#lemme know if ya need an edit

[fatummortem]

@symbioteburnout continued from x

ㅤㅤRose is having a disappointing night, she's used to people seeing dollar signs & coming after her. So the seemingly random encounter with the coincidental slavers she's been tracking & not close to finding a location, gives her pause. She'd picked up their tail two miles back, purposely turning down side streets just to give them the perfect opportunity to strike away from prying eyes.

ㅤㅤIt's sad, how much time the fight took. Oh she'd left a gift of them shrew around completely incapacitated. If she hadn't stopped to copy their phones she wouldn't have noticed. Not that she's one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

ㅤㅤPausing, Rose tugs on gloves before relieving one of the goons of their gun. Making sure the safety's on she slides it snugly into her waistband.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤShe hates guns, but you can never be too over prepared.

ㅤㅤWalking over to one of the bikes, she slides on as she pulls out her Titan phone, setting it to notify her of any cops in the area before digging out her ear bud. Once that was settled & her phone tucked away, she pulls free a throwing dagger only to eye the motorcycle. It's not long before she's working on popping off the ignition cap & starts the very long, very methodically assiduous job of hotwiring.

ㅤㅤA smug grin curves over her lips as the bike springs to life & quickly heads out of the alley.

[mxldito]

@jetblackknight liked this thang for a starter!

It was hard to focus on the selection of books before them while their instinct was absolutely screaming at the only other soul in the store besides the poor overworked and underpaid cashier at the front. The fact Coyote was lingering around this close to closing probably wasn't any help, but even the nocturnal needed new literature now and then.

Flipping through some westerns, every time he passed by, their eyes lifted from the page and watched as he walked along. It was already hard to ignore how eccentrically the man was dressed (as if they weren't walking around a bookstore of all places looking like they got lost on their way to the motorcycle club). Their instincts screamed something infernal but not to the same degree they got off regular old demons in human skin-suits.

This was probably a bad idea but the curiosity was killing them, and they snapped the book shut as they approached him. "Dig the coat. At least there are two fashionable people in town." Their eyes probed his, "What kinda things do you read?" It was all just staging to dig further.

[indecisive-dizzy]

today I learned that my nightmares can be cool inspiration for at least one horror game

Here's this morning's concept: an Escape Room Tower, where every floor is a new puzzle. It's gimmicky with haunted house vibes. But wait that's not all!

Your friends are mysteriously disappearing and coming back as horrifically disfigured monsters! now you have to finish the puzzles and survive in order to reach the top to get to the exit! oh and the gimmicky horror vibes become,, not gimmicky. that is real gore now.

[sapphroditewrites]

workin on a little gift for the holidays for y'all bc i'm so damn slow with the affair au (which i've weirdly started writing backwards? it's funny how that helps sometimes, but it's helped a lot)

it's not gonna be super polished and spit-shined like i usually try for, but it's something i was hoping to get around to every year, if that doesn't spoil the surprise lol

[darnell-la]

Please I need more “drive-by sniffing” It’s so funny to me but also I’m into it

warnings: jealousy, hiding keys, sniff-by (drive by sniffing), lying, teasing, trapping, kissing, carrying, oral (fem receiving), etc.

note: perv!logan???? FUCKIN’ HELL.

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———

“They’re just a friend, Wade” y/n sighed as Wade kept complaining about where and why she was going. She was trying to find her keys and he knew for a fact he took them.

“Where are they, Wade? I told you I was leaving before I took a shower and now they’re off the kitchen counter so — Where are they!?” Y/n yelled at the man, making Logan choke on his beer.

“I don’t know, peanuts. Maybe it’s lost up your ass,” Wade shrugged as he got up and slipped his shoes on. “Shame on you for leaving mister I have no life and I hate everyone and everything, over there. Maybe you couldn’t take him on a date,”

“It’s not a date!” She yelled at the man, knowing this might be, but it was none of his business. “Yeah, sure it’s not, but since it’s so not a date, why not take Grandpa with you? He hasn’t seen the sun in a while,” Wade whispered.

Before y/n could say anything, he left, shutting the door hard and singing as he skipped down the hall, ready to go see Vanessa. “Dick shit,” said under her breath.

“Language, young lady,” Logan chuckled as he took a sip of his ninth beer. “Who are you? The god of prohibited language?” Y/n rolled her eyes at the man before she continued her search for her car keys.

“Lookin’ for these, bub?” Logan’s voice spoke after a few minutes of silence. She wanted to ignore him, but once she heard her keys jingle, her head snapped towards him.

“Bro, you had it the whole time!?” Y/n wanted to yell at the man, but he was Wade’s guest. Y/n only stayed here at times when it got too late for her to drive home. He’s somehow friends with her elders and he needed a “full-time babysitter for his dog” that he had just picked up and left with.

Her parents and grandparents insisted she didn’t help Deadpool and Dogpool. They were all big fans, but y/n wasn’t planning on working for him.

Wade had something behind what he was doing after y/n served him his food at bingo night. She was young but not too young, pretty, went to college, and was hard to deal with. Right up Logan’s alley, but did Wade tell him his secret evil plan? No.

“Yeah, because you’re lying,” Logan put the keys back in his pocket after she came over to him to take back what was hers. “What? Bro, give me my keys,” y/n was annoyed.

“You are going on a date, ain’t ya?” He asked. She could do all the washing she wanted, but he could still smell her. “No, for the love of god. Can you guys stop asking me that shit? It’s annoying!”

“Last time I checked, it only takes you ten minutes to shower, not thirty,” y/n was surprised he paid attention to her shower times. She’s only been in and out of Wade’s shared apartment for a couple of months.

“Your point is?” She asked, knowing he wasn’t dumb, but she hoped he’d give up. “I don’t know, you tell me,” he got up, now towering over her. Her neck ached from the sudden new angle she had to look at him.

“I can smell you, you know,” Logan admitted. “What do you mean?” She genuinely asked. “I can smell you leaking. It’s hard to miss when you smell like that every time you leave to meet up with your friends,”

She wanted to call out his perverted activities but had nothing to say. He was old, but she wasn’t a minor, so what could she say to make him feel uncomfortable for invading her privacy.

“How good is he? Seems like he fucks good if you’re soaked right before you leave,” Logan had y/n cornered on the wall. She didn’t know she was backing up that much until she had nowhere else to go.

“How about you let me meet him. Lemme watch how he fucks you so I can show you better,” his hot breath blew on her face. He was so close and intimidating. Where did all of this come from?

“Sometimes I can smell him on you. I hate it so much, you know why, bub?” Logan asked as his finger cupped her chin. Y/n softly shook her head. “Because I can do better,”

Before she knew it, his lips were all over her, barely letting her process before his tongue slipped into her mouth.

Usually, she found that nasty, hating the sloppy kisses, but this time — Fuck, it felt so nice.

Y/n kissed back, whines escaping her mouth as she now felt needy. She was already turned on, knowing she was going to meet her boy toy tonight, but Logan seemed better. He was always the better choice.

“Greedy slut,” the man spat, sounding angry, but she knew that’s how they talked when they were turned on. She could feel his hard on through his jeans. He was grinding up and down her body like a pole.

“Always leavin’ to fuck another man, like I’m not here, baby. I don’t like that disrespect,” Logan pulled the girl off of the wall and now carried her to his room that they sometimes shared.

Wade’s apartment is a two-bedroom, so if she slept over, she’d sleep on Logan’s bed, and he’d sleep on the small couch in the room.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t sleep better when she was right across from him. He’d also be lying if he said he would switch the sheets because he loved her smell.

He never did anything like this back where he was, but something after that fight made him switch. He was turning into a small pervert for a young lady in who’s barely the legal drinking age.

“Smellin’ like candy,” Logan sniffed, loving the new lotion she had bought a few days ago. “Gonna go through all that work when I take you on a date?” He asked as he slowly took the girl's clothes off. “Maybe,” she shyly said, surprised he wasn’t thinking about this as a one-night stand.

“Doesn’t matter, bub — Ima still eat that pussy till you cry,” he said as he spread the girl's legs. She felt so smooth. She was ready for him, not that dickhead she was getting ready to meet.

Logan slowly slicked up the girl's slit, taking in how close he is to her smell. All the days of smelling her getting ready for another man, just for her to get pulled back for him.

“Bet this cunts sweet,” the man said before diving in for a few seconds. Her mom got stuck in her throat. That was amazing, and he had more.

“Sure fuckin’ is,” Logan quickly went back in, arms wrapping around and thighs to pull her into his face. He wanted to suffocate in between her thighs.

[fatummortem]

ㅤㅤThere's something about watching the bustle of others as they work to repair the Tiny Bronco. It brought them together, soften the mood. In a way he hopes it has. They were becoming far too morose, they could use some cheer.

ㅤㅤCloud has a suspicion it was Aerith's doing. Or is it just softer? There's not much joy but the pain is softer? Watching causes his smile only to grow. He feels more light, more relaxed. Even when the repairs are finished & they're on their way to move onward. He wishes Aerith could come with him, but in a way she is.

ㅤㅤHe's not sure how far they've traveled, but it seems like the feeling of her presence never falters. That presence feels different yet similar in a way, as if it's her along with someone else? He pulls out the clear Materia, moving it through his fingers thoughtfully as he glances towards the Bronco's walls.

ㅤㅤThe very feeling of restlessness makes him restless, no matter the amount of time they spend in one area. As if they should turn around. That they're going the wrong way. He knows they're not their destination is ahead, weeks away, they have to keep going.

ㅤㅤEach time Cloud tries to focus on the other presence or to mention the fact he has a feeling they need to turn back, a headache slices through his mind. Only intensifying with each cut through him.

ㅤㅤHe knew it was only a matter of time, his friends kept giving him unsure worried looks. By the time they made it to town, his felt unable to focus among other things. He doesn't even fight, not that he ever does, the suggestion to grab some sleep.

ㅤㅤCloud's eyes close the second he lays on the bed, curled comfortably on his side. Exhaustion pulling him under so quickly his brain doesn't process if he even dreams. His body gradually relaxing with each passing minute.

ㅤㅤHe hears a noise, it's so muffled, distant, he doesn't even shift or react even with his mind feeling revitalized. That is until he hears his name & that voice, a voice he hasn't heard since--

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" Zack!?! "

ㅤㅤJerking, Cloud springs into a sitting position, nearly hitting his friend in the process. " What-? " Nearly falling out of the bed causes him to stop talking, he's relieved he's able to maintain his balance even though he's so happy. Zack's sitting right there. But wait... A confused scowl moves over his brow.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" Why are you in my bed? "

@fatummortem

Sitting in the chapel waiting...and waiting...and waiting would drive him insane. He'd tried reasoning with himself, telling himself there's method to the madness, that something had to give right? It always did. Always something.

She had to have known then. That he wouldn't stay put for the life of him. He had a taste of what was coming, no way in hell was he letting Cloud face it alone.

The thought of him alone stirs him to his feet and, shoulders aching still, he heads for the door. Something's calling to him beyond it. Someone. And he can't leave his work to someone else.

The door swings open and he's greeted with the blighted sky, the blinding brilliance of colors like a festering wound sick with infection. Follow it. Beyond the border of the slums, beyond Kalm and into the Grasslands.

It's rough going but too hard to slow down enough to breathe when he can feel that string getting tighter like he's farther and farther away. Zack's gotta pick up the pace or he'll lose him. It's just a feeling but he's chasing it like his life depends on it. Maybe it does...maybe he can escape this doomed world and find somewhere better but-

His feet have carried him here, to the inn in Costa where it feels as if any moment he'll turn around and see Him. He spends the day searching but there's nothing. Barely anyone around. Those who stayed have accepted there's nothing left but to enjoy what they failed to all their short years alive. The moment.

When Zack retires to his room the revelation falls heavy on his shoulders and he lays on his side facing the window. His eyes shut and he drifts.

Some time in the night, he's awoken. No sound, no knock at the door, nothing is the cause but- he feels it. That presence. Feels it laying next to him like there should be a live person sharing the bed but...

He's alone. He's made sure. Frowning, he rolls over to face the doorway when it catches his eye. A shimmer. Faint and opalescent. Something- someone is on the other side. Golden hair pressed into his pillow, lithe form moulded to his mattress. He sucks in a breath and fights the urge to blink.

"Cloud?"

[skeletboi]

Sneak peek of where this AU is going.

*edit* this turned into part 1, part 2 here.

*****

Stan hit the ground hard. He knew it should have hurt, but he couldn't feel anything more than the screaming pain in his leg. At least Rico had been kind enough, if he could call it that, to drop him off back at his motel.

He painstakingly reached a hand out towards the door and dragged himself closer. The door was still wide open from when Rico and his goons had knocked it down, which was good. He was sure he wouldn't be able to stand in this condition. 

He wasn't sure if it was his focus on getting to the phone or the blood loss, but he thought he was doing a pretty great job ignoring the pain. He made it to the phone an indeterminate amount of time later, and dragged himself upright enough to dial.

“Fiddleford McGucket here!” A man answered cheerfully after the second ring.

“Who…? Shit.” Stanley responded, his voice sounding worse than he had expected. “Nevermind, wrong number.”

“Wait jus’ a second, there. Were ya lookin’ for Stanford?” Fiddleford asked.

Stan froze, realizing too late just how unprepared he was to hear his brother's name.

“Ya still there?” Fiddleford asked, sounding less cheerful and more confused.

“Yeah- yeah. Sorry I am- fuck- I am looking for Ford.” Stan struggled to respond as pain shot up from his leg.

“Lemme get em’ for ya. Just a sec.” Fiddleford said. 

Stan heard a click as the phone was set down and took a second to wonder who the hell Fiddleford was. Had Ford actually made a friend? Stan felt a jolt of sadness, but pushed it back. He knew why he was calling now, and, if he was being honest, he was happy Ford had someone by his side.

“This is Stanford Pines.” Stan heard, tearing him from his thoughts.

“Ford- hi.” Stan said, then paused to take a breath as another jolt of pain ran up his spine. “I- it's Stan. Please don't hang up.”

“Stanley?” Ford asked, an odd mix of old anger and concern in his voice. “What's wrong with your voice?”

“It's a long story- I- shit- I just needed to let you know I'm sorry.” Stan said, digging his hand into the dirty carpet and trying his best to focus on his words instead of his leg. “I'm sorry for everything. I really didn't mean to fuck up that project- fuck- no, that doesn't matter- I'm just sorry, Ford. I hope you're doin’ alright.”

“Stanley, what are you not telling me?” Ford asked, clever as ever.

“It doesn't matter, Ford. I just needed you to know, alright?”

“Stanley, what did you get yourself into this time?!” Ford practically yelled.

“I fucked up, that's all.” Stan said, with a humorless laugh. “Nothin’ new there, I guess. It doesn't matter though, I probably deserved it. Don't worry about it.”

“That did not answer my question.” 

“And I told ya it doesn't matter! I'm calling you to fucking apologize! Did you not get that?” Stan snapped, then immediately regretted it. “Shit, sorry. I just mean to say it doesn't matter, alright?”

“Like hell it doesn't matter, Stanley. You sound terrible. Do you have a car? I can give you my address.”

“I still got the Stanley Mobile, but it would be pretty hard to use the clutch right about now.” Stan responded with another humorless laugh as he tried to look anywhere but his leg. “Anyway, I'm not callin’ you for help. I just couldn't let it end how it did.”

“Stan, what the hell does that mean?!” Ford yelled in earnest.

“It just means what it means, Ford, alright? Can't ya just take me at my word this one time?!”

“This one time?! I took you at your word our whole childhood!”

“Then do it again! One last time, would ya?! Ya stubborn bastard!”

“That makes no sense! If I were a bastard, then you would also be a bastard! We're twins!”

“At least you haven't changed.” Stan mumbled.

“Obviously, neither have you! What did you mean ‘one last time’?!” Ford yelled.

“It doesn't matter! I'm sorry, alright?! That's all you need to know!” Stan yelled back.

“Stanley-” Ford started, but Stan didn't wait, he slammed down the phone as hard as he could from his awkward angle on the floor and groaned at the searing pain that followed.

He finally looked down at what remained of his leg and immediately leaned to the side to vomit.

Rico would be back in three days, and Stan had nowhere, and no way to run.

*****

Well I guess less of where it's going, and more where it started?

Anyways, more to come! I'll be posting it on ao3! And probably drawing more art to go along with it.

I call it the InTRIdimensional AU!

[munsonsprincess11111]

"Good" day

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: your having a but of a bad day so Eddie tried to cheer you up.

In your eyes everything that could've gone wrong. Did. Cheer practice. Absolute flop. Forgot the books you needed. Migraine coming and going. Forgetting to make lunch waking up late. And now your sat at the table with Cheerleaders and jocks while they talk about the game on Friday after school and how you all need to practice more.

Your head felt like it was spinning. "You OK y/n?" Chrissy askes genuinely concerned. You nod giving a weak smile pulling your hoodie jacket over your hands a bit more for something to fiddle with.

Someone approaches behind you and you see the basketball boys look pissed especially Jason and Andy. Your eyes get covered. "Guess who." The voice says. You let out a breath of relief as you heat who it is.

Eddie. Your Eddie. "Lemme think... Timothy?" You giggle. Eddie removes his hands from your eyes bringing his face centimetres from yours.

"What the creep in your science class with the snotty nose who tries to check you out n asked you on a date? No babe. I'm the creep in your math and biology class who's given you better lessons on biology then them teachers ever have maybe even some chemistry." HE smiles kissing you.

You smile as he pulls away and you both look eachother in the eyes. You almost forget about your migraine until Jason shouts. "HEY freak wanna fuck off n talk to her later were talking about are game this Friday. So piss of would ya." Eddie notices your flinch when he yells. He screws his eyebrows n kisses your head.

"What's wrong?" Eddie whispers to you. All you do is shrug your shoulders wrapping your arms around yourself. He bites the corner of his lip. "Wanna go talk somewhere else princess?" HE whispers again. You nod standing up taking Eddie's hand and he guides you out of the cafeteria.

"Y/n we need you were tryna arrange shit." Andy shouts. You ignore him and continue walking holding Eddie's hand. Eddie gives them all the middle finger as you both edit the cafeteria.

"Stop." Eddie says stopping you. He slips off the Hawkins high jacket your wearing chucking it over his shoulder. He then takes off his denim vest and leather jacket handing you them. Then slipping off his hoodie jacket.

"How many jackets do you need?" You giggle.

He smirks handing you the hoodie one which you gladly except giving the leather and denim jacket back. "Well the leather and denim for me and the hoodie is for you when your cold n need comfort babe." HE says slipping his jacket and vest on taking your hand again.

You walk down the halls hand In hand and Eddie takes you out of the school to the woods. You sit at the picnic table and Eddie sits opposite putting his lunch box on the table.

"Right got a few questions that OK?" HE askes. You nod.

"Cool. Why wasn't you eating?"

You look Eddie in the eyes seeing his concern n nod to yourself.

"I um woke up late and didn't have time to pack lunch." You answer twiddling with Eddie's jacket.

He slides his lunch box over to you. "EAT what you want don't touch the weed. You got a migraine?" Eddie askes knowing you to well.

You nod. He goes into one of his many pockets sliding you over migraine pain relief. "There should be water in the lunch box." HE say pointing at the plastic bottle.

"Whyve you got-" but he cuts you off.

"Cause you get migraines a lot and you never take anything so I've got stuff for when they get bad." HE answers sweetly. You nod taking the pill and drinking the water sliding rhe box of pills to him as he tucks them back in his pocket.

"When's cheer practice next?" HE askes leaning on the table

"Tonight." You mumble eating a piece of popcorn.

"OK your not going. Your coming back to the trailer n were gonna make dinner. Go to my room. Eat dinner. Have a shower. Lay in bed butt naked. And cuddle." HE says and you giggle at him knowing he's serious.

Over the time you've been dating you've come to terms there no point tryna argue with Eddie with this kinda stuff. He's gonna win. Stubborn asshole.

"I'm fine with that one question. Why are we gonna be butt naked?" You ask giggling at him

"SO we can compare boob sizes duh." HE says jokingly rolling his eyes as a smirk comes across his face. The real reason is so you feel safe and close to him. You both know it. Eddie just wanted to make you laugh.

"Thank you." You say smiling at him.

"Don't ever thank me for loving on ya babe." HE says. You sit on the table and swing your legs around to Eddie. He kisses your leg.

"Want me to deal with Jason and the others?" HE askes. You nod.

"I love you." You say kissing his head.

"I love you too." HE says kissing your leg.

-

It's after school and Eddie walked you to the van saying he'd be back. Now he's to deal with the dickheads as he called them.

"The fuck you want freak." Jason says throwing the basketball go Andy. The cheerleaders stop talking when they hear who Jason's talking to.

"Just came to let you dicks know y/n ain't coming to practice. She's got a migraine n don't feel great if she feels up to it she will be back tomorrow." HE says calmly hands in his pockets.

"Shut up you probably told her not to come so you can fuck her brain wash her with your satanic shit." Andy says.

"And you probably only want her here so you can perv over MY girl in her cheer uniform so you got something to jack off to later." Eddie says calm again. He turns around and walks out before he says something he's gonna regret.

-

Your sat in the van as Eddie jogs to the van around the front into the drivers seat. "Everything OK?" You ask playing eith Eddie's jacket.

"Yeah I may of just called Andy a pervert but oh well maybe he will stop bring a weirdo about you." HE says driving out of the school.

You smirk knowing Eddie defended you to all of them.

"Babe?"

"Yeah?" HE answers hand sliding to your thigh

"I love you so much." You say looking at him.

"I love you so fucking much to." HE says leaning over kissing you at the stop light.

"Kays let's goto yours... and lay in bed butt naked." You says smirking tangling your hands kissing him

"YES I Knew you'd agree!" HE says smiling holding your hands up. And you immediately start laughing. No matter what Eddie could always make you feel better. N that's why you worked so well

[toxicbrothel]

bone to pick

Oh no, Carter has snuck into the brothel by chatting up Trouble and asking to see his cool secret passage. Once they're in Trouble's room, Carter keeps glancing at the door to the bathroom which is secretly shared with the Madame. Trouble gets suspicious, and Carter doesn't deny it: "She's tryin to kill off my reader, man."

"you don't have a reader, bud. You feelin' okay?"

"at least I still have a fic," Carter retorts.

Trouble pretends to text and mutters, "Been meanin' to tell your bestie 'bout river of dreams."

"you're gonna tell on me?"

The madame hears him. "Carter? Is that you?"

"Yeah," Carter replies in his deepest, huskiest voice. "I just need to, uh, wash my big, manly hands and put on a little hand lotion..."

The bathroom door cracks open, and Trouble rolls his eyes, then pats Carter down for weapons.

---

The madame sits on her bed and watches Carter dry his hands as he emerges from the bathroom. "Yeah, I was choppin' wood earlier," he says to no one in particular. He flexes one hand and looks at it front and back. He holds up two fingers for a closer look, and she takes a deep breath, adjusting her robe to reveal a little more stick (figure).

"well damn, i must've got a splinter from all that wood I was chopping," Carter says.

The madame trips in her hurry to the restroom to grab supplies. Carter catches her and chuckles, "ain't life or death, ma'am."

Her cheeks turn bright purple as he helps her stand up straight again.

He bends his knees and holds her shoulders, looking her eye to eye. "y'okay there?" He asks with a sparkle in his eye.

"go sit down," she nods to the bed. She returns from the bathroom overly composed and carrying tweezers, alcohol, and a bandaid.

When Carter gives her his hand, she fails to hide the shiver that runs down her frame. He smirks. She runs her thumb over his fingers. "Can't really see it," she mumbles.

"oh, yeah. It's in there." Carter lowers his voice. "deep. Real deep," he adds. Then he rests his hand in her lap.

"okay." She sighs. "What do you want?"

"can we just talk about Bad Ideas for a minute?"

"what about it."

"I just feel like, the real me woulda never let that happen."

"but it's not the real you. It's an AU."

"ok even the AU me wouldn't let his girl get hurt like that.You're makin it look like I can't protect her."

The madame sniffles.

He says, "so let's just... delete it and make some edits, easy peasy."

The madame is full on crying.

"hey, it's okay," Carter pulls her head into his shoulder. "I know ya didn't mean it."

"I cant change it," she sniffles. He gives her a tissue to blow her nose. "do a scene yourself and I promise I'll post it," she offers.

Carter nods. He's a little rusty, but it'll work.

She keeps crying.

"ain't that big a deal, sorry if I was hard on ya," he says softly. "Damn, it's just an AU of an AU, I shouldn't even be here."

"it's not you," she sniffles.

"lemme tuck ya in," Carter offers. She nods.

She cries into her pillow as he pulls up the blanket. There's a shadow under the bedroom door.

Carter finishes tucking her in and asks, "is that good?"

Clothing rustles in the hall. "Carter?" Raider asks, slightly muffled through the door. "What are you doin' in there?"

[fatummortem]

@positivelybeastly continued from x

ㅤㅤWhile waiting for Hank to get a moment, Bobby realizes it's be a very long time since he's heard his friend sing. He's always sung while working hasn't he? Bobby's lips press together in thought as he pulls his smoothie away. Visiting Hang at work after he left the X-Men had been a different setting entirely, not a lot of time of feeling comfortable in private or with your friends around.

ㅤㅤBobby's blue eyes jerk upwards when he hears the shock in Hank's oh. The fact his friend looks utterly floored, any other time Bobby would take it as reaching an unknown challenge. Just to get that expression on his friends face. But the fact, Bobby thinks, it's just from his appearance? The realness of the disbelief causes him to realize just how much of a bad friend he's been.

ㅤㅤSure, life's been busy. Being on separate teams makes everything more difficult. Takes a lot of effort to rearrange things. Make the time. He's done it, he has that ability. He should have made time for Hank too.

ㅤㅤA cheerful smile curves over his lips. " I'm getting the hang of it, it's nice . Krakoa's different from the school, more enjoyable. More ways to help other mutants... " He pauses a few moments to get his thoughts together.

ㅤㅤ" I feel that I'm actually getting a handle on myself. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHow about--? "

ㅤㅤHe's doing it again, pretending he doesn't notice something. He thought he'd gotten better at not doing it.

ㅤㅤBobby let out a breath, the only sign of his nerves is a faint icy vapor trail mixed within his exhale. Another glimpse of it shows seconds later as Bobby looks down, gripping his straw & tugging at it gently, making it look like he's stirring it instead of it being a tick.

ㅤㅤWhat does he even say? Words only go so far & he's found actions are better or a mixture. Would words even matter? Which ones? There are so many jokes or light japs that flow through his mind, he has to push that urge back before they start popping out.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe's gunna wing it. He's good at that right?

ㅤㅤ" I'm sorry, Hank. " Bobby gives him a sad smile, it slowly reaches his blue eyes. " Do you have time to talk? I have a few hours before I have to head out... " His hand raises to rub the back of his head bashfully. " It feels like we should. "

[therealslimshakespeare]

Thrilled to hear there will be more naughty sleepovers! Might there be an entry forthcoming about dear Dougie aka James Douglass? Inquiring minds want to know!

Oooh Dougie my man, yes, yes thank you, I adore this fella! Come on in, bring in the beer and snacks, can’t have a dry slumber party in honor of this fella, that’s for certain. Special thanks to my contributors: @suraemoon @faegoddessog

Cock-versations || James Douglass Edition

nsfw (AF!) below the cut:

Sordid details: Gosh, how many ways can I describe cocks? The thing is that my vocabulary will run out long before the sheer and varied abundance of cock types has been exhausted. So, while fearing becoming a little repetitive here -I must direct you to the fingers and proclaim: girth. A good average in length but he’s got such a lovely stretch to give and the capable tool is set in a bevy of black curls. Which makes it look pale in comparison, with a little pink tinge and a few startlingly blue veins winding around the pillar. He’s got a seemingly small tip again, by comparison. He likes to get his in some kind of kinky manner but frequency, that’s his highest priority. Pretty substantial balls but they're very tight and round.

A note on the wielder of the weapon: here we’ve got another man who will stand alongside Rosie in his ability and need to make you laugh during. “More rubbers than he can count??” Oh this ain’t his first rodeo and his enthusiasm for the sport exceeds his condom count -and sometimes his talent but eh, whatever. An unapologetic little shit, when y’all have time you’d best prepare to get the living daylights edged outta ya, he’s a terrible tease and now he’s become aware of the galgasm he’s all about going after it in typical bombardier style: accuracy and precision but a deep seated capability to adjust as needed and still be accurate -dynamite combo after some initial bumbling.

Ad libbing the pussy: King of the Quickie, he’s a very eager fella and he’s into some kinky shit, into impossible positions for the hilarity of it and happy to contort himself impossibly too. Quickies are a way of life for this guy, not that he doesn’t like to have long excursions into romance and intimacy but he needs his fill on the hour, so to speak, so he’s gotta sneak it in regularly in between. He’s so smooth about it too, can slip you away so quick, slip into you before you can say “Flynn!”. Now, now, it must be said that he asks so sweetly, he’s a real gem, but then when he’s at it it’s like a Labrador puppy humping a leg. His voice so soft and sweet just to ask to fuck you, because you’re so pretty and distracting and it does things to him, he never forgets how lucky he is to have you despite how frequently he makes use of your allowance.

1940’s Fucbois -they don’t make ‘em like they used to.

A Jabberer: he’s such a chatty bastard when he’s inside you too, chatting between grunts and moans. Some of it's downright looney but it’s all very grateful and very flattering. I mean come on Dougie, lemme hear about how you love how this pussy feels and now onto the score and then yes ask me if I’m down to go boating next week like -yes I can handle that, keep talking to me baby boy. Ain’t stingy with his compliments either so, that’s nice, loves to spin a yarn about how fabulous you are -sometimes that brand of fabulousness should not be shared at a funeral with all your aunts around.

A comment on finesse: He lets out a whole lotta “ya like that? ya like that?” and then he’s one of those unicorn men who actually keeps doing the motion you asked him to keep doing. You ask him to do something and immediately you got it just how you want it, he had to be shown a helluva lot initially but hey, we all start somewhere. We love a fast learner. He’s so down to try new things too, never be nervous or embarrassed to ask for something, you could ask if y’all can do it dressed in tiger onesies and he’s gonna be so stoked. It’ll be funny, you’ll probably get some bruises from falling around- what’s not to love?!

Oral: yeah, he’s a snacker- he’ll go down for sure, he’s also a story teller so best believe he’ll be talking to your pussy, anecdotes, mission funnies, all about the latest canned joke he heard -not saying that it’s the best pussy eating you’ve ever had but it certainly has a vibrating mouth action quality to it, lol. Sometimes you might need to tell him to hush and finish the job. Ya know what happens then? “Right right, sorry babe, gotcha,” -and if you forcefully bring his head back down? well, y’all may later need to discuss why that fed-up action made him blow his load untouched.

I’m not saying he wants you to sometimes act unimpressed so he has to work ten times harder and you still tell him he doesn’t deserve to cum but…he does like it, take it up with him I’m just the oracle

End notes: Just don’t bore this man, whatever you do, and you’ll be the one for him -he hopes. And then you can look forward to a life of ad lib pussy skills, impromptu fucking and improv switching.

-Will likely ask you to make him a sandwich after and will pester you to let him watch you and Dorace down the street have a uh…pool fight.

[twilightmalachite]

Shu Itsuki - The Beauty of Distance

Author: Umeda Chitose

Characters: Shu, Kuro

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Non! You mustn’t use such expressions in a public space! Watch your language!"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Summer

Location: Café COCHI

Shu: (A cup of tea after returning to the country truly is good for the body.)

(The storefront doesn’t appear to be busy either, so I can stay here for some time… Hm?)

(How come a shadow’s suddenly fallen on my table—)

Shu: !? Ryu~ku… I mean, Kiryu! What are you doing outside the window?

You’re pointing over at my seat… Do you want to come in and sit at the same table as me?

Ah, goodness, trying to converse through the glass will only bring attention. How about you just come on in?

Time passes…

Kuro: …Yo.

Shu: Quite the greeting you have there. You should be telling me what had you appearing outside the window out of nowhere.

Kuro: What’s the rush for? It’d be rude if I took a seat without orderin’ anythin’, wouldn’t it?

Shu: Hmph. Then hurry up and order yourself something to drink.

Kuro: I told you I’m choosin’ one now. Well, I suppose orderin’ ice tea would be a safe bet.

Shu: —Goodness. I was planning to take it easy for a bit, but to think you would show up.

Kuro: Take it easy and don’t mind me, then. Well, I’m the one who imposed himself onto ya, so guess I’m not one to speak.

Shu: …So, what do you need from me?

Kuro: Just spotted ya and thought to say hi since you’ve returned to Japan.

But well, there’s somethin’ I wanted from ya too. Or well, somethin I wanted to ask ya.

Shu: What do you want to ask?

Kuro: It’s about when I went to France with ya to film for a travel show. There was that incident involvin’ ya, remember? Y’know, the one with the erotic stuff appearin’.[1]

Shu: Non! You mustn’t use such expressions in a public space! Watch your language!

Kuro: …My bad. Didn’t know how else to describe it.

Anyways. Just was wonderin’ about that, if the incident was resolved, y’know. Since we sorta had to leave at a critical point.

Shu: …Sigh. I don’t believe you have the right to know, given you left me for dead at a crucial moment.

But it’s not like I’ve heard anything about the rest of your trip either. Did you get to finish filming?

Kuro: I heard the feature itself is still bein’ edited, but we should’ve gotten some good footage?

Shu: ? That’s quite the vague answer.

Kuro: …To be honest, what left the biggest impression on me was how the flight home was also really tough.

Shu: Good grief. Why don’t you just ask not to be given anything that requires you to be overseas, given you’re so poor with vehicles?

Kuro: ‘Cause we rookie idols ain’t in any position to selfish demands like that.

Shu: Don’t care, give your opinion regardless. You don’t want things like that to negatively affect your health.

Kuro: …Haha, how come your responses to me are always so snappy, Itsuki?

I felt we were able to speak rather peacefully all the way over there. Was it somethin’ about the foreign atmosphere?

Shu: Was it peaceful? Morisawa and Tsukinaga were there, I just have the strong impression that it was quite noisy. What did you and I even get to talk about…?

Shu & Kuro: ……

—By the way… (That reminds me…)

Shu: What is it?

Kuro: Oh no, it’s not a big deal, what were you sayin’?

Shu: Neither is what I had to say… I’ve got a favor for you since you’re here, but it’s nothing important.

Kuro: A favor?

Sounds good, lemme know what ya got for me…♪

Shu: Why are you so pleased? I’ve just figured to ask if you could carry my luggage.

I’m currently here at COCHI after leaving my luggage back at ES.

But my luggage contains my personal tools and such, so I’d like to bring them back to Starmony Dorms myself. However, with the luggage quantity, I don’t believe I can make it in one trip.

So I thought perhaps you could help me out, so I wouldn't have to go back and forth.

Kuro: That's all? No sweat!

Though…

Shu: Are there any concerns?

Kuro: It’s ‘bout our room. I haven’t heard anythin’ ‘bout Sena returnin’ to the country, so I’m assumin’ it’s more or less available, but…

Isara and I have been real busy, so we haven’t been able to give the place a good clean lately. Had I known you were comin’ in advance, I would’a gotten it clean.

Shu: Hm… That being said, you guys aren’t all too messy, right?

Kuro: Yeah. But if I knew ya were comin’, I could’ve taken the chance to hang and fluff up your beddin’ while cleanin’ up, y’know?

I’ll at least use the dryer to freshen it up for tonight. ♪

Shu: …As usual, you act as if you’re my mother.

Kuro: Hey, what’re you takin’ my bill for?

Shu: We’ve each finished our drinks, so it’s about time we leave. Though, I haven’t heard what you were going to say yet.

Kuro: I’m ready to tell ya ‘bout that anytime, but ya didn’t answer my question.

Shu: …As thanks for carrying my luggage. I’m going to go pay our for our bills, so you can wait outside.

Kuro: …And off he goes. He really doesn’t need to thank me for that…

Location: In Front of ES Building

Kuro: …That is a lot of luggage. Definitely not somethin’ you could’ve done in a single trip.

Shu: I’ll take the trunks, and you can take the suitcases… But isn’t it about time I hear about what you had wanted to say, Kiryu?

Kuro: Jumpin’ right to it, arentcha… Let’s start headin’ towards the dorms if you’re ready. …But it really ain’t that big a deal.

Shu: Still, it’s something you wanted to tell me. It wouldn’t be fair if you only had heard me out, wouldn’t it?

Kuro: ……

…A new shop opened on Time Street recently. It’s small, but they have a pretty impressive selection of stuff.

They carry those rare fabrics and threads you always seem to be orderin’ and buyin’, too.

So, I thought ya would like the place too, Icchan. I thought I’d let ya know, since I doubt ya hear ‘bout this stuff bein’ overseas and all.

Shu: ……

…Kagehira and others fill me in on things from time to time, you know… But this is the first I’ve heard about a shop like this.

Kuro: Really? Even I just found the place only the day before last.

Shu: I’ll head there right away once we drop off the luggage. This shop’s selection that you’re praising so much has piqued my curiosity.

Kuro: Jumpin’ right to it, arentcha… Wait, didn’t I just say that?

But well, ya don’t know how to get there, don’t ya? I don’t got anythin’ goin’ on after this, so I’ll show ya the way.

Shu: …I’m sure I can just figure out the way from others. But if you’d like to show me the way, then you’re welcome to.

Kuro: Alright. And ya can tell me ‘bout how that incident went while we’re at it!

Shu: Kiryu… Is that all you wanted to hear about in the end?

In that case, you can tell me everything you can remember about your trip, then.

We can try talking about what we’ve been up to in a normal way, can’t we? …It didn’t feel right hearing that we can’t interact peacefully in this country.

[ ☆ ]

story directory

Referring to the incident from Astraea’s Atelier. For context, uncensored paintings and statues began to mysteriously appear in Shu’s atelier from time to time, causing him a lot of stress. Shu, Chiaki, Kuro, and Leo theorized it was one of Shu’s artist fans and beneficiaries leaving their art throughout Shu’s atelier in hopes of having their art recognized by him instead after having been dismissed as “vulgar” by him.

[aryllix]

Filtering out AI images on Google!

So I'm sure many artists, like me, have been annoyed with these horrible AI generated photographs that appear when searching for reference...

Ughhhh... right??

I've heard a few tips that kinda help like typing "AI" in quotes to remove it. Those never really worked for me since AI can be on any website. This other method is a bit tedious but effective!:

Under tools > time > select custom range

in the "to" box, select Jan. 2022, or basically anytime in/before 2022, as this is when AI "art" and photo generation started becoming relevant.

You don't need to fill in the "from" slot, so don't worry about that!

And BAM! No more AI kitties!

Another thing that might help y'all - (Listen this is based on bias because I personally hate AI but) There is an Chrome extension you can install called "uBlock Origin". Not only does this bad boi block YouTube ads, but it *also* can help you remove those pesky AI ads! Lemme show ya:

First, make sure you get the right one! lots of fake ones!

Now you're searching and... EW! AI ad! Let's get rid of it! Right click and select the button below:

It will then show you a pop-up menu (I know it looks scary, but it's simple!) Make sure the red box is the object you want to remove and then select "Create"!

Some of these objects may have multiple layers, so you might have to remove 2-3 things. (But don't worry, so far I've examined these ads go away forever! Ads are gone, even when you reload the page!)

And then BAM! AI-free search. YIPEEEE! Hope this helps, and if you have any other tips for your fellow artists, comment them below!!

EDIT: I have found a quicker way that has worked for me so far- type "before:XXXX" after your search with XXXX being the year you want to look before!

[lemonywings]

heres some old doodles of mine as a treat, i think theyre all like late 22 to mid 2024. also feel free to send in doodle suggestions. im currently working on 2 artworks and need something to focus on that doesnt need as much effort. if you have an idea feel free to send in an ask :D. ill tag the fandoms im in below. (btw im so sorry this is poorly slapped together im pretty tired. if you want a higher quality version of one of these idk lemme know ill throw it at ya)

(edit: I FORGOT SOME DOODLES GOD DAMNIT)

[theworldofotps]

Don't Change Yourself

Pairing: Finn Balor x OC Rachael Word Count: 1,358 Prompt: I need you, you idiot

Thank you for your help coming up with the idea for this I hope you enjoy it love @new-zealand-chic _______ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic​ @writtingrose​ @99hook @sjwrites22​ @sassymox​ @mrsacklesevansmgk​ @xladyxfatex​ @biforrollynch​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91​ @rebellious-desires​ @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie​ @shortyiceheart​ @serpantscorpio8497​ @thatpanpal​ @thatnerdwriter​ @wrestlersownmyheart​ @vebner37​ @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars​ @seeingstarks​ @whenimakeitshine1234​ @legit9thlunaticwarrior​ @blaquekitty​ @ironshamelessyouth​ @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin​ @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456  @mcreignsera

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. -------- “Oh, come on now Priest, I know you can look more intimidating than that!”

Rachael smirked looking at the man stood in front of her holding out his Money In The Bank briefcase. Waiting for him to get in position she adjusted the lens on her camera and snapped a few photos.

“That’s much better thank you for your time get out of here before I make you pose for another forty minutes.”

“Take it easy there carino I got things to do, besides I’m pretty sure Finn is next.”

He grinned watching her face flush red at the name of his tag team partner and friend, when Rachael first started working for WWE as a photographer the two had created a fast friendship. It didn’t take him long to connect that she had a thing for him, and between the two men that Finn had one for her as well.

“Keep your mouth shut and take your pretty ass out of here.”

Damian laughed as he left the room making a hasty exit as Rachael flipped him off, with a shake of her head she went about switching the lens on her camera. Finn chuckled walking into the room after seeing Damian leave quickly.

“Priest giving ya trouble again love?”

“Yes, but that’s nothing new for him, alright Balor step on the taped X and I’ll finish getting this all ready.”

She smiled winking at him as she finished getting her camera set up and adjusted to a new height. He wasn’t as tall as Damian, so the stand had to be taken down just a little. Finn smiled to himself and turned so he could hide the heat rising in his face.

“Okay I’m ready for you let’s make some magic.”

“That’s the first time I’ve heard that statement and it not be made in the bedroom.”

He joked patting himself on the back inside when she laughed out loud and he adjusted his titles one over each shoulder.

“Well, we could always fix that.”

She teased him and lifted the camera adjusting the light and snapping a picture of the surprised look on his face. The two continued to chat as she took a few more pictures and even a short video for social media.

“Alright that’s perfect thank you so much Finn I’ll edit these and get them turned in by the end of the week. I can text you the samples when I finish them if you’d like.”

“Yeah, that would be great thanks so much.”

Finn smiled at her as he picked the titles back up from where he had them set at his feet to show off.

“I was wondering something.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I wanted to ask um, do you.”

Swallowing the lump in his throat Finn rubbed the back of his neck as he was trying to work up the nerve to ask her out for a drink. Rachael turned to look at him from where she was packing away her lenses.

“Do you know if you’re going to be working the next live event?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure but I should know a few weeks before hand so I will let you know then.”

“Okay thank you.”

Finn wanted to say more but the nerves and possible fear of rejection stopped him from voicing his desires.

“Well, I guess I’ll go ahead and leave you to continue your work thanks for taking the time again.”

“You’re welcome I always love when we get to hang out together.”

Rachael smiled softly at him and watched as he waved, leaving the room shaking her head in amusement as she continued to pack her stuff so she could go on her lunch break. Finn groaned once the door shut and slowly started making his way back to the club house.

“Hey how’d your photoshoot go? Did you finally ask her out?”

Damian looked up from his phone and frowned when Finn shook his head plopping into one of the chairs.

“No I chickened out I don’t know what it is I just feel like she wouldn’t go for it I mean have you seen some of the other guys here? They’re so confident and straightforward with her. I just worry that I’ll scare her off, I seen her talking to Drew the other day and they were flirting.”

“She jokingly flirts with everyone man it’s nothing to concern yourself about honestly, I think she’d say yes in a heartbeat if you asked her out.”

Finn sighed looking up at the ceiling as he listened to his friend speak maybe Damian was right, he didn’t know what it was. But when it came to Rachael, he lost almost all of his confidence, he felt as out of place as a school boy.

“Why don’t you just try and channel your Prince Devitt confidence, but you know don’t be a complete dickhead to her.”

“You know that’s not a bad idea.”

Sitting up he thought for a moment he knew that Rachael would be taking photos tonight during a house show, that would be the perfect time to show her he was just as confident as these other guys. When The Judgment Day’s music hit later that night during the house show Finn took a deep breath, he was sort of cocky when it was on tv or the live shows. Tonight, though he planned to take it up just a notch. Walking beside Damian as they slowly made their way down the ramp Finn easily slid into his Prince Devitt character. Spotting Rachael he walked in her direction and started showing off for the camera.

Rachael was more than surprised to see Finn so into the camera and did her best to get the shots that would be presentable. But when he kept getting too close, she frowned and motioned for him to back up a bit.

“I can’t get a good shot if you’re thrusting your abs into the camera Finn this is serious.”

Finn smirked and stepped back continuing to interact with the camera and mess with the fans, he couldn’t help but feel inside that this was not working. After the tag match Finn slipped away backstage and grabbed a water.

“What on earth was that out there?”

Turning when he heard Rachael’s voice Finn opened his water and took a sip raising a brow at her.

“What was what?”

“The way you kept getting too close to the camera, I can’t get good shots when you do that, and you know how important it is for me to do so. There’s nothing wrong with showing off but when it messes with my work then we have a little issue.”

“I’m sorry Rachael it’s just, I never feel confident around you no matter what I do.”

He looked at the floor before back up at her and shifted on his feet as he finally decided to just explain, sure she may laugh at him. But at least he’d finally be able to get these feelings out and maybe salvage their friendship.

“I think you’re just fine Finn you don’t need to go and change yourself for anything. I like our interactions it’s cute seeing you so nervous when we talk, we always have so much fun together.”

“Really? It’s just all these other guys are so confident when they talk to you and I well I really like you and I didn’t think you’d be interested in anything more than friendship with me. I thought if maybe I was more confident, I could get the nerve to ask you out.”

“I need you you idiot, Finn I don’t want you to change yourself for anything I like you for who you are. Maybe if you would have talked to me about this beforehand than you’d know that.”

Rachael said shaking her head as she grabbed his hand holding it in her’s.

“Ask me out for a drink Finn.”

Finn smiles looking at her then clears his throat.

“Rachael, would you like to go out with me to get drinks sometime?”

“I thought you’d never ask I would love to.”

[drpoisonoaky]

Sometimes when you’re in a relationship you forget to tell people…or that’s is a thing that has happened to Kara and Barbara. So as two mature adults they decide that the best option is to try to gaslight everyone. Spoiler: it usually doesn’t work.[Part.3](Sirens’ edition)

———— Pamela Isley aka Poison Ivy

Ivy: Are you lost or something?

Babs: Harsh. I thought at this point we are at least acquaintances.

Ivy: So you want something.

Babs: Your help actually.

Ivy: With what?

Babs: How I say this without offending you…

Babs: Pamela, you are really smart and I know you are a doctor in-

Ivy: Cut the crap Barbara.

Babs: Help me to pick a plant for my girlfriend that she couldn’t kill for over watering or something.

Ivy: Oh you have a girlfriend. Now we can be acquaintances.

Babs: Ivy please.

Ivy: Sure I’ll do it. But tell me who your girlfriend is cause you know my girlfriend would murder me when I tell her this and don’t tell her who she is.

Babs: Is it really necessary?

Ivy: The price to pay, darling.

Babs:

Ivy: I’m waiting.

Babs: Ugh fine. I’m dating supergirl.

Ivy: *starts to laugh*

Babs, confused: What?

Ivy: Why do you need help to pick a plant when your girl is a plant herself.

Babs: What do you mean?! She’s not she’s funny, sma-

Ivy: Not like that. But think about the supers, they get their powers from the sun. Does that ring a bell?

Babs:

Ivy: I gave Harley a ficus when we started dating. They are pretty strong. Here.

Babs: Thanks Ivy.

Ivy: Enjoy your plants.

Babs: You only gave me one?

Ivy:

Babs, completely red: OH I- BYE!

———— Selina Kyle

Selina: So how is it?

Babs: How is what?

Selina: You’re sleeping with a super, right? How. Is. It?

Babs:

Selina: I’m not into them like they are too goodie goodie but I’m curious.

Babs: I-

Selina: Girl of steel, super strength, could fly, x-ray…

Babs, clearly flustered:

Selina: Oh don’t act like a prude babe. We’ve known each other for years.

Babs, whispering: …It’s mind blowing.

Kara, coming into the room: Sorry I’m late.

Selina: And that’s my cue, bye bye girls. My pleasure.

Babs:

Kara: Bye!

Babs:

Kara, whispering: You know I heard everything right?

Kara: Super hearing.

Babs: Don’t you dar-

Kara: MIND BLOWING FELLAS

Babs: I hate you.

Kara: In fact no you don’t. MIND BLOWING

Babs: Ugh.

———— Harley Quinn

Harley: Holy molly whatcha doing in Gotham super blondie?

Kara: Personal business.

Harley: Lemme tell ya, I’m good now like I don’t plan and do evil things anymore.

Kara: Oh don’t worry, I know.

Harley: Phew cause fight you would be a pain in the ass…

Kara: It would be quick.

Harley: Don’t be a prick.

Harley: Btw, how is your personal business related to the bat family?

Kara: Who sa-

Harley: You’re on a rooftop in the middle of the night in Gotham. Cut the crap.

Kara: Personal business.

Harley: Right.

*5 min later*

Kara: So are you going to stay here all night?

Harley: I was here first, go to another roof.

Kara: I can’t.

Harley: Neither do I.

*10 min later*

Kara: I-

Harley: Look if you want me to move my ass to another roof I need context or something and you know it.

Kara: *sigh* I guess there’s no choice. So-

Babs: Hey babe I’m sorry but it took me a long time to find my old suit but look it fit perf-

Babs: Oh hi Harley.

Harley: No freaking way.

Kara: I-

Harley: *running away* Well, take it as a gift for whatever it is you’re celebrating.

Harley: Bye blondie! Bye blondie’s personal business!

Babs: Wha-

Kara: Whao. You really look incredibly.

Babs: I know.

Babs: By the way I have I gift for you.

Kara:

Babs: A different gift, horndog.