#mr knight icons

[60sgeek]

Moon Knight Icons

Like. Reblog.

Source/s: Moon Knight (1998)

[bi-dykes]

Moonshine Bisexual Flag 🌙 💕

Meant to match my Moondust Bisexual Flag!

Bonus: The most Moon Characters Ever

[age-of-moonknight]

“Case Number: 004 ‘Who Is Victor Shade?’” Avengers Inc. (Vol. 1/2023), #4.

Writer: Al Ewing; Penciler and Inker: Leonard Kirk; Colorist: Alex Sinclair; Letterer: Cory Petit

[nefarious-616-necromancer]

[oscarisaacedit]

𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 🖤

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#oscarisaacedit #oscarisaachernandezestrada #oscarisaacfanpage #oscarisaac #oscarisaacposter #posterdesign #poster #photoshoot #pfp #pfpicon

[talkfastcal]

hmm

[merlucide]

COUPLE COSTUMES W/ BLLK BOYS!

notes: ITS HALLOWEEN!! yippee!! Trying out a different style ig so??

characters: Shidou, Bachira, Isagi, Reo, Sendou, Rin, Aiku

warnings: fem!reader, can be read as Gn! Tho:) flirting in aiku’s! light cursing

SHIDOU RYUSEI 

angel + devil

Can’t go wrong with this classic! Ryusei is the one who suggested this costume, saying “Babe you’ve already got the horns sooo,” you smacked him for that. Though you did wear the devil costume while he went as the angel. Which it was a bit funny because it’s the total opposite of you two. You both ran around in the dark crowded streets, without a care in the world. Iconic, I fear.

BACHIRA MEGURU

Stitch + Angel (Lilo + Stitch)

Bachira has ALWAYS dressed up for Halloween, in fact, skipping out would be a crime! He loves animated movies and Lilo + Stitch was like a comfort movie to him. You both ordered the onsies a size to big so you guys would be drowning in it. You guys got a couple strange looks while out trick-or-treating by some younger kids. One kid told you guys “You’re too old for trick-or-treating!” To which your stubborn boyfriend’s response was “Nuh uh!”They were just jealous that your costumes were better 😘

ISAGI YOICHI

Bo Peep + Woody (Toy Story)

He wasn’t really planning on dressing up, maybe going as men in black but that’s as creative Yoichi gets. So you obviously decided the costumes, which had his mom fawn at how cute you both were (thanks Mrs Isagi!). You looked all darlin’ in your big hoop skirt and bonnet, and Yoichi in his cow print vest and signature cowboy hat. For pictures, he was stiff as a board—but we still love him!

MIKAGE REO

Victor + Emily (Corpse Bride)

Now Reo is 101% onboard for couple costumes. Are you kidding me?! It’s his DREAM.(ahem, following behind winning the World Cup and a few other things, but yk) And Reo, being the romantic that he is, adored the costume idea the second you suggested it! He stayed perfectly still while you applied some eyeliner and contoured his face, watching you with a soft blush. He is absolutely mesmerized at your costume, how you manage to pull of anything never fails to amaze him. Your friends and fans blew up social media with posts about how cute you looked, calling it “couple goals!”

SENDOU SHUTO

Wanda + Cosmo (Fairly OddParents)

Now, Sendou was against the idea, saying “…yeah that’s.. neat… but I’d look cooler as like a knight yk?”. To which you retorted with how it’s perfect for the two of you! So, a few fairly oddparents episodes later, and a bit of buttering him up, he agreed. And he ended up loving it! Feels a bit embarrassed about the fairy wings n all, but anything for his baby!

ITOSHI RIN

Robin + Starfire (DC titians)

The second you said “Couple Costume” Rin immediately shut you down. He loves you, really he does—just maybe not enough to torture himself in a cheesy Spirit Halloween costume. Oh… shit- well, maybe he does… He caved in but refused, REFUSED to wear the Teen Titans version, only the Nightwing one. He needs to look cool at least okay?? Thinks you look real pretty in your costume, maybe he’ll tell you, maybe he won’t. 🤭

OLIVER AIKU

Cat + Mouse

Yes it’s basic, but it’s cute, okay? Or it just works with the dynamic.. shh! The costume was his idea, if you couldn’t have figured it out. He had other ideas, that were, um, less appropriate. sir this is a Halloween party, not the strip club. He calls you his “little mouse” all night, along with plenty of lewd n’ crude, flirty remarks designed to get you flustered. But oh, how the tables turn when you make a bold, sneaky move to catch him off guard. Now you can smirk and say, “What? Cat got your tongue?”

FEEDBACK ALWAYS APPRECIATED!!

made October 31st 2024

[pyjamacryptid]

so like, do you ever think about the similarities between Gwaine and Will (from Ealdor)? And their respective friendship with Merlin? Because, dude, I’ve been thinking about it all week.

These two would've been friends, I'm sure of it.

Gwaine makes the most iconic character introduction of the series, gets stabbed, continues to be a menace, and then he and Merlin bond over their fathers, and lack thereof.

Gwaine is cynical about nobility, especially Kings. As we know, his father was a knight who died in battle in Carleon’s name, and the King repaid his family with nothing.

Then you’ve got Will. Will - the most iconic man from Ealdor, which is a tall order when your mate’s Merlin, Mr “Greatest Sorcerer To Have Ever Walked The Earth” who is also from Ealdor. He greets Merlin like “your kind ain’t welcome here….. lol jk bring it in”, and then immediately squares up with Arthur, who’s kind - as far as Will is concerned - is definitely not welcome here.

Merlin reveals that Will’s issues with Arthur run deeper than how they first appear. Will, too, had a father that died in battle in service to, most likely, a King. The majority of it is inferred to the audience and we’re encouraged to make our own conclusions.

It’s very likely that Will and Gwaine share very similar backgrounds. I’m not sure that Will’s father was a knight, it’s more probable that he was a soldier of some kind and not of noble birth. Regardless of whatever rank he held, there’s overlap: a father was in service to a king, died in service to that king, that king left the family with nothing as thanks, and the son is left a cynic with no trust for people with fancy titles.

Another parallel is that in both 1x10 and 3x04, Will and Gwaine leave. For different reasons, of course. Will leaves because he refuses to fight for Arthur, a noble, and Gwaine leaves because he stood up to “nobles” bullying Merlin and was banished by Uther for it.

And then they both come back, to Merlin’s delight. Will comes back, risking his life, because it’s not about fighting for Arthur; it’s about fighting for Ealdor, his village, and to fight beside Merlin. Gwaine comes back, risking the consequences of his banishment, because he knew Arthur was in danger and Merlin likely would need some help.

But like, do you think Merlin, after Will’s death and since meeting Gwaine, sees these similarities between his two friends? Not just in experiences but personality? We only got one episode with Will, and we met him during a really desperate time, so the guy was probably stressed to the roots of his hair; and it was also after Merlin returned after moving away. So, Will - though happy to see him - was still cross after feeling abandoned. We didn’t get to see more of Will’s personality outside of that, but we know he was fiercely loyal, cynical, considered people’s lives worth more than material wealth or glory, outspoken and unafraid to tell a prince to fuck off, and one for banter (i.e. how he welcomed Merlin home).

Do you think Merlin saw Gwaine’s joking nature, his fierce loyalty, his criticisms of nobility and how he considered titles unimportant compared to who a person was on the inside, and thought of Will?

And, what if Merlin, late at night and lying in bed, thought that - if they’d ever gotten the chance to meet - Gwaine and Will would’ve been good friends.

…. anyway, that’s what’s plagued me for 6 days.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

this is a neat one! I /think/ this might be the first reference to Mr. Freeze's tragic dead wife backstory in mainline DC continuity, or at least the first one I've caught.

Freeze had been around since 1959 (known at Mr. Zero, until he was renamed by the 1966 Batman TV series) but didn't get his iconic backstory until a 1992 episode of Batman: the Animated Series titled "Heart of Ice." the new backstory stuck immediately, further cemented by Freeze's depiction in the 1997 movie Batman & Robin just a few years later.

despite that it seems to have taken a while to migrate into Batman comics proper. a promotional one-shot graphic novel (Batman: Mr. Freeze) retelling Freeze's origin was released for the 1997 movie, taking place in its own continuity outside of thee movie or comics. so unless I've missed something, I think this issue (Legends of the Dark Knight #121) might be the first time we see Nora as an integral part of Freeze's character! fitting, since Freeze's appearance is VERY in line with his BTAS design

especially compared to the hulking look he was sporting in one of his most recent appearances prior in Shadow of the Bat #75.

nothing really substantial to say about all of this, I just think it's very neat reading comics from this era and watching influential pieces of lore come into play :3

[norwegiankafka]

Hiii can I request Owen ( windbreaker) childhood friends to lovers fic please??? 🥹

Little Things [Owen Knight, Fluff]

Synopsis: What if he actually fell for the person that has been there, all along?

a/n 𖦹 finally! I never write for the childhood best friend to lovers prompt, but I'm trying my best. I hope you liked it. Not beta-ed (too long lmfao). Hope anon like it! :3

tw & cw ✰ cursing.

It's so Owen, calling late at night. Like he didn't give a fuck whether you are sleeping or not. A habit of his, exists since you and him were a teenager.

"What the fuck do you want in the fucking middle of the night, Mr. Knight?" You snapped right when you hit the accept button.

"Whoa, chill. I just arrived today and the first thing you did is to curse me? Poor me,"

"Ugh, fine. Tell me what happened," You sigh exasperatedly. Just, please.

"Shelly and Jay kissed in front of me. Like- I don't even know what to say. I'm shocked. Did Shelly really love that guy? I don't know what she sees in him, for real."

"And I don't know what's worth in you for Shelly to see. Oi, get over her. Why bother winning her heart back when you already know who has her heart? You just love hurting your own feelings, just say it at this point, you know that?"

"Your words burns like hell. I always tell you I have a promise with Shelly when I was a kid-"

"This promise, that promise," You cut his words. "That thing happened when you were a kid. It's nothing serious. Get over it. I'm tired of you venting about a girl who doesn't even think about you. I had class in 6. You're free to vent after that."

Just like that, you hang up your call.

—

He, started to wait for your reply. Normally, he checks his phone ever so slightly when he's bored or Shelly isn't around to bug. He often forgots where he puts the phone. Without him realizing things, he checks his phone more often. Waits for that messaging app icon to appear on his phone. Waiting for your name to pop up on his screen. He pulls his phone under his desk when he's in class, turned them on to check whether you replied or not. Will 100% turn them off again when there is no reply or chat from you, or will 100% reply at the same second you sent the text. An Exhibit.

A lot of things reminds him of you. In a lot of occasion, but he always tries to brush it off. He saw an ice cream that you said you wanna try, but never had the time. He tried the ice cream, just to taste whether it tastes good or not. So he can tell you later. (Or maybe ask you for an ice cream date, but best friends didn't do that.) Hey. At least if back in England they didn't have this exact flavor so you (and him) can try it out too, he had a reason to text you later. Two exhibits.

A lot of things reminds him of you. When both of you were kids, you eat ice creams a lot. Cold and flu were no stranger to you and Owen. But among all ice creams that you ever tried, Chocomint. It's a weird flavor, however. Tastes cool and minty but also sweet at the same time. He genuinely thought you're weird and your tastebuds is broken. Who the hell thought this was a delicious flavor? An atrocity made of different shit put together. All that thought end once he walked around stores in Seoul.

There's varieties of chocomint flavored food. Hey, it's not gonna hurt to try few, right? (Cue: He tried all of them. He didn't like it. He had the reason to annoy you by saying chocomint tastes like shit.)

He hates reading. It bore him a whole lot when teachers tell students to read. He hates reading in english, so do Korean. (He barely understands everything). One day, he walked past a bookstore, with a book on sale that day. He feels oddly familiar with the cover, even if he hates reading. He remembers that it's the book that you literally worshipped and said that it's so good he should consider read it too. Without any second thoughts, the book is on the counter and ready to be taken home. He finished the book in a week (pretty fast for a person who hates reading, lol), and silently weeping for the main character. He admits, it's a good book. Three exhibits.

He bikes a lot by himself. It's usually in the afternoon, around the time sun is starting to set. He likes that time a lot, the wind is warm but not too hot, and still feels breezy. After going around for an hour, he sat by the nearest river. Doing nothing, just watching until the sun fully set and it's time for him to go home.

When Owen and you were a kid, you liked to play outside. Doing lots of things. Biking, hide and seek, things. When the sun starts to set, you will sit wherever, as long as you can watch the sunset. A familiar feeling and habit, with him. Four exhibits.

Without him realizing, he's falling in love. All of the things you did together. All the time you were together as kids. All the time you grew up together, going to the same school. He fell in love with the you that has been there all along while he chase for Shelly.

—

Knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door. What kinds of people come so fuckin late at night? You opened the door.

Owen is standing. His eyes bore to the hallways, as if he avoids your gaze. He clears his throat awkwardly.

"Promise you're not gonna be awkward with me?" is the first sentence out of his mouth. He avoids your gaze, looking somewhere else. He took a deep breath before starting the next sentence. "It's you. It has always been you," He stares deeply into your eyes. He felt nervous, but he, for sure, is sure about his feelings. Right now. Is he scared? Maybe yes. He is. But he never felt so certain in life.

"Huh?" You hum confusedly. Who the hell isn't when your best friend come to your doorway and saying weird shit at late nights.

"I.. like you. Like, a lot,"

Your gaze softens after you're realizing he's trying to confess. Fuck. So all these years were not in vain? All of these years you watched him falling for Shelly, but it turned out he fell for you? Really? God must be joking.

"Me too," You break the silence between the two of you. "I like you, too. Since a long time ago," your breath hitched.

Owen loves you. He always do.

You're the reason he kept a random rock in his bedroom because it looks like a heart (and you're the one who gave it). The reason he wears a particular color because you told him it emphasizes his eye color. The reason he listens to a particular indie band, because you told him their lyrics is poetic as hell. (He hates bands, but who cares).

You're the reason for so many little things in his life, that he didn't think about much, but makes his life worth living. You.

"C-can we.. kiss?" For the first time in your life, you see Owen stuttered. His cheeks and ears heat up, painting the pale skin with faint tint of pink.

You chuckled softly, "Sure."

His long, pale hands cradled your head softly. As if it was the most frail thing. Without any rush, without any urge, he pulls himself closer to you. He tilts his head to the side slightly, adjusting his position before putting his lips on yours.

He settles his lips on yours, slowly and softly sucking on your lower lips. Owen tastes like the americano he drank before biking. Bitter and slightly sweet from the candy he finished before knocking on your door. You, on the other hand, tastes like mint. Tastes like the toothpaste you used before opening the door. The cool and minty scent lingers in your mouth.

The kiss is not good. It isn't like how people potrayed them in movies or novels—but it's perfect and special. Because you shared them with Owen.

Both of you pulled back after few seconds, looking at each other in love and adoration while the moon shines through. You smiled softly, patting his shoulder. "It's late. Go home, okay?"

Owen nods. "Sure do," He gives a light peck in your right cheek. "I'll text you when I got home. Good night." Owen ruffles your hair softly, as he puts on his helmet.

Owen smiles to himself all the way home. He is sure and certain about his own feelings this time, and he's right.

[romanreignseater]

Mr. WrestleMania

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut, smut and more smut. A little honorable mention fluff; but very brief

“After a flawless victory at his 3rd Main Event at WrestleMania, your Tribal Chief deserved three special treats.”

A/N: Had to write this in honor of our Tribal Chief retaining last night, I was real nervous, and was even setting myself up for failure. But, I’LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN 😭!!

GIF: @doinggreat

“Acknowledge me.” His wispy voice brought chills to your body.

“Cut! Great job baby.”

“Thank you babe, don’t forget to post that.”

Here he was, your husband, Roman Reigns. Still reigning supreme and he’s just getting started.

Whether or not people are upset Roman won, you’ll always and forever be proud of him.

Kudos to the white knight, but it wasn’t his time. “You already know how I do mama.” His hands grip your waist and a chaste kiss was placed upon your lips. Your smile as bright as ever and his eyes lighting up at your beauty.

“My Tribal Chief?” The voice of the wiseman interrupted your serene moment with your man. “Yes wiseman?”

“The Escalade is ready for you and Y/N to take you back to the hotel.” “Thanks wiseman! Now… vanish.” Your arms wrapped tightly around Roman’s right bicep. “Of course.” And with that, the wiseman was left scurrying.

“Why do you have to be so nasty to him?” Roman laughed as he witnessed you verbally abuse his special counsel. “I’m not nasty with him, but I wanna be nasty to you.” Your hands grip the neck of his shirt and your face centimeters away from his.

“Ohhh, that’s how you feel?!” Your Tribal Chief couldn’t contain his desire for your dominance.

“That’s exactly how I feel.” You said almost immediately.

His brow arched into a questioning look. “And exactly how are you gonna do that?!” A gasp slid passed your lips as he roughly pulled you in by your hips, so there was no space between you. His large hands quickly travelled down to your plump ass, which was waiting to be grasped.

His hands squeezed and released your supple cheeks as you looked him up in his eyes and bit your lip. “You haven’t answered me mama?!” Your eyes began searching his as his hands still worked their magic…

“You are an icon, you are a Hall of Famer, you are the one, and you ARE the Greatest. Of. All. Time, and that’s why you deserve to fuck my throat tonight.” Roman’s couldn’t contain his smile. By god, did he love a woman who can hype him on his accomplishments and speak so dirty to him at the same damn time.

“Reallyyyyy?! Anything else?” Your smile couldn’t contain itself either. “Why, of course there is. What kind of woman would I be if I didn’t give you a proper way to celebrate tonight’s victory?”

“So… Mrs. Reigns, in what other ways are you gonna treat me?!” Both of your smirks seemed to never falter from each others face. “Well Mr. WrestleMania… I know you love how much I taste, so I was planning for you eat my cunt with a little strawberries and whipped cream.”

Roman grunted at the thought of having you spread open with whipped cream sprawled all over your sweet cunt.

His voice became deeper and huskier, “What else?”

“What else?! Baby, you already know how I get down when I’m treating you.” You smiled.

You took care of Roman very well, at home, all over the world, and especially in the bedroom, or floor, or kitchen counter, or the living room couch. It doesn’t matter where, you knew how to please your man and make him feel like the king he already is.

You went on your tippy toes to reach his ear. “And I’m gonna ride that dick. All. The. Way. Back. Home.” You fell back on your feet to look him in his eyes and gauge his reaction. “Thanks.” His random vow of appreciation to you stumped your mind, you were confused as to what he was thanking you for.

“Ummm, for what baby?!”

“For being here for me throughout this entire journey, being by my side, and uplifting me all the way.” He walked away from you and towards the chair where his belts laid.

“This is for you, and all the work you do. And before I beat the brakes off that pussy up in that hotel room tonight, I just needed to let you know how much you mean to me and you’ve made me into the man I am today. Without no Y/N, there would be no Roman Reigns or Joe Anoa’i, and I wouldn’t be operating at this level without you, so thanks mama.”

Your eyes became misty thinking about how far he’s come and the absolute success and power he has earned. “You’re welcome baby, I really appreciate that!”

You both smiled at one another, but his faded quickly. He stepped up to as you back away, you backed away so far you hit the wall.

“I meant what I said when I’m gonna beat the brakes off of my pussy.” You gulped what felt like your last breath. As he left you breathless, he grabbed bag for you and headed toward the door.

“Shall we, my queen?”

You looked as his inviting bent arm, and nodded.

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Later on, you both arrived at the hotel after a long, hot, and steamy make out session in the back of the Escalade.

Thank god there was a curtain separating you guys from the driver.

On the 50th floor, you and your man took a shower together. Washing each others bodies, and groping one another.

But now, Roman’s ass was pressed against the bathroom counter, and you were on your knees.

You looked up at your Tribal Chief as you stroked his member and cupped his balls. “Couldn’t wait to get me up here, huh?!” Your smile couldn’t leave your face as you reminisce on the utter urgency you felt on pleasuring your man and rushing him up to the room. The elevator felt like it wasn’t going anywhere.

But soon, your smile faltered, your eyes darken, and your ministrations on his cock begin to quicken. His puffy, pink lips trapped between his pearly, white teeth as he watched you abused his cock.

Roman hissed as you roughly rubbed your thumb against his tip. “You like that daddy?!” Who am I kidding, I know you do.” Your voice set into a sultry tone wanting to seduce him as much as possible.

Your lips soon engulf the head of his dick and began suckling his sweet, fat tip. Roman’s eyes rolled to back of his head as he indulged in the savory feeling of you pleasuring him.

“Oh my god… do that shit baby girl, do that shiiitt.” His tongue passed over his top lip, and he placed his right hand on your head to fasten your movements.

You bobbed you head back and forth, as you knew the throat fucking was starting to begin.

You relaxed your throat, sat on your shins, and placed your hands on Roman’s thick thighs. Roman ceased his lean against bathroom counter and stood up straight.

“You ready baby?!” You sent for a go with a thumbs up. You felt dizzy as Roman’s huge hands were clasped against both sides of your head. Your tongue laid flat against the underside of his cock and your mouth agape.

Roman began pumping his cock in and out of your wet mouth tenderly. Your eyes hung low as you watched the sly expression on his face. “Watch my cock fuck your throat mama.” Already naked from taking a shower together, your pussy wet, and leaking onto the ground.

Your eyes transversed from his eyes to the tanned dick pumping in and out of your mouth. Roman’s left hand clamped the back of your head making a makeshift ponytail, and his right cupped underneath your chin. The inside of his thighs hit your cheeks as he brutally slammed his cock into your mouth.

You gagged, your saliva coating the entirety of his member. Your red painted nails pressed into his thighs as he held a stalemate in your throat. His eyes now set on your hands, waiting for the signal. But, your eyes deep and filled with lust, you let his cock stay still in your throat.

“F-uuuckkkk, you’re gonna let me stay in that throat baby?” Shit, he could live in there for all you care. Roman pulled his cock out of your mouth, and your hand rubbed your pussy. Collecting all of your essence, you then smear your juices all over his dick. His chest rising up and down as you sucked the head of his cock hard. He was quick to make you stand up, and pushed you towards the door.

You crawled on the bed sensually with your back arched, and your ass propped up. You quickly maneuvered to your back and spread your legs open. Your honey essence covering the expansion of your spread thighs.

“Fuckkkk, that pussy real wet for me huh?!” Your eyes shifted immediately to the strawberries and whipped room service left on the nightstand. Roman’s eyes followed and flew to the berries and cream. (I’m a little lad who loves berries and cream; I couldn’t help it 😭).

A plump, red strawberry was vastly put up against your lips. And as you opened your lips, you darted your tongue out to sensually grasp the sweet fruit. The juices burst into a flavorful explosion inside of your mouth. The whipped cream canister was shook by the Tribal Chief as he lowered his head to your cunt.

“I ain’t even have dinner yet baby, but I’m skipping straight to dessert.”

The noisy canister explodes whipped cream around your cunt, and a dollop on your clit. The can was throw across the room, and the menace immediately licked up the cream around your pussy. His tongue pointed out, scoped the cream on your clit; just narrowly hitting your sensitive spot.

His lips wrapped around his cunt ever so delightfully, and his abuse began. He lapped up your juices from your flowing center and sucked it up. “Mmmmmm.” Your lips pressed together as you revel in the pleasure. Roman continued his ministrations; continually lapping up your sweet nectar.

“Oh my god, don’t stop dadd-…” Just as you were mid sentence, Roman licked a bold stripe from your hole up to your heated clit. Your body shivered living in the sensation. “Who said I was gonna stop baby?!” His mouth enclosed your pussy as he spoke those words.

He kept licking and licking and licking your sensitive, pulsing clit. “Hol-yyyy shittt, right there, *grunt*, right FUCKING there!” Your legs quaked as your climax took over you. As you were catching your breath, the Tribal Chief stole it with a heavy kiss. The dizzy feeling in your head didn’t prolong when Roman soon dragged your legs to the edge of the bed.

He spread them all the way open, almost ready to dive in again. But, you stopped him.

“Baby… I told you I was gonna ride yo ass all the way back home, and I meant what I said.” His hands lifted up in surrender and marched his way to the middle of the large hotel bed.

Your thighs encased each side of his and you lowered yourself onto his cock. You both moaned as you ease his length into your throbbing cunt. “I’m gonna take you there baby.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Taking his words as a threat you began pounding onto your man’s lap, taking his dick real good. As you rode him, you made sure to squeeze his dick with your pussy to increase the pleasure and pressure. You pushed him to lay flat on the bed and kept your hands on his burly chest. You rode him faster and faster; his teeth clenched together enjoying the moment of ecstasy.

“Mmmmm, ride that fuckin’ dick mama.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and slammed yourself continuously on his member. Roman grabbed two handfuls of your ass and guided your rough fucking session. Your moans booming through the room and the wet slapping sounds clouded the air. Roman’s eyes hit the back of his head as he reached his high.

His cum filled up your entire pussy as you released as well. You got off of Roman and cuddled up to his side. “That was exactly what I needed after today.” You caressed his beard and stared at him lovingly. “It’s what you deserve.”

Your smiles heavy as you both drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

Then. Now. Forever. Together

THE END!!

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[yall-batman-fanfic]

The Three-Way Relationship - Batman/Bruce Wayne x Magician!OC

Synopsis: Months after the events of their first meeting, Bruce and Vivian Pryer started seeing each other more than usual and eventually started dating. While their relationship deepens and becomes known amongst their peers and Gotham, there are still secrets between them: Batman. Rather, the identity of the Dark Knight. As her relationship with Bruce becomes more and more serious, the Batman's visits have been frequent to her home as well. Is it considered cheating if she was seeing two men who share the same body and mind?

I wouldn't want to be her therapist this week.

Vivian has been in a polygamous relationship when she was a teenager. It has its ups and downs, and after that experience, she realized she wasn't into the whole juggling two people in a relationship. One tends to get more needy and jealous despite saying the opposite, and she just got tired with the whole thing entirely. Maybe it was just a phase for her, she salutes those who can make it work.

But almost ten years later, she found herself in a relationship with two people. Both knew, of course, about her infatuation for them, but she didn't realize it wouldn't be so complicated to date two people who were just the same person.

~*~

He came to the amphitheater-style classroom where she was teaching about how icons become symbols, showing rows of symbols across history, asking her class at random what it meant as a symbol and what it was as an icon before, Poseidon's trident became the symbol of the devil's pitchfork or how a snake became a symbol used for medicine. Bruce tried to be as discreet as possible but as soon as he entered the room, a couple of students did a double take at his direction and were giggling. He smiled their way and made a gesture to keep quiet while having a teasing smile.

They knew what he meant, he'd been a visitor of Professor Vivian Pryor's at Gotham University for a while now. He would come to pick her up in his black Lamborghini with chocolates but usually coffee. He noticed how Vivian liked the combination more than the flowers. And there are times when he would personally make pizza deliveries for her whenever she would joke about craving for one. Of course, he'll get her something from authentic Italian restaurants in Little Italy.

Returning his gaze to the front, Bruce saw the entire class' attention was now in his direction, including Professor Pryor who couldn't help but bite her lip to stop the smile from forming. She was supposed to be a serious professor who doesn't let her personal life get mixed in her job but how could she not smile when Bruce Wayne came all the way from Wayne Tower just to see her? Still dressed in his business suit that showed his muscular physique.

"Mr. Wayne, if you're going to join us, please sit down," she told him as she leaned on her desk, arms crossed over her chest. Bruce found that pose to be attractive, with her hair tied to a loose bun, and her clothes that always made her stand out in the department. She would be the only female professor in the department who wore high-waisted, tweed pants, paired with a button-up blouse tucked in, then sometimes she wore a vest this time she opted not to, and her blazer, which Bruce would admit has seen better days but it was her favorite, and then heeled boots. She was every university boy's daydream. Well, looking at the class, some girls too were admiring her.

"My apologies, Professor Pryor," Bruce took the closest empty seat and gestured for her to continue.

"Right," Vivian sent a teasing look his way and then one that got her students back on track as she tapped on her laptop to show the next slide. Pushing up her glasses she started again with her lecture, now showing how symbolism worked in artwork. "How about we try something that's more contemporary?" She pressed the key.

Bruce frowned slightly, not because of a bad memory or something related to the Batman's work, but because of the symbol that was being projected. The famous blue, red, and yellow "S".

"What can you say about this symbol?" Vivian asked them.

Answers from the students were "hope", "truth", and "justice", then there's that one who said: "Luke's Monday jerk-off material!" laughter erupted in the crowd, and then someone called out: "fuck you!"

Vivian calmed the class but kept the light atmosphere as she continued: "Hope, truth, justice, that's all true, but before that -- before that became Superman, that was the family crest of the House of El, the family of Superman, from the planet of Krypton." She showed the clipping written by Lois Lane. "From a family sigil, it meant something more to everyone. But maybe to the man wearing it, it's a reminder of who he is and where he came from. Now, this one."

It was a photo of the Bat sign in the dark sky.

The words "fear", and "vengeance".

Good, Bruce thought but his frown deepened.

Then someone called out, "hope". The students turned to her in confusion, and the student continued, "Whenever I see that I know that I'm safe. That the Batman is there to keep me safe. To keep Gotham safe. He gives me hope that it will get better someday."

Vivian smiled and she glanced at Bruce's way before returning her gaze to her student and said, "Thank you, Ms. Ventrix... while there are no resources that the Batman's sigil truly is, we can go back to the origins of the symbol of the bat itself. For many pieces, the bat is linked to the symbol of fear, and our crime-fighting vigilante is continuously using that symbol to strike fear in the hearts of criminals in Gotham. But for those such as Ms. Ventrix, its symbol evolved to a new meaning. Hope. Maybe, when Gotham is no longer as it is now, everyone too will see Batman as that. A symbol for hope."

"Or be a kink. Like Vince dressing up as Joker and his girlfriend the Batman."

Everyone laughed, others cringed at the image.

Bruce wasn’t amused.

The bell rang and all the students were quick to gather their things. As they were packing their things, Vivian called out to remind them about the paper she would be expecting on their latest topic. As they exited the room, Bruce used the least used stairs and went to meet Vivian at the center, as he passed some students were greeting him with, "Hi Mr. Wayne," or "We'll make sure the coast is clear for you, Mr. Wayne! We'll even pull the fire alarm!" He chuckled at that.

Alone in the room, Bruce approached Vivian with a question, "What about you, Professor Pryor, what does the Batman mean to you?"

Vivian took a breath in thought, remembering the first time she formally met the vigilante, and then the next couple of times he visited her new apartment for some help with symbols and some of Riddler's little tricks (just as he promised). "Gotham City. The Batman is Gotham City to me."

"A little vague, don't you think?" Bruce took a bold move and held her by her waist and lifted her so she sat on the table and he settled himself between her legs as he held her close.

"I'm sure you can figure out what it means. Gotta exercise this," she tapped on his temple, "with something that's not charts and diagrams, and numbers, and whatever the hell it is you look at in your big office in Wayne Tower."

"Earlier I had a good view at my office. It was a photo on my phone of you wearing that little black dress that was revealing a little too much. A sight, I hope, is exclusively for me."

Vivian lets him kiss her deeply, and if it weren't for the sound of students' laughter outside she would have risked it there. But she loves her job, and she does like working at Gotham University.

Bruce whined when she pushed him away slightly and sat up, taking him with her. "Ever considered taking the job as a curator in the museum instead?" He joked.

"I'm already working part-time there. Besides, I like teaching," Vivian placed one last kiss on his lips before hopping off the desk to get all the papers that got imprinted on her pants, into her leather document holder and and packed her laptop into her personal bag. "So, what brings you here tonight, Bruce? I don't think we booked something tonight... unless I forgot. Did I say something about going to your archives tonight?"

"No, no -- and aren't you in your writing phase now?" Bruce reminded her. They were walking up the stairs and then out of the classroom as they conversed. "Yeah, I am. Still can't believe it, a couple of months ago I got my first book launched and now I'm starting on the next."

"Personally, I hope you take the time to write this one. Gives me an excuse to visit you often at work and your home, and vice versa."

"You know you can always do that even when I finish it, right?"

Yes, he can, he kept reminding himself. It took a while for him to come to terms that he was actually in a steady relationship with a woman who wasn't in his line of work. His nightly work. He had a couple of flings, some girls he took on dates to keep the persona of the billionaire-playboy, better to have an image of a playboy than a problematic billionaire who is bad in relationships. The press would have a field day on that.

There are nights when he would still remind himself that this was good. Even Alfred would remind him that he deserves this happiness with Vivian Pryor whenever his butler and surrogate father would find him brooding after every date or a call whenever he was wearing the cowl in the streets.

"We didn't have anything booked tonight. I just happened to have a free schedule tonight and I know you don't have anything booked this evening so I thought a spontaneous dinner would be nice -- and I know that you're a planner type of person but a little spontaneity is good. It sparks up inspiration."

"And keeps the romance interesting?" She teased. They were near the faculty's office, and a couple of her co-workers greeted her and Bruce, some were his old professors too when he attended Gotham University. When they were alone, Vivian got on her toes and placed a kiss on his lips. She can't get enough of him. "I'll just put these away then I'll meet you here for our spontaneous dinner. And let's keep the theme and try something new, something you've been thinking of for a while now."

Bruce smirked. "I don't think that's appropriate for dinner, but we can skip dinner, head to your place and just have take-out."

Vivian laughed. He loved hearing her laugh. If he was ever asked what that laugh ever meant to him, he would say, "serenity", "happiness", "fulfillment", and --

"Via, hey!"

Bruce's smile fell as a man exited the faculty room, a colleague of Vivian's, who happens to be an admirer of hers. He heard from a couple of students who would give him some gossip in the school about what they thought of their professor dating billionaire Bruce Wayne, and the name of a man would come up every time, and would be beside the words "admirer" and "department power-couple". The latter thought was just a joke made by the students to boost the man's esteem to ask out Professor Pryor, but he was too late now.

"Justin, hi!" Vivian faced the man. "Heading home?"

"Just getting dinner, I was wondering if you wanted to join me like old times -- you know, stop by the food truck for some burgers on the way to the bus stop," said Professor Justin Kirk.

"Sorry," Bruce spoke. "Vivian and I have plans tonight."

"Right. So, is your coming here gonna be a regular thing? Because parking is for students and faculty," Kirk said.

Bruce frowned.

"Justin!" Vivian chastised him.

Kirk raised his hands in surrender and then sidestepped his way while saying, "Kidding! Gotta go, Via! Enjoy the night!"

"He's getting on my nerves," said Bruce. "How about we head back to the classroom, lock the door, and let a few rumors slip so he'd get the message."

"I'll be fired for public indecency on campus?" Vivian raised a brow. "And I'd lose all respect from my peers and students?"

Huh, he didn't see that coming.

"Sorry, I didn't think about that -- he just gets on my nerves."

Vivian sighed. "Well, don't. Because it's you who I'll be sharing that food truck burger tonight, not Justin."

Bruce smiled. "Are we really going to get burgers from the food truck?"

"Whatever you want. There's a whole line of food trucks outside," she joked. "Now, let me go so I can drop this off and get my stuff, and then we can leave!"

With a last stolen kiss, Bruce let her go and waited outside. His eyes stared at the door where he could still see the imprint of Vivian's auburn hair. And whenever he thought of Vivian he would always associate her with the power he saw from her that night. The firebird formed as she cast the spell to wake the gargoyles in the crypts to save Batman from Deacon's people. To save him. And whenever he would see that firebird in his dreams it would bring him a sense of warmth and life. Just life itself.

The beeping of his phone had Bruce taking it out to see. Probably just Lucious Fox on the upgrades on the Batmobile. The man had a few ideas in mind that would make the car a force to be reckoned with. But with its latest design, based on the renderings, Bruce said, "it's a tank, Lucius."

"Yes, but a stylish one too. One that fits our dear friend's aesthetic. Don't you think? And yes, it comes in black."

Only, it wasn't Lucius Fox.

"Alfred?" Bruce greeted.

"Master Bruce, I understand that you planned on surprising Professor Pryor tonight but, apologies, there is an escalation in King Tut's case that you might find interesting."

Bruce frowned. "Understood. I'm on my way... but can you do me a favor?"

~*~

Vivian knew what that frown meant when she saw him ending the call. Though she was looking forward to it, she understood what he had to do. This was his life's work after all. Just like her career was her's. When Bruce finally saw her standing there, he had an apologetic look on his face as he said, "there's an emergency. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she forced a smile. She may understand but that doesn't mean she wasn't a bit disappointed. "You go do what you need to do. Hey, don't worry. This was a spontaneous thing, and then something spontaneous came."

"I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"You don't have to." Because you're out there protecting Gotham.

She held her tongue on the last bit. After the incident with Deacon Blackfire, Vivian had her suspicions about Bruce and the masked vigilante, Batman. She noticed it first woth their voice, then how they spoke, their mannerism, and then his smile. To say she had an attention to detail was an understatement. Being perseptive was part of her job description. But she never told him that she knew. Why? She tried answering that herself:

It wasn't her secret tot tell.

It might change everything that they have now and not for the better. Because Vivian knew Bruce, she knows what could possibly run through his head because she too was like than before.

Obsessed.

Anxious.

Self-destructive.

But she found a way to cope. As a girl who lost her mother in the most horrific way, she became obsessed with the occult and dark magic, just to bring her back or find the man who did it. She went on a self-destructive path that brought her and her friends to that certain day and she knew she had to change. So she diverted her obsession on the occult to her first love: history, art, symbols and icons.

It took one horrifying moment to stop herself in that destructive path. But Bruce...

"Let's just put a pin on this. I'll head home, and take the bus." Though she did just miss the one that she usually takes. She'll just hang out at a cafe to wait for the next one.

"No, I'll drive you home. Buy something along the way -- please. I know your bus is gone now. And I'm not leaving you here, stranded. It's getting dark, and you know how Gotham is at night."

For his sanity, she gave in. Taking his hand, Vivian hooked her arm around hiss as they walked out of the building and to his car. As promised, Bruce drove to a fast food of her choosing -- Vivian just chose the closest one on the way -- and drove her home. To her new apartment. This one was more secure and didn't look like it was going to fall apart with one of Riddler, the Joker, or Two-Face's bombs.

After sharing a couple of kisses, and Vivian reminding him of the emergency he needed to go to, she said her goodbye and went inside.

Now, sitting on her couch, eating the chicken tenders and salad Bruce bought her, Vivian decided to grade her students' papers. Better to do that than curse the villain who ruined their plans.

This reminded her of their first date all too well. It was right after the book launch, that Bruce sent a bouquet to the hotel room she and her family were staying at and a dinner invitation. Vivian was nervous when she saw the place, she'd never thought she would ever step foot in that vicinity. Because it was so fancy, she asked help from her father to choose what to wear. While Adam Royce was the type of father who would scare his daughter's boyfriend with a shotgun -- back in Liverpool, he got out all his medals and the knife he used in the field to scare Vivian's boyfriends then -- he was still supportive of his daughter. It was a little weird since Bruce was quite older than her and her father didn't seem to mind it at all.

"You're old enough to make your own decisions now, love," he told her. "But if he breaks your heart, I'll show him a thing or two on what I did in the field."

When the night came for their dinner, Vivian just arrived at the venue when she saw Bruce about to leave. He looked so disappointed and kept apologizing that he had to reschedule because there was an emergency. She didn't ask what, she just smiled and told him it was all right. He offered to drive her back to the hotel but Vivian told him she got that covered.

Vivian didn't go back to the hotel though, she went straight to a bar where she got a pint or two and then took a cab home. Her father knew what disappointment looked like and the smell of someone who had three pints. It took her and her brother, Oliver, to stop him before he got arrested for murdering the Prince of Gotham. Her sister, Olivia, on the other hand, was the enabler. No one messes with her big sister.

As promised, Bruce invited her to another dinner, and this time it went well. They had a good time. But Adam Royce was still not happy with Bruce Wayne for the first date.

"So much for first impressions," Bruce said when Vivian mentioned her father's plans on going all Special Ops on him.

Back in her apartment, she was just about to mark a paper written by her student when she was alerted by the seal at her balcony that someone has come. It was Batman.

"You're leaving the balcony open? Do you know how dangerous that is?" Batman scolded her.

"The evening breeze is nice, and I'm sure you know that my apartment is littered with spells to keep me safe," Vivian dropped her pen to meet him.

"This is Gotham City." He still hasn't stepped into her apartment and only did when she offered him some coffee. But he didn't take the offer, just the invitation inside.

"And Gotham City's my home. I shouldn't be afraid of it."

"You should be."

"Then what's the point of you in that case?" Vivian took her cup. "You know, one of my students said earlier that she feels safer at night knowing that you're out there protecting the city from criminals," she reminded him -- the man behind the mask -- of her class earlier, hoping it would ease his mind. "And I can say the same. Like I said, Gotham City is my home now."

Batman was silent for a moment, a sign that she later realized, after months of interacting with the vigilante, he lost an argument. Better to be silent than admit the loss.

His eyes turned to her coffee table where the papers and her food were. "You're having dinner?" He asked, changing the subject.

Typical.

"Yeah. I was supposed to go on a date -- albeit as a surprise -- but then he got an emergency. He made up for it with a ride home and takeout."

"You sound disappointed."

How she enjoyed this little game. Her juggling two men who have been frequently visiting her for two different purposes, but sometimes even someone like Bruce Wayne/Batman would slip and merge his agendas. Vivian has been in a polygamous relationship before but this was another level. Secrecy was involved. She can’t really say if this is cheating since she’s not making any advances at Batman and only does it for Bruce, but she does care for the former. Then again, they are the same person, so is that considered cheating if she does make a move on the Batman? Then again, Bruce/Batman don’t know that she knows his little secret.

God this was more complicated than when she had two boyfriends. Her therapist was going to have an interesting session with her this coming Thursday.

"It would have been nice, but, you know, life happens," she shrugged. "So, what brings you here? And you sure about the coffee?”

Batman thought for a while and then gave in. She knew his preference –rather, Bruce’s preference. Black coffee.That’s it. Good, because that’s also what she was having. No cream and sugar in her apartment. Well, there is but that’s for her cooking.

She placed it on a mug, the one he would always use whenever he stayed over or visited, and handed it to Batman.

“I’ve apprehended King Tut,” he began.

“The one who runs a sex cult and is talking inaccurate facts of ancient Egypt?”

“And who thinks he’s King Tut. And yes. When I was facing him, I thought of asking you to give him some lessons on what Ancient Egypt really is.”

Vivian chuckled. “Yeah, me. hosting a lecture in Arkham Asylum.” He smiled but it wasn’t the same smile he usually has. “What’s wrong?”

“Tut’s now apprehended, but social services are having trouble with disbanding the cult he built because technically they’re not doing anything wrong. Tut brainwashed them to have this belief, to worship him as some kind of god… there’s a teenage girl there who became a victim of his brainwashing and… her parents can’t do anything about it, so can’t social services.”

“Oh, god…” She couldn’t imagine what that girl’s parents were going through now.

“I came here because I was thinking if you had some kind of solution to heal this but… that would mean violating their minds. That's how it starts, the Batman would become judge, jury, and then a tyrant. I know how people see this symbol. I’m just one bad day away from becoming that.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Why?”

“Because you care… you care for Gotham and those people. You want to help them – help everyone. Trust me, tyrants don’t. You want rehabilitation, they want results. And if are a tyrant in the making, you wouldn’t be here now.”

“Having coffee with an unlicensed therapist?” He smiled this time.

“Having coffee with a friend to reflect. Gotham doesn’t need a magical miracle, they need someone who cares.”

Batman placed his coffee on the mantle and approached Vivian. For the first time since they started their little meetings he removed his glove and brushed his fingers through her auburn hair. The hair that always reminded him of the fire bird that came to save him.

The light that lit that dark crypt.

She took his hand and let him touch her by resting her cheek against his palm. She won't break was what she wanted to tell him. She won't disappear. Knowing he found comfort, she lets her magic flow through her body and slowly envelops him in its warmth. Batman let out a hum of relief as he felt the warmth and leans down to press his forehead on hers, and then –

He kissed her. He kissed her deeply and held her tight. In his arms she felt like a twig he could break easily but Vivian Pryor has proven herself to be stronger than that. She was a pillar that remains standing through wars and storms. A pillar he leans on.

His hands went under her shirt and he caressed her skin there. Brushing his thumb over the tattoo which she told Bruce Wayne was a spell that her mother placed on her to protect her from dark entities. If only there was a spell that kept her safe from the criminals of Gotham.

God, this was wrong, he thought as he had her against the counter, their kisses becoming more fierce. So, wrong, yet he pulled off her shirt so he could kiss her more, at the place he knew. This was wrong. He knew it but Vivian had a way of erasing the line between him being Bruce Wayne and Batman. 

“We need to stop,” he said between kisses.

“I know,” she still kissed him.

“But I don't want to.”

“Neither do I.”

When his lips came to her neck, Bruce carried her to sit on the counter and settled between her legs to bring himself closer. She let out a moan that always boosted his ego –

“Bruce,” she moaned.

Hold on.

He wasn’t the only one that tensed at the name she said. Pulling away, Batman looked at her and he could see the look on her face. The mistake she made, but then that look changed to something that was of guilt.

“Bruce,” she began. “I know…”

“I don't –”

“Don't,” she reached for his cowl but Batman took her hand. “Don't do this… please.”

But for the first time, Batman fled rather than stay to fight. He disappeared from her, jumping from her balcony and into the city of Gotham.

Fuck, she messed up.

~*~

Vivian didn't hear from Bruce for a while, a month, actually. She tried calling him but he wouldn't answer. His absence was also noticed by the people in the campus and whispers started spreading about them breaking up and who broke up with who. They might as well be true since he just disappeared from her life. And for the one who broke up with her, it's a little vague really. 

This was why she couldn't find it in her to tell him. She knew he would run away and shut in within himself. 

If they were broken up, fine, but that doesn't mean she’ll stop caring. She would call Alfred to ask how they both were, mostly Bruce. The old man would give his appreciation for her checking in but he can't say for certain how his young master was. 

Another month passed and Vivian was now sure that he wasn't coming back. So much happened in those times, news even caught up with their break up and was posted on tabloids and online magazine websites and forerooms. Then there was the news of Bruce Wayne taking in a boy who lost his family because of an accident. But knowing Gotham, this wasn't an accident. This circus was visiting Gotham, and certain “security taxes” were expected. The circus was just not used to such bullying.

“So, he ghosts you and he adopts a kid. I'd say it's publicity. That way if you ever do one of those interviews he'd still be Gotham's golden boy,” Justin sneered at the paper that showed an article about Bruce Wayne taking in the boy.

“I – just drop it, Justin,” Vivian sighed as she threw the paper in his direction.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I can't. I got a class to teach,” Vivian gathered her things and made her way through the halls. She tried to ignore the glances the students and other colleagues would send her way – the looks of pity, judgment, then there were the whispering rumors. She hated that. She always thought Gotham University was her haven from all of that, a safe space for her to be in and be herself. Then again, she also thought Bruce was her safe space too. Him and Batman.

Arriving at her classroom, Vivian set up her laptop and the book she’ll be using for her reference – it was her own book, the university decided to use that as their reference for their syllabus as well. Well, she was also there when they made the syllabus too.

She tried to keep the class as it was, a mix of seriousness and lightness where they can speak out their ideas, laugh a bit, to be engaging but with the gossip going on about her personal life around campus – hell, around Gotham, no one was going to just act that she was alright. That nothing was happening.

Then, in the middle of her lecture he appeared. Standing at the very back, wearing his business suit. He wasn't alone, with him was the boy he took in, but the boy didn't wear a suit, he wore more casual clothes. The presence of Bruce caught everyone's attention and Vivian knew they wouldn't just act like this wasn't happening now. To save her students from the remaining twenty minutes of their class in an awkward situation, she gave them this time to work on their papers that were due by the end of the week, and she told them that they can find the resources they need in the university library and the gallery.

They knew what she meant and quickly gathered theri things, not caring if they shoved their laptops and books into their bags, unorganized, and ran out of the classroom to escape the awkward room. With them leaving, Bruce went down with the boy beside him. A couple of students still greeted him, the others made a look of ‘good luck, man’ before running out of the room.

Now alone, Vivian started, “I was in the middle of class. If there's something you need, you can approach me during my free time. Our schedules are posted on the board outside the faculty office.” Cold and distant. But mostly cold.

“I need to talk to you,” Bruce said.

“And it's so important that you can't wait after my class?”

“You'll just find a way to avoid me.”

“Speak for yourself,” she scoffed. But then her gaze went to the boy. She forgot about him, and she could see how awkward the situation was. “Is this…”

“Yes,” Bruce gestured for him to approach.

“I'm Dick,” the boy introduced himself.

Vivian smiled softly at his direction, to ease the tension for him. This was between her and Bruce, and the man just brought the boy here to be his, what? A shield? “Hi Dick, I'm Vivian. Normally, I'd offer something to eat or drink but we're not exactly in my apartment.”

Dick smiled but only for a moment. “I told him this might not be a good time. Are we disturbing you?”

“Nah, you just saved my students twenty more minutes and thirty more slides of Gotham's gargoyles,” she jests. “You got a visitor's pass, right?” She eyed the ID clipped on his shirt. “How about you run to the cafeteria and use this,” she gave him her food ticket. “And tell them Professor Pryor sent you on a food run. Get anything you want.”

Dick turned to Bruce and asked, “can I?”

Bruce nodded.

With that, Dick accepted the food ticket, thanked Vivian, and left the room. They waited for him to leave before Vivian asked,”how old is he?”

“Eleven,” Bruce answered. “His family were part of the circus �� acrobats called the Flying Graysons. Someone cut the line in the middle of the act. They died upon impact.”

Another child traumatized and orphaned because of Gotham. Vivian let out a long breath. “I'm so sorry… I read that you took him in.”

“For now. I can't leave him with social services. Despite the Wayne Foundation's works to improve the orphanages, it's still not a good place for him. I can't leave him there.”

Vivian sat on her table. “He seems comfortable with you.”

“That's why I came here. Why I needed to see you. Social services are coming this afternoon, and I don't know. I know it's insensitive of me to suddenly come to you for help after I… after I left that night and…”

“Using a term from my students, ghosted me for months,” she added.

“Yes, and I am sorry about that Vivian. I really am. I just didn't know how to deal with it. Usually I have a plan but with you… my mind's blank. I keep forgetting who I am, what mask I'm wearing. The lines are blurred when I'm with you. I guess you took me by surprise and it scared me when I had nothing. No backup plan. No explanation. No idea that you would find out.”

“It doesn't take a detective to figure it out,” Vivian mocked. “Well, I did get a chance to have an intimate look with you, the both of you, to find out. And no, I didn't use magic to find out.”

“When did you find out?”

She took a breath. “I had my suspicions after you visited me in the hospital, after the cult leader wanted to bathe in my blood incident… then you took me out on dates, and our friend would come to my balcony frequently. I did sleep with you, Bruce, I'd know that jawline anywhere,” this time they laughed. “And I noticed whenever you just disappeared or canceled plans, he would come out… then there was the fight we had about the gun you found in my purse.”

They both frowned at that memory. The heated argument they had because she had a gun with her, and despite her telling him it was only for self-defense and a warning shot, he was livid. She thought that their relationship would end then and there, but it didn't. She got rid of the gun, sold it back to the place she bought it from, but she kept her firearm license. Out of respect for the man she loved. 

When she told him that she got rid of it, Bruce apologized for the outburst. Turns out he got a long lecture from Alfred. The old butler made him understand that, while he was a hulking man with the muscle to take down criminals, Vivian was a defenseless woman who needed a tool to keep herself safe. And that was what a gun was. A tool. 

“The gun was not what killed Martha and Thomas,” Alfred told him. “It was the man who held it… do you think Professor Pryor can do such a thing?”

As a replacement to the gun, Bruce got her a taser, one that was strong enough to knock out an elephant. Better than a gun, and better that she had something to keep herself safe.

“But really. I just know you, Bruce,” Vivian shrugged. “And I am sorry if I didn't tell you sooner, I was just afraid that you would leave because I knew. And you did.”

Bruce approached her, caging her at her table as he had both hands leaning on the table. “I'm sorry, Vivian,” he said, his face close to hers. “I won't lie. The thought of you knowing scared me, not because you'd tell anyone but because… what if someone found out about you? That you're close with the Batman. That you mean something to him… I don't know if I can bear it if you got hurt because of me.”

“You keep forgetting,” she pressed her forehead on his and let her magic coat them. This was the first time she ever did that for Bruce. Bruce let out a sound of relief as he felt her warmth. “I may not have your fancy gadgets but I got this.”

“You're out of practice.”

“Why do you think I'm practicing now?” She smiled. So did he. “So, what now Bruce?”

Bruce pulled away to look her in the eye as he explained, “I couldn't believe it, but when I took in Dick, I realized something… I took him in to protect him from any retaliation from Zuko, he's an eye witness, they will come back… If I can do that for him, then how is it different with you? You knowing about my two lives will put you at risk but then again, you got this,” he took her hand.

“Get to the point, Bruce,” she teased.

“I don't want what we had to end. Meeting you was the first time I felt alive for a long time… Bruce Wayne died in that alley with his parents but with you, you're bringing him back alive. You're showing him that he can still live. And I want that.”

Vivian held both his hands. “I'm still angry with you, but for the sake of my students who are somehow affected with the state of my lovelife, alright. I'll give this a try again.” She had a teasing grin on her lips, one that he wanted to kiss. “But what about Dick? You came here for advice on him and we just talked about ourselves.”

“After that talk, I think I know now what I'll do,” Bruce told her.

“He's comfortable with you, Bruce. And I think the company would do you good.”

“You were the company I was thinking of, actually. But are you okay with this? This means you're dating someone with a kid. I understand if you're not comfortable with it, and I'll accept if you don't want to but I hope we stay friends –”

Vivian pulled him to a deep kiss to stop him. He was just like her. An overthinker. 

As if their months apart never happened, they were back in sync with their kisses and how he held her. But this time, there was no more distinction between Bruce and Batman. He was both Batman and Bruce Wayne. He can be both Batman and Bruce Wayne with Vivian.

Just as she can be Professor Pryor and the broken magician with him.

The sound of a squeal broke their intimate kiss, and turning to the door they saw a couple of students and Vivian's colleagues who were spying at them through the glass. Vivian rolled her eyes at them and had them leave. She'll deal with them later. 

“It won't be long until news of this will reach the press. One of my students is Gotham Gazette's Editor's son,” Vivian said as she got off the table, to Bruce's disappointment and started packing her things.

“Good. That would let them know that you're taken.”

Taking his hand with one hand and the other her things, Vivian said, “Come on, your boy's waiting out there. Let's have lunch, the three of us.”

“That sounds like a great idea. I haven't eaten in the cafeteria here for a long time now.”

Walking down the hall, arm in arm, Vivian and Bruce ignored the stares and giggles that followed them, and some glares from those who hoped for their breakup. As they reached the cafeteria, they found Dick sitting at a table, alone, eating pizza. 

“You both done?” Dick asked Bruce. “Are we leaving now?”

“Let's have lunch here,” Bruce said as he settled down across from him with Vivian beside him.

“But what about the social services lady? She'll drop by the manor in an hour.”

“I'm sure Alfred can stall her. Tell her that we went out for some lunch… so I can also introduce you to my girlfriend, Vivian, since you'll be seeing more of her in the manor.”

Dick's brows shot up in shock. “You're not letting them take me?”

“No. From now on Wayne Manor is your home. And, I know that what you’re going through is hard but we'll get through it. I'll be here to help you.”

For the first time, Dick smiled. His smile didn't reach his ears but it was a smile that showed hope. No one can ever replace the family he lost, but this was a chance to be part of something again. To not be alone. To heal.

Turning to Vivian, Dick said, “Will you be staying at the manor too?”

Vivian stuttered and she glanced at Bruce. They just got back together again, it was too soon, right?

“I'll drop by. Spend a few nights there,” Vivian told him. “I can only imagine how it is to live with old men who eat hamburgers with a knife and a fork.”

“You're not going to stop bringing that up, aren't you?” Bruce sighed.

“No, not ever,” she laughed. “While you and Alfred have your afternoon naps, Dick and I are gonna have fun.”

“Alfred doesn't nap in the afternoon, but he would try to entertain me with something called gentlemanly etiquette. It's pretty boring.”

“Pro tip, ask Alfred about his time at service, he's got loads of interesting stories. That'll get you out of those.”

This time, Dick's smile grew. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

As Vivian and Dick talked, Bruce couldn't help but get lost as he watched them. It seems Vivian wasn't just his pillar but she also gives people hope. A chance to be alive again after such tragedies. A phoenix that helps people be reborn from their dying state.

Vivian said to him that Batman symbolizes Gotham City to her, and she told him that night that Gotham City was her home. If that's the case then he'll keep fighting and he won't stop believing in this city so it can still be her home. 

And while he fights for her home, she'll be there. The fire bird that saved him from Deacon Blackfire's people in the crypts. The phoenix that’s helping him out of the pit he's been stuck in for so long that he starts to see it as his home.

She'll be his salvation.

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[crazyunsexycool]

Omg this is so cute 😭

I want Tommy and Gracie and Lottie to have a playdate!

They are the bestest friends together, the iconic trio of their class!

Omg stop it! The three of them together!!!!!

Iconic trio

Trigger warnings: sick child, implied cancer.

You had worked really hard to set this one play date up. Not only were Tommy and Gracie coming over but so were their parents and Gracie’s older brother that was about Henry’s age. You hoped that the two older boys would get along. For yourself and Bucky, you hoped that the adults would also get along so that you all had a support system for school related issues.

Out on the patio and back yard you had set up a few activities for the kids to play with. You’d make sure to have enough of a variety so that every kid had something to play with.

****

Tommy and his parents show up first, much to Bucky’s annoyance. Lottie runs up to her best friend, Bucky will never accept him as her boyfriend, and gives him a hug. A few minutes later Gracie, her brother Derek and their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Moore. Lottie and Tommy were a lot more gentle in their group hug with Gracie, something Mrs. Moore took a picture of. Henry and Derek were introduced but the former was still shy around new people.

“Sweet Angel, why don’t you show Tommy and Gracie outside so that you can start having fun.” You say.

“Kay mama. It’s this way. Wets go.” Lottie takes her friends’ hand and they all run out to the backyard.

While the kids start playing you welcome everyone and get them settled. The weather is perfect as everyone sits outside and begin talking. Bucky keeps to himself most of the time but will answer questions if asked. Henry and Derek slowly start to warm up to each other. You smile proudly as this playdate is starting to go in the right direction.

****

“What do we play now?” Tommy asks with a huff.

“I’m tired.” Gracie pipes up.

"Can habe a tea pawty."

"Ok, I like tea parties."

"Me too." Tommy adds excitedly as they sit around the small table full of cakes and finger sandwiches.

The three of them giggle while having their snacks before they start talking about what they want to do next.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I can't wear a flower crown, Lottie. I don't have pretty hair like you do." Gracie said sadly as she ran a hand over her head.

"You can Gracie. I make you one and you wear it. You wook so pwetty."

"You think so?" Gracie asks her little face showing her insecurity.

Lottie places the flower crown on Gracie's head and smiles. "You wook wike a pwincess." She punctuates her statement by kissing the top of Gracie’s head.

"You both do." Tommy says as he places the flower crown he made on Lottie's head.

"Let's play princess and knights and dragons."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Where are the kids?” Mrs. Moore asked.

“It is rather quiet.”

“Friday, where are the kids?” You ask.

“Miss Charlotte, Miss Gracie and Mr. Thomas are in Miss Charlotte’s room.”

You get up and lead the other women up to Charlotte’s room thinking you’ll find them playing something. Instead the scene is much more heartwarming. The three of them are snuggled up and asleep on Charlotte’s bed with an open book. The three of you can’t help but whisper in awe how cute they are.

“I think we should get going.” Mrs. Anderson says.

“I agree, they’ve tired themselves out.”

“We should do this again sometime soon.”

Everyone agrees before they grab their kids and shuffle out the door. Overall it was a great day. Lottie, Tommy and Gracie had a great time which you were really happy about.

The best part was that the kids would grow up and stay the iconic little trio.

[7grandmel]

Rip of the week: 09/12/2024

no more nuzzles in my skin

Season 8 Featured on: The Joke-Explainer™ 7000's Highest Quality Rips: Sunset

Ripped by UUN4

Ah yes, the humble YTPMV. A format of ripping that long precedes ripping in of itself, the process of making shit purely for the sake of making it, and perhaps in hopes of making others laugh. It may as well be classified as an entirely new genre of music at this point, made yet more interesting as it was developed just about entirely by bored teenagers on the internet. I've talked aplenty about its appeal on here before, in particularly in relation to Friday Night Funkin' rips like Satin PantE's, but it bears repeating; there's a soundscape to YTPMVs, a world of crafting just about any possible soundbyte or clip into any possible instrument for a song, that gives them a noisy yet ever-so-catchy appeal all of their own. I've discussed some of my favorites, like Going Somewhere Jerma?, A streamer's tireless effort to entertain., and Mr. 2​.​718281828459045235360287471352662497757247093699959574966967627724076630353547594571382178525166427427466391932003059921817413596629043572900334295260595630738132328627943490763233829880753195251019011573834187930702154089149934884167509244761460668082264800168477411853742345442, yet I feel as if I haven't shone enough of a spotlight toward the rips that demonstrate the genre's strengths in audio appeal. YTPMVs are fantastic as expressions of creativity, and hilarious ways to utilize recognizable sources in bizarre and out there ways. Yet its a rip like no more nuzzles in my skin, a rip balancing the tightrope between quality and insanity just as tightly as its creator, that best showcases just why the genre is so compelling.

I'll be honest, I still have no idea what exactly the "Undertale Halloween Hack" even is, but after an explosion in popularity with YTPMVers across 2021 and 2022, the song No More Nuzzles in particular from it has become a huge favorite amidst rippers on the SiIvaGunner team. I did cover Hella Pummel a while back using a different track from the same project, but No More Nuzzles is pretty unquestionably the star of the show; and, like like Stickerbush Symphony and rips like Sidelined Symphony, a frequently-ripped track only equates to fierce competition. It's almost the direct opposite to the last post I made on the blog regarding [Quiet], a rip that intentionally approached a track that the channel had never ripped before; UUN4, by contrast, tackles No More Nuzzles head-on against all its competition on the channel. Adding to the YTPMV trend of the track's origin seems like the obvious route to go down at first brush, yet I could easily imagine that its fast pace and bouncing melody would make it daunting for a lot of specific sources to work properly; Nevertheless, UUN4 chose to stick by his choice of Crawling's iconic chorus opener and shows that he had the chops to handle it.

UUN4 is a ripper I've covered on here a handful of times, but its mainly been focused on his earlier work. The duology of Despacito-themed Shovel Knight rips in the form of Plains of Des-passing-to and From the Shad-slows nevertheless highlight the running trend I've found in his work, an ability to commit to executing seemingly absurd and shitpost-y ideas with such finesse to where you question why you found them absurd to begin with. There are moments where UUN4 will show you the deepest recesses of his mind – THIS RIP WAS MADE BY TEETH GANG has visuals I'll never be able to properly suppress – and yet he executes all that he does with an expert touch reminiscent to me of toonlink and Nape Mango's work in the channel's earliest months. With YTPMV in particular I find myself very wary of these smallest details; just one part sounding off, one syllable cut or emphasized wrong, can ruin the entire listening experience in ways some may not realize. This is part of the concern that may arise when imagining the combination of No More Nuzzles and a source made most iconic not by its sound but by its lyric; "Crawling in my skin // These wounds they will not heal" is as funny as it is to hear both due to the delivery of the lines, and the lines' contents themselves.

Luckily, UUN4 already has a star-studded record of excellent YTPMVs under his belt; most notably, perhaps, being OMORIBOY the PIRATE!!!☠️☠️☠️ from his own YouTube channel. With over a million views, its popularity exceeds even the original Omoriboy video its pulling from despite using a song from a relatively underground chiptune-nerd game akin to ones discussed on Viva la Robocop. Despite using a somewhat-niche source and arranging an even nicher track, UUN4 nails that which I described worry for in the end of my last paragraph by having every syllable and spoken word of its source's hilarious vocals crisp and clear without overtaking Pirate Island's melody. Given that skrillex tribute 2023 from last year also showed me that UUN4 is well in touch with that specific period of internet culture that made Crawling so infamous online, no more nuzzles in my skin became, in a way, like stars aligning for greatness.

As not so subtly foreshadowed, the greatest quality of no more nuzzles in my skin, much like OMORIBOY the PIRATE!!!☠️☠️☠️, is its ability to make such a perfect balance of the two sources featured. It allows Crawling's iconic chorus verse to remain wholly comprehensible, without having it overtake No More Nuzzles' restless rhythm. The endeavor reminds me of rips like SUNGORE, which highlights once again just how satisfying a YTPMV-adjacent rips using sources with lyrics become when the lyrics themselves are slotted in so perfectly. The differing amounts of notes used across No More Nuzzles' repeating melody and Crawling's iconic chorus bar is accounted for in a really expertly done way, condensing the drawn-outness of the initial shout of "craaaaaw-ling" to just one syllable and ever so slightly extending the "skin" at the end, while raising its pitch in line with the main track's melody. It hits you just three seconds into the rip how well done it is, only to be reiterated at the song's break past its cold-open intro at ten seconds in; two pairs of two percussion hits are turned into "craw-ling (in) my-skin" so effortlessly as to feel downright magical.

I hope nerding out over incredibly minute detail in syllable and rhythm adjustment like this (that, given my complete lack of actual knowledge of music composition, is likely hugely incorrect) hasn't bored you half to death, but the point I'm making is that; UUN4 placed REAL care toward making sure that no more nuzzles in my skin works out. The hype and excitement of No More Nuzzles is somehow heightened magnitudes through just getting to follow this hyperactive pitch-shifted voice throughout it, be it when its left into the background of the song in its midpoint, or the climactic bridge by 0:53; a lead instrument proudly proclaiming "innn my skinnn, crawling-crawliing in my skin, crawling in my skin" with perfect clarity despite its pitch and pace. The absurdity and initial gut laughter of the opening wears off mere seconds into the rip and you're left amazed at just how well the two halves compliment one another, and before even that's been able to register you're banging the fuck out to a kind of lead instrument you never thought would be possible.

Indeed, like If Pazuzu Sneezes Do You Still Say Bless You?, this is the kind of YTPMV that has forever affected my psyche, its words and phrases eternally stuck repeating in my head whenever No More Nuzzles even so much as grazes my train of thought. I think a large part of that is just due to the vibe and atmosphere that the rip creates, an abstract concept I've discussed on rips like Super Ludacris JB World and Slope Dude. Through listening to as much SiIvaGunner as I have, you come to notice that a combination of sources can either shift the atmosphere of one source to fit the mold of the other in an unexpected way like the former example, or in cases like this and the latter example create something greater than the sum of its parts. Through pitching and mixing Crawling in such bizarre ways as to eliminate so much of its intensity, removing its pauses and drawn out syllables to fit No More Nuzzles' fervent pace, it hits a vibe that moreso invokes the imagery of an angry kitty than a brooding teenager; a vibe only enhanced by the out-there choice of adding audio from Jigsaw into the deeper parts of the mix.

I could likely peel back yet more layers with the aforementioned Saw audio and the ways in which Crawling bounces around and around toward the song's climax, yet I also don't know what else I could add to the discussion other than point out that it continues to all sound fucking incredible. YTPMVs like no more nuzzles in my skin are exactly why I adore the genre so dearly, such a perfect blend of listenability and melodic perfection whilst adding a genuinely funny new twist on pre-existing music. Its the embodiment of internet users – in this case, UUN4 – operating at peak efficiency, and I'm forever aboard for the ride.

[nefarious-616-necromancer]

[smashy-headcanons]

Who would you cast as the voices of the Smashers, barring the official/iconic ones (like Charles Martinet, Roger Craig Smith, Antony Del Rio, etc.)? I would unironically suggest Oscar Isaac as Meta Knight (partly because of the Kirby cartoon, partly because of this one pic I found on DeviantArt).

I’ve done some voice headcanons in the past but many of them are outdated due to being from 2018 so this post will be a mix of old headcanons and new ones for characters I may or may not have done

Rosalina: Shifting Mound or The Wild - Nichole Goodnight (Slay the Princess)

PAC-MAN: Charles Calvin - PuffballsUnited (Henry Stickmin series)

Mr. Game & Watch: Mr. Game & Watch - Matthew Taranto (One-Note Song)

Sans: Patrick Star - Bill Fagerbakke (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Toon Link: Ash Ketchum - Veronica Taylor (Pokémon: Indigo League)