties.
“For God’s sake, Victoria put some clothes on,” you mocked her, even though you both knew there was no reason for you to mind it anymore.
“You know, I think it’s quite fitting,” she contemplated instead. “It started and ended with my boobs out.”
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radramblog ¡ 3 years ago
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Halo through its guns: ODST
 A complaint many people had from Halo 2 is the lack of a huge battle for Earth that people were anticipating based on the marketing. The game spends one level in orbit over the planet and two more in New Mombasa before jetting off to the Arbiter’s side and to Delta Halo. While 3 spends a fair chunk of its campaign earthbound, there was still a contingent of people who wanted more from the facet of the franchise- to defend something familiar, to catch a glimpse of what the Halo universe was for civilians. I’m sure many of these folks were satisfied with the release of Halo’s first non-numerical (kinda) FPS installment, ODST.
Despite running in the same engine as 3, ODST plays quite differently, and all of that is a deliberate element of the game’s design. A set of more personal, lower-key stories through the perspective of a much different person to the Chief, and a closer-range look at humanity and the characters that make up the UNSC. And what could be closer range than a submachine gun?
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Well, a shotgun. Also this one actually is pretty okay at medium range, considering.
…this is Halo 3: ODST through the Suppressed SMG.
Every previous Halo campaign has put you in the place of Master Chief or the Arbiter. Both of these individuals are incredibly powerful presences, both in rank and in combat prowess, and the games reflect that- much of those campaigns are kind of built to make you feel as kickass as possible. Arby and the Chief are constantly doing incredibly cool shit, and they utterly dominate swathes of enemies in their path, no matter what form the foe takes. They are loud, they are in charge, and they are there to win the fight.
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ODST has a very different tone in mind. Much of the game takes place in a quiet, evacuated city during the night, with nobody but the protagonist and the occasional detachment of Covenant troops. Fast and Loud isn’t really the tone of the streets of Mombasa, save for during the squadmate levels. The world is dark and rainy, the music is solemn and pensive, and the player is made to feel utterly solitary as they hunt to figure out what happened to the rest of their squad.
To supplement this, the game has you playing not as a Spartan, but as one of the titular Orbital Drop Shock Troopers. In effect, while they’re still extremely effective soldiers, they are not superhuman, and much of the game mechanics reflect this. Gone are energy shields, with a slower-to-recharge and much more painful-sounding Stamina mechanic in place as well as the returning health bar. Every ODST you play as is much more vocal about being in pain when taking fire or on low health, which makes sense, seeing as they’re still, you know, dudes. The player is also weakened in other ways- the jump height is significantly reduced, fall damage is actually implemented, and melee damage is now about what a punch from a relatively solid person would be to a hulking alien instead of Chief’s apparent rocket-propelled-fists.
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An…interesting decision to supplement this was to drastically lower the damage human weapons deal to energy shields, making Brutes significantly tougher to take down and the new Engineers priority targets (that the game also discourages you from killing). Nowhere is this more apparent than with the Suppressed SMG, whose shield-stripping prowess is thoroughly neutered to the point of feeling nigh-useless on higher difficulties. It also has a lot of recoil, especially noticeable when you’re zoomed in, making it harder to consistently land bursts of fire.
What I’m saying is that I picked the Suppressed SMG to represent ODST because it kinda sucks. Not that the game sucks, it’s fucking stellar, but part of the point of it is that compared to the Chief, you suck. This does get a little thrown out in certain levels, particularly some of the explosive holdout areas, but those feel all the more sweeter when you recognize how much more of a struggle the fight is for the characters.
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Speaking of characters, ODST has a few of them! And while you never play as Dare, the Rookie, Buck, Dutch, Mickey, and Romeo all get distinct characterisation through their chatter, cutscenes, and generally constantly sniping at each other. Their personalities are, interestingly, reflected in their weapons of choice- Buck, being the leaderly all-rounder, carries the series traditional Assault Rifle, Mickey spawns with a Rocket Launcher but only two rockets because he’s an asshole and a cocktease, and Dutch has a Spartan Laser to represent his massive dick energy. But more importantly, Rookie gets both of the game’s silenced weapons- the Suppressed SMG and the Automag.
Rookie doesn’t get much of a personality, but there’s a bit there (and more in background material). He’s quiet, obviously reflected in his weapons of choice, and canonically the dude has very practical choices in his outfitting and his lifestyle, reflected by the versatile nature of his weapons. The suppressed SMG and automag do feel very “scout”-y, as relatively close-medium range guns that have 2x scopes in case you need them in a longer engagement (or just to get a better look at things). Their darker colouration helps blend them into the world, tiny lights visible only to the holder so they themselves don’t lose it to the night.
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There’s a couple other major things the Suppressed SMG represents, and they’re tied into each other. The first, the removal of dual-wielding from the game in its totality. Not only is this further representative of the relative weakness of the ODST compared to the Spartan (canonically, the Spiker is fucking heavy), but it’s also a frankly necessary change to the game’s formula- at this point, the experiment that dual wielding was had run its course, and the limits that had to placed on it to make it balanced just ended up not being worth it. And despite many of these guns now being quite weak, you do end up being forced to use them a lot of the time- limited ammunition means that the S-SMG/Automag will only get you so far before you have to grab something off an unlucky Covenant patrol. Despite their weakness, the weapons in ODST shine brighter than you’d expect.
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The other is a slight tightening of the weapon sandbox. The iconic Battle Rifle is gone, as is the as-iconic Energy Sword, as Elites are not present at all in the game save as a handful of bodies. The is Sentinel Beam is also absent (for obvious reasons) as are the standard SMG and Magnum variants. The level design, however, does give more time to the less-used weapons of 3- the Firebomb and Mauler appear more frequently due to the increased numbers of stealthy, jet-pack-y Brutes, and the finale of NMPD HQ lets you absolutely go to town with the Missile Pod, stuff like that. In an odd contradiction to the game’s overall philosophy, the heavy weapons/breakable turrets are actually buffed, as for whatever reason the Rookie and his squadmates can sprint at their normal pace carrying the things whilst the Chief has to slow down to make them work. This makes the second-to-last level, Data Hive, an absolute breeze, provided you know where the Flamethrower is hiding.
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Speaking of Data Hive, it is kind of the only level where the Suppressed SMG is really allowed to wreak havoc, since it’s kind of the best gun in the game for dealing with Drones. A combination of tearing through unshielded targets, being one of only two hitscan automatics available, and being a bullet hose is great against hard-to-nail, flying opponents, not to mention the enclosed space the level takes place in. I’m not sure I’d expected it to drop the ones with shields, but it does at least get a place for it to be actually good.
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You may notice I’m not talking about multiplayer, basically at all. Two reasons for that. Number one is that it mostly doesn’t exist- ODST was prepackaged with an extra disk that was just Halo 3’s Multiplayer mode (but with some extra maps). The second is that what does exist within ODST, Firefight, is still PvE, and as such the all the above pretty much still applies to it. Firefight is excellent, but for the purposes of this piece, it doesn’t have much unique to add.
In effective summation, Halo 3: ODST is a game whose mechanics and weapons are deliberately tweaked to evoke a distinctly different feeling from the game it’s based on. The characters are both more individualised and more specialised, and the gameplay reflects that. No other game in the series manages to get anything remotely resembling the atmosphere of ODST, and while a lot of that is a result of its aesthetic, story, and impeccable soundtrack, these would not hold up if the gameplay wasn’t changed to match.
ODST is the first of two Halo FPSs that deviated from the series’s tried-and-true formula, and greatly succeeded as a result. The other, Reach, will come up next week, as we finally reach the end of the Bungie era. Beyond that? God help us.
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fairytsuk1 ¡ 5 years ago
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trainwreck | pt.2
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pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader
genre: fluff <3
warning: none! swearing lmao
words: 1,965
summary: after meeting in a rundown station, you both settle on a checkered blanket underneath the cherry blossoms
part one!
     It felt straight out of a movie, the whole scene in front of you felt just like a romantic comedy. The ones where the boy is so obviously out of place, but it was still endearing somehow. Bakugou stood, a checkered blanket and basket in his hands. He was that boy in the movie, handsome but with his own unique charm that no other film could replicate. He was not just that boy. He was your boy. The Adam's apple in your throat bobbed, a wave of nervousness washed over you. You'd brought your own woven basket full of delicious treats you'd specially baked for this date, but now you fretted that it wasn't enough. 
     "Quit starin' and c'mere!" He shouted with his infamous scowl and low baritone voice before beginning to spread out the blanket, "I'll force-feed you if I have to! They took a lot of work!!"
     He was nervous too, it was only the second date. What was supposed to happen on the second date? Hell if he knew, and he certainly wasn't going to ask his mom or dad. That was just asking for jokes about his love-life and whatnot, it was his business! Whatever. He'll figure it out because you're just a girl...just an adorable, charming, and cute girl. 
"I didn't know you had it in you! You don't seem like the type to…" you grew quieter as you came face to face with a bouquet of Gardenias. White Gardenias, they were beautiful, "...to show up with flowers…"
     You take them and swear you can feel the electricity when your fingers graze his own.
     "What the hell does that mean?! Just...take the flowers. And don't look so shocked about it either! Sit down with me, I didn't bring all of this for nothing."
     You sniffed them and savored the sweet, delicate scent before grinning widely. You donned a cute outfit, cozy but fashionable. Your mother-deemed by herself as the best consultant for dates-made sure to accessorize you for a final touch of pizazz. His eyes trailed over the various gems and shimmers that graced your body.
     "You look cute."
"You look handsome! So...what'd you bring me?"
     His shoulders dropped as he grew more relaxed and into the mood. You weren't a stranger; you were just someone who seemed to be occupying his mind everywhere he went. Must be a curse of the crush.
     He began to rant about his experience making deli sandwiches and how "they better taste like heaven on bread!" but you could only focus on one thing. Him. His face was smooth with no blemishes and his hands seemed soft based on the light touch from before. You hadn't kissed him yet, but you knew well enough from the late-night video chats that his lips were cushy and smooth from the strawberry chapstick he wore. 
     "Are you listening?"
"Hah? Yeah."
     "Don't worry, I'd tell you all over again if I had to." He snorted and pulled out a neatly wrapped sandwich. "This one's yours. I didn't know what you wanted, but everyone likes roast beef...right? Uh there's also turkey or chicken if you-"
"Did you seriously make me tons of different sandwiches because you didn't know what I liked? Why didn't you just text me?!"
     "It would've ruined the surprise! I don't know what you brought so why should you know?!"
"That just seems like a waste-"
     He shouted, but it wasn't malicious, "I'll eat all these goddamn sandwiches myself if I have to! Don't test me!"
     The fact that he was getting riled up over some subs sent you into a fit of giggles causing you to fall back onto the soft blanket. He grumbled curses as he nudged your knee to "come up and eat!". Your stomach eventually ceased it's laughing fit and you sat back up while trying to bite back a smile. Bakugou had already started to eat in which he reminded you of a giant wolf. But if he was a wolf, what were you? Maybe a bunny? Either way, you two were an unlikely pair. You began to eat.
     The first bite was an experience in itself, your tastebuds happily savoring the flavors of tomato, beef, and dijon mustard. The bread was even lightly toasted. A delightful moan escaped your lips as your tongue darted out to swipe over them once more. His red eyes roamed your face to search for any hint of dislike.
"Bakugou, this is so fucking good. I know you said you liked to cook, but I wasn't expecting corporate-level food!"
     A smug grin tugged at his lips as he looked down and crumpled the wrapper. A "T" labeled on it for turkey was quickly hidden by the folds. He was also an organized guy though you knew that already. It was just as you thought when you caught a peek of his phone one time to see everyone's contacts labeled with photos. Yours had a heart next to it which you had pretended not to notice.
     "Well, only for you. I'd hate to disappoint a pretty girl."
     Warmth bloomed in your chest as you cheesed over the downright dangerously romantic line. The sun shone on you both, a gust of wind let the flower petals of the delicate cherry blossoms flow to the ground, an easy path left behind them. You took another bite and watched as he dug around in his basket, revealing chips that he opened and pointed towards you.
     "We should've brought plates instead of wrappers and napkins. Don't you dare spill anything on my blanket or else my mom will have my ass!"
"Oh? Maybe then she'll finally know who her son keeps calling so late at night."
     "You're the one that stays up late! It's none of her business anyways," he squinted at you as if to dig his heels into proving he'd never tell a soul before happily snacking on some chips.
"Well, whatever makes you comfy! It doesn't bother me."
     As you finished up your absolutely delightful sandwich, Bakugou tugged on his bottom lip. You were completely comfortable in his presence, no tense energy or apprehensiveness radiated off of you.
"If you start overthinking Bakugou, you'll get painful gas."
     "Who says something like that?! That's not even true! Your quirk's wrong, I'm just thinking."
"Uh-huh, I can feel your aura. You think too hard! You work hard all the time, so just relax, I'm not gonna go anywhere. Alright, time for my super awesome kickass and totally delicious desserts! So..."
     The first Tupperware box contained two crispy brown flaky pieces of pie. The crust was cooked perfectly, and Bakugou's mouth watered as the cherries glistened with their sugary sheen.
"Here it is! This is cherry pie, I thought it'd be nice 'cause I know you aren't the biggest fan of super sweet stuff," you smiled and lifted the container up to his face, "plus it matches your eyes!"
     "It looks amazing. I can't wait to-hold on-you baked more than that?"
     Nervous laughter made Bakugou scrunch his face up, ready to reprimand you for doing so much for him.
"Like you said, I didn't know what you'd like...It seems like we were both insecure about what to bring!"
     He didn't know why it felt like his heart was about to leap out of his chest.
     "Seems...seems like it," he grabbed a fork and got a nice bite of the dessert, the cherry sauce dripping from the prongs, "open your mouth. I'll feed it to you."
     You stared at his hand and could almost see the shaking. Your face felt hot, and as if your necklace was a choker. It was only your second date. No need to panic, you opened your mouth and let your mouth take the delicious into it before pulling away from the fork. He was right about one fact, the fact is that it was a fucking amazing pie. Though it was so obvious that your pulse raced as his eyes hyper-focused on your lips. This time you hoped he didn’t notice.
     You took your own fork and snagged a bite for him. You still had some cherry sauce on your lip, but you hadn't yet noticed. He did though. You offered the bit of pie towards him and it felt like your stomach was pooling with something. Was it intuition?
     He didn't know why he lurched forward and captured you into a bruising but full of emotions type of kiss. The type of kiss that makes you drop your fork and undoubtedly leave a red splotch in the cherry's descent. The type of kiss you immediately respond to and rest your hands on the junction between his shoulder and neck. The type of kiss with a firmness that makes you push up into the kiss when it seemed like he was trying to crush you with not only his need but his love. He supposed that asking first would've been the gentleman route, but since when was he ever gentlemanly?
     After a few short seconds, your lungs pulsed with the need for air as you fisted his shirt and pulled away. Your brain was racing a million miles a second, and it seemed like there was a slight fog clouding your mind. There were no fireworks or seeing stars, it just felt right. Your lips fit together right. Everything just seemed absolutely perfect.
"...You didn't even get to try the cherry pie."
     "I'm sure it's good, but I was far more interested in something else."
"Don't be ridiculous, you're just a horny teenage boy who should try my pie."
     "Not to be a horny teenage boy or anything, but doesn't that sound a bit dirty?" A boyish smile full of happiness takes you by surprise; you make sure to take a mental snapshot of it in case it happened to disappear right before your eyes, "it'd be funnier if you had brought a creampie! Hah!"
     You groaned and promptly let go of his shirt to poke him in his ribs. Was this the real Bakugou Katsuki? Crude and full of passion? Or was he more like the romantic you saw earlier, with a touch of shyness? 
     "Now you're the one overthinking. Look, you'll miss my pie-eating face," Bakugou held the fork up with an impossibly large bite that made you doubtful as to whether he could actually eat it, "see? Of course, I'll try whatever you make."
     It makes sense now. Bakugou wasn't as one-sided as everyone made him out to be, he was so very complicated with so many varying aspects of him that it almost made it hard to tell. Most people just chose one side and decided to be done with it. But no, you now know that with the countless video chats, games played together, and the two dates spent in each other's company that he was much more than some angry pent-up boy with an ego. 
     He was just like everyone else, and the fact that he looked at you with those vermillion eyes made that clear. 
     Your heart soared, was it because of seeing him exclaim that your pie was so good? Or was it that the red string had finally come to a close and sealed you two off together. You couldn't possibly know. You told yourself you wouldn't use your quirk on him for a while, but you just had to know what he was feeling.
     An overwhelming rush of warmth and light washed over you, like an ocean wave crashing into you and knocking you down. But no sharp sand or water filling your lungs, just the softness of pure joy and excitement.
     "Mhm, this is so fucking good. And call me Katsuki, okay? It's better that way."
     You had to agree, it was indeed better that way.
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Rewatching “Gotham” S3E14
On this blog, we stan one kickass butler.  And how much he loves his boy
As said before, the rest of these reaction posts I’ll be uploading are not chronological order.  They’re like that because A) college and B) more college.
My sister watched it with me (as well as the other episodes left in my epic “Gotham” reaction series) so my comments will be in bold, and hers will be in regular font.  Author’s notes courtesy of me will be bolded and italicized.
AN:   I managed to record our reactions to this episode and hopefully I can transcribe what I said into this post. 
*gasps as a grenade gets thrown into the precinct*
Jesus God!
Ohhhhh my gosh!
*both freak out over the opening titles*
Molotov cocktails- bet you can’t have just one.
Meanwhile Jeremiah’s like “Eh.  Bazooka.”  *chuckles*
You are walking straight into a trap, Oswald.
*Ed walks in*  I bet you’re wondering why I’ve brought you all here today...
Oswald has like freaking umbrella cufflinks, did you notice that?
*chuckles*
“Oh, you [Ed] escaped.”  Nooo....
*jaw drops as Ed shoots Oswald’s men*
*shook*
“Just wondering if I [Ed] was gonna have to reload.”  Jesus God.
“...what’s happening...”  ‘What’s happening?’  He’s been playing you for a sap!
...Like the cheap kazoo you are.
*starts pretending to play “Amazing Grace” on the kazoo*
*claps hands for each word*  JUSTICE FOR ISABELLA, I swear!
*claps hands*  Yes!
“Isabella was my everything, and you [Oswald] took her from me.”  [Ed] YOU MET HER [Isabella] LIKE A DAY AGO!
*laughs*  You met her in like a span of a day!
*claps hands*  She still deserves better!
I know!  I still think she’s a useless character though.
I don’t care!  She deserved better!
“You [Oswald] still have your life.  But that ends tonight!”  *starts singing “Tonight” from ���West Side Story” without trying to giggle*
*chuckles*  You weren’t kidding about the random songs.
Seriously, I do it all the time!
Court of Owls!
The only thing I will never find plausible about the Court of Owls is this idea of “Oh, they’ve been ruling over Gotham from the shadows this whole time,” bullshit.
*both do rising spooky hands*
OK though, I don’t know her name, they don’t give her a name, but she’s like the best.  You see her in previous episodes, she’s like the secretary.  Girl, you rule!
 *puts hands together*  Well, I’m gonna give her a name.  Because in the 66 series, Gordon’s secretary is named Bonnie.
Bonnie!  Ooh, I like that name.
You never actually see Bonnie, you just hear her on the intercom.
“Meanwhile, Cobblepot’s MIA.  You call down to City Hall, and literally no one’s in charge.  Although that might actually be good news.”  *both laugh*
*giggles*  They capitalized “dumpster” on the [close captioning on Netflix]
*waves hands in air in imaginary rainbow*  DUMPster!
“He’s [Jerome] not one to miss out on the fun, so what does he want?”  “A puppy?!?”  *laughs*
“[Oswald] You saw a man that I [Ed] met in Indian Hill that does killer impersonations [Clayface].”  *both end up nodding in agreement*
That’s one way to put it.
I mean, yeah...
“GHOSTS AREN’T REAL!”  Pfft!
“But my father’s remains... you stole them from his grave?”  WHAT NAH WHAT?!?
When did that happen?
I don’t know....
“I [Ed] gently placed his [Elijahs’] remains inside a dumpster behind a Chinese restaurant.”  Oh that’s just mean!
That’s awfuuulll!
That’s meeeaannn!
“You were angry.  I [Oswald] understand.  I even forgive you.”  I love how Ed’s like “Son of a bitch...” and he adjusts his glasses before he turns back.
“So you [Oswald] admit you killed Isabella?”  “Fine.  Is that what you want?”  “Yes.”  *groans in frustration*
“You [Ed] should thank me [Oswald] because we both know what would have happened if I hadn’t!”  *bug eyes in alarm*
WHAAAATTT?!?
“I [Ed] could have lived a life with the woman I loved!”  *both clap hands and aggressively point fingers at screen in agreement*
See see see see?!?  Yes!  God!  Thank you!
“No, Ed.  You would have killed her!”  *leans back*  NOOOOOOOOO!!!
“Just like you did the other one!”  NOOOOOO!!!
Justice for Kristen Kringle too because I’m still pissed about that.
Yeah, I know, I know!  Yeah, I hated what happened to her.
“I did it for love.”  “What?!?”  What?
“I did it because I love you.”  *laughs in frustration*
“Love is about sacrifice!  It’s about putting someone else’s needs before your own!”  *splays hand towards screen in agreement*
“'Cause the truth is, Oswald, you would sacrifice anyone to save your own neck.”  *silently nods in agreement*
“Even me.”  Uh Ed, you’d do it too.  *laughs*
I was gonna say, how does the guy who literally strangled his last girlfriend to death know more about love than [Oswald]?!?
“Now, if you'll look above us, you will see a cauldron of highly corrosive acid, which is currently being held in place by this chain.  When the ice melts, the chain comes loose, the vat of acid tips... you get the idea.”  This is such a Batman 66 trap.
I was gonna say Professor Ratigan but that works too.
*in unison*  Snap!  Boom!  Twang!  Thunk!  Splat!
I mean, if you look really closely at the 66 Riddler, dude was like freaking Jigsaw.
He wasn’t in a wheelchair though.
*in best Jigsaw voice*  Hello, Oswald.
Suck a dick, Oswald,  Though not his dick- you might get mange.
*buries face in elbow*  OH MY GODDDDDD!!
I’m surprised too.
OH MY GOODDDDDDD!!
“I mentioned that you [Jim] killed my husband on our wedding night,and he [Jerome] thought that was hilarious, so that’s something the two of you can bond over when you find him.”  Lee’s just amazing.
LEEEEEEE!!!
Lee deserves better.
Though later, Lee’s like “Mmm, I’m still like extremely angry about this.  Tetch Virus!”  and I’m like “WHY?!?!?!?”
Tetch Virus AKA Dumb Plot Device.
Dull!
“I’ll’’ [Alfred] nip downstairs and see if there’s any life left in that old generator.”  Does he have like no other- did the Waynes have any other staff besides Alfred?
I don’t know...
I’ve always wondered that.
I don’t know.  They never really bring it up.
“Alfred....”  Don’t do it!
*both freak out when Alfred gets jumped by cult followers*
Ohhhh shit!
*Jerome walks in, pretending to be a ghost*  Pfffttt...
Seriously like, where did he get that outfit?
It’s a straitjacket!  He nicked it out of Arkham, I’m sure.
Or it’s like “Oh I’m sorry, gotta find my old friend Bruce.  Oh SYKE!  Outfit change!”
He’s extra enough to do that.
The Valeska twins are just extra to the core.  They’re from the circus, they’re judgy.
*chuckles*  It comes with the territory.
“Teenagers, am I [Jerome] right?”  You are one!
If I recall, he’s like a couple years older than Bruce.
*shakes head*
I would say he’s about [my sister’s] age.
Ohhh OK.
*The owl statue doesn’t break when Jerome drops it*  It stuck!
*groans in frustration when Jerome ends up breaking the owl statue*
“Right.  Sorry.  The old noodle’s still a little al dente post-thaw.”  *laughs*  Al dente?  Is that a pasta?
Don’t know....  I mean, I imagine, waking up from the dead, your brain would feel a little bit like spaghetti.
AN:  Yeah, al dente describes pasta or rice that’s supposed to firm when you eat it. 
“It’s been nagging at me since I [Jerome] woke up.  The idea of slitting that pretty, pink throat of yours...”  Don’t ever refer to Bruce as pretty pink anything.
*imitates the way Jerome twirls his knife in the air before pointing it at Bruce*
“And you’re [Jerome] just going to kill me here?  That’s kinda disappointing.”  You have got balls of steel, Bruce.
*mouths along with Jerome as he says “Flair?  Hmmm?  Style?  Panache?!?”*
He’s like Alex from “A Clockwork Orange”
“I’m Bruce Wayne.”  “I’m aware.”  *both wheeze in laughter*
“My [Bruce’s] company is the machine that keeps the cogs of Gotham running.”  OH MY GOD, you badass!
“You’re saying I [Jerome] need an audience?”  Took you long enough to get it!
*tries not to laugh when Jerome suddenly dips into a British accent in front of Alfred*
“I [Bruce] will see you [Alfred] again.”  *pats chest*  God, I love their relationship in this shoooow!
That was like straight out of “Arkham Origins,” I swear...
I know....
*Oswald still tries to get out of Ed’s trap*  Couldn’t you just like slide up though?  Just shimmy up?
He can’t go far...
“I happen to be the mayor of Gotham...”  *ends up cracking up at the delivery of that line*
“What did you do?”  *scoffs in hilarity*
*Oswald gets out of the trap just in time*  SHIIIT!!
OH IT ATE STRAIGHT THROUGH THE CAR.
*Jerome’s followers trash the manor in front of Alfred*  Damn!
“And how ‘bout you, Mr. Machete?  Come on in, sunshine. Don’t be shy. Your mother wasn’t. Chop-chop.”  *BOTH JAWS DROP IN SHOCK*
*ends up wheezing*
DAAAAAMMMNNNN!!
GOOOO ALFRED!!!
YEESSSSSS!!!
WHERE THE HELL DID YOU [Jim] COME FROM?!?
He snuck in!  That’s why Alfred was saying all that stuff.  He was letting Jim know where everybody was.
Ohhhhhhh.... OK.
*on verge of losing voice*  HE [Alfred] JUST STABBED HIM [the follower] WITH A MACHETE!
HOLY SHIT!
*reels back*  OH ALFRED, YOU BADASS!
Holy shit!
OH MY GOD!
That was awesome!
Oh my God!
*Bruce arrives at the cult circus*  Amusement Mile... I swear this is Amusement Mile..
I think so.  It’s one of the few permanent landmarks Gotham has across incarnations.
*ends up wincing at half of the games the cult plays*
This is like a mix between “The Purge” and “Hell Fest”
Oh God.
That’s literally what this is.
“What do you say, Bruce?  Wanna have some fun before the main event?”  That’s a cool shot [of Jerome].
Hooo hooo...
*dives across room to put on hat for rest of episode*
Alfred’s like “I don’t care, I’m not police, I’m goin’ in!”
Oh my God...
Yess!  Like the badass you are, Alfred!
*winces when Jerome stabs a follower beside him*
*both groan in horror when Jerome uses the blood to paint a frown on Bruce’s face*
*freezes when Tabitha snags her whip around Oswald’s neck*
Oh shit!
“Now, where’s Nygma?”  “I [Oswald] don’t know.”  If he’d knew, he’d murder his ass.
“[Butch] Stop pretending that you are anything but muscle!  Yes, you used to be someone in Gotham, but those days are in the past!”  You stop pretending that you have any pull in this situation, Oswald.  You’re the one who has a whip around your neck!
“Remember when I [Tabitha] put a knife in your mom’s back?”  Oh yeah, she’s the one that killed the mom.  And it SUCKED!
“You [Oswald] never did anything about it.”  *cups hands with mouth*  S4 finale!
*proceeds to smack laptop with hat*
*bug eyes when Butch knocks out Oswald*
“You [Butch] realize you have to carry him now.”  *both chuckle*
C’mon, he weighs like 120 pounds tops.
Soaking wet.
“A few dozen brainwashed maniacs can’t keep the city hostage forever.”  “Well, duh...”  Pffttt...
“The point is that all these people out here, looting, robbing, killing, they're the people who wash your car, who pour your coffee, who take out your trash.  And what happened the moment the lights went out?  They showed their true faces.  They showed how quickly they want to open up your rich boy veins and bathe in your blue blood.”  *very softly*  Oooh, that’s a good line.
“There are good people in Gotham.”  This is the Killing Joke.  ‘All it takes is one bad day.’
“Face it, kid:  Gotham has no heroes.”  Yeah, but the people who crawl under their beds and lock their doors are the ones that are biding their time.
*Bruce pushes Jerome so that he messes up his shot*  Ooohhh!
“Foul!  He pushed me!  Did you see that?!?”  Genesis of Batman and Joker’s relationship:  a shove!
*softly*  Jesus Christ....
*The “punk” ends up being dropped anyway*  Oh my God...
*both yell in disgust when Jerome has to re-staple part of his face*
“Did that hurt?”  *z-snaps in shock*
*Jerome puts a staple in Bruce’s arm*  Did he [Bruce] just No-Sell-
Ohhh!  Ohhh!  YES!  YES HE DID!  Yes he did!
*both yell when Jerome does it again*
Aaahhh!  Aahh, that was on the wrist too!
“Stop!”  He took two!  He took two of those!
Over the wrist too!  God, that’s a major vein!
Did you see Jerome there?!?  He’s like “Well, wait a minute...”
*imitates the dramatic way Jerome puts his hat back on*
“Where the hell is our back up?”  Still two minutes out.”  Alfred is your back up!
*chuckles*  All you need is Alfred!
“All right, so we [Jim, Harvey, and Alfred] go in, find Bruce, get him to safety, then we go after Jerome.  Ready?”  “Not really.”  *chuckles*
*Jerome comes out in his ringmaster costume* AAAAHHHH THE SUIT!!
Oh, that’s so cool.
YESS!!
*Jerome slaps his butt*  Did he-
Yes he did.
“The show is about toooo...begin!”  He [Jerome] was doing a Mark Hamill voice there for a second!
I know!  He does the Mark Hamill laugh sometimes.
Ohhh that’s badass!
Yeah.
*both try to laugh at the stock crowd gasp when Jerome shoots a rowdy audience member*
Y’know what, he [Jerome] would be the guy that would carry around canned sound effects like that.
“So, how to thank the best darn cult of fanatics a messiah like myself [Jerome] could ask for?”  *chuckles*  Oh my God...
“I give you-”  *does small verbal keyboard smash when the ta-da fanfare stock sound goes off*
“QUEUE!”  *laughs*
*Bruce gets carted out*  Oh my God.
*mouths along with Jerome saying “Or better yet.... a boom?,” dramatic hand gesture included*
*The cannon gets rolled out*  They’re gonna shoot his ass out of a cannon?!?
*laughs*  Yeah, like Jerome’s gonna fly out of a cannon!
NO, Y’KNOW WHAT?!?  I would pay good money to see that though!
*legitimately trying not to cry laughing*  I can just see Cameron Monaghan going *makes flying sound effect*
No, like they’re gonna bada bing bada boom [shoot Bruce with the cannon]
Oh OK.
*laughs*
OK, y’know what, I would have bought it either way!
*keels over laughing*  I’m just imagining Cameron Monaghan.... WHHHEEEEEUUUU!!!
AN:  Please God someone draw this, I’m begging you.
“NAILED IT” AS HE [Jerome] POURS IN NAILS!
*both yell in horror at Jerome pouring various kitchen knifes into the cannon*
“Whatever you do, please, definitely try this at home.  Preferably on a family member.”  *wheezes*
“WHOOO!  DOGGIE!”  Somebody saw “Dr. Strangelove.”
Cameron’s like “Yes, I’m getting PAID!”
“Ready, partner?”  *hits desk with hat*
*Alfred starts beating up cult members*  Go Alfred!
Go Alfred!
*mutters*  You magnificent boss, you...
*both laugh when Jerome’s hat gets shot off*
*Jerome sets off the cannon fuse*  Oooooooooohhhhhhh!!
*yells*
*Bruce starts to pick the handcuffs off*  C’mon, Bruuuuuuucceee.... c’mon, Bruuuuucccceee...
C’mon, last handcuff.  You got this.
*Bruce loses one of the staples*  Oooohhhhhhh!!!
Knock the thing [the stand that Bruce is on] over!  Knock the thing over!  Knock it over so at least you’re out of range!
Well he has one more [staple] though in his wrist.  Or does he?  Yeah, he has one more!
*in unison*  C’mon, c’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon!
*jaws drop when Jim and Alfred discover the remnants of the staff that Bruce barely escaped from*
HOLY CRAP!
He broke it?!?
I guess...
Oh no, we gotta back to this [Ed and Oswald drama]!  *hits leg with hat*  Nooooo!!
“I [Oswald] I underestimated you, Barbara.”  *sarcastically*  NAAAHHH, really?!?
I hate that dress [the striped one Barbara wears].  I hate that dress so much.
Holy crap,  ooooohhhh... that’s from Tabitha’s whip [the mark on Oswald’s neck]!
Ooooohhhh... euugghhh...
“So I [Oswald] help you [Barbara] find Ed... things go better for me... I don’t know, you kill me?  That about it?”  That’s just about the sound of it.
“Yeah.”  Yeah.
*Bruce runs into the Mirror Maze*  Oohhhhhhhhh...
Oooohhhhh here we go.
“Bruce, darling.”  *points excitedly at screen*
This is the scene!
This is the one “Dark Knight Returns” homage I will ever accept.
*Jerome in front of the mirrors*  OH MY GOOOOSSSHHH!  Look at that!
That’s awesome.
That is amazing!
That is the coolest damn thing.
Ooooooooooooohhhhh!!
*Bruce comes into the frame*  Whooooo hoo hooo hooooo!!
*shocked*  Oh shit!
“You’re [Jerome] going to pay for what you’ve done.”  *snaps fingers excitedly*
Daaamn, son!
“What’s going on?  [Oswald] You have a weird look on your face.   Like, weirder than normal.”  *scoffs in hilarity*
“Oswald, you loved him, and he [Ed] betrayed you.”  Kill him!  Kill the love you feel!  Prove that death is stronger than love!  And you can have your own life again!
Yes, I quoted “Once on This Island,“ what of it?
“But I killed Isabella... because I wouldn’t share him.”  Yeah, no shit, eh?
“Ed said love is sacrifice.”  *buries face in hat*
“I shoudl have been able to sacrifice my happiness for his.”  It took you this long?!?
*both shook when Ed walks in*
[Oswald] You are so dead now...
“You’re [Ed and Barbara] in this together.”  Yeah, no shit, eh?
“I [Ed] wanted you [Oswald] to die knowing that you were incapable of loving another person.”  “But I can.  I just proved that, right?!?”  No, you didn’t.
You notice that Bruce is like right beside him [Jerome]!
Yep.
“Let’s do this mano y mano.... my little conquistador [Bruce].”  Ahhhhh, don’t call him that.
*gasps when Bruce tackles Jerome from behind*
Shit!
“What kind of hero tackles someone from behind?!?”  *chuckles in shock*
*gasps when Bruce beats Jerome to the ground and starts the beatdown*
Keep going!
*Bruce picks up a piece of glass to stab Jerome with*  Oh shit!
*both too much in the moment to say anything when Bruce decides not to kill Jerome*
*out of breath*  Go Alfred...
C’mon, Alfred!
*both raise our hands and cheer when Bruce runs to hug Alfred*
*Jerome stumbles out toward Bruce and Alfred*  OoOOhhhhh!!  Ohhhh boy...
Take his ass out!  He’s not gonna last much longer!
*yells in shock when Jim runs up and punches Jerome*
*both yell and reel back in horror/disgust when Jerome’s face gets punched off*
*trying not to laugh*  His face is back off!
His face...
*in unison, with fancy hand gesture*  Off!
*giggles*  Had to lighten the mood somehow.
HE [Jim] JUST PUNCHED A DUDE’S FACE OFF!
*laughs*  How often can you literally say that?
I KNOW!
“[Harvey] You wish I [Jim] would’ve shot him [Jerome]?”  “Eh, he’d probably just come back from the dead again.”  “Probably.”  *both stifle a laugh*
“At least you [Jim] get to say you punched a man’s face off.”  Exactly!
EEeeyyyyyyyy!
*grumbles and hits desk with hat*  But Jeremiah dies in the next season.
Jeremiah?
*keels over*  SON OF A-
*evil laugh*
There’s twins!  Shut up!
“Well, got to say the clown makeup was way more terrifying than the damage underneath, Master Bruce.”  Pfft.
“Did I [Alfred] ever tell you that I don’t like clowns?”  *bug eyes in horror*
*whispers*  You’re not gonna like Jeremiah then.
He’s less clownish than [Jerome]
True.
I love this orange lighting
“Shall I [Alfred] tell you [Bruce] what I thought?  I thought how proud I was of you.”  *puts hands to chest*
“Of the man you’ve become.”  *smiles*
“I almost killed him, Alfred.”  But you didn’t.
“But if you [Bruce] keep going, you’re gonna need rules.”  Vengeance blackens the soul, Master Bruce.  You walk the edge of that abyss every night, but you haven’t fallen over, and I thank heaven for that.
*softly*  This is that scene!
“I will not kill.”  *both raise our hands in anticipation*
SAY IT!
“Say it again.”  Say it, c’mon...
C’mon!
“I will not kill.”  *both clap hands toward screen*
YAAAASSSSS!!
My sweet badass bab!
*in dramatic Batman voice*  Sad Boy... is now... Vengeful Boy!
*laughs*
*about falls out of chair reeling back*  OH SNAP THE CLONE!
*bug eyes*
*throws hat at screen*
“I [Five] still don’t understand how I can help save Gotham.”  His voice is different!
Yeah.
That’s the doppleganger theme!
Oh shit, son!
OOOOO-OOOOHHHH!!
*Someone knocks on Jim’s door.”  Have a drink first.  No wait, you’re gonna need that.
*softly*  God damn, this freaking pier...
“Ed...I love you.”  *both so done*
“I... don’t... love you.”  *snaps fingers in agreement*
“You need me, Edward Nygma!”  No he doesn’t!
“When I [Oswald] met you [Ed], you were a nervous, jittery, loser!”  :[
“I created Edward Nygma!”  You’re full of shit
AN:  Oswald kinda has a point though.  Just sayin’...
You see him [Oswald] spitting up foam?!?
“You can’t do this...”  Yes he damn well can.
“Ed, are you listening to me?”  “...I’m listening...“  NO!  Don’t listen to him!
*both raise our eyebrows in shock when Ed shoots Oswald*
*laughs*  AND WE NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN!
Push him in!  Push him in!
*Ed pushes Oswald into the river*  YEEEEEEESSSS...
*sings*  IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME GOOOO-OOOO-OOOOO!!
*slow jams to Penguin’s theme playing as Oswald sinks to the bottom*
Go to hell, Oswald.  I know he lives but let me have this.
*jams the crap out to the ending theme*
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Another bout of Solangelo headcannons
because again I am a dork and I got inspired
: If Will and Nico ever cosplayed Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask, Nico would be wearing a black Italian suit and would throw black roses instead of the classic red ones and Will would probably be swooning over how good his Italian Death Prince looks in a suit Especially in an Italian suit.
: Jason, Piper, Annabeth, Hazel, Frank, Percy, and Reyna are all in a secret order of sorts who's soul mission is to bring Nico and Will together. Mission Solangelo. With Jason, Annabeth, and Piper being the brains of the outfit while Reyna helps execute plans, and the rest of the boys are the agents. They meet on a bi-weekly basis (when the world isn't ending or in danger) to come up with new plans and share reports on current progress. You cannot deny that this didn't happen at least once.
:(inspired by another headcanon) before they actually get together, Piper suggests that Nico tries doing certain things to get a reaction out of Will. So Piper proceeds to put Nico's silky raven hair in a loose ponytail. So while Nicois in the training arena, Will just happens to stroll by and sees Nico   lookin' F I N E with his hair in a ponytail and instantly turns a rosy shade of red. He doesn't notice that Nico saw him and proceeds to purposefully take out the ponytail and runs his fingers through his hair to mess it up on purpose. At this point Will has melted and is asking how fate could be so cruel. Piper and Annabeth are standing by in stealth mode and high-five each other, for Phase one of mission Solangelo has been completed.
:(this one is inspired by another solangelo headcannon I saw) One day, Piper decides to charmspeak her way into Nico letting her put eyeliner on him. Nico has no idea what happened until he meets Will later on that day and Will is just completely gobsmacked because Nico's eyes look so much more intense with the liner. He could honestly stare at those deep pools of warm melted chocolate all day.This resulted in a lot of equally intense kisses from Will, which Nico was definitely not complaining about. It wasn't until later that night when Nico discovers the eyeliner in the mirror. At first he was outraged at Piper for tricking him, but then put two and two together and realized that the eyeliner was why Will was barely able to control himself earlier. "you win this round, Piper."
: Will is secretly a closet Game of thrones fan (as in he watches the show and reads the books) and sometimes calls Nico "My Sun and Stars" but he sais it in perfect Dothraki so Nico has noidea what it means. He then asks one of the other Apollo kids what it means. When he finds out, another Apollo kid teaches Nico how to say "Moon of My Life" to surpise Will. (Chalk up another win for The Italian Prince of Death In the grand romantic gesture department) and when he casually sais it out of the blue, Will is shocked, surprised, and really proud of him. Which results in Will immediately returning the favor by presenting him with a crown of blue winter roses (roses specially grown by the Demeter cabin. Will is a regular customer as it were) and crowns him the Ghostly King of Love and Beauty in front of all their friends. Piper, Annabeth, Reyna, and Hazel proceed to take pictures to add to their own secret Solangelo scrap books (bless them, they just want their boy, Nico to be happy) the scrap books are filled to the brim with moments from Will and Nico's time together (which they witnessed while Incognito) And trust me, those bad boys do get whipped out at the wedding.
Speaking of weddings............................................................
:Of course Hazel, Piper, Annabeth, and Reyna all team up to plan the wedding, but what's surprising is that Apollo and Hades also team up to help. Together they shall plan the most kickass demigod wedding in 4,000 years! Apollo convinces Dionysus (he is also the god of theatre and parties in general) to let them get married on Olympus while all the other gods proceed to make sure Hera is far, far, FAR away from the whole thing to make sure everything goes off without a hitch. The girls (plus Jason) are part of Nico's bachelor party while the guys (Percy, Leo, and Frank, as well as the entire Apollo cabin) handle Will's.Clarisse even joins in on the fun! Piper makes the decision that Nico should definitely wear an Italian suit (to which everyone agrees) Hades scours the whole of Italy himself to find only the best suit for his boy. Then, he suddenly remembers Bianca. He then proceeds to ask Haephestus to make a small silver bow and arrow pin to put on the lapel in her honor. Apollo insists that Will wears a suit of pure gold. Speaking of gold...... Hades and Apollo ask Haephestus to make gold and silver roses for the bouquets. As for best man, of course Jason is the most obvious. I mean he was the original Solangelo shipper in the first place. as for Maid of Honor, Will and Nico say screw the rules and pick Reyna, Annabeth, Piper, and Hazel! They all equally deserved it so why not have them be all Maids of Honor? When everyone is eating cake and having a good time, Percy and Annabeth are looking at Nico and Will and how happy they are together. And without looking at each other, Annabeth says "That's love, bitch!" as Percy proceeds to high-five her. Then the grand moment comes when Reyna, Piper, Annabeth, and Hazel whip out their scrap books filled with pictures and copies of love letters and notes Will and Nico left for each other, much to the embarrassment of both of them. When it's time to throw the bouquets, Annabeth catches the silver one, and Percy catches the gold. The crowd cheers bloody murder, because they all know what that means! In the end, Percy is kinda glad that he isn't Nico's type. (but that still doesn't mean he's not salty as the dead sea about it.
I think I might have to do a complete story on the wedding if this keeps up
enjoy the fanfiction fuel!
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All de berries ask >;3c
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SA: I am still troubled by this insistence it is just a leaf. It is a shamrock.
SA: In other words. a clover.
ID: 🍃
SA: don't encourage them. it's a shamrock.
SA: 🍀
SA: here, for the fight.
SA: now you will be lucky.
ID: i don't need luck, but thanks for the support. =:)
SA: if you could use your psionics you could eviscrate your opponent and none would stand in your way.
SA: If only.
SA: oh, wait, this was a nonlethal fight.
SA: Nevermind.
ID: uhhh i better be able to use my psi.
ID: for non-lethal uses of course.
ID: does this fight come with a rulebook. =>:I
SA: i thought it was exclusively a melee weapons fight? you know. to be.... accurate.
ID: my psi can be melee weapons!
ID: psi are accurate to the times. =>:I
SA: are they...
SA: is that what the lady in the lake was.
SA: maybe she could do what you do.
SA: throwing out glowing psionic swords.
ID: i have no idea what you're talking about, but yes.
SA: that was very cool, by the way.
SA: I enjoyed that.
SA: I am sorry I had to leave to sleep.
ID: good! did you have to sleep because you used your psi?
ID: i noticed you were getting. sloppy and rubbing your neck at the end. =:/ you gonna be alright?
SA: i am alright. It has just become harder as of late.
SA: i am on my last set of medicine.
SA: I do not know what will happen after this.
ID: =://///
SA: but my inhibitor is now trying to regulate my telekinesis by more physical means instead of chemical, as it is drained of thechemical used to nullify it.
ID: what's the chemical? maybe i can find a way to. hook you up.
SA: It's alright, Hadean. I already searched the black market for it.
SA: it has to be smuggled from the colonies and they've cracked down on the runners lately.
SA: but if you must know, this is the list.
SA has sent InhibitorRounds.txt
ID: i mean it's not alriiight.
ID: do like. the usual psi null shit work? you know, like. the stuff they use on psis they catch and stuff.
SA: No, that is too strong. It would also turn off my clairvoyance.
SA: perhaps if it could be diluted.
SA: but I do not know how that would be done.
ID: i mean. if it's having no psi or being dead. which is better?
ID: i'll see what i can find out for you though.
SA: I don't think I will die. But it would be lonelier without my clairvoyance.
SA: it would be like living in a world that is completely silent.
SA: but thank you, friend.
SA: I will remember this.
ID: well i'll do what i can. =:I
SA: how was pizza?
ID: good! now i'm gonna get makeup done so i can look glam while kicking ass. =:D
SA: make sure it's waterproof so you don't sweat and become one with the clowns during the fight.
SA: will you change or is the hooker outfit for the entirety of the fairs part of your contract
ID: sip is doing it and she fights all the time, i'm sure she knows what she's doing.
ID: and no! definitely back to normal clothes. t-shirt and jeans are what i'm used to fighting in.
SA: oh, I didn't know Sipara wore makeup in her fights. Then again I have marginal knowledge of her fights.
SA: t shirt and jeans...
SA: I would almost prefer the hooker outfit 😮
ID: rude!
ID: i'm sorry i have no fashion sense. =>:I i tried shopping with gliese for clothes but everything is all. old-timey. or garish!
SA: oh, no I didn't mean it like that.
SA: rather that I would be uncomfortable fighting in that.
SA: but if it's what you're used to then it's no problem
ID: oh. well. yeah, i'm used to it. since that's my wardrobe like. every night.
ID: what do you fight in then?
SA: my uniform. 😮
SA: I don't have any photos of it.
ID: do you still wear it? =:?
SA: yes, on jobs that I anticipate will be dangerous
SA: do you only have one set of clothes?
ID: i mean i have three sets of practically the same outfit.
SA: oh.
SA: would you like to go shopping with me?
ID: i mean. sure bud! you seem to have more idea of what to wear than i do.
SA: do you like suits?
ID: i've never. worn a suit.
SA: then I have no idea if I have any idea of what to wear better than you do all I wear is suits and baggy shirts
SA: people often tell me I am too thin otherwise.
SA: we can go ugly shopping then. And pretend we know.
ID: well i doubt a troll can gain much weight on sushi and coffee.
SA: most of my diet is desserts and fruit unless I'm eating out
SA: I don't know how you don't gain weight. Three pizzas, Hadean
ID: just eat out all the time! you have the money for it. or hire a cook to cook for you.
SA: that's as many as twenty slices. And that's a lot
ID: my psi burns it all up. why do you think i'm poor?
SA: oh, it isn't internally generated energy?
SA: it relies on a metabolic process?
ID: it doesn't rely on it, but it messes up the process or something?
ID: i don't know. it's just something i deal with and don't think too much about. i'm no scientist.
SA: I see.
SA: i am sorry.
AA: wassup, did someone mention S C I E N C E? >:}
SA: also, I do not think my roommate would like a cook. And they may rob me. And I will fight them.
ID: no.
SA: hello, AA
AA: arne you surne it's yrn psi, and not just you hiding food in yrn horns forn latern??
AA: suuup, prnisma.
ID: and don't be sorry pris, i mean it's fine.
ID: do my horns look like they can store three pizzas. stop being jelly of my horns.
AA: they totes do. rnight, prni??
SA: I think they are cute horns.
SA: but I want to touch the orb.
SA: and remove it
ID: it is not removeable.
SA: were you hatched with it?
ID: and it'll shock you.
ID: no. it, uh. grew in. Like I had a lumpy ugly horn.
SA: Sipara, I think it would take very condensed pizzas to manage that
ID: and then the lump broke off.
ID: and now i have a much cooler horn.
AA: but what if we comprnessed em way thin??
AA: like. rnoadkill thin.
SA: they would have to be ribbon pizzas to wrap properly on the outside, but I am unsure about the inside.
SA: oh
SA: I still wish to touch it
SA: I wonder what would happen if someone places a psionics field around it
ID: no experimenting on my horn, i was about to say you could touch it but now i'm rethinking things.
ID: also stop talking about me having pizza-stuffed horns. rude.
ID: ps sip are you gonna make me pretty yet.
ID: i don't think i'll be hard since i'm already gorgeous. =:P or at least have some flawless skin.
SA: I wouldn't try to do anything to it, just touch it.
SA: make him prettier, Sipara
SA: his ego craves this 🙃
ID: you can touch it. just be aware it'll feel weird.
AA: y, y, y, just finished up lal, so I'll give him the boot and you can get yrn ass in Phern's van. >:} AA: gonna make you soprnetty that evernyone's phones crnack frnom fucking envy. AA: orn frnom yrn lameass clown tatts. >:P
ID: fuck off they aren't clown tats. =>:P
AA: prni. prniiiiiii. AA: arne you coming orn n?? ain't got any yellow shit, but can totally deck you up in marnoon. phern's got so much marnoon. AA: orn jade. you feeling gothy today? >:}
AA: stfu, they totes arne.
ID: c'mon pri, wear my colors since you're gonan cheer for me. =:P
ID: they are not! they are ancient designs i found in an old scroll that looked kickass.
AA: yyyy. become an honornarny rnustbucket. join the parnty. >:P
AA: and. AA: in an old scrnoll? srnsly? oooh my god.
AA: you A RN E a nernd.
SA: I will wear Hadean's colors. That is fine.
ID: uh you're the one who cuts trolls open to look at their psi organs. so you can't judge you super-nerd.
SA: please do not cut us open
SA: how does jade relate to "gothy "?
ID: ...are you asking because you wear jade pris.
AA: bc jades arne drninkerns and can go out in the sun, and, like, fondle zombies, and shit.
SA: no.
SA: oh, like Perdia wants.
SA: yes, alright.
SA: I wear almost exclusively black and lime
SA: it tells people to mind themselves
AA: no cutting open unless you ask. >:} dnw, we'rne all bosom buddies herne, yeah??
AA: lmao, wow. lime?
ID: if i go down in the fight pris don't let her get to my body. =:I
AA: >:{!!!
AP: I can't actually go in the sun, thank you.
AA: rnude!!
ID: ruder to want to cut my poor body to pieces. and what? laaame ap.
AA: yeah, see, that's what jades say. kinda like hads saying he won't gimme his bod.
AP: I'm pretty sure there's a reason people generally don't like having their body swapped.
AA: and yeah, yeah, you can be like B'L U H B'L U H, hads, but what I'm hearning is yrn totes selfish.
AA: mb I don't W A N T yrn bod forn science. so therne
SS: (Maybe your bod ain't cut out for sciencing? (\unu/) )
AP: ....
AP: That was really good
AA: >:D
AP: Nice
AA: neway, y, you two get yrn glutes overn herne and i'll make you HELLA prnetty.
ID: you wound me bonnie. omw sips. you can sigh in envy about my perfectly even skin.
ID: other than, y'know. the tattooed parts.
AA: dude, if I wanted to sigh in envy, I'd look in a mirnrnorn. >:}
ID: i mean you could if you wanted to break the mirror. =:P
SA: where are we going?
AA: phern's carnt. but also like wait n back this shit up. AA: can I also touch yrn weirnd horn tumourn??
AA: orn is that prnops of prni only? >:}
ID: i suppose. the cart can turn in to a hadean petting zoo.
ID: feed me some damn pellets while you pet me.
AA: yesss. and n, fuck off.
AA: gotta do a trnick forn pellets.
ID: my horn is the trick. =>:I
AA: like, say hello in nerndfesterntongues.
AA: yrn horn is a weirnd abomination I wanna poke. that's not a trnick!!
AA: unless you grnow anothern. in which case: yes, a+ trnick, you should grnow like.
AA: E I G H T.
ID: fuck no one is enough staring as is. =:I
AA: but, dude, think abt it.
AA: you could thrnow them at ppl.
ID: i can throw psi at people already. =:I
SA: yes. It is very impressive.
SA: sorry, I was resting again.
AA: horns arne bettern than psi. forn starterns, they'rne heaviern. >:P
SA: I will come to the cart when you all do. I wish to see Hadean pretty.
AA: .. duuude, lmao. you sick, brnah?
AA: orn just like. tirned? >:?
SA: I always sick semantically speaking
ID: oh! sip!
AA: L M A Ö. >:}
ID: pris needs a null.
ID: but not a full-null.
ID: is there like. half-nulls.
SA: quarter even
AA: haha, what.
ID: sure quarter.
AA: .. let's switch chats, loserns. >:}
AA: wtf you need a null forn?
ID: pris' psionics need flattening.
ID: he used expensive fancy drugs but can't get them anymore.
ID: =:I
SA: my inhibitor restricts my telekinesis to prevent me from causing inordinate harm.
SA: using them dry results in the inhibitor causing me physical pain to incline me to stop.
SA: like having an nerve pinched.
AA: hads. haaads. AA: yrn lucky I like yrn dumb ass, bc, like, if I didn't? you popping up like Y, NULL MY DUDE would be totes fucking weirnd. js.
AA: .. what, and you can't just, like, not use 'em?
ID: some psis have a mind of their own sip.
SA: I do not know if it will spread to my clairvoyance as well the longer it goes
SA: also: I enjoy using my telekinesis to clean.
SA: it allows me to defend myself within reasonable margins but as long as the inhibitor thinks they cannot be regulated then it will keep hurting me
AA: lmao. 'kay. ppl gotta sparnk, i guess. >:} phern won't stop using his shit neithern, but eyy. AA: that's fixable. AA: gimme yrn inhib deets.
AA: it internal orn, like, ext??
ID: it's a big giant thing on his back.
SA: it's a model built specifically for my program. The chemicals are inserted via rods or injectors.
SA has sent InhibitorRounds.txt
SA: these were the chemicals I had been administering
ID: yeah that so can you fix it?
AA: mb, mb. could make something to, like, sornt of synthesize some of that shit? like row h's a naturnal byprnoduct of the saturnine undernpernfornmern rnoadrnoach. AA: but lmao, row a is some srns wadern shit.
ID: ...i have no idea what any of that shit you typed means. =:I
AA: mb if I rneplaced it with.. hmmm. AA: idk, I can trny. >:} but idk how well it'll wornk. orn, uh. side effects. AA: you allerngic to anything?
AA: bc if you dunno, we'rne gonna F I N D Ö U T.
AA: ... and dnw, hads, that was just all S C I E N C E. also, like, tl;dr: bug juices.
ID: oh okay. =:/
AA: do you want me to brneak it down forn you?
AA: .. bc like if you want to get in on the nernderny, i'm all abt that schoolfeed shit. >:}
ID: uh.
ID: no.
ID: i mean. why would i want to?
ID: my psi are cool.
AA: idk, dude, yrn the one making =:/ faces.
AA: and still won't tell me wtf yrn psi is. >:P
SA: I don't believe I would have been finished if I had allergies.
SA: only the best generically were
SA: nevermind
SA: we will find out if it causes me catastrophic harm
SA: I am not particularly worried
AA: ???
ID: my psi are the coolest and that's all anyone needs to know. besides, i showed you a construct!
AA: haha, wait, shit, I forngot. yrn a clownbb, arnen't you? AA: yeah, prnobs no allerngies. idk. we'll see. >:} AA: get some juice beforne you come up, btw, prni, I'll do yrn mugs and then I'm taking chrnome.
SA: clownbb?
SA: why is Hadean a clown baby
AA: no, you, dornk.
SA: why am I a clown baby
AA: he just looks like one. >:P
AA: bc!
AA: oh my god, you don't know anything, jfc. >:{
AA: hads. go fuck off and rnead a rnecipe blog forn a min.
SA: Hadean translates for me usually. I'm sorry
AA: yyyy, ino, stfu. AA: it's nbd.
SA: what does juice have to do with chrome
ID: i am now reading blogs or whatever.
AA: gj. AA: so, like, you got nornmal folks with psi, like, idk, phern n hads. then you got clownbbs like you and phern's fuckboy and rniccin. AA: hanging arnound w highbloods and getting shit shoved in you.
AA: make sense??
SA: Pheres's fuck boy?
SA: I don't really like the term clown baby but I understand what you mean.
AA: the blue one.
SA: I would rather be a clone than. A clown baby even if it isn't accurate.
SA: kit?
AA: kit?? cottontail orn w/e. >:} AA: and loool.
AA: y, guess yrn not wearning paint, so you can't be one. >:P dnw, will find anothern ternm just forn you.
AA: and chrnome is yrn blood. which I'm taking. so I can check if yrn gonna get anaphyletic on me bc I used cheap shit.
SA: oh.
SA: okay.
SA: I have good veins.
SA: 😃
AA: W Ö W, gj, +10 crneepern rnight therne.
SA: that's what the staff told me
SA: anyways.
AA: oh my good. AA: anyway. y. any othern qs??
SA: no not particularly.
SA: thank you
SA: I can give you money.
AA: yw. dnw, dn-- LMAO no. AA: stfu and keep that shit.
AA: 'kay, hads, we'rne done talking science. >:}
ID: okay sweet. i got myself a pastry while i was waiting.
SA: what kind?
ID: just some sort of roll with berries in it. and frosting. tasted good.
SA: scone?
AA: what type of bernrnies??
SA: i should find juice and eat something. This reminds me.
SA: tell us Hadean
AA: y, go do that. no fainting in the van. >:} AA: and brning me something, all we've got in herne is coffee.
SA: lemonade?
AA: food!!
SA: oh! Oh. Yes. I will do this.
ID: no, not a scone. and a bunch of berries. i dunno, i didn't stop to examine them. i just ate it.
SA: he consumes
SA: I will go now. I'll see you all soon.
SA: 💗
ID: sorry i'm hungry all the time. =:P see ya.
AA: haha, omg. awww. >:}
ID: my body is a mess but it's my mess.
AA: lmao. AA: idk, dude, at least it's only one horn on firne. >:}
AA: can you rnly be a mess until then? yrn just, like, a tiny trnash heap.
ID: wow, doubting my mess status. i'm hurt.
ID: ps do you think fighting in a t-shirt and jeans isn't good? like. what do you fight in?
AA: oh, n, yrn totes a dumpstern firne, dnw. just not a M E S S. least, not aftern I'm done w yrn makeup. >:P AA: and idk. whatcha fighting against?
ID: emerel. duh. =:P
ID: and generally other trolls.
AA: no, dornklornd, what strnifes??
ID: ...i can use most stuff alright. whatever i need to use!
AA: you need mobility?
AA: orn you want padding?
ID: well apparently he uses a halberd so i'm going to try and stay in close quarters.
AA: 'kay, jeans arne fine but it's gonna rnip like tissue if he's got a knife. leatherns bettern, tbh. suede?? waaaay hardern forn anything to get thrnough.
ID: i can make armor in a pinch. enough to take most of a hit probs.
ID: gotta remember i have to worry about overheating.
AA: haha, yeah, soon as you starnt moving, dude, you'll prnobs steam. AA: and y, mb you can, but do you have the rneflexes to make arnmourn forn yrn thigh when his fist is in yrn face?
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