#like dont get me wrong it's still so so so good

[ohmy-gojo]

jjk x reader ignoring him prank (nanami, modern!sukuna) ෆ

nanami

— you saw this prank idea on tiktok and had to try it on your beloved ken, deciding on not talking to him unless absolutely necessary all day tomorrow

— next day came, he woke you up with a kiss and greeted you good morning

— instinctively you were about to smooch his entire face with a "g'morningggg ken" but you remembered your prank and just nodded at him and got up

— confused baby but he thought that you were still sleepy

— but this behavior continued all throughout the breakfast too. normally you would sit on the kitchen counter chatting his ears off while he made breakfast, or praise his cooking skills while eating his food but today you were so silent :(

— he even tried to start conversations about some random news but all you said was "oh okay" and "mhm"

— finally decided to confront you before going to work, he cant have you being supposedly mad at him. communication is key! also bc he loved hearing you yapping

— when he finally asked if you were mad at him, you really really tried to maintain a straight face but ended up laughing 😭

— nanami immediately understood what you were up to and deadpanned

— "youre such a menace darling" "im sorry!!" youre still laughing btw

— he shook his head fondly and wrapped his arms around you, "silly girl, i should have known. now about my kiss from the morning-"

— too late. youre already all over his face

sukuna

— he was at the gym

— after finishing his workout, he checked his phone for any messages from you (you send him minutely updates, voice messages begging for gym pics and tiktoks)

— but today there were none

— he just shrugged his shoulders as if he dont gaf (he does, he's sad that you didnt send him any messages today)

— drived home a little faster that day (def not bc hes worried)

— he announced "im home", expected you to jump to his arms with a "welcome home kuna!!" while he tried to shove you off (read:pull you closer) bc he was sweaty like always

— but you were just sitting on the couch reading your stupid book, barely looking at him

— so he said "im home" once again with a louder volume. this time you nodded at him. hm progress

— even after many attempts at getting you to talk ( like 'forgetting' to take the towel so you would come and scold him, but you just left it by the door) he was unsuccessful

— you were still sitting in the damn couch reading your damned book while he was pacing in front of you wondering what he did wrong

— finally hes like "arghhh fuck this" and grabbed your shoulders, asking you what the heck is going on

— you were like "what do you mean😇"

— "why are you ignoring me?!?!" "i am not??🙂"

— after a heavy eye contact session with him you finally dropped your prank and softly laughed "sorry i was just prankin' you"

— his forehead popped a vein. "you little shi-"

— you shut him up with a "welcome home kuna!!" and wrapping your arms around him

— he huffed and puffed a lot but still pulled you closer and tighter

— but not before flicking your forehead and calling you a dumbass😭

note : i think megumi would be cute too with this prank :P he also gives silent bf x talkative gf vibes (this is one of my fav tropes everrr)

[stealingpotatoes]

POTES SEMI-LIVEBLOGS KOTOR!

ive been writing my thoughts in the notes app but due to popular demand (one person asked for it) i'm posting my liveblogging DO NOT SAY/TAG/COMMENT SPOILERS PLEASE i read tags

warning im a yapper, im 10 hours in and theres a lot already (separated into sessions):

SESSION 1

whos this clown i thought i would be playing as revan

ive been too spoiled by dragon age origins this character creator sucks ass

only human???? ): fr?? ill just imagine her different in my brain or some shit

my life is being mansplained to me. is this bad writing or do i have amnesiacs

hes meta now??? hes talking abt the screen controls?????

omg a jedi and an evil jediii

omg their asses suckedddd they both died immediately

i <3 bringing a sword to a gun fight

WHY R THERE SO MANY SITH WHERE IS TJE RULE OF TWO

i clicked a workbench and it said lightsaber so either i get a lightsaber or i get a jedi friend whose lightsaber i can steal if im careful

I assume u play as revan in kotor2 so im gonna buy that now so i can play it when im done playing w this clown

i got light side points im getting a good grade in game morality which is something both normal to want and possible to achieve

everyone keeps saying revan is dead but thats my friend revan from tumblr hes clearly alive. or they???

my characters ass is distractingly present onscreen

huge fan of the way everyone collapsed drunk what the FUCK was in that wine

ok these sith ppl might be the bad guys but their armour is DRIPPY AS FUCK

ideologically i dont agree w the sith but they kinda went off w the fits

googling how to become a sith without being evil cause they have Drip

SESSION 2

i paid £1.19 to see revan he better show up in this game at some point

all these sith n i still cant find one revan….. stop faking ur death rn come out n talk to me babygirl this isnt like u….

why can i be light/dark side if im not a jedi. give me a laser sword

maybe this jedi gyal will know where revan is faking his death. or give me a fuckin lightsaber PLEASEEE

was just thinking 'does this game have romance' and then carth called me beautiful. i dont think im gonna romance anyone until i get this amnesia sorted

why is carth questioning me so much abt the crash im pretty sure i have amnesia

why tf did the jedi lady have me transferred to this ship are we in lesbians with each other???

carth's not wrong it is suspicious but i lowkey have amnesia so i coulda done that i coulda not

a lot of clone wars voice actors in this. was lucasfilm so broke in the 2000s that they could only afford the same 3 VAs for every project

mission is 14??????? we need to get my girl back in school

SESH 3

tale as old as time i fucking suck at racing games

ok i didnt realise you had to mash click i won

REVAN!!! REVAN!!!!!!!!!

why am i dreaming abt revan tho. real as hell but ?????

lmao cringe revan getting blown up. i thought the jedi beat rev-meister in a fight but no. accident

"such visions are often a sign of force sensitivity" COOL YAY GIVE ME A LIGHTSABER

BASTILLE LOST HER FUCKING LIGHTSABER??

CARTH IS RIGHT THATS LIKE DAY ONE JEDI SHIT. ok i still love her even tho shes a bit of a bitch and also doesnt have a saber

if we find a lightsaber im taking it first tho

whys carth getting weird abt me being weird that he doesnt trust me. i just wanna be friends mate

SESH IV: A NEW HOPE

'i mean no disrespect, but perhaps one of the male slaves could serve you better' i went in here to start a slave revolution and instead got called a lesbo

LMAO THERES A SPICE LAB???? WALTER WHITE WHERE ARE YOU

thats insaneee they blew up BILLIONS of people to get to one jedi?????? these sith arent fucking around theyre scary

UM THIS IS CRAZY GRAPHICS THE LIGHTING IS CLEARER/DARKER WHEN I COVER THE SUN W THE SHIP EDGE?? 2003 IS THE YEAR OF THE FUTURE

someone just called me padawan i kinda assumed i was in my late 20s do i just have baby vibes

all the jedi in the movies are so chill but every kotor jedi i've met so far has been a bit of a bitch

YO THEY HAVE A YODA!!! its not THE yoda but

cool so these guys are just the regional managers at best. your asses are not the council

why can everyone smell my force juju so strong

THATS STRAIGHT UP YODA'S CLONE WARS VA

why does fake yoda not blink both eyes at the same time. im calling him master tortimer he reminds me of the animal crossing mayor

bastila there was no need for such a fancy bow

malak is like evil aang

revan is so much shorter than malak omg

are me and bastila sharing dreams. are we both obsessed w revan

poor mission ):

WHAT WAS MASTER TORTIMER ABT TO SAY????????? EVER SINCE WHEN??? DID WE KNOW EACH OTHER BEFORE MY AMNESIACS????? DID BASTILA TELL U SMTHN MORE WHEN I WASNT IN THE ROOM???

im intrigued i like this whole hidden jedi shtick its very compelling. so is whatever theyre hiding from me

kinda surprising no jedi found me before tho given my force juju is so strong

IM A LEGIT JEDI NOW??? SICK!!!

does revan rlly not have pronouns i thought that was a tumblr thing but they straight up are a nonbinary icon ive never heard a single pronoun used. revan's pronouns are revan/revan's

damn revan seems so cool in these stories (charismatic war hero that convinced their troops to join them as conqueror?? julius caesar) and yet all we've seen them do onscreen is get blown up and die by accident

A YEAR AGO? the way they were talking i assumed revan died like. a week before the game started

master uh i forgot his name he has martin scorcese vibes said revan was a paragon of the jedi so what im getting is that all jedi gifted kids turn evil

even if i didnt know revan as a tumblr darling id KNOW revan has to be alive somewhere they way everyone talks abt them is too cool for a character who exploded and died. i think. i hope. I PAID £1.19 TO MEET REVAN

'only you and bastila can stop malak' seriously????? just us two?? ive been a jedi for like, 6 minutes and you guys keep calling bastila young???? do you guys not wanna help??

omg im getting carth to traumadump! <3

HE WAS ON REVAN'S ARMY>??

i totally knew the jedi code and did not have to google it whatsoever

they rlly said fuck going to illum heres a crystal from the bin

he told me id be a great sentinel and i was like i know but i want blue cause i dont wanna be matchies with bastila

OGH!!! I HAVE A LIGHTSABER!!!! THIS IS GAME OF THE YEAR!!!!

omg i made my lightsaber perfectlyyy which is rare <3 getting a good grade in jedi

maybe i was a travelling lightsaber salesman before my amnesia

seriously though WHO was i everyone's kinda stopped acting like i have amnesia since the first mission BUT IVE PLAYED DRAGON AGE THAT GIVES YOU OPPORTUNITIES TO RP UR PAST. THIS DOESNT. EITHER THIS GAME IS BAD (but i love it so its not) OR I HAVE RETROGRADE AMNESIA

also everyone keeps being like "Oh ur force juju is so strong" AND NOBODY FOUND ME TIL NOW??? suspicious. did getting a really bad concussion activate the force in me

im too confused and amnesiac'd to think abt anything except the fact i have a glowing stick now

FSESH FIVE:

big fan of using aliens to avoid having to get VAs to read every line

oh so carth's boyfriend saul betrayed him and became leader of the sith fleet so he has trust issues

well he needs to calm down. i can't betray him cause i dont know what the fuck is happening

yooo i love the design differences on the mandalorians

oh my god this lady wanted to fuck her droid cause it was her husband's. and then it killed itself. wtf. game of the year tho

wtf they jebaited this juhani person into going dark side but then i talked her out of it. that seems a bit mean of them

i hope she can join my party she looks too unique to be a random npc

ive been thinking and I might be going crazy but there was a loading screen tip ages ago that said jedis could wipe ppl's mind and all i thought at the time was 'fuck the shitshow acolyte didnt make that up'. but what if one of them wiped MY memory and i used to be a jedi or smthn ????????

cause they keep being like ur weirdly good at this??? did bastila steal my memories??????????

I KNOW I HAVE AMNESIA!! EVEN IF EVERYONE DOESN'T BRING IT UP BC THEYRE PROBABLY TRYING TO SAVE MY FEELINGS

if i dont have amnesia and im just deeping the fact the opening had my life being mansplained then im gonna look real stupid

anyway time 2 go to the fuckshit ruins cave where r-dog and malak went to

"it must be referring to revan. the dark lord and malak--" revan's pronouns are revan/thedarklord

bastila said theres no mention of the Builders in the archives. does she just know every text off by heart

THIS DROID IS 20K YEARS OLD ???

omg i can equip 2 lightsabers at once. game of the year

OK I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I SAID ABOUT THE AMNESIA BASTILA IS ASKING ME QUESTIONS ABOUT MY BACKGROUND THAT I CAN ANSWER. I REPEAT I DO NOT HAVE AMNESIA

ok i didnt get choices and i didnt really uh… say anything that i didnt already get told im still not ruling out amnesia

also booo i didnt get to find out how old i was

master tortimer rlly looks like the ultimate ketamine yoda

LMAO THERE WAS A DIALOGUE OPTION 2 CALL JUHANI A CATGIRL

omg kashyyk from jedi fallen order!!!

I CAN UPGRADE MY LIGHTSABER THIS IS JUST LIKE JFO

omg this ship is fun i wish everyone had personalised bunk spaces like hfw… a game which came out 19 years after this i should probably just take what we have

im gonna start w manaan cause im p sure thats what B-dog said n its the same language the droid was speakin

omg hyperspace from star wars

THE GUY THE BUILDING FELL ON???

am i having dreams abt revan bc bastila killed revan and im connected to her this is so roundabout

maybe i'd sleep better if my ponytail wasnt clipping into the pillow

[kiwi accent] six

carth needs a xanax every time i think we're friends he stops trusting me

also lmao he actually pointed out how wild it was that a day one padawan is being sent on this uber important mission and HES RIGHT IT IS WEIRD!! i thought it was main character logic but he's calling it out

i really really like the sense of unease that's setting in like at first i thought it was just cause im not used to 2003 games but no this is on purpose bc carth my friend carth keeps calling it out

THERE IS A CHILD ON MY SHIP ??????????????????

lmao the representative for menaan is roland wann. its like poetry it rhymes

there are no cameras in the sith hangar <3 rookie error i can commit crimes now

bastila's favourite hobby is getting shot and walking into my grenades

this isnt a combat system this is a missing system

I GOT ARRESTED???? IM JUST A GIRL

nvm i had a datapad that said the sith were evil so theyve let me go free and we're besties

why do i feel like ive just walked into an underwater horror mission

this suit waddles at the speed of a penguin on fentanyl

i tamed the beastie this is like how to train your dragon

MALAK FIRED ON REVAN?????? WERENT THEY BEST FRIENDS???????

but maybe revan escaped when bastila wasnt looking THEYRE FINE THEYRE OUT THERE SOMEWHERE. I BELIEVE

so hopefully when we run into revan they'll be like agh i changed my ways cause of the being shot thing and they'll be my bestie

great news i successfully communicated w the ship child and gave her back to dantooine. my girl has shockingly good linguisitics skills

bastila is so dour "oh watch out for the dark side" GIRL I AM. I NEED TO GET THE BEST GRADE IN GAME MORALITY

ok OFF TO KASHYYK i hope cal kestis is there… thru the force i guess… bc he wont be born for another 4000 years but its whatever

omg you'll never guess what. another vision. wow its one of the thangs. cool this is a tomorrow me problem

[dirtyyoungthingg]

its been a long day. between school and extracurriculars, i am exhausted and stressed. i need a release. bad.

what better way to relieve my stress than fucking myself silly?

i walk into my bedroom, already smiling thanks to the plan my sweet little brain came up with. my smile drops when i realize you're sitting on my bed.

next to my toys.

"d-dad...--"

"what the fuck are these, hm?" you gesture to the two toys on the bed. i immediately shrink into myself, embarrassed.

"...dunno...."

"dont play dumb with me." you stand and grab a fistful of my hair, bringing my gaze up to meet yours. you glance back over at the toys. "do you even know how to use those?" nervously, i nod.

"i-i'm a big girl."

you can't help but smile a little. "yeah?" you throw me down onto the bed. "show dad. let me see you be a big girl, and maybe i'll let you keep these." i scramble onto my back, my heart pounding in my ears as i try to wrap my brain around whats happening.

my dad wants to watch me fuck myself.... my thighs squeeze together as you settle onto the foot of the bed. you tut at me and place your hands on my knees.

"don't be shy now. its nothing i havent seen before." your mind flashes back to our special bathtimes. how you loved catching glimpses of my sweet little pussy underneath the bubbles. how you'd use your special soap on me, as long as i didnt tell anyone.

"but dad--"

you spread my legs open suddenly, my skirt raising to show off my printed pink panties. "shut the fuck up. take those off." my face is flushed as i comply, sliding out of my panties. you grab them from me and bring them to your nose. "god... you always smell so good." i shiver at the cold air hitting my wet cunt. you set the panties down and reach to rub your thumb lightly against my sweet little pussy lips. your other hand moves to grab the first toy, a small bullet vibrator. you smile at it for a moment. "where'd you get this guy, huh?"

"th-the mall... one of the stores sells stuff like that in the back..." you turn it on, and a small but consistent buzzing sound fills the air. you raise your eyebrows as you click it back off.

"not bad." you press it into my hands. "go on. show me how you use it."

i feel dizzy, nervous. this is wrong, you shouldnt be making me do this. and yet, i'm so wet, and i was planning on playing with myself anyway... maybe its not so bad that dad's here.... i bite my lower lip as i turn the small vibe back on and begin to run it over my little pussy lips. a breath catches in my throat when i brush over my swollen clit. you take another deep breath from my panties as you watch, palming yourself through your pants. i press the vibe to my clit as i watch. "g-god... dad...."

"thaaaaat's right baby. just like that." you unbuckle your belt and pull your cock out, wrapping the soft pink fabric of my panties around the length of it as you begin to pump your cock with your fist. the sight is making me lightheaded with lust. i squirm as the vibrator presses harder onto my clit, letting out a moan. "good girl..."

you glance over at the other toy, a sizable dildo. you grab it with your other hand and look down at my glistening cunt. so small and sweet... "...can you even fit this in that sweet little hole, baby?"

i sheepishly look away, shaking my head no. "so-sometimes if i try i can get it halfway in, but it really hurts..." you can't help but laugh a little.

"you just need daddy's help, baby." you grab the vibrator and click it off. i can't help but whimper a little and squirm at the lack of touch. you smile. "turn over, raise that cute little ass up for me." i comply, rolling over onto my stomach and putting my ass up in the air. my skirt from school is still on, and you have to slide it up so you can get to my bare ass. yet another reminder that i'm your daughter, your baby... you shouldn't be doing this... and yet you continue.

you use the head of the dildo and lazily drag it over my opening, humming softly as you see the wetness that collects on the toy. "you're so wet... i'm sure we could fit this in if we tried. you're a big girl, right? thats why you have these toys?" i nod, too flustered to really speak.

"i-i'm a big girl..."

"that's right baby. you're a big girl. and that's why you're gonna take all of this, deep inside your sweet little kiddo cunt." you press the toy into me, slowly, working it in and out of my pussy bit by bit. my eyes screw shut as i whine. i'm still just so tight, so small... you bite your lower lip in concentration as you press the dildo even further inside me suddenly. i gasp and try to squirm away. it's too much, too deep...! i am met with a swift slap on my ass that makes me yelp and causes tears to spring from my eyes.

"ah-ah. that's enough of that, young lady." your tone is gruff, and makes me shudder inwardly. you manhandle me back into the proper position. "you wanted to be a big girl. owning these toys, fucking yourself with them. acting like such a whore. you're lucky this is how i'm choosing to correct this behavior." you smack the other cheek to punctuate your point. "i could've just thrown you down, raped you right here." you begin to thrust the dildo in and out of my cunt quickly, ignoring my pleas for you to stop. "coulda just taken everything ive ever wanted. your mouth, your pussy, your ass..."

i'm sobbing at this point as you relentlessly fuck me with the toy. "coulda treated you like the whore you are. traipsing around with those little skirts, those tiny tops that leave nothing to your father's imagination, much less anyone elses." you've driven the toy all the way into me at this point. i'm crying, my brain overloaded from pain and pleasure.

"t-too m-much--! p-please, stop!"

"shut the fuck up." you use your free hand to press my face into the pillows. "god, do you ever stop talking?" the toys pace is too much. you notice how much i'm clenching around it. "and look at that. you're close. you can't be having that bad of a time if you're that close to cumming while your dad plays with you how he sees fit." my cries are muffled by the pillows as i beg you over and over to stop, please god stop, it's too much.

"no, baby. i'm not gonna stop. not until you cum all over your special big girl toy for daddy. c'mon, i know you want to. you know you want to. cum for me. cum for dad."

and just like that, the dizzying feeling reaches its peak. i cum with the toy deep inside me, my sweet cries ringing out as i throw my head back. you slow your movements down until you stop.

"that's my girl." you slide the dildo out of my cunt. "i knew you could do it. and look at that! you took the whole thing! such a big girl for daddy, such a good girl."

i'm too much of a dazed mess to fight you off as you slide your pants down and position yourself over me. you line your cock up with my twitching cunt, humming softly.

"now i get to show you that you don't need those silly toys. all a girl needs is her father."

[n0vazsq]

Madrid girl | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x sainz!gf!reader

summary . . . Marc loves you, a.k.a his Madrid girl, very much, so why not brag about you to the entire world?

request . . . yes!! based on this request! (accidentaly deleted the new req so i had to use the old one)

word count . . . N/A

warnings . . . none! reader is youngest sainz and is 17!! ALSO convos between carlos, reader and marc (basically spanish speakers) will be in spanish but written in english bc i dont want to bother with wrong translation <3

faceclaim . . . various girls from pinterest!

alexavia yaps . . . pt 2 to barcelona boy ??? could be read as a standalone idk but yeah im grinding to get stuff out so yes!! its veryy short but i hope you gays like it!!!!! kinda shitty too sigh

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carlossainz55 that's still underage

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marcbernal_ don't worry guys she didn't drink it i made sure she just took photos for the aesthetic

lando_norris thank you marc (carlossainz55 SEE? I TOLD YOU HE WAS THE ONE)

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carlossainz55 ????

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[crimsonender]

have you ever thought that all of this hate comes from the fact that youre genuinely a rude, drama hungry individual? and that everytime you hide behind your gender identity it just makes everything worst? spent years wondering why masc people didnt have a place in lots of queer communities, but after seeing how MUCH you wave your flag to excuse your drama milking of people you dont like? seeing how many people on this website defend such behavior and do the same?? i get why i got lots of weird stares over the years, just because im masc. just focus on streaming and making content, stop farming drama if youre gonna cry mysandry after any asks. and before you generalize me to not give a shit about my take i hate lily and i blocked her years ago, and yall weirdos should have done the same

I know it seems like "I'm one of the good ones" is gonna be the truth that sets you free but I'm here to tell you: no amount of shrinking yourself and behaviour and being good will ever make you good enough for those people.

Let me ask you

Are you going up to someone like Sai and telling her that she makes all lesbians look bad? Are you telling Anthony that because of him, people hate bisexuals more?

Why do you think that's okay to do to me?

I'm a human being. I get upset. I laugh at stupid people even when it's distasteful. I play videogames with my friends. I go out into my community and live my life in ways I do not share here on the internet. I am imperfect and I am learning and growing. I have been through so much, and I have so much left I still want to do. I've loved, and been loved. I've been hurt, and I've hurt other people. Just like every other human on the face of this earth.

You know it is odd. LGBTQ people cover drama alllll the time. (And yeah don't get me wrong Sai gets an absymal amount of homophobia and Anthony gets plenty of biphobia) But when that person is trans, namely, when that person is a trans man, I guess that says something about their gender? Odd how that works. To say someone like me is the root of all poor treatment towards trans men is incredibly silly.

[qoldenskies]

I wonder how much Splinter picks apart the memory of Donnie crawling to him and asking for guidance that day.

How apologetic he was for interrupting Splinter at all. The questions—are you mad at me, do you think I’m selfish—and how genuinely childish and young they were in nature. Whether Donnie would have told him what had happened if Splinter hadn’t interrupted him. How long it took before Donnie came to him for help. How when Splinter asked “Are you sure you have not upset them?” the answer was “Maybe, I think so.” “Have you done anything to make them angry with you?” and even with what his brothers had done to him, what Leo had done to him, Donnie still said “Probably.” Agreed when Splinter said they had a reason for treating him that way.

He had the same conversation with April months later, and yet the seeds of it had been here, too—had been there years before.

sometimes i am caught between feeling so bad for splinter and kind of hoping he internalizes the way he brushed him off for of the rest of his life. there's a good chance he will think of that conversation EVERY time donnie reaches out to him looking for a savior or protector, especially after april leaves and he's the only "safe person" in the house when donnie cant think straight.

in an attempt to be unlike of HIS oppressive family he went the opposite way and went for a more relaxed style of parenting, and he veered too hard in that direction and COMPLETELY turned a blind eye to such horrifying abuse happening. it kind of reminds me of like turtle dega nights where he's so shocked to realize the shit they just get up to. for like. fun. he's NOT in a position to shelter them without pushback and he understands that now, which is a big reason he leaves them to make their own decisions when it comes to kitsune.

its hard to find a line between acknowledging theyre independent in a way he cant really stop and need to be treated with that respect and acknowledging theyre children! just kids! his baby boys!!! he's so used to seeing them silly and unserious around him that he hasn't properly processed the weight of his passive neglect until all of THIS blew up in his face. and i think that's best shown through him dismissing donnie. they mostly fell out of conversation after that point, but im sure they exchanged a few words sometime in between (for the sake of realism, its something to acknowledge) and i think splinter would think of that a lot too. why didn't he notice donnie was starting to look up so beat up? getting thinner and thinner? just disappearing during leo's birthday?? staring through him whenever splinter shot im a quick hello on the way to the kitchen??? originally that conversation weighed on the back of his mind already (because i dont think donnie comes to him for comfort like THAT much, technically i think in cc that was usually leo's job. rooftop conversations and all that), but obviously he wouldnt correlate it with any red flags now. just like how april didnt WANT to assume they were doing anything wrong because the four of them were so close, malice just didnt feel like a REALISTIC thing to expect from them and they were acting normal to her!!

cannot even begin to imagine how he was feeling in cw ch1. hearing about most of what they did and seeing how tiny and roughed up donnie was is one thing, and seeing him cling to his robe and inconsolably sob and scream for his daddy is another. splinter probably cant help but wonder if this is what donnie had wanted the whole time. cant help but wonder if he would have reacted like this at ANY point before it all got this far. all he had to do is reach out, for once. to ask HIM if he's okay, for once.

and he didn't.

[damnfandomproblems]

Fandom Problem #7184:

sorry to bring back the whole blackwashing thing but ive been reminded of it yet again because of that fucking cleopatra movie. if people, no im sorry, black americans, wont listen when we complain about asians, or pale people getting blackwashed them maybe they should listen to egyptians when black people are again trying to erase them and claim their culture and history. egyptians arent totally white. they arent rom fucking england or whatever and no one is saying they are or that they should be depicted as a white man. but you people need to realize they arent black either. they arent african. eqyptians are typically pale to a dark tan. typically. but their skin isnt even their defining feature??? they dont even have the same facial features as africans or black americans. egypt is very close to the middle east and they look like it too. their country is literally just located on africa. like they are literally touching dicks with israel and saudi arabia??????? but everywhere you look you see them depicted as africans with really dark skin and the facial features to match. and this is what we mean by blackwashing being a thing. yall will really erase the actual people who belong somewhere and replace them with yourselves. tell me thats not blackwashing i dare you. "why are you so obsessed with cleopatra being pale?" because she WAS PALE. her family was fucking greek for crying out loud. but its not even about cleopatra specifically. its about the fact that most people think egyptians are extinct and that black people take advantage of that to erase the fact that most egyptions had paler complextions (not that they are paper white in the first place) and claim their history as their own. this is a HUGE problem and while it doesnt have nearly as much effect on other races (like the problem with black people blackwashing asians) its still a disgusting thing to do. and i understand all well and good that people will do what they want but to claim that its "/okay/" disgusts me. and this is why i fucking hate when people blackwash even just fictional characters. because of this attidude black people have that they cant do anything wrong because of how they or their ancestors have been wronged. that they get free pass to do something shitty like this just because whitewashing was a problem for them. so sick of this shit honestly

[waayoutofline]

Murder On The Dance Floor (epilogue) (from the When the Cat and the Mouse Go For a Midnight Dance series) | Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | -->Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Prompt: Vigilante!Reader x Agent!Natasha

Summary: Natasha isn't having the best of luck in trying to bring one of the ex Hydras general down. You however may be able to assist her. Will you two be able to cooperate? Or is it your fate to always stand on opposite teams?

Warnings: Angst but a little bit of hope.

WORD COUNT: 5,1k

A/N: Hii! So I didnt forget about this story, I actually had it in my drafts for some time now--only that tumblr is totally screwing me up and all my links suddenly dont work anymore for some reaseon! But oh well. Anyways, this is the last part of this series :) For now I'll start focusing on other fandoms mainly, but that doesn't mean I wont write some drabbles here and there of the mcu girls or for this universe. Just trying to expand my horizons and creativity! I hope you enjoy it and have a nice day <3

**

“Oh yeah, absolutely not,” you deadpanned as soon as you saw Natasha’s means of transportation. You hugged yourself tightly, the shirt you had thrown on earlier doing little to keep you warm. Natasha looked at you in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I’m not getting on your bat–…widow bike. That’s literally a death trap.” Your eyes wandered to the street the two of you were on. There was still traffic streaming through, even at this late hour, and you were sure you could hail a taxi or something.

She huffed. “Bat what? You literally crossed half the city on a makeshift path of ice, but a bike is where you draw the line?”

Rolling your eyes, you felt the tip of your nose growing colder and your cheeks heating up in contrast. Okay, when she put it like that, it did sound a bit ridiculous.

“That’s different! I was in control of the ice,” you protested.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Natasha shot back, her tone sharp enough to make you flinch. A flicker of regret crossed her face as she realized it. She sighed, reaching for the secondary helmet.

“Listen,” she began, voice softening slightly. “This is our fastest way to Horvat. All the other vehicles are escorting his van right now. You’ll just have to…” Her voice faltered as she hesitated over what she was going to say. Finally, she sighed and finished, “Hold on.”

She swung one leg over the bike and settled into the seat, hands gripping the handles firmly. You couldn’t help but notice how her fingers flexed and tensed against the worn leather of the grips, almost like a nervous fidget.

Reluctantly, you trailed toward the bike. She had pursued you all over town and still managed to catch up. Heart thrumming slightly, you followed her lead and mounted the bike. The next step—actually holding on—was done with even more hesitation.

Trying to regain your usual confidence, you finally reached out and grabbed onto Natasha, leaning closer to her for better support. “You know,” you said, your voice dripping with mock bravado, “if you wanted an excuse to get me all over you, you could’ve just said.”

She scoffed. “Just make sure to not take us both down.” Her reply was causal enough to resemble your typical interactions. You basked on the familiar mess of all, wondering if this night has changed it all for good.

“I’ll try.” Your mutter got muffled by the roatrign force of the chassis.

***

“Oh God,” you sputtered, dismounting the killing machine without even a fraction of the driver’s grace. Natasha watched in disbelief as you practically threw the helmet at her, your face pale as you fought off the dizziness.

“You good over there?” she asked, a hint of amusement lacing her voice as she stashed the helmets in the compartment. Gripping your stomach, you did your best to keep your last meal from making a reappearance.

“Good? I’m not good! You’re a maniac!”

Rolling her eyes, Natasha laughed for herself, spinning the keys in her hand. “So dramatic.”

When she turned her back, you stuck out your tongue in mock defiance. Once you finally regained your equilibrium, you reluctantly trailed behind her. If someone had told you that you would voluntarily set foot in a S.H.I.E.L.D. building, you’d have laughed in their face—or shot them, depending on your mood.

The location wasn’t particularly large, but it sufficed. The security system was in plain sight, cameras ominously displayed at every corner, leaving no blind spots. Yep, Fury was definitely a paranoid man. Shoving your hands into your pockets, you quickened your pace.

The halls were mostly deserted, save for a couple of lower-ranking agents handling assignments. They gave you confused or disgusted glances, which you returned with a cheeky wink. You knew you had a reputation around here.

After touching her comms, Natasha turned slightly, gesturing for you to head left. “Horvat is already waiting.”

Your hands fidgeted nervously. “Perfect,” you muttered as the two of you finally reached the interrogation rooms. Some held lower-class criminals, but your attention was caught by the familiar sight of slick red hair. You perked up, the reflective glass allowing you to peer into the room.

“So…” you started, breaking the silence. “What’s our strategy?”

Natasha glanced at you as she retrieved the identification card. “For now, just follow my lead.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

Before you could move, Natasha caught your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“I mean it. No funny business.” Her eyes shifted, the green hardening with traces of steel. That’s when you knew she wasn’t playing around.

But neither were you. Pulling your wrist free with a quick tug, you said nothing. For now, your silence seemed to suffice as she stepped into the interrogation room.

Natasha’s shift in demeanor was almost immediate. She stood tall, commanding, her face impassive—devoid of even a flicker of emotion. The transformation was unsettling, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Miss Black Widow, glad to see you made it out okay,” Horvat huffed amusedly, his tone dripping with mockery. He lounged back in the chair with overconfidence, his smug gaze flicking over to you only briefly. “And you’ve brought company. Never thought a hero like you would associate with the likes of them.”

Your fist clenched at his words. How dare he lump you and Natasha into the same box? You took a step forward, ready to retaliate, but Natasha cut you off with a sharp glance. Begrudgingly, you relented, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall, though your glare didn’t falter.

“We’re not here to talk about us,” Natasha said smoothly, ignoring his jab. She flipped carelessly through the file in her hands, her movements calm but deliberate. “We’re here to talk about you.”

Horvat scoffed, his confidence unshaken. “You seem to be wasting your time then. I’m a very busy man, Romanoff. Much more important than whatever vendetta you’re chasing.”

Natasha chuckled softly, though the sound carried no warmth. “Busy indeed,” she mused, her eyes scanning the pages. “Arms deals, smuggling operations, money laundering… You’ve got quite the résumé, Mr. Horvat.”

Horvat shrugged, the corners of his lips twitching into a smirk. “Business is business. You of all people should understand that.”

From your vantage point, you could see the tension in Natasha’s posture, though her face betrayed nothing. The air in the room grew heavier as she set the file down and leaned forward, her green eyes locking onto his.

“Business,” she repeated, her voice dropping a note. “Is that what you call shipping weapons to rogue states and endangering innocent lives? Just business?”

Horvat’s smirk faltered, just slightly, but he quickly masked it with a scoff. “You can’t pin anything on me. I know how this works. You’ve got nothing.”

Natasha tilted her head, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. “That’s what you think.”

Her calm demeanor was unnerving, even to you. Horvat shifted slightly in his chair, the faintest crack in his façade. This wasn’t going to be a short conversation, but you could tell Natasha already had the upper hand.

And from your spot against the wall, you couldn’t help but smirk. You’d seen many things in your line of work, but watching Natasha Romanoff dismantle someone’s ego piece by piece was quickly becoming one of your favorites.

**

For all his bravado, it didn’t take long for him to crumble under Natasha’s overwhelming pressure. She knew exactly which buttons to push, the precise words to make his ego shrink. His once-neat hair was disheveled, his perfectly tailored suit rumpled, and his breathing slightly erratic. Suffice it to say, she got the intel rather quickly.

“This is all I have,” he muttered.

You scoffed at his pathetic state, your eyes sizing him up. After he finished writing down the name, you stepped forward, making your presence known again.

“Ah, ah, ah, not so fast. Now it’s my turn.”

Rounding the table, you stepped into the dim light, moving closer to the agent. When his tired eyes landed on you, the same lack of recognition dulled his gaze, igniting a subtle fury inside you.

“And what business do you and I have?” he asked.

Mimicking Natasha’s move from before, you slammed both hands onto the table, leaning in. “Oh, are you really going to sit here and tell me you don’t remember?”

He genuinely seems to try, but no reaction is sown into his expression. You huff, frustration prickling under your skin.

“Alright then, what about this, hm?”

With methodical precision, you tug down the neckline of your sweatshirt, ensuring Natasha doesn’t have a clear view. It’s like striking a match—terror instantly flares across his face, consuming the blank facade.

“No… you—you’re supposed to be dead,” he sputters, his voice trembling.

You chuckle darkly, the sound devoid of humor.

“Aren’t we all?” Straightening your clothes, you fix him with a piercing stare.

“Where is she?”

“…W-Who?”

You slam your fist against the table, the sharp sound reverberating through the room.

“Don’t play this game with me, Horvat. Where is she?”

“I-I don’t— The warehouse was ambushed! Everything got destroyed! We couldn’t recover anything or a-anyone—”

He looks as if he’s seen a ghost—one that haunts his every waking thought and denies him sleep at night.

”Raven…” Nathasa warned.

“Don’t lie to me!”

Fire courses through your veins, anger igniting every nerve as your hands lash out. With a swift motion, you flip the table aside, the screech of metal tearing through the tense air.

Before either Natasha or Horvat can react, you grab him by the lapels of his suit, yanking him upwards. You slam him against the concrete wall, the sickening thud of his skull hitting the surface only fueling your fury.

“Do you think I’m a fool? You were their weapon supplier, their lifeline for arms. “You knew their routes and cargo. Do you really want to test my patience?” you growled, hands trembling with barely restrained fury.

Unconsciously, the temperature in the room began to climb—hotter and hotter… and so did your hands. A sharp, agonized shriek erupted from him as his neck started to burn under your grip.

“Y/N! Enough!”

Natasha lunged forward to stop you, but the instant her hand touched your arm, a sharp pain shot through her. She recoiled with a hiss. Your body temperature had risen so high, you were practically sizzling.

Confusion and hurt flashed across her face. She knew about your water powers—she’d seen them in action countless times. But this… this was something else entirely.

Her pained yelp broke through the fog clouding your mind. You blinked, realization crashing down as you registered the scene around you. The man dangled limply in your grasp, coughing and gasping as the searing heat faded. Your grip slackened, and he collapsed to the floor, trembling.

But you didn’t even look at him. Instead, you turned toward Natasha.

Your mouth opened to speak, to explain, but the words caught in your throat when your gaze fell on her reddened, burned hand.

Shame and regret hit you square in the chest like a sledgehammer. Your hands dropped to your sides as your breath hitched. For the first time in a long while, you were utterly lost for words.

So she spoke for you.

“Out.”

One single word. One you were about to refuse.

“Out. Now.” she repeated, more firmly this time. Her stance straightened, harsh and commanding—the high-level agent in her taking charge. Defeated, you had no choice but to comply.

Once outside, she turned to face you, her sharp eyes sizing you up.

“What the hell was that?”

It sounded like a question, but there was no room for anything but an answer. Still shaken, you sighed, running a frustrated hand through your hair.

“I—I don’t know, okay? I might have… gone a bit overboard before, but—”

She scoffed, cutting you off.

“A little?” she exclaimed, disbelief dripping from every word. “That man has second-degree burns at the very least, and you’re telling me you just lost a bit of control? You weren’t in control at all!”

You opened your mouth to answer, but she wasn’t finished.

“No. You shut up right now,” she growled, stepping closer. “I’m sticking my neck out for you by bringing you here. Quite literally, I put my hand above the fire for you.”

The reminder hit hard, and your gaze dropped to the ground, guilt gnawing at you. But this wasn’t the time to shrink away.

“Well, I didn’t ask you to do that, now did I?” you shot back, your voice sharp.

Her brows furrowed at your defiance, but you pressed on. “We had a deal, Romanoff. I help you get him, and then I ask him what I want to know.”

Taking a moment to collect yourself, you inhaled deeply, willing the heat coursing through your body to subside. Slowly, you exhaled, trying to calm the storm inside you.

“Is it a woman?” she asked, her tone softer, though the weight of her words struck harder. She already knew the answer. “And what did he mean when he said you were supposed to be dead?”

Great. Now you were the one being interrogated.

“That has nothing to do with this,” you said, brushing the question aside.

“It has everything to do with this!” she snapped, stepping closer. “If this is personal, I can’t let you back in with him.”

Her words struck a nerve, making you bristle.

“That is not what we agreed on,” you said firmly, holding her gaze.

“Because you didn’t tell me anything from the start,” she countered, frustration lacing her voice. “If this is about someone you’re looking for, I can help you. I want to help you.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but she raised a hand to stop you.

“But you can’t just walk in there and attack him like that. Not again.”

Her words were laced with sincerity, and for a brief moment, you let them sink in. You knew she meant it—knew that if you asked, she would help you.

But to let her in would mean revealing everything. Your past. The truth you had buried so deeply, it still haunted your nights. No. Some things were better left untouched.

“You’re right, okay? I lost control. But it won’t happen again,” you said, your voice steady despite the storm brewing inside. “Let me go back in. I know what kind of man he is, and while you’re standing there with me, he won’t take me seriously.”

She watched you, disbelief etched across her face. “There is no way I’m letting you go in there alone. You clearly have a personal grudge against him.”

“But I—”

“No. But nothing,” she cut you off firmly. “As hard as it is for you to believe, I’m doing this for you. I promised you a truce, but if you actually harm a captive here—in a SHIELD building—my superior won’t care for it.”

You scoff. “Oh please. You don't trust me enough, just say it.” Hesitancy makes it to her eyes, but she seems to push it far back her mind. Instead, she put her foot down.

”You are going in with me, or you aren’t going at all. And that is final.”

Your jaw clenched in frustration, head rolling back slightly. You wanted to push back, to argue —be your stubborn self— but you knew Natasha was at her limit. And a part of you still felt guilty about hurting her.

Yet, that same nagging voice reminded you of the truth—that no matter her words from before, she didn’t think you were capable. But what other choice did you seem to have?

“Fine,” you spat, the word dripping with bitterness, probably making you sound like a petulant child.

“Great,” she replied coolly, gesturing toward the door. “Now that we understand each other, let’s go back in there.”

As you moved past her, she reached out and caught your wrist. The suddenness of the gesture made you stop. For a moment, you blinked in surprise. After what had happened mere moments ago, you hadn’t expected her to touch you again so easily.

“Look,” she began, her voice quieter this time, a trace of something almost soft slipping through her usual composure. “I don’t know the details, but if that person you care for is in danger, I’ll help you get them back. Just…don’t try anything reckless.”

You let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The weight of her words settled over you like a blanket, the unexpected emptathy catching you off guard.

The fluorescent lights above cast a strange hue over the room, and for a fleeting second, you noticed how her green eyes seemed to shift. There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in them, which confused you even more. She’d been burned by you, and yet…

You smirked, the familiar expression helping to conceal your true emotions. “You can’t seem to keep your hands off me lately, Agent. Should I be flattered—?”

Carefully, you grasped her wrist with your free hand, gently removing her grip and turning her palm upward. Her reddened skin was exposed, and you studied it closely. Thankfully, the rest of your body didn’t seem as hot as your hands had been earlier, and there didn’t appear to be any permanent damage. You exhaled in relief.

Focus. You needed to focus. If you were going to generate water, your mind had to be clear.

You closed your eyes briefly, conjuring the image of soft waves caressing the shore, retreating only to return again with gentle, soft motions. Slowly, a clean barrier of water formed around your hand. Redirecting it, you guided the water to her palm. It wasn’t freezing cold, just cool enough to alleviate the swelling and soothe the burn.

Her eyes followed your movements with almost childlike wonder, trailing the water as it enveloped her hand.

Then, something unexpected happened. The water began to shimmer, sparkling with an otherworldly green fluorescence. Surprise flickered across both your faces as you watched the redness of her skin fade, leaving behind its natural, pale hue.

Huh. You’d never done that before.

You’d always thought of your abilities as a curse, something meant to harm. But now, you were healing, and the revelation churned a storm of emotions within you. Turmoil, confusion, and maybe—just maybe—a flicker of hope.

Your hands lingered on hers, roughened by years of work but still soft beneath your touch. “...Or should I be worried?” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Finally, you released her hand, stepping back and turning to face the door. Natasha seemed to hesitate, as if searching for the right words. She always looked like that—guarded, calculating. But this time, there was something else. Something like before, when you two were in that destroyed shop.

She’ll see you for what you are later than sooner anyways. Better for you both to avoid disappointment.

Eventually, she moved to stand beside you, wordlessly pulling the door open for you to enter. You chuckled softly, the tension breaking just enough for a hint of playfulness to seep through.

“Such a gentlewoman,” you teased as you stepped inside, hands sliding into your pockets.

Horvat’s reaction was immediate. He threw himself against the wall like a cornered rat, his eyes wide with fear.

“Th-this can’t be serious! Are you seriously bringing this—this freak back in here? Look at my fucking neck—”

Before Natasha could respond, the door slammed shut with a loud, jarring sound. The piercing wail of an alarm echoed through the halls, red lights flashing on and off in rapid succession.

Startled, you jumped, spinning toward Natasha, who looked just as shocked.

“What—Natasha?” you demanded, your voice rising as you tried to unlock the door from the inside. It was no use. The door was sealed tight.

“Natasha, what the hell is going on?!”

She was already at the control panel, her jaw set, her movements quick. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath, the curse being muffled by the alarm. “The protocol’s engaged. There must’ve been a breach.”

You huffed indignantly, your frustration boiling over. “We had a truce! I swear to God, if this is some kind of trick, I—”

“Just calm down!” Natasha snapped, cutting you off as her hand moved to her comms. She nodded to herself, listening intently as someone on the other end spoke, then turned back to you.

“How is that possible? The location is supposed to be encrypted!” she demanded, her tone sharp with frustration. Whatever response she received must have been far from satisfactory, judging by the way her expression tightened.

“Fine,” she said curtly, exhaling in exasperation. “Just get into formation—I’m heading down.”

“…Someone hacked the system,” she explained, composed but tense. “They’ve triggered the lockdown protocol. Everything’s sealed.” Her hands flew across the control panel, trying to override the locks, but she froze when Horvat’s sudden laughter broke through the chaos.

“I knew it,” he said, grinning like a madman. “They just can’t let someone like me be captured. I sure hope you have enough manpower for what’s about to happen.”

Natasha gave up on the panel and turned to you, her expression grim. “It’s no use. I have to go check it out.”

“One minute ago, you wouldn’t let me go in alone, and now you’re leaving me here?!” You protested, hands against the window.

Reloading her gun, Natasha muttered commands into her comms, directing others to secure the gates. She looked back at you with a fleeting softness in her eyes.

“Yeah, well, that was before we could actually open the door, couldn’t we?” she said. Then, after a pause, she added, “ Stay here, and don’t do anything stupid.”

“Talking as if I had a choice…” you muttered, kicking the door as she exited, leaving you alone with Horvat and the unsettling tension in the room.

“He better be alive when I come back!” Natasha called over her shoulder as she disappeared down the corridor, catching sight of two agents rushing toward the north entrance.

“Has anyone assessed the threat?” she barked.

The younger agent, Katherine—Natasha thought that was her name—shook her head. “No, ma’am. But all the footage and electricity has been cut off. We have light thanks to the secondary generators.”

Sighing in frustration, Natasha finally arrived at the central control hub just outside the gates. The room was in chaos. A couple of ech analysts and security personnel were scrambling, screens flashing error messages. The main display read in stark, bold letters: SYSTEM OVERRIDE DETECTED.

“What’s the status?” Natasha demanded, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.

One of the tech analysts turned to her, sweat beading on his forehead. “We’re completely locked out, ma’am. Someone’s bypassed the encrypted firewalls and overridden the mainframe. The entire system is under external control.”

“That shouldn’t be possible,” Natasha said, her eyes narrowing.

“It shouldn’t,” the analyst agreed, “but it is. They somehow installed an external backdoor into the system—and still seem to maintain remote control.”

Natasha’s mind raced. Backdoors weren’t simple. Whoever did this was an expert. Her gaze fell on one of the screens that still flickered faintly with fragments of activity. “Well, can’t you trace it to the controlling device?”

Nervously, the man nodded, throwing himself into a rolling chair and furiously typing as he tried to make one of the laptops work. He mumbled something Natasha didn’t catch.

“What is it?” she asked, her tone sharp.

Hesitation flashed across his face as he glanced at her. “…This doesn’t make sense. The signal—it’s coming from inside the building.”

Natasha’s gaze shifted to one of the distorted screens, her sharp eyes catching something buried in the fragmented data: a black, feathered emblem embedded in the system’s override signature.

A cold realization swept over her.

“Raven,” she muttered under her breath.

“Just try to remove the block. Prioritize retaining the system’s stability,” Natasha ordered, her voice sharp over the comms.

Getting out of the central control room, she sprinted down the hall, rushing toward the interrogation room. What awaited her was nothing short of disappointing.

“Seriously, Natasha. It can’t be that easy to fool you!” you said, laughing as you held an unconscious Horvat in one hand and a remote in the other—another one of your clever gadgets. “You just fall for it, every time. Hm, perhaps I should have persuade theater.”

Before she could react, you pressed the button on the remote. The spot on the wall, which had appeared to be some kind of reinforced gel, detonated with a loud bang, leaving a sizeable hole for your escape.

“Raven! Don’t you dare!” she growled, trying to unlock the door, but it was no use. It was completely frozen.

“Hey, this isn’t easy for me either, alright? I mean, fuck, he’s heavy,” you grunted, opting to create more ice on the ground so you could drag him more easily by the lapel of his suit.

“We had a deal,” she tried, her voice edged with frustration.

“Yeah, well, sometimes deals just get rewritten,” you replied coldly, your eyes steely as the ice on the walls.

Natasha didn’t give up. She stepped closer to the reinforced door, her tone softening. “Don’t do this, Raven. You can still do the right thing—”

“She’s too important, Natasha!” you finally snapped, your voice rising with raw emotion. “I can’t just wait around for him to talk through psychological tricks. Every second I spend here, she’s in danger…” You paused, your voice breaking slightly. “Maybe she’s already dead, for all I know.”

The weight of your words hung in the air, your desperation and determination written all over your face as you glanced back at Natasha. And yet, a hint of sadness crosses you eyes.

“I am sorry, Natalia, truly. But you and I…we are worlds apart. So stop trying, okay?” Your voice is gentle now, as if trying to tune her down without really meaning to hurt.

Natasha’s expression softened. “You don’t have to carry this alone,” she whispered, her words barely audible as she reached out, but you turned away.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, more to yourself than to her, as you pulled your prisoner through the hole. You werent supposed ot feel bad. You have done this more times that you could cont! So why were you so affected now.

You know why.

Your gaze softened as you took a breath, the bitterness still lingering as fresh air hit you. “The world already has too many heroes. So let me be the villain.”

You disappeared into the night, leaving Natasha staring helplessly at the jagged hole in the wall, her thoughts racing. Anger and frustration hit her square on the chest. Both her pride and ego were defensively brushed off by how you managed to fool her—again.

And yet, for all the frustration, she didn’t feel anger towards you—not really. Instead, your last words to her left her with something she couldn’t quite place. You had a way of making her feel that way.

She exhaled sharply, pressing a hand to her comms. “Alert all units. Subject Raven has escaped with Horvat. Lockdown override was an internal breach. Sweep the perimeter immediately.”

“Ma'am,” came the reply. “We have a unit near her position. Do we engage?”

She hesitated, her gaze fixed on the hole in the wall as if you might come back through it. She saw your face in her mind—the glint of defiance, the flicker of vulnerability you’d tried so hard to hide. The need painted in your eyes that tugged at her heart.

“No,” she said firmly. “Do not engage. I’ll get her next time.”

The ring of her work phone broke her out of her focus, putting the safety on the gun and leaving it at the range. She didn’t even need to see the target to know she got a perfect score.

“Romanoff.”

“We found the Hydra general—beaten but alive. And a note. From her.”

A sight she didn’t know she held made her feel lighter, tension leaving her shoulders. Perhaps it wasn’t too late. Now she had one thing to do.

An hour later, she found herself doing something she didn’t know she’d ever do. Convince her team to bring you on their side.

She met their skeptical stares. “You know what she’s capable of. She’s not just a threat; she could be an ally. We need to bring her in. She’s perfectly capable and a huge help if we do it right.”

Steve crossed his arms. “Are you sure about this? She’s unpredictable, Nat. She isn’t afraid to… get her hands dirty.”

“Yes, but she has a code—a morality. I’m not saying it won’t be complicated at first to make her change her ways, but we should at least give her the chance. Despite her methods, she truly wants to do good.”

Clint nodded, but still doubted. He remembered Natasha’s endless complaints about you and your attitude. “This feels personal. You sure this isn’t a mistake?”

Natasha’s jaw tightened, and she looked them both in the eye. “She’s the call I didn’t take,” she said firmly, her voice thick with meaning. “Just like Clint didn’t take me out when he had the chance. And you know how that turned out.”

Tony smirked, breaking the tension. “Well, if your ‘friend’ is joining us, I’m having a very long conversation about how she hacked FRIDAY.”

“Focus,” Natasha snapped. “This isn’t about FRIDAY. It’s about doing what’s right. Are you with me or not?”

“Did Fury greenlight this?” Bruce asked.

“Yes.”

“Oh, of course. There’s nothing that old man loves more than to add another member to his little dysfunctional family—“ Tony cracked, but Natasha’s gaze silenced him.

Silence filled the room, but one by one, the team nodded. Natasha slipped the note into her pocket, her resolve as solid as ever. Whatever came next, she would see it through.

Afterwards, Natasha went to the balcony, the sight of the city familiar yet intriguing in its own way. Checking around to make sure she was alone, she exhaled as she opened the paper you left her.

Dear Natalia,

Don’t misinterpret this. I’m not going soft or anything, but I do feel bad about… well, humiliating you in front of your buddies. It wasn’t my intention, really. But, I did find my friend, and you did help me—even if I betrayed you in the end.

Consider this a token of appreciation, a little something for letting me go (which I know you did). Sometimes, this game of ours is the only thing that keeps me going, y’know? And besides—you weren’t a bad dance partner. You’ve got moves, Romanoff. I guess that’s part of your charm.

Always your favourite archenemy,

Raven

[alchemicourtesy]

HEYEY! glad to see more people into vat7k!!! Would you mind sharing more of the insight n what your perceptions of the characters are? I saw your post about Hugo n Var as well as the involvement with Nuru in the tags and was wondering!!! No pressure ofc <3 also love your art it's REALLY AWESOME !

hi! thank you so much :] im rlly glad ur interested... as new as i am to this story and world i'm still ironing out my own opinions and headcanons and ideas so everything is in a rough place atm but i'd love to talk about what i Do have right now ^^

i'm sort of operating under the idea of what this would look like if it were a tv show rather than a comic only for the sake of structure and me being able to visualize it haha. doesnt mean anything beyond that.

i love the idea of there being 7 kingdoms, 7 alchemic laws, and 7 "lessons" for the characters to learn and id probably divide it through 3 seasons with the last season focusing on either 2 or 1 (heavy emphasis on what would be the "library arc") and allocating the extra "arcs" to s1. but anyways

mainly i like the idea of like. each of the group getting a chance to shine an equal amount. obviously they'd all have something to gain from every lesson but imo id put a particular emphasis on them all getting 2 each to hammer home their development and experiences. i havent ironed out who learns what and its not like...an exact science rn so thats a work in progress

nuru is interesting to me in particular bc i think theres a notable position she is in being a princess and wanting to be hands on. for her character particularly i feel like its important she be able to learn how to care for her subjects and hone the skills she needs for the responsibility she has but also allowing herself to understand herself as a person and an individual without having to sacrifice her duty to her people and her community. too many times i see in media where a character has this huge responsibility and they have to learn to care about and understand Themselves first and while thats important i feel like its not always possible or feasible and also it's hard. it's rlly hard to grapple with both of those things at the same time. and nuru being a princess she Wants to help her people. she Wants to have the responsibility to care for them but she still must learn what that will look like for her specifically and how she can be that person she wants to be without phoning it in or anything.

with yong i saw it was mentioned he has a huge loving family that supports him and wants to see him succeed, but he's just sort of wild and unpredictable in ways i think varian can relate to from when he was younger. there's nothing really "wrong" with yong, but he has to understand and learn balance and control where he struggles with it and that he can be the person he wants to be but there has to be instances where he takes his time and understands that progress isnt linear. which gives varian a good place to act as an older brother figure obviously bc thats shit he himself learned in tts lol

varian's arc Kind of began and ended in tts so i just see vat7k as a way of expanding on stuff he already has learned yet not rlly like. rehashing stuff he should already know

hugo is a little trickier for me bc i think there are a Lot of similarities he shares narratively with eugene (which makes sense given that he was said to have been acquainted with eugene in the past, at least somewhat). they're similar but they're not the Same, so i wouldnt want hugo to just be repeating the same beats that eugene already learned. in my opinion hugo is smug and he thinks somewhat highly of himself, but hes not a bragger. hes not snarky nor will he actively antagonize the group. what reason would he have to? he wants them to like and trust him and i dont rlly see that happening if hes always being a jerk to them haha.

thats all i got for now i think but feel free to ask me abt more stuff if ur interested : )

[silentsockfeet]

with the obvious addendum that act 3 isn’t out yet and we can’t form true opinions until the show’s officially done, i’m still really feeling like it could have maybe benefited from a third season. they’re hitting all the right plot points and those moments are full of really intense emotion, but everything in the middle feels so underwhelming in comparison and so much of it still feels rushed to me. idk

[unhappy-sometimes]

here's a playlist of (mostly) historically accurate love songs that twiyor has most definitely danced to on vinyl: youtube, spotify, apple music

some fast, some slow, some made for dancing, others probably not (but i still like them so i included them anyway), i'll add songs as i think of them

[dykedvonte]

You ever just see a Mouthwashing take that makes you want to bang your head into a wall? I literally just saw someone claim Curly couldn't have been emotionally abused by Jimmy before the crash because he was in a higher position of power than Jimmy.

-Shrimp Anon

The mouthwashing fandom has shown me that people genuinely do believe that certain types of abuse are not as detrimental as other types especially when they deem those immune/resistant, ergo, believing one is objectively worse no matter how it affects the person nor the intersections of power, history and dynamics at play.

Get ready cause this is a yap session:

Cause like it's heavily implied that Curly and Jimmy's friendship was toxic and abusive, pointedly in the direction of how Jimmy uses Curly's belief/comfort in him. Curly wasn't forced to enable Jimmy but he was emotional and mentally on edge around him in almost every scene in some way. Mental and emotional abuse are not contingent on what positions you have at work. Yeah, he's Jimmy's boss but he was Jimmy's friend first and it's like getting into Psych discussion to talk about how social power tends to overshadow any perceived organizational power in the human mind. People are concerned about their jobs ofc but they tend to hang onto and put more value/investment into their personal relationships, hence why there tends to be laws and restrictions around mixing the two.

I always see the sentiments that "Curly is a grown ass man", "Curly is bigger than Jimmy", "Curly is Jimmy's boss", "He just needed a backbone" as criticisms of Curly and while I do agree that on the surface level all of these to be true and viable ways Curly could've taken more control of the situation, I often look at the parallels of Anya and Curly as victims of Jimmy pre/post crash.

The way Jimmy talks to Anya post crash is how he talked to Curly in the pre-crash segments. It's hard to pin-point mainly because we know he hates and wants nothing to do with Anya compared to his contrary but similarly handled obsessions with Curly. It's a weird sort of "honey-moon" effect of abuse Jimmy does in terms of emotional and mental victimization. He is always horrid to Anya, always talking down or questioning her abilities and thoughts in a situation, this of course includes the harassment and assault. However, he has a moment of attempted gentleness/conditioning when he question her about the mouthwash when she's contemplating drinking it at the table. The key difference is he has no personal investment in Jimmy outside wanting nothing to do with him, meaning there is no sort of romanticized version of him that he can condition her off of. He knows this, hence, why he always reverts to trying to make her to scared to oppose him.

This sort of give and take of "kindness" doesn't work on her because she knows he is just doing it to take more from her than whatever he could possibly give but it reflects even the "softer" scenes between him and Curly where he always rewords or rephrases Curly's sentiments and concerns to sound more shallow. He is feigning a deeper understanding by reworking Curly's emotions into something bad and needing to be hidden. Everything is laced with envy and resentment, an outburst just around the corner, I mean he even slams the table in the birthday party scene, a tactic in emotional manipulation to set the victim on edge and cloud their ability to respond. Even if Curly knows Jimmy won't get physical in that moment, the physical actions is intended to make him back down in the confrontation in case it does. This is something that is just not person specific. It ingrains itself into how you interact with the world and life and it shows in major and minor ways with Curly.

Post-crash, the abusive nature is more in tandem to the physical victimization Anya went through and the stripping of voice and autonomy we see take place. Like the parasite in HFIM, Jimmy speaks for Curly most of the time and puts words in his mouth, similarly to how he takes Anya's plans as his own. He very commonly, with the both of them mind you, supplements the worst aspects of himself into them; pettiness, selfishness, lack of understanding... And tries to cover himself with their best qualities; kindness, planning, initiative, etc...

These parallel are just to say that positional power has little to do with if a person can be abused and how it can even be flipped to further the abuse. There is no doubt that Curly could've picked up on Jimmy's envy of his position hence another reason he never confronted him as a Captain but as a friend as doing so would immediately put Jimmy in a space to be confrontational/combative.

I think the disdain some people have when they talk about the heavily implied if not implicitly stated emotional/mental abuse Curly experienced being Jimmy's friend is when treating it as an excuse to why he didn't do more. I can understand that completely because it is not an excuse to why he didn't do more but is a very real reason people in his position in these scenarios can experience whether in the context of a work or social environment. However, I also think the way people talk about it really does demonstrate a bigger problem when talking about abuse when somehow who is/was abused is either part of the issue or enabled it.

Harkening back to the sentiments about Curly's inaction regarding Jimmy, I think the exact phrases I used/have seen show how there is an inherent belief that it is easier to overpower the effects of emotional/mental abuse that go in tandem with the perception of Curly as someone who should be able to. There is not an age you suddenly stop being susceptible to abuse nor a set point or low where you realize how it has affected you. You don't suddenly know to stand up or put a face on to face your abuser nor admit that you inadvertently enabled them to subjugate someone else to the same treatment. Maybe it's my psych brain but their is this growing belief that direct action is somehow easy or always the best method with the game shows you instances where it is not always the case. In real life that rings true too. He should have done more, but it's not impossible to see why he struggled to find a way or didn't even if it makes us mad.

It's not easy to suddenly gain a "back-bone". You don't immediately want to resort to aggression, especially if it mirrors the type you were a victim to. You don't want to believe you allowed yourself to be treated this bad, let it get that bad or allowed something bad to happen to someone else. It is easy to be in denial, to retreat to your thoughts or make excuses to avoid the painful truth. It's frustrating but in a way we know is relatable. It why we both hate and love Curly for it. We know we'd be better, we think we'd be better, we like to think we wouldn't falter in the same ways but it's always easier to say that from the outside looking in. It's easy to see what he was doing wrong because we are seeing it, not him, but the game really does make you picture what you would do if this was your raw reality and it's why this debate about Curly seems so never ending/contradictory. We can all say what we'd do but bottom line is that's much different when you're in the moment with all the emotions and human feelings attached.

I personally think Mouthwashing tackles the themes of rape culture, enabling, toxic masculinity, types of abuse and patriarchy in ways that are meant to deconstruct the typical straightforward views we mostly have of these concepts and how little subtilities of them are just as, if not more, detrimental than the overt/obvious parts. The game deals with the idea of little details and bigger picture in a way to show that sometimes the bigger picture is not the issue but the little details that make it up. It's why I have a personal dislike of depictions of Jimmy as the typical horrible person who would of course do something like this because the game is about noticing the little warning signs, the foreshadowing and foresight.

It's why I dislike the typical discussion of "bro code" and "boys will be boys" for the game because the game makes a point to avoid the standard depictions of such. It is about the type of men who still enable despite not condoning, agreeing or even perpetuating harmful beliefs because they can't see the little details or the ways it seeps into their everyday. The severity is not obvious to them as it was not obvious to Curly, Swansea or even Daisuke the way it was to a woman like Anya. There are little details about Jimmy that should ring alarms but if you are too naive like Daisuke, too distant like Swansea or too conditioned like Curly, they are just off markers.

There is 100% more constructive/concise ways to say "Curly was a victim of Jimmy's abuse on an emotional and mental aspect that clouded his judgements and perceptions in the scenario" while also critiquing on the side of "Curly still had a responsibility to protect Anya as a crew mate and Captain that he failed to do due to biases and stigma's he failed to surpass" without the weird condemnation people give him about should've knowing better than to let himself be manipulated by a person he considered a close, if not family/best-friend and had his own reasons to trust initially. Also stop being weird about victims of abuse in general with this fandom, like sorry not everyone has a like social epiphany the moment someone's nasty to them. People are treating it like you immediately know when you are in a toxic relationship immediately or comprehend when a person is actively dangerous and either it's your fault for not knowing how to leave/cut them off or you deserve it. Like the hypocrisy of people believing how certain fans treat the story reflect their irl views but not their own is crazy.

End statement is: I honestly don't even know man, I've been writing this too long and just like no man on that ship was perfect or really helped Anya when it mattered and I feel like pitting them against each other in discussion on who did the least or most or how it was justified sucks cause in the end Anya always did the most and best thing for herself.

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm so annoyed. @kingcrow01 tumblr ate your ask about Danny's opinion on the League. tumblr i pressed 'save draft' why didn't you sAVE DRAFT.

ANyways I'm making a post instead. For everyone else, the ask was in summary:

What was Danny's opinion on the League now that he's left it? If he missed the familiarity of it, if he recognized the cult-like behavior inside it, and if he now detested his grandfather.

And to answer (again, grrr): It's complicated! We love complicated <3. Yeah, Danny does miss the familiarity of the League, it was still his home for the first ten years of his life and he has a lot of memories there. Plenty of good along with the bad, and while he's less homesick than he was when he was 10, it still hits him like a truck at random intervals.

Sam, Tucker, and Jazz are great, and he likes the Drs. Fentons enough that he's contemplated murdering Vlad for his meddling, but if he wants to eat the same food his mother used to make him and Damian, he has to do it himself and he can't get the taste right. No one knows arabic so he speaks it to himself because he doesn't want to forget his mother tongue, and he has a few books too. Frankly? He genuinely misses training.

Getting to use Sam's gym helps with his restlessness, same with training with Maddie, but he has no one on or above his level to go against other than his mother. And he only sees her twice a year at most. He knows that he's getting stagnant and he fucking despises it like a bad itch he can't scratch.

He feels conflicted about missing the League, however, since by now he recognizes the flaws and what was wrong with it, and he recognizes that it was cult-like. But even that is kinda, hrm, complicated? If this was a fic I would be able to go better into depth about what he has and hasn't unlearned because cult deprogramming is hard and Danny's doing most of this on his own.

Sam, Tucker, and Jazz have helped with the more obvious stuff: like the ecofascism, the disregard for human life, his emotional constipation; the more obvious stuff that shows in his behavior and personality. But none of them are professionals nor do they actually know the full extent of what Danny's life in the League was like. They only have snapshots since Danyal is very tight lipped about it. So they can only help with what they see themselves through Danny's behavior or word of mouth.

But in summary: He sees, for the most part, what's wrong with the League and disagrees with some of the stuff they do now. But he's very conflicted, and trying to dissect his feelings on the League confuses him. His protests about it whenever Sam and Tucker joke about it have at this point become mostly empty (altho it still causes him some discomfort), and its an inside joke between them three.

As for Ra's? Despises him. If only because Ra's wanted him to kill his little brother -- thinking about his motives with the League confuses Danny, cognitive dissonance and stuff, -- a lot of his hatred stems from "He wanted me to fight my baby brother to the death. I destroyed my relationship with Damian because of him, I had to fake my death and leave my home, and I will never meet my father or see my brother again because of him. Fuck that guy."

[transmaverique]

amab and afab, if they were used as shorthand for the actual full phrases that they signify, with emphasis on the "assigned" part, and an understanding that they are enforcements of normative (ie, dyadic and cisgender and binary) sex, would be like. really useful. but people took the terms and started using them as shorthand FOR normative sex instead of the ENFORCEMENT OF normative sex. so when other trans people (almost always dyadic trans people) ask for your agab they are almost always asking for your Original Genital Situation. your starting point, so to say. and the reason FOR asking is also almost always bc they are trying to also enforce a certain kind of normativity within queer spaces (which is stupid bc being queer is inherently non-normative but here we are). like, you cant be a lesbian if you're ftm, bc you ARE m, so if you ARE a lesbian, then that means you're lying about some aspect of your identity. does that make sense?

it is always always always incredibly.... i do not trust dyadic trans people that use cagab terms, even moreso than i do not trust dyadic trans people that just use agab terms. agab is also coopted intersex language, but the "coercive" part of cagab SPECIFICALLY refers to medical "intervention" of intersex characteristics, such as "corrective" surgeries and hrt. i am deeply fucking suspicious of any dyadic trans person that uses those terms exactly the same as described above, even moreso if they do so bc "all gender is coercive".

like. yeah. that's true. but you use these terms to erase and overtake intersex discussions on the medical abuse of intersex infants. and i cant help but wonder why you would feel the need to do that.

[al-luviec]

juvie buddies

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

a smile would be nice